#v: who wouldn't like our odds

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goverment hooker..

a/n: I'm back again, there is no surprise. I'm feeling devious so I might post again, wowzers. Also, the sped-up version of the government hooker sound so fire, like it feels like I'm in one of those edits, anyways lemme stop rambling. I hope y'all enjoy, reblogs, and comments will be also appreciated.

warning: smut, penetrating, p in the v, unprotected sex, creampies. proofread (?)

pairing: Young!Coriolanus Snow x reader

word counter: 1.4k

What appeals to you to most men, maybe it was your cute antics, your siren eyes that attracted anyone toward you, or your body, sculpted with your delicate curves, and a perky bosom to match the appeal of your young face that can lull a man to sleep.

Or was it how you talked, deliberately making a slur of your words, with your ribboning voice, that can make anyone feel safe and warm with you. You fooled some powerful men, their hearts were already tainted and covered in greed, easy to control someone with their needs. You were in command of it, you made them your pawn, you played the cards, and made a charade of it.

Every time you talked or did anything, you automatically moved your chess piece forward never back. But..what were you doing in a low district as a 'prestigious' woman like yourself, doing in the slum like this. Well, these 'slums' they would call, these 'desperate streets' were your home, even though you won't admit with your own mouth, your words, it still was your home...

Trying to lift yourself from the slums called your homes, to a place where it is much safer than here, maybe to Capitol, but you would need a ticket in. They wouldn't allow just anyone, would they?

But here you were standing in a speakeasy, in a tight little red dress, with a lacey red lining. It was odd to see polished women like you in a bar in District 12, you looked like you were for the Capitol, but all things you see and hear aren't what it seemed. Drinking up on the cheap liquor they offered, looking at the scene in front of you with the happy and dancing couples on the floor, as live music played. The 'Covey' they called them, and the main star, Lucy Gray. Staring at the stage, as she sang into the mic, playing her guitar.

She was familiar to you, the only reference you saw was when she was fighting in the Hunger Games, it was a surprise seeing her still living, breathing, and standing up there, but needless to say, she was still good at what she did. You waving your body to the relaxing music, fixing yourself on the stool, swaying to the music. "What is a lady like you sitting in here" You turned your head to the gentleman talking to you, staring at him.

"I'm just sitting here, enjoying the show," You said, taking a sip of the alcoholic liquid, "How about you" you tilt your head to the side.

"Just enjoying my show" He gestured to your form, and you giggled at his compliment as he sat on the stool beside you. You really got to see the man that was next to you. He had a handsome face and a chiseled face, he wore a blue open-collar shirt and a blondish-white buzz cut, He seemed like one of those Peacekeepers lurking around the district. "Do you do this every girl you see?" You were amused by the blonde man who sat beside you. You wouldn't lie that he was indeed attractive in your eyes. Scanning his frame, his body, his face. "Not to every woman, but to the ones that look beautiful like you my dear" You couldn't help to smile at him, "━And your not bad-looking as well" You admitted, crossing your legs together. As you deliberately lean towards him, revealing a white lacey bra.

Pouting your lips together, "An attractive man indeed" giving him a sultry look, with your eyelids drooping down slightly. "So, what is your name, handsome" You took a sip from your drink, "Coriolanus.." He took your hand and kissed it, "Y/N" you smirked taking your hand gently away from him,

"Should we..take our business elsewhere for a private scene?" You whispered into his ear with a suggested look on your face.

Your hands were with his as you walked in the night street, your body already feeling hot. "Where are we going?" He was amused with your antics, as you batted your eyes at him, "A place, special" you gave him a smirk, your heels clicking down on the wet cement road. A neon sign coming into view, a little motel still opened near the bar. As you opened the door, walking down the lobby of the motel, the clerk managing the reception, "A room for one" The clerk nodded his head, and gave you the keys, "room 9" He said, as you walked away with his hand with yours. Your hips sway sensually, your heels stepping into the room and opening it.

Turning yourself on your heels, stepping closer to the man, "So..what are we going to do?" You pouted, your eyes dilating feeling the feeling of being aroused.

Feeling his hands on your lower bottom, as you hoof your legs around his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you both leaned into a kiss, feeling his hands groping your body. Feeling him moving, as he withdrew from you, your chest heaving. "You do know how to make a man crazy, don't you" He groaned, Feeling him putting your body onto the bed gently,

His body touching you recklessly, his hands going under your dress, slowly taking off your red lacey panties, discarding it on the floor. Biting your lip down in excitement, crossing your legs together covering yourself. Staring at him, taking off his pants and his boxers, feeling yourself getting aroused, as your cunt pulsed.

As his dick sunk into you, the pain writhing through your body, feeling the pain in your lower abdomen. Feeling your cheeks getting flushed, as you groaned in pain. His hips push into you, slowly before increasing his pace.

The bed rocked with your back on the bed, your skirt flipped and your legs being held up with his arms. Your sinful moans came out of your lips, his cock splitting your open, as you bit your lip down. His hands massaging your waist down, "F-fuck" stuttering out of your lips, your lipstick already messed up, smeared on your cheeks.

Your skin felt sticky, your lacey dress sticking onto your skin. "C-corio—" You were cut off from his hips smacking into your pelvis, your hands gripping on the sheet, holding down for support, leaning back in pleasure and relief, feeling a rush of pleasure.

Your slick lubricating his dick, makes him slip inside you easier. Your face burning up, fixing your legs on his around his waist. Your cunt clenching down around him making him groan in your ear. Feeling lips and your crashing into each other, into a hungry kiss. His tongue abused your mouth, making you moan against him, before you withdrew for air, your chest heaving, up and down.

Feeling his cock reaching to your cervix, "Hmm" You whined, your eyelids getting droopy in the process, feeling his slender fingers rubbing the nub of your clit, your legs wrapping around his waist tighter, "Corio, I'm sensitive" You whined, his hips grinding onto yours, with his unrelenting pace, arching your back. His hands on your hips tilting up, plummeting into you.

"Don't be greedy, darling" He asserted, harshly rubbing on your clit, making you scream in bliss. His body leaning toward you, his dick still throbbing inside of you, making you go crazy. His mouth sucked onto your flesh, as the blooming mark left your neck.

Your body getting overstimulated, as your body trembled, skin prickling and your cunt dripping out.

Feeling a wave crashing down on you, clenching down around his cock. The pace of his hips getting slower, feeling his hands on your waist, gripping down making you wince. "I'm close" He groaned into your ear. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and your legs, "Inside" you mewled, feeling his hips stuttering against yours. His dick pulsed inside of you, as he thrust into you one more last time, painting your walls white, as your cunt fluttered around him. Your body feeling tired.

Falling down on the bed. Feeling his warm essence leaking out of you, feeling himself still inside you. "Don't leave...please" You whimpered, feeling his soft lips on your lips, before he withdrew, looking at him, pursing your lips gently. His hands lift your chin up, "I have to.." He looked at your lips, scanning your face. Taking your appearance from your smeared lipstick to your ruined makeup, before he drew you into another kiss, a longer, more passionate one. For the first time feeling your heart swell with a man you slept with once at a bar, "Please.." you said, breathlessly.

"I'll be back" he gently traced the shape of your lips with his finger, his voice was tender to your ears, lulling you to an endless abyss. As drowsiness took over your body, your eyes shut and closed.

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PAIRINGS: Tom x Female reader x Voyeur!Bill

CONTENT: Smut

SYNOPSIS: You get surprised to discover that you like being watched.

WARNINGS: dom!Tom, sub!reader, Voyeurism, p in v, kissing, fingering, oral

You didn't tell Tom. At first, you weren't sure if anything had happened. Maybe it was your imagination. Second, you didn't want to antagonize the two brothers over something you weren't sure about. Thirdly, you didn't know how to feel about it.

Voyeurism was definitely not one of your things and the fact that someone had seen you and your boyfriend having sex made you uncomfortable. But deep down, your core tightened every time you thought about it.

You kept imagining his eyes and his cheeky smile in your mind. You couldn't say you were attracted to Bill, even though he was hot. But no, you weren't interested in him. The idea of him watching you was exciting in a strange way.

It bothered you. You felt like you were cheating on Tom and you hated it. You loved Tom with all your heart and refused to lose him because of some strange fascination with his brother.

The solution was to avoid Bill at all costs and that feeling would soon disappear. Every time Tom asked you to go to the movies or have dinner with his family, you managed to find some excuses. It worked. Until tonight.

Tom returned home all happy, with Bill at his side, claiming that he had invited his brother to dinner. You couldn't refuse or it would be enough to raise suspicion, which you didn't want at all.

Dinner was fine, except for the sly looks Bill was giving you. It made you feel uncomfortable again. He couldn't know that you knew. It was impossible.

You wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. Bill always seemed to be ahead of everyone. That was almost scary, you thought as you looked between the two brothers who were watching some silly show on television. Tom's arm was around your shoulders and you couldn't help but lean on him for protection against Bill.

"So." Bill cleared his throat as he turned his face to look at you. “I think it’s time to confess that you saw me that day, right?”

He knew. Your breathing hitched. Tom looked at you, but when you refused to look at him, he spoke to his brother. "Saw you? Where?"

“The other day, at our parents’ house, when you two had sex in the kitchen.” He spoke so casually it was almost irritating.

This cheeky idiot. He seemed to be enjoying himself while you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Against all odds, Tom laughed. “So you got caught. Looks like you’re not as sneaky as you used to be.”

Your eyes glanced sharply at your boyfriend. “Aren’t you mad?”

Tom chuckled and tilted his head to look at you. “Do you think this is the first time? Bill has been doing it since we was teenagers. He's always had a tendency toward voyeurism, but it didn't bother me too much. I mean, the boy had to learn from someone.” He added with a proud smile on his face.

Bill snorted. “Don’t fool yourself so much, brother.”

“You’re the one who’s always watching me, brother.” He shrugged. “I hope it was fun to watch.”

You watched the brothers, almost gaping. How could they speak so lightly about this kind of things?

“Actually, I did.” Bill winked at you. “You look beautiful when you come.”

Now you were gaping.

“She is, isn’t she?” Tom mocked him. “Would you like to see her again?”

Your eyes widened. "Tom! I'm not a cheap whore! I will not be shared between you two.” It was a little too much. You tried to push him away, but his arm around your shoulders kept you close.

“Calm down, love.” He said with an apologetic smile. “I just wanted us to have fun, but if you’re not willing-”

Bill interrupted him as he looked at you curiously. “I'm sure you liked it. The thrill of knowing someone is watching you while you have sex. Wasn’t that exciting?”

"Well, I don't know, I mean, sure, but." You stuttered nervously. If they hadn't been before, your cheeks were definitely on fire now.

Bill laughed and playfully slapped your knee. "I knew."

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled. Tom leaned over you and kissed your cheek. "Do you want to try?" His lips descended on your neck, peppering the area with kisses that sent shivers down your spine.

"Now?" You were scared and excited. The mix of feelings made your palms sweat and your heart raced when you remembered how Bill looked at you.

“There’s no better time, don’t you think?” The other hand caressed your bare knee to finally sneak under your skirt. Your eyes met Bill's and you realized they were already dark with lust.

You had to put some boundaries in place before it went too far for your sanity.

“Alright, you can watch. But without touching.” You tried to maintain a firm and determined tone, but it was difficult with Tom's fingers pulling your panties to the side.

Bill bit his lip. “Of course, I can still touch myself, right?” He added with a sly smile.

"Yes." You replied distractedly as your boyfriend's fingers invaded your core and made you gag.

Three of his fingers were curled inside you expertly while his thumb circled your clit. Your release was near, even though his magic had just begun. The problem with Tom is that he knew how to play your body like an instrument. This time, he wanted to make you lose your mind really quickly. Your head fell back and you buried your face in his neck, but Tom seemed to have another idea in mind.

"Look at my brother, darling." He whispered in a gentle voice. “Let him see how beautiful you look when you cum. That's why he's here.”

Lost in a haze, you turned your face away from him to look at Bill as waves of pleasure coursed through you. He still had that arrogant smile on his face, but his eyes said he was enchanted.

When you were finished, Tom removed his fingers and licked them hungrily. “And she has amazing taste too.”

He kissed you deeply on the mouth and held out your hand to help you up. "Room?"

You nodded slightly and Tom smiled before stroking your cheek. “Lead the way, my love.”

You took the two brothers down to the hallway and entered the room you shared with Tom. He pointed his finger towards an armchair and Bill sat in it while you stood in the middle of the room, half-paralyzed, realizing you were about to have sex with someone watching.

Tom came towards you with a predatory smile that made you forget everything else. Cautiously, you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him and tugged at his shirt so your could take it off. The sight of his bare skin made you drool and you covered his upper body in kisses. As you knelt down and reached for his belt, you heard his breathing quicken. You helped him unzip his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxers. His cock was already fully erect, the tip already leaking, begging for attention. You moved closer and gently kissed his tip before licking his head teasingly.

"Love." Tom whimpered and you smiled. He might brag about controlling you, but you were the one in control when you sucked his dick.

He desperately placed his hand on the back of your head. You slowly opened your mouth and gave him what he wanted. His hands gripped your hair as your head bobbed with every movement you made, every lick you gave.

At some point, his hands tensed in your hair and he pulled you back, your mouth releasing his cock with a wet pop.

"You know how much I love this, but not as much as watching you come undone multiple times before me." He pulled you gently and kissed your lips tenderly.

As he unbuttoned your shirt, the thought came to your mind that Bill was still in the room.

Tom seemed to sense your discomfort. "You want to stop?"

You shook your head and licked your lips. “It's just that he's going to see me naked. Won’t that bother you?”

“No, if it doesn’t bother you.” He smiled and looked at his brother. “Besides, I think he’s seen worse. Right?” Bill grunted in response and Tom winked playfully at you. “I'm really proud of your ass, you know.”

Narrowing your eyes, you smacked the side of his head. "Idiot."

He looked at you with puppy eyes and you rolled your eyes. "Should we continue?"

You nodded. Tom wasted no time and soon, your clothes were on the floor. You laid down on the sheets, him hovering over you. His eyes glowed hungrily as they roamed your body.

His first target was your hardened nipples. You gasped audibly as he kissed and sucked them. You rubbed your thighs, trying to ease the pressure you felt as he kissed every inch of your body. He tickled your navel with his tongue and then finally spread your legs.

One of his fingers teased your entrance and you squirmed, trying to seduce him even more. But Tom's finger disappeared very quickly and you saw your boyfriend lick it through half-closed eyes.

"Delicious." He leaned in until his face was inches from your pussy. “What if I tried it?” And he did. His tongue greedily licked your folds, drinking up your juices like a man who had just been given a glass of ice water after getting lost in the desert.

One of your hands guided him to where you liked most while the other pinched your nipples. You turned your head and saw Bill. Moans and whimpers now escaped his mouth. There was no longer any restriction. He wanted to see? Let him see, you would give him a great show. He seemed to enjoy it anyway, as he frantically massaged the bulge in his pants.

Tom suddenly sucked on your clit and you came again, screaming his name and squeezing his head between your thighs. Your hips were swaying on the bed. But your eyes didn't leave Bill for a second.

You had just calmed down from your orgasm when Tom lay on top of you and kissed you fiercely, making you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hand slid down until it reached his cock, which you stroked gently. But you wanted more, much more. You broke the kiss, out of breath and searched blindly in your nightstand drawer. When you finally found the condom, you could have cried with joy. Tom took it and put it on quickly. You waited with heavy breathing, but nothing happened.

Exasperated, you shifted beneath him, locking his hips between your legs to dig your heels into his buttocks. But he resisted. The idiot resisted.

"Tom." You groaned impatiently.

He laughed at your overreaction. "Come on, love. Take me inside."

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his cock with an exaggerated sigh and slowly eased it inside you, inch by inch. When he was deep inside you, you both let out a sigh of relief.

Tom set a lazy pace. He knew you wanted it hard and fast, but right now, he was determined to make you cum again before he did. Well, two could play that game. You tightened around him and he groaned.

“You little slut! If you don’t stop this little game, I’ll stop everything.” You relaxed and he began his lazy movements again.

"Good girl, now give me one, just for me." His eyes were boring into yours. "I want to see you."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you whimpered as you felt the pressure build in your belly. Tom continued encouraging you. "That's it baby, you know how much I like it."

Another squeeze and he groaned. His hips pumped faster, finally giving you what you craved. Your nails scratched his back as you came, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream.

He pulled away as you went through your third orgasm of the night. He pulled out and turned you onto your side before getting behind you. He hooked one of your legs around his waist and didn't give you time to recover as he entered you again with one quick movement.

Oversensitive, out of breath, you protested against his frantic pace. “Tom, please.”

“Come on baby, I know you’ve got one more in you. Show my brother how beautiful you are in ecstasy for the last time.” Tom whispered in your ear hoarsely.

Bill. You completely forgot about his presence once again. He was still sitting in the armchair, but he had unzipped his pants and taken off his shirt. He was holding his cock, his cheeks red with excitement and pleasure. He was close. You could tell by looking into his eyes. He had the same glow that Tom had before he lost control. He returned your gaze, biting his lip seductively. Something squeezed your abdomen and you groaned.

This crazy situation turned you on like nothing else. The room was filled with moans and grunts, the sounds of skin slapping against skin. It was vulgar, to say the least, but you couldn't care less. You really liked this idea of being fucked and watched at the same time.

Tom grunted behind you and slid his hand against your pussy to rub your clit. You squeezed him again, shaking and curling your toes as you orgasmed again. Several sobs escaped your mouth. Tom gave one last hard, deep thrust before spilling himself into the condom as Bill moaned as his cum covered his hand and lower abdomen in white ribbons.

You raised an arm behind you to pull Tom toward you. You turned your head and stole a kiss from his lips. You enjoyed this post-coital moment, when he was still buried deep inside you and the two of you shared a few tender kisses. He cupped your cheek and left his mouth to caress your nose in the sweetest way.

Bill cleared his throat, breaking the magic of the moment. “Well, as fun as it was, I better get home. I have some things to do.”

You slowly turned your head towards him and noticed that he was indeed ready to go, clean and dressed.

Tom gently pulled away from you. He got rid of the condom and put on his jeans again. "I will accompany you."

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, you pulled the blanket over your naked body.

"See you soon." Bill winked at you.

Then he looked at his brother smugly. “Maybe next time I can touch?”

Tom chuckled lightly and pushed his brother out of the room before following him.

Alone, you continued replaying what had just happened in your mind with a stupid smile on your face. Then Bill's last words echoed in your head. Maybe, just maybe, next time he could touch.

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Mission Gone Right (Clint Barton/Hawkeye x Reader)

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Pairing: Clint Barton/Hawkeye Reader

Word Count: 6482

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Minors DNI!, Sexual themes, one bed trope, brief weapon mention, dirty talk, masturbation (fem), oral (fem and male receiving), nipple talk, kissing, pining, cum, p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)... let me know if I missed something :)

Request: Hello there! :) I really enjoy and love your writing, it's really good! I like the Steve Rogers: not so pure, and I was wondering if you could write something like that, but with Clint Barton/Hawkeye x reader? Thank you kindly and have a wonderful day! :) - Anon

Summary: You and Clint had been partners, and somewhat friends, for a long time. When you have to pretend to be a wedded couple in love to escape a tense mission, what could happen when the hotel room ends up with only one bed?

A/N: I decided to place this request in the OG Avengers era, I hope that's alright! Also, he's single in this universe because I don't want to write in cheating or give him a sad end to his marriage :(

As a hero without true "superpowers," you oftentimes got paired on missions with Hawkeye. This never bothered you, but it did seem odd that they would place you both together instead of having you each team up with a powered hero.

Not to say that you weren't strong in your own right; your skill with shuriken was near unmatched. Between your use of shuriken and your partner's use of bow and arrow, you were a fearsome duo.

"(L/n), Barton." Greeted Fury as you entered the briefing room. "Thank you for coming quickly."

"With all due respect sir," you said, "what else would we be doing?"

Fury sighed at your sarcasm, ignoring it as he continued.

"I have a mission for the two of you."

"What do you need, sir?" Asked Clint. Fury seemed to pause for a moment, as if he didn't want to reveal the details of the mission. Nevertheless, he began speaking again.

"We have a high profile target who we need some more information on."

"Uh, why the need for the pause then?" You asked. Fury would have rolled his eye had he not been so used to your bratty antics.

"Maybe, you should let me finish," he stated slowly. "We received intel alerting us that said target will be at a gala this evening, which is where the two of you will find him."

Reading between the lines, paired with your knowledge of the different types of missions offered by SHIELD, your eyes narrowed at Fury.

"You're sending us, who may I remind you are Avengers, on an undercover mission?" You asked incredulously. You knew that the two of you, along with maybe Nat, were the least recognizable of the group. Steve or Tony tended to get recognized the most, at least when Bruce wasn't in Hulk-mode. But still, it was like a slap in the face to assume nobody would recognize you at said event.

"The target may be at a gala, but he is incredibly dangerous. I don't trust our typical undercover agents with this mission."

You thought on Fury's words for a moment, mulling them over. Deciding that your ego was enough appeased, you nodded.

"So what do we need to know?"

Another agent spent time briefing you and Clint on the target; what he looked like along with any other pertinent information. The agent also explained to you that while you would be able to hide a few shuriken on yourself, Clint would have to go in bow-and-arrow-less. It's a pretty difficult weapon to conceal. Even with your shuriken being small, you knew you wouldn't be able to hide too many under whatever outfit SHIELD provided. You were beginning to understand why the mission was considered as dangerous as it was.

"There's one more thing you should know," said the agent. "To help conceal your identities, you are to pose as partners."

Clint coughed, seeming to choke on his own saliva. You just looked blankly at the agent.

"Are we not already?"

"I think they mean-" said Clint, rising his eyebrows as he motioned his head, trying to indicate to you his meaning without putting words to it. Suddenly understanding what he meant, you let out a small 'oh,' feeling your face heat. You have to admit the thought has crossed your mind before. Clint was an attractive man, and your line of work did tend to involve getting to look at him in a sleeveless outfit flexing his muscles all day. You never let it go further than that though, just thoughts.

Once all of the information had been provided, you and Clint were released back to each of your quarters to prepare for that evening.

"You know, Fury didn't mean it as an insult." Said Clint as the two of you walked together. You sighed.

"I know, it's just that I'm tired of being passed over."

At your words, Clint looked at you with something you couldn't quite place. Knowing your time to get ready was limited, you decided it wasn't worth thinking too much about it.

"Well, see you soon, hubby," you said with a fake salute, entering your room. Closing the door behind you, you missed the look on Clint's face at his new nickname.

Now alone in your room, you noticed the outfit SHIELD had arranged for you.

"You've got to be kidding me." You muttered as you grabbed the, admittedly little amount of, clothing. It was a dress, deep purple in color with just the right amount of shine to it. Even before putting it on, you knew it would leave little to the imagination. They were right when they said I wouldn't be able to bring many shuriken.

With hair done and makeup (if preferred) finished, it finally came time to put the dress on. It slipped on easier than you expected, and for as tight as it looked on the hanger it was rather flattering now that it was on you. It hugged your curves in a way that made just standing there look sensual. You were thankful to have been able to hide a few shuriken in a holster on one of your upper thighs, but a high slit up your other leg made hiding any others impossible.

You had to admit, you felt sexy. This was outside of your usual wardrobe, but whoever picks the undercover mission outfits should get a bonus.

A knock on your door tore you from your thoughts. You opened it, revealing a, rather attractive-looking, Clint Barton. Although he didn't have his arms exposed as usual, something about his change in attire was enticing. Again, whoever picks the outfits should get a bonus. The suit was fitted to Clint perfectly, somehow showing off his muscular physique while keeping him entirely covered.

Unbeknownst to you, Clint couldn't help but check you out as you did the same to him. The gentle curve of your hips, your exposed leg to your thigh, and your cleavage looking as it could spill right over the cups of the dress. Hell, he almost wanted them to.

"You look good," you tell your partner, trying to hide the fact that you had just ogled all over him. Thankfully, he was a bit too busy to notice.

"You too," he said, suddenly cocking a smile, "Wifey." You gave him a puzzled look. "What? You called me Hubby."

Forgot about that, you thought. I need to keep my head on straight if this mission is going to go well.

"Well," you said, jokingly looping your arm with his. "You lead the way."

Clint chuckled at your antics, but he did as you asked. He led you outside to the limousine SHIELD had prepared for the both of you. You got in, careful not to expose more than you wanted as you arranged your body into the vehicle. Clint followed, and despite the amount of room inside, he slid onto the bench seat next to you.

"I'm a method actor," he said with a wink. "And you're going to be my wife in about 30 minutes."

Rolling your eyes at your partner, you knew in your mind he was just being an ass. Yet, your mind began to wander against your will. You realize the night will not just mean looking good and standing in the same vicinity as each other. You had to convince a room of dangerous people that Clint and yourself were married. That meant physical contact, and plenty of it.

It wasn't an entirely unpleasant thought, leaning against his muscular chest or feeling his strong arm around your lower back. The thought made your body heat, and as pleasant as it was it also made you incredibly nervous. You had never had trouble working with Clint, but something about the way your mind kept wandering worried you that you weren't at the top of your game. You needed to stay focused.

The 30 min ride began to feel much longer. A bit on edge, you began rhythmically drumming your fingers on your thigh as you waited. Suddenly the drumming stopped, as you felt Clint's hand grab your own.

"You're driving me crazy," he said, irritation lacing his tone. "It's like clicking a pen."

Despite the anger in his tone, he didn't let go of your hand. He simply adjusted so he was holding more than grabbing. You didn't mind, you had to get into character too.

Finally arriving, Clint got out of the limo first before extending his hand back towards you to help you get out gracefully. Instead of letting go once you were standing, he instead interlocked your fingers.

"Let's go get this guy," he said with a raise of his eyebrows, "Babe."

Although you knew he was teasing because of the mission, you couldn't help the smile that rose to your face. Is this really all it took for you to lose your mind? Your colleague, and friend for that matter, just had to wear a suit and you lost it? Maybe you'd just been single too long, but that was something to deal with after this mission was over.

You and Clint made your way into the gala, staying close to each other. Not seeing the target yet, you decided to grab a drink and mingle.

"So, how did the two of you meet?" Asked the women who had struck up a conversation with the two of you.

"At work," replied Clint, taking the moment to smile down at you. You tried to suppress the flutter of your heart at his soft expression. "She just caught my eye." He was smart, using the truth as a way to embellish your cover. Clint wrapped his arm around your waist, gently pulling you closer to him. You smiled back at him, batting your eyelashes.

"He's being modest, he's the one who caught my eye." You were laying it on thick, but you didn't really care. You had just spotted the target heading your way. You placed a hand on Clint's chest. This time, you didn't miss the way his expression faltered for a moment as his eyes flicked down to your movements. You pulled away, worried you had gone too far and made him uncomfortable. "I mean, just look at him."

As you finished your act, you noticed the target walk just past the two of you.

"Could you excuse us?" Asked Clint, politely exiting the conversation so the two of you could tail the man. You followed him from afar until he went through a doorway, disappearing behind it.

"Damn it." You whispered. Turning around, you found an unusual amount of eyes on you. Guards stationed around the room looked at the pair of you, and you noticed a few begin walking your way. "Clint, we've got trouble."

The two of you began making your way back through the crowd, trying to blend in. Regardless of your efforts, guards continued to slink your way.

"We've got to go," said Clint lowly. His hand made it's way to your waist, helping guide you through the crowd of people and towards the front door. Thankfully, your limo returned quickly so you could make your exit.

Clint helped you in, moving to join you. Before he could, a large, gloved hand grasped his arm.

"Where are you two off to?" Asked a gruff voice.

Shit.

Thinking quickly, you decided to use your given roles to your advantage.

"Excuse me?" You squealed. "Unhand my husband." The man's grip loosened, but he didn't fully let go. "What's going on?"

"Ma'am, what's go you both leaving in such as rush?" His eyes narrowed, not fully believing either of you. You did the only thing you could think of to get him off your back.

"What are you, a pervert?" You asked, playing up the bratty whininess in your voice. You used his moment of surprise to pull Clint towards you while the man's grip was weakened. "We're going somewhere more, private." You purred seductively, lathering it on thick as you gave Clint your best bedroom eyes. You ran a hand up his thigh as he took a seat next to you. "Right, Baby?"

Clint's voice was noticeably lower as he responded, "uh, yeah." Smooth, Barton.

You leaned in towards Clint, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. Damn he smelled good. Almost instinctively, his hands made their way to your hips. You couldn't deny it felt good. You peppered soft, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, hoping the guard would get the message and fall for the ploy.

"What, are you going to watch?" You asked sarcastically, the momentary pause of your actions allowing you to realize how tight Clint was gripping you, and how heavy his breaths were. Your words had the intended effect, with the guard seeming embarrassed as he let the door close. As soon as it did, the driver hit the gas.

You pulled back from Clint, the embarrassment hitting you. You felt your face heat up.

"Sorry," you said awkwardly, trying to chuckle to ease the tension. "It's all I could think of."

"It's okay." He replied, his words short. "It worked."

Great, you thought, now he's uncomfortable. No wonder, after all that.

The two of you sat in uncomfortable silence, still seated close. You did your best to give him the space you could, but your exposed leg still sat touching his. You may not have paid it much mind, but if you had dared to look his way you would have seen Clint's eyes glued.

A sudden ring stunned you both, and Clint answered the phone.

"Detective Fury?" He asked. He listened for a moment to whatever Fury was telling him, nodding slowly. "Well, uh," his eyes flipped to you then quickly away. "We had to play into our cover. Y/n may have told them we were..." He coughed. "Headed somewhere 'more private'."

Your embarrassment only heightened. Not only did you make Clint uncomfortable, but now your boss knows.

"Yes sir, I understand." Said Clint. Hanging up, he looked back to you. "We're being followed."

"Shit!" You exclaimed. One guard may have fallen for your trick, but the target must have sent someone after you to be sure.

"So," said Clint slowly. "Fury has booked us a hotel room. We're headed there now."

Your mouth fell open, eyes wide.

"What do you-"

"Not to do that!" Exclaimed Clint, his own eyes going wide. "Just so when they follow our car, it looks like we were telling the truth."

Your suddenly racing heartrate slows again.

"Oh, okay." Your breathing slows as well, calming back down. You rode the rest of the way to the hotel in continued silence, thankful Fury had found one nearby.

Arriving and getting out of the vehicle yet again, you were surprised when Clint pulled you to him.

"We've got to be believable," he whispered, hands on your hips pulling them dangerously close to his own. One hand trailed further down, resting on your ass. "Is that alright?"

Of course, even in a dire situation Clint would ask a question like that. You nod, tilting your head to give him access to your neck. You bit your lip as his own lips made contact with your neck, holding back a moan that threatened to come out. While you may have been pretending, it didn't mean his lips didn't feel excruciatingly good.

Too quickly for your liking, he pulled back. There was a darkness in his eyes looking down at you. He must be a great actor. You let him lead you along, grabbing the room key from the front desk. The group of men entering the building after you did not go unnoticed. You grabbed ahold of Clint's tie, using it to pull his face close enough to yours that you could whisper without being hear. Close enough too that if you wanted, you could put your lips on his.

"They're staking out the lobby," you whispered. "I think we'll really have to stay here."

You made your way up to the room, footsteps following the two of you. As you reached for the door handle, you felt strong hands grab you and press you next to the door instead. Clint's body was pressed close to your own, making your breaths shallow and your body heat up.

"Clint-" You whispered.

"Do you trust me?" He said lowly so that only you could hear. You nodded. Before you knew it, you felt soft lips press to yours. You let your hands wander, making their way to his hair. You let yourself kiss him back, with a feverishness that nearly shocked you. He may have been your friend, but all your mind flooded with now was the need to be close to him. Feel his body pressed to yours, lips staying locked together.

You barely registered the sound of footsteps trailing to the other side of you, passing convinced that you were really there for the reason you claimed. Once they finally passed, Clint reached behind you, unlocking and opening the door without letting his lips leave your mouth. He didn't pull away until the door shut behind you both, hearing the latch click.

When he did pull away, both breathing hard, you felt as if your lips became cold. You wanted him back on you.

"Sorry," he muttered huskily, doing little to quell the heat in your body. "I thought that might get them off our backs a little." You nodded in response, taking into account the hotel room. There was a moderate-sized bathroom, a small closet and a dresser complete with TV on top. And, there was one queen bed facing it.

"You can take the bed." Said Clint. "I don't mind sleeping on the floor, as long at you let me have a pillow."

You rolled your eyes, pushing down the sexual tension you felt. Clearly he must not be feeling it too, as he switched back to humor quickly.

"Don't be silly. We're both adults, and it's hardly a crime to sleep in the same bed. It doesn't mean we have to do more than that."

Though your words didn't come across quite as you hoped, worried it sounded like there was an option of doing more than sleeping, Clint did take a seat on the bed. You did the same on the opposite side. After a moment of comfortable silence, Clint stood back up.

"Is it okay with you if I hop in the shower?"

You gave him a puzzled look, "am I okay if you practice good hygiene? Let me think." You pretended to think really hard, making him chuckle.

"Point made."

As you heard the water turn on, you laid back on the bed. Your mind began to wander again, full of both want and worry. After one evening, and one mission gone slightly awry, your usually tame thoughts about your partner were running wild. What had you gotten yourself into? Hearing the shower run, you couldn't stop yourself from imagining what could be on the other side of the wall. Your partner, your friend, taking off that beautiful suit to reveal what was underneath. The water running over his body, his muscles...

The water suddenly stopping jolted you from your thoughts. You tried to minimize the blush that was sure to be present on your face, grateful that he seemed to take his time drying off.

Opening the bathroom door, you stared as Clint walked out in just the suit's dress pants. Despite his best efforts to dry off, water droplets remained in his hair as they seemed to make him sparkle. Your eyes didn't remain at his hair, trailing lower to his exposed chest. The soft curves of his pecs, down to his abs, the beginning of a 'V' shape that dared you to follow it...

"So," he said. "We don't have luggage."

Shit, I hadn't even thought about that yet.

"As you know, I'm such a gentleman." He said playfully. "I don't want you to sleep in that dress, there's no way it would be comfortable." Your mind raced with a million thoughts of all the other options. "I propose you get my t-shirt from under the suit, and I sleep in the dress pants."

You nod at him, trying not to think about what he was suggesting. He wanted to sleep shirtless, and let you wear his clothes. Was it too late to tell him to sleep on the floor?

Not able to come up with a better option, you took the shirt he was offering and made your way to the bathroom to shower. Peeling the dress off your body, you decided to ignore the situation you were in and simply let yourself relax. Stepping into the warm water of the shower, you let it run down your head and shoulders. Closing your eyes to try and relax, it had the opposite effect.

Every time you shut your eyes, all you could think about was Clint. His hands, his lips, his body. How all three of those things would feel on you. To make matters worse, as you got more hot and bothered you pictured him even with your eyes open. Turning the water cooler, you hoped a cold shower would fix the problem.

It didn't.

Huffing, you washed your body and figured your thoughts weren't going away any time soon. The more you tried to stop them, the more they invaded your senses. As you scrubbed the soap across your body, you couldn't help but imagine someone else's hand.

Visions of Clint's hands running down your body played through your mind as your own hands trailed the same path. Ghosting lightly across your nipples, you bit your lip to stop the gasp in your throat. You imagined how his fingertips, calloused from years of notching arrows, would feel in place of your own.

Keeping one hand firmly at your breast, your other traveled lower and lower. A soft whimper escaped your throat before you could do anything to suppress it as your fingers made contact with your clit. Hearing nothing from the other side of the wall, you assumed Clint couldn't hear you over the sound of the shower water.

Your fingers continued circular motions at your entrance, feeling just how wet you had become. Soft moans fell from your lips, thinking the noise would be covered by the running water and bathroom fan that had been turned on to help ventilate humidity.

Besides, everyone knew hotel walls were never described as thin... right?

-Clint's POV-

He dropped to the bed with a deep sigh as soon as the door shut to the bathroom with you inside. He rubbed a hand over his face. What the Hell had he gotten himself into?

Sure, he had always found you rather attractive. And sure, that may have developed into something a bit deeper over the time he had gotten to know you. And maybe, he had been a little too excited when he heard about the details of the mission.

He thought he would be able to handle himself. Yet, here he was; grown man acting like a teenage boy unable to control his hormones and keep his hands to himself.

Listening to the shower water run, he tried to relax. Instead of remembering the way your hands grasped at his chest when he had kissed your neck. Not thinking about the way your lips moved against his in the hallway, how sweet they tasted. Pretending he didn't know what it was like to have your body pinned to his, having you whisper his name.

It had become the ghost of a mantra in is head. Your whisper from the hallway repeating again and again in his head.

Clint, Clint, Clint...

He couldn't help but imagine how else you could say his name. His mind bombarded him with a cacophony of sound. Could he make you moan his name? Scream it?

Feeling his dick twitch in his pants, he was playing a dangerous game. When you got out of the shower and exited the bathroom, he knew he couldn't be thinking this way. Just seeing you, twinkling with water droplets in your hair, his shirt adorning your body, would be enough to get him going again. He needed to calm back down.

He focused in to the sound of running water, trying to zone out. It had even begun to work. That was, until he heard it.

It was faint, and at first he thought it was his imagination again. But the noise persisted, to the point he stood and began slowly slinking towards the bathroom wall. As he got closer, there was no ignoring what he heard. You were moaning, and it was the most delectable sound he had ever heard. So much for calming down.

He staggered back to the bed, laying on his back and focusing in on your sounds instead of the water. There was no way to relax, that was sure. What could you be doing in there? He could only come up with one answer, and it drove him crazy. How he wanted to be with you, his hands feeling you up, his mouth capturing all of those beautiful noises.

Too soon for his liking, he heard the knob twist to and the water shut off. Adjusting himself in his pants, he hoped covering with the blanket would hide his arousal.

-Your POV-

You were frustrated, sexually and otherwise. Despite how you felt as if you were more turned on than you've ever been, you were left chasing your high. Realizing you had been in the shower for much too long, you had to get out. You didn't want Clint to worry and think something was wrong.

Getting out of the shower, you toweled off best you could. Pulling Clint's shirt over your head, you were glad you had worn nicer underwear under your dress that evening. His shirt may have laid big on you, but it still left the bottom halves of your butt cheeks exposed. You did the best you could to make yourself as presentable as possible.

With your best efforts, it still left the tops of your thighs and the gentle curve of your butt exposed. You had not needed to wear a bra with your earlier dress thanks to built-in cups, which you now regretted as your nipples lay pebbled under the t-shirt's material.

You crossed your arms in front of you as casually as you could as you twisted the doorknob and left the bathroom.

Thankfully, Clint had already laid in bed. He didn't turn to look at you which you were grateful for. You walked around the room preparing it for sleep, turning the AC to a comfortable temperature and making sure the door was secure.

Unbeknownst to you, Clint was following your every move as you turned around. He didn't know if he were lucky to get to see you, or unlucky as he was sure to picture you like this for the rest of his life. To be so close and not be with you was like torture. Your thighs teased him, t-shirt barely covering them and leaving your underwear-clad bottom within view. Your breasts were not constrained under the thin material, leaving little to his imagination as your nipples seemed to call to him. Everything about you looked to soft, and it took all of his self-restraint to stop himself from reaching out to touch you.

Laying beside Clint, you were oblivious to the show you had just put on for him. His breathing was strained, which you attributed to the uncomfortably close quarters. You were not touching, but the bed forced you close enough to feel the heat emanating from his body. You knew that snuggling close to him would be like heaven, his warmth and his strong arms engulfing you.

Closing your eyes, you were glad for the stress of the evening. That stress left your mind tired, able to ignore your arousal for just long enough to lull yourself to sleep.

Clint was not so lucky. He laid awake, dress pants uncomfortably tight against his lower half. Noticing your sleeping state, he made a decision he hoped he would not regret. Moving slowly as not to disturb you, he inched the uncomfortable garment off his legs. Left in just his boxers, he was only moderately more comfortable. His length still remained uncomfortably contained.

Clint did his best to ignore you beside him, but you were making that incredibly difficult. In your sleep you had turned away from him, but moved ever closer. There was nothing he could think to do, and before he could come up with an idea he felt the plush of your ass up against his bare thigh. Of course, this did nothing to help his situation.

He tried to think of anything else he could. A previous mission, perhaps with dangerous details to remember as a way to lesson his mood. No matter the nature of the old missions, his memories always ended the same. You, smiling up at him with sparkling eyes as you completed the objective.

Another noise pulled Clint from his thoughts. It came from your direction. He felt your leg twitch against him, and he realized you must be dreaming.

A noise came from you again, and Clint was intrigued. The sound was muffled, and he couldn't tell if it was positive or negative. He had a preference, sure, but you could have been having a nightmare for all he knew.

Feeling your hips press you backside further into his leg as you made another sound, this time clearly a small moan, it was clearly no nightmare.

Clint's body was tense. His cock felt as if it grew impossibly harder as a result of your movements. There was nothing he could do, waking you up would only reveal that he had removed his dress pants and make him look like a perv. Instead, he took in the moment as he knew he may never get to hear your noises again.

Soft moans and whimpers fell from your lips, hips grinding back towards his body. He wanted to reach out and touch you, but he restrained. At least, until he heard something that made him snap.

"Clint," you moaned with voice tantalizingly soft and sweet. He couldn't help the groan that escaped him in response. Last ounce of restraint now gone, he reached toward you. His hand found your hip, soft under his callouses. The two of you were practically spooning, and he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His lips moved to kiss up your nape, and he relished in how your moans followed his actions.

Looking up at your face, he was startled to see your wide eyes meeting his. Your pupils were blown wide with lust.

"Please don't stop."

Your whisper only urged him further, allowing his hand to slip higher under your shirt, his shirt, to grab your breast. Your moans only continued to spur him on, grinding his bulge into your backside. It both offered relief, and made him want even more.

You felt his hands across your body, even better than you had imagined. You pushed your ass backwards into him, matching his motions and feeling just how hard he was.

His strong hands suddenly flipped you to your back, Clint hovering above you. His lips found yours feverishly. You kissed him back as if you were starved, taking as much as he would give you. Moan after moan fell from your lips to his as he pressed his hardness against your cunt.

"Can feel how fucking wet you are," he groaned. "You been thinking about me?"

You nodded in return, but that wasn't enough for Clint. He wanted to hear you.

"What was that sweetheart?"

"Fuck, Clint," you sighed. "You're all I could think about all night."

His pride, and other things, swelled. His mouth trailed down to your chest, tongue finding a nipple as he swirled his tongue around it. His motions were rough, but his pace was slow. He pulled away as an involuntary whimper left your throat.

You felt his lips trail downward, oh too slowly. He pressed soft kisses across your inner thighs, making you curl your hips towards him in hopes he would quell the burning in the pit of your stomach.

He yanked your panties down only to replace them with his warm mouth. The initial contact almost made your scream as his hot breath fanned across the slick that had gathered between your legs. Cockily, Clint looked up to catch your eyes. With a wink, he held high contact while licking a slow stripe up where you were most sensitive. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as he began picking up the pace. Every flick of his tongue sent shivers down your spine and moans to fall from your lips. He ate at you greedily. It's as if he was a man starved, but that was of no complaint to you. You don't think there was any way he could touch you that would make you complain.

Heat continued pooling in your core, building with every motion Clint made. Even so, your orgasm caught you by surprise when he moved his hands to your breasts, lightly pinching your nipples with his tongue continuing to swirl around your clit.

"Fuck, oh fuck, oh Clint," you moaned as you came, thighs squeezing on his head and hands in his hair. If this is how he died, he would be a happy man. As you came down from your high, Clint slowed and pulled away. He crawled back up to face you, kissing you harshly. You could feel your own juices on his tongue and along his stubble.

"On your knees," he muttered. His look was dark, and you obeyed. As you kneeled, you looped your fingers around the waistband of his boxers to pull them down with you. He groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair in his hand.

You couldn't keep your eyes off his cock as it sprung free. Precum glistened the tip.

Tentatively, you leaned forward to lick the underside. Clint's groan emboldened you, taking the head into your mouth and swirling your head across the tip. Clint bucked his hips into your mouth, guiding you with his hand on the back of your head yet careful not to push you too far. You fell into a rhythm, bobbing your head on his cock as he groaned. Moaning around his cock, you felt his legs tense and dick twitch as the vibrations rang through him.

"Look at me," he demanded. "Want to see your eyes while I fuck your pretty little mouth."

You did as he asked, not knowing Clint had those words in him.

"There you go," he said quietly, "good girl." The words made you moan again around his cock.

That's new, you thought.

"Gonna fucking ruin you." He pulled out of your mouth, leaving your mouth open following his action. "Love the way you suck my cock baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good honey but now you're gonna give me your dripping pussy, alright?"

He flipped you over to your stomach, grabbing your hips to pull them into the air. You arched your back for him, and he paused to take in the sight.

"Damn baby, you're fucking soaked for me." You shivered as a finger ran along your folds. You pushed your hips back towards the feeling, needing more. "You like this baby? Want me to touch you like this?"

"Want, more," you whimpered.

"What do you want?" He asked sensually, lazily pushing a finger in and out of your entrance. "Tell me what you want me to do baby."

"Want you to fuck me, Clint." You whined. "Please fuck me. Want to feel you so fucking far inside me." Something about the usually mild-mannered, sweet Clint talking so dirty to you had something waking in yourself as well.

He wasted no time at your words, lining up with your entrance and slowly pressing into you. Your gummy walls welcomed him, tight and warm and clenching as he eased in.

"Fuck," he mumbled, feeling how tight you were just halfway in. "You feel so fucking good around my cock baby. Almost there." Giving you time to adjust to his size, he waited until he felt you squirming to move further again.

Whimpering as you pressed back against him, your mind felt like exploding. His dick stretched you so deliciously. You knew what was about to happen would ruin you for any other man, not wanting to ever feel anything but the man you had now.

Clint's pace picked up, leaving you a mess underneath him. You could barely think straight, only able to focus on the sliding of his cock in and out of your squelching cunt. You were thankful for his hands gripping your hips, legs turning to jelly.

You murmured a string of something resembling words, unable to do much more than moan and enjoy what Clint was doing to him. Grunts fell from his mouth, beautiful sounds as they layered with the wet slapping sounds echoing throughout the room.

"Take my cock so well," he grunted. Suddenly pulling out, you whimpered at the rapid lack of contact. Before you could react more, he flipped you over and pressed back in. Filling you up again made you scream at the overwhelming pleasure. "Who knew he had this in him? "Want to see your pretty face when I cum inside your pussy, hm?"

Just the thought made your head fall back with another moan as he continued to fuck you. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, mesmerizing to Clint unable to take his eyes off of you.

" 'M so close baby," he groaned. You wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling him close and looking up into his eyes.

That was the last push he needed, thrusts faltering as his seed shot into you. His grunts turned to moans, needy as he continued to thrust deep into you as he came. Staying inside, he leaned down to kiss you deeply.

"Fuck," he whispered, resting his forehead against your own.

"Yea," you replied breathlessly. He pulled back, dazed smile matching your own.

After cleaning you both up, he laid back in bed to allow you to snuggle close to him.

"I think that's the most I've heard you swear," you giggled, "maybe ever."

He chuckled in response, squeezing him closer to you.

"It's not my fault you feel so fucking good then."

Drifting off to sleep again, you wouldn't think about how the mission debrief would go until morning. After all, you're sure this is far from the last time you and Clint would end up like this.

[forthechubbies]

Mafia! BTS! x Wife! Chubby Reader

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons, yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

Our little Wife . V

Sex Sells.

Strong language; Jimin’s a drunk asshole, fat shaming, Intense name-calling, sexual assault, puking, violence, man-handling, and bondage. I did say spicy

Jimin’s Past. IV

How else would the brothel remain untouched by the ever-growing society we live in today? Hiding in the dense shadows of Busan, The Brothel’s sign ominously blazed in a firey feisty crimson tint. Yes, for tonight, their god has returned as a return to bless their dreams once more.

Jimin.

Feeling numb through the high alcohol consumption, He smiled for the first time tonight. At what? Himself. He felt foolish for falling hard for a slut like you.

He snickered.

Jimin detests the persistent feeling of worrying about you. Unbelievable, Right? Not really, The sweetness of your warm squishy skin ghosted over his cold limbs due to the building's poor condition.

Autumn’s chill rattled the windows. You love autumn; He fell in love with you genuinely in the autumn-That day, the temperature played in his favor causing you to cuddle up to him as the orangish leaves crunch under their shoes. A plain walk through the park to the outsider but to Jimin, it was pure bliss.

Now, Look at him, Miserable, Heartbroken, ... Bitter.

May how far Jimin has fallen.

Bringing the pint glass to his puffy pink lips tilting his all the back to realize it's bonedry.

Jimin scoffed. “Tapped out.” sitting the glass bottoms up, He gently slides the glass to his collection on his table. “ Three.Four?....Eight! Come on, baby!... 13!-Damn..” His excitement died down at coming to realize a minor yet annoying error.

“That's an odd number...I wouldn't say I like odd numbers...I w-will have just one more.”

Jimin rushed to the stairs leaving in nothing short of pajama pants and its matching top open for the world to see...He forgot to button up after taking his shower.

Freezing mid-sip, Jimin focused solely on you- your shy and flushed expression made his eyebrow twitch-

“ You are by far the prettiest woman I have sight ever.” She leaned in. “You should work here. You would make a gold mine.” She laughed at your bewildered innocence. “ Yep, Korean men secretly worship chubby women like you. There's this young pervert who always comes in asking our chubby girls to sit on his face.”

Your mind is anywhere except on earth. How did your night end up like this? You should be at home in a hot bubble bath melting away the stress of today. Instead, your god knows where with women who have a one-track mind.

Fuck.

Jimin crept several steps over towards you. You looked healthy and as plump as a peach. He found it humorous how much you looked like an actual businesswoman. Slutty tight skirts and blouses ready to be ripped off, and those high heels that would look perfect in two places, and neither of them is walking, at least not straight.

Jimin clicked his tongue. Calm down. Calm down. It's probably what she fucking wants..She’s just an attention whore. Old habits die hard, they say.

The feeling of unknown eyes tracing your figure made you squirm in discomfort.

Ping

Whether it was your desperate need to excuse yourself or your phone pinging off the hook; had Jimin seeing red. Who the hell were you so eager to run off to? Sure as hell wasn't any of your husbands!?

Then who?! Who!

A face full of boiling rage fueled by a dangerously drunken state was a recipe for disaster. Jimin slammed his pint on the bar shattering the glass entirely; he followed you out front and was hot on your heels.

“Yah!” His voice boomed through the quiet red, lit streets.

Startled, You spun on your heels, and the shock of seeing Jimin made the blood in your veins run cold. “J-Jiminie?” You shuddered at his death glare.

Jimin scoffed, tucking any blonde stragglers behind his ears. “ You don't get to call me that after what you did to us!” His chest heaved with sorrow. “You threw away the only people willing to love you forever; what an ungrateful little whore you are. or Are you doing this for attention?” He truly got a kick out of that one.

You stood silent on the brink of tears; He wasn't worth your tears or your time. You turn on your heels only to take two steps before being manhandled by your arm.

“Yah! Don't walk away from me like I'm not fucking talking to you!” Jimin's anger took the physical form of tears. His throat burned so did his nose from the chilly early morning air.

Morning air? Is this correct? 5 am was rapidly approaching, and you had yet to close your eyes to start a new chapter the following day. You want to go home- Your real home; maybe you were stupid for creating this strike. Perhaps you should go back home.

“Your right, Jimin.” Your tears fall onto your ivory blouse. “I'm sorry for being selfish.”

Jimin froze. “No-No, your not getting off that easy. You don't get to get off that easy!” He yanked your skirt, bringing you closer into his arms. “ I want you to take responsibility...You hurt me bad, Chimmy.”

It wasn't until Jimin’s hands started to wander, You recognized the libidinous tone in his voice. He wouldn't dare ravish his own wife, Right?

“Now, Jimine, Let's talk this-”

Jimin shook his head. “There you go, Using that honey voice of yourself. Fuck. You know how to piss me off.” He stole your lips in an instant, biting and pulling at your swollen lips.

Your face pinged at his highly flammable breath. He's drunk. “Jimin-Wa-Wait a min.” You put up a good fight attempting to crease his assault, but even though you're around the same height, his strength trumps yours.

You hissed at the freezing brick wall; Jimin slammed you against- “Jimin! Stop it! This isn't funny!” One of your little hits landed on Jimin’s face.

He froze. You did the same, desperately catching your breath. Jimin’s sweaty blonde locks blocked his eyes; his tongue glazed his irritated lips.

“I can get rough too, Cow.” Jimin lowly chuckled, untying his pajama’s silk belt. “Be a good girl and face the fucking wall!” Jimin spat, gritting his teeth. He yanks you around to face the wall by the roots of your hair.

You gasped in pain.“Ow! Jimin! Please-”

“Please?! Did you just ‘Please’ me?! I hadn't done shit to you yet, and you're already begging.” He groans, taking big steps forward to sandwich you between him and the wall. "Since you're so eager - I guess I should at least tease you..but first- "

You squeaked in pain as his brutally bondage your hands behind your back; you could feel the silk cutting off your circulation. "You're a despicable little monster, Park Jimin!” You spat in his eye when he give you a window. " and you always have been."

Your word choice was an additional shot to his manhood and the end result was a harsh smack sending you to the ground. "Pretty bold words for tied-up cattle-” He flashed an eat shit-grin. “-In a woman's clothing.” The cheeky bondage method Jimin displayed is one of his favorites, a technique used for his clients who seek thrill and lore as much as insane pleasure.

Yn’s arms were kept tight behind your back with no wiggle room.

“You talk big but look at you...at my mercy” He looks at you in amusement as he squats beside you. “You're ours, Yn! When you met that demonic bunny, you sealed your fate. You don't even know what a real monster he can be-

Your heart stopped an ink-like figure crept out of the darkness, inching closer. “Jimin! Turn around!” Jimin failed to heed in time, costing him a stone punch to the jaw, followed by the figure’s heavy black boot to his abdomen.

You were expecting Jimin to be in somewhat pain; however, He chuckled, signaling for a timeout between the figure. Lacking, Your extra set of eyes, thanks to Jimin; you couldn't get a good look at him.

“Come on. I barely touch her yet. You can't be that mad.” Jimin swiped the blood caked up in the corners of his mouth. “ Aish, Don't you think you hit me a little too hard-”

The figure remained silent but waited no time to send Jimin to the ground again.

“Ah! Fuck!” He coughed up the dirt in his lungs before finally puking up the ungodly amount of poisonous liquid he had consumed.

Your sniffs and whimpers didn't go unnoticed. You squeeze your eyes shut as its heavy boots stop at your shuddering body. You've managed to set up and have knees to your chest.

The figure had a great view of standing above you like this. You heard his shoes glide on the gravel; Is he gone? Oh please, please, god, please, please. You swallowed your fear and opened your eyes; you quickly learned how much of a mistake you had made.

He rudely had no disregard for your personal space. The tip of his nose grazed yours, and his eyes bored into-

Those big eyes...Jungkook? But his build is different; he's larger than my Kookie...It hasn't been that long, right?

He leaned into your lips to have you reject him. “ What are you crazy?! I'm married!” You extended your leg to his chest to keep him a bay. It worked until the bastard started feeling up your leg; he kissed your ankle.

The touch-starved stranger dragged his gloved hand down your battered stockings and tarnished soft skin. He clicks his tongue, pushing your foot off his chest.

Did he just roll his eyes at me?

He stood up before snatching you up by your silky bonds. “ Eep!” You felt nausea after being treated like a ragdoll for the past hour.

The last thing you heard was Jimin’s voice before blacking out.

...

The warm sunlight overwhelmed your sleepy eyes. Once your eyes adjust to the sunlight, The horror settles in-

You were cleaned, dressed, patched up, and placed in your princess room.

[darth-ted2745]

Started an Astarion origin playthrough and I've been trying to play him as close to his "canon" as possible in terms of how he interacts with others. In doing so I've been thinking about who on earth he would romance out of the other origin characters as there is obviously no Tav to seduce and manipulate. Who would he latch on to for protection? My first thought was Shadowheart, since both of them have their secrets. But thinking further, my mans is nosy as fuck and would want to be all up in her business. If he found out from the rip that the artifact she was carrying was what was keeping him from turning into a mindflayer, I think he would steal that shit so fast and dip out. If he didn't know it was what was keeping them from turning, I think he'd probably try to at least figure out what it was and if it was worth anything. I don't think he'd care about her following Shar, but I do think he wouldn't be convinced she would protect him if Shar demanded Shadowheart abandon him. I think she would see through his bravado if he tries to seduce her and not fall for it. Next thought was Lae'zel. She's strong, fierce, good in a fight, and closer to morally grey like Astarion. She doesn't care about helping others over herself, and actively disapproves of it. I think it's possible he could worm his way under her stony exterior, but unlikely that he could keep her on the hook. She seems much more interested in something casual romantically and (in my experience) will choose to sleep with either Astarion or Wyll at the tiefling party if Tav rebuffs her. I think Lae'zel would view Astarion as an asset, but she gets real spicy about his vampirism. They're also inherently at odds as she will stop at nothing to rid herself of the tadpole, but Astarion wants to control it. In my personal headcanon, Gale and Astarion bicker constantly, so trying to imagine them together at all doesn't really make sense to me, but for the sake of the thought experiment let's do it. I think Astarion just finds Gale insufferable and can't get past it. Having to find magical items to feed to Gale would annoy him since they're now completely useless to the party at a point where Gale's damage output is pretty low. Additionally, Gale is a slowburn romance and Astarion is tryna FUCK. Gale has a lot of emotional baggage (and this isn't me saying Astarion doesn't because we all know he does), and Astarion doesn't have time to sort through all that if he's trying to secure an alliance with seduction. I think Wyll is a top contender. He's such a do-gooder that I think he would protect Astarion no matter what, even from the rip. I do, however, think Wyll's desire to help people would grate on Astarion, as we see it does in a "good" Tav run. That may not put Wyll out of the running, but I think his need for a more "traditional" romance would. Once again, Astarion needs to seduce or his plan won't work. I think it's possible Wyll might still fall for that seduction, even without the sex, but Astarion's tried and true methods will not work. Karlach is the other top contender in my mind. Yes, the seduction would physically not work since he can't touch her at the beginning of the game, but we know she's satisfied with just words for a while. Karlach is so starved for touch and affection that I think Astarion would pick up on that right away and use that to his benefit. I think in trying to keep her on the hook without being able to touch her, he would absolutely fall for her. She's so endearing and the second she gets her engine fixed and he can touch her, I think he would TRY his typical "seduce to protect me" tactic but at that point he might be in too deep. She's also v strong, BIG, and always warm, and we know our baby boy is always cold!!

[askmerriauthor]

Pokemon S/V - Story Themes: Failure and Abuse

Something I actually really like about Pokemon S/V, which is somewhat ironic given the state of the game itself, is that its underlying story theme is about how the adults of the setting have utterly failed the younger generation.

General discussion and rambling about Pokemon S/V after the jump, as there's sure to be spoilers. This is a long one, so buckle up.

Throughout the many stories Pokemon has told over the years and its iterations, the role of adults in the series and how they relate to the kids - ostensibly, the Player themselves as well - has varied wildly. They've been mentors, friends, allies, enemies, or even just odd folk we encounter. But, for better or worse, they've always been fairly direct in a What You See Is What You Get sort of way.

Pokemon S/V subverts that a bit in that all of the adults - even those we don't meet and only hear about through dialogue - have completely failed the children of the story. The results of those shortcomings range from very mild to absolutely disastrous, but nobody is untouched by it. Even the Player isn't spared.

Right up front we've got the Friendship Trio: Nemona, Arven, and Penny. Being the core to the story, they're the biggest examples one has out the gate. Common themes they all share are that they're each left without support from their families or peers, and that they're each desperately lonely as a result. Nemona is a star pupil, a battling prodigy, and daughter to a wealthy, powerful family. But despite all her talents she's left adrift without aim or goal. Her younger sister is the one being given control of the family business and Nemona's own talents set her apart from other students, meaning she struggles to find peers. Her family seem all too happy to focus on the younger sister, while Geeta from the Pokemon League and the academy itself happily makes use of Nemona's skills for their own ends. Nemona is constantly eager to please, always looking up to powerful people like Geeta and Professor Turo/Sada, but admits that she's just sort of floundering without any anchor. The people she looks up to only see her as a tool to be used and immediately discarded until the next time they need her.

A lot of Players joke about how battle obsessed Nemona is toward the Player, or how yandere jealous/possessive she becomes immediately upon meeting us. She even stands up to Geeta - who she absolutely hero worships - about our attention being poached. But can you really blame her for realizing there's finally someone who not only matches her skill, but seems dedicated to following a route the game itself states virtually nobody else in the region ever comes close to achieving? Nemona is not only the youngest Champion ever, but the only Champion in years, until the Player shows up. Regardless of what the person holding the console feels toward the Gym Challenge, in-context of the story the Player is proving through their own actions that they value Nemona as a friend/rival and are putting in genuine effort to meet her. When you defeat her, especially at the very end when she goes all out in a way she's never been able to with anyone else, she's thrilled. To Nemona, it's got to be the most amazing validation she's ever had in her life. Why wouldn't she hold on dearly and enthusiastically when nobody else, let alone her own family, are able to keep up with her or offer her the validation she needs?

Arven is just absolutely wrecked by his parental failure. His parent (Turo or Sada depending on which version you're playing) was so obsessed with their research in Area Zero that they threw away their entire family. Their spouse left them and took Arven, leaving the boy growing up constantly feeling the void of that missing part of their life. They keep hearing about the things their Professor Parent has accomplished and how well-regarded they are, but that's always just a reminder that the parent put more effort into their work than into being with their child. When Arven tries to go into Area Zero to find their parent himself, his Mabosstiff (his beloved Pokemon companion he's had literally his entire life) is near mortally injured as a result and Arven spends the rest of the game desperately trying to save it. Later, it's revealed that the Professor's work is endangering literally the entire ecosystem and stands to destroy Paldea itself, leaving Arven with the knowledge that not only was he abandoned for the sake of research, but that research was both ultimately harmful and pointless.

By the time the Player reaches the depths of Area Zero and meets the AI Professor, they find out a few things about the Professor. Namely that they're dead. It turns out that the Box Legendary they brought through time killed them years prior and the person the Player - and Arven - has been interacting with all throughout the game is just an AI replica left behind. While exploring the Professor's various labs, the Player first finds an empty picture frame that had its photo removed and, when in the final lab in the heart of Area Zero, they find the photo pinned to the Professor's work board. A photo of Arven as a tot with his beloved Pokemon (still an unevolved Maschiff at the time). This yields two big realizations. One is that the Professor still absolutely harbored love for their child and family, but allowed their drive - or possibly insanity - to overcome them. They were lying to themselves all those years saying "I'm doing this for my family" while outright ignoring said family entirely. Second is that the Player is the only one who learns outright that the Professor was killed, which means they - albeit off-screen - were the ones to break the news to Arven. Even in death, with the AI Professor's remnants of its creator's memories showing love for Arven, they failed him again and again. It's always up to Arven himself to carve his own way through his parent's wake, relying on his own abilities and the help of his friends, to struggle through the mess his parent left him.

Penny is failed on multiple fronts and to multiple degrees. She's a complete introvert and clearly suffers from a fair level of social anxiety due to the bullying she endured during her time at school. She's not shy, per say; when it comes to interacting with the Player and others, she's actually rather outspoken once she feels comfortable. But there's absolutely a wall put up that she doesn't let anyone past until she's ready, controlling her level of exposure and interaction through mediums like only communicating via phone or intentionally restricting her in-person time behind excuses.

At the most basic level, Penny is failed by her own father who doesn't understand her. She mentions that he's always doting, giving her childish nicknames and basically fawning over her. That sounds great on its face - exactly the sort of thing Nemona and Arven crave - but it shows that her father doesn't understand his daughter. Penny doesn't enjoy or respond well to that type of affection and it's being forced on her, causing a wedge in her home life. Next up are Penny's friends, the bosses of Team Star. They gained that rank and gang affiliation because of Penny; she's the one who set it up as a means of rallying all the students who suffered from constant bullying to stand up for themselves as a unified resistance. By that point she was so emotionally battered that she couldn't even stand to be in the company of other people directly, isolating herself and communicating only through phone calls. The Team Star Bosses and Penny all considered each other to be the closest of friends, yet they had never once met her face to face. While it's not explored as much (criminally so, I say) each of the Team Star Bosses show that they're in a similar state as Penny; they rely on each other for support but also self-expression and validation. It's shown throughout their stories that they're let down by the systems they trusted and their families, not able to find what they need from those establishments and instead turning toward one another.

As it's revealed through the events of the Team Star story, the previous administration of the Paldean Academy allowed a brutal level of bullying to go on at school. So much so that it resulted in the targeted students dropping out, falling to truancy, and literally forming a gang just to protect themselves from their aggressors. When Team Star finally did put their collective foot down (peacefully by both intent and action), they were wrongfully branded as the villains of the story and stigmatized. Team Star was shown that not only would adults not protect them, but would actively punish them for protecting themselves. The school admin at the time - who were fully aware of the whole situation - not only allowed it to happen but then actively attempted to cover it up for the sake of protecting their own asses. They were content to sit by and allow their own students to suffer, ultimately leading to drop outs and expulsions, just for their own sake. This led to both the admin and the entire teaching staff to resign and be replaced by the staff we see in the game, and Director Clavell starts to fall into the same error as his predecessor.

When the Player gets involved, Clavell is about to expel all the Team Star members for good (and there's a TON of them). But, hey, credit where it's due; Clavell really puts in the work and goes to considerable lengths to uncover the truth of what happened. He puts into motion the start of healing those wounds by setting aside not only his time, but his own ego for the sake of understanding his students, protecting them, and rectifying the mistakes of those who came before him. There's a part at the very end where Clavell outright apologizes to Team Star for the abuses they suffered at the hands of the previous Academy staff and deeply bows to them. That may not seem like much on its face, but one has to consider the context of this being a Japanese game. A major authority figure like Clavell bowing and apologizing to those younger than himself, let alone those he's an authority over, is a MAJOR demonstration of genuine regret.

That's not to say Clavell is perfect though. Far from it; while he succeeds in this area, he fails in others as he readily allows Geeta to use both the Academy and its students as she pleases. Geeta outright takes advantage of the students for unpaid labor - the Player included - even though none of them actually work for her. The teaching staff themselves, while all good people who are trying their best, show similar failures to varying degrees. Saguaro doesn't show who he really is because he's afraid of disrupting the image students have of him. Miriam - beloved by students for her skills and nature - languishes unable to fulfill her desire to be a teacher because the credential testing (presumably set by Geeta, who establishes similar needlessly exclusionary tests) keeps knocking her down. Hassel is endlessly harangued by his family to give up his passion for art and teaching to take the lead of their House.

It continues with the Gym Leaders and Elite Four as well, given how Geeta readily abuses her position of power to her own ends. All the Gym Leaders readily discuss their dislike of Geeta, how she holds them back or interferes with them, and the various shortcomings of their lives due to structural failures in their society. People like Larry, Brassius, Grusha, and Iono are wholly at the whims of capitalism in a region where the economy itself is tied directly to the Pokemon League they work for. Larry and Hassel pull double duty as both a Gym Leader and Academy Teacher, as well as members of the Elite Four, further showing how much Geeta is intentionally intertwining all these systems together into a narrow, unstable medium. Poppy, a LITERAL TODDLER, is somehow a member of the Elite Four - when Geeta doesn't even pay adults a living wage to be Gym Leaders/Elite Four and also readily takes advantage of students for free labor, you cannot possibly tell me Poppy isn't an overt case of child labor abuses. Seriously, who are this kid's parents and where the hell are they? Later in the game, Geeta calls the Player on their phone out of the blue and one of the responses you can give is "How did you get my number?". She replies that because you're a Champion, she has access to your personal information. Information you did not consent to give her, that she used her position to look up and privately contact you - a child - for work, without the consent or awareness of your parent. Geeta has set the Pokemon League in a way that best suits her desires and warped the entirety of Paldea around it, endangering and weakening other institutions as a result.

There's actually a lot more to this scattered throughout the game, such as a student who's languished in the Academy system for twenty years without graduating because he's constantly failing. Or everything that has to do with History Teacher Raifort. But this has already gone on long enough of a ramble. In summary, Pokemon S/V has some honestly interesting explorations of institutional and personal failure from the past and how it impacts the future. Themes of generational trauma wasn't what I expected out of a Pokemon game. I hope to see it expanded on in the coming DLC content or, even better, in the upcoming anime series.

[pensat-i-fet]

An unexpected guest (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**Little request made by a friend (love you, V ❤️). I hope you all enjoy it ☺️**

Word count: 2225

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The Christmas season was over but not really. At least not for your family. You always travelled to the Alps for a couple of days of skiing, where you reunited with the side of your family that didn't live in Spain. It was always one of the highlights of your year.

One of your favourite things about this time was getting to cook with your auntie Abby. She was a chef and had been asking you to help her since you were a curious kid who just wanted to know how the weird looking ingredients on the table could turn into a dish that looked nothing like them.

So there you both were, in the kitchen ready to cook for a lot of people. More than usual, since there were three guests invited to tonight's dinner.

"Who's coming tonight, then?", you asked your aunt while you kept on kneading the pizza base to make sure it was perfect.

"I don't know. Some people your brother met".

But there was something about her tone that made you feel she did know. What would be the point of hiding it, though?

"This is done. Should I start mixing the ingredients for the cake?"

"Yes, darling. Please do that. Go to the pantry for more sugar if there isn't enough. I used a lot of it yesterday".

So you busied yourself with that while sharing more anecdotes with your aunt about your uni classmates. They were a funny bunch. 

Then your aunt took over to build the cake on the oven mould and told you to put the pizzas and the fish pies in the ovens.

"A cloth isn't enough. You'll burn your fingers again. Get that oven glove".

You hated using the oven glove because of how big and stiff it was but she was right. You had burnt yourself too many times.

"Done".

"Perfect. Go grab some more butter for me, please".

The pantry was almost on the other side of the house. How that made sense, you didn't know.

You needed to walk past the living room and there you noticed your brother was chatting with three guys. You could only see one of them, since the others had their back to you but you didn't know him. So you probably didn't know the others. Were they the guests?

Your brother was your twin and you shared some classes in uni but not all. And always tried to have different friend groups so it only made sense to guess those other boys belonged to his group. You just hoped they wouldn't be as douchey as some other friends he had introduced you to.

Dinner was almost ready and you had nothing else to do anymore. This was usually when you left and your aunt gave the finishing touches to all the dishes.

"Your uncle will help me serve this. Go enjoy the evening and…go meet our guests".

"Ok?"

It wasn't odd for uncle Mark to help but your auntie's tone when mentioning the guests was a bit odd…again.

"Hi. Dinner will be served soon. Time to work, Marky".

"On it!"

You smiled looking at your goofy uncle's reaction but then your smile turned into a shocked face when you saw who the guests were.

The boy you saw before was still there and next to him was another guy you didn't know either. But the third one…was that Gavi? The Barça footballer? It couldn't be. Why would he be there?

But then it made sense. Of course, your aunt knew he was there and that you were going to freak out because he was your favourite player.

"Hey, sis! Come here. I'll introduce you to my friends".

He was friends with Gavi and never told you? Time to murder a brother.

Your brother introduced you to Roger and Miguel first. And you swore those were the names of the two guys he mentioned a lot when talking about his uni friends.

"And this is Gavi, but you knew that already".

"Yeah", you said looking down, already embarrassed by your sibling.

"I feel honoured that she knows me", said Gavi and kept getting closer to you. "Do I not get two kisses?"

What? Oh right, two kisses on the cheek like you did with the others. 

But he didn't move and let you be the one who motioned as if to kiss his left cheek first and then the right. His not moving meant you had to move back when going from left to right, so your noses wouldn't collide. That would be even more embarrassing.

"Nice to meet you", you said.

"Nice to meet you".

After the introductions, everyone went back to watching TV. You sat next to your dad, who was a huge Barça fan and gave you the perfect excuse to just stare at Gavi. If dad did the same, it didn't look so bad. 

Everyone was trying to make conversation with the football star they didn't expect to show up at their dinner. And whenever Gavi turned to look at whoever was speaking to him and his eyes locked with yours, you tried to signal to him that the seat next to yours on the sofa was empty. But either he didn't get it or didn't care. 

"Dinner is almost here", said your uncle while going into the big dining room, carrying plates and glasses.

"I'll be right back", you said to no one in particular.

"Where are you going?", asked your dad.

"It's too hot. I'll change into something more comfortable".

When you got to the room, you took off the thick jumper you had had on all day and put on a long-sleeved blouse. Looking in the mirror, you noticed your hair was a bit of a mess from being in a messy bun while cooking. So you brushed it quickly and let it down. 

The moment you closed the door to your room, the door to the bathroom that was next to it opened. 

"Hey", said Gavi.

"Hi. We should go eat before it gets cold".

"Wait".

"Do you need anything?"

"No. I just wanted to let you know your hair looks really good like that".

"Oh", you said, touching the ends of it without realising. "Thanks".

"So…you like football?"

"I don't know if like is the right word. People call it an obsession".

That made him laugh. "It’s the same for me. And do you get to go to the matches?"

"Yes, the entire family has season tickets".

"Huh. Well that's annoying".

You going to the matches was annoying? "Why?"

"I was planning on giving you some tickets to impress you but now I'll have to think of something else".

"Why would you want to impress…".

Your question was interrupted by him getting close, too close, to you. "Sit next to me at dinner. Please".

You could only nod. And then you both went back to join everyone for dinner.

                                      **

Dinner was as great as always. And even with some new people there you were all still getting used to, the mood didn't suffer at all. 

"So, should we call you Gavi or Pablo? It's a bit confusing", asked your mum, who had been staring at all your interactions with Gavi ever since you sat next to each other.

"I'll answer to both, so whichever is your favourite".

Did that apply to you too? But you didn't have to wonder for too long, since he leaned slightly towards you to whisper. "Call me Pablo, please".

You nodded, lifting your head to look at him. Then you went back to finish the last bites of food on your plate and put your hands on your legs, so you could lean back a bit and rest. It had been a long day.

Gavi finished his dinner just a couple of minutes after you did and while he kept his left arm on the table, he moved the right so he could find one of your hands and hold it.

You didn't really know how to react but also knew your body already had on your behalf. How red was your face exactly? The tomatoes on the table probably looked pale next to you.

"I'll go grab the cakes!!", sang auntie Abby, rising from her seat now that everyone was done eating.

"Tell them you don't want dessert, please", told you Gavi, whispering again so no one would hear him.

"Why?"

"So I can take you somewhere else to have some".

Between his offer and the way his thumb was caressing your wrist, you didn't even know how to form words. So you just nodded. And his answer was also nonverbal. He just smiled and squeezed your hand.

You two really thought whispers and hands under the tablecloth were fooling everyone around you. But they could all see what was happening and were highly entertained by it.

                                          **

Before you left to go find a place to eat, you went back to your room to change again. It was freezing cold outside, so you changed the blouse for a hoodie and put some boots on and a little beanie to warm up your head.

"Where are you going?", asked your cousin when she got inside the room.

"Out for a little walk".

"Now? It's really dark outside. I'm not sure it's safe".

She was so cute worrying about you. "I won't be going out alone. See you later!"

You loved your cousin but she was bound to ask too many questions and you were too nervous already.

When you got out, you found Gavi waiting for you. He was also wearing a beanie and he looked adorable. 

"Ready?"

"Ready".

You took the hand he offered and started to walk towards the area where all the restaurants were.

"Anything you fancy eating?"

"Something warm", you laughed, pretending to shiver.

"Are you cold?"

"No, it's fine. I'm well protected by all these clothes. But my face is half frozen, probably".

Gavi stopped and made you turn to look at him. He let go of your hand but only to lift both hands to your face.

"I can't tell if it's cold because of the gloves".

Funny, you didn't feel cold at all anymore.

"But there are ways to check".

After saying that, he kept leaning down until his lips brushed yours. He looked up to see your reaction. To see if you were going to run away or not.

"Cold?", you asked, not knowing what else to say.

"A bit. Do you want me to fix it?"

And when you nodded, he continued what he had started, also encouraged by how your hands went beneath his coat so you could hold onto his waist. 

After a couple of minutes, you finally separated and stared at each other with silly grins on your faces.

"Let's go find some food".

Warm waffles sounded like the best plan for both of you, so that's where you went. You didn't know how you could still be so hungry after the feast you had had for dinner, but as always, you devoured your waffle quickly.

"Sorry. I really like waffles".

"Don't be", he said, laughing. 

"Where are the napkins? I probably have chocolate syrup all over my face. I swear I'm not always this messy".

"You got a bit over here", he said, pointing at the side of his mouth.

"I might have some tissues in my bag…".

"No need for them", he said, stopping you from grabbing the bag and moving you closer to him.

He kissed one side of your mouth softly, before moving to the other. And it was you who grabbed the back of his head this time to kiss him properly. He could save his teasing for another time.

A cough from a man sitting on the table next to yours made you stop. And while you tried to hide your blush, Gavi just laughed.

"Just so you know, there was no need for napkins but I couldn't waste that opportunity to steal another kiss".

You shook your head, smiling. He could steal as many as he wanted.

                                    **

The way back to the house was slow. Very slow. Because you two couldn't stop talking and stopping to kiss again. It really was the best way to fight the minus degrees temperature.

But sadly, you eventually made it to your family's house.

"They invited us to stay the night here".

"That's nice. Do you want to be a gentleman and walk me to my room?"

"Lead the way".

You reached your room and turned to see if anyone was around. But it was quite late so they were all probably sleeping.

"Do I have to go to the guest room? You're better company than my friends".

That made you laugh. "I'm sharing the room with my cousin so yes, you do".

"A shame".

Still, you didn't separate because even though you were incredibly tired, kissing him was a lot better than sleeping.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. Tell me I can see you again when you're back in Barcelona".

"You aren't getting rid of me so easily, Pablito".

"Good. Maybe we can have breakfast together tomorrow before I leave too?"

"It's a date".

A couple of kisses later, you finally got inside your room with a huge grin on your face.

"Tell me everything, little cousin".

[helloalycia]

the Clarks [two] // alicia clark

summary: as you grow up alongside the Clarks, your crush on Alicia seems to grow, as well as your friendship with Nick.

warning/s: mentions of rehab, drugs, death, minor violence and injury.

author's note: this is v late and i’m so sorry for that! i never usually wait this long between parts but it was my birthday this week so the past few days i’ve been celebrating haha. Without further ado however, here’s part two! hope you enjoy it 🥰

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16 years old...

I finished refilling the salt and pepper shakers of the diner I worked at when the bell rang by the door, signalling new customers. When I looked up, I was pleasantly surprised to see Alicia walking through the door, followed by a few of her friends from school.

As they took a seat at a booth in the corner, she stopped by the bar to greet me.

"Hey, Y/N," she said with a slight smile, eyes meeting mine. "I wasn't sure if you were on shift today."

"Hey, yeah, I've picked up some extra ones after school," I said, returning her smile. "It's good to see you. I'll be at your table in a minute, yeah?"

She nodded in agreement, flashing me a final smile before going to join her friends. As I grabbed my notepad and pen, my girlfriend and colleague, Mona, stopped by the bar with a groan as another customer left the diner behind her.

"Tough order?" I asked with amusement.

"More like rude customer," she muttered with annoyance. "Your usual ones who complain about the stupidest of things. I was very close to hurting someone."

I laughed at her dismay, resting my hand on her arm and squeezing it gently. She was the least confrontational person I knew so she definitely wouldn't have done anything, but I also knew how annoying rude customers could be. That was how we'd bonded when we first met when she started working here a few months ago.

"It's fine, at least they're gone now," I assured her.

"Yeah, but it happens so much lately," she whined. "It's so hard to not just 'accidentally' spit in their food, y'know?"

"Hey, who's saying you can't?" I asked as I rounded the bar to wait on Alicia's table.

Sensing my teasing, Mona shoved me in the arm playfully, making me laugh as I approached Alicia's table. My laughter faded into a smile as I looked over to the Clark girl.

"Mona's working today, too?" she asked curiously, glancing over at said girl.

"Yep, definitely makes days here easier," I said playfully, though very much meaning it.

Alicia smiled a little, before looking down at her menu.

"So, is everyone ready to order?" I asked the table in my go-to customer service voice.

Going around the table, I noted down everyone's orders before returning to the kitchen to give them the order, but not without making sure to add an extra slice of extra cheesy garlic bread with Alicia's pasta, as always. I made up everyone's drinks before serving them, then continued to wait on a few other tables before Alicia's table's food was done.

"...and for you, a chicken tomato pasta bake with garlic bread," I finished handing out the orders, setting Alicia's plate down last.

She glanced up at me with a quirked brow, already spotting the extra slice. "You spoil me. Truly."

"Hey, favourite customers get privileges," I reminded her, and it brought a lovely grin to her lips before she tucked in.

The diner was a little dead after that, so Mona and I passed time as we chatted by the bar. Only, our boss caught wind of it and ordered us back to work, meaning I had to go back to Alicia's table to check if they needed anything else. A few wanted some more drinks, so I roped Mona into helping me out as we made up a tray.

"Here you go," I said as I began to hand out some glasses and grab the empty ones.

"Alicia, hey!" Mona greeted the brunette as she replaced some sauces on their table.

Alicia and all the other Clarks had met Mona before, about a month ago, so it wasn't odd for them to interact.

"Hey," Alicia returned with a small smile.

"She's not spoiling you again, is she?" Mona joked, nudging me in the side. "She'd do anything for her best friend's little sister. Little Leashy, right, Y/N?"

I rolled my eyes, embarrassed. "Shut up."

"I'm not a kid, you know," Alicia mumbled, but I heard it.

"Of course not, Alicia, she's just kidding," I assured her, playfully shooting Mona a glare.

"One year difference," Alicia muttered under her breath, a frown on her lips as she focused on her food.

I realised she was a little more offended than I thought, but now wasn't the time to ask her if she was okay, not with all of her friends and Mona watching. So, Mona and I left them to it as we went back to work. Eventually, Alicia's table finished and came up to the bar to pay for their orders individually. Alicia was the last one to pay, so I took this as my chance to check in.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked as she left some cash on the counter.

She hummed as I used the till, giving her the correct amount of change.

"Mona didn't mean to offend you," I said guiltily. "It was just a joke."

She forced a smile as she met my eyes, but I saw right through it. "She didn't, don't worry. It's fine."

"Because it's true, you know," I continued, hoping to assure her.

"What?"

"I don't think of you as Nick's little sister," I clarified. "You're much more than that. But I would do anything for you."

Definitely not expecting that, she was unable to stop herself from smiling shyly, cheeks dusting pink, and I knew I'd said the right thing.

"Have a good day, Alicia," I said with a smile.

"Are you, er, coming over for dinner later?" she asked, clearing her throat.

I suppressed the urge to smile even wider at how she was trying to play it cool. "I wouldn't miss it."

She nodded, eyes flickering over to mine briefly, before she turned to leave.

Definitely not just Nick's little sister, that was for sure.

17 years old...

School never got any easier as I grew up, especially with how small my town was and how everybody seemed to know each other's business. It made me a target, being the girl with the loser dad and the drunken mother. But I'd gotten pretty good at ignoring the cruel words of bored teens.

Until I didn't.

I was minding my own business one day, sat in the cafeteria and eating my lunch whilst getting some studying in. And then some annoying guys from homeroom who always loved to give me grief decided to walk by and make a comment.

"Hey, Y/L/N," one of them, Andy, snickered. "Where's your little addict friend?"

I rolled my eyes but tried my best to ignore his attempt at a taunt. He was referring to Nick, who had unfortunately been admitted into rehab recently. His issues with drugs had only worsened over the years, despite my many attempts to help him stop it, and it had gotten to a point where he was a threat to his own life. Rehab had been the only answer, and it stung to not have him around, especially since he was my best (and only) friend, but I only wanted him to get better.

Unfortunately, that meant the gossip at school had been around Nick's absence, and the teasing towards me had only increased tenfold. I couldn't care less what bullies had to say about me or my life – to my face or behind my back – but I didn't want anyone to speak poorly of the Clarks.

"You gonna pretend you don't hear me?" Andy continued to taunt me, before chuckling dryly. "I heard he was finally put out of harm's way because he just didn't know when to quit. Kinda sounds like your mum, doesn't it? With all that drinking she does, she should be in there with him."

"Fuck off," I said to him dismissively, trying not to let his words get to me

"She has a voice!" he exclaimed sarcastically, making his idiot friends laugh.

"Yeah, and a fist too, so fuck off," I repeated, this time fixing a glare in his direction.

He narrowed his eyes at me challengingly. "Or what?"

I'd gone many years without entertaining his bullshit and I wasn't about to stoop to his level now. Rolling my eyes, I looked back down to my textbook and tried to continue my work. I didn't get very far, however, as he took my pencil from my hand and snapped it childishly.

"Quit it," I said harshly.

"Or what?" he tried to provoke.

I clenched my jaw but stayed silent, not wanting to give him what he wanted nor get into any trouble. But then he said something that went too far, and I couldn't stop myself from reacting.

"First your mum, then your deadbeat dad and now your addict friend... who else you gonna fuck up, Y/N? The slutty sister? The bitch mum?"

Speaking poorly of me? Fine. But I wasn't going to let him slander the only people who ever truly cared about me. So, without much thought, I stood up and punched him square in the face, certainly surprising him and his friends.

He clutched his cheek, staring at me wide-eyed. He mustn't have thought I'd actually do it, and to be honest, I didn't think I would either. But I couldn't stop my anger from taking over as I grabbed my lunch tray and avoided his next swing, instead slamming the tray across his face. This seemed to spur him into action as he lunged at me, grabbing me by the shirt and punching me in the face. A painful, meaty punch that was much more than I could handle.

I tried to shove him off me, but he was a lot stronger than I was. Thankfully, before he could go in for another punch, the crowd that had formed were broken into by some nearby teachers, who pulled us both apart and began yelling at us to stop.

"This crazy bitch started it first!" Andy screamed, glaring at me as one of the science teachers held him back.

"Don't you dare fucking speak about them!" I shouted right back at him. "You're a fucking dick!"

Before I could even attempt to spout more insults – much more creative ones, might I add – a teacher dragged me out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. As soon as they mentioned the principal's office, I knew I was fucked.

The principal never listened to me, not really. I'd come to him many times in the past, particularly about the grief Andy and his pals had given me, but nothing was ever really done about it because I could never prove it. So, when I was face to face with the principal yet again, I chose to stay quiet.

"Y/N, I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened," he was saying, but I simply crossed my arms and waited for the punishment I would inevitably get. Abuse wasn't tolerated and I didn't expect any leniency.

When he saw I wasn't cooperating, he sighed with frustration before sending me away to the nurse's office. There, I was checked out and given an ice pack to ease the bruise on my cheek, a very painful one that left me with an ache in my mouth.

I was content just sitting there, sulking and using my ice pack, but then I saw a flash of blonde in the door and saw Madison had been called. She worked at school as a guidance councillor so must have heard what had happened, to my dismay, and was currently chatting with the principal. I sighed, already knowing the grilling I was about to get wouldn't be good.

Once they'd finished discussing what to do with me, no doubt, the principal left and in walked Madison, her eyes finding mine with disapproval and concern.

"What the hell happened?" she cut straight to the point, staring down at me. "You assaulted another student?!"

I stayed quiet as I lowered my ice pack, looking down at it in my hand for a distraction.

"Y/N, this isn't like you at all," she said, a little less angrily. "What did Andy say to you?" Nothing. "Did he hurt you? Tell me."

Not wanting to worry her or add to her plate, I spoke quietly, "It was nothing. He was just being a dick."

She paused, shifting her weight on her feet. "Sweetie, I can't do anything unless you tell me exactly what happened."

I closed my eyes, shaking my head slightly. What was the point? I'd already done the damage. There was no need to make it worse by telling her the horrible stuff Andy had said about her family. About how easily triggered I could get over something so stupid.

Madison took a seat beside me, making me open my eyes and look over to her.

"Please," she pleaded gently. "The principal wants to suspend you for two weeks. Both of you. But I can talk him out of it if you tell me what happened."

Suspension? I should have guessed. Now was definitely the wrong time to be suspended, what with me in my final year and exams to prepare for. But I supposed it was inevitable.

"Was it about Nick?" she pressed for information, and I must have frowned without realising because she pulled me in for a side hug. "Oh, sweetie, I know it's tough. Kids talk. But Nick is somewhere that's good for him. You can't let other people's opinions change that."

It might have been her kind words or simply the hug she was giving that instantly put me at ease like it always did, but I began to share more.

"It wasn't just that," I told her, and she waited patiently as I collected my thoughts, selecting my next words carefully. "He said some horrible things about me, sure, but about all of you. Nick. Alicia. You. And he doesn't have the right. He doesn't know any of you, how good you all are. He can't just say that stuff and get away with it, Madison, he just can't."

It was mortifyingly embarrassing how easily tears welled up in my eyes, just at the mere thought of someone saying nasty things to me. But I couldn't help it. I guess I cared too much.

"I'll sort this out," she promised, squeezing my shoulder.

"I didn't want to fight," I said, pulling away slightly so I could face her. I needed her to know I wasn't a total mess. "I tried to ignore him, but he wouldn't leave it alone. You know I wouldn't just hit someone like that."

"I know," she said, smiling sympathetically. "And I know people like him. He'll be dealt with accordingly."

I nodded, unsure to what that meant exactly, but hoping he'd finally get the punishment he deserved.

"You should go home," she said, before standing up. "I can take you,"

I shook my head, standing up too. "No, you're working. It's fine. I can get the bus."

"You shouldn't be alone after all this, Y/N."

"Seriously, I'll be okay," I promised her.

She was hesitant, unsure whether to believe me, but thankfully she didn't press on it any further as she nodded in agreement.

So, I did just that and took the bus home, immediately jumping straight into bed where I felt the safest. My mum was still at work and thankfully hadn't been contacted about the incident (I'm sure I had Madison to thank for that), but she wouldn't have come even if she had been. She was going to be back late again, no doubt, so I had the place to myself for a while.

I started to think about Nick, wondering how he was and what he was doing. He would have been the person I went to in situations like this, but he had his own recovery to go through. The last I'd spoken to him was a few weeks ago on his allocated phone call. He seemed angry that he was there, but sober, which was all I wanted for him.

For now, I was on my own.

Later that afternoon, I woke up to my phone vibrating on my bedside table. I hadn't even realised I'd fallen asleep until I answered it without looking, confused and half awake.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, finally!" It was Alicia, I realised. "Are you home? I've been knocking on your door for a while, but there's no answer."

"Hmm, yeah," I said between a yawn. "Sorry. I was just sleeping. I'll come down now."

After forcing myself out of bed, I clambered down the stairs and opened the front door to see Alicia. She still had her backpack, making me think she'd just finished school for the day.

"Y/N," she breathed out worriedly, before her hand grabbed my chin and she turned my head to look closely at my cheek.

"It feels better than it looks," I tried to assure her, which was kind of a lie, but she didn't need to know that.

"Well, it looks pretty shitty," she decided, before letting go of my chin.

"What did you need?" I asked, a small part of me hoping she wouldn't want to talk about it, but that was silly of me.

She raised an eyebrow with disbelief. "What did I need? I came to see how you are, you idiot!"

I spread my arms out lamely. "I'm fine, clearly."

Knowing she wouldn't leave, I turned to head into the living room and heard her following behind me.

"Y/N, what happened?" she asked with a frown, joining me on the couch.

I shrugged, pulling my legs up. "Nothing."

"Mum said the same thing, but the gossip at school says otherwise," she murmured, eyes flickering between my cheek and my eyes.

I sighed tiredly. "It wasn't anything, Alicia. Just Andy being an arsehole."

"Yeah, he always is," she said knowingly, "but you've never gotten physical before, so what did he do to piss you off so bad?"

If I couldn't tell Madison, not properly anyway, I definitely couldn't tell Alicia. Not sweet, stays-out-of-trouble, innocent Alicia.

"Nothing," I said simply, making her groan loudly and massage her head with frustration.

"Fine," she muttered. "Don't tell me."

"I'm not."

She glanced at me, fixing me with a glare, and I couldn't help but smile a little, glad I could still annoy her.

"I was worried," she admitted after a moment of quiet. "All they said at school was that two seniors got into a fight. Then mum said you were one of them and that I'd find you here."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that, but it did warm my insides a little to know she cared enough to check in on me. She always cared, I knew that, but my delusional self could hope it was for more reasons than me being her brother's best friend. Mona and I broke up a while ago, so now that I was single again, I was also back to liking Alicia, to my dismay.

"You decked him real good, huh?" she suddenly said, earning my attention again.

"What?"

"Andy. He was walking out of the principal's office with a bloody nose and a black eye," she said, eyebrows raised as if she were impressed. "Whatever he said to you... well, he won't be saying it again, that's for sure."

I pressed my lips together, unsure whether it was appropriate to smile, but then she began to laugh and I couldn't help but join in.

Once her laughter faded, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, eyes peering into mine with her thoughts a million miles away. I waited for her to say something, but she was just staring, distracted. Then she lifted her other hand and caressed my cheek gently, tenderly, in a way that made me forget how to breathe.

"You shouldn't listen to what other people say," she muttered. "Be careful, Y/N. Please."

I struggled to respond at first, my brain short-circuiting at the feeling of her so close to me. "I will."

She nodded slightly, dropping her hand from my cheek but not quite letting go of my hand. Her eyes lingered on mine for a second longer, green turning golden in the early evening light, and I was glad when she finally let go because I could have stared at her all day. We both looked away, myself hoping she couldn't hear my racing heart in the silence. Did she even know the effect she had on me?

"You're not working today, are you?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Er, no. Not until the weekend. Why?"

She leaned her elbow on the back of the couch and turned to face me a little more. "D'you wanna sleepover tonight?" I must have looked surprised as she quickly added, "I just– I miss Nick, even though I would never admit that to him. But yeah, I miss him and I miss you too. You haven't been over as much since he left and you're my friend too, right?"

I wasn't sure how to react, unsure if she was being serious or not. But she must've been because she was awaiting an answer and seemed slightly nervous.

"Of course I am, Alicia, sorry," I said with a sigh, feeling a little guilty now. It must have been hard for her without Nick.

"Then stay over tonight," she insisted. "You can come for dinner. We can play Monopoly together. And I'll feel better knowing you're safe and looked after and not alone."

I smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, Leashy. I'd love that."

She smiled widely before moving in for a hug without warning, and I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her gratefully.

A month passed and my fight with Andy was old news now. He and his friends began to leave me alone – whatever Madison had threatened them with had clearly worked. I was hanging out with Alicia a lot more because I felt the need to be there for her even more now that Nick wasn't here. But he was going to be home soon and I couldn't wait, I seriously missed my best friend.

Everything seemed like it was going well, so well in fact that the last thing I expected was the worst.

One evening, I was calling Alicia but she wasn't answering, and when I looked over at the Clarks house, there didn't seem to be anyone home. Then the next day at school, Alicia wasn't in and neither was Madison. I didn't know why and, naturally, my brain jumped to the worst conclusions. When I asked around, nobody knew nor cared, so I was stuck worrying until I could escape school and stop by their house afterwards.

Madison's car was parked out front when I walked up their drive, so I wondered if they were both sick or something. I definitely didn't expect Madison to answer the door looking like absolute hell. Eyes bloodshot with matching dark circles, she was wearing mismatched loungewear and her hair was thrown up in a messy bun, as if it were an afterthought. She didn't look sick, but something was definitely up. I'd never seen her like this – she was usually so put together.

"Madison, what happened? Are you okay?" I asked instantly, stepping forward to assist her somehow. "Is it Alicia? Nick? Did something happen?"

And she proceeded to invite me in, then broke the news. Her husband had died yesterday in a car accident. As soon as she told me, my jaw dropped. I could barely believe it. How could he just die like that? I'd literally seen him the other day, on his way out to work! Just like that, gone.

Once I overcame my shock, I realised just how heartbroken Madison and Alicia must have been. Instantly, I pulled the blonde in for a hug, holding her tight as she tried her best to keep it together. I didn't know what else to do. I'd never comforted an adult before and she was usually the one to comfort me.

"I'm so sorry, Madison," I whispered, heart breaking when she sucked up a breath and pulled away, forcing a smile.

"It'll be okay, sweetie, I just–" She wiped a few stray tears from her eyes, and that's when I knew this was truly a private family moment, not something I needed to be here for.

"I'll leave," I told her, squeezing her hand before letting go. "You deserve some privacy."

"No, no, it's okay," she assured me. "I'm just dealing with a lot. The past day has been a whirlwind is all."

I paused, nodding slowly as I took in her exhausted expression. "Does Nick know?"

She frowned, looking down. "Not yet."

I sighed quietly, already knowing that this would break him. He was finally recovering and doing so well, sober for two months now. This would kill him.

"I'm gonna tell him when I visit in a few days," she continued.

I frowned, but nodded, then the other Clark sibling came to mind. "And Alicia? How is she holding up?"

Madison pinched the bridge of her nose before shaking her head. "Yeah, no, she's not good, hon. She won't leave her room. Hasn't said a word since yesterday."

God, Alicia must have taken it terribly. She wasn't super close to her father, but it was still her dad. She'd never dealt with loss before and she didn't have anyone to share it with apart from her mother, who was notorious for boxing her real emotions up. I couldn't help but worry for her.

"You should go up to see her," Madison suddenly said. "It might help having a friend around. Someone who's not me."

I grimaced. "I'm not too sure. Maybe she needs some space right now. It's all fresh and she might just want to be alone."

"If she does, she'll tell you," she said, convinced. "Besides, I was mistaken. You're not just a friend. You're Y/N. Please, try. She won't talk to me."

I wasn't so sure and the last thing I wanted was to encroach on her privacy, but I also wanted to help Madison in any way I could, so I reluctantly nodded. When I headed upstairs and knocked on Alicia's door, there was no reply, as expected.

I hesitated, before calling out, "Alicia, it's me. I'm coming in!"

Again, I paused to see if she would respond, but I heard nothing, so I slowly opened the door and let myself in. She was laying in bed under the covers, on her side and staring ahead whilst her mind was elsewhere. Her curtains were closed, but the daylight still shone through the cream-coloured fabric, casting a golden glow around the room.

Carefully, I approached Alicia's bedside and kneeled down so I was eye level with her. She'd very obviously been crying, her green eyes bloodshot like her mother's, though they were still wet with tears when they met mine. Her lips were quivering and it broke my heart to see her so upset, so broken.

"I'm so sorry, Alicia," I murmured, pushing her hair behind her ear and letting my hand linger for a moment. "I'm here for you."

Her quivering lips frowned as she nodded, and then tears rolled down her cheeks and she squeezed her eyes shut, silent sobs breaking through. I leaned forward, holding her close, and she began to cry into my shoulder, not saying a word. I wasn't sure what else to do or say, but sometimes just being there was enough.

Losing the head of their family had thrown the Clarks into a dark time, understandably so, and it had me doing my utmost best to be there for them, especially with Nick still in rehab. His stay was delayed slightly due to the effect his father's death had on him, but eventually, just over a month later, he was finally allowed to leave.

We all threw him a welcome home party and it only consisted of his family and I, but we had cake and decorations and made for the perfect spot to celebrate his return. Once Madison brought him home, Alicia and I were left to shout surprise and the joy on Nick's face was enough to make all of this worth it.

"Oh my God, you guys didn't," he said with a laugh, before moving forward to pull Alicia and I into a tight hug.

"We're so proud of you, Nick," Alicia mumbled in his shoulder.

As he pulled away, he took a moment to look at us both properly, it having been so long since he'd seen us in person. He looked lighter, different, happier. I couldn't stop smiling.

"You didn't replace me with this one whilst I was gone, did you?" he teased me, referring to Alicia.

I laughed as I glanced at the eye-rolling Clark girl beside me. "Nobody could ever replace you, Nick. But yeah, Alicia was a pretty good stand in."

She smacked me playfully on the arm as Nick laughed and pulled me close again, kissing me on the side of the head.

"And you, Leashy? Bet you were glad I was gone, weren't you?" he joked as I shoved him off me.

"I may have missed you a smidge," she admitted sheepishly, and he smiled cheekily before hugging her once more.

"I missed you too," he said, before looking to me as well. "Both of you. Mum's been keeping me up to date, but it's so good to see you again."

Alicia and I exchanged looks before smiling at him, definitely sharing the same thought: we were glad he was home.

After catching up and cutting the cake with Madison, we all indulged for a little while and then I started to clean up around the kitchen.

"Hey," Nick said, approaching me as I did.

"Hey," I returned with amusement. "What's up? You want more cake?"

"I mean, it was nice," he said knowingly, making me chuckle, "but no. I, er, actually wanted to talk to you."

Sensing he wanted my full attention, I finished tossing a paper plate out before looking to him curiously. "Sure thing. What's up?"

He met my eyes, expression softening. "Thank you for being here for my mum and Alicia when I couldn't be. Especially lately with..." He paused, swallowing hard, and I could tell that it was still a struggle for him to admit his father was gone, so I cut him off.

"You don't need to thank me, Nick. They're family. And I'm here for you, too, just like you are with me. Always will be."

He began to smile before pulling me in for another hug, the millionth since he'd returned but I didn't care in the slightest.

"I missed you a lot," he told me. "Being there without you was just so... insane. I had no one to tell everything to. No one to annoy in my free time."

I cracked a smile. "I know what you mean. School has been shit without you."

"You have to tell me everything I missed. We've got finals coming up soon. Graduation."

"It can wait for now. Today is all about you."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Fine. But I wanna hear all about you tomorrow."

I chuckled. "You got it, Nick."

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 20: Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warning/Tags: Smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, bit of breeding kink in this chapter

Word Count: ~ 3k for this chapter

A/N: Well, we've finally reached the end! Thank you to everyone who has read and liked/commented on this story -- I appreciate each and every one of you!

I'm definitely planning on continuing with The St. Agnes Years, plus I'm in the process of writing 3 one-shot sequels, so stay tuned for those!

"Let's give one more round of applause for the new Mr. & Mrs. Murdock!" The deejay said as Matt and Y/N made their way through the tunnel of well-wishers to the limousine that was waiting to whisk them away towards their new life as husband and wife.

Man, I'm glad I thought about bringing a going-away dress, Y/N thought. As beautiful and comfortable as her wedding dress was, she was happy to have had the thought of having something to change into before she and Matt had left their reception.

Matt motioned for Y/N to get into the limo first, then slid in after her.

As soon as the door was shut, Y/N pulled Matt in for a kiss. "I'm so happy to finally have gotten to marry you."

Matt let out a happy hum against her lips. "Mmm, me too, and it only took about 15 years later than I originally had hoped.”

Y/N laughed. “Hey, better late than never though, right, husband ?”

Matt chuckled. “Right you are, wife .”

Y/N turned towards the darkened window as the limo pulled out of the church parking lot and turned in the opposite direction of Matt's -- our , she silently corrected herself -- apartment. "Hey, wait, we're going the wrong way."

"Oh no, sorry angel, I forgot to tell you," Matt replied as he shrugged his tux jacket off and loosened his tie. "I got us a place for tonight so we wouldn't have to spend our wedding night at the apartment."

Y/N cuddled into Matt's side, feeling slightly guilty. "Oh, okay. That was sweet of you, Matty, thank you.”

As much as they had tried, she and Matt had been unable to find the perfect affordable home that would suit all of their needs, so about a month before the wedding they had agreed that Y/N would just move into Matt's apartment after they were married and that they would keep looking. She knew that as much as she had tried to hide it Matt could still sense her disappointment, so she figured he had booked a room at a hotel in order to try to make their wedding night special.

Matt wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You're welcome, angel."

The car weaved through traffic, and after a few minutes it pulled to a stop.

Matt grabbed his tux jacket then opened the door and stepped out before offering a hand to Y/N.

Y/N took his hand and slid out of the limo.

Her brow furrowed as she realized that they were standing not in front of a hotel, but in front of the townhouse that Y/N had fallen in love with back when they had first started looking for a bigger place. 

As the limo drove off, she turned towards Matt, who had a wide grin on his face. "Wait a minute, what are we doing here?"

Matt pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. "Welcome home, Mrs. Murdock."

"Welcome home? Wha--" Y/N sucked in a breath. "Matthew Michael Murdock, you did not."

Matt chuckled and nodded. “I did.”

"How ? How could you possibly have afforded this?"

Matt shook his head, a bright grin on his handsome face. "You remember the money my dad had left me when I was a kid?"

Y/N nodded. Matt had confided in her when they were kids that since the odds were so stacked against his dad during Jack's final fight with Victor Creel that he had wound up inheriting well over a million dollars. "Well yeah, but I figured that money was long gone. I know some of it was used to pay for your eye doctor visits as well as your training with Stick, and on top of that law school sure isn't cheap, nor is a penthouse apartment in Hell's Kitchen."

Matt shook his head. "Actually, even with my medical bills and what St. Agnes paid Stick for my training I had plenty left over for college, but since I wound up getting a full scholarship to Columbia I didn't actually wind up using any of it for school. Then I got a really great deal on my old apartment because of the neon billboard outside of the living room window, so most of the money has actually been sitting in the bank collecting interest for the past 28 years. I figured why not finally spend it by surprising my wife with our dream home as a wedding gift?"

Y/N shook her head. "But we weren't even engaged at the time."

Matt shrugged, a small smile on his face. "Yeah, but I was already planning on proposing on our Friendiversary and knew you were gonna say yes."

Y/N laughed. "Oh you did now, huh?"

"Mmhmm. Or at least, I was sure enough to spend most of my life's savings.” Matt nuzzled her nose with his. “As soon as you were headed back to your apartment after we toured this place and knew for sure that it was our dream home, I went back in and made an offer the previous owners couldn't refuse."

“No wonder it went so quickly!” Y/N playfully swatted him on the arm . "I can't believe you kept this from me for months , Matthew. What happened to 'no secrets between best friends', huh Murdock?"

Matt grinned and shook his head. "I figured you wouldn't mind me keeping this one secret from you for a while, although I did almost give up the surprise several times because I hated knowing how upset and stressed out you were about us not being able to find a place that we liked nearly as much as this one."

"I'm sorry, angel," he had said when Y/N had looked up the listing for the townhouse a few weeks after they had toured it and discovered that it had sold almost immediately. "I know how much we both loved that place."

"It's fine," Y/N had replied, the words sounding flat even to her ears. "No matter how much we loved it and how perfect it was for us it's not like we could ever have afforded the mortgage, even with both our salaries. We'll find something, I'm sure of it. We'll just have to keep looking for something within our budget."

Matt had wrapped his arms around her and given her a gentle kiss. “It'll be okay, angel, I promise. I just want you to be happy.”

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as the selflessness and love behind Matt's gesture fully hit her. "So this is really ours?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, angel. It's really ours. Right now it's in my name only, obviously, but I drew up a new deed this morning to make us officially co-owners on paper. We'll just have to wait for our signed marriage license to get filed on Monday before we can get Foggy to notarize and file the new deed for us."

Y/N wrapped her arms around Matt and gave him a kiss. "I love you so damn much, you know that, right?"

Matt wiped the tears from her eyes. "I love you too."

Y/N looked up at their new home once again. "So can we go in?"

Matt chuckled. "Yeah, angel, of course."

They headed up the stairs to the entrance.

Y/N let out a giggle as Matt unlocked and opened the door then scooped her up in a bridal carry.

She gave him a kiss. "Love you, Mr. Murdock."

"And I love you, Mrs. Murdock," Matt replied, carrying her over the threshold before setting her down.

As they walked through their new home, Y/N was surprised to see Matt's dining set, sofa and coffee table in their respective areas as well as the boxes of belongings that she had moved over to Matt's earlier in the week. "Wait, when and how did all of our stuff get in here?" she asked as they walked up the stairs to the living room.

"This morning after Karen dropped your suitcase off at my place," Matt replied, draping his tux jacket over the back of the couch and taking his glasses off. "Foggy helped me pack my stuff up yesterday and I hired movers to actually move everything."

“What's going to happen with your apartment? Are you going to lease it out?”

Matt shook his head. “I sold it to the current owner of my building a couple of months ago with the stipulation that he let me lease it back until after the wedding.”

He gestured around the mostly-empty space. "I know we'll have to do a lot of furniture shopping when we get back from our honeymoon, but I wanted us to be able to spend our first night as husband and wife in the home that we'll share for the rest of our lives, so I figured bare minimum was better than nothing."

Y/N gave Matt a tender kiss. "Matty, sweetheart, this is perfect . Thank you so much.”

Matt chuckled. “I was so nervous that you’d find a place that would work for us and that you'd like better than here.”

Y/N shook her head. “Despite all of the apartments and condos we toured, this was honestly the only place I could see us building a life together in.”

She trailed a finger down Matt's torso, stopping just above the waistband of his pants. “And speaking of building a life together, since we actually did find our dream home I guess that means I'm going off of my birth control now, doesn't it?”

A grin spread across Matt's face. “Does that mean we can try for a honeymoon baby?”

Y/N huffed out a laugh as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Even if I stop taking my pill today I don't think it would happen that quick, but that doesn't mean we can't start working on it.”

Matt hummed, a slight smirk blooming across his plush lips. “In that case, lead the way, Mrs. Murdock.”

Y/N took Matt's hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom.

As soon as they entered Matt wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back to his front. "Thought about this while we were touring this place, angel," he murmured into her ear. “Making love to you here in our bedroom… and all of the other rooms in the home that we'll share for the rest of our lives."

Y/N hissed in a breath as Matt began trailing kisses down her jawline to her neck. "I did too, Matty. Imagined you fucking me up against the shower wall, getting down on my hands and knees for you on the couch in the garden room…"

Her breath hitched as Matt gave a gentle nip to her throat. “...Riding your cock in the library.”

Matt growled deep in his chest, his already-hard cock twitching against Y/N’s ass. “Shit, yes, angel, can't wait to get to do all of that with you.”

He nipped at her throat again as he unzipped her dress. “But first, I want to take my beautiful bride to bed.”

Y//N shivered as Matt slid the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, the smooth silk pooling at her feet. 

She stepped out of the dress, then turned and gave Matt a gentle kiss as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “Then take me, my handsome groom.”

Matt smirked as he slid his hands down to her ass. “Oh I definitely plan on taking you, angel, over… and over… and over again.”

Arousal flooded Y/N’s system. She gasped in surprise as Matt picked her up and carried her over to the bed, gently setting her down before quickly divesting himself of the rest of his clothing and climbing in after her.

She let out a moan as Matt settled himself between her legs and nosed at her silk-covered core. 

“Mmm, so needy,” Matt purred. “Practically dripping for me already, aren't you, sweetheart?”

Y/N nodded, her mind already hazy with lust.  “Uh huh. Want you, Matty.”

Matt groaned. “Want you too, angel.”

Y/N whimpered as Matt pulled her underwear to the side and licked a broad stripe up her folds.

He slowly dragged his tongue up her folds again, swirling his tongue around her clit as he worked two fingers inside of her.

Y/N’s back arched off the bed in pleasure. The only thing better than the feel of Matt's long, thick fingers stretching her out was his long, thick cock. “Fuck, Matt.”

Matt moaned against her as he began to fuck her with his fingers. “That's right, angel, don't hold back. Make those beautiful sounds for me, let me know how good I'm making you feel.”

Y/N cried out as Matt hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. “Yes, right there --”

“That's my good girl,” Matt crooned. “I got you, angel, let go for me.”

Y/N could feel the coil of an oncoming orgasm tightening in her stomach. “Matty, Matty yes, please, don't stop -- ahh!”

She gasped as she reached her peak, legs shaking as Matt worked her through it.

Matt gently withdrew his fingers before raising them to his mouth, his eyes closing in bliss as he sucked them clean. “Mmm.”

He slowly peeled Y/N’s underwear off of her. “You make the prettiest sounds for me, Y/N. Love to hear you.”

Y/N sat up and pulled Matt to her for a kiss. “Need your cock in me, Matty,” she whispered against his lips. “Want you to fill me up.”

Matt nodded as he took himself in hand, sliding his cock through Y/N’s folds a few times before guiding himself to her entrance. “Gotta start slow, angel, don't want to hurt you.”

Y/N sucked in a breath as Matt joined their bodies together, the snug fit of his cock inside her tight channel making her involuntarily clench around him.

Matt groaned as he waited for her to adjust. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good, so perfect. Love you so much, my angel, my beloved, my wife.”

Y/N let out a soft gasp as Matt slowly drew himself out and pushed back in, the slow, lazy rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her fueling her desire for him. “I love you too, Matty, my husband, my forever.”

She slowly raked her nails down Matt's back. “Can't wait to grow our family with you here in our home, sweetheart, raise our children here together.”

Matt’s hips stuttered slightly. " Shit, yeah, gonna fuck a baby into you as soon as possible, angel, make you come on my cock over and over, taking every single drop of my seed deep inside your needy cunt until I'm absolutely certain I've gotten you pregnant."

Y/N gasped loudly as Matt adjusted his angle, his cock reaching even deeper inside her. "Yes, want that so badly, sweetheart."

Matt slid a hand over her stomach, his cock pulsing against her walls. "God, Y/N, you're gonna be even more beautiful than you already are when you're round and full with my child, with our child. Can't wait to hear and feel the life we'll create together growing inside you." 

Y/N whimpered. She could picture Matt gently kissing and caressing her growing stomach as he talked to their unborn child. “Please, Matt. Want to have a baby with you.”

Matt began to rub tight circles against her clit with his thumb as he drove into her. "Don't worry, angel, I gotcha, gonna make sure I come nice and deep in you so your cunt has no choice but to take it all."

Y/N gasped, right on the edge of ecstacy and just needing one little push to send her over. "Fuck, Matty, I'm right there baby, please don't stop."

Matt growled deep in his chest. “That's right, sweetheart, be a good wife and come for me.” 

He dropped his voice into his Daredevil tone. "You're mine forever, aren't you, Mrs. Murdock ?"

"Oh fuck, yes, yours , Matt, always --" Y/N cried out as the coil inside her snapped.

Matt slammed into her twice more before finding his own release, his cock pumping his seed deep inside her throbbing cunt. "Shit, Y/N ."

Y/N wrapped her arms around him and hummed in bliss as she began to descend from her sex-induced high. “Mmm.”

She shivered as Matt stroked a hand through her hair then down her arm to her side.

Matt gave her a tender kiss before carefully pulling out of her.

He lay on his side and reached for Y/N, caressing her cheek with one hand while wrapping the other around her waist. “I'm so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you, angel.”

Y/N snuggled up to him and hummed as Matt began lightly tracing his hands up and down her back. “I am too, Matty.”

She was silent for a few moments. “You know, you always thought I was your guardian angel, but actually I think it was the other way around.”

Matt's hands paused as he tilted his face down towards her. “Really?

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I mean think about it. You were literally the answer to my prayers, Matty.”

Matt chuckled. “Ironic that I grew up to become a vigilante known as ‘The Devil of Hell's Kitchen’ then.”

Y/N huffed out a laugh. “In that case I guess you were actually my ‘guardian devil’, but the sentiment still stands. I am who I am because of you.”

She gave Matt a kiss. “Now, how about we keep practicing making our own little devil?”

Matt rolled onto his back, guiding Y/N to lay on top of him. “That sounds like a great idea, angel. After all, you know what they say -- practice makes perfect.”

[greenplumbboblover]

Hi! Do you think potentially that with this new age if AI, do you think it would be able to create mods and animations for us for games like the sims 3 and so on? I was wondering how amazing it would be if we can use it to our advantage and create all the content we ever desired lol

Hey!! Sorry for not gettting to this in like an entire month! I actually wanted to do some research on it (including asking some people I know who are super into AI stuff right now).

Just a disclaimer: I'm not much of a fan of using AI when it comes to artistic works. Such as Artwork generative AI, or even Photography. Especially when things people worked hours on are being used without their consent for an AI to poop out an artwork/photograph.

With that out of the way, here are my findings:

Textures:

So, as of right now, AI texture generating is something that is actually used these days in games to cut the cost of otherwise purchasing licenses of already made bundles of ground textures and what-not. Indie developers make use of this a lot too. So technically this is already possible, but I'd definetly only use this approach to train the AI on your own portfolio of textures or imagery to make something cool.

Animations:

However, animations, I think would be sort of possible, I just don't know if it would be fully AI though, judging from the industry's development as of right now.

Assuming that the RIG is setup in such a way that it meets the requirements to animate the item from a huge library of movements (think Mixamo, I'm hoping to soon release a tutorial on how to use that for the sims :)), then we really don't need AI really to create animations much. The only thing I'm a bit afraid of though, is that eventually it could feel a bit too "same-y" in mods or even games coming out, if they all used it. AI might change that up a bit though.

Though, as of right now, I don't really believe AI is up for the test though :P Imagine, training a computer that has no limbs and head, to be a human... It just doesn't know how to lol. Here's a great example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJHQXmOpkUE

Scripting:

Just like I don't think scripting will be fully AI anytime soon, I don't think scripting for the sims will either therefore. And here's the thing: AI takes snippets from Stackoverflow and other sources when you ask it to come up with code for a feature.

For example, if I ask ChatGPT for example to create a commenting system in javascript, it comes up with something somewhat great, but it's also missing a lot of crucial bits. For example, how do I delete replies? How do I edit replies? Etc.

With the sims I think that issue would be even bigger. AI simply wouldn't be able to answer properly how to help you create a, let's say, a grassmower mod. That's to do with the database of mods out there, open source like (think github, forums etc) is just too small for it to do. So unless that library gets bigger, I don't think this will be possible any time soon.

Conclusion:

AI is amazing right now with what it shows us what they can do with it. But once you've worked with it, you also realise how limiting it is right now. How counterintuitive it even can be to teach it something.

Sometimes, it's quicker to learn to do it yourself, than to teach AI to do it, because it takes such odd roundabout ways at times that you scratch your head and wonder "How tf did you even come up with that??". And that's because we're asking a computer to think and act like us in some way. It's like asking a puppy to be a cat. It could work out if you add a lot of energy and time into it, but it also won't 100% be the result you want.

At least, with the current way AI functions and learns.

If there's one thing I do hope would come to the sims, is actually those character language models like Skyrim has, where you can talk to your sim, and train it on that sim's background to give you appropiate answers. But I think we'll have to wait a while for that to come out :p.... I tried my hand at it one weekend but I'm not that well adversed into AI training and stuff yet.

[snippychicke]

For the Sake of a Smile (V.2) Chapter Two

Title: For the Sake of a Smile (Revised)

Overall Rating: Mature (18+)

Chapter Rating: E for Everyone 

Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond the child abuse hinted in the series, though we do explore the consequences a bit more.

Main Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen in your life. And the fact your coworker was a child. 

A child named Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but yet he smiled despite everything. It wasn’t long after meeting him that you decided you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a literal demon and signing your soul away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

Masterlist | Ao3| Mairimashitai! Simps Discord

You had left for Babyls before Iruma woke that fateful day, still excited about finally having a job. It wasn't until midday when the rumors arrived at the Library that you learnt that somehow, Iruma was in an evil cycle.

A human. In an evil cycle. Everyone assumed your shock was for a different reason as you retreated into your office. Instead it was to pull out your phone and call the only one who might have an answer.

"How is that even possible?" You asked after calling Sullivan, considering you weren't sure yet where his office was. Babyls was huge, and a maze of halls and classrooms, and you were sure you would get lost if you tried to find his office by yourself. "He-he isn't… you know?" You hissed despite being in your own cozy office attached to the library, you still feared being overheard somehow. 

"I don't know, but I'm both proud and so sad!" Sullivan cried over the phone, sniffing loudly. "Our baby boy is growing up so fast!"

"That's not the point," You sighed, pinching your nose. "This isn't normal for our kind."

"The Netherworld is full of mystery and magic," Sullivan answered. "And magic is fueled by both desire and imagination. Perhaps his desire has changed him more than we realize."

That…was a fair point. You could recall learning that much in an attempt to learn more about your new home. Every notion of what you considered as normal had been thrown out the window when it came to the Netherworld. 

Unlike yourself, Iruma had magic - thanks to that odd ring of his. Maybe it affected him in more ways than just granting him the ability to use magic? Did he desire to fit in with his peers so much his wish had been granted in a way? Was he becoming… well, demonic? 

"I wonder if you'll grow and bloom like a beautiful deadly nightshade." Sullivan sighed. "I can't wait to see how both my grandson and daughter grow and blossom, but I do hope my sweet little Iruma-kins returns to us soon!"

You did too, though you were interested in seeing Iruma in an 'evil cycle.' It seemed insane to try to imagine the sweet boy as… evil. 

Yet before you could even leave your office, there was a knock. You expected it to be maybe Iruma himself, or one of his friends. 

Instead, it was the homeroom teacher of the Misfit class, including Iruma. Tall, dark, and terrifying (maybe a little handsome too, but you pushed that thought from your mind quickly).

Professor Kalego. 

Who had also made it quite clear upon your meeting just a few days ago he could barely stand both Lord Sullivan and Opera. You had assumed his opinions of the two demons would color his opinion of you, and you wouldn't see much of him.

"Judging by Iruma's brash attitude, I assume the boy is in an evil cycle," He started after a short greeting of your name. "Though this is somehow different from a typical cycle."

"Er, yeah," You answered awkwardly, unsure how else to react other than to gesture for him to enter, and going through the motions of acting as a hostess. A tea set sat on the side table, the kettle filled with eternally hot water.

You hoped that meant it would make the tea better than your attempts at home. 

"I haven't, uh, seen him yet today." You explained as you set the tray on the small coffee table. "I've just heard the rumors and Sul--dad's-- account." 

"He's rather old for this to be his first cycle," Kalego stated doubtfully. You froze for a moment, trying hard not to show your fear as you scrabbled for an excuse. 

"Iruma is an… odd child," You said after a moment, pulling every little tidbit of knowledge about Evil cycles you had gleaned in the last month. "He's always been a good kid, well behaved. But I think maybe everything is finally catching up to him, you know? I mean, first being separated from me and living with Lor-- his grandfather-- by himself, starting school, and then I was finally able to join him." 

"Hmm," Kalego hummed - though you weren't sure if it was because he was agreeing with you, or if he doubted your excuse. He went to take a sip of the tea you had poured and offered to him. 

And froze. 

His whole body tensed, eyes widening before screwing shut as he forced himself to swallow. "What in the Devil's name is that tea?"

"Er, Evil Grey?" You laughed awkwardly, rubbing your neck. Apparently it did not turn out any better than previous attempts. "I'm sorry, I should have warned you. I can never make it taste quite right no matter how many times Opera shows me how…" 

Kalego shot you an incredulous look. "It's tea. How do…" He shook his head. "No. That's not important. I came here because your son has convinced the rest of the misfits to attempt to take Royal One as their classroom." 

That sounded very important, for the way he stressed the words. Yet, for the life of you…

You had no idea what he meant. 

"Oh, hmmm." You said, choking down a sip of the tea and shuddering. It was so bitter even with copious amounts of sugar and cream. "I mean… is their current homeroom that bad?" You asked between coughs from the disgusting taste. 

"Well, it hasn't been used as a classroom for several years," He admitted. "And it is in a rather distasteful area of the school. But that hardly warrants the use of The King's classroom, especially to the misfits." 

You paused, feeling that maternal fury simmer, not just for Iruma, but the rest of his class as well. Yes, you had only met them briefly - and the stories Iruma told painted them as a rather wily bunch - but…

"Perhaps it's because I'm Iruma's mother," You said, this time not even hesitating over the title. "But I'm not sure why his class warrants such scorn. I know many students look down on them, but I fail to see the reasoning. Do they not embody the ambition that all demons strive for?" 

Oddly, an approving light appeared in Kalego's dark eye despite his scowl. "They certainly act as if they do, but ambition is more than simply dreams. They have to learn to set their goals to something achievable, and use their brains. That's why I offered them a deal." 

"I've never known Iruma to fail," You stated rather proudly. Iruma could do anything he set his mind to, that you were sure of. You had seen him do things no one his size and age should be able to accomplish, all with that smile on his face. "What was your wager?" 

"They can only have Royal One if they acquire the approval from all the faculty of Babyls within three days." 

You couldn't stop yourself. You laughed. Your boy had faced down bears, nights, weeks, months, camping alone in the wilderness. He had more experience than you did at this point from doing anything and everything his parents thought of to make money. 

Supposed evil cycle or not, Iruma could handle that challenge in his sleep. And with his classmates - his friends - by his side? 

It would be a cakewalk. 

Kalego mumbled something about the insanity of the Sullivan clan, catching your attention. "I had been hoping you had some common sense, but I see despite the dissimilarities between you and your father, you share his unyielding optimism." 

"I'm not an optimistic person," You disagreed. "I simply know my son better than you." 

--+--

You finally were able to see Iruma after school and realized he plain looked as if something integral had changed. He was still obviously Iruma, but different. 

"Hey kiddo," You called out as you jogged to catch up with him. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good," He said with a bored casualness that was quite unlike him. Just like the darkness in his eyes as he looked over at you. 

"I, uh, you heard you weren't your usual self," You explained. "So I just wanted to check in. See what was going on." 

"I was fed up with the way everyone treats our class," He explained with an aggravated sigh. "They look down on us as if we're lesser, when we're not. We deserve better." 

You ruffled his hair with a smile. "I'm proud of you. Not only for realizing you deserve better, but taking action. That's brave of you." 

Color tinged his cheeks as he looked away, looking more like the teenager he was and not the young boy you had always seen him as. You were so proud of him. Ever since you met him, he dealt with whatever was handed to him - even when it was unfair. When he should have stood his ground and said 'no.'

"Thanks, mom," He muttered. "I'm glad we have you on our side." 

"I'm always going to be on your side, no matter what." 

--+--

Akuma was one of the janitors of Babyls - keeping the grounds clean - and had been a large help as you cleaned the Library. He also was one of the reasons you knew Iruma was so loved by most of the faculty of Babyls. 

"I've been talking to some of the other staff," Akuma admitted a day later as he stopped by, helping you get rid of some of the broken bookcases. He had said something about hauling them to Professor Bauer who would be able to fix them after school. "And, well, your boy is certainly one of a kind."

You laughed at that, inspecting the next set of shelves to see how they were fairing. "He certainly is, isn't he?" 

"I've been talking with the rest of the staff, and they wonder if the signatures of all the teachers will really be enough," He continued. "And I would hate to see their efforts in vain. Those misfits are some promising demons and deserve better than that trash pit of a classroom." 

That made you pause, your smile turning to a frown. "You think Professor Kalego would go back on his word?" 

"Nah, but he's wiley. I bet he worded something just so, or maybe put in a clause those kids didn't pay attention to." Akuma knocked on the faded, splintering wood and with a flash of magic, it was restored to its former glory. "So, some of the other staff and I were thinking about just making up a few permission slips ourselves and giving them to the class. Figured that would help them out." 

 --+--

"Mom?" Iruma as well as the other of the misfits seemed surprised as you and Akuma entered a few hours later, followed by the rest of the staff.

Each holding a similar slip of paper, attesting to their belief that the misfit class deserved the Royal One classroom.

"Akuma figured a little extra support wouldn't go astray," You answered, placing your own slip on the table between student and teacher. "And I agreed wholeheartedly, as did everyone else.”

Because as you learned from the rest of the staff, Iruma unknowingly won the hearts and loyalty of the demons with his kindness. Even in the midst of his evil-cycle, he was willing to help anyone in need.

And now, the faculty of Babyls was showing their gratitude. Much to the apparent ire of Professor Kalego. The dark-haired teacher had a glare on his face that you were honestly surprised it didn't kill you on the spot. 

You shrugged and gave an awkward smile. After all, The Misfits, Iruma, had done all the work. You, Akuma, and the others just brought the evidence of it into the light. 

--+--

"I am so proud of you," You admitted yet again that evening as you walked with Iruma into the house, bidding goodnight to Az and Clara at the gates. "Evil cycle or not, what you accomplished these last few days proves you're amazing because of your kindness and generosity. I hope you realize that."

"Yeah, I do," He stated with a shrug. "But, it wasn't just me. It was a group effort. I just organized it because we all deserve better.

"You do, you all do, and I'm proud that you can see that." You pulled him into a tight hug before pressing a kiss to the top of his head, unable to help yourself. You were just so proud of what he accomplished! Of all the good he had done without even knowing it. "I love you so much, you know? I am so very proud of you!"

"Geez, mom. You're worse than gramps," He huffed, his cheeks turning pink. But you didn't miss the fact he returned your hug, pressing head against your shoulder. "I love you too, but do you really have to be so emotional?"

"Oh shush. Fine," You pulled back and slapped his shoulder playfully. "I'll jump to the point where I warn you not to let it go to your head. You and your class need to continue to prove yourselves, now that you're in the spotlight. No sitting back and relaxing. I want you to study hard and prove to those demons whose number one, got it?"

"Yes ma'am," He rolled his eyes with a smile. "Now, let's see what Opera made for supper. I'm starving."

--+-- Su Ki Ma --+--

"You're heading back to Babyls?" Kalego spoke as soon as he answered his phone, never really one for pleasantries. 

"Yes, it seems Dali is entering an Evil cycle and needs someone to cover his classes," Balam spoke. "I'm surprised its not you after the rumors I heard about your new class of first years." 

Kalego scoffed slightly. "Hardly, though they are certainly trying." 

There was a pause before Balam spoke again, his teasing tone now serious. "What's bothering you, Kalego?"

Kalego's frown deepened. He was still unsettled by how insightful Balam always was. At least, when it came to him, the large demon was still rather clueless about other things. "The new librarian and her son. There is something…different about them, but I'm unsure if they're threats or not." 

"...are you talking about the headmaster's daughter and grandson?" Balam asked disbelievingly, and Kalego could hardly blame him for the skepticism. After all, Lord Sullivan would never allow a threat to enter his school, even if they truly were long lost relatives. Nor would Opera. 

Yet he couldn't deny the sense that the pair weren't what they seemed. 

"Just hurry," Kalego stated before hanging up. Maybe this oddness would settle once Babyls had both her Guard Dog and Gargoyle amongst her walls once more.

[tunabesimpin]

Let's go to the beach beach! ... Ninki Minjaj

HI TUNAAAA!! Congrats on 800!! Keep up the good and honest hard work my g >:))

WHO: As for the event, Nemo will be coming in to make waves! She's gonna drag in poor Sebek with her as her plus one.

HOW: How did the jester convince Sebek? Let's just say that he didn't want to accompany her at first, but he realized the mayhem she might cause if it was Silver who supervised her instead. Better that it was him yelling at the top of his lungs over a sleepyhead letting her run loose.

Below are the silly fits I came up with for them ✨ the messy concept is all I got for now sobs

Feel free to adjust Sebek's if you wanna >:))

Here's the link for the more polished ver.

FAVE COLOR: Nemo obviously likes green, the most creative color of the rainbow! (not really).

WHAT: As for what she likes doing during summer, she loves to relax and just unwind in the sun! Thus, it's no-brainer what she's going to do at the party: sunbathing, but with a twist!

TWIST?: She's going to bury herself in the sand with only her head sticking out. The jester claims that this odd practice has therapeutic effects.

One would hope this isn't one of her silly tricks, but that's just wishful thinking...

Anyway, thank you for hosting this Tuna!! Do lmk if you need anything clarified or if I missed anything svdkdj Best of luck to you w/ this event!! 🙏

--- Nemo's schemes had already effected many of the beach goers, but to be fair those involved did have warning. The most popular of their attractions being their sand cakes, a gamble on whether you receive and actual cake or some beach sand. Even Tuna took chance on the idea, though their reasoning might have been a bit different.

Having picked a bucket for themself, Tuna began eating a lightbulb switching on as they remembered Nemo mentioning being buried in the sand. "Say, want to start a head garden with me?" It took a second for Nemo to understand, but a wicked smirk grew "I would ever be honored~" Tuna continued to crunch on their 'cake' as the two began to clean up and find a suitable spot. They used sticks to draw a border in the sand and make faux paths and used palm leaves to provide some shade. Once the base was done it was time to dig. Long flat beds were dug out and ready to be lied in, it quite a while, but they managed to get 3 done. Now it was time find their first customer and unfortunately for Sebek, he seemed to be the first to pass by.

Nemo and Tuna were quick to team up on him, Tuna holding him from behind and Nemo began leading the way. Nemo became the perfect spokesman "Please right this way dear customer! Our garden is perfect for relaxation and clearing the mind~ Surely you can only be at your best if your mind is at its best as well!" Sebek squirmed, digging his heels into the sand to no avail and he yelled "I WILL NOT! UNHAND ME!" It was no use, with both Nemo and Tuna combined, they managed to pin him tot he bed and began to bury him thoroughly. At some point Sebek gave up, deciding it wouldn't hurt to try and feel the 'therapeutic' process. However, once he saw Tuna and Nemo drawing silly notes he knew he was pranked, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING A FRUIT?!" ---

LOLOLOL Poor Sebek~ I seem to keep writing him getting the butt end of the stick XD AND AAAA first nemo interaction yey!!! (if its not im so sorry i have a horrible memory-) >V< It was so fun to doodle this out! The art you made was so cute too!!! AAAA I love the hat and sand buckets!!!! Thank you so much for participating !!! I hope you can enjoy this!!!

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I’ve always wondered with Trent’s accent and Y/N’s American one if Teddy ever gets confused or makes fun of one of the parents or even has a mix of both accents when she talks?

A little blurb about it would be so cute if/when you have time 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Aww this is sweet 🥺 I've definitely thought about this a lot. I mean, Teddy and the rest of the babies to come all are growing up in England, in their schools, in and around their english family so they'd predominantly have a scouse accent but it probably wouldn't be all that thick. I think Y/N not having it and having her American accent would play a big factor in how their kids would learn phonetics and how much they are influenced by the dialect around them. I will say though, refresh, Y/N's dad is English and I don't think she has a really strong American accent. I think at one point or another I mentioned in the fic that Winnie had a fairly strong like valley twang to her speech but I think Y/N accent would be almost neutral and quite demure.

Anyways! I actually touched on this once or twice in the 'Ours' fic! Once in Chapter 27 when Y/N is talking to GQ in the article and then also in Chapter 30 when Teddy is explaining she was told not to make fun of Y/N's accent in a youtube video.

Chapter 27 ⇨

“Now you say growing up… You’re American as you said, manhattan born. Have you adapted or adjusted to life in the UK?”  “I’d like to think so but there is always an odd day where I say ‘band aid’ instead of ‘plaster’ and my daughter or Trent will give me stick. Although, it wasn’t entirely foreign to me but also moving to another country comes with a lot more than an adaptation to accents and vocabulary. I’m fine, I think I am at least."    

Chapter 30 ⇨

“Live in England, tay? My mama not from there though but dada said can’t laugh at her.” Teddy segued into the unrelated topic about you. It was a discussion that came up recently with her of why you sounded different. Your American accented words versus Trent’s made her laugh.  “Right, we won’t make fun of mummy, alright?” Jude told Teddy and she nodded. “But you’re English still and that’s who you’re supposed to say is going to win, Teddy girl.” He explained to her...'

I think I still might write a tiny blurb on this though... Like Teddy or even Theo asking about why they talk so differently or which version of a word to use like English v. American or them getting confused on a trip to the US hearing Y/N call something not by the name they know it as 🥺 Ugh! So many possibilities. Maybe I'll write this into the epilogue.

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Snow

For @rfaromance Holiday Event.

"You know, I couldn't take him outside when we were younger if it was cold like this. There was only so much the donated clothes from the cathedral could do. It didn't matter how much I tried to layer him up, there was always a chance that he would get sick. I don't know what I would have done if he would have gotten sick and our mother wouldn't have let me buy him medication," Saeyoung said, his eyes never leaving his brother for a second, as always.

"He always wanted to touch the snow, though. There was one time when I would describe to him what it felt like and I knew it wasn't enough. He had a smile on his face because he felt like he could live vicariously through me. I hated telling him... no. It made me feel like such a terrible brother. I know I can be overprotective and overwhelming. But I was always looking out for his best interest. I always wanted to do the right thing for him."

He was cautious about it these days.

Of course, it would make sense at this point. After all, he almost lost his brother to an explosion. That wasn't easy. Now he was even more worried about something going wrong whether he wanted to admit it or not. He was in therapy to work on that. Some days were better than others, though. This was a good day, though. However, his mind couldn't help but wander to those years when they had been young boys.

The sound of childish laughter escaped Lucy, V's daughter, as she playfully hit Ray with a fresh ball of snow. Ray didn't seem to mind it. He laughed, quiet as can be, whispering something to her before she'd dart off into the snowy hills to hide from her family.

She was like their little sister, no, she was their little sister. Ray and Saeyoung didn't mind babysitting a little sister. She was cute, sweet, and spoke to her heart without hesitation. Of course, that was tough for her parents, namely V, who always seemed so flabbergasted when a child could sass back at him with such glee.

They were all playing out there. V, his partner, Ray, and Lucy. Of course, the odds were in the favor of the younger pair. Nobody would let snowball fights end without letting the child win, after all. Whereas, you and Saeyoung had taking a small break just to appreciate the scenery. It was wonderful. It was a perfect day. There was light snowfall and you could hear the sounds of footsteps in the distance. It was quiet but not in an ominous way.

It was almost an welcoming embrace.

You were happy to be a part of this little family. As Saeyoung's partner, you were swept into this right before your eyes. You knew how much it meant to him to have people this close to his family and what it meant to be trusted with this. To be trusted to be this close to the people that matter the most. Even if you were still getting to know everything about him, you were grateful that he was willing to open his heart this much. You were glad to see the snow falling from the sky, kissing his reddened cheeks as if to make him glow.

Not with a fever, no, with a glow of life unlike anything you had ever seen. His light was one you couldn't imagine going out. It was almost a miracle within itself that he had been able to keep going with such faith and passion in what he believed in. There was nothing that could put him out. After a lifetime of going through things that you couldn't even imagine, he still stood his ground. If anything, it spoke to your faith and the belief that it instilled into you. Even if things became ugly and there were those that tried to snuff out your light, as long as you believed deep down inside of your heart in all the good you knew, nothing could destroy it.

You pressed your hand atop his. "You'll never have to go back to those days. Now you and your brother can go outside anytime you want to. Even if you get sick because you stayed out all night long, there's nothing stopping you from getting the medication. The world's at your fingertips. I can't imagine what that must feel like. But I do know one thing, I know that your faith in goodness paid off. You wanted a world like this for him... and for you, and now you have it, Saeyoung."

He smiled. You knew that he understood that. He had freedom that he never had before. His brother had the freedom that he never had before. Things were ultimately going to get better the more time he had to heal. You couldn't wait to see them get better in front of your very eyes.

His fingers intertwined with yours. "This snow is the first of many I hope to share with you. That's what I want. It's my new dream."

"I'm looking forward to our future winters, too."

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re: my seemingly fringe "I don't think we're meant to think Odin was a dreadful cunt" take, when was Thor 1 actually made? Like... 2010/2011? Because I think Odin is (presumably based on comics canon) meant to be "a bit distant but overall good as a parent" but 2010ish is well after the recent (historically recent, by which I mean since maybe the 1980s) shift in our culture's ideas about fatherhood and what make "a good dad" as well as similarly radical shifts in how we approach disciplining children. MCU!Odin is therefore odd because he's a couple of generations out if he's meant to convince the audience that he's A Good Dad or even an acceptable one. Even the people making the film can't have (all) thought he was any good so with this in mind I'm more open to the idea that Odin is meant to be fairly shit. (But not entirely, and certainly not to the point of him being evil - he's doing his best and arguably the issue isn't him but the culture they've all been born into.)

IDK how old the writer was but there could be an intentional generation-gap thing going on there? An "everyone thinks this is acceptable and even good parenting, but it isn't and everyone involved is getting messed up by it." You don't have to go that far back historically before failing to show regular affection to your kids wouldn't be seen as a significant flaw in a father (whereas it absolutely would be in a mother - v interesting that as the status of women in our society has increased our idea of a good dad has shifted significantly towards an ideal that would previously have been considered "maternal" and thus "unmanly." Oh hey, looks like patriarchy is bad for men too!)

I still think a lot of fanon and fanfic overstates it (which is fine until we're at the point of inventing obviously abusive behaviour and then seemingly forgetting that we made that up), and that Odin is at least meant to be 'doing his best' but yeah Them Thor Films must surely be aware that his best is nowhere near Actually Good, yeah? I mean unless they were written by a man who lives in the 1950s, which they probably weren't. (There is absolutely some generational variation in how far the social change has taken hold but you'd have to look for a long time before you'd find a man of any age who'd say "I really wish my father had been more reserved and had spent less quality time with me" rather than wistfully expressing the opposite of that.)

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Tis I, owner one, I hereby present you the official character arts of the opposing group. They don’t necessarily have a name neither does CCSL (Crimsn, Coral, Sappy, Lime) so we just call them the evil guys. Although they aren’t technically evil that’s what they are, but everyone is a little of good and bad anyway.

Hi, owner two. We ("we" being I) forgot about this draft. Take a guess which group is our (my) favorite.

All quoted descriptions are from Crimsn’s POV, Also note that Gender ≠ Pronouns, we’re open to answering questions about characters’ pronouns

Argon White :

Birthday - December 12th

Age - 25

Gender - Fluid

Item - Energy sword and magic (briefly)

A smug and, in a way, cocky stick—the least you’d expect from the leader of the evil group.

“…Argon White. The other two have names, yes, but they don't matter here. Argon was the tallest out of the three, 6’4”, and had pure white hair tied in a low ponytail, lapis blue (like really blue) eyes, a 4 point star earring of the same color. He also wore a black parka with the France flag sewn onto the right (his right) sleeve, baggy brownish gray cargos, and New Balance 530s with roller skates on the bottom (don’t ask). He didn’t seem to have any special physical features, oddly enough—besides those scars.”

Myste Roxo :

Birthday - October 15th

Age - 26

Gender - Fluid (Mostly male aligned)

Item - Baseball bat with nails

A stick who you wouldn't ever suspect to like gardening.

"...jet black hair with white streaks and extensions in dreadlocks, violet purple eyes, black clipped and ripped wings, two giant face scars from his jaw to each of his eyes, a gash in his left cheek that showed the inside of his mouth, pierced pointed ears, white wings hair accessory, blue necklace with a four pointed star as a pendant, puffy purple jacket with a white line going down the sleeves, white crop top with gray bottom half that had a chest opening just underneath his collarbone, brown cargo pants with a purple fabric as a belt, red shoes with light purple lines and white cardboard wings, black fingerless gloves, and a pearled bracelet with a maroon colored shape that looked like a heart."

Maroon Spark :

Birthday - March 27th

Age - 27

Gender - Agender

Item - Lightsaber

A silly stick—like a cat.

"...6’2”, had messy and ruffled wine red hair with some tied in a ponytail or two as the rest covered his back, gray eyes, white headphones with blue stars over his pointed ears, plain white shirt, long gray hoodie with rolled up sleeves and white drawstrings, white gloves, rolled up black pants and shoes, a blinding white tail, and a gray-ish purple fabric bracelet with a star pendant the same color."

Azure (unavailable l/n) :

Birthday - January 1st

Age - 112

Gender - Male

Item - Mainly magic

An angel who no one really knows how he got down here.

A taller than average guy, his hair was a dark blue and he had a shiny halo to top it off. The halo had a 4-point star on it and it paired with his large, white feathered wings. His wings were pure-white, but they had a blue fade on the bottom. His eyes were just as interesting, a white base but it faded to blue near the bottom of the iris, just like his wings. He wore a black long sleeve with a plunging V-neck and a wing collar. Underneath that, he wore a white t-shirt. Along with this odd fashion choice, he wore black straight-pants. Finally, he had black heeled boots. What a guy. -owner one desc.