#v. just a guy selling wine

[heavenlywine]

@charmaine-san needs better friends!

She  seemed  rather  frazzled,  poor  thing.  "What's  wrong,  love?  Cops  on  your  heels?"  His  precious  roommate  certainly  looked  like  she  was  in  some  sort  of  trouble.  "Caught  swiping  again?  Tsk  tsk."  Akihito  took  his  hand  off  of  the  wine  bottle  just so  he  could  wag  his  finger  at  her.  "Stealing  is  a  crime -  you  know  how  much  god  hates  those."  Yeah,  he wasn't actually religious, and  he  totally  just  got  bailed  out  of  jail  for  something  one  may  consider  worse.

"Alright,  what's  the  actual problem? Pissy ex?"

[the-froschamethyst4]

A Woman Like You Shouldn’t be Tucked Away

𖤐Pairing: Price x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, fluff, language, mention misogyny, toxic ex-relationship, age gap, groping, blind date, kissing/making out, P in V, hand job, blowjob, strangers to lovers,

𖤐Summary: You try something new for once and that “something new” is blind dating, your friend had set you up with someone and you don’t know how you’ll feel about him

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Y/n’s foot taps the ground impatiently.

He’s late, she thought to herself. She had decided to step out of her comfort zone and she wanted to try something new and that was trying blind dating.

Y/n’s friend had met a guy trough a website that had connected you to Military people, she had met him and then had suggested Y/n to meet his friend who was looking to start dating again.

All she knew about him is that he is a widower. His wife had passed away from a heart attack and he thought about not dating again, but he wanted to get back into looking for someone again.

Y/n had thought about leaving a few times but gave him the benefit of the doubt and stayed for a little bit. Maybe he’s nervous because he’s meeting someone new? Who knows.

As her fingers ran around the rim of her wine glass someone had moved the chair in front of her, she jumps and looks up seeing a man.

“Are you John Price?” She asked.

“Yes…I’m sorry I’m late…just a bit nervous,” he says, wiping his hands on his pants.

“It’s okay…I’m nervous as well,” she says.

John had ordered his food and drink and they waited, there was close to no conversation, but every so often.

"My friend said...you're a widower?"

"Yep...trying to get back into the dating world again."

"How long was it since she passed?" Y/n asked, hoping it wasn't a touchy subject.

"6 years..."

"Wow. I'm sorry for your lost."

"It's okay...I'm okay," he says. "Tell me about you...did you date?"

"I dated my ex for 5 years..."

"Can I ask what happened for you two to break it off?" He asked.

"...He was...misogynistic."

"Oh wow...what would he say?"

"He wasn't like this in the beginning of our relationship. He started getting social media and then over time became very misogynistic, I use to make more money than him, and he started calling me names like a whore and slut because he accused me of selling pictures of myself for money, which wasn't the case." Y/n could go on and on about this ex of hers.

"Then...when I quit my old job because of some co-workers, and when I was looking for a new job he would tell me that I should stay home and be a good little housewife and do chores and make him his dinner before he gets home. So, I had enough and left him within a week because I was over it...sorry...I'm rambling," she says.

"No, no, it's okay, I understand...but a woman like you shouldn't be tucked away." He says.

Y/n's face started to heat up, she was blushing. "T-Thank you," she says with a soft smile of her face.

"Did he...do anything else?" He asked.

"He was just an asshole..." she says. Soon their food arrived and the waiter coming back to refill their drinks.

John hadn't eaten he was listening to Y/n as she talked, which was kind of crazy for Y/n...she hardly talked and most of the time no one listened to her, so it was surreal that someone like John Price was even listening to her or even looking her.

John then leaned forward, his rough calloused hands had touched her smooth, bare knee and then moving up to her soft plush thigh. She jumps and stops eating, putting her fork down and she looks up at John who was still looking at her.

She clears her throat. "A-Are you going to eat?" She asked him.

"I will," he says, his hands still touching her thigh and then soon his hands left her thigh and he starts to eat. In a way, Y/n didn't want his hand to leave her, with his touch she felt safe versus her ex who seem to only been with her for sex.

Soon after John and Y/n were done eating and Y/n wasn't drinking anymore. John then talks about his life and Y/n listens to him like he did with her, almost looking at him.

"Anyways...this was fun, Y/n."

"Really?" She says kind of surprised.

"Yeah...when you wanna meet for the second date?" He asked, giving her his phone and she put her number into his phone giving it back.

"Umm~ I-I don't know...I didn't think I'd even get this far," she gives him an awkward giggle.

"We'll talk about it..." he says

They both get up from the table and John walked with Y/n to her car opening the driver door for her.

"I'll text you later?" He says. She just nods.

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3 Months Later

Y/n laid on her stomach on with her book in her hands, an oversized shirt that was actually Price's. Price had asked Y/n to come stay the night with him every now and then.

Price had came out of the shower, towel around his waist and another rubbing his hair dry. Y/n didn't know Price had came out of the shower till she felt a semi wet hand on the back of her thigh, giving her a soft kiss.

"John?"

"Hmm?" He hums. She looks over her shoulder his hands going up her shirt and squeezing her butt earning a soft moan from her.

"What are you doing?" She asked. He doesn't answer but just keeps kissing her thighs. She moans and looks back at her book. The bed shifts and his legs are on either side of her.

Price leans over her kissing her neck and rubbing his hands up her shirt squeezing her breasts now. She just smiles at him and kissed his cheek.

"You smell good," she says.

"You do too."

"I smell like sweat," she says.

"Nah, you smell good," he repeats. Price then rubs himself against her. She moans throwing her head back, her head on his shoulder as his hand was under her chin kissing her jawline and cheek.

"Let me do the work," he says, kissing down her body. He removes his towel from his waist and then he lifts the bottom of her shirt up revealing her panties, he pulls them off her lower half, lifting herself up just a bit to make it easy for him.

He starts to pump himself a few times before gently sliding himself inside of her. Y/n was a moaning mess, mewling at his slow and soft thrusts. Price smirks at her sudden moans.

Since the day she met Price, he was always gentle with her, their second date was at the movies and he didn't leave her thigh alone the entire movie.

Their first time doing it together was soft and gentle, Price didn't want to hurt Y/n it's not something he'd do to a woman he's interested in.

Price held Y/n's hands above her head as he slightly started to pick up the pace, she moans and her legs wrap around his waist.

He picks up the pace, the time pulling her to his lap and helping her bounce on him, her hands resting on his shoulders, his hands resting on her butt squeezing her and kissing her neck, leaving behind a few small purple hickies.

Price loves this girl, who would hurt her is the question? Price then leaned forward their lips landing on each other, soft and gentle as he lays her back on her back and then starts moving faster and he feels her squeezing around him.

"Oh fuck!" He threw his head back.

"J-John," he leans down holding her head and kissing her lips.

He just smiles as he moves faster and faster, he sits up placing his hand on her lower stomach feeling his dick bulging from her stomach.

"Fuck," the both curse.

Y/n grabbed the bottom of her shirt lifting it up and putting the end in her mouth. She ended up coming, John felt it wanting to escape from her. He pulls out, he puts his head back and was catching his breath as Y/n was too.

Y/n let go of the end of her shirt and she felt like melting into the bed.

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2 Years Later

Y/n and Price were living together now. Price sat in the living room as Y/n was coming to the living room with a mug of hot tea for Price and one for her.

She sits next to him, she placed her mug on the coffee table in front of them, she smiles up at him as he was focused on the TV, she smirks and starts moving her hand onto his crotch rubbing him and watching as his face was becoming red.

"watch that hand of yours."

"Or what?" She teased, her hands then starts unbuckling his jeans a pulling his dick out and starts pumping him a few times. He groans and bucks his hips up into her hand.

Y/n looks up at him licking the corner of her mouth and leaning down licking his tip and kissing his tip as well. Price tries his best to look at the TV and distract his mind, but his little girlfriend was good at giving him head.

He tossed his head back, groaning and bucking his hips up. She slightly gags every time his tip hits the back of her throat. Y/n looks up at him through her hair.

"F-Fuck," he moans, leaning back and he placed his hand on the back of her head. She moves his hand away from her head and moved her mouth from his dick.

"Love," he groans. She just smiles and climbs on top of him and she moves her panties to the side and she slowly slides herself onto him.

"Fuck," they both moan.

"You are an evil woman."

"Me? Never," she smiles at him as she slowly grinds on him, earning a groan from his lips.

"Fuck me," he moans. She wanted to say something snarky but Price kisses her from saying anything. "No words from you," he says.

"Y-You don't even know what I-I was going to say," she teases.

"I already am," he says.

"Damn," she smiles kissing him.

"God I wanna come," he moans.

"Do it," she teased him. She was moving a bit faster on him, his hands holding her waist and he felt like coming inside of her.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

‘til the sun burns out - part 3

part of the nothing else matters universe

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Read it on AO3

Summary:

Your wedding night to Eddie Munson.

Additional tags: explicit sexual content, p in v, cunnilingus, dirty talk, degradation, fluff and smut, no angst, established relationship

“Edward James Munson, if you are late to our wedding I will personally send you to hell myself,” you hiss into the receiver, leaving your fifth and increasingly threatening voice message to the phone the guys share while they’re on the road.

Your best friend Claire looks at you expectantly as you walk back into your bedroom. She flinches at your murderous expression but cheerily says, “Don’t worry, sugar, I’m sure they’re just…on the road. Speeding down here to make all your dreams come true.”

Rather than respond, you pour yourself another shot of vodka and toss it back. Then, you start pacing again, wringing your hands together to avoid grabbing the phone and leaving your sixth message.

It’s 1991 and a seasonably warm June day in Hawkins. You’ve been engaged to the man of your dreams for over a year, and the wedding planning was what kept you busy and your mind occupied during the months he was away for his latest tour and recording sessions.

Your wedding is scheduled to begin at 2 p.m. at Hawkins Church. You had kicked and screamed your way to this decision, but ultimately your dad telling you it would make your late mama proud tugged hard enough at your heartstrings to make you relent. Eddie had been a pretty quick sell on the idea.

“You mean get married by the very man who called me a radical satanist? It might give him a heart attack. Let’s do it,” he’d said when you called him to tell him your dad’s guilt trips had finally won.

It was now noon, and Eddie was supposed to be home from the tour at 10 a.m., but you haven’t heard from him or any of the other guys. “Claire, I’m going to kill him.”

“So you’ve said. To anyone within a five foot radius.” She sets her wine down and stands, grasping you by your upper arms. “You need to relax. He’ll be here. When has Eddie ever let you down?”

“September 1986 when he admitted that he’s never actually liked Red Vines and only eats them because I like them.”

“That’s not letting you down, that’s having taste. Now ease up on the vodka, I don’t want to have to hold your hair back in church.”

There’s a knock at your bedroom door and a familiar head of luscious hair pokes his head in.

“Harrington!”

“What’s this about vodka?” He asks as he enters the room, giving you a quick hug. “Where’s Munson?”

Claire makes a striking motion across her throat, but it’s too late. “He’s not here. Our wedding is in two hours and he’s not here! ” You shout.

Steve’s eyes go wide as he watches you start your pacing over. He looks at Claire. “She been like this all day?”

“This is…arguably the most calm she’s been.”

“I’m sure he’s got a good reason for running late,” Steve says diplomatically. “And if he doesn’t, then I’m glad I’m not him.”

You glare at Steve. “Thanks, Harrington. You really know how to make a girl feel better.”

“Anytime. I just wanted to stop by and say hi, let you know Nancy and Robin just got back in town. El and Max are at the church decorating. Dustin is…somewhere, being Dustin.” He pauses. “Pastor Mitchell has only been praying for the absolution of your sins for the past hour or so.”

“Huh, that’s not so bad,” Claire murmurs.

“I know, right?” Steve rubs a hand over his chin as he thinks of anything else to tell you. “Oh, Mrs. Wheeler brought the cake over to the bar. Chad put it in the fridge.”

“At this rate, the only thing I’m looking forward to is Mrs. Wheeler’s German chocolate cake,” you grumble. “Thanks, Steve. If you hear anything from Eddie could you let me know?”

He gives a little two finger salute before slipping out the door and disappearing. Claire regards you with concerned eyes. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you dressed.”

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It’s 1:45 p.m. and your dad is going to be walking you down the aisle any minute. You’ve had Claire checking whether Eddie’s arrived every five minutes for the past hour, and still no sign of him. The only thing keeping you from crying is the fact that your eyelashes are coated in a layer of mascara so thick that if you cried, you’re almost certain you’d go blind.

Your gown is an off the shoulder white dress that hits you leg at the knee, simple in style but stunning in figure. Your hair is teased and sprayed within an inch of its life. You’ve got a handful of sunflowers mixed with baby’s breath as a bouquet. You’re ready to get married.

The only thing you apparently don’t have is a fucking groom.

Your dad knocks on the door to the room you’re waiting in just off the lobby of the church. He’s dressed in a white button down tucked into black slacks, the same thing he wears to church the three times a year he goes.

“You look beautiful, sweet pea. I only wish your mama could have seen you,” he says, eyes glassy. All the anger leaves you in a rush as he envelopes you in a hug. “Now, come on. Let’s go get you hitched.”

You slide your arm into the crook of his elbow. The wedding march filters through the old wood doors of the nave as your dad stands with you, waiting for the doors to open. It’s Steve who pulls the door open, his face giving away nothing as your dad guides you inside.

The small gathering of people are all standing in the pews, facing you, with huge smiles on their faces but your eyes immediately find a familiar pair of brown ones at the end of the aisle.

Eddie stands next to a surly Pastor Mitchell, lips spread wide in a huge grin. To your surprise, he’s wearing a suit - black on black shirt, vest, and haphazardly done tie topped with his leather jacket instead of the suit jacket. The rest of the guys from the band stand beside him in similar suits, while on your side Claire stands in her baby blue gown, holding a bouquet similar to yours.

Your dad kisses you on the cheek before placing your hand in Eddie’s. Those familiar calloused fingers wrap around your own and just like that, all of the stress of the morning fades away.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispers as you stand beside him and Pastor Mitchell begins his wedding sermon.

“You’re late,” you whisper back, though the words are full of far less heat than they would have been a few hours ago.

“Ran into a bit of trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“Would you believe me if I said we stopped a robbery?”

You turn your head to him as you hiss out, “What?!”

Pastor Mitchell clears his throat, the annoyance clear on his face.

“Sorry,” you murmur, turning back to him. Eddie’s shoulders shake in silent laughter.

“The couple has chosen to say their own vow,” Pastor Mitchell says. “Edward?”

“Hey, baby,” Eddie starts, “Remember that time we drove out to watch the meteor shower? And how you watched the stars, but I could only watch you? You’re my favorite star in any galaxy. And I’ll love you until the sun burns out.”

Pastor Mitchell turns to you, and gestures for you to speak. “Eddie, you’re the wordsmith here, not me. But just know, you’re the sun in my galaxy. My best days begin and end with you, my love. I can’t wait for a lifetime of the best days.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,” Pastor Mitchell says, closing his sermon book. Eddie reaches out to curl a hand behind your neck, hauling you towards him in a kiss impeded by your bright smile.

“I’m glad you changed your mind,” he murmurs.

“Me, too, Munson. Me, too.”

Hand in hand, you run laughing down the aisle of the church to the cheers of your friends and family.

And the silent prayers of Pastor Mitchell.

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That night, The Hideout hosts its first ever wedding reception.

Mrs. Wheeler volunteered to take charge of managing the potluck style dinner and the cake. Your bartenders happily volunteered to serve drinks through the night. And the boys of Corroded Coffin provided the entertainment.

You haven’t stopped smiling, and every time your eyes meet Eddie’s, your heart flutters wildly in your chest.

Eddie Munson. Your husband.

Man, what a world.

The man in question slides an arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your neck. “Dance with me?”

“Eddie Munson, since when do you dance?”

“Since I got the prettiest girl in the room to give me a chance,” he says. He drags you in front of the stage, and the boys start in on a song you haven’t heard before.

It’s slow, the guitar drawn out and the deep bass more pronounced. You slip your arms around Eddie’s neck and sway with him, your bodies pressed tightly together. Gareth is on vocals while Eddie enjoys your first dance.

“It’s called Nothing Else Matters. Metallica’s new song,” Eddie tells you, turning you in a circle. “Thought it fit us pretty well.”

Never cared for what they say

Never cared for games they play

Never cared for what they do

Never cared for what they know

And I know, yeah, yeah

So close, no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

No, nothing else matters

“It’s perfect, Eds,” you whisper.

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Later, after the party has wound down and your friends shoo you and Eddie out of the bar and into the car decorated with a “Just Married” banner, Eddie pulls up to your shared home and rushes around the hood to pull your door open.

You barely get your seatbelt undone before he’s lifting you from the car, making you giggle. When he reaches the door, he sets you down for a brief second to tug his keys out and open the door before scooping you up into his arms again.

“When we cross this threshold, we’ll officially be husband and wife. You ready?” He asks.

“According to the state of Indiana, we’ve been husband and wife for the last twelve hours,” you reply.

Eddie steps into the dark house, kicking the door shut behind him. He makes a beeline for your bedroom, tossing you on the bed and immediately crawling up over your body.

“Have I told you yet how stunning you are?” He asks. “This dress looks amazing on you, but I bet it would look better on the floor,” he says with a wink.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, tone gone sultry. You wrap your fist in the black tie around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I can think of some places where this tie would look better, too.”

“Later. First, I’m gonna eat my wife’s pretty pussy,” he says, sliding down until he’s situated on his stomach between your spread legs. His rough hands shove your dress up over your hips, exposing the black lace panties and matching garter holding up your stockings. Eddie looks like a kid on Christmas. “Jesus Christ, this is all for me?”

“‘Til the sun burns out, baby,” you tell him. He grins at you, palms sliding up the backs of your thighs as he presses your legs up, exposing more of you to his hungry gaze.

He plants light kisses up the inside of both thighs before his lips gently trace your folds through the silk and lace. The dulled sensation of his mouth on you is maddening, not nearly enough for how tightly wound your body and soul are for this man.

“Eddie, please,” you beg, voice breathy.

“Oh, is my little slut already desperate?” He taunts. His thumb rubs circles over your sensitive clit, still keeping your lingerie as a barrier. “These cute little panties are already soaked, huh?”

You nod, arching your back and trying to shift your hips to chase the friction. He pulls back, making you groan in disappointment.

Eddie’s fingers trace the edges of the lace before finally pulling them aside. He uses his opposite hand to trace a single finger through your wetness before he draws back, landing a light smack to your center that has you fighting against his hold.

“Hold still, or I’m going to make this take way longer than either of us wants,” he warns before his tongue is on your, licking you from your dripping hole to your needy clit.

You cry out in relief, blabbering a litany of thank you and oh my god and please as he tortures you in the best way possible. You do your best to follow his instruction to stay still, but on a hard suck to your sensitive nub your hips chase his mouth and your fingers bury themselves into his curly hair.

He must be in a forgiving mood, because he simply groans against you and increases his pace, winding you tighter and tighter until you come against his lips with a shout of his name like a prayer.

Eddie works you down from your high, until your legs are deadweight over his shoulders. He sits up, grabbing your waist and flipping you to your belly. His fingers find the zipper of your dress and pull it down, shimmying the fabric off your body, and the only help you’re able to provide is in the form of lifting your hips so he can pull it fully off and toss it to the ground.

“Huh, I was right. It does look better on my floor,” he jokes before grabbing a handful of your ass in a rough grip. He smacks one cheek, then the other, making you cry out and rub yourself against the sheets, even as sensitive as you are.

The warmth of his body leaves yours as he stands, and you turn your head to watch him undress. Your mouth goes dry watching him unbutton his shirt, the tattoos you love to trace with your tongue coming into view. You follow the trail of hair beneath his belly button to the bulge in his slacks, watching as his deft fingers undo the fly and shove all the offending fabric out of the way of your appreciative gaze.

He holds the tie in his hand, a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eye as he gets back on the bed. “What do we think we should use this for? A gag? No, I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make for me. I think maybe we should tie you up, huh?”

You let out a pitiful whine, but nod your consent. Eddie helps you lift your arms above your head, your body now laying in one long line as he winds the silk around your wrists. He gives the bind an experimental tug, seeming pleased with his work.

“Lift those hips, princess. On your knees,” he says. You work your knees beneath you, raising your hips with a deep arch of your back, your chest pressed to the bed.

He runs a hand from your neck to the base of your spine, toying with the band of your underwear. “I think I’ll leave these on,” he tells you, before once again shifting the fabric to the side.

Your breath catches when you feel the blunt head of his cock at your dripping hole. He presses forward slowly, agonizingly, stretching deliciously until his hips sit flush to yours. He groans, hands trailing over all the skin he can reach as he lets you adjust until you give him that tell-tale shift of your hips, asking for more.

And more does he give.

He pulls out until you’re nearly empty before driving back inside, a harsh slap of his hips against yours. The angle brushes the head of him against that maddening spot inside of you, making you cry out and moan with each drag of his cock in and out of your heat.

Eddie winds a hand through your hair, using it along with a hand around your throat to bow your body off the bed, back arched against him as he pounds into you.

“My perfect little wife. So fucking gorgeous for me on her knees, crying out my name,” he growls into your ear. “Want you to come on my cock, sweetheart, want you dripping down my thighs as I fill you up.”

You nod against his hold, your hips moving frantically in time with his thrusts as you chase the second wave of relief he’s gifting you.

It shatters across your nerves a moment later, and Eddie groans, a flood of colorful curses leaving his lips as he chases his own release. He stills, and you moan at the feeling of him pulsing against your walls as he cums.

He gently guided the upper half of your body back to the bed before slipping out of you. He spreads you open with a hand on each cheek, watching with possessive attention as his cum leaks out of you.

Satisfied that you’re well fucked and marked up as his, he flops on the bed beside you, lust drunk hands struggling to undo the bind on your wrists. When you’re finally free, he hauls your body against his, the sweat cooling on your skin as he holds you.

“So, you ever gonna tell me why you were late?” You ask after a moment of catching your breath.

“I wasn’t joking about the robbery. We were pulling forward through a stop sign when some guy that stole a woman’s purse literally smashed into the van. On foot. Knocked him out cold. We had to wait for the police to take their report before we could keep driving.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know. Drove like a bat out of hell the rest of the way to make it on time.” His fingers trail along your arm. “Wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”

“I guess I can forgive you, then,” you tease.

He grins at you, looking just like the teenage boy you’d fallen for all those years ago, and for all the stress this morning caused you, you know you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.

[nerdieforpedro]

Tell me how you want me

Fanfiction 18+ MDNI

Word Count: just under 5k

Masterlist / Marcus Pike Masterlist

Marcus Pike x plus size OC (Isabella)

Summary: Marcus Pike is not trying to go to this cookout. It turns out though, he found a sleepy woman that happens to be the best thing that could happen to him.

Warnings: Smut, light BDSM, edging, oral sex (male and female receiving), established relationship, rough sex, after care, unprotected P in V

“Hey just stop by, I promise it will be quick.”

“Your backyard parties are never quick, especially when the cooler comes out. I’m not going.”

“Molly says she wants to see you, make sure you’re still alive. So do your nephews.”

“You didn’t have to mention the nephews Phillips…” Agent Pike sighed, leaning back in his chair. Pike was a sucker for the two little hellions, adorable since they’re both five years old, but double the trouble, he didn’t know how his wife did it with the long hours they have to file reports on these criminals who think they can hide behind art purchases funding their drug money.

Fellow Agent Phillips had been trying to get his partner Pike to stop buy his house for a backyard BBQ. His wife Molly insisted on it, she said he needed to get back out there in the dating game. Phillips said that they shouldn’t butt in because he’s a grown man and hadn’t indicated at any point that he wanted to be set up. Molly was not one for a no, so Phillips decided to ask Pike to join them for the last cookout before the fall really kicked in. It was still sticky and humid during the day but now cool in the evenings.

“I’ll stop by for a bit, say hi to Molly and the twins, then I’m out.” Pike stated flatly.

It would be very hard to do, but the last few years, he had gotten better at putting himself first, guarding his heart. He wouldn’t throw it away anymore as he had better standards for himself. Standards that had lead to some dates and some romps in bed but nothing substantial, not like he had with Teresa, but looking back, was it really? Had he ever really a solid relationship with a woman outside of family, acquaintances and colleagues? Pike knew he loves to please, but he was trying to work himself out of a decades old habit that found him in relationships where women he’s with call him a good man but they leave him for another guy they marry. Pike saw the evidence on social media.

The fated weekend comes and Pike is at Phillip’s house as promised with gifts for the boys and Molly because his parents taught him manners when visiting. It was one of the many selling points Molly mentioned when making the rounds with Marcus, he grinned and smiled through it all, only to be saved by Dean and Bobby running up to him and wanting to push them on the swings connected to the play set. Pike was so thankful for rude little boys.

“Uncle Pike, was mommy walking you around like a show pony?” Dean asked and he tried to climb up in the swing, his brother Bobby laughed to him as he was already in the swing.

“Mommy said it’s a waste he isn’t coupled up? Does that mean like Mommy and daddy? Some of Mommy’s wine friends mentioned that too.” Bobby told his brother, proud to know something he didn’t. Pike sighed at their discussion and knew he was going to have a long talk with Phillips about this.

“Don’t listen to what you mom and dad say, your Uncle is just fine.” Pike smiled, he was mostly telling the truth. After about ten minutes on the swings, the twins were bored and thought of something fun.

“Uncle, you wanna hide from those ladies? We know a good hiding spot! Daddy’s office, he has it but he never uses it. He usually does his papers when he’s with you at work.” Dean chimed, Bobby took his uncle’s hand and lead him into the house, telling the adults that they were going to show him their tablet. It was solid enough of an excuse to not garner any odd looks. Dean kept a look out while Bobby got Pike to the hallway.

“It’s the room at the end of the hall.” Bobby said and waved, tapping Dean on the shoulder so they could pop upstairs and play on their tablets and maybe raid the fridge later.

“Hey Bobby, did we take Auntie Izzy in there too?” Dean asked his brother once they were at the top of the stairs, Bobby thought for a moment and shrugged.

“I think so but she probably left by now. She usually goes home and we can find her online and play Pokemon Go with her.” Bobby answered not worried at all. His Auntie Izzy didn’t take to his mother’s meddling well but she was really fun with different games and she actually knew about SpongeBob and Paw Patrol so she was awesome in their book.

Agent Pike thought he was in the wrong room, but it was an office. There was just a woman laying across the couch in what looked to be a yellow off the shoulder dress, that had a slit in it. It exposed her very thick thighs and maybe a birthmark on the right one, she has white nail polish that matched her fingernails and toes. A smooth mole was on her right shoulder as well, her cleavage glistened with a thin layer of sweat as her chest rose and fell. It appeared she was asleep. White flip-flops were on the floor next to the couch and full fuchsia lips formed a small ‘o’ as she let out a coo. Her round honey tinted face appeared to be completely at peace. What was she dreaming about? Her hair was in an updo, coils in a cute poof above her head, because he was laying on her left side, her hair had teetered to the right a bit. The woman shifted a bit to the right and her cleavage peeked out a bit more from the top of her dress as did her thigh, Pike knew if she shifted again, he may see her panties, which would’t be bad for him. It was like a painting, one of the many he studied, the many artisans of the past had sculpted, painted and sketched full figured women through the eons. He wondered if he had any artistic bones in his body if her would be able to capture of majesty of this moment. The beautiful woman simply existing.

How long had he been standing here again?

Pike took a step forward to get out of the doorway, in an attempt to turn around and leave but knocked over a bookend and this a stack of books that was a the end of a shelf built into the wall. “Shit…” He whispered as he heard stirring behind him, movement. The agent turned and saw the vision of a woman sitting on the couch, rubbing her eyes, trying to get the sleep out. She was now sitting up, her hair still slightly to the right and both thighs on full display of her dress and further moved up. Pike cleared his throat, he needed to hear anything, it was so quiet. “Sorry about that.” He managed to speak softly. The woman nodded and chuckled. Her laugh was cute.

“It’s okay. I was likely asleep for too long. Are you a friend of Jack’s?” He heard her ask, she must know Jack and Molly well to refer to him by first name, or maybe she just didn’t work in law-enforcement, they always used last names. Pike nodded and turned to face her.

“I’m Pike, Marcus Pike.”

“You must work with him, not many people go with their last name first.” She laughed again, this time deeper though, her full lips moving as Marcus watched them, having a goofy smile of his face. “I’m Izzy or Isabella. I prefer Izzy though.” She stood up and pulled her dress from between her belly and thighs, she stepped forward for a handshake. Pike obliged and took her hand in his, it was soft but she had a firm grip. His calluses from using his gun slid against her palm and he sighed, feeling like he was exhaling all of the air in his lungs. She was up to his shoulder, not inducing her poof, looking down at her, he wondered if her lips as sweet as they looked. “Nice to meet you Marcus.” She smiled up at him, letting go of his hand and turning around to slip on her flip-flops.

“Nice to meet you too Isabella, er Izzy.” He corrected himself, he head her giggle as she checked her pockets. Women really do love dresses with pockets. “Are you avoiding the party as well?” Pike asked, he hoped so, then he would have something to talk about. After giving herself a quick pat down and it appeared as though she had everything, Izzy answered.

“Yeah, Molly insisted I come to get out of the house, but she just had a few guys she wanted me to meet. Wasn’t into it, so I asked the boys for a good hiding spot.” She put her hands on her hips, her arms jiggled with each movement. Pike couldn’t stop watching her. “Then I fell asleep after getting too comfortable.” She tossed a hand up with a shrug of her shoulder.

Marcus was racking is brain, should he ask for her number? Might be a bit too soon, coffee! Coffee is fine usually. Situation is a little awkward, but what wasn’t with the entire cookout debacle. “Izzy, would you want to get out of here and grab coffee?” He asked, cheesy? One hundred percent but why not? He wasn’t sure if he had ever studied anything or anyone in this much detail and he still wanted to know more.

Izzy’s eyebrows raised as she thought and agreed. “I could go for some coffee. You got Dunkin rewards? If not, I have some.” She pulled her phone out her pocket and grinned.

Pike matched her grin with his own, feeling playful, “Wherever you wanna go, I’m up for it.”

It had been four months since Isabella had heard words that changed her perception of men. ‘Wherever you wanna go, I’m up for it.” The accountant really had thought he was just giving her cheesy lines, which was sweet in a way. Marcus Pike was a man who followed through no matter if it was a promised phone call, a random lunch arriving at her office or a flirty FaceTime when he was at the office late. Time with him was well spent and always enjoyable. She never felt embarrassed by him and he seemed to find everything she did did cute which he told her often. By contrast, he was growing in a beard and mustache that looked sexy on him. It wasn’t too little and not too much, just right. She usually ended up touching it while they were out at dinner or matching movies at home as he touched her thighs.

Pike always made a point to have her climax at least once if not twice before entering her and chasing his own high. Izzy wondered what he might like but she felt a bit embarrassed about asking him, though anyone with any sense would instruct you to just ask. That was easy. Izzy never did things easy, it was not her way. Instead, she shopped around for a sheer midnight blue teddy with a matching crotchless thong. She had told Marcus to come by after work, shower and relax. He had been working a complex case with a few museums including the Smithsonian and how to coordinate the return of different pieces without pissing different countries off. She didn’t quite get the intricacies of it, but it sounded stressful. The office worker also had bought some handcuffs and a few candles that melt into oil and lube that she could massage him with or use to fuck him with. “This will be fun!” She exclaimed, hearing a knock downstairs followed by her phone ringing. He was here.

It wasn’t unusual for Pike to stay over at Izzy’s brownstone, it was much more comfortable that his studio apartment that was close to work, but cozy, as Izzy had put it. She had four bedrooms, one was an office, one was her master bedroom with a large walk-in shower that they had made very good use of, especially that built in bench seat. He relished in her pleasure, especially after she let it slip that she had only been able to climax using toys before. Marcus wouldn’t have that, plus hearing her scream his name made him want to grab her, twist her, make her more moist each time he heard it. He was greeted by his girlfriend answering the door in her black satin robe. He knew what the robe meant. “Hey babe. Sorry I’m so late.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re here Marcus.” Izzy kissed his lips softly, touching his cheek, her fingers trailing down to his jaw and poking his Adam’s apple. “You want to eat first or shower?” She asked, there was chicken Alfredo she could warm up for him.

“I’m gonna shower first, I feel stuffy from being in that office all day, you joining me?” The agent asked, dropping his bag after closing the door. One hand went to her hip, rubbing a circle to touch her thigh and ass while he kissed her shoulder. A soft sigh was heard from her lips so he then took a handful of her ass and squeezed. He heard a gasp and kissed her neck, clearly anticipating her joining him.

Though she was tempted, Izzy would stick to her plan. “No, no. You shower first and the pop into the bedroom. I thought of something for you.” She smiled, putting her ands on her hips before walking away and heading upstairs. Pike, stunned, picked up his bag and followed his love upstairs and quickly hopped in the shower. The last time she said she had something planned for him, she showed up at his office late saying she missed him and sucked his dick while he lied to his coworker and told him that he would lock up. Marcus fucked his girlfriend was in the bathroom. She enjoyed watching him struggle to keep a composed face, smirking up at him. It was then that Pike made sure that no one was in the office and his door was locked so he could bend her over the desk, slapped her ass before fingering her and plunging himself into her wetness as he spread her legs, her moans making him cry out her name. He left bruises on her thighs that night, ones that she told him not to say sorry for as she had enjoyed every moment. Isabella was also the same woman that held him and went with him to the hospital when his father had his stroke, thankfully he was able to recover mostly, but it wasn’t how he wanted to introduce her to his parents. He wanted to it be a nice family dinner. Not in a hospital room. But she was perfect throughout, making his mother nudge him and ask why he hadn’t brought her around yet.

While Pike was in the shower, Izzy was taking deep breaths, She went ahead and lit her candle and set condoms, handcuffs, but she didn’t have a blindfold. Hearing the water stop, she grabbed one of her scarfs and met him at the bathroom door, planting a kiss on him and wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on her tip-toes and put the scarf around his eyes. “Iz…what the hell?” Pike asked, chuckling. He never knew what to expect from this woman.

“I told you, a surprise. It starts now, so follow me.” She giggled and lead him toward the bed and sat him down, then pulled him close so his head rested on her breasts. She slipped off her robe and let it drop on the floor. Marcus’ arms wrapped around her back, he pressed his chest into her soft belly.

“Mmm…Should I be extremely worried or just quietly concerned?” He asked placing a small kiss between her ample breasts before nibbling on them.

Izzy licked her lips. “Neither, just listen to me and do what I tell you. I’m going to make sure to come first tonight Marcus. If you feel odd or uncomfortable about anything, just say…” Izzy paused to think of a word. “Rose.” She patted his head and took one of his hands and ran it upper her inner thigh. “You feel it Marcus? It’s been like this since you called me at your late lunch, hours Marcus…” She cooed, using one of her fingers to push his middle finger along her wet slit. Her legs widened a bit as Marcus slipped his finger in further, stroking her as he grew harder in his boxers.

“God damn woman….Tell me how you want me.” Marcus staggered, Izzy pushed him back on the bed and commanded him to scoot toward the head of the bed. He didn’t feel her get on the bed immediately, it felt like she was fiddling with something. “Izzy, what are you…” He was going to ask but she grabbed his wrists and cuffed them behind his head, kissing his lips again desperate for contact Pike lurched forward as she pulled back, panting. “Izzy, please….kiss me more.” A soft hand pushed on his chest and circled his nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Pike moaned loudly, struggling against the handcuffs, he needed to touch her, kiss her, caress her, grab her.

“Not yet. I want to watch you more like you watch me Marcus.” Izzy cooed, she released his nipple and slid off his boxers, the agent lifted his hips to make it easier. He bit down on his bottom lip as he whimpered. She hadn’t even touched his dick yet, would he last? Is this how he makes her feel? Anything like this? “Marcus, baby, you still with me? You remember the word right?” He nodded and she followed by asking if he wanted to use it, he shook he head.

“Please, tell me how to want me….Please…” Pike begged. Izzy loved the sight of the man who often made her hoarse for work the next day in a puddle go pleasure. His cock was wet with precum. She wanted to ride him them, but she would need his help for stability and she wanted to toy with him a bit more. Instead, she chose to remove her scarf and kiss his forehead, then straddled his lower torso so her ass would be rubbing against his hardness. “Fuck Iz….You haven’t told me to do anything yet.” He whined, which was true it was torture.

“Keep still.” Izzy commanded, bouncing her ass against his cock, smearing his fluid on her ass. She was kissing down his face to his Adam’s apple, biting it with her teeth before licking it. His hips buckled up in response and she bit his shoulder, “I said keep still.” Pike nodded and did his best, but he was failing the longer it went on, as she moved down, her hips did as well and her moist entrance was met with his hard cock, rubbing each other as she started to moan as well.

“Isabella please….” It was rare Marcus used her entire name, he was quite serious when he did. Izzy then reached for the candle and dripped the hot substance over his chest. Marcus yelped as his body shivered from both the heat and pleasure, Izzy started rubbing it into his skin, his chest, stomach and his arms, she used both hands to give special attention to his thighs, the dark hairs, tickling her fingers. Marcus did his best to remain still but his body was shaking, throbbing to release. “Please let me cum…” He asked out of sheer desperation.

Isabella sat back on the bed, admiring the sight of a spanning, sweating, lubed Marcus. She thought of taking a picture, but decided against it. She just soaked in the image. “Marcus, you think you can continue to stay still while I take care of you?” She asked, reaching for a towel that she had on a dresser, she wiped down his penis, his fingernails pressing into his palms. He nodded, but after she finished wiping, she flicked his shaft, causing him to make and audible grunt. “I need to hear an answer.” She stated, her finger tracing the veins along his shaft.

“Y-Yes, I can stay still. I’ll d-d-do my best. Please Izzy….honey…” He whimpered. Satisfied, Izzy ran her tongue from the base of his cock to her head, rolling her tongue around his head before sucking a little, not too much. Marcus did well in remaining still for the most part, but once she had his head between her lips, his hips buckled. He realized his mistake and quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again….please your sweet lips, let me cum…” She reached down with a free hand and pinched the skin of his testicles, before taking his girth into her mouth bobbing her head up and down while she rolled his balls between her fingers. Marcus screamed trying to resist the urge to buck his hips with her mouth, he was trying and failing, but this time she didn’t stop. Izzy used her teeth to lightly graze the skin of his head before rolling her her tongue around it, without warning, Marcus shot ribbons into her mouth as she shrugged to swallow, but downed as much she could, she did end up choking a little. In-between his breathy heaves, Marcus asked if she was ok and if she could uncuff him, he needed to know if she was okay. As Izzy took deep breaths she handed him the key, he un-cuffed himself and took her in his arms, rubbing her back. Her coughing calmed as he cradled her, kissing her forehead.

She looked up at him, her mouth with traces of him on it, “Did you enjoy yourself Marcus?” She asked, he was dumbfounded. What made her think he didn’t? His kissed her lips softly before grabbing a tissue to wipe them and himself off.

“You always surprise the hell out of me Isabella. I fucking loved it. How’d you think of that?” He asked genuinely wondering. She had never mentioned anything like this before.

“I tried to think of what you might do. You aways seem to watch me and be studying me each time Marcus, plus I thought the candle would be a nice touch.” She giggled, nuzzling into his chest. Marcus pulled her on top of him so her legs were spread, She yelped as her bit at the top of her teddy ripping it, Izzy grabbed it and help it to herself though it only covered one of her breasts. “M-Marcus!” His mouth enveloped one of her nipples as he sucked and tugged on it, he reached up and took the torn teddy from her, the grip she had on it loosened considerably. His other hand trailed down her belly which he loved to pat, she swatted his hand away and to strode further down until reaching her slick lips, running a finger over each of them as he parted them. “W-Wait… you’re not supposed to move…” She stated weakly. He was no longer cuffed and non-compliant to her demands. Pike pushed her on her back just as she had done with him, however he took hold of her ankles and held her legs up, closing her thighs around his penis which was half erect. He was the one teasing her now, running his dick back and forth against her entrance knowing he wouldn’t enter her. “Fuck…Marcus…” She cried, grabbing onto the sheets of the bed. After a few more pumps he opened her legs and pulled back, the cool air hitting her wet lips and causing her to moan. He positioned her knees on his shoulders, she knew what came next, her body tensed, but Pike just blew a kiss toward her folds, watching her, watch him as he smiled. “What are you doing down there?!” Izzy yelled indignant. How dare he just sit there? He was in position.

Marcus was loving seeing her mad, it was perfect. He was being a bit petty for what just happened, but she also did choke on his cum, eh, it was fair. His face lurched forward and kissed her thigh before using his teeth to bite her, then lick it again. He would make sure she thought about him again while she was typing at her desk in a meeting, just like he did when she left scratches on his back. What he wouldn’t do to her to make her think of him when they were apart. His lips gently pecked her clit as he felt her knees buckle, then flicked it with his tongue, he could make her climax from just her clit, but he decided to start twirling his fingers, slipped into her cunt and turn them, not pump them. Izzy cried out his name and he smiled and a dark laugh left his lips as tongue flicked again on her clit, her hips were moving where his fingers weren’t so he pulled them back out and took a hand from her knee and smacked her ass. “Not yet, you have to stay still.” He mocked her mischievously and inserted one finger. Izzy growled, wanting more, but gave in and remained still and he slowly pumped her and forming an ‘o’ with his lips around her clit, she really did try hard not to move, but she always seem to be moving, even when she was still. It was one of the many things Marcus loved about her. He removed his finger again and replaced it with his tongue, flicking around her walls as they closed around him, his nose rubbing her clit as his eyes met hers.

“Shit, I’m almost there….Marcus!” Izzy yelled, but Marcus pulled away from her, licking his lips, she looked up at him and he leaned over her, moving up his body. “You…you…damn it…” She seethed, once was bad enough, but twice?! Izzy pinched his cheeks as he laughed, she only saw one of his hands though. Marcus used the other one to position himself at her moist sex, his tip already in, she felt him spreading her ever so much, but he stopped again. “Marcus please, let me move or fuck me…” She asked grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer to her, he slid into her and filed her, stinging slightly as he normally preps her more. She leaned into his ear, “I didn’t move my hips this time.” The office manager felt like she had a win, he had edged her a bit too much she thought. Marcus just grinned and kissed her jaw, pulling his hips back so he was halfway out.

He grabbed one of her knees to spread her even more. “No you didn’t but I’ll still fuck you any anyway Izzy.” He smiled before plunging deep into her at an angle, hitting the very back of her canal, he felt her shudder and scream his name as she came, but he leaned down, sucked on her neck as he kept pulling in and out of her at a steady pace, she wanted him to go faster, but he was dragging it out, he was going to torture her. He even slowed down when he was withdrawing from her fully and plunging deep into her again, grabbing her hips this time. Her loud moans spured him on, the louder she became the harder he fucked her until his felt his cock start to swell again. Izzy wrapped her legs around him and Marcus panicked for a minute knowing that he had been a bit too eager and didn’t put a condom on.

“It’s fine, I’m on my pills pour into me Agent Pike.” She moaned, feeling herself nearly ready to come again. Marcus turned her on her back again and hungrily kissed her lips. Slapping his thighs with hers, he grabbed one of her breasts and rolled her nipple.

“You call me Marcus, Izzy….Fuck you’re so tight.” Marcus groaned. Spreading his thick seed into her, Izzy cried from he heat as her walls sucked his cum out of him, they arched into each other, their bodies sticky and wet from each other. Marcus kissed from Izzy’s forehead down to her shoulder and that mole he had seen when he first saw her sleeping in that office. He went to move, but she held onto him.

“Marcus, don’t move yet, just stay. Please.” Izzy said quietly into his shoulder, not looking up at him. Marcus brushed some of her hair off out her face and nodded pecking her lips. Eventually, the pair went to the bathroom and freshened up and changed the sheets before getting into bed naked. “Normally I only change the sheets before you come not after.” Izzy remarked, she used humor for when she was a bit uncomfortable. Pike wrapped his arms around her as they got in bed, she turned to face him. She held his hand after giving his ass a little squeeze. Marcus laughed.

“You never did tell me how you wanted me other than to stay still Iz.” Marcus asked, teasing her a little. Izzy faked a pout and lifted his hand to kiss it.

“I want you just like this, here with me.” Marcus kissed her lips as she laid her head on his chest, his hand rubbed her back, she drifted off to sleep.

“I don’t wanna be anywhere else.” Agent Pike slipped into a deep slumber, never forgetting the warmth on his chest.

[jewish-elphaba]

Les mis for the musical thing.

ok so imma preface this by saying normally I do this all on my own (I shouldn't but I do) but for this one I just. totally and completely. forgot the name thenardier. so yeah. wikipedia had a slight assist on this one. anyways, on with the show

so jean valjean (ʒɒn vælʒɒn) steals a loaf of bread, goes to prison, and then tries to run away so he gets more prison. 19 more prison. and then he finally runs out of prison, and is on parole, with his parole officer being javert (ʒɑːveər) who is in literal love with the law

so jean is struggling™️ and can't find food when a lovely bishop is like come here my son I will give you bread and wine and Mr valjean is like OPPORTUNITY and fucking. steals the guy's candlesticks. and not only does the bishop let him get away with it, but he gives him More silver, too, on the condition that he becomes an actually good person. for once. or something.

TiMe SkIp

there's a lovely girl named fantine and I'm not spelling that phonetically bc context clues please and she's got a daughter named cossette (not spelling that 2 electric boogaloo) and so shes trying to make money however. she gets fired from her job. so she sells her locket, her hair, her teeth, and eventually, her love.

eventually some asshole is an asshole to fantine so she (the absolute girlboss) fights back and javert is like aww nawwww this bitch is NOT being a valid human being on My watch. and valjean is like bro?? shes?? defending herself???? fuck all the way off????? and takes her to the hospital.

tHEN, mr fauchelevant (faʊʃelevɑːnt) gets stuck under a cart and valjean goes and saves him and thus is the beginning of his hero complex. and javert is like. omg ur so strong can I kiss you I mean talk to you I mean um I mean uhh... um I once knew a man that hot I mean sexy i mean strong fuck anyways it doesn't matter bc we caught him his name was jean valjean and his prison number was 24601 and there is a totally heterosexual reason that I remember him and his sexy I mean impressive strength. and valjean's new and improved hero complex shows up and says no you haven't caught him. I'm him. then he promises to fantine on her deathbed that he'll take care of cossette and she dies, and javert tries to arrest him but it doesn't work.

meanwhile, the thenardiers (tenɑːʳdiːeɪs) who are basically mr and mrs krabs but eviler are taking care of cossete along side their daughter eponine. well, taking care of is the wrong phrase. more like using her. there's some clear nepotism. so they send her to fetch water in the middle of the night, and valjean sees her and goes O_o who are you and clearly she never learned about stranger danger so she goes I'm cossette :)

so valjean literally haggles a price for her and takes her home to be his daughter.

TiMe SkIp

so now it's nine years later and there's a lot of stage business going on and we are introduced to marius the booby and a now grown up eponine

the thenardiers try to scam valjean and a grown up cossette and they are not having it and then marius and cossette meet and fall in love at first sight.

javert has an angsty moment where he's like I WILL find you jean valjean and kiss you on the mouth put you back in jail

marius goes to eponine and is like eponine you know your way round town right and she's like ya and so he goes ok go find cossette?? please? oh btw eponine is inlove with him hut he doesn't know that

anyways enjolras (ɑːndʒɔɪlrɑːs) is giving a rousing speech to a group of revolutionaries and marius arrives complaining about cossette and enjolras is like marius I do not have time for this heterosexual bullshit can you please keep it in your pants for a moment while I try to avenge france. then liddol babey gavroche (gævrɒʃ) arrives announcing that a v important person is dead and the revolutionaries (called the amis del abc, or the amis) incite their revolution

then, eponine takes marius to cossette's house, and theyspend time together while eponine protects them from her parents, the thenardiers. valjean thinks he and cossette are in danger, so he plans to move them far far away. marius is very unhappy about that, and so he decides to go and die about it, so he joins to amis officially and helps them.

act 2

the amis have built a barricade and eponine wants to join them so she dresses like a boy and tries to join, bc shes sad that marius will never love her. javert arrives at the barricade pretending he wants to spy for the amis, but really he wants to spy ON them. gavroche realizes as much and shows his lawful ass up, and they tie him up and save him for later.

eponine is shot, and confesses her love to marius. shes bleeding so much that it feels like it's raining. then she dies.

the amis make a plan to kill javert and then valjean shows up and is like. I am on your side. may I please kill him. and they're like ya ok sure. which was the wrong decision bc valjean frees him. but then javert has a crisis bc a criminal just saved his life.

enj is like ok everybody stay awake we need to keep alert. except for you marius you look like you need a nap. and valjean monologues over marius' sleeping body. eventually, enjy realizes that the amis are the only ones fighting against the enemy, so he's like ok if you wanna survive, leave. and nobody leaves. and then gavroche dies and coufeyrac (kuːfeɪʳɒk) is so so so upset. also everyone else dies. enj and grantaire die in a very homosexual manner. but marius and valjean don't die. but marius is also very injured. so off to the sewers they go

valjean is like omg I gotta save this twink bc my adopted daughter cossette is inlove with him. so he carries him through the sewers to safety. and he runs into thenardier, who steals marius' ring.

when they get out of the sewers, javert is waiting for them, and valjean is like Jesus man I don't mean to cockblock your police duties again but can I please get this thing to a hospital. and javert say ok. and then he's like omg I just went against the law I am irredeemable. so he goes and dies about it.

marius and cossette have a very healthy relationship and plan to get married, and then valjean tells marius his life story, and is like please don't tell cossette, she'll be sad. and marius is like ok fine. and then valjean fucks off to do who knows what

and then they get married and thenardier arrives at the wedding and says yall dont trust valjean he's a murderer I saw him carrying a dead body and the dead body was wearing this ring and marius goes :O that's my ring. omg valjean saved me. I have to go find him

they go back and find him and he tells cossette his story and then he dies

tldr everyone dies except two people also very very gay

[themovieblogonline]

Yo Mzansi! Get Ready to LOL with "Real Estate Sisters"

Get hyped, South Africa! A brand new flick's hitting the scene and it promises side-splitting laughs with a healthy dose of township wit. Buckle up, because "Real Estate Sisters" is about to take you on a wild ride through the world of cutthroat property deals, dead bodies, and some seriously sassy siblings. This movie throws Zoe Ramushu and Leera Mthethwa into the spotlight as two down-on-their-luck sisters trying to navigate the treacherous waters of the Pretoria real estate market. Forget fancy listings in Waterkloof Ridge! These ladies are currently slinging keys to roach-motel apartments in the less, shall we say, glamorous parts of town. But these sisters ain't giving up! They hustle harder than a minibus taxi driver in rush hour, dreaming of the day they'll be closing deals on sprawling mansions instead of leaky studios. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mYMk0PCP8c And then, BAM! Lady Luck finally knocks. Our dynamic duo lands the opportunity to sell a HIGH-END mansion! The kind of property that comes with a pool, a very large living room, and even a wine cellar. Real Estate Sisters Get Spicy Here's where things get spicy. Just as the sisters are about to celebrate their big break, they stumble upon a situation that would make even the bravest sangoma (traditional healer) sweat. Let's just say a dead body and a drug syndicate aren't exactly what you write in the brochure for a luxury home. Talk about a major buzzkill! Now, the pressure's on. These sassy sisters have to navigate a hilarious mess of a dead body, shady characters, and their own competitive spirit! They do this all while trying to close the biggest deal of their lives. The trailer alone had us snorting our lunch (sorry, not sorry for the visual!), and the chemistry between Ramushu and Mthethwa is pure comedic gold. Let's be real, the hustle and heart of these sisters resonate deeply, especially for those familiar with the vibrant energy of South African townships. It's reminiscent of those strong, independent Black women we see rocking it in African American films, proving that sisterhood and determination can conquer anything, even a drug-dealing dead guy in your dream mansion. So, mark your calendars, Mzansi! "Real Estate Sisters" promises to be a laugh-out-loud riot with a healthy dose of local flavor. Keep your eyes peeled for news about the release date and get ready to cheer on these hilarious hustlers as they take the real estate world by storm (with maybe a few dead bodies in tow). This one's definitely not to be missed! Read the full article

[ess-presso]

hiya ess!👋

ur completely correct. fics based on taylor songs are superior theres just a certain... je ne sais quoi about them. chefs kiss.

and yes! cameron from 10 things i hate ab you! get urself a man who learns french for you and settle for nothing less.

fic rec! take a shot of holy water by pinkpalaceapartments (wolfstar dorlene & jily fleabag au)

tay time! sparks fly, style, & all you had to do was stay🌟

chatting time<3

i know. people thinking the trojan horse was real still baffles me especially since theyre in an UPPER LEVEL classics course. like how do you go through uni reading and learning about the trojan war and the fact that its a FICTIONAL POEM and not a historical account & still think its real. i mean i get it. i wish it was real too.

little women 2019 my beloved <3 forever obsessed with timmy as laurie and flo as amy.

and GOD i know americans can be just. so irritating. you can always tell when tourists are american because theyre SO LOUD! and the stonehenge comment? HUH? they baffle me sometimes.

and omg another cat named pixie! i guess all cats named pixie are just. heinous bitches. buts its okay because theyre cute<3

and ty for the percy/pansy fic rec ill add to my tbr <3 excited to read about them.

u know maybe killing remus is for the best. especially if youre marrying sirius i think that itself would do him in anyways.

the incest chronicles are def super long & honestly, the first main installment of the series is kinda bland in comparison to the prequels and sequels which makes it feel inaccessible bc you have to struggle through the first 6 big ass books but i promise its worth it. ive begged my friends to read it but they all refuse bc its just SO long and you know what. fair!

and yes i recommend reading the book first. i watch the movie only so i can stare at ben barnes and go "hey it's sirius" every 2 mins.

drunk procrastinators!! my bff: dont you have a paper due tomorrow? me, half a bottle of wine down & definitely has a paper due tomorrow: no

omg the scene for the quaffle & the snitch??? best believe i Will be reading.

apple turnovers for breakfast sounds so good. now im craving one.

and 4 tubs of butter?? hey i mean the drunk heart wants what it wants.

PLUTO<3 when was younger & learned that pluto was classified as a dwarf planet and not a planet i actually cried. she doesnt deserve that💔

im glad you at least got pizza out that situation. pizza can help ease the pain of any mortifying embarrassment.

and dancing in the kitchen with wine & jazz? so real. thats like, peak humanity.

yes poutine is SO good. i wont take any slander from americans who eat jello salad (to be fair i think they sell that in canada too</3... i really dont think its popular here thank god)

barty as a ravenclaw is so important to me especially when pandora is a ravenclaw too. my fav lil chaos gremlins who are also honorary slytherins❤️

omg a pink car slay. my bff had a baby blue beetle for a while and it was PERFECt well until it literally broke cause it was so old BUT being a passenger princess / dj / gps in a cute car is always the dream.

& ill watch the apprentice! hyde guy and kim kardashian lady are enough for me so i will .

platonic soulmates <3 liv (my best friend) once said she'd drop everything to take me to a mental institution if she had to (SHE DIDNT HAVE TO I WAS JUST GOING THROUGH IT!!! she did mildly threaten me though. with love ofc<3) id die for her but id also live for her.

YES GEOGUESSR! its so addicting and just really fun and educational ig. like. now i know what the rest of the world looks like! yay! & if ur shoelaces were knotted id gladly untie them for u❤️

v sorry to hear about victoria, she doesnt deserve u !!

and the guy who came out as gay? still kinda funny like. he liked me on & off for 5 YEARS only to realize he didnt actually like girls. like was i a part of that realization?? i have so many questions.

apollo & artemis!! i love them so very much. my fav siblings❤️

fancasts! andrew & ben are great, also dont like dane as peter. YOUR JAMES? i love him. very good fancast. atj & reiky are great too but i also love thomas weatherall as malakai from heartbreak high (he oozes james energy and has like. idk how to describe it but a very "james potter" smile - example here)

and omg we have the same evan and barty fancasts. hugh as evan will forever be perfect to me. hes just So Evan. maxence as barty is also just perfect i love him. elle fanning as pandora & lewis as peter>>> also annalise basso as lily. she showed up in an episode of new girl i was watching and i was like "LILY??" i also love beabadoobee as marlene. but TIMMY AS REG. hes PERFECT. no one will ever be more regulus than timmy. love that he is the one fancast everyone can agree on. also movie reg?? WHO IS THAT MAN?? I DONT KNOW HIM!!

and omg a gryffindor!! lucky. i always wanted to be a gryffindor when i was a kid but im a slytherin</3 not complaining tho. i love my fellow snakes.

orpheus and eurydice kill me ON GOD. getting the chance to save the one you love but that very love being your downfall💔💔

a soldier! i think soldier is the rarest one so thats very cool. or maybe its poet idk. i wanted to be a poet so bad but i got king. (aka eldest daughter syndrome) heavy is the head that wears the crown ig.

phone, purse, bingo tickets, notebook & headphones = essentials for sure. i wont be caught DEAD without my headphones (and phone cause i need that for music ofc) because i have to have music in my ears 24/7 or ill die.

an athena kid! theyre the coolest and i always wanted to be an athena kid. whenever i take the quiz i get either hades or athena so thats cool ig. raising the dead could be kinda fun! i already kinda dress like nico di angelo so that works for me im just missing my embodiment-of-sunshine child-of-apollo partner </3

your top 5 albums>>. tay NEVER MISSES!!

and yes soulmates! i read too much to not believe in them fr.

answering qs!

top 5 albums: (in no particular order except no.1)

the rise and fall of ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars by bowie FOREVER my number 1. i love that album more than anything in this world.

hs1 by harry styles

am by arctic monkeys

chip chrome and the mono tones by the neighbourhood

electric warrior by t.rex

(honourable mentions because im indecisive and would put these in top 5 if i could: folklore by tay, hozier by hozier, disintegration by the cure, led zeppelin iv by led zeppelin, & the dark side of the moon by pink floyd. (theres my top 10 then ig!!))

2. slytherin! like i said above i wanted to be a gryffindor so bad so i figured out which questions gave u which results and only answered the gryffindor ones (denial is a river in egypt girl....) but i decided i couldnt lie anymore and embraced my slytherin-ness.

3. erudite! ofc i always wanted to be dauntless cause theyre cool and tatted out and wear black but ig i value knowledge and shit more </3

4. this is def morbid but in ancient rome, where slavery was very much present, slaves had to wear collars (like. dog collars. so fucked up) and if a slave ran away, you could hire fugitivarii which were slave hunters. like basically bounty hunters. slaves were a huge part of roman economy and very important so obviously people didnt want them to leave but man its fucked up. anyway!

5. king! like i said before i wanted poet so bad but got king which broke my heart but yeah. i saw someone on tiktok say that kings are poets who are bound to duty . still trying to figure out what my duty is cause its definitely not reading fanfic and sitting on tumblr for several hours.

6. silver! i love gold jewelry sm but im super fucking pale and it looks bad on me so i prefer silver . i do wear gold sometimes but silver goes with any outfit so.

7. this is such a hard question cause i love them both but i think tay. shes just got so much variety for any mood so she wins. lana does too but her vibes are just different so.

8. CRUEL SUMMER VS DONT BLAME ME??? another brutal question ess youre killing me. theyre totally tied in my heart but for the sake of picking i think...im gonna have to go with dont blame me. i think the vibe of love making you crazy just fits me more. cause like yeah ill go crazy. but cruel summer my beloved you will ALWAY BE FAMOUS!!

9. my tears ricochet vs the great war.. AHHHHHH. i think my tears ricochet. i associate the great war with crimson rivers too much that i cant listen to it without losing it.

10. i love candles sm this is so hard. in the winter i love christmas tree/pine scents theyre so nice. but in the summer i have a lilac scented one that i burn and its lovely. but i also have one named after Rome that smells like fresh cut flowers thats so nice too. (rome did Not smell like fresh cut flowers when i visited, quite the opposite actually but i can pretend<3)

11. SLOW WALKERS! im a really fast walker and if people are in my way i get so frustrated. girl move i have places to be!!!!

12. kind of anything makes me laugh. dry humour and sarcasm especially but will laugh at anything especially if its dumb as hell

13. i do! its isabella which is very bland but what can you do.

14. i dont think ive ever heard anyone say hoser over here, maybe its an old person thing. but they do say eh! moreso in eastern canada. i have family over there and a lot of them say it. you dont hear it a lot on the west coast.

qs for u!

fav random marauders headcanons?

fav season?

fav subjects in school?

if u could visit one fictional world which would it be?

do u collect anything?

cardigan vs mirrorball

divergent faction?

if u were a mythological creature what would u be? (like vampire, werewolf, etc)

if u could live in any time period, which one would u pick?

whats your ideal first date?

do u play any sports?

board games vs video games? (or neither lol)

if u like art, whats your fav painting/work of art? or artist?

thats all for now! ill try not to die in the war. might be hard cause my eyesight is horrible and wearing glasses in a war seems impractical & i dont think they had contact lenses back during the wartimes. natural selection i suppose.

-bee

bee bee bee <3333

YES. Chef’s kiss honestly. I’m going to do one of those one day. Just you wait.

Man who learns French for you >>> (imagining james taking his duolingo lessons for Regulus)

A FLEABAG AU ??? WITH WOLFSTAR DORLENE & JILY ???? on god this is perfect already i love u for hitting all the right buttons on this rec.

tay tay -

spark fly - JEGULUS - ‘move like a full on rainstorm’ = regulus . Regulus is a rainstorm , wholly and fully. ‘kiss me on the sidewalk , take away the pain’ = reg’s thoughts , when he’s always in pain and only james can heal him 💔💔💔. ‘something to haunt me when you’re not around’ the sheer memory of regulus would haunt james , just like cathy haunts heathcliff.

style- JILY- this could go for literally so many ships. like wolfstar , jily , anything. I chose jily , simply because i feel that just like the hook , james and lily never go out of style. and also lily would ask him about reg , and he would tell her the whole truth & nothing but the truth. in a muggle au i totally see them as on and off and on and off until they’re finally on again and this time it sticks forever.

all you had to do was stay - JEGULUS - now, it’s probably pretty obvious. but this song to me is reg singing away after james breaks up with him.and him wishing the fact that he loved james would be enough. and feeling like ‘he had me in the palm of his hand’ and being all ‘mf crushed me by making a fist god damn.’

CHATTING <33333

the dumbness of people surprises me sometimes. IT’S A FUCKING POEM DUDE. (i wish it was real too. if it was i think I’d genuinely be like ‘how were they so dumb’ for ages )

TIMMY AND FLO 5EVER

it’s the noise , the accent and the camera for me. it’s genuinely so fucking annoying, why are you destroying such a beautiful place with your fucking flashes and noises ????

pixie is indeed a heinous bitch , and we hate each other but I lover her , really. she a real one for telling it like it is.

(it's actually surprisingly good ! it's one of my new favourite rare pairs along with Blaise/Luna (which I've only read in Isolation & Temptation on the Warfront , but loved anyways !!! ) ( recommend both of those fics btw !!!! I love them vv much !!!)

yes , unfortunately , to marry mr Sirius Black , I shall have to kill remus lupin , because he might die of heartbreak anyways.

u know what , once my mocks are over , I might take a crack at the incest series. they seem interesting , and as long as there's no incest , I'm happy to try it out !

book before the movie 5EVER. (also yes , to me at least , there's something very SIRIUS about ben barnes in dorian grey. that just IS Sirius , yk?)

drunk procrastinators for the win !!!! me , because I handed in my paper 8 minutes before the deadline , but at least I handed it in !!!!

YESSSS I AM VERY EXCITED TO WRITE THAT STORY !!!! I will be on it as soon as doa stops kicking my arse.

apple turnovers are bae - cheap and tasty , all in one <333

No but it was LURPAK. that's the kinda butter the queen (rip bae , I meant the king) would use. and also seven sticks of Toblerone , but that's worth it . Toblerone is also bae . all chocolate is bae.

PLUTO IS FAMILY. NO FAMILY IS LEFT BEHIND . I LOVE PLUTO. I PROTECT HER.

time heals all wounds ?? pswah , nah. PIZZA heals all wounds !!!

it is very much peak humanity. especially because he's taller than me , but I did keep stepping on his toes. don't think he minded too much , but honestly it was such a peaceful evening. like that was THE moment , yk ???

that's it , I shall be finding a food truck and trying poutine. (not jello salad , though. that's a crime against humanity , and whoever made that should be arrested for their crimes)

(Barty and pandora as Ravenclaws slay , but them as Slytherins also SLAY. just slaying all around.)

PINK AND BLUE CARS FOR THE WIN !!!!! lu has a black car , but it has seat warmers , so that kinda makes up for it. and passenger princesses for the win !!!! lu is the driver , and will always be the driver. I shall never learn how to drive , as long as I have him. but sometimes as a joke , I'll leave penny coins as a 'tip'. I think I'm really funny for that.

yes u must. Hyde guy is rlly hiding . like , you'll see what I mean when you see him. when you watch it , do come and tell me how you liked it !!!

platonic soulmates have my HEART. like lu has walked through aa fuckinbg rainfall to bring me a fucking turnover. and he was going to go home too??? like bro , no ???? but he wouldn't come inside , because he was wet and he didn't want to wet the floor too , so I came out and walked back to his house with him. things like that keep my faith in humanity (if he was gone , I think I'd be gone too. he is THE reason.) making me emotional and shit now. (and god damn , 'I'd die for her but also live for her' that's so cute ?? and also I so get that !!!! LIV AND LU FOR THE WIN !!! it's the L names I swear , some spice in them.

I'm actually replying to you after my first game of geoguessr , which I totally flunked , btw. I guessed Wales and the answer was fucking Spain. idk how that happens , but alright. (bro ?? making me blush and shit that's so sweet . I'd buy u an apple turnover :))) )

yes Victoria does not deserve me. I need some nice dude/dudette to do right by me.

nah imagine being someone's reverse realisation ?? like 'I kissed u and then I was gay' like bro u got some sort of power ??/ (and also I agree. very suspicious. I too have questions)

I love Apollo and Artemis too !! (them in rick riordan's books >>>)

Andrew and ben have my heart and soul I just love them a lot. ( dane isn't right , obviously , and lewis is my Peter. he just matches , yk ??) IK I LOVE MY JAMES TOO , HE'S SO PRETTY AND HE'S SO JAMES HONESTLY . (dw I don't comment that , I would never disturb him with that) atj is good for edits , as is reiky sometimes !! (sometimes people use him as desi James though , which - he's not. so I do wish they'd stop , or just say 'Somali James' !) and the smile ??/ on god , that's so jamessss. ( which brings me back to ben barnes. it's something about the way he smiles. very sirius.)

Hugh is honestly winning I love him. maxence too , but Hugh is just EVAN. (to me , at least.) and I so agree , Elle & Lewis >> . love them. TIMMY TIM AS REGGIE REG. LOVE HIM A LOT. MY FAVOURITE. (also movie reg ?? I think not.)

YES GRYFFINDOR. IT'S BECAUSE OF MY BRAVERY AND I LOVE LIONS. jk , but I love the marauders and the trio , so I'm glad to be a Gryffindor. and as u should , your fellow snakes are amazing ( most of them)

ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE !!! ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE !! LOVE BEING YOUR DOWFALL!! YOUR TRAGIC FLAW !! if u must die , let love be the reason why.

at least soldier is rare. I would've rather been the king , because I want to rule shit , not die on the battlefield. (I think every king on my fyp wanted to be a poet. literally every one. so u are one with the masses.)

MUSIC IN MY HEAD 24/7 OR I'LL DIE . so real of u , I'm listening to work song rn, and humming along with it.

Athena kids are awesome , wise n shit. as are hades kids , u guys could raise the dead. I'm going to make lu do the quiz , because he has the blonde hair n the blue eyes , so Apollo kid right there , isn't it?? let's see what he gets !!!

TAY NEVER MISSES !!! TAY IS A GODESSS !!!!!!

reviewing your q's.

ur top five albums are STELLAR. bowie on top as he should be , love him so much . HS1 altered my brain chemicals , but AMMMMMMMMM AMMMMMM . am has changed the course of my life , istg. (knee socks came up on my playlist literally right now. and lu is literally wearing his blue Lacoste top , too . this is freaky.) I've not actually heard the rest , so I gotta give them a listen. (and yes folklore and hozier >>>>> love them so so much they're so dear to me .)

SLYTHERIN SLYTHERIN. SSSSSS AND THAT. (that is also what I did , but I actually got Gryffindor , so to everyone , I am a Gryffindor. and I am one.)

ERUDITE YESSSSS. miss bee smartypants. man that's some barbaric shit , honestly.

kings that sit on Tumblr for several hours and read fic are the only ones that should exist. u are a king.

I LOVER SILVER JEWELLERY TOO. I'm wearing both atm , so it might not make sense , but I have gold and silver (prefer gold because expensive and I like expensive things. jk , if someone I love gave me silver , or even PAPER jewellery , I'd keep it forever. still have Lu's pasta necklace from when we were in year 2.)

tay does win. for me too. she just has that range , you know ??? (Lana is still mothering tho. love her.)

I am killing u . u r dead. CRUEL SUMMER FITS ME MORE !!!! I'LL TAKE CS , U TAKE DBM , AND IT'S ALL FAIR!!!

the Great War with cr ??? now I'm scared to read it ?? (my tears ricochet is my favourite song ever. like ever ever , so I agree with this opinion. I love the Great War too , though.)

lilac candles sound so nice oh my god ??? my favourite scent is the fresh cut roses one , I just rlly love that smell. (it smelt like piss , didn't it ?? just tell me now .)

slow walkers fuckin suck . my pet peeve is year sevens. always blocking the halls , the little bitches. (bless their souls , but goddamn , talk to your friends later , u silly.)

ahh Isabella . classic, I myself , have two middle names , and my mum picked one , and my dad picked the other, it's some flowery shit I swear. especially because they're from different countries , so yk. ah damn I was hoping u would be saying hoser. at least u say eh .

question time !!! -

hmmm. hmmm. I think it's gotta be that remus sat in that carriage on the way to Hogwarts in pot because the marauders always used to sit there , and to sit somewhere else would be blasphemy. also that for a second when he saw that harry had fainted , he thought it was James. heart broke.

winter. I'm a winter baby , and xmas is in winter , so it wins all around.

chemistry ! it slaps my arse , but I prefer it over the other two subjects.

Hogwarts !!! I want a magical wand too !!!

YES. I COLLECT FIFTY PENCE COINS , AND SOMETIMES THEY DON'T HAVE THE USUAL BACK , THEY HAVE SOMETHING DIFFERENT. I HAVE AT LEAST 30£ OF THEM. three of them are from lu , because he knows to give them to me. I will attach a picture of them to my next ask. (I have a Florence nightingale 2£ coin too)

CARDIGAN !!! sorry but stars around my scars > trapeze.

erudite !! just like u. makes sense because I strive for academic validation all the time. going to a grammar school really changed me dude, really really did.

I'm going to go for unicorn. because they're pretty and they can grant wishes n I love them. (sorry remus I love u too.)

if racism n sexism didn't exist , then probably the fifties. I love them , the vibe is really cool. the style , too. my second choice is the roman era , because again , that era seems special ! (and obvious as greek kids , we gotta say greek era. just need to experience it for myself , yk???)

MY IDEAL FIRST DATE !!! pick me up at my door in a nice suit/dress and give me flowers (my fave ones ) , drive me to the restaurant (French or Italian pls) and then the cinema. we watch the movie , then we go to the bookshop , and they say 'buy anything. anything' and then on the way home , they park their car , and we go on a walk and talk about life , for ages and ages , and then we buy stuff from the bakery (they know I like apple turnovers) and then kiss under the stars. if someone does this for me , I'll marry them

no unfortunately. I tried out for netball in year seven , got rejected , took it as a personal attack , and therefore just watch lu play his hockey and football from the stands. that's the extent of my sportsmanship.

BOARD GAMES. Friday is actually board game night for me and lu. busting out the monopoly board means we r no longer best friends for some time. we r enemies.

I do love art !! actually going to the Tate modern on Saturday with lu !! my favourite piece of art is 'cafe terrace at night' . I love it so much it's so special to me I love it. can imagine walking there , hand in hand with my date I love it. (might go there for my grad trip. maybe.

q's for u -

ur ideal first date ?

rep vs lover ?

hozier vs am?

do u play sports ? (pls tell me u play hockey )

favourite board game ?

take me to church vs work song ?

fave season ?

fave food ?

fave marauder hc ?

one ship u hate (hp) ?

your patronus ?

your favourite piece of art ?

ginny or luna ?

favourite restaurant ?

favourite beverage ?

[ beeeeee don't be too long I will miss u too much. I love u. (also glasses?? same ). be safe , king.]

[reilliane]

How I think some of the boys met v!mc

Diluc has been to Inazuma at least ONCE when he was a kid. Because his father's business does have some travelling around Teyvat. Since the Kamisato's takes care of events and such, they were probably invited by Mr. And Mrs. Kamisato to sell some of the dandelion wine in Inazuma. His father might bring him to join traveling for business affairs when he was a child to gain some experience. While he was staying there, he was bound to meet Ayato sooner or later. And once he meets Ayato he'll definitely meet v!mc. Since I'm assuming they're usually hanging around alot when they were still kids. When he was about to sail back, he told v!mc that he'll write letters to her every week. (When he heard that v!mc is dead he was surely heart broken, how could he not? He'll surely attend the funeral and visit her grave when he has time to sail to Inazuma)

Heizou is a detective, that lives in Inazuma, how could he not know the existence of v!mc? That's basically almost impossible except if your living under a rock. Heizou bumped (literally) v!mc when he was trying to solve a chase. It was an accidental encounter, even so he's still glad it happened. He wasn't paying attention where he was walking, and bumped into [name]. He thought the rumours were exaggerating about how pretty she is, but this proves him wrong. Now he can see why men all around would try and court her. After the encounter, he would purposely pop up here and there. Either suddenly popping up and helping her being some groceries, to popping up when she's on a walk around town. Either way he soon became quite close with her (he still isn't as close with her as ayato is) (when he heard v!mc was killed, he promised to bring the ones who killed v!mc to jail. They weren't even commended to kill any of the Kaedhara's. He visits her grave once a month, and puts a sweet pea flower on her grave (sweet pea flowers represent farewells and goodbyes and the remembrance of loved ones and close friends))

-🌿 (I went overboard with Heizou's part. I hope tumblr won't eat up this ask again 💀)

Hm, Diluc meeting Vigil!MC is interesting. If it's through trade and business the possibilities are there, yes. It won't be too high but it's a possibility, regardless.

I mean, there's this tea man in Liyue who lowkey wants dandelions-

Feiyun Commerce Guild distributes the products from Liyue into Inazuma too- wait lol for some reason I'm realizing that Mondstadt is a much more closed-off nation, isn't it-

I don't think it's high on trade at all, unlike Inazuma/Liyue-

BUT DIGRESSING, becoming penpals with Diluc sounds shucking adorable. It's nice... and tragic, because Diluc experiences something awful down the way :(

I suppose the angst part comes into play when his ideals change after the death of Crepus and he stops writing letters to MC. Since, you know, Fatui priorities.

The letters stop, but even when he's 'mellowed' out of his past, he thinks about his penpal. I'd like to tragically imagine that he learns of Vigil!MC's death through Venti, who drunkenly tells him of everything he's learned one night in the tavern.

Just the pause, then the slow encroaching blue devils. Sigh :(

-

NOW HEIZOU SQUEA-

He would've definitely heard of the renowned Kaedehime. A first-born daughter, heiress of the Kaedehara who was rumored to want to restore the family's honor? Hm~

And yes, it's really also known how- gosh shucks Vigil!MC is pretty. Like, madly pretty? She's definitely a tie with TS!MC. Her beauty also has to do with her lovely personality, who wouldn't like her 😭

I'd say that Heizou thinking the others were being so hyperbolic over their compliments about MC is soooo accurate lol. He's prolly the "give the benefit of the doubt yes but i won't believe it 100% until i see it for myself" kind o guy.

He'd say something like, "So they aren't groundless words after all.." after seeing her lol

MC, dense and confused tilts her head like, "What?"

Heizou just- "Aha! I meant, encounters such as these truly work wonders to enliven someone's day."

"Oh, serendipitous meetings, yes? Truly a wonder! :D"

Heizou: ... yes :D (i meant coming across someone like you, i guess she's as oblivious as they say, too-)

HDSAKDHAJD-

When Kazuha became a criminal and the grave penalty to execute defiers of the decree was extended, Heizou was at a loss. No one defies the Shogun but his friend had done so, courageously well, albeit to a consequence.

It isn't uncommon for criminals to face death but what's rare is for the punishment of one to extend to immediate families, so innocent MC is caught in the crossfire :(

I imagine him attempting to reason with Sara, who dispatches the soldiers upon orders of the Shogun, and stalling said soldiers to maybe buy MC some time to escape with Kazuha- but it still ended up being futile.

I'd say he worked with the Kamisato and put in a really rational debate with Sara so that MC and Tomo would be buried on Inazuman soil and not cast away in the sea.

And yes- ah, he'd visit her grave, definitely.

Sometimes he'd wonder what would've happened if he chose to openly defy the order to end the Kaedehara and helped her escape himself. But alas, those thoughts are too late to consider.

[skeilig]

Ranking every Lalo episode by how sexy he is, or: I was in the car for hours today and had to write a listicle to entertain myself.

5.06 “Wexler v. Goodman”

Lalo only has one short scene in this episode, and no dialogue, so this is basically a default choice for least sexy. However, it’s still pretty sexy that he was ready to exchange fire with up to three cops in broad daylight and only decided to surrender when a fourth cop car showed up. LOL. 

5.02 “50% Off” 

While this is the seminal Lacho episode, it is not, in my opinion, a very notable Lalo episode. However, he still has great moments including: giggling and eating snacks while watching Nacho risk his life, cooking lunch for himself and Nacho, and going all dead shark eyes on Nacho until he offers to kill his childhood friend. 

6.05 “Black and Blue”

I’m sure this is a controversially low rating. You can send me anon hate about it, but first, hear me out. The thing is, I love LALO and he’s not LALO in this episode, is he? He’s Ben from America, complete with a standard American accent and fluffy Marvel hair and a personality-devoid suit. However, this episode gets some points for buenos días, Osito :-) I’ve never wanted to be a dog so bad— [gunshots] 

5.01 “Magic Man”

His outfit in the Wernerrrr Zieglerrrr scene is actually one of my least favorites but the outfit he wears to his cartel chicken farm meeting is one of my all-time faves so it balances out. He shows a lot of ankle in this episode and makes an insane homophobic crack about Gus. Solid episode, lots of screen time. 

6.01 “Wine and Roses”

Que se chingue Bolsa, que se chingue Eladio!! Lo voy a lastimar, lo voy a lastimar como usted me dijo y después lo voy a matar, tío! I’ve been repeating that to myself for months, sorry. Solid episode, he got to kill 4 people which was probably a nice release of pent-up emotion for him. 

5.08 “Bagman” 

Out of his two prison-arc episodes, this one is slightly less sexy, but it’s still pretty good. The way he gives Jimmy a hard time about asking for $100k payment for bringing the bail, and the whole scene with Kim is insane, he’s such a creep and a weirdo but that's Not a turn-off for me.

4.09 “Wiedersehen” 

It’s about the softly-lit and softly-spoken monologue to Hector fondly recounting spine-chilling violence. His other scene this episode, at Pollos, is more funny than sexy—with the notable exception of, “I’m just shitting you. You would be crazy to go up against Eladio.” I know that line drips with dramatic irony since Gus ultimately wins but STILL, it’s so hot. I’m docking some points for his disaster ‘fit of a wrinkled untucked pale pink shirt, brown pants and blue loafers. Actually, no, adding the points back in because it’s so funny that he threw that together. Net zero points for the ‘fit. 

6.06 “Axe and Grind”

I’m trying to maintain SOME integrity with this list, and Lalo has less screentime in this episode than in most of the higher ranked episodes. But you guys get it. His five-or-so minute scene in this episode features: being a dick about the German language, wheezing on the ground, carajo I think you broke one of my ribs, and the infamous one-handed belt removal. The only reason this isn’t higher on the list is because Lalo is always SO sexy that this is like, pretty standard stuff for him. It just happens to be super concentrated, 100% strength here, all packed into one short scene. 

5.07 “JMM”

It’s partially the framing of these scenes, isn’t it? Right after Jimmy’s cute courthouse wedding he’s called in for surprise cartel lawyer duties, and Lalo—sorry, Jorge de Guzman—enters the room in his sexy orange jumpsuit and you can feel his narrative weight in each heavy, handcuff-clinking step. And that’s sexy, okay? Plot relevance is sexy. The line “time to get yourself a new motto: just. make. money.” is almost TOO good, TOO clever and on-the-nose, but the delivery sells it I think. 

4.08 “Coushatta”

Lalo’s intro scene is just… so fucking good. He crashes into the narrative at the best-worst time and enters by singing, cooking, and telling Nacho he’s going to die. Hilarious. Also he looks so good in this scene: the waist apron, the hair, his diabolical winking and smiling, his level of comfort with how visibly terrified everyone else is of him. I love that in a man. 

5.03 “The Guy for This”

I will never get tired of watching Lalo torture Jimmy, sorry, it’s the funniest/hottest thing in the world. Jimmy must be really FUN to torture, too, because he gets so nervous and squirmy and runs his mouth a lot. This isn’t meant to sound sexual but if it does, that’s… fine. Anyway. Uh. Yeah, this episode is good. Klah! 

4.10 “Winner”

This is the culmination of Lalo’s season 4 three-episode introduction arc and it’s so fun and really cements him as a member of the cast. The singing, the stakeout, the left-handedness, the road rage, the murder, the arson (in the deleted scene), and of course, “Michael? Is that you?” 🔥 🔥 🔥 

5.10 “Something Unforgivable” 

Is this episode a Lalo cringe compilation? Undoubtedly. Is it also in his top three sexiest episodes? Obviously. I love when he exhibits some emotional range and these last three episodes definitely have that. His insecurity as he works so hard to impress Eladio, and how he tries to open up to Nacho only to be immediately sent to gay super hell… He does his best thinking when everyone else is asleep. What on earth is he talking about? I’d love to find out. 

6.07 “Plan and Execution” 

Let me just copy-paste what I wrote immediately after watching this episode. Ahem *clears throat* — this was the #1 sexiest lalo episode ever, and it’s because it had the most RANGE: his sewer rat truck stop lifestyle, flip flops, SHOWER SCENE, insane-girl-vlogging, perfectly styled hair while sitting in a storm drain for the 4th day in a row, gnawing on snacks like a little rat, getting sad and calling his uncle, temper tantrum, getting played by gus and then immediately playing gus back, the fly-fishing OVERALLS?, and that JACKET is such a good look for him… also, murder–

5.09 “Bad Choice Road”

This is still the premier Lalo episode imo… I had some recency bias when I wrote the above description and upon reflection I’m bumping 607 to the #2 slot—for now. But Schnauz really tried to outdo himself and I respect that. Patron saint of Lalo girls. Cut shower scene aside, 509 has a lot of Lalo pathos, both in his goodbye to Hector and in his genuine compliment to Nacho. Of course, though, this list is about sexiness, and the Jimmy/Kim/Lalo confrontation is soooo sexy. I’m sorry women, but Lalo shushing Kim without even looking at her… 🥵 and the sound of his boots on the floor when he takes slow-deliberate steps toward Jimmy 😵‍💫 and when Jimmy says “I already told you what happened” and Lalo snaps, “Did you?” 🥴 

OKAY, that’s it, that’s the list, thanks for coming everybody. I’m still in the car.

[rumblelibrary]

Hi! I'd like to suggest some sweet fluff for Tony Balerdi. Perhaps where he's finally getting over Adam and the reader is showing him that is he is worthy of being loved. I think [Pet] and [Lace] from the non-sexual intimacy prompt list might work really well for this one?

I hope you have a wonderful day today ❤

☆° • [ 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] my muse laces their fingers with your muse’s, holding their hand

☆° • [ 𝐏𝐄𝐓 ] my muse lays your head in their lap and pets your muse’s hair

Tony Balerdi x Reader

First of all thank you for giving me the chance to write my boy Tony, I adore him and he deserves the world <3 So I am so happy to give him some tenderness

V's Drabble Birthday Celebration

Tony was alone in the empty restaurant, his jacket off on his side as he was doing some basic accounting for the evening, the season was changing, he needed to plan new decors, new publicity, also some things had to be adjusted, some walls painted and let out the enormous list of new kitchen items that Adam ordered.

He groaned softly rubbing his eyes, it was really late, his hands falling onto his temples trying to gather ideas and things to do.

The soft sound of something hitting repeatedly the big window in front of the place attracting his attention and he let out a breathy smile as he saw you.

He stood up blocking the door and letting you inside moving elegantly behind the door as habit.

“Isn’t it a bit late to keep working?”

You asked and he tried to answer but you just shut him up with a kiss and a smile “I have got you sushi”

He chuckled wholeheartedly as he rested his forehead against your “Thank you” You just smiled winking at him as he moved away to lock the door behind you as you moved to his paper covered table resting the plastic bag on side after moving some papers careful to not mix it up.

You looked up at him moving toward the kitchen, damn him, why he had to be so handsome and yet you could still see it. The leftover of something that hurt him, something that left him empty and now you were stretching your arms and legs trying to cover it. He wasn’t used to be looked after, he always had standard up on his shoulders, from his father and from others. He clearly never felt enough and you could see it from the way he reacted to the simplest acts of care.

“White wine?”

You asked as he nodded “Indeed”

He placed the glass in front of you and opened the bottle, you took off your jacket resting your back against the couch just staring at him, his moves, the way he handled the bottle, he was a professional, but he also liked to do it. That was the charm.

“Why you stare?” He asked pouring some wine into a glass and sniffing it before having a taste and nodding slowly moving to pour it to you and then refill his glass.

“Why shouldn’t I?” You just answered before beginning to pull out the little plastic baskets from the bag and handing him a pair of chopsticks “How is it going so far?” You asked casually as he stared down at the sushi still wondering about your last words. He had such a cute shy smile, damn him.

“Well, uno schifo” You chuckled as when he spoke in Italian it meant that shit was raining “I mean it, everyone asking for some thing, from the chefs to the cleaning ladies to the waiters to the damn guy selling us fish”

He groaned rubbing his temple before slowly digging into the food, he probably didn’t realise he was this hungry until you appeared with food.

“What about you?”

You shrugged “The usual, working on some translations”

You were actually glad you didn’t work in the same field, that gave Tony the chance to express himself, he loved to explain you things when he wasn’t rushing away.

“What is the thing you will like change?”

He looked at you surprised and a bit puzzled as you waved the chopstick in the air to mean changing from the place “It is not polite to wave chopsticks” “Ooopsie” you chuckled

“Anyway” he continued “I feel like it just needs to freshen up, nothing major, probably the small decors, rethinking the table settings, it is still too new to really think about it in radical terms”

You nod understanding it as you put some more uzumaki in his plate as she sips some wine.

“Maybe I can help you, you will come home earlier”

Tony looked at you, eyebrow raised “Who’s home?” “Mine, it is closer”

You smirked as he shook his head, you’re just too cute to stand.

“How can you be like that 24/7?”

You looked at him leaning your head on side “Don’t know, try to stay with me 24/7”

He rolled his eyes as you two finished eating, with your help the paper work ended up way earlier and he was putting everyone neatly into folders just a little alter as you cleaned the table.

You followed hm out as he locked the restaurant and put on the alarm.

He walked beside you, his brain still rerunning all the the had to do and has done.

You stared at him as the street was quiet and your place wasn’t far, that’s actually how you run into each other sometime ago and you still feel blessed by that casual encounter.

Your hand slowly moving to touch his, he shivered in surprise but then you slowly laced fingers together. He kept looking forward but you could see that familiar softness on his cheeks, that little burgundy colour he couldn’t blame onto the wine.

You stayed like this quietly, you didn’t pressure him into doing more or saying else. He is a reasonable man of facts, you know that he will speak when he feels comfortable or he just decides to allow himself to.

Once home you let him inside as he has been there before.

You took his jacket and hanged it nicely with yours.

“I will take a shower if you don’t mind”

You nodded at him handing him some clothes for the night and just some hangers for his knowing he won’t like how you hang them anyway.

As you heard the water run in the shower you got changed into something more comfortable sitting in front of the tv to watch some replicas of old tv shows.

You looked up when he appeared all fluffy and casual.

“I am sorry, I am really tired”

He was so monosyllabic at times you wanted to tickle him, but you opened your arms as he moved closer sitting beside you.

“No, I mean it, I will have to wake up early and..”

You pushed hm to lay down, head on your lap “Now watch 'Murder She Wrote’ in silence or we won’t get who is the murderer”

He chuckled as you said that so bluntly, he leaned his head down and found his perfect position as you run your fingers through his silky hair gently pulling them only to massage him better on his scalp.

He let out a relaxed sigh as he was happy, he has never been this happy before but he was. He felt protected and for the first time he had the sensation that he could let down his defences.

He looked up at you and you smiled down at him “You’re beautiful, I am so lucky to call you mine”

He blushed and looked down slowly hugging your waist with his arm and giving you a squeeze as he kept silent, but you didn’t need words to understand.

[literaphobe]

BROOO DID YOU HEAR ABT THE SHIT THAT HAPPENED TO SYKKUNO OFF STREAM SDKLGSH I WAS SO WILD IM. First he gets fucking kidnapped, held hostage, and killed multiple times and ludwig sells a date w/ him to shroud for help and then like he escapes all on his own?? just by himself?? just walks out of there even tho hes been like looted and stripped??? and they do an oil rig and everyone dies except him and welyn and they're out of bullets, but he solos it and kills the enemies w/ a KNIFE? against GUNS?

YES i was literally watching the oil rig incident live through his friends’ streams and i was on ludwig’s stream watching him hold a funeral for rae who died (*loots her body then plays funeral music and salutes as he starts speaking* “this is for valkyrae.... maybe one of our weakest soldiers..... but she was STILL a soldier. we’re all proud of her for not killing one of us this time...... we’re just sad that it had to be her that fell instead. long live rae. ALRIGHT NOW FUCK EM UP FUCK EM UP FUCK EM UP” *instantly gets shot by enemy soldiers*)

it was so FUCKING funny. but then LUDWIG DIED. so i went to ash’s stream. and she was hiding behind this door w v little health as sykkuno begged her to help him because he literally ran out of bullets and something happened to his gun i think?? so he only had his knife. and ash tried to run out and save him BUT THEN SHE DIED. and only sykkuno and this guy named welyn was left so i had to search him up on twitch. and then even he couldn’t help sykkuno because his game was lagging. so he was hiding in this safe room as sykkuno freaked out and kept stabbing soldiers. it was so funny. everyone was on this helicopter all like HANG IN THERE SYKKUNO WE’RE ON OUR WAY TO HELP but then when they got there sykkuno fucking killed everyone already with his knife 😭😭 it was so funny

and then sykkuno didnt even want any of the cool loot? he was just like oh i kinda want this rifle gun and shroud was so grateful to sykkuno and so proud of him that he threw his rifle down immediately. the funny thing about shroud’s team’s alliance with sykkuno’s team is that shroud is SUPER good and an actual pro who carries the oil rigs. sykkuno’s team has people like RAE who KILLS HER OWN TEAMMATES BY ACCIDENT so like. shroud doesn’t even need sykkuno’s team but he always brings them along?? it’s kinda sweet

ok but speaking of the oil rigs remember YESTERDAY FJDDJDJ the first oil rig. corpse logged onto the game a lil later than the others and was at the home base and sykkuno was like “TURN THE HELICOPTER AROUND WE GOTTA PICK UP CORPSE. ITS CORPSE U GUYS WE CAN’T JUST LEAVE HIM BEHIND WE NEED HIM FOR THE MISSION” and then three people fall out of the helicopter during the ride to the oil rig and sykkuno says NOTHING and what happened?? what fucking happened??? all corpse had was a ROCK and sykkuno was like oh corpse come here and hide in this bathroom aha remember phasmophobia :) hehe ok stay here i’ll go kill the enemies and come back for you!! like corpse is the actual baby of the group i swear 😭😭

OK THE KIDNAPPING PART. that shit was so crazy sykkuno had just logged on and then suddenly xqc kidnaps him? and holds him hostage? to the whole server? and everyone regardless of team was like HOW DARE U TAKE SYKKUNO. HES INNOCENT. HE DID NOTHING WRONG UR DEAD. and shroud was like “we need proof that u ACTUALLY kidnapped sykkuno. if ur lying, we’re sending in a hit man. if ur for real, that’s WORSE. And we’re sending everything after u 😡” and rae was so cute freaking out telling everyone that they have to go help save sykkuno 🥺 only for sykkuno to. escape????? by like walking out????? idk how he did it i haven’t seen any clips of that but the fact that everyone was so ready to send in the cavalry to save him only for him to escape on his own was so funny

anyway ludwig low key pimping out sykkuno to shroud in exchange for killing xqc(?) was a lil weird but tbh kinda funny especially given shroud’s response. ludwig was like what’s the best reward?? it’s FRIENDSHIP. not MY friendship, sykkuno’s friendship. a date with sykkuno. and at first everyone thought lud meant that sykkuno was consenting to a date w anyone and that he was essentially giving shroud a voucher that he could sell? and ludwig was like oh no a date with YOU bro and shroud was like hmmmmmm and ludwig was like yeah you can wine him, dine him, 69 him and shroud was like wait did sykkuno agree to all of this? does he know :( i don’t want this if he doesn’t know about it and ludwig was like oh shit yeah lemme go ask him 😭😭

[elenamegan14]

Twisted Wonderland: Headcanons for Dorm Haunted Houses Pt.7 - Pomefiore

MASTERLIST

Part 6 

Warning! A slight spoiler from Twisted Wonderland Ch. 5.

THE ATTRACTION:

This dorm, out of all others, is the most AESTHETIC haunted house anyone had ever seen. 

And of course, they go for the vampire theme, because... DUH. 

It’s a masquerade vampire museum theme.

They all wore elegant haute couture costumes based on Parisian evening wear and masks made out of gold-encrusted embroidery and diamond crystals. EXPENSIVE AF. 

They were also the only dorm to have pre-show photo sessions with the staff and Vil before their haunted house event starts. Days before they opened their haunted house attraction, Vil marketed his team with an exclusive fan autograph and photo signing event to boost the popularity of their dorm’s haunted house. They have tickets for each type of signings, and the Deluxe Golden Ticket allows guests to take a signed picture with Vil and Rook. 

Beside the standard merchandise, Pomefiore created a special photobook centered on the main “vampires” of the dorm. Vil had to interfere when Pomefiore students got into a huge fight over who gets the most highlight in the photobook - the dorm leader already got dibs on the centrefold.  

Yes, it does sell like hotcakes. 

Vil made ten girls faint when he does a little fanservice for them. Like, licking his bloodied lips - exposing his fangs, or blowing a kiss at them during the pre-event signing.

EPEL JUST CRINGED.  

This is the reason why Epel refused to participate as an actor. He’d rather risk his life than to, as he put it: 

“I’m not whoring myself out and I refused to be dolled up like a prostitute.” Epel, PLEASE. 

He had to fight Vil for it, but after one compromise from Rook, Vil relents. He already got a vampire costume for Epel. 

Finding Pomefiore’s haunted house is not that hard (aside from the screaming and giggling fangirls). They just have to follow the search lights from the distance, when they came across a Greco-Roman museum having their premiere night out. 

Plastered on the front of the haunted house is Vil posing elegantly with his fangs out, drinking a drink that resembled blood. For fanservice reasons, Rook had rested his head onto Vil’s lap, the chisel that he showed is stained with clay and blood. The group immediately guessed correctly what their theme is. 

“Vampires, huh?” MC slowly raised a wooden stake and a hammer that they had prepared earlier just for this haunted house. 

Ace won’t lose. He brought out garlic. Jack immediately leaped ten feet away from him - dogs can’t eat garlic too, Ace. 

“GUYS, They’re not real.” Deuce slapped his forehead. 

“Who said that one of them MIGHT not be real?!” Grim fashioned a cross made of sticks, something that his brain cell had thought for the first time in forever. 

Epel just… grabbed a handful of herbs: parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, “Meemaw said these little things can protect us from evil spirits!”

“Epel, this is a haunted house, not a cooking show. Get your act together.”

In the first act, guests went inside an elegant greco-roman museum where several handsome vampires greeted the guests - it’s the opening night for Rook’s sculpture exhibition. They came across a main gallery of elegant gold, red, purple, black and marbled interior aesthetic. On the side, guests could see that while some food is lavishly decorated, the wines are pungent with dripping red blood…

Sometimes they could see scare actors acting like vampires - either they bite guests sensually fun fact: this dorm had received numerous mail of willing female volunteers as scare actors willing to be bitten by or given a chance to bite these pretty boys or they can also witnessed screaming victims being mauled by a group of vampires behind the curtains. It’s not pretty. 

When guests entered the art section, the paintings changed from something beautiful to grotesque. Just like the changing paintings in Disney’s Haunted Mansion. Grimm is seriously creeped out when a painting of a beautiful woman turned into a monstrous medusa. 

Sometimes ‘vampire’ and ‘painting monster’ actors would jump out from the painting itself, so be careful with paintings that stayed still!

That goes the same with statues too. Scared the living daylights out of MC’s group. 

The last stage of the haunted dorm are the halls of mirrors that lead them to a giant ballroom where Vil sat on the throne made of gold. Preserved corpses of his “pretty” victims were left hanging up on the ceilings. A large decayed painting of Vil is looming behind the throne, constantly changing from young Vil to a decayed corpse. 

Don’t be fooled by the mirrors. If you approach one of the mirrors, a “monster” will come out bursting from it. 

Vil’s vampire costume is “OH NO, HE’S HOT!” personified. Elegant cape, flawless make and those luscious lips with fangs that seemed to invite everybody…

As Azul said, screams of awe (translation: squealing) is also counted. 

Vil beckoned his visitors to come closer. One girl immediately ripped off a piece of her clothing, exposing her shoulders and shouting “Take me! I’m YOURS!” at Vil. 

Oh, Vil does not just stop there. He will pick a “victim” out of these guests or participants, then “bite” them, earning more screams. One of his “victims” fainted from too much excitement and had to be carried out on a stretcher. 

THE MISSION:

According to the lore, this art gallery was once a mausoleum for all of the deceased nobilities. Strangely, the poor gravekeepers that survived their nights there mentioned that their corpses seem to stay ‘fresh’, as if they are alive. 

One day, a very beautiful man who is known as the Museum Director (“That would be our dear, Roi de Poison,” Rook explained proudly before someone dragged him away from spoiling further) had decided to renovate the mausoleum into an art gallery. Many artists and high-class society considered this place as the number one spot for gaining infamy, parties and connections. However, strange things kept happening - people kept disappearing, statues and paintings that seemed to resemble the missing people and some occasionally, young women and pretty men found with their blood drained in the same area as where the art gallery is. 

Their mission is to escape from the mansion and if possible, defeat the heck out of Vil and his minions, ESPECIALLY ROOK. 

For the first phase of the mission, they have to enter a special room in a gallery made for the participants to steal the charm inside a small chest box - the workshop of the sculptor himself. The key is left hanging on Rook’s neck. 

Someone had to distract Rook while others have to steal the key from Rook’s neck without him noticing - OR ELSE HE’LL CHASE YOU. 

This is a mission that requires a lot of teamwork and courage. Why? BECAUSE ROOK IS SCARY AF AND WILL HUNT ANYONE DOWN ONE BY ONE. 

Also, these guys will be hit by paralyzing magic for around fifteen minutes, becoming the statue victims to be placed on the gallery. 

One last survivor of a group of participants is left alone, crying like a baby as Rook prowls amongst the statues. Even Ace notes that’s very cruel, even for Rook. 

“We need someone fast enough to escape and pretty enough for Rook to take notice-” Everybody stared at Epel. That day, Epel swore vengeance on Grimm. 

It’s a good thing that Epel is carrying all those “vampire extermination” kits from the group. As Rook madly laughs and sings, ALL COVERED IN FAKE BLOOD, Epel’s heart rate just increased 100x.

Meanwhile, MC’s group had a lot of hard time getting the key from Rook’s neck- he’s just too fast, damn it!

Deuce finally decided on the oldest trick in the book: he tripped Rook. Then they dogpiled on him. MC managed to grab the key, ran all the way to the chest to unlock it, just as soon as Rook managed to escape from their grasp and ran after MC. 

“Okay! Now might be the good time for you to take that charm and get out of here… quickly, QUICKLY!” Grimm, your panic attack does not help MC one bit. 

MC finally got the charm, hallelujah. They ran out of the room immediately, Rook almost got Ace’s hair. His laugh still rings all across the wall. Epel finally got his vengeance by putting Grimm in a headlock for turning him into bait before MC finally broke them off. 

Once they escaped from the gallery, they entered a lab. This is where the REAL mission began. 

Now the guide told us that Vil had been sucking up youth from beautiful men and women in his castle. So they were told to prepare a ‘poison’. A ‘poison’ for Vil. A ‘poison’ specifically made to weaken Vil. Vil’s ‘poison’. 

Rumor has it that he has a personal painting where the painting of himself ages, and the only way to defeat him is to throw that said potion to that painting. 

To get the charm, they have to “recreate” the Queen’s famous “Peddler’s Disguise” potion by adding each ingredient into the cups that are already prepared. Then they have to present it to Vil. Each student must come in one by one just so the others won’t be spoiled. 

Getting the ingredients is easier than it’s done. In order to “prepare” it, they must unscrew the taps of each ingredient inside a liquid container. 

“I wonder what this one does-” MC unscrews tap - a loud, high-pitched scream blasted right on their face, leaving behind only a shocked MC with their hair standing up. “...well, now, that took ten years of my life.”

Ah, the host also forgot to mention that unscrewing the taps would trigger different scare effects like sudden gas air blown at you, squirted by black ink, high-pitched screams, and crone’s cackles in a sudden manner, so yeah, fuck you, Pomefiore. 

Also, the thunderbolts are real, so you get the tingling sensation on your hands aside from the loud thunderous noise and flash of light. MC felt that at least six students had a heart attack on this part. Deuce mentioned that his life flashes before his eyes. 

Plenty of students had scrambled out of this task. At least they got the potion ready. Now they just need to splash it at Vil’s painting. 

Well, good luck with that. Most girls (or guys) failed this task. Or at least deliberately failed just to get a “bite” from Vil. I mean, have you seen how alluring he is? 

It seems that Vil had also sprayed himself with a perfume that would knock all five senses off anyone. Along with a few aphrodisiac essences. 

It’s not just Vil they have to worry about. All of the participants have been shrieking to near death when the monsters came out bursting from the glass and took them inside. Jack apologized to one scare actor after he instinctively punched one. Well- so does Ace and Epel, but what do they care? 

When they finally reached the throne, they underestimated how incredibly beautiful Vil is. Like, he’s already pretty in everyday life, but now he’s ten thousand times more sexier than they all ever knew - alright, where do all these words come from? Why are they praising this crusty peacock more than they ever did?

Before they knew it, they were already starting to approach Vil unconsciously. He’s charming them with his sweet, sweet words.

Vil seems to be out for MC. First he gave a kiss on the back of their hand before sweeping off their feet in a mock dance. HIS FANS ARE JEALOUS AF. 

But then Deuce noticed that when guests and participants came to Vil like moths to a lightbulb, OH MY GREAT SEVEN, JACK IS CARRYING THE POTION VIAL. VIL IS COAXING HIM. HE’S ABOUT TO DROP THE ENTIRE POTION THAT THEY PAIN-STAKINGLY HAD CREATED-

“Do something!” Epel tried to slap some sense to Jack, shouting at both MC and Grimm.

Ok, think. MC needs an idea. Finally, they got one. You know, MC hates to do it, but it’s the only way to distract Vil. 

“NEIGE LEBLANCHE IS THE FAIREST OF ALL!” MC cupped their hands and shouted through it. 

Well, that did the trick, because Vil seemed to stop in his tracks (if the gasps from onlookers did not count), and did a 180 degree head turn directly at MC. 

“What… DID YOU SAY?” Gone is the suave, flirty vampire king Vil - in his stead is a raging, monstrous man with the fury of a thousand rabid peacocks. Welp, MC’s in trouble now. 

But it did buy Epel at least a few seconds to splash the “painting” with the “poison”, therefore clearing the last stage. 

Once Vil saw they finally did it, he gave out a rave performance of him being vanquished. He disappeared in the smoke. 

They don’t know if they should feel glad or not. His fans however… became murderous.

MC’s group had to run away from a horde of angry Vil fans. It took Rook (and Vil) himself a good five minutes to calm them down. By then, MC’s group had already run away.

Vil’s bites are nothing compared to his vicious piranha-like fans, Deuce noted. 

In the aftermath of Pomefiore’s haunted house, Epel swore vengeance upon Vil himself. If poison won’t kill him, then throwing him off the cliff during a thunderstorm sounded good as well. 

But their feet turned cold and felt all on their faces drained - they just finished Pomefiore. All of the other dorm houses there are just the preparation for an even bigger threat- there is one dorm whose haunted house reportedly to be so horrifying, that during preparation, there are rumors that the prefect had actually summoned REAL monsters to help the dorm to win. 

The dreaded haunted house of IGNIHYDE. 

[darylandbethfanforever9]

Devil’s Backbone

Devil’s Backbone

Chapter 5 

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+

Warnings: Smut, violence, past flashbacks of sexual assault, descriptions o torture, racial hate and forced abortion. Not Tony Stark friendly.

Relationships: Bucky/OC, Steve/Natasha, Billy/Wanda/Grant, past Clint/Laura, eventual Clint/Yelena and Frank/Karen.

Summary: In the aftermath of the Blip, Bucky struggled to find his place among the world and the Avengers. However, when he is sent on a mission to Madripoor to investigate a young woman, he starts to realize that maybe his past isn’t too far behind him. Co-Written with WalkingPotterGirl14

Nat was acting weird. Clint usually was a very noticeable guy. He may be the man that never misses, but he was also the man that could read people like a book. And right now, Nat was acting very much not like herself, even with her usual stoic face.

He felt like she was hiding something from him and Laura, which made him conflicted. He knew Natasha's past with the Red Room was horrific, but she was keeping something secret, and had been on the phone to a woman last night. She usually never went on calls late at night. Sighing, he texted Laura to let her know that he was alright and that the kids were settling into school. After Tony had exposed their location to Thaddeus Ross, he'd had to move them to the outskirts of New York. He frowned when he saw Natasha in the conference room, running the facial recognition software. The tech had been created by Pym Industries and X-Con Security Consultants, as Stark Industries' facial recognition software was for more expensive and didn't always work. "What are you doing, Nat?" he asked quietly. Natasha ignored him as he entered the room. She was reading a file that was in Russian. "Trying to find out who this mysterious woman is, Clint. Steve isn't exactly talking to me right now, so I have to do this on my own," she answered harshly, causing him to grimace at her answer. Steve and Natasha's relationship had become strained after she had survived Voromir and revealed that she had been pregnant. Then she had suddenly broken up with Steve, devastating the man. He knew how much Steve loved Natasha. He'd been a shell of himself after Natasha had supposedly died. The man was far more guarded now and simply kept things civil with Natasha. "You should have told him, Nat. He loves you and it clearly shows in the way that he looks at you," he argued firmly, trying to understand why Natasha was acting this way. Natasha refused to acknowledge Clint's words. She knew Steve loved her, but she just didn't feel like she wanted children. She was upset that she had miscarried, but she hadn't been sad in the same manner as Steve had been.

Ana had gotten ready for Sharon's art gallery. She had decided to wear a red dress for tonight made with red satin and had a V-neck. It would partially show the faded burns on her chest, but no one would hardly notice them. She didn't like thinking about the burns, or the agony they had caused. It was better to just forget about it. She finished applying her makeup, adding some eyeliner and grabbed her handbag. She had put a knife in there, along with her cell phone and lipstick, before heading out. The car was waiting for her outside the building, and with a quiet smile, it drove her across High Town to where Sharon lived.

Bucky had left Sharon’s after a little but to head back and get ready for the real art show tonight. While he did, he had memorized everything for the mission, including his backstory and the reason as to why he was in Madripoor, looking at himself in the mirror. He'd showered, and let some slight stubble grow on his face for tonight. He was wearing a black blazer, black trousers, and a black shirt. He nodded to himself as he left the bedroom and said goodbye to Alpine. The cat meowed at him affectionately, before going to sit on the bottom of the cat bed. He'd made sure that no one would be able to break into the house, using the security system to its best advantage for heading out. He left his place after making sure he had everything that he needed, including his gun, a knife, and keys. He walked to the motorcycle, getting on, and quietly drove to Sharon's house.

The party was in full swing when Ana arrived at the house. She smiled at Conrad, who had already arrived and was with his girlfriend. He raised a glass to her from the corner as she approached. Sharon was showing a client some beautiful paintings as she wandered around, admiring the art gallery. She was about to ask Sharon about a Van Gough painting when a strange silence fell over the room as most eyes headed towards the door. Curiously, she turned around to see a young man with short dark brown hair, dressed in clothes that made it clear he was part of the Russian Mafia. Her brow raises in surprise. His eyes though were what caught her attention. They were a dark grey, like a wolf's eyes. She couldn't shake off the feeling…that they had met before but where? No, no way. She hadn't met anyone like that. Or at least…her memory sucked. "Everyone, this is one of my clients who has come from Moscow, Russian. His name is Yakov Surkov," Sharon said calmly, introducing the man, who nods. Ana got the sense that this man was dangerous. "He's a Russian mobster," Conrad whispers to her discreetly as they turned back around. "He doesn't do the usual Mafia stuff, but he sells weapons to resistance groups who fight dictators." She raised an eyebrow at his words, watching the man intently as he walked up to the bar to get a drink. She wasn't surprised when he ordered a Ruskova vodka to drink. The party returned to normal quickly after, with many people returning to what they had been doing. She excused herself from Conrad, whispering that one of the paintings he was looking at would be hers to which he laughed, and sat at the bar contently. She enjoys her glass of red wine, when she got the sense that someone was watching her. She glances up and feels herself smile when her eyes dance across the room at Yakov, who had been looking directly at her. Without breaking contact, he downs his drink before standing, walking over to her. Ah, a man of confidence, she could see. However, as he moved closer, a weird sense of peace settled over her. Conrad had told her who he was, what he did, but coming over to her, she didn't feel fear. In fact, his eyes almost felt familiar. It was such a strange sensation. But even so, she didn't let it show on her face. "You came over her nice and quick," she remarks, her brow raising. "Almost like you're on a mission." "What can I say? When I see something, I like, I know what I want." Okay, now that brought some colour to her cheeks. He was smooth. "For a Russian man, your English is very good." "I've been around them enough in the past for me to know. Takes some practice but you learn to work with it well." He reaches out and holds her hand, bringing it to his lips in a kiss. "Yakov Survok." Oof, he was pulling out all the stops. She couldn't remember the last time she had been treated with such respect from a single man. Surely not of this year, that's for sure. However, she still had her smarts ahead of her, and knew that it wouldn't be too brilliant if she gave out her regular name. So, she instead smiles and states back another name. "Maria Kapitonova. It's a pleasure to meet you." He lowers her hand again, smiling. "A pleasure to meet you as well." He glances around and gestures to this. "You been going to this for some time? I've never seen you around." "You've been here before?" "Couple of occasions," Yakov states quietly. "Usually for business reasons, but I've been to Sharon's a couple of times, trying to find the right piece for back home. However, I recently decided to move here all together." Ah, so he was in the area? Good to know. "To be honest, I haven't been here that often," she states lightly. "I only just recently showed up in the city…had some high friends in some good places so they got me into this big shindig. Sharon is a nice woman…smart one too." "That she is," he agrees before raising an eyebrow at her. "So, you're new to Madripoor?" "I am, yes." "Well, obviously you do know the city…isn't necessarily safe." Ana chuckles a bit. "Trust me, I know. But I think it was exactly what I needed. A change of scenery. Last place I was in was far too cold." The man snickers a bit. "I've heard that the summers in Madripoor are beautiful. I look forward to it." She looks back at him. "Then why did you move here?"

"As you said. A change of scenery," he agrees lightly. "It can be quite cold in Russia too." Ana smiles a bit and nods. "That is true…I've been there as well. All over the world. It's almost like people, in a way." At his furrowed brow, she continues. "Every person has warm and cold parts in a way. When you're close to someone, you get to see their warm parts, but if you anger them, the cold parts emerge, as vicious as ever. But even in the cold you can find warmth sometimes, and coldness withing the warmth – if that makes any sense." She found herself chuckling at the end. "I'm sorry. Maybe the wine is getting to me." Yakov chuckles before shaking his head. "No, I…I get it, really." He glances at the ground. "God knows I've had my fair share encounter with warm and cold places within me." Ana could see a bit of a fight in his eyes, glancing at the ground. He clearly had some sort of past, and for a moment, she forgets that they were practically strangers and reaches out, squeezing his arm. It causes him to look up. "We all do. That's the beauty of people. They're complex and wonderful in every way. If you're not willing to accept all parts of someone, then why even try?" That causes him to smile as well, although this one was smaller. "That is true…a beautiful statement for a beautiful woman." Ana rolls her eyes. "Now you're just saying that." "I mean it," he argues back, but there was a certain twinkling in his eyes that had her smiling. She takes the last sip of her wine, standing. "Well…thank you, Yakov." She clears her throat, remembering that she wasn't here to flirt with men. She needed to focus on actually getting the art she needed. "I have to use the restroom, but after that I plan to peruse the art here. Do you want to join me?" "I'd love to," he answers back with a smile. "Good," she responds back, offering her own grin before turning around, grabbing her purse, and heading to the restroom. Jeez, she hadn't felt something like that in…God knows how long. She wondered what Yakov had to offer her. Maybe being friends with a mafia man would benefit her greatly.

God-fucking-damn, she was gorgeous. As soon as Bucky had arrived back at Sharon's place for this whole party she was throwing for the art, she had directed him directly to where the mystery woman she knew was sitting at the bar. And while Bucky of course followed up on her and began to talk to her, trying to learn her name – Maria, of all things, but he knew that was most likely a front – and all about her for his own case, he couldn't deny the beauty that she had.

She had the most beautiful eyes that he had ever seen, a light grey that he compared to opals. She had wavy dark brown hair that was almost black but had a mahogany colour. She was tall, but barely reached his height. The red silk dress flattered her figure and emphasized the curves she had. He noticed a few men were watching her as she left for the restroom, her hair glowing in the disco lights. She was most certainly a looker, that was for sure. "Enjoying the party, Yakov?" a voice asked with amusement. He turned around to see Sharon had come over to the bar, and had ordered herself a Piña colada, eying the drink that he was drinking. "It's enjoyable, Miss Carter. And I just met the delightful Maria Kapitonova. She's a charming young woman," he answered smoothly as he saw a young woman with blonde curly hair enter the art gallery and go to the restroom. "That she is. She's friendly with Conrad Mack, the Smiling Tiger, Melissa Gold who is known as Songbird and two hackers called Polina Astakhova and Evan Drake. She's making a name for herself in this city - plus she's laid down some ground rules for everyone," Sharon said impressed. After a moment however, she turns him around, looking at him carefully. "Be careful, Bucky. She's not like most of the people who live here but she's dangerous. She's killed at least three folks who didn't abide by the new rules," she said warningly. Before he could reply, Maria returned from the restroom, her bag in her hands. "I'd love to see the new art collection you've acquired. Sharon, I heard from Conrad and Melissa that you have some art nouveau pieces?" Maria asked curiously. She'd loved the art nouveau art and architecture. Bucky takes her up on that. "I'd like to see this art collection as well, Sharon. I have a deep fondness for Art Deco, and Art Nouveau style," Bucky added, genuinely interested. Sharon smiled, as she showed them the collection upstairs, moving along gracefully through the halls until they arrived where it was. Bucky admired the paintings on the wall, knowing fully well that these paintings and sculptures were the real deal. Most of the paintings and sculptures in the museums and art galleries, including the Louvre, were elaborate fakes. "I'll take those and some of your Asian Art collection as well, Sharon," he answered smoothly, handing her a wad of cash in Russian ruble. She smiled at him as she took it. "You have great taste," she mutters to him, to which he chuckles. Both of them saw Maria admiring the one of the paintings on the wall, before she turns to Sharon. "I'd like to buy this and a few other pieces," she said softly. Sharon smiled and arranged to have them sent to her house, as well as Bucky's place.

The party continued going on in their absence. Bucky noticed that some people were smoking marijuana. He didn't have a problem with people taking it. He knew Leah smoked the painkiller to help relive her back pain she'd gotten from a car accident during the Decimation. It had nearly paralyzed her. He glanced up at the grandfather clock to see the time and was astonished to see it was 2:30 AM in the morning. He saw a young woman with silver hair that had pink highlights at the front, and she came over to greet Maria. So she was using an alias to keep her real identity a secret? On that he didn't blame her. If Thaddeus Ross found out that there was another survivor of the Red Room aside from Natasha and Yelena, then things would get ugly. He would check in with Steve, Sam, and Wanda along with the others tomorrow. He went to say goodbye to Sharon and Maria, and found them talking to Conrad Mack, his girlfriend Jeannette and Melissa. "You heading off, Yakov?" Conrad asked amused. The Russian mobster had a cat that he was fiercely protective of. God help the idiot who tried to hurt it. They'd have the White Wolf hunting them down, like John Wick. "Tired from the flight. The party was wonderful Sharon. And it was lovely to meet you, Maria," he said smoothly, kissing Sharon on the left cheek. She flushed, chuckling a bit. Deep down Bucky hoped Sam wouldn't get upset about that. He knew there was something brewing between the two. He smiled at Maria, shaking her hand. He could smell her perfume from where he was. It smelt of lilies, red roses, and cherry blossoms. "I hope to see you again, Yakov," Maria said softly. He smiled at her as he watched her go inside and got onto his bike before taking off.

Steve, Sam, Wanda, Clint and T'Challa were in the conference room with Fury looking over the photos. They had been taken by Bucky when he had been at Sharon's art gallery. "Ok, so I've identified most of the guests at the party. Conrad Mack also known as the Smiling Tiger, was there with his fiancé, Jeanette Deveraux. Now, believe it or not, his criminal record isn't that bad. He sells marijuana to people on low incomes, and he is an arms dealer, but he sells weapons to Algeria, where there is a civil war going on due to the former prime minister coming back and trying to make a dictatorship," Amy explained patiently. "What about the chick with the gorgeous breasts and pink highlights? Did our Manchurian Candidate I.D. her as well?" Tony asked rudely, causing most of the team to stare at him in disgust at his cruel jibe towards Bucky. "Stark, don't call Bucky that. It's insensitive and unkind," Sam said firmly, before Steve could speak in defense of his friend. Tony had becoming very unkind towards Bucky since he had joined the Avengers. Tony started laughing at Sam's words, an expression of disbelief, contempt and disgust on his face. "Oh I'm sorry, Wilson - or wait is it Captain America? You think I shouldn't be unkind and insensitive to the bastard who strangled my mother to death and is the reason the team broke up?!" he shouted angrily, slamming his fist on the table. The piece of furniture rattled violently, and Peter squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. "It wasn't Bucky's fault, Mr. Stark. He is as much as a victim of HYDRA as were your parents," T'Challa said compassionately, but firmly to the man. "I don't care. He killed my goddamn mother! Because of Barnes and the man who I call father, I lost my mother, and Rogers had the nerve not to tell me!" Tony raged, his face turning red with anger. "When could I tell you, Tony?" Steve asks. "I didn't know if Zola was telling the truth at the bunker, and everything was a mess. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, sooner. Truly, I am. But you wouldn't answer my calls after retiring from the Avengers and the Accords happened," he reasoned calmly, trying to keep his temper. "Barnes should be rotting in the Raft or be fucking dead. He's a murdering, sociopathic bastard who ruined my life! He's the reason why Morgan doesn't have a grandmother!" Steve's hands turn to fists, but he refuses to yell. He wouldn't stoop so low as to lose his temper. So instead, he stands, aiming at him. "You don't think that Bucky feels that every day? You don't think he hasn't apologized and tried to make amends with every damn person he's hurt in the past? If anything, you don't even have the right to talk, because you've had so many people that you have hurt in the past as well. Do you deserve to be rotting away?" "You want to know everything I've done for this organization? For this country? I know that we've hurt others and we've tried to redeem that by singing the Accords and trying to make things right! Barnes was a literal psychopath that, just because we choose to believe what the Wakandans did, he's out there right now just living when he could snap at any moment!" T'Challa raises an eyebrow. "Are you questioning the power of Wakandan technology?"

Tony sighs and raises a hand to T'Challa. "I have nothing against you or your power, your highness. Your tech is great. My issue is with the current former assassin that is on the streets!"

"Will you two sit down!" Fury snaps angrily, causing the two of them to let out a puff of anger before doing so. "I know that you two don't get along but for the love of God get your damn selves together, because if don't figure out what is going on, then we might have another fucking breach." He angrily waves his hand. "Tony, the rest of your team head out and do a bit more research on Madripoor. Steve, called up Barnes and get more info. And when we get back, you two act like fucking adults."

"Yes, sir," was a collective muttered response.

Steve saw Tony glare at him before getting up, heading out with the others. Steve goes to talk to him but feels someone reach out to him, and he turns to see Wanda, shaking her head.

"It's not worth it," she says softly.

Steve sighs before running a hand along the back of his head, and turning around. "You're right." He looks to Sam and Wanda, who then he nods towards the meeting room. "Let's go call up Bucky."

[lu-undy]

Request #5

"Mundy goes to the pool on a hot day and a certain someone catches his eye, and that certain someone is eating an ice cream veeeery suggestively." Here it is!

"Hey, Snipes! Come and have a swim!" 

The Aussie grumbled from his plastic lounging chair.

It was a day off for the mercenaries and it was one of those days where a pool would do everyone some good. Luckily enough, that was where all the mercenaries were, in a pool! Of course the Administrator wasn't ready to privatise the place for them so there were other people around and in the pool itself.

Sniper was lazily lying on a chair, his hat on his face, somewhere between asleep and awake. Relaxing. He was just taking a break off work and let his mind swim free, as his skin sizzled under the sun. 

He thought about the previous days of battles, what he did, what he could have done better - being a professional doesn't mean being perfect. The background noises of people's chatter and lapping sounds of the water provided him the perfect acoustic space for his thoughts to fly free. 

It obviously smelt of chlorine but sometimes, as someone passed in front of him, Sniper would pick up a faint smell of sunscreen or even sometimes their perfume. It would mostly happen with women, rarely with men. 

Sniper took a deep breath and decided to look around. He pushed the hat away from his face and rubbed his face and eyes, before opening his eyelids. Thank God for his sunglasses, the white pool reflected the light like aluminium itself…! 

The Aussie looked down at himself as he put his hat back on his head, and he adjusted his posture on his seat. Yeah, the sun was starting to leave its print on him as he could see down his navy blue, Australia flag, swimming shorts that a tan line started to appear. 

"Hm." He nodded to himself and crossed his hands on his chest. He took the beer that was on the floor next to him, in the shadow of his chair and took a few lazy sips, just to wet his lips. 

Sniper let his eyes scan the crowd, in the pool first. Most of his colleagues were there. Soldier, Demoman, Scout, Pyro and Engineer, without his goggles for once. They seemed to enjoy their time greatly in the water. Soldier even seemed to have made friends with the children there, while of course being supervised by Demoman.

"What is this, private?" He asked, holding a ball in his hand. 

"A ball, Sir!" The kids answered. 

"No, you maggots! This is a cannon ball and you must use it to destroy your enemies! Do you understand this?!"

"Sir! Yes, Sir!" The kids answered, saluting.

"And who are the enemies?!"

"Commies, Sir!" 

"Soldier, mate, this is-" 

"Shush! Demoman! We need to educate the young ones! These are the defenses for tomorrow's America! And by God, I won't let an Englishman with a dress stop this!" Soldier turned to the kids. "See, privates? These are the kinds of threats to America! And what do we do when we see a threat to America?" 

"We attack, Sir!" The kids shouted back. 

"Yeeeeah!" Soldier answered. "Now let's attaaaack!"

"But… Sir?" A little kid was raising his hand. 

"Yes, private?" 

"You told us to raise our shovels and attack but we have no shovels here. Does that mean we will lose?" The poor little child asked, distraught.

"Listen, son. A fine soldier doesn't need shovels to fight. Who needs shovels, weapons or college-taught strategies when you love the stars and stripes?! I have crapped losses worse than that and look at you! Your simple existence is proof that we will win. As long as America exists, we will win! Do you understand, private?

"Uh… No, I don't really-"

"Then ATTAAACK!"

The children didn't hesitate and started chasing Demoman down in the pool.

Sniper rolled his eyes with a smile, behind his aviator glasses. His eyes then swept across the chairs around the pool. Ah, there were Medic and Heavy, sitting side and by side and chatting with a beer in their hands. Good for them. 

The rest of the crowd was made of strangers, men, women and children. 

"Ice cream?" 

Sniper's head swooshed to whoever was talking to him. It was a man who seemed to sell different kinds of ice-creams. 

"Nah, thanks, mate." 

The man nodded and pushed his little-trolley stand along. Sniper's eyes followed him for a while until his mind realised that something was wrong. 

Where was Spy? 

The Aussie looked in the pool again but no one was wearing a mask. His eyes then snapped to the crowd but again, no one around the pool was wearing a mask. And he knew Spy wouldn't remove it. Last time they had gone to the beach, he had kept it all along, under the parasol. 

Ha, now that he thought back about it, Sniper smiled. It had been a more pleasant experience than he had anticipated. He had ended up sharing most of his afternoon with Spy, chatting about anything, surprisingly enough. They had gone through wildly different topics from food, drinks, with a long bit about wines and beers, which then led to gardening of all things and childhood souvenirs of stealing fruits in neighbours' gardens…

Yeah, it had been nice, Sniper thought, and he certainly hadn't expected the Frenchman to be that talkative. Of course, on a scale from Administrator-talkative, to Scout-talkative, Spy was closer to the former. But his inputs in the discussion captured Sniper's interest and tickled his curiosity. He also discovered that Spy was as good at answering as he was at listening. He could fall silent and absorb whatever Sniper would say with keen attention. 

Shame he wasn't anywhere near. A cold beer, the sun and a good chat were a great combo for Sniper's morale. But he shall do without the good chat… 

His gaze went back to the ice-cream vendor and he saw a man buy one before leaning back on his chair. He was sitting at the opposite end of the pool, almost exactly face to face with Sniper. The man had paler skin than Sniper's and was wearing a pair of black sunglasses. 

What caught Sniper's eyes was the ridiculous speedos that he was wearing, dark blue, with a little logo that the Aussie couldn't see from where he was. Speedos… Who the hell wore those? Well apparently that mad guy did. 

Sniper squinted and stared. To be honest, that man could afford it and it did his body a few favors… He had a lean chest with what looked like salt and pepper chest hair, a stomach thinner than Sniper's, and he could clearly see a sharply drawn V-line diving to the swim wear. He gulped and his eyes moved back up. 

He had short, salt and pepper hair too. A lighter lock at the front, above his forehead and on his temples. The rest was black. Sniper couldn't say much apart from the fact that he looked quite handsome and his posture on the chair clearly showed that he knew it. 

Slim and elegant bastard even with speedos… 

Sniper watched as a group of women passed him, he lowered his sunglasses and winked at them. They chuckled and covered their mouths with their hands. 

What a bastard… Didn't have more to do than a wink to get a sheila.

They walked away and the man pushed his glasses up, resting them on his head, through his hair before starting to savour his ice-cream. By the colour of it, it must have been vanilla, or lemon, something white-ish.

Sniper stared longer as the man raised his eyes in his direction and started licking the ice-cream. 

The Aussie gulped. 

Was he looking at him, straight? How did he know that Sniper was watching him at that distance and with the yellow aviators hiding his eyes…?

Gosh, was he really-?

The man stuck his tongue out and lasciviously dragged it along the white, cold ice-cream, all while maintaining eye-contact with him?

What the hell does he want? How does he know that-? Oh, God…

Now, he was licking the cone from the side all the way up and a vicious smirk appeared on his lips. 

Sniper looked left and right. The seats next to him were empty. Ah, yeah, he had chosen that spot both because it was in the sun and also precisely because no one was there… Ah… He removed his hat and fanned himself with it. 

Meanwhile, the man with the light blue eyes staring at him continued his show and licked his ice-cream, cocking an eyebrow before taking it in his mouth and pulling the creamy snack into a cone shape. His lips were covered in white which he promptly licked, and Sniper's guts flipped inside himself. He quickly looked at his shorts and it started to show...

Bugger… He sweated and gritted his teeth.

Sniper slammed his hat on his lap to hide what his body betrayed. And breathed deep. 

C'mon, he couldn't be doing that to him, could he? But there was no one around and - oh, bloody hell, oh God damnit… 

Still with a smirk on his lips, the man stood up and let the sunglasses fall on his eyes. He went on licking the God forsaken ice cream as he walked around the pool. Sniper’s body temperature rose sharply. He didn’t know if he preferred the man to come to him or pass him and not even give him a look.

Sniper’s eyes were stuck, his heart was pounding in his chest and he tried to bury himself in his chair as deep as he could. The silhouette of the man kept on getting bigger and bigger. Sniper closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He counted the time and pricked his ears to better hear the footsteps. He heard it stop and he heard the wicker of the chair next to him creak.

Sniper’s eyebrows twitched as he kept pretending he was asleep.

“Good choice of beer.”

The Aussie’s eye snapped open as he recognised the voice with the French accent. He looked around him, Spy was nowhere to be seen.

“And no need to pretend you are asleep, Bushman. A child would fake it better than you do.”

Sniper’s jaw dropped. The man next to him, with the bottle of beer that Sniper had been drinking from in his hand, was that the man who had just spoken?

“Here, some ice-cream could do you some good.” He handed him the ice cream and astounded as he was, Sniper held it in his hand, absent-mindedly.

“Is that you?” Sniper asked as the man on the lounging chair next to him lay completely down and put the bottle to his lips again, taking a sip.

“Who do you mean?” He grinned smugly.

“Bloody hell, it is! What happened to your mask? What the…?”

“And what happened to your hat?” Spy asked, smirking behind his black sunglasses. “Why is it not on your head? The sun might get to your pale skin, Bushman.” He said in irony. 

"Holy dooley, Spook you-you scared the hell out of me! I thought it was a random bloke starin' at me with his ice-cream."

"So you are reassured that it is in fact, me?" Spy asked. "Oh, be careful, the ice cream is melting."

Sniper looked in his hand and realised that indeed it was flowing on the cone. He stuck his tongue out and licked it before he stopped sharp and realised what he was doing. 

"Hold on, that's your ice cream and my beer." 

"Well, I guess we will have to avoid telling Soldier that we share them. With his allergy to communism, he might be angry at us both."

"What're you doin'?" Sniper gave him back his ice-cream and took his beer from Spy's hand. "And d'you have an idea how you were eatin' that ice-cream? I could see you all the way from here, 's not decent, Spy." 

"You should have seen at what speed you turned crimson. Besides, which is not decent? My eating of this ice-cream or your covering yourself with your hat?" 

Sniper grumbled and frowned. 

"Come on, Sniper. It was all done in good fun." 

"Ice-cream?" The vendor was back. 

"Oui, please, for my grumpy friend."

Sniper exhaled from his nostrils like an angry bull.

"What flavour?" 

“Something different from mine, please.”

Spy paid for it and the ice-cream man left the two colleagues alone.

“Here, to cool you down.”

Sniper turned his head and saw the Frenchman handing him the cone. He sighed and accepted it.

“You are welcome, Sniper.”

“Mh.” The grumble was the only answer that Spy received. 

Both of them stayed mute for a while. They finished their ice creams while watching people come and go. The families with children were the first to leave, when the kids were tired out and hungry. A group of women came to pass by. Sniper watched his colleague from the corner of his eyes.

“Mesdames...”  He pulled down his sunglasses and slid one leg on the other. The ladies in question blushed and chuckled at the French womanizer.

[Ladies...]

Sniper rolled his eyes and looked away. 

About half an hour later, Scout came to him.

“Yo, Snipes, uh, Engie sent me to tell you we were off, you comin’?”

“Nah.”

“Oh, ok… Uh, have you seen Spy? We’ve been lookin’ for him but no one’s seen him for ages.”

Spy, who was right next to Sniper, listened carefully.

“Don’t worry about him.”

“Well, Engie’s kinda worried cause-”

“I said: don’t worry about him.”

Scout had obviously felt the animosity in Sniper. He nodded and left him in peace. Soon after, a lifeguard came to both men.

“We are about to close, gentlemen.”

“Ah, I wanted to ask you something, if I may.” Spy stood up and walked with the lifeguard, away from Sniper, along the pool. When he came back, the lights in the building were switching off, leaving only the ones in the pool itself.

Sniper stood up and collected his empty bottle. 

“Where are you going?”

“You heard the guy, they’re closing.”

“Oui, they are.” Spy resumed his seat and lay back as comfortably as before, if not more. He removed his sunglasses from his nose and put them aside. 

Sniper started walking away and stopped sharp. He turned to Spy and sighed. 

“Aren’t you gonna get out?”

“Non.”

“Spy, they’re gonna kick you out.”

“Non, they will not.”

“C’mon, stop bein’ an arse and come along.”

“Take a seat.” Spy invited his colleague and Sniper obeyed, not without rolling his eyes to the sky. 

“Now they’re gonna kick us both.”

“Non, they will not.” Spy insisted.

“Yeah, they will, you heard the lifeguard guy.”

“I did, and proceeded to convince him to leave me the keys.”

“What?”

“You heard me. There is only you and me here. Now, relax please, and let us enjoy one of those conversations. I believe we were left with you telling me about your neighbours’ apricots and how you used to steal them when you were a child.”

“Spy.” Sniper was much more serious than his colleague.

“Oui?”

The only noises around them were the lapping of the water as it flowed to the filtering pumps, rumbling away.

“Why did you do what you did with your ice-cream?”

“Because I had my doubts.” Spy answered.

“About what?”

“It does not matter, I am now sure.”

The air cooled down as the night progressed.

“Sure of what? What did you want to know? You could’ve just asked.” Sniper lay back and crossed his arms on his chest. 

Spy stood up and walked to the edge of the pool. He dipped a toe, then two and slightly nodded before taking a little step back, raising his arms, joining his hands and elegantly dived in. Sniper’s eyes never left the silhouette of the slim man who now surfaced again, fluidly breaking the surface tension of the water. Spy wiped the water away from his face, and carded his wet hair back, he was beautifully lit by the turquoise water.

“Come on, join me.” Spy gestured to Sniper. “The water is deliciously warm.”

“Tell me first. What did you wanna know?”

Spy moved to the edge of the swimming-pool and crossed his arms that he rested at the edge of it. 

“I was wondering if, perchance, you were cursed similarly to me.”

Sniper walked to the edge of the pool and sat down, his legs in the water up to his knees.

“What d’you mean?”

The Frenchman held his hand out and Sniper stared at it, before his eyes rose to Spy’s irises. He could see the waving patterns of the water on his already light blue eyes. Sniper raised his hand and it floated above Spy’s for an instant before he dropped it in it. The Frenchman nodded in thanks and Sniper entered the pool fully. He dived in and when he surfaced again, he opened his eyes to the sight of Spy looking up to him. He blushed.

“What did you mean, Spook?”

Spy gave a lopsided grin. 

“The way you stared and blushed while I was having my ice-cream.” Spy started. “And then, your covering of your lap. I was asking a question and your body answered without your lips having to.”

Sniper’s cheeks and ears burnt. He frowned and walked back to the edge of the pool.

“So what now, hm? Gonna use that against me? Gonna blackmail me or something? I don’t have anythin’ to lose.” Sniper gave his back to Spy, the water reached his hips. He put his hands left and right and his fingers were grasping the edge of the pool hard.

“Non.” 

Sniper’s eyes snapped wide and his pupils retracted to a dot. He looked down and two arms were laced around him. He could also feel the warmth of Spy’s body leaning against him from behind. Spy was… hugging him?

“I would never.” Spy added and Sniper was now sure. He felt his voice resonate through himself. Spy was resting his head against Sniper’s upper back.

“Spy… I… Hm.” Sniper closed his eyes and took that leap of faith. That mad jump, that reaction that no one expected of him, not even himself. He frowned and raised his hands to  hold Spy’s forearms.

“I just wanted to know, if by any stroke of luck, you too felt… comfortable when we were sharing conversations, if you too felt like you wanted more of these discussions, if you too wanted to see me again, soon perhaps?”

“O’course I did.” Sniper answered in a sigh, a hoarse whisper of his voice.

Both were whispering despite nobody else being around to hear them. Sniper turned to face Spy and the Frenchman raised round, kitten-like eyes to him, with a faint smile, but his eyebrows were asking a question, the question that his lips were trembling to ask, but couldn’t. Sniper was simply seized by the view. So that was what Spy looked like under the mask? Yeah, gorgeous and a half, eh. Only man on Earth who could wear a pair of speedos and not look like a mongrel.

Sniper’s hands found Spy’s sides without looking anywhere else but in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man and pulled his naked and wet frame against his own.

“Course, I did.” He repeated before bending his head down for his lips to be in front of Spy’s ear. “You arrogant, posh, unbearable idiot.” Sniper had one hand on Spy’s hair and another on his lower back. “You… You’re gorgeous with and without the mask.”

Spy’s eyes shone brighter and he smiled.

“Merci.” He chuckled. “So do you, but I must admit that I prefer you without the glasses or the hat. It feels more… intimate.”

“Yeah, same without yer mask, eh.” Sniper smiled. “Feels special.”

“By the way, thank you for what you said to Scout.” Spy said.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t really know what to say.”

“Still, you did not tell him that I was there next to you. I appreciate your discretion.”

“You’re welcome… C-Can I…?” Sniper’s hand hovered next to Spy’s face.

“Oui, please.”

When his fingertips met the Frenchman’s skin, both men felt shivers like sparks along their spines. Spy closed his eyes and felt Sniper’s finger gently trace his face, discovering it all as if he was a blind man. But no, Sniper was far from blind, he just wanted to confirm that what he was seeing wasn’t a hallucination. No, the man standing in front of him had the most comely features he had seen. A slim face, equally slim cheeks with cheekbones that are jutting just what they should, long dark eyelashes, a slightly hooked nose and thin lips. Gosh those lips…

“I…”

Spy opened his eyes and couldn’t help it but his cheeks turned pink when he saw the way that Sniper’s eyes were crossing down on his lips. He smiled and pushed himself to the tip of his toes.

Sniper’s eyes shut hard and he frowned. He tasted the chlorine on Spy’s lips and oh - vanilla, on his tongue.

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Yo Mzansi! Get Ready to LOL with "Real Estate Sisters"

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[mrs-takami-keigo]

Strawberry Fields

Paring: Kirishima x Full Figured Reader

Rating: SFW

Word count: 5.5K

Warnings: Self-Deprecation, Fat-phobia 

Prompt: First meeting

Taglist: @dragonhrte​

So this will be my third tile off of my bingo card for the @bnhabookclub​ and this one was a tough one to write. This is SFW but will cover themes such as Self-deprecation and Fat-phobia. As a person who has been on the bigger side most of her life it has taken a lot of confidence building to get to be who I am today. And as a writer I fell like it’s my duty to be as inclusive as I can be. Through my years of reading I haven't seen that many fuller body reader fics. When I say fuller body I’m talking 200+. 

If there is one thing I want someone, plus size or not just remember you deserve to be and feel loved, everyone does! I hope this can give whoever is reading this a sense of comfort. 

You don’t think you could ever forget the first time he came into your life. At the time you worked at a sweets shop called Honey’s, a place that only sells, well sweets! Cakes, doughnuts, pastries, floats, sundaes and milkshakes. Honey’s had a wide variety to offer for their wide variety of customers, they ranged from kids all the way to cute elderly couples, sharing a banana split.

You loved working there, it was perfect seeing as how you were in culinary school to be a confectionary chef. Making pastries and anything sweet was all you wanted to do, it was something that brought great joy in your life. It also didn’t require you to be around too many people at one time. The owner and head chef were more than happy to hire you, and the position was perfect, you just had to work the bar or as they called it the candy bar. Standing behind a giant bar as you took orders for the people that came in alone really was ideal, seeing as how you had anxiety. Being a fuller bodied and taller girl all your life and having dealt with bullying and all types of teasing always stuck with you.

You could remember those whispers people around you in high school made as you walk down the aisle of desks in your classes, your hips sometimes brushing against the desk or the person that was sitting in them. Or even having to turn sideways just to get past something, because you couldn't fit. So working behind the candy bar, where there wasn’t anything you had to squeeze past or worry about bumping into things, truly was a match made in heaven.

You were in charge of making the milkshakes, recipes, names everything. The owner let you have full control of that. When he first told you that you didn’t think anything could top that day.

That was until you met him.

It was a Friday afternoon on a beautiful June day. Even though there was a pandemic going on and everyone, workers and patrons alike still had masks on. Even the regulars were happy the shop was open, happy to have some sort of normality back. The light chime of the bell in the front signaled that a new customer had walked in.

Usually you didn’t look at the door when someone walked in, seeing as how you were always busy manning the bar. But something told you to look up. Standing at the door was a group of guys who were around their twenties, looking around the shop and talking amongst themselves.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of the red haired one. He was tall, one of the tallest in the group, he had broad shoulders and a muscular build. A plain white v-neck t-shirt, light blue jeans that had frayed holes in them and red converse’s. It was a simple look but you couldn’t help but watch as a waitress, who just so happened to be your roommate, walk them over to the booth in the back of the room.

He slid into the booth, the side he sat on faced you, so when he took off his black mask with the words ‘RIOT’ in red letters, you could feel heat rise up your cheeks under your own mask.  

‘Oh god he’s really handsome.’  The way his eyes turned into upside down crescent moons as he smiled a smile you were sure could light up the world. His features were manly but also so soft at the same time, it just made you want to pinch his cheeks. His crimson eyes were big and bright, you could feel yourself melt when they glanced in your direction.

You panicked when you locked eyes for a millisecond with him before you just turned your head and pretended like nothing happened. Your heart was racing and legs were weak, all he did was look in your direction and he had you turning into a puddle.

“Hey, are you okay?” The sound of your roommates muffled voice broke you out of your slight panic.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good!” You smiled at her and even though she couldn’t see it through the mask.

“Well the group of hotties I just sat down all want milkshakes. One cara-delight, one cookie monster, one banana mania and one strawberry fields.” You took the small piece of paper from her order book, placing it on your board as you start to make the milkshakes.

You didn’t know which one the man that caught your attention got but something was telling you it was the strawberry one. You kept on smiling as you made the drinks. Wondering what his name was or what his voice sounded like.

Glancing back at the table, you watched as he continued to laugh and talk with his friends. The blonde with what you would call porcupine hair that sat next to him, seemed to be angry about something. But red, that’s what you decide to call him, was just laughing at him which seemed to make the other male angrier.

Shaking your head you turned back to the shakes, putting on the last piece of garnish on the strawberry one. Tapping the bell that let the waiters/waitresses know their order is up my roommate came bustling over.

“This is for the hotties at the back booth right?”

You nodded your head as she fixed her hair and her outfit before taking the drinks over to the table. I felt my heart sink slightly as she started to talk to red. It looked like she was flirting with him, and he was smiling back at her. You let out a defeated sigh as you watched the exchange.

This always happened, a guy you found cute or interesting would fall for your friend. They would become close with you just so they could get close to her.

‘Why am I surprised? Why would a guy like that even notice me?’  You started to wipe down the counter and work station as you got lost in your thoughts. Your roommate was beautiful and petite, an extroverted type of person that people just flocked to, a man’s ideal type.

You felt like you were the exact opposite. Tall, full figured, not great looking and a person with too much anxiety to be sociable. So of course he would go for a girl like her, it just made sense.

You spent the next hour making milkshakes, taking orders of the regulars you had, thinking of new recipes and cleaning. Anything to distract yourself from looking at where red sat. Still not looking you heard your roommate say her goodbyes to the group as they walked out of the shop. Exhaling a sigh of relief, knowing that he was finally gone, it came rushing back as your friend bounced behind the bar, hopping up to sit on the counter of the work station.

“Guess who has a date?” She gushed as she played with a neatly folded piece of paper between her dainty fingers. “I think I’m in love! His red eyes were so...ugh!! And his hair although it was sticking up all over the place, he was still cute. He was so in shape too!!”

With each word she said you felt like your heart was breaking into a million pieces. You weren’t sure what made you think that there was just a shimmer of hope he would be one of those guys who didn’t care about looks and things like that.

“Well anyway he’s coming here tonight when my shift ends for a date! I already asked the owner if we could do it after we close and he said sure as long as you’re here!”

“Wait, you want me to stick around while you go on a date with this guy?” She nodded her head vigorously. “And I’m assuming I'm going to be cooking for this date?” Again she nodded.

“Fine but you owe me big time!” You couldn’t say no to her, she's been your friend since middle school. She was the one to defend you when people used to pick on you and was there for every mental break down you had.

“Do you know how much I love you!?” She jumped off the counter to give you a big bear hug. You wrapped your arms around her slim waist. “His friend said he’d come along, so you wouldn’t just be here alone! He kept asking questions about you.” She wiggled her eyebrows as she danced out of your embrace.

“Huh?! Who?!” Before she could answer a few waiters came up with orders for milkshakes.

“You’ll see later. I’m gonna run and grab stuff for you to cook during my break, and again thank you so much!!” You just waved her off as you started to get the order together.

“When did you have time to change?!” You and your friend had already closed up shop and were getting ready for her date and his friend to show up.

“I move quickly! So I got chicken, lemons, cooking white wine and pasta, that's all you needed right?” She had removed the bags from the walk-in fridge, putting them on the table.

“Yeah I figured a nice grilled lemon chicken and pasta would be a good dinner for the date, and I already started prepping for the creme brulee.” You began to pull the items out of the bag when you heard her phone go off.

“Oh he just texted me! Bakugou and his friend will be here in twenty!” You had never seen your friend act like this about a guy. There was another sharp pain as you felt your heart break.

‘So Bakugou is his name huh?’

“Go out and set up your table, I found some candles in the office for you to use to set the mood.” You started to shove her to the door and out of the kitchen so you weren’t bothered.

She looked like she was walking on clouds as she hummed and made her way to the table in the middle of the room. You figured that would be the best place seeing how it wasn’t so close to where you were going to be, so it didn’t seem like you were intruding on them and not far enough incase she needed help.

Twenty minutes went by too fast for your liking, as happy as you were for her, you didn’t want to see Bakugou so soon. The pasta was done and the chicken needed another ten minutes when she came through the kitchen doors.

“Take off your jacket and come out, they are here!” She was tugging on the sleeve of your white jacket. Sighing you started to unbutton it before sliding it off your arms.

‘Might as well get this over with.’ Hanging your jacket up you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time. All you wore was an old baggy band t-shirt that was so big it came down past your behind and leggings paired with black combat boots.

Following your friend through the swinging doors, you could see two shadowy figures at the door. You heard the lock click as she unlocked it and opened it for the two men. Feeling your anxiety come back, you didn't want to see him again, this was a mistake.

“Hey! So glad you guys can make it.” You tried to busy yourself with the silverware for you and his friend, avoiding looking at him.

“It’s our pleasure! Plus I couldn’t stop thinking of that milkshake from earlier.” That made a smile spread under your mask. You loved hearing people compliment your work.

“My friend here actually is the one in charge of the recipes and menu for them. And she cooked us all dinner tonight!” You could hear them getting closer.

‘Alright here we go.’ You looked up to see blondie and red walking towards you. If this was an anime you were sure one of the ghost things would come out from your mouth as your body left your soul. Bakugou looked so handsome. His spiky red hair from earlier was down now, a black button down with a red tank top peeking through the undone buttons hugged his muscular frame, dark blue jeans showcased his long thick legs, black converses were on his feet this time and that same mask from before.

You were positive that your heart had stopped and so did your breathing. You didn’t even pay attention to his friend, you only saw him.

“Gentlemen this is, y/n. y/n this is Bakugou and Kirishima.” It took you a second to realize that the blonde was Bakugou and the red head was Kirishima. Which meant your friend was on a date with the blonde.

“It’s nice to meet ya!” Kirishima sent you a small wave as those beautiful red eyes turned into crescent moons, he was smiling at you.

“Ditto.” You heard a deep chuckle come from him causing you to blush even more. “Um, I’m gonna go check on the food. You guys can go to the table and Kirishima can sit at the bar with me.”

Walking back through the door to the kitchen, you started to pace. You were about to have dinner with the guy you have been thinking about all day, and you were sweaty and gross from a day's work. Hair pulled up into a ponytail with strands poking out all along your hairline and in an old gross band tee.

You covered your eyes with your hands as you shook your head. ‘Get it together!’

Going to the chicken you saw that it was done and started to plate the dish. Once everything was plated you grabbed a large round tray, placing the four plates on it. Heaving it up to your shoulder to help you balance it, you walked back to the door before backing into it. You had just gotten around the bar when you felt the tray be lifted from your hands. Looking to your left you saw Kirishima hold the tray like you had and made his way to the couples table.

“Here you go guys. Enjoy!” He put the plates down as if he was their server and made his way back to you. You watched as he put the plates down on the bar, then setting the tray off to the side.

“Aren’t you gonna join me?” He pulled his mask down allowing you to see his handsome face in all its glory.

“Um yeah.” You walked over to the stool that had the plate in front of it. Your stool and his were separated by one empty one in between you two.

You felt his eyes on you the whole way to your stool. Once you sat down you looked back at him, he was still staring.

“What?” You started to feel self conscious.

“You’re beautiful.”

You looked at him in disbelief. “How could you possibly know that, when I'm wearing this mask and all you could see are my eyes?”

“That’s all I need to see to know you’re beautiful.” You felt your cheeks heat up intensely as he said that. Not once did he look away from your eyes. And his voice, god could you listen to his voice all night.

“W-we should eat before it gets cold.” You finally pulled down your mask, letting him see your whole face for the first time.

“Seems like I was right, you sure are beautiful.” Your head snapped over to look at him, but he had started to eat his food, a prominent blush on his cheeks as well.

The rest of the night flew by as you and Kirishima started to talk about your love for cooking and baking.

“You're telling me that not only are you beautiful, you can cook and bake?!” He had his elbow propped up on the bar his chin was being held by his hand. A goofy grin was spread across his face as he watched you prepare the creme brulee.

A small part of you wanted to be happy that he was taking interest in your likes and passions in life. But a bigger part of you was aware that he was just here as a wingman for his friend.

“You have the cook and bake part right at least.” You turned on the small blow torch to caramelize the sugar on top of the custard. You glanced up at the man who had your heart racing all night. Instead of the cheerful look you’ve gotten used to, he had an expression of sadness. It confused you, why would he get sad?

“Hey can I talk to you for a second?” You weren't sure when your friend had come over to you, seeing as how you were caught up in Kirishima’s expression. Shutting off the torch, you nodded your head and excused yourself from Kirishima, taking your friend's hand and head for the kitchen.

“I’m really hitting it off with Bakugou, we're gonna go for a walk in the park after dessert. He’s asking Kirishima to walk you home, is that okay?” You could see it in her eyes, she really liked him.

“It’s fine! Go have fun just text me every once in a while okay?”

You both walked out from the kitchen again as you went to finish the creme brulee. You all decided to eat it together at the bar and finish up the night. You learned that Bakugou was a hot head but was still super sweet, perfect for your best friend.

Once everyone was done, the two men insistent on helping you two clean up the mess before leaving for the night.

“All right, have fun you two! I’ll see you at home.” You waved at your friend as she wrapped her arm around Bakugou’s, making their way to the park.

“Shall we go?” Looking over at Kirishima, who had his arm out for you to take like his friend had done, you sighed.

“Listen Kirishima, you don’t have to walk me home. Bakugou got my friend, he doesn’t need a wingman anymore.” You could see the confusion on his face as you continued to speak. “It was a fun night and all but I can get home by myself. Take care.”

You started to walk down the street, leaving Kirishima to stand alone in front of Honey’s. Your apartment wasn’t too far from the shop, only about a twenty minute walk. The only thing that sucked was there was a strip of clubs you had to walk past in order to get home. Drunk people always made you feel anxious, they tend to not be so nice.

You did feel bad for leaving Kirishima like that but you also had to face the harsh reality that there was no way a guy would like you like that. His smiling face and his voice when he called you beautiful rang through your head. You had to admit it was nice to think that maybe he did take an interest in you.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice the large group of men outside of one club. Trying to squeeze yourself through them, you accidentally bumped shoulders with the bigger male in the group.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You apologized the second it happened but the man didn’t care. His large hand shoved against one of your shoulders causing you to fall off the sidewalk and into the street, landing on your side. You could feel the arm you landed on start to burn, certain that you had a couple of scrapes. You had tried to avoid the fall but it caused you to twist your ankle.

“Watch where you're walking lard ass!” He laughed with his group of friends as you still sat on the ground, holding your injured arm in your hand.

Tears started to form in your eyes. Sure you’ve been called names all your life because of your size, doesn't mean it didn’t still hurt. You tried to stand up but your body wouldn’t, you were just emotionally and mentally exhausted. So you just sat there and cried.

“Ha! Look she can’t even stand up! It’s called a gym and a salad, fat-OOF!” You heard what sounded like a rock hitting something followed by a thud of the big man falling and hitting the ground. Wiping your tears you saw Kirishima standing over the fallen man, his chest heaving up and down, hands balled into fists, teeth bared. His face was covered in rage, it kind of scared you.

“It’s not very manly to push a woman around like that!” The guys friends came to try and peel him off of the ground saying apology after apology to you as they ran away. “Cowards!”

Kirishima looked over his shoulder at you, his expression softened once he saw your tears. Moving next to you he squatted down, a large gentle hand came out to move the hand that was covering the wound. You let out a hiss as his fingers grazed it.

“I’m sorry, I should have gotten to you sooner.” His voice was nothing but a whisper, his eyes covered by his hair. “Do you need help standing?”

“Yeah.” Kirishima stood up in front of you holding out both of his hands for you to grab on to. Your hands let go of his as you tried to stand on your own, but there was a shooting pain in your right ankle, sending shockwaves through your body. You felt like you were about to fall again but you felt arms wrap around your waist and a hard chest against your body.

“Whoa I got you.” You could feel him tighten his arms around you, making you feel so warm in his embrace. “I’ll carry you home.”

“No it’s okay I can walk.” You pushed yourself off of him trying to prove you could walk, only to almost fall again.

“Damn it will you just let me help you?” He was holding you around the waist again. A light blush appeared on your cheeks. “Here climb on my back.” He crouched down in front of you, his broad back was in your view.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you.” Your voice was meek, as you looked around. Other people on the sidewalk were staring at the two of you.

Kirishima turned around looking over his shoulder, a wide toothy grin was plastered on his lips, your heart started to race. “I’m a lot stronger than you think.”

You knew he wasn't going to give up, sighing as you climbed on his back. You pressed your chest against his back, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Your head was next to his as you tried to bury your face in the back of his shoulder. Standing up Kirishima gripped your thighs, jumping so you were in a better position for him.

“You okay?” You could only nod against him. “Can you tell me how to get to your place?” Everytime he spoke you could feel the vibrations go through your body. You directed him to your apartment. As he kept walking you were readying yourself for him to just say that you were too heavy and drop you in the middle of the sidewalk. But he barely broke a sweat as he walked the last ten minutes to your place.

“I can walk now.” You mumbled against his shoulder once Kirishima stepped out of the elevator on your floor.

“Not until I get you inside and patched up.” You’ve only known him for only a few hours but the effect he had on your heart was indescribable. Once he got to your door he squatted down, keeping his eyes to the ground so you could put in your code to open the door.

You were grateful for the fact you cleaned the apartment yesterday, seeing as how there was a guy walking through it. Walking over to the large couch by the window, Kirishima turned around sitting on the couch, allowing you to slide off his back.

“Do you have a first aid kit anywhere?” Your eyes watched his every move as he bent down on one knee, softly grasping your injured ankle. He slipped the boot off slowly, removing your sock and pulling up your leggings so he could get a look at your now swollen ankle.

“Yeah it’s under the sink in the bathroom, down the hall first door on your right.” Kirishima took one of the small pillows off the couch and pulled the coffee table closer. Placing the pillow on the table, laid your ankle on it as he ran to the bathroom.

You weren’t sure how to feel. Between your feelings for your red knight, what happened with the guy outside of the club and your own insecurities. Could he actually like you? Were you allowed to actually have someone like you, for you?

“Here we go. I took a bag of frozen peas from the fridge if that's okay.” You could only nod your head as he went back to the same position he was in earlier. “Looks like it might be sprained. You are gonna have to stay off of it for a while, so that means no work for the time being.”

Kirishima was wrapping an ace bandage securely around your ankle and foot. Once he did that he put the frozen bag of vegetables on top of it. He dug through the first aid kit searching for some more items. You couldn’t stop watching him, his face was full of concentration. For some reason it just made him look even more handsome than he already was.

“Alright let’s take care of that-what?” He turned around to look at you, catching you just simply staring at him. “Is there something on my face?” He started to wipe his face in all different areas.

You chuckled at how cute he looked trying to get whatever he thought was on his face. “No, nothing is on your face, it's just…” You let the sentence die out. You couldn’t let him know what you were feeling, but you also didn’t want to get hurt….again.

“What’s wrong?” Kirishima got up, taking a seat next to you on the couch, facing your direction. You couldn’t look at him, opting to look down at the hem of your shirt, playing with it between your fingers.

“Why are you doing this?”

“What are you talking about?” You sighed a deep sigh, gathering the courage to look him in the eyes.

“Why are you going this far to help me? Are you just trying to get brownie points for your buddy or something? I already told you my friend is really into your’s, so no need to go this far.” You felt tears spilling from your eyes again. There was nothing more you wanted than to live in this fantasy with Kirishima, but after years of experience you knew how this all would play out. So you might as well put an end to it now.

“You think I’m doing this for Bakugou to get points with your friend?” Kirishima reached a hand out cupping your round cheek in it. His large thumb wiping away your tears, a soft smile on his lips. “You've got this all wrong angel face, Bakugou was my wingman tonight.”

You could only stare at him. Not sure if what you heard him say was correct. There was no way that he was the one to set all this up for you.

“What do you mean?”

“I noticed you the second I walked into Honey’s, you were the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. And when we sat down those sparkling eyes of yours looked right at me and I was sure my heart stopped.” His thumb was drawing small circles on your tear stained cheek.

“I knew your friend was into Bakugou so while she was busy I told him to ask her out hoping that in some weird way I’d be able to get closer to you.” You could see the small blush forming on his cheeks, he was embarrassed.

“But why? Why would someone like you, be into someone like me? I mean look at me I’m not pretty, I’m tall and huge.” You pulled his hand off of your face. He was everything you could wish for, handsome, funny, caring, protecting, Kirishima had it all. But in your mind you had nothing to offer a man like him.

“I’ve done nothing but look at you. All I see is a woman who is selfless, talented, passionate about her craft, honest, strong and so freaking beautiful it should be a crime.” Kirishma had turned your face back to him, but this time he was much much closer. His crimson eyes stared into your own. You felt like you could get lost in them.

“Kirishima…” No matter how hard you tried the tears wouldn’t stop.

“I don’t care about what your physical appearance looks like, in my eyes you are the most beautiful being out there, angel face.” He brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face. “So please stop crying, okay?”

He pulled you closer to him, burying your face in his chest. One hand rubbing your back while the other was patting your head. He kept humming a song you couldn’t recognize, but the vibrations were lulling you into a deep sleep.

According to your friend, Kirishima was still there holding you as you slept when she came home. He explained everything that happened that night and she told him about your past experiences. Kirishma felt his heart break for you. He wanted nothing more than to protect and give you the love you deserve.

Over the next three years that's exactly what he did. It was your graduation day, you were officially a professional confectionary chef! Finishing your hair you heard your cell phone go off, letting you know you had a text.

Red Knight: I’m downstairs whenever you’re ready, angel face! <3

You: I’ll be right down~ <3

Even after all this time just a simple text from your boyfriend always made your heart flutter and a smile spread across your face. Looking one last time in the mirror, you were in love with the dress you had ordered for your special day. It was a long soft pink dress that was made from lace, ruffles along the bottom of it. With every movement the dress flowed with you, showcasing your body in all the right ways. It had sparkly strawberries embroidered all over it. Something that went along with your profession while also having Kirishima’s favorite fruit on it.

Having him in your life was a blessing. He showed you an unconditional love you never knew could exist. He was patient with you, always there to reassure you that no matter what he loved you to the moon and back when you doubted yourself. He was there when classes and work were getting to be too much, staying up with you at all hours of the night helping you perfect certain dishes that proved to be difficult. And always without fail Kirishima was there to walk you home each and every night. He really was your red knight.

“Hey! Kiri is downstairs I’m gonna go! I’ll see you after the ceremony!” You shouted out to your roommate. You didn’t even wait for a response as you flew out of the door and into the elevator.

The elevator reached the main floor, dinging while sliding it’s doors open. You could already see him standing outside, hands in the pockets of his as he rocked back and forth on his heels, looking around and whistling. His red hair had grown over the years to the point where he could put it in a ponytail, you were obsessed with it. You always admired how he dressed and today was no different. He looked so good in his tan blazer with the sleeves rolled up showing off his defined forearms, and a loose white t-shirt under it. It was paired with a black trousers and black leather shoes.

Pushing the door open you caught Kirishima’s attention, his mouth hung open as you stepped through the door, his eyes roaming around your body.

“Do you like the dress?” You started to fiddle with the dress, nervous as time continued to pass and the man that held your heart hasn't said anything yet.

“Like it?” You let out a yelp as you felt him put his hands on your waist lifting you up off the ground slightly, spinning with you. “It’s freaking amazing! You’re amazing, angel face.”

He placed you back on the ground but never stepped away from you. Kirishima brought his hand up to the side of your neck, leaning down.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are to me, I love you.” He pressed his lips against yours.

There was nothing you wouldn’t change about the day you first met the man of your dreams, not in the slightest.