#which is whenever i cool off from annoyance lmao

[sweeneydino]

I can't show off mah baby

They don't want him blinking 😔

[trashjuicesmidrewrite]

Episode 10 :p (MID Rewrite)

Whenever I take insanely long to make an episode I feel like that girl in that one meme that’s like “hey…heyyyy…how yall doing?” lmao but hey! We reached double digits which is cool! After this imma let my brain recover for a lil bit and then get to rewriting like 90% of the rewrite💀 (genuinely sometimes when I reread those earlier episodes I wanna take past me and get her to read at least a single book before writing so she can expand her vocabulary 😭 or at least know how to write lol) anyways enjoy!!!

Episode 10: The Plentiful Shelves of Floormart

Ava woke up surrounded by a bunch of her own blankets and pillows. She could barely even see anything because her vision was obstructed by everything. It was way too hot for this, but she had to admit, it was really cozy. It was like her own little cocoon she had no memory of making.

She sat up and found herself to be insanely sweaty. It was definitely due to the mountain of warmth that surrounded her, but again, she didn’t too much mind.

Ava looked around the room to find it completely dark and littered with cushions and some other blankets. It took a hot minute before her eyes could settled.

She looked towards her window to find a pair of orange eyes staring right at her. She yelped in shock and fell off the bed, bringing multiple pillows down with her. She squirmed around trying to stand up as she saw the eyes approach her from the bed.

“Queen Ava! Are you alright?” Worried the figure.

Ava’s eyes darted to look the figure up and down. It took a while for her to realize that it was Noi.

“What the hell man?!” she chided. “You scared the shit out of me! Why are you watching me sleep anyways?”

Noi’s eyes started to sparkle and he puffed up his chest with pride. “I was given the honor to watch over you while slept! It was a great time taking care of you these two nights!”

Ava looked at the ginger bewildered as the sun seemed to show outside. It slightly hurt her eyes and it seemed to cause Noi genuine pain.

The Daemon shook his head and rubbed at his eyes. “Ugh…I’m still not used to that…” he groaned.

Ava had a bit of question in her eyes. She kinda just assumed these guys had some type of sun over there. Then again, it was a whole different planet.

Noi suddenly looked straight into the girl’s eyes, startling her. “We’ve been waiting for some type of guidance on a certain issue we’ve came across…” he trailed off as he looked towards to bedroom door which turned out to be open.

Ava followed his gaze and looked at the kitchen. The fridge was wide open and completely empty. She didn’t think she’d ever see her own fridge look like this.

“The heck?! Did you guys clear my fridge out when I was sleep?! You guys are-“

“It was…uhm…a few days ago…we were hungry.” Noi admitted.

Ava was suddenly hit with a wave of memories. Stuff about the killer cats, what day it probably was, and most importantly, when she saw all these guys scarfing down all her food.

The girl groaned in annoyance and sank back down into her pillows. Noi crouched down and crawled to lay next to her. Ava looked at him with annoyance, but that didn’t seem to deter him from doing anything.

“That entertainment box thing talked about this one place called Floormart! It said it had great deals or something…” he trailed off trying to remember the commercial.

Ava slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. Noi seemed to have been looking at her in awe, as if she was some sort of divine being. The ravenette didn’t really get it, she was sure she looked like shit right now.

The ginger’s eyes grew brighter in the blue morning light. They seemed to have turned into a turquoise color because of the surroundings which Ava thought was weird, but attractive.

“This Floormart place is where humans trade for goods, right? If you’re okay with it, maybe I could be your temporary knight for the day?” Noi put his face closer to Ava’s with a dopey grin. “It’d be great for bonding…I wanna get to know you better!”

Ava could feel her heart racing. It was so simple, what Noi just said, but it was surprisingly smooth. She could feel her face getting warmer, so she quickly looked away from the beaming ginger.

“I’m very good at helping people, Queen Ava! C’mon, choose me to go with you! Please?” Noi leaned closer.

Ava’s brain was a mess of feelings and unspoken stutters. She looked all around the room to avoid Noi’s gaze, but it was almost impossible to due to how much they glow.

“I’ll consider it man…” she finally squeaked out.

Noi smiled impossibly wider and finally backed away from Ava. His face twisted into an expression of thought as he looked away from the girl, much to her confusion.

The ginger looked straight at Ava with some uncomfort in his eyes. She didn’t really understand the sudden change of mood, but it’s a lot better than him unknowingly flirting with her.

“When you and Leif were alone in that cat thing, did you guys kiss?” Noi looked away, seemingly embarrassed. “Or…more..?”

Ava’s eyes widened at both the memory and the thought at Noi being possibly jealous. In retrospect, it’s kinda dumb to think he was unknowingly doing what he did earlier. He knew it’d make Ava feel something for him, and Ava can’t do anything but respect the hustle.

“W-Well..?” Said Noi impatiently. “I wanna know if I have to try harder, Queen Ava.”

The ravenette was a bit taken aback, but she decided to answer his question. “We didn’t do anything, man. Chill out.” She sighed.

Noi lightened his expression and nodded. He moved away from Ava to give her some space and relaxed his muscles.

A ringing sound suddenly startled the both of them. Ava scoured through the pillows to find it, and held up the source of it triumphantly. The smile wasn’t kept for long, as it immediately melted into terror once she looked at the screen.

“Dammit…I don’t feel like Lorelei talking my ear off right now…” lamented Ava, but she still decided to answer.

Before she could even hold the phone up to her ear, screeching and yelling could be heard from the other end. She kept it away from her head while having a tired expression in her face.

The yelling went on for a while before a few breaths were heard and a tiny “hello?” was said. Ava finally held the phone up to her ear and got up.

“Don’t say anything yet, I can totally explain. Just need a private space to talk…” she said glancing at Noi while walking towards the bathroom.

The ginger pouted at the accusation that he’d ever snoop, and turned away. He could hear how Ava giggled at this, and it made his chest warm.

Still looking away, he saw a shadow tower over him that made him yelp. He jumped up and quickly formed his bow and arrow to find out that the figure was just Leif.

The assassin started snickering at Noi’s misunderstanding which made the ginger blush slightly.

“C’mon dude, what the hell would be on earth that’d you even need a weapon?” he shoved Noi playfully.

The smaller shoved Leif back. “You scared me Leif! Almost gave me a heart attack…” he sighed, “I thought you were gonna sleep in again today…”

Leif sat down on Ava’s bed with a groan. “It’s kinda hard to when I can hear you say shit like ‘Did you guys kiss?’ or ‘I wanna know if I have to try harder!’” He said while mocking Noi’s voice.

The ginger’s face grew a bright red and he quickly look away while Leif laughed. He could hear him get up from the bed and get closer to him until he was right next to his ear.

“Lil’ guy jelly? Don’t worry, when I’m king I’ll make sure you’ve got top priority…take that how you wanna.” He whispered.

“Mhm! Yup! Sure! Gonna go now!” Noi sputtered while rushing towards the living room.

Leif laughed to himself and laid back down on the bed. He saw how the ginger’s face grew a bright red and that only made him grin wider.

Annoyingly, that tight feeling in his chest seemed to have gotten worse because of it and it drove him crazy. But now he was in a hole dug by his own snarkiness, so he had to suck it up and continue to be confident.

Lorelei rushed through the streets of New Rune because of Ava once again. It’s been two whole days since she’s heard from her, and she was worried sick.

Sure, they hadn’t talked since the thing with her dads, but Ava usually always answered her calls whenever that had a spat like that beforehand. It didn’t help that she knew what her “friends” actually were, and what they were capable of either.

Lorelei turned the corner towards Ava’s apartment complex. She wanted to help in anyway she could, especially knowing that she really was okay. If giving those guys some human clothes was gonna help, she’s gonna do it in a heartbeat.

The brunette finally made it to the building and burst through the door like a missile startling some folks in the lobby. She said a quick “sorry” before heading towards the elevator.

To her dismay, someone seemed to have been wanting to use it, and she had to go in there with them.

She didn’t mind elevators, but when it’s with a complete stranger she despised them. The way that she’d want to do her little nervous movements, but had to hold each one in, making her space out and be uncomfortable. The way she could tell the stranger noticed her awkwardness and felt uncomfortable too. The way-

She’s rambling. She was rambling in her own head. That probably made her make a face or something. All she needed to do was get to Ava and help.

Ava sat by her kitchen counter watching over the five Daemons. She couldn’t lie, it was pretty interesting to just see how they interacted and reacted to things they barely knew about.

Rhys and Noi seemed glued to the TV. She hadn’t really seen the two even talk to each other, so this must’ve been something rare.

She could tell that Rhys wasn’t the happiest with the smaller’s presence though, with how he’d just hold up his hand when he thought he was talking too much. Which he did a lot.

Asch and Pierce seemed to be whispering about something by the window. It irked Ava that she couldn’t hear a single thing they were saying, but at the same time they had to be whispering for a reason.

Leif was absolutely knocked out on the couch. Ava heard something earlier that he was sleeping in a lot the past two days from Noi before Rhys shut him up again. She wanted to assume it was because of the whole mini cat war they had, but she couldn’t really be sure. A part of her felt that it wasn’t out of tiredness, but if not that, what else?

Ava’s thoughts were stopped by hearing an army of knocks at the door. The four awake men quickly put up their guard, and looked between Ava and the door ready to form their weapons.

“Would you guys chill out? It’s probably just Lorel- I mean…my dear friend and…uh…advisor Lorelei!” She said awkwardly before rushing to the door.

Once she opened it, her smile immediately faded. Finding her landlord, Wesley.

She kinda hated him, but she knew he hated her too. Actually, she could never really tell what he thought of her. She just knew he treated her differently than the other people who lived here.

He looked a tiny bit angry with his bad posture, greasy brown hair, and impossibly pale and acne prone skin. He was taller than Ava, but that wasn’t saying much since she wasn’t the tallest person ever. It’s not like he was short for a guy though.

Ava scanned his other features. He held a comic book close to his chest, and she noticed he was wearing his usual nerdy shirt. She didn’t think she’s ever saw Wesley wear a different type of outfit other than the tried and true nerd shirt and jeans and maybe a grey jacket.

Wesley snapped his fingers in front of Ava’s face to get her attention back. She stopped analyzing the poor guy and shook her head to rid herself of her thoughts.

“Ava! What I-I’m talking about is s-serious! If you’re gonna have your dads pay off your rent, at least have them do it on time!” He complained while adjusting his glasses.

Ava groaned, “I know, and that’s entirely my fault, dude…can I ask my dads to pay it tomorrow? I’m kinda busy today…”

“Ava, it’s been due for five days! Almost a week! You need to pay it today or I’m gonna have to put my foot down.” Wesley stomped his foot to emphasize his point, but it ended up being funny if anything

Ava did her best to hold back her giggles. She knew he was doing his job, but not only did she really need this extra day, she was starting to get a bit irritated.

“Dude, c’mon! Is one day really gonna hurt? I don’t need a squirt like you bossing me around!” insulted Ava.

Wesley stopped fidgeting with his glasses and looked Ava dead in the eyes. “Well this squirt is your landlord! So, yeah! I do have authority over you!” he stomped his foot again and actually made his point known with it.

“Listen, Ava, you’ve broken a lot of rules I’ve just had to overlook! Bringing in some random guys and then…eugh…with them is something I could genuinely kick you out for! No matter what your dads say!” Yelled Wesley.

Ava’s face quickly heated up and she got angrier. “Why the hell would you assume something like that, you weirdo!”

She went to close the door before Wesley stopped her with his book. He forced the door open, pushing back Ava a bit in the process.

“Ava, y-you can’t keep doing this! If you don’t pay your rent today, I will be giving you that notice, and you’ll be out in the next week!” he shouted.

Ava didn’t even pretend like she was intimidated by the man and yawned. That seemed to annoy Wesley even more.

“All I’m asking for is a day! Y’know, you’re kinda pissing me off, dude. Go back to your little goon cave and jerk off to whatever video game porn you like!” Fumed Ava while pushing Wesley and attempting to slam the door.

The landlord stopped her with his book again and pushed Ava back. “Ava I’m fucking serious! I’m not gonna let you insult me and assume things about me anymore! You’re out! You’re done! I’m not dealing with your bullshit any…more…”

Wesley’s face turned into a white Ava didn’t think was possible for a human being. She was extremely confused by the sudden change in attitude until she noticed the unusual amount of shadow around both of them.

Ava looked up to see all five of the Daemons looking dead at Wesley. “We got a problem?” said Asch with his arms crossed.

Wesley backed away, but still somehow stood his ground. “Uh-Uhm we do a-actually…” he stammered.

“Oh, really? Enlighten us then. Go ahead.” Asch put a slight growl in his voice.

Wesley backed up even more, but didn’t even look like he was gonna run away. “Ava hasn’t…paid her rent…and she keeps doing this…surely you guys understand how annoying that can be…especially with my job and stuff…”

“I don’t. I don’t really care either,” stated Asch. He walked towards Wesley and crouched down to his level. “Say another word about this rent shit and see what happens. I dare you.”

Wesley looked away from the Daemon and started to run away without a word. Asch looked into the hallway to make sure he was gone and shut the door.

Ava stared at him in disbelief. She often forgot that these guys were capable of some violent stuff, and she honestly didn’t know how she did.

Asch looked dead at Ava and she quickly looked away. The prince walked closer to her and looked down at her.

“What’s this rent thing you two were talking about?” He asked while maintaining the growl he had in his voice when talking to Wesley.

Ava didn’t even want to talk to the guy when he’s like this. It made her have the same shaky feeling whenever he tried, and succeeded at, intimidating her.

“Uhm…rent is a thing where humans pay money in order to live at a place…” she hesitated.

Asch’s eyes continued to bore into Ava. “If you’re royalty why do you have to abide by such a…peasantry rule?” he questioned.

Ava started to panic. If they saw through her lie, who knows what they would do to her.

“R-Royalty isn’t really above anyone when it comes to things like this. We just come up with…uh… loopholes!” She was only half lying, so it’s not like she was digging her hole deeper.

Asch’s eyes didn’t waver from Ava, but it seemed as if he wanted to drop the topic. “…I’m sure you noticed the lack of food…you gonna do something about that?”

“Ugh! Give me some time, dude! I need to get you guys some disguises before I even think about letting you guys walk around in public.” she complained.

Ava pushed the prince aside to grab her phone from the counter. She could hear him grumbling to himself while she checked to see if Lorelei was nearby.

Lucky for her, a flurry of knocks could be heard from the door. That had to be Lorelei.

She told the Daemons to go back to what they were doing so she could welcome her friend. This time, it actually was the brunette, and she immediately hugged her.

“Oh my god Lorelei, thank you so much!” said Ava while hugging Lorelei tightly. “I’m just really busy! I appreciate the help a lot!”

Lorelei hugged Ava back with much more enthusiasm. “Of course, girl! I’ll have these guys lookin’ stylish!”

The ecstatic brunette speedwalked towards the front of the TV to both Rhys and Noi’s dismay, and put on a her sponsor voice. It wasn’t as squeaky as her content one, but still got her the attention she needed.

“Alright everyone! Get ready to get out there and dominate with style!” She announced while slamming a large duffle bag on the table, startling all the Daemons.

She unzipped the bag and took out a black, sleek, leather jacket paired with a black and red Maximum the Hormone shirt and black acid washed jeans. She took the outfit and handed it over to Asch.

“Go ahead and put this on! It should be your size, but I did kinda guess…” Lorelei trailed off while returning to the bag leaving a confused Asch.

The brunette took out another set of clothes. It was an olive green Harrington jacket with a white shirt and tan cargo shorts paired with a gold chain.

Lorelei handed this to Leif whose eyes immediately lit up as soon as he saw the glistening gold of the chain. He shot Asch a cheeky smile, and the prince huffed in response.

The third outfit was an orange and navy blue wind breaker with an orange beanie and black pants. She handed it off to Noi who looked at the set of clothes with sparkles in his eyes.

Lorelei’s smile faded a bit after taking out a dark blue shirt with an outline of a palm tree and black pants. “I would’ve gotten a better fit for you Pierce, but…you’re kinda…large?”

Leif started wheezing as Noi started to get an offended expression. “L-Lady Lorelei! That’s not a way you should describe Pierce! You should-“ Pierce covered Noi’s mouth with his hand.

“It’s fine. I’m not tiny.” He said simply while taking the clothes from Lorelei.

Lorelei took out a final outfit that comprised of a dark purple turtleneck and beige high rise chino pants. She handed it off to Rhys whose face twisted into a look of nervousness.

Lorelei cocked her head to the side to silently question the Daemon, but he didn’t seem to notice, still fixated on whatever about the outfit made him uncomfortable.

Lorelei stood back in front of the TV while clasping her hands together. “These outfits were specially curated by yours truly to fit your looks and what type of guy Ava thought you were! Do y’all love it?”

The five men sat in silence for a bit looking at their clothes. Lorelei and Ava started to feel a bit awkward. They should’ve known, guys that live in medieval times probably wouldn’t like things like th-

“I think I love this.” Said Asch, still admiring his outfit. “I can almost see the human culture oozing off of this. If it’s what it takes to fit in, I don’t mind it.”

The rest of the Daemons nodded in agreement, saying their thanks to Lorelei. The brunette sighed with relief and made a wide smile.

She cleared her throat, “what are you guys waiting for? Try them on! Go ahead!”

A collective “oh” started to fill the room as they all filed into the bathroom, pushing and shoving each other in the process.

The girls were left to themselves listening to the bickering from the bathroom. Lorelei looked over to the other with an expression much more serious than before.

Ava furrowed her brows, “what? What’d I do?” She questioned. The brunette just sighed and looked away in thought.

“…I saw your landlord…he looked scared to death or something.” She finally said, making the tension in the room thick despite the background noise.

Ava stared off into space. “It’s his fault. I told him, like, a thousand times to give me one extra day.”

“It’s his job though. Using those guys as guard dogs for something that petty is kinda…” Lorelei trailed off letting Ava finish her sentence. “An ass move?” Said the other.

“Yeah…” Lorelei refused to look at Ava, staring right at the wall.

The two stood in silence listening to how the men in the bathroom argued with each other. “Goddamn Noi you’re white! Like, blindingly white!” Said a voice that was most likely Leif.

Ava laughed at the assassin’s comment, but Lorelei still looked at her concerned. The shorter didn’t want to look back at the brunette, but it was like her eyes were begging her to.

“You can’t use them as guard dogs Ava. It’s…I don’t know it feels kinda icky.” Said Lorelei as she went to sit on the couch.

Ava could feel a tinge of anger brewing in her, but she tried to hide it. “In all honesty, it’s none of your business.”

Lorelei glanced at Ava and quickly looked away. “You’re the one who’s making it my business…” she murmured.

All the words Ava wanted to yell at Lorelei honestly made her concerned. They barked and scratched at her throat, begging to be released in Lorelei’s direction. There was no way she could do that to her though, she was helping her.

Fortunately, one of the Daemon guys walked out of the bathroom. She could direct this anger towards them instead.

“YOU! Takin’ forever, my god! Let’s get outta here.” She turned towards the door hoping it wasn’t one of the guys she cared about.

Ava fumbled with the lock of the door for a bit while whoever she just yelled at came right behind her. They towered over her, and even though almost all of them did, this was definitely a way bigger difference.

She slowly turned around finding out that it was Pierce. He didn’t look pissed, but he didn’t look happy either. It was actually a good bit of disappointment, which was probably worse.

“The others are done. We’re waiting on Noi to get the courage to hide his horns.” He said blankly.

Ava raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘get the courage’ you guys did it a few days ago just fine,” she questioned.

“It’s like if let’s say your arm,” Pierce grabbed at Ava’s arm, holding on to it tightly. “Was suddenly ripped off. Bit by bit. That sizzling sensation. It’s not a good feeling.”

Ava took her arm away from the general and gave him a look of fear. Pierce stared for a few seconds before looking away.

Ava, Lorelei, and the five Daemons found themselves strolling throughout the streets of New Rune towards Floormart. It wasn’t the best supermarket in the world, but it sure was cheap, and that’s all Ava needed.

Occasionally one of the guys would ask a quick question about the different things around them. Some were a bit annoying to Ava like: “What are those big screens for?” or “How do your people have so much magic?”

She hated when they would talk about magic and their whole crisis. A part of her wanted them to randomly forget about it, and treat it like it’s such a minor issue. Obviously they weren’t gonna do that though.

The only reason why all of earth hasn’t been blown up or something was because of her lie. That type of pressure is agonizing, and having them constantly remind her of it wasn’t helping.

Ava didn’t know what to do if they found out. She wouldn’t know how to calm them down, lead them somewhere else, nothing. She’s gotta keep this up.

In order to do that though, she’s gotta play along. “They’re to let my people know the goings on!” or “the supply is endless!” little things like that.

Ava didn’t want to linger too much on this. She wanted to enjoy the moment. She had to start doing that instead of just saying it.

“Queen Ava, that over there…that’s Floormart, right?” asked Asch, pointing over to a large building made of stone with big bold letters spelling “Mall of New Rune.”

“It’s not that. It is inside it though.” answered Ava. Asch made a sound of confusion, but Ava didn’t feel like explaining a mall to him.

Ava held the door open for Lorelei and the guys to the entrance to the mall. The Daemons made sounds of awe looking at the oddly lavish inside.

“So…which ones do you want me to be in charge of? Unless you wanna be one group.” whispered Lorelei so the guys couldn’t hear.

Ava didn’t even hesitate. “Please take Asch…if I have to hear another one of his ‘I’m a prince!’ speeches, I think I’ll end it…” she groaned.

The brunette nodded while laughing and walking over to the guys. She grabbed Asch’s hand and led him over to a few stores. Obviously with some protest.

“Hey! The hell are you doing!?” seethed Asch while Lorelei continued to pull him away from the group.

The prince tried to snatch his hand away from the girl, but she had somehow kept his grip on him. It took a minute for the Daemon to realize that there was no way he was escaping Lorelei.

“What’s she doing to Asch?” chuckled Leif while watching the prince grumbling to himself.

“He’s kinda gettin’ annoying…oh, shit! Yeah, you’re not a friend!” she realized. It seemed to be too late, as she saw Leif trying his best not to burst out laughing.

Ava sighed, “you won’t tell him, right? I can’t take another serious talk with the dude…” she massaged her temples.

The assassin took a deep breath to calm himself down. “Don’t worry, Queen Ava. I know how it feels to get talked down to n’ shit.”

The blanchette tried to put his hands behind his head only to find Rhys right behind him. He yelped in fear before quickly covering his mouth and looking at Rhys with annoyance.

“My apologies…” murmured Rhys. He seemed to be paying attention to something completely different. His eyes were trying to stay focused on Leif while squinting.

“Dude, back up! I need my personal space…” he huffed while backing away from the advisor who also made an effort to back off.

“Apologies…” Rhys repeated while squinting his eyes even more.

Ava wanted to ask more, but she quickly dismissed the idea. She didn’t really want to act like a sort of therapist at the moment.

She called out to the remaining Daemons so they could get on their way. Surprisingly, they followed every order Ava would throw at them. Yeah, they were basic ones like: don’t talk to them, don’t touch that, or let’s move on, but they were still listening.

Despite how easy things were being, she could still feel a bit of tension in the air. It was a lot like when she could feel Pierce staring right at her back in the hidden palace she didn’t know she had.

Occasionally, she’d look back at the men following her to spot out who was staring, but all of them looked away just as she did. It got on her nerves so much she kinda just gave up on trying to solve the issue.

The group eventually made it to Floormart, and Ava was relieved. Whoever was staring seemed stopped to admire the scene, and she never thought she’d be glad of how baby-ish these guys could be at times.

She turned to the men and clasped her hands together to grab their attention. “Attention!” she proclaimed, “This here is the finest market around! Behave yourselves if you know what’s good for you.”

Was she actually going to do anything if one of these guys acted out? No, of course not. She could go for the balls, but that involves them retaliating, which she didn’t want at all. She could still feel all the places Leif had kicked her.

Ava signaled for the guys to follow her and they were on their way through the large Floormart.

Lorelei dragged Asch to a spot in the large mall that was far away from Floormart. The whole way he made his arguments and insults and flung them towards the brunette, but she paid no mind.

The two made it to a boba store and Lorelei squealed and held Asch’s hand tighter. “You probably never had boba before, right?” She asked while shifting from foot to foot quickly.

The prince tried to take his hand away from her. “Boa-bah? No, and I don’t want to,” he finally yanked his hand away. “And get off of me!”

Lorelei rolled her eyes, “C’mon! You’ve gotta live a little man! Trust me, boba might be the best thing you’ve ever tasted!”

The brunette tried to grab at Asch’s hand again, but he swatted her hand away quickly. It was light enough that it didn’t hurt her thankfully, but it still stung.

“I said I don’t want any! What type of advisor are you? If I say no then…” Asch trailed off and paused for a bit while looking around. Lorelei was more than confused, but still decided to follow his gaze.

The prince was staring right at a cart offering ribs and other barbecue delicacies. He sniffed for a bit and, almost like a zombie, walked over to it. The brunette matched his pace with a jog and watched as he eyed the food.

Lorelei grew a smug look on her face. “Should’ve known a guy like you would like barbecue.” she took out her wallet, “Want me to buy you some?”

It took a bit for Asch to respond as he became hypnotized by the smell surrounding the area. “I…uh…sure.” He slightly whispered.

Lorelei paid the guy that was selling the meat and he gave her a big pork skewer. When she gave it to the prince he looked as if he was about to cry when he took a bite.

“Haha! Is it good, man?” she giggled as they both walked away from the cart. Asch didn’t respond, too fixated on how tender the pork was when he bit into it.

Lorelei smiled while following Asch through the mall. He’d look at her from time to time, but he mostly just paid attention to his food.

The two decided to sit down on a bench by a store called Cold Topic. The brunette pointed to it. “Y’know, I got your clothes from that store! It fit your color pallette n’ stuff!”

Asch licked some barbecue sauce off his fingers and looked towards the store. It was crass and way too inappropriate for a public store. Wares and clothing with immature words, as well as adult jokes.

Asch wrinkled his nose. “You think I fit that?” he grimaced.

He put his empty basket to the side and sat up straight. Lorelei didn’t know much about the Daemon, but from what Ava has said, she’s in for a bit of a monologue.

“Listen, I’m a prince. I shouldn’t be getting clothes from this…place.” he complained. Lorelei rolled her eyes while smiling.

”I’m already pissed at you for giving Leif gold instead of me, but revealing you got my clothing from such a low quality store is just…” Asch looked over to the brunette only to notice that she was dangerously close to laughing at him.

Lorelei quickly straightened herself up when she saw his gaze, but it was too late. The Daemon looked way too mad to even consider explaining herself.

“Are you serious? Laughing at me while I’m trying to complain to you?” Asch tried to make himself look bigger to intimidate Lorelei. It worked briefly until she got used to how angry he was at the moment.

“I’m sorry dude…you just don’t seem like the type to use big words…” she admitted.

Asch’s eyes widened and a flash of hurt appeared on his face. He replaced the expression with pure rage and got up from the bench.

“So you think I’m a dumbass, huh?” he fumed. “That’s why you’re treating me like this.”

Asch stormed off and before he fully turned away from Lorelei, that same look of hurt appeared on his face. The brunette jumped up and tried to chase him down.

“W-Wait! C’mon I-I wasn’t fully serious!” she cried while shoving people in order to catch up with Asch. “You can’t just switch to fancy language all randomly, man!”

No matter how much Lorelei called out to Asch, the prince seemed to have been tuning her out. She eventually lost him in the crowd, and he was completely gone.

The brunette stood in the middle of the mall dumbly until a stranger bumped into her, forcing her to get by a nearby store. She had to start coming up with a way to find that guy again.

She could tell the lady at the customer service counter to make a alert of a missing person, but not only would that tell Ava she lost him, he’d probably be mad getting treated like a kid.

Lorelei snapped her fingers once she gained an idea. If she could get on the second floor, she might be able to spot Asch. He was wearing all black after all, and not a lot of people in New Rune are willing to do that.

She rushed toward the escalators with a mission in mind. The faster she could find Asch, the faster she could see whatever that expression was about.

Everything was just fine, peachy even. Yeah, she might’ve almost immediately lost all four of the guys right when she walked in, but Ava was doing just fine.

Despite her totally not panicking state, she grabbed a cart and started whizzing through the store. After all, she still needed to get some shopping done.

Ava did the tried and true way of finding anyone in a large store. Walk through the aisles and see if they’re in it. This, sprinkled with actually going in the aisle to get something.

She quickly got sidetracked while looking at a box of Lil’ Deb Cakes. They were the Swiss roll ones, and Ava could almost taste them. No matter how much she tried to stop herself, she ended up grabbing the box. And putting it back down again. And then grabbing the box.

It was a cycle of “You came here for REAL FOOD.” and “Who the heck cares?” It really reminded her how much she needed to start actually going to the gym instead of having her dads continuously have to pay for the membership. Except it didn’t, because who cares about a few cakes.

Ava finally grabbed the box in triumph of beating her inner self.

And then proceeded to succumb to it by putting it back down.

She slowly back away from the box and walked off to do what she was doing earlier until an even more fattening Lil’ Deb Cake caught her eye.

They were Honeycomb buns. Actual, honest to god, Honeycomb buns. She always assumed they got banned where she lived given how much sugar they had and how rare they were.

These were worst health wise than the Swiss rolls, but she could imagine the tears in her eyes if she could even smell the cake’s not-even-honey goodness. Ava subconsciously grabbed the box.

She had to get these. For collection of course. They’re banned, at least she assumed, so she had to get it. For collection. For science, even.

Ava slammed the box back on shelf, startling someone that was shopping near her. She didn’t dare to make eye contact with the person and started to try to make a decision.

Yes, you should buy this. No, you need food. She could’ve stood there for weeks, months, years even, just deciding whether to buy this box of cake. No, actually, she’s over exaggerating, but at the moment it feels like she could.

“Is there anything I could help you with ma’am?” Said someone in a Floormart vest while stocking the shelf with more sweets.

Ava jumped slightly and looked at the worker with annoyance. “Huh? No, I’m good. Just deciding…”

The Floormart employee leaned into Ava’s vision. “Well, if you’re sure about that, may I ask you a quick question?” they asked with a smile.

“Look, I don’t really have the time, I wasn’t even doing this in the first place…what was I doing..?”

“L-Leif! You’re going too fast we’re gonna crash into something!” Shouted Noi while inside a shopping cart. Leif was pushing him and he was about as fast as light.

The two sped past Ava and the worker who were painted with confusion. The employee looked at Ava with concern and she simply just shrugged.

“Leif! Noi! You absolute idiots!” Yelled Rhys while running after the other two Daemons. He was scarily fast, but it seemed to be no match for how fast the shopping cart was with Leif as an engine.

“Heh…that’s what I was lookin’ for…” confessed Ava, slowly walking away from the worker. They reached out for her, and as soon as they did, the ravenette ran away.

“Ma’am! Come back!” They shouted while chasing Ava.

Everyone was running after each other through the entire store. Leif narrowly misses multiple by standers as he at that point didn’t even have to run with the cart.

He glided through the aisles and accidentally knocked over a tower of toilet paper, much to a worker’s dismay. Noi screamed each time Leif dodged someone and shouted an apology.

Rhys was chasing the two like his life depended on it. He swiftly went through any crowds that could get him to cut through their path. He was right behind Leif as he continued to run.

The advisor reached for the collar of Leif’s jacket and grabbed it. The assassin made a slight surprised sound but held tightly to the cart and leaned in forward. This prompted Noi to put all his weight in the front of the cart so they wouldn’t all tip over.

Rhys jumped to where his feet were in that same area Leif’s were and his hands were on the bar. This fixed Leif into a position that didn’t make him the most comfortable.

“Oh, c’mon! There’s gotta be a better way to do this!” Complained Leif while elbowing Rhys’ stomach.

The advisor managed to keep his grip on the cart as he steered clear of any people. “Not only did you leave me to rot, but you’re causing a scene! I’m putting an end to it by stopping this damned cart!”

Rhys proceeded to steer right for where most of the carts were located. Leif started to panic, and with his quick thinking, he leaned back. Rhys couldn’t do anything but lean forward, changing the direction of the cart to the canned foods aisle.

The taller cursed under his breath as Leif started to take control of the cart. “It’s time for you to get outta here!” announced the assassin while he attempted to push Rhys off.

The advisor hopped off the cart but started running to keep up with it. Leif scoffed and tried to bump into him to get him to fall. Rhys slowed down a bit in order to be behind the two Daemons.

He heard the sound of fast turning wheels behind him, and he quickly turned around to see Ava speeding towards him.

“Rhys! You think you can control the cart?” She yelled. The Daemon nodded and she haphazardly got into the front while Rhys quickly took control of steering it.

The two chased Leif and Noi through the store. Ava occasionally asked to get in certain aisles to not only complete her shopping, but to also find Pierce. With all the commotion they were causing, there was no way he couldn’t have noticed them.

Leif ordered Noi to knock down a whole shelf comprised of hard candy. The ginger listened to him, and briefly grabbed onto the shelf before letting it go, making it tip over and spread candy all over the floor.

Rhys slowed the cart to not lose control and crash into anything. “We lost them…” he said, more to himself than to Ava.

“Don’t worry, dude, it’s fine.” she assured, “Besides, I have an idea that’ll catch ‘em!”

Rhys’ ears perked up to show that he was listening, and Ava had to ignore how kinda cute it was.

“From what I’ve seen, you guys usually take Pierce’s word seriously, right? If we can find him, surely he’ll talk some sort of sense into them.” She explained.

Rhys wringed his hands in thought. “I suppose that could work…” he said.

“Great! Let’s get going then!” Chirped Ava while pointing ahead. Rhys got the message and started pushing to speed through the aisles.

Lorelei was starting to get very discouraged. She couldn’t find Asch anywhere, at least no where away from the grocery part of the mall. He’d have to have gone that way, and she knew it’d be a hassle to get him outta there.

She ran down the escalator, almost tripping over on the steps, and ran to the grocery district of the mall. If Ava were to find out she lost sight of Asch, Lorelei wouldn’t never hear the end of it.

Lorelei waded through the crowd looking for any sign of the Daemon. She cursed herself for not being a tad bit taller, at least to see over everyone without having to jump.

“You assholes!” yelled someone a bit ahead of Lorelei. She hopped up with excitement assuming it was Asch getting angry at some other people. She pushed and shoved through people to find the source of the voice.

When she finally got through, all she saw was someone cosplaying as some anime character. They appeared to be doing some type of mini show that caught the attention of lots of people.

Lorelei groaned while going back into the crowd with disappointment. She looked around for any other sign of the prince, but couldn’t see anything. The brunette sat on a nearby bench defeated and sighed. The guy was as good as gone, and all she could do was wait for Ava to get mad at her.

Right up until she could hear some arguing in the store behind her.

“I said that you should fear me! Either that, or I’m killing you right where you stand!” yelled a voice that sounded a lot like Asch.

“Sir, if you keep screaming I’m gonna have to escort you out the store.” said the poor employee behind the counter. They had tons of piercings and blindingly blond hair.

Lorelei jumped up to look through the window of the store. Asch was face to face with the worker and he looked, for lack of better word, pissed. Of course it obviously wasn’t the employee’s fault, but he was aiming to direct it at someone, and they were the closest.

“What type of merchant are you? Huh? I ask you to get me some clothes of my liking, and you can’t even do that?!” shouted the prince.

The worker slammed her fist down on the counter, “Sir, this is a goddamn Klaire’s!” they yelled. “I don’t give a damn anymore!”

The employee leaped towards Asch and knocked him down. They started to choke the prince, but he quickly fought back and started to push them off.

Lorelei started to panic and rushed into the store, “Asch!” she yelled. Right before the prince punched the worker right in their face, he looked at her with fierceness in his eyes. It quickly disappeared, replaced with that same hurt expression.

“‘Tch, why the hell are you here?” He said while getting off the employee.

“Getting you outta here! C’mon!” Lorelei grabbed Asch’s hand and ran out the store.

The two ran for a bit with the brunette intentionally going farther and farther away from the Floormart. Instead, they camped out at an arcade and hid in it. They walked to the near back of it that was home to most of the racing games.

“I think we’ll be fine if we stayed here a bit…” guessed Lorelei. “Hey, you didn’t see anybody take a rectangle thing, did you? Those are called phones and they-“

“Hush…” said the prince absentmindedly. Lorelei made a look at him, but she brushed it off.

He studied the glowing screen showcasing bad 3-D models of bikes racing each other through a beach bathed in sunlight. He seemed enamored with the quick flashing lights that came each time a bike exploded or when they crashed into each other.

Lorelei quickly hopped in his line of sight. “I actually kinda like this game! It gets a lot of hate for the models, but it just kinda adds to the pizazz for me!”

Asch nodded, but in a way that actually signified he was listening. “Mm…could you teach me how to interact with this thing?” he asked. “I’ve seen these ‘video games’ on Ava’s magic box, but I’ve never paid much mind to it.”

The brunette made a wide smile. “Of course, Asch! Lemme just get a few coins out of my-“

“O-M-G, is that LORE-Y?” Squealed a voice behind the two. Asch jumped up quickly, making a sound similar to a startled cat. Lorelei simply sighed and turned around.

“Yup…it’s me…! Hehe…” she waved weakly as the person who screamed got uncomfortably close to her. Up close, they couldn’t be older than 15, so Lorelei gave them the benefit of the doubt with social understandings. Still, way too close.

“I think I might be your biggest fan! Your newest skit is just mwah! French kiss!” rambled the fan. Lorelei nodded over and over, but was clearly unnerved by the person.

“Mhm! Listen now’s not really the time for conversation, but I’d love to talk another time! Y’know I-“

“O-M-G you’re just my hero, LORE-Y! I want a hug! Please? Please?!” pleaded the fan while practically lunging at the poor brunette. Lorelei screamed alerting the Daemon beside her.

Asch kicked away the person right in their stomach, and watched as they tumbled away and curled up in pain. They held their stomach as they got up with tears in their eyes. Quickly, they ran out the arcade as everyone stared at Lorelei and the prince.

The brunette grabbed Asch’s hand and darted out of there without a word. The prince seemed to pick up on the message and didn’t complain one bit.

At this point, no where was safe to even stand for a second. They needed to get out of the mall entirely. Lorelei led Asch through the many staring crowds out of the doors of the mall. They found refuge in the area by the dumpsters.

The two took a minute to catch their breath before they said anything. Asch slumped on the side of the dumpster and put his head in his hands.

“I don’t wanna believe you…” he said, his voice low. Lorelei looked up, confused. “Huh?” she said worryingly.

“I said I don’t wanna believe you!” he yelled, but quickly tried to calm himself down.

Lorelei took a step back, but still stared straight at the man. She crouched down to meet him at his slumped level.

“You think I’m a dumbass, I know you do.” he paused not wanting to hear his voice crack. “I wanna think I’m smart. I had a great education, great tutors, the whole thing. This whole day though, you and Ava have made me feel like a mindless angry monster!”

The prince quickly stood up, towering over Lorelei with, strangely, tears welling up in his eyes.

“There hasn’t been a single day on this gods-forsaken planet where I’ve felt…in control…and it’s so fucking frustrating!” Asch yelled while punching a hole in the mall’s wall.

Lorelei flinched, but stood her ground. She got up and looked at Asch dead in the eyes. She tried to look as empathetic as possible because it really was how she felt. She didn’t want Asch to feel this way.

“I guess you’re right, Asch…I mean, you did get me out of that situation pretty quickly.” She smiled, “Y’know you acted faster than any bodyguard I’ve had.”

Asch’s expression didn’t change. “What’s the point if you don’t mean what you say?” he questioned while furrowing his brows.

Lorelei was speechless while weighing her options. She didn’t know what to do. No matter if she doubled down or went back on what she said, Asch would still be mad at her.

“Listen, I don’t think you’re dumb. Not at all! I promise that I’m just judging you off of your vibe. Y’know?” reassured Lorelei.

The prince looked away, and refused to give Lorelei the time of day. “So I give guard dog vibes, huh? Someone who’s easy to take advantage of? I’m not weak, I’m not dumb, and I’m definitely not gonna let someone like Ava-“

“Okay, but you ARE!” exploded Lorelei. “I genuinely appreciate what you did for me back there! The fact you’re so willing to just do stuff for people is such a nice fact about you, but I need you to know that there’s something’s you don’t understand about earth. Okay?!”

It was Asch’s turn to be taken aback. His eyes widened when he looked towards the brunette, but it seemed the sad emotion that once covered his face was now gone. It was instead replaced by surprise, and thankfully, a bit of understanding.

Lorelei took a small deep breath. “Don’t take this as me saying you shouldn’t trust Ava. She’s my fr- I mean…my queen. Just…question stuff more often, okay?”

Asch softened his expression and let a smile creep up on the corners of his lips. “Of course, Lady Lorelei…”

“Bingo!” exclaimed Ava, “We found him!”

The ravenette pointed at Pierce in the video game aisle staring at some type of poster. His ears perked up just a bit and he looked over at her direction.

Rhys turned the cart sideways and used the conflicting direction of the wheels plus his foot to act as a drift. He stopped only inches away from Pierce, who didn’t flinch even a tiny bit.

“Hey Rhys, Queen Ava, look at this poster…” he said while still looking at the poster. Ava obliged to his request, but the advisor was more than a bit hesitant.

“Pierce, we really don’t have the time at the moment. Leif and Noi are acting like animals here, and you’re the only person they’ll listen to!” he explained, but Pierce seemed to have silently dismissed him.

Rhys did a facepalm and decided to humor the general for at least a few seconds. He almost immediately regretted it, seeing a sight that was way too provocative and obscene for anything public.

“Her breasts are just so…large…that has to be uncomfortable.” said Pierce referring to a character on the poster he was staring at.

“That’s kinda how the cookie crumbles with things like these. Oh! Lemme teach you guys something! So, there’s this thing called a waifu and this girl-“

Rhys groaned into his hands, “We’re getting off track!” he yelled.

Both Ava and Pierce were startled by the advisor’s sudden outburst and took a step away from him. Despite the new distance, Ava could feel how cold Rhys was becoming. She was sure if she were to touch him, her hand would immediately freeze.

“Rhys, calm down…” said Pierce while reaching out to him. The advisor made a point to slap his hand away which made the general furrow his brows at him.

“We don’t have the time to look at how humans portray women! It’d be an excellent study for later, sure, but right now we have to take care of the madmen that are running about this market!” fumed Rhys.

Almost as if they were summoned, Leif and Noi whizzed by the three. They drifted into another aisle while the assassin shot up a middle finger towards them.

Pierce exhaled out his nose as a laugh and went to grab the handle of the cart. “I guess we should catch them. Get in the cart.”

Rhys and Ava looked at each other with confusion. “I don’t know man…I think me and Rhys would be too heavy for it.”

“I’m gonna throw you both over to them and then Rhys will get out and start steering. It’s simple.” explained the general while shrugging.

The advisor made a face, but after Ava agreed, he decided to not protest.

Pierce made a running start and got on the side of the cart while it was still going. He grabbed the side and spun around. The cart, Ava, Rhys, and him were all a fast moving blur that’d make anyone barf.

Eventually, the general let go of the cart in the direction Leif and Noi went, and sent it flying. Ava screamed in both excitement and fear and held on tight to Rhys who held on back.

They landed right in front of the assassin and the ginger, who were forced to take a full stop. The advisor quickly hopped out of the cart and turned it over to the two.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!” complained Leif while turning around. Pierce appeared to stop him right in his tracks.

Leif scoffed, “Don’t be a party pooper, Pierce. Get outta the way real quick. Please?” he laughed nervously.

“You’re making us way more noticeable than needed.” he stated. Despite being simple, his words had a bit of power to it that made Noi immediately concede.

“M-Maybe we should give up Leif…” he cautioned, but the assassin had different ideas.

“Noi you have to have some authority! Some grit! Some self value! Y’know?” lectured Leif. “Stand up man! Have guts! You really gonna let him boss you around like that?”

Noi looked down at his hands. They shook slightly as his eyes hardened. “Maybe..? I’m not sure.”

The ginger looked puzzled looking between Pierce and Leif. The blanchette yelled a few insults at the general who continued to look at them disapprovingly.

Leif was right but at the same time he wasn’t. Noi should stand his ground, but this was Pierce. Someone who’s not only ten times stronger than him, but someone he looked up to.

He wanted to have fun while he was on earth, yet that idea came at the cost of maybe sacrificing the mission. Or was it? No, it wasn’t. Yes, it was.

Yes and no’s filled his head until it was hard for him to weigh his options. If he can’t think, he couldn’t do anything, and if he can’t do anything, he can’t make Leif or Pierce happy.

“Noi, didn’t you want to be my knight or whatever?” piped up Ava. “Well, I’m ordering you to listen to Pierce! Please?”

Noi looked at Ava and his expression softened. How could he forget? Something that he wanted to use as a chance to closer to the girl was wasted messing around with Leif.

The ginger shot him a look and formed his bow. He had to have been controlling him in someway. Why else would he forget everything to try to make the Daemon happy?

“Woah, man! Chill out, I didn’t mean that!” blurted Ava while trying to get out of the cart.

Before things could get worse, a few quick footsteps could be heard coming towards the five. They all looked for the source of it until a short employee popped out of the corner.

“You!” they shouted, “Get out of this store! You’ve caused way too much commotion!”

A worker who was taller than the other appeared beside them. Ava recognized them as the one they saw when she was debating about getting the Lil Deb Cakes.

Now that she’s getting a good look at them, she could notice how piercingly green their eyes were. Their hair was also pitch black too, it’s like whoever colored him put every color on max contrast. Not only that, they had a scar going across one of their eyes. Despite this, they weren’t ugly. Not at all.

Ava could see Noi forming his bow back into his hand and Leif sped off with him in the other direction. Rhys groaned in frustration, but followed their example with Ava still in the cart and Pierce running closely behind.

“Wha-?! Hey! Get back here! I need to report you to the manager!” yelled the shorter employee while chasing them down. The taller one behind them followed.

The four Daemons and Ava sped all across Floormart to get out of there. They passed by a few employees and Ava forced Rhys to make a quick stop by the cash register.

“Queen Ava, surely you can simply apologize and pay for this later?” rushed Rhys. “Or maybe, and this is just an idea…leave it?”

“Oh, don’t get all snarky like Leif! Ugh!” snapped Ava while fumbling around with the different groceries.

Say what you will about job hopping, but it really does teach you a few tricks. Ava’s multiple grocery store jobs really helped out with quickly scanning these groceries.

The taller employee sped around the corner which prompted Rhys to lift Ava and shove her back in the cart. The girl made quite a bit of protest, but eventually gave up as she haphazardly threw money at the cash register.

Everyone burst through the doors of the Floormart and started speeding all across the mall. It proved to be way more difficult trying to dodge people, but Leif and Noi still decided to use the cart and simply took more complicated routes. Rhys, Ava, and Pierce all decided to escape on foot, easily passing through the crowds.

Ava looked around for any sign of Lorelei or Asch. They needed to get out of the mall, but she couldn’t just leave either of them to rot. Especially when the other guys might ask where Asch went in the first place.

If Lady Luck had hated Ava, she might’ve had a change of heart right now, as she saw both the brunette and the prince waiting by the entrance.

Lorelei looked up and her face immediately lightened up. “Ava! We’ve been looking for you guys!” she chirped. “Got us a Zuber, since I’m pretty sure we’re all tired right now!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, we need to go! Now!” rushed Ava while pushing aside the two.

Both Lorelei and Asch were very confused when everyone bulldozed over them until they saw the particular two employees running towards them. They both panicked a bit before following the rest outside to their perfectly timed Zuber.

Everyone shoved and pushed each other into the car with a very confused driver. “Is uh…everyone doing alright?” they asked.

“I promise I’ll tip you really good, just drive to the Serene Apartment Complex!” urged Lorelei while banging in the seat.

The driver listened and floored it. They drifted towards the road and speeded to their destination.

There was a bit of silence accompanied by heavy breathing, which everyone had to admit was a nice change of pace. No one even tried to make a conversation, whether it be because they were tired or there was nothing good to talk about.

It wasn’t uncomfortable though, at least for the seven. It was rather peaceful. More peaceful than it’s ever been for the past few days. They all kinda liked it.

A few hours after everyone went to relax, Lorelei stood up in front of everyone with a giddy expression. Her eyes sparkled even when everyone complained slightly that she was blocking the TV.

“Ava! There was something I wanted to tell you! I’m really sorry I made you wait so long, but-“

“Can this wait a bit after this part?” interrupted Ava while trying to look around Lorelei.

Lorelei pouted, but obliged and moved a bit to the left. She cleared her throat and put out her hand looking expectedly at Ava.

The shorter’s attention was taken up mostly by the TV, but she did happen to notice whatever Lorelei wanted her to look at glistened slightly in the dark. She completely stopped watching the movie to pay attention to the sparkly ring that looked beautiful on the brunette.

It couldn’t be. There’s no way.

“You…you got engaged..?” questioned Ava.

Lorelei squealed, “Yes! O-M-G Ava, you don’t know how happy I was when he proposed.” She looked up, remembering when she got home from helping Ava with her dads.

Ava tried to hide her disappointment. “Oh! Uh…why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Lorelei sat on the couch next to the shorter. “Me and Jake were focused on our families and stuff! By the time I wanted to tell you, you were in your two day long sleep thing.”

Only the TV dared to make any noise as silence deafened everyone’s ears. The Daemons were confused about what a “proposal” was, but it seemed to be something that made Ava uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?” asked Lorelei, unknowingly making her ring painfully noticeable

“It’s just…I thought we were gonna…have like a joint marriage or something!” Ava lied. “Both our special days with our special guys…”

The brunette’s eyes dulled slightly and she looked away from Ava. “Th-That was years ago Ava…plus for us to actually do that we both gotta find someone…”

They both stayed silent until Ava piped up with a quiet “Maybe if we were still together…”

Lorelei quickly stood up and stormed towards the door. The ravenette chased her down and tried to stop her at the door.

“I thought you’d be happy for me! Not jealous!” exploded Lorelei while pushing Ava.

“I am happy! It’s just…well you can’t expect a response you want from your ex right?” reasoned the shorter trying her best to not have the brunette leave.

Tears started to well up in Lorelei’s eyes. “When we broke up, you were the one who still wanted to be friends! You were the one who said we didn’t have to think about the fact that we’re exes! You were the one who promised to be happy for me and Jake!” fumed Lorelei.

Once again, both of them were silent as tears flowed down the brunette’s cheeks. She furrowed her brows and slammed the door in Ava’s face. The ravenette scoffed and stomped to her room, slamming that door shut.

The guys were left all alone. Even if getting to this point was uncomfortable, they still wanted to be alone anyways. Pierce turned the TV up as they all transferred to the back part of the kitchen. Noi turned on the microwave for about 30 minutes to create a little extra noise and act as a timer.

They’ve been having these little meetings ever since they figured Ava wouldn’t wake up for a bit. They usually talked about saving the little food they had left or something new they discovered about earth. Now that the food issue was subdued, they figured talking about new earth discoverings was the way to go.

Pierce stared at Noi and Leif disapprovingly. “I feel you two should say something.” he said sternly.

The assassin looked down at his feet. “We’re sorry…or whatever…” he grumbled.

The ginger stayed silent while looking everywhere but at the general. Pierce got in Noi’s face and furrowed his brows even more.

“Forming your bow in a public place is inappropriate, Noi. Any human could’ve seen that.” he chastised.

Noi finally looked at Pierce, “I…kinda thought you’d be way more mad…unless you’re fuming! Th-Then I’m totally scared and-“

“I’m not mad, just disappointed.” revealed Pierce while the ginger let out a heartbroken whimper. “Rhys is pissed though.”

Both Noi and Leif cursed under their breath as the general handed the floor to the advisor who looked very displeased. He started to massage his temples, which at this point might’ve been for comfort rather than healing a headache, and started his first behavioral speech out of many.

“Not only did you two make absolute fools of yourselves, everyone had to chase after you like you were children!” condemned Rhys.

Leif rolled his eyes, “Dude, we get it, we goofed around too much, big deal. I’m tired, you’re tired, we’re all tired! Surely we can just go to sleep and leave all this behind us, right?” he pleaded.

Rhys pinched the bridge of his nose, “My gods, you are so incompetent!” he lashed. “All you’ve been doing is sleeping, complaining, and eating these days! The least you could’ve done today is do what you’ve been doing!”

Leif clinched his fists and began to cook up an insult, but Rhys continued his attack. “O, but of course! You can’t be useful even when you can be! You just have to be an inconvenience!”

“Oh, look I’m Rhys!” mocked Leif, “I’m so high and mighty and healthy, that I can’t just fathom that maybe, just maybe, Daemons can feel shitty!”

“Feeling that way is an explanation!” retorted Rhys. “It’s fine to feel this way, but what’s not okay is to do fuck all about it!”

“If I want to wallow, let me wallow! Who does it hurt? No one! No one but myself, and I think that’s perfectly fine!”

“How in the gods’ names can you say that when so many Daemons have died because of the fact that there’s no magic!” exploded the advisor. “There are so many back in Chikara, and every other kingdom at that, unknowingly depending on us! Don’t tell me that you’re hurting no one by not trying!”

Leif rolled his eyes, “Well what’ve you been doing?! I don’t remember you doing much about how you can’t see for shit!”

Rhys’ eyes widened, “How…how did you-“

“Oh, you better not widen them peepers! Or else you’d have to hold my hand like a little blind baby!” said Leif sarcastically.

The two stared at each other for a few moments before Asch cleared his throat. “I actually have a quick announcement about the mission. Me and Pierce technically.”

Both Daemons glared at him before backing away from each other. Asch took a look at the time they had left. 15 minutes. It was the perfect amount of time to explained what they learned.

“Pierce and I think we have enough evidence to say that…” he hesitated, “Queen Ava might not be a Queen at all.”

Everything seemed to have paused right in that moment. The mere idea that Ava might’ve been lying to them this whole time about something so important. How else could magic be harvested? How else could Daemons rule earth? And most importantly…

What else could she be lying about?

This took foreveerrrrrrr ughhhhh im glad it’s done tho. I really hope you enjoyed it! This’ll be the last episode to be on tumblr, the rest will be on ao3 which is pretty cool n stuffs! If you have any idea on how I should tag this fic that’d be appreciated 🙏 I don’t have much to yap about so byeee!

[itsoutrageouss]

What you do to me - elliot

Pairing: elliot x reader

Summary: You and Elliot have only exchanged glances for quite some time- never talked, until you stumble into him at a party at the bathroom..

Warnings: Smut, bathroom sex, blowjob, unprotected sexx

Words: 1,8k

A/N: I deleted this but then I got a request for part two, so now I’m re-uploading lmao, so expect another part soon!

Part two here

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Your hips sway to the beat of the music blasting from the massive speakers. The scent of vodka and weed is everywhere you go, and it’s starting to get nauseating. You catch his eye from across the room as he leans his back against the wall, leg bouncing softly to the music while he stares, observing every move of your body. It makes your heart thud harder against your ribcage, and you suddenly, too, become aware of all your movements and expressions. He makes you nervous.

Your friends notice that you’re growing distant and they drag you off to get a new drink in the kitchen. You watch his bleached curls disappear in the crowd of people, much to your dismay.

He cranes his neck to look after you, watching your friends pull you away from his line of sight. You two have never actually talked, which is ridiculous. You have a whole history of glances and looks, but never any words. You don’t even remember when it started, but you swear he is the prettiest boy you have ever seen, but your nerves always get the best of you whenever you try to approach him.

Your drink gets handed to you sloppily, some of the liquid splashing onto the kitchen tile. Quickly your sips turned into gulps - maybe this is the courage you need. Just as you’re about to down the last of whatever the fuck is in that cup, someone nudges you from the side, and it spills all over the front of your shirt. Your gasp turns into a sigh of annoyance. Definitely can’t talk to him, or anybody now.

Pushing through the people, you head for the bathroom- one of your favorite places at a party. Luckily there currently isn’t a line, but the white door is locked when you try turning the handle. Your hand taps impatiently against the doorframe as you feel the alcohol seep through your shirt and stick to your skin. The bathroom door flings open, and you stumble right into Elliot.

“Woah,” he takes a step back, eyes red rimmed from a previous blunt or two. “Sorry,” you mumble, cursing yourself internally. This is not how you planned it at all, and he is right there now, and you can smell him and see all of his features up close. “What?” He leans down slightly to hear you better through the loud bass music.

“I said sorry!” Your voice barely raises, too nervous to actually yell. Within a second his cool fingers grasp your arm and pull you into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You stand frozen, hands out in the air in silent question. “Too loud,” he explains casually, pointing to where the party is still going on, and the music now muffled.

There is silence, from the lack of background noise and newfound situation. You need words now, to communicate. “Got something on your shirt,” he chirps with a light goofy smile on his lips, pointing at where the fabric is darkened.

“Yeah no shit Sherlock” you scoff. His head snaps around the bathroom, like he’s looking for something, before balancing on one foot to reach a towel. He places it on the sink, before walking towards you.

You merely watch everything happen, observing the way he moves with an ease you admire. It’s only when he’s standing right in front of you and places a hand on your hip that you snap out of it, looking up into his brown eyes.

“Sit here,” he says, pushing you backwards until you hit the sink counter. Whatever he’s planning on doing, you are sure you would let him, so you obey and jump up on the counter silently. He stands in between your legs picking up the towel. You hear the faucet water running, soaking up the towel. He pulls the shirt you’re wearing away from you and starts rubbing the towel against it.

Inhaling sharply at how intimate this is, you let yourself relax into it so he knows to keep going. You look only at him, at the color of his skin and plushness of his lips. He feels your stare, and looks up at you from underneath his brows. There’s a kind of curiosity in his eyes that’s glossed with the intoxication of the evening. Of you. His intense glare makes your teeth grind together, not yet daring to look away from him. He lets go of the shirt eventually, and press the towel against it, but this time it’s against you too. You feel the drag of it between your breasts and down to your stomach, with the cold of your shirt between the towel and you, erupting goosebumps on the covered skin. He does it for far longer than necessary, just gently dragging it against you, eyes never leaving yours.

It’s a clear sign. He wants you. And there is no one here, the party still blaring outside the bathroom walls.

You lean down, placing your lips on his and immediately he drops the towel to the floor, his hands finding your waist. He stands up straight, making you lean up to chase his mouth as slender hands smooth up your back and sides,

Turns out you don’t really need words to communicate with him. You’ve barely exchanged a word, and now you’re pulling at each other like it’s oxygen. Your hand moves to his neck, but he stops you in your tracks by grabbing your wrist and guiding you downwards. The kiss breaks as you excitedly follow the path of both your hands, as it drags down, down, down along his t-shirt, until it reaches the hem of his pants. Your hand is trembling as it flicks the button open and slips under the material.

You gasp again when your hand wraps around his dick through his boxers. He’s hard and straining already.

“Feel that?” He asks against your neck, his voice coming out breathy and needy “That’s what you do to me. All the time,” his voice is going straight to your pussy, clenching around nothing at his tone and his words. You squeeze him in response, to which he lets out a harsh exhale, head dropping down to your shoulder.

He’s like a live wire, every nerve set aflame and exposed for you to touch. And that’s exactly what you do, as you pull him free of his pants completely. “Gonna let me fuck you? While everyone is out there?” He asks with a smirk, lips ghosting over your jaw and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Mmm” you moan in response, head tipped back and eyes closed. The darkness moves and swirls in patterns, the alcohol in your system enhancing every touch of his hands and lips. He finds his way under your skirt, moving your panties aside and swiping a single finger through your folds. The touch is cold, and you’re so sensitive and wet already that you grasp his wrist and spread your legs further for him. He notes how wet you are, and it pleases him to no end that the effect you have on him is mutual.

“Too scared to talk to you” you admit in the heat of the moment as he adds another finger, pressing down on your clit.

“Then let’s not talk, hm?” He smiles, and you chuckle nervously but nod, eager to feel more of him. A finger slips inside your wet hole, and your free hand grips his shoulder.

“People are gonna need the bathroom,” you say, the sudden rational thought scaring you.

“This is more important,” is all he replies with a shrug, before slipping the finger out of you and replacing it with the head of his dick. He’s dripping, flushed pink with need as he runs it up and down your folds. The feeling makes you shudder, canting your hips to try getting him inside you. He knows you don’t have too much time, and complies to your ministrations by pressing into you slowly.

There is a pleasant sting to it that makes your toes curl when he’s fully inside, grinding into you to get a little deeper. It’s overwhelming to feel him like this when you’d barely talked but it felt so right.

His pace isn’t slow; quickly plunging in and out of you in short thrusts like he can’t bear to be outside of you for too long. His hands are gripping your waist tightly, crinkling your shirt. “Fuck that’s good” you whimper as you place both your hands on his cheeks, cradling his beautiful, blissed out face.

His eyes open, looking intensely at you as his hips smack against yours, making you rock against the tile surface of the counter while simultaneously pushing you into the mirror on the wall.

“Touch yourself for me, pretty” he moans out, lips seeking your neck where he sucks and bites, destined to leave marks. Your fingers eagerly find your clit, drawing quick circles around it. The pleasure spikes and you clench around him impossibly tightly. He stops kissing your neck to stutter out a groan, his hips pushing deeper into you. It makes you see stars, and you choke out his name, dragging his body to you as you clench around him even harder, thighs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

“That’s fucking it,” he whispers, continuing his now shallow thrusts into your wet pussy. He feels the hot rush of your cum around him and immediately pulls out so he doesn’t cum inside you.

“Can I swallow?” You ask, looking mesmerized at his straining cock as he strokes it slowly in front of you. He’s speechless, merely nodding as you get down on your knees. You can hear someone outside the door, so you take him as deep as you can, feeling him nudge the back of your throat, moaning around him as the taste of him and you combined hits your tongue. You nearly gag, but swallow around him instead and a hand flies into your hair while his hips buck into your mouth and his head throws back. You see his throat bobbing as he gasps for air, hot spurts of cum gliding down your throat.

“Are you fucking in there or sommething?” A loud bang on the door pulls you back to reality. You whip your head up to his eyes with a panicked look, but he only chuckles softly, pulling you to your feet.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asks, still slightly out of breath. His lips are almost touching yours and you nod before pecking them quickly. He tucks himself back into his pants, unlocking the door as you try to collect yourself and clean up your appearance. Whoever’s outside the door goes silent as the two of you slip out and through the crowds of people again.

This definitely wasn't the way you planned to talk to him, but it definitely wasn’t bad either.

[tsunderedoctor]

This just popped in my head- I am using my OC/Self-Insert for this idea, but I will try to make it where it can be for anyone!!

Idea is how Shachi and Penguin would handle a younger crew member who is more innocent when it comes to dirty thoughts and whatnot, I just see them as cool big brothers lmao (thanks @cyborg-franky​ for encouraging me to post this!!)

Big Bros Below~!

Your innocent nature was something new to them, something they weren’t used to in their line of work. At first, they had figured you were joking, not grasping their dirty jokes, though your blank stare finally caught on, you truly didn’t understand. It was nice for them, not getting hit in the head by Ikkaku, they could say whatever they want and you never caught on!

Unfortunately, sometimes things didn’t end well, whenever they made snide comments or names to one another, you would cross your brows in confusion, asking what it meant. Usually they would ignore it or mutter an answer, one day however, Penguin felt adventurous and told you to ask Law. They had cleanup duty for the whole month after.

Despite you getting them in trouble (on accident of course-), they still stood by your side when people would make flirty comments to you or try to lure you away somewhere. One man had the nerves to offer you a spot in his crew, which ended with him getting yelled at and threatened by the two men, who only scolded your innocent nature after. Now either both or one of them are always with you in the towns the crew stops off, always giving off this threatening aura you don’t seem to understand.

They had finally offered to help you understand things from a more- dirtier mindset, in the end, their jokes and words were heard by the rest of the crew and they ended up getting checked by Law in the infirmary, much to the brunet’s annoyance. Once again, when he learned the truth to their motives, the sub never looked so clean.

As for the other members of the crew, they don’t mind it and do their best to save your innocence, Law especially. Though, it can be annoying and embarrassing when you ask him questions on topics he rather not be involved in. Though his embarrassment only grows with those two around you all the time-

In the end, the two were grounded from you and Bepo became your new best friend. Maybe next time they will learn how to be better big bros :)

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[crab-in-a-pocket]

reserved farmer headcanons + meeting the bachelors for the first time!

wanted to make some generally reserved farmer headcanons to kick off this blog and bc i see a lot of very friendly farmers out there and i... am not one of them LMAO

additionally, there's reference to a supposed volatile relationship with a (former?) loved one (projection time!)

also i forgot to open my askbox bc idk how to tumblr ?? i think it's open now (i hope).

tw: drinking and alcoholism, references to past trauma, one Bad Word (sh^t!)

when you first meet everyone, it's a quiet greeting and maybe a witty remark, but you don't stay for any chit-chat

close-lipped smiles are your signature move, along with the Man Nod whenever you run into someone

you are, of course, a nice and courteous person but you don't feel the need to say hello to everyone every damn time you pass by them because, really, you're too busy rushing to Pierre's for some seeds or lugging around foraged beach stuff

okay, maybe some of them think you're a little cold and an introvert who has... problems

but you're not! you are a strong and emotionally stable farmer who gets Shit Done and prefers to observe over participate and think over talk!

mayor lewis is extremely puzzled and almost mistakes you for someone else-- it's been over a decade and people change too much, too soon. he makes a remark about a wishing well your grandfather had built long ago (remember the well? how you fell in it that one time?) and you nod along politely (i didn't fall, i climbed in because i desperately needed my wish to come true)

it's nice to meet people who aren't as temperemental as the tides. maybe, for once, you could have a proper relationship with someone.

alex

easily the most annoying and extroverted person in town what with his obsession with sports and loud, brash personality but you two get along fabulously because you had that same passion for gridball in college before you were too busy being a corporate slave

he's a little surprised that you sit next to him at the saloon but he goes along easily and the conversation flows between the two of you easily, ranging from future plans (thinking of going pro... think i'll make it?) to the weather without sounding like you're making fake smalltalk (i wanted to play pro, too, and here i am now. if you really want it, you'll have to leave this all behind)

there's something genuine about him that's intriguing and it leaves you wanting to find out and see what the real alex is like inside because you can see through that wall he's made

and there's something enigmatic about you, who is reserved and quiet and seems to be a simple open book, when in fact, you are a very attractive onion with many, many layers

sam

you think he's immature. a wildchild, a manchild, a wildmanchild, really. sam, on the other hand, is drawn in by your calmness and how in-control you appear to be-- when you offer to play a game of pool when sebastian doesn't show up, he's delighted at the opportunity to know you better

okay, so he is immature and a wildmanchild but there is a softness in him that surprises you every time he shows it-- which is frequently around you

he has a soft smile to counteract his proud one and he's so in awe of how you get so much stuff done every day (i don't know how you do it, that's gotta be tough), every week, and every month (you'd like the responsibility, i think. to me, it's one big project i need to finish)

he has instant crush on you because you're so cool even though your line of profession really doesn't evoke much awe. i mean, you're  attractive, you are so in control of your life, and you have a really cute smile whenever he compliments you-- how could he not?

shane

bit bold of you to sit next to him at the saloon because every knows he's can be a real asshole, but he glances at you with a hint of awe and more than a hint of annoyance. you elect to ignore this and choose to order a whisky on the rocks (if you don't drink, call it apple juice)

whisky: shane's a touch impressed because you look like a lightweight. well, it's nice that someone can hold their liquor. he makes a remark about it (planning on getting drunk, huh?) and you raise a brow at him, looking a little haughty and tell him that it's your drink for the week. he's annoyed at your remark and starts an argument that surprisingly, settles down into a civil conversation

apple juice: he snorts at that and makes a remark about meeting penny for your lessons the next day. you play along and sip at your drink, making witty remarks (thank yoba for hangovers. it's the non-drinker's edge, really. just like not having liver failure). he's not sure if he should be annoyed or impressed at your cool-as-a-cucumber personality, not sure if it's too big city or too closed-off

you offer to buy him a pizza if you can take a away his beer-- at any rate, he looks like he'll end up with liver failure the way he's going. shane aquiesces and devours the entire pizza. your conversation is slow and punctuated with his loud chewing but you're pleasantly suprised that he's quite smart and well-read about whatever you're interested in

the fourth time you sit next to him, he turns down your pizza and doesn't say a word. neither do you and it's almost like it's back to square one until you realize that he hasn't made a single salty remark about anything. you decide to try again the day after tomorrow-- nothing comes too quickly to people like you and shane.

sebastian

it was the necklace you wore that caught his eye. a shining teardrop stone hanging off a gleaming silver chain. he had spoken before he could stop himself and watched as you smiled and told him he was right-- it is supposed to be a Yeti's tear.

you're pleased to meet someone who is also a homebody and a touch more reserved than a lot of other people in town. he's easy to get along with (oh, you're kidding, you really have the signed edition?) and he's got pretty good taste when it comes to literature-- after all, who can refuse a good sci-fi book? (of course i do, i'm dedicated fan)

oddly enough, your conversation is quick and eager and not all reserved. instead of the companionable silence everyone assumes you two to have, you two nearly talk over each other because you finally have someone to complain to about everyone's over-friendliness and he finally has someone who understands what it's like to be trapped in a small world

you tease him about the corporate rat race and he fires back at you about being a part of it. you like sebastian and he likes you-- it's as simple as that.

elliot

he had heard of you through leah who had heard of you through emily who had heard of you through gus who had heard of you from lewis. it was a long grapevine and he's not sure how much of the truth was preserved and it's almost a relief to meet you because, to be frank, he's tired of being the town's newcomer.

first-- you're not peppy and overly cheerful at all. second, you are definitely not hot-tempered. and third, there's something so fascinating about you, something hidden under your calm, pragmatic character. he finds a kindred spirit in you, save for the flowery words and, admittedly, the vanity.

you're amused to meet a writer living on the beach. the cabin was built by one of your grandfather's old friends, a rather surly man who had taken a liking to you when you were much younger. while the hut is in no way fancy, you can't help but consider how pretentious and, contrastingly, humble the writer must be. pretentious in such a way that he thinks living in a sandy, damp shack is a way to beat writer's block (it's odd, it's rarely a choice people make) and humble in such a way that he accepts and bears with living in a worn house with little complaint (it's admirable, if not a little silly!)

you find yourself in his company late at night when you can't sleep and it's so easy to open up to him because he's kind, he listens, and most importantly, he's not embarassed to admit he's got faults, at least to you. you let him see past your collected facade and into your cracked heart far sooner than you think and elliot doesn't mind at all

harvey

you might be the most mysterious person in town simply because of the way you present yourself. he finds himself always stuttering a little whenever you're around because of the way you watch him, set in a relaxed stance, your gaze flat and cool. later, he realizes that it's your resting face. he wonders about what you'd look like if you smiled-- really smiled

he's touched at the fact that you buy him coffee whenever he had to patch you up-- which is frequently, given your liking for the mines. you're adorable when he gives you general anesthesia. he had run out of local anesthesia and you needed a fair amount of stitches and though you told him that you have a high pain tolerance (stitches are far more painful than you think. i really don't want to put you through that), he insisted and you let him (fine, fine. get on with it, doctor). you had let out several inappropriate jokes under anesthesia and your cheeks had hurt from laughing non-stop

harvey's entranced. there's no other way to put it-- he's bewitched by your bright character hiding under that collected facade. he never pries for your secrets because he's got secrets, too. you like harvey because he's sweet and compassionate and even though he has to put up a firm, professional affectation, he wears his heart on his sleeve.

you see him as a friend at first, all platonic and it seems to be the end of it. but one day, as you hand him a coffee, he laughs and smiles and hands you a coffee just the way you like it. you're falling for him so hard and fast you think someone's put a spell on you that makes you notice the minute expressions on his face and mull over the way he talks to you. you're in love with him-- you can only hope he feels the same way too

[ddarker-dreams]

🎀 scarlet ribbons.

ITS SELF INDULGENT FRIDAY BOIS !! time for scarlet ribbons headcanons that i’ve been working on in between commissions, this is essentially just a reverse harem ...  there’s no yandere here for once, just some vibes... click here for an explanation ! the reader described here is the same in all the scenarios. i’m using she/her pronouns for this reader.

Bruno Bucciarati;

He forms a special kind of attachment to you, seeing as you’ll be the second person to join his team. You won over his compassionate heart, preventing a much crueler fate. As a foreign exchange student, you had taken out a loan with Passione to complete your education. The problem is, the egregious amount of interest being too much for you to pay back on time. Bucciarati had been ordered to collect your debt. Instead of following through with his orders, he used his favor with Polpo to let you pay back your debt by working for Passione under his leadership.

Appreciates the dynamic and resolve you bring to the group. While he tries his best not to show favoritism to any members of his team, you’re someone he always looks out for extra much. Not because he thinks of you incapable, but because his care for you runs deep after knowing you for years. He’s definitely going to catch onto the others holding similar feelings for you though.

Acts a bit different towards you in one on one scenarios, versus when the others are around. He’s more relaxed when it’s only the two of you, speaking of matters not relating to work and checking up on your well being. Bruno realizes he could listen to you for hours, enjoying your unique perspective. He also finds your foreign accent endearing, and has mentioned it to see how you blush at the compliment.

Super sweet with you, always has looked out for your best interest. He’s your go to when you feel stressed about your situation, providing the support you need, since he’s the only person aware of your circumstances. Bruno is reassuring, helping you in the moments the debt to the organization feels impossible to overcome. He’s offered to help pay for part of it, but you always refuse, feeling grateful enough to him as is. It pains him to see you hurting, but he does anything he can to make you feel better. Always pays for your meals though, no matter how much you raise a fuss about it. 

Giorno Giovanna;

There’s a certain warmth in you that he wasn’t sure what to think of at first. Giorno is an astute individual, making observations from afar, watching you joking and smiling with the rest of the team. He eventually comes to the conclusion that your presence fills his stomach with butterflies, seeing your more lighthearted approach to life. There’s something intoxicating about it, and he’ll jump for any opportunity to spend time with you much to the annoyance of everyone else, they already had enough competition wtf.

He’s a coy little shit at times. Giorno sees how the others look at you, especially how obvious Narancia and Mista are. When they get defensive over how much Giorno is talking to you, he’ll just flash a faux innocent smile and ask what the problem with it is. It’s more effective on Narancia, who just ends up sputtering before slinking away in defeat. Mista can kinda deflect the accusation better, though there’s still a blush on his face. Giorno knows what he’s doing lmaoo

It infuriates Abbacchio how obvious he is with you, like, the audacity of this man. Just swinging into Bucciarati’s team, trying to woo you away. Giorno is always asking for your opinion on how to proceed with certain things, even if his mind has already been made up. Anything just to talk to you. Most likely going to receive Abbacchio’s scorn the most for this, especially since Giorno will lean closer to you when you’re answering his questions. Giorno is just going :) , meanwhile Narancia is furiously taking notes. (”Okay, so if I ask [First] about this, I have an excuse to get closer to her...!)

He did strongly in school, maybe not as well as Fugo but is definitely academically gifted. So that means when he enters the picture, Fugo has some Competition for the English speaking buddy role. Giorno can understand most simple phrases and is capable of following the conversation, occasionally interjecting when he feels confident enough. Fugo might try and make his conversations with you more complicated because of this, since he’s petty and wants all your attention. You’re meant to be his English speaking buddy >:( !!

To be honest, Giorno’s not really sure what he’s doing, despite the suave impression he gives. Giorno has charisma, sure, but this is all very new to him. He’s still learning as he goes, and pays very close attention to how everyone else interacts with you. Anything to see your preferences, so he can use it to his advantage later. Has a large mental file on you, that comes in handy. He isn’t so much flirty, but more seeking out your company and thoughts on things.

Guido Mista;

Poor Mista almost friendzones himself in a way... he doesn’t mean to, but he wants to warm up to you in his own way!! And that way is through joking around and a lot of “friendly” banter. The friendly banter is more like thinly veiled flirting. He tries so hard to act cool and mysterious around you, like a Clint Eastwood character. Ends up being super goofy, though it works in his favor since he gets to see your cute smile!!! Victory!! 

Mista has no shame. He’ll show up outside your apartment, food in hand, saying he wants to come over and hang. He even lets you pick the movie if that’s what you want to do!! A true honor, since Mista is willing to sit through stuff he wouldn’t normally be interested in all for the sake of winning you over. <33 

Probably tied with Narancia for the most Unfortunate Mishaps to occur when attempting to woo you. Some favorites include, but are not limited to: when he tried giving you flowers but they kept making him sneeze, that time he was leaning against your door frame and fell over, and basically anything that happens when the Pistols come out. They wanna be his lil wing men, but they keep screwing him over... :< 

“[First]!! [First]!! We’re bored, come hang out with us instead!!!!” You’ll end up with a flurry of Pistols swirling around you very often, putting Mista’s affection for you on full display. It irritates Fugo the most, he almost wants to smack them away like they’re flies lmao. They might start sweatin’ when they see Fugo’s eyebrow twitch, the Stand often interrupting your conversations with the blonde. Mista tests his patience for sure. 

Pannacotta Fugo;

A bit of a typical tsun towards you at first. He’s all acting high and mighty, huffing about the newest member of the team not being as bright as him. In reality he just thinks you’re vvv cute, and doesn’t know how to process it. You greet him and his brain just kinda short circuits, and he gives a standoffish insult before running off to hide his blush. Bruno would find it endearing if not for his feelings for you lmao.

How he gets over this initial stump at the start of your relationship is by acting like you need his help. Especially if you stumble over any Italian words, namely Naples lingo being more difficult to master. He takes it upon himself to help you out... in reality he just really wants to spend more time with you. Also, seeing you stumble over words is precious, he tries not to tease you about it though. Does occasionally...

You end up being roommate at the start!!! To save money, but it’s whatever, who cares about the practical reasoning behind it. What matters is that he gets to spend even more time with you than the others. The problem is that Narancia and Mista make a point to come by often, which he finds to be very irritating. They even crash at your shared apartment at times, but because of how messy they are, don’t get an invitation to live permanently. Fugo is smug about how you picked him due to his cleanliness >:)c

English speaking buddies !! He might not be fluent in it, but he’s better at it than everyone else. Also a lot more capable of learning it, just for the sake of impressing you. Gets this very pleased look on his face when you two speak in simple English, Narancia staring over, pouting for being left out. It’s like a special connection or something, not that Fugo would ever admit to saying that to you. He’s flexing his academic muscles. 

Narancia Ghirgha;

Anyone could look over at Narancia and see his huge heart eyes for you. You like the same foreign music as him!! You can speak another language!! He wants to learn English from you, and keeps asking. Sometimes butchers the pronunciation but god it’s so cute who cares. Teach Narancia one phrase and he’s gonna be saying it nonstop for the rest of the week. Fugo, the only other member to understand English on a decent level until GioGio, is gonna be miserable whenever this happens. That’s his thing with you! Why can’t Narancia get something else, smh ...

If you recommend him a song he will not stop listening to it. Also expect a lot of discussions about different artists, mostly hip hop ones when Narancia is leading the conversation. He thinks it’s so cool you understand what they’re saying!! Is gonna ask you to translate them a lot. He kinda just stares at you, mouth agape when you’re singing along, like woah!! His crush is so talented. 

His most treasured moments with you, is when you recommend one another music, and share headphones. Sometimes you just bob your head to the rhythm, or sing along. Whatever the case, he gets to be close to you, and his brain is practically turning to mush at the fact your thighs are touching. 

Fugo did him dirty once in the past. Before Narancia realized he had Competition for your affections, he went to Fugo, asking how to compliment you in English. He should’ve known by how Fugo was staring at him with the most malicious smirk that he made a mistake. The next day, when meeting up at Libeccio, he came up to you. Chest puffed out, proud after a night of practicing his phrase. Then proceeded to say to you in English, “I am a fucking idiot!!!!” looking all smiley and excited. Needless to say, you almost spit out your food and laughed about it for a long time. Narancia has been planning his revenge on Fugo ever since...

Narancia follows you around like a lost puppy at times, but he’s a lot of fun to hang out around!! He’ll buy you gelato, and even lets you have a bite of his food if you ask. No one else has this special privilege. There is a time you offered to let him try a sip of your drink, and he almost melted. All his brain could think of is, indirect kiss, indirect kiss!!!! One of the best moments of his life tbh. 

Leone Abbacchio;

Abbacchio put a lot of effort into distancing himself from you. Why do you smile so much?? It makes him uncomfortable being around you, someone who is basically sunshine stuffed into a human body. It reminds him of all his shortcomings, which he feels he has no shortage of. But when you make the initially irritating decision to keep speaking to him, only giving space when you felt he really needed it, it won over his little grinch heart. 

He’s been wrapped around your finger ever since. Unlike the other bumbling buffoons who are tripping over themselves to get an ounce of your attention, he plays it cool. More of a Bucciarati approach to things. Asking about your interests, letting you do most of the talking so he has no chance to embarrass himself (like *cough* Narancia *cough*).

Next to Fugo, is most likely to call other members out on their nonsense. He wouldn’t dare do so for Bruno, but everyone else is fair game. The main victim to this treatment is Giorno. Abbacchio might even offer some “advice” to him, giving false information all under the guise of assisting Giorno’s pursuit of you. He takes a more hands off approach on everyone else. 

He doesn’t want to invite you over to his place because of how dreary it is, so he has to find other ways to get one on one time with you. This mostly happens by talking about things no one else finds of interest to you, namely makeup or other fashion things. 

You are the only person who gets to call him any nicknames, the one you lean towards typically being Abba. Narancia once made a mistake of calling him this, only to earn a very threatening glare. When you do it though, he has to push down the urge to smile. How cute!! 

Trish Una;

Gay rights time . Trish looks at you and immediately thinks wow, perfect girlfriend material right there. Still acts a bit reserved at first, considering her complex situation and how she’s still piecing it all together in her heard. Since you’re the only other girl on the team, she gets the benefit of Bucciarati assigning you to be extra close to her. All according to plan heheh >:) 

When she flirts, she goes all in. Asking about what kind of perfume you wear, your favorite shade of lipstick, what kind of outfits you like the most. All of it is under the pretense of getting to know you better, and while she does enjoy that aspect of it, she might start adopting some of the things you find appealing. She is 100% gonna ask to borrow your shirts and makeup, and extends the same offer to you. 

Trish is far more playful with you than the others, who all just kinda stare at the interactions like ??? When you were her bodyguard, she always subconsciously went to sit down next to you. No one else on the team can say anything, since she’s the boss’ daughter after all !! She considered you more of a distraction from her anxiety inducing situation at first, seeing as you had shared interests to speak about. Over time, your doting nature over her won out. 

Would be pissed if you ever got hurt trying to defend her. You might joke around about how you’re her bodyguard, not the other way around. Trish just can’t bear the thought of losing someone important to her, after all she’s already lost. 

Her phone background is a selfie the two of you took, even after she eventually distances herself from Passione to advance her singing career. Expect lots of texts messages, checking up on how you’re doing!! Trish unfortunately has a busy schedule, that requires a lot of traveling for her concerts and other bookings. Though anytime she is near Naples, she’s messaging you and asking to meet up. <33 

[egcdeath]

secret santa

pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader

a/n: this is so self indulgent. SO SELF INDULGENT. more self indulgent than anyone will ever be able to comprehend. before u all read this, i want u to know it was originally supposed to be about training ransom at a job, but then i realized that i nothing about 1. working at a coffee shop and 2. training an employee. also, i am the worst at writing dialogue. so i didn’t write a lot of dialogue LMAO enjoy :)

also, half of this was written at 1 am. just a warning

warnings: coffee shop au, enemies (kinda) to lovers, a lil fluff, not really angst but bitter feelings, kinda slow burn and then all the sudden a fast burn i’m sorry 😭

word count: 2.6k

You woke up to the sound of your alarm rumbling your bedside table sometime around the asscrack of dawn, and rubbed your eyes with a groan. Sometimes, you really couldn’t stand your job, but bills didn’t really pay themselves, did they? You rolled out of bed, and began your dreaded morning routine before heading out to start your opening shift at your local café.

Somewhere between warming up the espresso machine and taking out last night’s trash (which you shouldn’t have had to do in the first place), an older, yet expensive looking car pulled up to the front of the parking lot. You were a bit confused, as you’d never seen this vehicle, and it was quite clear that you weren’t exactly open yet. You watched as a tall man hopped out of the car, wearing a large peacoat and very unnecessary sunglasses. He approached the door, gave it a knock, then waited for you to come open it for him. Reluctantly, you made your way over, and in order to keep yourself safe, began to speak through the glass.

“Can I help you?” You asked in an annoyed tone, then gestured towards the piece of paper that labeled your hours on the door. There was no reason for any customer to be here this early. You looked up at the mystery man and made a rather intense eye contact with him. If this was any indicator of your crowd today, work was going to be far from pleasant.

“Yeah, I was told that I’m starting today?” He had a wicked smirk on his face, like he knew he was getting under your skin already. You hated people like him, and couldn’t believe that he could possibly be your coworker. On the bright side, he probably wouldn’t last long in the first place.

“Well, are you sure you’re here on time? I can’t see any situation where Melissa would schedule to open for your very first shift.” You commented with a furrowed brow.

“Eh, I kinda just figured I’d come in whenever. The girl in my bed was an early riser, so I thought to myself ‘Why not just come in now?’” He said casually.

“Your name?” You inquired, trying to keep your annoyance to yourself, and put on a customer service smile.

“Hugh, or Ransom,” he responded. You turned around, allowed yourself a huff and eye roll, then walked through the kitchen, and into the break room to check if he truly was a new employee, or just some random creep. Sure enough, a bright pink post-it note in very neat handwriting confirmed this man’s existence. You made your way back to the door, unlocked it, and let him in.

“Since you’re here, you should… set down the chairs,” you told him, less than entertained by his presence. You could just tell he was bad news. This Ransom guy was like the textbook definition of a red flag. He talked your ear off while you tried to get through your opening routine, some casual remarks about his last hookup, complaints about how he only got this job because his mother was a regular and good friends with your manager, and how he was threatened to get cut out of his grandfather’s will if he didn’t get employed soon, and what better way to spite your family than to mess up their daily coffees.

Eventually, a few more of your coworkers, along with your manager, Melissa, made it to the café before the morning rush began. You were sitting down at your typical barstool spot, and sipping an iced Americano when Melissa broke the news to you that you would be training the new employee. Upon hearing the news, you audibly groaned, and rubbed your forehead. There was no way that you could handle this man.

-------

During his first week, Ransom not only managed to offer (and successfully give) six customers his phone number, break two mugs, mess up more orders than even Euclid could comprehend, and spill straws a multitude of times all over the floor, but he began to flirt with you relentlessly. You had no idea why you’d become his new target of choice, when it was clear that he could have literally anyone he wanted. Maybe he liked that you were playing hard to get.

If you were being honest, you had to accept that he was handsome. And rich. And the definition of a fuckboy. And since you were being frank with yourself, you had to acknowledge that you were attracted to that ‘toxic and will treat you like shit’ kind of guy. You had a roster of ex boyfriends to prove that for you.

---

It was a pretty slow Tuesday afternoon, which meant you were sitting on your phone until a customer placed an order. Eventually, the little bell above the door chimed, and an older man came through, ordering a dark and bitter drink, then standing by the counter to wait. You began to restock lids while Ransom took care of making the drink, and once it was ready, you passed it over to the man. The man in question took a rather large sip, then promptly spat it out.

“What the fuck is this!” He roared, barely giving you time to react before he proceeded to toss the drink at you, spilling most of the hot content on your apron.

You gasped, gawking down at your scorched and ruined clothing, then up at the customer, who’d turned around with a huff and left, leaving a stream of strong language on his way out. You bit back tears at the whole fiasco, and cringed as both the steamy drink, and your salty tears stung different parts of your body. You turned to look at the barista, who had passed you along the drink, and were met with no other than the white devil himself. It seemed that all the blood had drained from his already otherwise pale face.

“Oh my god, this is all my fault,” he began remorsefully. “Let me make it up to you somehow.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair, and shoving Ransom angrily while you more or less stomped into the staff bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and frowned before bringing up your bundled apron to your face and screaming into it. Stupid fucking customers. Stupid fucking job. Stupid fucking Ransom. It’s like he came to your job just to make it hell. You were tired of cleaning up all these messes for him, and honestly, you wish he’d just quit already. The longer you worked with him, the more tempted you were to pour sugar in his gas tank, then take a club and break all the windows in the Beemer.

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For the next month, your brain was completely elsewhere at work. Your brain was constantly going back and forth with you between finding Ransom hot and horrendous. While the pair of you finished up closing one night, you heard your coworker begin to speak to you as you placed your hand on the keys in your pocket.

“I know you hate me, Y/N. I get it. What that guy did to you was awful, and yes it was my fault, but what else have I done to hurt you?” He asked, seemingly out of the blue. You weren’t even sure how to respond. Ignoring the man and demonizing him in your head had become almost a second nature. “I mean, I think we could’ve been good friends. Even though you seem to think I’m devil incarnate, I think you’re a pretty cool chick-“ he continued before being cut off by you.

“Why do you even care?” you burst out, “Ransom, you just don’t get it do you? You’re just.. a douchebag. I get it, you have your moments where you’re candid and open with people, but half of the time you’re talking, you’re objectifying someone. Or bragging about something you own. Don’t get me wrong, I could get past what you did to me on accident, but you seriously have to work on yourself,” the words just seemed to pour out without your control. “Goodnight, Ransom,” you said simply before leaving the café for the night.

——

Since that day, the tension between you and Ransom had evidently become more thick. Since he was finally finished training with you, you made sure to only speak to him if you absolutely needed to, and even then, you only communicated with him in brief and straightforward answers. Sure, it seemed like a small thing to be upset about, and sure, he’d apologized, but something told you that any excuse to stay away from Ransom was a good excuse.

Though he appeared to be an immoral and selfish man, he seemed genuinely sorry for all that he’d put you through. Occasionally, you’d be sitting in the break room and look up from your phone to see him watching you. When you’d make eye contact, he would look like he wanted to say something to you, but your petty ass would leave, or look back at your phone. He was bad news anyway.

Your boss quickly caught onto what was going on between the two of you, and usually, Melissa didn’t like to participate in petty drama, but your new sour mood was such a stark contrast from before, and it seemed to shift the whole mood of the café.

That afternoon, Melissa called for a team meeting a bit before closing, and suggested a family dinner along with a Secret Santa. She’d said something along the lines of ‘It’s been way too long since we’ve done a team bonding activity, and a gift exchange is perfectly fitting for the Holiday season.’ This did make you perk up, as Melissa had a great taste in restaurants, and you were always down for a good gift exchange.

Melissa then told everyone to write their names down, then put them in a decorative Santa hat. You and your coworkers obliged, then began to pass around the hat once again in order to draw a name. You really hoped to get Xavier. You had the perfect idea of something he’d love. As you drew a piece of paper from the hat, you imagined the matching pair of fluffy socks for a human and dog that you’d passed by during your last trip to Target. You began to unfold it, thinking of what color he might like the most, when you looked down and saw ‘Ransom’ drawn out in chicken scratch.

You tried your best to mask your annoyance at who you received, but on the inside, you were seething. You mentally cursed the universe out while you pulled on your coat, and grimaced to yourself once you got out to your car. How were you supposed to get this asshole a gift?

—-

The week leading up to the exchange went fairly well for you, although it was getting a bit exhausting to be so mad at Ransom all the time. You tried to be less harsh with him, considering you needed to learn more about him in order to get him a somewhat decent gift for your exchange.

He’d seem to have taken your conversation with him to heart, and began to talk less and less about other girls when he was working with you. He didn’t comment on how well your jeans fit you, and you noticed that he’d often overextend himself in order to help you with (pretty basic) daily aspects of the job. Ransom would ask you questions about yourself, and your family, and speak less about himself. If you were honest with yourself, he was becoming a better man. And the best part was, he seemed to be doing it just for you. The thought of which brought heat to your face.

—

On the night of the exchange, you threw on a hideous and scratchy Christmas sweater before picking up your neatly wrapped gift for Ransom. You truly hoped that he’d like it, even though it certainly wasn’t the most expensive item. You bid farewell to your cat, then went on your way to the restaurant. You had to admit, you were a bit late. So it should’ve been no surprise when you arrived, and found that the only seat left at the table was next to Ransom. You gave him a cordial smile before sitting down and ordering yourself a glass of Merlot.

Something about being so close to him was kind of riling you up. The strong timbre sent coming off of him was making your whole body feel slightly warmer than normal, and you tried to ignore this strange sensation while you talked and joked with your coworkers. At one point, Ransom leaned in nice and close to you, and began to speak to you.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as hideous as Karmen’s sweatshirt,” he whispered right into the shell of your ear. Maybe it was the wine talking, but that simple action sent a whole chill through your body, and made you flush even harder than you’d flushed before. You let out a little giggle and nodded in agreement, looking across the table at her very ugly sweater.

“To be fair, the whole point of this was to wear something really ugly,” you turned your head back to where it was before, only to find that Ransom had somehow moved even closer to you.

“I just don’t know where you find something like that,” he commented, gazing much too deep into your eyes. You swore you felt the room shift after he began looking at you like that. There was about a 20% chance that you’d be able to keep your panties on after this kind of exchange. Luckily for you, a waitress broke the tension for you, setting down a few plates for everyone, then bidding them farewell. Damn.

The food was amazing, and didn’t last very long, meaning that it was time to pass gifts around sooner than later. You watched as Amy received a gift card from Sophie, Emily opened a plethora of chocolates gifted to her by Melissa, and Xander whiffed a candle given to him by Kennedy, then, it was your turn. You glanced around the table before you felt the arm next to you reach down, then hand you an oversized gift bag.

“I hope you like it,” Ransom said with a shy smile. You casually felt your cheeks on your way to pull out the very large item. You found it was a very large, and soft, hand knit blanket. It looked like it could’ve cost a small fortune, and you immediately found yourself embarrassed.

“Oh wow. This is perfect! Thank you so much,” you grinned over at your coworker, who seemed to be blushing himself. “Well, I guess I should probably give you this then,” you chuckled awkwardly before passing him your wrapped package. He tore it open barbarically, then began to laugh. Of all the gifts in the world, you two had gotten each other somewhat similar items. Sure, it wasn’t hand knit with the love of some grandma who ran a small business on Etsy, but it was the thought that counts.

“I love it, Y/N,” he exclaimed, looking deep into your eyes once again. He ran his fingers through the soft fabric, then set a hand on your arm. In that moment, it felt like time stopped. It was just you two, sitting in a quiet room, enjoying the presence of each other. You don’t even know what had gotten into you, but before you knew it, you felt a nose pressed up against yours, and a billion butterflies erupt out of your stomach. You heard a few grimaces from your coworkers at the sappy, Hallmark-like moment but what could you say.

Maybe Ransom was not that bad after all.

[op-peccatori]

coup de foudre | MLQC Shaw/Ling Xiao (M)

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Fem!Reader/Shaw

Rating: 18+/Explicit/NSFW

Words: 5k

Summary: He hadn’t planned on getting sucked in, unable and unwilling to free himself. But they’ve all had their chances and now, it’s his turn.

coup de foudre (‘stroke of lightning’): a sudden unforeseen event, in particular, an instance of love at first sight

A/N: i have nothing to say. except that this was supposed to be a filthy hookup thing but I should have known better. please...don't look at me lmao

(tags under the cut)

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, mild language, vaginal sex, ... minor electric play, please don’t try this at home, chapter 19/20 spoilers...ish

Rain-soaked bangs cling to a crinkling forehead, hanging over amber eyes squinting through the unforgiving downpour. 

His heart pounds, tremulous and worried, within the confines of his chest–because of all the running, he tells himself repeatedly–as the heavy soles of his combat boots splash through puddles, drawing peeved looks from the people passing by. 

Annoyance and concern twist and twine around his lungs as there’s no sign of that familiar face, the sparks on the tips of his fingers deadly in his urgency, and if he doesn’t find what he’s looking for right now–

The fates conspire as the thought crosses his mind, as if unwilling to draw his ire, and his path leads him to a park near Loveland University. There aren’t a lot of people nearby or in the park itself; he wanders in through the wrought iron gate, already thinking of turning back and going back to the cafe in the hope that you’ll be there–and then he catches a glimpse of the now-familiar silhouette, curled up on a bench, seemingly unbothered by the rain.

Drenched to the bone with your hair glued to your face and your clothes clinging to your skin in a way he tries really hard not to notice, you almost remind him of a lost kitten he’d come across as a child. Even the way you shiver is similar, although the way his body responds to you is very different.

You haven’t noticed him yet. Your palms are spread open in front of you, exposed to your unfocused gaze. There’s a sinking feeling in his chest as the thought of why you’re here comes to mind, so close to a man you should be staying far away from. 

Shaw swallows the lump in his throat, mouth curving in that cocky way he knows will annoy you. With any hope, enough to wipe that miserable look off your face. 

“There you are,” he calls, grinning at the way you jump and twist in place. Your eyes flash with immediate recognition and he’s near sickened by the elation that courses through him. You know him now, and that shouldn’t delight him half as much as it does. 

It’s just because it would piss, well, quite a lot of people off.

“Oh, it’s you.” Your eyes, previously dull, spark with curiosity. “Shaw.”

“Mm.” There’s an umbrella clutched in his hand, one he’d brought along with you in mind, but it feels awkward in his grip now. He wants to open it and tug you closer, draw you into his arms and warm you up; he tosses the umbrella at you instead, trying to keep from shuffling in place as you stare at it in quiet surprise. “Y’know, I like parks as much as the next guy, but this isn’t really the kind of weather you should be out in.”

“More friendly advice?” you ask, eyes twinkling, and his mouth dries up. You sigh and open the device he so thoughtfully handed you. You don’t think you can get any wetter, but you might as well use it. “I know. I just...” 

Visited Loveland Uni. Ran into Lu-Ares. You had felt so drained, so defeated, that you had, in all your wisdom, decided to stop by the park you had frequented so often with the professor by your side. It hadn’t been your intention to be caught in this rain.

“What are you doing here?” you ask instead. 

He clears his throat, not wanting to answer or continue standing around here. But with your eyes fixed on him so intently, he isn’t sure if he’s even capable of moving a muscle, let alone leave. 

“I was just passing by. Saw you here, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and I’m just too nice to walk away.” 

“Sure you are.” You get up with some effort, hating the way your clothes stick to you, missing the way he stiffens. You raise the umbrella until it covers most of him and you, stepping closer and steering your thoughts away from the heat you feel coming off him. “Well, thank you.” 

“No problem. We’re friends now, yeah?” He watches you, your small smile, and the way it twitches before it crumbles, his heart lurching as you drop your forehead onto his chest. “You okay?” 

He resists the urge to curl himself around you.

“Yeah.” His hand comes up to rest on your head. He had meant for it to feel like he’s petting a cute animal, but instead, he wants to take his glove off so he can feel your hair in all his tangled glory. He ruffles it gently, and your hand comes up to fist in his shirt. “...No, not really.” 

“Thought so. Think you could go mope somewhere drier?” 

“I’m not moping,” you grumble, pulling away, much to his disappointment. “But yeah. Mind walking me home?” 

“Sure. I don’t have anything better to do, thanks for asking,” he drawls, taking the umbrella from you and drawing closer as you begin to walk out of the park. He’s overcome, just for a moment, by the urge to grab your hand. 

It’s funny, he thinks. He’d thought the rest of them pathetic for the lengths they’d go to for you, the way they seemed to orbit around you as if you were the centre of their worlds. Even now, despite having no recollection of you, they aren’t impervious to your pull.

And neither is Shaw. 

All he had planned on doing was to wait and watch, derive amusement from you stumbling around like a lost little lamb, help out whenever the mood struck him.  But ever since that one time he’d sat next to you on the bus, watching you study him suspiciously, the way you had fidgeted when his jean-clad thigh pressed into yours–ever since then, a certain, dark hunger had taken root in him. 

It was when he ran into you here, separated from your guard dogs, that he realized it was just you and him. For now, but it was still a golden opportunity to play with you. To touch you. 

He hadn’t expected to be drawn in like the rest. To want you so bad it filled him with warmth on the best of days and burned him inside out on the worst of them. 

“If you had anything better to do, you wouldn’t have come looking for me in this kind of weather.” 

Shaw scoffs, refusing to turn his head and expose himself to your knowing gaze. 

You know better though. Not with how often he seems to find you no matter where you are in the city. It’s something he has in common with a certain someone, and the thought has you aching with something bitter. 

Your current companion may be a strange one but you can’t deny the relief you feel when he’s around; he’s the only person in this strange new world who remembers you, who knows things aren’t quite right. He doesn’t seem to care much, but you’re grateful for his presence nonetheless. 

It’s with that thought in mind that you come to a stop. “I...don’t want to go home.” The silence had been particularly stifling today, prompting your escape, even if it was to grey skies and raging clouds. 

Shaw studies you carefully, the stubborn set of your jaw and the quick flicker of panic in your eyes. You look like you expect him to mock and dismiss you, and while the former would be all too easy, he can’t dismiss your subtle request.

And living up to expectations has never been his style.

Saying no to spending more time with you? He’s not an idiot. He’ll take his entertainment where he can get it, and things around you are never dull. 

“Alright. Wanna come over to my place?” 

The words are out before he could rethink them, and he prays you don’t take it in the wrong way. 

“I mean, we can find something to make you feel better.” Ugh, shut up, Shaw.

Would it be so bad, though–

Yes, it would. You’re not his to take. No matter how badly his mouth waters at the very thought of getting a taste, of sinking his teeth into your skin; no matter how often dreams of you shake him awake with sparks crackling along his limbs, his pants embarrassingly tight. 

You agree without much thought, and he wants to scold you for it. You trust too easily, even after everything with that Professor. 

“Come on, then.” Because his body and mind slip from his control whenever you’re around, his thoughts turn to the dream he’d woken up from last night, hard and throbbing with raging lust, fingers trembling as they were forced to his cock. He had still been half-asleep as he spilt himself onto his sheets, shame eventually creeping up his spine as his mind drifted toward awareness. 

You’re oblivious to the turn his mind has taken, wrapped up in your own thoughts. You have so many questions, most of which you know by now won’t get an answer. But as he leads you up the stairs in a small building, you’re caught off guard by the thrill of anticipation building in you. Your eyes linger on the broad expanse of his back, the studded leather jacket stretching over his shoulders, the way his jeans cling to the round curve of his ass.

“I’m in the mood for pizza. There’s a great place nearby, if you’re cool with it. Oh, we could watch–“ He pauses just outside the door to 3B, fingers hovering over the keypad. “Oh, uh, give me a few minutes.” 

With that he taps in the password and slips into the apartment, leaving you outside, perplexed. You wait in silence, realizing quickly that he hadn’t exactly expected to bring a guest along, and hadn’t had a chance to clean up, if that’s what he’s doing. 

‘Maybe he’s hiding stuff. Clues to the current situation,’ you think suspiciously, before dismissing the idea. You’ve come here to spend time with a new friend, not snoop around. For the first time in what feels like ever, you’re not going to snoop. You’re going to eat pizza and watch whatever Shaw had been about to mention. You need a goddamn break and you’re going to take it. 

The door opens then, with Shaw’s head still turned away as he appears to sweep his eyes over the room once more, as if checking to make sure everything’s in place. 

“Right, come on in,” he steps back to let you through, glancing around the hallway before closing the door. You slip your shoes off at the entrance, looking around curiously as you step into the room, smiling gratefully when he hands you a towel. 

His jacket is hanging on a rack at the entrance, leaving him in his shirt. His bangs are slicked back and there’s a towel around his neck, the beads wrapped around his wrist clattering as he dabs one end of the towel over his skin. It all makes an enticing, domestic picture, one that has you swallowing nervously.

“Nice place,” you comment, hiding a smile as you spot what looks like a pair of boxers next to the couch, pretending not to notice when he kicks the garment behind it. 

“Thanks. Um, do you maybe wanna change?” Neither of you had considered your soaked clothes, and you feel like a complete idiot. 

Shaw, on the other hand, has to tear his eyes away from the sheer fabric of your shirt, the way it hints at the tempting swell of your breasts. It’d be better for you both if you spend the rest of your time together in a sweatshirt. 

“...That would be really great, thank you.”  

“Wait here, I’ll go, uh, find you something to wear.” 

You feel awful about putting him out like this, but he’s vanished through a door before you can say anything, and you focus on drying your hair. He comes back with a bundle of clothes and an endearingly nervous expression. 

“I thought it might be better if you just shower, if you want to, I mean. I mean, do whatever, I’ll just order us some food,” Shaw mumbles, handing you the clothes. 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind waiting, you can go first,” you offer awkwardly, laughing weakly when he rolls his eyes and pushes you towards the bathroom. 

“And that’s very gracious of you, but you’ll catch a cold if you don’t get warm soon, so go.” It’s more of a demand than anything and you can’t help the ‘yes sir’ as you shuffle towards the door. “Mushroom and cheese okay with you?” 

“That’s my favourite!” you call back, closing the door behind you as you step into the bathroom. Placing the clothes on the counter, you take in the products scattered over the surface. Namely, the various types of hair products and perfumes. 

Cute. 

You feel oddly shy as you undress, mind swimming with scenarios involving Shaw stumbling into the bathroom somehow while you’re naked. You can almost picture the flushed cheeks he tries so hard to hide, the slight bobbing of his throat you’ve caught so often, and the way he tries to avert his eyes but fails.  The thought of him pressing you into the tiled walls has you clenching, your cheeks blazing as you turn on the water.

You wonder if he’s thinking about you naked in his shower right now. 

What you don’t know is how right you are, and how miserable it’s making him. Shaw has never felt the kind of shameful thrill that races through him now, as a part of him wonders what you would do if he joins you, if he sinks to his knees and licks into you like a starved, depraved creature.

You're out in ten minutes, smelling of his favourite body wash, and it takes everything in him not to bury his nose in your neck. That scent has never smelled half as good on him as it does on you. Your cheeks are still rosy from the shower, and he watches mutely as you wrap a towel around your head.

Then, with a smothered groan, he realizes you’re in his old sweatshirt and shorts, both too baggy and more adorable than he’d expected. 

Fuck. 

“I’m done! Thank you, Shaw,” you murmur softly, and he nods, dazed and dismayed at the thought of having to tighten his leash. 

“You can put your clothes in the dryer.” He shows you to the machine, starting it for you before handing you his laptop, surprisingly you with the show of trust. “Don’t snoop around too much. You can’t blame me if you find something you don’t want to see.” With the taunt thrown, he turns on his heel and saunters off.

You browse YouTube for a bit before setting the laptop aside and curling up on the couch. It’s been a few days since you woke up in this reality, but it feels like forever. You had almost forgotten what safety felt like. And you can’t quite believe you feel that way with Shaw. 

A mesh of stress and worry wound tight in your chest for so long, finally loosens a little as your limbs relax, and you nearly melt onto the cushion as you drift off, knowing you’re not alone, for once not uneasy at the thought. 

He finds you dozing lightly, tiptoeing into the room, crouching down once he reaches you. The frown that had come to find a near-permanent place on your face seems to have almost faded, and his thumb comes to rub away the last traces of it from your brow. 

Shaw’s eyes, lidded and intent, come to rest on your parted mouth, and yearning throbs hot in his belly. His fingers, helpless against the softness of your skin, trace the sharp bridge of your nose, your full cheeks, the plump curve of your lips. He’s so transfixed by the sight, fighting back the urge to dip his head for just a quick taste, that it takes him a moment to realize he’s being watched. 

Caught, he locks eyes with you and freezes, his pulse quickening when he sees no sign of fear or distrust in them. Instead, you tilt your head the slightest bit and–his breath catches in his throat when he feels your tongue flick at the rough pad of his thumb. 

Stunned, he can only watch as your mouth parts further to suck the tip in, tongue stroking it in an erotic imitation of an act he’s only ever dreamed of.

It’s when your lips curl up, amused by his stupefied expression, that he frees the digit from your mouth with a low pop and daubs the wetness from it down your chin. You don’t say a word but the look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know; he’s shaken by the way desire seizes him then, roaring and commanding him to take, to please, to wreck.

“You’ve had a bad day,” he tells you, hoarsely and weak in the face of his burning thirst, pulling his hand back. 

“I’ve had a bad month. But I thought you brought me here to make me feel better?” you ask, blinking innocently as you rise up, leaning your weight on one elbow.

His low chuckle sets your nerves alight, as does the way his eyes can’t seem to decide between staying fixed on your eyes and mouth. “With pizza and Netflix.” 

“Mm. You can just say no,” you say, even though you’re already leaning in. Your lips brush the corner of his and he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes sliding shut as he feels your breath on his face, warm and beckoning.

You must know that he–

“I can’t,” he breathes and captures your mouth with his. He can’t fathom a situation where he would deny you, when you’re ready and willing to let him in. When he’s been longing for this for so long. 

It’s slow, a sweet claiming, relief and destruction bound together intimately. Any thoughts of resistance are abandoned, left in the dust for the exquisite flavour of your mouth. He groans at the slow drag of your teeth over his lip, shifting onto the couch to lean over you without breaking contact, tilting his head to go deeper, take more.

Satisfaction courses through him, visceral and grasping, as you turn onto your back, hands clenching in his shirt to pull him down from his careful hovering. 

You’re lost, sinking into each other with every moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as his finally tangle in your hair. His tongue slides along yours, and you’re overwhelmed by the desire to feel every inch of him, on you, in you, firm and warm.

“Good,” you gasp out, planting swift kisses along his jaw before he groans and crushes his mouth against yours again, intent on having his fill, knowing he never will; he will never get enough. His hand, splayed across your abdomen, slides down. He can nearly feel the coiled tension in you, desperate for him to unravel it, begging for his attention.

The doorbell rings, startling and shrill.

Shaw pulls away, breathing hard, the tips of your noses brushing. You pant lightly, a moan stuck low in your throat as you feel his hard bulge pressing into your belly. His desire is an unmistakable as yours; you ache to take his cock in you, your lust for him dripping from your cunt. 

His amber eyes, glossed over as he fights to control himself, clear slightly at the second ring. 

“I’ll be right there,” he yells in the direction of the door, before diving in to kiss you, hard and quick, all teeth and tongue, and then he rips himself away and staggers over to the door; your soft whine rings in his ears and chipping away at his composure. 

He greets the delivery man with a strained grin, his mind occupied with the temptress he left on his couch. The man eyes him weirdly as he takes the cash, taking in the state of his hair and lips, eyes flitting over his head; he averts his eyes when Shaw sheds his pleasant demeanour, his expression edged with threat. He grabs the pizza, shooting a quick thanks at the man and barely restrains himself from slamming the door shut.

The haze of desire lifts. You’re probably hungry, and he needs to think. 

You have other plans.

He’s barely left the boxes on the counter and turned around before he finds himself with an armful of determined girl pressing up against him, arms wrapping around his neck as you press your mouth to his. 

“Ah, baby,” it slips out and he blushes at the low, needy sound that escapes you. “D-don’t you wanna eat-?” 

“I want you,” you say, demanding and fierce and he doesn’t stand a chance. “Please, Shaw.” 

His hands are clutching at the backs of your thighs before his mind can catch up, hauling you up until your legs wrap around his hips. A lazy grin splits his lips at the squeal that escapes you, that then melts into a moan as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. 

He presses you into the wall and drags his tongue down the length of your neck, pleased by the way you shiver. “You need to be specific.” 

His teeth sink into pliant flesh and the back of your head hits the wall, hips bucking up involuntarily. “Ah, I-I–“

“You want something, baby?” His hands knead the plump flesh of your ass as he sucks a blooming mark into your skin. “You gotta ask for it.” 

He lets you slip down, just a little until you can feel him against you, just as desperate but better at controlling it, and using it against you.

“I-I want you to touch me, Shaw.” The heel of his palm slips between your bodies to press between your thighs, putting enough pressure that you grind your hips into it, desperate for the friction. 

“Like this?” he asks, smirking impishly when you glare at him in frustration, pulling at his hair.

“More,” you whine. He laughs and adjusts his grip so he can carry you further down the hall. 

“Tch. Greedy.” You nip at his earlobe in retaliation and his hands squeeze your ass in warning, this time as a warning–one you dismiss right away.

“I want your cock too,” you whisper, so softly he would’ve missed it if your lips weren’t ghosting the shell of his ear, your cunning tongue tracing the delicate skin. “I want you to fuck me, use me–“ 

The rest of your words are lost in a yelp as he throws you onto the bed, slipping his T-shirt off with one hand as he reaches for your ankle with the other. His abdomen, all taut muscle, his shorts resting low on his hips–you could run your fingers all over him for hours. The skies flash through the window, angry and eager, the rain still falling mercilessly, and you think it matches the look in his face perfectly.  

“Careful what you wish for, baby,” he says in a half purr, his eyes dark with ruthless promise as he drags you closer. “I won’t be so nice if you tease me.” 

His thumbs hook into the waistband of your (his) shorts and tug them down, only to pause, swallowing the sudden flood of moisture in his mouth as your glistening cunt is exposed to his ravenous gaze.

“My underwear got wet earlier,” you hurry to explain, nervous and embarrassed at the way he’s staring at you, his tongue darting out to wet his mouth.

“Your underwear isn’t the only thing-” He’s cut off by his own laughter as you kick him lightly in the stomach, attempting to close your legs–that he puts a stop to at once. “Now, now. I’m not complaining.” The foxy curve of his lips meets the arch of your foot, sliding across the skin over your ankle. He crawls onto the bed as he kisses his way up your leg, the tip of his tongue dipping into the crease at the back of your knee.

You can only watch in breathless silence as he nips his way up the tender flesh of your thigh, never breaking the meeting of your eyes. He parts your legs, fingers slipping through your slick curls to spread your folds before a long digit pushes in.

“So wet. Is it all for me?” 

Shaw’s gaze doesn’t waver once and you throw your head back, cunt clenching around his finger and heart racing from the hunger in his face.

A second finger slides in, rubbing at your slick walls as you moan and rock your hips up. You glance at him, teeth digging into your lip at the sight of his pupils blowing wide as he looks at his fingers coated with your arousal. 

“Look at you,” he growls, pumping his fingers faster as his tongue flicks at your swelling clit and you whimper and try to jerk your hips away. “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a dirty slut, begging for my fingers.” 

With his other hand, he pushes the hem of your sweatshirt up until your breasts spill free from beneath it, the cloth folded under your chin. His hot mouth tugs at a nipple, nipping and sucking as his fingers stroke you to a slow ruin. 

“Shaw.” You’re half cursing, half pleading and then you’re yelling in outrage as he slips his hand away. “You ass–“ But your voice dies in your throat when you spy him tugging at the cords of his shorts, yanking them down his hips. You can’t even call him out on his own lack of underwear, distracted as you are by his cock, by the way his lips close around his fingers as he licks them clean.

He lashes flutter at the taste, the little sample of your flavour rich on his tongue, and he vows to spend more time with his face buried between your legs, to grab a proper meal. His mouth waters at the thought of you coming on his tongue.

“You sure about this?” He asks, reaching into a drawer in his bedside table and pulling out a square foil.

You lock eyes with him and it hits you. You’ve got a lot, and nothing at all on your plate, you have mysteries to chase and thing to set right, because you’re in a reality where nobody remembers you. Nobody, except for this gorgeous, infuriatingly cavalier man standing in front of you, stroking his cock slowly and waiting for your permission. 

You deserve this, damn it. 

“Absolutely,” you respond with a touch of finality, rising up to your knees to reach for him, sliding the sweatshirt off as you go. His knee rests on the bed as your fingers wrap around his length, covered by his own as you prime him together, drawing the first drop of arousal from his tip.

He kisses you, once, twice, and then again. Your lips slide down his throat, placing sweet, wet kisses along the flexing muscle of his shoulders. Down and down you go, dipping your tongue into his bellybutton, smiling at the way his hips jerk. 

You glance up at him and open your mouth, lips forming a wide O, tongue out; he shoots a prayer up before guiding the head of his cock in. 

His fingers dig into the back of your head as you swallow as much of his thick length as you can, tongue pressing flat as you move back and forth along it. His thrusts are shallow, his scent musky as your nose brushes his unruly curls. 

“Pretty, pretty baby,” Shaw growls, the sweet words warped and filthy as they fall from his lips, hands tugging at your hair. “You look perfect like this, with my cock in your mouth.” 

Your moan vibrates around him and he stiffens, easing you off, plucking the condom off the bed and ripping it open.

“As much as I’d love to,” he mutters, pushing you onto your back, climbing over you fluidly. “You asked to be fucked, and I intend to deliver.” 

He fits himself between your legs, kneeling between them as he slides the latex on. You can’t help but clench in anticipation, watching him position himself at your entrance. 

“Last chance,” he whispers, teasingly. He isn’t completely sure if he can stop, if you do choose to tell him to. You look beautiful, your hair spilt across his messy bedspread and your eyes, vulnerable and filled with desire, waiting for him. 

He slides the head of his cock along your folds and a shudder runs through you.

“Fuck me,” you rasp, eyes sliding shut as he slides in. Your thoughts, your problems, your loneliness–everything numbs and fades away. All you smell is him, sharp and heady. All you feel is him, his cock sheathed in you and his lips on your cheek. 

“As my lady commands,” he mutters sarcastically, with a touch of sincerity as he grinds against you, drawing a sweet moan from you. Your walls squeeze him, hot and slick and possessive, pleasure sinking into his bones, scraping him raw; he will never let you go, now that he has you. It doesn’t matter which world or which reality you find yourselves in. 

‘You’re mine now,’ he thinks darkly, greedily. He, who refuses to tie himself to any side, will bind himself to you so deeply you will never escape him. He will sink his claws so deep they would never be able to rip you from his grasp. 

You gasp his name and the sound travels through him with a jolt; he thrusts hard, eager to see what other sounds he can draw from your lovely mouth.

Shaw tries to be gentle. He tries really hard. He’d wanted his first time with you to be sweet and slow, gentle and lasting as long as he could physically make it. But you shred any remnants of his control with the way you twist and writhe beneath him, meeting his thrusts with urgent rolls of your hips and moaning for him, so sweetly it threatens to unravel him. 

Your whispers of how good he feels, how you never want him to stop, of please please please push him until he’s pounding into you with reckless abandon, riveted by the sight of you falling apart, your head thrown back and your breasts bouncing with every snap of his hips. 

He can’t help it; his hand reaches for your cunt, fingers pressing to your swollen clit. The barest whispers of static spark to life on his fingertips, just for a second–your body reacts before your mind can process it, convulsing and twisting as he rubs tight circles, a scream tearing from your throat as he pins you in place. 

Your walls clench him so tightly he nearly chokes, plunging into his own ruin as his pace falters, turning wilder and unmeasured, as he comes with your wrecked visage burned into his mind. Your eyes are wet, your limbs trembling weakly.

You kiss his face sloppily as he tries to catch his breath, drawing him in until his face presses into the side of your neck. He takes a long moment to breathe you in, the scent of sex and sweat intoxicating, his mind still consumed by you as he turns you both over to hold you close to him.

Your fingers creep up his side, and a mortifying, high-pitched noise of protest escapes him when you pinch him hard. "You better not have fried my vagina," you mumble tiredly. 

"Chill. You're fine." It's not the first time he's tried it, but he wisely keeps that to himself. You snort, nuzzling his chest as a satisfied sigh leaves you.

Triumph courses through him, as does fear; he’s not one to lie to himself. This will not be a one-time thing. He will have you, again and again. He will stay by your side, regardless of what others will think or do. 

His heart squeezes at the thought of Gavin. What would he think of the fact that Shaw has stolen you away while he remains oblivious, with no plans of letting go? 

That is, if you’re on board. 

In all honesty, he can't bring himself to regret any of it. They've all had their chances and now, it’s his turn.

You press your ear to the rapid thumping of his heart, not attempting to untangle your legs from his. You hum when he kisses your hair, turning to catch his mouth in a soft kiss. A low grumble breaks the tranquil silence, and you purse your lips when he turns to you with that familiar mocking stare.

“So,” you begin nervously, trying not to squirm. “Pizza?”

[silverlightqueen]

Tequila Sunrise 

Hoseok x reader - smut, fluff, very slight angst at the beginning

Inspired by Tequila Sunrise - 88rising, Jackson Wang, Higher Brothers, August 08 and GoldLink

Word Count: 7k+

Summary - Hoseok bails on you for work on day one of your holiday, but he soon makes it up to you...

Warnings - there’s a lot !! very brief mention of blood, alcohol consumption, lots of swearing, lots of dirty talk, degradation, possessiveness, dom!hobi x sub!reader, a very brief moment of dom!reader and sub!hobi, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), face sitting, edging, lots of breast play and nipple play (Hobi loves boobs lol), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mildly bratty reader, spanking, praise kink, pain kink, asphyxiation, reader calls Hobi Sir, rough sex, Hobi has a big dick, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !!) creampie, cum-eating, impregnation kink, reader cries during sex and Hobi loves it, reader holds his hand and he busts a nut lmao, begging, hair pulling, groping, hickeys, gross overuse of ‘baby’ ‘baby girl’ and ‘doll’, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed anything lol

a/n: hey guys !! I’ve been listening to this song on repeat the past couple days bc the weather’s been so nice, and (after that pic of jhope in malta appeared on my tl again) I was inspired to write a little Hobi fic (which then became 7k words long lmao). unedited as usual, but I hope y’all like it. lmk what you think, and make sure you listen to the song when you read it !! x

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When his Mercedes pulls up, I’m sat on the front porch – as I have been all day and all night – looking out at the still night sea, the sky above me dark with stars, the air a crisp and cool relief from the humidity of the daytime.

I don’t even look in his direction, trying to supress the anger that’s been building up since I awoke yesterday morning to his side of the bed empty and his car gone from the drive. 

In my peripheral vision, I see him take a black cargo bag out of the boot and head up towards the house, watching me. 

He doesn’t say anything, walking past me and through the front door, and I try not to follow him into the house and scream at him, opting to take a deep breath and look out at the view in front of me instead. 

It’s not every day you get to sit on the porch of your private villa and watch the gentle waves rock up against the shore, the starry sky twinkling overhead. 

He joins me a few minutes later, having changed from his all-black attire into a pair of black slim trousers and a loose white shirt, the neutral colours setting off his golden skin. 

He puts a jug full of my favourite cocktail (therefore the only cocktail he knows how to make) down on the glass coffee table in front of us and pours out two glasses, handing me the one with a straw in it. 

I take it from him wordlessly as he sits next to me, our legs touching, and I sip up a mouthful through the straw, the notes of tart orange flooding my senses, closely followed by the almost sickly-sweet taste of pomegranate. 

He may not be the most… diverse drink-maker, but he makes a beautiful Tequila Sunrise.

He puts his bare feet up on the footstool beside him and rests a hand on my thigh. 

I restrain myself from throwing it off. 

‘I don’t feel like arguing with you, so let’s have a conversation instead. Say what you want to say, y/n,’ he prompts calmly, and I take a deep breath before speaking, knowing he’s right about having a conversation instead of an argument. 

‘We came on this holiday to reconnect and spend uninterrupted time together. I wake up at 3am on our first day to find you gone, and you don’t come back ‘til 4am of day two. Do you understand why I’m annoyed?’

‘Yes, baby, I understand why you’re annoyed. But my staff knew we were coming here, and they sent me the information for a… for some business in the area,’ he says, purposely being vague because he knows I don���t like knowing the details of his dealings. 

‘You didn’t have to go. You’re the boss; you don’t follow orders from your staff,’ I say, knowing I sound a little whiny, and he chuckles. 

‘And I wouldn’t be the boss if I turned down jobs, y/n. I got where I am by taking every possible opportunity to make money. If I turned down jobs, doll, we wouldn’t even be on holiday right now,’ he points out, looking at me with raised eyebrows, and I pout, refusing to look back at him as I take another sip of my drink. 

‘A call. A text. A note. Something to tell me where you were, and a couple updates wouldn’t have killed you, Hoseok. You were gone for over 24 hours,’ I say, and he chuckles. 

‘Don’t go giving me that silly ‘I was worried about you’ routine, because you’ve never worried before. You know there’s nothing to be worried about,’ he says, annoyingly laidback and cocky, but he’s right. 

He’s an expert, and he knows what he’s doing, having never once given me a reason to worry about him.

Whenever he comes home with blood on his clothes, there are no wounds to match.

It may have taken me slightly longer than I’d like to admit to realise that it was because the blood wasn’t his. ‘I wasn’t going to give you that routine. But if you’re planning on disappearing for over a day, at least let me know where you’ve gone,’ I reply sharply, and he’s silent, knowing I’m right. 

‘I’m sorry, y/n. I thought you would’ve enjoyed it. Being alone for over a day in a fully equipped private villa in a foreign country with beautiful weather,’ he says gently, and I let out a laugh. 

‘Hardly alone. I’ve had your staff bringing me food, watching me on the CCTV – don’t even deny it, I know you get them to keep an eye on me – and I spotted more of your staff patrolling around the house during the night,’ I say pointedly, and he lets out a gentle laugh. 

‘You might not worry about me, baby, but you know I worry about you. If anything ever happened to you, I wouldn’t forgive myself. My priority is your safety,’ he says and, despite my annoyance with him, I feel my heart warming. 

‘I understand that, Hoseok, but it’d be nice if it was you making sure I’m safe. By being here. With me,’ I say softly, and he nods, holding my hand up to his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to my skin.

‘I’m sorry, baby. What do you want me to say?’ he asks, words calm and genuine, never confrontational and defensive. 

‘I want you to say that you’ll stay with me for the rest of the time we’re here. No more business from your staff,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow, sighing. 

‘y/n, you know I can’t make promises like that. You knew that when you started dating me and you still knew that when you married me. But… I can make you one promise. If I have to go, I’ll tell you when and where I’m going, I’ll keep you updated, and I’ll come back as quickly as I possibly can,’ he says, and I can’t hold back the way my lips curl up at the corners at how he’s trying.

‘Okay. That sounds good,’ I smile, and he lets out a gentle chuckle, no doubt amused at how quickly I’m appeased. 

‘I’m sorry, baby. I wish that my work didn’t mean me having to leave you,’ he begins, putting down his (empty) glass and pulling me onto his lap effortlessly, and I giggle as the cocktail sloshes in my glass at the movement, nearly spilling over the edges. 

He takes the glass from me with a gentle smile and puts it down beside his, before he turns to look back at me, and I notice the way his pupils start to dilate, turning to look out at the sea to hide the blood rushing to my face at his gaze.

‘You know that, if I could, I’d spend every second of every day by your side, doll, but my work comes a close second to you in my life, which means that you also know that I can’t just refuse jobs,’ he says, arms holding me close to him and mouth moving against my bare shoulder. 

‘Not only because of the money and because I need to pay my staff, but because I love my work,’ he says, his relaxed tone contrasting with the way his eager hands wander, one drawing patterns around my collarbones, the other subtly groping my breast. 

He may be a big man with hundreds of staff beneath him and millions to his name, but to me, he’s still the boob-loving boy full of hope that I fell in love with. 

‘Almost as much as I love you, baby,’ he says, and I can hear his smile in his voice, bringing a smile to my face too. 

His fingers gently touch my chin, turning my head to face his, and when our eyes meet, I get that soft, warm feeling in my chest. 

The feeling of falling in love with him all over again. 

My eyes flutter shut and not even a moment later do I feel his hand curl around the back of my neck and pull me down to press our lips together. 

Within seconds, the kiss becomes passionate and fiery, and I can feel that he’s missed me in the way he kisses me. 

Our mouths move in sync, his tongue slipping between my lips and turning my brain into slush, the soft and pleasant pleasure of kissing him making my body numb all over. 

‘Finish your drink,’ he says against my lips, and I ignore it for the moment, so caught up in the feeling of his lips of mine and his hands wandering around my body. 

‘Baby. Finish your drink,’ he repeats, pulling away from me, cheeks glowing with a gentle blush and lips swollen.

‘Why? I’ve got… thirteen days to finish my drink,’ I joke, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. 

‘I think it’d be more fun for us to spend some of those thirteen days in our room. So, maybe, if you finish your drink, we can head upstairs, and I can make my absence yesterday up to you,’ he smirks, and I gulp, my pants suddenly becoming a little… damp.

I reach for my drink, knocking it back as he chuckles, and then I look at the jug, still with four glasses worth in it. 

‘Shall we just finish it off?’ I ask, and he raises an eyebrow at me as he reaches for the jug. 

‘Okay, baby girl wants to get drunk, huh?’ he teases, pouring out another glass for me before he refills his own, both of us knocking back our drinks. 

The more of it I drink, the more I can taste the agave beneath the orange and the pomegranate, and I know that, after having not eaten much today, I’ll be tipsy in no time. 

He watches me amusedly as I hold my glass out to him again, a grin playing at his lips as he refills it, and I start gulping it down before he can even refill his own. 

He knocks his back and practically snatches the glass out of my hand, putting both of our glasses down before he slides his arms under me. 

He stands up, lifting me up bridal-style, and I shriek, giggling as he heads into the house. 

The back of my black floral maxi dress trails along the floor and he’s careful not to step on it as he carries me up the stairs, both of us laughing, high on desire. 

When we reach our bedroom, he kicks open the door and places me carefully on the bed, never throwing me around.

He’s only ever rough with his cock inside me.

The balcony doors are open, the white curtains flowing in the gentle breeze, the sky above still dark with stars, but the sky ahead beginning to lighten to a pale yellow that’s reflected in the sea, signalling the sunrise.

He crawls over me, pressing kisses to my neck as I run my hands through his soft hair, my dress splayed out around us.

‘You’re so beautiful, doll. In this sexy dress. Can see your pretty tits through it,’ he mumbles against my skin as he begins marking me up, fingers toying with my nipples through the material, sending gentle waves of pleasure through me.  

I can feel his hard-on against my thigh, and I reach down to palm him through his trousers, revelling in the way he lets out a choked breath against my collarbones. 

‘Fuck, baby girl, let me….’ he begins, trailing off as I tilt my head to press a kiss to his lips, his tongue instantly delving into my mouth.

The taste of Tequila Sunrise dances across my taste buds as our mouths move together, his hands snaking around my waist as I rest mine on either side of his face.

It’s not long before I start grinding against him, letting out little whimpers, my pants embarrassingly damp at this point. 

‘Let me… let me help you out, baby,’ he says breathlessly, breaking away from me, before moving further down the bed as I move further up. 

He moves my dress so that he has access to the area between my legs through the thigh slit in the material, before reaching up and pulling the neckline down, my breasts spilling out of the material. 

With a smirk, he rips my pants off, throwing the flimsy material over his shoulder, my glistening core on show to him, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. 

‘Oh, baby, you’re soaked. Did you really miss me that much? Did you touch yourself, doll?’ he asks, looking me in the eye, and I shake my head honestly, biting my lip at the feeling of the cool air on my bare heat.

‘God, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you, baby girl?’ he asks, eyes now focused between my legs, and I nod with a gentle little whine, wanting him to do something. 

He lets out a gentle chuckle, looking up at me with hooded eyes as his hands start to travel up my legs, moving my dress further out of the way. 

‘What do you want, baby? Use your words,’ he prompts, hands stilling at the tops of my legs, and I shiver when a sudden puff of wind travels through the room, ruffling his hair and hitting my core. 

‘Your fingers, your mouth, your cock, anything, babe, please,’ I whine, hearing the desperation in my own voice, and he laughs, the air he expels hitting the area between my legs, prompting another whimper from me. 

‘How about in that order then? My fingers, then my mouth, and then my cock?’ he asks, and I nod, his words causing another gush of arousal between my legs. ‘

Yes, god, yes. Please, Hobi, just touch me. Need you, need you so bad,’ I beg, and he seems to take pity on me, obviously sensing how desperate I am for him. 

He parts my folds, the ministration making my body jolt, before he gently works one finger into me. 

‘Oh, oh, god, Hobi,’ I moan out at the slight stimulation, clenching around him uncontrollably. 

‘Fuck, baby, stop clenching, you’ll break my finger. Can I add another?’ he asks, and I take a deep breath, nodding fervently. 

‘Please,’ I whine, and he wastes no time pushing another finger into me, the feeling making my back arch off the bed as a gentle whimper escapes from between my lips. 

He gives me a few seconds to adjust before he starts gently rocking his hand, his fingers very slightly moving inside me, and I let out a whisper of his name. 

‘So sensitive, doll. You can’t stop clenching. Fuck, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cock,’ he mumbles, eyes focused on the way his fingers disappear between my folds, and his words cause another moan to escape from my mouth. 

He knows my body so well, knowing when he can increase his pace, gradually doing so until his fingers are pumping in and out of me rapidly, moans frequently falling from between my lips, my fingers gently clutching onto his soft fluffy locks.

When he adds another finger, my breath hitches in my throat, hands tugging on his hair, and he lets out a groan at the feeling, having a very slight pain kink that he (usually) manages to hide quite well. 

He starts to rub at my clit with his thumb as his fingers pump into me, and it’s not long before I’m on the precipice of my climax. 

And he knows that, which is why he removes his fingers, prompting me to let out a frustrated whine. 

‘Don’t be bratty, or I’ll have to punish you, and then you’ll have to wait even longer before I let you cum,’ he warns, and I can’t stop myself from letting out another whine. 

‘But, Hobi, please. I need to cum,’ I breathe out pathetically, and he raises an eyebrow at me, jaw clenched. 

‘Come on, baby, don’t be a brat. You were being so good for me before, don’t spoil it,’ he says, sitting up, and it’s like I want to push him, want him to punish me.

‘But it hurts, Hobi,’ I whisper pitifully, and his eyes darken. 

‘Fine. I gave you two chances, but you still want to be a brat. So now you can choke on my cock instead of having it stuffed into your little pussy. And it’s Sir to you now,’ he spits out, getting up off the bed. 

‘Get up,’ he instructs, and I decide not to push him any further, climbing off the bed and watching as he lies down amongst the messy sheets and cushions, slowly pulling his shirt up slightly and unbuttoning his trousers, pushing them down to the tops of his thighs along with his boxers. 

His rock-hard length springs up to hit his stomach, head swollen, red and leaking with precum. 

‘Come here,’ he says with a tilt of his head, and I climb back onto the bed.

‘Ass up here,’ he instructs, and I throw a leg over him so that my ass, covered by my dress, is in front of his face and my face is centimetres from his dick. 

‘Suck, you dirty little brat,’ he says, and I support myself on my forearms, breasts pressed against his stomach as I spit on my hands and run them up and down his cock, preparing him. 

I take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip and tasting his precum, and he pushes my head further down, making me supress a gag as he holds me in place. 

My nose is practically pressed up against his balls, his cock pushing down my throat, and I try to take measured breaths through my nose as he continues to hold me where I am. 

He then grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me off his cock, allowing me to clear my throat before prompting me to take him back in and, when I do, I instantly begin to bob my head up and down. 

‘That’s a good girl. Go as deep as you can, baby,’ he instructs, one hand still holding my hair in a tight grip as he gathers my dress up to reveal my ass and pussy to him. 

‘Look at this pretty ass. Can’t wait to leave hand-shaped bruises on it. Count,’ he commands, before his hand comes down harshly onto my ass. 

‘One,’ I attempt to say with his cock in my mouth, the word coming out garbled and nonsensical. 

He lands slap after slap onto my ass, hand still pulling my hair tightly as I’m trying my hardest to count whilst bobbing up and down his dick, and he stops when I reach ten. 

‘Fuck, you’re such a good girl,’ he breathes out, letting go of my hair as his hands gently rub my ass to soothe my sore cheeks, and I hum against his cock, his hips bucking up at the feeling. 

I cup his balls in my hand, and I can feel him nearing his orgasm, his hips beginning to buck up, causing him to fuck my mouth. 

‘Fuck, love it when you let me fuck your mouth like a good little slut. Love it when you choke on me, doll,’ he grunts out, his thrusting obviously taking a lot of effort.

I stay still, allowing him to do as he pleases as I play with his balls, until he reaches down and puts his hands on my shoulders, pulling me up and off him. 

‘I don’t wanna cum in your mouth, baby, I wanna cum in this tight little pussy. But.. I believe I promised you my mouth,’ he says, and I try not to move, knowing I need to wait for instructions from him. 

‘You wanna sit on my face, doll?’ he asks, and I nod eagerly, looking over my shoulder at him. 

‘Yes, sir, please,’ I reply, and he smirks with an amused chuckle, moving to lie down. 

‘Come on,’ he says, and I move so that I hover above him, hands gripping onto the headboard as he wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me down so that I’m practically sat on his face.

He doesn’t even give me a moment to prepare before he licks a bold stripe across my slit, making my whole body quiver above him.

‘Fuck, you taste so sweet, baby. So good, could eat your pussy all day,’ he says against my core, the vibrations making me whimper.

He starts relatively slow, tongue circling my clit before lapping up my slick and poking between my folds gently. 

And then it’s not long before he loses his self-control, abusing my heat with his tongue, hands holding me in a bruisingly tight grip as I squirm above him. 

‘Please, please,’ I moan, again and again, and I can see the amusement in his eyes as he breathes against my folds, his tongue circling my clit again and again. 

‘Please, what? Words, baby,’ he says against my folds, making me jolt forwards, my face contorted with pleasure as he continues his attack on my pussy. 

‘More, Sir, more. Need- ah, oh, fuck… need to cum,’ I force out between moans, face contorted in pleasure, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. 

‘My little slut wants to cum?’ he asks, words dripping with amusement, and I nod, mouth open in a silent moan as the waves of pleasure roll over me.

He practically begins to make out with my pussy, lips moving against my folds as his tongue continues to push between my folds. 

And then he decided to torture me further, mouth moving to suck at my clit as he pushes two fingers into me, curling them inside me. 

‘Sir, fuck, feels so good, need… need to c-’ I moan out, my words cut off when his fingers scrape against the spongy spot inside me. 

‘Then cum, doll,’ he prompts, pushing me over the edge when he curls his fingers and gently nips at my bundle of nerves, my orgasm washing over me. 

My body convulses as he holds me in place, a drawn-out moan falling from my lips as he continues sucking at my clit and pumping his fingers into me in order to prolong my high, cumming on his tongue and feeling him lick up my release. 

Once he senses me coming down, he gently flips us over so that I lie among the sheets and he pulls off his shirt, exposing expanses of beautiful golden skin pulled over hard muscle, before moving to hover over me. 

‘You need time, baby?’ he asks, concern mixing with the desire in his eyes, and I nod, taking a deep breath. 

‘Colour?’ he questions. 

‘Green,’ I reply breathlessly, and he chuckles, the concern in his face disappearing.

‘So you don’t need time,’ he smirks, pushing into me with no warning. 

I let out a loud moan at the feeling of him filling me up and he curses under his breath as I clench uncontrollably around him, my walls squeezing against his cock almost uncomfortably. 

He doesn’t bother giving me time to adjust, just pulls all the way out of me, and slams back in, making me moan out, my back arching up from the bed, his face buried between my breasts.

‘As much as I love a face full of tits, I need you to stay still, baby,’ he says, voice strained as he continues slamming into me, our hips meeting every time he fills me up. 

‘Fuck, more, Sir, more, please,’ I beg, and he chuckles as I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his back. 

‘More? You wanted some time a minute ago, and now you want more?’ he asks, and I nod, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss, tasting the sweet cocktail mixed with my own arousal on his tongue. 

He moans into my mouth as I clench around him, and he speeds up even more, the headboard beginning to hit the wall as he pounds into me, balls slapping against my ass. 

‘You feel so good around me, god, baby, so good. No one has pussy like yours. I’d fuck you all day if I could,’ he groans against my lips, and I grin at the praise, loving it when he compliments me. 

‘Let me hear your pretty moans, baby,’ he prompts as he bends one of my legs between us, the new angle allowing him to go deeper, hitting the spot inside me that has my eyes rolling back and my back arching up into him. 

‘Love your cock, Sir, love it when you fuck me rough. Just want you filling me up all the time,’ I moan out, the leg that’s still around him pulling him closer to me as I rake my nails down his back at the pleasure, loving the moan of my name that falls from his lips. 

‘You love it rough, huh, doll?’ he growls, one hand coming to rest at the base of my neck, his rings providing some cool relief against my burning skin, and I sigh blissfully at the feeling of his thick cock stretching me out and filling me completely, awaiting his hand tightening around my neck.

And when it does, slightly cutting off my airways, I let out a loud moan, my breathing quickly becoming laboured. 

My head whirls at the pleasure he’s providing me, and I can feel myself slowly nearing the edge.

‘I’m gonna…’ I force out before trailing off, unable to speak as his thrusts become more drawn out and forceful, his tip dragging against the spongy spot inside me. 

‘You gonna cum, baby?’ he asks, and I nod as he smirks before ducking his head to suck one of my nipples, his hand still lightly gripping my neck. 

‘Hold it,’ he says, my nipple still in his mouth, and I let out a loud frustrated moan when his thrusts slow down. 

‘Sir, please,’ I moan, voice hoarse, my eyes beginning to fill with tears as he slowly rocks into me, lips mouthing over my nipple.

‘Beg. I love hearing my dirty little slut beg for me. Love hearing you beg whilst my cock’s buried in this tight little pussy. Who’s pussy is this, baby?’ he asks, mouth moving to the other nipple, and I whimper as my fingers tangle into his hair. 

‘Yours, Sir, only yours,’ I force out as it becomes harder and harder to breathe, the lack of air making my head light and intensifying the pleasure. 

‘It’s mine, is it, doll? If I own this pussy, I own your orgasms. So you better fucking beg me to let you have one,’ he spits out against my breast, hips still slowly rocking back and forth as his hand around my neck loosens slightly to let me speak. 

‘Please, Sir, let me cum. Been so desperate for your cock, can’t hold it. Feels so good, no one can ever fuck me better than you. Only want your cock. Please let me cum, Sir, your cock’s too good, I can’t hold it,’ I moan, the words coming out without thought, and he groans. 

‘Fuck, you’re so hot. Cum then,’ he says teasingly, without increasing his pace at all, and I whine. 

‘Sir, I need… I need more,’ I whimper, and he chuckles. 

‘Be specific, y/n. What do you mean by ‘more’?’ he asks, still with the same teasing tone. 

‘Faster,’ I breathe out, feeling him instantly increase his pace. 

‘H… harder,’ I whisper, and he practically begins pounding into me, the bed creaking embarrassingly loud. 

‘Rub… rub me,’ I plead, and he chuckles, before one of his hands slowly trails down between our bodies, his fingers gently rubbing at my clit. 

‘Ch- fuck, oh god. Choke… choke me,’ I manage to breathe out, and he groans, ‘so sexy,’ under his breath before his hand tightens at my neck again.

‘Talk,’ I mumble, and he chuckles, eyes darkening as he continues to fuck me, harsh and rough. 

‘You want me to talk? What shall I say, baby? You want me to say how good your tight little pussy feels around me, especially when you clench?’ he spits out, making my walls flutter around him frantically, and he grins darkly. 

‘You want to say I love how submissive and good you are for me, how innocent you look with your big eyes when I wrap my hand around your throat?’ he says, tightening his grip on my neck again, the lack of air making me light-headed, my vision blurring with tears. 

‘You want me to say that I love it when your tits bounce against my chest, and that I love sucking on your nipples?’ he grunts, his hand momentarily abandoning my clit to gently slap at my breasts before squeezing them roughly. 

‘You want me to say how much I fucking love it when your eyes roll back into your head and when you look so fucked out because of how good my cock makes you feel?’ he asks, pulling all the way out to slam back into me, and my eyes roll back, a laugh falling from between his lips at how predictable I am. 

‘Or would you rather I beg you to cum all over my cock and soak it like a good little slut for me? How about that?’ he asks softly, before he begins his attack on my body. 

His fingers roughly rub figure-eights on my clit, cock pounding into me almost painfully and hand tightening to almost completely cut off my breathing.

Almost instantly, I feel my orgasm wash over me, and I scream out, tears spilling down my face as overwhelming waves of pleasure flow through me. 

He fucks me through my orgasm, continuing to rub at my clit and grip my throat as my release practically gushes out of me with each thrust, soaking the bed and both of our thighs. 

Once I’m beginning to come down, his hands move to press into the bed on either side of my head, and he begins fucking into me with renewed vigour, the overstimulation making me sob. 

‘Fuck, fuck, so sexy when you cry for me, doll. I don’t know whether it’s because you’re sensitive, or whether you just love my cock that much. Both, right? My baby loves being a little slut, but can’t handle it, huh? I’ll make sure you handle it, baby,’ he grunts, continuing to fuck me, and I know he won’t stop until he cums. 

‘Take my cock, baby, fucking take it,’ he spits out, thrusting so hard I’m worried one of us will get injured. 

The thought soon disappears from my head, the intense and painful pleasure rendering my mind blank.

‘Look at you, doll, such a good fucking slut for me. Letting me overstimulate you without complaining. Fucking love it when you’re like this. All messy and tired and dumb for me,’ he grunts, and I know I need to help him cum, or he’ll probably bruise my cervix.

Despite being so fucked out that I can barely think straight and having eyes streaming with tears, I have enough sense to reach down to cup his balls, and he lets out shaky breaths at the feeling. 

‘Give me your hand, baby,’ I breathe out, and he balances all his weight on one hand, holding his other out to me, continuing to fuck me as I place his hand over my lower stomach. 

‘You feel that? Can you feel your big, thick cock through my stomach? That’s how good you fill me up, baby,’ I say, knowing that his cock is protruding obscenely, and he moans at the fact that he’s managing to do this to me, throwing his head back out of pleasure.

‘Come on, baby, cum for me. Want your cum,’ I whisper into his ear as I wrap an arm around his back to pull him closer down to me. 

‘Where, baby?’ he breathes out as I press kisses to his jaw and cheek, caressing his shoulders and neck and gently scraping my nails on his scalp. 

‘Well, I’d say my tits, but you can’t ruin the pretty dress you bought me. And I’d say my face, but I put on some pretty makeup especially for you – love looking pretty for my baby boy. So how about you just cum inside?’ I ask, taking control, and he’s so desperate to cum that he doesn’t even put me back in my place. 

‘Inside? Are you sure?’ he asks, voice strained, and I nod as his thrusts start to become a little uneven. 

‘Want you to fill me up with your cum, baby boy, love it when you leave me dripping with your cum. Want your baby. Hmm, how does that sound? You wanna fuck a baby into me? Fill me up with you cum, baby boy, so deep that I can’t possibly not be pregnant,’ I whisper into his ear, knowing he loves it when I do so – he called me a sexy little vixen last time, and I can’t say I object to the name. 

‘Fuck, fuck, wanna… wanna fill you up, wanna fuck a baby into you,’ he moans out, my heart fluttering at the momentary break in his dominant disposition.

‘Cum, baby boy, dirty up my pussy with your cum and give me your baby,’ I whisper, completely focused on his pleasure rather than my own. 

His hips stutter, cock twitching inside me, and I take the chance to wrap both of my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his lower back to hold him in place as I play with his balls. 

But the final straw for him is when I slip my hand beneath his on the sheets and intertwine our fingers together, the movement full of my love for him.

‘Fuck, y/n, feels so good,’ he chokes out, head buried in my neck as he reaches his high, thick spurts of his hot cum hitting my walls. 

I continue grinding into him to prolong his orgasm, and his body falls limp after a few moments, his entire body weight resting on mine. I feel my high (that was beginning to approach) diminish rapidly, but I don’t care – as long as he feels good, I’m happy.

‘God, that… was intense,’ he mumbles against my chest, cock still buried inside me, and I smile to myself, playing with his hair. 

‘Just a bit. I can’t believe you let me dom. Even if it was for, like, a minute,’ I say, and he laughs, breath hitting my bare skin. 

‘Pussy so good, it turns me into a sub,’ he jokes, and I laugh, feeling him chuckle.

‘Let me… let me get you off,’ he says, moving off me, and I shudder at the feeling of his cock falling out of me. 

‘No, it’s okay. I don’t know if I can handle it,’ I say jokingly, though I mean it – he’s given me such a good fucking, I don’t know if I’ll even be able to walk straight. 

‘I’m not asking you, baby. I’m not done with you yet,’ he says with a dark grin, and it’s as though he’s regained all of his energy.

‘Hobi, I can’t take any more,’ I sigh, and he ignores my protests as he settles between my legs, moving my dress out of the way.

‘But you’re being so so good for me, doll. You’ve been handling it so well,’ he says, eyes fixed on the way his cum gently drips out of my abused pussy. 

He begins leaving open-mouthed kisses up my thighs before he collects up his cum that’s dripped out of me, rubbing it back into my clit before gently pushing a finger between my folds. 

‘No, Hobi, please, I can’t,’ I whine, the overstimulation too much as pumps in and out of me slowly.

‘Colour?’ he asks, and I sigh, knowing I should answer truthfully, before I say, ‘green.’ 

‘So you can, and you will,’ he says, and I whine again as he adds another long finger, scraping against my walls. 

‘Listen to me, baby. I’m gonna eat your sweet little pussy until I’ve had enough, and you’re going to cum on my tongue as many times as it takes for me to be satisfied. Because I own this pussy, and I will do with it what I please. Understand?’ he asks, voice sounding slightly harsher, and I nod as his eyes meet mine, which are already beginning to fill with tears. 

‘Yes, Hobi,’ I say submissively, and he grins, wasting no time before he licks a bold stripe across my heat, his fingers continuing to pump into me. 

‘Ah, fuck, Hobi,’ I moan as the pain of overstimulation begins to ebb away into pleasure, the feeling of his mouth and fingers quickly bringing me ecstasy. 

And then his fingers disappear, quickly being replaced by his tongue dipping between my folds and licking up his own cum that begins to gush out of me. 

‘God, you taste so fucking good with my cum dripping out of you, baby. Best thing I’ve ever tasted,’ he mumbles against my heat, and I throw my head back in pleasure as my back arches, tears beginning to spill from my eyes. 

He laps at my core like he hasn’t eaten for days, moans and whimpers falling frequently from my lips.

My fingers tangle into his soft, silky locks, pulling him as close as possible, my legs wrapped around his shoulders, heels digging into his upper back. 

I can feel his eyes on me, watching as he works wonders at my core, my orgasm beginning to approach. 

‘Fuck, more, Hobi, please,’ I whine, and I feel his lips curl up into a grin against me. 

‘A few minutes ago, you didn’t want any more, and now you’re moaning for more, begging for more, like a dirty little slut,’ he chuckles, before pushing three fingers into me, making me cry out. 

‘Yes, Hobi, god, yes! Feels so fucking good,’ I cry, tears streaming down my face, and he pumps his fingers into me rapidly before he begins sucking at my clit. 

‘Look at you crying. Do I make you feel that good that you cry, huh, baby? Look so fucking sexy when you cry,’ he says teasingly against my clit, and I let out a loud sob, his ministrations feeling absolutely euphoric. 

‘I’m gon- fuck! Hobi, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan, and he speeds up even more, my head whirling at the blissful feeling. 

‘Come on, baby, fucking cum for me,’ he says, his fingers disappearing and quickly being replaced with his mouth. 

His tongue dips between my folds as his lips furiously tug at my folds, before he begins alternating his tongue and fingers. 

Both his digits and his muscle dip in and out of my folds, my moans getting louder and louder, and when his nose nudges at my clit, my mouth falls open in a silent scream. 

‘Come on, y/n, cum for me, baby girl,’ he prompts against my clit, fingers continuing to abuse my pussy, and I feel myself beginning to come undone. 

I scream out his name as my orgasm washes over me, body convulsing beneath him, and he prolongs my high by continuing to rock his fingers into me and lap at my clit gently, holding me in place. 

Once I begin to come down, he removes his fingers and licks them clean, watching me with an affectionate smile as my thighs twitch with the aftershocks of my orgasm. 

‘You did so well for me, baby, so well,’ he praises, as he climbs off the bed, pulling his boxers and trousers up, buttoning up as he disappears into our bathroom, coming back with a towel. 

He gently cleans me up before helping me to sit up and handing me the bottle of water sat on the bedside table. 

‘Drink it all. I’ll go get more from downstairs,’ he says with a smile, and I chug down the water as he disappears from the room. 

I look out of the balcony doors to see that the sky is streaked with beautiful pastel colours, the sun peeking up from the ocean in an orange half-circle.

When he comes back, I’ve adjusted my dress (so that my tits aren’t out) and am sat against the headboard, and I laugh when I spot to jug of Tequila Sunrise in his hand with two glasses. 

‘I thought we could have some more. Who say we can’t get morning drunk?’ he grins as he pours us out a glass each, handing me mine with a kiss to my lips. 

He comes to sit beside me and puts an arm around me, and I instinctively curl into him, throwing my legs over his. 

‘Did I push you too hard, baby?’ he asks, and I shake my head instantly. 

‘It was great, baby, perfect. But I’ll probably need a nap soon,’ I say, already feeling a little sleepy, and he laughs. 

‘That’s okay. You can nap, because we’ll still have twelve days to do whatever we want,’ he says with a gentle kiss to the top of my head, and I smile contentedly. 

‘As long as you don’t leave me for work,’ I joke, and he chuckles softly. 

‘I’ll try my best, baby,’ he replies, voice gently, and I smile to myself as I take a sip from my glass, both of us falling silent as we watch the sun rise. 

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The Pleasure is all Mine - Chapter 6

Word count: 4250

Pairing: Lou Miller x Female!Reader 

Warning: Angsty as fuuuck - I apologise in advance lmao.

A/N: Sorry for the slow updates... my shift pattern at work as changed so I’ve been working back to back shifts at the hospital, I hope to have my prompt request up in the next two days just before my birthday at the end of the week. Enjoy this chapter.. I had a love/hate relationship with it. 

Fun fact: I listened to ‘Prisoner’, ‘As you are’ and ‘Angel’ by The Weeknd in that order while writing the party scene.. so i feel like they are the songs that were playing at the time. So feel free to listen to those songs while reading if you like!

Thank you @imnotasuperhero you bloody diamond! 

Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @redcrete​ @iamheartless @deadly-darling​ @gaylorrds @smuttty @existentialcrisiscat @saucy-sapphic @veteranwerewolf95​

I do not own this beautiful picture but this is basically how Lou looks in this chapter, so enjoy that image x

Chapter 6 

"Good morning New York City, it's 9am on a sunny saturday -" the ecstatic radio station burst with life, startling me awake. I groan in displeasure as I turn to hit the disturbing box before rolling back over and stretching my tired limbs, my hand brushes against the cool sheets in the empty space beside me making me pout; missing the warmth of Lou wrapped around me in our sleepy state. I hear my phone vibrate on my nightstand making me reach quickly for it, hoping that it's her. My heart flutters, my grin wide making my cheeks ache slightly at the received message.

Good morning beautiful. Waking up this morning without you next to me was dreadful, I miss holding you and watching your nose twitch and your eyelashes flutter as you wake. If waking up in a cold empty bed without you feels this awful I don't ever wanna sleep again - 9.03am 

Good morning to you too, the feeling is definitely mutual. Hopefully we won't have to feel like this soon... say tomorrow night? - 9.04am I reply nervously, hoping I haven't come across as too needy.

Is that a promise? - 9.08 am 

Signed and sealed - 9.10am

I'll be counting down the minutes, baby. Have a lovely day, I'll be thinking of you x - 9.12am

I sigh smitten with this wonderfully charming woman who seems to have my heart racing like no other.

I wish I could wake up every morning with her, I sulk thoughtfully as I begrudgingly leave my bed and head towards the kitchen ready to start the day.

As I continue to make my pancakes; that's not nearly half as good as what Lou makes, a loud knock echoes through my apartment startling me out of my funk. I place the pan onto the side and quickly make my way to the door and open it, revealing Rachel and Luke both with matching cheshire cat grins.

"Well well well, look who slept in her own apartment last night. Oh, but does that mean she's here instead?" Rachel teases while trying to poke her head through the door. I roll my eyes at them playfully before opening the door wider, letting them enter my apartment.

They both rush in and scan the open area in search of a tall blonde goddess making me laugh at the non subtle actions.

"She's not here if you must know. I slept alone last night," I answered with slight disappointment. They both seem to catch on to the tone and smirk wide.

"You wished you hadn't, though. Damn, she must have been good." Luke states, wiggling his eyebrows as Rachel walks towards the kitchen and grabs a bite of my untouched pancakes, chuckling in agreement.

"So I thought we could go shopping and grab a bite to eat before coming back here and starting our movie marathon, maybe order the Chinese later on?" I ask, wanting to change the topic. I got an agreed 'whoop' and an exclaimed 'YES!" from my friends who are far too interested in my breakfast.

Guess I'll add grabbing breakfast while out onto the agenda then I think to myself.

I huff jokingly before telling them to make themselves comfortable while I get changed for the day, already knowing that they always make themselves comfortable in my space.

Once dressed in my high waisted jeans and oversized jumper I make my way over to the two clowns who seem to be messing up my kitchen as they wash up.

"Can you guys ever just come over without making a mess? It's like having two children in the apartment," I laugh at the defensive 'Hey' from the pair before shooing them out of my kitchen and towards the door.

"Come on, I've gotta grab some breakfast considering you both eat mine." I sulk playfully as we make our way out of the apartment and onto the streets of New York.

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"Alright, but getting kicked out of the store for giving my opinion on that awful flowery dress with those ankle boots was a bit far. If anything, I was helping the poor woman out by stopping her from buying it." Rachel complains while Luke helps carry half of her shopping bags through my apartment, I roll my eyes in slight annoyance already hearing this story three times since being out.

"Rach, we were pretty much finished in there anyway. And "the flower pattern on that dress makes it look like an 80s hippie threw up on you" wasn't very nice," I comment, taking my bags through the apartment towards my room, while they flop onto my sofa, bags still in hand.

I walk back through into the living room and flop down next to them and sigh in relief.

God, I hate and love shopping.

My phone vibrates in my jean pocket and I grin subtly as to not draw attention to the others:

Strawberries or chocolate? - 16.00pm 

Why not both? What's with the weird question? ;) - 16.02pm

Just some useful information to store away for future reference;), I miss you x - 16.04pm

I blush slightly and try to hold back a squeal as I bite gently on my lower lip before pocketing my phone away from potential prying eyes.

"Okay, all that shopping and carrying Miss.fashionista bags around all day is making me hungry, Chinese?" Luke complains, flashing us his emerald green eyes and a pout for good measure making me pout back in mocking sympathy.

"Of course, you big baby. Can't hack shopping with two women." I joke.

"Darling, I've been out of the closet since I walked out of there in my mums six inch stilettos. I can hack shopping with two women," He shoots back, making us all laugh. Rachel grabs her phone from the table in front of us as I grab hold of the menu and recite my usual to her. Once we've ordered, we make our way towards my kitchen to make our crazy cocktails for the afternoon.

Ever since I moved here, it's been a tradition that whenever we all have more than one day off in the week together, we meet up and have a 'friends day/ night gathering'. It all started after Rachel's 'love of her life' decided to run out on her the morning after a drunken night out leaving her crying on my doorstep and a distraught Luke not knowing how to handle a crying female alone. 

We continue to laugh and joke while making terrible margaritas and other alcoholic potions when Harry Styles'  'Adore You' echoes through the kitchen area making us pause as two matching grins face me while I blush under their playful stares.

"Cute," Luke whispers, making me hush them both before removing myself and my phone away from their prying ears.

"Hello you!" I greet with slight flirtation 

"Well if it isn't the voice of my beautiful goddess, I've missed you"

"I've missed you too, you charmer. Do you say that to all of the girls?" I tease, smiling smugly when I hear her laugh loudly.

"You know it's only you baby" she jokes back but the tone of her voice indicates her seriousness, making me smile.

"How was the party planning?" I ask, making my way to my bedroom. 

"It went great actually. We're all pretty set up for later on which is why I'm calling. I forgot to ask yesterday but I got so caught up with everything here I forgot to mention it. I want to informally invite you to Daphne's party tonight, the invite is extended to Rachel and Luke as I know it's your friends night" I smile at that, liking that she remembered.

"I would love to come! I'll double check with them but if there's alcohol involved they're usually up for anything" I joke making us both chuckle.

"Okay great! I'll see you later tonight then?" She says hopefully making my stomach flutter with excitement.

God, it's only been a day and I'm like this I mutter thoughtfully to myself. 

"I'll see you later. It's definitely at your place right?"

"As much as I tried to move it... yes it is," she grumbles all in good nature, I chuckle softly before muttering a goodbye ending the call. Practically skipping my way back to the kitchen where they are both plating up the food that must have just arrived. I excitedly relay the message to my friends, who cheer in response before chatting about what they are going to wear.

Once we have finished our food, Luke and Rachel leave to go and get changed for the party while I fret over my choice of outfit. Deciding that my black dress with off the shoulder straps shows off my curves the best, I slip it on with a pair of black heels. After touching up on my makeup, I curl my hair into loose curls to finish the look.

I really do scrub up well, I think feeling confident with my choice.

My phone lights up with a 'we're here' text from Rachel before I grab my long coat and make my way down the stairs of my apartment building.

***

Lights shine through the warehouse windows with party music blaring through big speakers making the lyrics crystal clear outside, a few party goers chat loudly outside while enjoying a cigarette.

"Oh, my God. I've never been to a celebrity birthday party before!" Luke exclaims, nudging Rachel and pointing towards another movie star that he saw on the big screen one time. I chuckle and shake my head at his starstruck face before looping my arm through his and walking towards the door.

"Luke, Daphne and the rest of them are just like normal regular people relax," I tease while Rachel nods in agreement.

"Yeah, what's so great about Daphne Kluger anyway." Rachel mutters while eyeing a tall tattooed blonde guy standing by the doorway of the entrance, she winks in his direction making him grin back in return. I roll my eyes at her boldness before continuing into the living room area which has been converted into a dance space for the night.

I scan the room searching for a particular blonde with crystal blue eyes but before I can make it further into the room I feel a pair of arms circle around my waist and a light pressure on my shoulder from the chin that's now placed there, soft lips brush gently against my jawline.

"Well, don't you look absolutely stunning. I love the straps on this dress, a lot of access to kiss you more." Her raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine as she places a gentle kiss on my shoulder. I smirk at her forwardness enjoying the feeling of her body against mine. I turn around in her arms to face and gape at her, holding in a groan of pleasure as my eyes scan every inch of her.

No one should look that good in a suit.

She stands in a black suit consisting of a white shirt with a black bowtie that hangs down loosely from under her neck collar. Her blonde hair pulled up in a loose bun leaving her face free, for the first time since meeting her I'm left speechless.

"Oh, dear... it seems I've rendered you speechless. Maybe I should come back once you've regained your senses, hmm?" She mocks with that signature smirk that makes my knees go weak.

"I..um.. you look..."

"Ravishing?" She implies still smirking.

yes

"Amazing was what I was going for... maybe even hot but your cockiness has bumped you down to just amazing," I joke matching her smirk, we stare at each other for a moment appreciating one another when a very loud cough interrupts our staring, making me turn slightly in Lou's arm.

"Well, you must be Lou Miller. I'm Rachel and this is Lucas but he prefers Luke, I see you've been taking up our girls' time lately, you must be really special" She states,  grinning at us both as she holds her hand out for Lou to shake which she happily reaches for while still keeping a secured arm around my waist.

"It's nice to meet you both. Sorry this place is a little crowded, Daphne clearly doesn't understand a small get together" she says, throwing on one of her most charming smiles making Rachel and even Luke giggle. I roll my eyes at their smitten ways.

Guess I'm not the only one that affected by the Miller charm

"Oh leave it out, Miller. You know you like a good party!" Daphne exclaims, stumbling slightly over to us weaving through the crowd of people as Constance and Nine-ball carry over a tray of shots with Rose and Amita trailing behind clearly still sober, ever the responsible two.

"Y/N darling, it's so good to see you again! I'm so glad you could make it!" She slurs, hiccuping in between words occasionally making me chuckle quietly before she pulls me out of Lou's arm and into her own squeezing me tightly. I pat her back gently before muttering "Hey Daphne, it's nice to see you again. Hey guys!" I address the others over Daphne's shoulder who smiles widely and waves while Constance holds up the liquid filled  tray.

"I got shots!" Making everyone cheer even Rose, Daphne let's go of her hold on me and reaches for a glass as Lou steps closer to me and hands me one. We clink our glasses, never taking our eyes off each other before letting the burning liquor trickle down our throats. I cough slightly at the sudden taste before whispering into Lou's ear.

"Where's Tammy and Debbie?" She pulls back long enough for me to see her point upstairs and wiggle her eyebrows at me, making me gasp and giggle at her childish behaviour.

"They'll be down soon though. Tammy's excited to see you again, she can't wait to have someone she can complain to about mine and Debbie's behaviour" she jokes, pouting playfully at me as I cup her cheek and pat it in mocking sympathy.

"Oh, you poor baby. Have you ever thought that maybe she's right to complain about it" I laugh at her offended expression, I notice some of the team looking in our direction not so subtly with small soft smiles while they talk with my friends in our makeshift circle between the bar and dancefloor, clearly enjoying watching me tease their friend.

The night continues on with our back and forth teasing and not to mention the subtle touch of fingertips and the grazed hand over my ass while we spoke with Tammy and Debbie making me scold her softly causing Tammy to laugh and a raised eyebrow and twitch of a smirk from Debbie. Throughout the night I've noticed a particular redhead staring over at us, her expression difficult to read in the dimly lit room as night fell over outside. I brush it off as slight paranoia with being around so many strangers. After a while we both get separated by Lou’s work friends who require her attention at the bar, she frowns in displeasure before I give her a quick kiss on the corner of her mouth and reassure her that I'll be okay. I wandered over to Rachel and Luke who seemed to have departed after the first two rounds of shots at the beginning of the night to go and throw some moves on the dancefloor. Luke catches my eye from the middle of the floor and reaches out his hand for me to take, I giggle as he takes a hold of my hand and twirls me around bringing me close to him before twirling me back out again. Rachel woops next to us, her arm around Daphne's waist making me raise a questioning eyebrow, she blushes and shrugs innocently at me before continuing to dance with her. As Luke twirls me out of his arms again I notice the same red head hovering by the dancefloor however this time she stands next to a tall brunette woman who seems to be whispering into her ear but her eyes never straying from my form. I avert my gaze feeling slightly uncomfortable but become distracted by Luke's ridiculous dancing.

After a while Tammy and Amita join our little duo on the dancefloor, laughing a little at Tammy's 'mum dance'. With all the laughter and alcohol in my system I stagger slightly towards the bathroom needing to pee. The queue is long making me groan and back pedal a little knowing I could always use Lou's en suite if needs be. Before I could fully turn back around a rough hand wraps itself around my bicep making me startle and tense at the unfamiliar touch, I turn to see the same brunette that was standing by the dancefloor with the beautiful redhead earlier.

"If you're looking for Lou, you'll be searching for a while. She kinda pre- occupied" she riddles, her voice hostile as she eyes me, smirking.

"I'm sorry do I know you?" I asked, confused by her behaviour. 

"No, but your girlfriend definitely does" she replies with that stupid smirk still in place. I frown at her childish behaviour wondering exactly how Lou would associate herself with such people.

They certainly aren't like the seven women she usually hangs out with.

"I don't have a girlfriend but if you are referring to Lou I'd appreciate it if you would shut the fuck up when you clearly know nothing" I snap, finally reaching my limit.

Who the hell does she think she is!

She laughs mockingly before replying:

"You got fire behind those eyes kid, she likes that in her women" she mutters standing with her arms crossed as she leans lazily against the wall by the bathroom. I open my mouth to retaliate but is interrupted by Debbie's harsh voice

"I don't recall you being invited, Madison."

Madison's eyes light up with glee and mischief.

"Debbie darling, so nice to see you again. How's Tam Tam?" I look towards Debbie's face, my eyes wide at her stoic expression.

I've never seen her so indifferent before but then again how well do you really know her.

"Get out." She mutters trying to not draw attention to us. Madison rolls her eyes unbothered by Debbie's tone of voice, she pushes away from the wall and brushes harshly past me.

"You might wanna see for yourself. We've all been tangled up in Lou Millers web before. A leopard never changes its spots, dear" she mutters before storming down the hallway and out of the building.

I feel hot tears surface before wiping them away quickly, which doesn't seem to go unnoticed by Debbie who lays a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Don't listen to her, she's a nutcase. She's always wanted Lou" she says quietly while escorting up the stairs and towards Lou's room.

"I'll wait for you out here okay? Go and freshen yourself up, don't show them that you are affected by their words you hear me? Lou really likes you Y/N, ignore the green eyed monsters" and with that she gently pushes me through Lou's doorway and closes it.

Once I've finished up I stand by the bathroom sink and stare at my reflection for a moment taking in my appearance before taking a deep breath and relaxing my shoulders.

I can do this, I reassure myself.

I walk out of the room feeling much better and meet Debbie by the staircase that leads back towards the party, she whispers reassurance in my ear before leaving me with my concerned friends to go and find Tammy.

"Omg Y/N are you okay? Did you get lost in the bathroom or something? Ew, actually I don't want to know what you and Princess Charming have been up to" Rachel says her nose scrunched up at the thought, Daphne giggles loudly next to her.

"Please it's adorable. I've never seen Lou so smitten before" Daphne states drunkenly. I blush at the confession and grin softly feeling less insecure about our developing relationship and less concerned about that woman’s words.

"No actually I um.. I bumped into Debbie upstairs and got chatting but I think I'm gonna go grab a drink ``I state, gaining a cheer from Daphne who leads the way to the makeshift bar where the kitchen island usually is. I scan the room looking for Lou wondering whether I could talk to her in private about my ordeal upstairs with her old 'friend'.

I instantly regret my decision.

I see a gap in between the sea of people showing me Lou standing by the other side of the bar, leaning against it. The redhead from earlier whispers into her ear making Lou shake her head in laughter, the woman fiddles with her bow tie as if to go and tie it but Lou stops her with a shake of her head, her eyes move away from the woman as she scans the room as if searching for someone. As if sensing my presence her eyes turn instantly towards me, her crystal blues widen but before I could see anything else the beat of the music grows silent as Daphne takes the mic from the DJ ready to thank everyone for coming.

I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces, tears run freely down my face as I try to hide within the sea of people on the dance floor all while looking for Rach and Luke. I quickly find them standing at the edge of the dance floor opposite the front door.

Perfect

I quickly grab a hold of Rachel's hand, her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of my distraught face.

"Oh my god, Y/N are you okay? What the hell! Did she do this?! I'll wrap that bow tie around her neck so tight I swear Y/N" I quickly hush her and barely whisper

"Please just get me out of here" with that she nods her head with such determination. Luke wraps my coat around my shoulders and pulls me against him as we walk out of the door while Rachel phones a cab.

"It's gonna take 10 minutes Y/N. I don't know how long we can avoid her for," Rachel says apologetically as she stands close to me. Luke let's go of me and says he's gonna go grab his and Rachel's things and that he'll be as quick as possible.

"It's okay I just need to get out of here" I mutter quietly not trusting my own voice.

Luke rushes out breathing heavily as he passes Rachel her coat.

"She's going insane in there... her and that red head have just had a massive argument and she's asking Debbie where you were. Y/N I think you should at least tell her you are going" Luke reasons.

A leopard never changes its spots, dear

"Oh my god, she was right." I whisper to myself, gaining their attention.

"What do you mean, darling?" Luke asks softly.

"The.. other woman there tonight.. Madison. She warned me, I just never thought Lou..."

"Don't listen to them Y/N. Whatever you saw in there it could have been a misunderstanding, those girls have been eyeing her up all night but Lou only ever had eyes for you" Luke reassures just as the yellow cab arrives out front. We all rush towards it but before I can step into it a hand grabs a hold of my arm gently spinning me around and slamming the door with the other, blocking me from getting in as she boxes me in between her body and the door.

Wet crystal blue eyes stare right back into mine, full of sadness and rage. Her breathing slightly erratic from running around the place, she whispers so desperately, so softly I barely hear her.

"Please don't leave. Please. Let me explain"

She likes that in her women

"Lou let me go, please. I'm just really tired and would like to get some rest. We can talk about this tomorrow okay" I whisper back feeling droplets of rain crash onto my face or is it my tears? I cup her cheek and brush my thumb over her cheekbone wiping away the frustrated tear that seems to have escaped from her eye. 

"Tomorrow" she clarifies with hope.

"Yes tomorrow" I certify making her relax slightly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth as I turn away slightly still not ready for the contact. I see the hurt and sadness in her eyes as I slowly remove her hand from the top of the car and open the door making her step back. I climb into the car and see Lou press her hand gently against the window briefly, her blue eyes desperate for me to understand. The engine starts up and before I know it her sad form seems to grow smaller and smaller as we disappear back into the city. The last thing I see before going through the gates is Lou run her hands through her hair in frustration as Debbie steps towards her to comfort her. I turn away after that feeling guilty and hurt, the only real comfort I have right now comes from the two hands that hold my own in solidarity. 

Maybe I really don’t know her at all

[sliding-into-space]

Part 2/3 for the timeline of Slider and Coop Headcanons this time during Coop's disappearance and Hacker's banishment. Warning this is going to be long and angsty lmao sorry I'm on mobile.

U^ｪ^U

The day Hacker betrayed Coop, Coop tore up the plans and left, angry that Hacker could even do such a thing and went to cool off. He made some food and then went testing out some new boards. That's when he realized that Hacker had put magnemite in his helmet and left afraid if he stayed around it would affect Slider.

Slider was ten when this happened.

Slider was at school and then hung out with some friends at the skatepark that day. He got home late and was surprised to find the house and garage empty, cars gone, and house dark. He at first chalked it up to a late night job and made some simple food before going to bed.

He only grew slightly concerned when both his pops and Hacker hadn't appeared or reached out by mid morning the next day. He had tried calling his pops multiple times to no avail or reply. Trying not to panic Slider called Hacker. That conversation was full of venom and threats. Feeling full blown panic Slider called every single person he could think of asking if they had seen Coop.

Two days later Slider had to give a full blown report to Dr Marble, and Digit would hug him everytime it looked like he was about to cry or put his wing on his shoulder every time Slider got frustrated with the doctor's endless questions.

Meanwhile Coop has never been this stressed. He grabbed what he could, his tools, some canned foods, water bottles, and whatever was in his car which was a pillow and some building supplies like nails and screws he had. The site he chose poured rain for a week then grew to a desert like state for the next week. It was used as a disposable site in the past and Coop used that to his advantage. He ripped his car apart and used every piece. It took him 2 weeks of nonstop work but he build a metal shack. The third week was for water collection and the fourth he found several shipment containers of canned foods that must have crashed a while ago. Not all of it is edible, but enough for a good year or so until giving him time to try to grow some food.

Coop's most precious possession was a photo of slider and him with a giant tear where someone else used to be.

Coop forces himself to keep busy because if he doesn't he starts worrying about Slider.

Slider hyperfocuses on finding Coop. He spends his days crossing off cybersites on a giant Cyberspace map and his nights trying to figure out where to go next and tools to help him find Coop. News of Coop's disappearance is now known in Radopolis and the site mourns the loss much to Slider's annoyance. He refused to give in to the thought that Coop is gone or that he just abandoned him for no reason.

Slider got into multiple fights with both adults and other kids who tried to tell him to stop looking for his dad. He stops hanging out with people and becomes much more withdrawn. He doesn't trust people much anymore.

Coop's close friends take turns coming out to check on Slider and make sure there's food, and that he's okay but he's pretty much done talking, especially to previous trusted adults.

King Dudacus personally comes over and gets Slider to at least start skating again. Having a positive outlet for all the negative emotions helps a lot. He'll often rant to the king while Dudacus makes him share a meal with him bc Slider is now extra terrible at eating and sleeping.

Most of the time sleep for Slider is whenever he crashes from exhaustion. Even with that, he won't rest easy unless it's in his room after he's checked the house' locked doors and then sleeps with a baseball bat next to his bed.

Slider once threw up because of how upset he became after thinking he saw his pops in a crowd on a Cybersite.

When Slider first meets the Cybersquad he has no idea who they are and doesn't really care. He still had his morals, but isn't about to go out of his way to help some strangers, he's busy with his own problems. If they hadn't mentioned Hacker was involved Slider wouldn't have stopped.

Slider hates dealing with Hacker. The Borg is too smug about the entire thing, often mocking Slider and any familiar ties they had in the past. Slider in return refuses to acknowledge any parental nicknames he might've called Hacker as a child and tries to keep any knowledge of Hacker being his creator away from others, something the villain now loves to announce and even goes further and now suddenly adores calling Slider his son because of how disgusted, embarrassed and upset it makes him.

Both Coop and Slider suffer from nightmares, one of the most common ones is finding out that the other one isn't okay. Slider has nightmares about Hacker, he doesn't tell anyone this. Coop often dreams he never gets to see Slider again, that Slider will hate him, or that Hacker will somehow convince Slider to join him and take over Cyberspace.

Coop tries to make his home liveable. He spends his days going through the trash and pulling out things like books vs scraps of material he can use.

Coop's body is suffering from the increased aging it's frustrating to not be able to parkour, skate, or be active without feeling pain and creaky in your joints.

Slider called Dr Marbles every day for the first 4 months straight asking if he had any updates on finding his pops. Dr Marbles tried not to feel terrible when the phone didn't ring on day 1 of the 5th month.

The Cybersquad doing things like helping Slider keep his garage and just wanting to see him helps a lot of bitterness and mistrust of people go away.

Slider is the classic example of pushing people away first so he doesn't get rejected by them. He's absolutely puzzled by how much the girls seem to like him.

Slider felt physically ill when the Cybersquad thought he betrayed them, even more so when Hacker announced that he was clearly the good son he always knew, just throwing Slider's most guarded secrets out into the open and clearly enjoying how it made Slider feel.

Slider made Digit promise not to tell people about how Hacker made Slider and acted as a father figure when he was younger. Slider is terrified of somehow turning out like Hacker or others even comparing him with Hacker.

The Cybersite that Coop was hiding on was in a far tucked empty corner of Cyberspace, and was taken off maps years ago, thus no matter if Slider went to every Cybersite on his giant map, he never would have found Coop without the guide and hints Coop left for him.

I hope you enjoyed my angsty headcanons ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Next part is going to be show era when Coop and Slider are back together. (ᵔᴥᵔ)

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Snowy Days - Jihoon

❀ genre: college life + romance + a dash of angst 

❀ word count: 5491

❀ a/n: just read the tags below but if ur too lazy to basically: don’t expect lots of updates and i just wrote this as a form of therapy for me. i guess i missed writing and needed to rant /shrugs/ 

also this title sucks but idk what to do with it either LMAO 

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It was a quiet, winter evening; the snow was gently falling outside and the laughter of college students filled the dorm hallways. 

I, on the other hand, was curled up in a ball on my bed, reading a book. The soft sounds of my hand turning the pages lulled me in a dreamland of swoon-worthy boys. 

Suddenly, I heard a loud bang. 

I flinched and jumped up on my bed to see what had dropped. 

“Sorry! Just dropped my pan, how’s it going?” I sighed thankfully, realizing it was just my roommate, Naeun. Naeun was a freshman like me; we hadn’t talked much before rooming together. We got along most of the time, but being around people just irked me sometimes.

I pointed at the book, trying to hide the girlish daze in my eyes. 

“Just reading, like usual.” I kept my words short, hoping she would get the hint that I wasn’t in the mood to talk. It wasn’t like I was mad at her or anything, but I need my breaks with all the socialness of college. I don’t think people understand how tiring it is for introverts to have to be “on” all the time; “on” meaning social. 

She nodded. “What book?” 

“It’s called ‘Win Some, Lose Some’ by Shay Savage. It’s a really amazing novel about a boy who was Autism and a girl who ...” I trailed off when I realized she had her back towards me. The sound of her pots and pans flying into her drawer was distracting. “A girl who befriends him basically. How was your day?” I asked politely. 

I braced myself for her long winded answer. Most people just say “good” or “it was pretty alright” but not Naeun, she pops off and talks about things no one really needs to know, and no one really cares. 

“It was okay. I saw one of my friends on campus and I waved to her because it’s so weird, right? Seeing people you know on such a large campus. And then I walked to English and my professor was just such in a good mood today, she’s so nice, I love her.” 

I smiled carefully, hoping she doesn’t realize how much I do not care about who she waves at or how her professor looks. 

“Then, I went to the library and did some of my math homework and I got started on the next chapter. And then I started to do my English homework which I got kind of stumped on. Anyway, all I could think about is this big burrito when I was studying.” She took out two large burritos and plopped them on a blue plate. 

I nodded and told her I was going to go back to my book. She nodded and right as I was about to plug in my earbuds to drown out her voice while I read, she stopped me with her voice.

“Hey, I’m bored, do you think Ahyoung and Somi are busy?” I took out my earbuds once more and shrugged. 

“Probably not.” 

“Hm. Is it cool if I invite them over? I mean, you don’t have to say yes if you just want to be alone, I know how you get like that.” 

I forced an awkward smile. “Um, I actually want to just chill and be alone, but you can always go to their rooms... they live in the same building.” I tried not to let my annoyance show in my voice, but it was rising. 

She furrowed her brows and sighed. “Yeah, but they’re so far...” She whined. 

Don’t roll your eyes. Don’t roll your eyes. Don’t roll your eyes. 

“I mean, they always come to our dorm, maybe go to them today?” I really didn’t care what she did, I just wanted to be alone. 

I turned on my music and opened my book so I didn’t have to hear her complain. She went back on her phone and I was content reading in peace. 

Five minutes later, I heard loud knocking on the door. 

What? She did not just...

“Oh, hey, Ahyoung! How’s it going?” 

No way, she did not just invite people over after I told her not to. 

I felt my blood boil, but I tried to keep my calm. I was not going to make a scene, especially since Ahyoung was my friend. 

I locked eyes with Naeun, who I visibly glared at. 

“It’s chill, y/n, you don’t have to talk we are just gonna hang a bit and then go watch some TV.” 

I bit my tongue to not snap at her. Her insensitivity was rubbing me the wrong way, but I didn’t want to blow up. We were all adults here, I didn’t want to seem like a child who got irritated when they were forced to socialize with their mom’s friends. 

Soon, I heard another knock. 

“Hey, Sooyoung! Come in, we are picking a show to watch.” 

I tried to calm down and read my book, but when I say I want to be alone, I really mean I want to be alone. 

I felt myself boil over in anger as I could still hear them over my earbuds. Their laughter and constant chatter couldn’t be tuned out. 

“Ok, we are gonna go to the lounge and watch TV. High five!” Naeun held her hand right in front of my face and I hit it just to make her leave. I swear, I’d rather hit her face instead. 

As soon as I heard the door slam shut, I pulled out my earbuds and went to rinse my face. 

How insensitive of her! I explicitly told her not to invite anyone over to the dorm, and there she goes. She can’t walk up one flight of stairs to see our friends?? So fucking rude. 

Living in the dorms as an introverted person was terribly hard. I don’t even know if introverted is the right word for it anymore if I want to go days without talking to people. And it sucks when no one truly understands me and doesn’t take my words seriously. 

I groaned and stared at myself in the mirror.

“Just two more quarters and you’re free for the summer.” 

I sighed and wiped my face on my towel. 

College was hard. 

I had found my group in college, but unfortunately, I had made the same mistakes as I did in high school. First, I stayed connected with some friends from high school who I had planned on cutting off. And most importantly, I put too much time and effort into people who disrespect me and don’t care for me. 

And now I live with someone like that. 

It angered me to feel so out of place, so alone in the dorms even when I had friends. Whenever I wanted to escape, there was no where to go. All my friends were here. 

I clenched my fist. 

All of a sudden, I couldn’t just sit down and read. I glanced over in the corner of the room and saw the camera from my photography class sitting there. 

I looked outside my window and saw the soft snow falling down. 

I quickly pulled on a warm, puffy jacket, jeans, and headed out to take some photos with my trustworthy camera. 

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The air was colder than I remembered. I felt my nose crinkle as the wind blew snow into my nose. 

The city was beautiful; it was painted in white sparkles. I snapped a few photos and took a deep breath. 

I loved being outside and having no one notice me; this was one of my favorite things about living in the city and college in general. I snapped pictures of groups of people walking across the street. The blur of the street lights combined with the softness of the snow captivated me. 

“Some nice pics you got there.” 

I jumped at the voice and almost dropped my camera; thankfully, it’s always wrapped around my neck.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t think you’d get so scared.” 

I looked up and saw a boy around my age staring at me. And dang, was he cute. 

I thanked God for the weather because my cheeks were already red. 

“Uh, um, it’s fine.” I fibbed quickly. I felt awkward because I didn’t know how to act around guys my age, especially ones as cute as him. 

Be friendly, be friendly. He just wants to be friends.

“Um, I’m y/n by the way.” I took out my hand to shake his. He chuckled and reciprocated the action.

“Jihoon, Park Jihoon. You live in this building too?” He pointed at the building next door to me. I shook my head and watched as the snow fell onto my shoulders.

“Oh no, I live in this one.” He nodded. “Are you a freshman?” I asked. 

He laughed heartily. I liked how he didn’t hide his emotions. “Oh no, I’m a sophomore this year but I’m an RA in this building.” 

I made an “O” shape with my mouth. “Ah, a resident adviser. I’m applying to be one next year, kinda nervous but hopefully I’ll get the job.” 

His eyes widened. “Oh really? I rarely meet people who want to baby a bunch of freshmen.” I laughed at his comment. “But hey, it’d be cool if we were in the same dorm next year. You could teach me to take such pretty pictures.” I laughed and flipped through the photos on my camera out of habit.

“Don’t get your hopes up, I haven’t even been accepted for the job yet. Also, I’m taking photography 101 with Professor Lee Miyoung, I’m sure she’s a better teacher than I am.” I teased. 

He shrugged. “Well, I doubt she’s as pretty as you.” 

My heart froze. 

W-what? Did he just flirt with me? Oh god, what do I say now? How do I flirt back? I-

“Sorry, was that weird? I wanted to call you pretty but I didn’t mean to lowkey talk about a professor’s beauty either.” He looked mildly embarrassed when he shook out his hair full of snow. 

I gave him a small smile. “Um, no, not weird, it was actually kind of smooth. I don’t really know how to respond to flirting.” 

Oh my god. I just said that. 

His eyes lit up mischievously as I tried not to blush even harder.

“Oh flirting? Is that what we are doing?” He teased.

“Technically, that’s what you are doing.” He laughed loudly and his voice echoed throughout the streets. I only hoped to have that loud of a voice as an RA. 

“You got me there.” He then looked down at his watch and frowned. 

“What’s wrong?”

He looked up at me with his soft brown puppy eyes. I swear this guy is too cute to be real. “Um, my shift is starting soon.” He then took out his phone. “I know we just met, but you seem pretty cool-”

Before he could finish, I took his phone and typed in my number.

“There, now you can teach me how to be an RA and I can teach you how to take photos.” I said as confidently as I could. 

He seemed a bit surprised at my voice, but nodded.

“Sounds great, see you later.” He waved to be as he walked away, but slipped on a patch of snow. 

“Ah, be careful!” I shouted. He gave me a small smile and walked back into his dorm.

Well, at least this day ended on a high note. 

-----

“Hey, where’d you go last night? We were wondering where you were at.” 

I’m an adult, I don’t have to tell you everywhere I go.

I bit back the words and forced a small smile. “Oh, I just went to take some photos for my photography class. The snow looked really pretty last night.” I left out the minor detail that a cute boy started to talk to me. I wanted to keep the giddiness to myself. 

“Oh cool. I just came back from the gym. I saw a really cute boy in there. He was really fit, dark skinned, dark hair. And he smiled at me and I smiled back. We didn’t get to talk because I was so out of breath, but I hope he’s at the gym again.” She went off without me asking her too. 

I understand that I’m being a bit tough on her, but she irritated me first by inviting people over when I told her not to. People always talk about communication in college, but sometimes people just don’t listen to you. 

“Cool, hope you see him again.” I said nicely. I have to put on a nice face with my roommates, as I don’t want to be in an awkward living situation. 

“Yeah... how was your day today?” 

-----

“And then she just invited you guys over, disregarding what I had just said before! Isn’t that rude?” I voiced to Ahyoung, my best friend. I’d known her before going to college, well, I’ve known her since we were 8. 

She looked a bit hesitant on what to say. 

I went on about the situation. “I’m not saying I hate seeing you guys, but you know how I get when I want to be alone. I...I just want to be alone and it makes me crazy when I see people. Plus, I told Naeun I wanted to chill out and be alone and then she just invites you guys over, without telling me?? I’m not crazy.” I ranted. 

Ahyoung sighed and took a sip of her coffee filled with milk and sugar. 

“I mean, she did say she was inviting us over in the groupchat.” 

I glared at the younger girl. “Excuse me, I was sitting right next to her, she knows I didn’t check my phone. It’s rude to not tell your roommate you’re inviting people over, and it’s even ruder when we just talked about how I didn’t want her to invite people over. It’s not like she forgot within the five minutes.” 

“True. That wasn’t nice of her.” I noticed she hesitated on saying anything bad about her. We were all friends, but I was the one who had problems with friends in the group, as usual. I didn’t like very many people, but I was civil and nice to everyone; that’s what being an adult is all about. 

“Yeah...” I trailed off. I don’t know when it got so weird between us, but it felt like I couldn’t talk to my best friend about things in my life. I didn’t even tell her about the cute guy who flirted with me. Deep inside of me, I knew she didn’t deserve to know these things about me when she didn’t want to hear the bad parts of my life. 

It felt like everyone wants to be around me when I’m laughing and joking, never when I’m serious and want to talk about my feelings. No one wants to listen when I want to rant about real things in life, yet they love when someone rants about some “dumb” thing a girl did in the hallway. 

I didn’t get why they judged people before they knew them. I always tried to talk with people before I made judgements, yet people think it’s weird when I judge people I talk to. That’s the way you’re supposed to judge people... when you get to know them personally. Duh.

As I was talking, I saw her eyes focused on something far away from me. 

I turned around and saw her crush standing there. She stopped listening to me as he waved at her. I saw her eyes bright up when she saw him and I grew annoyed. I was telling her about something that was bothering me, and then she chooses a boy over me. Not cool. 

“Hello? Earth to Ahyoung??” I teased. She shrugged me off. 

“He’s so cute. I know he doesn’t like me, but I can’t help myself.” 

I snorted. “Yeah, he doesn’t like you and actually, he only dates white girls and you my friend, are not white.” I knew I was being harsh, but I hear about him every single second and it angers me when I want to vent about something in my life and she doesn’t think I’m as important as her crush.

She flinched at my harsh words. 

“You just wouldn’t understand, you’ve never had a crush before. You’ve never been in love before.” She said matter of factly. 

Ouch. 

This was all true, but it hurt when she said it like that. I’ve never felt romantic love, wow, thanks for reminding me. Maybe I’m too busy taking care of my dumb friends who don’t care about me. 

Maybe.

-----

“Bye, see you later.” I waved her off as we both went to class.

As soon as I turned around, I saw a familiar face. 

Jihoon. 

I fixed my hair and prayed none of my mascara had smeared on my face. 

Be confident, make friends. 

“Hey, Jihoon.” He turned around with a confused look on his face. I felt a leap in my heart when he smiled at me.

“Oh hey y/n, it’s weird to see you without a camera.” He joked. 

I felt my heart skip a beat when he said my name; I was so used to people forgetting about me. 

“Hah, well it’s weird to see you in the daylight.” I joked. When I saw him left an eyebrow, I knew I said something wrong. 

I felt my face burn up at my own words. 

“Not like that.” I blubbered out. He let out a light laugh. 

“Well, I mean, you’re right.” He took note of my embarrassed state and changed the subject. “So, what class are you headed to?”

“History of the Ancient Greek and Roman worlds, how bout you?” 

“Woah, what an interesting class. I’m heading to choir practice actually.” That made me stop in my tracks.

“Wait, you sing?” 

He chuckled. “Yup, that is what you do in choir.” I felt a bit embarrassed at my statement. “I’m joking, I’m joking, but yes, I do sing. Have been doing so for my whole life.”

“I did choir up until high school, I didn’t feel good enough for college. I still don’t know how to read music and it’s been years.” 

“It’s hard, but you get used to it. You should give it a shot if you really want to though. Or come watch one of our performances.” I smiled at him.

“One day.” I stopped walking and pointed at the building in front of us. “This is me. I’ll see you later?” 

He nodded and smiled. 

“I’ll see you later.”

-----

Two weeks had passed and I hadn’t seen much of Jihoon. We waved to each other in passing, but it was midterms soon, and exams were the only thing on my mind. We sent each other memes daily though and we just got each other’s humor- that was rare. 

I was filling out my history study guide until I heard my roommate, Naeun, walk in.

“Hey, y/n~ Ahyoung, Sooyoung and I saw you talking to a boy yesterday~ Oooooooo what’s his name?” 

She sat right in front of me, not giving me any personal space. 

I tried not to blush but honestly, my face was turning red because I was so annoyed at her.

“His name is Jihoon. He’s an RA in the dorm next to us, we met at an RA informational meeting.” I lied. I didn’t want to tell her I ran out of the dorm because I couldn’t handle her and people.

“He’s cute, nice body too.” I felt a an overwhelming sense of jealously and protectiveness wash over me. I hated it. I didn’t want to be this person. I probably only felt this way because I didn’t like Naeun right now. 

“Yeah, you can have him if you want. I’m not into him.” I lied. 

She raised a brow. “Really? Don’t be upset if he falls for me then.” I knew she was joking when she flipped her hair dramatically, but I wasn’t into it. 

I felt my buried insecurities rise when I stared intensely at her face. Her eyebrows were neatly plucked, which I was always too scared to do. Her skin was tanned and even, not blotchy and red like mine. Her fashion was trendy and most boys liked her because of her socialness, on the contrary, I was awkward and mean to boys, unintentionally. 

I just went back to doing my homework, shaking off the comparison. 

-----

Later that night, I saw a message pop up in my texts which was weird because I usually mute everyone.

‘hey midterms are killing me and i dont understand anything... want ice cream?’ 

I tried not to laugh even though both my roommates were at the library. 

‘uhhh shouldnt u be studying if u dont understand anything?? mayb??’ 

‘LOL thats not how it works young padawan’ I rolled my eyes. He thinks he’s so much older than me. 

‘also I don’t eat ice cream, i don’t eat dairy’

‘... aight imma head out’ 

I snorted and tilted my head back in laughter. 

‘ok, no ice cream... what DO you like?’

You. I like you. 

... Definitely not sending that.

‘UMMM i like hot chocolate?’ 

‘okay, i’ll be at your dorm in 5. what is your room number again?’

‘303′ 

‘aight’ 

I looked down at short shorts and tank top and then at the harsh winds outside. I threw on a pair of cute leggings and a heavy sweater. I put on a black jacket over it and placed a beanie on my head. 

I did my brows and put on a few swipes of mascara. I carefully applied my lightly colored lip balm and sprayed face mist to look dewy and cute. 

Is this a date? Or is this just two friends being adventurous? 

Whatever, I want to look cute at least.

Seconds after I finish, I hear a knock at my door. I took a deep breath.

This isn’t a date. This isn’t a date. Calm down.

I opened the door. 

He was wearing a puffy jacket and dark black jeans that outlined his thigh muscles. Yum.

I also noticed he was wearing a gray beanie... which was identical to mine.

“Cute hat.” I noted. He grinned and tugged on my beanie. 

“Same goes for you. Ready for some hot chocolate?” 

“Yes, where are we going to get said chocolate caliente?” 

Jihoon gave me a weird look. “Chocolate what?” 

I stared at him, stunned. “Chocolate caliente. Caliente means hot in Spanish. Therefore, hot chocolate. You didn’t take Spanish in high school?” 

He shook his head. “Nope, I took Japanese because I’m a weeb.” I snorted. 

“Wow, I should be surprised but I’m not.” He pushed me playfully and I tried not to freak out over the warmth of his skin. 

“You’re telling me you don’t watch any anime?” 

I rolled my eyes. “Of course I watch some anime. But am I full blown weeb... no.” 

He narrowed his eyes at me. “I can change that, don’t worry.”

“You still didn’t tell me where we are going.” My fingers felt crisp from the cold air. It wasn’t snowing tonight, but the ground was still white. 

“Aha, we are going to my favorite cafe called ‘Pink Heart Cafe’. It is decked in pink hearts.” 

“As expected from a Pink Heart Cafe.” I joked. In the near distance, I noticed a sign that had a baby pink heart that wrote ‘Pink Heart Cafe’ in cute lettering. 

I crinkled my nose from the cold air. “What, you don’t like pink?” 

“No, no, I love the color pink actually. It’s just kinda cold out here.” He nodded. 

“Maybe it would be warmed if we held hands... maybe.” 

For the first time, I felt comfortable with someone’s flirtatious comment.

I smirked and hooked my hand with his. I felt my heart beater faster. Much faster. And I loved it. 

I saw him smile widely and hide it with his hair. 

“I’m a lucky guy.” He whispered. 

We walked into the cafe. 

“Hi! Welcome to Pink Heart Cafe, for here or to go?” 

“For here, please.” The woman nodded. 

“Please take a seat. We will come take your order soon.”

We took our seats in the corner, next to the pink fairy lights. I was in love with the aesthetic. 

“Cute place. And fancy it seems, they come take our order at the table.” I sang a bit of Twice’s Fancy. 

“Oh gosh, you love Twice?? Me too!” I shrugged nonchalantly. 

“I mean, I like them, their songs are cute and catchy but I’m not a diehard fan.” 

He frowned. I can change that too. 

I sighed and rolled my eyes dramatically. “Wow, it seems like there are a lot of things you want to change about me. What do you even like about me?” I teased. 

He smiled harder and I noticed a blush on his face. 

“Uhhh, that’s a good question. I like... I like how you’re honest with your emotions. I like how you’re good at photography. I like that you want to become an RA because of the money and--” I gasped and pushed him on the arm.

“That’s not the only reason! Yes... the pay is good, but I like helping people.” 

Our laughter died down as he gazed at me intensely. 

“You like helping people? Tell me more about that.” 

I paused. No one had asked me that before. 

“Um, no one’s asked me that before. I guess I just like to see people happy. I like appealing to people’s emotions and most times, I’m pretty good at making people like me.” I said honestly. I saw his face light up at my words. “And I also want to be a teacher after I graduate, so being an RA would help improve my social skills and teach me how to interact with those younger than me and work through their problems. I don’t know, people say it’s hard and that it can be tough if kids come to you with suicidal thoughts and feelings of anxiety and depression, but I mean, I just want to do it and give back to the community somehow... I don’t know. ” I mumbled off, feeling like I said too much.

His gaze was so serious, I was scared I bored him to death.

He leaned closer to me and I freaked out. I held my breath, waiting for what was next until he spoke. 

“You’re so awesome.” He finally said. 

That... that was surprising.

“Um, thanks?”

“I’m serious! That’s so amazing why you want to be an RA. Honestly, I took up this job because it pays well and I’m good at talking to people, but sometimes I couldn’t care less about my residents. I like how you’re so kind to people.”

I laughed, “I’m not that nice.” 

“Yeah right, you were nice to me the first time we met. And I could’ve been a creepy dude and I almost made you break your camera.” 

“Well, I was nice to you because you are a cute boy.” He choked on his drink at my blunt words. I grew shy all of a sudden and laughed with him. 

“Jesus, give a boy a warning before you say such words.” He was pink in the face and I felt my heart warm. 

“It’s true, you are attractive. But it is also true that I’m not nice. My roommate is irritating the heck out of me and I have to tell myself every time I talk to her to say nice things and not hurt her feelings ‘cause she’s so damn sensitive.” 

He paused for a moment. I was nervous he would think I was a bad person. Which... technically is what I’m trying to convince him of. 

“Wow, you just got ten times nicer.” Now it was my turn to choke on my drink. 

“What? I just told you I have to force myself to be nice to my roommate even though I just want to snap at her all the time.” 

Jihoon leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face. “Exactly! Most people would’ve just called her a bitch and moved on! Moved out or from what I’ve seen, some girls do mean shit like throwing another girl’s clothes out of her closet or flirting with her boyfriend. You... you just be nice when someone is mean to you.”

“She’s not mean, just rubbing me the wrong way.” Jihoon rolled his eyes.

“See? You are still defending her even though I’m sure she’s putting you through more than other people would take.” 

I shrugged. “I don’t know, most people don’t take me seriously when I talk about it.” 

“Try me.” 

I hesitated at first, but when I saw his open and honest look, I spilled.

“Well, I’m quite an introverted person so I need my alone time. And when I told her, this was actually the night that I met you, um, I told her that I wanted to be alone. And then she invited people over to the room and yes, they left soon, but when I’m in my isolation mood, I just... I just don’t even want to look at people.” 

He stared at me with a curious look so I rambled on. “I know, it’s dumb-”

He placed a gentle hand on top of mine.

“No, that’s not dumb at all. She should’ve respected your words. I would be so mad. Give me more!” He pounded his fist on the table for dramatic effect. 

I felt my heart lighten when he wanted to hear more of my words. I was so used to people ignoring me and brushing over my concerns.

“Uh, well, just... well not just Naeun, my roommate, but some of my friends in the same dorm as me. They are just really judgmental and the negativity just pains me. I don’t like judging others before getting to know them, so hearing them talk bad about random people they don’t know just pains me. And I’m no saint, yes I judge people, but I make sure I talk to them first and get to know them before I make judgments.”

Jihoon smiled. “You keep getting better the more I get to know you. I do the same thing, my friends think I’m crazy when I say ‘hey that dude looks kinda mean and no one likes him, i’ll be friends with him’!” 

My eyes widened. “Oh my god, that’s how I met most of my friends!” 

We laughed as we bad mouthed our friends and the people who have hurt us. 

“Why do you stick with such crappy friends? No offense, you deserve so much better.” 

I shrugged. “I mean, everyone says that to me and truly, I don’t even know. I just feel so connected to them now and they have their good moments-”

“Good moments aren’t enough if they consistently hurt you.”

“I know, I know! I just... maybe I’m not that good of a person then if I stay with them. Like people say, you are who your friends are.” 

“That’s bull, you’re a good person, I know that. And your friends don’t even care to listen to you rant, I can tell I’m the first person you told all this stuff too because you have flames in your eyes. You deserve friends you can trust and are able to rant to. I promise.” 

I bit my lip, thinking of what to say. 

“Thank you, I guess I just think I am helping them by staying with them. I don’t want to hurt their feelings.” 

“Just know that you have me now, and if you ever need to rant or vent or whatever, I’m here for you. You have me now.” 

I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. No one’s ever said that to me before and meant it. I know he meant it, it was written all over his face. 

I nodded slowly, accepting the moment we were having. 

We sat in a moment of silence until the waiter came for the check.

I dug through my pockets to get out the ten dollar bill I stuffed in there. 

“Hah funny,” Jihoon chided when he whipped out his card before I could do anything. I gasped. 

“Ah, Jihoon, I brought money!” 

He tsked and stood when the waiter gave him his card back. “Yeah right, I’d never let a girl pay on the first date, that’s like... illegal.” I rolled my eyes, until I realized what he had just admit.

“Date?” I questioned carefully. 

He looked away from my gaze, like he didn’t mean to say the word. 

“Yes... date. Do you have a problem with that?” 

I grinned.

“Nope.”

[lustresky]

make me feel [bi!bucky barnes x bi!f!reader]

summary: Let’s just say that you and Bucky aren’t as bright as you both think you are. (Or, a story in which you both find out that the other isn’t actually completely over the fence— If you know what I mean.)

wc: 2800ish.

themes: reader and bucky are both bi disasters, misunderstandings, pining, a lil’ bit of angst?, crack? (idek at this point lmao), happy endings, not so subtle the witcher references, everyone else in the team getting tired of reader n bucky’s dumbasses.

a/n: title is a song by janelle monáe! also this is inspired by seb saying ‘bi rights!’ and well... also by me being a dumbass bi. this felt like the longest x reader i’ve ever written when in reality it’s the shortest one i’ve ever written lol. :’) oh well!

if you have any questions about this fic, feel free to send me an ask! c:

“Isn’t she just—“ You sigh dreamily, one of your arms coming up to rest at the table; your head then promptly laying on it. “God, I’m like— so gay.”

Bucky just laughs, ignoring the twinge of emotion in his chest. He sips his coffee, eyeing you through the corner of his eye.

Your eyes had been stuck on the Russian spy for the past ten minutes, now. Natasha, however, hadn’t noticed it all; which Bucky finds both funny and depressing.

Funny, because seeing the usually alert assassin being oblivious to your feelings is amusing; and depressing, because he knows that he’ll never be the object of your affections.

The reason isn’t even because of his past— you had made it clear to him numerous times before that you don’t think any less of him because of his history. It isn’t even about his arm— you had called it “Cool.” and “Awesome!” a handful of times before.

No; the reason that he’ll never be able to be with you is because you swing your bat for your own team.

Bucky just lets out a quiet sigh, blowing his coffee to cool it down some more.

When Natasha turns her head to give you both a smile, he doesn’t contain the small chuckle coming out of his throat when you suddenly flinch in your seat.

He wants more, he always had, but he knows better than to hope for things that he can never have.

I’ll just have to settle for this.

Bucky takes another sip.

“Damn.”

You look up from the TV; your view being greeted by Bucky as he sits next to you on the sofa, metal arm gleaming from the dim light of the screen.

The said television currently displays a very delightful and deliciously naked scene of Geralt of Rivia; the camera panning up from his thunderous thighs to his thick upper body— the only thing keeping the whole moment ‘Netflix-Show-Friendly’ is the white cloth haphazardly thrown across his waist, covering his dignity.

You snort as Bucky continues to hungrily stare at the fictional character, unashamed. His eyes are wide, pupils blown and you can’t help but feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Looks like someone’s a lil’ gay too, huh?” You laugh, trying to swallow down the feeling of heartache.

Bucky just chuckles back, eyes still focused on the screen. “You can say that…”

You tear your gaze off of the super soldier, doing your best to keep your disappointment at bay.

It isn’t his fault; you of all people know that you can’t exactly control what and who you’re attracted and not attracted to.

In fact, it’s your fault for falling for someone who’ll never like you that way.

Bucky will never look at you like that— you know that— but there are times, times like this…

Times where his arm is wrapped around your shoulders, times where your head is tucked under his chin, times where your back is pressed against his chest…

That you fool yourself into the idea of maybe you two can have something more.

Even if you know better.

Bucky hears the clacking of heels behind him, followed by the familiar whistling of Sam when he sees something he likes.

“Goddamn, Y/N!” He hoots, promptly making Bucky turn around from his area on the stove upon hearing your name.

His breath hitches up in his throat as he sees you: a form fitting and long sleeved black dress hugging every part of your body, ending quite high above your knees and showing off a garter on your left leg. Your hair is tousled, framing your face. The whole outfit is paired with black heels, and Bucky knows for sure that anyone else who’ll see you in it will do a double take.

You laugh at Sam. “Sorry, honey, but you know that I don’t see you that way.” You give him a wink, eyelashes fluttering as the eye-shadow on your eyelid glitters. Bucky can slowly feel his knees turning into jelly.

He quickly brushes off the butterflies in his stomach, trying to regain his composure.

Bucky clears his throat and sends you a smile, which he hopes doesn’t look too strained. “You look great, Y/N.”

Whatever his complicated feelings are, he isn’t going to let them stop him from giving you a genuine compliment. Bucky knows how happy it makes you whenever he gasses you up.

As he had expected, you give him a huge smile. “Awh— thanks, Buck.”

Before Bucky can reply, Sam slides back into the conversation. “So what’s all this for, then?” He asks, one eyebrow up. After a beat, he smirks. “Got a date?”

Bucky ignores the heart wrenching feeling in his chest.

You laugh, and that’s when he notices the folded flag in your hands. You unfold it and wrap it around your shoulders. “Nah, just got a parade to go to. You know how it is.” You send him another wink.

The flag has a tricolour design.

Bucky had never seen it before.

Sam just laughs, bright chuckles filling up the otherwise empty space. “I see you, honey. I see you.”

You tie the flag into a knot around your neck, giggling. “Well,” You say, arranging your hair, grabbing a clutch from God knows where. “Enjoy yourselves boys, I know I will.”

With a final wink— and even a salute— you step out of Bucky and Sam’s view, heels clacking once more as you make your way to the elevator.

Bucky’s trance gets broken as soon as he hears Sam snickering. He turns, feeling his cheeks flush with heat.

“What.” He says, furrowing his eyebrows, trying his best to look annoyed even if embarrassment is slowly eating away at him.

Sam just laughs. “God, you need to tell Y/N that you’re into her. I’ve been seeing you pine over her for months, dude. You gotta tell her the truth.”

Bucky scoffs and turns back to the stove, seeing his food now burnt to a crisp. Great. “Yeah, no thanks.” He says, embarrassment now being replaced by exasperation.

Sam groans back. “She’s clearly into you—“

“No, she isn’t,” Bucky cuts Sam off before he can even say anything else; annoyance quickly turning into rage.

He looks back at Sam. “I know she isn’t.”

After a beat, Sam scoffs. “As much as you think you know shit,” He starts, shaking his head.

“You don't know shit.”

You can’t help but let out a small whimper once Bucky’s fist collides with the boxing bag.

The way his muscles flex at every punch, the way the veins in his neck pop out at every grunt, the way his tank top clung to everything…

God. He looks absolutely appetizing.

Wanda snickers from beside you. She passes you a water bottle and you take no more than five seconds to chug it all down. “Well,” She laughs. “Someone’s thirsty today.”

You wipe your mouth, groaning. “Shut up.”

Wanda just giggles. “Awh, come on Y/N, you can be honest with me.”

You turn to look at her, being greeted by her wiggling eyebrows. “Ugh, I don’t wanna talk about it, Wanda.” You roll your eyes and turn your head back again.

Which is a mistake on your part— because as you do so, you’re welcomed by the sight of Bucky’s toned stomach; his hands grabbing onto the bottom of his tank top, rubbing the sweat off of his forehead.

You proceed to choke on air.

Wanda just cackles harder and louder— but at least she has enough empathy to pat your back.

Bucky, upon hearing the boisterous laughter, drops his hold on the tank top. His eyebrows furrow for a moment, before his eyes land on you; his lips then curling up into a small smile.

The heat in your cheeks becomes even hotter, but you manage to compose yourself just for a second to send him a grin; albeit crooked and a bit awkward.

Thankfully he doesn’t notice anything.

As Bucky turns back around to face the other side of the gym, you turn back to Wanda— face fuming.

“Be quiet!” You hiss, irritation and embarrassment settling in. “He can’t know that I’m into him, okay?”

Wanda raises an eyebrow, face contorted to a look of incredulity. “Why?” She proceeds to poke you on your shoulder. “It’s clear that you guys both like each other— just confess already. I’m tired of it.” She groans and rolls her eyes.

You scoff and let your eyes fall downcast onto the wooden floor.

“Trust me…” You sigh, feeling the disappointment bubbling in your stomach. “He doesn’t like me that way.”

Wanda lets out a noise of disagreement. “I don’t even need to get in his head to know that he’s into you—“

“Wanda just—“ You cut her off, lifting your eyes up from the floor to stare at her fully. The disbelief in her eyes upon hearing your words is clear, but it isn’t enough to erase the feeling of heartache in your chest. “Just trust me...”

“I’m sure of it.”

“Oh come on— Y/N!” Tony shouts, sounding exasperated, making you lift your eyes from the chicken on your plate and onto his upon hearing your name.

You cock an eyebrow at him, hands paused midway into cutting your meal. “Yeah, Tony?”

Steve raises a hand up to cover Tony’s mouth, but the billionaire manages to swat it out of the way. “Would you— as in-eloquent as this may sound— bang Mr. Barnes?” He asks, face determined and jaw set tight.

The rest of the chatter on the dinner table promptly stops. Natasha and Wanda both look amused, but the rest of the team just looks either: A) Confused, B) Disgusted, or C) An equal yet unfortunate mix of both.

You don’t say anything for a few seconds, caught too off guard to even answer. After a minute your mouth opens, but it closes back just as quick— open and close just like a fish.

Tony groans, arms crossing around his chest like a child. He leans forward to your direction. “Well? Yes or no?”

You force your lips to part with the intention of saying a reply, but Bucky beats you to it.

“Stark, I think we all know that Y/N would never say yes.” He says, voice dark and unamused.

“Well, I— for one— don’t,” Tony replies, not even letting you speak. His brows are furrowed as he shakes his head. He lifts one hand up, a finger going down as he says, “First off, and I say this totally platonically, you’re jacked. Second, we’re not blind— we see you both cuddling at the sofa when you’re watching The Witcher; and third, as a super soldier, your stamina in bed—“

Bucky cuts him off before he can even continue. “It’s because I’m a man, Stark.” His eyes narrow, annoyance and anger clear on his face. “Don’t you see that Y/N’s not into that?”

Your eyes widen, and before anyone else can interrupt you, you say, “Hold up— what?”

Bucky just stares back at you; and you notice the irritation on his face slowly morphing into hopelessness. “Aren’t you— you know…” Bucky lets out a sigh, metal hand waving in the air. “Gay?”

“What?” You respond back, eyebrows now knit together in confusion and surprise. “I mean yeah, but— no?”

Bucky just looks back at you in confusion.

“I’m not— I’m not gay. Not exactly,” You shake your head. “I’m bi— you know, as in bisexual?”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, eyes wide in shock.

A silence reigns over the table before Tony breaks it again.

“Well that means that that lil’ reason is unjustifiable, then!” He claps his hands. “So what is it, Y/N? A yes? A no?”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of rejection starting to bubble in your stomach. You know your answer, but it didn’t matter in the end.

“I don’t think what ever I’ll say will be worth it in the long run, Tony,” You try to play off the heartache by turning back to your plate. “Besides, I don’t have a chance, anyways.” You laugh half heartedly.

A beat passes— even Tony doesn’t reply to your words— until…

“What do you mean you don’t?” Bucky asks, low enough to be a whisper, but loud enough for you to catch it.

You look up, staring back into his cerulean eyes. “Well...” You try not to show your feelings as you shrug your shoulders. “Aren’t you gay?”

A pause, then— Bucky snorts. Actually snorts.

“Doll, I’m not—“ His eyes are crinkling, smile stretched wide. “I mean, yes, but I’m… I’m into women just as much as I am into men.”

You let your jaw drop.

Wait… So that meant…

This time, Steve interrupts. “Okay… I think I’ve had enough of dinner, how about we watch a film?” He stands up from his seat, his own chair loudly scratching against the wood as he tries to act nonchalant.

Everyone else— except you and Bucky— stands up, a chorus of “Yeah, sure.”‘s and awkward coughs filling the room. The team heads out in a straight file into the communal space.

Tony, before disappearing into the corner, sends you both a wink; Steve promptly whisks him away.

You look back at Bucky.

The two of you just stare at each other wordlessly; still reeling over the fact that you two had both been absolute idiots.

For a few minutes, silence engulfs both of you, until Bucky coughs.

“You still—“ He lifts up an arm and rubs the back of his neck, a nervous tick that you instantly recognize. “You still haven’t answered Stark’s question…”

You sit straighter in your seat, surprised at his words. The heat creeps up to your cheeks; and although you know now that you actually have a chance, the weight of rejection is still heavy.

After all, you had already accepted being turned down because of his ‘supposed’ attraction not including your sex— which, truthfully, hurts less than being rejected because of anything else.

You let out a chuckle, but it doesn’t end up sounding as happy as you had wanted it to be. “It’s not that important, Buck— you don’t want to know, trust me.” Your eyes fall down to your unfinished meal once more.

Bucky lets out a sigh, and for a few seconds he doesn’t say anything. Until…

“That’s the thing, Y/N… I— I want to.”

You look up, making eye contact once more.

“I want to know,” He says, eyes full of hope yet also doubt. “I’d rather know now than never.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat.

“So?” Bucky smiles, a small, unsure one. “Do you— as per Tony’s words— want to bang me?”

The laugh escapes your mouth as soon as Bucky pronounces those words, and you just take a second to compose yourself. God, isn’t this night just eventful?

As the last few giggles come out, you shake your head, feeling the courage to say the truth run up your veins.

Fuck it.

You fix your gaze into Bucky’s eyes— those cerulean blues that you can get lost in for days.

“I do want to bang you, Sergeant Barnes,” You say, and as his eyes flash with joy as your mouth quirks into a grin.

“But I don’t want just that…”

Before you know it, you had stood up from your seat and are now walking towards him; the fearlessness in you becoming bigger and bigger with each step you take.

Once you reach him, he stands up from his seat as well. He towers over you easily, but instead of being intimidated, you feel comforted.

“I want to… I want to go on dates with you, I want to cuddle with you, I want to talk about everything and nothing and just—“ You look up at him through your eyelashes, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as you grip onto your nerves.

“I want you.”

Bucky doesn’t respond for a moment, prompting you to worry that you might’ve misread the situation, but instead of words he leans down— capturing your lips with a soft peck.

It’s quick, chaste— but it’s enough for your heart to soar.

You gaze back into his eyes, feeling your cheeks burn and the butterflies in your stomach having a party.

Bucky smiles, lips quirked so high upwards that his eyes crinkled. You think— no, you’re sure— that you’d never get enough of the sight.

“I want you too.”

“Buck, how in the hell did you not know that I was bi? I walked around with a whole ass pride flag on my back!”

“It isn’t my fault that we didn’t have those back in the day— and besides, I’ve never heard you talk about having a crush on another guy!”

“That’s because I had a crush on you, dumb-ass. Plus, what about you? You spend all your time ogling at Geralt, I’ve never even seen you stare at a woman!”

“That’s because the only woman that I have my eyes on is you, doll!”

thanks for reading! as always, requests are open! & pls don’t forget to like and reblog, thank you! c:

[fuyupeach]

In The Works // Ryuji Sakamoto x Reader - chapter 5

prologue / ch.1 / ch.2 / ch.3 / ch.4

follow/keeo track on ao3 ! i always post there first (which is why this is being posted after MANY months here despite already being on ao3 lmao)

Your first year at Shujin finally ends, the feeling of what must’ve been weights on your shoulders finally dissipating as your footsteps increase the distance from you and the campus.

“Whoa, slow down, ____! I’m just as eager to leave as you, but the ramen shop can wait a little bit.” Ryuji chuckles behind you. You turn slightly to look at him, a small guilty look forming on your face as he limps slightly.

“Sorry,” you say, stopping for a moment as Ryuji makes his way next to you, school bag hanging loosely on his shoulder, the messenger strap on yours gripped tightly between your hands as it flops in front of you from the sudden stop. “Seeing Kamo shit a on the way out ticked me off.”

“But, the last day of school isn’t supposed to be about him. It’s about… ” you shake off the last remnants of your annoyance, jumping and latching onto Ryuji’s arm--Ryuji letting out a small, “Oof.”--as you finish your sentence. “ Ramen! ”

It had become a promise between the two of you to eat ramen as a celebration at the end of the school year since he had come back your third year of middle school. Though you weren’t a big fan of ramen, you would still eat it with him. Maybe you could convince him to let you guys find a place with great ramen and sushi as a compromise between the two of you for the end of your second year.

“Ha, yeah, the douchebag had that ugly smirk on his face, as usual.” Ryuji continues walking with your arm looped through his, the two of you almost at the station. “ Bleh, just thinkin’ ‘bout him puts a bad taste in my mouth. But, you’re right, let’s go. RAAMENN! ” he shouts, pumping his free arm in the air, a laugh escaping you.

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Your summers had become much more eventful thanks to Ryuji, but it didn’t stop you from your homebody tendencies, you still needed a break from the fun, and the competitive atmosphere that couldn’t be beat when it came to the arcades during the summer. How all these people could be constantly worked up about Gun About beats you, but to each their own. You had finally managed to win one of the electronic prizes from the claw machine with Ryuji’s help, so you were content for a while.

The very same plum colored headphones you had won were on your head as you sit on your bed, back against the wall as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone for cat videos. Your actual cat, Luna, lays at your feet, unperturbed by the lamp that dimly lit your room and her black fur in turn, her ears already accustomed to the sound of Ryuji’s voice that floated into your room from the bathroom. Your mother had already knew Ryuji almost as long as you did, surprisingly agreeing on Ryuji sleeping over for the night, more than likely because of the few all nighters you would spend with him helping him study for finals. Your mother and brother were just like Ann and Shiho, taking opportunities to tease you about Ryuji, your mother winking as she agreed.

“--____! ____!” You hear Ryuji’s voice cut in from your headphones. You check your phone to see it’s past midnight.

“ Shh! ” You say, putting your headphones down on your bed and striding quickly to the bathroom. “Everyone’s already asleep--” You peek into the bathroom, cutting yourself off as you see Ryuji. You had known he was in the process of bleaching his hair--you were actually the one to encourage him to do it as he tentatively brought it up to you one day--, but actually seeing it in the process was something in itself. “Wow.” You bring yourself to say after staring for a few moments.

Ryuji dismisses you with a wave before looking away from the mirror and turning to you. “Their doors are closed anyway; I doubt I was that loud. Didn’t know how high you had your headphones up.” He smiles. “But anyways, do ya mind helping me get the rest of this bleach on the back of my head? I wanna make sure everything is covered. Extra gloves are in the box over there.” Ryuji nods over to the box he’s sitting to the right of on the bathtub counter.

You reach over and pluck the gloves from the box that read ‘Palty’, pulling an extra plastic seat from the corner of the bathroom and plopping behind Ryuji, gloves now on. Ryuji hands you the container with the bleach, quickly running you through what to do. You apply the bleach to his hair as he bounces his knees, tapping his fingers against them as he hums a tune. “Thanks.” Ryuji says, turning to you for a second while you put more bleach on the brush, sending a grin your way.

“No problem, Ryu.” You mumble, focused on applying the sections as well as you could.

“This is gonna turn out awesome!” Ryuji exclaims. You can tell by his voice alone the excitement he’s holding back so you can finish, fist pumping the air once you are.

“I definitely think it will.” You smile back at him as he pulls the plastic cap over his head. “Shouldn’t be too hard to manage since your hair is short.”

An hour passes as you help Ryuji wash and tone his hair, the both of you staring in awe, him through the mirror and you at him. His hair was still a little damp, but the change was one you thought suited Ryuji really well, a small flush tinting your cheeks.  

“For real?” Ryuji smiles as he inspects his hair. “This is so cool.”

“See?” You smirk, eyes closed in a smug expression. “Told you it’d turn out great. You’re welcome.” You open your eyes just in time to see Ryuji holding out his hand, giving him a high five before you two clean up settle down for the night.

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Timeskip 4/11

“What’s taking him so long…?” You tap your feet against the floor, the turtleneck underneath your uniform coat doing a somewhat good job at staving off the cold that came with this morning’s rain. You had remembered that with the early spring season often came rain, so you had snagged an umbrella before you left. If it rained, great, if it didn’t, well then you’d be carrying an umbrella around for the rest of the day. Lucky for you, it was. Knowing Ryuji however, he more than likely won’t have one when he arrives… But seriously, where was he? You take a quick glance around the outside of Aoyama-Itchome Station before shifting your umbrella in your hand, getting ready to take out your phone so you could text him.

You don’t get a full word in before you hear Ryuji’s voice calling out to you.

“___!” You turn to see him jogging towards you and ducking for cover--because just as you guessed, he had no umbrella. “Sorry, slept in a bit.”

“Hah,” You shake your head. “Should’ve known. Well, let’s go, sleepyhead, don’t wanna be late. Get under.” You motion for Ryuji to follow you, hand raising the umbrella just a bit higher. You were on the taller side, so there wasn’t that big of a gap between Ryuji and you.

“Who’re you calling the sleepyhead?” Ryuji pokes your rib as he walks alongside you. “I’m not the one who sleeps over 9 hours on weekends--”

Ryuji’s voice cuts off as he sees something in front of him catch his attention, running ahead and leaving you in confusion. You turn your head in the direction he ran off towards, connections clicking in your head as you see Ann get in the car you both knew well as Kamoshida’s. Oh boy. You sigh. You had asked Ann on multiple occasions about Kamoshida, and if there was anything you could do to help, but she had refused countless times, saying she could handle it on her own, making you promise not to tell Shiho. This didn’t stop you from making up and excuse whenever you would see her being harassed in the school hallways, your method of “girl related things” or “family emergencies” more effective than Ryuji’s that tended to be on the aggressive side. As angry as you are at Kamoshita, the both of you needed to stay on campus; if passive aggressive words were all you could fight with, then so be it.

You jog after Ryuji, careful not to slip in your sneakers against the tiled floor as the car drives off before he could reach it. He passes by another student that seems to be seeking shelter from the rain, his hair and glasses already covering half of his face.

“Dammit...screw that pervy teacher.” Ryuji mutters as he slows to a stop. You follow not too far behind, bringing the umbrella up over his head again, slightly winded. Man, you hated exercise…

“Pervy teacher..?” The student mumbles, gaining the attention of the two of you.

“...What do you want?” Ryuji snaps at the boy, a scowl forming on his face, his classic “vulgar” expression. “You plannin’ on rattin’ me out to Kamoshida?”

“Kamoshida?” The boy calmly asks, slightly confused, phone in his hand moving as he does so.

“Huh?” Ryuji blinks back, now confused. “In that car just now. That was Kamoshida.” Ryuji looks away in irritation. “He does whatever the hell he wants. Who does he think he is--the king of a castle? Don’t you agree?”

“Which castle?” the boy inquires, bringing a chuckle out of you.

“Uh, it’s just a sayin’...” Ryuji trails off as you can’t help but chuckle some more. He pauses for a few seconds before speaking again. “...Wait, you don’t know Kamoshida?” he scoffs, scrutinizing the boy. “Are you for real? You’re from Shujin, right?”

“I think so.” the boy nods.

Hm… “Are you a transfer student?” you ask, peering silently at the boy. He nods as you zone in on his uniform coat. More specifically the ‘2’ on his collar. “Oh, you’re a second year too.”

Ryuji chuckles darkly. “Then no wonder you don’t know him.” You check your phone before notioning your head in the direction of the school.

“As great as this introduction is,” you drawl out sarcastically. “We should get going, I don’t want to be late.”

Ryuji lets out a huff of laughter before turning back to the boy. “This rain ain’t too bad. We better hurry up or we’ll be late.”

You all take a step to move before a wave of pain flashes against you. “Ngh!” You cry out, almost dropping your umbrella. It seems the boy and Ryuji had felt it too, hands both on their heads. You feel light-headed as Ryuji speaks.

“Are you okay?” he asks as you nod slowly. You ask him the same. “Yeah, I’m fine, my head just hurts.. Dammit… I wanna go home.” Ryuji sighs as you keep walking, the boy following silently a few steps behind you.

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You make your way through the backstreet shortcut you and Ryuji knew well, the walkways casted in a purple hue that was different that what you usually saw. Maybe it had something to do with that sudden head pain earlier…? You hoped the light-headedness you had felt wasn’t involved with it. You follow by Ryuji, stopping firmly in your tracks as you both gape in disbelief at what was supposed to be the school that was currently in front of you.

A giant castle stands tall in front of you, the skies and clouds around in casted in the same murky purple you had saw on the walk over.

“Um…?” you mumble, confused.

“We didn’t… come the wrong way though…” Ryuji speaks, looking behind him, the boy joining him. “Yeah, this should be right.” you all see the school sign in front.

“What’s going on here? I guess we’ll just have to go and ask.” Ryuji walks ahead as the boy follows him, you still stuck in place.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this… At all.” You state, taking tentative steps behind them as you follow, closing your umbrella.

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“Th-That’s weird… Where’s the school…?” Ryuji trails off.

“Did we make a wrong turn?” The boy pipes up.

“No,” You say firmly. “We didn’t. And there’s never been a castle in this town, this just doesn’t make sense.” You bring your arms around you. “Where are we?”

Ryuji pulls out his phone, his eyes widen. “Out of service..?” He puts it in his pocket. “The sign was for the school, right?” You nod. The boy vocalizes his agreement. “Right?! You saw it too!”

A sudden armored figure appears in front of you all, a creepy blue mask as it’s face, wielding a sword and a worn shield just as big as it. You take a step back.

“Geez, you scared me…” Ryuji mutters. “Who’re you? You a student?” Ryuji takes a few steps closer to the silent figure. “Ryuji…” you caution as he waves you off. “Man, your costume’s impressive… Is that armor real?”

The figure still doesn’t respond, moving up and down slightly as it stares down at all of you. Ryuji crosses his arms and leans on one leg. “C’mon, don’t just stand there. Say somethin’.”

“Ryuji.” you say more firmly, taking his arm as another one approaches you. “I think we should go.”

“...H-Hey, what;s goin’ on?” Ryuji questions.

“Is he school staff?” The boy asks. You turn to him with an exasperated sigh. “If they were, they would’ve said something already, don’t you think?”

“...This shit’s real.” Ryuji frowns. “We better run. Go!”

“Got it.” The boy nods.

You all break for the exit to no avail, more knights surrounding you.

“Ugh, what’s with these guys!?” Ryuji exclaims before he’s hit in the back by one of the knights. “Oww… Y-You’re gonna break my bones, dammit! The hell you think you’re--Aagh!”

“Ryuji!” you try to make your way to him before another knight does the same to you, the breath knocked out of you as you fall forward.

“Take them away!” you hear one of the knights say as your surroundings go black.

[dolphin-enthusiast]

Can I trouble u with la squadra or bucci gang (idc which) with a really flirtatious fem crush? Like she uses her charm on enemies and to distract people (even her team mates lmao) sorry if i broke rules and thank u in advance !!

I'm gonna go w the bad bois for this one because y e s

Risotto:

- Ok but this man loves it. He loves their entire personality and how easily they can distract others by using only their natural charm.

- He can be lowkey flirty too when he feels like it, so these two would be like a match made in heaven. Although he usually goes for the shy type because he loves flustering others, his s/o's bold nature and how they aren't afraid to retort with a flirtatious comment never fails to intrigue him.

- Honestly??? When they would go around distracting others ESPECIALLY the other teammates he may or may not get jealous. He is usually a controlled person but their behavior might just make him snap from time to time. Not that s/o minds it anyway, in fact they love it.

Melone:

- He LOVES it. Like no joke he's fucking infatuated with them. Someone like his s/o is all that he ever wanted honestly, he likes people that aren't afraid to test him and sass him/flirt back.

- Put him in his place and he's going to be the happiest man alive. Like his bitchass would act bratty just for them to flirt back twice as worse and he'd be thriving. His teasing would only increase as he'd test their limits.

- But surprise surprise he also tends to get jealous sometimes. He'd be clenching his jaw as he'd watch his s/o flirt with others, but would quickly calm down and melt once they approach him and tell him that he's their one and only.

Formaggio:

- A match made in heaven 2.0 What happens when you put 2 chaotic flirty bold people together?? Pure chaos.

- These 2 would be flirting/teasing eachother constantly to the point where the other members would just roll their eyes and cringe (insert Ghiaccio having fits of anger here). Of course that they wouldn't give two shits and continue as always.

- He doesn't really get jealous when they use their charms on others. In fact, he'd be cheering them on as he'd watch them flirt with enemies and distract them then proceeding to absolutely destroy them.

Ghiaccio:

- Oh now you got him. Literal fucking tsundere. He would be blushing madly all while telling them to knock it off. The others would just stiffle their laughs (Melone and Formaggio not so much).

- He'd always fuck up whenever his s/o would come to tease him. Say he's carrying something, he's going to drop it on his feet once his s/o comes in then have a full on mental breakdown.

- S/o would just chuckle and call him cute each time he'd huff and puff and that would only make him blush even harder and grumble in annoyance. And yeah he would lowkey get jealous of them flirting with others (which would only earn him EVEN MORE teasing).

Illuso:

- Master at keeping his cool around them. Little to no teasing phases him and he'd often retort with his own flirtatious comments. But he loves their personality though.

- And when they do manage to make him blush it would be priceless. He wouldn't entirely lose his composure but he would sure as hell blush a little and chuckle nervously. He'd only look away and blush more after s/o calls him adorable.

- Thinks their charms are very useful especially when it comes to undercover missions. He'd proudly watch over them as they would charm the enemy and lure them into their trap.

Prosciutto:

- This man highkey loves it. If you thought Formaggio was the master of flirting you were wrong. These two would be the ultimate flirty couple that would tease eachother 25/8. The only difference is that his flirting is more subtle, but still effective.

- The way in which they always uno reverse card him with flirty remarks sometimes leaves even him shook. He loves their charming and flirty nature and would always let them know that.

- Honestly??? These two would be the best undercover agents together. They are both charming flirty individuals that could easily lure people in then assasinate them without anyone ever knowing. These 2 together are the ultimate killer couple.

Pesci:

- Ghiaccio being easily flustered??? Yeah multiply that like 9837473 times and you have Pesci. Rip to him because he's goes red in the cheeks from literally anything.

- S/o could even just compliment him with a wink and he'd already be stumbling over his words while trying to come up with a proper answer. Their chuckle when seeing his reaction would only make him cover his face more.

- He'd be lowkey shook once he'd see them going around and charming enemies. He only wishes that he could be as awesome as them really, boi would ask them to teach him their ways and they would just laugh and kiss his cheek because he can be too innocent sometimes.

[wonderfulpromise]

Love is a Tear

Part 6

Custodian!Taehyung x Heir!Reader

Kim Taehyung is a custodian working for your dad’s company, trying to make ends meet. Ever since he cut his parents off he’s been having a rough time. That is until he met you, the spoiled daddy’s girl who’s due to become CEO of that very company. Do opposites really attract?

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A/N: I rlly hate tumblr rn,, I’m sorry if it’s short especially with how long it took me to get it up,, I was so frustrated at first that I couldn’t even think about writing it,, and then the second time i started it and it didn’t really flow as well,, so third times a charm ig and I’m nOT rewriting this a g a i n so pls be nice I beg of you🥺🥺

(I say this about literally everything I do but I’m like 99.9% sure this sucks and it’s too choppy and doesn’t really flow well but after I wrote it the first time I realized that it would be harder to fit some of this into fake texts lmao so pls endure this one part thank you🤧💞)

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“How much chicken do I have to eat to get out of this?”

“Mr. Jung would be rich if I took you up on that deal!” Jin scoffed as he put on his turn signals before reaching an intersection.

“You would like that.” Your eyes were fixed on the windshield, not really paying attention to anything other than the conversation and the thoughts in your head. “Why do you hang around him so much anyway?”

Jin’s eyes never left the road as he processed the question. “He’s nice and he’s having a hard time right now.” You could tell Jin was hesitant to continue.

“I mean, you know his restaurant isn’t the most popular. That kinda makes it hard for him to afford living expenses, especially with his roommate.” He explained to you.

“Sounds like that’s his fault for going into that career path.” Jin glanced at you obviously disappointed.

“It was his late father’s business, y/n. He grew up there and wanted to take it over.” His voice had a hint of annoyance in it, though he knew you didn’t care. “Y/n, you can’t always treat everyone who’s not as financially well off as you like they’re scum.”

“How could I not? They’re all like her.” You raise your voice a bit, starting to get annoyed yourself.

“Mom was not a bad person, y/n. And even if she was, that doesn’t give you the right to treat people like that.” Deciding to ignore him the rest of the ride, you turn towards your window.

Your mother had been financially unstable her entire life. That was until she married your father. They met at the coffee shop she worked at and she spilt the coffee he ordered all over him. You never knew why but they eventually fell in love and got married.

However, after you were born your parents grew unhappy together. This lead to their divorce and despite your father’s offers your mother denied any financial support from him. She had always claimed that she was independent enough to make her own money and she did. Whenever she was tight she just picked up more hours. Which is why you were always at your dad’s, what was the point in visiting her if she was never there?

There were times when she could raise enough to get you and your brother gifts but she always fell ill afterward. It was hard for you to enjoy those gifts from the hospital. But even when she was sick she’d buy you cookies and orange juice and despite being angry with her for never thinking about herself, you’d still eat the cookies and drink the juice. You would never admit it but it always made you feel better.

The last time you saw your mom was on your 16th birthday. That was the day she passed away after overworking herself. That’s when you swore you would never end up like her. That’s when you lost all sympathy for anyone in a similar position. Ever since that day you had always resented her for putting herself through so much when she could’ve asked your father for help. If she would’ve put her pride aside you’d still have a mom. But now all you have are tainted memories.

“Okay, get out.” You snapped out of your gaze and looked towards your brother with one last pleading look.

“Hurry! I’m gonna be late for my chicken appointment!” He reached for your door and opened it. Before you knew it you were being pushed out of your brother’s car.

Quickly you stand back up ready to fight his ass as he shuts the car door and revs the engine. “Keep eating all that chicken and you’ll never be a model!” You shout as he begins driving away.

You shuffle your feet around on the pavement before deciding that standing in the hot sun was no good for your flawless skin. You began walking towards the large building trying to think of ways to convince Jin to change his mind.

When you walk through the entrance your instantly hit by cool air and you shut your eyes to take it in. Still continuing to walk, you stray further than you thought into the company’s lobby. You don’t realize until a strong force suddenly knocks you over.

You open your eyes as you feel a sticky, lukewarm liquid soaking into your blouse. You look up from the cold floor, wet from spilt coffee, and see a man with wide eyes, who looks like he just accidentally broke an expensive vase.

He tries to help you up but you smack his hand away and stand up on your own. Trying to contain your anger you begin to observe him. You can’t help the disgust that takes over your face when you notice his uniform.

“What’s your name?” You clenched your jaw as if it were keeping all the awful things you were thinking inside.

“K-Kim T-Taehyung.” He stuttered fumbling with his hands. Obviously nervous from both your glare and the stares of everyone in the lobby who’ve frozen in their spots watching the scene unfold.

“Well, Kim Taehyung.” Pausing to calm your rage. “Do you know how much this blouse costs?”

“N-no, is it expensive?” He asked, wincing ever so slightly.

“It’s roughly 5,000 dollars.” His mouth falls almost instantly.

“You have two options. You can either pay me back or you can quit.” You smirk, knowing everyone had heard you. This wasn’t the first time that something like this had happened. So everyone knew, including you, what he was going to choose. After all it would be easier to just quit than to raise 5,000 dollars.

“I’ll work hard to pay it off, I promise.” Your eyes widened in shock. He bowed several times with apologies and promises spilling from his mouth.

You quickly snap out of it and point your glare towards him again. “Fine, you have three months to pay me back. Now clean this up and get back to work.”

Somehow his eyes get wider and his mouth falls agape once again at the deadline. He comes to his senses after a few moments and bows once more.

You turned and left him to clean up the mess he had made. You felt your anger bubbling inside you more than it had been before. Muttering to yourself as you walk away, “Kim Taehyung, you have no idea what you’ve signed yourself up for.”

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