#why did i decide to sign it in neon pink

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I saw this screenshot and was immediately possessed.

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and if I'm gonna be drunk, I might as well be drunk in love

You squint your eyes at the pink neon sign flickering against the fake moss tapestry to the left of the bar. A young couple poses in front of it, smiling at their mutual friend who holds the phone to take a picture. Beautiful, radiant, charming. All while you sit on the barstool, hunched over the half-empty cocktail that you swirl in your grip, relishing the condensation on the rim of the glass. With your straw, you stab at the maraschino cherry floating around in there, popping it into your mouth. The sweetness cuts through the bitter liquor, or loneliness, lingering on your tongue and you think that maybe tonight isn’t so bad, despite your sulking.

It's another happy hour, courtesy of your boss. Everyone on your team is here, who you genuinely get along with, no problem. But there’s one person missing, the one person you want to see the most. Nanami is the only one to decline tonight’s invitation to the new trendy bar downtown. During your lunch together, you don’t ask why. You don’t want him to suspect that you’re devastated by his decision, which you are. So, you talk about how much you’re craving cake instead, changing the topic all together, hoping he doesn’t catch the hint of sadness in your tone.

Ever since he walked you home in the rain the other week, protected under his umbrella, there’s been this obvious vibe between you. Still, it could all be wishful thinking on your end. You never did get around to confessing your true feelings for him; you’d rather enjoy what you have as it is. Why ruin something good? There’s the hope that maybe things could be even better if you take this leap of faith. But it’s always terrifying taking the plunge, isn’t it? Especially when you don’t know if you’ll sink or swim.

It was by the fourth cocktail that you decided to leave your group gathered around the back table. That’s why you’re here now, sulking between strangers at the bar, chewing on your tiny straw until it’s gnarled on one end. Your friends on the team know the real reason, trying to dismiss all the jokes from your more annoying coworkers about how you must be missing your “work husband”. Even they’re shipping the two of you together. If only you knew what Nanami truly thinks about all this. About you.

To your complete shock, it doesn’t take you long to find out. Still in his work attire, Nanami walks through the front door, hair swept beautifully as always. As soon as his eyes find yours, he smiles, making his way to you. It’s only when he approaches you that you notice a small box in his hands. “Good. You’re still here,” he says, smile growing wider.

You blink at him several times, as if you’re not seeing him clearly.

“Can you come with me? I have something for you.” His voice is trembling slightly, excited.

You nod, still rendered speechless, wobbly as you follow him outside. When you’re alone in front of the establishment, the voices of those inside muffled and distant, you stare down at your shoes, anticipating what’s about to happen. He holds the box out to you, opening the cover slowly, revealing a personalized cake decorated beautifully with your name written in neat frosting on the top.

You meet his gaze, putting your hand to your mouth, hiding a gasp. “Nanami.”

“I made this for you. Because of what we talked about today.” He swallows hard, taking a step towards to you. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now. I…” He trails off, nervous, scared, uncertain. Just like you.

This time, you follow through with what you’ve been wanting to do since that rainy night not too long ago. You close the distance, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Sparks fly and whatever buzz you have from the alcohol is replaced with this electricity. “Me too.”

Author's Note: A continuation of this. Yet another coworker!Nanami drabble inspired by a song that’s making me feel all sappy and soft. 🩶 Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

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Don't You Want Me, Baby | Rooster x Reader

Summary: It was like a fairytale, the way you stole Bradley's heart with your gorgeous face, retro denim jacket, and karaoke skills. But when you disappear into the night, leaving only one small trinket behind, he's left wondering if he didn't just dream you up. 

Warnings: Fluff, swearing and karaoke

Length: 3200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley's favorite thing about '80s throwback nights at the Hard Deck was seeing how his friends dressed for it. Nat usually went with neon spandex. Bob had a vintage Nintendo tee shirt. Jake found a windbreaker and matching pants at a thrift store. Even Penny got in on things by wearing a hideous blazer with enormous shoulder pads. 

But Bradley just wore what he always did: one of his dad's tropical print shirts from circa 1983, his snug Levi's, and his slick mustache. 

When he arrived at the Hard Deck, he realized that his least favorite part of this kind of night was the fact that he was always the odd man out now. He'd been single for such a long time, and it didn't usually bother him. But the way Javy had his arm around Nat, and the way Bob's girlfriend was making him blush... well, Bradley was starting to feel like he was missing out. 

Nat handed him a beer as soon as he strolled up to the bar. "I can't decide if it's funny or sad that you don't even have to try," she told him, eyeing him up and down. 

"Says the woman wearing a neon pink jumpsuit? What even is that thing?" he asked, gesturing to her outfit. Frankly, it was scary, but Javy seemed to like it as he kissed Nat and whispered in her ear before he walked away, turning to look at her several times. 

She rolled her eyes and told him, "It's '80s workout attire! I'm going to sing the song Physical for karaoke, and I thought it would be fun to match the theme. You, on the other hand, wore the same thing the other day when we went out for pizza. You live in the '80s my friend."

"Whatever," Bradley grunted, sipping his beer. 

"Rooster, did you sign up for a song yet?" Fanboy asked him, jerking his thumb to the karaoke setup in the corner. 

Just as he was about to reply, Nat smirked at him. "How about I pick a song for you?"

Bradley just shrugged. "Sure." He liked singing. He was pretty good at it. And with tonight's theme, he'd know all the lyrics even without the video prompt. But he didn't like the smug look on his friend's face as she strolled away in her hideous pink outfit.  

He sipped his beer. There were a lot of people here tonight that he'd never seen before. It was usually the same Naval officer crowd every weekend, so this was interesting. And there were a lot of cute girls with their hair all teased and hair sprayed wearing things that made Bradley smile. 

Then his eyes caught on a denim jacket and a mini skirt on the cutest girl he had seen in a very long time. "Oh," Bradley gasped, finishing the last of his beer and setting the empty bottle down on the counter. You turned to laugh at your friend who was behind you, but your eyes caught on Bradley's, and he started stumbling through the crowd in your direction.

Then the DJ in charge of karaoke night called up the first singer, and the crowd closed in on the stage. "Shit," Bradley muttered. He lost sight of you amongst the too bright neon strobe lights. The song Sunglasses at Night started blaring, and Bradley couldn't find his friends either. The more he tried to shove through the crowd, the more dirty looks he got. 

Two more singers performed terrible renditions of songs that Bradley used to like until he heard them here. He figured you must have left, because he couldn't see you anywhere. With a sigh, he leaned against the back wall. And then Nat was there, pressing another beer into his hand. 

"Why do you look so pissy?" she asked over the music. 

He just shrugged and rolled his eyes at himself. "It's so dumb. But I saw the cutest girl, and then she vanished...."

There you were, not far from the DJ booth. You were dancing along to someone butchering Billie Jean. Bradley could barely see you through the crowd as he smacked Nat's arm. "It's her. Denim jacket. Little skirt. Fucking gorgeous face."

"Go talk to her," Nat told him with a grin that made him a bit nervous. 

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" he asked, looking for the best way to get over to you. The way you were dancing and laughing had Bradley smiling as he squeezed past Bob. 

When you spun in a slow circle with your friends, you froze, eyes meeting Bradley's again. This time you bit your lip and waved to him. 

Bradley laughed and mouthed, "I'm coming." He watched as you pressed your lips together and ducked your face down.

"Hurry up!" you called when the song ended. 

Bradley was about to start throwing elbows to get as close to you as possible. Then he heard his name.

"Rooster is up next! Where's Rooster?" called the DJ. 

Bradley let his head tip back as he groaned. He waved to the DJ and then winked at you. "Sorry," he mouthed as he smiled at you. 

You smiled and shrugged and that's when the DJ announced, "Rooster is singing that iconic song from Dirty Dancing, I've Had The Time of My Life."

He turned to glare at Nat where she stood against the back wall. "You picked a duet, you jerk! I can't sing that alone!"

But his attention snapped away from Nat when he felt your hand on his arm. You had managed to close the distance to him, and Bradley met your eyes as you let your fingers glide down his arm until they met his hand. 

"I'll sing with you, Rooster."

Bradley laced his fingers with yours, and you led him up to the stage as the bar was filled with applause. Bradley took the microphone from the DJ. You and he were going to have to share it, and he didn't mind that one bit. 

"Ready?" Bradley asked you, keeping his flingers linked with yours. 

"Let's do it." 

Bradley nodded, signaling they were ready to sing, and when the music started, you smiled up at him. He missed the first few words as his heart pounded, scrambling to pick up the lyrics as you giggled. 

Now I've had the time of my life. No, I've never felt like this before. Yes, I swear it's the truth, and I owe it all to you.

Then when it was your turn, Bradley was hypnotized by your voice. He could come up with about a hundred more duets he was dying to sing with you. Either here at the bar, or maybe back at his place. Maybe you'd let him have your number. 

He missed his next line again, completely distracted by you biting your lip and holding the microphone for him. "Shit," he said with a laugh, finally getting back on track again. But you seemed to know you were the reason he was distracted, and he could tell he was blushing. 

And when it was time to sing together, your voice blended perfectly with his. 

So we take each other's hand, 'cause we seem to understand the urgency.

And then you started to dance with him a little bit, just a sway of your hips, but Bradley moved along with you. It was perfect, the way you shared the microphone with him. The way your smile made the song even better. The way you laughed at the end when Bradley's face was close to yours and the room erupted in loud applause. 

"Thanks for bailing me out," he told you as he handed over the microphone. 

"You're welcome, Rooster," you told him with a smile that made him want to taste your lips. Then you were slipping your hand free from his as your friends called you over. You glanced at him over your shoulder, and Bradley turned back to the DJ while another singer took the stage. 

"I need you to let me sing again," Bradley told him. 

"One song per person, sorry."

Bradley rolled his eyes and pulled fifty bucks out of his wallet. "One more song? Right after this one?" 

And then, just like that, Bradley was signed up. When he turned your way, you were already looking at him, challenging him to make a move. 

"Excuse me," he said, encroaching on your friend group and holding out his hand for you to take. "But, my friend accidentally signed me up for another duet. Think you can help me out again?"

You slipped your hand into his and smirked. "Really? It looked like you signed yourself up this time."

He shook his head and pulled you closer to him. "Nah. Just a trick of the lighting, I think. It was definitely my friend."

Your laughter had him reaching his free hand gently around your waist, tucking it inside your denim jacket.

"That's a cute mustache," you told him, reaching up to touch his lip. "Did you grow it just for tonight?"

Bradley shook his head. "It's a permanent fixture."

"Oh, even better."

Bradley was thinking about it. He was going to do it. He was inching closer, ready to kiss you, when the DJ called his name again. "Rooster, you're up for an encore!"

The room erupted in more cheers as Bradley led you up to the stage, hand still at your waist. 

"Which song is it?" you asked over the applause, your lips next to his ear.

His smile grew as he promised, "You'll know it."

Then Don't You Want Me started playing, and you laughed as Bradley danced around on the stage, singing just to you until the chorus when you joined him. Your perfect, smiling lips were so close to his as you both sang "Don't you want me, baby! Don't you want me, ohhh!" together. 

And then he let you have the microphone for your part, and your voice sounded even better than the original song. He let his voice blend with yours again and again, but then too soon, the song was ending. He briefly wondered if he could get away with bribing the DJ for just one more song with you. 

He had the microphone in his hand, about to check if he had more cash in his wallet, when you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips. Right in the middle of the stage. Right in the middle of the applause and the neon lights and the DJ introducing Nat as the next singer.

Your lips tasted as sweet as you looked, and Bradley almost dropped the microphone trying to get his arms around you as well. You kissed his lips softly and then laughed before you let your lips skim over his mustache. 

"I had fun, Rooster," you whispered over all the commotion as you stepped off the stage with Bradley in tow. When Nat snatched the microphone out of his hand with a wink, you took his hand in both of yours. 

"Think they'll let us sing another song together?" he asked, watching the smile on your lips as you took your denim hair scrunchie off your own wrist and pushed it over his hand. He looked down at his left wrist, now adorned with it. "What's this for?" he asked with what he was sure was a dopey grin.

"Keep it, Rooster," you said, but suddenly your friends were there, slowly pulling you away from him. 

"Where are you going?" he asked, his heart lurching as he ran his fingers over your scrunchie and tried to follow you. But the crowd was closing in on him, everyone going wild for Nat singing Physical. "I don't even know your name!"

You called out to him as you blew a kiss, but he couldn't hear you. He shoved Javy out of the way, trying to get to you again. As the crowd thinned near the exit, Bradley ran outside after you. But you were gone. There was no sign of you or your friends. All that was left was your scrunchie, the songs stuck in his head, and the feel of your lips on his. 

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"I imagined her," Bradley said for the sixth time at work on Monday. "She was perfect, but she wasn't even real." He was stretched out on the couch in the aviators' lounge with your scrunchie in his hand and a pout on his face.

"She was real, Rooster," Nat told him with an eye roll. "We all saw her. We all saw her kiss you before she left. Maybe it was your choice of song? Maybe she didn't want you, baby?" she asked with a devilish smirk. 

Bradley launched the scrunchie at his friend's face, making her squeal. But then he was up off the couch immediately, running to collect his precious souvenir from the ground before anything happened to it. He balled it up in his hand and tucked it into the pocket of his flight suit. 

"It would be impossible to find her again. I don't even know her name," he mumbled, kicking his foot along the floor as he sighed. "She was just..." He was thinking about your voice as you sang and your pretty face and your vintage denim jacket. "Perfect."

Nat took a step closer and patted him on the chest. "There has to be some way... Oh!"

"What?" Bradley asked, meeting her bright eyes with his hopeful ones. 

"There would have to be other '80s karaoke nights around San Diego," she said quickly, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Bradley's heart filled with hope as she said, "We could go to them, and maybe she'll be there."

"Nat. You're a genius."

When Friday night rolled around, Bradley picked Nat up in her hot pink spandex, and they drove to a bar in Oceanside where a throwback night was in full swing. 

"See her anywhere?" Nat called over the loud music. 

Just then someone started singing Don't You Want Me. Bradley's heart leapt. But it was a guy with a terrible voice and a girl who wasn't you. 

"No," Bradley groaned, his heart full of frustration. "She's not here," he confirmed after walking through the entire bar. 

And the following night, Bradley and Nat went to a bar in Balboa Park, ready to search for you again. They walked into a room full of people dancing around and singing to a Bon Jovi cover band. 

After looking everywhere, taking his time to search the crowd, a dejected Bradley shook his head at Nat, and she followed him back outside to the Bronco. 

The following Friday was no better as they hit up a club downtown. After they had no luck there, Nat told him about another karaoke night in Pacific Beach. 

"This is it, Nat. This is the last one," Bradley told her, glancing at your scrunchie on the shifter as he drove. "If she's not here, then I need to stop looking."

"But, she could be-"

"Nat, come on. I've been like this for two weeks. I can't stop thinking about her, which is absolutely ridiculous. We sang two songs together, and then she bailed. I'm starting to think that even if I do find her, she's not going to remember who I am!"

She sighed in the passenger seat, and said, "I really hope she's here, just so I can see you proven wrong."

So Bradley searched the bar for you while he listened to so many bad singers in a row. He felt desperate now, knowing there wouldn't be another chance after this. And every time a denim jacket and a cute face caught his eye, he did a double take. But you weren't here either. The search was off now. 

"Let's go," he told Nat, swallowing hard as he headed outside. And then he tossed your scrunchie into the center console, started up the engine and left.

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"Come on," whined Nat, pulling on Bradley's arm. "I'll be fun!" Bradley was trying to head home after working late on Friday, but she wasn't going to let him.

"I don't feel like going to the Hard Deck tonight." He just wanted to go home, relax and pretend like he didn't still have your scrunchie in his pocket half the time. 

But she stomped her foot. "No. You've been pouting. Javy, Bob and Jake are already there. We're going."

Bradley groaned and agreed to follow her to the bar to have exactly one drink. But when he walked in and realized that it was set up for karaoke, he turned to try to sneak back out.

"There he is!" Nat called, rushing forward to grab his hand before he had a chance to leave. "You promised. One drink."

"Fine," he grunted, sitting at the bar with his back to everyone else who was rushing up to pick a song to sing. And when Penny handed him a beer, he drank half of it in one sip, trying to finish it as quickly as he could. 

When he was done, he reached into his pocket to get his wallet, pulling out your scrunchie at the same time. He shook his head, ready to toss it into the trash can behind the bar. But then he heard the opening chords of I've Had The Time Of My Life start playing. He'd been listening to the song nonstop for weeks, and when he spun to face the stage, he saw you. In your denim jacket. 

"Rooster!" You had the microphone held up to your lips, and you were calling out to him. 

"It's you!" he called back, trying to make his way through the crowd to get closer as his heart pounded.

"It's me," you told him with a bright smile. "Looks like I accidentally picked a duet as soon as I saw you. I need a partner. Are you available?"

He pushed his way through the crowd and jumped up onto the stage. "Yeah, I'm available." Then your hand was grabbing the front of his shirt, and his lips met yours. The crowd was screaming and cheering as you smiled against his mouth. 

"I thought I dreamed you up," he told you, resting his forehead against yours. "Like a fairytale Princess in a denim jacket. Please don't leave this time."

"I won't," you promised, kissing him hard before turning to the DJ and giving him a thumbs up. When the song restarted, Bradley took the microphone and sang to you. 

Now I've had the time of my life. No, I've never felt like this before. 

Yes, I swear it's the truth, and I owe it all to you.

And then he opened up his hand, showing you that he still had your scrunchie. You gently took it as you smiled up at him in surprise, and then you slid it onto his wrist before taking his hand. But after that song, Bradley didn't even bother trying to bribe the DJ for more, because he had you in his arms, your name on his lips, and your phone number saved for later. 

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Every Night's Like an Open Frame

A lil sequel to “Waiting on Mr. Right” ;)

Series also on AO3!

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Aerial shot of a parking lot with one car and a single story building with a temporary sign strapped onto it that says ‘open all night’. A permanent sign on a pole out front says 'Arden Heights Dark Bowl' in purple LEDs, several letters burnt out. A speech bubble pops out of the building that says, 'Guillermo!' 1b. Inside, a medium shot of Nandor and Guillermo facing each other in profile, bowling lanes with LED striping in the background. A monitor is hung above them listing their scores up to the sixth frame, showing Nandor at 46 and Guillermo at 52 with two additional strikes in the last two frames. A little cartoon bowling pin appears on screen, saying 'strike!' The entire room is lit with neon green, purple, and red lights. Nandor sweeps his arm toward the scoreboard angrily and shouts, 'Why did you not tell me you were such a skilled bowler?!' Guillermo tosses his arms out and snaps back, 'Because that’s the first question you’ve asked me all night! You’ve only been talking about yourself!' 1c. Shot of Guillermo over Nandor’s shoulder, showing only one other occupied lane a ways behind him. Nandor throws his arms up, fingers curling in a strangling motion, and replies, 'You said asking questions was a first date activity! This is our second!' Guillermo slumps with a tired frown, pointing out, 'Only technically! The getting-to-know-eachother part is continuous, Nandor. You’re not getting to know me at all.' 1d. Reverse shot of Nandor, who crosses his arms and huffily asks, 'Oh, so you are not interested in hearing about my large penis and great vampiric powers?' 1e. Reverse shot of Guillermo, who purses his lips together and glares back, cheeks flushed. 1f. Repeat. Guillermo mumbles through gritted teeth, '…Not the point.' 1g. Medium shot of them both in profile. Nandor leans forward with a triumphant smile, poking his finger at Guillermo’s face, and crows, 'Aha! See? I am providing the necessary information to ensure you will agree to future dates!' Guillermo leans back away from his pointing finger, pouting in embarrassment and glaring to the side. He mumbles back, 'Shouldn’t I get to do that, too?' 1h. Shot from behind Nandor as he whips around to face the viewer, back to Guillermo, a triumphant grin still wide on his face. He says, 'No need!' Guillermo peers suspiciously at him from the background. 1i. Close up of Nandor’s hand as he sinks his fingers into a red 16-pound bowling ball on the return rack, Guillermo visible behind him clutching his own arm and looking mildly confused. Nandor continues, 'I have already decided how I feel about you.' 1j. Close up of Nandor in profile on a bubbly pink background as he holds up the ball in front of his face to inspect it with a serious expression. He says, 'I cannot imagine anything you could say that would make me want you more.' Close up of Guillermo staring at him, eyes wide and sparkling, cheeks flushed, as Nandor continues, 'Or anything that would keep me away.' 1k. Wide shot, bust of Guillermo small in the center, blushing and looking frustrated with himself as he thinks, 'Why is this working for me?' The background is full of dancing red flags. Offscreen, Nandor continues, 'But very well.' 1l. Shot over Guillermo’s shoulder as Nandor turns to face him with a grin, one hand on his hip and the other holding up a peace sign with the bowling ball held up on his fingers. He says, “Whomever hits the most little white men-“ Guillermo interrupts, correcting, 'Pins.' Nandor continues, '-on the next turn will have to answer a personal question.' 1m. Full body shot from the lane as Nandor turns toward it and dips to roll the ball with a confident smile and decent form. His bowling shoes do not match his outfit. Guillermo stands behind him in equally ugly shoes, watching.

2a. Close up of the bowling pins as Nandor's ball flies down the lane, knocking down some but not all. 2b. Close up at the scoreboard showing Nandor's score of 4 in frame 7. There are more bowling sounds from offscreen. 2c. Repeat, Nandor's score updates to show a spare as he knocks down the rest of the pins. A cartoon pin appears on screen with a wink and a thumbs up, announcing, 'Spare!' Offscreen, Nandor crows 'Ha!' 2c. Close up of Nandor looking very smug as he turns toward Guillermo and sweeps his arm toward the ball return behind him. He says, 'You're up, Guillermo.' 2d. Medium shot of Guillermo as he takes a green ball and readies it in his hands, squinting back at Nandor who stands behind him. Nandor is still holding his arm out and smiling, though the smugness has faded some in favor of affection as a little pink heart floats around his head. 2e. Close up on Guillermo in profile as he turns himself toward the bowling lane, bringing the ball up to balance in front of his face. His furrowed brow and the neon lightning strike in the background enhance his intense focus. 2f. Full body from below as Guillermo steps forward and takes his shot, form perfect and eyes forward. 2g. Shot of the lane from above as Guillermo's ball immediately veers sharply right and sinks into the gutter. 2h. Further shot of the ball rolling in the gutter down towards the pins. 2i. Close up of the ball falling off the end of the lane with a plunk, leaving all pins untouched. 2j. Close up of Guillermo looking calm and unsurprised, brows raised unconcernedly as the animated pin presses it's gloves hands to its face in shock and shouts 'Uh-oh! Gutterball!' Behind him, Nandor is a picture of shock, arms flying out beside him, eyes bugging, mouth dropped open. He shrieks, 'Wha- Guillermo!'

3a. Medium shot of Guillermo as he turns his back on the bowling lane to face Nandor, one hand on his hip and one eyebrow raised. Offscreen, Nandor stutters, 'That's not- You weren't supposed to-' Slightly pink in the face despite his confident veneer, Guillermo interrupts and asks, 'Now you have to answer a personal question, right?' 3b. Reverse shot of Nandor on a purplish pink background filled with question marks. Nandor frowns and tilts his head, baffled, but replies 'I- I suppose, but-' Guillermo interrupts from offscreen again and says 'Great.' 3c. Wide shot of them both in profile, the bowling alley stretching out behind them. Guillermo steps closer, still holding his confident and unbothered expression, and asks 'Do you wanna go make out in the parking lot?' Nandor's eyes bug out in shock, cheeks flushing purple. 3d. Repeat. Nandor rushes forward to take both of Guillermo's hands in his own and hold them up between them, leaning close and staring with a sweaty and flustered intensity. He replies, 'I was wrong. I am wanting you even more now. Tell me everything about you while we are doing the making out.' Guillermo's face breaks into a silly grin, amused but not uncharmed by this response. 3e. Exterior shot of the bowling alley from above, Guillermo now leaning against the building with Nandor pressed against him as they make out. Guillermo's right arm is around Nandor's waist and his left hand is pressed to the wall above by Nandor's. Dialogue drifts down the screen as they canoodle. Guillermo: 'Mmm, but I never went to art school or anything, it's just a hobby.' Nandor: 'I would love to see your work... Would you draw me, too?' Guillermo: 'Maybe...if you'd pose for me.' Nandor: 'However you want, Guillermo... Oh! You can roll your tongue? So can I!' Guillermo: 'Hahaha!' Nandor: 'You are full of surprises...' Guillermo: 'You have no idea...' The neon sign above them takes up most of the panel; more letters are now burnt out to spell 'The End.' /end ID

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T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Part 4 of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

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Love.

Love, by definition, is an intense feeling of deep affection.

Or

A strong affection for another out of kinship of personal ties.

Or

Attraction based on sexual desire.

It could be anything or everything you hope for.

Or

The feeling can haunt you.

Love or Lust? Is a question that the majority ask.

All of us ask.

Love is when you try to place them or it out of your mind. But you can’t. You can’t think of anyone or anything else. Just them.

If he danced, she danced. And if he didn’t

She still did.

I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime. Or at least something you can call your paradise. Give it a chance Morales.

That’s the same advice Harmony would give him any time he felt stressed.

Say yes to me, I’ve got my eye on you.

Harmony never said those words out loud. She refused, she valued their friendship too much.

She was willing to stay if he left, just so he would have someone to come back to if he decided to return.

He stayed in her mind.

Just like Gwen stayed in his.

Just like Harmony stayed in Miles’.

Not her Miles. The other Miles.

The Miles that knew who she was. The Miles that would burn the world down just to make her happy. The Miles that would sacrifice anyone and everyone to keep her safe. The Miles that loves her.

He’d give anything to spend a few hours with her again.

Hours.

It’s been hours since she heard from Miles.

Don’t let him forget about me.

She didn’t want to relive this feeling of being alone. Harmony didn’t want to keep crying in the silk cloth of her pillow. She didn’t care how long it took.

All though she should've.

As long as she was with Miles, a smile adorned her face. He was her own personal sun. Always bubbly, but left her cold and alone at night. Just to pop back up again the next day and do it all over again.

Harmony hated to admit it, but she was scared.

It felt like he didn’t care.

Why am I still here?

She didn’t mean to be complacent with the decision he made.

But why?

Why her?

Did he think of her every night before he went to sleep or did he think of Harmony for hours on end?

Hours.

It’s been hours since she heard from Miles.

A knock sounded from her window.

Maybe he didn’t forget about me.

Harmony thought while throwing back the comforter.

Not Miles.

Miles’ suit wasn’t white.

Nor did it have a hood.

Or pink.

It was Gwen.

Harmony raised a brow and opened her window, the outside air was cooler than it was inside her room. It was almost 10 at night and the city was lively.

You could hear the laughter from where they were. You could see the fluorescent lighting from the neon signs that were still lit and wouldn’t be turned off until the sun came up the next day.

It was calming.

Calming would’ve been the word to describe the music that was playing on the record player a few feet away.

It would’ve been calming if the coolness against his face wasn’t coming from a metal gauntlet that covered the hand of the other version of himself.

It would’ve been calming if he wasn’t tied on a stiff punching bag. His back was aching.

Everything was aching, like it had been for hours.

Hours.

He’s been here for hours.

If he wasn’t glitching then he was begging for his escape.

Or he was taking blows.

His face was covered in dirt and more bruises.

He was exhausted.

Miles from Earth 42 didn’t bat an eye.

He was envious.

Envious of what Miles had back on Earth 1610.

He had Harmony.

He wondered if she was like his Harmony.

She shined like the patent leather on his new 11’s.

She read him like a book, like he was the Bible and she was the reverend.

Miles spent hours talking about his days as a youth to her.

Exposing all his demons and exposing the reasons he was the way he was.

While Miles was too scared to exposed himself, Harmony knew him better than he knew himself. She got him. She hugged him. Told him she missed him.

He fell in love for the first time.

And now that was all gone.

He was envious of everything that he lost.

Everything and anything he hoped for was gone.

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Hi I loved your Terroble ideal one shot and I would like request a sequel where the reader finally stand out for herself and tell what she really think to her parents or run away from her house. Could you do this please ?

Yes, here you go, hope you enjoy!

I'm free (Dante x Reader angst)

Staring out the dusty, moldy window with tears running down your cheeks, you watched the sun set behind clouds of bright pink, orange, and lavender; the only beautiful thing visible from this God-forsaken house.

Just two days ago, you'd been ripped away from your boyfriend by your horrible, controlling parents, only to be locked in your old room with no food, no phone, and no choice but to remain there and endure their abuse till the end of time. You never thought you'd be trapped here like this again, but you were, and there wasn't anything you could do about it.

It was during times like these when your self esteem was at its lowest. Why were you so weak? Why were you such a doormat when it came to standing up for yourself? Why couldn't you muster the strength to tell your parents no, that you loved your boyfriend and that you were a grown adult who had no obligation to obey them anymore? Why couldn't you be more like Dante who did whatever wanted, whenever he wanted, not taking crap from anyone. You could imagine him chuckling at you, walking up and wrapping his arm around your shoulder before cheering you up with a silly joke or a goofy remark.

"The hell you sitting around feeling sorry for yourself for?" You could imagine him asking. "Be badass. Break out! Come back to me."

It was then when you decided you wanted to break free, no matter what your parents did to try and stop you.

You waited until very late at night, when your parents were asleep, to use one of your chairs to bash the window open. Your parents, who were sure you would be too spineless to attempt to escape, had never bothered to reinforce the windows, so the glass was easy to break. Though smashing the window open made quite a bit of noise, you were prepared; you'd placed your dresser in front of your door. Now that the window was open, you heaved your mattress out of it, wincing when it made a particularly loud "thud" upon hitting the ground. Taking in a deep breath and channeling your inner badass, you leaped out of the window and crashed down relatively harmlessly onto the mattress. As you expected, your parents had woken up because of all the commotion and were now angrily banging on your bedroom door, attempting to break in. Of course, you were well ahead of him, and were able to scramble to your feet and make a mad dash down to the driveway. You could hear your parents shouting at you through the window, screaming all kinds of awful things,

"You ungrateful wench! You'll never be welcome here again! Go ahead, run away like the useless tramp you are, and die alone in a ditch! You're not our daughter anymore and you never will be!"

Who cared what they said? Right now, you had the thing you'd b wishing for since the day you realized you lived in an abusive household. You were finally free.

Grinning like a lunatic, you sprinted down the road, brushing past signs and speeding across crosswalks until a familiar building popped into sight. The fading neon sign stood out against the darkness of the night sky, filling you with a sense of hope and excitement. Giggling madly, you burst through the doors, feeling more excited than ever to see the familiar white-haired devil hunter sitting at the desk in there.

"Dante!" You shouted, running up to him with a big smile.

"Y/N?" Dante couldn't believe his eyes; he leaped from his seat, threw aside the magazine in his hands, and threw his arms around you. "You're back! How?"

"I escaped," You said, smiling. "It took a lot...but I did it. I got out. I'm free." Laughing, Dante squeezed you tight, further trapping you in his hold.

"I'm so proud of ya, babe!" He pulled away and pressed a big kiss to your cheek. "Come on, let's get you something warm to drink. Then you can hang out with me all night."

"Doing what?" You asked, as Dante led you towards the kitchen.

"Whatever you want!" He responded, tossing a mug into your hands. "You're free now, remember?"

[hayatheauthor]

How To Write A Disabled Character: The Dos And Don’ts 

As an author, it’s important to ensure the content you create doesn’t accidentally offend or misrepresent a community, especially one you don’t belong to. This is why I made my previous post talking about how to write POC characters without seeming racist, and why I decided to write this blog post on how to write a disabled character. 

Before I jump into my writing tips, I would like to put out a disclaimer. Unlike my previous post, where I could speak from personal experience, I am not disabled and thus am not attempting to be a spokesperson for the community. However, I have previously written several disabled characters and decided to make a guide of sorts for authors like me. 

I would also like to mention that I did some research into acceptable terminology before writing this, using this website and others, however, I am always open to learning and correcting myself if and when I do make a mistake. 

Don’t Make Their Disability Their Personality 

This is possibly one of the most important things to keep in mind when writing with a disabled character. This is an issue when writing about any minority, really, but it is especially true for this community. A person’s disability doesn’t define them or their personality, and the whole introverted disabled person trope gets a little tiring. 

It’s sort of like how every gay man isn’t overly feminine. Yes, there are disabled people who can be sad and quiet and introverted, just like there are others who are loud and obnoxious and extroverted. 

When writing a disabled character, you need to incorporate their disability into their personality rather than making it their personality. A fun-loving protagonist with a hearing aid might slap fun stickers onto it, showcasing their personality. Maybe a person in a wheelchair loves to paint it a new colour every other month. 

These are just examples of ways you could introduce your character with their personality rather than their disability. She saw a peak of pink behind the protagonist’s ears, he watched as a neon green wheelchair sped towards him with a whooping boy seated on it. 

When creating your OC forms, take the time to actually consider how their personality impacts their relationships with their disability and how that impacts their relations with others. 

Know What You’re Writing About 

Do your research! I sincerely cannot stress how important it is for a writer, or any sort of creator, to take the time to research the medical conditions their characters are going through. The same writers who pour over several articles to figure out how much blood would their character realistically lose by a stab wound are often the ones who choose to overlook the complexities and finer details when it comes to a disabled character. 

The issue with this is the spread of misinformation it can cause amongst your readers. This especially applies to factors such as sign language, brail, etc. Think of it this way, if you are bothered enough to use Google translate for dialogues written in a language you don’t speak, then why can’t you do the same for unspoken languages? 

Whether your character has an intellectual, physical, sensory, or other disability, it’s important to take the time to thoroughly research the issues you are portraying. 

Here are some things to consider when writing a disabled character: 

Are there any side effects caused by this disability? If yes, how does this impact them on a daily basis? 

Is the disability curable or reversible? Do other people have access to solutions your character cannot afford? 

Does their disability, develop, change, etc. over time? 

Show Don’t Tell 

Rather than simply telling us about their disabilities, it’s important for you to them show your readers. I previously mentioned how you can do this by incorporating their personalities into your writing, but that is only one aspect writers should consider. 

It’s also important to treat your character as you would treat any other character. Many authors often write long winding descriptions of the things their character can see, hear, or feel. It’s important to do the same when writing with a disabled character as well. Especially if they have a sensory disability! 

Maybe your character can’t see but their lips curl up into a smile when they hear a soft swish of fabric by their side, because they know it means their sister bought that dress she was talking about. 

Recognising a character’s limitations also gives you an idea of how your character would experience the world and allows you to accurately translate that to your readers. 

Flesh Out Their Relationships 

Finally, it’s very important for writers to break away from the cliches when writing about disabled characters. It gets tiring reading about a disabled character who is pitied by everyone around them until someone special comes along and sees them for themselves. It is also important to recognise that a disabled character doesn’t necessarily have to only befriend other disabled characters. 

Your disabled characters can have friends, rivals, love interests, mentors, etc. without these relationships tying into their disability. Don’t restrict your character’s experiences simply because of their disability! A great example of a well-written disabled character would be Isaac played by George Robinson. 

Final Words

Writing about a community you don’t come from can be scary because you need to consider whether or not you’re accidentally offending or misrepresenting someone. This is why writers often stick to the communities they come from, which directly impacts the amount of representation for marginalised communities. 

However, I feel that the right amount of research and a willingness to learn is all you really need to be able to write about a community you don’t come from.

I hope this blog on how to write a disabled character: the dos and don’ts will help you in your writing journey. Be sure to comment any tips of your own to help your fellow authors prosper, and follow my blog for new blog updates every Monday and Thursday.  

Looking For More Writing Tips And Tricks? 

Are you an author looking for writing tips and tricks to better your manuscript? Or do you want to learn about how to get a literary agent, get published and properly market your book? Consider checking out the rest of Haya’s book blog where I post writing and marketing tools for authors every Monday and Thursday. 

Want to learn more about me and my writing journey? Visit my social media pages under the handle @hayatheauthor where I post content about my WIP The Traitor’s Throne and life as a teenage author. 

[pechaberriesandsoju]

Don't You Dare

This is a re-upload of the original Don't You Dare lyric fic I wrote back when I originally did my self shipping on a side blog. I finally decided to edit it up some more and put it here. I only finally decided to say fuck it and finish it up recently cause I got a bit stumped on my newest lyric fic and I thought this would help. And it kinda did. Also, for those who remember this from my old blog?? HIIII READY TO BE SAD AGAIN?????

Anyways, just like before, this is before Echo changed her name to Echo. Before she became an nsr artist. But it does take place after the main events of the game. And yes, there is a slight crossover mention here because your girl is addicted to crossovers, and it's incurable.

Pink italics are lyrics like before. The song used is Don't You Dare(Make Me Fall In Love With You) by Kaden MacKay.

Anyways, tw: Self Depreciation, blood and injury mentions, lots of angst, character a not noticing and acknowledging the signs that character b genuinely likes them. And possible grammar errors because grammar was never my strong suit.

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Pro.ship and com.ship and what not, do not interact. Respect my boundaries.

Don't you dare make me fall in love with you

Kore knew better. Or she should know better. He's an NSR artist for crying out loud - she's just an assistant.

Her job is to work on security drones and new tech with her father. His job is to sing and dance and make people swoon. He was literally programmed for it, after all. Maybe that's what this was - he was being kind due to his programming. These gestures of kindness are nothing but actions from his "perfect boyfriend" programming. Nothing more, nothing less.

Don't you dare enchant me with those eyes

Yet here she was, still enchanted by those eyes. Those damn glowing green android eyes. Curse Neon J for making them so expressive. She had to give him credit, though. They almost gave her a sense that there was genuine care and curiosity in his eyes. But that could just be her mind tricking her. She shouldn't be getting close anyway.

If I fell through your skies,

There's no way you would catch me

She stopped in her tracks when a hand gently pulled her back, eyes glancing back over her shoulder in time to make eye contact with bright glowing green ones framed by green curls. Shit was all she thought, as he carefully reached for a box she was carrying, a warm smile on his face. "Here, let me help. You looked like you were about to fall." His robotic voice still made her heart soar - she hated it. Kore didn't respond. She kept a straight face and nodded before continuing on, maybe even speeding up a little. She wanted to avoid small talk as much as possible.

There's a tear in my heart,

But your patch wouldn't match me.

She wished he didn't fret over her like this. She wasn't fragile. Yes he was an android and she was...human. Yeah, human. Another reason why they couldn't be together. They're too different. It could lead to issues in the future. Besides there are better humans he could fall for. Ones that weren't as short as her, not as scarred and battered as her. Physically and mentally. Eloni deserves better than her after all.

Being near you still adds to the size of my sighs,

Kore didn't get why he insisted on being near her when they visited. The other 1010 units would stick near by but not as close him. For the fifth time that day she let out a heavy sigh as she moved her line of sight back to the circuit board before her. She couldn't focus with him being so close to her. It made her mind wander to what ifs and maybes- things that wouldn't be possible. Not with him anyways. Not him with her to be exact.

There's still seismic events at hellos and goodbyes,

She hated how her heart ached seeing him have to leave. She hated how her mind tricked her into thinking he genuinely looked disappointed that he was leaving her behind. It wasn't real. It couldn't have been real and she needed to get it through her mind that it wasn't real. They wouldn't match anyways.

She especially hated how her heart leapt when he entered the room. The way it raced when he gave her that damn smile and waved at her like he was genuinely excited to see her. He was just being nice- it's all his programming she reasoned. It's not real.

And I still need reminders of why it's unwise

To stare

Kore cursed to herself when she realized she was staring at him. She only caught herself cause they made eye contact and he immediately smiled and winked at her. She had to pull herself together- this wasn't professional of her. She had to remind herself that it wasn't wise to be falling for him. To not fall for his damn programming. Not read into it. He was just being nice. She needed to pull it together.

So don't you dare

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Don't you dare make me fall in love with you

Don't you dare do something so cliché

"Oh stay still." She froze as he reached up to her face, heart racing as he gently pushed back some of her hair out of her face, fingers barely grazing her skin as he pulled away, a warm smile on his face. "There we go, wouldn't want that to get in the way as you work." He teased lightly, her chest growing warm from the action.

How long had these feelings been chewing away at her? They definitely got worse over time. She hated how it got harder to fight off. When he would make silly faces across the room to try and make her smile. She hated when it actually worked. And she hated how it made her heart race when he gave her that smile every time they saw each other. She hated how he genuinely brought a smile to her face and made her laugh. She hated how it made her fall for him more. It wasn't fair.

Just get out of my daydreams,

You're an unwelcome guest

Kore jolted with a start as she realized she was spacing out again. Her thoughts had turned into daydreams of what ifs again. Another dangerous habit she's developed ever since these feelings showed up. She couldn't let them distract her this much. It was bad for her work. Gold eyes glanced down to her sketchbook in front of her, widening at the sight of a small faint beginnings of a sketch of Eloni on the corner of her work. She muttered a curse under her breath as she quickly erased it. Her cheeks warm as she got rid of the evidence of her feelings.

And stop making me miss you

'Cause you leaving's for the best

She hated how she missed him. How she longed for him to walk through the door during those long weeks. How she wished he was there to make silly faces, and send absurd memes and videos to her during meetings, anything to make her break into silent giggles or snickers. She hated how her heart ached for him during these periods of time. It lead to more distractions. Distractions lead to more errors and more errors lead to more work.

'Cause I just couldn't stand having you as my crutch

The idea of blaming him for her errors felt unfair. But the emotions he was putting her through made it feel like it was justified. But Kore kept fighting it. She kept fighting the feelings. She should know better. She knows better. She'd hold him back. He didn't deserve to be held back.

You're a simmering stovetop, I was tempted to touch

But god, did she hate how she felt how relaxed she felt when he showed up the next day. She wouldn't admit how her heart almost leaped out of her chest when he sat next to her during the meeting. She wouldn't admit how she struggled to pay attention to Tatiana, Neon J, and Tony talking over the next upgrades and blueprints. She would definitely refuse to admit how her heart stuttered for a second when she felt his hand brush against hers under the table. How she fought back the blush the grew on her face when she saw his smile grow in the corner of her eye. How part of her wanted to reach for his hand, and just hold it, but then it came rushing back. She shouldn't. She couldn't. It wasn't real. It's the programming, Kore, she reminded herself. She would never admit how her chest ached when she pulled her hand away, and how she swore she saw his smile falter when she pulled away. It was more than likely a trick of the light. Why would he be disappointed about it? It's not like he actually really cared about her. It's more than likely a game to him anyway.

If you ever return, it'll burn me too much

To bear

Another distraction was another mistake - she hissed when she pulled her hand back, tools going scattering to the table as she stood up abruptly. Her hand stung from the hot metal. Even if it was touching her for a second, it burned. As she quickly made her way to a sink in the warehouse, it reminded her of why it wouldn't work between them. She was too accident prone, more these days now that he occupied her thoughts. It would be disastrous for him to be with someone who got injured as much as her. No one would want to be stuck with someone like her. She ignored how her chest and eyes burned at the thought as she ran her hand under cold water. It was a fact, after all. And you can't argue with facts.

So don't you dare

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And I know it's all so shallow, but a shallow cut still stings

Watching 1010 performances and interviews made her chest hurt. Alot. It was selfish of her to feel a type of jealousy when others held his attention. She knew it was selfish of her because he didn't return the feelings. She knew this by now. He just wanted to be friends. And she had been a shallow, selfish person for falling for him and that programming of his that made him this nice. For reading into it too much. She hated it, but it stung her heart so much. And she hated how it stung.

And before my heart becomes Amelia's heir, I need to clip its wings

"Fuck fuck fuck.."She cursed to herself as she stared at the page,  filled with sketches of him. This was getting out of hand. She couldn't be in love with him, she shouldn't be in love with him. He didn't even feel the same way towards her.  She swallowed her heart for once and ripped the page out of the sketchbook. She ignored how her heart started to ache as she crumpled the page and tossed it out. She ignored the tears that filled up her eyes as she slammed the sketchbook shut and stormed out of the warehouse. She ignored the ache all the way back home. She ignored it as long as she could. She had to after all.

So don't you dare keep mocking me with those

Thousand little things that I adore

Eloni made it hard to ignore these feelings every time he and his brothers visited. He'd always try to stick by her side when he wasn't rough housing with his brother or talking to the other NSR artists or B2J. He'd be sitting nearby as she sat on the ground, elbow deep in a bouncer drone, immediately handing her a tool she was reaching for when she didn't ask for it. Always helping without prompting. He kept talking to her about his day or about something that reminded him of her or showing her memes and videos that he thought would make her laugh. And it always brought a smile to her face no matter how much she tried to fight it. He made it difficult when he always helped her up from the ground when she didn't need it. Everything he did....she adored it. And she hated it. It made it harder to distance herself from him. From her feelings for him.

Let me ignore you, don't let me care

She tried to ignore him. Tried to distance herself as much as possible. She ignored how it it hurt her. How it made her feel awful doing this to him. But she had to stop this somehow. It was a difficult task but she had to if she wanted to spare him from her one sided attraction. She was almost successful for the day. Until the turrent drone they were testing started to malfunction. Mostly everyone got out of the way in time- except for him. She knew he could be easily repaired but she couldn't stand by and watch.

She acted before she could think. She didn't even realize she shouted his name as she tackled him out of the way. It only sunk in what she had done when she opened her eyes too look down at him, almost in the same position they were in when they first met. This time was different. She was the one above him this time, bright green eyes staring up at her in shock. Her heart stopped for a second when she saw a red droplet fall on his face, but then she remembered. Androids don't bleed. But she does.

The adrenaline started to fade, the stinging in the back of her neck came rushing in, the feeling of warm blood dripping down her neck registered not too long after. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared down at him with a straight face, ignoring how her body shook as she started to push herself backwards to sit on her legs, hand reaching to cover the shallow cut on the back of her neck, fingers brushing past what was left of her hair to try to stop the bleeding.

"Guess we're even now." She stated, ignoring the pain in her neck as the blood seeped through her fingers down her back, and how the ache in her chest came back. How guilt consumed her, dread of what would come next slowly creeping in.

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And don't you dare leave me still in love with you

It had been a week or so since the incident. Her neck had healed a few days after it had happened, but Tony insisted she rest longer. It was probably him worrying over her as her father, but more than likely, it was to keep the others from worrying and wondering about such a fast recovery. She was grateful for the time away, though. Yet it was also hell. The aching feeling came back when she realized she missed him. Kore tried to distract herself from how much she missed him as much as possible. It worked until he started texting her. Then it got harder. He'd check up on her, send her updates on what his brothers and his day were like, and wish her a speedy recovery. It warmed her heart yet made the ache so much worse. She hated it. She hated how she was still in love with him.

Nothing's fair when love is war

She responded to the texts at first, but it made her hurt more. So she gradually started to keep quiet. It made her feel guilty. It made her feel sick. Not as sick as the thoughts of how this was more than likely him being kind out of pity. It must have been. Or this was some sort of sick game. Some bet he lost or something. It didn't feel fair though.

And I just can't endure any more of the fight

It felt like a losing battle the longer she went on. The aching pain in her chest wouldn't leave, the doubt that he ever cared dug it's claws deep in her and refused to let go.They both made it hard to sleep. Hard to focus on anything. Made it easier for her to space out and think of those damn what ifs. They got cruel over time, reminding her of how they were never meant to be, should never be and could never be. She was exhausted from it all.

When the casualties rise with my heart rate each night

Then the gift came in. It made her heart sink and race all at once. Especially when Tony confirmed it was from Eloni. Part of her didn't want to open it. The other part was consumed with curiosity and was touched by this. Yet she was hesitant to open it as it sat on her bedroom desk. Her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest as she carefully opened it. Gently removing the soft grey and green tissue paper, her eyes widened at the sight of a plush bunny. It looked familiar to her. Then she remembered. Eloni was with her when she was looking at the listing for it. They talked about it for a while - she never got it in the end. Kore claimed it probably wasn't a good idea anyway, so why give into another childish desire.

Her eyes began to water, she acted quick and blinked them away as she gingerly took the plush out of the box, as if it would fall apart if she wasn't careful, like it was an illusion somehow. It was bigger than she thought, much softer too. Her fingers ran over the grey fur, gliding over the transition to pink fur on the left side of its face. She let out a sigh as she moved to sit on her bed, thoughts of doubt starting to speedily sneak up on her again. They sunk in faster than she expected, tears filling her vision as her mind raced with the thoughts and shame for even believing something like this would mean anything more.

Though I know I'm to blame for the glances I'd steal,

For the time I kept spending pretending it's real

She knew it was her fault as the tears streamed down her face, dripping down her chin. Her grip on the plush tightened as she brought it closer to her chest, body shaking as she let out a strangled sob. This was all her fault, for believing any of her hopes of being with him could be real. That there was a chance that he truly loved her the same way she loved him. The "perfect boyfriend" programming he had did its job- it made her fall for him no matter how hard she tried to convince herself she wasn't in love. She had fallen for an fantasy and now she was paying for it.

And now that it's ending, I still have more feelings to spare

The sobs slowly started to become to much for her, she fell backwards onto her bed, hold on the bunny plush still tight as she laid there staring at the ceiling with blurry vision. Kore mentally cursed at herself for falling for him, wishing she only saw him as a friend like he saw her. She wished it didn't hurt as much as it did. That her heart didn't ache so much over him. And she dreaded how the ache would haunt her when she goes back to work, and would double every time she saw him. She wished it had been easier to ignore him, to just not care. Maybe then her heart wouldn't be broken if she had just kept her walls up.

The wishing turned into hoping as she hoped she would be able to keep this under wraps. She didn't want to ruin what they had. Even if part of her was tempted to ruin it, just for a chance to admit how she truly feels about him. She didn't want to risk it. It wouldn't be fair. But it already wasn't fair, he had made her fall for him inadvertently just by being kind to her. It was too late now.It wasn't fair for him. It wasn't fair for either of them.

But don't you dare

How dare he, no- how dare she fall for him like this. How dare she fall for someone as perfect as him when she knew the risks.

Don't you dare

[jellyluchi]

Rosa's Delightful Disaster

A/N: Concept is not my own, the idea of the transformation chocolate is a prompt from a server!

Pairing: Prosciutto x reader Genre: NSFW. Warnings: Dubious consent, daddy kink, possessive behavior, scent kink, markings, breeding kink, claiming kink, lactation kink, squirting, cat hybrid character, reader is called girl Summary: You decide get a box of chocolates for your husband as an extremely last minute Valentine's gift, not realizing the consequences to come.

Includes: Dubcon (?) markings, breeding kink, claiming kink, lactation kink, squirting, daddy kink, cat hybrid character, animalistic behavior, reader is called girl, 

You should have known it would come to this the minute you realized it was too late to find any open shops. As you walked down the almost empty streets with the night slowly maturing into a late dark, you thought of going back home and simply making your husband some homemade chocolate from the baking supplies in your cupboards.

It should have been that way… yet you remember spotting the pretty pink lighting of one shop, the only one open so late. You thought it was your only chance, forgetting the previous plan completely, you stare at the neon pink sign reading “Rosa’s Delights.” 

With an inviting interior decorated beautifully, you thought how lucky you must be to find this shop nearly at the dead of night. Dim lights make it somewhat difficult to see the products inside but you were able to spot a few boxes of what seemed like chocolate. 

“May I help you?” A sudden, rather deep voice greeted you from behind and you nearly got a heart attack from it. 

You turned to find a beautiful woman with long pink hair and shimmer green eyes with a hat covering most of her head. Have you seen her before somewhere?...

“Oh yes, I was wondering, are these chocolates on display?” 

The woman chuckles and you look on confusedly. 

“Why yes, they’re quite special. Are you looking to treat someone for a special occasion? Then I’d say they’re perfect.” 

You smiled politely, looking back at the display and being met with five unique boxes. The chocolate held inside was also displayed next to them, looking mouth watering from just the designs. You wondered how rich they must taste. 

“Perfect, I’ll take this one please.” You pointed to a white box with one red gem, the most expensive looking one, practically made for your husband. 

“Of course, right this way.” The heavily cloaked woman led you to the counter and it almost felt as though she wasn’t walking, rather floating on the floor from one place to another. 

She rang you up wrapping the box skilfully before you made your way out of the place with a pep in your step. How exciting you thought it would be to see your husband’s face when he receives his gift.  

Now you almost wished you’d have not gone through with it. Almost. 

Walking into your home, you find your enthusiastic husband greeting you with a kiss, twirling you in his arms before you settle together in the living room. 

“Where did you go off to, tesoro mio?” Prosciutto asks, nestling you closely on the couch. You let him know your intention of getting him a special gift for Valentine’s which surprises him mildly, as he’d checked the time you left your shared home. At the time, he was almost against the affair altogether but had you not convinced him you wouldn’t get the chance to treat him like this. 

“Getting you a treat, of course. What kind of wife would I be if I couldn’t even get my dear husband something for Valentine’s?” 

The words are pleasing to Prosciutto, playing into the type of dynamic he loves to maintain between you two. He chuckles, his hand caressing over your sides affectionately. You think perhaps the special day isn’t completely ruined. With Prosciutto having made you a beautiful meal before your trip and these gorgeous pieces of chocolate you got, it would surely end well. 

“Then show me.” Despite his warm smile and sweet demeanor, there’s a demand to Prosciutto’s tone that affects you, a type of intrinsic authority that coerces you into obedience without having to try. Gulping with nervousness and excitement, you take out the box you bought less than an hour ago for your beloved with much pride. As you undo the complicated wrapping, the red gem shines from the lighting, catching your husband’s eye. 

“Isn’t it beautiful? I thought it would only be fitting for… a man such as yourself.” Batting your eyelashes on purpose, you try to hand him the box but Prosciutto’s hand makes no move to receive it.

“Open it for me,” he whispers, still having you against his chest with his fingers pressing gently to your bare skin, heat radiating in waves from the tips. Prosciutto’s deep blues fixate on your own.  

“Of course,” you pipe up, not second guessing his words and falling into step of following his natural authority. Holding the box gingerly, you look at one of the circular pieces, intricate lines of sweet caramel drizzled over the top. 

Typically you would never buy such sweet treats for a man of such bitter tastes, yet as a last minute gift it seems like the perfect save for having forgotten. Picking it up, you extend the piece of chocolate to him not even doubting that he would open his mouth for you. And as expected Prosciutto bites the sweet without hesitation, his sensual gaze falling over your figure while your fingertips kiss the soft flesh of his lips. 

Just as you were about to retrieve your hand, Prosciutto grips your wrist keeping it in place to eat the rest of the chocolate and takes your fingers in his mouth with it, his tongue smoothing over the residue as he moans at the taste without breaking eye contact for a single second. It brings heat to your cheeks seeing the unwavering lust in his eyes paired with the sound of his deep voice releasing tones of pleasure. 

“Do you like it?” Your voice comes out meeker than you expect, your heart thundering in your chest after the lewd kiss he almost gives to your fingers, now somewhat wet with his saliva. You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning in unison, still holding Prosciutto’s gaze the best you can. 

It only takes seconds for his eyes to change completely. What was once a glazing of lust over the dark blue, turns into something much deeper than you could fathom. Freezing, Prosciutto lets go of you to clutch at his own body, groaning with pain. Furrowed brows that you are so familiar with turn feral and his being quite literally mutates right in front of you, igniting both fear and uncertainty within your mind. 

Prosciutto’s soft touch turns bruising and you hear what sounds like a hiss and a deep growl as he pins you onto the cushion of the couch much more forcefully than he usually would, almost as though he’s let go of all his self control. 

“Pros? What’s wrong?!” Alarms set off as your husband’s teeth bare at you and you wonder where those canines came from 

As he transforms right before your eyes, you notice his ears change into something cat-like, a yellow tail swinging behind his head in your peripheral vision, and you realize the bruising grip comes from his claws on your skin. He snarls at you wildly, hot breath hitting your skin in waves; his behavior having changed from the sweet, loving man you once knew to someone completely untamed. 

Prosciutto doesn’t answer your question, bringing you closer to his body to shove his flaring nostrils at your collarbones and neck. Finally, you get a whiff of the musk emanating directly from his body, something you wouldn’t have taken note of otherwise only to realize it somehow makes you feel more aroused. With all your senses filled to the brim with his very being, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed from this turn of events. 

“Prosciutto what’s going on, what happened to you?” You try to get a good look at him, lifting his face but his grip keeps your in place and he refuses to take any of your questions or bidding, forcing his way into your neck to give you your first bit; despite being such a painful endeavor you couldn’t help moaning from the way his body vibrates against you, heat bursting through his clothes. 

“Mine,” Prosciutto mumbles into your flesh, his scratchy tongue licking against your skin before more bites marr the area near your collarbone. “All mine.” 

Being distracted with Prosciutto’s appearance you didn’t realize the way your bodies were splayed over the couch in a compromising position until you felt his knees spreading your legs apart. 

“Wait, Prosciutto!” Yet he stops you from protesting with a biting kiss, holding you by the waist in a grip so tight you are sure it will leave a mark. Prosciutto’s tongue is invasive and leaves no time before meeting your own, tasting of the chocolate he ate just minutes ago. 

Whatever strange aphrodisiac transformation concoction was in there seemed to affect you as well, making you moan into his kiss. The sensation forces your body in submission, allowing your legs to spread easily and for him to grind on your legs, letting you feel the massive erection poking into you. When did he get so aroused?!

Repeating the same words as before, Prosciutto continues his assault of your neck to slowly move down your breasts, each bite eliciting a moan that you try to suppress. With his claws on you this way, there’s no chance of escape and even if you were to run out of the house you know he would give chase; he would stop at nothing to claim you as his. Feeling completely defeated, you accept the situation as something out of your control, letting him do as he pleases with your body. 

Looking down to his head, you notice the marks covering your skin, lovebites that keep you at the edge of frenzy, the heady scent of him nearly driving you crazy. Suddenly, Prosciutto starts sniffing wildly, looking up at you with feline-like eyes only to crawl down your body to your clothed entrance. His claws make quick work of the fabric covering your privates before it’s exposed to him. 

“No, don’t!” You try to say, not sure whether it’s because you cared for the pieces of clothing or because you really wouldn’t like him to proceed. Yet, the thrill of his new features interacting with your body brings more fluid between your legs. The hot sting at the pit of your stomach only gets worse when Prosciutto sniffs right above your entrance before his nostrils flare angrily, the air giving your sex in a pleasurable sensation. 

You squirm in his hold of your thighs, breathing completely uneven from the sudden shame in front of your transformed lover. Had it been any other situation you would have been much more compliant to his actions. Yet, the circumstances cloud your mind from making any decision clearly. 

Gripping you with a new sense of possessiveness, Prosciutto’s tongue makes one languid motion against your entrance, his teeth teasing the sensitive spots on your pelvis, his mouth so warm and wet. 

“Sweet little girl,” he says, tasting you, your moan only adding to his pleasure as he almost grinds his neglected erection on the cushion. His flaring nostrils blow warm air to your peaked bud, the sensation making you shiver with pleasure. 

It’s almost as if smelling your arousal feeds into his behavior as Prosciutto continues to bite the pudgy, soft flesh of your thighs, taking handfuls of into his claws to keep you from moving too much. Writhing from his bites and licks you try to minimize your sounds and fail miserably, your voice and moans echoing through the living room in unisom to his licks. 

Without anything to grip, you clutch at Prosciutto’s hair as he works his tongue into your entrance, the persisting muscle bringing you near climax from the non-stop circular motions, the pleasure descending your mind into a deep subspace before you manage to catch yourself. 

“Daddy not yet, please!” But your words fall on deaf furry ears, as your Daddy is unyielding, greedily drinking every drop of your essence, making you clench around his tongue. With your eyes lolling to the back of your head, you cannot hold yourself back any longer, fluid gushing from you into his mouth, hips bucking to meet his lips for more friction. 

Prosciutto’s tail wiggles in satisfaction, drinking with fervor, the very scent of your essence brings heat between his legs. Grinding on the couch, he decides it’s not enough friction as his privates tighten his pants to an unimaginable degree. You cannot see what is made of his clothing as he lifts himself from between your legs to crawl up your body. 

By now you’ve learned to not question what he does, your head and face completely red with heat and the climax you just experienced moments ago. Noticing his heavy cock now free of its coverings, a fresh wave of arousal washes over your body as you pant in unison to your heartbeat. 

There’s hardly a moment of silence as you hear the purr from deep within your Daddy's throat. Even with the number of markings, lovebites, and fluid covering your body, he is yet unaccomplished from what he wants. 

Giving you a sinister grin that shows off his canines, your Daddy lowers himself to your stomach, the point of his teeth a perfect contrast to the softness of his tongue as he delivers more bites. Kissing up to your neck, his claws hold you flush against his body, nails dangerously close to piercing your skin. 

Hell bent on marking you to his satisfaction, he doesn’t seem to care much whether you’re pleasured or not. “Mine mine mine…” he keeps murmuring, deciding to fixate on your chest, biting freely at every inch of available flesh. You moan when he sucks a particularly sensitive spot near your nipple before flicking the bud with his tongue. 

“It’s time.. I must make you mine for good..” The musk he seems to be releasing combined with the effect of his words fog your mind with a strong haze, heightening your need to be filled and bred to your Daddy’s desire, as if you only exist as his precious fuckdoll. 

“But I’m already yours Daddy! Please take me!” You beg him desperately hoping he would give you some respite with his still hardened cock. 

“Say that again,” he demands. “Tell me who you belong to.”  Without ceasing the stimulation on your chest even for a second, you feel him grind on your unclothed sex desperately, clearly just as eager to be inside you. Moaning helplessly, you try to string words together cohesively, the growing heat within your body making the act of speaking difficult. 

“Yours! I’m yours Daddy!” 

Groaning in unison with your words, your Daddy’s clever tongue swirls over your chest, adding pressure with his fingers. Detecting droplets of milk with his cat-like tongue, he laps at your chest in satisfaction, feeding eagerly and moaning around your nipple from the sweet, warm taste.  

You hardly realize he’s feeding until a squeeze to your chest spurts milk, allowing for your lover to lick while he continues to rut against your sex with more fervor. Unable to take any more of the teasing your mind allows you to only repeat yourself like a broken, lustful record. 

“Please! Please  please please…More please!” 

“Patience, little one!” Your Daddy growls, forcing you to obey while your sex only gets wetter and demands stimulation. You whimper as he feeds aggressively, your legs shaking from his member teasing your sex before he’s finally satisfied. Licking his lips, Prosciutto finally admire his handy work, looking down at you with lidded, slitted blue eyes, he purrs seductively at the various marks adorning your body, accompanied by your defiled state and panting, wide open mouth perfectly swollen from his kisses. 

“Dolce bambina…” your Daddy calls out, caressing your face with a clawed hand. Without much warning, he penetrates you, delighting at the yelp and how you clench around him desperately. 

Yelling out his title, you grip his shoulders for some balance, finally full to the very brim.

“My filthy little broodmare… you will carry Daddy’s children, yes?” 

Closing your eyes, you let your body fall completely at his mercy. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please!” The thought of belly swelling full of his children makes your climax imminent as he pistons into you with increasing speed, hitting every ridge inside your already sensitive walls. Intertwining your legs around his waist, you let your voice cry out.

 One of his fingers finds its way between your legs, adding to the stimulation muddling your thoughts into mush making the need for release your only wish. It isn’t until you feel his member twitch and spill inside with a growl that you finally feel your legs shake out of control before a loud cry escapes you into your walls squeezing every bit of seed out of him, making sure you’re truly full. 

Panting out of breath, you find yourself going limp under Prosciutto’s body, eyes closed and body numb from all the stimulation. Your legs don’t unlatch from his waist and you notice your lover hasn’t unsheathed himself from you. 

“Pros…” Your voice is weak, restrained from all your cries and feeling quite raspy. As your senses get back to you, you realize Prosciutto is still kissing and lapping at your neck. 

“So good for me,” he praises, making your belly flip from the butterflies. “Made for me.” The possessiveness makes you moan once more. 

“Prosciutto please,” this time you find your will to take him by his head to look into his eyes, still resembling that of a blue eyed feline. “This chocolate is dangerous, are you still not satisfied?” You sound tired to yourself yet Prosciutto seems energetic as he was before your play time. 

Purring, he thrusts a couple times stirring the liquid still inside you as if to keep it locked inside. Chuckling, Prosciutto pinches a nipple playfully, startling you as you gasp. He examines you carefully, looking up your body and then down, seemingly staring intently at the spot where you’re still joined as one. Gripping your hips, Prosciutto thrusts watching his seed pour out with a devilish smirk. 

Biting your lip, you try not to let the stimulation allow your body to arouse itself more. 

“I’m afraid my work here is not quite finished, bambina. Look here…” Trailing his hand around your sides, he sways your attention there. “No marks. That won’t do.” 

“What?” Your pitch rises an octave as the implication of his words settle into your stomach. 

But Prosciutto only bends to kiss you where he intended. “Inch by inch I’ll mark you as mine,” he murmurs, the moment you realize a long Valentine's night waits ahead of you. 

[enfate03]

Secondhand

Chapter Two ♡ Excuses

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After the tense conversation with Heeseung that night, you went your separate ways. The dinner with your father didn’t get much better, but when the waitress brought out the birthday cake for your father, you noticed everyone at Heeseung’s table minus the man himself singing along rather joyfully. It was also hard not to notice when the waitress claimed your bill had already been paid by a secret admirer. Your dad had glowered at that statement.

A few days later, you decide to open Secondhand before the sun goes down. It’s not that you expect many of your regulars to take advantage of the extra hours. But you’re in the mood to talk to someone, and the earlier you open the bar, the earlier it’s possible he might appear. Maybe you’re deluding yourself as you switch on the neon “Open” sign and mop the floor around the bar, but it feels

The first person in isn’t him, much to your disappointment, but she takes a seat at the bar all the same, and you greet her with a smile. She reciprocates and points at the menu behind you, long nails painted navy blue. “Do you have any tapas?”

Wetting your lips annoyedly, the smile on your face becomes somewhat strained. “I’m sorry, the only snacks we have are peanuts and crackers. Is that alright?”

Her long, straight hair swishes back and forth as she shakes her head, considering, before finally huffing. “Well, if it must. But you ought to hire a kitchen chef!”

Because this place wasn’t built to sell food in the first place, the back is only stocked with alcohol fridges and whiskey barrels. It doesn’t have a kitchen. But you don’t see a need to explain this to her since it’s the first and likely last time you’ll see her in the bar anyway.

“Well, maybe it’s better like that anyway since I tend to stress eat. What’s the strongest drink you have here?” she mopes, placing her elbow on the counter and resting her chin on her hand. “Wait, actually, I probably shouldn’t start off too strong, should I? I’m still sober enough to taste it!” Instead, she orders a mixed drink. You card her first, making yourself remember that her name is Gahyeon, and then you put yourself to making her drink, placing a pink umbrella in it that you know will suit the girl’s tastes. You’re right because she squeals when you place it in front of her and goes to sip from the straw vigorously.

“This is quite good you know!” she points down at the drink as if she could be talking about anything else. “I’ve always wanted to be a bartender, but I couldn’t memorize all those recipes!”

You hum ambiguously, not really wanting to engage with this woman. You’ve never been the type that’s good at sustaining small talk. But Gahyeon doesn’t seem like the type that needs much to go on before she dives into her story, the thing that you’ve been waiting for ever since she mentioned her stress.

“I don’t usually drink, either, but I just can’t stop thinking about him recently, my soulmate that is. Everyone tells me not to, and to wait until he comes crawling back to me, but they don’t understand just how long I’ve been waiting! I even went as far as to bandage up my soulmark so that it couldn’t remind me of him, but all it really did was just remind me of him even more,” the girl sighs, viciously slurping on her drink. “They don’t know what it’s like to go years without seeing your soulmate.”

You’re good at multitasking, noticing that a pair of customers have walked in and will want your attention soon, but even with your split attention you can’t help yourself asking, “Why did you separate in the first place?”

There’s a bit of a silence from Gahyeon who slides her finger around the rim of her glass so that a light shrieking sound is heard. “He didn’t believe me when I said we were soulmates. We were young, and I didn’t have much proof so I guess I can’t blame him, but what I just don’t understand is how he didn’t feel what I felt too? There was just such a strong pull that I couldn’t ignore. But he never seemed to feel it.

“So fine, I thought. I’ll just let him go for a bit. He’ll come back to me when he turns eighteen and realizes that I was right. But it’s been years since that should’ve happened. I just don’t understand why he hasn’t come back.”

There’s something about her story that strikes you as familiar, but you hold off from replying while one of the new customers comes up to the bar and orders. When you finish out the order, you turn your focus back to her. “Why don’t you confront him then, now that you have proof?”

But her response is like a nail in the coffin, “How can I, now that he’s famous?”

Famous. You know someone who is famous and also happens to be apart from his soulmate. The realization makes you feel a bit sick.

“Well, if he’s too famous to bother remembering you, then maybe you should just forget him.” The words jump out of your throat unbidden. This isn’t the advice that you would usually give.

She’s not shocked at your words, likely having heard similar from her friends, but she isn’t pleased either. Gahyeon changes the subject and asks, “What about you? Do you and your soulmate own this place together?”

Again, you feel compelled to lie to her. You barely even know her, and yet now you want to cut off the conversation as quickly as possible. “Yeah, we do actually. I’m in charge of the front, and he takes care of the business in the back.”

Gahyeon’s face lights up, “Wait, I was right?! Oh, then you have to tell me all about how you met! I just love love stories!”

It’s a love story that you don’t have, obviously. But there is one story that you know to heart, that you’ve heard as a bedtime story in your youth. Your father’s bedtime story. So, you tell that one, substituting in his name for yours and coming up with a fake name on the spot. “Jaehyun and I met at a university club. We were doing icebreakers together, and our eyes met—"

“Where’s your soulmark?” Gahyeon cuts in, eyes flashing back and forth as she futilely tries to spot it on your body. You can tell that she should probably only have one more drink at most, and you wonder if it’s too early to ask her to call a friend, so they’ll be at the door to pick her up by the time she’s done drinking.

“I’m sorry, but it’s private.”

“Oh, yes of course. I completely understanding.” She fumbles over her words, and you slide a glass of water her way to help cut through the alcohol. People who don’t drink often forget how alcoholic mixed drinks can be, and Gahyeon is no exception.

Just as you predict, she leaves just as the bar’s traffic starts to pick up, around your typical opening hours.

But around two hours later, you’re back on your guard when a familiar face passes through the doors: Heeseung. What are the chances, you muse to yourself somewhat bitterly as he makes his way towards the bar, that two soulmates who seem to be searching for each other just miss each other by hours in the same bar? What kind of joke is the universe having at their expense?

And what kind of joke are you for not doing anything about it?

But you can’t bring yourself to say anything as Heeseung sits down in front of you, ordering the same drink as the last time he came alone. He sips at it before speaking up, “You know I’m sorry about a few nights ago. It was arrogant of me to assume you were following me.”

You swallow and nod, “It’s alright. I’m sure there’s a good reason that you were so on edge.” Heeseung grunts, and silence crowds into the space between you.

Eventually, he points up to the stage behind him, “So is that stage ever used for anything? Like Friday night talent shows or something? I’ve never seen it be used.”

That’s because it isn’t usually. Every once in a while, some bachelorette party will ask you to hook up the karaoke machine, but you find that the clientele seem to prefer silence to drunken singing most of the time. Or maybe that’s just your personal preference, but either way, it doesn’t get much use. “Is there a reason you’re asking?”

For the first time since you’ve met him, the smirk on Heeseung’s lips is less deprecating and more mischievous as he slides his hands forward on the bar and stops your hand that’s absentmindedly rubbing at the counter. “Sing a duet with me.”

“I can’t leave the bar,” you deadpan. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m the only one who works here.”

He takes a slow look around the place before looking at you again, an eyebrow raised. “I’m sure that everyone will be able to manage for three minutes.” You don’t want to go up there and embarrass yourself, but you also don’t want to refuse Heeseung. Maybe it’s the fact that you just met the girl he was crying about only a few days ago, and you haven’t told him, but you concede pathetically early and hook up the speakers and side television to your laptop.

“What song?” you ask, scrolling through karaoke YouTube videos.

“Just choose a song you like,” he says absentmindedly. He takes the wired microphone off its stand, twirling it in his hand. Heeseung taps the top a few times, satisfied to hear the sound echo.

You don’t have a go-to karaoke song, but you look up something that’s good for duets. It’s a bit cliché, but the first is “A Whole New World” from Aladdin, and at the very least it’s a song you feel confident you’ll both know.

The first few notes are soft, and you see Heeseung’s face completely change from excited to sentimental as the screen counts him in. While you had heard his voice before in the songs that had played when he came to Secondhand with his group, hearing it so simply without any layering or other noise, just simple piano accompaniment, made you realize how breathy and, frankly, sweet his voice really is. Despite singing the male’s part in the song, his voice is soothing, treating each syllable with care and tenderness.

And he looks right at you as he sings, distracting you so much so that he breaks character to laugh when you forget to jump in. Unlike his confidence, you’re more mumbling, well aware that your singing voice isn’t anything to write home about. Again, he chuckles a bit at your shyness, cupping his hand to his ear with his rings shining a bit obnoxiously. Stubbornly, you glare at him and turn your attention to the screen, but he takes advantage of the next few lyrics to cut in and poke your cheek, “Don’t you dare close your eyes.” He lilts.

At this point of the song, though, he’s right. You’ve trapped yourself into singing in a higher register; if you try to keep singing quietly, you’ll start to choke on the lyrics. Hesitantly, you get louder, just in time for him to jump in as you sing simultaneously, “Let me share this whole new world with you.”

At this point, you’re regretting choosing such a romantic song, but somehow Heeseung manages to keep it less serious, overexaggerating his features as you sing back and forth and over each other. When it gets to the final line, he steps behind you and rests his chin on the top of your head, explicitly making it impossible for you to share any eye contact.

But then he leans down and whispers into your ear, “We sound good together.” And for the rest of the night, like an echo in your head, that’s all you can think about.

The next day you’re at the grocery store comparing two different cuts of meat when someone politely taps you on the shoulder and asks, “Are you Heeseung’s soulmate?” You’re shocked and somewhat confused by the blunt question, but you recognize his voice from that night at the bar when Heeseung brought all his friends. He’s the man that asked to change the music with a genuine smile although this time his face is contorted with genuine curiosity.

You blink a little bit before responding, carefully putting the meat down before turning to face him. “Why would you think that?”

The man shrugs a bit lazily before replying, “He went to your bar last night, didn’t he?”

“Is that supposed to mean anything? He just came for a drink.”

He holds his hands up in a placating gesture. “It was just a question. Heeseung’s been in a better mood lately, and I thought you might be the cause.”

Your cheeks flush a bit at the implication, but you wave his words away. “If anything, it’s definitely the alcohol.”

The man looks to the side with a quirked eyebrow, seemingly not convinced, but you don’t allow yourself the time to consider any other possibility. “I’m sorry. It seems that you know who I am, but I only know you as Heeseung’s friend.” You put out a hand, and he grasps it firmly.

“I’m Jake. You must not know our group then.”

“Well. I do know of Enhypen. I heard some of your songs, after all.”

“Oh yeah?” His lips curl up into a grin. “Which one was your favorite?”

You’ve actually listened to all of them since that night you sang with Heeseung, desperate to hear more of his voice. You found that their entire discography, maybe excluding the children’s songs, appealed to you. Despite their often intense romantic lyrics that you couldn’t relate to, except for perhaps recently, you found the music addictive. If you had to choose…

“That Feeling When is pretty nice. It’s the kind of song you can fall asleep to, like in a good way.”

Jake’s eyes squint at you, the corner of his mouth quirking up before he calms his expression. “That’s a good choice.” There’s a playful tone in his voice that you have trouble puzzling out, but he suddenly looks to his side as someone gets his attention. “Ah, sorry. I’ve gotta go. But it was nice meeting you again.”

You wave politely, and he skips off.

It isn’t until you’re checking out that you realize you listed a song that hadn’t played in the bar that night.

About 20 minutes after you arrive at Secondhand, going through paperwork and other important management work, there’s a startlingly loud knock. You’re in a room in the back, closed off to the general public, and yet the noise causes you to jump in your seat. A bit annoyed, you get up ready to tell off the impatient person banging on your establishment. But when you open the door, it’s a familiar face, one that you don’t think you could ever get sick of.

Even when his bangs are styled down, Heeseung’s clear eyes demand your attention. “Are you free tonight?”

You look around yourself a bit obviously. “What do you think?”

He tilts his head to the side. “If it’s up to what I think…” You roll your eyes at his words, but he continues. “Come out with me tonight. How is it that we’ve only ever hung out at the bar?”

“Probably because I work here every night in order to make money. I can’t exactly get someone to cover my shift.”

Tired of standing at the door, Heeseung pushes past you into the bar. “How long have you owned this place?” Looking around like he’s seeing the place for the first time, he walks over to the old-fashioned jukebox and fiddles with it.

“Almost one year now,” you walk behind the bar, subconsciously looking for the familiar barrier that typically separates you. “Do you want something to drink?”

“No thanks,” Heeseung declines. “But have you never taken a night off?”

“The bar isn’t open on Mondays.” You remind him.

“That’s it?” He leaves the jukebox behind and comes to round the counter and join you. “Are you open on Valentine’s Day and Christmas too?” His question is sarcastic, but your guilty silence is all too sincere. “You have all your dates on Monday night and the rest of the time you’re married to your job?”

You scoff, “As if you’re any better. Idols can’t exactly date, can they?”

At that, Heeseung places an arm around your shoulder and leans in. You feel his breath on your ear as he whispers, “Do you really think that?”

You’re not really embedded enough into the idol industry to know the rules and regulations surrounding idol dating and soulmates, but you’ve seen enough tabloids to know that Heeseung’s proximity to you is scandal-worthy, especially if he knows who his actual soulmate is. Even still, you don’t push him away, silently relishing in his warmth. You swallow, training your eyes directly in front of you, scared of what you might see in Heeseung’s eyes if you were to turn around.

A few seconds pass before he backs off, offering out a hand in front of you. “Look, if you close down the bar for a night, I promise I’ll make it worth your while. Deal?”

You cross your arms over your chest before taking his hand in yours, “Fine.”

Author's Note: billy poco is a bop. so is dark blood obviously.

[wanderdell]

Better the Devil You Know

Prompt response to "[WP] most people sell their soul to the devil. You, however, decided to let him rent out your soul instead."

[part 0.1]

The devil was a chain-smoking, overweight journalist in a grubby beige suit who held a battered briefcase that had likely never seen better days.

Slouched against the wall of the alleyway, face in shadow from the rim of a hat covered in unidentifiable stains, taking no notice of the woman who stood before him. The collar of his shirt, that may have once been white, was open and un-tucked, accompanied by a loosely-arranged tie that could only be called pink if one had the optimism of a used-car salesman.

Anna was not exactly surprised that the devil came in the form of a journalist past his prime. She had expected the summoning would happen in a back-alley of a disreputable neighbourhood, out the back exit of its least desirable and most whispered-about watering hole. The whirlwind of newspapers when he materialised and the waft of mixed stink of days-old unwashed man with cheap cigarettes and cheaper whiskey had simply fit the skin of the image the devil had pulled on for the night. What had surprised her, though, was the answer to her request.

"No. I can't give you that."

Anna stared. She had followed the rules. She had done the research. She had made the bargains, sacrificed the gold and jewels, burned the bridges and the buildings, traded the information, and had been swallowed up by the underworld of people who knew better and did it anyway.

"Why not?"

He coughed wetly, dropped the stub of a cigarette and stubbed it out with a boot heel that looked to be half rotted. Put down the briefcase on the oil-stained asphalt surprisingly gently. Stood back and looked at her with an assessing gaze, eyes faint glints of reflected neon sign light from the wall behind.

"Because. The repercussions are far greater than you could possibly estimate. You would need a whole network of warehouses filled with high-end servers just to hold the information, let alone process it. You have nothing to offer me that would hold equal or greater value to that information."

"My soul is not enough for you? All the power over my existence, now and forevermore?"

Nothing she had read indicated that she would need more than a soul. It had given men of ages past wealth, glory, and power beyond compare. A single soul had bought armies, nations, empires.

"The information you request is worth far more than that. The fact that you believe renting out your soul like it’s a lifetime subscription service is sufficient tells me you are not prepared to receive that information, nor prepared to deal with the outcome of having such knowledge."

Anna looked down each end of the alleyway and took a step backwards so she could feel her back press against the locked door. She had made the arrangements with the owner for this area to be clear for the night, but there were things she couldn't plan for, interference from players she couldn't guarantee would stay away.

"I gave you the contract. I've outlined the terms, indicated the plans, given you the offer of the price I am willing to pay."

He drew out a white box from the inside of the grubby suit jacket, drew out a cigarette, and she watched it light itself as he put it between his thin lips. The devil puffed away contemplatively, seeming to have all the time in the world, and Anna thought about the minutes ticking away on all the promises she had had to make to get to this moment.

"What you plan to do with the information is not my concern. My only responsibility is balancing the weight of the consideration you're going to give me in payment with the weight of the knowledge I would give you. Unless you have made bargains with powers greater than I, Ms Blackwell, I sincerely doubt there is anything you have or have access to that could be enough."

Anna had. She had hoped not to have to play that card. Made almost entirely certain in all her research and bargains and sacrifices that parcelling out her soul would be sufficient in the trade. She didn't care about her soul, her eternal damnation, the personal repercussions of the deal. It was the political; the repercussions of how the world functioned. The Earth would be unraveled. The fledglings on Mars would have their wings broken, and return to the dust from whence they came.

"In addition to the price of renting my soul in exchange for the information on all the people on Earth and Mars currently alive who have made a deal with the devil, I offer you a promise,” she told the devil. “The services of Poseidon Industries for up to and not exceeding 24 hours only, and the true name of the archangel Uriel."

"Done."

....

Here to practice writing. Any and all feedback is very welcome!

[damianacottstudio4]

Experiment

new experiment, i was just looking at this work and wasn't feeling like it was complete, so i decided to try and create something new and test out what i had in mind

before i actually conducted the experiment onto the canvas i made a couple mocks to identify what colours work best, if new colours were a better option or if i should stick to the same colours

i found that the pairing of the red and pink was what worked best, i liked that they complemented each other rather than being combative and creating tension

the final result was interesting, i mean i am not totally against it but i am not for it as well, i feel that this was more of a experiment rather than a planned creation

in saying that though i am still glad i did it, it provided me with an answer to a question, this being what would it look like if i layered these stencils on top of this particular canvas?

i feel like there is too much going on, it is quite unpleasing or it just doesn't work, the colours clash with one another and in turn it has kind of separated the elements of the work (lego figures/joker stencil) rather than tying them together to create a smooth reading or is this because of the colour choice

i did think the colours would work,

i then to the mock into PS cropped and adjusted the images colour balance and came up with this look, i felt it looked good, it reminded me of a neon sign outside of a restaurant or like in Radiator Springs

i also knew i wanted to make it like a previous work i did, just placing the images side by side on one row then the next inverting/flipping it

the first version on the left i felt that it still looked off especially since the top level was the full image and the bottom line was 3/4, so i decided to move the whole image up to cut of just enough from both sides to finish the look, however know i am uncertain a to which i like

from this i then created this new work

i wanted to add text and initially played around with the five W's, and other phrases, words etc.

i then had this thought of adding a url, i knew i wanted the www and .com included because i felt that this was definitely needed to present enough information for the audience to create/realise/find the relationship

it actually kind of reminds me of like a cyber attack or comedic still in a film roll, like an intro scene or something, kind of has this piracy feel to it , i am very pleased about this work

i also like that the text isn't directed to anyone, its like open ended

who is this we -> is it third-person, second-person, or first-person ? does this change the reading ? -> i think it does affect the audiences reading

but also the imagery layered beneath the text is of the joker, maybe that is why i feel it is like this piracy film or social commentary thing ? it definitely feels like its a critique about something or someone/groups of people/communities etc. however at the same time i feel it isn't -> maybe the two exist simultaneously

[curious-prod]

Kira

The allies, that's how her group of anarchistic squattes call themselves, are all out already. Only Kira is left in her crochet hat and the navy blue rain coat. Her friend, Eduardo the mouse by her side. 'Why even', she mumbles, a few times. 'Why even.' There was this moment of cold fringe inside her. Again. Philosophical thoughts, maybe enhanced by the frequence of not fully sobered human brain strike her mind: 'What does all of this matter?' With a breeze of booze. Not like an existential crisis, rather.. 'Why am I even here? What do I have Marco for. I call him my friend. What the fuck even. Friends are people to enhance your social experience when you need someone to go to an event eg. And the bummer??' She scratches her head, 'The bummer is to take so much. To take the insults, the childishness, to tolerate unspoken uncomfortableness. I used to destroy relationships for calling out destructive behavior. Oh the irony. Now I don't. For the sake of company. The price? Embracing this delicate social dynamical balance, only held because of shutting the fuck up. Like tolerating a parasite. Eather I push them to be what I see, they're equals - btw always ending up blaming me in the end for being such a hard, unempathic, cold person who's selfish. Or, I don't even wanna say it.' She gets up, changes into a beautiful green fabric dress and walks thoughtfully but calm up the concrete hallway to a window at the end. The sun hides behind grey clouds and the purple, pink greenish neon buzzez up the city. 'There is a solution. A sole exchange. The host gets company and opportunities because people have knowledge and networks. Take a step further. Care for them. Ignore the blood sucking. Because that's what they do. Sacrifice ur view of humanity. Give up the opportunistic attempt in change and truth for most of them. Give them unconditional approval and emotional support, like ud give to a baby. And don't take anything personal. Detach completely for the sake of taking them seriously. Feel above even if you hate that feeling. Eather that or refuse to feel above and accept loss. I dunno.' She slides to the ground, a little relieved. Gathering knowledge has always been the thing for her: 'Of course they hiss, they connect me with.. I dont tolerate their shitshow so they take a look outside of the circus tent with me for the first time, and see the bringt, a little flickering neon sign written in caps PERSONAL SHIT OF .. why accepting when you could also blame the first person to be near. The rest is still a nice theme park. But with buried, therefore jokingly obvious demons the image and marketability, even the market value drops drastically.' She knows if they'd portray it and make the progress and planned restructuring transparent, even more value would add to the theme park. But this barely happens. 'Do I desperately want to make myself believe people are good? So bad I rather lose everyone and take the favour of the doubt, blame the vanish on me because all they did was they left because I'm too harsh? While they tried - what's all I expected from them? Or.. do I give up on my ideology and stop to blind myself from the truth. People stay if I have honeyed words, like literally with this knowledge there is no way of not manipulating people for the outcome of a good network. And I must acknowledge the early developmental stage they're in.' She turns her back and walks away. On the back of her dress the words imprinted

'never judgemental, never nice' OR

'always judgemental, always nice'

You decide.

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 115

Achilles Castle part 20

Cameo by Olivia Benson.

Kate: pov Liv is calling me asking how I'm doing in the Hamptons. I tell her I'm at the ER for the 3rd time and explain everything to her. Liv is telling me about her recent case an old guy with dementia is being accused of sexual assault. Wow that's a hard case to solve/prove since the guy can't remember. I can hear Fin in the back telling her they got a lead in their case. Liv tells him she is on the phone with me and I'm in the ER again. I mention I'm getting released in a few minutes, I let them both get back to work. The nurse comes in and hands me a release form to sign. Esposito wheels me out to the car, the ride back to the house is short.

Esposito: pov Kate is going to relax on the sofa for a few minutes. Castle called ahead to let the store know we are coming since he is famous. I'm carrying the wheelchair to the car, if Kate needs to we can get one at the mall for her. Kate mentioned the Dr told her she will be very fatigued, so take it easy today. All of us pile into the 2 cars. The mall is packed so we have to park far away. Martha is pushing Castle in his wheelchair. Jim and Lanie are holding Kate's hands since it's a far walk from the parking lot to the mall entrance.

Martha: pov we are finally In the mall after walking pretty far from the parking lot. Alexis and Dave are seeing if they can get a wheelchair for Katherine. It looks like this is going to be a lot of walking for Katherine.

Dave: pov me and Alexis find the desk where you can borrow/rent the strollers and wheelchairs. I ask the guy if we can get a wheelchair, he says lazy people have been using them so they don't have to walk. He says he is sorry to have to do this but do you have proof that your family member needs a wheelchair. Alexis mentions I know you are just doing your job but some people have disabilities you can't see On the outside. She mentions it's her step-mom Captain Kate Beckett she is a homicide Captain out of the 12th precinct who needs the wheelchair. She has a heart condition and has had previous heart surgery, she was shot in the chest at her Captain's funeral a few years ago. The guy says to tell her thank you for your service.

Jenny: pov all of us finally make it to the build a bear workshop store Jim is pushing Kate's wheelchair. An employee is waiting for us outside the store. It is decided Kate will leave her wheelchair outside of the store that way other customers can still move around. In the store I'm helping Sarah Grace pick her bear. She wants the glittery neon pink bear, Ryan is telling me to pick a bear for the baby. Turns out he got a recording of the baby's heartbeat to put in the bear. I find a blue bear that says baby's first bear. How cute is that?

Castle : pov I found out that you can dress your bears in police uniforms which is so cute. I tell Jim I know how you're always worried about Kate and miss Johanna. When I found out you can put audio in the bears I managed to find audio of Johanna to put in a bear for you and Kate and on top of that I got a recording of Kate's heartbeat to put in a bear. That way she will always be near you. Kate picked out a very fuzzy bear. Jim picked out the mommy bear holding the baby which Is so cute, and a fuzzy one. He also grabbed the police uniform for the one bear.

Alexis: pov Dave tells me to pick out a bear, I pick a rainbow colored one. Before they stuff our bears. The employees have to put the recordings in the bear. Ryan and Jenny go first, putting the baby's heartbeat in the bear. We then head to stuffing while dad, Kate and papa Jim get their recordings in.

Jim: pov Castle first hands them the recording of Johanna. The employee has to listen to the recording before putting it in to make sure it works. Once that is done Castle hands him the other audio, the employee asks what the audio is he says her heartbeat. He says congratulations she's barely even showing. Lanie says no you miss understood Kate is a homicide Captain and she was shot at her Captain's funeral a few years ago, she has a heart condition from it and the audio is her heartbeat now years after her shooting. The room suddenly went very quiet while the employee was checking the audio. A few people were crying, and the employee named Phil says, to Kate thank you for your service.

Kate: pov Sarah Grace picked the barbie pink outfit and accessories, Jenny picked the oneself for the baby, Alexis went with a cute outfit. Once all of us were done and Castle had paid we headed for the door. Lanie helped me back into my wheelchair, it was decided that our group is stopping for pretzels before leaving. Turns out the stand has a salt free option meaning I can eat it. Esposito makes sure to order water with our snack afterward Alexis and Dave drop off the wheelchair. The car ride back to the house is short.

Martha: pov everyone is doing their own thing till dinner Katherine fell asleep on the sofa a few minutes after we arrived home, Richard has been taking his pain pills regularly, he is getting some writing done. Jenny and Ryan are playing with Sarah Grace. Alexis and Dave are back at the beach together, they walked there. Lanie is sitting outside with Esposito not wanting to be too far from Kate in case something happens. Jim is also outside reading, I'm heading upstairs to read some lines. To be continued. ……….

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

270 of 2023

The Colors of the Rainbow

Created by joybucket

Red When was the last time you were angry, and why?

Probably from the morning today, because I was in hurry to work.

When was the last time you ate strawberries?

A few days ago, the Dutch ones from Albert Heijn.

Did you have a valentine last Valentine's Day?

Yeah, my husband.

Have you ever ran a stop sign?

I don’t drive.

Are you bold?

Some say I am. But let the others decide.

Orange Do you burn with passion? What's your passion?

Yeah, I’m very passionate about photography and travels.

When was the last time you ate carrots?

Yesterday, in a soup.

Do you own a shirt that's orange?

I don’t think so. I have almost all colours, but not this one.

Do you celebrate Halloween?

No, I don’t.

Do you like candy corn?

I don’t even know what it is, honestly.

Yellow Are you a generally happy person?

I al, even though life is hard sometimres. There’s a huge will to live in me.

Do you like to lay in the sun?

I do, but I prefer being active, especially at the beach.

When was the last time you ate a banana?

I don’t like bananas.

Do you like to drink lemonade in the summer?

I’m afraid lemonade means something entirely different in America than in Europe.

Would you ever plant sunflowers?

We used to have sunflowers in the garden when I was a kid.

Green Is there someone you envy right now?

No, I don’t envy anyone.

Do you have good luck?

I do. I must have multiple lives like a cat.

Have you ever found a four-leaf clover?

Yes, more than once.

What was the last green thing you ate?

Broccoli.

Are you part Irish?

Not that I know of.

Blue Are you a romantic?

Not at all, I think I’m in the aromantic spectrum.

Do you like to swim?

I’ve never learned to swim, even though I was born and raised at the sea.

Are you an easygoing person?

Some people say so.

Do you own a blue shirt?

Yes, a few t-shirts.

Do you like to stare at the sky?

I do, but not when it’s too bright outside because it hurts my eyes.

Indigo Do you what color indigo really is?

I don’t see any difference between this and blue, for me it’s just a shade of blue.

Do you like blue jeans?

Yes, but I prefer light blue ones. Like, washed.

Would people describe you as warm or cold?

It depends on a person. Some say I’m very warm, some say I give off the cold vibe.

When was the last time you ate grapes?

Yesterday.

Are you an oddball?

Definitely.

Violet Do you see yourself as royalty?

No, everyone is equal to me.

Do you own a purple shirt?

I’m not sure, probably I do.

When was the last time you ate blueberries?

Last week.

Are you an intuitive person?

Somewhat. I better trust it more.

Are you a peaceful person?

Most of the time.

And some bonus categories....Pink Are you girly?

Not at all, I’m just a stereotypical dude in some way.

Would you ever own a poodle?

Not a big fan of dogs.

Do you like the color pink?

Not in particular. But I don’t hate it either.

Have you ever dyed your hair pink?

Yeah, I have.

Is there anything pink in your room?

One of my calendars is light pink.

And some more questions... What's your favorite color?

Black and green.

What's your favorite color combination?

Black and neon green, black and purple, black and hot pink, surprisingly.

What's your least favorite color?

Brown. So boring.

What are your favorite colors to wear?

Black or white, with a hint of another colour.

What colors are your bedroom?

Green, blue and white. All bright.

What color are your nails right now?

The colour of nails lol. I don’t see the point of painting my nails.

What color is your car?

Black.

What color are your eyes?

Grey.

What color is your hair?

Brown.

What color is your phone?

Light blue, and metallic.

What color is your laptop?

Black, but with lots of stickers.

Rainbow Do you support gay pride?

Well, I’m gay myself, and I’m with them forever, and I will always support people of different sexualities and gender identities. But I don’t really identify with the LGBT+ movement because I’m neiother proud nor ashamed of who I am. Sometimes ythings just happen, it’s not like my orientation was a choice.

Do you feel free?

I do. Even my disorders don’t restrict me; I always come back to the game.

Are you free?

I live in a free country, so yeah, I am. I can express myself freely.

When was the last time you saw a rainbow?

Two months ago, I think. But it was short and faint.

Have you ever seen a double rainbow?

Yeah, I have. But it’s been years ago.

Have you ever seen a full rainbow?

Yes, but it’s been more than a few years.

And lastly... What's your best friend's favorite color?

Red, definitely. And black to wear.

What colors do you like?

Except my favourite ones, I like red and purple, too. And blue.

What colors do you dislike?

Brown, and I’m not a big fan of yellow and orange.

What color is the shirt you are wearing?

I’m wearing a hoodie, as usual.

What colors look good on you?

I couldn’t care less.

What colors don't you look good in?

I couldn’t care less either.

What color was your senior prom dress?

I know everything’s acceptable these days and I’m tolerant and accepting as well, but I cazn’t see myself wearing a dress as a guy.

[lunamochii]

Deux valent mieux qu'un

cw; chamber x f!reader, two D’s, mirror chamber, sex in public(i think..), not proofread

You were assign to a mission together with Jett, Phoenix and Chamber but Brimstone contacted you guys that they need 2 more person since Viper and Raze that was with him got taken and is currently being treated back in the base

“Stay safe Y/N!”

Jett exclaimed before hopping to the helicopter or whatever they call that, now you’re all left alone with Chamber and the silence between you guys is choking you

Clearing your throat, you grip your weapon tight and signal him that you’re going to the other side. Setting up some traps along the way, you decided to camp at a tight spot that barely 2 people can squeeze in

‘Fais attention chérie’

You heard Chamber speak through the earpiece and you only utter a silent hum, minutes passed by and there’s no sign of the mirrors. Just as you were about to change location you heard Chamber’s teleport, signaling that he teleported near to where you are

You silently walk and saw him dusting him self, even fixing his hair

“Chamber? Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be guarding the other location?”

“Oh... alors c'est toi”

You rolled your eyes and cling your gun on your side as you walk up to him

“You know very well that I don’t understand french”

“Pardon ma belle, I decided to check you here that’s why”

Your eyebrows arch knowing that Chamber never leaves his post, shrugging it away, you told him to follow you. Both of your steps were quite as possible and just when you were about to take a turn, Chamber pulled you and pin you against the wall. His one hand covering your mouth as he signalled you to stay silent

“Fuck! Where is that damn old man?!”

Your eyebrows furrowed whe you heard Neon’s voice before you could even react, you heard a gunshot and a thud

“That’s one, hm where could she have gone too?”

That’s where you gather all your strength and manage to push away the Chamber in front of you

“Who the heck?!”

You scream and the man in front of you just smirk

“Y/N! What’s wro— You…”

The other Chamber position his gun and the other one chuckle

“This isn’t part of our deal”

Chamber said those word as calm as possible, while pointing his gun at his double. The other one just chuckled deeply and pulled something out from his pocket, it was a perfume. The color of it is a mix of purple and pink

Chamber raise his eyebrows and the mirror just sprayed it in the air, even you was questioning why he did that, but you were answered the moment you inhaled the scent

“What— What’s that?”

You drop on to your knees as you began coughing, your face beat red. Chamber rush to your side and help you to get back on your feet, but the mere interaction made you gasp and grip hard on to his arm

“Ma cherie! What’s wrong?”

The mirror chuckled and sat on the box that is just in front of you

“It was a invention of one of our agents, quite amazing right?”

You glared at the mirror as your body began to feel more hot, you even unbuttoned two of your buttons from your polo that you’re wearing

Chamber held you close to him as he look at his counterpart, clearing his throast, he held out his hand while looking straight at the eyes of his mirror

“Give me the antidote of whatever the fuck is the cure for this. We didn’t agree on this.”

His voice is firm and the grip he had on you is only making it worse from you, you squeeze your thighs together to calm yourself but you only shivered at the friction you just made by yourself

“Cure? The one who made that haven’t come up with a cure but I know what will make it disappear”

“What is it?”

“Have sex with her”

Chamber is always compose but what his mirror just said made his eyes go wide, do it with you? In here?

You felt yourself throb just by hearing that suggestion and you pinch Chamber making him look at you, the effect is stronger now and it’s becoming unbearable. You tiptoe and grab him by his neck as you place your lips against his

“Please please, I can’t handle it anymore. Want you in me”

Chamber curse and hug you tightly, you moan into the kiss as you press yourself more towards him. You don’t care anymore if his mirror is watching, or you will be spreading yourself in front of the two Chamber

“Hng” you moan out when you felt your lover’s hand go down and got in between your legs as he began to stroke your core

“Stay still” Chamber whispered onto your ear as he began to stroke you, you can feel your legs wobbling. You know for yourself that you won’t be able to stand any longer than this

“My lap is free~ Come sit le miroir de mon amant”

Chamber pulled away from your lips and look at his mirror. He smirk and made you turn around so you are facing the mirror, Chamber pulled your panties down and since you’re only wearing a skirt. You wet core is full view to the mirror when Chamber decided to lift you off the ground. You heard the other one hiss and immediately got up and kneel down before you

“Will you let him have fun too, bien-aimée?”

You never have nodded your head fast and the mirror immediately lap his tongue on your folds, as you moan out loud, you were basically shaking when the mirror inserted one finger, his tongue flicking on your clit. Sucking you hard.

“Oh god! Fuck!”

Chamber chuckle hearing your moans and curse, not wanting to miss out the fun he put down one of your legs but the mirror decided to put your one leg over his shoulder as he press his lips more to your folds

“Face me”

You obliged and you are met by a hot kiss, Chamber’s hands is now groping your breast. Getting annoyed by your garment he tore it and pull your bra up, as he played with your nipples

The stimulations the men that is giving you weren’t that much help by holding back your release, you grab on the mirror’s tongue and look at him, meeting his eyes

“Coming… I’m coming..”

You manage to say and the mirror just nodded as he went back on his business, Chamber lift one of your arm so he can suck one of your breast.

Your curses was followed by a loud moan when you came in to the mirror’s mouth, you lean your back to Chamber as he continued on sucking to your breast. The mirror stood up as he lick the side of his lips

“But I’m not done yet”

The mirror said as he unzip his pants and you swear to God, it’s almost the same size of your very own lover

Q“Relax now, cherie” Chamber whispered to your ear and you heard unzipping sound from your back

———————————————————————————

If it weren’t for Brimstone that have contacted Chamber and told you guys to go back now, their cock wouldn’t stop bullying your insides

“W-We need— ah!”

You moan out when the mirror slap your ass hard as you get back on sucking your lover’s cock, Chamber’s hand stroking your cheeks as you bob your head faster

“I know but you can go for other round right?”

“Vincent! I c-ca—“

You were stop when Chamber push your head down and came inside your mouth, tears streaming down your face as you gulp his cum down. When he pulled away he was satisfied with your look

“Hnng! Faster please!”

You beg the mirror as you reach your hand towards his hand that is place on your hips

“What a slut, want my cock deeper? Hm?”

“Yes! Please! Fuck me harder!”

Chamber were amuse by your words as he grip your cheeks and capture your attention by kissing you, he eyed his mirror and the other understood right away, the mirror pulled you up and pulled his cock out

Chamber lifted one of your legs and let out a moan when he inserted his cock inside your pussy, your eyes rolled back as you felt the mirror push his cock inside your other hole, if this goes on any longer, they will break you

“Holy shit…” you curse out as you grab on to Vincent’s shoulders as they began to move together, swearing to no end, you feel yourself getting close on losing to your sanity

“Merde! You fucking love it when there’s two cocks inside you, huh?”

Your half lidded eyes look at Chamber and nod as you put your head at the side of his neck and began giving him kisses there, you don’t even recognize your voice anymore, your moans that is becoming more slutty.

“Pleaaase let me cum! Cum inside me! I want your loads of cum inside me, Vincents!”

The two men laugh as they fuck you harder and faster, a pool of precum is forming underneath you, your juices leaking from your thighs as you began to feel a another release

“Let’s get this over” Chamber uttered and the mirror agreed and in one final thrust they both came inside you and you swore to yourself that you can pass out right there and then

The mirror Chamber immediately pulled out and let the rest of his cum spilled on to your back as he let out a satisfied sigh, he didn’t waste time on fixing his self, as he watch you lean close to your lover

“Vincent..” He heard you call out to his Earth self

“Yes, mon amour?” Chamber stroke your cheeks and wiping your tears away as he hug you close, kissing the crown of your head

“I love you” you uttered before darkness consume you, Chamber took off his vest and wrap it on you as clean you with the handkerchief he always carry

After doing so he carried you bridal style since he heard the ride back to base is getting nearer, he look at his mirror and wondered why he have a longing gaze towards you

“Hope you didn’t fall inlove to my lover” Chamber said and the mirror just laugh and a portal appeared beside him

“I won’t. But I hope sure her mirror self will fall in love with me”

Chamber’s eyebrows raise and the mirror laugh

“See you again, mon ami”

With that the mirror step inside the portal and disappear together with the portal. Chamber shrug his shoulders and start to walk towards the open field, he also notice that the Neon mirror is gone but he couldn’t careless why

++++

“Is she okay?”

Sage ask the moment she saw you on Chamber’s arms, when she touch your forehead you were burning

“She has a fever, quick lay her down”

“Désolé mon amour” Chamber uttered and kiss your cheeks but he refuse to lay you down on the floor. Instead he sat down and let you lay on his lap, his arm as support for your head

“What happened?”

“She couldn’t handle two” He joked but Sage just look at him with questioning eyes

“Nevermind. Just please treat her”

———————————————————————————

“Vincent Fabron!”

The mirror Chamber was greeted by a high pitch scream, he let out a groan and walk towards where the voice is coming from

“Did you steal one of the bottles in here?!”

There you are, the love of his life, atleast in his mind he have already courted, go on dates, exchange iloveyou’s, and fuck you

“Why would I do that mon amour?”

Your mirror self huff angrily and crosses her arms as she look at him up and down

“You fucking reak of sex”

Chamber smirk and took one step closer, putting both of his hands on each side. He stare deep into her eyes before pulling out the bottle he used while ago

“For a feedback, it doesn’t have a effect on men. Although it certainly has a great effect on a woman.”

Her brows meet together and Chamber sprayed the cologne across the room and covering her nose wasn’t much a big help

“What are you saying?” She ask and she almost let out a moan when Chamber rub her core with his knee

“I say that I have fuck your counterpart. Won’t you let me actually bury my cock deep inside you?”

Her eyes widened and not too long she fell into his arms but who would have thought that this mirror of Vincent Fabron would be a total sub in front of your counterpart

Your mirror certainly made sure he will be punish by having sex with her earth self, mirror Vincent promised that he won’t do that again if it will only result by him getting tied up. Too much for his ego.

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finish 12/11/22

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