#i wish we could just lock all the idiots in a room together

[dustofthedailylife]

texting Dan Heng "baobei, come over" when we need help with something,,,,, and him getting all flustered and shy sksksks

(baobei = treasure in chinese)

A/N: pls, the man would short-circuit- This also got longer than I expected... oopsies. Well, I hope you enjoy <3

"My Treasure"

ft. Dan Heng x (gn!)Reader || [Fluff] -> Masterlist || → Taglist

"Baobei, can you come over for a sec? I need your help with something."

What would be an entirely normal direct message on his phone in the eyes of anyone else, was exactly the opposite to him.

Why did you call him a term of endearment in his native language out of the blue? Who even taught it to you? And did you even know what it means?

He could feel his face heat up uncontrollably and he immediately locked his phone again, looking around in panic to see if anyone was looking at him right now. He wished to avoid anyone seeing his reddened cheeks at any cost.

Mr. Yang was currently reading through some magazines and Himeko was currently somewhere else on the train, as was March. Lucky.

He quickly got up and headed for your room, halting in front of your door and trying to recollect himself before daring to knock on it.

He was leading possible conversations with you inside of his head to be prepared for as many possible outcomes as he could think of, which in turn made him more and more nervous.

Were you going to ask him out? Did you return his feelings? Are you planning to confess? Did you just mean to tease him and he was overthinking it?

He was most likely overthinking it. Sure, he had a crush on you but there was no way you would be able to know. He made sure you wouldn't find out under any circumstance. He believed March had her suspicions about it since she kept hinting at things, but he made sure to seem as indifferent about you as he possibly could every time.

Little did neither he nor you know that March knew everything and was trying to play the wing-woman for you two; The two idiots being obviously in love but at the same time too dumb to confess to each other.

By now his palms were sweaty and his heart was racing at light speed in his chest and he hadn't even knocked on the door yet. At the same time, he had no idea for how long he had been standing there, just staring at your door, but if someone would spot him hesitating like that, while also being beet red in the face, they could put two and two together.

In hindsight, it probably would've been smarter to just knock instantly without overthinking and getting this over with. Especially since his cheeks had grown even redder while he had done so.

As soon as he heard the door to the wagon he was in being opened he snapped out of his trance and finally knocked. Mostly just because he feared it would be Himeko or March. He wouldn't hear the end of their teasing if they spotted him in front of your room this flustered. Upon hearing your voice call him in he slipped right in as fast as he could without seeming suspicious.

"Hi! There you are finally!" You cheered, running over to him with a tablet in hand.

You were trying to show him something and ask him some questions, but he was too distracted to listen properly. What didn't help was that he felt like he was burning up from the inside with all the blood that was rushing to his cheeks. Admittedly, standing next to you after you called him baobei in your DM earlier, he even started to feel a little lightheaded.

"Hey, Dan Heng?" You looked at him visibly concerned with furrowed brows. "Are you not feeling well? Your face is all red and you look a bit out of it?"

"W-wha? Hmm? No, I'm alri-"

He was, in fact, not alright in the slightest. Especially not when he was cut off when you brushed his hair out of his forehead to feel his temperature. The skin-on-skin contact made everything even worse. For someone who was so put together usually, he currently was everything but.

"Good lord. You're burning up! Come here, lie down on my bed for a second."

He could absolutely not do that. He needed to leave. Fast.

"No, I'll just go lie down in my room instead. Just message me if you need anything from the archives."

"Okay," you nodded happily. "See ya later, baobei."

He winced at the mention of the word directly in person. You too didn't miss it and furrowed your brows in concern once more.

"Uh, did I say something wrong?" You asked, seemingly catching onto the fact that the word you kept saying to him could possibly be the reason for his strange behavior.

"D-do you know what that word means?"

"What? Baobei?"

He winced again before nodding and averting his gaze.

"Well... March said it means something along the lines of 'Bestie', I heard it when we were on the Luofu and thought it sounded cute."

So she was responsible for this. March, you would have some explaining to do.

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[theemporium]

yes please, I love ur Remus stories <3 maybe write about him and reader having a fight but the other boys kinda agree that she's right and remus getting mad at them too? idk if u understand what i mean haha but a happy ending ofc

thank you for requesting!🖤

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You and Remus didn’t fight often, not really.

You had the odd squabble here and there, the ones that didn’t really mean anything and would usually end with the both of you laughing it off. Or the ones that were so stupid that you’d go a few hours not talking to each other before realising just how dumb you both were.

But it had never been this bad. And it had never been in front of an audience either.

“He’s gonna come around, bug, just gotta give him some time,” Sirius murmured as he slumped down onto the couch next to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side.

“Is he though?” you whispered, the thought that had been plaguing your mind for the last few days and saying it out loud only made the pit in your stomach deepen. “He hasn’t spoken to us in three days, Sirius.”

“He’s just a stubborn git sometimes,” Sirius assured you with a soft squeeze to your shoulder. “He needs some time to realise that he’s wrong. He’s gonna come back to us, bug, I know our Moony.” 

“I’m just worried,” you admitted, your chin tucked against your chest as you stared down at your hands, picking at the skin around your nails before another hand reached over to bat your fingers away.

“We are too,” this time it was James who spoke as he settled on the other side of you, flashing you a smile that made the tightness in your chest ease a little. “But he’s a good egg, even if he is a bit emotionally slow sometimes.”

In all honesty, you couldn’t remember exactly what the fight had been about. It started off as a conversation about the full moon and Remus’ safety, and it ended with you two yelling at each other from across the room before he stormed off after Sirius and James stepped in, backing you up.

He didn’t return to the flat that night and you heard from Lily that he had crashed at Mary’s place for the time being. You were happy he was safe but you wish he was home, you wish he was with you. Sleeping in your bed alone only further set you on edge and the fact the house seemed so empty didn’t help. 

It was why the two boys had been hanging around as much as they could. You knew exactly what they were doing, even if they didn’t say it out loud. But you appreciated the gesture nonetheless. 

“What do you feel like for dinner today?” James asked as he reached for the pile of takeout menus lying on the coffee table. “It's your turn.”

Sirius frowned. “I thought it was my turn?”

“Yeah but you’re gonna choose something weird,” James grumbled, narrowly avoiding the attack when Sirius leaned over to smack the back of his head.

You laughed. “Both of you are actual children, I—”

But you cut yourself off when you heard the door lock turning. 

In an instant all three of you were standing, the boys taking a stance in front of you with their wands drawn and ready, only to pause when they noticed it was Remus walking through the door. Remus, with heavy bags under his eyes and a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand. 

“Hi,” he whispered, taking in the sight of his two friends before his eyes fell on you.

“Hey,” you whispered back with a timid smile.

“Uh, we’re gonna go!” James suddenly announced as he slapped his hands together. “Isn’t that right, Pads?” 

“Very right indeed, Prongs!” 

If it weren’t for the werewolf standing a few feet away from you, you would have found the sight of two grown wizards scattering and rushing towards the door quite amusing. But your attention was completely snagged on your boyfriend.

“Let me just get this out before you say anything,” Remus quickly spoke up before you could even open your mouth. “Please.”

You nodded for him to continue.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered out as he began to walk closer to you. “I am so fucking sorry for being an idiot these past few days. I am sorry for having my head up my ass. I am sorry that you just cared about me and my safety and I freaked out on you.” 

His eyes never left yours as he stopped a few inches in front of you, letting out a shaky breath. “I guess it’s still hard for me to remember that I have people who care about me and accept me. That I have someone like you who loves me unconditionally.”

“Even when you’re being an ass,” you added with a soft smile.

Remus grinned. “Even when I’m being an ass.”

“I just want you to be safe,” you murmured softly, almost as if you were scared to kick off the argument all over again.

“I know, I’m sorry I freaked out,” he muttered as he placed the flowers down gently before taking your face in his hands. “I love you and I would have done the same for you.”

You leaned into his touch. “I love you too, Lupin.” 

“Thank fuck for that,” he said with a sigh of relief before he leaned down to kiss you.

“Be honest,” you muttered against his lips. “Did Mary kick your ass when you told her the whole story?”

Remus snorted. “Big time.” 

Your grin widened. “I knew I loved her.”

.

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[katherines-imagines]

Still Into You

pairings: hazel callahan x reader

warnings: obliviousness, literally so oblivious that its frustrating, bad writing

key: *** - time skip, faux - fake

summary: The Fight Club has been trying to get Hazel and Y/N forever, so when Y/N has a concert with her band, the Fight Club tries to bring the two together..

For as long as the fight club could remember, Hazel and Y/N had been hopelessly in love with each other, but the two were clearly, completely oblivious. Really, it stressed everyone out. No matter what they tried, the two idiots could not get together. They had tried everything. They planted fake love letters, they set up real love letters, they arranged blind dates with each other, they even tried locking them in a room (subtly of course), but nothing seemed to work.

“Nothing is working,” PJ complained to the group. They were having a secret meeting without Hazel and Y/N. “This has gone on for far too long,” PJ said, the group nodding in agreement. “I mean, at least Y/N tries. Hazel’s the problem.”

“No, remember when Hazel got Y/N coffee,” Brittany pointed out.

“She got all of us coffee.”

“Oh,” Brittany said dejectedly.

“Yeah, she was only going to get it for Y/N, but she chickened out last minute,” Josie recalled. The group collectively face palmed. “Ok guys, we have to come up with something.” As the group sat in silence trying to come up with a new plan, a loud gasp came from Stella-Rebecca.

“Oh my gosh I totally forgot, Y/N has a band concert and she invited all of us!” The girls started chattering excited as Stella-Rebecca started passing out the tickets before Annie clapped her hands.

“That’s it,” she exclaimed. The group turned to her in confusion. “This is how we get them together! We get Y/N to sing a song to confess her feelings, and we help Hazel know that she’s singing it for her. It’s perfect!” Unconsciously, the group mentally simultaneously agreed that Annie was the smartest of the group.

“Great idea,” Isabel gushed. “So how are we gonna do this?” The girls huddled around Annie, ready to here the game plan.

“Ok, so here’s what we’re gonna do..”

***

“Hey are you good over there,” the lead singer asked. Y/N nodded, nervously tapping her guitar. The fight club had told her to sing a love song, and look directly at Hazel to confess. In all honesty, Y/N would do anything just for Hazel to finally realize her feelings. This was the last resort, so she would give it her all.

“Ready guys? We’re on in five,” the drummer notified the group. Nodding, they got in position. Taking a deep breath, Y/N reassured herself that she could do it.

While Y/N was getting ready, the fight club found their seats, putting Hazel directly where Y/N would be able to view her easily and vice versa.

“So Hazel, you ready to see your girlfriend,” Sylvie teased. Blushing, Hazel shook her head in denial.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Hazel said with a faux scowl. I wish, Hazel thought to herself.

“With how she talks about you, I’m honestly surprised,” Annie enticed. Annie was sure that if Hazel had puppy ears, they would be perked right now. Hook, line, and sinker.

“How does she talk about me,” Hazel asked curiously, trying to play it off smoothly. The group subtly gave each other knowing glances before Annie answered the oblivious girl.

“She always says, ‘Hazel’s so pretty’, ‘Hazel’s so organized’, ‘she’s so cool when she fights’. Seems like she really likes you.” Blushing, Hazel looked off into the distance. Maybe Y/N did like her as more than a friend? No, of course not, she think’s of Hazel as ‘just a friend’. a/n: fucking adrien agreste vibes

“I think Y/N told me that she would be singing the last song specifically for you, Hazel,” Isabel said slyly. Head snapping towards Isabel, she bombarded the poor girl with questions.

“Really? For me? You’re not joking?” Isabel blinked before answering.

“Yes, yes, and no,” Isabel smiled. A huge smile settled on Hazel’s face before the light’s dimmed. The group focused their attention to the stage, where their friend stood on stage. As the audience applauded loudly at the band’s entrance, Hazel clapped the loudest.

The band made their way through the songs, until finally they were at the last one.

“Before we finish up with our last song,” Y/N said with a bright smile. “I wanna dedicate this last one to someone I’ve been trying to tell them, but they’re just a little bit oblivious.” With a nervous smile, Y/N stared directly at Hazel, and motioned for the band to start. The main singer took a step back for Y/N to sing. They started playing and Hazel could recognize the song, ‘Still Into You’, by Paramore. Oh my god, Hazel thought. This was their song. The song playing when they met. The song playing when both girls fell for each other. Theirs. As Y/N sang, her gaze never left Hazel’s.

“Even after all this time,” Y/N sang, looking at Hazel. “I’m into you. Baby, not a day goes by, that I’m not into you!” As they finished the song, a huge applause came out, Hazel’s mouth dropped. ‘I love you Haze’, Y/N mouthed. Hazel could feel her heart beating hard in her chest and she finally mouthed the words back.

‘I love you too’.

A/N: @deadgirlwalkingtaylorsversion wrote a post asking about the reader confessing unconsciously during a concert, but I tried putting my own little twist to it (hope that’s ok). I’m taking requests if y’all have any! Hope you all liked it!

#hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan imagines #bottoms movie #bottoms x reader

[fxlling13]

Because Of You

Part 2.

Dh!Master x fem reader

Part 1

Synopsis: you finally get away from the doctor.

Warning: bad language. Blood. Pain

(A/N: so I decided to write part 2 haha. And in a different pov. Just ahead of this weekend obviously)

After another harrowing adventure, it was safe to say you were exhausted. And now the master was banned from tagging along. Apparently he’d become dangerous again. In reality, you knew the doctor was still bitter over your bond. Plus, it gave him alone time to plot an escape. He knew where his tardis was, it was just getting there. Before you had chance to find him, the doc stopped you and announced she had somewhere else to take the two of you. Yaz was thrilled, smiling as the blonde began to ramble.

“I’m tired.” You spoke softly, hoping for some understanding. At that moment, all you wanted was your bed. After spending the past five hours constantly running, that’s exactly what you needed. That and a bath. Instead, the doctor rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“I’m not stupid (y/n). I know that you’re just going to find the master.” You sighed tiredly, rubbing your eyes. Not having the energy to argue, you just shrugged.

“I wasn’t but never mind. Let’s go.”

Oh how you wished you could have stood up for yourself more. As you were hiding behind a large stack of crates, your heart was pounding and your ears ringing. The doctor and yaz were nowhere in sight. They had fled without a second thought. So here you were, listening as heavy footsteps grew louder and you knew you had to get out. Pulling yourself up, you dashed for the door and found a padlock. Great.

“Human life sign detected.” A robotic voice echoed around the metallic room and your blood ran cold. Having no other choice, you smashed the lock with your fists and ran through the door. Sadly, there were armed guards ready which meant your legs carried on. On the other hand, their weapons were knives so easier to evade. Saying that, one managed to snag your shoulder as you rounded a sharp corner. Quite literally. Seeing the tardis, you threw yourself inside with urgency and slammed the door.

“There you are!” Yaz yelled, but not with relief. Turning round, you gaped for air as your lungs were burning.

“The hell did you go! We’ve been waiting here like idiots. Couldn’t you keep up?” The doctor was almost screaming, storming over to you with purpose. Now confused, you rested against the wooden doors to steady yourself.

“We had the right to just fly off and leave you there!”

“Then why didn’t you? It’s not my fault, you abandoned me. I told you I was tired.” You spoke through heavy breathing, adrenaline wearing off. Once again, the doctor rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“You love to make excuses up huh? I hate liars.” Everything caught up to you, your anger becoming too much. Harshly, you shoved the blonde back.

“You think I’m lying? Look at me!” Yaz was quick to go to the doctor, holding her close.

“I’m covered in blood! Because you left me alone with a set of killer robots!” You shouted in a fit of rage. And you were right. Your hand was balled up, each knuckle wounded. Your shoulder had a large gash to go with this, the pain becoming more apparent each second. Huffing, you pushed past them weakly and began to walk up the stairs before stopping. Turning back to the two women, you pressed your lips together before speaking.

“He would never let me get hurt.” Your words hit the doctor hard and Yaz had to keep her restrained as you left. Once around the corner and down the corridor, your lip began to tremble and your body grew weaker. Suddenly, you felt hands land on your shoulders and gazed up only to instantly relax. The master peered down at you with worry. You succumbed to your needs and fell into his chest with ease. Your body wracked with sobs and the man holding you tightened his grip.

“Hey hey. It’s okay sweets.” Hooking his hands under your arms, he picked you up effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you clung on weakly.

“I’ve got you now.” The masters voice was low and gentle, his hand running along your back. You faintly heard him mutter ‘hold on’ before your head began to spin. More than it already was. Everything was hazy, falling in and out of consciousness. You barely registered what your body was feeling. But you could make out the press of the masters lips to your temple. Then everything went black.

The doctor stood in the console room, messing around with the controls. She could feel eyes boring into the back of her head and sighed.

“What do you want?” She sounded bored, turning to face the master. He strolled over, jacket long gone and hands tucked into his pockets.

“You haven’t noticed.” Was all he said, standing right in front of her. The doctor furrowed her brows, casting her eyes around.

“What?” He just chuckled at her not knowing and aimlessly walked around the console.

“You and (y/n) had a pretty heated fight I see.”

“Only because you have corrupted her.” Scoffing, the male leant against a pillar and tilted his head.

“No I haven’t. And you know I haven’t. That’s what’s driving you mad.” He slowly took a step towards the blonde with a smile on his lips.

“You can’t stand that she chose me over you.” He chuckled, running his tongue along his teeth. Pulling his hand out, he twirled it round in the air with expression.

“And to make things worse for your overworked brain, it kills you that she loves me. Doesn’t it?” The doctors nostrils flared with rage, nails digging into her palm as the master continued on.

“And I love her. The one human you can’t have. Because she’s mine.” He finished, smiling smugly.

The Doctor went to slap him but he grabbed her wrist with force. They stared each other down, him finding intense joy at her upset. Laughing, the master moved away and head up the steps.

“What is it then? What haven’t I noticed?” The doctor spat, halting the man. Smirking, he turned and looked at her with pity.

“We’ve been gone three days.” He whispered patronisingly, waving at her before pulling out his TCE and disappearing. Leaving the doctor to wallow in her own feelings.

When you awoke, you found yourself in a room you didn’t recognise. What you did know, was you were lying in the most comfortable bed you had ever been in. Purple silk sheets surrounded your body, your head resting on two perfectly fluffed pillows. Gazing around the room, you saw how nicely it was decorated. In front of the newly found four poster bed, was a cracking fire. A beautiful grey tiled mantelpiece encased it with intricate galifreyan carvings. The wall to your left was lined with dark book shelves with the most luxurious books imaginable. There was also a desk slotted between. Slowly, you sat up and looked down at your hands. They were neatly wrapped up, as was your shoulder. Then you realised you were wearing only your bra and a pair of very loose pyjama pants.

“You’re finally awake.” The masters voice greeted you warmly, the door clicking shut behind him. Coming to your side, he perched on the edge of the bed.

“Where am I?” You asked, voice horse. Smiling, he placed his hand in yours and you relaxed immediately.

“On my tardis. In my room to be more specific.” He told you, happy to see the relief on your face.

“You got us out?”

“Of course I did, love. I couldn’t let her treat you like that any more.” Gently, he reached up and stroked your cheek, thumbing the skin with care. His eyes raked over your figure, fingers tracing the bandages.

“I hope you don’t mind your attire. I wanted to make sure I could clean everything.” Blushing, you shivered under his touch but shook your head.

“I don’t mind. How long was I out?”

“Three days, I put your mind in a deep state of rest.” The master moved closer, almost caging you against the pillows. But you didn’t complain, instead you felt comfort. He rested his hand by your waist, your own hand came to hold his arm securely. Almost hugging it.

“I went back to the doctor. Gave it to her straight. I should have hurt her but, I couldn’t leave you for that long.” Smiling at his words, you rested your head on his shoulder and sighed.

“How about my room? Do you like it? It’s much better than the doctor’s tardis right?” You almost giggled at his need of approval.

“I love it. It’s a lot nicer so far. Plus your bed is so comfy.” Leaning back against the pillows, the master helped you to sit straight and get comfortable. Inching closer, the man was still facing you but practically sat on the bed beside you. His hand landed on your clothed thigh, smoothing over the fabric tentatively.

“She hadn’t noticed, by the way. We’ve been gone for three whole days. And the doctor didn’t notice a thing.” He laughed, simpering as he lined the pattern on your pants with his finger.

“Why would she? I’m not important. You on the other hand-“

“Don’t say that ever again.” He spoke sternly, eyes looking straight into your own. Frowning, you cast your gaze down to his hand on your thigh.

“But I’m not important to her. And I don’t care.”

“Well you’re important to me. And I’ll destroy whole galaxies to prove that.” Your heart sped up, swallowing thickly and hoping he couldn’t tell how flustered he was making you.

“Really?” You questioned, causing him to hum in confirmation. Sucking in a breath, the master trailed his hand along your inner thigh and up to your waist.

“Yes. I will burn heaven and earth for you.” His eyes flicked down to your lips briefly, the blush on your face spreading to your ears. You looked up at him shyly, lashes fluttering.

“Stop looking at me like that, (y/n).” The master groaned, leaving you confused.

“Why?” Smirking a little, he cupped your jaw with intention. Without saying another word, he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours. Heat filled your body. You kissed back instantly, ignoring the initial shock. Your arms wrapped around his neck to tug him in closer, the male practically hovering over you by then. He pulled back with caution, smiling down at you.

“That’s why.” Gleefully, you rolled over, successfully pinning him beneath you. The master grinned, holding your waist. He looked proud at your tactical move.

“Hah. Got you.” You giggled playfully, resting your elbow down to get closer to him.

“Only you can get away with man handling me, dear.”

Delicately, he traced along your face before trailing down and leaving his hand to cup the side of your neck. Placing your own free hand on his chest, you sighed.

“How do we get back at the doctor? You must have a trick up your sleeve?” You wondered out loud, hearing him cackle slightly.

“Oh of course I do. And with you by my side? It’ll be easier than ever to get her exactly where she deserves to be.”

#doctor who #doctor who x y/n #dhawan master x reader #the doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor x reader #13th doctor x reader #whittaker!master #dhawan!master #whittaker!master x reader #the master x reader

[carmybears]

Surprise Visitor

This was a dumb idea that really got away from me.

pairing: carmy berzatto X female!reader

summary: Your sexy surprise for Carmy is derailed when a certain cousin of his decides to make an unplanned visit. Mentions of sexy stuff, but no actual smut.

word count: 2.4K

“Oh fuck!”

“Oh shit, shit, shit!”

“Cousin, who the fuck—“

You sprang to your feet, desperately trying to find a blanket, a sheet, anything to cover your nearly naked body as Carmy blocked the hallway leading from his front door, trying desperately to push the man who you can only assume was his “cousin,” Richie, back the way he came.

To say that this was a surprise would be an understatement.

Tonight was supposed to be a night of fun for Carmy, a chance to blow off steam after you knew from his myriad of frustrated text messages that he’d been having a bad day.

God, the toilet’s broken…again. This fuckin place will be the death of me.

Jfc Richie just managed to get himself locked in the walk-in. this day is endless.

Wish me luck for dinner service. I’ll be thinking about you.

The plan to surprise Carmy by being in his apartment, clad in only lacy black lingerie and one of his aprons, had been brewing in your mind ever since he had given you a key. It seemed like, if ever there was a day to give him his surprise, it would be today. Obviously, you hadn’t expected company.

“Get the fuck out, Richie,” Carmy commanded.

“I’m staying right the hell here until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”

You froze on the spot. Despite your best attempts to protect your modesty, the nearest item to cover yourself was the hoodie you had thrown over the back of Carmy’s kitchen chair when you’d arrived, and it was very much in full view of Richie.

“Carm,” your voice wavered, still stunned by how quickly your plan had gone downhill. “I’m kind of trapped here.”

 “Y’got clothes somewhere?” Carmy poked his head around the corner and you saw the flush rising in his cheeks, making his already stark blue eyes all the more striking.

“In there,” you motioned to his bedroom down the hall.

Frustrated, he scrubbed a palm over his face and then disappeared from your view. “Richie! Eyes closed and turn the fuck around.”

“Why do I have to do both?”

“I said turn around.”

After a beat, you crept forward, seeing Carmy with his hands on the taller man’s shoulders, keeping him still. Swiftly, you tore across the apartment, apron flapping around your bare thighs as you ran into Carmy’s bedroom and slammed the door behind you.

You hurriedly grabbed at the small duffle bag you had brought along with you, pulling out a pair of leggings, an old concert t-shirt and a pair of fuzzy socks for good measure – you wanted to cover about as much skin as humanly possible right about now.

You were in the process of untying the apron from around your waist when you heard the soft knock at Carmy’s door.

“You ok in there?” his voice was muffled through the doorway, but his concern for you was still evident.

“Fine,” you huffed.

The wooden door creaked and you visualized Carmy leaning against it, his brows knitting together in concern. “At the risk of sounding like an idiot, what’re you doing here tonight?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” You grumbled at him as you continued to fiddle with the ties of the apron. Your fingers were trembling slightly in embarrassment and you were starting to suspect that you were only making the knot tighter. “Can you come in here and help me with this damn thing?”

The door opened just a crack as Carmy slipped into the room, sidling up close to you – close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning across your face. His fingers covered your own and he began to deftly undo the knot that you had created.

“Well, I think we were all surprised tonight, sunshine.”

You pouted at him, still feeling a bit sour that your evening had gone to hell so quickly, but you felt yourself melt when he lifted his eyes to yours and smiled warmly at you.

The knot at your waist was undone, and gravity began to do its work of pulling the apron away from you. Carmy slipped his fingers under the ties that lay around your neck and helped you to pull it over your head. You caught his eyes skimming over your body, lingering at the delicate lace that covered your breasts and arched over the curve of your hips.

“You know you can surprise me anytime,” he mumbled low enough for you to hear.

You ignored the way that his voice sent chills up and down your spine and made warmth begin to pool deep in your stomach. Instead, you socked him gently in the arm and began pulling your t-shirt over your head.

“By the way, what the hell is Richie doing here anyway? I thought you said he never comes over.”

Carmy rolled his eyes and raked a hand through his hair. “Oh he’s been going on and on about some denim jacket he swears that Mikey gave to him that I supposedly stole and brought with me to New York. I didn’t exactly have much of a choice when he followed me home and said that he was going to steal it back.”

“That’s frustrating.”

“That’s Richie.”

Fully clothed and feeling marginally less rattled, you took it upon yourself to be the first one to leave the bedroom.

“Cousin! You going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

“What’s going on,” Carmy began, his voice annoyed as he continued walking down the hallway, rounding the corner to the living room, “Is that you were an unexpected guest. Now, Richie, meet y/n. My girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Did hell freeze over? There’s no way you’re dating this broad.”

This broad? Seriously? Suddenly, many of the stories Carmy had told you about Richie began to make sense.

“This broad is standing right here, and she’s less than delighted to make your acquaintance under these circumstances,” you piped up, extending a hand to Richie. “But seeing as we’re here now, I suppose it’s nice to meet you, Richie.”

Richie took your hand and gave it a curt shake.

“Nice meeting you too, Carmy’s girlfriend. And I want to get it out of the way now that I didn’t see anything. Well, except your ass and a bit of side boob.”

Your eyes widened and Carmy stepped forward, angling himself in front of you protectively.

“Cousin,” he snapped. “Are we looking for that fucking jacket or what?”

“What, in your bedroom? Where there’s probably fluids and stuff? Nah, you can go look; I’m gonna stay right here where I am now, thank you.”

“Unbelievable.”

You placed a hand on Carmy’s arm, giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze right over his 773 tattoo. “Hey, how ‘bout you just go and grab the jacket? Its fine, I’m fine. Really.”

Carmy’s eyes searched your face, looking for any hesitation in your features before finally looking warily over to Richie.

“Behave yourself, would you?”

“Always do.”

You rolled your eyes at Richie then crossed through to the kitchen, pulling a glass out of the cupboard and getting yourself a glass of water. Richie followed you from a distance, leaning in the threshold of the room and studying you curiously.

“Can I help you with something?” you asked dryly.

“You’re dating Carmy, huh?”

Were you going to do this all night? You nod slowly, wondering where this is going.

“How long has this… y’know, you two… How long as that been happening?”

You thought back for a moment, mentally counting the days that had passed since your first official date with Carmy.

“Officially, it’s been about two months now. But before that, there were probably like 3 months where we both had our heads up our asses, not quite sure how to talk to each other about how we felt.”

“Did you meet on then apps then or what?”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I live in the building, so we’d see each other from time to time. Then there was this night awhile back where my front door was jammed. I was basically locked out of my apartment and Carmy brought me back here to help me out. Let me charge my phone, cooked me some dinner while we waited for the locksmith to arrive. We just kind of clicked so –“

“So you fucked him?!” Richie’s voice was incredulous.

“No, what the fuck, dude?” you were stunned. “We just started to hang out, y’know?  I’m a night owl so I’d come up here when he’d come home from work and we’d talk. With our clothes on.”

Richie seemed satisfied enough with your answer to not continue to grill you with more questions. You leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped your water, puzzled by this man and his apparent lack of verbal filter.

“I noticed he’s been happier lately,” Richie finally said after a long moment. His tone was more serious than you had heard from him all night.

“Yeah?”

He nodded solemnly, stepping closer to you.

“I’m sure you know about his brother and the restaurant and the whole big…shit show that has been going down since Carmy came back home.”

You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“Carmen just seemed pretty miserable to be back here, to be honest. He was going through it – I mean we all were, but damn. Mikey loved him; he really did. And you know I’m not actually family, but Mikey is like my brother. He was like my brother. Which means that Carmy is too. And, I dunno, as much as I give him shit, I still hate to see the kid going though it like that, you know?”

“No, I get it.”

Richie held your gaze for a long moment and let out a long breath.

“I can’t quite describe it, but he’s just been better these last few months. He just seems lighter somehow. And I don’t know if that’s you, or what, but I’m glad. The kid deserves to be happy.” He smirked and clapped a hand over your shoulder. “Just don’t tell him I said that.”

“Secret’s safe with me.” You couldn’t help but feel a seed of affection being planted for him just then. For as much of an ass and a pervert as he was, he cared about Carmy in his own obnoxious way. It was your common ground.

Carmy came down the hallway then, visibly perplexed when he saw Richie’s hand on your shoulder. You shrugged slightly, signaling to him that you were ok with the interaction.

“Found your jacket, Richie.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he held up a pile of neatly folded denim.

Richie turned to Carmy, taking the article from his hands and studying it closely for a moment before declaring: “I’ve never seen this jacket in my life.”

Carmy looked exasperated. “Richie, it’s the vintage ’76 that I found with Mikey. It’s the exact jacket you’ve been talking about all day, but you’ve never seen it because it was never yours.”

“I don’t know why you’re fucking with me right now, but I’m going to get that damn jacket.”

“Richie,” you snapped before Carmy could respond. “If you want your jacket, you’re going to have to come back during visiting hours. It’s late tonight. How about you go home?”

Oddly enough, Richie looked slightly impressed by you. Instead of putting up a fight, he handed the jacket back to Carmy and began patting the fronts of his pockets for his keys.

“Ok, fine. I guess you’re right. But I’m telling you right now that I’m coming here tomorrow after work, so I don’t wanna walk in on any freaky stuff, alright?”

Carmy rolled his eyes, but started walking with him to the doorway. “I’ll see you out.”

You followed in their footsteps for a few feet, Richie giving you an approving nod as he approached the door. “It was nice meeting you, y/n.”

“Likewise.”

Both men disappeared out the front door for a moment, standing out in the hallway with their voices low as Carmy kept the door on the latch. Their voices were muffled, but you could easily still hear every word they exchanged.

“Don’t know if this is what you wanna hear from me tonight, but I like her, Cousin.”

“You like that you got a show.”

“No, Carm. I like her. I like that she cares about you, wants to do stuff for you. And I respect that she can hold her own against the likes of me. That’s a good trait to have.”

There’s a long pause before you hear Carmy speak again, his voice slightly strained. “Get home safe tonight, alright.”

“You take care of each other.”

When Carmy comes back into the apartment, he slides the bolt into the deadlock and pauses for a moment, his eyes toward the closed doorway. You step up behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder blade and letting it linger there for a moment before you wrap your arms around his torso and press your forehead into the space between his shoulders. For a moment, you are concerned to feel him shaking in your arms until you realize that he’s laughing.

“That was a disaster,” he wheezes.

“God, don’t remind me,” you press your hot cheek against his back, letting yourself laugh about the night too.

He spins in your arms, taking the chance to hook a finger under your jaw and plant a series of clumsy kisses over your face, still smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck and allow him to guide you backwards until your back collides softly with the wall.

His kisses are growing more feverish now, his steady hands gliding from your waist and over the curve of your ass.

“Can I still have my surprise?” he asks sweetly between kisses. All the while, he’s slipping his knee in between your thighs in the way he knows makes you lose your mind. That devil.

With the delicious friction between your thighs, it’s hard to think, but somehow you string together a sentence. “You still want me? Even after everything that’s gone wrong today?”

In response, Carmy slides his hands down from your ass to the backs of your thighs, gripping tightly as he hoists you up against the wall with your legs around his waist and his straining member pressing against your core in way that made you gasp.

“I will always, always want you, pretty girl.”

And you decide he can have his surprise after all.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatoo x reader #tagging as #carmy berzatto smut #bc it's a little saucy at the end #mine

[yoke9494]

The Muffin Man.(BontenXReader Crack)

Slight obsessive Mikey.

You and Sanzu are idiots.

Kakucho is a sweetheart.

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Mikey stared at everyone with bored eyes. Sanzu was missing..

"Y/n. Where is he?"

Mikey's eyes shifted over to you. If Sanzu wasn't by his side then he was with you.

You shrugged. You knew where he was, Sanzu was actually in the room. But you didn't want to bother him. He was enjoying himself and you really wanted to go on this assignment on your own.

"I can go by myself Mikey. It won't be a problem at all."

Mikey knew it wouldn't. He trusted you, but he was very protective when it came to you. Anything you wanted, he'd get. Anything you asked for. He'd do. Mikey loved you, you knew this and he knew that you felt the same.

But neither of you ever acted on it.

*flashback*

Mikey's known you since his Toman days. Kenny was the one who knew you first. Your mother worked at the same brothel Draken lived in, meaning you stayed in a room close to his.

One day you happened to walk out of your room when he and Ken-chin were walking in. Mikey remembers thinking that the prostitutes seem to be getting younger when you pass by them in the hallway.

He remembers his heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him before waving goodbye to Ken.

"Stay out of trouble Y/n."

"You're one to talk Mr. Delinquent. But I'll try."

Mikey watched you walk to the elevator.

"Ken-chin. Who was that?"

Draken looked down at Mikey who was still looking in the direction you walked in. "Y/n. Her mom works here and she stays in that room over there. She's pretty cool I guess. We hang out when we're not busy."

Feeling betrayed he looked up at his supposed friend. "And you've been keeping that angel from me?"

Draken clicked his tongue and sat on his bed. "Don't you dare Mikey. Y/n's a good girl and gets straight A's in school. She doesn't need a delinquent in her life. That girls going to either marry a doctor or have her own business one day."

"But you're in her life! You even said you hung out together!"

Again Draken made a noise. "We hang out here. Never in public. I keep her out of Toman's business and we mainly just talked about her school and clubs."

"I can do that with her too! Introduce me."

Draken shook his head. " Say you get a chance with her. You'll bring her to meetings just to show off, word will get out and you could put her in danger. You'll constantly bother her and distract her from school, meaning her grades will drop. She's too nice for you, so of course she won't say no to you and you'll take advantage of that. Leave her be."

Mikey huffed. "You make me sound like a horrible person."

"You are."

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Mikey respected Draken's wishes and stayed away...

Just kidding!

Whenever he saw you he made sure to wave. When Kenny had to leave him in his room for a few minutes while he fixed a water heater, Mikey wasted no time and ran to your door to finally introduce himself.

Sometimes he got lucky and he saw you walking home from school and offered you a ride home. Was he just waiting around for you? Maybe..

He was over the moon when he came home one day and saw you in his kitchen. It turns out you and Emma were put in a group project together so you'd be spending time in his house!

He remembers begging Emma to become your best friend just so he could see you. He nearly hugged her to death when she said you guys were already friends.

He felt like he was getting closer to you every time you came over. He'd make sure to always be home just so he could talk to you. And since you were Emma's friend, Ken-chin couldn't tell him to stay away.

Mikey thought luck was on his side when he dismissed everyone from one of Toman's meeting. He saw you looking around, what were you doing here? Were you looking for him?

Your eyes scanned the crowd until you locked eyes with him. Your smile made him feel weak...

Only it wasn't for him.

You ran towards someone else and Mikey felt his heart shatter when this person opened their arms to lift you up into a hug. He felt jealousy burn his chest when you wrapped your legs around the person's waist and clung to them like a baby Koala.

Baji Keisuke, his own friend was the source of his jealousy.

Mikey hated this feeling. He forced a small smile when Baji grabbed your hand and lead you over to him and the others. He hated that his hand twitched into a fist when Baji introduced you as his girlfriend. He gritted his teeth when Baji had told him the story of how he fell for you.

His mother had hired a tutor for him and that tutor just had to be you. Baji claimed he hated you and that he thought you were just some goody good who looked down on him. But that slowly changed when Baji lost his temper and threw the books you were trying to have him read. He yelled at you to leave and to never help him again. You were just wasting your time and killing your own braincells by being next to him.

Mikey fought the urge to roll his eyes when Baji told him you didn't run. You picked the books back up and sat down next to him. You untangle his hands from his hair and smiled at him. You told him you don't scare easily and that you believed in him. You knew he was smart even if he didn't think so. You weren't going to give up on him. 

Ken-chin was right. You were too nice. All that niceness belonged to him and no one else. But here you are giving it out like he didn't exist.

But that didn't stop Mikey! Nope. You and Baji wouldn't last. He was sure of it...

And just like that, Baji was gone. He was gone and your heart broke into a million pieces. Who was there to pick those pieces up?

Monjiro Sono.

He healed you before he even healed himself. He made sure you mourned for Baji but still look care of yourself. He made sure you slept when he himself stayed awake at night. He made sure you ate when he himself went a day or two without eating. He dropped you off at school and made sure you updated your friends on your mental and physical health, when he himself started getting swallowed by darkness and pushed his own friends away.

Was it right? No. But the one thing Mikey did right was letting you in when he was drowning. You were his and he was yours. He was sinking and happily dragging you down with him. That's how it should be.

*End of flashback*

"So, what do you think Mikey?"

Koko's voice brought him out of his daze. He didn't hear a thing..

'Shit..'

Keeping his stoic face he gave a small nod. This seemed to please Koko as he finished up his expense report. Mikey was dazed out during the whole meeting that he had no clue what was said. But that was enough socializing for him for the day.

He dismissed everyone but was the first to get up to leave. He stopped by your chair and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Be careful. Report to me as soon as your done."

There was that same smile that made his heart jump. Still beautiful after all these years, after all the pain he's put you through. Even after keeping you in his grasp as he sank into darkness, you were still his light. A little dimmer than you used to be, but still there..

You placed your hand on top of his. His skin was always so cold. "I always am and I always do Mikey. Don't worry about me."

He hummed and leaned down to kiss the side of your mouth. A small habit that he had been doing for years. You watched as Mikey stepped out of the meeting hall. You waited till you could no longer see his white hair or hear his footsteps before you turned back around.

Everyone was staring at you.

"What?"

Rindou was the first to speak. "Okay woman, where is he?"

You snorted and hid your face behind your hands. "We fucked up... Like really fucked up."

Ran smirked. "Oh? What did you guys do? Tell me!"

"Not me. Sanzu's dumb ass got too fucked up and now he's... Well. How do I put this.."

Koko scoffed. "When isn't Sanzu fucked up?"

Kakucho agreed. " He's right. I don't really like the idea of you going after the target alone. He's killed high off his ass before so what's his problem?"

"Let me show you... Sanzu? Hey Sanzu? SANZU YOU GUMBALL HEADED BITCH!"

Takeomi coughed back a laugh. Ran, Rindou, Koko and Kakucho looked at you with raised brows.

Mochi reached over to feel your forehead. "Are you sick? Or did you get into that junkie's stash?"

You shook your head and slapped his hand off of you. "Nooo.." You looked over at Takeomi, speaking as clearly as possible.

"Hey Takeomi. Can you hand over one of those muffins please?"

He looked at you like you were losing it. "Wha-"

He was cut off by a giggle that came from under the table. "Do you know the muffin man?" 

Ran jumped back. "What the?"

You talked back to the voice. "The muffin man?"

"THE MUFFIN MAN!"

Every one looked under the table to see Sanzu laying on the floor and holding onto your leg for dear life.

(Takeomi) "Damn babe. What did you do to him?"

You scratched your cheek. "Well, uh... I read somewhere that when you stick pills up your ass it takes effect 2x stronger. I dared Sanzu that he was too much of a pussy to try it.."

Koko clicked his tongue and stood up. He walked out without saying a word. Mochi followed him but shook his head in disappointment. How was Sanzu Bonten's number two again? Why did Mikey like you so much?

(Sanzu) "In the morn'n I'm making waffles."

Takeomi took out his smokes and left. As cute as you were... You and Sanzu were both idiots. You two belonged in a mental institute together.

Rindou kicked Sanzu's leg. That only made Sanzu turn his head and hiss back at the younger Haitani. "Fear me, if you dare."

It took Kakucho a minute. "Is he quoting lines from the movie Shrek?"

(Sanzu) "For you baby, I could be."

You nodded. "He just started saying random quotes out of nowhere."

(Ran) "Why is he hanging onto your leg?"

Sanzu answered that because you honestly had no clue why. "If I float, the big dragon will get me and make me have donkey babies. Y/n's round soft ass is the only thing heavy enough to keep me from floating away."

Rindou eyed you for a second while Ran gasped like the drama queen he was.

(Ran) "How do you know how it feels slut?"

Sanzu looked around. "Huh?"

You shook your head. "Well I'm gonna head out. I got shit to do."

Both Haitani's laughed while Kakucho just watched. Sanzu still held onto your leg while you dragged him out.

"Nooo. My table shade! I'll fucking kill you if you don't put me back!"

"Shut up Sanzu. I need to tie you down somewhere so I can go do what I need to do."

"I wanna go."

"No."

"Aww, come on sweetheart. Please?"

"Fuck off."

"We can do that if you want to..."

You shook your leg free from his grasp and ran from the pink jellyfish.

When the other three stepped out of the meeting room, Kakucho was the one to fall prey to Sanzu.

He latched onto Kakucho's leg and started planning his revenge on you for leaving him in the halls to be raped by the horny lady dragon.

(Ran) "You know... I think I might give sticking some pills up my ass a try. Sanzu's never been this relaxed.."

Rindou tore his eyes away from Kakucho (who was trying to kick Sanzu off of himself.) To look at his dumbass brother.

"You fucking better not. Cause if you start quoting the Adams family and dry humping people's legs, I'm putting a bullet through your head."

"Aww, you're no fun little brother."

#bonten #tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #mikey sano #sano manjiro x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers kakucho #akashi takeomi #bonten x reader #tokrev baji

[michelleleewise]

Movie Night

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: fluff, all the fluff, soft smut, smuffy! friends to lovers.

Summary: it was your regular movie night with your favorite God, when things take an unexpected turn...

You jumped out of the car, walking to the trunk grabbing the bags heading upstairs to your apartment. You and Loki had been having movie nights every Friday for a few months now and it was your turn to host, so you ran to the store after work, making sure you had all his favorite snacks. Tonight needed to be perfect, tonight....you were going to tell him.

You had met the God almost a year ago, having attended the same book signing and instantly hit it off. He invited you to coffee, and you had been friends ever since. Bonding over your love of literature, pranks and the annoying siblings you both had. He admittedly made you flustered, with his long dark hair and striking green eyes and that smile....you would burn the world down to see him smile. But he never let on that his feelings went past being friends, so you placed all those unwanted feelings in a box and locked it tight. If a friend was what he wanted, you would happily be it.

So you bit your tongue when he would excitedly tell you of a new girl he started dating, suffering in silence behind your smile, never letting on that your heart cracked a little more with each new conquest. And you were there for every break up, consoling him, comforting him, making sure he knew how amazing he was, always earning that 100 watt smile. You had attempted to go on a few dates, but none of them could compare to Loki. You tried not to discriminate but he set the bar pretty high. So you gave up, deciding it better to wallow alone, but you had a plan.

Tonight was going to be different, tonight you were going to end your suffering and tell him, everything. Even if he didn't feel the same, atleast you would get it off your chest and move forward. But a small part of you hoped that just maybe he felt similar. You had been talking nearly everyday, from Tony annoying him, to Thor being an idiot, but then it became random texts asking how your day was, or wishing you sweet dreams at night. You tried not to read too much into it, but that little part of your heart lept for joy at every text.

You put the bag of popcorn in the microwave, turning it on as you dumped the other bags on the counter. You looked up seeing he would be there in half an hour making you rush to the bathroom, jumping in the shower trying to hurry and freshen up. You got out, toweling yourself off before slipping on a pair of leggings and your fluffy green sweater. Tying your hair back you applied a light layer of makeup, pulling one side of your sweater down to your shoulder you stepped back, looking yourself over when you heard the doorbell. "Ok y/n, you can do this, now or never." You sighed closing your eyes heading for the door.

You opened the door, your eyes meeting his making you lock up. "Hello y/n, you look lovely." He smiled as you looked him up and down, dressed in his black dress pants and dark blue button up, his sleeves rolled up seeing he was carrying a bottle of wine "You don't look to shabby either." You smiled hearing him laugh as he walked in, wrapping you in a hug, the smell of pine and leather assaulting your senses making you sigh. "Which film are we watching tonight?" He asked letting you go, the loss of contact making you sigh. "I hadn't decided yet, I thought we could choose together." You said seeing him nod as he handed you the wine.

Loki helped you carry everything to the living room, setting up the coffee table with a plethora of every snack imaginable. You ran back to the kitchen, coming out you looked up at him "Here, I got this just for you." You smiled, handing him the caramel filled chocolate bar, seeing that brilliant smile again "you know me so well darling." He said looking into your eyes, the nickname sending a shiver up your spine. You plopped on the couch, patting the seat next to you as he turned off the lights and sat down.

You decided on a comedy, thinking something light and funny would help ease your anxiety. You held the popcorn between you, your fingers brushing against his now and then, sending sparks through your skin. You felt him stretch his arm across the back of the couch behind you, leaning your head on it as you snuck glances at him, you watched as he slowly looked down, breaking off a piece of his candy bar, bringing it to his lips, sucking the caramel of his fingers. Watching his adams apple move up and down as he swallowed, repeating his actions you glued your eyes back onto the TV, trying to ignore the feeling growing inside you.

After a bit you felt something on the back of your neck, slowly moving up and down, so light you almost didn't notice it. You furrowed your eyebrows before realizing it was his fingers, slowly ghosting over your skin to your hairline before gliding back down to the hem of your sweater. You swallowed hard, trying to focus on the movie and not the tingling feeling between your thighs. "Darling, would you hand me that?" Loki asked, leaning over you pointing at the salt shaker. You slowly nodded, leaning forward to grab it, sitting back you went to hand it to him, seeing he had moved closer "thank you." He smiled, your fingers touching as be grabbed it. "Your welcome." You whispered, trying not to give yourself away.

You focused back on the movie, not sure what was happening. Did he feel the same? Did he want you as much as you want him? You mind spiraled as you felt his fingers in your neck again, slightly firmer, feeling him nudge his chest closer to you. You focused on the movie long enough for something to make you bust up laughing, leaning on Loki as you caught your breath, turning your head towards him before suddenly feeling his lips on yours, making you freeze. It was quick, just a peck before he pulled back, watching your reaction.

You stared at eachother wide eyed, your mind trying to process what just happened. Your eyes scanned his face, seeing a few strands of his hair falling over his eye, his expression unwavering as his eyes darted to your lips and back, yours doing the same as he lunged forward, kissing you passionately as his hand gripped the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head, you both parting your lips as your tongues glided together, exploring eachother.

Not breaking the kiss, he pressed his chest to yours, pushing your back into the cushions, one leg on the floor, the other propped on the back of the couch as Loki settled between your thighs, grinding his hips against yours as your hand tangled in his hair, pulling at the nape making him moan into your mouth. You felt his hand travel down to the hem of your sweater, slowly slipping under, his touch on your bare skin making you shiver as his fingers glided up, cupping your breast, gently kneading it, tweaking your nipple making you arch your back into him.

"I need this off, now." He panted against your lips pulling on your sweater. Leaning up slightly you ripped it off, throwing it as you grabbed the back of his head, pulling his lips back to yours. You thrust your hips up to meet his, hearing him growl as he claimed your mouth. His arm slid under your head, holding you to him as his other slipped under the band of your leggings and panties, his fingers slowly opening you up, gliding through folds, circling your sensitive bud as be pulled back, resting his forehead on yours.

You rocked your hips to match his rhythm, your hands wrapped around his back, gripping his shirt as he slid a finger inside you, gently pumping it in and out before adding another, his thumb circling your clit. Your nails dug into his back as you felt your walls tighten around his fingers. "God...loki..." you panted against his lips, feeling him add a third, curling them to hit that soft spot inside you as he nipped your bottom lip, pressing his forehead yours, panting into eachothers mouths.

"Harder.." you panted as Loki pistoned his fingers faster, harder. Gripping you tightly, your bodies rocking together as you clenched hard around his fingers as your orgasm pulsed through you. "I need you y/n, all of you." Loki breathed, leaning up he gripped the hem of your leggings, pulling them off, throwing them as you leaned up grabbing the front of his shirt, ripping it open as buttons flew across the room, your hands roamed his chest as he growled pressing his lips to yours, pushing you back down.

You broke the kiss, looking down, your fingers desperately unbuckleing his belt, pulling it out of the loops as his lips attached to your neck, biting down on your pulse point making you cry out. Unbuttoning his pants, your hands slid under his waistband sliding them down, your hands palming his cheeks, pulling him to you, needing to feel every inch of him. "Ahh...y/n..." he moaned as your hand slipped between you, grabbing his cock lining him up with your entrance "give it to me Loki, give it all to me." You breathed as his hips shot forward, thrusting into you in one push, groaning as he bottomed out. "God...y..you are perfect." He moaned.

One arm went under your back, his hand cradling your head, the other hooked under your knee bringing it to his waist as he buried his face in your neck, licking up under your ear, as he slowly rocked his hips out before thrusting hard back in, making you cry out. "Harder Loki.....fuck me harder." You whispered into his ear, your nails digging into his cheeks as he pulled out, slamming back into you. You felt light headed as he hit your cervix, making your toes curl "You like that? Hmm?" He panted into your ear as his hips thrust exceptionally hard. "Want me to fuck you until you can't walk?" He breathed in your ear, sending a shiver up your spine "god...loki yes....yes..." you groaned tilting your head back.

He spread your legs wider, hitting your deeper then anyone ever had, his pace was unrelenting as he pounded you into the couch. "Aahh...ahh...L..Loki..." you cried out, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten "that's it y/n, give it to me." He growled, feeling your walls tighten around him "aahh...Norns y/n your so tight." He gritted as you felt him twitch inside you "im...i...ahh." you tried but your brain couldn't form words, overwhelemed by the God of a man on top of you, inside you. Burying your face in his hair inhaling his scent, squeezing your eyes shut as he consumed you. "Mmm...come for me my little harlot." He growled as he slammed into you hard, pulling your orgasm from you as you came hard around him yelling his name, feeling him spill inside you.

He slowly pumped into a few more times before he stilled, you both laying there catching your breath, your fingers lazily running through his hair, the reality of what you had just done hitting you as your hand stilled. As if he could read your mind Loki pulled back slightly, flipping his hair back looking into your eyes "Are you ok? I wasn't too rough was i?" He asked watching you closely "n..no. it was....amazing." You sighed looking at him. "What is it? Tell me." He said cupping your cheek. "I...I just slept with my best friend. Friends don't do that." Your anxiety began to rise as his thumb rubbed your cheek "y/n, i.." he started "Oh god, you probably think im a slut, oh God Loki i.." You rambled as he gently grabbed your chin, making you look at him.

"I would never think such a thing of you, you are an incredible woman." He said smiling. You stared into eachothers eyes, him still buried inside you "y/n, there is something I must confess." He said leaning up on his elbow "i....I don't want to be friends with you." He said as your stomach dropped, your eyes stinging as you tried to get up "I'm sorry Loki, i...I'm so sor..." you were cut off as his lips captured yours, pressing you back down "no, I don't want to be friends, because I'm afraid I am in love with you." He smiled looking down at you. You stared at him wide eyed "y..you what?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "I love you y/n, I think I have for awhile. I couldn't figure out why every relationship I had never worked out and..." he trailed off, tracing your collar bone with his fingers "I could never give my heart to anyone" He said looking back up into your eyes "w..why not?" You asked "because it belongs to you." He smiled at you. "I am yours y/n, all of me, if you'll have me." He said watching you.

"Well, I have a confession too." You said wrapping a strand if his hair around your finger "i...I love you too." You smiled up at him. "Truly?" He asked "yes Loki, truly." You said as he leaned down nibbling your bottom lip, feeling him hardening. "Again?" You asked raising your eyebrows "what can I say, I am a God." He smiled mischievously as you laughed nervously "You did say to fuck you until you couldn't walk, and you will always get what you want." He smiled, rocking his hips into you.

It was definitely going to be a long night.....

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Drinking Games | San

summary: when you need an easy way to make money during your last semester of college, your friend gets you a job at a local bar. you wish that didn't include the cute singer who won't leave you alone, but when do things ever go your way.

pairing: Singer!San x Bartender!Reader

genre/warning: fluff, angst, smut, drunk men as reader does work in a bar, San is an idiot, but we love him anyway

Word count: 10.9k

note: My biggest fic i’ve ever written. i hope you enjoy it. there may or may not be a part two in the works.

You tie your hair up in a knot as you open your locker door. You throw your bag and phone into the locker before shutting it. You put your lock back onto the locker, so no one steals your stuff. This room may be locked by a code and only accessible to employees, but you wouldn't put it past anyone to steal your things. This was a bar after all.

You had gotten this job about a week ago. You needed a way to make money so you could pay your way through your last semester of college. You had tried working during the day, but between your classes and studying, you were mentally and physically exhausted. When your roommate Chae suggested a night job at the job where she works, you were against it. But you needed money, and what better way to make money than being a bartender?

Chae and another bartender, Miyoung, had spent the last few days teaching you the basics of drink making. You were in college, so of course you did know the basics. You and Chae would also practice drink making one your weekly movie nights. So, you at least knew your way around the bar.

You felt the heavy bass under your feet as you make your way to the bar. You nod your head greeting Jungho, one of the security guards who worked here. He was quite tall and looked like your typical scary guard, but Chae assured you that he was a big Teddy bear. Both him and Yunho, who was a guard as well.

You had some unspoken rules that Chae and Miyoung had told you about. One: Don't wear your hair down. Drunk man will grab it when you don't give them what they want. Two: Don't be afraid to show some skin. It will get you more tips. And three: Don't get involved with San. He was the leader of the group Purple Rose. You didn't have to ask what that meant since Chae had told you when it happened a few months ago.

Apparently, the last female bartender they hired thought she had a thing with San. They did sleep together, but San said that it was a one-night stand. That caused her to go 'crazy' according to Chae. There was even a rumor that she slashed his tires.

Today was your first day working without the help of Chae or Miyoung. You were working with a man named Hongjoong. You had met him when you were hired here. He was nice from what you could tell. He had some facial piercings and a sleeve of tattoos. Your favorite thing about him was his hair. It was split dyed black and white.

"What's up, short cake?" You heard Hongjoong yell at you over the loud music. They had just opened the doors, so people were starting to flood in.

"Like you're the one to talk." You joke. He was one of the shortest guys who worked at the bar. He hated when people rubbed that in. He bumped your hip as he brushed past you.

"Shut up."

The two of you get the bar prepared as people started to line up. You put on a smile as you started taking orders. You and Hongjoong worked around the bar nicely together. He told you that the two of you make a good team.

"Hey (Y/N)!" You look over to see Yeosang. He was the waiter of the VIP lounge. He would take drink orders and bring them back. The VIP lounge isn't very large, so Yeosang could manage it well on his own. "A round of vodka shots and a martini please."

You take the some shot glasses and place them on the tray he was holding. You pour a generously large amount of vodka in the glasses. You then work on making the martini. You place the mixed drink in a cute glass before placing an olive spear in it. You give it to Yeosang. He thanked you before walking off.

You look up from making a drink as the people of the dance floor start cheering. There you saw the owner of the bar standing on the stage. You knew what was about to happen. Purple Rose was about to play. The band was very popular for a small group. According to Chae, they are the main reason this bar stays afloat. The lead singer, San, had been sick, so they haven't played the last few days. This would be your first time watching them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you having a good night tonight." The owner, who told you to call him Red, spoke into the microphone. "It's about to get even better. Give it up for Purple Rose."

The crowd went crazy as four men walked onto the stage. You knew a little about them from Chae. The drummer was first. His name was Mingi. He was tall with gray hair. You smile as he jumped around the stage getting everyone hyped up.

Next were the two guitarists. On the bass was Seonghwa. He had black hair that was slicked back. He sported a leather jacket, which was his signature look. The other guitarist was Wooyoung. His hair was similar to Hongjoong's with the black in white, but the white was tucked underneath the black.

The last to come out was San, the singer. You felt like your ears were going to shatter with how loud the girls were screaming. His hair was slicked back like Seonghwa, but he had a red streak going down the middle.

"Thank everyone for coming out tonight. We are Purple Rose, and we're going to play some songs for you if that's okay?" San spoke into the microphone. The audience responded with cheers and whistles.

You did your best to watch them perform while you served drinks to people at the bar. You couldn't take your eyes off of San. The way he moved around the stage. It is like he belonged there. His voice was amazing as well. He had a natural growl to his voice.

You knew better than to interact with him though. He looked like the type who could make girls fall in love with him with one conversation. You weren't going to be one of them. You needed this job.

The group played for another half hour before announcing that their set was done for the night. You noticed that the four of them got off the stage and took pictures with the women who were waiting for them. You rolled your eyes before looking away as one girl, who barely had any clothes on, threw herself at them.

"Hello there, angel. I haven't seen you before." You heard someone say from behind you. You turn to see San leaning onto the counter with a smirk on his face. "Are you new?"

"Yes, I just started here last week." You answer shortly as you handed some guy his fifth beer.

"My name is San." He held out his hand for you to shake. You looked at his hand for a moment before leaning over and shaking his hand.

"(Y/N)."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He replied to you. You rolled your eyes at him before crossing your arms over your chest. You didn't miss him glancing at your chest.

"What can I get you to drink?"

"Trying to get rid of me so soon?"

"How did you guess?" You answered him. A loud laugh came out of his mouth, almost startling you. San liked you so far. A woman who fights back and doesn't just throw herself at him. It made him want to fight back.

"Just a beer."

You make him a glass of beer before sitting the tall glass in front of him. He thanked you before taking a long sip of the beer. He reached in his pocket and pulled out some money, but that's where you stopped him.

"It's on the house."

He should know this. All four of the band members get free drinks. Red said that it was one of his form of payments for them performing for him.

"It's a tip, angel. I only tip the pretty ones."

"And that's supposed to make me feel good?" You question him. Before he could respond, Hongjoong yelled from behind you.

"Is that why you never tip me?"

"You're not a pretty girl." San replied with an eye roll upset that he was interrupting his conversation with you.

"That's hurtful." You laughed as Hongjoong placed his hand over his heart.

"Don't worry. I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." You reply.

"Thank you." Hongjoong smiled at you before glaring at San. "That's how you compliment someone."

You felt San grab your hand gently. He placed the money in your hand. Before you could throw it back at him, he chugged the rest of his drink before walking away.

"See you around, angel."

You grumbled under your breath before shoving the money in your back pocket. You weren't going to say no if he wanted you to have it so bad.

"I don't need to warn you, do I?" Hongjoong warned. "I mean, he's a good friend of mine, but he doesn't have the best history when it comes to women."

"Don't worry. I've already been warned." You tell him. You didn't have any interest in him. You had too much on your plate to be worried about a guy.

"Good. I don't need my new partner quitting over a broken heart."

"Not a chance."

You kick a rock down the sidewalk. This was your weekend off of work, so you were able to spend the weekend studying for you finance test on Monday. You decided to take a small break and go get some food. Thankfully, you lived down the street from a convenience store. Perfect for a college student.

You pull the door open as you step inside the quite store. It was 11 at night, so the store was empty besides the cashier. You grab a basket and make your way down the aisles. After you had gotten everything you wanted, you made your way to the front of the store. You pay for your food before walking over the tables.

You pull out your phone out of your pocket as you heat up your food. You continue to watch a drama that you had gotten interested in while you eat your food. You were enjoying yourself. That was until someone sat in front of you.

"Hello, angel."

You look up to meet the dark eyes of San. You held the urge to roll your eyes as he sits his bag of food down. Out of all the chairs, why did he sit here?

It's been three weeks since you started working at the bar. Since then, San has bothered you every night since he met you. And by 'bothering' you, you meant he's been trying to ask you on a date. You spent the first week completely ignoring him, but that got tiring very quickly.

You had told Chae about this. She said something similar to Hongjoong. That you needed to be careful around him. But there was something that she also said that you couldn't forget. According to her, San doesn't chase after woman like he has with you. Most of the time when San asks someone out, they say yes. But on the rare occasion they say no, he will leave them alone. You have said no a total of 12 time. You counted, but he hasn't taken no for an answer. Maybe it's the fact that you aren't afraid to put up a fight.

"What are the odds?" You mumble as you continue watching your show.

San let you continue to watch your show as he set up his meal. You looked away from your screen as he concentrated on his food. Your eyes drifted to his lips as he bit it. You heard him chuckle as you meet his eyes. Instead of being embarrassed like San had thought, you held eye contact with him.

"Like what you see?"

You shook your head as you rubbed at your lips. "Your lips are really dry. You should fix that. Your side chicks wouldn't like that."

"Don't worry, angel. You're the only one." You roll your eyes at him. Of course, that's the only thing he would get out that. "You know what would make this even better?"

"Don't say it." You interrupt him.

"If this was a date." You roll your eyes as he ignores you.

"You wish."

"I do. I spend all of my time wishing you would go on a date with me." San told you.

"You're such a liar." You laugh at him.

"Just one date?" San asked.

"No thanks."

"Please."

"San."

"(Y/N)."

"If I say yes, will you leave me alone?"

"Yes." He answered quickly.

"Just one date." You warn him.

"Unless you want more." He winked. Before you could respond to him, he interrupted you. "Just one date. If you don't enjoy it, I wound bug you again."

"Okay." You agree.

San pulled his phone out of his pocket. He pulled up the contacts before handing you the phone. You hesitated to give this man your phone number. Worst case scenario, you'll block him. You enter your number and send yourself a quick text. You hand his phone back to him.

"I'll let you know the next time I'm free." You tell him.

"You won't regret this, angel."

"I better not."

Due to your hectic schedule, it took almost two weeks before you and San could schedule your date. At first, he thought you were purposely pushing it back, but when you sent him a picture of your full color-coded schedule, he started to understand. It also made him admire you. You worked full time at a bar while you were a full-time student. San had tried that before, but he had failed. So, he understood partially. Until then, he was okay with texting you until your first date.

You also didn’t mind texting him. He wasn’t as annoying over text. He was very offended when you told him that. The more you texted, the more you got to know about him. The two of you were very similar. You both had a love for music, except you couldn’t sing for the life of you. That didn’t stop you though.

It was a Friday night that you scheduled your date. He had told you to dress casually. He had hinted at the idea of you wearing a dress, but you turned that down quickly. You still dressed cute though. Chae had whistled at you when you exited your room. She loved the fact that you were finally going on a date. She had tried to set you up many times before, but none of them have worked out. She did let you know how she had felt about it being San who you were going out with.

“Be careful.” She warned you.

“I will.” You assured her. “I’m just doing this to get him to leave me alone.”

“Okay. I just don’t want him to hurt you. I’ll be here to pick up the pieces. After I murder him.”

You laughed at your friend. “You watch to many crime shows.”

You grab your bag and phone before walking out the door when San had texted you stating that he was there. When you get outside, you see San in front of the building leaning on his car. When he sees you, a big smile covers his face. You smile at him as you stop in front of him.

"You look beautiful (Y/N)." He compliments you.

"Thank you. You look nice as well."

"Don't tell anyone, but I'm trying to impress this cute girl I work with." San said as he opened the door for you. You slide in before he closes the door. He walks around to the other side and gets in.

"Do I know her?" You play along.

"You should." He answers. "It's hard to miss her. She looks like an angel."

"Alright Mr. Cheese. Where are we going?" San laughed at your response.

"It's a surprise." San winked at you.

"I hope it's a good one because I hate surprises." You tell him.

"It's a good one. I promise."

San starts the car and drives off. The two of you listen to music in silence while you drive to your date location. At least it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. That was until San spoke up.

"So (Y/N), if you could live anywhere, where would it be any why?"

You could help but burst out laughing. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"I was trying to start a conversation with you." San laughed. He liked the sound of your laugh.

"I know that. I wasn't expecting a question like that." You told him.

"I may have looked up good conversation starters." San admitted. You looked at him to see if he was telling the truth. His red face gave it away. At least he was trying. You would give him that.

"I've never thought about it." You finally answered his question. "I would want to stay somewhere remote. Preferably in the mountains somewhere."

"Why the mountains?"

"I used to go on hikes with my parents when I was younger. We also camped a lot." You tell him.

"The Forrest kind of creeps me out." San says. "There's bears and stuff. I prefer the beach."

"There are sharks in the ocean." You chuckle when San huffs.

"You have a point."

"There's always a risk of danger when you go out into the world. Especially nature. I think that it's worth it."

San looked over at you. Beauty and brains. You weren't afraid to tell him your opinion, even when it didn't match with his. He appreciated that. It made conversations more interesting.

"Here we are."

You looked around. "Where are we?"

"My apartment." San answered. You looked at him skeptically.

"You brought me to your apartment?"

"Yes and no." He answered. "You have to trust me."

"Okay."

Both you and San got out of the car. San grabbed your hand as he guided you unto the building. He half expected you to let go of his hand, but when you didn't and held onto his hand, he felt his heart race. He really didn't want to mess this up. He had Seonghwa help him plan this since he was the only one who had a girlfriend.

The two of you waited for the elevator after San had hit the button. When the doors opened, you stepped in. San hit the button for the top floor.

"Do you live on the top floor?" You asked.

"No, I live on the third floor." San answered.

"Then why are we going to the top?"

"Patience angel."

The door opened and the two of you stepped out. San led you to the stair that led to the roof. San held the door open so you could walk through first. You held your hair back as a burst of cool wind blew around you. It was then you could see the beautiful view he had from his roof. Being able to see the stars without hearing the traffic was nice.

"Right this way, my lady." San's arm wrapped around your waist as he led you to your date spot.

On the other side of the staircase, there was a small gazebo. It was covered in string lights. There was a blanket laid out for you to sit on. Right in the middle of the blanket there was a picnic basket and some wine. There were also some blankets to cover yourself with. San remember when you told him that you get cold easily. He set out some pillows for you to sit on.

San watched your reaction. "Do you like it?"

"I do." You smiled at him. San let out the breath that he was holding.

"Then let’s eat."

The two of you sit down as San pulls out the food. He had one of your favorite foods that you had told him. He also had his favorite food. He also brought some snacks and wine glasses to drink the wine in.

The two of you had some small talk while the two of you ate. You made San pull up the website with those questions. You both answered a few of them. After you were done eating, you leaned back and covered yourself up.

"Earlier you said you went hiking with you parents, were you close with them?" San asked you.

"We were." You answered. "I was the only child, so the three of us hung out almost every weekend. They didn't want me being lonely."

"Are you still close?"

You shook your head. "Not anymore. As I got older, I didn't share the same values as my parents. They wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer, and I didn't."

"What did you want to be?" San asked.

"At that point I didn't know." You answered. "I took a couple different college classes when I found out I liked business and finance. My parents didn't like that when I told them. They said that either I go to school for what they want, or they didn't want to see me again."

"What did you end up doing?"

"I'm a bartender. What do you think?" You laugh. "It's been three years since I've seen them, but they'll message me every once in a while to make sure I'm not dead."

"I'm sorry." San apologized.

"Don't be. I had to do what was going to make me happy." You told him. "What about you and you parents?"

"We've always been close. Especially my sister and me. At first, they weren't the blighted fan of me singing. I did what they asked and have college a go, but I ended up flunking out. It was after that they gave me their blessing." You watched San as he told you about his family. You noticed while you two were similar, your backgrounds were completely different.

The two of you lost track of time up there. Around midnight, San brought you back home. He parked his car before getting out to meet you.

"I had a good time with you San." You confess.

"Enough for a second date." San asked hopefully.

"Maybe." You tease.

San finds himself leaning in. Against all of what you previously thought of him, you lean on as well. San cups your cheeks as his lips meet yours. It was a short and sweet kiss. When he pulls away, he leans his forehead on yours.

It was then you felt it. The pit in your stomach. The ugly thing you call anxiety. You weren't used to being intimate. You haven't had many boyfriends, and you were still a virgin. You knew that San wasn't. What if you didn't meet his expectations? What if he realized he didn't want you because of your lack of experience?

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" San noticed something was off when you pulled away from him. You weren't acting like this before the kiss. Did he do something wrong?

"Nothing. Um..." You trailed off as you lost your train of thought.

"If I did something wrong, you can tell me." San told you. You shook your head.

"It's not anything you did. Can we just... Can we take it slow?"

San blinked as he finally understood the situation. He felt bad for not understanding earlier. "We can go however slow or fast you want. I won't push you. And I will never make you do anything you're not comfortable with."

San watched you relax some. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." San interrupted.

"Thank you for tonight." You tell him.

"I'll text you in the morning." San tells you. You nod at him.

"Okay."

After the first date that San took you on, you agreed to another date. That second date turned into five dates. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was nothing like you first thought of him. He was kind to you, and he never made you uncomfortable in any way. You told him that you wanted to take it slow because of your lack of experience with guys and schoolwork. He respected that. He never pushed you. He always waited for you to make the first move. Then he would take the lead.

At first, you held yourself back. You were scared to get too involved with him just in case he was like you thought. But the longer you hung out with him, the more you found yourself letting go with him. San couldn’t hide his emotions well, that you learned early on. You could tell how happy he was when you opened up to him. He always listened to you with such an intensity in his eyes. Even when you were talking about boring things like your studies. He even asked questions. He never interrupted you. He made you feel cared for which was a new feeling with you. That also scared you.

Tonight, the two of you were hanging out at his apartment. You often hung out here because the two of you had privacy. You lived with Chae, and you loved her, but she was the nosiest person you knew. The first and last time you brought him over, Chae interrogated you for a solid three hours. You had to lock yourself in your room to get away from her. You also loved the view from his apartment. He didn’t live to far from the bar you worked at. The neon lights from the restaurants and bars were all you could see.

The two of you started out watching a movie. You ordered pizza that was left half eaten on the table. All was forgotten as you sat on San’s lap. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist as the two of you made out. This wasn’t how you planned on the night to go. But when San saw you putting on a new strawberry lip balm, he just couldn’t help himself. One quick kiss turned into this.

You felt yourself getting carried away the more you kissed him. And the more you kissed him, the more turned on you got. You wanted him so badly. You hoped that he felt the same. You ground your hips against San’s. You felt yourself becoming wet when San let out a deep groan. You also could feel him become hard against your bare leg.

San pulled away from you making you whine. He smiled before placing his forehead on yours. “Angel, if you don’t want to take things further, we need to stop.”

“What if I want to continue?”

“I would love nothing more, but are you sure?” San asked you. As happy as he was to finally have you, he wasn’t going to push you. He would wait for as long as you said. He knew that you were a virgin. He would be honored if you trusted him enough for him to be the one to take your virginity.

“I want to be yours.” You told him. His hands reached up to brush against your cheeks. He pulled you into a kiss. You grip the collar of his shirt as you pour all of your emotions into the kiss. He continued to brush your cheeks as he pulled away again.

“We can stop at any point.” San assured you.

When he was completely sure that this was what you wanted, he stood up with you in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he made his way to his bedroom. You felt your back hit the soft mattress as he laid you on his bed. You sit up on your elbows as you watch him remove his shirt. You rake your eyes down his body. He was very fit, which didn’t shock you. What did shock you were the nipple piercings. You felt your heart race as he stared at you.

“You like what you see?”

You lean up and grab his hand. “I’d like it better if you were on top of me.”

“You’re wish is my command.”

You lay back has San hovers over you. You wrap your arms around San’s neck as he pulls you into another kiss. You feel a shiver as San’s hand start to pull up your shirt, exposing your stomach. You break the kiss before lifting yourself up as he pulls your shirt over your head, leaving you in only a bra. You felt yourself blush as San admired you.

“So beautiful.”

San pressed a kiss to your red cheek before he slowly made his way down your body. You tilted your head as he kissed down your neck. San felt himself grow impossibly hard when you let out a soft moan as he sucked on your neck. He didn’t think he had heard a more beautiful sound. He wouldn’t mind hearing that for the rest of his life.

His hands brushed over your bra. You stiffened for a second before relaxing. He paused and looked up at you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You told him. “I’m just not used to having anyone touch me like this.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. “You’re safe with me.”

“I know. I trust you.”

San felt his heart swell as you said that. He knew that he hadn’t had the best past with women. You knew that. That’s why it was so hard for you to open up to him. He was so glad you did. You were the most beautiful woman, inside and out. And he was going to spend the rest of your time together telling you that.

“Can I take this off?” His hands brushed your chest once again.

You didn’t flinch this time as you nodded your head. You lifted up your back some as his hands slid around your back as he unhooked your bra. He slid the bra down your arms before tossing it to the side. You felt yourself turn shy once again as your hands rested on top of your breasts. San noticed this. He kissed your cheek before speaking.

“You don’t have to hide from me.” He whispered. “Especially when you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You let him guide your arms to the side of the bed. When he looked down at your chest, he couldn’t help the smile that overcome his face. He laughed as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You laughed along with him.

“I guess we really are made for each other, aren’t we?”

You had a matching set of nipple piercings. You went out partying one night with Chae and some other friends. After spending half the night drinking, someone had the idea of getting piercings. Some didn’t agree, but most did. That included you. You already had a few piercings in your ears, so you wanted something else. That’s when Chae said she was getting her nipple pierced. The two of you went in together and held each other’s hands as you got them. Once you saw them the new morning, you instantly regretted them. That was until you saw the way that San stared at them.

“I guess so.” You laugh.

San pulled away from your neck with one last kiss. He kissed his way down your chest. You jumped in shock when San placed your left nipple in his mouth, your hand instantly going into his hair. You let out a moan when he started to suck on your nipple. His other hand went up to play with the other nipple. You hadn’t felt anything like this before. San could tell how much you were enjoying it by the sounds you were making.

“Does my baby like that?”

You looked down to meet San’s eyes. They were filled with lust as he placed your other nipple in his mouth. You thought you would be uncomfortable looking into his eyes while you were being intimate, but it actually calmed you if that made any sense. It also turned you on even more if possible. You whimpered as San released your nipple with a loud ‘pop.’ He started to make his way down your body, kissing every inch his lips could reach.

“So soft.” You heard him mumble. Once he got to the hem of your bottoms, he looked up at you once again for permission. “May I?”

“Please.”

San unbuttoned your bottoms before sliding both them and your underwear down your legs. Before you could close your legs, San laid in between them. His lips caught yours in a passionate kiss. Your hands rested on his face as he kissed you. He held your lip between his teeth as he pulled away. As he let go of your lip, he placed a sweet kiss on your nose that had you smile.

“Are you ready for me to continue?” He asked you. You nodded your head at him, but he wanted you to actually answer him. “I want you to use your words, angel.”

“Please.”

“Please what?” San teased you.

“Please touch me.” You answered him. Gave you one last kiss before making his way between your legs. He places a kiss to your inner thigh as you try to relax.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” He placed more kisses to your inner thigh as he made his way to your heat. “Since the first time I laid my eyes on you, I’ve wanted you more than anything. I knew I had to make you mine. And now that you are, I’m never letting you go.”

He placed a kiss on your clit making you jump. You had never felt so sensitive down there. You could feel every breath as San watched your reaction to him. You looked beautiful. Your eyes scrunched shut as he licked a strip up your heat. The moan that came out of your mouth made him think he was in heaven.

You gripped the bedsheets as San started to suck on your clit. You felt yourself moan louder the more San pleasured you. As soon as you felt yourself getting lost in pleasure, San released your clit. A loud whine came out of your mouth as you opened your eyes.

“Why did you stop?”

“I’m sorry, angel.” He apologized, but the smirk on his face said otherwise. “I just wanted to prepare you.”

“Prepare me for what?” You asked.

“My fingers.” You gulped at his answer. San could see the fear in your eyes. “I going to take it slow. It may be uncomfortable at first.”

“What if it hurts?” You ask.

“If it hurts, you let me know, and I will stop, okay?” You nod at Sans answer. You watch him as he goes back to your heat.

You felt yourself relax as San continue to kiss and suck on your clit. You felt him shift, so you knew what was going to come next. You tried to stay relaxed as San enter one finger into you. You shifted at the feeling. It wasn’t painful, but it was slightly uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” San asked.

You nodded your head. “I’m okay. You can keep going.”

San watched your face as he started moving his finger in and out of you. He could tell that you were starting to enjoy it. Your mouth parted as a soft moan came from your lips. He decided to take it further.

“I’m going to add a second finger.” San warned you. You let out a small ‘okay.’

San continued to lick at your clit as he added a second finger. You threw your head back as he stretched you out. It felt oddly good. San continued to watch how you reacted. He could tell when you liked something by how loud your moans were. He continued to make sure he was only causing you pleasure, not pain.

“Does it feel good?”

“S-So good.” You moan out. You could barely talk because of the pleasure. You felt him enter a third finger causing you to moan again. It wasn’t long before you felt a familiar pit in your stomach. “San, I’m close.”

“I know baby. Go ahead and cum. I’ve got you.”

You arch your back as San sucks even harder on your clit. Between that and his fingers pumping out of you, you reached your climax. You griped his hair as you moaned out his name. San almost felt like he could climax just from watching you orgasm. The way your eyes scrunched up. Your head was thrown back as his name came from your lips repeatedly. He would never forget the image.

San pulled his fingers from you as you came down from your high. You watched as he placed his fingers in his mouth before sucking them clean. When he released his fingers from his mouth, you grabbed his neck before pulling him to you. Your lips crashed in a messy kiss. You could taste him on you as you continued to kiss him, which wasn’t as disgusting as you thought it would be.

“How did that feel?” San asked as he pulled away from you.

“Amazing.” You answer still out of breath.

You run your hands down his chest as you make your way to the bulge in his jeans. His head falls onto your shoulder as he lets out a moan when you start palming him through his jeans. You were barely touching him, and he felt like he was going to cum. It was when you started to undo his pants that he stopped you.

“Not tonight.” He told you. “Tonight, is all about you. We can do that another time, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You ask. You could see how much he was straining in his jeans. He placed his hands on your cheeks as he raised your face to meet his in a kiss.

“All I want is to be inside of you.”

You blushed at his words. “Okay.”

You laid there as San got up from the bed. You weren’t ashamed as you watched him unbutton his pants. His length jumped out as he pulled his pants down his legs. You felt yourself almost moan at the sight of him. You had never seen someone so beautiful.

“How are you from this world?” You question. You smile as you finally made him blush for a change.

“You can’t just say things like that out of nowhere.”

“Well, it’s the truth.” You tell him. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

San sits on the side of the bed as he pulls you into another kiss. While he kisses you, he reaches over to his bedside table. He opens it and pulls out a condom. He pulls away from you for a second before opening the packet and sliding the condom on. He lays in between your legs once again as he kisses you. You stiffen when you felt his length brush against your heat. San pulled away before looking at you.

“Do you want to keep going? We can stop right now. I won’t be upset.” San assured you. You could tell he meant that, but you didn’t want to stop. You meant it when you said you wanted to be his.

“I don’t want to stop.”

“Are you sure?” He asked again.

“I am. Just be gentle.” You laughed. San kissed your cheek as he promised he would.

He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist. “I need you to relax for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay.” You nod at him. He waits until you relax some before he continues.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

San lines himself up at your entrance. He waits before you nod your head at him before he slowly pushes into you. You clench around him as he stretches you. You burry you head into his neck. San continues to ask if you’re okay, even though your answer is the same every time. You’re finally able to relax enough for him to insert himself the rest of the way in.

He kisses your forehead as you try to adjust to him. “You’re doing so good, angel.”

“I don’t know about that, but thanks for the compliment.” He chuckles at your response. Even if you were in pain, you were still cracking jokes. You pull away from his neck and give him a kiss. His hand goes to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss. As he kisses you, he feels you relax around him. You pull away and lay your head back on the pillow. “You can move now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

San pulls himself back before slowly thrusting into you. It didn’t hurt as much then at first. The more he continued, the better it got. It went from pain, to an uncomfortable feeling, and finally to pleasure. Even if it was torture for San to go so slow, he would until you told him otherwise. He could tell it was starting to get better for you by the way your fingernails dug into his back.

“San?” You get his attention.

“Yes, my baby.” San looks at you.

“Can you go faster?”

“As you wish.”

This time San buries his head into your neck as he speeds up. He was trying to hold off for you, but he didn’t know if he could. You felt so good wrapped around him. And the moans that were coming out of your mouth weren’t helping him.

“You feel so good baby. I don’t know how long I’m going to last.” San groaned when you clenched around him.

You could tell that he was close because his speed picked up. You knew he couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t used to going slow, but you didn’t mind the speed up. As long as he didn’t mind the marks on his back from you.

“San, I’m close.” You moan out.

“Me to baby.” San’s hand made his way down your body. Your body jolted as his hand rubbed at your clit. You let out a loud moan as he brought you over the edge. “Cum for me.”

You threw your head back as you came to your climax. San was right behind you as he finally got his release. He sloppy thrusted into you as the two of you came down from your highs. San laid his head on your shoulder as he pulled out of you. You moan at the loss.

San was careful to not put all of his weight on you as he collapsed on you. You didn’t seem to mind as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You started to play with the hair on the back of his neck as the two of you laid in silence. That was until you spoke up.

“Thank you.”

He lifted his head up to look at you. “Thank me for what?”

“For being my first.” You answer. “I couldn’t have imagined it going anymore perfect than that.”

San felt his heart swell as he placed a kiss on your lips. You responded instantly. When he pulled back, you could feel a new emotion that you haven’t felt before. One that scared you.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

San felt his eyes widen as you confessed that to him. He then whined when he realized what you said. “I wanted to be the first one to confess.”

“Way to ruin the moment.” You laugh. San gasped at you.

“I ruined the moment?”

“Just a little.” You hold your hand up with your fingers almost touching.

“Take that back.”

“Make me.” You smile. You let out a scream as San’s hands tickle your side. You slap his hands as you try to make him stop tickling him.

“Take it back.”

“Okay!” San’s hands freeze for a moment. He leaned close to you.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“You didn’t ruin the moment.” You smile at him. He placed a kiss on your cheek as the two of you catch your breaths.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too.”

You pull your hair out of your clip as you walk in the locker room. Tonight, was one of the nights that Purple Kiss didn't perform. San wasn't the biggest fan of it. Since the two of you slept together, he didn't like you being at work without him. You brushed him off saying that you knew how to take care of yourself.

He begged you to let him at least come pick you up, but you told him no. You had a test in the morning, and you didn't need any distractions. San understood that, but he wasn't happy. He sent you a pouty face just to make sure you knew.

When you walk to your locker, you furrow your eyes. The lock that was on your locker was cut off and was laying on the floor. You rush over and open your locker. You dig through your bag. Your phone, wallet, and car keys are still in the bag. Nothing was stolen, so why did someone cut the lock? It was then you saw it.

There was a package laying on the bottom of the locker. You picked it up and opened it. Out of it fell a USB and a note that said play me.

"This is some horror movie level shit." You mumble. "Oh well."

You throw the package in your bag before slamming your locker shut. Watching that could wait until tomorrow after your test. And it did because you forgot about it.

You were lounging on the couch doing schoolwork and watching Gossip Girl when Chae come into the apartment. As she fixed herself a bowl of cereal, she turned to you.

"Didn't you want to show me something?"

You looked at her in confusion until it hits you. "Oh. Look at this."

You explained to her how your lock had been cut at work and how you found the package inside. You watched her as she opened the package.

"This is something you'd find in a horror movie."

"That's what I said." You told her. "Wanna watch it together?"

"Hell yeah I do."

You saved your schoolwork before closing it out. You put in the USB. On it was only one thing.

"The real San? Maybe it's one of his stalker exs." Chae told you.

"Only one way to find out."

You click on the video. The screen was black, but there was audio. You could clearly make out San and Wooyoung arguing.

"Have you seen the new girl?" San asked.

"The one that's out of your league?" Mingi responds. You could hear Wooyoung laughing before you're assuming San hit him.

"Why would you say that?"

"Seonghwa's girl said that she was way too smart for me." Wooyound said. He wanted you as well. You couldn't figure out why though. The girls that threw themselves at them were more attractive than you.

"So?"

"You have a worst track record than I do with women."

"She's different though." San told him.

"Which is why she would never go for you." Mingi told him.

"You know you guys are supposed to be my friends, right?"

"We are." Wooyoung said. "We're just being honest."

"I think you're wrong." San said. You paused the video before looking at Chae. It seems like she had the same idea you did.

"Is this going where I think it's going, is it?" You ask.

"I really hope not." Chae answers. "I really thought San changed because of you."

You hit play on the video hoping that the two of you were wrong.

"You know what this mean?" Wooyoung says. "A bet."

"Really?" San asked.

"You have one month to sleep with her."

"And if not?"

"You owe me $500." Your eyes widened at Wooyoung's statement. Is that why San tried so hard to get you to go out with him? You felt like you were going to be sick.

"Let's be fair." Mingi said. "You have to let him get a first date before the timer starts."

"Are you in on the too, Mingi?" Wooyoung asked.

"Yes, but I don't think he's going to even get a first date."

"I don't even know why you bet on these things Mingi. You always lose." Wooyoung said.

"Shut the hell up."

"Alright. Winner gets one grand. You in San?"

Please say no.

"You're on."

Chae closes the laptop as the video ends. You stare at your lap, playing with a string on your shirt. You felt your eyes burn with unshed tears.

"You can say I told you so. I won't be mad." You tell her.

"Come here."

When Chae pulled you into a hug, you let out a sob as you cried into her shoulder. She held onto you tight.

"I feel like an idiot."

"He's the idiot if he didn't realize what he was doing." Chae told you.

"I slept with him Chae." Chae eyes widened at your statement. She knew how important losing your virginity to the right person was to you. "I told him I loved him."

"I'm going to kill him." Chae threatened. She couldn't just sit around and what you cry over some guy who didn't deserve it. She's going to make sure he regrets ever talking to you. She's going to make his life a living hell.

"You're going to have to beat me to it." You tell her.

"Well, I did just watch this good documentary on how to properly hide a body without getting caught." You laughed at Chae's statement. You pulled back and wiped your face. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to confront him." You answer. "After I pull myself together."

You put the USB and paper back in the envelope before taking a long, warm shower. You do what you said and pull yourself together. You put on some makeup and a cute outfit. He didn't deserve to see your tears. He doesn't deserve to see how much he hurt you.

"Kick his ass for me!" Chae yells as you leave the apartment.

You make the drive over to his place. You weren't sure if he was home or not. You had his spare key though, so you would just wait. You had half the thought of being petty and trashing his apartment. You knock on his door and wait a minute. The door opens revealing a half-asleep San. His smile bright when he sees it's you.

"Angel." He pulls you into a hug. He places a kiss on your cheek before pulling back. "What did I do to be blessed with your presence?"

You roll your eyes as you pull the envelope out of your bag. "Something happened at work last night, and I wanted to show you."

"Did someone hurt you? You should've let me come-"

"Calm down. No one hurt me." You interrupted him. "Except for you."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." You smiled. "Anyway, my locker was broken into. Nothing was stolen, but I found this."

You hand the envelope. He opens it before looking at you. "What is this?"

"A video that I want you to watch." You answer.

San looks at you questionably. You weren't acting like your normal self. You were shutting yourself off from him like you did when you first met. But he did what you asked and played the video on his laptop. You didn't move as you watched him. As the video ended, San reacted similar to you and just stared at the black screen.

"Let me help you out here." San looked at you when you started speaking. "(Y/n), let me explain. This isn't what it looks like."

"I'm sorry." San told you.

"I don't want an apology. I want an explanation." You raise your voice. "Was I a fucking bet?"

"At first yes." San said. That was all you needed to know as you turned to leave. "But I told them I didn't want to be a part of it anymore."

"And I'm supposed to believe you?"

"It's the truth." San told you. "After the first date, I realized that you were some one-night stand. I wanted to get to know you. The more I found out, the more I fell for you. Nothing I ever told you was a lie."

"Our whole relationship is a fucking lie!" You yell at him. "Were you ever going to tell me?"

San was quiet for a moment which answered your question. You run your hand through your hair as you blow out a frustrated sigh.

"I should have listened to everyone when they said to stay away from you."

"(Y/N)-"

"I never want to see you again."

"Please don't do this." San begged. You could see the tears start to form in his eyes. "I love you."

"You should've thought about that before you broke my heart."

“Are you sure you’re okay to do this? I can still pick up your shift.”

“Chae, I need the money.”

It has been almost a week since you had your breakup with San. You were trying to heal from the whole thing, but San was making it very hard. First it was phone calls. Then it was texts. You ended up blocking him on everything possible, but he still would give up. He never showed up to your place which you were grateful for. You know you couldn’t avoid him completely since he performs where you work, but you were still going to try. He did; however, send some sort of apology gift every day. Flowers and food would be at your doorstep every morning. He was persistent you would give him that.

“How much longer do you have?”

“2 months.”

You were so close to graduating. But in order to graduate, your fees had to be paid. Paying that on top of rent and bills had you struggling a lot. You and Chae go half on paying rent. You were even able to pay your half this month. Chae said that it was okay because she knew how hard you were working, but you still felt bad. You just needed to hold up for two more months. You know this wouldn’t be the end of your money issues, but it would help. You already had a job lined up for after graduation.

You looked at the time on the wall. “I’ll talk to you when I get home.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You threw your phone in your locker before slamming it shut. You open the new lock you had bought and placed in on the locker. Hopefully this time someone wouldn’t break into it. You didn’t have much to lose at this point either.

You start your normal routine of pulling your hair up before walking out of the locker room. It was quiet at the moment since the bar had another hour before it opened. Hongjoong had texted you earlier asking if you would because he was having some car trouble. You told him that you would come in early to set up the bar. Especially when he said that he would do his best to keep San away from you.

You listen to the DJ setting up his playlist as you polished the drink glasses all while you ignored the security guards. You knew that they were friends of San’s. You didn’t know if they knew, but by the way they were looking at you, San told them. You didn’t want any questions.

You were almost done setting up the bar when someone past you. You turn to see Hongjoong with a towel finishing up the glasses. You give him a smile which he returned.

“New hair, Papa Smurf?”

“You know. I had some mild life change, so I decided to change up my look.” You let out a laugh at his reason for dying his hair. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing great.” You lie. He looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“The truth please.”

“What do you want me to say? I found out my first love only got with me for a bet. I can’t even afford my tuition anymore. And I have to make an A on my next exam, or I’m not even going to graduate.”

The two of you jumped when loud music started playing. People were starting to be let into the bar. Hongjoong couldn’t respond to you as people started to line. You put on a fake smile as you started to serve people their drinks.

You heard the familiar screams of the crowd, so you knew what was coming. You took a deep breath as you willed yourself not to look up and to keep serving. You didn’t know what would happen if you looked at San. Would you get sad and cry? Or would you get angry and yell at him?

You bobbed your head to the music as you polished some glasses. You get a small break while Purple Rose performs because everyone wants to watch them. You felt someone staring at you, so you looked up. You made the mistake of looking up towards the stage. Your heart dropped as you made eye contact with San. He was looking at you the whole time. His eye contact never waivered even after you looked at him. He wanted you to know that you were the only person he wanted. Even if you didn’t want him anymore.

“Hey, Princess!” You turn to see Yeosang standing next to a new guy with black hair. You smile wide as you walk over.

“What can I get for you sweetheart?” You question. Yeosang motions to the new guy next to him.

“This is Jihoon. I’m training him.”

“Hello Jihoon. I’m (Y/N).” You hold your hand out for him. He shakes your hand mirroring your smile.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Tell her what we need.” Yeosang nudges him.

“Um, a round of tequila shots.”

“Coming right up.” You walk off to fulfill the order. You come back with a tray full of tequila shots and lemons. They had salt at the table, so you didn’t have to get any. You hand the tray to Jihoon before sending them off.

“Thank you.”

You get back to working completely ignoring San singing. You didn’t want to look at him again. You just wanted to forget him. Why was that so hard? He hurt you, so why do you still love him?

You didn’t notice that the band had finished playing until Hongjoong had pushed you to his side of the bar. You didn’t realize why until you saw San walk up to where he normally stands next to you. You watched the two argue before someone got your attention.

You something wet hit your arm causing you to look. Some guy had spilt his beer all over the bar, you, and some girl. The girl shrieks before walking off to what you assume is the bathroom. You grab a wet towel and start to clean up the mess. That was until the drunk man grabbed your wrist.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing behind the bar?”

“What the fuck do you think?” You question. “Working. Now let me go.”

You try to yank your arm away from him, but he had a tight grip on you. One that was starting to hurt.

“I can show you a better way of making money. Especially with a body like that.”

“You wish. Let me go.”

You motioned for security to escort him out. That was until you saw a flash of black fly towards the man. You watch in shock as San punches the man so hard, he fell out of his seat. People gathered around as they watched San repeatedly punch the guy. Security and Red arrived and pulled San off of him. Security pulled the drunk guy out of the bar while Red yelled at San.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“He was assaulting your employee.” San yelled back at him. You looked down as the two men looked at you. Red started to understand why San had become so violent, but he still couldn’t have something like this happening in his bar.

“That’s why we have security guards.” Red told him. “My office now.”

Red shoved San as he didn’t want to listen at first. San looked at you one last time hoping that you would look back at him, but you didn’t. Your eyes stayed glued to the ground. That was until Hongjoong got your attention. He watched you nod at him before walking off for a break. He waited until you went to a safe area before walking off with Red.

You make your way to the employee bathroom. You turn on the cold water before splashing your face with it, trying to calm yourself down. You don’t understand why San was acting like this. He shouldn’t be acting hurt when he was the reason all of this happened. Even if he was regretful, he couldn’t change what he did. The only reason why he talked to you was for a bet. You knew that could’ve changed somewhere along the way. He could’ve ended things after you slept together, but he didn’t. He stayed with you for 3 weeks after that.

After drying off your face and sitting in the locker room for a good 10 minutes, you got up to continue your job. You pat Hongjoong on the back as you past him letting him know you were okay. You continued to put on a brave face as you served people for the rest of your shift. Last call was an hour later. Everyone got their last drinks before you two started to clean the bar. As you were cleaning, you heard someone clear their voice from behind you. You both turn to see Red standing there.

“You mind if I borrow you for a moment?” Red asked you. You turn to look at Hongjoong. You didn’t want him to clean up by himself.

“Go. I’ll handle it.”

You took at deep breath as you followed Red to his office. He opens the door letting you enter first. You sit in the chair in front of the desk while he sits behind it. You decided to speak first.

“I’m sorry about what happened earlier.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” Red told you. “It wasn’t your fault, but someone does have to deal with the consequences.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You know my rules. No fighting in my bar. Now, do I fire the guy who makes me money? Or the girl who I pay to work here?” Your heart dropped at his questions. He can’t fire you. You need this job.

“Please don’t.” You plead. “I need this job.”

Red looked unbothered as he shrugged his shoulders. “Not my problem.”

Red pulled out an envelope and handed it to you. You opened it to see your paycheck. You scoff as you look back up at him. He really was firing you for something you didn’t even do. You stood up from his chair as you made your way out of his office. Red said something as you opened the door.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

You turn to look at him. “Go fuck yourself.”

You slam the door shut before you walk to the locker room. You hurry over to your locker before pulling your stuff out. You were going to let anyone in this bar see you cry. You could hold it in until you got to your car. You throw your bag over your shoulder as you exit the building. You walk over to your car but stop when you see who’s leaning on the driver’s side.

“What do you want?”

San turned to look at you. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he.”

“No. I’m pretty sure the only one hurting me is you.” You respond. San’s shoulders dropped as you said that.

“Can we talk? Please.”

“I thought me blocking you was my answer to that.”

“You know me. I’m stubborn.”

“That you are.” You tell him. “Let me start by asking you something.”

San looked excited to talk to you. “Ask me anything.”

“Why do you keep hurting me?” You ask him. You could see him deflate when you ask him that.

“Angel, you have to understand that hurting you was something I never wanted to do.”

“But you did, and you keep doing it.” You blink, feeling the tears hit your cheeks. “Using me enough apparently. You got me fired San.”

“What?” He looked at you shocked.

“Someone had to pay for your stupid actions, and once again it was me.”

“I didn’t- Why would he do that?” San questioned. You shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

“I know you’re struggling. Let me help you.”

“No, San.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Please leave me alone. I’m begging you.”

“Is that really what you want?”

No.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” San sighed. You could see his tears match yours. “I won’t contact you again. But just know that I never lied to you, not once. Especially when I say I love you. And that won’t change.”

“Goodbye San.”

“Goodbye Angel.”

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[dae-daetargaryen]

Take Me As I Am

A/N: surprise and henlo, so this is my vERy fiRst daEmyra fic, its not much but im happy to share it to all of you

Warnings: nope 👀 bc this is my first daemyra fic, you deserve a surprise HAAHAHHAA enjoy

"Wed her to me."

Her heart stopped,she couldn't believe her ears although a smile crept up on her face,her uncle was dead serious.

"When I offered up my crown you said I could have anything,"

Viserys did say he could have anything.

"I want Rhaenyra, I'll take her as she is and wed her in the tradition of our house."

She leaned on the door, processing what Daemon had proposed to her father.He just asked him to wed them, finally. She always dreamt of this moment,longing to finally be with him despite the circumstances. Rhaenyra loved Daemon ever since, he had been with her always.She closed her eyes as she drifts off to reminisce some memories they had, he have been always attentive to her, enchanting her with tales of his adventures,and never missed a single night without kissing her forehead as she drifts off to sleep every night.

She quietly moves to eavesdrop and twitched when she saw her father,gripping her uncle and slamming him on the floor.Of course, her father would not allow it.She wanted to step in between them and confess her feelings for Daemon,but decided against it.For she knows its wrong and realizes that Daemon just wanted the throne,not her. A tear fell from her eye after realizing it all.

It will never be her.

She chose to not wear anything underneath her night dress for she had planned again to pleasure herself that night.She is still not sure if Daemon really meant everything he said to her father, but it is worth celebrating.She made sure her doors were locked and let the curtains open a bit so that the moonlight could pass through.She begins to rethink her dreams, and as if making them real. She had been pleasuring herself every night,recalling and what her mind told her how would the Daemon of her dreams take her.

They were times she couldn't hold back her whimpers,and never even cared if somebody heard.Rhaenyra didn't care.She made her handmaidens go away early just so she would savor her solitude.In that way, she was able to cope without literally touching her uncle.

She begins to fix her bed and plopped on it, closing her eyes and breathes, sliding her hands down to her clothed breasts and -

"Princess?"

She jolted up from the bed when she heard her uncle's voice.The prince opened her doors, she made sure she locked them, but sighed and realizing that from being to excited, she completely forgot that she just pushed it close and made a quick change of her clothes. Idiot.

She scrambled up from her bed and clasps her hands together behind her, trying to look innocent as possible so that her dear uncle wouldn't suspect anything bizzare that's happening a while ago before he got inside.

Daemon peers in to look for her, her room is spacious and he found her, her bed was made up, but her night dress was disheveled.He took her all in as he looked from her soft face down to her chest,revealing some skin that he always wished to see, then adverted his hungry eyes back to her face.

"I looked for you in the gardens, you weren't there.I thought you agreed upon meeting me,"He said.The princess clasped her hands harder, cursing silently for forgetting that she was suppose to meet him.

"I'm sorry,uncle.I was just busy at the moment,"She looked up to see him go around the bed, inching closer to her."Too busy to see your dear uncle?" Rhaenyra closed her eyes for a bit, sighing in defeat. Her lie was so obvious,and Daemon chuckled softly as he begins to circle her.

"W-we could discuss it here right now, if you like,"She hated the way she stuttered and Daemon stopped.

"Actually, yes your room would be perfect than the gardens,"

Rhaenyra stilled as Daemon came closer,his hands begins to fix her night dress.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, my sweet, I think I may have heard you, several nights.."

She froze.Had he heard every single whimper from her lips?

She stilled again unable to move,her head hung down in embarassment for a short time, and  regretting her loud moans that she wished she never made every night.Daemon gave her the softest smile, "You were touching yourself." He smiles and slowly backed away,leaving her breathless even though he didn't touched her fully.He gently plopped himself down on her couch, sinking into the cushions.

He pats his knee, beckoning her to come to him.

"Sit."

Rhaenyra's eyes widened. Sit?

Oh, how she suddenly feel concious about her lack of clothing.

She cursed silently under her breath for not wearing them.Maybe he just wants to have a niece and uncle chat like they always do when she was a little girl. He wouldn't notice,would he?

And she nodded, walking slowly to him.She used to do this since she was a just a little girl, what difference could it make?

Daemon's hands landed on her waist once again, making her shiver.

"Come here," He pulled her closer, so close that his nose brushed the fabric of her thin dress.The princess trusted him her whole heart.Rhaenyra reached out to put one hand on his shoulder to balance herself as she climbs up on his lap, making sure her dress stays down and her backside covered as her butt made contact with his thighs.She didn't want him to know she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Daemon gazed at her as if she is his wife.He never looked at anyone like this, not even at Rhea obviously, nor Mysaria.

Then his expert hands place themselves around the curve of her small waist,with his niece denying the fact that she always dreamed of this moment.

His hands move slowly as possible, caressing every inch of her clothed body,oh how he wanted to rip that fucking dress off.Rhaenyra kept her hands to herself, afraid that this moment might get awkward if she were to give in to this.But, Daemon, he took them, placed them gently on his chest as he got back to give her comforting touches again.

This time, his palms passed down to her hips, then he knew, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Rhaenyra wanted to get off of him. Of course, he knew.He's not dumb.

Instead of climbing down, her head hung low, choosing not to look into his eyes, and didn't even want this moment to end even though she is embarrassed with him knowing her little secret.

He tilted her chin up, her eyes meeting his as he kissed her soft lips briefly then gazed up at her again.

" Rhaenyra.." He purrs and Rhaenyra was dead aware of how his hands are now pushing her thin skirt up,exposing her bare thighs.

She shivered as his strong hands made contact with her skin, flattening his palms,making circles that made her sigh quietly.

Daemon was one step away from undressing her, and she had to hold onto him for dear life.

"Uncle..we shouldn't be.." She was silenced by his lips on her jaw, kissing his way to whisper in her ear.

"Not a single fucking cunt can hear if you choose to stay quiet." And Rhaenyra gave in.

She had to hold back a moan when he gently nipped at the lobe of her ear, his breath kissing her skin.He pulled back abruptly, making his niece give him a look that turned him on.

He pulled her even closer, his lips on her chest.

"Now tell me, do you touch yourself more often?" He begins to slip the straps of her dress in a tantalizing slow pace, gently nipping at her right shoulder.Rhaenyra was yet silent again as her uncle fully discarded the annoying straps of her dress, revealing her firm soft breasts.

His lips brushed her skin as he pulled her closer,making her rise up a bit. "You didn't answer me, sweetness." She nodded and he smiles up at her before devouring her right mound, his hot mouth suckled on her nipple.She gasps as he continued,his other hand on her left one.She pulled him closer when she felt his warm tongue touch her right nipple, licking it lazily as he watched her reactions.He switched to the left one,nuzzling it first before giving it the same attention.She held his head, her fingers threading through his silver hair as he praised her breasts.

He then moved up to her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth, while he splays his fingers against the inner flesh of her thigh.He stopped kissing her and leaned back a bit, wanting to see her face as his middle finger traces from her clit and slowly moving downwards.

"Kepus.." She desperately rolled her hips at his touch.He claimed her neck, pressing open- mouthed kisses on the skin behind her ear.

"Spread your legs." He whispered,his lips brushing her cheek as he pulled away again.She moved, only to feel his nimble finger trace her once again,making her whimper at his loving touch.Daemon was enjoying this so much.Rhaenyra's head fell forward as he pressed his fingers into her warm folds,her hands clawing at his chest.

"Uncle.."

No one has ever touched her before.No one has ever touched her like this, no one but Daemon.

She longed to be touched like this,she dreamt of it mostly every night.Daemon held her head up, kissing her cheek as he begins to draw small circles on her nub, making her mouth fall open.

"Shh.."He says into her hair while his fingers traveled deeper inside of her, his thumb now on her little nub,rubbing faster than before.A cry escaped from her lips as she holds onto his  head for dear life,gripping his hair.Daemon smiled like bastard,as Rhaenyra took it all in.

He firmly held her waist as he moves his fingers, in and out of her.

"You...you said.." She closes her eyes as he slides his fingers up to her clit.

"Y- you -you would take me as I am." She managed to say as she whimpered from his touch.

Daemon looked up again to her face as her head lolled back from the magic touch of his fingers.

He smirked, " You sweet girl, you've been listening?"

She nodded,embarassed,but still rode his fingers desperately. He added a third finger, and Rhaenyra couldn't contain her squeaks and her moans are getting louder and louder that he had to tuck her head on his shoulder to shush her again.

His shoulder was no use, so he switched it with his mouth, silencing her moans as he kissed her.

"Move."He whispered to her lips, urging her to move against his fingers.Rhaenyra moved slowly, letting him thrust his fingers to her clit,trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Daemon licked her nipples lazily as she moves forward,her clit wanting more.She had been moving for a couple of minutes until she collapsed into him, his nimble fingers still tracing her wet soft folds.

Then he lets her rest on his chest for a minute,whispering sweet nothings to her ear as he strokes her hair.He caressed her soft back, earning a sigh from the princess.Rhaenyra pulled back up and saw her dear uncle smiling sweetly, bringing his hand to her soft face,tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "Did you mean it?" She asked in a small voice, afraid of his answer.She won't let him touch her again if she knew he was just using her to win his brother's throne.

The rogue prince sighed, despite everything and Viserys,he only wishes to spend the rest of his life with her. Of course he meant it.

He pulled her closer again, pulling off her night dress over her head as he pressed a searing kiss on her collarbone. With that,Rhaenyra smiled down at him.

"Every word."

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[maree00333]

Shopping days

!NSFW!

⚠️warnings⚠️: s3xual actions, not made for minors, 18+, sensitive language, intimate touching, and cursive language

(as the all of this says. this is not for minors)

Manjiro x !reader

it wasn't often that you got to spend time with your boyfriend, let alone both of you work two completely different job's so it can be difficult to see each other. But on the days you do get to see each other you make sure to spend as much time as possible together, and what better place to do this then at the mall?

you and Manjiro were walking around the mall in to different shops, Mikey was waiting outside one of the dressing rooms for you in yet another shop with his back leaned against the wall while he was looking at his phone. While you were in the dressing room trying on all the clothes that caught your eye in the shop, it wasn't normal for you to try on clothes nor for you go out. You usually liked to stay home and watch tv or stay after hours at work to earn a little more cash, but it felt nice not gonna lie. you liked to see yourself looking in the mirror at the clothes you're trying on, you liked looking at you're body. admiring it as you turn and twist Jeez even looking at you're own ass, the last thing you had to try on was some very skimpy style clothes. When you put them on you look at yourself in the mirror and you didn't know what to think, so what better thing to do is get some input by your trusty boyfriend,

so you call out his name as you open the dressing rooms door slightly. Mikey lifts up his head and looks around as he spots you he walks over.

''what's up?'' he said looking at you with his dark glassy doll like eyes, you take a deep sigh as you ask him.

''can you come in here for a sec?'' he looks at you as he nods, you move away from the door as you open it for him shutting and locking it when he enters. When you guys are finally looking at each other he looks at you up and down he's face slowly turning a tint of pink

''what do you think? i don't know how to feel about it.. is it too much?'' you said as you were looking in the mirror. Then you look at Mikey from in the mirror. you can tell he is flustered

''aw is Mikey shy now?'' you said playfully as you pout you're lips teasingly.

fuuuck. Mikey though to himself he could feel his cock twitching under his pants as he looks from you're ass to you're face

''Me shy? no, you just look so good i would eat you right here right now if i could'' he said flirtingly as he wraps his arms around you pulling you close as he placed gentle kisses on you're neck and shoulder as you let out a little whimper.

then he bit you softly on you're neck as you let a sigh.

''welp, i better get changed so that we can explore more'' you said said while giving his hand a gentle squeeze as he let go of you're waist and sat on the little seat in the changing room watching you as he was trying to control his growing friend while you were changing back in your original clothes, as soon as you got changed you didn't bother buying the clothes you changed in to, after all that the both of you went to the food courts and sat down, you guys talked and joked for a while

''God.. i wish i could see you wearing something like that again'' Mikey said as smirked you could fell yourself get butterflies as you replied with

''who knows... maybe you will'' you said as you rubbed you're leg up his messing around with him, you loved to tease him Mikey could feel his erection by the second as he looked down at his pants then back up at you

''shit..'' he says as he feels his cock twitching under his pants as you look at him with a grin

''Pfft.. did you really get hard by that?'' you giggled as you looked at him. and smiled

''i guess... i could help you'' you said smiling at him seductively

''come on!'' you stand up and gently grab his wrist and pull him to the unisex toilet

''huh? where are we going?''

''I'm going to help you idiot'' you said as he scoffed

''and what will you do?'' you pull him in the toilet and lock the door then wrapping you're arms around him giving him gentle kisses

''i can do a lot'' you whisper sending chills down his spine as you take him to the toilet seat

''do you trust me?'' you said as you sat him down on the toilet seat

''of course i do'' he said knowing what's coming next

''good''

#toyko revengers smut #sano manjiro smut #manjiro sano #fem reader

[cheemscakecat]

Missing in Action 3

Chapter 3: New Guy

The search for Spy continues, and the team discovers something very odd.

Contains angst, but not as much as the last chapters .

Sniper talked to Scout the next morning at breakfast. He had that numbness about him. The kind where you try not to care. He could tell Jeremy was miserable, but he also knew that Spy wasn’t being malicious.

In New Zealand, Spy watched Mundy’s biological father explain how he killed off the nation with his stupidity, ask him for money, and leave him to drown at the bottom of the ocean. And then, he got gunned down by Team Classic thinking his so-called dad was coming back. Yeah, it didn’t much surprise him that Spy’d pretended to be Tom Jones. He wanted to save Scout the disappointment of knowing his least favorite teammate was his father.

He was grateful that Spy didn’t name who knew the truth. Though, if Jeremy had put two and two together, he wasn’t lashing out. He’d heard about New Zealand. Sniper could tell he was trying not to talk about Spy around him.

“We’re gonna go on another search. Me and Engineer this time.” “Hmm.” Scout chewed his cereal with a dull look in his eyes. That was a bad sign. “You got good eyes pal. But I don’t think you’re gonna find him… He’s left us to go retire, I bet.” Mundy cut into his steak, gave himself time to choose the right words. “Maybe not, mate. We helped Pauling take ovah. Some people might not like that.” Scout blinked, not getting what he was tryin to say, so he continued.

”Spy isn’t the type to leave a trail when he disappears. He’dah taken his books and things if he was gonna leave for good.” Jeremy seemed to stop and think about that, which meant he was wording it right. He’d never been real great with words. Scout set down his spoon.

“I dunno. Ya think somethin happened?” “Well, those Teufort fools locked ya both up for 6 months. We checked theah the first time we searched.” Scout frowned and sighed. “Yeah, but I went there to get my stuff, and they were playing nice. Plus the road to Harvest Base is the other way, so he shouldn’t’a seen any of those goons.” That was true. But the lead-poisoned idiots in Teufort were occasionally smart enough to catch someone off guard. Just like they’d done to catch Scout and Spy in the first place. How long’d they know Jeremy was a mercenary, playin harmless until their trap was set?

It was worth a look, even if the chances were slim.

“Yer right. But there’s other mercenaries and bosses out theah that might wanna get Pauling n us. And truth be told, we don’t know a whole lot about Spy outside work. Like if he’s got old enemies.”

Didn’t know his name. His address. His real face. Honest to God, they had no idea how to track Spy right now. They knew he was on another RED team before he was moved to Fortress, and anyone who didn’t know his relation to Scout knew now. That, and he had a lady friend wearin blue. Civilian though, not enemy team. Them being seen together was the whole reason why Spy’s bedroom and other private spaces were hidden somewheah at each base. And none’a them had been told how to get in.

Spy might have left a clue somewheah in his rooms, but as long as they didn’t have access, those clues may as well not exist.

“Mmm. I’m hopin that’s not it. Pauling’s gotta be careful out there, too. But Spy’s a coward, Sniper. He runs away from problems like me. And he might just be the type to leave good stuff layin around to rot, with all that money he’s got. I still think he deserted.” It didn’t work. Jeremy still didn’t want to think that Spy could be kidnapped or dead. And calling himself a problem was no good either.

Mundy wished he was better at talking things out. He didn’t like to talk much if he could avoid it, so times like this were hard. Hopefully, someone else’d figure out how to reason with Scout.

————————-

Engineer drove the van. Normally Sniper would want to drive, but they needed his eyes focused on the land. There were old rock formations in the desert, and a whole lotta caves. Heck, Pauling hid her stash of corpses in one of them. If Spy somehow wasn’t kidnapped or dead, he’d be out heah. And if not, they might get a good clue.

Spy had a fancy red sports car. Bright red. If they were lucky, the kidnappers mighta stashed it in a cave on the way to Harvest. But it was expensive, and they were more likely to keep it for themselves or pawn it off. Mundy hoped he knew they were lookin. He’d been colder to everyone since that teleporter incident with the bread, n sometimes it was impossible to read him.

They’d got around halfway to Harvest when he asked Dell to stop the van. He’d spotted something. The cactuses. Someone’s been cutting into them for watah. And they were the kind where you could do it without gettin sick. They pulled up, him carrying his rifle and Dell carrying a building kit. Sniper examined the cactuses. They shore looked well cut, like Spy woulda done.

He followed the pattern of least to most cut up and looked for the nearest cave. Holding up a hand, Mundy called into the cave with his best “lost American tourist” voice while Dell set up a sentry gun. If it was some varmit kidnapper from BLU or an outside group, they’d be gunned down. And if it was Spy, he’d be unharmed.

Somewheah deep inside the cave, the black silhouette of a person poked their head out. “*****! Is that a gun?!” The guy sounded… kinda like Spy. But some voices tended to run together after fighting so many BLU mercs. “Come on out, Mate. We’re lookin for somebody. A friend. Ya seen a RED spy?” The shadowy figure eventually stuck out his non-dominant hand, which wasn’t gunned into mincemeat; then hugged the wall of the cave and inched closer. After what felt like forever, he stepped out into the light.

Mundy blinked in surprise.

“Bloody Hell…”

—————-

Sniper and Engineer came back early from their trip, claimin they found something. Well, someone. But it wasn’t Spy. At least not theirs.

We found a RED whippersnapper in the caves.” Dell explained. “Nother spy, but he’s way too young to be ours.” “Yeh can come out now, mate.” Sniper was calling someone from deeper inside his van. Scout watched closely. All of the team did.

Someone -around Jeremy’s age maybe- stepped out of the van and adjusted his eyes to the light. He was the same height as Spy, but wearin very different clothes. He had a dark grey dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, with red buttons. He wore near black leather gloves with real vis-able red stitch lines. His pants were a darker red and his shoes matched his gloves. But most importantly, he wore no mask. They could actually see his face.

New Spy had long, near black hair that made Soldier mutter some crap about hippies. He had the same nose as their old spy, as far as anyone could tell. No one had ever seen him maskless. Scout couldn’t help but like this new guy. He didn’t have that ugly 5-o’clock shadow or stuck up look in his eyes. And he got the feelin he was a lot more fun. Most spies on RED and BLU stayed all covered up in the desert heat; suits, trench-coats, sweaters. Not to mention those ugly, smelly masks!

Everyone took in the new guy’s looks without commentin. Jeremy sure didn’t know what to say. The stranger awkwardly shuffled his weight from his toes to his heels like he didn’t know either. Heavy lumbered forward and they all decided to watch n follow his lead. To an outsider, Heavy was a scary brute; fat, but the muscular kind’a fat where he could clobber you in one punch. He was also the tallest on the team.

“So.” He said in his usual gruff voice. “You have found new spy?” Engineer and Sniper nodded at him. But he looked like he was still thinking it over. “Did you check him for disguise? Is not BLU sneaking in?” Sniper shuffled and pushed his hat up, so Heavy could see his face better. “The sentry gun didn’t get him, and we poked him since then. We think he’s telling the truth.” Heavy turned back towards the new guy, who was looking more shy than scared.

“Vhy vere you in desert alone? Vhere is your team?” The spy frowned. “I was getting relocated to a new team. I’d been on Team Malum, and was on my way to Team Frigidus.” The new guy was also French! But his accent was way thicker than that stuck up deadbeat. It was kinda hard to understand him, so Scout put more effort into listening. Heavy looked at Engineer.

“I recognize this Frigidus name. But who is Malum Team?” Engie shrugged and looked at the others. “Any of y’all heard’ a Team Malum?”

Everyone stayed still, shook their head, or shrugged. Jeremy didn’t know all the other RED team names in the United States, much less the rest’a the world. He didn’t know how Pauling was gonna manage them all, plus BLU. Had to be exhaustin. The new guy did not E-lab-or-ate. Hold on, was he.. biting his lip? “Hmm. How vere you to get to Frigidus Team?” Heavy asked.

Spy frowned real hard, like he was thinking. Maybe he was a liar, worried cause they didn’t know Malum. “I was riding in.. in a hell-something. I do not remember the name.” “Hell-E-cop-ter?” Scout asked. The Spy’s eyes lit up and he snap-pointed in excitement. “Yes! Zhey called it helicopter.” He paused, the excitement dulling down quick. “I was ze only mercenary being moved, so zhey wanted smaller transport.”

“So you hadn’t been’n’a helicopter b’fore? Demoman asked. “No. I have ridden airplanes though! Helicopter is noisier and shakes often…” Heavy and Demoman were lookin at each other like they were discussin it all. “How did you go from helicopter to desert land?” Spy shrugged. “Something bright hit us. Like a lightening bolt. One minute I was in my chair, and then I woke up alone in ze desert.” “And ya didn’t see any wreckage? No pieces of the helicopter?” Engineer asked. “Well, I am not certain. On one of ze… ze high parts of the desert, I could see a shine. But it was too high, so I could not see for sure.”

A bunch’a people looked at each other and had a real long con-verse- A-tion with their eyes. Scout was disappointed that he wasn’t speaking their language. Heavy leaned back and nodded once. “The Administrator is very busy now. It vill take time to look up Frigidus and send you there.” Medic jabbed Jeremy in the back, which just confused him. Then he jerked his head towards the spy, tellin him to get over there. “Our team Spy is missing. Ve do not know yet vhat vill happen, but his room is free. Scout? Take stranger to Smoking Room.”

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[philtstone]

Arunmozhi & Nandini smile

after 2 months of being too mentally exhausted to write anything i produce this in 3 days .... sometimes i impress even myself if the words "modern road trip fix it au" make sense all together in a sentence, that's what this is. sorry 2 all the mutuals who have not watched six hours of convoluted 10th century south indian soap opera historical epic tragic romance adventure story. but also you should do that, so we can all adopt new and delightfully insane blorbos together. also: this is not meant to be serious. which means the geography is a mess. apologies in advance.

“… so what is it? Two rooms or three? I can’t keep asking this front desk idiot questions, his little head will explode from all the brain power needed to answer.”

Arunmozhi wishes he hadn’t misplaced his favourite bucket hat back in Kodaikkarai. The sun is hot and directly on his head, which makes it harder to focus on the dual task of listening to the person on the phone, and keeping track of the debacle that has developed by the Pazhaiyarai route gas station bathroom, the door of which Kundavai is still attempting to lecture through.

“Well,” he says. “You’ll have to give me a minute to think about it. Something of a situation has developed.”

He has known Poonguzhali for just long enough that he can tell by the sound of her breathing how she feels about something. Now, for example, it comes across as distinctly suspicious across the mobile connection.

“Why do I get the feeling this was an entirely predictable situation,” she says.

Arunmozhi admits this might be true, though not aloud.

“The rooms, Madam Detective.”

“Look, it’s either one room with two beds or two rooms with one bed each. Idiots! You’d think they’d have three rooms available! No one but us wants to stay in this dump, I bet. Only a man such as this one would think so highly of himself to presume he had clientele.”

There is the faint sound of an older male voice protesting over the line.

“Even we don’t want to stay in this dump,” says Arunmozhi pleasantly, at the same time Poonguzhali deems it fit to remind him in a declarative voice, “I’m a private investigator, you know, not a miracle worker!“ 

He’s waylaid in coming up with a fun and possibly clever response because Kundavai has reached such a point of despair in her lecturing that she turns away from the locked bathroom door, pins her flashing eyes on Arunmozhi, and says,

“Tell your idiot brother to unlock the bloody door!”

Arunmozhi grimaces. Aditha is only ever his idiot brother when circumstances are truly clownish. Most of the rest of the time Kundavai is content enough to claim ownership of the both of them, no matter how useless she thinks they are being.

“Here,” he mutters sheepishly into the phone. “Talk to Vandiyadevan for a moment, I’ve got to deal with something.”

He hands over the phone to Vandiyadevan before either party can protest. 

Then he surveys The Situation.

They are at a gas station on the road to Thanjavur, one of those with nothing but the gas and a little snack stand and yellow dust masquerading as the road. There are clucking chickens in front of the snack stand, and also occupying the poorly-tiled bathroom roof. The flies are terrible. Arunmozhi arrived this morning, traveling North from South, via Poonghuzali’s van — he had met her fortuitously while exploring the coast, and thought they could only benefit from the assistance of a private investigator whose own aunt he was trying to locate — and with a motorcycle in tow. It is he who orchestrated the rendezvous. Kundavai had been up due North to fetch their eldest sibling, and is now here in her rental, acquired because driving Aditha’s sports car down towards Lanka would be the opposite of inconspicuous. The rental is already a filthy disaster. In theory this should help them in their incognito quest, but Arunmozhi is willing to acknowledge that what he had originally supposed would be a hiccupless development in the journey might instead be putting their multipurpose attempt to save the family business and uncover the truth wholly at risk. At this point, dirty rental cars are neither here nor there.

In the quest, at the very least, they are all united: understanding the truth about their entangled pasts seems somehow significant to thwarting the various family members now vying for a slice of the proverbial Chola Incorporated throne, to say nothing of the lurking specter of their father’s old political rival, who seems to be in dire enough financial straits that he has been setting up easily traceable Zoom meetings with Chola Inc secretaries who are bored enough to be looking for drama. 

Considering the circumstances, Arunmozhi is comforted by the idea that they have discovered a capable ally. The problem is, it won’t amount to much if they never leave this gas station.

He strokes his beard a little, the way their father sometimes does, and once again wishes for his trusty bucket hat. It is, of course, very practical — this is what he tells Kundavai every time she protests it — but he also thinks it is a brilliant piece of fashion. He’d much rather look like the normal hip youths than dress up fancily in the stuffy attire of an ailing business mogul’s son.

The business in question currently being in the throes of potential jeopardy. And there is all this sticky secretive stuff of past love affairs. Arunmozhi is convinced it will all come together somehow, if only they probe a little. He has really made great strides, armed with his Regular University Student’s attire (the bucket hat) and canvas backpack, a simple nobody traveling around to find himself after finishing his degree. All one has to do is consider The Situation in front of them, to see the clear fruits of his labour.

But, ah: The Situation.

It is, he supposes, his fault. He sighs and refocuses.

The bathroom is more of an outhouse, really, with only one functional capability (its locking door), and it is within this vestibule that Aditha, about fifteen minutes ago now, had dramatically locked himself. In front of the bathroom door stands their brilliant sister, her perfect bun starting to undo and frizz, her expensive t-shirt (Kundavai cannot help but look expensive, even when she is trying very hard not to) developing sweaty stains under the armpits, and her aristocratic chin inching higher and higher in consternation. Behind her, naturally to Arunmozhi’s side, is Aditha’s old university friend — Arunmozhi’s current best friend — Vandiyadevan. He wears an old Vanar Men’s Cricket jersey and sandals, and is unsuccessfully ignoring Poonguzhali, who has started in her favorite pastime of bickering with him over the phone loudly enough that the sound carries. He’s wisely chosen to remain silent about The Situation so far; even with his clever tongue he’d surely only make things worse. In between swapping insults with their intrepid PI, Vandiyadevan keeps peering with concern at the bathroom door, fiddling with the tangled fake beard he had used to sneak into the Thenupuriswarar temple that morning (it is still adorning his handsome face), and gazing mournfully at the passing cars and buses, as if the necessary choice to leave his ornery Tata Nano behind when they crossed the river is truly haunting him.

And, in the middle of them all, perched against the seat of her motorcycle and with her arms very tightly crossed, is Nandini.

When Arunmozhi ran into her in the Periodicals section of that Sri Lankan library, desperately clutching the same fading birth announcements column he had been looking for, she had appeared – he’d thought, not uncharitably – in true mental distress. Things could not possibly be more different now. 

Unlike Kundavai, Nandini remains perfectly coiffed after multiple hours of travel in the heat and dust. Her braid is sleek and glossy, her jewelry sparkles, the delicate material of her floral dress flutters genteelly in the nonexistent wind, and every manicured fingernail — now beginning to tap impatiently against her arm — displays nothing but absolute composure. She wears dainty gold bangles on her wrists and a thick oversized motorcycle jacket that must be sweltering in the heat, and has her luminous face turned lazily in the opposite direction as the outhouse. One of the chickens clucks at her feet, rooting around for worms.

Indeed, since they arrived, Nandini has been so very good at feigning indifference that even Arunmozhi could believe her utterly unaffected. It’s only now that, after a full fifteen minutes of locked bathroom door, he can see her expression become less and less dignified and — perhaps to the detriment of the collective — more and more irate.

Hm.

Arunmozhi knocks on the bathroom door with a bit more haste than originally planned.

“Go away!” comes the expected growl from within. “Won’t you let a man shit in peace?”

He has to hand it to his brother: it has the expected reaction. Kundavai puts her face into her hands and Nandini cracks just enough to roll her eyes before determinedly reverting to lofty silence. Vandiyadevan, of course, wisely smothers his snort of laughter behind a cough; he’s taken to holding the phone an arm’s length away from his ear, while Poonghuzali, true to form, has now started interrogating the motel owner about tax breaks on the other end of the line.

Diplomatically, Vandiyadevan says, “Well, if he really does just need a minute …”

“Please,” says Kundavai, “Please, come out of the toilet. For once in your life, be normal about this.”

“I’m being very normal,” says the voice of Aditha. “I am meditating on the mysteries of life. It will take me a while, so I will stay here for now, and then meet you all again in Thanjavur later.”

“You’re being a coward!” says Kundavai.

“Oof,” Vandiyadevan winces.

“Vandiyadevan,” says Kundavai, as close to pleading as she will ever get, “you talk to him. You’re good with words. Here, I’ll take the phone.”

Vandiyadevan, who as usual seems to lose some of his easy suavity whenever Kundavai turns the full force of her general presence on him, manages to say, “I got my degree in journalism, not politics. My charms only work on the ladies.”

This is more than enough to unite the warring factions of the group; Kundavai, Nandini, and the tinny mobile voice of Poonguzhali all scoff loudly and in harmony. Even Aditha seems to make a mild noise of amusement, though that could just as well have been the harangued motel owner on Poonguzhali’s end of the line, so muffled is the sound.

“Useless then. Aditha, I’ll knock down the door with our terrible rental car.”

“Don’t do that; you’ll owe the insurance man. Look here, Kundavai, didn’t your illustrious cards say anything about this?”

“I am not in the mood to be teased, Mr. Journalist. Your beard is melting, by the way.”

“Will it really be that bad if you came out, eh?” asks Vandiyadevan, concerned for both Kundavai’s nerves and his handy accessory. He frowns as Poonghuzali says something over the phone. “Oh — the lummox wants to know whether we’re planning on renting any rooms at all. Ayyo, no, I meant the desk clerk —!”

“She clearly has you all under her thrall,” interrupts Aditha, melodramatically from behind his door, cutting through the irate exclamations emitting from the phone. “You don’t know her like I do! I don’t care what anyone says. She’s lying.”

“She hasn’t said anything yet,” growls Kundavai, still with more dignity and poise than majority of the population might have on a good day. She tosses an acid look in Nandini’s direction. Nandini glares back coolly. 

“It’s all part of her plan. She’s tricking us into complacence. Or have you forgotten that the person sitting on that bike is actually a – a – a –”

Aditha seems to have run out of words.

“She-snake?” offers Vandiyadevan tentatively.

“Poisonous witch,” recites Kundavai in a tired voice.

“Demoness,” remembers Arunmozhi, “oh, that was a good one.”

Nandini, whose indifference has since fully morphed into glaring daggers at Kundavai, pauses now to hum in contemplation, like a woman good naturedly unable to deny her many titles.

Kundavai, on the other hand, has reached her wits’ end. 

“Four,” she says, turning to Arunmozhi and gesturing very specifically at her hairline. “Four grey hairs. Can you see them? One, two, three, four. Dearest little brother, I hope you considered my four grey hairs when you concocted this plan. This is really it. We’re going to be stuck in this gas station forever, and our pathetic cousin will take over the family business.” She raises her voice, “Do you hear that, Aditha! And then who’ll stop that scumbag Pandian from buying out all of his shares and blowing our family’s legacy trying to create God via chatbot? The bloody thing keeps advocating for users to kill enemies of the faith! And it’ll all be your doing!”

Oof – Arunmozhi is the one who thinks it this time. As far as accusations go, that one is a little harsh. After all, it was Kundavai who meddled enough for the maligned couple to break up in the first place. Sure, Aditha then went and exposed a measure of Veera Pandian’s scumminess to the press a year later, out of spite, on Nandini’s birthday, which blew up rather spectacularly in his face. But there’s no need to be rubbing even more salt in old wounds, thinks Arunmozhi. 

Giving Kundavai a look which he hopes she takes to mean Relax, I got this, Arunmozhi steps forward and knocks a second time on the bathroom door.

“I told you, I won’t be lectured into participating in treason,” comes Aditha’s muffled voice, admittedly somewhat more cowed than before. “Against me, no less. Wow.”

“It’s not Kundavai,” says Arunmozhi, “it’s me.”

A long, rather mulish moment of silence follows. “Oh.”

“Yes,” says Arunmozhi, taking this to be an opening. “Won’t you unlock the door? Vandiyadevan’s disguise beard is melting in this heat. It would be a shame to have to hold a funeral for it.”

“I don’t have any other disguise beards on hand,” agrees Vandiyadevan helpfully. “I’d have to call Nambi up for one, and then I couldn’t show my face in the office for a week.”

Arunmozhi quite likes Nambi, though he’d never tell Vandiyadevan that — they work for rival newspapers — and now wonders if perhaps involving the older, nosier man at this juncture is the right call, as Nandini seems to soften wistfully in demeanour every time his name is brought up. Then again, maybe that will complicate things further, and instead of making her more agreeable, will result in another reaction hitherto unexpected. Unwisely perhaps, nobody really believed that Aditha would take one look at his ex-girlfriend, go white as a sheet, and promptly barricade himself behind the nearest locking door.

Who knows what Nandini might do with her own version of a curveball.

“I can’t believe this is your fault,” Aditha says finally, referring to Arunmozhi but sounding like he’s talking to himself. “Of course, she’d never be able to poison you. I’m just very hurt, you know.”

Kundavai throws up her hands into the sky. Vandiyadevan pinches the bridge of his nose in two fingers. Nandini, on the other hand, once more raises her eyebrows as though contemplatively conceding Aditha’s point.

Arunmozhi sighs.

“Yes,” he says. “There is that. I am sorry, Anna. Only, don’t you want to hear what she’s got to say?”

“No,” comes the finite response. Then, more despondently, “I don’t deserve it. She’ll never forgive me. I will go back to Kanchi and continue in the only honourable profession I’ve ever had.”

“For the hundredth time,” says Kundavai, breaking her silence. “Children’s camp counsellor is not a profession. Anyone can do arts and crafts and coach football. If you got your teaching degree, maybe.”

Privately, Arunmozhi thinks Aditha is uniquely good at facilitating the diligent creation of bead bracelets amongst 5 to 10 year olds. He also gets very competitive about football in a way that inspires excellence. Observing Kundavai’s twitching eyebrow, however, Arunmozhi chooses to keep these thoughts to himself. 

“I already have a business degree!” says Aditha, from within the outhouse.

“Which you refuse to put to practice!”

“This is my one use in the world, Kundavai!”

Vandiyadevan and Poonguzhali have recently given up arguing over the motel, and the former now solemnly holds the phone out microphone first so that the illustrious investigator can listen in on the proceedings. Kundavai begins lecturing again. Even the chickens seem to be clucking with exasperation rather than neutrality. It is here that Arumozhi chooses to look at Nandini. While everyone else groans at the reminder of Aditha’s derailed career trajectory, on Nandini’s face there is a sudden and even startled expression of tenderness. 

It must be terribly difficult, Arunmozhi thinks, to show up to what’s become one of the more chaotic family road trips in Tamil Nadu's history, clasp one’s hands together, and say, Well, you see, I’ve only just found out that my adoptive father is my real father and he is really quite a piece of work, factually speaking, even putting aside his God-bot delusions and general tax evasion, and the only way to find my mother, who has been alive this whole time, is with your help. But she seems fully committed to it all. It is very brave of her. 

More importantly – resourceful as Nandini is, Arunmozhi has no doubts that she already knew about the children’s camp, and the arts and crafts, and most definitely the football. So that tender little look cannot have been one of pure surprise.

He smiles to himself. Maybe he wasn’t so misled in his instincts after all.

“Anna,” he tells the door quietly, in a tone he knows his brother – ever his protector, defender, and supporter, ready to take him seriously even when in the throes of his own early-life crisis – will catch. “I really think if we all work together on this, we have a shot at fixing many wrongs. I really am sorry for springing this on you. Both of you – you know.” When there is no response, he adds, “Look – maybe there will be a silver lining. You keep complaining that you haven’t had anyone to play a good match of chess with in a while.”

There is another prolonged moment of quiet; Arunmozhi imagines Aditha, the mass of his long hair tied out of his face as usual, proud profile turned towards the wall, his arms probably crossed in a close mirror of Nandini’s far more delicate posture. Nandini’s own expression remains stuck on whatever momentary ache passed through her, but now morphed into a complicated middle ground, unsure of whether she wishes to remain thawed or to remember the many wounds that led them to this somewhat silly juncture.

“Alright,” comes Aditha’s sudden, gruff voice. 

Vandiyadevan’s mouth drops open. Kundavai freezes still as a statue in relief. Nandini, still astride the motorcycle, straightens imperceptibly; if Arunmozhi were really looking, a faint, almost imperceptible quiver of hope passes through her brows – 

“But first,” Aditha continues, “I demand she return my stolen property.”

Oh, no, Arunmozhi thinks, a split second before, in front of their despairing and disbelieving eyes, some intangible stronghold of assumed dignity snaps within Nandini’s depths.

“Stolen property?” she shrieks. The chickens scatter, clucking for their lives. An innocent farmer filling up his truck’s tank ten feet away jumps violently and covers himself in gasoline. Nandini’s beautiful face has gone the colour of chalk. “Stolen property?!”

“Yes! It is mine, and you are wearing it!”

“You gifted me this jacket, you absolute jackass!”

“Well, I am ungifting it!” yells Aditha, through the door. “Give it back!”

“I’ll kill him!” Nandini howls, springing to her feet. Her eyes shimmer with a sort of impotent rage. It’s not quite clear who she is talking to – the collective, perhaps, or the divine, or even her own self – “Do you hear me?! Your death will be at my hands, Karikalan!”

“So do it then!” comes the equally theatrical roar from the outhouse’s depths. “FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED!”

“YOU JUST TRY TO TAKE MY JACKET BACK YOURSELF, YOU GUTLESS WORM –”

As everyone scrambles to prevent physical violence (Vandiyadevan has the wherewithal to yell for Poonghuzali-on-the-phone to go ahead and book the one room, as they’ll probably all be dead before the sun sets anyway), Arunmozhi reconsiders his intuition.

… Perhaps making this work will be a little bit harder than he thought.

Rubbing a hand over his overheated head, he steps into the fray.

#my writing #ponniyin selvan #arunmozhi varman #aditha karikalan #nandini #vandiyadevan #kundavai #poonghuzali #aditha x nandini #vandiyadevan x kundavai #i wanted to include some lines about vanathi but there simply was not a good opening :( #but we do stan an anxious constantly fainting queen

[cosmic-kinglet]

Alright, I have more of semi-cured Ruin and Eclipse! Just a heads-up: while this scenario aligns with the canon-adjacent story I've been putting together, it really isn't meant to be part of that story. Think of this more as a potential bad ending for Eclipse.

Also, this little but of writing is incredibly self-indulgent and crafted entirely for myself. So, if you begin reading this and find it's not something you want to keep reading, that is completely fine.

It had been just over a month since his so-called 'partnership' with Ruin had officially begun, and Eclipse was nearing the end of his rope. There was nothing he hated more than being beneath someone else and ordered around. Even though he and Ruin shared a similar goal, Eclipse was beginning to think that goal might not be worth being someone else's errand boy. It was bad enough that he was forced to work with Moon and the goody-two-shoes version of himself. He decided it was time to give Ruin a piece of his mind.

     Eclipse found Ruin out in the West Arcade. Crap. Ruin might not be the one out right now. Before he could decide what to do, he was spotted.

     "Eclipse?" called out a timid voice.

     Great. Eclipse turned to walk away, knowing bringing up his grievances right now would do more harm than good. He was chased by that same soft voice.

     "Eclipse, wait! What are you doing here?"

     Eclipse continued trying to leave, but he soon felt a hand on his shoulder.

     "Eclipse. Please wait."

     A groan escaped his voice box, and Eclipse turned toward Ruin Eclipse.

     "You-you seemed lost." Ruin Eclipse began, "Is there anything I can help you with? Or are you looking for someone? I think Moon is in his room, and Solar is in the theater-"

     "I don't care where those idiots are." Eclipse sighed. "I was looking for someone, but they don't seem to be here. So," his tone became bitter, "if you don't mind, I'll be going back to my holding cell."

     As Eclipse once again started to walk away, Ruin Eclipse called out after him, "Are you quite sure there's nothing I can do?"

     "Believe me. There's nothing I want from you!" Eclipse growled.

     With that, a saddened Ruin Eclipse was left standing in the arcade, and Eclipse just hoped that the one he actually wanted to speak with would emerge soon.

     Several hours passed, and Eclipse was in the middle of charging. Things had been calm enough, but then he felt a pair of eyes burning into him. Suddenly alert, his eyes snapped open to reveal heterochromic eyes locked onto his own. Despite himself, Eclipse felt a jolt of surprise run through his body.

     The animatronic in front of him chuckled. "Oh dear! Did I frighten you, dear Eclipse?"

     Upon finding his metaphorical breath again, Eclipse groaned. "Ruin. Why am I even surprised to find you hovering over me as I recharge?"

     "Ah! Well, see, I seem to have some inkling that you wished to speak with me earlier." Ruin somehow leaned in even closer to Eclipse. "Did you miss me that much?"

     Eclipse scoffed, "You wish. No. Actually, I had something important to discuss with you.

     "Oh?" Ruin stood to his full height. "And what might that be? Go on! I'm all ears." Ruin's tone darkened as he spoke. Eclipse knew Ruin well enough at this point to know that Ruin could tell Eclipse was not content with something.

     "I know we have similar goals, and I have very little choice but to work with you, but I'm sick of being number two." Eclipse, despite still being connected to an outlet, took a step toward Ruin. "I don't like being ordered around, and I'm getting fed up with all of your stupid antics. Your theatrics, your games; I've had enough of it! I'm working with Moon because I have a bomb in my head! But you...I have nothing that's forcing me to work with you, let alone for you.

     There was silence. Then laughter.

     Ruin laughed harder than Eclipse had ever heard him laugh before. It was horrifying.

     He carried on laughing as he spoke, "You really believe that nothing of the sort exists?! That I thought you would just willingly work for me?!" More laughter followed.

     Eclipse was trembling. What did he mean? What did Ruin put in him?

     When Ruin finally composed himself, he opened the panel on his arm and pressed a button. Within seconds, a barrage of colors overlayed Eclipse's vision. He could still see Ruin standing in front of him, but the flashing colors were already overwhelming his mind. He attempted to close his eyes, but the colors were still there. He couldn't escape.

     "You see," Ruin spoke, his voice seeming to echo inside Eclipse's head, "I knew you wouldn't be complacent to do things for me forever. Being quite honest, I didn't think you'd go along with it for even this long. So, some time ago, I slipped a little something into your systems." Eclipse watched as Ruin approached, still tinted by the strobing colors, and placed a hand on the side of Eclipse's faceplate. "Oh, don't worry," Ruin cooed, "it's just a little protocol to make you less resistant."

     Just as Ruin said this, Eclipse began to feel impulses coursing through his body. Despite how afraid he was, these impulses caused his gears to halt. His limbs began to feel numb. His head seemed to fill with a fuzzy haze, both from the relaxing impulses and from the onslaught of colors. The colors were too much to focus on anything else. Only the colors. Only the colors and Ruin. Body relaxing. The colors and Ruin. The colors and Ruin. Relaxed. Ruin. Relaxed. Ruin.

     Ruin watched Eclipse fall victim to his hypnotic plan B. Eclipse's body began to sway as it relaxed. His pupils were flickering. He was nearly gone.

     "Oh~, look at you," Ruin began, still holding a hand on Eclipse's faceplate, "you didn't last long at all." He began stroking the back of Eclipse's head, trying to increase the intensity of the impulses. "Soon enough, my friend, you will do anything I tell you to do."

     Eclipse could feel his consciousness fading. All that was left were the colors and Ruin. He would listen to Ruin. He had to listen to Ruin. He wanted to listen to Ruin. Listen to Ruin.

     Listen to Ruin.

     Listen to Ruin.

     Obey Ruin.

     Eclipse was all but powered off. He had fallen into Ruin's arms. His pupil LEDs were off. Ruin gazed at the limp animatronic and laughed to himself again.

     When Eclipse powered back on, the impulses were still running all throughout his body, but the colors had become a slow spiral, swirling endlessly. And just behind the spiral was Ruin.

     "Eclipse," Ruin spoke with a firm tone, "do you register my voice?"

     "Yes, Ruin." The words left Eclipse's voice box without a single thought.

     "Who do you listen to?"

     "You, Ruin."

     "Who do you obey?"

     "You, Ruin."

     Ruin's plastered grin made its way into his voice, "Wonderful."

#the sun and moon show #i am exposing myself so much right now i am so sorry for any new knowledge you gain from this

[shih-coulda-had-it]

i will (very respectfully) ask you for it

just a tiny crumb, only if possible,,, the prettiest pretty please 🙌✨❤

I respect you and your decision to ask for this off anon. This is the homebrewed fantasy AU (based off @boss-the-goofball's fantasy otome isekai prequel) featuring Demon Lord of Evil All for One and 'Bro, Seriously? This Guy?' Knight Torino.

in-universe context: AfO is a Demon Lord who fell off the radar a long time ago. He's passing as a human but the bulk of his divinity (really love religious terminology; I'm gonna be accused of blasphemy someday) is in the sword that Sorahiko agrees to carry/ferry to the 'vault'.

wc: 1,615 | rated: a mild m but i'm tagging as lemon for decency's sake

//

Ever since those loathsome paladins of One for All started dispelling the curses and cultic practices that All for One had embedded into the lands long ago, there was a distinct decline of zealots vying for his attention. Gone were the acolytes who dreamt of having him as a patron; exiled (if not summarily executed) were the cultists who praised his generosity and lavished him with their worship. The world had learned to treat All for One as taboo, and as useful as it was to be the unspoken embodiment of evil, it was also just that: unspoken. 

Unspoken, then unacknowledged. The consequence of being deliberately ignored (forgotten!) is his current reduced nature: he’s still more than a mortal, but he’s also become nearly as vulnerable as one.

“Are you testing me?” Torino demands. The hedge knight dogs All for One’s footsteps as All for One leads the way back to an old follower’s home. That follower is dead, but property is eternal, and All for One’s claim never fades.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe so you could get off on seeing your damn sword in action. Not that you could’ve seen much, considering your position in that mess was directly underneath a dogpile of idiots.” A brief pause, and then Torino says in resignation, “Except you didn’t have to see it.”

“I feel it all,” says All for One smugly. “You wield the blade well.”

“Oh, so you were getting off on it.”

“And there’s the romance of the whole encounter, gone,” he laments. Just as they reach the door, too! 

Located on the outskirts of the village, his old follower’s home is a rough-hewn hut surrounded by overgrown bushes. There is no light shining from within, no smoke exiting the mud-and-stone column protruding from the roof. Somewhere in the dirt, All for One can sense a buried idol that wards off any do-gooder’s attempt at arson.

All for One pushes at the wood, sweeping an arm out in a gesture for Torino to step in first.

“A real lightning bolt of attraction,” Torino says, dry, and instead of agreeably following All for One’s direction, he stops in front of his (well, it’s not locked in just yet, but All for One can seal this deal; the blade is just one aspect of several for Torino to truly become his champion) patron and tilts his head. Their eyes meet.

There’s blood on his face still, streaking up from a stubbled jaw and staining the arch of his nose. A few abrasions mar the overall visage, but overall…

All for One smiles. He’s always been partial to those who spilled blood for him.

“What are we doing here?”

“Resting,” he answers, innocent. “After all, we’ve made enemies among the villagers. You can’t pay for a room until they, hm, forget the beating you’ve delivered.”

Torino’s eyebrows draw together in a clear, if silent, curse. His thin mouth tightens into a bloodless line, and then he blows out a rough sigh. “The owner?”

“Long dead.”

“... Provisions?”

All for One blinks down at his knight. “You’re here.”

“Ah,” says Torino, sounding as though puzzle pieces have finally slotted into place. Whatever revelations have occurred in Torino’s head, they certainly haven’t come from All for One, who is now dearly wishing for that mental backdoor access. One step at a time, though. Torino’s only just promised to bear the sword to the vault.

If he plays his cards right, he can tempt Torino a little further down.

“It's a shelter from the elements,” he says.

“And only that,” Torino mocks.

“I offered you what I have. See what I’ve lost now?” All for One reaches for Torino’s forehead--an old habit--and deftly switches tracks to card the silver hair with his fingers. And Torino lets him. “All my tributes, my riches, oh, they all claimed it was going to be redistributed. But then they said it was cursed, and they hoarded it for themselves.”

“Because you parted with your gold so easily.”

“I made exchanges based on equal value.”

“So in your eyes, is this shelter worth my tender love and care?” Torino glances at the sparse interior--a hearth, a cobwebbed cauldron, a dusty bed with moth-eaten covers--and looks back at All for One with a challenging stare. The sting of his question fails to hurt, though. A part of All for One exults at the phrase ‘tender love and care.’

“Not alone,” says All for One slyly. “Why, you’ve been given the whole package, Sir Torino. The weapon, the house, and the god, all at your disposal.” With his hand at Torino’s nape, he draws him forward until their chests make contact, and All for One bends his own neck in order to give Torino a kiss.

Torino makes a noise, somehow startled in spite of all the signals having been sent his way. His hands go to grasp at All for One’s waist. He kisses back tentatively, then hungrily. As All for One pulls away for air, Torino takes the opportunity to urge him into the hut, kicking the door shut behind them.

“Air’s not as stale as I expected.”

“Mm,” he hums, distracted by the influx of power. It’s quick to recede, so All for One’s using it fast to make this living space more bearable. Cycling a sharp, cold breeze to kill any small, leggy intruders is the first item on his agenda.

“You’re doing something,” Torino realizes aloud, and he follows that profoundly redundant statement with an explorative trail of his mouth to All for One’s throat. Breathed against that flesh, Torino says, “Is it the action, or the intention?”

“It’s more fun when it’s both.” The deflection earns him teeth, almost immediately soothed by a tongue, and All for One clutches at Torino’s neck with a gasp. “Bed. Now.”

“What, you’re not going to fuss about the sheets?”

“Torino.”

“I don’t have supplies,” Torino says, a hint of warning entering his tone. “Give me more time in the next town, and maybe I’ll get away with more than a jar of salt.”

“If you’re following along,” All for One retorts, “then you can predict how I’ll fix it.”

The thing is, All for One thinks as he takes a step back, Torino does follow along. He’s grasped that worship isn’t just for ego’s sake. But if All for One spells it out, Torino will act contrary just to poke fun at the Demon Lord of Evil.

Closer to the bed. He thinks of undressing himself, but Torino’s pointed question holds true: All for One does want to fuss about the sheets. So instead he sits on top of the covers and watches Torino shuffle off his traveling gear: the boxy pack, the cloak, and the belts attached to the sheath of his blade. The boots come off one at a time, and after a moment, so does the top half of his outfit.

“You’re folding your clothes?”

“In the loosest of terms,” Torino says. The linens and the mail are rendered into neat squares sitting on top of the cloak; with no other way to delay the inevitable, Torino finally gives all his attention to All for One.

“Well?” All for One says, imperious in his invitation. He cocks his head and parts his legs.

“I gotta undress you too?”

“Perhaps passion could win out over propriety just this once,” he suggests.

Torino huffs out a laugh, but he approaches All for One without hesitation and climbs into the bed, carelessly tugging the Demon Lord of Evil to the center. For easier access, he rucks up the skirts of All for One’s robe.

“Hey, look at that. You do wear pants.”

“You’ll want to take my shoes off before that.”

The click of a tongue is hardly a reprimand, not when Torino so agreeably catches one of All for One’s legs and starts feeling for the seam where the hems were tucked into a road-worn boot. He drags a nail over the bunched fabric when he finds it, and is terribly gentle while pulling linen from leather.

It feels like worship, for all that Torino says no prayers.

All for One basks in it. His vision blurs slightly, going out of focus as Torino occupies himself with divesting All for One of his shoes and pants. The flow of power is only a trickle, and this mortal vessel can’t even hoard it, so he has to use it now. Priorities, priorities… definitely the bed first.

Using magic to mend and launder fabric would have earned his ridicule once, but it’s not as though All for One has the capacity to weave it anew just this second. He thinks longingly of the fine things lost from his castle: the furnishings, the meals, the painted-black plates of armor his armies donned to induce fear.

“Still here?”

With a start, All for One feels the cold air brush against bare skin. There are hands stroking up and down his legs, and Torino shuffles closer on his knees. Power licks through his veins like a dog slavering for its first meal of the day.

Half-dazed, he says, “Yes,” and, “More.”

“Greedy,” Torino accuses, and even though it’s not the vow of devotion that All for One starves for, it’s a shade closer to fondness than Torino would probably perish before admitting. His knight digs his fingers against the pliant flesh of All for One’s thighs, bites his throat hard enough to earn a gasping moan. “Selfish.”

“You’re here to please your god,” All for One manages. 

“Aren’t I,” says Torino, and he slides his mouth against All for One’s in a rough kiss.

#bnha #afohiko #all for one #gran torino #torino sorahiko #lemon #homebrewed fantasy!au #boss's otome isekai au #shih.txt #asks #redoaktreehill #kstbj #the revelation torino had: 'ah. he's spoiled.' #because afo just expects torino to take care of things #unfortunately for torino; torino DOES have a thing about service #so he just blinks at the red flag and proceeds without question

[burningblake]

Chenford + Lucy wanting to take things slow

"You know, suggesting that we adopt your protégé does not exactly fall in line with 'taking things slow'," he points out.

Lucy shakes her head, not being able to help the constant smile on her face. Is this what being in love feels like? Smiling like an idiot all the time? She feels like she has swallowed a hot mess of balloons.

"This is different," she argues, nudging him softly on his arm. "Tamara deserves to have parents. And she likes you." She takes a sip from her wine, holding steady eye contact with him.

They are at her apartment again, sitting on her couch in a candlelit, wine-soaked atmosphere. It's impossible not to flash back to that first time he was here, the first time they ever kissed. She feels like everything that happened since then was right in its moment, their romance has been the stuff of movies. And she worries that if they rush any part of it, it might lose some of its perfection. But that doesn't stop her from dreaming about their future together now and then.

It is, of course, all teasing for now. She knows that she and Tim can't officially adopt Tamara, unless they—well, unless they are married. And that's indeed the cross-opposite of pacing their relationship. But perhaps it is the fact that Lucy never had a sense of belonging with her family, perhaps it is the fact that she knows how deeply Tim wishes he was a dad by now, even though he doesn't show it, something about the idea of Tamara being officially their daughter fills her heart with joy.

And then there are other reasons she can't seem to be able to pace herself, despite being the one to set the boundaries in the first place. Currently one of those reasons is his slightly undone shirt revealing a few inches of his bare chest, paired up with his day's stubble. She looks up into his eyes and realizes she's been staring. He chuckles with amusement.

She nudges him with her shoulder. "Don't get cocky."

"Just a little bit," he teases.

"Well," she slowly puts down her wine glass and gets on her feet, "I can't help that you're a very handsome boy," she says, before she leans down to kiss him.

The moment their lips lock, his hands rise to her waist. His breath accelerates and she's quickly drawn into him, opening her mouth to let his taste in. Just a kiss, she tells herself. But the next moment she's sitting on his lap, his hands traveling all up her back and into her hair, her mind completely blank about how far she intends to go with him tonight. Certainly far.

But then the door opens. Speak of the devil.

They both draw apart and turn to face Tamara, who's frozen in shock.

The girl lifts her hand before they can utter a word. "I know, practice," she says, looking embarrassed, before she retreats to her room. After a second, she pops her head out her door. "Could you please practice in your room, though? Cause, I mean, my eyes.."

She disappears again and they both chuckle quietly.

"I guess we just traumatized our future daughter," Tim comments.

Lucy's laugh increases. "Shut up," she chokes. But her heart is glowing in her chest. Perhaps they need to pace this up after all.

#thanks for the prompt #sorry that this is small #this is something that just popped up in my head from seeing the new promo #which i am pretty sure tamara is going to interrupt lol so she was in my mind #the rookie #chenford #chenford fanfic #replies

[ajvocals43]

Haircut

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader 

Word Count: 1368

Warnings: fluffiness, impulsivity

It was late when we had returned from the ruguru hunt last night. Rather than stay the night at another motel, Dean drove the whole way back to the bunker. It was a little after 2am when Dean parked Baby in the garage. I was dead on my feet and I’m sure the guys felt the same. Dean and I said a quick goodnight to Sam before we headed off to bed. It's been about 3 years since I joined the Winchesters, nearly 2 years since Dean and I got together. Sam and I have been best friends since the start. Life with the brothers hasn't been easy but I don't know what else I would expect from the idiots who kickstarted the apocalypse on multiple occasions. 

Not that I haven't made my fair share of mistakes that have gotten me killed or almost. I can't deny that the boys have given me a sense of purpose after losing my family. They saved me when I most needed it and I don't think that I could ever thank them enough for what they've done for me. That being said, it hasn't been all rainbows and unicorns since I started hunting with the Winchesters. We’ve all been through our fair share of heartbreak, some more than others. After learning about the boys’ pasts, I was amazed with how they've kept going for so long, all the people they’d lost. There were times where I wish I could’ve been there to give them the badly needed hope that they didn't ever seem to have. Dean especially. With everything he’s been through it's a miracle he was still hanging on. I know that most of that was because he had to be strong for Sam, he’d been doing it since his mom died. My heart broke when I heard this, that was too much to put on a little kid, and that was only the beginning. However, despite all he’s been through, he is the most amazing person that I know. 

It didn't take much time for me to fall head over heels for him, not that I admitted it to myself until after almost a year of knowing each other. It wasn't until Sam and Cas forced us into a room and didn't let us out until we admitted how we felt about each other, that we finally voiced our feelings. There were some on and offs the first year; but in retrospect, I shouldn't have expected less from Dean. After the second time he almost died without me, we got over ourselves, and we've been together since. I don't claim to have fixed the boys but I think that me being there has given them some hope that it's not all on them. “I see the gears turning, what’re you thinking?” Dean asked as we got into bed. His voice pulled me out of my thoughts and when I looked at him I couldn't help but smile. 

“Just… thinking about how lucky I am to have found you and Sam.” I said. 

“Believe me, we’re the lucky ones.” He said softly, I was surprised because Dean doesn't usually share his feelings without prompting. He chuckled slightly at my speechlessness and turned off the light. I fell asleep where I felt safest, in Dean’s arms. 

The next morning

I woke up alone but when I looked at the clock and saw it was 10am I realized where my boyfriend had gone. Dean had undoubtedly gone to get food, he almost always woke up hungry. I smiled to myself as I dragged myself out of bed to get ready for the day. I passed the mirror as I went to grab my clothes on the other side of the room. I looked at myself and realized that I was getting bored with my look. Normally, I didn't care much about my look because a hunter’s life didn't really allow much in the way of style. I looked over myself a couple of times and as I was about to give up and leave it for another time, I saw the scissors on the desk. It was big for me because I always loved my long locks, but it was time for a change. I took the scissors and a change of clothes into the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and braced myself for what I was about to do. 

About 30 minutes later, I was rinsing off the last of my impromptu haircut. Exiting the shower, I looked at myself and realized that it was exactly what I needed. And then I froze in fear for what the boys would think. Not that they would notice much since they were male but you never know. I got dressed as usual in a pair of blue jeans and an olive green t-shirt. I returned my pajamas from the previous night to my room and grabbed the broom from the utility closet at the end of the hall. I swept up the bathroom, took the hair along with Dean and I’s bloody, torn clothes from the previous hunt and threw them out. When I came back inside, I heard conversation coming from the kitchen. I walked through the hallways, following the sound of voices that suddenly stopped when the brothers saw me. I smiled slightly and sat down next to Dean. “What are we talking about?” I asked, taking advantage of Dean’s stunned silence to steal a piece of bacon off of his plate. When I didn't get a response, I looked down and said, “I know that it's different but I needed this. I actually think it looks cute so you can take your opinions and stuff them.” Sam laughed at my response but Dean said nothing. I chanced looking at him and he was still just staring at me. I couldn't read much other than the surprise in his gaze and it made me nervous. 

“So. Uh… What was going on before I came in here?” Instead of answering, Dean stood up abruptly, grabbing my hand forcing me to come along with him. “But-” but nothing, apparently because Dean didn't stop, his hold on my wrist was tight but not enough to cause any harm, just enough that I knew that he was in a hurry. I turned around and waved at Sam. He rolled his eyes, smiling and went towards the library, farther away from where Dean and I’s room was. He seemed to know something I didn't. 

I followed Dean calling his name, trying to get him to stop or at least slow down. He ignored me and pulled me into our room where he then finally let go of my wrist only to slam the door behind me and pin me up against it. My heart rate sped up as it always did when he was this close to me. “Dean, what-” Suddenly, his lips covered mine in a passionate kiss. It didn't take long for me to respond, I melted into the kiss. There were a few advantages to dating a former playboy, one of those being that he was an amazing kisser. No matter how many times his lips touched mine, it was always amazing. Breathtakingly amazing. When the need for air became too much, he finally detached his mouth from mine. Though he stayed close, I could now recognize the desire lurking in his green orbs. He smiled at me and his hand ran up my arm from my waist to my hair. 

“Love this.” He said gruffly. I couldn't help but smile at his response. But my joy was quickly replaced by desire as he tugged slightly at my scalp. I couldn't help the sound that came out of my throat at his movement. He did it again and I moved to kiss him again. 

“I was worried you wouldn't like it.” I said, blushing slightly. 

“Why wouldn’t I? I like everything about you.” Dean said sincerely. 

“That sounds suspiciously like a line from a chick flick.” I joked. He smiled.

“Shut up.” And then he made me when he kissed me again, effectively cutting off anything else I would've said. 

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