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pandoa · 4 months

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all i want for christmas is you!!

christmas & winter fluff headcanons with all of the twst characters!

~twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader~

(not so) mandatory christmas/winter special from yours truly <3 merry christmas and happy holidays c:

♡— ace trappola pulls you into an ambush of snowballs along the sidewalks of the road as you two walk home on your way back from a days worth of work at nrc. the impact is sudden, leaving your cheeks turning cold the instant the sphere of softened ice hits your face. your eyes meet the twinkle in ace's eyes as he laughs mischievously and reaches his hand into the snow beneath him to conjure up another frozen weapon. he smirks with triumph as he grins a boyish grin that has your heart racing, excitement and challenge coursing through your veins as you turn to get your own snowball.

ace scoffs as you walk away, appalled that you decided to turn away rather than give him your attention, "what, can't handle that fact that i wo-?"

smack!

he spoke too soon.

♡— deuce spade has a surprise for you. and it's killing him not being able to tell you. the surprise consists of a neatly wrapped box his mother helped decorate and a very, very, very thought-out script he'd been rehearsing since november. only the best for you, right? deuce has worked hard to put together your present, going so far as to ask cater for an online link to "cute gifts to give the person you're confessing to during the holidays" on magicam to try and help him brainstorm the perfect gift for you. with that and the knowledge he's learned from you regarding human holidays, deuce has managed to put together something he hopes will show you the words "i. like. you." in more ways than one. he just... really wants you. to like him back, he means.

♡— cater diamond wears matching holiday pajamas with you. he sees it as it's trending all over the internet as cute couples with the same berry red plaid pajamas and matching black hoodies fool around on camera as they all dance playfully together, a memory he'd like to recreate with you. he ropes you into the silly tradition, stopping by your dorm to force coax you into the festive attire. you really have no say in this, and the ever-present phone camera pointed towards both you and cater prove it. you may not even be dating... but that doesn't stop him from persuading you to match with him in the name of you both being "cute for the holidays." in reality, though, he's having the time of his life right now as people in his comment section begin to assume that you two were truly a couple. it's not a crime if he doesn't correct them, right?

♡— trey clover hosts a gingerbread house contest with you. and only you. the idea springs up when you mention the tradition in your world, and trey being the observant man he is, decides that it wouldn't hurt if you two both did it, too. it was well in his element anyway. there was no harm in hosting it as along as you seemed to be enjoying it. designating an entire day to first make the gingerbread from scratch, trey then promptly invites you over to heartslabyul to finally decorate separate houses of sweets. he gives you one set of gingerbread and the other to himself before starting a timer which will signal the beginning of your contest. may the best house win~

oh... what do you win if you do end up creating the best house?

trey will let you decide that :)

♡— riddle rosehearts reads you sweet stories before you go to bed. it's after a long and chilling day as the weather outside prevents either of you from going out, making the both of you stuck to your own devices as you spend the day lazing around the dorm, cozying into your comfiest and warmest attire. you wrap yourselves into as many blankets as possible as you nuzzle into the plush cushions of the couch. riddle, whose face was a light shade of pink (whether that be due to the cold of the temperature or his a little closer proximity to you), then begins to recite a few stories he's memorized by heart as his voice lulls you into sleep. the evening grows darker and colder, yet you and riddle grow warmer and content as he finishes his story, realizing you'd fallen asleep, and softly smiles at you before making sure you were securely tucked into your blankets.

☼— jack howl takes you to go see the beautiful lights of the holidays. at first, he acts indifferent to the festivities of the lights, not really paying them any special mind as he goes on about his day. but when he found out that you personally do find enjoyment in seeing the lights, he makes it his unofficial duty of taking you to see this custom. he asks you in the most awkwardly endearing way; his in denial tendencies showing as he refuses to admit that he's bringing you because, well, he cares for you.

"you like... to see the lights, right?"

"oh- no, i don't really care if we go see these or not. i can live without them."

"but you want to see them, so i guess we coul-"

"wait! i mean- no, i did not say anything. just shut up and come with me."

give the boy a break. he just wants to see you happy~

☼— ruggie bucchi handmakes you a present. it's simple and adorable, although don't say that to him out loud. he knows it is, but... just don't admit it out loud, yeah? he begging you. ruggie works hard to make you this present, going so far as to start preparations weeks before he ever gives it to you. it wasn't too difficult to make, in actuality, it's just that he had made sure every detail was meticulously checked constantly for the best results. thinking of you that entire time making the gift, ruggie is eager to find out your reaction once you open the present. on the outside, he looks as if he really couldn't care less of what your reaction will be. but on the inside, the young man hopes that you'll come to like whatever his nimble hands have made for you.

☼— leona kingscholar is a lazy man. but, sometimes, maybe lazy works out in your favor? you think about this as you and leona lay together in the comforts of the warm cushions of the couch you both had squeezed yourselves on, both laying horizontally as you tightly squished yourselves on the couch as if it were bed. leona lays next to you, his breathing slow and steady as he naps with his arm draped over your waist like a blanket. usually, you'd be pushing this man to wake up and get on his nerves for being so "lazy." but now, you find yourself relaxing as your head rests against his chest—feeling the warmth of his body radiating onto yours. and with the freezing snow falling outside, it was hard to resist this moment of peacefully cuddling the typically more arrogant housewarden. it was comfortable, and that was all that mattered.

❋— floyd leech trades (purposefully) silly gifts with you. you both make a challenge for yourselves: whoever gives the most obscure gift wins. and both of you intend on beating the other. you really couldn't remember how the idea first started, though... all you remember is telling floyd of the traditions in your world and then bam. a brilliant idea struck both of your minds. the process is chaotic and strenuous, but the amount of "weird" items you and floyd find while searching is quite amusing. especially in sam's shop of wonders. but despite the laughs you share with him, this is still a competition. whoever out-sillies the other will win. the challenge is on.

❋— despite the winter festivities taking place, jade leech decides to take you to a more... tropical celebration during the holidays. he brings you along to see the seaside as he pulls you into the clear waters of the ocean for a swim, the heat of the sun contrasting the the cold your other friends were probably currently experiencing. a holiday in the heat isn't unheard of, actually; you just didn't expect for jade to invite you of all people to accompany him, let alone with the trip only consisting you and him. he guides you into the slightly deeper side of the waters as his merform is now seen with you grasping his hands in the ocean. the cold water and heat of the island is a nice change of pace for once as you let jade take both of you wherever he wished, with you keeping your hold on his hand the entire time.

❋— azul ashengrotto takes a day off from working to spend time with you, even if it was just for a day. with work constantly filling his mind, it's sometimes difficult for him to spend time with you outside of your visits to mostro lounge or the occasional spotting and waving in between classes at nrc. but! this time is different because today, azul makes it his goal to take work completely off of his mind as he makes his way to your dorm. mostro lounge should be perfectly fine without him for 24 hours... he left jade in charge, so he knows business is in capable hands. once he picks you up from your dorm, azul decides it would be more gentlemanly of him to let you choose a place for you two spend time at. anything. he needs to make up for all of those times he'd been so caught up in matters at octavinelle, of course.

✰— jamil viper holds your hand in his as he places your hands in his pocket while you walk together. it's another cold day as you're all bundled up in cozy winter jackets when jamil notices you trying to warm your hands up by huffing warm air into your palms. after watching you do this a few more times, the young man walking beside you wordlessly takes your hand in his and gently places both his hand and yours into the fabric of his own pocket. you see him do this as a small flush of your cheeks adds to the already red tint of your face due to the cold. jamil makes no effort in acknowledging his actions, however, as he nonchalantly continues facing forward, ignoring the way you seemed to be left a little embarrassed but smiling by this simple gesture. but that doesn't mean jamil isn't also as equally as giddy as you. he just knows how to hide it better.

✰— kalim al-asim shares a hoodie with you. and i mean, actually shares it. literally. as in, he climbs into your hoodie as you're still wearing it and innocently wraps himself around you, his face resting against the shirt you have underneath your hoodie as he uses you as some sort of blanket. the piece of clothing is oversized enough for both of you to fit in at the same time, so it was perfect. as kalim climbs in to join you, he cuddles himself against you as the warmth from both you and the hoodie engulf him, making him feel like a little woodland creature nuzzling itself into your pocket. it's just that... the pocket was much bigger, and much more closer against you. kalim finds comfort in this space with you, so you may be stuck there for a good while~

♪— epel felmier wakes you up to the letters "i ♡ u" written in the pristine snow outside as you look at him from the window, smiling at him as he grins back at you. it's a little early in the morning at epel's home as you wake up to the sound of small snowballs tapping against the window. getting up from out of your bed to see what, or who, was throwing them, you're then met with the sight of a distant epel on the ground, waving up at you as he points to whatever he's written in the snow. your heart melts unlike the snow as you chuckle at what he's written using his footprints in the white snow, the gesture sweet as you see how proud he was with your reaction.

♪— rook hunt sings and serenades you with holiday love songs outside of your dorm's doorway. they're love songs that you had taught him yourself, but that honestly just makes the moment much more romantic and lovely than it originally would have been. with only a guitar in his hands and a bouquet of flowers resting in the quiver strapped along his back with his arrows, rook begins to play you a few songs you taught him from your world, all of which centered around love and the holidays. what other things would make this moment more perfect? the young man also goes to write you his own song as he performs it for you, french both naturally and lyrically intertwined within the words of his song. once he finishes his serenade, he takes off his hat as he places it against his heart, lowering his head in a bow fit for a gentleman.

"my only christmas wish is you, mon ange."

this huntsman truly does know how to make a person swoon, doesn't he?

♪— vil schoenheit subtly gives you a wink from the stage as he performs. with the winter season brewing, vil was set to perform for an event along with many other celebrities in twisted wonderland. he invites you along with other pomefiore students like rook to come watch as he sings and dances on the stage like a star you just couldn't bring yourself to turn away from. so obviously in his element, vil continues performing before he catches your eye looking at him from the audience and flashes you a quick wink. the wink was fast and fleeting, one second he was there glancing at you too, and then gone off to the other side of the stage the next. no one else had caught the sight of his wink your way as you stood there, concealing a smile as you returned to cheering and singing along as the image of vil smiling at you filled you with a certain type of joy.

✤— idia shroud tries his best to keep you warm. walking through the chilly temperatures of the outside, idia notices how your body seems to shiver, causing the generally isolated housewarden to glance at you with a look of concern as you both continue to walk. he debates with himself whether or not he should offer his jacket to you, the idea itself just making him shrivel up in embarrassment. what was this? some cringey shoujo manga? his mind is in conflict with itself as you two walk side by side in silence with idia's expression growing more and more furrowed as he anxiously thinks to himself. minutes pass by with you still silently shivering until idia shakily places his jacket on you. welp, yolo, idia thinks as he avoids the way you look back at him from the corner of his eye, the embarrassment all too much for him.

yolo, indeed.

♛— sebek zigvolt thinks he'd be good at ice skating. for one reason or another, you manage to challenge the boy at ice skating. and he proudly accepts. even though you both know that he has zero experience in skating. zero. it's amazing how you even managed to get this boy out of the rink without any fatal wounds as all he does on the ice skating rink is fall down rambunctiously and yell because he claims that you had another student "curse" the ice, causing him to fall down almost every two minutes. in reality, though, sebek just lacks any semblance of grace when it comes to the ice. he won't accept defeat from a mere human, however! no, no, no... you both will be staying there until sebek can successfully skate through the entire rink without falling! onward, human!

♛— silver makes the true magic of the holidays happen as he uses his magic to make a reindeer fly, just like in the stories you'd always tell him about your world. he knows that, in your world, those stories are merely fictional, but he wishes to show you something beautiful during your time in twisted wonderland. so, he makes a few of his woodland friends fly as he guides you into the forest he typically spends his time in, showing you sights you'd never seen before as you both hop onto the back of the reindeer and see the world in an entirely different point of view with silver and the reindeer guiding you through the stratosphere.

♛— lilia vanrouge catches you in a mistletoe "trap." you're completely caught off-guard as you search for him all over nrc after getting an ominous message from him reading only the word "help", making you rush through the entire school in search for your precious fae lover. you're speeding through the halls until the frightening, but still adorable, face of lilia suddenly pops up in front of you with a playful grin before promptly placing a light kiss to your forehead... all while he hung upside down as he held... what looked like mistletoe above both of your heads???

"i must say, (y/n), your world has very fun traditions. we should do this next year as well~"

you look at him at first with confusion until it registers in your mind as you see the familiar red and green plant in his hand.

wait. how did he get that in the first place-?

♛— malleus draconia showers you with gifts. constantly. all throughout december, malleus manages to give you more gifts than you have ever gotten your whole life. and he doesn't stop either. you can't even comprehend how he found the time to find all of these for you... or how he hasn't run out of gift ideas just yet. your dorm is almost overflowing with gifts just from him as you sort through piles of items and wrapping paper, the dorm looking even more disheveled as you attempt to organize the chaos. the instant he found out about the "season of giving," malleus made all of the effort to do just that. give, and give, and give, and give... you get the point. and it's only for you, of course. who else would the fae prince use this much effort for? only you.

a/n: i will rise from the dead whenever it comes to christmas

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ppnuggiex · 1 year

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　　　　　　DORMLEADERS x gn reader

　　　　『　riddle ,, leona ,, azul ,, kalim ,, vil ,, idia ,, malleus ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> painting their nails to match their dorms ,, matching nails

　　— fluff ,, sfw

　　— just an idea that came to me :D feel free to request !! theyre open !! there are some slight movie references 🫵

- riddle

| • he was a bit reluctant at first to you painting his nails but agreed in the end

| • white black and red is the color scheme

| • on one hand ,, you have the card signs ;; diamond ,, spade ,, heart ,, club ,, and on the pinky is a 'j' for joker

| • on the other hand you have the different things from a familiar movie ,, a white rabbit ,, a crown ,, a cat ,, a little playing card ,, and a white heart on the pinky

| • riddle is quite amazed with your skills ,, enjoying the little ornaments and decorations painted on his nails

| • lord have mercy if someone saw yalls matching nails

| • cater would beam at them ,, and trey would find them cute

| • ace and deuce ,, however ,, have different reactions ,, but they dont really want to be collared so they happen to keep their mouths shut around riddle

| • but around you ,, theyre blabbing about it left and right ,, mainly ace but sometimes deuce chips in a bit

| • in the end ,, riddle enjoys matching with you in a sort of way

- azul

| • another thats reluctant to agree ,, after all he does have an image to uphold and who knows how the tweels will react if they notice

| • but he also gives in ,, noting the happy look on your face when he does

| • your color scheme is a lavender ,, dark grey and an off white color

| • on one hand ,, you paint little marine creatures ;; an octopus ,, an eel ,, a lobster ,, a random blue and yellow striped fish ,, and a tentacle on the pinky nail

| • the other hand consists of little items that happen to be associated with octavinelle ;; azul's contracts ,, jade's mushrooms ,, floyd's basketball (azul wasnt too happy abt it but he didnt say much)

| • though on the last two nails you added the mostro lounge logo and on the pinky you painted it lavender and added grey stripes

| • azul's quite glad he happens to have gloves because the last thing he needs is the tweels noticing the little things on his nails

| • but they notice anyways ,, and maybe you let it slip that you and azul are matching

| • lord have mercy for this man

- leona

| • he dont care ,, just huffs and tells you to do whatever if it makes you happy

| • he pretends to stay asleep during it ,, but he does like the feeling of your hands holding onto his ,, and maybe the thought of matching with you

| • he wont care for who sees it ,, if it makes you happy he'll happily comply with you

| • the scheme is a beige color ,, bright yellow orange ,, and a dark grey

| • on one hand you paint ;; a lion ,, a bone ,, a hyena (leona fusses abt it) ,, a wolf (he also fussed abt that) ,, and a star on the pinky

| • the other hand you kept simple and plain ,, adding a star on every other nail and stripes on the others

| • if anyone mentions your matching nails in a bad manner ,, he'll get on their case immediately ,, telling them to mind their own business

| • he'll gladly match nails with you again in the future though ,, he'll still fuss abt it but he enjoys it

- kalim

| • he happily agrees ! he wants to match nails ! hes so excited for it he can barely sit still as is

| • jamil at first offers to do it for you both but you deny him

| • your color scheme is red ,, black ,, and a gold color

| • on one hand you paint :: a desert ,, a snake ,, an elephant ,, kalim's flying carpet ,, and a black heart on the pinky

| • on the other hand you paint every other nail red and the rest black with gold stripes

| • he adores them ! hes so happy to match with you ,, adoring all the different drawings on them ,, in love with the color scheme

| • if anyone asks about them he'll gladly talk their ears off about how you did them and how they look so cool

- idia

| • you happened to ask him during a game ,, and he got surprised ,, stuttering at first before slowly agreeing to it

| • the color scheme is blue ,, and off white ,, and black

| • on one hand you paint :: cerebus ,, blue fire ,, pain and panic from a certain movie (hercules) ,, and a black heart on the pinky

| • on the other hand you paint every other nail blue and black ,, and add white flames with blue accents to the ones that are black ,, and white stripes to the black nails

| • he likes the nails ,, especially seeing cerebus on them ,, and the idea of matching

| • if ortho finds out his hair will be tinted pink as he tries to distract his brother from the fact that yall are matching nails

| • he loves it though ,, sometimes running his thumb over them and looking over the little designs

- vil

| • refuses ,, flat out refuses ,, he's not too confident in youe nail painting abilities and he doesnt bother to figure out whether theyre good or not

| • but after a bit of begging he'll sigh and give in ,, telling you not to mess up

| • your color scheme is white ,, a prussian blue ,, purple ,, bright red and black to match vils dorm outfit and the dorm itself

| • on one hand you paint :: a rose ,, a poison covered apple ,, an arrow ,, a potion and a red heart on the pinky

| • so far vil is a bit intrigued at your abilities and lets you continue ,, giving another warning not to mess up

| • on the other hand you paint ever other hand red and the other blue ,, putting black stripes over the blue nails and on the red nails you paint white poison drips with a bit of purple tint

| • he likes them ,, theyre alright ,, not the best hes had but hes touched by the fact you both are matching

| • he offers to teach you how to paint nails better though ,, saying you could use it but nonetheless he's impressed at your abilities

| • when hes alone he gets all giddy about it but shhh ,, dont tell

- malleus

| • hes over the moon ,, you want to match nails with him ?? you want to paint his nails ?? oh ,, love for you ! love for you for a thousand years !! hes so happy ,, even his little fangs are showing when smiles widely at you

| • your color scheme is green ,, black ,, and an off white

| • on one hand you paint :: a dragon's head ,, a thorned flower ,, a bat (to resemble lilia) ,, a lightning bolt (for sebek) ,, and a sword (for silver)

| • on the other hand you paint every other nail green and the rest black ,, putting black stripes over the green nails and white stripes on the black nails ,, though on the pinky you put a black heart

| • hes so touched ,, seeing the little symbols ,, adoring the dragon head you put so much detail into

| • he wont show anyone unless they point them out

| • and of course ,, sebek does ,, astonished that his master has his nails painted

| • lilia is quick to join in with it ,, before he catches the little bat on one nail and decides to leave it be ,, smiling to himself

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yunjardi · 2 years

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my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[check here for this series's general warnings and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], daddy kink, spanking, unprotected sex, reader loses her virginity, oral, fingering, mentions of blood because of it being the reader's first time, swearing, alcohol, rich people slander LOL, mentions of pervy rich people, jake being a fucking tease]

*feel free to lmk if i missed anything

*note: reader wears glasses

*also sorry if there are any errors regarding grammar oops

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chapter 1: business proposal

chapter 2 here

school, bar, home; that's what your life has been for the past however many months it's been since you first acquired your position as a bartender. the bar has basically been your life since you started working there, and you didn't hate it, but that doesn't necessarily mean you loved it either. shifts were often long and strenuous, especially on friday nights in which every rich person in the city wants to drink until they get alcohol poisoning.

working at a "rich peoples' bar" had its benefits though; huge parties meant large amounts of tips even though most of your tip money went into paying rent and school tuition. but hey, it's better than being stuck in the family house you worked so desperately to get out of.

juggling university and your job oftentimes stressed you out and made you wonder if you should choose one over the other, but you never forget to remind yourself that you can't work at the bar forever even if it felt like an easy way out.

"y/n!" yeji, your friend from university and coworker, called out, prompting you to snap out of your thoughts and look in her direction, "i'm heading out now, so do you think you can handle the rest of the night without your favorite coworker?" she joked as you nudged her arm. "oh no, whatever will i do without you?" you said sarcastically, yeji pulling you into a hug afterward. you both laughed as you waved at each other, her waking out the door, holding it open for someone who was coming in as she was leaving.

he approached your section of the bar as you were wiping down its surface, wanting to make sure the expensive marble countertops were kept presentable all throughout the night. a sleazy part of you liked wiping down the counters because it gave you a chance to get more tips by showing your cleavage, and yes, it always worked with the pervy and horny rich men as funny and pathetic as it may sound. the tight, black long sleeve button up paired with a short skirt and a (fake) diamond necklace really makes for a good night money wise. the 'uniform' is arguably what gets you tips in the first place considering that more than 90% of the consumers are greedy rich people. for a seemingly classy bar, the management loves to dress their female employees like hookers.

it took a second for you to realize that you were lost in your thoughts again, aimlessly wiping nothing off the marble countertop. you were so distracted that you looked up to see an extremely handsome young man seated on one of the barstools and had no idea how long he'd been waiting there just staring at the drink menu. "o-oh, i'm so sorry, what can i get for you?" you asked shyly as you folded the rag you were using and pushed it to the side. he chuckled lightly at your embarrassed expression and body language before responding. "just a glass of armand de brignac ace of spades brut rosé," he said nonchalantly as he pointed at the pretty pink bottle with a smirk as if ordering a $500 champagne was normal.

you turned around to fetch a crystal wine glass and couldn't help but turn red because of how fucking sexy this guy was. you almost didn't trust yourself to pour this expensive alcohol because of how sweaty your hands were, but you shook it off and quickly placed the wine glass on the table, pushing it toward him. "let me know if you want to order anything else," you smiled, trying to keep your eyes off of him, knowing that you wouldn't be able to look away if you were to spare even the tiniest glance at him.

"thank you, beautiful," he said, taking a sip of his expensive champagne. his comment caused you to promptly snap your head up at him, wondering if he was actually serious or if he was just another flirty (and possibly horny) rich guy. "why, thank you," you flirted back subtly, slightly leaning against the counter on your elbows, hoping to get a few tips. he let out a gentle chuckle as he reached one of his veiny hands out toward your neck to take a hold of your necklace. you blushed in surprise at this touch but didn't pull away.

"such a shame," he sighed as he admired your chest area in a somehow amorous and non perverted manner, "a beautiful woman like you should have real diamonds resting against her pretty skin..." his voice trailed off as he let go of your necklace.

man, he really indirectly pointed out how broke you are, and also how the fuck could he tell these diamonds were fake with his naked eye? rich people surprise you every time.

you couldn't tell if the reason you were blushing was because of the fact that his hands were dangerously close to your neck and chest or if you were embarrassed at the fact that you couldn't afford a real diamond necklace. you were at a loss for words for a hot minute as you looked down at your necklace that seemed to sparkle less now that he pointed out how it isn't genuine.

"i'm sorry... just thinking out loud," he sighed as he looked you in your eyes, making your breathing hitch for a second. "oh, n-no you're fine," you responded, trying to laugh it off, "would you like anything else? a refill maybe?" you said as you looked down at his almost-empty wine glass.

"well," he started as he shifted in the barstool, now resting one of his elbows upon the counter, "i would like to buy you a real diamond necklace, but if we're talking in terms of me wanting anything else from the bar, i think i'm fine for now." he smirked and took another sip of his drink. god, he was such a tease, but you didn't mind because he was so unbelievably attractive.

"you're so sweet," you laughed shyly as you tried to hide your face, "but you seem a bit tipsy, so make sure to be safe out there when you head out." a fake pout formed on his face as he looked at you again. "trying to get rid of me already? i promise i'm not drunk, beautiful," he chuckled as his eyes traveled down to the sparkling crystal wine glass that was now empty. you'd be lying if you said that you weren't on the brink of kissing him because of his smooth comments, but you had to remind yourself that these situations are normal at the rich people bars; they flirt, you fall for them, they take you home, you fall harder, they leave because you meant nothing to them in the first place.

'never get attached to rich people' was always your golden rule, but you weren't thinking rationally in this particular moment. you were only thinking about him; a rich man whose name you didn't even know yet, and you couldn't help but mentally sigh at the fact that he could never be yours.

"what's on your mind, hm? you look lost in thought," he said, his thick accent music to your ears. you immediately snap out of your thoughts for the nth time tonight, turning red at the fact that you were so obviously disconnected from the situation. "o-oh, it's nothing," you stuttered embarrassingly, "just a little tired; long night, you know?" you lied even though you knew that he could see right through you like you were a piece of glass.

"is that so?" he smirked then let out a sigh, "i would love to keep talking." you pushed your glasses up and glanced at the clock. it's only half past ten, what's the harm staying for a little longer.

"i'll stay if you stay with me," you said in a mildly seductive tone as you leaned forward onto the counter, again, hoping to make a few tips. "what made you think that i planned to leave?" he asked, leaning in closer and making you visibly flustered. he smirked, fully aware of the effect he has on you.

"get yourself something to drink. it's on me," he said as he pulled out a black card, your eyes widening at the sight of it. god, he made you feel like a peasant. "b-but everything here is so expensive, a-and i'd hate for you to spend that kind of money on me-"

"don't worry about it, princess. i only spend by the thousand, so get anything that your heart desires."

his confidence made a knot form in your stomach. oh, how the tables have turned; now you're the horny one.

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you didn't get blackout drunk so-to-say, but you drank enough alcohol to have a headache when you woke up the next morning, and it took you more than just a few minutes to remember what the hell happened last night. you then realized that you never even asked that guy what his name was and immediately felt like a fucking idiot.

thank god it was your day off because you may have had to call in sick because of the pounding headache that you were suffering-

bzzz...bzzz...bzzz

you groaned as you turned to check who was calling you, and to your surprise, it was yeji. as you hit 'answer,' you hoped she wasn't calling because of short staff at work.

"hey, y/n! sorry if i'm waking you up, even though it's 3PM," she joked as you groaned and sat up, "there's someone here who just asked for you. uhhh, he has dyed blond hair, average height, and he's veryyyy handsome. he's seated at your section of the bar waiting for you if you want to head over and see what he wants, but i can tell him that it's your day off if you want me to-"

"i'll be right over!"

you quickly hung up the phone and jumped out of bed to get ready. you sobered up so quickly that it could've been a world record. after taking shower so quick that it could've also been a world record, you got dressed in a cute but classy outfit that showed just enough skin to tease him then dashed out the door.

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you took a deep breath before opening the fancy double doors to get inside the bar, immediately looking over to your side of the bar to see him sitting there patiently waiting for you to show up. you tried your best to casually walk over to your section of the bar but before you could get any closer, yeji spotted you and excitedly ran in your direction, engulfing you in a hug. she let go of you to turn your head to the side with both of her hands, "you see him?!" she exclaimed, quickly prompting you to slap your hand over her mouth. "shush, yej! he has ears, you know!" you whisper-yelled as you both slowly walked over to that side of the bar. as soon as you were close enough to him, yeji gave you a stern pat on the shoulder and rushed back over to the other side of the bar.

"so," you said flirtatiously as you put your hand on one of his broad shoulders, "i heard you were looking for me." your touch startled him, causing his shoulder to tense up, but he quickly calmed down after he realized it was you. "well, you heard right," he said, his signature smirk forming on his face. you smirked back, looking into his pretty brown eyes and trying to exude the same confidence that he was even though you were nervous out of your pants.

"you didn't even know who to request seeing as you don't even know my name," you teased as you sat on the stool next to him. "and yet, here you are, miss?" he asked, somehow coming off more confident than you even though he was literally asking a question. "y/l/n y/n" you chuckled, "and you?"

"jake, jake sim, sim jaeyun. depends who you ask," he said with a hint of sarcasm as held his hand out for you to shake it as if you two were meeting for the first time. you rolled your eyes playfully as you leaned in closer to him. "so, what business do you have with me, jake?" you asked teasingly as you placed your hand on his warm forearm, flustering him. "hmm, i don't know," he said as he put his free hand on top of yours, "maybe we could go out? after all, it is your day off." you looked at him with slight disbelief, not expecting him to ask you to go out with him. "so, like a date?" you asked, cocking your head to the side. "it's whatever you want it to be, princess," he smirked as he stood up, holding his hand out to help you off the high barstool.

"have fun, guys!" yeji yelled from across the bar as if she'd been watching us the whole time (which she probably was). jake smiled sheepishly as waved back at her, his other hand holding yours as you left the bar together.

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you sat nervously in the passenger's seat of his fancy car, not knowing what to expect out of this little "date" that you two were about to go on. "so, where are we going, jake?" you ask casually, glancing at his perfect side profile. "we're gonna head further into gangnam's shopping centers. i did say i wanted to get you some real diamonds, right?" your eyes widened in a mixture of shock and surprise.

"y-you're kidding, right?" you laughed sheepishly, but he shook his head, shocking you even further. "nope. we're getting you a pretty little necklace," he said nonchalantly as he parked the car and unbuckled his seatbelt, quickly getting out of the car to open the door for you. handsome and a gentleman? score.

you took jake's hand as he led you into a jewelry store that you never even imagined walking into, let alone buying anything from. your eyes lit up at the immense sparking of diamonds in every corner of the establishment. jake seemed to notice your astonishment and giggled at your cute mannerisms. "go ahead and look around, beautiful," jake politely urged, "your only parameter is that it has to be one thousand or over; i only spend by the thousand, remember?" he smirked as he lifted your chin up with his index finger. you nodded and your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as jake moved his finger away from your face.

you were completely clueless on how to even begin navigating this jewelry store, so you looked up at jake for a bit of guidance. "you're so cute," he cooed as he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you close as he walked you toward one of the huge glass cases of diamond jewelry, "no need to be nervous, y/n." you smiled shyly as you felt the warmth of his arm against your waist. the glass cases were lined with dark red velvet that complimented the shine of the gold and diamonds that rested upon its surface.

after awhile of looking closely at a few necklaces, you finally found a piece that caught your eye. jake noticed the way you gazed at it through the jewelry case and immediately asked an employee to take it out for you. "here," jake said as he gently moved your hair onto your shoulder, clasping the necklace before moving your hair back to its original position, "it looks beautiful on you, princess." you blushed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, the diamond necklace resting against your skin. "do you like this one?" the employee asked the two of you, looking from you to jake, looking visibly flustered at how attractive jake was. you looked at jake and nodded. he smiled as he unclasped the necklace and handed it back over to the employee. "we'll take it," jake said as he held you close.

"your total comes out to ₩1,897,267.50," the employee said casually as she took jake's black card and swiped it on the pin pad, handing it back to him once the transaction was completed. the price was enough to make you nauseous.

"i told you that real diamonds would look beautiful around your neck," jake said as he gently caressed the necklace that laid against your soft skin, causing goosebumps to run down your body, "but you wanna know what would look even better around your neck?" he asked as you looked deeply into his eyes, nodding for him to continue. "my hand," he said as he leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his as your heartbeat rises to a level you didn't know existed.

"what are you implying, hm?" you teased, "show me, jake."

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a simple car make out session turned into you two stumbling into his house, no, sorry, his mansion, bursting into his huge bedroom, and throwing yourselves down on his king size bed.

"god, you're fucking hot," you breathed out as you toyed with one of the buttons on his shirt. he chuckled and smirked and began to kiss down your neck and shoulders, making your whole body flutter with anticipation.

anticipation because you'd never done anything like this before; you were a virgin.

"jake wait," you said softly as you played with his smooth hair, making him stop immediately to make sure he wasn't breaking any of your boundaries, "i, um, i've never done this before." your face turning red in embarrassment from having admitted that you were a virgin.

"we can stop if you want to-" jake started before you smashed your lips against his, another make out session beginning soon after. "who told you that i wanted to stop?" you asked as you teasingly brushed your fingertips against his cheek. "we'll take it slow, okay? i promise i'll make you feel good, princess."

slowly, you let him take your shirt and bottoms off, leaving you only in your matching black bra and panties. "such a pretty little body," jake breathed out as he ran his hands down your exposed skin, "you're all mine." you bit your lip and nodded as you toyed with his belt, eventually taking it off along with his pants, moaning at the sight of how hard he was.

he took the diamond necklace off your neck and placed it on his bedside table. "the only thing around your neck is gonna be my hand, isn't that right?" he asked as he positioned himself against the headboard of his bed, motioning for you to sit between his legs. "mhm, jakey," you responded as you cozied your back against his chest. "already such a good girl," he smirked against the back of your head as he planted a kiss on your neck, "let me show you what good girls deserve." slowly, he slid your panties down your legs, teasing your inner thighs in the process, causing you to shiver.

"let me know if it's too much, okay?" jake said as he began to inch his hand closer and closer to your wet entrance until he eventually brought his fingers to your clit. you gasped at the contact as he began to rub circles around it, putting one of his fingers inside you slowly and beginning to pump it in and out of you. "f-feels good," you moaned out softly as you gripped onto one of his muscular thighs. "yeah? feels good? you're so tight, princess. you might have a little trouble taking my cock," he teased as he began to finger you at a faster pace. you whined out for him, begging him to put another finger in. "please, jakey?" you asked softly, your legs trembling desperately. "how could i say no to such a good girl?" jake cooed as he inserted another finger, moaning at the way your walls squeezed both his ring and middle finger.

lewd moans and noises escaped your lips as jake continued to finger you, moving his free hand up to your boobs, grabbing and caressing them as he pleased you.

"w-wanna cum so bad," you whimpered as jake slowed his fingers down, pulling them out of you. "not yet, princess," jake said sternly as he moved you aside to pull his retraining boxers down, revealing his hard length. your eyes lit up innocently at the sight of his member as jake chuckled, pumping himself a few times to tease you.

"c-can i touch?" you asked softly as you leaned even closer to him. "i would love you to, beautiful, but tonight is about you. you can touch daddy next time, i promise." he said, proceeding to plant a kiss on your soft lips. "now spread your legs for me, sweetheart," jake said softly yet sternly. you followed his orders, leaning against a pillow and spreading your legs for him. he brought his head down between your legs and dragged his tongue up and down your helplessly dripping warmth without warning, causing you to whine and gasp and the new feeling as jake continued to work his tongue around your pussy.

"jakey," you whined out, biting your lip, "so good. please don't stop." you felt him smirk against your warmth, proceeding to suck on your clit as he held onto your thighs for stability even though they weren't much help considering how much they were trembling. he took mental notes of the way your body reacted to the different things that he did to you, making sure that he pleased you as much as possible.

jake looked up, wiping your excess arousal off of his lips then lining himself up with your mildly overstimulated entrance. "tell me if it hurts, okay, baby? it'll feel good after a little while." jake reassured as he teased your entrance with his tip that leaked precum. you nodded as you let jake push your thighs down onto the bed, eventually pushing a few inches of himself inside your tight entrance. you flinched at the feeling, but jake was quick to offer you his hand to hold, which you gladly accepted. "god, you're so fucking tight," jake groaned out, "i'm so lucky to be the first person who gets to feel you." you whined and nodded. "a-all for you. i'm all daddy's." he smirked against your neck before sucking on a soft section of skin. "yeah, that's right."

soon, he began to slowly move himself in and out of you gently, letting you adjust to his size. "jake, m-more please," you begged quietly as you looked into his eyes. he bit his lip as he began to pick up the pace, causing his head to fall into the crook of your neck as he groaned at the way your walls violently clenched around his cock.

"fuck, can we switch positions, baby?" jake whispered into your ear, "i want to see that pretty ass bounce against my cock." you nodded as jake got off of you. "ass up, face down, princess," he commanded to which you naturally obeyed, nestling your cheek into the sheets as you arched your back, inviting him to destroy you. "please hurry," you begged, "w-wanna feel you." jake scoffed as he landed a harsh spank on your ass, riling you up even more. "it's your first time and you're already so needy," jake tsked as he shoved himself back inside you, making you moan at the sudden wave of pleasure.

jake spanked your ass harshly as he pounded into you, your helpless moans and mewls fueling his desire to please you. "jake! so good," you moaned out as you gripped onto the bedsheets. "mhm? daddy making you feel good?" jake asked amorously as he pulled you up so that your back rested against his sweaty chest. "s-so good, jakey," you moaned softly, his thrusts becoming slower as he rubbed your clit, aiding you in reaching your high.

you practically melted into his hands as you felt your cum run down his veiny member, moaning out his name as he left hickeys on your neck. he slowly lowered your body back down onto the bed to begin ramming himself into you again, making you cry out as he praised you for being such a good toy. "already such a slut and it's only your first time," jake breathed out as his strokes became less uniform and more sloppy. "where do you want daddy's cum, princess?" he asked as he tugged your hair. "i-inside me, please," you moaned softly as jake pulled out of you and laid you down on your back, wanting to look into your eyes while he released his seed inside you.

you let him continue littering your neck with bites and hickeys as you clawed into his back, moaning uncontrollably at the amount of pleasure being delivered to your body from his. "jakey," you moaned out as his thrusts became stronger, chasing his high as your walls squeezed his hard cock. the sight of his sweaty, toned abs were enough for you to cum all over him again.

"god, you feel so fucking good," jake growled into your ear as his seed coated your tight walls, "next time, we'll go harder, how does that sound, princess?" he asked, you nodding as he kissed your jaw in a caring manner.

next time, you thought. those two words circulated through your mind.

you both collapsed onto his now unmade bed, panting and sweating but also sharing a few laughs and soft kisses. jake slid his hand between your thighs, bringing his big hand toward your now sore entrance as he planted a kiss on your cheek. "aw, i'm sorry, princess," jake said sweetly, "sorry i made you bleed; it happens when it's your first time, but i promise you'll feel better soon." you smiled shyly into his collarbone. his words struck a soft spot in your heart. it felt almost... intimate.

"so," jake started, breaking the awkward silence before it could fully set in, "dinner?"

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as if you hadn't gotten enough of the 'rich life' experience today, jake surprised you once again by taking you to a nauseatingly expensive restaurant that you never thought you'd set foot into. a typical white tablecloth was draped around a single round table that was decorated with pretty rose petals and a tea light; super cliché and predictable of a fancy restaurant, but still romantic nonetheless.

"jake?" you asked, prompting him to look up from the menu that you were sure he's seen more than a million times, "has anyone ever told you how sweet you are?" he bit his lip shyly and looked down at the table again. "shhh, you're making me blush, y/n," jake whined as his puppy dog eyes glimmered in the dim lights. "what? i'm serious," you giggled as he put his hand on the nape of his neck, getting shy again. wanting to keep up the whole confident act, you pulled out your phone and took a candid photo of him looking all shy, giggling at the photo you got as a result.

"hey!" he whined again, "two can play that game." jake pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of you in return, making you cover your face shyly as he teased you for being cute. "see," jake said as he showed the picture to you, "now i have a cute little contact photo for you." you swatted at him playfully as he let out soft laughs, trying not to make the two of you look like idiots inside this fancy restaurant.

you were on your phone deciding what his name should be on your phone, and you hoped you weren't the only one overthinking it. you went from

jake sim

jake

jake :)

jake... your fingers lingered over your keyboard before ultimately deciding on

jake🤍

was the heart emoji too intense? maybe. but did you care? no.

little did you know, jake was on the other side of the table having the same dilemma.

y/n y/l/n

no, that's too formal

y/n

no, that's too generic

y/n :)

no, that seems a little creepy

y/n 💕

he was unsure at first, but ultimately decided that he was going to keep it like that.

"y/n?" jake asked, probably noticing how unnecessarily focused you were on your phone. "oh, yeah," you smiled sheepishly as you looked up from your phone, "sorry about that." he smiled shyly at you as you took a sip of water from a fancy wine glass.

"hey," jake started, "do you mind if i ask you a question? well, it's more of a proposal; a "business proposal" if you will." he said with air quotes. you cocked your head to the side in confusion but nodded for him to continue.

"have you every had a sugar daddy before?"

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Red lips - Portgas D. Ace x Fem!Singer!Reader

Summary: On his first special incognito task with only the most seasoned Whitebeard pirates, Ace discovers a diamond amongst a sea of stones... he can't quite take his eyes off of her.

Tw: language, sexual implications and violence

(In Ace's POV for a reason, sorry ●^●)

The tie looped around his hand, knotting it uncomfortably causing Ace to huff in annoyance. If he'd known this event was Black-tie he would've said no to coming along. But the trust and responsibility given to him to carry out this task alongside his crewmates was too much to turn away from. For the thrill as well, being masked in the crowds of unsuspecting enemies, that was certainly something the hot-headed young pirate couldn't say no to.

As he fumbled around to untie the black fabric, an effort to try again, a gloved hand snatched his up and began to do it for him. Ace grinned, meeting the eyes of his fellow commander. "Thanks Izou", he chimed out, letting the other go about his work neatly and precisely. It left Ace with a second to admire the work of his comrade, talented in make-up and styling enough to pass as a woman for the evening. They had to be incognito after all. "You look lovely by the way. If I met you at a bar like this, I'd buy you a drink".

Izou chuffed a laugh. "I'd take the drink and leave you at the bar if you did".

The two of them joked for a moment more, Izou finished tying and then began to fix up any other errors Ace had made.

The door to the bathroom of the hotel room they were in clicked open revealing Marco - or rather Marco who now didn't look like Marco. His hair was styled, dyed with a temporary brown colour too. Signature glasses that Ace had seen him wear were swapped for tinted shades that made him look even more suave than his suit was already presenting.

"Wow, you actually look nice when you're cleaned up" Izou commented.

Marco frowned, rubbing his face. "You saying I don't look nice or clean normally?"

Both lower ranking commanders laughed together and Marco ignored them with a grunt. He fiddled with the keys in his pocket, tossing them at Ace. "Yeah yeah, enough of that. We ready to go?"

In the lobby they met up with three others: Vista, Thatch and Whitey, whom they'd borrowed in order to complete the misson. Each were dressed up in fancy clothes, decorated just enough and far from their normal looks to pass as regulars in this setting.

Together they grouped, whispering in hushed breathes.

Whitey went first. "So about our roles... refresh me".

"Whitey you'll act as the partner to Vista, both of you will be pretending to be average high life citizens going about the casino and bar areas. Eaves drop as much as you can, socialise and get info and tell us if we need to hear anything urgently" Marco explained.

He turned and gestured to Izou. "Myself and Izou are posing as a rich married pair of socialites that fund our targets, members of the underground. We'll be in the lounge and getting information from them in you need us".

He took a deep breath before looking between Thatch and Ace with concern. "Ace, it's your first mission with us like this so naturally your task is just to wander around as our back up next to Thatch. Only act if we tell you to, otherwise just hang tight".

Thatch patted his shoulder happily. "Nah don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him".

No one was reassured by that but left, feeling the weight of their individual goals on their shoulders. As they walked away, Thatch leaned over and whispered to Ace. "Wanna go see how many drinks we get before we leave here? Assuming we'll have to exit quickly, meaning those lovely drinks will be free..."

With a beer glass in hand, half empty, Ace sat back down on his bar stool. He'd sat for so long that the leather cushion under him was no longer cold and uncomfortable. Next to him, Thatch leaned on the counter a little too close, flirting with the cute bartender.

In the hour or so they'd been parted, Ace hadn't seen anyone he knew. What kept him company was lingering stares from married women walking by him, hugging onto their oblivious husbands arms, and Thatch with his nearly six drink count.

The layout of the lounge and bar area was clean and symmetrical, highlighting a stage front and center with draped velvet curtains and spotlights. Round tables were in the pit, hosting nobles or some other type of balloon headed posh people. Above them were overhanging ledges like you'd find in a theatre where more people moved and looked over with each passing minute.

So far, none of the acts had been good.

Ace caught the ending on a really crappy comedy act when he first sat down, the guy left with his tail between his legs as men booed him off and behind the cover of curtains. After him was some dancers, as expected of such a high end place, but none of them caught his eye. Sure they looked nice but the appeal was more in their nice outfits that hid their lack of skills.

When the dancers cleared the stage, Ace thought it might be over now and he could go wander around innhis boredom. But when a glittering flash from the main spotlight came down and lit a ring in the center of the stage, Ace couldn't move. A microphone rose from a hole in the floor and hummed gently as they turned it on. He looked around, gaging the reactions of the others in the crowds. They looked delighted with anticipation as if this was the thing they'd been waiting for with held breath.

A click clack of what could only be heels sounded with an echo, the room was so quiet now in respect for whoever was about to appear. It got closer and closer to emerging from the fabric, that was when Ace recognised Marco and Izou moving to sit down with in a group. They took their seats in the middle, right below the stage, and Ace noticed Marco looked passive. He wouldn't worry until they made a signal.

Finally she appeared.

It was like a haze had clouded his gaze, then the heady smoke lifted and suddenly it was as if everything was as clear as crystal. The most clarity he'd ever had in his whole life.

She was tall, like a glass of champagne, and she seemed to glow too. Her dress was beautiful, cut with a slit to the middle thigh white the colar hang from shoulder to shoulder them dipped in the middle. Her hair was long, shiny and silky as it reflected light. But what made her so so noticeable was her face, more importantly her eyes. In only a second of scanning the crowd with no intentions of paying anyone special attention, she landed her gaze right on him. Like he was the only man in the world, she was the only woman. If it were true, even then it would be a blessing for her to even consider his presence.

Then she looked away, focusing on nothing much as she addressed the crowds. "How are we this evening?" Her voice was sultry but sweet too, yet it suited her Ace thought. His heart was beating loudly in his chest and he was sure Thatch could even hear it in his drunken stupor.

The crowds rumbled back and she laughed softly. Oh he wished she'd laugh for him, at him even... he didn't care as along as it was her.

"I see new faces in the crowd tonight..." she briefly looked at him, dared to smile with those wine red lips of hers, "so I'll give you curtesy of knowing my name, (Y/n) (L/n), but for the sake of remembering me you can just call me Red".

The group on Marco's table seemed particularly animated, on of the Dons' that Ace recognised as a target leaned in a spoke something to him that made him nod.

Before he could even react, music started to sound in his ears. Then her voice, a soft and growing hum and she mouthed along the sounds. Soon enough she was singing, better than anyone he'd heard before and he wondered why a voice like hers with a face just as beautiful to match wasn't a world known star. If Boa Hancock was supposed to be the most beautiful woman in the world then he was sure that they hadn't seen (Y/n) who was tucked away in the shadows of the Dons'.

The time that passed as hard to keep track of because he only focused on her alone. Each song and she'd meet his gaze briefly, but just enough so that her eyes could burn him and set his heart on fire all over again. Surely it was on purpose.

Finally the songs ended and the crowd, now tripled, burst into applause as flowers were thrown onto stage for her. He felt a wild and unnatural jealousy in himself, if he had a flower he would've given it to his but he couldn't and so he felt annoyed by those men desperate for her attention.

She took a hand offered to her and came down from the stage just in front of Marco's table. Her hand in the hand on one of the Dons'. If the lingering relaxation from her voice and smile hadn't stuck to him he'd probably have stormed over.

The group talked between themselves and she blended in with them like any polite woman would... but she looked uncomfortable. Not enough for anyone to see it. But it was enough for a man who'd studied her eyes for goodness knows how long to notice the subtle change in them. And her hand was rubbing her arm, closed in nature and reserved. She looked like she wanted to escape from there. All she had to do was look at him, it was all it would take he thought. And she did, turning her head ever so slightly in his direction with wide gorgeous eyes.

He left Thatch at the bar and the tipsy man had no time to respond to Ace's exit, only a sshort gasp. Ace weaved through the crowd, bumping into people and excusing himself until finally he was closer to her. She looked startled to see him at her side so quickly, beck and called like a loyal dog. The other looked just as surprised. Marco looked peeved. And Ace realised how unprepared he was.

"I uhh" he couldn't speak at all.

The Don glared at him in authority, (Y/n) looked helpless for him and even slightly apologetic. "The hell ya think you're doing kid, what'dya want?" The Don asked.

Marco cut in for him to save embarrassment. "Apologies, he's an assistant of mine he means no harm".

The Don chuffed. "Makes sense..."

Ace stood awkwardly, unsure if he should leave. Marco spoke for him instead. It looked like the first commander wanted him gone and so he compromised. "If you don't object perhaps he could escort Miss Red back to her apartments. Then we could continue our conversation..."

Izou smiled in agreement, appearing only slightly nervous by the sudden change in plans.

The Don smirked sluggishly. "Why not, I'd prefer we move to a quieter booth to talk business" he looked down at (Y/n), a look Ace was entirely pissed off by. He looked at her like she was a possession. "Go along Red. We'll meet early tomorrow, I need you by my side to meet some clients".

She nodded sheepishly, so contrast to the woman she was on stage. Ace hated it. He hated all on his. He slipped her arm onto his and turned away gently guiding her out of the lounge. The rage under his skin boiled away as he left the proximity of that scumbag and was now virtually alone with her. Now his anger was replaced with butterflies in his stomach.

"Thankyou" she muttered, looking up into his eyes. Her words were so buttery smooth he though was going to melt right then and there.

"Um uh, you're welcome. I- my name is-".

Oh shit. He completely forgot his cover name. "It's uh... Deuce?"

He'd have to apologise to Deuce later for stealing his name, it was the first thing that came to mind.

She laughed and now all of his worries and embarrassment were gone. "Deuce? That's unique, suits you well".

He laughed too as they walked, cautions not to hold her too close and only at a conservative distance. "I thought you sounded great up there by the way... you probably get that a lot".

She hummed. "I do, but not genuinely. People are more interested in seeing if they can get away with looking down my dress" she giggled at him, making him blush. He didn't want anyone to do that to her, he just wanted her to be comfortable. And she clearly wasn't as comfortable with the Don as she masked herself as.

"People shouldn't treat you like that, it's wrong" he said, too boldly.

She sighed as the made it to the buildings steps, leading down towards the cobble street. "Ah yes, well I'm used to it. I can't stop them from it, they're too important to the Don and he wouldn't want me offending them".

Ace couldn't accept that as an answer. "Yeah well then he's an asshole. If he can't treat you right like tou deserve to be then he should be ashamed. If I were him I'd never let any man look at you like that-"

"Like how you looked at me earlier?"

Ace paused in the middle of the street. The moon was on him from above and he suddenly felt like he was under a microscope. So she had seen him before...

His face felt hot as he stared down at her. With those implications he felt the need to justify himself or to apologise, he'd never meant to be like those men. Yet he had been, just as eager for her attention as anyone else. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry-"

She touched his face softly, bring it down to look at her. Those eyes of hers again, like sinking pits of sand. He was drowning and he didn't feel like fighting it. "If it's you, I don't mind".

Those drums in his heart again were just as violent as the butterflies swarming his gut. Yet once again he wasn't allowed to stop and take in the moment before she cut him off. "Let's keep moving, I have to get to my apartments".

They walked in a consuming silence back along the promenade to the doors of the building she was living in. It was as fancy as the place from before, beaming gold light to make the walls glow softly. "This is your place then?" He asked innocently.

She beamed at him. "My room in on the tenth floor, would you... walk me to my door?"

He couldn't say no.

They took the elevator and the static of the moving room as well as the music was making him loopy. Alone with this woman, so enchanting and wonderful. He wanted to turn around and just press the button back to the ground floor, sweep her off her feet and convince her to run away back to the Moby with him. She wouldn't have to see the Don or those men ever again and she could sing for her pleasure only, sing for him even if she wanted to. Whatever it took to make her happy.

Room 1002. She slipped her keys into the door but didn't turn the lock just yet. She gazed up at him again with that honey coated look. "Thankyou, for everything. It was nice meeting you Deuce".

Now he'd have to say goodbye but he wasn't sure if he could. He didn't want to. "Bye (Y/n)".

They stood in stifling silence, warm with the heat of their two bodies. He wanted to make that fantasy a reality and just carry her way but what if she didn't want that? What if she didn't want him?

His body gravitated closer to her and her to him, way too close for a simple goodbye. She initiated the kiss first by pressing her warm lips onto his, sticking with the gloss of whatever makeup she had on them. Yes, this was definitely not a goodbye just yet.

He leaned further in and put and arm around her waist, another on the back of her neck and they continued to kiss. He deepened it, her mouth opening to oblige him. It felt so unreal but the click of her door opening woke him up, she didn't pull away but rather instead she opened the door and the moved in.

Her heels clacked on the wooden floor of the hallway as Ace continued to force his tongue into her mouth. She tasted too good, better than anything else. She seems as eager as himthough and it spurred him on, built up his ego brick by brick. He was better than those men. She wanted him not them and he was better for her, that was the best part of it. They continue to kiss and move clumsily until he had her against as wall, he noticed by peeking that they were just by a kitchenette.

The lights were still off and as he pulled away to breath every few moments he missed the light that illuminated her face. The moon's rays would have to do instead, either way she still looked heavenly. Face flush and rosy, lips swollen and smudged but still so pretty. He felt proud that he too would have the stain of the wine colour on his own face.

Suddenly her neck looked all too appetising, looking at her for permission he sway her shining eyes seem to agree with him. She giggled as he lowered his face into the crook of her neck, she arched it up for him, and inhaled the smell of her perfume. Floral, spicy and fruity. He licked along her skin, even if he could taste it there she still tasted wonderful. He kissed her on a blue vein, sucking softy as he could and running his hands up and down her side one of her hands was on his neck and the other was behind her on the wall to support her. He moaned her name into her skin as he peppered it. "(Y/n), (Y/n)..."

Her breathing was as erratic as him but she sounded so beautiful. "Oh- Ace, Ace..."

Yes, he knew then that he only ever wanted his name leaving her mouth. No one else's. His hands kept running up her side, wanted to hold the hand behind her again. But it felt solid like plastic or metal, was she holding something? And he could have sworn he had given her his face name-

It happened way too quickly. A commander such as himself should've known something was up but dazed, drunk on her and the old booze he hadn't noticed until now. The pain in his side was the only thing that made him realise what had just happened, as well as the feeling of hot liquid gushing from the wound.

The buried her knife, presumably hidden in the back of her dress before, deep into his side. But he was a Logia so how??

Then he noticed the cold feeling on a metal ring on his skin by his neck, he hadn't felt the weakness from the seastone until she had already plunged the sharp blade into him. All while looking at him, lips plump, red and messy. Smiling. "Silly boy..."

She took the knife out and he fell back in pain on onto the floor, leaning against the wall, behind him. He couldn't even speak, too stunned. How hadn't he even realised, but more importantly... "Why? Yah, shit, what the hell was that for?"

(Y/n) smiled at him, that same lovely smile from before. "Just the Don's orders, sorry Ace. He knew you and your little friends would be here".

The bloody knife in her hand was tossed to the side out of reach and she bent over him like an adult might do to mock a child. "You were sweet and all but, you doubt my loyalty" she tilted her head. "Try not to bleed put and die all over the apartment, I'd feel bad for the cleaners".

And with that she left swiftly, not even bothering to close the door as her heels clicked away from hi. Exactly as they had when she first arrived.

He went from dizzy to downright sick, holding his side as it leaked in pain. Some time passed and during it he didn't even think at all. Only remembering her, those eyes and her face. He didn't even hear Izou and Thatch arrive in a panic or lift him up, carrying him out and away yelling something about "Marco, Ace got stabbed!"

Resting up was easy because it didn't require any thought or energy on his part. Eat, sleep, bathroom break, eat, sleep and so on.

Days passed and he didn't hear the whole story but he knew it all went sideways, hence the knife wound. Marco looked twice as stressed as usual, Izou looked perpetually sick and Thatch looked like a kicked puppy as he visited Ace three times a day with large meals. He guessed he felt bad for being drunk, supposed to be back up.

Finally Ace mustered the energy to ask. "So what even happened?"

Thatch spluttered and rubbed his head. He looked tired. "The Don knew. Nearly amused Marco and Izou. Marco stayed and fought then sent Izou to get Vista and Whitey to fight too. Izou came and got me, I hadn't left the bar, then we went to search for you. And we found you, well..."

"Stabbed" Ace finished, quickly joking to not make his friend feel bad. It hurt his side to laugh. "What happened to (Y/n)?" He couldn't stop himself from asking.

Thatch looked sad, for him, and disappointed. "Ace why do you care? She stabbed you, she works for the Don".

But for some reason, even in the haze on the blurry recover days... Ace couldn't find it in him to be mad. You were genuine when you talked about your life with the Don, you were genuine when you spoke about him. He knew it, knew your eyes too because they were all he could see in the darkness behind his eyelids at night.

The only thing you had lied about was your loyalty. He did doubt it, because you weren't happy there but you still lied and told him you were loyal. It wasn't because you wanted to be, had to be something else he told himself. Not when you looked at him like he looked at you. You weren't bad, just... trapped. You had to, and he forgave you.

He smiled, falling back onto his pillow and looking at the ceiling. "Because I can't get her off my mind..."

Muhhahahah plot twist sorry. Anyway this was cringe, and rushed, so oops. If you want a pt.2 I can do that yeah.

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Sleight Of Hand - Task Force 141!Platonic x Fem!Reader (JOKER)

Summary:Ghost and Soap find out the reason behind your code name and the tricks you have hidden up your sleeve. Ghost gets to see through murky water of your home life. Ghost and Soap comfrot you through teh throws of the aftermath of a mission.

Proofread: NOPE - Very little was done.

Pairing: Ghost!Platonic x Fem!Reader - Soap!Platonic x Fem!Reader - 141!Platonic x Reader (JOKER - Previous chapter: Part 3) (Soap and Ghost are a bit more than platonic with Reader :) )

WordCount: 7.8k?

Age Rating: 16+ Preferably

Codename: JOKER

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: Kinda a self indulgent thing but meh, Fluff, Angst, Backstory, PTSD, sexual intentions, self image insecurities. Pet Names - Love, Lass, Sweetheart, Darling etc. **Kinda force sexual actions - nothing extreme, just uncomfortable making out** (Tell me if i missed anything)

I’ve done some art of JOKER and the Task Force so if you wanna see it Comment!

Tag List: @boogieman-23

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The briefing room is filled with typing. The sound of cards shuffling and the creaking sound of a chair. You’re all waiting for Price to walk through the door of the briefing room with the following mission brief and a stack of papers.

Soap had his feet up on the table, leaning back in the creaky chair, straining the legs of the chair with his weight. The poor legs look like they are about to give out, then his ass will hit the floor hard. It wouldn’t be worth complaining afterwards, however it would be a good laugh at the time. Ghost is doing what Ghost does best, lurking in the shadows with a cold gaze, watching you shuffling cards specifically. Perfectly seated where the sunlight from outside is blocked by the pillar between the windows.

“You’re gonna break the chair, Soap” you state as you shuffle your deck of cards, seeing Soap out the corner of your eye leaning back on his chair. “I’ll be fine lass. It can hold me.” He chuckles, testing the strength of the chair’s legs even more. You huff out a “If you say so” while flicking out the jokers of the deck, followed by the aces. The suits facing down before you flip them over, their suits staring back at you.

“How did you do that?” Gaz pipes up, seeing you easily splaying the cards out in order of clubs, diamonds, spades and hearts. “Do what?” You ask, reshuffling the cards, including the Jokers. “Being able to shuffle the cards and then put them in order without looking.” He points out, you shrug as you fan the cards back out. “It’s all magic.” “Bullshit.” Soap quips as he leans forward, the chair slamming back down on the floor. “You can’t do magic, that’s just street work to get money.” You sigh as you look at Soap, a brow raised, your mask secure on your face with the joker smile painted on it. You give the deck of cards to Soap, tilting your head. “Go on, shuffle it then.” You push the deck into his hands, leaning back with a smirk hidden under the dark fabric.

Ghost approaches the table, sitting down across from you with piqued interest and wanting to see what is going to happen. “Here you go lass, shuffled it real good.” He chuckles, pushing the deck of cards towards you on the table, a smug smirk plastered on his face. “Try it now.”

You pick the deck up, shuffling it, stacking it in four different piles. “You don’t know how she got her name, do you Soap?” Price states when he walks through the door, watching you fan the cards out again in the order of red, black, red, black. Soap’s mouth hangs open, gaping like a fish. Gaz is chuckling with amazement, Ghost just watching in curiosity. “She got her name from early years in the army, she always had a deck of cards, always having a joker card on her somewhere.” Price points out, motion towards you who is shrugging. You swipe your hand over Soap’s head, nothing can be seen in your hand, bringing your hand back to his face showing you have a Joker card in your hand. “Steamin’ Jesus” he mumbles, laughing as he takes the card from your hand. Sleight Of Hand.

The briefing of your next mission goes smoothly, Soap still thinking over how you did the card trick. Watching you closely, staring at you, Ghost kicks his leg to stop him. “Joker, are you okay with that plan? Going in without a mask and all?” You nod your head, understanding that your comfort zone is going to be pushed and strained. But you swallow down the anxiety about the mission, a mission is a mission, and you’re going to complete it despite your anxiety thrashing like a feral cat. With the new mission being an undercover op, you go in as a guest to pickpocket a man for a USB drive and get out without a hitch. You would be going in under a high esteem woman’s ID, a bodyguard in attendance with you. Which ends up being Soap, Ghost would be watching through a sniper and Gaz being posted outside in a getaway vehicle. Price would be with Gaz, both ready to step in if something goes astray.

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You’re playing with the cards again while reading over the file of the woman you’ll be pretending to be. Some Italian woman, Claudia Volta, Daughter of a mafia boss. She will be attending the party in her fathers place, accompanied by her bodyguard. You’re beyond thankful you stuck with languages while in school, Italian and German being your main focus. However you did dabble in Spanish, Russian and French. Luckily for you, everyone at the party will be too occupied with flaunting their money and taking advantage of the free drinks to notice you. Your mission is to get in, find the man who is hosting the party that is promoting his arms deal business before Christmas. Illegally selling the weapons to many mafia’s, gangs and groups of a like. Get up close and personal with the older man, who has a thing for younger women, pickpocket the harddrive from the pocket of his suit and get the hell out of there without a hitch. Easy right? Would be easy if you didn’t have scars that mark your face.

Ghost stays behind, quiet as normal. You look up when you feel his eyes on you, stopping the card shuffling. He tilts his head, a silent question filling the silence. “Nervous tick, picked it up from my dad…” you mumble, flicking out a joker card and placing it on the table. “So this is how you got your name?” He asks, picking up the joker card from the table between his thumb and pointer finger. “Yeah, got a tattoo of it too.” Ghost hums, looking you up and down trying to figure out why? What’s the meaning? Where is the tattoo? He didn’t notice anything when he was patching up your injuries, or when you were in the medical wing. “Covered by my watch…” you lift your left forearm, the bottom of the joker card tattoo peeking out from behind your watch, he can see a ‘7’ and a ‘2’ next to the joker card. You wear the face of your watch on the inside of your wrist, something that many people don’t understand why.

Joker cards are one of them card’s you can use as a good luck charm, to a degree it is. But the deeper meaning behind it, more than just hoping for being lucky. Joker is a wild card in poker, it can be anything it needs to be depending on the situation, making it as useful as the holder is creative.

Then the 7-2 unsuited is the worst possible hand you could get in a game of poker. Ghost knows this, he doesn’t quite understand why you have them accompany the joker. “Lucky charm… Kinda, wild card really. Just like me.” Ghost nods his head, giving you the card back. “And the Seven-Two?” He asks, his voice holding curiosity. “Got them after the joker. Worst possible hand… just like the situation I was dropped into when I stupidly decided to go home one year.” you hold out the cards, fanned out. “Pick a card.” Ghost takes a card, looking at it slyly, blocking it with his large hand. Four of Diamonds. He puts it back, you in turn shuffling the deck well. Even letting Ghost shuffle them. “How did you learn… this?” He places the deck on the table, sliding it over to you. You shuffled the deck once more, taking the top card and showing it to Ghost, he nodded. You smile lightly when you see it’s four of diamonds. “My dad taught me when I was young, I got really into it. I got good at it too, but I kinda hated myself for it… My dad was a thief too, to be able to pay for bills. Especially when my mother got cancer. He used ‘magic’ to distract people while he pickpocketed them.” You pause, showing a sleight of hand trick, Ghost doing the same trick. It is easy, just hide the card behind your hand, the easiest trick in the book.

You don’t know why you are telling him your life story, especially in the briefing room. He’s quiet, listening, paying attention. Not interrupting you, letting you just talk and let your brain run. You feel safe with him, yes you feel safe with everyone in the team. But they just have a different air about them, may sound cheesy but he’s like a large bear that’s always watching over you, but can be a vicious wolf when needed. “Came home one Christmas, it was the first Christmas without my mother. I thought that was the worst fucking Christmas. I was wrong.” You mumble, dealing out the cards between yourself and Ghost. Setting up for Last Card, a distraction. “I get that…” he states, picking up his cards, knowing you’re trying to get a distraction set up. You hate having to confront your memories, Ghost understands that, he hates it too.

You look at him, eyes meeting his, emotions raging like a stormy sea in yours. You place a card down, Ghost picks up and immediately plays the card. “I have three siblings, all half siblings. Confusing family apparently.” Ghost tilts his head “Different mother with brother, different father with sisters?” You nod, surprised he got it correct. “Yeah, my oldest sister is basically the star child. Her young son and daughter are a priority for the whole family. Another kid on the way, my middle sister, lives with our grandparents on my mothers side.” You smirk when you hold up your last card, one play away from winning. “Last time I saw my dad we argued, the same year I joined the army.” Your brother and you are close but both too busy with life, he’s older by 14 years, oldest sister by 12, middle by 10.

“I was in the Army for around three years, each year I spent Christmas on base, taking the time to hone in on my skills. Got begged by my middle sister to come home for Christmas one year.” You smile when you see Ghost reset the cards for another round of Last Card. “Dad treated me like his personal slave again. Got questioned left and right for the first hour, then the oldest sister, her husband and the kids arrived. My presence was basically non-existent, kids liked me. Didn’t mind them, got them to be quiet for a bit when I was telling ’em about my job. But got scolded quickly for telling them, I wasn’t even going into detail about the shit I saw on my first deployment.” You groan, the memory making you feel sick. “Before you ask, no they didn’t contact me before my deployment. Only contacted me once they found out my team got injured.” You pause. “But my grandparents on my fathers side, I like them. My grandfather is Scottish, my grandmother was, well still is Irish. Good mix” You chuckle, Ghost just hums.

“So, not going home for Christmas after this mission then?” He quips, you chuckle lightly. “Hell no. Probably scare the kids off with the scars, cause I just know someone will beg for me to take off the mask.” Ghost plays his last card, leaving you with two left. Ghost places a hand over yours, eyes meeting yours. His dark chocolate eyes warm, telling you you’re not alone, keeping you grounded. “How about we go get you ready for this mission.” He states, not a question, not a command, more a suggestion without the question. You nod, swiping up the cards and snapping a rubber band around them again. The box got ruined long ago. You move towards the door, ready to sit in a chair in the medical wing and have one of the girls dab brushes and sponges on your face for the next hours and wrap you up in an ungodly short dress. Ghost’s hand lands on your shoulder just as you’re about to step foot into the corridor, you turn to look at him. He brings a hand up next to your face, performing a sleight of hand. “Forgot your joker, love.” You smile, shoving his shoulder lightly. He hands it to you, you shake your head lightly, pushing the card to his chest. You keep your eyes on the card, his jacket, his breathing. “Keep it, for good luck.” You whisper, you step away from him, his hand holding the card to his chest.

Ghost watches you walk down the corridor, looking over the file again and again. His chest tightens, heart speeding up a fraction, heat pooling in his cheeks. He’s beyond thankful for the balaclava. He doesn’t understand why he gets this warm feeling, why he gets the urge to have physical contact when he sees you vulnerable. He’s lost and confused. He just wants to hold you close, tell you everything is okay, hear you tell him that everything is going to be okay. But he doesn’t want to get too close, keep you at arm’s length, keep you out of his wreckage of problems.

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“And Done!” The younger girl in front of you states, she steps back looking at her hard work. She successfully made the scars blend in with your skin, if you look close enough you can still see the slight difference between the textures. You sigh, feeling like you just cake painted onto your face, you’re not one to wear a full face of make out. Maybe some mascara and lipgloss at most, otherwise you just go as is. “Time for the dress!” The girl - Amy - says, her bright personality a stark contrast against your gloomy one. “Just give me the dress.” You snap, already sick of her excessive talking, snatching the dress on the hanger, covered in a black sleeve to keep it protected. “Thanks, bye” You mutter as you walk out of the medical wing, keeping your head down. Happy to be out of the disgusting smelling medical wing, happy to be walking to your room.

(Dress Inspo , Hair Inspo, some sort of braid into a bun or just nice wavy - Eye Shadow)

You stare at the dress that hugs your body, the feeling uncomfortable as you grimace at how much skin is exposed. You swallow the lump in your throat as you tug at the silky fabric. The bodice hugs your body, the rest of the fabric becoming loose and flowing from your waist down to the floor. You’re thankful it’s not skin tight the whole way and nor is it short. “Fuck, god dammit” you wiggle, trying to tie the intricate back laces. You sigh, stomping your feet on the ground as you walk towards the door. Heels clacking against the concrete in the corridor as you keep a hand behind you, holding the dress together. Thankfully everyone was in the common area of the 141 barracks. You peek your head around the corner, your plan to grab whoever your eyes land on first to come help you.

Oh how the cards were in your favourite, Laswell was walking in your direction. “Laswell!” You whisper yell gaining her attention quickly. “Y/N? What are you.” You cut her off by grabbing her hand and quickly walking back to your room, shutting the door and turning around so your back is to her. “I can’t tie it up. Help.” Laswell chuckles at your predicament, smiling as she ties the dress up. You turn around when she taps your shoulder, she adjusts the few strands that hang out from your hairstyle, making sure all the final touches are done. “You look beautiful” you smile, a blush tinting your cheeks. “Thank you” you whisper, not trusting your own voice. “Not used to this type of thing…” Laswell chuckles, her hands holding yours, the bangles on your wrist jangle. The necklace that’s around your neck hangs low, the small blue sapphire catching the light, a silver cold against your skin. You want your dog tags back, they have a sort of weight that comforts you.

“Well, you look stunning nonetheless, knife secure? Clutch with ID?” You pick the simple black and silver clutch up from the bed, ID securely inside, tapping your thigh that has a knife strapped to it securely. “Yes ma’am” you nod, Laswell nods as she opens the door for you. You make your way out the door, allowing Laswell to walk in front of you. Your heels echo around the corridor, your dress floating behind you gently, the light silky fabric catching the light. Laswell turns around and motions for you to stop, letting her get the boy’s attention.

Your hands are shaky, breath catching in your throat. Why are you doing this? You don’t ever do this, you don’t ever wear dresses anymore. You haven’t even worn heels in years, makeup got discarded long ago. Your mind races, your hands running up and down your dress over your thighs, the clutch tucked under your arm as you straighten up. You hear Laswell call for you, you hold the clutch in front of you as you let out a deep shaky breath. You round the corner, your eyes meeting Price’s immediately.

Laswell calls for you after shushing the team, Gaz and Ghost are decked out in their gear. Soap’s back is to you, Price is fixing his tie and suit, making sure he looks the part of a bodyguard. “God this is tedious” the Scotsman’s groaned, Price just shakes his head, his actions halting when he sees you enter the room. His ice blue eyes wide, a smile forming on his face, his heart swelling with pride. You’re like a daughter to him, he’s beyond protective of you. Soap looks at him confused, he turns around to see what he’s looking at. His stormy blue eyes widen, brows raised and mouth agape when his eyes meet yours. He scans you up and down, seeing the silky blue dress cascade down your body, his voice is stuck in his throat.

“You look stunning…” Price states as he moves past Soap, who is standing there like a gaping fish. “Thank you…” you whisper, Price smiles as he brings you into a gentle hug. “I wish this was on different terms” he chuckles as he pulls away, hearing Laswell protest at to hug, saying he will muck up your outfit and hair. “Yeah, but hey. Hopefully after this it will be different next time.” You joke, as you look around the group. Ghost nods to you, his eyes full of admiration, amazement even. “You look amazing!” Gaz calls out, walking over, holding you by the shoulders, looking you up and down. “Thanks” You laugh gently, pushing his shoulder gently. You look over Gaz’s shoulder, eyes meeting Soap’s. A blush spreads from your cheeks to your ears as you see him look you up and down, but still keeping his eyes on yours after his full body scan. He’s still gaping at you like you’re an angel, some mythical creature sent down to guide him. “Didn’t know you owned a suit.” You chuckle when you walk up to him, smiling softly, trying to ignore all the butterflies fluttering around your stomach and chest. The clenching of your chest, the lump in your throat.

Soap shakes his head gently as he blinks quickly, a blush quickly forming on his cheeks. “I-… I… Steamin’ Jesus” he breathes out, swallowing the lump in his throat. “You look bloody beautiful, Lass” he states quietly, his hands coming up to gently cup your cheeks. Looking into your eyes, you can see the tornado of emotions in his eyes. Adoration, awe and even devotion spills from him. Your hands gently wrap around his wrists, you lean into his touch, letting the quiet moment sink in. Everyone else knows you need to ground yourself before this, allowing you to ground yourself with the person who is going to be by your side for most the night is what you do. Your eyes flutter closed as you let out a sigh, Soap leans his forehead on yours, careful to not ruin your hair or makeup. “You can do this Lass, you’re strong, you know you can do this.” He whispers, his eyes scanning your features, the gentle blue and black dusting your eyelids catching his eye. You open your eyes again, trailing from Soap’s shoes up to his face, meeting his ice blue eyes. “Ready?” He asks, not pushing you to answer. “Yes Sir.” Soap chuckles at your answer, he kisses the crown of your head before pulling away.

You turn around, Soap’s hand lands on the small of your back. “You two ready?” Price asks, approaching you two. He got a small black velvet box in his hand. You look down at it when he hands it to you, it’s a pair of blue and silver earrings. They are crawler earrings with a small blue gemstone hanging down, meaning they wrap up and around your ear. A small microphone and speaker tucked close on the inside of your ear, concealed inside the jewellery. “Yes sir.” You state, you take the earrings as put them one, Soap helping with the clasp. “Can you hear me, Love?” Ghost speaks through the Comms, you can hear it crackle to life, it is faint as it is not right in your ear. “Yeah, a bit faint.” You state, Laswell explains that you can’t have an ear peice or you could get called out.

“Right, let’s get this done.” Price states, Gaz is ready with the keys. Ghost ready with his Rifle strapped to his back. “Good luck and happy hunting” Laswell states as she sees you all off, nodding to you. Soap opens the door for you, helping you get in the SUV and not get the dress caught on anything. You’re between Ghost and Soap, in the middle seat. A bit of a tight fit but that’s fine. Your hand is wrapped tightly around Soap’s, your other hand playing with your clutch. Price is in the front seat, Gaz driving.

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Ghost got out of the SUV half a block away down a back street, quickly getting to the roof of a building. You stayed in the middle seat, leaning onto Soap, now playing with his fingers as you focus on getting your Italian accent on point. Then the car stops, your heart is racing, you can feel a drop of sweat trail down your back when you spot the high security outside the large building. Most of it glass, marble pillars can be seen just past the doors, money flaunting jackass clearly too stuck up to notice how exposed the building is. “You’ve got this, we will be there as soon as something goes south.” Price states, turning around placing a hand on your knee. You nod, smiling softly.

Soap leads you to the security check in, anxiety thumping in your chest, heart beating against your ribs. You can see Soap’s fingers twitching to hold you close, but he goes against it. You swallow down the acidic feeling in your throat, breathing deeply and channelling the personality of a spoiled woman of a mafia boss from Italy.

“Name and ID” a large man states, around the same height and build of Ghost. His accent is thick, Russian. “Claudia Volta” you state confidently, sass and the ‘daddy’s little girl’ attitude spilling off you in waves. You hand over your ID, your picture and the fake name printed on the card. The man looks you up and down, his eyes glancing over to Soap who has a blank but serious face plastered. “ID Sir” the security man asks, his hand held out for the ID. “Oh, he’s just a bodyguard. Papa wanted him to come with me, I said no but he insisted.” You talk sweetly, Italian accent sticking. “I still need his ID ma’am.” He insists, you can tell he’s trying to keep his eyes off your chest. You’re leaning towards him, hand dancing up and down his arm, your chest in his line of sight. “He’s not important, he’s just going to be with me all night.” You speak into his ear, pressing up against him. “O-Okay, Here you go ma’am” he states as he hands back your ID. You smile sweetly up at him, thanking him.

Ghost is watching the scene unravel through the scope, scanning the area, his jaw clenching when he sees the guard clearly look down at your chest. Soap himself is fighting the urge to bash the man’s head in, choke him out, bludgeon him and tell him how disgusting it is to blatantly stare at a woman’s chest. You want to throw up, feeling disgusting as you feel his eyes still lingering on your form as you walk into the building, Soap close behind you.

Your heels click against the white marble tile, the lights shining down, almost blinding you. Marble pillars line the wide corridor short, leading into a large open multi-storey room. Glass back and front, staircase off to the right, a security guard standing point. A black rope with a sign in many different languages stating ‘Do Not Enter, Private Personnel only’. The cat walks above has glass bannisters, no surprise there, this man wants glass everywhere. The grand staircase in the middle has security lining both sides, the man of the hour is at the top of the stairs. The layout almost reminds you of the Wright’s Bach House.

“This place is huge…” Soap mumbles next to you, looking around subtly. You just nod, eyeing the man you need to pickpocket talking to a group of men and women at the top of the staircase. You’re surrounded by many men and women in fancy suits and dresses, glammed out to high heaven. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel eyes on you, hoping it’s just Ghost watching from his position outside. “Found the target” you say quietly, turning to Soap. The music is muffled by the crowd talking, mingling with drinks in their hands, some fancy finger food. “Aye, we can’t get him immediately” he states, his back is stiff when he weaves through people, trying to avoid any collisions. Your fingers thread through Soap’s, his shoulders relax slightly. “Just stay close, we will get to him soon enough” you whisper into the comms, knowing if you go any closer than you already are you won’t be able to pull off the bodyguard nod rich girl act.

You mingle with a few people, holding a glass of champagne between your fingers, the bitter taste feeling acidic in your throat. Soap lingers, trying to keep up the bodyguard act for as long as he can. One of the women compliments your dress, saying how well it suits you. “Thank you so much” you say, complimenting her in return, you guess some rich people aren’t too bad. “I’ll be right back, going to get another drink.” The lady says, her accent thick, French? Maybe, you’re not sure. You just nod, turning around to bump into someone, almost spilling the drink in your hand. “Oh- I’m sorry.” You state as you look up, heart beat quickening when you realise it’s the man of the hours, the target himself.

“It’s alright. You look Divine Miss…?” He subtly asks for your name, you smile sweetly, trying to make sure to act tipsy. “Claudia, Claudia Volta” the man’s eyes widened at the recognition of the last name. “You must be Mr. Volta’s daughter?” You giggle lightly, shrugging gently. “Yes, that is me. You must be Victor Andreev?” He nods with a pearly white smile, it makes you feel sick. “Yes, that is me. It’s a pleasure to meet you Claudia.” He states, he takes your hand, bowing to kiss your knuckles before standing up. You see Soap clench his jaw and fists, the urge to deck the man running through him like a wild beast. “You’ve got quite a crowd here for this event Mr. Andreev. Questo è fantastico! (This is great)” you state, a hand coming up to feather over his arm.

He’s clearly interested in more than just talking with you. His eyes have barely left your cleavage. Your skin crawls when you feel his eyes rake over your body. “It is quite fantastic.” He says, his hand coming to lay on the small of your back. “Questo è un posto bellissimo. This is a beautiful place you’ve got here Mr. Andreev” you smile, fighting the urge to slap his hand away. “Call me Victor, Love” he smiles, guiding you to the stairs towards what you would assume is the more VIP area of the event. ‘Love’ Disgusting, it sounds like acid when it comes from him. Like a bullet dipped in bleach, burning your skin.

You only ever let Ghost or Price call you love, Gaz defaults to ‘mate’ so there’s no worry there. Then Soap calls you Lass most of the time, barely ever uses your call sign. Barely anyone knows your name, Price and Laswell obviously. Maybe Ghost? He is your Lieutenant after all, he kinda needs to know the ins and outs of his team to a point. But otherwise, Gaz and Soap highly likely don’t know. Which you’re thankful for, cause god did you hate when people call out your name.

You glance over your shoulder towards Soap, who is making his way towards you, his eyes blazing with anger. “Where are we going?” You ask, feeling a shiver go down your spine when you feel Victor pull you close by your waist. His large hand feels disgustingly warm, making you feel like something is wrong. “Just out to the balcony, Is that your bodyguard behind us?” He asks, turning to look at Soap. You can see the dark look in Victor’s eyes, his smile faltering a little. “Yeah, Papa insisted on me having one this evening.” You sigh, leaning into Victor, playing the tipsy daddy’s girl. “Right, well he should know you’re safe with me.” He smirks, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You hear the faint sound of Ghost and Soap talk into the Comms. “What are you doing Joker…” Ghost mumbles down the Comms, the pillars blocking his view. “Lass, I’ve been cut off from you.” Soap growls, you see him getting stopped by the security guards on the stairs. “I just need to talk to him for a moment… if that’s okay?” You ask, your hand coming to lay on the man’s chest, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Oh, Of course. Don’t take too long…” Victor states, his hand lingering on your waist as you make your way back down the stairs, pulling Soap off to the side. Excusing yourself and him from the security guard.

You’ve tucked yourself just by the staircase, out of view from Victor. Soap looks down at you, hands twitching to put his hands where Victor’s were, wipe away the disgusting feeling that would be sticking there. “If something goes wrong, I’ll call you. I’ll get myself out of there, Ghost won’t be able to see me. Laswell is watching the cameras. Trust me Soap…” You whisper, your hand lingers at the junction of his forearm and elbow. “Alright, I’ll be at the bottom of the stairs waiting. Okay Lass?” He states, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. You nod, a small smile on your lips. You walk back to Victor, seeing him eyeing you up and down again. “Stay safe, Love…” You hear Ghost state down the comms, you nod your head slightly, knowing Ghost is watching you closely.

Victor wraps his arm back around your waist, bringing you to the balcony, holding you a bit close for comfort. The chill in the air hits you like a rock. Victor notices you fight off a shiver, he smirks to himself, his mind turning to the dark corners. You turn around in his grasp when you lean on the railing, he’s caging you in with his arms. A small smirk on his lips, you can smell his cologne, it’s strong, sickly strong. Your chest is pushed up against his, your backside pushed up against the glass railing. “Finally have you to myself darlin’, you cold?” He states, his eyes darkening. His face is close, you can feel his breath on your cheeks, your lips. “Just a little, nothing I can’t handle.” You whisper, trying to control your breathing, you know where this is leading. No one else is out here, no one can see out on the balcony, apart from the two security guards at the entrance of the balcony.

Victor’s large hand grips your thigh under your dress, thankfully not the thigh witht he knife. Your hands glide up his chest, slinking under his jacket. You look at him through your lashes, moving your hips to meet his, you can feel the hard-on in his pants. It makes you feel gross, violated almost. Victor licks his lips, you swallow the urge to gag when he smashes his lips against yours, a rumble of a groan leaving Victor’s throat. He hikes up your thigh, your leg resting on his hip, you play into the role. Moaning softly when he grinds into you, your stomach twisting into knots of disgust.

You don’t want your first times to be taken by this man, you subtly feel his suit pockets for the USB Stick. You feel the small device in the pocket on the inside of his jacket. You sneakily slip your hand into he pocket, acting like you’re slipping his jacket off. His lips trail down your neck, biting gently and licking. You glance over his shoulder, holding the USB in his hand. You eyes catch Soap’s, he has managed to sneak past the security, knocking the ones by the door out quietly. He sees the fear in your eyes, he’s quick to act. Kicking the glass open, grabbing Victor by the back of his shirt, ripping him off you.

“You disgusting bastard!” Soap growls out, throwing the man to the ground. You let out a deep breathing, fixing your dress. Hiding the USB in your dress, you quickly pick up the clutch from the ground. Victor is stumbling to his feet, hands grazed, jacket half off, hair messy. “What the fuck…” Victor growls out, he looks up at Soap, who is fuming. Jaw clenched, fist’s ready to strike as he stomps towards the man. “You’re a fucking disgusting man! Don’t ever lay your hands on a woman again!” His Scottish accent comes out strong when he’s angry. “John…” You whisper, your hand wrapping around his arm, gently tugging him towards you. “Now Ghost” you state, a deep wet thunk sounds out. Victor crumbles, knees buckling and head hitting the ground. Blood pools on the floor, a dark crimson hole marks the man’s forehead. Ghost managed to change buildings as soon as he heard the conversation about the balcony, Price took Ghost’s old spot.

“Good shot L.T” Soap states, his arms wrapping around you tightly. Tucking your head into his chest, his nose nuzzled into the crown on your head. “Let’s get out of here” you mumble, gripping Soap’s jacket tightly. He guides you past Victor, keeping you up against him. He guides you past everyone and security, it just looks like a drunk woman and her guard guiding her back home.

Gaz is ready with the car, you slide into the back seat. Soap sliding in next to you, you let your head lean back against the headrest. Gaz sees the look in your eyes when you get in the car, the anger on Soap’s face as he drives away. You pick up Price who looks at you, with a small nod, knowing how hard this was for you. When Ghost gets in the SUV, you can see he’s tense, his hands in fists when he gets comfortable next to you. You sigh, leaning into Soap, your hand lays on top of Ghost’s. The ride back to base is quiet, filled with tension, thick enough to slice with a butter knife.

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You immediately ran to the shower, leaving your heels in the car, ripping the hair pins and hair ties out of your hair. Soap and Ghost were talking, your heels hanging from Soap’s fingers by the ankle straps. Price told everyone just before they got on base to meet at the briefing room tomorrow morning, you gave Price the USB before you got out of the car. Gaz went with Price to help with finding whatever else is on the USB.

You rip open your drawers, grabbing the makeup wipes that Laswell gave you, aggressively wiping at your face. You throw the dirty wipes in the bin, shaking out your hair quickly. Your hands fiddle with the back straps, the interacte weaving and tying of them getting on your nerves. You yell in frustration, slamming your chest of drawers shut. You dash out of the bathroom, the dress floating behind you as you dash down the corridor, knowing that Soap and Ghost are on their way to the showers anyways. Yes you’re the only girl on the Task Force, you were lucky enough to get the one room with an attached bathroom. Tears of frustration pool in your eyes, just as you were about to reach the doors of the building, Soap and Ghost walk through. You let out a heavy breath, you immediately walk up Soap, leaning your forehead against his chest. His hands come to rest on your shoulders, confusion written over his face, the anger from before draining from him quickly. Ghost looks at you, his chest aching in a way he hates, he doesn’t understand it.

“What’s the matter Lass?” Soap questions, your heels still in his hand as he holds you close with his free arm. Ghost notices the light red marks on your bed, you were trying to undo your dress but not being successful. Ghost’s hand hovers over your back he can already see how tense your back and shoulders are, his eyes looking over all the small scars littering your back. “Is it your dress?” Ghost asks quietly, knowing you can hear him. You nod your head, your forehead still pressed into his chest. Ghost looks to Soap, the Scotsman nods, knowing you just need help, need grounding again. Ghost gently pulls you away from Soap, guiding you gently to your room. Soap follows behind, dropping your shoes by the end of your bed, grabbing a change of clothes for you. He chuckles when he spots the shirt he lended you a while ago, the sweat pants you stole from Gaz a few months back for winter are still in good condition, surprisingly from how much you wear them.

Ghost gets the shower running, you seated on the toilet, lid down. Your face in your hands, gripping your hair. “Joker…” Ghost says softly, looking over at you from his spot by the shower, his hand feeling the water. His gloves are on your bed, along with his tactical vest. You look up at him, eyes dull. He dries his hand on the soft towel that’s hanging by the shower, he crouches down in front of you, his eyes finding yours. Soap enters the bathroom, moving around Ghost, placing the spare clothes on the bench by the sink. You’re still in the dress, he watches the silent conversation exchange between you and Ghost. You nod your head softly, standing up and leaning into Ghost, his arms wrapping around you softly. His cologne comforting you, Ghost nods to Soap who is leaning against the bathroom sink.

Soap pushes himself off the bench, his hands gently touching your exposed back, his hands warm. He’s working on the ties of your dress, pulling them gently. You sigh when you feel the dress loosen, your arms holding the blue fabric to your chest, hiding yourself from them. Soap runs his hands up your back, removing the necklace and unclamping the earrings, he kisses the top of your head, knowing this helps with grinding you. He moves away, he walks into your room, placing the earrings and necklace on your chest of drawers. Ghost pulls away, keeping his eyes up analysing the plain white shower curtain. You turn around, your back to Ghost, his hands combing through your hair, getting the stray few clips out of your hair. There’s been no talking this whole time, just silent comforting looks, touches.

Ghost’s hand slides down your back, he leans his forehead against the back of your head, his eyes closed. “If you need anything, Johnny and I are just outside the door.” He mumbles, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder through the balaclava. He’s pushing his own comfort to help comfort you, keeping his hands on your longer than normal, kissing your skin is new. You melt in his touch and Soap’s, their kisses leaving warmth run through your body, comfort and grounding. You have never felt as grounded before as you have when they take their time to help you, gentle touches and whispered words.

He leaves you to shower, shutting the door softly. He picks his vest up from the bed, shoving his gloves into his jacket pocket. “Is she alright?” Soap asks quietly, looking at Ghost with furrowed brows, a frown forming on his face. Ghost stares at Soap for a moment, mind fumbling with his words, trying to find an explanation. Soap can see that Ghost is thinking, his eyes focusing on the floor. “She’ll need time…” he finally mumbles out, his chest hurting with what you must’ve been thinking, the fear, the anxiety—the dread of being unable to do anything.

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You lay in your bed, regretting the decision to tell the boys to go to their rooms. Your hands are clammy, your hair sticking to your forehead as a cold sweat drips down your brow. Eyes wide as you lay on your side, back to the wall, eyes scanning your room, barely any light seeping in from under the door and the gap in the curtains. Your chest hurts, and aches, your jaw is clenched, your goddamn teeth hurt from the tension. Tears sting your eyes as your hand grips the sheets by your head, you kicked the blanket off some time ago, the pillow pushed into the corner. You bury your face into the mattress, pushing yourself up onto your knees and you stare at the photo frame next your bed. You and the team, a photo you secretly took with Gaz’s help. You clamber off your bed, quietly opening your door, peeking your head out to make sure no one else was up and about. It was nearly midnight, surely no one else was up and about.

Your bare feet pad across the concrete, you hesitantly stand in front of Soap’s room. Hands shaking by your side as you try to pick up the courage to knock, but your running mind comes to halt when you hear the soft sound of a door clicking shut. Your head snaps up to the sound, you stare at the source of the sound. There stands the Lieutenant, he’s walking towards you, hood up. You lower your head, turning to face him, your fingers play witht he seam of the sweatpants. Ghost stands in front of you, his boots in your line of sight, he doesn’t do anything. Just standing there, letting you decide what will happen.

You look up at him, noticing he’s just wearing a plain balaclava, similar to the one you wear when you go for walks around base at night. No dark paint surrounds his eyes, it reminds you of the night he joined you outside. Ghost tilts his head towards Soap’s door, you just nod your head gently. You step to the side, Ghost knocking on the door. You hear the grumbled curses on the other side, shuffling and a groan. You look up at Soap when he opens the door, eyes barely open, hair tousled. He’s shirtless but has a pair of black sweatpants on, he looks from you to Ghost, looking back at you. Your eyes say it all, he opens the door wider, motioning for you to come in. You pause when you step into his room, turning back to look at Ghost, he was about to walk away when you grab his arm, his hands still in his pockets. “Please…” you whisper, Ghost and Soap look at each other, confused and concerned.

You gently tug on Ghost’s hoodie, Soap has made his way back to his bed, not caring what you do. He lays on his back, arms behind his head, as he lets out a deep breath. “Move it Johnny” Ghost’s voice rumbles, causing the Scotsman to flinch. Soap looks at the large man confused, you’re standing in front of him, eyeing the middle of the bed, exactly where Soap is. “God Jesus” he grumbles, moving over. You clamber onto the bed, Soap pushed up against the wall, you tucked into his side. You look over at Ghost who is just sitting on the side of the bed, a small dissatisfied sound comes from you. Soap grabs the large Englishman, pulling him down to cage you both in. “What the hell Johnny” Ghost growls, eyes wide and brows furrowed. “Shut yer mouth and let me sleep.” Soap sneers, his arm wrapping round you. Your head tucked under his chin. Ghost sighs, he turns onto his side, he looks down at you. You’re tucked into Soap, back against his chest, your hands gently grab Ghost’s hand. They run up to his shoulders, your eyes are half lidded, fingers dancing across the edge of his balaclava.

You want to lift the thick fabric, see what he looks like under the shield he wears daily. Ghost leans into your feather light touch, his tension easing. Ghost sighs, his hand coming up to lift the mask, knowing it’s far too dark for you to see his face clearly, you smile when you see him place the mask on the bedside table. Your eyes make out very little in the dark room. You coax him closer, tucking him into you like you are with Soap. Ghost allows it, his nose nudging your neck, arm wrapping around your and Soap. You feel safe, protected and loved being sandwiched between the two men, your hands run your Ghost’s hair, it’s short on the sides, a fade of some sort. Short on top, not as long as Soap’s mohawk but not as short as a buzz cut. It’s soft and silky.

Your mind comes to a mumbled hum, your body relaxing as you let sleep take you.

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Next Chapter!

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yuusishi · 1 year

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Hmmm. Could I request Ace, Cater and Jamil with an s/o who's a stage magician but does actual magic?

. . . FOR MY NEXT TRICK!

pairings : Ace Trappola, Cater Diamond, Jamil Viper x gn!reader (sep.)

genre : fluff

cws/tws : none

a/n : I'm currently going through a Black Butler phase hashtag help. Also I made this generally s/o who’s a stage magician cuz I didn’t really understand the “but does actual magic” part

Ace Trappola !!

Your number 1 hypeman, but sneakily (sometimes).

He goes to all of your performances, using them as motivation to get all of his homework and studies done to make it to the venue in time.

Loves all your performances. You’d tease him that he was so focused on it earlier, but he’d say he wasn’t as if he wasn’t completely in a trance by the flashiness and the clever tricks you pulled.

Ace already loves doing card tricks, what more if his partner is a whole magician? He’d ask to teach him some simple magic tricks to brag about to his brother.

Speaking of his brother, Ace would send videos of your performances every time he went to one and gush about how cool it looked in person, leading to his brother making fun of him (affectionately) for being such a simp for his little partner.

If you ever perform at NRC itself, he would NOT shut up to the rest of the first years to join him to watch. All of them either joined in to support you (Deuce, Jack, Epel) or just to get Ace to shut up (Sebek).

He’d be in the audience silently screaming to himself “That’s my s/o!!”.

He'd buy all your merch (that he can afford) but keep it somewhere hidden because he knows he'll get the teasing of a lifetime if you or his brother found out about it.

Cater Diamond

Your number 1 hypeman, but extremely obvious.

He has an entire highlight on his Magicam account full of pictures and videos that he took when he attends your performances.

Secretly manages a fan account of you, he tries to use filter combinations that doesn’t look too similar to his usual style on his main to not make it obvious it's him.

Possibly even made edits for that account.

Even if you weren’t a performer you’d still be all over his Magicam story, he’s there with you before and after your time on stage to congratulate and praise you.

Another one that buys all your merch, but he posts it on his social media accounts and keeps them somewhere in his room (possibly his nightstand).

He'd love to be part of your performances too!! Especially using Split Card for disappearance acts or tricks that will make it look like you cloned him.

(He hopes people from NRC aren't there, that would just spoil the act if they know his UM!!)

He'd try to learn little magic tricks from Ace to play with you a little, you end up trying to one up each other sometimes.

Jamil Viper !!

He doesn't really have the time to attend every single one of your performances like the other two, but tries to spare little time to attend them at least twice a month, maybe 3 if he's lucky.

Kalim would buy your merch for him since he couldn't always go to your performances, resulting in Jamil accepting them but very embarrassed.

It's worse if you or any other dorm members are there to see it.

He'd probably keep the merch on his nightstand too or has a dedicated drawer for it inside his dorm room. Generally somewhere not extremely obvious (minus the nightstand option).

Honestly he's incredibly impressed you managed to make a name for yourself with something very uncommon like being a stage magician, especially at your age. Actors like Vil aren't unusual since movies and series are still big, but stage magic are usually just things for children.

He’d also help you prepare for your next performance if you have any!! But clothing and grooming are as far as he can get, you wouldn’t want to spoil the act for him, would you?

Just like Cater, he’d also be with you before and after the performance if he gets to attend, congratulating you on yet another successful show.

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sabo-has-my-heart · 9 months

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Buttons

"3. Ace x fem!reader. As a highschool student, reader asked for Ace's second button as a confession, as she saw how people were doing that on movies. Ace, as an obvious airhead, didn't take the cue. However, she kept the button as a memory. Now, they are together as a couple for years and Ace asks about the button as he saw her treasures it fondly. She tells him about the button and Ace just straight up proposes to her on the spot."

For those of you who, like me, didn't know of this before, it's a Japanese tradition for boys to give their crushes the second button on their school uniforms upon graduation.

Word count: 1320

Standing in front of the freckled boy, you couldn’t help but stare at your shoes nervously as you fidgeted.

“Y/n! Can you believe it? We graduated! Be honest, you probably didn’t think I’d make it, did ya?” Ace asked with a laugh, his diploma resting lightly on his shoulder as you shook your head.

“No, I always believed you’d make it. You… you’re smarter than you think.” you said nervously.

“Hahaha, then you have more faith in me than I do! I was worried for a moment! I mean, you’re smart, I didn’t have any doubts about you, but come on, I slept through half my classes!” his sunny smile as he complimented you made you blush.

“Ace… I, I was wondering…” you bit your lip nervously, digging your shoe into the ground, still unable to look him in the eye, “I… could I… perhaps, ask for your second button?” you were pretty sure your face was an entirely new, undiscovered shade of red as you wrung your hands.

“Hm? My second button? Sure, I guess. Not sure why you want that one, but okay.” Ace’s top two buttons were rarely fastened, the boy easily removing the small piece, “Here. If you’d like any of the others, just ask.” he gave another laugh as he placed the button in your hand. It was pretty clear that he either didn’t remember the meaning behind the buttons or was just dense, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset with him. It was the same charm that had drawn you to him in the first place. Pulling the button close to your chest, you smiled softly.

“No, I… this is the only one I need. Thank you.” you said softly. Perhaps he’d realize it eventually, for now you’d content yourself with holding the small piece in your hands.

Holding the button once more, you couldn’t help but smile. He still hadn’t realized the meaning of what he’d given you, even after so many years. It still made you giggle as to how dense he could be, your sweet, black haired airhead. Thankfully, he’d asked you out on a date shortly after you’d both entered college, pouring over textbooks simply so he could enter the same college as you. It was sweet how hard he’d worked just to stay by your side, though your dates often consisted of studying so he wouldn’t be kicked out, afraid of not being able to see you everyday as you attended classes.

He glanced at you, you were admiring the button on your purse again. He’d recognized it as the button from his school uniform, he even remembered giving it to you. It was such a simple thing, yet you seemed to treasure it as if it were a priceless diamond. While he’d fallen for you well before your graduation, he’d been too worried to say anything. His grades hadn't ever been that great and if he flunked out of highschool, he wouldn’t be able to see you on a daily basis. If that had happened, would you have fallen for someone else? Someone smart? Better for you than some flunked out loser? Those thoughts had tormented him, stopping him from asking you out. As a highschool graduate, it was different. He wanted to go to the same college as you, but if he failed in his college courses, there were still options, he didn’t have to go to that particular college or have that particular job, he could still be something for you.

You’d laughed when he’d told you about his worries, stating that it never mattered to you what he did. For you, it was enough to have his love, you’d have gladly switched your roles, letting him be the house husband while you worked if it meant being with him. He’d picked you up, spun you around and kissed you when you’d said that. You were playing with it again. It was an absentminded habit, your fingers fiddling with the button, but it was something he’d always been curious about. Why did you play with the simple button from his old school uniform?

“Alright babe, I can’t stand it anymore, why is that stupid button so important to you? It’s a uniform button.” Ace asked, arms crossed as he gave you a curious look. You couldn’t help but giggle. Even after being together for as long as you had, he was still the same airhead that hadn’t known what it meant when he’d first given it to you.

“Well first of all, it’s from you and I’ll always cherish something from you.” you said, grinning when his cheeks turned red, “Secondly, it’s the second button from your uniform. Since you still clearly don’t understand the meaning, I’ll explain it. The first button of a male student’s uniform represents one’s self, it represents you. The third button represents your best friend, like Deuce. The second.” you hesitated for a moment, glancing fondly down at the piece, “Represents is the person most precious to you. Your most beloved person. A confession. When I asked for your second button, I was telling you that you were the person most precious to me and that I hoped that I was the most precious person to you.” you finished softly, holding your purse in front of you, still staring at it, a fond, loving smile on your face. You barely noticed him move until he was taking your hand in his as he kneeled down.

“I… I was saving this for a better time, something like a romantic dinner or… a ferris wheel or something stupid but I just… I’m sorry I’m such an idiot that I didn’t realize sooner and I’m so glad that you treasure it so much and I’d like to give you something you treasure even more because I love you so much and-” you put a finger to his lips, stopping his rambling.

“What is it, Ace?” you asked, his heart pounding as he stared at you.

“Y/n, I want you to marry me. I love you more than anything and… I think I’d die if you said no.” he said, pulling a ring out. Your heart pounded between multiple skipped beats, staring at the ring and Ace.

“I… even if you weren’t going to die if I said no, I’d say yes. Absolutely yes.” you said, tears running down your cheeks as you pulled him close. His arms wrapped around you, standing up and spinning you around until he was dizzy, the both of you laughing as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Ones he quickly wiped away so that nobody would see him about to cry. Even if it was from happiness, he didn’t cry like his little brother!

“I promise, I’m going to make you so happy. You’re going to be able to cherish the button and the ring and I’ll get you anythi-” you cut him off again, this time with a kiss.

“You silly, airheaded man. You still haven’t realized that all I need is you?” you asked, trying to wipe your own tears away.

“I know, really I do but I want to make you the happiest woman on earth. Oh! I know! Since we’ll have the wedding rings at the wedding, I should wear the button again! Then we can have a whole moment again where I give it to you again! What do you think? Is that okay? Too cheesy? We can do something else if you-” you briefly wondered how many times you’d have to stop him from rambling before he calmed down enough.

“I think that sounds perfect. But first, let’s focus on telling everyone about the engagement.” you said with a small laugh, Ace giving an ear to ear grin as he nodded in agreement. You had a point, you should tell the others first, he could plan regifting you the button later.

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layce2015 · 9 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Criss Angel Is A Douchebag

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"This, this isn't a trick, okay? I, I, I don't do tricks. This is a demonstration about demons and angels, love and lust..." a guy with short dark hair and dressed in all black and wearing eyeliner rambled on as he does some sort've card trick for an audience.

"What a douchebag." Dean grumbles. "Agreed." I said as I noticed a camera man and a person holding a microphone nearby. "—all that stuff mixed up in my head." the guy said as Sam leans towards us.

"That's Jeb Dexter." he said. "Who?" I asked. "I don't even want to know how you know that." Dean said to Sam. "He's famous, kind of." Sam said. "For what? Douchebaggery?" Dean asked and I snort at this as Jeb continues on with his ramble or demonstration that he was doing.

"—but whatever happens, no matter how messed up it gets, don't touch me, okay? For your own safety." he said and he inhales then he exhales, shaking his head, then imitates something like a seizure. With one hand he grabs for the cards in his other hand and scatters them, flinging them in the direction of the window behind him.

"Go back to hell, demon!" He shouts and the card that sticks to the window is the ace of diamonds. Jeb drags his hand over the card to show that it's on the far side of the glass. "Is this your card?" he asked and the audience began to applaud.

"You've got to be kidding me. A fake demon possession?" Dean said, disgusted, and he walks away, Sam and I follow him. "I can't believe people actually fall for that crap." Dean grumbles. "It's not all crap." Sam defended. "What part of that was not a steaming pile of BS?" I asked Sam. "Okay, that was crap, but that's not all magicians. It takes skill." Sam said.

"Oh, right, right, I forgot. You were actually into this stuff, weren't you?" Dean asked him and I turn to Sam. "Were you really?" I asked Sam, who stays silent. "Did you have like a deck of cards and a wand?" I asked, teasingly, and Sam rolls his eyes. "I was thirteen. It was a phase." Sam said and I chuckle. "That's adorable, Sam." I said.

"Just—it bugs me. You know, playing at demons and, and magic, when the real thing will kill you bloody." Dean said. "Like a guy who drops dead of ten stab wounds without a single tear in his shirt?" Sam asked and Dean smiles. "That's what I'm talking about." he said and we head off.

The lady that was Vance's assistant was tossing a bunch of metal rings into a mostly-packed trunk. Vance was the man Sam told is that died with ten stab wounds. She turns to face us as Dean asked. "So did your boss have any enemies that you know of?"

"Vance had plenty of enemies." She replied as she leans down and grabs the end of a series of tied-together handkerchiefs. "How so?" Sam asked her. "He would steal from other magicians. All the time." the assistant said.

"What would he steal?" I asked, curiously. "Stage effects, closeup techniques, anything he could get his hands on." she replied. "Is that enough to get him killed?" Dean asked her. "These guys take this stuff pretty seriously." she said and she moves a cloth off a white rabbit. "There you are." she said as she bends down to pick up and pet the rabbit.

"Did you find anything weird in Vance's stuff? Well, weirder?" Dean asked the assistant. "Matter of fact, I did." she said and she puts the bunny in a bag then pulls out a Rider-Waite tarot card: the Ten of Swords. The image on the card is of ten swords sticking out of a man's back.

"I'm guessing this didn't belong to Vance." Sam said. "He hated card tricks. Never wanted them around. Let alone in his precious cape." she said and she hands over the card. Sam looks at both sides of it and I come up to his side. It looked like a perfectly ordinary tarot card.

"It's a lame gig. I'm in a fleabag hotel doing this man-of-the-people crap, and freaking Angel's in Vegas doing Cirque du Soleil! That should have been mine." Dean and I hear Jeb shout into his phone while we approach at an adjacent table with two older men sitting in.

"All right, boys, get it in gear, I don't got all day." Jeb shouts to his crew and they start moving while Dean and I come upon the old men, Vernon and Charlie. "You Vernon Haskell?" Dean asked and the two me turn to us.

"Who's asking?" One of the men asked us, who I suspected was Vernon. "Federal agents Ulrich and Hetfield." Dean said as he and I show Vernon and Charlie, out FBI ID's. "Looking into the death of Patrick Vance." I added while Jeb talks into the camera then turns to the old man standing next to hi..

"I'm Jeb Dexter. This is Devil Twist. We're chilling at the International Magicians' Convention, which is a dope chance to tip my hat to the wicked cats who came before me. Smoking hot effect last night, Jim." He said. "Jay." the old man said. "Huh?" Jeb said, confused. "My name is Jay." Jay said and Jeb waves his hand. "Yeah, whatever. We can loop it later." Jeb said, dismissively.

"What a douchebag." Vernon mutters. "Couldn't agree more." Dean said while I pull out out the Ten of Swords card out of my jacket pocket. "This familiar to you?" I asked him. "Should it be?" Vernon asked me and I wasn't really liking the way he was talking to us, like we were keeping him from something important.

"Well, we heard that you used tarot cards in your act." Dean said. "My act?" Vernon said then he laughs. "That was a long time ago. I haven't touched a deck in years, you know..." he then holds up his shaking hand.

"Do you know someone that might use them now?" I asked him and Vernon thinks for a moment. "Well, there was a guy down on Bleeker Street." he said. "Oh, yeah. He, he peddles that kind of specialty stuff." Charlie pipes up.

"Did he have a problem with Vance?" Dean asked. "Matter of fact, Vance crossed him about a year ago. Probably cost him fifty grand in royalties." Vernon said as Charlie nods.

"You know the exact address?" I asked them. "Four twenty-six Bleeker." Vernon replied. "Ask for Chief." Charlie adds. "Chief." Dean repeated and I nod to the men. "Thank you." I said and we walk out of the building.

That night, we walk along the street till we come to a neon sign saying 426 and I stop. "Dean, I don't know about this..." I said as I nod towards the bars on the door. "This seems excessive for a magician." I said. "He could be paranoid." Dean suggests and he knocks on the bars on the door. The chain-link door swings open, revealing a young man who eyes us.

"We're, uh, here to see Chief." Dean said. The man raises his eyebrows and opens the barred door. We walk inside and the man leads us downstairs. "Stay here. Don't touch anything." The young man tells us then he leaves.

"Um...this doesn't seem like a place for a magician." I said as we look around and see graffiti on the walls and the bass line of music is audible. A door opens and we turns to face it only to see a large man climb the stairs, backlit, and the music is more clearly heard.

The man, Chief I presume, is wearing all leather and carrying a flogger, which he slaps into his other hand a couple times. "Two in one night? Oh, ain't I lucky? You two are really gonna get it tonight." He said and I was lost for words at this while Dean says. "There's been a misunderstanding. I, uh, think we've been had."

"Oh, you ain't been had till you been had by the Chief." Chief said and Dean frowns. "Oh, and before we get started, what's your safeword?" Chief asked us and I roll my eyes while Dean swallows. "Look, Chief, my partner and I are doing an investigation and we were mislead by a couple of guys who obviously thought it would be funny. So..." I said and I open my jacket, revealing my holstered gun. "If you want to keep doing this lifestyle, I'd suggest you let us go...please." I said and Chief looks between us.

Later, we walked out on the street and the door slams shut behind us and Dean let's out a exasperated sigh, places his hands on his knees and leans forward while I had my hands on my hips. "God, that was awkward." He said and I nod. "Yeah...I mean, right off the bat, a flogger? Kinda going in strong there." I remarked and Dean turns to me. "Personally, I'm more of a tie me to the bed type of person..." I said and Dean looks at me, bewildered.

"Come again?" He asked. "Although, I think silk is a better option to use in bed.” I remarked then he grabs my arm. "Wait a minute." Dean said and I turn to him, seeing the look of shock and confusion on his face. "What? Didn't I tell you I dabbled into that lifestyle at one point?" I said. "No. You never mentioned it. In fact, I remember you and me being handcuffed at one point and you mentioned this wasn't your first time in handcuffs but you said it wasn't like that." Dean said, in a accusatory tone, and I chuckle.

"Yeah, I haven't been handcuffed in that way before, it was with either a rope or a tie." I said. "And why am I just finding this out? I mean, when did that happen?" Dean asked and I smile then walk up closer to him. "Wouldn't you like to know, big boy." I said with a cheeky grin then I winked and walked towards the Impala.

*3rd Person POV*

"Wouldn't you like to know, big boy." (Y/n) said as she got up close to Dean. He felt a rush of excitement at her words and when she winked at him, it made his heart thump harder in his chest and his legs started to shake.

Can she be anymore perfect? he asked himself as she starts to walk away, her hips swaying from side to side. He had this urge to just pick her up and carry her off somewhere, like some caveman, and maybe try out the whole tying her up to the bed routine with her.

Unfortunately, they had a job to do and he clears his throat, shakes his head and follows after her to the Impala. But he made a mental note to himself that he has to remember to grab a tie the next time he and (y/n) got a room to themselves.

*(y/n)'s POV *

Later, Dean and I meet up with Sam at the entrance of the theater, where a magic show was about to start. "Find anything interesting?" Dean asked him. "What? Uh, no. You guys?" Sam asked. "Nothing we want to talk about, or think about, ever again." I said and I turn my head to Dean and gave him a quick wink. He bites his lips and I smirk before we head inside and see Vernon and Charlie standing together, talking amongst each other.

"The Chief, huh?" I said to them as I stomp towards them, angrily. "What's the matter? Chief not yours or your boyfriend's type?" Charlie asked, mockingly, and he smirks. I smirk back.

"You know, I could have you both arrested for obstruction of justice." I threatened. "How? You're no Fed." Vernon said. "We con people for a living, girlie. Takes more than a fake badge to get past us." Charlie said and I clench my fist and was about to raise it but Dean grabs my hand and he and Sam start to laugh.

"You got us. Yeah, we—we are actually—aspiring magicians." he said and I furrow my brow at him. "Yeah, we -- We came to the convention 'cause we thought we could learn something." Sam said. "Yeah, get some ideas for our new show." said Dean.

"Ooh, what kind of show?" Vernon asked us. "Well, it's-- It's a --" Dean said, thinking, then I speak up. "It's a brother act." I said. "Yeah. Yeah, you know, with the rings and doves and...rings. And she's our lovely assistant." Dean said as he puts his left arm around me and I nod with a fake smile on my face but I really wanted to deck these old farts in the face.

"You want to learn something? Stick around." Charlie tells us and he directs us to watch the stage to see another older man appear on stage. I recognize this man as he was the one talking to Jeb earlier today about the show, I believe he said his name was Jay.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you're about to witness is a feat so daring, So dangerous, even the great Houdini dared not attempt it. I give to you...The executioner!" Jay said as he presents a stand with a noose above it. "Now, sir, as you can see, this jacket is the real article." Jay said to the young assistant, who shows off the jacket. Then he puts the jacket on Jay and made sure it was on tight then he placed the noose around Jay's neck.

"Thank you, sir. You may take your seat." Jay said and the man goes to his seat. "Now, I will have one minute -- 60 seconds --To escape certain death. Let's see if I can do it." Jay said and the curtain falls and Jay's silhouette is seen struggling to get out of the straightjacket.

"I don't think he's gonna make it." Dean said as we watch the silhouette struggle. Then the light behind Jay goes dark and a second later he pushes aside the curtain, unharmed and free. "Oh! That was amazing! That was freakin' amazing!" Dean said, excitedly, as he and the audience applaud. "That was...not humanly possible." Sam said. "Even by magician standards?" I asked him and he nods at me.

"Looks like this guy Jay was a pretty big deal in the '70s." I tell the boys as we sit at the motel and I look through my laptop. "Which in magician land means what, exactly?" Dean asked. "Big enough to play radio city music hall." I added.

"What got him stuck in their where are they now? File?" Dean asked. "He got old." I said. "Okay, so maybe incredible Jay is using real magic to stage a comeback." said Dean. "It's possible. Some kind of spell that works a death transference." Sam said.

"How does the tarot card mix into it?" I asked Sam. "I don't know." He replied. "Man...hope I die before I get old. Whole thing seems brutal, don't it?" Dean said. "You think we will?" Sam asked.

"What?" Dean asked. "Die before we get old." Sam said. "(Y/n) and I both have already." Dean said and Sam scoffs. "You know what I mean, Dean. I mean, do you think we'll still be chasing demons when we're 60?" he asked. "No, I think we'll be dead...for good." Dean said and I noticed Sam looked perturbed.

"What? You want to end up like -- Like Travis? Huh? Or Gordon, maybe?" Dean asked. "There's Bobby." Sam points out and I snort. "Oh, yeah, there's a poster child for growing old gracefully." I chuckle. "Maybe we'll be different guys." Sam said and Dean begins to eye Sam.

"What kind of Kool-Aid you drinking, man? Sammy, it ends bloody or sad. That's just the life." he said. "What if we could win?" Sam asked. "Win?" Dean and I asked him. "If there was a way we could just...put an end to all of it." Sam said and I look Sam over.

"Sam, is there something going on you're not telling us?" I asked, worried. "No." Sam said, quickly. "Sammy." Dean said, warningly. "No. Look, I'm just saying...I just wish there was a way we could...go after the source. That's all. Cut the head off the snake." Sam explained.

"Well, the problem with the snake is that it has a thousand heads. Evil bitches just keep piling out of the Volkswagen." Dean said and Sam sighs, sadly. "Yeah. Guess you're right." he said, downtrodden, and Dean gives a slight sympathetic look to him.

"Why don't you go see if you can track down Jay? (Y/n) and I'll see what we can dig up on this tarot card." Dean said and Sam nods then leaves.

"You're being quiet." Dean said as I continue to help him research on the tarot card, sometime after Sam left. Well, I was supposed to research but I know I've read the first couple of sentences way too many times as I start to get lost in thought.

"I just...guess, I was just thinking about what Sam said." I said. "Oh God, not you too." Dean groans. "I just don't know if I wanna die young, that's all, Dean." I said, annoyed. "You have already." Dean remarks. "Yeah, and thanks to you, I got a second chance." I said.

"You really want to keep doing this until you're really old?" Dean asked and I shake my head. "No, I'm saying more to the fact that...maybe one day, to retire and try to have a normal life." I said and Dean sighs and shakes my head. "It's just a nice dream, is all." I said, shrugging. "I mean, you must have thought about it at least once."

Dean sits there, stay silent, as he looks down and I scoff and try to concentrate on the research. "You remember, a few years back, when the Djinn captured me?" He asked and I turn to him. "Yeah...you said that it was your wish to have your mom live. And you had a perfect life, besides the fallen out you had with Sam." I said.

"Well, there was one thing I uh...kinda kept from you." He said and I look over at him, curiously. "In that dream, you and me had a life together. We had a house, you were a nurse and it was just this little perfect life we had together." He explained and watch him as I listened to him.

"And when we actually got together, that dream has come up in my mind every now and then. And...I'm not gonna lie, I kinda do want that life with you, (y/n), more than anything. But...I just know that with the life we lead, it's probably not gonna happen." He said and I frown and look down.

There was a long silence between us and I hear him flipping through a book before I let out a sigh. "If we did live that life..." I said and he let's out a heavy sigh. "(Y/n)..." he said, exasperated, and I turn to face him. "Just...indulge me for a bit, please." I said and he closes his mouth. "What would our apple pie life look like?"

He thinks for a few moments then said. "We'd have a house, for starters." And I chuckle. "Well, I sincerely hope so." I chuckled, snarkily, and he narrows his eyes at me. "Please, continue." I said then his eyes move off to the side as he thinks.

"We would have at least three or four bedrooms." He said. "Three or four bedrooms?" I said, questioning. "Yeah. One for you and me, one for Sammy and the other two...maybe for the kids." Dean said, shrugging, and my heart stopped at this.

"Kids?" I asked, shocked. "Yeah, why not? Unless you don't..." Dean said and I shake my head. "No, no, I do want kids one day, I just didn't know if you wanted them." I said. "Of course I do. Especially you being the mother...you'd make a great mom." He said and I felt my cheeks heat up at this and I give a small smile.

"Yeah, and you'd be an okay father." I teased and he gives a fake offended look. "What do you mean an okay father? I'd be a great Dad!" He said and I laugh. "Oh yeah, I can see it now. You making our child listen to Metallica, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd..." I listed off. "Those are great bands." He said and I laugh. "I could see you showing off how to fix the car and, if we had a boy, I could see you teach him how to pick up chicks." I said. "He'd be learning from the best." Dean said and I laugh while he smiled.

"And if we had a girl, I could see you showing her how to use a knife to protect herself." I said. "If she's gonna be looking anything like you damn right I am." He said and I chuckle then shake my head.

"And then we'd have a nice big backyard and have BBQ's every other weekend. Have friends and neighbors over." I said then I look over at Dean and I give him a sad smile. "It's a nice dream." I whispered and he gives a small smile and nods. "Yeah, it is." He mutters and we look at each other and there was this bittersweet feeling between us.

I use to think that I would never get that life because of the way I'm living right now. But...ever since Dean and I got involved with each other, the more frequent that ideal life comes to my mind and my dreams.

I want to hope that'll it happen but...I'm not so sure.

"Hey." Sam said to us as he meets us in the lobby. We had heard that Jeb, the douchebag magician, was found hanged in his room by the maid of the hotel. So Dean and I went to check it out before we went and met up with Sam. "Maid found Jeb hanging from the ceiling fan. Police think it was a suicide." Dean said and he pulls out another tarot card, this time of the hanged man. "I beg to differ. Pulled a little sleight of hand myself." He said as he hands the card to Sam. "On Dexter's body?" Sam asked. "Yeah, so Dean and I were thinking if this spell is a death transference, then these cards work like black-Magic targets." I said.

"Any connection between the victims?" asked Sam. "Jeb was a total douche bag to Jay yesterday." I said. "What about the first vic? Uh, Vance?" Sam asked. "Asked around. Apparently, Vance was heckling Jay at the bar the day he was killed." Dean said. "Okay, so Jay sneaks a card into Vance's pocket, does the table of death..." Sam said. "And Vance takes 10 swords to the chest." Dean finished. "Then Jay slips a noose and Jeb doesn't." I said. "Hell of a trick." Sam said and I nod.

"Yeah, I think it's time we had a little chat with Jay. Any luck tailing him?" Dean asked Sam who then looked nervous. "He slipped me." He said and Dean and I look at him. "He's a 60-Year-Old." Dean said. "He's a magician." Sam said and I sigh. "C'mon, boys." I said and we leave.

We follow Jay to his hotel room and we enter and aim our guns at him. "Up against the wall!" Dean ordered and Jay turns to us, startled, and raised his hands. "God, who are you? What do you want?" he asked. "Now!" Dean shouts and Jay goes up against the wall.

"We know what you've been up to." Sam said. "You been working some real bad mojo to jump-Start your act." I said and Jay looks between us, confused. "What? I don't know what you're talking about." he said. "Look, we know you put a spell on those tarot cards." Sam said. "Messing with real magic?" Dean said.

"Real magic? Come on, there's no such thing as real magic." Jay said. "Oh, is that so?" I asked, doubting. "Yeah, believe me. I've been around this stuff my whole life. It's all just --It's -- It's illusions. It's tricks. It -- It's all fake." Jay said. "Jeb Dexter strung up --was that just an illusion?" Dean asked and Jay seemed surprised by this.

"What? Something happened to Jeb?" he asked. "He was found hanged in his room. Right after you slipped the noose last night." Sam said. "I don't know what you're talking about. Please...Just let me go." Jay pleads and I turn to the boys, lowering my gun.

"Something's not right." I said. "Usually they're whipping some badass hoodoo at us by now." Sam said and we all nod.

Minutes later, Sam and Dean tied Jay to a chair. "What do you want to do?" Dean asked as we turn our backs to Jay. "All right, so, if it's not him, who is it?" Sam asked. "Even if Jay's not working the magic, he's still getting the reward. His shows are selling out." I said. "All right. So, then, whoever it is, they're obviously in Jay's corner." said Sam.

"All right, so we got Vernon and Charlie on the list. Anyone else?" Dean asked. "Uh...We could always ask him." I said and we turn around and see that Jay had escaped from the chair and is gone. "Guess we should have seen that one coming." Dean said, exasperated. "Come on. He couldn't have gotten that far." Sam said and we leave the room.

"No way he could outrun us." Sam said as we walk out onto the lobby. "Maybe he vanished. I mean, he really is good." Dean suggested. "Or he found a back door." I said. "That's them!" A voice shouted and we turns to see Jay coming up behind us as the police come into the lobby.

"Those are the three nut jobs that just broke into my room!" Jay shouts and the police run towards us and cuffs us. Great! I thought, miserably.

After spending a day in jail, the officer then told me and the boys that we were free to go. "Why?" Sam asked them. "Charges against you three were dropped." The officer said and the boys and I share a look before we walk out.

Later, we make it to the hotel lobby where we see Jay standing by, waiting for us. "Jay. Thanks for dropping the charges." Sam said. "You mind telling us why you did it?" Dean asked and I noticed that Jay looked very upset. "We have to talk." he said.

Minutes later, Jay took us to a bar and we all had drinks while he tells us that Charlie had died after Jay had done another death-defying stunt. "I was just a kid when we first met. All I knew was how to cheat at cards. Charlie got me out of more scrapes than I can count. Hell, I would have been dead by the age of 20 if it hadn't been for him." Jay explained then he sighs. "...he was more than my friend. He was my brother."

"I'm sorry, Jay." I said, sympathetically. "Look, I should have listened to you guys when you told me that my show was killing people." Jay said. "Well, you weren't the one pulling the trigger." Dean said. "Yeah, but someone did, and I want to find out who did this to Charlie, so I'll do whatever you guys say. Just tell me what to do." Jay said.

"Jay, whoever's doing this...They like you. They're probably close to you." Sam said. "Did Charlie and Vernon get along?" I asked Jay. "No. No, it's not Vernon." Jay said, shaking his head disbelieving. "He's the only one that makes sense." Dean said.

"Charlie and Vernon were your family, Jay." Sam said as Jay looks between us. "And now Charlie's gone." I said. "Yeah, but...they butted heads sometimes, but Vernon could never do something like this." Jay said. "See, the thing about real magic is it's a whole lot like crack. People do surprising things once they get a taste of it." said Dean and Jay looks at us and sighs. "You better be damn sure about this. Vernon's all I got left." he said.

*3rd Person POV*

Vernon picks up his phone. 'Yeah? Yeah, okay. I'll be there in two shakes. I got something to tell you anyway." He said and he leaves. Seconds later, Sam, Dean and (y/n) enter Vernon's hotel room. "Wow. It's like a...magic museum." Sam said, awed at all of the props and posters. "You must be in heaven." Dean said as (y/n) looks around the room.

"This guy doesn't travel light." she remarks. "He's been on the road his whole life. Probably everything he owns is in this room." Sam points out. "Let's get started."

"Just talked to the head of the convention. Headliner gig is yours." Vernon said to Jay as he walks up to him after arriving at the convention building. Jay turns to him with a look of disappointment on his face.

"What? You don't want it?" Vernon asked him and Jay looks down and sighs. "A day ago, if you told me I'd be standing on this stage..." Jay said as he paces the stages then stops and turns to his friend. "No, I can't do it, Vernon." He said.

"What are you talking about?" Vernon asked. "Charlie's gone." Jay said, upset. "Charlie would have wanted you to go on. This is your shot. It's our shot." Vernon said. "Really? This is what Charlie would have wanted?" Jay asked as Vernon looks at him, confused.

"Charlie's dead." Jay said. "Hey, he was my friend, too, you know." Vernon said, defensively. "It's a hell of a way to treat a friend." Jay said, accusatory. "Again, what are you talking about?" Vernon asked and Jay walks up to him.

"You killed him, didn't you? And for what? So that I -- So that we could be back on top?" He asked. "That's insane." Vernon chuckles but noticed that Jay was serious. "No, you're scaring me." He said.

"First it was Vance, then it was Jeb . Even if you thought you were doing it for me, how in God's name could you kill Charlie?" Jay asked him, angrily. "Oh, you are crazy." Vernon said. "You used me, and you used my act to do this to him. If you think --" Jay started to say but a voice speaks up. "I wouldn't be so hard on him, Jay. He didn't do it."

"This is just a bunch of old-Timey magic stuff --None of it magic." Dean said as they continue to look around Vernon's room. "No herbs, no candles, and no tarot cards." Sam said, downtrodden, as (y/n) picks up a poster and her jaw drops and her eyes widens.

"I'll be damned." She said. "What?" the boys asked her. She holds up the poster to them to see a familiar man but he was younger looking. "Look like anyone we know?" she asked them and their eyes are just as wide as hers.

"Sweet Mary and Joseph." Vernon said, shocked, as him and Jay look at the young man that approached them. "Charlie." Jay said, confused, and the man smiles. "It's really me, Jay." he said.

"How the hell..." Vernon said, confused, and Charlie chuckles. "God, you forget what it feels like to be young. It's amazing." Charlie said. "How old are you?" Jay asked. "Oh, it depends on what you mean by old. Right now, technically, about 28, but I've been around a lot longer than that." Charlie said.

"How long?" Jay asked him. "Long enough to have shilled for Barnum. And he gave me something." Charlie said and he holds up a book. "What's that?" Jay asked, nodding at the book. "The grimoire --A book of real magic. At first, I thought it was a scam, but then I tried one of the spells, and it worked. In fact, they all worked. So when I got to the end and there was one for immortality..." Charlie explains.

"My God, Charlie." Vernon said, shocked. "And my show, the things that I can do." Jay said. "Different spell. But it gives you a little taste of what's possible." Charlie said and he pulls out a deck of tarot cards and Jay goes to reach out for them but Charlie pulls back. "Oh, no, I wouldn't touch those, Vernon. They're --They're still radioactive." He said.

"You killed Vance and Jeb Dexter." Jay said. "What, you think this is a parlor game? You were being humiliated by those punks. A washed-up old man who couldn't even defend himself." Charlie said, getting angry.

"You used me to do these terrible things." Jay yells. "I used them to give you a gift. And you wanted it, Jay. I saw it in your eyes." Charlie said and Jay shakes his head. "No, I never wanted this." he said. "You were ready to kill yourself. I saved your life." Charlie said and this makes Jay stop in his tracks while Vernon gives Jay a shocked look

"Is that right, Jay?" He asked Jay, who doesn't respond. "I was there for you, like I've always been. Like I'll always be. Come with me, both of you. You think the first time around was good? The second time's even better. All the know how, none of the aches and pain." Charlie said. "No, I won't do this. I won't." Jay said. "I've never made this offer before. But, then again, I've never had friends like the two of you before. Let me do this for you." Charlie offered the men.

"And who else has to die so that we can live forever? What's the price tag on immortality?" Jay asked and Charlie doesn't answer. "This isn't right, Charlie, what you're doing. You know that. Somewhere, you know that." he said. "I know I don't want to come back alone, to start all over, alone." Charlie said then Vernon turns to Jay.

"Jay...We can be young again." He said and Jay couldn't believe Vernon was buying into this. "The three of us together -- Vital and alive...forever." Charlie said, smiling.

"Not so fast!" a voice calls out and all three men turn and see Dean, Sam and (y/n) walking in. "I ain't Guttenberg, and this ain't Cocoon. Immortality. That's a neat trick." Dean said. "It's not a trick. It's magic." Charlie said, smiling, then two nnoose appear behind Dean and (y/n), drop around their necks and lift them up.

Sam shoots Charlie but Charlie catches the bullet in his teeth. "Hey, bullet catch --Been working on that." Charlie said after he pulls the bullet out of his mouth. "Get him!" Dean gasped as he and (y/n) get strangled.

Sam goes towards Charlie but he disappears then reappears behind Sam. "Let them go -- Now!" Sam yells. "Just leave me and my friends alone. All right, I will give it up --The spells, the hexes. This is the last time. I promise." Charlie said then he pushes Sam onto a the sword-table.

Sam gets strapped in then looks up to see the swords hanging above him, the rope holding it getting slowly cut. (Y/n) and Dean were choking and gagging as the noose ties tighter and tighter around their necks.

Then Charlie clutches his stomach, where he is now bleeding. Charlie looks over and sees Jay had stabbed himself in the stomach, holding a tarot card. "Jay...You picked these strangers over me?" Charlie asked Jay as he falls back and then he dies.

Sam's restraints latch off of Sam and he gets off of the table before the swords land down on the table. The nooses let Dean and (y/n) go and they fall on the ground and begin to cough. "You guys okay?" Sam asked as he walks up to the two. "Yeah." (y/n) coughs. "Yeah, I'm all right." Dean said while Jay stares at the dead body of his friend before he tears up, Vernon watched all of this in shock.

*(y/n)'s POV*

The boys and I walk over to Jay at the bar the next day, Jay was sitting and drinking which I can't blame him after what he had to do. "Hey, Jay. We wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday." Dean said. "I killed my best friend yesterday, and you want to thank me?" Jay said, venomously.

"Where's Vernon?" Sam asked him. "Oh, he's gone. He said he didn't want to speak to me again after what I did to Charlie." Jay said, upset, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for the man. "Listen, Jay...you know Charlie was never gonna give up what he was doing. Ever. You did the right thing." I tell him and he looks up at me. "Are you sure about that?" He asked me and I don't respond

"You know, Charlie was like my brother. And now he's dead... because I did the right thing. He offered me a gift, and I just threw it back in his face. So now I have to spend the rest of my life old and alone. What's so right about that?" Jay asked and he gets up and walks out. "Jay...your cards." the bartender said as she points at the cards. Jay looks at them then sighs. "Throw them away." he said and he walks out while the bartender looks at the cards, sadly.

"Well, I don't know about you, but...I could go for a beer." Dean said and I let out sigh and nod. "Yeah, me too." I said as I rub my eyes. "I'm gonna take a walk." Sam said and he walks out. Dean and I share a look before we go to the bar and order our drinks.

We drank a few rounds in silence until Dean speaks up. "Have you thought of names?" He asked and I turn to him. "What?" I asked him. "Names...for our kids." He said and I furrow my brow. "Why are you..?" I asked but he turns his head to me. "Just...indulge me for a bit." He said and I slowly smile.

"Well...I've gone back and forth with some names. I've thought for a boy it's between Jack or Jared..." I said and Dean nods a bit. "Jack sounds good but Jared...I don't know sounds like a name for a weirdo." He said and I chuckle. "And for the girl...I like Claire or Jolene." I said and Dean turns his head to me. "What?" I asked. "Isn't Jolene a song?" Dean asked and I nod.

"Yeah, I know the song is about homewrecker but...I liked the name when Dad introduced me to the song during one of our trips onto another job for him." I said and Dean smiles. "Either way, all those names are pretty good." Dean said and I look at him. "Wait, really? No sarcasm?" I asked, surprised. "No sarcasm." He said and I stare at him for moment then I turn back to my drink.

"Course I think I can come up with better names." Dean said and I turn my head back to him. "Like what?" I asked. "Dean Jr." He said, giving a sarcastic smile, and I snort out a laugh. "One Dean Winchester is enough." I said and Dean laughs and sips his beer.

"Having a kid named after you, not gonna happen…although I think you gave me an idea to name our kid after their Uncle Sam." I said, jokingly, and Dean chokes on his beer. "Nope...not gonna happen." He coughs and I laugh. "Don’t let your brother hear you say that, you could hurt his feelings.” I teased, feigning sadness. "Whatever." Dean said, dismissively, and I giggle before we go back to enjoying our drinks.

"Now, about that whole you being a tied to the bed kind've girl..."

"Oh God." I groaned.

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