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#and I’m also going to not bother you privately anymore because what good does that do anyone?

jenna0rtega27 · 1 month

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My request

Could you do a Wednesday Addams x reader smut

She catches you flirting with Enid and reads the text between you two, and later you come over to her dorm, it’s only her there, and she’s mad and silent.

She try’s explaining but is to angry to do so, ends up fucking you until she’s not angry anymore

G!p Wednesday btw

At the end enid walks in to see you two in Wednesday’s bed lol

Thank you so much.🖤

The love of his life

Masterlist

Thank you for asking +18 Wednesday x F!Reader (mermaid) Summary: Request Warning: Wednesday g!p, smut, penetration, rough sex, jealousy, slight mention of choking, dom!Wednesday, sub!Reader

Note: Sorry if this sucks. I am very tired today. But I still wanted to respond to a request so I hope you will like it anyway. Number of words: 1597

3rd Person Pov:

Y/n is sitting on a table outside. She is between Enid, Yoko and Divina sitting on Yoko's lap. And in front of her there are Bianca, Ajax and Eugene. It’s the weekend so no one has school.

"How's it going with Wednesday?" » Divina asks, turning to Y/n to give her full attention. She wraps her arms around Yoko's neck who also gives you her full attention.

" I don't know. Wednesday is less distant with me than the others. But she doesn't want us to show our affection in front of others. So we don't kiss in public. She doesn't even want to hold hands in public. » Y/n gives a sad smile to her friends. She wished Wednesday would show her love towards her more.

“And when you are alone? » Enid asks curiously. Y/n's cheeks reddened thinking about yesterday with Wednesday fucking her.

“To deprive her of that is a whole different person but I’ll keep that to myself.” »

Y/n and Wednesday have been together for 3 months. Even though everyone at school knows you're in a relationship, Wednesday still doesn't like to show love in public. But for Y/n it didn't bother her because in private, Wednesday showed her love. Y/n was truly in love with the goth and she knew she was going to end her life with this emotionless girl.

“Yeah good idea I don’t want to have too much explanation that could harm my hearing. » Adds Bianca with an expression of disgust. Everyone laughs at his comment.

“My shoulders hurt so much, yesterday’s fencing really exhausted me. » Enid complains while massaging her right shoulder which is painful.

“Wait, I’m going to massage you, you’ll feel better. » Y/n gets up and stands behind Enid and begins to massage her shoulders. Enid closes her eyes in happiness. It's been a long time since she had a shoulder massage.

" Yes like this. Just there. » Enid groaned slightly from the tension in her shoulders.

“Looks like you were fucking.” » Said Bianca laughing.

What no one knew was that Wednesday saw and heard everything. And she thought Y/n and Enid were flirting together. Anger surges through his veins. She clenches her fist and quickly heads to her dorm where she shares with Enid and Y/n. She goes back to her dorm and she does everything in her power not to kill Enid or Bianca or even Y/n. While pacing around the room, Wednesday sees Y/n's phone on her bed. The young goth had watched Y/n do her code once and she had held her back. She knew this information would come in handy one day.

Wednesday takes the phone and enters the code which is her date of birth. She goes to her girlfriend's messages and immediately finds Enid's name. Rocks form in his stomach.

Enid 🐺🌕❤️: I love you my dear

Y/n ❤️‍🔥🧜🏻‍♀️: I love you too my wolf

Enid 🐺🌕❤️: No you don't understand, I love you madly. I am so blessed to have met you.

Y/n ❤️‍🔥🧜🏻‍♀️: Stop it, you'll make me cry. And Wednesday is sleeping next door I don't want to wake her because you make me cry.

Wednesday closes the phone and throws it across the room. She's so angry you'd think smoke was coming out of her ears. Not only does she see her girlfriend flirting with Enid but they also exchange little words of love.

“Enid, I’m going to tear you into pieces and feed your flesh to the squirrels. » Wednesday serves her hands while injuring her hands from her nails digging into her skin.

" You're better? » Y/n sat back down in her place between Enid, Yoko and Divina.

“Yes thank you you were the best. » Enid smiles and kisses Y/n's cheek. “Oh no I put lipstick on your cheek. » Enid laughed softly. " Let me see. » Y/n searches in her pocket for her phone but can't find it. “Shit, I forgot my phone at the dorm. I will be back. »

Y/n gets up and heads inside the school to go back to her dorm.

When she comes home, she finds Wednesday standing between her bed and Wednesday's bed and looking out the window. His arms are crossed over his chest.

“Wednesday you haven’t seen my phone? »

“I threw it at the wall. » The young goth responds without emotion. Y/n frowns.

" All right? And why? » Y/n responds softly because she senses that her girlfriend is upset but she doesn't really know why and slowly walks towards Wednesday.

Wednesday quickly turns around and pushes Y/n onto the bed so she is sitting on the edge of the bed and Wednesday straddles her girlfriend's lap. The emotionless girl cups Y/n's jaw between her thumb and the rest of her fingers and squeezes.

“I saw your little interaction with Enid earlier and your messages between you and Enid. » Wednesday clenches her jaw and squeezes harder on Y/n's jaw. But then she notices the lipstick mark on Y/n's cheek and she immediately knows it's Enid's because of the pink color. Wednesday's irises turn even darker with anger and jealousy.

Wednesday forcefully pushes Y/n to lay her down and gets off of Y/n's lap.

" Take off your clothes. » Orders Wednesday, undressing too. Y/n immediately does as she is told and quickly undresses. Both women are now completely naked.

Wednesday climbs onto the bed and sits on top of Y/n between her thighs. “I’m going to remind you who you belong to. » Wednesday takes his hard cock and thrusts without warning into Y/n's dripping vagina. The young woman moaned in pain and pleasure at the same time.

Wednesday moves her hips with animal speed. “I'm going to remind you who can fuck you and put their lips on you. » Wednesday releases all her anger in her hip movement.

The young goth leans in and kisses Y/n. She sticks her tongue in her mouth and pushes it down Y/n’s throat who chokes her slightly.

" I'm near. » Y/n cries into Wednesday's mouth and clutches the sheets. Wednesday bites her girlfriend's bottom lip hard enough to draw some blood. She licks the blood and gets off of Y/n. The y/h/c girl moans and is sexually aroused and angry. “Get on all fours. » Y/n listens and gets on all fours. Wednesday feels even harder seeing Y/n's ass. She spanks her left buttock hard and Y/n moans in pain and excitement.

“You 'slap' is 'slap' to 'slap' me” Y/n moaned with each slap. Wednesday thrusts into Y/n’s vagina always without warning. She holds Y/n’s hips in place to help him enter her.

Y/n moaned loudly into the cushion. The young goth takes a handful of Y/n's hair and pulls it towards her so that Y/n's back is against her chest. Wednesday puts her hand on Y/n's throat and chokes her slightly as she continues to penetrate her.

“Tell me who you belong to.” » Wednesday whispers in Y/n's ear which sends shivers all over her body.

" Yours. I belong to you only. » The young mermaid said with difficulty with Wednesday's hand still on her throat.

“You’re right Cara Mia. You belong to me and only me. »

Wednesday pushes Y/n so that she is head on the cushions and butt in the air again. Y/n services Wednesday’s cock, a sign that she’s close. The girl with black braids moaned at the pressure on his penis.

“I’m going to cum.” » Y/n cries feeling close.

“Cum for me Cara Mia.” » Wednesday keeps her speed and rubs circles on Y/n's clit to help her cum.

Y/n screams and cramps her back while cumming on Wednesday's cock. The young goth moans and jerks off to cum in Y/n's pussy. The young y/h/c girl moaned as she felt the hot liquid invade the inside of her vagina. Y/n lays on her side with Wednesday lying behind her both tiredly.

“I didn’t hurt you Cara Mia?” » asks Wednesday, worried that she has hurt her girlfriend.

“Are you kidding, it was the best sex I’ve ever had. » Y/n smiled as she turned her head towards Wednesday.

“I love you so much Mio amore. » Wednesday kisses Y/n passionately. Their tongues dance together.

" I love you too my love. And don't forget that you are the only one on my mind. » Y/n replies, pulling away from the kiss and caressing Wednesday's cheek.

“Go get some sleep amore. » Wednesday kisses Y/n's cheek. The girl rolls her head over and falls asleep in her girlfriend's arms with Wednesday's cock still in her pussy.

The door opens slowly and Enid enters the dormitory. “It smells like sex in here. » Enid smirked seeing Wednesday's glare.

“From now on, I forbid you from touching or kissing Y/n’s cheek. »

“I can’t promise anything. » Enid laughed lightly without waking Y/n.

“If I see you flirting with Y/n again, I’ll destroy your stuffed animal collection and tell everyone that you and Ajax had sex in the school library.” » Wednesday responds without emotion.

“Okay, okay but I’m just telling you that Y/n is madly in love with you. So you don't have to worry. And I am madly in love with Ajax. But if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep in Yoko's dorm. I don't want to smell like sex all night long. » Enid hops and leaves the dormitory, closing the door gently.

Wednesday looks at Y/n and gently caresses her cheek.

“I’m madly in love with you too. » Wednesday whispers and she kisses Y/n's cheek lovingly. And she's sure she saw a smile and a blush on her girlfriend's face.

Y/n will be and remain the love of his life.

#jenna marie ortega #wednesday addams #g!p #jenna ortega smut #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #smut

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hotpinkmoon · 2 years

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Could you the nsfw alphabet with james? If it's not a bother ofc

Don't worry, it doesn't bother me.

Here ya go

James NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

James will check up on you if you're seriously hurt. He tends to get lost in the moment when he fucks you. Digging his nails in and grabbing you too hard might leave you scratches and small bruises on your skin. He'll gently try to wrap his arms around you and snuggle you very close. If you fall asleep first, he takes a moment to look at you and just admires you.

His favorite body part of his own is his body physique. It took him 3 years to beef up his own body and he's very proud of that. He used to be a lanky boy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His favorite body part of you is your waist. James will always grab your waist or cling on to with his hands. As a way to be more close to you and another way to be protective of you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His cum is very thick and comes into big loads. He loves creampie, if you're ok with him cuming inside you. Seeing your overused hole being filled with his cum makes him feel satisfied. James also likes it if you try to swallow his cum from giving him a blow job. Even if you couldn't, and you made a mess, it's fine. You look sexy like that.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

You begging for him to be with him. To leave your old life and make a new one with him. Seeing you all needy and infatuated with him makes him go crazy. Both in a romantic, sexual, and unstable way. He wants to restrain you and fuck you until you go dumb on his cock. James wants you to submit to him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Inexperience. James is doing on pure instinct and seeing by your body language what you like and don't like. Don't be afraid to tell him what makes you feel good and comfortable because he'll learn pretty quickly.

The Mating Press

Full Nelson

The Wall

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Doggy Style

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Serious. Sex for him besides making you his, is a way to show he loves you very much. Giving your consent to have sex with James makes him happy both emotionally and sexually. He wants you. He needs you. H E N E E D S Y O U .

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

James doesn't need to worry about shaving. That's because he barely has hair down there to begin with.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

James tries to be romantic but it comes out very possessive and animalistic. He says he loves you so much that nobody can have you. He hugs you way too tight as if you're about to leave him. He gives you kisses which turns into bites to mark you up. He looks at you with love in his eyes but with a mix of feral lust.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

James masturbates to release stress, or morning wood before he meet you. Now, he doesn't anymore because you're here to solve that problem. If you're not around, he'll try to find you.

Overstimulation

Orgasm Control/ Slight edging

Breath Play

Dacraphilia

Biting Kink

Knife Play

Blood Kink

Spanking

Bondage

Slight Size Kink

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Slight Degradation

In your home, or his "home" if he has to but doesn't mind. Any space that is private or there aren't any people.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

You being desperate or needy for him. You looking pathetic, worthless, or defeated. ( He literally thought how fuckable you look when you lost a bet from him bruh ) Wearing something sexual or to impress him. James thinking about you then his mind wonders how you look hot beneath him. Teasing him, or you can simply ask.

Anything to do with him not being in control. It makes him feel powerless and angry.

Mommy/Daddy Kinks and Age Play makes him VERY uncomfortable.

Master/Sir doesn't feel right for him to be called. Just say his name.

Not a fan of watersports or feet.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Forcing you to do something that you're uncomfortable with.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He loves doing both. James has his arms around your legs and head buried into your hickey marked thighs. Slurping and sucking your sex and is addicted to your cum. You sucking his fat cock and he loves how warm your mouth feels. James grabs your head and fucks your face. He likes you choking on his dick and making those cute noises you make.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Very rough but not too fast or slow pace. He likes to pound his cock and makes those slapping/wet noises into you. If James is being fast, he's feeling jealous/ angry or feral. If he's doing it slow, he is teasing you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Nope. James likes to put his hands all around you to play with. He does this so he'll remember how your body feels around him. Remember your sensitive spots and taking advantage of them. You can say he's worshiping your body before he can ruin it. Savoring you...

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Depends on what it is. As long as he can be the top and in control it's fine. You being the top one? You want to use a strapon to peg him? You want him to be tied up rather then you?. NO. NEVER.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Very high stamina. I give him 5 rounds for fucking you silly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hates them. Why need them if you can have the real deal right in front of you. James feels annoyed that this thing can make you cum and he doesn't like it. Only he can do that to you. No one and thing can. Don't try to hide it from him, he's gonna know and edge you as punishment.

He loves to tease just to hear you whine and beg for him to cum. Seeing your face looking so pathetic for him makes him want to play with you more. Sometimes he teases you as a way for you to say something.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

" Tell me that you love me... I'm not letting you cum if you don't say it. "

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

James groans and growls and he may get loud. It's not his fault that the way your hole is wrapping around his cock so nice for him. Saying some dirty stuff to you, and how good you make him feel. Telling you he loves you a bunch of times and to never leave him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

James is secretly insecure about his scars on his back, shoulders, and face. If you happen to lightly brush or caress his scars in a caring manner, he'll melt from your touch. He feels all mushy inside and warm. He loves the soft and caring touches from you. Which turns into very gentle and sensual sex for the both of you admiring each other.

James's cock is big enough to fill you in the right places and curves upward. Very girthy and has a vein on his left side of his dick. He has a Jacob's Ladder piercing on his shaft which gives you more stimulation when you guys are fucking. He is circumcised and his balls are hanging. He's a shower, he grows at least one inch when he's erect.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Am I going to tell you how big he is by number? No, you can guess.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very high after meeting you. He just wanna show you how much he loves you by shoving his fat cock inside you to make you his. A yearning to make love to you and a yearning to claim you.

He won't fall asleep until he gets to cuddle you in his arms. Ever since you snuggle nicely on him, he manages to have a great night sleep. You comfort him...

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere male #hpm.james #hpm.asks #im sorry if it took too long

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totomoshi · 2 years

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Whispers

pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

authors note: this was an idea had while listening to First Burn and it doesn’t have to do with the fact that i still can’t move on from MoM 😌

You would be lying if you said you didn't want to be your sister, Christine Palmer.

In all honesty, it wasn't because she's a successful surgeon or a certified brainiac but mainly it was due to the fact that she has the love of your life in the palm of her hand, Stephen Strange.

Many people don't know what you saw in the doctor, but they didn't know about those secret moments when he put aside his ego just to talk and comfort you when you couldn't keep up with your sister's achievements.

That and the teasing moments where he would show his infamous smirk made you fall wholeheartedly. At first, you were confident he reciprocates those feelings but every time you saw the look that he gave your sister; one filled with love and adoration, you knew you didn't stand a chance.

Now here you were standing on the balcony of the ballroom that was currently hosting your sister’s engagement party. You were happy for her but you couldn't stand there for another second watching Stephen look at her like a lovesick puppy.

Your private moment alone was interrupted by a familiar voice that always made your heart flutter

“Y/n, what are you doing out here?”

Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Nothing just needed some fresh air,”

“Even after all these years, you’re still bad at lying” he chuckled

“Leave me alone, I'm not in the mood Stephen”

“Well it didn't seem that way when you chatted with Doctor Andrews” he muttered

That made your anger bubble up as you didn't know what Dr. Andrews had to do with any of this

“Excuse me? What does that mean? Also, since when does it ever concern you which guy I talk to Strange?” you told him as you turned around to look at him properly which was a mistake as he looked oh so good in his suit tonight

He knew he was already in uncharted territory with her, hence the use of his last name. But it didn't matter because jealousy seemed to currently blind him.

“I’m not stupid, y/n. You were in a good mood before and now suddenly I come near you, and you’re becoming so hostile? Just tell me you hate me and I won't bother you ever again. It's the least you could do”

The blue eyes that you came to love were gone and were replaced with anger, hurt, and jealousy? But that's impossible...

“What the hell are you talking about? Since when do I hate you? I think it's better if you just go back inside and continue to stare at my sister instead of talking out of your ass”

You knew it was wrong to bring Christine into this but you couldn't care less. You were just so angry at him.

“What does Christine have to do with this?”

“Everything! She’s the reason I’m out here! What, you thought I didn't see you staring at her like someone killed your puppy? I may not be smart as the both of you, but I’m not blind”

This was it, you’ve reached your breaking point. The tears that you tried so hard to keep in were starting to form.

“I don’t have feelings for Christine, y/n. Not anymore”

“I know about whispers, I see how you look at my sister...” you whispered as the tears started to show

At this point, you were done being angry, you were just so heartbroken to see the man you love to be in love with your sister. He seemed to finally understand the situation as his eyes finally softened to become the blue that you fell for.

“Y/n, believe me when I say that I don't love her anymore. Care? Yes. But as a friend, nothing more. Damn it y/n, you’re the one that I'm in love with” he confessed as he held both of your hands

You were shocked, to say the least. It was like the two of you were currently filming a scene of your favorite rom-com.

“Please don’t lie to me Stephen” was the only sentence you managed to muster out without breaking down.

His eyes raked over your face as if he was memorizing every little detail

“Maybe this will make you believe me” was what he told you before he cupped your face and gave a kiss that you once thought existed only in dreams.

It took you only a few seconds to return the kiss as you looped your arms around his neck

“I think I might need a little more convincing” you giggled

“As you wish” he chuckled

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #doctor stephen strange #doctor strange x female reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange #marvel female reader insert #doctor strange #fanfiction

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jun-ipher · 8 months

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Omg thanks hahah. No worries it’s not a request or anything. Just ranting and asking your opinion because you write chishiya so beautifully 😩 and it’s no fun to share random blurts that I had about this man with my rlfriends who couldn’t appreciate his existence.

I have been thinking about Chishiya with a popular s/o. Do you think Chishiya will mind? I think he would be annoyed because he prefer to be in the shadow and doesn’t like people to know about his business. But I can also see him as perfect candidate as a famous person’s boyfriend ya know? Like that man will not be bothered at all if you got scandalous dating rumours or working with attractive costar. He is pretty secure with himself.

So yeah I’m stuck here with my plot. Which do you think Chishiya would value more. Will having no privacy be his deal breaker?

Im looking forward to hear your thoughts! 🫶 you are one of my favourite Chishiya’s writer and I trust your opinion

OMG THANK YOU! not you saying you trust my opinion🥺

rant under the cut!

i think chishiya as a famous person's bf has its pros and cons? he is definitely a very private person, so he wouldn't mind signing an NDA and keeping everything a secret/private

at the same time, i wonder if he would think it's too problematic/too much of a headache? i can definitely see him being put off by the paparazzi 🤔

i think he might need some convincing, but he could consider dating a famous person, especially if it means he can have benefits, such as private and avant-première viewings. i headcanon manga chishiya as secretly enjoying art galleries bcs art is subjective and he won't feel weird for not understanding a painting exactly as the next person does

netflix chishiya is portrayed as having more empathy, so depending on which version of canon you prefer, he will be more or less a good boyfriend for a celebrity. ofc, i don't really see manga chishiya as trying to date anyway. at least not before the borderlands🤷‍♀️

if his s/o is a normal person, but just popular in general, he would definitely be smug about it still. he would also find it interesting how so many people crowd around a person who isn't even famous, just because they are nice or funny. he would definitely choose to hang out with s/o's friends just to observe the interactions (i think this gave me some ideas for trtc omg)

also, if the celebrity!s/o has dating rumours or good-looking co-stars, i agree that he wouldn't be bothered by it. he is too rational to let jealousy get the best of him fr.

i imagine it more like, he is on the sofa, scrolling on his phone. celebrity!s/o is sitting next to him. an article pops up on his phone.

y/n l/n rumoured to be dating co-star. then some pictures of them together laughing in close distance.

chishiya looks over to you, an eyebrow raised, and reads the title out loud. "there are some interesting pictures too," he muses.

when you turn to look at him, you see his lips quirked up in amusement and his shoulders relaxed.

"it's just a rumour," you say the obvious. "we started doing the promo for the newest season and have to act close. he asked to meet you, by the way. if you want to come on set one day, you could. or we can go out for drinks."

chishiya turns back to his phone, wondering if coming on set and dealing with the paparazzi is really worth it.

"we'll see," is all he says, then he scrolls down. he's never cared about the rumours anyway. he knows that at the end of the day, he is the only one in your mind.

he is so secure, i don't see him getting jealous too often. maybe if there is something else going on with the rumours, like s/o not having time for him anymore, or them not answering his texts? then, i see him acting petty for a short while before telling s/o about it. i don't think he would sit them down, he would just be asshole-y and cold about it

anywayyy this is only what i headcanon

this was so fun!!

#chishiya imagine #chishiya headcanons #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #anon <3

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whenfatecollides · 1 year

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maybe I’m being overly pessimistic, but I feel like I have to put down these thoughts, and just let them be.

I feel like dcc is making a very clear choice of what kind of people they want to attract and maintain to support dc, from the content they’ve shifted to on their notes, to now this new app where you pay a subscription fee to “chat” (because you don’t even actually chat with them since they apparently see all fans messages like a group chat??) privately with the members... yes capitalism and what not, but there’s a lot of other options dcc could go for (*cough* reprinting albums, hell even investing on an app like superstar sm but for dc only, even if it’s a big investment at first would totally pay itself off and profit given the time), than this type of thing that does nothing but feed even more delusional fans.

also while it’s cool dcc wants to collaborate with smaller companies to also help them grow (even tho a lot of stuff has been shady as fuck but whatever), they kinda need to actually look at what the big companies do right and idk try to copy the things they do right? how is it possible that there’s been no brand deals, or mc spots, or even acting opportunities for some of them? I’m not saying these opportunities are easy to come by, but at this point they’re a six year old group, and it doesn’t feel like any of them have enough experience to have a career outside of it? like what’s going to happen to them when inadvertently they can’t pull comebacks or go on tours as often and tirelessly as they do now? like yeah it’s good to live in the moment but dcc really needs to start working towards their future too.

and honestly since deja vu that dc have been losing their signature horror concept and I get that things can’t stay the same forever or it gets stagnate, but for a group that was so praised during nightmare era for their narrative and world building, it really sucks that we haven’t had that built properly since then. I gave the benefit of the doubt for dystopia era because it was the first since nightmare and it could just be that they needed time to adjust (music wise the concept was pretty solid for scream and boca at least but there really wasn’t much of a narrative on the mvs like nightmare era had), but apocalypse era is being even messier. from where I’m standing it feels like dcc doesn’t really care anymore about giving them interesting concepts because they know the fandom is gonna buy into it regardless. but it sucks that even on simple things like photobooks and season’s greetings, the horror concept that set them apart from other groups just isn’t present anymore. even if they kept the lighter and fun versions, the og fandom at least are still people who appreciate darker concepts so I don’t get why they’ve completely started to dismiss that.

it’s just getting tiring for me. I love their music, and I think I’ll definitely keep coming back to see what they’ve released, but everything else genuinely isn’t fun anymore. and it hasn’t been fun for a while now. I still care a lot about the girls and dc, reason why things being like this bothers me so much, but I also don’t think dcc will change anything in the future and actually do something right so

#also yeah maison had a cool concept as a song itself but honestly the mv could've actually been interesting and it's just... not #i wont even talk abt vision #not to mention how toxic this fandom has turned overall and how little I identify with it :/#thankfully not on here - ppl here are generally really nice #but in general 💀#anyway just some thoughts bc tbh im a little tired of pretending that im ok with whats going on and these changes #i dont rly have hope that dcc will change anything and improve - on the contrary I think things will just keep on getting worse for the #fandom but who knows #jt

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dont-take-me-home · 1 year

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Thoughts about the very lovely and satisfying Ted Lasso 3x06:

Rebecca

I remembered Rebecca falling into a canal in Amsterdam from leaked shooting photos and I’m very happy it’s not Ted who saved her like some fans wanted it to be. Actually, no one needed to save her, she just swam out like a grown-up. Good shit.

Houseboat Daddy can GET IT. What a hot dilf. And the complex, grown-up chemistry between them. Damn.

This man obviously represents everything Rebecca wants right now – authentic, reliable affection, warm homeyness and a family. I understand that they wanted to create a vibe of Rebecca taking a break from her real life to be this girly girl in a floral dress flirting on a houseboat, and then the break is over and she has to go back to her real life. But it’s a bit too romcommy for me that she just left without getting the guy’s phone number or even his name for no reason. The distance between London and Amsterdam is negligible if you have Rebecca’s money, they’re both single and into each other, what’s the deal? This is totally something she can pursue.

Keeley

It’s funny that we all had these fic ideas where Keeley dates Rebecca and gets to live the private jet, private yacht life, and the writers were like “nope” but then “wait, actually yes to the sugar mummy thing”. ❤️

Ted

Look, I don’t like him, but his scenes were great. Pining for the home he left, stuck so hard in his head he can’t even bother to learn anything about the sport he is allegedly coaching for two years now, and then finding himself in this unsettling parody of America where the portions are mountain-sized and nobody knows what Chicago is. POIGNANT

(I actually thought the script was going to go to a bad-trip place where the restaurant becomes really clownish and creepy and I’m glad they didn’t do that, it was much fresher and more interesting this way.)

(The thing where the drugs were a dud so it’s like Ted didn’t really take drugs was not fresh at all. We get it, he’s still pure. Whatever. It's a good story, so I’m forgiving them for the cop-out.)

Am I proud of Ted for reinventing Total Football? Heck no. He should have known about it. He is in Amsterdam playing against Ajax. The fact that he got the idea for the triangles from an ancient Chicago Bulls game instead of the wealth of football knowledge that is always in front of his eyes and at his fingertips is insane. But. It’s the right way to go, even if he got there through the most stupid route imaginable. And he is sitting in this amusement-park version of America, watching stuff that reminds him of his dad, but thinking about his team and how to improve them. Finally. So that’s something.

“My phone is at the bottom of a canal.” “Is that Keats?” – ok, I laughed 😤

Roy

Loved his speech to the interviewer about not pretending to give a fuck about the pretend game. Vintage Kent. And LOL at how even Jan is impressed by Roy’s brutal honesty.

Roy’s bitterness and anger being defeated by Jamie’s determined cheerfulness until he is forced to (1) enjoy himself on a fucking bicycle and (2) apologise to Jamie is the most adorable thing I can think about. HUG HIM JAMIE. HUG THE GROUCH. CONQUER THE GROUCH

Jamie

I love him.

First, we are reminded that he can be smart and capable and know a shitload of things about Amsterdam. This has a double purpose: in the long term, he’s on an arc of becoming even more of a team player and maybe a leader? Someone who can pull them out of the slump? But in the context of this episode, they want us to remember that Jamie has a brain. So if he glosses over things in his head, namely, Keeley having a girlfriend, or the disturbing way he lost his virginity at age 14, it’s intentional. He doesn’t want to think about these things because he wants to be happy.

Also, he’s not surprised Keeley’s into girls. She has talked about it openly, so. Yeah. Why would he be? (Well written.)

Notice how Jamie’s not intimidated by Roy anymore? Nor does he take the shit that Roy says to him personally. He is mature/secure enough by now to know that Roy is just taking unrelated shit out on him. He doesn’t even let it ruin his mood: he knows Roy is still doing the best for him as a coach, so he enjoys that. Our boy has grown up so much 🥲

I loved the complexity of Jamie’s little added backstory here with his two Amsterdam vacations. Short scene but so rich.

1. Vacation with his dad, age 14: Jamie knows his dad was being a dick and faking interest in him in that vacation. But he stops short of defining it as a bad memory. He was basically ordered to lose his virginity to a sex worker while he was still a child, and that must have affected him in a bunch of ways, and he doesn’t argue when Roy says it’s a fucked up experience. But he also “doesn’t remember it”.

2. Vacation with his mum two years later: she acted like a real parent and showed him the city and the museums. He doesn’t come right out and say it was important to him, but we know by the way he still remembers every little detail about Amsterdam by heart.

Jamie says it was like his dad was there with them. Does it mean his abusive dick of a dad was a shadow hanging over Jamie’s nice vacation with his nice mum? Or is it a good thing in that Jamie felt, for a while, like he had two parents? Or both?

Colin

Is now an actual character with a personality and not just comic relief. I will no longer give you side-eye if you like him and pair him with Jamie and will not wonder if you were just looking for the whitest face in the dressing room regardless of the fact that other guys had much more of a connection to Jamie.

I’m amused by the adventures of vanilla vodka. Back in season 1, when Jamie drank vanilla vodka, it was obvious the show didn’t want to make Roy call him gay/girly for it, because they didn’t want to make Roy homophobic or sexist. So Roy called Jamie a child, which also tracks, because fruit-flavoured drink (like Jamie’s vanilla vodka and alcopops) is associated with young kids who want to get hammered on nights out without having to endure the taste of actual alcohol. But right now Ted Lasso is carefully admitting that homophobia exists even in Ted-Lasso-world. So vanilla vodka gets to come out of the closet and be defined as a gay drink. Anyway.

The Himbos

Epic. I especially liked the way the pillow fight ended with an orgy. Always good for team building. Gangbangs also work, but then you have to single out one guy to get gangbanged and the others get jealous, and then you have to make a gangbang schedule so nobody gets left out, and it’s a hassle.

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calypsoff3 · 2 years

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Eleven. Part 2

Squinting my eyes at my phone, oh wow my mother has hounded me so much and called me so many times. Once I got upstairs I put my phone to the side and went straight to sleep, I needed to rest my mind, I needed to not look at my phone while in bed either. I just needed some peace because my mind right now is a little messy, I have so much going on. I am just thinking about everything. I have had the best childhood; I have had everything in life that I could have. I am loved by both of my parents, but my parents are toxic, I find them toxic. I have heard the constant shouting, the constant words thrown at each other. When my parents are good, they are so good together but when they are bad they are bad, like now. And I hate when my mom runs away to Barbados, I hate she takes my siblings there because it’s so draining there. She doesn’t see it or understand it but they bitch about my dad when we are there, they have been wanting her to leave him and I do see it, I see why but I don’t want them to split, not now. I just have a lot to comprehend, and I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do, maybe uncle is right, I need to say it to my dad, but he isn’t stupid either. It’s like he knows what to say, he knows what to do to shut it down and shut me down, making me question why I questioned him in the first place. Let me text my mom back at least, I don’t know why she is so worried like that ‘I’m ok! I have just woke up, don’t worry. Love you xx’ pressing send on the message, let me call North and see if she is busy. Pressing my phone to my ear, if Tianna and I was speaking I could speak to her, but she is a total bitch to be honest, she isn’t going to be on anyone’s side but her own “after flexing at the game you remember me bitch?” laughing out “I have just woke up, are you busy? I mean I know you’re at school, but can I talk to you?” I hope she can “erm yeah, wait a minute. Let me go to somewhere more private” she is the best, I need to go back to school.

“Where is the bitch sister of yours? She has been talking shit about me in school, I can fight” North said “you can fight her, but she is in Barbados for the fifth time. Like my siblings should be in school but have been dragged there now” I am not shocked that Tianna is talking shit about North, if she gets her ass beat then that’s on her, I am not protecting her for shit, it is not my problem at all “well what’s up? But just know I will be beating her ass when I do” chuckling at North, she means that “how did you feel when your parents divorced?” I said it to the point “woah, Rylee. That is a big thing. Why are you asking me that?” I have taken her by surprise “because I feel it coming, my dad isn’t being good, and my mom has fallen out with him. And I have heard things, I feel I am between them both. I just think things aren’t good” I admitted “you think your dad has done something? Wow, man that sucks. It does suck but it doesn’t bother me anymore. At first it did but I realised they are happier like this; I was so sad, but I got over it. My dad was really depressed about my mom and that did upset me, but I helped him, I was there for him. I mean now I am older both of my parents are like my friends, but it’s hard too. Because I know they love each other, and the constant new partners you have to meet is terrible because you know it won’t last. Rylee I am upset, you think it will be?” I don’t want that “I don’t know North; I just see it for what it is. I am going to say it to my dad, but he is a jerk, like he can be” he is “oh your dad is like DILF of the year” I cringed “I am being serious, like he is out there. He has been on gossip blogs since he has been on tour” I haven’t actually paid attention “really? You never mentioned that” she has been quiet about it “because that’s your dad, I am not there to gossip about him. He’s been trending none stop also for being fine, I mean not me thinking that but yeah, whatever. But Rylee, it’s going to be hard on you, being the eldest I suffered” and this is what scares me.

“I don’t read gossip sites because my mom told me it’s stupid, what have you seen? What is it?” I don’t get how they work “after school I can come to you and show you, I’ve seen a few things, but I didn’t pay attention to it because you’re family to me, I’m not going to start things at all” smiling a little “oh shit, North. My mom is calling, please keep this on the low thanks, and love you. See you after school” answering my mom’ call “hey mom, you’re awake” I said “well baby I’m ahead of you in time, erm. What happened? I saw you was crying; Rylee I want you to come to me, I don’t want you there. It’s really upset me seeing you that way, please come to me” she pleaded “mom I am ok, I was just highly upset. Tired I think” I have no idea what to say “you think? Listen baby, you’re upset, I feel it in my heart. Talk to me, I don’t like this” biting on my top lip “mom, I’m ok. I want to stay here, please. Just let me stay here, dad is here” the line went silent “if you need me, call me and I will be there. I swear I will be there; I’m watching you. I think your dad is home, it came up. He may be asleep still because he walked in about five, but if you need me. Please, tell me. I am concerned” my mother really is concerned for me “I will mom, I love you just stop worrying it will be ok” she is so worried “I will baby” she chuckled “can I see North today?” Let me ask because she is watching on the cameras “to our house?” She said “yes our house, not there” I hope she says yes “she has to drop off work to me anyways” I added “ok, but don’t make it all night please. Call me and make sure that useless man does some food shopping and also the cleaner, tell him it needs to be booked in. I told them I’m not there, wasn’t sure when he would be back” I am so between them “ok mom, love you. Bye” disconnecting the call, my mom is so beautiful, and she deserves the world. My dad he is stupid, but I love him.

I wasn’t expecting to see Herb here, I can hear him from here talking. My dad and uncle are both awake just talking to each other, I mean it’s interesting to know that they are both awake even though mom said dad came in late “plan of action? Let Robyn just get over her little tantrum, on god I ain’t going to chase her. Not going to Barbados because I will end up jumping my dad, he really pisses me off, he’s said and done too much. So Robyn will have to come home eventually because the kids have school, so my plan of action is, what? Nigga you making me laugh” my dad laughed “your plan of action is Dani” my dad hollered “Dani, Dani. Which one is that again? Tuesday or Wednesday?” Herb is laughing out “Tuesday, Tuesday bro. Madness, plan of action we see Dani, we vibe. Her people, they come. We have fun” peaking my head around, my dad blew the smoke out from his lips “have fun; I’m trying to make music. That is it, you being dumb” walking into the kitchen “morning baby” my dad said and made his way to me “let me take this out” looking at Herb “you want some food” he hugged me “yeah if you are cooking?” I beamed “you know it baby, I was waiting on you” he moved away from the hug, I do love my dad so much, but this is horrible “you had a good sleep?” He asked, “yeah I slept well” sitting on the bar stool “I ain’t slept” Herb said, smiling at him lightly “are you feeling better?” Nodding my head “North is coming tonight, well after school to drop some things off. I asked mom, she said she is ok to come” my dad side eyed me “she called you?” Placing a glass cup in front of me “yep” he grumbled something “that’s nice, planning on coming back anytime soon?” Shaking my head, I don’t think she wants to come back to all this “do you know more then you are letting on?” my dad asked me, and I shook my head again “she just called to check on me, but North will be coming” my dad didn’t say no so it’s ok for that to happen, I missed her so much.

Closing my bedroom door “so you are home alone?” North asked “yep, my dad is out so whatever. Thank you for coming” North smiled and then ran at me “I missed you so much, oh and my mom is outside, she is waiting for me, but I said I may be like twenty minutes to show you this fake homework” she is the best “why is your mom waiting, can’t you just stay here?” that sucks “because I may have annoyed her, well I did but she said I can do this but anyways, how are you? I really think you should come back to school, nobody is saying anything anymore now, literally people are just saying how cool you are, I mean you are literally jetting around with Chris Brown, but come back” I shrugged “soon, after I know what is happening with my parents. I am so scared like what am I going to do? What is my mom going to do, she is madly in love with my dad North, like crazy for him. And then Imani, it might set her back, I just don’t know” North held my hands “it will be very messy at the start, but it will get better, my parents get along so well now” she says that, but I am so sad “I don’t know, but show me. You said you saw things” she let out an oh “well I did, well I am nosey. What can I say but it’s blind items Rylee, what that is people write anonymous things about celebrities and it literally could be their friends and family leaking things, but some may be true, and some may be untrue, and I have seen about your dad, I didn’t want to say anything because I am not going to cause issues, that sucks. But don’t take it to heart, things can be untrue also” I swallowed hard “is it bad North?” I am scared now “there is females involved” I am not shocked at all, not with the behaviour of my dad recently “ok show me or tell me what it all says” North made her way to my couch “ok but I am not telling you the website, you don’t need to know. Your mom said no then don’t but please don’t take it to heart, it may be untrue” nodding my head.

North looked up at me “they talk about my mom all the time, I can’t help it” she laughed, I don’t get how she is ok to read shit “The married ex thug turned R&B star was seen leaving the club with various foreign ladies which included a foreign singer” North looked at me “so my dad leaving the club with Rita? It was her wasn’t it” North shrugged “then there is this blind item that got exposed, this one is while Rihanna was at home Chris Brown was out having fun with foreign singer. And then another one saying he was having fun, just that he was having fun I guess. He was drunk, drugs and partying” furrowing my eyebrows “why doesn’t my mom know this? Like it should be news?” I don’t understand “because Rylee, these people well celebrities make these people sign contracts so nobody can speak this is why it’s anonymous. That’s why I said don’t take it to heart either. Maybe your dad made them sign something, I’m guessing it’s really easy to make girls abroad to shut up. You think your dad would cheat?” Nodding my head “he’s being mean, like they are speaking on things. And he’s been talking about Dani and these inside jokes” I am so confused “well they usually say when boys act up or act brand new they cheated, but please don’t worry about it. It’s not your issue” she says that, but it is “but North, my mom? I am lying to my mom when she asked me what he has been up too? I am involved” North’ mouth hung open “oh no, Rylee. This is not your battle, come here” she rushed to me.

Looking at the time and then back at the TV, I have been keeping myself awake to speak to my dad and he isn’t home. I keep looking at the cameras just wondering if my mom is watching me, she is worried about me, so I keep looking there too. Hearing the door bang shut “yeah, go to the games room. I will be with you after niggas, my daughter wanted to see me, and she should be asleep to be honest. It’s late” I am scared for what I am going to say and the answers I will hear, will I lash out on him, I can’t he is my dad but it’s wrong. My mom isn’t here to protect me either “Rylee” I jumped at his voice, looking to the door “are you ok? You look scared” I got up from the couch and backed away a little “you cheated on mom” I just said it, he froze and then pulled a face “what?” dumbfounded “you cheated on mom, I worked it out. The blind items, I saw them. The blind items” I said “what fucking blind items Rylee? What are you speaking on? I didn’t cheat on your mom, she is being dramatic and putting shit in your head” he spat “no dad, I have been there with you. You called mom fat when you are supposed to be the one to love her” my voice broke “you are supposed to be the man she goes too, you promised but you laughed at mom. You have been speaking things I shouldn’t hear but you forget I’m there, you holding females’ hands, touching them, laughing with them and her. Rita, you did something with her, I know it dad. I saw it with my own eyes. You don’t have inside jokes with a woman you have known two minutes” wiping my tears “calm down will you, I didn’t do anything with anyone. Maybe I got overly friendly, but I didn’t cheat. Don’t do that to me, don’t cry like that. I have done nothing” he defended himself “so you didn’t do drink, drugs and partying with girls, make them sign things. You can look me in the eye and say you have been faithful to mom, because dad I know you haven’t. Nobody would treat their wife the way you do, I always wanted a man like you, but no. If this is what mom had to deal with, why is she with you. No dad, please” I don’t want him to come to me “what is happening here?” Herb came here “she is having fit saying I cheated” Herb looked at my dad with guilt, he did “you tell her I ain’t do shit” Herb looked at me “Rylee, let’s just relax. Your dad loves you” shaking my head “he speaks on my mom behind her back and he has done it several times, Nury dad. Remember her, you not the man I thought. The real you is the mom tried to hide and say you was good. The man I saw when you was in my mom face is the real one, I remember it all” Herb got in front of my dad “just go, she is distressed man. Just leave it and go. You know Rih got cameras, she is probably calling right now, just go” my dad is just staring at me, he can’t deny shit.

Herb put his hands up “Rylee, I love you. I am going to need you to relax. That is still your dad and this is grown folk business. I get you’re upset with him” placing my hands on my hips “why am I upset with him? Uncle, you know it’s true. You have seen it, you know things. You have been with my mom; with us all these years and you’re lying for him. You can tell him that he has hurt me like he has last time. But this time I am older, just admit to what he has done” Herb just shook his head “nothing happened” he is defending him now “Rita is a little clingy to him, he cut it off. He doesn’t even speak to her, you check. He has blocked her, that’s it. He loves your mom, he really does” I swallowed hard “what I thought was harmless teasing with my mom when I went with him to the Maldives was actually a nasty ploy to upset her, I didn’t think it was that because you know. I didn’t see it, but I see it now. You can tell him that, I want to go to mom. And that he has hurt me more then ever, he has ruined the man I even want for me” I sobbed out, he has broken my heart, he is a liar, I know he is.

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More thoughts on Encanto:

The character of Mirabel is so parentified she was the only one doing any parental work throughout the entire movie; she was the only one to give care and support to her siblings (Antonio, Louisa, Isabela) and she was the only one to seek out Bruno, while all of the adults also threw their personal issues at her (Pepa, Abuela) and some blamed her for it all

I love Mirabel's mother, and her love and support for Mirabel, but she modeled a role of a public service for Mirabel, and from this Mirabel learned that it's the only admirable and valuable role she could have; to the point where she was suffering for not being powerful enough to be a public service, and instead became a private service

I love Bruno but I wish his character was depicted more consistently, when we first meet him he's showing a lot of anxiety, withdrawal, guilt, shame, and he starts following the lucky rituals (lucky songs, knocking on wood, stepping onto the right places) which I have learned to associate with OCD, but, he doesn't repeat them obsessively or a fixed number of times, so I'm forced to conclude he doesn't have it, it's just general anxious behaviour. Then, he starts presenting different personalities complete with names who help him function, and for a wild moment I'm believing I'm staring at a disney character with a dissociative disorder, until a second later, he says he was acting, it was a joke! It felt a lot like baiting and they had me both times

Later as he presents to the family his anxious and withdrawal behaviour disappears and he is able to communicate with all of the family members easily

'We don't talk about Bruno' hits differently once you're aware Bruno is listening thru the walls

Nobody apologizes to Bruno for scapegoating him, forcing him to disappear, pretending he didn't exist, holding projected grudges for years. Instead, he apologizes to them. And it's all good, somehow. Bruno's suffering goes unacknowledged.

Abuela's trauma doesn't serve as a good explanation for the control and fear she brought upon the family; if you look at Isabela after she discovered her new power and her grandmother is angry, Isabela shows fear, shame, regret. She withdraws from fun, from growth, developoment, joy, because she's scared of her grandmother. This implies Abuela has punished her before for not being perfect enough, she's clearly scared and is ready to give up anything not to anger her grandmother anymore. How can this be rationalized by past trauma? It can't.

Bruno lived inside of a wall because of how scared he was of Abuela. Even though he was doing what she told him to do. This cannot be justified.

The scene in which Mirabel stands up to grandmother was perfect, but I don't think that's where the house should have fallen apart; it's the act of slowly pressuring the family into breaking that created the rift between everyone, not the act of calling it out, the call out should have served to uncover that the family was broken all along

The resolution of Abuela's act is wildly unrealistic, in no scenario does a person abusing their power go 'Oh, so I guess I've been forcing this family into dysfunction and fear all these years, my bad, I'll be good now' and it doesn't have any further consequences, it's magical thinking and I've never seen it play out this way

I broke down when I realized what the message of the movie was: Mirabel was what everyone needed to go on, and yes she was but it implies the children and the youngest of the family are there to fix the family's psychological and emotional issues. It implies that is their purpose within the family and they exist to resolve the elder's trauma. This isn't right. The youngest are there to be taken care of. The elders can take their trauma elsewhere, and provide care for the youngest, instead of parentifying them into their personal emotional crutch

Everyone losing their powers and being able to cope immediately bothered me, there should have been a period of denial, anger, grief, loss of identity, loss of self worth, a journey to find out who they are without their powers, some should have experienced relief at no longer being a public service, all of them lost their roles in society and would have to find new ones

It would also make them way more reluctant to go back to using these powers, they'd now be aware that the powers can be lost, and can take a big chunk of their identity with them

This movie was a testament that not even having magical powers can save you in a dysfunctional family

I got upset when at the end Mirabel still didn't get a gift, but afterwards realized that the way she touched the doorknob and the magic spread thru it, was the parallel to what Abuela did before with the candle; Mirabel is the new magic holder, and the house recognized her as the head of the family, she replaced Abuela

Which means there are two possible reasons why she couldn't get her gift originally; first is that Abuela held onto it and didn't want to give it away, meaning she was the reason Mirabel never got a gift and agonized over trying to find a role in the family for so long

The second theory is that Mirabel was already stronger in magic than Abuela and has rejected the gift because she already had a more powerful magic inside of her

I like that it was acknowledged that Mirabel is the more competent and reliable head of the family and was doing better work to lead the family in the right direction than Abuela did, but I still dislike her role, because you know she's only getting all the responsibilities without any privileges, she's now the caretaker of everyone, but nobody is going to start to respect her or care for her needs

Overall I loved the movie and that it opened so many topics to discuss, 'Surface Pressure' was raw and painful and I've already seen thousands of people resonate with it, the message against perfectionism was also strong, and it warns you not to trust smear campaigns. One part of me is so glad this is all out in public, another one sad because this means so many kids are now traumatized, it has became monetizable to feature family trauma in popular children's media

#encanto #mirabel #abuela #bruno #disney #commentary #scapegoat #parentification #power abuse #dysfunctional family #traumatized kids

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More Than Human (Part 2)

TWICE Sana x Male Reader

Authornim: Part 2 of 2. Long story

Read Part 1 here.

Contains: Harsh Language, Extreme Violence. Enjoy!

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After that fateful night, Sana and I went home walking the entire way. It took us a lot of time but with each other’s company two hours felt like it was longer. The private time between me and her also opened a lot of time to talk about our future, as it was a relationship with a very unusual premise. I like the set up anyway and the way I see it, there’s nothing wrong about it.

We went home that night and everything felt completely merry and happy. Sana and I continued just how we left off, only that time we were notably more attached to each other with the newfound relationship. It was so simple and innocent, and it fit my idea of a good relationship perfectly. There were no other thoughts, no other buts, no other interference; it’s me and Sana and that’s enough for the both of us.

That set up continued for a month, and it involved the usual routine of going to school and home and I’ve never been happier to see Sana’s welcoming hug and amazingly cooked cuisine greet me as soon as I open the door. We remained the initial respect of privacy we had for each other of course, as I was already happy with the current status of our relationship that I don’t want to ask for anything to mess up the good rhythm just to satisfy my own desires. I’m just concerned for Sana’s safety and happiness because of my love for her.

Well, granted she could protect herself well enough but it’s the thought that counts.

Besides, it had been a good while before I had courage to finally ask her the million dollar question and thankfully she answered ‘yes’.

Yup, at about one month or so since we confessed to each other it’s been official. Sana and I are already formally dating.

I never let the idea of her being an android go up to my head anymore. I personally don’t think there’s anything positive I could get out of that. Sana wasn’t even bothered with it and honestly she’s just happy that she could openly display her feelings now without even restricting it for the sake of protocol. In my head too, I think she’s really struggling internally on what she wants to feel and what her systems are telling her to. That’s why I always want to appreciate everything she does because I know her emotional layout is a lot more complicated than mine.

I think.

Everything was going well. I have a very beautiful girlfriend, I’m living in a perfect apartment with her, I’m nailing robotics test here and there, my project with Shingo and Hiro’s shaping up to be a beast primarily thanks to Yuto’s voluntary help; what else could go wrong right?

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It was a good two weeks after Sana and I have celebrated our first month of officially being together, and I was home in a quiet Saturday morning for the weekend. Sana and I decided to spend it watching a good movie together in my dad’s old analog flatscreen TV, and it was primarily to her insistence. It was supposed to be a horror movie that she won’t shut up about and I’m more than willing to watch it with her (I low-key want to know how she responds to horror scenes) but before it could even start we were interrupted with a soft knock on our door.

“Wow, a knock on the door. We don’t usually get visitors this time of the day, right?” Sana expressed.

“I don’t think so. Maybe Mr Tochigi wanted to collect the rent early. He did say he’s working afterhours excessively. Can you see who it is?”

Sana paused for a while and her eyes lit blue briefly. “I just scanned through the door and it’s my first time to see him here. It’s a male, dressed in rather corporate attire and his body signs indicate that he’s in his early thirties, and a definite stranger to my sensors.”

Wait… late thirties, corporate attire, male…

Oh I think I have a good idea on who it is.

“Sana, turn the TV down and relax. Don’t do anything robotic… you know It already right?”

She nodded in agreement. “Hai~”

I walked towards the door as I heard Sana clean up our set up, then as I grasped the knob of the door I felt a weird jolt of nervousness run through my body.

I opened it partially to check who it was, and upon realizing that I was right I opened it just enough for me to talk to him.

“Mr Avarice! It’s been a long time since the last time. I’m surprised you still know the way back here.”

“Jeez, Y/N. Would it actually hurt to call me Jesko? I’m your uncle after all, and by the way your dad sent me in.”

“My dad…?”

“Yeah… I got a lot of matters to discuss to you in his name. You know the usual corporate stuff and the obligatory visit. Can I come in?”

Oh shit, Mr Avarice certainly won’t be bothered by Sana won’t he?

Well, if I play it naturally like I would maybe it would play out fine. It’s not weird to have a girlfriend living with you, right?

I unlocked the door by removing all the chains and locks it had as restraint, before I finally opened it and let him in.

My uncle, or as I call him Mr Avarice so as to remain the sort of corporate formality, was exactly like what Sana described him to be. He was a tall man in his early thirties with a well-built body, a fair skin complementing his clean black hair, and usually dressed in a blue corporate suit that I always saw him in. He always had this air of respect around him, which was expected coming from a person who’s positioned really high in the corporate hierarchy. Despite being my uncle, he’s not fully Japanese.

“You know Y/N, I still don’t understand why you’re staying at a really remote apartment far from you university,” he said as he scanned the surroundings our little apartment. “You know far well you could easily sleep in a five star hotel-“

I heard Mr Avarice stop mid-sentence as he noticed Sana standing on the corner, an innocent expression plastered on her face.

“Oh, I’m… who are you?”

“Mr Avarice… uncle… umm, this is Sana. And umm… she’s my girlfriend.”

His eyes widened in shock.

Damn that came out a lot awkward than I intended it to be.

“Hello, Mr Avarice, my name is Minatozaki Sana” Sana said as she bowed towards him. “. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Your girlfriend…?” he repeated.

“Mr Avarice, I know this is weird and you just got here for a surprise visit so why don’t you sit for a moment and let me catch you up with things. It’s been a while too, right?”

“Well, I guess I’m to blame for that,” he replied as he sat on the chair I gestured to. “I haven’t been visiting you for the past months and of course something is bound to happen in between and things are supposed to change. When was the last time I went here?”

“I think almost a year ago,” I replied as I too sat opposite her. Sana then moved and sat next to me.

“I’ve been so absorbed with work. Well, for starters, Ms Minatozaki. I am Jesko Avarice, and as he said I am Y/N’s uncle. Though I’m not fully his relative considering I’m his dad’s step-brother, but then I volunteered to watch over Y/N here. I work under our company somewhere in the complex corporate hierarchy, and this is a personal business entrusted to me by the big man himself.”

Sana nodded in his direction. “That’s nice to know, Mr Avarice.”

“You’re really polite and not to mention, really good looking,” he then turned towards me. “You have amazing taste, I’ll give you that. Anyway, let’s talk about what I came here for. I just want to get updated on you.”

“Well, as I’ve been doing really well in school if you’re worried about that. I mean, I get that it looks weird that you saw Sana here so I just want to remove all doubt in your head. Besides-“

“Oh no, no, Y/N; I’m all good with that. You’re young, and having a girlfriend is normal so I’m out of that. It’s your life to live anyway. Besides you’re already in a legal age so I’m pretty sure you’re aware of what’s good for you and what’s not. I’m more concerned of your well-being to be honest.”

That’s weird how he phrased that out but okay.

“I’m fine. Everything’s going really well to be honest. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“It is my job to be worried for you, man. You may be my step-nephew or something but you can’t remove the fact that you’re the sole heir of your father’s robotics corporation. Your life is wealth in its own right that’s why I’m checking on you regularly. You know your dad’s not exactly that… friendly with his competitors. You’re an easy target for your dad’s enemies, you know.”

“I-I’m well aware of that. It’s the reason why I chose to stay low-key and live my young adult life on my own and away from dad’s clutches. The apartment and the entire environment really help. No one would think that I’m here. Also, I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again: I don’t think I’m up for the mantle. Money and the small politics of the company don’t interest me, Mr Avarice, and you know that. I’m more satisfied staying behind and doing all the projects out of the lime light.”

Mr Avarice sighed. “I wish I had the same mind set as you. You know how much resources you have at your disposal and yet you still want to do things from the bottom up. That’s commending already in its own right.”

“I just don’t want to rob myself of the experience. I think it would build my skills more if I remove myself of my father’s wealth and just be like everyone else.”

“What would you do when your dad steps down of the position? I’m sure someone else in the family should take his position after him, right? With his age I’m sure he’s already considering his retirement plans. Has he not contacted you about it yet?”

“He did actually. He sent me credit funds last month and asked how I was doing, but there’s nothing else after that. You know, I’ll be honest if there’s one person who I think is qualified to be the CEO of the robotics company it should be you. You’ve worked really hard for your position and your way more skilled than I am. Not to mention you’re literally made for it. I don’t understand why they force me into it.”

“��Currently’, is I believe the point here. I’m sure at some point you’ll surpass me and eventually be CEO-worthy like your father.”

“But I told you I’m not interested, Mr Avarice.”

“Things can change. I still believe in your capabilities. Oh by the way Ms Minatozaki,” he turned towards Sana and she seemed to have been startled at the sudden announcement of her name. “I’m sorry if I’m talking to Y/N here too much. I need to catch up on him. I hope you understand

“Oh no, it’s totally fine Mr Avarice. I was actually wondering if I could get you something to drink,” she said softly.

“That’s nice of you! Well then since you offered nicely I’ll ask for an orange juice if you have those. The travel here at your place isn’t exactly commuter-friendly. I wanted to bring the chopper but it won’t be low profile.”

Sana nodded and stood up, walking past the small living room and disappearing into the kitchen.

“I haven’t asked you, Y/N,” Mr Avarice continued once again. “How did you and Sana meet?”

“Oh, that…umm… Sana was a…”

Shoot, I forgot what I was rehearsing in my head. I came up with a good story about how we met as I can’t tell about the scrapyard obviously.

How did it go again?

What was my cover-up story?

“Well, Sana was a schoolmate of mine back at the robotics school. We sort of crossed each other’s paths during lunch time and would often share tables which began the whole talking thing. We hung out a couple of times and we eventually went dating.”

He nodded.

“So when did she move here? Were you two already dating since I last came here?”

“She moved about ten months ago, when we decided that we’re better off knowing each other more.”

Holy shit I’m going all blind here. I hope I’m not saying anything inappropriate and suspicious.

“Why haven’t you told me about her before? You know you can trust me, right?”

“Well, of course I’m shy too. I mean, I’m not that open about her because I wanted to be sure before I told you personally, so…”

“Excuse me,” Sana’s signature high-pitched voice came echoing from our kitchen as she made her way to the living room while holding a single glass of orange juice on her left hand. “Here’s your drink Mr Avarice.”

“Oh, just in time Ms Minatozaki. I was just talking to Y/N here how you met. I’m quite thirsty for—“

As Sana held out to give him his orange drink, I could see from my spot that Sana let go of the glass too early before Mr Avarice could even wrap his fingers around it. The glass fell in mid-air, spilling some of its contents on its downward trail. But then Sana’s right arm was quick enough to snatch it as it fell, catching it within a split second of its fall at the cost of a few drops of orange that fell down towards the floor and Mr Avarice’s hand. It all happened within a second that it’s hard to believe I managed to see all of that in real time.

Then it just hit me:

Oh God Sana just caught that glass with her robotic reflexes!

The entire living room was held in utter silence for what felt like minutes, and it was only broken when Sana managed to get grasp of the situation and attempted to wiggle her way out of it.

“S-Sorry Mr Jesko, I’m really clumsy sometimes,” she explained with a trembling voice.

“Oh my, you have amazing reflexes! That’s something I don’t see every day!”

The entire situation was so quick I could’ve sworn my heart just leapt out of its place.

I hope Mr Avarice doesn’t notice it. That was way too quick of a response to be human.

“I-I figure it would fall so I just … anticipated it,” Sana explained. “Let me get a tissue for your hand.”

“Thank you,” then I saw my own uncle staring at Sana as she disappeared off towards the kitchen one again.

“Mr Avarice, are you okay?”

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to stare at her,” he explained quite nonchalant. “I was just amazed at that reflex. I’ve never met a human with skills such as her.”

“Well, Sana’s really damn clumsy at times and I think she learned to compensate for that by having such reflex. I can’t even tell you how much she knocked over things when we first lived here together. You know broken glasses and all. Time came and she managed to prepare herself to act almost immediately in case her clumsiness took over.”

“That’s cool. She has to stay alert almost all the time though, and doing so puts her in a state of constant alertness and her senses would heighten.”

Sana came back a few seconds later and gave Mr Avarice his tissue, before excusing herself out of the living room to clean the supposed mess of the kitchen.

If I didn’t know more she went off to remove herself of attention. I totally understand that.

“By the way, how’s work going on for you?” I asked as to maintain conversation yet change the topic. “You mentioned you’ve been working hard these past months. Is it a new project?”

“Ah, about that; well yes, I have been really busy for the rest of the previous months. The company’s doing really well and in fact, it’s doing so well that all of us upper class men in the corporate ladder have to work hard to make ends meet. Not to mention, there are also a lot of personal stuff I have hanging around.”

“What personal stuff? I might help you out on that. I mean, maybe I can’t but maybe I have something I could do.”

Mr Avarice sighed. “It’s nothing. It’s just, I thought that I was at a dead end but now I have a good hint on how I’m going to do it.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’m following.”

“Oh don’t worry about it. I’m beginning to blabber about work stuff and that’s not what I came here for.”

“That’s exactly why I believe you should succeed dad as the CEO. I’m certainly nothing of your calibre for that. I don’t know what dad doesn’t see on you. I personally think you’re more than enough for the position, Mr Avarice.”

“Those words really mean a lot, Y/N. Thank you. If only you share the same mentality as your father. He still thinks I’m a rookie, but don’t tell him that. I don’t him to think that I’m whining.”

Well, I can’t blame him. Dad really has a stubborn head and he’s not easily impressed. I can’t even count the number of times he wanted to disown me just because I have no interest in such corporate business.

“Well, I think we had this conversation for so long and I think you’ve got what you came for. Do you want to spend the lunch here? We could prepare a lunch for you.”

“Sorry for my sudden disappearance,” Sana said as she returned from the kitchen. “But if Mr Avarice wants to eat I can make lunch for all three of us and share a meal together.”

“That’s really kind of you two. Well then, I can’t refuse your kind offer if you put it that way. Oh actually, Y/N, I have a few documents for you to sign. You know the usual. I’m sorry in advance; since I was absent for a lot of time the papers got stacked and you have to sign a lot of them now. I’m really sorry.”

“Oh right, it’s that time again…I forgot that our meetings usually ended this way. I guess we should start again to finish early.”

I gazed towards Sana’s direction and she nodded in response.

“I will make. Is there anything you want?”

“Hmmm…”

I paused for a while as I thought of something I was craving, perhaps even Mr Avarice was thinking of it as well.

I want something delicious but I also don’t want Sana to be too stacked with kitchen work that it would feel like I’m treating her as my servant. I don’t really know.

“Sana,” Mr Avarice said. “Do you perhaps know how to make a Cheese Kimbap?”

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Sana froze on the spot upon hearing the word. Normally, she’d respond automatically to the input, but this time her bodily functions were simply not listening to her anymore. It felt as if the two words that Mr Avarice had said, in his own tone, caused something inside Sana to lose focus. It was the first time that she felt it, and so dismissed it as simply a weird, awkward sensation. Perhaps a microcell inside her head had malfunctioned.

“Okay, I’ll make it for the two of you,” she said in return, quite still bedazzled by what just happened.

“Sana, please make it three and join us. I’m sure Y/N here wants you to eat with us. I’m really looking forward to your cheese kimbap. I’m craving for it,” Mr Avarice added.

“I’ll make it three,” she said before bowing in courtesy and heading towards the kitchen.

It was very strange. She had heard Y/N say ‘cheese kimbap’ before, but with the way that Mr Avarice said it to her caused a lot of her internal programming to get overloaded for some unknown reason. Upon hearing it the second time with the same monotonous tone send shivers down her spine like it was something scary to say.

What’s happening? Sana thought to herself as she seemed to have had a mild headache, but with that most of her bodily functions are being crazy. Luckily, after a few minutes it disappeared and she was able to cook the kimbap once again.

But still, the sudden electromagnetic overload she experienced and the subsequent headache was an odd event. Perhaps her body was beginning to simulate the feeling of exhaustion amongst humans, as headache is one of the immediate signs of exhaustion.

Maybe I should power down and charge earlier today.

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Y/N and Mr Avarice spent their time signing different stacks of paperwork, and they switched over towards the dining table with how many papers there were. They were primarily consisted of university deals, in-company regulations, and board-member problems. Y/N found the activity to be really odd, considering he was supposedly a high-ranking board member as well and his signature was what the majority of their employees needed to get their salary. It was also fascinating how they still use pen and paper for documents despite being so technologically advanced, as their security managers prefer handwritten signatures than digital ones because they were a lot easier to fake.

Y/N had barely finished half of the stack of papers when Sana came from the kitchen with a large pan, holding what appeared to be the cheese kimbap that Mr Avarice had requested previously. Its aroma wafted through the air and immediately filled the airspace inside the small apartment.

“That looks amazing, Ms Minatozaki. I can’t wait to dig in!” Mr Avarice said as soon as the kimbap was placed on the dining table. “Why don’t you skip that stack for now, Y/N? A dish at this calibre definitely doesn’t deserve to be kept waiting.”

“I’ll just continue this later. I don’t want the food wait as well,” Y/N agreed. “Itadakimasu~”

The three of them each took a kimbap with their respective chopsticks, and equally began to stuff themselves of Sana’s cooking. The one who was the most enthusiastic of them was of course, Mr Avarice. He did say that he was craving for it so it was predicted that he’ll really enjoy it.

“This is really good! You did a good job Ms Minatozaki. These cheese kimbaps are the best I’ve ever tasted, and mind you I’ve already had a good trip around Japan to find something as good as these. This chees kimbap is to die for!”

Sana then simply smiled and bowed her head down, not really feeling up to eat the rest of the kimbap she’d bitten.

“So, by the way, where are you heading after here,” Y/N asked after swallowing a handful of kimbap he just chewed. “After we’re done with the signatures, you’re going back to the building?”

“I was planning to,” Mr Avarice replied after biting a large portion of the cheese kimbap. “But there’s some urgent business this morning that I need to head to Osaka to clear things up. I have some business to clear there.”

“Oh, Osaka I see. You’re really working hard, Jesko-san; you should treat yourself every once a while. I heard there are good shops there?”

“There is actually. That’s one thing I’m favouring for my visit there. I know a good shop where they serve a good blend of green tea that I’m looking forward to it’s very of value, especially with all of the amounts of carbonated water we’ve been having around recently.”

“That’s true. I’m not a fan of-“

Y/N was cut mid-sentence as Sana suddenly stood up her chair, her face covered with her lengthy black hair and her hand clutching the majority of her forehead.

“I’m sorry. I need to go to the bedroom and drink my medicine. I think I’m having a migraine,” she said and Y/N’s expression became confused.

‘Migraine’…? But I thought androids don’t get human problems like that?

Y/N stood up and assisted Sana as she was barely even keeping her balance. In his head, maybe Sana was telling him between the lines that she was already tired and that it was time for her to recharge, which is why she’s making such excuses to get him out off the table.

“Oh, migraine, I see?” Mr Avarice said. “Y/N, you should attend to her. She doesn’t look really good.”

“I’m sorry, Mr Avarice. This came really unexpected, and I don’t think I can continue signing the papers if Sana remains like this. I-“

“Oh don’t mind me, Y/N! Go and take care of your girlfriend. I’ll just make a good excuse for the unsigned ones so leave that to me. Worry about nothing else but Ms Minatozaki for now.”

“Thank you for understanding; I’m really sorry.”

“It is fine. This is urgent. I’ll also excuse myself with that. You two need rest, obviously, and with that I’m heading out already.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m more concerned towards Ms Minatozaki’s welfare. Go and make sure she goes well.”

Y/N nodded as Mr Avarice piled the papers and stuffed them all inside his suitcase.

“Let’s just continue this some time, then!”

“Okay!” Mr Avarice stood on the door and waved to Y/N before closing. “If you need me, call me! I’ll be at Osaka!”

At that moment, Sana almost completely fell out of Y/N’s hand. The Japanese android’s slender frame lopped all over the place with Y/N only supporting her by her waist. Sana entered a brief state of sleep, and it wasn’t anything foreign to Y/N as she always does this whenever she’s depleted of spare power. He just didn’t expect her to experience it in the middle of the day.

Y/N then carefully moved Sana and escorted her limp body over her bedroom, where her capsule-like stasis pod lay on the far corner of the room. Slowly and limb for limb he placed Sana inside the pod, her back against the pod’s bed and he made sure that her arms are laid side by side as the glass covering of the pod slid over Sana’s seemingly sleeping body before its sides lit up with a bright blue, although the mere sight of her laid down in a glass capsule felt like he was looking at her, dead inside a coffin.

“Sheesh Sana, I think you overworked yourself today,” He said unto the sleeping figure of Sana. “You forgot to monitor your power level again. It’s amazing that you managed to hold yourself that long but please don’t do it again. It scares the living shit out of me.”

Y/N stared at Sana’s perfectly asleep face.

“Rest for now and recover strength. I’ll wait for you outside.”

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“Y/N…”

Sana’s voice jolted through me like a lightning bolt. She had been asleep for a couple of hours since she powered down, and in her sleep I have managed to do a lot of stuff, and that includes telling Mr Jesko about the re-scheduling of the signing. But my concern for today was Sana, and the sight of her waking up was relieving to say the least.

“Sana, hello; you’ve been asleep for almost three hours,” I informed her as the glass capsule of her stasis pod slid up to let her out. “You must’ve been really low for a couple of hours that your body gave up and lost energy.”

“Y/N… I… “

“Calm down. You just woke up and your mind’s not properly synced. Get used to it for now. You looked really bad a while back.”

I moved closer to her and knelt beside her pod before giving her a tight hug.

“How are you feeling?”

“Y/N… the migraine back then… I wasn’t lying about it…”

I withdrew from the hug and looked at her straight in the eye.

“What do you mean? There’s no way you felt that all of a sudden. I don’t even know you could experience such.”

“I know… which is why it’s a lot more confusing. I’ve been experiencing a lot of human sensations lately and all of those things are normal… the migraine wasn’t. It was an electromagnetic overload from my cranial cells that manifested as a headache. It was far too painful to be bearable and it felt really serious… Y/N, this is something I never felt before.”

She stared back at me with her deadpan eyes. Her sheer expression alone told me that this was no passing matter. Whatever was happening inside her head was something to be alarmed of.

“Sana, do you remember anything that might’ve caused the headache? Are you 100% sure you’re not just low on power?”

“Y/N, I know my power level because I feel it. I’m way over half capacity when I passed out… but before I began feeling really compromised my head’s beginning to get fried already.”

“When did you feel it, Sana?”

She gazed back at me and frowned.

“I felt it when Mr Avarice came here.”

What?

“Sana, what do you mean? Are you telling me that Mr Jesko Avarice is the reason why you malfunctioned and overloaded? How is that even possible? We were just signing papers and exchanging stories all lunch.”

I felt her hand grip mine as I continue to kneel beside her, and her hand was so damn cold. It was like ice. Sana then sat up and rested her back against the panel of the stasis pod.

“I can’t explain, and for me to not be able to do that it means something’s wrong with it already. When he arrived here it was perfectly normal, but before I went to cook the kimbap that was when I felt something was off. My head began to feel pain, and it is its response whenever there’s something wrong. I just can’t pinpoint it…”

That’s weird. Sana has complete control over her body and its vitals, so hearing this from her is definitely odd. I can’t see what could Mr Avarice’s connection to that headache might be. I honestly think that she might’ve just feeling something else.

“Sana, maybe you’re feeling ill because you’re processing a lot of human emotion recently. I don’t know how, but human emotion is very complex and I think your system’s taking time to process everything. I don’t think Mr Avarice has anything to do with this. It’s just a coincidence.”

“I’m not convinced Y/N…” Her voice trailed off. I could sense the shake on her voice already. “I don’t mean to be rude to your relative, Y/N, but his vitals were weird a while back.”

“You read his vitals?”

“I needed to… when I began to feel the headache I automatically scanned the surroundings for the cause, and that inevitably goes with you and Mr Avarice’s vitals too. His body was producing hormones at certain parts of the conversation, including a subsequent increase in heart rate. It could only mean one thing: he’s getting really excited and happy at certain points of the conversation, and it doesn’t make me comfortable.”

Sana then projected a graph on her forearm of Mr Avarice’s hormone count and heart rate with respect to time, and true enough they do spike at certain points of the conversation. They even spike really high.

What the heck? What is she implying that Mr Avarice is… interested in Sana?

That would be really damn twisted. I still don’t think…

Fuck. I want to defend him based on how I knew him but Sana’s statistics don’t lie. He really does get excited, and I don’t even know if that’s just a fascination or something else.

“Y/N… I don’t want to see him again,” Sana said as I felt her ice-cold grip grasp firmly on my hand. “It’s not right to feel this… there’s something wrong… Please Y/N… I don’t want to see your uncle ever again…”

I need to protect Sana. If she’s saying she’s not comfortable then I should act accordingly, not only as a boyfriend but also as her protector.

I think I can work this out.

“Okay Sana, calm down. I won’t let him go here anymore, just calm down. I’ll meet up at a public place for the next series of signings, and I won’t tell him about you. I’ll do it Sana.”

“T-Thank you Y/N… It really means a lot.”

“I’ll do anything to keep you safe Sana, even if it means keeping you away from my relatives. Calm down. You should rest for tonight. I’ll do the housekeeping for now.”

Her grip strengthened around my hand.

“Thank you Y/N… I love you.”

I felt myself blush. I don’t normally hear that from her. Sana often saves that at really perfect moments.

Every time she says it I just… go crazy.

“I love you too, Sana. Take all the rest you need. I’ll be going to the kitchen,” I told her before I planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

Y/N did what Sana requested him to do, and offered a good alternative for Mr Avarice to no longer visit the apartment if he wants to contact him directly. Despite possibly thousands of unanswered questions going around his uncle’s head, Y/N’s love of Sana weighed more than his uncle’s interests, and thus he chose the person he knew needed a lot more attention and understanding.

However, after that unfortunate encounter Y/N never asked Sana to explain the weird sensation ever again aside from her initial story. Yes, he did pulled Mr Avarice out of Sana’s way but in reality he was still on the fence about the real reason. It was weird that Sana made assumptions solely on pure vital signs, but he also had a hint that perhaps Mr Avarice had a suspicion that Sana was an android based on that one catch reflex alone, and all subsequent actions made by Sana perhaps satisfied his assumptions. If he thought it that way everything made sense. Perhaps Mr Avarice was solely interested on Sana being an android.

He simply just didn’t buy the fact that Mr Avarice might’ve been interested in Sana as a woman. It was also perhaps due to him knowing what Sana really was and thinking that there was someone else interested in her romantically felt weird. Sana was attractive as hell and even dangerously cute at certain times, sometimes even effortlessly, but that alone could not convince him that it was true.

Whatever his intentions with Sana were, the fact that it made Sana uncomfortable is the best sign to yield against him.

---THREE WEEKS LATER---

There was no sign of Mr Avarice after Y/N’s request. Even through the phone call, he could hear his uncle’s confusion and disappointment on his statement, but he agreed otherwise. Up at that point, they were well of without him and everything was just going smoothly. Y/N and Sana focused more on their ever blossoming relationship as they became a lot more in love with each other. Things went back to normal.

So far, that is to say the least.

It was a quiet Friday afternoon and Y/N was just resting on the couch, in the middle of watching a short game commentary on the TV after a long and tiring day from school. Sana entered the living room wearing a black, long-sleeved floral dress and belt. Her dress reached right above her knee and was finished with a pair of knee-high brown boots; the bright orange hair she decided to go with was wet from her shower.

And by bath, it really meant going to the shower and washing herself. Sana had been adjusting to the social norms and such activities like showering; brushing the teeth, going on manicures, and the like had all been under her itinerary.

“I didn’t expect you to be so early Y/N. I thought you have an internship today? I can’t answer the door because I’m at the bathroom” Sana informed him.

“Oh well I did have. It just got finished early. Maybe I just overestimated the time it’ll take. Shingo even laughed at me when I was so puzzled that it was finished so early. By the way Sana, you’re dressed amazingly. Is this an outfit test like before? Because if it is, you’re really killing it; you look definitely amazing in that.

Sana smirked before nodding towards him. The tall Japanese woman then walked towards Y/N with her slender legs in display, all before collapsing down on the couch beside him. Y/N then instinctively placed his arm around her while Sana planted a soft, welcoming kiss on his left cheek then proceeding to rest her head over his shoulder.

“Aren’t you hungry? I can make a meal for you if you want~” Sana offered with a sweet and soft voice.

“Oh thanks for the offer, Sana, but the internship gave us snacks and I ate it on the way here. They even gave potatoes, and you know how heavy potatoes are, right?”

“That’s good to know then. At least you’re stuffed,” she then gazed towards the screen. “What are you watching? I don’t think I’ve seen this before.”

“It’s just a playthrough. I’ve watched it before but I always play it because I enjoy watching it for entertainment. Somehow it relaxes me.”

Sana pouted. “It relaxes you better than I do?”

“Sana, nothing else can make me more relaxed than hearing your voice. I’m addicted to it, really; especially when you do that cute thing we saw on the TV. What was that again?”

“Ehh, Y/N; please do not make me do that. It’s already embarrassing the first time I did it.”

“But it’s cute!”

Sana blushed in embarrassment.

“Nooooo, I’m not doing that ‘Shy, shy, shy’ thing again! It’s so embarrassing!”

Y/N chuckled.

“Okay, okay then. How about you tell me how your day went?”

“It was very boring. Aside from the occasional trip to the market for our supplies, I spent the rest of the day waiting for you, you know.”

“Come on, Sana, I know that’s not the only thing you’re doing. I know you’re in front of the mirror and testing out various outfits. I just know you so much.”

Sana blushed. “Why does it sound so bad when you put it out that way?”

“Oh, it’s not actually. I find it really cute that you’re busying yourself here. I mean, there is a lot of stuff to do outside and yet you choose to stay here and take care of the house until I get back. That’s really amazing how you manage to make that work for yourself. Normal people would get really bored staying inside for most of the time.”

“Outside’s pretty much the same, you know. There’s nothing much happening aside from a lot of people walking here and there. I just go and do what I need to do and go home. I’d rather stay here and wait for you; at least that is a lot more rewarding for me once you knock on my door.”

“You’re really sweet, Sana. You’re getting really good at that. Are you reading guides on how to compliment guys again? I remember you mentioning that before when we were just newly dating. You’re doing it again?”

Sana grinned.

“No of course not, those things are really hard to understand! I’d rather read the one that teaches you how to flirt with girls. At least that makes things a lot more clear in my head than the guides for men. You know, I’d even bet I could flirt all the girls I want if I wanted to.”

Y/N chuckled at Sana’s innocence, and apparently she too understood what she just said and managed to give a little chuckle as well.

The pair of then sat in silence for a moment as they cuddled on the couch and watched the small show that Y/N was watching. After a few minutes of utter quietness, it was Sana who first broke the silence once more.

“You know what, Y/N, now that I think of it… The way that I’m taking care of the house; maintaining it until you get home, running errands, doing all sorts of household chores; I kinda feel like your wife now. ”

“Hmmm…?”

“Maybe we should get married already, you know.”

What?

“Sana, you know we’re still too young to get married right? I still need to finish college and get a decent job before we do that. I need to get stable financially too now that I want to be completely independent of dad and his funds.”

“Should we buy a dog then?”

Where on earth are these questions coming from?

“Why?”

“So that I have someone here with me while I wait for you. Like a companion, someone I can talk to.”

“Am I not enough for that?”

Sana pouted, and doing so emphasized her really chewable cheeks. She then reached towards Y/N’s nose and pinched it lightly so as to tease him.

“Of course you are, Y/N. There’s nothing more I could ask myself for aside from you. I’m just saying, well sometimes I get lonely here. I want a dog.”

“Hmmm… let’s say that you do get a dog. What are you going to name it?”

“’Boo’ sounds cute, right?”

“’Boo’… huh… well it does sound cute it just doesn’t feel like you, you know. It’s not very Sana-y, if you know what I mean.”

Sana pouted.

“Do you have an idea then? It’s going to be our dog anyway, and I’ll begin to treat it as our child and raise it with love and care.”

“Hmmm…”

However, before Y/N could give a good suggestion of a name, Sana suddenly sat straight up and stared towards the door with a rather fearful expression. Her sudden action caused Y/N to jump in his seat and look at her girlfriend too.

“Why, what happened? Is there something wrong?”

“Y/N, he’s here… he’s back,” Sana said softly, not removing her deathly stare at the door.

“Who…?”

“Mr Jesko Avarice…”

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock; he was well aware that Mr Avarice had left the two of them alone and respected Sana’s discomfort towards him during their previous encounter. His presence on their doorstep now just defied the agreement they had.

“Sana, calm down,” Y/N said towards her. “If he’s here, maybe there’s just some emergency at the company. Don’t worry. I got this. I won’t let him in unless necessary.”

Y/N stood up and approached the door while Sana followed him, stopping just a few feet from the Y/N but stood guard quite attentively with her arms balled into firm fists. A series of soft knocks were then heard from the opposite of the door, followed by the voice that Sana recognized all too perfectly.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there. I’m sorry if I came at such a short notice but I have an emergency. Can I come in?”

“Mr Avarice, I thought it was someone else,” Y/N answered although not opening the door. He projected his voice through the small hole on the surface of the metal door. “Is it really urgent? I mean, I can’t really take in you in. We talked about this already.”

“That’s unfortunate. I thought you’d make it easier. Is Sana there, Y/N?”

Y/N knit his eyebrows. “What does Sana have to do with this?”

“Well, I was hoping you’d let me in. It’s Sana who I came here for after all. I wanted to ask you nicely.”

Y/N felt his ears go hot. Sana on the other hand, glared in fury at the door. She ran a short x-ray scan and saw him all alone at the opposite side of the door and surprisingly, unarmed. With that info, she was confident that she could take him in the case that he busts in the house.

“What the hell? I told you, Mr Avarice: Sana’s really uncomfortable with you here and there’s no way I’m letting you in in that premise. Please just leave. Whatever urgency made you come here, just leave it. You’re not getting anything. So please leave before I lose the remaining respect I have for you as my uncle.”

Mr Avarice chucked on the other side of the door and spoke, his tone definitely changed as it became a lot more sinister. “Oh god Y/N, I don’t even care even an ounce for your respect towards me. I’d even care less for whatever you think of me. As far as I’m concerned I’m here to take your precious Minatozaki Sana home, or should I say…

“… JA122996-001”

Y/N froze on the spot upon hearing the series of numbers.

What the hell? How did he know about Sana’s serial number designation?

Don’t tell me that he knows that she’s…!

He glanced towards Sana and saw her as equally confused as he was. Sana eyes changed then from a look of confusion to anger, followed by both of her hands morphing to turn two large plasma cannons aimed at the door.

“Oh come on, you’re seriously pointing those against me?” Mr Avarice said from the other door, apparently aware of the situation inside. “You’re being rude; Ms Minatozaki, but I’ll allow it. After all, you can’t remember a thing so I’ll remind you of everything. It’s like I said: I’m taking you back home.”

“WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!” Y/N roared at the other side of the door while Sana began to charge her cannons as they lit up with a pair of teal energy.

“Allow me to show you, Y/N. It all begins with a single word… like Cheese Kimbap.”

A moment of silence occurred, and Y/N turned towards Sana. She began to shiver upon hearing Mr Jesko, and her hands powered down before morphing back to her normal ones.

“Agh…!” Sana let out a very agonizing scream as she sat crouch down on the floor with her hands all over her head. Y/N realized what was happening and immediately rushed to her aid.

“Sana! What’s happening? What is he doing?!”

“I-I don’t k-know… My head… it hurts…It’s just like before…” she replied, barely even able to speak.

“See, it still works like a charm,” Mr Avarice spoke once again. “I told you she’ll yield.”

“WHAT THE HELL! Sana, no… don’t listen to him… Please…”

“Oh she will. After all, it’s what she’s programmed to. It’s what I programmed her to. Green Tea…”

“NO!” Sana yelled back, still shivering as she crouched.

“…Heart Shaker…”

“STOP…!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MR AVARICE!?”

Y/N attempted to cover Sana’s ears, so as to prevent whatever the words did to her. She was in a pretty bad shape already; her screams were so painful to hear and very unbearable as it frequently filled the apartment the more that Mr Avarice spoke the weird series of words. It was like the combination of a cry of pain and a scream for help, and it certainly did no good to Y/N. Sana was in pain, and what hurts the most is there’s nothing he could do to ease it.

However, despite her status and her cries, Mr Avarice continued to recite the words; still with held in a neutral trance that it was already on the borderline between hypnotic and creepy.

“Carbonated Water… Body Mist…”

“Please stop…” Sana pleaded, and this time she already had her head on the floor, with both her hands grasping for her ears.

Her entire body continued to shiver and tremble uncontrollably, with Y/N attempting to lift her up and pull her out of the living room. It was to no avail. Whatever those words did to Sana, it sure did engage her robotic body as she was as stiff as a board, yielding to nothing but the movements of her own. However, with how it looks it doesn’t look like she’s barely in control of her own body. It looked like her very senses were defying her.

“Osaka… Shiba Inu… Snake… Harry Potter…”

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER!?” Y/N yelled towards the locked door in panic, desperate as he is for he has nothing to do but hug the crippled body of Sana as she continued to whimper and scream every time she heard the words.

Mr Avarice, however, remained unconcerned. With the same haunting he continued to recite the words again.

“Cheese Kimbap… Green Tea… Heart Shaker… Carbonated Water… Body Mist… Osaka… Shiba Inu… Snake…”

Sana let out a really horrifying scream.

“SANA!!!!!”

Y/N was unable to react as the locks of door began to explode and send debris of shattered chains and locks going inside the apartment. The subsequent smoky remains were then followed by a pair of robotic droids with skeletal bodies and a large metal box for a head infiltrated the once peaceful home of Sana and Y/N. The two robots them immediately grabbed Y/N and yanked him off of Sana’s curled body and held him by the shoulders, their inhuman force was so strong Y/N felt welded inside their grip despite squirming for freedom.

A tall figure then entered the door. It was the similar well-built body, the clean hair, and the fair skin finished with a tidy black trenchcoat over a black turtleneck; Mr Avarice stepped inside of the broken and smoking door like it was nothing, and proceeded to gaze with pity over Sana’s curled body as she still trembled and shivered on the floor.

“WHO ARE YOU!?” Y/N yelled at the man he called his uncle. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT WITH SANA?”

“You know what, Y/N,” Mr Avarice continued in a very calm pace. “I was this close to giving up on this prototype. I thought I lost 001 when she got shot on the scrapyard, but thankfully you found her and even raised her like your own. You even called her a girlfriend right? Damn…”

“I’m not listening to your bullshit! Leave Sana alone! She’s not your goddamn prototype!” Y/N said as he attempted to wiggle out of the two droids once more, but to no avail. They were far more superior thanks to their robotic physique.

Mr Avarice approached him just right before he gave Y/N a very heavy slap across his face. He then proceeded to grip Y/N’s face by the chin.

“You goddamn disgrace of an heir better keep your mouth shut before you talk shit to me, okay? I’m going to tell you the story of the prototype you harboured, and after that I’m going to make her kill you. So if anything else, you should be thankful. I’m telling you everything before I end your damn miserable life. I’ll make sure every word will hurt, because I know how much you’ve grown attached to her. That attachment will be your demise.”

He let go of Y/N’s face with a vigorous force before turning his back and walking straight towards a chair. Y/N then felt the two robots place a silencing module over her mouth and expanded across towards the back of his head, binding his lips together and preventing him to speak.

“But then maybe I should thank you too. You took care of her, and even gave her a nice looking home. For that, I owe you one. So I consider us even, to say the least. Now…”

Mr Avarice proceeded to take one chair from the kitchen and sat between Sana’s still-trembling body and the dumbstruck Y/N, who glared at him with all his might and still continued to struggle at the grip of the two robots without even the ability to speak.

“You know what; I’ve always hated your father, for the record. I never wanted him especially when he got tied to my family thanks to my mother. Just like that I had an older brother who was just so perfect. In fact, he was so perfect that my own damn mother gave her the company before she died because in her eyes he’s more worthy than I was. Do you know how that felt like? Do you know how it feels to get snagged of something that was meant for you just because they found a better suited person just like that? I’ve been training myself to run the family all my life and he just goes there and takes the thunder off of me. I knew that day I had a mission: I wanted to destroy your father in the most painful way ever.

“Hell knows I tried everything to do everything legally; from working inside his company and proving myself worthy in his eyes, but he remained stoic. There was nothing I did that got his attention, no matter how big or how grand and ground breaking my projects was there was no praise. I spent half my life proving my worth inside the company that it began to hurt so badly, and I could even prove myself more than worthy to be CEO. There was nothing else I was looking forward to but to get my hands on my mother’s own company as it was meant for me before, and I began to formulate project Synthesis.

“My original plan was to use 001 to kill your father, until he revealed to me that he had you, Y/N.”

Y/N felt his mouth’s grip on the towel loosen, but he remained his glare on his so-called uncle.

“You see when he told me that he had a son who’s supposed to be his heir, my entire world crumbled. I was back at that day again when mother rejected my management for his, and with you in tow it would end the company’s line on my mother and would totally be absorbed by your family’s bloodline. That was the time I decided to attack your old man where it hurts the most and in turn ending his decrepit reign over MY company; I’ll use the product of project Synthesis to kill his only son, and hoping that the following trauma would destroy him psychologically to the extent that he’ll have no other choice but to give up the company to me. My family’s generation of robotic domination would be handed down to the only worthy successor at last.”

He gazed back at Y/N’s glaring eyes.

“You remember that time at the scrapyard? 001 was supposed to kill you then and there, like I said. It was the perfect cover: the great Y/N, the heir to a large robotics company killed by an isolated android malfunction in a scrapyard while searching parts for his pathetic school project. It was so good if only one security droid didn’t mistake her camouflage for a plane and shot a good aimed missile on her head. I thought she was gone for good when I couldn’t even recover a single panel from her body, and thus I dismissed the project as a failure for the next months to follow.

“I spent many sleepless nights attempting to replicate 001’s design, but its designation was far too complex for me to replicate from scratch, not when I’ve placed all my blueprints inside her memory. After all, most of her systems were stolen from your father’s company, and none of your bright scholars even thought of putting her up despite having the resources. It was the result of poor leadership, and thus your dad would be stabbed by the own weapon he never intended to create.”

Mr Avarice then turned to Sana.

“Thanks to your little show at the Fanfare Carnival not so long ago, I got a new lead on my lost prototype. Something that wild and powerful that it managed to evade the patrolling security force and even went far as to drop an entire billboard on them ought to be big on the news. Especially when you thought you could escape it by flying away with her. One of my associate drones managed to take a picture of the two of you going to Kanagawa, and the sight of the thrusters alone was more than enough for a confirmation. 001 was still active, and is hidden somewhere in Japan specifically around the vicinity of Mt. Haruna and her neighbouring cities.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock

“Taking the videos off of other people’s radar was quite tedious, but I managed to narrow down the search on my own. Luckily your friends Shingo and Hiro were more reliable than you, and not to mention that one grease head Yuto spilled information about you after I promised him that I was on your side. After I offered a promotion he can’t resist he told me about everything like the greedy bastard he is. Well, what can I say; money is a powerful weapon.”

Y/N attempted to move in anger, quite flustered that Mr Avarice even used his friends to find him and Sana.

“If you’re worried about them, they’re fine. I see no point spilling unnecessary blood when I already got what I need. You’re my only target and I want to keep it that way. Besides, the company is my ultimate goal. Killing you is the reward that comes with it.

“You see, Y/N, that little visit here did more than enough to confirm me that your so-called girlfriend is the android I was looking for. I hated going here; it just disgusts me to see you in line as the next CEO when you literally have no balls to handle the job, let alone have an interest in it. The moment your precious Sana responded to my calls in that manner confirmed that she was indeed 001.

“Funny, isn’t it? You spent almost a year nursing her and treating her as your own but it only takes nine words to reprogram her to my will. It may sound silly, but I chose those words carefully that I could definitely slip it in a normal conversation and activate her without notice. All I need to do is to repeat the same nine words TWICE.”

Shit!

“Now watch how I’ll turn the very person that you loved and cared for the past months into your executioner. It will be my courtesy to you for taking care of it for such a long time while I was gone…

“… Harry Potter.”

The moment Mr Avarice spoke the name; Sana stopped trembling and began to stand in a very stiff manner that removed any traces of humanity inside her. A few moments later Sana stood up like nothing happened, wearing an expression that was so devoid of any humanity. It was so cold that it sent shivers down his spine, but his heart nearly leapt out of his ribcage when she finally spoke.

“001 online; emergency memory recovery protocol initiated”

Y/N could not believe what he just heard; Sana was back to how he found her almost a year ago. He heard the same robotic voice filter of Sana’s AI mode. It felt haunting; the voice alone sent the hairs on the back of his neck to stand with how scary they sounded, and at that moment he can’t do anything with his restraints.

A sly grin etched on the face of Mr Avarice.

“I’ll have your Minatozaki Sana here to deal the final blow to you. There’s no need for me to get my hands dirty for unworthy people like you, and it also helps that it pains you to see what she had become, or rather who she truly is.”

He then turned towards Sana. “Engage Destructive mode.”

“Voice command recognized,” she replied in the same, shrill robotic tone. “Destructive mode initiated.”

“I bet you didn’t even notice that the ‘JA’ on her designation stands for Jesko Avarice. You’re a dimwit, Y/N.”

At that moment, Sana’s orange shaded hair transitioned to a black silky shade as the pupils of her eyes became a glowing shade of bright purple before the rest of the exposed skin on her thighs and arms glowed with similarly shaded panel lines. The sleeves of her black floral dress then became torn and singed after she morphed her entire forearm into a much complex looking plasma cannon, now beginning to charge itself as it faintly had the same shade of purple like her eyes.

It was definitely her scariest side that Y/N had ever seen. Aside from the exposed weaponry and the change of her body form, Sana’s face was as expressionless as ever. To him, it felt like she just died and Mr Avarice brought her back to life and turned her to a mindless puppet because it was exactly what Sana looked like; a hollow, soulless automaton waiting for orders.

“Acquire target: Organic human named Y/N,” Mr Avarice ordered. “Aim but hold fire upon my command.”

Sana raised her right plasma cannon arm and aimed mindlessly towards Y/N, her face devoid of any recognition or memories of him for the past ten months.

“Release him. I want him to see how his beloved girlfriend would kill him. I want him to see who she really is.”

The two droids removed his silencing module and threw him forcefully on the ground just in front of Sana, and the first thing he did was look up to her, hoping to appeal to the human Sana overridden by the 001 programming that was activated.

“Sana… I know you remember me… It’s me, Y/N… please put the gun down…” he pleaded with his voice beginning to crack from all the contained emotions.

But it was to no avail. Sana’s face was completely nil of any expression aside from the flare and glow coming from her pupils as she stared down against Y/N’s begging figure with her right cannon aimed at him.

“I can make this quick for you Y/N, but there won’t be any fun in that,” Mr Avarice said as the two droids walked towards his side. “Now let’s see if this so-called girlfriend of yours did love you. Come on Y/N. Beg. Appeal to the human you’ve seen in my prototype. I want to hear it.”

Y/N’s heart pounded so hard against his ribcage. He only had one desperate plan on that minute: escape. As he lay on the floor, his eyes scanned around the place for something do distract Mr Avarice and contribute to his momentary escape. Of course with Sana watching over him he’s entirely not convinced how long he could use the small window to live, but then it was his only chance to get out and hopefully pull things off after.

How to revert 001 to the Sana he knew was something else as well.

“Come on, Y/N. You’re not going to say something? That’s disappointing.”

Y/N saw the small opportunity and despite feeling the heat from Sana’s charged cannon warming the top of his head with the proximity, it somehow gave him the motivation to restore him back to normal. Sana and the droids needed a specific command to kill him, and yet with Mr Avarice’s pride and air headedness he forgot to say the specific instructions and left a hole in the system.

Y/N immediately yanked the carpet that Mr Avarice and his droids were stepping on, causing the three to lose balance and fall to the floor after getting caught off guard. The pulled carpet was then thrown over the three toppled bodies and Y/N executed his escape plan. Sana, lacking further orders than to simply aim at Y/N and wait, did nothing as the young man ran past his covered uncle and darted towards the open doorway and the terrace beyond.

Mr Avarice chuckled as soon as he got the carpet off of him.

“Just like Y/N. He’ll disappoint me if he won’t even do something like this. Sana…”

Sana stopped and turned towards her newfound master.

“… Your target is Y/N; the man who you were just aiming at moments ago. My order is for you to injure him in the most painful and torturous way possible, but to the point that you won’t kill him until I say so. Pursue him and use everything in your arsenal to incapacitate him.”

The glowing eyes of the gynoid flared as she nodded in approval. Sana then walked out of the open doorway and began to pursue her target.

“This is one moment I don’t want to miss. Prepare the chopper. I want to see the light leave his eyes.”

---

I can’t believe I pulled that off. It was a last-ditch effort I wanted to go with and thankfully it went really well.

Now I just have to survive.

Somehow the theory in my head worked. I thought Sana was going to blast me the moment I made an action against Mr Avarice, but then she just stood and stared with just the limited order she was given. I even managed to get out of the apartment and towards the hallway terrace, but this battle was far from over. In fact, I already feel something’s happening behind me with the sound of thrusters beginning to get deployed.

It was Sana who was instructed to kill me, after all; of course she’ll do anything to execute her mission.

There was a short explosion and I could only assume that it was her blasting the apartment to pieces, and together with our memories with it.

I looked back just in time as I set my legs to run forward. Sana was standing amidst the smoke and rubble, in the small terrace hallway with both her arm cannons aimed at me charged and ready to blast. I think I only have a few moments to live, and my actions for the next seconds would decide if I’ll live or I’ll die.

Screw it.

I dove face first in front like the pavement was a swimming pool, and almost at the same moment I heard a loud whooshing sound pass me then hit the terrace wall overhead. I then immediately got up to my feet as I heard Sana’s cannons began to charge up once again.

Her cannons combined with the sound of a helicopter’s propellers were the very sounds that pumped the heck out of my adrenaline. However, despite the initial charging sounds of her cannon it soon died down as if Sana called the blast off. I ran down the hallway and upon glancing towards her direction, Sana was floating in mi-air by her back and thigh thrusters while aiming both of her closed fists towards my direction. For that split second I managed to reach the descending staircase and immediately I ran down the first steps.

The next thing I heard was a loud crash just where the wall of the stairwell was. Both of Sana’s forearms were buried in the rubble of the broken wall, their ends housing a rocket booster. Afterwards, I heard both her severed forearms shift and fly back towards her direction. I was amazed there for a split second, but with the threat against my life I decided against admiring her. I just ran and ran until I was cleanly out of the apartment and into the streets of Kanagawa’s late afternoon.

I could hear Sana’s consecutive blasts hit the ground behind me but this time I didn’t even dare to look back. I know I won’t get anything from that but her nightmarish image that’s about to kill me. Thankfully, it was already late afternoon that the streets were relatively empty save for a few people who were unfortunate to have witnessed Sana’s rampage. The onlookers screamed in terror as Sana began blasting behind me with her energy cannons.

I wanted to draw her attention far from the common-goers as much as I could, and thus I remembered a nearby abandoned building. I’m not keeping my hopes up that I could lose here there, but in the case she manages to kill me I don’t want to take innocent bystanders with me.

But then again, I’m not planning to die just yet. I know I could fix Sana out of this.

It may just be a desperate call, but it’s all I have. I’ll think about fixing her later after I sort this shit out.

I honestly don’t have a concrete plan but just run.

My running eventually reached the abandoned building. It used to be a six floor commercial establishment until an unfortunate fire caused its glory to go up in flames, with its remains left to rot in the public eye. Now, it’s just an empty, dilapidated building in the middle of a grassy parking lot with nothing else but barbed wires, trash, and graffiti lining its perimeters. The night was also quick to come as the twilight made its conclusion and I could already see the sky darkening to a deep blue hue as I heard Sana’s thrusters following me suit.

I jumped over a large trashcan and vaulted my body over the fenced gate and fell inside the grassy lot. I managed to find my way around it despite the scraps and rubble lying around thanks to the small trail pathway in the middle.

BOOM

I felt myself thrown sideways with a couple of debris, and as soon as I hit the ground I forced myself to run and get up, not allowing myself to feel the pain from the impact. I glanced momentarily behind and saw a flash of light followed by the sound of wrecked concrete. Sana just attempted to kamikaze herself towards me, but she missed and hit a pile of rubble instead. That was the moment I needed and I ran as fast as I could towards the inside of the building.

Should I enter it? I haven’t given this much of a thought. I needed to stop at its entrance and gaze towards the towering pile of burnt concrete. I knew I had no choice but this would be a one way trip. I doubt I’ll even make it out alive.

The sound of Sana rebooting with her thrusters were the sign to move on and without another second thought I ploughed through the pile of metal scraps as I made my way into the empty building; its stillness and void was so unnervingly haunting. If it wasn’t for Sana pursuing me relentlessly I would be afraid to enter it alone.

I’m pretty sure Sana knew where I was but there was still a part of me that wanted to lose her despite the odds. That crash looked really hard considering she boosted straight towards a concrete wall, and I can’t help but look at her direction while praying that she doesn’t pull off a split-second attack I cannot evade.

I had a feeling she could do that.

True enough, as I peered through the gaps of the scraps I saw her slowly emerging from the dust and rubble. All I could see was her black, shadowy silhouette as her figure was obscured with the bright light from behind her, although the purple panel lines she had all over her body and her eyes glowed dangerously and menacingly in the distance. Sana then withdrew her twin blades on both her arms before waving her head from side to side as if looking for me.

I have no time to admire her pretty upgrades. She’s going to kill me.

I ran towards the nearby staircase and I could barely even see anything due to the impending darkness. As soon as I reached the second floor, I peered through a small open gap and Sana had just busted her way through the doorway and sent debris flying in all directions. I continued to run and eventually reached the next set of stairs to the third floor, and I never stopped running. Things just felt awfully quiet that I began to question whether she’s still pursuing me or not.

But of course, she IS still pursuing me. Whatever was happening in the background was a dead-certain trap. She’s probably—

I felt myself getting thrown from below followed by the sound of the floor being ripped open by none-other than Sana herself. I got thrown across the hallway to the nearest wall, and damn that impact flew me so hard that it stung a lot on my shoulders. I could even barely move on the floor as I watched Sana literally emerged from the crevice of her own making.

Her stare; it was the same emotionless and ghastly stare with the flaring purple eyes that pierced mine as I attempted to stand.

I forced myself to stand despite the pain on my shoulder taking its toll on a sensory level, and I managed to bring myself up on my legs before Sana’s entire body could enter through the gap.

“I’m sorry Sana. I love you,” I told her as I pulled an exposed beam I saw earlier, causing the suspended wooden, steel and concrete of the roof to collapse and fall on top of her.

I’m pretty sure she’s fine. I’m just stalling for whatever’s going to happen to me even though I’m sure it would barely even do much.

I resumed running again to the point that I was literally hurting myself from sprinting. For some reason, Sana stopped going after me until I reached the topmost floor and even managed to sneak up to the rooftop. I was beginning to worry that I collapsed too much weight onto her that I might’ve had destroyed her completely.

The rooftop was an open space. Small concrete lifts lined the rectangular perimeter under the indigo-red twilight sky that was already inhabited by the first batch of stars welcoming the night. I saw a small clearing ahead; if I managed to get enough speed I think I can clear the jump to the next building. If I want to live I’m sure that’s the only way to go.

With all the energy I could muster, and even through the stinging sensation of the injuries of my shoulder and the rest of I body, I sprinted as hard as I could towards the other side of the rooftop. I was hoping to reach the end before Sana could even show up from below. I then reached the end and began to jump in mid-air (and the painful impact I might have to deal with afterwards) when Sana showed up hovering in front of me right on the trajectory of the jump.

Shit

The next thing I felt was like being struck by a solid wall as I saw her fist hit me. I felt a really solid impact on my stomach that sent me flying back a few feet from where I jumped off, stumbling towards the cold pavement of the rooftop with the painful sensation getting to my head. I immediately coughed blood as soon as I stopped rolling, and I barely even stood up as Sana finally landed on the other side of the roof and walked slowly towards me. I then heard a helicopter on my right, and upon turning I saw Mr Avarice going out of it and into the same rooftop, a sinister smile plastered on his face.

---

“Looks like you’re out of luck,” Mr Avarice declared in triumph as he approached his injured nephew. “That’s one hell of an escape attempt, I’ll give you that; but it all ends now. No more games.”

Sana utilized her thrusters to place her right in front of Y/N, and then moving to aim her left arm cannon towards him as she stared at her dead on.

Y/N, helpless and full of pain from all his subsequent injuries, lay on the roof and stared towards Sana’s emotionless face. It was just as Mr Avarice ordered: he was sure his body was incapacitated with his sustained injuries.

“Target sighted; preparing for elimination,” she said on that haunting robotic voice.

“Say your last words, Y/N.”

“Sana… please…”

Mr Avarice smirked. “Kill him.”

In a last, desperate attempt to hopefully bring her back and also the last thing he thought of that very moment, Y/N used all his remaining strength to fling himself towards Sana, giving her a very tight hug that would quite possibly the last thing he’d ever do in this world.

“I love you no matter what, Sana.”

Sana stood in silence, although his action obviously caused her face to draw a small reaction: Sana looked as if she just escaped her trance and was confused on what her supposed target had done. On her Destructive Mode’s protocol, a target wasn’t supposed to do that.

“That’s sweet; giving one last hug to your girlfriend. A wise choice, Y/N. Now, kill her. 001, eliminate your target at once,” Mr Avarice ordered.

Sana regained composure and pushed him back towards the floor and readied her arm cannon once again. She was ready to eliminate him and fulfil the mission she was given, although the sight of him caused a random string of memories to flood her and temporarily disable her logical processors followed by a ringing voice inside her head she clearly recognized to be from Y/N.

I love you Sana…

What If I told you I like you Sana?

Alright Sana, let’s bring you home.

There’s nothing more I could ask in this world aside from you, Sana.

She looked down on him only to see his eyes wet.

Tears

Y/N was crying. The man whom she was supposed to kill sat on the floor with tears flooding his eyes; his bloody mouth etched in a sad, desperate smile.

“It’s okay Sana. I love you. Do what you have to do,” he said as he closed his eyes, apparently accepting his fate.

Sana paused and her face changed to a look of concern, the sinister purple hue was gone and her eyes were back to the same eyes Y/N knew and loved. He opened his eyes just in time to see it and at that moment his heart pounded heavily against his chest again; not of fear, but of triumph.

“What are you doing?” Mr Avarice exclaimed. “You have your damn orders! Kill him now, 001! Blast the life out of his eyes.”

There was nothing.

“001, you have your fucking orders! Eliminate Y/N now!”

Y/N closed his eyes and anticipated for his death, but Sana remained standing despite the orders of her master.

“001! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? KILL HIM NOW!”

Sana closed her eyes.

“KILL HIM NOW! ELIMINA—“

BOOM

It had been done and Y/N heard it. Sana just used her cannon and the job was done and he was enjoying the final moments his body could give him before he was finally dead. However, he was confused. There was no pain or anything and he felt alive. He then dared to open his eyes and it was the sight he didn’t expect.

Mr Avarice was standing mere feet away from him; right on the edge of the roof with a horrified expression frozen on his face, and on his chest was a large gaping hole that was blasted through his entire body.

“001… What…?”

Y/N heard Sana load another blast from her cannon and shot another energy beam aimed at Mr Avarice and it hit him right in the face. The force from the blast was so strong that it sent his body falling off from the edge of the rooftop and towards the pavement below.

Sana launched another series of energy shots, this time aimed at the flying helicopter. It blasted right through its propeller and at the cockpit, destroying the droid piloting it and sending the wreckage of the broken chopper hurtling down towards where Mr Avarice’s body had disappeared seconds ago.

“Y/N…!” Sana exclaimed as she morphed back to her normal human self, assisting her boyfriend whose injuries were primarily caused by her. “I’m so sorry… I’m sorry!”

“Sana… I’m glad you’re back,” he replied with a bloody smile. “Seeing you human again made me a lot stronger… you got through his control…”

“I’m so sorry,” Sana’s face began to stream with tears; real, genuine tears of sorrow. “You’re hurt and it’s because of me… “

“It’s okay Sana… I’m just glad you’re back. I’m fine.”

He smiled back at her concerned expression with a bloody grin.

“We need to get your injuries-AH!”

Sana fell backwards, holding her head and screaming. Her body was enveloped with jolts of electricity that ran throughout her entire body. Some sections of her skin began to burn with the overload of energy and exposed the metal robotic detail she had underneath. Half of her face was already ripped off of her organic projection and revealing the blue optic sensor she had underneath along with the metal endoskeleton of her cheek. Y/N attempted to calm her, but as soon as his skin got in contact with her body, he got briefly shocked. Apparently Sana was covered with so much electrical energy that she’s overloading, but after a few seconds she stabilized and got back but with a concerned and sad expression on her face.

“Sana… Sana… what happened…?”

“Y/N… I-I need to get out of here,” she replied as she began to stand. “I need to get out of here, now…”

She turned and projected her thrusters once again, but before she could even fly Y/N held her hand.

“Sana, please… what’s happening? Don’t leave me again please… I just got you back, why do you need to leave so soon? Mr Avarice is no more. No one can harm us now, Sana.”

“Y/N, I don’t want you to get hurt. Mr Avarice installed a failsafe inside my body which would detonate my core in the moment his heart stops beating. It was supposed to explode a second ago but I managed to stop it. I didn’t prevent it from detonating, but I just delayed it. I don’t have much time, Y/N.”

“Sana…”

Y/N pulled her down towards him and hugged her despite the rising temperature of her body.

“Y/N… I’m sorry but this has to happen… we only have less than a minute…”

Sana then withdrew from the hug and held his face, staring at him eye to eye.

“No matter what happens in the future, Y/N, I will forever be grateful that it was you who found me. You taught me to be human, and there’s nothing more I could ask for. You made me feel the best I could ever feel, and even in my short life I lived a life fulfilled, thanks to you.”

Sana’s left eye, the one that was still perfectly human, began to flood with tears.

“Sana, no… please don’t say that,” Y/N’s eyes began to water as well.

“There’s no other way… I’m sorry that it has to end like this, but this is the least I could do to save you. Live for me, Y/N. Live your dreams for me.”

Sana pulled Y/N close and kissed him tenderly, and it was the first time they each felt the other’s lips on their own. It was so simple, so perfect, but with the situation, it was all but tragic.

Y/N was crying on her face and Sana did the same thing as well.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Sana began to glide backwards slowly and not taking her eyes off of him. Y/N held the hand on his face until it was gone, as Sana hovered away from him with a satisfied look on her face.

“SANA…!” He screamed at her figure as Sana boosted upwards the night sky.

It was the best life she could’ve asked for, and there was no changing it. Sana loved Y/N with all her heart, a feat that was initially proved to be impossible but she defied the very programming she was made to execute. It lacked explanation, but it was exactly why she treasured it so much.

She never even knew that she could even love. Y/N taught her that. She knew the true meaning of love thanks to him. It was just her deepest regret of the injuries he sustained because of her and staying away from her was just one thing she could do to prevent him from being caught in the blast.

Sana hovered high up the night clouds and looked back on the earth. She then used her enhanced optics to zoom towards Y/N’s standing figure on rooftop and she was able to hear his last message as the countdown wounded down.

“I LOVE YOU SANA!” Y/N yelled towards the sky, and despite being so far she heard it clearly.

Sana smiled as she gazed towards Y/N’s face through her optics, and after a few moments her core began to overload.

3…

2…

1….

Y/N stared teary-eyed towards the spot where Sana flew off too after shouting. A few seconds later, a large explosion was seen on the sky quite similar to a firework, with its flares lighting the evening sky with a beautiful light show. It was Sana’s final transformation, and even in her last moments she wanted to show how much he loved Y/N as she exploded in the mix of his favourite colours.

---TWO WEEKS LATER---

Y/N had spent the previous weeks on Yuto’s lab, salvaging on whatever was left of his hardware from his computer with his blasted apartment. He was trying his best to divert his attention out of Sana’s demise, living his life as he could possibly do and as normal as he could possibly be.

Yuto, quite driven by regret of the role he played on Sana’s activation, allowed Y/N to use his own personal computer as to find other useful files from Y/N’s burned apartment. Everything was reduced to ashes, but luckily he was able to retrieve the single hard drive that was still intact inside his computer.

It also helped to remove his attention from Sana. He just didn’t want to think about her just yet. It has been two weeks and yet he’s still mourning at her loss.

Y/N was lazily open each and every folder and checking its contents in the hopes that all his files were still accessible.

However, there was one folder he never came to recognize: ‘ME’.

He then checked the folders properties, and was surprised that it was a compressed folder that had terabytes of information inside. He clicked the author of the folder and it displayed the name: JA122996

Sana…?

He immediately opened the compressed folder. Thousands of pages of blueprints and instructions were readily accessible and included everything about android building, synthetic organic projection method, emotion programming, required equipment, everything.

But what caught his attention was the folder at the very end. It was a man-made folder different from everything else, and also it had the largest space occupied inside the disk. His hear nearly leapt out of his chest as soon as he realized what the name of the folder was:

Minatozaki Sana’s memories

---END---

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slut-4-rafe · 3 years

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Hi! I had a fix idea. So a switch!reader and she is in a relationship with the marauders(without Peter) and the boys find out. And like Remus is trying to convince Sirius to try it since he is a switch too(James is a sub and Remus is a dom) and like maybe the reader is feeling bad about messing up the dynamics and tells Remus to forget about it but her feeling bad eventually causes Sirius to give in and then ✨smut✨ You can obviously ignore this. Just thought I would share my thought❤️❤️

"Absolutely not!"

Sub! James x Dom! Remus x Switch! Sirius x Switch! Fem! Reader.

Summary: You want to try and be a dom for once, though Sirius isn't willing to look at you as anything but a sub. Remus and James on the other hand, want you to take charge.

Warning: Smut!, degration kink, praise kink, fingering (male receiving), daddy kink, mommy kink, oral (male receiving), slapping, probably more but this is just filthy.

Note: I hope this was okay. I don't feel like this was exactly what you were asking for, but I needed to add some drama lol.

Word count: 2,295

You had been feeling off about sex recently. It wasn't the fact that Remus was a dom. Or that James was a sub. Or that Sirius was both. What it was, was that you were a sub, or so they thought.

Yes, you loved being their 'good girl' and making them feel good, but sometimes you wished you could take the role of being in charge. Being the one to praise them for being good. Though you thought none of your boyfriends noticed your odd behaviors during your time in the bedroom, you were very wrong.

You were sat on one of the scarlet couches in the Gryffindor common room, watching as the orange flames danced in the pit. Your peaceful headspace was soon to be interrupted.

"Everyone out!" a voice yelled, startling you.

As people started to stand to leave the common room, a certain red head, also known as Lily Evans, took a stand. "No Potter. This is your common room. You can't just order people around!"

"Actually, Evans, I can. I'm head boy." the bespectacled boy said. Before Lily could argue anymore, you watched as Remus gave her a small pleading smile. Her gaze flickered to you and soon she softened.

"Alright then." she said before walking out of the portrait hole.

You knew what this was about. You knew why they wanted to talk privately, especially somewhere that wasn't the boys' bedroom.

You'd been avoiding them.

Sex was a common thing in your relationship, not that you were complaining at all. But to avoid the sex and the uncomfortable sub position you were constantly put in, you avoided them all together.

You kept your gaze on the flames before you, barely noticing each of the boys had taken seats on the couch beside you. Though you felt their stares lingering on your curled up frame, you ignored them the best you could.

"Pup." Remus said softly. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Us." Sirius corrected.

You heard Remus let out a sight before correcting himself. "Can you tell us, what's going on?"

You didn't speak.

Your heart was beating rapidly and you got the sudden urge to vomit. And when the blush took over your cheeks, you hid your head in your hands.

You were embarrassed.

Embarrassed to explain that you wanted to not only be a sub, but also be a dom. And it wasn't James or Remus you had to worry about, it was Sirius. The raven haired boy liked how things were in the bed, he didn't want a change, and of course you knew that.

"Hey. We asked you a question." Sirius said.

"You not....breaking up with us, are you?" you heard James whisper. Hearing is sad voice broke your heart, and in an instant you revealed your blushed cheeks to the boys and raced to say your next words.

"No!"

James' frown turned into a lopsided grin at your answer. And suddenly you heard a set of chuckles. Turning your gaze to your other two boyfriends, you found both of them smirking.

"What?"

"Your embarrassed." Sirius said.

"Am not!"

"We like seeing you all flustered puppy." Remus smiled.

"Wanna take this to the room?" Sirius' smirk widened, and instantly your shoulders fell.

"No she doesn't." Remus said. "Pup? What happened? Are you feeling okay? Is something bothering you?"

You just gave your head a simple shake from side to side.

"I think I have a guess." you heard the raven haired boy say, and without even looking at him, you knew he had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. "I think our puppy broke a rule."

At those words your head snapped up. "No I didn't!"

"See. From the way your acting I'd say you did." he went on.

"No!"

"Are you back talking?" he smirked as your shoulders dropped yet again. "See. You just broke a rule. Back talking to your daddies."

And here you were, yet again, being put back in the sub position. You ignored the arousal pooling in your panties, as you rolled your eyes with a shake of your head and turned your stony gaze back to the fire. Yes. You were horny. You had been avoiding sex for about two weeks and still, the sub side of you wanted to follow their rules so you stuck to them. One of them just happened to be 'no getting yourself off,' so you didn't.

"I think you need to be punished pup." Sirius said in a sing song voice.

Remus noticed you seemed off. He sent Sirius a stern look, making the boy sink down into the couch. The sandy haired boy stood up and made his way to where he was kneeling in front of you.

"Poppet?" you turned you eyes to meet his brown ones. "What's the matter?"

Your mind swarm with thought and ways to put together your explanation. "I just..." you trailed off, trying to find the perfect words.

"You just what pup?"

"I-" you took a deep breathe and squeezed your eyes shut and allowed the words to come out in a quick, jumbled mess. "I just don't like being a sub all the time! I want to take charge once in a while. I'm a switch! Just like Siri and I-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Remus cut you off. "Say it again. Slower this time."

You huffed and opened your eyes to meet his yet again. "I don't want to be a sub all the time. Sometimes I want to take charge like you and Siri do. I like being a sub sometimes, but not always. I love being your good girl, but sometimes I just want you to be my good boys."

A silence took over the four of you. The blush that was once on your face turned a deeper shade of red.

"Alright-"

"Absolutely not!" Sirius cut Remus' words off. "No way!"

"Daddy-" Sirius cut off James this time.

"No! I don't care what you two say, I'm saying no!"

Your shoulders slumped. You were put into this uncomfortable position. You wished you could take everything back. You wished you'd never said anything in the first place. You were drowning in your own thought. Your brain muffling the sound of the arguing boys next to you.

"We can't just do what we want Sirius!"

"There can't be three doms and one sub! I mean, James is already sensitive enough. Imagine of we have three people going at him!"

"Hey!" James whined.

"Oh shush. You know it's true."

"Stop. Both of you." Remus said sternly. "Sirius, if there can't be three doms, then you be a sub."

"No fucking way!"

"Why not?!"

"Because I'm a dom!"

"Actually," James said. "Your both Siri. Why can't she be both? That way there would be..."

"Technically, three subs and three doms." Remus concluded.

"No. She's a sub. I don't care what she wants. She will obey you and I. We are her daddies. What does she want? To be called mommy?" he laughs. "That sound fucking stupid."

"Sirius! Stop being a brat-"

"It's fine." you interrupted them. "I shouldn't have tried to change it. Just...pretend I didn't say anything."

You got up and made your way up to the boys' dorm, to which you shared, having not been to your dorm since fifth year. You plopped yourself on the fifth bed, also known as the extra bed, in the room. You grumbled into your pillow, completely oblivious to the arguing going on down below.

"Look what you did Sirius!" James exclaimed. The boys head snapped to James a scowl etched on his lips.

"I didn't do anything."

"Yes. You. Did." Remus seethed. The lycanthrope stepped towards the black haired boy, making him gulp nervously. Remus planted a slap to the boys' cheek. "What did I say about being a brat? Huh?"

"It makes me a bad boy." he said quietly.

"Yes it does. Why can't you just be a good boy like James?"

"I am a good boy!" Sirius whined, he sub side finally showing.

"No. Your not. You hurt puppies feelings."

Realization dawned on the boy and he immediately ran up to the dorm, followed by James and Remus.

"I'm sorry!" Sirius cried once he barged into the room. "I was a bad boy. Hurt mommy's feelings."

You froze and turned to the boys, finding James' hazel eyes blown wide, Sirius practically crying, and Remus standing against the door, a smirk wide on his face.

"What? I-I thought..."

"I'm so sorry mommy. Wanna be a good boy. Wanna make mommy happy."

"I..."

"I think little Sirius needs to be punished. What do you think James?" Remus asked.

"Yes daddy. I think mommy needs to punish Siri." he answered.

"W-what? I-..."

"What do I do to you or James when your bad?" Remus asked as he takes long strides to sit next to you on the bed. "Sirius, come here." The boy sheepishly makes his way over to the two of you until he's standing directly in front of you. "Talk to him. Tell him he's bad. Tell him why he's bad." Remus whispered in your ear. "Take charge doll."

This is what you were waiting for. To take charge.

"You were being mean Si." you said. "Hurt my-"

"Who are you?" Remus asked. "Have to address who you are."

"Hurt mommy's feelings."

"I know! I'm so sorry mommy!" he cried.

You contemplated what to do next. "Punish him." Remus whispered.

You stood up so you were face to face with the boy in front of you. You teasingly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the item off his shoulders before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers and boxers. You looked over the boy, watching as his hard on sat up straight, leaking precum. "Lay down."

"Yes mommy." he crawled up into the bed. Laying so he was on his stomach, his hands were intertwined on his back and he got a perfect view of the bed right in front of him. You seated yourself so you were sitting at his side. Before touching him though, you addressed the other two boys.

"Hey Jamesie?"

The boy perked up at the call of his name a lopsided smile taking over his features. "Yes mommy?"

"Want to help daddy out? Want to suck his cock while I punish Siri?"

James nodded his head rapidly before hurriedly making his way over to the bed that just so happened to be right in front of Sirius. "Yes mommy. Want to be a good boy."

"Good job bubba."

Remus was quick to discard himself, and James, of their clothes. "Good boy." he cooed as James started working on his cock.

"Alright. What should I do, huh?" you asked the boy.

"Punish me mommy. Wanna be your good boy." he whimpered. You thought for a moment. Thinking of all the punishments you received. You smirked when you got an idea.

"Ass up." you instructed, watching how he instantly rested himself on his hands and knees. You took one hand down to his cock. Hearing him moan just at the touch made your legs squeeze together. "Don't take your eyes off them. And you better not cum. Got it?"

"Yes mommy."

"Good." you smirked.

Your hand slowly went up and down on his cock, feeling all the veins and how it twitched when she squeezed. She took her pointer finger and placed it in her mouth, wetting it. Once it was slick, she took it down so she was tracing his hole, earning moans from him. You pussy clenched around nothing and the arousal sitting in your underwear grew uncomfortable as you listened to James' gags and Sirius and Remus' moans.

You slowly aloud your finger to push in, going slow, because while this was punishment, you didn't want to injure or hurt him in any way. You listened to him moan loudly and his back arch.

"Are you okay?" you whispered.

"Yes! Mommy!" he moaned.

You sped up your finger slightly and fisted his cock. As you kept your movements the same, you turned to James and Remus. James had his nose buried in Remus' happy trail.

"Fuuuuck. Such a good boy." you heard Remus moan before pulling the boys head off so he could breathe. After a moment, Remus forced James mouth back onto his cock and bobbed his head up and down. You, in the mean time, took in the sight of the boy laying in front of you. Eyes glued to your other two boyfriends. Cock twitching as he did his best not to cum. And your finger pumping in and out of his hole. "M'gonna cum James. And you better swallow." you heard Remus instruct, earning a moan from James. And in seconds, Remus was cumming down the boys throat and the room was full of loud moans.

"Mommy! I can't! M'gonna cum." Sirius screamed.

"You better not. You wanna be my good boy right?"

"Yes!"

"Then don't cum. Just ten more seconds."

And when you felt his cock twitch violently in your hand, you drew your hand back and slowly took your finger out. He collapsed down onto the mattress.

"Am I good now mommy?" he asked.

You crawled off the bed and went so you were kneeling in front of his face. "So good baby. Watched them the whole time, and didn't even cum!"

"Now we have to make mommy cum!" James said excitedly.

"Right Jamesie." Remus smiled.

"Want to fuck mommy Jamesie boy?" you asked, getting up and going over to the boy on the bed.

"Yes mommy! Wanna make mommy cum. Wanna be her good boy." he went on.

"Okay James. Remus, help out Sirius over there. He's a good boy." you said.

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marvelettesassemblenow · 3 years

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Miscommunication

Pairing: Stucky x F Reader

Summary: You were a retired Shield Agent and enjoyed the quiet life. Steve Rogers came over to your house to lay down and suddenly he almost moved in with Bucky Barnes. But it seemed like not all three of you were on the same page where your relationship stands.

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warnings: a little bit of angst, but mostly fluff (I think) and all of them are idiots, swear words

A/N: I actually have no clue what this is or where it came from. But I was in the mood for some fluff and couldn’t decide, if I should write Steve or Bucky. So this is the first time that I wrote Stucky

There was a small knock on your door and you knew that the person who was knocking had a key to your house, but he insisted on making himself known before he'd enter.

„Come in, Steve,“ you yelled, knowing that he would hear you through the closed door. Not a second later you heard the key being turned and him entering the house. He came up to you and put his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek before he let go. „Smells good,“ Steve commented and noticed that there was way more food in the pan than one person could eat.

„Buck isn’t with you today?“ you asked and turned around although you heard that Steve came alone.

„He's on a mission.“ Steve walked to your cabinet and pulled out some plates for the two of you and put them on the table. You didn’t have to point out where anything was. This was like his second home.

You had worked for Shield before everything went down and you were actually there when Steve was chased by the organization. You were injured then and Steve came to you to make sure you were okay. That was the start of your friendship with Captain America. Not long after that you met Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff, before they all had to disappear. After that Steve came back with another person for you to meet: James Buchanan Barnes.

You didn’t know what happened then, but you became friends with him also and it almost seemed like the two super soldiers moved in with you. They even had their own bedroom in your house, which used to be a guest room. They lived in the compound, but some days when they just wanted to feel like normal people they were found in your place.

You didn’t have a conversation about the relationship of the two. They didn’t kiss in front of you, but you were sure that the two of them were an item. They shared the bed in the guestroom, right? You didn’t want to bring up a conversation why they didn’t look for a place on their own. Not when it felt too good that they came to your place.

They did show affection, to each other and to you. It blurred the line of your friendship often. Both of them were cuddlers and when you first noticed that there might be something between the two men you felt bad one day when Steve came through the door and found you cuddling on the couch with Bucky.

But when you wanted to move, Bucky's arm tightened around you and Steve placed a hand on your shoulder and told you to stay, he would join you after a shower. Things like that confused you and made you question if it was really only friendship you felt for the two of them.

„Well, then it should be at least enough food for the two of us. Will you stay the night or do you want to wait for him at the compound,“ you asked when you put some food on the table for him.

„I'll stay here, he won’t be back for two days,“ Steve said when he took the plate from you and placed it on the table.

„I should take rent from you,“ you joked when you sat down after Steve placed the second plate.

„You really should!“ Steve agreed. The discussion had come up before, but you only made them buy groceries from time to time because stuffing two super soldiers was expensive!

„Can I ask you something?“ you spoke up when there was almost no food on your plate anymore.

„Anything,“ Steve answered without missing a beat.

„Why don’t you get a place on your own with Bucky?“

Steve’s movement stopped. „Are we a bother? You should have said something sooner,“ he started to ramble, afraid that they had overstayed their welcome.

„No, no. That’s not it, I swear. I was just wondering if it wouldn’t be easier for the two of you. I like having you around, I swear I’ll tell you if it’s too much,“ you reassured him.

„Okay. Well, it feels nice to leave the compound and everything superhero related behind. It’s nice to come home to something relatively normal. And it’s rare for Bucky to open up to someone, when he started to take a liking to you I was so happy.“

„I'm happy you feel that way. What do you say to popcorn and a movie?“

„Sounds good to me. Get comfortable, I’ll do the dishes,“ Steve offered and you didn’t complain.

Bucky and Steve were sitting on your couch when you stepped into your house. Not that you were surprised because they were often there and they had texted you that they had ordered pizza.

„Hey, where were you?“ Steve asked and did a double take as soon as he turned around and saw you standing in the hallway.

„I was on a date,“ you answered while you were still busy slipping out of your shoes. There was a choking noise and you looked worried at Steve who held out a drink towards the brunette, whose head was turning red as a piece of pizza has found its way in the wrong tube. „Are you okay?“ you asked and rubbed his back.

„Why were you on a date?“ he asked once he could breathe again.

„Because I was asked. I didn’t think it is a big deal. And I didn’t know you’d be here, aren’t you supposed to be on a mission still?” You didn’t see the point in telling them that it was a setup from one of your coworkers. And that you had tried to get out of it, but you went there in the end. It wasn’t a horrible date, but it wasn’t... what you had with the super soldiers. Not that you would tell them that part.

“It’s postponed to the next week. Will you,” Steve cleared his throat. “Will you go on a second date?”

“Are you afraid that I’ll kick you out of the house?” You pushed Bucky a little to the side and took a seat next to him. “No, I don’t think I will,” you finally said before you took a bite out of the pizza. “Why are you making such a big deal out of it. You have to know that this,” you pointed with your finger at the three of you, “won’t stay that way forever.”

“Do you want us to move out, doll?” Bucky asked and he looked so hurt that you had to place your pizza on the table and had to hug him.

“No, that’s not it. But don’t you want a place of your own?” you asked into his neck.

“Without you? No,” Bucky said without missing a beat. You let out a short laugh and let go of the big man. You could stay a little while in the bubble, thinking that this will stay that way. That night you fell asleep on the sofa and you woke up shortly when you were placed onto something soft and a kiss was placed on your forehead.

“I see you brought your girlfriend,” Sam greeted the three of you, when you entered the compound and entered the hearing range of the outspoken man. Steve and Bucky had asked if you wanted to come along to the party, seeing as you knew the Avengers and you agreed when you heard that a few of your ex-colleagues were also there.

You forced a laugh at Sam's greeting and hugged him. You hadn’t seen each other for a while but you were fond of him. He was keeping Bucky on his toes, but he was also one of the nicest people you have ever met. “How are you?” you asked before you let go of him.

“Oh I’m good. What about you? Do you miss the action or are you still enjoying the quiet life?” he asked instead.

“Still enjoying the quiet life,” you answered with a big smile. You saw an old coworker of you and excused yourself, telling Sam that you were sure you would see him later again and nodded at your two roommates before you made your way over.

It was about two hours later when Sam walked rather quickly over to his two friends. “I need to talk to the two of you in private.” He didn’t leave any room for objections. Bucky and Steve shared a glance before they followed Sam into a debriefing room not far from the party.

“Did you told your girlfriend that she should deny a relationship with you?” he came straight to the point and looked into the confused faces of his friends.

“No?” Steve finally said.

“Did you have a talk about how you are going to approach today with her?” Sam asked next.

“No, why are you asking these weird things? And why did we have to leave the room for that?” Bucky was just as confused as Steve was.

“Because I thought you might not want everyone to hear this. Why is your girl telling everyone that she’s single then? And why was her laugh so forced when I called her your girlfriend? I thought maybe it was because you wanted to keep everything private, but I saw you looking at her and each other the whole night and now I am just confused.”

“You are the one who is confused? I think I am the one who can’t follow you.”

“Okay, well then I have a simple question for you. Does she know that you are in a relationship?” Sam asked and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Yes,” Bucky and Steve said at the same time.

“And you are in a relationship with her too, right?”

“Yes,” the answer was spoken at the same time again.

“And did you have a talk with her where you told her specificly that she’s your girlfriend?”

“We don’t have to discuss every little detail when it’s clear,” Steve started to say and Sam threw his arms in the air to show he was clearly frustrated with the big guys in front of him.

“She doesn’t know that the three of you are in a relationship. It all adds up, now. You need to have a talk, because she clearly thinks she is single. I heard herself saying that more than once tonight.”

Steve looked at Bucky. “Do you think he’s right?” he asked his boyfriend.

Bucky just raised his hands and shoulder to show he had no idea. Until now he didn’t even question it, but he thought they had made it clear after you had come back from the date and they were confused as hell. The three of you were almost always cuddled together on the couch or on the chairs in the garden, when one of the two insisted that you could still fit on one of their lounge chairs. Or the little dates they went on like the little café a few streets down your house.

Or the stroll around the little park when it had suddenly started to rain and he had given you his baseball cap while Steve insisted you would get his hoodie because he wouldn’t get sick. You had held Bucky's hand on the way back to the house after you had waited under a tree for the rain to stop.

“Do you think that is why she always asked if we wanted to get a house of our own?” Bucky concluded.

“You are so dumb. I think you have to fix that,” Sam said and was the first one to leave the room.

You were surprised when suddenly Steve and Bucky were around you and after the fourth time they had hinted that they were tired you asked if you wanted to leave the party. They agreed eagerly after you said goodnight to a few people you were on your way to the house.

You sat on the passenger seat, although you had argued that you’d be fine to sit in the back. Now Bucky sat behind you and you had pushed your seat forward so he could have at least a little space. Steve’s right hand was on your leg and he only took it away to change the gear.

“Okay, what is wrong with you? You’re acting strange,” you said finally and turned around so you could see Bucky which caused Steve to lose his hold on your leg.

Bucky thought about denying it, but it didn’t feel right.

“Can we talk about it at home, honey?” Steve asked instead and you nodded. You turned back around and the rest of the drive was quiet. When Steve parked the car in front of your house and you loosened the seatbelt, Bucky had already opened your car door and held out a hand in front of you. You raised an eyebrow at that but still accepted it. What was going on?

“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?” Steve asked when you stepped inside.

“No, I want to know what is going on.”

You decided to sit down on the couch, so you could at least sit comfortable and you tucked your feet under your legs. It looked like the two men didn’t know where to sit, but they decided on the other side of the couch next to each other. “So, will one of you finally tell me what is going on?”

“It seems like we’re not all on the same page with what is going on here,” Steve started and made a motion with his finger to the three of you. You cocked your eyebrow again to show him he should continue, because to be honest you were lost. “You know that Bucky and I are in a relationship, right?” Bucky’s hand had grabbed Steve’s. And did he seem nervous?

You nodded. This was where they would tell you that you had crossed a line. Although when you thought about it, Steve’s hand had rested on your thigh not even 20 minutes ago.

“Doll, the point is... we thought we made it clear that we’re in a relationship,” Bucky stepped in.

“You did, I knew from the start. I mean you share the room with one bed. This is where you can be whoever you want to be. I won’t judge you,” you said quickly.

“Doll, Steve and I thought we had made it clear that we’re in a relationship with you. Steve, you and me.” It looked like he wanted to grab your hand but then he pulled back as if he was afraid of your reaction.

You mouth was open and you only closed it when you noticed that your tongue got dry. “The three of us? I’m so confused. Since when? I mean we haven’t even kissed,” you rambled.

Steve decided to be brave and grabbed your hand then. “Love is shown in many ways. It doesn’t always have to be physical and we just thought that wasn’t what you wanted. It took Bucky a long time to get comfortable with touching and it sometimes is still hard for him. But I think I do have to make it clear, honey. I love you and not just in a platonic way. It’s the same love I hold for Bucky and if you want to and if you feel the same, we’d love to be in a relationship with you.”

“If you need time, or hell,” Bucky swallowed, “if you don’t want to be with us or doesn’t want us around anymore, just say the word and we’ll leave.”

“I’ll grab a glass of water. Give me a moment, I’ll be back, okay?” You couldn’t answer them right now, there was so much going on. They wanted to be in a relationship with you? And they assumed that you already were an item? You wondered what had changed. Wait, was that why Sam had greeted you as their girlfriend? It hadn’t been a joke. And if they had told Sam, or maybe even Natasha... that means that this was something serious. But you still couldn’t figure out why they hadn’t talked to you.

“We need to work on your communication skills,” you said when you walked back, the glass of water long forgotten. “I'm not sure how to go from here,” you admitted.

“We can continue just as we were. Nothing has to change except we don’t see others romantically. We can go just as slow as you want or we don’t have to change anything.”

“Can we talk about this in the morning and just cuddle right now?” you asked and you could clearly see the relief on the guys face.

“Of course, doll,” Bucky answered and opened his arms.

“Let’s go change into something comfortable before, okay?” You took his hand and the three of you walked into your respective rooms. When you walked out of your room in some comfy clothes you could hear Steve and Bucky talking in their room. You couldn’t understand what they were saying, but you knocked on the door. The talking stopped and Steve opened the door.

You stepped from one foot to the other. “Maybe we can cuddle here,” you said when you looked up. Why you were suddenly so nervous around them you didn’t know. Steve nodded and stepped aside so you could enter the room.

Bucky noticed you hesitating and took your hand again. “Come here,” he said and lead you to the bed. He got comfortable on the right side and when you crawled after him he pulled you to his chest. Steve got on your other side and put an arm around your waist.

You felt Bucky's breath on your neck. “Just to make it clear, doll. I love you too,” he said and a feather light kiss was pressed into your neck.

“I can’t believe that you let me walk into a room full of people who knew about your feelings for me and I didn’t. Why couldn’t you just say anything? And why did you tell Sam and not me?” you said after a while because you couldn’t just wait for tomorrow.

“We thought it was obvious. And Sam just called your our girlfriend once and we didn’t deny it and then we called you our girlfriend. That’s kind of how we told them.”

“I always felt so guilty when one of you cuddled with me, but then you showed me in affection wen the other one was around and it was just so confusing. I’m glad we cleared that now, though,” you said and wrapped your hand around Bucky’s while your other one rested against Steve’s chest.

“We’re sorry,” Steve mumbled. You laid there and enjoyed their presence until you got sleepy. But you weren’t ready to share the bed and so you started to get up. “I’ll go to sleep, we’ll see each other for breakfast.” When you were about to walk out you stopped in the doorway. “I’m really glad you came clear. Goodnight boys.”

“Sleep well, doll.”

The next day you were woken by a knock on your door. “Good Morning, honey. We prepared breakfast.” You tried to raise a eyebrow.

“Am I in a parallel universe? I’ll come soon,” you said and pulled away your blanket to make your way to the bathroom. When you made your way to the kitchen you were greeted with the smell of food and you did a double take when you spotted the flowers on the table and the stuff that was neatly arranged.

“We wanted to make it special for the first date that the three of us will be aware of. We went to the bakery you liked so much,” Steve explained while he filled some glasses with juice, not really noticing that the juice was spilling over as he waited for your reaction.

“Well, thank you, boyfriends,” you said with a smile on your lips as you sat down. You were aware of the pressure that fell from the tall guys in the room.

“I'm glad you like it, doll,” Bucky pressed a kiss to your cheek before he sat down on the chair next to you, while Steve was busy cleaning the counter. He was about to sit down in front of you, when you asked if you wouldn’t get a good morning kiss from him. You knew he was a super soldier and he had good reflexes but you were pretty sure you have never seen him move so fast before. He was about to kiss your cheek but you turned around and stunned him when suddenly your lips connected. He was shocked, that much you could tell, but it didn’t hinder him from kissing you back gently.

He shared a quick glance with Bucky when you disconnected, but the other man wasn’t about to say anything. He meant what he said when he told you the night before that they would go in your pace. But when you looked at him and asked if you could have a kiss from him too he didn’t hesitate to kiss you.

“So, now that that’s out of the way. I’m starving,” you said and started to put some food on your plate. “What are we going to do today?”

“Whatever you want,” Steve and Bucky said at the same time which caused you to laugh

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Play Me Like Your Guitar

Title: Play Me Like Your Guitar

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: band!AU, romance, smut, a sprinkle of drama

Warnings: finger play, handjob, protected sex, FLUFF and teasing

Word Count: 6.197

Summary: In order to improve your guitar skills, you decide to take private lessons to get accepted into a newly formed band. But the first lesson does not go the way you have imagined at all.

Jaehyun had sex like he played the guitar - rhythmic, steady, precise, and with a proficiency that no one dared to doubt.

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You looked into the eyes of a boy around your age, his gaze reflecting as much surprise as your own expression must have given away after he had opened the door for you.

His dark brown hair was messily pushed back and he was wearing a pair of washed-out ripped jeans with a simple white v-necked t-shirt. A silver necklace was adorning his neck, trailing down to his revealed collarbones until the delicate string of chains ended behind his clothe's fabric where an oddly shaped pendant silhouetted against his shirt.

Your gaze wandered up again and you noticed that his expression had changed. He was grinning slyly at you, and where the door had only been slightly ajar before, it was now opened completely so that you could get a view of the apartment's interior behind him.

“Hi!” he greeted you joyfully. “Are you here for the guitar lesson? You’re very early.”

“Uhm… yes.” You took a short, but decent bow before starting an apology, “I’m sorry for the inconvenience with my early appearance. I just didn’t want to be late.”

You had never been to this part of the town before, and since it was your first lesson, you didn’t want to leave a bad impression at your tutor.

Actually, you had been very unsure whether to really come or not, but your ambition had driven you to take the opportunity and accept the offer of this guitar-playing student that was pinned on your college’s bulletin board, who was willing to teach advanced learners for an affordable amount of money.

When you had been going up the stairs of the apartment complex, it was anxiousness and insecurity that accompanied you, because the thoughts whether he was someone nice who taught with patience or someone who would scold you every time were keeping you up at night.

But your first impression of him was not bad at all. Absolutely not.

“No problem,” he assured you and made a welcoming gesture to invite you in his apartment. “I’m Jaehyun, your tutor.”

You nodded thankfully, introduced yourself as well and followed Jaehyun into his apartment, your huge bag with your acoustic guitar on your back. It was a neat flat, modernly furnished, and you seated yourself on the couch in the middle of the room as you put down your bag, just now perceiving the other acoustic guitar, hanging on the wall in the corner of the room.

“You’re also playing the acoustic guitar?” you asked curiously, and he nodded.

“Sometimes, but I’m more of an electric guitar player,” your tutor explained as he seated himself beside you.

As though he had broken the ice with this information, you shifted around to face him with your brightest smile. “So, you play in a band?”

“Yeah, occasionally,” he said casually.

“That’s awesome!” you returned. “I want to audition for a band next week. They are looking for a new guitarist and I’ve always wanted to join a group instead of playing only for myself. I saw a notice on the college’s bulletin board and just thought why not? I’ve been playing the guitar for 8 years already, though I’ve taken a hiatus for like a year and only laid a hand on it last week again. I’m not very sure whether my skills are up to par enough to be accepted since I think I’ve gotten quite rusty, which is why I want to take some lessons to improve myself.”

Jaehyun chuckled lightly as his lips tilted up to form a smirk, and for a moment, you thought that you might have overwhelmed him with too much information that didn’t interest him at all, luring out mockery.

“Cool,” he just answered and seemed to shrug it off instantly so that you almost felt regret for having talked to him so bluntly right away. He nodded in the direction of your guitar bag. “Want to show me what you're capable of?”

You nodded directly, slightly ashamed over your sudden outburst since he didn't seem so interested in it anyway, and reached out for your bag in front of your feet. Zipping it open, you pulled out your guitar, and with a certain carefulness, you placed it on your lap, grabbing the fingerboard with your left hand and holding the body with the other.

“I’ll quickly tune it up,” you explained.

Jaehyun nodded again, watching you fiddling with the neck of the guitar as you changed the positions of the tuning keys by turning them to get the right strains on the strings for the certain note. You plucked on each string a few times until the note sounded right in your ears and moved on to the next one until you were finished.

Satisfied, you turned aside to ask Jaehyun, “Shall I just start playing something randomly now or—“

But within a second, he had moved forward to take the same position as you. He wound his arms around each side of your body and grabbed on the guitar himself, his left hand over your own on the fingerboard and his right hand over yours on the guitar body, his chest pressed against your back and his face right beside yours as his voice whispered huskily, “This tone doesn’t sound quite right.”

You startled and your body stiffened as you felt him so close to you. Not daring to make a single move or to even take a short breath, you just sat there and perceived every little movement he did; how his fingers brushed over yours and plucked the strings, how his soft breath was always next to your ear, how his body leaned against yours, holding you in a half-embrace.

Unwillingly, your own body became weak, and it was undeniable due to the closeness of your tutor.

“I fixed it,” Jaehyun then declared firmly, pulling you out of your thoughts that had only revolved around him as he withdrew himself from you.

Feeling like if he had noticed your short absence as he grinned at you, you quickly turned your gaze away as you flushed a little and grabbed on your guitar a little firmer now that his hands on yours were gone.

You couldn’t deny the fact that the position in which you both had been before felt very pleasant, evoking feels in you that you had been missing out on for quite a time. And now that he had withdrawn himself, you actually felt like missing the embrace from before.

“Just quickly show me what you are capable of and we’ll figure out what you’re lacking in,” Jaehyun suggested and automatically, you nodded obediently.

Still overwhelmed by the act from before and a bit confused, you held your guitar rather awkwardly like you were unskilled, and as you plucked on the strings, the melody of the song you actually wanted to play sounded totally different from what you had in mind. It was like all the years of learning the instrument had been blown away, leaving you unskilled but with a mind full of something or better say someone else.

You weren’t with your thoughts by the act you actually needed to perform anymore, and it was all because of your tutor who was rather hot, you finally admitted to yourself.

Jaehyun chuckled light-heartedly and moved close to you again, looping his arms around you and pressing his body against to yours like before. And just like he had moved a lever with it, your heart suddenly started to pound faster, making a sudden hotness wash through your body that evoked a sizzling fire between you two.

His skin brushed over yours as he plucked the strings, his arms softly and rhythmically moving against yours, his face next to yours with his cheek almost touching your ear as he hummed the song he was playing.

“You need to pluck a little lighter,” he whispered, playing the same short melody over and over again.

But the melody couldn’t bother you less at that moment since you weren’t paying attention to the things he did to the guitar but rather the things he did with you.

You held your breath when he suddenly stopped, afraid that he would withdraw again like he had done before – but he didn’t. Instead, you perceived him shifting, and you instantly got goose bumps as you felt his lips brushing over your earlobe. The strength in your hands suddenly vanished and your body became utterly weak again. If Jaehyun hadn’t hold the guitar at that moment, it would’ve dropped on the ground, and truthfully you wouldn’t even care a bit.

“The strings are very sensitive which is why you don’t need to pluck so hard,” your tutor muttered, and every word that found its way into your ear made you melt away in his arms.

He was so close, and each move of his lips against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

“What are your sensitive spots?” he asked suddenly.

Although you couldn’t see his expression right now, you could swear that he was grinning while questioning you. Taken aback by this bold question, you didn’t know what to answer first, lowering your head and swallowing hard.

“That’s… not a part of the lesson,” you tried to fight, but inwardly you knew that, if he would truly make a move, you would lose.

“Well,” he started, not making a move to even slightly change his position, “you said you wanted to have lessons to improve yourself… but you didn’t say in what topic.”

“What—“

“I’m not only good in playing the guitar, you know,” he cut you off.

But before you could even get the chance to return something, you were interrupted again by Jaehyun tugging on your hair to tilt your head a bit. You let out a hearable gasp as he placed his mouth on the side of your neck and left a soft kiss right there.

Your grip around the guitar’s fingerboard became tighter when he began to suck harshly on your neck, even taking some skin between his teeth to nibble playfully on that spot. A ticklish, yet excited feeling spread through your limbs and filled you up to your last fiber, leaving you in disappointment as you felt him pulling his lips back.

“Number one found,” Jaehyun chuckled into your ear.

Before you could happen to think properly again, you opened your mouth to let out another gasp that got stuck in your throat and rendered you silent. He had wandered with his free hand under your shirt, slowly sliding his fingertips along your naked skin, and every inch that he moved over, made you shiver pleasantly.

He stopped at the area of your navel, rubbing circular patterns around that spot that made you chuckle slightly due to the ticklish feeling. Although he had the rough fingertips of a guitarist, you didn’t notice anything of this at all. His touches were soft and tender and utterly careful.

Satisfied with himself, Jaehyun stated, “Number two found.”

Within seconds, you found his lips placed on the side of your neck again while his hand was holding your body tightly against his, his palms still resting on your naked tummy under your shirt. He sucked on your sensitive spot but didn’t concentrate on there only. He kissed upwards, soft lips caressing your skin as you bent your head aside to give him more space.

You fluttered your lids, trying to gather serious thoughts as you muttered, “But the guitar le—“

“Right,” Jaehyun returned instantly, withdrew his hand that had kept you close to him and grabbed the guitar to place it carefully on the table.

He turned around and kneeled in front of you as he held on either side of your thighs to move you closer to him. He spread your legs and seated himself on the ground between them, letting his palms rest on your thighs, only the thin fabric of your pants hindering you from meeting skin on skin.

“I mean the lesson—“ You tried again.

But he reached out his hands and held on each side of your face as he pulled you down to him, your faces so close to each other that only an inch prevented your lips from meeting one another. Your eyes reflected insecurity, confusion, but also excitement and anticipation.

“Your body is telling me that you want me to help you improve in other topics.”

And with that, Jaehyun pulled you in for a kiss.

It was a rather chaste and less demanding kiss in the beginning, one that was testing the waters as he massaged your lips as softly as he had done on your neck before, experimenting how far he could go first. You were hesitant as well, returning his kisses with slight, almost unnoticeable movements.

But it was not too long before you reached out your hands to grab on his shoulders for hold before you opened your lips fully, giving him consent to continue and deepen the kiss. You could feel him smiling as he pulled you so close that your chests almost touched.

His tongue smoothly rolled with yours before he licked over your lower lip, nibbling on the flesh and heating you up even more like that before pushing his tongue back into you. Faster than you thought, you got carried away with the kiss, as it was one of the kind that you had never experienced that intensely before.

So you didn’t notice how Jaehyun had hooked your ankles around his waist and lifted you off the couch with both his hands carrying your body by holding onto your bum.

Within the next moment, he had placed you onto his bed after removing your shirt and pants, leaving you only in your underwear as he positioned himself on top of you. You watched in awe how he got rid of his shirt, grabbing onto the hem of the clothing to pull it over his head in one swift movement, leaving his hair in such a sexy mess that you couldn’t turn your gaze away from him.

Jaehyun smirked sexily, obviously aware of the effect he had on you. When he bent down to you, you reached out and entwined your fingers around the pendant of his necklace, pulling him closer to you to capture his lips.

As he returned the kiss passionately, you traced your fingers along his chest, running your fingertips down his naked skin. Under your touch, you could feel him shiver slightly, making your realize that he felt exactly the same that you did when he touched your own body; excitement, anticipation, but also a hint of insecurity.

With a quick movement, you made you both change your positions so that you were sitting on Jaehyun's lap now, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you fiddled with the zipper of his jeans. His erection was already straining against his pants. Your tutor let out a mischievous laughter as you threw a curious gaze at him, slightly taken aback and insecure whether you were doing the right thing.

But he only said, “Doesn’t look like that I need to teach you anymore.”

Jaehyun was obviously surprised, but satisfied with what you were doing. Grinning back at him, you pulled his pants down his thighs, revealing a huge visible tent that was kept hidden underneath the thick fabric. You tugged on the hem of his boxers, freeing his cock that instantly slapped back on his stomach.

“Touch me,” Jaehyun pleaded, and where you had watched his boner in awe before, he had pulled you out of your thoughts now and you nodded, willing to fulfill him this wish.

Tenderly, you grabbed hold of his cock on the base and slowly moved your hand along his length all the way up. You heard a relieved sigh and as you lifted your head to look at Jaehyun, he had his head rolled back while an arm was put over his forehead, covering half of his face.

By the time you’ve reach his tip, brushing with your thumb over the sensitive spot, a low groan came out of his mouth, and you perceived him gritting his teeth, then biting on his lower lip as he stretched out his arms, but kept his eyes shut close.

Somehow, it made you really proud of what you were able to do with him, so you took it a little further. You continued sliding your hand up and down his length while the other hand massaged the area around his base. In the beginning, your pace was rather slow and soft, but as Jaehyun let out a long-lasting moan and an even louder “Fuck!” you decided to tease him even a little more.

You increased your pace, sliding up and down rhythmically, fast and steady, feeling him growing even more under your palms, if that was possible.

It was only moments later when the first drops of his precum was built on his tip that you took the opportunity to lower your head and deliciously let your tongue lick over his head to sip it all up. But as you parted your lips to take him into your mouth fully, Jaehyun had already flipped you over and pinned you against the mattress with his entire weight, making it impossible for you to move anymore.

“Enough,” he breathed, sweat glistening on his forehead as he hovered over you. “It’s my turn. I am the tutor.”

He lifted your body up a bit by reaching with both of his hands under your back to unhook your bra which he then took off and tossed on the ground. He touched your left breast, first on the top slope before he lifted his hand and only run the fingertips across the mound. You mewled quietly to his touches, your nipples hardening as Jaehyun rolled his fingers around your sensitive spot.

“Another one found,” he muttered, a smile forming on his lips as his warm hand closed around your breast.

It was fully hefted into his palms before he brought up his free hand and did the same to the other breast. Placing himself fully between your legs, you felt his hard-on twitching between your thighs, only the thin fabric of your lace panties keeping your intimate parts from finding each other.

Your own body started to twitch under his as Jaehyun lowered his head and licked with his tongue over your left breast, leaving a path of saliva and making you cry out louder than you had intended. Slyly grinning, he blew over that spot, causing your curved skin to form goose bumps due to the coldness of his liquid. Bending further, he embraced your nipple with his soft lips and sucked on it harshly, but carefully as your hands found their ways to his head to look for a grip by burying your fingers in his silky hair.

Jaehyun showed a certain proficiency as he played with your breasts, kissing around the nub that he had made sensitive and placing tender kisses around the area before he got back to teasing you again, even biting slightly into it which made you cry out once more. Not because of the pain though, but because you were craving for more and for him to finally go further.

Your pink tips shuddered under his touches, but when you threw your head back to glory his mouth play a bit more, it was something else that made you shriek.

Jaehyun had bucked his hips purposely so that his revealed boner was now sliding across your still hidden core, and where you had been only wet before, you were dripping now.

“Let’s see whether this is a sensitive spot too.”

“What?!”

Your eyes widened in question, but Jaehyun said nothing. He laid himself fully on top of you, his chest on your chest, the cold metal of his necklace touching your still heated skin as he shifted his position and fixated his weight on only one side of his body. Nonetheless he managed to pull you in for a kiss which didn’t last long because you broke it instantly and breathed for air.

“Yes, there too,” Jaehyun said confidently when your entire body flinched as his thumb pressed on your clit, massaging it in circular motions.

You threw your head back, your body arched and you dug your nails into his shoulders as pleasant shudders ran down your spine right to your toes while he worked magic on your body, playing with it precisely.

Instinctively, you brought your legs together as your tutor dragged his middle finger along your covered folds, your next moan getting swallowed in his mouth as he wandered upwards again, repeating this movement a few times until you were dripping in his hand and your panties soaking.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded and you reacted obediently, although it was very hard to do so when he was still playing with you around there.

You threw your head aside, your upper body lifting off the mattress as your back arched. Jaehyun had pushed two fingers into you, and just as your thighs wanted to react like before, squeezing shut, he now rested one arm on your inner leg, keeping your limbs separated that way.

He worked slowly in the beginning, sliding in and out lewdly, teasing you and smiling over every moan that fell from your lips, but as he increased his pace, pumping in and out of you with a certain force on the right spots, your legs began to flinch uncontrollably under his, announcing the upcoming release to which he drove you further with his finger play.

Then, Jaehyun withdrew his fingers and sat up, leaving your core still twitching hotly, missing his touches already. His hair was messier than before due to your own fingers running through his curls and as he looked up, throwing a gaze at you, you couldn’t help but to smile at each other.

Jaehyun then raised his finger, licking the juice all up, and you actually happened to think that this was the sexiest scene you had ever seen. The look he threw at you was filled with lust and anticipation for the upcoming act, but also with a certain kindness and esteem towards you.

He had worked on your body like a guitar, playing the sensitive strings with precision, but deliberately and gently, exactly knowing where to work to lure out the best sounds of you. His finger play was the work of a very experienced guitar player, his fingertips rough, but he still knew how to use them to make you feel good.

He made you the instrument while he was the player, turning you completely obedient to each of his motions.

Jaehyun then bent his head and peppered butterfly kisses in between your breasts, tracing them downwards along your stomach, then to your navel, your groin, and even further till he reached the hem of your panties. Seating himself up again, he took your legs and laid them over his shoulder, tugging on your panties that he then slid off your legs and tossed it, with the rest of his own clothes, to the ground. Reaching over you, he opened the drawer of his nightstand and took out a condom that he unpacked and rolled over his erection.

Jaehyun placed himself back on top of you, his cock twitching between your inner thighs in anticipation as you could already feel his tip at your entrance. You two kept close eye contact as he pushed himself into you, not too fast, but slowly and carefully since he didn’t know how he would fit into you yet. Studying every change your expression made, he watched you sighing in relief when he glided in, the reaction assuring him that you were okay.

He stretched you with every inch he plunged in, making you dig your nails deeper into his back. As he eased himself in you, you perceived how good the way he filled you up felt, making you feel completed. Your bodies just matched perfectly.

You bucked your hips impatiently, catching your tutor off guard for a moment by sending pleasure down his body and making him lose his control for a short time. But after he had found his position again, leaning over you, he let out a short laughter as if he surely wanted to take this competition.

Jaehyun's arms were propped on either side of your head on the pillow as he began to move. And this time, he didn’t start slowly like all of his acts before, and you thanked him for this inwardly since he had heated up the both of you with his promising foreplay already.

Jaehyun had sex like he played the guitar - rhythmic, steady, precise, and with a proficiency that no one dared to doubt.

He thrusted into you with a certain force, but never too harsh to make you cry out in pain or too fast to hinder you from enjoying it. He plunged in and out of you, his hips steadily grinding against yours. You met his pace by moving your own hips with his rhythm, increasing the sensation that was built between the both of you in your connected parts.

He had moved an arm under your back, lifting up your body a bit while you had rolled your head back, revealing your sensitive neck area that Jaehyun was now caressing with kisses as he dipped his head, planting passionate smooches and every now and then soft pecks onto your skin.

Every time Jaehyun slid out and needed too long for your impatient body to push back in, you unknowingly scratched his back, crying out his name, wanting even more, and by the third time, he came to know your cravings all to well and do this on purpose just to have you call out his name over and over again “Jaehyun… Jaehyun… Jaehyun…!!”

He took his other hand to reach down to your thigh and wound your leg around his waist, bringing your sweaty bodies together, his chest brushing against your breasts, every movement luring a mewl out of your mouth while his hot breath was close to your ear, his breathing pace increasing as each thrust passed. He plunged in and out, your body becoming an entangled mess, your lips craving for more kisses and your skin craving for more touches.

Jaehyun's chest parted from yours as he brought his upper body up to grab on the headboard, ready for the climax. You studied in amazement how his majestic chest, covered in glistening sweat, rose in front of your sight, how he increased his pace and closed his eyes, and you took all of his rough poundings as he lowered his head and released a loud groan that was followed by a few quieter ones, shudders running down his spine as he released himself into you.

Against your expectations, he didn’t let go of you yet. He wanted you to come now as well. Within the next second, he had lifted you off the mattress, causing you to let out a surprised “Ah!” and had you placed on his lap in a seating position as he held your body firmly against his.

You looped your arms around his neck and dipped your head, resting your forehead on his shoulder as he thrusted upwards, more forceful than he had done before, but the effect was incredible. Your moans got muffled in the crook of his neck as your body bounced on his thighs steadily. He held onto your hips to keep them down as he rotated his own in circular motions, purposely focused on stimulating your clit by grinding against you, and as he began thrusting again, you came as well with one hard jolt of his that was followed by several other ones while he let you ride it out.

And as you did come in shudders that sent spasms down to your body, with your head thrown back, with your hands holding onto Jaehyun's shoulders, with your legs wounded around his waist and with Jaehyun embracing your body to not let you fall over, you let out the tone that was the most pleasant one in his ears – the one of you calling out his name: “Jaehyun…”

You were still naked in bed as Jaehyun came back with his guitar and seated himself beside you. You wrapped the blanket around your body and brought your legs close to your chest to rest your chin on your knees and listened to him playing. You had your eyes closed in the beginning, listening to the wonderful melodies he created with the instrument, absorbing every note of it, trying to remember and memorize every single accord and tone.

You were carried away by the magic of the moment and truthfully, you didn’t want him to ever stop playing again.

Peeking through strands of your hair, you secretly caught a glimpse at him and your heart started to flutter when you saw him sitting there, half-naked and utterly sexy, his messy hair now down and framing his face; his expression was concentrating, his gaze fixated on the guitar, yet he had time to quickly look up and return your soft expression.

Flushing, you lowered your gaze again as your heart throbbed fast against your chest, but it wasn’t quick enough to not have perceived the smile that he was flashing at you and in secrecy, you smiled back.

As he was finished with the song, Jaehyun put the guitar aside and shifted his sight at you, the kind smile still lingering around his lips.

“Too bad that we couldn’t come to the lesson anymore,” he said, but you both started to chuckle simultaneously because the sentence was filled with pure sarcasm to which the truth you both couldn’t deny.

“So… Your time is still not over,” he grinned slyly and moved towards you, his hands on your waist as he approached you. “How about some extra lessons then?”

You welcomed him happily with an open-mouthed kiss as he gently pushed you back onto the mattress, placing your head on the pillow and himself between your legs. As he seated himself up to remove his boxers for the next round, you saw it.

You saw it clearly and you didn’t know why you hadn't noticed it before. The oddly shaped pendant on his necklace was not some sort of a cryptic modern jewelry that one could not exactly define. It was a letter in capitals.

The letter “T”.

Within a moment that didn’t even last a single second, your view on this whole situation changed as the world, in which you had been living in the past hour, broke down.

You didn’t know why you had let yourself lure into this situation in the first place. Perhaps, it was his charm, the magic of the moment or your own craving for physical attention. And even if it was all three of them, it wouldn’t explain why the news now hurt so much since feelings weren’t involved in the first place anyways.

But the thought that Jaehyun had most likely a girlfriend, a girl so precious that he was always wearing her around his neck, just shattered you for reasons you couldn’t exactly define. And by the time he had perceived your changed mien, you realized that it utterly bothered you that it wasn’t your name he was wearing on his necklace after you had shared such a beautiful moment.

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun asked worriedly, his expression as lost as yours.

You pushed him from top of you and moved to the side of the bed to collect your clothes.

“I need to go,” you quickly said, trying to sound as normal and strong as you could.

At first, it seemed like Jaehyun let you go willingly, but after you were fully dressed and wanted to leave his room, he grabbed for your wrist and made you stay.

“What’s wrong?” he repeated again, demanding an answer.

But you didn’t want him to triumph over another trophy by turning around and let yourself get humiliated.

So you just freed your arm with one fast jolt and left the apartment as fast as possible. You didn’t even waste time by putting your guitar back in the bag as you just grabbed each item and left the apartment before Jaehyun could even catch up on you.

By the time he had reached the living room, he just perceived the noise of the door falling shut, and when opened it again to call out for your name, you were already running down the stairs as fast as you could, sudden tears blocking your view which you frantically blinked away.

You didn’t stop running until a few blocks down the street, exhausted, tired and your heart so sad that you could barely breathe.

When you pulled open the door to the rehearsal room, you were actually surprised that there weren't many people auditioning as well. To be exact: There was no other person aside from you.

You pulled out the paper from the bulletin board with the date and time of the audition, but except for the fact that you were early as always, they were absolutely correct. Insecurely, you stepped in and closed the door behind you.

Immediately, a boy around your age came towards you, greeting you happily with a decent bow. “Hello, are you y/n?”

You nodded, surprised over his sudden happiness to see you. “Yes. Am I right here for the audition? Because I don’t see anyone else.”

“That’s because there won’t be anyone else,” he announced with a smile. “You’re our new member.”

“What?” Your eyes widened in surprise, unsure of whether you had heard right, and that was why the guy repeated,

“You’re our new guitarist. Congratulations!”

“What about the audition? The other applicants?”

“They’ve gotten rejected by our leader beforehand already,” he explained.

“Seriously? Why?”

“Because I said so.”

The voice that cut off your conversation was coming from another direction and oddly, it seemed very familiar.

As you turned around, you were facing a boy standing beside other two, a boy that you had been trying so hard to forget during the past days, but had never entirely succeeded in doing so.

And as your gaze fell on the pendant of his necklace again, everything fell together, relief and realization hitting you. Suddenly, you felt so much longing for him that you just wanted to run towards him and let him take you into his arms.

Like he had heard your thoughts, Jaehyun approached you and put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him and placing a fond kiss on your temple.

“She’s mine,” he announced to his three fellow band mates, “so don’t you dare laying a hand on her, right?”

A moment later, after a playful quarrel between the boys and the introduction of each of you, you were seated in front of the small stage in their rehearsal room, Jaehyun standing in front of you, playing the guitar and singing, the guy who had greeted you was on the drums, another played the bass and the last one was on the keyboard. In order to get to know them more as a band and their music since you would join them as their new guitarist, they had deiced to give you a private concert.

Although you were trying to memorize and enjoy the songs, your eyes were almost always with Jaehyun.

Neither of you held yourselves back to hide the affection between you both with longing gazes that had only gotten more intensive during your time of separation. Jaehyun's slender body moved slowly and rhythmically to the music, his electric guitar always firmly in his hands as he shook his head to each tone he was playing, his hair messily swirling around.

But what specifically caught your attention today was his voice as he sang. You hadn't known that he was the lead singer as well which was another reason why you were especially drawn to him now. He had a rather deep singing voice, yet a very smooth and soft one which never got shaky regardless of the notes he needed to hit.

Jaehyun held onto the microphone as he stopped playing every now and then to concentrate on the singing, closing his eyes to hit the right notes, and every time he opened them, you were the first thing he looked at.

You knew that there were many things you needed to talk over.

First of all, you owed him an apology, but you also knew that there was much time left for you both. Now that you were playing in the same band, you’d spend more time together - time that would be filled with lessons in the rehearsal room.

Real guitar lessons in his living room, improvised guitar lessons in between the sheets and promising dates to get to know each other more.

Because T actually stood for the name of his band, but T could also stand for Together.

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Prohibited.

Forbidden.

PAIRING. Ransom Drysdale x Reader.

SUMMARY. Ransom asked for you to come, so you did. Having in mind what would eventually happen, and with the full intention to enjoy yourself while you are at it.

But soon, you find your thought deep in reminiscence on how you and your “cousin” had started this prohibited relationship in the first place.

A/N. DARK AU. It’s a very DARK series! ANGST AND SMUT (explicit sexual content, 18+ only), slight Daddy Kink. Mentions of incest (kind of... not really. Do not read it if it makes you uncomfortable). Ransom, as usual, is a d***. In the flashback, reader is 20/21, still studying in a private school before going to college. And Ransom is 23/24.

This is Sequel/Prequel of Forbidden. Don’t hesitate to leave a comments, your thoughts, and feedback. I hope you will like it and thank you for reading.

A lots of Love. Lex! xx

WORDS. 3972ish.

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You knew you could just open the door and let yourself in Ransom's house. However, after working for the last years on the West Coast, you didn't know on what ground your relationship stood. Except, when Ransom opened his front door, a faint smile creeping on his lips, his blue eyes mischievous, you knew you were still close from his perspective.

" I thought you would never come. " He greeted you, pushing his body to the side for you to step inside. " I was spending time with the family. " You announced to him, removing your light jacket from your shoulders. " You know, our family. The same family who celebrates Easter and every other holiday together. The family I didn't have the chance to catch up with since I left. " You informed him, tucking your jacket under your arm. " And who's fault is that? " He whispered, embracing your body from behind, his arms on your lower stomach, his face leaning on the crook of your neck.

You deeply sighed already annoyed but pressed your back against his chest, your head against his shoulder, the softest of his sweater under your cheek made your mind quiet for a minute.

" You know, I wasn't the one who left. " Ransom mumbled his lips against your ear. "I wasn't the one who moves across the country, breaking up what we had." " Something we should never have started. " You murmured, your eyes looking at his fancy carpet on the floor. " I took the best decision, and I don't regret anything. " " You sure, baby? " Ransom nudged his nose against your neck and pressed a soft kiss on your skin.

No. No, you weren't sure. But you have made a decision back then; to stop what you have with Ransom. Your cousin. Something that started so quickly that you always wondered how everything had unfolded so fast.

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a couple of years ago;

You always loved to go to Harlan's when you wanted to do your homework. It was quiet, from your little sister begging for you to come to play with her and your mom babbling on and on about a new product. Harlan being a calm, and peaceful man always loved you to come to his place, to talk and grab something to eat and drink or just work. But this afternoon, another person was here beside you.

" Ransom what happened! " You shouted out, frowning your eyebrows at his poor sight.

Leaning on the counter, his hands holding a frozen bag of peas against his cheek, your cousin sighed deeply watching you warily stepped inside the kitchen. You could see the form of a red bruise under his makeshift band-aids.

" Nothing. " He grumbled, dropping his gaze on the floor, annoyed by your question. " Alright. " You grimaced in front of his awful bad mood and shrugged your shoulders. " I'm gonna do my homework here if it doesn't bother you. " You announced to him with a faint smile, dropping your bag on the floor and taking a seat at the smaller table. " Whatever. " He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and pushed his back to you.

You remembered being close with your cousin a long time ago, when you were both just small children. You will never forget the playtime you used to have together, in trees building some kind of cabin and pretending to be either pirates or bandits. But as you both grew, and you both become more different having other hobbies, and interests, you grew apart from one and another. Also, Ransom growing up as dickhead wasn't helping your relationship. A fresh glass of juice and some good cookies and you were in a perfect mood to start your homework. Beginning with a paper on the French Revolution. But a loud noise coming through the TV prevented you to focus on the lines of your book. Glaring at your cousin's back, you quietly swore seeing him increasing the device's volumes, the voice of sports commentators echoing through the kitchen as the pictures of a baseball game played on the screen.

" Can't you just go to the study, living room, or your mom's room to watch the game? " You asked irritated by his selfish behavior. " I'm kind of working here. " You told him, biting your lips to not insult him as you should. " Can't. " Ransom replied, his back still turned toward you. " I don't want to miss anything from the game. " He added, leaning his side on the counter. " Ransom, I'm sure you missing out a few seconds of this won't be the end of the world. " You sighed, throwing your pen on the table as you heard the loud cheers from the crowd while a player does some kind of throw. " Yes, it would be. " He simply declared, starting to tap his fingers on the table next to him.

You rolled your eyes, holding yourself to push him on the ground, and started to chocked the life out of him. You took a deep breath, collecting your thought, and tried to concentrate, once again on the history page until a fast and quick hand grab your book from the table. You snapped your eyes up toward the culprit. Your older cousin's face was holding the book pretending to be interested in the pages.

" And what's this about? " Ransom asked, completely mocking you and making you lose time with his childish behavior. Maybe he hasn't grown up that much. " Ransom, give it back! " You ordered, raising and walking toward where he stood. You tried to reach for your book, but he dodged his hands, a smile playing on his face. " That's not funny but childish, R'. Come on'. " You tried again but your cousin ducked his hands to the other side under your frustrated and angry gaze. " You haven't grown for a bit, haven't you?" " And, you are still the whiny, stuck-up little girl who don't know how to have fun. " He answered smirking as he saw your poor attempt to take your book from his hands.

He took a step back as you took a step forward. You tried once again to take back the book, but this time Ransom put it behind his back, making you pressed your chest against him. You stretched your arms behind him trying to catch your stuff. You could feel his hot breath against your cheek, his profile next to yours. Suddenly, he leaned his face into the crook of your neck and put a soft kiss on your throat, just under your ear. You shivered feeling his warm lips on you, almost forgetting about your little fight.

" You smell so good Y/N. " Ransom murmured his lips pressed against your skin. " You always do. " He added, putting another kiss on your neck. " R-Ransom? " You called him, unsure of what he was doing. " What happened to your face? " You questioned him in a whisper, worry growing inside your stomach. You slightly pushed your head aside, letting more room for his mouth on you. " I fought with some jerk at school. Nothing to worry about. " He explained to you, his lips still brushing the skin of your throat before he put light kisses on you again. He dropped the book behind his back on the table, and pushed his hands around your frame, resting them on your lower back. " I don't want to talk about this anymore. " He murmured pressing a firm kiss on your ear. He bit lightly your earlobe between his teeth. " Y-Your mom says that you fight a lot lately. " You choked a moan, closing your eyes for a few moments before opening them and realizing what was happening. " Do you remember when we were playing at the back of the garden every summer? " Ransom recalled, changing the subject. " We were spending every August together. Sleeping here for the holidays. And, at the moment the sun was up, we were there. Playing all day. " He continued putting light kisses on your cheek, moving dangerously toward your mouth.

You licked your lips, dreading his words and his movement while you put your hands on his biceps, trying to catch your balance. You exactly knew what he will say next. Scared and embarrassed you dropped your eyes on his chest, not strong enough to look inside his mesmerizing blue eyes.

" We played mommy and daddy back then. And we pretended to be in love, playing with your doll and all. We also had our first kiss. A light, innocent kiss. " He breathed out, brushing your nose with his own. " Our first kiss, something I will never forget baby. " Ransom murmured his mouth a few inches from yours. " It was a silly little game for children. " You declared, shaking your head slightly. " We were being goofy. " " What about the time when my friend Carter challenged you to kiss me? " He mused, stroking your waist and playing with the hem of your school sweater, his fingers starting to pull up the fabric to touch your skin. " Was it also a game, or does it meant more for you? " He inquired, his mouth close to yours, you could feel his breath against your lips. " I- I - " You stuttered lost for words, your heart beating hard inside your chest. You licked your lips again, frustrated and confused. " Let's play again, Y/N. " He whispered, his fingers stroking the skin of your waist. He pressed his figure closer to your body. " You will be the mommy and I will be the daddy. " " What are you talking about?! Ransom stop it! " You tried to push on his arms, but his stronghold didn't move away from you. " Why do you want this? " You murmured, puzzled by this odd behavior, still trying to squirm away from him. " Because it's fun and I want to kiss you. " The dark-haired man answered before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

Stunned, you didn't kiss him back. But you stood inside his arms, his soft mouth against your own. The souvenir of your other kisses playing inside your head when you were young children mimicking what the adult used to do. When you were a teenager wanting to prove yourself in front of his stupid friends from boarding school. Doing the bold move to kiss your cousin for their stupid "dare". Ransom pulled away from you a little and pushed a soft kiss on your cheek.

" Kiss me back, Y/N. It's ok, just kiss me. " He mumbled to you, pressing another kiss on your cheek. " It's wrong. " You sighed, uncomfortable. " If Harlan saw us…" " Grand pa' is not here. " Your cousin informed you, pulling your body closer to him. " Anyway, we aren't doing anything wrong. Come on, baby. Play with me for a minute. " He urged you pressing a soft kiss on your lips, once again. " No. Ransom it's bad. " You pulled your face away from his, pushing your mouth aside from his wandering lips. " We can't, we can't. " You murmured closing your eyes, ashamed. " Of course we can." He protested, enlacing you ore tightly. " I know you want to. " He said, before catching your lips with his own, humming against your mouth.

You closed your eyes, feeling his fingers caressing your flesh, scared, puzzled, and excited, you kiss him back unsure. Confused, you slid your lips against his mouth, tasting him. Ransom bit lightly your lower lip, pushing his warm tongue inside your mouth. Gently he started to stroke you, drifting his hand on you butt. You let him, you rose your trembling hands on his cheeks to pull him closer to you. Ransom backed away a little bit, his bright eyes shining inside the room, lightened by the afternoon sun. He stroked your nose with his and made you turned around, your back collided with the counter. He put his body in front of you and carried your frame on the edge of the table, making you seat on the cold marble board. He put each of your legs behind his hips, a grin creeping on his lips as he stepped up between them. Stunned, your hands still on his cheek, you started to lean your head again to touch the soft skin of his lips. They felt like heaven.

"Now, Daddy will take care of you. " He mumbled against your mouth.

You kissed him, both of your nose brushing and your wet lips sliding against each other. You caressed his cheeks, tilting your head on the side while his hands were on your waist holding you close against his chest. You tucked your feet behind his back, your heart beating hard inside your chest. You were still scared and confused but your needs and desire were growing stronger than anything else. Ransom kissed you back with the same vehemence, his hands under your sweat, stroking your skin. You slid your lips on his cheek, and lightly put a soft kiss on his bruised flesh before leaning your head inside his neck and kiss him harder, your hands drifting behind the back of his head, your fingers caressing him through his soft short hair.

" I- I can't stop. " You stuttered, your mouth against his ear. " I- I can't stop kissing you. " You mumbled kissing the soft skin of his earlobe before biting it gently. " Don't. " He groaned softly under his breath, feeling your teeth on his skin. He slid one hand on your thigh, stroking the black thighs before pushing his hands further down, under your skirt to touch you through your clothes. " I want you to give me everything... " He murmured, his face against your shoulder, biting his lips feeling your nails scratching the back of his head. "First, I want this. " Ransom continued, the tips of his fingers lightly touching your pussy through your light thighs.

You stopped kissing his neck, and Ransom pushed his forehead against your yours, his eyes burning with dark heat. You bite your lips, feeling his hand on your most sensitive part of yourself. Does he know? Suddenly, you heard the front door opened and a low voice coming out from the hall. You quickly try to pull away from him, eyes wide open and your body starting to shake. Ransom only chuckled in front of your reaction but did not let you g. He only pushed his lips against your ear, still smirking.

" Don't worry. I will be gentle. " He murmured, his lips brushing your ear, while the voice of his mother came closer and closer toward the kitchen.

At the minute Linda Drysdale entered the room, Ransom stepped away from you. He turned down the TV, leaving you sat on the edge of the counter, your eyes filled with horror as you watched your aunt talking on the phone. Her eyes were on her luxury bag while her hand was looking through something inside.

" No, no, no Tommy I said 20k of commission. Didn't you hear me? Are you an incapable scumbag and also deaf? Is that why your wife left you! " She shouted out into the earphone stuck inside her ear, as she dug through her Hermès. Finally raising her eyes, she caught you and her son inside the kitchen. " Y/N, sweetheart please get down of the counter, the marble comes from Italy. " She urged you, calmly, her blue eyes soft before they grew hard again. " No, I'm not talking to you Stuart. You remembered you are deaf and useless. " She practically yelled to her interlocutor. She finally turned toward you again with a tired smile. " Please children, would you tell your grandfather that I will be in his study when he came back, thank you. " She said without waiting for your answers and walked inside the hallway toward your grandfather's room.

Still choked, you dropped your frame on the floor, legs wobbly from what happened. You retrieved your history book and started to step forward. You heard Ransom chuckling behind you as you sat once again at the smaller table, still bewildered, embarrassed, and a bit excited. Before leaving the room, Ransom walked behind you , and put a quick peck on your cheek.

" Go, away. " You snapped, frowning your eyes without looking at him. " See ya, Y/N. " He chuckled, even more, beaming while he walked toward the huge living room.

You shook your head, clearing your ideas from what happened with your cousin, his lips, his eyes, his smell, and his soft hair. And tried to focus t on your paper unaware that you just had started something that would go beyond your control.

°°°

" Where did you get the video, anyway? " You demanded, your face pressed against his naked shoulder. You heard him taking a deep breath, pulling his head away from your neck, his grasps on your naked thighs grew tighter. " I don't want to fucking talk about another man's dick when I'm deep inside you. " Ransom warned you, his voice low, biting your cheek to emphasize his statement.

You whimpered, feeling his throbbing cock inside your pussy. Straddling him on the couch of his living room, you stroked the skin of his arm, biting your lips.

" I'm sorry, Ransom. I won't mention him, I promise. " You whispered, putting a soft kiss on his lips. " Good. Now start moving baby. " He ordered you, his sentence barely finished that your hips began to move, up and down on him slowly. " That's right be good for Daddy. "

You let a loud moan escaping your lips, feeling his shaft inside of you, filling you up to the hilt. Ransom pushed his hand on your ass, caressing your skin roughly while he raised his head to catch your nipple between his teeth. Rolling the hard bud with his tongue, you pulled your head away from his body, letting more space for him to kiss your breast. You whined feeling the delicious sensation of the tip of his dick hitting you inside, and his warm tongue licking and biting your chest.

" You are so wet for me. " He mumbled, his mouth pressed against your flesh. "So wet and warm around me. It's s’good. " He groaned, his eyes fully dilated.

His wonderful praise to your ears made you increase your pace. You whimpered, dropping your head on his shoulder, once again, feeling him meeting your pace as he thrust himself up into you. Your body was covered in sweat, you felt his lips running up against your cheek before catching your mouth. His kiss was feverish and his tongue warm dancing with your own. Ransom kept shoving his cock deep inside of your pussy, feeling your movement faltered when you were too busy tasting his mouth. You moaned louder against his lips, feeling your climax growing inside of your core each time, he hit the sweet spot inside of you.

" Open your beautiful eyes. " Ransom incited you, he grunted feeling your walls below clenching him more. He looked into your eyes, while you open your heavy eyelids with difficulty. " I want to see you come all around me. I want to see your face. " He panted, pumping you quicker.

You moaned under your breath looking at his dark blue eyes. You hold onto his shoulders, feeling him shifting inside you making you whimper and hold on to him tighter. You had never felt so alive since you left and you could feel every cell of your body awaken while your orgasm hit you hard, blowing inside your core, making you cried out his name watching his feverish eyes in awe. Ransom looked closely at every emotion going through your face, still thrusting his cock inside of your pussy. It's all he needed to let go. Watching you come apart. He grunted loudly your name as he emptied himself inside of his favorite place.

" Fuck, Y/N. " He groaned, his hips jerking up and spams taking hold of his body. " You killing me, baby. " He chuckled low, pulling on your ass with his hands to push your body closer to him.

As usual, you let him, and put your head on his shoulder, trying to calm your ragged breath, beating heart, and blissful emotions. Ransom put a light kiss on your forehead, cuddling you on his couch, his hands stroking your back, his soft dick still inside you.

" I'm glad you are back. " The brown-haired man admitted, opening his eyes and putting another kiss on your forehead. " We can play like the old times. " He huffed, while you frowned your eyebrows stepping away from his body, you looked at him. " I don't want to play anymore, Ransom. You know we can't and I don't - " You tried to tell him, looking at his face as he rolled his eyes stopping his light stroke on your frame. " All we do are some kisses and fucking. " He barked, grimacing and mocking your reticence. " It's not that wrong because let me remind you; we are not fucking related. My uncle found you in some depraved orphanage and brought you home. We are not family! " Ransom shouted out at your face, his heated eyes showing his annoyance at your "prude" behavior. " So, if I want to fuck you, when I want to, I think it's ok that I do. " He growled angry and then you felt a sharp pain against your ass. He had slapped your bottom.

You widened your eyes, horrified and surprised by his " douchebag " behavior, and punched him on his shoulder under his glare. Ransom opened his mouth, shocked that you could both play this game. A silly game as usual with the two of you as you both started a series of punch, slap, and blows, fighting each other like you were both, six and nine or thirteen and sixteen. Children snapping at each other with hits on the arms, some hair pulling, and bites. You gasped feeling his cock pulling outside of your pussy and his hands pushing you to lie down on his sofa. Ransom quickly took hold of both of your hands, pinning them on each side of your face. He put his figure above you, hovering your frame.

" That's enough! " He fumed, his dark blue eyes, completely dilated and burning with rage. " You hit first! " You replied, angry with him and trying to free your arms away to get the hell out of here. But he kept a stronghold on you.

You were both panting again, and you both were glaring at each other. But then you felt it. The tip of his cock hard against your lower stomach. Ransom didn't flinch, his hard gaze still on you. The tension was unbearable, thick, and fucked up. But you couldn't resist anymore. He followed the slight movement of your mouth, you opened it a little bit, licking with the point of your tongue the skin of his arm. It's all your cousin needed to start to rub his cock on your clit, hard and slow. You arched your body against him, the tingly sensation making you moaned, and closing your eyes.

" That's what you want! " Ransom breathed out, moving his hips to let the tip of his dick slightly pushing inside of you, but he quickly took himself out stroking your clit again. " Is it what you want, Y/N? "

You bite your lips, avoiding to reply to his question, pushing your head to the side, biting softly the skin of his arm. He chuckled softly, seeing you moving your hips at the same pace as his own.

" Alright then, " Your cousin leaned his head into the crook of your neck, licking the salty sweat covering your body. " Let's play. "

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Hello I would like to request fluffy jeonghan and reader on a big family holiday, is it okay..? The format is up to you. Thank you and have a nice week, I really love your writing ❤

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pairing: jeonghan x g.n. reader genre: fluff warnings: alcohol drinking word count: 1.2k

💌: hey! thank you so much for sending this request. i wasn’t really sure if this is how you wanted it to go, but i hope you like it! thank you so much for loving my writing as well! i hope you have a great week ahead anon! <3

Your family’s tradition is to always have a reunion every 1st of January. It wasn’t necessarily a tradition passed down from one generation to another, but you remember when you were around eleven or twelve years old, your aunts and uncles invited everyone to a simple lunch to welcome the new year only for it to become so extravagant with so much food that it lasted until dinner.

That’s how it all started from your memory. It’s actually heartwarming that that one lunch invitation became a tradition that your family holds. It feels good to catch up and even reconcile over home made food paired with a little alcohol.

Eventually, your family got bigger with cousins getting married or having babies. Even your nieces and nephews bring their significant others, whether it be serious or not. Some are still in a relationship with their high school sweethearts while some have broken up.

You have never brought anyone special yourself though. Of course, you dated. But the relationship didn’t last for the rest of the year until next year. Your family has asked every single year if there is anyone you’re liking that they should look forward to and every time, your answer is a no or with a shrug of your shoulders. They would bring up names from time to time to pique up your interest, but that was about it.

This year, however, is different. Your family decided to go on a three-day trip. You, together with your siblings and cousins, booked a cottage with a private pool. Most of the kids have grown up and they have been begging to go swimming despite the season. Well, regardless of age, everyone would want a dip. Plus, there’s nothing to worry about when there’s technology to warm up the freezing cold water.

This year, as well, you’re bringing Jeonghan along with you.

“I have cousins who like to drink,” you warn while double checking his bag for extra socks. “But I know you’re a sailor, so I guess a warning doesn’t really matter.”

Jeonghan only giggles and wraps his arms around your waist, cheeks resting on your back.

“Oh, the little kids love handsome men,” you say and chuckle. “They will climb you, so prepare yourself.”

“You’re in love with me so I guess that’s out of the question.”

You can feel Jeonghan smirking against your back, making you roll your eyes. You jokingly elbow his stomach and he quickly flinches and laughs.

“I’m excited to meet your family, love,” Jeonghan whispers in all sincerity and kisses your neck, sparking a homey warmth in you.

You smile and turn your head to look at his face. He raises his eyebrows in question as he hugs you close to his chest again. You shake your head and press a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. That brings a smile on his face too before he has to let go and take the packing seriously.

The next morning, you and Jeonghan were on the road. Your siblings have families of their own so they brought their own vehicles. Meanwhile you parents tagged along with your aunts and uncles in one van as they don’t like driving for long hours anymore. You’re sure one of your cousins sacrificed and designated themselves as their driver. The rest were either also in their own vehicles or grouped themselves to whomever they wanted to ride with.

It took about three and a half hours to reach your destination. You managed to stay awake and accompany your boyfriend who’s driving all throughout. You give him a kiss as a thank you because you could have driven, but you’re sure you will drive his drunk butt on the way home. So, he takes the wheel on the first day.

However, settling down at the cottage itself took a while. The kids got so excited upon seeing the pool that they pestered their parents to immediately give them their swimsuits so they could finally dive into the water. Your aunts and uncles were shouting at each other (with good intentions) as they set up the food and drinks.

You could only smile and hold Jeonghan’s hand tighter. You give him a glance and you can tell he’s amused, but happy. You tug him with you to the kitchen. It’s only right you introduce him now before everyone else gets busier.

“Hey,” you greet and some look up from what they’re doing while some just acknowledge you with a nod. “This is Jeonghan, my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?!” One of your nieces suddenly screams and emerges from the door separating the kitchen and the dining area, making you and Jeonghan jump in surprise. “Y/N has a boyfriend!”

You weren’t honestly expecting the kids to be curious about Jeonghan, much less the word boyfriend. Yet here they are, confirming what you mentioned to your boyfriend earlier that they will indeed climb him. All he could manage to say to the people you’re introducing him to was a quick good morning before he got pulled away by the little children.

The rest that were left behind in the kitchen could only laugh. You laugh along with them and take the seat beside your mother who’s currently preparing some ingredients. She gives you a small wink and you just shake your head.

“I must say Y/N, very handsome,” one of your aunts says while grinning at you. “How long have you been together?”

Your smile is beaming at the sound of the compliment. “Quite a while now.”

“He has a job, right?” Your uncle suddenly shouts from the garden outside which shocks you because you thought he wouldn’t hear.

“Of course he has,” your father, who was talking with him, answers for you and that’s more than enough for him to close his mouth.

Your immediate family has met Jeonghan countless times before. He has celebrated birthdays and other several milestones with you so they are more than familiar with him already. Every person who wishes to introduce the love of their life to their family is surely nervous and you’re no different. At first, it was like that. But Jeonghan was perfect in every step of the way. By perfect you mean he made efforts to win your family’s heart by staying true to himself.

Jeonghan perfectly proved his honest love for you.

So you weren’t really worried or bothered about this family reunion slash vacation. You can see with your two eyes that the kids love Jeonghan and so does the rest of the family as they shake his hand as he politely introduces himself.

Later in the quiet of the night where almost everyone is fast asleep, the two of you find comfort in the small porch outside the cottage. It’s a bit chilly, but nothing the two of you can’t handle. Jeonghan nestles his face to your chest and locks his arms around your waist. He’s a bit tipsy after drinking with your family, but he insists he’s not drunk.

“We have two more days left here,” you whisper against the crown of his head. “Are you okay?”

“Hmmm,” Jeonghan hums, his hot breath fanning against your neck. “You bet I am.”

You chuckle and kiss him. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Jeonghan detaches himself from you and leans down to kiss your lips briefly, careful not to get caught by the family he’s trying to impress. You couldn’t return the kiss, but the feeling still made you close your eyes.

“I love you, “ Jeonghan whispers, enough to make blood rush to your face. “Thank you for introducing me to your family.”

You kiss his red and puffy lips before whispering against them, “I love you too.”

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