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Today we have the fifth part to our A/B/O rec list! There are tons of amazing fics on this list, so please check them and show them some love. If you'd like to check out our previous A/B/O rec lists, you can find part one here, part two here, part three here, and part four here. Please remember to like and reblog this post to help spread the word! Happy reading!

1) We’ll Stumble Through Heaven | Explicit | 6,504 words

Louis likes to be a good boy for his alpha.

2) Outline Of My Sins | Explicit | 6,551 words

Prompt 453: AU where alpha Harry is an art student who is taking a figure drawing class and omega Louis is the nude model. In the many years that Harry has taken art classes, he has never been more hot and bothered than now, having to stare at a beautiful nude omega model for hours.

3) All The Strings Attached | Not Rated | 10,517 words

“He wasn’t good enough for you anyway, H,” Louis says and continues eating. Harry’s still reeling from the fact that Louis is jealous. Part of him wants to prove that Louis has nothing to be jealous about, that Harry is fully Louis’ and no one else’s. The other part wants to punish Louis for acting spoiled. But Harry can’t act on either urge, he tightens his hand into a fist in his lap instead. “No, he wasn’t. He didn’t quite fit the job.” “Harry, it wouldn’t be a job to date you. It would be lovely,” Louis says, almost in a whisper. They’re sitting closer, Harry just now notices. Louis’ body is completely angled towards Harry and Harry’s body is not far behind.

4) Losing That Reactive Spark | Explicit | 11,599 words

“You didn’t shock me,” the O says, yanking at Harry’s shirt. Harry’s eyebrows furrow, looking down at him. He could probably shake him off if he wanted to, wouldn’t even hurt him. Harry doesn’t. “What’s your name? How come you didn’t shock me?” “Um,” Harry says. “What?” The O sways closer, pushing himself up onto his toes as he peers at Harry’s face. Harry tries not to breathe in too deeply, too obviously. The last thing he needs is for someone to catch him obviously scenting an O that doesn’t belong with him in public. No matter how unhinged that particular O might be. That’s just asking for trouble. “Is it broken?” the O asks, shaking at Harry’s shirt. Harry sways, more confused than ever. The bell on the door dings, and on autopilot Harry shifts them out of the way, allowing the person to pass. His umbrella dangles uselessly from his hand, not doing anything to keep them dry. “Is what broken?” Harry asks. “It’s not broken,” the O says to himself, fast. He shakes his head again, bringing both hands up to his face to push his wet hair back. “Just yesterday – ” He stops, staring at Harry again. It’s a suspicious stare. Harry’s mildly offended by it.

5) How You Sleep At Night | Mature | 15,568 words

"-and...this is Louis." And just that. ‘This is Louis.’ Louis feels like throwing up out of nowhere. So, that’s it then? Is he just a ‘Louis’ to him now?

6) Hungry Heart | Explicit | 16,100 words

"So you're using me and my kitchen for a bigger paycheck?" Harry asks. "What do I get out of it?" "What do you-" Louis parrots in disbelief. "I get a job that doesn't make me work ten hour shifts just to barely pay my rent while you get three meals a day cooked for you." "So, what, you're like some glorified housewife?" Housewife, personal chef, Louis doesn't care. Contract's signed and done; T's crossed and I's dotted. Louis will wear an apron and twirl his hair all pretty if that's what he wants. Even if the job feels more like some drawn out jail sentence, Louis hopes this isn't going to be a long summer.

7) Don’t Call Me Angel | Mature | 16,648 words

Manhattan is a dangerous playground for the rich and entitled Alphas of New York. Those same wealthy Alphas are robbed after spending one night in the presence of a blue-eyed Omega and Officer Styles is assigned to the case.

8) This Could Either Break My Heart, Or Bring It Back To Life | Not Rated | 18,349 words

Harry never really cared for love: he has two children he needs to care for, and a Country to rule. Love is just not in his cards. Enter Louis, who spins his children's lives but most importantly Harry's.

9) Only the Brave | Not Rated | 20,032 words

AU Mulan soulmates; where Louis is an omega going to camp in disguise to prevent his father to die in war, alpha Liam is a big wall of muscles and peace, alpha Zayn is obnoxious but cool knothead, alpha Niall is a cute hillarious baby and Harry is the alpha officer that has to train this weird group, and can't help the feeling that he's got an omega lurking among them.

10) Swept Me Off My Feet (Took My Heart And Took Me Down) | Explicit | 25,447 words

When Louis had decided to reopen his mother's bakery, he never thought a charming alpha would walk in through the door, let alone fall in love with him over tea, dessert and music.

11) A Springtime’s Wilt, An Autumn’s Bloom | Explicit | 20,593 words

Harry is Louis' personal chauffeur, and although he hides his feelings for his boss behind a wall of rigid professionalism, Louis still manages to squeeze through the cracks.

12) The Voice Of Range And Ruin | Explicit | 25,470 words

It seemed as if the freshly formed Omega Uprising had always been a step or two ahead of the Commandant and the rest of the reigning Alphanian officials. The idea had been floated that there must be someone working with them from the inside, reporting back to them on the government’s plans so that they could be prepared. That person had yet to be discovered, and the Commandant and his surrounding forces had finally had enough of this game of cat and mouse. Harry understood. He agreed. It needed to come to an end, one way or another. “Your job is to navigate their landscape and gain entry into their forces. You will pretend to be one of them and gain reliable intel for us. It’s clear that no one else has been capable of doing it, and you at least have some semblance of experience in this field. This has gone on for too long, Harry. Enough is enough.” He made direct eye contact with his son, holding it. “I’m counting on you.”

13) Feeling Peachy, Take A Bite | Explicit | 25,654 words

Prompt 570: Omega Louis works at a cupcake shop. he makes the prettiest cupcakes and loves his job. In comes beefy alpha Harry who absolutely loves to eat Louis’ cake. inspired by Louis being a cute baby girl handing out cupcakes.

14) The Evenness I Fake | Explicit | 26,370 words

Harry doesn’t do relationships. He has a perfectly enjoyable friends-with-benefits agreement with a perfectly lovely omega, and he doesn’t see the need to change that anytime soon. The small fact that Louis giving his attention to another alpha makes Harry want to put his head through a wall isn’t nearly as much of an issue as everyone’s making it out to be.

15) Just A Pretty Boy | Explicit | 35,614 words

The alpha in front of him wasn’t only tall, but used every inch of his body to look even more threatening. He looked as shocked as Joseph felt, in his eyes he could clearly see horror and anger mixed into an odd and painful mix. It was as if he just watched a ghost or a monster from a nightmare come to life. “Louis…” he said with a low voice. It wasn’t a question, he was calling Joseph by that name. The crease between Joseph’s brows deepened. “Who?” Louis and Harry were married until, one day, Louis passed away in a tragic accident. Years later, he is found alive and with a thousand questions plaguing his mind. The most important ones; was his husband involved in his disappearance? And, how long did it take Harry and his best friend to fall in love after his supposed dead?

16) And When It Rains, You're Shining Down For Me | Explicit | 37,081 words

“This is Harry, he’ll be your patient,” Liam gestured politely. Harry froze when Louis’ eyes met his own once more. He felt himself getting lost in those eyes, so much so that he didn’t notice Niall and Liam leaving the room quietly but the sound of the door shutting behind them brought him out of the trance. “Hello, I’m Louis,” the omega said, extending his hand for Harry to shake. The alpha could still sense some nervousness in his stance but decided to ignore it. “‘’m Harry.”

17) Truebonds | Explicit | 39,687 words

Louis doesn't mind being an omega, most of the time. Modern medicine allows him to suppress almost all of his omega traits, but the one thing it can't suppress is his scenting cycle. Fortunately, that only needs to be dealt with every seven years and he counts himself lucky that he can afford the services of a reputable agency. With his cycle due, he reviews the matched candidates and there's one alpha who fits all of his criteria, S28A. That's pretty much where things start to unravel. Enter Harry Styles, scenter for hire.

18) The Space Between | Explicit | 39,917 words

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

19) Noble Intentions | Explicit | 43,023 words

Louis is a beautiful omega prince impatient to lose his virginity. Harry is desperately in love with him and only wants to mate him if and when Louis agrees to marry him.

20) This Glass House | Mature | 43,072 words

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

21) Some Records Turnin’ | Explicit | 49,330 words

Harry is a soft alpha who owns a record store and Louis is a closeted singer omega masquerading as an alpha who randomly stumbles into Harry’s store.

22) Men of Steel, Men of Power | Explicit | 58,849 words

Louis has one goal: survive this year unscathed to complete his grand plan, for which he has sacrificed his family, his friends. His identity. he's not expecting Alpha Harry, who manages to get under his skin and inside his heart. He suddenly has a lot more to lose, and a lot less control.

23) These Still Waters Run Deep | Explicit | 64,602 words

Having accepted his engagement to Viscount Andrew, Louis is aware that it isn’t a love match and has no wish to be swept off his feet… until he meets the viscount’s brother, Harry, who makes him second-guess everything.

24) Violent Delights | Not Rated | 76,174 words

Prince Harry is arranged to mate Princess Charlotte, but first he must spend a month completing courting traditions which ends in a mating ceremony. When he arrives to the Tomlinson castle, he finds the forbidden North wing holds that which the family has worked hard to keep secret. Mainly: the sickly sweet Prince Louis, who’s rare gender has forced his family to keep him locked away for his own protection.

25) Wind Beneath My Wings | Explicit | 93,131 words

As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

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throneofsapphics · 9 months

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Woah! You did amazing with help me keep her!! The angst in that fic GOT MY LITTLE HEART RACING 😭 and I love how level headed you wrote the reader. Like they're not gonna accept the mating bond just because it's there and figuring out all three of them is gonna take time (chefs kiss). Also the way you wrote Aelin's determination and stubbornness and Rowens ability to calm and support Aelin and the reader! I LOVE IT! I've re-read it like 4 times already it's SO GOOD❤️ anyway I hope you have an awesome day ❤️ thank you for the great fics

have your little girlfriend, part three

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Aelin wanted to be there in case he took it a step too far, and would push them further back in their progress. She had a feeling y/n was close, close to accepting the bond - and she didn’t want to wait any longer than they had to.

Word Count: ~4.9k

Warnings: smut, light d/s, mentions of blood, flashbacks, possessiveness, minors dni!

A/N: oh my gosh I’m so glad you liked it, I hope you have a fantastic day! here’s part three, I have a part four planned but I'm still deciding what direction I want it to go

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The first morning she woke up with Aelin in her bed, y/n thought she looked like an angel. And was very glad she couldn’t read her thoughts, because she’d never let her live it down.

Her golden hair fell across her face, her lips parted slightly, she tilted her head the tiniest bit to see her clearer. As her thumb ran across her cheeks, the velvety smooth skin, Aelin sighed and dug further into the pillows, tugging her closer in the process. Y/n shifted to try and disentangle herself, but she wrapped her arms tighter around her, tugging her in closer with a grumble.

Y/n poked her cheek, and the turquoise eyes opened, still half-lidded with drowsiness. “Wake up.”

“No.” A whine left her throat, “a few more minutes,” and she closed her eyes.

Y/n wiggled, but couldn’t escape from her arms, and sighed. “Is the Queen of Terrasen begging?”

That caught her attention, her eyes narrowed. “That’s your job.” Her cheeks flushed. Somehow Aelin always managed to turn things around on her. She couldn’t come up with a reply, and ducked her head to ignore the female's smirk. Aelin did have her begging last night.

Every day the small thread inside of her, the one that wanted to reach out and bind her permanently to her mates, grew more insistent. But she wasn’t ready, not yet. Part of her needed them to prove things would change, to see, in action, that they could be different. Mostly that Aelin could.

That following weekend, Aelin showed up with Rowan in tow, at an ungodly hour and claimed they were going on an adventure.

Y/n rolled back over, throwing a pillow over her head with a groan, but Aelin ripped it right off.

“How are you so chipper?” She grumbled. Throwing a pillow at her - one she dodged.

“That’s what I’m wondering,” Rowan drawled, from where he stood near the doorway, eyes flickering with amusement.

Aelin dragged her out of bed, towards her closet, and picked out clothes for her.

Y/n was too tired to complain about it, and sat as Aelin dragged a brush through her hair, carefully braiding it.

Her fingers tugged on a tangle, and she hissed. “Be gentle.”

“Hush,” Aelin said, but pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck. Basically a groveling apology coming from her.

Her eyes scanned the room, before spotting the dagger on the window sill. “You need to sharpen this,” she frowned, examining the blade. Weapons seemed to be one of Aelin’s favorite gifts, and she had a small collection of very sharp blades now. After the third, she told her to stop, that she had plenty. Aelin had pouted but listened. This blade was one of her own, gifted to her shortly after magic returned.

“I clean it.” Y/n protested.

“That’s not the same.” Her eyebrows raised, but she tucked it into the small leather sheath she’d bought her, designed to wrap around her thigh.

“I’ll teach you how.” Rowan said, y/n looked up to see his lips turning up at the sides, amused by Aelin’s fussing.

Aelin dragged both of them out to the forest, intent on seeking out the little folk. Well, she couldn’t exactly drag them out of anywhere, but had hopes of introducing them to y/n. She had a sense they’d take well to her, and her gentle nature. Maybe it would be a re-introduction, she had lived in these forests - a small village now wiped off the map - before … before magic fell and Adarlan invaded. A thought that still flared some anger in her, but she learned to keep it tapped down, reminding her of how different Terrasen is now.

The Little Folk, that’s who Aelin was taking me to see. I crouched on my knees - not caring of the dirt staining them, and spoke to them in their own language, murmuring quietly. Spindly green hands, wings, scales gleaming, and beautiful bright eyes.

She had Aelin take her back to the forest as soon as she was able to, and she left some gifts out for the little folk. Trinkets, but smaller than the ones she usually made. Aelin watched as she carefully left them on the log, and that small act - small act of kindness - made her fall further in love with her.

She asked her why, why she did it, and y/n told her it was a thank you - for everything they did for her all those years ago. Saved her, guided her away from danger. And for everything they did for Aelin too.

“I didn’t ask but told me … more about your story,” y/n said softly, Aelin’s body stiffened slightly, knowing exactly what parts they’d told, and y/n kept running a gentle thumb across the top of her hand, where their fingers joined. She didn’t say much else about it, didn’t push or ask too many questions. If the Little Folk wants to tell you something, there’s usually a good reason for it. Aelin didn’t muse on it any longer, just focusing on the sensation of y/n’s skin against hers, keeping her grounded, and let her guide the way back home.

Y/n knew Aelin was over-protective, in her own way, but Rowan was taking it to a point where she thought she might lose her gods-damned mind.

She has a long temper, that’s for certain, but she’d been out in the forest on a day sacred to her, foraging for different herbs and berries, something she used to do with her parents, before … before everything happened. It was almost a sacred ritual to her, a time where she felt most connected to them. There happened to be a familiar white-tailed hawk following her. She supposes he thinks she’s being discreet, giving her space, but right now all it’s doing is frustrating her. Aelin taught her to protect herself, and the kings-flame was blooming in mass. She picked up a rock, pretending to inspect it, before launching it right for the bird. He squawked as he soared above it, she knew he wouldn’t hit him, but it landed right on the tree branch he was perched on.

She stood, hands bracing her hips, glaring at him, daring him to come closer or shift back. He seemed to get the message, temporarily, because he remained out of sight. But, y/n could sense his presence there.

“She threw a rock at me.” He told Aelin through gritted teeth.

“Why were you following her? And where?”

“Into the forest, and because she was going alone. At dawn.”

Aelin groaned, her head leaning back against the couch, eyes trained on the ceiling. “I’ve taught her how to protect herself.”

“I thought you would’ve followed her yourself.”

“I tried one year,” she turned her head to look at him.

“We go with her. Often.” He couldn’t figure out why this time was different, and why she hadn’t said anything.

“Her parents were murdered there, trying to flee Adarlanian soldiers.”

That … that explains why she wanted to be alone, but didn’t stop the other instinct from popping up. If someone related to her was killed there, would the danger be increased?

“Stop thinking so much.” Aelin chided, “if you’re this worried, train her yourself.” He could tell Aelin regretted the words as soon as they left her lips.

Why the hell did she mention that? Rowan training y/n was a bad idea for many reasons. The first being his style of training. She didn’t take well to yelling, or particularly harsh criticism. Encouragement was much better. She didn’t like blades, violence, or fighting. But, when Aelin had first approached her and offered, y/n was much better than she expected.

“Where did you learn to fight?” They’d started seeing each other regularly six months ago, and things blossomed from there - to the point where Aelin’s worrying began.

“With the Wolf tribe.” Y/n admitted, rolling her shoulders out.

“I didn’t know you-”

“Fought in the battle?” A sad smile crossed her lips. “You didn’t ask, but I don’t like to think of it.”

Aelin nodded, and thanked her - something she completely shrugged off, telling her she’s the one who deserves the thanks, and cut her off before she could begin arguing about it - distracting her with another technique question.

Aelin caught Rowan’s hand, pulling him down to sit next to her. “She’s very capable, already.” More than the average citizen or Fae.

“There’s always more to learn.”

“She has no interest in violence, or being a soldier.” Rowan’s lips pressed into a tight line. “I won’t stop you if you really want to, but you have to be gentle about it. When she confronts you about earlier - which she will, bring it up then."

Y/n was fuming. Absolutely fuming. She was cleaning her kitchen much more aggressively than usual. She hadn’t told him, for a reason, and Aelin knew why - and not to follow. But maybe she didn’t pass the message on to Rowan. She knew she can’t be that mad at him for something he wasn’t aware of, but it didn’t stop the bubbling fury inside her. Especially as she heard the door open, and scented him.

A wooden spoon in hand, she whirled around, “You couldn’t just -”

“I’m sorry.” He interrupted her, hands held up. “Aelin told me.”

Better late than never. She huffed, turning back to whatever she was doing - what was it? She couldn’t remember, but ended up staring aimlessly at the stove. Her memories seemed to whirl through her. Her parents sacrifice, running in animal form, ten years - as a child - spent scavenging where she could, before the wolf tribe found her and knew what she was, who she was, and took her in. Magic returning, reunion with her family, the deaths of said family.

A gentle arm, wrapped around her chest, tugging her backwards, and the spoon was plucked out her hand.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Does she? Sifting through those memories, reliving them, the past few ones had been enough. Today was enough. “Not now.”

He didn’t give a verbal reply, just led her over to the couch, shifting them so she was tucked into his chest, the silent tears leaving wet spots on his tunic, and ran a hand up and down her spine.

“I didn’t realize you didn’t know.” Rowan figures that’s as close to an apology as he’ll get, and only tugged her into his chest further.

“I know you can protect yourself,” he started, feeling her stiffen slightly against him. “But I want to see.”

She pushed back slightly to look at his face, “Is Aelin’s word not good enough?” y/n teased, a small smile - one she definitely learned from Aelin - the exact one that would piss nearly any Fae male off.

She saw ire flash through the green eyes, and mentally thanked Aelin for that little trick. Rowan wanted to see for himself that she was capable. Y/n didn’t blame him for it, even if it irked her a bit. “If you promise not to wear a shirt.”

“If you want to see me shirtless, all you need to do is ask.” He replied smoothly, almost unphased, and her cheeks flushed. Especially when he ran a thumb over the side of her breast, down her rib cage, before resuming the same strokes running down her spine. She shuddered as one hand entangled itself in the back of her hair, and the other made that same stroke - right over the side of her breast. She focused her breaths to stay steady, even with her heart pounding. His hand carefully tilted her head back to arch her neck, to bare it to him. All of it. She felt his warm breath against her skin, the lips barely brushing. Then - his canines grazed over her pulse point, the pulse that quickened, and his tongue flicked over it. He could easily rip her throat out with one movement. She shuddered - unsure if it was arousal of fear running through her and her lips parted into a soft moan, as he leaned back to rest against the couch. Casual arrogance, that’s the best way she could describe it. “Aelin did say you were responsive,” he mused.

That flared something in her. Made her want to prove some kind of point. Very intentionally, she shifted in his lap, to brush up against a certain part - one that was already hardening. “Did she know?” y/n said, her voice honeyed with false innocence.

This, this is the part of her he’d seen a year ago. Right before he fucked it out of her. Gods, he loved it. Before she could move again, utter another word, he shifted them so she laid, stretched out on the couch, caged in by him - his forearms bracing the space next to her head. He loved the shock in her eyes, the surprise, and grinned as he leaned down to kiss the hollow over her throat, and pushed one knee in between her legs, brushing against her core. Her entire body arched, keening up against him.

He took the next hour to tease her, testing her every reaction - how her body responded to each touch, to each movement, to each brush of his fingers, or press of his lips.

She lost track of time as he teased her, she thought Aelin was bad - but Rowan was merciless. His fingers curled inside her, and she felt it, felt her walls clench around him, right on the edge and … he pulled out completely and she nearly sobbed.

“You don’t cum unless I say so.” His fingers, still slick with her arousal, tilted her chin so she’d meet his gaze. He was dead serious. Meant every word he said. “Understood?”

“Yes,” she breathed, and something like approval flashed through his features. Part of her wanted to challenge him, but the other was so desperate for him to keep touching her, to finally let her finish.

“Good girl.”

Y/n whimpered, as he trailed his fingers back down her body, so damn slowly. Her dress had been thrown off long ago. “Please, please -”

He interrupted her, “If I want you to beg, I’ll tell you.” Rutting Gods he would be the end of her.

Rowan was pushing, to see how she’d take each command she threw at him. Only two, for now, and she took them beautifully. Someone who actually listened, that was a change for him. He pressed one of her knees up, pushing it towards her chest, and lowered his mouth, seeing the desperation in her eyes. He curled two fingers inside her, holding them for a second, before slowly pumping them, but harshly enough her body jolted with each movement, combinations of screams, moans, and his name rolling from her lips.

“You can cum now, Angel.” Those words had her walls clenching around him, and before he could think twice about it, his canines dug into the soft skin of her inner thigh - and sent her tumbling right over the edge. He carefully licked the small droplets of blood, and gently pulled his fingers out from her, pressing them against her lips, watching her clean them with a dazed expression on her face

She was left reeling, her chest heaving, and her thighs shaking slightly. Rowan scooped her right up, and she couldn’t find the energy to protest as he started running a bath for her.

“But … you -” She babbled, trying to convey the right words.

“Not today,” he said quietly, eyes observing her. She felt like he could read every thought running through her mind, his mouth turned up at one side when she pouted, and he flicked her bottom lip. “Soon.” He promised.

Rowan came back, and she could scent Y/n all over him. Her arousal, too. This was the first time they’d been … intimate, at least to that level, without her there. Instead of jealousy, happiness for them took over instead.

“I take it your apology was accepted?”

“It took a bit of convincing.” He had a very satisfied look on his face, and she rolled her eyes. Typical of him. If words didn’t seem to be enough, he’d show with his actions. Very convincing actions.

It took a while for Aelin to become comfortable with the two of them spending time alone. Rowan had put his foot down, told her that if this was going to work, she needed to trust the two of them together.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” she argued.

“She’s not just yours anymore,” he snarled, and Aelin’s eyes flared. “Trying means the two of us need time too.”

A hurt look crossed her face. That they wanted to be without … Rowan crossed the room quickly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Not in the way you’re thinking. You and I have a different relationship, don’t we?”

She nodded, lips pressed into a tight line. “Y/n doesn’t know where she stands with me. You see how she hesitates. If you want to keep her, for her to accept both of us, you need to give her the chance to figure that out.”

Everything about it made sense. It did. She wouldn’t tell him he was right, but he did have a good point. “You’ve made your case,” she huffed, turning her back so she wouldn’t see the satisfaction on his face.

“First time you train her - or she shows you, whatever it is, I’m monitoring.” Aelin’s eyes narrowed, daring him to disagree, but he didn’t. Aelin wanted to be there in case he took it a step too far, and would push them further back in their progress. She had a feeling y/n was close, close to accepting the bond - and she didn’t want to wait any longer than they had to. It had been three months already. They knew after the bond it would become more and more difficult for her to be away from them for long periods of time, so they planned to invite her - convince her if necessary - to stay at the castle.

They’d already started modifying rooms for her, similar to her own in the sense that they’d have space for her to experiment and make her crafts. A workshop, with a small library, but not a separate bed. Once the three of them were together, they fully planned on keeping her nights occupied. Both Aelin and Rowan played the long game. They’d do whatever it took to keep her.

Aelin had the reasonable audacity to show up early in the morning, to make sure she would actually keep to her word and go train with Rowan, instead of coming up with an excuse. She promised to be there, that she wouldn’t let him go overboard. Y/n remembers the story of how they met, of his rather brutal training techniques, and although he said he wanted to ‘see for himself,’ y/n knew it was a thinly veiled excuse to rope her into training with him. With all honestly, she couldn’t trust herself completely to set boundaries with him. Maybe Aelin knew that too.

Rowan was a bit harsher than Aelin, but based on the glares the female kept sending him, she knew he was holding back, probably a lot. They’d secured a secluded courtyard in the castle - nobody else in sight, and he put her through her paces until her body was glistening with sweat, and she guzzled down some water.

“There’s a few things we can work on,” she turned sharply to face him, but saw the gentle expression on his face. “If you’d like to.”

Her mouth quirked into a half smile. “What are those things?” Then she frowned. “I thought you said you’d be shirtless.”

Aelin’s laugh filled the courtyard.

Four months after the conversation, she finally felt ready. But, she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, just wanted to let the part suppressing it loosen, and see what would happen. Aelin hadn’t left in the middle of the night - not without waking her to tell her, and she’d grown closer to Rowan, starting to figure out where she stood with them. They introduced her to a few people, and she introduced Aelin to some of her friends. Rowan said he wasn’t too interested, and Aelin said he would likely scare the hell out of them. And that meeting both the Queen and King of Terrasen all at once would be a bit much. Things changed enough she felt ready - that and the growing pressure in her chest was almost too much to handle, it nearly overwhelmed her at every turn, every time she saw them, and wanted to release it of her own control, before it would make the decision for her.

They both were coming over for dinner later that night and she was jittery. On edge, jumping at every sound. A small knock sounded on the door, before it opened and both of them walked in, Rowan grabbing Aelin’s cloak to hang it on the rack. Fall was starting to set in in Terrasen, and with it came the chill slowly creeping in everywhere.

They took a few steps in, and froze. That small thread in her chest reached out, splitting in two directions, and she felt it - the exact moment their souls connected. Everything around her slowed to a stop, and her vision tunneled, all she could see, all she could feel was them. Every part of her body and soul belonged to them - wanted them, yearned for them. It felt like the connection that was waiting for her, waiting for her to find and embrace. Ancient magic fluttered around the room as they took predatory steps towards them. The hunger in their eyes made her pause. But she felt it too, the draw to them, able to feel more of their emotions - sense them on a new level.

As soon as they were in front of her, she cupped one hand on each of their cheeks, searching their eyes for any anger, resentment, anything. She had sprung it on them, and just realized maybe they’d be angry or upset.

“About damn time,” Aelin growled, before gripping the back of my head, pulling me into a bruising kiss. Their lips moved together with a ferocious, almost frenzied passion. She felt rough hands grip her waist, and Rowan pressing behind her, pushing her further into Aelin. Caging her between them. His hand squeezed, before his lips met the spot between her neck and shoulder, sucking slightly. “You're ours now.” Aelin said as she pulled away for air.

“Forever.” Rowan said behind her, and she shuddered, but didn’t let the words sink in, only turning to press her lips against Rowan’s, her neck perfectly exposed for Aelin, who took full advantage of the chance to leave marks and kisses all down it.

With every touch, kiss, and caress she felt herself intertwining deeper with them, every part of her becoming theirs and every part of them becoming hers.

They barely made it to her bedroom before her fingers were tugging at the end of Aelin’s tunic, the female didn’t waste any time, pulling it off herself - and flinging it somewhere across the room.

Y/n reached to pull down the straps of her dress, but a large hand covered hers, “let me,” Rowan’s lips grazed across her ear. He slowly tugged down one strap, kissing the bare shoulder left behind, before gently nipping at it. She felt Aelin do the same, on her other shoulder. Their canines grazed against her, and she let out a small whimper. Even that small sensation felt let it was lighting her body on fire, like flames would be covering her at any minute.

Then there were soft flames gently tickling at her skin - not burning, just caressing.

“Aelin,” she heard Rowan’s growl, and a ice kissed wind brushed against her skin as well - but it didn’t extinguish it, instead they seemed to play together, brushing against her body, they both pressed closer, and she felt their canines graze either side of her neck, right at the spots where her neck met her shoulder.

There was no warning as their teeth sunk in. Marking her. Claiming her. Y/n thought she might finish from that alone, but was reduced to moans and whimpers as they each licked up the small droplets of blood left behind.

Their clothes were quickly forgotten after that, and Rowan tossed her onto her bed with a small squeal, tossing Aelin right after her, she laughed lightly, but that ended as Rowan tugged her back against his chest, using his knees to spread hers wide apart, and Aelin lowered herself, eyes on hers the entire time, and gave a gentle lick against her clit. Gods she was already so wet, her arousal practically dripping, and she felt Rowan’s hard length against her back.

Rowan and Aelin exchanged a glance over her shoulder, and Aelin pulled back slightly, ignoring y/n’s whines of protest.

She figured out quickly what was happening next, as Rowan’s hands gripped her hips, before lowering her onto him - inch by inch, stopping to let her body adjust, before finally pushing her all the way, leaving her feeling so damned full in this position.

She twisted her hips slightly, and he groaned, but grabbed her - holding her still. Her eyes narrowed slightly in confusion, but before she could think further Aelin was back between her legs, sucking at her clit.

She could feel Rowan trembling with restraint, but he held her there - not moving, as Aelin licked and sucked at her clit - finding a perfect rhythm, and one of Rowan’s hands pinched her pebbled nipple slightly, before pinching harsh enough she threw her head back against his shoulder, moaning loudly. She felt herself growing closer and closer.

“Ask,” Rowan's teeth tugged at her earlobe.

“Please,” she nearly sobbed, “please can I cum?”

“Go ahead,”

Y/n looked down at Aelin, just as the female sucked her clit particularly harshly, looking up at her through her lashes, and she went over the edge, her walls clenching, body starting to shake. Gods she felt like she might explode, burst up into flames.

She heard Aelin’s laugh and felt her kissing her way up her body, leaving small bites and marks on her way, until their lips met. She sighed into the kiss, tasting her own arousal on her lips and tongue.

They switched, Gods she could never figure out how they moved so fast, and she was on her back, legs thrown over Rowan’s shoulders, and Aelin slowly lowering herself over her face.

She had no warning as Rowan began thrusting inside her, his pace punishing and nearly brutal. Aelin’s hands were braced against the headboard, and she moaned into her, alternating between licking and sucking her clit as her breaths became more ragged - harsher.

She ran her hands up her ribcage, gently tracing a knuckle under one of her breasts, before gliding her thumb over her nipple. Aelin wasn’t having it, and covered y/n’s hand with her own, squeezing harshly. She got the message, repeating the motions, and it was so gods-damned hard to focus. With Rowan slamming into her, the incredible taste of Aelin on her tongue, the feeling of her soft skin under her hands. Aelin finished first, screaming her name, panting heavily, before climbing off, and Rowan’s body folded over her own, pressing her legs up to her chest.

Aelins nails dragged down her arm, leaving small scratches in their wake, before she grabbed her hand, squeezing before laying a gentle kiss against her shoulder.

“Who do you belong to?” His breath was warm against her neck, and she fought to regain her breath - her voice, apparently her answer didn’t come quick enough, because he grasped the base of her neck, he repeated himself, his voice lower, “who do you belong to?” emphasizing it with a light squeeze.

“You,” she screamed, half sobbing, “I belong to both of you. Rowan and Aelin. Oh gods.”

“Then cum for us love, again.” Rowan shifted his hips just enough to hit the perfect spot, and she did, screaming their names the entire time as his walls clenched around her.

He finished shortly after, with a groan and his teeth in her neck. Her legs shook violently as he pulled himself out of her, and her eyes were glazed, heavy with lust.

Rowan exchanged a satisfied smirk with Aelin at the sight of her, blissed out, but her hands still reaching for both of them. Theirs. She was, finally, completely theirs, and everyone would be able to tell - based on the two bite marks on either side of her neck. He rolled off, coming back with a glass of water and a washcloth, Aelin sat, propped against the pillows, running fingers through her hair as Y/n curled into her side.

“We’re not done with you yet.” Aelin said, her voice soft and smooth but with a teasing edge to it.

“I’m not done with you either.” A half grin formed on the female’s face, as she accepted the glass.

They didn’t get much sleep that night.

Aelin felt incredibly satisfied, y/n sleeping curled up between her and Rowan. She felt safe enough to finally accept it - surprising them with it or not. She was theirs. She always had been, but now in a way that went so deep, their souls could never be completely separated.

#rowaelin x reader #rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x reader #poly!rowaelin #aelin x y/n #aelin x reader #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #rowan whitethorn x reader #throne of glass fic #throne of glass smut #throne of glass

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chronicbeans · 20 days

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Dead Plate (Haunted AU) x Reader (Part 1)

Training time!

Prologue, Part 1

TW: None

You wake up in a cold sweat. You don't remember it, but you are pretty sure you had a nightmare of some kind. You look to your clock, seeing that it's 3 in the morning. You sigh shakily, knowing that you don't have any time to try to go back to sleep. You beat your alarm by a whole hour, but you know that if you fall asleep again, you'd probably sleep through it.

You quickly take a small shower, before having some cheap cereal for breakfast. Then, you brush your hair and put on a nice outfit. You may not have the best first impression of your boss, but you want to make a good first impression on him! Plus, you don't have your uniform, yet... so, you might as well dress nice to give yourself some confidence.

After getting dressed, you hear the harsh noise of your alarm, screaming at you that it's 4. Sighing in disdain, you realize that you're stuck waiting for thirty minutes with nothing to do. You've already gone through your morning routine... though, you should set your alarm for 3:30 next time, since it took you longer than expected.

Looking out your window, you see that it's still dark out, as to be expected. It's not only early in the morning, but it's also winter... Man, you really don't like driving in the winter. Screw it, you're heading to work early, just so you don't have to spend thirty minutes dreading the drive. You put on a light coat, which is your only coat, then head to your car.

You arrive around 4:30, only for you to be hit with the sudden realization that you might've arrived too early. What if the doors are still locked? Heading out of your car, you march on up to the doors of La Gueule De Saturne, ready to knock on the doors-

You yelp, startled as they open before you can even knock on them. Looking up, you see a ghostly pale man with black hair and tired eyes. He looks expressionless, or as close as you've seen to expressionless on somebody before, at least. His eyes are locked onto you, as he speaks in a familiar voice.

"You're rather early... You must be the new waiter I hired." "Oh! Um... yes! I'm (Y/N) (L/N)." "Come in, then. Since you're early, we can start your training early." Damn it. You hoped he'd give you some time to rest... then again, this is a job. You follow him inside, looking around the main area.

It looks very lavish, if not a bit bleak. Greys, beiges, and white make the main colors of the dining area, with splashes of red velvet here and there. There's four tables with two seats each, two booths with four seats, and... two tables with one seat? You've never seen any restaurants with tables for one, before. Maybe a few cafés, but not full-blown restaurants.

Suddenly, Vincent points to a wall of the dining room, speaking in a slightly stern voice. "There is the partition window. When customers orders are ready, they'll be set on the counter there. Grab them and serve them to the correct guests." You follow where he's pointing, quickly spotting the partition window. Before you can comment on it, he points to the register. Wait... you're going to be working everything out front, aren't you?! You didn't sigh up for this!

"You're going to also seat the guests, as well as collect the money they pay for there meals. You'll earn tips. Make sure the customers like you, because they'll tip you higher. That, and you're the only waiter here." You stammer a bit at that, looking more than a little shocked. You don't argue, though. You want this job... You need this job. You aren't going to risk it. "Alright, Chef Charbonneau."

You turns to face you, again... He then crosses his arms, looking at you with a serious expression. "You better be good at your job. You are already making a better impression than the last waiter, but that doesn't mean you won't be able to let me down. I'm very strict, and have high standards."

You nod, looking back to him. There's an awkward silence, before he sighs and looks to the side. "You know you can talk to me, right? I may be strict, but I'm not a drill sergeant." You quickly nod, again, stammering. "Oh, yes! I just uh... I'm not the best at making conversation." He chuckles halfheartedly, before sighing.

Smiling, you are about to continue, before he cuts you off. "If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen. The doors to the kitchen are over there." Vincent then points behind him, before continuing. "You can talk to me whenever you need something."

You look to the kitchen doors... seeing a small tuft of orange hair peeking from behind the circular window. It's probably one of the chefs. You look back to Vincent, nodding again. "Alright, Chef Charbonneau. What should I do while I wait for the bistro to open?"

His dark, tired eyes trail up to a clock nearby, causing your own (E/C) ones to follow. It's 5, now, so you have an hour. "Familiarize yourself with this room until then. I'm going to go get you your uniform." "Yes, Chef Charbonneau!" Then, the strange chef disappears into the kitchen.

You get to work, walking around the dining area and observing everything. There's a gray carpet, as well as a red one by the check-in area... this is actually pretty boring. You're basically just walking in circles around the room. The most exciting thing is when you saw a young lady walk by the window outside.

You hear the door to the kitchen open, as a lesser chef walks over to you and hands you your waiter's outfit. They then rush you to a restroom to get changed, handing you a bag to put your clothes into after you get the uniform on.

You walk out back to the dining room right in time to start working. 6 o'clock has hit. You see a few guests come in, finally giving you something to do. Quickly running over, you sit them down at a table for four. Writing down their requests on a notepad, you walk over to the partition window and hand the kitchen their orders.

As you do so, you notice something peculiar... none of the cooks have orange, or even ginger hair. They all have dark hair, with one person having blonde hair. That, and Vincent is staring at you like a hawk. You try to pay no mind to it... maybe the guy with orange hair is just out of view from the window? Either way, it's not important. You have to continue work.

The rest of the day goes by without any problems. Collecting your tips, you count them out to being around a hundred or so dollars. You help with closing, sweeping the floors and cleaning the tables, before looking to Vincent as you leave. "Have a nice night, Chef Charbonneau."

He looks to you, looking slightly shocked, like you had knocked him out of some odd daze. He slowly nods, before waving in return. "You, as well. Be sure to get here on time, tomorrow." "I got here early, so I'm sure I'll be on time, tomorrow." "The last waiter came in late on his second day... Just be on time." "... Okay..." That man is weird.

You nod in acknowledgement, then begin walking to the exit. The day has ended, and quite honestly, you need some rest... That, and you want to get to sleep early, just to spite you boss by being early two days in a row.

#dead plate #dead plate au #dead plate x reader #vincent charbonneau #vincent charbonneau dead plate #rody lamoree #dead plate rody #rody lamoree dead plate #marieanne vacher #manon vacher #dead plate manon #Haunted AU

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luvrsux · 9 months

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“Mon Amour”

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

word count: 3.8k

summary: after your romantic moment with the new french member of your job, he takes you out to the fanciest restaurant you’ve ever seen (see part one for context)

cw: NSFW, car sex, fingering

You stared deep down at your figure that wore your favorite dress. It wasn’t casual, it was the most fanciest dress you had stored in your closet. You hadn’t worn this dress since the day you bought it, wore it only once just to see if it fit you. In terms of actually wearing it outdoors, it was newborn. You ran your palms from your chest to your thighs where the hem laid. You thought you looked presentable.

What was still remaining was jewelry and your shoes. You made sure you patted on a small weight of makeup and styled your hair to your hearts content. Tracing back on your romantic history, you’ve forgotten the last time you had a date.

Your history with romantic relationships wasn’t the best, but at this point, who’s wasn’t? This Sanji person was still quite the mystery, but hopefully this date would change all of that. You had already exchange numbers for better contact.

You suddenly heard a drum at your front door. You don’t remember giving the chef the okay to waltz into your apartment complex so freely. Knowing that, you anxiously approached the door to open it.

To your surprise, and complete relief, you saw a tall, muscular cowboy with a bright orange tank top. It irked you how this man can effortlessly wear summer attire in brisk, cold weather.

“Ace, so great to see you at such a fortunate time” You spoke in nothing but sarcasm, and Ace caught on perfectly just seemingly didn’t care a bit.

He pushed himself inside your apartment like he owned the place with a bright smile. You sighed and closed the door shut.

“It’s been forever, (F/N)!” He gleamed. You remembered the last time you and Ace interacted and it had only been a few weeks.

You and Ace had a strong friendship, though. Since high school, you were two pees in a pod. He was a painfully popular jock while you kept to your own set of friends on the sidelines. Despite his overwhelming popularity, it never shaded his pure love he had for you, although he constantly pushes your buttons with every interaction.

“Also why are you fancy pancy? Goin’ somewhere?” He asked, leaning against your kitchen island. You glanced at the clock that was propped up conveniently on the wall. The time read 4:44 PM, twenty whole minutes before Sanji would come pick you up.

“Yeah, I am” You replied as you grabbed two glasses in your cupboard. You didn’t think it’ll hurt if you shared a drink with Ace before your departure.

“I feel so under dressed, jeez” He chuckled, resting his broad arms on the marble table. You poured him a small glass of regular pop while you elegantly had a glass of wine.

“Hey! How come I get treated like a toddler while you down a cup of wine! I’m older than you, (F/N)” Ace pouted. You giggled as you swallowed your swig of wine. Despite his childish demeanor, Ace still sipped his pop. It was soda after all.

“You have a drinking problem, Portgas” You pointed with your glass. “One drink turns into, three, then four, then five��” You extended your words and Ace seemed to get the gist.

“Besides, I only have wine. You don’t like wine” You took yet another swig. Ace swirled his cup of regular soda and shrugged in defeat.

…

“Checkmate”

Is all he could muster up. You giggled and gently placed your cup down. The glass interacting echoed in the kitchen. Ace eyed you up and down.

“Where you headed?” He finally asked. You hesitated on giving him an honest answer just to avoid him teasing you like an older brother would. I mean, that’s how you viewed him anyway.

“A date” You sheepishly replied, turning your head away to avoid eye contact. Ace was in the middle of a sip and you could’ve sworn you saw the pop squirt out his mouth, maybe his nose even.

“Date!? How shocking” Ace chuckled, wiping his mouth but oddly not the table he spilled on. You grumbled and yanked off a power towel nearby.

“You act like I’m a hermit crab, Ace” It only took a swipe or two to clean off Ace’s area.

“He’s a new guy from my job” You curved yet another sheepish smile. Ace chuckled.

“Isn’t that not allowed?” Ace remarked. You paused for a moment. It wasn’t illegal per se, just against code of conduct. But considering how Sanji had a carefree attitude and mainly focused on you and your wellbeing, you thought it was no biggie.

“Trust me, this guy basically runs the place already”

Your statement made Ace raise an eyebrow. You quickly caught on but decided not to explain in full depth. You didn’t know how well you and Sanji would turn out, so you held off on boasting about him for now.

“He made a great first impression at the restaurant, is all” You had bright smile. Ace knew you had much more to imply but decided not to pry.

“Well, glad to see you all giddy about it” Ace continued to drink his soda. “Let me know how everything goes”

You nod in agreement. Your wine glass had already been almost done and you had roughly about ten minutes before Sanji would escort you to the restaurant.

“My rowdy little brother has been asking about you and I decided to stop by to check in” Ace stood tall from his leaning posture. It seemed as if he was bummed to leave so soon but he had no other choice.

“Luffy, is it?” You tilted your head. You received a nod from Ace as well as a smile. His freckles framing his cheeks perfectly.

“I’ll let him know you’re doing fine”

You and Luffy met once or twice before. He was scruffy and always in his own little world. You thought it was quite adorable but you barely hung around him like that. It touched your heart seeing how he still cared about you despite only meeting a few times.

“Let’s hang out this weekend, you hermit” Ace approached the front door. You were behind him to formally escort him out.

“I’m not asking by the way” He chuckled before holding you in a tight embrace. One thing you loved most about the shaggy haired cowboy was his constantly warm body temperature. It always comforted you even on the most sorrowful nights.

“Of course, Ace. I’d love to”

Ace pulled away and had a half smile while he stood at the doorway. The small, sentimental moment was disrupted by his hand flicking your forehead. You let a small yelp escape your lips.

“Be safe and have fun, idiot” Ace let out a hearty laugh after witnessing your expression. You pushed him out the doorway playfully and shut the door. You could faintly hear his laughs as he exited the hallway.

“Loser…” You giggled.

In a faint distance, you heard your familiar ringtone from your room. You assumed it was Vinsmoke since it was about time he pulled up. You scurried your bare feet on the hardwood floor to your room where you picked up the phone. You tried to keep your composure.

“Hi!” You chirped.

“Evening, mon amour”

The voice soothed your ears and you felt your knees grow weak. You formed a gushing smile with your lips out of pure instinct.

“Are you on your way, or is Mr. Prince still going to keep me waiting” You cooed, sliding to your closet to find matching heels for your dress. You heard a small chuckle from his end.

“Don’t worry, dear. Mr. Prince is not for from the castle” He said, referring to your residency. The fact he implied he was close by made your nerves suddenly come crashing down. You prayed you didn’t start sweating.

“I’ll see you soon, then” You tried to play it off cool.

“Of course, dear”

With that, you hung up the phone. As soon as the line disconnected, you didn’t hesitate a second to throw on your elegant shoes and scramble anything that appropriately belongs in a purse.

Ace did consume some of your prep time and you didn’t even realize it. You weren’t bothered by it, though. You still loved Ace as if he was your own blood.

You took one last glance in your vanity to make sure nothing was smudged or out of place before scurrying out your apartment. It didn’t take long for the chime of your phone to signal the blonde was now outside.

You had a bright smile on your face while you excitedly trotted down the steps. Before you could open the two main front doors, you made sure to relax and keep your composure.

Sanji, on the other hand, was arguably more nervous than you were. Deep down, he couldn’t believe he was able to snag a date like you. He was pumped the entirety of him getting ready but, of course, he leaned against his rather expensive ride with a cigarette puffing out his mouth nonchalantly.

He eyed you as you walked down the last set of steps onto the pavement. The way your legs moved side to side with each step had Sanji in a chokehold, not even realizing the drop dead outfit you had around you. He could feel his cigarette, slip out his mouth before he quickly made sure it didn’t escape from his agape lips. In that moment, Sanji felt like the luckiest man alive to be breathing the same air as you.

You walked up to him with glistening eyes and a small smile. Sanji immediately grabbed your hand to kiss it, similarly to your previous interaction. You giggled.

“You look beyond stunning” He spoke truthfully while staring in the depths of your pupils. You felt your heart flutter.

“Why thank you”

Sanji chuckled and opened the passenger door. You gushed at his kind gesture and slid your body into his car. Sanji closed the door shut and approached his designated side of the car.

∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴

The drive to the restaurant was quite lengthy. You realized you were getting closer to the restaurant once you saw a more bright, populated city-like atmosphere. People roaming the dark streets either wore similar attire as you and the driver or something straight out of a business meeting. This was definitely the expensive side of town.

Sanji had a window open on his side with his arm extended to let the smoke freely air out. He effortlessly had one hand on the wheel and was slouched in his chair. During the ride, he formed small talk to melt the tension between you two.

“Have you ever been on this side of town?” He abruptly asked. His voice, that you loved so much, snapped you out of your gaze out your window.

“Not often, maybe once before” You replied.

“I feel bad for you” Sanji chuckled, which spewed a small giggle from your lips. The city was rather beautiful but it was far too much for your wallet, not to mention the distance.

“I live around here, so I’m used to this atmosphere” Sanji continued. That explained his careless posture. He knew these streets from the back of his hand. “Traffic is a pain though” He grumbled. Coincidentally, the car halted in traffic. It was bound to happen. This was the city.

“You live here? In this city?” You asked. Sanji took a puff from his cigarette. He exhaled the smoke, leaning his neck out the window so the smoke couldn’t disturb you.

“Yep, it’s quite nice” He replied.

You wondered how much money Sanji made in order for him to reside in an expensive city like this. He did mention before he was a five star chef and was widely known in certain areas, but you questioned how vast his income was.

“Living here would be a dream” You breathed, once again admiring the buildings and lights that illuminated the streets beautifully. You didn’t know a town this lively and beautiful was even possible. Your remark made Sanji chuckle. Your enthusiasm was adorable in his eyes.

“Do we have a reservation?” You asked curiously. Sanji nodded slowly.

“And I’d hate to see it go to waste by lousy drivers like this moron” He grumbled, glaring at the car in front. The driver was driving quite slow for either of your liking. You giggled at his anger.

Soon enough, he pulled up into a grand building that was twice the size of your own apartment complex. You eyed the building in pure awe.

‘This was the restaurant?’ You thought. It was immense, and completely formal. As you glistened at the building, Sanji tossed his keys to the valet upfront. The place was that fancy to have one.

He stood by you with an arm to hook yourself onto. You gladly wrapped your arms around his own and strut up the restaurant building.

The inside was just as, if not more, beautiful on the inside. There were more chandeliers up top than you could count. Faint classical music sang throughout the building while clinks of glass and plates were echoing about. Sanji approached the front booth with a smile.

“Sanji” The host smiled. You perked your head to the sudden familiarity with the Host and your date. He chuckled.

“My reservation?” He smiled. The Host grabbed a menu from the front desk and gestured the two to follow on their tail behind.

You saw the tables and the overall dining as you strut through the restaurant. It was beginning to be too much. You weren’t used to the overflowing fanciness of this restaurant.

The circular tables were drastically different than the ones at the restaurant you worked at. The tables each had authentic floral center pieces with real candles to illuminate them. The candles were cooped up in a cup to make assure no emergencies would occur. The napkins and utensils were organized with pure elegance.

The Host finally approached the table you were would dine in. The table sat comfortably by a grand window that displayed more of the cities beauty. You gasped in awe.

Sanji immediately extended your chair first before anything else. You watched him as you plopped down comfortably in the chair before he pushed you in the table.

“Your waiter will be out shortly” The host smiled as they watched Sanji sit in his own seat across from you. You eyed the table at a closer glance and your nerves began to finally sit. You began to run through the whole scenery and it was too good to be true.

“Everything alright, sweetheart?” He asked curiously. Judging by his expression, he looked like he was ready to scoop you into his arms to comfort you. Surely your expression wasn’t that obvious, was it?

You nervously giggled.

“Sorry it’s just” You cleared your throat. “Never been in such a fancy place like this…”

Sanji grabbed your hand to meet his. His thumb grazed against your hand with ease. You immediately felt a lot calmer than when you first stepped foot in here.

“We can go someplace more comfortable for you if you’d like” Sanji offered. You quickly shook your head to object.

“No, no!” You felt guilty.

“This place is beautiful, I’d hate to miss out” You partially lied through your teeth. You didn’t want to disappoint the blonde in front despite him being transparent that he wouldn’t mind.

“Evening, love birds” A more deeper voice came from the side. A swole, green haired man approached the table with formal uniform and a notepad. You smiled innocently.

Meanwhile Sanji looked like he was ready to scorch the waiter with his own lighter. He knew he did this on purpose.

‘On second thought, maybe leaving was the best option…’ Sanji cursed internally.

The waitress had a smug grin on his face while he eyed the two of you. His toned arms carried a bottle what assumed to be expensive fine wine. He gently placed the bottle on the clothed table and corked it open.

“Today’s wine of choice is Chateau Ponet Canet Pauillac” His pronunciation could use a little work but you cut him some slack. Sanji gave him an annoyed look as he poured the beverage.

“Thanks” He said sourly.

“Mosshead” Sanji mumbled. The waiter seemed to hear him loud and clear. He gave him a kick on the ankle in response, knowing Sanji couldn’t do anything besides wince and glare.

“Do you two need more time with the menu or are you all set?” The green haired man asked innocently. You grazed your fingers to open the menu and felt completely puzzled.

“I could use a bit more time, thank you” You giggled out of embarrassment. The waiter nodded.

“Of course, take your time”

The waiter glared at the blonde once more before turning off to his other duties. The tension between your date and the person that served you was crystal clear. You couldn’t help but grow concerned, as a waitress yourself.

‘How is he so polite to you but not service workers?’

“Sanji,” You spoke, taking your eyes off the fancy menu for a brief moment. He hummed, averting all his attention to you. You noticed that his menu was absent. His side of the table was completely left blank.

“Do you come here that often?” You asked curiously. He raised a swirly eyebrow and observed his surroundings. The host knowing his name. His odd relationship with the waiter. The fact his menu was nowhere to be seen. Cat was beginning to spring out the bag.

“I-“ He stammered. There was no use to lying to a gorgeous face like that he thought.

“I work here”

His response was completely different than what you had expected. You assumed that he dined here so often that he didn’t need a menu or anything. You paused.

“Work?” Is all you could muster up. Sanji nodded in a slow pace.

“I have for years. I practically grew up here when this place was nothing” He explained. You appreciated his honesty, but it didn’t seem to add up. How did he work in such a fancy place but also a significantly lower level place like yours.

“But you work at my job, no?” You brought the glass cup of wine to your lips. You heard Sanji chuckle.

“Consider that charity work, I suppose” He swirled his cup of wine in his hand. “I saw you needed a replacement and I guess I got bored”

You stared at him with a puzzled look after your swig of wine. You intended on pinching yourself to see if you were dreaming any of this. You giggled, astonished.

“You’re joking”

“Of course not, sweetheart”

Sanji had a smug grin on his face. With that expression, there was no way he was lying now. It all began to make much more sense. This is where his income came from. You assumed he was a sous chef at this establishment as well.

“No wonder people know you, you’re a famous chef here!” You began to piece everything together.

“Smart girl” Sanji cooed. He took a quick swig of his beverage and placed it down.

“Although, it’s just a label. I’m just a boy at the end of the day” He sighed. Your smile began to slowly lower.

Maybe underneath all that egoism and flirtation, he was just a boy wanting to be loved in the right ways rather than the greedier ways. You saw right through it.

“I understand. People take things like that for granted…” You formed a more comforting smile with your lips.

Sanji was right. There was something different about you that he couldn’t shake. You understood his heart in a span of a few minutes. He felt more than touched by your smile and simple words. You truly were Heaven sent in Sanji’s eyes.

“I’m assuming your friend is our waiter” You giggled. Sanji grumbled.

“He’s absolutely not a friend. Not over my dead body” He sassily remarked, causing a louder giggle to escape your lips. It was music to his ears hearing it from you.

The moss headed waiter came to your table once again after a short while but this time, you knew what you want. You ordered your favorite meal that was, to your surprise, on the menu. You were ecstatic to see it there in cursive writing.

You noticed the slight angry tension between the waiter and the blonde but it was now more amusing to you than anything. You enjoyed their closeted sour relationship, but deep down you knew they had respect for each other.

The frequent swigs of wine got to your system and you felt guilty sending an urge to excuse yourself to the bathroom. As the movies and media portrayed it, people always used the bathroom as an excuse to leave your date stranding. You couldn’t hold it in though, so you pushed yourself out of the cushioned chair to excuse yourself.

“Excuse me” You spoke. Sanji smiled at you while you walked around to find the bathroom. Your absence alerted the moss-headed waiter.

“Who is she?” He blurted out. The mere presence of this man made Sanji’s loving aura die out in an instant.

“She’s just a girl from that second place I began working at” Sanji replied. Zoro had a smug grin on his face.

“And she’s standing you up right now?”

“She’s not standing me up, she’s using the bathroom you moron!” Sanji hissed. Zoro had his arms folded.

“You’re off the clock so technically I can report you for disrespecting customer service” Zoro remarked. Sanji was technically at a higher position than Zoro, but he was still defeated.

“If I weren’t on a date with a literal goddess, I’d burn you with this candle and turn you into barbecue” Sanji pointed at the small lit candle.

“Relax fancy brows” Zoro was used to Sanji’s fiery anger towards him at this point. “Though I think Id still look attractive to her even as barbecue”

“I should kick your ass right here and now!”

“I’d like to see you try, blondie”

“Why you little-“

You walked out the bathroom to see the two butting heads. Sanji paused at the sight of you and formed a lovesick smile on his face at the simple sight of you. Zoro looked tired and rolled his eyes.

“(F/N), dear” He sang. You giggled while approaching the table. Sanji repeated his gentleman action once again by pushing you into your chair. “Welcome back, mademoiselle”

His smooth, flirty personality completely replaced his hot heated one he gave the waiter. You pretended you hadn’t seen the whole show.

“Lousy lover boy” Zoro mumbled. Zoro immediately shut his lips once a foot slammed onto his own. He winced and was ready to punt the blonde straight into the ground, but feared about losing his job. At this point, losing his job was actually a bonus for the both of them.

You faintly heard Zoro curse under his breath while he wobbled away from the table. Their relationship was quite… interesting. It made you laugh, though, so you didn’t complain.

The night went smoothly, despite the small banter between Zoro and Sanji chopping between the night. You laughed and shared loving conversations with Sanji. He explained his experience here at Blue Baratie, the restaurant they dined in. You explained to him about your other relationships, like Ace. Sanji noticed a familiarity with the name Ace but chose not to intrude, simply because he couldn’t exactly pin point where it came from. His main focus was you and your enjoyment anyway.

You were stuffed. You couldn’t bare to lie, the food was incredible, more delicious than you could ever imagine. You finished your plate clean as well as Sanji. Despite the food being gone and in your stomachs, it didn’t stop you from still laughing and sharing blissful conversations.

“And I told em’ ‘Are you serious?’” You snickered at your own story to receive a laugh from Sanji. He was so intrigued by the story you told him.

“Personally, I don’t know what Id do in that situation” Sanji breathed, an amused smile on his face. He was happy as he slowly figured more and more about you and your witty personality.

“I never thought I’d have this much fun on a date before” You sighed. You had a relaxed smile on his face. You saw Sanji’s eyes glow at your words, completely taken back.

“Yeah, me neither…”

You both stared in each others eyes like nothing else mattered. The distinct chatter and clinking of utensils soon washed out to nothingness the further you traveled in Sanji’s eyes. You completely had him wrapped around your pretty finger.

You had his hand held comfortably on the white clothed table. Occasionally, Sanji would rub his thumb against your hand lovingly. It was a sign of affection, and ‘I’ve got you’.

Your romantic trance was soon interrupted by your infamous waiter who had an annoyed expression on his face. You two had been here straggling and conversing longer than you were supposed to.

“Room for dessert?” He was hoping you’d say no, but your sweet tooth said yes. You gleamed at Sanji with sparkling eyes.

“How about we share a treat? What do you say, sweetheart?” He asked with a charming smile. You nodded eagerly. He admired your enthusiasm, but also admired that you managed to annoy the mossy waiter.

The waiter choked back a groan.

“What would you like? We have chocolate fondue, crepes, gourmet cheesecake…”

You glazed the dessert column of sweet treats. Your eyes laid upon the one that looked the most tastiest, and Sanji noticed.

Sanji personally ordered the treat with a smug grin to Zoro, who desperately wanted to throw you two out to save him from the grossness you two spewed with your romance.

He nodded and turned on his heels to place in the request. You excitedly bounced in your chair, ready to share your last treat with your potential profound lover.

“Say, Sanji” You finally spoke. He tilted his head and hummed, awaiting your response.

“What’s with you and that waiter guy? Bad relationship?” You asked curiously. The playful animosity was humorous, but it only made you grow more curious.

“Mosshead?” He chuckled.

“His name is Zoro. We’ve been…” He cleared this throat, refusing to say the term ‘friend’. “We’ve known each other since highschool. He offered to help this restaurant when I started learning how to cook here” Sanji explained. As much as you loved his voice, it didn’t answer your question yet.

“As for our relationship, I won’t lie and say I don’t have respect for the guy. We are close” Sanji admitted, and it was true. Zoro and Sanji had a mutually strong, trustworthy friendship. They had each others backs, just not really showing it the right way.

“He’s just a pain in the ass sometimes…”

He heard you giggle, which he adored. He adored your cute, dorky giggle and laughs all throughout the know, slightly prideful that he was the one to make you feel as delighted as you did.

Soon enough, the plated treat was gently presented in the middle of your table. It looked absolutely delicious and well as elegant. The person that decorated and plated your dishes was patient and delicate. Before you could grab a spoon to take a bite you oh so longed for since you placed the order, Sanji quickly brought a spoonful to your lips.

“Oh, how sweet” You giggled before wrapping your lips around the spoon to get a mouthful of pure, delicate sweetness. You beamed as you chewed. Your expression was purely adorable to Sanji’s eyes.

The last few moments you shared at that fancy table was just the two of you sharing that delectable dessert. You ate most of it while Sanji snagged a bites here and there. Finally, the bill slid across the table. You eyeballed it with gaping eyes and mouth meanwhile Sanji eyed it with ease, like the total was complete pocket change.

“Cheaper than I thought…” He said under his breath. His remark completely baffled you. The total was about as much as your entire weekly paycheck, and this guy was going to expect it to be higher? This restaurant stacked his pockets.

He placed his metal debit card on the bill tray, waiting for the transaction to be over with. Zoro came back with the receipt and card in hand.

“Thank you so much for dining with us” He said with a smile. Instead of gently and professionally placing his card back on the table, he just tossed the card at his chest without looking.

“I swear I’m gonna-“ Sanji abruptly stood up from his cushioned chair after jolting from his card fumbling on his chest. Zoro had a smug grin, only to dart his eyes to you to remind Sanji that he’d make a complete fool out of himself if he didn’t stop right then and there. He cleared his throat.

“Out of my way” He grumbled, only Zoro hearing. He mouthed and mocked Sanji’s remark.

You batted your eyes innocently at the interaction, wondering if you were on a date with a sophisticated gentleman or an angry toddler. You giggled.

Sanji took you by the hand, to which it caused you to rise from your comfortable seating and into his arm. He strut out the restaurant, waving goodbye to his coworkers and colleagues.

The streets were just as busy as they were an hour ago when you waltzed inside. You wondered if this beautiful place ever slept. You felt Sanji snake his arm away from you and dig into his blazer. You watched him pull out a cigarette and flick on his lighter to ignite it. With an inhale and a soft exhale that puffed out smoke, he slithered his arm around your waist.

Sanji stood by you close as you waited for your valet to pull up with Sanji’s car. His arm had a first grip around your waist. He eyed down any man that was out to cat call you or undress you with their eyes. Seemed as if he was ready to drop kick anyone who dared to even think about it.

Finally, the familiar car that dropped you off here in the beginning pulled up. The valet tossed Sanji is car keys and he caught it with one hand, not even daring to struggle. Sanji escorted you to the passenger seat first, both opening and closing the door once you hid inside.

He turned on the engine of his car after sitting in his own seat and sped off down the road to make his way back to your own house. You admitted that you were bummed to go back so soon, thinking the night wasn’t long enough to share more sweet, romantic moments with the blonde lover boy. Sanji felt the same, but now you two were far from strangers.

He felt a strong thread that wrapped around your heart with his own, so he was determined to continue this strong flame you two ignited over dinner. I mean, Sanji couldn’t lie, he was already planning a second date. Something more down to Earth, though.

Sanji caught you catching a glimpse at him. You smiled at his attention and averted your eyes from his own to his slender, yet veiny, hand. The same hand that was flat on his thigh. The blonde read your mind like a psychic and chuckled. You soon felt a warm sensation grip your bare thigh. By his firm touch, you felt shockwaves in your system.

The hand that tenderly rested on your thigh and his side profile focusing on the road was too much. You just had to snag a picture. Once it was captured, you sent it to the first person you thought of.

(F/N) - 7:55 PM

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date completed !:p

Ace - 7:55 PM

SANJI!?

To your utter shock, Ace replied in milliseconds. Ace was always known as taking absolutely ages to reply to a simple text. Better yet, how the hell did he know the name of your handsome man?

(F/N) - 7:56 PM

You know him??

Ace - 7:57 PM

duh???? he’s close with luffy

he’s quite the ladies man so congrats loser!

“Luffy?” You traced your eyes back and fourth over Ace’s text with a mumble. Your hum caught the drivers attention. He tilted his head towards you, but not quite taking his eyes off the road.

“You said something, my dear?” He cooed. You quickly shut off your phone and contemplated on asking him a question or two.

“Do you know a Luffy by any chance?”

Your question made Sanji pause and then exhale in laughter. He pulled his cigarette out of his lips and out the window as you two halted at a red light.

“He’s a handful but we’re close” He replied.

“Why?”

You were completely shocked. All along, what felt like your soulmate was under your nose all along. Once again, you knew Luffy but that was as far as it went. You didn’t know the little group he had with his own friends, simply because you kept closer to his brother and maybe even Sabo as well.

“What a small world” Is all you could say. Sanji hummed in confusion.

“My close friend, Ace” You began. “He’s Luffy’s brother and he found out I was on a date with you”

The familiarity came running back to Sanji after you mentioned his friends cowboy brother. Sanji nodded.

“Of course, you’re right” He chuckled.

“It is a small world”

You two exchanged small fits of laughter, it flooding into a conversation about odd experiences you had with the scruffy boy. Sanji’s experiences were more obscene than yours, but overall still funny.

You realized Sanji pulled up in the public driveway to your apartment. The scenery was quite different than normal. It was maybe cause of the fact you aren’t complaining about your job in this very parking lot as usual, it was replaced with love and desire for a certain chef.

Sanji sighed and relaxed in his drivers seat. He rolled his head, that was laid on the head rest, to you with a half smile. He was just as disappointed as you to see this night end so soon.

“Our last stop, mon amour” He sighed. You tried curving a smile but it was obvious you were bummed. Sanji kept his hand on your thigh the whole ride. You felt him caress the single area in comfort.

“We’ll have another date, if you’d like” He offered. You blushed. The sorrowful feeling was replaced with eagerness and excitement.

“I’d love to. Tonight was amazing” You smiled brightly. Sanji chuckled and pulled out his cigarette to place it on the ashtray that sat in his cup holder. You’d think that due to his massive addiction, the ashtray would be messy. But it wasn’t.

He stroked his fingers against your cheek to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You stared deep in his eyes once more, completely lost within them quicker than you could comprehend. You noticed his face inch closer. This time, you didn’t hesitate to passionately connect your lips with his.

The simple kiss turned into you two synchronizing your lips roughly after a few short seconds. It was obvious that the two of you were holding back a few… urges. The hands that rested on your cheeks weren’t enough. You climbed onto Sanji’s lap, feeling him wrap the hook of your back with his toned arm. A grunt escaped his lips when he slid you closer.

Your lips never separated. The kiss was raising up your body temperature and raising up your arousal. Something poked between your thighs, a blatant single that Sanji felt the same way.

Your lipstick was smudged against Sanji’s. You left more red, pigmented marks along side his cheeks and down his neck. Once your lips and teeth connected to his neck, the pigment wasn’t from your lipstick this time. You made sure he went back home with a love bite or two. You heard Sanji hiss and exhale when you pleased the sweetest parts of his neck. Sanji slowly grabbed the fats of your ass that was sitting right onto him. The backseat never looked better.

His grip made a small mewl escape your own lips. Your hands gripped his white button down, causing the small window of his chest grow larger to see more of his toned body. Oh how desperate you were to rip each and every piece of cloth that laid on his handsome figure.

“Excited now, are we darling~” He soothed in your ear. You found yourself breathing on the crook of his neck when he used his occupied hands to slide you back and fourth over his groin. You felt the rock hard tent roughly graze against your cave. Had you really forgotten to wear shorts under your dress?

Sanji’s grip was strong yet passionate. His breathing grew hoarse and thirsty with each thrust. Your hot breath on his neck only made his brain run wild even more. Sanji’s hand made the hem of your dress rise. His curiosity washed over him.

“No shorts, darling?” He whispered in your ear. Your cheeks flared in embarrassment now that Sanji was looking at your laced bottom. All you could do was whimper.

Sanji gently slipped his long fingers inside your pretty underwear and trailed them upfront. You were already soaked and ready for him, but he wasn’t surprised. You could hear him faintly chuckle as he gently swipes a fighter against your entrance, leaving you to slightly quiver and hitch.

He moved his finger tip in circular motion against your bud. All you could helplessly do is bite his neck to muffle out your moans. Sanji let out a small mewl himself once your seek sank in his neck.

His fingers didn’t stop, the more you made sweet noises the more he kept going, and going. The blonde couldn’t get enough of your sweet noises. You bucked your hips on his fingers, feeling a knot tie around your womb. His fingers caressed you with pure expertise.

He quickened his pace, causing your thighs to twitch. He noticed your moans getting more sloppier and inconsistent. You were a mess, all done by Sanji’s fingertips. He had a grin on his face through all of it, slight groans of sensations knowing he was the one to completely wreck your brain.

He stopped pleasuring your bud and sunk in two digits, feeling your velvet walls wrap around his fingers warmly. He bit his lip feeling you. He was about to break through his pants himself.

He curved and moved his fingers in the perfect way, almost immediately finding that sweet spot. Once he felt your teeth disconnect from his neck and yelp out a stronger moan, he gaped his mouth.

“Right there? Yeah?” He breathed in your ear. Sanji didn’t stop plunging his fingers in that spot where he got a reaction out of you. He felt you nod in the crook of his neck. Sanji couldn’t be more prouder of himself knowing he was making your night with just his hands.

“Sanji… Sa-haah…” You finally spoke his name. You received a sexy hum from him. He rolled his eyes.

“Say it again” He turned his head to face you. Upon not seeing your flustered face, Sanji snaked a hand behind your neck and gripped your hair. Sanji made sure to be gentle. He slowly pulled your head out of his neck to see you.

“C’mon, doll, say it again” He said with a grin, not slowing down his hands a bit. His fingertips kissed that same spot at an increasingly higher speed.

“S… Sanji…”

Your words were broken up with heavy breathing and moans. Sanji looked pleased, as well as ready to throw you in the back seat and please you with something else. His used his hand to connect his lips with yours, a heavy exhale of desire coming from Sanji.

Your body twitched, and your moans grew louder than before in Sanji’s mouth. He felt your walls close in around his fingers by the second. That knot was about to snap.

“Close, dear?” He smiled. You nod, whimpering left and right when you reached your climax. The pleasure was shooting through your body like a canon, and you grew desperate.

“C’mon, you can do it” He encouraged. The tone of his voice was smooth. “Yes, c’mon…”

He had his mouth slightly opened as he watched both you and your body getting plundered into by his mere fingers.

“San-ngnnh~ Sanji~!” You yelped. Your orgasm was strong and powerful. Sanji groaned in pleasure just by looking at you riding out your own orgasm.

After he saw your body relax on his own, he pulled out his fingers slowly. He brought them up to his face and separated his index and pointed. Your juices left a thick string in between his digits, and he chuckled.

“How was that, mon amour?” He cooed. You laid on his chest, completely burnt out. You had a meek smile on your face.

“Amazing…” You breathed out. You heard Sanji lick off your juices clean off his fingers. He hummed.

Soon after, he caressed your back for a few moments. He noticed how limp and weak your body was and chuckled.

“What floor is your place?” He asked quietly. You had a small grumble in your throat.

“Second…”

With that, Sanji pulled out the keys of his expensive car and shoved them into his pocket. He had a strong arm wrapped around your lower back for support and he carried you out the car.

You kept your balance on the ground but your thighs were shaking like a leaf, as if you just came through a blizzard bare naked. Sanji didn’t let you walk, though. You made a small sound once you felt him swept you off your feet and into his hands.

Upon arriving in your actual apartment room, he went straight into your bedroom. Sanji sat you on the edge of your bed. You slouched and palmed your eyes tiredly. That orgasm took everything out of you. You watched Sanji scramble in your drawers to eventually pull out a loose shirt and shorts.

“Put these on, my love” He placed them beside you, as well as a peck on his cheek. You managed to smile at his kindness.

“I’ll prepare some chocolate for you while you’re at it” A thumb brushed against your cheek before you saw the blonde exit your room, gently shutting the door of your room.

The sexual intimacy was a broken record in your brain, but you loved it. It was probably one of the best, if not the best, orgasms you’ve ever experienced. You sluggishly tore off your fancy dress and slipped on the significantly less fancier clothes.

You didn’t bother picking up your heels or shoes. Your exhaustion completely took over, but not enough for you to ignore the presence of the handsome blonde man in your kitchen. You quietly exited your dear room and saw the blondie completely focused on making hot chocolate from scratch.

You wrapped your slender, tired arms around his slim waist. You heard a chuckle come from him while he was in the middle of mincing a bar of chocolate.

“I see you’re a lot more comfortable now, sweetheart” He said smoothly. You nodded.

You gave Sanji one long, loving squeeze and separated yourself from him to sit at your marbled kitchen island, only to watch him lovingly prepare a mug of fresh hot chocolate.

“Unfortunately, you have no marshmallows” He sighed, pouring the milky beverage into a white mug.

“Bummer”

Sanji shook a can of whipped cream and you heard the loud sound echo throughout the whole area as we swirled the cream in your drink. Sanji sprinkled on flakes of the minced chocolate and served it to you with an elegant hand.

“How sweet of you, Vinsmoke” You giggled, snaking your hand into the handle of the mug. He leaned against the kitchen counter to puff his cigarette iconically.

“You deserve each drop of it” He smiled.

You giggled and licked a scoop of whipped cream. Despite that not being as homemade as the actual beverage, it was still delicious.

“If you’re all set, I’ll clean the kitchen and be on my way” Sanji sighed, bummed out that no matter what, he had to bring this blissful night to an end.

You hummed, scooping a finger full of whipped cream and suggestively wrapped both your tongue and fingers on it. You sucked it off, leaving a popping sound escape your lips.

“I don’t think the night is over just yet” You teasingly said. Sanji had his mouth slightly agape at your demeanor.

“Mon amour…” He breathed, forming a smug smile on his face.

“The dishes can wait…”

all characters rightfully belong to Eiichiro Oda

#vinsmoke sanji #straw hat sanji #sanji x reader #sanji #fanfic #op x reader #one piece strawhats #one piece x reader

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tatasoom · 4 months

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PREVIEW IS RAISING PAINFUL FAMILY ISSUES

Maybe the most hard to write analysis, because I totally understand topics like divorced parents, hardworking mother, problematic older brother and all those psychological little things someone probably didn't even notice. Day's family is like trigger bingo for me and that's... interesting.

1. Let's start with the most controversial part.

Day and Mhok will come back home, I guess MUCH later than they planned and also with bad news about Day's eyes condition. Many people keep writing about Day's mother being too harsh, that she's always busy making money and can't understand how much Mhok loves Day.

You can see that in this scene every character has tears in their eyes. They all have their own truth as well.

Day loves Mhok and wants to be more independent and he's right.

Mhok loves Day and want to take care of him and he's right.

Day's mother loves Day and want him to not be hurt and she's right.

That's why this scene is so heartbreaking.

We already know about Mhok and Day's love, but look at Day's mother perspective! She was officially married, gave birth to two boys and still that wasn't enough for that man not to leave her for another woman letting her and her sons craving for food. Now you want this woman to accept that her completely blind younger son has a romantic relationship with a man she barely knows. Not even mentioning Mhok's background and financial status. For her the word "love" will never ever be enough to agree with this whole situation.

So Mhok wants to quite (and that is also right), Day can't bare the thought of loosing him even for a day now that he knows how it feels to love and be loved. P'MHOK PROMISED HE WON'T LET GO OFF OF DAY'S HAND will think Day of course. However things has already changed and Mhok will be standing outside the door:

Mhok was allowed to join this family sometimes on definite terms. Day's mother already told him that there're only three of them and those who breakes this rule is not welcomed anymore.

And for those who thinks Day and Mhok is gonna break up. Nah, not these guys. They'll be together next episode.

2. Begin again

I really appreciate the idea of giving Mhok a chance to change his life completely. When talking about Last Twilight being a series that gives hope we need to mention that no person is qualified for only one job. No matter how old are you, no matter what you studied in the uni, you can find something new you really like to do and make it your job.

Btw, could you think of that Mhok who aggressively fixed a chair becoming a chef?! The best plot twist ever haha

Also need to mention the bag in Day's hand. I have a strong feeling that Day can leave home after arguing with his mother (not blame both of them actually).

3. Love love love

It's not Last Twilight if we don't have some funny and bright scenes after some angst like rainbow after the rain.

They're in love, your honor!

It's pretty interesting that Day is painting something after meeting his father (who's an artist). Did you know that visually impaired people can be painters too?

This scene also gave us a lot of BTS shots, so we can assume that Night and Phojai will be somehow there with Day and Mhok, yay!

I like her Kiss t-shirt, she's a badass!

4. Another scene?

Now I want to tell you something about the scene we didn't see in a preview, but already have some hints for it.

One of the most beautiful picture in the whole series. Do you remember the bag? It's here, right beside Day!

I can't show everything with screenshots (and too lazy to make gifs so really appreciate everyone who makes it), but Mhok looks kinda sad listening to Day in this scene. Maybe Day needs to go back home? Oh maybe they just discussing some serious things? Who knows!

And that's all for this episode 10.

I don't like the idea of having ep 11 curse after having already like four or even more heart wrenching episodes... However we still didn't see that crying Mhok from the trailer. And moreover there's another hint for something terrifying, we just don't know yet if it's future or past. I don't think I'm ready for this sh*t if it's gonna happen later. Once I've noticed it I can't stop thinking of this moment and also can't make myself to discuss it. Let's just trust in P'Aof. And prepare some money for going to Thailand.

Thank you for reading!

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#last twilight the series #last twilight #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan #jimmysea #mhokday #morkday

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moondustmanwise · 8 months

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Watched Murder Drones, here's my overall thoughts! I'll attempt to be spoiler free, but there might be light spoilers. Starting with the positives, I'd say that the voice acting and animation are all phenomenal. It is a good project made by people who worked very hard and did a good job. The character's characterizations are all great, entertaining to watch without feeling trite or stuck in tropes. The character designs are amazing, the background music is fantastic, and the horror is done with a chef's kiss of excellence.

However, I can tell there are a lot of issues, primarily in the writing. Onto the negatives. I can tell the show suffers from being short, I predict the entire show will be about 8-10 episodes long. When something is short, it's important to know what to focus on vs what not to focus on. The show has pacing issues for sure, everything flies at a breakneck speed, and while that's not bad- it would have been a better show if it'd shrunk the focus from the start. The school stuff is fine, but starting at episode 4, it should have been left behind in service of a tighter plot. Light spoilers, but, it would have resulted in a better story if the students had just not been there as it ended up not adding anything of substance to the story itself. It was just incredibly distracting. There are plot hooks that are entirely sidestepped (so far in the story, the show isn't finished, so they may or may not be picked back up) in favor of different ones, which leaves the impression that the show was not entirely planned or written out from the beginning. That, or it didn't go through enough peer reading, which may have caught some of the loose threads and trimmed some fat. Lastly, there's an issue of tone. While the general impression is that it's meant to be a horror/dark comedy, there are a few problems that come from this. Firstly, the tone whiplashes around in episode 4, from complete comedy to complete horror, which ends up undercutting both aspects. By episode 5, it's only horror with some comedic stings, which ends up serving the story better in almost every way. This tonal issue is best presented in the (light spoilers from now on) show's general laissez faire attitude towards death in the first four episodes. Death is treated as a punchline more than anything, with side characters dying left and right with very little weight to that. In episode 4, most of the class dies as a joke, and while that might not seem like a big deal, there's constant attempts to frame death as a very very bad thing from the character's perspective that the show itself disagrees with at every turn. Death is both the primary motivator of multiple major characters, and at the same time nothing more than something the audience is meant to point and laugh at. This causes a disconnect in the story that serves to make character motivations feel pointless in regards to death or dying. If the show doesn't treat death with even a modicum of gravity, then how is the audience meant to feel anything at all when major characters are threatened with it? This may seem like I didn't enjoy the show or the story, but far from it, I did have a good time watching it, and I'm at least interested to see where they take things and if they resolve loose plot threads or leave them to dangle. The team did a good job, and they should be proud, it isn't easy to create independent projects. Especially animation! I'd say it's a flawed but very enjoyable watch.

#murder drones #murder drones uzi #murder drones n #v murder drones #show review #writing reviews #7/10

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1poda · 6 months

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She Hates Pirates! Pt.8

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Alba stood before a rocky mountain and held the map before her sight to double check "This is it... there's gotta be a hidden entrance somewhere" The Explorer held a hand to her chin in thought, seemingly not noticing the band of men who surrounded her, holding their weapons and grinning for a fight they picked the perfect moment for… or so they thought.

"I suppose.... I'll have to beat it outta one of you guys" She turned to the wide-eyed ambush with a blank stare.

The Capitan and his teammates forced their way through tangled bushes and mean vines, Zorro bubbled and hissed before unsheathing one of his unreplaceable blades to attack the grabby vegetation around them "How much longer do we have to stay in this hell jungle?" he groaned, earning a side glance from the straw hat chef who stood behind him.

"We'll stay as long as it takes, I'm not leaving without Alba by my side" Sanji gazed into the sunset dramatically with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. The pair to busy grumbling at each other to notice Luffy as he forced a boulder out of the way with an angry strength, with his lips upturned childishly the pirate let out a huff.

Kicking a small pebble the monkey boy continued to shuffle his way through the thick forest "Dumb Alba, leaving me behind... didn't even wait for breakfast..." he kicked another stone "Dummy...!"

At his grumbling the bright-haired pair glanced at each other as they followed his footsteps wordlessly, all appearing fine until the island shook gravely, the trees almost coming uprooted from the force while crumbling rocks fell from a nearby mountain. The shaking rocking of the island grew more violent as smoke began to build from the mouth of the elevated peek, shooting out in a group of ash before the breeze above swirled its dancing fumes in a threatening spin around the exit.

"No way!" Luffy giggled at the sudden reveal as his men yelled at the development "First Marines and now this?! Just what the hell is wrong with this island!" the swordsman flailed around as the trembles eased, the back of his red striped shirt was grabbed by Sanji.

The chef kicked himself to safety with an angry sword fighter in hand while their giggling Capitan swung from branch to branch, seemingly filled with a new sense of life since the white-haired 'Explorer' left him behind.

"You really think a girl like that is making this much racket?"

Sanji let out a grunt as he dodged a particularly large and dangerous boulder, taking a moment to think about the kind of people Luffy seemed to keep around him, beautiful girls or not, everyone touched by the friendship of their Capitan would be strange one way or another.

"Guess we can't rule out anything at this point" Sanji mumbled as he followed the bouncing rubber man.

Alba huffed and puffed inside the cave she had bullied her way through, the entrance crumbling at her epic arrival while piles of men littered the hideout, her fists trembled at the sight of four larger fighters standing before her. Each with their own nasty grin and weapon. Large guns filled the back of one big body while his friend- who allowed his large sword to hang from the left side of his hip- leaned on a shoulder, careful not to add pressure on his countless grenades.

The third fighter stood on the other side of the Marine he followed, a large cement hammer was held in one hand easily while the other gripped a huge shield which could easily cover the prepared men, awaiting for any sign of danger or violence.

The largest of them all laughed at the state of his men, all beaten and bruised yet still groaning from the pain. His fat lips circled into a nearly toothless grin as he took a handful of stomps forward "Nice job you did here, lill fish"

Alba's eyes widened at the nickname and a glow quickly snapped through the darkness of the cave. Her skin grew a pale light which expelled every shadow from the cave, as the furious Alba grew brighter the largest of the group chuckled and pointed a finger to the roof of their hideaway.

"I wouldn't go and do that now- after all... one more little explosion from you and this whole island sinks" the marine chuckled as her wide stare trickled to the space behind the evil doers which had begun filling with steam and building heat. Following their seductive wisps of smoke her light dimmed as the Explorer had realised why this was their chosen battleground.

Her knuckles popped at the strength of her gripping fists as her angry stare made one of his lackeys glance at his friend, wondering if fighting her in a place like this was really a good idea. What if she, like their captain, had some sort of unfinished death wish?

#brook one piece #franky #luffy x oc #monkey d. luffy #one piece #robin #roronoa zoro #one pace #one piece fandom #tony tony chopper #one piece nami #ussop #ussop one piece #god ussop #straw hat pirates #OC

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Babygirl, i got it

I just want to tell you if it’s ok I send the strawberry jam request to my friend who also writes(prob won’t write it cuz she’s busy) that was unimportant

I am the anon who wrote you the ask on Strawberry Jam.

And after eating all that up, I have to say. I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE READ SOMETHING SO DELICIOUS. This work was a high quality piece and I’m coming back for more.

So,

You know I’m gonna ask you for Continuation of this masterpiece.

So my mind is already jumping to the third part so I think, I’m just gonna tell you how the third part could go (I have severe adhd)

-year or two later-

Bros getting ready to marry her n eyeing her up n down, thinking whether he should break the promise he gave to her dad about not getting her pregnant n blah blah blah. Him inviting over her dad while she is wedding shopping and asking him for permission¿ Fr he would be so nervous and tense I’m not even kidding.

“Also, I might get her pregnant before the wedding” or “also, I think she’s pregnant, she has been very moody lately” fR he would be smug about it

(just pretend it’s something else/I’m not very smart as I’m writing this cause it 3 am and I have not slept yet, but it’s holidays)

She would find out that she’s pregnant and getting all happy n dovey, knowing it’s the consequences of them fucking raw everywhere in the house. ( fr he would have it as a bucket list, fuck on every stable surface n room in the house, he would also be so shameless about it, I love it)

He comes home, after getting ‘the talk’ from his future fil (father in law), sensing she has something to say, so with his shit-eating grin he says something along the lines of “ what you have for me, ma? Don’t get all shy on me, mami” I love him nicknaming me ma or mami, don’t even get me started on his accent and his talks in Spanish to me.

He would be so happy n exited for this new chapter of their life together the even tear would escape his eye, that she’s growing their little bean inside her.

For instance, he would kiss her all up with their make out sesh he would lay her on his chest, her listening to his heartbeat n getting sleepy telling him all about her day. FR he would just euphorically smile, knowing that he’s internally happy.

I feel like this would already be part four🫠

Them marrying each other and the dad and Miguel would be both crying, no the dad would be full on sobbing while walking her down the aisle. I assume that by the time he was marrying her she would be PREGNANT pregnant like on the bring of pushing the lil human out, but before all that, there would be the happiest moments of them together, for example them laying in bed early in the morning on weekend, he would be up bc fr he’s a morning bird, setting himself so his head would be next to her baby bump. He would talk to the baby fetus for HOURS to no end.

Or them together cooking, just things like that.

OHHH PART 2

so her putting her high level qualified degree to use, she gets a job at alchimax working alongside him, and slowly realising they they’re both unhappy. So they start their own company.( I do not have any experience) like the company would slowly turn into the most powerful corporation ever destroying everyone with its patented tech n ideas, bro they would be crazy rich but still be kind of humble? Their jobs be like their hobbies, and dad would be super proud of her.

Part five would be like them with their baby, and just loving tooth rotting fluff of Miguel being a father.

I am💯sure that Miguel would have lactation kink.

I did not reread it after me, for that I apologise, because I’m gonna go to sleep cuz it’s currently 4 am and I’ve been writing this for an hour. Also it’s incoherent, I will prob make it coherent soon. Also you absolutely feel no pressure writing it anytime soon, because I know it’s a lot and it’s kinda not making sense?and kinda cringe?

Anon...

I must ask you for advice cause that PLOTTING SKILL IS *Chef kiss* Wish I had that fr haha.

2. Im so... JSKGAHSHS ❤️❤️ You loved it.

3. OF COURSE I AM WRITING A PART 2 and probably make it a small fic 🤭. It is not cringe. I love smut, sure, but I also love me a good fluff and stuff.

4. Its totally fine, if they write it, I wanna read too! ❤️

5. I will upload as soon as I have cleared up some other requests and AU's for Miguel.

You seriously made my day. Any request do, actually, ❤️. Thank you so much for keeping me busy haha.

6.Rest well nonny ❤️✨.

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4/14/2024 9:00 PM

I had a really good Sunday. I didn't get much done at all, but I got to refresh my head. I went down to the river's edge and hiked to the bridge and back, about four miles all together. The woods are really waking up now that it seems spring is officially here. I'm not sure, but if I had to guess, we probably hit seventy degrees today. There's a tradeoff though, because now my room seems unreasonably hot. I won't open my window, because my screen has holes in it, and I really do not like bats in the house. I love to see them outside, but I do not like them flying around my house. They freak me out, and for some reason or other, rabies scares the absolute hell out of me. I don't mess with wild animals that can bite me and kill me with a disease that looks like something extremely horrible to go through.

I got my first negative "you suck" comments on one of my poems, and, maybe this is weird, but that makes me beyond happy. Sure, getting likes and reblogs, and nice comments are fun and all, but I was waiting until someone thinks I am so awful at what I love to do, that they need to tell me. If it's constructive, I'm all for it, and I will take those opinions with deep consideration, but to those who just tell me I suck, without really knowing anything about what I do, or more importantly WHY i do what i do, I feel sad for. Art critics. The idea of being a critic in any form of art fields is a laugh. Art is subjective. What I write means something different for someone else. What I see in my head is a totally different painting then the one hanging up on the wall. What I hear in music is far off from what someone else's ears hear. And that should be respected. I can't stand Taylor Swift, but I respect her place in the music world. I don't think Van Gogh paintings aren't all the beautiful, but I still consider him one of the masters but I'd put Robert S. Connet on that hill too. Memento dragged on, but Christopher Nolan is one of my favorite directors. And if you see something, and your thought is "wow, this sucks" and not "Let's try to make it better" maybe it's best you just shut the fuck up and let people have their thing. I will always love "You suck" comments, on the simple fact I've pissed one more stranger off.

But now, I'm sitting here, writing this and I'll write a few other lines while watching Melancholia for who knows how many times. I love me some Lars Von Trier films. The guy is a master at his craft. I need a break from Futurama anyway. As much as I love the show, after a bit some of the characters just irritate me and I can't do the show. I'm at a good spot to take a break anyway. The very beginning of the "movie" season.

Hopefully my brother turns up soon. They were headed into town so I sent them with some money to pack me up some soda and pop tarts. Yes, I know. I eat like a twelve year old. I don't care. I don't eat much, and when a strawberry poptart and a coke is all I can get down, it's healthier than not eating anything at all, right? Kind of ironic isn't it? A chef with no appetite. I can't remember the last time I ate something from where I work.

I did forget to take about Jolie yesterday. I've known her for years, as she used to run the kitchen in the American Legion at the same time I first took over the bowling alley kitchen. And we have always gotten along extremely well. It's always a good time when she's around. Just that kind of person. So she left the legion and hasn't done anything in the business since, but her and her husband are looking to buy a restaurant, and she offered me the job to come on has an actual head chef. I mean, I'd get to do menus again, and work with distributors and come up with stuff and have the actual fun parts of the job handed back. Of course, that means I'd also have to do the shitty parts too, budgets, scheduling, budgets, most maintence, did I mention budgets? Still, maybe it's a sign? I've been talking about how badly I want out of the alley, that maybe this is the universe giving me an option to do that, and maybe even re-light the fire and the passion for food to burn bright again?

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Rant about work today below cut

so today was fun (<- lying so hard you can see the sarcasm) I first came in to work at 2 because that's my usual shift and I just didn't check the schedule beyond whether I work or not a few days ago. Turns out I was supposed to be in at 4 to close and the way the sous chef informed me of this kinda soured my mood right out the gate. He didn't call me an idiot for not checking my schedule outright, but I could hear it in his voice.

Whatever, I'll brush it off. There's a coffeeshop with good breakfast sandwiches like two blocks away I'll hang out there for a few hours.

Well turns out they close at 3 in the winter and I didn't know they weren't open until 4. So even though I left immediately and the employee was nice and polite about it, I felt like the asshole customer who was trying to stay after closing. So just another bad emotion to throw in the mix.

So I headed back and sat in the back hallway of work on my phone off the clock since sous was already mad I was here early (for some reason- it's a busy week it's not like I'd be standing around and if I'm already here anyway who gives a shit)

And of course being at work and trying to relax is not compatible. People are talking and coworkers I don't vibe with are hanging out and getting on my nerves for just existing so I put both earbuds in to drown it all out as I scroll tumblr and that mostly works until-

I get the distinct impression that the last thing that was said was to me. I look up and it's the head chef looking at me. I take my music out and ask him to say again. He tells me "you know you can clock in and get to work right"

It was still like 15 minutes to 4. I was planning on clocking in 5 minutes to. Because the aforementioned sous being mad at me for being early. I didn't feel like explaining that and I already don't like chef and didnt want him to think i was arguing so I just agreed that yes I can get to work and did. It still grated on me and getting contradictory orders that make me feel like I can never do anything right is pretty high on my pet peeve list so even though I pushed it down it really set me off inside.

So you know. Before the apron's on I'm pissed.

Did I mention I was off work yesterday? I was off work yesterday. You know what having a day off work does to my station, my lovely neat and organized station that I do everything in my power to keep that way so I can survive my fucking job?

It makes it look like a hurricanes been through there.

If bottles aren't greasy or missing, door handles are sticky, dessert cooler is packed with mess that should be in the offline cooler, plate stacks are missing, and of course I should note we are running both a featured salad and dessert that I would consider me not having space for therefore making an extra layer of clutter I can't actually get rid of.

Oh did I mention we technically open at 3? I have to deal with tickets as I organize all this shit, and mentally I can't look at the probably poorly marked preplist before counters and line coolers have some semblance of organisation.

Theres an adage the previous chef would say, "messy station messy mind," and he was so right.

If only there was a solution. If only I had more time to get set up and get certain sauces and dressings at room temp where they can actually come out the bottle. If only there was some magical way to preserve my sanity and actually get my job done smoothly. But I guess some things are just meant to stay in the realm of impossibility.

And of course because I wasn't working yesterday and the opening was chaos, I didn't notice we were already on the backups that were panned up for beets and arugula for the featured salad. Everything is prepped, but I need it brought to station.

I tell my second as she's pulling the empty pan, "hey can you get four more of these flat bottomed [6th] pans and both types of beets please?" I even pointed at the pan. I meant for her to bring them up and I actually pan them up so I can make sure they're labeled and filled to the top and the backups are wrapped properly and everything but she takes awhile to do that (and she's not the kind to talk to every single person on her way to and back from the cooler like another second on my station) so she's probably panning them on prepline and that's fine, ok?

I didn't Specifically say to bring empty pans up to let me do it, and she's trying to do her job I'm not mad ok. As long as it gets done. Despite what the rest of this post tells you I am not so much of a control freak I cannot recognize that.

Heres the thing. She didn't pan up backups. She did one pan of each type of beet, and one was in a round bottom pan. (This matters slightly in the fact that 1. Flat bottoms hold more volume and 2. They're more stable standing upright on flat surfaces, like on a makeshift cooler made out of a hotel pan over ice that I don't know is entirely health code complient but that's not important here)

Point is it wouldn't Really matter if I didn't specifically tell her to get flat pans and I know there's flat pans back there. It also wouldn't Really matter if I didn't tell her to get 4. What did she think the other two were for? I asked here where the backups were and she was confused so I explained I wanted two of each, and she went to get those.

Do more at one time and you have to do it less often. I don't know how this is so hard to explain or understand. If there were backups already in the line cooler this wouldn't be any issue at all but here we are.

So I finished my wave of tickets and got the arugula myself. Did I mention the distant whistling the whole time? There was distant whistling throughout this entire encounter. Do I need to explain why that didn't help anything at all?

And then there's the servers who just expect me to be able to read their minds instead of what they actually type onto the tickets. "Birthday" ≠ "birthday plate" (birthday desserts get discounted, and some anniversary or birthday people get a big plate denoting the celebration written in chocolate at the top. Idk if this special treatment costs extra or what) and you would think one of the servers that have been working here longer than I have would know that by now.

I want it to be noted that mistakes are understandable but still, having to replate something in the middle of a rush because of a server's mistake has never improved my mood even once. Did the time you save by not typing those 5 letters surpass the time taken by me redoing it for you?

Im so tired. I know I'm bossy and controlling, but I do make a very conscious effort to understand that each thing here isn't something to be mad about. Everyone makes mistakes, and my standards for organization are matched by very few people. I do try so very hard to let all non essential things go, but holy fucking shit it adds up so quickly.

But you know what? There's upside at the end of all this.

I get to go immediately to bed and do it all again tomorrow.

#pire.txt #Venting about work tag #I tried to make it coherent #I very specifically checked my schedule and I'm in at 2 and not closing for the next two days #And I was the one to mark the preplist today for tomorrow so I know it was done right #god I'm so tired physically and emotionally #Remember when I was the only one trained for that station?#I was soloing a two person station all summer and I was tired but it was being done right?#Yeah #Fuck I need out #I think I need to try and get screened again for mental issues #There's no way this is just the autism not with how big the emotional response is #Either that or get back into therapy. Or both.#I get a major discount for behavioral health it's definitely easier now than when my parents tried sending me to one after my diagnosis #And the only major identifiable problems were I couldn't do my homework to save my life and also the other kids hated me #There's definitely more specifics to talk about and explore now.#I just need to fucking get on that horse I guess #I'm not doing shit now tho I need to go to bed

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Working!! is the Perfect 8/10 Anime

Now that I wrote On Rating Anime, and "Perfection" I'm going to talk about an exception to that approach. My definition of a 10/10 anime is one that is Perfect In Every Way That Matters. Working!!, also known as Wagnaria!!, is unquestionably an 8/10. It is also, in its own way, Perfect. Working!! does not want to be one of the Great Works Of Art, but it does have Something To Say. Over the course of three seasons and a special, it manages to deliver on multiple stories about love in many forms while never losing sight of the fun.

Working!! is a 2010 comedy anime about an ensemble cast of weirdos who work in a family restaurant called Wagnaria. It is based on a 4-koma (four panel) manga of the same name, so episodes are mostly a collection of shorter scenes with only vague continuity between them. The larger continuity of the show is carried more by the development of the relationships among the characters, as opposed to the twists and turns of any plot.

Characters

It's an ensemble cast, so here come a lot of names.

Popura "Poplar" Taneshima - Female, 17 years old, high school student, part-time waiter. Popura is short enough to be mistaken for a middle schooler, and definitely has a complex about it. She is unfailingly positive, hard working, and just wants everyone to get along.

Souta Takanashi - Male, 16 years old, high school student, part-time waiter. Takanashi is a guy who really, really likes small things. He works at Wagnaria specifically because the diminutive Popura asked him to and working there lets him be around her. Both of Souta's parents are generally absent due to work, so he lives with his four sisters as one of the more functional members of the household.

Mahiru Inami - Female, 17 years old, high school student, part-time waiter. Inami has extreme androphobia, to the point of physically attacking any man who gets within a few feet of her. This is exacerbated by the fact that she is physically very strong, despite her slight build. Despite the obvious disadvantages of this quirk when interacting with the public, she does her best at her job. As the only male waiter, Takanashi is the primary victim of her reflexive violence. For seemingly obvious reasons, Inami is largely estranged from her father.

Kyouko Shirafuji - Female, 28 years old, manager. Kyouko does the absolute minimum necessary to get by, and is more than willing to exploit her position to her advantage. In practice, that mostly just means feeding herself off the restaurant's supplies, to the chagrin of most of the staff. Her apathy is not absolute, and if shenanigans genuinely threaten the stability of the restaurant she will step in.

Yachiyo Todoroki - Female, 20 years old, floor chief. Yachiyo worships the very ground Kyouko walks on. She blatantly enables Kyouko's sloth, and jealously guards against anyone else taking up more of Kyouko's attention than is absolutely necessary. She also carries a katana at all times, while completely oblivious of how intimidating this makes her.

Jun Satou - Male, 20 years old, head chef. Jun is very capable but has trouble communicating anything not related to work. He has a crush on Yachiyo that is extremely obvious to anyone with an ounce of social intelligence (so, barely 1/3 of the cast, and certainly not including Yachiyo herself). His height and stoic manner make him somewhat intimidating, and he uses that to keep things around him (partially) in order.

Hiroomi Souma - Male, at least 20 years old, sous chef. Souma is outwardly pleasant, but is very perceptive and willing to exploit the things he knows about people to get them to do what he wants. Luckily, all he usually wants is small favors around work.

Hyougo Otoo - Male, top head of the restaurant. He is rarely present, as he is often abroad searching for his long-missing wife. When he is in town, he is very subject to intimidation from the frankly terrifying female staff and rarely pushes back on any shenanigans.

"Aoi Yamada" - Female, allegedly 16 years old, waiter. Yamada is clearly running away from home under a fake name. The very forgiving Otoo has allowed her to live in the attic of Wagnaria in exchange for her working as a waiter. Unfortunately she is clumsy, self-important, and generally a pain in the butt.

Summary

The first season of Working!! is dedicated almost entirely to meeting the cast and coming to understand their relationships. It is a comedy at all times, with most of the humor coming from the wackiness that results from very weird people interacting in different subsets and situations. There are many sources of chaos and humor - Yamada causing problems accidentally, Souma causing problems deliberately, and generally all the fun that comes from the wild interactions that follow from the quirky staff of Wagnaria.

As the show goes on, relationships slowly but surely develop. Takanashi and Inami, forced together by circumstance, come to develop feelings for one another. This is very hard for them to recognize, because Inami is still likely to respond to being startled by Takanashi in any way using force. In the meantime, Satou's feelings for Yachiyo only intensify. Yachiyo's fixation on Kyouko make him feel that any approach will be doomed from the start, but with the unsolicited help of other staff members they inch ever so slightly closer together.

Parallel to the romantic plots, the various separated families begin to be pulled back together. These storylines contain the spoilers, so I'll be oblique. At first as we learn about the Inami, Takanashi, and Yamada families, we find that we mostly don't learn about them. For their own reasons and in their own ways, the characters manage to step around exposing those parts of themselves to each other. Yamada is forced to reconnect when her family comes looking for her. Otoo's wife re-enters the picture, but for humorous reasons she is blown back out again. Inami's father is hesitant to re-emerge, but it is clear that he has something to apologize for. Finally, Takanashi's active efforts to avoid talking about his mother become abruptly very understandable when we meet her.

A Different Kind of Foil

Working!! does something a bit unusual with narrative foils. Instead of character foils, it has contrasting relationships. The initially doubly oblivious Inami-Takanashi relationship is contrasted with the unidirectional Yachiyo-Satou relationship. Otoo's quest to reunite with his wife contrasts with Yamada's efforts to avoid reuniting with her own family. In the later parts of the show, Inami's estrangement from her father is compared to Takanashi's disconnect with his mother. These contrasts are Working!!'s secret sauce when it comes to telling its stories about love.

The Inami-Takanashi and Yachiyo-Satou comparison lets it examine developing and recognizing romantic love. Here are multiple ways people can come to develop feelings for each other. What sort of obstacles might they face? What keeps them from recognizing the feelings they have? What are the consequences for their other relationships as things change?

The Otoo and Yamada contrast is about separated families. For Otoo, separation is a matter of circumstance rather than choice, and both of them make great effort to reunify. On the Yamada side the separation is only desired on one side - the other seeks reunification just as intently as Otoo does. What is it that makes returning someone home a matter of persuasion instead of simply finding them? Why and how might someone want to change their family circumstance, and how far would they go to achieve that? How do separation by chance and choice feel different?

The parental relationships of Takanashi and Inami are the most serious part of the show - it's very possible to argue that their parents emotionally abused them. Since these are stories about parents and children, they are largely about control. For Inami, where is the line between raising your child in the way you see fit and manipulating them abusively? For Takanashi, how much control of a child's life trajectory can a parent exercise by fiat?

Never Drop the Smile

Now, with all that heavy business about broken families and whatnot, you may be wondering "hey, is this one of those comedies that actually turns into a drama later and isn't as fun?" To that I am pleased to respond in the negative. Working!! manages to stay funny even through all of that. The way it achieves this is simple, yet genius. Every place a dramedy would have a dark or edgy reason some family fell apart, Working!! has a funny one.

I don't want to spoil all the jokes, so I'll just share one: Otoo is looking for his wife, who disappeared years ago. A darker show would have it be that she ran away, or he did something that pushed her away which he now regrets. But no, he's looking for her because she's lost. As in, her sense of direction is so bad that she has also been trying to get home for years and cannot find her way back.

Conclusion

Score: 8/10. This is a show that wants to be a light and fluffy and comfortable, and it does that to a T. What makes it the perfect 8/10 is that it does that while simultaneously exploring love from many different angles.

Recommendation: You should watch Working!! Yes, you. The power level requirement is nominal, and if you have ever struggled with acknowledging or expressing your love for another person (romantic or otherwise) you will find a way to connect with it. It's also just a lot of fun all around.

Comparisons

Toradora! is the greatest love story ever told, and it happens to be a romcom with a violent tsundere main girl and an extended cast of weirdos with a lot more going on than it seems. Working!! thus stands in the shadow of Toradora! in a few ways. The plot-signifcant cast of Working!! is larger than Toradora!’s, which means the show doesn’t give the core relationships as much time as they might otherwise have - but if it didn’t have a cast of weirdos, it wouldn’t be Working!! Toradora! actually does have to yield to Working!! on one point - the explorations of parental relationships. For Toradora!, it comes up in only a few arcs, whereas in Working!! it weaves through whole seasons and is much better integrated into the last minute will things fall apart twist.

Saekano, well. Instead of turning up the dial on romance, it turned it up on the other themes, and on drama. Season 2 of Saekano and of Working!! are nothing alike. And yet… in the Saekano movie, it brings all the weirdos together and has all the shenanigans fall together in just the right way to make the ending happen. Working!! does that too, particularly in the special. The difference is it never loses sight of being a comedy. It teases being a little dark for a moment here or there, but it never actually makes you worry. The degree of contrast is part of what makes Saekano an amazing show, but sometimes you just want a comfy time and that’s what Working!! does best.

Shakugan no Shana, like Working!!, turned up the volume on romance in season 2. Going into season 3 and the special Working!! managed to keep the volume going up at a gentle pace, while Shana dropped the romance almost completely and decided to be an action show again. They end up not being comparable, but I at least wanted to acknowledge the parallel.

Dog Days is also not quite a fair comparison, because it doesn’t have an ending (the ones above all do). Dog Days is extremely light and fluffy, even more so than Working!! Dog Days unfortunately falls into the harem trap of never wanting to wrap things up or even really move things forward. It also has a massive cast, and most of the show is just mixing them up into different subgroups to see how they bounce off each other. When it does do a very-lightly-dark section, it doesn’t actually make full use of its cast. The shenanigans were fun, but they didn’t mean anything. In every other show listed above, even Shana to some extent, the shenanigans retroactively justify what might have seem like wasted time because they are tied together in the end.

Final Thoughts

Working!! is a tough one for me. I really like it, but I have to acknowledge that it's not as ambitious as 9s like Oregairu or Monogatari nor as technically excellent as 9s like One Punch Man or Fate/Zero. Among my 8s, it is certainly one of the ones I recommend the strongest due to what I would consider its near-universal accessibility and appeal.

#anime #working!!#not every romcom is basically toradora #all the good ones are though #original post

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jakestravels · 2 years

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Europe 2022 - Day 39 - Athens

Slept in a bit longer than I thought, so decided to do the Parthenon tomorrow. Scoured the city for record stores, and I gotta be honest - they weren’t great. Either they were all new stuff, or old stuff that was very overpriced.

Nevertheless, I got to see the city, and walked like 13 miles! So technically... you could say I did a real deal Greek half marathon!

I’ve been on a pretty strict eating regimen lately, that essentially is a very tiny breakfast, then beer in the afternoon, and a late dinner. (Again, it’s tough to find restrooms here.) However, I’d been craving a little something different today, so I had an early lunch (moussaka from Bouka, a place that was recommended to me, but i only found to be so-so), but my late lunch took place at Guerilla Chef Burgers, where the only menu items is a single or double burger. That’s it. And it comes dressed with only cheese, ketchup, mayo and mustard.

That’s it.

Honestly, it wasn’t too bad! I’ve mentioned before that it doesn’t seem Europeans do burgers right, and this one wasn’t quite on, but good nonetheless. The bun was a work of art - a soft brioche job, grilled long enough to get a nice toast.

Went back to the hostel for another round of happy hour, and can I just say this hostel has been the best by far this trip? (BTW, it’s called Nubian Hostel Athens.) The staff are rad, and the owner is a big vinyl junkie, so we talked about that quite a bit, and this morning as I was leaving the hostel, I caught him walking in to work across the street, and he hollered out, “Hey, Jake!” It was one of those moments where it felt like I was ingratiating with a society.

But also, after the first night with some chatty talk-to-text types who wouldn’t shut up at 1 in the morning, I pulled a small Karen, and the next morning went down and spoke to Odysseus.

“Hey, man,” I said, “I’m a light sleeper, and am having a real issue with the crew of three girls in my 6-person dorm. By chance, are they checking out today?”

Odizzy looked at his computer. “Nope, tomorrow. But if you can wait it out...”

“Well, I guess, but I also noticed on hostelworld.com that you have 4-person dorms available.”

Not only was there space in the 4-person dorms, but they were even renting them out as whole rooms, meaning one person pays for all four beds, presumably for a group or family. So I knew there were plenty of beds. So I continued.

“I don’t want to be a bother, but I have no issue paying the, what, extra three dollars a night to be in a 4-bed to have a few less people and maybe I can sleep better?”

O-dawg contemplated, and then asked to hold, presumably to talk to the boss, mainly because check-out time had already ended and the cleaners were gone. He came back and said, “No problem.” So I moved to the new room, and for the next four days, didn’t have a single roommate.

It was heaven. Partly responsible for my late sleep-ins. ;)

Met a couple of new people, and we all went out for some veggie food. And the mushrooms were delicious. But again, forgot to take pics of the people... But I did get the food (kinda).

#europe #greece #athens #bouka #guerilla chef burgers #happy hour #hostel life #nubian hostel athens

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baepsaesbae · 3 years

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Babysitters Club

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— SMUT, fluff, babysitting au, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Dom!Taehyung, roleplaying, face fucking, oral sex (m and f), bondage, explicit rough unprotected sex please stay safe irl, squirting, choking, hickies, a surprise cameo from Spring Will Come Again!Jungkook because I have no self control

Word Count— ~7.6k

Summary— A generic summer job hunt leads you to babysit rowdy (but still cute) kids alongside the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. What shenanigans will you get into with Taehyung by your side?

A/N— HUGE shoutout to the lovely @kimtaehyunq for making this beautiful banner for me! This was literally the Taehyung I had in mind while writing this uwu. This fic is the epitome of self indulgence but I truly hope you guys like it too! Please let me know what you think! My askbox/inbox is always open, don’t be afraid to come chat with me. Love you all, hope you guys are safe <3

Crumpled up newspapers littered the floor as another ball was apathetically tossed aside. A sigh of defeat escaped your lips as you looked up at the ceiling in desperation.

“Still at it with the job hunt, huh?” your roommate, Hyuna, said when she saw your mess, “I told you to search online. Or try to get a job at a cafe or a boba shop or something.”

“Easy jobs online seem sketchy, and I told you I don’t want to work in the food industry ever again,” you groaned.

“But you’d rather...be a babysitter?” she questioned as she held up an ad, “Wait you could get paid up to $15 an hour? That’s pretty good.”

“I didn’t see that one. Is it an agency or something?”

“Not sure, take a look,” she handed you the paper.

“Oh, it seems like it’s a daycare run out of someone’s house. They’re looking for multiple applicants. You wanna do it with me?! I think it could be fun!” you ask excitedly.

“And spend most of my summer vacation with a bunch of snot nosed brats? I don’t think so. You have fun though!” she blew you a kiss as she walked away.

You whipped your phone out and immediately called the number in the ad. This job was the only one that seemed bearable, and you thought kids were cute for the most part. You’ve had a few babysitting gigs in the past so this shouldn’t be too bad.

“Hello?” a deep voice answered the call.

“Hi, I saw your ad in the paper! I was wondering if there was still a babysitting position open?” you inquired.

“Oh yes! Yeah there’s still a spot open. Um, can you give me a sec?” the man said quickly as you heard wailing kids in the background. After two minutes or so he returned to the phone.

“I’m terribly sorry about that. You don’t have a criminal background or anything right? Gosh, I’m sure this sounds unprofessional but--”

“Nope, I don’t have any charges or anything like that. Should I call back later?” you offered since it seemed like the man was a little preoccupied.

“It’s like this all the time. Why don’t we do a practice run tomorrow? Oh! I mean, whenever you’re available to start. Or technically have an interview? I guess? Hey, don’t put that in your mouth!” the man chastised at someone in the distance.

“I can come in tomorrow!” you said.

“Great! Just use the address in the same ad you got this number from! Oh, and please get here by 9am! See you soon!” the man hung up abruptly.

“That was chaotic…” you said to yourself.

A moment later your phone began to ring. It was from the babysitting guy.

“Hello?” you answered.

“I realized I never got your name! I promise I’m not always this frazzled,” he laughed as rambunctious laughter erupted behind him.

“Oh, I’m ______,” you gave him your first and last name.

“Cool. See you tomorrow Miss ____!” he said before hanging up again.

You were actually excited to babysit. It had been a while since you had done it, and playing with kids was usually fun. Then again, you’ve never had a bad experience with babysitting before. You prayed that this gig would continue the positive trend.

Donning shorts and a simple Mickey Mouse t-shirt, (you figured some kid was bound to like the mousey character) it was time to head off to your potential workplace. The babysitting place was actually fairly close to you, only about a 10 minute drive. It was 8:55am by the time you arrived. A couple of parents walked past your car to drop off their kids. All of the kids seemed to be pretty excited to enter the house, which was definitely a good sign.

You gently knocked on the door at exactly 9am. There was no response as you awkwardly waited for about a minute or so. All you could hear was shrill laughter and thumps that you presumed was the kids running about. You realized there was a doorbell, and sighed at your foolishness.

The door opened seconds after you rang the doorbell. A tall man with dark hair greeted you with a warm smile. You were taken aback by the handsome guy, suddenly questioning whether you were at the right place or not until a child popped up from behind his shoulder and yelled out a loud “Boo!” that caused you to jump.

“Ah, sorry about that! This one is always trying to play pranks,” the man laughed as he playfully jostled the child that was latched onto his back, “You must be ______?”

“That’s me!” you say with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Cool. C’mon in, I’ll introduce you to the kids,” the man led you inside.

The living room was littered with toys, from cars to building blocks to barbies. This place was definitely a kid’s happy place. Four little kids were playing with various things when you walked in. All of the kids there seemed to be between the ages of 4 to 6. At a glance, it seemed like they were all playing house. It took you a few seconds to realize that one of the kids was actually playing by herself; she was just physically close to the other kids.

“Everyone! This is our newest helper! Her name is Miss ____. Let’s all play nicely with her okay?” the man announced.

The kids playing house immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed to you. Two boys began asking you questions in a rapid fire succession, while the little girl merely clung to your leg.

“Those two are Kota and Bel,” the man pointed to the two boys, “The little girl stuck to you like glue is Ava, and the one playing over there is Lucy,” he continued to name each child.

“AND I’M SAM!!” the last boy exclaimed over the man’s shoulder.

“Yes, this troublemaker here is Sam. That’s basically the whole gang! We could get a few more additions as the summer goes on, but these guys are the OG crew. They’re all really sweet kids, once you get to know them. Any questions so far?” your employer asked.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name, sir,” you say politely.

“Oh! No need to call me sir. I think we’re probably around the same age? Not that I’m assuming your age or anything but--”

“He’s my horsey!” Sam interrupted.

“No, he’s the chef!” Kota yelled.

“No, he’s our dad who’s not our dad,” Lucy chimed in.

“My mom told me he was a babysitter?” Bel added, now visibly confused.

“I am all of those things,” the man reassured the children, “But my name is Taehyung. The kids call me Tae or Mr. insert whatever title I have in the game we are playing on that day. Pleasure to meet ya,” Tae extends a hand out to you, “Let’s see how your first day goes.”

The first few hours consisted of a rather intricate game of pretend set up in a fantasy world. You played a princess who was captured by an evil dragon, who was played by Taehyung (you couldn’t help but think about how you wouldn’t mind being his hostage).

The boys were valiant knights on their quest to rescue you. The girls played different creatures that aided the knights as fairies or unicorns or any other things they wanted to be. Most of the game consisted of you and Taehyung sitting together in a corner of the living room. Even though you didn’t have to do anything, it was fun watching the kids play. Their imagination amused you.

“Enjoying yourself, princess?” Taehyung asked as he also watched the children run around.

His deep voice sent chills down your spine. Something about the way the word “princess” rolled off his tongue was so enchanting. You cleared your throat before answering.

“This job has been pretty fun so far, Mr. Evil Dragon,” you smile.

“Hey! I’m not evil, just misunderstood,” he protested.

“Oh no! The dragon is about to eat the princess!” one of the boys cried out.

“What? No, I’m not going to eat her,” Taehyung said defensively.

“You need to pretend to eat the princess so that the knights save her,” Lucy, the quiet one, scuttled over to whisper to the both of you before hurrying back to her spot.

Taehyung turned towards you to appease the kids as they held their breath in anticipation.

“Rawr! I’m going to eat you!” he said in a deep voice.

“Oh no! Somebody save me!” you cried out, playing along.

A few moments passed but none of the kids moved. You both turned your heads towards them in confusion. They stared back at you blankly.

“You need to bite her!” Sam demanded.

“What?” you and Tae said in unison.

“Bite her! Bite her! Bite her!” the boys started to chant.

“But not too hard!” Ava expressed her worry for you, making you smile.

“I…uh…” Taehyung was at a loss for words.

“They’re not gonna stop, are they?” you whispered to him.

He nodded with a sigh as their chanting got louder. You offered him your arm. Kids can be crazy stubborn over silly things. Besides, you’ve done worse for less (college is crazy).

Taehyung shot you an “are you sure about this?” look, to which you just nodded. Once he got the okay, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you harshly, causing your face to be a mere inches away from his.

“Fools! You think you can save the princess? I will devour her before your very eyes!” Taehyung declared with an even deeper voice. He opened his mouth menacingly, as if to show off his fangs. Then, he proceeded to bite your bicep. To be honest, he was being so forceful that you thought he was going to bite you for real, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes.

Instead, he gingerly placed his teeth on your skin so lightly that you could barely feel anything. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung grinning at you with your arm in his mouth.

“Aaaaggghhh GET HIM!!” Sam yelled, leading the other boys straight into Taehyung.

Taehyung quickly let go of you before he rolled out onto the floor. The boys began to pummel Taehyung with their foam swords and pretend bows and arrows. The girls came to your aid to help you escape during the battle.

The little boys triumphantly stood over their defeated babysitter who pretended to be passed out on the floor. You applauded their victory as the girls sat by your side.

“Okay! Good game, it’s almost lunchtime,” Taehyung announced as he quickly popped back up.

“Chef Tae makes the best mac and cheese!” Ava informed you excitedly.

“I wanted dino nuggies!” Sam puffed out his cheeks in disappointment.

“Sam, you know it’s Ava’s day to pick out lunch. It’ll be your turn tomorrow okay? I promise! You guys can stay here and play with Miss ____ till food is ready,” Tae called out as he walked to the kitchen. Lucy silently followed Tae.

“Lucy likes to help out in the kitchen a lot. She sets the table,” Ava explained when she saw you watching Lucy.

“You’re good at being a princess!” Kota butted in as he ran to hug your leg.

“I like your shirt! I like Mickey Mouse too. I saw him in DisneyWorld last year,” Bel said as he clung to your other leg.

The kids took turns holding onto your legs as you tried to walk around. Apparently the thought of making you tumble over was an exciting one, and that kept the kids busy until Taehyung called for everyone.

Five little bowls of mac and cheese were set up on the dining table. The kids took their seats as Taehyung handed out juice boxes. He positioned himself by your side as the little ones began to chow down.

“I normally just eat the rest out of the pot, but since you’re here I can get you a bowl. Sorry about biting you earlier, the kids really like it when I get serious about my roles,” Taehyung chuckled as he scooped out your portion.

“It’s no problem, you’re a great actor. Thank you,” you say politely as he handed you a bowl.

Lunch was spent making small talk with Taehyung. He was a newly graduated college student trying to make extra money before starting a real job hunt.Taehyung had been running this makeshift daycare since he was a senior in highschool.

“Summers are always fun with them,” Taehyung said while smiling fondly at the kids, “How has it been so far?” he asked.

“I’ve been having a good time. The kids are all really sweet! They have so much energy,” you answer.

“They do indeed, which is why playtime is so important in the morning! It makes what comes next easier,” he winked at you before collecting the empty bowls, “Okay kiddos! Who’s ready for nap time?”

Lucy quietly raised her hand while the boys groaned. You figured it would be hard to get those active boys to settle down, let alone to take a nap. You helped Taehyung set up blankets and pillows in the game room. The kids made a beeline to their designated blankets without a fuss.

“Do you sing, Miss _____?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.

“Um, not really?” you say hesitantly.

“Ah, I see. No worries. Everybody ready?” he said.

“Yes!” all the kids replied.

“Alrighty. Do you have any song requests, Miss ____?”

You thought about which songs would make for a decent lullaby, “Do you know Adore You by Harry Styles?”

“I’ll have to look up the lyrics but yeah I like that song! I like his whole album actually,” Taehyung nodded as he pulled out his phone and took a deep breath, “Walk in your rainbow paradise~”

You were shocked by his vocal talent. His voice control was superb and the quality of his voice was downright euphoric. Even though Taehyung’s voice is deeper than Harry Styles’, his range was incredible. He was still able to go as high as Harry without any trouble. All the kids had fallen sound asleep by the time he finished the song.

“This is when I typically have about an hour of free time,” he said after quietly leading you back into the kitchen.

“You have such a beautiful voice! Do you sing to them every day?” you praised him.

“Thanks! Yeah, I sing to them every day. They used to get duets actually,” Taehyung sighed.

“Did you have another coworker before?” you asked.

“Yep. My best friend actually. He’s my roommate too, but he landed an internship this summer so he couldn’t be here. I’m very proud of him! But usually this is a job for two people so I decided to put that ad out. I’m happy you came out! The kids seem to like you,” Taehyung gave you a thumbs up.

“I hope so! Lucy might be scared of me though,” you recalled the way she mostly avoided you all morning.

“Nah, she’s just really shy. She told me that she thought you were really pretty though, so that’s a good sign!” he tried to reassure you.

“I guess it must be true then. Kids are brutally honest,” you smiled.

“She definitely wasn’t lying,” Taehyung smiled back at you.

You had to look away awkwardly to hide your blushed cheeks. There’s no way you could handle a direct smile from this guy. How was it possible for someone to be that handsome without even trying?!

“So what happens after naptime?” you quickly asked to change the subject.

“Basically more playing until their parents come. It honestly just depends on what the kids wanna do. We can play inside, in the backyard, and sometimes we go to the park,” Taehyung answered with an amused smile, “Let’s use this free time to conduct a more formal interview, shall we?”

Taehyung then asked you a series of questions about your summer schedule, if you’re willing to work every day of the week, how you feel about the kids, along with other things. You answered truthfully and kept up a professional demeanor. Taehyung seemed to be satisfied with your answers and leaned back in his chair.

“That all works for me! The people who really need to approve of you are the parents. I’ll introduce you to them later this afternoon. I’m sure they’ll all be fine once I vouch for you,” he nodded.

Soft giggles caught your attention. Taehyung signaled that break time was now over and led the way back to the living room. Kota and Bel were wrestling each other while the others threw pillows at them.

“Did everyone have a good nap?” Taehyung sing songed.

“Yes!” they replied.

“Can we play house now?” Ava asked.

“Yeah! Miss ____ can be the mommy now!” Sam bounced up in excitement, “Our last mommy used to be a boy.”

“Jimin was a great mommy and I’m sure he misses you all dearly. Jimin is my roommate/best friend/ex-cobabysitter,” Taehyung explained.

The game of house was more hands on from your end. The kids demanded you to carry them and read them stories like a real mommy would. It was mainly the girls who wanted to play with you, while the boys took turns wrestling with Tae or riding on his back. You were braiding Lucy’s hair when the doorbell rang.

“Kota! Your mom is here!” Taehyung called from the front.

All the kids trickled out one by one as their parents arrived. Taehyung introduced you to each parent; their reactions were all positive, especially when their kids raved about you being the new Jimin.

“If she’s anything like Jimin, then I have nothing to worry about. I trust your judgement, Taehyung,” one of the sterner looking parents said (Sam’s father to be exact).

“Congrats! You got the job,” Taehyung congratulated you once all of the children were picked up, “We get paid on Fridays. I’ll basically just split what we earn 50/50, cool?”

“That’s fine by me! I’m looking forward to working with you,” you bow graciously.

“Ah! No need to be so formal. We’re partners now! I’m not your boss or anything,” Taehyung gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder, “See you tomorrow!”

Summer was about to get rather eventful. All of the children warmed up to you surprisngly quickly, even timid Lucy (who had arguably grown the most fond of you). As the days went on, you couldn’t help but admire Taehyung’s kindness and patience when it came to the kids. From firm to understanding, he was everything a caregiver should be. He handled spats between kids with ease, often by making them forgive each other then laugh at some silly joke of his.

One afternoon, the kids voted to watch a Disney movie. All seven of you curled up on the couch together with you and Taehyung in the middle. Lucy sat in your lap while Bel sat in Taehyung’s. Halfway through the movie, Taehyung fell asleep. The kids didn’t notice since they were so engrossed in the movie. You however, DID notice. Mostly because he rolled his sleepy head onto your shoulder.

Your heartbeat quickened as you slowly turned to take a peek at the handsome man sleeping beside you. He looked angelic, and you realized that he smelled pleasant too. He had a sweet scent that was uncharacteristic for a young man. You took a deep breath and pretended not to notice him. He didn’t wake up until the doorbell rang near the end of the movie.

He seemed to be confused and perhaps even slightly flustered when he lifted his head from your shoulder, but quickly shrugged it off to go answer the door. The incident (and the drool on your shoulder) was never mentioned.

It had been a month since you started babysitting with Taehyung, and it honestly had been a lot more fun than you expected. The kids are wonderful silly little beings and Taehyung is...well...Taehyung.

You were cleaning up the living room on a late Friday afternoon after all the kids had been picked up. Taehyung was somewhere splitting up the week’s paycheck. Once all the toys were back in their respective bins, it was time to gather your stuff and go.

“Great work this week,” Taehyung commended as he handed you your cut.

“Thanks! Same to you as always. I’ll see you on Monday,” you wave as you open the front door.

“Actually um--” Taehyung cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you whipped around with almost too much eagerness.

“My friend is part of an art gallery showing tomorrow night and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? I heard there will be drinks and finger foods…” Taehyung trailed off, presumably due to imagining what kind of snacks will be served.

“I’d love to! I’m not an expert on art or anything, but it sounds cool,” you smile.

“No worries, I’m no expert either. I’m just a guy who appreciates neat expressions of creativity,” he nodded humbly, “I can pick you up at your place, if you’d like.”

“Sure, I’ll text you my address. Oh uh, what’s the dress code like? I don’t really attend these things,” you ask shyly.

“I’d say a step down from formal? Like no t-shirts or jeans. Pretend like you’re going on a date to some restaurant that isn’t a michelin star but is still classier than Olive Garden,” Taehyung tried to explain.

“I’ll do my best,” you smile at his peculiar way of describing the appropriate attire.

A smile never left your face as you drove home. A chance to hangout with Taehyung one on one without any kids around? All of his attention will be on you? Yes please. You love the kids and all, but you finally have a real chance to get closer to Taehyung. To be honest, you might have the teensiest little crush on him, but who could blame you?

The next day was spent preparing for your night out with Taehyung. It probably wasn’t a date (90% sure it’s not), but you wanted to look irresistible anyway. You put on a purple dress with flowy sleeves that made you feel like a princess. It was on the dressier side, but being slightly overdressed never hurt anyone.

You usually only had time to slap on mascara and a lip tint in the mornings before babysitting, but now you had abundant time to play around with your makeup. You settled for a soft yet glamorous look with shimmery eyeshadow and eyeliner. Sparkly lip gloss tied the whole look together and made your lips look tempting (or so you hoped). You decided to leave your hair alone since you were having a miraculously good hair day.

“Wow are you sure this isn’t a date?” Hyuna whistled when she walked into your room.

“It’s not! This is just the first time Taehyung will see me actually trying to look good,” you say defensively.

“You’re cute even in ratty t-shirts, but I get what you mean. Have fun tonight!” your roommate gave you a tight hug.

A strong knock on your front door indicated Taehyung’s arrival. Hyuna tagged along as you went to answer the door; she wanted to see the guy you’ve been gushing over for the past month for herself.

Your mouth hung open in shock for a split second when you opened the door. Taehyung also dressed up. He was wearing a bright sunflower shirt paired with a black blazer that perfectly combined fun with sophistication. He wore a red silky bandana looking belt for an added pop of color with his black pants.

“Hey Taehyung!” you greet him happily.

“Good evening, Miss ____. You look spectacular!” he complimented you immediately.

“So do you! It’s funny seeing you not in a t-shirt, though I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing,” you say.

“You’re charming even in your graphic tees, but this is a nice change of pace too,” Taehyung agreed.

“Hi! I’m Hyuna, ____’s roommate,” Hyuna butted in to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, ____’s babysitting partner,” he introduced himself.

“We should get going,” you say politely before Hyuna could start to get chatty.

Hyuna mouthed an exaggerated “oh my god” coupled with a double thumbs up as you waved goodbye after Taehyung was already out the door. You playfully rolled your eyes but blew her a kiss anyway.

“I didn’t realize you lived so close to me,” Taehyung said as he pulled away from the curb.

“Yeah, it made the job even more appealing,” you nodded.

“I really am glad that you applied,” Taehyung said softly, as if to himself.

“Sorry, what was that?” you couldn’t hear him properly.

“Nothing! I said I’m glad you agreed to accompany me tonight!” Taehyung quickly stated.

“Thanks for inviting me out! I’m actually pretty excited,” you admitted.

The gallery was somewhere in the swanky part of downtown. You gazed out of the window at all of the high end stores Taehyung drove by. Everyone walking around the stores looked like supermodels, which was actually pretty intimidating. What if the people at the gallery looked like that too?

“We’re here!” Taehyung announced, interrupting your thoughts.

There was a decent amount of people wandering around the venue when you both entered. It was basically one big dimly lit room with spotlights on pieces scattered around on the walls plus some sculptures in the middle. Thankfully, the patrons already inside looked like normal people, most of them probably students like you.

“Taehyung!” someone called from the side of the room.

You both made your way towards the voice, only to find a man who was just as handsome as Taehyung greeting you with a bunny like smile. He had long hair that almost covered up his assorted dangly earrings. He definitely had art student vibes mixed with a dash of bad boy. The boys greeted each other with a ferocious hug, indicating that they’re probably good friends.

“Oh! What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” the boy shook your hand once he noticed you.

“She’s my babysitting partner this summer,” Taehyung said proudly.

“She’s replacing Jimin huh?” Jungkook laughed, “Taehyung and Jimin are like my brothers. We were all pretty close in college and are batchmates, even though I’m younger than them,” he stuck his tongue out at Taehyung.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever. Skipping grades in elementary school and bringing in a ton of transfer credits will help you do that I guess,” Taehyung shook his head even though he was still smiling.

“Are these your pictures?” you asked Jungkook, motioning to the mounted pictures behind him.

“Yeah! I took most of these in Madrid, I’ve been working abroad for my dream company,” Jungkook answered you proudly.

“Who’s this?” Taehyung pointed to a picture of a girl laughing by a giant tree.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” you added.

“She’s um...a good friend. She was the perfect model,” Jungook said with a faraway look in his eyes that told you there was more to the story.

“Tell me more about her on our next phone call. Tonight is for celebrating you!” Taehyung picked up on Jungkook’s sudden change of tone.

You enjoyed listening to their old college stories as the boys reminisced about their past together. Jungkook relished telling you all of Taehyung’s embarrassing moments at various parties. Taehyung returned the favor by recalling Jungkook’s past run-ins with women. Despite his natural charm and god like looks, apparently Jungkook gets really nervous around girls.

You and Taehyung were on your own once Jungkook was flagged down by an older patron interested in purchasing some of his work. Taehyung stayed close to your side as you explored the rest of the gallery. Each artist was so incredibly talented as their pictures told stories with just a single frame.

“____ look! They have those fancy charcuterie boards!” Taehyung grabbed your hand and excitedly dragged you over to the snack table. You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike elation.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been getting tired of being force fed fruit snacks every day,” you laughed as you ate the assorted appetizers.

“I completely understand. Unfortunately, the kids are too sweet when they want to share. I don’t have it in me to turn them down,” Taehyung agreed.

Once the food was eaten, you resumed walking through the gallery. It was fun making up stories to go with each picture. Taehyung seemed to gravitate towards adding a romantic twist to each story, while you opted for a bit of mystery. At the end of the event, Taehyung met up with Jungkook once more to say his goodbyes.

“Thanks again for coming with me, I had fun! I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Taehyung said as he drove you back.

“It was really neat! I liked hanging out with you outside of work,” you nodded.

“Would you say it was a successful date then?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow with curiosity. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened with surprise.

“Was...was this a date?” you asked quietly.

“Did you want it to be?” Taehyung teased.

“I wouldn’t have gotten so dressed up otherwise,” you said defensively, taken aback by his sudden cheekiness.

“I realized I should’ve clarified that after you had already left. My bad,” Taehyung shot you a boxy grin, “But then I figured maybe you would be more relaxed if I didn’t mention it.”

“That’s odd logic, but I guess it worked,” you admitted begrudgingly.

Taehyung walked you back up to your house. He sweetly kissed your cheek and bid you goodnight, leaving you frozen in place.

“S-see you on Monday!” was all you were able to stammer out, to which Taehyung just smiled and waved back.

Hyuna happily freaked out with you once you were back inside. She was watching you from the moment Taehyung pulled back up. She shrieked with excitement once you told her that Taehyung confirmed that it was a date. Hyuna didn’t let up with grilling questions about how your night went. She even asked if the Jungkook guy you met was single, to which you truthfully answered that you didn’t know.

“Besides, he told me himself that he’s scared of girls. You’re scary enough as is,” you teased her.

“Oh shut up. So is Taehyung like, your boyfriend now?” Hyuna asked the million dollar question.

“I don’t think so. I think it was just a date, but that’s a good start!” you declared optimistically.

Babysitting on Monday went on like normal. Taehyung didn’t act any differently, which was both concerning and relieving. You were in the backyard pretending to eat whatever dirt concoction the little kids were serving you.

“This one is for you,” Lucy quietly offered Taehyung a clump of dirt sprinkled with blades of grass, topped with a dandelion.

“Oh, how pretty! What is it?” Taehyung played along.

“It’s a love potion. The next person you hug will fall in love with you,” Lucy smiled.

A smirk crept on Taehyung’s face as he pretended to eat Lucy’s love potion. He made a satisfied “Ahh” sound that made Lucy giggle.

“Tae has to hug me now! He loves me the most!” Sam yelled as he ran over to latch onto Taehyung.

“No, Tae loves me!” Bel argued as he pulled on Taehyung’s shirt.

“That’s not how it works!” Lucy huffed as she yelled at the boys.

You watched with delight as the little kids chased Taehyung around the backyard, demanding that he has to hug them. It was easy for him to juke them out as they constantly ran back and forth. You were content with just watching them until Taehyung began to make a beeline for you.

“Oh no no no,” you cried as you got up to run.

Taehyung (and the kids) chased you around for a little bit. The backyard was on the smaller side, so there wasn’t much space to evade all of them coming for you at once. To make matters worse, Taehyung actually started to try and catch you. His speed was no joke; he was much more agile than you gave him credit for.

With one pounce, Taehyung tackled you to the ground. Somehow he managed to whip himself around while you were falling, so you ended up falling on him. Now wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung smiled up at you with a shit eating grin.

“I guess you have to fall in love with me now,” he smirked.

“You wish,” you laughed as you pulled yourself up.

“Aw now he loves Miss _____,” Sam pouted.

“No, now Miss ____ has to fall in love with Tae,” Ava corrected him.

“That’s dumb,” Kota shook his head.

“Tae! Kota said a bad word!” Bel immediately tattled.

“Kota, remember what I said about bad words. No one wants to play with someone who says mean things,” Taehyung chided him.

“Sorry,” Kota mumbled.

“Let’s play go play inside. Who wants juice?” Taehyung patted Kota’s head.

The kids followed Taehyung inside like little ducklings. You loved that sight, you always thought it was the cutest thing. The rest of the day went by without a hitch.

The topic of favorite movies came up during lunchtime the next day.

“I like Frozen 2,” Ava stated, and Lucy nodded furiously in agreement.

“Detective Pikachu was better. Pikachu is funny,” Sam interjected. The other little boys then began to argue about which pokemon was better/stronger.

“I’m not really a big movie watcher,” Taehyung confessed as he took a bite of a dino chicken nugget.

“Have you at least seen the classics? Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Star Wars?” you listed with concern.

“I’ve seen Harry Potter and Star Wars. I think I saw the Lord of the Rings? I can’t really remember. I know I wanted to watch the newer Lord of the Rings movies,” he chuckled at your growing disbelief.

“Newer Lord of the Rings? You mean the Hobbit series?” you were disgruntled.

“Yeah those. I didn’t realize you were a nerd,” he nudged you.

“What of it? All of those are great movies. I have copies of the Hobbit series if you ever wanted to watch them,” you offered.

“Do you wanna watch them with me?” he perked up.

“Sure, I love them! You wanna do a marathon? It’ll take up a full day though,” you warned.

“I’m down. Are you free this Sunday?”

“I believe so.”

“Great! I’m excited to see you geek out over hobbits. Okay kids, naptime!”

You drove up to Taehyung’s place Sunday morning, you weren’t kidding when you said it would take all day. Taehyung said to dress comfortably so you showed up in your sweatpants and oversized college tee. He answered the door wearing gray sweatpants and his favorite CELINE shirt. His dark fluffy hair fell over his forehead and was almost long enough to cover his eyes.

“Good morning! I hope you’re hungry. I made some waffles to eat while we watch the first movie,” he greeted you.

His humble abode smelled heavenly as the scent of dough tinged with a hint of cinnamon wafted through the air. The soft belgian waffles were delicious as they practically melted in your mouth. Taehyung asked a ton of questions with nearly every scene, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to flex your knowledge of Tolkien lore.

Hours later, you found yourself cuddled up with Taehyung as the final credits of the Battle of Five Armies began to roll. Taehyung was still trying to process everything that happened as he asked you clarifying questions about each character.

“Well crap, now I’m sad,” he pouted.

“Yeah, the ending is kind of a downer, but that’s what makes it so good! The Lord of the Rings has a happy ending if that makes you feel better,” you look up at him from his chest.

“You look cute like that,” he observed.

“Like what? Tiny from your angle?” you tilted your head.

“I guess so? Tiny, maybe submissive,” Taehyung’s voice lowered with his suggestion.

“Submissive? Is that how you see me?” you sit back up completely with defiance.

“Not at all. You’re pretty feisty, which is why making you be submissive is even more alluring,” he raised his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

“Do you want me to be a damsel in distress for you? Not happening,” you smirked.

“Pretty princesses are good for one thing,” Taehyung hopped off the couch.

Before you could say anything, he promptly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder. You were too shocked by his boldness and physical abilities to retaliate.

“They’re perfect for kidnapping!” he let out a dramatic evil laugh as he carried you off to his bedroom.

Once there, he roughly threw you on the bed. You couldn’t help but look around curiously since this was the first time you’ve ever seen his room. It was surprisingly neat; his bed was made and there were no messy clothing piles in sight.

“Are you an evil dragon then? Capturing princesses and such?” you teased.

“Evil dragon, dashing captor, I can be anything you want me to be. Just please not an orc,” he let out a chuckle before getting back into character, “Just know that you’re trapped here with me. No one is going to rescue you.”

“Oh no! What a terrible situation to be in! What on Earth is this extremely handsome dragon going to do with a poor defenseless princess like me?” you taunted.

“Ok this is all very hot but before we go any further, are you okay with this?” Taehyung asked sincerely.

“I can’t think of anything that I’ve wanted more,” you nodded.

“Perfect. Safe word is red,” he winked at you, “Now strip for me, princess.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

Taehyung grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of your head and forcefully brought you up to his face, “I suggest not making me angry,” he sneered.

You didn’t think you were one for being manhandled, but god damn that was hot. There was already a tingle between your legs and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. You complied with his request, and quickly tore off your shirt and pants. Though you weren’t wearing any fancy lingerie, you were wearing a gray bra and gray panties that could pass off as matching.

“Mmm what a pretty treasure. It would be a shame to let it gounappreciated,” Taehyung stretched out that last word as he gently ran his fingers from your torso up to your neck before firmly grasping it.

Taehyung straddled you as his long fingers were wrapped around your neck. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you. Though apprehensive at first, he gradually got more bold with it. His tongue dipped into your mouth the instant your lips parted. His other hand crept under your bra to fondle your breast.

“You take your clothes off too,” you said as soon as the kiss broke.

“You don’t get to make any demands, silly princess,” Taehyung shook his head.

You pouted and reached out to tug at his pants anyway. Big mistake. Taehyung slapped your hand away and slammed you back onto the bed.

“You don’t listen, huh? I’ll have to do something about that. Stay still or else you’ll make things worse for yourself,” he ordered.

You reluctantly obeyed, partly because you were curious about what he was going to do, and partly because you were actually intimidated by him. He returned back to the bed a few seconds later, but with a familiar silky red belt in hand.

“Give me your hands. Good girl,” he smiled deviously as he bound them together, “Remember the safe word is red, okay?” he gently reminded you.

He looked down at you with a satisfied grin as he began to take off his sweatpants. He had an obvious bulge in his underwear that outlined his massive dick. You were further entranced by his physique when he took off his shirt. He wasn’t ripped, but he was still fit, as you could plainly see when his chest was finally revealed.

“Open wide, princess,” he demanded.

You opened your mouth, and even flattened your tongue out a little bit for him. He pulled his cock out of his underwear, finally exposing his full length. You doubted you could fit even half of him in your mouth, but at this point it wasn’t up to you.

Taehyung lowered himself down to you, and teasingly tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth even wider to account for his girth. He made his way back out once you gagged. He grabbed your head to hold you steady as he fucked your mouth once more. He got closer and closer to the back of your throat until he finally hit it. All you could focus on was breathing as tears welled up in your eyes. Taehyung thrusted a couple more times before he pulled out completely.

“Good girl indeed. Well done, princess,” he softly stroked your chin before wiping your tears away. All you could do was smile meekly back at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s time for your reward,” Taehyung smiled down at you as his hand slipped under your panties, “Oh you’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He positioned himself between your thighs after he tore off your panties. His thumb fiddled with your clit, causing you to squirm. He placed a strong grip on your thigh to hold you down as he circled your clit faster. Your helpless whimpers were music to Taehyung’s ears.

Without warning, he easily stuck two fingers into you. He didn’t even let you adjust as he rapidly fingered you, his fingers curving to graze your g-spot with every stroke. His tongue swirled around your clit, adding even more toe curling sensations.

Him adding a third finger was the catalyst for the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. There wasn’t even a build up, everything just hit you at once. Suddenly you were crying out even louder as you violently came. Did it occur to you that you were squirting all over Taehyung and his bed? No. Were you doing exactly that? Absolutely.

“Delicious,” Taehyung said as he licked his lips, “Look at the fucking mess you made.”

“I-i’m sorry,” you managed to stutter, you were still recovering from your orgasm.

“It’s only fair that it’s my turn to make a mess now. Do I need to get a condom, princess?” he cooed.

You weakly shook your head. You needed to feel all of him, right now. Taehyung chuckled at your neediness as he aligned himself with your pussy. He slowly inserted his entire length into you until the base of his cock touched your soaked pussy. You moaned together as he stayed still for a second. You looked up to see Taehyung’s face lit up with pure bliss.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he growled as he began to mercilessly buck his hips into you.

You moaned with every thrust as Taehyung shook the entire bed. Taehyung placed both of your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to hit you even deeper from this new angle. He leaned over to plant his lips on your neck as he fucked you. What started as a gentle peck took a violent turn as he harshly sucked on your neck. He left dark spots wherever his lips touched, and soon you were covered in dark blooms.

“Do you want me to soil your back or your chest?” he asked in a guttural tone.

“Back?” you answer dubiously.

You were immediately flipped over. You were laying flat on your chest waiting for him to prop up your ass, but he never did. Instead, he simply spread your legs wider and fucked you flat against the bed. Taehyung grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks to get a better view of your sopping pussy. You could feel another orgasm brewing as he fucked even deeper into you, and his cock was continuously dragging against your g-spot.

“Taehyung, I--”

“I know, princess. Let it all out. I want to feel you come on my dick,” he demanded.

A few more strong strokes was all it took for you to go limp under him as your orgasm took over. Seconds after you hit your high, Taehyung pulled out and came all over your back.

Once you were all cleaned up, Taehyung untied you and kissed your forehead.

“How was it, princess?” he asked as he stroked your hair.

“I’ve never been fucked by a beast before, but now I don’t want anything else,” you admitted before kissing his neck.

“Good. I was worried about going overboard. As I told you before, I really like getting into character,” he laughed.

“I’ve never been into roleplay but I’m willing to change for you. Oh shit, it’s late already,” you noticed the time on his alarm clock.

“Just stay the night. I don’t think the kids will care if you’re wearing sweatpants or not. I can lend you a turtleneck to cover up those hickies though,” Taehyung yawned.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. Be warned, I’m a cuddler,” he pulled you closer to him.

“I guess I can sleep in a little later then,” you reasoned.

“Perfect. Goodnight, princess,” he quickly kissed your lips.

“You’re sleeping like that?”

“Like what?”

“Butt naked?”

“I can put clothes on if it makes you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make things easier for tomorrow morning,” he said sleepily.

“Tomorrow morning?” that got your attention.

“You’ll see! Be patient, princess. Night night.”

Never in a million years would you have guessed that applying for a babysitting job would result in this, but you weren’t complaining.

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Part 4

Helmut wiped down the last of the tables. It was just him and Bucky left at the moment. It was closing time. Bucky counted up the money in the till as Zemo made sure every aspect of his restaurant was clean and tidy for tomorrow.

Once everything was accounted for Bucky went home and Zemo locked up. He tugged his coat around him a little tighter and and began the small journey to his home. However, something caught his eye and he stopped to take it in.

Across the square there was a man standing there, looking in his direction. He couldn't quite tell who it was, but he could take a pretty good guess. There had been rumours of the infamous Tony Stark arriving in Sokovia.

Helmut watched him for a moment before turning and leaving. He had no reason to dwell on it right now.

Zemo went home.

When he opens shop again in the morning, he doesn't see the man again. However, he does see you and Wanda walking, arms interlinked, the pair of you laughing and chatting.

He can't stop himself from looking at you.

Yesterday when he brought up how well you would fit in with Sokovia, he was hoping to maybe spark a slight idea into your head. The fact you were only visiting his country made him feel rather sad. To see you every day, chat with you at the bar, to see you smile, he wanted more of that.

Never before had someone been on his mind this much before.

You and Wanda walk out of sight.

Sam and Bucky enter to start their work day. Zemo goes into the kitchen to prepare for the day.

Wanda takes you to her favourite place, surprised it was even still open. A bowling alley. You chuckle as she drags you through the door and over to the desk.

"Pietro and I would come here all the time," she told you.

"Sounds like you two had a lot of fun."

"Oh, we did. Pietro used to work at Escorpión Morado. I would meet him outside and we would come here."

"Pietro used to work at the restaurant?"

You both are given a pair of bowling shoes each and you go sit down to out them on.

"Yeah, he used to tend the bar. It was his first job. He loved it."

"That explains why he's so good with drinks," you chuckle. Pietro had his own bar back home, often he would make you, Wanda and Natasha drinks on your nights out.

"He learned from the best."

You both stand up and go to your designated alley, thanking the staff for guiding you. Wanda puts your names into the system.

Wing woman

Y/N Zemo

"Wanda!"

She laughs as she confirms the names and stands up. You glare up at the monitor and then glare at her.

"You can scold me all you like, but in going to have you fall in love with that man of it's the last thing I do."

"Wanda, please be realistic about this."

Wanda picks up her preferred ball and steps up to the lane.

"I am," she says, pulling her arm back and lining up her ball.

"No you're not. You want to set me up with a man who lives in a completely different country to me. This is mean."

Wanda throws her ball.

"It's not mean. It's helping. Ever since you came back, I know he has been on your mind. I can tell by the way you talk about him that you like him. I know because it's the same way I talk about Vision. I know love when I see it, Y/N."

She takes another turn.

You sit there, watching her second ball glide down the lane and take out a few more pins, three still standing. The lane resets the pins for you as you swap places with Wanda.

"It's just a silly crush. It will go away."

Wanda resists rolling her eyes at you.

"Do you really think the only reason I came here with you is because I wanted to see my home? Don't get me wrong, I am over the moon to see Sokovia again, but I cane here for you."

You throw the ball and watch it go.

"Why is this so important to you?" You look at her as you grab a second ball.

"Because you never show interest in anyone and suddenly you do. I've been telling you from the start, you'll marry this man one day and you'll be happy with him. You'll be running Escorpión Morado together, you'll see."

You throw your second ball and say nothing to her. You only take down four pins in total. You go sit back down.

"He likes you too, you know. I've seen the way he looks at you. He wants to spend time with you, talk to you, be around you. He likes having you in his restaurant."

Wands stands to take her next turn.

"I like being there," you say, softly.

"Good, we shall go there after we're done here."

You don't even argue with her. You want to go. You want to see him. Wands knows this. You can see the way she looks at you that she knows.

Wanda ends up winning in the end, which does not surprise you if she and her brother spent so much time here when they were younger.

You walk arm in arm to the restaurant. There's a few people about, but it's not crazy busy.

Sam sees you enter and smoothly glides into the kitchen. Zemo is finishing up a dish as he enters. He looks up when sees Sam come over.

"What is it?" He asks, assuming another order.

"Y/N is here with their friend. Thought you might like to take this one," Sam grins.

Normally Zemo would just tell Sam to go back to work and stop messing about, but he knows he wants to see you. He had been thinking of you all morning. He wipes his hands and presents the dish to Sam, who takes it and goes out to serve it.

For a brief moment Zemo pauses and quickly fixes his hair and straightens his shirt. He steps out of the kitchen. Wanda and yourself were sitting at a table near the window.

He smiles when his eyes land on you.

Helmut holds his head high and walks over to your table. Your eyes catch his and you smile softly at him. Wanda is looking at you with a grin on her lips, but he isn't really paying attention to her. He can only look at you.

"How are you today?" He asks, lips curled into a handsome smile, dark eyes glistening with happiness.

"We're good, how are you today?"

"Doing better now my favourite customer is here. What can I get for you both?"

"Coffee?" You ask, nibbling at your lower lip shyly.

His smile was making you feel things.

"Coming up."

He leaves the table and you bury your face in your hands. Wands laughs from across the table.

"You are so in love with him!"

"I am," you admit.

The fact you admitted it makes Wanda smile. She was proud of you for confessing how you felt.

"Maybe there is a life for you out here," she says, deep in thought.

"You really think I should just up and move to another country, leaving you all behind and starting over here?" You look at her.

"Yes. Back home, sure, you have all your friends and your job. Out here, there's him. This man you can't stop thinking about."

You glance over to the bar. Zemo has poured you each a cup of coffee and is coming over. He smiles when he sees you looking at him. You thank him softly when he places the coffee down in front of you.

Before he can say anything, a customer entering the restaurant cat has his attention. Both Wanda and yourself turn to see who had come in.

This man felt like he demanded attention. His suit looked expensive and tailored. There was a presence about him that made him stand out among the other people in the restaurant.

"Who is that?" You hear Wanda ask.

Helmut gives an apologetic smile and excuses himself from you, approaching the man.

You watch him curiously.

"He seems important," Wanda whispers.

"Yeah."

You watch as they shake hands and talk. The stranger gestures to a table and Zemo leads him over to it. They sit down and they chat.

There is something about Helmut's expression that concerns you.

The stranger looks around the room, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses, but you can see the way his lips a pulled into a thing grimace.

You feel offended by his distaste in the establishment. Poor Helmut.

They sit there and chat for several minutes before he gets up and leaves. Helmut looks a little defeated as he stands up and looks over at your table. Upon seeing you looking at him, he smiles and makes his way back over.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be. Who was that?" You ask, too curious not to know.

"His name is Tony Stark. Remember that new restaurant I was telling you about?" You nod at his question. "Well, he owns it. He was checking out his competition in the area."

"I don't like him," you say, not really intending to say that out loud.

Helmut chuckles softly.

"Neither do I."

"What did he say?" Wanda asks.

"That he wasn't worried if this place is considered the best in Novi Grad. My restaurant isn't a threat to his business."

You unconsciously clench your fists.

"Your restaurant is the nicest place here. He has no idea what he's talking about. He didn't even try your food."

Helmut grins at your comments.

"No he didn't. Though he intends to come back. I need to cook up something magnificent for his return."

"You can do it. Everything you cook is amazing, Helmut. A lot of care goes into your cooking."

His smile makes you giddy.

"Food tastes best when it's made for enjoyment and not just to satisfy hunger," you tell him, meaning every word of that.

Zemo swears his heart would beat out of his chest if it could. If he wasn't already swooned by you, he would have been now. You had no idea what kind of power you had over him.

"I am always glad to hear it."

Wanda looks between the pair of you and smiles. She quietly excuses herself to go use the bathroom. Neither one of you glance at her as she slips away.

Helmut sits at the table.

"How long do we have?" He asks.

"Wanda and I have a few days left yet. We're not leaving too soon."

"Good," he nods his head. "I'd like to see more of you."

"Really?" You ask, shocked by his words.

"Yes, really."

You smile. Your smile makes him smile. Oh, what he would do to see it every single day of his life. This man was utterly in love with you, but he would be fool to just blurt that out.

Plus, you weren't staying. He would have to say goodbye to you again.

"Maybe Wanda and I could pop back every day. When the coffee is this good, we would be silly not to come back," you drink the last drop from your cup.

"Ah, so it's my coffee you like?"

"The owner isn't so bad either," you say, unable to hold eye contact much longer.

The chuckle that escapes past his lips makes you tingle all over. It's so deep, yet so joyful and pure. A sense of pride washes over you for making him laugh.

"Sokovia will feel so empty when you're gone," he says, softly.

"I will miss it. I have missed it."

"I missed you, you know," he admits.

Your heart stutters. You don't get a chance to say anything as Wanda returns. Zemo is quick to change the topic of conversation, smoothly too.

"Can you cook?"

"Uh, I can cook to feed myself. Wanda is more of a chef than I am, but even she can't compare to your culinary skills."

Wanda was caught off-guard by your statement and Zemo was full of pride again. The more you complimented his cooking, the bigger his ego was inflating.

"Would you like to assist me for Stark's visit tomorrow?"

You stare at him, lips parted, mind whirling in confusion.

"You want my help?"

"Yes. I could teach you."

You glance at Wanda. She nods enthusiastically at you, winking.

"Alright, but please don't let me get in the way. I'd hate to be the reason things go wrong."

He leans forward, lips tugged into a grin.

"I trust you."

You smile softly, finding the table suddenly more interesting than before.

Wanda chuckles softly.

"While you do that I'll go see if my old family home is still there," she says, smiling.

"Are you sure?" You ask her.

"Of course I am."

You smile and turn back to Helmut.

"Then it's settled. We'll show Stark what he's up against."

Zemo smiled brightly.

Just you and him in the kitchen tomorrow. He was going to make every moment count. This might be the most amount of time he will get to spend with you while you're here.

Zemo gets up from his seat and grabs the two empty cups from the table.

"Another?"

Both of you nod.

Zemo goes to get more coffee. While he's gone, Wanda leans across the table and takes your hands into hers.

"Woo that man!"

You laugh.

"I mean it! One day you'll marry him and be the happiest person alive. Maybe you should seriously consider moving out here. I could help you. Maybe I'll find some places for you tomorrow."

"You don't have to do that."

"You're not saying no, though," she grins.

"You're right, I'm not." You glance over to the bar. "I really like him Wanda."

"I know, so let's do something about it."

You nod softly.

Zemo returns, this time with an extra cup. He sits down with you both and asks you to be at the restaurant first thing in the morning. You agree.

From tomorrow onward, you knew things would take a turn. Your life would literally be flipped upside down.

And you were happy to let it happen.

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