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bambikisss · 1 year

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Christmas in New York :: Cho Guesung

Summary : With work stressing you out, your boyfriend comes to surprise you

Characters: reader x Cho Guesung (South Korea #9)

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up, especially in this economy), biting, preg kink, lots love L bombs, use of a mirror, use of the window, he'll call you a slut

A/N: So fun fact, I got my first hate anon after writing for him lol so I'm doing it again heh. There will be a version without smut for the people who may want this without the sexy time.

Christmas fics: 2/?

You laid back on your bed after a long day of work, closing your eyes as you relished the feeling of your cloud-like bed. You had been up since around 8 am running around New York like a madman getting things ready for an event you had to host and attend in a few days. You had to pick up your supervisor's dress, your dress, make sure the caterers had the order and that they now include vegetarian options, blah blah blah. The thing that bothered you so much was that there were people at your job whose job it was to do this, not you. Now you had an article to finish and it honestly tired you out.

While you tried to weigh the options of whether it was worth quitting your job and moving in with your boyfriend and living in his closet, your phone suddenly buzzed. You groaned, turning to grab your phone, your annoyance melting away when you noticed who it was.

Baby <3: I lowkey hate airports lol. It's so crowded and everyone is staring at us.

You couldn't help but smile like a schoolgirl when her crush texted her, moving to lay on your stomach as you texted your response.

Y/N: You're telling me that the international heartthrob Cho Guesung doesn't like everyone admiring your hotness?

Y/N: Who is this and what have you done with my boyfriend?

You had been dating Guesung for two years, meeting him while you had a brand party in Korea. You were there for him while he trained to be added to the world cup team, and had even been there for some of his games. Now with the world cup over, you hadn't seen him in person for a while as he was busy with his schedule as everyone wanted to get to know him.

Baby <3: lol, you know how I feel about all this attention.

Baby <3: Especially when I'm receiving thousands of marriage proposals while I have you, baby.

Ah, how could you forget?

When everyone got a glimpse of him, everyone rushed to his Instagram and followed him, then flooding his comments and DMs with marriage proposals. He of course immediately told you and after you both read through some and laughed, he then muted the app. You weren't jealous about how everyone reacted to your boyfriend because, well, he was attractive. You actually found it a bit funny how everyone saw a glimpse of him being pouty on a bench at a game and said "Ah yes, husband material."

Y/N: Why are you in the airport anyways? Do you have a game or something?

Baby <3: Nah, I have a schedule in the states.

You tried to think about where he could have a schedule since you hadn't seen it pop up on his schedule when he originally showed you. Before you could ask him where be sent you a text saying "Gotta get on the plane. Love you, I'll text you after the interview! <3"

You pouted as you realized you could no longer talk to your man, checking the time before you got a text from your coworker, asking if you could help her plan an interview they had tomorrow.

There goes relaxing.

~<3

New York snow was something else.

It may look gorgeous in pictures but in person, it was horrible, especially when the wind hit.

You mumbled curse words as you carried the heavy Starbucks bags filled with pastries and hot chocolate for the interview guests, stomping into your work build as you passed by the group of assistants all gossiping by the door. When they saw you, they broke out into a fit of laughter, making you want to do nothing more than throw the bag of scolding hot chocolate at them. How dare they laugh at you? Even worse when you're doing their job.

You rolled your eyes before hurrying to the collaboration floor, rushing into the room where the interview was being held. You placed the bags onto the table, turning to your coworker who was smiling like a fool at you. Before she could begin to speak about whatever made her so happy, you cut her off. "How the fuck do those assistants downstairs still have a job? I'm out here, running around to do their jobs while they're gossiping about some random shit." Your coworker's eyes widened as her smile widened a bit as you ranted, nodding as she tried to hold back her laugh.

"Now, what are you giggling about?" You dropped your hand to your side, showing your frustration before you removed your jacket, tossing it to a nearby chair. Before she could speak, someone tapped your shoulder.

"Pretty outfit, baby." You paused at the sound of his voice, turning around to see your boyfriend standing in front of you, a smug smile on his face. You couldn't figure out words as you stared at him before wrapping your arms around his neck, Guesung picking you up to spin with you. All of your annoyance left your body as he pressed kisses to your temple, mumbling about how much he missed you. You couldn't let go of him as he pulled back to lift your face so he could properly kiss you. His lips tasted of watermelon, the familiar taste reminding you of the gum he always chewed.

"Woah, let's not make out here!'' Your lips paused as you heard one of his teammate's voices, turning to see a group of them all smiling at you, making kissing noises while laughing. You've never felt such a vast change of emotions: annoyance to happiness to embracement. You hid your face in his chest, Guesung laughing softly before telling the group to quit it, which they did after a few moments. He looked down at you with a smile, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before going to sit with the group, asking what kind of interview they were doing, which made you pause. You had completely forgotten that they were here for an interview with you. You turned to your coworker, who handed you the clipboard as she kept her smile on her face, which made you gently hit her arm with it.

"You guys have a puppy interview." As the group of boys cheered, a puppy's bark could be heard, which made the boys sing in a chorus of "awws"

You set the up before bringing in the puppies, starting the interview as the boys played with them. You laughed as the smallest dog moved to sit in Guesung's lap, not leaving his lap the entire time. You found it adorable at how the two were interacting; you could see the love in his eyes for the dog. Once the interview was over, you helped take the dogs back to their crates and handlers, the boys asking to adopt all the ones that caught their eyes. You helped distribute the hot chocolate and pastries as the boys passed you to head back to their van, hugging you and asking you to make sure they got their puppies. "Make sure you filled out the adoption application before y'all leave and I'll see what magic I can work." The boys all thanked you, hugging you tightly in a group hug as they left, making you feel warm. As you looked through the applications, you felt some arms wrap around your waist, soft lips moving to press against your cheek. "What time do you get out of work, today?" You turned to face your boyfriend, kissing his cheek as you checked your schedule for the day. "I should be out by like 6, why?"

Guesung said nothing, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before leaving with his drink, leaving you and your coworker confused. You didn't have time to think about it as your manager came to you to help go over the event's details in a meeting with the party planning team. You sighed as your coworker patted your back, telling you to look forward to whatever your man has planned for later. You held onto that throughout your day, the day seemingly moving by faster than usual.

After clocking out you made your way outside where the rest of the assistants from earlier were talking. They of course noticed you and all began to make fun of you like a group of middle school kids, making you roll your eyes. You ignored them as you began your trek home, mumbling about how much they didn't do their job. What were they getting paid to do?

You found yourself annoyed as you punched in the code to your apartment, looking forward to having the wine you had just bought and some much-needed alone time with your cat. After walking in and kicking off your boots, you looked up to see your living room decorated with candles and flowers. There was also some romantic music playing in the background, making you smile. The place smelled amazing and you wanted to find the cause of this romantic setup.

"Oh, you're home."

You smiled as Guesung came into view, a kitchen towel on his shoulder, showing you that he had been cooking. You weren't even thinking about the alone time you once wanted, rushing into his arms as he caught you. He chuckled, pressing a kiss onto your temple, spinning around with you before placing you down in front of him. He kissed you softly before rubbing your back, smiling softly. "How...I thought you guys were busy?" He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words, squeezing your hips before he returned to the kitchen, focusing back on the food he had been cooking. You took a second to admire him in his sleeveless tight tank top and sweatpants; the way he seemed so focused on the steak he was cooking, occasionally smiling when he glanced up at you.

After placing the steaks onto a plate to rest, he turns off the stove before finally answering your question. "The snowstorm closed the airport so we're all stuck here. The boys are at the hotel while I decided to spend some time with my sweet girlfriend." He smiled as he rounded the kitchen counter, pulling you to his chest as you smiled. "After I noticed how annoyed you seemed at work earlier, I thought you would enjoy me coming home to surprise you with a date."

"Aren't you romantic?" You couldn't help but press a kiss to his lips, feeling your heart skip a beat at how sweet he was. Guesung had a way with you that made your heart race and do backflips; he would buy you flowers just cause so that when you got home from work, you'd see them. He'd buy clothes, snacks, and other things that made him think of you while he was away in Korea while traveling and put them into a box and ship them to you along with a heartfelt letter and some polaroid pictures of him and sometimes of his teammates. He wouldn't hesitate to send you some of his clothes among other things just because he loves you. He had sent you so many of his clothes that he now has a section of clothes in your closet and a drawer in your dresser. It made you want nothing more than to just kiss him to oblivion and it made you wanna sometimes cry.

Like now, cleaning up after you both finished the steak dinner he made while you laid full on the couch. You couldn't help but smile at him as he fully cleaned the kitchen and fed the cat, then made his way over to you with the wine you had mentioned that you wanted to try. He sat down in front of you as he poured the wine, handing you a glass before repeating it for himself. He clinked your glasses together, holding your hand as he drank the wine. "Y/N, you know I love you, right?" You paused at the sudden question, placing your glass down to softly cup his face. He said nothing as he pressed a kiss to your thumb, making your heart skip once more. "Yes, Guesung. I know."

"I just wanna make sure. I know sometimes I'm not the most...available, but, I want to make sure that you know that I do."

You scanned his face as he spoke, noting his beauty marks and how his eyes searched your face. It sometimes shocked you how much he wanted to prove that he loved you. You knew that he did and it sometimes worried you that he felt like you didn't appreciate everything he had done for you.

You took a second before pulling him into a loving kiss, your lips moving together as you pulled him onto the couch. He grunted softly as he picked you up, sitting down on the couch before placing you on his lap. He gripped your hips as you two kissed, your hands moving into his hair as you pulled away. He at first chased your lips before pulling back to meet your eyes, giving you his full attention. You let your hand move to once again cup his cheek, your thumb moving to rub his bottom lip. His eyes moved to stare at your lips, his hands gripping your hips tighter. You loved how attentive he was to you, watching your every move. You watched as his breath hitched when you licked your lips, his eyes moving to try and meet yours.

"Y/N... Don't tease." You then met his eyes, pulling him back in for another kiss, this one more passionate and messy. He grabbed at your clothes, removing each article of clothing before tossing them onto the floor. He licked your bottom lip as he stood up with you, removing his own clothes before pulling you back to be close to him.

"My god, Y/N, you don't know what you do to me." He whispered, his voice coming out desperate as he massaged your body. "I don't," you hissed as his lips pressed against the sweet spot on your collarbone. "Why don't you tell me?"

"You just wanna hear me talk about how much I always wanna fuck you," he moaned as your hand slid down to make contact with his hard dick, slowly pumping. "Maybe," you whispered, your boyfriend chuckling in response.

He removed your hand before pulling you to sit on his lap, helping you to grind on him. You moaned as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, his free hand massaging your ass as his dick and your wetness made contact, grinding against one another deliciously. "I wanna fuck you so bad. All those times you acted cute while we face time, all those times you sent me a photo of a new outfit you got that barely covered your ass or these goddam gorgeous thighs," he paused to slap your ass, making you moan loudly. "Makes me just wanna get on the first fucking flight to your place and fuck you like crazy."

"Then do it." You couldn't take it anymore as you felt the tip of his dick make contact with your clit, making you press your forehead against his shoulder. "Fuck me like crazy."

Guesung wasted no time moving himself so he could push into you, his hips pounding into you as he held you still. You gripped the back of the couch, moaning loudly as your boyfriend fucked up into you at a harsh pace. He couldn't help but suck and bite on your skin, his hands making contact with your ass a few times before he moaned loudly against your stomach.

"G-guesung, baby. Oh my fucking god." You whined as his thumb made contact with your clit, playing with it as he looked up at you. He could feel you clenching and it honestly drove him crazy. "That's it, baby. Cum for me, show me how much you missed my fucking cock." You closed your eyes as his pace became brutal, your orgasm ripping through you, making you moan his name loud enough that you were sure your neighbors heard.

He then jumped up from the couch as you tried to catch your breath, pinning your back against the window as he picked up the same pace he had. You dug your nails into his shoulders, tossing your head back against the window. "Such a good girl- so fucking loud while I press you up against the window. What would your neighbors think?"

You honestly didn't care about what the neighbors thought, only focused on the man in front of you who was pounding into you and kissing your neck. You scratched up his back, your boyfriend's moan being loud as he felt your nails. He loved the way it felt when you dug your nails into him and when you scratched him; let him know that he was fucking you right.

When you noticed his thighs begin to clench, you knew he was close. You leaned in to kiss him, silencing both of your moans as he moved one hand to press against the window to keep you both up. "Gonna fill you up," he growled against your lips, his hips studdering as you moaned his name. "Gonna fill up my baby and show her how much I love you. Gonna prove it to you."

He let out a few breaths as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hips stopping to press firmly against you as he came. He breathed heavily as you rubbed his back, kissing his cheeks as you waited for him to calm down. "Love you" he whispered, pecking your lips before he let his forehead rest against your shoulder, pressing short kisses there. You ran your hand through his hair, giving him a moment to calm down after fucking you so hard. After a bit, he had enough energy to move you both to the bathroom, where he carefully started the bath before helping you get in. He had you pressed against his chest, his heartbeat not pounding as hard as it was earlier. While you both bathed and relaxed in the tub, he kept you close and held you tight. You enjoyed laying in his embrace, kissing his bicep before rubbing his shoulder. You both did not speak any words, only resting and holding one another.

After you both were done, he led you to the bedroom, where he helped you get dressed before laying you down. When you asked where he was going he, chuckled. "I promise you, I'm not leaving. Just gotta clean up our mess so that the cats don't get any ideas. Then, I'll come right back and hold you close." You nodded as he left to attend to the living room and the curious cat, leaving you to slowly drift to sleep.

~ ♥ ~

Snowstorms would sometimes be worse than they seemed in New York.

You woke up around 4 to see your cat slipping through your bedroom door to leave, going to join the other cat in the cat bed. You sighed, turning to check the time before glancing at the window. Snow was hitting the window aggressively, almost sounding like rain. You turned to face a now slightly awake Guesung, who was sitting up now. You ran a hand through his hair, apologizing for waking him up. He mumbled out something about it being alright, kissing your palm before asking what time it was. "Around 4."

"Why did you cat follow me in here just to wake us both up to slip out?" You laughed as he groaned, falling back onto the bed. You gently kissed his temple, asking him if he wanted any water, to which he said no. You nodded before heading to the kitchen to get some, returning as he sat up. You leaned against the doorframe as you watched your now more awake boyfriend sit up, the comforter dropping to show his toned body and abs. You let your eyes move to his thighs that were peaking out from the opening in his tight boxer briefs. They were so toned and muscular and would occasionally tense when he laughed, which made you feel something. He soon caught your eyes, opening his arms for you to come to join him. You put your glass down before joining your boyfriend back in bed, moving to straddle him, which made him chuckle and let out a small "oh". He looked up at you, his thumbs moving to rub your hips as he leaned up to press a kiss to your cheek. "You know, for someone who was so tired a few moments ago, you seem now very awake."

Guesung smiled at your words, raising an eyebrow as he moved the both of you so your back was laid against the bed while he hovered over you. He rubbed your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist so you were pressed against him before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. The kiss was slow and sweet, your thighs occasionally squeezing around his waist, making him moan softly in the kiss. You let your hips move against his hardening cock, making him pull back from the kiss to admire your face. "For someone who was just making fun of me for waking up, you seem to want to do something active."

"Aren't you an athlete, Mr. Guesung? Isn't being active you're entire thing?" You giggled as he ran a hand through his messy hair, making a sound of fake annoyance. He smiled as his hands came to rest on top of your thighs, his hips moving to roll into yours, making you moan. He didn't stop, squeezing your thighs as he pressed more against you each time. He watched the way your body rolled and arched whenever he pressed more against your clit, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip.

"You're such a slut, Y/N." Your eyes opened as he paused his movements, your hips trying to move to meet his as you whined. He said nothing as he flipped you over so you were on your stomach, his hand moving over the flesh of your ass and thighs before he pressed his still-covered cock against your now-wet entrance, making you both moan. "Such a slutty pussy, too. So wet from just some grinding." He licked his lips once more as you moaned, leaning down to press his chest against your back as his hands carefully moved down your body, pulling off your underwear slowly. He tossed your panties somewhere in the room before he pressed himself once more against you, his hips rolling as he was met with your pussy. You mewled at the feeling, pushing your butt back to press against him, begging for him to hurry up and fuck you, to which he chuckled. "Can't wait, can you slut?" He couldn't wait either as he pushed down his underwear, rubbing his tip along your slick before pushing into you slowly. You moaned softly, your head falling forward as his hips snapped quickly, hitting the flesh of your ass with force. He moaned loudly, leaning forward to grab your hair, pulling your head up so you could now face the mirror that was facing your bed. He moved faster as you moaned at both your appearances; his hair was a mess from sleeping, his upper body was slightly shiny from sweat and strangely still as his hips pounded into you. He leaned down to bite your shoulder, moaning when clenched around him.

"Look at us, baby. You look so fucking hot." you gripped the sheets, as he moved, tossing your head back as he moaned your name. "I'm gonna cum soon, baby," you moaned, your boyfriend mumbling the same as he focused on where you both met. "Does my slut want my babies?" He moaned louder as you clenched around him, your own hips moving back to meet him in desperation. "My slut wants my babies, huh? Wanna be swollen with my kids? It'll show everyone how well I fuck this pussy, my pussy."

You moaned his name louder as you both came, Guesung falling forward to continue rolling his hips into your ass. His hips ground against your ass, moaning as you both tried to calm down.

He pulled out, pulling you to lay next to him. You kissed his collarbone, whining softly as he rubbed your back. "Are you tired again?" He laughed, moaning softly when you bit his collarbone once more. "Kidding, kidding"

You smiled as he pulled the cover over you both, tiredness filling your body once more as he whispered how much he loved you.

~ ♥

"Alright Y/N. Have a good holiday!"

You thanked your manager, holding in your smile as the assistants were complaining about having to work the party, complaining about you being able to leave. You made sure to smirk at them as you walked out, chuckling softly.

You smiled as you entered your apartment, happy to have the holiday off. You were tempted to break out some wine and just relax, forgetting about the job you have. You picked up your cat before you noticed your other cat chilling by the bathroom door, purring happily. You leaned down to rub him, the door opening to show Guesung in a tux. You asked what he was doing here, putting down your cat before jumping into his arms, making him chuckle. After the storm ended a few weeks ago, he left immediately with his team. "Merry early Christmas baby." He led you to the bedroom, where he had decorated it with lots of roses and candles. You noticed a card in the center of the bed, picking it up as he stood behind you.

Y/N.

I love you. I wanted to say thank you for being there for me; through training, through the world cup, and through everything. I know it hasn't been easy, but you've been there for me more than everyone else has and I just wanted to say thank you and turn around.

You turned around as you put down the card, confusion on your face. "Guesung, what do you mean turn-"

As you turned to face him, you noticed he was on one knee, a ring being held out to you. You covered your mouth as tears pricked your eyes, Guesung smiling softly. "Y/N, I love you so much. I can't imagine anyone else being by my side for the rest of my life. So, will you do me the honors and...will you marry me?"

You nodded, tears streaming down your face as he placed the ring on your finger, then pulled you into a tight hug.

"I love you, Y/N..."

#cho gue sung imagines #cho gue sung #cho gue sung x reader #cho guesung smut #~bambi

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scorbusdefensesquad · 6 months

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Scorbus Halloween Master List 🎃

we don't have to pretend by dustyspines

"Hey, no," Albus began, tilting Scorpius' chin up so they were looking at each other again. "It's never too late to talk about her. If the feelings are still as raw as they were that day, which they clearly are, and you still both are grieving, then it isn't too late. It'll never be like that." He finished, leaning inwards towards Scorpius and, before either of them could really register what was going on, pressed their lips together. It was short, sweet and slightly too wet (in Scorpius' eyes anyway), but it happened.

"You just kissed me." Scorpius said, in a comment that was meant to remain internal, but of course it slipped out.

Halloween 2021 by torestoreamends

It’s been a year (or forty years, depending on how you look at it) since the events of Godric’s Hollow. A lot has changed in that time, almost all of it for the better, but it’s still Hallows’ Eve. It’s never been the easiest of days.

The Vigil by torestoreamends

Harry and Albus visit Godric's Hollow on Hallow's Eve, to join the vigil taking place outside the Potter's destroyed house. What Are You Putting In The Pumpkin Today? by Wyrdmazer

What will you choose this evening: head or a head? Or maybe more heads?

And, yes, it is a word-play.

Oh! You Pretty Thing by orphan_account

It’s 2021, Albus and Scorpius are in fifth year, and Headmistress McGonagall has surprised the student body by allowing some school-sanctioned mischief to go down over Halloween. It’s all fun and games until someone takes the idea of Trick Or Treat too far, resulting in both Albus and Scorpius getting the wrong end of the stick about a very important matter. Have they done the unthinkable and ruined their friendship forever, or will they come out of the other side stronger (and closer) than ever?

Featuring bats, Boggarts and more David Bowie than you’d expect from a canon-compliant one-shot!

Around the Bonfire by BookofSpells

Albus and Scorpius are invited to a spooky Halloween Bonfire in the Forbidden Forest. It's scary, but not nearly as terrifying as Albus' feelings for his best friend.

Another Deathday Disaster by Hang_In_There_Baby_Crookshanks

When Rose Weasley is invited to Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday Party, Scorpius Malfoy is desperate to secure his own invitation. As his loving boyfriend, Albus Potter needs a plan to make sure his boyfriend gets to attend. Somehow leading to him joining a club, making friends with a small Ravenclaw, and a disaster in the great hall.

But, it's Nick's deathday, when did anything ever go right?

Memories Of A Night In Time by Augurey_Ray

After two years Albus and Scorpius return to Godric's Hollow. Albus' mind wanders to the memories from his first visit.

Fight for your fairytale by emotionalsupporthufflepuff

Albus decides to push himself out of his comfort zone on Halloween.

A Confusion of Coordinated Costumes by heatherwiththeweather

Albus and Scorpius have their first date to the Hogwarts Halloween dance, which means only one thing-costumes. But of course, nothing can ever run smooth with this pair and on the day of the dance, they realise there has been a costume malfunction which does nothing to help with their increasing first date nerves. It's safe to say that dating isn't as simple as it looks.

Al O'Lantern by Ms_Peppersimp

Albus and Scorpius are carving pumpkins on Halloween and a not-so coincidence occurs when they reveal their designs.

Happy Halloween by CQueen

Five year old Scorpius Malfoy is very sad. Not only is his grandfather being very mean, but against his will Scorpius has been forced to dress up as a kitten for a Halloween party.

The icing on the gross cake of his life is that his magical kitten tail has trapped him outside, and it's up to a very brave little lion to save him.

And not only does the boy in the lion costume save him…but he has a proposal for him. Of marriage.

What?

The Board of Spirits by BookofSpells

“How does it work?” Albus asks, his curiosity piqued. He picks up a small, heart-shaped block of painted wood with a magnifying glass in the centre and taps it against the board. Nothing happens.

“It’s like a game,” Scorpius explains, sitting on the bed and gesturing for Albus to join him. “The kids put their fingers on the planchette and pretend to perform a séance. Supposedly, the spirit communicates with them by moving the planchette over the letters and numbers on the board. There is always one cheeky kid that moves it themselves, to trick the others.”

Albus has been hiding his feelings for Scorpius for as long as he can remember. It takes a bit of luck, a spirit board, and four whimsical spirits to show him what's possible.

The Witches' House by TrueMeg

“I dare you to go to the witches’ house!”

On Halloween night, ten-year-old Albus is brought along with James and his friends to go visit the house at the edge of their village, where a family of witches is said to live. But when Albus ends up stuck at the house, he sees the witches for himself. And learns they’re much more like him in more ways than one.

Untitled by xphineasx

Halloween at Hogwarts by: Sirius Owens Hogwarts has a new Halloween event, costumes. Dressed as a Zombie, Scorpius gains two weird new friends and finally gets a chance to act upon his crush.

#scorbus #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter #fanfiction #scorbus fanfiction #halloween #please send me any that I have missed

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jiminjamms · 2 years

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sex therapy :: 14. sucker for pain

chapter tags/warnings: misogynistic! naoya. pet names ("bimbo"). dirty talking. nonconsenual undertones. infidelity/adultery. strong language. humiliation. classism.

word count: 3.8k

notes: i published this story for the first time in october 2021 on wattpad, and i'm so thankful for and overwhelmed by the support and love that sex therapy has received over the past year. thank you for watching me and my story grow. xoxo

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Eat. Sleep. Fuck. Repeat.

This would be the mantra Naoya would live by tonight.

The little date he was taking you on was merely a prequel to the chain of bedroom events he had schemed for the evening. Because warming up first was important, no?

As a wonderful husband, Naoya took his precious wife out to dinner at Shibuya’s Cé La Vi, a top-floor restaurant that may not be as vertigo-inducing as its famous Marina Bay Sands counterpart in Singapore, but offered a menu and skyline views second to none.

He had even requested an outdoor table under the fairy lights for the romantic atmosphere, where both the amber hues and soft jazz washed the vicinity with warmth and peace. Exactly what Naoya also needed after his last twenty hours filled with hurried negotiations with publishers, a long flight back to Tokyo, and many private lectures from his outraged father.

At least that was all done now.

Sighing, Naoya gestured at a nearby waiter, who disappeared and returned with a glass of expensive tequila several minutes later. Eight in the evening might be far too early for Naoya to down his third shot of Don Julio, but he needed to reward himself for completing a hectic itinerary without a wink of shuteye in between.

With the drink, he quietly soaked in the low hum of chatter that mingled with the gentle clinking of cutlery. The ambiance was so miraculous that Naoya didn’t know why he hadn’t taken you here earlier.

Now that he thought about it, when was the last time he had taken you out on a proper date anyway?

Oh, when he took you out two weeks ago to skydive in…

No, wait that was with Mari.

He was only two and a half glasses in, but the liquor was already messing with his memory.

So when…?

“We haven’t done anything like this in a long, long while,” you commented when you must have noted his extended silence at the dinner table, although Naoya found it quite funny that you seemingly read his thoughts instead.

He swirled the liquor in his glass but decided against another sip. “You think so?” he asked as harmlessly as possible. “When was the last time?”

Cutting into a scallop on your plate, you bit your inner cheek. “Our…honeymoon.”

Holy crap, that Caribbean trip was months ago. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” you deadpanned.

Oh.

Okay, he might have thought a lot more about spending time with his mistress, and he hadn’t exactly been keeping track of every single date he went on with you, but he certainly did not expect to have such an abysmal track record with his own wife.

Not that he felt guilty about his absence in your life.

Besides, you had the money to entertain yourself as you wished. Whether because you were blinded by sheer stupidity or his bank account, you thankfully didn’t complain much either. All Naoya had to do was to keep you happy and ignorant because—to paraphrase his father’s own words—if Naoya flopped this marriage with the COO's daughter, he would not be welcomed in the Zenin household again.

The difficult part, however, was that you were hard to please.

That was what happened to little girls who grew up spoiled by daddy’s money, Naoya supposed. Mari, on the other hand, would have absolutely been overjoyed in your position. Hell, even Naoya himself—who merely grew up as a spare heir—would have shown some gratitude.

“Sorry that I’ve been so occupied.” The Zenin CEO had to inject whatever sympathy and sincerity he had into his apology before sampling his risotto. “I’ve been buried in work ever since I joined the executive suite earlier this year. I’ve had a lot to catch up on.”

“I know,” you responded very matter-of-factly. “And I understand. You’ve been busy with meetings.”

Right. Meetings with his board in addition to his, well, other more discreet ‘meetings’ where he pounded his paramour into oblivion (but let’s not talk about that, shall we?).

As he pushed the thought away, he placed his fork down in exchange for his drink. “That’s why I invited you for dinner—to spend extra time with you. I’ll make things up to you even more later.”

You glanced up from your meal, blinking rapidly but the ambivalence apparent in your gaze. “Really? Like how?”

Sex, you motherfucking dimwit.

How much more obvious did he have to be?

Of course, he instead replied with, “You’ll see.”

He hadn’t told you his idea to rail your brains out because he didn’t feel obligated to, but if he wanted to a) get his father off his ass and b) be a baby daddy by morning, he had quite the mission to accomplish. Besides, if he calculated the numbers correctly in his head, today was still within your fertility window. A later day in the schedule, but still a fertile time for his wife, nonetheless. This was the perfect time to focus on you, particularly since he wouldn’t be distracted by Mari for some time. Perhaps arriving early from Mexico wasn’t too much of a bad thing.

Tonight, the deed didn’t seem too difficult to do either, thanks to how provocatively you dressed. Since when did you wear off-the-shoulder mini dresses? Was this from your New York fashion haul three months back?

“It’d be nice if you could apologize to me first.”

Naoya froze with his glass by his mouth at your unanticipated comment. What were you even going on about? “Didn’t I already say sorry for not spending time with you?” This was what he meant by how ungrateful you were.

Curling your lips inward, you inhaled sharply. “That wasn’t what I was—”

When the conversation was unexpectedly interrupted by a buzzing at the table, Naoya reached for his phone only to be greeted with a blank screen. Rather, he looked up to see you wiping your hands and staring at your device, mirroring Naoya’s own confusion as your brows creased at an unsaved number.

“Spam,” you concluded and pushed the device away once the caller eventually reached voicemail. “What I was saying,” you began even as your face contorted momentarily with reluctance, “was that you never told me you were away from Japan. I didn’t even know where you were or when you would be back had I not called your secretary.”

Wow, that was what you wanted an apology for?

What an entitled brat.

Admittedly, Naoya should have texted you before he vanished into thin air, but a homemaker like you certainly had no business in his personal schedule. Had he truly had an investor conference to attend, Naoya was certain you would have been just as meddlesome, which was why he found the situation even more sardonic when you confirmed his suspicions by adding, “Sending me a text isn’t too difficult, you know.”

Just who the hell did you think you were?

Don’t think he had not noticed how confrontational you had been as of late, criticizing his actions and then dishing out instructions as though you were anywhere near the place to do so. This change from your typically submissive nature was uninvited, to say the least. Like, at the bare minimum, you could look at your own husband as you spoke, and Naoya wondered if your actions were simply a phase in the relationship or a reveal of the real you. Whatever the reason, he wanted his good and obedient wife back.

“Well then, my apologies." His eye twitched as he spoke, and nothing now could hide the contempt rising in his tone. “Next time, I’ll make sure my assistants send you my entire itinerary from when I sleep to when I use the restroom to—"

Naoya couldn’t even think through his annoyance because, at this point, your phone was ringing for what must be the third time and that irked him even further.

“Please!” he scoffed, his vexation bursting through his voice. “Just excuse yourself and pick that shit up, good lord!”

At least that much you listened to. You pardoned yourself, stepping away just as Naoya pinched the bridge of his nose. On the one date he finally organized with his wife, you just had to ruin his mood with your shit attitude and table manners. Fantastic.

After one long huff, Naoya swung around in his seat and caught the attention of a nearby waiter.

The fuming executive then pointed at his glass.

“Another shot, ASAP."

As much as you were guilty of self-deprecation, you were not masochistic enough to simply swallow your husband’s insults over dinner.

‘Sex, you motherfucking dimwit.’

Simply thinking back to that line sent tiny pricks to your chest.

Did Naoya really think that, just because he mumbled that to himself under his breath, you wouldn’t hear him? What made you even more upset was that, when you asked for an apology, he could not even recognize his wrongs. There was more that you hoped to confront him about, too—particularly about the rumors of his extramarital affairs—but you had half the mind to shut up given his splenetic fury.

Whoever called you, however, thankfully provided you with a reason for reprieve.

You rushed out of the main restaurant venue as you curiously stared at your phone, noticing the missed calls from an unknown number. When the same contact information appeared on your screen in its fourth ring, you pressed the ‘Accept’ button only for the other line to greet you first.

“I still have your dress, kiddo.”

Kiddo.

Only one person called you that.

“Choso?” you nearly shouted in disbelief, unintentionally garnering the attention of some bystanders.

“That’s me alright,” the therapist answered, his reply cool and composed as though he never questioned the fact that his hands landed on your phone number. “I was just about to give up on reaching you.”

Overwhelmed, you sighed. “Sorry, I’m rather busy at the moment.”

“Right, right,” he mulled, a faint rumble sneaking in his tone. Choso then clicked his tongue against his teeth, and you could almost picture the blasé manner in which he would recline in a seat as some shuffling echoed over the line, which would have normally been irrelevant until he added, “Well, I’m downstairs.”

“What?!” was your first reaction. Now, you were certainly getting weird stares. Downstairs, as in, where? “Are you in—”

“Yes, Shibuya. You’re at Cé La Vi right now, aren’t you? Take the elevator down to the first floor. My car’s parked right outside the building’s main doors. That Dolce & Gabbana outfit I made you change out of before the club, I didn’t have a chance to return that since you stormed out of the meeting last night.”

You shut your dropped jaw. “The dress I remember but,” your gaze then narrowed, “how do you know where I am?”

The call suddenly grew quiet, the lull stretching for what must be an hour as Choso carefully contemplated his next words. “When you’re in the right business,” he hinted darkly, no doubt making a reference to his underbelly occupation, “information isn’t hard to come by once you know the right people.”

An assassin with eyes all over the city, huh?

Well, that explained how he got your number as well, albeit you would not be surprised if he had dug through the therapist office’s database for that instead. Sometimes, you had to wonder how an upper-class lady like you got entangled with a man like him, but a five-minute round trip to the first floor could not possibly hurt, right?

“I’ll meet you, then,” you eventually replied and ended the call.

Catching the first elevator car down, you had no trouble spotting the iconic blue Corvette convertible that stood outside the building’s entrance. Upon your approach, Choso rolled down his window and stuck his head out. This evening, his jet-black strands were pulled back into one low ponytail rather than two, his prominent jawline appearing even sharper against the nighttime backdrop.

No wonder this man had a whole harem in the club.

“Hey,” he hummed as his inky eyes ran down your figure, his gaze lingering a little longer on your exposed collarbone before traveling down to your legs. “I like your style.”

At the compliment, you looked away, feeling a bizarre prickle in your stomach. “I’m on a dinner date.”

“With Naoya?” Given how the therapists have recently revealed their disdain for your husband, you were not surprised to see Choso grimace. “Why…would you do that to yourself?”

Great question. “He’s paying, so I can’t complain.”

Choso pressed his lips outward, nodding when he could not argue against that. “I see.”

During the silence that ensued, you clicked your heels together, too busy floundering in the burning presence of your companion that you almost forgot the reason you were here in the first place. “Do…you have my dress?”

Nonchalantly, the man pointed to the back with his thumb. “In the trunk. What? You’re in a rush or something?”

You nodded slowly. “Naoya doesn’t know I’m down here," you explained but, given the psychological pain that your husband had inflicted on you, there was no good reason for guilt to be tugging at your lungs.

Even Choso narrowed his eyes. “You’re going back to that asshole?”

Another great question.

Without saying much, Naoya already made clear that his intention with you tonight was grounded only in sexual gratification, that he viewed you as nothing beyond—as he had put it—‘a motherfucking dimwit.’ Despite the pain, you never failed to find a reason to crawl back to the husband that lashed at your heart.

“Naoya is already angry at me,” you eventually remarked, twirling the edges of your dress. “If I don’t get back...”

“Then what? Even more of a reason to ditch him, to be honest. Maybe that will teach him a lesson for all the times he left you.” Choso was not the type to talk much, but he inevitably had the uncanny ability to leave you dumbstruck once he did. Oblivious to your state (or not), he then casually adjusted the braided bracelet at his wrist. “Better things to do with your time than stay with him.”

Funny that your first instinct was to defend Naoya again. However, even if you were to dutifully return to your husband, he would internally welcome you with apathy, his only goal to leave you smitten as a kitten just so he would have a pussy to play with.

Abandoning Naoya also came with one other problem, though. “There isn’t much else for me to do.”

How pitiful was that?

Sure, you had a stack of invitations to various charity dinners and networking parties, but—even with all the riches and respect in the world—you found those events pretentious, repetitive, and dull.

You half-expected Choso to mock you. (Because, really, who were you to complain about first-world problems?) However, the man just paused slightly, a dash of sympathy running over his expression as he then motioned to the empty shotgun seat.

“I could take you out for a ride.”

Your brows shot up. Tempting. “Where to?”

“Since I’m free tonight, I was going to take myself somewhere by Tokyo Bay—one of my favorite spots around,” Choso explained as he ran both his hands through his hair. “Although, if you’re interested, I could show you the area, too.”

At the proposal, you tried not to smile too obviously. Who knew that a hardened part-time hitman actually had such a soft spot?

“Then I’d love to.”

Choso drove off the second you jumped into the Corvette, the convertible greeting you with its familiar ashy honeysuckle scents and a The Neighbourhood tune. With a long exhale, you sank into the red leather seat and stared out the window, watching the nearby scenery transform from skyscrapers to highway signs.

Quietly, you relished the soothing silence in the car that was a refuge from the charged cacophony over dinner, reflecting on the steps that brought you to this moment. What a twist of fate, how the man who had detested you weeks ago was now a warm beacon that offered light in the merciless sea, providing you more comfort than you'd like to admit.

When you unconsciously turned in his direction, you tried to not stare too obviously at the metal on his ears, the piercings gleaming as they caught beams from bypassing streetlamps. You might have had a rough start with Choso Kamo, but you still found him ridiculously attractive with his oversized white sweater and black jeans, hiding his athletic physique underneath.

“Need me to pull up Google Maps?” you asked upon realizing your extended ogling.

“No,” he shot back. “I know this city like the back of my hand.”

And Choso sure seemed like he did.

He was focused solely on driving, his palms clasped around the steering wheel as his fingers drummed to the bass of ‘Sweater Weather.’

This close to him, you noticed how his hands were rough and calloused—almost definitive sign of working out. Right where he rolled up his sleeves, veins also weaved beneath his forearm tattoos, the inked vines something you never had the chance to examine extensively either.

This time, you weren’t too discreet given that he caught your gaze. “What?”

Oops. “Nothing.”

You turned away to look ahead, trying to calm your frenzied heart by observing some uninteresting cars on the expressway. A proper lady like you knew better than to gawk at someone for a prolonged time, yet you still got caught red-handed. How embarrassing.

Slumping further into your seat, you pouted as your weird way in mitigating the internal humiliation. “Just…keep your eyes on the road.”

While Choso did as he was told, he held back a low chuckle. “And you could keep your eyes on me.”

“But I wasn’t—!" A complete lie, but you still shouted with flailing arms, defenses hopeless.

Yet, what really disarmed you was Choso’s faint smirk.

One minute, you were frustrated and flustered; the next, you were simply stunned at the amused tilt in his lips, all because his smile was so rare. There was something enchanting about the cocky way Choso grinned as he stepped on the accelerator, the maniacal gleam in his eyes as he stared ahead, the bright colors of the Tokyo evening that glittered behind him.

“Jesus, take the fucking wheel,” you muttered like a starstruck teenager.

“What’s wrong?” he asked harmlessly because this man definitely heard you over the music. He threw you a quick glance even as the smile on his lips stayed. “I mean, you could keep staring if you want to, bimbo. I won’t judge.”

Mouth opened to back talk, your ambitions immediately got cut short as Choso moved a hand from the steering wheel to your inner thigh. While you hid your gasp at the unexpected contact, you only hoped that he did not notice the way you tensed under his searing touch.

But Choso noticed, alright.

“Hm, why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” Choso pressed again, his focus still on the lane as though he was not caressing you, massaging you, his thumb running in hypnotic circles centimeters away from the dull throb between your legs,

How he managed to maintain his composure in such a situation was a mystery given that you, unlike him, gripped hard at the side of your seat.

“Because…” you hissed after mustering all effort.

Then, you stopped.

How could you respond while completely distracted by the tightening in your stomach, practically holding your breath as his hand crept up higher? It was not helping that his fingers were so thick, that he had a small dagger printed by a knuckle, that his scent was reminiscent of burning maple leaves during a New England fall.

“‘Because…?’ Because what?” Choso asked, knocking your thoughts loose momentarily because he—on the other hand—did not miss your incomplete answer. His nails dug into your skin, nearly making you yelp at the incredible burn. “What’s the issue? I don’t remember you being this shy with the other therapists around.”

The steeliness that underlined his tone…

Was Choso still hung up about your frisky flings with Toji and Sukuna? Even though you should have never gotten sexually involved with them in the first place, you never would have thought that Choso would hold such a grudge.

In response, you cautiously observed his side profile. “Are…you jealous?”

He closed his eyes momentarily at the question, indescribable salaciousness etched on his lovely face, and he shuddered slightly. His eyes opened back as a sharpened glare, Adam’s apple bobbing as the result of a drawn-out swallow.

“Oh, baby,” he growled, and it was the backward tilt of his head that left your mind spinning, “you have no idea.”

Traveling beneath your dress, his hand roamed a little higher, then higher again, his pinky finger brushing at your panties’ seam such that if he decided to travel up any further, he might just feel how miserable and soaked you were.

Just hurt me, you begged silently, legs squeezing together subconsciously as you feel a delicious heat churning through your body, biting back a moan when Choso gripped hard at your thigh before smacking at the flesh.

“Harder,” you accidentally pleaded out loud, immediately clamping your hands over your mouth.

Unsurprisingly, your insanely handsome driver turned to you. When you met his gaze, you only wished that you hadn’t because Choso had a gaze that left you weak in the knees, the murky pool in his eyes enough to leave you whittled to a frantic and blubbering mess.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

“Well, I'm curious what your husband would say,” he interjected, debauchery bleeding in his tone, “when I send you home my handprints on your ass cheeks?”

Wow, that really took you aback.

“‘When?’” you bleated. Not ‘if?’

“Yes, ‘when,’” he confirmed with a hoarse thrum. His overflowing confidence clouded your head with something heady, something intoxicating. As much as you think you should tell Choso to stop, words were lodged in your throat once he forced your legs apart with one firm pull, and while you found pleasure in the pain, it was his next suggestion that sent sweet vibrations straight down your spine: “Because I wonder what would happen once I spread you over the car hood and took you right there.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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AITA for making my SIL leave my wedding?

I got married a few weeks ago to my husband, whom id been dating for nearly 8 and a half years beforehand.

I never got along with my fiance's sister, shes always been the spoiled brat type. Like, she gets away with literally everything and gets nearly everything handed down to her. It doesn't help we all went to school together and she was primarily one of my bullies, but her behavior up to now has lead all of this to happen, and on my wedding day no less. His sister is 32.

I'm gonna preface this by saying: Navy Blue was my gown color, the bridesmaids, what SIL was, were supposed to wear white. She had agreed to it as well. The other color was Gold; and the entire wedding was nautically themed. I also asked the bridesmaids, including SIL, to not wear anything extremely revealing (as SIL tends to wear very revealing clothes that literally sometimes have private areas of herself show out, she's not a curvy girl, so it's not the clothes hugging her too tightly, which even if that were the case that would somehow be infinitely better than her wearing what she does and the way she does currently).

The day before the wedding, SIL informs me that she bought a very pretty dress for the wedding. I tell her that that's great and if she wouldn't mind sending me a picture, which she does. The dress was white in the photos, and she was in the dressing room it appeared like when the photos were taken. I told her the dress looked beautiful, because I really did think it did look pretty, and she typed me a message about how excited she was for the wedding the next day.

The next day comes around and the wedding is about to get started. SIL was about an hour to 2 hours late on arrival, so we initially started the service without her. We waited as long as we could.

Around the time when the pastor asks "does anyone object the groom or bride" or whatever, she comes bursting in (oddly at the most convenient time) in a RED and BLACK dress, that literally hugged her so tight her boobs looked like they were gonna pop from her chest at any second. At any shift of the chest, a nip slip would have been certain. The whole damn service looks to see my SIL, standing in the damn door, crying about how 'we started without her' and how 'it took her forever to find the perfect dress.'

Regardless, we continue the wedding because I don't want my special day ruined, and I decided to put the fact she didn't even have the right color on and the fact she arrived nearly two hours late to the whole thing behind me.

That was until she touched my fucking cake.

We hadn't even done the cake cutting yet, and I see my SIL helping herself to TWO slices of the cake my husband and I have not been able to cut yet, as we were waiting to cut it later in the evening back at our hotel for our own private time to celebrate our marriage, but no. She was helping herself.

I decided to march up to her, I pulled my husband along the side with me as well. He was equally upset that she was eating the cake that was supposed to be for us; we had a timed eat event that was themed after the hobbit meals and dinner was the last meal. (None of the meals were so big and fattening that it would be unhealthy I promise lol). I look at her and ask her what shes doing, to which she just looks at me and says

"I didn't wanna wait anymore. I got bored."

At that point, I did pull her hair and push her around a bit before my husband's friend pulled me away and my husband ushered her out the door. My husband doesn't think AITA, but his family says I should have handled it differently even if she did several things she was told NOT to do, she did it anyway, and immediately attempted to shift it to being bored.

AITA here? Was I unjustifiably upset?

Note: Everything down to a T was mentioned and explained several times before the wedding. The colors, what would be happening with the meal after the service, what would be on the menu per say, and so much more. She literally and intentionally does this ALL the time, whether it's a formal or casual event.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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stardewvalleybut-i-draw · 2 months

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I wrote a giant description of all the characters based on what my friend and I were talking about can I have your opinion:

I am going to be starting with the first post where I mention the balectors of Stardew valley. This means the characters that you are able to date and eventually marry if you want to do that. In order to reach perfection, which is the end of the game, you need to have someone live in your house with 12 hearts in order to give you a stardrop. Hearts are friendship points you can get by giving points. That is one of the two ways to gain friendship. The other is through cut scenes you get by progressing in your relationship and by saying things that make them either like or hate you more.

Anyways, onto the characters, starting with Haley who is the first person you mention. I am married to her which is because I like how her character progresses. As you gain friendship with her, she gets more nice and is open to different things then she was before. For example, she used to throw away her clothes each year but says she donates it now. She is super cute and sweet when she is married to her and it seems as though she is in love. She is kind of like a disney princess as you mention because she likes makeup and is girly. The next you mentioned is Leah who actually lives in a cottage and lives to forage and build for you. Penny is actually the opposite of what you said as she is horrible at baking and teaches the two children in town (and eventually Leo) Jas and Vincent and she also likes to read. Her mother, Pam, is abusive. But I can talk about her in a little bit. Abigail is the most popular person to marry as people like her because she is adventurous and wants to fight in the caves and is in a band with Sam and Sebstain. There is a theory that she is actually the wizard’s daughter because her mom admits to going to his tower and her dad says they do not look similar and the wizard says he thinks he might have a daughter. Abigail is also kind of a meme because if you give her gems she will say, “How did you know that I was hungry?” Basically everyone considers her cool and a meme and she is probably the wizard’s daughter. Emily likes crystals and parrots and dances and all of her cut scenes are basically fever dreams. So she is kind of a psychopath and super excited all of the time. Her and Haley are sisters and do not get along. In earlier versions of Maru, she had really curly hair and a lot of the community, including me, thinks she looks better like that. I also consider her hair to be kind of cool. She likes robotics.

Anyways, the next up is the marriage candidates for the guys. You are totally right that it is so random. Elliot is a writer and he is very attention starved as he writes you poems and is obsessed with you when you date him and writes you a book based on what genre you say you like. Harvey IS a simple man. His favorite gift is coffee so you definitely got that done. He has anxiety and never talks to anyone and tries to be better about that if you date him. So he is chill and kind of a meme because your stuff gets taken if you get knocked out in battle and he charges a thousand gold for repairing you. You were exactly right with Sebastian as he is moody and does not like people and plays video games from 10am to 10pm. Alex is sexist to you if you are a girl and is kind of arrogant about wanting to be a professional football player. So you are completely right. You are wrong about Shane, though, he is actually really mean to you and wants you to not talk to him. Most of his events are about him being suicidal and depressed and an acholicoal. One is where he wants to roll off a cliff and is drunk. Not mafia material. I do agree about his jacket, though, it is kind of cool. Even though it has a J on it which stands for Joja which is a company he works for. Joja is basically the definition of capitalism in this game. Sam is actually friends with Sebastian and Abigail and he wants to be in a band which he is in. They like to play DND and it is a thing in the community that Sam and Sebastain should be dating.

Onto the villagers. Willy is a fisherman and kind of chill so you were sort of wrong but I would definitely want to go on an adventure with him as well so actually I agree, you win. Everyone loves Robin and a lot of people are sad you cannot date her because of Demetris. You were so wrong about Demetris but the way. Robin is actually Sebstain’s mom’s but he is it related to Demetrius. Demetris hates Sebastian but loves Maru and this makes Sebastian really angry. Demeteruis also does not care about Robin who we love. Sandy is my favorite as she is lonely in the desert and really wants to spend time with you and is super confident and sweet. You are right about Pam, also, by the way. She is super abusive and drinks too much beer every night and treats her daughter, Penny, unfairly. She also speaks like she is living in texas. The wizard is kind of weird but he is also cool because of his magic. Krobus is amazing and he is the opinion for the aromantics as you can have him move into your house and he gives you hugs instead of kisses and is amazing. The dwarf hates Krobus because of a war between the dwarfs and the shadow people so he kind of sucks. Krobus is adorable. Jas and Vincent are both kind of weird like no one cares about them. I mean Jas is more interesting because she is related to Shane and Marine and Vincent is interesting because his dad, Kent, has ptsd from fighting in the war. Kent is kind of weird and has a freakout because of popcorn because of his ptsd. Pierre is not like Harvey at all, he steals credit for your crops and only cares about money and nothing else. No one really likes him. Evelyn is the nicest person ever as she makes cookies for you and says you can call her Granny. Everyone likes her so much. Jodi is kind of boring and depressed because she has no freedom and spends her entire life taking care of her kids, Sam and Vincent. Demetris is awful. Linus and Leo go together because they both like nature and are kind of connected to it. Lewis is not. He steals money from the town and uses it to make gold statues of himself. He is dating Marine and refuses to make their relationship public even though no one would care and is toxic. Also, the others you did not mention are Caronline and Clint and George and Gus so I am just going to explain them. Caroline is Pierre’s husband and might be cheating on him so you know… kind of bad… whatever. She is fine I guess, it is weird, no one really cares about her. Clint has a crush on Emily and is super creepy about it and is kind of disgusting and tries to be like a sob story so not thank you. George is super grumpy and rude and is in a wheelchair because of a mining accident. Gus is amazing and kind of knows everything about everyone.

Onto the next section, okay? Grandpa looks blue because he is a ghost who visits you in your third year. I do not like him. It is weird. The governor is actually like you think he is, he has no clue about anything and just wants to visit once a year to literally just eat soup. (I am not kidding, look it up, promise you.) Marlon is actually like you say and he has a crush on Marnie and is a perfect opinion for her. Birdie is part of ginger island and is super sweet and gives you fairy dust and you find something for her to remind her of her husband who died in a tragic accident. It is amazing to do because you get an award and it is just wholesome and kind of sad. Gil does supply items and he is like a moment away from death basically so you are right. Gunther is awesome and yeah, kind of suspicious but great. Okay. That is all of the villagers summarized for you.

Woo boy, you gave me a whole novel!

well, here are some of my thoughts:

Penny isn't necessarily bad at cooking,(from what I know) she just shouldn't experiment. She's also shy and emotionally sensitive

Emily is what I believe people call a "Cristal girl" not necessarily a psychopath, she also seems to have her "head in the clouds" and yeah, positive most of the time.

Ermm... actually☝️🤓 Harvey takes 10% of however much gold you have.

Dang, you kept Alex one short! But yeah, same thing as Hayley but with the ego and the sexism if you're a girl. He also lives with Grany Eveiln and Granpa Jorge because his mother died and the father was presumably abusive

To be fair to ghost grandpa, he's stuck haunting the farm until you can get the perfection statue so he kinda can't move on lmao!

Marlon is also a cool adventurer who will go down in the dangerous mines to get your stuff if you pay him

I wouldn't say Demetrius hates Sebastian, he just has a huge favoritism problem. He's also a very logical thinker from what I can interpret in his dialog

And to be fair to Clint... the Farmer's also kinda a stalker...in more ways than one...

But I'm not here to argue anything, I'm just sharing some thoughts. You have a right to think whatever you want about whatever character

Overall pretty good! 👍

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew #ask

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squarebracket-trickster · 29 days

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OC Recipe Tag

Thank you, @touloserlautrec for tagging me way back in November shhhh

In my defense, I was waiting to do this tag until I got to a particular scene in draft 3 and was forced to research medieval English/French recipes.

Rules: Share a recipe your OC would make, either one passed down to them or one they found all by themselves. Bonus if you have an actual recipe to link! Some OCs can't cook to save their lives, but let's talk about the ones who can! :D

I think I am actually going to share a passage from my WIP instead of just a recipe. I don't think just sharing a recipe alone does justice to explaining how these foods were eaten, why these particular foods on a given day, as well as Isolde's relationship with these dishes.

A few other things to note about this passage:

At the time this particular scene takes place Isolde does not know how to cook a few of these dishes but she will learn later in her life, after the events of the story end.

In this particular scene Isolde did not cook the meal. However, much earlier in the novel it is mentioned that she "is not very familiar with cooking meat" but she manages to do it anyway. We can assume from this that she can cook if she has to, albeit very poorly. She is at least familiar with how cooking works.

Isolde is a princess, raised from birth to marry a king. She will not have done a lot of cooking in her life but she will have a very good understanding of what ingredients are needed for what dish, approximately how long a dish takes to prepare, and she will be familiar with enough the materials required for some processes like marination and fermentation.

Lastly, this passage needs trimming. But that's a draft 4 problem. I should shorten some of these ingredient lists but I really don't want to ahhh

Without further ado:

It’s a fast day so our meal is light and without meat. There are few lakes as high in the hills as Aubemote and though the sea is near enough by horse it is still too far for fish. We fill up instead on rique-menger, a Diac recipe of apples and eggs parboiled in butter, and on pickles of white cabbage, parsley root, carrot, radish, turnip, pears, and currants soaked in a juice of honey, vinegar, mustard, and white wine slopped on a bread trencher. Saffron, cinnamon, ginger, black pepper, anise, fennel, white sugar, and salt garnish our foods – the lord and lady of Aubemote spare no expense on food, just as on their tapestries it seems, even on fast days. After our meal a pageboy brings a plate of breney to our table– hard, unleavened bread dipped in a fruit compote of currants, dates, and pine nuts steeped in red wine, vinegar, mace, and sandalwood. Another refills our cups with clarrey – white wine spiced with cinnamon, galingale, and white pepper. We share the brass cups, two ladies to each, though Lord Aubemote’s wife, of course, has her own. I am not sure which part of the meal takes more courage to eat. The rique-menger and pickles are new to me, as lovely as they are, and leave my tongue with a sour, homesick flavour. These are the dishes I should have to grow accustomed to should I have decided to go through with my marriage. I don’t know if I could ever get used to eating apples and eggs like this. But the breney and clarrey are foods like home, and their taste is all the more bitter for it.

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regallibellbright · 2 months

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I MIGHT have found what you were talking about regarding Kiel. It wasn't a full-blown confession, but I JUST encountered something he'd never said before wherein he heavily implied and/or started to confess. HOWEVER, it was something along the lines of "I know you already have a lover, but I also… Oops, shouldn't say that!" The line was partially voiced (and not with generic voice clips) even! I was so shocked I talked to him again hoping he'd repeat it, but he instead switched to a generic dialogue about magic. And I sadly don't know if that one line was it or if he might have continued on another day, because this triggered on literally the last day of Dylas' marriage event for me, so I immediately married the next day. I doubt Kiel would confess even if he could when you're fully married to someone else.

Do you remember if you were dating someone else when Kiel confessed?

… Holy shit. Yeah, that sounds REALLY familiar and I was dating at least Dylas and Arthur (and I think also Leon?) when that happened. Kiel confessing was ultimately why I went “yeah, okay, I’ll date all the boys, I want to do Arc Three before I get married if I can anyway,” which is why it left such a firm impression on me as A Thing That Happened. (I also am pretty sure Doug had dialogue at least indicating a crush before I did anything - I semi-think I remember he confessed first as well, but it’s nowhere near as clear to me as Kiel’s since he was the last boy to be added what with the “can’t pass a certain point until Arc Two’s done,” so I’m not sure.)

I had also gotten Kiel’s mini-event(s?) before that point (the ones that don’t span multiple days) - those, at least, have some firm evidence of existing in that Houcha’s Youtube compilations of the different love interests’ events all include at least one mini event. More of them than not have two… but not Kiel or Doug, and I could swear I saw two for both of them. (I think Doug had one taking place in the store in addition to the one on the stairs? I can’t remember a second for Kiel in detail but I feel like there was one. I definitely got the color compatibility quiz, though, and it HAS been a decade. But if I checked Youtube more thoroughly at some time that’s not 4 AM I wouldn’t be shocked if I do find second mini-events for the others.)

Seriously, up until last year I assumed this was a totally normal part of gameplay that just didn’t happen to be on any of the Youtube compilations, and I’d ultimately restarted the game at least once pre-Special hoping to see what Arthur’s would be (since his whole complex about love made me figure a reverse confession would play our VERY differently than the usual.) I figured those mini-events were probably prerequisites (and that’d explain the rarity, since they’re not required for marriage, not formal Events and therefore not really talked about, but are still subject to the wonky event RNG, and by the time you activate them both and presumably get a love interest at high enough LP they’d want to confess to you, you’d probably confessed already. Pretty sure Kiel’s LP was at least a 9 or 10.) And then I never got this after my first playthrough despite getting mini-events, even if I didn’t get quite as far in on them, so when I brought it up and the universal reaction was “… do you not mean reverse proposals?” and bafflement at my belief this was a thing, I wondered if it wasn’t a glitch.

But I’d also wondered, once I realized just how rare this clearly had to be, if maybe they only happen once you’re dating at least one other person. I figured “more than one” seemed more likely, at that, since it’d be another thing that would seriously reduce the number of players who’d ever experience this and therefore make it more plausible no one else seemed to recognize it. (And if it already requires you to date one person, the devs probably assumed you’d be more receptive to the idea of dating another if they’re at least the third, rather than the second.) Maybe it really is necessary. At least for Kiel, and I’m way more certain it happened with him than Doug. Definitely something to test for now that I’m replaying.

Thank you for this information! Seriously I had all but convinced myself I’d imagined everything. (And if the line’s voiced, I should definitely try and record things going forward like I was originally playing.)

#rune factory #rune factory 4 #rf4 reverse confessions #I know the game script’s been dumped somewhere and at some point I should check it out #since that would be the easiest way to tell if these really do EXIST #but I haven’t gotten around to it in part because I convinced myself ‘okay so this was a glitch I guess’#‘and the more interesting thing will be replicating it because I KNOW THIS HAPPENED ONCE’#but. wow. signs I maybe WASN’T misremembering all along.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 9 months

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Could you possibly write a Michael x Tessa story where they are a married couple wanting to have a threesome with Y/N?

A/N: *Disclaimer* I don't typically write shipping two actual people especially if they're friends irl because my thinking is if they ever see it, it could be awkward for them. However! I feel like Mike and Tessa would be fine since they're on-screen love interests anyway. So, moving on!

After years of being close friends and working together on camera, Mike and Tessa decided to give it a real shot. The chemistry was there, the attraction was there, the love was there, so why not try? It's not like they'd stop being friends if things didn't work out.

At first, to Tessa, it felt like making out with her brother. She had to learn to blend feelings she'd compartmentalized and lean into those sexual thoughts. Mike, on the other hand, was easy. The same day they'd agreed, he was ready to jump her bones.

The familial barrier that still existed between them took patience, consistency, and getting to know each other in a new way to overcome. Then, one day, it broke. After dating in private, Tessa decided to tap his thigh, indicating her desire to escalate. They were at an event, but that tap meant that he should get his ass up and follow her to a private place so that they could fool around. She was private but bold. To her pleasure, he was becoming the same way.

It took an entire two years of dating and a private marriage for the both of them to go public about their relationship. Life became easier with no need to hide. However, Mike's Instagram liking never ended. He still had roaming eyes as well as urges that Tessa wasn't blind to. Tessa had eyes as well, and Mike's tastes weren't always bad. Also, if she were honest, having sex with Mike day in and day out was a little boring. There was no variety.

Many couples would split at this point. Some would would develop disdain. Mike and Tessa weren't the type. They had an honest conversation. Mike wanted a hall pass. He wanted agency to sleep with other women, explaining that it was purely sexual. Still, he wouldn't step out without her permission. Tessa wanted freedom as well. She wanted to date other people, have sex with other people, and connect with other people. Mike was only one man.

It was agreed. They'd remain married but open the relationship. That way, they'd both be happy. That was when they met you. You were an extra on the Creed 5 movie set, but Tessa gravitated first.

You were excited to speak to her. Her personality matched your expectations. She is calm and relaxed, bold and verbal, quirky and interesting, down to earth, and majorly gorgeous. She seemed so kitchy, posh, and in control. You could see yourself getting drinks together, hunting through an old country shop, or getting massages.

It was after you connected with Tessa that Mike approached you. He'd never done that before. He was never rude, just focused. Suddenly, he was starting a conversation and interested in kicking it on set. You were amazed that both of them would actually enjoy your conversation.

Then it escalated. You were asked if you'd like to join the two of them at an easy-going first-time viewing of one of Tessa's projects. Of course, you jumped at the opportunity. You attended, and you watched, giving an honest review. Tessa smiled, flattered.

"Hey, you should hang out with us a little longer," she suggested. Her seductive qualities were subtle. You didn't know if she intended to give you that vibe, but you were very much interested either way. You knew Tessa was queer. You knew you too were queer. You knew you were attracted to her. If she wanted you to stick around, you would. You followed her small flirtatious cues all the way to one of their homes. It was only you, Tessa, and Michael, and Tessa was giving you signs.

Her speech became less cryptic and more forward. She began to ask you questions regarding your sexuality, your sexual interests, and your availability to engage in sexual activity. You were single as far as she was concerned, and Tessa-sexual, willing to blow her mind further than Mike did or was ever was capable of doing. It only took her unbutttoning her designer blouse and turning her back to you, removing and dramatically dropping her bra as she climbed the stairs, holding an arm across her boobs. You followed her up and sat on the boho-themed white bedding, removing your own clothes in a slow tease.

You were pleased to find Tessa's eyes on your body through each move. To know that you could seduce her with your eyes, your curling fingers, your curves, and your slow movements... you were drunk on your own feminine power and luring her in.

Under cover, your bodies tangled and tribbed on the cool white sheets. They were so comfortable, and Tessa's skin was soft, smelling amazing. Her hair smelled amazing. She was simply a joy. You rocked with her knee between your thighs, her coochie on your leg. She was hairless except for a small close-cut designer patch. You looked at it for so long that you had to eat it.

That's when Michael came up before you anticipated. You stopped immediately. You'd all but forgotten that he may discover the two of you and fire you. Honestly, you didn't care. You were in bed with Tessa! Tessa didn't seem as surprised when Michael entered the room. They began small talk and Michael sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh," Tessa smiled, looking at your confused face. "We have an arrangement."

It didn't take much for you to understand that they did this type of thing often. You could sort of tell by her lack of reaction. Still, she looked hesitant to ask you something. You looked to Mike. He was waiting for her to ask. You could guess what it was from the context.

Moving the white blanket from the two of your bodies, you bared yourself in silent invitation. Mike pulled off his shirt and stripped down layer by layer, showing off every muscle gain. He also had condoms galore. He was Donnie in the flesh, sexy, and you felt wonderful being in the mix of a Donnie and Bianca love scene. He started on his wife while you watched them kiss up close, Tessa's hand still making contact with you. He rolled over to give you room to follow up. Suddenly, Tessa was a bit more aggressive in her lust while Mike watched.

He found his way in, pulling his wife's hips, seeking a warm and wet hole. He wasn't disappointed. You straddled Tessa to kiss Mike, getting a shot of the power in this lips on yours and on your body. You'd always wondered what it would feel like. When he slid out of Tessa, you were positioned to delight in a taste, sucking him liberally. Of course, he just had to taste his wife from your lips.

You changed position, face to face, in a passionate liplock with Tessa as Mike switched back and forth, digging out his wife, then you with a nice sized dick. Every time he pulled out, you felt the emptiness, but he'd come back 15 seconds later to finish the job.

It was a good time and you'd enjoyed it. Mike left the room after a strong orgasm to take a shower. You took one after him and redressed with a driver to take you home. It was pleasant, and they didn't switch up once the night was over, which really impressed you. The three of you continued to casually interact once they saw that you could be private and respectful of what you all did in private. It was no one else's business if you had a threesome. At the end of the day, you were just three normal people.

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damagedintellect · 1 year

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Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Fake it till you make it: Chapter 4 💌

Summary: To avoid an arranged marriage set up by Doflamingo, Law needs to bring home a girlfriend during the Christmas break and you just so happen to be a theatre major in the same dorm at One Piece University. What could possibly go wrong?

Tropes: College AU, Fake Dating, Idiots in love, [Later chapters have🍋]

💌 Word count: 4,120 💌 <= Previous Chapter | Next Chapter =>

The next few days were rather weird but not because of your interactions with Law. The preparations for the Gala seemed to steal you away from him as the girl's decided to have a spa day to which you were given no choice in the matter. They even forced you to get your nails done. Something simple but elegant to match the ensemble Doffy prepared. They tried to stay away from Law as a topic as much as possible especially after the bedroom incident. They did give you a few childhood stories, mostly of him being a menace. Apparently the little shit used to catch and dissect frogs all the time and much to everyone's dismay he had a jar of little frog hearts. No one bothered to ask why he collected the tiny hearts; they just assumed it was psychopath behavior. Oddly enough they were half expecting their brother to be a serial killer. Law has an interesting family.

When you finally saw Law he too was exhausted with being physically nitpicked to have any real creative banter about the frog thing. He was used to the prospect of having a family that was often in the public eye but this is why he typically skips out on these events. Too much fuss in advance for maybe an hour or two of networking in a field profession he didn't choose. Not to mention Doflamingo breathing down his neck or monitoring his every move from a far. The surgeon was used to endurance stamina days but it didn't mean he wasn't going to complain about it. You both pretty much passed out after recounting your days to each other.

The next day Law woke you up a little earlier than you would have liked. He said something about if the two of you left before everyone was awake you could avoid a repeat of the day prior. You didn't question it, just got dressed and went out. Stopping at a Café for breakfast you noticed a flyer for a one day carnival. It was on the other side of town but you shrugged, you guys had nothing better to do anyway. The walk was nice and quiet. It wasn't uncomfortable but that was probably because you were still half asleep. You closed your eyes leaning on Law. He didn't say anything nor did he try to disturb you. He just kept walking like this was a common occurrence between you two.

You snapped awake when Law’s phone rang. Luckily there was a bench looking out over the now frozen lake. Law frowned but answered the phone. It was Corazon wondering where you guys were. He didn't say much past that as you both sat on the bench. Law wanted to enjoy the peace while he could.

Looking out at the lake there were groups of kids and teens who were playing on the ice. You watched as they all skated, having a good time. Ice skating would have been a fun thing to do. You sigh "Too bad we don't have skates, I haven’t done it in years." Law only nods before pulling out his phone again pointing to a small building across the lake. "That's a rental place if you really want to. It's not a bad way to kill time." He got up and stretched "I think I was around thirteen? The last time I skated here." Your eyes lit up as you walked over to the rental place. You couldn’t help the skip in your step as you approached the building. Law paid for the skates and you put your stuff in one of the provided lockers as you hastily put the skates on and made your way to the ice.

You always liked skating. It felt like you were flying as you glided across the ice. By the time Law caught up to you, you were skating circles around him, the mussel memory kicking in. You never learned how to do any tricks but you wish you did. A few feet away from where you were you could hear the kids cheering loudly. It seems like they were racing with the older teens. Law seemed to pick up what you were going to ask. “Let me guess you want to race.” you nodded skating up to his side as he smirked at you "You're going to lose you know."

"Wow, that confident?"

He gestured to himself "There are very few advantages of being tall but in this instance it gives me a big advantage. Did you know height is negatively correlated with longevity?”

You laughed at him “Oof, that's rough but not as rough as you losing this race." You took your stance waiting on Law. "Oh, then how about a bet? If I win you have to," he thought for a moment then frowned. He wanted to say a lot of things but he's not that bold and he'd run the risk of being found out but knowing you, not a lot of things would make you uncomfortable or embarrassed. In the end He's not that clever and he'd rather be safe than sorry. "Buy lunch."

You couldn’t help but laugh "Really? That's the best you could come up with?"

"No, but you're too much of a wild card it makes it harder to think of something you wouldn't just do on your own accord." He shrugged. You guess that's true. You were already acting as his girlfriend and while you know he does have a sadistic streak it would probably be more effort than it was worth. Again one of the many perks about being in theater is your carefree chaotic neutral energy. "Well then If I win you have to give me back Lil Law."

"Deal." Law smirked knowingly.

To no one's surprise Law won the race but you did give him a run for his money. Lil Law will have to stay imprisoned for the time being but you swore that you'd bring him home even if it was the last thing you do. Law was not impressed by your speech. He only rolled his eyes skating beside you. When he wasn't looking you took some pictures to send to Corazon and the guys back home. Surprisingly Law's usual frown was gone as he glided on the ice. Although once he noticed you taking pictures it plastered itself right back on his face. You picked up something fast and easy for lunch since there was going to be a lot of street food at the festival. Law teased you saying that the real reason was because you didn't have enough money to pay for a proper lunch. The sad fact of the matter was he wasn't exactly wrong. Buying everyone presents wasn't something you accounted for in your budget but that was okay you'd just have Law pay you back ten fold. You snickered as you started making your way over to the festival.

On the way you noticed that you were once again holding hands. You're not sure who initiated it either; it just felt right especially with the large crowds surrounding the two of you. At the entrance there was an ice sculpting contest not to mention there were plenty of carnival games, food stalls and live entertainment at the heart of it all. It was still light out but you could also see people setting up winter illuminations. You'd definitely have to circle back around to see the finished displays, maybe even get a few pictures. If Law would let you. You were walking around like a kid in a candy store bouncing from booth to booth trying to figure out what you wanted to do first when it occurred to you that your hand was empty. How long had it been empty for?

You lost Law. Sure you had your phone on you and he was only a phone call away but Law would have already done that by now if he noticed your absence. Which means that it's likely he hasn't noticed your disappearance. You tried to retrace your steps but you have no idea when you lost him and since you were on the shorter side you couldn't always see past the crowd. You weren’t worried per se you were both adults you were more interested in what could have captured the surgeon's attention. That's when you saw a familiar hat in the distance. Bingo. Making your way through the crowd you noticed he had quite the audience. You wondered what kind of a stall it was as you pushed your way to the front of the crowd.

Law was very gingerly yet very swiftly working on several extremely intricate katanuki's. It was similar to dalgona but flakier and more fragile. It seems he started amassing a crowd because he completed such a large amount in a short amount of time impressing a lot of the old timers who were passing by. You snapped a photo to send to Corazon. Even the booth owner was shocked with Law's tedious work and progress. You giggled to yourself knowing this was probably the most relaxed he's been since arriving to Dressrosa. This was the closest he could probably get to the surgery simulators back on campus. You know Law had an ungodly amount of hours logged into them. This probably scratched that same itch. You marveled at his work as you sat next to him. He was too enthralled with the candy in front of him to pay you any mind. You smiled at him as he finished his last one. He looked proud as the booth owner handed him a set of matching keychains. You could get used to seeing that smile.

"Looks like someone's having fun." You giggled as he rolled his eyes. He wasn’t denying it. “Here take this.” He handed you one of the keychains and you quirked an eyebrow "What it’s not like I need two of them. I only wanted the one." You hummed “Fair enough.” As you left the stall looking for the next game to play you attached it to your phone. You were surprised that after completing several candy cut outs he only got two keychains but it’s not like you were paying attention to what the other prizes were.

As you were walking around you picked up some snacks checking out more of the game booths. You scanned the area for any game that you knew for a fact you could win. You had always been pretty good at the milk jugs, knocking them down was easy. Although there wasn’t really a prize that you wanted so you ended up handing it off to some kid who was passing by. Originally you tried to give it to Law but he glared at you shaking his head but that only made you laugh “I will win you something by the end of the night and you’re going to like it or so help me I’ll-” You were cut off as some kids ran past you pushing you away from Law’s side. You were about to trip when Law pulled you back upright with a little too much force and you ended up falling into him instead “Are you okay?” Law looked you over with genuine concern.

That caught you off guard. You were still a little flustered but you managed to stutter out a “Y-yeah I’m fine.” He was still holding on to your shoulder when some people in happi coats approached you about their booth.

“We have the perfect event for both of you if you would like to try our love trial!” The group was ushering you around their stall before you could say anything about refusing “Test the strength of your relationship! Just follow the course and clear the designated challenges, if you manage to succeed you can win a prize of your choice. However, fail a trial and you get eliminated!” They motioned to the wall of potential prizes “The only rule is that you can’t let go of your partner's hands for any reason!” A little cheesy but it sounded like fun even though you know Law would never want to partake in something like this. You turned to look at the surgeon but were shocked to see him deep in thought. Upon following his line of sight you get deja vu as you see a signed limited edition copy of “Sora Warrior of the Sea” you tried not to laugh as he turned to you with a gravely serious expression. You did promise Law that you would win him something by the end of the night.

He chuckled as he cracked his knuckles “(Y/N)-ya, you better not slow me down." He smirked at you as you scoffed "As if, I'm already way ahead of you." You grabbed his hand again, turning back to one of the coordinators "Where do we start!" You were handed a time card to keep track of your progress by getting stamps at each checkpoint as well as a strip of paper that had the first clue. You had 10 minutes to decipher the riddle,

"At the end of the year, I still want you around, by eating the dish the answer is found."

The answer would lead you to the location as well as hint to your first challenge. Unsurprisingly it took less than a minute for Law to figure it out. "The word soba can translate to around, near or beside. It's also a tradition to eat Soba for the new year." He looked at one of the hosts for confirmation and he was given a thumbs up. "Ah so we're probably feeding each other soba." You pulled Law in the direction you vaguely recalled seeing a soba stall. "I think I saw a soba stall this way when I lost you earlier." He nodded, rushing you to meet his pace. You tried to stifle your laughter. As much as Law is a brooding know it all deep down he's still a huge dork. You made great time and just as predicted your challenge was to finish an extra large portion of toshikoshi soba. The only caveat was like a lovey dovey couple you had to feed each other. Unfortunately you were using your dominant hand to hold Law’s but it turns out that didn’t matter much because Law was ambidextrous. You helped him pull apart the chopsticks.

"How fast can you eat soba?" Law asked as you laughed at his question "Oh trust me any broke college student can inhale noodles." The bowl was brought out and you were glad you ate a relatively light lunch. The hot soba looked delicious but it was hard to gauge just how hot it would be since it was cold outside. The steam that billowed off the bowl was misleading. You nodded for the games facilitator to start the clock. You mentally prepared yourself for how hot you thought the fresh noodles would be but we're taken aback when Law actually blew on the noodles before giving it to you. You took a moment to stare at him but he just looked confused at why you were shocked.

"Oi (Y/N)-ya, we're being timed you know."

You snapped out of your haze "You're the one being distracting." You slurped down the noodles as fast as possible as Law peered at you with a knowing smirk. "Why because I blew on the noodles? They're hot. I'm sure you would have done the same." You continued eating what Law fed you. You probably would blow on it had this gone the other way around but it's funnier to say otherwise. "Oh I wouldn't even have thought about it. I would have just shoveled it straight into your mouth no questions asked and then say how bad do you want that book." You almost choked on the noodles while laughing at your own remark. Law grimaced even though he could tell it was mostly a joke "How cruel." You both focused on finishing the task as fast as possible and to no surprise you completed the first challenge. The next riddle was,

"Love remains in the heart of the cards, a fast paced game in which you try to discard."

You didn't know whether to laugh or be disappointed "They really did just rhyme card with card. I guess we're playing speed?" Law shrugged but agreed they could have tried better with the clue but you guess part of the challenges were to be misleading enough to get people eliminated. It wasn’t that hard to find the stall. The only other station that had a card theme was a fortune teller booth. With your combined brain power you felt sorry for the poor sucker you were playing against. Everyone at the booth cheered for your match because of how intense it was. Speed was a game you used to play with your mom all the time. Law pretty much held the cards for you for most of it because you moved so fast. "Impressive, I take it you played this a lot as a kid?"

You smiled at the bittersweet memory "It was one of the few things my mom could do when she was admitted to the hospital." Law hummed not wanting to pry any more than he already had. It was only natural to think of your family since you had been around Law’s this whole week but it didn’t make it any easier. Luckily the instructor gave you the next riddle to break you out of your thoughts.

"The ball's in your court on a smaller scale, keep working together and you will prevail."

“I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I’m sometimes the hardest to express, but the easiest to ignore. I can be given to many, or just one. What am I?”

Law scoffed at this one "Table tennis? What kind of trials are these." You laughed, he had a good point. Other than the first challenge these didn't really have anything to do with love but hey you weren't complaining. You were having fun and it was easy. It assured you that you would win Law his damn comic. As you were trying to locate the next booth, Law squeezed your hand to signal he found it. You were so comfortable you almost forgot you were still holding hands. When you settled into the challenge it didn't last very long. It turns out you're actually cracked at ping pong. You didn't mean for it to happen but on the first return you won the game because you couldn't control your own strength. Everyone was left dumbfounded while you stared at your hand. It really shouldn't have been that easy.

"Love is bold so you must be brave, go back to the start for time you'll save. A few more riddles to solve then done, anymore said and it'll ruin the fun"

The last clue was cryptic but you guys got the gist. On your way back you thought about how weird the hint was. The word bold was ironically bolded. You don’t know if this was a printer mistake or on purpose. As you and Law approached the original booth again people applauded you both for making it this far. Law didn’t seem amused as he took the card with the final riddles rolling his eyes as he showed it to you.

You tried not to laugh as the grimace made its way back to Law’s face. "I resend my earlier statement about the trials. I preferred when they had nothing to do with love." On the table there was an array of stamps and stickers, some with words and others with symbols to put on the card. Probably to make it easier to narrow down the answers or to throw people off who knows. You found a stamp that said "Love" and put that as the answer. "Aw come on sure it's a little cheesy but I think it’s kinda cute." You smiled as Law started on the next one.

“I am not a cruise sailing on the sea, but a beautiful thing where you want to be. What am I?”

He scoffed "Still cheesy does not mean good. Look for one that says relationship will ya." You helped Law shuffle through the box to find a sticker to put on the card. You only had two more to go and you were making great time.

“I can break, I can be clogged, I can be attacked, I can be given, I can be kept, I can be crushed, yet I can be whole all at the same time. What am I?”

You rummage through the box again "Easy, this one is heart." Law helped you uncapped the stamp. There was only one riddle left and then that book was his.

“Useless for one, but absolute bliss to two. The small boy gets it for free, the young man has to seek permission for it. The old man has to buy it. It’s a baby’s right and a lover’s privilege. What am I?”

You snickered "I know this is not the answer but boobs would also fit here." Law sighed in disappointment "Are you proud of yourself?" You smiled replying immediately "Immensely" Law shuffled through the box "You really shouldn't be." He pulled out a sticker that said "kiss" and you realized just how stupid you were. Although something didn't add up to you. Why was the word "one" bolded? Actually, come to think of it, there were other letters bolded across the whole form. Law flagged down one of the attendees to check your answers. They nodded at the form yet when they looked back at you they only said "Looking good, you almost have it." Law was confused; he was sure you guys had answered them all correctly. Maybe you accidentally put the wrong sticker somewhere else?

It started to piece together in your head as you noted down the bolded letters mentally "d, o, t, h, e, l, a, s, t, o, n, e?" Suddenly it clicked for you "do the last one." Your eyes snapped to Law who was still trying to figure out what was wrong. You didn't even hesitate using your free hand to turn his face towards you. He could barely get out the "(Y/N)-ya?" Before you cut him off.

Around you some of the event organizers popped some confetti poppers shouting "Congratulations, you passed!" A mixture of cheers and applause filled your ears as you pulled away. "What a power couple! You guys have the fastest time by far!" Bewildered Law stared at you mystified at what just happened. You gave him a cheeky grin as you pointed out your ingenious discovery "The bolded letters spell out "Do the last one." It wasn’t just a printer mistake." He stared back in awe as a soft smile graced his lips.

Law’s thoughts were muddled the rest of the night. His mind garbled with the obscure circumstances. He remembered being handed the book and taking pictures with you for the event organizers social media page. Although outside of that he wasn’t too sure how he was laying in his bed with you already fast asleep. Law shifted to look at you, the day had been exceptionally favorable for his previous stated testing. Who would have thought that throughout the entirety of the love trials Law could feel himself falling but it didn’t scare him. It didn't feel forced or overwhelming either; it felt so natural with you by his side. Without question you come across as a power couple. Normally he felt pressed to make these long convoluted plans that he controlled every variable to, but in this case he didn't feel the need.

Law chuckled to himself, you really were good at your job. He feels like a fool having developed these feelings towards you and while he had self control he most certainly didn't need it anymore. There were only so many days left before things returned to some sort of normalcy. He might as well take advantage of the time he has. Even if his brain wants to think rationally about the pitfalls and what if's, he feels content having rubbed it in Doflamingo's face. At the end of the day he achieved his main goal. If he were to face rejection it would benefit him to get it out of the way as soon as possible but that was a predicament for another time. For now he closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.

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Valentine's Week Fluff Day Two: Spy/Soldier - Valentine's Day

Day two of @dontneedadispenser Valentine's event.

The saying went ‘all was fair in love and war’ or something like that, implying that they were similar. The problem was, Soldier knew war and was good at it, but how was he supposed to navigate love? The goal of war was to win but how did one win at love? Have those feelings be reciprocated? Go on a date with the loved person? Marriage? None of those felt right. What did he know though? He was a soldier, good at war and love was not war no matter what any silly hippie saying wanted to claim.

Normally he would talk about matters of intellect and/or emotion with Spy. He was good at those things and could often explain them in a way that made at least a little bit of sense to Soldier. But how was he supposed to ask Spy the best way to fulfill his desire to make Spy his Valentine without blundering it? It simply didn’t seem possible as Spy would likely figure out his intent if he were to try to lie and say he was thinking of asking someone else to be his Valentine; Spy was smart like that. And Soldier didn’t like to lie to his allies anyway, it was un-American. So… what should he do? Well there was one other person on base who claimed to be good at romance and he just so happened to be related to Spy so he was probably Soldier’s best bet.

Finding an opportunity to talk to Scout proved to be difficult as he for some reason didn’t have a proper daily routine – how did he live his life so? – and often was with others when Soldier did find him, making a private conversation impossible. But finally, after a pointer from Demo, Soldier changed his morning patrol – an uncomfortable change but with Valentine’s day less than a week away, it had to be done – so he could wait by the base’s doors for when Scout came out for his morning run.

Scout not having a set time for this meant he had a wait for a while but Scout did eventually come out. He paused at the sight of Soldier standing by the door. “Uh, hey pal, you need something?”

If he weren’t already standing at attention, Soldier would’ve shifted to do so. “Yes. I wish to court Spy. Specifically I wish to ask him to be my Valentine this upcoming Valentine’s day. I however do not know how to do this.”

“So… you’re asking me?”

“Yes, private, I am asking you. Why else would I have sought you out?”

“Uh… yeah but why would I know how to help you with that?”

“Because I have heard you claim to be good at romance and he is your father and thus presumably you would know. If you do not however, I guess I will just have to figure out how to do it by myself.” Soldier turned to leave but before he could take more than a step though, Scout ran around to intercept him.

“Nah, nah, I can totally help. I am an expert when it comes to romance, trust me. And my dad, yeah, I totally know what you should say when asking him to be your Valentine or whatever.”

“Very well then. I’m listening.”

“All right. First, you need a bucket of chicken…”

Valentine’s Day

Finding a live chicken to put in a bucket had been the hardest part and didn’t seem to make much sense. At first he’d thought that Scout had meant a bucket of fried chicken but that couldn’t possibly be correct as Spy had expressed distaste for eating fried foods and specifically fried chicken in the past. Grilled chicken had been his next thought but again, Soldier had never seen him eat any even when it had been available. A gift of food he did not like wouldn’t make sense and thus that left only a live chicken in a bucket.

Maybe Spy wanted a chicken as a pet? Soldier could understand that, the hen he’d finally managed to acquire was quite pretty. She did not like the bucket much though and he had almost no choice but to put a lid – with air holes – on it to make her stay. After double checking to make sure it was secure, he lifted up the bucket and started for Spy’s room.

As usual, it took Spy a few seconds to answer upon knocking, but it never took too long. “Ah, greetings, Soldier. It’s always a pleasure. Come on in, I suppose.” He stepped back and Soldier followed him in.

Spy’s room was quite big, certainly more than big enough to house a pet or two. So that had to be what the chicken was for. Especially since Spy didn’t currently have any pets, making so that it must get lonely in here at night. In that case, it was quite thoughtful of Scout to suggest getting him an animal companion.

Before getting to that though… once the door was closed, Soldier straightened himself as he turned to face Spy. “Hello, cupcake!” Scout had insisted he call Spy a French nickname here but Soldier liked ‘cupcake’ better. “Va te faire foutre*.” No doubt he’d pronounced that wrong. Scout had insisted it was a very nice flirty thing to say though and thus he had to say it to Spy here so hopefully it had at least still been understandable. “Will you be my Valentine?” He lifted the bucket, holding it towards Spy.

Spy didn’t take it though. He took a sharp step back instead.

Had Soldier done or said something wrong? Perhaps he’d mispronounced the French so bad he’d accidentally said something offensive. That was French’s fault for being such a nonsensical language… but still Soldier had tried so hard. He’d wanted this to go right so badly.

“Why would you… wait no. Scout put you up to this, didn’t he?” Spy sounded almost angry. Though it was always hard to tell with him. Not that it was ever easy with anyone but always harder with Spy. Perhaps because Soldier wanted him to like him so bad.

“Correct. I asked him for help on what to say.” Soldier pulled the bucket back towards himself hugging it.

“You asked him for… oh. You are serious in your Valentine’s request?”

“Yes, sir. Did I do something wrong?” He wanted to deflate but would not let himself. He could handle defeat even in the pursuit of love. … Perhaps he should’ve stuck solely to war though, it was what he was good at.

“Y-- no, no you did nothing wrong.” Spy stepped closer to put a hand on Soldier’s shoulder. “I would love to be your Valentine.”

“Really?” Soldier almost couldn’t believe it. He’d been so sure he’d done or said something wrong.

“Really. Word of advice though, in the future, don’t ask for Scout’s help in such matters.”

“Why not?”

“Let’s just say he is not the most reliable of people. By the way, what’s in the bucket? It’s a gift, I assume?”

Soldier stepped back so he could pull the lid off the bucket. “A chicken.” He titled it, allowing said chicken to jump down to the floor. She ran a short distance away before stopping to shake out her feather and start preening herself. She really was a pretty chicken.

Spy looked to be admiring her too. “And why did you bring me a bucket with a chicken in it when asking me out?”

“Scout told me to.”

“He specified a live chicken?”

“No. He could not have meant anything else though because you do not like to eat chicken. Perhaps that is because you want one as a pet.” That made sense actually because Soldier would not want to eat raccoon meat after owning them as pets for so long. “I made sure to get one that will lay eggs too. So you will have free eggs from here on out.”

“I suppose I will. Thanks… I think.”

“You are very welcome! But… now that you are my Valentine, what are we supposed to do next?” Soldier had never really considered what would happen if he got this far.

“We go on a date. I assume you did not make reservations anywhere, correct?”

“Correct.” A date did sound nice though.

“That is fine. I can handle that part.” Naturally, Spy was better at these types of things. Hopefully he would be willing to teach Soldier some now too.

*This means 'go fuck yourself'.

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #dnadvalentines2023 #dnadteamfluff23 #Spy/Soldier #freedom fries #fluff

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Don’t Run - 2

tags: mobsters, dark themes, bad childhood, arranged marriage, reference to past violence, reference to past murder

DON’T RUN - TWO

At least, even if Adi didn’t think this arranged marriage bullshit was amusing, the rest of his siblings were having a great time with it.

Evan complained about how they hadn’t done a bachelor party.

Wes suggested they do one anyway, since they were officially signing papers tonight but not having the swanky get together for a couple weeks.

Grace pointed out that that would just be cheating, since he would technically be married tonight.

Grayson countered with the fact that this wasn’t the sort of marriage where cheating was off the table…

It definitely was not.

Adi was not going to fuck a Morgan. She’d probably bite, and he’d get rabies or something.

They toasted him for taking the bullet and bringing peace to the lands. It was all heavily sarcastic, but they drank to it.

“Aside from the part where we’re making Adi marry a Morgan,” Grace said cheerfully, flashing her brother a smile. “It’s nice getting together at the house when everyone has to behave.”

Adi smiled back. “The night is young. They don’t usually get bad until we’re at the table.”

“I’m sure they’ll hold it together until the other guns leave,” Rosey said, like that was a totally normal thing to say.

The guest list tonight was only the nearest circle—the ones comfortable with the extra guards and thugs hanging out around the house tonight.

Their youngest sister hadn’t been invited tonight. Emily was still in high school and her mom had had the good sense not to marry Harmon. But Emily’s brother Wesley was there. He wasn’t related by blood or marriage, but he had been a kid when they were growing up and been folded into the family.

They’d invited cousins, friends, and business associates to the actual party in a couple weeks. Adi wasn’t sure that the reality of it had struck home yet. It just felt like another function they had to go to—some charity event to assuage guilt or rub elbows with people that liked to pretend the Ellises were good clean businesspeople. It wasn’t like they were ever going to walk down an aisle or speak vows. There would be no bouquet tossing or first dance. In fact, he had no intention of dancing with this woman at all, ever. He was going to survive her long enough to figure out what she was up to and then find a way to get rid of her.

Maybe he’d dance at his next wedding… Maybe he could talk Ezra into being his date to this one?

He really was his father’s copy, wasn’t he? Would he have a catalogue of exes like his father by the time he was old?

Stephanie called from the dining room and the siblings dispersed, either to help or to avoid, until only Adi and Grayson remained. They were the eldest siblings, separated by three years and two mothers.

There had never been any animosity between them, probably because Grayson had always loved him, even from the start, even when he was the new baby from the new wife taking his room in the main house. Adi wasn’t sure it would have gone as smoothly if their ages had been the other way around. He had only been generous and kind when it was his turn to move out because he was trying to be like Grayson.

But that was a long time ago. None of them lived in the main house with their parents anymore.

Grayson had worn a suit tonight. He usually didn’t, not even when Harmon told him to, not even when he attended formal events. And no one could really tell him to leave because he was Grayson Ellis, not even when he was in ripped jeans and t-shirts. Adi realized for the first time that his brother was wearing all black and wondered if this was what Grayson would look like at his funeral. He smiled and tugged at his brother’s jacket, straightening it a little. Grayson let him, because Adi liked things in order.

“Do you want to run?” Grayson asked, voice low and mouth curved in an almost-smile, but he wasn’t joking and Adi knew it. “Do you want me to wreck this?”

Adi exhaled, staring at the other man’s collar, where tattoos rose up one side of his neck in a wave of ink that no clothing could hide. It was tempting to take him up on the offer. If Adi gave the word—if he just nodded—he knew Grayson would bring this show to a stop. He would never say it had anything to do with Adi. Adi could even pretend to be mad at him about it. Grayson would start a war with the Morgans if Adi just nodded.

“No, I think I can handle one woman.”

Grayson snorted. “Don’t underestimate people.”

Knuckles tapped at the door before it pushed in. Molly, his brother’s…whatever the hell they were to each other, leaned against the frame. She had not been tamed into formal wear, but her jeans were black and without any holes. Adi thought that was sort of impressive. Molly was a thug, though where she’d come from was a mystery. Grayson had brought her home four years ago and there she’d been at his side ever since.

She didn’t work for the family. She didn’t answer to Harmon. In fact, Harmon Ellis almost never looked at or spoke to Molly Hallow, despite her constant presence in their lives. Stephanie, Grace, and Evan had all tried pushing her out at one point or another, but Grayson wouldn’t have it. She was his friend. Whatever that meant for them, Adi had decided it was important.

Four years later and no great tragedy had befallen them—no more than usual anyway, and certainly nothing done by her hand. As far as he was concerned, if Grayson wanted Molly in the family, then she was.

“Your bride is here,” Molly said.

Adi winced but nodded, starting toward the door. Molly didn’t move, attention already on Grayson. She always had an ease about her, leaning and comfortable, like no one in the room was ever a threat to her. He hadn’t figured out yet if she really believed that or if Molly was just that good of a liar. Adi stopped beside her, tipping his head and running his gaze over her leather jacket. “Mol… Did you wear your fancy jacket for me?”

She turned her head and looked straight at him. There wasn’t an ounce of fear, contempt, or envy in those eyes, and Adi imagined he knew exactly why his brother wanted Molly around. “I wore it for your wife.” She flicked her own collar and grinned, straining the scar in her lip. “I’ve never kissed a Morgan.”

Grayson laughed, the sound big and honest.

That was another reason Adi trusted Molly. Grayson only ever laughed like that for the two of them. Adi smiled. “Good luck,” he said, and he meant it.

The car pulled onto an estate and up a long driveway to a house. Her brother and cousins got out of a car ahead of theirs with more muscle and guns exiting the car behind them.

The doors to the Ellis house opened and it seemed they were just as prepared for things to go sideways.

So much for peace.

The next hour of her life went by in a strange haze.

They were welcomed inside. Everyone wore tight smiles and held themselves like this might break any second, like each one was counting off the number of offenses and deaths between their two families over the generations.

Her aunt and Harmon Ellis took turns waxing on about the end of dark times and the beginning of a cohesive era. They both used a lot of words like united and future. She imagined she could see the dollar signs in their eyes and wondered if they were both so diluted to think they could win over the other. This would end in a fire, burning them both, but Freya pushed that thought away because she was hoping that fire would cover her tracks when she escaped.

Adi Ellis was pretty much exactly what Freya had expected.

He looked expensive and self-absorbed. His expression was hard and his lip fighting a curl of disgust every time his gaze came anywhere near her.

She couldn’t tell if he was offended by the whole situation or just her.

They signed the papers.

They plucked their respective rings from a box and put them on themselves.

Where had the rings even come from? Who had picked them out?

Sybil and Harmon shook hands.

It was the first time a Morgan and an Ellis had touched without bloodshed.

Freya dismissed the thought because it wasn’t true. This was just delayed bloodshed.

Her brother clapped and declared them all one family now. The wolves on both sides smiled because they all knew it isn’t true. Family wasn’t so simple for any of them.

Just like that, everyone she knew was kissing her goodbye and leaving her to those strangers.

There was a palpable exhale in the house when the Morgans left the property—all but one, anyway. And that’s why the exhale was only half of what it would have been. They were all left pretending, smiling and inviting her into the dining room.

Freya sat beside Adi, in the corner with Harmon at the head of the table on her right. She was trapped and didn’t like it but could only sit tight and take stock of her situation.

After a few preliminary, polite questions, the family seemed content to ignore her and she was happy to play the ghost at their table. Despite their dismissal, she could feel how much they hated having her there.

Their meal was served in courses like some fancy restaurant.

No one introduced themselves.

Did they expect her to know who they all were? To be fair, she could guess at most of them and the rest she puzzled out.

Grayson was easy and sitting on the other side of Adi, but she had no idea what to make of the woman next to him. Her family had mentioned Grayson having a guard dog, but why would she be at the table? With a face like that, how could she be anyone else? She had a scar through one eyebrow and her nose had clearly been broken a few times and not set right. She definitely wasn’t one of the Ellis sisters.

Only two of them seemed to be at the table that night. One was glaring non-stop at Freya while the other was trying really hard not to look at all.

There were two men in their twenties at the table. Evan Ellis was probably one of them, but she didn’t have a clue about the other.

Harmon’s wife was at his right while Adi’s mother, his ex-wife, was on the other end of the table. Freya thought that was clever. She clearly enjoyed sitting parallel to him and it put her as far as possible from himself and the current Mrs. Ellis.

Mrs. Ellis.

Freya looked down at hand and the simple platinum band.

She sat straight, her back pressed into the frame of the chair, and snuck a glance at Adi beside her. He was beautiful, the way knives, blood splatter, and fires are beautiful. Everything about him was intense and, from where she sat, it was impossible not to see all the threats he posed. He moved with purpose and ease, never rushed, never fumbling, never hesitating. He ignored her like it was natural—like she really wasn’t there right next to him—but his jaw ticked once and Freya knew that he felt her watching him.

A horrible thought struck her, startling her.

This man was going to be the death of her.

It scared her because she had never, not once in her whole life, thought her end was anywhere but in that graveyard under the mountain.

After dinner, dessert, and coffee, they finally left the table. There was talk about cards and drinks and Freya was silently grateful when Adi declined, until she realized she was leaving with him alone.

She followed him to the garage and got into his car, not sure what other options she had.

His car was absurd but exactly what she should have expected. If she’d had any luggage with her, she would have had to abandon it at the house because there were only two seats and she wasn’t even sure if it had a trunk.

The garage door lifted, the engine purring.

“Buckle up,” he said.

It was the first thing he’d actually said to her.

Freya laughed before she could stop herself.

His gaze snapped to her, one eyebrow lifting in question.

It was the first time they’d made eye contact too.

“Are you planning to crash?” she asked, not sure why he’d care if she was buckled up or not.

His jaw ticked again, the only give away of…something. He shifted gears and pulled out of the garage, fast enough that she actually gasped, back pressed into the seat and eyes flashing forward. They zipped down the driveway and turned onto the road.

Freya did not buckle up, out of principal now if nothing else. He had told her to do it and she wasn’t doing it. Would he be angry? Would he make her pay? Better to get an idea of what she was dealing with sooner rather than later.

Not that she planned for there to be much of a later…

Maybe she should have played things softer? Been docile and meek? Tried to seduce him?

That was laughable.

She wouldn’t even know how to start. Freya had been taught a lot of dumb shit, but flirting wasn’t on the list.

He took a turn hard and she glared, sure that he was driving faster just to punish her for not putting on her seatbelt. But if he thought this sort of punishment was going to make her cry or behave next time, he was drastically underestimating her.

Another corner and she slid to the side, toward him, her shoulder pressed into his arm. She had to fight not to actually put her hand against him and push back into her own seat, waiting for the next turn to do the job. Heat flushed her face and she prayed that she wasn’t blushing. They were going to his home. They had gotten married. She was Adi Ellis’s wife.

Her stomach knotted.

Maybe pissing him off hadn’t been the best first move.

They were in what looked like the middle of the city to her, giant buildings and people still out despite the hour. Everything was so bright, every building a glowing tower chasing back night. He slowed and stopped right there on the street in front of a building.

He didn’t turn off the car. He just got out.

Before she could think what to do, someone was opening her door. A valet smiled and offered her his hand.

Freya got out on her own but gave a weak smile back. Adi was already walking into the building.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath and hurried after him. She hated following him, but she didn’t have a lot of other options. She had no idea where she was. A man in the lobby greeted him by name while another held the elevator door.

Freya almost lost a step at the sight of the elevator. A box.

She wasn’t great with enclosed spaces… But she definitely wasn’t going to let an Ellis realize that. She followed him onto the lift. It was gleaming golden on all sides, their reflections distorted and endless when the door closed. There were no buttons and for some reason that freaked her out more.

The floor number climbed to five and then opened.

She expected a hall of numbered doors like in a hotel, but there was a small foyer and one door. No numbers.

He pulled keys from his pocket, not a keycard but a real key, and unlocked the door.

She waited for him to go inside but he just pushed it open and then stepped back.

His gaze fell on her fully for the first time, dragging over her from the top of her head down to her shoes. His lip curled. He was hamming it up for sure. Trying to hurt her feelings maybe? Ha! Like she wanted him to like her.

“Try not to mess up my apartment while you’re here,” he said, rolling his keychain on his finger once before sliding them back into his pocket. He turned and started back for the elevator, leaving her standing by the open door.

Freya felt a weight of relief almost drag her to the floor but words still flew from her mouth, “Where are you going?”

He looked back, one foot on the lift. There was a glint of surprise and delight at the question. “I’m going to go get laid, Mrs. Ellis. Did you think I’d let you wreck my whole night?”

She blinked.

He grinned like he’d successfully wounded her and walked onto the lift. He started whistling and the door cut it off.

Freya smiled at his absence. Maybe this wouldn’t be hard at all. The prince didn’t want her and she didn’t want him. Maybe she could just leave and he wouldn’t even notice.

But for tonight, she went into his apartment and locked the door. Her backpack and one suitcase were there by the wall just inside. She poked around, found a guest room, and then dragged her stuff in there. She showered and walked the whole apartment. It was bigger than most houses she’d been in and had an incredible view. What a waste that it belonged to someone like Adi. What a waste that she wouldn’t stay long enough to get much enjoyment out of it.

Freya couldn’t stop smiling.

She was almost free.

#might need to make a family tree for all these Ellises #don't run #honest liars series #adi/ezra/freya #own work #mobster trio #romance #dominimoonbeam #clover down #<3

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The Gardens

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Onaga, the Dragon King, The One True Ruler of Outworld.

While it would be nice, he never thought about marriage.

Who would want to marry him, anyway?

A puff of smoke blew from him as he sighed.

He wanted to have a significant other and many would accept without hesitation, simply because he ruled over the kingdom.

He wanted something true, someone who actually loved him and not for just a spot in the kingdom.

If he died, which was unlikely, he couldn't just die. He could, however, be murdered, but no one would do that.

He wanted someone that would rule Outworld, just as he had done before. Someone that wouldn't send Outworld into mass chaos.

The way Outworld stood now, it had been merged with Edenia and he ruled alongside Kitana and her husband, Liu Kang.

He was well aware of the fact that Shao Kahn had killed him and been killed, making Kitana the Kahn of Outworld.

Onaga sat on the tower, looking down at the people below.

Day by day you would come to visit the castle and sit at the tower. You had no harmful intentions.

You just wanted to watch the people in the land you were unfamiliar with.

Onaga and you would talk occasionally, slowly getting to know each other better.

You were the one to ask Onaga out first and he accepted.

Your date was in the castle gardens.

A few weeks later, your next date was in another part of the castle, on the beach, or anywhere beautiful that Onaga could take you to.

He had known every part of his land before his death. It took some time, but he managed to know every part of this new land he owned.

He knew the quietest spots, the prettiest spots, and no one would bother either of you.

If anyone dared to try, Onaga could simply fly and take you to another place.

Many months had gone by, and the two of you became a couple.

Onaga continued to spoil you, buying you the nicest things, the best things, and anything to keep you happy.

You weren't interested in the items; you cared more about him than the objects. He knew that, but still, he loved to give gifts. You were almost royalty, and you deserved the best.

He had it all planned out. Maybe it was too early, he wasn't sure. He had never been in a relationship before.

Still, he wouldn't be as hesitant as he was in the beginning.

He walked to the castle garden, opened the doors, and saw that the flowers had bloomed.

He wasted no time decorating the windows with white sheer curtains.

He didn't want the curtains to ruin the flowers, but he wanted the moment to be special. After all, it was the first place the two of you had gone on a date.

He flew from the room and up the stairs to the vault, the place where all the castle riches were stored. With the money, there were also crowns, jewelry, and other things that were expensive and harder to replace.

He searched until he could find the prettiest ring, one that had been in the castle for centuries.

Surely you wouldn't mind having it passed down to you? He hesitated for a moment, wondering if you would like it or not.

Then, when it was decided, he flew to your bedroom. He knocked on the door and went inside when you told him he could enter.

He held a hand behind his back and the other was outstretched to you.

"Y/N, are you busy at the moment?"

"No, why?"

"I want to show you something."

He said as you took his hand and he led you away from your room.

He walked with you slowly. He could walk or fly much faster, but he wouldn't rush things now.

He led you to the garden, and you smiled, looking around at the blooming flowers.

You hadn't been here in quite some time, so you hadn't seen the flowers like this before.

"It's so pretty." You said as you turned around.

Onaga had dropped to one knee and in his palm laid a ring.

"My love, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" you said, smiling happily as you wrapped your arms around him. He put his arm around you and waited for you to pull away so he could place the ring on your finger.

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quinloki · 1 year

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What have you wrote

As of Today I have three completed Multi-fic chapters posted to Tumblr, so I'm going to do a What Have You Wrote and What Are you Writing Combo Post.

Somehow there' like 100 of you following me, and maybe this post will help. (I do have a pinned Master Post, but this is gonna go beyond that a little).

This is also a way for me to vent, and you'll see why in a minute.

Anyway - This is gonna get long, so

Posted to Tumblr Items: (these are ALL x Reader/reader insert fics)

A Light Touch - x Eustass - Modern AU (Part of the Grandline Metropolis Series) - a regular paper pusher, you're pushed out into an intersection by a drunk driver and involuntarily meet Eustass Kid. You lose your hand, and gain new friends, new headaches, and new skills. (Part 1 of a series).

Some Direction - x Roronoa - Modern AU - The population is declining, so the World Government decided to step in and arrange marriage for most of its citizens. Lucky you, plucky little librarian, you've been paired with Roronoa Zoro. Good thing for you he's the protective type, because old childhood tragedies are trying to rear their ugly heads again.

Family Ties - x Doflamingo - Modern AU - Mafia style - You're the unofficially adopted daughter of Edward Newgate, and besties with the local clinic doctor. One day you find an injured man in an alleyway and decide to help him out. Dodging people who are trying to kill him, you manage a successful rescue, now if only you could stay out of Trouble >.>

Not On Tumblr Yet, but Done!

Quicksand - x Crocodile - Modern AU (Part of the Grandline Metropolis Series) - Secretary to Buggy the Clown, District boss to the Rain Dinners Casino in the West Blue district, you got over your crush of the CEO ages ago. Recently you've been trying to date via a dating site, and soon you'll meet your match face to face!

Thrice Prophesized - x Roronoa - Modern AU (Part of the Grandline Metropolis Series) - Your first memory was of being chase by marines and practically blasted out of the sky. You wake up after being yanked from the water by a boy made of rubber, but your memories are shaky at best. All you know for sure is, you prophesized the fall of the ruling class, so maybe pirates are the best allies.

Not on tumblr Yet, and not done yet! (all links lead to Wattpad where all my Wips are)

Family Practice - x Law - Set in the same AU as Family Ties, this story dives into a What If? - What if the reader had become more than Besties with Law? Same Reader Same AU - just... an AU of the AU xD 10 chapters

Souled Out - x Eustass - Someone's stolen your soul, and you want it back. You haven't aged in 25 years, and for the last decade you've been studying how to summon demons. Now's the day to see if it's paid off, and if your summoned help can actually help you. 3 Chapters

Unseen - x Killer - set in canon universe with non-canon events. I wanted to write a book where Killer gets smooches, and that's what this is. It kind of got away with me, and I think I have a LOT of chapters ahead of me. 13 chapters

Isn't Enough - x Marco - set in canon universe with canon events. Reader is a doctor on the Moby, and a crew mate of Marco's. But that just Isn't Enough. 5 Chapters

Whew.

Booked, Honeysuckle Red, and Heart of Gold only have two chapters a piece so far. Royal Pains is a bit stalled out, but I haven't given up on it.

None of this is counting two books of one-shots, and the following pending titles I don't even have on active rotation:

A Light Touch 2 - Emperors Bara-teased Family Ties 2 - Gilded Lily Honeysuckle Gold Quicksand 2 - Warlords An Untitled Shanks Mafia AU Song Bird

Look, I guess, what I'm saying is, if you followed me for my writing, I have a lot planned. Unless life punches me in the face, I update 3-5 times a week. I have a day job, and I play some D&D, but otherwise I write.

I even started another title called Mafia Inked - JUST TODAY - and I didn't plan it. I have no idea where it's going to go or anything. But that's what the brain does. I got the idea, meant to write some notes, wrote a first chapter.

ANYWAY - you don't have to go to Wattpad or Ao3 if you don't want (I'm Quinloki on both), everything will get here eventually. Wattpad's just kind of my workspace. So things post there unedited.

Hey hey, if you do something like this, tag me! I want to see what my peeps are working on <;3

#quin muses #what have you wrote #listing things #idk why but I needed to get this off my chest in a post #thanks for listening <3

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jechristine · 2 years

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Okay @sgt-col-lenix here’s a little Harry & Meghan primer, chronologically. It got long😅 Let me know if you want more and what about!

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So most of us know that Charles & Diana had two boys, William, the heir, and Harry, the spare. For the sake of the monarchy, William was always marketed as the son who was more worthy of ascending to the throne because…he was going to…no matter what. (Royalty and primogeniture have nothing at all to do with worthiness.) Diana died, and people began to see in Harry a lot of his mother—a natural charisma and ability to connect to people with a little rebellious streak. As the princes grew up and became teenagers and young adults, it’s likely that Charles’ staff and William’s staff took advantage of that charisma and rebellious streak to leak to the press against Harry to distract when they needed to and to generally make Harry seem like the less mature, wayward son. Harry was used as a foil to make William look better by comparison.

Harry didn’t attend university like William did, but instead joined the army and did two tours in Afghanistan (he was pulled from the first because he’s a high-value target and the UK media had leaked his whereabouts). He flew helicopters the second time around.

Anyway, in between the army and prince stuff, Harry dated a bit—namely, two blonde girls, Chelsy, a South African, and Cressida, a Brit. It’s rumored that both ended up breaking up with Harry because royal life as spouse of the non-heir, with the constant pomp & circumstance and media intrusion, sucked so bad. So much easier to just marry a regular rich person and remain relatively anonymous.

Meghan, meanwhile, grew up in California, splitting her childhood between her divorced parents, Doria, who is African American, and white trash Thomas Markle. Thomas had children from a previous marriage, but they were both so much older than Meghan that she essentially grew up as an only child. Meghan grew up around TV sets because Thomas was a crew member (lighting, I believe). She attended a private, middle class Catholic high school and then Northwestern Univ., where she majored in International Relations and Drama, I believe. She began life as a working actress after she graduated, taking any role she could get (including as a suitcase girl on Deal or No Deal). She married a small-time film producer, and they divorced shortly after she got her first break on Suits and moved to Toronto, where Suits filmed. Meghan used even her small platform as a D-list (?) celebrity to do work for UN Women and other organizations. She took on brand deals from Ralph Lauren and maybe some other places, and after a few years on Suits became a millionaire herself. She bought herself the Cartier Tank watch and had it inscribed “To M, From M” or something like that. She dated a very hot celebrity chef in 2015-16, but basically got to know the cool kids in Toronto, including a son of a former Canadian prime minister.

Mutual friends introduced Harry and Meghan in early July 2016. They fell in love basically immediately. Unlike Harry’s previous girlfriends, Meghan was eager to live a public life because she wanted to use her platform to uplift historically marginalized communities and especially women’s voices around the UK and Commonwealth. After dating in secret for a few months, the media revealed that Meghan was Harry’s new girlfriend in late October 2016. Within days of Meghan being revealed, the racist, anti-Meghan headlines covered UK tabloids. Harry had to issue a letter begging the media to please stop and leave her alone (royals had never done something like that before).

The undercurrent of racism and anti-American snobbery in the conservative UK press never really went away, but the international media was also captivated by Meghan leading up to the royal wedding, especially in the months after the first engagement interview on the BBC, when she began attending public events with Harry. She was so different than other royal people not just because she is biracial and proud of it but because she wanted to work and to use her platform and her voice, and she approached the whole experience as a job. She even wore pantsuits. People were enthralled, and, in hindsight, it’s pretty clear that William began to get jealous of Harry & Meghan pretty early on.

Meghan & Harry’s royal wedding included elements of Anglo-African and African-American culture, and though those components were celebrated at the time, there were bits of mockery here and there including from Harry’s family. There are reports that some cousins engaged in racist microaggressions, too.

After the wedding in May 2018, there was a brief honeymoon period, although that was always peppered with headlines about how Meghan was always wearing the wrong things and doing the wrong things at royal events—not so subtle implications that she didn’t belong.

Everything turned south in fall 2018. Meghan announced her first pregnancy, and Harry & Meghan had an extremely successful and popular tour of Oceania. The UK media turned against Meghan very hard. The microaggressions ramped up and rumors began to swirl that Meghan was difficult and a bully. At the time William was dealing with affair rumors, trying to keep them out of the press. After Charles’s affairs and marriage to Camilla, whom Charles desperately wants to be Queen someday, rumors of royal affairs could land a devestaingly blow to the popularity of the monarchy, and popularity—mostly attached to the person of Elizabeth—is all it really has (besides inertia). Anyhow, it’s pretty clear that William’s staff began leaking negative stories to the UK press about Meghan so that the press would agree to keep William’s affairs out of the headlines. Charles probably condoned this. One zombie story that will not die is that Meghan said something to Kate at a wedding rehearsal that made Kate cry. None of them were specific, and all of them were very nasty, but they sold papers and covered for William, so Kensington Palace (William’s office) and the Royal rota (the name for the group of UK reporters that covers the royals) kept up what Harry’s described as an “invisible contract.”

Meanwhile, Meghan’s bosses—Elizabeth’s staff, Charles’s staff, and William’s staff—saw that Meghan and especially Harry & Meghan together, were/was outshining everyone else in the family. She had had dreams and plans to use her platform to bring awareness to the causes that she had always considered important (mainly around women and woc’s voices), but her bosses told her to stay out of the media, and since the media was in a Meghan-frenzy, that meant that she had to literally stay inside at home all the time. All the while, the media was abusing her in nasty and often explicitly racist and sexist ways. She was quite pregnant in winter/spring 2019, and she has said that she seriously contemplated suicide because she felt Harry’s life would be easier if she didn’t exist.

So in fall 2019/winter 2020, Harry tried to negotiate his and Meghan’s way out of the “invisible contract.” He wanted to stop receiving public funding and in exchange to get some freedom from the Royal bubble, perhaps so he and Meghan could live abroad, maybe even out in the Commonwealth, for a portion of every year. His half in/half out proposal was rejected by Elizabeth, Charles, and their staff, and so Harry & Meghan left completely. They lost most of their patronages and, crucially, their security. It’s not clear that they had to lose either, and the decision came across as petty.

Harry and Meghan stayed at friends’ houses for a few months and then eventually purchased their own place in California. They started lining up jobs and deals to become financially independent and pay for their own security. They signed with Netflix and Spotify, and Harry got a job at BetterUp. They created their own foundation, Archewell, to manage all of their work, including their continuing work to bring awareness and money to causes that are important to them.

In early 2021, they gave a relatively candid interview to Oprah. In the days leading up to it, William’s Kensington Palace office launched an obvious and very aggressive smear campaign against Meghan, vaguely accusing her of bullying staff and being…I don’t know, tough? They pretended that there would be an investigation into Meghan’s time as a working royal, but that never panned out because of…reasons. The point was obviously to undermine what KP anticipated Meghan and Harry would say to Oprah. In the interview, Harry spoke about the “invisible contract” that keep other members of his family beholden to the tabloid press and the royal rota. Harry expressed that he’d been disappointed in both his father’s and brother’s handling of the whole situation; he felt abandoned at his moments of greatest need. Meghan said that, before Archie’s birth, a member of the royal family had expressed concern about what would be the color of Archie’s skin, and simultaneously the offices were already telling Harry and Meghan that neither they nor Archie would receive royal security protection, even before they contemplated quitting as working royals, and Archie would not receive the title of “Prince of England.” (He is in the same position within the hierarchy as Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie were when they were his age.) Meghan also said she was effectively abandoned by the family and staff while she was a working royal, and this despite feeling in the verge of suicide.

They escaped thank god. Meghan was pregnant with her second child, who she and Harry named after the Queen, Lilibet, when she did the Oprah interview, and now Lili is 1yo and Archie is 3yo.

Anyway, Harry and Meghan are building their post-royal brand now. Harry’s held on to some charitable work that’s always been important to him: for example, the Invictus Games, Sentebale, and Travelyst. Meghan’s starting some new initiatives on topics that she’s always been passionate about, like her forthcoming podcast about the language of sexism. They remain very popular internationally, of course, and we all expect them to continue to support their causes.

The UK conservative press & tabloids will continue to drum up controversy and mean-spirited gossip about them because doing so sells papers and gets clicks and because probably Clarence House (Charles’s office) and Kensington Palace (William’s) are leaking and encouraging them to do so to distract from the other princes’ own misdeeds. Don’t believe any of it.

If you want to follow a journalist for real updates, check out Omid Scobie on Twitter.

Or my blog :)

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