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wooahaes · 2 years

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cold hands, warm heart

pairing: vampire!junhui x gn!reader

prompt: hey remember when i made this post? so do i lol.

word count: 2.1k~

warnings: reader gets caught in a storm and breaks into jun’s house. kind-of pissed reader at their friends. short-lived fears of being murdered. vampire jun being clueless about technology. mentions of vampire minghao as a doctor [heavily implied jun has been around a lot longer than hao]. no drugs depicted but mentions of drugs/dealers in reference to jun calling dr. xu his “dealer” (bc he deals him bags of blood). blood mentions. also reader suffers from hypothermia and jun saves their ass. also like no proofreading i just want to post this rn.

daisy’s notes: no promises on a sequel of just reader n vernon taking jun to stuff at night/on cloudy days, but know the idea lives rent free in my head.

It was a dark and stormy night, and you were a pissed idiot lost in the woods.

All you had meant to do was go on one little nature hike. Something about getting more in touch with nature, just existing, yadda yadda--you’d fight every single person who told you it’d be a good idea to get away from “technology” and “life” this way. Some of them could absolutely demolish you, but you’d go down swinging at the very least--Seungcheol’s buff arms meant nothing to a pissed-off person. Your phone was dead, your belongings completely soaked (to say nothing about you--the rain was cold as fuck), and you were pretty sure your flashlight was going to die too to add a cherry on top of this fucking tragedy of a day. They’d find you eventually, you were sure--Vernon, your roommate, knew approximately where you were and that you wouldn’t have gone too far. If anything, help was probably coming in the next few hours.

But it was still fucking cold and you were miserable. The pains of not having a portable charger (Seungkwan borrowed it and Soonyoung lost it, the assholes). Even then, you were sure your phone was probably fucked from the water.

The only light at the end of the tunnel? An abandoned looking manor a little further up the path you had stumbled onto. The gates looked a little rusted, but you were sure you could pull them open with a hard enough tug. If you could break in, you could at least squat there until the rain stopped. It was better than being stuck out in the rain, at least.

While the front door was locked, you managed to find a window that was slightly ajar. It was annoying as hell to have to hoist yourself through it, the window a smidge too tall for you to comfortably do it--but, fuck, you would rather deal with throwing all three thousand pounds of your soaking wet clothes and belongings and body through a window than stay outside for another minute. Joshua Hong was going to get his ass kicked after all of this. You’d rank everyone mentally later on a scale from “could kill me” to “I could take them” once you got some rest.

Except... this place was definitely not abandoned. The outside sure as fuck was, but there was electricity. The study you had thrown yourself into had books that you were pretty damn sure came out within the past few years, along with a fair amount that were old enough to not warrant a title. Must be some sort of collector.

Oh, shit, that meant someone could call the cops.

You threw off your bag nonetheless. Maybe if you explained the situation (rain bad, might pass out if you didn’t start getting warmer soon because your fingers were going numb from the cold), whoever lived here would let you go with a “don’t come back, idiot,” once the rain was over. If they did, you could forgive the tacky decorations that were definitely not from this century. Despite the modern additions to the home (the books you’d seen, for one, and the working electricity, and you were pretty sure you saw a television in one of the rooms you peeked into), whoever lived here was apparently fond of Victorian decor. You couldn’t blame them, but they could at least tie things together a little more.

You pushed a door open and came into a dining room with a small spread along the table. Nothing too huge like you’d expect from lavish vampire novels where the idiot protag (you, in this case) showed up to a vampire’s house without realizing it, but food nonetheless. But you almost didn’t notice the man on the other side of the table, who had been pouring wine until you opened the door. He softly swore under his breath as he proceeded to directly spill it onto his hand and the tablecloth, before he looked back up at you.

“Who are you and how did you get here?”

You took one full step before slipping on the puddle of water dripping off of you, and immediately felt pain spiral through your body. Almost too fast to be real, the man had crossed the room, coming to check you over.

His hands were colder than yours, but his eyes were warm as he gently began to check you over. “Is it raining...?” He looked up to where the curtains were drawn in front of the windows. “You’re lost, then...”

You nodded. “It’s cold--”

“Oh!” He was already pulling you to your feet, “You’re freezing... Here,” he helped you toward the lit fireplace, not too far from where he was sitting. “Don’t sit too close,” he told you, pulling a spare chair over. He brushed the dust off of it before pushing you to sit down. “If you warm up too fast, you’ll go into shock. Let me bring you something dry to wear.”

He was being too nice now. He went from rightfully offended to concerned and caring, and you were starting to suspect you might actually get murdered. If you were going to get murdered, maybe he’d at least wait long enough for you to feel your fingers first. It’d give you a fighting chance, and you sure as hell weren’t going to go down without a fight. Yet the man soon enough returned to you with loose clothing that you were sure were both not his and picked out in a large enough size that they’d fit you loosely.

“I’ve had a lot of guests a long time ago,” he told you, setting down the clothing. “If this doesn’t fit, I should have something that does...”

You had to wonder what kind of guests showed up here when the outside of his house looked abandoned. The man disappeared, muttering something about having towels--that you should change while he fetched them for you. Despite how much your body didn’t want to move, you pushed yourself to change while he was gone, moving as quickly as you could. Minutes after you finally set back down with a groan, warmth slowly returning to your body, he returned--and you realized how he must have been waiting longer, just to give you your privacy.

“I called my friend,” he told you, draping a towel around your body, and then a blanket he had draped over his shoulder. “Are you able to swallow? You seem alert...” He crouched down, watching you a moment longer. “He said you should be fine with warm drinks...”

“Is he a doctor?” You stared at him warily.

And yet he smiled at your question. “He is,” he said. “He works in the hospital here,” he sat down next to you. “I’ll have to ask him if you’ll be fine with food...”

This man was way too friendly and helpful to not be planning to kill you, probably. Then again... if he wanted to harm you, why help you at all?

“I don’t have a need for it, so I don’t know what hu--you would need right now...”

You stared at this man. What the fuck was that supposed to mean.

He changed the topic. “Junhui,” he told you after a moment. “My name is Wen Junhui.” It was something he took pride in, at least, considering the way he straightened up ever-so-slightly. If you had to admit it, it was a little cute, but...

You blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “Dude, are you, like, a vampire or some shit? Your hands are freezing.”

Which, admittedly, not also the smartest thing you’d done. You’d done a lot of stupid things that day and you could maybe blame it on the mild hypothermia.

He blinked at you. “You didn’t notice...” He said, and you just realized that this bitch had fangs.

Again, not your smartest moment. Or hour. Or day, for that matter. Might as well mark the beginning of “not your finest hour” at when you agreed to go fuck around in the woods “to get in touch with nature” after Joshua pitched the idea to you, the endpoint yet-to-be-seen.

“Maybe you’re more sick than I thought,” he frowned. He pressed the back of his hand against your face--just enough to gauge your body temperature before he pulled it away. “Most people notice sooner.”

Oh, great, and now you were an idiot in the eyes of the pretty vampire man. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

He giggled at you. “That’s okay,” he said. “That’s why I live out here, by the way. It’s actually quite shady--I can go outside during the day and not burst into flames.”

You raised a brow. “That’s real?”

“It takes a little time, but it is.” He pulled his knees in, looking at you in the cutest goddamn manner--how the hell was this man a vampire? Weren’t they supposed to be creepy? He just seemed glad to have some company. “If it’s cloudy, I can go outside for longer. It helps when I have to go into town.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” you shifted a little closer to the fire, “but, uh... Why do you go into town?”

“I like cooking.”

“But you don’t need food.”

“I like doing it,” he said. “So I have to get ingredients.”

“Why not just get them delivered?”

“You can do that?!” He stared at you, immediately picking up his phone. “I’m not good with technology,” he said to you, and turned his phone to show you texts between him and someone named “dr.xu [dealer].” Junhui pushed his hair back from his face, “Dr. Xu helps.”

You took his phone from him, looking over auto-corrected texts that this doctor man was somehow able to decipher. It probably came with knowing Junhui, if you had to guess. “Why does it say he’s your dealer?”

“Because he deals me blood.”

Oh. Oh no, he’s obliviously cute, too. “Maybe you shouldn’t call him your dealer.”

He blinked at you, head titled. “What?”

“Just... Just don’t call him your dealer. People will think you’re talking about drugs.” You started to look for a weather radar before you showed him the wonders of modern technology and things like grocery deliveries. The storm wasn’t going to clear up for a few more hours, from what you could tell.

“Oh.” He nodded. “I see.” He paused. “What happened to your phone?”

You frowned. “Probably destroyed by water damage. I’ll have to clean it with alcohol.”

“Why not rice?”

“That is bullshit and you shouldn’t believe anyone who says it now,” you pointed at him. “My friend had to get it fixed after rice got stuck in the charging port and it cost him more than cleaning it normally would have been.”

Junhui nodded, making a mental note of it. “You’re smart,” he said. “I think Dr. Xu said something similar.”

Something told you that Dr. Xu was likely the one keeping Junhui relatively modern, in terms of technology. The food on the table looked delicious, but everything from the last twenty years or so... probably went straight over Junhui’s head. It made you wonder how long he’d been around.

“So...” You hesitated for a moment. “Why do you need blood from Dr. Xu? Don’t you like.. feed on people?”

Junhui frowned. “Ah... It’s inconvenient. Most of my partners move on after a while. It’s draining. I don’t blame them,” he shrugged. “I’m used to it. The deal with Dr. Xu works better.”

“Is he your only friend?” You asked, immediately smacking yourself mentally for it.

He paused. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“You could be my friend,” he said. “If you’d like.”

Something about the way he asked warmed your heart. That shy look on his face, the timid smile he was giving you... You had to wonder how long he had been mostly on his own. When Dr. Xu came into his life, who was in it before then...

“I think I’d like that,” you said. Something about this pretty vampire man was endearing. Maybe it was how genuine he seemed to be after all: you stumbled into his home and he was here to take care of you, looking after you like he’d done it before. You introduced yourself at long last, watching the way his eyes lit up at the sound of your name.

He repeated it back, testing it on his own tongue. “It’s a pleasure,” he said to you with a smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve made a new friend.”

Well... You’d just have to fix that, wouldn’t you? You were sure that Vernon would like him--Vernon was into supernatural stuff. You’d just have to introduce him slowly before the enthusiast in him took over.

“Do you want to see the videos of cats that I found?”

... Okay, maybe you already like the cute vampire man a lot more than you thought. Hopefully this would be the start of something sweet.

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authorluvgxbby · 1 year

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The Delinquent Next Door - Part 4: It’s A Date!

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: With your world turning upside down, you begin to slowly connect the dots of who your neighbor really is. It seems that no matter where you are or what situation you’re in, it all relates back to Hanma Shuji. Things are moving a bit too fast for you...so, how will you manage?

Pairing: Hanma Shuji x Neighbor! Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence/violent behavior, slight trauma mentions/suggestions

A/N: *gasp* THANK YOU SO MUCH! 😭 Honestly, I was about to abandon the whole thing, but since I've been getting a lot of questions about it, I'll be posting the rest of it every week or so. This part was kinda short, so I apologize in advance. Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Two days have passed since your near death experience with Hanma.

Guess you could basically check off almost being murdered off your bucket list.

What a wonderful world we live in.

After the experience of the unsavory adventure, you began to contemplate the events of that night, while trying to piece together the…interesting background of your neighbor.

His infamous reputation as the most feared gangster in Kabukicho was very odd, seeing as how a normal individual, such as yourself, wouldn’t have a clue about him, yet those small fry gangsters knew him like he was some historical figure out of a history book.

I mean, since when do gangsters do homework on other gangsters? Maybe there’s some sort of class specifically for delinquents or something?

You shook your head.

This is crazy.

To be honest, you had to give him some credit. Despite the ridiculous and underlying comical nickname as a “Grim Reaper,'' you understood why people–delinquents–feared him so much.

That night when witnessing the fight between him and those thugs was something you certainly would never forget. Not because of the shock or the adrenaline pumping through your body due to the obvious danger that was present in the situation but because of the fact that Hanma, at the time, wasn’t the same person you met. Or, in your eyes, wasn’t just the average asshole next door neighbor that you had bumped into.

That night, you saw a completely different side of him aside from his crude and playfully cocky behavior.

He wasn’t the idiot you saw trying to bulldoze his door because he was lazy. No, he was a guy who would have beaten the crap out of anyone that looked at him wrong without hesitation and a really, really, really scary delinquent.

Certainly someone you wouldn’t want to piss off. At least, not too much.

Just gathering that much pretty much made it clear that Hanma wasn’t exactly normal.

As a matter of fact, it’s almost impossible to consider him ‘normal’ after witnessing how he basically took life as a joke with little to no care for his own safety and well-being. Which makes him ten times as weird as you thought he was.

What kind of neighbor knows how to beat the literal shit out of people? No–what kind of person takes pleasure in violence?

None of which you or anyone else knew, that’s for sure.

Nonetheless it seems that everywhere you go, trouble follows behind you, and so does Hanma Shuji.

I should move….and get out of the neighborhood while I’m still in one piece.

“Hey…”

But that wouldn’t really benefit me much. It was hard enough finding somewhere cheap to live.

“y/n!”

You snap out of your thoughts, turning your full attention towards your concerned best friend.

She frowns. “Are you alright? Are you still in shock from what happened?”

You blink owlishly, waiting for her words to process.

Oh right, she still feels guilty.

You glare at her, landing a gentle smack to her shoulder, “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m fine! Quit beating yourself up already”

She frowns,“How can I not blame myself after you almost got hurt? All because of a stupid date!” she pouts, eyes watery as she takes your hand into her own, squeezing gently.

“You’ve been so distant lately, and you’ve been on edge ever since that night,” she mumbles, once again squeezing your hand apologetically, “how can I not worry about you…”

Ok, sure, it kinda was her fault.

No, wait, scratch that–it definitely was her fault. But, hey, it could have been worse. If it weren’t for your crazy neighbor, you would’ve ended up in a body bag, yet here you are now, alive and breathing, and still working minimum wage at a run-down diner for a living.

“You say that as if I’m dead already,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes as you turn back to the register you were posted at, “and besides, as far as I’m concerned I’m still sucking air for the most part, so you shouldn’t be so worried. I’m fine.”

Bzzz!

Great timing universe!

Quickly fishing out your phone from your jeans pocket, you quickly glance at the new notification on your screen.

Jerk-Face Reaper: Meet me on the roof at 11 P.M.

Gee, my day was great, thanks for asking!

You: Why?

He doesn’t respond, only having read the message as indicated underneath your text.

You huff, slightly gripping your phone as you curse him through the tiny device.

You: I’m not gonna come if you don’t tell me why. I have to study for exams tonight, so I don’t have time for you rn.

“Who’s that? Is he a friend?” f/n asked, now leaning over your shoulder while scanning over your recent messages.

“I’m still trying to figure that out.” you sigh, placing your phone down on the counter.

She raises a brow. “Hmmm, why is he asking you out?”

Warmth creeps at the back of your neck. “He never said anything about a date!” you blurt out, clearing your throat as you set your phone down as you try to busy yourself at the empty register.

“Besides, we don’t know each other like that.”

She shrugs, “Maybe he wants to get to know you.”

Trust me, it’s the other way around. And not in the romantic perspective either.

“And what’s with the weird contact name? Something face reaper? Sounds like something straight out of a comic book.”

What is this? An interrogation?

Intentional or not, those were some damn good questions, none of which you wanted to answer.

Bzzz!

You snatch your phone from the countertop, looking over to see your best friend caught up in a conversation with the cook.

Jerk-Face Reaper: Just come.

You: …

You: You can reach me at my apartment, I’ll be studying. Goodbye :)

Jerk-Face Reaper: …

Jerk-Face Reaper: …Please?

You grinned.

You: Aww, such a sweetheart! I’ll take it. See you at 11!

“Aw, so it is a date!” f/n coos from behind you.

So she’s just spawning out of thin air now?!

“I-its not! I swear!” you groaned, hiding your face in your arms.

I hate it here.

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yuukei-yikes · 1 year

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can i just say im obsessed with ur brand of shinaya. genuinely horrible and pathetic guy who is so pathetically in love x girl who is deranged enough to love him back. ur harutaka is the gayest straight couple ever but ur shinaya is the most homophobic gay straight couple ive ever seen

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST ASK IVE EVER GOTTEN also thank god an ask in my kageblog i can talk yes yes yes yes YES YESSS dude i NEED to talk about my blorbos

Bro in all honesty i ship shinaya in a good day. or bad day. it depends on how u feel about it to say if its a good or bad day. my shinaya headcanon is they date on and off and whether they do end up together or not depends on how i am feeling that day 💗 shinaya is kind of an awful trope but out of nostalgia and love for the characters i still ship it. shintaro and ayano post str going through the messiest breakup ever that distances them (but still see each other bc they literally have all the same friends) but when they find they way to each other again as more mature people they end up together again OR stay close friends. i like both.

but in the brand of dating shinaya regardless whether they end up together or not, they care for each other nonetheless. and my favorite thing to have fun with is their messy fresh off the daze dating bc they spent NO time healing/talking/etc and its a nightmare to everyone. literally that couple fighting and everyone being like Ok were leaving now and them being like NO!!!! WE ARE NOT FIGHTING STAY THERE!!!!!! and shinaya is so good bc u can twist the trope of Asshole x Angel into Guy who has it coming x Weird girl. shintaro being the one to constantly reject ayano. ayano never stopping to think why she even likes him or insists on being with him, and when she does and She Leaves Him and that makes shintaro spiral into the role of Desperately Trying To Get Her Attention Back in a pathetic role swap. idk. god i fucking love/hate shinaya theyre so fun to play with. and since im a harutaka4life of course theyre along for this awful fucking ride they didnt want tickets for but they have to be constantly there for their friends😭 i also think takane would be like sort of intertwined in at least 1 of the many shinaya problems (and therefore also a harutaka relationship problem though probably the only one LOL) bc shintaro and takane are completely codependent Post str because i fucking say so and ayano in her lack of therapy and obsession with being shintaros girlfriend is jealous shintaro isnt vulnerable with her but he is with takane (with harutaka the problem is rather takane will drop EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING if shintaro needs anything, cancelling on haruka if necessary just to go find shintaros wallet or something and haruka is like Lol this is fine and normal *will explode at any moment*) man dont get me STARTED on the shintaro and takane Ene Aftermath Codependency (i say as i already started) ummm *chews the yuukei quartet like gum* theyre my dolls i play with and you can play too but you have to follow my rules otherwise ill ask my mom to ask ur mom to pick u up :/

#hi. what. im a completely normal average person who likes thing a normal amount #headcanons #ask tag

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scarredsands · 1 year

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There's something left on her bike, loosely attached by a cable tie or some other form of attachment. It's some... Assortment of flowers, terribly arranged, but still an assortment nonetheless, and with a note of some sort attached to boot! It reads as the following, though it's only just legible: "I know what you're thinking. Something along the lines of 'ow the fuck did 'e know??? It's not hard to find things out, you of all people should know that, especially when it's me finding something out. Still. Don't ask me what the flowers are, I don't know. I got them in the desert myself. Still. Happy birthday Saya, I know it ain't much, at least not what anyone can see. But do me a favour, yeah? Take a look inside the petals of the largest flower." Inside could be found a boat ticket to Paldea, oh the look he imagined there'd be on her face when he put that in there, it was priceless. "I'll see you there, yeah?" -Alistair.

Saya notices the flowers on her bike right away. The pops of color stand out immediately against the desert and rusted parts of the bike. She steadily approaches, an air of curiosity around her as she spots the note. She takes that first, starting to read over it. As soon as she read the first few lines, she already knew who it was from almost immediately.

Alistair.

Suddenly, the flowers and note became much more touching, and much more personal. She picks up the bouquet carefully, looking over the flowers. The arrangement was... something, but she didn't think to dwell on it for long at all. The fact that he took time to not only find the flowers in the desert, and put them together for her like this... She even spotted a few desert roses. It felt like her heart was going to melt right out of her ribcage.

She continued reading the note, brows knitting together for a moment. The largest flower... Saya did as the note read, soon pulling out a ticket. A ticket to Paldea. That sly fucker. Now she wouldn't have to worry about how she was going to get there. The idea of being caught, or somehow not making it. It was all but guaranteed. Saya felt the burn of tears behind her eyes, a feeling she quickly blinked away. Of course he would include that - he thought of everything, really.

There was a tiny, genuine laugh that left her at the final line, heartbeat loud in her ears.

"Course I'll see y'there, asshole. Yer gonna be th'first person I go n' find."

#🌵 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒅 / ic.#🌵 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 / answered.#long post #🥺😭 SHAKES YOU SHAKES YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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hellaverse-critical-confessions · 9 months

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Hey what about these demons?

They are my favs

I would show more but tumblr does not allow

Oh yeah, absolutely! I was gonna go over the sea critter demons in subsequent posts... but I guess I could leave some thoughts here-

I have no idea what these two are but they're Very Silly. The big ole ruffles and hats/sleeves contrasting their skeletal bodies give them a fun look. Guessing they're from Greed, since it's also green and circus themed? But they don't resemble any kind of hellborn demon we know, nor are they sinners, since those can't access other rings. I think that means there are a lot more local species in Hell than we've been shown! (Still waiting to see those "possessors" whose existence was suggested on the mafia sharks ref sheet. There's also "dealmakers", I think? We're on to season two and stuff like this is still super unclear. Pretty sad.)

This is Limón and I love him. He looks so chill. The type of guy you'd smoke weed with. You can observe another case of "compulsively giving characters chokers" syndrome but he makes it work. And I like his hairstyle too. In conclusion, he's a cutie.

I just can't understand the people simping over Chaz when this dude is literally right here. I mean, c'mon.

(My only gripe is the fleshy gap around his arm like a chewed apple core. It makes him look... zombie-like? Bones occasionally sticking out of shark demons is one thing, but this makes him appear less demonic and more undead. Also raises all sorts of questions.)

Fella on the right is Turkoyz and they're nonbinary! Ain't that nice representation. Especially when it's a background character you'll miss entirely if you blink at the wrong time and has no in-episode indication of their identity whatsoever.

...Okay, that was salty. I just feel like, for a queer show, they could use to have at least one openly nonbinary character.

But I like their design. Funky stripes and color scheme. Nice tank top and collar. As for the jellyfish, they're cool and delightfully creature-like, but there happens to be another jellyfish demon that I prefer...

I just think she's adorable. The flower is... a bit weird, with the pentagram detail (it's small, yet intricate, which makes it stand out amidst the otherwise broad and simple shapes), but she's just an armless girlie in a big ole ball of jelly, with tiny horns. Which is so real of her. I also like the purple.

Ah, Alessio. The guy everyone and their grandmother ships with Crimson. I think he's alright. Colors are alright, shapes are alright. (The red was inevitable.) Dude's got neck for days, too, which makes him stand out.

Took me way too long to realize that the tapeworm protrusions on his tail are actually a hook lodged into it. Distracted me for a hot moment, but I suppose it's fine.

Stu also has the red. I'm a bit "meh" on that particular red with his pinkish skin, but I do appreciate him overall. He's a succubus hybrid, which is neat. However he should NOT have hair. It looks so weird. Let him be bald.

Cool clowns! I like their desaturated outfits. First one is very shaped with the curves vs triangles. I worry for the second one, though... where are your feet?!

And Stella's rich asshole friends. Felt compelled to not separate the pair, partly because I like the lady's curves (she's not big, but just about the closest we'll get) and the sort of Cleopatra hairdo she has going on. In any case she's more refined looking than the guy, who's quite scruffy and gangly, but fun nonetheless. (Not as fun to animate, I imagine, with that many individual feathers... good thing he only gets a handful of shots to his name.)

#confession #?#more like #asks answered #I have fun with these can you tell #helluva boss

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cryptidofthekeys · 2 years

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Tiny Stowaway - Captain Magnum x Tiny!Eric Derekson

Sooo Imma be honest, I kinda fell for this ship hard n heavy after reading some fanfics about these two, this uh isn’t inspired by anything in particular but I think Magnum n Eric are p cute together ngl! So uh yeah!

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Death but also it does have actual Death in it, Anxiety/Anxiety Attacks, Panic Attacks, Guns, mentions technically of abuse (I mean, we all do kinda know Eric’s story soo yeye)

Captain Magnum was walking along the docks, his crew already way ahead of him and preparing the ship, loading certain items onto it, plenty of things to eat and drink, etc… Speaking of, the Captain glanced up at his ship, beaming with pride, he had a large grin on his face as he looked her up and down… T’was a beaut she was… The most beautiful ship to sail the seven seas or at least to him she was! He was prideful to own one of the biggest ships around, he was definitely one to brag but he wasn’t trying to be an asshole about anything, he wasn’t the type to go ‘Aye, look at me! I’m rich, yer not, I own SUCH a big ship, much bigger than any of ye!’ Nah, quite the contrast actually, he was a prideful man, and he took pride in his ship and his crew, he took pride in his accomplishments, and there was nothing truly wrong with that or at least he didn’t believe so anyways! Either way, Captain Magnum sucked in a deep breath, lifting up his belt, making sure his sword and other things didn’t accidentally slip off.

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And with that, he headed toward his pride and joy, one of his crew saluting, telling him that everything was accounted for and ready to go, the Captain grinned and patted them across the back “Aye! Good! Hoist the anchor and let us be settin’ sail!” The crew all nodded, as the captain boarded and looked around at his crew, he felt a smile on his face… The crew worked so hard, so hard to make sure everything was a-okay, nothing was broken, etc… He trusted them immensely so, he doesn’t know what he’d ever do without them actually, after all… What is a pirate without a crew? Captain Magnum shook his head, not wanting to think about that or dwell too much as the crew then hoisted the anchor and then The Captain walked up to the wheel, taking hold of it and deeply inhaling, he always loved roaming the seven seas… It was one of the best parts of being a pirate, the ocean held many mysteries, many things The Captain doesn’t think he’d ever truly understand, but he held an air of respect for the ocean nonetheless, disrespect out here will get you nowhere.

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The only place you’ll wind up going is sinking down to the bottoms, even those who give their respect to the sea can still fall victim to it… The sea had a mind of its own, it was absolutely unpredictable, nobody could ever predict its next move, the ocean… ‘Tis beautiful but dangerous, but Magnum, he liked that, he loved the thrill of setting sail on the ocean, the thrill of finding treasure, the a d v e n t u r e itself, that was the biggest thrill of all! Hell, Magnum could say he LIVES for it! He glanced out at the ocean, looking as his ship sailed so gracefully through it, and then he glanced back at his own crew, they were helping each other clean the ship, others were going to check the cannons and clean them if needed, then you had the one up top the ship, keeping an eye out for any rival pirate ships, things in the way, and or more importantly shore… Magnum also heard some chatter amongst the crew, nothing bad or anything like that, the crew all got along fairly well actually, they were all like a big family pretty much, they loved and cared about one another very much and Magnum wouldn’t have it any other way.

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In a strange sort of way, he almost felt like he was their father… Which he also certainly didn’t mind, in fact he’d be delighted if the crew saw him that way! The thought made him grin like an idiot as he turned the wheel around, making sure to keep going the direction he wanted, he had studied the map long and hard enough to know where his next target was, it was a fairly large island, there were claims to be some kind of very unique and strange treasures that had been buried there long ago and well where there was treasure to be found…

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You’d find the Captain himself there already claiming the spoils, he had quite the reputation actually, not many didn’t know of Captain Magnum, especially the other pirates out there… Magnum was infamous and of course he took pride in that, knowing that not many would dare challenge him, he didn’t have to worry about his crew that much then… Magnum was always soft, gentle, and kind… A gentle giant if you will to the crew and of course likewise to anyone who showed him and the crew the respect they all deserved, but to enemies? Magnum could be very fierce, he could be aggressive and intimidating when he truly needed to be… He didn’t get where he was today without that sort of thing, and then he snapped his attention toward two crew members in particular, he called out to them and they immediately rushed over, saluting “Cap’n?” Magnum smiled at them, the crew were definitely attentive, it was good to be attentive out here in the ocean “Me dear ol’ mateys… I need ye to steer th’ ship fer me fer a bit, I got some business ‘t take care of” The two crew members saluted once more “Aye aye Cap’n!” Magnum grinned and patted them on the shoulders as he then stepped away.

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Magnum headed to the back, down the stairs, he was going to his own little cabin at the bottom… Meanwhile… Down in the Captain’s Cabin… Unbeknownst to the crew and even the Captain himself, lay hidden a stowaway… However, this stowaway was MUCH different than any normal kind you’d see sneaking onto a ship, no… This one in particular was much smaller than any normal stowaway was, in fact he was tiny to be more specific, far too small to ever be noticed unless someone was trying to look for him specifically that it but that’s the thing, nobody knew he was even on this ship, in fact this stowaway had no idea he’d be boarding either, see it was never his intention to get mixed up in all this, he had been running from some others trying to chase him down, they honestly looked like pirates, he had little to no knowledge on pirates at all and one other thing… Little did this tiny stowaway know, he had just accidentally boarded a ship FULL of them…

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The tiny man looked around, he had found himself on top of what appeared to be a desk, he saw some maps, books, a feather pen and some ink, and then he turned toward the pile of gold that had been stacked so neatly on the desk, he was in awe of this, his jaw dropped even more upon seeing gold and gems all piled up in a corner of the cabin, w o a h… Whoever owned this ship had it made! So many treasures, it was so cool… And just then the tiny gave a yelp when he heard loud booming footsteps coming down, shit… Someone was coming! He needed to hide and fast, he looked around and quickly dove behind the gold, clutching his chest and covering his mouth, sure there was no way whoever it was would hear him, what with the creaking of the cabin itself and then the sounds of the ocean right outside he didn’t hold a candle to making any notable noises… He flinched when he heard the door slam open and then shut, hearing the footsteps walking closer, he heard a man sigh “Aye… Me treasure’s still intact…” As it always was, but it never hurt to check on it just in case, now he never suspected his crew to be thieves, don’t get him wrong, he’d never accuse them like that.

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But anyone could easily sneak aboard and try stealing his treasure, and he couldn’t have that… The Captain sighed as he walked over, his log legs always did make the loudest noises, he could never truly be sneaking with those and his height thanks to them sadly… He then sat down at his desk and got to work, pulling out a piece of paper and then the trusty feather pen.

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The tiny stowaway slowly peered from behind the gold, his eyes widening at what he saw… S-Shit…! It’s another pirate! That made his heart start beating much faster than it already was, he could feel his anxiety starting to weigh down heavily upon him, o-okay… This wasn’t good b-but! It… It wasn’t the end of the world! …S-So long as he didn’t get caught! …But then again, he had never been lucky, in fact he was convinced he was cursed, after all… So many bad things have happened to him, his family, even animals aren’t safe when he’s around… He’s a walking disaster just waiting to happen to everyone or so he feels, in fact he hadn’t always been this small, he couldn’t remember what or how it happened but suddenly he had just shrank… And of course, the pirates didn’t care, they figured he was some kinda magical creature or something, anything that’d fetch them a high price so he had become a target.

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He sighed, knowing that it didn’t matter since the other couldn’t hear him, he had always felt like such a burden to everyone around him, especially to his dad… …He hates to think about what would happen if his dad found him right now, found him like this . . . N-No… No no …He couldn’t focus on that right now, he-he needed to be alert and present, if he started thinking about all those horrible things, about his d-dad… He’d surely go into a panic attack, he watched cautiously as the black-bearded pirate scrawled something down onto the paper, he couldn’t make out what it was however. He heard the pirate hum a tune, it sounded like some kind of sea shanty, it was actually really pleasant and made the tiny feel a bit more relaxed.. He continued to watch as the pirate scrawled out, the sounds of the creaking cabin, the ocean’s waves roaring just outside, then the sounds of the pen scribbling down on paper, and finally the Captain’s gently humming, it was a very peaceful blend… Even if this was a pirate ship, full of pirates and… And… …Okay, yeah, no… The tiny man needed to stay focused, he needed to find a way out.

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It’d be hard given he had two prosthetic feet, in fact he wasn’t even sure how he managed to get up on this desk without falling or worse… But somehow, he managed… He wasn’t going to question it too much right now, he’s just thankful to even still be alive… He continued to watch the captain write for a bit before he suddenly finished, placing the pen back into the ink, he carefully rolled up the paper and then he grabbed some small rope, tying a careful knot around the center, once that was finished he stood up and grabbed a bottle, popping the cork off and then placing the message inside, he then sealed it up again with the cork and sighed deeply “...I hope this be reachin’ ye… Wherever ye are me matey…” With that he walked over to one of the windows, opening it real quick and casting the bottle out into the ocean before quickly shutting it, he smiled, albeit a saddened one, he even whispered a prayer under his breath that the message would reach the right person and then he turned back and headed back toward the desk, as he did so, he grunted as he accidentally bumped it which caused the gold to shake momentarily, the tiny man’s eyes widened in fear as he looked up to the golden tower shaking.

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And then, much to his dismay the gold had begun to fall, it was going to come right down on top of him if he didn’t move! The tiny man quickly dove out of the way but some of the gold pieces had caught his prosthetics and pinned them down, he let out a startled yelp when this happened, suddenly falling flat on his stomach, he began to struggle, trying to pry himself free but the golden coins were not budging in the slightest… He then heard a surprised gasp…

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His eyes widened slightly, knowing exactly what he was about to see, but he didn’t want to even turn around. For a moment the whole world had frozen, he could feel eyes on him, he knew he had been caught, he knew the pirate had seen him, and the worst part? This time… He couldn’t get away, he wasn’t strong enough to push himself free from the gold… A large shadow then loomed over him all of a sudden, tears began pricking his eyes as he slowly glanced up, and just like he knew… It was the pirate, he was looking down, staring directly at the tiny being in pure shock… The tiny stowaway could feel his entire body tense up, he felt his breathing start to become heavy and ragged, his heart was pounding in his chest, he was struggling even more now, even despite knowing it was useless, there was no way he could free himself, he began to think of all the horrible things that was going to happen to him, he began to think about the worst possible scenarios for this situation, this was it… He was going to be sold off as some mythical creature or something, or worse he was going to die, he didn’t like either outcome, in fact he dreaded it.

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Meanwhile… Captain Magnum was at a complete loss for words, he had no idea what he was really staring at… There was a tiny… Human…? Er, something like that, laying on his desk, trapped under some of the gold coins, to make matters worse he could see the other beginning to cry, he could hear the sobbing and the worst of all? He could hear the panic attack that was brewing, Magnum was still at a loss for words but nonetheless, the lad was in trouble… He gently reached a gloved hand down, he could see the other staring up at him in horror before letting out a terrified wail, the tiny squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for the inevitable… The inevitable that was not coming that is, as Magnum gently swept the coins off and away, he then gently scooped the other up into his hands, making sure to cup them together so he didn’t accidentally drop the other, that’s when the Captain noticed… The lad had prosthetics just like himself, oh goodness… The tiny being’s lucky them gold pieces didn’t crush those entirely! He could feel the other shaking in his hands, the tiny’s eyes shot open the moment he was scooped up, eyes darting around in fear, always landing back on Magnum in the end.

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“Aye lad-” Captain Magnum noticed the other’s hands shoot up to cover his ears, that’s when he cleared his throat, lowering his voice as best he could “Ye alright, lad? Yer prosthetics ain’t be damaged now are they?” The tiny man didn’t speak, he was still breathing heavily and ragged, he had uncovered his ears though which was good, Magnum wasn’t being too loud now, but the other could still see so many bad things happening, he felt like his fate was still sealed, he at the very least pulled out his comfort blankie and began to fidget wildly, he didn’t care if the other laughed at him, he needed to… He-He just couldn’t… Magnum sighed “Hey, hey… P-Please lad… Calm yer breathin’, I promise I’m not gonna hurt ya…” However the tiny man just wasn’t listening, he was still crying and sobbing, fidgeting wildly with his blanket… Shit, Magnum was NEVER the best at proper comfort but he had to rack his brain and FAST… He then got an idea, he didn’t know if it’d work, in fact it was a long shot but he had no choice, he needed to calm the other down SOMEWAY!

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Magnum then began to hum softly, he was humming that one sea shanty he knew by heart, he even began to sing in some parts. Now normally The Captain didn’t like to sing in front of others but this was a special case, the other desperately needed something to calm him down.

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He could hear the other struggling to breathe at this point, shit… He hoped this worked as he held the man closer to his chest, humming the sea shanty and gently swaying a bit, for a moment he had thought it was doing nothing but then… The tiny man’s sobs and cries were slowly dying down… His breathing was still a bit heavy and ragged but at least his cries were stopping, Magnum continued to hum, not staring down at the other in fear he’d make the other panic again… The tiny man could feel the vibrations, being this close to the other’s chest, the soft gentle humming and swaying, and then he could also hear the other’s heartbeat, it was… Oddly soothing despite being in the hands of a giant pirate, he went from spiraling down with so many thoughts into an anxiety attack only to start being lifted up from that spiral before he could faint… He felt himself calming down ever so slightly so that was a good start.

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Magnum noticed immediately that the other’s cries and sobs had died down first and foremost. Secondly he could also feel the other’s body begin to stop shaking so this WAS working, he continued to hum and sway as gently as he possibly could… Still not looking at the other, this continued on for a long while until Magnum felt the other stop shaking entirely and when his breathing became normal again, after that The Captain slowly stopped his humming and swaying and looked down at the other, he felt the other tense up slightly but that was it, his expression was soft “Aye… Ye alright now laddie? Ye seemed to be in lotsa distress there…” The tiny being looked down for a second, looking at his hands that weren’t shaking so badly, he sucked in a deep breath before looking back up at the other one “...I-I… I’m um.. I uh, I’m go… Good…” He had a pretty bad stutter it seemed, fumbling over his words which only seemed to cause him more distress “Good… Yer alright, I promise yer safe here lad… ‘M not gonna hurt ye” This made the other blink in surprise, looking up to the other, he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before speaking.

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“B-But… A-Aren’t you a uh, a um… o-oh god… a uh, a pi… pir… a uh, a p-pi-pirate…?!” He finally got there, taking a deep breath. He wishes he didn’t struggle with talking so much, it’s another thing his dad hated about him… Magnum however brought no attention to the stutter which was surprising, he did raise a brow however “Aye, that I am… I don’t uh, see what that’s got ‘ta do with me hurtin’ ya though and- . . . Wait just a moment… Yer tellin’ me ye don’t recognize me? Like, look at me face, it don’t look even the slightest bit familiar to ya?” The tiny blinked in confusion at this before looking up at the other, he took a moment before shaking his head “N-No… No I-I… I uhhh, er… I don’t r-recognize you… s-s-so… sorry…!” Magnum looked shocked by this before shaking his head “No reason ‘t apologize laddie, while I do admit ye got me shocked by that, after all, not many ‘round these here parts that don’t know of th’ infamous Captain Magnum…!” He beamed with pride, still being mindful of his voice surprisingly enough, this made the other blink “Captain… M-Mag… Magnum…?” He repeated, the other nodding “Aye, that be me name…! Ye, er, may just call me Magnum if ye’d like… What do they call ye, lad?”

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The tiny one blinked and looked around “...T-They…? Wh-What? I… I uh, I do-don’t um… I don’t understand…” Magnum chuckled at that “I mean yer name lad, what be yer name?” The other’s face turned slightly red in embarrassment at not getting what the other meant sooner “So…Sorry… I um… I’m Eric… E-Eric…” He paused, he was struggling again…

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He was struggling to say his own name, he kept stuttering over himself and then he made a distressed sound before apologizing to Magnum who merely shook his head “Yer alright… Take all the time ye be needin’ okay? No rush…!” That made the other look up, wow… Usually, people would have already gotten frustrated with his stuttering and attempts to speak, his dad always did, his dad would always scream at him for the stutter, even though he couldn’t control it, he remembers the awful things his dad said to him but here Magnum was, being so kind, patient, and polite as could be and he was a PIRATE no less… Even a pirate, one who supposedly pillages, takes what they want, etc… Even a literal pirate was more kind than his father could ever hope to be… This made the other pause, taking a deep breath “...M-My name is… Eric… E-Eric Derekson b-but uh… P-Please just, um, uh, oh jeez… J-Just call me Eric…” Magnum hummed and gave a nod to that “Eric, aye?” The tiny one nodded and then Magnum grinned “Well then, tis nice ‘ta meet ye, Eric…! Glad ‘t have ye on board me ship! Me pride and joy she is… Although, I do got some questions fer ye… How exactly d i d ye board me ship? An’ w h e n did ye board it exactly?”

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Eric looked down, fidgeting with his blanket a little, that could usually help him out a lot, it helped to have his comfort item with him even if people, much like his dad usually made fun of him for it… Magnum however wasn't, which was another thing to throw Eric off guard “I-I’m sorry… I-I don’t um.. I don’t mean to in-intru… intrude… I-I just… I um, w-well…” Eric began to explain how he boarded the ship, what happened and when it happened, by the end of that he took a deep breath, gently clutching at his yellow blankie “...S-So um… y-yep… That uh, that’s what happened…” Magnum’s brows were furrowed, he looked pretty upset by that and it made Eric worry before his gaze quickly softened “Ay, no no… ‘M not mad at ye, Eric… Th’ thoughts of them bilge rats doin’ that… Yer a livin’ being, ye breathe the same air as us, now, look… I may be a Pirate meself but I’ll tell ye right now lad, yer ‘t have no fears of being sold here, because so long as I’m with ye… I won’t allow it” Eric looked surprised by this statement “W-Wait… You… You aren’t going to, u-uh, sell me for gold or wh-what uh, um… Whatever it… it is?” Magnum shook his head, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

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“Nah, if I want me some more gold, I’ll steal it, th’ ol’ fashioned way, ain’t about ‘t start sellin’ anything…! Ye’ll be protected like one of me own crew, usually I don’t take too kindly to er… Stowaways BUT, I don’t think I’ll have to worry ‘bout ye causin’ any trouble… An’ if them scurvy dogs even THINK ‘bout showin’ their faces again, I’ll have ‘em keelhauled…!” Magnum exclaimed, this made Eric blink and then look down at his blanket for a moment, he was still fidgeting with the blanket… …Maybe not ALL pirates are supposedly bad, while he still didn’t fully trust Magnum just yet, and understanding all that pirate lingo was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, he wasn’t AS scared as he was a few moments ago, he gasped when he felt movement, it was The Captain walking over and sitting back at his desk, he gently placed Eric back on the desk “Now back to me question from earlier, lad… Can ye stand? I mean… Is yer prosthetics broken or anythin’?” Eric blinked and looked down, he was always embarrassed about his prosthetics, lots of people and of course his dad would make fun of them… He tried standing and luckily for him they weren’t damaged, maybe a little scratched but nothing that would make it hard to walk.

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“Y…You uh… Your… Um, er… Y-You aren’t… Going to make, uhh, make fun of them or-or- anything like th-that?” Magnum shook his head “I am ‘ta assume ye’ve been made fun of before, arr?” Eric sadly nodded and this made The Captain sigh, he stood up and stood back, he made sure when he lifted his leg up for the other to see he didn’t bump the desk… Eric gasped at this “Yo…You… You have p-prosthetics… t-too…?” The Captain nodded, looking at his log legs, gently patting at the log “Arr, that I do laddie, that I do…” He then lowered his leg back down “And aye, I’ve been made fun of by others… Even now, I can still hear them whispers from people, they think I ain’t be hearin’ em but… I do” Magnum cleared his throat, looking a bit disheartened “...Sometimes ye just gotta tune ‘th filthy dogs out… I know it ain’t easy, but if ye’ll stop listening to all those whispers, if ye learn to start ignoring ‘em, ye’ll get more confident over time, I tuned ‘em all out, I’d just like ‘t remind ye of one thing, Eric…” Magnum sat back down in his seat and gently reached a gloved finger out, the other was confused before taking a gentle hold of it, albeit shakily and nervously, it seemed to be what Magnum wanted though.

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“Don’t let ANY scurvy dog, don’t ye EVER let anyone, and I mean ANYONE… Tell ye that ye can’t do somethin’ just because of yer prosthetics… Ye can do so many things in life, even with how small ye be, size, disabilities, none’o that matters… Ye can do whatever ye set yer mind to…” Eric blinked, glancing up into The Captain’s eyes despite tears pricking his and making it hard to see at the moment, he took one hand and wiped them away, he then smiled, the other understood exactly… The Captain understood him, he had rarely e v e r been around someone like him, someone with prosthetics that is… It was refreshing, to be around someone who understood the struggles, another thing Eric noticed is that the other’s legs were made out of huge logs, jeez… He must’ve been v e r y strong to be able to walk around with those… That strength should probably worry Eric, because that means he could e a s i l y get hurt but then he thought about how gentle Magnum had been with him so far, it was… Such an interesting contrast “...Th-Thank you… I-I’ll remember that, al… Always…” The Captain smiled brightly, slowly taking his finger away from Eric’s grasp and then gently patting the other on the head.

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“Aye… No problem, lad…” Magnum’s heart swooned upon seeing the other smile, that smile was so gentle, so genuine… And seeing the other begin relaxing around him also made him feel much better, it was strange though now that Captain Magnum thought about it, he was curious… “Speakin’ of, if ye don’t mind me askin’ o’course… Have ye always been this small?” Eric shook his head “...I-I… N-No… I um, er, I uh, wa-wasn’t… I don’t…” He paused for a moment to collect himself and gather his words before continuing “I do-don’t remember… What uh, what hap-happened… I-I was normal size o-one moment and uh, then like, I uh, I…” He trailed off and just gestured to himself, The Captain blinked in surprise, stroking at his beard for a moment before shrugging “I be Bum-squabbled on this one…” He glanced down, noticing Eric’s completely dumbfounded expression, he couldn’t help but chuckle “Oh laddie… I mean I’m confused just like ye be by that word” Eric then realized “O-Ohh…” He looked away in embarrassment but it only made Magnum laugh “Don’t be embarrassed, lad…! Ye’ll learn me Pirate-speak, in due course me lad, in due course…” Eric nodded, he could KINDA understand that last one.

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“Although ye sayin’ ye were normal sized before…” Magnum paused, clearing his throat.

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“I don’t know how much me crew and I can do… But, if ye want, we’ll try ‘t help ye, just give th’ word and we’ll be on th’ lookout fer some kinda… Cure? Or, whatever ye may need to get ye back to normal size” Eric blinked, wow… The Captain was so willing to go out of his way, so willing to already help him out, and for nothing it seemed, he wasn’t asking for gold or anything like that… But Eric had to make sure “Yo…You uh, w-what uh, um… I-I don’t have… any er… a-any gold or-” Magnum held up a hand “That’s alright laddie, ye don’t gotta worry about payment, I want to help ye, might not seem like much like a Pirate, ‘t offer help without some form of payment but… Fer once, I’m insistin’ this… Will ye let me crew and I help?” Eric looked down in thought, wow… He really WAS just wanting to help… This was so strange to Eric, he expected when he had first been caught this was all over, this was where he was going to be captured or worse but here he was, on a desk with a Pirate looking down at him with the softest expression, it’s an expression Eric hadn’t seen from someone in a long time… It warmed his heart.

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“...I… Y-Yeah… Um, I would uh, uhhh…” He paused again “...I’d love help, yeah… W-With um, with this…” He gestured to himself “...W-Wi-With the tiny… problem…” Magnum nodded “Well then ye have me word, we’ll try ‘t help ye in any way we can! Speakin’ of… Ye really should be gettin’ acquainted with me crew… Since yer gonna be stickin’ ‘round fer a while… Ye want me to introduce ye right now, or would ye prefer waitin’ awhile?” Eric thought about it for a moment before shrugging “I-I guess… I-I might as well.. J-Just uh, um… C-Can we… l-like, take it… Take it slow…? I-I mean…” Eric felt a little embarrassed by the way he phrased that but The Captain merely laughed and gently patted him on the head “Aye lad, I get yer meanin’ no worries…! I’ll introduce ye one at a time, just don’t be scared, me hearties are all lovely once ye get ‘t know ‘em! We might can be fearsome at times but only when we need ‘t be”

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Eric nodded at this and then Magnum held out his hand, flat on the desk so Eric could easily climb up onto it. The tiny man stared for a moment, looking at the giant gloved hand before him, it felt so strange, not being scared anymore… It felt like he was supposed to be but considering how Magnum has helped him so far? …He’s just not sure yet, besides nothing good much e v e r happens to Eric, why would this be any different? For all he knows The Captain could be luring him into a false sense of security …But even then, did Eric REALLY have that much of a choice at this point? There is CERTAINLY no way he could EVER hope to return to normal on his own, there’s no way he could find any sort of cure or whatever needed to fix this situation on his own so in reality he didn’t have much of a choice here, either way he walked over and gently began to climb up and onto The Captain’s hand.

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Eric could properly feel the leather beneath him now since he wasn’t panicking, this felt so… Weird… Being palm sized was something Eric didn’t think he could ever get used to in all honesty, he just hoped it wouldn’t take too long to get back to normality… He wanted to get this all over with and he didn’t want to get chased by any more pirates! With that, Captain Magnum stood up, being careful and holding Eric toward his chest for more support. “Let’s get th’ lil meet n greet over with, because I’m sure ye don’t wanna be surrounded by others fer too long, aye?” Eric shook his head “N-Not really…” And with that Magnum began to walk off, he was walking back up the stairs and then out of the cabin’s doors, he stood tall, watching the others salute.

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“Listen up, me hearties! We gots us a new crew member on me ship!” The Captain was mostly covering Eric in his hands right now, and while Magnum was being louder, being cradled in his hands like this, it kinda muffled the noise in a way… Eric could hear the crew making some questioning sounds and this caused him to fidget with his blanket more, he was taking some deep breaths, oh… He hated meeting new people… It’s not that he hated people! No no, it’s just all the anxiety begins to swell up and it just… It was a disaster… And then he could see much more light, he was being held up ever so slightly and then his breath hitched in his throat when he saw the crew members all turn to stare at him, all eyes were on him and that made him e x t r a nervous, especially when they all came closer to get a better look at him, he was shaking as he waved a hand “U-Um… Uh… O-Oh god… H…Hiiii…?” The others seemed shocked to hear him speak like that, and then they all began asking questions and being way too loud it made Eric whimper and cover his ears.

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Magnum’s expression turned into a scowl which immediately silenced the crew, just one look alone from The Captain was always enough “Me hearties… Ye need ‘t be understandin’ somethin’ here… Th’ lad be tiny, his ears be much more sensitive than ours, and ye don’t need ‘ta all be crowdin’ ‘round him…! He be an anxious feller… O n e at a time now, ye hear?” The crew nodded in understanding, now quieting down much more, they lined up and then Eric was slowly uncovering his ears, they all made sure to not get too close and give him the space he needed, first introduction was Eric himself… He was trying so hard but somehow his stutter seemed to worsen, and then Captain Magnum whispered to him “It’s okay lad, take yer time… There be no rush here…” Eric glanced back toward The Captain who was smiling so softly down at him, he nodded and took a deep breath, eventually he introduced himself, he made sure he was loud enough to be heard as well.

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The crew seemed to hear him loud and clear as they then began introducing themselves, one at a time, in a single file line, likewise none stood too close or asked any questions, it was a matter of simple introductions, as Magnum had warned them not to overwhelm the boy with any questions, it eventually went from Eric saying hi to changing it up to merely waving, he didn’t want to sound like a broken record over and over again nor wear his voice out… Eventually the crew finished their introductions and stood, waiting for Magnum’s orders presumably “Now, I trust ye all with all me heart… But, there is to be some rules set… I know we ain’t be the most careful out there, I mean what pirate i s careful?” The Captain chuckled along with the rest of the crew but then his tone suddenly got serious “But fer now, ‘til we can get Eric’s situation here handled, ye are all ‘t be much more mindful, be more careful ‘round him”

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“And ye are ‘t defend him like one of ye own if he were ‘t get into any danger, remember, Eric is an honorary member of me crew now, he’s just like ye all…! Ye must treat him equally, now I’m sure that be no trouble with ye all, now is it?” The crew shook their heads, and vowed to protect Eric as they would one another, repeating that he is now an honorary member of the crew, they vowed to help with the situation as well in any way The Captain or Eric needed them too… This made Eric tear up a little bit, so many people… Showing him so much care, it just… It just wasn’t something he was used to… The Captain noticed Eric tearing up and brought him up to his face “...L-Lad…? Ar… Are ye alright…? This too much fer ye?”

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“If this be too much fer ye… I can take ye back down to me Captain’s Quarters…” Eric shook his head “N-No I… I s-swe… swear.. I… I uh, I’m fine… J-Just… Th…Thank you for uh, for um.. For helping…” Captain Magnum smiled “Tis no problem lad, ‘m sure we’ll have ye back ‘t normal in no time~!” Magnum beamed to which Eric smiled at, he then flinched upon hearing one of the crew yell out “Land Ahoy!” Captain Magnum’s eyes widened at this, he suddenly had a big grin on his face, he walked over a bit more quickly than Eric could handle and now the little one was dizzy “Shiver me timbers! Land already?” He then looked down and apologized to Eric upon noticing the other looked dizzy, Captain Magnum then looked over and sure enough he saw it… The shore… Beautiful land that held many beautiful treasures, all for the taking “Yo ho ho!” He exclaimed, absolutely delighted by this, this made Eric smile slightly, he liked hearing the other sound so happy, there was something about it… The tiny yelped slightly when Magnum held him up “Look lad… Thar she is… Land-ho… And ‘tis a beauty, because where there be land, there be treasure, all fer our taking…~!”

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Captain Magnum then glanced down “And who knows… Maybe we might find somethin’ ‘t help ye with yer situation, I can’t say fer certain but ye never truly know what ye’ll find with these things” Eric nodded, he would’ve been hopeful but he’s accepted that bad things usually happen to him, he doesn’t figure he’ll ever get lucky enough… Captain Magnum held Eric closely to his chest “Hold on tight lad, we’re about ‘t hit th’ shore…” Eric nodded and held on close to the other’s chest, he could hear the other’s heartbeat, it was quicker now, presumably due to the excitement… After a few minutes, Eric felt the ship rumble and vibrate, the crew had somewhat stumbled but Captain Magnum stood perfectly still, there was hardly any movement Eric could truly feel, jeez… He truly wondered just how strong and sturdy this man was…? Captain Magnum then looked back down at Eric “...Do ye want ‘t go with us, or would ye prefer ‘t stay on me ship? Cause I’ll warn ye right now… Th’ land be full of dangerous and we’ll be out there diggin’ I don’t want ‘t lose ye lad…”

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Eric thought about this for a moment, it would be a HUGE risk for him to go out onto land like that, if he were to fall off somewhere he could well, for one could get injured super easily or worse, he could die… …It was too big of a risk, he shook his head “...I… I want to stay on… On th-the… the um… y-your… your uh, your sh-ship” Magnum nodded “Alright, I’ll leave ye right here” Magnum placed the tiny one onto the podium-esque part of the wheel, it was the safest and most stable area that he was close to right now “Usually I don’t believe in leavin’ me crew behind, but fer once this is a risk I just don’t wanna be takin’... I’ll leave ye with another member however, ye won’t be alone…” Captain Magnum looked around and then pointed, gesturing for one of the crew members to come over “Ye are ‘t stay behind an’ watch Eric, ye have yer weapons ready just in case, ye never know when any other pirates be comin’ up…” The crew member nodded and saluted “Aye aye Cap’n…! Ya have me word, swear on me life, nobody will harm the little crewmate…! I’ll protect ‘im with me life, sir” Captain Magnum smiled, patting the other on the shoulder “Good lad’ And with that Magnum was off, getting off the ship along with several other crew members, and just like that Eric and the one crew member were left behind.

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If Eric remembers correctly their name was… Bailey…? …Gods he hoped he was remembering their name right, he’d feel very guilty if he wasn’t, he fidgeted with his blanket, it was silent…

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‘Bailey’ patrolled around the ship for a bit, keeping their weapons close and making sure no enemies were enclosing, they took what Magnum said very seriously, it was interesting to Eric… …He doesn’t think he would be cut out for a pirate in all honesty, even if he were to get back to normal size, he just didn’t have the guts for something like that, after all… Magnum seemed so confident in himself, in his crew, just confident in general and man… Eric wishes he could be like Magnum in a way, he wished he had the confidence the other did… After a bit, Bailey came over and knelt down, Eric was looking at them and for a bit it was silent, he was worried, did he do something wrong…? Were they mad at him? But before his thoughts could spiral too much they grinned at him “Can I talk to ye fer a moment, Eric?” …Okay that made his breath hitch in his throat, he never liked the ‘can we talk’ with no explanation beforehand, he ALWAYS assumed and feared he was in some kind of trouble.

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Bailey seemed to recognize this and they shook their head “Oi, relax lad… Yer not in any sort’o trouble, I wanna talk about the cap’n fer a moment” Eric blinked in surprise, Magnum…? … “Wh-What… uh, wha…what about him…?” The sailor grinned widely “The Cap’ns sweet on ye” Eric choked on his own saliva momentarily, he was coughing and spluttering and that made Bailey panic a moment, they gently brought their hand up and used a finger to pat him on the back “Easy boy, easy…!” Eric continued to splutter for a moment before finally regaining some composure, his face was flushed entirely as he looked back to the sailor “...W-Wh-What?!” He panicked-ly shouted, he hadn’t meant to but it came out that way, meanwhile Bailey nodded “Aye, it be the truth lad…! The Cap’ns sweet on ye, I can tell… I’ve been workin’ with me Cap’n fer y e a r s now laddie, I know when me Cap’n gets sweet on someone, it ain’t happened in a long time but I can see it~ The way he looks at ye, the way he talks to ye, the way he a c t s around ye… It’s obvious” Eric shook his head “I-I-I… bu.. But… U-Uh, wh… Why... Why me though? W-What could h…he u-um, see in so-some.. Some-uh, someone like m-me?”

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Bailey gave him a gentle smile “...Oi lad, don’t be like that… Yer a sweet one…! It ain’t often we pirates see someone as sweet as yerself, and I can’t speak fer the Cap’n on this one, there’s just somethin’ about ye he seems to like… I do have a question fer ye though” Eric blinked in confusion as he looked up at Bailey “...Do ye feel th’ same?” Eric made an absolutely distressed sound at that, Bailey put their hands up in defense “Woah woah.. Easy there me bucko…! Ye don’t gotta answer if ye don’t want to, in fact if ye really want we can drop th’ subject…!” Bailey felt like maybe they were pushing it a bit too far and were prepared to back off but Eric shook his head “...I…I… U-um, uh, w-well… Uh, I, kinda, I… I…” There was a pause, Eric trying desperately to get his words together, fumbling over most of them before he sighed “...I…I don’t… I don’t know…” Bailey nodded “Aye, I respect that lad, listen, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t tryna pressure ye into fallin’ fer our beloved Cap’n… That ain’t what this is about, just call me curious if ye’d like” They chuckled before continuing on.

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“But, I will say… Cap’n… He can be a bit rough ‘round the edges… He can seem downright intimidatin’ even but I assure ye, he’s a sweet man underneath all that rough n toughness, once ye get to know him, again, not gonna force ye, I ain’t about that… So the choice is yers in the end, there’ll be no consequences either way… But, all I’m askin’ is that maybe… Just maybe, try givin’ him a chance…?” There was a long pause, Eric seemingly thinking about this.

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Well if anyone would know, he was sure one of Magnum’s own crew would… After all, they said they have worked with the man for y e a r s now, even said he was sweet on someone at one point, he wondered about that, and then he got to thinking… Eric thought about the way Magnum had been so gentle with him so far, so kind, caring, and considerate… It seemed like such a contrast for him to be that way, he seemed like the strong stoic type in all honesty, another thing Eric wishes he could be… Strong and stoic, he wishes he could be confident like Magnum was, he almost envies that about the other… Eric kept thinking about The Captain for a bit before he remembered Bailey was sitting there, waiting for an answer, he quickly cleared his throat and spoke up “I-I… u-Um… uh, er… w-well… …O-Okay… Y-Yeah I uh, I’ll try…” Bailey smiled at this “So long as yer comfortable lad, I don’t wanna pressure ye inta anything” Eric nodded at this and then Bailey stood up.

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“I best be gettin’ back ‘t patrollin’ the deck, lest the Cap’n comes back an’ catches me slack… ing…” Bailey began trailing off, their eyes widened as they looked out past the ship, this made Eric confused “B-Bai…Bailey…?” …God he hoped that was their name, oh jeez… “Wh-What’s… Wr-Wrong…?” Eric suddenly yelped as he heard what sounded like a gunshot, he quickly covered his ears after that, his breath had hitched in his throat, he was prepared for the worst… And sure enough, as he looked behind his eyes widened when he saw pirates, e n e m y pirates began to overtake the ship… And that’s when he realized… Those weren’t just any pirates, those were the exact same ones that tried to capture him earlier! And now he began to feel his heart pound in his chest, now there weren’t many of them, not NEARLY as many as Magnum had, he had a much bigger crew but the problem with that right now is that they weren’t here! They were gone! In search of treasures and there was no telling when they’d be back! He could see Bailey try their best to fight them off, however unfortunately their gun had jammed, they had tried to fight off with their trusty sword, even if the others had guns.

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Bailey had made a promise to their Captain, they had promised him they’d defend Eric with their very LIFE… And by the gods and goddesses they would fight to the death, sure enough, Eric watched in absolute horror as Bailey was struck down, he heard them cry out in pain, he quickly looked away, he… He couldn’t, he couldn’t look at them… He couldn’t watch… The tiny one was already thinking back to that one day… Thinking back to… To the bus… To his family, his brothers… O-Oh god, they all died in horrible ways, the only one to survive was Eric, and then he was thinking about his mom… He could feel his breath get caught in his throat, he couldn’t… The one thing to snap him out of the spiraling thoughts was a really rough hand gripping him f a r too tightly, he gasped out and practically screamed when he was face-to-face with that one from earlier, they blinked but then suddenly grinned, it wasn’t a friendly or nice grin, it was one that held a sinister undertone to it “Well well well boys… Look’a what we gots here~!” He spoke far too loudly, but Eric couldn’t reach up to cover his ears, he merely whimpered, tears pooling down his face.

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“Aww, th’ lil thing’s cryin…” He and his crew busted out laughing at Eric which just made him feel worse, he could barely breathe and it wasn’t just because the other was holding him far too tightly, his brain was going haywire, pulled between the thoughts of his brothers and his mom, then pulled to the thoughts of whatever horrible thing is about to happen to him…

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It was all too much, it was w a y too much… Eric couldn’t, he couldn’t handle it… He was in pain and his mind was spiraling, tears practically pouring out of his now trembling body, meanwhile the others only poked fun at him, laughing at him and even flicking at him, or just dangling him upside down, they were merely playing around with him before their presumed Captain spoke up “Ah.. Ye thought ye could get away from me? Nah, nothin’ e v e r escapes me~ I’ll track it down ta the ends’o the earth, and ye could fetch a pretty penny, whatever ye may be~!” He laughed along with his crew again “Now then… Yer comin’ back with me, and this time yer NOT gonna escape us, and hell… Since we be here, we’re even gonna commandeer this here ship, after all, nobody’s here ‘t stop us now are they, must not be very good’o pirates ta leave their ship unattended like this, not too bright~” Eric hated that they were making fun of Magnum but like he could really say anything, he spoke not a word, he was too far into the impending anxiety attack, in fact he was tuning them out now.

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Meanwhile that crew’s Captain kept poking and prodding, making fun of the pirates of this ship, even making fun of the ship itself, this continued for a few moments until his crew’s eyes widened, they looked absolutely petrified… They were even beginning to tremble, their Captain finally noticing, raising a brow “Aye, what’s wrong with ye?!” And then, he had noticed, there was a fairly large shadow looming over him, he had been so enraptured in his speech, in mocking and poking fun at this, and playing around with his tiny prisoner that he had failed to notice anyone that could’ve crept up… And that’s when his eyes widened as he looked back and saw just who owned this ship… That’s when he realized, he had completely fucked up… Captain Magnum was standing over him, a scowl in his expression before he grinned maliciously “...Aye lads, how it be goin’...? Ye havin’ f u n…? Ye filthy d o g s!” He howled, the other Captain’s crew immediately shook their heads and were about to run off before some of the crew shot at them and hit them, meanwhile Magnum had gripped the other by the throat as he tried to pull out his gun.

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Captain Magnum gently took Eric from the other’s grasp, looking down at the lad who was looking up at him through blurry tears “It’s alright now me lad… I’m here, Magnum’s here fer ye…” He softly spoke, Eric hearing that voice, while he was still shaking horribly and breathing heavily, he tried to focus on that mostly, and he tried to steady his own breathing, Magnum was here… E-Eric wasn’t going to die… He was here, and he was protecting him… Meanwhile Magnum was snarling at the other, still holding him by the throat with one hand “As fer y e… Ye filthy bilge-rat… I presume ye are th’ one who was chasin’ after me mate, he told me somethin’ like that… And ye know, I don’t take too kindly ta anyone botherin’ me friends, botherin’ th’ people I care about” And then Magnum roughly tossed him, the other Captain hollering out in pain as he collided with the large pole of the ship, his back felt like it was on fire and then Magnum approached, kneeling down and taking hold and wrenching the other’s chin to look him dead in the eyes… Eric was fidgeting with his blanket now as he watched the scene before him unfold, the blanket had always helped with calming him down.

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Magnum’s voice lowered this time when he spoke, not looking away from the other’s eyes “...I’ll see ye measured fer chains, ye filthy dog~” He grinned and laughed as he saw the other’s eyes widen in pure fear, Magnum told some of the crew to tie him up and get him prepared for later.

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Meanwhile Magnum looked at the others who had been shot, he gently cradled Eric to his chest first and foremost, making sure the other couldn’t see this as he walked over and began nudging at them with his log leg, they didn’t move at all so Magnum spoke up “Aye, go ahead an’ feed the fish me hearties, m’ sure they could use some food” The other members of the crew picked up the two other pirates and began casting them overboard… And that’s when Captain Magnum noticed, his eyes widened as some of the others were hovering over Bailey who was down, covered in some blood, he handed Eric to one of the others for a moment “Hang tight lad, just stick with them…” He didn’t want to run over with Eric in hand, that could be too jarring for him, after handing him off Magnum quickly sped over, kneeling down as best he could, a hand over his mouth as he looked over Bailey’s body… They were unconscious but the crew around had tried their best, attending the wound, making sure they covered it so the bleeding would stop.

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Once finished, Captain Magnum gently scooped Bailey up into his arms and placed his ear against their chest, all was silent as he listened for a few minutes, the only sounds that were made were from the ocean itself, nobody dared speak a word as Magnum listened, meanwhile Eric was fearing the absolute worst, this was what happened… Every time he was around someone, every single time he was around anything… If it could die, it did… Everything always died around him, animals, plants, and people alike… It was part of whatever curse he had, he swore it, he was already sure that there was no way Bailey survived, they had died just like everyone else in his life, that made him wonder if staying with Magnum was truly a good idea… What if Magnum met the same fate? What if- Before his thoughts could continue on, Magnum perked up, a smile on his face even though his eyes were teary “They be alive, mateys! They're alive!” Eric’s mouth fell agape in shock, the rest of the crew cheered, all Eric did was cover his ears but after hearing that, after hearing they were still alive, that made tears prick at his eyes, someone finally didn’t die with him around…

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“Here, here, get them down to their quarters, get them in bed an’ keep an eye on ‘em, we gots ‘t make sure th’ wound don’t be gettin’ infected…” The crew members who had been attending the wound nodded, gently scooping up Bailey and taking them away, Magnum felt an instantaneous relief wash over him, had they got here a second later… He knew it would’ve been too late for both Bailey and Eric alike, speaking of…Captain Magnum stood up and walked over, the crew member already holding Eric out for Magnum who gently scooped him back up into his hands… The Captain sighed, nuzzling Eric slightly who couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the beard tickling his face, after a few seconds Magnum pulled his face away and looked down at Eric “...Ye alright lad? Did he hurt ye anywhere? Did he break yer prosthetics or anythin’ because I s w e a r if he did I’ll-”

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Eric shook his head “N-No… I-I um, he… He just… He-He uh, s-scared me… I… I um, uh, I thought…” Eric took a moment, taking some deep breaths and gently brushing at the blanket in his hands “...I thought… I-I… M-Me and Bailey… W-We were g-gonna um, I…” Magnum gently cradled Eric into his chest as the other began to sob a little “Shhh shshsh… It be alright, laddie… I got ye… Yer safe now, yer safe with me, I promise ‘t always protect ye, whether ye be big or small… Ye’ll always be safe with me, ye have me word, a pirate’s promise…”

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And Eric could honestly say, while earlier he hadn’t trusted Magnum, he definitely trusted him now, and Eric would be lying if he said he didn’t feel safe for once, he felt completely safe in Captain Magnum’s hands, and it had been so v e r y very long since he had felt safe, in fact he can’t remember the last time he felt such a thing… …And then he thought back to Bailey’s words, he thought about what they had said, and as he thought about that, he couldn’t help but smile… …At this point, Eric would also be lying if he hadn’t been thinking about Magnum himself a good bit but, he was too exhausted to dwell on that right now, it seemed The Captain noticed the other’s exhaustion and smiled, it was a gentle one compared to the sinister grin he just gave that other pirate.

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He heard Magnum hum that same sea shanty from earlier and felt him begin to gently sway, this made Eric gently lay down in the palm of the other’s hands and close his eyes, he felt comfortable enough around the other to fall asleep, he… He trusted The Captain, he trusted him so wholeheartedly, eventually Eric fell asleep to the sounds of humming and the gentle swaying motion he felt, Magnum noticed this and paused but only for a moment “Goodnight, laddie… May yer dreams be as sweet as ye are…~” And then he continued on with his humming and swaying, keeping Eric softly cradled in his hands.

#captain magnum #ahwm captain magnum #eric derekson #markiplier egos #captain magnum x eric derekson #tw mentions of abuse #tw mentions of death #tw death #tw guns #tw anxiety attacks #tw panic attacks #gonna tag it as both to be extra safe ya know?#giant #tiny #gt #fluff and angst

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yushox · 1 year

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Confession

Days after moving in George was laying in his new bed, staring up at his new, non-leaking, ceiling.

He sleepily strokes Patches little head. Smiling contently as he thinks.

There was that whole twitchcon thing, a fake Florida sign in the garage and a second kitten put away in cat quarantine because lil guy is apparently still scared to come out of that room and still healing from a surgery.

A meetup and a banter episode later he finally put his foot down and took a break. He needs some time away from social media and fame. You know, because he literally just moved in with Sapnap and Dream.

And wow, isn't that just crazy? He is now living with his best friends, that he basically considers family at this point, in another country nonetheless.

Fuck... thoughts about Dre-Clay... whatever, he could deal with them in England pretty okay. But not here.

He still remembers awkward family dinners where he was asked if he has a girlfriend yet. Not that he isn't straight, it's just that... theres only one person on his mind constantly. How does he explain that to family he knows wont accept it?

He still feels scared, hetero-flexible that's what the google searches said. But his parents wouldn't ever understand.

Suddenly someone knocks "Hey gogy, breakfasts ready."

"I'll be down in a minute!" he smiles involuntarily at just hearing Dreams voice.

Patches stands up and mrrs, running to the door and scratching at the wood without claws, wanting to be with her dad.

"Okay okay Patches lets go." he opens the door and sighs as the cat darts out of his room straight to Dream.

Dream chuckles and picks the girl up, petting her.

Their eyes meet.

They both are well aware that they should talk.

Patches snuggles her nose into dreams collarbone.

"Aww" he coos and quickly stops himself blushing.

Dream sighs "We should probably talk soon, it's not like either of us are dense, we figured out how we felt for each other years ago on call. So I think it's best we talk.. soon. Eye to eye."

He, he knows Dream is right, but be still doesn't feel ready "I know... can... can Sap be there during that talk too?"

Dream looks like he's about to object, he wouldn't be doing anything wrong either, Sapnap is family, but not close enough to be inserted in their private matters.

Except neither him nor Dream really care "..Sure."

They then go to eat breakfast. Sapnap already there scarfing food down like some sort of wild animal "oh hey.. you took a while, did you finally confess and start to make out?"

Both addressed men blush like tomatoes "No." "Nope!"

Sapnap raises an eyebrow.

Dream sighs, and talks.

The man doesn't stop until he has said everything that he hid into his heart, the crush on George, the fear of rejection, just.. everything.

Sapnap just keeps eating.

George keeps quiet a bit before talking as well, turns out he felt pretty much the same.

Sapnap stops eating "Just kiss already you constipated assholes."

The two blush but decide against the advice, not yet ready for that. They may never be ready to get that close. But at least it feels nice to get those feelings out of their system. Even better is the knowledge that this would never change their friendship.

#dream team #dnf #confession fic #no actual romance #ending left ambiguous #YushoxStuff

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jacepicableme · 2 months

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Entry #10: Check your privilege.

We argued over a bottle of shampoo.

Silly, I know, but it goes deeper. At least for me, maybe for her, too.

For the record, I didn't want to write this down because this can be more personal than poignant. I'm not sure if I'm lighting a fire to a torchlight or just inadvertently setting the whole town on fire with this entry. Nonetheless, the one-way discussions with my own head didn't really improve anything, so here goes, I guess.

2024 arrived with a bang... and shot us all dead probably. No, seriously. I'm seeing a pattern where everyone seems to lament that the year opened with such a profound impact, similar to getting hit by a baseball bat right in the jaw, or in the crotch, whichever hurts more in a gender-blind situation. But while I think the year hit me hard, I'm a first-hand witness to how it hit my partner, @worthleslie, harder.

We started January hopeful with the prospect of her transitioning to a better career: better hours, better salary. We planned to buy a car, move into a better living space since we can finally afford a condo unit then, start a business, and other money-festing meanderings. But by mid-month, we've been informed that her application may be pushed to March, or probably even as late as April. It was disappointing, but we thought we could still hold out until then. Should be easy, right? Wrong. It had just been the first week of February when we really got kicked to the shins (me) and the groin (Alyssa).

We suddenly received the news that her mom had to be rushed to the hospital after experiencing some complications in her eye. We sorted that out somehow, and barely. And when we thought we could catch some breath, it was the same scenario the following week, only this time the affected part was her mother's only working eye.

The pressure of her mother losing her eyesight already pinned Alyssa down months before, but she thought that there was still time to remedy it or that the blindness will come at a much later date. So she was pretty nonchalant for the most part. This emergency was, ironically for her, an eye-opener. After the realization of her mom losing her eyesight much sooner than later, the realization of mounting hospital and medical bills followed and pile-drove her with a pressure comparable to a military-grade hydraulic press.

All throughout the process, I watched as she scrambled for options desperately while I tried to provide action-plans as if this is one of those strategy-planning sessions at my work.

She dismissed every single idea I brought up, which were either already done, impossible, or last-resort-embarrassing. I don't know what tugged me at the time to think that she wasn't being efficient. Was it my ego getting stepped on and retaliating after she blew off all my suggestions? Was it my sheer disappointment and disbelief that she was not responsible enough to prepare for this way back then despite knowing all along this was bound to happen? Or was it because I'm the one really blind and oblivious to the situation?

I let the thought simmer inside me. I started the bad habit of assessing how come my partner's so bad at handling her finances in a comparative sense without addressing the circumstantial difference. Why can't she be independent like me? I paid all the bills, the groceries, and she even borrows a small amount from time to time, so how come she can't save up? Where is her money going? Why doesn't she have savings?

These thoughts festered inside me and grew like a tumor that if I hadn't caught on sooner, it might have made me resent my partner. Instead of asking myself about her shortcomings as if it reflects her capacity, the questions I should be asking myself should be somewhere along the lines of "why am I thinking like this? Where do I get these ideas? Why am I being an asshole to someone who's already having a really hard time and slaving away at work but still couldn't get a break because the system is shit and unkind to people who aren't born with a silver spoon?"

To give you a brief background, I come from a family that somehow never runs out of money. No, I'm not saying we're rich, but we somehow always have enough to afford emergencies. I was raised on the idea of contingencies and having plans A-Z. And I may barely acknowledge it, but I have a safety net that ensures I wouldn't starve should I fail in my endeavors.

I bring this up because I thought about a random quote I chanced upon one day that emulates the message that your first thoughts aren't your own but rather what you were conditioned to think, and the second thought is actually your humanity speaking to you. So maybe that should explain why I was initially asking insensitive questions to the tune of, had I been born richer, "why are you buying iced coffee instead of investing in real estates?" Ironic, again, since I loathed that boomer mindset when all along I was preaching the middle-class version of the narrative.

It's funny that I got in a health industry line of career because I once wrote an essay about free healthcare. My superior back then told me that I was a close candidate but something about the empathy and understanding for the underprivileged written all over the lines in my essay made them consider despite the fact I was just a dumb 19-year-old against 15 candidates, some of which looked like industry veterans. They said I understood the systemic problem of poverty and the goal of uplifting those from below. So I wonder now how come I've somehow forgotten those core values as soon as I started earning five digits every cut off instead of the usual four.

I stared at the shampoo bottle, again. I thought to myself just a few years ago I would opt to buy only a few sachets since they were cheaper. Now, I could afford a shampoo bottle like it was nothing, but my stingy ass would still accuse my struggling partner of using it all up in a tasteless joke.

What price do you pay to lose sight of what's important? For a staunch advocate of fair opportunities and a person who would literally throw a Molotov in congress to fight for the oppressed, how did I become part of the system?

I think I'll go touch some grass now.

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wandering-tide · 7 months

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Rooted in Magic

My first pentacle was a cheap piece of jewelry that I'd shoplifted from Hot Topic with my cousin as teenagers. It was a necklace, the sort with a twisted chain that discolors when put in water.

By that point, I had long since removed myself from Wicca and was forming my own personal craft and religion. Additionally, despite being well-aware of the pentacle's much older origins, I'd known very little about the pentacle.

Still, it felt right, it felt complete, and it felt like a symbol of my craft nonetheless.

My cousin and I had both worn our matching pentacles proudly and everywhere, even when we went swimming in the ocean and consequently ended up with rusty rings around our necks.

Our families just sort of gave us weird looks or simply shrugged it off.

It was my grandmother, who, upon noticing the necklace, had stepped up to me with a beaming smile on her face as she momentarily brushed her fingers across the encircled star. She glanced up at me with a knowing look as she said, "We have a witch in the family."

The thing about my family is that we, at least the women, are fairly in tune with our intuitions. So much to the point that we can be scary accurate in our predictions.

My biological grandfather, a grade-A asshole and hard skeptic would even waver at my grandmother's uncommon knowing.

"He would refuse to buy a vehicle or home unless I would get inside and tell him that it felt 'alright'." My grandmother would recall.

Then, there's my mother, who's prophetic dreams have gotten her out of several sticky situations.

An example of this which I find funny was when she and her two sisters had stayed at a hotel on the beach together. My one aunt had put her stash of weed in that little safe that the pricier hotels provide. She had done it without either of the other two knowing and hadn't shared the code she'd made up with them either.

Unfortunately, as humans with fickle brains are prone to doing, my aunt had forgotten the code entirely. The three were panicking over what to do, considering asking for the hotel to unlock the safe would likely lead to them getting in legal trouble.

That night, my mother ended up having a dream that showed her a specific combination of numbers. Upon waking up, she entered the numbers into the safe's keypad, and lo and behold, it opened.

My two aunt's abilities lie more with plants and people. I don't know too much about them though because, it's simply something my family doesn't discuss very heavily. Our intuitive and empathetic abilities reside mostly in the back of my family's mind, offering us help in the background of our lives when we need it. Even my grandmother, who's just a little more forthcoming and proud of her abilities.

What made my grandmother so eager about seeing my pentacle, was that she recognized that I have not only decided to acknowledge my inherited abilities, but that I have also chosen to actively work with them.

I find it almost comical that my grandmother somehow ended up as a bit of the black sheep among her own children. She adores anything related to horror, otherworldly and the occult. Myself and my one out of eleven cousins seem to have taken after her in those regards.

Maybe that's why I'm far more adept at sensing and manipulating energy like my grandmother than I am at having prophetic dreams like my mother. I am my grandmother's granddaughter.

I may not be a hereditary witch, but magic definitely runs in my family. One need not have received their abilities from their ancestors in order to be successful in their craft. However, I feel very lucky to have the support of being rooted in magic.

#I'm considering posting my blog posts on here as well?#fuck it #I can do what I want #witchcraft #anecdote #ancestors

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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GOLD LEASH

Character/s: rich boy!Hanma Shuji

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sex, non-con kissing, baby trapping, hanma is sometimes an asshole, unprotected sex, edging, creampie, cum play, cum facial, breeding kink, reader spanked twice, exhibitionism, mentions of public sex, slight manhandling, mentions of marathon sex, degradation, pet names and manipulation. Minors do not interact.

Notes: commissioned by bby @marism (◕દ◕)💕 hope u like it love and sorry for the delay.

Synopsis: Hanma Shuji always gets his way, even if it doesn’t sit right with you—he will.

WC: 5k

Hanma Shuji, resident scoundrel of the university and the menace responsible for blowing up the lab weeks ago that made a huge buzz around campus suddenly claimed he had a crush on you. At least that’s what he said upon confronting you in the library weeks ago while you were searching for a copy of that textbook your professor was reading.

You think the dirty bastard is hoping to become a player with your heart as his new toy.

Normally, anyone would steer clear of him in hopes of not getting unwanted attention from the infamous student, but in a university belonging to a small world, it was hard not to cross paths with Hanma once or twice. It was a bit confusing how he was accepted by such a prestigious institution. Imaging him studying or even just coming to class like any average student will seem more like a myth than the existence of warlocks. But contrary to his reputation, Hanma Shuji was passing with flying colors—much to your surprise because you’d think he was paying to get those aces. Yet, he did not strike you as the type of person to possess such wealth to be able to bribe the university. Considering how he appeared like he wasn’t rich like the other men in your class and lived like he was sleeping on the streets. Still, you did not want to associate with him because of his tendency of being a troublemaker. Him, on the other hand…

“Babe, do you think I should go to the library later?”

“Why on earth would you ask me what you should do? Shouldn't that be your problem?” Brows pinched in annoyance, maneuvering around to dodge his tattooed sin hand reaching out to touch you, to be able to wrap his fingers around any part just so he could pull you close. The corners of his lips curled at your hostile reaction but welcomed it nonetheless. “And don’t call me 'babe'. We’re not dating—”

“Yet,” he chuckled to tease you, which he succeeded based on the irritated glare that you shot the man before walking away. Hoping he wouldn't follow you to the library. “Come on, we could have a little study date. What do ‘ya say?”

But this is the Hanma Shuji that poked around where his nose didn't belong. The same Hanma Shuji who trashed the nearby cafe by bringing a couple of his rowdy friends yet still manages to befriend one of the smartest students here. Yes, Hanma Shuji who wouldn't leave you alone despite being blown off countless times because you weren't interested in dating a man who seemed like he hasn’t showered in days but was still sought after by the girls in your department. Your mother may have said never to judge a book by its cover, but you weren't even sure if Hanma is genuine. It came to the point he was rumored to be a sleaze, leeching off from the women he slept with from copying homework to receiving no resistance in intimacy.

Was it because he seemed vulnerable? Approachable? Someone whom they can baby? That facade of helplessness is really beneficial for him, huh?

It’s quite hard to see the gentleman's appeal through the confident smirks, the tattered jeans, baggy shirts, and hoodies—the tattoo on his hands and gold chain earring screaming he wasn’t one you could take home to meet your mother without her questioning your taste. And yet, even with that sort of ensemble, Hanma Shuji just seemed… handsome? As much as it pains you to admit this, he is indeed a good-looking guy especially if you look past the foul mouth and nefarious reputation he was known for. What's more, you found the ever-present smug grin on his face quite frustratingly attractive.

But then again, the reminder of him being an asshole and a total player was like a hanging guillotine over your neck—there was no way he’d take you seriously. It would be a damn miracle if he does. Not that you wanted him to!

And what do I have to be so worried about? There’s no way I’ll fall for a jackass like him. If anything, I’d rather kiss a fish than him. There’s just no way… right?

Yeah, there was no way you’d fall for a guy like Hanma Shuji, who didn’t even ask if he could corner you in the library and kiss you squarely on the lips. Body frozen out of surprise, you stared at him with wide eyes, pupils taking in the heated desire in those golden ones that never broke contact. Gauging your reaction silently as his tongue slowly slid out of his lips to swipe at your lower lips, hoping you’d let him in so he could taste and see if you were divine as he thought you’d be. And really, with his huge palms reaching up and touching your hips, waist, and lower back—goosebumps rose across your flesh akin to daisies popping out in spring, your lower region coated with slick in betrayal at your conviction of not falling for Hanma. What cemented it, however, was when you found yourself kissing him back. Intent on tasting him, too.

Sweet—intoxicatingly sweet, is what Hanma tasted like.

A thin string of saliva connected both of your tongues upon pulling away, so obscene yet mesmerizing to look at. His haunting gold hues smoldered while yours were dazed, mouth parted as you caught your breath. The library is silent as it can be, but you fear anyone who may pass by the bound volume section could hear your heart hammering inside your ivory ribcage. If anyone could see you two together, the scoundrel of the campus locking lips with the darling student of your department—heads would definitely start flying and mouths chattering around the hallway on why you agreed to become another notch on his belt would echo for days. Good thing the only witnesses were the books and the wind entering the open window. Orange leaves falling in the background ever so beautifully never fails to cast a calm over your chest.

But, fuck, no matter how much you stared at it, or perhaps even drink an endless amount of tea could have your pounding heart shut up and return to its normal pace. All due to Hanma Shuji kissing you in the library out of nowhere because he can.

Punch him—you wanted to punch the living daylights out of that ridiculously handsome man along with his smug smirk. To wipe that shit-eating grin off his face and give him the middle finger for extra good measure.

“Did ‘ya like it so much to still be speechless, babe?” he chuckled, finding enjoyment in your indignant state, even if he was the one who caused it. “If we date, that can be an everyday thing. Perhaps even more—”

“No thank you,” you hissed, careful not to scream at him for his rash behavior, cheeks aggravating warm. “There won’t be any of that kissing! If you wanna mess around, find someone else or go to your usual whores, alright? Leave me out of this—I’m never dating you.”

Really hilarious of you to say that to his face, only to wind up sitting next to him on your couch, in your apartment and him kissing and marking up your neck five days later. The dingy wallpaper mockingly laughing at you, same with the floors and every corner that screamed about his presence from the discarded scarf, the combat boots by the door to the glasses he wore sitting on the coffee table. All of them screamed the same thing at you.

What a hypocrite she is.

“So pretty… Don’t be shy, moan more for me, babe,” Hanma whispered, golden irises rivaling the sun’s searing hue peering up to drink in your blissful expression etched across your features. Hand with sin crawling up your back, making it past the hem of your shirt to fully rid you of your bra. The other, punishment, pinching one of the taut nipples that had you whining into the air. “That’s it—more, more, more. Let me hear you, babe.”

Hanma Shuji was definitely good with his hands and tongue. Expertly eliciting a lewd moan rivaling that of a seasoned pornstar that had the golden-eyed man smirking against the supple flesh of your inner thighs. The taste of your delectable slick on the rough surface of his tongue continued to tease and lick your throbbing clit, eager for more after pulling two orgasms out of you already. The pajamas you wore left to gaze up at the ceiling next to his hoodie on the floor. Who were you in the face of such deliriously pleasant ecstasy that would never be achieved by your own fingers or the many toys you have discarded because they were never enough to make you reach that plane of bliss?

“Hanma… more, gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Sobbing into your hand, your gaze never left the intoxicating sight of Hanma’s head in between your legs. You couldn’t even begin to grasp the reality that he was here, in your apartment after giving a shitty excuse to see you and is now eating you out on the old couch from your parents’ house. You shouldn’t have believed him—saying that he wanted to copy your notes from literary class. But then again, you were rejoicing inside that you did. Because you didn’t know anyone who could eat pussy this good than him.

“My baby is gonna cum again?” he hummed, eyes twinkling in glee at you keening. Both of his hands kept your legs from closing in, wanting to focus on having you squirt just by his tongue alone. “Come ‘n, cum in my mouth. Wanna see this pretty pussy squirt for me.”

Juices coating his chin, lips, and his nose, Hanma Shuji blinked up and knew he has found the one—enchanted by your pretty face all fucked out and nipples all perked up. His initial attraction to you may have been fueled by some of his peers. Because no one has ever tried to date the pretty girl of the department and officially became her boyfriend. When Hanma knew you had been single for a long time, he began to think you were some stuck-up bitch who’d spread her legs immediately after a few hints of his background. But surprisingly, you weren’t. You were sometimes a bitch though, he was not gonna lie. With the way you would continuously give him the cold shoulder, Hanma almost thought he was daydreaming whenever you acted out of kindness.

It irritates him to know that you were indeed the total sweetheart everyone knew to anyone who isn’t him, Hanma Shuji.

He had fun chasing after you through corridors and in the library. Hoping to catch you off guard and talk to you. To see how what was all the buzz about you and why those poor fuckers couldn’t get in your pants. He never saw it coming that he’d be like those fools he made fun of. It wasn’t soon. Wasn’t too long before that hunger for the taste of victory morphed into something stronger that fueled the enigma named Hanma Shuji.

He wanted to possess you.

“Are you really gonna sit through this class?” Eyes narrowed at your lover sitting next to you in a lecture he had no business in, you were close to pinching his ear and pulling him out the door. Who wouldn’t feel the same way when everyone here was all so serious in listening while Hanma was munching on a bag of chips in tattered jeans and a hoodie that looked like it hasn’t been washed for a month? You just wished he’d make an effort to appear more…

More what, exactly?

“Why not?” He grinned, waving a half-eaten chip in your frowning face that was equally flaming due to the stares you both received. “I wanna be next to you at all times as much as I can. I’m afraid you’d run off with another boy while I’m not lookin’.” Sticking out his tongue, Hanma then sent a wink your way. The corners of your lips were hard to keep from curling whereas you tried to avoid his fingers finding their way to yours. Ignorant to those golden eyes locking with another male student who was staring too long to receive a glare from your boyfriend.

Yes, Hanma Shuji wants to possess you.

Down to the roots of your hair to the soles of your feet, Hanma Shuji desires to have you forever no matter what it takes. So, when you decided to agree to become his girlfriend after two months of going back and forth, Hanma felt like he was on cloud nine. And he wasn’t the type to beat around the bush, quick to claim what is his without any qualms. It was the least he could have after enduring days of you completely snubbing him or having him wait around. Not that he could blame you though. Of course, you’d be wary to let someone like him into your life.

Especially when it’s a man who strayed from commitment for so long. Breaking his own law for you—the sudden sweet rainfall in the middle of a hot summer day that was always constant in his world.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Anyone who’d merely hear your boyfriend cooing would think he was doing it out of concern. Perhaps a book fell on top of you or a splinter made its way into your finger from the old wooden bookshelves. But no, the bastard was a sadist—mirth in his eyes while pinning your flustered self against the wall, inner thighs wet with your juices. The panty you wore was damp with slick too, almost sliding further down onto the floor. The book you were searching for haphazardly kicked to the side, the sight of it would have made any bookworm cringe or perhaps even scold you two. Much more to see a couple using the library as a spot to frolic. Still, Hanma didn’t care.

He never does, loving the thrill of having sex or just touching you indecently where anyone can see if they try through his towering frame. Why? The answer was quite simple and you wished you knew before you let him pull down your skirt to finger you here in the somehow private part of the library.

“Wanna cum?” Pumping two of his digits into your wet pussy, lips in a smirk at your attempts to muffle your moans that could’ve slipped past if you didn’t try hard enough. The hand sin definitely driving you insane. His hard cock pressing against your thigh, grinding slightly while cooing. If his other hand, punishment, was wrapped around your neck, you were quite sure you would’ve squirted all over the floor and screamed. The idea of abandoning shame and being fucked by Hanma like an animal was tantalizing. “Go on, babe. Cum for me, yeah? Wanna cum so bad? I know you do.” Chuckling at the small mewl you let out, your cocky boyfriend was quick to slow down his pumping that earned an impatient groan from you. He clicked his tongue. “Don’t want you to cum on my fingers—want you to cream around my cock like the cockslut you are. Should train this slutty cunt of yours, mhm? Taking my dick almost every day it’s a surprise you still whining how it doesn’t fit.”

That’s because you’re so fucking huge, asshole!

“S-Shuji… wanna cum ‘s bad! P-please.” Tears pooled around your eyes, threatening to roll down your hot cheeks as he resumed the rapid thrusting of his long digits that you swore you felt them brush against your cervix. How long is he going to keep you on the edge? For sure you would start sobbing aloud if he prevented you from cumming again, having been commanded not to unless he told you so. But for how long? “Please, Shuji—can’t t-take it any longer. F-fuck, please let me cum! Shit.”

Should’ve known Hanma Shuji was a fucking sadist who had a penchant for hardcore thrills. However, it was his daring character that had you continuously on your toes, especially in the throes of lust. Never had you ever experienced boredom with your boyfriend and he, too, felt the same way. His thirst for an enjoyable time was equal to his appetite for sex. Fucking your cunt like he was going to put a baby in you every time.

“Nhngh!”

He never thought the good girl was such a whore for his cock and only his. There was no need to corrupt you or bend you to his ways when you would readily do so at the sight of his dick sticking out. Drunk on his touches and love that he wasn’t shy to show to the universe. Not even to your parents, who invited him for dinner after months of scrutinizing him. Blissfully sitting on the living room couch, unaware he had you on your knees by the garden, the moonlight guiding his illicit actions.

“Open that mouth fuckin’ wide, my slut.” Punishment pulling your hair, keeping your head up while sin pumped his long veiny cock, the tip furiously red as it spurted out another load onto your face. Some landing on your lips and tongue. Seeing his milky substance coating your face and some sticking to your lashes was his favorite sight other than seeing your pussy leaking with his semen. “You like this, huh? Love kneeling for me and having your mouth used like a fleshlight… Do your parents know they have a slut for a daughter?”

“S-Shuji…”

Or even when he had you keening on one of the park’s benches, in the middle of the night. Legs shaking and littered with goosebumps as you bit your lower lip to keep from moaning like a wild animal in heat. His cum running down your thighs and staining the seat. Puffs of air coming from your parted lips materialize in the cold atmosphere. The soft ah's egging him on to piston his hips at a rapid pace that had you close to sobbing out for him to slow down. But there is no way he would. The skirt you wore lying on the ground next to Hanma’s right foot. Plump pussy folds parting for his cock like a hot knife through butter, damn wet for him to easily slide in and out. Never had you complained whenever he wanted to fuck your cunt any time, anywhere, or have your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His perfect sweet little girlfriend.

“Shu—fuck, someone might see!”

“Good.” Slapping your left butt cheek, Hanma chuckled at the broken whine you elicited. “Have them see my whore. All mine to fuck, to keep—my fucking pet. Isn’t that what you want? Your sick fantasy to be seen like this?” Dealing another slap to your ass, your boyfriend groaned at your gummy walls tightening around his throbbing cock. Ready to give you another load of his thick fertile cum.

“N-no, I don’t want anyone—ah! Holy shit, r-right fucking there!”

Hanma Shuji aimed to please, surprisingly. Though he wasn’t one who would bend nor bow to anyone, especially against his will, he was shockingly kind behind closed doors. Taking off the tough mask he wore like a second skin to guard himself from anyone who wished to lay their filthy hands on him. But with you, Hanma was almost like a tamed lion.

Almost, that is.

Those escapades to the most secretive spot or barely just private might have stayed to the minimum number in a month if Hanma didn’t take you to see his parents—rather, his whole family one evening during a party. What’s even more shocking than to see him appearing all pristine and dashing while pulling up to your apartment in a silver Bentley Mulliner Bacalar was when you figured out he was more well-off than he portrayed himself to be at the university. The rough Hanma Shuji you knew was nowhere to be found, replaced with a well-mannered man who wore expensive glasses and his hair neatly styled.

Carnal images of taking that suit off of him and messing up his hair plagued your mind while staying by his side the entire time, shooting smiles at the strangers who were kind enough to greet you. Either that or they just wanted to please your boyfriend.

But that failed to distract you from the millions of inquiries that raced across your mind while entering the ballroom where the majority of the guests were. Easily feeling quite small and underdressed in such a crowd of glitter and gold.

“Shuji.”

Pulling your hand to clasp around his, Hanma whispered into your ear. Never did the plastered smile falter in the face of his family’s guests. “I know, I know. I have a lot to explain about all this—just enjoy the party for now, ‘kay? I’ll answer all your questions and whatever after. Could you do that for me, pretty?”

A nod was all you gave, not wishing to be a burden on such a glamorous event.

Yeah, waiting will be fine… He did say he’ll answer any question afterward.

“This is [Y/N], my girlfriend.” Hand steady on your back, Hanma proudly grinned at his parents as if he was presenting a rare jewel he found. The same feeling began to spread across your chest, beaming at the pair. “I’d like you to meet my parents, babe.”

They immediately shook your hand, welcoming you. However, you didn’t miss the lingering stares or the way his mother’s eyes widened at the introduction. As if they weren't expecting this to happen at all. For a moment, you thought it was because Hanma was never the type to stick to one girl or they were used to seeing their son with a different girl every other day. Until you came along. Still, the staring never ceased and the hushed whispers may not be audible, but they were alarmingly inducing anxiety into your system. Enough to turn back at those whom you spoke to see if they were jumping onto the person beside them to gossip.

Then, just before you could bid farewell to Hanma’s parents for inviting you, quite ready to leave and just sleep back at your apartment, the women giggling past you were hard to ignore. Especially when their topic was Hanma, you, and some other girl.

“I thought he was supposed to marry that rich heiress his parents liked?”

“I thought so, too! They were engaged, after all.”

“Maybe she isn’t really his girlfriend. ‘Ya know, just another girl to have fun with—”

“Shh! Someone might hear you.”

It was to no one’s surprise that you refused to open the front door for your impatient boyfriend the next day. Keeping the door shut while standing beside it, listening to Hanma’s pleas to let him in and just explain. Demanding what was keeping you from opening it to what he did wrong. Mind now in a battle whether to have Hanma enter or to say outside. Paying no heed to your eyes glossy with unshed tears while holding on to the television remote like it was an object that could anchor you through this sudden twist of events.

He was engaged the whole time?

“Babe? I know you’re inside. Please, talk to me.”

Am I… the other woman? Hanma made me the fucking other woman? Have I been naive enough to let him do this to me?

“Baby, listen to me… Whatever you heard at the party, I’ll tell you the fuckin’ truth. Anything, fuck—just please… Please give me a chance to explain.” Voice beginning to sound hoarse from trying to reach you, to appeal to you muddled mind, Hanma rested his head against the wooden surface and sighed. “If you heard about that stupid engagement, that was years ago—it was already broken off. Baby, I’d never lie to you. Just please know this.”

To give him the benefit of the doubt was what you did, opening the door and stepping aside to let him in. The relief in his body radiating strongly as he immediately embraced you, whispering words of gratitude and that he’ll explain.

And he did, leaving out no tiny detail from his rich family, the arranged engagement and fighting off his parents’ wishes for him to settle down with the heiress they meticulously picked out for their beloved son. The way he dressed and acted on campus was a way to protest. Because no elite family would want their daughter to marry a guy acting like he lived on the streets all his life. And that he was an independent man and if he wanted to get married, he’ll be the one to chose who he’ll spend the rest of his life with. Not his family or anyone for that matter. Hanma benefited greatly from this rebellion—being able to do whatever he wanted which led him to meeting you.

His pretty angel.

He’d be damned in eternal suffering if he doesn’t clip your wings soon enough.

Lips parting almost the entire time while listening to Hanma out of astonishment, you swallowed hard and hoped your ears were deceiving you when Hanma brought up the topic of marriage. Particularly, between you two. You, who barely saw what the world had to offer and haven’t even finished your degree, becoming his pretty wife. The mother to his future children that may inherit his family fortune. And him, as your loving husband.

“Wouldn’t that be a great sight?” Hanma laughed lightly, reaching a hand out to rub against your shoulder that was stiff under his warm palm. “Just imagine it, babe. If we get married, my parents will finally shut up about me marrying that heiress. What do ‘ya say?”

To say you were fucking spooked was an understatement.

“W-what are you sayin’? You wanna get married—Shuji, we haven’t even graduated yet. Plus, we’ve been only dating for months!” Hugging yourself, you shot him with an uncertained expression. Unsure where this conversation was head. “Aren’t we… moving too fast? I mean, we can get married but what if we suddenly start disliking one another afterward? I think it’s best if we just take it slow, yeah?”

Golden irises dripping with hidden malice under the guise of good intentions, Hanma stayed silent, a barely there smile on his features, while listening to you ranting. His tattooed hands inching closer to massage your back, to have you stop and just relax. There was no way you’d listen to his reason in such a panicked state. Why weren’t you as ecstatic like he figured you would be? Weren’t you just distraught at the mention of him engaged to another woman minutes ago?

Wouldn’t the chance of marrying Hanma Shuji be such a great thing to achieve? Better than any shitty diploma or recognition?

“Yeah, we can do that. Slow…”

If he somehow told you his parents didn’t approve of you marrying him, would you have answered his question differently? Hanma wished he knew. Yet, either way, he wouldn’t stop there just because you weren’t ready or his parents were complete idiots to see how much you mean to their precious son. Oh no, Hanma Shuji always—fucking always—gets what he wants. And that is to have you on all fours on his king sized bed, no fucks given whether his family could hear or the household helpers would have to clean the mess up after he was done breeding you. The expensive sheets and mattress soaked with your fluids that Hanma could taste forever without getting tired of. Creaking of the bed and your choked sobs filling his three thousand square feet bedroom the epitome of splendid music that rivaled Beethoven’s masterpieces.

Every piece of furniture graced with your touch, scent, and slick. But only Hanma Shuji gets to mark your skin, from hickeys to his milky cum painting your pussy folds, ass, face and lower back. Your whole being spread out for him, leaving no flesh unkissed by his lips, put any famous artwork to shame. The golden necklace he recently got you is the mere item he let you wore since arriving in the estate. No clothes accessible for you to be able to leave. And even as you protest for him to slow down, that you had to go back home after two days without leaving this room—seeing Hanma and him alone since then, your boyfriend would merely sigh. Good thing he could easily forgive you for complaining.

“Why leave?” A hard thrust had you keening, fingers digging into the silk sheets damp with both of your body substances. “Don’t ‘ya like it here, babe?” Pulling out to deliver another mind-numbing thrust, Hanma laughed at your fucked out expression. Eyes dazed with your tongue lolled out. Perked nipples slightly swollen after being sucked or pinched. His hand, sin, rubbing your stomach ever so lovingly to keep you grounded. “Don’t ‘ya like—ah—staying here while I fuck this pussy of mine silly?”

“Shwujii… ‘s too mwuch!”

“Nah, I know ‘ya, baby.” Grabbing your arms, he pulled you up to have your back against his chest. His hips resuming their pounding thrusts, having you moaning like a bitch in heat. Your ass cheeks jiggled each time they met his pelvis. The previous load his shot into your twitching cunt oozing out and forming a white ring around the base of his cock. Hanma’s dick so sensitive, he’d be shooting blanks soon. But he gave no fucks about that. For as long as he could ensure he’ll knock you up with his child, going as far to tamper your pills and mess with your period tracker, Hanma knew he was on the path to victory once more. No way his parents are gonna turn their backs on you once you are pregnant with their grandchild. “You can take one more, right? Gonna let me cum again inside this good pussy? Know you would.”

Shaking under his hold, you sobbed out his name when you felt him still. Hanma’s throbbing cock spurting out fertile semen directly into your womb while your whole body fell apart at the shattering ascend to your high for the nth time that day.

“Fuck. That’s my good girl ♡.”

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444tsumu · 3 years

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title She’s My Collar

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 6000+

warnings time-skip matsukawa, college au, explicit language, humiliation, asphyxiation (choking), nsfw, voyeurism, you guys fuck on someone else’s bed and there’s a surprise at the end ;), a little degradation and a lot of praising, issei has big dick syndrome, also some things are pretty rough but it’s sweet nonetheless (:

tags to block tw/choking, tw/degrading, tw/gettingcaught

author’s note sort of continuation of not his type <3 just a little rougher, raunchier, and fluffier <3 also no beta cause i’m a real bitch and we don’t do those ! if you see a typo, ignore it because i said so >:(

summary it takes him a couple tries to get you wrapped around his finger, but you know what they say: fifth time’s the charm.

Every time you think that things just couldn’t get worse, they always do.

From when you spilled your drink on the floor today and wasted a good $5 on it, to when you tripped while walking up the stairs in front of this really cute guy while walking through campus, all the way to right now: when you were stuck in a dorm with Matsukawa while waiting for Hanamaki’s arrival.

You were supposed to be meeting up with the strawberry blond and working on some homework with your regular group. Regrettably, you knew that would include Matsukawa, and while the time in his car was one you’d never forget, you refused to do anything close to allowing the other three about what was going on.

Sleeping with him for the first time was something that was more than awkward— you could probably call it a mistake if you really wanted to.

That is, if you make the same mistake at least four more times after that.

He knew how you didn’t really like doggy, how you loved when he smacked you across the cheek, how you hated when he stared at you with that infamous expression that secretly drove you crazy, and he definitely knew you still had a hatred for him you just couldn’t see past.

At least, that’s what you made him think.

“Just admit it,” he smirks out at you, leaning against the wall to the left of the both of you and tilting his water bottle in your direction, “you want to make out with me so bad right now.”

Matsukawa had a sick obsession with watching you fluster and fume at his words. He couldn’t tell if it was the furrow of your eyebrows, or the narrowing of your eyes, or the attitude in your tone, but something about all of those just made his skin crawl with pure arousal.

He had thought about those nights more often than he’d like to admit to you. Quite frankly, he hadn’t been able to get himself off for the past week without thinking of the faces you made before you unraveled beneath him. This, he discovered, was a problem.

It’s not like everything didn’t go back to normal, and usually Mattsun loves that. He loves being able to sleep with a girl and they don’t make a big deal of it because relatively speaking, it never happens. There’s always some turmoil remaining between the two enough to get him into some shit he really just doesn’t want to deal with.

With you though, it’s different and it pisses him off. He can’t stand the fact that all he’s been thinking about for a while is just how good you feel around him, and how good he feels when he’s simply just around you. And it was really pissing him the fuck off.

“Bite me.” Your words were dry, and with a roll of your eyes you catch the smirk on his face growing wider by the minute.

“I’d be honored to.” Matsukawa takes a sip of his water and you decide that dying at this exact moment knowing what his jaw looks like when he takes a sip is all you needed to be content.

“You’re such an asshole,” you begin, lazily standing up and stretching enough to make his eyes travel down to the slightly exposed skin between the hem of your shirt and your shorts, “I can’t believe I slept with you before.”

You wrinkle your nose in disgust, and Issei decides that he was really in the mood at this exact moment. “Four,” he grins at you with four long fingers up beside his chest, “four different times, babe.”

If he caught the flustered expression along your face, he didn’t comment on it and for that you were forever grateful. The effect he’s had on you lately was completely and utterly annoying, and you really wish you never knew how good he was in bed so that you could go back to normal— go back to genuinely despising him.

“I regret every single one of them.” The smirk on his face only grew as he looked at your bored expression. You knew he could see right through your words, and he knew as well.

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow mockingly. “It never sounds like it.”

Your eyes widen, and as soon as a mockingly high pitched moan prepares to slip through his lips, you grab the nearest pillow off of Makki’s bed and throw it at his large frame. You almost miss, but hit him enough to cause the boy to double over in laughter. As if you haven’t suffered enough.

“Listen,” his voice presents itself again, and you see him begin to inch his way closer to you with a face still slightly tinged from laughing, “I’m just messing with ya’, alright?”

His large frame throws itself against Makki’s bed next to you, and your body jiggles a bit with the movement. The proximity would have irritated you beyond compare, but you just couldn’t find it within yourself to hate the feeling of his body heat.

“I love it anyways.”

The word love caught you off guard, eyes widening as you stare at him within seconds of the words slipping through his teeth. He was messing with you, Matsukawa was always messing with you.

“Fuck you.” You groan, eyes rolling as you see him get up from the bed as quick as he fell next to you and stretch his lanky frame a few feet away from you.

You could smell his cologne, already being able to recognize it amongst others and you really fucking hated it. You hated the familiarity you had with it, the musky scent of cleanliness, manliness, and a tinge of cranberries. It was your favorite, and you knew that he could tell with the way you hugged at his body when you were on top a couple times.

You watched him smile widely without the happiness meeting his dull eyes, his body taking a seat at the chair decorated with Takahiro’s t-shirts along the backside of it. “My pleasure.”

Your eyes roll and you realize you’re back at square one. No matter how attractive, how charming, and how smooth he was, he would always be the bitchy asshole you just couldn’t stand.

“Aw come on,” he begins, man spreading across the chair and leaning his body against the back enough to emphasize the large space on his lap. He was beckoning for you with a pat on his thigh, emotionless expression returning back onto his face, “don’t be like that with me now.”

You didn’t answer him. You knew where this would go and just how much you’d probably regret it. He’d get you over there with smart remarks, challenge you in ways you just couldn’t refuse, and end up getting his way with you in a room that doesn’t belong to you or him. And you refused. I’m in control of this situation, you repeat to yourself, I’m in full control.

He tilts his head at you, eyebrows slightly furrowing as he leans his body slightly more up to get a menacing stance. His body was large, taking up the entire chair and making the hairs on your arm subtly stand in excitement. I’m in control, stop it.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. I don’t feel like doing that.” Matsukawa’s voice was wavering, and you knew that his resolve was cracking. As much as he teased, taunted, and tried to trick you, you knew that he wanted to sleep with you again just as much as you did with him.

“Then don’t, nobody is asking you to.” Your words were slick, your head tilting to mock his actions and stare at him almost innocently. Almost.

He stays quite, his tongue meeting the inner hollows of his cheek and you aren’t sure just how much you can keep this up. Wait for Makki and the others, stay in control.

Your words were no match for Issei, though. Not when his entire body leans back once again and the empty expression finds itself back on his face as it almost always ways. He stares at you, deep enough into your eyes to almost make you silently admit defeat. You wanted him to fuck you again.

“You gonna come over here?” His voice was deep, the dull tone bouncing against the walls as you roll your eyes and dramatically stand up with a huff.

“Uh uh,” his finger waves at you, and you stop in your position of turning towards him, “on your knees..”

You freeze, words slipping through faster than you could stop them.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?”

He wanted you to crawl to him, something you could describe as only demeaning, embarrassing, and just too much work to be doing. So you cross your arms, defiance written boldly in your tone enough to make the man a few feet away from you chuckle condescendingly.

“Don’t be such a bitch,” he begins, and right away you find it really hard to not call him one right back, “I just wanted to try something new.”

You scoff at his suggestion. “Trying something new means that this would be consistent. This,” your finger points frantically between the two of you with a poker face in his direction, “is never going to happen again.”

He notices your tone begin to fade, and he knows that all it takes is another little push. You don’t really want to stop fucking him, and he knows that. He knows that he doesn’t really want it either. Not when you have fully managed to ruin everyone else for him, and especially not when he feels like your pussy was meant for him.

“Oh really?” He questions, the octaves in his voice insinuating that he has a trick up his sleeve.

“Really.” You deadpan, and you watch as his frame gets up from its comfortable position on the chair.

You know he’s annoyed with the fact that he had to get up, and you could tell by the way he’s almost reluctant to take a step closer towards you. You stand your ground though, I refuse to let him win.

“Look who gained some confidence,” he taunts at you, and you realize just how smaller you are than him when his frame towers over you with mischievous eyes, “surprised you became that prissy bitch yet again.”

The words would have bothered you before, but hearing the degradation slip off his tongue while staring at you so menacingly was enough to get your thighs to subconsciously quiver. Yet again, the reminder of just how hot Matsukawa could be paints pictures in your brain.

“And I’m surprised you walked up to me like this,” you turn your frown into a smirk, looking up at him through your eyelashes in a way that you know has him biting on his tongue, “you aren’t as much of a pussy as you used to b—”

The words get trapped in your throat almost literally, his large hand finding it’s way onto the smooth arch of your neck and grip it with enough force to make you literally feel the air slip through your nose. He was getting aggravated, and you could tell. It excited you.

“Now, you’re gonna do me a favor alright?” He asks with the infamous head tilt yet again, and the condescending nature behind his tone brings chills down your spine.

“You’re gonna get down on your knees,” his hands squeeze with a pause,” crawl over to me while I sit in that chair,” another tight squeeze and you could feel the blood circulation beginning to slow down, “and beg me to fuck that pussy of yours.”

With a final squeeze, he released you hard enough to send you bouncing against the foreign bed. You felt wrecked already, gasping for air and trying to hide the arousal slowly taking control of your legs.

Matsukawa was smart— smarter than you’d like to admit. Especially now, finally letting it hit you that he gave you an offer you just couldn’t refuse. So with that, you shamingly lowered your body onto the cold floors of the dorm that wasn’t yours.

Almost slow enough to give him some type of revenge, you maneuvered your way towards the hardwood chair. His eyes never left yours, only to watch the curve of your ass and arch in your back move with every step closer to him.

The silence in the room was deafening. Nothing but the pattering of your knees and hands against the cold floor could be heard until you finally reached between his largely spread out legs. This was the most humiliating thing you had ever experienced in a really long fucking time.

He says nothing though, watching as you get comfortable with the position of resting against the calves of your legs. Your eyes remain on his, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed shut almost as if you wanted to make sure he knew you weren’t going to do it. You were not going to beg him.

“Why do you make this so hard?” He asks in an annoyed manner, arms reaching for your hair and softly grasping it enough to control your movements and inch your face all the way closer to his own.

“Just do what I say and we’ll both be happy.”

You want to scoff at his words. You want to tell him to shut the fuck up, get his disgusting hand off of your hair, and tell him words you probably legally shouldn’t even be able to repeat. You really did want to, but you just couldn’t.

Not when the pool between your legs only deepened with every words that came out of his mouth. Not when you were sitting between his legs and smelled the sensational cologne you had found yourself longing to smell throughout the day. And especially not when you saw the curvaceous print of something that made your eyes water.

You just couldn’t refuse him.

“Please.” You mutter in reluctance, and Issei laughs at you in your own face.

“That’s you begging?” He teases, a slightly baby voice with his words making you bite your lip in annoyance.

You open your mouth to say more, but come to a loss for words when he brings your face slower to his and slips his tongue inside. His grip on your hair is rough, lips gnawing at your own with enough hunger to make you believe that if he wasn’t touching you in some type of way, he would have lost his mind.

Your hands reach up to his face clearly, body uncomfortable sitting up to keep up with his own pace until he pulls away from you.

“Get on the bed,” he orders, “don’t make me say it twice.”

You hated it. You hated how fast your body raised itself from the invisible confinement’s the ground and onto Makki’s soft duvet. You hated just how responsive your body was to his commands as much as you tried not to be.

The silence within the four walls was louder than anything else could possibly be, the sound of your heartbeat being drowned out by the sensation of being underneath his gaze. It only took a few seconds, but after kicking his shoes off somewhere within the room, Mattsun’s body rolled on top of yours and laid your body down underneath his own.

His hands clasped onto your wrists as he pinned you below his towering frame. His lips found yours like it was common sense, and the feeling of all of him on you gave your body whiplash. Matsukawa was an enigma, and you wanted nothing more than to figure all of him out the way he did with you.

“Mmm,” you moan out, lips breaking away from his as he hungrily resorts to the bare skin of your neck, “M-Matsukawa..” His name was like the sweet sensation of candy on your tongue, and as much as he hated to hear you call him such a thing, he couldn’t help but feel his pants tighten as the sound of the vowels coming from your mouth.

“We- we can’t.” Your voice was almost soft, the natural raspiness bringing his attention back up from your collarbones and over to your face with his thick eyebrows furrowed.

“We can’t what?” He practically hissed the last word in your direction. You felt the heat rush through your legs even more knowing he was growing agitated with you, and you start to silently question your own sanity.

“We can’t do this.” You repeat, and the faint hint of a smirk makes Mattsun realize maybe you weren’t so far gone.

“And why not?” He teases back, tongue lapping against your jawline and bringing his teeth into the soft tissue with more and more pressure.

You couldn’t think— you could barely keep your own composure when his long fingers started to wander in places it shouldn’t have. You could barely hide the gasp that slipped out when you felt his calloused fingertips softly circle you through your panties.

Nothing in your brain made any sense unless it had to do with the curly haired man in front of you. He had consumed your thoughts, controlled your body, and inhaled every inch of you the minute he allowed a slender finger to slip between your lips and into your embarrassingly wet hole.

You finally came to terms with the fact that Matsukawa had full control over this situation.

He took the second your lips gaped open to stick his tongue in there, saliva slipping off the tip of his own muscle and onto the familiar comfort of the back of your throat. The room suddenly got hotter, your legs suddenly became weaker, and you knew that it was only a matter of time before he got his way with you.

“C’mon princess,” he nudged your head with his own, making your shut eyes glance into his brown irises, “let me hear that smart ass mouth.”

The words make you clench around his one finger, and you try your hardest to bite back the moan. It was almost as if he got off to the thought of humbling you, and you got off to the thought of proving him wrong.

“What smart ass mouth?” You bite back, hands rummaging through his messy locks and bringing his warm frame impossibly closer to your own.

His smirk was lethal, eyes half-lidded and holding that careless gleam you grew to admire. “The one that usually has my dick stuffed in it.”

You wanted to hit him at his words, but the minute he punctuated the final word, another finger slipped into your pussy and began to rotate and scissor back and forth within your walls. The feeling was good, in a way you wouldn’t expect since you were more of a clitoris girl.

He watched you intently, eyes never leaving yours as he moved his hands enough to make you squirm underneath him. This, Issei decides, is a memory he will replay until the day he’s six feet under. He could die a happy man.

At least, as long as he finishes getting to fuck you all the way through.

“Stop messin’ around, ‘Sei..” You plead underneath him, and the empty yet satisfied expression on your face was enough to make him hold his body upright and begin to remove your clothes with a painful impatience.

From your shirt, to even your own socks, your clothes were sprawled around Makki’s room much too far away to be able to get dressed quick enough in case you got caught, but the minuscule details didn’t matter to you: fucking the lights out of Issei Matsukawa was all you could coherently think about.

His now naked torso found yours once again, lips hungrily clashing against one another’s with arms legs tangling with nothing but pure desire. Almost as fast as you had started, you felt him claw at your panties over to the side of your thigh.

“Put it in for me, will ya’?” He nearly growls at you, and you find it harder to breathe even though you’d never admit it to him.

Mocking his lazy smirk, you rub your soft hands down his abs and over to the half erect dick sticking up to the left of bare bare stomach. The tip is leaking, and you almost have to restrain your own body from crawling down there and taking up down your throat with one good swallow.

Before he even gets the chance to open his mouth, you press the throbbing tip against the rim of your pussyhole, and slip it all the way in with no warning other than the small giggle replaying over and over again in his ears.

“Shit..” He drags out into your neck, and the vibration makes you clench around him in arousal.

Issei always filled you up faster than you could focus, and if his extremely big dick didn’t knock the air out your lungs, then the grip he loved having on your throat did when he began to rub his palm against the soft flesh with a tight squeeze.

Nothing but pants were able to leave your lips, and you couldn’t tell if it was how his cock already had you feeling dumb or if it was the really tight pressure on your neck. Whatever it was, it was goddamn euphoric.

“‘Atta girl,” he groans, beginning to pump into you harder and deeper with each thrust, “take daddy’s dick the way I know you can..”

His words of praise make you crack out a moan, and you can’t help but press your legs tightly around his waist in order to get some more closeness between your two bodies.

There was something very wrong with the situation you were in, and you were both well aware of that. Number one, you were fucking in Makki’s freshly washed sheets, and god knows Makki washes his clothes enough to make that last. And number two, you both had never fucked missionary.

Sure, he loved sitting you on his lap and pistoning his dick so far up and deep in there, he sees his tip thrust against your stomach. And sure, the view of you throwing your ass back hard enough with an arch he couldn’t help but bite a fist at was one of his guilty pleasures— but missionary was something neither of you had even dared talked about.

And the fact that you had both just absentmindedly agreed to do such a thing would have been a topic of a very much needed conversation, but the sensation pouring through your veins was enough to get you to forget about such a thing.

One particular thrust shoved within your walls far enough to make your eyes roll back, hands clawing up and down Issei’s bare back in pure sensation.

“S-Shit,” words struggle to string together in your head, and you begin to realize why so many people like fucking like this, “do it like you mean it.”

There was that witty sex talk Matsukawa was just so turned on by. He chuckles at your words, and you think he’s gonna snap back at you with something even smoother. But he doesn’t: instead he begins to slam his large cock in and out of you at a speed that made you scream in surprise.

“You’re so needy, daddy.” The word slips through your moans, and Issei’s ears perk up at the familiarity. It was ironic really, how much your pussy gripped him tightly back in each time he pulled out of you yet here you are telling him that he’s the needy one.

“Really, doll?” He smiles down at you, bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he hears the squelching of your begging pussy get ravished underneath him.

Each thrust gets deeper and slower as the both of you don’t notice, and you’re holding eye contact in a way that you never do unless his face is stuffed between your cunt. This was foreign, but then again, so was the idea of fucking Mattsun until now.

“Mm, fuck— yes, yea you are.” Your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure at a particular thrust, and you feel him smack the side of your throat in annoyance.

He wants you to look at him, so you do.

You open them, and what you see as you’re being fucked back into reality makes your brain stop working. There he was, the light of Makki’s lamp illuminate the droplets of sweat on his forehead and make his hair stick to his forehead. He’s staring deep into you, each thrust making you feel as if his eye sparkle with it. You could barely think, boobs flowing up and down between your pressed together frames and you realize that you’re the reason his body is so pressed against you.

Matsukawa know’s he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be feeling as if he could cum off your expression alone, and especially not if he was literally fucking you at the same time. His thrusts shouldn’t have become so deep, and his eyes shouldn’t have bored into your bedroom ones. He was getting in too deep, literally and metaphorically, and he just couldn’t find the means to pull himself out.

His hand never leaves your throat, and the feeling of each whimper pulsating through his fingers is enough to make him groan on his own. Your eyes leave his for a second, and he feels his stomach do something really weird. So he reacts before he thinks about what he’s doing.

“What are you looking at?”

His tone is condescending, almost daring you to answer as you turn your irises back onto his. You feel his hand tighten yet again, and his thrusts begin to pick up in pleasure.

“Fuck daddy..” You begin to plead, the strength of his thrusts swallowing you whole and spitting you back out each time.

“You feel so good, baby.” His words are strained, and you nearly lose it at that point. The rope in your stomach only loses its resolve, and you realize that this is the quickest you’ve ever been to feeling like you’re going to cum.

His hand moves from inhabiting your throat to taking its position behind the softness of your neck, and the act of intimacy has you looking over at him with wide, fucked out eyes. Issei ignores it (more like forces himself), eyes staring back deeply into yours in a way that brought chills to your sweaty body.

The once silent room transformed into the sound of nothing but clapping, Matsukawa’s groans, and your pants and pleads for a break, mercy— anything at this point to get a break from his relentless strokes.

“Just let go for me, Y/N.”

His words are strict, lips licking onto the lobe of your left ear as the hand once caressing the back of your neck (somehow) found itself pressing onto your clit. You thought it was too much already, each thrust causing a wet slick to stick to your thighs being enough for you— but never for him. And he made it clear once he started to feverishly flick his long fingers against the pulsating nub enough to nearly numb you from the waist down. It was too much.

And that was clear to Issei, especially when he watches as your body literally let go. The tense feeling within your arms was gone, eyes rolling back and moans becoming pornographically dragged out, and Mattsun wished he recorded this. His thrusts were speeding up even more, his body beginning to chase his own high while you were in the midst of your own.

Your legs begin to tremble against his thighs, and he thinks your twitching frame is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Words could barely slip through your lips, his harsh thrusts in and out of your pussy bringing drool over towards the corner of your lips.

You couldn’t tell if him licking the line of saliva coming out of your mouth and spitting it back into your mouth was attractive or not, but you never got the chance to question it. At least, not when he removes his chest from yours as he takes a particular thrust to your cervix and smacks your pussy enough to hear it against the thrusts.

“ISSEI!” Your throat calls out, and nothing but his messy brown hair and intense eyes staring into your soul is real anymore.

Stars begin to form within your vision, and you cum. Hard.

He stops for a while, watching the cream cover his cock with more and more inches being pulled out, and he has an idea. So with that, Matsukawa takes one of his long fingers, collects your creamy discharge, and slips it into the confinement’s of his sinning lips. You watch in shock, eyes barely being able to hold itself open after cumming so intensely.

And right when you thought things just couldn’t get worse (re: better), he grips your chin with those same fingers enough to leave a bruise and manually opens your mouth. You release an embarrassingly loud moan when he spits your own cum into your mouth, taking your tongue back into his mouth and sharing the salty sensation between the two of you.

He begins to pump into you again, and it’s much too soon for your poor pussy to handle.

“Fuck princess,” he begins to moan, and you realize just how vocal he’s trying not to be yet it being with you, “this pussy’s made for me.”

The words make you whimper, hands doing the impossible and gripping onto his sweaty cheeks. You’d never done that before, and you can tell he’s caught off guard by the way his strokes lose it’s animalistic pattern. You press your forehead to his, lips finding itself back onto his as you moan loudly into his mouth.

“Cum for me daddy,” you plead, and Issei’s eyes go wide. “Please just fill me up.”

To make it worse, your legs entrap him within your smaller frame yet again and Matsukawa loses it. He gets lost in the sensation of you soaking walls and the feeling of his balls slapping against your skin enough to start to silently whimper.

“C’mon Issei,” the word is dangerous in this moment, never being used to close to one another’s climax and you realize this has become much more than just a mistake, “show me who I belong to.”

You didn’t know what possessed you to say such a thing, but the feeling of his hips stuttering in and out of you for just a second bring you into a state of satisfaction. He gets rougher though, and the overstimulation of your tight walls being relentlessly molded into the shape of his oversized dick yet again brings your teeth to bite at the space of his shoulder in pleasure.

You don’t know if he hisses in pain, or hisses at the sensation of your hand slipping between your bouncing frames and over to the warmth of your throbbing clit.

“You belong to me,” he groans out, “mine.”

With one last thrust and one last silent scream from your throat, you find yourself unwinding beneath him yet again. You also feel him release into your walls, painting you with his white cum enough to make you feel stuffed and leaking with more.

You both panted for air, Mattsun’s body sprawled against yours in aftershock from what just happened. It wasn’t supposed to get so deep. It was supposed to be a simple hate fuck every now and then to satisfy the two of you enough to relax every now and then. It was never supposed to get possessive.

And you figure he’s thinking the same way when he lifts his head up from resting between the valley of your breasts to look over at you. His eyes are back to being blank spaces, bored expression staring deep at you and blinking expectingly.

“So does this mean..” Issei’s words are drowned out when you hear it— the sound of the door clicking open and slamming against the opposite wall.

Almost as fast as it started, the moment ended with Issei scrambling to get off your body and cover you with the white duvet. There stood three of the people you really didn’t want to see— a shocked Hanamaki, a flustered Iwaizumi, and a beaming Oikawa.

No one said a word, eyes frantically searching the room for any and every detail to the events that just happened. They had finally caught you two having sex, and at one of the worst times possible. Your eyes find Mattsun’s for a second, his own looking over at you and a faint blush covering his ears and making you mentally repeat the word cute for whatever reason.

This was it— and you hated to admit it. This was when the dynamic of your relationship had to change, and something had to give. And it was all those three idiots’ fault.

The ringleader, almost as if being able to tell he’s being thought about, closes his gaping mouth and repeats the actions a few more times before raising a finger and pointing back and forth between the two of you.

“Alright, the most important question…” Makki pauses dramatically, and everyone subconsciously holds their breath to think about the possible answers to the unknown question. We just started doing this, or it’s the first time, or it’s not what it looks like even though it definitely is.

“Who the hell is going to be the one to wash my sheets?”

BONUS.

“Makki, you fucking idiot—”

“Mattsun, I can’t believe you’d hide this from me—”

“Guys..” You whimpered out, voice barely there from the noises you were previously making and eyes glaring at everyone in exhaustion.

“Ow, Jesus Iwaizumi, you know you’re heavy handed—”

“Oikawa, what the fuck are you talking about—”

“I’ve never felt this betrayed before in my life—”

“Guys!” You tried again, and you turn to Matsukawa in search of help but only find him arguing along with them like the idiot he is deep down.

“Stop crying like a bitch Makki, I didn’t even hit you that hard—”

“Bullshit, I feel a bump coming—”

“How can I reclaim your trust? I’ll do anything—”

“Shut the fuck up!” You finally get out, and everyone shuts their mouths to turn towards you in awe.

You stood there, blanket barely covering your naked and flustered body sprawled against the softness of the bed and Makki silently thinks about how he isn’t even in that much of a rush to wash those sheets.

“We can talk once this asshole,” you jab a finger at Mattsun’s thick chest, and you realize you might’ve been down for another round if the other’s hadn’t walked in, “and I get dressed. For now? Out.”

Your voice was raspy, but the seriousness was easy to read as everyone silently agreed and squeezed their way through the doors one by one. Makki was last to go, but you watched as he looked to be contemplating something before shutting the door.

“Not to be that guy, but next time,” he begins, head peaking through the door enough to see the playful grin that practically lived on his face as he stared over at the two of you in awe, “at least invite me if you’re gonna do it on my bed.”

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aquamarinescarlet · 3 years

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Don’t give up just yet

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~3.6k

Warnings: two curse word (I think), brief mentions of sex and cheating, angst (bare in mind these warnings don’t apply the way you think they do, you’ll have to read to understand)

Summary: The classic soulmate AU, sentences written on each other’s wrists, but with a twist.

Author’s note: This was basically an excuse for me to reinvent the soulmate AU with the wrist tattoos thing. It’s sorta angsty, but I just thought the ending was too funny. Just experimenting here, tell me what you think.

PSA: Dividers are the count down till the day: black is reader focused, red is wanda focused, gold/yellow is also reader focused, but I thought it deserved a little spark.

“You should call her, y’know.”

“Why would I do that? She made her point very clear.”

“It’s her wedding day, Y/N,” Mia reasoned, “and this fight was months ago, you have to get over it.”

You rolled your eyes at her insistence. This discussion has been happening every day for the past two weeks.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, why am I the one who should get over it?” You emphasized.

“He is her soulmate, and she is your sister, the least you could do is pretend.”

“Ugh,” you let out a guttural scream, “I can’t do this anymore Mia, I stand by what I said. That man is an asshole and this soulmate thing is stupid. I don’t trust him, no matter what the words on both their wrists say, and I’m not gonna watch her go down with this and not do anything about it.”

Mia didn’t respond, she knew she’d reached your last nerve. You watched as the woman left your office, sending a last sympathetic glance your way before walking into the hall.

Mia was right in some points, and you knew that. She was right about it being your sister’s wedding day and that you should be there to support her. She was wrong about you needing to be the one to apologize though. The way people manipulated their lives to fit this whole twisted Soulmate Theory made your blood boil.

The Soulmate Theory was quite simple: everyone was born with a sentence written on their wrists, popular belief is that those are the first words your soulmate will say to you. It was cute, and it worked most of the time, not for your sister though. Or at least you thought so.

Oli's soulmate was Isaac. They had met three years ago and eventually started dating. Oli was a firm believer of the Soulmate Theory and had never dated anyone before, so it was all new and exciting.

You started noticing the patterns roughly one year after they started dating. He was controlling her, discreetly, barely noticeable, but it was there.

First with clothes, Oli had made it a habit to always ask for his opinions on her clothing, and he would tell her he hated something, regardless of her telling him over and over again she had liked it. You made little comments here and there about his actions, mostly jokes but with some truth behind, she didn’t notice.

Second was friends, Isaac would always want to meet Oli’s friends, and if she went out with one he didn’t know he would make her feel guilty. You started giving more serious warnings, pointing out what he was doing more clearly, she didn’t care and called you crazy.

Third was her feelings, he had his mind set on what her role should be in his life. He praised Oli endlessly when she cooked or cleaned. Other than that, he didn’t care, didn’t pay attention to her stories, didn’t appreciate her paintings and drawings…

It got to the point where she wouldn’t want to paint anymore, when she was telling a story it would be without her usual excitement. Her smile no longer reached her eyes, she was constantly tired.

You confronted her about it, several times, but it was of no use. You’d point out the facts and she’d retort with ‘he is my soulmate, the universe bound us together, he wouldn’t do this to me!’

Three months ago was the last time you two talked. She told you he asked her hand. She knew you would be against it, she tried to ease you into the idea of her being with Isaac for the rest of her life. You weren’t having any of it.

After hours of screaming, arguing and loads of tears, she told you not to come to the wedding, and you said you wouldn’t.

It’s now four days from the date and you’re not going as long as he’s the one she’s marrying.

You stared at the words on your own wrist. ‘It’s you’. That sentence haunted you for years. What a stupid set of words for your soulmate to say.

As a kid you adored the Soulmate Theory, you paid meticulous attention to the first words you’d exchange with anyone, you made new friends nearly every day in hopes of hearing those words, but they never came.

Until they came. At first it was exhilarating, but the ones you said didn’t match the ones on the person’s wrist. You were extremely disappointed. And then you heard them again, and again, and again… It became almost routine. Every single person you met would say ‘it’s you’ or some variation of it.

You being who you are certainly didn’t help. During college you had started a tech company and now it had grown to be one of the biggest and most important in the field. The new inventions did win you several prizes and a lot of money. You were also stupid famous, being the young brilliant CEO and all.

Ever since, you gave up on looking for your soulmate. It seemed counter productive to get yourself all worked up just for it not to happen every single day. You made your peace with it, although a small part of you just wanted to meet said person.

The situation with Isaac and Oli helped. Seeing that it could end up hurting you made it easier to not fixate on finding your soulmate. Nonetheless, the desire was there; hidden, pushed to the back of your mind, but still there.

You just wished your sister could see it too, that the Soulmate Theory is not the solution to all her problems.

“Relax Steve, it’s all taken care of.”

“What about the flowers? Did you book the buffet? Did you check with the band? And the decorations? I saw some people didn’t RSVP yet, should I redo the seating charts?” Steve rambled on as Wanda just laughed.

“The flower problem is solved, the buffet confirmed, so did the band, the wedding planner is working on the decorations and redoing the whole seating chart seems… unnecessary, they still have three days to confirm their presence.” She reassured the man who was more stressed than her about the whole situation.

“Okay, sorry, I just want to make sure everything is perfect.” He huffed, taking a seat on the couch.

“It’s going to be perfect, don’t worry.” She couldn’t help the weirdness that surged upon uttering those words.

“How are you so calm?” Wanda just shrugged, not really sure how to answer.

Steve took a deep breath and gazed at the red head, offering her a smile.

“I’m going to sleep, all this wedding stuff has been stressing me all day.”

“Okay,” Steve made his way to his bedroom but she called him before he reached the hallway, “thanks for the help Rogers.”

“No worries.” He shot a last smile before disappearing.

Wanda found herself alone in the living room, the silence only making her thoughts scream louder.

She would be married in three days. It seemed unbelievable. After losing her parents, being experimented on at Hydra, fighting along Ultron, losing her brother and becoming an Avenger, she never thought she would have time to fall in love.

Yet, here she is. Although the feeling wasn’t quite what she thought it would be. It wasn’t exciting, or nerve racking. She felt no different than any other day of her life. Steve seemed like the one who was getting married, not her.

Vision is sweet and caring, she feels so happy around him. Then what is causing all these doubts to haunt her?

She knows what it is, she just doesn’t want to admit it.

Those words. Those stupid words painted forever on her wrist. ‘Don’t do this’. Ever since joining the Avengers she started using several bracelets to hide them, but they still burned on her skin every single day.

She’d heard of the Soulmate Theory at a very young age. Her parents had explained how those were the first words she’d hear from the love of her life. She would spend hours daydreaming all sorts of scenarios in which someone would say those words to her and they’d fall in love.

After her parent’s death, that stopped being her priority. At the Hydra base she’d only see her brother and a couple dozen different Hydra soldiers, too old and mean for a soulmate.

Gaining powers was a game changer. She was older then. Stronger. They finally allowed her and Pietro to leave the base and create chaos in Hydra’s name. “Do good” in Hydra’s name. She believed she was doing the right thing. She truly did.

Hearing her first ‘Don’t do this’ made her question everything. It came from a little kid nonetheless. A scared little kid. It must’ve been a mistake, she thought at the time. But that mistake happened, again, and again, and again…

When she joined the Avengers her eyes were opened to all the pain and terror she had caused. All the people she hurt. Then it dawned on her, what if one of those ‘Don’t do this’ came from her soulmate? What if she had hurt them, or worse, killed them?

The idea terrified her. So she hid those words on her wrist. A reminder of the evil she’s done and the love she’ll never have. She promised herself to never look for her soulmate, she already caused them enough pain, they didn’t deserve to get tangled in the mess that was her life.

And then Vision was created. Him and Wanda got along greatly. He made her happy. They fell in love, or at least that’s what Wanda told herself, that she fell in love with him. It was possible, there’s no rule on the Soulmate Theory that says you can only fall in love with your soulmate. Plus, Vision is not human, so he doesn’t have words written on his wrist, he doesn’t have a predestined soulmate, technically he doesn’t even have an actual soul for this sort of thing. They could be each other’s soulmate. A loophole on this stupid theory.

Why didn’t it feel like that though? Why was she questioning it so much? And why now? Three days before her wedding?

She took off the bracelets and stared at the ink, brushing her fingers lightly over it. She loved Vision, she affirmed to herself. She wants to marry him. This is what she wants. And she believes in these words, for a while. Long enough for her to fall asleep, turning off her brain from overthinking the situation too much.

Work has had you occupied all week. With back to back meetings and loads of paperwork to fill out, you’ve barely had time to think of anything else.

But now it seems like everything is done and you have more free time than you’d like.

You left the office early, not having much to do there anymore, and, instead of spending all afternoon home alone, you decided to go out for some coffee.

You were sitting on your usual table in the small coffee shop close to your place. It was calm, quiet and homely, a nice contrast between the places you frequent. The warm cup on your hands did nothing to distract you though.

The book you’d brought was long forgotten on the table as you glanced at your phone every few seconds. It’s two days till the wedding and, even though you tried not to think about it, you hoped your sister would text you saying she broke it off. It was unlikely, but wishing she could get some sense knocked into her wouldn’t kill.

You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn’t notice a woman glancing at you until you caught her trying to call your attention.

“It’s you!” She said, astonished, pointing to the cover of a magazine showing a picture of you.

Recognizing that issue as being a rather old one, you just nodded and offered the woman a friendly smile. She took that as an opportunity to approach you.

“Hi. Sorry,” she sounded excited and also nervous for bothering you, “I just wanted to say what an inspiration you are to women all around, to me especially. I’ve been opening my own business and seeing what you do has been such an encouragement to me. So, thank you!”

You were surprised by how nice she was. You’d expected her to ask you to invest in her business or something, like everyone who approaches you does, but she didn’t and it was a nice change of pace for once.

“What kind of business are you opening?” You asked. Listen to her talk would be a good distraction, plus, you could use the company.

“Oh, no, that’s ok,” she said, “I don’t want to bother you any further.”

“Please,” you urged, “I have the rest of my day off and I could use someone to talk to. Unless you’re busy, then I wouldn’t want to be a burden to you.” You laughed to ease the woman’s nerves.

“Sure?” You nodded and gestured to the empty seat across from you.

She accepted it and you spent at least an hour talking before she had to leave. It was a pleasant conversation, she praised your work but didn’t refrain from giving some interesting criticism on your business. The topic of an investment or a partnership never even came up.

It got your sister out of your mind for a while, although it didn’t last long.

Laying on your bed, your eyes fought to stay open, your mind swirling with all possible scenarios regarding Oli. She would be miserable if she went through with this, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

You love your sister, you care so much about her, but she refuses to listen to your warnings. You could swallow your pride and go to the wedding. You could try and support her. But that would just make an accomplice to her stupidity and you’re not going to just stand there and pretend that that’s ok.

You thought about texting her, way too many times. But your relationship is already rocky as it is, the least you could do is hope she gets some clarity on her own.

One day till the wedding. She’s 24 hours away from the happiest day of her life. Why is it, then, that Wanda doesn’t feel as happy as she should be.

She didn’t have to fake a smile, she was happy, but that smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

None of the others seemed to notice it. They just thought it was the nervousness of having everything set so the day could run smoothly. Vision even brought up the possibility of her having cold feet about it, but she denied it thoroughly, assuring him she wanted this.

And she does. She wants to get married, have kids and build up a family of her own. She wants it all.

It still seemed weird though. Like something was off.

“Steve just called,” Nat interrupted her thoughts, walking back into the room, “everything is set, prepped and organized for tomorrow.”

“Let’s try on the dress then.” Carol urged the girl to put on the piece of clothing for the millionth time.

It did her justice. Slim at the top and flowy at the bottom, accentuating all her curves perfectly. It wasn’t big and puffy but light and delicate. She smiled at her own reflection as the other women crammed around her to take a look.

“You look beautiful.” Pepper said in awe.

“She does, doesn’t she.” Laura agreed, even though she’s the one that helped her choose it.

Wanda didn’t say anything, just smiling and appreciating her own image, excitement growing on her chest from wearing it in front of everyone the next day.

The girls spent hours planning how they would do her hair and makeup. There were so many ideas, disagreements and arguments that Wanda was completely drained by the end of the day. She was happy though, to see her friends being there for her, eager to help and make sure everything was perfect.

It was nice to have people around since she lost so much throughout the years.

After the women were gone and she found herself alone, Wanda’s thoughts from the beginning of the day came back, hitting her like a train.

Was she really more excited about wearing a dress than about getting married? Was this a sign of her actually getting cold feet?

She shrugged them away, affirming to herself these are just stupid uncertanties people always get before their wedding day. At least that’s what happens in movies, so nothing to worry about... right?

Thankfully your work slump had subsided as now a gigantic pile of papers sat on your table. Some contracts had to be restructured and a set of stores had to be chosen to distribute your newest technology.

You thrived in that scenario, with countless reports and 2D drawings of the prototypes scattered about the room. Your mind was going a thousand miles a minute, seemingly unaware of the events that would take place later that day.

That peace, however, was short lived. Your brain short circuited for a second when you checked what had caused your phone to buzz.

Two voicemails.

From none other than Isaac.

It was right then that it dawned on you: Oli was marrying that asshole today. In only a couple of hours actually.

Before listening to the messages you started to record your phone screen, maybe he would try to threaten you or something and you could use that to convince Oli to break things off with him. It wouldn’t kill to be precautious.

The first one was sweet, although it almost made you gag, it was sent with good intentions. Isaac was asking you to go easy on Oli, regardless of your feelings towards him, you should be supportive of her and her decisions. Too pretentious for your liking, but sent with good intentions nonetheless.

The second one started awfully weird. Some muffled sounds, things you couldn’t quite make out. Until you heard a loud moan, your eyes going wide as you pushed your phone away from your face. Isn’t it technically ‘bad luck’ to see the bride on the wedding day? You didn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts as the voice on the phone started to moan each other’s names. The woman didn’t sound anything like Oli, because it wasn’t Oli. Isaac was cheating on your sister? And on their wedding day!?

Oh you weren’t about to just let that go. You stopped the recording, thanking your intuition, and quickly ringed Oli.

It rang once… twice… three times… and then voicemail. You tried at least four more times until you figured she just didn’t want to talk to you.

“Marie can you come in here please?” You called your secretary.

A few seconds later she popped her head inside your office.

“How can I help?”

“Can I use your phone!?” You sounded more exasperated than you wished.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to call your sister today?” Damn, that woman knows you too well. You sighed loudly.

“Please… I just…” You trailed off, sounding desperate this time around.

Thankfully Marie gave in and lent you her phone. You typed Oli’s number and rang it, several times, she didn’t pick up once. You were starting to get truly desperate now.

“Do you have the address?” You handed Marie her phone back.

“Here.” She handed you a piece of paper from her pocket.

It was on the other side of the city, at least a one hour drive. You quickly grabbed your coat, purse and phone, rushing out of the office, only being stopped by a hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” You gave her a reassuring smile and a quick nod before making your way to your car. Marie has been working with you since the beginning, she always knew when you were up to nothing good. She also knew that when you set your mind to something, there was no stopping you.

The drive was excruciating. You kept making stupid mistakes and taking wrong turns. Everything seemed to work against you, being it: accidents, red lights, slow drivers, pedestrians. Even the birds chirping around were pissing you off.

You finally reached the venue and stopped the car messily in the front entrance. You quickly ran up the stairs, and almost tripped and fell when you heard the officiant was already performing the ceremony.

You reached the doors and yanked them open, hopefully interrupting the wedding before it was too late.

“Don’t do this!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, nearly breathless.

The guests all turned towards you, surprised. So did the couple on the podium.

Except those people weren’t Oli and Isaac. You recognized them, Vision and Scarlet Witch, or at least that’s the names they went for on television. You’ve seen them before, doing business with Stark had its perks, but had never been introduced.

You could’ve felt bad, but your stomach was a turmoil of faith and nausea. You were either really early or really late to stop Oli.

“Sorry,” you said, trying to catch your breath, “wrong wedding, carry on.” You turned around to leave, but not before noticing the bride glancing at her own wrist.

You didn’t get the chance to take a single step out the door before her voice filled the silence that had settled.

“It’s you.” You stopped dead on your tracks. Your wrist burning slightly, not the kind of pain to cause discomfort, just enough to be noticeable.

Those words.

Her looking at her wrist.

Your’s burning now.

You turned back around, earning all kinds of confused glances from the guests. Your eyes fell on the woman, a smirk plastered on your lips.

“Seems like this isn’t the wrong wedding after all.”

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Since people actually liked it here's the continuation of the modern Xiao camgirl!darling post I cut from the original, as promised, most if it's under a cut. Here’s the original post. I didn’t think people would actually like the camgirl concept so I thought I was rambling too much and cut this part out lol but here it is now!

Tws: derogatory language/female slurs, mentions of reader being a cheater, reader is promiscuous, murder, incel-y mentality (our modern boy would be a 4chan user, look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong) and mentions of upsetting realistic things, this one's darker than the first part. If you're bothered by other modern stuff for being too realistic best avoid this too probably, involuntary pornography ---------- Coming up on one year since you gained your most loyal subscriber, you get a rather... Unsettling request. He has something he would like this month, in fact, he adds a few hundred to the regular amount (he's been saving up just for this) and asks for just the answer to one simple question. What's your name?

Your real name, he clarifies. He doesn't need a last name, nothing like that. It would just... Make him feel closer to you. He avoids using the term "anniversary," even though that's what comes to mind. He also doesn't tell you that he already knows, that this is just a test of your honesty. For someone who's so cautious, you would think you would think to give a fake name whenever you go to coffee shops for them to yell out, or change it on the packages you get. You hesitate. And it would be easy to give him a fake one, yet, you don't really think about it too much, you kinda think about that as an afterthought, what you should have done, but your very real name is typed out and sent before you really process it, and you feel a sort of unease, but it's already sent. No big deal. He can't do much with just your first name, right? If your name is common, you feel pretty safe, but even if it's a rarer one, surely there are other people with it, right? He's happy though. Kinda surprised, really, that you didn't lie to him. Maybe you trust him?

You're not stupid, you know something is wrong, you're becoming paranoid. And you connect the weird feeling to him, bc he goes radio silence for several days leading up to finally taking you. This dude who used to respond to any messages you sent within 10 seconds suddenly... It's like he disappeared? He hasn't responded to anything you send him ever since you said your name. You send him messages saying you haven't heard from him in a while and you're worried... The way you word it makes it sound like you're worried about him, but you both know that's not what you really mean. You're hesitant and suspicious of every guy you meet. You buy pepper spray and start carrying some around, you nearly spray a poor guy who you thought was trailing you, turns out he just lives in your building. He makes note of it. He watched you buy it, and is quick to realize you always hold it in the same hand. That must be your dominant hand, that's an important mental note for the future, since you're more likely to try to attack him with that hand. He'll remember. He has a note in his phone with information like that. Height, weight, birthday, social security number, parents' names, school she graduated from. All in little bullet points. He adds dominant hand to the list. He's not worried at all really. Already watched you struggle to carry packages he could lift with one hand, your strength doesn't cross his mind as a threat. At first he just doesn't know what to say, and that's why he stops responding, he feels too awkward but... He starts to enjoy the weird feeling of power the whole situation is giving him. You're worried, you're constantly paranoid, and it's because of him. Now you finally understand the same feeling you inflict on him, how you consume his thoughts every waking moment of every day. It used to irritate him that you held so much power over him, while he meant nothing to you. Now, the tables have turned. You're forced to have him constantly in your mind, whether you like it or not, just like you are in his. It's giving you what you deserve. It gives him a feeling of significance. He matters, even if it's not in a good way. And he keeps telling himself that once he's all you have, he'll matter even more. He's smart enough to realize that if you're paranoid, you might have mentioned him by username to someone else, so to ensure he knows what to do from this point, he has to sneak into your apartment at night as you sleep. It's so unbearably tempting, you have no idea -- you're right there and so vulnerable. He has to hold himself back because he knows that if he so much as touched you, he couldn't hold back. But it's torture, standing there so close, watching your chest rise and fall as he fiddles with the phone. Even when he unlocks it with your thumb, he tries to hold the phone from an angle to do so, even if the skin of his hand grazes yours, it would be too much. You have a lot of contacts across your messages and a bunch of different apps. You have one guy in your online chat you've exchanged far more messages with than anyone else! Hundreds upon hundreds of messages, and huge paypal cash drops, who the hell is -- oh, wait, that's him. Nevermind. But, to his pleasant surprise, he's the only one of your... customers that you regularly talk to, the rest just have a few paypal notifications or clarifications on your policies, but no actual conversations like you have with him. Of course, that's literally part of your deal, he's literally paying for it, but it makes him happy nonetheless. But as he goes through your personal messages, he finds that you are... in no shortage of options. Like, holy shit. It was kind of expected. You *are* really pretty, that's how you have so many followers after all, but this is a lot. So many contacts named some variation of "DO NOT ANSWER!!!" or "creepy guy that forced me to give him my number at the club", etc etc. Plenty of unsaved numbers texting you to never get a response. You've ghosted enough dudes to make your place haunted. It's... kinda awful, really. It also kinda hurts his heart a bit more than he expected. You have so, so, so many options, even without the cam thing, he's more insignificant than he even realized. ...Well, for now, at least. He'll be significant to you soon enough. And then you seem to have a sort of "boyfriend of the month" deal going on, aside from that. Plenty of male-name contacts whose last exchange is a "don't talk to me again!" message from you, plenty of messages corresponding to the same time as those to your girl friends about how you can't find a good guy and every relationship ends badly. How unfortunate. See, it's because you choose bad guys. You probably go for dicks and not.... well, he can't exactly pull the "nice guys like me" mentality, he doesn't delude himself into thinking he is one. He's lucid enough to realize that most nice guys would not be sneaking into your house and standing over your sleeping body to stalk your phone as they make plans to kidnap you. He knows he would probably fall under the classification of a creepy guy. He's just too far gone to care. Still, he would be so much better to you, he tells himself, not a cheater or a player like you complain about. To say he resents those kinds of guys -- ones that can do the unthinkable and actually talk to girls, let alone successfully, only to be assholes, and yet girls like you still go for them -- is an understatement. You're basically just a slut, you probably ignore all the guys that would be nice to you, just like all those internet forums he reads talk about. Typical.

Well, those forums also make fun of guys like him who pay for girls like you, but he can't blame them. It *is* kinda pathetic. There is one dude you talk to, though, now. Current boyfriend of the month, from the looks of it. You have a little heart emoji next to the name. He knows it's kinda pathetic that something so simple and insignificant sets him off, but it does, makes him pout and grind his teeth and curl his other hand into a fist. It's so unfair. Some dude you barely know gets to fuck you, and you haven't even known him nearly as long as you've known him! He doubts this dude -- hell, any of your boyfriends -- has put in the same amount of money that he has into you. They fuck you practically for free. And that, unfortunately for you, only solidifies his decision. If you're fucking some dude for a month because they buy you dinner every now and then, if we're going by that scale, then you owe him quite a good deal of pussy. Any hesitancy or guilt he had about the whole thing is gone. And he's a little mad. Keeps grumbling to himself that you're just a loose whore, fucking so many people and putting yourself out there on the internet. He wonders if they even know about what you do. Probably not, you probably don't tell them. Yeah, that sounds like what you'd do. Really, you're kinda lucky that someone like him is so willing to commit to you, since you are a slut. You don't deserve it, but he loves you anyway. And you'll probably have the nerve to be ungrateful for it too. Sigh. On the bright side, by some miracle, it would appear that you have not told any real-life people about him, you haven't sent out any hey if I disappear you should probably look into this creep type of messages. But he can't afford to have you doing so in between now and when you move in with him, so, he decides he has to act within the next 24 hours. While he's here, though, he decides to do a quick sweep of your place. Makes note of what snacks and drinks you like, what brand of toothpaste and shampoo and the like you use, so he can buy some for you. Maybe you'll adjust better if you have some of your favorite things. And then, after days of silence, he sends you a message, says it's fine, his internet went out for a few days. He means it to reassure you, but somehow it makes you feel more uneasy. He has everything planned out, or so he thinks. But you deviate from your usual schedule. When you leave work or class, you don't go home, you go somewhere else, first. How strange. Maybe picking up groceries? He follows from a distance. No, looks like you're going out to eat...? Maybe you're meeting friends or family or -- no that's a guy. Fuck. You must have planned this just earlier today, since there were no messages on your phone. It makes a bitter feeling rise in his gut. He hates that he can't get close enough to listen to your conversation. Well, he hates the whole thing, sits there and seethes the whole time. Watches you through the windows in the parking lot, thankfully you chose to sit outside. Feels his eye twitch and his hand clench every time you smile and laugh. It takes way too long. The fact that you split the bill feels like a punch to the stomach too. Shouldn't you be used to taking guys' money? Oh, and what's this...? This guy isn't the picture on boyfriend-of-the-month's contact. Well, well, well. You really are a whore. See, it's a very good thing he's taking you off the market. You're probably a reckless heartbreaker too. He's doing all the other men of the world a favor by taking on such a burden as you. And it makes him feel far more justified in keeping you locked away, since he has every reason to believe, now, that you'd run off and fuck someone else if given the chance. Halfway through, the guy briefly gets up and runs to the bathroom or something. While he's gone, he sees your face fall a bit. And then he sees you look around. You turn your head from one side to the other. Your eyes scan the area. You shuffle uncomfortably and you bite your lip and your eyebrows furrow. You're scared. You feel like -- no, you know you're being watched and it scares you. That makes him a little happy, for some reason. He wouldn't be sure what to do if you went home with the guy, but thankfully you don't. No big deal, this was just a bump in the road, he still beats you back to your building and he still goes through with the original plan. Even better, now that it's even darker outside. If anything, now he's got extra aggression and testosterone in his blood, running over the events in his head and going through some... very forceful and violent fantasies. The message he sent had you uneasy, and it's also how you immediately know what's going on when it does finally happen. You keep telling yourself you're being unnecessarily paranoid, that it's nothing, maybe that guy actually got his life together or got a girlfriend or something. Things like... What you fear, don't happen in real life, that's stuff that only happens in movies and stuff. You keep calling it that or it in your head. That won't happen to you. It's not going to happen. The series of events that play out in your head, scenarios you try to push out of your mind. Sure, in the movies it always takes place in the stairwell, but that's fiction, so you go up the apartment stairwell as always. You're not gonna let a bunch of B-grade old films scare you. And it's always some dude standing and waiting, but that nice young boy that you've never seen before is just leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, he only glances up for a second as you pass by, he's not a threat, you're being paranoid. You flash a smile and a little wave as you walk by, he doesn't return either, just looks back down at his phone. See? This guy doesn't even care, you're being paranoid for nothing, you tell yourself. But as you make the turn to go up the next set of stairs you hear the click of a phone being put on the lockscreen, a few metallic footsteps ringing out in the open hall and echoing, coming up right behind you, but for that split second you expect a tap on the shoulder, maybe he has a question, it's not like movies, it's not like movies, you're not gonna get a cloth shoved over your face and--- Well, it's not exactly like the movies. You were prepared, but it all happens in one motion - one hand grabs the hand with the spray and twists it, making you drop it, the other wraps some material over your mouth. You were prepared enough that you don't gasp in surprise, you hold your breath and thrash, but it doesn't make any difference, you wiggle and writhe for a few moments but can't even begin to break free, eventually succumb to the lack of oxygen and take a deep breath. It takes a few seconds to settle in, it's not so immediate. You instinctively panic and thrash again, but he has a complete iron grip. The dizziness takes a second to set in. He huffs a bit in frustration and says stop moving, it's fine. It's definitely not, but it occurs to you that that's not something a kidnapper looking for any potential vulnerable girl says. It's a poor attempt at comfort. It's someone specifically looking for you. And if that wasn't enough, he says your name. Your very real name. Maybe it was a mistake to tell him after all. But the worst part of it all is that there's not a single doubt in your mind, even in your panic you have the realization, it's definitely him and this is literally exactly what you were afraid of. And it's the last thing that goes through your head. And once he's got you out cold he just takes a sigh of relief. He may have been very neutral faced to you, but in reality he was incredibly nervous. He hasn't exactly made or used chloroform before, our boy is operating on YouTube tutorials here. He's got adrenaline pumping through his veins and carries you with his arms trembling. He's on autopilot carrying you out, but his mind is also consumed by holy fuck I'm touching her she smells so nice she's so warm her face is so close I'm actually touching her-- you get the idea. He feels bad about taping your hands and feet together and putting you in the trunk of his car, kinda. It feels too much like what a really bad person would do to a girl they didn't care about, like he's a trafficker or a murderer or a criminal or something, but that's not true at all. Sure, he's still mad at you for being a whore and all that, but it feels improper, he just has no choice. It's late at night, but he can't risk getting pulled or being at a stoplight and someone seeing an unconscious girl in his backseat, so, trunk it is. But once he's home, to his tiny little downtown apartment (he'll probably be able to move into a better place soon, since he's not paying you tons of money anymore), he takes a quick check to make sure the coast is clear, and drags you out, up the stairs, all the way into his apartment, sets you down on the bed, where you'll be staying. He even washed the sheets and cleaned the place up a bit for your arrival. You probably would not like to see what this place looked like before the five trash bags worth of cleaning was done. He'll probably be more motivated in the future, though, since now he won't be so depressed all the time. And then the adrenaline of the fear of being seen is over, and that's when it sets in that this is real. It's very, very hard to hold back. You're real, in the flesh, he can reach out and touch you with his hands! It feels like a dream. And he realizes he can take this opportunity to do things he would be far, far too embarrassed to do when you're awake. He takes a few minutes to do just that, cautiously reaches out to poke your face, and then run a hand down your neck, your skin is so soft! Your hair smells so nice, he lays down beside you and runs his fingers over it. Puts hands on your body and just lays there in awe of the fact that you're real. He's pretty certain he's never actually touched a human female before now. Everything about you feels soft. Weirdly feminine, which is something very foreign and confusing to him. And he kinda uh... Loses it. Goes buckwild with just taking in every aspect of you. Again, since you're unconscious he can be gross and entirely shameless about it. Peels your clothes off and runs his hands and mouth over every inch of flesh, takes the tape off your lips and presses his tongue into your limp mouth until he's forced to let go to breathe, fingers you and tonguefucks you and sucks on your nipples and your neck. Lays pressed against you and just breathes in your scent. It takes every ounce of self control he has not to fuck you already. But he does jerk off a few times. That way he'll last longer, so it's a win-win. And then... you twitch. Tape goes back over your mouth. And then, you twitch again. And this time, you make a little "mm!" under the tape, you start trembling and he sees you try to pull your hands apart. You whimper. It sounds scared and distressed. He feels kinda bad, but it also makes him hard, and that outweighs any guilt by far. Besides, it's what you deserve after what you did earlier. You tortured him mentally, it's only fair. On the good side of things, you suppose, you don't have to worry about the usual fears one would have over such a situation - you're fairly certain he's not going to kill you, nor sell you. In fact, the bed you wake up on is pretty soft. You're naked and the tape is uncomfortable, but... At least he was considerate enough to give you a blanket. He does care about you, after all. First thing he says is asking if you're awake. Can you hear me? You hesitate a moment, and then you nod. He's a bit new to this whole abduction thing. He wants to make sure he didn't pull a muscle or something with the tape. So... Do you hurt anywhere? Does your head hurt? Oh, right, the tape. He's not stupid either. You have to promise you're not going to scream. In fact, he's angry enough about earlier that he gets a bit meaner than he originally told himself he'd be. If you scream, I'll make you regret it. Understand? You nod, so he takes it off, holding it close in preparation in case you were lying, but you don't actually answer him, you're silent again for a minute, then just ask a question of your own. You're that guy, right? He's silent for a few seconds, there's no need for any clarification. Finally just says yeah. You just breathe again. Silently. Finally you summon the courage to ask him what he wants with you. And why are you doing this to me? And his answer is fairly simple. What do you think? You don't say anything for a minute, and neither does he. He's not good with words, and you don't really have ones for this situation. It occurs to you that offering to pay him to let you go is probably not the solution. After all, this is the guy that's dumped unimaginable amounts of money onto you, you couldn't even come close to paying him back. You figure maybe, after he gets what he wants... well, you get the courage to ask. Is there anything... that I can do o-or... anything that will make you... are you gonna let me go, after you....? And the answer is, again, simple, but the one you did not want to hear. No. He's a blunt boy, so he doesn't beat around the bush, but he doesn't torment you by keeping anything from you. In fact, he's already rehearsed this speech a few hundred times in his head. He just wanted to make sure he's very clear so there's no misunderstanding, and while he likes some discomfort in a vengeful sort of way, he doesn't want you to be too freaked out to where you have a panic attack. He says he's just going to... keep you here. He has the things you'll need. He got your purse with your keys, so he'll even run to your apartment after this to go get some of your stuff. You don't need to tell him which number, he adds, he already knows which apartment you're in. He needs you here, he says. And he makes sure to add that it's your fault. If you were never out there selling yourself in the first place, this never would have happened. If you're good, he can make things a bit better for you. But you need to go ahead and accept that you're going to be staying and that no amount of begging or offers is going to convince him to let you go. He can be nice to you, he promises. A better boyfriend than the others. You just have to be a good girlfriend -- you know, obedient and sweet and do what he says. Just like you always were when you talked to him. Just keep being sweet like that and doing the things he tells you to do. You would argue that the terms boyfriend and girlfriend are not appropriate descriptors of the sort of relationship he's creating, but you keep that thought to yourself. Instead, you ask, How long are you going to keep me here? Which is a dumb question, since he's pretty sure he already made that clear. Forever. -----

There's a double homicide in the area. Takes place on the same night, and the same diameter of knife is used, so police believe maybe the two incidents are connected. Especially because they do have something in common, one girl. She was romantically involved with both of them. The girl in question's apartment has been vacated, very suddenly, and the girl has disappeared without a trace, taking things with her from the looks of it, so police believe she may be responsible, but other than that, they have no leads. A few weeks later, a video circulates all over the internet. Some famous camgirl finally started making porn, apparently. Just one video, but the description (which was totally written by her, it has to be since it's written in first person right?) says something about how she decided to quit camming, so this video marks the end of her career. She got into a relationship, so she says in the description, so she has to quit. It's roleplay porn, apparently, she's doing a good job at the acting. All tied up and gagged and getting fucked by some big-dicked guy holding the camera. He's silent, but she's making a ton of noise, cums several times. Really good acting, the fear and desperation in her eyes looks so real. Talk about going out with a bang. It gets a lot of likes. Tons of comments about how sad people are she's quitting. And of course, a lot of comments say, what a lucky guy.

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acquitted love || sjn & reader

title: acquitted love pairing: johnny suh x reader genre: fluff, angst, co-workers!au, lawyer!au, one-sided enemies to lovers word count: 8.7k warnings: some language/cursing, brief mentions of sex but there's no actual discussions or explicit conversations of the topic, but generally pg-13 prompt: you absolutely hate johnny suh. but when your boss pairs you two up together for one of the highest profile cases, you’re left working close with your enemy but he doesn’t seem to think that way of you. a/n: tada!! i wrote this for the @/ficscafe fic exchange event!! so @urlocalnctstan , hope you enjoy this !! i tried to write it according to what you put as your preferences, but honestly T_T it was so hard bc i was just not getting any ideas!! hopefully this is something you’d like :D enjoy !!

“God, isn’t he just… so attractive?”

Along with a click on your tongue, you feign a hit in Hyeri’s direction, whose reflexes have gotten so much faster in the past couple years of knowing you and it shows when she cowers underneath your arm. She gifts you that not-so-apologetic smile, full of mischievousness because she knows no matter how annoying she can be, you’ll still love her nonetheless.

“Why do you keep talking about Johnny? You know he’s banned as a topic of our conversations.”

Hyeri rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her white frilled blouse. You know that she doesn’t actually inhabit any romantic feelings for Johnny, but she has a problem of thinking without the usage of her brain when she sees a hot guy.

Not that you think Johnny is hot.

No.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t think he’s at least an ounce of smokin’ hot.” She’s unraveled her arms by now, poking your shoulder incessantly to grasp onto your attention as you're tapping on the buttons of the copier machine. “I bet if you asked him out, he’d say yes.”

You briefly glare at Hyeri. “You realize that he and I don’t get along, right? He keeps finding stupid loopholes in the system to win his cases. He thinks with his heart, not his head, and sometimes, with whatever that thing was in his pants.” And, not to mention that he walks out the court with that big grin stretched from cheek to cheek, giving the ‘good news’ to your well-respected boss (who you desperately seek the approval of but that’s a different story for another time). And every single time, she gives him that nod of appreciation, that ‘nod of approval’ if you will, when it should be given to you and not to some asshole who fucks his way to victory.

“But he’s so hot—”

You narrow your eyes at your friend, and with a stern voice, you call out, “Hyeri.”

She shrugs. “Honestly, though, he’s hella smart. He’s got a job here, and works under your boss. It’s Park, Kim & Associates—notice how Park is first, because she’s a fucking genius. She only picks the intelligent ones to work under her. Why do you think I’m still working for Mr. Kim?”

Park Seohyun and Kim Gonghyun—one of the biggest lawyers in the region, decided to join together to build their own law firm from the ground up. They were both highly respected in their field; Kim Gonghyun spent years of his life being mentored by one of the most famous judges, and as for Park Seohyun, she was, simply put, admirable because of the obstacles she has overcome to make her dreams of working in law to be real. Being a woman, young, and beautiful, she’s had her fair share of encounters with people who disregard her potential, that is until she met Gonghyun—who, admittingly is an old man who seems like he’d be traditional, sexist, even, but he proves to also make people realize how wrong they are with their impression of him.

But, as Mr. Kim is getting older, he’s gotten a bit… lazy.

In fact, he’s been slacking so much that he’s gotten a new rep in the office—if he was your direct supervisor, or your supervisor was under him, you were on the side of the office where all the easier, uncomplicated cases were assigned. Which meant that there was a slight possibility that your talents and skills weren’t as sharp and exceptional as you thought they were.

And well, Hyeri works directly underneath Mr. Kim.

Hyeri doesn’t want a heavy workload, despite the fact that there’s a plethora of files on her desk, stacked up one onto another as tall as her PC tower, and they were all open and closed cases—needless to say that she didn’t mind it.

“Okay, but you got offered a position under Seohyun. Do you really think you’re not wasting your potential?”

Hyeri scoffs. “Never. At least, not now. I’m still in my twenties, I’d like to enjoy my youth while I can, for your information.”

You quirk a brow. “And does any of that pertain fucking Johnny? The hot guy, so you claim?”

She immediately has her hand covering your mouth and you scowl. “Shhhhh, he works here!”

You bite the flesh of her hand and Hyeri instantly retracts. “You think I don’t know my archenemy works here? He sits directly across from my office—I get the best view of the guy and I’m not even one of his fangirls.”

“You’re not gonna be one of those girls who claim they’re different because they don’t like him but then end up falling for him anyway… are you?”

Your hand goes up and Hyeri crouches down.

“Stop it.”

“Seriously though! It’s the classic e2l love story,” she has her hands gesturing in front of her like she’s making an imaginary rainbow, “Two lawyers, constantly butting heads, accept each other’s differences and learn to love—“

“The fuck is an ‘e2l’?”

“Enemies to lovers.”

“Are you high? Stop spitting nonsense.” This time, you’re waving the stack of papers that finish printing in front of her face. “Meet me for lunch later. But if you keep talking about my archenemy and I falling in love, you can kiss a free meal goodbye.”

Hyeri gasps.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Maybe. Just maybe, Hyeri might be a tiny smidge right when she says Johnny is handsome. Just a bit though, because she can’t get credit for something like that.

He’s dyed his hair this shade of brunette that sort of reminds you of roasted chestnuts on a cold, winter day, sitting inside of a cooker outside of your childhood home, baking along with some sweet potatoes your mom had gotten from a farmer’s market nearby. Johnny has this focused gaze attached to the screen of his monitor; there’s a dip in the fronts of his brows, lips tightened into a straight line, and constant switching back and forth from the computer while taking notes down in a book that’s laid open in front of him.

You wonder what’s running through his mind, or well, you’re more interested in what files he has sprawled out on top of his desk.

Truthfully, if it hadn’t been obvious enough, you weren’t quite a fan of Johnny Suh and it’s mostly due to his work ethic. He’d been notorious for his reputation of sleeping around—especially with the opposing side—so it’s hard to convince yourself that he didn’t win the case because of his actual capabilities, but it’s because he pulled some strings.

And Johnny doesn’t put much effort into denying it either.

Albeit deep down, you were a teeny bit envious of his confidence. He struts around the courtroom with ease, and when he presents his position, there’s no staggering in his voice—it’s always crisp and clean, weighted with nothing but credence, and never straying from his initial perspective. It’s never a lack of poise, it’s consistently the look he goes for; from the hand gestures and the furrowed brows, to the rhetorical questions in the end of certain statements that has the speculators and jury sitting at the edge of their seat, Johnny had a talent for performing in the courtroom, but that doesn’t mean anything when the way he gets to the success isn’t ethical.

Just at that moment, his eyes lift from the screen and meet yours.

There isn’t any hesitation when you scramble to grab the remote controller, and the shades drop over the windows instantaneously.

“Fuck,” you mutter underneath your breath, tossing the remote onto your desk and shaking your hands after. What if he thought you were admiring him? Maybe he didn’t see. Yeah. It was for a brief second, and with how close your offices were to each other, it would be common to accidentally lock eyes… right?

Interrupting your thoughts, the office phone rings and it nearly startles the living soul out of you. But before you reach for it, your head tilts to the side curiously because the extension number is familiar—it’s Park Seohyun’s, your boss.

What could she be calling for?

You don’t remember fucking something up—but to be fair, half the times, you never really know if you’ve actually fucked up until someone with steaming ears and a crimson face comes storming in. So… did you do something good? Again, you don’t think that’s right either, because other people would’ve made comments about it.

Deciding to swallow your nerves, you pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey!” Seohyun never fails to be bubbly, and you could never mimic her energy. You definitely had to be born with that kind of enthusiasm. “I have a favor. Hop into my office.”

Leaned back in her leather swivel chair, she had her fingers laced with each other while resting over her stomach. Johnny stands beside you (and you do your best to not look directly at him, especially after that weird staring thing), and you both feel like kids being lectured by parents from how still you are. Her office is huge, probably the size of both yours and Johnny’s combined; with ceiling to floor windows, cases of books that line the perimeter, not to mention the humongous ass couch that practically covers the other half of the room, and her desk was so wide, you estimate about four monitors would fit on there with still additional space for work. That wasn’t even the best part—the view of the city looks almost like a generic lockscreen of a Windows computer, and you’re not even sure why she goes home at night when she basically has a penthouse here.

“As you know, I have a favor.”

“Right,” Johnny retorts, mostly as a filler in the awkward silence. “So… what’s the favor?”

She pulls a box from her purse; square, black and made from a leather material with a lock pad stitched into it, something you’ve never seen before, and she slides the passcode in, then it pops the lid open. A key (a… very small one) sits in the velvety cushion, with nothing else occupying the space with it, and it looks comical. She uses this to open the very top drawer of her desk, and as she pulls using the handle, there’s another box inside, but this time, metal instead of leather, but still black.

What the fuck?

It seems Johnny shares the same thoughts, because he sneaks a glance over at you.

“You see,” Seohyun begins, pressing on the digital keys of the box until there’s a beep at the end and the case hisses open. “There’s a lot of security for this. Which means you understand the importance of it.”

Then, she picks up four manila envelopes and lies on the surface of her wooden top desk. “I have a family emergency to attend to this upcoming week. I’m boarding a flight tonight. So I’m leaving the Hwang v. Yoon case to the two of you.”

“Fuck—”

“The what?”

You and Johnny are sputtering out of shock. The Hwang v. Yoon case is the biggest case that the firm is involved in currently, and the only people involved in it have been Seohyun and Gonghyun. It’s been on every social media platform you could think of; from Facebook to Twitter, TikTok to Instagram—there’s even this weird website for emo/grunge teens or strange kids that like writing fanfic called Tumblr, and whatever that is, it’s discussed on there too.

“What about Gonghyun?”

Seohyun scoffs, closing the drawer and dropping the key back into her special box. Where do you even get a box like that? “He can’t handle this alone. So I’m kicking him off until I come back. I thought about letting the two of you work with him, but his ego is so inflated, it’ll get in the way of our chances of winning. It’s easier if it was just me and him, but seeing that things at home aren’t well, I’m going to need you two to step up to the plate.”

The room goes quiet. The only sounds you hear are the muffled noises of a typical bustling office outside the thick walls of Seohyun’s office, and at first, excitement rushes through your blood because Seohyun thought of you taking over a special, high profile case.

Albeit, another realization gets soaked up, and it’s that Johnny also came to mind, and that because it’s such an important case, the two of you would be… working… many… hours… together.

Maybe you should back out of it—but then again, this is such a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Imagine winning this— it wouldn’t be good for just the law firm, it’d be good for you too. Your name, in articles on these big fancy news websites, perhaps even on new channels, talking about how you, this amazing lawyer, won the Hwang v. Yoon case.

But then you’re snapped back into reality when Johnny leans over to take the envelopes from Seohyun.

If your name is on those platforms, so is Johnny’s.

God, this guy just ruins everything, doesn’t he?

“We’ll take care of it, Seohyun. You can trust us,” he says assuringly, a smile tugging on each corner of his lips with that dazzling gaze. “We’ll be at our best.”

Kiss ass.

If you had the option, you wouldn’t be spending your Saturday night here at work, in one of those conference rooms with a long table in the middle, a big projector that displays on the wall, and a random black leather loveseat couch that lines the one corner in case there’s too many occupants.

Especially since the person who’s accompanying you is Johnny Suh.

There’s probably a lot of people who would kill to be in your position (Hyeri being one of them), but you dread it. Not to be that person, but what’s so special about him anyway? What? He’s tall, has some muscles, long luscious hair that he can slick back with that sultry stare—wait, what?

“Alright, moving on…” From what? You guys just started? It’d been clear with Seohyun that the mornings would be dedicated to other cases, but nights would be considered overtime and where you’d zoom in your focus on Ms. Hwang’s justice. “Let’s take a look at the facts here.”

Johnny slips off his blazer, hanging it on the back of one of the chairs as you’re seated in another, leaning back comfortably with an arm resting on the table. He loosens the first few buttons of his dress shirt before folding up the sleeves, and that’s when you notice a little thing in the inner crook of his elbow—is that a fucking sunflower? Is that what he uses to reel girls in? That he’s soft enough to have a pretty little flower etched onto his gentle, silky and supple—

“Okay,” he says, interjecting into your thoughts with a laser pointer in his hand. He taps on the space bar of his laptop that mirrors what’s on his screen, but then, that’s when you realize what’s on the slides.

There’s a collage of pictures, mostly street, casually walking themed ones, but the common factor was that they were of Yoon Changmin, the man you guys were up against. They were all paparazzi-like photos, which begs the question, how did he get pics like this, and why did he get them?

“What’s the point of this?” you ask, voice laced with nothing but suspicion.

“We gotta get into the mind of the enemy.” You wanna get into the mind of your enemy, too.

You gesture to the one image of Changmin with an arm around his girlfriend and a finger up his nose. “Seems like he’s trying to reach inside of his head instead of us. These are just everyday pictures, Johnny. What’s that going to do for us?”

“Well,” he begins, turning to look at the wall of ‘evidence’. “You see—wait, holy shit.”

Freezing in the midst of reaching for your coffee, your head jolts in the direction of your partner. “What? What is it?”

“Holy shit,” he exclaims, “Hoooooooooly shit. Why didn’t I see this before? This changes everything.”

Furrowing your brows, you’ve given up getting your drink and dropped your hands onto the table. “Tell me, what is it?”

“This is a game changer.”

“Johnny,” you call out sternly, and his eyes link with yours before he instantly points to a particular picture with his red laser pointer.

“Look at that.” There’s pride saturated in his words, but when you look at what he’s indicating, your body slouches in disappointment.

Why the hell was he directing your attention onto Changmin’s thighs? Surely, there’s no denying that they were attractive—you recall that his alibi was at the gym that very night of the crime.

“What? He’s guilty for showing off his toothpick legs?” They were lean, you never said they were muscular.

“No,” he retorts, slightly irritated by your response as he rolls his eyes. “Look at his pants.”

“Okay…”

“They’re jean shorts.”

There’s a pregnant pause, but the expression on your face is so loud it can’t be hidden.

Johnny continues, “That’s a fashion crime.” He says it as if it’s an obvious fact known by many. “Not to mention that it’s fucking raw hem. He should be arrested.”

Suddenly, your opinion of him thinking too much with his heart dissipates because it seems like he’s thinking out of his ass instead. Did he win those cases out of pity? How did this guy even pass the bar? How about law school? How the hell did he even get into law school?

“I don’t think—”

“Listen, alright, just hear me out,” he’s got the palms of his hands resting flat on the surface of the table, doing his best to gain your full undivided attention. “Only assholes wear jean shorts. They flaunt that shit around like they own the place, but they’re horrendous pieces of clothing that should not be on a male’s body. I don’t care what you say, what your opinion is, because that is a fact.”

Puffing your cheeks, you feel at a loss. If Johnny is who you had to get this done, it feels like you’re not going to be finding much evidence any time soon.

“Okay, if… if that’s how you want to play it, then show me the evidence—other than those 2012 cut off denim shorts.”

He reaches over to hit his space bar again, then with a wink and a slide change, he leans closer to you and says with that deep, honeyed voice, “Gladly.”

You hate admitting when you’re wrong.

Ironically, you concede and will confess when you actually are, but it doesn’t mean that you enjoy it. For example, when Hyeri claims that the intern Mark had a crush on you, you quickly waved her off, stating something along the lines of, “I’m too intimidating; there’s better chances of him being scared of me than ever finding me attractive.” And then a week later, you owed Hyeri free lunch at that hip ramen place downtown because Mark had approached your desk that very morning with a bouquet of red roses flowers for you, a cheeky grin glued to his face with pools of hearts in his eyes, and ready to ask you on a date because it was the day after his internship had ended. Naturally, it wasn’t fun rejecting that poor college boy.

But, you won’t say you find Johnny interesting or handsome. Or that there’s potential when it came to possibly (just barely the slightest smidge) that you’d ever consider asking Johnny out. He’s your enemy here, you’ve mentioned that a multitude of times, and you stand firm on that very declaration, despite the fact that sometimes when he gets too close, your breath gets caught in your throat and you feel like you can’t get whatever’s lodged in out.

Albeit it’s not the whole “you guys are gonna end up together” comment that Hyeri makes and resulting in you denying it afterwards, it’s that Johnny might… be a decent lawyer.

He’s not the best one you’ve seen; the stupid revelation he had on the first day working on the case about the jean shorts is evidence for it, but it’s the days following that were slowly changing your perspective on him.

When you said, “He thinks too much with his heart more than with his head,” it was 100% correct.

When meeting with potential witnesses, you recognized that Johnny empathizes with people often; when they cry and start panicking from being overwhelmed, he's quick on his feet to put an arm around them, share reassuring words, and have them back to normal in record’s time.

And, well… you? You’re the one making them cry in the first place.

You don’t want to fully take the blame for being the cause of their tears, but people need to hear what’s happening, and the very detail that they can’t even handle this information probably means they’re not worthwhile as a key witness.

Johnny, of course, thinks otherwise.

He believes that these people should have a voice (although you’ve alluded that they might be more useless than helpful), and putting them on the stand with Yoon Changmin there would change the view of the jury to supporting Hwang Naeri.

“Listen, if we get these people to sign the form, we’d get witnesses and it’ll help Naeri,” Johnny claims, frantically moving his arms annoyingly as he talks, trying his best to express the gravity of the situation, “and maybe, maybe, money wouldn’t be how Changmin wins, but how he loses. We can’t have another person with jean shorts walking on the streets of our city like this—they deserve to go to prison.”

You scrunch up your nose. “Why does this always revert back to the jean shorts?”

“It always has to do with jean shorts,” he snaps back matter-of-factly. “Any straight guy wearing jean shorts with that much goddamn confidence has done some wrong in their lives.”

“Right, but I’m pretty sure that the crimes he did are mainly the reason why he’s being prosecuted against.”

“Jean shorts are the windows to the soul.”

“I’m almost 100% sure that eyes are the windows to the soul, but whatever. If you genuinely believe that the women we met today would benefit our case, then… okay. Let’s bring them to the stand.”

On the contrary to you, Johnny doesn’t have a hard time convincing witnesses to testify. You see the way that he works; those kind eyes directed at the participants, the pools of chocolate were sweet, saturated in nothing but tenderness and warmth, then he does that weird thing where he reaches for their hands and cups them before the words that escapes from his lips are enough to swoon them to stand in front of a courtroom.

Maybe, just maybe, there’s a method to his so-called madness.

Aggression and bluntness don’t work, it seems, because when you’re the one attempting to convince these people to go against the man that had done them wrong, they’re less willing to do it. Something about ‘moving on,’ and ‘not wanting to relive those memories again,’ but if it was you, you’d want justice. Then again, not everyone is like you, and not everyone thinks like you, and spending this abundance of time with Johnny is slowly getting you to ease into that perspective.

So… the initial impression you had of him may have been wrong.

And maybe, just maybe, you’re developing some feelings for him, just as Hyeri predicted.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

His abrupt personal question is enough to have the coffee spill into your mouth to slide down the ‘wrong throat’ because you’re choking, hand on your chest as you’re tackling to regain your breath again and Johnny only stares in disbelief, blinking blankly. “Are… are you okay?”

You glare at him through a hooded gaze. “Well,” you clear your throat once more. “Now, I am.”

“Cool.” He nods, retracting his hand so he could rub your back soothingly, deciding it’s best to stay away. “Are you going to answer my question?”

Quirking a brow, your head tilts slightly in puzzlement. “Why are you asking this?”

Johnny shrugs. “Isn’t it weird that we’ve hung out with each other for a whole week—stayed here for nights and we both don’t know anything about each other?”

Tapping your fingers against the wooden top table, you sigh. Maybe he’s got a point; after all, “Keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer,” right?

“No, I’m single.”

Johnny’s face suddenly brightens, ears perked, and his body straightens its posture in his seat at this revelation. “Oh, uh, I didn’t know that. You seemed busy in your personal life, so I, uh… was just wondering.” He looked anxious, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. “I, um, I’m single too, by the way, in case you’re wondering.” You weren’t.

The plethora of cardboard and plastic boxes scattered across the table was a representation of the night. It’s been long, exhausting, and messy, mostly because it’s a Friday night, the hearing was on Monday, and the two of you were nowhere near close to having enough to present to the court. In fear of disappointing Seohyun, the two of you agreed to stay over the office for the weekend to cram work for the case. There’s no denying that the atmosphere is weirder on the weekends, especially since, well, no one really comes here on the weekends. Johnny had to use the bathroom earlier and ran into the cleaning lady and she nearly shit her pants because she didn’t think anyone was here, so she had music blasting in her headphones.

Johnny is… interesting. He makes you laugh—or well, want to laugh, but you don’t give him that sense of satisfaction—and he’s smart but in his own weird way. He’s not like the other lawyers you’ve met, or any of the law students you attended University with because he’s more lighthearted and free-spirited than the rest, taking life in strides instead of just overwhelming himself in the abundance of stress that work brings.

He’s entirely the opposite of you.

And maybe you could learn something from the guy, but there’s something in you that brews hatred toward him. Possibility that you resent how easy he makes being a lawyer seem when you’re struggling in your day-to-day life to make things work.

But it’s way too fucking hard when he’s just… like that.

Despite all of that, he’s very generous and kind toward you. On rough days, he delivers your coffee order, the one you always get because he remembers what you asked the intern to get for you the last time, and he’s good at identifying when you’re just having that kind of day. You eventually learn he has a photographic memory (fucking show off), so when he saw that crumpled napkin with scribbles of what you want in that dumb intern’s hand, it wasn’t hard to remember. Which, by the way, is how he’s able to get into the most prestigious school for undergrad, manage to pass the bar so easily, and get into law school effortlessly.

And knowing this information sort of angers you more.

You know this isn’t his fault—he’s been blessed with a trait that people desire, one that you also yearn for, but the lucky ones get handed a lot of things in life. You wonder if he’s the type of guy who wins girls easily after matching with them on dating sites because of this stupid ass ‘photographic memory.’ Does he sleep with them right after? Does it ever get serious?

You shrug your shoulders and shake your head. You shouldn’t even let these strange thoughts haunt you, especially when you don’t even like him.

He’s a spoiled brat who gets everything handed to him on a silver platter.

So you’re left counting the remaining days until the trial so you don’t ever have to work with Johnny Suh this closely again.

Okay, well, it’s evident that bad luck is glued to your side because after you win the Hwang v. Yoon case for your law firm with that asshole, Seohyun is so impressed. So goddamn impressed that she insists that all the high profile cases are to be given to both you and Johnny.

To work as a team.

Together.

Jesus, this is Hell for you.

Surely, the promotion and raise that came along with it was definitely a plus, but it has you wondering if it’s even worth it. He’s been your unspoken enemy since the first day, and although you think you’re pretty forthright about your hatred for this guy, he can’t seem to read social cues.

When you’re pushing the double doors into the conference room the two of you often spend working on cases in, you expect Johnny to be ready for another day. But strangely enough, Johnny doesn’t have his laptop out or any of the notebooks sprawled across the table.

“Um,” you slide the strap of your bag off your shoulder and onto the spare chair. “Did you come late or something?”

He takes in a deep breath like he’s been holding back something. “We need to talk.”

There’s worry inscribed into his features; from the crease in between his brows, to his pursed lips, and eyes soaked in concern, almost like he’s got bad news to share and it has your stomach in knots. Was it that the case was thrown out? It couldn’t be, right? You both worked hard, presented your stance to the point that the jury and the judge were in awe with your findings. Sure, you had to cover Johnny’s mouth right before he was about to go off in a tangent about jean shorts, but overall, it was a good win, a hard one to go back on and pull out the wrongs of it. So what was it?

“I’m quitting our partnership.”

You blink. “What?”

He gestures to the room with his hands as if there’s anything out to reference. “This thing. Our work. The big profile cases. The famous stuff. I told Seohyun that I won’t be doing it anymore and she can revoke the promotion and the raise.”

You’re still not catching on. “… Why?” Was it something you did? Yeah, you weren’t a big fan of Johnny either, but were you so bad that he decided to not go through with the raise because of you?

“Because,” he pushes his blazer back, hands sliding into the front pockets of his navy blue trousers. “There’s a policy put into place. Those who are on the same cases cannot have any personal relations with each other that extend past friendships.”

“We’re not even friends?” With confusion written across your face, your head tilts to the side. “I’m not… I’m not catching on here.”

“I like you.”

Startled, the words you want to say are stolen out of your mouth. You’re left with a mixture of perturbation and bewilderment, uncertain where to go from there because Johnny asked for the removal of both a promotion and additional money that could be so good for his career… and it’s all because he has a crush on you?

“You quit the best thing that could’ve happened to you because you like me?”

“Yeah,” Johnny states calmly, sucking in his cheeks for a brief moment. “Ain’t that romantic?”

You scoff. “No. Absolutely not. You’re insane! Why would you do yourself dirty like that? Use your head, Johnny, you’re constantly thinking with that stupid heart of yours, and hate to break it to you, but it won’t get you anywhere.” Combing your hair with your fingers, you let out a sigh. “Go ask Seohyun for the position back. Say you made a mistake and—”

“I’m not asking her for the position back.”

Johnny doesn’t make any sense to you. “What? Why wouldn’t you do that?

“Because,” he laughs in disbelief, not because he thinks you’re funny. “I’m not going to force myself to work with a girl that I keep falling for. That’s self-inflicting, you realize that, right? You’re amazing, but you can seriously be so dense sometimes.”

“I’m dense? You just told one of the best law firms in the city that you don’t want to work on the important cases anymore because you have a stupid crush on your partner!”

“If we were on a team with more people, maybe it’d be different. But it’s just us two. You think I won’t fall any harder? That’s not easy. Every time I see you working, I swear I could be hopelessly in love with you one day.”

Your heart stops for a second.

This is Johnny Suh you were talking about here. One of the claimed best lawyers in your office, one of the most intelligent people that Hyeri has ever met, and Seohyun evidently backs this up because she’s given him so much recognition for his work. He’s the guy who worked with you to win the Hwang v. Yoon case, he’s the one who brought up the stupid jean shorts that seemed so far-fetched at the time, but they were a crucial detail everyone missed—it so happened that when Changmin bought those dumb shorts, there was evidence of at least one of his crimes in that store from the security cameras.

Any cis-gendered male who wears jean shorts can’t be trusted, according to Johnny.

And candidly speaking? You couldn’t even deny that. Your past two ex-boyfriends both wore jean shorts and the one cheated on you and the other one was caught money laundering.

“Listen,” he begins, interrupting your foggy thoughts. “I’m not asking you to tell me you like me back. I’m telling you because you should know, and that I can’t go on any further without letting you know. I’ll, uh, be in my office. Seohyun said she’d find a replacement for me.”

Hyeri is his replacement.

She’s great company and does a good job of helping you with whatever you need, but that was just it. Hyeri followed you, she never led with you, just as Johnny does. Agreeing with everything you say, mindlessly trailing behind everything you do—Hyeri was smart, but she couldn’t figure out how to think for herself when it came to these bigger cases because she’s never been given such a responsibility. But you couldn’t even blame her because it’s what she was told to do under Gonghyun.

“You said that you think Maeri snatched the bracelet?”

“No, I said if you watched the security video that the jewelry store submitted, it clearly shows that Maeri snatched the bracelet. Not that I ‘think.’ The proof is right there, Hyeri.”

She nods, resuming back to her work on the computer. Truthfully, Hyeri felt more like an assistant than a co-worker, someone to bounce ideas off of and to see from a different perspective. And as much as you hated Johnny, he had decent points. He had ways of making you put yourself into the shoes of people you never thought you were; although the guy was obnoxious, at least he actually was… good at his job.

Deciding you can’t take it anymore when Hyeri asks for the tenth time that hour about your beliefs rather than her own, you abruptly stand from your seat.

“Where are you going?”

“Out,” you reply shortly. “I’ll be back.”

It was just a spontaneous thought. It’s after hours, and although there are some people who stay behind to get some work done, you had your doubts that Johnny would still be here. He seems to have a better grip on that work/life balance thing people talked about (unlike yourself), but it didn’t hurt to check his office, right?

It’s a good thing you went with it. Because right across from yours, there’s Johnny.

There’s one single lamp that shines over the tabletop of his desk, and the other sources of light in his office are from his computer screen and the ones from the city skyline from behind him. It has him seemingly angelic like this, so serene, calm, and collected, only focused on what’s laid out in front of him. The sun has gone down, people have gone home, but Johnny remains, hardworking as always, despite your previous observations that he’s a lazy, unprofessional guy who gets everything handed down to him.

With a knock on his glass door, he flinches, head raising up and eyes meeting yours.

Were his eyes always this sparkly?

Opening the door, Johnny drops the pen in his hand and crosses his arms before leaning back in his seat. “What’s up?”

“You’re here late,” you state the obvious, and Johnny only nods in return, without a rebuttal in sight. “You aren’t normally here late. At least, before the Hwang v. Yoon case.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But Seohyun dropped something on my desk this morning. Wanted to work on it. What brings you here?”

Inhaling in a deep breath of courage, your hands bundle up into a fist by your side. “Please come back.”

Johnny raises a brow. “What?”

“Come back,” you reiterate, this time, it’s less tense and releases with ease. Caving in isn’t usually this effortless to you, but something about Johnny makes you feel… comfortable enough.“Come back and work with me again. Yes, I’m not supportive of how you do things—”

“Then let’s go out on a date.”

You freeze. Legs rooted into the floors of Johnny’s office, you’re left immobile and diffident on how to react next. It wasn’t what you were expecting, although you weren’t quite sure what you were hoping to anticipate, but it most definitely was not this.

“I—”

“I said my terms,” he retorts, shutting the book in front of him before shuffling up from his seat. He’s leaving, you realize, and Johnny’s ready to head home for the night and you’re not sure if you could handle an entire weekend with Hyeri here. “And, I meant what I said. One date, and if it really doesn’t work out, I’ll stay on the case.”

Chewing on your bottom lip anxiously, the next words that come out are out of character for you. “And… what if it does?”

A soft smile tugs from each corner of his mouth. “Then we’ll figure it out from there. Promise.”

This is… awkward. It shouldn’t be, but yet somehow, it remains awkward.

You’ve spent weeks with Johnny before, and those moments were in a room, in the middle of the night, and alone. Hours and hours were dedicated to work, yes, but it was just the two of you and nobody else.

So why is it so weird being in a five Michelin star restaurant with him?

Maybe it’s the atmosphere. The dim lights, the white clothed tables in lieu of the scratched up wooden one back at the law firm, and instead of leather seats, there’s a neutral beige chaise cushion for the dining chair, slightly less comfortable because it doesn’t recline like the one in your office. Instead of an array of photos and evidence disseminated in front of you, there’s a laminated menu with a multitude of options of what to have for dinner.

Johnny gets the steak with mashed potatoes and string beans, and you order something similar but seared salmon for the main protein. The waitress offers wine, babbling on about the age of the red, where the vineyard is located, and the dryness to sweetness—to be honest, you could care less; you’d rather have gin and sprite with a squirt of lime. A couple glasses of that and you can almost guarantee that the night would end with a deep slumber.

Oddly enough, Johnny seems nervous. Ever since he pulled up in his midnight black Audi in front of your apartment complex, he’s been acting strange. He keeps wiping his sweaty palms off the material of his trousers, occasionally swiping off the droplets that fall on the side of his face.

“Are you… okay?” you suddenly ask, adjusting your dress in your seat. Deciding to go with a black silk dress with a slit up the leg and your hair let down, it’s not a look you often sport but since you’re going on a date (one you haven’t been on in quite some time), you figured it would be nice to at least play the part.

“I’m, uh, honestly, I’ve never really asked a girl out before.”

You quirk a brow curiously. “What? You’re telling me you never asked a girl out before?”

He lets out a bashful laugh with a faint nod, making an attempt to swallow his nerves after. “Honestly, I’ve always been asked out and not the other way around. Not to sound like that guy, but I never really had to put effort into trying for girls. They kind of just…”

“—Throw themselves at you?”

He beams. “Yeah! Like that. I don’t really know how to react half the time, but it makes the whole dating scene a little bit easier.” Geez, he called you dense, but he’s over here acting clueless.

Either way, it feels like whatever opinion you had about Johnny remained true. He never had to try when it came to the dating scene, and you could only imagine what that means for work and the relationships he has with the women in your career field.

“Mm, does that usually happen with work too?”

Befuddled, Johnny leans back in his chair. “What do you mean by that?”

With a shrug of your shoulders, you’re poking the meat of your salmon that falls off easily. After the first initial bite, the fish practically melts on impact when it touches the tip of your tongue, smooth like butter and bursting with flavor that couldn’t be described by any common person because it wouldn’t do the salmon justice. Johnny seemed to put a lot into this date, and you’re left pondering what the point of this was. Did he actually like you, or was he trying to get into your head? “Just seems like you get a lot of special treatment.”

“Are you jealous?”

“In what way?” you snap back.

“Are you jealous of me because I’m getting this so-called special treatment that you think I’ve always had, or were you jealous of the girls that seemingly got my attention?”

You’re left without anything to say.

It was a good observation he made because truthfully, you never saw it like that.

In actuality, you often saw Johnny as your rival. He climbed the ladder in the field with ease, and it wasn’t hard to quickly blame his success on the fact that he was a guy in a male dominated industry, but the fact that there’s a possible interpretation for your hatred may be from these feelings you might’ve been harboring for him this entire time… that can’t be it… right?

“I mean, look at where you are now,” you begin, trying to defend yourself. It can’t be true that the reason you’ve been bitter about Johnny was because of the girls that got his attention, and one of them not being you. “You got a high position from—”

“—From hard work,” Johnny interjects with his brows furrowed. “I didn’t get to where I was because I slept around, if that’s what you’re insinuating. I knew you sort of always hated me, but I’ve always admired you. I like your work ethic, I like your style, even though we’re both on opposite spectrums, I like the way you think and I wanted to know what it was like being partners with you. Getting to be on that case with you showed me more than just who you were as a lawyer, but who you were as a person. I like you, but I’m trying to put my finger on why you hate me so much.”

“So you noticed.” Sucking in your cheeks, your eyes trail elsewhere—from the fork that lays beside your plate, to the glass filled halfway with wine, to the little candle that sits in between the two of you that flickers the way he has your heart when he expresses once more how he feels about you.

“Yeah, of course I noticed. If you like someone, it’s kind to miss details like that about them. So… you really hated me because you thought I slept my way to the top, huh?”

“I mean…” shoulders dropping in exasperation, you run your fingers through your disheveled hair. “All those rumors—”

“Again, they’re just rumors. I worked hard to get here, you know. And I’m kind of offended that you thought of me that way.”

You scoff. “They’re rumors, Johnny, it’s kind of hard to ignore all the office gossip when that’s all you hear. Plus, it wasn’t hard to believe either, with the whole flirtatious act whenever you encounter anyone who’s breathing and has a vagina.”

“I wasn’t flirting.”

“You need a book for dummies that elaborates on what’s flirting or not, because Johnny Suh, whatever it is you do with your body language in front of that chick who sits by the front door.”

“You mean Siwoo? The pregnant one who’s married to her highschool sweetheart? Also, how do you not know our receptionist’s name?”

You throw your arms into the air. “How am I supposed to know her name?”

He tilts his head to the side, genuinely baffled. “Do you… not talk to anyone outside of Hyeri?”

Your silence answers his question.

“I… honestly, I don’t know if I should be offended or if I should be honored. You think I didn’t earn anything that I have now, you think that everything I have was handed to me. On one hand, it’s flattering that you think my looks and my bedroom skills could do that but at the same time… I’m offended because you think I’m incapable.”

“I never said you were incapable—”

“But you implied it.”

Hands falling onto your lap, it’s your turn to gulp. His words come shooting at you, but you’re without a shield to protect yourself, and with the new experience of working with Johnny, there comes the realization at times that Johnny is a hard worker. There are some things that he says and does that aren’t like the people you’ve encountered, and being put on new cases with Hyeri only proved it. He’s thoughtful in the sense that whenever you’d bring up your stance on something, he challenges you with what the defense might counter.

Johnny makes you want to be better. Not just against him, but to brush off the dust on your skills and enter into the battlefield of a courtroom to showcase them.

“Well, if you’re staying silent, I just want to say that I tried,” the crinkle in between your brows makes another appearance because Johnny is great at leaving you stunned and confused. “I really like you. I love how your head works, and I wanna be with someone like that but I also can’t be with someone who doesn’t respect me.”

Why is it that when you’re in that conference room with him, you’re not afraid and never running out of things to say, but now you’re empty handed?

“I’ll pay for dinner. Grab you an Uber. I honestly thought I could overlook those things, and maybe your perspective for me has changed, but I could see it on your face. It’s the same.”

After that date with Johnny, his life turns back to normal.

Yours? Not so much.

Candidly speaking, part of you missed working with Johnny. You were wrong about him, so wrong, and even when you wanted to apologize at the dinner for what you thought of him, the pride in you was like a vicious plague that blackened your insides, preventing you from ever saying those words.

Oftentimes, you’d still be able to sneak a glimpse of him in his office with that same look on his face—full of concentration and nothing else in his mind other than the task at hand.

The cases you have with Hyeri entail a head like Johnny’s. Someone who could question you, to protest against your stance when there could be flaws in it. It feels like deja vu each time you think about it, each time you open a new case file and Hyeri sits there, perched in that seat beside yours, eyes sparkling with what you have in mind next, instead of what she has going on in hers.

Although you’ve tried convincing yourself that maybe, just maybe, what you feel for Johnny is purely professional but when you see him standing by the water cooler with a couple of your coworkers, eyes mimicking the moon crescents in the skies, replicating the ways his lips curl in elation—it was beginning hard to believe that it was all platonic feelings.

So maybe you should be bold for once. Pull off that exterior that displays you as someone who isn’t just independent and assiduous, but someone who’s stubborn and aggressive in getting what they want—and not in a good way.

This time, you’ll show it in a good way.

Or at least, you’ll try.

Johnny is a routine kind-of-guy—he grabs an iced americano every morning at the coffee shop downstairs at the edge of the street, he does his daily 11:00AM drop-by at the water cooler to refill his Hydroflask (which was his prized possession, by the way), and parked in the same exact spot in the parking garage of your building, despite there being an abundance of places he could choose.

That’s why you decide to stand by his car after work that day. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, hands shaking because it’s your turn to feel anxious. That blazer that once fit so comfortably in the morning suddenly feels tight and hot in the afternoon, and the weather hasn’t even changed. Your bag slung over your shoulder weighs ten times heavier than an hour ago, and you can’t stop your jaw from tightening.

Before your thoughts could spiral off all the possibilities of what the outcome may be when you tell Johnny how you feel, he’s already standing there, feet away from you with that dip in the fronts of his brows that you want to smoothen out the crinkles of with the pad of your thumb.

“Hi,” you greet, faint and peculiarly different from your other approaches. “Um, I just… was waiting for you.”

“Hey,” Johnny says back, the first few buttons of his shirt already unraveled, his blazer hung over his forearm and the sleeves are rolled up. “I see that. What’s up with you?”

“Um,” your leg was jittery, hard to control so you spat everything you had to say out as fast as you could before he could see right through you. “I just wanted to apologize. For everything. You’re admirable, kind, and I wish I inhabited those same characteristics you have. I think professionally, you’ve got great ideas, one that could be implemented into mine and what we did together for that case was just… yeah. We could do something big if we put our heads together.”

Johnny nods in agreement. The relationship between you two work-wise was obvious, he knew that much. “And what about… outside of that?”

“I like you,” you choked, barely getting the words out. “More than just coworkers, um, I guess, more than friends but I’m not really sure since you walked out on our first date,” inhaling in a deep breath of courage, you continue on, “and I don’t know how you feel now after I’m standing before you like this, asking for another chance and that I’m sorry.”

He stares at you blankly, and it leaves you unsure whether or not he accepts your apology. “You know why we ended that date early.”

“Well,” you start again, “can we… start over and try again? I promise I won’t tempt you to end the date early this time.”

And with that, there’s the signature smile that Johnny sports that swoons girls, makes their knees weak, and heart clench but this time… it’s just for you.

“I’d really like that.”

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