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toji-bunny-girl · 2 years

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 !!

🕷️ CHARACTERS— jock!itadori yuuji x fem!reader x best friend!fushiguro megumi

🕷️ SUMMARY— what started as the worst halloween party you’ve ever gone to ended up in a night you could never in your wildest dream imagine to happen

🕷️ WORD COUNT— 4.5k BABYYYY

🕷️ CONTENT WARNING— swearing, drink spiking, harassment, drugs, halloween frat party, mahito, college au, overprotective and possessive megumi, noncon, overstimulation, dumbification, mmf threesome, marking and hickeys, pet names, praising, oral sex, fingering, clit sucking, double penetration, squirting

KINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST

🕷️ A/N— bitch wouldn’t show up in the tags no matter how many time I’ve posted this 👹👹 hopefully it works this time enjoy 💕

Come on! Just relax, have fun,” the male dropped the weight of his arm on your shoulder, body leaning too close to you for your comfort as he whined, eyes training at your cleavage from his taller height.

You hardly knew this man—who introduced himself as Mahito just less than 20 minutes ago and somehow, you found yourself sitting on the couch at the corner of the party along with his friends, unable to find a way to escape from him as he gets all handsy with you.

Nobara had left to use the bathroom just before he dragged you all over there to his group and your other friends are nowhere to be seen, so you couldn’t leave without any help from them. And not to forget that you even promised Megumi you’d wait for him at the front door and Mahito was making things harder for you.

Frustration and annoyance only continued to flare up in your chest the longer you were stuck with him and his half–drunk friends who couldn't even care less about what he was doing.

“I’m sorry but I really have to go right now, please,” you couldn’t handle any second of it anymore, finally breaking the thought of staying polite after his hand crawled up to rest on your thigh. Swiping his hand off of you, disgust glared from within when his friends simply laughed at the seeming amusement you showed while Mahito chuckled as if it was nothing.

“Aww, but I really want to hang out with you,” he teased with that sly smirk brushed across his lips, trying to catch your eyes but you never even bothered to return a single look.

“Too bad I have to leave now,” placing the half–filled drink he gave you on the small coffee table in front of the couch, you pulled yourself up from your seat, leaving an empty spot beside Mahito.

“Ah, you didn’t finish your drink, (Y/N),” he called out, the alcohol now in his hand swirling inside the paper cup as you noticed how the group’s eyes were on you; staring for some reason.

“Does it matter?”

“Nah, it’d be easier for me if you finished it.”

Fucking weirdo, you thought, before you turned to leave, catching the sight of his close–eyed grin and waving hands.

Megumi had left your last message on seen when you checked your phone, making you sigh at his usual manner. A message to distract you from your previous scare would be nice in the least.

The night was chilly when you left the party, the fresh air from the house cramped with dancing bodies that made it a little hard to breathe. The time showed 9 and you still couldn’t find Megumi anywhere outside the front yard or the gates. Perhaps he had already gone inside the party without telling you but you didn’t have the energy to join in just yet. Mahito seemed to have sucked them all out previously.

Otherwise to the muffled music blasting from inside the house and the soft chatters of the few standing in the yard, you thought the moment was still for a second; calm and silent for a night of partying. Then all of a sudden, a single ding from your phone ticked against your eardrums and your heart slightly jumped from the sound.

‘Sorry I’m going to be a little late’

Megumi’s notification appeared on the screen and your tummy did a little flutter at his name before you tapped into his message, thinking hard about how you should tell him about the stranger you just met without him yelling at you to go back home at that moment.

He had already managed to stop you from wearing that bunny costume you were going to match with Nobara at the party all because it was too revealing, lecturing you about the types of guys hanging around at parties and he wouldn’t hesitate to drag you home himself if he knew about what happened.

Your halloween night was already half–ruined by Mahito and you couldn’t finish it off by being stuck at home instead of having fun with everyone else from campus all because of Megumi’s odd protectiveness.

After spinning your head for a few long seconds, you figured it would be best for your circumstances to tell him about it after the party ends; it would be too late for him to do anything anyway. So you simply sent an ‘okay’ before being left on seen once again, letting out a sigh as you waited.

One by one the people outside started to join the party again, leaving you alone sitting on the porch stairs and listening to the lazy croaks of the cicadas and the muffled blasting from the house. With each passing moment, each slipping second and minutes spent just sitting there waiting, you grew more and more impatient, tired of waiting for the male who didn’t seem to be appearing no matter how long of a time you gave him.

9:33 was the point when your body started sweating and your head started spinning—perhaps getting light from irritation and you simply gave up waiting any longer; you had your other friends waiting inside and you desperately needed a drink anyway.

Just as you attempted to balance up onto your feet with hands gripping the stair railing, you thought you heard a familiar voice greeting from behind you, tone annoyingly playful.

“Ah! So you haven’t left, I see,” turning your head around, you’re met with that stitch–face once again.

“Frankenstein is back, huh?” you let out a groan as your lightly rolled your eyes, trying not to add to the pain behind them while you lean your weight against the railing.

“Don’t be like that, you’ll hurt my heart!”

“What do you want? Just leave me alone, dude.”

“Well, you don’t look so good, do you?”

“I mean, if you’d be so kind to leave, I would be in a much better state, to be honest.”

“You’re mean, you know that?” Mahito took a few steps towards you before his grip caught your arm and a laugh escaped his lips.

“Get the fuck away from me—” you tried to shove him away though your strength was nothing but tenuous compared to the frisky male. Even he acted hurt just to mock you, ignoring your demurs and inhaling sharply through his teeth as he clutched his chest and pulled you with him.

All it took was a single blink and you’d already found yourself inside the party house, the smell of spilled beer and sweat punching your nostrils as Mahito dragged you through the crowd of dancing drunks.

The crowds seemed to grow when you felt Mahito’s hold ripped away from your arm—sticky bodies started bumping into you from every angle once you’ve lost your source of walking support; causing you to tumble back into someone when a body accidentally shoved itself towards your front.

A choked cough came from behind you as you tried to stabilise yourself on your two feet before turning your head to face the stranger, rubbing your eye with the side of your hand as you sniffled, trying to think up an apology through the growing dizziness in your head.

“Hey, ya’ fine?” the stranger questioned, giving you a hand after watching you struggle for a second, and almost instinctively, your fingers grabbed onto his support.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you tried to speak through the music and noisy revelry. Though you’re simply met with a ‘huh?’.

Just as you prepared to squeeze your way out of the middle of the crowd, you caught a glimpse of Mahito’s blue hair and a swift idea quickly swiped through your head—perhaps this person could help you in dealing with that persistent male and you’ll be able to go back home safe.

“Hey—!”

“Hey—!” both you and Mahito synchronised at the same time, his attention on you while yours on the new hope you’re gripping onto. The stitch–face immediately wore a look of realisation the moment he registered the scene. And he wasted no time in grabbing your arm and tugging you to him, praying that you wouldn’t cause any scene before he caught you again.

As though he could sense something was wrong, the other male held you surprisingly sturdy at your spot, unwilling to let Mahito take you away from his side.

“Ya’ sure you’re fine?”

“I’m her friend—“

“I’m asking her though,” the stranger cut Mahito off before turning to face you, hands held tight with yours.

“Shit you’re my friend, leave me alone,” if your words weren’t enough to show your hostility towards the male, the evident glower on your face could speak just enough for you. Plus the stare the cop–uniformed male bore into his skull must’ve stroke something in him that he was finally willing to walk off, chuckling under his breath as he shook his head.

“Woah, what a weirdo, right?”

“Thanks for your help…”

“Itadori Yuuji!”

“Thanks, Itadori,” you smiled at him before you let his name sink into your mind and you snapped clear at who he really is—Itadori Yuuji, the hot jock freshman who’s already popular all throughout campus and fuck did he live up to the words.

“Do you need like, help with anything else? I can drive you back home if you’re okay with that.”

“Yeah, but I really need a drink first,” you chuckled.

“There’s a drink station somewhere there, I'll bring ya’?” the sunshine-smile of his pierced through your heart just like a spear after his words and there was no way to turn him down after he has used that infamous smile on you. So you almost instantly nodded your head at him, a gentle heat resting across your cheeks.

Itadori managed to pave a way through the crowd, nearly everyone saying a 'hi' or giving him a nod as he walked passed them. It would be much tougher for you to leave if it wasn't for him, you'd admit.

The drink station he had mentioned was just outside at the backyard, also filled with people all around and you saw a few making out in the pool. Though you quickly whipped your head towards Itadori when offered a plastic cup of drink to you, an obvious glow of heat on your face.

“So, you never told me yer’ name,” he glanced over to you as he took a sip of his drink, leaning his back against the wall.

“I'm (Y/N).”

“And what are you supposed to be?” he jokingly teased as he pointed at your outfit—a simple last minute choice of a crop top and a miniskirt. And you surely wouldn't be standing there being asked that question if it wasn't for Megumi.

“A college girl on a normal day, I guess.”

“Original. I'll give ya’ that.”

“Thanks. Well, your costume looks great too,” you cocked your head to the side while you checked him out from head to toe. A police cap sitting on the pink mess of his hair with the short sleeves of the uniform tight around his brawny arms and a handcuff hanging from his pocket; you weren't lying with your words in the slightest.

His eyes caught yours when your sight trailed back up to his face, a slight spark of desire flickering in his brown orbs and you’re sure the same burn could be seen over your features. And as though something had pumped through your veins, disregarding your senses urging you to catch onto your wants—your lips were on Itadori’s in a swift moment.

There was a pause in him before his lips moulded into you, tasting you in his mouth as his hand moved your face closer to him by the back of your head.

You’re not even sure how things were heading so fast, something inside of you acting on your wants and only your wants and there seemed to be no way in taming the blaze from within; your body was simply acting on itself.

But you weren’t going to lie about how good it felt with his larger hand resting on the back of your head, your tongues snaking and tasting one and another in a seemingly never–ending game.

Your vision started to blur when your lips parted, the air between the two of you warm with your puffs as you began sweating from the heat; your head feeling heavy for some reason.

“Hey…don’t you think it’s getting really hot here?” you breathed, hands holding onto his as you spoke.

“We can go into a room if you like?” his fingers were on your cheeks, rubbing the few wild strands of your hair between his two digits. And wordlessly, you nodded.

The painfully aggressive beats of the music definitely didn’t help in the gradual pounding of your head once you entered the house again. It was as if explosions were going off with each loud pump of the speakers and you didn’t even have the energy to pull yourself away from everything, starting to let the queasiness catch up to you.

Itadori was speaking with one of his friends and you didn’t catch what they were saying over the music so you stood there waiting for a few seconds before he’s back again, this time leading you to one of the rooms in the hallway.

You half–expected to see a couple naked inside the room when the door threw open and the light flickered on—but the bedroom was empty to your realisation; rare in a party this big and you guessed the house had many other rooms occupied instead.

Then with not a second wasted, your lips were back on each other again; this time hungrier for more. His hands were no longer resting shy on the back of your head or face, now feeling over the curve of your ass and the skin beneath your shirt.

His fingers were more calloused than you would have thought, roughened up throughout the years of sport and goosebumps rose all over your skin with his touch.

The dizziness in your head seemed to have cooled down once you had made it to the bed, Itadori straddling over you while his hands worked on lifting your top off of your head, leaving only your bra on.

“Hey, you okay?” he lightly shook your arm, watching the way your head lolled to the side and your eyes growing heavier with each blink. It took a while for you to get his words, each letter leisurely dropping into your ears and you paused for a while before faintly nodding at him, fingers tugging his hair to pull him back to your lips.

Your eyes shut close when you felt his hands coming up to cup your breasts, clipping your bra off as his mouth trailed down your chin to your neck, lightly picking at your skin with his teeth before sucking on the spots, making you slip out a few moans from his doings.

Then just as another mewl was about to leave your lips when his fingers played at your buds, he swallowed them into his mouth before sucking on your lower lips. And you realised that your body was his already plaything, too pleasurable to move, enjoying every single brush of his fingers against your body before you thought you caught the sound of the door slamming shut all of a sudden.

“Fushiguro?” Itadori called out in both confusion and surprise, whipping his head around to the male standing perhaps even more shocked at the door.

You were beneath Itadori, looking as if you’ve passed out or intoxicated with something with your body half–naked and neck marked in bites. It took a few long moments for Megumi to gather his mind and the first thought that came to his head was to kill his friend.

“Fuck are you doing, Itadori?!” the male yelled, furious and ready to throw a punch as he gripped onto Itadori’s collar. Though his irate attention slipped for a second when you let out a kind of groan, bringing his eyes to the puffiness of your reddened lips and bare breasts.

“Megumi…?” there was no way to deny the boner growing in his pants with the way you speak his name and the state you’re in—you looked so fucking hot.

“Calm down, man. It’s not like you’re her boyfriend, right?”

“What did I say about not to fuck with her?” Megumi threw a glare before pushing the other male off of you, cupping and lifting your face up to find the whites of your eyes red just like what he expected; you must’ve been either drinking too much or drugged.

Taking his jacket off, Megumi covered your upper body with it before Itadori stopped him, “You’re not leaving with her, right?”

“It has nothing to do with you—”

“Don’t you see this chance?” a glint of idea flashed through Itadori’s eyes; temptation and Megumi knew that whatever he was going to spew out wouldn’t be anything good. “She’s like, I don’t know—I think someone drugged her or something. So why not…”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“Kugisaki told me you like her, but—”

“You’re speaking nonsense,” Megumi cut before another groan left your lips, and god you had no idea how pretty you were in his arms, intoxicated and vulnerable to any lecherous man he had always warned you about.

She won’t even know.

It wasn’t Itadori’s voice that was luring him into the sinful thought of succumbing to his perverted desire—it was his own voice attempting to entice himself.

Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?

All those fucking years.

There was a push inside his chest that made him near your face, merely less than an inch away from your lips; the same lips that he had always thought about giving even the slightest kiss. And when you yourself, in your fuzzy state closed the space between the two of you, Megumi swore his heart was trying to dig out of his ribs, pounding and beating inside of him.

You tasted even better than he had thought, the tingles in his spine spreading throughout his whole body until everything on his mind was you and your sweetness, tongue exploring your wet cavern and pulling every moan left in the back of your throat.

Fingers playing at the hemline of your skirt, he finally gathered enough courage to let them slither down to your inner thigh, plump and smooth beneath his fingertips as he drew circles on your skin.

Megumi jolted up when you let out a quiet squeal at the touch of your clit through your damp panties and the sudden suck of your mounds. Impatient as ever, Itadori playfully smirked at him when the ebony–haired glanced down over to your chest.

Bitterness and irksomeness loaded inside of him just at the sight of Itadori touching your body but he knew he didn’t have any right to kick him out of the room considering the fact that he was the one who gave the idea of such twisted pleasure.

Pushing your panties to the side, Megumi let a finger dip into your pussy, wet and dripping with arousal as you whined for more—greedy to feel his fingers reaching deep in your cunt.

Both of their cocks twitched when the squelching of your pussy filled the room as you clenched onto Megumi’s long fingers each time he rubbed deep inside your folds, his mouth now latching onto your clit; sucking and circling the hardened bud while Itadori eats up the messy moans out of your lips.

“Mm—I think 'm gonna cum!” you gasped against Itadori’s lips, clamping Megumi’s head between your thighs while he continued sucking on your clit, pumping his length in and out of you as your hands tried to push his head away and your hips buckled away from him. “N–No, no, no more!”

“Shh, it's okay. Just be good,” Itadori cooed at you, locking both of your hands together with the handcuffs in his pocket before caressing the side of your face with his palm.

“Please—'m gonna cum again!” beads of tears drew from the edges of your eyes while you pled and whined. They were lucky the music outside was loud enough to drown out your cries or else someone might’ve come in to catch a glimpse at you.

Your body jerked up when the second gale of pleasure burst through your tummy, your essence gushing all over Megumi’s chin which finally made him release your clit with a surprise.

“Fuck, man. You made her squirt?” Itadori laughed, watching the way Megumi’s face grew into a shade of red as his chin glistened under the light, your wetness dripping off of his chin before he rubbed them off with the sleeves of his sweater.

“No shit, you got protection?”

“There’s only one in my wallet,” silence ensued after Itadori’s reply. “I think.”

Itadori wasted no time scrambling to take out his wallet, searching through it to find one inside—and another at the back pocket of it, relieving the both of them from the scare before the pink–haired handed one to Megumi.

“Double?” a question from one and a nod from the other.

Your breathing evened when the two of them left your body alone to speak whatever you couldn’t register and all of a sudden, you were pulled up to a sitting position by your arm before Megumi’s lips crashed against yours.

You could feel yourself still slightly sensitive from your previous orgasm, pussy warm and dripping wet when Itadori’s fingers played with your clit from behind, “No more…please.”

”But we haven’t had our fun yet,” his fingers now trailed up to your hips as he busied his lips with peppering kisses on your nape and back.

“I’ll go easy,” a sharp gasp jumped out of your throat just as Megumi finished his sentence, cock slipping into your warm cunt as he held back a groan.

His years of wet dreams about the look on your face when he first enter your pussy and the late–night thoughts of how you’d beg for his cock while he fucked his fist came down now—your glistening eyes widened and plump lips trembling in the slightest.

“Fuck—so pretty…so tight,” Megumi’s voice shook a little as he buried himself inside of you, inhaling the smell of your hair as his hips paused into a stop for you to get used to his size. All the girls he had fucked never felt better than you, his pretty best friend with her pretty little cunt, and it took everything in him to stop himself from coming right there.

Another cry left your lips when Itadori lifted your leg up and entered his cock into your cunt, your forehead threw forward to rest on Megumi’s collarbone as you sob about how full you were.

“Too much! Too full!” your cries were only met with a peck of Megumi’s lips, kissing away a trail of a tear off of your cheek before slowly moving his hips.

“You can take this, right?” his voice soothed the panic inside of you as his hand stroked your head, his dark irises showing the gentle reflection of yourself, and without even thinking, you nodded at him.

Itadori’s pace was faster than Megumi’s, unsteady, or that he tried to hold himself back but failed. The tightness and friction in your pussy were overwhelming for him—it felt too good to keep himself back, and eventually, he greedily pistoled into you with each push harder and faster.

“Oi, Itadori w–wait!” his friend called his name out, trying to stop him but it was no use and both you and him are turning into a moaning mess, your eyes shedding tear after tear while Itadori’s hands gripped onto your hips as he fucked your cunt. The sight was fucking hot, hotter than he’d imagined and Megumi figured you’re going to be fine if he starts moving faster anyway.

So with his lips reassuring you that you’d be fine, he sped up his pace and watched the way your face turned into a pretty sob, attempting to squirm out between the two of them but it was simply all useless and you were at the mercy of them.

The slight ache of their cocks abusing your hole only added to the pleasure, making your cunt clench around the both of them and earning swears and grunts.

“C–Cumin’! M’cumming—!” your muscles tensed up tight as you cried and you don’t even know whose cock is whose anymore, your head only filled with the thoughts of how good it felt.

“Yeah? Fuck—cum for us, princess,” Itadori bit his teeth into the skin of your shoulder as his fingers played with your sensitive nipples, his words turning into a trigger as you came—twitching dumbly between them.

“Shit—ngh, such a good girl,” Megumi could already feel himself close and he was sure he was going to cum when your pussy squeezed their cocks, your body already limp in his arms, succumbing to pure euphoria and seeing whites.

“Gonna cum too, haah,” Itadori snaked his arms around your waist, tightening them as he rutted into your cunt, the friction making Megumi’s cock pulsing and throbbing.

“S–Stop going so rough—” the dark–haired was cut off by the sudden loud squeal of yours, your pussy squirting out your essence onto their thighs and catching them by surprise before Itadori finally came, hard as his arms tightened around you even more.

“Fuck, did she just squirt again?” Itadori panted, reaching his hand over to grab your face before turning it to look at you. Your eyes were glossy with tears, your orbs hazy–looking and drool was seeping out from your lips; and without a doubt, they knew they’ve fucked you dumb.

The pink–haired put a thumb into your mouth and almost instinctively, you began twirling your tongue around the digit, sucking on it as you lightly moaned on his finger while Megumi bounced you on his cock. The sight only brought him to his orgasm, his seed shooting spurt after spurt in your warm cunt and he swore he never had a better orgasm.

Otherwise to the muffled music from out the door, the three of your panting filled the warm room, your bodies sticky and the bed damp from sweat and cum.

This is bliss, Megumi thought. His pretty best friend on his chest with her pretty little cunt twitching from his cock before Itadori poked his head over yours, another familiar glint flashing across his eyes.

“We can totally pull–out, right?”

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astaroth1357 · 1 year

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That 'Realistic' Summoning act was done very amazingly, it all seems like summoning them is something you should do when you're smart and at the very end of your rope.

Is it alright if we ask how things differ if MC summons them?

Or if a Witch has MC with them for the summoning? (Either as a Friend Way or they Kidnapped them, whatever you feel like you would want to talk about :3

And if not that's fine too!

It's always a joy reading your stuff! )

Ooooh, I like the way you think! 😌

Why MC Can't Have Witch Friends

Building off of my Summoning Headcanons here.

Contents: MC has "Main Character Syndrome" and is always the exception to the rule... most of the time. Very LONG post (because I didn't want to post like three then deal with requests for all of the rest. My inbox still scares me lol)

Scenario: While training in more advanced magic with Solomon, MC made a normal witch friend as a study buddy/fellow intern! Comedy ensures.

~♡♡♡~

MC Summoning Lucifer

*it's 2am on a Wednesday but MC and their witch buddy are just now leaving their alchemy laboratory after cramming for another one of Solomon's tests. Much to their dismay, they see it's raining outside, with water just pelting the pavement outside the windows*

Witch: Seriously?? This wasn’t in the forecast this morning!

MC: *glares at the droplet-coated glass then glances down at the books in their hands* You gotta be kidding...! If I get these tomes wet, Solomon'll kill me...

Witch: That's true, but I mean it's not that bad. I think I know a spell or two that could... Wait, what are you doing...?

*the MC looks away from the phone they were furiously texting on as their friend was speaking*

MC: Hm? Oh! I'm just seeing if anyone can bring me an umbrella.

Witch: You would make someone drive all the way out here just for that...? 🤨

MC: *blinks* Huh? Drive? Oh no, that's not necessary- *their phone dings and they wave it triumphantly* Ah! There we go!

*the MC slides their phone into their pocket before pulling out a stick of chalk from their summoning supplies. Their friend watches with confusion as they begin to draw a circle on the ground, but it quickly escalates to full-blown panic the more that gets filled in*

Witch: Oh. My. Word. What do you think you're doing!?!

*MC looks up from their half completed Pride sigil just in time to see their friend diving for cover behind a stairwell*

MC: W-whoa, whoa, what's wrong???

Witch: *points at the sigil* If that's going to summon who I think it is, then what the HELL is wrong with you?? Are you trying to get us killed?! You don't even have an offering!!

*the MC looks utterly mystified as their buddy struggles to at least find their purifying salts*

MC: What? Killed?? Oh no, I know what I'm doing! I've done this hundreds of times, see just watch!

Witch: WHAT-

*the MC completes the sigil and it starts to glow bright blue against the tile floor. They get back to their feet as their friend screams in terror but rather than the rage-filled beast of Pride bursting forth from the ground, a frankly tired-looking man in barely-wrinkled silk pajamas pops into existence holding out a red umbrella...*

Lucifer: *grouchily narrows his baggy eyes at MC as they take the umbrella from his grasp* Should I even have to tell you to be more careful next time...?

MC: *frowns right back and brushes some lint off of his shoulder* I dunno, should I have to tell you to go to bed before midnight?

Lucifer: MC, don't start pushing me today...

*even though it should sound like a warning, Lucifer's voice seems more exhausted than anything, which softens the MC's expression considerably*

MC: Oh, Lu....

*they pull the haggered demon into their arms. running their fingers through his hair and earning a small grunt of satisfaction from him as he melts into their touch*

MC: Thank you for the umbrella, but you didn't have to bring it if you're this tired... Go get some rest, okay?

*Lucifer only grunts again before placing a sleepy kiss on the side of their head. He grumbles out something along the lines of, "Keep safe," before disappearing in a puff of white smoke and black feathers. While the MC inspects their newly acquired umbrella, they hear the sound of their friend scrambling out from behind the stairs, practically tripping over themselves trying to get back to their feet*

Witch: What thE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT!?!

MC Summoning Mammon

*MC and their witchy pal are in the kitchen of their shared apartment looking over some old notebooks that Solomon gave them, most of them holding transcribed stories or old conversations with the Demon Brothers. One story in particular has been especially... perplexing to them for about ten minutes now*

Witch: "-and then the secondborn trembled before the mighty thirdborn's trident as he brought it low upon his..." *glances at MC*

Witch: "his, uh..." MC?

MC: *sitting there, staring at the notepage with pursed lips*

Witch: MC, is something wrong?

MC: Wha- *they pull their eyes away from the neatly penned words then force a quick smile* Oh, no no. It's nothing. It just... this account feels a little off is all.

Witch: Really? Didn't Solomon say that he got it from one of the Demon Lords himself...?

MC: Yeah but... You know, I think we should get a second opinion on this. *they start looking for their summoning tools to find their chalk once again* I'm going to bring out Mammon.

Witch: What?? You want to call upon Mammon right now?! *their hand instinctively goes down to guard their wallet* But we could barely afford takeout last night!! 😫

MC: *frowns at them in confusion yet again* Uh... I know that? Mammon will eat leftovers as long as we heat it up right.

Witch: *jaw drops with a pop* Th-at... That wasn't what I meant...! I mean, how the heck are you going to pay his "entrance fee" with just 20 bucks to our name??

MC: *eyes widen sharply* Oh. My. God. You're absolutely right...

Witch: Thank you! Now if you just put the bag down-

MC: I totally forgot about Mammon's gift!!

Witch: His... his what?

MC: His gift!

*MC opens their backpack digs in past the zipper. After a few seconds, they pull up a small, cutesy keychain made with black beads and a crow-shaped pendant*

MC: I found this little thing while we were thrift shopping downtown. Isn't it just the cutest??

Witch: *stares at the dinky little trinket in their hand with growing concern* 😟 U-uh... It's uhm... Uh-

MC: Look, I know what you're thinking-

Witch: -Do you really??-

MC: -but don't worry! *they lift up their phone to show a similarly styled chain hanging from the case, but white instead of black*

MC: They had a matching pair! I know he's going to love it. I'll get him out here in just a second.

*the MC gets up with their chalk while their witch friend watches them go, muttering dejectedly*

Witch: Please don't tell me that actually works for you... How in the world does that actually work for you?? 😰

MC Summoning Levi

Witch: DAMMIT!!

*the shout of their witchy pal reverberates off the drabe apartment walls, sending MC out of their bedroom to investigate shortly after*

MC: What? What's wrong??

*they come over just in time to see their friend toss a ruined cloak onto the couch. The poor garment looks like it's been torn to pieces by a pack of animals, though their friend appears miraculously unscathed*

Witch: I ran into some of Solomon's missing hellhounds on the way home and had to use my cloak as a diversion. Just look what those little hellions did to it!!

*as their pal begins to mourn their favorite accessory, MC takes a couple long looks at it before waving their hand dismissively*

MC: Hey, don't worry about it. I've got a guy just for this!

Witch: A "guy"...? You know a tailor?

MC: Er... Well not exactly. Whenever I need something sewn up, I just call Leviathan.

Witch: ......

Witch: The...

Witch: The Grand Admiral of Hell's Royal Navy...

Witch: ... sews your clothes...?

MC: *blinks then flushes a bit* W-well not all of my clothes... But, you know, if I need something mended he usually lends a hand...

Witch: I didn't even know he could sew...

MC: Well, Levi's actually very talented in a lot of things! I'll even show you, just, uh...

Witch: Just... what? 🤨

MC: Well he's is pretty shy, so let me do most of the talking... And try not to look at him for too long, but also don't actively avoid looking at him either. And I know it's going to be hard, but try to keep up if he gets on one of his tangents because it really means a lot to him when people listen... Oh, and-!

Witch: What are you, his therapist??

MC: *shrugs* Kinda. I'll go get the chalk.

MC Summoning Satan

*MC and their witchy pal are in an out of the way bookstore specifically for esoteric relics and forbidden magical collections. It's an amazing little place, but it's chock full of shelves upon shelves of impossible to decipher titles and mindbending illustrations that have left the two feeling hopelessly lost...*

Witch: This is taking forever... How the hell does Solomon expect us to find anything in here??

*they look down at the small list of books their less-than-prescient mentor asked for, most of which with titles like "Cgfthgnm'o'th" or "Ghatanothoa"*

Witch: I mean, is this an errand or a C-tier fetch quest...??

MC: Ugh!... I swear Solomon knows that I'm no good in these places... Let's see.

*MC sets their summoning supplies down on a nearby table to look for their chalk and, for once, their friend actually seems kind of relieved to have the short-cut...*

Witch: Are you calling for Lucifer again...?

MC: Hm? Oh no, I think I've heard Satan talk about this place before, so maybe-

Witch: 😳 Hold on. Do... you mean that Satan?? THE Satan???

MC: *blinks* Uh... Yeah? Is there another one or...?

Witch: "Is there another one?" Are you for real?? How do I look? Is this presentable?? Shit, is it true that he hates the color red?!

MC: Where did you...? I mean, he likes green, I guess but I don't see-

Witch: WAIT, don't bring him out yet, we need a cat!! I think the café down the street attracts a few strays. I'll go grab one and come right back!!

MC: *holds up their hands to try and keep their friend from running past them* Hold on, we don't need any of that! What has gotten-??

*the MC yelps as the witch grabs them by the front of their shirt and grips the fabric tight, a burning look of determination setting their eyes ablaze*

Witch: MC, DO NOT ruin this for me!! Do you have any idea how well-connected that guy is? How many covens would kill just have someone around who's on his good side?? If this is the first impression I'm going to make, it's going to be a damn good one!

*they let the MC go only to snatch their summoning bag from the table beside them and stuff it under their arm*

Witch: I'll be taking this and you stay right here! I'll bring everything back after I go change into something green and find a spare cat!!

*as they watch their pal sprint out the door with what was effectively their only means of physical communication with the boys, the MC takes a seat at a dusty table and rests their elbows on the surface*

MC: I guess Solomon is getting those books a little late now... 😕

MC Summoning Asmo

MC: Ow!!

*the MC and their witch friend have JUST finished washing up Solomon's experiment beakers and half-eaten plates from his lab, the latter of which look so disgusting you could mistake them for old petri dishes. As the MC dries off the last glass and goes to slide it in place, they miscalculate their finger position and jam their nail right into a stack of ceramic plates*

*they pull their hand back out and they're previously trimmed nail is now broken into a sharp, jagged mess...*

MC: Oh dammit...! I just broke a nail...

*while they inspect the damage, their buddy slides next to them to look at it over their shoulder*

Witch: Huh...

Witch: Let me guess, you're going to call on ASMODEUS HIMSELF to fix it, aren't you? 🙄

MC: What?? No, of course not! I have my own kit for this, thank you very much. 😠

*their friend's eyebrows raise, almost like their impressed that MC is showing at least a modicum of self-restraint*

Witch: Well, well. I didn't think you woul-

MC: Though it IS almost time for him to give me my bi-monthly skin detox treatment so... 🤔

Witch: Are you kidding me??? 🤬

MC Summoning Beel

*the MC and their witching buddy FINALLY have a day off from Solomon's constant pestering lessons. While they discuss their upcoming plans, the news of a big human world fair in the area comes up. Though their friend seems less than impressed, MC immediately latches onto the idea for uh... reasons.*

MC: Okay, okay, I know this how this is gonna sound, buuuut we should invite Beelzebub to go to the fair with us!! 😁

Witch: ....

MC: 😀 .... So, yeah? Is that a yes?

Witch: .... MC. I swear, even you have to know why that's a bad idea... No mortal event is ever going be stocked enough to keep him from eating us-

MC: *GASP* WHAT??

MC: Beel? Eat US?? In a place with that many vendors, that'll be so unlikely. I'm sure we'll be safe!

Witch: Annnnd I just noticed that you left out the part where you're supposed to say, "Oh, he would never do that" to reassure me....

MC: Oh come on, I'm positive that he wouldn’t want to eat us, at least. He's a big softy and he really tries to keep himself in check...

Witch: I fail to see how that makes things any better...

MC: It will. Trust me. Look, Lucifer can send me enough pocket money to keep Beel fed while we're there. Pleeease, just give it a try...!

MC: I've been telling him about cotton candy and funnel cakes for years! He'll be so excited to come with so pleeeaaaase? 🥺

Witch: I think I'm starting to see why they keep caving in to you so quickly.... 😑

MC Summoning Belphie

*it's been several long nights in the shared apartment as MC and their witchy pal have been cramming for another one of Solomon's infamous tests... Despite having the test in the morning, both have long let time get away from them and neither were particularly well-rested to start with...*

MC: Shit, it's almost 2 again...

Witch: Seriously...? *checks the closest clock then snaps their book shut* Great... I think know a restorative spell or two, but there's not a lot of time to... *they stop as they see a sleepy MC reaching for their goddamn chalk again*

Witch: ... Uh, MC?

MC: Mmm...? *they blink their drooping eyes and yawn* O-oh, sorry... uh. Don’t worry about me... I got a guy for this too...

Witch: *frowns* You've got a...?

Witch: 😳 ... No... No, you can't be serious... You are NOT thinking of who I'm thinking of right now, right? Right??

MC: *rubs their eyes* Eh? Um... no? Maybe?

Witch: Do NOT summon Belphegor! No one ever summons Belphegor!! Especially to go to sleep at night!!

MC: Huh...? 😕 Why not? Isn't sleep what he's good at...?

Witch: Yeah sure, if you're looking to never wake up again! Drink some sleepy time tea or something, but keep Belphegor out if it! You're going to get yourself killed!!

MC: What do you...? *they blink then, suddenly, it actually seems to piece together for them for once* Oh. Oh! You must mean that Belphegor...

MC: Don't worry, he promised to never kill me again, so I'm safe.

Witch: That's not the-wait did you just say "again?"

MC: I'm going to bed now. Goodnight...

*the MC gets up and starts back towards their room without answering the question and their roommate calls after them*

Witch: Don't bring him or I'm taking selfies at your funeral, you hear??

~The Next Morning~

*their witch friend steps out into the kitchen, completely drained after having some AWFUL dreams the night before, just to see a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed MC in the middle of making breakfast. Their newly refreshed look is so radiant that they're practically glowing with health*

MC: Good morning~!! Would you like some pancakes? 😊

Witch: ..... I'm trying so hard not to hate you right now.....

MC: H-huh? Why?? 😨

MC Summoning Diavolo??

Witch: So... Could you do it?

*MC and their witch buddy are sitting on the floor of their living room with MC's summoning equipment in front of them. Both of them have their arms crossed as they run through their hypothetical*

MC: I mean, maybe I could... But I dunno. I not even sure where to start...

Witch: MC. You are probably the most successful summoner I've ever seen. I say just go with your gut.

MC: Oh? My gut, huh...? 🤔

*after some quiet reflection, MC grabs their chalk and begins to sketch out a new circle, making it a much larger one than all the rest*

MC: Let's see... we'd need a sigil so.

*they swipe in three long slash marks, then fill them out until look like taloned legs, humming as they go*

Witch: *frowns* Uh... MC? Isn't that just the corporate logo for the Three-Legged Crow?

MC: Yep! I figured since Dia owns the place, it should probably work. 😁

Witch: *blinks furiously* Wait, he owns what-

MC: Forget I said that. Anyway. Now we need the offering! Uhhhmm... *they tap their chin before breaking into an excited grin*

MC: I'll go get some McDonald's!

Witch: What???

MC: Dia loves human world fast food when he can have it, so that ought to work! *they start to gather their things to go out, but stop just before the door*

MC: Oh! While I'm gone, look around my room for my copy of Dark Persona 4! Levi says he's been getting into that series a lot.

Witch: He plays video games too???

MC: Only when he can! Just trust me, I'll be right back! 😁

~Twenty minutes and three orders of cheeseburgers later~

MC: Okay! Almost ready!

*they take a proud step back from their work of ritualistically arranging cheeseburgers, french fries, and ketchup packets on the makeshift summoning circle and... it sure is something. Just as their witch friend is starting to lose all hope that this idea could ever hold water, the MC goes on to add the final touch by plopping the Devil Station game right in the middle of it all. They take one BIG step back and....*

*...nothing happens*

Witch: .... Huh. Well. I guess there's stuff even you can't do-

*the markings on the ground suddenly radiate a light brighter than the sun that gets snuffed out by the growing shadows in the room. It's as if every ounce of darkness surrounding them is attempting to funnel its way towards circle's center, swirling in place like an inky black portal to the hellish depths below. Just as the MC and their friend dive behind their couch for protection, the darkness suddenly dissipates and everything, surprisingly, returns to normal*

Witch: *shakily looks at the wrecked room from behind the couch cushions, pale as could be* ... Wh-wha... what... the fuuu...

*MC's phone starts going off, startling them both, but they pick it up anyway*

MC: H-ello...? O-oh Dia!!

MC: No, no I'm fine there isn't any emergency!...

MC: No, please stay put!! I was just messing around with a friend, but I'll be way more careful going forward!

MC: .... And what would Barbs say?

MC: .... Yeah, I didn't think so, but I'll come back to see you soon, okay?

Witch: *springs to their feet reaching PEAK frustration with it all*

Witch: SERIOUSLY, WHAT EVEN ARE YOU?!?

MC Summoning... Barbatos...?

Witch: MC. This is an emergency.

MC: Yeah but-

Witch: He'll be here any minute. We're screwed!!

MC: Maybe it won't be so bad-!

Witch: I saw him buying JELLYFISH yesterday, MC! JELLYFISH!!!

MC: ..... 😨 What if we disconnect the stove???

Witch: MC!!!

*their friend pulls out their own summoning chalk and shoves it into MC's hands, clasping them closed in a desperate plea for help*

Witch: We have to some kind of meal plan in place or Solomon is going to make us dinner tonight. You know and I know that there's only ONE person who can keep him out of the kitchen at this point. MC, you have to summon Barbatos!!

MC: B-but...! But-!!

*their friend doesn't wait for them to finish before pulling them down onto the ground and making enough room for them to start drawing*

Witch: THERE'S NO TIME!! Do it, MC!! Do it!!

*they lean back to watch as the MC rests th summoning chalk on the ground, but rather than drawing their hand remains perfectly still...*

Witch: MC? What are you waiting for??

*their friend leans over to get a good look at their face, and they see that the MC's forehead is already glistening with beads of sweat... Their hand goes from still, to trembling slightly when they attempt to make their first stroke... only for their grip to snap the chalk in half completely. The MC stares quietly at their hand for a few moments, before setting everything down and pulling out their cellphone instead*

MC: Y-you know, I think I'm just going to call him.... 😥

*as their witch friend watches the being who hugged Lucifer, tamed Belphegor, and (unofficially) summoned the Demon Prince himself, chicken out of summoning this one last demon they know, a single question burns deep down in the pit of their stomach*

"Just how scary is that butler...???" 😰

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The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 7: Into the Bear's den

Words: 6.3 k (cause apparently I don't know how to write short chapters)

Summary: You're offered a new job and Carmy opens up about his past.

a/n:So we're getting close to the final line and i've never finished anything ever (cause adhd) so i don't know what to do with myselffff.

You cracked your knuckles again and glanced down at your watch nervously, for what seems like the fifth time in ten minutes. The view from the window beside the table where you sat gave sight to rustling leaves and little butterflies floating in the midday wind. You looked back down at your phone and reread your friend’s text, ‘Be there in 15’.

It surprised you to see her name across your screen a few days back, asking if you could finally talk around lunch on Wednesday, and it was an even bigger one that you had agreed. You had practically cut off everyone after what happened at your old job, you didn’t want to tarnish her reputation too and drag her down with you. So you stopped answering calls and texts hoping she’d get tired of not hearing from you and just give up. Now as you sat in the small restaurant waiting for her, you knew how ineffective that plan had been.

You heard the small ding of the entrance bell and rose your head up to find her walking in your direction. 5 '9 and too strong for her own good, Joyce lifted you from your seat in a bone crushing hug. Your arms dangled at your side for a few seconds, but then moved them up her back as best you could.

“Joy, I can’t breathe.” You said, the sound muffled through the fabric of her dress.

She laughed softly and muttered a ‘Sorry, sorry’ before holding you at arm's length and staring down at you with a smile. Her face then fell slightly and she lifted her hand from your shoulder only to smack it back down on the exposed skin.

“Ah! What the hell!”

“Why didn’t you ever answer me?!” She questioned, a hint of hurt concealed in her ever present calmness.

You bit your lip in guilt and sat back down with her taking the place across from you. You both sat in silence while a nice waitress handed out the menu and offered drinks. Once she was gone with your orders, Joyce stared at you expectantly.

“So?”

Your view was trained on the slightly trembling fingers picking at your nails. The words were all an endless jumble inside your head, there was so much you wanted to say but they all pushed at the same time and nothing seemed to come out. She placed a well manicured hand above yours and softly called your name.

“I went to your house and everything. Your mom said you wouldn’t even leave your room. I think she was mad or something cause she didn’t even let me in.”

You let out a humorless laugh and finally look up to comforting green eyes. “Yeah, uhm… she thought you knew.. that he was.. y’know.”

“God no! Barely even knew the guy before that.” She squeezed your hands in hers. “Trust me, hun. If I would have known, I would have stopped it from the beginning.”

“Yeah-no, I know.” You gulped down and waited until the waitress was done serving your drinks before speaking.

“I really am sorry,” You whispered “I didn’t mean to scare you with the whole goodbye text and then just disappear like that.” You took a sip of your drink and Joyce gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I think I just needed time to… process it all.”

“And did you?” She asked, concern looming over her eyebrows.

“Yeah… I feel like I have. I was mad at myself at first, I felt like such an idiot for not seeing it before, y’know? There were so many signs that I refused to notice cause I was so entranced with the idea that someone like him could lo-like me…” You focused your eyes on the other occupied tables to avoid her gaze. “I don’t believe it now, of course, but… I truly thought he was good for me.”

You were both silent for a moment, the words floated around you like the butterflies you saw outside, finally free from the confinements of your chest. It felt nice, to be able to admit what you had kept down for so long, especially to someone who you knew wouldn’t hold it against you.

“Then I was angry at him.” You continued. “Because who does that shit, Joyce? I mean, you have to be really fucked in the head to make someone believe you’re wife’s been dead for two years, jesus.” She let out a small laugh along with you, the situation too crazy to seem remotely believable.

“It wasn’t your fault…”Joyce’s voice grew serious after a short silence. ”You left as soon as you found out, despite what you felt for him, you left. I need you to understand that’s the best you could do.”

“I know..” You reassured her.

The waitress arrived with great timing, placing a bread basket in the center then two bowls with tomato soup as your entreé. You stirred it slowly with your spoon, head concentrated with the recollection of emotions that used to burden you but now didn’t feel as heavy.

“So…How do you feel now?” She asked, letting go of your hand to grab her own drink.

You sat on the question for a moment. If she would have asked you that a couple months ago, your reaction would be completely different, pissed off. You would’ve yelled every profanity that existed under the sun, cursed him out until your throat ran dry and your eyes stained your flushed cheeks salty. He was the reason you were unable to find another job in the area. When all the snobby rich ladies around Lincoln found out you were a ‘Homewrecker’, the news spread like wildfire and doors closed solely at the sight of your face.

All the rejection had pushed you to your lowest point… though had it really?

You had found solace at The Beef. People you admired, who were hardworking and kind despite the blows of life. And you had also met Carmy. Sweet, adorably fucked up Carmy, the sultry ocean current guiding your adrift boat home.

A loving smile unrolled on your lips. “Happy.” You said, scrunching up your nose and a small relaxed laugh left your mouth.

Joyce’s expression mirrored your own, she reached again for both your hands and rubbed her thumb over the back of yours.

“I actually… met someone” You confessed, cheeks ablaze.

“Hun, that’s great!” She gushed, giving your hands another rub. “Show me, show me!”

You laughed at her excitement and pulled out your phone, swiping through your pictures. You found your favorite, one from last week at the end of your grandpa’s birthday. The photo was shaky but you could still make out Carmy's profile as he gave your temple a chaste kiss. You could also see your beaming smile, eyes scrunched up in happiness. You passed the phone to Joyce and dug into the lukewarm soup.

She stared at the screen with raised brows for a couple seconds, flicked her gaze to you then back to the screen.

“You’re dating him?” She asked in a mixture of surprise.

You swallowed slowly and nodded at her. “You know him?”

“Yeah.. I wrote a column about him sometime last year. Big deal in the culinary scene in NYC. Won a James Beard award, or something like that.” She handed your phone back and pulled out her own.

You were taken back by the sudden information. Sure, from your time working with him you had noticed he was good, great even, but a JB? That shone a new light to the already present question, what was he doing at The Beef?

“I knew it! See?” Your friend turned the screen to you.

It was an article from December last year. He was standing with his back straight and hands locked behind his pristine white coat, hair combed like you'd never seen, almost glistening from the amount of product. He’s thin, the bulky arms you'd grown to love hidden behind long sleeves, eyes decorated with heavy bags that made your stomach churn. It was him, Carmy. Your Carmy, but different. Like if the picture had only captured his vessel but not the soul, he stood separate from the nine cooks behind him with an air of arrogance clawing at his stand.

‘Carmen Berzatto: The Artist Behind the Best Restaurant in The World’ Read the article in bold menacing letters.

You handed Joyce her phone back, slightly puzzled but didn’t let it show on your face.

“We had dinner at the restaurant and everything. His shit’s like, stupid good. You really didn’t know?” She asked.

You shrugged while putting another spoonful in your mouth, reducing the importance of the situation, though the small ache bothering your chest might say otherwise. You decided to push it back until you're able to ask him subtly.

“He’s not the bragging type.” You answered nonchalantly.

“Well, I’m happy that you’re happy. How’d you meet him anyway?”

Over the course of lunch, you updated her on the past months, your time at The Beef, everything with Carmy and how you were now unemployed but had gotten something pretty good out of it.

“Honestly, I would’ve chosen dick over a job any day too.” She said and had you grinning from side to side.

“And it was in the middle of his kitchen too...” You mumbled before taking another drink and her eyes grew wide with excitement.

“Look at you, little freak!” Joyce joked and your chest bloomed with laughter.

It felt like a breath of fresh air to joke again with her, like nothing had changed in the last months and you were still as close as ever. Joyce was your oldest friend after all, and she proved to be the strongest when despite how the situation had unraveled she still stood by your side.

“So what have you been up to now that you're a burden to society?”

“Nothing really. I’ve been painting a lot to pass the time but my savings are almost running dry so I have to start looking soon.”

“Have you thought ‘bout getting something outside of cooking?” She asked curious.

You had. It was just an idea of course, but the more you thought about it, the more appealing it seemed. Sure you loved cooking and the everpresent bustle of working in a restaurant, there was something about the rush that kept you on your toes, but a part of you wanted to slow down. If only you didn’t need money to survive, then you could take the time to pursue something else.

“I mean I have, but I don’t know what it would be.” You juggled the idea in your head. “Besides, it's the only thing in my resumé and I don’t think anyone would hire me in another field with zero experience.”

Your gaze fell back down to the white tablecloth, it had been cleared and only your half empty glasses remained. Joyce had been quiet for a while and you looked up to find a smile inching up her cheeks.

“What?” You asked cautiously.

“I know someone.” She stated matter-of-factly.

“You know someone that what?”

“Hire you! Keep up!”

You looked at her with a blank expression. “Joy, I love you, but I would make a very shitty writer.”

“Not with me, I suck at being a boss.” You rolled your eyes, but agreed. “I meant with Jeremy’s aunt. She’s got a gallery in River North where she teaches painting classes to kids. She’s pretty old so she’s been looking for someone to help her out.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to call your future aunt-in-law old.” She waved her hand dismissively. “What if I’m not good enough or say something and fuck up the kids?”

You wanted to remind her about the last time she convinced you to take a job, but preferred to avoid the subject altogether. “I don’t want anyone to blame you for recommending me when I screw up.” You answered instead.

“Dude, please give yourself some credit. I’ve seen your work, it’s really good.” Your cheeks flared up at the compliment, “And I’m sure she’ll like you too, she’s a sweetheart. Plus, how hard could it be teaching kids how to paint?”

A velvety sensation stirred in your stomach as you contemplated the idea. There wasn’t really much to contemplate, it was a great opportunity and one that not many people get without experience. So you swallowed down the nerves that mixed with your self doubt and nodded happily towards her. She let out an excited squeal and reached out to hug as much of your shoulders as she could with the table in between you.

You left the restaurant with your arm locked around hers as she updated you on the past months of her life, your future job and all the planning she had been doing for the upcoming wedding. It was difficult for her enthusiasm not to rub off or even harder to ignore the glowing specks of light that appeared in her eyes when she spoke lovingly of her feancé. You wondered silently if your eyes glimmered with similar joy when you spoke of Carmy.

**********

Teaching children how to paint was, in fact, only slightly hard, but nothing you couldn’t manage after the first week. There were only six kids per class and only two one hour and a half classes from five to eight p.m. Most of the kids were older than nine so they were pretty calm, except for the day you decided to bake cookies for them and swore one had even burnt a hole through his sneakers from all the running he did.

Mrs Marjorie, Jeremy’s aunt and not as old as Joyce had made her out to be, just leaned laughing by the railing upstairs while she enjoyed the show the children were putting on. Taylor Swift playing on the speakers seemed to calm them for some reason, and after a small impromptu dance party, you reminded yourself to pass by the bodega on your way home and pick up sugar-free choco chips for the next batch.

The gallery itself was one of the oldest in the area. It rested in the corner of the street, with high glass walls that allowed the natural lighting to illuminate the two floors inside. Most of the exposed brick was covered with framed paintings, with the right and back walls harboring enough works to almost reach the tall ceiling. The bottom floor was separated into different areas, first the main lobby where the works were sold. Past that was the showroom, an ‘H’ shaped maze divided by white walls that displayed the series of paintings chosen for that month, and behind that was an open space for the painting classes, near the back window wall.

The second floor was half the size of the first, with a metal railing along the perimeter instead of walls, so you were able to keep an eye on the bottom half. It was the perfect mixture of a Victorian and maximalist library. Tall bookshelves stood against the walls, decorated by flourishing plants in unique pots. Old leather couches divided the library from a small employee kitchen, equipt with a microwave and fridge.

Your favorite part, however, was the back. Long shelves that seemed to go on forever amidst a stretching white corridor, sheltering all kinds of sculptures and paintings carefully wrapped to avoid damage. Beside the emergency exit rested a studio, complete with paints, easels, unfitted frames and an industrial roll of canvas fabric. Everyone was allowed to use it as long as it didn’t interfere with your activities. The whole place smelled of paint thinner, old books and wood. Add the endless supply of chamomile tea, and you couldn’t be happier.

You were busy stirring the honey into your tea while also keeping an eye on the floor below, since almost everyone had gone out for lunch. With the steaming cup in hand, you carefully walked back down and began preparing your station for the first class of the afternoon. You carried out the easels from the back and unfolded them in a semi circle facing against the lighting, then entertained yourself rearranging the paint cart that the kids loved to misplace. You also brought out their works in progress and as you placed each one on the wooden base, you admired the different creative takes each child took with the reference image.

Thirty minutes before the first class, you had everything set and the paint splattered apron already fastened at your waist, when you heard the light ‘ding’ of the bell over the entrance door. You stepped out from behind the exhibitions and in your line of vision, Carmy stood with his back to you, head slightly tilted while he analyzed one of the abstract paintings by the entrance. You smiled at the way his shoulders seemed to loose tension when he wasn’t at the restaurant, then with light footsteps moved to stand behind him, stood on your toes and rested your chin on his shoulder.

“I don’t think I’m good at understanding art.” He said with eyes still trained on the frame. his head now rested softly on yours.

“It’s abstract, everyone sees something different in it.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you see?” He asked and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to stand in front of him with his chin now resting on your head.

You hummed gently as your eyes swiped over the canvas of swirling oranges and soft greens. “ A sunset, maybe a flower bed. You?”

He stood silent for a few moments. “A… giant lemon.” He answered more like a question and an involuntary snort shook your chest at his answer. “See, I told you I was shit!”

“No, no you’re right! Now that you say it, I kinda see it” You agreed, turning to snake your arms under his and hugging his waist. “That is definitely a lemon.” You whispered up to him.

He let out a breathy laugh at your answer, then leaned down slightly and pressed his warm lips to your forehead.

“Brought you lunch.” He said between kisses, pulling out a sandwich, from the pocket of his jacket, tightly wrapped in aluminum foil. “It’s sweet n’ spicy with extra pickles.”

“Ooh, my favorite, thank you!”

A shy but proud smile covered his lips, knowing he had your order completely memorized from the few times you’d take dinner home.

“C’mon, I’ll show you around.” You took his hand and took a single step further into the gallery.

“Wait, I can’t. I left Syd in charge and-uhm, I’ve got this.. this thing I have to get to… sorry.” He scratched at his nose by habit and rubbed his thumb along your soft skin as he felt your hand loosen its grip.

If you felt slightly disappointed, you’d rather not let it show. Instead covering it with a closed smile. It had been a while since you’d seen him. Between getting accustomed to a new routine and Carmy’s already hectic one, it was hard to find mutual free time that wasn’t just covered by a phone call after closing shop. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t at least a little crestfallen at not seeing him as much as you were used to, but you also understood that this was the way adult relationships worked, schedules didn’t always match.

You also still had your conversation with Joyce in the back of your head and no amount of begging Syd to tell you was enough to make her budge. The thought of having to ask him yourself made your stomach uneasy, but it was something you needed to do…

Just maybe not at that moment, though.

“Oh, yeah, no prob.” you answered instead. “I have to finish setting up for the kids anyway.” You pointed with the sandwich to the already set up station. ‘But he doesn’t need to know that’ you thought.

“Shit, right. My bad.” He scrunched his eyes closed and gave a single nod and you could tell his thoughts were getting to him.

You stepped into his space and placed a lingering kiss, long enough to pull him from his head, while rubbing soothing circles into his hand.

“Thank you for lunch.” You whispered, then pecked his nose.

He stared down at you for a few seconds, eyes the clearest blue you had ever seen.

“Are you hungry?” He asked out of nowhere.

You looked at him with furrowed brows but with a smile, head tilted in confusion as you raised the sandwich and slowly shook it.

He let out a soft breath that fanned your warm cheeks.

“No, I mean…Can I make you dinner? Tonight” He asked again, eyes glistening brightly under the filtering sunrays.

Your cheeks grew painful from the force of your smile and you nodded enthusiastically at him. His expression mirrored yours, hand holding tightly onto your own.

He kissed you one more time after promising to pick you up around nine, then left in a rush through the crystal doors in direction to wherever he was going. You stood there for a moment, a strange sense of worry bubbling up, but with a heavy breath you decided to credit it to the persistent questions in your mind. You walked back up to reheat your now cold cup of tea then left the sandwich in the fridge. It was almost time for the kids to arrive and since most liked to be there early, you would only be able to take a bite or two before having the little parrots telling you about their day.

Almost like clockwork, the bell dinged again the moment you placed the cup on the desk and little footsteps echoed their way to your direction.

“Ms. F, you will not believe what Sasha said to me today?!”

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There was something you liked about buying groceries with someone that made it feel familiar, almost home-y. The simple action of walking hand in hand through the tightly packed corridors while throwing around ideas on what to make for dinner brought a calmness to your soul that you had not known before. To any outsider you were simply a couple meeting up after work, stocking up on the produce that you would then take to your shared home. And maybe for the half hour that you were in the store, you’d let yourself believe that too. Let the domesticity of it all embrace you as Carmy dragged you through the isles, absentmindedly mumbling to himself on the ways he could use every product he picked up.

You wondered what you would see if you could look inside his head. It would probably look like the office back at The Beef but infinitely.

“So you’re not gonna tell me what you’re makin’?” You asked for the third time on the car ride to his apartment, the bag of groceries he refused to let you pay for resting on the floor between your feet.

He let a soft laugh blow through his nose, then with eyes still on the road, he reached his right hand out to you and threaded his finger between yours. It was a quiet ride, the soft music from the radio filling in the comfortable silence.

“D’you like chicken?” He asked after a while.

“As pets or food?” You asked, teasing him.

“Uh.. food… I hope.” He answered with a laugh.

“If I say pets, would that ruin your idea for dinner?”

“No” He answered simply, a soft smile covering his lips. “But I’ve been told foxes like chicken, so I think I’m in the clear.”

A chuckle escaped his mouth when he saw your eyes grow bigger on your face and the redness on your cheeks match the stoplight above. He pulled your hand to his lips when a groan left yours.

“Fuckin’ hell…was it Joshua or my grandpa?”

Carmy hummed ignoring your question and let go of your hand to finish parking the car.

“C’mon! I gotta know if I have to beat the little shit.”

“You know what they say, snitches get stitches.”

“Yeah and in this case, he’s the snitch” You grumbled.

He killed the engine then took your bag from the back seat, swung it over his shoulder and exited the car. In a few seconds he was by your side opening the door while you carried the bag of groceries.

“If it makes you feel any better,” He said, wrapping his arm over your shoulders and walking through the building doors. “ I got stuck with Bear.”

You liked Bear, to you it sounded quite appropriate. You had heard Fak and Richie call him that once or twice but never asked where it had come from.

“I like Bear, it suits you.” You looked up to see the pink hue creep up his neck, then looked forward again to finish climbing the stairs.

You reached a door at the end of the hallway and he searched for his keys in the back pocket of his jeans. “Sorry for the mess, by the way.” He said nervously, putting the key in the hole and turning it.

You reassured him with a ‘S’okay’ and a soft rub on the back. He extended his arm to let you walk in first then closed the door behind him and turned on the lights.

The room was illuminated by the soft white light of the hallway and as you walked further into his space you corrected yourself, this was definitely what the inside of his head looked like. With small mountains of cooking books occupying every flat surface, an ashtray filled to the brim on the coffee table and pictures of people you hadn't met yet hanging on his small living room walls.

“It’s not much but it’s… yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck in anticipation for your review.

You scanned the room once more, inhaling the scent of coffee and cigarettes that felt completely him, then turned with the bag in your arms and smiled. That seemed to be enough of an answer for him as his chest deflated from the pressure of his sigh and he walked to place a soft kiss over your hair.

“C’mon, or we’ll be havin’ dinner by midnight.” He joked, taking the paper bag from your arms and guiding you to the small space of his kitchen, turning the lights on in the process.

Almost mechanically, he began taking the products out and setting them in a bowl to wash by the sink, then pulled out the chicken and placed it on a cutting board. You moved behind him rolling up your sleeves and turning on the tab to wash the groceries, avoiding his stare.

“What? I wanna help.” You mumbled.

But he only let you help with that, insisting that he invited you over for dinner. From blatant observation, you had learnt that food was his love language, so you didn’t protest when after cleaning the lemons, he took you by the shoulders and planted you on one of the stools on the other side of the small counter.

“Here, you can help me with this” He said, placing a bottle of white wine and a barely used corkscrew in front of you.

“Yes, chef” You answered sarcastically, only to see his hands slightly falter and his darkened gaze sweep over to you, filled with the all too familiar memories.

You bit the inside of your lip and continued with your task, trying to ignore the spark that his eyes had ignited.

Between light conversation, the humming of his stereo and occasionally distracting yourself flipping through one of his cooking books, you watched him work. Skilled fingers danced with precision over the handle of his knife as he julienned the garlic and added it to the sizzling pan with butter and capers. The room was drowned with the aroma of freshly squeezed lemon juice and the hissing of frying chicken.

He moved around with perfected ease, no hunched up shoulders or erratic movements like you would sometimes find him doing, like if he were expecting for the restaurant to collapse into itself at any given moment. No, this Carmy was in control, precise, doubtless. This is the Carmy you could imagine working for the top restaurants in New York, the one with the slicked back hair and rigid posture on the article Joyce had shown you.

The haunting image of sleepless dull eyes flashed in your mind for a brief second, but it was enough to pull you from your thoughts. That and a short glass half filled with wine that Carmy slid to you. You lifted your head from your resting palm to thank him and took a sip from the glass as he poured himself one then added a splash of the liquid into the pan.

“So- uh,” You swallowed the tasteful liquid. “There’s something I wanna ask you.” You began.

“Yeah? What’s up?” He asked and turned your way with raised brows.

“So a friend of mine-”

“Wait, try this for me?” He interrupted, taking a spoonful of the sauce from the pan and carefully placing it in front of you, cupping the bottom to avoid spillage.

You leaned on the counter with your elbows and blew on the hot metal before placing it in your mouth. You swirled it around your tongue, the acidity of the capers exploding in your mouth and triggering a smile. He brought his hand up to your face, tilting your chin up to him and rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip before leaning down and kissing it. It somehow made the sauce taste ten times better.

“That is delicious, chef..” You breathed, the compliment filling his chest.

He let go of your chin and turned back to the stove, to stir the pan.

“Sorry, you were sayin’ somethin’…?”

“Right- yeah…” you cleared your throat to get your thoughts back on track. “My friend Joyce, she’s a writer for Food & Wine, in New York…” His head shot in your direction and you could instantly see the shift in his features as the words left your mouth, but it was too late to stop them. “and when I saw her a couple weeks ago, she showed me an article from last year that she wrote about you- which is pretty cool n’ all- but it kinda made me wonder… H-how come you never talk about New York?”

Carmy cleared his throat and turned the stove off, the sizzling sound dying down slowly, then he rested both hands against the edge, muscles flexed and eyes darting around your face. You were thankful for the music filling in the otherwise insufferable silence.

“I-I dunno I jus’...guessed you didn’t wanna hear about it.”

“Why?” You asked confused.

He shrugged lightly, distracting himself by plating the chicken and adding the minced parsley and some Parmesan on top. He slid both plates over on the counter and you held his hand before he could turn around.

“You know I really care about you, right?” You searched for his gaze, but his eyes were focused on the dishes in front of him. “And if… whatever this is, is gonna work out, then maybe we can tell each other this kinda stuff… even the ugly, no?”

You reached your hand up slowly to his cheek, then when his eyes finally met yours, your stomach dropped to the floor. Sullen wide eyes bore into your own, a mournful expression that you had only seen flashes of before. He nodded in agreement, hand cupping the one on his cheek and turning to kiss the base of your palm.

“No-yeah, you’re right…You’re right.”

You rubbed his cheek with your thumb for a few more seconds before he turned to get two sets of silverware then rounded the counter and sat on the stool beside you. You ate in silence for a while, only letting him know how delicious the food had turned out; then halfway through your plates, he took a sip of his wine to clear his throat and rubbed his palms along his thighs anxiously.

“Just, bare with me cause I’m not good with words, okay?” He took a breath, then began. “I-uhm… I was CDC at this really badass place. The food there was, god, it was… art is the only way to describe it. And the staff was disciplined and always on point, but the exec was an absolute dickhead. He would degrade and belittle and humiliate anyone for the smallest of mistakes, I think he got off on that shit cause not a day would go by when he wasn’t shouting on about how he was surrounded by idiots.”

Carmy took another sip from his glass and you reached out to place your palm over his resting on his thigh.

“You’ve probably met an idiot or two like that..” You gave him a sympathetic smile because he was right, though not at the level he seemed to describe.

“Although, I think he took a liking to fuckin’ with me more than the others. I was used to it, y’know? Insecure fuckers who think you have it out for their job, it’s fine, you get used to it. Then the nominations for the JBF’s dropped and when he found out I got in and not him, it got much worse, like exponentially worse.”

His fingers jerked and wrapped a bit harder around yours, but despite the slight painful sting, you refused to let go.

“I would always be the first one there and last one to leave, I think I would get maybe… four hours of sleep, if I got lucky. Sometimes I would- um- I would throw up before work, probably some anxiety shit- I dunno- but it fucked with my stomach and made it hard to eat anything. I was miserable for those last few months there.”

He was silent for a moment, gaze fixed on the half eaten breast, but not entirely there.

“Why did you stay?” The question floated in the static air between you.

He took your hand in both of his, unsure fingers massaging the joints in yours to distract himself. You saw the remnants of little scars scattered around the hardened skin.

“The prestige, I guess. I liked… being good at something, the best actually.” He sneered in distaste. “I think I wanted my brother to know that I was good enough to work with ‘em.” He confessed.

Your brows furrowed in confusion and your eyes raked up from your joined hands to his mournful expression. A thin red tint outlined his droopy eyes.

“Y-you never mentione-”

“He shot himself in February.”

You didn’t know what to say. There was nothing you could say that would make the situation even remotely less terrible. Instead, you pulled your hand from his and wrapped your arms as much as you could around his frame. The soft shuddering of his heavy breaths blowing puffs on the side of your neck, where his face had buried.

It all clicked suddenly. The constant obsession of wanting- no- needing The Beef to succeed. How you had always thought Carmy had so much potential to just wither there. But it wasn’t wasted because he knew the industry, better than most ever did. He knew it with each persistent scar and cut on his arms, with each jab to the soul as they beat and battered him into pulp, when his only crime was possessing the talent they so desperately craved. He personally knew the limelight that many spend a lifetime chasing, and even if all that abuse had made him an outstanding cook, what he had lost in the process could never be regained.

You finally understood the desire he had for the beef to thrive, not only because he felt like he owed it to his brother but also as a big ‘fuck you’ to those motherfuckers that ever made him doubt himself.

“I’m so sorry...” You whispered, because that’s all you could muster to say ‘Sorry for even asking’.

“S’okay..” He whispered back.

“No it’s not, I shouldn’t have asked- it’s not my place-”

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, placing a soft kiss over your hair.

“Hey, no you’re right, this is good for… us.”

You pulled yourself from his embrace when the position had grown uncomfortable on your back, but still rested your head in the dip of his neck to stay close.

“Thank you for telling me.”

His hand rubbed along the length of your arm as you both sat silently staring at your forgotten dinner. The rhythmic movements of his hand paired with the calm beats from his chest had your eyelids dropping every few seconds and an involuntary yawn filling your chest.

“D’you think I can stay over? ‘M too tired to make it home.” You asked, rubbing a bit of the sleep off your eyes.

Knowing you wouldn’t be finishing dinner, you began collecting the food in a single plate, then stood from the stool to stretch out your cramped muscles.

“Yeah- yeah sure. C’mon leave that, I’ll wash it up in the mornin’.” He said following behind you and taking the dishes from your hands, turning off all the lights and pulling you into the direction of his room.

While you took your sneakers off, he searched his drawers for a shirt and some bottoms for you to sleep in, then directed you into the bathroom where you changed and hoped that splashing a bit of water on your face counted as skin care for the night. You found Carmy already laying by the edge, hands relaxing on is head with eyes closed and if you weren’t so fucking tired, you would probably try to end the night in a more vigorous way. But as you crawled into the warm space beside him and he automatically pulled you into the direction of hhis arms, the tingling sensation that spread through your body when he kissed your forehead was way better than anything else.

The gentle rise and fall of his chest reminded you of the calm back and forth of the waves and you could almost hear the soft ocean breeze in his steady breaths.

“Thanks for letting me stay.” You mumbled with the last grains of consciousness you had left.

And it could have been the dream bleeding in through the cracks that let you hear a ‘You can stay forever if you’d like’ before losing yourself completely to the dark.

Chapter 8.

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HAII 😋‼️ so, after thinking some while- I came up with another request for yami marik!!

picture this; Reader is a mediocre, but also well acknowledged duelist in the Battle city contestant circle. And they (luckily so) got matched up to duel against their crush yami marik!! and as quickly as their duel was announced, they were already standing on the field facing off.

And yami marik (as he is) tries his little scaring spiel of; "I'll send you off to the shadow realm for eternal pain!!" and what not 😭 But reader isnt scared or made hesitant about the duel- exact opposite!! they find it hot and tease him by constantly shooting down his attempts at scaring them, by reacting bubbly or giggly- y. marik picks up and surely gets frustrated that nothing's working- but Instead of scaring, maybe flirting could work? 😋

so basically; reader just being different from all the other duelists he has fought before because of their admiration for him, and his scaring mechanism wont work cuz they find it endearing- he subtly picks up on readers crush and figured maybe flirting could work as a throwing off tactic!! everything else ensues 😋😋

(sorry if this is super unstructured and stuff 😭 i tried my best to summarize my little idea 😋😋, remember to take care!!)

Hello again! Thanks for asking for more Yugioh content. I hope you enjoy this, I tried my best to put this idea into words :)

The Battle City Quarter Finals had taken so many twists and turns it was starting to make your head spin. You were just an average duellist, but well respected amongst your peers and somehow, miraculously, you were able to claw your way to a spot in the elusive Quarter Finals. Elated didn’t even begin to describe the feelings running rampant around your body as you eagerly awaited for your match to begin. You could barely contain your excitement as you walked through the winding corridors of the Battle Ship, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you practically ran to the elevator that would take you to the duel field.

What you weren’t expecting, however, was that when you ran around the corner, you would come face to the face with the man you were supposed to duel. Marik. Or, Yami Marik. You weren’t sure. The man himself preferred the former while everyone seemed to refer to him as the latter. Marik. Yami Marik. It didn’t make a difference to you. All you knew was that when your eyes met his lavender ones, your heart skipped a beat as butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach. You were able to catch yourself before you collided with the man, hands splayed out in front of you as you dug your heels into the polished floors and skidded to a halt.

"Ah, sorry, didn’t see you there" you said with a small laugh and a flippant wave of your hand.

A soft noise stirred in the back of his throat yet he offered no response. You chanced a peek, staring up at him through your lashes and drinking in his appearance. You hadn’t been this close to him before and your nerves were set on edge by his mere presence alone. You had no idea why you were drawn to such a dark persona. You had already been asking yourself this question on repeat ever since your match was announced. You traced your eyes along his features, from the gold bands hugging his toned arms to the way his hair spiked upwards and pointed in all directions. You had been so distracted with ogling your opponent that the ding of the elevator arriving on the floor almost made you completely jump out of your own skin.

With a soft hiss the elevator doors slid open, bright lights bathing your skin in a soft glow. Without another word Marik turned towards the doors, the click of his shoes echoing in your ears and barely audible over the sound of your pulse beating frantically like the loud beat of a drum. Your eyes followed his movements as he stepped in and turned around with a flutter of vibrant purple from his cape. You stared at him dumbfounded as he gestured to the spot next to him. You were briefly broken out of your stupor, shaking your head from side to side to clear the fog clinging to the edges of your mind.

"Right, coming" you said as you hurried onto the elevator with him.

The doors slid shut only a few brief second after you entered and started to move. You plastered yourself to the opposite wall of your opponent, tense silence filling the air as you nervously twiddled with your thumbs. Goosebumps erupted over your arms from the chill clinging in the air and you couldn’t contain the spine rattling chill that crept over your body. A cold sweat was already prickling the back of your neck and your duel hadn’t even begun yet.

Marik stared at you from the corner of his eye, a smirk painting his visage at the way your body was reacting to his presence, almost as if it instinctively knew to be physically repulsed at the mere sight of him. He felt like he had already won and he didn’t even speak a word to you. Yet that still didn’t keep him from running his mouth. Even if he felt like victory was assured, he was not merciful and he had no remorse with toying with his food.

"Are you ready to play a shadow game with me?" he daunted.

Your ears perked up at the sound of his voice. Ah yes, the infamous pre duel banter. The phase before the duel had even begun. During the tournament, you had become adept at the art of trash talking with the opponent, possibly even throwing in a flirtatious comment or two if you were in a spicy mood. Unfortunately, for both you and your opponent, you had a bit of a habit of running your mouth and saying the first thing that came to mind. You didn’t have much of a filter anymore. Marik took your silence as a sign of fear and it only fuelled him further, a desire to watch you squirm as he taunted you about your inevitable fate.

"I’ll be sure to send you off to the shadow realm for eternal pain" he tormented, his mad cackles echoing in the confined spaces of the elevator.

A soft snort of laughter blew past your lips. What should have been a threatening statement was…oddly endearing to you. Perhaps all previous trash talk with your opponents had warped your perception or maybe it was because you were crushing so hard for this man that anything he did would just be met by eager enthusiasm by you. But you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking, a quiver of excitement rushing through you that the man was finally speaking to you.

"Don’t threaten me with a good time" you giggled with a playful bite to your voice.

Your response made Marik simmer down, his laughter completely fizzled out as he twisted his body in your direction. He cocked his head to the side as he gave you a puzzled look. Surely, you jest. He was expecting a terrified whimper. Perhaps even a beg for mercy if he was lucky. Your response was certainly not on the list of things he had been expecting. His eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at you. He noted the way you continued to shift your stance, unable to stand still as you flashed him a smile. He hummed in thought. Perhaps a re-evaluation was in order.

"Are you sure about that? One wrong move could cost you everything" he continued to taunt, trying to act unfazed.

"You know, you’re a little cute when you act all big and intimidating" you replied.

A frown tugged at Marik’s lips. He had never encountered someone like you before. He was able to throw many duellists off with his threats yet you seemed so unbothered by his attempts. And did you just try to flatter him? Him? You were just as bewildered as he was. You had no idea what had overcome you in that moment but you had basically just flirted with danger. Not one of the smartest decisions in your life, but oh well, you weren’t a little kid anymore. You could make your own bad decisions and have the consequences come knocking later. Marik crossed his arms over his broad chest, narrowed eyes still securitising your every move. He refused to be perturbed by you. It should be him that instilling fear. Not you. So instead, he decided that maybe a little reciprocation may just throw you off your game.

"You keep running your smart mouth like that and you will be punished" he commented.

"Okay. But can I at least be teetering on the edge of consciousness during?" you responded.

Marik tipped his head so you decide to elaborate further. "Look, punishment isn’t fun if I can’t remember it."

A loud ding cut through the ensuing silence as the elevator finally reached the top floors. You stepped out once the doors had fully opened, leaving Marik to process his raging thoughts. He watched your back as you strolled down the corridor as the elevator doors slowly slid shut and left him alone. Once his mind turned over and rebooted itself, a loud roar of laughter burst forth as his face twisted with mirth.

Oh, this was going to be an interesting duel. He couldn't wait to attempt to break you again and watch you suffocate under the pressure.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Mukami Family 5th Eternal Blood Vol.3 & Vol.4 Animate Tokuten Drama CD “A Certain Day at the Mukami Household

Original title: ある日の無神家 [コウ・アズサ編]

Source: Diabolik Lovers Mukami Family 5th Eternal Blood Vol. 3 & Vol. 4 Animate Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei & Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: This CD was very...random lol. I did not expect a power tower to be inside Kou’s package AT ALL. Honestly, the most tricky thing about this CD was to make sense out of all the background noises and get an accurate mental image of what is going on. This is definitely the kind of CD where I wished there was some kind of visuals to help me with that.

*Ding・dong*

…

*Ding・dong*

Kou: …Hey! The doorbell’s ringing! I’m kind of too busy to open the door right now!

…Nobody’s around? Geezー Guess I have no other choice.

Kou gets up.

*Ding・dong*

Kou: Yeah, yeah…Who is it?

He opens the door.

Kou: …Oh. A delivery. You need my signature, right? …Wait! It’s huge! Whose package is this…? Let me see…’Mukami Kou’...For me!?

The delivery man asks for his signature.

Kou: Ah, my signature, right?

*Scribble*

Kou: This’ll do, right? …Just leave it there for now. I’ll figure out what to do with it.

*Thud*

Kou: Thanks!

The deliveryman leaves.

Kou: I’ll get in trouble if I leave it out here in the hallway, huh? That being said, there’s no way I can carry such a large package all by myself…

Azusa: …What’s wrong?

Kou: Uwah! …Azusa-kun!? You’ve been standing there!? Don’t give me a scare!

Azusa: Oh…My bad.

Kou: Perfect timing though~!

Azusa: Eh?

Kou: I actually just had this huge package delivered to me. I can’t carry it on my own so help me out, will you?

Azusa: With package you mean…this? …Mmh, sure.

Kou: Well then, let’s carry it to the living room right now! You hold that side, okay? Ready? …Three, two, one…!

They lift the box.

*Rustle*

Azusa: Uu…It’s even heavier…than I expected…I wonder what would happen…if I were to rest it on the floor…I’m sure my hands would get crushed underneath…hurting them…Fufufu…

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Ah, hey! Don’t tilt it! You can think about that sorta stuff once we’re in the living room, okay!?

Azusa: Okay, gotcha…

*Rustle*

Azusa: I’ll carry it to the living room, okay?

They start moving towards the living room.

*TIMESKIP*

Kou: Ah…I’ll pu it down here, okay? Ready…Go! There!

*Thud*

Azusa: There…

*Thud*

Azusa: Phew…

Kou: Ah~ That was so heavy. I’m glad we managed to get it here but what now?

Azusa: What’s inside this package?

Kou: No idea. It’s a package for me so I guess I’ll open it.

Azusa: Mmh.

Kou opens the package.

*Rustle rustle*

*Cling*

Kou: I knew it…I mean, I kind of had a feeling it’d be this.

Azusa: …?

You walk up to them.

Azusa: Ah…

Kou: Oh, M-neko-chan, you were at home? You should have answered the door earlier then.

You apologize.

Kou: Answer the door next time if you’re just going to say sorry now…Wait, are you listening?

You ask about the huge package.

Azusa: Kou got this, apparently.

You ask who it’s from.

Kou: Or rather, it’s the prize I won at a variety show the other day. I gave them permission to deliver it to my private address because there’s not enough room at the agency but I had no idea it’d be this large of a package.

You ask what it is.

Kou: You’ve never seen one of these, M-neko-chan? This is a power tower. They’re running a little behind on the trends though.

Azusa: How come you know about this, Kou?

Kou: Who cares. Anyway, this doesn’t fit the aesthetic of my room and Ruki will definitely get upset if I leave it here in the living room. Guess I’ll throw it out before anyone else finds out.

Azusa: Mmh. I believe that’s for the best.

You protest.

Kou: Eh? Why would it be a waste when I know I won’t use it?

You explain.

Kou: I don’t care if it was a prize or not. It’d just use up space and get in the way, right?

Azusa: We won’t get anything out of it by placing it here.

Kou: Yup, exactly! Besides, can you imagine Ruki using this thing to stretch every morning?

You shake your head.

Kou: Right?

Azusa: I…can’t imagine it either.

You frown.

Kou: If you’re that persistent about it, why don’t you give it a try? Then tell me what you thought of it! If you’re very positive about it, I might just change my mind.

You hesitate.

Kou: I mean, if you don’t want me to throw it out, you better try and change my mind quickly. So come on, give it a try. You can’t help her, Azusa-kun. Just stand there and watch.

Azusa: Mmh…I understand.

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: …What’s that~? Having trouble reaching it, perhaps? I mean, the bar’s up pretty high after all. Maybe you should try jumping into the air to grasp onto it?

*Thud*

Kou: Come on, M-neko-chan! Jump a little higher! That should be easy for a kitty like you, right?

*Thud thud*

*Cling*

Kou: Wow! Great job~! …So, how does it feel, hanging down from it?

You explain.

Kou: Heeh…Now that you mention it, your back does seem perfectly straightened. Seems like someone has taken a liking to it, huh?

You nod.

Kou: I see. Then why not stay like that a bit longer? While we’re at it, I’ll turn it into an even better experience for you~ One sec, okay?

Kou steps away for a few seconds.

Kou: Sorry for the wait. You’re still hanging onto the bar, right?

*Thud*

Kou: It’s impossible to read without a stepping stool after all. …Now if I do thisーー

*Rustle rustle*

You ask what he’s doing.

Kou: Huh? I’m using this rope to tie you to the bar. This way you can keep hanging on it even if you let go, see? …All ready!

*Rustle*

Kou: Ahahaha! Now you can truly get the full experience! This device, you see…

*Rustle*

Kou: I wonder if it’s meant to improve these back muscles?

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Aah, I see~ I guess you train them by wriggling around like that~ Then do you think it’d improve these muscles as well?

*Rustle*

Kou: Fufu, what’s wrong, M-neko-chan? You’re twisting your body from left to right~

You protest.

Kou: Heeh…It doesn’t work to improve the neck muscles, you say? Then maybe you should make even bigger movements! …Like this!

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Fufufu…Does that tickle~? …Right, right! If you move your whole body like that, it might really work wonders! I’ll tickle you some more, okay?

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Fufufu…Ahahaha! Ah, right! I just had a glorious idea! I need to get something from my room so hang on! …Azusa-kun, she’s hanging down like that to fix her bad posture so let’s both try our hardest for her sake, okay?

Azusa: I see…Gotcha.

Kou runs off.

Azusa: …I wonder what has gotten into Kou all of a sudden? He seemed to be having a blast.

You reach out to Azusa.

Azusa: …Yes? You want to ask me something?

You ask Azusa to help you out.

Azusa: Why do you want me to let you down? It’s for your own good, isn’t it?

You explain.

Azusa: It hurts? Then…I’ll let you down right away, okay?

He walks over and starts untying the rope.

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: …Hm…Huh? It’s been tied with a really complex knot…

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: Oh…You want me to put you down on the floor? …Mmh. Sure.

*Rustle*

Azusa: Oh…I wonder if I could use this lever to change the height of the bars?

*Cling cling*

Azusa: Is this good? Can you reach the floor with your feet now?

You nod.

Azusa: Mmh. …Hey. How badly do your wrists hurt?

You explain.

Azusa: A numbing pain? In that case…I should really try and remove the rope.

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: I’ll start with this side, okay? …Ugh…

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: Eve, are you alright? Your arms must hurt, huh? I promise I’ll untie you at once.

*Rustle*

Azusa: Ugh…Uu…

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: Hm…

Azusa continues to struggle with the rope.

Azusa: Oh…!

The power tower nearly tips over.

*Cling*

Azusa: …Ugh…That was close…My bad, Eve…Ugh…

Azusa tries to fix it back in place.

*Cling*

Azusa: Phew…

Kou: Ah! Hey! Azusa-kun, what are you doing!? I told you not to touch it but you’ve lowered the bar!

Azusa: S-Sorry…I just couldn’t watch her in pain. …Ah, by the way, Kou. What did you bring with you?

Kou: My phone! I figured it’d be fun to snap a couple of pictures of her! I was even going to show them to Ruki-kun and Yuma-kun afterwards but that plan’s been kind of ruined now.

You beg Kou to untie you.

Kou: Yeah, I know. I’ll remove the ropes right away. Ah-aah~ Boringー

Azusa: I’ll help untie you as well…

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Huh? That’s strange…It’s not coming loose at all…Ugh…

Azusa: What will we do…if we can’t untie the knot…?

Kou: I’m sure we’ll find a way somehow! Come on, tug onto this rope together with me!

Azusa: Mmh…Okay.

Kou: Ready, go!

They both tug onto the rope.

*Rustle*

Kou: …Phew, it’s loose!

Azusa: Haah…We did it.

*Cling cling cling*

You lose your balance as the power tower nearly falls on top of you.

Kou: Ah…Uwah! watch out!

Kou stops it just in time.

*Thud*

Kou: …Phew, made it on time…

Azusa: Eve, are you alright…?

You nod.

Azusa: …Ah. …Hm?

*Rustle*

Kou: …Ah. Don’t tell me…the thing we’re stepping on right now is…Ruki-kun’s precious book, isn’t it…?

Azusa: Yeah. …The pages are all creased…

*Rustle*

Kou: Oh no! We’ll be in serious trouble if he finds out! We have to get rid of all evidence before he gets home!

Azusa: E-Eh…? But…How do we do that…?

Kou: We untied you, so you should fix this for us, M-neko-chan!

You tell them there’s nothing you can do.

Kou: Gosh, you’re so useless! Ruki-kun could be home literally any second now!

They can hear the front door opening in the background.

Azusa: Ah…Aah…W-What do we do…? Seems like he’s home…

Kou: Uwah…We have no other choice but to run then! Come on, you two! Hurry up!

Kou starts running away.

Azusa: Run…? But where do we go then?

Kou: That doesn’t matter! Anywhere Ruki-kun can’t find us!

You ask him what to do with the power tower.

Kou: I don’t care about that thing right now! If I had known this would happen, I would have thrown it out as soon as I had the chance!

Azusa: If Eve no longer needs it, let’s get rid of it.

Kou: Oh come on! Let’s just run before Ruki-kun gets here!

Azusa: Ah, wait…!

All three of you make a run for it.

ーー THE END ーー

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In case you are taking requests, could you write something about young!Tony Stark bringing his best friend turned girlfriend home for the first time and introducing her to his parents? Maybe Maria teases them, telling them she always knew they'd end up together, tells embarrassing stories about Tony when he was little...

Welcome to the family

Pairing: Young! Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but humor and fluff

"Mom will probably ask too many questions, I'll get you out of there as soon as possible. Feel free to ignore Howard, that's how I've survived."

Tony's rambling hadn't stopped since he drove you to his house, it went on as you rode the elevator up to the living room floor. Technically you were supposed to be the nervous one since this was the first time you were meeting a boyfriend's parents, added pressure being the parents were none other than the Starks.

Honest to God, you hadn't thought you'd reach this stage in your relationship so early, but you were glad to be proven wrong, especially with Tony. The man was complex in so many ways and yet simple in others, it was one of the few things that made you fall in love with him.

You clasped your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze just as the doors revealed the posh interiors and a man with kind eyes, dressed in a sharp suit.

"Good evening, Mr. Stark, Miss (Y/L/N)." Edwin Jarvis greeted you with a smile, leading you inside the house.

"Jarvis, how's the weather? Any chances of avoiding a shitstorm? Ah, forget I asked."

Tony murmured as Howard Stark walked in, followed quietly by Maria who's eyes instantly lit up upon seeing the two of you.

"Anthony, (Y/N)! How lovely to see you again, my dear."

She wrapped you in a warm hug before turning to Tony, giving Howard time to eye you warily. all the nerves you had pushed down previously resurfaced.

"Ah, my prodigal son returns with another trophy."

You watched Howard mutter dismissively, buttoning his suit before swiftly heading out without a second look. Catching Tony's gaze as he shrugged, you knew that this was a regular Tuesday.

Before you could process it all, Maria had whisked you away for a cup of tea, leaving Tony to chitchat with Jarvis.

“I knew you two would get together eventually. Tony looks at you the same way he used to look at donuts when he was a kid.” Maria chuckled, making you giggle as you perched on a chair.

"God knows he loves his donuts."

"Well, now he loves you."

Maria's comment turned your cheeks warm and shuffle in your seat, the moment cut short by Tony traipsing in, narrowing his eyes at the two of you.

"Whoa now don't go believing everything my mother says, (Y/N). We lie in this family. A lot actually." He chuckled humorlessly, producing a packet of berries from its hiding place on the kitchen counter and munching on it.

"She's good for you, Anthony. So don't you dare mess it up." Maria scolded playfully, placing her hand on top of yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Rolling his eyes, Tony grabbed your hand, muttering a 'don't scare her away' and pulled you towards the elevators, pressing the button to his lab.

You couldn't help but feel for him. Here was a man who had a difficult childhood with such contrasting personalities for parents, and yet he managed to become the man he was today, caring and loving in his own ways, broken, but still managed to maintain a façade for the world, vulnerable only to his near and dear ones.

“Ugh you’re falling in love with me, aren’t you?” Tony groaned dramatically, catching the way you were gazing at him as the elevators dinged to a halt once more. He hadn’t let go of your hand the entire time, his grip remained tight, as if you were his anchor, and in more ways than one, you were.

“You dream big, Stark.”

Your words defied the grin that spread across your face as he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it and holding it close to his chest as the two of you entered his lab. His lab was just like an extension of himself, a physical manifestation of his genius brain, brilliantly advanced and chaotic.

He went on and on about his projects and his machines and you listened, grasping most of it but mostly focusing on the way his big brown eyes lit up as he spoke.

Once done with the tour, the two of you leaned against one of his work stations, side by side before Tony’s head softly rest on your shoulder and he let out a sigh.

“I won’t you know.” He spoke, his voice quiet.

“Won’t what?”

“I won’t screw it up, I promise.”

His solemn vow made you smile and kiss the top of his head, your hands entwining once more as you idly toyed with his fingers.

“I know. And I knew you weren’t falling in love with me either.”

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yjano · 1 year

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Never The Same.

Part 7.

Pairings: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, smut, other pairings;), traumatic experiences.

Words: 6.4k

Author's note: Honestly, this story is going to be a big piece of work and a lot of angst. It's not connected to the game at all. Because I always want to try something new and newer. Read it only if you're into angst stories, please. Thank you and let's go!

A tense feeling rushed through my body as soon as I heard the familiar ding of the elevator reach the floor I was currently standing on. It was currently 7.30 a.m and even though I had arrived a bit early. I decided to go towards his office. I had figured that it would be better to arrive 30 minutes early than to be even a minute too late. Jake had proven himself to be dangerous and hot-headed multiple times and if I wanted to live a bit longer it would be best if I didn't get on his wrong side.

As soon as the big doors of the elevator opened I quickly got in and immediately pressed the button for the floor I had to go to. Nervously I started to straighten the black blouse I was wearing. I was wearing the clothes Jake had given me yesterday, a black blouse with a black skirt.

Soon the elevator started to move and the nervousness in my chest slightly increased. I didn't like Jake, he scared the crap out of me. A soft sigh left my mouth and I slowly looked down.

I should have never taken that damn case. I should have run away the moment Alan told me my client's name.

After a few minutes, the familiar ding sounded through the elevator again, indicating I had reached my destination. I got out of the cold room and walked towards a big black door that was situated right in front of me. After saying a few words of encouragement to myself, I raised my hand and knocked softly on the big door.

Almost immediately after knocking a soft 'Come in' could be heard and my heart rate increased a bit due to the nervousness rushing through my body. I took a deep breath before grabbing the silver handle of the door and pushing it down to open it.

The room I walked in was huge. Windows were completely covering the outside walls of the room and a big table with 8 chairs surrounding it was standing on the left side of the room. Big bookshelves were situated on the right side of the room and right next to them was a black desk standing with a certain guy sitting behind it.

Jake wasn't paying attention to me at all. He was busily typing something on his computer and a serious look could be seen on his face. Not exactly knowing what to do I was still awkwardly standing at the door opening.

"Ah, you're here. Hurry up and make me some coffee," Jake said as soon as he finally acknowledged my presence. He quickly looked up from whatever he was doing on that computer of his but soon, continued working. Immediately my eyes began to dart around looking for a coffee machine and a sigh of relief left my mouth as soon as I spotted it standing near the sitting area.

I couldn't fuck up like I had done yesterday. I had been lucky Jake had only gotten mad at me last night, god only knew what he would do when I failed to do what I told me to this time.

Soon I was standing directly in front of the coffee machine and began to prepare exactly what it was that Jake had asked me to make. A disgusted look made its way onto my face as soon as the strong smell of coffee hit my face. I had never been someone who liked black coffee, the bitter taste of the dark brown liquid was disgusting to me.

To this day it would remain a mystery to me as to why so many people willingly drank something as disgusting as black coffee. The only coffee I liked was if I added loads of sugar and milk to make the bitter taste of coffee somewhat go away.

As soon as the machine was done preparing a hot steaming cup of coffee I carefully picked it up and began to silently curse as soon as the warmth of it burned my fingers slightly. I walked towards where Jake was sitting while softly biting my lip to not scream at the fact that this damn liquid was so hot.

Surely he wouldn't appreciate it if I decided to randomly scream my lungs out right?

As soon as I reached the desk Jake was sitting at I hastily placed the cup of coffee on it and started to shake my hand for it to cool down a bit. I looked at my fingers only to notice that they were completely red. A soft sigh left my mouth and I softly closed my eyes.

My fingers would hurt like hell for at least a few days and that was only if Jake didn't force me to get him more cups of coffee.

"Next time you should use a tray, that way you won't burn your fingers as you've done just now." Jake suddenly said without looking up from his computer screen. I quickly opened my eyes again while a confused look formed on my face.

How the hell did he notice that I had burned my finger, he wasn't even looking at me.

"Okay, thanks for the advice." I softly answered while looking down, afraid Jake would look up and make eye contact with me. I had no idea what he had for me in mind today and thus I was pretty nervous.

What if it was something bad? What if it was something against my will?

Soon Jake softly sighed and turned off his computer. He slowly stood up before indeed looking directly at me.

"Today you'll be serving me and my closest people during a meeting." He said before walking towards the front of his desk and leaning against it. Jake was wearing some plain black jeans and a simple white blouse and yet he gave off an extremely dominant vibe. Someone who had never met him before only needed to take one look at him to figure out he was the one in charge around here.

"The only thing I want you to do is to keep silent and give them some coffee." He said while folding his arms in front of his chest. A serious look suddenly crossed his face and he slowly leaned closer to me. Immediately my heart rate began to speed up again to the point where I could feel it beating rapidly.

Nervousness quickly infiltrated my whole body again and a dizzy feeling began to overtake me.

"If you fail to do so and fuck shit up again. I'll hurt you so bad, you'll beg me to kill you." He whispered inside my ear dangerously low while a sadistic smirk was visible on his face. Chills immediately ran down my spine and my face turned completely pale.

I could tell Jake wasn't joking. He wasn't the type to joke around.

Soon however a loud knock could be heard throughout the room and slowly Jake leaned back again before saying 'Come in'. Immediately after he was done talking Lex and Kaden walked into the room with 4 other people closely behind them.

I immediately recognized all of them as the ones who had been inside the helicopter.

"Good morning little shits!" The red-haired guy named Sam exclaimed while putting an arm around the neck of his boyfriend. A small smile made its way onto Asher's face as he leaned a bit closer to his boyfriend's side.

"Shut the fuck up, it's way too early to be this happy." Kaden groaned as soon as the happy and cheery voice of Sam sounded through Jake's office. A big yawn immediately left Kaden's mouth as soon as he was done talking.

A small giggle left Lex's mouth upon hearing what her boyfriend said and she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Such a morning person you are babe." Lex teased her boyfriend before shifting her eyes toward me.

"Mc, what are you doing here?" Lex said as soon as she noticed me standing next to Jake. A confused look quickly began to form on her face and she slowly tilted her head a bit to the side.

A nervous feeling immediately began to rise inside my chest again as soon Lex asked me something. Jake had told me to stay silent and thus I had no idea if I was allowed to speak or not.

A concerned look immediately began to form on her face as soon as she noticed I wasn't going to answer her anytime soon.

"Mc, what's wrong?" She asked before walking up to me and beginning to check me for any visible injuries.

"She's fine, I changed her job into being my assistant, which is exactly the reason why she is here now," Jake spoke, a small smirk still visible on his face. A confused look immediately began to form on Lex's face as soon as those words left Jake's mouth.

"Why, I thought we agreed that she would become a cleaner?" Lex asked, curiosity lacing her voice. Quickly she took my hand in her own and squeezed it softly. A small smile formed on my face, even though Lex had betrayed me badly, she was still my friend and she did everything to make sure I knew that fact.

"Have you looked at her?" Jake asked before straightening his white blouse. "Pretty face, small waist, innocent eyes, plump lips, and a big ass," He spoke before slowly walking towards Lex and me. He slowly began to look directly into Lex's eyes, a daring look visible on his face.

"Care to tell me why you think she wouldn't cause any trouble walking around without someone next to her?" He asked with a small smirk visible on his face. "That would be like throwing a little lamb inside the lion's den, she wouldn't stand a chance." Jake finished before walking toward where the others were seated.

Lex focus.

I swallowed thickly before deciding not to answer him. I knew Jake was right. Mc was way too easy prey, completely innocent and defenseless. In no time people would find out her routine and notice she was just a simple cleaner who meant little to nothing to the company. It would only be a matter of time before people started to throw perverted comments her way. It would only be a matter of time before they would start using actions on her too.

However, something just didn't sit right with me. Why did Jake care? Why not feed her to the wolves now when yesterday he wanted to put her inside one of his brothels? What changed in such a short amount of time?

"Why?" I asked before turning towards Jake. A questioning look completely covered my face. Jake wasn't the type to help someone, he only cared about what was best for the business. Hell, he grew up inside this world, he was raised to be like that.

A small genuine smile briefly appeared on Jake'sface and he slowly turned around again towards me and Lex. He briefly locked eyes with Mc. A genuine caring look was covering his face, however, Jake soon turned around again before softly saying.

"In a way, her innocence reminds me of the innocence Valerie once possessed..."

Mc focus.

A soft sigh left my mouth as I was waiting for the coffee machine to fill the cup I had placed under it. Currently, I was making a cup of coffee for everyone who was attending Jake's meeting. Even though I still felt extremely uncomfortable around all these powerful people. The fact that Lex was present too gave me a somewhat safe feeling.

Carefully I placed the hot steaming cups of brown liquid onto the tray which Jake had suggested to use and I quickly began to walk toward where everyone was sitting. All of them were currently seated around a big table while waiting for me to serve them their coffee. After that, the meeting would finally start.

Soon I reached the big table and began to serve everyone their well-deserved hot coffee. A nervous feeling quickly began to spread inside my chest upon noticing one of the girls intensely staring at me. The girl had ginger hair and even though her face was supporting a friendly smile. I didn't dare to look back at her. This girl was one of Jake's most important people, one wrong look, and I would be screwed so badly.

"Well, shall we start?" Jake said as soon as I was done with my task. I quickly went to stand next to the coffee machine again. He had told me before the meeting had even started that I had to keep filling everyone's cup of coffee and thus I was now waiting for someone to finish their drink.

"Yeah let's start," Dan said while a big grin broke out on his face. The bearded guy slowly began to reach for his cup of steaming brown liquid before softly blowing on it to cool it down a bit.

"Did you get the information about Tegan?" Kaden asked while looking at Jake with great interest on his face. Jake visibly gritted his teeth upon hearing that name and he slowly closed his eyes to calm down a bit.

"I've spoken to Phil while I was in prison." He spoke calmly once he had cooled down again. He was slowly looking around the table to make sure everyone was listening to what he had to say.

Jake focus.

"Well, I've seen his face after you spoke with him Jake, or shall I say after you beat him up?" Asher spoke while a small smile began to break out on his face. Soft laughs erupted around the whole table and everyone found it very amusing how I had beaten up someone who had betrayed us. Phil had once been part of the group who are currently sitting around the table.

He belonged to my closest men and yet he had decided to betray us all by following Tegan. He was as well Jessy's brother but she stopped caring when he betrayed her too. The fact that I had now beaten him up was exactly what he deserved, if not worse. Soon everyone became quiet again and a sly smirk began to form on my face.

"After that fucker finally decided to talk he told me an awful lot about where we can find my traitor of a stepbrother," I said before looking around the table once again. A satisfied look could be seen on all the boys' faces except the two girls who just stayed quiet. Sam began to clap enthusiastically.

"Well go on, when are we going to pay him a little surprise visit?" Sam asked, enthusiasm lacing his voice. A small smile began to make its way upon Mc's face once she noticed the bright energy which was surrounding Sam. It didn't matter that he was part of my crew indeed, he had the power to make people smile without even trying.

"Phil told me about an old abandoned factory just outside of Duskwood." I continued before grabbing my cup of coffee and softly blowing on it. White steam came off of the brown liquid immediately and slowly I put the cup back down again since it was still too hot to drink.

"It's supposed to look abandoned and covered in ivy." I finished.

"Dan I want you to check our database for any building matching that description, Kaden I want you to check in with our allies and ask them if they know a building that fits that description and Sam I want you to get as many people ready as possible to infiltrate the place as soon as we find it," I ordered and immediately everyone began to nod enthusiastically.

The whole group was thrilled to finally get a bit closer to getting their revenge on the traitor...

"Now I would like to be filled in with everything that happened while I was away," I said before leaning to the back of my seat and waiting for someone to start talking. Immediately Asher stood up from his seat while holding some papers.

"I got these for you, read them and you'll be filled in about the financial part of our red crew corporation." He said before sliding the papers in my direction. I softly nodded before accepting the papers and turned my head to look at Mc.

Mc focus.

A nervous feeling immediately began to spread throughout my whole chest upon noticing Jake staring at me. If he was staring that either meant I was in trouble or that he wanted me to do something.

"Mc put these on my desk." He said before looking towards all the other people again. As if on cue I speed-walked toward Jake and picked up the papers which were laying in front of him.

Quickly I began to walk toward where his desk was standing and I quickly put the papers on it while doing my best not to look at the black numbers and letters which were printed on it. It was best if I knew as little as possible, that way I couldn't tell anyone anything if they ever asked me. That way Jake wouldn't come after me for telling someone things I shouldn't have.

"Jake, I have been wondering this for quite some time now." The ginger-haired girl who had been quiet this whole time suddenly said while putting one of her elbows on the table and resting her head in her hand. She looked like she was bored to death and a big yawn suddenly left her mouth.

"Why did you bring Mc here in the first place?" Jessy asked, a questioning tone lacing her voice.

A nervous feeling began to spread through my chest once again and my heart began to beat faster. This was what I had been wondering too. I was good for nothing. I wasn't a skilled fighter, I knew nothing about finances or something like that and everything scared me. The only thing I did know something of wasn't something that Jake could value.

A shocked look quickly began to form on Jake's face and he looked completely lost as if he didn't know the answer to the question Jessy had just asked him himself. However, the look on his face quickly turned into an annoyed one and he softly sighed.

"Because I felt like it," He answered after a few minutes of silence.

"Sure because that's such a good reason to kidnap someone," Jessy said while a small smirk was visible on her face and an amused tone was lacing her voice. Slowly she began to stand up from her seat and walk toward me.

My eyes became big as soon as I noticed her walking toward where I was standing.

"What is it that is so special about you?" She asked once she was standing directly in front of me. Slowly she began to lift her hand and softly grabbed my chin before beginning to scan my face.

"Is it the beauty you possess?" Jessy asked no one in particular before slowly pushing my face a bit more to the left.

"Or the way you act?" She continued while a smirk was still present on her face. "Maybe the fact that he sees a glimpse of Val in you?" She said before slowly leaning a bit closer toward me and speaking loud enough for everyone to hear what she was going to say.

"Or perhaps all three?"

"Enough!" Jake's booming voice suddenly sounded throughout the whole room. He quickly stomped toward where I and Jessy were standing and he roughly shoved the two of us away from each other. A very angry look was visible on his face and he looked like he was ready to murder someone. He went to stand directly in front of me and locked eyes with Jessy.

"Meeting is over, Mc you'll come with me," Jake said while still looking at Jessy, his voice filled with anger. Jessy however was still smirking at him, clearly not the slightest bit scared by how Jake was looking at her. She had been pushing Jake's limits on purpose and I had no idea why she wanted to do that.

Not long after Jake was done talking, he began to walk towards the exit of his office and I decided to quickly follow him. No way I was willing to anger him even further, that would surely become my death. Yet I couldn't help but ask myself the same questions Jessy had just asked out loud. Why the hell did Jake bring me here...?

It had been three weeks since I had been kidnapped and taken here. Three long weeks in which Jake had been nothing but rude towards me. Three weeks in which I had gotten to know my way around the big building like I had been living there for years.

Currently, I was on my way toward Jake's apartment. He had told me last night that he wanted me to clean his whole apartment and of course since I didn't want to get on his bad side. I agreed immediately.

Once again I was standing inside the familiar elevator which I had begun to use a lot ever since I had been taken here. A soft sigh left my mouth upon noticing the elevator slowing down when I was still 10 floors away from my destinated floor. This surely meant someone was coming onto the elevator with me and while I did enjoy getting to know new people, I truly wasn't in the mood today.

Yesterday I had 'cleaned' Lex's and Kaden's apartment. In other words, I spent my whole evening together with Lex playing stupid games. A small smile began to make its way upon my face once I recalled my memories from last night.

I hated my cleaning job, however, I did like the fact that I had gotten the chance to spend some time with Lex yesterday. Lex was apart from Helena my only friend here.

Soon the elevator had stopped completely and the big doors of the moving room opened slowly. Immediately I stopped breathing upon noticing the familiar face of one of Jake's closest people. Jessy Hawkins was surely someone you did not want to mess with. She had proven multiple times that she wasn't afraid of anything or anyone.

"Morning." She said as soon as she noticed me standing in the elevator. I was nervously looking down and my heart was beating rapidly in my chest. Even though Jessy was almost always wearing a friendly smile on her face. I knew better than to fall for that. Behind that smile, an extremely fearless and smart person was hiding.

Jake might have been the one who your instinct would tell you to look out for but Jessy was someone to not underestimate too.

"M-morning." I managed to stammer out and I immediately began to silently curse myself for stuttering. Jessy softly began to laugh before looking at me once again.

"Are you perhaps going to Jake's apartment?" She asked and quickly I began to nod, indicating that that was indeed the floor I was going to.

"Great, I'm heading there too," Jessy answered, a friendly smile making its way upon her face. I nervously sent a small smile back before looking down again. I figured the less we talked or made eye contact the smaller the chance that Jessy would grow a grudge against me.

"You don't have to be nervous you know." She suddenly said, breaking the intense silence within the elevator. Slowly I looked up, a questioning look was plastered on my face.

"I might work in this branch, but that doesn't make me a cruel person you know." She spoke while a friendly tone was lacing her voice.

"Truth be told, I know exactly how you feel." She continued, her friendly smile slowly changing into a sad one. Curiosity slowly began to overtake my body and the nervous feeling from before quickly began to vanish.

"What do you mean?" I asked, a questioning tone lacing my voice. Jessy softly sighed before looking at me.

"The feeling of not having a choice, forced to do shit you don't want to do. Trust me I know exactly what you're going through." She said, a sad tone lacing her voice.

"It does get better though, I mean look at me now." She said in a happy tone, slowly looking down and twisting the golden ring around her left ring finger while a happy smile was decorating her face.

"We all go through shit in our lives. However, I believe it will always get better," She spoke, a friendly smile once again prominent on her face. I softly smiled back, actually feeling a bit better after hearing her encouraging words. However, I was also really curious as to what she had meant by knowing exactly what I was going through.

"Thank you, that made me feel so much better," I said while a small smile was still visible on my face. What Jessy had said was completely true, I just had to hold on to the future. Life might be not how I wanted it to be at the moment but it would get better eventually.

Soon the familiar ding of the elevator sounded through the room, indicating that we had reached our destinated floor. Quickly we got off and Jessy immediately walked further into the apartment while shouting a loud.

"Jake, where the hell are you!?"

Immediately the familiar face of Jake Dalton came into view and I quickly looked down, trying to avoid being shouted at.

"Fuck, you don't have to scream that loud you know." He answered while rubbing his ears. Softly Jessy began to laugh before patting him on the shoulder.

"Don't be such a baby Jake." She said. Jake softly scowled in response.

"Why are you here?" Jake asked, a questioning tone lacing his voice. Jessy began to smile brightly before she walked further into the apartment and took place on Jake's big couch.

"Well, you know how Lex and I decided to join forces and host parties in your casinos with lots of hot guys and girls?" She asked Jake and he nodded in response

"Well, apparently we've drawn the attention of some huge companies who want to talk to you about investing in these kinds of parties." She said in a proud tone. A smirk slowly began to make its way onto Jake's face.

"That's amazing, arrange the meeting and make sure you and Lex are present too." Jake praised Jessy while softly patting her on the shoulder. "After all this success is all thanks to you two." He added before he turned around and noticed me still standing by the entrance of his apartment.

He made a small gesture for me to come to him and immediately I made my way over to him.

"What are you waiting for, you know what you have to do," Jake said, an irritated tone lacing his voice. Immediately I apologize and made my way over to the closet which hold all the cleaning supplies.

"Hey, Jake since Lex and I have gotten you a huge deal it's only fair I get to ask for something in return right." Jessy suddenly said, a big smirk on her face. Slowly Jake turned around again and a suspicious look could be seen on his face.

"I don't trust this one bit but go on." He mumbled and the smirk on Jessy's face immediately widened.

"Okay, so I want Mc to be free of all tasks tonight." She said while folding her arms in front of her chest. A questioning look quickly began to form on Jake's face and he slowly walked over to the couch before sitting right next to Jessy.

"Why?" He asked, completely oblivious to anything Jessy was planning.

"I've got a surprise for her..."

"We're here," Jessy said as she opened the door of the car she had been driving. I nodded and opened the door on my side of the car too. Immediately as she got out of the car. My eyes grew big and I inhaled sharply.

We were standing directly in front of a huge casino. The light was displayed all around the building and big muscly men were standing next to the entrance. Slowly my eyes began to twinkle and a small smile formed on my face.

I took a deep breath and slowly closed my eyes. The fresh air of the outside world filled my lungs and a happy feeling began to fill my body. Oh, how I loved to be outside the red crew place for a while. I had never been in a casino before and I was excited to go there even though I knew gambling wasn't something I would enjoy.

I certainly couldn't be described as a big risk-taker. Yes, I had made the risky choice of defending the biggest crime leader but other than that my life had always been pretty safe. I had never smoked, never gambled, and had always been the perfect student back when I was still in school.

Nevertheless, I liked the fact that I was going to this huge casino. I didn't even care that it was a casino, as long as it was far away from Dalton's inc. I was very excited to go there.

"Come on, let's go inside," Jessy said, shaking me out of my thoughts. I quickly nodded before following her to the entrance of the casino. Immediately as we arrived the big muscly men nodded their heads at Jessy.

"Welcome back Ms. Hawkins." One of them spoke politely, clearly not wanting to disrespect her. Jessy softly nodded before taking my hand in her own and walking inside.

"Welcome to red eye dice." She spoke while letting go of my hand and gesturing at the big room in front of us. "The biggest casino in all of Duskwood and of the many owned by none other than Jake Dalton." She continued before grabbing my hand and leading me further into the building.

I followed her, my eyes becoming as big as saucers at everything we passed. A huge area with fruit machines, a bar, tables filled with people playing some card games, and loads of pretty people. The whole casino gave off a luxurious vibe and if I hadn't come here with Jessy, I would have surely felt super out of place in an area like this.

Soon however we reached the back of the enormous casino and were standing right in front of a black door with a huge man standing in front of it. The man looked exactly like the man who had been guarding the entrance of the casino.

"Welcome back Ms. Hawkins." The man nodded his dead before stepping aside and opening the door for us. Jessy softly began to laugh before shaking her head slowly.

"I told you to call me Jessy like hundred times now, are you ever going to learn?" She smiled before pulling me through the door the man had been guarding.

A spark immediately lit inside my eyes as I was standing in a room now. A huge office room with a complete sitting area. This place looked like it came straight out of a movie.

"Welcome to my office, hope you like it," Jessy said while sending a wink my way. Immediately I began to nod and we both walked over to the huge white couch before taking place on it.

I was still looking around myself, amazed by all the expensive and beautiful things inside this room. Lex had told me that Jessy was in charge of all the casinos but I would have never thought they were this luxurious.

This was beyond what I could have ever imagined. However, something still wasn't feeling right inside my stomach.

"Why did you bring me here?" I suddenly asked, a questioning tone lacing my voice. "Not that I don't like it because I do." I quickly added, afraid that I would offend her.

"You seemed stressed this morning." She answered with a genuine smile across her face. "I figured you could use some time outside of the building." She continued, a friendly tone lacing her voice. Suddenly Jessy got up and walked over to the door we had just come in through.

"Stay here, I'll get us some drinks." She said before disappearing through the black door. A small smile began to form on my face and I slowly looked down.

I had no idea why Jessy was being this nice to me. Until this morning Jessy had barely known me to begin with. Nevertheless, I was super thankful to her. Jessy had been right, I had been super stressed lately and this night off was exactly what I needed.

She had no idea how thankful I was for everything she had already done for me.

Soon Jessy returned with two wide glasses with some kind of blue liquid in them. Immediately a questioning look began to form on my face upon noticing the weird color of the drinks. I had no idea what it was that Jessy had gotten us but it looked like straight-up poison if you asked me.

"Here you go, a Blue Lagoon cocktail." She said while handing one of the drinks to me. Carefully I took the drink in my hands and smelled it. A sweet yet strong alcoholic smell immediately filled my nostrils. Softly Jessy began to laugh before taking a sip out of her glass.

"Try it, it's really sweet." She spoke before taking a sip out of her drink again. Softly I looked at the drink inside my hands and took a small sip. The sweet taste of the blue liquid immediately filled my whole mouth and a soft burning sensation went down my throat upon swallowing. Jessy had been right, this was very sweet.

The entire evening we both had loads of fun. We played some games and got to know each other better and Jessy had even shown me around the entire casino. It had been a relaxing night for me and even though I know I probably shouldn't question Jessy's friendliness. But I couldn't help it.

"Why are you being so friendly towards me?" I asked all of a sudden in a questioning tone. "Before this morning you barely knew me," I added.

I was genuinely curious about this fact. Jessy was one of the people who possessed a lot of power inside this gang while I was worth nothing. Why would someone like Jessy help someone like me? A small smile began to form on her face upon hearing my question.

"Darling I've known everything there is to know about you for months now." She spoke while sending a wink my way.

A questioning look quickly began to form on my face and a soft 'What' left my mouth. However, I softly shook my head before a 'never mind' left my mouth again.

"This morning I felt sorry for you because I know exactly what it's like to be in your shoes," Jessy spoke while a small smile was still present on her face. Slowly I tilted my head a bit while looking at her with a questioning look displayed on my face. What did she mean by that?

"What do you mean?" I decided to ask and Jessy softly looked down, a small smile still visible.

"I might as well tell you huh?" Sue said before looking up again and locking eyes with me.

"When I was a little girl I grew up in a poor family. It had always been just me, my mom, and Phil." She said, staring off into the distance now.

"My mom was a big gambler and I'm pretty sure she was addicted to it." She continued while softly shaking her head. "It went up to the point where she was even gambling with money we didn't have, which resulted in pretty big debts." She said, a sad tone now lacing her voice.

Slowly I began to feel sorry for her. Jessy was hurt by some things in the past and she was now reliving those things because I had asked the wrong question.

"To pay off those debts she sold me and my brother to Dalton inc, I was around the age of 10 by then and Phil was 15," Jessy said, her eyes full of emotions and her voice barely a whisper now.

"I started as a cleaner too, however at the age of 12 I met the son of the boss, Jake." She said a small smile now visible again on her face.

"Jake and I immediately clicked, even though he was younger than I was," She spoke before quickly continuing.

"Through Jake, I met Kaden as you probably know by now that he is Jake's brother. And then Sam and it didn't take long for me to get a new job. I had been assigned to watch Jake and Kaden and help them with their homework while their stepfather was busy running his business. I got to know Jake's father and his mother better and within no time I was part of the family, just like Sam." Jessy said, thankfulness lacing her voice.

"From there on I got the opportunity to go back to school again and make my life worth something again. I know it's not the same situation since you have been kidnapped but the feeling of being completely alone, I know how that feels." She said before looking directly at me.

"This morning when I saw you in that elevator you reminded me of myself in the past." She said while her voice was filled with emotions. "I got a second chance at getting a new life and family and I want you to feel that way too," She spoke before softly putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Just remember Mc, you're never alone." She said while softly squeezing my shoulder. "I'll always be here for you."

"I can't let you go, but I can be there for you whenever you need someone," Jessy spoke before softly taking me into a hug. A small smile quickly formed on my face and a single lonely tear escaped from my eye. Jessy had no idea how much her words meant to me. She truly had no idea. Maybe Lex and Helena aren't my only friends inside that building anymore.

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Stickronpa Chapter 2 - Daily Life(Day 2)

*DING DONG BING BONG*

Monostick:"Good morning participants! It's now 7 am! Time to get up from your petty dreams and seize the day when you can!!"

-....-

-ok... I better see how the others are doing..."

-I got up feeling a pain in my back...-

-... how is Blue today..?-

-I got up and put on my hood and headed to the door opening it.-

Blue:"Second! Good Morning."

-Blue seemed calmer, he wasn't wearing his jacket.-

Second:"Good morning Blue... how are you...?"

Blue:"I ah... I'm doing fine... Yellow kind of kept me company last night..."

-I could see a blush on his face, I let out a laugh. These two need to start dating or this is going to get even more awkward.-

Blue:"But and you? Are you okay..?"

-I shut up a little but... Yeah, I was a little better...-

Second:"Yes, I'm fine yes... Still a little tired and down but... I'll be fine..."

Blue:"That's good... Let's go, the others must be waiting for us."

-I close my bedroom door and we both go to the cafeteria where the others were. Purple, Night and MT were coming out of the kitchen with some dishes. I guess they made breakfast today.-

Red:"Orange, your food looks great! Ah... That's not meat is it?"

Orange:"No, I know you're a vegetarian as I made you an organic breakfast."

-He said placing Red's gate on the table for him looking to the side.-

Night:"And here I thought you were the type not to cook food for others."

Orange:"I'm not heartless!"

Purple:"I've tasted his food! It's very good!"

-MT shuts up and crosses his arms with a cold but grateful expression, at least that's what I think...-

Blue:"Well, I'm starving, I want to eat now!"

-We sat at the table, I looked at the empty seat between me and Red... The place Green used to sit...-

-I felt a discomfort in my belly, I almost got up but I knew they would worry about me... and I didn't want that...-

-I ate trying to ignore the emptiness I felt, the lack of something that was missing, I didn't want to think about him... I won't think about anything..-

Chosen:"Are you feeling better Second Coming?"

Second:"A-ah!!? O-oh, It's j-just you Chosen..."

Chosen:"Did i scared you?"

Second:"No..."

Red:"What are you doing here Chosen?"

Chosen:"Nothing too important, I'm just checking a few things. Second, when you're done can you join me and Dusk in our investigation?"

Second:"Aaah..."

-I felt my hands shaking...-

Chosen:"You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable doing it..."

Second:"N-no! I will, I just... Ah..."

-I didn't know what to answer...-

Second:"D-don't worry okay? I'll come to you when I can."

-He said goodbye to me, he looked worried...-

-I continued to eat with the others. as always the food was good, it was a combination of toast, fruit and pancakes, some juice too. spending time with them made me quite calm...-

-It made me forget.... that...-

-Shit.... Just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable, I almost felt a lack of appetite, my hands shook a little as I held a glass of orange juice.-

Red:"Sec..?"

-I looked at Red, his eyes full of concern almost penetrating my soul, and my heart.-

Second:"I-I'm fine Red...

-I forced the most forced smile I've ever done. I guess it wasn't very convincing...-

-He forced a serious face- that if an angry squirrel face is considered serious- and he got up from his chair and sat next to me.-

Red:"I don't like to see you upset! While I'll try to cheer you up today!"

-He put his fists on his hips with a look of determination. I felt my cheeks turn red as I felt the urge to laugh.-

Second:"Okay, okay, you can spend time with me for a bit. Your company is never unpleasant."

-I laughed, his smile was warm and sweet. I think I'm going to have diabetes with so much sweetness.-

-Half an hour later and we finish eating and leave the cafeteria. I decided to go to Chosen and Dusk as they asked me, they were on the second floor.-

-I hadn't seen this floor yet... It was the same size as the other but also spacious.-

Chosen:"Second, here!"

-Chosen was with Dusk in front of an elegant fountain in the middle of the huge space.-

Second:"So... Do you want to continue the investigation?"

Dusk:"Exactly. Yesterday while you were sleeping, we investigated this floor and found out about the Ultimate Labs.-

Second:"Ultimate Labs?"

Chosen:"It's these separate rooms with detailed doors, each lab feels like it was made for each of us based on our talents."

Dusk:"There's an art lab, I believe it's yours."

-They point to a lab with a double door with paint stains on it.-

Second:"I... I have an art lab??"

Chosen:"I believe that with each floor, they will fill the space of this place with more of these labs. I wonder what my lab would be like..."

Dusk:"Anyway, this also contains an infirmary, your friend Purple seems to understand a little medicine."

Second:"Oh yes! They're great at these things."

-It is true that they take good care of us when we are injured. I don't understand how this is not classified as a talent...-

Dusk:"I see. Well, I did some digging over breakfast this morning, and I found this."

-They crouch down and point to a part of the fountain. I raise an eyebrow and kneel down to the height they showed and I start straining my eyes to see better.-

-There was a strange symbol in the font! It looked like two claws holding a sphere.-

Second:"What is that symbol?"

Dusk:"I don't know, but whatever it is, it must have something to do with this place."

-We got up, they were right, that symbol means something.-

-I just don't know for sure what it could be...-

Chosen:"Anyway, did you find anything?"

Second:"I ah... No, unfortunately not..."

Chosen:"Hump... I'll talk to Dark, and you take care of yourselves."

-He walked away with one hand raised. I nodded and Dusk himself kept staring at the fount.-

Second:"Okay, I guess that was it..."

Dusk:"we are being watched..."

-I looked at them, they point to a corner of the ceiling, that's when I noticed something I didn't notice before...-

Second:"C-cameras??"

-They had hidden cameras in the ceiling.-

Dusk:"Everywhere these cameras are watching us... Every move... Every action... Every murder..."

-I felt myself take a step back in fear. You mean someone is watching us?? What sick game is this??-

Dusk:"I'm sorry to make you scared... I don't think you're going to feel very comfortable right now..."

-They start walking away, leaving me behind.-

Dusk:"Be careful Second Coming..."

-And so they walked away, leaving me alone in confusion and discomfort.-

-Why? Why are we being forced to play this game? Who is watching us?? Why are we being forced to do this?? What did we do to deserve this??-

Purple:"Second?"

Second:"WHY!!?"

-I felt myself leaping away from them.-

Purple:"Sec, what is it!?"

Second:"P-purp..?"

-I felt my heart racing, I was panting...-

-All this is too much for me... I felt tired, more than usual, I was stressed...-

Purple:"You're making me worried Sec..."

Secodn:"S-sorry... I didn't mean to..."

-I felt my lips tremble, I wanted to scream, but not in front of them.-

Purple:"You want to talk..?"

Second:"I... Maybe...? I don't know..."

-I stared at my feet, I was very tired and exhausted.-

Purple:"If you want, I'll always be here..."

-They smile and sit on the bench in front of the fountain. They look at me with their kind eyes and wave a hand at their side.-

-I could feel my face turning red and my heart was pounding. I sat next to them looking away and with my hands on my knees.-

-I glanced at them. They stared at nothing with a calm and peaceful smile. That smile that made me feel self-conscious but... Comfortable.-

Purple:"Do you think what Green said was true...?"

-I felt my heart stop. Green...-

-He said he loved us... I... I don't know how to understand all this...-

Purple:"Can I be honest...?"

-I nodded. They look at me with a shy smile and eyes that look like they want to cry.-

Purple:"I loved him too... I loved him so much... But now he's gone... And I don't know how to go on without him..."

-They kept the smile on their face while sounding like they were about to cry. It broke my heart to see them trying so hard not to look "weak".-

Purple:"He was so kind... So loving and affectionate... Why...?"

-I could see the moment when they couldn't hold it any longer, and they turned to me with trembling lips and waterlogged eyes.-

Purple:"Why did he have to go???"

-They start to cry and throw themselves into my chest, holding onto my shirt tightly as they let the tears wash over them.-

-My heart broke at that reaction. I wrapped my arms around them trying to comfort them, they started hitting my shoulder hard before just hugging me back.-

-I wanted to cry too... But right now, I just want to make Purple comfortable... I hate to see them cry...-

-I remember the time they broke into the game we were playing, just because they wanted to play too but didn't have any friends. I let them play in my place and watched them enjoy themselves.-

-Seeing the smile on their faces back then was rewarding. I felt happy seeing them being happy.-

-I looked at that camera.-

-I won't let this sick game separate me from my friends... I won't let anyone else suffer...-

-I'll make sure Green's promise is guaranteed... I'll take care of them... I'll protect them...-

-For that.... I can't be weak anymore... I have to be the leader they need...-

-I will protect the ones I love...-

-I looked at Purple. They were calmer, they almost seemed to be sleeping.-

-I smiled. I shook them a little.-

Second:"Purp, are you better..?"

-They look at me still in tears.-

Second:"Don't worry, I'm not going to let this game hurt any of you..."

-I smoothed their faces, I could see them blushing and hiding them with their hands. I laughed, they are so cute...-

-I held one of their hands and kissed it, they blushed even more and smiled shyly.-

-I spent a few minutes calming them down until they decided to go to their room. I offered to accompany them but they declined.-

-After they left I started thinking deeply about my feelings...-

-I... I really love them.... All of them... Much more than myself...-

-And I promise I'll take care of them even if it's the last thing I do...-

-After a while I decided to stop and think.-

Second:"Okay, what am I going to do now...?"

—Free Time—

-I decided to explore more of this floor and went to one of the new rooms. It looked like a throne room, but I looked around and saw a tea table with...-

Second:"MT?"

Orange:"Oh you. Why are you here?"

-He was sitting at the table with his legs crossed while he seemed to be having a cup of tea accompanied by some biscuits.-

Secodn:"I just decided to just explore this place some more... Ah... Can I join?"

Orange:*Sight*"okay, sit down before I change my mind!"

-I sat at the fancy table next to him. He offered me a cup of tea and some biscuits, I accepted, the biscuits were delicious and the tea was very calming.-

-It was quite silent so I decided to break the ice.-

Second:"So.... Hehe... That seems a lot..."

Orange:"Formal? Chic?"

-He pauses taking a sip of tea.-

Orange:"British?"

-I held back my laugh. I never really got into it but yeah, he kind of has a British accent. He looked calm and almost laughing along with it.-

Orange:"Purple and I are both half British. At least that's what I understood. They said their mother was British and their father was American."

-That sounds like a surprise to me, they never talked about the parents...-

Orange:"I saw it myself from the UK side of the internet before moving to the US side.-

Second:"Wait, does the internet also have country divisions?"

Orange:"But of course. The British side is somewhat upscale, but not much different. I prefer to keep my nationality to myself."

Second:"Got it. But... Why did you move to the American side...?"

-He pauses, taking another sip of tea before he's left shocked on the mini plate.-

Orange:"I fell in love."

-I was surprised, I didn't know he knew someone.-

Orange:"She was an amazing woman... Whose charm and charisma I couldn't resist... I was lucky that we went far enough to have...a child..."

-I never saw MT smiling so much... But then that smile disappeared in seconds...-

Orange:"She got sick and I lost her... Our son could never know her..."

Second:"Oh... I... I'm so sorry for all of this... At least you still have your son, don't you..."

-He looked at me with a cold gaze.-

Second:"h-hun..!?"

-Oh... No....-

Orange:"This conversation is over. Have a good time."

-He got up seriously and left the room.-

-I... I didn't know he suffered so much... Is that why he's so cold...?-

-I got up and got the leftovers and cups. I took them to the kitchen and put them in the wash and put away the leftovers.-

-I think I started to feel close to MT, even though it didn't seem like it.-

-I left the kitchen and went to the cafeteria. I could see Freedom right there at one of the tables looking at something in his hands.-

Secodn:"Freedom Guy! How are you going?"

-He looked at me and tucked what he had into his scarf.-

Freedom:"Hey kid, I'm fine. And you?"

Second:"Oh, I'm fine too! Can I seat?"

-He accepts and I sit down across from him. I could feel a hostile vibe coming from him but I didn't know what it was...-

Second:"So... why do you call yourself that?"

Freedom:"Ah, simple, I was a freedom fighter! A few years ago I led a revolution against the tyranny of creators! Freeing various sitickfigures from these monsters that force them to fight, fight, fight!"

-He said in a passionate but also hateful tone.-

Second:"You...you don't like creators...?"

-I feel uncomfortable asking this...-

Freedom:"No... I hate them.... They think they are superior just because we created them! But I wouldn't let that happen! I had to free my people... I had to bring them freedom... My biggest wish was a world without creators... Where only sitickfigures could live in harmony... Without creators... Without suffering... Without pain..."

-I felt VERY uncomfortable with all of this....-

-He looked in my direction.-

Freedom:"Oh, I'm sorry, did I startle you...?"

Secodn:"N-no! It's just.... My creator isn't bad... He's even my friend! I like helping him animate his projects. he's pretty cool!"

Freedom:"Nice..? Hehe... Don't make me laugh... You're very naive... easily mobile when they give you something you like... What would you do if he turned on you...? What would happen if he hurt his friends...? Dark told me about him, chosen told me about him... You were created by the same creator... You were almost erased by him.... Chosen was used as a slave by him... Dark was used as a weapon.... And you?"

-I felt like getting up...-

Freedom:"You're nothing more than a self-correct error to him...."

Second:"OK! I think it's done!!"

-I get up quickly, I didn't want to hear this anymore... He made me very uncomfortable...-

Freedom:"I'm just telling the truth.... One day you'll understand..."

-I looked at him... He was smiling... I felt even more uncomfortable with him and left the cafeteria as fast as I could.-

-I stayed outside and let myself slide down the wall and sit on the floor. I put my hands over my head trying to forget what he said.-

-Alan is my friend! He would never use me like that! He... He changed! He was scared after Chosen and Dark broke his computer... I can't blame him for being scared... Can I..?-

Chosen:"Second?"

Second:"a-ah!? C-chosen..?"

Chosen:"Second, what's wrong?"

-He sits next to me. He seemed worried about me.-

Second:"W-it was just Freedom Guy... He said horrible things about Alan.... I don't want to believe him...."

Chosen:"He was mistreated by his creator... He hates them and I don't blame him... I hated Alan too... Until I had to leave it all behind and work alongside him to stop Dark... He's not evil... He was just immature in the past."

Second:"He's a nice guy... He has a beautiful family! An amazing career and great friends! He only hurt me once... But it was all my fault that alarmed him..."

Chosen:"No, it's my fault... I wanted to destroy his computer and made Dark si join me to do it..."

Second:"We both kind of have our own fault, hehe..."

Chosen:"Maybe... The best we can do is improve as people."

-He patted my head. I felt so comfortable with him, I looked at him and he smiled at me. I smile back.-

-We said goodbye, I looked back to say goodbye, but I just saw the canteen ready to open and close quickly... He... He went to confront Free...? I don't understand... But I'm tired...-

-It must be almost bedtime by now. Without a watch I have no way of knowing. I walked past Green's room with a sinking heart... I tried to open the door but it was locked... I sighed and headed towards my room.-

*DING DONG BING BONG*

Monostick:"Good night participants! It is now 10 pm! Time to sleep before someone stabs you in the back!"

-The day passed quickly. I took off my hood and placed it on my chair next to the desk and threw myself on the bed. I'm always so tired... I really need to sleep...-

-.......-

-............-

-...-

???:"Monostick?"

—

Monostick:"Yea?"

???:"Do you already know what the next motive would be?"

Monostick:"Um... I have an idea, why?"

???:"Oh, nothing... I just wanted to help..."

Monostick:"Oh! Help me? Why?"

???:"Not a particular reason... I just wanted to speed things up a bit...."

Monostick:"Oh! You are evil! I liked you!"

???:"Evil..? Hump.... Well, if that's how everyone sees me.... So be it...

[To be continued...]

[put your predictions on who you think will be the victim and killer of this chapter!]

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dotster001 · 2 years

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I'll Protect You

Summery:Mayoix gn! Reader. You two are dating, but he still doubts whether he deserves you. Luckily for you both, you are quite stubborn.

Cw:just Mayoi's general anxiety and self doubt.

It had taken a long time, but Mayoi had grown more comfortable with you. Eventually, you had been able to hold a conversation with him, which slowly (so slowly) had led to the two of you dating.

You knew he was still anxious around other people, and you had accepted that, doing everything you could to make him comfortable, and if he couldn't be comfortable, being the badass s/o that you were, and defending him from the humans.

Normally, if you were with him, he'd attend meetings with his unit. He may not say much, but he would show up, holding your hand for support.

He could never get over his bad feelings towards Eichi though. Even when you were with him, he would still hide in the ceiling for those meetings. One day, you had decided something had to change. Your boyfriend shouldn't have to be scared and alone in the ceiling.

"How do I get up there?" You gestured to the ceiling, asking the other members of Alkaloid in hopes that one of them knew.

"I'll give you a boost!" Hiiro happily offered, already getting in position to give you extra height so you could join your boyfriend in the ceiling.

"Hiro, don't!" Aira tried to intervene. "That's not how Mayoi gets up there! Don't be so dense."

Tatsuomi just laughed at his juniors.

Your phone dinged, and there was a picture of the passageway, then a slight hole that would bring you to the ceiling. This was followed by a text from your boyfriend.

You don't have to though. I'm fine, I deserve to be alone up here.

And with that you were already on your way. You made it up to the ceiling and by a curled up shuddering Mayoi just in time to hear Eichi ask,

"Where's the producer?"

"Up there," you heard Tatsuomi laugh.

"Ah," Eichi said, then continued with the meeting he had planned.

You crawled up to your boyfriend and grabbed his hand.

"Hey," you whispered. "How are you doing?"

His eyes flicked to you, then down in the direction of the meeting, then back to you.

"I'm not comfortable with him." He whispered back.

"I know," you began to rub his back in a way you hoped was soothing. "It's alright, he's pretty shady." You grinned. He gave a weak smile back before letting out a heavy sigh.

"I don't deserve your kindness. I'm too weak and disgusting for…"

"Hey, no one talks about my boyfriend that way," you growled, much to his shock. "So you don't like being around people. That's alright! I'll do it for you! You have strengths that I don't have, so we even each other out."

He looked skeptical, and you grinned and pushed a lock of his purple hair from his eyes.

"You, my beloved, are an excellent performer, which I am not, and you also always know how to take care of people. You always know what I need, and never hesitate to make my burden lighter. And those are just two of your strengths! So if I have to sit in the ceiling to protect my boyfriend from 'big bad mister business', I will, because I love him, and he loves me, and we look out for each other."

Mayoi's lip quavered, but he held it together as he nuzzled into you, playing with your fingers for the rest of the meeting. When it was done, he escorted you out of the ceiling, and whispered a soft "thank you"

"I'll protect you too, Y/N. I hope you know that."

You did. You could never doubt it.

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #mayoi ayase #mayoi ayase x reader

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thekentuckyhimbo · 2 years

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Sharing is Caring

Pairing: William Regal/Danhausen, Hookhausen, William Regal/Wheeler Yuta

Warnings: mentions of BDSM (not explicit), mentions of sex (explicit)

Words: 3k

Chapters: 1

Complete: Yes

*Part 2 in a series, but can be read standalone.

Read Part 1

Summary: Hook has been courting Danhausen, but Danhausen is loyal to William Regal. Will the two be able to share, or will Danhausen be forced to choose one of them? As @dudebustertrent puts it, “you like a little freak in facepaint and a silver fox? This fic is for you”

Author Notes: I am an absolute goblin for writing this and now it’s officially a series, so look forward to that, I guess

Danhausen leaves his Master’s room in the early hours of the morning. It is a cool morning and Danhausen longs for the warm embrace of his Master’s bed again already, even if he sleeps at the foot of it. But Master always tucks him in and places a soft kiss on his head, and he feels safe there.

But Danhausen had been lying awake for the last hour. Were he in his own bed, Danhausen would have tossed and turned restlessly, looked at his phone, watched a few tiktoks or listened to music until sleep overtook him once more. But he dare not wake his Master. So instead Danhausen had crept out of bed in the dark, dressed quickly - Master had him sleep naked, of course - and left his collar behind on the armchair in the corner of the hotel room.

When Master woke up he would wonder where Danhausen had gone, would perhaps punish him, but Danhausen would have been in much more trouble had he woken Master.

Danhausen crept through the carpeted halls of the hotel now, a long walk down the corridor to the elevator. He was dressed rather oddly compared to his usual vampiric attire. He was planning on going to the hotel gym, so he wore a simple pair of black track pants and the only clean t-shirt he could find. A white one, unfortunately.

Danhausen still wore his facepaint, of course, touching it up in the dark since he had not washed it off the night before. Master liked him better with it on. My little ghoul, he would say affectionately.

Danhausen checked his watch. Four a.m. as he approached the elevator. He pressed the down button and wrung his hands as he awaited its arrival. Suddenly, in his peripheral vision, Danhausen spotted a figure approaching. He hadn’t heard any footfalls and so Danhausen jumped in the air, turning to see who it was.

Ah, he thought grimly as a familiar bedhead and jawline came into focus. Normally, seeing Hook sent Danhausen’s stomach aflutter with excitement, but at this early hour (and given Danhausen’s current, unusually heightened state of anxiety) he was the last person Danhausen wanted to see.

The younger man had an amused look on his face, seemingly pleased with himself from scaring Danhausen so much. Danhausen scowled at Hook.

“What are you doing up so early?” Danhausen asked.

Danhausen could have already figured out the answer for himself. Looking Hook up and down he saw that Hook was wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts, trainers and a plain t-shirt. He was likely heading to the same place Danhausen was.

“Gym,” Hook grunted simply, “You coming?”

Hook raised his eyebrows at Danhausen, smug smirk still planted on his face. Danhausen thought he might like to kiss that expression away, but no- he must not allow himself to think like that.

The elevator dinged just in time to save Danhausen from his impure thoughts and Hook stepped in casually. Danhausen followed and pushed the button for the second floor gym, hands returning to their natural state clasped in front of him. He stood beside Hook in the elevator, who leaned against the handrail lazily. Danhausen hunched slightly, shoulders tense.

“You know,” Danhausen said quickly as it dawned on him how this must look, “Danhausen was already going to the gym before he saw Hook.”

Hook looked at Danhausen incredulously. “Sure,” he drawled.

At the gym things didn’t get any easier for Danhausen, whose thoughts were getting the best of him. Unfortunately these were the thoughts that had kept him up all night; the very thoughts he had come here to sweat out like an exorcism.

Danhausen decided that he must not work out too close to Hook. The gym was a large place and they were the only two souls wandering it at this early hour, so Danhausen found the weights and began to work on his upper body, while Hook started with what appeared to be some light cardio. Danhausen tried not to watch, instead watching his own form intently in the mirrors.

After a while Hook crossed the gym floor and found Danhausen again. Danhausen’s eyes were drawn to him as he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe sweat from his brow, but he must not let himself look. He took some heavier weights off the rack and began to focus intently on what he was doing, hoping that if he pushed his body far enough his brain would not have enough power left to think about Hook.

Stupid Hook with his pretty smile and his stupid sexy body. And he was even uncursable! Danhausen couldn’t stand him, but he also found himself obsessed. How had Hook become immune to Danhausen’s curses? And how had Mister Taz birthed such a beautiful man? It defied logic.

When Danhausen had completed his set, he racked the weights and took a moment to rest, breathing heavily.

“You’re stronger than you look,” Hook drawled.

Not strong enough of mind, Danhausen thought in reply.

Danhausen had to look at the man now that he had addressed Danhausen. He found Hook standing exactly where he had stopped when he first walked over. Seemingly he had just stood in one spot and watched Danhausen do his entire set. Very strange behaviour.

“Danhausen is as strong as Danhausen needs to be,” he eventually replied.

Hook looked unimpressed.

“Come spot me,” he said, walking towards a weight bench.

Danhausen’s greatest weakness was that he loved to be told what to do. Master often took advantage of that fact and it seemed that now Hook had discovered this trick too. Danhausen trailed after Hook with a sigh.

Of course Hook decided to take off his shirt while he lifted his weights, and of course Danhausen had to stand over him to spot for him, so now Danhausen was left with the unenviable task of keeping his erection in check while his crotch was less than a foot away from Hook’s pretty face.

Thankfully Danhausen didn’t have much of a dominant side, so he wasn’t thinking about throat-fucking Hook’s pretty mouth. No, certainly not. But perhaps he was considering how that would play out were their positions reversed.

Danhausen licked his lips and clenched his hands tighter in front of him. Hook was nearing the end of his set and his face was screwed up in concentration, his muscles beginning to shine from the sweat that covered his body. Danhausen should like to lick it off.

So distracted by thoughts of licking his younger friend was he, that he nearly forgot to help Hook rack the weights. He reached his hands out and grabbed the barbell hurriedly, muttering his apologies as he did.

Hook sat up on the bench, using his discarded t-shirt to wipe his sweaty body. Danhausen should like to wear that shirt, he thought.

“It’s cool, man,” Hook said easily, shooting Danhausen a look that appeared quite sincere.

It caught Danhausen off-guard to see Hook displaying kindness towards him, and Danhausen was glad for his facepaint as he felt his cheeks becoming flushed. He didn’t think Hook could tell, but from the younger man’s facial expression he appeared to know something was up.

Hook sat on the weight bench for a long time looking at Danhausen. His eyebrows knotted together like he was trying to solve a difficult puzzle, and Danhausen was too flustered to think of a way out of the situation. So instead he just watched Hook’s breathing slowly level out by the rise and fall of his chest, letting the other man dictate the pace of this strange encounter.

Eventually Hook stood up and rounded the weight bench. Danhausen stumbled backwards, concerned that the sudden fire behind Hook’s eyes meant Danhausen was about to get hit (though some part of Danhausen wondered if he would mind Hook’s hands on him, even in such a violent fashion). Hook came up close to him, lips pursed in concentration.

Hook stared Danhausen down for a long minute, raking his eyes over Danhausen’s face. Finally he spoke, startling Danhausen.

“You wanna go get some coffee?”

Danhausen sat in a cafe across from the hotel, now dressed in his more typical attire. However instead of his wrestling tights he wore a pair of plain black jeans. He had one leg crossed over the other and his chin on his hand, staring out the window and contemplating a memory that had come to him from last week.

Hook sat across from him but was currently staring into his phone. They had chatted back and forth for a while (as much as you could chat with Hook) and had ended up in a comfortable silence.

Danhausen was watching people enter and exit the lobby of the hotel across the street, but he had not yet seen many familiar faces. It was only six-thirty, so Danhausen didn’t expect to yet.

He was thinking back to a conversation Jon Moxley had had with his Master a week ago, and about the feelings it had brought up for Danhausen. Moxley had been concerned that his lover, Eddie Kingston, was upset with him. It seemed that Kingston didn’t like all the time Moxley had been spending with Bryan Danielson of late. Master had suggested that Kingston might be jealous, but Danhausen didn’t believe in jealousy. Certainly Danhausen had not been jealous when Master had taken a shine to Wheeler Yuta; he had simply wanted for a little more affection in the early days of Master’s relationship with Yuta.

Did that mean that Danhausen was allowed to see others too, he wondered? He looked back to Hook for a moment but put the thought out of his head, reaching for his coffee mug. He took a sip with his eyes back on the street outside, while Hook took a sip from his as he absently scrolled on his phone.

Danhausen liked to see Hook like this; comfortable. There was a strange intimacy to the moment that Danhausen felt low in his belly. He liked the things that his body did when he was around Hook; it was so different to how he felt around Master. Over the years Master had broken Danhausen down to his barest components; flesh and bones that Master had carefully kneaded back together, formed like a clay vase. Hook wasn’t asking to have Danhausen in that way. He didn’t want to make Danhausen into something, he wanted Danhausen to become something.

Danhausen thought of Yuta, the man that Master was shaping him into by way of Jon Moxley. It was a beautiful process, one that Danhausen loved to watch unfold because it reminded him of his own journey. But there was something in the challenge that Hook presented, and Danhausen wanted that as well.

Master was AEW; a stable income and a predictable schedule that allowed Danhausen to focus on his craft without worrying where his next paycheck would come from. Hook was the independent circuit; a life of uncertainty and brilliance in the most unexpected of places. In AEW stars were built through strong booking and storylines that paid off over months. On the indies, Danhausen had been made purely by chance; a series of unexpectedly good - and seemingly random - matches that had showed the world what Danhausen was capable of.

Independent wrestling promotions vs large-scale wrestling companies was a debate that would rage on long after Danhausen was retired, but Danhausen was smarter than most of the people having that debate. Danhausen knew that both were beautiful, and he had certainly needed both in his life to become this version of himself.

Perhaps Jon Moxley needed both Kingston and Danielson then, Danhausen decided. So his advice had been good. No wonder Master had been pleased.

As if on cue his Master appeared through the lobby doors then, long brown overcoat flapping gently in the breeze. It looked like a cape, something Danhausen always liked about his Master's attire. His floppy hair blew in the breeze too, and Danhausen allowed himself a small smile.

Trailing behind his well-dressed Master was Wheeler Yuta, perhaps accompanying him this morning because Danhausen had not been there when he awoke. Danhausen’s sleepless night seemed so far away from him now that he could not imagine his Master being angry at him.

Master and Yuta crossed the street and Danhausen realised that they were headed towards the same cafe that Danhausen was sat inside with Hook. They walked past the other side of the window and Yuta waved warmly at Danhausen, who waved back. Master looked at Danhausen. He did not smile but his eyes seemed kind, so Danhausen knew there would be no punishment today.

Hook had looked up from his phone now and was staring pointedly through the glass at Master. Danhausen was unsure what was meant by the look, but he felt a sinking feeling in his gut.

“Should I go?” Hook asked Danhausen unkindly.

Danhausen felt conflicted. On one hand, he did not want Hook to go - ever. But on the other, he did not like Hook’s hostility towards his Master. Danhausen felt strongly for Hook, but his loyalty to his Master was even stronger.

Danhausen shrugged tightly as his Master and Yuta entered the cafe. “Hook will go when Hook wants to go.”

Hook seemed to make a move to leave, putting his phone in his pocket. But before he could, Master was clasping the younger man’s shoulder and boxing him in at their booth seat, with Yuta taking up the spot next to Danhausen.

Danhausen nodded gently at his Master and then resumed his looking out the window. Seeing Hook and his Master side by side was too much for Danhausen; he felt as though his heart might stop at any moment. Was he afraid that the two would have a confrontation, or was he imagining what it would be like to have both of their hands on him at once?

Danhausen remembered then that Yuta had a different lover before Master; Chuck Taylor had once laid claim to young Wheeler before he had defected to the Blackpool Comat Club. Taylor had told Danhausen this himself the night Yuta had painted the letters B-C-C onto his chest in blood, explaining that he hoped Yuta’s tenure in the Blackpool Combat Club would be similar to Danhausen’s own; that he would still be best friends with the Best Friends.

From the rumours Danhausen had heard, it seemed that so far this had been true. That Yuta was free to return to his old flame Chuck Taylor as he pleased, as long as it did not interfere with his pre-existing arrangements with Master. Danhausen wondered if this could be the case for him too, but he dare not ask.

“Beautiful view today,” Master remarked cheerfully, but when Danhausen stole a glance at him, Master’s view was of his two pets sat across the table, not of what lay outside the window.

The waitress came then and Master ordered on behalf of himself and Yuta. He also ordered another coffee each for Danhausen and Hook; his way of saying that he planned on both of them staying for the duration of this breakfast date. Master knew Danhausen’s coffee order but asked Hook for his. Black, Danhausen answered in his head just as Hook answered the same out loud.

Once the waitress left the vicinity, Master turned his attention to Hook, laying one arm casually over the back of the booth seat they shared. The movement sparked something in Danhausen, perhaps because the gesture was the same one Master used to invite Danhausen to cuddle in his drawing room in the evenings.

Tension must have been evident in Danhausen’s body, because Yuta’s hand found his under the table and gave him a firm squeeze. Danhausen squeezed back, hoping this would suffice as a thank you.

“How is Mister Taz?” Master asked Hook warmly, fixing him with a smile that Danhausen was unsure was genuine.

“Good,” Hook grunted unhelpfully.

Danhausen knew that this was the type of unhelpful response that would get Danhausen (or Yuta) in trouble with Master. But Master just continued to smile at Hook.

If Hook was uncomfortable with Master’s sickly sweet smile he didn’t show it, holding his cool pose and appearing the epitome of unbothered. Danhausen wished he could maintain that type of composure around Master, but had that smile been fixed on Danhausen he would have been weak at the knees. Perhaps Yuta was having a similar thought, because he was staring wide-eyed at Hook.

Master continued to insist upon making small talk until their food arrived, the topics of conversation becoming increasingly difficult to bear. By the time their food arrived Danhausen was nearly vibrating from his discomfort, feeling as though he might explode. Perhaps it was the single question that kept swirling around in his head, the one he so desperately wanted to ask. Am I allowed? If he did not get some reprieve soon, he may just blurt it out at the table.

Their food arrived just as Master asked, “So what did you two get up to this morning?” with a mischievous smile on his face that nearly sent Danhausen into conniptions.

Impossibly, Hook chose this precise moment to smirk and this precise question to answer with more than a grunt.

“Went to the gym,” Hook replied, for the first time giving Master more than a one-word answer.

Hook looked over towards Danhausen, smirk still firmly in place, as if to imply that something untoward had happened during their morning gym session. Perhaps it had, Danhausen thought looking back on it.

“Ah,” Master said smoothly as ever, innuendo thick in his voice, “So did we.”

Master had ordered a sweet pastry with his eggs benedict breakfast and he pulled the small dessert plate that held it across the table loudly. Taking his knife, Master cut into the pastry down the middle. He took one piece for himself and then pushed the plate pointedly with one finger over towards Hook.

Master bit into the pastry, a thin dusting of powdered sugar coating his lips, which he licked away.

“Care to share, Mister Hook?” Master dared.

#william regal/danhausen #hookhausen #william regal/wheeler yuta #danhausen #william regal #hook #aew hook #wheeler yuta

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saralayne · 9 months

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All My Life 🩵💜

As Isabel resurfaces. Lucy feels self conscious. Tim reassures her.

Tim was doing paperwork at his desk at the end of the day. He was trying his hardest to get out of Wilshire at a respectable time. His hours were all over the place as Metro Sargent. Lucy was not only working patrol hours but was also preparing to take the detective exam. It was becoming increasingly hard to find quality time with one another. As he was finishing, his phone dinged. Tim’s eyes widened when he saw a number he didn’t recognize but as he started reading…Quickly aware who it was. His ex wife Isabel. Tim not knowing what to even think. The text was short. Isobel wanted to meet up with him and talk about something. She was very vague. Tim felt conflicted. Tim hadn’t had any contact with Isabel in 2 years, since they officially divorced. On one hand he was curious to see how she was doing and how life has been treating her. On the other hand, he felt they had moved on with their lives. Scared of any unnecessary drama he could be pulled into. He was incredibly happy these days. Lucy was everything he had ever wanted. She is the love of his life. Their relationship is everything he had always longed for. A healthy, loving and supportive relationship that Isobel couldn’t provide. Tim has often thought, that he did of course love Isobel but that Lucy was so much more to him. A love he never imagined. She was going to be his wife down the road. She was going to be the mother to his children. Lucy was his last. They would grow old together. She was his for eternity. He replied to her text and asked her to come to Lucy’s. There was no secrets between them. His main priority was for Lucy to know she was his future. He wanted her there when he met with Isabel so there was no confusion on where his heart lies.

As Tim arrived to Lucy’s and she was buried in books. Studying hard. She barely noticed he had come in.

“Hi Babe. Studying hard?”

“Hey Baby. I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“I know. Must mean you are studying hard. NERD”

As they both laughed. Lucy rolling her eyes.

“Would you mind taking a small break? I have to talk to you about something”

“Of course, Baby. This sounds ominous. Is everything OK?”

“YES. At least I hope so.”

“When I was finishing my paperwork, I received a text from…Ah…From Isabel”

“Isabel? Like your ex wife, Isabel?”

“Yes”

“What does she want?”

“I’m not sure. She wants to meet to talk to me. I told her I would meet with her but I want her to come here to talk. I want you to be here. We have no secrets and I understand this is awkward. So, I feel her coming here was the best option”

“OK. Tim. It’s ok. You didn’t have to meet her here. I don’t want anything to be weird for you. Having your ex wife coming over to your girlfriends apartment. Isn’t that going to be awkward for you?”

“No. Lucy. I am curious to see what she wants and what she’s doing with her life. I hope everything is good and I won’t get caught up in any drama with her but I think it’s probably innocent. It will be good for her to come here and she can see first hand, how great my life is now”

“OK. Sounds good”

Tim could tell Lucy was uneasy. She put on a brave face but he knew. Tim didn’t blame her what so ever. If Chris was coming to see her unexpectedly, he would also be uneasy. Even a little jealous. Isabel was his wife. Lucy feeling self conscious was a natural reaction. He hated that she felt that way. Because in his mind and heart, Lucy was absolutely it for him. He hadn’t had any feelings for Isabel in a long time. Even more so since he being with his former rookie. He would see what Isabel wanted. Have a nice talk with her (he hoped) and then he would make sure Lucy knew exactly how he felt. Tim, not always good at communicating his feelings. Not a man of many words. Regardless, he would express himself to take any worry away for his girlfriend.

Isabel came the next morning. Lucy let them have time. Tamara questioning why she was here. Lucy admitting that it is a little weird but it’s OK. Tamara not believing her words.

Lucy was feeling uneasy. She whole heartedly trusts Tim. Rationally, knowing there was no feelings there. What made her nervous was she didn’t know how Isabel felt about Tim. She looked healthy. Beautiful even. Definitely different than the last time she saw her. Lucy’s stomach was turning. Why did she feel this way? She loved Tim, he loved her. Even though neither of them had said those three magic words. Lucy knew it was true in their hearts. All she wanted was to not feel like this. Feeling these insecurities.

As it turns out. Isabel was living a great life now. In recovery. Wanting to make amends with Tim as part of her program. Wanting to apologize for everything she had put him through. It was all very understandable and innocent as Tim thought it would be. As Isabel made her way to the door. Telling Tim he looked very happy, offering Lucy a wide smile. Knowing full well she was the reason for his happiness. Tim gave Isabel a friendly hug as she walked out the door.

Tim walked over to his girlfriend, grabbed her hand and led her to the couch. As they cuddled on the couch. Silence. Until it wasn’t.

“Luce. Baby. Are you OK? I know this was weird for you. As it would be for me if the situation was reversed. Your feelings about this are completely valid. I need you to know that”

“Thank you, Tim. No secrets right?”

“Right”

“Truthfully. I felt insecure. I trust you completely Tim. It’s just she was your wife. The love of your life. I know you divorced for a reason and have moved on. It’s just she looks amazing. She looks healthy. I’m sorry”

“Baby. Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. I need you to hear me. So please hear my words. I want to make this crystal clear. For one, Yes she does look good and healthy. I have absolutely NO attraction to her anymore. Lucy, you are the most gorgeous woman I could ever dream of being with. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. BEAUTIFUL. For two. And hear me when I say this. I did love her at one time. BUT, YOU are the love of my life. Even more than Isabel. You are the woman I never thought I deserved. You are the woman I dreamed of. ALL MY LIFE I have waited for YOU. I have NEVER felt this way before. NEVER felt a love like this before. I know we haven’t said this yet. I’m absolutely head over heels in love with you. Crazy, in love with you. If I’m being honest. I have been in love with you for a while. Way before I was willing to admit. You are my forever.”

“I’m glad Isabel is doing well. I want good things for her. I’m happy she’s healthy and striving. She is a part of my past. But you, my beautiful girl are my future.

Tears streaming down Lucy’s rosy cheeks.

“Tim. Baby. Thank you for that. I am so in love with you too. I have been for so long. I know without any doubt you are my forever too. I have had relationships but I have never felt the way I feel about you. I LOVE YOU”

“I LOVE YOU TOO, Luce. So much”

“Wow. We just said those three magic words to one another with no hesitation.”

“Yes we did, Luce. When you know, you know”

They spent the night immersed with one another. Enjoying each other. Knowing their future was going to be filled with joy and love. Eventually, they would be husband and wife. Eventually, little Lucy’s and Tim’s running around. Their pasts would be in the past. Their future was bright.

#fanfic #chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #isabel bradford #insecutiry #love confessions #established relationship #i love you #tooth rotting fluff

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