#he really dug himself into debt for a girl

[badgerbl00d]

one piece boys with a jealous gf

☆ characters: zoro, law, sanji

☆ up next: cuddling with one piece boys ft. shanks, rayleigh, benn and roger

☆ a/n: for the anon request about being jealous of the boys... i deviated a little from the request but this will definitely have a part 2!

zoro 

“Three hundred million, hm?” she said batting her lashes at him, “With muscles like that I guess it’s not really a surprise!”

Zoro absent-mindedly nodded, much more focused on the katana in front of him. 

“What’s this one?”

“That’s a newer model, popularized in the East Blue. Fishermen designed it.”

“It’s lousy.”

She frowned, pouting her lips out, “That’s too bad, it looks nice when you use it.”

He gave a hmph in response, still mainly focused on the array of swords in the store. 

“Why don’t I show you a Wazamono we have in the back?”

Zoro paused for a moment, thinking about the offer.

“Alright,” he shrugged, and like a dumb puppy, started following her to the back.

You should have been shopping with Nami, but the two of you were rather unsatisfied with the stores you had to choose from and ended up going to get some snacks instead. 

And thanks to this unexpectedly short shopping spree, you had been outside the weapons shop watching most of this exchange.

Your cheeks turned a violent shade of red and Nami insisted that he was probably totally oblivious to the flirting. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

She sighed, “I guess not… Why don’t you go after him?”

“That’s embarrassing, and you’re probably right anyway.”

You sat with your shoulders crossed and closed your eyes, letting out a long exhale as you tried to think of something else.

“Oh, look! They’re coming back out.”

You decided you might as well go in now before your idiot of a boyfriend dug himself any deeper. 

You were seething as you made your way toward the shop, the woman very obviously lowering her shirt collar in front of him. 

“Zoro!” you walked into the shop, not even glancing towards the saleswoman. 

“Hi, Y/n,” he muttered, using different grips to try out the swords, recognizing you immediately, even if just by your voice. 

“Anything good?” you asked, slightly irritated when he didn’t even turn to look at you and called you by your name instead of his usual ‘baby’. 

“No,” he replied, still toying with the weapon.

You indulged in a small smirk as you watched the expression on the girl’s face turn into one of irritation. She rolled her eyes. 

“Are you sure you didn’t want to take another look in the back?” she asked, gently putting her hand on Zoro’s- which clearly irritated him, 

“You seemed to like what I had to offer.”

She put on an infuriatingly suggestive tone for the second part of her sentence. 

Zoro held the sword he’d been looking at up, any innuendo flying entirely over his head. 

“That’s true… Yeah, I guess I’ll take another look-”

You slapped the back of his head and grabbed the sword out of his hands, throwing them onto the counter.

“What the hell-”

“We’re going back to the ship. Now.”

You turned abruptly and stormed out of the shop, not bothering to pick up the weapons you’d ‘accidentally’ knocked over on your way out. 

Zoro offered the woman an apologetic look and ran after you. 

Nami was waiting for you both outside, and when he turned to her in hopes of being given some kind of indication of what just happened, she simply said, “You should probably think twice before you flirt with a woman for half an hour in front of your girlfriend.”

Zoro’s cheeks changed colors as he started to realize what everything had probably looked like from an outside perspective.

Oh, fuck.

Zoro decided that being another ฿100,000 in debt to Nami would be worth making it up to you, and after losing his breath trying to explain the situation to you he took you shopping for the rest of the night. 

The next few days you spent docked on the island, Zoro refused to move away from your side. 

And any looks or stares he got from women- young or old, pretty or not- were returned with only the most threatening of glances. 

law

“You can do something right Traffy?” Luffy’s concern for his crewmate made your chest ache, and you desperately hoped that it wasn’t too late for something to be done.

Unexpected cannon fire from a nearby Marine battleship caught you all off-guard and resulted in Nami passing out from a collision with the walls of the ship. 

Law nodded, gently picking her up.

You felt a slightly nauseating feeling forming in your stomach but quickly pushed it away because now was definitely not the time to be feeling jealous. 

You waited with the rest of the Strawhats as he worked on stabilizing her in the doctor’s office. 

Chopper was currently passed out as well from having overexerted himself and falling overboard. 

Usopp had taken care of it and he seemed to be doing okay but there was no way he could have helped anyone in his current state. 

A tense fifteen minutes later Law walked out to inform everyone that it wasn’t as bad of a hit to the head as it had seemed and she’d be waking up in a few hours.

“I’ll still run a few tests once she’s up just to make sure.”

“Y/n-ya,” Law called you over to him, “Want to help with Nami? I could use an extra hand.”

You nodded, happy he asked you. 

You walked with him to the infirmary, and when no one was around he held your hand.

The last thing either of you really wanted was for any one of the Strawhats to know you were together. 

When you entered the room Nami was awake.

“Torao! Thanks for all this,” she gestured towards the bandages and IV. 

“No problem, Nami-ya,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed as he pulled out his stethoscope.

“Write down the info I give you.”

You nodded and started writing down all the different numbers and medical jargon he threw at you. 

He talked with Nami and made no effort to include you in the conversation.

Nami’s chest had been bandaged and you tried your best to not think about the fact that he had been the one to bandage it. 

You fought back the urge to show any irritation on your face.

Law did not want any of them to know about you two. 

You knew Nami was just friendly and probably still kind of out of it, but the sickening feeling of insecurity started to seep into your body and you were becoming increasingly impatient with how damn long this was taking.

He was more talkative than usual, and you were positive that it had to do with the absolutely gorgeous woman in front of him. 

“One forty over seventy.”

He was treating you like a secretary! 

He cracked a terrible joke to Nami and when she actually laughed at it you decided you’d had enough.

You threw the notepad at him and walked out, telling him to take his own damn notes. 

He went to find you a few hours later, and ask if you were okay.

He found you painting your nails in the Sunny’s library. 

“I’m fine, Law.”

“Mmm... Definitely not true,” he said, sitting down next to you. 

“How’s the patient.”

Oh, he thought, That’s what this is about.

“Good. Stable. She should sleep soundly through the night.”

You said nothing.

“I appreciate your help back there!”

He pressed a light kiss to your cheek.

“Mhm.”

After a while of Law trying to get you to talk to him, you relented a little bit and agreed to let him read while you finished your nails.

After an hour you had almost forgiven him entirely, deciding that you were overreacting and it didn’t matter now that Chopper would be able to take care of her. 

You had just settled yourself against his chest when he spoke.

“I have to go check on Nami-ya soon.”

“But Chopper’s able to now.”

Law smiled, “I know. She’s still my patient.”

“I get it,” you said, jealousy having won, “I’d also be eager to play nurse if I had a patient as hot as her.”

“Bingo,” he replied. 

You bit the inside of your cheek and decided not to say anything, simply getting up, batting away his hands when he tried to grab hold of you.

You stormed out, slamming the door shut and ignoring how he called out for you to come back. 

You rolled your eyes as you heard Law laughing to himself. 

Law trusted you with his life. 

He had no secrets with you and you knew everything someone could possibly know about the doctor, reclusive and quiet as he may be.

But, just now, Law decided that there would be one thing you could never know:

How much he absolutely adored seeing you jealous.  

sanji

“Would you like another drink, beautiful?”

You rolled your eyes and hastily closed your book, gathering the few things you’d brought with you to the kitchen. 

“And my gorgeous Y/n-” he paused when he turned to see you headed toward the door, “Y/n where are you going?”

You closed the door behind you, ignoring him. 

It was easy to be jealous when Sanji was your crush. He’d never failed to shamelessly compliment other beautiful women, and you were not a stranger to that terrible feeling of jealousy spreading throughout your body. 

When Luffy announced that Boa Hancock would be staying with you all for a week or so you made a mental note to spend as much time in the library as possible.

You knew what you’d signed up for when you kissed Sanji for the first time, that it was in his nature to be a lover. 

Of course, he was desperately in love with you. If you asked him for something he’d have it done before you could finish your request, and he catered to you like he was your personal butler. 

Even though you weren’t official, it was clear that there were deeper feelings brewing between the kissing and touching. 

He’d never done anything worse than complimenting a woman, and you were beyond positive that he hadn’t kissed anyone after the two of you kissed, but he was so irritatingly articulate. 

You’d feel jealousy cloud your thinking when he’d talk to a woman, using turns of phrase that Shakespeare himself couldn’t have come up with. Of course, he was never more romantic or genuine than when he was with you, but you wanted that attention entirely to yourself. 

Boa Hancock’s arrival and subsequent welcoming had played out exactly as you had expected.

Heat flooded your cheeks and face when you watched a small trickle of blood pouring from his nose, and he ran to greet her. 

You left before you could watch anything else happen and still hadn't so much as introduced yourself to her. 

Logically, you understood that it wasn’t her fault but her insufferable vanity didn’t help. 

And though she never even pretended to entertain Sanji, she clearly didn’t mind the treatment. 

Every meal revolved around her, her favorite foods, and pastries that were pink and heart-shaped. Cocktails and drinks and snacks for Boa. Everything for her. 

You weren’t even sure he had noticed you were ignoring him. 

As much as you hated to admit it, you’d decided to try some tactics of your own. Your skirts got shorter and your heels higher. 

Today you’d opted for a pair of leggings he’d mentioned liking and a sports bra that was low cut. 

It had worked, until she walked into the room. 

You couldn’t exactly blame him, despite your evident dislike for her she was undeniably gorgeous and you caught yourself staring at her more than once. Luckily, you always noticed before she did. 

As you made your way toward the library you saw Sanji through the kitchen window, not failing to notice that he was preparing a mountain of heart-shaped pastries.

What a clown, you thought. 

A sudden clanking of metal jolted you out of your own thoughts. You turned to see Zoro mid-workout, dropping weights onto the lawn, ruining the grass.

He was sweaty and the sun was helping highlight the pounds upon pounds of intricately toned and sculpted muscle that covered him. 

You stared for longer than you meant to. 

“Oi!” Zoro called out to you. 

“Hey, Zoro,” you walked over to him. 

“You okay?”

You nodded, looking up at him with a confused expression. 

“You look like shit,” he explained.

“Thanks, man.”

You asked Zoro what he was up to and he started explaining the different workouts he was doing. 

While he explained you noticed that Sanji could see the two of you from the kitchen window where he was now washing dishes. 

A cruel idea popped into your head and a devilish smile made its way onto your face. 

Sanji wasn’t your boyfriend, and based on the way he’d been acting around every different woman he saw you figured he didn’t want to be. 

If he just wanted to occasionally make out with you and throw his attention and touch at every other woman on the seas then that was fine by you. 

But two could play at that game. 

You made eye contact through the kitchen window, and smiled at him. 

Good. He was watching you.

“Hey, Zoro,” you started, “Need a sparring partner?”

#vinsmoke sanji x y/n #sanji imagine #op sanji #sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #roronoa zoro x you #zoro smut #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro roronoa #zoro #zoro headcanons #law x you #law x reader #law x y/n #law headcanon #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x reader

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group C, Round 3, Poll 1:

Propaganda under the cut

Chelle

she has an information network of spies called "kittens" so she is always informed on all matters. since the dragon she's partnered with is a giant fluffy cat, it's entirely ambiguous whether or not they are literal cats or not. she's no stranger to manipulating both strangers and family alike to make a situation more favorable for her and to keep herself out of debt to others. also she runs a near exclusive weapon trade on guns. like she is one of the only people in the world who is able to make guns. also she does the OOOOOHOHOHOHO laugh when she starts firing her minigun

"- princess and 3rd eldest scion (out of 8 children) of her kingdom, she also oversees her own realm called chanzelia that was a bum fuck backwater but she singlehandedly turned it into one of the most prosperous and technologically advanced cities in the kingdom - has a bunch of ""kittens"" (spies) that serve as her network to know any and all information. her kittens never get caught - her personality -- she's very cunning and charismatic and secretly manipulates people/situations to her own advantage -- but never out of malice really. she cares about the others around her genuinely but does so in a very roundabout and clever way. - she's a lead innovator in reviving ancient technology (which was more technologically advanced than the present) like guns. she has her own gatling gun that is pink and awesome and she used it to bail the party out of jail and it was epic she was shooting pink lasers all over the place - owns and created a giant landship called the ""gran fiore"" that can also serve as a submarine and can survive magic conditions like Divine Dark Fog That No Mortal Should Be Able To Enter"

What COULDN'T I say about Chelle? She is a princess that rules country thats situated on top of a moving landship, which is entirely because she specializes in blackmailing others to get what she wants. She has a network of spies she calls her "kittens" - because her partner, Cait Sith, is a cat-dragon - that have dug up so much information on people that she uses against them that they're known world wide. Her introduction to the story consisted of her saying she would help her brother, the protagonist, in fighting a war, and then she turned around and claimed that it was all a lie, leading them deep onto old ruins to kill them with magical robots. THEN when he WON, she turned around AGAIN and said it was all a very elaborate ruse. She does this like two entirely separate times. She is the sole dealer of Fantasy Magic Guns on the entire continent. Her main weapon is a machine gun with neon pink bullets. She's even bisexual.

She’s literally the princess of a small kingdom where she has “kittens” aka servants spread all over to gather information like a girlboss like who needs privacy

Dahlia Hawthorne

she lived. faked her own kidnapping and killed multiple people in unrelated situations. was executed. got her spirit channelled. tried to kill even more people as revenge

Girlypop has done a shit ton of manipulation, committed at least four murders (even one from the grave!) A man’s eaten glass for her, another’s knowingly drank poison. She also puts on the “Weak little girl” act to get away with it all

she is literally THE gaslight gatekeep girlbosser ever. don't wanna spoil anything but like. she is the definition of the words,

At 14, Dahlia arranged a staged kidnapping (in order to attain a Very High ransom from her wealthy father) with a guy she'd seduced, her stepsister Valerie, and her twin sister Iris (who chickened out) that purposefully landed the guy in jail for her supposed murder. Five years later, the guy broke out of jail and Dahlia framed him for the murder of Valerie (which she committed) and when this truth was exposed in court, the guy killed himself rather than break the promise they'd made to believe in each other no matter what. A few months later, she poisoned one of the attorneys involved in that case (putting him into a years-long coma instead of killing him) and got away with it by planting the evidence on a guy she just met by convincing him she'd fallen in love with him at first sight. She then guilted Iris into pretending to be her while dating the guy for the next several months, which culminated in her attempting to murder him, only to then try to frame him for the murder of one of her exes instead (which she also committed). She didn't get away with this one because superior girlboss (her cousin Mia) exposed her plot and Dahlia was executed for it a few years later, but she continued to GGG from beyond the grave. While she was still alive, Dahlia and her also-incarcerated but not on death row mother planned to murder the head of their clan (Maya, the younger sister of Mia) so that Dahlia's younger half sister (Pearl) could take Maya's place as head of their clan; Dahlia was also doing this because in the interim, Mia had been murdered by someone else, and Dahlia decided the best way to get revenge on her after her death was to kill the person she loved most. The mother and daughter schemed to write to Pearl (who was only about 9 at the time) and convinced her to channel Dahlia after her execution without telling her why (their family has the ability to channel the spirits of the dead, and they cannot remember what their bodies do during the time they're possessed) so that Dahlia could use her little sister's body to kill the head of the family, who Pearl loved very much. They also guilted Iris into working with them on this. The attempt failed because she girlbossed too close to the sun (a combination of her still-living ex, Maya, the channeled Mia, and the now-awake guy she'd poisoned) but she still GGG-ed all her life and even into her death (she also managed to get Mia & Maya's mom killed in the process and the coma guy (who Mia was in love with) convicted for it, but Maya lived so ultimately a failure). Throughout all this, she gives off an air of innocence and kindness and naivete, wearing white, high femme clothes, convincing the men inside and outside of the legal courts that she couldn't possibly do anything because she's just a sweet little girl. I fucking hate her <3 the vibes are both rancid and terrifying

#round 3 #group c #chelle #chelle dragalia #princess chelle #chelle dragalia lost #dragalia #dragalia lost #Dahlia Hawthorne #Ace Attorney #Ace Attorney spoilers

[little-yandere-ish-blog]

Yandere Werewolf Allies falling in love with a curious water nymph darling.

For those who do not know, a water nymph(Naiads) is a female water spirit. Usually living in bodies of freshwater such as fountains, streams, etc. usually more flowing freshwater bodies. They are considered minor goddesses in a way, they are related to human sort of like cousins. they can travel anywhere with water, the greeks believed water was connected so they believed these nymphs could travel wherever freshwater was present.

AMERICA

how you met: You were such a foolish girl to surface when he was around. As they say curiosity killed the cat. Alfred was amazed to see you especially when you were just seeing what he was. Surely, this must of meant something. Its not everyday the gods reward his eyes with such a beautiful sight as yourself! He visits you every single day, making conversation hoping at least his human form was good natured enough to make you feel something!

how he takes you: Eventually this isn't enough for him- he needs you with him at all times, once you notice this possessive nature of his you backed away from all advances making him angry. So he tricks you into coming with him...he puts you in a fountain. Its a small fountain... however you couldn't exactly leave, he made sure there was no other freshwater around.

Little things: He visits you everyday and he makes sure he builds his den around the fountain and makes sure he keeping an eye on you at all times, he treats you like a spouse and makes sure you're comfortable as possible, don't worry once you earn his trust he will take you to large bodies of running water and keep an eye on you. He will find ways to keep you within his sights and clutches. If you do run.....lets say it wont be real pretty.

ENGLAND

how you met: He met you because he was bathing and he ran into you. He found an interest in you when you were curious and asking him questions about who he is. He visited you every so often-he gave you gifts and brought you thing from the deep of the woods- He would tell you stories of his adventures. He fell deep in love with you, the biggest mistake you made was waiting for him everyday to tell you stories and to bring you gifts because those would be your deep debt to him and he wants something in return. (your love i mean).

how he takes you: Like Alfred he manages to trick you to go with him to this cool ass fountain. Its more of a pound he dug and built himself the only running water is when it rains and shit. there is lily pads and aquatic life but....nothing to connect you to other bodies of water- you are trapped in the little pond he made, oh and by the way he did put some water monsters in there to drag you out in case you are misbehaving- they are his personal pets in a way and you sure as hell aren’t getting out of there until you learn to love him and only him.

Little things: He still brings you gifts and new aquatic friends so you aren’t lonely, when you are bad he punishes you by drying you out and making you unable to reach water until you are near the brink of death before he puts you back in. Its a real mind fuck sometimes. He really loves you and like Alfred he wants control over you and for you to become independent on him and only him. 

FRANCE

how you met: He and you met when you were collecting shiny things in the water and resurfaced meeting a werewolf who was also interested in the shiny things. He found you shiny things in the woods and you found shiny things in the water and you two bonded over finding new and interesting things. You had brought gifts to each other every single day. You both got a sense of what the underwater world was and the over world. Francis felt this was a classic love story of 2 opposite lovers coming together.  

how he takes you: He doesn't take you but more of coaxes you to come with him and be together, he give you accommodations of whatever you please! He wants to make sure you are taken care of! He just loves and adore you so much he just wants to make sure you feel loved and cared for. Even if he took you he would call it ‘whisking you away’. No Francis you are dragging them out of the water you weirdo.

Little things: He makes the most of things. He isn’t a harsh yandere just a delusional one at that. He Tends to be day dreamy and He enjoys your company very much:)

(I don’t know the others writing these can be hard at times i know i took a long break- aaaaa ill figure it out for now this is part 1)

#hetalia #werewolves #yandere hetalia #hetalia allies #aph allies #aph america #aph england #aph russia #aph china #aph france

[txnjirou-s]

Zenitsu: So Tanjiro just asked you out and you said “sure”?

Kanao: Yeah pretty much.

Zenitsu: And he didn’t give you a present? Or- or money?

Kanao: No…

Zenitsu: ...I just don’t understand.

#zenitsu deserved better #he really dug himself into debt for a girl #only for her to run away #o u c h #but then again you don't just *do that* #i don't even ship the people here but i just thought that it fit #zenitsu agatsuma #tanjiro kamado #kanao tsuyuri #incorrect kny quotes #kny incorrect quotes #demon slayer incorrect quotes #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #source: victorious

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

you know the sexy salesman in Squid Game? the one that slapped the shit out of gi-hun.

well let's imagine he's trying to recruit you.

tw: slight coercion, distressed!reader, mention of severe debt/money problems, manipulative behavior

life sucks.

well, life has sucked for a while. how could it not when you had a drunkard for a father who kept up racking debt? but everything was supposed to change when you go to college.

except you can't. your dad just disclosed to you the severity of his debt. how loan sharks were following him, and how they would start following you too. not being to pay for college became the least of your concerns. you had a partial scholarship, and you had hoped your job earnings would cover the rest.

but the hole your father dug was just so massive. massive enough to swallow you whole.

and that's why you're here. in the train station, not really even sure why you're here. looking for a temporary escape maybe, but you can't even bring yourself to board a train.

so you sit on the cold plastic seat, tucking your knees into your body and resting your head down. you close your eyes, wishing the darkness behind your eyelids would envelop the world.

"Hello, ma'am."

A voice breaks you out of your reprieve. You have half a mind to curse at this stranger for breaking your solitude (god--wouldn't this cruel world even grant you a moment of silence?) but you're too timid for that of course.

The voice is low and deep, calm. You turn next to you and see a man with something sort of a smile on his face.

he's handsome, dimples carved deep into his cheek.

probably the most handsome man you've ever seen in your life. well-dressed too. he's wearing a grey suit that costs more than your rent. he's clearly an older man, but you can't pinpoint his age.

He repeats himself. So he is talking to you, but why? You don't answer him yet again.

He chuckles, "You're the quiet type, it seems."

"D-do you need anything?" You croak out.

The handsome stranger merely smiles, a grin growing wider: "I would like to play a game with you? Would that be alright?"

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. To be honest, you don't know what you were expecting but maybe not that. Maybe he would ask for directions but to play a game?

"A game?" You repeat in a soft voice.

His eyes darken.

"I understand your hesitation. A strange man asking a young girl to play a game? But I promise you, I mean no harm. In fact-" He takes the moment to open the suitcase he had with him, "Would it make you comfortable if I showed you what game we're going to play?"

You pick up the fact about how he already assumes your consent. Maybe it's something you should have registered as a red flag, but this handsome man with a dimpled smile and chocolatey eyes has such a soothing voice.

You look down at the suitcase. It's such a neat little setup for the red and blue envelope. But more so, there are literally stacks and stacks of cash next to the large envelopes.

"ddakji"

You don't realize you've spoken until you see the man beamed. He's so vibrant, you think he could be brighter than light itself. You've never met such a friendly businessman. Most people that looked like him scorned people like you. Kids living in bad parts of the city with drab clothing, a perpetual sullen expression on their face.

But he looked like he saw you as a person. The way he gazed at you so intensely.

"So you know the rules then?" He murmured.

You nod.

"Do you want to...make this game a little interesting?"

You cock your head to the side, confusion evident. You're a girl of so few words he thinks.

"We could make a bet."

You could hear a pin drop in the ensuing silence. "A bet." You echo. Is what all the money is for?

A girl of little words, who repeats what she hears. You're young, heartbreakingly young he thinks.

And pretty.

Really pretty. Pretty in the most vulnerable of ways. Did you know that you were a magnet of danger? It's poetry and tragedy in equal parts, that someone as shy and innocent as you is tangled up in atrocities. A lamb to the slaughter.

He licks his lips.

"What kind of bet?"

Your voice is shaky, demure around the edges but he can hear the interest leak through. Because at the end of the day, no matter how innocent and pretty you are, you have the same thing in common as the rest of the poor trash right?

"If you win, I'll give you ₩100,00."

Your eyes widen. He's got you where he wants you.

Biting your lips you ask, "What if I lose?"

He winks, "We can figure that out later. Why don't we play a few rounds?"

You stay glued to your seat, and the grin on his mouth starts to lose its elasticity. But he's a patient man. Usually, people would be jumping out of their seats for even the mere mention of winning any money. They wouldn't even yet ask what would happen if they lost. That's how greedy they are.

"Who" You gulp, and he's impressed you can even meet his eyes when you ask, "Who are you?"

"Does that really matter?"

Again it's an answer you don't really expect but one you can't fault him for.

“What color do you want to play as?” He changes the conversation swiftly.

You look between the two envelopes, sandwiched between his slender fingers, taking a deep breath before answering: “Red.”

He smiles and gets up. He’s tall.

You never stood a chance, did you? He winds his arm up and delivers a powerful blow, turning your red envelope over with his blue. You’ve lost the game.

You don’t know why you feel pinpricks of unease.

“What now?” You ask, concern seeping into doe eyes. He wants to laugh so hard but he can’t.

“Usually, I slap the loser. That's the penalty.”

You tilt your head again. A habit so endearing he wants to sink his teeth into you.

“…A slap? Oh..” You look like you’re pondering this, deep in thought. He doesn’t say anything, wanting to see how you’d react.

You take a step forward and in an action he doesn’t expect, tug the fat of your left cheek, “Um…you can slap this side.”

He laughs. He doesn’t mean to but you’re so earnest it breaks him. There’s no outrage on your part, no shock or surprise. You’ll genuinely take whatever he gives.

“I can’t hit a pretty girl.”

You blink. Your cheeks are warm and you don’t know if you should accept the compliment or ignore it, “…I have nothing to give you.”

Why would he call you pretty? He must be lying, this strange charming businessman who had a voice like honey and a demeanor like a prince.

“How about this.” When he smiles with teeth, you’re sure the pearly whites are so brilliant it could blind you, “Every time you lose, I get a kiss.”

“Huh?”

You’re bewildered beyond belief, not even registering the words. This time, he doesn’t wait. He steps over to you and kisses the cheek you offered. His touch is featherlight and instant; as soon as it appeared, it was gone.

You nearly stumble back in shock and his strong grip on your arm keeps you in place. He’s even touching you—the hoodie you’ve worn for days. Kissed the cheek that you offered for him to abuse

“Does that sound like a fair deal?”

you nod before you could even realize that you were nodding.

a series of games ensue. his cologne is mouth-wateringly delicious. you lose at every turn and he kisses every spot on your face but your lips. the bridge of your nose, the spot between your eyes. And when he kisses the corner of your lips, you nearly let out a shudder.

“I’m starting to think you’re losing on purpose.” He teases.

Maybe you are. Maybe you aren’t. Maybe you’re still in shock.

“I’ll-ill try harder.”

Because 100,000 won was on the line. That’s enough for a warm dinner tonight. And tomorrow night. And the night after that. And the night after that.

Your hits are weak, nothing matched compared to his. You’re grateful he isn’t slapping you. That would hurt tremendously. But when you look at his strong pretty hands…maybe those pair of hands could do whatever they wanted and you’d have no reason but to oblige.

He snaps you out of your daydream with a snap of his fingers. He wears a smirk like he knows the dirty thoughts you’re thinking. Maybe you should be upset at yourself for these thoughts, for even letting a strange man kiss you. But god, you’re touch starved beyond oblivion. Affection deprived.

he kisses your lips this time, soft and sweet. and you think he’s going to pull back because that’s what he always did, but you don’t anticipate teeth sinking into your lips. Don’t anticipate his tongue forcing their entry into your mouth, licking teeth, and sucking on your lips and tongue. You can smell him fully now, and the scent nearly gives you a head rush. Or maybe it was because you couldn’t breathe from how deeply he was kissing you.

When he finally pulls back, a gossamer thread connects your mouths.

“I-why, what- why”. You’re a jumbled-up mess. Did you enjoy that? But it was so violent. So unlike the sweetness of before. But those kisses before weren’t a punishment the way this one was. This one drew blood. This one drew pain.

Maybe it’s the pain coursing through your freshly bitten lips that helps your aim this time. Because this time you’re able to flip the card. This time you win.

You’re basking in your first victory, not realizing that you had a goal to fulfill until the handsome man pressed bills into your hands.

“Congratulations.” He smiles his fox smile.

The card burns in his pocket. He’s debating. There are choices to be made. There are other people on the list. But you were handpicked. You’d be a perfect player.

But.

He stares at your unblinking happiness at receiving the money. You throw your arms around him and smile and laugh and it’s such a pretty sound, he can’t help but wonder what you’ll look like when you cry.

He’s sure you’d cry plenty at the games. The games would eat you alive, wouldn’t they? Maybe you had a brain on you. Maybe you could keep your wits about you. But when he’s observing you like this, so happy and vulnerable, he can’t help but think you were the type of girl that was made to be taken advantage of.

He’s been loyal for a long time. He’s been a good employee for a longer time. He deserves his rewards.

“I-wow, thank you so much. Thank you so much.” You’re so happy you kiss his lips, stepping on your tippy-toes.

At that moment, he’s made his decision.

Maybe he could keep you. Maybe you’d make a good toy. A morale booster for the team.

#squid game #squid game fanfic #gong yoo #gong yoo x reader #tw dark themes #tw manipulation #tw coercion #salesman x reader #squid game x reader #squid game x you

[tiesthatbind-tf]

A lad finally gets some of that coveted spotlight!

Benjamin Bane (just Ben or Benji, thanks) may be the youngest of the active Autobot team as their sprightly scout who’s got a chip on his shoulder he wants to hurl into the next Functionist or Decepticon picking on him for his size, and who’s been through quite a bit despite his age, if the burn on his left arm, the slide bite on his right hand  and the multitude of old cigarette burns he’s reluctant to explain are anything to go by.

When not on the field, he’s an avid dancer (with a love for ballet, something he could only pursue in secret until recently, and something which forms the core of his offensive style) and a good enough artist that he, alongside Mirage, are the two assigned to decorate armor for the team.

His smiley, chirpy facade hides quite a couple of issues, including PSTD and self-esteem issues, anxiety attacks, and an urge to please those he trusts even if it comes at his detriment.

More to his story below. (TW for child abuse)

Benjamin Bane (Bumblebee) would be hard-pressed to come up with a single good memory concerning his biological family during his childhood, and not for the lack of trying.

Born to an upper middle-class family in New York comprising a bullish, hot-tempered police sergeant father and a housewife mother, he grew up in the shadow of the son his father, who came from a family of law enforcers, wanted him to be in order to carry on the family legacy.

That he was a gentle, bubbly, sensitive child who loved following his mother around in the kitchen and spending his free time drawing did not bode well for the image his father wished to portray, and it didn’t take long for the discipline intended to mold him into a ‘man’ to become horrifically physical when he was barely five.

His mother, already used to his old man’s temper and quick hand, would often step in to take the punishment meant for him whenever he did something undesirable, though she couldn’t save Ben from the man’s wrath completely, and by the time he was nine, he was never seen without a hoodie in school and had perfected every excuse he’d been told to repeat when asked why he could not take it off or why he would come in on some days with a split lip.

He was small for his size, quiet, and took great pains not to be noticed, which had the opposite effect of making him the target of every other larger child looking to blow off steam, and he became good at running.

Really good.

There was no running from home however, home where the walls were insulated so neighbours wouldn’t hear what was happening within, and while some days would be better than others, there wasn’t a moment that he didn’t break into a cold sweat whenever he heard his father’s footsteps approaching his room.

With his mother unable to bear more children due to an illness, his father furiously continued with the campaign (sometimes the carrot was used  though mostly it was the stick) to mold him into the son the man wanted, so he could make the cut during the streaming process prior to high school where students would be sorted into their future occupational classes.

What support he might have had from his mother in his young years also evaporated, as she pushed him to be the son his father needed him to be to keep the peace, putting the weight of the household’s sanctity on his slight  shoulders.

He was forced into marksmanship lessons (where his first attempt to fire a gun went awry and left him with a deep slide bite wound), multiple self-defence classes to toughen him up (helpful for bullies whenever they didn’t come in packs), and a series of workouts to encourage a growth spurt so he could catch up to other potential cadet  candidates.

The little sliver of hope that he would be good enough to make the junior police  cadets went up in smoke when he was assigned to the manual class instead, owing to his size and his visceral aversion to handling firearms.

Branded as worthless and only good for paying off the ‘debt’ accumulated from the classes his father had earlier forced him into, Ben entered high school with his self-esteem scrapping at topsoil and digging deeper, and had it not been for a chance encounter with another boy who was evading a group of military-classed students intending to instil a lesson about talking back to those higher in the hierarchy, it might have dug itself into a grave.

The boy, who introduced himself as Guillermo ‘Memo’ Gutierrez after Ben dutifully sent the bullies scattering, was also assigned to the manual class and both of them  decided to stick together for safety in numbers.

Ben had ruefully accepted his lot in life after years of being broken and beaten down. Memo, however, had a loving and supportive family; this kept the spark of his defiance to the system alive and he kindled it in Ben’s by giving his friend a safe space to escape to whenever the situation at Ben’s home became too intense.

Among Memo and Memo’s family was the first time where Ben opened up about his interests, could speak freely and found acceptance for what he liked and who he was.

The desire to reclaim the things he loved pushed him to seek out part-time work, which he eventually found after befriending a girl, Charlie Watson, who had helped put an end to the harassment he and Memo endured at school by playing the hierarchy to their favour and wielding her Navy ‘prime-pick’ status.

That she actually wanted nothing to do with the class she was pushed into (Navy) and wished to pursue a career in automotives despite parental objections was something that she and Ben bonded over, and she brought him to the scrapyard her uncle ran where he found work sorting out car parts and helping perform repairs.

He began to pursue art and dance in secret with part of his pay (keeping his sketchbooks and supplies at Memo’s place and taking dance lessons under the guise of after-class study sessions), while saving up the rest and planning for the day he would eventually break free of his father, ‘debt’ or no ‘debt’.

During this time, he subtly packed away important items and was careful not to anger his old man more than his mere presence already did on a good day——something which would become increasingly hard when the Clampdown began.

He would hear his father rant over the dinner table about how ungrateful the protesters who were made up mostly of the Manual Class were, how they weren’t worth the safety net they were demanding for the job they were doing, how they needed to know their place.

He would hear, as time went by, about how his father would beat the ones who were arrested, and more than once, how he would be killed if he, as the man’s son, ever did something as stupid and insolent as that.

He bit his tongue through all this and reluctantly refused Memo’s offer to join a peaceful protest for better wages and workplace compensation.

The protest turned violent after police assaulted those taking part however, and as he watched the news hoping to see if Memo was alright, he saw his friend among those who were tossed into the dreaded black vans to be brought over to stations for interrogation.

His father, fielding a call from a colleague about the batch of protesters being brought in, told them to separate the adults from the teenagers, who would be easier to break, and it was at this point Ben’s spark turned into a bonfire.

As his father got dressed for work, he crept into the man’s study and managed to figure out the combination to the safe where the man’s gun was kept, retrieving it and aiming it at the police sergeant who came in and demanded for him to stand down.

Ben, in turn, demanded for his father to call the station and have Memo released, and when his father laughed at his audacity, mocked the way his hands shook while he was holding the gun and threatened to beat him senseless once this was all over, he shot the man close enough to the head to clip an ear to prove a point, before repeating his demand again.

This time, his father complied and called the station to order for Memo’s release; Ben’s relief however was all the momentary lapse of guard that his father needed to rush in and attempt to wrest the gun back, and in the struggle, he accidentally shot his father in the knee.

Under the hail of threats on how he was going to die once his father got hands on him, Ben flung the gun where the man could not reach, grabbed one of the bags he had secretly packed and ran out of the house to the screams of his mother.

He called Charlie and explained the situation to her, as both of them made their way to the station where his father worked to pick up Memo, who was confused about the state of affairs.

At 18 years, Ben was now a fugitive who could no longer go home; Memo brought him to the manual class district where Ben could hide among allies, and it was here that he spent a few months in hiding, disguised as a manual worker.

However, still fully terrified at the thought of his father eventually hunting him down within the confines of the city, he made plans to leave and head to the West Coast, far away from any chance that he would meet his old man by accident on the streets.

To his surprise,  Charlie and Memo elected to join him in the move, and the three of them left together on a  Greyhound bus; Him to escape his father, Charlie to escape her future with a military complex which her father died for and Memo to protect his family after he was named a person of interest in the protest.

However, they were forced to stop in Texas when police were inspecting passing buses for runaway Cold Constructs. Here, they met Ian Hart (Ironhide), a rancher secretly helping Cold  Constructs escape ownership by crossing over into Mexico to start new lives.

Ian, seeing how they ran from the bus, assumed they were young Cold Constructs and immediately took them in and offered them shelter; when they explained their situation, he kept his offer, letting them stay until they had their plans sorted out and paying them for work done on his ranch in the meantime.

All three of them grew fond of him and spent a month working on his ranch, helping out equally between his longhorn cattle and the Cold Constructs who would come in scared, starving, and seeking refuge from bounty hunters looking to bring them back to the establishments they were assigned to.

Someone however, had gotten wind of Ian’s clandestine operation, and the man was arrested during a midnight raid, though not before he flung Ben, Charlie and Memo into a secret basement with three Cold Constructs who he told them to help cross the border the next day.

They did as they were told, but decided to return to the ranch to figure out how to help Ian, and when they came back there, it was to come face to face with two strangers who were also seeking Ian after seeing him on the news.

These strangers introduced themselves as Omar Parvez (Optimus Prime), Jace Zayden (Jazz) and Preston Wan (Prowl), members of a rebellion that had sprung up in the UK, and upon hearing that they had been with Ian for the past month, requested for their help in tracking the man down to save him from a terrible fate at the hands of government interrogators.

Realising that they were now caught up in something bigger than they ever imagined, Ben nonetheless accepted the request, unwilling to stand back and do nothing while a good man suffered.

Youth, size and a lifetime of abuse would not be an obstacle to him helping someone else, especially with his best friends  by his side.

#Maccadam #Humanformers #Bumblebee #Optimus Prime #charlie watson #memo gutierrez #Character Art #tw: abuse #tw: child abuse #tw: gun mention

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Omertà👄18

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rap, fingering, blow job, blood, violence, death, some elements may be untagged.

This is dark!Bucky and dark! Loki and explicit (with sides of dark!Steve and dark!Thor). Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father was a bookie and taught you everything you know about numbers. After his death, you were taken on as a bookkeeper for Loki Laufeyson, resident crime boss in Manhattan. But can you keep your place in the background when a man from Brooklyn threatens to drag you to the forefront?

Note: Did I write another ending? You’re damn right. Enjoy another finale as I try to decide what I’m doing next because I dunno...

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The red dress slid up on your thigh as you crossed your legs. You tapped your bottom lip with your fingertips. The radio buzzed with some British punk group you’d never heard of as Thor gripped the wheel and reclined. You sensed his quick peek over at you and looked back from the corner of your eye.

You were anxious even if you were confident. You had no idea what Bucky had planned but you knew that this trip wouldn’t go as smooth as expected. You sighed and leaned back as you dropped your arm and uncrossed your legs. You had to get Thor off-guard, it was simple enough to distract him.

You let your hand trail along your thigh and took a deep breath so your chest rose. Your hem slipped up even further and you closed your eyes. He hummed and you tried not to grin. You knew he was fighting to watch the road and not you. The moment you appeared in the short red number and matching lipstick, he was on the hook.

“Long ride,” he said coyly, “it’ll be nice to get away, eh?”

“From those two? Any day,” you answered as you opened your eyes, “I’ve just been so…” you let your fingers dangle down between your thighs and quickly retracted it as if it wasn’t at all deliberate, “tense.”

“My brother can be a handful and that American,” he said, “I can see how you’d be so worked up.”

You squirmed and pushed your knees further apart. His hand suddenly clapped down on your thigh and he squeezed. He glanced in the rearview and you bit your lip. You rested your hand on his and felt his fingers go rigid. 

“Loki--

“He doesn’t know about before, he won’t know now,” Thor growled as he kneaded your leg.

“I don’t know…” you let your voice trail off, “he’s already so mad at me--”

“I won’t say a word,” he purred.

You swallowed and watched your own fingers. You had to do it. It would dull his defenses. You urged his hand up your skirt and pushed your pelvis forward on the seat. He barely kept the car steady as he felt your bare cunt.

“Oh, honey, you want it badly, don’t you?” he pushed between your folds without hesitation, “no panties…”

“Habit. Your brother demands it,” you rasped as he rubbed your clit. You couldn’t help but quiver.

He was quiet as he kept his fingers moving and listened to your shuddering breaths. You played them up with moans and groans as you arch your back and gripped the door.

“If you prefer me, I could…” his fingertips slickened as they explored further and he prodded along your entrance, “I could take you away. You’ll be far enough before he even knows.”

“Oh…” you gasped, “but… why would you… do that?”

“Look at you, honey,” he taunted, “that cunt--” he shoved a finger into you as he leaned awkwardly over the space between your seats, straining to keep his gaze on the road, “I can’t even fault my brother for his distraction.”

“God,” you squeezed his hand between your thighs as he pushed another finger into you.

It became less of an act as you latched onto his wrist and rocked your hips. His thick digits filled you and curled as the tide rolled through you. You were close to cumming, all the better as he had to buy into your desperation.

“You’ll really take me away?” you whined, “really? I have no other way out but-- you.”

“If you fuck me like you fuck my hand, I’ll keep you forever, honey,” he snarled.

You exclaimed and covered his hand with yours as you tilted against him hungrily. You dug your heels into the floor and lifted your pelvis slightly as you came against his palm. He snickered at your delight and let you ride his hand until you finished.

You fell back limp and he reluctantly removed his hand from your cunt. He reached blindly up and pressed his fingers against your lips. You braced yourself and took in his fingers and sucked your taste off of them. He drew away and sat back in his seat as he rubbed the front of his pants.

“Did you mean it?” you asked as you felt between your legs.

“Fuck my brother. We’ll leave right now,” he said, “I always did like his toys better.”

“We should stop by the shop,” you murmured, “I know where he keeps his stash.”

“His stash?”

“You could have everything that’s his,” you whispered, “everything.”

He considered the suggestion and exhaled. His squinted through the windshield and groaned.

“When we get to the shop, I want you on that desk,” he said as he continued to play with himself, “can’t wait to fuck you in that little dress.”

“I can’t either,” you reached to his lap and he caught your hand.

“No,” he said, “I want to see it all.”

You retracted your arm and pouted. You hugged yourself and shivered dramatically. He glanced over at you again.

“That day in the office, I haven’t stopped thinking of it,” he said, “I can see you’ve suffered just as much as me.”

Your smirk was interrupted by the sudden veering of the car at the impact of another. You cried out as the rubber screeched over the road. The car skidded over the lanes and turned horizontal with the rest of traffic. Another bump on the tail and you were rolling. The airbag deployed and blinded you as the glass and metal crunched past the railing and into the ditch.

You panted in shock as the vehicle stilled at last and you felt along your face and body. There was blood dripping from your hairline and some aches in your neck and back, but you could move and you were alive. You put your palm against the roof and unbuckled the belt and kept from falling on your head. The welts of the restraints burned at your chest and waist.

You squatted and looked over at Thor. He hung from his seat but there was much more blood on him and his blond hair was stained with it. You crawled out through the window and fell into the dirt.

You heard footsteps as they carefully descended the incline and you looked up as a silhouette neared and came clearer. Steve approached the other side of the car and bent to look in the driver side. You heard his voice as he poked the unconscious man inside and he stood again.

“Get up,” he demanded as he came to you, “no time to waste.”

“What?” you let him pull you to your feet, “you were supposed to be at the shop--”

“We’ll get there,” he dragged you up to the rail and stepped over.

You struggled to get over the metal barrier yourself and he nearly had you off your feet as he thrust you towards his waiting car. He opened the passenger door and pointed you inside. You dropped into the seat and touched your sore neck. He closed the door and rounded to his side.

“What’s going on? Bucky said--”

“Bucky wants to make sure you’re not fucking with him,” Steve interrupted and his eyes fell to your skirt. You barely realised how high it was as you were still spinning from the crash.

“You could’ve killed me--”

“You’re a smart girl. You had your seatbelt on,” he said as he bent between the seats and fixed your dress, his fingers lingering on the fabric, “we’ve got a whole day… we get the money and have some fun while Bucky takes care of that other moron.”

“Money?” you asked.

“You’re his little bookkeeper, I’m sure you have the combination to that safe he keeps nestled in the back of the shithole,” he turned the engine and pulled out from the gravel, “a healthy price for your… defection.”

“Fine,” you said coolly, “I’ll help you get it. But what about Lopez?”

“I’ll take care of that fat fuck but that’s another debt,” he replied.

You were quiet as you rubbed your shoulder and tried to clear your head. You were slightly dizzy but fought through it as you tried to redirect your plot. There was still a way out of this. You just had to deal with this idiot instead.

“That day in the club… Fucking Buck, he can be so selfish but I think I’ve waited long enough,” he hissed, “you don’t even know what you haven’t had, sweetheart.”

You looked at him and he met your eyes briefly. You fought not to show your disgust and just batted your lashes.

“Do we have to wait?” you asked as you shook off the cobwebs.

“Hmm--” his voice caught in his throat as you stretched between your seats and touched the front of his pants, “oh.”

He squeezed the steering wheel as you leaned over and rubbed his crotch until you felt it harden. “We’re not far,” you said and held in a grunt as a pang stabbed your neck, it wasn’t as intense as before, “but we have time.”

“Sweet--”

“This is what you wanted… Bucky won’t like it--”

“He won’t know,” Steve interjected, “shit, I can’t--”

You unzipped his pants and he went silent. You slipped your hand down his boxers and pulled out his dick. You stroked him as the noise of the traffic flowed around the car. You held him firmly and moved your hand. It would end soon enough.

He groaned and tensed as you worked him steadily. You’d learned to read men, to use them. They did the same to you but they taught you just as much. The only way out was their own tricks. As you sensed him nearing his release, you placed your lips around his tip and swirled your tongue.

He gasped and his foot pushed down the pedal. You moaned around him and moved your hand faster and faster. It sickened you but you had to commit. You couldn’t let him see through the cracks.

He came in a hot spurt and you struggled to swallow it down without gagging. You sank until he poked at your throat and drank him in. His legs shook and he swore as you lapped up the last of his cum and pulled off of him with a pop.

You sat up, dizzier than before and wiped your lips. He shifted in his seat and brought one hand away from the wheel to zip himself back up. He sniffed and rolled his shoulders.

“That was fuckin’ good,” he said, “I see why Bucky didn’t give up.”

“You know what he’ll do if he finds out,” you said sharply.

“Oh, you can keep me quiet, sweetie,” he said with a crooked grin, “just like that.”

You closed your eyes and collected yourself as he took the ramp and you readied yourself for what came next. You didn’t know if you could do it, if it would work at all. You’d come this far though and couldn’t turn back. If you failed, with all that happened, it would only be worse than before. So you couldn’t.

You watched the streets of New York and as you got closer to the antique shop, you had to keep your hands from shaking. The adrenaline buzzed inside of you. Your mouth was dry and your limbs felt numb. You peered over at Steve as he pulled up to the curb and he looked over at the façade.

“Stay behind me,” he winked as he reached to his belt and unholstered his gun, “I got Lopez. You head for the safe.”

He got out and you did the same. You circled the car as he headed for the front door with his gun low against his thigh. He grabbed the handle and pulled. He raised his hand before he entered and you stayed back as the gunshot echoed from inside. You felt a twinge in your chest; you liked Lopez but he was one of them.

You followed and let the door fall closed behind you. Steve laughed to himself and nodded you ahead of him. You went silent, past the chipped statue and that old grandfather clock.

The office was stolid and still. It brought back a sense of nostalgia and yet felt like a prison. Steve entered behind you as he tucked his gun away.

“Better hurry,” he muttered, “too bad I made so much noise or we could stick around… maybe you could finish what you started.”

“We’ll go somewhere else,” you shrugged as you looked around and went behind Loki’s desk. 

You pulled out the drawers and pretended to search. Really you were wasting time, trying to put Steve off alert. He watched and crossed his arms.

“What are you doing?” he grumbled.

“Just making sure we’re not missing anything,” you slid shut the drawer, “whatever, nothing there.”

You went to the cabinet and rolled over your office chair. Steve sat in Loki’s cushioned leather seat and leaned back as you opened the cabinet and bent behind the door and began to wind the numbers. He put his feet up and tossed around a glass orb that usually sat on Loki’s desk.

You turned the handle and the loud metal clank filled the office. You reached inside and pulled out a money bag and loaded it up with the stacks of bills within. You zipped it up and tossed it over the door and it landed on the desk heavily.

Steve sat up as he smiled at the thick pouch. You shoved your arm back in the safe and pulled out the gun on the higher shelf, stowed with the priceless Victorian pocket watch and a pair of diamond cufflinks. 

You stood as Steve took the bag  and sat straight. His face paled with surprise as you pulled the trigger and the bullet opened his chest. The chair wobbled under him as he dropped the money and gave a brittle croak. 

His hand went to the wound across his front and you kicked shut the safe. You swept around and bent to pick up the money bag. Steve trembled as the blood pulsed from him and the chair creaked.

“Pity,” you said with a smile, “looks like you did miss something.”

You angled the gun and admired it as you hugged the cloth pouch under your arm. You shrugged and left him to his death thralls. You went out into the front room and stopped at the rack of gauche vintage coats. You pulled one on and hid the gun in the inner pocket as you secreted the money in the sleeve.

You exited and stepped out onto the sidewalk. You blotted away the dried blood along your forehead as your heels clicked and you blended into the steady New York foot traffic. You were done running from behind. You would be out of the city before anyone thought to look for you and with the bulk of Loki’s savings you would always be a step ahead.

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[lostinthewiind]

Brave Heart: Chapter Thirty-Four

Attack on Titan

Rating: Mature

Warnings: sexual themes, death, gore, mature themes, extreme violence, body horror, blood, weapons, major character death, age-gap relationship

Ever since Sadies had shared his story, detailing the events of his time in the Survey Corps and when he knew Grisha and Carla, Eren's parents, a similar, circulating thought had taken root in both Eren's and Vera's heads. If Grisha had come from outside the walls, as Sadies had suspected, that meant that the possibility of Vera's mother having done so as well had increased significantly.

Previously, the thought of anyone living outside the walls seemed completely preposterous; especially considering it was hard enough for mankind to venture past the walls for simple reconnaissance missions, let alone surviving out there full time. This new discovery that people could—and as far as they knew, already had—come from beyond the world that the people inside the walls knew of, was both an exciting and terrifying concept for humanity.

On one hand, there was more to the world than the three towering walls they had cowered behind their whole lives. On the other, what lay beyond was a complete and utter mystery, and thus far, history had proved that the unknown was more often than not dangerous.

"Hey, Earth to Vera." Armin's waving hand pulled Vera from her thoughts. "We're supposed to be celebrating tonight. Why do you look so serious?"

Vera just shrugged. With the Scout Regiment heading out in two days to attempt to reclaim wall Maria and finally find out what was hiding in the cellar of Eren's childhood home, spirits were high; especially since a special dinner for the soldiers had been announced.

"I'm sorry." Vera forced a smile and tried to forget about the recurring questions about her mother that relentlessly gnawed away at her. "Just a lot of stuff going on, you know?"

"Yeah." Armin nodded. "I know."

Vera hadn't told anyone about the new information Hange had dug up about her parents yet. For one thing, when she had first found out, they were in the middle of rescuing Eren and Historia and the time just wasn't right. Now, however, the more she thought about confiding in someone other than Levi or Hange, the more she realized that, in the grand scheme of things, it didn't quite matter when compared to the actual problems humanity was currently facing.

Sure, everyone knew about Vera's mother probably still being alive somewhere and that she probably aligned herself with the same people that Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie did; and really, that was all they needed to know. The rest—about her father going into debt trying to protect her from her own mother—was nothing but background noise. It didn't matter. It wasn't important.

"This may be a special night but we don't need the public knowing our plans, so behave like the disciplined soldiers you are!" the Scout officer announced as trays of meat were placed in the center of the many tables in the mess hall, along with other dishes as well.

As soon as the main course had been revealed, all eyes were on the rarity before them. "What?" Connie gawked at the chunk of meat in front of himself. "No way. Is that? It is. It's meat."

"Am I dreaming?" Sasha looked like she was about to break down into happy sobs.

"All right, here's to the retaking of wall Maria!" The officer rose his cup high into the air. "A toast!"

Within seconds, the entire mess hall had devolved into pure chaos. Everyone lunged for the meat first, fighting others off to get the biggest piece before slinking away to protect what was theirs like a pack of stray dogs.

Sasha, without wasting a single breath, grabbed the entire roast and began chewing on it like a rabid dog. "What do you think you're doing, Potato Girl?! No way are we gonna let you pull this shit!" Jean snapped as Connie grabbed her from behind and tried to choke her out, knowing full well that it would be the only effective way of stopping her from devouring the whole thing.

"Drop the meat, Sasha!" Connie begged. "Come on! I really don't want to have to kill you!"

"You can't eat the whole thing alone, you pig!" Jean grabbed the meat and forcibly pulled it out from between Sasha's teeth. Furious, Sasha lunged and bit down on Jean's hand instead, causing him to drop the meat and scream out in pain. "You're eating me! My hand! My hand!"

Connie's hold around Sasha's neck tightened. "Sasha, that meat is Jean! We don't eat our friends, okay?!"

"What? Does the Scout Regiment never get any meat?" Marlo asked as he happily bit into the small slices of meat he had gathered onto his plate. "That's just sad."

Limbs seemingly moving on their own now, Sasha punched Marlo square in the face, giving him a gushing nose bleed.

"Connie, would you just knock her out already?" Mikasa requested.

"I'm trying!" Connie yelped. "It's like her mind shut down but she's still moving somehow!"

Growing fed up with the yelling and mayhem, Vera stood up, pushed Connie out of the way, and wrapped her arms around Sasha's neck. "I've got her," she huffed as she squeezed as tight as she could, and as soon as Sasha's flailing body relaxed in her arms, she let go. "Now help me tie her up before she wakes up again."

Within minutes, the group had tied Sasha to a nearby support beam and gagged her. Her slumped body and hanging head made her look like a hostage to anyone who didn't understand the context, but those who knew Sasha knew that the ropes binding her to the beam were for her own good.

"Geez, can you believe this freak?" Connie chuckled. "It's crazy to think that she once offered to share meat with everybody."

Vera laughed as well when she recalled the incident. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that."

"What?" Eren quirked a confused brow. "She did?"

"Yeah, four months ago," Connie said. "When we were servicing the cannons."

Vera nodded. "Then the Colossal Titan attacked . . . or, should I say, Bertholdt attacked."

"It's hard to believe that it's only been four months," Eren commented, his mind elsewhere as he spoke.

"Yeah, it's kinda crazy," Connie agreed. "But think, that's all it took for us to make Levi Squad. How's that for climbing the ranks?"

Eren chuckled and patted Connie on the head. "It's all because you're a genius."

"Damn straight, I am!" Connie responded with a friendly punch.

As the trio turned to rejoin the table and finish their meals before it got cold, the faint mumblings of Sasha could be heard in the background as she regained consciousness and realized she had been restrained. For the safety of everyone, however, a portion of meat would be saved and Sasha would be untied only once everyone else had gotten a chance to eat.

By the time Vera sat back down, Jean was in the middle of lecturing Marlo once again.

"Don't you get it? You've got no experience." Jean rolled his eyes as if just being in the presence of Marlo was beneath him. "That's why you're in the rear guard, rookie."

"I may be less knowledgeable than the rest of you, but isn't the vanguard the best place to learn how the enemy moves?" Marlo replied. No matter how many times Jean pushed his buttons, he always remained calm and collected.

Jean tilted his head. "What's this? You think that you can lecture a veteran about self-sacrifice?"

"Isn't that what makes us effective? Being willing to put ourselves in harm's way?"

"Jean loves putting himself in harm's way," Vera interjected, jabbing her fork in Jean's direction for emphasis. "He once dragged my unconscious body to safety before slapping me awake and then running off into the streets with faulty ODM gear and almost getting himself killed."

Marlo couldn't help but snicker.

"Hey, you're leaving out a lot of very important details!" Jean shot back, his brows furrowed. "That's not how it happened at all!"

Vera looked to Marlo and shrugged. "That's pretty much how it happened."

"Listen, everyone starts out as a recruit, okay?" Jean turned back to Marlo and continued his earlier rant. "If we throw recruits into battle like cannon fodder, then they'll all be too dead to learn. And that's why, for now, it's your job to watch and learn from the rear so you can make it back in one piece." Jean side-eyed Eren. "The ones who really suck are the suicidal maniacs who think the only way to fight is to charge in blind, right?"

"Oh, God." Vera took a long sip of her drink. "Here we go again."

Eren's gaze met Jean's and he scowled. "Are you talking about somebody in particular?"

Realizing what was about to happen—just like the days back at training camp—Jean smirked. "Yeah, I'm looking right at him. Suicidal maniac."

Armin, who was sitting between the two bickering boys, shrunk low into his seat, his eyes pleading across the table for Vera to rescue him before he got caught in the crossfire.

"You see, the funny thing is that I recently discovered that I'm actually a pretty normal person," Eren said. "So, hey, if that's how you really see me, then maybe you're just a coward, Jean. Right?"

"You think you're so cool, don't you, you piece of shit?" Jean sneered as both he and Eren jumped up from their seats at the same time and grabbed each other by the collar.

"That's a pretty shaggy-looking mane you're growing there, horse face!"

As the two boys started beating the shit out of one another, those who were used to these sort of antics from them watched calmly from the sidelines, waiting for them to tire themselves out.

"Don't kill each other," Connie warned flatly, his expression one of complete disinterest.

Punch after punch, some of the other Scouts started cheering the duo on and betting on which one would be the last one standing.

"But seriously," Jean gasped after Eren punched him hard in the stomach. "If you didn't have Titan powers, you'd be dead ten times over. Although I guess Mikasa would have swooped in every time to save your worthless ass. You so eager to die? Fine then, I'll kill you!"

With that, Jean threw yet another punch at Eren, followed by Eren quickly retaliating.

"Should we let them keep going?" Armin questioned.

Mikasa smiled and nodded. "I think it's fine."

Eventually, after about another ten or so minutes of Eren and Jean going back and forth and no one stepping in to end the fight, the two began to tire out quickly. By then, the bystanders were really just waiting to see who would drop first.

"Hey." Levi strolled in from out of nowhere and put a swift end to the brawl by kicking each one of the participants hard enough to knock them to the ground. "That's enough celebrating. Go to bed." He looked over to see Jean puking up his dinner. "And clean that up."

"Yes, Sir!" The room full of Scouts chorused and began to scatter like rodents.

Heading out into the night after being in a mess hall filled to the brim with people for the past couple of hours was both a literal and figurative breath of fresh air for Vera.

Not quite ready to call it a night quite yet, considering the following day would fly by with prep for the mission and then, before she knew it, she would be going beyond the safety of the walls once again, Vera decided to take some time to enjoy the silence and cool evening breeze.

Settling herself between a couple of buildings and perching atop a discarded barrel, Vera drew in a deep breath and attempted to clear her mind. However, the silence she had been craving only lasted for so long before it was broken.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but shouldn't you guys watch out for me more?" Eren groaned as he, Armin, and Mikasa walked down the main street.

Armin, who had Eren's arm slung over his shoulders and was helping him walk, huffed. "Considering how quickly you heal, I wasn't especially worried about it."

Coming to a flight of stairs a little farther up, past where Vera was sitting in the shadows, the trio took a seat. "Some friends you are," Eren grunted as he lowered himself down onto the step.

"Look, you started it, so don't complain," Mikasa told him.

"Plus, it's good to see you feisty again," Armin added.

Watching the three, who were backlit by a flaming torch secured to the stone wall next to them, Vera wondered what it would have been like if she had grown up with a friend group like Eren, Armin, and Mikasa had. Sure, everyone in the squad was technically her friend now, but it wasn't like what these three had.

"I'm glad we met with the commandant," Eren said. "I think it helped. I don't know about being feisty, but I'll do what I have to. And, honestly, I feel better. I just kept thinking about all the stuff I couldn't change. I spent so much time pitying myself, wondering why I couldn't be strong like Mikasa and Levi. I was jealous. But even though you guys are strong, you can't do all that much alone. None of us can. That's why we have to find our own roles. When we join together, that's when we become truly powerful. Everyone's got their own strengths, and it's 'cause of times like this."

"Yeah." Armin's voice was soft. "I think you're right."

Pulling her knees up to her chest, Mikasa sighed. "Once we've retaken wall Maria and defeated every last one of our enemies, can we go back to how things used to be?"

Eren thought for a moment before responding. "Some things will be the same . . . but some things have changed forever, and we'll make them pay for that."

"Yeah."

"There's more out there though." Vera couldn't see Armin's face from where she was sitting, but for whatever reason, she could tell he was smiling. "The sea. Remember? A body of water so big that merchants could spend their whole lives and still not get all the salt out. There's so much beyond the walls—not just Titans. Water that glows like fire. Fields of ice. Giant rocks that take days to climb. I joined the Scouts so I could see all those things someday."

Eren turned his head slightly and Vera could see he was smiling too. "Yeah, you sure did. I remember."

"All right, then!" Armin suddenly jumped to his feet and waved his arms. "Let's start by finding the sea! I can tell you still don't think it's real, Eren. You'll see! It does exist!"

"Okay, fine. I guess we'll have to check it out then."

"That's not good enough! You have to promise. This is our chance to explore the outside world! It's gotta be way bigger than inside the walls."

"Okay, I promise."

"They sure are excitable, aren't they?" A voice from farther down the alley between the two buildings startled Vera and she jumped, legs pushing off of the barrel, afraid she was about to get caught out late when she was supposed to be in her barracks. "Easy there," the voice said again, and as the body the voice belonged to emerged from the shadows, Vera relaxed when she realized it was only Levi.

Technically speaking, Levi could absolutely chew her out for disobeying his orders and not heading straight to bed, but he wouldn't. Vera could see it in his eyes that he didn't have the energy to scold her.

"You scared me, Sir." Vera cleared her throat and dusted off her pants from the dust they had collected from the barrel. "You're ominous enough without materializing from the shadows and shit."

Vera wasn't sure if the dark was playing tricks on her eyes or something, but she could have sworn she saw a smirk grace his lips for a split second. "My apologies." He peered out from between the buildings and watched as Eren, Armin, Mikasa continued on their way down the road. "So, do you think it's real?"

Vera wasn't quite sure what he was talking about. "Do I think what's real?"

"The sea," he clarified. "A body of water so big that merchants could spend their whole lives and still not get all the salt out."

"I have no idea," Vera answered with a chuckle. "It sounds incredible, so I hope so, but I've kinda got other things that I'm more worried about right now."

Levi just nodded and let out a low hum, proving that he understood without feeling the need to ask any follow-up questions; which was honestly expected of a man like him, who never really got to know anyone or let anyone get to know him.

Instead, he changed the subject. "I was at the orphanage this morning," he said as he leaned against the opposite wall from Vera, hands in his pockets. "The girl I mentioned before was alone again; sitting in the barn with the cats. Cute kid."

"Bonnie." Vera grinned.

Levi cocked a brow. "Hmm?"

"Her name is Bonnie. I met her when I was there last time."

"Bonnie," Levi repeated, almost as if he was testing out the name to see if it suited her or not. When he seemed satisfied, he sighed. "Thanks to Historia, she'll live a good life. Or, at least, better than she would have in the Underground."

"What was it like?" The question slipped past Vera's lips before she had the chance to stop herself. When Levi eyed her, however, she decided against backing down this time. "Growing up down there, I mean."

Levi scoffed and tilted his head, causing his bangs to fall to the side and out of his eyes, showcasing his grey irises. "How was it like growing up in the slums above ground?" he answered her question with another question.

Vera kicked at the ground with the toe of her boot. "It sucked," she didn't bother trying to find a more expressive way of describing her experience.

"Yeah, it sucked," Levi echoed. "Suffering is suffering . . . doesn't matter if it's above the ground or below it. Hunger, thirst, cold, lack of shelter. It's all the same shit."

"I guess you're right," Vera agreed. "Sorry, that was a dumb question. Just a stupid attempt at getting to know you a bit better, I suppose."

"Don't bother. There isn't anything worth knowing anyway."

Vera scoffed. "I don't think that's true."

"And what makes you say that?"

Vera almost spilled her guts right then and there. Almost. With the way Levi's grey eyes looked dusty blue in the moonlight—with the way they looked at her—she almost opened her mouth and let her feelings fly out. But thankfully, at the last second, she was able to salvage her dignity and not make a complete fool of herself in front of her superior.

"I just think that maybe you're a little too cautious about opening up to people," she said instead. "I'm sure there's a good reason, but whatever it is, I can see all the telltale signs. Believe it or not, I know a thing or two about keeping everything locked away inside."

"Oh, do you, now?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm really good at it, actually." Vera cracked a smile. "Probably a little too good, if I'm being honest."

Levi quirked a brow. "We're being honest now?"

Vera opened her mouth to respond, but the way that Levi was looking up at the night sky, his bottom lip quivering as if he was about to speak again at any moment, deterred her from ruining the moment. Instead, she stood in silence and waited until he was ready.

Levi already knew almost everything there was to know about Vera, but she still felt that, in many ways, Levi was like a stranger to her. Beyond being the man who single-handedly saved her career as a soldier and now, as her captain, he was an enigma.

"I didn't join the Scouts by choice," he began, his gaze shifting from the stars above to her face. "The people I worked with . . . my partners and I were blackmailed into it. We were hired to kill Erwin. The plan was to attack when he was least expecting it, during a mission beyond the walls. Of course, things didn't go as they were supposed to . . . they never do. Almost everyone was wiped out by Titans. My partners were among the ones who didn't make it back. After that, I didn't have it in me to go back to fighting for life, even if it meant I would be free. So, I stayed with the Scouts."

Vera was speechless. "I was expecting something like what your favourite colour is, or what your hobbies are. That was . . . a lot. I'm sorry that happened to you. I'm sorry you lost the people you cared about."

"Yeah, well . . . honesty, right?" Levi tried to smile, but it came out more pained than anything.

Vera shook her head, arms falling to her sides. "Why did you tell me all of that?"

"Because I knew you'd understand."

"I do," Vera assured him. "Lots of people do. Losing people is like a right of passage around here."

Levi shook his head. "It's more than that."

"I know."

Pulling his hands out of his pockets, Levi pushed off of the wall and took a step forward. "The girl . . . Bonnie. She reminds me of Isabel."

"Is that one of the people you lost?"

"Yeah. Isabel and Farlan."

"Your partners?"

An airy breath escaped Levi. "My friends."

"Captain Levi Ackerman has friends," Vera said in an almost mocking tone; not trying to make light of the situation, but trying to avoid letting the dark thoughts take over Levi's mind. "I must be dreaming."

"Had friends," he corrected. "Past tense."

"Has friends," Vera insisted before narrowing her eyes. "I'm your friend, aren't I, Captain?"

Levi took another step forward, so slow and silent that Vera wouldn't have known he was moving if she couldn't physically see him getting closer. "We are not friends, Kline."

The light smile that had once graced Vera's face quickly fell. "Oh."

When Levi noticed the change in Vera's demeanour, his fingers twitched at his side, his hand almost lifting to reach out to her. "May I be honest again?" he asked.

Vera nodded a little too eagerly. "Of course."

Levi had maintained his constant motion forward, and now he was standing directly in front of Vera. With her back against the wall, the situation now vividly reminded her of the night when Reiner had told her that things between them just couldn't happen. And now, she sensed that the same sentiment was about to come out of Levi's mouth.

Sudden panic overcame Vera at the thought that she was stumbling down the same path again—setting herself up for the same terrible heartbreak. She knew she should have run right then and there to spare herself, but she couldn't; at least not alone.

"Come with me." Vera's eyes lit up as an idea popped into her mind, and without even taking a second to think about what she was about to do, she grabbed Levi by the wrist and dragged him along behind her.

When she looked back at him as she led him out of the alley, it was clear that he wanted to ask her where the hell she was taking him. But just like how Vera had stayed quiet when he had taken her back to the Reiss estate, he stayed quiet as well.

Legs on autopilot, Vera turned right out of the alley and went back up the stairs on the main road. From there, she spotted the building she was looking for—an old inn that was currently being renovated that Connie had told her about—and pushed open the unlocked back door. Levi remained silent even when the two of them began breaking and entering, and followed Vera up the stairs, onto the second story, and out onto a balcony.

"What are we doing-" he started once Vera had stopped and let go of his wrist, but his sentence died out when she turned to look at him, eyes sparkling in the moonlight and face flushed with a slurry of emotions he couldn't even begin to try and comprehend.

"This is better," Vera breathed out, slightly out of breath. This was different. Maybe something as simple as a change of scenery wouldn't have any effect on the outcome of whatever was about to happen, but it was worth a shot. "The streets are empty. Everyone is asleep already," she reminded Levi when she clocked the uneasy expression on his face like maybe he was worried about being seen with her, alone, late at night.

Levi drew in a sharp breath. "Yes, well, back to being honest."

The fear came rushing back once again. What had she been thinking? Of course, something as stupid as dragging Levi onto a balcony wasn't going to be enough. She needed to do something bigger. She needed to show him how she truly felt about him.

Before Levi had the chance to tell her whatever it was he had been trying to, Vera reached out, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him. It was rash, it was idiotic, but most importantly, it was good. Levi's lips were surprisingly soft, and although he didn't kiss her back at first, he didn't push her away either. Slowly, his hands found their way to her waist and he grabbed fistfuls of her clothes, using them to pull her in.

As quickly as the kiss had begun, it was over.

"Vera," he whispered into her mouth, for once not referring to her by her last name. "We can't do this. I can't kiss you."

There it was. The bombshell had been dropped. The change of scenery didn't matter, the fact that Vera had decided to be bold and make the first move didn't matter. Nothing mattered in the end, and now she was probably going to be kicked out of the Scouts for throwing herself at her captain. Levi had saved her career once before, but he wouldn't be dragging her out of this mess. No, she had dug herself way too deep this time.

"I-I'm sorry." Vera moved to back away, but she couldn't; not with Levi still holding her jacket in a death grip, his knuckles turning white with how hard he was squeezing.

"You're a member of my squad. You're my subordinate," he told her, grey eyes staring holes into her. "And the way that I feel about you is not how a captain should feel about his subordinate—shit, not how I should feel about a woman who is damn near half my own age. It's not appropriate."

Vera's heart skipped a beat when she realized what he was saying. It wasn't that he didn't want her, it was that he thought he couldn't have her. And even though that came with its own unique challenges, it was something, at least. It wasn't nothing.

"But you feel it too?" Vera was hopeful. "This isn't one-sided?"

"I feel it so much it makes my chest ache. Whenever you're not in my sight, I worry that you're off getting yourself killed," he confessed as he pulled her closer again. "And this isn't the same bullshit that Reiner pulled with you. He worried about you because his job was to keep you alive. But I . . ."

"You what?" Vera encouraged.

". . . I worry because I genuinely cannot stand the thought of losing you."

The corners of Vera's mouth curled upward before faltering. "So when you said you couldn't kiss me, you meant . . ."

"It's wrong," he rephrased. "It's against so many policies."

"But you're not kissing me," Vera smirked before leaning in and gently pressing her lips against his. "I'm kissing you."

Levi's lips parted for her this time and he slid his tongue along her bottom lip. "It's still wrong."

"But it feels right." Vera wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his straight, black hair.

"God, so right." Levi damn-near purred. The two of them spoke in hushed whispers whenever they broke apart for air.

"So where do we go from here?"

"We'll figure it out later."

"Okay."

"Okay."

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BATMAN BINGO MASTER POST 2020

1 "I thought you were dead.": I Still See Your Ghost 

Today was just not Dick's day. First he overslept his alarm and was late to work. Amy had been less than impressed at his tardiness... Then He had bungled what should have been an easy take town... But the straw that broke the camel's back was Tim. Dick had forgotten to call Tim. 

2 Friendly fire: Fratricide 

Jason was pissed. No, Jason was enraged. Yeah, he was enraged at the whole mess his family-- if that’s even what they were to each other anymore-- had gotten him in. It was meant to be a simple night. Break in. Torch the drugs. Maybe shoot a couple of people and go home. But no, Batman heard about his plans and decided that arson was too extreme. “Someone could get hurt.” Well someone had gotten hurt, a lot of someones. 

3 Hypothermia: Weekend Commute 

Dick Grayson makes his way home during the first snow fall of the year, when he finds himself confused and cold, miles from home.

Chapter two Bruce's perspective.

4 Superman: Bringer of the Dawn

The Aftermath of when the Joker shoots Dick.

or

Where do you go when your family tells you to get out?

5 Shot: The Gratitude Trap

Bruce finds himself in the dark, a place he never thought he would be when it came to Clark Kent and Dick Grayson. Yet here he is digging for answers, because he is too scared to pick up the phone and call. 

6 Two-face: The Better Choice 

How do you reconcile the man who was once your friend with the monster he has become? Bruce reflects on how the man he once called his best friend changed. How could the man who helped him foster Dick, hold that baseball bat? 

7 Drowning: Omori’s Law

Deep in the sewer's under Gotham, Batman is trapped. There is no back up, no Robin. He is faced with the single truth that he tried to teach each of his partners... You have to save yourself. 

  8 Found Family: A Restoration from a Resilient Heart

Dick just wants to not be alone with the shadows in the house. Bruce doesn't realize he has lived with them for far to long, and maybe he doesn't have to anymore.

9 Adoption: The Irrefutable Truth

When he reached the reception, he found himself looking around a fairly empty room. There were a few call girls in the corner filling out forms, an older woman holding a dog, a kid that looked about twelve and a middle aged man who looked like he was ready to cry. He knew no one. Dick was about to turn around and head back to his desk when the on duty officer called out to him. Officer O’Conner was one of his fellow rookies, he had a thick accent. Dick thought he might be from Louisiana. “Grayson! Why didn’t you say your brother was coming to see you?” Dick looked at him with his mouth slightly open. There was no way he heard that right. “My what?” 

10 Bruises: Mr. Wayne

Tim is new to this. He's only been Robin for a little over six months. It was going well. But now he was going to be fired. Batman wouldn't want a partner who got caught at school with a black eye. Would he?

11 Bruce is dead: You Have One Saved Message 

Gotham gossip columns spread lies and smear good people's names. But yet Damian can't help but think maybe this mornings article was true.  That despite all his claims of being the true son of Bruce Wayne, he was in fact the only unwanted one.

12 CPR: Vital Signs 

Robin wakes to find him and Batman in an exploded factory. With Batman injured and the building burning around them, Dick struggles to get them both to safety.   

13 Dad:  Storge 

Bruce could have sworn his spirit had left him momentarily.  The sudden hollowness that filled him couldn’t be explained in any other way. 

 “Your dad must have his hands full with you.”  Elizabeth Ribbons leaned forward and patted Dick’s shoulder, as he reached for yet another slice of cheesecake from a passing waiter’s tray.  

Bruce fixed his eyes on the ice sculpture that hid him from view.  It suddenly seemed like the most interesting design in the world.  The soft lines of the ice on the otherwise insignificant over sized swan seemed like a lead shield...  Because Dick would read it easily in his expression. He wanted to be Dick’s dad.  But he wasn’t. 

14 Stealing the Batmobile: T-Minus Six Hours

Some days Tim is sure that he’s gonna be killed. Usually it’s some luck shot or near miss that made his life flash before his eyes. Not today though. Today he was positive Bruce was going to kill him. Yes, today was the day that Timothy Jackson Drake was going to be put down. He’s not sure that even Nightwing could save him. He was going to go down in history as the first sidekick to be murdered by their mentor. Because the Batmobile was definitely not where he’d parked it.

15 Wayne Enterprises: Amidst the Absence of Meaning 

Bruce is worried. He's running on less than three hours of sleep, and way too many cups of coffee. He had messed up. That much was obvious. The question was would Dick forgive him?

A gruesome night on patrol bleeds into Bruce's work day and now all he can wonder is if this is the thing that will push Dick over the edge? Had he finally seen to much pain?

16 Ransom: Sum of My Worth

The ring of the phone seemed to echo through the manor’s still too quiet long, winding halls, and everyone present collectively held their breath. Bruce lunged for the phone.   

17 Secret Injury: Hiding in Pain Sight

“What?” Dick asked sharper than he meant to. He was tired.

“Nothing.” Tim said with a small smirk. “Heavy is the head.”

Dick closed his eyes, glad that Tim couldn’t see them. He was so sick of this. Tim, Jason, Damian and Cass all didn’t think he was good enough, well Cass hadn’t said that, but Dick could read her. They didn’t think he was up to the job. Well they didn’t need to tell him that. He knew it.

18 Superboy: An Interlude in Breathing 

Tim looked out over the water in a daze. Bruce and Dick had gone somewhere below deck and he was alone. Well there were strangers on the ship mingling and talking excitedly--but Tim gave them no notice. Instead he watched the water lap up against the hull and crash down back to meet the dark, cold waters. They were far enough out that he could no longer see the shore. It was just endless expenses of sea and sky. Something tickled his neck and he started, only to realize he had been crying. It was only a tear slipping under his collar.

The days after the battle of Infinite Crisis

19 Betrayed: Smother

She took another drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke roll in her lungs for a long moment before allowing it hiss out between her teeth. The screams from the warehouse weren’t completely muffled by the distance, or the walls. Perhaps she was only imagining them. But then, sounds like that, she didn’t think she could dream up. She jumped after a particularly high pitched yelp. “Get a grip.” She dropped the cigarette and pulled out another. Her hand shook as she lit it. “It’s just some random kid. He’s not--” She bit back a sob. She didn’t deserve to cry. She had no right to tears, not when it was her fault.   

20 Crowbar: Breaklights

The mail fell to the ground and the paper smacked the tiles hard.  The sound in reality couldn’t have been all that loud, but it seemed to echo around the entryway.  Bruce didn’t look at the dropped bills and the invitation to a fundraiser for the new Gotham women’s shelter.  He was too fixated on the small stamp with the queen of England's head on it.  Wolverhampton.  

The large envelope was far heavier then it should have been.  Bruce could feel bile crawling up his throat.  

He had forgotten.

21 Deathstroke: Debts and Dues

There were some things that were never pleasant, getting caught in the snow without socks, losing your keys, and not being able to remember the name of a song. Having a gun pointed at your chest, Dick felt, qualified as extremely unpleasant. He stood stock still. The barrel of the gun was still hot, it burned slightly as it dug into his sternum. Even with his uniform he could still feel the heat left over from previous rounds fired. He didn’t flinch. He couldn’t flinch. “Move.” “You know I can’t.” Dick wondered if Slade had the guts to do it.   

22 Mission Gone Wrong: Murmur in the Quiet Hours

Superman? Clark froze. He knew that voice. But-- he had never heard it sounding so sad. Was that-- no. Clark dove for his phone, still on the counter from when he got home last night. The screen was black. Dead. Clark swore and dropped it. He was in his coat and shoes before it hit the counter top.   

23 Kidnapped:  Chum 

Dick trumped through the leaves, stopping his feet roughly. He relished the sound of the crunch beneath his shoes as he tread on the brown, dead leaves before him. He felt rather justified in his satisfaction. After all the world had taken so much from him, why wouldn’t he do his best to crush it in return. The woods were cool and as he went deeper into them they grew darker. The sun had long set, and the sky was quickly vanishing as the trees grew thicker. Wayne Manor was far behind him. He was never going back. He hated those pristine walls, those old floor boards. He hated the quiet. He hated the stuffy furniture and the rules and the vases and pictures. He hated his new guardian and that… that… Dick couldn’t remember what Alfred was called, but he hated it. The bag on his back felt heavy. It had everything Dick owned in it. Well and a toothbrush that Alfred had given him. But he didn’t think that was really stealing. 

24 Riddler: Seeking Silence on Shortwaves

Normally Dick would be happy to listen to Tim talk. In fact, Dick thought it was one of his favorite sounds in the world. Tim rarely allowed himself to be excited about things. Hearing him speak so freely and openly to Bruce and him about his plans was refreshing. Dick only wished it wouldn’t be at the cost of his life.

Batman hadn't always been so strict about talking unnecessarily over comms. When it was just two of them it hadn't mattered, their walkie talkie system had always worked. But now that Nightwing and Robin were in Gotham, it seems insane that they never realized: if only one person can talk over the radio at a time... how could they call for help?

25 Mr. Freeze: Glimpsing the Sun While Trapped in the Rime

He almost called Bruce between his fourth and fifth class. He pulled his phone out, leaning against his locker, and half dialed his number when a warm hand fell on his shoulder. “Hey.” Dick spun around and blinked back black spots as his body protested the sudden movement. A blaze of red hair filled his vision and Dick felt a small fire build in his chest. His face split into a wide smile.

After a run in with Mr. Freeze Dick finds himself feeling odd at school, but he can't go home, not when Barbara's asked him to drive her to Betty's party after school.

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Cw: mentions of drugs and mentions of past abuse

Previously On Relic Keel

Remus has started to associate sailing with Sirius Black ever since Sirius told him he watches his boat every morning. He thinks about how tired he is of knowing everything there is to know and wishes to leave the island.

Remus also starts his new job at the Hogwarts History Museum where he meets up with his friend Layla, whose family runs the museum, and whose brother, Lyall, Remus races sailboats against. On his way there, he reflects on the divide between Salazars and Godrics. He remembers Sirius at school, and how he was either celebrated or shunned with seemingly no pattern.

After their first shift at the museum, Layla takes Remus to The Lion for lunch, chastising Remus’ prejudices, and introduces him to Leo. Remus sees Leo’s rainbow bracelet and thinks about how badly he wants a boyfriend. We also learn that Luke is also gay, but that he and Remus have always been just friends.

Logan arrives at The Lion, too, is introduced, and listens in on Remus finding out a new exhibit on madness at the museum—the Lupins are known for going insane, but Remus’ mother mentioned nothing to Remus about this exhibit.

Leo learns that Logan is looking for someone (Finn). Logan reflects on a sleepy feeling that seemed to go away with his escape from the orphanage. Leo offers Logan a job, if he wants, and also tells him about The Voldemort.

The Voldemort is a boat from the eighteenth century that is said to have sank in The Cradle, a U shaped arrangement of islands just off of Hogwarts Southern Coast. Leo’s dad was close to finding it. Leo feels like he should want to find it, too, for his lost father.

Saint and Sirius arrive. Saint and Logan see each other for the first time in almost ten years, since Saint escaped when he was seven. Logan tells him that Finn got him out and Saint finds out that Logan sells Crucio.

Pascal, who owns the Lion with his wife Celeste, is introduced. He’s very close with Saint and Sirius, and he apparently knew Leo’s father before he went missing at sea. Saint learns that Logan is staying with Leo.

James and Remus arrive, looking for Dorcas who Thomas said might be selling Crucio to Luke. They’d like her to stop and are willing to pay. Logan takes advantage of this and, although he doesn’t sell to Luke, cons James out of 200 bucks.

Saint learns that Logan has gotten tangled up with The Carrows, the more dangerous of the two Crucio dealers, the other, safer one being Kasey Winter, in the hopes that they will help him get Finn out. Instead, he’s in their debt for using their Crucio himself.

Logan slips and calls Saint Bash. Saint refuses to help Logan get Finn out.

A/N: I super don’t speak Latin. And neither do my trees.

part v

Dorcas watched as Saint took his book from the floor of the back seat and flipped his sunglasses down.

“How long?” he asked. “And how do I keep getting stuck with this job?”

“Because Sirius is a better surfer than you are,” Dorcas replied. “And you know what, you can take off. Her parents are out of town for the weekend so her dad won’t be coming home or anything.”

Saint paused and raised an eyebrow. “And so I just drove you because…”

“I didn’t feel like walking?”

“Clever gal.”

Dorcas smiled. “I know.”

“Whatever, I need the car anyway.”

“What are you up to? I thought you were working at the Potters.”

“Just Sirius today,” Saint threw his book back into the rear seats. “I’ve got some detective work ahead of me.”

“Does this have anything to do with that little friend of yours that Sirius told me about?”

Saint rolled his eyes. “Of course he told you.”

“You know you two can’t keep secrets from me.”

“Don’t I.”

“See you later, babe,” Dorcas opened her door.

Saint gave her a salut as she headed around towards the dug-out fence.

Marlene had her paints out and her hair up in a bun when she pushed the window up and open for Dorcas.

“Luke’s here,” she said, and rolled her eyes as she turned away.

Dorcas froze in the window frame to see Luke with his feet crossed, laying on Marlene’s bed.

“Okay,” Dorcas said. “Can he leave?”

“Hey,” Luke said. “Cousin privileges.”

“Girlfriend privileges,” Dorcas said, shutting the window behind her. “Plus, can’t you go, like, toss a ball at a net with a stick or something?”

Luke rolled his eyes—not unlike his cousin. “I’m on a rest day. Plus, I’m off the team.”

“And whose fault is that?” Dorcas raised an eyebrow.

“He’s just getting out of the house for a bit,” Marlene said with a pointed look that Dorcas understood as he’s getting away from his mother. 

“Plus,” Marlene continued. “He’s a good cover story.”

“I thought your dad wasn’t here.”

Marlene shook her head. “Came home early. Guess his newest gal pal didn’t like golf. He’s over at the club now.”

“What’s his deal, anyway?” Luke asked. He had reached over to the bedside table and put a bowl of what looked like mango slices onto his stomach. “With you two, I mean.”

“I am his little princess,” Marlene said dryly. “Not to be dated.”

“And a Salazar girl who lives in The Hollow?” Dorcas shook her head. “No deal.”

“Right,” Luke said. “Like that’s never happened before.”

Dorcas snorted and sat on the bed, too, stealing a few pieces of fruit. “Like you’re any better than the rest of them, Deveaux.”

“I am,” Luke said. “I don’t hate Salazars.”

“But you hate Hollows.”

Luke grinned. “I don’t hate them, either. They hate me, and what am I gonna do about their jealousy? That’s their issue.”

“God, you’re an asshole,” Dorcas sighed.

“He’s really not though,” Marlene stepped back as she regarded the painting she was working on. Luke’s face looked back out at them from the canvas. “He just likes to make-believe.”

“Could have fooled me and my friends.”

“He’s a great actor,” Marlene agreed, then stuck her tongue out at Luke. “I just happen to have known him before he learned how.”

“All right, fuck you both,” Luke grumbled, and ate another piece of mango.

“Believe me,” Dorcas said. “We’re not jealous of you.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “You can’t tell me you wish you didn’t have to sell Felix to make a little more money?”

Dorcas narrowed her eyes. “Like you and your money live such a great life.”

Luke looked away, jaw tight.

“Yeah,” Dorcas said. “I’d take Crucio and the friends I have over that any day.” After a moment of hesitation, she looked down and mumbled. “And by the looks of your little habit, so would you.”

“Fuck you, Meadowes,” Luke snarled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“All right, all right,” Marlene said, tilting her head as she added color to Luke’s cheeks in her painting. “Cool it, kids. Take a chill pill. Knock it down a notch. Luke, why don’t you go get us some pizza or something? Or maybe pick up from Thomas’. I crave his nachos, holy cow. Also, tell him to come hang out later tonight, if he can.”

Luke held Dorcas’ eyes for a moment, then pushed himself up from the bed. “Pepperoni, you?”

“Pineapple and ham, thanks,” Marlene said, and smiled at Dorcas as she patted his back out the door.

“Hi,” Marlene laughed once the door closed behind him. She walked into Dorcas’ arms. She took Dorcas’ face between her hands and peppered kisses to her mouth. “How are you?”

“Worried about basically all of our friends,” Dorcas laughed. “And that one, I guess, too.”

“Tell me about it,” Marlene sighed, laying down on the bed and eating a slice of mango. Dorcas mirrored her position. “No, seriously, if you want to talk about it, I’m all ears. I mean, I’ve got Luke who, one, needs to get out of his house, and two, needs someone to love, like, God, I wish he had a boyfriend. I just want him to get off this island, go to college, and meet the sweetest human in the world, you know?” Marlene sighed again, eyes far away. “He doesn’t act like he deserves that, but…it’s really his family he didn’t deserve. He’s all torn up about his dad, but his dad’s…a schemer. You know? And his mom, don’t even get me started.”

“Maybe he can still meet someone here,” Dorcas replied, and reached out to brush Marlene’s hair away from her face with a smile. “You never know. We didn’t. How long did we spend on this island without knowing each other existed?”

Marlene’s smile faltered in a way that Dorcas was beginning to recognize. It worried her.

“What?” Dorcas asked softly.

Marlene tilted her head. “Hm?”

“You keep doing that,” Dorcas said, tracing a thumb over one corner of Marlene’s mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Marlene said. “I was just thinking about Luke. I mean, my parents sucks but at least they’re…”

Dorcas raised an eyebrow. “Not in jail?”

“Yeah, I don’t know where I was going with that,” Marlene laughed. She scooted closer, letting Dorcas hitch her thigh over her hip, Dorcas’ thumb rubbing idly over her soft skin. “Now what are you worrying about, lover?”

“Sirius,” Dorcas began. “I don’t know he just…he’s never seemed…happy? Saint. He’s trying so hard to be happy that I know he’s not. And now there’s Logan which I think stirred up a lot of Saint Clair stuff for him. I mean, Jesus, how do we not know what’s up with that place?”

“Gods are good at not paying attention,” Marlene said solemnly.

“Saint never takes that damn cross off,” Dorcas said. “I mean, wouldn’t you want to let it go?”

“Sorry, who’s Logan? He got out? As in escaped? Like Saint did?”

Dorcas nodded. “I haven’t talked to Saint about it yet. Me and Sirius are gonna tag-team later, make him let it out.”

Marlene looked suspicious. “Good luck.”

“We have our ways,” Dorcas laughed. “And Logan…He deals. I know him a little. Not really.”

Marlene nodded, going quiet at the mention of Crucio as she always did.

“I like what it gives me,” Dorcas said gently. “Freedom, Marls. More than any other job here could. At least any job that I could get. And its from Kasey, who makes it safely. Unlike the Carrows. So—”

“You don’t have to explain,” Marlene said, and pushed herself closer. “I know. Really, I know. I’m proud of you. I just wish there wasn’t as much risk.”

“Like the police do anything about it,” Dorcas sighed, running a hand through Marlene’s hair. “They probably like the revenue it brings for the island.”

“Yeah,” Marlene sighed.

“Well,” Dorcas said. “We probably have at least twenty minutes before Deveaux returns with the pizza…”

Marlene smiled and pushed Dorcas’ hat off, leaning over her on the bed. “Oh? Twenty minutes you say?”

~

Saint parked the Jeep between two trees in an overgrow section of a Salazar road.  He knew where The Carrows lived. It was difficult to miss their house. Saint could practically smell the gold and diamonds. He felt like he smell the Crucio, too, the rubber bands and the plastic bags, and the sickly sweet powder.

There was no one outside. The whole grandiosity looked strangely deserted.

Saint reached into the rear again for the latest book he had borrowed from James. Frankenstein. Not one he hadn’t read before, but a good one none the less.

“Don’t know why you want that one,” James had said when he handed it over. They had both been hot from working in the sun—Saint on the lawn, James on his backhand. “I had to write a book report on that in, like, what, ninth grade? Oof.”

“Beluis amicitiam,” Saint had replied.

“How the fuck do you know Latin?” James had said. “You aren’t even at our school.”

“You gave me a book on Latin.”

James nodded. “Right.”

“Well?” Saint had asked. “You’re at school. What’d I say?”

James squinted one eye shut. “Beast…friends?”

Saint had laughed. “Literally, sure.”

Saint opened the book now, rolling the window down in the stuffy car. The AC was broken.

“Monsters like company,” he said aloud into the small space and settled down to wait.

~

Lily didn’t expect to find herself painting an old boat with James Potter on a Saturday afternoon, but painting she was. She dipped the fat brush into the blue paint, trying to wipe her hair out of her face without getting blue in it.

“Still doing okay over there, Lils?”

Lily looked up to see James’ head pop out over the upside-down bow.

“All good,” Lily nodded. “You?”

James smiled. “Yeah. Thanks for helping me out.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lily said. “Just working on my tan.”

James’ head appeared again, only this time his expression was incredulous. “We both know we both burn.”

Lily laughed. “I guess so.”

The Potter’s had their own, small beach in front of their property, and Lily dug her feet down into the sand, looking at the inviting ocean.

She felt all too awkward after their talk a few nights ago. She had been brash, and almost cruel at some points. James was—good. But she didn’t want to end up like her mother. She didn’t want to stay for someone, like her mother had for her father, and regret it, like she could tell her mother did sometimes.

And if she had wanted someone to come out into the world with her, she couldn’t have picked a worse candidate. James was a Potter, and the Potters were Hogwarts Island’s beating heart. Their money was in every part of this island. Every grain of sand, every brick. Hogwarts Academy, whose headmaster was James’ father.

If Lily loved James, she’d never escape.

And the problem was, she did love James.

“So, I was thinking about doing a movie night or something,” James said from the other side of the boat. “Put a sheet up and a projector. We could lay it all out on the lawn, or by the pool. Get some candy and popcorn and shit, invite everyone.”

Lily cleared her throat. “Yeah, that sounds cool.”

James was at the front now, painting the boat’s nose. “Any suggestions or requests?”

Lily smiled. “Is it too cheesy to do Pirates of The Caribbean?”

James laughed. “Hell no. There’s no better place!”

Lily shrugged. “Then definitely that. Oh, Will Turner.”

James snorted. “Yeah, can’t say no to that.”

Lily smiled at him, and shifted closer to the other side of the bow.

“So, how’s your common-app going?” James asked. “These essays are sort of killing me. I mean, you’re staring out a window. What do you see? What the fuck kind of prompt is that? That’s what’s going to get me into college?”

Lily laughed. “Not to mention asking me why I want to go somewhere. They’re basically forcing me to make something dramatic up.”

“Right. If I’m being, you know, honest, I feel simple, and if I’m embellishing, I feel fake.”

Lily looked up at him. “Exactly. No, that’s—exactly.”

They smiled at each other, paintbrushes poised.

“I don’t know,” James sighed finally. “I’m—I’m sort of worried, Lils.”

“What about Lacrosse?” Lily asked.

James nodded. “That’s what my dad says. And, yeah, I love it, but…sometimes I wonder if it’s more that I love who I’m playing with. Luke, Remus, Thomas.”

Lily nodded, eyes flitting over his face which had gone serious and tense. “Right. No, that makes sense. But J, you’re so smart. And kind.”

James’ smile was small, but his eyes, when he looked at her, were fond. “Not as smart as you. And I can’t get a degree in kindness.”

Lily hummed, thinking. College was a sensitive topic for everyone it seemed. What was supposed to be one of the best parts of their lives was all uncertainty and vagueness. She thought of Marlene, and how she hadn’t told Dorcas about her early-decision acceptance yet. This seemed to be all goodbyes and leave-behinds.

“Sorry,” James cleared his throat. “That was a downer thing to say.”

Lily shook her head. “I’m starting to think college is just a downer thing.”

James smiled, and, even though it was something that had only been gone for a moment, Lily found that she had missed it. James was so bright. “Yeah.”

Lily knew that she was going to say goodbye to James in a year. But for the first time, she wondered how she knew, and when she had decided.

“You’re going to be amazing, Lils,” James said softly. She could tell that they were both thinking of their conversation. He looked down at her with his hazel eyes. “Really, you are.”

Lily meant to say thank you.

Instead, she leaned forward and kissed him. James’ body tensed, and then relaxed. His mouth opened beneath hers and she cupped his cheek, her other palm splayed on his chest. He was warm from the sunlight. He made a soft sound and tilted his head to kiss her again, hand between her shoulders. Then, he pulled back, their foreheads together. There was paint on his chest from Lily’s paintbrush. Blue, right over his heart.

“Lils,” James gasped. He wrapped a gentle hand around her wrist. “Lils, mixed messages, mixed messages…”

He was out of breath. Lily had made him that way. Her own heart was beating out of her chest.

“You’re right,” Lily breathed, and stepped away, drawing a fallen strap of her tank top up her shoulder. “You’re right, God, sorry.”

“No, it’s,” James began. “I mean, that was nice. Really nice.”

Lily sent him a wavering smile over her shoulder. “Yeah. Sorry about—” the paint. Everything.

She watched James out of the corner of her eye as he passed his hand through his hair a few times. This time, he came to stand beside her as they worked quietly.

It only took Lily a few moments to not be able to stand it any more. The feeling of him so close, of wanting him the way she did. He was gentle. He kissed in a way that made her want to melt. He had made her laugh, that night that they spent together, in between those kisses and gentle touches.

“Why did you ask me to do this with you, James?” Lily said. “I mean—aren’t you mad at me?”

James didn’t respond for a moment, but finally turned.

“What, we can’t be friends?” he asked.

“I wasn’t very nice to you the other night,” Lily said, and then groaned. “And—I mean, I feel awful about it but…you understand, don’t you?"

“I’m not here to tie you down, Lily,” James said, eyes firm behind his glasses. “If that’s what you think friends do…I don’t know what to tell you.”

“You’re not my friend,” Lily burst out, and then covered her eyes. “I mean—you are. But you’re…”

“It’s fine, Lils,” James said. When Lily looked up, he was shaking his head and stooping to dip his brush again. “Really, let’s just…let’s paint and tan. I’ll get us some sunscreen.”

“James—”

“You kissed me and then you said we weren’t friends. Forgive me if I’d rather stay where we are than go farther or backwards into those two territories that you seem to not want.”

Lily blinked.

James glanced at her, then away. “I should probably be asking you to leave. But I don’t want to lose you. Not yet. Not now, not if you really think that’s so inevitable.”

Lily stared at him. He was looking resolutely at his work, jaw tight. He looked beautiful, even when he was sad and overwhelmed. Lily was so angry at herself.

She didn’t want to lose him, either.

She timed her paint strokes to his, and they worked beside each other quietly.

~

Saint didn’t find what he expected to find.

Instead of Logan coming up the path, Luke Deveaux passed right by his car and open window.

Luke looked down in passing, probably expecting to see an empty vehicle, and then did a double take when, instead, he found Saint sitting there, Frankenstein in one hand, balanced on the steering wheel, and the other elbow resting out the window.

“Hello, tweedle,” Saint said.

Luke stopped walking. He had a gray t-shirt on with a large, navy Nike swoop on it, and black running shorts. Earbuds dangled around his neck, tangled in the two fine gold chains that hung there and trailing all the way into his pocket, where Saint could see the weight of his phone. He was sweaty, as though he had run here from Godric.

“What?” Luke said.

“Bad move,” Saint replied. “Taking your hit from The Shining twins.”

Luke just stared at him. He pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. Saint smiled. He liked Deveaux when he was caught off guard. This had never happened before.

“Well—” Luke began. “You’re here, too.”

“Not like that.”

Luke narrowed his eyes. “You said you didn’t deal.”

“I don’t.”

“So,” Luke’s eyes flit around the Jeep’s exterior. “You just sit in junk cars and read—” Luke looked forward. “Shelley?”

Saint frowned in approval and squinted back towards the house. “You say that almost as if you’ve read it.”

“I have.”

“What, in your ninth grade book report?”

“No, with my—” Luke turned his head away, mouth clamping shut.

“I see,” Saint said after a moment. “A bit of a strange parental bonding choice, but all right.”

“Fuck off,” Luke said. “And what the fuck did you call me?”

That was when Saint spotted Logan. He sat up and unlocked the Jeep doors with a click.

“Get in,” Saint said.

Luke scoffed. “Fuck off.”

“That’s the second time you’ve said that in five seconds. Get in, tweedle, or I’ll tell your mother about your candy addiction.”

To Saint’s slight surprise—he was used to people being drawn to him—that seemed to work and Luke complied, but he walked slowly, distrustfully, around the bonnet before sliding into the passenger seat.

Logan was coming up a different path, one stemming from the back of the house to what looked like a side door.

“She wouldn’t care,” Luke said as he slammed the door.

“You in my passenger seat says differently,” Saint said, and glanced at Luke’s wrist. “Nice watch.”

It was gold and glittery. It looked like it had probably been his father’s, and by no means looked like it should be worn on a run.

“Your car smells like wet dog.”

“I don’t have a dog,” Saint replied, eyes on Logan. He had knocked and was waiting now.

“I was talking about Black.”

Saint glanced at him. “You’re funny, Galileo.”

Luke just shook his head, bringing his t-shirt up to wipe his forehead. “Stop calling me tweedle—you think I’m dumb?”

Saint laughed. “No.”

“All right,” Luke put a hand on the door. “I’m getting out.”

“No,” Saint said, and grabbed Luke’s arm, fingers wrapping around his wrist. “Stay here or you’ll blow this for both of us.”

Luke shook him off and Saint pushed his door open. He began his stride up towards the house without looking back. He wondered if Luke was a snoop. The thought made him smile.

Logan saw him when he was half-way to the door, and rolled his eyes, shoving his hands out in an effort to silently say go back.

“Hello, number ten,” Saint said, leaning beside the door. “Now, who are you waiting for?”

“Saint, don’t.”

“Look, I’m hoping it was me, and if so, your ride’s here.” Saint narrowed his eyes. “Let’s go.”

“What do you care if I’m here?”

Saint looked at Logan’s backpack, the one that was always filled with Crucio. Even at the sight of it he imagined that he could feel the sweet, sleepiness that occupied his nights at the orphanage.

The door opened.

“Oh, look,” Amycus said, resting a hand on the door. “Haven’t seen you in a while. What is it you’re calling yourself these days? Saint.”

“Hello, Amy,” Saint smiled. “Nice to see you, we’re going now.”

“You can’t,” Amycus snarled. “He owes us.”

“I’m sure you haven’t lost that much,” Saint said back evenly.

“Oh yeah?” Amycus laughed. “Why don’t we take a look at green-eyes here’s subconscious. You want something bad enough, you like something enough, something feels good enough, then there comes a point where you don’t even know how far you’ve gone to get it. How much Felix have you taken, do you think, Tremblay?”

Logan just looked down.

“See?” Amycus cocked his head. “He doesn’t know. Which means I make make up whatever number I like.”

Saint nodded, thoughtful. “Interesting. What number is that?”

Amycus just grinned. “Your friend here will know when I tell him.”

“Bullshit,” Logan snapped, and Saint held up a hand.

“We’re going now, and you know what?” Saint leaned in. “You don’t know shit about what he wants.”

“Come back without your handler, Tremblay,” Amycus called after them.

Back at the car, Saint could see Luke reading Frankenstein through the windshield.

“Who’s that?”

“Who you got your two hundred bucks for,” Saint murmured.

“What about the two hundred more you just cost me?”

“You’re welcome,” Saint said, and motioned to Luke to get out.

“And what exactly was I supposed to get out of this?” Luke said, crossing his arms.

“A chit-chat with yours truly,” Saint replied. “Logan, get in the car.”

Logan glared, but took Luke’s place in the passenger seat.

Saint slid back into the driver’s side, took Logan’s backpack from him, and slung it into the back seat.

“Oh,” Saint leaned out his window. “And I’m sure you can go right up now.”

“I’m sure I can,” Luke tossed Saint the book. “Don’t forget Potter’s book. Did you steal it, or what?”

If only he knew, Saint thought. 

“Bye, Luke,” Saint called as he turned out of the grove and down the street. He looked in his review mirror and smiled at the sight of Luke standing, framed in it. Then, he put his arm lazily on the steering wheel and let Luke’s golden watch flash in the sunlight on his wrist.

“You didn’t have to fucking—fetch me,” Logan grumbled.

“Yes, I fucking did.”

Logan turned towards him in his seat, and for a moment Saint thought he was going for his backpack, but Logan just looked at him.

“Look,” Logan said.

“I’m driving.”

Logan ignored him.

“There’s a treasure,” Logan said instead. “Leo told me about it. He thinks his dad knows where it is—The Cradle? Look, I—If we can get it—”

“Oh, good,” Saint sighed. “He sells Crucio and he’s a Voldemort tourist.”

Logan blinked. “You know about it?”

Saint scoffed. “Of course I know about it. Everyone knows about it, Logan.”

“Fine, but—if we can get it, then I can pay off—”

“I’m sorry, excuse me, excuse me,” Saint held up a hand, one on the wheel. The houses went from the tall mansions of Salazar to the workshop rows of Helga, to the low houses of The Hollow. “Did you or did you not just place all of your hopes of freedom on a long lost, legendary treasure.”

“Bash—Saint.”

“Answer the question.”

“It’s not my hope, it’s just an option.”

Saint just shook his head. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Come on,” Logan urged as Saint stopped the car in front of The Lion. “Isn’t there something you want? Something that much gold could get you?”

“Come to think of it, there isn’t that much I want, no.”

Logan paused, and then said, “Then, is there something you hate?”

When Saint didn’t reply for enough time, Logan took his backpack and got out of the car.

~

Sirius had dreamed about his little brother last night. Only, he had been on Wolfsbane, and Regulus had been on shore. There had been someone else in the boat, too, someone expertly pulling the ropes and taking Sirius farther out to sea. The wind had been warm.

Sirius had woken up thinking about Remus Lupin.

His entire day was thrown off.

Sirius looked over at Saint. “Are we going to talk about it?”

Saint had his head in Dorcas’ lap and his eyes closed. “Pardon?”

Dorcas and Sirius glanced at each other. “Logan.”

“We were at Saint Clair together. What else is there to say?”

“Maybe how he got out.”

“And why,” Dorcas added, running a hand through Saint’s hair. “It might help if you talked about that place more.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

Sirius groaned. “Saint. Come on, that kid looked freaked talking to you and then he bolted. What’s up?”

Saint sighed, his face opening up into a rare moment of softer eyes, and he sat up, nearly facing away from the both of them.

Sirius listened to the crickets outside. Before, he had just wanted to know about the orphanage. Now, he wanted Saint to not have to keep it all inside.

“When I arrived when I was five, Logan and Finn were already there,” Saint said finally. “And its not like its this horrible place. We have beds and food and we go to school together. We have friends. But we’re also locked away. The nuns are strict. The punishments are old-fashioned. A slap. A few days in solitude. The problem is…”

Sirius got up from his perch on the window and sat beside Saint on the ratty old couch they had dragged in. Saint didn’t look at him, but let him and Dorcas lay gentle hands on him, Dorcas’ on his back, Sirius’ one of his crossed ankles.

“I watched kids turn eighteen,” Saint said, voice steely. “And they’d be packing their bags and then—unpacking them.”

“They,” Dorcas began. “You mean they decided to stay?”

Saint just shook his head slowly. “I still haven't completely figured it out. I think—maybe Crucio has something to do with it. It’s the only thing I can think of that would make them stay. I keep having this—this memory of being so tired at night. And these dreams.”

“The plant Crucio is made out of has Melatonin in it,” Dorcas said, brow creased. “It influences the dreaming. The hallucinations.”

“So, what?” Sirius asked. “They stay for Crucio, you think?”

“They work some,” Saint said. “Around the island. But, yeah. They stay.”

“You think they’re bringing money back?” Dorcas asked gently. “To the orphanage?”

Saint shrugged. “I told you. I haven’t completely figured it out. But I’d rather figure it out from the outside. Even when I was seven, I knew something was wrong. But I was older when I arrived. Finn and Logan had been there since they were too young to recognize something like that. They didn’t know anything else.”

“And…you do?” Sirius asked faintly. Saint had never brought up remembering anything about his prior life, his family.

Saint laughed faintly and got up. “Who knows. That’s the thing about memories, right? We tend to make them worse, or make them better.” Sirius watched him go to the sink and turn it on and off. He opened the refrigerator and then closed it. Finally, he stilled.

“But I hate them,” Saint said, almost to himself. “I hate them for making anything feel real.”

Sirius opened his mouth to respond when Dorcas’ phone lit up with a loud ping.

She picked it up. “From Marlene. Apparently we’re invited to a movie night at Potter’s house.”

“Of course we are,” Sirius sighed, and got up and wrapped his arms around Saint from behind. “What do you feel like?”

Saint looked at him over his shoulder. “Well, how could I ever pass that up?”

~

When Logan didn’t find Leo at The Lion, he went to the Knut’s workshop instead. He’d been in there a handful of times now. It was a crowded room, walls-to-ceiling tools and cupboards that organized different found objects. Sea-glass and shards of blue china. There was large glass jars of things like compasses or pieces of weather vanes hanging by woven rope plant holders from the ceiling. There was a forge that was cool now, and there was a long work bench.

He found Leo on the work bench with the garage door open to the street, shirtless and welding something together.

“Oh,” Logan said instead of announcing himself.

Leo looked up, then back down, sparks flying around him. “Hey, what’s up?”

Logan walked a few steps inside and set his backpack—which was still empty—down.

“I want to help you,” he said.

The sparks stopped and Leo pushed his welding mask up. He was sweaty, his cheeks flushed from the heat. “What? With this?”

Logan rolled his eyes and walked in to straddle the other end of the work bench. “The treasure. We need to find the treasure. Think how rich we’d be.”

Leo stared at him for a long moment, then took his mask off and set his equipment down. For a moment, his face looked thunderous. Logan thought he was about to tell him to get out, but the storm dissipated.

“This isn’t a joke to me,” Leo said evenly after another pause. “And it’s not some greedy game, either. That’s not why my dad looked for things like this. He loved history.”

Logan blinked. “You—you don’t want the money?”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Of course I do. What do you think the finder gets?”

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying don’t make me regret telling you. I’m saying my dad was never one to just pawn things off. He wanted things like that on display, for people to learn from.”

“How very, very noble and grand,” came another voice, and they both looked up to see Saint standing there. He had changed since the last time Logan had seen him. He was wearing a t-shirt that said New Orleans Saints.

“Saint?” Leo said.

“Hi there,” Saint gave a little salute. “I have a movie night to go to, apparently, a nice little godly sleepover, but I thought I’d stop by.”

“What are you doing…” Logan began warily.

“Well, come to think of it, there is something I hate.”

Leo tilted his head. “What is he talking about?”

“Not to mention,” Saint continued, and touched the bottom of the hanging compasses. He studied one, then looked at them and grinned.

“I do like gold,” Saint said.

#relic keel #relic keel lumosinlove #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #saint #Logan tremblay #Leo knut #finn o'hara #lelo #Luke deveaux #Marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #James potter #lily evans #jily #Harry Potter au

[celinamarniss]

This ship came up in the slack chat, and while no one exactly threw down the gantlet, I’m just that weirdo.

The Things You Find on Tatooine (implied Mara/Chewie. Sorry alienfuckers, this is sweet and not sexy)

"Chewie!" Han called as he stomped down the Falcon's corridors. "Hey, Chewie, what'd'you—" He was brought up short by a growl, a low rumbling growl that was the equivalent of "shut the fuck up" in Wookiespeak. The lights in the Falcon's lounge had been switched to half-power, and Chewie sat behind the dejarik table in the dim room, the girl curled up on his lap. The girl was asleep, her face pressed into the Wookie's fur, red hair spilling over the arm Chewie had wrapped around her. The girl who'd been found wandering in the desert, half-dead, her memories burned out by the sun or a bad hit of glitterstim—no one really knew. A teenage girl, freckled and pale-skinned and human. The only clue to her identity was a long, odd-looking burn that ran along her left arm. She'd ended up dancing—and probably offering a few other services to interested partons, Han assumed—at The Sarlac's Maw when no one came forward to claim her or confirm her identity. She was a good dancer, he'd heard. The girl who had pulled a knife from a trader's belt and stabbed him in the heart after he'd hit one of the other dancers. She'd just stood there with the bloody knife in her hand—as if she didn't care what happened to her next—when the Sarlac's bouncers came to drag her off and do stars knew what to her. Chewie had thrown himself between the bouncers and the girl, baring teeth and roaring loud enough to deafen a Chandra-Fan. The bouncers reconsidered. A deal of sorts was brokered, the sort of deal shouted across a crowded room along the lines of "take that girl and your wookie and get out of here and never return." Out on the street, Chewie had said a lot of things about how he would swear a life-debt take her far away from the cesspit that was Tatooine and protect her until the day she died. The big mushball. Han wasn't sure the girl understood a word of Shyriiwook, but she'd stared intently at Chewie and allowed him to guide her back to the Falcon. Han had pointed her in the direction of the washroom and dug up some clothes that might fit her. Then he'd lost track of both the girl and the hour as he plotted their next course alone in the cockpit. Maybe they could pick up a job on Alderaan. They would definitely not be welcome on Tatooine for much longer after stealing off with someone's dancing girl.  The girl who was now asleep in Chewie's arms. "Her name is Mara," Chewie rumbled softly. "Mara, huh? Well, she's sleeping in your bunk, not mine." "Yes, she is," Chewie agreed firmly. Han blinked. Did that mean—was that what he—were they? Han shook his head and moved past Chewie toward his bunk. You know what? None of his business. None of his business at all.

#celinamarniss made this #mara jade is my forever girl

[lavenderslemonade]

Playing Animal Crossing While in Quarantine HC

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Pure fluff

Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, Tamaki and Aizawa: Playing Animal Crossing With Their S/O While in Quarantine

I’ve been obsessed with animal crossing these past few days! If you want to visit my island some time or just chill, DM me and I’ll send you my switch friend code!

Also, if there’s another My Hero Academia peep you want me to do that isn’t on this list, leave me a message in my inbox and I’ll do them next! Also, please feel free to leave a comment!

Midoriya

- The two of you had the game pre-ordered and once you got it the two of you became hooked. You refuse to let Midoriya onto your island till you have everything set up how you want. However, Midoriya lets you visit his island frequently. He has a little park area on his island, a little picnic area where the two of you can have little dates since he can’t take you out on real ones.

- He won’t let you in his house. You don’t know why, but he won’t. Before you can get near it you see where he’s dug holes or blocked the entrance off with large items so you can’t get through. “Midoriya, I wanna see your house.” You state one day over the phone as you keep hitting the large fish tank he’s put in front of the door with your net.

- You finally get in one day when he accidentally takes the fish tank away when he hit the wrong button, and you just bolt inside. You hear him freaking out on the other end of the phone begging you to please not look at his house. However, it’s too late. It’s...actually not that bad. He has normal rooms much to your surprise.

- Midoriya starts chasing you around his house as you scope out what he’s done with the place. Bathroom, Kitchen, Bedroom, Living room, it’s all pretty normal. Then you get to the basement. You knew it was too good to be true. His basement is nothing but All Might. Midoriyas avatar is behind you sweating and freaking out. However, you reassure him that it’s okay, you’ve seen worse. No really, you went to Minetas island to be nice, and like I said, you’ve seen worse on that island.

- If there’s something in the Nook shop that he thinks you’d like he’ll buy it for you and surprise you with it the next time you come over. If there’s a fossil you can’t find, or one or two bugs you need for Blathers then he’ll try his hardest to find them on different islands and give them to you. If your anniversary or birthday was coming up and couldn’t spend it together during quarantine, he’ll try to come up with a surprise for you.

- You leave your switch for a few minutes to open a few gifts that your relatives had sent you through the mail, and get a piece of cake that your parent(s) got for you. You keep your switch on so Midoriya can run around your island and do as he pleases. While you’re away he begins planting flowers all around your house that he’s collected. Has a little picnic set and places it in the middle of the flowers. Luckily the flowers start to attract butterflys and different insects.

- When you come back your heart is warm from the display, and the two of you spend several hours just talking and doing little things together like collecting the bugs the flowers brought in or fishing.

Bakugou

- He has a switch, but he didn’t buy the game when it first came out. Why would he? It was too cute looking for his taste and he remembers some of the girls playing that stupid background music to help them concentrate while they studied back at UA. It drove him up a damn wall then, so why would he put himself through that torture now?

- It wasn’t till he became annoyed with you that he decided to get the game. You were one of the people that had the game pre-ordered and ever since you got it, plus went under quarantine, you’ve hardly paid Bakugou a lick of attention. He was on the phone with you trying to have a conversation, but whenever it was your turn to talk or answer a question your line was just dead. He’d call out your name snapping you out of your trance, and apologize to him due to you trying to catch a butterfly.

- It was okay the first few times it happened, but then it became annoying. How your line would be quiet then randomly “If I can’t one more fucking sea bass!” blares from your end causing Bakugou to nearly drop his phone in surprise. “Are you still playing that stupid fucking game!” He’d growl into his phone. Goes onto Amazon once the two of you get off the phone and order the game. He won’t pick up whenever you try to call him, which honestly makes you feel pretty guilty.

- However, your guilt flies out the door when you see the banner come across your screen stating a visitor was arriving. You rush to the docks to see who it is and you’re surprised to see a mini Bakugou avatar walk out of the little airport. Quickly, you grab your phone and call him. You had hit the joy emote as you waited for him to pick up, and as soon as he did you couldn’t help but squeal in excitement. “I can’t believe you got the game!” You’d state excitedly as you watch your screen.

- Then an ax appeared in his hand, making the color drain from your face. “Please don’t...” You whimper. Honestly you expected him to chop down all your tree’s, however he simply chased you for about five minutes. Once he’s cooled down he listens to you gush about all the little dates the two of you can go on, giving him a tour of your island, and even showing off the big fish you’ve caught. He’s a little irked because he’s just started the game and hasn’t caught fish as big as yours yet.

- He complains about his hate for Tom Nook. You watched as he tries to hit Toms tent with an ax to no luck. He goes around your island and shakes all the fruit out of your trees much to your displeasure though he drops his own fruit from his island in front of you stating he wants you to plant them.

- Bakugou has a shirt that looks like his hero outfit that he wears most of the time. If he’s not wearing that shirt then he has a regular black shirt with a skull on it. The Bakusquad usually visits each others island, though they don’t visit Denki’s as much since it’s about just as bad as Minetas. It’s not perverted like Minetas, but it’s not really put together well and he wears the dress that looks like it’s a bikini...

- Bakugou is known to uproot Mina’s flowers when she’s not looking to give to you later, and easily gets irritated if one of the bakusquad catches a fish he was trying to get.

- He tried to name his island Hell, but that’s not allowed. So he followed Jacksepticeyes example and named it Hel

- He has a large bed in his house so that whenever you come over you can crawl in with him and pretend that the two of you are cuddling. He has Moose on his island AND HE WANTS HIM GONE!

Todoroki

- He didn’t pre-order the game before it came out, in fact he didn’t even own a switch. He’s never really been that interested in video games, and has mostly been spending his free time reading and spending time with his siblings. You keep sending him images of fish you’ve caught, the small garden you’ve set up beside your house, and when you spotted a Wisp across the water. He could tell you were having a lot of fun, and was surprised to find out that Midoriya and the rest of Class 1-A was playing the game.

- Thus, he ordered a switch and the game so he could play with everyone. He sends a picture of his avatar once he’s gotten everything set up. Though, you’re not surprised that his character has white hair instead of red. You call him and answer any questions he has, helping him learn the ropes of the game. once he’s got a good bit of things done, and Timmy and Tommys shop has been set up, you allow him to visit your island. However, he won’t let you visit his yet.

- The two of you mostly goof around collecting bugs and fish. When the sun sets you have a bench near the edge of the water that the two of you sit on together. Todoroki starts a garden on your island just for you. Yeah, you have one that you started, but he wanted to start one where it’s just flowers he’s brought you. If he’s visiting a fellow classmates island and sees a flower he thinks you’d like or would look good in the garden, he’ll take a few thousand bells and drop it at the island owners feet before typing “I want the flower.”

- They’re not complaining because they got a dept to pay. Will go straight to your island and plant the flower.

- He has Marshal AND Raymond on his island, and honestly you feel a bit jealous. He’s converted pictures of you and the two of you together from his phone to the nintendo app so he can hang up pictures of y’all in his house. His house is honestly pretty simple, just like his dorm room. He even has a bamboo noodle slide beside his house. Actually a good chunk of his island has bamboo on it now, which doesn’t surprise you.

- The two of you actually dress up your characters to go on mini dates together. It grosses Bakugou out. “Why the fuck are y’all dressed like you’re about to go someplace fancy?!” Bakugou would type out while hitting Todoroki with a net much to his annoyance. When he’s bored Todoroki would make little outfits for you and send you the QR code. You mostly wear only what Todoroki makes now.

- He insist’s on helping you pay off your debt to Tom Nook, but you won’t let him.

Kirishima

- Like Midoriya he and you both pre-ordered the game. Surprisingly he’s played the past Animal Crossings as well. Before quarantine the two of you would actually listen to soothing animal crossing music when you study or were taking a nap. Your island is more developed than his since he doesn’t want to do the time jump cheat.

- The first room he has added onto his house is turned into a gym. He gets along so well with Tank, and usually can see his character running with Tank. Sucks at designing clothes so you designed him a Red Riot costume and emailed him the QR code. He lets you design different outfits for him and will put on little fashion shows for you. The two of you usually visit Sero and Minas island together, and sometimes Bakugou when he’s on (which is rare), and Denki’s.

- Everyone clicked the surprise emote when Denki appeared in the bikini dress. The two of you will go on fishing dates together, and if he catches a cute insect or a hard to catch fish, he’ll give it to you. One of the only things he’ll try is trying to grow a money tree, which surprisingly works.

- You logged on one day for one of your dates and he stated he had a gift for you. He’d hop off the bench y’all were sitting on and give you a huge stuffed bear from the Nook store. After that he’d take you to the town square where some of his villagers were singing Bubblegum KK.

- Has a large bed so the two of you can ‘snuggle’. His house is pretty ordinary, he keeps all his workout stuff in the back room. He’s the type that uses half his island to store the fish he’s collected to he an turn them in all at once. He’ll spend two-three days collecting fish nonstop, and then selling them to Timmy and Tommy. He see’s it as just a bit of revenge for the insane dept Tom Nook has put everyone in.

- He surprisingly pays close attention to the decor of your home. If there’s something he thinks you’ll like, he’ll build it and then change it’s color so it can fit with your homes aesthetic. Both of you download the nintendo switch app and convert photos of yourselves to put in your homes. He wants to go visit Tamaki, but you try to convince him not to since you know he’ll probably cause the older boy to have an anxiety attack with how hyper he is on the game.

- The two of you decided to be nice and visit Mineta’s island a.k.a “Hentai Island”. As soon at the two of you read the title you knew you were in trouble. His avatar frequently wears a shirt that has abs on it, and somehow it’s more disturbing than Denki’s Bikini dress. He tries to flirt with you in the game “Do I look manly enough for you now (y/n)?” you can basically hear him salivating from the other side of the screen.

- After that you and Kirishima vow never to go back. He’s not allowed on either of your islands either. Kirishima allowed him over once and he just kept staring at one of the pixel images of you Kirishima has on his wall. Luckily, while he was over Kirishima accidentally shook some wasps from a tree, and while he was running away they attacked Mineta.

Tamaki

- Both of you were too busy to pre-order the game, but Fatgum knew how much both you and Tamaki enjoyed Animal Crossing. He had actually caught the two of you playing on your break on your 3DS’s. He knew that some much was going on in your lives due to it being your final school year, plus the ordeal with saving Eri. Thus, he pre-ordered two of the games as a surprise for the two of you.

- However, due to not knowing when you’d get quarantined, once the games arrived he personally mailed them out to the both of you along with a little letter. When the two of you got your copies, you were surprised and ecstatic. Both of you sent a thank you text to Fatgum and began playing right away. Both of you spent a few days to yourselves, wanting to get your island organized and to surprise each other. You tried catching all the butterflies you could to give to Blathers and make the museum’s butterfly garden as nice as it could be!

- Neither you or Tamaki time jump since you want to experience the full calming effect of Animal Crossing. Tamaki honestly feels a bit intimidated by  Bam, but he loves Fuchsia. When the two of you finally visit he each other, you insist on going to his island first. He has flowers all around Fuchsia’s home and you could see a few buds sprouting around the new homes that were being built, his way of welcoming his new villagers.

- He’s made a large garden for you at the top of his island, where none of the villagers can really disturb the two of you. Because there’s nothing more awkward than Tamaki spending time with his S/O in a romantic setting and then trying to take them to the secret spot he set up just for Dom to be sitting on the bench meant for the two of you. He doesn’t want to be mean to the villager, however, watches from the side as you pull out your net and start thwacking Dom with it till he moves.

- Tamaki watched Dom leave, before joining you on the bench, and deciding to send the sheep some flowers as an apology for making him move. But like, it was a mini date for the two of you and he really wanted to watch the meteor shower with you from that said spot. And the end of the night you give him the outdoor picnic set you needed cherry blossom petals to make.

- On your island you tried your best to collect as many butterflies as you could along with a few other insects and koi for aesthetics to surprise Tamaki with. He’s honestly shocked with home many butterflies you had caught. With the time frame of some of them it means you’ve probably been up early in the morning to late at night trying to catch specific ones. Blathers probably has nightmares now about butterflies.

- Both of you aren’t really big fans of Tom Nook, but Tamaki loves Isabelle, Timmy and Tommy. Whenever Mirio and Nejire visit, it’s chaotic. The two of you will be chilling in the town square watching Marina sing into the mic that Tamaki set up for her, meanwhile Mirio and Nejire are chasing each other with nets and beating each other over the head. Mirio accidentally plucked one of Tamaki’s flower hybrids and Tamaki quickly clicked the distressed emote.

- Tamaki takes very good care of his plant life, literally going around and watering them everyday. So you were able to replicate the hybrid and planted it in the spot where Mirio had accidentally plucked the other one.

Aizawa

- Due to your busy schedules, Aizawa has a switch lite that he plays on when he’s taking breaks at school or when he’s just resting at home. Meanwhile you have a full on switch. Both of you pre-ordered the game and play it side by side at home. Aizawa is pretty resourceful with his materials, keeping things in his storage as to not waste room and going out to collect more stuff.

- His first two villagers were Rudy and Pashmina. You watched as his eye lit up at Rudy, knowing your boyfriend was crazy for cats. He tries to follow things step by step, collecting items to sell and pay off Tom Nook and steadily becoming frustrated with the more dept the damn raccoon put him in. Meanwhile, you’re using the time jump cheat to get things done quicker and make your island look like legit paradise.

- You’ve went to his island to find him catching fish and trying to give it to Rudy. He doesn’t really use emotes. A good bit of the time you see that he’s online, thus when you go to visit his island you’re surprised to see he’s not greeting you at the docks. You go to his house and you’re not surprised to find his avatar asleep on the bed. You go to the living room to see your boyfriend passed out on the couch, his switch resting against his chest as he snoozes away.

- You frequently bop him in the head with your net when you want attention, because he’s usually focused on completing tasks for Tom Nook and selling items to Timmy and Tommy. You finally stop when he pulls out an ax and just stares at you. You peek up from your switch in your chair in the living room and just see Aizawa glaring at you from the couch. “...I love you.” You’d state with the most innocent look you can muster.

- Barold moves onto Aizawa’s island and AIZAWA WANTS HIM GONE. You’d noticed online how the character had been getting a fair amount of disapproval, but it couldn’t be that bad. Well, Aizawa led you to Barolds house and you were amazed to see the surveillance stuff he has up, and you agree with Aizawa. Boi gotta go.  

- You decide to mess with him one day so you send all his students his switch friendship code, and Momo helps you design the schools uniform for the students. Some even make their hero costumes. When he gets on one evening he’s horrified to see all his students sitting in classroom chairs in the center of his island. Some of the villagers are passing by trying to talk to them, and you’re chilling on a bench. You walk over to your boyfriend and pull out a party popper and spray confetti over him yelling “Surprise! They wouldn’t pay attention on Zoom, so I thought they’d pay attention on here!”

- He just stares you down from his side of the bed. You refuse to look up from your switch to meet his irritated gaze.

- You’re not allowed on his island for a week.

#midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #tamaki x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons

[adonis-koo]

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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,  

Word Count: 12k

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Tags: dirty talk, vibrator toy, soft dom!jungkook, daddy kink, thigh riding, begging, penetrative sex, praise kink, the amount of pet names Jungkook uses should honestly be illegal, overstimulation, considerably soft sex, bondage, nipple play, semi dry humping, breathplay, heavy degradation: bitch, whore, slut etc, hair pulling, MC tries to be a brat and quickly finds out that’s a bad idea, rough manhandling, backtalking, pussy slapping, possession kink, punishment, size kink, I guess it’s a little late to clarify: hard dom!jungkook, spanking, vaginal fingering, humiliation, finger fucking, piss kink I’m sorry guys TwT, it’s really not that bad, MC wets herself :(, cock slapping, oral (m & f receiving) cock worship, deepthroating, in conclusion, don’t be a brat

Warning: This story touches on both sexual harassment and abuse, please read with caution if any of these things are triggers to you. Additional warnings will be given when a chapter presents them.

Who knew you could be so excited to wake up on two hours of sleep if you had the right motivation. Jungkook for once was acting like a zombie, forcing himself into the shower as you packed your clothes, he had insisted he stay the night at your house so you could get packed up given all that was left was to stop by his apartment and get his suitcase. But still! Despite his constant worry for this weekend you couldn’t help but feel a little excited.

You would be going to Las Vegas, every stripper's dream. Not only that but you’d be arriving earlier to check into your room and get prepared for the weekend, maybe excited wasn’t the right word but it was the only one you could think of. Shoveling last night's late night dinner left overs into your mouth as you danced around the room, Lana Del Rey shamelessly blaring on your speaker, “You got me spinnin’ like a ballerina!”

Jungkook leaned against the doorway, wet hair and a chuckle escaping his lips at the way you pounced around in his sweatshirt, suddenly turning around as your lips quivered into a pout, the sun had barely risen and blue light filled the room yet you could still make out his amused expression as you whined, “Hey don’t laugh at me! This is a good song-” Grabbing his hands you bounced around while fumbling with the lyrics, “You’re the bad boy that I always dreamed of, you're the king and baby I’m the queen of disast- Ow! Koo!” You suddenly whined as he ruffled your hair while laughing.

“You’re so adorable you know that princess?” Jungkook cooed, despite his worry he couldn’t help but smile at your excitement for the trip, whining you tried to push him away as he peppered your hair in kisses, “Need help packing anything?”

Pulling away a little you gave it some thought as he pushed the messy locks of hair from your face as you animatedly puckered your lips in thought, “Oh I know, can you get my laptop charger from my nightstand?” You squeezed out of his arms as you opened the middle drawer of your dresser, hunting down the black mini skirt you were positive you had put in here.

Humming to the music Jungkook walked over as he kneeled down, “Which drawer?” He called out as you huffed in frustration, struggling to close the drawer before opening the top on, this was where your tops where, surely it couldn’t have been up here right?

Unfocused you called back, “Uh- bottom drawer?” Gnawing on your lip you gasped at the sight of the black material you had been searching for, triumphantly pulling it out as you turned around to face Jungkook. Your face suddenly draining at the sight before fumbling, “W-wait…! Not that...drawer....”

“Oh my god.” Jungkook whispered, as you immediately folded into yourself wanting nothing more than to disappear into the void as you set the skirt on the dresser. It was quiet for another moment before you dared to look up again before crying up in embarrassment, “No! Jungkook put that down…! Hey stop laughing!”

You stomped your feet as Jungkook howled out laughing while examining your vibrator, “Holy shit, is this why you’ve been so broke? Babydoll you could have just told me,” You facepalmed as you covered your cheeks, you had accidentally told him the wrong drawer, thus leading him to the discovery of your mass collection of vibrators that you accidentally gained.

“Jungkook…! It’s embarrassing!” You whined stamping your feet again as you turned back around, flustered to hear him howling with laughter again.

Gagging on his own words he inhaled deeply to try and contain himself, “More embarrassing than me finding out you have a toy kink? Jesus baby, these aren’t cheap either, I mean, magic wand, lenina, gess ava.” He let out a whistle as you whined, turning to face him once more looking like a lost puppy, “If you were that needy you should’ve just came to me sweetheart, you know I would’ve been more than happy to help.” He tutted as he stood up fully letting his finger drag against the pastel blue silicon as he licked his lips, “Could’ve done me a favor and sent me a video at least. Bet you look hot as fuck with your legs spread fucking yourself with it.” Your thighs were beginning to become weak and your core becoming hot and sticky as you whined softly, Jungkook menacingly backing you against the wall before pressing a forearm to halfway cage you, “Did you think of me princess?”

Your body was trembling at the sound of him clicking the vibrator to life, the lowest setting humming softly in the silence of the room as he let it drag along your throat slowly, “Asked you a question kitten,” Jungkook’s voice lowered and deepened a little as he growled softly, “Did you think of daddy while playing with yourself?”

“Y-yes daddy.” You whimpered quietly, lips trembling as he circled it softly against your chest, clicking it up a higher setting that caused the hum to become a little harder, the thrum louder and his expression all the more intimidating.

Licking his lips Jungkook finally let a crooked smirk tug on his lips as he dragged the toy down your chest, “Why didn’t you tell daddy baby? You know he loves to play with you princess, loves making that tiny little pussy feel good.” Your hips were beginning to needily buck into the air between you both, having long since felt him and the strong desire to feel him again. Vibrators had been a temporary fix as you had been complaining to Rosé that your fingers just weren’t enough anymore, that’s when she suggested trying a vibrator. And one thing turned into another, and you wanted to explore all different kinds, sizes and shapes.

“Mmm daddy,” You whined softly, your eyes beginning to look doe like and watery when you were being teased, Jungkook clacked his tongue as you obediently answered, “Didn’t wanna bother you, please.”

As reward he slotted his thigh between your legs, your body eagerly grinding against it as you moaned softly, your panties soaked and his sweatshirt riding up to your hips as your clit rubbed in friction with his thigh as you whined softly. Jungkook grabbed onto your chin as he forced you to look at him, “Kitten you’d never bother daddy, look at you all needy for daddy, were toys not enough for that little clit?”

You choked a whine at the thrum of the toy dragging against your stomach, clicking up to the next setting causing the vibration to thrum strongly along your covered skin as your hips excitedly bucked against his thigh, your clit rubbing down and your soaking cunt beginning to form a wet patch over his joggers, “N-No! Need daddy, please…! Daddy please! Need you, need cum.”

Jungkook placed his free hand against your hip in encouragement as your hips rode against him in need as he hushed you, “Shh babydoll, daddy’s going to make that pretty little cunt feel so good. Isn’t that what you want kitten? You want daddy to make you cum all over yourself?”

It was shameful how quick your body was getting worked up and close to orgasming as you whined, hands curling against his shirt as your hips stutter, a loud cry leaving you as he pulled his thigh away.

Your hips needily bucking into nothing but air as your eyes began to water, “Daddy!” He hushed you once more as he tugged along your panties, making them drop in one motion before he grabbed at your left thigh, hauling it up to expose your wet cunt to the chilled air of the room as you whined, “Shhh daddy’s here kitten,” Jungkook pressed little kisses against your neck before letting the vibrator rub gently over your sensitive clit causing a sharp cry to leave your lips, your face burying in his neck with a moan as your hips rolled along the silicon, “Such a good girl for daddy, my poor baby’s cunt has been so needy without daddy’s help hasn’t it?” He rubbed the wand down your clit, slick with arousal as he rubbed along your sweet spot causing a loud whine to leave you as he turned the vibrator onto it’s last setting, “Shh that’s a good girl, my good little kitten, does your clit feel good baby?” Jungkook cooed out as your hips stuttered and you withered against his body with little whines.

Your clit burned and ached and pleasure was beginning to bloom in your body as you whimpered and your nails dug into his shoulders, “A-ah daddy! Daddy! Feels good- mmph! Feels so good daddy please, want cock! Want cock please.”

Your little hole ached to be filled up and fucked until your thighs were shaky, your mind hazed as he pulled the vibrator away from your clit causing a whine to leave your lips, “Does baby need daddy’s cock? Do you need daddys cock to cum babygirl?” Jungkook cooed out as he palmed his hard on, his cock throbbing and aching at the idea of filling you up. Pulling out his fully hardened members he gave the base a few tugs as he forced the moan back in his throat, “Daddy asked you a question princess.”

Wiggling against him you whined as he grabbed at your thigh once more, holding it up as you glanced at him with puppy eyes, “Please daddy, I’ve been good girl! Want cock please! Please!” His dick throbbed and you could see the precum dribbling from his bulbous, thick tip that laid up against his abdominal, positioning himself as best he could he forced the tip inside your unstretched hole.

A whine escaping you as you buried into his neck, “Shh, such a good girl for daddy, my good little kitten. Good little cunt taking daddy’s fat cock so well,” Jungkook praised as he gave a testing little thrust forcing a small whine from your lips as he moaned, pressing the tip of the vibrator back against your clit causing a yelp to escape you, harshly clenching around his thick size as he moaned softly, “Fuck sweetheart, relax, let daddy take care of his princess. I’m going to make you cum as many times as you want kitten.”

Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as you whined, trying your best to relax as his hips fluidly began to roll against yours, his thick size squeezing tightly inside you as the thrum of the toy forced your hips to tremble, “Shit babygirl,” Jungkook swore against your neck as he began to gently nibble against the soft skin, “Wanted to fuck you so bad you have no idea, to think my precious princess has been playing with her needy cunt all this time when I could’ve helped. You like that baby? You like daddy wanting to play with your pretty pussy?”

Your breathe was beginning to hitch and whines were escaping your throat left and right as your nails dug harshly into his shoulders, your walls clenching around his throbbing cock harshly as your mind focused on the way the toy thrummed into your clit with ease, “D-daddy, cum. Wan’ cum, please! Daddy…!” Tears were beginning to gloss over your eyes as you whined with frustration.

“Does baby need to cum?” Jungkook cooed, letting his cock bury all the way at the base inside of you as you whined out whither against him as he moaned softly into your neck, letting the toy circle around your sensitive bud as he sucked along your neck, “Cum kitten, be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s cock.”

Your walls rapidly clenched around him as squeals left your lips, your orgasm harshly running through your body as you cried out, tears beginning to streak against your cheeks as you babbled incoherently, “That’s it babygirl,” Jungkook cooed, easing you through your orgasm as he turned off the vibrator letting it fall to the ground so he could properly hold you, “Let that little cunt cream all over daddy’s cock.” Grabbing your hips he kept them still as he begin properly thrusting inside you, letting his hips become fluid and slow as you let out high pitched whines in sensitivity, “Shh daddy’s gonna fill that pretty little cunt until it’s dripping with his cum babygirl.”

He held your thigh up higher as you cried out with a sob despite your hips rolling with his as he began to angle his thrusts to hit along your g-spot, sensitive pleasure spiking through your body as you whined, “D-daddy it hurts…!”

“I know you can take it babydoll,” Jungkook growled softly, feeling the wet substance of your tears trickle against his neck as his cock throbbed inside you, “Don’t you want daddy to fill you up with cum? Let everyone know who his little girl belongs too? Mmm fuck kitten let daddy use that pretty cunt to feel good.”

Your walls harshly clenched around him as he used his free hand to gently circle your hypersensitive bud, a moan escaping him at the way you cried and whined, “Daddy! I’m…! Cum..! Cum again…!”

Your thighs were becoming heavy and shakier by the minute as he quickly began dragging his shaft along your g-spot as you cried out, “Oh yeah princess? Are you gonna cum again already? Does daddy’s cock make you feel that good sweetheart? Cum again for daddy.” He forced your next orgasm quicker than the last as he pressed harshly on your clit a mewl escaping your lips as you sobbed out, obediently letting the pleasure heighten in your body.

Jungkook buried his cock to his base inside you, letting his hips grind into yours as he moaned at the way your little hole sucked him inside, hands running along your body as he softly swore, releasing inside you as you felt his hot cum creaming deep inside you just as he promised.

After a few seconds Jungkook let his half hardened cock slip from you as he moaned, tugging you against his body as you sobbed softly, “Shh, you were such a good girl for daddy princess. But you need to let him know when your cunt is getting needy or else he can’t help.” Pressing little kisses against your forehead you whined as he thumbed away your tears with a small chuckle, “My precious baby, we’re bringing some of these to Vegas, let’s sit down and pick two out to take.” Setting you down on his lap he nibbled against your neck once more as he smirked, “Be prepared babygirl, I’m bringing silk ropes too.”

Jungkook couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping his lips. You were so fucking adorable, he couldn’t stop the affectionate gaze even if he wanted too. You had been so excited at the airport despite your whines about why you had to get there so early. He had eventually calmed you down with a snack and coaxed you into taking a nap as best you could. Arms wrapped around his bicep of course when you slept leaned against his shoulder which of course he had to document because you just looked so. fucking. cute.

Even now while bouncing in your seat, the plan had just landed yet nobody was moving yet causing an impatient whine to leave your lips, “Koo! When can we get off the plane.” Your pout didn’t cease as you grabbed his free hand that wasn’t holding his phone, playing with his fingers before measuring your hand against his. How was it possible for his hands to be so big? His fingers not only looked twice as big as yours but you’d even go as far as to say they looked tripled the size, his whole palm looked like it could crush your hand if it wanted too. And briefly you wondered how easier things must have been for him with such long fingers.

“Be patient babygirl,” Jungkook laughed, letting you whine as you continued playing with his fingers, “They’ll announce when we can exit the plane.” One thing you had learned was shockingly Jungkook was fluent in English to which you felt jealous over. You spoke it broken at best and had an easier time reading than speaking, let alone listening.

You nearly jumped out of your seat at the sound of the speaker directing everyone off the plane or so you assumed as Jungkook smiled, shaking his head as he hummed, helping you get the carry on bags before making your way to get the rest of your luggage. Things seemed so lively and bustling here and even in a foreign country where you both were shielded by face masks you weren’t dumb, you could easily see all the foreign girls checking him out making your lips tug into an angry pout beneath your mask.

Arm wrapping around him as he tugged you along with a happy hum not even giving your gesture a second glance. You knew it was wrong to feel jealous, especially when they were only staring but…! He was completely clothed! You could understand girls at Cherry Bomb ogling him when he was stripping that was completely understandable but he was…! They couldn’t even see half of his face!

“What’s up baby? You hungry?” Jungkook attentively glanced down at you as he raised his brows making you whine slightly as you nuzzled your nose into the sleeve of his jacket. Jungkook would tease you relentlessly if he ever found out you were jealous all because girls were glancing at him. Keeping yourself composed you shook your head as you yawned. You had only napped an hour and the jet lag and lack of sleep was beginning to take over your body, “Mm no, just sleepy.”

Jungkook did his best to not coo at you, it was like you were on the cusp of little space that he had been working so hard on getting you to feel comfortable slipping into- especially when in non sexual situations. It seemed the only time you slipped was during sex- and that was great and all but Jungkook didn’t always want you to be in little space all because of it. He wanted to enjoy it non sexually as well, and seeing your sleepy eyes and figure coiled against him had him leaping in victory internally.

Not aware of your childish true intentions.

“Well come on sweetheart, let’s get checked into the hotel and then we can take a nap sounds good?” Jungkook hummed out as you nodded, ready to get out of this god forsaken airport where women kept fluttering their lashes at him.

“You guys could have eaten on your own.” Jungkook rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat, arm curled around your shoulder as you yawned, rubbing your eyes as you pointed at the menu deciding what you wanted. Jungkook had translated for you though technically you could have made out the menu on your own. It was Jimin and Rosé of course who had insisted you all sit down for your ‘last supper’ despite already planning to go out for the night.

The flight had landed in early and it was going to be a busy day tomorrow between doing sound checks, preparing all the tables and chairs and of course the endless amounts of costumes and lingerie, “Oh shut up you just wanna bone Y/n, any other day you’d be volunteering for us to all eat.” Seokjin sipped on his drink as he glanced back at his phone, ignoring Jungkook’s blatant glare.

“I-“

“I mean he is right,” Namjoon shrugged, cutting Jungkook off once more as he scoffed, ruffled as he shuffled against your side obviously not liking being called out on his blatant behavior, “Y/n doesn’t even look that tired outside of jet lag.” It was true to be fair, you were tired but it wasn’t like you were dead. Jungkook had pressed his tongue into his cheek looking mildly annoyed but said nothing in return as the waiter brought back your order.

“Here you go ma’am.” You couldn’t fully understand what the waiter was saying in english but you couldn’t mistake the wink he sent you with a smile a little too friendly to be considered professional, your cheeks immediately flared and gaze dropped to the table before murmuring your thanks in english.

The arm that had been loosely wrapped around you suddenly tightened, though you didn’t understand what he said you could easily make out the uneasy shift in the waiters face as he gave a nervous laugh before nodding, quickly walking off as Rosé tutted, “You didn’t have to be such an ass Jungkook.”

“And he didn’t have to flirt with MY girl in front of me, but he did,” Jungkook scoffed, tugging you a little closer. Your cheeks burning even harder then before...his...his girl...you closed your eyes and before you could even stop yourself you pressed your hands on your face as Jungkook chuckled, “Don’t act shy babygirl, I know you like it.”

This child…! You did like it and that was the problem! Why...why was he saying you were his girl if…! It wasn’t like you were together! Hadn’t you already had this discussion? Just the idea made your cheeks burn as you settled to glance at the table. This wasn’t like before though, back when you both were still struggling to communicate, back when he acted like he owned all of your actions and body. Where his words would have been sneering and angry not only at the waiter but at you. No, this was different and you weren’t sure how to feel about it. What you did know was he was right; of course he was right, you did like being claimed.

Nibbling on your chicken tenders you watched as everyone bantered, snorting at the way Seokjin huffed about not being the most proclaimed handsome stripper at the event, “Don’t you laugh, you know it’s true, if it weren’t for both my handsome face and body this party would be dead.”

Swallowing thickly you chimed in at his words towards you, “Maybe but I’m sure the party could live without the snark and bad jokes.” Everyone was already cackling at your words as you shrugged, pretending to be more interested in your chicken tenders.

Rosé was gagging on her drink as Seokjin looked offended, scoffing out as he placed a hand on his chest, “My jokes are the best!” You could tell people were shooting your loud table glances but you couldn’t muster the will to care as you began to laugh with everyone, “Hey…! Okay listen- listen! How do you introduce a hamburger?”

Jimin and Jungkook were both already groaning as you snorted another laugh, “How?” “Meat patty!” The table erupted in groans as you threw your head back laughing more at them then the bad joke as Seokjin pointed at your basket, “We’re in America and you choose to eat chicken tenders? The vibes are stale.”

Pulling the basket closer you clacked your tongue, tilting your head as you gave a childish glare unappreciative at the unsolicited opinion, “Leave me and my tenders alone asshole.” You watched his mouth gape animatedly as everyone cried out again, “Hey I’m your elder!”

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.” You replied in a sing song voice as you all laughed, sipping on your drink as the conversation continued on, eventually cutting in as you began thinking about Seasonella, what was expected of you anyways? “What’s the shower order for Seasonella? I mean, how much performing are we talking about?”

“Soloist’s are usually on, four, five times a night?” Namjoon answered while taking a sip of his drink, “But fillers are usually on two to three times. Unless you’re real popular day one, that usually only happens to the big tit fillers.”

“Dripping wet too,” Jimin clacked his tongue as he added on, your brows instantly raised at their words. First being was Namjoon implying something in that sentence? Secondly wet? Wet as in….

“What?” You furrowed your brows, rubbing the back of your neck as everyone went quiet for a moment, Jungkook awkwardly pressing his lips together as it clicked in your head, your mouth opening and closing several times before finally getting a sentence out, “Oh hell no! Are you serious? We’re stripping stripping. Like, ass naked stripping?”

You felt your throat dry at everyone's confirmation as Hoseok piped in, “That’s the expectation in America, it’s just one less piece of clothing.” You knew he was trying to console you but you couldn’t stop your mind from spiraling. Yes it was just a pair of panties but that was your last sense of dignity!

No wonder Jungkook about blew a fuse when he found out you accidentally made the list, sighing he rubbed his forehead as he shrugged, you could tell he still wasn’t happy about this and having the reminder wasn’t helping, “You’re taking it better than I expected.”

Sinking back into your seat you sucked in a breath of air, “Well there’s not a lot I can object too, I mean, we’re in Las Vegas, there’s no going back now. And it is like Hoseok said...I mean I’ve been tripping this long now, what’s losing a pair of panties now? I’m sure it’ll be fine”

Sure you didn’t like the idea, but you also didn’t like the idea of flashing your tits every night when you first started at Cherry Bomb and now your tata’s were always on display. What happens at that hotel, will stay in that hotel though.

“Oh great,” Jungkook replied mirthlessly, “At least you’re feeling good about this because I’m not.” He sunk back into his seat with a childish look on his face making you roll your eyes. Why did he have to look so cute while brooding?

It had been a long time since you all had sat down and ate together and while Jungkook dragged his feet the whole time about it you thought it was great. Tired definitely, but it was fun to say the least. The others insisted on doing some shopping around but you wouldn’t deny the jet lag was beginning to get the better of you, taking note in that Jungkook had excused you both saying you’d all catch up later.

Keeping a hold of your hand you couldn’t help but nibble your lip at the sight, his hand was big...really big and the callouses you were used to brushed along the skin of your smaller hand, his grip firm but not tight or too loose. Just right. Yawning you leaned against him as he checked in at the lobby before leading you up to your room.

Shared room, to be precise.

You scowled at him in the plane when he first told you that he was able to make last minute arrangements so you both would stay together but thinking about it now, you weren’t going to complain anymore. You knew despite his outward appearance he still wasn’t okay with you being here and if it made him feel better knowing you’d be in his room when you weren’t working then you wouldn’t say anything about it.

You wouldn’t lie either, something about sharing a room together made your stomach all warm and fuzzy. You both had gotten changed into more comfortable loungewear and while you wanted nothing more than to bury deep in the thick soft blankets- perks of staying with the most popular stripper- you still had plenty of work to do.

Jungkook had been on his phone, headphones in ears finding his own songs while you were scoping your laptop, headphones also in searching for music to use this weekend. Jungkook had told you choreography wasn’t as dominant in dances here and while you could do it it wasn’t highly stressed.

Groaning he shifted around in his spot before letting his face bury into the open space between your laptop and stomach on your thighs, “What?” You tugged an earbud out of your ear as you glanced down at the brooding dark head of hair, this expression all too familiar.

“Can’t we just fake that you’re sick or something?” Jungkook asked with a muffled voice, his warm breath tickling along your thighs as he nuzzled his nose against the crevice between them. Rolling your eyes despite your soft gaze, it was hard to begrudge him when he was so concerned for you.

Pausing spotify you pulled your other earbud out before letting your hand bury in his soft thick hair, he jolted slightly at the unexpected sensation before relaxing once more, a pleasant noise escaping him at the feeling of your nails gently rubbing along his scalp, “Koo I’ll be fine, look…” You sighed softly as you stroked through his hair, “I know you’re worried, but there’s nothing we can do about it now. So let’s just enjoy ourselves while we can...I mean maybe it’s me but…” You felt the giddy smile tug on your lips as you hummed, “I think it’s cool we’re in Las Vegas, so let’s just enjoy it while we have the chance.”

He gave a childish muffle in objection but didn’t say anything else, looking like a stretched out cat purring at his hair being played with, you couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping your lips as you teased, “Do you like your hair being played with?”

“Shut up and keep going.” Jungkook grumbled, maybe a little bit in embarrassment while stretching his arms over your thighs before making himself comfortable. Tenison you hadn’t even realized he had been carrying was beginning to slip from his shoulders as he let out a small yawn, eyes closed and nose nudging at your thighs, “Damn, your thighs make a great pillow baby. Love being close to that cunt.”

He started laughing as you scowled at his words, of course he had to ruin it! Hurriedly setting your laptop on the nightstand as you attempted to try and get him off you as he wrapped onto your legs, “Stop whining, you’re supposed to be my pillow.” He was the only one truly whining though as he tried to keep a hold on you.

“Stop talking about my vagina like it’s a body pillow!” You screeched causing him to snort another laugh as he finally got up, easily rangling you and getting you caged in his arms despite your objection.

“Do I look like an anime nerd to you babydoll? Hm?” You whined at the warm tongue dragging a stripe up your neck, your body warming up as Jungkook’s breath fanned against your ear, “Do you really think I’d treat something as pretty as your cunt like that?”

Whining you wiggled once more, “You were streaming hentai from your phone onto the TV last Thursday!” That caused another laugh to erupt from him as he pulled away from you, unable to stop the laugh from escaping your own lips as you groaned, pressing your hands against your face, “Tentacles? Seriously?”

“Shut up you little shit,” Jungkook growled playfully, fingers suddenly grabbing at your waist, squirming you could feel tears spring into your eyes as you cried for him to stop his merciless tickling, “Nu uh, not until you admit tentacles are at least a little hot.”

“They’re..disgusting! Ow!” You cried out laughing as he continued tickling down your waist, “A-ah! Jungkook! Ah! Fine, they're hot!” You whined as you kicked your feet beneath him. Triumphantly Jungkook leaned up, straddled against your hips as he ran a hand through his hair, smirking down at your figure that was ready to curl up, “They are, but you wanna know what I think is hotter,” He didn’t bother to give you a chance as he grabbed your chin making you look at him as he leaned in a little closer, “You tied in silk rope.”

Your lips began quivering and Jungkook lived to see those pupils blow out all puppy like for him, tutting he gave your cheek a soft pat, “Wait.” It was a soft demand as he stood up, you only curled up into a ball, hugging his pillow against your body as you let out a small whine at the pastel pink silk tie that was revealed from his bag. Jungkook’s gaze softened at the sight of your curled up figure, kneeling down to be at eye level with your figure as he brushed a strand of hair from your face, “Shhh princess, you’re shaking, are you nervous?”

You squeezed his pillow a little tighter, burying into the soft fabric that unfortunately didn’t carry his smell, but rather the hotel fabric softener, “A little…” you murmured timidly as he sighed, sitting on the bed as he let his fingers trace down your face.

“Roll over kitten.” You whined again, squeezing the pillow once more as Jungkook tutted, grabbing your shoulder it didn’t take more force for you to obediently let go and let your back flush against the mattress once more, straddling your hips Jungkook was careful to distribute his weight as he comfortingly ran his hands down your waist, “Look at me sweetheart,” shuffling beneath him your lips twisted into a sulky pout before glancing up at him, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want too, okay babygirl? Just say the word and we’re done,” he squeezed at your skin reassuringly, “Tell you what, how about you give me a safe word? Any word you want princess, it’s yours.”

Letting your gaze drop in surely you thought about it for a moment, shuffling in an attempt to get comfortable once more before feeling your face become hotter, “...April?”

“April?” Jungkook repeated, tilting his head a little, as if not expecting your pick of word to be that. He had heard plenty in his life, most obscure, like a favorite cereal, color, but he had never heard one like this before.

Feeling your face flush you nervously shifted as you murmured, “Y-yeah...um- the month we first met...It- it was Seulgi’s birthday...April.” Jungkook pressed his lips together for a moment, his heart feeling all warm and fuzzy at the distant memory, the moment your fates had been sealed together.

“I love it babydoll.” Jungkook murmured fondly, true to his word he never had a safe word that held sentimental value not just for his sub but for him as well, a girlish smile appeared on your lips as he pressed a chaste kiss against your forehead. A sudden whine escaping you at his hands grabbing your wrists, pulling them effortlessly over your head before grabbing the silk ties, “You look so fucking pretty in pink, you know that sweetheart?” Jungkook hummed as he expertly began wrapping the tie around your wrists, securing your binds against the headboard as you gave them a testing tug, your body suddenly warming in excitement at being so laid bare for him even if you were completely dressed.

Jungkook pressed a soft kiss against your neck letting his tongue drag down the warm skin as you let out a breathy whine, teeth nipping at your skin for you to hush despite his hands pushing under your shirt. You squirmed beneath him as you felt your panties beginning to stick to your wet folds as Jungkook pushed your shirt above your chest, your tits soft and on display for his appraising gaze as you whined, tugging at your restraints in futile attempt to cover yourself.

“Nu uh baby, just relax, I’m gonna take such good care of your pretty cunt sweetheart,” Jungkook hushed you as he leaned down letting his tongue drag against your left nipple forcing a whimper to escape your throat, your hips trying to buck into his as he parted his lips, sucking the bud making a breathy moan escape your lips.

“Mmmhp! Jungkook,” you whined as he cupped your other breast in his hand, squeezing gently as his fingers toyed with your hardening nub while sucking against the other.

Jungkook rewardingly lowered his hips letting you excited buck into them searching for his half hardened cock, pinching your right nipple between his fingers making you squeak as you whined, “P-please…!” Letting his lips popped from your tit Jungkook glanced up at you with a lazy smirk, eyes somewhat delirious as if addicted to your taste, “Please what princess?” Your lips trembled at the way his hand brushed over your neck, wrapping around it delicately, thumb stroking your artery, “Use your words baby.”

Your face was getting hotter by the moment, just as you parted your lips he suddenly squeezed your neck airflow cutting off as a loud moan escaped your mouth, “Mmm fuck,” Jungkook grinded his hips against yours, “You like my hand wrapped around that pretty throat baby? You keep moaning like a little bitch everytime I squeeze.” His smirk became more twisted as he parted your legs, letting his hardening cock run against your covered sticky cunt, your sweatpants beginning to show a wet patch.

Your ears felt like they were on fire as you parted your lips to speak once more only for Jungkook to squeeze against your neck once more, a needier moan escaping as your hips rubbed against his, “Look at my pretty little whore,” Jungkook cooed as you cried out a gurgle as he squeezed his thumbs harsher into your artery, his fully hardened cock swollen and imprinted into his sweatpants as he rubbed it along your clit, “You like being all tied up and left to my mercy babygirl? Made to take what I give? You like being forced to choke on your own words?”

Tears were beginning to spring into your eyes as you whined, another gurgle escaping you as he squeezed your neck holding it longer making a strangled moan leave you as your eyes fluttered shut, “Oh my, someone’s little cunt has made a mess hasn’t it?” Jungkook tutted as he released your throat, “Look at your cunt kitten.”

Your lips were trembling and your eyes watery but you felt your lips twitch and without even realizing it you had let out a pathetic bratty whine, you didn’t want to look at the mess you made.

Jungkook’s brows shot up as a scoff left his lips at your attempt to challenge him, roughly grabbed your hair, a whimper escaped you as he yanked it forcing you to look down at your exposed body, “I said: look at your fucking little slutty cunt princess. Are you trying to disobey me now?”

You sobbed as a whimper escaped your lips as you watched his hand harshly slap your throbbing pussy, “No! I don’t wanna!” You gurgled as you struggled against his tight grip on your hair, whines escaping you as he roughly yanked your hair.

Tears beginning to drip down your cheeks as Jungkook sneered, “Well too fucking bad princess, look at this little wet mess you made, what happened to being my good girl huh?” He snapped as he yanked on your hair, your scalp throbbing in pain as a whine escaped your lips making him growl, “Tell me; who does this cunt belong too huh?”

You let out a loud defiant whine, watery eyes glaring as you struggled against your bonds, your mouth faster than your head as you shot back, “Maybe I should ask Jimin.” Your lips suddenly quivered as if realizing just what you had said as Jungkook’s expression twisted from anger to seething. You had royally fucked up.

Your pants completely ruined and wetness soaking through them as Jungkook’s hand made it’s way back up to your throat, roughly squeezing against it making you wheeze as he snarled, “I’m going to fucking ask you again you dumb bitch since you didn’t get it right the right time; Who does this fucking belong too?” Jungkook growled, his hand spanking harshly against your cunt once more as a sob bubbled in your throat despite the whine of defiance, your pussy throbbing in need of stimulation as he slammed his hand down against it once more, “You’re walking on a fine line you slut, keep fucking acting like a brat I dare you. Who does this fucking belong to? Watch.” Jungkook snarled as he forced your legs wider, tears dripping down your cheeks as you rapidly shook your head, “Make me!”

Sneering Jungkook grabbed you by the hair, “Fine you bratty bitch. Watch.” A shriek left your lips as your scalp burned, yanking your head to look at your soiled pants, forced to watched his hand spank against your cunt once more the pain making your walls clench around nothing in excitement as you sobbed, finally cracking as you cried, “It belongs to daddy. A-ah! My pussy belongs to daddy.” He slammed his hand on your cunt once more, this time cupping it as he let your hips rock into his palm.

“That’s right princess,” Jungkook sneered, anger burning in his gaze that had become harsh and domineering, “Your little cunt belongs to daddy, not too Jimin, not too anyone. Just daddy. You’ve been such a disobedient brat and that calls for punishment.” Your lips quivered and tears blurred your stern view of him as you whined.

Jungkook didn’t soften though as he gritted his teeth, “Look at this fucking mess princess, daddy could just slip his fat cock inside you couldn’t he? How could I punish this bratty cunt into behaving?” You squirmed beneath him at the idea, his thumbs hooking around your pants and panties before tugging them down, throwing them over his head without a single care as you whined, attempting to close your legs.

“Don’t you fucking dare try and hide that pretty cunt from daddy, be a good little bitch and keep your little pussy on display.” Jungkook snapped, grabbing your legs as he pried them open again, a whimper leaving you as he forced your glossy cunt on display as you tugged futilely at your restraints, “Someone’s wanting to be a fucking brat today,” Jungkook sneered, letting his fingers run through your slippery folds as you choked out a moan at his fingertips teasing against your clit, his hand suddenly rearing up and slapping down against your exposed cunt once more making a loud cry leave your lips, “Somehow I think you like pissing daddy off, right kitten? You like watching your pussy get spanked?” Your hips nearly met the strong force of his hand as it throbbed in pain, your eyes watery as you whined.

“N-no daddy…! Please! Don’t want my pussy spanked! I’ll be a good girl!” You cried out as he ignored you letting his hand smack against the sensitive skin once more, “A-ah daddy please!” Jungkook paused as he tutted, grabbing your cheeks as he wiped away the fat tears that trickled down your face, “I’m daddy’s good girl! No punishment please!”

“Then why have you been such a fucking brat?” Jungkook gritted his teeth showing his anger, forcing you to keep his stern gaze as he growled, “Show daddy you’re a good girl and use your words, what do you want?” Jungkook asked, keeping hold on your chin as your lips quivered, eyes beginning to water again.

Couldn’t he tell what you wanted? Why did you have to say it? Jungkook clacked his tongue, suddenly grabbing your waist as he managed to roll you over onto your stomach, “Good girls use their words.” You cried out loudly at his hand suddenly slamming against your ass, the sharp sting making your hips buck into the bed, you weren’t even given a chance to speak as he smacked his hand down against your other cheek this time your body squirming as tears dripped down your face, “If you’d use your words I wouldn’t have to punish you. But someone wants to piss daddy off doesn’t she? You like being a little slut? You want to be punished and used like the fucktoy you are?”

You let out a defiant noise, your face scrunching angrily as you took the next spanking, the sharp sting in your ass had your eyes blurring as you growled defiantly, “I’m not daddy’s fucktoy!”

His hand suddenly grabbed full of your hair, roughly yanking it as you cried out, “Are you gonna say that when daddy uses you like one?” He snarled as he used his other hand to slam down against your ass a loud yelp escaping your lips as a red mark in the shape of his hand was surely imprinted, “Do you think this is a fucking game?” He snarled in your ear, “You like being a fucking brat when daddy was going to spoil you?”

You whimpered at the feel of his fingers suddenly shoving inside you, curling into your g-spot as you cried out, the sudden squeeze of your bladder making your face hot as you squirmed to close your legs. Suddenly backtracking as quickly as possible as apologies spilled from your lips, “Daddy! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! P-please!” You whined apologies left and right as your walls clenched uncomfortably.

Jungkook only gritted his teeth yanking your hair once more as you cried out, forcing a second finger inside you as he spat out, “You’ve missed your opportunity to apologize you spoilt brat, if you wanna be a good girl take your punishment.” Your eyes began to water again as your bladder pulsed in discomfort, your thighs trembling as he continued to curl his fingers into the soft little spongy spot, “D-daddy…! Please…!” Your cheeks were burning in embarrassment as you cried, “I-I need to pee…”

Jungkook paused his movement as he let go of your hair, for a split second you thought he was actually going to listen as he leaned down, letting his lips brush against your ear, “Awh does my little baby need to potty?” He roughly jammed his fingers back into your g-spot, “Too fucking bad you dumb bitch,”

Tears began rapidly dripping down your cheeks as he began to finger fuck you, thrusting his fingers into your g-spot harshly, “What are you gonna do baby? I’m not stopping until you cum all over yourself? Are you gonna be a disgusting little bitch and piss all over yourself? Is my little slut gonna wet all over the bed?” He taunted as he curled his fingers continually into your g-spot making you sob into the pillow as your walls squeezed tightly in discomfort despite the pleasure beginning to well in your body.

“No! Daddy no! Please! Please! Don’t want to! Please I’ll be a good girl! I’ll listen! Daddy stop please! I’m going to pee myself!” You muffled into your pillow cries as his other finger began to rub into your clit making your walls tremble and squeeze as you breathed moans into the fabric.

“You have a safe word for a reason you slut,” Jungkook growled, forcing a third finger into your cunt as you cried harder, legs trembling wildly as your orgasm became impending, “Fucking use it princess, if you need to potty that bad use it.” He snarled, crying into your pillow you let out a defiant whine, though defiant a silent okay that you were fine, this however only made him sneer, “You fucking like this you nasty whore, you like wetting yourself all over the bed? Making a big fucking mess for everyone too see who owns your pussy?”

Your walls were beginning to rapidly clench as you cried out, “Cum! Daddy cum! I’m…! Im…!” Your bladder was squeezing so harshly there was no way you could possibly hold it in, shame was beginning to gloss over your hazy figure as tears welt back into your vision.

“Cum you dumb little bitch, show me what a nasty fucking whore you are, piss all over this goddamn bed, do it you slut.” Jungkook taunted, his fingers jamming into your g-spot and others finding the sweet spot of your clit making a muffled scream escape you as your body snapped harshly, tears falling down your cheeks in humiliation despite the mind blowing pleasure as the liquid began trickling from your body, “See that you disgusting fucking whore?” Jungkook sneered as you cried in humiliation, his hand slapping against your ass, “Keep going, keep making a fucking mess all over the place, do you like peeing all over yourself? Do I need to put my bitch in a cage to potty train her?” 

You had never felt so turned on and humiliated at the same time as the liquid spewed from your hole, his fingers having escaped from inside you but continued rubbing into your clit, your body relieved making your next orgasm spike violently as you cried, “N-no daddy! I’m good girl! I’m daddy’s good girl.” It was cried in defeat before the loud moan escaped you, his fingers digging into your clit as the orgasm ripped through you a thousand times more pleasant then the last as his grip began to soften as he helped you ride out your high, your legs trembling softly as you tears dripped down your cheeks.

“Mmm such a good girl,” Jungkook cooed softly at your trembling figure that weeped softly, “You took your punishment so well babygirl, shhh.” He untied you’re restrained as he scooped you up into his arms, puppy like eyes glancing up at him as you sniffled, “Such a good girl, my good baby, let’s get you cleaned up princess.” You let him carry you all the way to the bathroom, setting you up on the counter as he turned on the shower, warming up the water as you shuffled, cheeks still pulsing as you pulled off your shirt.

Stripping himself you couldn’t help but focus on the sight of his cock standing proudly against his abdominal, his thick bulbous tip was a painful red and precum was rapidly oozing making a mess of his chiseled stomach, “Unless you’re volunteering to help it’s rude to stare baby.” Jungkook clacked his tongue, winking at you playfully as your lips quivered into a shy pout letting him pick you up, legs wrapped around his waist as you set your chin against his shoulder, “Down baby, I can’t wash you if you’re stuck to me like this the whole time.”

You wrapped your legs around him tighter as he groaned, “For someone who just got punished I would’ve thought you’d listen better.” He complained as he grabbed hold of you by the ass, a whine leaving you as he purposely squeezed against the sensitive skin, keeping you steady on one hand as he began running a hand through your hair, “Such a brat.”

“You just had to make me piss myself didn’t you?” He snickered at your dry words, cheeks warming again as you buried into his neck, “Did I get any on you?” You felt even more embarrassed but you had to know. How was that even hot for him? More importantly why was that even hot for you?

“Yeah,” You shuffled against him in a loud whine of objection making him howl out laughing, shifting his grip on you as he peppered your head in kisses, “Oh hush I was the one that made you do it, I mean honestly I thought you’d chicken out and use your safe word to use the bathroom. But I guess my baby has big balls huh? Wanting to prove she can take it? Or does she just like being forced to take it?” You...Maybe he was right, you knew you could have stopped at any moment, but just like Jungkook you could be stubborn in your own way too, you did want to prove you could take it, no matter how embarrassing, “Maybe, but we are never doing that again.”

Snorting Jungkook smacked your ass making you jump, successfully getting you to jump off him, “So she says until next time she has to pee during punishment. Clean that pussy princess.” You glared at him turning around to face the hot water as you began cleaning yourself up, “Blame Rosé okay? She’s the one that insisted we get venti size from Starbucks while you guys were getting us a taxi.” It was true, apparently they had different flavors in America and Rosé had bought for you both, you didn’t realize Jungkook was gonna try and jump on your vagina as soon as you got in. Or else you would have made a point to use the bathroom as soon as you checked into the hotel.

“Or you could just owe up to the fact that you thought being humiliated into pissing yourself was hot...But hey whatever something’s are better left in denial,” Jungkook shrugged casually as you whipped around glaring at his cheeky expression, “What? Don’t give me that look, you’re too hot when you’re pissed off.” You groaned as you rubbed your forehead, eyes peeking down only to see his raging boner looking all the more irritated, you thought for sure he’d be half softened by now.

“...Are you sure you don’t need help?” You felt a little bad watching his cock throb and bob as if seeking friction, in fact, it was a miracle he wasn’t stroking off in front of you. Your thoughts had came too soon though as you watched Jungkook smirk, his gaze dropping to his hardened dick before gripping the base, you felt yourself swallowing thickly as you watched his hand slowly pump up to his tip that was a deeper shade of red, precum instantly dripping from his slit, “Is that an invitation?” Jungkook purred, making your lips tug into a pout, “Don’t be shy on me now babygirl, I’m stroking my nice fat cock just for you sense you’re so concerned. Don’t you wanna get on your knees and worship it?”

You felt like something was stuck in your throat at the way his hand pumped himself with such ease, his body relaxing at the way your lips pressed against his skin, eyes fluttering shut as he kept a steady rhythm against his cock, your kisses fluttered down his chest as you slowly began to kneel, letting your tongue drag down his v line as the soft moan escaped his lips. His cock throbbing in excitement as his lidded gaze opened to the sight of you kneeled and naked before him, “Go on princess, suck that cock, wanna cum all over that pretty face.” You jumped a little as he smacked your cheek with its thick shaft, “C’mon open that little mouth.”

Meekly you’re parted your lips, letting him push his tip inside your mouth as he sighed a moan, letting his head drop back and his hand rest against your head, letting thread your head as he stroked your hair, “Fuck...that’s my pretty little girl, keep going sweetheart. I know you love this cock, always so willing to get on your knees for me. How much do you love my cock baby?” Your hands wrapped around his base as you began pumping him, letting your lips pop from his tip as you felt your eyes blurring though unsure if it was from the shower, “Love your cock, wanna make daddy cum, wanna make him feel good.” You babbled out as you took him back into your mouth.

You gave a muffled whine as you felt his hand gently begin to push you further to take more of his cock, “Such a good fucking girl for daddy aren’t you kitten? You love worshipping daddy’s cock don���t you babygirl? So willing to get on your knees for him- mmm fuck,” he kept his eyes shut as you hollowed your cheeks, carefully taking him down your throat despite your jaw aching and your throat harshly burning, “And you know what good girls get? Rewards. Mmm my good little princess, gonna eat the soul from that cute tiny pussy just you wait sweetheart.” His encouragement was making you bob your head, preening under his praise as he let out another breathy moan, “Jesus fuck babydoll, just like that.”

You pulled off him as you gasped for air, whining at his thick cock suddenly smacking your cheek again, “Who said you could stop sucking princess?” Jungkook grabbed you by your cheeks, squishing them in your hands as the lip tugged on your lips, he looked like he was trying his best to keep a scornful expression but was failing due to your cute squished face, “Is daddy’s big cock too much for my baby? Thought you wanted to make me cum? Make daddy feel good?”

Jungkook let his lips tug into a smirk as his eyes lidded, grabbing his cock as he smacked your cheek with it again, “I guess you aren’t that good of a girl baby…” he chuckled at your whine as you opened your lips once more, letting you take him back in your mouth more determined this time as you hollowed your cheeks once more, taking him until your nose nuzzled against his pubic bone. The noises you made had to be unattractive at this point as you bobbed his throbbing cock, his grip against your head loosened and his breath hitches letting you know he was close, “Mmm fuck, fuck, fuck babygirl, you treat me so fucking well princess, be a good girl and keep going.”

He could barely get his words out before he suddenly bucked his length back down your throat a gag escaping you as your eyes blurred once more, a growled moan escaping his lips at the way your little throat strained around him as he released, not even being given a choice to spit out his cum as you felt the warm salty substance trickle down your throat.

You stilled for a moment as his breathes heaved, running a hand through his wet hair as you gently pulled him of out of your mouth, coughing slightly as you rubbed your face. After another moment Jungkook pulled himself together as he offered a hand to you, pulling you up before pecking your nose, “Thank you babygirl.” You suddenly felt bashful at his sincerity, turning around sheepishly to face the shower once more.

Chuckling at your shyness Jungkook hugged you from behind peppering kisses along your shoulder as he helped you get cleaned up.

He was attentive in making sure to dry you off too, rather than get you new clothes however you nearly yelped at your towel suddenly being tugged off and pushed onto the front of the bed, “J-Jungkook! What…! Ah! What are you doing!?” You cried out barely able to fumble your words as he spread your legs, hauling them over his shoulders as he began planting wet kisses against your inner thighs, a whole new level of arousal awakening in you as you whined, “Koo! I’m tired…”

Letting his tongue drag closer to your cunt that was easily beginning to stir Jungkook paused his movements, “I told you I was gonna eat the soul from this little pussy, you’ve only came twice babydoll, don’t act all put out.” Your cheeks were beginning to throb as your lips quivered at his words, talking about two orgasm as if that was nowhere near enough for him, “Just relax babydoll, no more being mean I swear,” He teased lightly as he pressed little kisses against your pubic bone.

 “I just wanna be buried in my babygirl’s cunt for the rest of the day making you cum again and again. Just lay back and relax sweetheart,” he nudged your thigh with his nose, “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he parted his lips as he licked a bold stripe up your cunt, a whine escaping you as his hot wet tongue teased past your sensitive clit, a small whine bubbled in your mouth, your thighs shaky as they pressed against his head.

“Mmm you’re so fucking pretty you know that babygirl?” Jungkook cooed softly, setting your thighs down from his shoulders as pulled up to kiss your nose against, letting his lips pepper down your neck as he hummed, “So fucking pretty,” he nibbled against your collarbones making you squirm beneath him with another whimper, “I know I shouldn’t be jealous,” He growled against your skin, “But I can’t stop fucking thinking about this weekend, about how many people are going to...touch you...how many people will get to see your body, I know I shouldn’t be but I am.”

He squeezed your waist for emphasis as he kissed down your stomach, “I can’t fucking stand it babygirl, I don’t wanna share this sight with anyone and it drives me so fucking insane, if anything happens- and I mean anything you call me.” Jungkook kneeled down as he parted your legs, kissing against your clit making your legs kick as you moaned, cheeks throbbing at his confession as he continually kissed it, “I don’t care how little of a problem it is, you fucking call me.” He growled, taking your clit into his mouth as he lathed against it, a sharp cry escaping your lips as you moaned his name, “Mmph! Jungkook!”

Hands grabbing at his soft wet hair as you tugged against it, “If anyone- anyone hurts my babygirl I swear to god,” You could feel your impending orgasm getting closer and closer, something about his jealousy turning you on even more as your back began to arch, “I’ll crush them,” He released your delicate bundle of nerves from his mouth before letting his tongue lap around it swirling until he hit your sweet spot sending another sharp cry from your lips, “I’ll feed them their own fucking teeth babygirl, you are so goddamn precious to me, I don’t know what I’d do if someone hurt you.” 

Sucking harshly against your clit your legs were shaking as Jungkook pulled your legs over his shoulder, completely devouring you as your breath hitches and whined escaped you, your back arching and tugging his hair as you a soundless cry left your lip.

Your orgasm was so close you could feel it, and just as it was about to rip through your body the loud knock on the door jolted you both, a whimper escaping you as you rapidly squirmed beneath Jungkook, “Hey, hey, hey shhh,” Immediately noticing your panic at being so exposed Jungkook covered you with his body, calming you down as he pressed little kisses into your neck, “Shhh you’re safe baby,” grabbing the fresh shirt he had set on the bed from before he tugged it over your head, your body still trembling and whines escaping you at his lack of closeness.

The door knocking again making you jump as your eyes started tearing up, “Oh baby shhh,” Jungkook cooed, pulling the shirt down to cover your body before gently thumbing your cheeks, “In a minute,” He shouted turning to glare at the door unappreciative to whoever was being demanding, “Asshole.” Jungkook muttered under his breath as he pressed a kiss against your forehead, straightening up as you whined, frantically trying to grab onto his shirt to keep him close, “Baby, sweetheart hey,” Jungkook kneeled down again at the little tears trickling down your cheeks, ignoring the knock on the door once more as he cupped your cheeks, pushing the tears away as he cooed softly, “I’m not going anywhere princess, I just need to answer the door, I’ll be right here, okay?”

“Okay.” You bubbled, a few more stray tears trickling down your cheeks as pressed another kiss against your forehead before standing up, quickly slipping on clothes as he walked to the door before opening it slightly. Wiping your eyes you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down from your emotional high you always reached after being in such a sexual state for so long.

You could only see Jungkook’s back and part of his side profile but you could spot his brooding shoulders and irritation from a mile away, “Yeah she’s here, why?” You could tell his posture was becoming more defensive by the moment as your attention perked up, rubbing your eyes as you wobbled towards the nightstand, your cheeks warming at the sight of the venti sized stain in the sheets. You were going to kill this man.

Taking a sip of water before setting the bottle down, you carefully wobbled your way over to Jungkook, the only ‘her’ in this room was you, which meant somebody Jungkook wasn’t familiar with was asking for you. And given his confession just a few seconds prior of not wanting to share you, his expression was nearly a sneer by the time you wobbled up to him. Peering from behind his broad back you recognized the figure immediately Diego Friar, the son of the client who held Seasonella.

“Oh….um...hi?” You were still trying to recover from your emotional state of mind as you timidly dropped gaze, tugging at your shirt, suddenly noticing the marks from the bondage you had been previously tied up too still prominently stained into your skin, feeling slightly self conscious your lips quivered a little, Jungkook immediately noticed your outer shy demeanor, huddling back against you with his broad figure once more protectively.

Despite Jungkook’s annoyance at being interrupted during a private moment with you, one he wanted to relish in for as long as physically possible before he’d have to part with you later Diego only seemed to ignore Jungkook’s expression as he glanced at you, delighted to see your face, “Ah! I was hoping to talk to you, doll.” He gave you a charming smile.

Jungkook gritted his teeth, sneering at the pet name but Diego decisively ignored him in place of staring at you instead, you looked nothing like you did the night you had lap danced him and you were well aware of this. Hair frizzy and still wet, wearing literally nothing but Jungkook’s shirt as you shuffled closer to his warm body, Diego’s gaze only brief- but sharply glanced at Jungkook in annoyance as he clarified, “Alone.”

Jungkook glared back in return making you shuffle uneasy. Oh great! This was just perfect! Jungkook was many things, but he was not above beating the shit out of one of Cherry Bombs biggest clients' sons.

After he just confessed his own jealousy at you having to perform you really wouldn’t put it past him right now. Jungkook was pumping testosterone at the moment and every sense in his body was saying to protect and defend you from any outside forces.

Nibbling against your lip you shuffled a little away from Jungkook’s brooding figure as you attempted to do damage control, “Well if we’re talking business it would be best if my mentor stays present, I’m still fairly new to the business.” Jungkook’s demeanor didn’t lighten up but it didn’t get any worse and you’d take that as a win.

You could tell Diego Friar however, was a man who had the world served to him on a silver platter, and if he wanted something he was going to get it. And that something was currently you, chuckling he only shook his head, “Easy doll, so presumable. I just wanna have a little chat. One on one. You made quite the impression earlier…”

You did your best to keep your expression neutral, noting that Jungkook stayed quiet to let you speak, debating your options you reserved for a small shrug, “Well sure, just give me a minute to get changed.” You could barely finish your sentence before the door slammed in Diego’s face making you sigh.

“He’s such an egotistical jerk, just talk my ass.” Jungkook sneered at the door quietly, running a hand through his hair as he sighed, “C’mon baby, let’s go back to bed.” He grabbed your wrist gently, giving it a little tug to lead you back to the bed but you stopped making him pause, groaning Jungkook let go of you, “Y/n I promise whatever he has to say isn't worth hearing.”

You were already walking over to your suitcase as you sighed, “Maybe, but we don’t know that Jungkook, look I’ll be fine. You know I can’t just stand up the clients son,” His expression flickered into a scowl at the floor, looking somewhat childish because he knew your words were true, buttoning up your jeans you sighed as you tucked in his shirt, “Jungkook…” You murmured softly as you walked back over to him, his hair dusting over his eyes the way it always did when he was brooding.

“Baby, look at me.” You frowned a little as you cupped his cheeks, his jaw was incredibly tense but relaxed a little under your grip as his hesitant gaze found yours, “It’s fine, it’s just for a few minutes and then I’m all yours the rest of the day. Five minutes and any longer you can stomp out and drag me back, okay?”

“Five minutes?” His gaze dropped back to the floor as his shoulders began to deflate in defeat. Letting your foreheads press together Jungkook let his nose rub against yours as he closed his eyes, leaning into your soft touch as his hands encased yours as if not wanting you to let go as he sighed. Pulling away a little you pecked his nose with a tiny kiss as you have a nod, “Five minutes.” You let go of him despite the little cute noise of disapproval from him, smiling softly you shook your head before opening the door.

Closing it behind you as you ran a hand through your hair, keeping a more professional demeanor then you had a few minutes earlier as you greeted Diego once more, “So what can I do for you?” You asked, taking a step closer. If there was one thing you had learned in stripping, it was that you couldn’t afford to be timid and pushed around by clients, especially on your own.

Diego gave another charming smile, loosening the tie against his dress shirt as he confidently answered, “Well it’s more of what I can do for you doll, you have some talent. But here’s the thing,” You tilted your head, not understanding where he was going with this, “You’re such a pretty little thing, it’s a shame you chose stripping for a career, how’d you get into such an ugly business babydoll?”

It took every fiber in your being to not outright cringe. Pet names that came from anyone else’s lips besides Jungkook just never sat right with you anymore. Besides the point you also couldn’t count how many times you got asked this question, trying to hold in your sigh you replied, “Oh...well...Umm I just...needed a job? My friend was the one who originally went to the audition but Jungkook wanted me as a trainee, the rest is history.”

You usually glossed over all the details to a much more vague version but you got the sense that Diego was well versed in Cherry Bomb’s strippers, or atleast that’s the impression he gave off. Chuckling he almost seemed amused by your cuteness which you didn’t think was cute at all, a slight irritation surging in you as he replied, “Cute, but that’s not what I meant honey. Let me guess, you’re a broke college student, or maybe you’re wanting to study and you don’t have the funds right? You come from a broken background with divorced parents and lived on the bad side of town? Took to stripping because it was a last resort and now here you are.”

If you weren’t irritated before. You were now. Your lips parted before swallowing down all of the less than pleasant words you were wanting to say. How dare he presume your background! In which most was very wrong! “See, I could change that babydoll,” He stepped into your personal space as you leered back a little, a smirk that you assumed was supposed to woo you twisting on his lips, “You’re just what I’m looking for, all cute and dainty but sexy and confident. I’m not free of course,” He laughed as if he told a funny dinner table joke, as if you were the one who should be honored by his offer, “But given your work ethnic I’m sure you wouldn’t mind the charge.” He sent you a wink as if sure that would seal the deal.

...What a fucking prick! Not only did this man just assume your background but he assumed you were an easy lay all because you were a stripper! You couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping you, your expression struggling to not curl incredulously as your brows furrowed, “Thanks for the offer- but I’m actually from a very stable background with two parents who are very much still together- and no I didn’t come from the poor side of town! In fact Mr Friar,” Your smile sharpened as you raised your brows, “Given my work ethnic I’m just fine on my own, have a good day!”

You didn’t stop to hear his words as you shut the door behind you, nearly knocking into Jungkook’s chest who had been shamelessly listening in as best he could to the conversation, he immediately wrapped his arms around you as he buried his nose into your neck, “Fucking cunt, I told you his crusty ass had nothing good to say.”

You snorted a laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Alright you baby you were right! But atleast it’s dealt with, now I’m all yours. No more sharing the rest of the day.” You leaned away little only to press your forehead back against his.

Jungkook’s previously huffy expression softened considerably at your words, his body relaxing as his hands stroked against your waist, “All mine huh? You got one thing right baby, I’m not sharing you with anyone the rest of the day. I just got a text from Jimin saying they’re going out tonight but we aren’t going.” You snorted again at his emphasis on we.

Letting your fingers thumb against his neck you raised your brows a little, “Oh? Are you telling me the party animal doesn’t wanna go clubbing for once? That’s a first.” Jungkook looked a little bashful at your words as you laughed, letting his hand come up to stroke your hair as he tugged gently against a few strands before softly defending his words, “Well I was thinking,”

“Oh?” You endeared raising your brows making him scowl slightly as he jabbed your stomach making a giggle escape your lips, nipping at your nose playfully he shook his head, trying to huff but unable to keep the smile off his face, “I was thinking; you and me tonight, just us. It’s not my first time in Vegas and I want to show you all the sights,” you curled up into his arms, nuzzling your nose into his neck with a yawn as he wrapped his arms around you, “Mmm that does sound nice.” You felt all warm and fuzzy inside admittedly, he really wanted to take you out to sight see?

Jungkook only chuckled at your sleepy figure as he led you to bed for a well deserved nap, “Then it’s a date babygirl.” You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. Noting the bedspread has been discarded where the clean sheets beneath stayed he laid you down as you snuggled in close, unable to keep the giddy smile on your face as you nudged against his neck, “It’s a date.” You confirmed, feeling all mushy and excited on the inside.

A date sounded really nice.

Note: This has felt like the LONGEST two weeks ever but! I hope it was worth the wait ~~ 

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[writingsbychlo]

put her together again (epilogue)

word count; 3238

summary; mitch finally gets the girl, and she takes her last step into becoming a real member of society again.

notes; I hope y’all loved this series as much as I did, I got the idea randomly one day, and was in love with it straight away, so I hope you all feel the same way.

warnings; none!

“You really think I can do this?”

You were staring up at him, wide eyes and a nervous expression as you clutched a piece of paper between your hands, the same resume that he had spent the entirety of last night curating for you as a surprise after seeing the advert displayed in the window of the library when the two of you had been walking past on your nightly routes. “I have full faith in you.”

“Good, because I have no faith.” You whispered the words, more like they were only meant for yourself, and he didn’t bother to comment on them, but let it slide, rubbing his hands up and down your arms reassuringly. You snorted a laugh, mischief twinkling in your eyes as you looked up at him, a single brow raised, and you waved the paper sheet back at him. “Volunteered at a group home?”

“Not technically a lie.” He was smirking now, pride growing within him as you laughed at his joke.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a voluntary experience, but I like your cunning.” He only offered you a wink, watching as you read over the rest of his half-lies as he filled your application form with only partially twisted versions of your truths. 

“Besides, you can wow them with all your languages and intense book knowledge. They won’t even need to look at the form, and the library will have a pretty new assistant.”

“Yeah. yeah, okay.” You rolled your eyes, but gave him no resistance when he pulled you close enough to press a delicate kiss to your forehead, hands cupping your cheeks, and he lingered there for a second, long enough to get a smell of your shampoo, and feel the warmth from your body washing over him, before he was pulling back. 

“Now, go. I’ll wait right over there in the coffee shop, okay?”

You only nodded, a determined look on your face that he thought was absolutely adorable, but Mitch suppressed that thought, a tight smile in response to your own, before you were spinning on your heel and walking into the library that you knew so well, familiar to you from months of visiting to get books, no applying for a job. 

It was time, for sure. Time to get out into the world, and to find your place within society. You had been locked up with him for so long, to keep you safe from anybody who would be looking for you, to take you out and make sure the information in your head remained hidden, but now, you wee free. There was no more looming threats, no more enemies lurking around each corner, you could go out when and where you pleased, and you could get a real job, You could have an email account, and a phone number, and a house registered in your own name. You could have membership cards that he didn’t have to set up, and you could make a place in the world that you carved and crafted yourself, without fear of having it all ripped away from you. 

You deserved it, after everything you had been through, you deserved to know that you had something happy that was all yours, something you earned without anyone else and without having to do something wrong to get it, something that was all yours to keep, to hang onto. 

The shop was busy as Mitch stepped into the establishment, slightly crowded in a way that made his skin prickle, and he joined the queue, hands shoved into his pockets and eyes fixed upon the menus in hopes that nobody except the barista would talk to him, and nobody would bump into him. 

He had already spotted a table free, one outside, slightly less populated in the colder temperatures, but you both had coats, and so it was perfect, and he was staring at that spot, mentally warning off anybody who might wish to sit there. He knew your order by heart now, your drink of choice slipping from his tongue easily alongside his own, wallet out to hand over some notes, and then he was taking two hot drinks, and beelining to the back of the little building.

Using his foot to push open the door, he placed the steaming mugs down on the counter, sitting with his back to the windows and wrapping his foot around the leg of the other chair to stop anybody coming along and asking to take it before you got here. He was fiercely protective, and actively tried to convince himself that it was only because he thought you deserved more, that he was looking after you in a protective way, but he was biased, and he knew it, too.

Mitch couldn’t deny it, he knew he was falling in love with you, but you were still trying to discover where you fit into the world, and he didn’t want you to feel obligated to be with him just because he saved you. He knew you loved him, as a friend, it was in every action and every smile, and every time you hung out with him. You had other friends, you had a comparison to work with, and so that was a fact he could trust, but romance and love was an entirely new concept to you, and he’d be damned if he let you fall into a relationship with him if he didn’t know that it was certainly what you wanted too. 

The bitter chill of the wind swept over, and Mitch huffed, bringing his coffee closer to himself and tearing open a packet of the complimentary sugar, a wooden stirrer between his teeth as he added ample amounts of creamer and sweetener, until he was satisfied, the dark colour of the coffee raising to a warm golden colour, and yours was still sitting opposite as he took a sip. The whipped cream on top of the hazelnut latte was melting, dripping down the side of the mug, and he knew you liked it that way, so he wasn’t especially worried about it, but he still hoped that you would arrive soon, because he didn’t want you to drink it cold.

He could see the library from here, and could see each time the doors opened and closed, watching as people came and went. Patrons, workers, deliveries, he counted them all off, but then, came you. 

Good news. He could already tell, even while you were too far away from him to see your expression, because there was a pep in your step, speedy movements as you got closer and closer, waiting for the cars to pause so that you could cross the road. He could see you clearly now, a wide smile on your face as you made your way over to him. Bright eyes, big smile, excitement flittering over your features.

He straightened up as you finally made it over to him, pressing a brown envelope down onto the table before him and pushing it across with two fingers, hands clasping behind your back as you rolled on the balls of your feet. He took the packet, running his finger under the seal and opening it up, before tipping it upside down and dropping out the contents onto the wired meal tabletop.

A somewhat thick set of forms, a handbook, a keycard and a holder to go around your neck. It was containing a balanced identity card now, waiting for your photograph and name to be printed on, but it said ‘Library Assistant’, and a folded up copy of your new contract, the ink having printed a little from where it had been folded while still wet.

“You got it?”

He stared up, watching as your straightened face cracked open with a blinding beam, a squeal following as your composure fell away. “I got it! As of Monday morning, eight sharp, I work at the local library!”

“Holy shit, I’m so proud of you!” He was on his feet seconds later, arms held out widely for you and your body crashed into his, wrapping yourself up in his embrace as tightly as you could, squeezing him like he was you, and he could feel your laugh from where your face was pressed into his shoulder.

He felt you pulling back, your fingers detangling from where they’d wrapped into the material of his jumper, and he felt his breathing pause as your hand smoothed up his chest to cup his face. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“It was all you, I just filled out an application for you.” He shrugged it off, dropping his smirk down into an earnest smile as his hands found your waist, the heat of your body seeping out from underneath the material. You were staring up at him, thumbs stroking delicately over his cheekbones as your expression went from playful to serious, and he couldn’t help the way he tipped his head into your hand a little more, treasuring your touch. “What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t just mean the library, Mitch, I meant everything.” His brows furrowed, frown taking over, and he knew exactly what you meant, but he still found it hard to watch the way the pain flickered in your eyes as you thought about your past. “I couldn’t do any of this without you. You saved me, you helped me find who I was. I don’t think I can ever repay you for that.”

“Just stay in my life, don’t leave me, and you can consider it a debt repaid.”

He knew how desperate he sounded, but he needed you, and he wasn’t going to let you go without a fight, because he wasn't sure he liked the idea of going back to the world he lived in before meeting you. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

He only nodded, his soft smile falling away as the two of you continued to look at one another, and his eyes widened as you moved again, not anticipating your movements until it was happening. Your lips pressed to his gently, and Mitch let out a whine as everything within him went blank, his mind clearing, before he was holding onto you a little tighter. He was pulling you closer, hands on your hips moving around to rest on your back as he pulled you up close to him, and your own fingers dug a little firmer into his jaw.

Soft lips, the taste of the mint lingering in your mouth spreading to his, and he let out a breathy moan as he felt your heart thud steadily against his chest. He had thought about it for so long, dreamt about how it would feel to hold you like this, and he felt like pure ecstasy was bursting through his veins as he finally experienced it. His head tipped to the side, nose bumping your own as he pushed back into you, sucking slightly on your lower lip and feeling his head spin as you whimpered at the feeling.

It was inexperienced, but you weren’t to blame for that, you’d never really had a chance to have this kind of intimacy with someone, and just like that, reality came crashing back down onto him. The timid and nervous movements you’d been growing into that only a second ago he found endearing, now made him feel wrong, like he’d taken something from you that he shouldn’t have, like he was a criminal, and he pulled back with a jolt, taking a sudden breath. 

His eyes snapped open, finding you staring up at him, a little shocked, with kiss bitten lips and flushed cheeks as you panted for breath, and he hated the effect that such a look on your face was having on him, making him want to ravish you, without a care for who might see.

“W-We can't. We can’t do that, we shouldn’t.” He took a step back, a tight smile on his face as he covered up the stabbing in his heart as he watched your face crumple for just a second, before it was going blank once again, and you were dipping your head. When you looked back up, he let out a relieved breath, the usual friendly smile on your face, and you shrugged your shoulders. 

“You got me a hazelnut latte?”

“Of course, it’s your favourite.” He grinned, taking his seat once again, and he watched as you gathered the items back up into the brown envelope once again, pressing it shut, before reaching for your mug. You didn’t sit beside him, though, like he’d anticipated, but opposite him, and he frowned. He knew it was stupid, to think such a small action meant anything, but you always sat next to him in public, your leg pressed to his as you sought out physical affection with which to ground yourself and calm down. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

You let out a little laugh, glancing up at him for a split second, before taking a long gulp of your coffee, the liquid now cool enough to drink like that, before lowering it again. “Of course not! I don’t have anything to be mad about.”

He simply hummed, not believing you, but having no proof. You looked around yourself again, and he didn’t take his eyes off of you, watching as you observed your environment, smile changing in minuscule movements with every expression, before finally, you brought your attention back to the table. 

He waited for you to speak, waited for anything, but you were content in the silence. Stretching his leg out under the table, he searched for you, but your body language changed as you folded your legs underneath your chair, subtly, but not enough for him to miss. 

“You’re lying, you’re totally mad at me.”

He hated the way his voice cracked as he spoke, but he didn’t like the idea of you being angry with him, of not wanting to be around him, of ignoring him or going home and letting him fade away from your life now that you actually had one to experience. “I already told you, I’m not mad at you!” There was a teasing tilt to your tone, a little laugh to follow it, but he wasn’t accepting that.

“Then why are you acting differently, huh?”

“I haven’t done anything different! I sat down, like, two minutes ago!” 

He scoffed, pouting a little now as he looked at you. “You’re not sitting next to me, and you won’t touch me - or even look at me, and you’re not speaking. You always have things to tell me.” You met his gaze now, defiantly, as if to prove a point, and he scowled at the action, before your shoulders seemed to sag. You slumped in your seats scratching your nail over a dried stain of lost whipped cream that had melted along the outside of the mug.

“It’s easier that way.”

“What is?” 

You nibbled on your lower lip, frowning to yourself, your eyes flicking up to meet his but barely, before you were staring off into space once again, and speaking in a scarcely audible whisper with your answer; “To not get hurt because you don’t want me back.”

He left his drink, moving into the chair beside you and forcing you to look up at him with two fingers under your chin. “Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

“I think kissing you made that pretty clear, Mitch.” Your tone was a little bitter, and he almost flinched, but he couldn’t blame anyone but himself for that, swallowing thickly and opening his mouth to reply, but you cut him off; “I thought maybe you felt the same way, but you don’t, and that’s okay. It’s hard, though, to just go back to the things that made me feel that way in the first place, so I don’t.”

“But, you don’t know how you feel. Not really.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You were mad now, and he cursed at his own lack of competency with his words, but even when you were frustrated at him, you seemed to sense that he was struggling, and you waited patiently for him to work out what to say.

“I just meant that you don’t know anyone else, you don’t know if it’s me that you want! You’ve never experienced these things, you know, deciding you’re into someone more than platonically, deciding you want to be with them, going on dates, getting your heart broken. There’s a whole lot of stuff out there that you don’t even know about, yet!”

There was a softer look in your eyes now, and you shook your head, but it was fondly and not dismissively, and you rested a hand on his cheek once again. He held your hand to his face, shaking his head and twisting enough to press a kiss to your palm, but he was holding onto you now, not wanting you to retract the simple touch. “You think just because I haven't had my heart broken yet, that I don’t know what it’s like when I start to love someone?”

“You’re falling in love with me?” He barely heard himself say the words, and he felt like his eyes were going to fall from his head because they were so wide, but he didn’t miss the bashful smile, or the way you tried to bite back your amusement as he stared at you.

“Yeah, apparently, I feel that way even when you’re saying stupid shit to try and push me away.”

He was grinning himself now, leaning in and until your foreheads were pressing together, and you were sharing a breath in the cold, a weak laugh on his lips. “You’re sure?”

“Pretty sure, have been for a few weeks now, actually..”

“Good, because I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you, too.” He didn’t hesitate this time, closing the gap between your lips, and this kiss was so much better than the first. There was no doubt, no inkling of guilt that made him feel like a villain, there was just passion and love and whispered confessions before your mouths were dragging together as his heart raced and his head span, every inch of his body lighting up like the Fourth of July just at getting to know you in this way.

You were leaning into him too, kissing him back just as eagerly as you began to learn the motions, messy kisses becoming smooth and fluid between partings for gasped breaths before you were diving in again. Your coffees started to go cold on the table as you instead memorised the taste of one another’s mouths, but neither of you cared, because right now, all that mattered was truly conveying how you felt about each other in affections that were long overdue and months in the making.

“Let’s go home. I don’t want to be here anymore.” He nipped your lower lip a little, grinning at the whine you gave him, but he pulled back, brushing a finger under your swollen lip to wipe away the shine he’d left behind. “I’ll cook you dinner, and we’ll watch a movie, and this time when I get to hold you, I can cuddle you like I’ve been wanting to do for so long.”

“Sounds perfect.”

#mitchtober #mitch-tober #mitch month #mitch rapp #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp/reader #PHTA #put her together again #mitch rapp American assassin #dylan obrien mitch rapp #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien/reader #dylan obrien american assassin #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien

[annawoodhull]

bring good news of a world so newly born

Requested by: me and my self-indulgent need for Ben and grilled cheese

Word Count: 1616

Prompt: Outlander AU in which Abigail introduces Ben to grilled cheese. That's the fic.

(Song title from '39 by Queen because I'm trash.)

There were a few inconveniences of being a woman from the future who now lived in late 18th century America. No air conditioning, no ibuprofen, but worst of all, no snacks. Late night runs to the convenience store a few blocks from her apartment with friends were the epitome of any college girl’s life, especially during finals time. And now she didn’t even have that!

But there was one thing she refused to give up (besides her bra if she could help it) was her favorite foods. By God, if she could find ways to modify them to make them work with what this time presented to her, she was bound and determined. The first attempt at this would be grilled cheese. If this went well, maybe she could attempt pizza.

Thankfully, she was able to purchase a loaf of bread and cheese from a few merchants in the town, but the butter was more difficult to come by. She had to resort to the old fashioned way, directly from the cow herself. Going through the process of letting the milk rest and then skimming the creak, or whatever the fuck it was called, off the top before she could churn it with a dasher. It was incredibly labor intensive and more work than she had expected, but again, her stubborn Irish ass was going to see this through.

She hadn’t intended to inform Ben of her little project until later on in the week, when they had agreed to meet. Between his battles both on and off the field, a lot of the major’s time was accounted for. She still insisted she would make a good asset to the Culper Ring, but he stubbornly refused to allow it. She suspected she knew the reason, but honestly thought it was ridiculous. You’d think you’d want a spy on your side who already knows how everything will play out.

Anyway, Abigail was sitting on the porch of her small cabin – abandoned by some previous squatter dweller type – and working on churning the butter. Her sleeves were rolled up and beads of perspiration rolled down the sides of her neck, trickling down the front of her bodice. She wrinkled her nose but kept on going. Sheesh, this was labor intensive as fuck. Twenty-first century people really had it made, though there were the Amish to consider.

Too busy plunging the dasher up and down while churning the butter, Abigail was too preoccupied to pay any attention her surroundings. By the time she heard a horse’s snort, she looked up and was pleasantly surprised to see Ben dismounting and leading the beautiful Gaius over towards a paddock to graze.

Then he turned around and took one look at her, a good long look that made Abigail flush from head to toe. She didn’t have to look in a mirror to know she looked like a train wreck, blonde hair all askew, face flushed and damped with sweat. She’d stopped her churning the moment she saw him and nearly forgot all about it when he approached her.

“Never pegged you for the type for churning butter,” Ben observed with a amused grin, “though I’m not surprised you’d be stubborn enough to try.”

She grinned. “There is a reason to my madness, Tallmadge.” She went to wipe her forehead when she remembered she couldn’t let the butter rest. With a tiny grunt, she resumed her work, working the dasher up and down in a gradual rhythm. Hey, she was starting to get the hang of this! “I’m cooking for us tonight and then forgot I couldn’t just buy everything in one place, like I used to.”

“You must be rich, from where you come from,” he commented.

Abigail laughed at that, thinking of all the student loan debt she had accumulated with both her bachelors and graduate degrees. On second thought, maybe it was a good thing she fell through the stones when she did. “Hardly. But it was convenient, so I wouldn’t have to resort to this.”

Ben’s gaze flickered between her face and to her hands, observing as she worked it rather well. Her hands twisting with purposeful intent, with increasing speed. It reminded him of something Caleb had often teased him about, something he hadn’t done in quite some time. And now that he had this visual in front of him…

Abigail glanced up, having no idea where his line of thought had taken him, and found that his face was now just as red as the coat of a British officer. “Are you all right?” she asked, confused and mildly concerned.

Clearing his throat, Ben shifted his position, angling himself so that he was now facing partially away from her. Odd. “Yes, just a bit… flushed from the journey. Could use some water, perhaps.”

Abigail nodded, understanding. “I just made a few bottles from the creek. Help yourself and cool down.”

He thanked her and practically took off like a bat out of hell into the cabin. Abigail continuing churning, increasing the pace. He was an odd duck, that one. A very attractive and delicious looking one but odd nevertheless.

It took quite a while to achieve the finished product, but with Ben’s company, from a suspicious far distance, the time just flew by. She carried her butter inside, grinning in triumph at her accomplishment and held it out proudly for him to inspect. He nodded his approval with no small amount of affection, which made her feel even more accomplished.

“So what are you preparing for us this evening?” he asked, “since you went to all the trouble churning butter.”

“Nothing terribly fancy I’m afraid, at least from my time,” Abigail admitted, “but in my opinion, it’s one of the finest delicacies in the world. A grilled cheese.”

Brows furrowed, Ben titled his head, much like a confused puppy. “A… what?”

“Trust me, you’ll like it,” she promised. She went to work on working the hearth, which Ben had to assist her with at several points. While he helped, she told him all about stoves and the different kinds that ran on gas versus electricity, both of which mystified and fascinated him. The more time she spent in that time and with him specifically, the more comfortable she felt sharing different tidbits of the future. The very knowledge there was a future for the country that he was fighting for was enough to give him hope. The thought of being the source, or at least associated with the source, of his inspiration made her feel things she had no right to be feeling.

Yet, she was completely and hopelessly attracted to the him.

Once everything was settled, she went to work on slicing the bread and cheese, which she set on separate plates. Then she buttered the bread generously on each slice before setting the buttered side down in the skillet, quickly followed by the cheese and the other slice of bread. She brought the skillet over the makeshift grilled and watched with amazement as the fire worked its magic.

It didn’t take too long before she flipped it over. A few minutes of cooking on the other side, she pulled back the skillet carefully and plated his grilled cheese before working on hers. It was a little tricky getting the sandwiches out of the skillet, but she had to admit, they didn’t turn out half bad.

“Do you want yours cut in half or diagonally?” she asked, right after she performed an elegant diagonal slice for hers.

“However you cut yours is fine with me,” he said. He had risen from his seat to poke around her, curious to see her creation and drawn to the wonderful mixture of grilled cheese, butter, and crispy goodness.

When done, she handed him his plate but warned him, “Be careful. It’s hot.” His soft, amused smile at the domestic remark caused her heart to skip a beat.

They sat together at the small wooden table, and after a few minutes, they dug into their meal, though Abigail waited a bit so she could take in his reaction. After his first bite, Ben’s eyes widened before closing with surprised delight. He moaned appreciatively. “Oh, this is very good.”

“Really?” she asked happily.

Nodding eagerly, he took to consuming the slice with an almost single-minded determination. He hesitated on picking up the second slice, perhaps figuring he should make it last. She grinned at his sudden look of sheepishness. “Thank you for sharing this with me. Believe me, after a few months of camp rations, this is just…” he sighed with pleasure.

Abigail grinned. “I’m glad you like it. Grilled cheese can cure anything. It’s the American dream, baby.”

“Is all of your food in the future this good?” Ben asked, enchanted by the mere thought.

“Depends on where you’re looking, but for the most part, yes,” she said. Spotting a bit of crumbs and cheese on the side of his mouth, she smothered a giggle. She touched her own face. “You’ve got a little…”

“Where?” he asked, immediately touching anywhere on his face but the area where she pointed.

Rolling her eyes in feigned exasperation, she leaned over the table and brushed it away herself, her thumb gently pressed against the corner of his mouth. His gaze locked onto hers at the touch, the sudden proximity. He inhaled sharply. Abigail swallowed nervously. The cabin, which was already quite small, felt even smaller, more intimate.

“We should…” he murmured, trailing off.

She blinked slowly. “Finish our dinner?”

After a beat, Ben nodded. “I… yes. Dinner.”

Who knew that all the trouble to make grilled cheese could cause even more trouble?

#benjamin tallmadge #oc: abigail williams #turn amc #turn oc #turn washington's spies #seth numrich #hannah new #wwwy verse #drabbles #allie writes things #turn drabbles #turn oc drabbles #fic: when we were young #fic: turning tables

[recurring-polynya]

Request: RenRuki; Mad Scientist!Renji shocks Frankenstein Monster!Rukia with electricity to test the endurance of Mikasa's heart

I am not quite sure who you mean by Mikasa-- I am guessing either Masaki or Hisana? I really enjoy making Renji into Byakuya’s beleaguered minion in any universe, and I was extremely charmed by the idea of the latter, so that’s what I went with. I supposed this is a little less “Mad Scientist” and a little more Ticked-Off Postdoc, but a crumbling castle on a moonswept cliff? In this economy??

CW: Some detailed discussion of building a monster out of body parts. It’s not intended to be scary or gross, but just wanted to be on the safe side.

Read on ao3 or ff.net

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I should have finished my dissertation, Abarai Renji thought to himself, irritably rubbing at the nicotine patch under the collar of his shirt.

Education-in-perpetuum was a rich kid’s game, though, and when he’d had to choose between a paying entry-level gig at Kuchiki Biotech or a continued monk-like existence grading freshman papers and scrubbing out the autoclave, he’d followed the money. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, working in industry. Eating food that didn’t come with a seasoning packet, living in an apartment that had both heating and air-conditioning, the indescribable luxury of a monthly transit pass. Yeah, it stung a little when Kira and Hinamori sent selfies of themselves at that conference in Berlin, and later, in their stupid graduation get-ups, but after seven years of working his ass off, of being on time every day, of covering his ink and minding his manners, Renji had been noticed by Kuchiki Byakuya himself, the reclusive CEO of the company.

“You were a student of Dr. Aizen Sousuke?” Kuchiki had asked, his cold grey eyes skipping past Renji’s carefully knotted tie and spotless lab coat to linger on his bandana and the cover-up smudges that protruded from beneath it. “The cephalopod neurophysicist?”

“That’s correct.”

“His work on artificial chromatophores was stunning.”

Right. That.

“Er, the camouflage stuff wasn’t my area of interest, but I have a couple of friends in that area if you’re--”

“You studied nervous system regeneration. But you did not graduate.”

Renji had tried not to look surprised, because his supervisor had warned him that Byakuya liked to try and surprise people and then judge them for being surprised. Byakuya had probably just dug up his resume from HR prior to this interview. “That’s right. Well. About the nervous system thing. I did graduate, just, y’know, ABD. That’s not even true, I wrote about half a dissertation. Maybe two-thirds.” His mouth snapped shut. Kuchiki Byakuya definitely did not want to hear about his two-thirds of a dissertation.

“I read your article in the Journal of Zoological Neuroscience, the one about using a donor octopus brain to reanimate a dead specimen? I assume you wrote it. You were listed as second author, but it was not rife with Dr. Aizen’s usual bloviations. It was excellent work.”

Renji had failed in his attempts to keep from looking surprised.

“I am starting a special project that could use a man of your expertise. Dr. Shirogane spoke well of your time here, and felt that you were ready to take on the role of primary investigator.” Byakuya looked at his extremely expensive watch, as though he were already getting bored of this meeting. “It is a small project, a one-man project, and I am afraid it will not produce any sort of publishable results. In fact, I will require you to sign a number of non-disclosure agreements, should you accept. But it is a very important project to me, personally.”

Renji could still remember the excitement, the feel of his heart stuttering in his chest. He imagined telling Kira and Hinamori about the personal project he was doing for the wealthiest biotech entrepreneur in Japan. He felt smart. He felt important. He felt like industry was finally paying off for him.

Two days later, he found out that this project involved grave-robbing.

It turned out that Kuchiki was a widower. His wife had been a kind, beautiful angel who had died of complications from cystic fibrosis at the tender age of 34. Despite everything, her heart has been very strong at the time of her death. So Kuchiki kept it, y’know, like a normal person. And then he found one of his employees, a guy with big muscles and no family and a lot of student debt, and asked him to make a new body to put that heart in.

That was three years ago. Since then, Renji had acquired his own sub-basement laboratory and a used pick-up truck. He had a lot of middle-of-the-night meetings with Kuchiki, where he got used to delivering absolutely deranged progress reports in a calm and conversational tone. He’d taken up smoking again, but then he had to quit because Kuchiki didn’t like the smell. He stopped seeing most of his old friends, in favor of his fabulous new friends, like Isane, the nervous assistant mortician at the hospital, and Hisagi, who worked down at the funeral home and drove a hearse like it was a Shelby Cobra. His new best drinking buddy was a guy named Akon, who worked over at Kurosutchi Heavy Industries and was building some sort of cyborg daughter for his creepy boss.

And now he had her.

Maybe she’ll turn out to be better than a dissertation, Renji thought, contemplating the girl-thing floating in an antifreeze bath in his sub-basement lab.

She was small, in part because the original Hisana had been small, but also because regrowing the nervous system had been the hardest part, and the less he had to grow, the better.

At first, he’d put a fair amount of effort into making her look like Hisana, but Byakuya never seemed to give a shit about stuff like that, so Renji started to take a few liberties here and there. An athlete’s limbs (well, more like three different athlete’s limbs) gave her a lean and powerful build, instead of the wispy slenderness of her predecessor. He’d been very picky about the eyes, but his patience had paid off when he scored a stunning pair from Ishida, a bitter med student who had a part time job in the university’s dissection sample acquisition department. They were deep blue, nearly verging on purple, like a starless sky. Renji wasn’t very good at suturing at first, and the big, clunky stitches that held her mismatched parts together were a little jarring. Renji had come to rather like them, though. She wasn’t a perfect, flawless angel. She was a pile of lost potential, cobbled together and given a second chance, and he liked that she wore that openly on her skin. If she didn’t like it, well, he could always offer to take her down to his tattoo place.

The only thing Byakuya had objected to was the brain.

It was a criminal’s brain, or at least that’s what Byakuya said. The brain had belonged to a teen girl who’d been caught shoplifting, and in her attempt to make a break for it, darted into traffic. It was extremely fresh, though. The girl died in the hospital and Isane called him right away. By the time Byakuya even found out about it, Renji already had the brain nestled in among the little baby human-octopus hybrid nervous system he’d been growing, so there was nothing to be done. Renji had assured Byakuya it would be fine, she wasn’t going to remember anything about her old life anyway. He did not mention that he’d done a fair bit of petty theft in his youth, and he’d turned out… well. Never mind.

He’d turned out to be an insane person, actually. A person who flaunted the rules of ethics and nature. He was an actual, real-life, mad scientist (ABD). Well, assuming all this worked.

In the morning, Byakuya was expecting a demonstration. The demonstration. The part where Renji pulled a lever and sent enough voltage surging through that precious little Kuchiki heart to bring Byakuya’s new sister to life.

He’d run and re-run all the individual organ tests. Reviewed his check list three times. Read and re-read all his notes. It was either going to work, or it wasn’t. If it worked, he was a genius, a mastermind. Kuchiki would give him a pat on the back and a big bonus and he was also going to start addressing Renji as Doctor Abarai, dissertation be damned.

If it failed, Renji was going to be lugging his belongings to the curb in a cardboard box.

It was now 2:16am.

If he went home, he’d just stare at the ceiling for four hours, but at least he would be able to shower before he had to face his moment of doom.

You could just do it, he realized. Pull the lever. Pull it right now.

Byakuya would be pissed, of course, he wanted to be there for the Big Shock, but if it worked, he’d be so happy to have a living, breathing, undead sister that he’d probably overlook Renji jumping the gun. If it didn’t work, Renji would have those four hours to troubleshoot.

The more he thought about it, the better the idea sounded. He honestly wasn’t real sure what kind of mental capabilities, if any, his monster girl was going to have. If she woke up spitting and clawing, he was okay with that, but Byakuya might not take it so well. Yeah, it definitely made good sense to give her a boot up now, so there were no surprises in the morning.

Renji stood up, and strode over to the portable generator he’d rigged up over the weekend. His hand hovered over the switch. He was gonna do it.

No.

In a minute.

He walked back over to the cold tank and plopped down in the chair sitting next to it, where he often sat when he had Serious Thinking to do. She floated serenely an inch under the liquid, her pale skin tinted blue, her hair floating in a cloud around her face. The cold was necessary to keep her organs in stasis, and it’s not like she could feel it, but he felt a little bad about it anyway.

“Hey, there,” he said softly. “It’s me. Renji. We’ve been through a lot, you and me. I’m gonna turn you on, in a minute. I’m not sure how it’s gonna go. I’ve been kind of a screw-up my whole life, but you seem pretty perfect, so may we’ll even each other out.” He chewed the inside of his cheek. “Another guy is gonna come by in the morning. He’s rich and powerful and has, like 17 cars. He’s gonna be your brother, and if you can be a convincing enough person, he’s gonna treat you like his sister and you’ll be set for life. But I want you to know that even if you’re a failure, even if you try to eat my face or something, that I always liked you. Hopefully, I’ll still get to see you a lot. But if not… I just wanted to let you know that I’m only giving you up ‘cause I gotta, not ‘cause I want to.” He breathed out through his nose. “Kuchiki’s probably gonna give you some flowery princess name. He’s never told me. But a while ago, I started thinking of you as ‘Rukia.’ I don’t really know where it came from. I think it means ‘light.’ So if you don’t like whatever name he gives you, you always got that one to fall back on.” He slapped his knees and stood up. “Enough of this! It’s time for you to get up.”

Once again, Renji stood, gripping the on switch in one sweaty hand. “Here goes nothing,” he declared, and flipped it.

First, there was a hum, which gradually raised in pitch until his ears rang. The needle on the voltage gauge climbed steadily. A few wisps of Renji’s hair began to stand on end. Rukia’s body bucked.

And then, with a loud crack, all the lights went out. Fuck.

Of all the things he had double and triple checked, the power supply to the generator had not been one of them. Renji groaned, and scrolled through his phone, trying to find the damn flashlight app. He only had 6% battery, which meant it was going to last about sixteen seconds. Fortunately, his lab was on an isolated circuit, so hopefully, he hadn’t knocked out power anywhere else in the building.

He had his phone pointed the wrong way when he turned the app on, and it immediately blinded him. “Ah, shit!” he exclaimed.

As he was blinking the stars out of his eyes, he heard a splash and he realized that he might have actually managed to bring Rukia to life before the generator died. He dashed over to the bath frantically. If she tried to get her own oxygen mask off, she might drown. Renji scanned liquid with his flashlight, but it was murky with bubbles. He couldn’t see anything. Had she sunk down to the bottom? He was practically leaning over the tank when he felt a hand on his arm that was so frigid that it burned, even through his lab coat and the shirt beneath it.

Slowly, Renji panned his already-dimming flashlight around, keeping it pointed at the floor, in part, so he didn’t blind her as he had himself, and in part because… well, because…

“Hi,” he said, as a pale face swam into view.

“Hi,” she repeated in the exact same inflection.

She could talk. She had speech, or at least repetition abilities. Renji wanted desperately to take notes, but he was frozen. “How do you feel?” he asked.

Those big, dark blue eyes blinked at him. “Cold,” Rukia replied.

#my writing #renruki #wacky au requests #special thanks to my son who made me read him that octopus scientists book like 6000 times when he was 6 #one of the reasons i'm doing this is to exercise some different writing muscles #and boy was this different from the usual for me!