#we’re reliable with the ladies

[zahri-melitor]

It’s the best time of the year!

Mango season started properly. Mangoes mangoes mangoes for the next 4 months

🥭🥭🥭🥭

It’s almost Christmassssss

(Yes the R2E2s are still a little exxy but they’re still the size of an infant’s head. Meanwhile these might be the only Maha Chanoks I see all season so I splurged)

#me @ the Kensington Prides: only once we’re down to you or Calypsos #you’re reliable but there’s more interesting options #I think Lady Janes are having their first wide distribution season here #planning to try next

[onlyjaeyun]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 – 𝟑𝟎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘: 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧

⤥ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⤥ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬!𝐀𝐔

⤥ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟖.𝟐𝐤

⤥ 𝐜𝐰: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐯𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭; 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 (𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡), 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

⤥ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐀 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤.

“No, I don’t like it so stop pointing it out, snowflake!”

Sunghoon’s young voice echoes in your skull as your eyes remain focused on the little mole on the right side of his nose bridge, a detail to his prince-like features you’ve always noticed yet never acknowledged.

As you watch your archenemy have a good night with his closest friends and cousin, you can’t help but let your thoughts wander all the way back in memory lane to a conversation you’ve never forgotten.

“But it’s so cute, Hoonie”, you had told him, never once looking away from his eyes, the ones you used to find so much comfort in, especially during one of the most difficult times in your life, “don’t you know what the legend about moles marking the spots where your past lover kissed you the most?”

“Hm, they were obsessed with my face then”, he huffed and rolled his eyes, completing the knot on his skates before getting up on his feet and shooting you one of his big, cheeky smiles; the one where a tiny dimply makes an appearance.

“Why would you say it like that? Stop belittling yourself like that”, you pouted back at him and looked at him with big eyes, your skates still not completely tied up, which – just as usual – resulted in Sunghoon getting down on his knees to finish it for you. Something the two of you have always done for some reason, but never in a million years would you have changed it for anything else.

It used to be in those moments right before and after practice which made you feel the closest to your skate partner of six years, the one guy in your life who had always been there for you and your brother, the one who had never, ever disappointed you.

“You know I don’t like my face much because of how much I look like my father”, Sunghoon had casually explained to you before looking up at you with longing, innocent eyes, “you wouldn’t know what that feels like after all.”

For some reason, this particular part of said conversation had never quite left your memories, your heart feeling at ease as you remember how you had tilted your head to the back in confusion, not quite understanding what he was referring to.

“You know in some cultures they say you look like the parent who loves you the most”, he had started to explain, not struggling to read your facial expressions at all, even back then, “you’re a carbon copy of your mother, in every way possible. However, in some other cultures it’s said that if your mother is so in love with your father, it’ll turn you into his twin so I guess we’re yet again on the same line but different ends.”

Sunghoon had always had a way with words, no matter his age and you still remember just how much you had loved listening to everything he had to say. He’d never been one to talk much, but the things he said had always carried meaning.

“But I’m not really sure if I actually read this or heard some random ladies talk about this once so, I’m not a reliable source at all.”

As your brain replays that last statement, you can’t help but smile to yourself and it’s only when Sunghoon suddenly turns his head to meet your gaze that you’re pulled back into reality by brutal force.

You’re quick to avert your eyes, not ready to accept whatever the fuck has been going on with you and to your luck Sunghoon doesn’t seem to care enough (as usual) to acknowledge your staring.

No matter how many times he cums inside of you, your precious archenemy probably won’t ever treat you like an actual part of society before and after your shared orgasms and when in the beginning you actually preferred it that way, you’ve now found yourself doubting and questioning his behavior.

It’s not like Sunghoon’s actually nice to you when the two of you get intimate but besides the first time, he’s never once has he made you feel unwanted or disgusting. In any other situation his behavior and the way he treats and touches you would have provoked and irritated you, but whenever the burning tension between the two of you becomes too much and you have no choice but to give in over and over again, your body longs for those exact things and you actually don’t hate it as much as you used to.

Back when you had first started sleeping with Sunghoon, you’d try your best to just not think about it anymore until the next booty call but now you actually caught yourself going out of your way to get physical with him.

It’s not something that just dawned on you but rather a realization which hit you since you’ve been spending quite a bit of time in close proximity with him for the past three days.

Every time the boys want to head out after your daily activities, you find yourself hoping that Sunghoon decides to stay back in the airbnb too, just because you don’t actually want to rush things with him anymore when it comes to sex. You’ve come to the point where he makes you feel so good, you actually want it to go on for as long as possible.

You still can’t believe that you’re actually admitting this to yourself but after all this time you’ve grown exhausted, tired and mentally drained, which is probably why it doesn’t really matter to you anyway.

To Park Sunghoon you’re nothing but a quick, easy and convenient fuck. That’s it. And it’s good this way. That’s why there’s no point in worrying about why the fuck would your brain start coming up with things and thoughts which don’t even make sense, right?

“She’s ignoring us again”, Jaeyun chuckles and nudges your side with his elbow before he throws his arm over your shoulders and pulls you closer to his body, quickly reminding you of your current situation.

Your eyes almost instinctively shift to Sunghoon’s face, only for instant regret to hit your system when you notice the look of disgust and annoyance gracing his features.

“Sorry, boys”, you sigh and pat Jaeyun’s chest, “this week’s been so exhausting, I think the lack of sleep is finally getting to me.”

“So, you’re not gonna join our night time adventure either?” Sunoo shoots you a pout of disappointment and with a soft sigh you imitate his facial expression and shake your head.

“I really need to get some sleep for our day trip to Koto tomorrow”, you respond and look at each of the boys individually but intentionally skip a certain someone, “we’ve been up and on the road for twelve hours straight, fourth day in a row and as much as I want to, I know my body’s not gonna cooperate much longer if I don’t rest.”

The thought of a warm shower, a few cigarettes on your airbnb’s balcony, a nice glass of wine and absolute silence remains the only thing on your mind despite the slight pengs of guilt hitting your chest for not joining your boys yet again.

“It’s okay, mother”, Jungwon quickly responds and puts on his coat with a big, dimply smile, “you probably didn’t hear it but I’ve always been against forcing old people out of their comfort zone.”

With a soft scoff you roll your eyes and thank Riki as he hands you your jacket, all of the boys taking the last sips of their soft beverages before saying your goodbyes and leaving the sweet little restaurant you had decided to have dinner at.

You quietly listen to the boys and their plans, Jaeyun quickly offering you a cigarette as he lights his own and with a tight lipped smile you thank him, way too tense and absentminded for your own liking but too exhausted to question it.

“Alright, I’ve ordered you two an uber too”, Riki says casually and runs one of his ring clad hands through his bleached hair, his statement leaving you nothing but confused.

“Huh? I’m the only one going back to the airbnb”, you say and furrow your brows with your eyes focused on your younger brother’s face.

“No, Hoon’s also not tagging along”, Jaeyun replies casually and blows the smoke out of his nose as he looks at you just as confused.

“What the fuck? Why?”

“That’s none of your fucking business”, Sunghoon almost instinctively spits back at you, his thick brows pushed together as he stares at you with annoyance gleaming in his eyes.

“Shut the fuck up”, you hiss and roll your eyes, too exhausted to even bother with his weird attitude. It’s not like you haven’t noticed his change in behavior and attitude these past few days but with everything that’s been going on in your own brain you simply can’t find the energy to read more into it than absolutely necessary.

“Please, don’t chop each other’s head off on your way to the rooms”, Jaeyun chuckles but as soon as his gaze flickers between the two of you, you realise just how much seriousness there actually is behind his words.

Without saying anything else, you say your farewells to the boys as the cars you had ordered come to a stand in front of you and just as expected (and hoped for), SUnghoon gets comfortable on the passenger seat while you slide into the back and pray the taxi driver isn’t as chatty as the other ones.

To your luck, Sunghoon uses hsi limited Japanese to give the man your address and the rest of the drive passes by quietly, almost peacefully. There’s never been a place like Tokyo to you; not a single spot on this earth has ever managed to make you feel at such ease and comfort the way your mother’s birthplace has.

You’re so caught up watching the streets of your favorite place, you don’t even notice the way Sunghoon has been watching you from his peripheral vision the past ten minutes, something he can’t help but beat himself up for because why the fuck does the urge to look at you just doesn’t seem to disappear?

Never in a million years would he admit this to you but there’s definitely a reason why he’s been making sure to always push you into a position where he can look at your face. He’s not quite sure why or where the sudden urge has come from but for some reason he just can’t keep his eyes off of you.

Sunghoon still hates your guts.

He really does.

But the more he gets to touch and kiss you, the deeper this weird hunger and lust seem to run and at this point he has absolutely no idea what the fuck he’s actually thinking. Or feeling.

You still annoy and irritate the living hell out of every pore in his body, yet these past few days he’s found himself upset and even disappointed about the fact he can’t spend more time with you after fucking your brains out. He doesn’t necessarily want to hold you, nor does he really want to cuddle or be close to you but there’s definitely been a few times where he caught himself wishing the boys weren’t on their way back so he could just spend a few more minutes just watching you.

Maybe it’s the way you seem so relaxed and at ease after he’s pushed you over the edge over and over again, or maybe it’s because the sight of you in nothing but his shirt and a cigarette dangling from your pouty, bit swollen lips in combination with your messed up hair and the fresh memory of your sweet noises echoing in his head, which make things so much more difficult for him but at the end of the day the reason doesn’t matter.

Sunghoon hates you.

You’re the only person who’s disappointed and betrayed him in such a cruel, such a raw way and every time he finds himself caught up in thoughts about you, he can’t help but remind himself of all the nights he spent on the ice rink, crying, sobbing and silently praying you’d just come back and make your shared dreams become reality, only for his heart and soul to break all over again when he remembered your betrayal.

With his hands balled into fists and a soft huff, Sunghoon angrily averts his gaze from you and as his eyes start to scan the area you had just entered, a wave of relief hits him.

“That’s the one, Sir”, he casually says and almost immediately bites his tongue when he realizes the falling of his mask.

Nobody on this earth knows how all those years ago, Sunghoon had decided to learn Japanese, simply because he wanted to feel even closer to two of the most important people in his life, only for your betrayal to take away the joy and excitement of it.

But despite his broken heart, he knew he had to finish what he had started, initially for you, not because he necessarily needed it but because he didn’t want you to take this away from him too.

Never once has he mentioned his fluency in his best friend’s mother tongue to anybody, not even his other close friends and at times he definitely forgot about it only for his chest to tighten whenever he listened to your little conversations with your brother, the both of you so much more relaxed and outspoken in your mother tongue than the one you both had grown up with.

When at first Sunghoon had intended to talk to Riki about it, he never really knew how to explain the actual reasoning behind his decision to study and become fluent in Japanese, so after a few years, he just decided to keep it to himself for as long as possible.

There’s no point in letting you know when you don't even care anyway.

Fortunately you seem way too immersed in your thoughts to pay any attention to his slip up and by the time Hoon gets out of the uber, you’ve already lit yet another cigarette.

“What are you waiting for?” You suddenly ask when you notice his lack of motion.

“Just finish that god damn cig and get your ass inside”, Sunghoon sighs, “I promised not to leave you alone so stop making this even more difficult for me than it already is.”

“What a gentleman you are”, you roll your eyes in response to his annoying comment, the little fire in the depth of your chest burning up just enough to irritate you, “I’m not in the mood to fuck, just piss off already.” For a quick moment you catch yourself in a lie and you hate how your hormonal self almost instantly regrets your little come back.

Because no matter how hard you try to deny it, your body craves Sunghoon’s touch which has now resulted in a libido you have never experienced before. So, no, you actually are very much in the mood but for some reason you can’t help but feel stressed and anxious just thinking about all the feelings, doubts and thoughts which come hand in hand with the pleasure he’s providing you with.

“Can you not be so fucking difficult for once? I’m not waiting for you to come inside to fuck, I promised Riki to keep an eye on you, that’s it.”

While your first instinct is to shoot something back at him, a tiny, almost inaudible yet strong voice in the back of your head somehow manages to stop you from giving into the urges and with an annoyed sigh you kill your half-smoked cigarette and through it into the next trashcan before wordlessly heading towards the entrance of the apartment building.

You both continue walking up the stairs without saying another word and you hate how much the lack of verbal communication bothers you. If it wasn’t for your best friend pointing it out, you would have never noticed just how little you and Sunghoon actually talk to each other and ever since your conversation about it, you haven’t stopped thinking about it.

“What the fuck?”

The suddenness of his exclamation as well as the unusual volume of his voice are quick to pull you out of the mess in your head and with your brows furrowed in confusion you follow Sunghoon’s cold gaze.

For a moment, you don’t actually know what or who you’re looking at.

Maybe it’s one of you body’s defense mechanisms or maybe it’s the fog clouding your brain but in no universe should it take this long for someone to recognize their younger brother – and father.

“Is this a fucking joke?” The switch in language comes almost naturally and the longer your eyes roam the figures of the two men in front of you, the quicker the blood starts pumping through your veins.

It’s one thing to see your younger half-brother again, his impact and affect on your life in no way harmful or very much life altering. But the sight of your father, the first of many men to not only disappoint and break you but also the first of many to make you feel unloveable, disgusting and unworthy of everything good in this life easily leaves you speechless.

You can feel Sunghoon’s gaze boring into your side, his attention remaining on you as if he was trying to read your body language but miserably failing to do so when all the trauma responses hit you at full force.

“Just listen to us for a few minutes”, Kenta says and looks at you with genuinely pleading eyes but for the first time in your life you feel actual resentment towards the brother you had tried so hard to protect and keep safe. You’ve always reminded yourself of his age, of his lacking experience in life, his brain still developing but as your eyes anxiously roam his features, all those excuses seem to disappear when you realize just how much he’s grown.

He’s now three years older than Riki when he had decided to ask his parents to sign off their parental rights to you, his older sister, because he knew exactly what type of people they were.

“Please, Y/N”, he suddenly pleas and takes a step forward, only for you to back off and Sunghoon quickly comes to stand between you and your brother.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Kenta”, he says nonchalantly, not giving a single fuck about the current chaos in his own head at the sight of your father, a man he’s never, ever associated anything good or positive with. Sunghoon hasn’t seen your father in over a decade, despite the close bond your dads used to share back in the day and as he remembers all the times he had punished you for a minor mistake or a failed move, his blood suddenly starts boiling.

“This isn’t about you, Sunghoon”, your father suddenly says and the sound of his voice sends chills down your back, the urge to burst into tears and yell at him for failing you suddenly overwhelming.

“What do you want from me? Why are you here? You’ve never called, never texted me back. The only times you actually contacted me were because you wanted something from me”, you don’t find the energy and guts to push Sunghoon away and actually face them again, so without giving it much more thought you opt to stay very much hidden behind your archenemy’s impressive height.

“Please, hear us out, Y/N”, Kenta pleads yet again, skillfully ignoring your accusations, “Yuki needs your support. We can’t do this without you.”

At first, your brain struggles to process his words but as soon as you manage to read in between the lines, you feel every last bit of oxygen leaving your lungs and a thin veil of tears blurring your vision.

“What?”

“Kenta, take your failure of a father and fuck off”, Sunghoon is quick to spit back at your brother, anger and wrath lingering in his voice as he threatens your brother.

“What the fuck does that even mean, Kenta? What do you mean Yuki needs my support? For what?”

You know the answer to your question but deep down you know you need to hear it from him or your father to finally close this chapter for good. All these years you’ve believed in ideas and wishful thoughts of your other siblings finding their way back to you, but not anymore. The few bits of information Riki had shared with you were enough to block Kenta’s number but now that you’ve actually got the chance to hear him say all those things, just casually crushing your soul and taking away the tiniest drops of hope you had left, you definitely weren’t gonna let it slip away.

“Y/N, sweetheart”, your father begins calmly, his voice a lot less vengeful and harsh than you’ve remembered; his choice to not only address you by your actual name, something he had refused to since the day of your eighth birthday, but also to use the nickname he had only used for his second wife send jolts of anger through your veins and before Sunghoon can even react, you’ve made your way around him to get into your own father’s face.

“Don’t you fucking dare play innocent now”, you spit and bite back the tiny sob threatening to escape your throat when you notice the lack of emotion in the eyes of the only parent you had left.

“Alright, seems like the nice way still doesn’t work with you”, he suddenly sighs and straightens his back, the faux softness in his features quickly vanishing as he crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks down at you the way he’s always done during every conversation the two of you ever had.

“Yuki wants to attend the same boarding school as Kenta and as her older sister it’s your duty to step up financially when we can’t.”

You’ve never expected anything from your father, not a single thing ever since the day your mother passed away. It’s not like he actually ever cared about you anyway, so it’s never made sense for you to put any effort into whatever the fuck kind of bond you two had or didn’t have.

But for some reason you did expect him to have just the tiniest bit of dignity and pride, maybe a little bit of ego or self worth, just enough not to be desperate and shameless enough to ask the daughter he had abandoned, disowned and shamed for money.

“My duty? Are you mentally challenged?”

“Watch your fucking language when you talk to him, he’s still your father”, Kenta suddenly intervenes and as soon as your head shoots into his direction, you notice the shift in his facial expression. All of a sudden you can’t actually unsee the resemblance to your father, something you’ve always preferred to ignore for your own sake.

“He’s nothing to me, you fucking bitch”, you hiss and not once avert your gaze away from his, knowing he’s gonna use the difference in height to his own advantage when he has no idea of the people you’ve gotten in fights with over the years. To his defense, he doesn’t actually know anything about you in the first place.

“it’s the middle of the night, just stop wasting our time and give us the fucking money, you worthless cunt.”

Your father’s heartless words hit you like a punch right in the guts; the feeling something you haven’t felt in a while and probably something online he’s ever been able to make you go through. His choice of words and tone isn’t something new or surprising to you because even after five years of barely any contact with each other, your father has never bothered to hide his resentment for you as an individual. Every person you’re close with has heard your own father talk to you like this at least once and no matter how much time passes, the waves of humiliation and shame just don’t seem to become any less overwhelming.

“I don’t owe you shit, you old fuck”, you defend yourself once you’ve finally found your voice, hating the little shake in your breathing, “you took everything I’ve ever loved, ever card about. Fuck you, fuck your ugly ass wife and fuck your kids.”

“Watch your fucking mou-”, this time Kenta doesn’t get to step even closer to you, nor does he get to finish his threat as Sunghoon comes back into your peripheral vision and before you can physically react, you watch your former cie skating partner reach for your younger brother’s collar and swiftly push him up against the wall.

“I don’t give a fuck about your age, back the fuck off or I’ll rearrange both sets of teeth in that big mouth of yours, got it?”

“What exactly did we take from you, huh? Come on, name me one actual example and I’ll leave”, your father scoffs and rolls his eyes, reminding you of all the times he had manipulated and gaslit you into thinking and genuinely believing every insult and criticism he had thrown into your face.

“What the fuck? Are you fucking serious?”

“Ah, yeah typical Nishimura Y/N behavior”, he suddenly chuckles and looks at you with mockery gleaming in his exhausted gaze, a sight so surreal and sad it actually has your blood boiling, “screaming, swearing, pointing your fingers at others when it’s usually your own fault – you really haven’t changed, have you? Still the silly little girl who expects the world to revolve around her when she couldn’t even sacrifice anything for her own blood.”

“What?”

Your father tilts his head to the side as soon as he notices the tears blurring your vision, knowing very well what his words have done to you and where one would expect him to finally back off, the pain and agony in your facial features only make him want to take things as far as possible. He’s always pushed you past your breaking point, not because he wanted you to grow, but because he actually enjoys seeing you in such pain. He’s always referred to it as his own way of torture since he’s never been powerful enough to use his hands on you.

“What do you mean ‘what’? First you claim that we’ve taken something away from you and now you’re surprised when I point out your lack of sacrifices for the family?”

“I – My childhood, my youth, my dreams – I sacrificed everything I’ve ever had to please you”, your voice is quite and steady, more confused than angry as you struggle to understand what the fuck is actually going on, “I was never enough. Nothing I’ve ever done or achieved was enough to please you and that bitchass wife of yours.”

“Don’t talk about her like that”, your father suddenly spits and reminds you of his biggest trigger, “she’s never done anything but love you like her own but all you did was badmouth her because you’re an ungrateful, spoiled little bitch who’s bound to fail in life.”

“What the fuck – are you even talking about?” This time you refuse to keep your cool as you raise the volume of your voice and actually push him away, too disgusted by his words to bear with the close proximity any longer.

It’s then that Sunghoon finally lets go of your younger brother to come in between you and your father, knowing he won’t hesitate to do what’s necessary. He knows you can handle this by yourself but at the end of the day he would never, ever let that fucker or anyone lay a hand on you.

“Your step-mother alway tried her best but you never–”, “Shut the fuck up. That fucking bitch took away my biggest dream and all you did was give her the approval she needed to ruin my life”, you don’t care about the time and the current location you’re in, too exhausted and emotionally drained to hold back any of it any longer, “go ahead and keep praising that ugly bitch because that’s the only thing you’re good for anyway. Trying to please one tyrant because the one in your childhood never loved you enough to give a fuck about his fucking loser son.”

You’ve only ever met your paternal grandfather a couple of times in your life but from all the things your maternal aunt had told you, he’s never really been a big fan or supporter of his own son, finally explaining your father’s lack of basic human decency.

“You fucking bitch”, and as those words leave his lips, you actually watch the way your father lifts his arm, only for his hand never reaching its goal.

Yet again, Sunghoon happens to be way faster than your brain can actually follow as the next thing your eyes witness is the sight of your archenemy casually holding onto your father’s wrist before twisting his arm into the other direction and eliciting a painful scream from the old man’s throat.

“Not on my fucking watch, you loser”, Sunghoon presses through gritted teeth and twists your father’s arm a little further, “you’re never, ever going to come close to her again, di you hear me? Now take that scumbag of a son and fuck off or I’m gonna finish what your daddy started.”

“You little–”, “You don’t want to see what happens if I have to repeat myself, you fucking cunt. Now fuck. Off.”

The following few minutes pass by in a blur as you watch Kenta and your father really doing as they’re told and as soon as you step into the somehow comforting space of your airbnb, you feel a wave of exhaustion roll over you.

Sunghoon doesn’t say anything, yet refuses to leave you alone.

But why? Why does he care so much about you and why does he genuinely want to run after two two fuckers and beat the living shit out of them for hurting you like this?

He hates you.

But the sight of your tear filled eyes send him into a literal panic mode.

He can’t fucking stand you, your personality, you as an individual, everything you say and stand for.

Yet he quietly follows you into one of the bedrooms knowing he’s gonna argue with you if you dare to send him away.

“Just fuck off”, you spit, as if you could read his thoughts and usually your words would rub him the wrong way, but after all these years, Sunghoon is just too familiar with your coping mechanisms, so without giving it another thought, he shakes his head, yet not responding verbally.

“Sunghoon, just get the fuck to your room and leave me alone. I really can’t deal with your shit right now”, you sigh and rub your temples, throwing your jacket off like it’s the reason for the heavy feeling on your chest.

“Take it out on me.”

What the fuck is he saying?

“What?”

“Stop bottling your anger and frustration up like a fucking child”, he hisses and runs a hand through his dark hair, his eyes focusing yours as he watches hsi words finally make their way through your thick skull, “punch me, scream at me, curse me the fuck out but stop pushing it all away like it never happened. You’re ruining yourself for people who are worth shit.”

“Sunghoon, I–”, but to your surprise, his words actually trigger something deep inside of you and before you can actually realise it, tears have started streaming down your cheeks, ruining the make up you had spent so much time on.

“Fucking finally”, he grunts and reaches for your wrist, only to pull you into his chest and wrap his arms around your body, not expecting you to instantly melt into hsi touch as your cries and sobs start growing heavier, louder and more desperate.

You bury your face in the fabric of his hoodie and for the first time in your life, you don’t worry about anyone else but yourself.

Sunghoon remains silent as you allow yourself to wail and cry in his arms like a little girl, the one you had refused to let out as the mere thought of someone seeing you like this makes you nauseous but for some reason, you don’t seem to care that it’s him, of all people.

Maybe it’s because you know he actually doesn’t give a fuck, not about you or anything and anyone else. Or maybe it’s because of how tired and exhausted you are, but the more your father’s words ring in your ears, the heavier your cries become.

As you lose yourself in the pain and agony of your fate, SUnghoon can’t help but think of all the times you had cried in his arms when the two of you were just little kids trying to find a home in the arms of someone you had always trusted. The more memories and mental images of your ten year old self rush through his head, the stronger his hold on your body becomes and with a soft sigh, Sunghoon finally allows himself to lift his hand and gently caress the back of your head, your back and even your cheeks.

You have absolutely no idea just how long the two of you stay like this but by the time your cries finally die down, you feel lightheaded and sleepy.

There’s so much you want to say, question and ask, so much to discuss and talk about, so many things left unsaid yet the second you lift your head to look up at him, the only thing you can think about is the comfort and peace of mind his touch comes with.

Neither one of you dares to speak a word as the tension in the empty bedroom grows thicker and thicker, leaving you gasping for air and from the inconsistent movements of his chest, you can tell that Sunghoon’s probably going through the same mental dilemma as you.

“I need you”, you suddenly whisper against his lips, his nose nudging yours as he waits for you to ask for it the way he always does, “please, Sunghoon. I don’t wanna think anymore.”

As soon as you say those words, he’s a goner.

No matter how much he tries to deny it, at the end of the day he simply can’t hide the fact that all it takes is for you to ask for him, his body, his touch. No matter how much he hates it, he knows his body belongs to you and at this point he’s more than willing to look past whatever the fuck has happened between the two of you if it meant he gets another taste of you, the most forbidden of fruits.

The next thing you know is the feeling of his plump lips capturing yours in a needy kiss, a soft whimper bubbling up your throat the second his tongue grazes yours and without giving it much more thought, you push everything else into the farest corner of your brain and make sure he becomes the only thing on your mind,

Sunghoon’s kisses are hungry, they’re sloppy and needy; something you’ve grown obsessed with ever since the first one you two had shared all those weeks ago.

With every motion of his lips, the feeling of his hot breath fanning against your warm skin and his saliva slowly coating the entirety of your tongue you feel yourself ascending into the highest parts of your lust.

It doesn’t take much longer for him to grow impatient, the only thing on his mind being your pleasure and the urge to give you exactly what you need.

With his big, ring clad hands roaming your body, kneading the soft flesh of your waist and your thighs, Sunghoon quickly gets rid of your little black skirt, but also not wasting much time with the rest of your clothes. By the time he’s guided you to the king sized bed on the other side of the room, you’ve lost every piece of fabric separating your soft skin from his needy touch and you don’t even care about the fact that Sunghoon has yet to take off any of his own clothes.

“Lay back, spread those legs for me”, he grunts after letting go of your bottom lip, his own swollen and red, the sight so sinful you feel lightheaded by the time the fog clouding your brain finally clears up.

Usually you’d protest and tease him, too proud to give him what he’s asked of you right away but as you look up at him with glossy eyes, you notice the hunger in his gaze and all you can do is obey his request without hesitation.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, snowflake”, Sunghoon grunts and gently places his hands on your knees right before pulling your legs apart, revealing your drenched cunt to his hungry eyes, “she’s all mine, after all. Isn’t that right?”

His words leave you speechless, something you have yet to grow used to when it comes to Park Sunghoon and yet you don’t actually question him and silently nod in response to his hypothetical question.

For the first time since the two of you had started being intimate with each other, you’re actually feeling much more than just this deep burning wrath and hatred, so much more than hunger and lust. It’s deeper, darker and so, so much scarier.

“Eyes on me”, Hoon suddenly hisses and pinches the soft flesh of your inner thigh to get your attention back on him, mostly because he knows he’s gonna lose you to those dark thoughts and doubts if he doesn’t.

“Just cum when you need to”, he whispers against the wet flesh of your pussy, his tongue lapping up the few drops leaking out of your sensitive hole almost casually, “I’m not gonna stop until you’re crying again. But this time it’s gonna be because of how good I’m making you feel, got it?”

Yet again, all you can do is nod but this time it’s not enough. Sunghoon needs to hear you.

“Use your words or I’m not gonna let you cum at all”, he groans and lifts his head up to look at you, “don’t disappoint me now, snowflake.”

“Yes, Sunghoon”, you quickly reply, your head back to its cloudy state as the anticipation for what’s to come overwhelms your senses, “please, just make me feel good.”

And Park Sunghoon has never needed to be told twice when it came to a request of this kind.

The following minutes are filled with loud slurping, a mixture of your high pitched moans and Sunghoon’s muffled grunts, as he makes sure to lap up every single drop of your sweet juices, genuinely afraid to waste any of it and losing himself in the taste of your perfect pussy. Every now and then you catch a glimpse of your archenemy between your legs, his face flushed, tinted in the sweetest shades of shade, the skin of his chin and his cheeks, even the tip of his nose glisten from your juices and his eyes filled with so much lust and hunger, you actually can’t remember seeing him as fucked out as in this particular moment.

With every single swift motion of his tongue against your sensitive clit, you feel yourself falling deeper into the haze of your pleasure and as he manages to push you over the edge not once, not twice but three times in a row, you have to use every bit of your remaining strength to push his head away from your pussy; the sensitivity and overstimulation too much for your exhausted body to handle.

“E-Enough”, you sob softly, your hand firmly holding onto the thick strands of his hair as Sunghoon casually litters your inner thighs in open mouthed kisses, sucking the skin into his mouth every now and then to leave his marks to make sure they remind you of him the following days.

What the fuck is he thinking?

“Think you can do one more for me? Wanna fuck you to sleep so you’re properly rested for our day trip tomorrow”, Sunghoon teases you with a shit eating grin on his face as he comes to stand on his sore feet, calmly taking off his hoodie as well as his jeans, knowing how much it actually annoys you whenever he takes too much time with it.

“Fuck off”, you huff and pull your swollen bottom lip between your teeth, impatiently waiting for him to finally reveal his hard cock to your hungry eyes.

“Should I?”, he suddenly mumbles and pushes his boxer briefs down his thighs, his big cock slapping against his toned stomach and instantly leaving a tiny stain on his spale skin.

Without even replying to his sneaky comment, you sit yourself up and wrap your fingers around the length of his hard cock, looking up at him with glossy, needy eyes and tear stained cheeks, a sight so sinful and breathtaking, Sunghoon can’t physically stop himself from taking your face into one of his hands as he calmly thrusts his cock into your fist.

His eyes roll into the back of his head the second your tongue darts out to lick over his angry tip but after tongue fucking you for almost an hour straight, he simply has no patience left.

“Head back , stick your tongue out and keep your eyes on me”, he grunts and pushes his hand into your hand to help you follow his instructions, only for his cock to give away just how much he likes just how quick you are to follow his demands as it twitches in your grip and actually makes you smile cheekily.

Sunghoon tugs at the roots of your hair and takes a whole moment to admire how good you look all fucked out and ready for him and him only.

What the fuck is going on? He hates you. Hate.

This time he won’t let those confusing thoughts get the best of him as he puckers his lips and lets a thick drop of his spit fall onto the back of your tongue and carefully watches the way you swallow it without hesitation.

Within just a few minutes he makes his way on top of you, getting comfortable between your legs and casually rubbing his rock hard cock against your needy, yet overly sensitive slit.

“Don’t you dare close those eyes, did you hear me? I want you to look at me when I fuck and fill that little pussy up”, Sunghoon breathes against your lips and lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when your little hole starts clenching in response to his touch.

“Just fuck me already”, you hiss when the impatience finally catches up on you, “the boys will be back soon and I really want you to cum inside of me.”

Why the fuck would you say something like that? And why the fuck don’t you regret it as much as you're supposed to?

“Will you look at that?” Sunghoon chuckles and pushes his tip a little deeper inside of your tight cunt, grunting and groaning as soon as your hot walls embrace him again, “got so used to being filled to the brim with my cum, can’t go to sleep without it anymore, hm?”

“F-Fuck off–oh, my God”, your voice breaks into a high pitched moan as soon as Sunghoon thrusts a few more inches of his impressive length inside of you and if it wasn’t for the weird urge to keep your unspoken promise of maintaining eye contact, you would have lost you remind already.

“There we go, just a little bit more.” Did he just praise you? No, encourage you? No teasing? No bickering? Actual encouragement?

“S-So big”, you whisper the second he bottoms out and you actually feel his tip graze the entrance to your womb, “more, Sunghoon. Stop fucking with me.”

“Don’t brat out on me now, snowflake”, he chuckles, not necessarily bc of how amusing you are but mostly because he’s desperately trying to hide how good you’re making him feel, “I’m gonna cum inside of this pussy tonight, I don’t give a fuck if the boys hear or see us or not.”

“Stop fucking playing and fuck me like you mean it already”, you hiss, this time genuine annoyance wavering in your tone and from the way you’ve been clenching around his cock for the past few minutes, Hoon can tell just how close you are. To his luck.

Without wasting anymore time, Sunghoon slowly pulls his cock out of your tight cunt only to thrust himself all the way back inside of you with one swift motion of his hips. It doesn’t take much time for him to find the perfect rhythm, his thrusts deep and hard, yet still fast and coordinated enough to hit the right spots and turn you into a nonsense babbling mess. Every time the tip of his cock hits the sweetest of spots deep inside of you, you feel yourself getting closer, your noises growing higher and louder, yet still not loud enough to overpower Sunghoon’s deep grunts and guttural moans.

The closer he gets, the deeper he loses himself in the sweet feeling of your cunt, the more he buries his face in your neck and as you tug on the strands of his freshly dyed dark hair, Sunghoon can’t help the little whines from escaping his sore throat.

“C-Close”, you finally whisper and push his big hand holding onto your tit down in between your legs hoping he just does what you silently requested instead of making you ask for it.

“Me too”, Hoonie grunts and pulls away from your neck, his cheeks even redder than, his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead and his pretty lips parted as not a single breath he lets out is anything but a shaky moan.

“Look at me”, the demand comes out of nowhere but as soon as your eyes flatter open to find his, Sunghoon starts picking up the pace of his thrusts all while his fingers apply just the right amount of pressure on your sensitive clit.

And just when you’re about to stumble over the edge, Sunghoon quickly pushes his lips against yours and finally gives you the last thing you needed for the coil in your lower tummy to snap.

With a loud, dragged out whimper, your nails digging into his back and your vision blacking out, you loser yourself in the overwhelming waves of your orgasm, falling even deeper and harder when Sunghoon quickly follows you into sweet relief as he paints the insides of your tight cunt in several shades of white.

Just as usual, neither one of you can actually say anything as the sound of your heavy breathing remains the only thing to fill the emptiness of your bedroom.

However, this time Sunghoon refuses to just pull out and step away.

For some reason, the urge to take proper care of you becomes overwhelming, so with a soft sigh, he pulls away and starts caressing your heated skin.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t really know what would be appropriate, so after soothing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, Sunghoon slowly pulls his now soft cock out and quickly reaches for his boxer briefs. Usually this is the moment where he hurries ot the bathroom to get you a towel, but this time he actually bends down to grab his hoodie from the floor before he holds his hand out for you to grab, only to help you put on right, and then heading out of the room to grab a towel.

Your brain is too foggy, too chaotic to read much into it and by the time he finishes cleaning up the mess between your legs, Sunghoon casually lays on the other side of your bed and quickly pulls you into his arms.

Never in your life have you expected to find yourself in bed with Park Sunghoon’s steady heartbeat pounding underneath your ear. Yet for the first time in your life, you actually feel at total ease. Nothing matters and nothing will matter, not as long as you’re both like this.

And as Sunghoon attentively watches the way your lids grow heavier right before you drift off to sleep, he catches himself playing with a few strands of your hair and it’s then that he realizes that maybe, just maybe, there’s more to his feelings than pure hatred.

Maybe he doesn’t actually hate you as much as he’s always thought.

But when his boys notify him about their arrival in a few minutes, Sunghoon has no choice but to pull away to save you both from a situation neither one is ready for and before he can overthink it, he places a soft kiss on your forehead and leaves after tucking you into bed properly.

Fuck. This actually just happened.

And he’s not even upset about it.

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It Takes Two. #01

Trouble at Sea

RORONOA ZORO x READER

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“What do you mean, broken?” Usopp came up last, having been on the opposite side of the ship. You stared at Nami, wide-eyed. So that confirms the nagging feeling I’ve had, you realized. I can’t sense any islands! Not even a rock above the sea.

“I mean, its not locking onto any island! That should be impossible.”

Instantly, you could feel Zoro’s eyes on you. Usopp’s gaze followed his, and you puffed your feathers indignantly. “Don’t look at me like that. In case you haven’t realized, I've been in sight of at least one of you my entire time on this ship.” Usopp seemed satisfied by that answer, though Zoro never stopped glaring. Sanji scoffed and half shoved Zoro, “stop staring at the lady like that! Her defense is flawless.”

“Damn cook! She’s the only suspect that could’ve broken it.”

“How do we know you didn’t break it, huh?! Lumbering about, I bet you broke it.”

“The hell did’ya say?!”

“You heard me!”

“Enough, both of you!” Nami shouted, her fist connecting with both of their heads and sending them on their ass.

Yikes. That must’ve hurt-

Luffy tilted his head and asked, “is there any way to reset it?” “I.. I don’t know. We’d need to reach an island for it to re-set. But, it set on the last island..”

Nami was staring at it, and you closed your eyes.

“I can try and help,” you finally said, moving closer to Nami. “If you remember earlier, I said I can usually - essentially, lock on to islands. The chances of me sensing them before the Logue Pose is high. I just won’t be able to tell specifics of where we’re going.”

Nami stared at you, “you’d do that?” “I will.”

“Oh, thank you!” She threw her arms around you, and you awkwardly stood before allowing your wings to wrap around her, tail twitching nervously. “I’ll do my best- do you mind if I take the lookout? The higher I am, the better.”

“Awesome!” Luffy added, throwing his arms in the air. Chopper still looked nervous, and Usopp was the same. “Are you sure you can do it? I think I’m catching we need a new logue pose disease-” You snorted, shaking your head in amusement, “my blood will prove far more reliable than a piece of technology. It could just be an old logue pose.” You unwrapped your wings from Nami as she pulled away, though still stressed- you couldn’t blame her there. You were nervous too, but you couldn’t vocalize it quite yet. It wasn’t worth worrying the crew when you may just be having a range problem.

“You should get some rest,” Nami advised, “and take over in the morning.” Raising a hand, you shook your head. “I’ve slept for a week. I’ll be fine until tomorrow night.” Luffy snickered, with Chopper perking up, “don’t over-do it! You’re still injured.” “I’ll be sitting still. Thanks for your concern, Doc.”

. . .

Which led you to sitting up in the lookout. It was cramped, not that you minded. You’d been up for about two hours, watching as the sky slowly blushed a gentle pink as the sun began to greet your side of the world. We’ve been sailing for hours, and still.. There hasn’t been a bird in sight. Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen many fish, either.

Part of you was beginning to feel guilty. It wasn’t like you could help it- if there was no land, there was none. You were unaware of Viserons had a range limit of how far away they could sense land, but still.

“Anything new?”

“GA- damn it, make some noise!”

You yelped, having turned around with such speed you almost toppled over, hand covering your heart once more. The swordsman had climbed up to the lookout, making room for himself to sit across from you. “You seriously need some more situational awareness.” Zoro replied, unable to hide the grin that spread across his face. “I was focused!” “So you said last time. Doesn’t answer my question.”

“...No. There’s nothing new. I’m putting a bell on your happy ass.”

Zoro released what you thought was a mix of a sigh and amused snort, shaking his head. “Aren’t you supposed to be better than a Logue Pose?” “I am! In case you’ve noticed, neither of us are working. So in turn, I am neither worse nor better than it, now.”

“Yuh-huh.” The swordsman adjusted himself and you instinctively drew as far away from him as you could in the cramped look-out. He eyed you, and, maybe for his own amusement, jolted as though he was going to move closer. You shrank further, wings tucking closer as your feather tufts pinned to the side of your head.

“Personal bubble, dude!” “Stop being so jumpy. If I was gonna stab ya, it would’ve been earlier.”

That reminds you-

“Why do you carry three swords?”

“To fight with. Obviously.”

“Obviously, but why three? It doesn’t look like you have three hands.”

“I carry one in my mouth.” As if to prove a point, he drew the white one, and plopped it in his mouth. Your jaw gaped for a moment, closing and opening your mouth to picture carrying the weight of a sword during a fight. “......Why though?! You’ve gotta have some crazy jaw strength.”

His lips tugged into a smirk, as he removed it from his mouth, “three swords style. I could teach ya.”

You shook your head, tail curling in amusement. “Pass, I'd rather not break my fangs or my jaw.”

“Your loss.”

“I’d rather learn the one-hand sword style. Not that it’d work well with how I fight.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “How do you fight?”

“With bow and specialized arrows. Viserons, and the locals from Aero-Mountain, fight in the air. We can’t carry too much weight into battle.

“My personal favorite arrows are the explosives and poison gas.” “That’s dirty.” You snickered, “i couldn’t care less. In a real fight, its my life or theirs. There’s also water arrows, though those don’t get used often.. They were developed to battle devil-fruit users. But seeing as no sailors have reached our island for so long.. Well, Ice comes in handy more than water does.”

Zoro nodded, and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. You watched as his eyes closed, his breathing becoming increasingly steadier until you were certain he’d fallen asleep. How care free, you thought, allowing your eyes to close as well. Not to sleep, but rather to ensure focus. You’d been up here for hours, yet not a single island had come to your senses. What could possibly be going wrong?! Surely either me or the Pose would’ve long since locked onto something! Its starting to seriously stress me out. Especially since we’ve been moving..

Wait.

“Wait-”

You jolted up, causing Zoro to jolt awake as well, “whaddya doin?!” but you didn’t stop to answer, instead throwing yourself off the lookout, your wings snapping open to catch you, powerful movements keeping you steady.

“Hey, Chopper said you shouldn’t be flying- get down!”

“There’s no wind. We haven’t moved for hours!”

You weren’t fighting the wind, the mast and sails weren’t moving, not even the water had waves! Zoro stared at you for a minute before it clicked in his head, and you allowed yourself to drop to the ground.

“Nami!”

You shouted, running towards the resting rooms, and knocked frantically on the door. “Huh? What’s upp..” Her voice was groggy from sleep, and part of you felt bad for waking her, you blurted, “we haven’t been moving for hours! There’s no wind! I don’t think there’s any current, either!”

“WHAT?!”

Her screech was likely to wake all the others, and she threw open her door, looking like a hot mess. “I didn’t even stop to think about it until I realized how long we’ve been on the water.”

“That doesn’t explain why you threw yourself out of the lookout.” Zoro grumbled, and you rolled your eyes, “So i could see for myself if there was any wind."

"Couldn't ya have just.. yaknow." He stuck a finger in the air and you scoffed, "that ways no fun."

"But it's practical."

"Oh put a sock in it, mosshead."

"The hell ya say, feathers?!"

"Knock it off, both of you! This is serious!" Nami interjected, rushing out to look at the sails, and then at the water. Sensing what she wanted to do, you jumped over the railing, flying close enough to the water and stuck your hand in. There was no current.

"Not a thing," you reported, coming to land on the railing.

"How could I have not noticed.." "You were asleep, that's how. If anything, blame me and zoro. We were the ones awake."

"Leave me outta this!"

"Fair point, you did fall asleep."

Zoro clenched his teeth, leaving you snickering, but the amusement didn't last long. Nami had run back into the map room, and you followed suit.

"It doesn't make any sense.. we shouldn't be anywhere near the calm belt!"

"Thats right. Plus, if this was the calm belt.. we'd have been eaten by monsters. A while ago."

You shrugged your shoulders, and could feel Nami relax just a bit. Zoro hadn't followed you guys: you assumed he figured the two of you had it. "...what other reasons could there be for the lack of life?" You questioned, Leaning over the table to stare closer at her maps. Looking at it now, her maps were elaborate: not a single space left unmarked. Nami pinched the bridge of her nose, and you sighed.

"Somethings just not right. Should be sensing- anything. But there's nothing."

"I just don't know.."

"So let me fly out there."

You let your wings spread, "let me get some distance. If I fly atleast half a days travel from the ship, I'm bound to find something."

Nami looked up and, shook her head. "I can't let you do that.. Chopper said you shouldn't be flying. You shouldn't mess up your back an-" "I'll be fine. I'm a Viseron. We were made for this." You cut her off, "and I could even bring Chopper or someone else with me. Assuming you have a board or something that'll float, attach a rope to me and I can essentially be a snow dog, except in the skies."

"That sounds cool!"

You recognized Luffy's voice, and you both turned your heads to see the crew standing at the door.

"I filled them in on what was going on," Zoro explained, Chopper on his shoulder, "you can't do that! You'll strain your wings and back too much!"

Crossing your arms you stared at Chopper, eyes narrowing. "You're cute and all, but you can't judge what my body can take. I feel my body much better than you can. That being said, I am grateful for your concern." Chopper opened his mouth and this time,Zoro covered it. "She's made up her mind. However.."

"That person you said you'll bring? It's me."

Which leads you here. A rope tightened around your waist, attached to a small row boat- well, actually, it could hardly be called a boat.. more like a glorified, giant wooden bowl, with Zoro sat in it. He kept trying to row, which threw off your flying, but he was just trying to help.

You didn't really care who went, but with all of them arguing, and Nami growing increasingly more annoyed, you stated Zoro would be the one to come. He was quiet, anyways.

Chopper would've been lighter, but he was a worrier: Sanji was creepy with his.. weird fascination with women, Luffy would be a hassle, and too much of a risk with a devil fruit, and it seemed Nami and Usopp were too scared.

So you'd flown in silence for a few hours. The Sunny had long since grown out of view. Your back was beginning to feel strained, but you weren't ready to stop.

"Hey, Feathers."

Zoro spoke up, and making sure there was no slack to the rope, you flew closer, just above his head. "Yeah?"

"What's it like? Flying."

You thought a moment, before shrugging. "It's natural.. fun, but .. natural." "Huh. Why arent your wings further up?"

Ouch. So the stereotype wings are a thing.

You chuckled. "I've heard most people think the wings should grow from our shoulders." Your wings actually rested in your mid back. You had custom made shirts that doubled as thin body armor. "Men usually have them a bit higher, since they tend to be more top heavy. Besides defects, wings are always below the shoulders."

He seemed confused, but didn't question it further. "..didn't answer what it's like."

"Oh- .. think of it like, swimming, but in the air, and less holding you back. Until you get really high up, there isn't any wild pressure. It's.. Freeing." You responded. There wasn't really any answer to how it felt, and Zoro seemed satisfied.

"My turn to ask. Why did you come? Is it because you don't trust me to come back?"

That caught the swordsman off guard. He placed his hand on the hilt of the white sword, staring up at you.

"Something like that. You could've very easily been faking injury. ..speaking of, get on the boat. You've been flying for hours, take a damn break." He gestured to the boat, which would put you in another cramped area with the man. "Pass. I'm sure you've guessed by the amount of times I've said this, but I'm a Viseron. Built for flight."

He raised an eyebrow, and reached for the rope. "Don't you d-" and he tugged it, pulling you down until you were forced to land.

Tail twitching back and fourth out of annoyance, you crossed your arms. "So you accuse me of faking an injury, and then insist on resting because of said injury? Logic 101."

Zoro laughed, shaking his head. "Not trusting you doesn't mean you need to suffer because of it."

"How chivalrous." Your feather tufts pricked. A soft groan was coming from the ocean. "..hey? Swordsman. You hear that?"

"It's Zoro. And.. yeah, now that you mention it, I do." He stood up, and your wings slowly spread, ready to take flight. "It's coming from above the water but.. I don't see anything."

You whispered, eyes darting back and fourth. Zoro nodded in agreement, drawing two of his swords. You felt vulnerable not having a real weapon, besides the sharpness of your wings.

Another minute of you both completely frozen, and then..

A ship. Coming out of the middle of nowhere, as if a hole had ripped open in the sky to let it through.

"What a big ship!"

"...shit. The Marines!"

#roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #one piece x reader #one piece #straw hats x reader #straw hats

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Midnight | Chapter 16 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - you travel to South Dakota with Spencer for his next target which leads to a surprising confession of feelings. The BAU make strides in discovering your whereabouts.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - Spencer is trying, drinking, swearing, murder, drink driving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

WC - 4.9k

Chapter 16 - Dangerous

Hal’s Used Car Lot, located just outside of Roanoke and only three and a half miles from where the burnt out Volvo was found, was the fourth place of its kind Luke Alvez and Matt Simmons had visited that morning. 

It was late when Penelope had dropped the information on them so they’d spent last night compiling lists and calling hospitals which didn’t yield anything. First thing this morning Emily sent Luke and Matt down towards Roanoke to check out several car dealerships and rental places. 

JJ and Rossi’s trip out to the Franklin County crime lab hadn’t shed any more light on the situation. No usable evidence was found in the car, all they’d ascertained was that petrol had been used as an accelerant and the crime scene techs had concluded it was arson and not an accidental fire. 

Luke stretched his back and rolled his shoulders as he exited the car again, all this driving around aching his muscles. Matt didn’t seem phased as he started across the lot, Luke following behind. 

It wasn’t hard to work out who they needed to speak to, the owner Hal Mitchum plastered his face across all the billboards around the lot and it wasn’t like it was a particularly nice face. He was a huge man, at least six six and almost as wide, his broad shoulders barely contained in the suit jacket he wore. 

Luke and Matt exchanged a look as they headed to where he was schmoozing a customer on the far side of the lot, throwing out his charm in the hopes of a sale. He looked up at them as they approached, the way his brow furrowed told them he wasn’t pleased about being disturbed. 

“Hal Mitchum?” Matt spoke as they neared him.

“Give me a minute fellas, I’m already with a customer.” He smiled at them, a slightly smarmy smile.

“Not customers,” Luke retrieved his credentials. “SSA’s Luke Alvez and Matt Simmons with the FBI.” 

Hal straightened up and scrutinised them for a moment or two, clearly perturbed by their presence. He turned to the lady he’d been showcasing one of his cars to and smiled at her. 

“Why don’t you head inside and one of my guys can give you some more information on this little puppy. I’ll be right there.” He patted her shoulder and she nodded happily, albeit slightly confused, before heading towards the building. 

Hal stepped out from behind the car and folded his thick arms over his chest, eyebrow cocked at the two agents. 

“What can I help you with?”

“We’re investigating a possible missing person. We have reason to believe he may have purchased a used car from you in the last couple of weeks.” Matt began. 

“He would have paid cash, probably didn’t look around much, he would have been happy with something cheap and reliable. He didn’t have another vehicle to trade.” Luke continued. 

“Boys,” Hal clucked. “This here is one of the busiest used car dealerships in Franklin County. You gotta be more specific.” 

Luke and Matt exchanged a look and Luke pulled out his phone and brought up a photograph of Spencer, turning the display towards Hal.

“He look familiar to you?” Luke asked, holding his breath while Hal inspected the photo with a furrowed brow.

“You know what, I think he does.” He nodded slowly. “Come inside, I’ll see if I can find his paperwork.” 

Luke felt a small weight lift from his shoulders as he and Matt hurriedly followed Hal across the lot. He led them to his office and slid in behind the desk. Luke and Matt took a seat while he rifled through a filing cabinet. Several long minutes passed before he settled on a particular file which he pushed across the desk to the SSA’s.

“Here you go, Andrew Burnett. Brought a little blue Nissan.” 

Luke picked up the papers and Matt glanced at it over his shoulder. He looked at the copy of the driver’s licence with a concerned frown. The photograph was most definitely Spencer, however the name was wrong and the licence was issued in the state of Colorado. He looked up at Matt who was frowning too.

“Wasn’t there a couple who checked into Heartland with that name?” Matt lowered his voice but of course Hal could still hear.

“Yeah, Andrew and Rose Burnett.” Luke nodded.

“Oh she was a sweetheart.” Hal spoke up and they both turned to look at him.

“Excuse me?” Matt questioned.

“His wife, Rose. She was a nervous little thing but she had a kind smile.” Hal nodded wistfully.

Luke retrieved his phone again and pulled up your picture which he showed to Hal.

“Was this her?” 

“Yeah that’s her.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“I never forget a pretty face.” Hal gave them that smarmy smile. 

“Any idea where they were heading?” Matt asked him now.

“No idea, but he kept saying he needed a car that would do a lot of miles. The Nissan was old but it had been well maintained. It was cheap and reliable, just like he wanted.” Hal leant back in his chair.

“And Rose, did she have any say in it? What was her involvement?” Luke was more keen to get to the bottom of where you fit into all of this.

“She didn’t talk much. You know now I think about it, she seemed like she didn’t want to be here. Kept checking the time, hurrying her husband along. Is he abusive?” Hal raised an eyebrow at the agents and Matt and Luke briefly exchanged a look.

“Why would you say that?” Matt’s brows furrowed.

“I don’t know, she just seemed…scared I guess, followed him around like a stray dog being promised food. Seen it before in abusive relationships.” He shrugged. “You want me to make you a copy of those?” 

Ten minutes later Luke and Matt were hopping back into Luke’s SUV with copies of the paperwork and driver’s licence. Luke started the engine but didn’t drive away.

“None of this makes any sense.” Matt was still staring at the licence that bore Spencer’s image. “Fake names, Colorado licences, a burnt out car?”

“If he’d set the fire himself, theoretically, why would he do that?” Luke turned in his seat to look at Matt.

“Because he has something to hide.”

“So pair that with the fake names and licences and the call I got from Y/N from the middle of nowhere and the fact that she’s been calling me from a burner phone. If it weren’t Y/N and Spencer we were talking about, what would you think?” Luke ran his hand over the back of his neck as he spoke. 

Matt exhaled, chewing on his bottom lip and looking between the paperwork and Luke. 

“I would think they were on the run. I would think these are two people who have committed a crime and are trying to get the hell out of dodge.” Matt admitted with a shake of his head. “We’ve gotta be wrong.” 

“I want us to be wrong.” Luke agreed. “But my gut has been telling me since day one that something was off, that there must be something big at play here. I’m really scared that Y/N and Spencer have done something irreparably stupid.” 

“We should get back and tell the team what we found.” Matt exhaled again, pulling on his seatbelt. 

Luke did the same before putting the car in drive and peeling out of the lot. He did not have a good feeling about this, but unbeknownst to him, it would only get a whole lot worse. 

***

When you awoke the next morning, you were alone in bed and honestly you weren’t surprised. Spencer had been the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him last night and you knew from experience that he would most likely have put his walls back up even higher than before. You were prepared for the cold shoulder, maybe even a fight. You at least hoped you could get some coffee in your system first. 

Still dressed in yesterday's clothes which you’d slept in, you padded down the stairs towards the kitchen. As you reached the bottom of the steps the smells of strong coffee and sweet syrup and smokey bacon wafted your way through the partially open kitchen door. You rubbed your eyes as you continued forward and tentatively entered the kitchen. 

Spencer was standing on the other side of the island, unboxing an array of hot and fresh food on the counter. He glanced up at you and offered you no more than a meagre half-smile before continuing his task.

“McGill’s does take out.” He shrugged. “Figured it would be better than anything I could cook.” 

You moved closer, sliding into one of the bar stools and smiling to yourself as you picked up one of the take out coffee cups.

“I also had no idea what you’d want to eat so I pretty much got everything.” He focused on laying out the food and wouldn’t look at you again. 

“That was really kind of you.” You dared to speak, taking a sip of the glorious McGill’s coffee.

“S’ok. We don’t need to make a big deal out of it. I was hungry too.” He shrugged, sitting in the chair next to you and started piling food on his plate. 

You knew it was a peace offering of sorts. Spencer didn’t have the words to apologise for now he’d been treating you and of course he knew one breakfast wasn’t simply enough but he hoped it was a start. 

You ate in silence and Spencer wouldn’t look at you and when he was finished he was quickly slipping out of the chair again. He smoothed out his shirt and swallowed thickly when he finally looked across at you. 

“I’ve gotta go up to South Dakota. It’s a really long drive so I was gonna head out soon and I probably won’t be back until tomorrow.” He awkwardly scuffed the toe of his converse on the wooden floor. 

“Oh, sure.” You tried not to sound as downtrodden as you felt. 

“I mean, I guess you can come. If you want to. Don’t feel like you have to, if you have plans with whatshisname or whatever. It’s your call.” He looked the picture of nerves and you thought it was extremely cute. It was amazing how one small gesture always managed to erase all the bad he'd done. 

It probably made you an idiot but you would cling to these moments when you caught a glimpse of the old Spencer as much as you could. 

“I don’t think I’m gonna be seeing too much of whatshisname anymore, so I have a free day.” You shrugged, trying to hide the smile from your lips.

“Ok. Cool.” He nodded. “We need to leave in the next half hour so, uh, yeah.” 

“Ok.” Your lip involuntarily turned up at the corner as Spencer started backing away. 

“Ok. I’m just gonna…” he trailed off, pointing over his shoulder and then he walked into one of the stools. He scrambled to set it right before it fell over and you saw a light blush spread to his cheeks. He shook his head, casting his eyes at the floor, no longer able to look at you. “I, uh, got you some stuff, it's on the couch.”

“Some stuff?” You frowned, getting to your feet as he made it to the door.

“Again, don’t make a big deal out of it, I’m just sick of hearing about you being cold.” With that he slipped through the door and disappeared. 

You frowned to yourself as you headed to the living room, knowing you had not once mentioned to Spencer how cold you’d been. You always had a feeling he could read your mind though. On the couch was a large brown paper bag with the Milky Way logo on the side. Your excitement took over and you were quickly diving inside. 

You found two large wool knit sweaters, one in a pastel pink colour and another in violet, Spencer’s favourite colour. There was a pair of thick knitted gloves, a scarf that was about four foot long and beanie hat all with matching patterns of stars and moons stitched into them. But that wasn’t all.

At the bottom of the bag sat a small yellow jewellery box which you plucked out with a shaking hand. You ran your fingers over the lid a few times before daring to open it. Nestled inside on a little velvet cushion was a handmade necklace of a rose gold heart hanging on a thin chain. Picking it up from the box and turning it over in your hand, you soon found the etching on the back of the heart. 

It was a little crudely done, clearly not something Milky Way usually offered, but you imagined Spencer had been insistent on having them engrave it for him and had probably paid a lot for the privilege. It was just three simple words but words that had to mean so much to you.

Partners in Crime. 

Your heart swelled as you held the necklace in your hand, a token of Spencer’s feelings towards you. It meant more to you than he would ever know. You couldn’t wait to put it on and show him that you felt the same. You were a little lost in the gift, and didn’t notice you were being watched until Spencer cleared his throat, startling you out of a reverie.

“Can you stop fawning and get ready now please? We really need to go soon.” He spoke from the doorway.

“Spencer,” you looked up at him, eyes full of tears. “This is so-”

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “It was nothing. Please don’t make it into a thing.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes, putting the necklace back in its box. “Can I at least say thank you?” 

“You’re welcome.” He muttered under his breath, turning away from you. “Now seriously, hurry up or I will leave without you.” 

You watched him leave again in amusement. You felt like maybe you and Spencer had built a bridge, like this could be the start of a whole new chapter for the two of you. Hopefully he didn’t prove you wrong again. But maybe you shouldn’t hold your breath.

***

Rapid City, South Dakota was an exhausting ten hour drive from Crested Butte. But Spencer didn’t seem all that phased by it, in fact he’d seemed more rattled when you’d joined him at the car wearing the necklace he’d gifted you. 

Had he expected you not to wear it? Why would he buy it if he thought you wouldn’t? It had clearly flustered him though and he’d averted his eyes and quickly hopped in the car. 

Talk had been minimal on the drive. He’d told you about his target, serial murder Jason Durand and the crimes which cops couldn’t pin on him. He’d stopped for gas once and brought you back a burger from the grubby roadside van nearby which you ate as he continued the drive. 

You were about an hour outside of Rapid City when he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, landing on the necklace he’d bestowed upon you. 

“You didn’t have to wear it, you know.” He spoke quietly, like he didn’t want you to hear him. 

“Why wouldn’t I wear it? You brought it for me, presumably for the purpose of me wearing it.” You couldn’t contain your smirk. 

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “If you didn’t like it or thought it was corny or something.” 

“It’s not corny.” You smiled at his obvious nerves. “And I love it.” 

“Right, good. That’s good.” He nodded. “But if you don’t want to wear it…”

“If I don’t want to wear it, I won’t.” You finished his sentence for him. 

“Good.” He focused back on the road but it was only a few minutes before he spoke again. “What did you mean when you said you don’t think you’ll be seeing too much of mountain man anymore?” 

“We’re, uh, it wouldn’t have worked out.” You fiddled with your hands in your lap. 

“Did you sleep with him?” He asked, his jaw tightening. 

“Yes.” You shrugged. “But you slept with Mary.”

“I did.” He sucked in a deep breath. “But I don’t want to again.”

You narrowed your eyes on the side of his face, trying to work out the things he wasn’t saying but he always was so hard to read. 

“Spence, if you have something to say, just say it. I can’t read your mind.” 

He clutched the wheel more firmly, his back straightening in his chair as he tried to get his words in order in his head. 

“I don’t want her or anyone else. So maybe we can just agree that we won’t…sleep with other people anymore.” He was more nervous than you’d ever heard him but after everything he’d put you through you weren’t letting him off so lightly. 

“I’m not sure I understand.” You lied, a smirk tugging at your lips. 

“Goddammit,” he growled under his breath.

Suddenly he was pulling the car to the side of the interstate and slamming on the brakes, causing you to jerk forward in your chair. He turned to look at you, eyes wide.

“Spencer?” You chewed on your lip, your stomach churning. 

“I only want you, ok?” He spat out. “I don’t want us to keep playing these stupid games. If you’re going to wear my ring, my necklace, then you’re mine and no one else’s.” 

“Spencer…” you furrowed your brows and he sighed loudly and over dramatically. 

“I love you, is that what you want to hear?” He spoke so fast as though he didn’t want you to understand him. “I love you and I think you love me too and we should…be together.”

He looked so frightfully unsure of himself, so much the Spencer you’d known. It made your heart double in size and all the bad things he’d done just slipped away. 

“Ok.” You nodded. 

“Ok?” He frowned. 

“Ok. I don’t want anyone else but you either. I’m yours, Spence. Always have been.” You offered him a meek shrug. 

“Ok.” He nodded, turning back to the wheel. “Good. Ok.” 

He was soon pulling back onto the road and continued driving without saying another word. You smiled to yourself as you toyed with your necklace. 

Maybe you shouldn’t be in love with Spencer, shouldn’t have let him off so easily. Love does make people do crazy things, but following Spencer to the ends of the earth was probably one of the craziest. 

***

The twenty four hours that followed were an adrenaline and scotch fuelled blur. The death of Jason Durand had been fast and bloody, and when you’d sliced his throat and felt the hot, sticky substance spurt on your skin, you’d had the biggest grin on your face. Looking up at Spencer, he’d been smiling too.

“That was the hottest thing in the whole world.” He praised you and managed to refrain from jumping your bones in the puddle of Durand’s blood. 

You cleaned up, got his body in the trunk and left the house how you’d found it before jumping back in the Nissan in your blood soaked clothes. You found an almost full bottle of scotch on the backseat and turned the radio right up, tilting your chair back and sipping from the bottle as the euphoria consumed you. 

Spencer drove at a slightly manic pace, reaching over and taking the bottle from you before having a hefty sip. He drove for no more than twenty minutes along a deserted strip of road west of Rapid City before he was pulling the car to a stop on the grassy verge. When he turned to look at you, his eyes were frantic, a smile on his lips larger than you’d seen on him in a really long time. 

He swigged from the bottle again before using his free hand to undo his seatbelt, then yours and then grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you over the centre console and into his lap. His fingers toyed with the gold heart around your neck as you took the bottle from him and sipped it. His hand then trailed down over your stained shirt and you felt him quickly grow hard. 

“I can’t wait any longer. I need you.” He bucked against you. 

“Then have me.” You shrugged, taking another sip of the scotch. 

No sooner had you swallowed, Spencer was kissing you, gripping the back of your neck to keep you close. His other hand was already working on the buttons on your jeans and helped you out of them which was no easy feat in the small car. 

You continued to kiss him while helping him free his erection. His fingers edged your panties aside before running between your legs. He hissed when he felt how wet you were already. He moved his thumb to your clit and started rubbing but you were shaking your head, moving to grip the base of his cock and move it between your legs. 

“Can’t wait.” You panted against his lips. “Need to feel you.” 

Spencer didn’t complain as you started lowering yourself on his member, feeling himself disappear inside of you inch by inch. His head rolled back against the headrest and he moaned deeply once he bottomed out. 

You gripped his shoulders and used them as leverage to start moving up and down. The radio was still blaring, masking your moans and it was only seconds before the windows of the car steamed up with your heavy breaths. 

Spencer groped your breasts through your shirt soaked in blood as you rode him, keeping eye contact with him as you did so. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been this turned on in his life, he’d missed this, missed you. Mary didn’t hold a candle to you and the way you felt.

He knew as he felt you clenching around him that he never wanted to be with another woman as long as lived. Your rings might be fake, but the symbolism was real. He loved you as though you were his wife and he would until his dying day. You were his everything. Nothing could mess with the two of you, nothing could ever bring you down. 

Your grip on his shoulders tightened and he knew you were close. He started rocking his hips up to meet you, desperate for you to reach the peak of pleasure. 

You screamed his name into the void as you fell over the edge, practically crumpling in his arms. He held you steady while he continued to thrust up into you until he spilled his seed inside of you. 

You stayed like this for a while, Spencer still inside you while you panted against his shoulder. He held you gently, almost lovingly while you caught your breath. After a while he took hold of your jaw and tugged you back to look at him.

“Partners in crime.” He mumbled with a smile. 

“Partners in crime. Forever.” You nodded in agreement. 

What you didn’t know at the time was that after tonight the two of you really would be bound together forever. That night in a haze of adrenaline brought on from your latest kill, in the front seat of that little Nissan, you and Spencer had created something that would tie you to each other forever. But it would be a while before you knew what happened that night, before you discovered the life you had created on the side of that road.

Spencer kissed you softly before helping you back into your seat. You got back into your jeans while he tucked himself away, taking another sip of the scotch before starting the engine and continuing on his way. 

He continued for another half hour before he pulled into the parking lot of the Gold Country Inn in the aptly named Deadwood. Being that he wasn’t covered in blood like you, he secured a room for the two of you for the night. 

You showered together, the dead body of Jason Durand still in the trunk of the Nissan for disposal tomorrow. You drank well into the night, exchanging sexual favours until the sun came up. 

In the morning you drove out to Nebraska National Forest where he dug a grave and buried your kill before starting the five and a half hundred mile drive back to Crested Butte. Spencer held your hand for the entire drive. And for the first time since you left DC some two weeks ago, you felt at peace, like you’d finally found where you were always meant to be. 

It was a classic case of folie à deux, a delusion shared by two people in close association. You’d started to believe what you were doing was justified, that you weren’t doing anything wrong. Spencer’s unwavering faith in his cause had rubbed off on you and there was no going back. 

You were Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow, Myra Hindley and Ian Brady, Rosemary and Fred West. You’d go down in history like those who came before you, right by his side. 

You’d had a taste and you’d never be the same. Spencer had awoken a dangerous side of you that could no longer be contained. You felt untouchable. 

But the one thing all those couples had in common was that they got caught, and you were stupid in thinking that you and Spencer could be any different. Because as the two of you drove back towards your new home, back at Quantico, Penelope Garcia had made a discovery.

She ran down the hall on her too high heels, almost tripping multiple times in her rush to find the team. She shoved open the bullpen door, causing it to swing on its hinges and everyone looked up at her as she fought to catch her breath. 

“What’s wrong?” JJ jumped up from her desk and ran to her side. “What have you found?” 

“I…I…” she panted, trying to control her breathing. “I put out the APB on the blue Nissan Spencer brought from Hal’s.” 

Luke was on his feet, coming closer to Garcia with a frown on his face.

“And?” He encouraged her. 

“It’s been spotted a few times here and there but since last weekend it has mostly been in one place. It comes and goes but it’s been picked up on the same camera multiple times.” Her eyes were wide, partly through excitement and partly through fear. 

“Where, Garcia?” Rossi was on his feet now too. 

“A place called Elk Avenue in the tiny little mountain town of Crested Butte, Colorado.” She spat out. 

The team all exchanged glances with one another, Emily who was standing in her office doorway included. It would make sense given the Colorado licence Spencer had used to buy the car but why that particular town? 

“We need to check it out.” JJ spoke on behalf of everyone, but looking at Emily. 

“We can’t all go, we have cases.” Emily shook her head, looking amongst her team and trying to make a quick decision. Her eyes stayed on Luke longer than the rest while she sighed. 

“Alvez?” She cocked her eyebrow at him.

“Yeah?” 

“First thing tomorrow, wheels up.” She nodded at him before turning on her heels and storming back into her office. 

You and Spencer had no idea the wheels that were currently in motion, like a train off its tracks hurtling towards you and there was no way to slow it down or to move out of its way. 

But you wouldn’t go down without a fight, no matter what happened. The BAU couldn’t stop you, not when you’d woken up feeling this dangerous. 

This is really my night, gonna take it right now,

Yeah, I'm feelin' like a Mack truck goin' downhill.

The people on the sidelines screaming "Slow down",

But you can't kill my vibe.

I'm a head case, and I'm leading the parade,

Rounding up the maniacs, let 'em out to play.

Once you get a taste, no, you'll never be the same

Bring the creatures to life.

My hand out the window just riding the wave,

My cares in the mirror just fading away.

Yeah, I'm superhuman, don't need to be saved,

Don't press your luck, I woke up feelin' dangerous.

Woke up feelin' dangerous.

(Ba-da-da, da).

(Ba-da-da, da).

Woke up feelin'.

This one's for the misfits,

And all the people on your shit list.

And now we're blowing you a big kiss,

'Cause we don't need you now.

I'm the little thorn hangin' outta your side,

You're digging me a grave 'cause you wish I'd just die.

Turn me to a ghost, now I'm flyin' too high,

And you can't kill my vibe.

My hand out the window just riding the wave,

My cares in the mirror just fading away.

Yeah, I'm superhuman, don't need to be saved,

Don't press your luck, I woke up feelin' dangerous.

Woke up feelin' dangerous.

(Ba-da-da, da).

(Ba-da-da, da).

Woke up feelin'.

They can't mess with us,

We woke up feeling dangerous.

They can't mess with us,

We woke up feeling dangerous.

They can't mess with us,

We woke up feeling dangerous.

They can't mess with us,

We woke up feeling dangerous.

This is really my night, gonna take it right now,

Yeah, I'm feelin' like a Mack truck goin' downhill.

All the people on the sidelines screaming "Slow down",

But you can't kill my vibe.

@bubblebuttwade @jay-2s-world @daddy-dotcom

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Alfons vs Roger event (Part 2)

Roger using keigo is weird and I don't like it.

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Kate: I’ve covered my face with a veil, so I shouldn’t get found out, right?

At the viscount’s mansion, I disguised myself as Lady Claire, the viscount’s niece, with the help of the people aware of the situation.

Alfons: I think it’s perfect with your face hidden. Though personally, a little bit of exposure would be more intriguing.

Roger: Yeah? Everything’s the same if you strip.

Kate: Minus one friendship point from the both of you.

Alfons and Roger: ………Huh?

Kate: If you’re not being “good”, I’m taking away points.

Roger: Hey now, our judge’s pretty cocky, isn’t she?

Alfons: Hehe, how scary. Well, no matter. What’s important is…

Alfons and Roger: Turning the tables.

Kate: Earn them properly!

(They sync up in the weirdest ways…)

(Is this really okay?)

–

Lady: Happy birthday, Lady Claire!

Alfons and Roger smiled beside me as I sat on a chair with my face hidden behind a veil.

 Alfons: Lady Claire has caught a cold so she’s lost her voice. She will thank you properly another time.

Roger: We will take care of the present. Thank you wishing her a happy birthday.

Lady: O-okay…

(Perfect…)

The two’s clever attitudes caught the eyes of those around them.

Alfons and Roger are both villains who always push me around.

I can’t even count the number of times they’ve teased me to the point I was red in the face from anger.

(However, when they’re serious, they’re more reliable than anyone else)

Kate: That’s 10 friendship points…

After quietly whispering that, they gave refreshing, gentleman-like smiles.

Alfons and Roger: Thank you.

Alfons: Lady Claire, we’re running out of space so I will move the presents to the other room.

Roger: You can’t carry them all by yourself. I’ll help you, Al.

Alfons: Thank you, Roger. You’re so thoughtful.

Roger: Of course. Come, let’s go.

(Yes, nice chemistry!)

(Perhaps it won’t be long before they actually get along)

—At that moment, I heard them whispering as they walked away with the packages.

Alfons: That hurt…

Roger: That’s my line…

(...Eh?)

When I turned around, the two of them were stepping on each other’s feet.

Alfons: Please move your feet out of the way. I have very long legs, so it’s difficult for me to avoid them. 

Roger: What a coincidence. My legs are longer than most so it’s hard to avoid them.

Moreover, their shoes were covered in footprints, as if they’d been stepping on each other for a while.

(Good grief!)

--

Alfons and Roger carried the presents while continuing to step on each other’s feet.

When there was no one else around, the two looked at each other.

Roger: Al…

Alfons: Yes, I’m thinking the same… Really now. We’re too loved by evil, aren’t we?

--

(Okay, it looks like we’ve finished with the greetings)

After receiving the presents and having dinner with the guests, I sighed in relief.

Somehow, no one noticed the switch.

Alfons: Lady Claire, we’ll be escorting our guests out now.

Roger: I’ve prepared some drinks in the other room.You must be tired, so please rest there.

Alfons and Roger: Be at “ease”.

--

Kate: Phew…I’m glad it ended without any problems.

I wanted to remove the veil, but it was better to be careful until I left the mansion.

(Anyways)

I couldn’t help but laugh when I recalled the two’s immature behavior.

Having a partner who you can be open about your feelings with without consequence sounds like a happy and heartwarming thing. 

(But I need to decide on a winner. And do away with the servant stuff)

As I thought about this, the door opened without a knock.

Kate: Oh, Alfons, Roger…

But it was someone else who entered.

He wore a tailcoat and his hair was swept back. At a glance, he looked like the son of a noble.

However, this man clearly reeked of evil.

I’m not Kate at the moment and shouldn’t speak under these circumstances, but I couldn’t help it.

Kate: Who are you…?

Man in tailcoat: You don’t need to know my name. However, I’m going to have to ask you to stay quiet, Lady Claire.

The man smiled wickedly and pulled a gun out from within his coat.

Man in tailcoat: You’re the beloved niece of that Viscount Morris. He’d easily give up an asset or two to save you.

(Meaning you’re holding me for ransom?)

(Ah—Could it be that)

I don’t think Alfons and Roger would have possibly missed this person’s ill intentions that even I could sense.

(Perhaps Alfons and Roger “purposely” created this situation)

~~ Flashback ~~

Alfons and Roger: Be at “ease”.

~~ End flashback ~~

(If that’s the case, all I can do is get as much information as possible)

Kate: Do you…always do something like this?

Kidnapper: Yes, that’s right. Kidnap, extort, kill, and dispose.

(This isn’t the first time he’s done this)

Kidnapper: But I’ll let you live if you behave. Now come over here.

Kate: !

To keep the man from coming closer, I threw a teacup on the table at him.

Kidnapper: Ah, hot…!

Kate: Too bad for you. You won’t get a single penny from kidnapping me.

Kidnapper: You…fucking imposter! Know that I know—I’ll kill you.

The moment the man cocked his gun, the window facing the balcony opened with a bang.

Alfons: Killing sounds nice. I wish you didn't have to die first, but I guess that's not going to happen. Look, your gun’s disappeared.

Alfons knocks the gun away with his saber and Roger picks it up.

Roger: Well, this gun’s a fake that we swapped out filled with blanks.

(Alfons, Roger!)

Roger: What. Thought you’d be crying prettily, little lady, but you’re tough. 

Kate: I believed in you. The both of you.

Alfons: Aha! You really have the worst taste in me.

Roger: Pfft, haha. That’s the best kind of blunder.

Alfons and Roger cover my back.

Alfons: Now then-

Roger: Let’s get this over with.

#ikemen villains #ikevil translations #ikevil #ikevil jp

[jaylikesrainbowtigers]

Greek Gods as Incorrect Quotes Pt3

Hermes, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him? Athena: You did WHAT–  Dionysus: William Snakepeare.

Poseidon: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?  Hestia: Does anyone in this titanforsaken family ever think before they speak?

Zeus: Nothing in life is free.  Apollo: Love is free!  Artemis: Adventure is free.  Athena: Knowledge is free.  Hermes: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

Ares: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a F*CKING THREAT.

Dionysus: Croissants: dropped  Apollo: Road: works ahead  Artemis: BBQ sauce: on my titties  Hermes: Shavacado: fre  Ares: Miss Keisha: f*ckin dead  Zeus:  Zeus, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Persephone: You love me, right, Hades? Hades: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Hephaestus: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my f*cks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Demeter: Hades, keep an eye on Zeus today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Hades: Sure, I’d love to see Zeus get punched. Demeter: Try again. Hades, sighing: I will stop Zeus from getting punched.

Also.

Hermes: My name is Alexander Hamilton... Can’t say no to this... We’re reliable with the ladies! *incoherent screaming as Hamilton plays in the background*

#greek mythology #greek gods #incorrect greek gods #athena #apollo #percy jackson #hades x persephone #hades #persephone #artemis #zeus #poseidon #Hermes #dionysus #ares

[spiderlilyserendipity]

JJK x Reader: Pushover

Summary: As an heiress on a mission to not get married, you go on a lot of marriage dates with older men. Finally meeting a man your age, you think Jeon Jungkook will have the same idea in mind as you. But you’re in for a surprise. Part 7 of the No Time for Love oneshot series!

Genres: Smut (pure smut hahaha)

Tags: Dom!Jungkook, good boy! Jungkook, Rich Girl!Y/N, Sub!Y/N, possessiveness!!!!!!!, oral sex (m. receiving), doggy style, JJK’s tats make an appearance, implied manhandling kink, aftercare, welcome to hell ladies. 

Warnings: Unprotected sex!! (wrap it up)

WC: 3.1k

For the first and only time, these marriage dates feel useful to you.

A weekend getaway is what you need after a long few months of trying to run off older suitors. You’re only twenty-three, still a college student with a lot of potential in life. Yet, for rich people, young just means eligible for marriage. Because marriage is a way to get more connections and money in life.

Your parents have tried all sorts of things. You’ve run them all off in one way or another. With the rude or annoying ones, you played it dumb and matched their energy. With the hot and likable ones, you usually took them home on the first night. 

Now at the end of their wits, your parents decide that fuck it, maybe someone your age will change your mind on marriage. You know for a fact it won’t, but you’re grateful nonetheless for tonight’s date.

Jeon Jungkook is the son of your parents’ company’s Director Jeon. He’s everything you’d want in a son-in-law, at least on paper. He’s already got a Master’s in business even though he’s only a year older than you, speaks multiple languages, and is reportedly very polite and handsome. Even though you don’t personally believe in marriage, you can’t lie – Jeon Jungkook definitely sounds like the full package.

With such a reliable son, it’s been rumoured Director Jeon will be retiring to hand over his position soon. It’s been said that Jungkook has been working day in and out to earn his father’s position, and that despite his looks, Jungkook is quite serious and doesn’t like partying or noise. You respect the man’s introverted nature, which is why you take up your parents’ offer for a weekend away at your beach side summer home.

You meet Jungkook at the mansion, which is set up next to the beach.

“Hello.” He spots you, coming over with a smile. You take a minute to check him out. Oh he’s handsome, even more handsome than the rumours say. His hair is parted a little to show a wide forehead, and his features are strong and masculine. But you can tell from his full-sleeved button up and ironed slacks that he is as uptight as the rumours say as well.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You smile at him, then lead him inside. 

“How has your week been?” Jungkook asks you, obviously a little nervous.

“Good, good.” You answer, already a little bored. If only Jeon Jungkook was as flirtatious as he is handsome. But no matter, you’ve got a way with men like him. “Are you looking forward to the beach?”

Jungkook gives you a small, unconvincing smile. “Yes.”

You stop yourself from frowning. What, is he planning to work while we’re here?

You head to your separate rooms, starting to unpack. You’re halfway done when you get a text from your cousin Lena. Call me RN!!

“Yes?” You ask her when she picks up.

“Are you on a date with Jeon Jungkook right now? Like THE Jeon Jungkook?�� Lena squeals in your ear. You pull the phone away from your ear. “I came here with my girls for the weekend and almost fainted when I saw you going inside with him!”

“Yeah. He’s kinda uptight though.” You admit. “Although maybe he’ll warm up to me over the weekend.”

“We’re throwing a pool party tonight, bring him at all costs! If you’re not into this hot nerd, I sure am!” Lena giggles. 

You grin. “No way, he’s mine for the weekend.”

“That depends on who snags him first Y/N!” Lena laughs. “I’ll see you tonight at 7. Don’t be late!”

You hang up, smiling at your phone. It’s been ages since you saw your cousin, and you like her idea. Maybe Jeon Jungkook will warm up to you after a couple drinks. You’re not in this for marriage, but you certainly won’t mind having Jungkook in your bed tonight.

You finish unpacking and go downstairs, humming happily to yourself. Your smile immediately falls off your face when you see Jungkook sitting on the sofa, his work laptop in hand.

“Jungkook?” You ask.

He looks up at you, slightly startled. Then, he gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, just checking the stock prices for today.”

You chew your bottom lip. You get the sudden feeling he’ll say no to going to the party. “So…”

Suddenly, Jungkook looks at the clock behind you. “Oh, how rude of me! It’s lunchtime.”

What? You think, watching him close the laptop and stand up. You follow him to the kitchen, watching him look through the cabinets and the fridge. “What would you like to eat, Miss Y/N? I’m a pretty good cook.”

You shrug. “Ramen is okay.”

You watch Jungkook turn away from you, humming to himself as he begins to cook the noodles. You’re nervous, something that you never really are around men. But there’s something about Jungkook that makes him special. He just feels like an adult, like someone who knows what he’s doing and doesn’t have time for things like silly parties.

Still, it’s worth a shot. “Hey, Jungkook.” You ask him. Jungkook turns around from the stove.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Um, so.. My cousin is here this weekend too and they’re throwing a pool party at their house tonight. Would you like to come with me?”

As expected, Jungkook doesn’t exactly look thrilled at the idea. “Um, sure.”

You feel your heart sink. Are you getting rejected right now. 

“Here you go.” Jungkook places the plate of noodles in front of you a couple minutes later. You watch him pick up his plate and leave, probably to go look at stocks or whatever the fuck.

“What a dick.” You mutter to yourself. 

After a while of sulking, you decide you’re not going to let Jungkook’s uptightness bother you. 

You doll yourself up tonight, in a cute bikini and a light slip dress that leaves little to the imagination. You put your hair up in a half up half down look, putting on some light makeup. You adorn your wrists with bracelets and grab a pair of sunglasses, just for show.

You come downstairs to find Jungkook in a long sleeved shirt and cargo swim trunks. The two of you could not be more opposite.

You make eye contact with Jungkook, and for a split second, you swear you see his eyes travel down your body. But then, his good boy smile returns. “Hey. Ready to go?”

The pool party is so noisy you can hear it several houses down, and it doesn’t take long for you to step past the doors of your cousin’s vacation house and get into the chaos. 

“Y/N!” Lena squeals. She gives you a tight hug. “And you must be Jungkook! I’m Lena, nice to meet you!” She beams.

Behind you, Jungkook gives her a tight smile. “Nice to meet you.”

You quickly get busy talking with your cousin’s friends, catching up after a long time. But all the while, you watch Jungkook in your peripheral — you see him make small talk with a few people, but mostly he stays inside the house, away from the pool. 

“Here, have a drink!” Lena yells in your ear over the noise.

You throw back the drink in the red solo cup, a sickly sweet mesh of vodka and punch. The music blares louder, and you see a girl go up to Jungkook down the hall. She leans in to say something to him, and to your disappointment, he leans in to talk back to her. She walks away a moment later with a smile on her face, and you feel unnecessary jealousy creep into you.

Oh, so he does know how to treat women like he’s actually into them.

You busy yourself in a round of beer pong, not really interested in the people nor the game, but the feeling of Jungkook’s eyes lingering on you as you throw back drink after drink.

“Hey,” An unknown voice whispers in your ear. You look up to see a blond man, one you’ve never met before. He’s handsome, but your gut tells you something isn’t quite right. “Wanna head upstairs?”

You open your mouth to answer, alcohol clouding your brain. But then, you feel a strong pair of arms wrap tight around your centre and pull you backwards against a firm chest. “She’s with me, actually.” Jungkook’s deep voice rumbles in his chest, reverberating against your back. Self-control now gone, you shiver.

You watch the blond give Jungkook a dirty look then walk off. You can’t lie — that was sexy as hell, but you don’t get why Jungkook would do all this for you. “Jungkook?” You ask. 

Jungkook lets go of you. You follow him silently, away from the noise near the pool table and to a quieter area of the yard.  

“Hey, Jungkook?” You ask, your words slightly slurred due to the alcohol. 

He turns around and looks at you. “Yes?”

You look down at your feet. “You know this isn’t real, right?”

Jungkook frowns. “What?”

“I mean—” You gesture backwards to the party. “All of this. It’s just a formality. What I’m saying is you don’t need to pretend to be all gentlemanly. I mean, I know what men are like. You don’t have to fake it, it’s not like I’ll tell on you if you get drunk or hookup with a girl on your vacation.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a moment. “...Got it.” He says, turning away. You look up at him, catching his tightly clenched jaw and angry expression. “So you want me to be like that asshole.”

“Jungkook—” You call out to him, following him as he walks towards the house again. Suddenly, you roll your ankle. “Fuck!” You yell as you fall into the pool. Caught off guard, you splutter. 

Once again, that same pair of strong hands pulls you in close, dragging you up for air.

“You’re a real handful, you know?” Jungkook mutters, pulling you in against his chest. You stare at him, shocked at how different he looks now. His hair is soaking wet, pushed back from his forehead. His white button up is now see-through from the water, and you can see the distinct black outline of tattoos along his upper chest and his right arm. You even think you see piercing holes along his ears. 

What?

You let him pull you out of the water, blushing hard. You hear your cousin fussing over you nearby, but all you can look at is Jungkook. 

Jungkook unbuttons his wet shirt and tosses it aside, accepting a dry towel from someone nearby. You swallow. A six pack and a sleeve tat is not what you were expecting from nerdy Jeon Jungkook.

“I’m going.” You whisper to Lena, getting up. You need to get your head straight.

You go home alone, both from embarrassment and also from how flustered you are by Jeon Jungkook. You strip off your wet clothes and sink into bed, needing a nap to get your head sorted.

A knock on your door wakes you up a couple hours later. 

You groan, sitting up. It’s darker now, close to sunset. 

Jungkook stands in your doorway, looking like his usual self again. A button up shirt and his hair down in his face. He makes the man you saw hours ago look like an illusion.

“Can we talk?” Jungkook asks, sounding nervous. 

You nod, and Jungkook comes over, sitting on the edge of your bed. He sighs. “I admit I was being childish earlier. I didn’t mean to startle you enough that you slipped into the pool. How do you feel now?”

You shrug. “Okay.” 

Jungkook’s eyes trail down for a second, then his hand snakes out. He pulls up the covers in front of your chest, covering your exposed cleavage for you. You blush. A man has never shown that much consideration for you. 

“But I meant what I said earlier.” You continue, putting your hand over his. Jungkook looks down at your hands, then at you. “This is all just for show. You know as well as I do why our parents want us to get married.”

Jungkook bites his lower lip, then looks away. He mutters something. 

“What?” You ask. He says nothing. You frown. “Jungkook, what did you say?”

“I said, that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you.” Jungkook says, startling you with the fierce look in his eyes. “If we’re here together for the weekend, obviously I don’t want some greasy dude putting his hands all over you. I wanna keep you safe, that’s all.”

You blush, biting your lower lip. “...Then do it.”

Jungkook frowns. “Do what?”

“Put your hands all over me.” You pull the blanket down, putting Jungkook’s big hand flat against your chest bone. 

Jungkook looks at you, then at his hand against your chest, then sighs. Then, without a second’s hesitation, he tugs you into the fiercest kiss you’ve had in a long time.

You let him pull you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. You kiss for a long time, then tug at his shirt collar to demand he take it off.

Jungkook tips his head back, letting out an airy laugh.

You frown at him. “What?”

Jungkook looks up at you, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “You don’t really think this is how it’s gonna go, do you, babe?”

Jungkook’s hands trail down to your hips, his thumbs pushing in against your pubic bone. You gasp. He smirks. “Do you think I’m a pushover?”

“N-No?” You ask, confused. You are shocked at Jungkook’s confidence, his complete flip in personality.

“Being nice to women isn’t the same as not knowing what I’m doing in the bedroom baby.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck. You shiver. “Familiar with the colour system, babe?”

Your eyes widen. “No way.”

Jungkook lets out another airy laugh. “Try me.”

“G-Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

Jungkook hums, eyes darkening. “And what’s yours, babe?”

“G-Green, sir.” 

Jungkook lifts you up by the backs of your thighs, bouncing you slightly. You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist. “S-Sir.” You whimper.

Jungkook kisses you hard. “Fucking finally.” He hisses. “Been waiting to get my hands on you.”

You let him lay you down against the bed in just your swimwear, pinning your hands above your head. He kisses along your neck, then down your collarbone. He chuckles against your skin as you whine and writhe to no avail. 

“You have no idea how much I hated seeing those fuckboys eyeing you.” Jungkook says, kissing down your stomach and your hips. You thrust up and he holds you down with ease, leaving small marks along your pubic bone. You watch as he leaves marks along your thighs, too. Then, in complete contrast to everything else he’s done so far, Jungkook lightly kisses you over your panties.

You shiver. Oh he’s going to ruin you.

“Up.” He orders, and you obey. Jungkook unbuckles his pants, bringing out his thick member. “Come here, babe.” He orders with a playful smirk, and you’d be damned if you didn’t listen.

You lay down, taking his cock in your hand and licking up and down. You glance up at him every now and then, making him groan. You’re doing good, you know you are. And from the look Jungkook is giving you, you’ll be rewarded for it soon enough. 

"Wow you look a lot better like that. Maybe it's because your annoying mouth is shut for once." You whine at his mean words but Jungkook chuckles. He cards his hands through your hair and brushes it back from your face. "Don't whine baby, I know you like it. I'll reward you soon enough."

“On your front, babe.” Jungkook orders once he feels good enough. You let him reposition you, lifting your hips to let him place a pillow under your hips. You hear him humming faintly, as if he’s just going about his day to day activities. But contrary to his humming are his deft fingers, which pull down your swim bottoms in one go. “Beautiful.” Jungkook compliments, unsnapping your bra with one hand.

You crane your head back, letting him kiss along the crook of your neck and down your back. “S-Sir.”

“Be patient, babe.” Jungkook warns you. “I said I’ll reward you, didn’t I?”

You whine, but stop as soon as you feel his hard member line up against your entrance. It slides up and down between your folds and then—

Then repeats. You wiggle your hips. Jungkook chuckles. His arm comes around your middle, pulling you up into a half-sitting position. “What? Want me?”

“Yes! Yes, sir!” You beg, but Jungkook has other plans. 

“Hmm. Too bad I don’t have to listen to you.” Jungkook teases, continuing to run his member up and down, teasing your entrance. Then, when you’re least expecting it, he slides all the way into you, hard.

You clench around him immediately, and he hisses under his breath. “That’s it.” He praises you, thrusting into you hard while holding you up against him. You moan, hands down against the pillow. “You’ve been testing my patience all fucking day, babe. Looking all cute when you talk, dressing up all pretty. It’s so obvious you wanted me from the start.”

You whine. “Y-You knew?”

Jungkook growls in your ear. “Of course. I wanted to see how long it would take before you begged me. But instead you tried getting my attention with another fucking man.”

“B-But you talked to a girl too!” You try to argue between pants. 

Jungkook chuckles. “I told her I wasn’t interested because I had a girl. A sweet girl that begs me to fuck her.”

You whimper, feeling your orgasm rising. “P-Please!” You cry out.

Jungkook’s hand snakes between your thighs, rubbing your clit for you. “Come, baby.” He lets you, his own hips picking up. 

You come face down on the bed, ass up and pressed against your dom. You feel him come inside you, and you both sigh, relaxing at last.

After a long cuddle session and many sweet nothings muttered, Jungkook carries you to the bathroom where he helps you into the shower.

You let him clean you up and dress you, giving you sweet kisses and praise all the while.

“By the way, I hear there’s another party happening tomorrow. Since we’re here for the weekend anyway, we’re going.”

Jungkook laughs. “I hate parties. I’m not going.”

You pout. Jungkook lifts a brow. “Are you always this fucking cute?”

You smirk. “You’d have to marry me to find out.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, giving you a smirk. “What am I, a pushover?”

.

.

.

As always, thanks for reading!

Navi

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Silmarillion as Hamilton songs prt 2

Wait For It: All of them really if I’m honest. Particularly the sons of Feanor and Galadriel. I feel like particularly Galadriel, Maglor and Maedhros. ‘Love doesn’t discriminate,’ is Maedhros and Fingon. ‘When they died they left no instructions. Only a legacy to protect,’ pure sons of Feanor. ‘And if there’s a reason I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died,’ is Galadriel and Maglor. ‘And so you survive so goddamn it I’m willing to wait for it’ that’s Galadriel. ‘Life doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints,’ the silmarillion in a nutshell.

Your Obedient Servant: It’s got to be Feanor and Fingolfin right? It’s just so passive aggressive. ‘Here’s an itemised list of thirty years of disagreement,’ ‘Sweet Jesus.’ It just fits so well.

That would be enough: Fingon to Maedhros, ‘the fact that you’re alive is a miracle, just stay alive that would be enough,’ ‘but I’m not afraid I know who I married, so long as you come home at the end of the day that would be enough.’ Also possibly Caranthir to Haleth ‘Let me be a part of the narrative, in the story they will write someday. Let this moment be the first chapter, where you decided to stay, and I could be enough.’

A Winter’s Ball: Celegorm and Finrod, ‘But what do we have in common, we’re reliable with the ladies!’

Yorktown: The end of the War of Wrath. Starring Gil Galad, Galadriel, Finarfin, Elros, Elrond, and Celebrimbor. Pretty self explanatory.

Meet Me Inside: Maedhros and the three Cs. Either to Caranthir after the Angrod incident or Celegorm and Curufin after Nargothrond. It just seems hilarious, like the whole chorus going ‘well they’re screwed,’ in the background. And the idea that he just keeps referring to them by childhood endearments the whole time… so funny.

History Has It’s Eyes On You: Celebrimbor to Elrond. Just the idea of not making the same mistakes and that he knows how distorted things can become when your family are the villains of every popular narrative, where all your actions can be interpreted as proof of that. From one person raised by kinslayers to another it just seems to fit really well, with the idea that Elrond escaped being written off as Doomed by the Narrative where Celebrimbor himself couldn’t.

What’d I Miss: Finarfin. Not that I think he’s a Jefferson it just sort of fits, you know with him missing most of the First Age and just turning up for the end.

Washington on Your Side: The Noldor to the Sindar. ‘It must be nice, it must be nice having a Maia on your side,’ you know cause everyone and the narrative is against them.

I Know Him: Morgoth to just the Eldar in general mainly because of these lines ‘are they going to keep on replacing whoever’s in charge,’ and particularly ‘They will tear each other into pieces, Jesus Christ this will be fun!’ Also maybe the Feanorians about Dior because he’s like a child in their eyes.

#Silmarillion #tolkien #hamilton #elrond #elros #gil galad #galadriel #halenthir #russingon #maedhros #fingon #finarfin #maglor #caranthir #Haleth #Morgoth #Feanor #fingolfin #celegorm #curufin #finrod

[adrianasunderworld]

Welcome to White Ash

Having some block, managed a drabble of Isabelle first going to White Ash.

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

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"Ma'am, are you sure about this?" The assistant to the Headmage asked as they walked down the silvery halls of White Ash Castle. "A magicless Night Raven student at White Ash? And their monster companion? I've never heard of such a thing. It simply isn't done."

"It will be fine, Constance," Headmage Cristalería said calmly. "Though our school is an arcane academy, it is first and foremost an equal opportunity one. Miss Rosa adapted well to Night Raven, I'm sure she will be just fine here."

"Yes… but even so, Ma'am. You know how Night Raven boys can get, aren't you at least worried some of their behavior has rubbed off on her and she'll cause trouble?"

"Not at all. I've met her, and she's a pleasant young lady. Mr. Crowley said she would be no trouble."

Constance frowned, "That does not give me peace of mind at all."

"Mr. Trein also spoke highly of her."

"That's better."

"Now, where is Lily? Lily!" Headmage Cristalería called out for her ward as she walked down the marble stairs to the main entry hall.

"Here, Miss Clara!" Lily walked over to the landing of the staircase with her roommate trailing behind.

"And Marina, excellent." Clara said

"Are they almost here?" Marina asked.

"Almost."

"Is everything prepared?” Constance asked,” This new student will be lodging with you both during her stay."

Lily nodded. "Yes Miss Wary, our room is ready."

“Her uniform-”

“Waiting for her in the wardrobe.” Marina assured.

“The text-”

“Book too.” Lily interrupted.

“See Constance?” The headmage said. “Everything is in order. All that is left is to welcome Miss Rosa with open arms.”

“Very well, Ma’am.”

“Now, the carriage should be here any moment, lets go out to greet.” Clara ushered them all outside as the silvery gates opened outside.

===

“Fancy ride.” Isabelle commented at the pumpkin shaped carriage that had been sent for her. The gold vines that creeped around it elegantly. The white seats inside were pristine and soft. The whole thing moved so smoothly she couldn’t feel a thing, she wasn't even sure the wheels were on the ground. “This is how they get around?”

Crowely who had made himself comfortable in the seat across from her nodded. “Indeed. While we use the dark mirror to reach destinations, the ladies fo White Ash have several of these carriages for use.”

“Why not use the mirror to go there anyway? Wouldn’t it have been faster?” Grim asked from where he was comfortably curled up beside Isabelle.

“Headmage Cristaleria wanted you to have the full experience as much as you could.” Crowley explained. “Honestly she insisted upon it. That's why you also have those glass slippers, as is customary.”

“Still surprised how well they fit.” Isabelle commented as she watched the gate of Night Raven College draw closer. Crowley had explained once they passed it they would be magically taken across the water to where The White Ash Institute was. Headmage Cristeleria had offered her to come for a few weeks on a temporary study. “I hope this goes well.”

“I’m sure it will,” Crowely said, “Knowing Cristaleria, she won’t allow anything else. If there is one thing I can assure you of, she’s reliable and keeps things running smoothly.”

“I think that's the first time I haven’t heard you complain about her.”

Crowely cleared his throat just as they passed the gate and magic did its job of teleporting the carriage. “Eh hem. Yes. Well. Despite disagreements, I respect her. And you will respect her as well while you are there.”

The corners of Isabelle's lips turned upward as she tried not to smirk. “I promise, I’ll be good.”

“Good. …Oh look, we’re here.”

Grim hopped into her lap as he joined her in looking out the window to see the ride up to White Ash. It was right at the edge of town and she could hear the sound of the horses pulling the carriage against the cobblestone road. Even with the tall white stone wall that enclosed the grounds, she was still able to see the vines covered in flowers that hung over them, and the very top of the towers of the castle. Even from Sages Island she had been able to see the shape of this place in the distance. And as they reached the silvery gates, she saw the whole thing for the first time.

To say White Ash Castle was the thing of fairytales was understatement. It’s white brick walls, and tall towers felt so grand. It’s rooftops had varying shapes of light pink and pale blues. And it’s tallest point was a large ornate clock tower. Roses in all colors went up the vines on its side, and the whole place seemed to shine like polished glass. She expected a princess from a story book to let down her hair from one of the towers at any moment.

“It’s beautiful,” Isabelle managed to say, open mouthed and wide eyed.

“Fancy…” Grim agreed.

‘I suppose, if you like that sort of blinding brightness thing.” Crowley commented.

Isabelle snapped out of her awe and rolled her eyes. “I do, actually. And I’m going to tell Headmage Cristaleria you said that. Oh look, there she is now!”

“Wait, I didn’t mean-”

By then the carriage had come to a complete halt at the front steps of the school, and she threw open the carriage door without a second thought. “Hello!”

“Hello, Miss Rosa,” The fae woman smiled as she greeted Isabelle warmly with open arms, “Welcome to The White Ash Institute, we’re so happy to have you with us.”

“And I’m happy to be here,” She grinned and waved to the trio that had joined the headmistress. One was a serious looking woman with her dark hair pulled back in the neatest bun she had ever seen. The other two were students. A black haired girl and the other a cat beastgirl. Both smiled and waved back while the woman politely nodded in acknowledgment.

“Isabelle, I’d like to introduce you to my assistant, Constance Wary.”

“How do you do.” Miss Wary greeted.

“And your new roomates fro your stay. Marina.”

“Hello!” The cat girl greeted.

“And my own ward, Lily.”

“Hi.” the dark haired girl smiled, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“And I’m the great Grim!” Grim hopped around to get everyone's attention.

“Don’t worry, you aren’t forgotten,” Headmage Cristaleria assured him.

Crowley cleared his throat. "On behalf of Night Raven College, we look forward to having our Prefect take part in this study program at your fine, beautiful, and not blinding institution."

Isabelle bit her lip, trying not to laugh and look serious. "Yes, your school is gorgeous."

Cristalería looked confused for a moment and seemed to decide not to ask further before clapping her hands together and gesturing towards the front entrance. "Uh huh…Let's proceed with the tour. The sooner we show you around the sooner you can settle. Will you be joining us, Mr. Crowley?"

"Yes, lead the way."

===

"The White Ash Institute was founded over five hundred years ago by my grandmother, Marvella Cristalería." The woman gestured to the large painting in the gallery of another fae woman that looked a lot like her only in a blue cloak. "At the time education of the arcane academies were often only available to the upper classes and thus, this institution was founded to give young ladies from all walks of life a chance to hone their gifts. From scullery maids to a princess, our doors have been open to all for centuries."

Isabelle stared up at the painting of White Ash founder. She could see the resemblance to Clara, even if the founder looked older. They had the same fluffy white hair and upturned nose. Though Isabelle was more in awe at the size of the portrait and many like it in the hall. It was more like a framed mural than a portrait. "These things are huge…" she whispered to herself.

Marina beside her stifled a giggle. "Everyone says that."

"It's scary when they move." Lily added. "Took me a while to get used to"

Miss Wary cleared her throat and looked at the girls sternly for talking while the headmage continued to talk about the schools history and explaining the rooms.

"Through here is the library, and down this hall is the ballroom. We offer many dance lessons if you ever feel so inclined."

As she continued on, Grims ears stood at attention and the hairs on the back of his spine stood up.

"Grim, what is it?" Isabelle asked in a hushed tone.

"There's something there…" Grim said, his pupils slitted before pouncing on something as the group moved forward.

Crowley immediately took notice and began to panic. "No no no, Grim, stop it!" The headmage whisper yelled.

Isabelle not knowing what else to do picked Grim up and there was a squirming mouse hanging from Grims mouth. It was scared but unharmed.

Crowley continued to panic as Isabelle tried to get Grim to drop it. She didn't know why it mattered so much, but went along anyway.

"Drop it-" Crowley practically pleaded as he tried to get Grim to release.

"Next, we will- OH GOODNESS!" The group finally turned around and noticed their guests had fallen behind and Headmage Cristalería looked absolutely horrified at the sight she found. "Let go of that poor mouse this instant!"

That seemed to snap Grim out of it, and he dropped the mouse into Crowleys hand, who handed it off to Cristalería, who was signing in relief and comforting the little creature.

"Headmage, I am so sorry if that is your pet or familiar." Isabelle started saying very quickly. "Grim has hunted rats and stuff back at night Raven, and-"

"It was a lapse of judgment, it won't happen again." Crowley continued as they kept apologizing.

"It's a mouse, what's the big deal?" Grim finally said, Crowley shot him a disapproving look.

Headmage Cristalería took a moment to inspect the mouse before signing in relief. "No harm done. Good. But Grim, so long as you are on White Ash grounds, you must not hunt any of the mice, do you understand?" She said sternly.

"Yeah, but why?"

"The mice here are friends. They help students and take messages, and yes can act as familiars if needed. You are to never purposely harm one, do I make myself clear?"

Grim gulped, seeing the usually kind woman be so gravely serious was enough to make him nod. "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Good." She crouched down and gently let the mouse down into the floor, where it scurried away to a teeny tiny door shaped hole in the wall. "Off you go little one."

Isabelle glanced over to the rest of the group, and noted that Miss Wary had looked on disapprovingly. She got a feeling this was going to be a trend for her stay.

===

"Did we mess up already?" Isabelle asked as she sat on the bed of her White Ash dorm room. Grim had already made himself comfortable by curling up on the pillow and napping.

"No," Marina replied as she sat on her own bed. The room was large and circular, located in one of the many towers of the castle. So it was divided into thirds with a bed in each, so she could see the other two clearly. "It's an honest mistake, really. Plenty of cat familiars have done the same thing."

"Miss Wary looked at me like I did it though,"

"She's like that with everyone," Lily said. "It's not you, so much as-"

"You being from Night Raven." Marina finished.

"What does that mean?"

"We over heard her talking to Miss Clara before you got here," Lily said, "She was worried you might cause trouble because of how some of the students at your school are "

"Hey, they're not," Isabelle paused and remembered all the fights, Rivalrys, and then some that her classmates committed and roped her into, "Nevermind. They are bad. But not ALL bad."

"We know," Marina assured. "Just don't worry too much about Miss Wary. She hates change. You just have to let her calm down and see for herself that you won't cause trouble."

"She's right," Lily replied. "You'll be fine. Besides. It was funny to see Mr. Crowley panic."

"I've never seen the yellow of his eyes go so wide in that mask!" Marina laughed. "I don't think he stopped apologizing to Headmage Cristalería until he left."

Isabelle laughed as well. They were probably right. Things would be fine in the long run, she was sure of it

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst yuu #miss yuu #twst fanschool #the white ash institute #dire crowley #twst grim #clara cristalería #isabelle rosa #lily cub #marina adelaide #cosntance wary

[darkhorse-javert]

'News to the Desert'

Introducing Simon 'Sim' Stewart, and to some extent his father Benjamin Stewart (who has made a prior apperance in my writing). Respectively they're Sam's Cousion and Uncle. @blind-dates-fest

North African Desert 1942

A towselled head pops out of the canvas back of the lorry, grins at him, offering a thick bundle in oilskin, “Post has come in, Sir.”

“Righto, Sergeant” He takes the offered bundle, turns to the thick group of his men, cramped together behind him in the path of their camp. They're standing steady, but they're concentrated on the letters in his arms. He pulls them out of the packet, turns up the first one

“Tods, J.” One man presses forwards, takes a bunch of letters wrapped together

“Smith, A J,

“Sergeant Todd..”

It carries on

At last, only one packet is left, a thin one, perhaps only two letters.or a thick one. He pulls off the cover. Two it is, numbered as is the family want.

He pulls out the first, father's familiar handwriting rolling across the thin page, and shimmering through from the other side.

Dear Sim,

We hope you are well out there and in good spirits. We two are quite well here at home, and you probably have heard more of Edwin than we have here, his last letter spoke of being ‘well but dusty’. But then, we suppose, sending post from where we guess you are is not the easiest undertaking.

Things have been very peaceful here, the church choir is carrying on very well, in spite of everything. I confess to being selfishly glad when James Robbins failed his call-up medical a few weeks ago - on account of the rheumatic fever he had as a baby - at least for now we may retain one reliable baritone voice, especially as we lost many of the younger Altos last year. But those are minor matters, and highly selfish in motivation to boot. Services are still well attended here.

‘The two scamps’ send you their luck and good wishes (if we’re being literal, they ask that you “get lots of Nazi’s” - bloodthirsty young pair, I and your mother only ask that you stay safe).

The wider family all report they are well, your Uncle Iain and Aunt Margaret have had no close shaves, despite being on the South Coast. 

By far the grandest item of news from the family is that Samatha is to be married, on 6th November. Her husband-to-be is an RAF fighter pilot, and also the son of the Detective Inspector she has been driving since she was attached to the Police.

He pauses, quietly re-reads the sentences for a moment, then continues the letter.

You may find this news to come out of the blue, but cannot be as surprised as your Uncle Iain was.  If I am reading his letter correctly,  the first he heard of the young gentleman was when a letter from the young man arrived asking for consent to the marriage. It has later emerged that Samantha has been walking out with him, his duties permitting, since the autumn of 1940. And for not one of us to any the wiser to it in the intervening time. 

He smiles at the letter, 

Oh, well played, Sammy, well done indeed. We always think of you as our ‘little cousin’, myself included in that regard. But - he lets his mind drift back to that last pre-war Summer - you were quite grown up back then, the Lady of the Vicarage with Aunt Margaret’s health as it was, joining the forces won’t have hindered that, probably helped. You’re not a girl in plaits anymore, to be trotted out in Sunday Best. Another memory; ginger plaits and a freckled face as he looked down through gaps in tree branches, to see a much younger Sammy determinedly climbing after him 

His father’s pen has paused, and then continued with blacker ink; You may perhaps be able to imagine your Uncle Iain’s reaction to all of this, Sim. 

Chuckles tickle his throat and wobble his shoulders at that. Dear Uncle Iain, as pastorally and kindly minded as he is, will have been roundly knocked for six by the apparently sudden news, and knocked again when Samantha’s ‘deception’ came to light. He almost feels sorry for his youngest uncle, what little of him isn’t childishly egging Sam on in her little flash of independence, perhaps even defiance 

That said his father’s letter continues, Iain has been a little mollified since actually meeting the young man (Andrew by name) in person. He reports he is a very decent and well-mannered young man, who clearly cares deeply for Samantha. I would also add, and your mother reckons similarly, that the depth of feeling is mutual between them, given she has been keeping Andrew so quiet- and away from ‘familial interference’. We await further news as to the location of the wedding and other particulars. We’re planning to get together a hamper here, as a present. If you get this before early November, send a telegram down to Hastings for congratulations would you?

With our prayers for your safety and health, do write when you can

And much love

Your Father and Mother

Simon consults the date on the letter, mid-October. And right now it’s 3rd November. 

He pauses, At least I think it is 

This poor letter has been wandering across the desert at snails pace -or to be more charitable at Post pace, while they’ve been moving at speed after Rommel’s boys. There might be time to get a telegram in before the wedding, if the telegram operators are nearby, and there isn’t anything of greater priority to go down the line. If not, it will have to go by post as a letter, and then be telegramed,but worth a try at least.

#blind dates 2024 #foyle's war #sam stewart #foyle's war fanfiction

[celestiall0tus]

Miraculous Absolution - Chapter 1 - Origins

Next

            “Plagg? Plagg? Where are you? You’re going to make me late.”

            Adrien searched the house for Plagg. He had the news on in the background while he looked. He paused every so often to listen to the reports but resumed his search. He wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge. A black cat was curled up inside next to an empty container of camembert.

            “Plagg!”

            Plagg shot up. He meowed and darted out of the fridge. Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose.

            “Come on. We have to get going.”

            Plagg meowed. He jumped onto Adrien’s shoulders. Adrien returned to the living room. Adrien took a moment to listen to the broadcast.

            The reporter interviewed random people on the streets about the state of the city. On the Miraculous team, Chat Noir, and their enemy, Papillon. Most were discontent with the state of things. They made demands for the heroes to show some results that isn’t just stopping monsters. Others demanded the heroes leave and take the villain with them.

            Adrien snorted. He grabbed the remote but paused. The reporter approached a young woman with long black hair that shone blue in the light. Her attention on a statue of Scarlet Knight, a former hero. She startled and her bluebell eyes widened when approached by the news crew.

            “Young lady, would you give us your thoughts on the Miraculous team and the villain they claim to fight?”

            “Oh. Um, I don’t have much to say.”

            “Nothing?”

            “Well, it’s scary what we’re going through. I mean, two years feels like a long time to face this threat. But we can’t do anything except leave our faith in the heroes. Just like my dad says. We need to trust and believe in those who fight for us.”

            “And do you believe that?”

            “It wavers at times when things get really bad, but I try. It’s all I can do. It’s all we can do.”

            The reporter thanked the woman for her time and moved on. Adrien turned off the TV and stared at it.

            Plagg meowed. He flicked Adrien’s cheek with his tail.

            “Sorry. Just got… distracted. Let’s go.”

~~

            Marinette walked through the city. She headed for home after her time in the park. She paused near city hall as a riot brewed. The crowd earned the attention of other onlookers as they screamed and shouted. They all demanded answers to the threat, salvation from the evil butterfly, and for the Ladybug.

            Marinette tilted her head. She had heard the people cry for this Ladybug for a few months now. The people cried for it, posters were plastered over the city, and a resistance against the Miraculous team had brewed. She wasn’t sure what this Ladybug was, but she assumed it was like the Miraculous heroes. Each of them was an animal themed hero. The stalwart turtle, Carapace, charming bee, Queen Bee, and their leader, the black cat, Chat Noir. Even if this Ladybug was like them, it made her wonder why it was so important.

            The question had been asked many times over the months. Many didn’t have the answer, just theories. The Ladybug was the answer to salvation. The Ladybug would be the force that liberated them. The black cat was inferior to the Ladybug as the black cat only destroys. Then there was the older crowd who said the Scarlet Knight was a ladybug. Although, no one knows for sure if Scarlet Knight was or wasn’t. The only people that ever saw the Scarlet Knight were the criminals she fought. Their accounts weren’t as reliable as the story changed every time.

            Even when Marinette’s mother, Sabine, spoke of the Scarlet Knight, it was never the same tale twice. Every version was different just like all the other heroes Sabine told her about. However, there were things that never changed from those stories. The Scarlet Knight was always courageous, selfless, and loving. The Scarlet Knight fought not because she had to, but because she wanted to protect those who couldn’t. Because of that, it made the Scarlet Knight incredible.

            Marinette smiled when she remembered the stories. She remembered when she was younger, she wanted to be like the Scarlet Knight. She wanted to be a hero for the people. To always be there when they needed her. It was a fantasy she lived in over and over again, like her friend, Rose, who lived in fairytales. Unlike Rose, she had to wake up and attend reality. She wouldn’t be a hero like Chat Noir and his team. And she wouldn’t be like the Scarlet Knight.

            Even though Marinette had to wake up, to live in the real world, that didn’t stop her from dreaming. To be a strong, dependable hero that the people looked up to. To keep them safe so they didn’t have to live in fear. To keep the peace so everyone could live in relative, ignorant bliss. She may be able to achieve some of that, but not in the ways she truly wanted.

            Marinette’s Alliance ring buzzed. She looked away from the crowd at it. A screen popped up with her messages. Rose had messaged the group chat with her, Juleka, Alya, and Alix. Rose told them to keep their schedules open tonight. Alya and Alix asked why, but Rose didn’t share, insisting it was a surprise for later. She hummed and sent a thumbs up emoji. She looked at the time and saw it was just past two. She dismissed the screen and hurried back home.

~~

            Adrien stepped into work. The staff greeted him as he made his way to the elevator. He paused when he saw Nathalie with a new, familiar face. He called out “Nathalie” and approached.

            “Adrien, good to see you. And Plagg.”

            Plagg meowed.

            “Always happy to see you, Nathalie. Who’s this young lady? I haven’t seen your face before.”

            “This is Miss Couffaine. She was just signed on as the newest model for the agency. I took the liberty of volunteering to give her a tour of the building.”

            “Please, call me Juleka.”

            “Pleased to meet you, Juleka.”

            “Likewise, Mister Agreste.”

            “Please, Mister Agreste is my father. You may call me Adrien.”

            Juleka bowed her head.

            “Say, Nathalie, would you mind if I continue the tour? Take the time to get to know our newest addition?”

            “You are needed soon for a photo shoot.”

            “I don’t see any harm in her shadowing me for that, no?”

            “Very well. I’ll see you in ten minutes, Adrien. Don’t be late.”

            Adrien and Juleka watched Nathalie leave. Adrien motioned for Juleka to follow as they stepped into an elevator.

            “So, I’ll be working with you more it seems.”

            “Nervous?”

            “Very much so. I’m taking major steps in all aspects of my life. I mean, weren’t you nervous?”

            “A long time ago. Although, two years is a long time to work through those nerves.”

            “Do they ever get to you now?”

            “They do, but I just dust it off. I know what I’m doing and what needs to be done. No matter what the people say.”

            “I’m glad we have a leader like you. I don’t think I’d be able to handle the criticism that you get.”

            “Well, I’ve heard things like this all my life. I know there’s no real weight to their words. They’re just said to make you feel bad for what you’ve done, or what they believe you failed to do. But if it brings any comfort, with you, we should be able to finally catch Papillon.”

            “I hope so. I’m still adjusting to the powers.”

            “I know. It’s a major shift. Just take your time. Once you’re ready, we’ll begin the hunt.”

            The elevator dinged and doors slid open. People poured into it while Adrien and Juleka stepped out. She followed him down an empty hall to a pair of doors. Nathalie waited outside for them.

            “You’re early for once.”

            “Nathalie, you wound me. I’ve been early before.”

            “In more ways than you might think.”

            Adrien snorted while Juleka giggled.

            “Get ready you two. We have the photo shoot to do and then someone needs to make an appearance on the news today.”

            “I hear you, Nathalie. You ready, Juleka?”

            Juleka reached into her vest pocket. She pulled out a small creature with a big head. The creature resembled a mouse. Plagg eyed the mouse and transformed into the same creature. Adrien raised his right hand that had a large silver ring on his ring finger. Juleka pulled out a coin pendent necklace from in her shirt.

            “Plagg, claws out.”

            “Mullo, get squeaky.”

~~

            Marinette sat at the countertop in her parent’s kitchen. She listened to Sabine preparing dinner while she finished her classwork. She closed her laptop once she was done. She stretched as Sabine started setting up for dinner. She gave Sabine a kiss on the cheek, then flipped on the TV.

            The news came on. Marinette moved to change the channel but paused when Chat Noir came onto the screen. The reporter interviewed him on the current state of the city. She listened as he reassured the reporter that he and his team were doing everything they could to stop Papillon. He went on to say they had a new member to assist with the task. The crowd behind him erupted into a frenzy and cut off the interview. The people rioted as they cried out for the Ladybug, their savior. The footage cut as Queen Bee’s power was used to pacify the crowd.

            “It’s crazy out there, isn’t it, Mom?”

            “It is. Hopefully we’ll see an end soon with this new hero.”

            “What about this ‘Ladybug?’ I’ve heard people whispering it for a few months now.”

            “I have too. Everyone seems to think it’s the answer to salvation, but she’s long gone.”

            “What do you mean?”

            “Well, there was a ladybug hero before Chat Noir and his team. She was the Scarlet Knight.”

            “So, she was a ladybug? Like people are saying?”

            “She was. A marvel that one. You were lucky if you saw her and weren’t her target.”

            “Does that mean you saw the real her?”

            “I did once. I was attacked by some muggers. She swooped in a blaze of red and black glory. She was magnificent.”

            “No way! What was she like? Did she look anything like her statue?”

            “I don’t remember all that well, Mari. It was dark and the only pieces of her that stuck out was the red and silver.”

            “Well, what do you remember aside from that?”

            Sabine turned off the burners. She moved the food, then sat beside Marinette.

            “Let me think. There was the whirl of her yo-yo as she swooped in from above. The whoosh of her cape in the wind. The bright red ladybug emblem on her cape. Her gentle face and bright, purple eyes.”

            “Wow. What do you think happened to the Scarlet Knight?”

          �� “I’m not sure. I like to think she grew up. Realized there was more to life than just fighting villains.”

            “Do you think she’d ever come back?”

            “I don’t think so. Her time has long since passed. There are new heroes to carry the torch.”

            “Do you think a new Scarlet Knight will rise?”

            “Maybe. It’s hard to say. But that’s not something for us peasants to worry about. You got your classwork done, right?”

            “Mom, I’m not in high school anymore. I don’t need to be reminded to do my work.”

            “Oh, honey, I know. But that first year you did.”

            “It was an adjustment, but I’ve gotten better. I’ve really gotten used to this system. I’m even a few weeks ahead of the lessons. The headaches are even getting better as I understand the material more.”

            Sabine hugged Marinette. “I’m glad you’re doing well. We’re so proud of you, dear.”

            “Thanks, Mom. Is dinner almost done?”

            “It is. Will you get your dad and let him know?”

            “Will do.”

            Marinette kissed Sabine’s cheek. She turned off the news and headed downstairs. She stepped into the bakery. Tom looked over from the register.

            “Hey, kiddo. Dinner almost ready?”

            “It is. Do you need any help with closing?”

            “I could. Would you watch the register while I clean the back?”

            “Sure thing.”

            Tom headed to the back. Marinette watched the store as closing drew near. She moved from the register once it was time to lock up. She locked the door as Alya slammed into it. She gasped, then snickered as Alya fell back. Rose and Juleka rushed to help Alya while Alix laughed. She unlocked the door and let them in.

            “You know it’s closing time, right, girls?”

            “We know. We came for you, girl,” Alya said.

            “What? Why?”

            “Have you checked your Alliance?” Rose asked.

            “No. What’s up?”

            “We’re going to go celebrate! Juleka just signed a contract deal to be a model,” Rose announced.

            Marinette squealed. They all jumped around Juleka and hugged her.

            “Juleka, that’s amazing! What are we doing? Dinner?”

            “Yup. My mom has offered to make us something special over at Le Grand Paris. We were also hoping we could get some of the best pastries in all of Paris,” Alya said.

            “Well, Dad’s in the back. Could you girls watch the door while I get ready?”

            “We got it, girl.”

            Marinette headed upstairs. She started towards her room, then headed to the kitchen.

            “Hey, Mom, I’m going to head out with the girls.”

            “You are? What about dinner?”

            “We’re going to celebrate. Juleka just got a modeling deal!”

            “That’s amazing, but it is late. Will you girls be safe?”

            “We have our Alliances. They’ll inform us if there is a monster attack.”

            Sabine frowned. She looked at the silver gadget ring on Marinette’s index finger. She knew they were reliable in delivering that information, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that crawled up her. She took a deep breath.

            “Ok. And forgive me, Mari. I know you’re an adult, but please come home immediately after the dinner. I don’t want you out at night.”

            Marinette hugged Sabine. “I will. And thank you. I love you.”

            “I love you too, Mari. Now, hurry along. Don’t keep your friends waiting.”

            Marinette kissed Sabine’s cheek, then hurried to her room. Sabine stood for a moment longer. Dread rose within her that threatened to consume her. She stepped from the kitchen and looked at the door. She ran a thumb over the key she kept under her shirt. Marinette’s door closing broke her thoughts as she turned back to Marinette.

            “I’ll see you out, Mari.”

            Marinette nodded. They headed downstairs. Marinette joined the girls as they buzzed. Sabine stood beside Tom. She took his hand as she watched the girls. They filed out of the door except for Marinette.

            Marinette ran back to her parents and hugged them. “See you after dinner. Love you guys.”

            Tom and Sabine hugged Marinette and kissed her cheek. Marinette returned the gesture, then hurried after the girls. Sabine’s smile faded when Marinette was gone. The dread gnawed at her and made her sick.

            “Honey? What’s wrong?”

            “Tom, I’m scared.”

            Tom pulled Sabine into a hug. “They’ll be fine. Marinette’s been safe and those Alliances keep them safer. Besides, the heroes will be out at this hour, right? If one of those vile creatures shows up, they’ll be around to keep her safe.”

            Sabine forced a smile. “You’re right. She’s been safe all this time. What would make tonight any different?”

            “It’ll be alright. We just need to have faith in our protectors. They haven’t failed us yet after all.”

            “Right, faith. That’s all we need. Um, I’m going to finish dinner. See you upstairs soon?”

            “Wouldn’t miss it, dear.”

            Sabine and Tom shared a kiss before Sabine headed upstairs. She looked to her bedroom door down the hall. The dread chewed at her. She took a deep breath and reassured herself. Marinette would be fine. They would all be fine. Nothing bad would happen.

~~

            Papillon sat in a dimly lit room. Her butterfly lights flickered as they moved their wings. She had her hands folded atop her cane with a butterfly light outline around her face. Her creations fluttered about the city in search of a new victim. She tsked at the crop for the night. Nothing felt right to draw out the Ladybug. Maybe something to damage the heroes’ reputation further, but not bring out the Ladybug.

            Papillon sighed and switched between her creations. She paused when one landed on the window of an apartment bedroom. She watched the little Chinese woman do a couple double takes to ensure she was alone. She watched as the woman moved to her nightstand and pulled out a jewelry box.

            “Alter,” Papillon commanded.

            Papillon’s creation twisted and turned invisible. It passed through the window and approached the woman. She opened the jewelry box to reveal a pair of ladybug earrings. Papillon gasped and grinned. There they were, the ladybug earrings. Papillon was close to drawing out the ladybug. Even if it was a fluke, another to the tally.

            Papillon searched the woman’s room. She eyed a family portrait of the woman with her husband and only daughter. She recognized the man as Tom Dupain, one of Paris’s top bakers.

            “Little Akuma, hear me well. Find one of Tom Dupain’s rivals. Seek their loathed rival and twist their heart. Bring an end to Tom and his wife’s life. However, should the daughter appear, leave her alive. Now, go.”

            The Akuma retreated from the room and searched for Tom’s rival.

            Papillon grinned. It wouldn’t be long now. Soon, she’d have her wish.

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #au #miraculous au #alternate universe #miraculous fanfic #mlb fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #absolution #absolution au #miraculous ladybug adrien #miraculous adrien #adrien #mlb marinette #miraculous marinette #marinette dupain cheng

[worldsbiggestnerd101]

But what do we have in common?

We’re reliable with the LADIES

there are so many to deflower (LADIES)

looks, proximity to power

#em rambles #asks #mutuals #hamilton #lissy

[minaramen]

Riku Nanase - 16 Idol Album - Part 2: The errand from my memories

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Mum:...and so, with the help of their friends from the forest, Poko chan and Piko kun completed their errand. The end!

Riku: Wah! Poko chan and Piko kun are amazing! They could buy their groceries properly!

Riku: Tenn nii, do you also meet friends from the forests when you go buy groceries with mum?

Tenn: Fufu, I do. I’ve met Mr. Cat and Mr. Bug

Riku: Really?! I knew it! You’re awesome, Tenn nii! I’m sure that Mr. Cat and Mr. Bug will always come for you, Tenn nii

Tenn: That’s not true. They’re watching over you, Riku

Mum: Hey, are you kids hungry? Is there anything you’d like to eat?

Riku&Tenn: Omurice!

Riku&Tenn: Ah…!

Riku&Tenn: Ahah! Same!

Mum: Fufu, you’re really close buddies, aren’t you? Okay, I’m gonna make you omurice

Mum: Ah, but we’re out of eggs…

Mum: I’ll go buy some groceries. Can such good boys do house sitting?

Riku:...house sitting…

Riku: But, Riku wants to go on an errand!

Mum: What?!

Riku: I want to go on an errand with Tenn nii, just like Poko chan and Piko kun!

Riku: Can we, mum?

Mum: Well…if you ask me with such bright eyes…

Mum: However, I’m worried…I mean, just the two of you…

Riku: Riku feels so good today! My chest doesn't hurt at all, and I’ve never coughed once since this morning

Riku: I’ll be together with Tenn nii, so I’ll be super fine!

Riku:...also, Riku wants to become able to do something too…

Riku: Is it okay, Tenn nii…?

Tenn:...yes. It’ll be alright, I’ll protect Riku. You don’t need to worry, mum

Tenn: The supermarket is close, and I do remember the way

Mum:...Riku, Tenn…

Mum: Well…I guess it’s just right for a first errand…

Mum: There are many people that know you in the shopping district, and there are no roads in your way, so I think you’ll be safe…

Mum *thinking*: I’m a little worried about Riku, but Tenn is a reliable kid. I’ll just sneak behind them and hopefully everything will be alright 

Mum:..alright! I’ll entrust you kids with an errand!

Riku&Tenn: Hooray!

Mum: I’m putting the shopping list inside Riku’s bag and money inside Tenn’s bag

Mum: If you get lost, ask the neighborhood florist’s lady. 

Riku&Tenn: Yes!

Mum: As soon as you leave home turn left and go straight on the street full of sunflowers

Mum: Turn again once you reach the florist and you’ll find the shopping center. Pay attention to the bicycles, and always hold each other’s hand tightly

Riku: Yes, understood! I’ll hold Tenn nii’s hand!

Tenn: Yes! I must not let go of Riku’s hand!

Mum: Okay, see you later, kids!

Riku&Tenn: See you later!

*Cut to the sunflower street*

Riku: Wah! Sunflowers are so beautiful..! They grew so big!

Tenn: Yes. They’re summer flowers. They always follow the sun, and put all their strength in growing bigger and bigger 

Riku: I see…you’re also doing your best and growing up

Riku: Ah, look…! There are also some small white flowers…!

Tenn: They’re called Capsella bursa-pastoris. They’re also known as Shepherd's purses

Riku: Shepherd’s…?

Tenn: It’s because their shape resembles that of a shepherds' purse. Mum told me that*

Riku: I see! It’s cool that this flower has two names!

Riku: Oh, I think I saw that one in a book…? What was it called…? 

Tenn: Yes. Do you remember?

Riku: Uhm…ah! Dayflower!

Tenn: Correct. Good job!

Riku: Eheh! I remember because you read me that book, Tenn nii!

Tenn: Amazing! You’re such a clever boy, Riku!

Riku: Tenn nii is praising me….!

Riku: But, Tenn nii, you really know everything. Do you know everything about flowers?

Tenn: No, I don’t. It’s just that so many flowers bloom here, so when I pass by with mum…

Riku:.....

Tenn: Ah…I’m sorry, Riku! That’s not what I meant…I’ve been here before, just a few times, and we talked about flowers. That’s the reason…

Riku: Why are you saying sorry? Riku is so happy he could come here with you!

Tenn: Riku…

Riku: But apparently Mr. Cat and Mr.Bug aren’t here, today

Tenn: They’re definitely somewhere around here, ready to come out. We will meet them soon

Riku: I see…! I wanted to say hi, but I guess we can come back here again

Tenn: Yes. Maybe we will meet them along the way, so you can say hi

Riku: Yes! We’re almost there, right?

Tenn: Yes. A-ah…

Riku: Tenn nii?

Tenn *thinking*: I think we walked too straight… Maybe we should have turned earlier?

Tenn *thinking*:  I was so happy to be here with Riku that I haven’t properly checked…

Tenn *thinking*:  And just a moment ago I probably hurt Riku’s feelings, even though I was supposed to watch over him….

Tenn *thinking*: Get your act together, Nanase Tenn

Riku: We…we got lost?

Tenn: N-no…it’s okay, Riku. It must be this way

Riku: A-are you sure…? Will we be able to reach the supermarket?

Riku: I-is it…is it Riku’s fault…? Uuh…

Tenn: Why do you say it’s your fault, Riku? I’m sorry, don’t cry…

Riku: B-because Riku was the one asking to go on an errand…I-I was selfish…

Riku: Also, you said sorry because of me…

Tenn *thinking*:  W-what should I do…? If Riku cries, he may have an attack…

Tenn *thinking*:  And to think that I was the one who promised mum that everything would be alright, that I would watch over Riku…

Tenn *thinking*:  I mustn't panic. The shopping center is near the florist’s…

Tenn:....!

Riku: R-Riku is good boy…

Tenn: Wait a moment then, like the good boy you are

Riku: T-Tenn nii…? Why are you crouching down?

Tenn: I want to speak with Mrs. Ladybug

Riku: Mrs Ladybug? Has she come to see us?!

Tenn: Yes. She got worried after hearing you cry

Tenn: She says that we will get to the florist if we walk a little bit further. We just need to get there and turn and we will reach the supermarket

Riku: Wah! Thank you for helping us, Mrs Ladybug! 

Tenn: She wanted to meet you. I told her that you’re my precious little brother, but I think you should introduce yourself

Riku: Eheh, Mrs Ladybug, I’m Riku! So, you came here to meet me too…

Tenn: Okay, shall we reach the supermarket, since we’re almost there?

Riku: Yes…thank you, Tenn nii… Everything has an happy ending with you, Tenn nii

Tenn: Fufu…I think the same. There’s nothing I can’t do when I’m with you, Riku

Tenn:  My strength comes from your laughter. There’s nothing that scares me

Riku: Wah…so, as soon as we’re together, all the scary things go away!

Riku: If we stay together forever we’ll be invincible, just like superheroes!

Tenn: Ahah, you’re right!

Tenn: Well then, Riku, hero number one! Let’s get to the supermarket!

Tenn: The mission is buying groceries and surprising mum! 

Riku: Roger! Tenn, hero number two! Let’s hold hands and do it! 

Riku&Tenn: Ahah…!

End of part 2 

*For translation reasons, I had to completely rearrange this one. In japanese the Shepherd's Purse is called “Pen pen gusa”; where penpen is the onomatopoeia for a sound and the flowers takes the name from the similarity to a musical instrument

#Idolish7 #16idolalbum #riku nanase #idolish7translation

[hotarutranslations]

Morning Musume ‘23 【Kitagawa Rio, Okamura Homare, Yamazaki Mei】The 15th generation’s period of remarkable growth. What Do You Want To Do Your Best Towards the 30th Anniversary?

For the second VOCE x Morning Musume ‘23 25th Anniversary Collab, Kitagawa Rio, Okamura Homare, and Yamazaki Mei of the 15th generation are here. As they joined 4 years ago, the 3 of them discuss topics they have come to know about each other since they are in the same generation like, their growth is crazy! I can’t take my eyes off them! And they speak fully on things like, what they want to do to liven up the group.

–What kind of person is Kitagawa Rio-san?

Okamura Homare: She’s very mature and classy. She is the reliable older sister in the 15th generation. From my point of view as a generation mate, she is a little out of the loop and is mischievous at times; those are things that make her cute! She eats in a way where it looks delicious (laughs).

Yamazaki Mei: She has a pure and lady-like atmosphere. She’s good at studying, she has it together, and has the feeling of being a reliable older sister but, she has parts you want to poke fun at that are funny, and she’s a tsundere. Her singing voice is also really pretty, she is very good at dancing with her hair. She has taught me various detailed things about makeup.

–What kind of person is Okamura Homare-san?

Kitagawa Rio: She has a very cute baby face but she combines an overwhelming style and coolness in her performances. She is a kind girl with a personality of putting others first before herself. There is a bit of gyaru-like quality to her, she feels like an active high school student! (laughs)

Yamazaki Mei: Her face is small and her limbs are long, in any case she has excellent style. She looks and sounds really cute, such that she feels like a sparkling, shiny, idol! We’re in the same grade in school but since she is reliable, if Mei were twins with her she would be the older sister. Homare also loves make-up and is a bit gyaru-like!

–What kind of person is Yamazaki Mei-san?

Kitagawa Rio: It's not an exaggeration to say that she was born to be an idol, her idol power is amazing! She loves pandas, and can activate her “panda-san power”! When she is performing, she has an eye-catching presence; I'm always surprised by the strength of her idol power.

Okamura Homare: Yamazaki Mei-chan is everyone's little sister! Her really energetic smile is cute. Since we’re the same age, I feel calm when we’re together, she has a reassuring presence. She also has a surprisingly matter-of-fact side, I like that part of her the most.

–What is your most memorable memory from the 15th generation so far?

Kitagawa Rio: The 3 of us are always talking about wanting to go somewhere and this finally came true in August last year! We went to get shaved ice. I once again felt how our relationships have deepend these past 4 years; I met these 2 via work but we talk like we’re friends in private; from the heart, I’m glad that I’m in the same generation as them.

Okamura Homare: Our dance lessons shortly after joining. We were trying to learn the choreography before joining our seniors, we were together as the 3 of us the whole time; it was a dense period that had a lot of fun and tough moments. At first we were so caught up in ourselves that we weren’t in the mood to get to know each other but, once the 3 of us sat down and got to know each other, we became able to discuss anything. I think it was a really important time.

Yamazaki Mei: The ‘15th Generation Fan Club Event’. The 3 of us played a game where we had to match each other's answers but it was funny because we weren’t able to match for even 1 answer! Our live corner where we were singing together is an unforgettable memory. Next time, if we get the opportunity again, I want to perform in groups like, Rio-chan and Homare-chan, Rio-chan and I, Homare-chan and I!

–What are the other 2 in the 15th generation like to you?

Kitagawa Rio: We’re friends, coworkers, and rivals. I’m older than the other 2, and there are times when they feel like younger sisters. I think that we are the only 3 people who can have so many different relationships with each other.

Okamura Homare: Although each of us have different personalities, when the 3 of us are together, it's mysterious how we feel like we fit each other perfectly. I think we have good balance, I can feel at ease when I’m with those 2.

Yamazaki Mei: I feel at ease when we are together, we can speak plainly. They feel like a second family or sisters. Rio-chan is the older sister, next is Homare-chan, and then 3rd is Mei, in that order.

–The topic of the growth of the 15th generation has been “amazing”! Please tell us what you keep in mind when performing.

Kitagawa Rio: Dancing big without looking out of place! Not forgetting to stand out. The dance teacher taught me “Dance like your limbs are twice their length,”. I couldn’t really grasp the feeling of it at first but, recently I’ve really come to understand it. But, as long as we’re working as a group, I don’t think I should be the only one standing out so, while looking around me, I’m studying putting my own personality into my dance.

Okamura Homare: I’m really thankful for kind words, but I want to be humble at all times, and not take them at face value. I’m always thinking “I have to do more than I’ve done till now!” with performances but, I also think I shine the most when I’m enjoying myself, and I think people who watch it will enjoy it, so I also cherish having fun.

Yamazaki Mei: Performing where my expression matches the song and not just grinning and smiling, but making cool expressions as well. I’m getting to sing more of my graduated seniors' parts, so I want to add my own personality to it while referring to the expressions my seniors made. I don’t think anyone will have fun if I don’t look like I’m having fun, so I firstly want to have fun so everyone can enjoy themselves.

–Please tell us what you would like to do to make Morning Musume more exciting towards the 30th Anniversary.

Kitagawa Rio: I want to become the catalyst for knowing about Morning Musume. I know that there are people who come to like Morning Musume through gravure work; I want to increase the number of Morning Musume fans on my own! I think that I have to!

Okamura Homare: This year I turned 18; from now on, new members will be joining so I want to be able to look around and not just look towards myself. Also, I want to become more mature so that I can react calmly when things happen. In terms of performance, up until now its been sad as we have been in a period where we’re not able to cheer but, from now on I think I’ll be able to give a performance where I’ll stir up everyone’s voices, I want to say things like “SAY!” and “COME ON!” a lot. I want to do my best to give a performance that excites everyone.

Yamazaki Mei: Less than a year after joining we had to stay at home due to covid-19, since we were only able to do activities on our own; from now on as Morning Musume, I want a lot of experiences with live tours and fests! There are many things to learn from my seniors during the tours; I’m also discovering a new me, so I want to experience more and more things and increase my appeal.

–Please tell us what you would like to challenge as an individual

Kitagawa Rio: Work related to food and cosmetics that I love! I’m the type of person who really researches things once I’m interested in them; I think it would be nice to delve deeper into food and cosmetics with a serialization. I love Odagiri Hiro-san's hair and makeup, and I often watch him on YouTube; It's my dream to have my makeup done by him someday. I want to ask him various things about cosmetics and beauty.

Okamura Homare: This year I started a serialization about stationary, so I want to show off the appeal of stationary more. Also, since joining Morning Musume, I’ve grown more than 10cm so, working in fashion where I can make the most of that height, I would like to try out cool makeup that I don’t know how to do myself!

Yamazaki Mei: Work relating to my favorite Panda-sans! Since I love the sweets from my hometown of Hokkaido, I’d like to do work relating to that, too.

–What is one piece of advice you would give to the 17th generation members who will be joining soon?

Kitagawa Rio: Its, “practice 100 times more than you think you need to,”. When I joined I was inexperienced in dancing so, the hurdle I had imagined for myself was actually much lower than for those who had experience. Even when I thought I had practiced, I experienced many times where I was at the level where it looked like I hadn’t practiced at all when the teachers and seniors would watch. Even now I think, “let's practice 100 times more than I think”. If you practice to your limit you’ll feel better about it later on, like “my future self will thank the past me,”. 

Okamura Homare: If I were to give advice to the new members, try to meet everyone you meet with a cheerful greeting. I think there will be many things that are confusing or that you won’t understand but, “if you can first greet others properly, it’ll be alright because you’ll make a good impression,” is what I want to convey.

Yamazaki Mei: I want you to value your individuality. With your seniors that you admire, you may feel that you love them so much that you want to become so much like them but, I’d like you to absorb their good qualities while not erasing your own and keeping your personality alive.

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[helenaheissner]

Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 6

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Keith

I was halfway through my drive home before I realized that I had what could very easily be construed as a date that night. “OH, CRAP!” I screamed while stuck at a red light.

The car in front of me, a red convertible helmed by a gym bro with guns of steel, honked real loud when I did that. In the lane next to me, an old lady in a jeep gave me the finger and shouted, “we’re all gridlocked just the same as you, you little shit!”

I heaved a heavy sigh and drummed my fingers on the wheel until finally, blissfully, mercifully, the light changed and I got to continue my drive home.

My parents were finishing up a sale of a pair of swim trunks to a father and son duo when I marched in. “Hey, kiddo, what’s going on?” Mom asked. 

“I messed up.”

“Is it a legal issue?” Dad asked, not looking up from the abacus he was crunching numbers with. 

“Hm, no, a personal problem,” I said, drumming my fingers rapidly on the front desk. 

“Are you on drugs?” Dad asked. “Because the course of operations depends highly on what drugs we’re talking about-”

“It’s not drugs, either,” I said. 

“Is it a girl?” Mom said, raising both eyebrows and pressing her hands together. 

“A boy, actually,” I said. 

“Ooooohhhhh,” Mom said, smiling. “I see. Didn’t expect this one, but-”

“No, not like that,” I said hurriedly. “Well, kinda.”

“Kinda?” Mom asked. 

“It’s not a date- it’s not supposed to be one, but I’m worried it might be!”

“Do you want it to be?” Mom said. 

I hesitated, ran my top teeth over my lower lip. An image ran through my mind of me in that dress again, my hair done up and makeup on my face, and Underhill… Zeke at the door with a bundle of flowers in his hands, dressed in that tux he’d rocked yesterday, leaning in for a-

BAD! BAD BAD BAD! You don’t like boys! Bad brain! “... No,” I said, in a low, soft voice. 

Mom and Dad side-eyed each other in a way even a moron like me could tell meant they didn’t believe it. Finally, Mom sighed lightly, and said, “Then it’s not a date.”

“It’s not?” I said, hoping they didn’t hear the note of disappointment I detected in my own voice. 

“In my experience, it’s only a date if the girl says it is,” Dad said. 

“But I’m not a…,” I started, before trailing off. I wasn’t sure how to finish. 

“Your father is half right,” Mom said. “It’s only a date if both parties agree it is. You don’t want it to be a date, so it’s not a date. Does this boy want it to be a date?”

“I don’t… I don’t know,” I said. The disappointment rang clear as a bell that time. Did I want it to be a date? No, that’s ridiculous, I’m not gay. 

Wait, no, that’s not… If I am a girl, then that would make me gay.

Okay, so it’s not a date because I’m a lesbian 

Or, I would be a lesbian if I were a girl, which I’m still not one hundred percent sure that I am. 

Right?

Mom turned to Dad and said, “Honey-bunch, could you mind the shop for a few minutes while I talk to our daughter upstairs?”

“No problem at all, sweetheart,” Dad said, going back to fiddling with his abacus. 

The warm, fuzzy, rapturous rush of euphoria threatened to boil every last trace of boy out of my brain at the words ‘our daughter.’ They really thought of me as their… They… My own parents were convinced I was a girl. Zeke probably was as well. I was currently the biggest hold out at only like forty… Fifty… Seventy-five percent sure I was a girl. 

Okay, let’s entertain the idea for a moment that I am a girl. As far as Zeke was concerned, he’d gotten brunch with a girl, who’d then asked her to hang out at her place later that night. Said girl was, in his parlance, pretty, and had a bunch of things in common with him. And they’d held hands and shared a milkshake already. 

Crap!

Okay, the smart thing to do was to make it clear to him that this wasn’t a date. Guys hated being led on- I knew that much from experience- so the intelligent thing, and the moral thing, would be to tell him in no uncertain terms that we were only going to be friends who watched anime and got food together. 

I was so caught up in my own thoughts I barely realized Mom had led me upstairs and was holding dresses in front of me. “Um, what are you doing?” 

“Oh, just experimenting,” Mom said. “Let’s start at the beginning- what’s this boy’s name?”

“Zeke Underhill.”

“Zeke Under- wasn’t he one of those boys who beat you last year in the finals?”

“One of those people- he’s the only boy on the team,” I corrected her. 

“Ah, of course,” Mom said. “You certainly have a history with him- what did you invite him to do with you, exactly?”

I back-filled her with the most recent events pertaining to all this, and she nodded while holding dozens of different dresses in front of me. There was no way she’d made all of these for me, right? Surely not- I’d seen most of these in the display window at some point, but nobody had bought them. I couldn’t imagine why- they were positively adorable. 

We’re using words like adorable now, brain? When did this happen?!

“Hmmm,” Mom said. “Well, I hate to tell you this, but he might think this is a date.”

I sighed. 

“But you can see it as an opportunity instead of that,” Mom said. 

“An opportunity for what?”

“To dress up,” Mom said. “Show your true self- or at least your hidden self- to somebody outside the family, someone who already knows and whom you know is cool with all this. Plus, it’s letting bygones be bygones with someone who you got off on the wrong foot with. And, on top of all that, making friends is always easier when you’re being your most authentic self.”

“Are you saying I should dress up,” I said, taking a sleeveless blue maxi-dress out of her hands and holding it against my stomach. 

“I’m suggesting it, yes,” Mom said. “But only if you want to.”

My hands trembled. 

“I’ll do your makeup for you,” Mom offered. 

I breathed in deep through my nose, out through my mouth. Then I nodded. “Let’s do this.”

The hours flew by as I tried on a dozen different dresses, finally settling on a hot pink shirt-dress that stopped just above my knees. Mom helped me with my hair and makeup, narrating the endeavor as she went so that I could take mental notes in case I ever wanted to do this myself. I watched the process carefully, trying to commit each individual step to memory. 

Finally, when it was over, I took stock of myself in the mirror, and… 

And… 

“Whoa,” I said, my eyes going wide at the side of the cute girl in the cute dress with the perfect makeup and the collar length hair brushed out and blown dry and pushed back by a white headband. I was wearing foundation, and red lipstick, and dark eyeshadow, and mascara that made my blue eyes look huge. 

“Thank you, I like to think I do good work,” Mom said. 

“Y-you do,” I said, reaching out and poking the mirror. And the girl in the cute dress did the same. Because that girl was me, and I was… 

And I am-

“Kate, your friend is here!” Dad called from downstairs. 

I gulped, then Mom gestured me towards the door. I moved for it, then she said, “Wait.”

“What?” I said, stopping in the doorway. 

“The piece de resistance,” Mom said, reaching behind her neck and removing the golden butterfly necklace, then putting it around my throat. “Perfect. You look beautiful. My beautiful daughter. All ready for her not-date.”

“It’s not a not-date,” I said. “Wait a minute, it’s not a not-not-”

Mom just laughed, and said, “Go get ‘im, tiger.”

I glided downstairs barefoot, the dress’ skirt bouncing about around my legs, warmth and giddiness bubbling up inside me. Zeke stood in the landing next to the back door, which led to the staircase that brought you to our apartment above the shop. He didn’t bring flowers, but he was holding a big box of pizza, which was even better given how hungry I was. And he wasn’t wearing a tux, but he was clad in a suit jacket over a tight-fitting t-shirt, as well as skinny jeans and converse. His hair was combed, parted to the right, and he had that big, stupid, handsome smile on his face. 

I’m a lesbian, I’m a lesbian, I repeated inside my mind, Or I would be a lesbian if I were a girl, which I’m still not decided if I am-

“Wow,” Zeke said as I met him at the base of the stairwell. “You look beautiful.”

My jaw dropped, and a smile crept onto my face as I broke off eye contact and chuck… Giggled. I didn’t have a chuckle, I had a giggle, apparently. Probably had one my whole life, and nobody had the decency to tell me when it was no doubt exceedingly obvious to anyone who wasn’t me.  “Thank you,” I finally managed to say over the crowd-like scream of my own pulse. “Let’s take things up to my room,” I said, cocking my head back. 

“Forward, aren’t we?” he smirked. 

I blushed, realizing what I’d just said. “Oh, shut up. Come on.”

“Okay!” he smiled. That big, toothy, handsome… Handsome?

Handsome. It was okay for me to admit he was handsome. There was nothing wrong with me acknowledging he was handsome, that didn’t necessarily mean anything, I was allowed to think a guy was handsome as I invited him into my room. A girl was allowed to think a guy was handsome, even if she was a… 

A… 

Lesbian?

A lesbian, yeah. Yeah. Definitely.

I set up a picnic blanket on the hardwood floor of my room for us to eat on, then went and got some plates and napkins from the kitchen. Zeke made himself at home, sitting on the blanket and looking around. “Nice room. Love all your figures and model kits!”

“Thanks!” I smiled. “My parents got me into making them. They actually met at a model building contest.”

“There are model building contests?” Zeke asked. 

“Yeah, mostly at anime cons,” I said, sitting down next to him.

“Hm, neat. Can’t say I’ve ever been to one.”

“Never?” I balked. 

“Not a once,” Zeke said. ���No cons at all, actually.”

“Seriously?” 

“Seriously,” Zeke repeated. “My folks were never big on anything they considered a waste of time. You can imagine how they feel about the whole competitive robot fighting thing.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry,” I said, my brow furrowing and my eyes going wide. “My parents have always been so chill… I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a playful wave of his hand. “Maybe we can go to one sometime.”

A gulp caught in my throat. He was asking me to- and that was- planning a second- he couldn’t possibly be- “T-together?” I asked, my pulse quickening. 

“Yeah, all three of us!” Zeke said. “Faith has been saying for a while how much she wants to go to one soon- something about wanting to try cosplay.”

“Oh,” I said, “Right.” I hoped the clear note of disappointment in my voice wasn’t as audible to him as it was for me. All three of us. He wanted us all to be friends- that was probably all he wanted. A thought popped up inside my head, and I tried my best to stomp it out, but it wouldn’t die: I was disappointed that this wasn’t a date. . 

I opened the box of pizza sitting in front of me, and my mouth watered at the sight of it. “Is this… What I think it is?” I said, pressing my hands together and looking at Zeke expectantly. 

“A pineapple, bacon, and jalapeno pizza,” Zeke said with a nod. 

“A PB&J!” I said, bouncing up and down where I sat. 

“You like that? Good,” he said. 

“Love it- it’s my favorite!” 

“Cool! Mine too! I never get to eat them, though.”

“Lemme guess, Faith isn’t a fan?”

“Jalapenos are a no-go-zone for her,” Zeke said as he helped himself to two slices. “Also, she’s skeptical of the concept of pineapple on pizza.”

“Philistine.”

“Heh, that’s what I call her sometimes too.”

I smiled as a warm fluttering sensation ran through my chest. I wanted to stamp it out, but… I also didn’t. “So, ready to watch some Gundam?”

“Hell yeah I am!”

“You ever seen the OG?”

“Nah. How’s it hold up?”

“Goofy in places, jank as hell in others, but still pretty fun,” I said. 

“Aight then, let’s do this!” he said, raising his hands into the air like a goober. 

We watched the show, and even though I’d already seen every episode twice, I can’t for the life of me recall anything that happened in it that night. I kept looking over at Zeke, seeing his facial reactions and body language, letting that warm feeling I got from sitting next to him and watching him be his goofy self stoke into a full-on fire. It filled me up, and by the end of the night, an entire pizza and two hours worth of anime later, I admitted to myself how much I wanted this to be a date. 

Crap.

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Rouge ⟡ Love Wrapped in Ribbons of Gratitude (04)

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“A Brief Date”

The day after Rouge-san and I paraded around town as preachers―

Emma: We got rid of our flyers and ribbons in the blink of an eye today.

Rouge: We didn’t even get the chance to advertise before they swarmed us begging please, please!

Emma: Your singing was a huge hit yesterday. But it sure got stressful today, getting asked to sing everywhere we went...

Rouge: Ahaha, who cares? It was fun! I could tell the townspeople have gotten pumped full of enthusiasm for Love Day.

Rouge: But uh, I’ve gotten a teensy bit tired. I think I wanna take a breather.

Emma: Well... then how about we shop for gifts for the Moon Wanderers?

Rouge: ...Oh. Yeah, I remember you saying you wanted to get them some things.

Rouge: Sounds good. Let’s go pick ’em out together.

Emma: Okay!

Rouge: What about... this liquor shop? I’ll get some good wine for Gran.

Stall Owner: Welcome! Say, if it isn’t Rouge-chan! Your debt collectors aren’t after you today?

Emma: That question has become a greeting at this point...

Rouge: Ahaha~...

Stall Owner: So, looking for wine? I’ll get you my signature bottle.

Rouge: You’re a lifesaver! While you’re at it, could you maybe give me a little bit of a discount―

Emma: Rouge-san!

Rouge: Next... let’s take a peek at that fresh produce stall. I feel like food means everything to Crow and Itsuki...

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: Woah! Rouge brought back a girl!

Rouge: Hiiya, shopkeep! Got any foods that last a long time?

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: Young lady, you have to believe me. Give up on this guy.

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: I know he might be handsome, but he is riddled with problems. He’ll only make you cry, you understand?

Rouge: Um... Could you not start slandering me immediately after meeting her, please...?

Rouge: Anyway, we haven’t known each other for that long, have we?

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: A few days of watching you is enough to tell you’re a scumbag. If you do anything to hurt a girl this cute―

Emma: It’s okay.

Rouge & Shopkeep: Eh?

Emma: I’m pretty sure I’m, um... very familiar with all the best parts of Rouge-san.

Rouge & Shopkeep: Woahhh....!!

Emma: Ah, but, we’re not dating or anything―

Rouge: Shopkeep! I might be the happiest man in the world right now!

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: Ahh! You better cherish this one, I mean it!

Emma: Please listen to me, you two!

Later...

After leaving the produce shop, we step into a small general store.

Emma: Are you sure you’re okay about the food? The shopkeeper wanted to treat us to it...

Rouge: It’s fine. It would’ve been so lame if I let him treat me after all you said about me.

Rouge: ...But anyway, I’m curious about something.

Emma: What?

Rouge: About those “best parts” of me...

↪ You have a nice voice (Sun +12)

Emma: Hm... I think you have a nice voice, Rouge-san. Emma: Not just when you sing, but your normal voice, too. Listening to you puts me at ease. Rouge: Hehe. You tell me that all the time. Rouge: That makes me happy, really.

↪ You’re a nice person (Moon +12)

Emma: Well, you’re a nice person, Rouge-san. Emma: I think it’s amazing how you can hit it off with anyone you meet. Rouge: That’s nothing to praise me over. Rouge: I just happen to meet all good people.

Rouge: Hmm... But I was hoping for a little different answer.

Emma: Different how?

Rouge: Something like, “Rouge-san, you’re so manly and reliable and super awesome ★”?

Emma: Okay, anyway, let’s go look for presents! We can’t take too long of a break.

Rouge: Hey? That was a pretty aggressive change of subject. Y’know, I love that assertive side of you.

Emma: Aren’t these animal figurines just darling?

Rouge: Oh! I like them~ They kinda remind me of Corocle.

Rouge: Noah would probably like these, huh? Although, he wouldn’t be caught dead accepting a present from me.

Despite saying that, Rouge-san doesn’t pick up a single figurine from the shelf...

Rouge: I’m gonna go check out the alcohol over there.

Emma: (Now that I think about it... We’ve only stopped at liquor and food shops so far.)

Something feels just a little off.

Feeling like some sort of splinter is stuck in my heart, I can’t help but worry.

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