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jhuzen · 1 year

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a what? [m.reader]

this… idk what this is. it’s very indulgent so excuse the very chill grammar. my head is hammered by all the hot men in hsr. so here. yes, they won me over (jfc how could they not my god, i’ve been waiting on them for months) ☠️ so here’s a self-indulgent cat-boy alignment from some tall men in hsr. i’ve been playing since the release and i’m already just a few exps away from level 40 send help.

𖦹 nsfw/suggestive contents, hcs ig, i use the speculative name for the trailblazer hehe, top reader :’D, this is basically a shitpost but also not LMAO.

GEPARD LANDAU — official dogboy, a lapdog too if you will

is this even a question at this point?

he’s your little pup (maybe not so little), and he radiates that golden retriever vibes. he’s a little more serious than that, sure, but rest assured, he’s always on you when you need him and he’s not particularly swamped with his guard duties as the captain.

he never fails to light up every time you pass by him when he’s out on patrol. he appreciates your little visits of course, sometimes even stopping by to bring him some food when you can. but there’s always something so magical whenever he sees you around the city, just minding your own business, not really aware that he can see you from his post.

and there’s just a spike of serotonin in gepard’s brain every time he ‘bumps’ into you in one of your personal excursions, romancing you with such subtlety (it’s really not much subtle, everyone and their mother in belobog knows you and him are together).

he thinks he’s so slick, trying to smooth talk you, when really, the tips of his ears are bright red, while you, completely unfazed only tried to hold in a laughter. what a trooper your boyfriend truly is!

serval thinks she should be getting second hand embarrassment from her brother’s actions towards you, but you both just looked so sweet that she just had to enjoy the view of you humoring her stiff as hell brother. he’s way too serious on the field (rightfully so), but it was all the more endearing to see a bit of that innocent glee that gepard somehow manages to manifest with you around.

he’s your good dogboy bro, always ready to serve you. though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate getting spoiled. your massages, especially your back rubs, are the highlight of his day after a grueling training — after his nice hot shower, with you guiding him all the way to your shared bedroom to give him a nice massage, it’s absolute bliss for him.

the cute sighs and the way his face becomes scrunched up as you worked the knots away from his muscles was adorable.

and if… the mood provides it, often times it leads to something a little bit more intimate than your wholesome little act of service.

gepard is a babygirl through and through man. he takes everything that you give him like a champ — extremely cooperative and will do anything as you say. maybe it’s because he likes being ordered around for once, maybe it’s because he finds it incredibly attractive to see you take charge… it could go either way and it drives him nuts.

he’s very loud, so you will be entertained at the plethora of ways gepard has to come up with just so he can’t be heard by the other neighbors while you completely wreck him.

handle with care after, please, he has to go to work the next day! we can’t have the famed captain of the silvermane guards limping around >:((

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SAMPO KOSKI — absolute mid with the way he’s a dog for seeking attention and a cat for being such a little bitch

congrats! you have a weird man for a boyfriend. the man that roams the streets of belobog be it in the underworld or overworld.

you vaguely recall the first time you and him met was when he was trying to persuade an overworld citizen in buying something, and you, as shameless as you are, moved towards him and squeezed the skin of his exposed waist, making the poor man yelp.

you gave him one questionable look before slut-shaming him with that getup, but not before buying your much needed supplies and leaving a sack of belobog currency.

admittedly, your relationship with sampo began as a transactional one. you buy stuff from him and he rewards you with a relatively risqué entertainment that your old folks would certainly faint from if they knew in the first place. but, as it turns out, even such a peculiar relationship can grow an oasis of genuine fondness for each other.

your dates before were just you and him meeting up in his place, hanging out, and then both of you just go on your separate ways. nowadays, it’s him that comes inside your house, incredibly woeful and in need of your attention and you oblige him regardless of how whiny he is.

oh, right, yes. sampo is whiny, have you seen him around his comrades? the man has the ‘woe is me’ attitude every now and then, and more often than not, you instigate that form of reaction whenever you tease him with a grin on your face.

there’s reasonable (or so i hope) amount of you calling out his outfit and why he feels the need to expose his waist only. sampo said it’s to attract customers like you, and you gotta hand the win on him on that one. though, it was becoming far more evident that you no longer see him as just an entertainment value and you as his source of income.

so. bloody. needy. it’s like he can’t live without your attention — thank the stars that the ban between the overworld and the underworld was lifted eventually so he can visit you more on the surface. one minute he skirts out of your home after some good fucking and then the next, he crawls back to you pathetically like a kicked puppy.

though, that is only to say that you got sampo absolutely hooked with your touches that he feels still lingering on his skin — you had an affinity for just harassing his poor waist while you call him names. he loves it anyway.

his clinginess comes with merit though, he appreciates the skin contact and you appreciate that chest of his to lay on. absolute king. if you tell him that his tits are the only selling point of why you finally fell for him, he will sulk and just sigh all day, looking at you with such disappointment.

“so i’m just a slab of meat to you, huh?” — sampo koski, xxxx

“pretty sure what’s in here are fats.” — you, nuzzling your face in his chest, xxxx

honestly, dating sampo feels like a one night stand, considering that he’s willing to limp away from your home in the crack of dawn, but it also feels just as endearing when he seeks you out or if you do the seeking, you could see how genuinely delighted sampo is to have you near him.

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JING YUAN — certified cat boy that’s just too good at fucking [with] you

mercilessly sly and an absolute mastermind, jing yuan has his fair share of mischief in the first place and you aren’t one he can spare despite having the honor of being the famed general’s partner.

you’re not so much of a fighter, you’re just a humble assistant to fu xuan (she disapproves of your poor taste in men though), but you learned to sleep with one eye open at the cost of you getting completely mauled to death by a general in need of his lover’s touch. he jumps at you with little to no warning, and you’re not certain if you should be proud of his stealth skills or just straight up be terrified lest you wake up to a succubus sucking you dry.

all that aside though, jing yuan is a passionate partner behind closed doors. he might look passive, but he’s sure to constantly be listening to your mumbling, even down to you just listing down what you need to buy for your home. he loves every part of you undoubtedly.

though, he likes to randomly charge you these fees wherein the currency is your warm hug. he could be a lot taller than you and still drape himself to your side while you hold him with one arm all the while cooking with the other.

a big, biiiiig cat, that’s for sure. and he accepts it, but on the account that you use it to tease lil ol’ him, get ready to be milked dry or at the very least, deprived of any form of affection from your cat.

he’s got a bit of an attitude too. he dreads the fact that you have a far more gentle disposition to his subordinates compared to him. you’re always so hard on him on work days, it makes him feel so lonely.

alas he has a remedy for that, particularly something you didn’t like at all.

mischief and a bored jing yuan on slow days are days you reminded yourself not to enter his office on, just to be safe and not get lured into his silly tricks. it always somehow fails, considering that he still is the general, and even though you are acting as fu xuan’s guide/assistant more than the general’s right hand man, you can’t refuse his calls because it’s still one of your responsibilities.

your cunning partner made sure to take advantage of that and cue… you writhing and breathless on his seat while he helped himself to your… offering from under the table. he promises he will be quick, but jing yuan is insatiable. for every time this happens, once or twice, a cloud knight would walk in to look for their general, and you had to talk to them without even giving away the embarrassing position you’re in.

hands down, a pillow princess if he’s not riding you to death. he’s the dozing general, but when the mood calls for it, he can take charge and just… leave you dry. so good luck with that.

cherishes the aftercare, he loves the slow intimate moments between you and him after. and if you’re a god at it, you can’t ever make him leave the bed, ever.

you once said, “oooh big stretch” when your beloved general did so one morning. that was the first and quite possibly the last time that you had him completely speechless for a good second. and that was saying a lot, considering that he always has the last word in your conversations. it became a core memory lmao.

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BLADE — another ultra catboy… except it’s the kind of cat that demands a lot from you after scratching your face

how in the many worlds did you ever pull this tormented man and his big sword? it’s concerning, really. kafka finds it amusing though that you even managed to make a space for yourself in blade’s little emo heart.

just laying it out there, you and blade babysit silver wolf and there’s no getting out of it apparently. kafka already placed you as the voice of reason when the one time she sent out only blade to look after silver wolf while you were off stalking the astral express gang, he dressed like a hobo, so much that he became extremely suspicious in sight more than he ever could dressed as just himself.

that aside, blade is probably one of the most demanding lovers you have dated (threateningly jealous at times too). no one can top him (but you ehe), he’s like a grumpy cat, literally swiping at you on the first few months before suddenly caving and asking you for almost everything.

really he just misses you, but he’s not into admitting such a fact. for the years that he’s gone through, whatever it may have been, you who did not care about who he was before was something that drew him in even more, you went at your own pace and it was no different when you became his. there was a sense of comfort that you brought to him.

so anyway, demanding partner that wants nothing but you. he’s extremely protective, which you found endearing, until you realized he will point a sword even to a little kid who so much as insults your face. not really good when you’re gathering intel when elio asks you both to do so.

dates with blade either includes the stellaron hunters because they are very fond of your relationship and are very nosy… or just you and him cooped up in your room, sleeping together, or ‘sleeping together’. not all too grand, but on missions that elio sends you both out on, you take the time to indulge your beloved and eat on different places, trying out delicacies of every particular world you visited in. blade doesn’t say much, but with the way his hand grips onto yours tightly already says a lot.

just throwing it out there, he is… quiet in bed. a grunter or a gasper, but if you really, really hit the right spot, he gives the deepest whine that leaves him shaking.

you either handle him with care or if he asks for it, go rough on him. like what was said, blade knows what he wants and will demand it from you all the same, no exceptions. and if you fail to live up to his expectations, he will move himself all the while glaring at you with so much disappointment.

he has… insane stamina, and if you can’t keep up, you better start working on that. the last thing that you want is to disappoint your vengeful boyfriend that has a lot of issues on his back. and while it’s not too bad of a sight to see your beloved imitate a sulking cat, it’s not so good when he ignores you. it’s not just about sex, if you so much as get that disappointing stare, best make it up to him and treat him like he’s your everything (as you should).

you once saw kafka and silver wolf planning out wedding destinations for you and blade at some point. you are unsure how to feel about your comrade’s deep involvement in your relationship — even more so when elio suggested the big wedding after you lot have accomplished your mission to the universe.

anyway, to say the least, your catboy is overly possessive and knows what he wants and can and will demand it from you. but even with such an overbearing personality and a terrifying look on his pretty face, you were already well versed in the blade language.

he thanks you on nights when you’re just out cold, probably tired from a mission, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. this man may have already considered elio’s proposal of the wedding date (jk).

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DAN HENG — third cat in a row. are all xianzhou men cats? but he’s the cat that’s quietly watching you, always listening

what do you mean he’s a [redacted for spoilers]? absolutely not. this man is a cat through and through.

the cat that silently watches you from afar while you do your own work. perhaps it’s because you always offer a sense of tranquility that dan heng found himself deeply enamored with you. you were just… so peaceful. it helped a lot, your presence soothed his deeply rooted anxieties born from his past. it’s as simple as you just shrugging and telling him, “why bother with anything else when i am alright where i am right now,” and dan heng fell hard.

you are as expressive as you can get, and can even get on the trailblazer and march’s antics. but the fact that you were mature enough to let yourself be resigned to the fate of time, that you were able to accept things as they are far better than anyone could, it was something your dearly beloved dan heng admired. in a sense, he also wanted to emulate whatever you’ve got going on.

bettering himself even more just because he loves you? goals. you changed this man and that was a sworn promise that he will never ever leave you from then on. always prowling around you, babysitting march 7th with you, reluctantly holding the trash the trailblazer rummages through with you, teaching old man welt how to use his beacon with you, etc.

that’s it, you can never pry dan heng out of your life anymore (unless you ask him to, in which case, please don’t, the man already has a lot to carry, how do you expect him to bear the weight of a broken heart from someone he thought he found happiness in?).

this catboy definitely lacks the expressiveness that you have, but just like any other stoic cat owner out there, you’ve basically read him well at that point. it’s almost as if you have the urge to make a guidebook about your boyfriend, and the aeons know that everyone in the astral express will eat it up.

he’s a little hard to coax at first to be more open in the beginning parts, but give him some time and he will be quicker to pry open than any other food that has an equally hard shell.

same thing in your more… intimate moments. give him some time to get used to things, especially if you’ve got far more experience at this sort of activity. go gentle, he loves the cradling embrace every time you ease yourself into him. he gets shy randomly out of nowhere in the middle of your little session, so do be patient.

though rest assured, he will grow bolder, eventually asking you to do all sorts of things that even you weren’t aware he knows about. he’s very eager to learn from you all the more, not just about the things that he prefers but what you also want! he’s extremely observant with your reactions, where you like to be touched.

let him take control every once in awhile, let him know that even in something as intimate as this, he can have a say. let him ride you until whenever, let him go at his own pace and he absolutely will lose his mind over that. the feeling of your arms around him, securing him in a tight hug while he drapes himself over you? dan heng will go nuts.

he’s also… very vocal. but he tries his best to keep it to a minimum lest you both let everyone in the express know what’s happening. usually though, you two only get frisky when everyone’s off the train and the only left are you, him, and dear ol’ pom-pom.

aftercares are everything to him, there’s something so touching at the fact that you are more than willing to still get up after being so spent just to make sure he’s comfortable after. you’re making this man cry, damnit! too good, too good.

never underestimate the tight grip he has on you — he’s usually the big spoon and he never hesitates to cling onto you. you’re like the safety that he finally found after running away from the things that trouble him. and every day with you is a day he always looked forward in waking up to.

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CAELUS — what the fuck is this? it’s not a dog or a cat. it’s a fucking trash panda.

ah yes, a raccoon with rabies (see: stellaron)

honestly, there’s no telling what is wrong with your boyfriend. it is… terrifying tbh. but you promised to be a supportive partner no matter how unnerving it is to see your beloved rummage through myriads of trash cans around belobog. more than once or twice, he has come up to you with a trash bag and even brought you a golden one.

you once asked what their use would be, and caelus just gave you a carefree smile while saying “we eat them to have better and stronger attacks against the enemy!” you quickly called dan heng and march to restrain him.

he texts you at the most ungodly hours. you don’t normally sleep at the same time as the other trailblazers since you took up the mantel in keeping watch of the express with pom-pom while the lot of you traversed through the heavenly galaxies of the universe. and because of that, your boyfriend just texts you until he falls asleep.

and when you are asleep in the day, before he heads out, he makes sure to tuck you in real good with a kiss for extra measure. seriously, he’s way too sweet for his own good. once or twice, you’ve caught him while you’re barely awake and he still manages to leave you flustered.

missions in different worlds means having to taste the myriad of delicacies a certain nation in a world has to offer. you both once ended up in a remote broken up island when the express made a quick stop in this one particular world that has… what do they call those again? archons? and you and caelus went ham on the dango milk (there was a distinct lack of trash cans around and everyone was safe from his addiction).

he loves you all too much, to the point where he’s attached to your hip, going wherever you go. getting all sulky when someone had your eye for a little bit longer. in that same nation in a world you stopped over, your eyes just happened to gaze a second longer at this young man with long braided blonde hair. though you were more interested in the tiny floating thing beside him, your raccoon was not able to inhale some copium and went all pouty at you.

either he ignores you, or he sends you a batch of sad pom-pom stickers in your beacon.

just wrap him in a blanket and fuck him silly, it can make him forget about the tiny things he was mad at you for. and just like dan heng, he can be very loud. so you kinda have to keep shushed up, a kiss usually does the trick however, so it shouldn’t be too hard to manage your little rowdy trailblazer.

he’s willing to take charge every now and then, he also still wants to make you feel good, after all! but he’s more of a pillow princess too, fuck him sideways and that gets him going, it makes him cry actual tears and alas, it was a blessing in your eyes to see him plead for you all the while trying to muffle his own sobs.

and after doing his head in, it is a must to spoon him after you clean him up. and maybe formulate a half-assed response when march comes knocking on your door, asking if you both fought or… let her come to an impending realization and just… make her not look at the both of you for a good week straight.

either way though, caelus is your pretty boy, always armed with witty teasing remarks and shitposts and a lot more stickers of pom-pom ready to flood your private messages with him.

10/10 -5 for the trash can obsession. ehe.

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chokchokk · 8 months

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𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 | park seonghwa x fem!reader x choi san

part one of gangster!mafia!series "𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞-𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞"

“Brother, can’t you see I’m doing this for you? Enjoy yourself.”

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : Picking your own poison, if poison was given to you in form of bankrolls by venomous men with high demands.

In which Park Seonghwa had a plan and Choi San has ideas.

“Sounds like you’re enjoying her more than anything."

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : noir, smut, angst | korean mafia/geondal!au | ceo/jaebeol!au

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 18.2k

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : entitled rich people, workplace harassment, alcoholism, softdom ceo!seonghwa (headman park), half-drunk satoori-using dom mafiaboss!san (mr. choi), both are called by their names at some point, sub-leaning bratty switch servant!femreader, use of (pet-)names (missy, baby, princess), groping, thigh-riding, light choking, light hair-pulling, non-penetrative sex, voyeur!seonghwa, sex in the elevator, counts as mirror sex right, biting kink, manhandling!san, edging, breeding, cum-eating (m), cunnilingus; reader hates the rich except for when they are sexy, implied but not severe age gap, writer does not have daddy kink but mafiaboss!san does, gunshots and death, use of korean proverbs

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : this with the next part will be the origin story for reader, specifically the series synopsis’ first half :) originally, this has been a request, so please read this, if you desire to have a bit more insight to what the series actually is + translations of certain terms (mostly character dynamics) in this chapter !!

tl;dr: since it's all based around korean mafia/gangster/etc, there will be korean culture scattered between the lines. it is all translated, hopefully in an understandable way!!! (please hmu if there are difficulties) i let out honorifics/romanisation, except for "chaebol" since it's an actual word :) that being said, reader's ethnicity is not specified and won't be relevant to the series in any way !!

smut comes after the second border, and uh,,, i had to shorten that shit (pls dont ask me where) but uh. you’re getting 8k words of smut so buckle up LMAO !!! i hope you enjoy as much as i did writing it !!! thank you for likes, reblogs and feedback xoxo (also this is NOT beta-read so pls dont hesitate to tell me about... like.... errors, tags and shit)

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It's getting repetitive. They are drinking their ninth bottle of expensive whiskey, smoking their third or fourth disgustingly pricey cigar— what the fuck, is this seriously what the upper men of your nation are doing at some stupid chairman’s dinner party?

“Missy!”

“Me, sir?”

No wonder the economy's fucking shit.

“Yeah, you, missy, give that gent over there one of our divine Denmarks!”

“Yes, sir.”

“Give him a kiss too, while you’re at it! What do you think? He’s still got it, no?”

Said ‘gent’, some old, scummy clown— winks at you, his gray eyelashes fluttering towards your direction.

“Yes, sir."

God, how bad you wish you had snuck your phone in to take a picture of these red, drunken, senseless faces, but you're a dutiful servant, abiding by the rules at all times, however difficult it may be. You’re holding in your puke professionally, not even doing something as to grit your teeth, just softly letting your jaw play along to your friendly smile.

“Does your willy even still work that way, old friend?", a cranky, yet humorous voice pitches in.

Agreeing to your supervisor’s offer to earn “big money” may have been a bad idea, but a good choice. Jongho said he’d seen you at your work, took special note of you— even though you weren’t sure where exactly he had observed you, since it’s only been a month of actually working as a servant in the lower tiers of the building— and wanted to give you a chance to swim with the big sharks. “I think you’re best suited for the job,” is what he said to make you giggle and think about your initial rejection of his proposition, “you have a talent for serving.”

Something you didn’t know you had, something you didn’t know someone would see in you ever in your life, “talent.” Sure, maybe you let yourself be persuaded a bit too fast, but it felt very touching that somebody saw you and saw potential, for whatever occasion it may be for. You don’t necessarily want to screw the rules of the hierarchical pyramid or what it was that kept you from being in the proximity of the chairman, but you really need the extra cash right now.

"What does a girl from the mountains look for in being a servant in the city?", had been the question you were asked by Lady Kim who gave you the leftovers of her restaurant at the end of the day, when you had just started with the training– poor, barely standing on your own feet.

You remember how you explained to her that the buddhist monks who raised and send you here surrounded themselves with wells to remind everyone that water always returned, and you assumed it would work the same with wealth. You also remember how hard she tried to stay kind to you, showing you her sincerest sympathy by telling you that "the chaebol are no joke!" (at least not a joke, an innocent girl like you could laugh about, she later explained) and giving you an extra portion of her home-made dumplings to suit you up.

Her sharp, yet compassionate voice rings in your ears, as you reapply your red lipstick on the way to your target guest. Oh, Lady Kim, what a graceful woman– she put her all into her work for her restaurant to succeed, but had always made a place to share what she had for those who needed it. Such a lovable woman, she must have been well-liked by all around her.

You get it now, the way you had been so naive back then. Floating on the philosophical happy-go-lucky psyche of the city’s promise of prosperity, trying to live the Korean dream strangely enough as someone who was so sarcastically out of touch with it. If you had been in her position, you wouldn’t have been able to be as nice, no, would have warned yourself with a finger pointed upwards as if you were teaching a little kid about strangers, or how your monks said, ‘tigers in the woods’.

“After that cigar, his dick will turn to dust!”

Maybe things would have looked different, if you hadn’t taken that fund from the school’s superintendent, who slid you that card on your table with a smirk on his face. Oh dear, do you remember how excited you had been? You ran through the streets in your worn-out shoes with that plastic sheet in your hand, on your way to tell that the money on it was such a ridiculously high number that you could split— but Lady Kim had got to know it first, the ridiculousness of the rich, with the demolition of her restaurant-building.

“He’s got no cum in his nutsacks ‘no more anyway!”

No warning, no compensation, just everything crushed to pieces to make place for the big corporations; the fancy neon-signs she'd invested in, the ambition of her enthusiastic dreams, your only source of tender charity, shattered to a wreck. You have never seen her since, and can only laugh about how the fancy food of the chaebol—and you definitely know who they are now, those tasteless men gawking at you in the moment—doesn’t even look half as good as her low-cost black bean noodles you could more than afford now.

The present day-you is less dreamy, but just as lost, forced to work off a debt you hadn’t been informed about when you lived off the favorable “fund”-money. No, Lady Kim, this is all a joke, you would tell her today. A really fucking bad one.

So, making room for another ha-ha in your life, you pulled your eyes up innocently, returning Jongho’s specious smiles. “Is it illegal to collect pocket-money from the rich?” It’s not like you had any doubts at that point, but 'they'll buy you out of prison if you’re good enough' was all you needed anyway to put your uniform on tightly at home.

"Can't even shoot his cum in missy to save his blood!"

Your more experienced co-workers are watching you work with a condescending frown, feeling both jealous you're getting all the men's attention, but also maliciously delighted you're being challenged as the new-coming servant who's obviously of erotic interest to these richlings. They want you to get a "taste of life" for you may be the most goody-goody fawning bitch they have ever seen; just a young birdbrain who has nothing to bring to the table except her body. Young thing won’t hold up, doesn't know who she's working with— though they are quite right about that part, you must admit, you frankly didn’t look up whose money you’re taking right now— she doesn’t know who the fuck she is.

"What? Did his son leave the company, too?"

It’s flattering to know that the other pretty servants look at you and only see some candy-coated muppet, but fairly, your ever-frozen smile on your face doesn’t give them much to work with. You’re simply an annoyance to their routine, and if you could, you would like to comfort them by saying none of the money you’re getting will stay in your hands– they’d be so happy to hear that you’re really worth nothing– but you must stay focused.

“Idiot, he’s only got a daughter!”

So yes, that being said, you’re glad nobody ever asks you about you. Everyone just assumes, judges from what they see, and if what they see is an opportunistic bimbo-girl chasing money, then so be it, right?

"You know, the one he married off to the governor?”

Right. Because you too have not a single second to think nor talk about your past. The present is scarce and the future is fragile, you know it the best. And you owe it to your old men to make the best out of their efforts, don't you? The air in this room may not be the one you inhaled in the mountains, but you still have to use it, breathe, be alive, despite how moldy and spoiled it simmers in your throat.

"Real mad! Anything to avoid that fee, huh, missy? Got no semen and no glory! You really want to give him that cigar?”

So, that taste of life? Fucking bitter, just like how that name 'missy' seeps and sweats on your tongue. You can’t loathe your co-workers for this reason, they're basically in the same wooden, shaky boat as you, but these asswipes here are floating on a fucking yacht. Of course they don't follow some type of code of human decency for you, they don't give two shits about the lowlifes, the poor. They watch them like a spectacle, and because they don't regard you as a human-being but rather a toy, they play with you on strings that are, on the other hand, binding together a big, fat bankroll.

Ka-Ching.

Eyes on the price, Y/N, eyes on the price. You may not own a lot, that's been more than established, but if there is something you have, it's dutifulness, commitment, and proficiency. It will remain difficult to keep inner peace and honor with a job of which "duty" it is to be a deferential, subservient doll, but at least you're alive and well, soon to leave this floor with more money to your name that these fuckers don't know anyway, right? Never let that smile drop, smart girl. You have a talent, just like your supervisor said. Just keep on serving.

“No children-makin' is better for the cheatin'— ha!”, the barren, that fruitless man who’s been made fun of whoops in to stand up for himself, and awaits his tobacco that's being driven to him by your cart.

You open up the wooden chest in which the cheroots, so unnecessarily gold-plated, sit and ridicule you with their rare existence. There are just thousands of dollars sitting in your hand right now, and as you fetch the thick roll with wary fingers, you think, fucking hell, this could feed so many people, and they're just smoking it away like it's nothing, assholes.

The other servants frown at you spitefully during the time you bow down. You're sensually placing the brown cylindrical object into his mouth, a match lighting held to his face to light it up. In addition to the experience, you hold one long stare with his washy eyes, because you assume it will ignite him.

And, oh, how excited he gets.

"Thank you, sir," you chuckle and flutter with your eyelashes, pursing up your lips like you’re an innocent little girl getting a piece of candy behind her parents’ back.

“Just mad! Missy's young enough to be your grandchild, fella!”

You’re aware of exactly what your dear co-workers are thinking, but being ordered to light their cigs and then ogled at is not "baby-treatment” or whatever they’re muttering under their breath, it's your subtle strategy to have that bankroll be slid between your thighs.

"Hey now, I still can get it on! Don't you think so too, missy?"

Dumb Y/N, only has money on her mind. Allows herself to be called "missy", like a dumb fucking slut.

Hm, kind of has a ring to it, don't you think?

"Yes, sir."

Let them all think you're a dummy. Let them believe, believe each other's words in whatever they fucking want. You're almost too certain it's the secret reason Jongho offered you a place here anyway; "suited for the job", because he deems you dense enough to not understand any of the nonsense these twelve men are babbling, "big money", because he knows you will do anything for it.

You’ll still take the talent, but if he really thinks the rest, then oh, sucks to be him.

Yes, you haven’t looked up the names of who the men here are for the same reasons they're not using yours, but the second you’re out of this whiny, weak testosterone-drowned room, you're going to write the most thorough blackmail, because you can not listen to their cheating, money-laundering, corrupted bullshit anymore. Getting involved with the handshakers is the last thing you should do if you want to live a silent, carefree life, and you know this too well, but they're not going to believe it was you anyway. They wouldn’t dream of their missy to do such a competent, smart thing. You even know what you're going to write under the letter so they have something to think about in their cells: 'birds listen to the words of day, mice to the words at night'— walls have ears, too.

Ah, the soft, sometimes very cryptic voice of your favorite old monk. Always there to teach you new things, remind you of how to live your life cheerfully. You still believe he would have rather kept you in the mountains and not drop you on a wild voyage into the unknown urban life, but your old man had his reincarnation coming. You should visit his grave again, it's been a while, hasn't it? Wouldn't he be so proud to see you? To see how much his little Y/N has grown and learnt, using his proverbs to restore justice? Well, for what you still can collect of your late mentor, he would probably make big eyes and use his whole body to keep your monetary gift away from him. "Teacher," you would ask, "don't you at least want to save?", and his answer would remain the same;

"Peace comes free."

You feel warm at the distant memory of the bald-headed man warming himself in his orange gown, teaching you about love, harmony and kindness, but that sweet veil of untainted innocence has long dropped from your eyes.

In front of you, you see tycoons continuing having a blast being their shitty selves, and as golden teeth blend your sight, they are entertaining each other by staring at your legs that are covered by your sheer black stockings, whispering their insight of how you'd look like under it, but the mini-skirt only leaves so much for imagination.

"Sweet missy!"

How could you not want to spit into their face? They have bought the war. They have bought the chaos. And why? Just because they can. It doesn't cost you anything to restore some peace, maybe that’s the thing your old man got right.

"Yes, sir?”

“Do you have any Cubans left, sweet missy?”

“A Cuban, coming right up, sir.”

“Hopefully someone’s gonna come after the party tonight!”

Are you humiliated? As someone who lived among the wisest, clearest heads, and was considered just as smart by them to be wished a ‘more fortunate life’ — No.

You couldn’t care less about their perversions. Especially now, when they seemingly don’t care enough to know your name you've introduced yourself with. You are here for one reason, and it's not to prove your worth to the world, it's to secure your place in it, get that parasitic debt off your shoulders.

And if anything, as long you are staying truthful to yourself, there’s nothing that could take away your spirit. That’s what you want to believe, at least. When you’re out of debt and continue with this job, you could spend every day downtown like the other servants, but for you, it's all going to the savings for the family you're going to feed with not one worry in life on the clear land in the mountains, not under a sky that's polluted by light even when the sun has set.

The clock has announced night long time ago. Outside the windows, there shines and roams a loud, restless city under a starless, foggy black blanket, inhabited by people like you who live day by day to make their living, like small flies forgathered in a hive of exhausting labor, buzzing their life away.

It’s what you think every time you peek down the glass room: Seoul has never looked so small. Across and around the ever-flowing Han-River, the metropole is the home of millions who are looking up with their heads far back their necks to the point right here, where you stand, at the center or peak of all the wealth gathered together, inside the highest building standing tall amidst of the tumult, on the 114th floor, towering over the world in a luxurious dining room decorated by exotic animals, marbled statues and most importantly the filthy glimmer of something they call ‘class’.

“Missy,” the chairman calls out for you, raising his hand, right after he’s made another infidelity joke and showed his luxurious wedding ring to the audience.

“Yes, sir?”, you call out, wearing your pristine servant-smile with your hands folded nicely in front of your stomach, voice not tainted by your disgust as to even one note, despite the other servants looking at you with hateful expressions. They wish you the worst; the worst treatment, the worst performance, anything to get you out of this place.

Maybe they're driven by the same instincts and avarice that makes you hate the rich, with them just thinking you're taking away their money, but it's free territory here with these predators; you just make for great prey.

It’s a challenge to all of the people involved and the contestants can only win. Will it be another pick-up line? You're going to pick on that with ease. Another joke about your age? That one is never going to get old. There, bring it on, you think, and feel proud of your confident spirit, ready to run with whatever they throw and stash it into your wallet.

“You see those youngsters back there? Get 'em some more ice."

“Yes, sir.”

“Chaps don't know how to drink the good stuff yet, what a waste! Next time, buy 'em the cheap soju from the mart! The ones for 5,000 Won, missy, you know those?”

“Yes, sir.” Your whole face flashes a smile, bowing to accept the task of refilling some ice, dragging your cart across the room, as male laughter rings in your ears. It's as if they don't realize they also drink cheap liquor, but you suppose that's forgettable when they are flushing the fanciest of meats down with it.

"Be careful, missy!"

Are you being too mild by saying you want to ram the green glass-bottles into their heads?

"They bite!”

Maybe choke them with their own money bills?

Yes, “Yes, sir.”

It's a fun exercise to fantasize about how to hurt them, so you thought you would be busy enough to ignore the chairman's warning, but as you are on your long way to the end of the even longer glass table to push your cart towards the men he is referring to, there's a growing feeling inside your guts that oh, the chairman may be ...

Huh, right for the first time. The quizzical lump expands warmly as much as it is cold, with goosebumps running down your spine, your hands feeling hotter than ever over the metal cart. Your whole body is trying to signal you that something is off on the other side of the table, but you don’t know whether to ignore it or run.

The annoying, empty-minded, impertinent elders, who have been belly-laughing at the chairman's joke a second ago stop with their chatting and only exhale huffs, and prolong them nervously, that’s off. The servants gulping, loosening their crossed arms– that’s off, too.

“So, uhh… Where was the, uh– food from?”

“Oh, lad, good topic, yes– the delicious food…”

It seems that everyone in the room is trying to fill in the silence with the fakest of laughter, so the chairman can move on from the topic, but you're well over your way there, uninformed to what you're going to be hit with once you halt.

Tycoons like them usually don't need back-checking. You know how to deal with ill-willed imbeciles that only use their estate as a weapon. Their bodies and brains have passed prime an eternity ago. Left behind are only their numbed minds that seek shelter in lust, ecstasy and aphrodisia because nothing else excites them anymore. They’re what you probably would have been if you hadn’t spent your teens brewing tea and listening to the leaves rustle, not experiencing all euphoria and more at a too early age– they’re washed out, just swimming in money they haven't worked a day for, are lazy, weary sloths.

However, opposed to the cloudiness in their class that's only getting more foggier through the many years of monopoly, these two men that are waiting in front of you, and you understand why your lungs are pinging now, they are potent.

Money is power, but twist it around and there is them, with that; a certain force that the rich ooze out by just acting and looking a certain way, and oh, Y/N, how they are, how they are looking at you right now, best believe you have to hold onto your strength like it's a small purse.

'Youngsters', he said— 'they bite', he said.

They have been rarely reacting to the chairman’s words, notwithstanding being the ones to be the most respectful in this meeting for their young age, just looking at each other with unamused eyes. Even the director who is older than the chairman lets out his best holler every time, but these two have not laughed once at his jokes, not the slightest chuckle has left their mouths to flatter or satisfy the chairman.

Interesting.

Both black-haired, the one you get to first has his mane gelled back, a cigarette hanging out his scarred mouth, as you approach his seat with your cart walking carefully practiced steps. His white shirt is opened up to where chains, most importantly a silver cross, hang from his collarbones to his chest that’s covered with scars and scratches you can’t quite identify how they got there. This man looks gigantic, muscular, dangerous. Shoulders terrifyingly broad popping out his black vest, he sits on his seat with widened legs, thighs flattened in his also black pants, fastened by a leather belt, and with his white sleeves pulled back to his elbows, his slightly tanned forearms only appear more huge after the rather average-looking wristwatch catches your eye, just when you stop with your cart in front of him.

“That old geezer just can’t keep his mouth shut, can he?”, he chuckles, the Gyeongsang-provincial dialect rolling so naturally off his tongue. Everyone else in the room has been faking their speech to cosplay a charm they didn’t possess, but even the slight lisp and lull from the drunkenness are not hiding how deeply masculine and sincere this man’s voice sounds. It’s a mixture of the sarcasm you've gotten used to by now, but also a brashness that the older men lack, and you’re a bit embarrassed to say it’s working you up a bit. "Empty carts rattle loudest, I say."

A wintry breeze goes through your breast and you feel your eyebrows flinch. You haven't heard that grandmotherly expression in so long, that it does feel somehow refreshing to reconcile with it, but maybe the whisk you sense shouldn’t feel as comforting given the way the man is looking up to you brazenly with a bit of atrocity in his appearance. He is far away from the serene sketch you drew to save the vision as you left the village, he is what you felt when you took your first train, asphyxiated by the big masses of people who you would never see again— an unhomely, yet intimate feeling of... adventure.

He glances through you smoking his cigarette with no hands attached, and it moves at the corner of his lip as he talks. Wait, cigarette? Missy, did you forget to bring him a cigar?

"Let's see when he runs out of words."

“It’s alright, sir,” you answer, suppressing a slight chuckle because yes, you too have been wishing the chairman would finally shut the fuck up, but haven't expected anyone to say it out loud that boldly. You watch the male in front of you take out the slim roll from his mouth with his thick fingers that are covered with silver rings that all look different and not matching each other, blowing out the smoke whilst maintaining eye contact with you. “If you require, I can bring you a cigar, sir," you say, but he waves his hand to brush off your offer.

“Ah, they give me bad breath.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Please," the man progresses instantaneously, scratching over the vertical scar at his lip-corner with his thumb, his ciggy continues to burn, "Do be so kind and give brother his ice," then smiles, "he needs to preserve his cold head.”

“You are one to talk about keeping mouths shut,” the ‘brother’ answers, voice velvety and adequate despite dissing the man that’s sunken unmannerly into his seat, while he, on the other hand, is sitting up straight, his black suit buttoned up, tie set cleanly under his ironed pearl-white collars, elegantly decorated by a golden pin. A Greek "π" is chiseled into it, and you recognize it so well for you’ve seen it written all over the tall buildings you drove by on your way here. His hair is combed evenly to the sides and the more you look at him, he’s just— wow, flawless, prestigious, expensive. Everything about him is crystal clear; his rich voice, his unblemished skin, his eyes, oh god, you just noticed those eyes, how does such a shameful man have such pure eyes?

Orbs— and they're not innocent as much as you can't say they're not guilty— are looking at you with a defiance that is suffocating, as if you ought to do everything perfectly, not miss a single twitch of his eyebrows to understand whether he's enjoying or disapproving of the situation.

Well, is he enjoying you or disapproving of the way you're listening to his partner's order to refill his ice?

Huh. No fucking idea. He probably doesn't, but you must do it still— must still serve.

It feels irrationally sheep-headed, but hey, being a sheep is your job, is it not? Being in this herd is keeping you alive, and even in this situation, where you are following the orders of the blackest of sheep, no, wolves that can't be covered by any fluffy wool— you must mow your best.

"Ohh, brother, it's been a while since I heard you talk! Feels lonely droppin' all the good sayings by myself."

You’re serving Choi San and CEO of PARA-conglomerate, headman Park Seonghwa.

Sat right across the chairman, the percentage this couple holds of his company-share is more than most of the attending seniors combined, which makes them stand at the top of the guest-list. You couldn’t have missed their names, even if you’ve made the attempt to, and the other information you’re getting is just your co-workers whispering hurried words to each other, and it seems to you that you may be more in need of them than ever.

You already eavesdropped on them a little, and to be honest, you didn’t need any real confirmation that everyone in this room was unlawful and corrupt, but it is good to know you really don’t have to feel guilty stashing those bankrolls into your purse.

The man that is licking the tail of his scar at his lip, rolling his neck, clicking with his mouth and tapping his fingers onto the table, he is rumored to be the boss of the Choi-Clan, the infamous ‘Mad Dog of Namhae’, whose face had been unknown. The chairman has made a drunken joke about allegedly trying to sell him off to the government— “everybody act like you don’t know, okay?”— and nobody had taken him seriously, but once the supposed mafiaboss had entered the room, an hour later than everyone else, and sat down comfortably like nothing was strange about his heavy breath and slightly purple knuckles, nobody dared to say something else.

If you’d heard beforehand that you would be meeting a CEO and a mafiaboss today, you don’t know if you would have acted any differently. Thinking, here comes the chairman, his jesters, the mafia-guy, the chaebol; ah, all the motherfuckers aligned, let’s get to work, shall we?

But this does challenge you a bit, indeed. If they just weren’t so young and intimidatingly good-looking, fuck, you could have treated them in the same cookie-cutter way you’d been at perfectly.

Maybe a bit of change-up won’t hurt, you were starting to get a bit too irritated anyway.

"Control yourself."

“You wanna see him dead too, brother,” the smoking male sneers— you’ll call him ‘Mr. Choi’ for now— pointing at his companion to accuse him of being a yawner, his cigarette stuck between his fingers.

Headman Park smirks with a short twitch of his lips that makes you think you just imagined it, but none of his extremities has moved since you came here: Every single action he takes seems so... calculated, thought through, measured, planned out. He is the only one to have brought a briefcase to the dinner, and looks a little bit out of place with his sober expressions which seem to you as if he was observing the whole room in its possible entirety, not leaving out a corner in his sight uncovered.

"Want," he parrots, face dropped to a neutral visage, highlighting the only word that seems to be bothering the CEO regarding his vis-à-vis' statement, eyes darting down to Mr. Choi having his fingertips pointed towards him.

"Don't you become pushy with the words now, brother," the mafiaboss teases him, and tugs his sleeves up to his elbows again, eyeing you up and down while you're passing him with your cart. You discern his interest in the pockets of your skirt, or what is there underneath, instantly, but before you can think that the man may be just the same as the others, he cracks his knuckles. “Old geezer might die on his own at this point, look at how he's smoking his raisin-lungs away."

"Poetic."

So much for hearing government and company secrets, here are these two joking about the chairman’s death. You need the chairman a little bit longer if you want to earn money, but the idea of him dying soon isn’t too bothersome.

"You gotta get used to my Korean way of speaking, brother! Then we can communicate correctly!”

With your ears sharpened, but your face presenting unconcerned, you devote yourself to headman Park to refill his bucket, ice cubes jangling down the iron jar, whilst Mr. Choi stretches his arms behind his head, raising an eyebrow towards his elder who isn't hearing him out.

“Thank you,” headman Park says, very briefly and precisely. The tong you put in the bucket for him to use almost tips, and you don’t know whether he does it on purpose for he’s been frozen still all during the dinner, but with his reflexes, he prevents it from falling before you can, but if that wasn't surprising enough, he grazes your skin while returning.

Soft, uncalloused; not a single ounce of labor roughed up these hands, it seems. They tickled you featherly, and right now, you are looking for some type of confirmation in those black spheres of his to know that you're allowed to exhale and react to his touch, because you gasped slightly and have held your breath ever since.

Nothing. You are the first one to look— no, shy away from his stare, getting your hands in front of your abdomen again, your fingers searching for each other, fiddling around by themselves without your knowledge.

Mr. Choi lets his wrist-watched hand fall between his lap, neck tilted slightly to the back, licking over his canine tooth with a grin, and it appears to you that he's either noticed his associate's small gesture or how headman Park is still staring at you. “You wanna do something, don’t you, brother?”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

Mr. Choi shakes his head to irritate headman Park and make him explain himself.

“This is not business.”

Headman Park glances down his whiskey, droplets of water have formed around the brim of the cold glass. It is untouched.

"I see you aren’t enjoying the whiskey, would you like something else to drink, sir?", you ask, trying to finish your job and get away from here before you get ideas that don’t include money between your thighs.

"The Fillico, please," the male answers, not having glanced away from your eyes once to inspect your cart, where the black, long bottle, donning a crown and wings adorned with Swarovski-crystals, awaits you to be grabbed.

"A glass of cold Fillico Black King!", you exclaim, your surprise of the particularity that anyone would drink water at the chairman's dinner can’t be hidden, and then hum, "Coming right up, sir."

“You’re really something, brother,” Mr. Choi wheezes, taking the last pull of his cigarette, watching you fill up a new glass for his unrelated brother with the finest mineral that can be bought to-date, pricing around 6 Billion Won, or 4500 US Dollars per bottle. “Wouldn’t you say it’s difficult to not be smokin’ or drinkin’ in this business, Y/N?”

Sure, whatever ‘business’ a man like him is talking about. “Yes, sir." Wait, hold on, did Mr. Choi just say your name?

“You don’t look too impressed,” the male grins, seeing how you’ve narrowed your eyes in confusion.

"Pardon me, I was just– how do you know my name, sir?”

Mr. Choi shrugs as if to say ‘I dunno’ and presses his cigarette out on the table. It sizzles out, like your head is also slowly deteriorating. He throws the bud into the CEO's ice-bucket— headman Park is not even minorly irritated by it— and then, with his ringed fingers, goes through his hair, setting it loose behind his head. He’s picking on you, and you surely feel picked out, that's all you can think. It's so unusual to be hearing your name, not because it hasn't been said during the dinner, but because—

"Y/N Y/L/N, a pretty name for a pretty servant like you, huh?"

Your heart somehow flutters. A stalwart man like him taking your name into his mouth is nothing you hear on the daily. Deep, manly. It's not flattering, no, it sounds wrong, feels so dangerous for a guy like him to be taking something so personal and turning it into his possession, like you're slowly going to lose yourself in the words he speaks in a lax manner. Your name is precious to you, and it just drops off his tongue like it's candy. Where on earth does a man like him get your full name from?

"Sir," you insist, dipping your fingertip under your fingernail, fidgeting.

“Oh, don’t tell me ya prefer that stupid name ‘missy’,” Mr. Choi chuckles and fetches headman Park’s full glass of whiskey, his dialect draping out his mouth.

“Or do you secretly enjoy it," he grins, and with his eyebrows raised, Mr. Choi drinks up his acquaintance's booze in one big gulp, letting the glass fall down on the table with a thump, breathing out, "missy?”

People drink whiskey neatly, you know that. The guests have been doing it all evening, but that's for two ounces. Headman Park had a glass full of the oak-colored sherry liquid with an uncommonly high alcohol percentage placed in front of him. A taunt from the chairman maybe, to subtly scorn them about their apparent boyhoodish inexperience, but Mr. Choi makes it look so adept: The strong alcohol flows down his throat smooth and speedy, even though he did misplace the rim by an inch.

There's whiskey dripping down his chin as he glances over to his side, smirking at his neighbor who's blinking frozen, as well as the other guests, who are seemingly just as irritated that the mafiaboss got you as flustered as you look like.

You’re left with your mouth slightly open, shotting down a glass of whiskey shouldn't have looked as barbarous as Mr. Choi made it appear. Like a striking attack, baring his claws, he growls out the herby aftertaste. "'Scuse me, 'got really thirsty there."

The mafiaboss goes over his lips with his tongue, watching your hand play with the seam of your skirt, where he knows a handkerchief is buried in your pocket.

“Aw, shit, I got wet,” he wails over-dramatically, looking down on himself and then again locking his eyes into yours.

“Wanna clean me up, baby?”

“Pardon?”

Much to your continued bafflement, Mr. Choi smiles, and as he sees you taking a second to confirm what he said, he continues talking to you like you’re a hooker.

“Don't like that one, Y/N?” Again, with the name! Where does he get the name?!

“Sir, how—“

“You have introduced yourself to us,” headman Park finally reveals in the high Seoul tongue, perchance by pity, and you inhale, a bit embarrassed that you didn’t come to think of it earlier. What is happening to you? Is it because you’re finally away from those sleazes, that you’re being so light-headed? Lack of training? Sexual attraction? God, that’s a rookie’s mistake, Y/N, think about them as targets, not objectives. The objective is to not end up in a bed with them, remember? That’s like, rule number one. Even though nobody told you about the Mafia while you were at training, that’s a valid argument.

Don't let your guard down, you’re in a room with the men of men, no maybe the men. The most influential men you could be meeting in Seoul right now, aside from how little is known about them.

Whether he's a real chaebol or not, PARA-CEO Park Seonghwa is definitely the nephew of good ol’ chairman over there, just leeching off his money even if today is the first time the man is visiting his distant uncle who is definitely a bit sour about the fact he took so long to connect with him. Money has its sources and sometimes, most of the time, it’s nepotism. There you go, the explanation of his wealth and why the male is so well-mannered sitting on his seat. He’s woven into the conglomerate-family, been made CEO to keep him that way and all in all, you could care less about him, if he just wasn’t the only person that was kind of nice to you. Just thinking about his eyes makes you a bit dizzy, but you can get that fixed by turning your eyes to the mafiaboss.

Mafia and chaebol don't usually associate, for reasons that are rather obvious. Mafia’s rule the underworld with the overworld’s laws, and the chaebol rule over what laws the overworld decides on, digging their hands into the government like it’s soot, planting and pulling crops wherever they can profit from it. Money.

It’s sickening every time you think about it. How many people in this room could pay for your whole life? No, how many can’t pay for your whole life and beyond? You can count them with one hand and they’re all wearing the same clothes as you.

Money knows where it belongs; that’s a phrase you made up the day you were told about the crippling debt by the letter and the bank declining your card. It sounds similar to your monks' sayings of water's ever-flowing life, but if water returns, money drifts. It wanders across the citizens, but follows a direction it's always bound to end up. Just like today, with you getting bankrolls to graze the inner space of your legs, only to know it’s going to end up in the same fingers that gave it to you.

So, where do headman Park and Mr. Choi get a say in this? Do they get a say in this?

“I did introduce myself, how could I forget? I’m sorry, sir,” you admit and let out a laugh that is half intended to sound as nervous as it did, and half regrettably filled with authentic uneasiness.

Old chairman, what does he know? Have those teeth really ever sunk into flesh? You can’t play with your fate here, but by hook or crook they intrigue you so much. You haven’t expected guests that aren't ass-kissers of the chairman, and apparently your talent only goes so far. You have no idea what to do with them to satisfy them except letting out your real thoughts and you can’t do that, definitely not in front of the man.

But you feel so connected to them. The caution everyone has, it confuses you just as much you're amazed by it, and you want that, you want that kind of safety. Every guest here has money, but not every guest has their authority.

“It’s alright, everybody makes mistakes, baby,” Mr. Choi smirks and musters you again, rubbing the liquid away from the corner of his lip with his thumb and kissing the remaining alcohol away, savoring every droplet of whiskey, but also savoring you by keeping his thumb leaned into his opened mouth, eyes looking sultrily at you, you might as well just—

“Mistakes, San. Beware of them,” headman Park falls in and his companion finally sways his eyes away from you, hand backing down. “Talkative drunkard.“

“Brother,” Mr. Choi sighs and grabs the glass from his neighbor that's filled with ice cubes to murmur, “I’m not that drunk," swinging it around with concise flicks of his wrist to enunciate his words.

With the couple bantering, you think you can calm down. Maybe you were overreacting. Bootlicking some birdbrains is a way easier life than to follow these two.

"Hey, baby?”, but there's another call of the bird of prey.

“Yes, sir?”, you answer, fingers letting go of your skirt that has thrashed your skin by how you abused it. You don’t even know when you started to react to the name 'baby', but truth be told it’s better than ‘missy’ by miles. Being over here is better than being over there by miles, that is unchangeable.

“Could you get me clean? This is kinda sticky."

With two fingers, he grabs the collar of his shirt and flails it softly, ice clinking in his glass, as he shows you his indeed quite syrupy breast.

"Yes, sir."

You nod towards the crevice that is the space where his muscles meet, and before your eyes can get lost in the plump thews, you collect yourself so you can do what you were asked for; getting your hands on his body.

“Please.”

“Ahh, I liked you more when you were quiet, brother! I don’t wanna call you a party-pooper, but c'mon! It’s your plan, and I’m just— doin’ my part.”

Mr. Choi twists his upper body a bit so he’s still able to hold the empty glass behind your back, though it feels more caging in than it should, when you lean forwards to softly tap his skin with your handkerchief. His arm hovers next to your hip and his upper body is extended wide around you.

“What do you say, baby?”, the male asks, and you harrumph to take your mind elsewhere from how rock-hard the mafiaboss feels under your hand, how his cologne smells so rich and inviting, and how— “Wanna be bitten?”

“Pardon?”, you ask, not understanding the context of Mr. Choi’s question, but without fail grasping the intentions of it.

The male grins, and you’re unsure as to how he got his hand on the bottle of whiskey from your tray as quickly as he did, but it’s there, in the hand that’s across your hip, and from then on, everything you do seems risky. His bicep is curled around your thigh so he can fill himself another glass, and if you take a step back, your ass will be pushed against his arm, but if you step forward, you’ll land on top of him; a straining dilemma that only inflames your guts the more you think about it.

“San,” headman Park grumbles quietly, seeing you struggle to stand on your feet.

“Agh, come on, brother, 's all going well! Live a little for me, will ya? Watch me and follow,” Mr. Choi nags with a juvenile pout and takes a disgruntled sip from his drink, making your imaginations reality by pushing you with his forearm with no forewarning. You trip closer to him and his arms raise, as you have to find safety on his shoulders to not fall into his crotch.

“Oops, ‘scuse me, baby,” he grins, feline eyes glancing up to you, your bust in his view. The other men are grumbling, fussy, yammering— if they knew, they would have done that with you a long time ago!— and in your head, you don't know whether you should be doing this at the chairman's dinner and not somewhere in a stripclub or just, god, anywhere else.

“It’s okay, sir,” is what you answer, and the short silence would be the perfect opportunity to scuffle back to your original stance, but you saw his ever-growing, throbbing bulge in his black suit-pants and it is staring you down.

Everything about him is so big…

“Really, baby?”, Mr. Choi asks, eyebrows pushed together, lips formed into a pout, feigning an expression of worry.

“Yes, sir,” you say, the big question of 'what is the goal here?' unnerving you, but with the quick, harsh movement of his leg against the back of your knee, you're—

“Sir!”

Sat on his thigh, your butt is bouncing on the hard flesh, fingers dug into his shoulders deeper due to the shock, ribcage moving up and down as you’re breathing fast and anxiously. At this point, you’ve gathered the attention of many who are seemingly more excited about the situation than you are, silencing all around, while the chairman continues to crack drunk jokes on the other side.

Mr. Choi chuckles at your nervousness and puts his glass down. “Aww, look at you, baby,” he coos, his rough, calloused fingers trailing between the inner space of your thighs that’s pushed into his leg. “Need a little break?”

As you sit there— securing yourself on the table, feeling his hand sit between your legs, you become lighter with each passing second, tingles being sent down your abdomen. Could Mr. Choi please stop smirking like that? It’s going to make you lose your mind, lose every thought of what you were trying to achieve at this table tonight.

“The chairman doesn’t allow breaks, sir,” you murmur, trying to cling onto the last sense of service you have, “I have to stay here.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper for the CEO in front of you to become curious, but loud enough for the mafiaboss to scoff and massage his hand deeper into your flesh.

“Sir, I really—“, you try to protest, but Mr. Choi uses his other finger to signal you to come closer to his face. You do as you’re told, his warm breath hitting your ear after you lean backwards.

“Baby,” he cackles, and his lips touch your earlobe, the smell of the smoke fading out his mouth.

“I practically own that wimp,” and Mr. Choi lets out a chuckle before his voice lowers an octave, “Let me own you, too.”

His tongue grazes over your sensitive skin as if he was a snake trying to convince you of eating the strange fruit, and you shudder forwards in surprise, his growl still vibrating in your ears.

You should get yourself together— yeah, that sounds like a good idea, if it just wasn't for the fact that this is exactly how you've been presenting yourself the whole evening. You're cornered, and not only by him, but your actions and it's, oh, old man, it's something. It's something that broadens the playground that was set out in front of you, something that gives you more to play, no, more to be played with.

The other guests are gawking already, forgetting about their prejudices when it comes to the 'youngsters', just happy to be seeing their missy in action.

The mafiaboss sighs, breaking his whispering and speaking louder than before. “But if you cherish so much about that old geezer, he’ll be taken care of, no? Maybe even better than before, or am I wrong here, brother?”

He clicks with his mouth— is it a habit?— and looks at headman Park, who rolls his eyes, as if they’re sharing some secret you’re not a part of. But before you can fall into further confusion, your legs tighten around Mr. Choi’s wristwatch, as his thumb strokes the surface under your skirt one time, right across your cunt which has been heating up since the first time you saw the reflection of yourself in his silver cross. A pant leaves your mouth and you have to grind your ass over so you can somehow clench your legs together.

“You like that?”, Mr. Choi sneers, chuckling into your ear, as he continues to move his thick finger against your clit. "Of course you do. Let me hear more of those cute sounds, baby.”

You grab his bicep, heat crawling up your abdomen against his forearm, your crotch feeling more and more buzzed as the male works his fingertip into you. Nobody says anything, just murmuring insignificant sentences to keep up the chatty mood.

Headman Park in the meanwhile, crosses his arms, catching the attention of the mafiaboss.

“Brother, can’t you see I’m doing this for you? Enjoy yourself.”

Mr. Choi flashes an eye-smile and keeps groping your cunt, you melting more and more into his lap and under the heated gazes of the crowd. Your servant-colleagues don’t know what to do, or no, maybe they knew exactly that this would happen and think you deserve all of this shame, just in general not helping you escape the touch of the mafiaboss.

“Sounds like you’re enjoying her more than anything,” headman Park says, looking indifferent, but his words don’t cross out the possibility that inside his pants, his cock isn’t growing too, how his arms are crossed, clenched around each other.

“Come on, baby,” Mr. Choi growls into your ear, “give that fucking bore a show, won’t you?”

You’re split open. He’s strong, oh gosh, so strong, taking not more than one push to grab you by your thigh and spread your legs, make you slip on his crotch, as he closes his knees together to support you from down under.

“San,” headman Park warns, but his mouth stays slightly open, tongue pressed against the surface of his upper teeth, suppressing a grin.

You flatten your back against Mr. Choi’s torso as an attempt to hide your face behind his neck, and breathe heavily against his freckled skin, the cold exterior of his pearly accessory grazes your chin.

“What?”, the male asks, taking his glass, his arm slithering under your armpit and his chin resting on your shoulder as he sips from it, not to forget the hand that is still pushed into the now moist fabric between your legs, moving in circular motion.

Headman Park doesn’t answer and folds his hands together, placing his elbows on the table, fingers touching his lower lip.

“Geez, brother, you should feel this cunt right now,” the mafiaboss wheezes, almost hiccuping from his excitement, “so fucking hot, you won’t believe.”

“Make her louder.”

Even Mr. Choi was surprised to hear that come out of the reserved CEO's mouth, and as he chuckles and takes the last sip from his whiskey, he puts down his glass once in for all to accept headman Park’s order.

With a slight lean forward, his free hand wraps around your neck and you gasp for air. Mr. Choi’s legs are spread so when you have to tuck in your pelvis, you can feel his bulge under your cunt. At this point, you don’t care for the piercing gazes anymore, and the chairman might as well give you a nice tip for the sight of you grinding your wet pussy into his biggest investor’s clothed cock. You’re such a master profiteer, Y/N, Jongho was right.

“Fuck, missy,” Mr. Choi grunts and he’s so frustrated he can’t take off more of your clothes, but it doesn’t prevent him from following the order when headman Park mutters, “grab her breasts.”

It is one shameless show.

You becoming needy and whiny on Choi San’s lap, the mafiaboss grinning, as CEO Park Seonghwa’s eyes are unmoving from your sullen, aroused expressions— it has persuaded the audience to want their own slice of fun, but even with hands wrapped around their no-use cocks, everybody in the room has their eyes sealed on the young servant whose only job was to refill some ice.

Mr. Choi can feel it; what a slut you are on top of him, how eagerly you’re grinding your cunt over his bulge, and how jealous the others are watching— and this includes all the blokes that are watching with cigars in their mouths, but also the servants that would have gladly taken your seat and not rub their hands over old, moist, wrinkly skin.

“Sir,” you whimper, as Mr. Choi knobs your breasts, his tough hands cupping each tit, just like headman Park commanded him.

Fuck, how he wishes to be able to see your face as well as well as headman Park does, but the sobby whines might as well do.

“So noisy on my cock,” Mr. Choi snarls, “you’re practically begging for attention, missy.”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you hiss and the mafiaboss inhales sharply, gasping, his cock jumping, very turned on by your sudden spunky tone. Bingo.

“Did you hear that, brother?”, he whales, tempting the headman to interact with him more as the main viewer of his performance, but the man to his friend is only raising an eyebrow. “Baby's got some zest in her. You like that, don’t you?”

Mr. Choi continues to coo headman Park into defeat, “You like ‘em feisty, brother. I know you, chief execution officer, sir. You wanna ram your cock into this little missy's pretty mouth, just admit it.”

Little missy's pretty mouth. "Say that again, shitbag," you hiss, but Mr. Choi grins and pries into your bust, working folds into your freshly-ironed shirt. "Listen, brother," he breathes, "It gets your cock fucking going, doesn't it?"

The mafiaboss chuckles and adds, so only you can hear it, "Definitely gets my cock going, baby."

Headman Park scans the room, and you can see how he shakes his head, and looks at Mr. Choi with a slight distaste. “You may leave soon.”

“Really?”, Mr. Choi grins, beaming, grabbing your hips forcefully in the joy of it, and while the CEO’s words leave you misled, you sigh into the pressure of being pressed down deep into his muscled thigh, your cunt pulsating through his flesh.

“Change of plans.”

“Alright," he murmurs, just as offended as you are by his lack of reactions, but quickly catching up on his lust to hear, see, feel you more. "But not before I make this baby come."

“Punster,” headman Park jeers and it does occur to you that you’re hearing more of his soft voice than before, but when he looks at his wristwatch, you suppose you’re not doing well enough for him. Look at me, you rich-ass prude, you think and whine, being moved across Mr. Choi’s thigh by his own hands. Your clit feels hot, like it is seriously going to burn and fall off, but you, fuck, feel so good; the sounds just keep leaving your mouth, your high approaching very soon.

“How long were you thinking, brother?”, Mr. Choi asks and is nibbling at your neck, as he rams you over his thigh, fighting with the pace you're breathing wispy and digging your nails more and more into the glass-table until your fingertips turn white.

"Five.”

“Five? Make it ten.”

“You only last ten?”

“You can be such a bully, brother,” Mr. Choi fleers, and you have no fucking idea what they’re talking about, since you are feeling your orgasm coming in less than a minute, stars appearing in front of your eyes. “Make it ten.”

The male takes note of how you're bucking in your pelvis and uses his canine teeth to make your neck flame on, his hand placed roughly around your throat, as you become more sensitive to every move. "Sir," you whisper, a knot forming in your stomach.

Your clit is begging you for mercy at this point, demanding you to get the clothes off your legs so your slick has some way to escape, but you're drenching Mr. Choi's suit-pants in your wetness with stuttered heaving, ready to moan loudly in any second now if you could just find that one fucking spot—

"Are you gonna cum, baby? Right in front of everyone?", he murmurs against your neck and you nod repeatedly, raving your clothed clit on his thick, pillowy muscle, desperately chasing your high. "Come on," he snickers, "Show them what kind of slut missy is, huh? Such a good fucking slut for us, aren't you?"

"Yesyesyes," you whine, not caring for anything than your release, and Mr. Choi is being so kind as to continue breathing heavily into your ear to make you melt into bliss, but nothing gets you on more than the gentle smile that headman Park is sending your way, head slightly tilted to the back— is he nodding? Is he finally approving? Oh, fuck, you think, and you're doing the best job darting your hips non-stop to continue feeling your cunt be stroked by Mr. Choi's flesh, pursuing the CEO's praising acknowledgment. "Good fucking slut on my lap," the mafiaboss cackles, "come for daddy."

"You fucking weirdo," you falter, not wanting to call him "I'm never gonna call you—

Mmmuh!" Mr. Choi grabs you by your hair and tugs it harshly, making your back arch and your head rotate to his side. In the open mouth, his tongue plunges into your throat, the taste of woody herbs and bitter alcohol are flooding your tastebuds. Smearing all of your lipstick, his mouth is pressed against yours like he's sealing yours shut. You convulse your lower body in surprise of the sudden act and holy shit, get that one spot over your clit that's also stroking your gaping entrance, your body releasing all of its heat into one blaring, roaring zap, with your eyes rolling back your head, your stirred voice screaming, "FUCK!"

There is a gasp heard through the dining hall and you're not sure whether it was the chairman, a servant, or headman Park in front of you, but as you are spasming on Mr. Choi's thigh and your back arches to his chest, you feel like the world is expanding on you, peeping, intrusive onlookers cramming out their money to thank you for the show they got, white trickling through the linen of their underwear.

Coming down from your high, weakened and all the while more aroused by the mafiaboss whispering the words "good girl" into your ear, you try to open your eyelids to catch headman Park putting on some black leather-gloves he got from his briefcase, muttering something under his breath to the mafiaboss.

“Go."

What the fuck?

Mr. Choi hooks his arm under your legs while he re-applies his lips to yours, and lifts you up like the pretty princess you are to most of the gawkers that don't stop watching, when he stands up.

Everybody has their eyes on the kiss the mafiaboss and servant missy are sharing, but headman Park doesn’t even look at you, when his partner starts carrying you to the elevator that's waiting for you at the wall about in the middle of the dining table, and just retrieves his open briefcase from the floor. Has he had enough of you already?

“Where are we—“, you breathe, but Mr. Choi kisses you silent, tongue forcing its entry, preventing you from figuring out what's happening, after the mafiaboss puts you down in front of the door and pushes you against the frame roughly. Cheering and hooting encourages him to continue rubbing his thumb over your skin as the other ringed fingers are holding your thigh, and you're pressed against his leg, virtually fenced in by Mr. Choi while he pushes the button for the lift to come.

His eyes are squinting to the side while he works his lips against you, in a way confirming that all of the guests (except the CEO) are begrudgingly anticipating the next actions of the mafiaboss, not caring how the headman is slowly pushing his seat away from the table to get more leg-space, which you seem to be the only person noticing it.

The golden door opens with a bell dinging the elevator’s arrival, and Mr. Choi grabs you by your ass, leading the way inside it. You can't see it correctly with your eyes closed, can only feel his big arms push into your frame, but he even makes for a show-like exit, burlesquely saluting the audience with two fingers, clicking with his mouth. It must really be a habit, you think, and giggle into the kiss.

The men attempt to throw bankrolls into your space and some succeed, some don't, but while you're glad your plan worked out, you aren't too sure what you've just done with, or for the mafiaboss.

Your heated kiss continues and because you want to feel him, you unbutton his shirt that doesn’t need that much working, three buttons being pushed open by your jellylike hands. Before you can unclothe him though, Mr. Choi pushes his arm against the mirror next to your head, stopping you to take a look at his wristwatch. He strokes his hair to the back with the other hand, revealing some of his meaty abs, and once he’s reached the backside of his head, he slides his fingers down his neck and around his Adam's apple to scratch it, announcing, “Ten minutes on the clock. Shit, brother's dick must be fucking exploding in his pants right now."

“Sir?”, you ask, overwhelmed by the words that are not making sense in your head, but also distracted by his hand that’s around your tie.

“Given he really could've finished in five but,” he yanks you towards his face. “I wanted to have you a bit more for myself, missy.”

He smiles, very arrogantly like the patronizing fuck he is, like he knows how strong he is, what a dominating aura he possesses, but at this point, in between the mirrors and on this black, marbled floor, you are not at the chairman’s dinner anymore, aren’t a servant anymore– you aren’t bound to any authority, are you?

“If you fucking call me ‘missy’ again, I’ll bite your fucking dick off.”

Except for the moment that you’re talking to him, a mafiaboss, whose breast is marked by— and you can see it very clearly now for it fits perfectly into yours— hands that have shared the same, if not a similar experience with you.

“How’d you know I was into biting, baby?”

And holy fuck, his back looks even crazier.

“God, sir,” you breathe out in awe and a little bit of fear. You can count the lines of red scratches on his back and as you finally let his shirt fall from his shoulders, the reflection of his muscles, how they relax under your touch. You become starstruck. Everything about him is so scarring, but fuck, how it attracts you, the wildness, the savagery— there’s something so free about him.

"What, baby? You like what you're seeing? How naughty..."

Ten minutes aren’t a lot, but Mr. Choi makes his best attempt to hurry over the trivial parts of fucking you. He steps closer, your ass hitting the handrail, legs crossing together, and your buttons pop in one rip, as his two hands rupture your blouse open. He lets his shirt drop to the floor, all the while his lips clash against the nook of your neck, making you sigh under the luminous lights of the elevator and grab his neck. You’re getting hazy, horny; damn, it’s been so long you’ve had a good fuck. Satisfactory sex is another luxury you were postponing for later.

With his lips sewn on your shoulder, kissing and forcing his tongue against a spot he deems especially tasty, the half-naked male unzips your skirt to finally reveal the black pantyhose that looks soaked in your slick. After he chuckles at the sight of it, Mr. Choi licks over his lips and cups your jaw with his hand, drawing a trail of insatiable kisses across your skin.

“Still wanna bite my dick off?”, he asks with a sly smirk, breathy, having caught your aroused look locked on his silver chains, his jacked upper body inviting you to get your mouth in there until it’s molded around your teeth.

“Come on, baby,” the male provokes you, “You think I’m gonna fuck you just like this? Think I’m gonna ram myself inside your cute fucking cunt ‘cause I’m such a big scary fucking man?”

You inhale sharply. “N- no, I…”, you breathe out, letting your tongue run over your teeth.

“Aw, baby, am I making you shy?”, Mr. Choi hoots, “I didn’t think you were a shy one. You were pretty noisy on my thigh for your cunt, weren’t you? Getting all the sounds out for brother to hear them… You really served a show there, baby.”

Your mouth only lets out stammered gibberish– you have never learnt how to talk dirty, but Mr. Choi uses your opened lips to ram his tongue into it again anyway, and you're almost proud to say you've gotten used to it.

He breathes rashly through his nose, and he tastes less of bourbon but more of dulcet desire, mixed in with the red of your lipstick sitting on his lip. Your knee strokes his erection while he gets his hands behind your back to get your bra off, lips clashing and raving against each other. “Letting your body talk for you?”, Mr. Choi husks, panting at having his overstrained cock touched. He relieves you from the pressure around the bust and continues to ramble. "I knew I could have a lot of fun with you the second I laid my eyes on you.” You pant and reunite your lips with his. "Little missy, such a whore for the rich."

He’s overconfident he’s seeing right through you, it infuriates you. Mr. Choi massages his hands into your breasts, the cold rings grazing sharply into your warm flesh, and as your knee is still between his crotch, you huff. You can be a whore for the rich when you’re earning money, but right now, you’re doing things for your own pleasure.

“Are you going to have a lot of fun with me?”, you sing-song in a high-pitched female voice to the mafiaboss that’s immediately taken aback, and you know the word 'missy' is on top of his tongue again, when you interrupt him with a quick jab of your knee into his groin. "Shit-eating fat-cat."

Mr. Choi grunts, head tilting down. His feline eyes meet your foxy ones, and while you weren't preparing for a staredown, the mafiaboss smirks and bites his lip.

He has a lot to say, you can see it. There’s something glimmering under the lust-drunken layer behind his eyes, and it’s deep, goes deeper, but for some reason, the mafiaboss, who just so despicably couldn’t hold his mouth, doesn’t let out the words that’s crossing his mind.

“Sir–”

Wrong deduction.

Mr. Choi scowls in laughter, and you guess he meant to joke with you, but he means to play with you much more, when he, once again, lifts you up, by your waist this time, and balances you on the handrail.

Resting his forearm on your thighs to stabilize you, Mr. Choi digs in his pocket to fetch his cigarette box, looking at himself through the mirror and shaking some strands out of his face. "Shit-eating fat-cat," he repeats with a lisp, pulling out one of the slim rolls with the corner of his mouth, and he continues to chuckle, as he glances at you through his eyelashes, "you should've said that to the old geezer when you had the chance to, baby."

"The chairman?"

No answer. Mr. Choi lights his cigarette with a zippo, and keeps it lit in his mouth, as he, with no forewarning, tears open your pantyhose from your crotch with both of his hands, spreading your legs wide. You have to get your hands around his head to be able to keep yourself on the handrail.

“Why do you look so scared? Think I’m gonna fuck you?”, he lisps. “I’m just taking a good look, baby. What a pretty cunt you got there, baby.”

You gulp. Mr. Choi slides his index finger across your heated folds through the fabric and your cunt clenches together, wanting to be filled up. “Sir,” you sigh, and the mafiaboss pulls in smoke from his cig, raising an eyebrow.

“What, baby? ‘You need something?”, he asks, “You’re not a fucking servant anymore, or do you need to be ordered around, missy?”

You try to look angry, but Mr. Choi only pouts and presses his finger through your panties, soaking them in your slick that’s gathered at your entrance. “Desperate to please the money-man? So wet for him…”

“Fuck you,” you mewl, but Mr. Choi knows what he’s doing when he thumbs your clit and exhales smoke into your face, hiding his face for a short second which gives you confidence. “I need you… to fuck me.”

“What did you say, baby? I couldn’t hear.”

“Please, sir, just… fuck me, please…”

“Louder.”

“God! Just fuck me! Didn’t you say we have ten minutes? Make them fucking count!”

“There we go, baby. My slutty little missy. Oh, baby, you’re growing on me, brother’s gonna hate that.”

You huff and Mr. Choi slides your panties off your legs, taking a short glimpse at his wristwatch. “Damn, ten’s really a short time.”

How many minutes have passed? Ten already? You know you said it, but you mentioned it only because it made sense, if you’re honest, you have no clue what the time is worth for. Aren't these the men who have time for gold?

The biting smell of tobacco enters your nose, making you cough out loud. Is smoking even allowed in the elevator? Wait, wait, wait, no, maybe you should worry about other things, for example what you're going to do when those ten minutes are over, when all of this is over. They clearly have some type of plan and thing they are carrying out right now, but you don’t know how much you’re invited in there.

Mr. Choi finishes his quick break, inhaling one last puff and keeping his cig between his lips again, and his hands unbuckle his belt in silence, while you contemplate.

Clanking, ruttling, and steps begin to thump behind the door— have any of you two even pressed a button? The mafiaboss looks concentrated, fixed on your cunt, taking out his throbbing, panging cock out his underwear, stroking it a few times to god, fuck, finally get to touch it after having been dry-humped hot.

Squelching, huffing, and voices echo through the floor— is that the chairman you hear? You can only yelp, when Mr. Choi drags off your panties and slathering his thick fingers across your folds in one, then penetrating with another forceful movement.

"Fuck!", you hiss out, grabbing the handrail next to your hips, trying to balance yourself on it still. The mafiaboss snickers into your ear, and tours through your cunt, all the while it appears that all hell is breaking loose outside.

BANG!

"Sir, what—!"

"Shhh, baby," Mr. Choi hushes you, and takes out his cig with the fingers that are now glistening with your wetness, placing it on top of his lips vertically to the scar that is accompanying his smug smirk.

BANG!

"You got nothin' to worry 'bout, baby," he lulls, "we're just eatin' the pheasant and the egg here," and exhales smoke into your face out his mouth-hole, which distracts you from the third, fourth—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Another proverb, pheasant and the egg— 'two birds with one stone'. Mr. Choi unfolds his hand as if he was counting the minutes, or the shots— wait, yes, shots! Fuck, those are gun-shots, right? You've never heard something so loud ever in your life, where does someone get guns from in South Korea? What even would they need guns for? Why would they use them? What the fuck is happening outside?!

"Oh, fuck!", you moan out, before fear and realization can crawl up your scalp and take away your lusting for the male, Mr. Choi has jerked his hip up, his cock gliding into you smoothly as if your cunt was made for him, the length and girth perfectly curling inside. Your back arches, at least as far as you can arch it, and he grins bemusedly at your jolted reaction.

BANG!

With every blast that follows, Mr. Choi is thrusting into you, first slowly, but then adding more speed and vigor as he goes, or as the blasting goes, making you shakily watch yourself be wrecked by the broad man through the reflection on the other side, your legs dangling with his rough movement.

You don't know how he's fucking you through your tightness, because with each ducking of his hips it feels like your inner walls are expanding more and ungodly more, as if he was piercing you in half.

Small puffs of smoke leave Mr. Choi's mouth each time he pants out raspy "oh baby"s and loud claps of him slapping your ass overtone the screaming, scrambling noises outside, as you two work your lower bodies against and into each other, growing more passionate, throbbing feverishly.

"Fuck, baby," Mr. Choi hisses, cigarette tilting in his mouth, as his face frowns together. "So fucking good for daddy, aren't you? So fucking tight and wet, such a good fucking girl—"

The screams outside are dying down, but the mafiaboss and you are getting louder, breathier, lustier; with your head falling backwards, hitting the mirror, the twisting feeling of fear and the ecstasy to be bouncing on Mr. Choi's big cock mix up like one hellish drink, boiling and churning inside of you.

Smashing both his hands on each of you ass-cheeks to dig his fingers into them and get more stability to ram into you so fast, and oh boy, it's so fucking fast, you're going to spiral— Mr. Choi sputters, "Are you gonna come? Are you going to come for daddy, baby? Greedy baby gonna take daddy's huge fucking load?"

The male is unraveling, his once low, stable voice turning into a whiny, hoarse, cracked mess just like you, practically urging, begging you to finally take the name ‘daddy’ into your mouth.

"Come on baby, say it for me, huh? Feels good to be my slut?", he disentangles, "Be a good slut for daddy, baby."

"I'm not gonna call you— that, fuckhead!", you moan, though your insides are curdling together to finally be released, the knot tightening with each drop of sweat that is forming on your boiling face.

"Really? Think you can afford to misbehave, baby?", Mr. Choi snickers and spits his cig on the floor, your ass being handled at an insane speed, his cock slipping in and out of you with rough ease. He takes it upon himself to dig his teeth into the nook of your neck, biting you heftily, your pulse knocking against your throat, as you feel his cock run in and out of your cunt. Your head goes light and dazed, but before you can gasp out your high from being fucked, bitten, sent to bliss, the male sinks you deep into his cock fully, it does not give you the last thrust you would need to—

"Fuckfuckfuck, I'm gonna cum," you whimper, needing to tremble, but unable to move because his hands are restricting you from any movement, and you continue to bring out a string of weak "pleasepleaseplease" that bounces back from the mafiaboss, who is raising an eyebrow, waiting for the magic word to be spoken out of your wet lips. Tears have formed at the corner of your eye and he thumbs it away, grinning coyly.

"Fuck you, I'mnotgonna fucking, ugh—!", you sob, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

"Aww, you wanna hate daddy so bad, don’t you?”

“Fuuuck you!” Whines leave your mouth, wanting to cum, wanting to move, wanting for Mr. Choi to continue fucking into you and not wipe away your tears.

“Just say you love me, baby,” he heaves and returns his hand to your hip.

Thrusting into you once with a clap against your groin, to make your cunt clench around him, and then twice with the last blood-curdling BANG! from outside, his cock is deep inside you. He feels you tighten, pulsate, craving to be released, but Mr. Choi will not move again to your liking until you finally let go of yourself, which riles you up with no hope.

"F— Fuuuck, okay!", you scream out, annoyed, angry, wanting to fucking cum; "Daddy!", you sob and Mr. Choi smirks, instantly getting to work to toast the adieu of your pride. Thumb on your clit, he circles around your sensitive bud to double the tension you feel through all of your body, while you gutter, "fuck me, daddy, please, make me cum, please, daddy, please—"

He laughs, no, howls— elated, animated, drunk, and then, with his strong, buff fucking arms, pounds you into his cock like a punching bag, your ass hitting his pelvis so many times until you have to use his gelled hair as a last resort to hold yourself up and not push yourself from the handrail with your head against the mirror, but he holds you, holds you steadily in his grip.

"Good god, good fucking missy, such a good fucking slut for me, cum all over my cock– all over my fucking cock, baby," Mr. Choi grunts, and the string that was keeping you balanced snaps, your orgasm hitting you like that makes your insides tighten around the mafiaboss and his throbbing girth, your whole body being flushed by an overwhelming wave of pleasure which you drink up whole. His cockhead rubs against your sweetspot, you riding out the high while seeing nothing but bliss.

"Holy fuck," you breathe, and your fingers grip into the thick skin of his back, and with Mr. Choi's hips not stopping to hit your pelvis, there are additional, injuring, deep red marks on there with every thrust. You’re scratching him like a beast wanting to tear up its prey, but the beast is fucking into you like there’s no tomorrow. His cock does not stop grazing against your deepest spot, tears rolling down your heated cheek, and your mouth is unable to get out the words you want it to when you get the feeling that he's going to cum soon.

"O- out," you warn him, but the mafiaboss makes a disappointed face, “I– I really can’t afford a child, p-please pull out–!”

He draws his eyebrows in, scoffs and looks you deep in the eyes, his muscular body tucked in, murmuring, rambling out his whiskey-painted throat, “Is that really your only problem, baby? That you don’t have enough money?” His forehead leans against yours and your eyelids flutter open– you are being a mitt around his dick– and he pouts in pity, his iron cross hanging from his chest, as he talks to you.

Mr. Choi gets his hand flat on your lower belly and presses down on it, feeling himself bulge inside you. He moves his hips slowly, his cockhead dragging across your sweetspot, while he gutters, “you’d look so sexy as a mother, don’t you think, baby? With the tummy and all.”

“S- sir, please I–”

"Come on, do you think I don’t have enough money to pay for a fucking kid? God, how fucking annoying– I’m not that kind of man, baby,” Mr Choi growls, his voice vibrating against your cheek, as he charges his forehead deeper against yours, “I still got some honor.”

You shake your head, unsure whether there are pills for after in the pharmacies, or whether the mafiaboss will really be there to be with you as he promises, but Mr. Choi continues to beg in his low breathy, guttery voice. “Baby,” he rumbles, pressing even harder on your abdomen, your ass being pushed into the handrail that you’re sure it’s going to leave one red straight mark, and his cock is almost exploding from the edge, “Let me, no, let daddy cum into your tight cunt, baby, please.”

God, he wants you. He wants you so bad, doesn’t he?

"Y- you should see yourself," you chuckle, stroking over Mr. Choi's gelled hair, and his head tilts up a little bit as your fingers get tangled in his black locks, the white of his eyes making him look like a wild dog waiting for its treat. "F-fucking do it, you fucking slut."

"Fuck, baby," he laughs, out of breath, "You’re really a price."

Mr. Choi hammers his hips into you, until the stars in front of you all look like wishes falling from the sky. Both of you feel it, how his cock just feels so right, fits in like your cunt is a fucking glove which is full and getting even fuller.

"God, fuck," Mr. Choi grunts from the bottom of his throat, his hot cum lading into you, and it's like your lower body is melting with it, becoming heavier with every drop he's unloading inside.

"Take all of my fucking cum," he husks and your faces clash together for one finishing wild kiss. Mr. Choi sucks on your lower lip, as he fucks his ejaculation deeper and deeper into your hole with slow thrusts, until he bucks up his pelvis the last time and moans out a raspy, “perfect fucking missy with a perfect fucking cunt..."

Ding!

For a man that uses his mouth so sparingly, his tongue surely works wonders.

"Sir, are you—"

Headman Park has entered the elevator without a word, pulling off his leather gloves, and with Mr. Choi stepping away, he has all the place he requires to get on his knees and throw your leg over his shoulder, his wet and warm muscle delving into your throbbing cunt. You've been bereaved of the time to inspect what was behind or around him when the door closed, but maybe that's irrelevant anyways. What is relevant, is how impatient, but also how careful the CEO remains, and how he still tries his best to slowly sift his tongue into your folds, feeling every inch of your wetness. He’s been dying to do this.

"Fuck, sir!"

"Please," the CEO chuckles, hastily pulling the black leathery from his hands to put it back in his briefcase that he's been carrying, but he doesn't miss your cunt once, purling over your clit and glancing at you. "Call me Seonghwa, princess."

You could cum right here and there, just at the sight of this pretty man looking up to you, who has laid out his first name and put it into yours, scream it out loud until everyone hears what a princess you've been made of.

Princess. You knew his eyes were different, but you didn’t know they saw the world differently too. Oh, how you wish you could see more of his world.

"Aww, what? That's why you're still a foreigner in our country, brother! 'Can't be dropping our titles," Mr. Choi huffs and lights himself a second cigarette, filling the elevator with smoke and tobacco. How his breath really doesn't smell is questionable to you.

Just like you, the CEO, or how you're allowed to call him now— Seonghwa, ignores his partner's words, laps over your clit with his tongue, gently easing into your cunt with his clean fingers, and your soft sighs are like a reward for him, for whatever he's done outside.

"Respect, brother, 's all about respect..."

You tighten your thighs around Seonghwa's neck. The charcoal-haired has closed his eyes, sighing into the taste of you, and you are flawlessly overlooking the loud mafiaboss, just completely concentrating on the commitment the CEO is eating you out with. His head fits magically between your legs, he works his fingers so flawlessly into you, this must be fate— and if it's not, you're going to make it your future in any which way possible. You're falling. No, flying; never coming down.

"Seonghwa," you whine, and your hand glides over the hooked male's forehead, his hair feeling smooth under your touch as he presses his tongue slowly— in circular motion— against your clit to keep you on the high, but not in a way that would make you trip over.

"Mmf," the mafiaboss in front of you huffs, clearly attracted, enticed by the way you've exhaled the other male’s first name, scratching his temple with the fingers that are holding his cigarette.

"Whether you wanna call me San or 'daddy', baby," the scarred male, no, San, the fucker grins, "I'm gonna be hearing both either way."

"Fuck—", you moan out, having to take a breath because of how Seonghwa has curled his fingers into you with his tongue ready to shovel anything into his mouth that comes out, "you, fuckhead!"

The CEO is giggling a bit, finding your tone very amusing— and he tries to tell you this by looking up and slanting his eyes a friendly way, no, a way that you've never even conjured up the fantasy to perceive him, the cold-faced Park Seonghwa who hasn't drunk a drop of alcohol tonight. What pureness in a man...

"I liked 'fat-cat' better,” San snickers and goes through his hair that definitely needs combing, turning around and looking at himself through the mirror, though his eyes squint towards Seonghwa's reflection on the other side, now again lost in your cunt, taking off his jacket and folding it in half behind his back.

"Brother, you're eating my cum, by the way," the mafiaboss jabs, puffing out smoke while he's decidedly getting hard again in his trousers. San really can't hide his emotions on his face, can he? His lips are pursed, eyebrows slightly pulled in— how obvious. The man is jealous and doesn't want to admit it, you're sure of it.

"Shut up," you hiss, having become a bit comfortable with teasing the frustrated, outwitted mafiaboss. Ten minutes were definitely too little for him, but you've already rid his thigh, let him cum inside, and Seonghwa is simply too good with his tongue right now.

"Fuuuck," you whisper, and feel every drowsy twirl of his finger inside you, but it's slow, so slow, Seonghwa is swerving around every sponginess inside you, savoring the contraction of your inner space, and how your muscles tighten, when he licks over your clit, he enjoys this; enjoys you.

And so it continues, Park Seonghwa exploring every detail of your cunt as if he's a sommelier tasting the rarest of fluids, appreciating every drop that lands on his tongue, his fingers making sure that they don't go to waste.

"Shit," San comments, "I should've eaten her out, too."

The CEO is not cocky about it, about the way you are grabbing into his hair and squirming, how he has to slightly lift you up so you don't fall from your position. And then, when Seonghwa thinks your taste has perfectly coated his palate, speeds up.

"Fuck, sir," and the title slips out of you, like a habit you can't change for good when you feel so small. The CEO between your legs doesn't mind it though, at least doesn't say anything on it and just lets his fingers hit your sweet spot until there is a distinctive "Seonghwa" leaving sighed out your lips.

"I'm going to—", you announce, but the male has been long aware of it, preparing himself more access by bending his upper body to angle himself across your cunt, giving his partner a better view on how you glisten in arousal.

San in front of you is standing frozen, with his cigarette slowly burning out in his mouth, and you recompense the lack of his cock in your cunt by moaning louder, so your voice can vibrate around his erection. He grins and gets a tongue to his canine tooth, naked upper body still glowing in sweat, muscles shining, cock twitching every time he hears you breathe, and breathe more intensely, "make me cum, Seonghwa, please!"

"I knew you would taste delicious," Seonghwa murmurs, silently, rather for himself, and this must be how he sounds when he's drunk, because he is so high on your taste, "but this is ambrosial, princess."

You curl up your pelvis, and Seonghwa holds you by your hips, as his tongue picks up in speed, drawing out every word he hasn't spoken tonight on your labia, stamping them into your clit, all the while his fingers row in more and every last drop.

"C- coming~", you purr, and your eyes close down, your hands deep in Seonghwa's scalp, exhaling the weight of your worries, that flushes down into the man who seems to have none in his life, and he breathes into your hot cunt through his nose, not letting go of it until he's made sure that your hips tremble around his head. "P- please, f- fuck, fuck, feels so good—"

Pumping the remaining come into you, Seonghwa licks up your cunt and kisses your clit until you go completely flaccid, your arms giving in, but Seonghwa catches you by your hand, kissing your thigh with his swollen pink lips.

With your body relaxed, your ass feels a bite sore, having been prodded into the iron rail for so long. You grab into Seonghwa's hand and try to push yourself up, but ultimately fail at getting yourself into a more comfortable position.

"San, hold her."

"Huh?", he asks, "'Need something more snuggly, baby? Or what did you call her again, brother?"

"Princess," the CEO answers immediately and you have to suppress a girly giggle, as Seonghwa turns his head around, lips still pressed against your thigh. He presumably sends San an admonitory look to hurry up, and gets up from his knees.

The mafiaboss shrugs, not offended by being ordered around. He puts out the cigarette against the mirror and cracks his neck by rolling his head around, his thick neck dousing into your sight as he does so. He's so intimidating, you think, but he's on his way to coast those monster-arms behind your back, hands down to each of your hamstrings to, "up you go," pick you up like real royalty. The giggle escapes your mouth but you don't feel the slightest embarrassed nor do you have a reason to be. You are sunken deep into San’s cushiony arms— his muscles make for a great seat, and hovering, air hitting your hot cunt, as your legs spread for the CEO in front of you when you fall into the elbows. You yelp, but the giggles just keep coming, making San in the mirror in front of you wink at you, cackling, "you like that, princess?"

Seonghwa smiles, satisfied by your enjoyment of this position and approaches you once more. "I have yet to kiss you, Y/N," he says with his sweet voice, and his gentle hands find your chin and waist, your eyes blossoming open for him to stare into.

Even San shuts up now, and you suppose he is too taking part in the beauty that is the embrace of you and Seonghwa; two sets of lips, crazing each other, meeting for one flowery affair, breathing out small vapors of life. You can taste yourself, which means that Seonghwa is fully consumed by your aroma.

God, you think again, your cunt tingling at how Seonghwa tugs at his tie, pulling it side to side as he kisses you— the golden 'π'-pin clanks shrill to the floor— everything about Seonghwa is so...

Clean?

You are inhaling the mellow smell of his satiny skin, and the CEO unbuttons his shirt with proficient, skilfull flicks of his fingers. He is so handsome, handsomely pretty, and even when it’s drenched in your fluids, his skin shines on its own, like Seonghwa has a light shining within. Once you can see his bare chest and get lost on the smooth surface, your eyes dive down, admiring his slim, yet very muscular physique.

Seonghwa gets his tie and drags off his shirt by tugging at one sleeve with his hand, the white fabric revealing the rest of body with one clean pull that matches one of the curtains.

"W-", and you have to jump back with your head to get the full spectacle that's presented in front of you, exhaling in awe— "Wow.."

"Not so blank, our brother, is he?", San chuckles from behind of you and lowers his head to press his chin against your temple, surveying the same sight.

Two colossal, monstrous dragons, red and black, are colliding, looped, entangled all around Seonghwa's right arm, fighting for dominance on his skin. The raven hydra has its jaw wide open where Seonghwa looks to his shoulder with a rather shy smile once he sees your reaction, baring its teeth towards his heart, while the crimson dragon ends at the CEO's wrist, sitting on top of his pulse.

"Would you believe me it was brother's idea, baby?"

"As if," Seonghwa murmurs, folding his shirt into a square.

San chuckles again, re-shuffling himself and pressing your back close to his stomach, granting the back of your head to rest at his collarbone. "I asked her if she would believe, brother."

You watch the delicate lines, the elegant strokes of tint meeting on his skin, but while your first impression made you believe they carried a certain viciousness with their svelte bodies, the second sight presents you a different image of two forces maneuvering into each other as a reminder that they both co-exist as supreme. It's not one another they're reviling against, it's the bearer of the both who is threatened by their fangs. Their existence is a warning reminder, but also a sign of pride.

"I believe it's... beautiful."

“Aw, you’re so sweet, baby.”

You haven't seen many tattoos in your life, none in the mountains, and even in the city the only observable tattoos were those of the sleazy guys in alleys that wait when you're done with your job to gape at your uniform. They got tigers and other animals roaring on their bodies to hide the fact they don't have the fighting skills to keep up, but for Seonghwa, a CEO, to have this amount of ink under his skin is a commitment and to imagine he’s hiding that under his ironed shirt and black jacket, no, that you are seeing it right now, it’s… You’re overwrought, steamed up, aflame.

"Wanna touch it, baby?", San asks, and you nod eagerly. Seonghwa chuckles, “Go for it.”

You let your fingertip ghost over the dragons' scales, tailing their curvature. Goosebumps form on Seonghwa's arm and his hand finds its way to your head, stroking your cheek, as you meet the red beast's eyes.

The mafiaboss whispers, almost sentimentally, "No blood or tears."

Another expression, which proves to you that the tattoo was undoubtedly his idea, but you see it, the romance that is spoken from the male's skin, regardless of the little insight you have on both of them. Loyalty, reverence, creed, a belief and a duty, and before you know it, you want Seonghwa to enwrap you with his arms and never let you go, which he does.

His slender hand cloaks the left side of your head, and he pulls himself into a kiss, while he unbuckles his belt with his other hand.

You don't know how much you understand of this situation, no, you don't know how much you want to understand of this situation.

You've been on your own. That's all you ever had after you left home: Your body and soul, the windstorms of the mountains pushing you from the back to keep going, and you've lived your best life living for yourself that way, in bliss, in ignorance— in peace, but what is peace in a place where you can't move by yourself? In a world that’s maimed by the rich, and sure, it may be that you’ve chosen your path, but you were never walking a road that was yours, always trailing behind something.

Nameless, that’s what you thought you would need to be.

Your monks wanted to be called their title like everyone else, it would have been disrespectful to ask Lady Kim for hers which you now regret, and not even as a secret did your old man tell you his name, but you— you, Y/N, you have a name and you want to scream it, live it as loud as you can, hear it echo back with a volume that feels stronger when it rings back.

You could have settled on being acknowledged by your supervisor to earn some good money, but this is what you’re here for, aren’t you? Why you trusted your gut to stick to the scary men? Why you walked to them with confident steps, even when a nervous knot was forming together inside you? Did you go as what, an act of defiance? One of independence? To prove yourself that you were still standing on your own feet?

"Speaking of, brother..."

Yes, with no shame.

"You really enjoyed yourself back there, didn’t you?”, San asks. “Didn’t expect that from you.”

Seonghwa is kissing you down your breast, observing closely how you breathlessly react to his tongue twirling around your nipple.

"You left me no other chance," the older male hums, coating your circular buds with his saliva, bringing out your heavenly sighs every chance he gets, stroking himself to the sounds of your pleasure.

"Well, I would have made sure you still fucked her, brother."

“Sure,” Seonghwa lisps and positions his cockhead at your entrance.

You try to grab San's shoulder behind you, as the male pushes himself inside, and your torso rotates to the side with your eyebrows pulling together, your cunt being spread apart. “F-fuck,” you exhale, and Seonghwa kisses the corner of your lip to soothe you. Your cunt squelches around his cock and your hips roll by themselves, wanting to take more of his length.

"Shit, look at her go," the mafiaboss woos, "Fuck yourself out, brother."

"Think you’ll miss this?", Seonghwa snickers and it must be the first question he has asked today. “Y- yeah, you will!”, you snap, feeling eager to be acknowledged for how good your cunt wraps around his throbbing heat.

“Oh, princess,” the CEO laughs, and your stomach drops because of how pretty his laughter sounds, and he caresses your cheek, only making your confusion and desire to finally uncover what the two men have obviously been keeping from you grow bigger. You don’t want to say it abruptly, but you three are naked, in a confined space, skins pressed against each other, so you believe you’re worth some type of explanation– or are you not?

“C- can you tell me what’s going to happen?”, you whine, and Seonghwa moves his hips, grabbing you by your waist to get his whole length. “Are you, fuck, going to leave me?”

“I dunno, brother, you call it,” San mutters. “It was your plan.”

“D- don’t!”

“It’s barely my plan anymore,” Seonghwa breathes, bucking his pelvis in, his cockhead being sucked in by your sensitive cunt.

“Don’t leave me!”

“You needed a distraction, brother, I got you one.”

“No,” Seonghwa chuckles, but in his heat, he kisses you and glances up at San while his tongue brushes against your lip. “But I’ll admit she saved us some jail-time, San.”

They continue talking over your pleas, and though you would have loved to ask a second time how the night was going to end, your brain has started to give into the pleasure once San folds your legs together, holding you by your hamstrings, giving Seonghwa an easier angle to fuck you senseless.

“F- fu-huuck,” you breathe out, and your eyes are disappearing behind your molten, droopy eyelids, with Seonghwa cumming for the second time on your abdomen and cleaning it up with his handkerchief, and you don’t even know when it was, that San crammed out his cock again, but you can definitely feel the difference of his girth, when he re-enters your used cunt, your legs shakily landing on the floor. They feel wobbly, your thighs having gone loose, and the mafiaboss has to hold you by your arms behind your back to support you.

“Can’t take it anymore, baby?”, San whispers into your ear, and his voice is low, very low, you don’t know how much time has passed since you could make out any of his words, but it feels like you’re back here, in the elevator, and Seonghwa is putting on his belt again.

“I c- can!”, you manage to whine out, not wanting the night to end, not wanting to return to your small apartment, not wanting these two to be gone from your life. “I can!”, you repeat yourself, when San lets out a mockful cackle. “You’re not going to fucking leave me here, San!”

“Who said anything about leaving you here, baby?”, he asks you, and he does mean his confusion, but the sarcastic undertone makes you desperate grow desperate. San frowns. “What did I tell you, baby?”

“You aren’t telling me shit, San!”, you sob, and his cock running through you prevents you from finding a braver voice, his two hands find your wrists to bind them together in his grip. “Aren’t you such a smartie,” he growls into your ear, hot air hitting your dissolving ear.

“Brother,” San calls out, and the addressed man is busy opening up his briefcase, getting on his knee. “I’m still waiting on you, y’know.”

“If you had stuck to the plan, th–” Seonghwa murmurs, but the mafiaboss falls into his word. “Then we would have fuckin’ send the bitch to prison and someone else would have him killed him, but there! You know I didn’t come with the fucking patience for that, brother! Geezer was getting on my fucking nerves.”

Killed?

“And don’t you talk back now,” San warns, “It was you who killed all of ‘em, so you figure out how you’re going to carry that one out.”

Killed?

“You already know how I’m going to carry this out.” Seonghwa smirks. “But you’re stopping me, San.”

“Augh, brother, you’re too sober for your own sake!” San’s cock is too deep in your cunt and your body is too much in his control for you to stop moaning like a bitch, but in your head, you’re puzzling together tonight’s happenings.

Expensive whiskey. Ice cubes. Ten minutes, gunshots, black leather gloves– “killed.”

Oh, Y/N.

“What did you do with the chairman, Seonghwa?”, you moan out, feeling how the mafiaboss is ramming himself into you at a sloppy, greedy pace, prolonging how much he can be inside you before he comes again, and you don’t know whether his heavy breathing can cover up the silence that it takes for the CEO to react to your question.

Seonghwa is still kneeled on the floor, when he rotates his head, smiling, his eyebrows pushed up. “What do you think I did?” His second question of the day.

“I- I,” you stutter, but San shakes his head, and interrupts you with his voice still loose from the alcohol, “you really don’t know how to keep up a good mood, brother!”, grabbing you by your chin and yanking your head up. “Lemme make my baby cum first!”

You can’t see Seonghwa anymore. You can barely see anything anymore, you’re counting your fifth or sixth orgasm of the night, cunt growing hotter with each time San thrusts into it, and with your breath being cut off, you slowly feel your arms lose their responsibility, tingling up from where your wrists are crossed behind your back. His cockhead is flaying against your g-spot and your thighs tremble at how used you’re being, eyes falling in, throat feeling tied up.

“S- San,” you manage to cough out, back arching for your final cry of pleasure, and San grins, letting go of your wrists, which makes you immediately fall to the front, finding safety against the mirror with both of your hands. He smacks his hands against your ass and lunges into you until your whole breast is pushed against the cold wall.

“Come on, baby, come for me,” San roars, and you wail, tired, exhausted, feeling the orgasm drown you like another wave in the ocean of bliss you’ve been swimming in, whining out, “coming, coming for you, San!”

The mafiaboss presses himself against your back, his silver cross being imprinted into your neck, as he unloads himself, his last drops of hot cum overflowing out of you. “Fucking slut… So fucking good…”

He kisses your jaw repeatedly and looks at how tiredly closed your eyes are in the mirror, cooing “aww, baby.” San strokes away a strand of hair and gets himself off your body, pulling out. “You look like you need some sleep, baby.”

You are trying to catch your breath, grabbing the handrail to hold yourself up, as it sounds like San is putting on his shirt again. They’re gonna fucking leave you here, aren’t they? Leave you here in the elevator with the– with the fucking bankrolls on the floor of the fucking men you fucking– Oh god… Keep breathing, Y/N. Keep on breathing.

“I mean all I’m saying… you know… lobsters and crabs are friends, pal.”

What the fuck is he on again…

“You’re making this hard on yourself.”

“I’m not doing anything, just sayin’ that she just grew on me, that’s all.”

Your legs tremble, as you try straightening them to stand up and see what the two are scheming again, but as you turn your body around, ass against the handrail again, you hear a very unfamiliar clicking in front of your forehead area which is not coming out of San’s mouth.

“You’ve grown soft. That’s what you did.”

“Ahhh, fuck you, brother.”

“Pathetic.”

You see a hole, and it also doesn’t take you long to see Seonghwa ready to pull the trigger, the mafiaboss leaning into the corner of the elevator, arms crossed, looking at you with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, pressing the button that leads to the lobby.

The night is over.

“A- are you going to– oh my g-god, are you going to kill me…?”

“Yes, princess.”

Your heart is going to burst, you could puke out so many words right now, but you don’t know what to do. You don’t want to die, not when you felt so fucking alive– you– fuck, you should feel sorry that your coworkers that they didn’t deserve to go the same way as the asswipes did, because you’ve long realised that the bangs were their skulls being crushed by the bullets, but at the same time you couldn’t care any fucking less about them right now. You just have to survive, that was the only thing that mattered since the very beginning. This is about your life. Your precious fucking life.

“Ah…”

Your body is too weak to hyperventilate, but your brain is working overtime. Do you run? Attack them? No…

Seonghwa hasn’t moved an inch away from your face, and you take it upon yourself to raise your hand and slowly push the cold, black gun to the side, so you can look him in his eyes, but he forces it back there.

“Please don’t kill me… I can do so much for you! I– I,” you stutter, trying to gather all the knowledge your monks have taught you. “I– I’ll do anything! You– you saw me, didn’t you? I have– I’ve been told I have a talent for serving! I– I can do anything, please, I beg you, just…”

You fall to your knees, and they burn on the glassy floor, your hands folded in front of your abdomen.

“Just please, let me live…”

You’re not greedy. You’ve only taken what you were given, and tonight, you’ve been given so much. Too much? No, it couldn’t be…

“Brother.”

There are tears flowing down your eyes, and you feel so sorry for yourself. You miss your old monk, and hope that you may be reincarnated to a butterfly that he can admire, just so that he can look at you with his adoring eyes again. So someone can want the best for you once in your life–

“Brother?”

So anyone can finally love you for once in your life.

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roseykat · 6 months

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Okay sooo, I don't know if you're into this but I'll leave it here

Since we've established that minsung can and would probably get you pregnant with their babies at the same time, and since breasts produce milk based on how many babies you have to feed...

Lactation kink with minsung

Thoughts?

I got too carried away with this one lmao

No bc firstly Minsung would be so in love with seeing you develop into motherhood. Despite its trials, tribulations, and hardships with carrying their babies, they always see you persevere especially through areas where sometimes there’s nothing they can do to help.

One of those issues would be when your milk starts coming through early and it starts to hurt and feel uncomfortable because there's nowhere for the milk to go. You can pump even though you’re just over a month out from giving birth but it wouldn’t be as beneficial to store it since it will end up expiring regardless if there are other methods for its use prematurely.

Which is why and when Minho tells you that he and Jisung can help out by using some of your breast milk for other things while you’re still carrying the babies. So he suggests that you pump to collect your milk in order to use it for cooking, in cereal and what not, mainly just food for related purposes.

But Jisung thinks along a different line.

Whenever he’s helping you get ready to pump, you sometimes need to massage your breasts because you know it helps with milk flow. Then one day Jisung is sitting next to you, ready to help you set up to pump as you take your bra off. You’re exhausted, sore, fed up, and borderline done with being pregnant until Jisung scoots himself closer to you and very gently starts massaging your breasts for you.

Then just out of fucking nowhere, he leans down and latches his mouth down onto you nipple and sucks. You’re stunned at first, definitely not angry, but taken aback because you didn’t know he’d be into that. Then again, he’s a bag full of surprises.

“So sweet,” Jisung would say as he releases, then will come to his senses, realising what he’s done. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Just…needed to taste you.”

You’d reassure him to not feel guilty because not only did it feel good to get some of that milk out, but simply because there’s just nothing wrong with it in general. Minho wasn’t actually surprised that Jisung wanted to drink straight from you since he’s always been a tits man. Not that that’s the point but, Minho has seen the way Jisung has been looking at you ever since he saw that bump grow.

But then again, Minho is the same way too, just less obvious. He had to admit to himself that watching you get your milk out wasn’t something he was prepared to find satisfying. From that point on, you wouldn’t mind if that’s how either of them wanted to taste your milk.

However, even afterwards - after you give birth, when you start overproducing milk, you’re able to bottle and store extra, but there are days where it doesn’t stop. That’s where Minho and Jisung come to help.

Firstly, you all make sure both of their sons (I’m calling it that they have boys) have a sufficient supply of milk because the last thing they want is to obviously deplete them of their only food sustenance that they have.

Once that’s ensured, both Jisung and Minho help you by practically latching onto you. Both of them would start out by stimulating your sensitive nipples with their tongues before eventually sucking to taste your milk.

I’m also just imagining those two like fucking bulking up bc of how nutrient rich breast milk is. Like they work out a lot and undoubtedly their gains would just shoot through the roof. Minho’s biceps and thighs get bigger, Jisung’s chest and arms get bigger. Christ. They just end up getting thick and they’d look so fucking good. At that point you’re not just helping nurture and grow two babies, but also the babie’s two fathers lmao.

#rosiewritesskz #stray kids smut #poly minsung #minsung x reader #minsung smut #lactating kink

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Mums don’t cry

Summary: Y/n’s mood changes and sicknesses happen to be more than just that.

lmao i don’t know why i put that tittle, but The Cure rules.

Content: soft husband!harry :DD pregnant afab!reader, use of she/her, mention of food and vomit (pregnancy symptom), la la land spoilers(?) and that’s it ig.

Disclaimer: English is not my first lenguaje so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, i’ll try to correct it.

“No, i’m staying with Y/n, she’s not been feeling good. Enjoy though, oh! And bring some tiramisu.”

“ ’M sorry, H” she said struggling to stand up from the bathroom’s floor.

“No, no, there’s nothing to be sorry ‘bout. Now come here, i’ll help you clean yourself and we can go watch a movie. You said that watching Ryan Gosling everywhere made you want to bing his movies.” Harry kneeled in front of her offering his hand.

“Mhm” Y/n said without any sign of excitement. Her hand reached the toilet’s chain and released her sickness before lean into the sink and wash her mouth a total of four times.

“Think that enough, you’re gonna get sick again if you keep pulling the brush all the way down your throat.” he chuckled taking the brush out of her hand.

“Wait, throw it in the trash, please.” she said before shoving some more water in her mouth.

“But it’s clean.”

“It’s not, but i’ve had it for over 3 months.”

“Okay miss.”

“It’s Missus, Mister.”

“You feeling better, Missus?”

“I think, it was probably all the crap i’ve been eating.”

“The holidays are for something, don’t you think?”

“I guess.” her mood “I’m sorry.”

“I told you, you don’t have to…”

“No, i’m sorry for being so grumpy this past few days, i don’t know what’s happening.” she said as some tears began to accumulate in her eyes and her head goes to her husband’s chest.

“Oh, honey, don’t worry, it was part of our vows, being here through thick and thin, right?” he grabbed her cheek and smiled warmly, with her blurry vision she just saw a charming white downward D but she returned it.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Now you can see me fantasize with Ryan Gosling.”

“No problem, i’ll do the same.”

They giggled like toddlers and went to the kitchen for some snacks.

“Some popcorn will do it?” said Harry grabbing a package of microwave popcorn.

“Yeah, although is there a peanut butter and chocolate? i’ve been craving some of it.”

“Hm, we have a package of truffles but no peanut butter…”

“It’s okay, all perfect.”

“Well, what do you think of you picking the first movie and i’ll be there when these are ready.”

“Okay.” she gave him a peck kiss. “This is like the honeymoon all over again.” and began to walk to the lounge.

“I hope we never leave that stage.” Harry said loudly making sure she heard. She blew him a kiss and sat on the couch.

Y/n grabbed her phone to google in which platform was La La Land on. She didn’t even knew if the villa’s TV had more than 3 streaming services.

“Already picked one?”

“I’m checking where is it.”

“I bring you some water, i like my woman hydrated.”

He let out a little laugh “Thanks, love.”

They snuggled in the middle of the couch and concentrate in enjoying the movie.

Everything went well, they got to the point in the movie that showed what would’ve happened if they had ended up together.

Harry made a pout, watching the montage of the couple having a kid, but beside him Y/n began to sob, but in a concerning way.

“Everything okay, love?”

“Y-yeah, it just...” she went quiet to hear the final notes of song that Sebastian was playing in his bar. And led out another sob. “It’s so sad, because they loved each other, b-but they couldn’t make their dreams come true if the stayed together a-and they will always love each other…”

“It’s okay” Harry couldn’t help but feel a mixture of concern and a little bit, just a bit, of fun, watching her being so invested in a movie that they’ve watched several times. “Sometimes that’s how life goes.”

“What a bullshit life we live in.” He audibly laughed at that, remembering the joker memes, she also laughed “Okay, i heard it.”

And just like that she was laughing like anything happened.

“Wanna see another movie?”

“I don’t know, ‘m tired.”

“Wanna go to bed?”

“Yes please.”

When they were getting up of the couch Y/n felt sick again, she ran to the nearest bathroom and let it all out. That took Harry by surprise, one moment he was folding the blanket they where using and talking about other movies and the other he was grabbing his wife’s hair.

“Don’t know what’s happening to me, H. It feels like something more.” she rested her back into the cold wall opposite to the toilet

She recalled when she was sweaty and exhausted she blamed italy’s sun, when her mood changed drastically she blamed her personality, when she felt disgust out of nowhere and ended up vomiting she blamed the food and spices she was not used to, but everything as a whole was sign of other thing.

“Like what?” Harry said concerned thinking of the worst.

“I-i… i’ve been feeling weird lately and all my symptoms are, you know, hm, signs of pregnancy.”

“… Like what?” he repeated too shocked to say other thing.

“Mood change, um, craving could be described, the constant exhaustion, vomit…”

“Want me to go for a test?”

“What if paps catch you?”

“Who cares about them?” he said excitedly, this could be one of the happiest days of his life, and he couldn’t wait.

“Pr team, probably.” Y/n said tired.

“Well, I think they’ll understand. You’ll be good on your own? O could ask one of the guys to get a test on their way here.”

“I’ll be good, also we aren’t certain if i’m… pregnant, don’t want to alarm anyone and I’m pretty sure they’ll be back ‘till midnight.”

“You’re right. Well, i’ll be right back, honey.”

“Thanks.”

Harry literally sprinted to the nearest corner store as soon a he closed the villa’s door. Not caring of anything else, he ran through a fairly small business, not more than 5 minutes away, or that what he felt, until he viewed the boxes he was so desperate for, he grabbed three different ones and ran to the cash register, an old man smiled kindly at him. The interaction was short but cute.

When Harry grabbed the tests the man said to him "Buona fortuna." (good luck). With Harry's poor italian he said "Grazie" and ran back to Y/n.

"That was quick" Y/n was waiting by the door when he arrived.

"I always am, hun…” Harry said out of breath.

Y/n laughed and grabbed the bruised boxes from his hands. "I'm nervous"

"There's nothing to be nervous about, love."

"Well, then, there I go." she let a loud shaky breath and entered the bathroom again.

"Love you."

"Love you too." her voice muffled by the door.

Harry was also nervous, but in a good way nervous, what a good timing, he thought, they been wanting to start a family since last year, well, since forever, but actively trying ever since. He remembered the doctor appointments, the times they had sex just because an app told them to, and the disappointment in their faces when the test were negative, over and over again. And now, they were the happiest they've been, he just finished love on tour, Y/n finished her second book and taking a vacation with all their friends and family.

"Har...ry, come in, please." he did so immediately.

"Everything okay?" his voice was shaky. The tests were all perfectly lined up on a counter all of them facing down.

"Yes, I wanted you to be here." she was crying again, but the smile in her face denoted happiness and anxiety.

"Remember that no matter what the tests say, we'll be fine, and keep trying if you want."

"Thanks." she muttered hugging him.

"Thank you" he hugged her back kissing her hair.

"Can you check one first, please?"

"Sure"

While still hugging her he picked one of the tests and checked. His heart stopped when there was just one line across the screen.

"Uhm, what does one line means?" he asked, wanting to be in the wrong.

"N-negative..."

Y/n pulled away from the embrace to confirm what Harry was saying.

"It's okay, we got two more left."

"Yeah." Y/n said not really expecting any different result. She grabbed one and Harry the other.

Y/n's test said 'Incinta 2-3 settimane*' And Harry's had two vertical lines.

"Oh god, this one say-"

"My phone! Where is it." Y/n said quickly.

"What?"

"I need a confirmation."

She opened the translator and typed the test's result, it gave 'Pregnant 2-3 weeks'

"Oh my god! What does yours says?"

"That you're pregnant!"

"This one too!" she jumped into her husband's arms rounding his waist with her legs.

"Two out of three." he said shocked.

"I'll take it. Tomorrow we could go to a doctor."

"I can't wait." he said happily.

"Neither can i."

"Thank you, thank you love." he kissed her nose.

"I couldn't have done anything without your contribution, love, thank you too." she cupped his cheek as he laughed.

"Let's go to bed, tomorrow might be a big day.”

Y/n, attached to him in a koala style, and Harry Styles went to the bedroom full of bliss and expectancy for tomorrow.

“Where were you guys all morning? We waited you for breakfast” Gemma said laying on a sun chair near the villa’s pool, where the radiant couple just arrived.

“Uh, went for some air.” Harry responded.

“Oh, how are you feeling, Y/n?”

“Much better.” Y/n smiled widely to her sister-in-law. “I’m going for some water, want some?”

“I’m good, pumping, thanks.”

“Gem?”

“I have some here, thank you, Y/n/n.”

Y/n walked into the kitchen with a happy pace and Harry admired her silhouette in that white dress he loved so much.

“Are you guys high?”

“What?”

“Why are you smiling so much? it’s creepy.”

“We’re happy.” he said jokingly annoyed. “Also, i have something to tell you.”

“Y/n’s pregnant?” Gemma guessed, siting straight and taking her glasses off.

“How’d you know?”

“I didn’t, but the pregnancy tests in the bathroom gave me an idea. Congratulations!” the siblings hugged tightly.

“Thank you!”

“You’re finally becoming a dad. Ahh!”

“I know, ahh!”

“Why are you screaming like hyenas in cocaine?”

“Y/n, congrats, darling.” Gemma hugged her.

“Oh Gemma, thanks.”

“You’ll be the greatest parents and i’m gonna be the greatest aunt.”

The three laughed. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be, Gem”

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #husband!harry #harry styles fluff #soft!harry #harry styles x you #harry styles x yn #harry styles blurb #harry styles y/n

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makeste · 4 months

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BnHA Chapter 410: Kacchan Fights a Baby

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was born and then he grew up and murdered the Demon Lord.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan fights a baby. Tomura and Deku finally remember that they were supposed to have been fighting too this entire time, and get on with that once again. Tomura is all, “[literally just reaches out and grabs Deku’s face because Deku’s main character powers suddenly abandoned him in a fit of confusion].” Deku is all, “[chops off Tomura’s fingers which is somehow not even in the top twenty of violent things that have happened in this series in just the last five chapters].” Tomura is all “joke’s on you I still got your quirk :D” and fuck me he actually stole Danger Sense, what the fuck.

logically I knew AFO still had to be alive somehow because he’s too big of a villain to go out that easily without a proper sendoff. but deep in my heart, I’m still secretly disappointed

it just isn’t fair, lol. this guy has died more times than Rasputin and he’s still out here scheming his schemey schemes. when oh when will it end

sir you did not just say you had yet ANOTHER unused trump card up your sleeve??

(ETA: the translation isn’t fully clear here, but I think the trump card he’s referring to is the whole “I’ll just go back inside him and join the part of me that was already in there and we’ll take over Tomura’s body again together” plan that he was trying to pull off. I think. if not though, that’s certainly something worth speculating about.)

well as always the psychology in this series is unironically fascinating! he just wants acknowledgement at the end of the day, huh. just wants some love and attention. too bad he was born in a rat-infested hellscape and learned all the wrong lessons and turned into a crazed omnipotent murderlad

also he really did turn back into a baby sdfsdlkjfl oh no. I need to see Katsuki’s reaction to this immediately

oh my lord

(●__●)

lmao this is so incredibly fucked up

ngl though, this is karma at its finest. he tortured and killed so many people trying to earn everyone’s fear and awe and reverence, only to literally blip out of existence at the end with absolutely nothing to show for it

everyone please enjoy this series of panels of a deeply vexed Bakugou Katsuki picking a fight with this slowly melting evil baby

“you think I care that you’re a baby now. you think I won’t fight a fuckin’ baby. let’s do this you little punk”

also I’m sorry but it’s absolutely ridiculous that the gigantic chest wound Tomura inflicted on him got sewed up so neatly lol. AFO’s not the only one who stubbornly refuses to die no matter what

...

just once, it would be nice if Horikoshi didn’t immediately shred my plot nitpicks to pieces mere seconds after I write them

LMAO

BABY AFO DON’T CARE. BABY AFO WILL THROW HANDS WITH ANYONE ＼(｀0´)／

KACCHAN MY BELOVED FAVE OF ALL TIME, ARE YOU REALLY ABOUT TO LOSE TO A LITERAL FUCKING INFANT

WHAT HAPPENED TO “PERFECT VICTORY” LMAO. MOVING THE GOALPOSTS EVEN AS HIS CONSCIOUSNESS FADES. “EH, CLOSE ENOUGH”

-- OH FOR THE LOVE OF --

me: wow it sure is uncharacteristic of Katsuki to just pass out before he properly wraps up this battle

Horikoshi: oh yeah good point, sure would be a shame if someone... IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSED THAT CONCERN ON THE VERY NEXT PAGE

me: ఠ_ఠ

ldskjflaksdjfkds

fdsfsdkf. “SORRY ABOUT THAT, FOR A MOMENT THERE I ALMOST FORGOT TO BEND THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO MY WILL”

holy fucking shit. his body was all “um, just a quick reminder that you’re HORRIBLY WOUNDED and have lost like ten gallons of blood and all of your cells are about to call an emergency meeting to shut this thing down before you get us all killed.” and he was all “WHAT WAS THAT?!” and his body was all “oh my GOD, FUCK, OKAY just forget we said anything”

and meanwhile Baby AFO is just lying there all “(◉⌓◉)”

this six-month-old child is truly and sincerely still trying to kill Kacchan while screeching death threats in high-pitched baby talk

this actually would have killed him too, if he’d succeeded in passing out. all that just to be punk’d by a damn baby

you are actually shitting me right now

at this point I’m genuinely not sure which of them has the more powerful angry toddler energy

oh no ffuffkdsfk

meeeeelting. meeeeeeltiiiiiing!!! oh what a world what a world

jesus Horikoshi I am genuinely speechless

... welp

WAIT NO WAY, REALLY?!?!

?!?!?! WAS IT ACTUALLY THAT SIMPLE THIS WHOLE TIME

-- lkjf

three times. three times in the same fucking chapter. I give up. apparently I’ll literally believe anything this man says. does it feel good, Horikoshi. preying on your readers’ hopeful naivete

yeefuckinghaw lmao

GOOD JOB KACCHAN YOU DEFEATED THE EVIL BABY

awwwww

I actually had a theory about this! well more of a wishlist item, really. I can’t remember if I’ve actually posted about it yet or not. but it’s like. you know how Deku and Kacchan are always being really dramatic about holding hands? wanting to hold hands; not wanting to hold hands; being afraid to hold hands; holding hands via proxy, etc. etc.?

and you know how both Endeavor and All Might have each done their own version of the victory pose that Kacchan is referring to here? with each one using a different hand?

so you see, I was thinking that it might be nice. might be a little poetic and all that. if at the end of the fight, Deku and Kacchan did, in fact, hold hands. and then did the victory pose together. and it became like their iconic hero moment. them standing there together. having accomplished their goal and defeated TomurAFO through teamwork. realizing their shared childhood dream. and sharing that moment of triumph with each other and with the world, ushering in a new era of heroes

anyway yeah. I was thinking that might be a pretty good ending. but it looks like Kacchan maybe really is about to pass out here now, lol, so maybe not? anyways time to finally scroll down

-- okay I literally said awww again out loud

what a fucking nerd. I have never felt more fondness for a character in my life

every damn person watching this on the news better have leaped to their feet and started applauding, goddammit. those motherfuckers better be CHANTING HIS FUCKING NAME. all those nagging reporters better be bombarding his phone with calls. those fuckers who deleted his footage from the Shouto interview better be shamelessly leaving him dozens of voicemails acting like none of that ever happened and presumptuously asking when he can free some time in his schedule to visit their studio again. all the heroes who haven’t hugged him yet better be lining the fuck up. that one guy from the post-kidnapping press conference in chapter 86 better be writing a fifty page letter of apology!!

oh hey it’s a random pre-battle flashback mysteriously taking place in Troy “a few days before the battle” even though I thought they only moved into that place the night before the fight

I love how Katsuki immediately narrows his eyes (I assume. we can’t see for sure but that’s the vibe I get) at Jeanist and has to resist the urge to call the police on him for that pun

so Hadou’s wondering what Jeanist is talking about because they already evacuated the civilians, so what else are they trying to protect. and Edgeshot is all, “well obviously we’ve gotta protect everyone’s future,” which is a nice... rearshadowing?? for him saving Katsuki’s life later on lol

and now Mirko is all “get to the fucking point already.” which, same

so Jeanist says that Tomura is an even bigger problem than AFO, because at least AFO doesn’t want to murder everyone on the entire planet. and he concludes with “he’ll probably try to touch the ground and use his quirk.” which is a conclusion that I have to say wasn’t really worth two pages of flashback buildup for, considering that we all figured that out years ago

I’m guessing this is all just some sort of awkward transition back to Deku’s fight now lol

and now we’re getting two pages of exposition on how long it would theoretically take Tomura’s Decay to spread throughout the city, and then the entire country, yikes

damn. talk about stakes

and now finally back to Deku!!

shoutout to everyone who correctly predicted that Deku was once again talking out of his ass when it came to being out of Gearshifts. we all knew. unlimited supply

wow Tomura way to throw AFO under the bus

the way I recall it, AFO wasn’t the one who failed to kill him back then lol. but go ahead and talk your shit king

DEKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING

holy shit?!?!

like my first thought was “well last time he did this he just tried to steal OFA rather than Decay him, so he’ll probably try that again and it’ll be fine.” only to remember that the AFO inside Tomura is currently permanently(?) out to lunch, and Tomura himself doesn’t give two figs about stealing OFA. so, uhhhh >_>

(ETA: nevermind.)

but then this happened

Deku what the actual fuck

OH MY GOD??!?!

HOLY SHIT

okay. okay, fuck. lemme gather up my thoughts, and then we’ll wrap this up

they’ll never admit it, but you know the other OFA Vestiges secretly resented Shino a tiny bit for being the only one of them to not be gruesomely murdered. bet they all feel guilty for thinking that now

Shino and Banjou also seemed to have this cute little pseudo-rivalry thing going on, so I really feel bad for Banjou now. :/ he looks so horrified in that bottom right panel

gotta admit, I did not see this coming in the slightest. OFA has been this immutable “I do what I want!” quirk for so long that I never thought Tomura or AFO would actually succeed in stealing it, even partially. that shook me to my core

BUT, it’s also really exciting to me because it’s going to make this battle much more interesting if Deku can’t use his get out of jail free card. shit just got way more real and I’m here for it

lastly, so! let me tell you guys my prediction. I still can’t see Tomura being the final villain lol. I just can’t. it feels too anticlimactic. if I’m wrong, I’m wrong, and I’ve certainly botched MANY predictions in the past, but I have not yet learned my lesson from any of it and I will not apologize lol

so here’s what I think. Deku and Tomura battle it out for the next chapter or two, and Tomura snatches up more of Deku’s quirks one by one. we see all of the Vestiges disappearing and the mood gets more and more desperate. eventually we’re down to just Kudou and Yoichi. Deku is panicking, but for some reason Kudou seems even MORE panicked

Kudou/Gearshift eventually gets stolen too, and it looks like this might finally be it for Deku (I have no idea how he’d stop Tomura from Decaying the ground once Blackwhip gets stolen, btw, but maybe Katsuki or someone else interferes in desperation towards the end). but just when it looks like Tomura is finally going to take the last piece of OFA, Deku’s vibes suddenly do a 180, stopping Tomura in his tracks

cut to the OFA Moon Gorgeous Meditation Realm, where Deku and Yoichi are staring at the door -- yes, that door -- in shock. because it’s finally been opened (now that the other Vestiges are no longer there to keep it at bay). and just like that, enter AFO, for the THIRD FUCKING TIME :D :D

tl;dr, HERE’S HOW HORCRUX!DEKU CAN STILL HAPPEN!!! wait where are you all going. wait come back

anyway so wow that was a really bizarre chapter that I truly thoroughly enjoyed, which should probably be a bit concerning. on to the next two week break! (for anyone who’s not aware, Shounen Jump will be on break next week, so yeah.) I’m on chapter 391 now. so close but still so far. the end of the year has gone by too damn fast tbh

#bnha 410 #bakugou katsuki #all for one #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #one for all #bnha meta #bnha theory #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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slightlyunconventional · 22 days

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hi snz squad (Sorry. Not funny.) i got some food for the h/awks fans FINALLY sorry for the wait i had writers block for like a month straight 😜 love that. anyway heres about 1.7k of allergic h/awks and some really badly written fighting/sparring LMAO enjoy!!

“You ready, birdie?” Dabi says, his lopsided grin wicked as usual.

“As I’ll ever be,” replies Hawks. The villain’s left hand is swallowed by bright cerulean flames, so hot there’s already faint plumes of smoke puffing out around it. In turn, Hawks draws his two longest feathers and sharpens them with ease, and raises them into a defensive position. He wonders, briefly, who’ll make the first move, then decides that these sparring sessions are for him to improve against fire; Dabi’s skills are perfectly fine as they are (Perhaps. He does sometimes think the man could do with some extra precision training, but he’s here to incinerate, not sauté, so who’s Hawks to judge?). Hawks lunges forward, feather-blades brandished, aiming straight for Dabi. Don’t hold back runs through his head over and over as he moves, the words Dabi keeps having to say to him every time they do this. It’s not Hawks’ fault he’s got such a hero complex.

“Don’t hold back,” Dabi had said, flexing his wrists after their spar, “There’s no point in doing this if you aren’t gonna show me your full potential.”

Hawks had sighed. “Easier said than done, hot stuff.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Is it?” he said, “You seem to be just fine facing off against any other villain when you’re on fuckin’ hero patrol.”

“That’s different, and you know it,” Hawks had replied, “This is training. I can’t just- make myself fight you properly without good reason.” He let out another long breath and drank from his water bottle.

“It’s cause we fucked, isn’t it?” Dabi had said, smirking. That had made Hawks splutter on his water. He glared indignantly at Dabi.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he declared. “You wish that was why.”

“Relax, I’m just messing,” said Dabi, with that shit-eating smirk still on his face. “Just fight harder next time, or whatever. Ain’t gonna learn anything if you don’t try.” He left the room, and Hawks had frowned after him.

Dabi sidesteps Hawks, but only just. Had he moved a millisecond later, Hawks’ blades would probably have been stuck in him. Whether that’s for the worse or the better, Hawks can’t decide - Dabi’ll probably chastise him for it later, but there’s only so much potential you can exhibit before stepping the boundary of actual murder. The villain’s blue flames have caught on the very edge of Hawks’ feather, and are creeping down its lengths with some pace, threatening to reduce the entire thing to ash. He quickly shakes it out and lifts the blades once again. If he can convince Dabi he’s planning on sticking this whole spar out melee-style, then maybe he can discreetly send some feathers behind for an ambush. He just needs to find the right moment.

Then, Dabi raises his own hand and throws a stripe of glowing blue fire straight at Hawks. Right as he does so, Hawks takes his chance and releases a few medium-sized feathers, sending them to hover in position behind Dabi, ready to make their move from the rear. He ducks down, and just in time, too, as he feels the searing heat of Dabi’s attack barely inches from the top of his head. He does his best to ignore the sting in his eyes and how every blink threatens to send irritated tears sliding down his face, but it’s unexpected… that doesn’t tend to happen, and there’s normally a whole lot more fire involved in their fights than there is now. But, Dabi’s unrelenting nature doesn’t allow Hawks more than a moment of thought, and he’s almost instantly back upright, sharpened feathers pointing outwards, stalking Dabi back towards the wall. He keeps having to blink against his blurring vision, though, and it’s affecting his focus. If Dabi picks up on it, he doesn’t say anything. There’s still a thin plume of smoke issuing from his feather, too; those flames are no joke. Hawks crosses the feathers in his hands, preparing to drive forward and strike - if all goes to plan, Dabi will assume that’s all he’s going to do, and counterattack accordingly, then Hawks can compromise him with the feathers he has poised behind the villain. If all goes to plan.

And thankfully, it does, if you look past the single tiny snag. As predicted, Dabi releases a billowing explosion of fire straight forwards. Hawks’ blades are both ignited, but that’s neither here nor there, since he’s focused on bringing his other feathers back from behind Dabi, and up to his throat, mere millimetres away from his skin. They aren’t sharpened, but he doesn’t need to know that. Hawks knows he daren’t step into them to test.

Dabi’s eyebrows lift up, his expression a mix of amused and impressed. “Not bad,” he says, glancing down towards the feathers at his throat. “Not exactly a technique that’ll work every time, but I didn’t see it coming, so that’s gotta count for something.”

Then comes that tiny snag. Hawks stops listening halfway through Dabi’s sentence when his sinuses start stinging like crazy, with such sharpness that it makes his eyes water even more than they already are. He sniffs, half testing the waters, half hoping it’ll make the sting go away, but unfortunately it only makes it worse. Just as Dabi lifts his hands up to incinerate the feathers in front of his neck so they can begin another round of sparring, Hawks sends said feathers rapidly towards the villain’s arms and pins him against the wall.

“Sorry, what–” he begins, startled.

Hawks lifts the fur-lined collar of his jacket and ducks down into it. For a moment, nothing happens, but–

“heHt’sSHHhue!”

Dabi pulls a face. “I swear to God, if you’re doing this and you’ve got a fucking c–”

“ah’hAH-! eH’SHHhyu! No, you cock, I don’t have a cold. I’m not that stupid.”

“You are, but okay,” Dabi says flatly, “Why do I have to be pinned to the fuckin’ wall?”

“‘Cause your psycho ass would probably attack me while I waahhs s-sn-hahh! hheh’sHHh’hiew!”

He pitches forward into his collar again, cutting himself off mid-sentence with a third desperate sneeze. They’re already getting harder to keep in check; and what the fuck is itching this badly? Sure, it’s mid-spring, and his hayfever’s probably acting up a bit, but no way in hell is it this bad. Maybe he’s just… sensitive today. He didn’t bother checking the pollen count this morning, so…

“You think I would do such a thing?” says Dabi dramatically in mock offence, “Sweet, innocent me?”

“Shut up. Yes, you absolutely woul- Jesus– h-haHh!...” Hawks’ breath catches sharply in his throat, but he’s exhaling shakily a moment later.

“Lost it,” he says, only a little breathlessly, “You are the furthest thing from innocent and we both know that.”

The need to sneeze hasn’t left Hawks, despite the last one having eluded him. It’s laying dormant (for now), an incessant buzzing high in his nose that seems to also be accompanied by profusely watering eyes. He tries scrunching his nose to quell the feeling - it doesn’t help but rather slightly the opposite. Dabi arches an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You gonna let me go or what?”

“Uhh… oh! Right, sorry. Instinct, I guess,” Hawks says. He withdraws the feathers holding Dabi in place and the villain subsequently takes a few steps towards him. There’s still smoke rolling off of his arms, where he’d used his quirk, and it floats lazily upwards in greyish plumes. That smoke has always been mesmerising to Hawks, the way it curls and twists, almost as gracefully as Dabi’s flames themselves. It seems different to regular smoke, though, realistically it probably isn’t, and Hawks has just convinced himself it is so he has something else about Dabi to admire with childish adoration. The smell of it often clings to Dabi, though, fainter, obviously, but it’s still distinct if you’re up close. It’s filling the air now, the bitter scent comforting, strong, but stinging, and–

“-ah’hHahH-?!” Caught completely off guard, Hawks desperately draws in a staggered breath before he’s truly able to comprehend it.

“hh’heHSHHh-iihHSCHHh’ue! Huuhh… fucking Jesus–” The double volleys through him with unexpected force, leaving him more than a little winded (but almost certainly not finished).

Dabi’s staring at him now, his expression half concerned, half incredulous. Can’t exactly blame him. He opens his mouth to say something, but Hawks is already cutting him off with another sneeze.

“haH’iihtTSHHhyu!”

“So, about that cold you don’t have?” Dabi says, after Hawks has recovered - for now - with a series of pitiful sniffles and a less than kind rub at his nose with one gloved hand.

“No, it’s–” his voice wavers slightly as he speaks, “it’s not that, I think it’s, ihh-it’s–”

Dabi shakes his head. “Sneeze first, speak after.”

“Rihhh– right, yeah I– hah-hhaHH’sSHHuuhh! ehHISHHhue! Jeez, okay, done now..” Hawks isn’t one to sneeze loudly per se - they’re usually softer, fairly subdued - but these ones are well on their way there. They’ve got the same intonation as usual, but with the intensity amped up a shocking degree. He’s not quite used to it.

“Done, done?”

“Yeah, whatever– ‘m not sick, I think it’s your-” Hawks gestures vaguely at Dabi with one hand, and the latter’s eyebrow raises again, “-yourhhHehHTSChhnn!”

“What did I just say?” Dabi says, exasperated, and maybe a little fond.

“Leave me alone, that one didn’t give me any warning-!” whines Hawks in response, “You are so mean to me.”

“I know. Now spit it out, you’ve got me on the edge of my seat,” replies the villain dryly.

Hawks rolls his still-watery eyes. “Shut up. It’s your smoke, I think,” he finally gets out.

Dabi looks slightly perplexed by this, and he voices it, “Never bothered you before.”

“No, I know, but,” He needs desperately to sneeze again. It’s all-consuming, but he’s determined to at least get a sentence out; “spring allergies’re making me s-sensitive to it.. I think that’s it, anyway–hhah sorry, I reahhllyneedto-hhiihSHHh-ehhH’shHHuue! Ugh.”

“Oh. Okay,” says Dabi, “so probably best we take a break for today, then?”

“Mm, yeah,” Hawks replies, knuckling at his nose.

“Postmature bless you, by the way,” Dabi says with a funny look. Hawks nearly laughs.

“...Postmature?”

“Yeah, like the opposite of premature. Is that the opposite of premature? Screw off, you’ve got me questioning myself now,” he replies, trying and failing to hide a stupid smile.

“It is now, I s’pose,” says Hawks, not at all fondly, “Thanks.”

#my favourite part TAG RAMBLING!!!#im ok w this fic i think its decent idk. turned on while writing it so thats gotta count for smth #i think next ill finish my other h/awks wip for a request prompt thingy in my inbox #then i wanna do some kink!h/awks … mm #alright ywah #thats that #sorry the fighty bit at the start is SO BADDDDD i cant #sry…#alr bye enjoy #snz #snzblr #snz kink #snzario #snz blog #sneeze kink #snzfic #d/abihawks #h/awks #m/ha

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cloudcountry · 10 months

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SUMMARY: Cater tries to teach you how to skateboard.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: this is a gift for @ceruleancattail!! i was planning on writing this drabble for his birthday but uhh that did NOT happen oops!!

anyways, thank you so much for everything you do ceru. it's a lot of fun talking to you and honestly watching you bully cater is hilarious. your aus are always so creative and your writing is very pretty, even if you don't think so.

thank you so much for giving me the motivation to finish writing this. ^^ it's been in my drafts for four months LMAO

“Thank you so much for letting me show you this, hon.” Cater holds your hands as his eyes sparkle, a genuine smile on his pretty face.

“Of course! I can’t promise I won’t fall a thousand times, but I’ll try for you.” you laugh, squeezing his hands.

Cater laughs with you, pushing his skateboard towards you with his foot.

“That’s okay! I’ll catch you.” he winks, “Let me help you on the board. It requires a lot of balance, so just hold onto me while you get used to it.”

You swallow thickly and step onto the board, your grip tightening around his upper arms as he holds you in place. The self-satisfied smirk on his face isn’t helping your nerves, and you shoot him a playful glare. Obviously, you’d need to cling to him for this!

“Aww, don’t be like that.” he coos, “It’s cute watching you try out something new.”

“I’m only doing this because it’s you!” you huff, both feet on the board as you struggle to stay upright.

“Oh? I must be a lucky guy then, huh?” Cater giggles, and your face heats up when you realize what you just said.

“It’s not like that!” you yelp, almost falling over as you lose your balance from embarrassment.

“Woah there!” he catches you as the board slips out from under your feet, shooting off and smacking against the nearby wall, “Careful there, babe.”

Your face burns hotter as his arm squeezes around your waist. and his other arm supports your back. You can feel each finger pressing into your clothes. You open your mouth and a strangled gargle comes out, but Cater doesn’t let you go.

“Mm...I should get that skateboard back now, shouldn’t I?” he murmurs, staring down at you.

He's practically dipping you at this point, and his eyes shine with amusement as they’re trained on your lips. His hair is falling into his eyes, you can feel how warm he is, and he smells so good.

At some point, you’re certain you were focused on balancing on that skateboard, but now your knees feel weak and you’re not thinking much of anything at all.

“Yeah...you should.” you manage to speak, subconsciously leaning into him.

He doesn’t miss it.

“I think you want something else though. How about a little break?” he giggles, setting you back on your feet.

“But it’s only been five minutes!” you protest, but any other words die in your throat when you see him reapplying his lip gloss.

“Does that matter?” he smirks, rubbing his lips together and popping them, “The skateboard’s too far away anyway. I’ll get it later.”

#auburn's fics <3 #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disneys twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #disney twst #cater diamond fluff #cater x reader #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #cater fluff

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taexbankai · 3 months

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I only want you

this is chapter 5, the other 4 chapters on my on page!!

this chapter is really long so brace yourselves lmao. enjoy!!

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it’s been a little over a month since prom night and yuta has been acting really weird. when i see him at school he’s always very dry and acts really standoffish. he takes hours to respond to my messages and whenever he do respond he only gives me short quick answers

“y/n we graduate this week can you believe it?!” nobara said excitedly as she gave me a back hug

“i know right? it’s hard to believe we were little freshmen 4 years ago” i said to her. We walked out of the school together

“i’m just happy that seniors doesn’t have to come back to the school until graduation night” yuji said as he ran up to us, megumi walking closely behind him

“honestly, i was so sick and tired of waking up early and getting ready for school” megumi said as he stretched

“where are ya’ll about to go? yuji asked me

“back to my house, we want to plan a graduation party” i told him

“oh okay, are we still hanging out tomorrow?” yuji asked

“yeah of course” nobara answered. we all spoke for a little longer before yuji and megumi left

“so.. how has it been with yuta?” nobara asked me as we got into my car

“the same. honestly we might as well just break up at this point” i told her and sighed as i began to back out of the parking spot

“do you honestly think he’s cheating through?” nobara asked me

“i don’t want to believe it. I thought that maybe at first he was upset with me because of the whole ‘me still having feeling for satoru’ thing. but i think it’s bigger than that. he always keeps his phone face down when we’re together at school and sometimes he won’t text me back until like 10-11 at night” i told her

“i think i’m going to ask maki myself and see what she says” nobara said, getting frustrated

“how could he ask you out just to cheat on you? that’s such a dick move. yuta didn’t even seem like the cheating type. I can’t believe him, and if the problem really is about you and satoru then he could’ve been mature about it and spoke to you. but if i find out he is cheating on you with maki… i’m killing both of them” nobara said angrily. i laughed softly at her, feeling good that she has my back

“i love you” i said and smiled at her before looking back at the road

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“wow, i always forget how rich your family is” nobara said as we walked into my house

“stop, we’re not rich” i said and laughed

“this is clearly rich y/n, you even have maids here” she said while laughing

“hello nobara sweetie! i haven’t seen you in ages, how are you?” my mom said as she came out of the kitchen

“hi mom! i’m good, how are you?” nobara said as she gave my mom a hug. my mom and nobara are really close so sometimes nobara calls my mom by her name and other times she just calls her mom

“i’m good sweetie!” my mom responded

“so what are you two up to today?” my mom asked me

“planning a graduation party. we only have a few days left to get everything ready” i told my mom

“oh okay, what day did you want to plan it for?” she asked

“we definitely want to do it the day after graduation, so saturday” i said

“okay well i’ll make sure your father and i aren’t home for that day so you kids can have the whole house to yourselves!, you’re stuck with us the day of your graduation though” my mom said and laughed, in which nobara and i started laughing as well

“okay then, i don’t want to hold you two too much longer. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me” my mom said

“okay mom!” i said as i started walking towards my bedroom with nobara

after a few hours of planning and looking at different places to pick up the party supplies we finally finished everything

“okay so on thursday we’ll go to party city and pick up all the decorations. friday is graduation and then saturday morning we’ll go pick up the food items, drinks, and the 3 different cakes. then we’ll start setting up at 6pm and the party will start at 8pm” nobara said, reading the notes we made on her phone

“yep, sounds good to me. I’ll send out the invitation to the seniors group chat so that way we can just invite all the seniors at one time” i told her as i started making the digital flyer on my phone

“okay cool. I’m gonna get going then, ino’s almost here to pick me up” she said to me as she started grabbing her things

“aw my favorite couple” i said making kissing noises

“shut up” she said, playfully pushing me while laughing

“okay girl, i’ll see you tomorrow” she said as she walked over to my door

“okay, you don’t want me to walk you out?”

“nah i’ll be okay, later!”

after nobara left i ate dinner, got in the shower, brushed my teeth, did my face care routine and then laid down in my bed. I got on my phone and was scrolling on instagram until i got bored. I went to my messing app and clicked on yuta’s name

“still no response huh?” i said as i saw he still didn’t reply to my message from 1pm asking if we wanted to hang out with me, yuji, nobara, and megumi tomorrow. I looked at the time on my phone and saw that it read 10:23pm. I sighed and closed out the app. bored with nothing else to do, i decided to just go to sleep. i got up to turn my light off, as i walked back to my bed my phone suddenly started ringing which scared the living shit out of me. i picked up my phone and saw that satoru was calling me

“hello?” i said, confusion laced in my voice. i waited for satoru to say something but the line was silent

“toru? are you okay?” i asked, my heart starting to beat faster wondering what was going on

“y/n” was all he said. his voice sounded really low and deep

“yes?” i asked him

“i just wanted to hear your voice. i needed a friend to talk to and suguru is sleeping over at yuki’s tonight dorm tonight” he said. i could hear the muffled sound of blankets, i’m guessing he just laid down on his bed or turned to his side

“okay… is everything alright?” i asked him again

“yeah i’m fine silly girl. just bored and lonely” he said to me. riko immediately popped up in my head

“how are you lonely when you have a girlfriend?” i asked him, with a slight laugh

“what are you doing up so late?” he asked, completely ignoring my question

“nobara left about an hour ago so i was just up doing nothing” i told him as i laid down in my bed, staring up at my ceiling

“oh okay… I know your graduation is this week, are you excited?” he asked me

“yeah, just excited to finally be done with highschool” i told him with a dramatic sigh. he started laughing which made me smile hearing his laugh

“i wish you, shoko, and suguru could come to my graduation. won’t your college be on summer vacation by then?” i asked him

“yeah but suguru and i have to do a week of summer school, i don’t know about shoko though” he told me. i let out a dramatic cry

“damn, i wanted to see you all” i said as i turned onto my side, now looking out of my window

“i know, i wanted to see you too” satoru said. i was about to ask him a question when i heard him yawn

“are you tired toru? go to sleep if you’re sleepy” i said to him

“i just had a long day, i want to sit on the phone with you though” he told me. i felt my heart skip a beat

“why do you always do this to me?” i asked him, slightly frustrated at him for always making me so nervous and flustered, but more mad at myself for allowing it to happen

“do what?” he asked, confused

“sweet talk me. you always say nice things to me and get my hopes up. when you say stuff like that it makes me heart skip a beat” i said, nervously biting my bottom lip, regretting telling him. i heard satoru softly laugh before he spoke up

“you think that’s how i sweet talk people? if i would’ve said “i can’t wait to see you again so i can make you mine and keep you to myself” then i would have been sweet talking you” he said to me. i was stunned into silence. the example he used was probably no more than just an example…but my heart was beating so fast i didn’t know how to react

“see? that was so good you’re silent now” satoru said while laughing at me, snapping me out of my thoughts

“h-hey, stop messing with me. you’re so annoying” i told him playfully

“i wasn’t” he said

“you weren’t what?” i asked him. did he mean he wasn’t messing around?

“hey don’t you have a boyfriend?” he asked me. i was disappointed that he didn’t answer my previous question

“yeah… i think” i said, laughing a little

“what do you mean by i think?” satoru asked

“well, basically to make a long story short, he’s been acting really weird. barely responding to my texts, we don’t hang out or see each other outside of school anymore. He hangs out with my friend maki a lot though… i feel like something is going on but i can’t quite put my finger on it. I don’t want to accuse him of anything you know? but i’ve tried being a good girlfriend. we were doing good at first, we’ve been dating since junior year but after prom night he was acting weird and i don’t know why” i told satoru, ranting to him. i continued ranting and satoru quietly listened to me. once i was done ranting, he finally said something

“he’s cheating on you with the girl” was all he said

“y…you think so?” i asked him

“i know so… i’m a guy. the girl that he lost his virginity too is this maki girl. that’s why he didn’t want to answer when you all were playing the game… that’s probably what they were talking about before you walked outside the same night” satoru told me. i was quiet, tears slowly coming to my eyes before they slowly slid down my cheeks

“that makes a lot of sense actually…” i said to him, trying to cry without him noticing

“i’ve never cheated on him or anything like that. was i a bad girlfriend? is it my fault?” i asked more to myself than to satoru

“hey hey hey don’t cry y/n!” satoru said, his voice sounding slightly panicked

“i could be wrong you know. he could have a perfectly good reason why he’s been acting that way. don’t take my word for it, that was just my opinion” he told me, trying to make me feel better

“i’m not crying” i said, wiping my tears

“y/n… i know you too well, i know you’re crying right now” he said softly

“no i’m not” i said, lying to him still

“okay, answer my facetime call then” he said before he hung up. seconds later i received a facetime call from satoru. i frantically wiped any traces of tears off my face as i sat up in my bed and answered the call

“what took you so long to answer huh? i bet you were wiping the tears off of your face” he said while laughing. i grabbed my led lights remote and turned on my white lights so satoru could see me instead of me sitting in the dark

“shut up” i told him as i placed my remote back down and laid back down in my bed. satoru just smiled at me

“you’re too pretty to be crying over a boy y/n” he told me as he rolled onto his back while holding his phone up enough for me to still see his face. my heart was racing, he was acting a little different tonight

“yeah? well i cried over you too before remember?” i said while laughing

“don’t remind me, i felt horrible” satoru said as i laughed harder at his reaction. we ended up talking on the phone until two in the morning before we fell asleep on facetime. when i woke up and checked my phone is was almost twelve in the afternoon and my phone was on 2%

“shit, i forgot to set an alarm” i said to myself as i quickly put my phone on the charger. I was suppose to meet up with nobara, yuji and megumi at one so i needed to get up and start getting ready now. i opened my messages app to text them in our group chat and let them know that i just woke up and was going to start getting ready. before i clicked on the group chat icon, i saw that i had a message from satoru. i immediately clicked on it and read what it said

‘my phone died while we were sleeping last night, thanks for keeping me company though’ he ended the message with two white hearts. i had a huge smile on my face as i texted him back. after i sent my message to satoru i went to the group chat and sent them a message. i then went to mine and yuta’s messages and saw that he read my message but didn’t respond. i rolled my eyes and closed my phone to start getting ready

—————— skip to graduation day—————

“omg we’re really about to graduate!” nobara said as she excitedly shook me back and forth

“i know i know i can’t believe it!!” i said as i shook her back. all of the seniors were in the back of the graduation stadium lining up to walk across the stage. nobara was in front of me and in front of her was ino, yuji, megumi and then more students in front of him. behind me was yuta, maki, momo, mai, miwa, kokichi, inumaki, and the rest of the graduating class. i turned around to look at yuta who was already looking at me

“are you excited to graduate?!” i asked him, a big smile of my face

“yeah” he said with a small smile. i was too happy and excited about graduating that i didn’t realize how dry his response actually was. we began to hear cheering and clapping, i glanced at my phone and saw that it was 7:00pm, which means the graduation ceremony started. we walked out of the back room in our lines and made it to our assigned seats. the graduation stadium was full of families cheering. i looked up in the stands for my mom and dad but there was so many people there that i couldn’t find them. i could slightly hear someone yelling my name so i knew they were here, and that’s all that mattered to me.

after the ceremony all of the freshly graduated students walked out to the front of the building to meet up with their families and friends to take pictures and get ready to go home. i was separated from nobara as she went with ino to go find their families, i walked by myself to the front and looked around for my mom and dad. after weaving through tons of parents, friends, siblings, cousins, aunties, uncles, grandparents, and students who were outside hugging their families and taking pictures, i finally saw my mom and dad looking around waiting for me with a sign in their hand. i started running up to them and once they saw me coming they started waving their “my daughter just graduated” signs in the air and cheering for me. i ran up to them and gave both of them a hug

“congratulations baby!” my dad said as he gave me a kiss on my forehead. he then placed 3 money lei’s around my neck

“i’m so proud of you honey!” my mom said as she placed another money lei around my neck. i started tearing up, being so thankful for having such amazing parents

“thank you both so much! and four money lei’s? how much money is each of these?” i asked while laughing

“nothing too much, i only folded one thousand dollars” my mom said, proud of her money folding and decorating skills

“oh okay so like $250 on each money lei?” i asked

“no silly, one thousand dollars on each money lei” she said while laughing

“WHAT?!” i yelled

“i wanted to give you more but your mom said that if we gave you too much you right run away with the money and never come back” my dad said while laughing

“don’t worry dad, 4 thousand is more than enough, thank you” i said. my parents would always give me money but i seriously wasn’t expecting four thousand dollars from them today

“okay, let me get my phone out so we can take some pictures” my mom said as she pulled her phone out. my dad pulled his out too and started recording

“dad why are you recording? i thought we were taking pict-“

“guess who?” i was cut off by my eyes being covered by two large hands. i immediately started jumping up and down from excitement

“suguru you made it!!” i screamed and turned around, throwing myself at my big brother and giving him a big hug

“congratulations baby sis, i’m so proud of you!” suguru said as he hugged me back. i started crying into his chest

“don’t cry too much or you’ll ruin your makeup!” i heard another voice say, i let go of suguru and saw shoko standing next to him

“shoookoooooo!” i said as i gave her a big hug as well

“i missed you two so much” i said to her as she hugged me back

“hey what about me?” my heart dropped, no way… i must be dreaming. i slowly let go of shoko and turned to my left, i saw satoru standing there with a huge bouquet of flowers. i immediately ran over to him and gave him a hug, he wrapped his arm that wasn’t holding the bouquet around my waist

“congrats on graduating!” he said to me

“thank you toru” i said, still hugging him. i can’t believe they were all here, it’s been a year since i last saw them

“hey, my hug wasn’t that long!” i heard suguru said. we all laughed at him as i finally let satoru go

“i thought you said you guys couldn’t come because of summer school?” i asked satoru

“i lied to surprise you. we watched you walk across the stage too, but i don’t think you saw us in the stands” he said as he wiped the tears off of my face

“did you guys know?” i asked my parents as i turned and faced them

“of course! suguru called us two months ago telling us he was going to be here for your graduation” my mom said. now i understood why my dad started recording

“did you really think i’d miss my baby sisters graduation?” suguru said and laughed

“oh yeah and this is for you, i made it myself!” he added as he took a money lei off of his neck and put it around mine

“it’s one thousand dollars, mom said they gave you some as well” he told me. i was so excited to see them, i didn’t even realize they were holding stuff, except for satoru

“thank you!” i said to him

“and here’s mine! i saw you post on instagram about wanting this brand” shoko said as she handed me a gift bag that had graduation balloons tied around it

“you can open it when you get home” she said and smiled

“thank you sho” i said to her, my cheeks hurting from how much i’ve been smiling

“and finally, here’s my gift” satoru said, i turned and faced him as he gave me the huge bouquet of flowers, i looked closer at them wanting to smell them only to realize that they weren’t flowers, but 100 dollar bills rolled to look like roses

“toru-“

“it’s also a thousand, i don’t wanna hear any butts or ands” he said, cutting me off while laughing

“i also got you this” he said as he took out a little box, he opened it up and it had a beautiful gold necklace in it. i heard my mom gasp while i stood there, tears threatening to fall again as i watched him take the necklace out of the box and show it to me up close, in the middle of the necklace was a single diamond

“turn around” he ordered me, i immediately turned around and felt him move my hair out of the way and put the necklace on me

“i got you this one because i feel like the other necklace i got you for your birthday has too many bad memories attached to it” he laughed as i turned back around and hugged him

“thank you so much toru! i love you” i said to him, the last part slipping out

“you’re welcome, i love you too” he said, hugging me again

“how touching, you’re stealing my sister from me” suguru said sarcastically

“you totally just showed me up with your gifts” shoko said. i laughed at both of them

“i appreciate all of the gifts you all got me, thank you so much. this is the best day of my life!” i said to them and my parents as they all laughed at me

“i still have the necklace you gave me toru, i just don’t wear it much because of yuta” i told him

“it’s okay, now you have a new one” he said and smiled

“okay, let’s all take some pictures before we go to dinner!” my dad said

“dinner?” i asked

“yeah, your graduation dinner” my mom said

i took some pictures with my parents, shoko, suguru, and satoru. some group photos and some separate photos

“y/n! we have to take pictures together!” i heard someone yell to me, i turned around and saw nobara running up to me with our group of friends and their families closely behind her

“it took us forever to find you!” she said as she reached me and gave me a hug

“sorry, i was so caught up in seeing everyone” i told her. the rest of our friends had met up with us. i turned to greet the huge group of family and friends that came with them, i then turned and introduced everyone

“this is my mom and dad, and this is my other best friend shoko, my big brother suguru and this is satoru” i said to my friends, i then turned and introduced my friends

“you’ve all met some of them already but these are my friends, this is miwa, momo, inumaki, ino, kokichi, mai, maki, and then my boyfriend yuta” i said, leaving megumi, yuji and nobara out of the introduction’s since they already knew them

“nice to meet you all, thanks for being friends with my little sister ” suguru said as he smiled at everyone. shoko, satoru and my parents all waved at them with smiles on their faces. my friends families approached my friends as they wanted to start taking pictures of all of us together, yuta’s parents walked over to my parents as they began to catch up and talk to each other. i saw satoru and suguru exchange a quick look between each other before they both approached yuta, who i was still standing by

“so… you’re the boy who’s dating my sister” suguru said as he looked yuta up and down. yuta started to look a little nervous

“y-yeah that’s me” yuta stuttered

“don’t mess with him suguru! he’s nice to me” i said, not wanting suguru to embarrass yuta

“nice to you huh?… i just want to meet the boy who my sister is dating, he is your first boyfriend after all” suguru continued

“and this is maki?” satoru spoke up. satoru and i made quick eye contact before he looked back at a flustered maki who was still standing by yuta, her parents speaking to inumaki’s parents

“nice to meet you” she said as she nervously stuck her hand out to shake satoru’s hand. satoru didn’t shake her hand though, he only muttered a quick ‘hi’ before his attention was back on yuta

“i’m going to be completely honest with you right now” satoru started as he took off his sunglasses, now staring yuta directly in his eyes

“i don’t like you” he said

“neither do i” suguru said. i felt like my blood pressure was going up by the second. satoru pulled me gently by the arm so i was standing next to him instead of yuta

“not responding to y/n for hours” satoru said

“being super dry” suguru continued

“ not making any time for her” satoru said

“ignoring her” suguru said

“ and the icing on the cake… spending more time flirting, gigging, seeing, and talking to little miss maki right here” satoru said. i knew satoru was going to eventually tell suguru but i didn’t think they would be so angry about it

“i- i can explain-“

“save it” suguru said, cutting yuta off

“because it’s my precious baby sister’s graduation today i’m going to let you slide. but we’ll have our time to talk” suguru said to a now very nervous yuta. suguru and satoru both turned to me and put smiles on their faces, as if they didn’t just threaten my boyfriend

“let’s go take these pictures!” suguru said as he turned me around and put his arm around my neck, satoru walking with us on my other side

“hello nice to meet you..again. i’m mai and this is my dear friend momo” mai said as she and momo came up to the three of us

“hello!” both satoru and my brother said

“do both you have girlfriends?” mai asked them. they both laughed as i ran my hand over my face, laughing at how straightforward she was being

“yes i have a girlfriend” suguru said

“nooooo” momo said

“what about you?” mai excitedly asked satoru

“mai..” i said in a warning tone

“kidding, i’m kidding” she said as she laughed, i laughed with her before all the parents started calling us as they had all of their camera’s ready to start taking pictures

after we all finished taking millions of photos, my friends and i all said goodbye to each other and went our separate ways

“okay so let’s get to the place for dinner! did you all drive here together?” my mom asked as we started walking towards the parking lot

“no we all drove our own cars” suguru told her

“oh okay, shoko were you coming with us to dinner?” my mom asked shoko

“i can’t i’m so sorry! today is also my cousin’s graduation and my family is having a bbq tonight” she told my mom

“aww man, i wanted you to come but it’s okay honey i understand!” my mom said as she gave shoko a hug

“are you coming to my party tomorrow?” i asked her

“of course girl” she said as she gave me a hug. she said goodbye to my dad, suguru and satoru and left to her car

“yuki’s still coming to dinner right suguru?” my dad asked him

“yeah her mom is dropping her off now. her little brother’s graduation finished up about an hour ago” he said. just then we saw a car pull up and yuki hopped out of the passenger’s side and ran over to us

“hi y/n! congratulations on your graduation! everyone is graduating today” she said and laughed as she gave me a hug and a gift

“thank you yuki! i missed you” i said as i hugged her back

“i missed you too sweetheart” she said

“great everyone is here! yuki you didn’t drive your car?” my mom asked

“no, suguru told me i can just ride with him when we left from my dorm” she said as she walked over and gave my parents a hug

“okay well then, suguru and satoru can just follow us to the restaurant” my dad said. satoru and suguru said okay and i started walking towards my parents car

“nah, you’re riding with me” satoru said as he grabbed my wrist. suguru and yuki were already getting in suguru’s car and my parents didn’t even turn around when satoru stopped me

“okay” i said and walked with satoru to his car. he took all my gifts and opened the door for me

“thank you” i said, suddenly feeling a little shy as i got into his car. he put my gifts on the back seat of his very expensive car and got in the drivers side and started the car. he pulled off and drove until he was behind suguru’s car, in which suguru was behind my parents car as they started to pull out of the parking lot

“you can connect your phone and play some music” satoru told me. i happily took out my phone and connected it to his bluetooth, turning on my favorite song. i turned down some so i could talk to satoru

“so… what did you think of yuta?” i said as i looked forward, watching the road with satoru

“i don’t like him” satoru said , keeping his response short

“really?” i asked, still not seeing why he doesn’t like him

“yes really. you’re too beautiful to be wasting your time on someone who won’t spend any time with you or even respond to your text messages. y/n he literally hangs out with another girl more than he hangs out with you… break up with him” satoru said as he glanced at me before looking back to the road

“yeah.. you’re right. i love him though” i said to satoru, turning my head to look at him while he drove the car. he looked so good in his white button up shirt and his black pants. his hair was shiny and his glasses sat right at the tip of his nose. he smelled so good and his lips looked so juicy. i mentally slapped myself, feeling ashamed looking at satoru like this when we’re literally in the middle of talking about my boyfriend. satoru stopped at a red light and turned to look at me

“you love him?” he asked me. my heart skipped. the atmosphere in the car suddenly changing

“y-yes i-“

“are you in love with him? or do you love having him around?” satoru asked me, cutting me off. i couldn’t give him an answer though. his question was similar to what nobara was saying the night of the sleep over

“he’s not a good boyfriend y/n” satoru said as he faced the road again, the light now green

“he was at first” i told him

“how so?” he asked

“when you left me heartbroken and alone, he helped me get over my depression and heart break” i said to him, hoping the conversation didn’t get depressing because of me bringing up satoru rejecting me

“he saw an opportunity and took it” satoru said, thankfully not changing the mood into a depressing one

“what? how?” i asked, my attention fully on satoru

“you were sad and gullible. he most likely had a crush on you or some type of attraction towards you. when he found out that i rejected you and then moved away for college he jumped at the opportunity to make you his and it worked” satoru explained. i listened to his words, happy to be getting a male’s perspective on the situation

“i’m not saying that he didn’t or doesn’t love you, but he definitely took advantage of you” satoru said. i nodded my head, seeing exactly how that could have happened. satoru is definitely right

“but enough about him. you look beautiful tonight, even with a little bit of your makeup smeared from all that crying” satoru said as he laughed

“that’s because i was overwhelmed with happiness” i told him, smiling at him calling me beautiful

“you’ve been complimenting me a lot lately” i told satoru, my smile getting bigger

“if your wack ass boyfriend won’t do it then i have to” he said and laughed

“hey toru… why didn’t riko come with you guys?” i asked him, wondering why he hasn’t brought up riko once since i’ve seen him. he stayed silent for a few seconds before he answered

“because she’s not my girlfriend anymore” he simply said

“what??! why not?” i asked, but i couldn’t help the small smirk that came to my lips after hearing that they broke up

“because she cheated on me, i never found out with who though. i broke up with her like 6 months ago” he said

“she… cheated on you?! when i catch her i’m beating her ass. why would she cheat on you? you’re so kind and sweet… not to mention how attractive you are! i’ve never met a more attractive guy in my life. i don’t understand why she would cheat on you” i said, pissed off that she cheated on satoru. did she even realize how lucky she was to be with him? i heard satoru start to laugh

“you’re so cute when you’re mad” satoru said as he turned into the parking lot of the restaurant, still behind suguru’s car

“maybe it’s because we were both busy with school. a little after we starting dating i realized we didn’t have as much in common as i originally thought” he told me as he pulled into a parking spot. before i could say anything else satoru spoke up again

“ready to go eat?” he said with a smile, i figured he didn’t want to speak about the topic anymore so i didn’t ask anymore questions

———————

after the very delicious dinner we all walked back to the parking lot

“satoru you’re staying at our house right?” my dad asked

“if that’s fine with you” satoru said and smiled at my dad

“of course! we had the guest room prepared just for you!” my mom said excitedly as my dad laughed

“okay i’ll be there then!” satoru said and laughed with my dad

“great! well your father and i are going to the airport now, we’ll see you in a few days sweetie” my mom said as she pulled me into a hug

“have fun at your party, i feel much better knowing your brother and satoru will be there” my dad said as he gave me a hug as well

“i will, love you guys! thank you for everything” i said to them. they said their goodbyes to everyone else and got back in their car

“i’m going to go back with yuki to her parents house for a few hours to spend time with her family since they’re also celebrating a graduation today. y/n you have your house key right?” suguru said

“yeah” i told him. he nodded and pulled me into a hug

“okay then, i’ll most likely be back home tomorrow morning. i’m sure we’re gonna be drinking tonight so i might sleep over at yuki’s house” he said as he broke the hug

“take care of my sister satoru” suguru said as he dabbed up satoru. i gave yuki and hug and said bye to her as suguru opened the door for her as they got into his car. satoru and i left shortly after

once we got to the house all the maids had already left for the night. i turned on the living room lights and took my heels off, holding all my graduation gifts in one hand. satoru came in after me, locking the front door and taking his shoes off

“damn, it’s been so long since i’ve been here” he said, carrying his small suitcase with him

“how long are you staying here for?” i asked him as i started walking upstairs to my room, satoru following me

“only a few days” he said

“why not longer? a few days isn’t enough time” i said to him as i reached my room door

“you want me to stay longer?” he asked me as he stood at my door, leaning his tall body against my door frame

“of course i do” i said as i sat my gifts down and looked at him as i sat down on my bed

“hmmmm….you can drive with me back to my apartment and i’ll grab more clothes and stuff to stay here longer” he told me. i jumped up and ran to give him a hug

“yayyy! yes i’ll definitely come with you! can we ride by your college? i’ve never seen it” i said. satoru laughed at my excitement

“you could’ve came to visit me, it’s only an hour and a half drive from here” he said

“yeah but you never came to visit me either” i said

“fair” he said and threw his hands up in defeat

“so what do you want to do tonight? i have edibles” he asked me as he opened his suitcase, pulling a bag of edibles out

“really? let’s take some” i said excitedly

“look at how excited you are over some edibles” satoru laughed as he opened the bag and gave me one before eating one himself

“thank you!” i told him

“you’re welcome. i’m going to go put my stuff in the guest room and hop in the shower really quick” satoru said to me as he placed the bag of edibles on my bed

“i’ll keep these out just in case we end up wanting to take more” satoru said

“okay, i’ll hop in the shower too then” i told him. he nodded and walked away to the guest bedroom. i walked over to my bathroom and turned on the shower water before taking off my make up so i could use my face cleaners in the shower

——— ——

after my shower i put lotion and my pjs on. i grabbed my phone before i turned off my room light and walked downstairs to see satoru in his pjs sitting on the couch on his phone. he looked up at me once he heard me coming down the stairs

“damn, girls take forever to shower” he said while laughing. i walked over to him with a smile on my face, his hair was damp and he didn’t have his glasses on so his beautiful blue eyes were staring right at me

“put those blue lights away, i can’t focus while looking at your bright ass eyes” i said, teasing him

“oh wow, i can’t believe you took it there” satoru said, acting hurt as he put his hand over his heart before we both bursted out laughing. after we stopped laughing satoru suggested that we play just dance. i started up the wii and we played just dance for an hour before we were tired and hungry again

“i think the edible is making me hungry” satoru said as he took his phone out

“what do you want to eat? i’ll order whatever you want” satoru said as he looked at me

“ummm, lets just get pizza and drinks” i told him

“oh! and some ice cream too please?” i asked him

“okay” he said as he went on uber eats and started ordering the food. while he was ordering the food i got a text on my phone. i looked and saw yuta had texted me. i unlocked my phone and saw he had sent me a long message with 2 photos and a video attached to it. i immediately began reading the message

‘hey y/n, i’m just texting to tell you that i’m breaking up with you. i’ve been wanting to break up with you for a while now but i felt bad because of how miserable you were. you texting me multiple times a day and always trying to hang out became overwhelming. that night when we played truth or dare i was going to tell you the truth about maki and i. she’s actually my ex girlfriend, we broke up because we had grown apart and a little after we broke up i had found you. you were cute and also going through a heart break so in order to get my mind off of maki i decided to try and date you. maki and i ended up meeting a few weeks after we started dating and had sex. i’ve been having sex with maki at least twice a week since then, we were each other’s first times so our bond is extremely strong. i asked you if you still had feeling for gojo because i wanted to make myself feel better about cheating on you knowing you still had slight feelings for another guy, so i continued acting like i loved you. i wanted to tell you this in person but your brother and that gojo guy scares the living shit out of me, so over text it is. i would appreciate it if you didn’t contact me again after this, or maki as we’re back together again. i’ll block you after this message sends. goodbye’

my face was full of tears after i finished reading the message. i then clicked on the pictures and video he had sent. in the first photo, him and maki were in bed together as he laid in between her legs. their clothes were off and it looked like he was in the middle of giving maki head. the second photo was a picture of maki giving yuta head. by this point i was on the verge of hyperventilating, but i still forced myself to watch the video…. the video was a sex tape of maki and yuta. the phone was propped up on something so i had a full body view of them both having sex. to make matters worst the sound was on, so i could hear both of them moaning. satoru turned to look at me, confused and wondering what i was watching. before he could ask any questions, he saw me crying and was in a state of panic

“y/n what happened? are you okay?” he asked. i couldn’t answer him, instead i threw myself at him and cried in his arms. satoru, still confused, started rubbing my back trying to console me even without knowing what was going on

“you were right” i finally said through broken sobs once i calmed down enough to speak

“right about what?” he asked. i slowly sat back up, breaking the hug as i gave him my phone. he looked at it and i watched his face go from confusion, to shock, to anger within seconds. i then saw him tap the screen and swipe, so i assumed he was looking at the photos and the video now. i heard moaning coming from the phone before satoru got off the video and let out a frustrated sigh

“that fucking asshole. i knew i should have punched him in his fucking face when i saw him tonight. i knew it!” satoru said, completely furious now. i stayed silent as i watched satoru grab his phone and press a few things on the screen before he put the phone to his ear. after a few seconds i heard suguru’s voice on the other side of the phone saying hello

“suguru, you’ll never believe what y/n’s bitch ass ex boyfriend just did” satoru said as he stood up, pacing around the living room with his phone to his ear and my phone still in his other hand. satoru then explained in detail what yuta did, he even reread the breakup message he sent me to suguru over the phone. i couldn’t hear exactly what suguru was saying but from the tone of his voice, he sounded just as mad as satoru

“don’t worry about it i’ll take care of her tonight…. yeah…. okay i will. enjoy your night with yuki and her family……yeah we’ll figure it out tomorrow when you get here….okay” i watch satoru as he continued speaking to suguru on the phone. i got up and walked to the downstairs bathroom, splashing water on my face before looking at myself in the mirror. luckily i didn’t look too terrible. i was having such a fun night just for yuta to ruin it. as i stood in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror, i began to really think about what just happened. because of how strained our relationship has been the last couple of weeks, i’m not necessarily sad about the breakup as i was going to eventually breakup with him because of how the relationship was. i’m more upset over how he decided to break up with me… not only did one of my friends betray me, lie to me, and sleep with my boyfriend. but he cheated on me our entire relationship and then sent pictures and videos of it. i was hurt, i was annoyed, but most of all… i was angry. how could they do this to me? i’ve been nothing but kind and loyal to the both of them. I didn’t get close with maki until after yuta and i started dating, i never even knew they used to date. i tried to calm myself down by splashing more water on my face

“satoru is finally back out here after being away for so long. i’m not going to let them ruin our night” i said to myself. i took one last look at myself in the mirror before i walked out of the bathroom. once i made it back to the living room i saw that satoru was off of the phone with suguru. he was sitting back down on the couch and was taking pictures of my phone with his phone

“hey how are you feeling? you okay?” he asked me as he looked up at me

“i’m okay” i told him as i sat down next to him on the couch

“i’m taking pictures of his contact information and maki’s. me and suguru will be contacting them later, don’t you worry” he said as he tapped my head. i saw him take a picture of maki’s phone number before he handed me back my phone. i laughed at him before giving him another hug

“i’m not going to let them ruin our fun night” i said to him

“good! i ordered the food already, it should almost be here by now. should we find a movie to watch while we eat?” satoru asked

“yeah!, i’m going to eat another edible too, that whole situation ruined my high” i said as i stood up to go grab the bag off my bed

“can you grab me one too please?” he asked. i said yeah as i made my way upstairs. i grabbed the edibles off of my bed and popped one in my mouth. i then walked back downstairs and sat back down by satoru. he grabbed an edible and i took another one. after all that just happened i wanted to get fucked up and forget about it all

“okay how about this movie?” satoru asked as he landed on a funny movie. i said okay and he pressed play. right when the movie was starting the door bell rung. satoru paused the movie before he got up and grab everything from the uber eats person before thanking them and closing the door

“i gave them an $100 tip on the app, they must’ve been hella happy because they drove over here fast” satoru said as we laughed. i helped him bring everything to the coffee table in the middle of the living room

“i’m going to go put the ice cream in the freezer” i told him. he nodded okay and i walked to the kitchen. after i put the ice cream away i grabbed two glasses for us to drink out of. i dimmed the lights so we could watch the movie but still see our food. i sat down on the couch and we began eating our food while the movie started playing. after 30 minutes of watching the movie i began to feel dizzy. almost like i didn’t have any control of my body. everything around me seemed different and i knew the edible had kicked in. i started laughing at nothing in particular, just laughing uncontrollably. satoru turned to look at me and started smiling

“y/n… you’re high as hell right now. your eyes are super low” he said and started laughing

“so are you.. your eyes are super red” i told him and laughed again

“yeah but i’m not as high as you, i have a higher tolerance” satoru said

“i’m craving something sweet. you want your ice cream?” satoru asked as he stood up. i nodded and he went to get our ice cream. we ate our entire thing of ice cream in 20 minutes

“toru im boredddd” i said, no longer wanting to watch the movie

“me too, what should we do?” he asked

“let’s play hide and seek in the dark!” i said excitedly while laughing

“okay, i’ll count first. you hide” satoru said. i jumped up off the couch and began turning off any remaining lights in the house. satoru turned the tv off and started counting with his eyes closed. the only light we had was the moon light that came in from the windows. i tried to run up stairs but it was hard because of how high i was. by time i finally reached the top step i heard satoru say 29

‘…30, ready or not here i come!” he said as he immediately started coming upstairs. i bursted into my room and hid under the covers on my bed

“you can’t play hide and seek when you’re high y/n, you’re way too loud” i heard satoru say as he laughed. he was standing right in front of my bed

“no fair! you cheated” i said. satoru laid down next to me, trapping me underneath the covers

“why would i cheat?” he said. i wiggled free from underneath the blankets. i turned on my led lights with my remote and then turned to look at him

“because you know that i would’ve beaten you” i said as i looked back at my remote, turning my led’s to the color pink

“nah, i’d win” he said before laughing again

“i want a rematch” i whined. satoru was about to answer but his phone started to ring. he pulled it out of his pocket before he answered the phone

“yeah she’s okay now…she’s right here…okay” satoru said before he handed the phone to me. i took it

“hello?” i said

“you feeling okay?” suguru asked me

“yes i’m fine” i told him

“okay, i was just checking up on you. don’t worry, i’ll beat yuta’s ass for you” suguru said. i laughed at him before telling him to hang up because me and satoru were playing a game. we said our love you’s before we hung up

“are you really okay though?” satoru asked me. i handed him back his phone as he stared at me. he was still laying down on my bed, looking up at me as i was sitting up

“yeah” i said

“he didn’t deserve you y/n. you’re a good girl, you deserve someone who’s going to take care of you and love you unconditionally” satoru said as he sat up, not breaking eye contact with me. i wanted to say something but my words were stuck in my throat. i don’t know if it was because of satoru or the weed, but my body started to feel tingly

“someone who will protect you, and cater to your every need. be there to wipe the tears off of your pretty face” satoru continued as he gently touched my cheek with the palm of his hand

“toru…”

“someone who will make love to you. send you cute little texts throughout the day. bring you treats just to see you smile. take you out on dates” he said as he used his other hand to touch my other cheek. i watched as his face was now inches away from mine. i felt like my heart had completely stopped beating

“and the only man who can do that for you is me” he said before he gently kissed me. i was so shocked that for the first 2 seconds of the kiss i was completely still. after i got over the initial shock i kissed him back. after a few seconds, he pulled back. we stared at each other for a minute while we caught our breaths before i leaned forwards and kissed him again, in which he immediately kissed me back. this time satoru put his tongue in my mouth. the feeling of his tongue against my tongue made me moan. i put both of my hands in satoru’s hair and he gently laid me on my back, my head now resting on my pillow. satoru broke the kiss and looked at me for a second before he started kissing me neck. i moaned again, a little louder this time. my hands still in his hair. i’ve never experienced this feeling before in my life. i could feel satoru’s dick against my leg. i moved down slightly so that it was touching right where i wanted him. i started grinding myself against him and closed my eyes at how good it felt.

“f-fuck, you’re killing me y/n” satoru said as he stopped kissing and sucking my neck and looked at me. the eye contacting we were holding was enough to make me cum right then and there. satoru put both of his hands on my hips to keep them firmly in place. he then started to slowly grind himself against my pussy as i wrapped my legs around his waist. i was so thankful that we both had thin pjs on. my eyes rolled to the back of my head

“oh my go- toru don’t stop… yes” i moaned, now gripping his hand that was pinning my hips down against the bed

“fuckkk… you look so sexy right now” satoru said as he looked down at me. i could feel his dick getting harder and harder by the second

“toru… please fuck me” i said between moans. satoru groaned at my words before he bent back down, kissing me again. his hips kept grinding against me, his pace quickening

“please…please..please toru please” i said, begging him to fuck me. i reached in-between our bodies until i felt the waistband of satoru’s pants. i was about to put my hand inside of his pants before satoru grabbed my hand, stopping my movements. he stopped moving against me and just looked at me for a few seconds, catching his breath

“are you a virgin?” he asked me

“n-no” i said, avoiding eye contact because of the embarrassment of still being a virgin

“don’t lie to me y/n” satoru said

“yes…” i answered, still not making eye contact

“y/n…. i can’t have sex with you” satoru said as he sat full up, i sat up after him

“why not? it it because i’m a virgin? i can take it i promise” i told him. he laughed at me before speaking

“you being a virgin is a small reason why, but not the main reason” he said

“then why?” i asked him

“i don’t want to upset suguru. he would kill me. plus you’re high right now… how do i know that this is what you actually want and it’s not just the weed making you feel this way?, how do i know you actually want me to be your first time?” he said as he laid down on the other side of my pillow

“what?! how would suguru even find out? i won’t tell him” i said as i turned to look at him

“i already left a hickey on your neck. i wasn’t thinking, i got too caught up in the moment” satoru said as he pointed to the hickey on my neck

“i don’t care what he says. i’m 18 now i can do whatever i want!” i said, slightly frustrated that satoru was making it seem like i can’t do anything with my brother’s permission

“y/n…”

“i want you satoru. i’ve never wanted someone so much before in my entire life… it’s always been you. i want you to want me too” i said to him. he was silent for a little bit before he grabbed me by my arm and had me lay down on his chest

“trust me y/n, i want you. i just want to wait for the right moment to take you…because once i fuck you, you’re mine forever” he said. i looked up at him, heart fluttering at his words

“ your boyfriend just broke up with you.. i don’t want you acting rashly. you’re also a virgin so i feel like you might be in a rush to lose your virginity… an 18 year old virgin.. i can’t believe it” satoru said, teasing me. i lightly slapped him on the chest

“not funny” i said. he laughed and grabbed my face before he pulled me into a passionate kiss

“this isn’t fair. you got me all worked up and horny just for you not to fuck me” i told him

“did that yuta guy ever make you cum?” satoru asked me. i shook my head no

“no, we never did anything sexual… he was too busy fucking maki and eating her out” i said and rolled my eyes

“so… you’ve really never gotten head before?” satoru asked

“no. never” i told him honestly. the look in his eyes changed

“lay down” he told me. i opened my mouth to ask why before he cut me off

“now. and take your pants off” he said. i immediately did what he said, feeling excited. i watched satoru get on his knees and then open my legs. i immediately covered my pussy with my hands, feeling extremely shy even though my panties were still on. satoru started laughing

“don’t be shy now” he teased. he slowly removed my hands

“relax baby, i’m going to take good care of you” he said as he slowly pulled my panties down. my embarrassment started to slowly dissipate as i got more horny looking at him

“you’re this wet after a little bit of dry humping?” he asked while laughing

“shut up toru” i said, a smile on my face. satoru took my panties all the way off, throwing them on the floor with my pants before he looked me in the eyes

“are you sure?” he asked me, any hints of joking completely gone

“positive toru” i said as i smiled at him. he smiled back at me and laid down on his stomach. he slowly ran his finger in between my folds before he stopped at my clit. he started rubbing slow circles on my clit. i bit my lip so i wouldn’t be too loud. i started breathing harder as my heart starting racing faster

“i wanna hear your pretty moans baby” he said. before i could respond to him i felt his warm tongue lick up my pussy. he ran his tongue back down before going up again, this time stop at my clit and circling it with his tongue. his lips then latched onto my clit and he began sucking on it. my hands immediately went to his hair as i started tugging on it. i sat up some to watch him, moaning flying out of my mouth every second. satoru looked up at me and kept suck on my clit without breaking eye contact with me

“toru… you look so fucking good… don’t stop baby” i said, moaning his name. he moaned, clearly turned on by my moans. the vibration from his voice made my body jump in shock and pleasure. he used his left hand to grab my thigh to keep my legs apart as his right hand came up and started massaging my other thigh. satoru stopped sucking on my clit and sat up on his knees again, his face was glistening with my wetness mixed in with his spit. i was about to ask him why he stopped before an entirely new sensation ripped through my body. satoru put one of his fingers inside of me

“t-toru” i said, out of breath

“let me know if you want me to stop or if it’s too much for you okay?” he said as he looked at me, i nodded my head and felt him start to move his finger in and out of me. satoru never took his eyes off of me, he watched every reaction i had to this fingers. he then slowly entered another finger and then a third. my face was full of tears, it felt so good, my mind couldn’t catch up with the pleasure. i had my eyes screwed shut, moaning uncontrollably as i begged satoru not to stop. his pace began to pick up

“fuck… you’re so tight” satoru said while biting his lip. i felt him start to hump against my leg, feeling just how hard he was. i started to feel a weird feeling in my lower abdomen

“toru-“ i said but all the words were knocked out of my body as satoru had began sucking on my clit again as his finger’s continued pumping in and out of me

“satoru… satoru!! i’m going to cum” i yelled, my back arching off of the bed. after a few more seconds, i came. satoru kept fingering me and sucking on my clit until i was too sensitive to take anymore

“so how was it?… let me guess… spectacular?” satoru said as he looked at me, sitting back up with a big grin on his handsome face. i smiled

“more than that” i said as i pulled him on top of me by his shirt and kissed him. he kissed me back and we made out for a little bit. after he pulled away i yawned, now suddenly feeling very tired

“are you tired now?” satoru asked me

“a little” i told him, getting comfortable in bed

“put your pants back on before your brother walks in here tomorrow morning and sees you” he said as he laughed, standing up and grabbing my clothes off the floor before handing them to me. i lazily grabbed the clothes and began putting my panties back on without getting all the way out of bed. i saw satoru walk over towards the bedroom door

“where are you going?” i asked him, stopping my movements

“to double check that the front door is locked and then to my room” he said as he turned to look at me

“can’t you sleep in here tonight?” i asked him

“you want me to sleep in here?” he asked me. i quickly nodded my head and he smiled

“okay, let me go check the front door and then i’ll be back” he said before he disappeared into the hallway. i continued putting my panties on and then my pants before i got comfortable again in my bed and waited for satoru to come back. after a little bit longer, satoru walked through my door, closing it behind him

“sorry it took a little longer, i had to grab my charger from my suitcase” he said

“it’s okay” i said and smiled at him.

“i brought your phone from downstairs too” he said as he handed me my phone. i told him thank you as i turned and put it on the charger. i read the time and saw that it was 3:21am. i heard satoru plug his charger into the socket before putting his phone on the charger and then placing his phone down on the dresser on the other side of my bed. he then laid down next to me. i scooted over until my head was against his chest. i looked up at him as he looked down at me. i couldn’t believe satoru was laying in my bed right now

“goodnight toru”

“goodnight princess”

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WHEWWWWW this chapter was longgggg, it literally took me 6 straight hours to type out, i make up the chapters as i go so it takes a while. it’s probably gonna be a few days until i get the next chapter out. while i was typing this chapter i kinda felt like y/n’s aging was confusing. she turned 15 and was a sophomore but she graduated and is 18? so lets just act like all of that makes sense, since i didn’t realize my mistake until now lol. anyways i hope you all enjoyed this chapter, i’m not very good at writing smut scenes. please let me know if it was bad lmaooo, see y’all in the next chapter… byeeee

#gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jjk suguru #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu gojo #smut #yuta okkotsu #maki zenin #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujustu kaisen #yuki jjk #gojo smut #satoru smut

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freeuselandonorris · 3 months

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☰ for Monday, with the “who did this to you” trope? Love your fics <33

(from the fic ask game)

HI ANON i am so sorry this has taken me a million years to answer, i started weirdly overthinking it??

my understanding of the ‘who did this to you?’ trope is it’s very hurt/comfort-centric, which is not a genre i write very often (hence probably why i overthought this for so long lmao).

if i was to approach a remix of monday from this angle i think i’d like to do it from lando POV and explore more of why he’s so insecure and why it takes him so long to trust that oscar genuinely really likes him and isn’t just looking for a quick fuck to take the edge off. there’d be more of a focus on lando’s past relationships and in particular how he went from being a slightly nerdy kid (like, he looked twelve until he was about twenty) to suddenly being a millionaire heartthrob with a huge social media following. but he also self-describes as a simp (in the lando norris vs slang video) and clearly wants to be in a “real” relationship rather than just fucking about, so i’d look at what happened to him to make him so cautious with his heart.

proooobably this would end up with past dando or carlando? i have a mild aversion to carlos so i’d probably go for fuckboy daniel ngl.

i think it’d take oscar quite a long time to actually get round to asking lando what happened — partly because he’s got a bit of an attitude of “well, lando will tell me in his own time if it’s important to him” but also because there’s a bit of him that doesn’t really want to know, especially because he’s got a pretty good idea it involves another driver. he’d probably bring it up pretty idly, in the end — lando would make some veiled comment about how netflix would have creamed their collective pants if they’d known the half of it while oscar’s scrolling past DTS trying to find something to watch, and oscar would very casually… actually, y’know what.

Lando feels Oscar go still next to him and mentally kicks himself. Might’ve known Oscar wouldn’t let that one drop.

“So are you, like.” Oscar wets his lips and shifts on the bed, curling up so Lando’s tucked further into his chest. Lando presses himself back, drawing Oscar’s arm around him. “I dunno. Did something happen? With Dan.”

Lando closes his eyes, considers his options. It’s tempting to squirm back against Oscar’s body, press his arse into his crotch and slip Oscar’s hand under the hem of his T-shirt until he forgets the line of questioning, forgets he was saying anything at all. It’s mad, really, the way he responds: Lando only has to pull his shirt up, bite his lip a certain way, and he’ll have Oscar distracted and reaching for him, even now. It’s been months. Lando’s experienced it before, that first flush of desire when he can use his body to control how someone feels about him. It rarely lasts, though, once the novelty wears off.

Which is sort of the point.

He sighs, aware it sounds a bit huffy, and picks up his phone so he can flick through his notifications while he speaks. “I mean, I guess? It was just stupid, though.”

Oscar breathes behind him, slow and deliberate. He hums into Lando’s hair, strokes a thumb over the ticklish spot on Lando’s waist, the dip just above the ridge of muscle that delineates his hip.

Lando swipes through notifs from Discord, Instagram, iMessage, WhatsApp, Reddit, Sky Sport. Dismissing each without seeing it. He laughs, and it comes out all wrong, harsh in the back of his throat and defensive. God. Wet as fuck. “It was just — I mean, he was fucking miserable, you saw him. So I guess he just wanted a pick-me-up, y’know.”

“Right,” Oscar says, voice unreadable. He’s so fucking blank sometimes. Lando fights the urge to turn round and scrutinise his face, opens his emails instead and starts deleting anything that doesn’t look vital.

“He said,” Lando says, aiming to deliver it as a joke. “‘I’m straight, but I bet you suck dick like a girl anyway’. Like. What does that even mean?”

Oscar’s thumb stills, just for a moment, then resumes its slow path. “I know that’s offensive, but I can’t tell if it’s sexist or homophobic or both.”

Lando makes a disgruntled sound of agreement. “Yeah, well, whatever. It was — whatever. Wasn’t anything.”

“You said,” Oscar says mildly. “But I can see why you’d… Why it’d make you cautious.”

Lando sighs. Thinks of Luisa, showing him screenshots, her face streaked with tears. Watching the comments roll in, badly spelled threats he didn’t even bother reporting. The way Carlos never quite relaxed around him once people started tagging them in stupid ship videos. Googling how do you make someone sign an nda locked in an unfamiliar bathroom, mouth sour with vodka, head spinning. Waking up at 5am in lockdown, Max hyperventilating next to him. The girl from Raya he’d sent flowers to, trying to do the thing properly and be romantic, only to find she’d blocked him ten minutes after he got the Your package was successfully delivered email.

“It wasn’t him,” Lando says, locking his phone and putting it face down on the nightstand. He turns, tangling his legs between Oscar’s and leaning in to nip at his jaw, breathing in the familiar smell of Oscar’s basic aftershave. Oscar's arms tighten around him. His cheeks curve into a smile beneath Lando's mouth. “It doesn’t matter.”

#hopefully this baby ficlet makes up for my tardiness in replying!#think it's unblocked me after a few days of feeling frustrated with writing so hooray for that #apologies to dan i needed a villain #mctwinks #fic meta #answered #mondayverse #prompt fill

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sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully · 1 year

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I have like a horrible staring problem and usually make eye contact like a pro when talking to people due to my parents just driving those mannerisms into me lmao how would Wally react to someone with somewhat similar manners to him? (unconfessed crushes please ^^)

REAL, REAL, ME TOO…….

Thank you for requesting !! >:] I think this one’ll be interesting to write HEHHE

Staring Contest(s)

Wally Darling x Reader who Stares (no idea how to word it HAHA)

CWs // Scopophobia (fear of being stared at), slight unreality if you look for it!! Please stay safe, lovelies! (A version without the unreality will be posted soon!) Edit, here's the version without Unreality! Stay safe and well, lovelies!! : Version Without any Unreality

Drabble Format, Unconfessed (Romantic) Crushes

Settling onto the rickety, colourful bench located within the town— you’d hum, eyes shut.

You had moved in months ago— had it been longer?— into the town. You were adjusted; you were known. You were friends with the neighbours!.. But a certain one did make your chest tighten a bit, and your cheeks warm. And— oh!

Speak of the Devil!

Tapping your shoulder with an uneven smile was Wally Darling, head tilted idly. You were pulled from your thoughts in the clouds— how long had you been sitting there?— as he hummed out your name curiously.

“…There you are, friend.. ha ha ha!” As he chuckled, you felt your cheeks warm a bit— and you stared at him, waiting for him to speak again.

.. But he didn’t, not for a good moment— leading to you two having some.. intense eye contact.

This wasn’t uncommon, he had grown accustomed to you holding the same mannerism— but when you two had first met? Why, it did catch him a bit off guard.. Many of his neighbours hardly partook in eye contact at all, he had gotten used to flickering gazes— but you did not possess that. You stared into him, and he stared into you.

It turned out to be something you both bonded over. He held eye contact because he wasn’t sure where else to look, and he felt like it was polite, along with just genuinely liking eye contact; you held eye contact because you had been taught to since you were young. Either way, it’d lead to many, many interactions of you both just.. kind of having an indirect staring contest as you both spoke, and gestured. Sometimes, those interactions would fall into silence— and.. well, you just.. assumed he blinked at the same time you did, because— at some point— you realized you hadn’t seen him blink. Like.. ever.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, though, surely.

“.. Can I sit with you?” He spoke with a soft smile, eyes still boring into your own— and you’d nod!

Soon, the small puppet was seated beside you, head craned to peek up at you.

“What are you up to, neighbour?”

You gave some polite answer about “just relaxing” as he continued to smile up at you.

.. were.. his pupils wiggling?-

“Ha ha ha! I hope you don’t mind if I join you, then, friend.” He smiled wider, before tilting his head. Which.. soon led into another staring contest— and the slight dilation and contraction of his pupils you had noticed earlier seemed to get.. more intense, idly. Which, eventually, led to you asking if he was alright.

It immediately stopped.

“Of course I’m okay, friend!.. Why wouldn’t I be?”

It seemed, like for a moment, he was staring through you rather than at you— his gaze focusing in back on you at your concerned glance. Slowly, politely, he’d take one of your hands in his— which made your cheeks feel a bit warm— as he smiled.

“I am okay, friend.. Promise.”

You nodded, and just.. brushed off his odd behaviour. It took you a second, too, but you noticed he just.. kept holding your hand— rubbing his thumbs over it. You felt your cheeks warm a bit more, and you saw his head tilt in response. You just smiled nervously— hoping he wouldn’t notice. But, regardless of if he did or didn’t, though, he’d soon turn your hand upside down— pressing your palms together in some slow, foreign attempt to hold your hand. Interlocking your fingers, he seemed to smile at his ‘work’ as he squeezed your hand. You soon squeezed his in return, which made his grin widen.

“.. I like spending time with you.” He smiled up at your as he spoke, and you— a smidge flustered— returned the sentiment. He just kept smiling, and staring— and for once, your gaze faltered. Flicking on and off.

He just kept staring. Softly.

I hope you enjoyed this!! It was delightfully fun to write:] and I hope incorporated all the aspects well!!

Also not proof read! I am lazy! Have merrrcyyy!!!

Have a lovely day!!

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #sighsdeeplyanddreadfully #welcome home #welcome home wally darling #reader insert #x reader #headcanons #unreality #scopophobia

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sheridans-dynamos · 2 years

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Time Makes You Bolder

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: After defeating Vecna and getting your dad back, everything seems almost perfect in Hawkins, almost... until you realize that your newest friend, Eddie, has been acting a little strange around you.

Word count: 8.6k (oops?)

A/N: Here I am, officially on the Eddie train! I mean, I’ve loved him since the start, but I’ve finally written for him! Wasn’t expecting it to turn out this long, but that’s just where the story was taking me. I’m kinda proud of this one, not gonna lie, so I hope you guys like it!! (Special shoutout to @thedevilwearsvibranium for proofreading this for me, and coming up with a summary for me cause I was struggling lmao)

"Bye, Dad!" you spoke out into the cabin with your hand on the door, ready to make a quick getaway.

But not quick enough it seemed, for your father appeared in the door frame of his room before you even managed to turn the handle. "Woah there, kiddo. Where you headed like that?" Hopper questioned, his arms crossing over his chest.

You groaned as you turned towards him, letting your back rest against the door as you eyed your father.

You had been incredibly thrilled to find out he was alive, you missed him so much while he was "dead." You remembered your reunion and how you felt in that moment as if it was yesterday, even though it was actually close to five months ago now.

You, him and your sister, Eleven, had hugged each other and cried until all the tears had left your body. And you spent the few days following never leaving each other's side, having so much to catch each other up on in all of your respective lives.

Spring Break had been rough, with Vecna and the whole Upside Down mess. It wasn't the first time you had to deal with all of that, but it still wasn't easy.

Many times you had feared for the lives of your friends, the friends you'd had for years now, and also the ones you'd just made through this most recent brush with certain death.

Eddie had come really close to dying that day you defeated Vecna, but thankfully he'd made it through the fight thanks to your help.

Things were much calmer now, and it felt good to be able to just live your life like a normal person, graduate with your friends (yes, even Eddie finally got that damn piece of paper) and now enjoy your summer with everyone.

And as much as you'd missed your dad, that was something you hadn't missed. That overprotectiveness and constant questioning of your whereabouts. Even though you couldn't really blame him, considering everything that happened over the last three years, it was still exhausting.

"Just going over to Family Video to meet up with some friends, then we'll probably go hang out at the field a bit, I don't know," you answered his question, hoping that would be the end of it.

"That Harrington boy again? I still don't trust that kid," he gruffed, and you chuckled, amused that you were still at this point. Your dad had never really liked you being friends with Steve, always saying he didn't trust "boys like that" with his daughter, that they only want one thing and blah blah blah.

"Yes. And Nancy, and Robin, and… maybe someone else. And by the way, Dad, 'That Harrington boy,' as you call him, only has eyes for Nancy, you don't have anything to worry about," you tried to reassure him once again, even though you knew it wouldn't do much to calm his ever worrying mind.

"Hmm. Well. Have fun, then. And don't be home too late. And don't have too much fun," Hopper said as he slowly uncrossed his arms.

You smiled at him and his grumpy demeanor, thinking once more of just how much you'd missed him. You dropped your bag on the table next to the door, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He seemed surprised for a second, but quickly returned the gesture, holding you close to his chest.

"What's this for?" he mumbled against your head.

"I just love you, that's all," you responded as you pulled away, finally getting to exit the cabin.

Hopper smiled to himself as you closed the door and made your way to your car. "I love you, too, kiddo."

You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel of your car as you drove towards the video store, your head slightly bopping to the music you were listening to with your windows down. As much as you loved the current popular music, you couldn't let go of that one album from over ten years ago that just filled you with so many emotions. Fleetwood Mac's self titled album had seen you through so many tough times in your life, it would forever be your favorite.

Not that people knew that. You had a deep love for music, but mostly kept it to yourself. You could discuss music related things with people, but you liked to keep the songs and artists that mattered most to you close to your chest, not willing to let people intrude upon it.

You pulled into the parking lot at Family Video, turning your car off as you stepped out and made your way towards the door. You could already hear Steve and Robin bickering about something.

Their voices became clearer as you opened the door, making the bell ring, which would usually alert them to your presence, but they seemed too engrossed in their debate to notice now.

"Robin, she's not-" Steve was saying, but Robin quickly interrupted him.

"No, I'm telling you, she definitely has- Oh, hi Y/N! Didn't see ya there!" She abruptly stopped what she had been saying when she finally became aware of your presence, starting to fidget, which caused you to frown at her.

"Who were you talking about?" you questioned.

"Oh, you know, just… someone," Steve shrugged vaguely.

"A- a girl Steve likes!" Robin blurted, and Steve elbowed her, but she swatted at his arm, dismissing his protest. "Yeah, totally. We were talking about this girl Steve likes, and I was just telling him that obviously she likes him, cause, ya know, he's Steve and all," she finished off with an eye roll, which made you chuckle.

"So, who's the lucky girl, then?" you asked him. You were a bit surprised to hear he was into someone, considering how you knew he felt about Nancy. But if this could help him move on and be happy, then good for him.

"Oh, you know, it's um- just some girl," he told you, pretty much only echoing his answer from earlier. You eyed him cautiously, wondering why he didn't seem to want to share any information with you about this mystery girl.

"Okayyy," you let the word stretch, still confused, your mind turning over the possibilities, but snapping back to reality as Robin clapped her hands once, loudly.

"Alright, now that you're here, let's get going! Nancy is meeting us at the field."

You waited for her to continue, as there was still one person unaccounted for in your little friend group, but she kept silent as she hopped over the counter to make her way to the door, forcing you to say, "What about Eddie?"

The grin on Steve's face made you narrow your eyes, wondering why your question elicited such a response from him, but not thinking too much of it. "Oh don't worry, Eddie's probably already there, waiting for us." He winked at you, and you waved your arm off, dismissing this odd behavior as typical Steve shenanigans. Who knew why that man did any of what he did.

"Okay, well, let's go then! We shouldn't keep him waiting." You gestured for Steve to join you on this side of the counter and he obliged, the grin still ever present on his face as he jogged past you, ruffling your hair on his way and making you groan in annoyance.

"Dammit, Harrington," you grunted, smoothing your hair as you followed your friends out.

You walked a little bit behind Steve and Robin, watching them with a fond smile as they kept bumping shoulders in fake little tackles. You never had many friends growing up, but one good thing the Upside Down had brought to your life was this group of people.

You could see Nancy and Eddie sitting on a blanket a bit further down the path. You hurried along as you saw Eddie wave you over, his arm moving in nearly frantic gestures, with Nancy chuckling beside him, an amused smile on her face as she shook her head gently.

"Hi guys," you said as you let yourself plop down into a lying position on the blanket, having left Steve and Robin behind in your little run over to your hanging spot.

You let your head fall onto Nancy's lap, and she put her hand on your face, smoothing some hair out of your face as she greeted you. "Hey, Y/N."

You saw Eddie look at you with an odd expression on his face, but the second your eyes locked, he quickly looked away. You frowned slightly, but, deciding not to let the odd moment ruin your mood, you nudged the side of his thigh with your foot. "Hey, butthead."

"What?" he chuckled, but still avoided looking directly at you.

"You didn't say hi to me," you replied, poking his leg to make him look at you, which he finally did, albeit somewhat reluctantly.

"Oh. Sorry. Hello, angel," he mumbled, his hand coming to rest on your foot that was still on his thigh. You looked at him carefully, trying to assess him.

You never really understood Eddie. One minute he'd be all strange around you, barely acknowledging you, as if he didn't want to be around you, and then the next, he'd be all sweet, calling you pet names. It shouldn't affect you, and it didn't, not really, you told yourself. After all, it didn't mean anything. But you couldn't help the weird feeling you got in the pit of your stomach every time he called you something other than your name.

"Hey dinguses," Robin said as she finally made it to your spot, nudging your leg with her own.

"Move that leg outta the way and let me sit here. Unless you're hoping Eddie'll give you a foot massage or something." She wiggled her eyebrows at you, and you scoffed, moving and coming into a sitting position to allow her to come sit down next to you, now having her between you and Eddie. You felt a mix of relief and disappointment at the lost proximity. But both feelings were a bit too much to try and process when you were supposed to be having a fun time with your friends.

Robin leaned in close to you to whisper in your ear in a conspiratorial tone. "Sorry 'bout that. Wanna switch spots?"

You turned to her, confused by the question. Had your weird little emotional turmoil just now been that easy to read? You shook your head. No, there was no way she knew. There wasn't even anything to know, for crying out loud. Yes, sure, you were maybe a little more excited to go somewhere when you knew Eddie would be there. And he could make you laugh like no one else did, but that didn't have to mean something more than what it was, which was Eddie being a good friend, whom you'd grown to care a lot for over the last months.

"What? Why would I wanna switch spots? I'm fine here. And what are you sorry about?" you replied in the same whisper tone. She gave you a knowing look that seemed to say 'Oh, come on, you know why.' and you glared at her, dismissing her non verbal statement with your hand before turning to face Steve, who seemed to just be staring longingly at Nancy with no subtlety whatsoever from the tree he was leaning against a little bit further from the blanket everyone else was on.

You got up and made your way to him, snapping him out of his daze when you bumped your shoulder against his arm and spoke. "Hey, loverboy."

"Hmm?" his noncommittal response made you realize he hadn't actually snapped out of it, and you went in front of him to interrupt his line of sight before someone else noticed, especially Nancy.

"Steve. You're staring. And you're not even trying to be subtle about it." You sighed, feeling bad for your friend. You knew he never fully got over Nancy, but it seemed to have gotten worse since the events of Spring Break.

"What? I wasn't staring, staring at who? Who's staring?" he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed you.

"Steve, please, you were practically drooling on the ground with your eyes glued to Nancy," you chuckled.

"Oh please, like you're one to talk," he replied.

"What are you talking about?" you questioned, having no idea what he was referring to.

Steve brought a hand to his face, his palm effectively slamming right onto his face. "Shit," he groaned. "Nothing, I'm just um- just projecting. Deflecting. Yeah, that's the word, deflecting." He accompanied his statement with a firm nod of his head, as you eyed him curiously.

"O…kay?" you said hesitantly. "Are you alright, Steve? I know how hard it can be, I mean, I can imagine, to have feelings for someone who you have to see all the time, but can't be with."

You put a reassuring hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze in an attempt to provide some comfort.

"Who, Nancy?" he said in a voice a bit higher than his normal register. The look you gave him made him reconsider his well thought out rebuttal. "Fine, yeah. It's hard. But it's okay, I'm dealing, best as I can, I guess."

You smiled sadly, bringing your arms around him to pull him into a hug, holding on to him for a few seconds before pulling back slightly and saying, "I'm here for you, Steve, always."

A grateful smile appeared on his face as he looked at you. "Same goes here. If you ever need to talk about anything, or anyone, I'm here."

You nodded, taking his hand to pull him back towards the rest of your friend group. You felt eyes on you as you approached, almost burning a hole into the back of your head, but when you turned to see who it was and your eyes locked with Eddie's, he quickly looked away, once again.

You were the only two left now, the rest of your friends all having gone home for the night.

Eddie had seemed a bit off still for a little while, but now that it was just you two, he was back to normal, joking around with you and making you practically forget about anything other than him in that moment.

He was currently going on about a new song he was learning to play on his guitar, explaining to you a particularly tricky chord change he was having some trouble with. You couldn't help the little smile that appeared on your face as you listened to him, seeing him so happy and passionate about something just couldn't do anything but make you happy as well.

You would've stayed there all night with him if you could've, just sitting together, talking about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company. You had spent many nights doing just that back when he was still wanted for murder and you all took turns staying with him to make sure he was alright.

But things were different now, your dad was back, and that was the greatest thing you could've ever hoped for. But it also meant no staying out all night, especially not with a guy, otherwise a search party would soon be organised to find you.

You looked at your watch, knowing you had to head back soon if you didn't want your dad to freak out on you.

By now you were both sitting on the ground in comfortable silence. Your shoulders almost touching, but not quite. It was often so easy being around Eddie, you weren't sure when or why things had started to feel more complicated with you two.

“I'm gonna have to get going," you said reluctantly, wishing you could enjoy this moment of normalcy with him a bit longer.

He nodded his head. "Right, right, yes," he said, nodding his head once more, as if trying to bring himself back from wherever his mind had wandered off to. "Do you need a ride home?"

You shook your head as you tried to rise, but Eddie was quicker, jumping onto his feet and extending his hand to you, which you gladly took, letting him pull you to your feet. He had tugged with a little more force than necessary, causing you to stumble into him. Your breath caught in your throat for a second, as you stayed pressed against him much longer than necessary, before you realized fully what had just happened and you pushed yourself away, chuckling awkwardly as you dusted off your pants with your hands. "Thanks," you breathed. "And thanks for the ride offer, but I actually came here with my car, it's right over there, so I'm good." You pointed at the little path where your car was parked.

"Oh, yeah, totally, right. Okay yeah, well, goodnight I guess, then," he rambled on, avoiding your eye as he backed away, probably towards where he had parked his own van. "Get home safe, yeah?" he added, finally looking up at you as he awaited your confirmation, probably also wanting to keep an eye on you as you made your way back to your car.

"Yeah. You too, Munson. Stay safe out there."

He seemed to cringe a bit at your words, but quickly masked the expression with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, giving you a little nod. "Always."

You nodded too, turning away to get to your car. Once you sat in the driver's seat, you groaned in exasperation, wondering what had gone wrong. Things had been normal again between you two, until they weren't.

It had to be that moment when he pulled you up and you bumped into him. It wouldn't have been a big deal, if you could've just been normal about it. But no, instead you had to stay there longer than you should have and practically gawk at him, making things awkward. That must've been why he'd been so uncomfortable after that.

You let your head fall onto the steering wheel with another groan, the loud honk of your car making you jump back as you realized your mistake, seeing Eddie turn rapidly towards you, concern evident in his eyes.

You rolled your window down to shout to him, "Sorry, it was an accident! Everything is good!"

He seemed to hesitate for a second, but then gave a small nod and continued towards his car.

You willed yourself to start the drive home, suddenly feeling an intense craving for your bed, burying yourself under a ton of blankets, and forgetting everything about this disastrous end to your otherwise pleasant day.

You were on your bed, listening to some music as you read a comic book, trying to relax after a long day at work. You hadn't had much time to see your friends in the last couple of days, with your job keeping you quite busy.

You had considered going out tonight, but instead opted for a quiet night in, taking advantage of the fact that you were home alone to put your music as loud as you wanted.

But despite the volume, you still heard the faint noise of the telephone ringing in the other room. You sighed as you forced yourself to get up, leaving the comic book face down on the bed to remember what page you were on.

"Hello?" you answered the phone, not sure who was calling, but you knew the list of possibilities wasn't all that long.

"Hey, kiddo." You heard your dad's voice on the other end of the line, and you smiled to yourself. You still weren't fully used to the fact that he was back, that your family life was back.

"Hey, Dad. What's up?"

"Do you think you could go pick up your sister at Max's? She was supposed to sleep over there again tonight but something came up. I didn't really get what, something about that Sinclair kid I think. But anyways, I have a few things to finish up here at the station before I can get going, and I don't want her walking home by herself at night," your dad finished, and you let your back fall against the wall, groaning internally at the prospect. There went your quiet night in. But at least it gave you an excuse for a little late night drive, which also meant blasting your favorite albums in the car.

"Yeah, no problem, I'll leave right now," you told him.

You heard him sigh in relief, and you shook your head slightly at how stressed out he'd been over this simple thing. Although, to be fair to him, considering the lives you all led, it was understandable that he might be concerned. "Thanks, kiddo. I owe you one."

"Don't mention it. Alright, I'm gonna get going. Bye, Dad, love you."

"Love you, too, kiddo," your dad said before hanging up the phone. It wasn't something you'd always been able to say easily before, especially through a tumultuous father/teenage daughter relationship. But after everything you both went through, you liked to say it to each other as often as possible.

You took a few steps towards the kitchen table, where you had left your keys, and grabbed a jacket before heading out to the trailer park.

You got out of your car, looking towards Max's trailer. You started to make your way there, but out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that the door to Eddie's trailer wasn't fully closed. Concern for your friend instantly took hold of you, and you cautiously approached the trailer, wishing you had some sort of weapon on you.

You figured your sister could stay at Max's a few minutes longer while you investigated this. Although, she could've been useful if something bad was going on, but it was probably nothing, so you didn't want to worry her for nothing. But, considering everything that happened a few months ago, you couldn't be too sure of that fact, so you had to go and make sure.

When you got to the door, you called out Eddie's name, but no answer came. You knocked on the door once, waiting for a reaction, but when you still heard nothing from him, you slowly pushed the door, making your way in as you carefully scanned the place. The lights were on in the living room, and nothing seemed to be out of place. As you got closer to Eddie's room, you started to hear the sound of guitar, which instantly brought relief to you. Everything was fine, he'd just forgotten to close his door properly, as he'd done many times before and probably would do many times again in the future, and he hadn't heard you because he was playing his guitar. Although it sounded like it was his acoustic one this time, which he didn't play all that often.

You sighed, feeling as though you'd severely overreacted, and a bit annoyed at him for having worried you like that. You were about to turn around and leave, making sure to close the door properly this time, when you heard the soft finger picking of your favorite song in the whole world. You froze in your spot, then walked to the door of his room and pushed it gently to enter. He didn't notice you at first, too engrossed in his playing to be aware of anything else.

But standing there, you could indeed confirm that he was playing Landslide by Fleetwood Mac, which wasn't something you ever pictured Eddie Munson, the metalhead, playing alone by himself in his room at night.

"Didn't peg you as a Fleetwood Mac fan," you finally spoke up, starting to feel like a bit of a creep, just standing there and watching him play.

His head snapped to you and he jumped back on his bed, nearly throwing his guitar in your direction. He seemed to calm down a bit as he realized who was standing there, but he was still breathing rapidly as he brought a hand to his chest to steady himself. "Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N! What the hell?!"

You raised your hands in surrender, feeling bad for having scared him like that. "Sorry, sorry! The door to your trailer wasn't closed all the way, and I was here to pick up El at Max's, so I got worried and just wanted to check on you, but then… Fleetwood Mac, really? I didn't think that was the kind of stuff you listened to," you went back to your previous statement, too curious and shocked to let that one go. It was a pleasant surprise to hear him play this kind of music, but it just didn't make sense.

Eddie chuckled a little awkwardly, going back to the edge of his bed, where he'd been sitting before when you first came in, and he laid down his guitar gently next to him. "It's not. The kind of stuff I listen to, I mean," he said, and you looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate. "I- um…" his hand came up to scratch at his ear as he avoided your gaze.

You grew more and more confused at his reaction, wondering why he was being so cagey about a song he had been playing.

"I was playin' it 'cause of you," he finally said, but his answer only made you more confused.

"Me?" you asked, the expression on your face making Eddie's own soften as he nodded slightly.

"Yeah. I- uh, you know, with the whole Vecna thing and the music, I thought it'd be a good idea to have your favorite song in my repertoire, just in case," he told you, making your eyes widen in shock.

"How did you know? I've never told anyone this is my favorite song, and we've gotten a lot closer now, but we weren't really back then, so how could you possibly have known?" you questioned. No matter how much you tried to deny any emotions that came up when it came to Eddie, you couldn't deny the complete awe that you were feeling at the fact that he had bothered to do this for you, to protect you.

"Y/N, I sat behind you in English class for a year," he laughed, but something about his demeanor felt a little closed off, like he was embarrassed. "I- well you could say that I… noticed you… And I saw you coming in nearly every day with a Fleetwood Mac cassette in your player. Sometimes Queen, sometimes Billy Joel, but it always went back to that one album. And I heard you mumble the lyrics to Landslide to yourself during boring lectures more times than I could count. So I figured that was the one. But I learned the entire album, just to be safe."

You looked at him, completely dumbfounded. The fact that he had paid attention to these little details was one thing, but that he then held on to them for so long, you had no words.

"Eddie, I- wow," you started, going to sit next to him on the bed, his big brown eyes following your movements closely. "I don't know what to say," you breathed as you looked into his eyes. He seemed self conscious about his confession, but his eyes remained on you all the same.

"You think I'm a creep, now, don't you?" He added a little laugh to his question, as if he was joking, but you could tell from the expression on his face that he was worried.

"What? Oh my god, Eddie, no!" Your hand came to rest on his thigh, and his eyes widened in shock a little at the contact, as it was more intimate than your usual interactions, but you kept going. "This is literally the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. I just can't believe you paid attention to any of that, especially when we didn't even really know each other that well back then. I just-" You paused. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and never let go. But you remembered the weirdness from the other day after your prolonged contact, and hesitated. The last thing you wanted right now was to make things awkward because you read too much into this situation.

"Did you… did you learn to play everyone else's favorite songs?"

He looked away, his hand going through his hair to tame it back as his eyes were fixed on a particularly interesting spot on the floor. "No… no, I didn't." It came out barely above a whisper, but you still heard him.

"Why me?" you asked, your voice as quiet as his. You couldn't help the question, needing to hear the answer from his lips.

"You're really gonna make me say it?" he groaned half heartedly, finally facing you once again. You scrunched your face up as you nodded slightly, causing him to let out a warm laugh before speaking. "Y/N, c'mon now. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. The reason I knew about your favorite song is because I spent so much time looking at you and trying to find a way I could approach you, but I always chickened out. Sitting behind you in class and just being near you was always the best part of my day. And then we became friends and the more I got to know you the harder I fell. I've wanted to tell you this for a while now, but I was scared you'd be creeped out. And I'm sorry if I've been acting weird around you lately, it's just been getting harder and harder to be close to you and stopping myself from kissing you and touching you and God now I definitely sound like a creep, I'm sorry-"

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his, stunning him into silence, but it only took a moment before he reciprocated the kiss, his hands burying themselves into your hair as your own hand came to rest on his chest. A small moan escaped you as Eddie deepened the kiss, and you felt him groan against your mouth at the sound.

You pulled away from him, just enough to be able to breathe, as you let your forehead rest against his own.

"Was that just for my benefit, to shut me up? Or did you mean it?" You could see the grin on his face as he said it, probably still needing the reassurance, even though your actions had spoken louder than words.

You pecked his lips once more, backing a bit further away this time so you could look at him properly.

"I meant every second of it," you said with a smile on your face, even though you could tell he already knew that from the way he was looking at you with stars in his eyes. "I've been lying to myself for so long, now, Eddie. From the moment I met you, I've been drawn to you. And that feeling grew stronger and stronger as we started to spend time together, but I always dismissed it as friendship. I didn't want it to be more than that, cause I was scared you wouldn't feel the same way. But I'm tired of running from myself, running from you, and from my own happiness. I've been happier this summer than I have in years, and that's in great part because of you. And if being your friend makes me this happy, I can't even imagine how happy I'll be getting what I really want with you," you finished, the smile on your face growing as you went on, feeling incredible relief at finally allowing yourself to be true to your own feelings.

Eddie's hand came to cup your face, and you leaned into his touch with a content sigh. He brought his face less than an inch from yours, mumbling against your lips before kissing you once more, "Fuck, I love you so much, darling."

"I love you, too, Eddie," you replied as soon as you had enough space to do so, but quickly closing in the distance between you two once more.

You hadn't been able to stay nearly as long as you would've liked making out with Eddie on his bed. There had been a reason for your presence at the trailer park in the first place, and you couldn't bail on your big sister duties. So you had, reluctantly, said goodbye to Eddie, and he promised to call you in the morning as he peppered your face with kisses.

El had been suspicious of your dreamy state as you picked her up, but you didn't feel ready to tell her about you and Eddie just yet, so you'd played it off, and she didn't press you further.

You were now back in your room, El in her own, and your dad still at work for God knew how long. You were doing your best to try to concentrate on your previously abandoned comic book, but your mind simply wasn't there.

All you could do was remember the feeling of Eddie's hands on you, the taste of his lips against yours, the sound of his voice, calling your name…

No. That last one wasn't a memory. You really could hear Eddie calling your name right now.

You rose from your bed, walking to your window carefully and drawing the curtains open, only to see a grinning Eddie standing out your window, looking up at you.

"Hey, angel. I know I said I'd call you tomorrow, but I couldn't wait that long to have you in my arms again," he said to you in a dramatic way, which made you laugh quietly. It hit you in that moment that you were in for a lot of theatrics, jumping into something with this man. But you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Hold on a second!" you whispered to him before opening the door to your room, making sure El was still in her own room. You scanned the cabin quickly, saw her door closed and felt satisfied with your conclusion, and so you turned back around, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible behind you.

You leaned over the window, extending an arm out to him, as the window wasn't all that far off the ground. "Come on, get in here, you drama queen," you told him, laughing as he grabbed on to your arm and you tried to haul him up into your room, you both struggling under the effort.

You finally managed to pull him in, but stumbled back as you did, and his arms wrapped around you protectively, causing him to join in on your fall onto your bed, him landing promptly on top of you.

You both laughed at the situation, exhausted from the effort, as he settled himself, one arm on each side of you, propping himself up as he essentially caged you on your bed.

"Hey now, you calling me a drama queen cause I'm missing my girl?" he asked, bumping his nose against yours and you laughed once more, having no idea how this became your life so fast, but you absolutely were not complaining.

"Your girl, huh?" you repeated, and he grinned at you, but you could see a bit of a question in his eyes, as if he was worried he was moving too fast. "I like that," you whispered before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in close to you for a kiss.

You had no idea how long you and him got lost in each other. It could've been minutes, just like it could've been hours. Time didn't seem to matter at all when you were with Eddie. All you knew was that this could actually be heaven.

Well, it would've been heaven, had it not been for-

"Hey, I'm ho- what the fuck is this?" Eddie jumped away from you so fast the second you both heard the voice of your father resound in your room. You had no idea how you'd missed him coming in, you usually always heard the door. Eddie really was one hell of a distraction.

Your dad had his hands into fists resting on his hips in a disapproving dad stance, and if this situation wasn't so mortifying, you'd probably be laughing about it.

"Sir, I-" Eddie started, scrambling to get off the bed, but your dad raised a hand out and Eddie instantly shut his mouth.

"No. Nope. You. Out," he gritted out, and you could see the utter fear on Eddie's face. You were almost worried he wouldn't want anything to do with you from now on, knowing how scary your dad could be. You saw him give you a sheepish look before he turned to the window, but your dad spoke again, "Through the door, young man."

Eddie turned once more, giving a small nod as he made his way to the door, wincing as he had to get past your dad to leave your room.

The second he was gone, you let yourself fall onto the bed once more, a heavy sigh escaping you.

"Dad, seriously?"

His hand came back into its original position, resuming his angry dad stance. Now that you thought of it, it was a stance you'd seen Steve in more times than you could count when he was interacting with the kids.

"Oh, me, seriously? I'm sorry, was I the one having sex in the room next to her sister's, with some shaggy-"

"Hey, don't bad mouth Eddie just cause you're mad," you cut him off. "He's a great guy, dad, best one I've ever met, actually. Aside from you, that is." You added that last part with a bit of hesitation, considering how mad you were at him at that moment, but you couldn't deny that it was true, so you had to say it.

"Flattery won't work on me here, kiddo," your father huffed, but you could see he'd softened a bit.

"And we weren't having sex, by the way. Just kissing. Not that I'm not planning on it in the future, cause Dad, I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm an adult now. And I love Eddie. I didn't know I did until recently, but I've realized I've loved him for a long time now. And I'm not giving that up. I know you love me and you want to protect me, but I need you to respect me enough to let me make my own decisions." You exhaled a breath after that little speech, having said more than you had expected. It was a conversation that was long overdue between you two, but it wasn't something you'd planned on getting into tonight.

"Alright, yeah, I get what you're saying," your dad admitted, albeit a little reluctantly, as he came to sit down on your bed. You rose into a sitting position to sit beside him. "But it's hard for me, seeing my little girl all grown up like that. It's gonna take me some getting used to. But I promise I'll try, alright?" He put his hand on your shoulder, and you smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him to hug him tight.

"Thank you, Dad." Your voice sounded muffled since you spoke with your face buried in his chest, but he still heard you.

"Why don't you invite him over for dinner sometime this week? I'd like to meet him properly, make sure he's right for you."

You hesitated. Afraid that it might freak Eddie out. Not just because it might be moving a bit too fast, but mostly due to the fact that your dad was terrifying, and known to be a bully to any potential love interest you or your sister may have.

"Is this to grill him and make sure he never wants anything to do with me again?" you questioned, your eyes narrowing at him in suspicion.

Your dad laughed a little at your mistrust. "Hey, I just promised to you I'd try, didn't I? I'm not tricking you here, this is me trying."

Satisfied with his answer, you nodded, going back to hugging him. "Then yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome. But no funny business alright? I understand that you can do what you want, but if you could do it someplace else, where I'll never have to walk in on it ever again, that'd be appreciated. For the sake of your poor old dad, I'm begging you."

You laughed a little at his statement, knowing that him saying that was progress enough for now, but still a very Hopper response. "Fair enough. But you know, you could also do this really cool, new thing that was invented recently, it's called knocking."

"Oh, I did knock, kid. But I guess you were so busy sucking that guy's face off-"

"Alright, alright, I get it," you protested as he made a face, making you laugh once more.

"I'll let you get some sleep now. Goodnight, and that boy better not come back through the window tonight, or I'll have to barricade it," he joked, a small teasing smile on his face, but you knew he wasn't kidding completely, and he'd definitely consider doing just that if he caught Eddie in your room late at night again.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the little smile that appeared on your face. "Goodnight, Dad," you said, stretching the word out to show you weren't impressed with his little joke, but he just laughed, waving his hand off in a dismissing gesture before he closed the door behind him, leaving you to yourself.

As soon as you heard your father get into his room, you ran out of your own to get the phone. Thankful for the incredibly long cord, you brought it into your room with you, instantly dialing Eddie's number. It only took two rings before he answered you.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" His voice sounded worried, and you couldn't believe he was concerned for you, after your father had all but chased him out of your room.

"Yeah, of course. Are you though? Eddie, I am so sorry about that."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. That wasn't how I expected the night to go, though. Your dad sure doesn't like me much, does he?" He chuckled nervously, and your heart broke for him a little. You could only imagine him stressing over that whole interaction, and how he probably felt like he had to win your father over now.

"Eddie, it's okay. It's not personal. The only problem he had with you was that you were in my bed. But I talked to him, and he said he's gonna make an effort to be… less controlling about those things. He actually wants you to come over for dinner this week, to get to know you better. I know it's a bit fast, and like, with my dad being my dad, I would totally understand if you didn't wa-"

"Y/N." You heard Eddie's voice on the other line interrupt your spiraling ramble, and you closed your mouth, waiting for him to continue. "I would love to have dinner with you and your dad this week." You felt a smile form on your face at the softness in his voice.

"Now, I'm not gonna lie," he continued. "Your dad scares me shitless. But I wanna get to know him better, so that can change. And I also want to spend as much time as humanly possible with my girl." You could hear the grin in the way he spoke, and you had to stop yourself from kicking at the ground like a little schoolgirl with a crush at his words.

"Okay, good. I'm gonna go now. See you tomorrow when we meet up with Steve and Robin? And maybe after that we can spend some time, just you and I?"

"I'd love nothing more," Eddie said, and you smiled once more. "Oh, and, Princess?" he added, voice a bit lower than it had been 5 seconds before.

You were already melting at the nickname, but managed to say, "Yes?"

"I love you," he whispered, then hung up before giving you a chance to answer. You let your head fall into your pillow, sighing deeply.

You were truly down bad. But that wasn't such a bad thing anymore, because Eddie was yours, and you were his.

You made your way to the video store, having gotten there before Eddie. As much as you loved your friends, you couldn't wait to be alone with him again. And this time, not at your house with your dad to interrupt you.

You spotted Steve stacking movies on a shelf as soon as you walked in, making your way towards him.

"Hey, Steve. Where's Robin?" you asked as you scanned the room with your eyes, trying to find her.

That seemed to be enough to summon her, for she appeared out of the backstore. "Y/N!" she exclaimed as she jumped over the counter to hug you. You chuckled, slightly surprised by the welcome.

"Hi," you squeaked as she squeezed you tight. "What's up with you?" you asked, but you didn't mind, bringing your arms around her to hug her back.

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head vigorously, which definitely didn't convince you.

"Robin," you drew her name out in a scolding manner.

"Okay, okay. I've just been wanting to say something for a while now, and I've decided to fuck it and just say it now, so I'm kind of excited!"

Steve's eyes widened at that. "Robin, no! You know we can't," He shook his head at her. But if he thought this was helping, he was sorely mistaken, because now you had to know what they were both talking about.

"No, Steve, I'm sorry, but after last time, I can't keep it in anymore," Robin said, making you grow more and more confused.

Steve sighed, crossing his arms against his chest in resignation. "Ugh, alright, fine. I'm pretty tired of it, too. But if Nancy gives us shit for this, you're the one going down!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. There'll be nothing to be in trouble about once this is finally taken care of," Robin said, the last part said with a dreamy look.

"Guys, seriously, what are you talking about? Spit it out," you said, growing more worried by the second.

"Okay, here it goes," Steve started, seemingly deciding to take the lead in this after all. "We've noticed, all of us, over time. That you seem to- and he also seems to- what I'm trying to say is-"

"You're in love with Eddie, and Eddie's in love with you, and you guys need to get your shit together cause we can't deal with this dancing around each other thing anymore!" Robin blurted, tired of Steve walking on eggshells, not knowing how to phrase it.

You gaped at them. Had you really been that obvious to everyone but yourself? Well, thinking back on it now, and all your moments with Eddie, probably.

You started laughing, making them both frown at you.

"Y/N, please, don't try to deny it, or laugh it off, you have to see it! It's impossible not to!" Robin pleaded, mistaking your amusement for something else.

"I'm sorry, I just-" you tried to get out between fits of laughter, but didn't get a chance to, as the door opened and none other than Eddie entered the store.

"Speak of the devil," Steve chuckled, and Robin slapped his arm, apparently trying to maintain some of your dignity in front of him.

"Talking about me, I see?" Eddie grinned as he walked in, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you, placing a kiss to the side of your head. "Hello, angel," he mumbled against your skin, but loud enough for everyone present to hear.

You smiled at him, before remembering you weren't alone. Turning back to face your friends, you wished you had a camera to take a picture of this moment, with both of their mouths practically touching the floor in utter shock.

Eddie followed your gaze, and instantly pulled back from you. "Oh shit, sorry. Should I not have done that? I want the whole world to know you're mine, but I didn't think to check if you were ready to tell everyone," he said, a concerned look on his face.

"It's okay, don't worry. I don't mind them knowing. And anyways, we wouldn't have had much of a choice in telling them, they were just grilling me about getting my shit together and admitting I have feelings for you."

"I'm sorry," Steve interjected. "When did this happen, and why are we only finding out now?"

"It happened uh… last night. So I think you're pretty much getting an exclusive here, Harrington," you told him, playfully rolling your eyes at him in mock annoyance. You were entirely too happy right now to be annoyed.

Robin, recovering from her shock, started to jump up and down as she clapped her hands. "This is so exciting! I mean, fucking finally, am I right?" She grabbed both you and Eddie into an embrace, nearly choking the life out of you in her excitement. "Nancy forbade me and Steve from saying anything to you guys, saying that you had to get there on your own, but man, it was torture watching you both go, I'm so glad you finally figured it out, even if it took you for fucking ever."

You laughed, hugging her before pulling back, letting yourself lean on Eddie a bit as he put an arm around you.

"Alright, well, now that that's settled, should we go?" you asked.

"Yeah, let's get outta here," Steve replied, and you all left the store, you and Eddie hand in hand.

"By the way, I've been wanting to ask, if you felt the same way I did, why did you make that face after I embarrassed myself by staying a bit too long against you when you helped me up from the ground the other day?" you whispered into his ear as you walked towards your car.

"Hmm? Oh. Darling, when you're madly in love with a girl and she calls you by your last name like a buddy, after you just saw her in a long embrace with Steve Harrington, it always kind of feels like a slap in the face. That's why I made that face. But I thought I hid it pretty well though." He frowned a bit, and you kissed him to take that frown away, your plan instantly successful.

"I notice things about you, too. And about Steve, I was just comforting him about Nancy." He nodded, knowing now that his jealousy had been misplaced, and you were the only one he wanted. You continued, "But duly noted. I'll do everything and anything to make you feel loved, pretty boy, cause that's what you deserve," you told him, squeezing his hand in yours.

He grinned at the nickname, taking his free hand to cup your face and bringing his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

"Okay, gross! Don't make me regret rooting for you guys, please!" Robin exclaimed, half hiding her face behind her hands.

You laughed lightly as Eddie pulled away, laughing himself. "I love you," he whispered in your ear.

"I love you, too," you said back to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as you resumed walking.

This was it. The way things were supposed to be. No Upside Down threat, just a normal day, you, your friends, and your love.

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