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Couldn’t resist a bad boy - EXPLICIT

Summary: you're an English major... so is the bad boy of the school, Colby Brock. What happens when the professor pairs you for an assignment after a heated discussion between the two of you during the lecture. (Heavily inspired by the after books)

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, filth, oral, eating out, sucking, passionate but turned kinda rough sex, lots of fluff.

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"Okay!" The professor shouted loudly to calm the class, ready for the lecture. Everyone quickly quietened down, giving the professor their full attention. You pulled out your iPad as you set it up on the table in front of you. "So... I like to presume you all did the reading." The professor said as the major of the class nodded their heads, including you. "Good." The professor stood for a moment looking out at the class. "So... did Anna Todd make you feel all of those feelings?" He said whilst lightly tapping his stomach and a smirk across his face.

The class giggled when suddenly the large double doors at the back opened, causing half the class to turn and look. But you didn't, you knew exactly who was late, and disrupting the class, as per usual.

"Ahh, Mr Brock... how nice of you to join us!" The professor said sarcastically as you rolled your eyes, for some reason, just because bad boy Colby Brock is a genius when it comes to writing, he gets away with just about everything. And you couldn't stand it. The complete disregard for everyone else who actually needed to listen and learn, made your blood boil at the thought of him.

"I wouldn't miss my favourite class with my favourite professor now, would I?" Colby said confidently as he bounced down the steps and found a seat.

The professor laughed as he waved his hand, basically letting Colby off Scott free once again. "Anyway... the complex and hurt character, Hardin Scott, living such a torturous life." The professor said as you couldn't help but scoff slightly at his comment. He stopped, looking in your direction, "do you disagree, miss y/l/n?"

You looked up at the professor, you tend to keep your opinions in the class usually, so getting called on was something you were not used to. You sat up straighter, clearing your throat before you spoke, "look, I get Hardin didn't have it easy growing up after what happened to his mom..." you sighed, "but come on. He was constantly ruining something good with a girl he supposedly loved, because of what? Each time, he was just being a dick and needed to get a grip!" You said with a chuckle as there class sat silently listening to your point.

Suddenly there was a chuckle coming from across the lecture hall, "seriously?"

You turned your head to see Colby looking down at the book sat on his desk with a smirk on his face. Your frustration instantly building.

The professor looked at Colby with a smile, knowing that this was the start of a passionate debate, "and what do you think, Mr Brock?" He said as he leaned against his podium.

Colby rolled his eyes before sitting up, looking directly at you. His eye contact, even from so far away made you nervous, you were always invisible until this moment. "I personally think that Tessa was the problem..." Colby said with a smirk, knowing he was going to wind you up, "let's be honest. She just couldn't handle that when it came to Hardin, not everything was about her!"

You couldn't believe what he was saying as your mouth fell wide open, he did what he wanted, he was getting under your skin, "not everything was about her? Hello... did you read the books? The whole thing is about Hardin being better... for her. Everything is about her to him, and she knew that, but that didn't excuse Hardin being a whiny little bitch, crying over his OWN actions!"

Colby scoffed, he couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle as he raised his eyebrows, "no... Tessa, was just sad that she used to be little miss invisible nerd, but she couldn't resist the charm of a bad boy." He said with a smirk.

The look on his face made you even more angry as you glared at him, "Hardin was lucky to have Tessa who kept giving him chance after chance, when if it were me, I wouldn't let him come within 2 feet of me if he wanted to keep his balls." You said as you were clearly projecting your feelings on something or should you say someone else.

Colby was taken back for a moment by your comment as his smirk grew wider, "well then, I guess Hardin was a lucky man." He smiled wider at you, knowing that he really got under your skin.

Just as you were about to speak, the professor cut in, "Now this is the result of a good book!" He said excitedly, "and is a pretty nice Segway into this weeks assignment..." your head quickly snapped to the professor, "you're going to work in pairs to write an in-depth summary, of why each of the characters were the their own enemy during the book." You closed your eyes tightly because you just knew that he was going to-... "y/n and Colby. You guys can finish this debate in your assignment." He said with a smirk. You gave the professor a look as Colby looked over at you, the biggest smile appearing on his face, "have fun." The professor said with a slightly patronising smile.

The rest of the lecture went down smoothly, but all you could think about was wandering how were you supposed to write an essay, with a man who you can't stand to be around. The professor allocated the rest of their pairs just in time for the bell to go.

You wasted no time, as you sighed picking up your bag, refusing to even pack your things away. You grabbed your iPad and notebook quickly heading through the crowd of people, straight out the door. You hadn't noticed an excited Colby trying to keep up with you. You stepped into the hall as the first girl waiting near the door spoke as you passed, "good luck trying to get work done with him around." She winked. You just gave her a look before shaking your head and continuing on your walk.

"Yo! Wait up!" Colby called as he tried to make his way through the corridor filled with students. You just rolled your eyes, refusing to even turn back, your focus glued to the glass doors just up ahead.

Suddenly, Colby appeared next to you as he caught his breath matching your quick walking speed, "well how lucky am I to get a partner who power walks through corridors!" Colby said sarcastically with a laugh.

"How lucky am I to have to put a lot of work into an essay that you will look at the morning it's due, write your part and get just as much credit as me." You said, annoyance in your voice.

Colby couldn't help but chuckle, "woah, you can't hate on me for being good at what I do!" He said as he ran ahead of you opening up the glass doors as you froze to look at him, "after you, princess." He said with a smirk.

You looked at Colby with a face filled with disgust, "ew. No." You said rolling your eyes again as you walked past him. Colby smirked watching as you walked ahead again. He quickly hurried up to you.

"So... your place or mine?" He asked, and you could hear the smile on his face.

"Um. How about, you go home, work on your side of the essay, and I shall go home and work on mine." You said sternly, you had quite had enough of him already.

Colby looked at you confused, he didn't understand why you were being so cold with him as everyone, especially girls, loved working with him, "well... how is it going to be joint effort if we don't work together? You say that I'm going to get credit I don't deserve." Colby said slightly snark in his voice but his face still plastered with a smile.

You continued walking, refusing to look at him as he spoke, "nope. It's not going to work on me."

Colby quickly stepped in front of you, his hands out stopping you in your tracks as you looked at him annoyed, "woah hang on!" You sighed, "I don't even know what you're trying to insinuate but I can assure you, I will do my part, I just work better on pathetic essays with other people." He said looking down at you with a smirk toying with his lips.

"It may be pathetic to you, but I actually need to work hard because I don't get special treatment like you." You said your face straighter than ever.

Colby laughed, "oh so I get special treatment now do I?" He thought for a moment looking down at you, "fine. But when you actually want to take the work seriously and not be actually like... hmmm.. I dunno, Tessa." You glared at him considering what his opinion of Tessa entailed, "then, you know where to find me."

You huffed before stepping closer to him, "right okay. How about you call me when you're ready to actually take it seriously."

Colby licked across his teeth before he spoke, "sweetheart... what about me makes you think I'm not serious?"

You thought for a moment before finally speaking, "tell you what. Meet me in the coffee shop at 3pm. And let's see just how serious you are, IF you show up on time," you said snidely as you began to walk around him.

Colby stood for a moment before slowly turning around to walk you walk away, he quickly shouted, "ohh I'll be there, princess!" You rolled your eyes again, "3pm sharp!"

As you walked away, you felt a small uncontrollable smile creep on your face, the sound of his voice calling you princess. You quickly shook the feeling, as you thought to yourself, 'Colby Brock? Absolutely not y/n."

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Colby suddenly leaned forward, his hand reaching up touching your face, "well then princess... are we working?... or not?" He looked at you with a hunger in his eyes, your heart pounding at the feel of his fingers graze across your cheek.

"You tell me..." you bit your lip as a smirk grew on Colby's face.

Colby slowly leaned in, his breath against your face getting warmer as he approached. Suddenly he connected your lips, your body melting into the kiss as he grabbed both sides of your face. The kisses was instantly deep as passionate, he quickly moved his lips to your neck as his hand cupped your sex, your body grinding against him as you both moaned. Colby spoke his voice mumbled against your skin, "baby... your phone."

You moaned louder, your breath short, "what?" You whispered as you through your head back.

Suddenly Colby pulled off you quickly, "your phone, y/n!"

Your body jolted awake as your eyes opened in your dorm room. Alone, your head against the desk, your cheek stuck to your notebook by the drool that made its way from your mouth. You sat up quickly as your phone dinged. You looked around for a moment, and felt it. The knot in your stomach, the slight sadness the dream was over, and the immense amount of confusion as to why you were dreaming about him, never mind in that way. You wiped the drool from your cheek as you picked up your phone. You had 3 new messages from an unknown number.

14:52 - well then, look who's here early! I'll be ready when you are 😉

15:05 - well well well... look who's unpunctual now

15:17 - I've never been stood up before, never mind for a study date. But I'm still here if you decide to take this 'seriously' 😏😂

You quickly looked at the time, "fuck!" You shouted as you read 15:20. You quickly grabbed your things as you began to text back, I'm so sorry I- you suddenly stopped, deleting the message deciding that you would rather come up with an excuse, something smart when you get there.

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As you walked into the coffee shop, Colby eyes instantly looked up from his laptop as he sat, a coffee in hand and a smile slowly appearing on his face. You took a deep breath as you walked over. "Well, nice of you to show up." He said snickering.

"I just wanted to see just how seriously you were going to take this," you said back instantly, covering up your real reason for being late.

Colby leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee. He suddenly pointed to a cup that sat on the other side of the table, "I got you a drink, but... it's probably cold now." He said back, he was also starting to get slightly annoyed at the snarky comments you keep making.

You couldn't help but actually feel bad, that you were late, considering the hard time you gave him on it, and also that he bought you a coffee and you weren't here to accept it. You slowly put your bag on the table, "thank you." You said softly.

Colby was taken back by your sudden change of tone, he couldn't help but feel your guilt. Suddenly, a smile grew back on his face, "well are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to sit and take this seriously."

You sighed rolling your eyes as you pulled out your chair. But as hard as you tried, you couldn't fight the smile forming on your face. "So tell me, what have you been doing whilst you've been waiting here patiently for me?" You asked as your teasing attitude returned, "wait let me rephrase that... how many girls numbers did you get, instead of working?" You said with a smirk.

Colby bit his lip as he glanced at his laptop and then back to you, "you want the truth?" He said with a smirk. You gave him a look as he chuckled before leaning his elbows onto the table, "well... I got 3 numbers." He bit his lip lifting his eyebrows. You began to lean down trying to hind your eye roll for once, as you reached into your bag to grab your iPad. Suddenly he continued, "but... I also wrote 3 and half thousand words on why Tessa was the problem." You stopped for a moment before slowly sitting back up.

"Well, I'm glad you could write so passionately about a loyal woman being the problem." You said sarcastically.

Colby scoffed, "are you trying to claim that I'm not loyal." He said dramatically.

"I didn't say that Colbs." You smirked as his stomach fluttered with you calling him Colbs. "But if you took offence to that..." you said, your smile widening as Colby cut you off.

"Look," he said a lot more seriously and softly as he leaned forward once again, "maybe you should stop having these opinions of me, when you don't even know me."

You paused for a moment, his words hitting you like a truck. He was right, you were basing your opinions on his from what people have said or by his lack of punctuality. But I guess he did debunk that myth by showing up early for their study session. You watched as he glanced back at his laptop, you could see his face dropping as his thoughts ran around his head and how badly he was trying to distract himself now in his work. You felt guilty, once again. Maybe you were giving him a hard time when you had no proof he was even worthy of being treated so cold.

"I'm sorry I was late." You said softly, as you looked down setting up your iPad. Colby's eyes snapped back to you in shock at your tone. "The truth is... I..." you looked up to meet his gaze and you could see how badly he was trying to hide a smirk, "I fell asleep." You said bluntly with a smile turning up the corners of your lips.

Colby sarcastically dropped his mouth wide open and did a fake gasp, "oh how irresponsible of you, princess." He said teasingly.

You gave him a look, as he was one to talk considering he interrupted the class every lecture by being late. Colby noticed this look and started to put two and two together, "I have therapy on Tuesday and Thursday mornings which is why I'm always late to the English lectures." He said honestly as you listened to him intently, "that's also why I don't get in trouble for it, because the professor knows."

You couldn't help but feel even more terrible in this moment because of they you've been treating him. You thought he was just this disrespectful bad boy, but really, you didn't know him at all. Colby could see the huge change in your demeanour as your shoulders relaxed slightly and he could tell you were feeling bad about how you were with him so far. He spoke quickly as he leaned forward, "so tell me y/n..." the way his blue eyes looked deep into yours made your heart flutter out of nervousness, "why do you think bad boys are the problem?"

You spoke before you thought, "I don't- I don't think you're a probl-" Colby suddenly started to laugh, as you stopped looking at him confused.

"I meant in the book." Colby said with a smirk as your stomach did a somersault. You exhaled sharply as you shook your head, unable to hide the smile growing on your face. "Come on princess, let's finish that debate shall we?"

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It had been a few hours since you and Colby went your separate ways, you back to your dorm room to work on the assignment and Colby to a family dinner. You sat on your bed, your iPad resting on your knees as you typed away. Picking up your wine glass and sipping every few minutes. Your favourite music on in the background. This was the ideal Friday for you. Finishing up assignments, peace and quiet. You were never much of a party girl, you cared more about your degree than anything. Each time you did go to a party, you always managed to end up falling behind in work, so if you want to be in publishing, you had to sacrifice it for the sake of your studies. It was almost 10pm when your phone suddenly dinged. As you picked it up, you couldn't help but smile as you read the text from Colby.

21:56 - guess where I am right now? 😏

You rolled your eyes, believing you knew exactly where he was. You quickly typed back:

21:58 - oh I don't know... some trashy frat party maybe? OR... some sweet innocent girls dorm room?

You went to lock your phone but watched as the typing bubbles instantly appeared, you grabbed your wine, looking at the screen as Colby's message suddenly revealed itself.

21:59 - well, I'm not in your dorm room😉

Before you could type out a snarky reply another text came through.

22:00 - I'm actually at home working on our essay. But...

You were shocked to say the least, you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up but you couldn't tell if it was some kind of blushing or the wine. As you were trying to figure it out your phone pinged again.

22:02 - I'm really struggling... I told you, I don't work well on essays alone🥺

You wanted to invite him over, but after that dream you had earlier, you couldn't tell if it was because of the work, or once again because of the wine... but before you could text back your phone began to ring as Colby's name flashed on the screen. You took a deep breath as you hit the green answer button, "hello?" You said softly.

"What are you doing right now?" Colby's voice bounced through the speaker into your ear.

You chuckled as you stood up out of the bed, "I'm just about to get ready for a party actually..." you lied.

"Liar." Colby said quickly with a laugh. You could hear a car door opening and closing in the background of the call, his keys gangling around. "I bet you're in your dorm, working on our essay. Drinking hot chocolate and listening to opera music" You could hear the smirk on his face.

Your mouth fell wide open, who did he think you were? Hot chocolate and opera music?, "I'll have you know, I'm doing our essay drinking wine and listening to y/f/a."

"Ooo now that is music to my ears!" Colby said excited as you heard his car turn on, "I'll be there in 20."

"Uh, what do you mean?" You said quickly and extremely confused.

"Get a glass ready for me." Colby said with a smile on his face. His voice echoed down his ear canal.

"Colby... how do you know where I live?"

"See you soon!" Colby said over you.

"How do you know where i-" as you spoke the line went dead. You stood frozen for a moment. Trying to process that Colby was going to be in your dorm room in 20 minutes, and not banging some popular bitch at a frat party.

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The next 20 minutes were torture for you, as your mind couldn't believe that he was coming there and not only that. That dream you had. Oh man, that dream was something else. You felt your heart beating at the thought of it. Especially after hearing him out earlier, your opinion of Colby was definitely changing.

It was almost 10:30pm and still no sign of him. You found yourself both worried about him and also annoyed, thinking he'd just said he was coming to you to wind you up. But before you could even decide there was a knock on your door. You stood up slowly, fixing yourself before opening it up, you found Colby, stood holding 2 huge bags of Taco Bell, "the line at Taco Bell was longer than I expected." He said with a smile and he seemed slightly out of breath, like he actually ran from his car and across the campus up to your room.

You looked at him your eyes squinting slightly, "that's a lot of Taco Bell." You said as a smirk grew on your face.

"Well, I didn't know what you'd order, so I just practically got one of everything," Colby said as he smiled, still standing at the door.

You couldn't believe he would do that, it was already kind enough to get you Taco Bell, but getting everything in the hope he'd picked your favourite... you felt your heart beating louder as you opened the door wider and began to walk back into your room, "is this how you woo all your conquests?" You said with a chuckle as you began to pour him a glass of wine.

"Conquests?... who's objectifying women now?" Colby said with a smirk as he placed the bags down and began taking off his jacket.

You rolled your eyes with a smile turning to face him, holding out his glass of wine as you clung to your topped up one. Colby looked at you, deep into your eyes as he slowly lifted up taking it from your hand, "thank you." He said with a smile, and you'd by lying if you said it weren't making your stomach flip and your heat drip. You wanted to speak but your body wouldn't let you as you just smiled before looking away nervously, your cheeks flushing red from the way he looked at you.

"So," Colby said as he sat down on your bed, looking at you like no one had ever looked at you before. "Let me see what you did for our essay."

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A couple of hours had passed as it had just turned midnight, you and Colby had been drinking wine, eating Taco Bell and discuss the assignment. As well as laughing and actually really getting to know each other. You couldn't have been more wrong about Colby, he had amazing morals and you couldn't help but smile as he spoke about his family and his best friend Sam. Seeing how much they meant to him and how fondly he spoke of their relationships.

"One thing I will agree with you, is that Hardin did push Tessa away, even though she was being incredibly patient with him..." Colby said reluctantly as you raised your eyebrows at him wide. "But you cannot tell anybody I said that!" Colby said pointing in your face as you both giggled from the alcohol.

You fake pouted as you couldn't help it laugh, "okay fine! But... I will also agree with you that Tessa..." you began to stand up as you walked over to your desk, refilling your glass once again, Colby sat up watching as your walked, the way your hips moved had his breath catching in his throat, "couldn't resist Hardin." Colby began to smile as you interrupted his thoughts, "but that's only because Hardin made her feel things she's never felt before." You say with a slight sigh.

Colby looked at the back of you as you slowly put the lid back on the wine bottle that was now empty. You turned around leaning against your desk looking at Colby as you continued, "you know, she spent her whole life trying to perfect, for people other than herself, and then she met Hardin who, made her do what she wanted to do and, to top it all off, he could make her cum," you said with a giggle as Colby looked at you wide eyed. "And that's pretty rare to find." You said with a sigh.

Colby looked at you confused, "what do you mean?"

You chuckled as you sipped your wine, "you know, a man who actually cares whether you enjoy sex or not. Most men just do whatever they need to do to get off and then they literally get off." You said as you laughed looking at the ground.

Colby thought for a moment before noticing the look on your face, even as you looked at the floor as he slowly sat up, "hang on a minute y/n. Are you telling me right now, that you have never had a man make you cum?" He looked at you intently, in disbelief.

You looked up feeling your cheeks flush as Colby waited for your answer, you panicked, "what... no it's.. I just- okay fine. No. A man has never made me cum! Men are just too selfish in the bedroom and apparently all the men that I, you know... yeah." You said awkwardly. It was crazy how close you both had became already. You did genuinely feel like you could tell him anything.

"Wait..." Colby moved to the end of the bed, looking up at your, the corners of his mouth toying a smile, "you're telling me, you've came on a dick, or a tongue?" He couldn't hold his smile back anymore.

You let out a slight nervous giggle as you spoke, "you know I don't really get the hype with getting eaten out." You say honestly. "I don't think it feels that good." You said shrugging your shoulders.

This was the last straw for Colby as he quickly jumped to his feet, "woah, hang on! Firstly, you clearly have never been a with a real man," he said with a chuckle, "and secondly, I can't believe that you, have never had actually good sex."

You were taken back by the way he said you, "wait, what do you mean? Me?"

Colby stopped for a moment, looking at you intensely, his eyes wandering all over your body. "I mean, I haven't been able to stop thinking about how badly I want to be between your legs." You froze as he spoke, your thoughts all over the place, "I honestly thought you had a boyfriend because... I mean look at you. You're perfect."

You felt yourself blushing and didn't know how to handle the compliments, but as you tried to brush off his words, he continued, "you are beautiful. You are so smart, and you... well, you have had me going crazy all year."

You looked at him confused as you scoffed, "please, if that were true, I wouldn't have been invisible all year." You say with a smile even though you truly believed what you said.

Colby stood closer to you as you still rested against your desk, "I told you! I thought you had a boyfriend. And then before our coffee date earlier, I asked your friend, y/b/f/n. And she told me you were single..." he said as his eye trailed over your body once again, "and well, I just couldn't believe it."

Your breath caught in your throat as your smile quickly dropped, your lips slightly parted as you tried to speak but couldn't as Colby stepped even closer to you, his body now just inches away as he gazed down at you, "but what has bothered me the most, is that you have never been made to feel exactly how you deserve to feel... you at least have had an orgasm before right? Like whilst masterbating?" Colby said as he lifted his arm and moved a piece of hair out of your face.

You quickly looked away as a smile appeared on your face, your cheeks blushing red as you nervous stuttered, "I don't-... I"

Colby quickly grabbed your chin, turning your face back to look at his as he began leaning in slowly, "you haven't? Fuck... if you'll let me, I'd like to change that." He stopped, his lips not even a centimetre away from yours, looking for permission. You looked into his eyes, your body melting at his stare and the feeling of his breath against your lips. You felt drawn to him, like even if you wanted to say no, your body wouldn't allow it. It was curious to see if he was telling the truth and that you will feel things you've never felt before. He waited patiently, not wanting to make a move until he had the OK from you.

You thought to yourself, 'fuck it.' As you quickly leaned in smashing your lips against his. As shocked as Colby was by your sudden movement, he wasn't lying when he said he has wanted to do this all year. Your kiss was instantly in sync and deep and passionate. Your heart was pounding out of you chest as Colby's hands quickly moved up to grab either side of your face, whilst he pushed your body further into your desk, his body pressing up tightly against you. Colby moved his lips from yours to your jaw and then down to your neck, leaving kisses and sucking in all the right places. But after a few moments, he moved back up to your lips, but this kiss was a lot more... sweet. He pulled away slowly with a smirk across his face, "just tell me stop if it gets too much." He said has he slowly began walking backwards towards the bed, pulling you with him by your hands.

You chuckled, "what do you think I am? You can't break me Colby." You smirked as he bit his lip in anticipation.

You finally felt the bed touch the back of your knees as Colby turned you to face him, "we'll see, baby."

His words made your stomach flip and goosebumps to cover your entire body. You had no idea what you were in for, but you were excited. You nervously sat back on the bed as Colby leaned down, connecting your lips once again, as he guided you to lay back. His body hovering above yours made your body tremble and your core begin to ache, your underwear getting wetter by the second. He leaned up looking down at you. But his eyes, they were looking at you like... almost like you meant everything to him. But that's impossible because you literally spoke properly for the first time today. So how was he making you feel like this? You watched as his eyes danced across your features and the smile turning up the corners of his mouth. He grabbed your hands as he pulled you to sit, and he instantly grabbed your shirt, pulling it up and over your head quickly. As you laid back down, Colby followed your body as he refused to break eye contact with you. His chin, tickling your stomach as he suddenly began kissing along your torso, your body starting to squirm, desperate for some relief.

"Never thought you'd be squirming for me, princess." Colby said as he then tucked him bottom lip between his teeth. You rolled your eyes as he called you princess again, but this time, you couldn't lie, it was turning you on even more. Colby quickly hooked his his fingers into the band of your bottoms and your underwear, pulling them both down together, he moved slowly at first, but his own excitement got the best of him as you were revealed to him. He quickly pulled them off your legs as he threw them onto the floor. He looked back at you, a smile plastered across his face as he hooks his arms underneath your legs, positioning himself, exactly where you both wanted him to be. He began to kiss along your lower stomach and across your groin, along your inner thighs. Your body twitched and your heat pulsating for his touch.

"Colby..." you gasped as you bit onto your lip.

"Yes princess?" Colby said with a smirk on his face between kisses.

You had never been in this position before, usually the men you had been with would just get in, get it done and then that was it. There was no taking their time, no real foreplay, just selfish lovers. You really didn't want to say it, but before you could even stop yourself you whispered out, "please..."

Colby's eyes shot up to yours, nothing but happiness on his face, "please what baby?" He said teasingly.

You deep a deep breath as Colby's chin slightly grazed against your area, "please... touch me." You said reluctantly but you truly had ever wanted to be touched more in your life. How was he doing this to you?

"My pleasure, princess," Colby spoke as he wasted no more time and he quickly connected his lips with your clit.

'Wait... hang on...' you thought. "Holy shit!" You called out. This was not like anything you'd ever experienced before, Colby was right. Now this, this was a feeling like no other. You could feel Colby chuckle as his tongue swirled around your clit, as you bit your lip trying to stay quiet.

"No baby, let them out." He mumbled against you sending shivers through your entire body, "I wanna hear how good you feel," as soon as he spoke as suddenly stuck his tongue deep inside you as you couldn't help but cry out.

"Fuck!" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he moved quickly. Your head flying back as your back arched off the bed, Colby's grip around your legs and on your hips keeping you where he needed you. He moved his tongue back to your clit as he suddenly moved his arm, taking two fingers and pushing them deep inside you. "Oh.. wow." You couldn't breathe as a very unfamiliar feeling started to tighten your stomach. Your legs began to twitch as his fingers pumped in and out his lips sucking on your clit. It's almost as though you were trying to fight the feeling, afraid of what this feeling was.

Colby felt you clench around his fingers as he mumbled, "that it's baby, you're so close. Just... let it go." You began to shout expletives as your body arched and your eyes squeezed closed. Suddenly, your entire body over run with the most satisfying and amazing feeling ever, as you felt it move through each of your body parts, his touch on you suddenly almost unbearable as you shook beneath him, your fists clenching the sheets beside you.

"Shit. Fuck... Colby!" You cried out as Colby slowed his movements gradually coming to a stop. He leaned up, wiping his mouth as he rose, looking down on you.

"How was that princess?" Colby said with a smirk.

As you caught your breath you looked up at him. "That was..." you bit your lip as you smirked. "Amazing." Colby chuckled as he moved to sit beside you on the bed, running his hands along your body. "And I quite frankly, want to feel that again." You said as you quickly sat up to straddle him. Colby bit his lip looking at you as his hands rested on your back. Your hands moved up to run through his hair. You leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "but I want to return the favour..." you leaned back with smirk as Colby looked at you mesmerised.

"Oh yeah?" He said as he smirked. His body was already ready for you, which you could feel through his trousers. You nodded before connecting your lips with his, his hands exploring your entire body as he leaned up unclasping your bra with one quick flick. You slowly moved the straps down your arms throwing it to the side.

You grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt as he raised his arms, the most lustful smile on his face as you raised it up and over his head. You suddenly pushed him down, his back hitting the bed as he gasped. "Oh shit."

You giggled as you slowly moved off him undoing his trousers and pulling them, along with his boxers. Colby lifted himself off the bed as you dragged them from underneath him, his hard cock springing out, down his legs as he quickly kicked his feet out of them. He looked down at you, as you positioned yourself, his hand resting in your hair. "You know, just because a man had never made me cum... doesn't mean I don't know how to make you crumble." You said seductively. As Colby's eyes went wide and a smirk appearing on his face once again. You took his dick in your hand and took your tongue licking from his base, up his entire shaft to the tip as you teased it with your tongue.

Colby's body twitched, and you were having as much of an effect on him as he did you. "Fuck y/n." He moaned out. As much as you wanted to drag this out, make him squirm and beg, you felt yourself needing to feel that feeling all over again, and you were not wasting anymore time. You quickly took as much as you could of him in your mouth as he groaned deeply, "fuck that's it princess." His voice making you enjoy doing this as much as he is enjoying it. You began to bob your head, taking the rest of him in your hand. You felt has his hand entangled into your hair as he moved it out of the way so he could your mouth around his dick. "Fuck that's good." He moaned. As you quickened your pace, when you suddenly pushed your head as far as you could go, his cock hitting the back of your throat as you gagged. "Oh fuck baby, stop, or I'm gonna cum." He moaned out, pulling your head up by your hair. "And I am not ready to cum yet." He smirked as he quickly sat up, moving you to the side and flipping you over, him hovering on top of you once again.

He leaned down kissing you deeply and passionately as his tip teased your entrance, "you.. are so much more than I ever thought you'd be." Colby spoke between kisses.

"Right back at you Colbs," you giggled. He quickly lined himself up, as he pushed himself slowly, deep inside of you.

"Fuck... you're so beautiful y/n." Colby moaned out as he felt you completely surround his cock, your walls clenching instantly.

"Fuck Colby." You moaned back, as he slowly began thrusting in and out of you, picking his speed up with each thrust.

Colby panted as he groaned deeply, "fuck... I wish we could put this in the essay." You gasped and couldn't help but laugh, as he began to pick up his speed once again.

"Fuck Colby don't stop." You moaned out as that knot reappeared in your stomach, the feeling he gave you was like something out of this world.

Colby began quickly repositioned himself, leaning on his knees as he continued his thrust, looking down at you. He took his thumb and began to rub in vigorous circles on your clit. Your eyes squeezing tight as you moaned even louder. Your walls clenched his dick as your legs began to twitch once again, "that's it baby, cum for me again. Cum all over me." Colby demanded, his voice low and dominant. And it was enough to send you flying over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, yes yes yes!" You cried out as you came. You have never in your life felt as good as you did in this moment.

"You sound so pretty. Fuck" Colby groaned as he moved his thumb from your clit and his placed his hand over your throat, squeezing only slightly as you high was still in tact. He began to pound into you as you both moaned out, loudly, definitely disturbing the rest of the dorms.

"Oh shittt..." you gripped his arm tightly as he thrusted deeper than ever.

"Fuck fuck, oh shit." Colby moaned as he suddenly pulled out, spilling all over your stomach. The sound of his groans giving you shivers.

After a moment of you both catching your breath, Colby looked down at you with a smile. "Hold on, let me get you a towel." He quickly moved away from you, as he ran into your bathroom, grabbing a towel and running back. He took the liberty of wiping himself off you as you giggled, your body exhausted from all the pleasure. "Are you okay?" Colby chuckled as he threw the towel to the ground, lying back down on the bed beside you.

"Absolutely." You chuckled as you looked up at the ceiling, your heart still pounding out of your chest.

Colby looked at you, with the most wholesome smile on his face, "I never thought we'd be doing that tonight." He said with a smirk.

You turned your head to look at him, "I guess I couldn't resist a bad boy, after all." Colby's eyes widened as his smile beamed and he leaned closer to you, kissing you softly.

"You know... I don't usually do this, but there's something about you, that I just... I want. I want you. As I mean. I want to love you and make you feel that good all the time. I want to fight with you and then have the hottest make up sex." Colby said as he chuckled.

You looked at him, and you couldn't believe you thought this, but you wanted that too, "okay, calm down Hardin." He rolled his eyes as you smirked, "I told you though, I'm not Tessa."

Colby rolled over to push his body against his, "oh trust me, you are so much more. And I promise you, I won't push you away."

You smiled at him as he pulled your body closer to his. "I'm going to have to thank the Professor for pairing us together." Colby said as you chuckled.

You laughed as you closed your eyes, "maybe leave out this part though." You chuckled as you leaned up and kissed him deeply and passionately.

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calxide · 1 year

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⸻ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 | A MOUTHFUL (of love)

tighnari x gn!reader | 0.8k+ words ; profanities, no pronouns used for reader, mentions of food, tighnari is very goofy(/pos), lmk if there's more

As you and Tighnari are both stuck together, his stomach growls in hunger. Being tied up together, you're forced to come with him and watch him consume his food with delight as the crocodile inside your stomach dares to speak.

chained up masterlist ✧ RTLB :: tartaglia

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to come with me."

"What?"

So, you're here, stuck with somebody. Not just any somebody, but this someone you're stuck with is none other than the boy you've been crushing on for the past few weeks (who also happened to be your classmate for a few classes), Tighnari.

The Student Council of Teyvat International decided to put up a booth called "CHAINED UP." Now, don't let the name of the booth deceive you. You might think that this contains such outrageous activities, but this is where you are wrong; as part of a reputable organization, it is simply an innocent thing you have suggested to the council — to handcuff/tie two people together for the cost of 100 mora for 10 minutes.

It was unbeknownst to you at that moment that it would immediately backfire back right on you. Needless to say, you should've known that this would happen, considering that you are friends with such teasing fellows.

"Do you really have to drag me with you?" You asked with a polite tone.

Tighnari laughs as he intertwines your fingers with him, kissing the back of your hand to taunt you. "Of course, it is with great pleasure that I shall accompany the Student Council's Vice President for a good ten minutes."

"You're lucky you're cute," you murmured under your breath — to which the corner of his lips twisted up to form a cute, captivating smile.

"You wouldn't want to waste the person who registered our names' 100 mora," Tighnari said, paying for the dish he bought.

You grumbled, "Oh, you wish I did."

Tighnari laughed at your grimace. "Besides, our booth will be able to earn more money if I do that," you added—to which he disagreed, saying that it isn't a good investment. You don't spend your money, and you get to be stuck with him for ten minutes — a pretty good deal, to be honest.

He gestured for you to sit beside him, so you both won't have a hard time moving. You watched him indulge himself on the Mushroom Hodgepodge he bought, mouth-watering. You recalled that this was his favorite food — his beautiful eyes sparkled as he savored every bite he took.

Noticing your hungry glare, Tighnari stifled a chuckle as he offered you a spoonful. The aroma was definitely trying to get you to eat the food. You shook your head as you didn't want to give in to temptation.

"You cannot refuse my offer. It would be disrespectful to the cook," Tighnari gave you a smile that made you want to scrape it off his beautiful face.

"I know. But you bought that for yourself." Tighnari shook his head and sighed at your stubbornness.

"And I'm not really hungry."

But you are. And your stomach betrayed you as soon as you said those words. The grumbling of the crocodile existing in your stomach loudly echoed amid the noisy crowd.

Tighnari suppressed his laughter, humming in response to the loud growl. "Mhm. This Mushroom Hodgepodge is really good. I might need to buy another one to satisfy my hunger."

Without warning, you grabbed the spoon from his hand using your free hand and ate the delicious food. You don't know whether it's incredibly delectable or you're just hungry because you feel like you ascended to Celestia and met the Gods and Goddesses.

"See? Tasty, right?" You nodded at Tighnari's question, still munching on the food.

"Really, really good," your voice was muffled, making Tighnari laugh.

"Well, then, have some more."

He offered you the plate, but you had a hard time picking up the utensils with your free hand as it wasn't your dominant hand. Having noticed this, he took the spoon from you.

Tighnari did the airplane thing people do with kids, making you frown. "I am not a kid," you said with a frown.

Tighnari pretended to be thinking of something, "Should I do the... what's that called again? Bing... Bing Chilling?"

You shook your head, pretending to give it a thought, "I think it doesn't work well with foods that are not ice creams," you gave him a fake pout.

"Don't be such a pouty baby. You look like a duck," he teased.

"There's nothing wrong with ducks! They're cute."

"Like you."

You were flabbergasted. You could feel the tips of your ears burning — whether it's from the heat or whatever, you don't know.

"I hate you," you said, attempting to stand up.

Tighnari immediately pulled you down again beside him, "Oh, no, no, no, no. You can't do that. That would be painful for both of us."

"But you know what hurts more?" He continued.

"Yeah?"

"You not eating the food I offer you."

You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again as Tighnari shoved a spoonful of the food inside your mouth.

"What the hell," you exclaimed after chewing the food.

Tighnari gave you a funny smile. "We could do this for the rest of the day."

"Oh?"

Tighnari nodded, "Mhm. I could feed you all day long. Or, even for a lifetime."

And so, you did.

NOTE ang ganda ko HAHAHA CHOS HII, i hope u enjoyed tighnari's one-shot T__T im not exactly glad on how it turned out but it is what it is! i love tighnari so much ksbfksnsodn i genuinely dont know if i give his character enough justice and im probably high rn bc it's nighttime... i was supposed to post this at an earlier time but got too busy :')) idk when im going to post the next one cause i'm busy with life 😢 and im just rambling atp so gbye

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hellpmeimobsessed · 1 month

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Completely Random Recom Squad Headcanons

These are all purely based on vibes, if you disagree, I'm sorry. Feel free to add on if you'd like! There are 5 headcanons to each of the 12 members of the squad.

Brown:

Doesn't get into trouble often

Longest tail out of the recoms

Personal space is a must

Plays acoustic guitar

Picky eater

Fike:

Second youngest recom

Most playful recom

Eats the weirdest food combos like dipping his fries in ice cream

Occasional voice cracks the squad all immediately parrot to tease him

Peak troublemaker; mocks Quaritch playfully behind his back, pulls pranks, etc

Ja:

Youngest recom

Best behaved; never gets into trouble, and will actively tell on more mischievous members like Fike and Wainfleet

A pretty good visual artist has sketches of random things and people, including the squad

The hat was a gift from his younger sister

He's easy to spook outside of missions, nerves of steel when on active duty

Lopez:

Says he knows Spanish; only knows basic conversation starters and curse words

Drama king when he gets sick; acts like he's dying

Can't sleep without noise

Plays Solitaire when he's bored

Burns water, can't cook to save his life

Mansk:

Impartial to shenanigans. Will simply roll his eyes, will stay out of it and quiet, but will not actively cover anyone, just says he didn't see or hear anything.

He wears a sleep mask

Fidgets with anything in his hands

His love language is food, whether he's making it or it's being made for him, either way to him it's a very clear "I love you"

He has the most contagious laugh

Prager:

Reads a lot

Likes to strike up conversation about anything; he's a natural ice-breaker and extrovert, with a wide array of knowledge.

He's a natural heater; the headband keeps the sweat out of his eyes.

He's the only recom with one fang that's smaller than the other; it's his right fang.

He's really good at cheating at cards, but you can't prove it.

Quaritch:

Extremely light sleeper.

Dad jokes; all the time

He isn't actually grumpy, he's just so used to having to act tough all the time and has a resting bitch face as a result

Movie buff; his favorite way to relax is to put on whatever movie looks good at the time, catches and makes movie references all the time.

Snacks a lot

Wainfleet:

Physical affection is his favorite thing, always putting a hand on someone's shoulder, putting his teammates in a playful headlock, etc

Will eat anything; the actual bottomless pit

Is allergic to cats and dogs

Likes comic books and is an avid reader and collector

Snores. LOUDLY.

Walker:

Spiky exterior, soft on the inside, but the trust has to be well-earned

Keeps a journal

Takes frequent naps when and where she can

Has a stuffed Lynx plushie she's had since she was a child

Tosses and turns like no tomorrow when she sleeps

Warren:

He has a fursona. It's a leopard.

Has a lovely singing voice; IF you ever get to hear it

Professional gaslighter

Has at least one plant; takes very good care of it

Shyest recom member

Z-Dog:

Friendliest recom member

Bear hugs for the win

Did her own tattoos and tattoos the others; Her favorite is a rubber duck on her inner thigh

Immaculate sorting skills; everything that can be reasonably alphabetized is, and her living space is pristine

Can absolutely demolish you at Tetris

Zhang:

Has an amazing intuition about people

Likes reading and writing poetry

Is the fastest recom member

Stupid lucky at blackjack; everyone's convinced he's cheating, but he's not

Hums his favorite songs while he does anything tedious or repetitive, like cleaning his gun or folding laundry

#recom squad #na'vi #recom brown #recom fike #recom ja #recom lopez #recom mansk #recom prager #recom quaritch #recom wainfleet #recom walker #recom warren #recom zdinarsk #recom zdog #recom zhang

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untaemedqueen · 2 years

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The Deal

Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 32.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love, Gunshot Wounds

Warnings For This Chapter: Firearms, Gunshot Wounds

Looking out the passenger side window, you watch as the autumn leaves blow through the chilly wind.

Your car is racing down the highway and the sound of your family screaming at the top of their lungs sounds like some sort of abysmal choir goading you on towards the finish line.

The small velvet box in your lap feels heavier than anything though and you know it's because the gold engraved bullet with today's casualty lies inside of it.

Even without looking at it, you can just feel the weight of it.

The leaves, as pretty as they are, can't distract you for even a second.

Your mind is solely focused on Hyunwoo, you're running through memories of this man that has only ever been kind and supportive.

You remember the date and how sweet he was when you were acting like a psychotic teenager. Even when you were shot, you can see how disgusted his face was that you were even getting hurt so clearly.

Yoongi won't listen to you when you say that it might not be Hyunwoo's fault, he's hellbent on the snake's destruction. And who are you to stop him?

Your boyfriend went away for months and to be taken away from his unborn daughter and his woman… that amount of anger cannot be rivaled.

When the drug lord's hand intertwines with yours, it pulls you back to reality.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asks softly.

His voice is drowned out by the others yelling and only you can hear him.

You give him a small nod and he lifts an eyebrow at how convincing your action is.

"Don't do this to me, baby doll. You know this needs to happen."

You simply shrug and the scarred man sighs loudly.

You haven't debated him on the events that are going to transpire, you just freeze when the topic even gets brought up.

"Babe… come on," Yoongi breathes, taking his hand out of yours and putting it on your belly.

When you turn back to the window, the car begins to glide off the highway onto the dirt road beside it.

The cacophony of voices cuts short at the swivel and the father of your child exits the car scratching his gnarled scar the whole time.

You watch him stalk around the front of the car out of the corner of your eye.

Yoongi opens up the passenger side door and nods to the road beside him.

"Come on," he goads, taking the velvet bullet box off of your lap and throwing it at your little brother.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you fold your arms and step out of the car.

Your boyfriend puts his hand to your elbow and guides you away from the car and behind a large oak tree so prying eyes can't see a thing.

When the drug lord is comfortable, he places a hand gently beside your head as he leans against the tree.

"What's the matter, baby doll?" he inquires, putting his free hand to your side.

"Nothing," you chirp, looking down at your nails.

His eye roll is practically violent and his eyebrows knit accordingly. "Stop with that shit. C'mon. Talk to me."

"I don't have anything to say," you sigh.

Clicking his teeth, he taps his index finger to the underside of your chin until you look up at him.

"What's the matter?" Yoongi asks again, "you don't want him to die? You don't support what we're going to do? What? Tell me."

"I've said it before, I don't think this is Hyunwoo's fault. And I don't want to see him die," you admit.

The drug lord only nods thoughtfully, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you into an embrace.

He kisses your temple before whispering in your ear. "This motherfucker has wanted to be with you for as long as I can remember… you can't possibly believe that this was someone else. Seokjin told you what it is, the snakes stole that coke and got me locked up."

"I'm not disagreeing or agreeing with it."

Yoongi presses his forehead to yours and the scent of mint and cologne makes you feel at home and comforted.

"I can see the disagreement written all over this gorgeous face," he muses, running his thumb over your cheek, "I need to do this."

"I know, that's why I'm staying quiet. I support you all the time, you know that. I'm just not outwardly supporting this," you announce.

The father of your child closes his eyes and snorts gently. "What am I gonna do if our girl is born with her mother's hard head, hmm?"

You shrug once more and even though he can't see it, he feels it and he smirks.

"I love you," your boyfriend murmurs, lifting your designer shirt to caress the bare skin of your stomach.

"You know I love you too. We love you."

"And that's all I could ask for," Yoongi says, pulling away just far enough to see all of you.

"Let's just get this over with," you whisper, letting him kiss you once more.

"C'mon, sweetheart."

It's kind of unsettling to pull up to a compound that's not your own.

The snake compound looms large on the highest point of the city's closest mountain and just looking up at it sends a shiver up your spine.

You've been training with guns over the past few months and the shine that reflects from some windows automatically tells you that there are sniper rifles situated in the higher rooms of the mansion.

"Boss… you sure?" Jimin inquires, handing Yoongi the binoculars.

Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow as he puts the binoculars to his eyes.

"Oh my God these scared little pussies," he murmurs, throwing the device over his shoulder.

"Go up to the gate, noona," your brother suggests.

Turning your head to him, you grimace.

There's no universe where you would draw out an unsuspecting man to his death, especially a man that's never personally done you any wrong.

"Shut the fuck up," you warn Guk and he complies almost immediately.

Yoongi clicks his teeth rapidly as he thinks and his fingertips softly glide over his scar. "All of them are going to die. So what order do you want to take them?"

The drug lord is so deeply consumed with his revenge that he doesn't care about the danger that he could find himself in within a matter of minutes.

Namjoon taps on your shoulder and points to the gate.

Yoongi pulls out his gun at the sight of Hyunwoo who walks out of his mansion with both hands up high in the air and a white handkerchief held between his index and middle finger.

"What the fuck is this goon doing?" your boyfriend hisses, grabbing the velvet box off your lap and opening it.

"He wants to parley," Seokjin erupts quickly.

The drug lord fumbles with the box as his adrenaline spikes and his fingers are shaky when he picks up the bullet engraved with Hyunwoo's name. "I don't give a fuck what he wants. Fucking scumbag."

You can see the caution written all over the snake leader's face and without pausing, you climb out of the car.

"Y/N!" Yoongi bellows, shoving open his door.

Hyunwoo holds his hands higher when your boyfriend positions himself behind the open car door and aims his gun at his head.

"Get back in the fucking car!" Yoongi grinds out to you.

"No one is going to hurt anyone," Hyunwoo promises loudly.

You approach the gate and the sound of your boyfriend taking the safety off his gun seems to echo through the air.

"No one in my family is gonna get hurt. You're all gonna fucking die!" the father of your child screams out into the air.

"Hyunwoo…" you gently warn.

"I just wanna talk. I need to talk to you. Make him see reason, Y/N, please," the snake leader pleads, grabbing ahold of the large iron bars that stand between you.

"Let me in and he'll have to follow," you suggest.

Hyunwoo contemplates this for a mere second and when Yoongi opens his mouth to bellow once more, he opens the gate for you. "It's just me here, the others have gone into hiding."

You step behind the gate and the father of your child curses so loudly that it echoes through the air for seconds on end.

"Follow me," Hyunwoo murmurs.

"Son of a fucking bitch!" Yoongi screams, slamming the car door shut and chasing behind you.

"Please sit," Hyunwoo begs, opening the door to his library.

You do as told, crossing your legs and angling your head to the door when you hear Yoongi rushing up the stairs.

"Y/N! What the fuck?!" your boyfriend screams, bursting through the door.

Hyunwoo pours two glasses of whiskey and casually sits down behind his desk with one hand up in the air as he sips his alcohol.

"Get up and go sit in the car," the drug lord hisses, narrowing his eyes at you.

"I know how the tigers work, I know there's a bullet in that clip of your gun that's meant just for me. I know you're fucking livid but I just need to say something."

Yoongi holds his gun up, stepping behind your chair and shaking his head.

"You don't even get to fucking breathe. I lost four months of my life because of you, I missed watching my daughter grow because of your petty ass!"

Hyunwoo presses his lips into a hard line and he can hear how fucking furious Yoongi is like there's a ball of venom lodged within his throat.

Folding your arms, you thought you were going to be a mediator between the two but you're aware that red is the only color your boyfriend can see.

You'd rather not be caught in between and nothing you could say would help the situation that you're in at this moment.

"Sit down," is all you can say.

Yoongi grumbles under his breath and he listens to you after a moment of weighing his options.

"Whiskey?" Hyunwoo offers.

"Suck my dick," the scarred man spits, holding his gun up and closing one eye.

You run your hands over your face and hunker down for the upcoming brawl.

"I need to say this and I can't say this enough or more sincerely. I'm so fucking sorry that you got taken in but I did not put that motion into place."

Yoongi scoffs but he continues to listen only because he has a gun trained on the man.

"I would never, ever do anything to upset Y/N. My admiration for her was and is very fucking real. If anything would upset her, I wouldn't do it and I know how much she fucking loves you. I know how badly that would have broken her."

The father of your child scratches at his scar before widening his eyes. "Watch your mouth."

Hyunwoo holds up his hands, looking away from you to your boyfriend. "I did not tell my men to steal your coke and I did not tell them to plant it. I did not call in the anonymous tip and I did not help your papers get lost while you were in jail."

Yoongi sniffs loudly, mulling over the new information. "Then who the fuck did? My men have your snakes all over the fucking place."

"Heon. He didn't like how quickly I fell for Y/N, he thought she was trouble especially when she showed up at the event with you and how I flocked to her."

Scratching at his chin, the scarred man beside you tilts his head. "Well, you're all going to die so it's no skin off my bare ass."

You sigh loudly, shutting your eyes.

"I'm fucking upset that you got to miss out on your kid growing but you know that a boss is never going to give his family away. You'd never do it. All of my family has gone into hiding and they're going to stay there."

"Oh, fuck off. I'm not listening to this bullshit anymore. Y/N, go get in the car."

You don't move and it only fuels the situation more.

"You won't find my guys. They're out of the country and they'll be staying there for a while. What I can do is pay for their sins."

Yoongi sits up, giving his full attention to the other drug boss. "Go on."

"Take my life and leave the others alone. Don't look for them and don't-"

"Wait. Just wait-" you begin.

"I accept your offer," your boyfriend cuts you off.

Taking a large inhale through your nose, you shake your head.

Yoongi stands and gently lays a pair of black latex gloves in your lap.

"Yoong-"

"Put them on, Y/N." Hyunwoo insists, nodding towards you.

With a shaky sigh, you put on the gloves and stand, wiping down the chair you and Yoongi both sat on.

You can't even say you're sorry to Hyunwoo because this is vengeance that has to be met.

"I appreciate you taking the hit for your dumb fucking family," your boyfriend announces, walking towards the desk.

The snake drug boss finishes his whiskey before taking off his tie and running his rough hands over his face.

"Baby doll, I really don't want you to see this."

You put the rag you used to wipe down your chairs in your pocket and you close your eyes.

"I hope you guys have a healthy kid," Hyunwoo whispers, closing his eyes.

Yoongi seems to have softened up after the brave display of the snake drug lord. The anger that has been boiling through his blood for days on end has since diffused even for a little while.

"We're getting out of this business and doing something legitimate after this… for our little girl but you're the last task left on the list," Yoongi muses, stepping around the desk and pressing the mouth of his gun to Hyunwoo's temple.

Swallowing thickly, you turn your head to look at the books stacked along the walls on the bookshelves.

"Treat her right," the snake boss whispers, closing his eyes.

"Always do," Yoongi chirps.

Your eyes scour the shelves and as the seconds continue to tick on you feel your nerves becoming tighter and tighter.

There's a thickness in the air that tastes of misery in this giant fortified mansion and you can't help but feel like you brought all of this on in some way.

What if Hyunwoo would have just gone to a different coffee shop? What if you never agreed to that date? Surely you wouldn't have still ended up here.

Maybe you shouldn't have gone to any events with Yoongi so early on. Maybe then this handsome snake boss would continue to live on another day.

But it's all pointless now.

"Any last words?" Yoongi inquiries.

"I have a cat, it's gonna need a home. Python doesn't do well without someone around." Hyunwoo whispers.

"Noted."

The gun shot is so loud that it makes you jump and all you can do is shut your eyes the same way Hyunwoo did on the night of the event where you were hurt.

The irony.

Without a word, you leave the home office.

It's sad to even think but something about what just happened makes you feel almost lighter in a way. Now there's nothing to offset Yoongi's plans.

Now you can begin anew.

And your boyfriend knows it all too well as well.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you both home," Yoongi breathes, putting his arm around your shoulders and exhaling deeply.

Now your life can really begin.

<----- Last Chapter Final Chapter ----->

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curiouschaosstarlight · 8 hours

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Bounced back and forth, think I'll just make this post-

(Warning: Under the read more, if tumblr keeps the read more intact, is me, an aromantic/aegofictosexual person ramble-ranting about aroaceness in fandom. You're free to scroll past if you wish, or to disagree with me on whatever takes for whatever reason, this is just my one opinion on something I consider to be a big pet peeve of mine.)

(If you read this and go "but I don't do that!", then I trust you, and you're not the kind of person I'm talking about. I'm moreso referring to some things I've personally either witnessed or experienced in previous fandoms, and nobody this applies to will actually see this post unless it, like, gets a bajillion notes...um, hopefully.)

It is so. fricking. frustrating. having my only possible representation in media be like...[that one character] from DR. You know. the otaku or "geek" that's portrayed to be unattractive, "gross", and "weird", and will eventually express sexual attraction to "3D" people, because their attraction to and obsession with 2D was never a sexuality, but intended to be some creepy, incomprehensible thing, and a way to demonstrate their shortcomings and inability to actually court someone.

Characters who actually match my sexuality and experience will never exist unless I make them with my own hands, because both allos and other aces consider me "not ace enough".

This honestly plays a big part in why I'm really touchy about aroace headcanons; because often times they're blatantly used to say people aren't allowed to ship [character a] with [character b] -- and the person making the headcanon is usually 100000% fine with [character a] being put in a gay ship, but will loudly complain if they see them featured in the (usually het, usually canonically teased) first ship. Because it was never about actually writing an aroace character, it was about reframing "ewwww you like THAT ship?? gross uxu what's wrong with you??" into "uhhhmmmm but that character's aroace-coded" "sorry, I can't see them as anything other than aroace" (yeah, I didn't ask? Everyone else gets to talk about THEIR ships with that character and you enthusiastically support them...) And it's like... I feel like these types of headcanons specifically are always presented like, inherently, I'm totally, obviously going to agree with them, and if I don't, then clearly I'm just not aroace. (I wish that was more of a dramatization, but I had someone who I previously told my seuxality to go "oh. well. I'm asexual, so I see this character as aroace-coded, (and I'm right)" <- not outright said but very, very heavily implied, especially because they continuously insisted the character was "canonically aroace-coded", and I just had to sit there like... "...okay, but I'm aroace. (and I think saying that about a clearly het-intended character that's constantly being flirted and canonically shipped in extra side materials with is kinda hurtful)" <- I didn't say that part)

And the fact that no one respects if a character is canonically het or bi kind of plays into why I don't care when a character is canonically gay or ace. If everyone's sexuality is just "gay (MAYBE ace!!!)" or "okay but have you CONSIDERED they might be bi??? (stop putting them in het ships >:((( )" only when it's convenient, then why should I care for my downtime? It doesn't change canon. And I don't feel represented by people's on-the-whim, flimsy-as-fuck headcanons.

But it does still piss me off when people take a reboot or remake or continuation and flagrantly disregard a character's canon sexuality.

And it's upsetting that aroace characters 1. aren't really a thing for the most part, and 2. get written over when they are a thing.

I imagine that when I finally manage to finish one of my stories or games and, y'know, all of my characters are bi/pan/demi because that's what I tend to write...that's probably just gonna get changed to be "whoops everyone's gay lol" by the fandom, and I've already come to terms with that. (Well, by the part of the fandom that isn't populated by "ugh, everything is so WOKE now!" assholes, I'm just gonna pretend they won't even show up because they aren't worth it.) But then, it's also like...if someone officially continued or adapted my properties, and they changed my characters to be all straight or maybe one character gets to be kinda-sorta gay or something, I. I would definitely lose my shit.

-vague gestures-

I don't really know where I'm going with this, I just wanted to say my whole piece without having to worry about being accused of derailing/not listening to a post-

But basically if you're outraged whenever a gay character's sexuality is changed for any reason in any context, I better hear you be that upset about the rest of the possible orientations, and not pulling that shit yourself. I swear to god.

#not important #chaotic rambles #discourse #sorry for the vagueness about characters n stuff i just dont wanna wind up in any fandom searches #how to bridge the fact that im only attracted to fictional characters #with the fact that i have to be repeatedly made to realize i've never seen any character like me in fiction at all ever #only characters that are kinda sorta like me and also the unattractive loser butt of every single joke #also character sexuality is so...weird and not-solid to my brain y'all #i only have like...two or three characters that are full-on gay? out of the hundreds i've written?#about the same for het or ace or...you know any other combinations/other sexualities #it's usually more natural to my brain to have my characters shipped with basically anyone and everyone #and only a few times has a character effectively grabbed me by the horns and went “no. im not into that. and you cannot make me be.”#which creates a funny tidbit where two of my gay characters have radically different tastes in the same gender #so they both think the other one is “weird" and it's just really amusing to me #they also arent attracted to each other due not fitting into each other's tastes #it's just like...the only two men in a gay bar and they hiss at each other like cats #why did it turn out this way? genuinely no clue #i have a third gay man but he's got a third completely unique to him taste and he's just standing there #awkwardly sipping his drink like “oh god neither of these two ask me to agree with them please”

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thedeathdeelers · 9 months

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rent is due

“I’m a very generous and gracious person,” Sang Zhi announces one day out of the blue.

Duan Jiaxu and Sang Zhi were spending a lazy afternoon in the comfort of their home, cuddled up on the couch and snacking on fruit as they watched TV.

At least they were until Sang Zhi spoke up without warning, declaring herself to be a most magnanimous person.

(Duan Jiaxu didn’t disagree; he just wanted to know why she felt the need to announce it at this specific moment in time.)

He turns to look at her, tilting his head questioningly. She was stretched out on the couch, her back leaning against his side.

She looks up at him, eyes wide through her eyelashes where he could clearly see mischief swimming in their depths.

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He smiles at her, choosing to play along.

“Are you now?” he asks, unable to stop himself from playfully poking her cheek.

“I am,” she nods seriously, eyes flicking back to the screen across from them and popping another slice of apple in her mouth.

Duan Jiaxu’s lips twitch as he tries to hold in a laugh, nodding along.

“And is there a particular example you’d like to share with the rest of the class?”

She looks back up at him then, the slight curve of her lips giving her away. He was asking the right questions.

“You’re too old to still be in class, let alone school,” she says matter-of-factly. Duan Jiaxu is about to retort but she cuts him off as she continues. “But since you asked so nicely…”

She bats her eyelashes at him, then looks up at the ceiling.

“Did you know,” she starts off, arm rising up in the air as she swings it around, “that I,” her hand comes down dramatically as she pokes herself in the chest, “have been letting you,” this time she pokes him in the chest, “live in my heart rent free for….” her hand flies back up in the air, swinging it left and right as she thinks it through. “5 years!” she bursts out, seeming almost triumphant. She giggles at her outburst, tilting her head back against his shoulder to look at him.

All Duan Jiaxu can do is stare at her, momentarily dazed, momentarily speechless.

“See?” she asks, unaware of the effect she has on him. “Generous landlady.”

He feels his heart beating loudly in his chest, feels a pleasant warmth he’s only ever experienced with Sang Zhi bubbling up in his chest.

He’s known this — known about her secret ever since she had rushed back to Yihe for him with her paper stars.

And yet…every time something like this reminds him of how deeply and how long she’s been loving him for…it takes him by surprise.

He always thought he was alone in this world — after his mother left him, after his father had succumbed to his injuries and remained comatose in a hospital bed for years.

But the more he realises how wrong he was, the more it takes him by surprise. Because he…he had never truly been alone.

Sang Zhi had always been there for him. Carrying him in her heart this entire time.

He loses himself in his thoughts, in her eyes, and it’s only when her smile starts to falter does he snap out of it.

He turns slightly to better face her, careful not to jostle her, and reaches out to cradle her (still upside down) face in his hands.

His thumbs swipe gently across her cheeks, fingers gently holding onto the most precious person to him ever.

He sees the question in her eyes, but he just shakes his head at her as a small smile starts to grow on his lips.

Leaning down, he presses a lingering kiss to the crown of her head, then pulls back just enough to see her expression. Her smile is now softer, reassured, while here eyes start to shimmer brighter in the afternoon light.

He then leans back down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Than her left temple. Right. The spot above her right eyebrow. Left. Her eyes flutter shut at his ministrations, allowing him to move onto her eyelids.

He continues to press kisses on every inch of her face until she’s squirming in his hands, the sound of her giggles filling up their living room.

“What- what are with doing?” she manages to breathe between giggles, her arms now reaching up over her head as she attempts to grab hold of him.

“I,” he starts, finally letting her go only to shift their positions, turning her around so that she was finally facing him. “Am,” he continues, crawling over her as he gently pushes her back against the couch cushions. “Paying,” he says when she’s nearly flat on her back. “My dues,” he finishes, now fully hovering over her as they both lay stretched out over the couch.

She looks up at him with those eyes again, shining brighter than the sun or stars ever could. Duan Jiaxu can feel the warmth in his chest stay spread all over his body. His eyes flicker down her face, pleased with himself when he sees her smile still lingering on her lips, her quiet joy now also visible on her rosy cheeks.

“Your dues?” she asks, out of breath. His gaze travels back up to catch hers just as her hands crawl up his neck to softly cup his cheeks in the palm of her hands.

“Mm,” he replies, bracing himself with his arms on either side of her head. “I’m finally paying my rent.” He slowly lowers himself closer to her, only stopping when he’s in reach of her face. Placing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, he grins as he adds, “I have a lot of catching up to do.”

No matter how long it takes, no matter what the future holds for the both of them, Duan Jiaxu was certain of one thing: he was going to spend the rest of his life making sure he always paid his rent on time.

And sometimes maybe even in advance.

And with a little extra bonus.

#hidden love #welp. and another i guess #this time inspired by a line from #when i fly towards you #yay!#sang zhi #duan jiaxu #duan jiaxu x sang zhi #hidden love fic #my fics

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zeroth-writes · 2 years

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Fall For Me -Sora-

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Prompt: Hello, can I request Sora with prompt “i told you that you’d fall in love with me.” please? Thank you ❤

Pairing: Sora / Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 429

Since childhood everyone knew that you and Sora were meant for each other. The two of you had so much in common, always chose each other over something or someone else, even spend all your time together - If you had free time you’d end up spending it together.

Everyone commented on how you would end up together. Once you were old enough to understand that, neither agreed. Always coming up with excuses like ‘their my best friends”, “their not my type.”, or “I like this person instead.”

Somewhere along the way you even joined in on the teasing. “Ya know, someday you’ll fall for me.” You teased. Sora would just laugh in response, which you joined in shortly after. Despite the teasing both of you still adamantly disagreed with everyone’s comments.

Almost 15 years later, everyone was right.

After a terribly rough fight, you ended up confessing your true feelings for the brunette, who returned the love.

Late one night after you had eaten dinner - you and Sora were sitting on the couch together, reminiscing about childhood. He’d tell you a story you heard a thousand times, yet you laugh as if it’s the first time. You mention a memory of years past, which causes a chain reaction and pretty soon half the night has been spend telling and retelling stories from his adventures, your trips, or a shared childhood. It didn’t take long for all the foreseen words to resurface.

“Remember when everyone said we’d end up together?” Sora quickly started nodding along. “And we kept saying it was never gonna happen.” He finished your thought. “I wonder how they would react?” Sora questioned. You stayed quiet as you think, only to quickly stand up. “My my look how much you grown!“ You say, impersonating an old elder from your childhood. “I see you finally followed my advice, See what happens when you listen to me!” Sora joined in on both the laughter and impersonations.

The laughter slowly dyed down then a silence filled the room. You two stare at each other, enjoyed the old memories - until you spoke up. “I told you that you’d fall in love with me“ Sora loudly groaned at your tease. “You said that once! Plus you fell for me first!” He spoke pointing a finger at you. “Maybe so, but you fell harder.” He rolled his eyes at your observation. “Anyway, I was still right though.” You whispered. Sora chuckled at your words before flopping his arm around your shoulder before leaning in and whispering “I’m glad you were.”

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts imagine #kingdom hearts imagines #kingdom hearts x reader #sora #sora imagine #sora imagines #sora x reader #Sora KH #kh sora #sora kh3 #kh3 sora #requested

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enigmaticfox · 1 year

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The Cleaning Lady: Scenes at home in 2x08

This was supposed to be just a quick text message to @idealisticrealism, but as with everything TCL, it grew a life of its own, kicked my shins, stabbed me in the heart and then took off running. Sigh.

Amidst the bombshells and revelations in 2x08, the show finally deigned to grace us with Arman dropping by the De La Rosa abode not once or twice, but four times. Throughout the ep, it was striking to see Arman in Thony's space and the way they navigated around each other in that space.

So here are some very brief thoughts about the four scenes -- they are not fully formed, so please feel free to disagree or add to them!

(NB. To be fair, 2x08 shows us three different homes: the De La Rosa's, the Morales's, and JD's. There's a meta somewhere in there to be written about the contrasting visual design and interactions in all three spaces. Please, someone [not me], go write it.)

Well, I'm staying here... you shouldn't be alone.

In the first scene, we know that this is the morning after the harrowing events of 2x07. Arman comes in through the back door. While the conversation takes place in the laundry room, he has also walked in some ways inside to get a sense of the space, checking out Luca's room and clocking the fact that Thony's family has left.

Thony remains standing near the door. As she speaks of her anguish of what Arman was forced to do, and her discomfort of lying to Garrett, he walks to her, closing the distance between them and she accepts his embrace.

Please, come in.

I love the second scene so much. Thony brings Arman through the front door -- so his motorbike is parked out front too?? -- swinging open the door widely as she walks in. In my favourite recurring detail of the De La Rosa household, Thony slips off her shoes, and Arman -- probably too distracted with being around her in her space -- does not lol. But as she welcomes him to the living room, 'Please, come in', she keeps her jacket on, tying her visually (and emotionally) with Arman.

She sits on the sofa, cross-legged and tucking her feet underneath, while he chooses the smaller couch, perpendicular and closest to her. Despite the stresses of what is ahead of them -- and her hands, as usual, are folded in front of her in a protective gesture -- she is disarmed by his presence, as comfortable as she would ever be in this episode.

Look, Thony- // It's fine.

So much of the third scene screams caution, an emotional pulling back: it is now dark out; Thony, startled awake, wields a knife before hearing Arman's voice, and peeks through closed blinds before opening the back door to let him in. Like the first scene, they are meeting again in the laundry room, both now standing close to the door. But their stance is markedly less comfortable than earlier that day, though not (yet) as confrontational as in the next scene.

I sighed so loudly when she opens the door -- an unmistakable cue for him to go. She even holds on to the door as he hangs on to the frame, not quite ready to leave yet. As she closes the door behind him, a last glance at him as he goes home to Nadia.

I'm sorry.

Oh boy. The fourth and final scene is in her backyard -- our boy doesn't even get through the door this time. The visual arrangement of the scene is somewhat confrontational : arms braced on knees, Thony has been waiting for him to arrive, and walks up the path to preempt him halfway; he doesn't get anywhere near the house. And she's even got shoes on lol.

I love that as they walk toward each other, we see the clutter behind Thony -- fairy lights and window decals, mismatched pots and lounge chairs (JD and Fi's 'Sorry about the mess // Don't worry, it makes us feel right at home' comes to mind). It's proof of the home and the family that Thony is adamant about protecting, and with Arman intending to do the same with Nadia as well, they are uncomfortably at odds in that closing shot.

To end, I'm just gonna quote @idealisticrealism here, because she says it in words better than I can:

The way it reflects their relationship over the show so far, too? Growing closer and then being pushed apart again by outside circumstances, having to distance themselves when they don't want to? Help

Yeah, help is right; god help us all. This effing show, I tell you.

#the cleaning lady #the cleaning lady meta #thony de la rosa #arman morales #armony #laura this is all your fault™#two more episodes?#im not ready to say goodbye

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peninkwrites · 1 year

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A Patchwork Powder Keg - Ch 7 of 14

The boys skip rocks. Niki says she killed a man.

[CW: mentions past violence and abuse]

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~ Tubbo ~

Tubbo hasn’t slept since he was seventeen.

He stayed strong, made it through the night, and spent the morning in the kitchen, drinking coffee feeling startled by his continuing survival. His exhaustion swirled closer to anger and he almost wanted to bite the heads off of those two cops, but he didn’t, he got through, and he did his best not to be harsh toward Quackity who was still showing up to help him.

So Tubbo gets his coat, keeps his gun secure in its holster, and follows Quackity outside.

“Wait, what the fuck happened?” Tubbo pauses, staring at the crumpled front bumper of Quackity’s car.

“Uh,” Quackity pauses, trying to think of the least concerning reply. He smiles, laughing a little nervously. “I drove a little fast. It’s fine, don’t worry about it, come on.”

Tubbo hesitates for another moment before getting in the passenger side. The car still smells of cigarettes despite Quackity putting it out. Quackity fiddles with the radio dial, switching between stations, pausing on any news broadcasts, giving it a minute, before switching again.

“I dunno if they’re gonna be reporting on it just yet, bossman,” Tubbo says.

“I mean, if the pigs have found him, the press won’t be far behind. They’re all fucking vultures,” Quackity mutters.

“Yeah, I guess,” Tubbo can’t disagree.

Schlatt does not come up on the radio as Quackity slowly crawls down Riverside. This is the busiest street, people with too much free time and too much money to spend wandering the shops. Tubbo is scanning the crowd for someone in particular. Tubbo quickly rolls down his window.

“Oy! Tommy!”

“Jesus fuck–” Tommy jumps, he’d been brushing past a distracted looking guy in a suit. The man’s wallet now falls onto the concrete. Tommy turns around to look at Tubbo, outraged. “You owe me at least a tenner for losing me that score!”

The man looks at Tommy, aghast.

“That is my cue, I do believe,” Tommy books it over to the car, sliding into the back seat. “I did get his watch, though,” Tommy says smugly. “Oh! Hey, Big Q, d’you think Karl would buy this off me?”

“I’ll ask him,” Quackity says dryly, taking off down the street.

“Oh, and, where is it we’re going?” Tommy suddenly thinks to question why he’d gotten into this car in the first place.

“Uh, Niki’s,” is what Tubbo says. He doesn’t want to announce this to Tommy. He knows he’ll have to eventually.

“Right! Off to see Niki and boob-boy. Got it,” Tommy nods. “What’re you two doing running off to see Niki together? Don’t tell me the old bastard choked on a pretzel and keeled over last night,” Tommy laughs.

Silence, save for the radio. Which Quackity quickly punches off.

“No, no wait, did something happen?” Tommy sobers in an instant. “Tubbo, you okay?” Tommy almost crawls into the front seat. “Did he hurt you? Big Q– Did something y’know, bad happen to you? Did he– Did Schlatt do something? Come on, both of you, just straighten yourselves out and tell me, you’re sort of freaking me out now.”

Tubbo is so, so tired. Quackity glances over at him, expecting him to be the one to answer, to explain. Tubbo doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want Tommy’s immediate understanding, his rage at Schlatt, his sympathies.

“We’re okay, Tommy. Don’t worry,” is what Quackity says as an easier, safer reply.

“Yeah, like that isn’t absolutely fuckin’ suspicious,” Tommy sits back, arms folded across his chest. He frowns, leg bouncing irritably. “Glad you lads are okay, then.”

The silence continues, worsened by the absence of the radio.

“Well, this is awkward. Fucking agonizing,” Tommy huffs loudly. A pause, more silence which Tommy refuses to tolerate. “I’ll kill him, you know. Just say the fucking word and I’ll kill him. Whatever it is he did, he won’t be doing it much longer when Tommy ‘danger’ Innit comes-a-knockin’—”

“I killed him.”

That silence sharpens like a knife.

“You…” Tommy trails off, staring at the back of Tubbo’s head as his best friend as resolutely refused to look back at him. “A-And you’re alright, then? Did he hurt you?” Tommy’s voice softens, more delicate than is his nature. Tommy tries to piece it together, but there are no good trains of thought to be had. “Was he… was he hurting Big Q?”

“No,” Tubbo says, his voice shakes. It’s become harder to keep things together after so many hours spent awake.

“So…” Tommy doesn’t seem to know what to do now.

“I killed him, Tommy. I just killed him. That’s all. I shot him in the head. And he wasn’t doing anything. I killed him while he was laying in bed and I meant to do it, I planned to do it,” Tubbo says. It almost sounds like he’s pleading. Quackity is silent, a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

“Okay,” Tommy nods. “You… you killed someone. Pre-meditated, all out murder of… of the worst fucking person.”

“Yes,” Tubbo waits. He waits for Tommy to say he’s sorry or he’s proud of him or any of the rest of it.

“Okay.” A weighted, measured pause. “D’you think it was worth it?” Is what Tommy asks instead.

Now Tubbo looks back at him, but Tommy isn’t giving anything away, he just listens, looking solemn.

“I don’t—” Tubbo feels strangled. “I don’t know.”

Tommy nods, processing this at well, but without judgment. “I’m glad you’re okay, Tubso.”

Tubbo has already grown weary of others giving him justification, of offering to celebrate or praise him or even something that feels oddly like forgiveness. Tommy’s neutrality is a breath of fresh air. The unspoken thought hanging in the air of you can’t expect me to react well to you doing something Schlatt would have but Tommy doesn’t say it either. Whatever his own feelings toward organized crime and cold-blooded murder, he keeps it to himself. He knows it can’t be helped, so he will neither pretend this is his to forgive or hold it against him.

The car stops. They’re across the street from City Bakery.

“We’re here,” Quackity says unnecessarily.

Tubbo and Tommy stare at each other, an understanding met. Tommy gets out of the car and Tubbo moves to follow, but Quackity stops him.

“I don’t think I’m gonna stay, but… you gonna be okay here?” Quackity asks.

Tubbo glances out the window to where Tommy taps his stolen watch as if to say we haven’t got all day.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be alright with these guys. You should go see Karl. Tell him I said hi,” Tubbo says.

“I will. And I’ll…” Quackity doesn’t want to return the mood to darker thoughts, but he has to say it. “I’ll make sure whatever hostages there are are looked after.”

Tubbo feels a bit sick, he tries to lighten his tone. “And we’ve still got to plan that funeral.”

Quackity smirks. “Yeah… yeah I’ve got some ideas. You just… look after yourself, Tubbo,” Quackity scans his face, the deep bags under his eyes. “Take it easy.”

“You too, Big Q,” Tubbo turns to leave him, and Quackity drives away. Tubbo looks at Tommy who is still being very dramatically impatient, tapping his foot. Tubbo walks a little faster to appease him. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“Are you now?” Tommy says. Tubbo punches his arm lightly.

“Oh, hey guys,” Ranboo is up front, apron and mask on. He sounds surprised. “How’s it goin’?”

“Fan-fucking-tastic, Ranboob,” Tommy drums on the counter. “You wouldn’t have some baked goods for me perchance? Something that’s gonna go bad in a day or two that would make this poor hungry lad very happy?” Tommy gives Ranboo his best puppy dog eyes.

“Hm… I might be able to scrounge something up,” Ranboo teases.

“You’re a good man, Ranboob!”

“Maybe call me by my name, then.”

“Perhaps, Ranboob. Perhaps. I’ll take it under consideration,” Tommy nods sagely.

“Uh huh,” Ranboo says dryly, before heading into the back in search of the goods. He returns, handing Tommy a paper bag, an assortment of muffins and bagels inside. “So, what’re you guys doing here? Tubbo, you won’t have to pick up money for at least another week, right?”

Tubbo is tense. He won’t have to keep doing this forever. Once the people who matter know, it’ll get easier. “I actually won’t be picking up payments from you all. Uh, ever. Schlatt’s dead.”

“Oh,” Ranboo stares at him, wide-eyed. He seems to process something. “Oh my god—” He actually runs into the back room. “Niki!”

Tubbo and Tommy exchange bewildered looks.

Barely, from the back room they hear a muffled exchange:

“Niki, were you the one who did it? Did you kill him?”

“What?! Of course not. Ranboo, really, you think I’d just—”

“Well, you never know!”

“Well, I didn’t.”

Niki returns to the front, looking a bit disheveled by her brother’s abrasive behavior. “Tubbo.”

Tubbo looks at her, startled, somehow feeling like he’s about to be scolded by a teacher.

“Can I talk to you?”

That question does nothing to alleviate his dread. “Y-Yeah, sure, Niki. No problem,” Tubbo gives Tommy one last look as a cry for help, but Tommy just shrugs uselessly, mouth already full of a muffin.

Tubbo follows Niki into the back of the bakery, the room warm and smelling of sugar. Niki brushes some flour off of her hands and turns around, leaning against the counter.

“How are you dealing?” Her eye contact isn’t accusing, but Tubbo squirms either way. It’s almost hard for him to connect this Niki to the person he’d seen with a crowbar the night before.

“I mean, I hated my dad, no loss there, really, I don’t know why people almost expect me to be grieving—”

“No,” Niki cuts him off gently. “I mean about killing someone. In general. You’d never done that before, had you?”

“N-No,” Tubbo is startled. “No, I hadn’t.”

Niki nods, indicating her original question.

“I am… dealing,” Tubbo isn’t sure what else to say.

Niki nods. “Did I ever tell you about the first time I killed someone?”

Tubbo buries a shiver. “I… I didn’t really know you had.”

Niki smiles bitterly, turning to the dough on the counter in front of her. “I don’t exactly promote it. I was twelve.”

“Oh.”

Niki glances up past him toward the front of the shop, where Ranboo is kept busy by Tommy. “I know he doesn’t like to talk about it.”

“Ranboo—?” Tubbo connects some dots. He takes a deep breath. “This has to do with the… with the scar, right?”

Niki nods. “He doesn’t like to talk about it. He doesn’t mind me talking about it, though. Otherwise I wouldn’t have brought it up, but…” She works the dough in front of her, her arms muscled and controlled. She could kill someone. Tubbo has seen her use that strength for something other than kneading dough. It still almost doesn’t quite connect in his mind. “Yes. Ranboo got that scar, and I…” She laughs humorlessly. “I reacted. Couldn’t save him, though. Just… just did something about it afterward.” She pauses in her work, frowning, lost in thought. “I… I think I wasn’t watching him? I don’t remember what I’d been trying to do. I think I was… I think I was trying to sell wildflowers down by the docks and I was frustrated because no one wanted to look at me.” She works the dough with a vengeance, Tubbo can’t help but flinch when it hits the counter. “And… I heard Ranboo. He wasn’t crying, exactly? But I’d never heard him… heard him scream like that before, so I went running. I don’t know what the… the motherfucker thought he’d done, if maybe Ranboo had stolen something or… I don’t know,” Niki shrugs, fury simmering just below the surface even now. “Doesn’t matter. He’d laid a hand on my little brother, he’d cut up his face, he was still cutting up his face, so I grabbed a knife off one of the fish stalls, and, well,” an almost embarrassed smile. “I tried to gut him like a fish.”

“Oh,” Tubbo doesn’t know what to say.

“Yeah,” Niki says sheepishly, brushing her hair from her face. “And no one really knew what to do, but I remember someone pulled me off the guy and someone else was holding onto Ranboo and I knew they were gonna call the police, and I got so scared they were gonna take him away from me. So I was still swinging the knife.”

“What happened?”

Niki smiles, this one far kinder, far more genuine. “Techno happened.”

“Technoblade?” Tubbo blusters.

“Yes, Technoblade,” Niki nods. “He’s this huge guy, and… he was at the market in a pig skull mask. I’m sure you’ve heard about the mask.”

“Yeah, the Blade, notorious cop killer, pig skull. It tracks,” Tubbo shrugs.

“Well, he told whoever was holding me to let go, and they did, and he went to pick up Ranboo who was still a tiny, crying, bloody mess, and I ran at Techno with that stupid knife, and he let me. I still remember what he said. Whoa, there. I get it, you’re a warrior, not an orphan. But come on, you’re really going to make this a double homicide? Slow down, I admire the ambition, but take a breather. Let me get your comrade a bandaid or somethin’ at least.” Niki is clearly trying to copy a snarky, drawling inflection that Tubbo doesn’t quite associate with the terrifying killer of legend. She laughs. “He carried Ranboo to the Empire’s main hideout, and he let me keep ahold of my knife, and… well, you know the rest, I think. He took us to the Crowfather, and we ended up being Empire kids, that’s how I met Fundy and Jack and Wil.” Niki sets aside her reminiscing and refocuses. “The point, Tubbo, is killing that man is the best thing I’ve ever done for myself. And I don’t feel guilty. I didn’t then, and I don’t now, because in that moment I had to. It was a matter of survival. No, I don’t think he was going to kill Ranboo, no, he wasn’t hurting me, but I still had to. Do you understand?” She looks back up at him, intent and kind and maybe a little terrifying.

Tubbo nods, still grappling with too many pieces. He’s in some strange way comforted by what Niki had said, but there is still undeniably stomach-turning horror. “But, wait if you were twelve, then that means Ranboo was–”

“I know,” she stops him, steady and calm, ending the conversation there, an unspoken don’t think about it too much.

So Tubbo nods again. “Um. Thank you, Niki.”

“Of course, Tubbo. You know you’re family. We look out for each other, right?” She steps around the counter and kisses his forehead, stepping back and giggling. “Sorry, I got flour in your hair.”

Tubbo feigns a pout, brushing it out.

“You look tired, Tubbo,” Niki says gently. “If you don’t feel safe sleeping at your house, you’re always welcome.”

“Nah, you’ve got your friend Wilbur staying, there’s no need,” Tubbo shrugs.

“Okay, well. Even if it’s just for a nap, our door is always open.” Niki returns to the front. “Hey, Ranboo! Why don’t you go hang out with your friends for a little while? I’ll be fine holding the fort down here.”

“Hm?” Ranboo looks surprised. “You… you sure?”

“Yeah,” Niki shrugs. “I can always make Wil help me.”

“Okay, yeah. Thanks,” Ranboo takes off his apron.

“But no going down by the train tracks again! Okay? You all can find enough trouble without trains getting involved,” Niki says warningly.

Tommy winces sheepishly. “Er, yeah, still so sorry about that.”

“Mhm,” Niki narrows her eyes at him, teasing. “Alright, get out of here, you three.”

“See you later, Niki!” Ranboo says cheerfully. “That was nice of her,” he says as they take to the streets.

“Yeah, it’s ‘cause I killed my dad a few nights ago and she thought I needed the company,” Tubbo decides blunt might be the way to go. Ranboo already knew the bastard was dead, what was a few more details?

“O-Oh,” Ranboo’s voice gets a little weak. “Okay.”

He leaves it at that.

They end up down by the river, not just on the Riverside strip, but actually down along the half frozen bank, skipping rocks. Well, not really skipping rocks. More like throwing chunks of old brick into the water to see who can make the biggest splash or shatter some ice.

“Ha!” Tommy crows. “Biggest one yet, try to beat that, Ranboob.”

Ranboo is not quite paying attention. Tubbo has decided to catch his friends up to speed, on all of it.

Ranboo fiddles with the rock in his hands, lost in thought. “Okay, so, why did you end up going to help Ponk?” Ranboo had made his peace with Niki having also been there, mostly grateful that Tubbo had deigned to tell him. He’s not sure if he’ll bring it up with Niki later, right now he’s thinking he won’t. It’s an unnecessary complication, and a far less worrying one to Ranboo’s initial thought that Niki had killed Schlatt herself.

Tubbo chucks his rock as far as he can. It almost reaches the other side, instead piercing the bits of ice along the banks with a loud crack. “Oh, they sedated my dad sometimes,” he shrugs. “Forges a bond, doesn’t it?”

“...right,” Ranboo throws his own rock, it skips once, but makes a very pathetic splash.

“Hm. Maybe you should try blaming the shit in the river for your failures, Ranboo,” Tommy says mockingly.

“Mhm,” Ranboo is barely paying attention to what Tommy is saying.

“There’s worse stuff to fish out of the river than trash, trust me,” Tubbo shivers from more than just the cold, even if it’s freezing. He wouldn’t have agreed to come down here if they hadn’t found the body that morning.

Ranboo hums his agreement. “Y’know Niki says back in the earlier Empire days the river was clean enough to swim in.”

“Bullshit,” Tommy scoffs.

“No, really! Apparently the Crowfather had certain moral standards outside of like, child labor laws,” Ranboo shrugs. “It was the really early days, though. I guess we were only like, alive enough to remember the end stretch. When things started falling apart.”

“Yeah,” Tubbo agrees. He does remember when the Crowfather left. His life changed drastically. Tubbo isn’t sure if it was for better or for worse.

“How’s Quackity doing? With the whole… Schlatt dying thing,” Ranboo tries awkwardly.

“Um, I’m pretty sure he wrecked one of Schlatt’s cars this morning. So, about as well as he can be,” Tubbo mulls it over. “I don’t actually know. He’s helped me figure out a lot of this stuff. And I think he’s trying to keep his feelings to himself.”

“That’s Big Q for you, man is a brick wall,” Tommy nods wisely.

“I mean, he’s got Karl, so, that’s something,” Tubbo shrugs, lost in thought.

“Yeah, Karl is way better than Schlatt, by a fucking mile,” Tommy crinkles his nose in disgust. “D’you ever think about how fuckin’ weird it is that Big Q is– or actually, awesomely, was dating your dad? Your old, gross, shitty dad?” Only Tommy could get away with saying such a thing.

“Yeah, you know what, actually it has crossed my mind,” Tubbo says sarcastically, grabbing another piece of crumbling rubble and hurling it so far it cracks against the low brick wall marking off the water from the street across the river. He had thought about it. Albeit, he’d thought about it differently in recent years. Back when he first met Quackity, he’d been 11 or so. At the time it made perfect sense. That’s his adult dad with his adult boyfriend. Grownups are just grownups, not much difference there. It was a slow dawning horror that hit Tubbo the most as he approached his own 18th birthday, that right now Quackity is 26. His dad, at time of death, was just hitting 40. 11 year old Tubbo could not comprehend the fact that in the beginning Quackity, adult or not, was still a fucking teenager dating his father.

“Wish I’d killed him sooner,” Tubbo spits vehemently.

Tommy nods sympathetically. “Here, calm yourself, Tubbo, have a bagel.”

“So, you’re planning on… on taking over? Over Schlatt’s whole deal?” Ranboo asks, still caught in his own train of thought.

“‘Course not! Tubbo’s not like him,” Tommy defends him too quickly. “He’d never follow all that shit. He’s a fuckin’ hero and he’s gonna wipe this bit of wronguns off the map!”

Tubbo doesn’t speak.

“Er, aren’t you?” Tommy gives him a worried look.

“It’s not that simple, Tommy,” Tubbo feels like he’s aged ten years. “I don’t want to follow in his footsteps. I refuse. But… there’s things that…” Tubbo sighs. “Best way I can keep you all safe is if I keep some of that power. I don’t like it either, but… I don’t see a better way.”

“That’s a lot to put on yourself, Tubbo,” Ranboo says delicately.

“Yeah, that doesn’t change that I don’t have much choice,” Tubbo can’t help but be cold.

Tommy nods, thinking this over. “I mean, I trust you, Tubbo. I know you’ll do what’s best. Hey, maybe you’ll bring back some shit from the Empire days! You’d kick ass getting stupid politicians to… to clean up the river or whatever the fuck.”

Tubbo smiles weakly, “yeah, well. One step at a time, bossman. But… I hope I can be more like them. I wanna help people. If I can.”

“I know you can. You’re almost as badass as me.”

“Thanks, Tommy.”

“I will say, you look like you got hit by a fuckin’ train, Tubso,” Tommy says. “When’s the last time you slept?”

All the you look tired ’s in the world Tubbo can dismiss, less so Tommy asking for a concrete number.

“It’s been… it’s been a rough few nights,” Tubbo tries feebly.

Tommy frowns. “Well, that’s it. No more throwning shit in the river, big man Tubso needs to have fuckin’ naptime.” Tommy stands, nodding sharply like that settles the matter.

“Right, where am I supposed to do that?” Tubbo scoffs.

“Back at my place. You can stay in my room,” Ranboo offers.

“I am fine, you guys,” Tubbo says.

Ranboo and Tommy exchange a look, come to some unspoken agreement, and then Ranboo is picking Tubbo up.

“Whoa– heyheyhey put me down–” Tubbo kicks uselessly as Ranboo carries him up the steps and back to the street.

“Nope!” Tommy cackles. “You’re gonna sleep and be all comfy and shit whether you like it or not!”

Ranboo struggles, but he manages to carry Tubbo all the way back to the bakery. “I… can’t do the stairs…” he huffs breathlessly.

“Tubbo’s got two whole working legs, man can do stairs by himself,” Tommy ushers Tubbo upstairs.

Tubbo copes with his two best friends fussing about him until he finds himself, in one of Ranboo’s shirts, curled up under his quilt. “Wait,” Tubbo stops his friends from leaving, Tommy ready to high-five on a job well done on the abduction, they pause. “Can you boys stay? I don’t–” Tubbo doesn’t want to admit he’s scared. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“You got it, boss!” Tommy crawls over Tubbo, flopping down beside him. “You want in on this, Ranboo? We can make room, I suppose.”

“It’s my bed,” Ranboo teases, getting in on the other side so Tubbo is smushed between them.

“Oh, look at me I’m Ranboo and I have my very own bed and that makes me fucking lord of the beds or some shit–”

“Shouldn’t we be quieting down so Tubbo can get some sleep?” Ranboo cuts him off.

“Yeah, making fun of you is like a lullabye,” Tommy teases right back.

“Thanks, boys,” Tubbo breaks their bickering. He’s already drifting. This is the safest he’s felt in a long time. Maybe as long as he can remember.

For the first time since Tubbo turned eighteen, he sleeps.

#my writing #mafia au #benchtrio #cabinetduo

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Ok so, another YunLeo request, but this time Lee!Leopold🫣🫣 The youngest Vermillion is very cheeky and u can't tell me otherwise-

-😺 anon

There will never be a day I grow tired of Yunleo- I've gotcha covered can anon! :D

“You know- if we were to duel it out right now? I’d win.” Leopold casually mentioned one afternoon, twirling the end of his braid in his fingers. “I’m really strong, haven’t you heard?”

“You talk about it all the time; of course I know.” Yuno only continued to lay still, closing his eyes as he focused his magic around them. They had been graced with a day off, and all the wind mage wanted to do was sleep in the comfort of his boyfriend’s embrace.

Unfortunately- that boyfriend was currently being annoying.

Really annoying.

“Fair, fair. Still- my flame magic can defeat anyone!” Leopold poked the other’s arm gently, eyes dancing with mischief. “Wind magic’s got nothing on me!”

“Wind has the advantage, no?” Yuno finally opened his eyes, turning to look at the other properly. “I could snuff out your flame with one quick gust.”

“Maybe if I were a candle; I’m a raging inferno!” Leopold raised his arms and made himself look bigger, roaring playfully. “Fear me!”

“I hadn’t realized Inferno’s were like bears.” Yuno snorted, reaching out; poking Leopold’s belly and making him double over with a yelp. “Doesn’t that mean you’ll be going into hibernation soon? Can I join you?”

“For hihiihihbernation?” Leopold giggled out, swatting at the hands as they repeatedly poked at his belly. “Suhuhre! If that ever happehehens! Yuno!” He grabbed his wrist, pouting. “Don’t do that!”

“Don’t do what?” Yuno shot his hand forward, poking Leopold again. “You're the one holding my hands.” Pulling one free, he dropped it down to Leopold’s knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And you're laughing a lot- am I really funny?”

“Ahehahaha! Stahhahap it!” Leopold grunted through his smile, doubling over Yuno’s hands as he tried and failed to block him out. “Dohoohohohn’t tihihihikcle mhehehehehe!”

“Hmm…nah. I don’t feel like it.” Yuno reached out and squeezed his waist, earning a cackle. “Besides; you just said you could beat me in a duel; come at me.”

“Yohohohoohohur cheheahhahhahating! Ahehahahahahha!” Leopold fell backwards, dragging Yuno with him as he wriggled this way and that to escape. “Tihihihihiihickling’s uuhuhuhuhuhnfahahhahahhair!”

“I disagree- I think it’s quite fair.” Yuno took his new position to his advantage, sitting on Leopold’s hips as his fingers wormed along his ribs. “It’s a form of fighting- you never have problems using it on me.” Yuno smiled as Leopold squirmed and thrashed, weakly pawing at the other’s hands. “Don’t back out now.”

“Yohoohoohohohohu jehehehehheherk! Ahehahahahahhahaha! Juhuhuhuhust wahahhahait until I geheheheht you bahahhAHHAHAHHAHCK!” Leopold arched with a squeak, head thrown back and laughter booming as Yuno attacked his belly, drilling into it softly. “NOOHOHOHOOHOOHOHO!”

“Sorry, what was that?” Yuno chuckled as he moved his hands back to his boyfriend’s ribs, feeling him ease once more. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me beating you.”

“I shahahhahahahid jusuhuhuhuuhuhust wahahahhaIHIIHIIHIHIHIIHT!” Leopold cackled loudly again when Yuno went back to his stomach, calming down some when he moved away. “STahhahahahhaahhap iihiihihihit!”

“No. I like doing this. It’s funny.” Yuno repeated the motion another time, satisfied with how Leopold responded. “You were saying something?”

Leopold glared, the effect weakened with each new wave of laughter. “Thahahahhahahat is ihihihihihiihiht!” He cried, reaching his limit. Within seconds he had his legs up and around Yuno, flipping them over until he was pinning the other down. “Gotcha-Whoa!”

Perhaps his twist was too strong, for they ended up tumbling completely off Leopold’s bed, crashing harmlessly into the floor below. With his fast thinking, Yuno blasted some wind to cushion the fall, leaving them lying side by side on the wooden floors.

“Hello there- come here often?” Leopold asked, earning a snort from the other.

“You're such a dork.” Yuno smiled, gently poking the other’s shoulder before rolling on his side, properly looking at him. “I win.”

“What? No way- that was cheating!” Leopold matched his posture, starting to smile. “You caught me at a disadvantage.”

“Really? I could have sworn you had plenty of opportunity to fight back.” Yuno grinned. “Maybe you just like getting tickled.”

“Oh! You son of a- come here!” Leopold roared playfully, tackling the other into the ground for another round, the sound of Yuno’s laughter dancing around the room.

They’d figure out the winner eventually.

I hope this was good!

#black clover #yunleo #yuno #leopold vermillion #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #I love them so much your honor

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badhockeymom · 2 years

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For the anon asking about moving to Finland:

You could. Whether you should is up to you. As long as you're aware of the possible obstacles, mainly language and thinly veiled xenophobia. (I'm sort of sorry for bringing these discussions forward and badhockeymom: feel free to not publish this if it is too much - but people need to talk honestly, if this was a serious question)

Language first. If you want to try and learn our other official language, Swedish, I'd say it's possible (any and all official settings such as doctors etc. are legally required to serve you in Swedish, but whether or not that's easy to arrange depends on where you live). Finnish, not so much. It takes a ton of work for anyone whose native language isn't a part of the Finno-Ugric language family (so, most of the world) and the written and spoken Finnish differ a lot. Speaking Finnish the way it's written makes you sound either like a pretentious ass or a foreigner.

Which takes us to the second point. Finland is a country of 5,5 million - most big cities around the world have at least that much residents; our greater capital area has about 1 million. Most of the people here are Finnish or a part of the Swedish-speaking minority (who are despised and it's actually ridiculous). We've come a long way with acceptance of different people, true, but we're definitely not a good country for people who are not white, cis, and Finnish-speaking. Hell, we still force trans people to be sterilized during the gender affirming surgery! A lot of the discussion surrounding any crime happening anywhere is about whether the culprit was "actually Finnish" (read: were they white or not - it doesn't matter how many generations your family has lived here, if you're not white, you're not Finnish, to some people).

It's true that Finland is a relatively safe, clean, well-off country. Living here is surely much better than in a lot of other countries. But there are massive problems, and I personally am tired of people sugarcoating things and painting pictures of a socialist-paradise-slash-winter-wonderland (especially since the climate crisis has fucked up that too, at least here in Southern Finland). It's not. We have problems. Bad ones. And everyone disagrees about them - loudly. If you can work through and/or around these (and other) obstacles, by all means. It shouldn't be difficult, especially if you're a part of the EU, but even if you're not.

Just make sure, if you actually want to do it, that you know what you're getting into. Research. Ask questions (my box is always open and I'm up at weird hours). If this didn't scare you off: there are a lot of people who will welcome you, me included, even though it might not sound like it.

Thank you for saying all these things that I was too tired to put down in my half-assed tongue-in-the-tired-cheek kind of answer.

My two (three) cents:

Thinly veiled racism is really a thing. Not even that thinly veiled. It's sometimes baffling how socially acceptable it is to crack jokes about ethnic minorities that have lived in our country for centuries, romani and sámi (who are indigenous btw), even among people who you'd think would act better.

Finland will absolutely have to tolerate people who don't speak finnish or swedish well or speak it with an accent. Our language demands are a deep-running problem and a form of xenophobia.

However, I have mostly heard of success stories about people who choose Finland, move here and settle here, they seem to love the country and the mostly safe, chill and quiet way of life, the society. May be a form of survivor bias: the ones who didn't, didn't stay and the ones who did, did it because they liked it here.

#asks #answered #finland #suomi #kiitos ihana!

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haru025 · 2 years

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The offer

First story.

I apologize if there were any grammatical mistakes since my first language isn’t english.

Please feel free to correct me if you spotted any mistakes, so I can improve. Thank you! :D

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Chapter 01: Leaving Home

*Crack*

The sound of the crackling of fire has never been so loud until now.

“Child.” The man in front of you spoke. “I can cure your sister’s sickness rather easily.”

“Huh?” you were shocked. Your sister’s sickness, according to the doctors in your town, was rare and almost impossible to cure. The medicine or the elixir for the treatment requires the amount of money a wealthy person can afford, and you can only dream off.

Your sister told you that there is no need for you to buy the medicine and just allow her to die. You, of course, disagree. Saying that you can find a way to earn the money needed for it, so you did a lot of rackets and side jobs but the money that you earn was not nearly enough. You almost lost hope until the healers suggested an ‘easier’ way.

According to them, you need to travel to collect the ingredients. The first one, the one that they said was the easiest to collect, was the Hunlist fruit that is abundant in the town of Astregoth. To get to that town, you must climb a mountain and go through the forest of Zetria, a forest full of magical beasts. Thinking that there is no other choice you agree to them much to your sister’s dismay.

Despite them calling it the easier way, traveling from place to place takes time. But for this man to offer it to you, saying to you that he can do it easily, gives you hope. And he might even do it for free-

“However,” The man said, cutting your train of thoughts. “My acts of kindness does not come for free. I will cure your sister for a certain price, child.”

Not for free then.

You’re quiet. So quiet that you manage that you can hear loudly the howling of the winds and the tree branches that knocks on the big windows of his castle.

“My question is are you willing to pay it?” he asked, his golden eyes staring at your own, a glint of mischievous dances within them, his lip curling up into a not – innocent – smile.

“I –“

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The sun rises from the mountains, signaling it’s the start of a new day.

The sunlight illuminated the snowy paths of your small town. It shows the merchants and vendors setting up their stores, hunters riding their horses, and civilians buying food for their breakfast.

The light peered down to your window, going through the curtain and then hitting your face, forcing you to wake up. As you do so, you get ready for the day. Fixing your bed, washing your face, brushing your teeth, dressing up, and fixing your hair.

You came out of your room, heading towards the room of your older sister, expecting her to still be asleep, but to your surprise, she isn’t.

She’s already on the balcony staring at the winter wonderland scene. The fire in her room already had been taken care of, her bed had been fixed, and already dressed in a long purple dress with gold accents.

Since her room’s balcony is situated in front of your home, every passerby greets her.

“Sister…” you called out softly, successfully catching attention.

“Oh! Good morning there, (Name)!” She cheerfully greeted you. Her voice filled with joy.

“Good morning, sister.” You replied, your voice, unlike her, remained monotone.

“Come, come. Have a sit together with me.” She urges you, smiling while doing so.

Sighing, you comply with her request, but not before grabbing a cloak from her wardrobe. The birds chirped as if they are singing, as your sister close her eyes to feel the sunlight hitting her skin. You put the cloak over her shoulders.

“Sister…” You sighed softly.

“How many times must I tell you that staying outside in the cold for too long can worsen your sickness?” You scolded and in reply, she just laughs at you.

“Come now, (name). Must you truly be this mean to your dearest older sister? Forbidding me even going outside in the cold?”

“I’m only forbidding you because it can worsen your health.”

“But I like seeing the snow.”

“Then you can stay inside and watch it from the window in the comfort of your bed.”

“Ehhh….” She wined. For a grown adult woman, your sister can be quite childish.

“Sister.” You said, looking her in her eyes.

Noticing the way, you look at her, she reluctantly complies with your request.

“Fine, fine, I’ll head inside.” She replied slightly pouting and sulking.

Your sister’s name is Alexandrina Leonhart. 25 years of age and one of the best tailors in your hometown, the town of Brooklyn. Your sister is a beautiful, gentle woman.

Her features scream ‘gentleness, motherly, and the following sentences ‘Oh dear, are you hurt? Allow mother/ sister/ me to help you.’

Her neatly comb blond hair went down to her waist. Her light brown eyes hold warn that can be compared to the sun during the winter times. Oval face, fair skin, pink plump lips, and a slender figure with a warm aura surrounding her.

Looks, that are envied by a lot of women and attracted a lot of men.

On the other hand, you (Name) Leonhart, is the complete opposite.

22 years of age and one of the best hunters within your region. Your appearance was not gentle.

Despite being combed and tied into a simple high ponytail, your long brown hair is still a mess, with hair sticking out in different places.

Your heteromeric eyes were sharp. You have a scar that runs from your forehead, through your left eye, and ends at your chin. And you also have a quite muscular build.

If anything, you would be considered as handsome rather than beautiful. The way how you acted also reflects a man rather than a woman. This somehow catches a lot of attention from both genders; hence you could say that you are quite popular and have a few numbers of suitors.

As you help her get inside, you forced her to sit near her table and tend to the fire.

“I’ll help you cook breakfast, (Name).”

“There is no need for you to do that, sister. Please just rest.”

“Nonsense, my disease will only get worse if I rest all day long.” She said annoyance lacing her voice since you would not allow her to do things to help around the house anymore.

Sighing softly again, you replied. “Alright. But if you are in pain or any form of discomfort you have to tell me.”

She lets out a laugh making you look at her. She then stared back at you, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Oh, dear…

The two of you walked in silence in the hallway of your small home, heading to the kitchen. You thought that you can escape her teasing but unfortunately, no.

“You’ve been sighing a lot lately, (Name).”

“I know.”

“You’re going to age faster if you continue doing that.”

“Please stop speaking such nonsense.”

“Hey! It’s not nonsense! Everything that I say makes a lot of sense.”

“No, it does not.”

“Yes, it does!”

“Where did you even get that information?”

“From the healers of course!”

“Utterly nonsense.”

“Hey!”

“Is it that much of a problem that I will age faster if I continue to sigh?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Not that it would matter, you are far too childish for someone of your age.”

“That’s not the point here!”

Fortunately, you have a lot of ‘comeback phrases’ for your sister. By the time the two of you manage to finish this sort of teasing conversation, the two of you are already in the kitchen. You started the fire and take out the meat that you manage to catch yesterday, and your sister take out the other ingredients.

Soon breakfast is done. Venison stew, stir-fried vegetables, and rice accompanied with a cup of coffee and tea.

“Are you going to go to the town of Astregoth today?” Your sister asked as she sip her cup of tea.

“Mn.”

Sighing softly, she puts her cup down and said “There is no need for you to do that, (Name). My disease is some-“

“Something impossible to cure?” you cut her off raising your brow.

“Yes. So, there is no need for you to force yourself just to get the ingredients needed for the elixir.”

“And accept the fact that you’re just going to die?”

“Yes.”

Your sister looked at you, her eyes no longer holding the teasing nor the usual look. You didn’t back down, you glared at her, refusing to believe that she would just accept her faith of dying because of the disease.

“(Name).” your sister began.

“There is no cure for my sickness, it is best if you just accept my faith of dying because of this.”

“Sister, why is it that you refuse to believe me that I can find a cure for you?”

“I believe that you will eventually find the cure.”

“Then – “

“However.” She cut you off. “Finding the ingredients for the elixir or medicine would be hard. It would put you under a lot of stress, which is what I don’t want to happen to you.”

“Stress is nothing compared to me. Besides, your life is much more important than stress.”

“(Name), you don’t even know of how much danger this whole adventure holds.”

“So? Sister, I’m an experienced hunter, I can surely face all of them.”

“Everything won’t be under your control, (Name)!” Your sister replied, her voice lacing with anger and annoyance.

“Perhaps, but I can once I begin my journey, I can put everything under my control.”

“(Name).”

Your sister sighed, massaging her temple. You are truly stubborn ever since you were a child. You refuse to listen to what anyone says and still force the things that you like.

“I don’t want you to die.” You said, making her look at you again. Your gaze does not meet her own as you stare at the empty mug in your hands.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re the only family that I have, sister. I don’t want to lose you.”

Alexandrina has heard this sentence multiple times, yet she still gets emotional. Perhaps because when you say this there was a rather unrecognizable softness in your voice that almost resembles your father or probably because when times like this happen, she sees the younger you, the version of you that would grab her skirt when you roam the dark alleys of the underground city, the version of you that would cry and beg her to stay if she needs to go out and hunt for food, the much more vulnerable and innocent version of you.

Seeing that you have no plan on going back on doing and going on an adventure to find the ingredients, she sighs in defeat.

“Very well. I’ll see you off later once you begin your journey.” Your eyes sparkled at your sister’s response. Even though your face is still blank if others look at it, your sister can see that you’re beaming.

You are very delighted that you finally manage to make your sister agree.

“Thank you, Sister.”

“Alright.”

After that, the two of you begin to clean the house and do your respective chores until it is time for you to leave.

You’ve taken a bath, dressed, and equipped yourself.

You are currently standing at the gate of your home, your sister fixing your coat and scarf.

“Do you have everything you need, (Name)?”

“Yes, I do. You’ve been asking that question multiple times already.”

“Hey! I just want to be sure!”

“Shouldn’t that be my line?”

“Hmph.”

You hug her tightly. Surprise by the gesture since you don’t do this out in public, your sister quickly return it. It lasted for a minute before you separated. She pats your head.

“Take care, (name).” Your sister said with a warm smile.

“Mn.” You replied smiling as well.

“I will.”

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