#so no more dressing up pretty to see executions and make them a party

[bucketwingthoughts]

I have this fic idea that under Starscream's reign as Chancellor, executions are still common and legal, even if he has acquitted Megatron. When Starscream and Megatron get together, Megatron is able to come up with a deal with Starscream that allows Megatron to rehabilitate prisoners on death row and if it turns out they can be reformed then Starscream will lessen their sentence.

Starscream grudgingly accepts, which leads to Megatron opening up numerous rehabilitation practices for prisoners.

#the gag is starscream kinda liked executions but he has to be 'good' because megatron is a goody two shoes post lost light #so no more dressing up pretty to see executions and make them a party #megatron is always successful with rehabilitation #megastar #starscream #megatron #all megatron has to do is soft talk starscream because his deep and soft voice will make starscream go feral

[kissagii]

diamond-studded delights

michael kaiser x gn!mikage!reader ; wc 1.7k

tw: kaiser exists. references to reader getting insulted. cursing. pet names used: pretty, darling.

There are three kinds of people present at business galas. Firstly, the old, rich, notorious entrepreneurs that could be a business’ savior or its downfall. Second, the young entrepreneurs, fresh on the scene and desperate to suck up to a rich executive and get a business deal. And third, the begrudgingly attending spouses and children only there to add to the chatter and be something for the old men to brag about. You and your brother fall into the third group - you the heir in name, and him the heir in practicality.

Business was never your goal in life, so your role at the galas amounted to looking pretty, chatting up older women to keep them entertained, and disappointing business executives that were scandalized by the thought of an eldest child uninterested in the empire they were set to inherit. 

This particular gala is shaping up to be nothing out of the ordinary – you’re dressed to the nines in classic navy and silver, not a hair out of place. Your mother’s friends shower you with compliments, calling you charming and mature and pretty, and their husbands look at you with pure disdain.

You can sort every attendee into one of the three groups as soon as you see them. Except for one, a young man whose two-toned hair and lack of a jacket immediately piques your interest. Just who does he think he is? Whoever he is, he’s new, and you want to know more.

As the chatter builds around you and the music is drowned out, you approach the newcomer. Your question is simple - “You’re new, aren’t you?”

“Do you make it a habit to keep tabs on all your guests like this?” The young man turns on his heel, blonde hair fluttering around his shoulders. His eyes are a striking blue, lined in deep black and vibrant orange, and his black shirt is almost scandalously unbuttoned. He’s  pretty, you have to admit, but at the same time clearly destined for trouble.

“Who are you with?” You ask bluntly. Foreigners like him are a rare sight at these events, and as far as you remember, none of the European executives had sons. 

“Oh, you don’t know me?” He smiles cruelly at you, almost as cruel as his silken voice. “Michael Kaiser, with the Blue Lock project.”

Blue Lock. You know that project all too well – it had swallowed up your brother just a few months ago, and your father insisted on funding it. 

Before you can mention that you haven’t actually heard of him, he’s walking towards the party with long, languid strides. He stops beside you, lowering his voice to whisper in your ear. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some old geezers to flatter. Money doesn’t grow on trees.”

This is where the conversation should end, you know that. He’s some soccer star (you assume) here to charm old men into funding his career and probably cause trouble in the process. But still you call after him – “You won’t make any connections looking like that, you know.”

Kaiser turns slowly back to face you, that stupid cruel grin plastered across his face once more. “Oh? And what do you suggest I do, then?”

“Go to the restroom, wash your eyes, fix your hair, button your shirt, and pray that nobody remembers what you looked like before. Going around like that will only start a scandal and I’d rather not spend my time picking up after you.” You look him straight in the eyes as he slowly approaches you, steps calculated like a hunter approaching its prey. You don’t scare me, your eyes say, so don’t think you can walk over me so easily.

Suddenly you’re very aware of how close he’s standing – close enough that you can smell his earthy cologne and see the flecks of green and gray in his eyes. Close. Too close.

“And have you considered that I don’t want to change that?” He croons, voice soft, emphasizing how very, very close he stands.

You take a step back, praying he can’t hear your heart hammering in your chest. “Then go ahead, run your funding attempts into the ground. I don’t care.”

Again, that grin. That cocky grin of a man who knows he can get exactly what he wants, no matter what it may be. He steps toward you again, a ring-wearing finger hooking under your chin and pulling you close. “Don’t act so apathetic, pretty. I see how you look at me, undressing me with those eyes of yours. I know you love it.”

The breath hitches in your throat, and for a moment, your heart ceases to beat. Any words that form in your mind fall silent on your tongue, and you stare at Kaiser, completely speechless. This bastard sees right through me. His eyes glimmer at the sight of you silenced.

“See what I mean? Now come on, let’s go outside, since you clearly don’t want me in here with everyone else. That’s a bit selfish of you, don’t you think? Wanting me all to yourself?” His finger on your chin pulls you closer to him, his breath fanning over your face. Close. Too close.

You stumble back sharply, heartbeat pulsing in your ears. “You’re delusional.”

“You tell yourself that,” Kaiser says, stepping beside you, his shoulder against yours. “I’ll see you outside, pretty.”

There’s absolutely no reason to even consider following him. In fact, you should be glad that he’s leaving, taking his arrogant and flirtatious attitude outside where he won’t bother you or any of the other gala guests.  And yet you still think about how easy it would be to follow him out the doors, to escape the chatter, stuffy small talk, and disdainful glances. It almost sounds like a good idea.

With a steadying breath you begin wandering through the crowds once more in search of a conversation to start. Has it always been this noisy? Have the people always been this close together? You don’t want to be in this room any longer, it’s too restrictive. Like you’re being crushed by the very atmosphere. Leaving – following Kaiser – is a recipe for scandal. But a scandal in the form of Michael Kaiser is too tempting to resist. 

Your legs take you there before you can fully think through your choice, the hot summer night a refreshing break from the cacophony inside. And there in the garden Kaiser is waiting, leaning against a wall, poised to see you the moment you walk out the doors. 

“I knew you’d come, pretty.” He said as he strode over to you. Even in the darkness his eyes sparkle sapphire blue, reflective like the gemstones on his cufflinks, dark lashes casting shadows over his face. “Just admit it, you’re losing your control.”

No matter how right he was, you wouldn’t let him know. “Me, losing my control? Come on, don’t act like you weren’t waiting for me like a dog waiting for its owner. You’re just as desperate.”

“And if I said I wanted you? What then?” His arm snakes not-so-subtly around your waist, “What will you do, darling?”

Words are overrated, you decide abruptly, pressing your lips against his. Your hand rests on the blue roses inked onto his neck, pulling him into you. He kisses you back with a passionate fervor, chasing your lips when you pull back. In the mere moment that your skin is against his, every ounce of breath is stolen from your lungs, heart racing and mind begging for more.

 Kaiser is poison. But he tastes oh so good.

Who can blame you for wanting to go back for more?

“Let’s get out of their view,” He whispers, guiding you away from the doors, deeper into the garden where you are safe from prying eyes. In this corner of the world it’s just you, Kaiser, and the crickets chirping in the warm summer air

The moment you’re far enough away from everyone else, he’s on you again, all lips and hands and ardent passion. You can taste the remnants of the pomegranate-ginger party drinks on his tongue as it passes by your lips, hungry for more of you; you lean into him without hesitation, as desperate for him as he is for you. He’s a horrible decision, but a horrible decision never tasted so good.

He whispers your name when he finally separates his lips from yours, the word rolling so sensually off his tongue. When’d he learn that? It hardly matters, though, because he’s said it and all you want is for him to say it again. And that he does, bringing his lips to your ear, “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

Maybe words aren’t so overrated after all. Because those words are the final drop in the cup that breaks the surface tension – there’s no going back now. You want him and he wants you, and the world’s opinions be damned, you’ll kiss that stupid soccer player in the shadows of your father’s business gala if it’s the last thing you do. You’ll kiss away any thought he has that isn’t you, you’ll let him dishevel your clothes and hair, you’ll explore every facet of him while the night grows late and the last traces of daylight vanish into inky blackness.

“You’re like a fucking diamond,” he murmurs breathlessly between kisses, “Sparkly and tantalizing and so damn unbreakable. Do you know what you do to me? Playing hard to get and acting like you can’t fucking stand me.”

You pull your face away, fingers tangled in his hair preventing him from leaning into you. Despite the darkness you can tell his face is flushed a warm and pretty pink. For such a cocky bastard, he sure looks pathetic, pulling against your grip in an effort to get close to you once more.

 “Hmm… how about you show me? Make sure I understand?” You can’t help but smile as you egg him on, giving him the opportunity to do what he’s oh so good at – getting what he wants.

His reply is whispered, hurried, breathless, and desperate: “Fuck, just kiss me again.”

You indulge him.

i hate that he has such a strong grip on me

#imagine ⋆｡°✩ #kaiser x reader #kaiser #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser x gn reader #kaiser x gender neutral reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock kaiser

[ecargmura]

The Apothecary Diaries Episode 5 Review - Color-Changing Fire

Oh, this is the first time an issue is a two-parter. The mystery behind the color-changing fire and the weird rashes haven’t been solved in this episode as it seems to be linked to the garden party for the culprit is definitely a woman with the man who discovered this finding a torn dress at night.

I do like that the people in the Jade Pavilion are loving Maomao a lot. She eats mushrooms with the quack doctor, gets tasked to sew pockets for hot stones in their under robes for the garden party, and gets the other maids to put makeup on her by force. I can tell that while she’s a bit cold, she’s someone you cannot hate. She’s a bit of a cynic, but she’s very kind as she does these things because she wants to (and the fact that she doesn’t want to be executed as well) and also has a hard time saying no. She’s a bit of a tsundere.

Honestly, seeing Jinshi shirtless was not on my bingo card. It’s a weird feeling as well. He’s always seen with his clothes on and he has a beautiful face, so the fact that he’s jacked underneath is really hard to imagine, but it makes sense in a way? Like this guy moves around all over the palace, so it makes sense he’s athletic as the palace is gigantic; one needs titanium legs to get around daily. It’s also sort of nice to see him whipped as heck for Maomao. Seeing Jinshi as a pathetic wet rag of a man around her is hilarious, but I actually don’t ship them. However, he does seem to feel bad about Maomao having to put on fake freckles just so she wouldn’t be assaulted. The commoner life is a harsh world compared to the rich and extravagant.

The reveal of Maomao having fake freckles was a bit surprising, but it makes sense why she was dancing without them in the opening now. Freckles and other ‘imperfections’ may be seen as a good thing these days, but back then, especially the ancient days, they were seen as undesirable qualities, especially for women. Maomao seeing freckles as an unsightly quality reminds me of my upper arms. I have freckles on my upper arms. When I was younger, my mom thought I had a weird condition on my arms and would often ask healthcare professionals if I had any sickness or such. Some of my friends had pointed out how weird my upper arms look at the time, so I did have a bit of a complex about them growing up. I had a habit of wearing jackets and hoodies in my teen years because of how much my upper arms have been pointed out. However, the discomfort disappeared as I got older. It wasn’t until I was around 17 that I learned that limbs could have freckles too. 

I do feel like the culprit behind the color-changing fire will be revealed in the next episode. I’m pretty bad with guessing, so I’m not going to do so this time. However, it is interesting to learn that fire can change colors if substances are sprinkled onto it.

I also like learning that there are two more consorts in addition to Gyokuyou and Lihua. One is Ah Duo, a graceful looking lady with long purple hair and looks almost like a female version of Jinshi. The other is Lishu who looks way too young to get married. Like, I guess the Emperor just wanted her to be a consort for the heck of it? Like, doesn’t he like busty women given how stacked some of the consorts are? 

Overall, this episode feels more of a buildup to the garden party and to see how Maomao is doing in the palace after helping out Lihua. I honestly can’t wait to see who the culprit is and what is going to happen. What are your thoughts on this episode?

#The Apothecary Diaries #kusuriya no hitorigoto #maomao #jinshi #ah duo #li shu #review #anime #anime review #arum journal #ecargmura

[madameriasims4]

Fancyish Pants

BGC

Pants found in Pants

Accessory Belt found in Rings (Index Left)

Tagged for masc frames, Everyday, Formal, Party, Hot Weather and Cold Weather

The first five pants swatches are my attempt to match with my favorite EA blazers, all of which are some degree of black/blue. I know the differences are pretty subtle, but I look forward to finally being able to properly match things! (The last four pants swatches are meant to match with some of EA's more blue blazers!)

I tried to be light on the details, so my hope is that these pants can be easily dressed up or down according to the occasion, and the accessory belt can be used to add a little bit more contrast or flair to the outfit if needed.

Download Link below the cut!

Another pair of pants?

Yes! They've been sitting in my WIPs folder for weeks, and it took me forever to combat some serious executive dysfunction and finally finish them up. Honestly, I feel like I spent forever on picking the colors, but I'm really pleased with what I picked! It was weirdly exciting to be able to match almost any top with these pants, and it kind of felt like when I was brand-new to making CC and just seeing something I made in the game was enough to fill me with giddy pride, haha.

Download (Patreon) Always free, no ads.

#ts4 cc #ts4 maxis match #ts4 mm #ts4 base game cc #ts4 cas cc #ts4 bottoms #my cc

[slytherhys]

12 Days of Christmas - ACOTAR Edition

In the spirit of the Holidays, I will be writing & posting short stories about the ACOTAR characters for the next 12 days. Please note that some will be shorter than others and that this is simply meant to be a fun time for everyone that loves these characters as much as I do!

PS. I'm open to requests.

You can also find this story on my AO3.

9th day of christmas - solstice ft. high lady's birthday (i spent the 21st of december doing some christmas shopping so pls forgive me for posting this a day later)

A life by your side (A Feyre's birthday oneshot)

The High Lord of the Night Court had spared no expense in throwing a party to celebrate his mate’s 24th birthday. People from all around Prythian gasped with wonder as they entered the ballroom, surprised to see it so beautifully decorated for the winter solstice and the long night awaiting them.

The floors were so thoroughly polished guests could see their own reflections staring back at them in awe; white tulle drapes covered the archways leading outside, their fabric dancing as the wind flowed between them. The ceiling, too, reflected the night sky, but no cold touched the guests’ skin. The tables were covered in food and champagne tastefully decorated with both fairy lights and beautiful flower arrangements.

Feyre was by the champagne table with Mor, her sparkling blue gown making her easy to spot. It didn’t take long before guests were wishing her a happy birthday, toasting to the High Lady, and wishing the Night Court a prosperous year. Helion himself had already pulled Feyre away for a poorly executed waltz (entirely her fault), and Cassian had taken her for whatever disastrous dance the band had chosen to play.

Rhysand, however, was still nowhere to be seen.

Feyre tried not to frown, but Morrigan just sighed dramatically. “He’s just taking care of something, he’ll be here in no time.”

“What’s so urgent he couldn’t have given me a kiss before running away to Mother’s knows where?” Feyre grumbled, taking a sip from her champagne glass.

Mor narrowed her eyes, eyeing the glass in Feyre’s hand before saying, “I think you might be a little more drunk than what we first thought.”

“Good.” Feyre huffed. “Might make me a better dancer by the time my mate decides to grace me with his presence.”

Mor chuckled, eyes scanning the room as she presumably searched for her cousin. “I promise it’ll be a worthy surprise.”

Feyre perked up at that, setting down her empty glass on the table behind her. “A surprise?” She inquired. “What surprise?”

“I think that defeats the purpose.” She deadpanned. “Don’t you enjoy surprises?”

No at the moment, no. “Well, you’re no help.”

Having fun, my love? Rhysand’s voice rang down the bond.

Feyre frowned deeply. Where are you?

Doing something very important.

“Are you talking to him, right now?” Mor asked. “It kinda weirds me out when you guys do that.”

Feyre ignored her. What’s so important you can’t even bother to see me in this ridiculously expensive dress?

You look beautiful, came his reply a few seconds later. Feyre spined around, scanning the ballroom for him.

Can you see me or are you just guessing?

His scent enveloped her, an arm going around her waist as he pulled her against his chest. “Of course I see you, darling.” He said, lips gently pressed against her ear. Feyre turned around, cheeks heating as she found his eyes drunkenly taking her in.

Good. It had been a pain to fit inside the dress, so he might as well appreciate it.

“And that’s my cue.” Mor announced, quickly fleeing in the direction of a pretty female wearing a beautiful, black dress. Emerie, if Feyre recalled correctly.

She turned to Rhys. “You’re late.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Am I?”

Feyre narrowed her eyes. “Are you going to answer my question?”

He shook his head, a smirk on his lips as he watched her. “Dance with me.” He whispered instead.

Feyre was slightly taken back. “You wish to dance with me?”

“I wish to have you in my arms,” He smiled softly. “Even if it means sacrificing a few toes.”

Feyre pushed him playfully. “You’re an asshole.” Rhys chuckled, smoothly grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dancefloor without another word. Feyre let herself follow him, suddenly too giddy at the thought of dancing with him.

“Is it another house?” She eyed him contemplatively. “A palace, maybe.” She searched his face for a reaction, but Rhysand only smirked.

“Are your expectations that high?”

“You have no one to blame but yourself.”

He twirled her before pulling her body back against his. “A blame I can easily take.” His eyes softened as he looked down at her. “You really do look stunning.”

Feyre smiled primly. “I think so too.”

“Nothing I offer you can ever compare to how I feel when I see you smile.” He leaned down, kissing her softly. “But I can try.” He whispered before raising his head, his violet eyes focusing on the clear dome above them. Feyre looked around quizzically, quickly raising her head when she noticed everyone’s attention focused on the sky above them.

Feyre gasped, his hold on Rhys tightening ever so slightly as she watched the sky. A spectacle of lights seemed to dance in front of her eyes, fireworks of every colour and shade painting the night sky in a colourful display. Wherever she looked, different forms took shape – the stars, wolves… A message to her. For her. Tears filled her eyes.

Before she could even think to kiss Rhysand senseless, a door to her left opened with a flourish, a large cake making its way towards Feyre, quickly followed by a grinning Elain. People clapped, cheering for the lavish display of love, but Feyre could pay them no attention: not when her attention was on Rhys, who looked at her with something akin to adoration on his face.

“Not that long ago,” He said in a low voice meant only for her. “the stars made sure I knew you belonged right by me side.”

Feyre let out a surprised laugh, a tear running down her cheek. “Is this your way of reminding me how young I am?”

“Or a way of reminding you how old I am.” He smiled fondly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I have lived many years, but I have yet to believe that I deserve to truly have this life.” He reached for her face, gently swiping away a stubborn tear. “To have found the love of my life, to have our family around us.” He leaned down, his lips a whisper away from hers. “That I get to share a life with you.”

“Is it worth losing a few toes?”

Rhysand grinned. “Absolutely.”  He said, kissing her once more. “Happy birthday, darling.”

Feyre leaned her head into his chest as Rhys swayed them softly to the sound of a music only they could hear. “Happy Solstice, Rhys.”

#feyre archeron #pro feyre archeron #rhysand #feysand #12 days of christmas acotar edition #happy solstice #feyre's birthday #christmas stories #christmas prompts #winter prompts #acotar fic #feysand fic #feyre x rhys

[jojobee2256]

Cinderella

Warnings: abusive parents and siblings (Cinderella style)

(F/S) - favorite style

You were running on three hours of sleep from the night before and an energy drink you found in the car on the way to work. This was a going to be one of the better days. Once you reach the elevators you quickly press the executives floor and start to straighten out your skirt. You had been wearing the same thing for the past two days but again it wasn't anything out of the ordinary for (Y/N) (L/N), the company's very own 'Cinderella'. Everyone who worked here knew about your situation with your stepmother and sisters, how they tricked your dad into handing the company over to your stepmother before suspiciously dying a week later. The nickname stuck pretty quick and you didn't have the time or energy to care anymore. You were left with nothing but they still allowed you to live with them and work in the company that should've been yours. You had become a glorified slave and if you didn't want to be thrown out on the street you'd have to deal with it until you found another job. The real issue was that no one would hire you and you couldn't figure out why, you were lucky if you even got an interview honestly. A lot of the employees pitied you, you could see it in their eyes as you walked by, but anyone who ever tried to help you out was fired soon after.

As you sigh over your bad luck, the elevator arrives and you quickly set everything up for the conference at 9am. It was about 3 hours away but you still had to do the work meant for your step sisters that you couldn't finish yesterday. While working you get a message around 7am from your support group, an online chat room for overworked assistants and secretaries where they can share everything from problems to reliable sources. This became the one place you could call a safe place and you quickly grew close to two other assistants that worked for the same boss. All three of you decided to create a private chat so that you could all share more sensitive matters in confidence.

NeedMeMaid5 - Young master needs morning coffee but the machine broke and I don't know any good coffee shops! He needs me what do I do?!

NotHappyHarpy- That's troublesome, he won't want to work properly if he doesn't get his way.

You think for a moment about the issue while you type into your computer before turning back to your phone to answer.

NoCinderellaHere- How quickly do you need it? I'm guessing he has a taste for strong coffee but it can't just be Starb****, right?

NeedMeMaid5- Yeah! I have to get this for him within twenty minutes! 😖

NoCinderellaHere- Try *****, it should be close enough and they have fantastic coffee. It is expensive though and they do it all by hand each morning, they run out quick so I'd get a move on.

NotHappyHarpy- She rushed out to get it. I'm sure it will be fine, especially since you recommended the place. How has your work been going, I thought you'd be sleeping in since today is supposed to be your day off.

NoCinderellaHere- Very funny, the key word there was 'supposed'. I don't get days off anymore, but I'm fine.

NotHappyHarpy- your 'fine' normally means something along the lines of an energy drink and wrinkled clothes since you didn't sleep the night before right?

NoCinderellaHere- ...Your to intuitive to need this site.

NotHappyHarpy- I'm here because the young master has me doing odd jobs for his lead scientist who needs a babysitter more than an assistant, but your not changing the subject. It's not good for your health if you keep doing this, hows the job search going? Have you tried Donxiquote inc. like we suggested? They are looking for someone like you.

NoCinderellaHere- several times, but not so much as a call back. I hear the CEO is throwing a party soon though and is invitingall the top companies. Maybe I can find a new employer there?

Your stepmother makes her usual loud entrance into the office with her ridiculous high heels and unprofessional, hooker like, dress, which is only rivaled by her bleached blonde hair done up in some trashy 90's hairstyle. She takes one look at you and grows a sour look on her face. Without a word she drops a long list of things that needed to be done today on your desk and leaves to her private office.

You examine the list and quickly realize it was a compiled list you had made of the work that she and your stepsisters were supposed to be doing over the next month or so. On the bottom it said it needed to be done in one and you felt a wave of exhaustion hit you, whether it be from the past few days of work with no sleep or the impact of the oncoming ones you didn't know.

You turn to the chat room to see that NeedMeMaid5 got praised for the delicious coffee and NotHappyHarpy was talking about how they all needed to get together and prepare for the party since they would be going too.

NoCinderellaHere- I would love to finally meet in person! We can meet up an hour before the party. You guys can decide the details, I was just given a list of work I made for the upcoming month that was meant for three other people with a note saying it needed to be done by the end of the week😩 I gotta go.

NeedMeMaid5- They're taking advantage of you! I can help you if you like.

NotHappyHarpy- I don't think she wants to hear about being taken advantage of by you, anyway the young master needs your help for the Barque Works project. As much as we want to help you, Cinderella, you'll have to deal with the wicked stepmother on your own for a bit.

NoCinderellaHere- Don't you start calling me that too! I specifically made this chat name so people would know to not call me that!

NeedMeMaid5- But your just like her! Lol

You grumble and set your phone aside so you can start your work, no prince would be saving you. You were on your own so you had to get yourself out of this mess and it started with doing the impossible. Finishing a months worth of work in a week, bring it.

You did it. A week of straight hell, but it was done. You just were thankful none of the long standing projects were on that list. Those couldn't be done in a week even if the whole company worked on them!

You let out a deep sigh and sink into your chair a bit. Normally you would've screwed such a ridiculous deadline and gone a more reasonable route, but you had a feeling this was some plot to restrict you from doing something , you just couldn't figure out what. After collecting yourself, you look at the time to see you had gotten done in just enough time to meet up with your two friends and get ready for the party. Gathering you belongings with a smile you make your way to the elevator.

"And where are you going?" You turn to see your stepmother and sisters glaring at you from her office door.

"I finished the work so I'm going to leave a bit early to get ready for the Donxiquote party." You were expecting something about how leaving early makes you horrible or how no one would want to see your face at the party, but instead you got laughter.

"Your not done! I was hoping it would be obvious!" Your stepmother says between chuckles. "You have more work to do. I'll give you a list in a bit, but there is no way I'll let someone like you be associated with my daughters and I. Especially at such a big event!" Before you could even put a word I. Your step sister snatched your things and threw them onto your desk, sending papers and the like everywhere. "You'll also have to pick up your awful work space." You quietly move to your desk and start to collect the fallen and misplaced papers. They were far more important than they would ever know, they held information on important clients and the company's assets.

"See you later, sis!" You didn't look back as you hear the elevator arrive and take the wretched trio down. Soon enough though the workers who were nearby started to help you reorganize the mess. You had mass amounts of papers on your desk from before so you gladly accepted the help. You knew they couldn't help when your stepmother or sister were around and the fact that they helped when they could was a great sense of comfort for you.

Once it was done you say your thanks as they all get ready to leave. You settle into your desk and check your phone. The list your stepmother promised was there along with several messages from your two friends asking where you were.

NoCinderellaHere- Sorry guys. She gave me another stack of work and won't let me go til it's done. Have a good time though, k!

NotHappyHarpy- No way! This is the last straw, we're coming to get you!

NeedMeMaid5- Yeah! We had a surprise for you and everything!

NoCinderellaHere- Guys no, I can't just abandon my duties here.

NotHappyHarpy- They aren't YOUR duties though are they? I'm guessing that wicked stepmother is doing this to keep you away from the party, right? Well we aren't going to let her get away with it.

You sigh and tell them no a final time before setting your phone aside. You never told each other exactly which company you all worked for so it's not like they could find you. You would just apologize tomorrow and be done with it. It's not like you wanted to go to such an amazing event anyway. Without realizing you start to cry a little as you work.

Not even half an hour passes when the elevator rings and in strolls two stunning women. One had light green hair and wore a form fitting snowlike styled designer gown while the other had wavy black hair and wore a ruffled purple gown. Both of them looked like super models fresh off the runway and they were walking straight towards you.

"You really were serious." The green haired woman says as she looks at your piles of paperwork.

"My god, she needs us!" The other days with a smile.

"Wait, are you two..." You look between the two women as realization sets in through your exhausted state. The green haired woman chuckles, breaking her poker face with a smile as she looks down at you.

"For someone who hates her nickname, you live up to it. Consider us your fairy godmothers because your going to our young master's party."

"Wait, your 'young master'?!" You shout in shock. You never got a reply though and before you knew it, you were shoved into a limo and taken to a large building where they put you in a studio bedroom. They pushed you into a bathroom and after showering for the first time in a week they then used you as a dress up doll. You were thrown into a gorgeous (F/C) dress in a (F/S) style. You did manage to learn more about the two women throughout the car ride and dress up process also. Monte was the lead secretary for Doflamingo, the CEO of Donxiquote inc., and was put in charge of babysitting the head scientist there a few years back. Baby5 was his assistant and ran odd jobs for most of the executives and higher ups in the company.

"Alright, finished." Baby5 pulls away from her task of doing your hair, you hadn't had the chance to shower since you started your challenge of finishing the impossible in a week, so you didn't even bother brushing it either and the rats nest atop your head was no joke. You had been washing it in a sink in a restroom with water and dry shampoo the whole time just to keep it decent. The shower did wonders though and whatever wasn't fixed in that blissful waterfall was magically done by the two women. Your skin was clear and smooth thanks to Monte's handiwork while your hair was in a gorgeous style with beautiful ornaments decorating it due to Baby5's delicate hands. When you finally look in the mirror, you didn't even recognize the person staring back at you. She was so surreal.

"We gotta go, the young master is wondering where we are." Monte says as she grabs her purse while looking down at her phone. "He's been quite interested in the woman we always speak so highly of you know." She tells you as you follow her back down to the limo with Baby5 following behind the two of you.

"You told him about me! He's such a big shot, why would he be interested in an overworked assistant like me?!" The two women stop just outside of the limo and stare at you as if you just said the funniest thing in the world.

"(Y/N), you can't be serious! You've been doing the work of four people for the past few years with exceptional results. We had been trying to figure out why a person like you was not able to find a better job when the young master overheard us." Baby5 continues as we make our way to the party a few blocks down.

"He's a remarkable man, he grew curious so he looked into it and found out what we couldn't in a matter of hours." Monet gives a small smile to you.

"So there is a reason why no one will hire me? What is it?" Baby5 and Monet share a look before turning back to you. The limo stops and the driver tells you that you've arrived.

"Let him tell, I'll text him that we've arrived." Monet pulls out her phone again and begins typing away. The door is held open for you and the other two by the driver and you all get out. You didn't realize this event was so big, the flashing of the paparazzi made you feel like it was noon and not night. You followed the two women inside while ignoring the bombardment of questions, instead you were having a conversation all the way to the hall with them. At first you were trying to get them to tell you the reason why you could never find another job, but then it somehow drifted to economics and your ideas on certain companies, investments, and projects that your stepmother never listened to. By the time you reached the hall where the party was taking place the three of you were in such a heated discussion that they barely noticed the looks turned their way while you stayed oblivious.

"-so if someone would just realize this and support Dressrosa they would see that if they took them under the wing of their company all of their connections, land, and workers could be utilized. There is never enough of any of the three in any company after all and Dressrosa has these assets in not only abundance but high quality as well." You were in the middle of explaining how this small company was so valuable despite it being brought under the radar when someone came behind you.

"Fufufufu, what a clever way of looking at it." You turn to see the man of the hour, Doflamingo himself, smiling down at you.

"Ah young master! I got so caught up in our conversation that I forgot to introduce you." Monet moves so that she stood between the two of you with Baby5 at her side. "Young master, this is (Y/N) the one we were talking about. (Y/N), this is our boss. The young master of the Donxiquote family and CEO of Donxiquote inc."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I really admire your work. To become one of the seven leading companies in the field at such a young age is very impressive." You say while shaking his hand, trying not to let your eyes fall below his face and to the outline of his well toned body that showed through his tuxedo. It wasn't easy either since he towered over you so easily.

"I'm flattered. Baby5 and Monet have told me so much about you and I must say that I am more impressed with you. You might as well be running the company with everything you do, i personally would've killed someone by the third week if they treated me like they do you." You blush a little at his praise.

"It's not that bad, I just need to put up with it until I find another j-" your conversation is interrupted by a loud screech and an arm pulling you back. You stepmother and sisters had pulled you away, after all there was no way they wouldn't have noticed you being here.

"What are you doing here!?!" Your stepmother yelled at you. "Do you wish to embarrass us more than you already do?!" She raises her hand to slap you and you brace yourself for the pain that would soon spread across your face. But it never came, you slowly open yours eyes, not even realizing you had closed them at some point, to see Doflamingo holding your stepmothers arm before she could hit you. A tick mark could be seen on his forehead despite his smile.

"I see what you were talking about Baby5. I thought you were exaggerating a bit, but they truly do treat her like a slave." He releases her arm and your stepmother falls to the ground, clutching where he had held her. Your stepsisters had run off and a large crowd had begun to gather. "(Y/N), do you wish to know why you can't find another job?" You turn your attention back to Doflamingo as he stepped closer to you, effectively canceling any space between the two of you.

"Yes, I would really like to know why no one wants to hire me." Your voice came out steady and strong. More than what you thought you could do in a situation like this.

"It seems that your resume would either be turned down because your current company would call saying you wanted to retract your application or it never got there in the first place." Your eyes widen and then shoot to your stepmother. Without another word you walk straight up to her and punch her with all your might.

"I quit! I am also leaving the house! I love my father, but this is no longer the company he built from the ground up and that place is no longer the place he and my mother raised me. You destroyed them both and I'm not going to let you destroy me!" In your rage you leave the party you were so excited to go to and went straight to the house to pack.

Gather what little belongings you had, you leave an hour later and don't look back. Cinderella waited to be saved, you were done waiting and all those people who teased you with that nickname can shove it up theirs.

It had been two days since you left everything behind. You had left the website that let you contact Baby5 and Monet, you were no longer an assistant and you were now to embarrassed to face anyone at the party that day. You made a big deal in front of Doflamingo too! The thought turns your whole face red with shame and embarrassment every time.

You sigh as you exit the hotel room you've been living in until you can find a more permanent place to stay. You had an interview view today and thinking about the past was not going to help. As you walk out of the building and to your modest car you are stopped in your tracks by the sight of a large limo blocking your way. Baby5 and Monet were talking to people from the hotels management next to it until they saw you.

"(Y/N)!" Baby5 rushes to give you a hug while Monet quickly taps on the glass of the limo door. As you pry off Baby5 and take a large breathe of air that the hug deprived your lungs of, the man himself steps out of the limo.

"You certainly made it hard to find you. Leaving little to nothing left to track you down." Doflamingo walks up to you. "Fufufu, I would expect nothing less of my future second in command though." Without even being able to say another word he swept you of your feet and took you into the limo where you sat firmly on his lap with the reddest face you've ever made. His arm keeping you from moving away even a centimeter.

EVER AFTER

That day you joined the Donquixote family as their Vice President and the first thing Doflamingo handed you was the papers and power to destroy your step family and take back your fathers company. Soon after, you gained control of Dressrosa. You were successful and respected, no one dared use you.

Currently you were working overtime. Doffy's annual party was tomorrow night and you didn't want anything to bother him. That man was not only your savior, but the one who stole your heart the very day you both met. Monet and Baby5 has told you that tomorrow is going to be even more important that normal because Doffy has something very special planned. If it was special for Doffy then it had to be perfect, no interruptions!

"My doll, what are you still doing here?" You turn away from your computer to see your lover standing behind you. He asked you out within the first month of being in the company.

"Doffy," a warm smile crossing your face. "I thought you already left. I am just making sure nothing will get in the way tomorrow, if you want it to be special then I'll make sure it's perfect!" He chuckles and offers his hand out for you to take. He stole your heart at the party last year but according to him, you stole his long before that when he was looking into you on a whim.

"And my doll being tired tomorrow would be the worst thing possible so come home with me." You take his hand and ride from your chair, making sure to shut down the computer and lock the files in your drawer before leaving. "Tomorrow, Baby5 and Monet will help you get ready. I have some things to do before hand." You nod, leaning into his side as you both walk to the limo outside.

You were in a (F/S) dress much like the one you wore the last time but this one was white with golden lining. Your hair was once again expertly done with specs of gold strategically placed not only in your hair but on your skin as well. Doffy has a habit of going overboard with you, dressing you up to extreme levels and you had gotten used to it over the time you've been together but this was to much. You chatted away with the guests, while keeping an eye out for the man so you could give him a piece of your mind.

"My doll seems unhappy, is something the matter love?" You turn away from your conversation to see Doffy in his stunning suit. He always managed to sneak up on you despite his size and it irked you to no end.

"Of course something's the matter! I feel like I belong in a fairytale! You have gone to far this time, Doffy!" You scold the man, but he only chuckles and leans over to your ear.

"But you are my precious doll, of course I have to make sure your dressed nicely. Besides," he pulls away and stands on one knee, a little box in his hand. "I would love it if this was a fairytale and you could be my queen." He lifts the cover of the box open to reveal a gorgeous gem sitting proudly in the middle of a golden band surrounded by other smaller gems. You gasp and with hold your tears as you look at the ring.

"Oh Doffy," a few tears begin to escape your eyes as words escape you. you nod furiously yes as breathless giggles replace the words. Doffy's grin widens as he puts the ring on you and stands, the hall full of members now clapping and congratulating the two of you. You ignore them though, to happy to care as Doffy showers you with kisses from your hand to your cheek before finally settling on your lips. If this was a fairytale, you didn't care if you were a Cinderella anymore, because you got yourself the best king out there. Who ever needed a prince anyway.

#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo #one piece #doffy x reader #doflamingo x you #doflamingo x y/n #modern au

[tsuki-sennin]

Episode 40 of HiroPre! A play wedding, how precious~! Now don't worry, despite initial worries about Toei making it weird, this is all above board and wholesome. Very wild of them to make this the episode there's a delay for though, but I guess life's just funny like that.

Spoilers, I guess...

-I see Sora likes BBC's Walking with Dinosaurs.

-Sagely studies~!

-Oh ye gods, weddings.

-Ohhhh, worldbuilding!

-An all night party following an announcement of engagement. Don't even need to dress up.

-Quite a fun time, actually, I wish weddings in our world were that easy. And it might just be you two up there next, Mashiron~!

-...I have to wonder how polygamy works up there.

-Y'know, now I've got much more PreCure knowledge accrued, I've noticed that the casts have gotten smaller over the years.

-It's not necessarily a bad thing, mind you! It certainly makes sense, as the teams get bigger you'll have less time to devote to big supporting casts, but this has a side effect of us feeling isolated to our heroes.

-We still have plenty of weirdos to go around in Hirogaru Sky, but having more of them stick around more often would be fun. How's Berryberie doing?

-Just sayin', we would've really benefited from a Masukomi, Kaoru, or even a Yuriko.

-Ah, the cake. All the motivation you need.

-Kinda like Booster in Mario RPG.

-Royal wedding, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

-I'm sorry Elle, I don't care how much cake we eat or how shiny your cardboard crown is, nothing can make me give a crap about a royal wedding. In my junior year of high school, people were really going wild for Harry and Meghan, and I had no idea who these people were so I just kinda had to sit there in the corner.

-I see Ageha disagrees.

-Tsubasa-kun, your bowtie is somehow a brighter red than your jacket's orange.

Ageha: You're doing great, boy~! Just think of the doves flying out~! Tsubasa: No talking during the ceremony!

-Best of friends!

-Ageeeeee~!

-That was nice, wasn't it?

-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand there's the rub~!

-I have to hand it to Murase, Tsubasa sounds genuinely terrified here.

-I don't think Yoyo can officiate anything, so

-You should marry Mashiro twice over, Sora.

-I suppose it's not too surprising Elle could develop a crush on Tsubasa, considering he's like... the only boy she knows. Still though, I get why some people were put off by this.

-Frankly, I'm really surprised Toei haven't been doing a Dipper and Wendy ship tease thing with Tsubasa and Ageha. Thank god they haven't, by the way, that was always the worst part of Gravity Falls.

-I guess Toei knew that would be a little much, especially with the (quite understandable mind you) backlash Nozomi and Coco's relationship gets nowadays.

-Nightmare time.

-King Bitchin' Mustache can add Shotgun Papa to his list of titles.

-Even his own parents!

-He has been left comatose.

-That looks like quite a heavy book, I'm impressed she can carry it.

-"Nooooooooooooo?"

-It's always the simplest sentences coming from a kid that kill you, huh?

-Ladies and gentlemen, the bird boy is dead!

-Ageha appears.

-In the pursuit of great knowledge, one has neglected their friendship. A tale as tragic and old as time.

-That uh

-Might've been a good thing to let him in on earlier, Ageha.

-Skearhead appears.

-A wedding beast.

-Majesty leads our charge today.

-Skearhead's not even talking today!

-Oh, nevermind.

-Aaaaand she's caught!

-That Wing, ever gallant a knight and pal.

-Oh cool, team attack. Paralleling the cake cutting.

-Knighthood is much more fun than marriage.

-Friends and family forever!

-I'm... perplexed! I was expecting 24 minutes of mid cringe comedy, and got a fun and sweet exploration of these two characters' friendship instead on top of well executed cringe comedy. What a ripoff.

-I guess if I had to bitch about anything, I think having them talk as Wing and Majesty more would've been a fun way to tie the battle into their conflict.

-Speaking of which, the battle was pretty dang weak, they... absolutely could've done more with that. And why pick a church bell, Skearhead? Like, diegetically. In-universe. Watsonian argument. I usually don't mind this kinda thing, but like... a bell and a holly wreath are very specific imagery to just conjure up out of nowhere, but I think it'd make a lot more sense if Skearhead weren't just... seemingly slapped into the script because they needed a monster fight that episode.

-Like, Skearhead happens to see Elle and Tsubasa's play wedding and considers playing mind games by preying on Tsubasa's worries about the whole thing, or hell, even just wreaking havoc at someone else's wedding to draw out Pretty Cure would've been good enough for me.

-Anyways, forget all that, we're celebrating a harvest next time!

-Hi, this is Mashipan. I'm out looking at the fall colors. Please leave me a message, and I'll call you right back.

-Monda jumpscare.

-Business as usual, we see!

-See you next tiiiime, maybe!

#Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky! #hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky spoilers #pretty cure #precure

[dateamonster]

ive thought abt it ive meditated on it and i do like x significantly more than i thought i would

my first impressions led me to believe it was going to be an """elevated horror""" take on a bog standard slasher, with the adult film angle mainly being used as a gimmick to shock and tantalize while paying some lip service to the (s)exploitation history of the subgenre. from the trailer alone you could see it was heavily referencing slashers past (mainly texas chainsaw) but it was hard to get a sense of the movies identity outside of that. with how obsessed the genre (and all genres really) currently is with stealing the moves and iconography of more recognizable and nostalgic IPs, paired with the fucking lightning quick release of a prequel, i kinda wrote x off as a sales strategy dressed up like a movie. and idk i still stand by like parts of that. ive heard that pearl is the wildly superior movie (planning to watch that next) so it makes me wonder if x was just like a means to drum up interest in a movie that otherwise wouldnt have been as marketable. if that is at all the case, i have to give it up to the creators because that is such a bold and honestly kind of hilarious strat and funniest of all it seems to have totally worked. this is all still speculation of course.

but x on its own is a pretty strong movie. idk if its an especially good horror movie, but it is a good movie, and i feel like that sorta takes precedent. the characters were all well-defined and interesting. there was a good mix of likable folks that made you want to see them survive and assholes with satisfying deaths- the two prime forms of slasher victim imo. most importantly in my opinion, the story engaged honestly and meaningfully the subjects of sex and sex work. the way the genre typically treats sexuality has historically been... less than progressive, and though its still ultimately a story about sex workers being killed by repressed octogenarians, which is gonna be what it is no matter what, i felt pleasantly surprised by the treatment of the characters and the subject matter.

it doesnt feel like an arbitrary gimmick either. more i think the conflict between the elderly antagonists and their lodgers represents the conflict between the free love and sex positive movements of the 60s and 70s and the rise of christian conservative moralism in response to it, ominously foreshadowing its crest only a few short years after the events of the movie during the hiv/aids crisis.

i interpreted the movies thesis as this idea that hostility towards sexuality particularly between generations stems from this repression and agonized frustration at the loss of sex, beauty, youth. the movie draws all these interesting visual and narrative parallels between the two conflicting parties, particularly between maxine and pearl, which is obviously heightened by the fact that mia goth plays both characters in either movie respectively, which seem to suggest that pearl is a version of maxine who never got to live her superstar dreams, who is deeply burdened by regret and the passage of time and takes it out on those she sees as flaunting their privileges. its a phenomenon we still see in real time today: "why does this sheltered, soft younger generation get to have it so easy, when i had it so hard." clumsy as the execution felt in some places, the core premise is strong.

the places where x doesnt work for me or mostly in its desperation to make moments feel scarier than they are with ominous sound design and erratic editing. it doesnt not work, i guess, but the result feels undeserved. the actual horror part of this horror movie is its weakness. its the first time i can remember where i was engaged up until the middle of the latter half where the killing actually takes off. it just didnt do it for me, and the way the elderly couples bodies and sexuality were exploited to try and provoke horror and disgust felt especially like it was just trying too hard. i cant deny those scenes were uncomfortable, but not for the reasons the filmmakers seemed to think, and never to the point of fear or dread.

my favorite parts of x were the moments that explored the relationships between the young movie makers. i honestly feel like that in and of itself couldve been the whole movie and i wouldve been just as happy. bobby-lynne i think was a delightful, undersold character, with her marilyn monroe looks and quiet, profound emotional intelligence, as well as the unflinching pride in her career of choice. jackson i wish couldve been a focus more, if only because i feel like media is so afraid to talk about male sex workers and especially the way that role intersects with race. the film their making itself is predicated on a really loaded racialized dynamic and i know focusing more on that would probably totally take focus off the main story but its still really interesting and it feels strange just sort of letting that hang in the air.

the subplot regarding rj and lorraine is incredibly interesting and frustrating to me. x just fucking nails it with this one. lorraines sudden desire to join the movie felt a little forced to me but im overlooking that because it gives way to this sharp, incisive character moment, revealing that rj, for all he likes to talk about porn being art, looks down on its participants. his supposed sex positivity only holds out as long as he can retain a clear mental distinction between the good girls (chaste, but not too prudish, of course) and the dirty sluts. its just such a succinct and accurate roast of the divide between person who benefits/profits from sex work vs the actual worker, and how thats informed by sexism, racism, classism. rj and wayne die horribly again challenge <3

anyway thats all i have to say for now i think. there were hits, there were misses, but i do think i absolutely get the hype now, even if i dont necessarily agree with it in absolutely every aspect. mia goth put in an amazing performance, obviously, as did the rest of the cast imho, and im very excited for pearl.

#[posts without proofreading] lol 🤪 #x (2022) #horror

[akumanoken]

perfect bait

It was a pretty interesting arrangement of people… folks from all walks of life gathered in one place for a fundraiser, and Souji walked in with his escort, scanning the room the way he always did. One, two, three pairs already. Not bad. he knew this dress would do the trick. "Let's go to the bar, darling," he cooed sweetly to the taller man, his voice dripping with honey. "I'm in need of a drink…"

They took their time, to the bar, to a table, to the dance floor… the first art of the mission was always blending into the party so no one knew the difference. "I found at least three girls who would take you from me in an instant once we get started," he giggled, his conversation much more playful and wingman-like than the motions he gave suggested.

"Heh, you expect me to focus on you and the girls at once? Maybe next time I'll just take you to a club on the plate and you can hook me up then, Sou?" He reached over, moving a lock from Souji's hair. "Once you move the target upstairs, it's gonna be hard to keep the girl entertained…"

Souji laughed. "True enough… I'll make it up to you next time we go clubbing… Come on, I'm sure he's around here somewhere…" He and the other danced around some more, eyes scanning the room.

"…On your six, and you're definitely catching his attention…" The agent moved them so Souji could turn, and there he was. Kevin Aristotle. A playboy executive who had ties to a few underground trafficking circles. He pulled Souji's back against him, both of them still dancing, and leaned in. "So we're doing it? Get him upstairs, get him ready for questioning."

"…No problem, I have everything set up," he murmured, eyes locked with the other's a moment before looking down demurely and turning around to his escort. "Balcony on the way… so at least I know how to get his attention… he still looking?"

The agent leaned down into his neck. "Yep. What's the plan?"

"I got it from here, just wanna apologize in advance. It's gonna be loud, and it may sting."

He pulled away. "Huh??" Before he could finish Souji's hand cracked against his face hard. "What the hell??"

"That's the last time, I'm sick of it!!!" He said loudly before turning heel and storming around, storming right past the man and out into the empty balcony, holding himself. 5… 4… 3… 2…

"…I couldn't help but see that… are you okay??" The man came closer, leaning on the balcony railing. "Not gonna assume I know what it was, but he must be an idiot to make a pretty thing like you so upset," he smirked. "Oh, look at you you must be freezing…" He took off his jacket, wrapping it around Souji's shoulders, and Souji's smile, the way he shyly looked away, only emboldened him. "Sorry, I should introduce myself. My name's Kevin. Can I ask for yours?

"…Arina. Arina Staples…" Target acquired.

#drabble #sweet stinger;; (ff7 verse)

[himynameisobed]

january update.

first month of the new year almost done and things are looking up in a quiet, steady way - which, i think by now, is something i've grown to prefer. i had a birthday party for my 30th birthday. i wasn't going to at first. i was maybe going to have a nice dinner with friends, and then another dinner with cake and presents with my family, but i was out with my sister one day when she suggested having a funeral-themed party (a fun little death to my twenties celebration) and i thought the idea was so funny i had to execute it. i drafted up a fun little mock-funeral service invitation and decided the party would have to be. i ended up renting a space out, inviting over 100 guests (though i'm not sure how many actually attended), and mandating an all black dress code. "you should wear white." another banger of an idea from my sister, but i added a black veil for the vibes. the party went really well, except for spotify deciding to stop working after i'd spent a considerable amount of time curating a playlist specifically for the event. but it was friday the 13th, so i'm grateful that was the only thing that went wrong. everyone seems to have had a good time, and though i was too busy flitting around the room to really spend time with anyone (they say it's hard to have fun at your own wedding after all), there were speeches (eulogies, rather - given by Frances, Camilla, Conor, and my sister - all of them funny and then touching), and cake, and free-flowing drinks, and so many of the people i'd wanted to see but hadn't had the chance to for so long all gathered together. and by the end of the party, things were getting a little blurry, so i'm sure i had my fair share of fun too. the rest of january was just lazing about. i resigned from my job a couple of weeks ago to start a bootcamp (that started today!), and instead of working through my notice period, my manager said they'd just pay me out for it and I could just get more time off. i've been doing a lot of deep cleaning that i've been putting off for forever, playing video games, and returning to the habits i want to foster - namely, reading, writing, and drawing. sometimes i light candles and bask in the quiet, and i'm grateful to be perfectly content in my own company. i've also been experimenting with not drinking anymore, which has been going pretty well. i've gone out a couple of times and just drank non-alcoholic beers and mocktails, and honestly, the energy of the environment (usually bolstered with loud music) and going through the motions of drinking are enough to induce a pretty impressive placebo effect. i was worried i wouldn't have fun without the alcohol, and myabe i'm not as wild and won't go home with as crazy stories as i used to, but i still end up having a good time, and surprisingly staying out later than a lot of other people. i don't even miss the alcohol that much so i think i'm going to keep this going indefinitely and see what happens. the only thing is i feel like people are a bit judgy when they find out i've made the conscious decision to try to stop drinking - and moreso when they find out it's not just for dry january, but instead an actual lifestyle change. i've gotten a lot of why's and perceptively insincere congratulations's, and there's definitely pressure to drink to contribute to the overall vibe of the crowd (i even had a friend rescind an invitation to go out for drinks because she was already tipsy and i said i would go but not drink - "i can still come out and have fun!", "that makes me feel so not fun thouth"), but i've never been one to bow to pressure. the way i see it, i've done all the drunk nights out before, and they're all for the most part the same, even if they are entertaining. a little blurry, a little messy, a little reckless and wild. people love telling stories of the antics i've gotten up to when i'm drunk, but i don't need to be the story anymore. i'm 30 now, and i want to see if not drinking opens up my life in new - and maybe better - ways. i want my weekends back, and i want more energy and i want to be more creative. more and more i'm seeing alcohol - at least in the ways i consumed it (namely excessively, and without any restraint or moderation) - as a scam, and i don't want to buy into it anymore. so that's me at 30 - quitting my job, starting a bootcamp, quitting alcohol, and hopefully moving london, england by the end of the year. which reminds me, i still need to fill out my visa application. it seems i still haven't gotten over the trap of procrastination yet, but hey, nobody's perfect.

[circlique]

Avatar DND Session 23!

I need to get better about finishing these. Nearly a week after the fact at this point, and the next session is in a mere 3 hours.

Summary: The invasion of the Northern Water Tribe is well underway, and the party struggles to figure out what Laminar, and the Dai Li, stand to gain from taking over the city.

Previous sessions/Avatar DND Masterpost

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We begin the session with Klo and Chai Li returning to the top of the city’s southern wall to discover that all the guards and civilians who had been up there are dead. Chai Li starts off with a nat 20 to investigate the dead bodies. Based on what he sees, he is positive none of them were stabbed/shot/etc. However, they do look like they died in pain, so he concludes they were bloodbent rather than suffocated. He asks how Klo would resist Laminar’s bloodbending if they run into her. The DM says she would have to roll a contested strength check.

They start flying. There are a lot of dead people scattered about the city below, but eventually they stop seeing dead bodies and starts seeing…nobody. The place suddenly seems deserted. They land out front of the palace and run into Flamer, Ong, and Kelsang.

Flamer says his loyal cultists are out fighting for him. For some reason, Klo does not question this statement (it was sort of offhand…)

Meanwhile, Kelsang notices this bison is HIS (with a nat 20 animal handling roll) and has no idea how she must have ended up at XinLi’s school? The bison pounces on him and licks him and stuff. It’s quite touching, but it’s happening at the absolute worst time. Although Kelsang wants to love on his newly rediscovered life partner, he unfortunately has to send her off with a promise to find her later, and goes inside. The bison goes to circle above.

Inside, Klo asks a servant if he has seen any enemies yet. He says no and asks if they have entered the city and Klo says unfortunately yes. I asked to roll history or perception for what Kelsang noticed on his flight over here from the front. I rolled pretty high, so Kelsang tells Klo what he saw on his way over—black-clad people scattering from the dead bodies. He estimates he saw 8 of these darkly dressed assailants.

Meanwhile, Klo decides she can’t trust that her staff have not been infiltrated, and tells the servant that there will be a new hand signal to determine loyalty. She says the new hand signal is an open hand on the chest (like the pledge of allegiance).

The party decides they should send Ong somewhere where Laminar can’t find him, lest she try to use him as leverage. Flamer takes Ong aside into a different room to “practice his lines” for his mock execution that he’s been planning. Flamer says he’s gonna pretend to betray the group while some other group tries to kill Laminar. Ong asks if there’s an option to not kill his mom. Flamer says uhhh yeah he meant capture! Ong believes him, and asks what Flamer needs from him. Flamer says “sell” that his mom needs to stop fighting. They start brainstorming what that might look like.

Over to Syntagma and Zhongchung. They are in the boats near the front with the trebuchets and a couple of waterbenders and have just emerged from the fog to see the enemy ships in front of them. One of the waterbenders makes an ice block and puts it on the trebuchet. They launch it and it flings the block, but it causes the boat to rock and take on water. The block splashes down just shy of the ships. The waterbenders bend the water out of the boat and they sail a little closer.

The waterbenders look to Syntagma and ask how they can stabilize the boat for the next launch. Syntagma says that he’s here for a good time not a long time…but suggests they could freeze the water around the boat I guess.

Syntagma decides he wants to sneak onto the enemy boats, but doesn’t want to be seen, so he asks the waterbenders to make some more fog for cover. They try, but they aren’t very good at it and the fog isn’t thick enough to conceal much of anything. Frustrated, Syntagma then deconstructs the stone trebuchet to get a bunch of rocks. Once they get close enough to the ship, he climbs on board with Zhongchung clinging onto his back like a koala.

The men on the ship don’t notice them at first, but Syntagma can see that it’s a firebender and an earthbender. He hands a rock to Zhongchung and tells him to target the firebender first. Zhongchung flings his rock but only hits the guy in the shoulder…so Syntagma jumps up and tries to sucker punch the firebender, but misses. The firebender slashes a fire blade at him twice, once across the face to blind him briefly. Zhongchung bounces up and throws the rock at the firebender, hitting him in the head, but misses his second attack. Syntagma tries to bend dust at the firebender and misses the first attempt, but manages to clog the man’s eyes, nose, and mouth with dust on the second attempt. The firebender breathes fire to clear the dust off his face. He then strikes at Syntagma with a fire blade but misses.

The enemy earthbender tries to bend the rocks out of Syntagma’s pocket but Syntagma is able to keep them in. He then tries Zhongchung and succeeds in pulling the rocks out of his pocket. Zhongchung responds by just ramming into him and knocking him off the boat. Syntagma yells at the waterbenders below to finish him off, but they don’t hear him.

Syntagma tries to throw the firebender off the boat, but rolls a nat 1 and the dude is too big to pick up. So, Syntagma jumps on his back and puts him in a headlock. The firebender tries to get Syntagma off by lighting his hair on fire. Syntagma rolls a nat 20 to hang on. Zhongchung comes over and gut punches the guy. Syntagma squeezes harder, and eventually the firebender passes out.

Meanwhile, Klo, Chai Li, and Kelsang are in the council chamber debating what to do. Chai Li insists they need to be concerned about the spirit portal, because it is part of the Dai Li’s plan. Kelsang insists Laminar doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would just go along with the Dai Li’s plan, and that she might just be using it as a convenient excuse to get revenge on Klo. They agree Klo will meet Laminar in the council chamber to “negotiate” and they will set a trap for her.

I’m the other room, Flamer is talking to Ong about his execution plan. Ong says he’ll yell “wake up it’s pain time!” ????? Everyone is confused. Ong says that phrase scares HIM because that’s how he would get woken up before a long day of training at home??? But admits it may not work on Laminar. Flamer says he should try a special move Laminar taught him against her. Ong says “like this?” And crouches down and punches Flamer in the balls. Oof. He takes like 3 damage or something. Flamer then suggests he just tell her everything she taught him was wrong. Ong insists she’ll just call him a bad student. Flamer asks if ANYTHING will get to Laminar. Ong thinks she would lose it if she thinks Ong went soft. They decide Ong will sacrifice himself in the name of Major God. Flamer will also gaslight her into thinking that Xinli wants a divorce because he thinks Laminar is a bad bender and she ruined Ong’s training. A genius plan.

Two guards suddenly walk into the room and do the hand signal, which Flamer does back, but unconvincingly. They don’t really believe him to be a friend of Klo and ask him to prove he’s a friend. He does a bad job convincing them, and asks if they know of Major God, trying to leverage his newfound status as a cult leader. They don’t know who Major God is. Flamer says they can just go ask Klo to vouch for him. One of them rolls his eyes and goes to ask Klo while the other keeps an eye on Flamer and Ong. The remaining guard insists they’re taking Flamer into custody. Flamer says no, THEY’RE under arrest? They argue for a while about who’s the real insider threat. After a while, the other guard still hasn’t returned.

Back on the ship, Syntagma investigates below deck and finds a bunch of empty crates. The men on the second enemy ship have finally noticed something is wrong, and a gunshot rings through the air. It misses Syntagma, but hits Zhongchung. He collapses onto the deck. Syntagma goes to check on him and finds that he’s been shot in the face across both eyes, blinded. He calls to the waterbenders to heal him while Zhongchung starts rolling death saves. He rolls a 13, 2, and 20 to pass. The waterbender stabilizes him but says he needs immediate medical attention. They start moving Zhongchung back to the smaller boat while Syntagma finishes investigating the ship. He finds the empty crates, which actually do have packing material in them were some impressions are still visible of their former contents. There are indentations for knives, guns, rations, and some tube-like apparatus that Syntagma can’t identify.

Back at the palace, Klo, Chai Li, and Kelsang agree that Kelsang should go scout out the spirit portal and try to find a Juno for an update from her and her chiblockers. He scouts the spirit portal first but there’s no sign that anyone has been there. No foot prints, no signs of life.

He heads back down to the city and flies around until he spots a group of people in chiblocker clothes. He flies down to talk to them. They basically say they don’t want any preachy religious solicitations (because apparently this is what airbenders are known for!) and start walking away, but Kelsang follows, saying something about how he’s “not like the other airbenders.” When he mentions his name they finally laugh and say oh yeah, we know you, Juno’s really mad at you. They lead him to her.

Juno is below the city in some of the tunnels, basically running a field hospital. Kelsang approaches her and they banter for a minute. She’s still mad at him for running off, and especially for training with Xinli! She even says something about how bad she must be a picking airbenders, because they always turn out like this. Ouch, that really stings…

Kelsang sucks up his pride and asks if Juno has an update for Klo. She says they captured a Dai Li agent there who won’t talk. She says she’s gonna torture him, which Kelsang doesn’t approve of, and makes sure Juno knows it. He asks where this Dai Li agent is, thinking maybe he can convince him he’s some kind of undercover Dai Li agent and get him to talk without Juno having to torture him. He’s not very convincing and the guy just thinks he’s some rando airbender. So, Kelsang gets the great (HYPOCRITICAL) idea to “show him” that he’s actually Dai Li by showing he knows the air separation technique. He tries it, just enough to make the Dai Li agent cough a little…but he still won’t talk. Looking back this plan didn’t make much sense. Kelsang gives up and leaves him to Juno (who by the way, immediately points out again that he’s just becoming more like Xinli). She then tells the Dai Li agent, “now that you’re all warmed up, let’s get to it, shall we?”

Kelsang returns to the palace and reports on the portal, casualties, and Dai Li agent to Klo. She is still trying to figure out what to do. Chai Li insists he can get the Dai Li on board to capture Laminar by convincing them that Laminar not sticking to the plan is a threat to Dai Li’s overall plan. The problem is…we don’t actually know how Laminar is supposed to fit into the overall plan and how closely she’s sticking to that plan.

Meanwhile Flamer is still stuck in that room with the guard and Ong. After some back and forth, Flamer mentions his name, and for some reason the guard THEN believes him to be a friend and lets him go. Flamer and Ong exit unto the hallway, where Flamer has a sudden impulse to stab one of the servants but resists. He tells Ong about it. They then run into a “loyal disciple of Major God” in the hallway. He goes back and forth with this fake disciple until he passes an insight check and suspects him of being a mindbender.

He takes the servant to Klo, who fails her wisdom save against the mindbender. She also rolls a nat 1 history check to see if he’s been “working here for the past year” as he claims. Dude is her favorite servant apparently. Flamer says something about his cult, which is the first Klo is hearing about it! She immediately stops him as. demands an explanation for why he’s messing up the power structure in her city.

Flamer explains it’s not a big deal, he just told his followers to bring him Laminar’s head and that Klo should use their loyalty (to him) to her advantage.

Klo suddenly wonders why there were so many civilians outside when she told them to shelter. And Flamer feels compelled to tell her that he asked them to fight. Klo doesn’t like that, because Flamer basically just admitted to manipulating her citizens into getting killed! She’s starting to get a little mad, because these people are apparently so eager serve Flamer when she’s the one in charge!

Anyway, that was convoluted and we ended here.

#avatar #atla #avatar dnd

[spikesbimbo]

 Kingky

Pairing: Prince!Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: getting royal dick on valentine's day < 3

cw:  body worship, dacryphilia, marking, breeding , praise (receiving and giving), sir/king kink, defaming royalty??(idfk what to call it) treason, possessiveness, borderline yandere, hurt/comfort, body worship, rough sex to soft sex, mind games, sacrilege, slight cnc (barley), former virgin reader, corruption kink, false sympathy, sweetheart to meanie >: ( , idk if this is slow burn

wc: 7.8k

a/n:  for the jj plays cupid event!!!!! Thanks to @alto-march-of-death and @kmorgzz for helping build this story and giving me the title.

Happy valentines day, 

            love valentine < 3

- 18+ Minors DNI

“Stop being a crybaby, calm down”

His stern voice making you more anxious, not knowing how you ended up sitting in his lap. Feeling like a dog under him, or right now on top of him. Wondering how you got in this position daily, hourly.

You didn't understand why he kept you around, always having his hand around you whenever he could. You weren't the only pretty girl in the country, you weren't even qualified to be with him, being a somewhat servant before him snatching you up.

As much as you tried you couldn't ignore the stares and side comments of all the other girls in the harem, it made your eyes water, trying to wipe them when you got back to your room the prince gave you, all the others living in the same building, much more run down than yours; maybe that was one of the reasons.

Looking in the solid gold mirror he gifted you, ‘just cause’, always reflecting your red and puffy eyes daily as you called your most trusted maid to grab you some ice.

She was the only thing keeping you sane. No, the prince never did or pushed you to give him anything, but it was natural to be scared. Being in a foreign state after your guardians sold you. Aran, the only one who treated you like a human being and not a prize, saving you from being sold completely by saying that the prince would take care of you. As he worked under him his whole life as guard, proving his dedication.

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Thinking back to the day you listened to the first love of your life, dressing in their outfits on the day of the celebration. Aran keeping a close watch on you, seeing your uncertainty knowing you had no other way out.

He flashed you a small smile, not big enough for anyone to see but you, trying his best to reassure you that everything was going as planned.

Hearing the drums stop, you and everyone else at the festival turned their heads to the large door, carved out of the most luxurious stone, their family crest being engraved onto it.

You bowed seeing everyone else do it, the head advisors words being caught in your mind, "To properly curtsy, you place the right foot behind the left and then it's just a slight bob, what you don't want is when a lady goes too far down and then she can't come up."

This being the third time you done it since you've been here, the first after running into prince Sakusa’s advisor. Him declaring that you would be a perfect match for his concubine after seeing you at the banquet the other day.

He continued by saying that he wouldn't be able to deny your beauty and that you would be perfect for him, even making an exception for you due to his distaste with the women in his country.

You tried to zone out of the conversation until the words “produce an heir” brought you back. You froze, throat closing, sweat now forming on your body extremely repulsed at the thought of being in that situation. Aran quickly noticed the state you were in and told his advisor that you weren't feeling good, leading you back to your room, his hand supporting your back as you trembled in his hold.

You entered the room that had been provided for you while you stayed here, immediately crying your eyes out as soon as the door closed. Your dreams of having a family, a normal family, the only thing you've ever wanted, being snatched right from your roughed up hands.

You turned your attention back , hearing the Herald speak. His voice being loud shocking you, but you still kept your balance not wanting to mess up already.

“Now introducing His Grace, the Duke of Inari, followed by His Royal Highnesses, the Princes of Inari.”

You slightly looked up, seeing the king followed by the two princes, not being able to tell them apart.

But luckily Aran moved ajar to his prince, the other prince’s and duke’s guard doing the same for them before they went their separate ways. Everyone lifting their heads now as you did the same following in suit. The party resumed itself as you could see everyone going back to drinking and taking along with the music returning.

They moved to the prince's chair, making out that they were talking, not being able to read their lips, not that you wanted too, what was their business you had no involvement in nor did you want to. But that changed when you saw aran gesture towards you out of the corner of your eye.

That's when the prince you would grow to care for laid his dark eyes on you for the first time, not being able to take them off, making you shiver in embarrassment. The outfit you had on only covering the parts that needed to be. The ‘dress’ you had on having slits on your legs all the way up your upper thighs,borderline hips.

The white, almost see through material held together by jewels and gold, along with your hair being fastened the same way, hoping nothing was out of place. You wanted to do a good job for him, trusting him with all your heart since he was the only you've had your whole life.

You were brought back to reality by noticing that Aran and the price weren't in the same place, quickly looking around before you were greeted by a charming smile as you turned your head straight again.

“Good evening my lady” he said, holding his right hand covered in jewels out, slightly bowing to be eye level with you, his smile not fading. And as you looked him in the eyes you froze yet again, getting entranced by his gaze, so warm and compassionate yet terrifyingly cold, remembering the power he held.

You looked up at aran for a second, him reassuring you that you were supposed to give him your hand, so you did.

“Good evening, your royal highness.” trying to be as confident as you could, again breaking eye contact with the prince one again to look at aran, making sure everything you did was right.

“Would you care to join me for some drinks?” the crown on his head shining brighter than the stars, his eyes still lingering on you.

“Y-yes your highness” you stuttered out, shocked that this was working. Even if you didnt what you were supposed to say. No? You'd probably be executed if you did, the thoughts plaguing your mind as you walked alongside him and Aran towards their table.

He sat down patting next to him for you to sit. Yo looked up at Aran, standing there nodding as confirmation. As you then sat next to him, as far away as you could without it being obvious, or at least he didn't mind.

He poured you a drink into a gold cup, guessing the red liquid to be wine, before pushing it towards you “Thank you your highness” you said more assured this time, picking it up with both hands wrapped around it, nervous that you'd drop it.

This continued the whole night, feeling more comfortable due to the alcohol and Aran being your ‘protector’; even though he'd kill you if the prince asked him too. Lucky that you weren't lightheaded, this night being the first time you've ever had more than one drink.

You even laughed, the prince saying something funny trying to get it out of you, and from the moment he saw your smile he was entranced.

A few days after you were requested by the prince, Aran coming to fetch you. The relief on both of your faces that you'd at least end up somewhere where he could watch over you too.

You were greeted by him after passing through the gate, the prince himself helping you get out of the carriage and not your guard. He expressed that he couldn't keep his mind off you for days, your pretty face being the only thing running though his mind before finally asking you to be one of his girls.

As much as you didnt want to be “one of his many girls” you didn't have any other option than to be with, some random guy, sorry- a prince. Or be sold to an old guy whose wife ‘suddenly’ died, the thought making you cringe.

You put on a fake smile, finally let go of all your hopes and dreams, letting yourself be his, completely in and out. “Yes your highness. I would love that!”

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“Miss y/n!” your maid said coming back. “The prince wants to see you!” she exasperatedly said, running back here as it was urgent to get you ready to see him, always having to look perfect for him.

He probably wanted to talk to you about valentine’s day, something he or anyone in this country doesn't celebrate, mentioning it to him about a week ago as you laid in his arms after being with him the whole evening.

Thinking back on it; being embarrassed at how you asked, covering your face at the thought.

“I-it's um-, a day where… couples spend together” you said in a combination of mumbling and whispering out the last part, not wanting to make anything out of you twos 'relationship’. Not expecting anything after being together after being his for almost 9 months.

You've grown accustomed to not expecting anything, always getting disappointed in the end. Being emotional was hard, running in the nearest private place letting your tears run free at the littlest things, but at the end of the day it was just because no one listened to you. Someone being the slightest bit attentive to you was all it took to make you happy,.

She ran a bath for you, the steam rising as you got in it, giving you the ice you requested for your face while putting in some oils from the flowers you were growing.

Them residing in the same garden that grew the ones you planted for the a few months ago, wanting to give them as a sort of goodbye present, or not. Still being unsure about staying with him, even already writing a letter around a month ago; hiding it in the pocket in the fur coat.

You just knew at the moment you were going to play into his hands, letting him do whatever he wanted to you, not that you wouldn't enjoy it; he always took care of you.

Another reason you've grown attached to him, not realizing if you genuinely liked him, or the affection and attention he so profusely gave you. Sometimes you ever questioned your love, not romantic anymore for Aran, wondering the same. The both of them being the only ones to ever treat you with any sort of care or respect, besides your personal maid.

After doing your hair the way he liked it, along with putting on the light fitted dress you loved to wear, tou took one last look in the mirror before you walked to his office.

“My lord...” you stummerd now, clinging onto his robe straddling his leg, a heat rising up to your face. Your body never knowing how to control itself after being with him.

The other woman's jealousy still got to you, even the way they looked at you made you cower. You were sensitive, still not numb to it after everything you've been through. You were weak inside and outside. Nowhere near good enough to be his, whatever he wanted to call it.

But he noticed, not letting none of them do anything to you, you having your own personal bodyguard now. Usually spending the night with him in his room, and during the day you just sit in his lap and entertain him while he works.

He was in no way a bad prince, in fact he was a great one in your opinion, putting everyone first along with his brother, twin brother, as you learned. But something you also understood was do as you were told or it would be the end of your life, as your dear friend Aran said.

“Just because he likes you doesn't mean he’ll keep you forever.” His words always replaying themselves in your mind every time the prince did something for you, whether it was buying you something again, or that one time he gifted you a whole garden for you to tend to when he couldn't be around.

Yes you were insecure about you two’s ‘relationship’, wondering if you should just leave as you later found out any of the girls were free to leave. But the way he treats you you've grown accustomed to. Waking up in the morning, the first thing crossing your mind being him, even if you slept in separate beds. Immediately reaching out for him being disappointed when he wasn't next to you.

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There’s nobody else here, which is as much of a surprise to you as it is to the rest of the girls that had been ushered out. It’s just you and him, with the overwhelming tension blinding and dizzying.

The bath that you two were in, warmed to your liking, was only adding to that fact. After rubbing his shoulders and feeding him the sliced apples he liked, pampering him like the royalty he was, your arms got tired along with your mind. Thinking about the fact that you may not be here in a month, the ache in your heart growing.

Reaching out for some of the wine his maids had prepared earlier in the glasses as he beat you to it. Gently taking your jaw into his hand, tilting your head back enough, as you let him. Letting the slightly chilled liquid make its way down your throat. His eyes grazing you like you were a little lamb and he was a big bad wolf coming knocking on your door.

His thumb swipes once across your lips, partly cleaning up some of the wine that escaped your them. His soft grin widening, his voice being laced with the smell of liquor. “you’re so pretty, my love.” pushing your pulled up hair to the side, laying soft open mouthed kisses along your neck. Shivering at the touch while melting into his arms. “so pretty.”

You heart flutters in fearful anticipation, the lust in your body rising to the top. Every movement of his forcing a sharp, terrifying jab at your chest. He stares, stares for too long

His fingers holding a vice grip to your jaw, thumb poking at your lips, tugging your lower lip down. Marveling at you for a few more moments, before his hand falls back to his side, and he sighs.

He was entranced from the very moment he saw you.

He helped you out of the tub as it grew too cool, placing your hands in his as he then picked you up over the ledge. Placing your feet on the floor, your wet body now getting cold while admiring his slightly tanned figure as he loosely wrapped the light robe around your frame, doing the same to himself.

His broad toned chest peeking through; his pretty collarbones exposed just for you. Impure thoughts getting to you as you remembered the last time the two of you were in here. Your legs wrapped around his head, dangling, as he made you cum over and over again on the cold marble countertop.

He picked you up again, mumbling out something along the lines of “beautiful”. His big arms supporting your back and legs as he took you to his bed, sitting you down in his lap as he calls the maids in, always females, telling them to bring in some food before placing his attention back on you.

“Are you okay dear?” he asked looking at you yet again bringing you back to reality, placing his hand on your thigh, making its way slightly under your robe .

“Yes your highness-, I'm fine. Thank you for asking.” you responded giving him a warm smile. Not entirely fake, as you were enjoying yourself, but were you really happy?

You wanted the average; a nice house, a family you could always come back to, a warm bed and clothes. And he made sure to give you all the material things you could ask for. But again, were you really happy? At the end of the day you just wanted genuine love and affection.

The maids knocked on the door, him letting them in as they brought trays of food, your eyes lighting up as a smile peeked through when you saw your favorite. Making you heart beat even faster that he remembered what you told him, even though he asked you.

You fed him as usual, placing him before yourself as you were taught, not minding. Instead feeling like a mom feeding her kids, a giggle coming between you lips at how peaceful he looked.

“What's so funny?” he asked, his words coming out as concerned that he wasn't in on it.

“Nothing my lord, its just… i was thinking of how cute you looked” you said trying to hold back the laughs still trying to make their way out of your mouth.

“Cute?” he questioned, looking vaguely offended that someone would call him, the strong, handsome, intimating prince ‘cute’.

“Yes my lord”

“What about me is cute, huh?” he asked again, sounding like a child. “Is it this?” he said, now grabbing a piece of meat while opening your mouth. Taking the food in between your lips, your cheeks stuffed as you chewed on it, looking the happiest he's ever seen you. His heart growing with every movement you did. “Your right… it is.”

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, moving his hand to your waist firmly gripping it. Feeling the affection ooze out of him as he leaned into your neck. His breath being blown onto your neck with every word, his lips being so close yet so far.

You nodded, another smile appearing on your face, trying to hold back your eyes watering, not letting one tear slip out. You turned your body facing him, his hands never leaving your body. Resting your head against his chest, letting you do whatever you wanted to him.

He turned your head out of his body, facing him now. Connecting your eyes with his while he stroked your forehead.

His lips meet yours, not even realizing for a second, the feeling of his plump ones against yours being so natural at this point. Making you give him a good morning, goodnight, a good whenever kiss, everyday. One kiss turning into many, an overwhelming amount by the time his mouth is trailing down your shoulder. His wet open mouth kisses, spit and marks being left behind.

Stopping when his neck can't turn anymore. Instead repositioning you to sit higher on his lap as he now can kiss your arm, doing the same but adding his hands down your body this time.

You let out a whine when he slid your dainty little robe to the side, your body now being exposed to the cooler air, tensing you up. Hardening, hoping he would just keep paying attention to everything but that, your nipples rubbing up and down against the linen fabric, your legs straddled his thigh as he slightly bounced you everytime he reattached himself to your skin.

His warm hand eased the cold feeling as he placed in on your inner thigh; a wave of heat rushing through you as he gripped it, fingers inching closer and closer while his eyes looked down upon you, his lip behind your ears, feeling his hot breath be blown onto the to top of your spine making yous shiver in his summery embrace.

“y -ah, your high-ness” you moaned out, your hands nothing compared to the size of his, reaching out for his wrist, barely being able to wrap your trembling fingers around it.

Your dramatic, conscious tears finally spilling out as you feel his length grown against the swell of your ass involuntary grinding against it.

“Why so formal my love?” he smirked, the hunger in his voice evident, spreading your poor little cunt open. His fingers sliding down it, gathering the slick in between them before teasing his finger in your hole. Only putting just past his nail in, feeling the wet hotness slide down his knuckle letting out a heavy groan at the sight.

He pulled the finger out, moving his head so you could have a clear view of him as he placed his ring finger on his tongue sucking on it, deliberately making it sound as lewd as it could. Loving how flustered your pretty face got as you hid into his arm, clenching your fists around the fluff of his collar.

He let out a little laugh, thinking about how precious you were while sliding his hands up your thigh and separating the sides of your robe letting the shoulder fall off completely all the way down to your waist.

His fingers covered in slick and saliva now fondling your tits he freed, his middle finger and thumb pinching your nipple, already hardened from earlier. Internally blaming it on the cold and not how worked up he got you.

Opening your legs with his other hand, letting you back rest of his chest once again, hiking your knees up to give him a full view, looking down or in the big mirror he had against the wall.

Returning his hands to the mess of your cunt, this time actually sliding his finger fully in, no warning besides the fact that he was obviously growing impatient. Wanting to devour you, but reminding himself that he had to take his time or he would break you.

“You get like this… for me?” he teased nudging his head into yours, forcing you to look at your reflection. Your legs spread open just for him, your greedy little hole swallowing him up as you whined out not knowing for what.

Your mostly naked body against his still clothed,m while his eyes stared into yours from the mirror, your cheeks being squished into his hands as he makes you maintain looking at the scene, bringing your pouted lips to his, so irresistible.

The formerly neat bed you two were on now being the opposite, the roses you said you loved being spread out all over the mattress as he pulled away from the kiss to lay you down on the soft quilt

His body towering over yours, knowing already in the back of his head that the maids would have to come in for a second time to clean up, just to throw away his sheets after he took care of you tonight.

Voice high pitched as you sobbed in embarrassment from his lips attaching to your nipple, fingers fucking into you shallowly, his slow pace getting faster every second. 

Sucking on your chest, the pain being eased by his tongue dragging the spit over them, before working against it by using his teeth almost drawing blood. Your writhing under him, mouth open, no sound coming out except gasps, the way you’re squirming under him makes him grow even harder .

“I just want to fuck you, my dear, over and over again. The only thing I ever think of is you. Your precious moans and the pleasured look on your face is always running through my mind.” kissing away the tears falling on your cheeks before they fell onto your chest.

 Leaning back into you and whispering into your ear, his breath tickling your baby hairs. “Fuck you till you cant think anymore, till all you can think of is me... just like you deserve.”

Sweat dripping down your back as he flips you over, your robe falling completely off, bare as the day you were born. Him trailing his finger down your spine, your ass already in the air knowing how he liked it.

Feeling the need burning under your skin, your hole clenching around nothing, wanting so desperately to be filled.

 He wants to defile you, fuck you so much that all you know is him. Whether it was his cock making its way into your hole or mouth, barely being able to fit it but doing your best. His cock twitching at the thought of it.

His hand wrapping around your throat bringing you out of your own little world, choking you with your back to his chest, your knees doing their best to support you.

 The atmosphere quickly changing, feeling the displeasure seep out from him. “Now what was that letter, hmm?” he questioned, already knowing, wanting you to explain what the fuck was going on in that pretty little head of yours.

The fact that you, a noble now thanks to him, wanted to leave the man who gave you everything you heart desired? He thought you were crazy. Even questioning if anyone had put any poison in your food.

“Y-your highness!” you choked out, turning around quickly trying to solve the problem you created, fat tears falling once again.

 “I- um, well… the other women were-“ you cried thinking back to this morning when you went to grab the white and yellow flowers that you've been pampering for so long. This now being the second time they've done something like this.

“A-and…i've taken a liking to you, Your highness. please forgive me!” you sobbed out, knowing what you said. His naturally flirty nature made you doubt yourself, Not knowing if he even liked you back. 

Your head now hurting from putting yourself in this position, already getting too attached to him, what were you thinking? You? With the future king, your food must have really been tampered with.

“Huh?” he said, ignoring the words coming out of your mouth being music to his ears. His somber voice turning damned as his anger was rising.

“you'd think i'd let you leave me? I don't think you understand dear...i'd kill you and everyone working under you if you left me.'' you winced at the threat is his tone, not knowing if he was being sincere or not, working against it so you'd never find out.

“You don't think I noticed? I always have guards around you. They let me know your every movement, whether it's taking a stroll outside or going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and they just so happened to see you crying your eyes out.” He stated loosening his grip. “But don't worry dear, I took care of them.”

“W-what?”

“You'll never have to see them again my love, I got rid of them.” he said with his unforgiving smile, almost cooing at you. Moving his hand from around your neck to cupping your face, his body still hovering over you. “So now it's just me and you.”

The strange thing is that you felt no fear, even knowing that getting rid of them meant he killed some of them, but why did it make your heart flutter? Why did it get you more excited? You were really going insane.

“You know I'm the only man that can take care of you, the only one can fill this needy little cunt up. he said, spreading you open, slightly pushing one of his fingers in. “i've got your slutty body trained to get soaking at just my presence”

“my lord-” you sang, thinking of how gentle he was while still controlling you. Remembering the first time he laid his hands on you. It hurt so bad, even though he spent a good amount of time prepping you to the point where you felt ‘messy’, but it still pained you to take him.

The first time you've ever been touched, and when you told him he froze, never being in this situation before. He thrived knowing that he would be the one to take the purity out of your body, preparing a whole week to ease you up. But you would never tell him this, not because you were scared for your life, but more of a caring reason, not wanting to hurt his feelings and ego in a sense.

“That's not my name.” he said, shoving his finger all the way in you in one motion, gasping at the action, still not letting a word out . “Fuck princess, call me by my name.”

You hesitated, your body not following suit. “Cmon love” he said almost pleading with you, his voice once changing again, sounding like a sad kid right now. “You're not gonna get anything till I hear that pretty voice say my name” he continued moving his finger in you, your moans bouncing off the walls.

You've never been so conflicted, not knowing what to do, just letting yourself be his completely in and out again. “P-prince Atsumu-”

“Fuck.” he groaned, your soft whine letting out his name, accompanied by prince. But he could deal with that. That fact that he's got you wrapped around his finger right now, literally, has him fueled. This all he needs to keep him going, to prove you would be nothing without him, without realizing deep down it was the same for him.

“You only get like this for me don't you. Of course you do! i'm the only man you've ever been with.” he confidently stated, keeping it that way, not caring if he had to use his bloodthirsty hands to do it. “Your brain only thinks dirty thoughts when I'm around, huh?”

He continued playing with you, touching every part of your body, the parts that he taught you about, some that you couldn't even get to, making you act like a fool under him getting him even more ansty. “fuck-.” he groaned taking his clothes fully off, letting his cock finally be free. The friction of his robe already making it leak with pre-cum, standing on its own against his stomach, so red and needy.

“You ready princess?” he said dragging you by your ass towards him, rolling you over as you arched your back, now face down ass up.

Presenting yourself for him as he let his cock rest on your ass, lubing it all up with your slick as he rubbed against it, wanting to stretch you out comfortably for you, pain and pleasure to mix not be separate.

“a-ahh,” you panted out, his thrusts immediately taking your breath away, not being able to catch it. His hands wandering all over your body before grabbing you shoulder, pulling you back against him, his other hand grabbing your tits, his grip tight.

HIs slow pace quickens as you clench around him, his other hand gripping under your hips to hold you up. He's never heard something so beautiful in his life, your moans and whines echoing around in his big room.

He's also never seen something this beautiful, looking in the mirror as your face is all fucked out for him. You tiny little cunt taking him whole, his balls slapping against your clit making you squeal with every thrust.

This position being his favorite, him able to see your body in every angle with help of the mirror, letting him abuse your body for hours. Watching his big hands tease your hardened nipples while you wheezed out nonsense, going completely dumb from his dick.

“You gonna be louder? Gonna let your precious guard know your getting fucked?” he tells you, thrusting into you harder, the jealousy that was settled in him rising back up. Ever since he first saw you he noticed the way you looked at him, putting it to the side due to the fact that he and Aran were close and that you too had nothing going on.

But the possessiveness in him grew after you tried to leave him, wanting to claim you in every way, wanting you to not be even able to function without him or his dick, him being the only thing in your mind. The heat growing under his skin this time, burning up throughout him as he fucks into you harder, pulling you close to him, his face now in your neck.

You could only whine at the shame you felt, Aran not even crossing your mind like that anymore. His hand unyielding its place on your breast, his fingernails leaving marks there as leaves sloppy kisses under your ear, knowing how sensitive you were there.

“You like this, right? Getting fucked like a whore, showing off. Like it when you’re stuffed full of my cock, pounding my own cum into you? You know cant leave me”

The vulgar splurge of words coming from his mouth along with his cock nuding your cervix at this angle was knocking the sense out of you, letting your moans finally be free, not holding them back anymore. Your body going limp in his hold, lucky that he was holding onto you so desperately, his hot breath sticking to the slobber he left on your neck.

“tsumu,” you gasped out to his delight, not even realizing what you had just said, too lost in pleasure. Knowing that he now has you in the palm of his hand. Saying his name so casually and lewd, like he wasn't going to rule the country one day. Pushing against his tight unchanging hold on you. “Can’t , please― ”

“You’re addressing someone of importance you know.” He said, regripping the base of your neck hard enough to hold you in place. “People are killed for not addressing royalty properly. Confidence overflowing through his words, finally having the upper hand.

“It would be a shame if that happened to you”. He continued, a slight tease in his voice, his cock getting harder looking at your pretty little tears dripping down your cheeks, falling onto your tits.

“-i didn’t mean to!” you sniffled, moving your arms backwards, grabbing onto him, lucky that he wouldn't cut your hands off for touching royalty at him. Tears now flowing from fear and pleasure.

“Tell me who I am, then I might forgive you.” he teased, playing mind games with you, having you fall and break into his hands, made him grow in excitement. “M-my lord” you moaned, not wanting to give in. “No.” he asserted, his grip on your neck tightening again. “Tell me who i really am”

You trembled in his hold that was growing looser with every second, knowing exactly what he wanted. “f-future king” you muttered out trying not to cry, embarrassed of how this, he, was affecting you.

You would normally be scared in this situation but the way his cock was pulsing inside you making all your worries go away. If you were to die, you would gladly if this was the reason why.

Your words getting to him, somehow fucking into you harder, bruising your cervix, breaking into your womb. “You want me cum inside? Leave my cum stuffed up inside of you? Hmm?” you could only nod, knowing you had no other choice, not that you wouldn't choose the other option in this situation, the feeling of pleasure overriding your logical thoughts.

“Can't hear you.” He uttered, groans following him. ”y-yes!” you whined like a baby, not wanting the feeling of him to leave. You were really spoiled, always getting what you wanted, and as usual he followed though, never saying no to you. “What a good girl, already thinking of how to help me.”

You don't know how long it’s been anymore, can’t think of anything besides ‘Prince Atsumu’, just how he wanted it. He couldn't picture anything other than him fucking you full of cum until your swelling with it. Unable to move as he flips you over facing him, wanting to see face first the mess he was making in your cunt.

Every part of him wants to own you, in and out. Wants to break you down until you're completely his, until your body responds to only him, until your brain is trained to be completely his, not giving any other man any attention.

“Want me to breed you, want me to fuck so much of my cum into you, that it’ll be spilling outta you for days? M’gonna knock you up full of my babies, just like a good little girl,” he groaned, having your wrists pinned to the bed with one hand.

Not like you could move, his strong arms holding you in place. Your pitiful whines not being heard over the sound of his balls slapping into you, the sound of you creaming all over him being white noise at this point. But the idea is nice at the moment; being unable to move, just being Prince Atsumu’s, the future king of Inari’s plaything to fuck as he pleases.

“Tight little cunt, swallowing my cock up,” he tells you, watching as the drool escapes your mouth, kissing it off of you. “Gonna fuck you till your pregnant angel, I’m gonna fuck you again and again until your carrying my heir. You’d like that, right love? Fuck my cum in and out of you.”

“y-yeah tsumu please tsu- tsumiee, please -ahhh” you cried, not caring what the consequences were. He was thrilled, his excitement being shown through his body, finally breaking you down to this state.

The fact that he turned you, a sweet, nervous virgin, into a needy little thing. Still remembering the day he took it, getting on his knees for the first time in his life, being the first person he's ever pleased and not the opposite.

Something about you made him keep coming back, wanting to see your face scrunch up in delight, caring about you more than himself, wanting to be your first and last. He genuinely thought he was going crazy, not experiencing a human emotion.

“Gonna fill you up with little princesses and princes so you gotta stick around and we’ll make a whole kingdom for ourselves.” he stated, wanting to make sure no one could mistake you as anything but his.

Your “yeah” makes his heart burst. You soft, sweet voice saying just what he wants makes him snap, hips relentless as he fucks you, unable to think beyond anything except fucking a baby, or two, into you. Wanting to see you so big and needy.

His heads in a whole nother world, the urge to fuck you, make you his own, the only thing not draining him. He trails finger down to your clit, rubbing it energetically. Listening to your sobs, edging him to not stop.

“Please” you voiced out, choking on your words. Being so close, yet so far. Him not letting you orgasm until he wanted you to. His selfish desires making you kick your legs out in complaint.

Feeling his cock pulsing inside you, finally moving his fingers on your clit again; blessing the gods that he at last let you cum, your body shaking as he slid his length deeper into you. You let out a cry, clinging onto him. His shoulders being placed into your arms as you didnt let him go, chest rising and falling dramatically.

“Fuck!,” he grunted. You nails digging into his skin, leaving little crescents there. Dropping into your neck as he finally feels sedated, cum shooting hot and thick into you. Holding you as you did him, your eyes already staring to close.

“You take everything so good, princess. so slutty,” he says, affectionate as he can be, looking at the mess you were making. His newfound love for you pouring out with every touch he laid on you. Not pulling out of you as he picked you up to get the dirty sheets off the bed, your head falling back his arms, eyes burning to close, lips slightly open.

“My love...” he murmured, now laying his body on yours, skin to skin. His face in your chest, your hands grabbing onto his fluffy hair. “You’re such a sweet girl… a pretty little thing.” he whispered, knowing you loved when the words left his mouth.

You murmured back, wanting the words ‘I love you'' to come out so desperately. Hiccupping as he adjusted himself in you. Leaving light kisses on your chest, clenching at the sensation, hating being so sensitive.

As he trails his hand down your chest to the pendant necklace laying in between your breasts, the first gift he ever got you.

He noticed you never took it off, just this one, not the countess rings, headpieces and other necklaces he bought you. He knew that you very much appreciated those, but this one was special to you, even keeping it on whenever you had to put on other jewelry whenever he had events, tucking it in the chest part of your corset.

You coddled him, his real personality coming back, where he acted like a needy baby, loving how you held him in your arms. Feeling like home along with his mellow smell, the scent of burnt amber mixed with the comfy smell of fresh linen making you melt into his touch everytime he pulled you closer.

He didn't want to admit how attached to you he was. Your warm smile, soft body, always knowing how to take care of him and make him feel warm and cozy, his personal stress reliever. Swearing he saw a halo around you head when you woke him up every morning, the light shining through the windows providing another testament.

“Were you serious?” you said, voice course and shaky. Wanting to hear the words you wanted the most.

“I'm the future king, they can't go against my orders.” He said reading your mind again, understanding how stressful it must be in your position. “Besides you already are in the eye of the people.” he huffed out, rubbing your stomach with his warm hands.

You saw a smile appear on his face before he disconnected himself from you, disregarding the warmth leaving your body.

“P-prince Astumu! You can't!” you uttered trying to take it off as fast as you could, hands scrambling. “Shh, see?” he said, turning your head to the mirror. “Look at how well it fits you.” he continued. You thinking his mind was clouded right now. Your naked form covered by the sheets the sheets. Your being a mess, along with your eyes looking red and swollen.The crown being the only thing presentable, sitting upon your fucked out head.

“fuck, you’re so pretty...” he said, giving you a longing kiss on the forehead, taking his time separating from you.

“W-what are we?”you said finally placing the crown back on the dresser.

“What do you want us to be?” he said, letting out a laugh, trying not to be so serious as he's never felt this way before. Being nervous for the first time since he was a kid.

“I'm serious.” you said pulling away from him. His shocked attitude working the fastest he's ever done in his whole career. His face expressing his need

“Ok...” pulling you back to him, the thought of you leaving making him want to crumble. ‘I need you.”

“And?…i'm not the only one you need.” you said trying to push him, his immature side coming in at the worst times.

“Fuck, okay my love, i promise you, you or I won’t be going anywhere, okay? I swear on god's green earth and everything I own.” suffocating you in his arms so you couldn't leave, pressing his lips against your head speaking every word that came into his mind.

Before you moved your head looking at him in the eyes, the blanket pulled up over the both of you, the roses wilted all over the floor. Your stare halting his thoughts, your eyes telling him to spill every secret that he held against you, wanting to know his very thought about you.

His eyes met yours, not being able to look away. A sigh left his lips as a blush grew on his face, you being the first person to leave him like this. At last he regained his composure, his messy haired, scratched up self speaking. “If you'd just let me explain.”

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one and done

A/N Hi everyone! I’m back with a one shot :) I know I don’t write as often anymore but since I’m self quarantining and I’m just about finish with high school, I thought I should try and give it another go? I’m also re starting up my jewellery business so ahhh many goals in mind but no motivation ??? Okay, I hope you guys enjoy this one!!! It is definitely a slow burn with smut but part 2? I dunno!!

Y/N and her brother’s best friend Harry, has had some pent up sexual frustration for a while. Wouldn’t it be best if they just had a one and done? you know to get it out of their system ;) 

*smut includes spanking, choking, male and female receives oral, harry dom but Y/N rides, magic face cream treatment for anti wrinkling results? Yes, and what else? sub space, hair pulling, gosh I forgot please read it 😁

Word Count: 6.1k // Masterlist // one and done PLAYLIST

“Don’t you think it's a bit of a cliché to be crushing on your brother’s best friend?” Ness teases Y/N as they walk out of her house. They were just on the steps about to go on a walk around the block. It was definitely one of their favourite things to do as the sun was just about to set.

Y/N had her butt sat on the spruced wooden steps as she ignored her best friend’s comment. First off, she knew it was a cliché. Secondly, her last encounter with him just seconds ago was already making her plan her own execution.

In her head, it was simply her just jumping out of her window multiple times until she lost consciousness. Ness on the other hand was standing up, watching the poor girl tie her laces. “Okay, I was just teasing. We can change the topic.” She lends her hand out for Y/N to take.

“It’s not just that Ness.” She gladly accepts the gesture and stands up. She wipes off her butt and glances back at the door. “I’ve never had a thing for him! Ryan and Harry have been best mates since what? 8th grade and for some reason ever since the cruise from last summer, I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“It’s because he was shirtless half of the time.” Ness laughs as she hands Y/N’s water bottle to her. “Okay, we can admit it though. As a senior he is 10 times more attractive than he ever was. He looks like a frat boy that could jump my bones.”  Y/N stops walking and just stares at Ness while the girl continues to walk. She grabs her hand and pulls her forward. “Okay, I’m sorry for the bad comment.”

“He is hot though. Really hot.” Y/N smiles.

“See, that’s why you should sleep with him.”

“What are you crazy? Ness, Ryan would kill me or him -maybe the both of us!” 

“It’s pent up sexual frustration. Harry legit watched us walk out your door while eating a banana and you still managed to trip on your shoes.” She laughs.

“He was making eye contact with me!”

“All I’m saying is that he throws parties at his house and always invites us despite y’know us being juniors. Just offer, do it, slip out, and never say anything about it ever again.” Ness elbows Y/N as she crosses her arms. 

“Maybe I will.” She laughs pretending to actually sound confident in the idea.

“Good, there’s a party this Friday anyway.” Ness shrugs her shoulders. “It’s the best remedy sis.”

~

“Harry, can we talk?” Y/N follows him into the kitchen while everyone else is God knows where around the house. 

“Ryan is in the backyard, trying to get Cassidy back.” He barely glances at her as he pours himself a drink. He notices an empty one in her hand so he decides to pour coke in hers. 

“I um wasn’t really drinking coke.” She states confusedly as she watches the bubbles in her cup dissolve.

“You think I’m trying to get you drunk at this party. One alcoholic beverage is good enough for yeh.” He smiles at her as he screws the cap shut and taps the top of her head. He was treating her as if she was a child, which definitely pissed her off since she was going to ask him a really fucked up favour in the matter of 60 seconds.

“I can handle myself, you know.” 

“Yup.” He rests his back against the counter and bites the rim of the plastic cup as he looks at her. “What do you need though?” He genuinely asks her. Although they weren’t that close, Harry knew her long enough to know she wouldn’t start random a conversation with him. It was more like a hi and bye situation. Not her trying to actually talk to him. 

“I have a favour and you can’t tell Ryan.” Y/N lets out a big breath as she watches his reaction change into a confused one. 

“Look Y/N, if you want to try and smoke a blunt, I think it’s best you find yourself a dealer that doesn’t know your brother.”

“No, not that.” She whispers as she moves in closer. There were more people entering the kitchen and this was about to get really fucking awkward. 

“What?” He looks at her and notices her body shifting closer to him. Her chest was touching the side of his arm, making his eyes look towards the cabinets instead.

“I-”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna fu-?” His eyes widen as he downs the rest of his drink in one go. Harry doesn’t even let her continue as he steps away from Ryan’s little sister. 

“I’m sorry do I already know the rest of that question?” He tries not to obviously choke on the liquid in his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know you didn’t really let me finish.”  Her sassy tone comes out. Her cheeks were really red and although Y/N came to the party with Ness feeling really confident in the dress she picked. She just wanted to go home and not show her face to him ever again. This was the stupidest idea! Why on earth did she think Harry would want to sleep with her when there are so many girls that try to get his attention. 

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He bites the inside of his cheek and watches some familiar people leave the room. Once it’s clear again, he speaks up. “Like are you serious?” He could feel his throat becoming more stuffy. “You and me?” She nods. “Really?” She nods again. “That’s crossing the line and Ryan is pretty overprotective. I can’t do that to him.”

“Cool.” Y/N stands perfectly still as she tries her best to maintain eye contact with him. She takes a sip of the coke but later, grabs the bottle of alcohol and pours it into her cup regardless of him watching her. “Well, don’t let Ryan know.” She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. “Thanks for answering my survey!” She gives him an awkward smile then walks out of the room. How can a guy pass up on her??? First rejection has gotta sting. 

This wasn’t some weird guy she was asking though. This was Harry, Ryan’s best friend. If Ness was put in his position, she wouldn’t want her to say yes either. God, she was also going to kill her best friend for putting the most ridiculous game plan in her head.

And although the party continued on, Ness and Y/N didn’t let the earlier events bother them. The two spent hours just fucking around until they found a comfy spot in the living room.

“Y/N, don’t look.” Ness sits beside her on Harry’s couch watching a few strangers play an unfamiliar game on the floor. 

“What?” she quickly looks up to see what Ness is talking about. It wasn’t a surprise to see Harry holding Carla Laws’s hand as they walked up the stairs. They looked pretty excited for a room tour too.

Oh hell no, everyone knows a girl doesn’t go to Harry Styles’ room to just hold hands and a cute sentimental room tour!

“Are you sure he didn’t want to with you?”

“Yes Nessa.” She rolls her eyes and drinks her third cup. “Whatever, if anything at least I don’t feel attracted to him anymore. I found a new ick. He doesn’t even find me attractive.”

“Good. Rejection may hurt but it makes you wake up and face reality.” 

~

Okay if there was one thing Y/N could say now, it was that she is finally over Harry. Overall, he was nothing but a phase. Yes, she was crushing on him for the first semester of the year but after that weird conversation they had, it made sense why they couldn’t work out anyway. He’s a stuck up douche - a typical senior, all while she was a junior who was either too infatuated with him or too horny. Maybe both?

It’s been about two weeks and although Ness made sure to keep trash talking the guy, Y/N knew there was more to him than what her best friend thought. She knew him for years! Maybe the fact he was athletic, charismatic and just kind that made her realize what a perfect guy he was. She knew he was a bit more complex than what other people thought of him and it wasn’t bad at all. 

What she never thought was how awkward it was going to be the next time she saw him. “Hey, Haz.” Ryan opens the door for his buddy as Y/N covers herself with the blanket more all while pretending to watch TV.

For the past couple of days, Ryan was going over to his house and maybe Harry asked him too to come over, but what she didn’t expect was to see him again so soon. 

“Hey Ryan.” Harry takes his jacket and boots off as it just begun to snow outside. “Hey Y/N.” She quickly glances at him and waves. 

“Let’s go to the kitchen first, I wanna get snacks.” Ryan suggests as he walks away, assuming Harry would follow him like usual. 

After thirty minutes, Y/N thought the boys would be upstairs but as she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but her shorts and her brother’s old t-shirt, she was surprised to see Harry and Ryan eating sandwiches at the breakfast bar, looking pretty serious. Did Harry tell him? 

As she walked closer, she noticed both boys were just on their phones, scrolling through different social media platforms. She quickly brushes past them to put her dish in the sink. Ryan seemed unbothered but she could definitely feel Harry’s eyes on her. Once she makes eye contact with him, he quickly takes a sip of his juice and looks at his phone once more. “Y/N can you grab the chips in the cabinet please?” Ryan looks up at his phone and notices his sister was standing right in front of the cupboard. 

“Yeah, no problem.” She turns her back on them and opens the cabinet. She goes on her tiptoes reaching for the only bag of chips. Once she grabs them, she puts them on the counter and walks out of the room, only hearing her brother murmur a thank you. 

It was about 6:30 PM and the parents weren’t home yet. Ryan and Harry decided to chill in the living room when the doorbell rang. Pausing the game, Ryan opened the door to see Tom standing in front of him. “Y/N it’s for you!” He calls out for his sister since he knew Tom was her friend.

“Who’s that?” Harry mouthed.

“Her boyfriend.” Ryan shrugs as he unpauses the game. 

“Tom? What are you doing here?” Y/N walks down the stairs, pulling her shirt down. 

“Vanessa told me to come by. Apparently you need help with the calculus homework? I’m free tonight anyway.” He smiles and gives her a hug. Tom was a really good friend of Ness and Y/N. He was a smart boy that was really kind and obviously had a big crush on Nessa. There was anything he could do for her. 

Y/N instantly bit her cheek and laughed as she remembered Ness’ text message a couple of hours ago when she told her Harry came by. This was definitely one of Ness’ master plans. “You’re so sweet.” She pulls away and laughs. “We can go upstairs, I have a few questions to ask.” She quickly glances at her brother who doesn’t care all while Harry tried his best to maintain his eyes on the screen. 

“Y/N, Put some shorts on!”  Ryan finally yells out as the two went up the stairs. 

~ 

“I don’t get why he throws parties every weekend.” Ness takes a sip of her drink as they sit inside Harry's dining room. They probably weren’t going to stay too long. Everyone was inside due to the cold weather with the occasional smokers outside. Being the only few juniors, there wasn’t much the girls could do other than loiter around, drink a few cups and play the games they knew so well. Y/N wasn’t the type to have random hook ups but you know her exception with Harry. 

“Gemma has gone off for college and Anne is always working really late shifts at the hospital. He’s pretty much anywhere and everywhere besides his house unless it’s a party.”

“True.” 

“I’m going to say bye to my brother then we can head back to mine if you want?” Y/N offers as Nessa nods and downs her drink. 

“I’m going to drink a cup of water. Meet you at the front?”

“Mhm.” They both stand up and leave the room. Nessa was heading straight to the kitchen while Y/N began to wander around the house. 

“Y/N.” Harry calls out her name over the music. He was wearing a while long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned. It made him look really attractive which almost made Y/N lose her breath. 

“Hey Harry, You know where Ryan is?” The only typical thing she would ever ask him before that one time. (Pretending as if she didn’t sexually harass him last time.) 

“He’s downstairs with the rest of the boys.” He glances around at everyone and looks at her once more. “I’m sorry, are you um- leaving?”

“Yeah me and Nessa are going to call it a night.” She wraps her hoodie around her figure and tries to make her way to the stairs. 

“Want me to give you girls a ride?”

“No no, it’s okay!” She smiles and waves her hand at him. “Nessa drove. You also have a party to h-”

“It’s kind of late maybe she should head home and we can-” And that’s when it hit her. Was Harry Styles trying to isolate her? 

“Oh.” She widens her eyes and slowly nods. “Okay. I’ll let my brother and Ness know. Should I meet you in your car outside?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hand through his hair and quickly leaves her side. After bidding her farewell to Ryan and explaining her interpretation of Harry to Ness, she was  quietly leaving the house as she watched Nessa walk by herself to the car down the street. What surprised Y/N more was to see him in his brown jacket standing by the passenger door. 

“Did you tell Ryan I was dropping you off?” He  nervously smiles as he opens the door for her. He makes sure no one is watching them leave together as he feels the butterflies forming in his stomach. 

“No.” She puts her hood on and sits in his car. She was picking on her stockings trying to avoid the awkward tension between them. Once Harry sat inside and they both put their seatbelts on, they were on their way to her house. It was weird knowing she was actually leaving a party with her brother’s best friend so she could suck his- 

 “What happens if they notice you’re gone?”

“Um, I’m sure they’ll think i'm elsewhere doing stuff.” She knew what he was thinking about and that made her a bit uncomfortable but it didn’t change the fact it was true.

“Are you still down to y’know?” Harry honestly never thought he would be this nervous talking to Ryan’s little sister. 

“Yeah.” She bites her lip as they glance at each other. 

“Cool. Are you like a virgin or something. I mean is there anything that I should know about?”

“No.” She shakes her head and low-key observes how he drives. 

This was going to be one hell of a night. 

Harry has seen Y/N’s room a countless number of times but to actually be with her by themselves in Ryan’s house made him feel really guilty. That guilt however, was shoved in the back of his throat. The girl in the room with his was obviously the best distraction. “I like your room.” he smirks at her as he looks at her soccer trophy collection from grade school. 

“Thanks.” She laughs lightly as she takes off her jacket. She quickly texts an update to Ness before putting the phone on do not disturb. 

“So before we start, what made you ask the offer?” He takes his jacket off and throws it on her chair. He sits on her bed and glances at the time. It was still early, so people probably weren’t going to be looking for him. 

“This is going to sound really dumb but I’ve had this crush on you since the cruise last summer. Well, you know Nessa... she had this thought and she thinks it is just pent up sexual frustration?” She shakes her head of saying the whole idea out loud. “So I thought maybe I should just get it out of my system.” Harry laughs as he takes in of what she just said. it made her smile as well.

“You were checking me out all summer?” He asks her in disbelief. “Little Y/N wanted to jump my bones?” He started to smirk at her. Although they didn’t know each other too well, the awkward tension was gone with just one simple laugh of his. 

“Stop laughing.” She throws a pillow at him. “I didn’t think you would say no.”

“I didn’t want to say no Y/N are you crazy? I’m laughing because I kept checking you out in those tiny bikinis you used to wear.” He throws the pillow to the side and shakes his head. “I don’t want to cross Ryan like that but I think i need to get you out of my system too.”

“Mhm and why’s that?” She locks her door and sits on the bed with him. “Because Carla couldn’t distract me from seeing you in my sheets.” He leans in and kisses her. “Tom coming by a few days ago with you wearing nothing but those little shorts was already making me lose my mind.” He whispers and kisses her again. 

Y/N immediately sits on his lap while trying her best to keep his mouth on her’s. Everything about this was so hot. She was about to just rip his clothes off. 

“One and done yeah?” Y/N rubs herself on him as her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He kisses down her neck while grabbing her ass. 

“One and done. Just to get you out of my system.” He confirms with her as he gently throws her on the bed. He’s pulling his long sleeve off and taking his shirt off but once he begins unbuckling his jeans, he couldn’t help but notice Y/N trying to take her shirt off as well. “Fuck.” He murmurs as he gently unbuttons her long sleeve to help her take it off. In a flash, he’s on his knees unzipping her skirt and taking her stockings off as well. “You looked really pretty tonight by the way.” His cheeks flush as he throws her bottoms behind his back. Y/N laughs quietly and she sits up and brings his face closer to hers. 

“I actually would like to say the same exact thing.” He leans in to kiss her once more. Her lips were extremely soft and forbidden and it was making him slowly lose his mind all over again. Y/N thought Harry was just a phase but that seemed impossible as she was already dreading the fact this was a one and done situation. 

“You’re just so fucking soft and alluring.” He whispers in her ear as he unclasped her bra. “I already know I need to fuck you hard.” Y/N eyes’ roll back as she feels his wet mouth on her nipple as the other one massaged the other. Her hands were trying really hard to focus on the task at hand which was to undo his pants but it was definitely not working with the way he was distracting her. Not a single thought could process in her mind.

“I think since this is a one and done situation, you better make this memorable.” She whispers and bites her lip as she tries to hold back a moan. His fingers were teasing her covered entrance but Harry could feel her drenched spot already clenching at his presence. 

“Memorable? I’ll definitely leave my mark on you.” He sucks on her mouth more roughly than usual as he rubs his fingers on her centre. “You wanted me so bad baby? You just had to beg me huh?” He gestures his hips more forward to help her with his pants. 

“I’m kind of new to this. Be a bit patient.” Y/N laughs as she gently unzips his pants after numerous attempts.  

“You just ruined the moment.” He laughs with her as he kisses her forehead and takes his pants off as well. “Just kidding, this is probably the most fun I had.” He hovers over her again and teases her entrance. 

“What do you mean?” She lays on her back and roams her hands all over his chest. 

“Never got the chance to tease the fuck out of a pretty girl then fuck her hard.” He slaps her clit and bites down on her lip. She suddenly lets out a moan that makes her eyes flutter and her chest rise closer up to his face. 

He brings two of his fingers to her mouth and slowly lets her lick on it before rimming her entrance and shoving it in without any warning. His thumb slowly rubs her swollen numb as he can’t help but rub himself on her sheets as well. “You mind if I get a little bit of a taste? I’ve been dying to know. I saw you earlier at the party and I had to jerk myself off seeing you in those little stockings of yours.” 

“You. You jerked yourself off thinking about me, baby?” She looks down at him and smiles softly. He gives her a little smirk before pulling his hand away and heading his head down a bit south. His tongue dips slowly on the left side of her leg as his hands grip her thighs tightly, sure of the bruises to form soon.

“You’re like a fucking wet dream. How can I say no to you?” He urgently swipes his whole tongue on her centre. “I saw you earlier and had to go to my room.” He takes another lick. “Fuck baby, the best i’ve fucking tasted. Fuck oh fuck.” He precisely observes the way your whole swallows his fingers in and clench so tightly around him. His tongue dipping and switching with his fingers because he honestly can’t decide which is best. 

“Harry, fuck me please baby.” Y/N moans loudly as she harshly grabs on her boobs. She’s never been fucked this good. It was honestly feeling like a dream. With that being said, she’s only had sex a handful of times but Harry seemed like such an expert in the field. “Oh God.” She tries to pull away. She wasn’t sure if she could continue on with Harry obsessively licking and sucking on her wet centre. 

He looks up and watches her eyes roll back as her fingers begin to pull on his head aggressively. His only reflex is to spread her legs wider. After her first orgasm, Y/N lays on her back staring at her ceiling trying to catch her breath. 

“Fuck me.”

“We aren’t done yet, love.” He laughs at her cuteness. He can’t remember the last time where he wasn’t rushing to finish himself off. He was taking his time with Y/N since it’s what she deserves. He lays down beside her and kisses down her chest. “Tell me when you’re ready to go, yeah?” He dips his tongue on her shoulder until it reaches the huge hickey he left on her collarbone. He gently licks around it and sucks on it again. 

He was a bit surprised to see Y/N sit up and grab a condom from her drawer. “Thank you for fucking the shit out of me, I’ll gladly return the favour.” She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear as she focuses on putting the contraceptive on him. Just touching it was already forming butterflies in her stomach. 

“I could’ve been fucking you on that cruise.” he mischievously smiles at her as he watches the way her pretty tits move. 

“You were sharing a room with my brother.” She hisses as she holds onto his shaft trying to gently ease the pain as she fully sits on him. 

“But you were alone.” He grabs onto her waist and helps her. “You’re so beautiful fuck.” He sits up on her headboard as her palms rest on his chest. Both of their eyes couldn’t help but watch the way he was easily penetrating her. 

“Was touching myself because of you.” She mumbles out as her speed begins to increase.

“What did you say baby?” He almost chokes on his breath as he can feel her fully taking him in. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you on that cruise. I needed you to rail the fuck out of me.” She moans louder as she starts to feel his hips meet her. 

“Fuck me. So perfect, Shit.” He quickly turns them around and shoves himself back into her. His hand immediately tightens around her neck and once he is about to pull it away, she keeps his hand on her. 

“Fuck me harder.” She cries out as his arm begins to push her legs up. He spits in between their centres before thrusting as hard as he can. All you could hear was her headboard banging against the wall as his hand continuously choked the fuck out of her. 

“I bet you like getting spanked too huh?” He bites his lip and semi turns her body before slapping her ass. 

“Harry fuck.”

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come around my cock.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Y/N cries out as her fingernails scratch his back. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad please.” tears begin to form in her eyes as she continues to clench around his dick. Harry immediately pulls off the condom and helps her sit up on her knees. She absolutely could not feel a thing below her stomach but with Harry’s hard cock in her mouth, she was already closing her eyes and trusting him with everything she was. She’s never been this fucking vulnerable, she was literally about to pass the fuck out. 

She was softly holding onto his thighs but her hands found comfort on his waist as he began to fuck her mouth harder. Harry on the other hand, kept his eyes on how her mouth was taking him in. He watched the way his fingers wrap around her hair tightly as he brought his hips closer and closer until he could feel her gagging on his dick. Without a warning, he immediately pulls out and spills all over her face.

“Why’d you do that?” She opens her eyes and pouts. She was pretty upset how she couldn’t taste him spill into her mouth. So her finger immediately takes a swipe of his spill and puts it in her mouth. Without hesitation, she’s taking his forming soft dick in her hands before softly licking it clean and softly sucking on his balls. She takes his shaft and swipes her cheek once more before licking the rest of his spill from his shaft. 

“You’re going to make me hard again if you keep doing that baby. Might not be as nice as I was this time.” 

“Maybe I want another round?” She gestures him to lie down as she continues to kiss and suck on his cock. 

“Thought it was a one and done.” He softly smiles as he removes some of the hair from her face.

“How about a one and done night?”

“Deal.”

And although they thought this was crossing a line, they already knew the moment their lips touched, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

~

“Wait so he changed his mind!” Nessa laughs as they drive back home. “Bitch how are you at school today? I literally saw you limping at lunch.”

“Shut up.” Y/N mouth widens as she rubs her face. “I don’t know what happened okay? We said one and done but we honestly went a couple of rounds before I had to wake him up so he could drive back home.”

“But is he out of your system? Don’t get me wrong Harry’s a fine guy but like dating wise? He’s been with other girls but somehow always goes back to Carla. They’ve been like that before you and Ryan moved here.” 

“Yeah, he’s out of my system.” Y/N laughs but truth be told, some nights when she can’t sleep, she’ll find herself staring at the ceiling. 

“Why are you guys home so early?” Nessa asks once they step inside the house. There was a good comparison between Nessa and Ryan with Y/N and Harry. First off, Nessa literally saw Ryan as her older brother which meant they were pretty vocal towards each other. Secondly, Nessa was very comfortable at Y/N’s house almost as if this was her second home. 

“Carla and Cassidy are coming over.” Ryan smirks as Harry cleans the living room behind him. “During the party last night, I may have asked if they wanted to come over for a double date game night thing. Mom and Dad are cool with it since it's a Monday which is their date night too.

“Oh have fun.” Y/N buds in and laughs. “Make sure to actually vacuum please. You don’t want the girls finding your crumbs on the carpet.” She takes her jacket off as Nessa follows behind her up the stairs. Harry obviously tried to ignore the fact, she bluntly ignored him. 

“Double date? Damn, you guys really did just fuck and brushed it under the carpet.”

“It meant nothing right. So?” Y/N tries to brush off the topic as she sets her backpack down. “Why won’t you sit down?” “On that bed?” Nessa smiles awkwardly as she glances at the double bed near the wall. 

“I changed the sheets.” Y/N takes her shirt off and replaces it with another loose top. She unzips her pants and wears her black tights instead.

“So should we invite ourselves to their double date?” Nessa raises her eyebrows as she lays down on the bed. 

“No because it’s weird and I don’t want Harry to think I’m jealous.”

“I think you are.”

“Nope, I told you I don’t like him like that anymore and he’s out of my system.” She tries to ignore the fact, how she swallowed him without hesitation.

“Okay but wouldn’t it be better to prove to yourself you are just by being around him.” And although Y/N wanted to protest that, the two best friends ended up being invited by Ryan to play downstairs anyway. 

“You girls want a refill?” Ryan sits up from the coffee table as he cleans up the empty red cups. Ness, Carla, and Cassidy wanted a new one which made Y/N go help her brother out in the kitchen. 

“Are you having fun?” Ryan asks as he throws the cups in the recycling. Y/N pours the preferred drinks in the new cups as she looks up at her brother. 

“Yeah, I was wondering why you invited Ness and I. Don’t you think we’re cock-blocking?”

“Harry suggested you guys hang out with us while we played games. More competition is fun y’know. Plus you and Nessa can leave whenever.”

“Oh cool. Thanks, I guess?” 

“Yup.” He grabs two cups as she does. She couldn’t help but notice how Ryan suddenly started cheering. “Yeah, Styles get it! Woooo!” Y/N turns her eyes to notice Harry and Carla making out on the floor by the coffee table. 

“Are you guys dating again?” Cassidy laughs as she tries not to watch them make out.

“Sure.” Carla pulls away and pecks his cheek. Nerissa was just watching Y/N’s reaction and she knew it was a bad one. 

“Y/N could you walk me to the car? Appa just texted me and he’s wondering where I am. I forgot it was his birthday.” Nessa speaks up.

“Oh shit.” Y/N was clueless of her excuse. Which thankfully made her seem more genuinely in a rush to get out of the room. She sets the drinks on the table before going upstairs with Ness.

“How did you forget it was Appa’s birthday, Ness?” 

“I don’t know.” She packs her things up. “Why don’t you come with me? He’s gonna blow his cake soon.”

“Oh, I don’t want-”

“Come.” And if there was one thing Y/N knew well about Nessa, it was that she wouldn’t ever forget it was Appa’s birthday, especially if she just celebrated it a couple of months ago. Without a fight to say no, Y/N immediately grabs a hoodie as they walk down the stairs. 

“Ryan, I’m going to Ness’ to celebrate Appa’s birthday. I’ll be home soon before Mom and Dad comes home.”

“Oh okay.” Ryan waves at his sister as his arms rests on Cassidy’s shoulder. 

“Bye guys!” Ness and Y/N wave as they both exit the house immediately. Harry stays unbothered as he takes another sip of his beer. 

“Thank you for getting me the fuck out of there.” 

“It’s okay. We don’t actually have to leave you know. It’s 6 PM, I can drive the car to a different neighbourhood and you can cry all about him there.”

“I love you.” Y/N begins to tear up. 

“I love you too.”

~

“What’s Tom doing here?” Ryan’s eyes are in shock as he watches his sister hold hands with the familiar boy. What’s confusing is that Y/N went to Ness’ for a birthday. 

“He just wanted to come over.” She smiles innocently as she waves hi to the same party. It was just about 7 PM and the double date duo was watching an unfamiliar movie on TV. Nessa called Tom and Y/N had to explain their situation. Although he didn’t really want to do it. He knew Y/N wanted to prove something to the Harry guy. So as long as they didn’t do anything romantic or weird that would cross his boundaries, Tom was okay with it. 

“Aw, I didn’t know you were dating Thomas?” Cassidy smiles as she walks in with a bowl of popcorn. She hands it to Carla who is cuddling up against Harry on one of the sofas.

“We aren’t dating.” They both look at each other and laugh. Tom shakes his head and pulls Y/N up the stairs instead. 

Once the pair is gone, the dates begin to watch their movie again. “Ryan, you really don’t care if your sister is by herself with that boy?” Carla laughs as she feeds herself and Harry popcorn.

“I’m definitely not going to interfere with that, they’re probably doing the nasty already.” His eyes widen as he stuffs more popcorn down his mouth and although, Harry was keeping his eyes on the screen, there wasn’t anything sitting well with him knowing the girl he was with on the weekend was already in somebody else’s arms. 

The goal was to get each other out of their systems, why the fuck are they so jealous then?

great plan Vanessa. 

Part deux ici 

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GIFT .

Genre : Brother-in-law Jungkook x OC!

Warnings : Yandere Jungkook! Non Consent. Manipulative behaviour. Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Murder

Author's Note : I love reading Yandere fics so I just wanted to write one!! Its very different from what I usually write... So proceed with caution.

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The first time I met Jungkook , it was five years into my relationship with Namjoon.

Namjoon had told me all about his baby brother, a final year student in SNU. Jungkook majored in Business , training to take over the company business . Namjoon often mentioned that it was Jungkook's offer to switch majors that had helped him pursue his own dream of being a music producer.

So when he told me that Jungkook was on a break from university and his parents were looking forward to having a proper family dinner with all of us, I was excited to meet the boy , I'd heard so much about. Namjoon was endlessly fond of his little brother and I wanted him to like me just as much.

Namjoon and I had met seven years earlier in the University Library and had become fast friends. We were both quiet, intellectually driven individuals, preferring to spend our time in the library as opposed to partying with our friends. And yet, in a twist , against our family’s wishes, we had chosen not to pursue an academically driven career either. I’d always felt out of place in my own friend group, most of my friend from Journalism being extroverted and fun loving. Namjoon for his part had only two very close friends, Yoongi and Hoseok and preferred spending time by himself as well.

So it was only natural that we fell in with each other with ease. His beautiful dimpled smile tugged on my gut, even as his gentle nature and gorgeous mind made my heart pound. I fell in love with him, between the late night laughter in the library and the soft secrets whispered against my skin, in the privacy of his bed.

“Nervous?” His voice drew me to the present, fingers inking with mine as he lightly knocked his shoulders against mine, staring down at me with a dimpled smile. I shook my head quickly, squeezing his hand gently.

“Of course not. I just want him to like me.” I whispered and Namjoon chuckled.

“Jungkookie isn’t very expressive so don’t worry if he isn’t very vocal in his affections. He’s very shy with new people but I’m sure, he’ll love you.” Namjoon reached out and lightly, brushed the hair off my face before leaning down and giving me a quick kiss.

I gripped his waist, pressing in closer, lips parting instinctively  , eager to chase the taste of him. He groaned and gripped my elbow, pulling me around to press up against the tall , lean strength of his body and this was it, this endless need to touch him even after seven whole years of being together. I moaned when he bit down on my lips, my back arching a bit to press into him.

“Hyung?”

We parted, surprised and I felt my face flame, lips slicked wet and no doubt red from where Joon’s teeth had sunk in.

What a first impression.

“Ahh… Jungkook-ah… You came out?” Namjoon looked a little flustered, dimples peeking out in an abashed smile as he laughed embarrassedly I found myself smiling at Jungkook, who looked nothing like I’d imagined.

I’d been expecting someone cute and friendly.

Jungkook was dressed in all black, tall and intimidating. He was also almost surreally beautiful, gaze piercing and steady as he stared at me. I felt an instinctive urge to hide, not missing the way his gaze trailed up and down my body, lips parting gently to reveal a pair of bunny teeth that looked jarringly adorable on a face that was , quite simply put, arrestingly gorgeous.  

He hummed, still standing in the doorway, eyes trained on me and I swallowed when he smiled , wide and open. His tongue darted out, lightly licking his lower lip .

“Hi, Hana.” He said softly and I startled.

“Hana? I’m sure you mean noona…..” I laughed nervously and even Namjoon looked surprised and Jungkook merely smiled, shrugging.

“You don’t feel like a noona.” He said casually.

I merely stared at him, not sure what he meant. Namjoon laughed a little as well, moving over to lightly hug his brother.

“Yah! You’ve just met her. Isn’t it too soon to start being a brat?” He ruffled his hair playfully before turning to me.

“Come on, Hana. Come say hi to my parents.” Namjoon walked in and I rushed to follow him, pausing when I reached the doorway. I smiled at Jungkook, holding a hand out slowly.

“I’ve heard so much about you Jungkook, I hope we can be friends…” I said sincerely and he stared at my hand, not taking it. Instead he gave me another soft smile. Before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the back of my hand, making me jump .

“You don’t feel like a friend either.” He said with a shrug , before moving away, leaving me stunned on the doorway.

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Two years later :

“Seven months? Namjoon we’re getting married in seven months! How am I supposed to plan a whole wedding , with you away from the country?” I asked desperately, watching as Namjoon sat with his head in his hands. He looked stricken, regretful and pained and I felt terrible for being unreasonable but it was impossible not to feel hurt.

“I know..  I know hana, I’m so fucking sorry. But this is such a huge opportunity and its not just me : Hoseok and Yoongi depend on me. I can’t screw things up for them too.” He whispered and I exhaled.

Namjoon had been offered a chance to produce for a very high end recording label based out of the US and they wanted him to stay there for a minimum of seven months. The offer had been a complete surprise, out of the blue and the timing couldn’t have been worse. I’d been accepted into an internship at a popular magazine and it would be impossible for me to go with him. And I was so desperate to go.

We’d never been apart for more than a few days, in the entirety of our relationship and the thought of not seeing him for months made me want to throw up.

“I’ve spoken to Jungkook. He’ll help you with all the things that have to be done. And I swear that I’ll be back at least a month before the date, alright? No matter what happens.” Namjoon said firmly. I swallowed, nodding nervously.

It was true that I didn’t like the idea of being away from Namjoon. But the thought of keeping him away from a dream that he had worked so hard for, was almost unfathomable.

Besides, Jungkook was reliable and sweet. The perfect gentleman. Especially now that he’d taken over as his father’s Executive Assistant, Jungkook was incredibly good at organizing and planning things out.

With his help, I could plan out our wedding to perfection.

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The next five months were spent in a haze of appointments and fittings and bookings. Jungkook had arranged for a shift in my internship hours, so he and I could spend a solid four hours every day, visiting different vendors, picking out the perfect floral arrangements, napkins, brocade and what not. And for once, I found myself completely enthralled by the idea of spending money of frivolously pretty things. Whether it was the florists or the patisserie, the dress fitting or the invitations, I felt my excitement bubbling over , amazed because marrying into Namjoon’s family meant an unlimited budget and for once, I didn’t mind being extravagant.

What was more, I didn’t miss Namjoon nearly as much as I thought I would. Because deep down , I knew that he wouldn’t have enjoyed this all that much. And I would have felt guilty , dragging him everywhere.

And Jungkook was the one to thank for all of it. He picked me up everyday for an early breakfast , followed by hours of combing the streets for ideas and appointments. He was funny and enthusiastic, eager to help me in every way and I was so grateful that I couldn’t thank him enough.

“I owe you so much, Kookie. You’ve been a life saver.” I groaned, collapsing on the couch and dropping my head back against the backrest. Jungkook chuckled, sitting down on one of the Turkish ottomans and lightly grabbing my ankle, pulling my foot onto his lap. I flushed a little, still not used to how touchy he was.

Jungkook liked wrapping his arms around my waist when we were out and about, fingers fluttering up my sides or brushing hair off my face with easy familiarity. I didn’t mind. He reminded me of my little brother back in Ilsan.

Most of the people we met assumed he was the groom and Jungkook told me it would be better to keep up the ruse because wedding planners were more comfortable when couples came together and I’d agreed, albeit a little reluctantly. I missed Namjoon and I wondered if he would mind. But when I mentioned it in passing to him during one of our daily video calls, he’d merely laughed it off.

“You’re so tense, Hana. You should relax. Everything is going to be okay.” Jungkook said softly, soft fingers digging into the curve of heel before brushing the arch of my foot. I smiled when he tugged my foot close, placing it down on the firmness of his thigh.

I gazed down at him, feeling uncomfortably nervous. This whole thing seemed oddly intimate somehow and I felt the first tendrils of guilt begin to curl around my gut. I swallowed, hating myself for tainting something that was no doubt innocent. I ought to be grateful that my future brother in law was this kind to me.

“I know. Thank you. I just miss him sometimes.” I said softly. The fingers stilled on my foot.

“Only sometimes?” He teased, eyes narrowed and tone just a little colder and I hesitated.

“I don’t miss him when you keep me company. You help me forget that I’m doing all of this by myself.” I said honestly. Jungkook inhaled sharply, his gaze flicking to mine, holding mine with an intensity that made me balk a little.

“You mean, that?” He asked quietly and I laughed at how serious he looked.

“Of course I do.  I was so sure this whole thing would be me being miserably lonely but you’ve kept me laughing and happy. I’m going to ask Namjoon to buy you something expensive and amazing when he comes back.”

“He already has something amazing. It’s the only thing I really want.” Jungkook said quietly, fingers stroking up, gently massaging my foot all the way up my calf. I groaned at how good it felt.

“Really what is it?” I asked curious.

Jungkook squeezed my knee before carefully placing my foot down , reaching for the other one.

“You’ll know soon, Hana.”

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True to his word, Namjoon called me exactly a month before our wedding date.

“Guess who’s leaving the God forsaken place this weekend?”

I felt warmth flood my insides, heart racing with pure joy, tears brimming over because I’d honestly resigned myself to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to make it back on time.

“Monday i, I’ll be there. Can’t wait to kiss you, my love.” He whispered and I nodded, laughing.

Finally, Everything would be okay.

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Namjoon’s flight was due to arrive late night ,somewhere between twelve and one in the morning. I’d taken a nap in the afternoon, so I could be up to welcome him back. Jungkook arrived at around seven with Takeout and flowers.

He didn’t ring the doorbell, letting himself in with the spare key I’d given him for emergencies. I found myself scrambling for my robe because I’d taken a nice long shower and slipped on a silk negligee, short and ending just over my knees . I could feel his eyes on me as I hastily tied the sash together, flustered. The robe wasn’t long either and I felt absolutely exposed, even worse than when he’d stepped into the dressing room during my fitting, offering to help me with the zipper.

“ Jungkook, what are you doing here?” I asked nervously and he shrugged, eyes still trailing over my legs, the skin bare. I felt his gaze like a caress and some instinct told me I was in danger. I shook my head to clear it. How ridiculous.

This was Jungkook. Sweet, wonderful Jungkookie. My best friend these past few months. There was no one else I could be safer with.

“I knew you’d be excited, what with hyung coming back and all. So, I thought I’d drop by and at least make sure you’re well fed.” He grinned, holding the tae out up. I smiled and nodded, moving to get plates and glasses from the kitchen.

I heard Jungkook moving around in the living room and when I went back in , I found that he had two glasses of wine ready on the table, an expensive bottle of merlot opened nearby. I smiled a bit, shaking my head.

“What are we celebrating?” I asked curiously and he shrugged.

“Namjoon hyung is coming back right? It means I’ll be getting my amazing gift tonight.” He said softly, picking his glass up and taking a sip and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re such a child. You can’t wait for a day to get your gift?”

Jungkook hummed. He looked ethereal in the dim golden light of the apartment. Like something out of a fairytale. All dark ebony hair and porcelain skin. I wondered, again….why he never dated. He was easily one of the most beautiful humans I’d ever seen in my life. And that voice.

The voice of an angel.

“I’ve been waiting for years, Hana. I’m sick and tired of waiting.” He said softly, voice low and eyes somehow dark and I tried to hold my smile.

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.” I grinned and he smiled, all teeth.

“Oh, I intend to. Thoroughly.”

I took my own glass and took a deep sip , before holding it against his.

“To no longer waiting and finally getting what we want.” I said cheerfully, thinking of the long months without Namjoon and the few hours till he would be back in my arms. Jungkook chuckled and clinked his glass against mine.

“To you, Hana.” He said simply and I blushed, surprised and flattered.

We ate the take out but just a few bites in, I felt my eyes getting heavy which was so unfair. It was barely eight. And I’d slept in the afternoon. What was wrong with me? I was supposed to be up till Namjoon came home.

“You alright, love?” Jungkook asked sweetly , getting out of his chair and making his way over when I almost knocked the glass of water over, fingers trembling. I pouted, even as his fingers curled over my shoulders, gripping lightly.

“Why am I so drowsy?” I whined in desperation and he leaned down, lightly resting his chin on my shoulder.

“You need to rest, hana. Come on, let’s get you to bed…. “

Eyes heavy and limbs turning to jelly, I could barely blink as he reached down and scooped me into his arms , carrying me into the bedroom. I felt his fingers tug on the sash of my robe, a protest building up at the action but he shushed me gently.

“I’m just helping you out of this, Hana. Rest now… Namjoon hyung will be here soon and we have a long night ahead of us, you and I.”

I could feel my mind churn at that, confusion warring with apprehension because why was Jungkook inserting himself in tonight? What did he have to do with Namjoon and I ?

Sleep beckoned and I found myself slipping into the darkness before I could fully ponder on his words.

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I woke up sweaty and damp , body overheated and my head foggy. I made to move and felt my heart pound when I realized my hands were tied up to the headboard. I blinked, only to be met with darkness because there was something tied around my eye as well.

“Jungkook?!” I called out panicking and there was a low chuckle.

And then a very familiar scent.

Namjoon.

I sagged in relief.

“Joon…it’s you….” I breathed out . “ Come on, do we really have to do this right away? I wanna see you…” I whispered desperately.

Fingers brushed over my ankle and I jumped.

“Namjoon?” I whispered . The bed dipped next to me, and I felt the brush of his shirt against my bare arm. It was soft and silky , familiar because I’d bought it for him for his birthday and he’d sent me a pic of him wearing it, from the airport today.

“Okay… I’ll play.” I laughed softly. “ Just untie me… I wanna touch you..”

“Sshhh…..” A finger pressed against my lip and I startled. Throat dry, I gulped.

But I didn’t say anything, biting my lips nervously as I felt him climb over me, one knee on either side of mine, fingers curling on my thighs, lips pressing against my cheek. I sighed, relishing the soft press of his lips, up and down my neck, the damp wetness of his tongue as he licked the skin right after, teeth nipping gently and then with more force.

I trembled as soft fingers tugged on my negligee tugging the fabric up and away from my body, raising it up till it pooled near my chest. I felt the tug on my panties, yanking the fabric off and then the weight of him went away, a breathy exhale that sounded both calm and somehow desperate, his body moving down to lightly hold my knees, parting my legs.

I bent my knees, spreading my thighs the way he clearly wanted me to, hearing him groan in return. He used his thumbs to gently part the damp folds of my centre and I felt my entire body shudder at the press of his tongues against the most intimate parts of me.

Choking, I could only lay there and take it, his tongue licking the slick folds, over and over again with an almost curious insistence, like he was tasting me for the first time and I could feel his body trembling on the bed as he did. I felt his teeth tug on the hardened nub, bruising hard and yet somehow almost playful and cheeky and I found myself squirming in pleasure, wetness seeping out of me .

The tip of his finger found my slit, running up and done the length of it in a slow, gentle caress, gathering the moisture there and I trembled when he reached my clit, gently rubbing circles on the little bundle before moving back down to trace my entrance. I was so wet, getting wetter by the second and I’d never wanted to be fucked so bad.

“Please…..baby… I want you ….in me…” I choked out and he chuckled, a little mischievous and unlike him.

The finger dipped in, shallow and barely in and I whimpered in desperation.

“More.. Please…. I want more.. Want you… Its been so long…”

I felt him move back at that and then he was there, right between my legs. I felt the clink of metal as he unbuckled himself, the sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as he pushed his trousers off. I could feel the hard muscles of his thigh against the back of mine as he scooted closer, felt the brush of his hard length against my center, the head dipping in just lightly.

He pushed forward, driving in with so much force that my entire body shuddered in shock. And in just that second, I knew, with dawning horror…….

This was not Namjoon.

I screamed, so loud my own ears rang and  a palm pressed down into my mouth, forceful and unrelenting. And terrifyingly unfamiliar.

“Hana…” Jungkook’s voice near my ear made me choke on my tears, my mind splintering in shock and betrayal, body going rigid in terror as he pulled out , only to slide back in.

“Knew it would be worth it, keeping myself pure for you….” He crooned against my skin and I whimpered, wetness spilling over my eyelashes as I tried to squirm away, my mind body and soul only screaming for the man I loved.

“Don’t worry about anything ….Hyung’s in a better place now. “ Jungkook chuckled deeply and I felt my skin go ice cold at the implication. He moved his hand away and I coughed, choking.

“Jungkook….”

The blind fold came off and he kept pumping into me, hips moving erratically, no rhythm or grace and it was obvious he’d never done this before, obvious in the way he looked : blissed out and feral, eyes unfocused as he stared down at me. I felt him tremble and shake, before going still . I felt warm wetness flood my insides and bile rose, nausea making breathing difficult. He stayed on me and inside me, his body so large and immovable, heavy and suffocating over my own.

“what are you doing Jungkookie?” I sobbed out in disbelief and he glared at me.

“What does it fucking look like I’m doing? I’m taking what I fucking deserve….” He snarled. “ Two fucking years…. He doesn’t deserve you. Spends all his days and nights holed up in that studio of his with his friends….leaves you to fend for yourself. You deserve to be waited on, hand and foot… you deserve the world, hana…and he wouldn’t let you experience any of it. Fucking bastard….

“No… No.. God …no..” I choked out. It was the shirt.

He was wearing Namjoon’s shirt. And his cologne. The shirt I knew my boyfriend had been wearing today. How did he get it??

Jungkook brushed his fingers on my cheeks .

“What’s wrong baby? Are you worried about him? Wondering where he is…” He chuckled. “ I told you..he’s in a better place right now..”

“No… you’re lying..you wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t I? You know me that well , hana?” He teased.

No. No I didn’t I didn’t know him at all.

“How about this? If you marry me…. If you let me have this dream wedding with my dream girl…. �� He smirked,” If you let me love you the way you deserve , maybe I’ll take you to visit him…someday. ”

I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t process what I’d just heard… I didn’t know… if he was bluffing. What if he had actually killed-

I couldn’t believe that. I couldn’t. It would break me.

“Okay… Just…please don’t hurt him…” I whispered.

Jungkook smiled.

“Just relax Hana. Everything’s going to be okay.”

AUTHORS NOTE : THIS IS LITERALLY MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS PURELY OUT OF IDLE CURIOSITY

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#YANDERE JUNGKOOK #YANDERE BTS #yandere jungkook smut #bts smut

[chimielie]

flowers in your hair

summary: Iwaizumi Hajime x Filipina Reader. hajime doesn’t screw up your debut. far from it.

wc: 1.2k

cw: brainrot

a/n: i’ll be honest this is just bc i had my 18 roses party recently and the only thing that could have made it better would be haji’s presence. the entrance song was wildest dreams (matthew j webster) btw

“You’ll walk down the center, bow, then go to the left, next to her father. Then Sebastian will be introduced and go right, then Gabriel, who will stand next to you. Got it?”

“Yes,” nods Hajime, running over the mental map in his head with all the seriousness of a seasoned militant rehearsing crucial battle plans. He’ll walk straight down the center of the floor without tripping over his own feet, bow with all the grace and dignity that befits this event, and go to your father’s left, not his right, his left. Wait, would it be his left or Hajime’s left?

Fuck.

He can only imagine how it would look to your family if he screwed up the entrance choreography, if it was something so small that got him. He’s practiced the dance that comes afterwards a thousand times over at this point, enough to know that he can execute it with as much skill as he can spike (well, maybe). He’d spent the last month panicking over the dance, actually, forcing Oikawa to practice with him, watch him, and criticize his footwork ruthlessly. It’s basically become muscle memory.

He just knows that if he doesn’t get the entrance right, all of that preparation will have been for nothing, and he’ll freeze during the dance, and it’ll ruin your entire debut. Then he’ll have to break up with you (or rather, you with him), be run out of town by your family for it, and have to live forever in a cave for shame and heartbreak.

“Okay, kid,” your dad says, the sound of Bruno Mars swelling in the ballroom they’re standing just outside of. Around Hajime, the other cotillion members are adjusting their ties or fussing with their dresses. “You’ll be... on my right. Is that right?”

Your dad has always been nice to Hajime. Your whole family has, really, the ones he’s met so far. You often joke that they like him better than they like you, and after three years of dating, he thought he was pretty comfortable with them. He peers into the open door of the ballroom and registers exactly how many relatives you have and how important this first impression on them is for him.

Hajime thinks he’s gonna throw up.

“Breathe,” whispers your mother to him, then turns around and fixes a smile on her face, taking your father’s arm as they step together into view of the party guests.

“When do I go?” He whispers frantically to the coordinator. She pats him sympathetically on the shoulder.

“It’s good to see you care so much about her,” she says, which, frankly, doesn’t do much to comfort him. He does not like his feelings for you being constantly evaluated. “I’ll give you your cue, don’t worry. Just go straight, bow, then left.”

“My left, his right,” Hajime mutters, hoping he looks more confident then he feels. Your younger cousins all think he’s cool, and he really doesn’t want that to change. Also, he used a ton of hair gel and stress might make it spike up again.

“That’s it,” she says, then nudges him forward. “And that’s it!”

He feels like a newborn giraffe stumbling onto the floor. One step turns into many, his stride lengthening and becoming more relaxed the further he makes it. He can see a collection of your uncles and aunties holding up their phones to film in the corner of his eye; as he nears the stage where the head tables are, your Uncle Sammy appears with the biggest contraption ever to be called a camera and snaps a photo that nearly blinds him with the flash.

He reaches your parents, who are smiling fondly at him, and turns to bow to the rest of the room. He takes three steps left. He heaves a sigh of relief, grinning when he remembers that all eyes are on him.

He can breathe freely, now, and marvel at the scene he stands at the center of. Garlands of flowers drip off every surface, illuminated by golden candles bobbing in glass bowls of water. Surrounding him on all sides are your family, your friends— all the people who love you.

He can hear them chattering amongst themselves while the other introductions are being made. One of your little cousins knocks on a glass bowl, and his mother chides him softly for it, pulling him into her lap and redirecting his attention by pointing at one of the cousins entering the room. Two of your aunts whisper together about the roast pig on display near the bar. Three tables away, Oikawa shoots him a big thumbs up and a shit-eating smile, while Mattsun and Makki have their eyes fixed on one of your friends as she crosses the floor.

“...one of the debutante’s oldest friends! And now,” the emcee says, and as his tone shifts into something more formal, the music slides smoothly from pop into something orchestral, building slowly. “Please rise and welcome our celebrant!”

The room hushes, the music settling over the people like some delicately-woven spell, before it itself quiets, holding its breath. Hajime blinks. The doors open once more.

The song bursts back into joyous life, crescendoing over the raucous applause that breaks out, and you step into the room.

The speakers continue to blare and the people continue to clap, and Hajime can’t hear a thing. His blood roars in his ears, drowning out everything else, leaving him utterly helpless, fixated entirely on you.

You step into the room, your skirts swishing around you, your head held high as you smile that same smile that leaves Hajime breathless every fucking time he sees it. Your dress is magnificent—all white, contrasting your glowing skin, the bodice crusted with pearls and flowers and complicated corsetry and the skirts so full he doesn’t know if he could get within a three foot radius of you. The dress is nothing compared to you, though.

You walk like you’re floating on air. Your eyes are curved into dark half-moons and your lashes look like they would sweep him away if you batted them at him. You shine here, like Selene in her starlight, a goddess in the temple.

There are ribbons in your hair. In that moment, all he wants is to reach out and touch them, unwind them, brushing the rough skin of his hands against the softness of your neck every so often incidentally. He doesn’t think he’s inhaled for the last three minutes.

You twirl, and when you’re facing forward again you find him. You smile, a different smile than the one you granted everyone else, and his heart stops. You laugh, an open-mouthed laugh, and wave, wiggling your fingers at him, and he blushes like a fire engine, waving back meekly. He can’t speak to you from this distance, but he knows you can read the meaning in his gaze.

Someday, you’ll meet again, just like this. You’ll waltz down the aisle wearing a white dress and flowers and and the prettiest damn smile he’s ever seen.

And he’ll be waiting for you at the end of it.

#soooo nervous to post this idk why. anyway every time i post hajime i get more self inserty #iwaizumi x reader fluff #iwaizumi my beloved my husband loml etc etc #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #hq!! fluff #hq!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #all the names are my actual cousins names btw bc im lazy. idk how much of this is specific to my family tbh this is very thinly veiled #selfship content

[harrowharkboygf]

rating the locked tomb characters by how good their met gala outfits would be

gideon nav

we can surmise from the “rapier with skulls puking other skulls” quote that gideon’s personal style, if she wasn’t beholden to the ninth house dress code, would be Loud and Tacky and A Lot. therefore, i think she’ll go all out with the theme. her outfit might not look objectively good per se — it will probably be a little too excessive and not super classy — but she will absolutely fulfill the theme and she will have fun, and that’s the most important part! 9/10

harrowhark nonagesimus

oh harrow will go all in on this. she will definitely be of the opinion that all guests should have to submit an essay explaining exactly how their outfit fits the theme, and she absolutely will get annoyed at the people who just wore simple black tuxes and dresses. she‘ll start planning her outfit months in advance, and it’s going to be incredibly complicated and very symbolic. her outfit is probably be a lot creepier and more goth than the rest of the guests, but it’ll still go perfectly with the theme anyways. 10/10

ortus nigenad

how much effort ortus puts into his outfit will depend SOLELY on what the theme was. if he thinks it’s a stupid theme he’ll put in zero energy whatsoever, and if he thinks it’s a good theme he will put in the work and come out with an outfit that’s definitely creative, even if it doesn’t look super great and is a little bit of a stretch on the theme. 7/10

judith deuteros

judith definitely does not care. she does not care at all, and if you asked her what the theme was, she couldn’t even tell you. she wears a simple black tux or black dress every year, and yes she looks hot as fuck and very classy and all of the gay girls on twitter go wild over it, but it’s not particularly creative or befitting of the theme. 3/10

marta dyas

marta cares a lot more than judith does, but she still focuses more on the event itself than the outfit; she’s more excited to dance, talk with her friends and acquaintances, and see other people’s outfits. if the met gala didn’t have a theme, she’d still be happy, but since it does, she’ll try to fit the theme as best she can! she refuses to sacrifice her own comfort or ability to dance in favor of an outfit though, which is very fair of her. no matter what, though, she looks good! 6/10

coronabeth tridentarius

oh you KNOW corona is acing this. she starts planning for her outfit a year in advance, but unlike harrow, she’s way less pretentious about it and willing to do something that might make fun of herself a little or make others laugh. she makes sure to call everyone she knows who’s going to make sure that their outfits won’t be too similar. she also makes sure that ianthe and babs’ outfits go good with hers. it’s the bane of her existence that judith won’t go to the lengths that she does. she fits the theme perfectly, she’s creative about it, and she looks hot as fuck. 100/10

ianthe tridentarius

as mentioned above, ianthe’s outfit is always designed to fit with coronabeth’s. it’s always very similar — not quite the same, but very close. same idea, slightly different execution. it’s always fitting with the theme, and looks really good objectively, but there’s a lack of investment and heart that ruins it a bit, especially next to corona’s extravaganza. still, when she’s next to the other guests, she definitely wins. 8/10

naberius tern

babs cares WAY more about looking good than he does about fitting the theme. his outfit is always a lot less creative than and themed than ianthe’s and corona’s. he never sidesteps the theme entirely, but he often refuses to go all the way in favor of not looking too weird. this is kind of a moot point, since he always looks a little weird anyway. 5.5/10

isaac tettares & jeannemary chatur

the awful teens were coordinating outfits each year, and each year they desperately want to fit the theme and do something cool, but they’re a little TOO eager about it. there’s always either a little bit too much going on with their outfits for the message to be fully cohesive, OR they didn’t go all the way because they were too embarrassed to do so. however, they definitely try their best and that’s what matters! 7.5/10

abigail pent & magnus quinn

abigail and magnus treat the met gala like a halloween party. they’re committed to the theme, but not in the militant, obsessive way that harrow and coronabeth are — it’s more that they have fun planning their coordinating outfits because costumes are fun! often their take on the theme is very nerdy and sweet, but maybe not super well done. still, they compliment everyone on their outfits and are so genuine about it that they get points anyway. 7/10

palamedes sextus

pal could honestly care less about the met gala, but he attends anyway and spends the whole night deep in conversation with anyone who will talk science with him. as such, his outfit is. Very Lacking. cam usually designs it for him and it fits the theme pretty well and looks objectively good, but he gets points off for not coming up with it himself. 5/10

camilla hect

pal and cam don’t wear coordinated outfits, but they are still somewhat cohesive, as cam plans them both. camilla’s outfit is definitely much better than palamedes’ is — it fits the theme and is more creative and she just generally looks hotter. however, she’s not putting the same level of energy most of the people listed above. but it’s fun, it looks good, and she passes the test. 7/10

dulcinea septimus

dulcie’s attitude towards the met gala would be very similar to magnus and abigail’s in that she treats it like a fun opportunity rather than a life-or-death situation, but she definitely leans more “tasteful” over magnus and abigail’s typical style of “dorky”. she follows the theme closely and she looks good! 8/10

protesilaus ebdoma

pro always goes with dulcie, and he just dresses in an outfit that she’s planned to be coordinated with hers. he’s a little bemused at the intensity of some of the others, but he goes along with the whole thing because it makes dulcie happy. points off for not coming up with his own idea, points added for looking very dashing regardless. ortus is fuming at how well-put-together his outfit is. 5/10

silas octakiseron

silas shares the same all-or-nothing attitude that ortus has towards the theme, but when he approves of the theme, his execution comes very close to beating out harrow’s outfit in terms of Drama and Sophistication. his outfits are often a little impractical — they’re hard to walk in or require elaborate props to be transported alongside him — but they’re worth it. 9/10

colum asht

colum just wears a suit the same color as whatever silas’ outfit is that year. boring! 2/10

augustine the first

augustine tries his hardest, but he never quite nails the theme. somehow, it always goes straight over his head, so when he explains it to people, they’re always like “*confused head tilt* hmmm, okay now i think i get it! huh!” he looks,,, fine in it, and he tries. he tries! 4/10

mercymorn the first

mercy’s sense of style in general is very good, so she always comes in a dress that’s fashionable and well-designed. the problem is that she actively abhors the idea of a themed party; she actively campaigns to the organizers each year to not do a theme. she thinks that everyone who does the theme is ridiculous. as such, she ends up with a low 3/10

cytherea the first

cytherea has a good Idea for the met gala every year, but for some reason — she bites off more than she can chew or she fails to accurately articulate her vision or she procrastinates until the last minute — that idea never translates into an actual outfit, so she always falls back on a simple, soft clinging dress. fashionable, but unfortunately not very standout-ish. 3.5/10

gideon the first

gideon (original flavor) just wears a boring black suit every year. THE most boring black suit ever. 1/10

pyrrha dve

okay, admittedly we haven’t seen that much of pyrrha in canon, but from what we do know, she is smart and talented and funny and good at everything and has a dramatic streak and is incredibly hot. therefore, i think we can surmise that she’ll absolutely nail her met gala outfit. it’ll fit the theme, it’ll be very original and very well-done, and she’ll be sexy as fuck! good for her! 15/10

john gaius

he wears the exact same black tux every year. the same one. he pays no attention to the theme whatsoever. this is very confusing, since HE is the one who organizes the met gala and picks the theme! weirdo! even worse, john makes a point to give backhanded compliments to people he thinks don’t fit the theme or don’t look good. bitch! -10/10

#tlt #the locked tomb #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #ianthe tridentarius #judith deuteros #marta dyas #coronabeth tridentarius #naberius tern #jeannemary chatur #isaac tettares #abigail pent #magnus quinn #palamedes sextus #camilla hect #dulcinea septimus #protesilaus ebdoma #silas octakiseron #colum asht #ortus nigenad #cytherea the first #augustine the first #mercymorn the first #gideon the first #pyrrha dve #john gaius #htn spoilers #soph.txt