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tallymonster · 3 months

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Careless Whisper ❤️ AO3 link ❤️‍🔥

Summary: Zesstra is a stripper and she just got off work. She turns on her computer and watches a very steamy streamer.

THIS IS PURE SMUT TRASH, IT IS NOT SERIOUS. If you come to my asks being an asshole, your ass will get BLOCKED.

A/N: there's a lot of emojis and out of character speak going on here. Do not take anything written here seriously, this was done for fun. Consider this a love letter to my friends on the Astarion Brainrot discord and to the ones who let me use their Tavs in this wild idea I had one day when I got too stoned and started to write on Google docs. Might be a one off, might be a thing, who knows?? Either way, enjoy! Happy Valentine's Day 😘💕

@cursedhaglette who let me use Halia (goldengalhal)

@tragedybunny who let me use Sera (SeraQueen)

@micropoe10 who let me use Colette (EcoGirl)

@just-a-refrigerator who let me use Elora (slutty_songstress)

And @bhaalbaaby who let me use Penelope

Thanks guys, I love love love you all 💕

Zesstra flops onto her bed with her laptop and a giant glass of wine in her hand. Another shitty day at work, but what's new? Being a dancer at the Fae Cabaret wasn't the ideal thing, but fuck, if the money wasn't worth getting her ass slapped for 10$ extra dollars in her tip pile.

Today though, was the last straw. The creepy rich dude who comes by every once in a while came by tonight, and did his same bullshit. She could practically recite his opening line “Hey gorgeous, why the sour face?” followed by a stupid smarmy laugh.

Zesstra smiled, put on the fake giggle, and slapped his shoulder. Next, he buys her the cheapest mixed drink, and of course, he gets himself an expensive glass of whiskey he never finishes.

She tries her hardest not to roll her eyes after he makes some degrading comment about her coworker, grimacing while he rants about some meeting with important people she doesn't give two fucks about.

Whatever, that's all in the past now. Tonight was about Zesstra, of course. It's her blessed time off and she was going to spend it the only way she could truly enjoy it.

Zesstra turned on her computer and went through her socials. The public one for family and close friends, some messages from the girls at work, nothing too exciting.

Then she flips to the slutty socials, the ones where she can post pictures from work. She answers some messages on her pay per post site, adds more lewd photos from her various shopping sprees, and scrolls for a few minutes. Messages pour in offering her the world for a few seconds of her attention, but there's really only one place she wishes to be.

Zesstra thinks back on the one bright spot in her nights. A regular she only knows as “The Lawyer”. He's a good looking elf, perfect silver hair, gorgeous face, dazzling red eyes that lock onto her as she walks the floor of the club.

He usually doesn't say much, but when he does Zesstra swears she’s heard that silky voice somewhere before. She put that thought to the back of her mind. Tonight was about seeking her own pleasure.

Clicking through the streaming sites she visits on nights when the images of him won't leave, she finds that her favorite creator, an asmr streamer called ProfaneDelight, just began his stream. Zesstra clicks on his name and pops her headphones on. She drinks more of the wine, and closes her eyes as his voice begins to fill her ears.

“Good evening, darlings.” She watches as he enters the frame of the video, his tight red shirt and black pants hug his body. The camera is at the most unfortunate angle, since it won't allow her to see his whole face which she assumes matches the delicious sound of his voice.

“Have you been waiting all day for me?” He huffs softly, a small laugh follows, “What a good audience you are…” His breathy tone sends shivers down her spine.

Zesstra kept her eyes on the screen as his hands come up to the desk he stands behind. She notices the black leather gloves with red piping along the edges that cover his hands.

“You know I can't stand to be away from you.”, his voice drips, seductively. “I bet you think of me while you do the most boring things.”

Zesstra can't help keeping her eyes locked on his hands, she tries not to, but her mind starts to imagine The Lawyer’s hands there instead.

“Do you get excited when you see time passing by as I get closer to coming back to you?”

His right hand comes up to the top of his shirt, slowly undoing a couple of buttons. A breathy sigh followed his hand as it lowered itself down his torso. Zesstra bites her lip in anticipation, taking another slow sip from her wine.

Her eyes follow his hand as it comes to a stop at the waistline of his pants. The heat rises to her cheeks when she sees the outline of his cock as the gloved hand cups it.

A strained groan escapes his lips, she can already feel the effects of his seduction working on her body. Her cheeks are heating up just by watching these slow teases.

Zesstra swallows more wine, watching as he opens his shirt more. The pale skin of his core seemed to shine in what appears to be candlelight. The soft yellows of the light bathe his body, the shadows cast highlight the muscles that are slowly exposed.

“Ah ah aaahh” he teases, “if you want more…you know what to do, darlings.”

Zesstra smirks mischievously, the money she earned tonight would be put to great use right now. She types a quick message and before she could type it she hears the ping of a donation from someone called goldengalhal.

goldengalhal sent 20$ “Starting off right, love. There's more where that came from 😘”

Zesstra rolls her eyes and sends her 25$ donation, 5 more than whomever that is. Back on the screen she sees her name and message pop up.

TestyZesty sent 25$ “couldn't wait to come home, looks like I got here just in time…”

He laughs and begins to slide one of the gloves off near the microphone. The soft scratching sound of the fabric rubbing against his pale hand sent more shivers through Zesstra’s skin.

As the glove comes completely off his hand, he taps on the mic, Zesstra sighs contentedly and licks the wine off her lip. She notices his fingers, and does a double take. They look familiar? She pours the last bit of this bottle into her glass and leans back to watch more before jumping to conclusions.

“Looks like we have someone who came by at the right time…little TestyZesty…my dear, what are you so testy about? Anything I can help with?” His lips curl into a little smirk, “I hear I give wonderful stress relief…”

Zesstra shoots up on her bed, her wine swivels in the glass and almost spills due to her abrupt reaction. “No fuckin’ way.” her jaw drops and she begins to type her response. Suddenly, another donation pings, this time from a SeraQueen.

SeraQueen sent 50$ “I had a bad day at work, can I get a little love too 🥺”

“Of course, dear. Hope your day can improve now that you're here, my Queen.” he responds with all the sweet words they all love.

Zesstra scoffs, “Biiiiitttttch, please.” she giggles and sends her message. As soon as it pops up on screen, she hears his melodic voice begin to read it.

“Work, irl shit. Life sucks, then you die. You make it better though.” she sees a small smirk on his lips, Gods, she would kill to suck on those lips. “Oh, don't be so nice to me, Zesty…you make me want to be nice back..” He draws out the last bit of that sentence, making the hairs on her arms stand on end.

The second hand comes up and begins the same languid dance of slipping the matching glove off. Bit by bit he takes the glove off each finger, a soft moan flows out of those pretty pink lips when he finally releases his hand from the offending accessory.

He strokes the microphone with his fingers as more soft, breathy moans leave his lips. “You're all so eager to get me exposed aren't you? All these adorable messages just for me?”

“You have no idea…” Zesstra grabs the second bottle of wine that sat on her nightstand, she unscrews the top and drinks straight from the bottle. More images of her Lawyer pop into her head, but her mind decides to think of the way he ran his hands all over her when she took him into the private rooms at the back of the club a couple of nights ago.

No matter how many times she's been told not to let people touch her, she can't help letting him do it every time they're alone. He was paying for the whole experience, of course, but sometimes she wonders what they would get away with if she were the one paying him.

She snaps out of it the moment she hears another donation ping from an EcoGirl.

EcoGirl sent 150$ “do you like to garden? Because I have a hedge that needs tending 😏”

“Oh no, little love. I can't mess up these immaculate hands…then how would I be able to make these streams?” He giggles a bit and stands to remove his belt. It's like a little game of back and forth comments and donations from different people.

Among the many she notices a comment from a slutty_songstress “how do I get you to sing for me? bet you make wonderful sounds 👀”. He apparently noticed that one as well, he reads it out and huffs into the microphone.

“I don't usually do private performances…most of the time I’m the one getting the dance done for me…” A skewed smirk grows on his face, as if he's trying to play coy.

Zesstra’s mind begins to fire off with unhinged horny thoughts. She would do anything to give this man a dance he would never forget. People do love her aloof drow attitude, who’s to say he wouldn't?

Before she could stop herself, she drops another donation.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “what kind of dancing? Are you going to the ballet or stopping by the Cabaret? maybe I'll see you there? 😘”

Another cheeky comment, sure to get his attention. He laughs again, and bites his lip. “Well, I do enjoy both, but I do hold a special place in my heart for the girls at the Fae…have a few in mind actually.”

Within seconds the chat is flooded with questions on who the girls could be. Zesstra sees a few of her coworker’s names flash up on the screen, most notably, Penelope, the pink tiefling with a huge fan base, and Nym the other drow girl who worked part time at the strip club.

Some even mentioned Nym’s brother Sorm, but he had given up the cabaret after finding himself a job as a model after one of his regulars hit it big during Faerun Fashion Week.

Penelope and Nym are Zesstra’s friends and friendly competition. Most nights where the three of them work, they'll place bets on which one of them will get hit on first (Penelope), which one will get a four figure tip (Nym), and who can get the client the most drunk within 30 minutes (Zesstra).

She giggles as the comments keep flying, eventually, one commenter names her!

“Have you seen Zesstra?? She's kind of a bitch but total dommy mommy energy 🥵”

Zesstra cackles like a banshee, “That's right, babes, fear me!” She takes a long drink from the bottle, amused that someone out there thought of her.

Back on stream, the delightful treat in front of her sucks his lip and releases it with a pop, “Darlings, I will never kiss and tell, but I do know one of my little friends is here right now.”

Zesstra sputters into her wine glass, she cannot believe what she just heard! Is he trying to imply that he's a possible client of the Fae??? There's no way, he's probably talking about the ballet that her cousin Octavia is a part of. But then again, how many of those girls sit in their room after a performance and flick their bean to this shit?

She chuckles the thought out of her head, and focuses her attention on the screen. She starts to type a message when a donation pops up.

goldengalhal sent 200$ “I do ballet, maybe you’ve seen one of our performances? I'm the prima ballerina at the Gate’s Performance Hall.”

“Good for you, goldengal. I do appreciate the arts, and I do love dressing up for the occasion, but….there's just something about the girls at the Fae that gets me going…”

Zesstra’s brain short-circuits. “OH MY FUCKING GODS.” Could he be one of her regulars????

Another donation. EcoGirl sent 50$ “CAN WE GET BACK TO THE MATTERS AT HAND?? our boyfriend is still wearing a shirt. 👀”

Zesstra laughs and sends her donation, TestyZesty sent 69$ “i agree with EcoGirl, can we get back to these pressing matters? In particular, the rest of those buttons 😏” An amused chuckle comes out of his lips, he stands and Zesstra could see him lean in closer to the microphone.

His hand slides down his chest, following along the line of buttons at the front of his shirt. The almost hushed sounds flowed from his lips. A strained groan here and a breathy moan there. Zesstra’s skin prickles under his teases.

His hands linger on the buttons that hold his shirt closed, one by one he begins to slide his fingers over the closures, his pale skin becoming more visible by the second. More soft whines and moans fill Zesstra’s ears, the vibrations pooling down in her core.

He leans over and speaks directly into the camera “I hope you all are pleased with yourselves, I don't usually let you all have this much power over me, but I figured with it being Lover’s Night, I would give my little pets a treat.”

He blows a kiss to the camera and begins running his hand down his neck, slowly trailing his hand down his now exposed chest. A low groan, almost a growly noise flutters out of his throat as he pulls the rest of his shirt open. The red silky looking fabric hung off his shoulders as his hand lingered on his waistband.

“Shall I keep going, lovelies? What do you think?”

The messages fly on the left hand side of Zesstra’s laptop screen. One after the other they compete for his attention until another high donation drops.

Slutty_songstress sent 200$ “off with the shirt, please (respectfully)”

“Well, my songstress, since you asked so politely…” The last word is drawn out, he lets his shirt drop from his shoulders, his hand throws it off and palms his cock again. He sucks his lip into his mouth, Zesstra could see what looked like a fang pop out the right side.

More breathy moans fill her ears as she begins to remember earlier in her night, when her bright spot waltzed into the club. She watched as the Lawyer walked up to the bar, he leaned on the counter and began to text furiously. Zesstra didn't usually feel so flustered because of a client, but the way he looked at her was not usual of the other patrons.

When she walked up to him he looked straight at her eyes and smiled. “Hello, beautiful.” She smiles back and leans over the bar, letting her shoulders drop, pressing her upper arms together to puff out her chest. The little game of playing it cool failed under his gaze.

They talk for a while before she hears her name being called, at the same time he checks his watch and notices the time. “I’m late to a very important meeting. Looks like we have to part ways, gorgeous. Maybe next time, we can have some time together? Perhaps away from these prying eyes?”

Zesstra could never properly hear him, no thanks to the loud ass music Alfira played behind the DJ booth, but she was pretty good at reading lips by now.

He slips her a note and winks as she bends down seductively to shove the little scrap of paper inside her platform boot. The moment ruined by Nym, who comes to pull her up on stage. Soon after she finishes her set, she pulls the little note out and reads it.

Zesstra’s jaw drops and sees that it's a business card for one of the most elite law firms in Faerun. It was a plain white card with his name, Astarion, and number written on it. On the back there was a note that read “I helped you once before, don't hesitate to ask again.”

She had given him her landlord’s number when they were trying to pull some shady shit and not fix her leaky shower. One call from “her lawyer” and it was done.

Seems like this was her chance, and given the amount of alcohol she's drunk so far, Zesstra decides to text the number.

“Hey, Astarion. It's Zesstra. Pretty bold of you to give me a business card.” She hits send and throws her phone on the nightstand. She'll check it later, he was probably busy at that meeting he mentioned.

Back in her room, she snaps back to reality yet again when she hears the sound of hundreds of messages scrolling past. Apparently in the time that she was in her daydream, her streamer had already undone his pants! She scoffs and types out a message.

TestyZesty sent 123$ “Holy shit, I looked away for five seconds and you sluts got his pants open??”

Zesstra hears the sultry voice reading her message out loud with a little wince at the end, “I guess if you were paying attention, you wouldn't be surprised.”

Her throat feels dry, she clenches and swallows. “You're all so sweet, letting me ramble like this…I wish I could see your face when you let me do whatever I want to you.”

Zesstra was already extremely turned on from seeing her crush earlier and the way she could feel his eyes studying her reactions.

“Touch yourself. I know you want to.”

As if she was being compelled to, her hand begins to trail down her center, slipping into her tiny shorts. She feels her wetness coating her fingers, her body opening up under his commands.

“Be good for me, I could be really good for you…” he slips his pants down, and she hears them hit the ground. His hand moves up to his waist, pulling at the fabric of his skin tight boxers, his cock very clearly hardened by this point.

“Oh fuck…” she slips her shorts completely off, spreading her legs on both sides of the laptop sitting on her bed. Her left hand goes back to work herself open while the right is tugging her bra up to play with her nipple.

“Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want, darlings.”

Another flood of donations and messages ring out, Zesstra wishes they would all just shut up and enjoy the show, but it's all part of the game.

EcoGirl sent 100$ “pleeease, I need to see this man cuuuuummmmmmm 🥵”

“As you wish, dear. Any particular way? Or is it the dealer's choice?” his voice drops as a sharp exhale escapes with a pout, his muscles tense and release as he runs his hand over his cock.

“Tell me how you want me to.” a sigh, and a moan, “I really wanna come for you all, you've been so good to me tonight..”

Two donations come in at the same time, each opposes the other.

SeraQueen sent 350$ “love the teasing, keep going, we love anything you give us”

goldengalhal sent 420$ “fuck your hand. Let us see your cock leak.”

“Ooh, the war begins…So direct, goldengal, and sooo generous…thank you, love. I do like what SeraQueen adds though, maybe I can give both of my generous beauties a compromise?’

He runs his left hand down the front of his boxers more, his breath hitches and stutters. His fingers teasing the length of his cock. He pulls the camera and the microphone down a bit and flops into the chair behind him.

TestyZesty sent 422$ “you look comfy, just how I imagined when I think of riding you when I touch myself.”

Zesstra had to take her hand off her tit to type that, but she could tell it had an effect on him. As a stripper, she could pretty much tell when any of the patrons got too excited by the dance. This guy clearly loved the attention he got doing these streams in more ways than one.

He begins to pull his boxers down, teasing them all with how slowly he was inching the fabric off. As soon as his cock is freed, it bounces back, bobbing with a twitch. “Is this what you think about, Zesty?”

TestyZesty sent 100$ “ fuck yes. I want to milk you, you drive me crazy.”

A pleased hum that turns into a moan follows as he runs his hands up his thighs, digging his nails into his skin. Zesstra can see the red scratch marks grow bright against his pale skin. Gods, she would love to bite down and see how pretty he would look bruised with little love bites all over.

He wraps one hand around his cock, the other continues to work his way up his toned chest, tweaking a nipple as he begins to lazily stroke his cock.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “get yourself nice and hard, I wanna have a good image of you underneath me.”

“Let me give you a better image then, darling Zesty…”

Zesstra is rewarded with a louder moan, he strokes himself a little more, grabbing a bottle off camera with his other hand. He flips the top and drizzles what looks like lube all over his cock.

EcoGirl sent 50$ “yesyesyesyes get it nice and slick, daddy. I would suck you all day if you let me.”

SeraQueen sent 240$ “you have the prettiest cock, so thick too”

“Oh EcoGirl, you like it when daddy fucks his hand? Would you like it to be your cunt instead? Maybe you and Sera can share?”

Zesstra clenches around nothing, she can't take it anymore and reaches down to fully indulge in herself. She begins to circle her clit, stroking slowly, trying to imitate the movements of his hand on screen.

His hand now coated in a combination of lube and precum slides up and down his hardened length, the muscles on his thighs flex and he lets out more breathy moans. “Let's see who can get me to come all over their beautiful tits, I do love it when they're covered with my come, bouncing in my face.”

Zesstra strokes down her pussy, her slick entrance is so desperate to be filled by him, to be the only one bringing him pleasure. She lets herself wander to the place in her mind where Astarion is the one making her mewl underneath him.

goldengalhal sent 300$ “faster, I love it when you can tell how desperate you are to come.”

He huffs and does as he's told, his hands find their places on his cock and on his balls, both working in tandem to ruin him for the audience. With one hand he strokes himself more, building up speed. His other cups his balls as his fingers spread, moving down towards his frenulum. He arches his back, thrusting into his hand more desperately.

Zesstra wants him to cry out for her like this, she wants to be the one to make him feel as good as he does for her, all she can bare to think of is his cock sliding inside her, splitting her open and taking what he wanted.

Waves of pleasure crash into Zesstra as she watches him stroking his cock faster, she can see how everyone's words affect him. The way his chest stutters as he's getting closer to his own high. His hips thrust up into his soaked hand, seeking release, his breaths growing more ragged and strained.

Zesstra's fingering herself in time with his thrusts, she lets the images of Astarion flood back into her head, his hands all over her as she grinds herself onto him during her dances. She rubs the heel of her palm into her clit faster as she feels herself getting closer, the moans and breaths in her ears pushing her closer to the edge.

“That's right, come for me…let me fill you with my come, get you nice and full for me. Have my seed drip down your legs as you go about your day…” a stutter followed by a strained groan “fuck yourself faster, I want to feel you come for me.”

Zesstra feels herself winding up more, the tension ready to snap at any moment, when she hears his moans grow louder and more primal. He's desperate to come and she would do anything to get that to happen. She keeps her eyes locked into his hands.

With her free hand she sends the last donation she thinks she can type before the lust fully takes her.

TestyZesty sent 69$ “come for me, gorgeous. Let me see you come and coat your beautiful skin.”

“Yes darling… gods, I'm so close… are you gonna come too, Zesty? Come with me, sweet girl.”

As if on command, Zesstra can feel herself crossing over the precipice, her body writhes and clenches as her cunt squeezes down on her fingers. She rides her orgasm out as she hears him panting and whining.

“Yes yes fuck you're so tight and wet, I can't take it anymore, fuuuuck…” he twists his hand on the rise of his hand, giving the head a bit of a squeeze. He thrusts into his hand with little shallow movements, his fingers from his other hand grip on his balls as he fucks his hand.

His body is clenching, tensing up more and more as he pushes himself over the edge, his cock twitches as he comes. The thick liquid coats his hand as it drips down. His body shudders as he keeps fucking his hand through his climax.

His moans stutter and his hips tremble. His waist and stomach are coated with his come, an obscene display for such a composed subject.

“Looks like I gotta clean up here, darlings.” he pants with a small laugh, his breath shallow and chest heaving. “For my little messenger, I hope you liked it. Expect a response from me soon, pet. Good night, loves.”

The stream ends, Zesstra thinks that little sign off was strange, but everyone has their thing. As she's coming down from one of the best orgasms she's had, she hears her phone ring and notices that Astarion has actually texted back! His meeting must've just ended, perfect timing.

When she opens the message, she nearly dropped her phone from the whiplash from throwing her head back. As plain as her own red eyes could see, was a short text. “You were pretty bold tonight, yourself, testyzesty…” Zesstra gasps, her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. “OH MY FUCKING GODS?!?!”

She immediately feels her hands trembling wildly. All she could think about was him, and it turns out that it was. Zesstra’s brain immediately blanks out when her phone rings again. “Did you mean what you said? Do you really want me like that?”

She quickly types a response and sent it back “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Come now, dear. Don't play coy.” his response reads, “Pretty easy to figure out it was you, not many girls mention seeing me at the Cabaret. Thought you were trying to drop a hint? Figured you recognized my voice from earlier?

Zesstra didn't even think about it, the club is so fucking loud, her mind races at the fact that now she knows that he definitely got off to her watching him. “Did you always know?”

“No.” he replies.

“So then…you meant to give me your phone number tonight?”

“Yes. Let's just say, you intrigued me. Besides, you're not the only one who has a public and private life. I was hoping to let you in on my little secret eventually, but it seems life had other plans for us.”

Zesstra cannot believe what's going on right now, her mind is racing through the hundreds of times he's come through the club. The sudden departures and strange late night meetings, it all makes sense now. There were never any meetings…well, not with other lawyers at least.

“So….what happens now? I know who you are, you know who I am…do we keep going down this path or do we split ways?”

“I think you're a rather curious little kitten, why don't we see how far down the rabbit hole we can go? I'll send you my address. Let me know what you decide on.”

Zesstra bolts out of bed, she puts on the skimpy dress that hangs on the bathroom door. She slips it on and gathers some things before running to the door. As she makes her way down the stairwell of her building, she gets his address. She bites her lip and replies “I’m on my way, see you soon.”

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion smut #everyone is out of character #it is what it is #happy valentine's day

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purrpletiger · 8 months

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FRESH DRAWING GUIDE:

Hello everybody, I've come to give you all this absurd reference guide for drawing Fresh. yep. I decided to spend hours slapping this together.

If I got anything wrong or should add anything PLEEEASE lemme know! All ideas welcome!

If you want to see my "research" on this character, let me know in the replies, because there's so much to talk about with him and I'd love to do a character analysis or two, I couldn't put much about his personality or source posts in this because it's just a drawing guide!

Link to all the full images

Transcript and close-ups of the text on the image: (May be in a strange order)

Fresh was created by @loverofpiggies (CQ)

Main Outfit:

YOLO sunglasses

Backwards propeller cap

Pink Polo shirt

Crayola Jacket

Gold Tooth

SWAG fannypack

Convertible Zip-off pants

White Heelie shoes

Pink socks

He has thick eyebrows to emote! (The eyebrows are usually depicted with black hair but one human design has eyebrows that match the pink hair color!)

The bag says SWAG on it

His glasses say YOLO by default, but the letters can magically change mid-scene...

this design for Fresh is Tall, we dunno how tall but taller than CQ's Sans characters (or just Geno since he's literally sans undertale with some added steps). But his height is just his host's height sooo it can vary.

those (cyan and yellow) shoe details are on the innerside but not outerside

HE HAS HEELIES!

Pink glove cuffs!

his skateboard is inconsistent dont worry about it

Glasses Off:

The host's soul shows up in their left eyesocket

- The soul tends to look unstable (cracks & a sortve stroboscopic effect.. i couldn't think of a better word.) but not in some cases...

It doesn't have to be a white upside-down heart, that's just a reference to an undertale monster soul.

He has a purple substance full of little RADs that emanate from his eyesockets (when his sunglasses are off)

"The soul in Fresh's eyes CAN be cracked. That soul isn't his. it belongs to his host. And.... after a while.... things go bad for the host, and he needs a new one." -CQ

(example of soul with unstable effect with no cracks) (example of soul with cracks but lacking the effect)

The purple aura(?) can glow and emanate from the eyes when his glasses are on too

i miss this one design specifically. the colors and the SK8 OR B SK8 shirt were peak

I miss the SWAG necklace...

Fresh leaves a rainbow cloud of smoke when he "poofs". Either teleporting him and his host body somewhere or leaving his host behind.

Human Designs:

Fresh can possess humans too.

They all look physically different because they're different people that he's possessing.

Fresh can possess pretty much any body, but I thought I'd show the varied examples of humans anyway

Don't forget the orange jacket flaps! or his hat propeller!

I dunno what's up with the multicolor tongue thing. I think it was extra parasites in the host's mouth? I feel like it was scrapped at some point... but I could be wrong

FURBIES!:

Oh yeah, he also does this: (no image for the bat tho)

"I mean when he fights he pulls Furbies out of his magical fanny pack. takes out a wiffle bat. and hits the furby at his enemies.

And then the furby explodes in a blaze of glory." -CQ

Despite using some furbies as explosives, he seems to 'care' about and treat these two like precious babies:

This one is potentially named McFreshby The Fresh Furbrah (Fresh is mentioned to have one named that, and this is the only other furby he's been depicted with)

It can also do THIS: (roll its eyes back into a spookier look)

This is DJ FurBs. that's all i know about him

The REAL Parasite:

Fresh is actually this little parasite controlling a host body. (if you didn't know that why are you reading this post rn!?! but nah I love new Fresh fans, welcome!)

The main parasite is this purple one with the eyemouth and four(?) tendrils, the other colored tentacles are prrrobably Fresh's offspring (freshmageddon moment?) (I'm not actually sure, I'm just pretty sure they're not part of the main parasite but are parasite tentacles)

You can also see Fresh's five or more purple tendrils here stretching out all over his host's body

All art from CrayonQueen/@loverofpiggies

Reference guide made by PurrpleParrasite/@purrpletiger

pls suggest changes or additions if u have ideas!

That's all!

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megumimania · 8 months

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AOT LONDON BOY HCS PT 2

featuring: reiner, onyankopon, armin

a/n: this is part two of these hcs, part one is here! thanks for tuning in its kinda rushed my bad 😪, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

ARMIN

-armin would be from islington or finchley maybe even south, but I don’t see him living in like bougie areas such as kensington or chelsea or like richmond

- him and eren went to the same primary and secondary together

-armin was literally his get out of jail free card because of his stellar reputation in academics

-he always gets free stuff from the corner shop or the chicken and chip shop

-doesn’t own a car, he either bikes or takes the tube because he cares about the environment and doesn’t want to add onto the extra pollution in london

-his dress sense is very casual like a t shirt, a pair of loose fitted trousers and some trainers but when he cant be bothered he’ll wear a tech fleece

-he has a very good sense of direction, like he knows the fastest routes for anything, like when eren and connie dragged him to carni (if you went this year im saur jealous 😩 but anyways) and it was time to get home armin found a quicker route that got them back pretty fast

-knows all the best secret spots in london for anything! which makes hanging out with him more fun because you experience a new part of london when you’re together

-he isnt a fan of eren’s scamming ways but when eren asks for help he always answers as long as he’s not a part of it

-london men i feel like are terrible with their feelings but armin is the exception, he would be very open with you about his feelings and such

-reads so much, you’ll catch him at hyde park or greenwich park reading till the sun sets

-he smokes cigarettes but he’s trying to cut it out for you

-his playlist would be very diverse since he’s been brought up in a multicultural area, like it would go from bashment, to rnb, drill to pop

-unlike his unserious counterparts *cough cough* eren and connie, he’s very loyal!

ONYANKOPON

-my ghanaian king, shoutout to my ghanaians!!

-he speaks twi so well that people forget he was brought up in the uk

-he would be from peckham or lewisham for suree, he’s deffo been dragged around by his mum round rye lane market on a saturday morning carrying that trolley with him

-he goes to a pentecostal church, he’s always leading youth service and helping out at church events.

-the aunties love him for this because he’s the perfect son that they don’t have and they just love him in general

-ony can cook and im being for real, so you guys never eat out unless ony wants to show you to a new niche restaurant somewhere

-he has snap but doesn’t have a bitmoji because he thinks it’s immature 😕 but eventually he caves and makes one because you ask him too

-hes always promoting his boys stuff whether that be music,

-he deffo went to an all boys secondary and then he went to a mixed sixth form after, he gives me those vibes

-he used to go to the library to link girls after school 😭 he had a big playboy phase but hes calmed down

-he used to be one of those people at stratford westfield trying to sell you magazines before you enter

-hes not stingy with his money, hes always spoiling the people he loves

-he has a bunch of caps and grills that he likes to rotate out weekly, he has great style

-he works in corporate london so its rare that you dont see him outside of a suit and tie but he always makes time for you

-ony is always holding your bag for dear life when you go to bait areas like oxford street or westfields or like the tourist spots because people be getting their shit stolen loool

-he loves late night tesco trips anything that he can do at night i.e late night walks, drives etc

-bossman is always giving him discounts on stuff because ony is loyal customer.

REINER

-look at that man and tell me he wouldnt be from essex tell me!! like thats pure dagenham material right there

-if you search up a typical person from essex, he would come up

-he probably owns those skintight chinos with those ugly polos with the church shoes

-he tries to downplay his accent a bit since sometimes its hard to understand him but when hes upset his accent comes through in full force

-always at spoons or at the club till early hours

-reiner gives me bricklayer vibes so thats what im gonna roll with

-when he comes home from work in summer hes like hot and sweaty but it makes his biceps glow so its kinda sexy idk

-has a bunch of tattoos, most of them are birthdays of family members and a picture of his grandma who passed away

-has a british bulldog called belle, the dog is fucking scary but reiner thinks the world of her and thinks she can do no wrong

-listens to mainly dnb, garage, techno

-downs pints at the pub like it’s nothing, he has a high alcohol tolerance

-proper geezer that’s all i have to say tbh!

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vinnoa-articles · 9 months

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Oral Cigarettes

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Habit Substitute Drabble Series! This will be 4 out of the 8 drabbles I will be writing, because, why not? Some characters like certain things on a daily. But what if you were there?

Here are the links for the others.

[Luffy] [Zoro] [Usopp] [Sanji] [Law] [Smoker] [Crocodile]

Rating: +18, you have been warned. If you are a minor, leave now.

Word count: 1,640

Type: Smut

Characters: Sanji, reader (Female)

Trigger warnings/content: Sexual implications at the end, smoking, swearing

“And~” Blond locks flowing behind as he twirled on the toes of his polished shoes, tight ripped skinny jeans that hugged his thighs, a loosened black dress shirt to boot, as his delicate fingertips carried a tray full of sweets. His tantalizing smile, with his ocean blue eyes curving to signify his satisfaction to serve. “For you mademoiselle~” effortlessly spinning the contents in front of the one and only girl, the finale of his little dance to impress the last lady on board. At least, in Sanji’s mind, it was all according to plan for him by letting her sit in the dining area as he knew she could smell the fragrant sweets almost from afar. This was his chance, the only chance now that she was away from the playful idiots on the ship, especially the green haired freak of a man that lacked manners, she was finally alone, soaking in her sight. Her crossed legs angled to show the plush of her thighs almost showing how restricting the hem of the shorts were on her, the loose tank top with a hood pinched between the back of the seat and her back.

“Ah, thank you Sanji!” Voice sticking like honey to him, as he thought he could collect her sweet words and make a dish in itself. Bowing as he leaned against the counter, not even being a few feet, heck maybe arms distance from her in case the waves didn’t behave themselves and jerked the treasured dessert to the ground. The slight parting of her lips, shining from her licking them, gave them a glossy look as her mouth wrapped around the fork that held a piece of berry mousse on top of cheesecake. It was sinful to even think of such things of what that mouth could do to him, those siren lips that could lure him to his death with the sheer amount of nosebleeds he had when just hearing what words fall from her lips. “Mhm~” her moan even made him swallow as the tent in his pants became evident, as he crossed his legs to hide the creeping excitement. “Delicious! As always!” There was no way he could endure watching this little innocent show, pulling a box of his cigarettes from his back pocket, lighting it with his lighter to inhale a long drag from it. Finally, a break.

“Of course!” Trying to look at her, but he could only look somewhere around her to not add anymore strain to his excitement in his pants. “Anything for you my love~” Her chuckles were music to his ears, just like when he whisked the mousse in a bowl, it was smooth, velvety and just addicting. A long exhale of smoky yet spice smoke hugged his body, but his cologne that she had mentioned that she loved mixed in with the scent. It was a smell he knew all too well by now, and his nose was trying to pinpoint this other smell he could inhale in.

“Want some Sanji? I’ll feed it to you!” Nearly choking on his cigarette, he knew that it would only lead to blood loss, being so close to her could only result in a bashful and embarrassing explanation as to why he had something in his pants even though he was done cooking.

“No no, it’s alright my dear. For I merely made this specifically for you,” his voice trying to stay strong, as his heart started to beat faster and faster, loosening the tie around his neck and unbuttoning another button to at least get some airflow to hit more of his skin. There was something about her figure as she ate, every twitch, every quiver, every sound she made, it showed her emotions when she ate that made him value every moment of cooking. Whether it be preparing or serving, the end result of appreciation was worth it.

“Suit yourself. It's very delicious!” He took another mind calming smoke, his mind trying to cloud up his thoughts with every inhale of his cig he could get. There was something that caught his eye, there was some mousse on her nose, just the tip of her nose.

“Um…there is some on your nose,” this dangerous restraint of a game he played as he grabbed a napkin. Leaning so close to her skin, he could feel the heat radiating off her neck and cheek.

“Hm?” Her eyes were so bright and full of life as he paused a little making eye contact.

F u c k

Wiping the mousse, he pulled the napkin back gritting his teeth as he smiled as softly as possible, not trying to look down at the apex of her thighs. “I got it my love, no worries,” throwing the napkin behind him on the counter as he tried to calm his nerves again. She smelled so good, the shampoo mixed with the sweets she just ate almost made him want to devour her right then and there. The shine of her hair, just about to tickle the hoodie, as she pulled it out between the chair and her back, so it could cover the top of the back of the chair.

“Oh well, thanks Sanji!” She got up, the plate in her hands as she walked right in front of him, leaning to put the dish in the sink adjacent to his body, the brush of her body as her legs bumped into his, the cig almost falling from his lips when she stood right in front of him. A pout forming on those lips. “You know, they say the more you smoke, the less you are able to taste and smell things.”

“Ah…well you are right,” Sanji could only nod, putting the dead cigarette into the ashtray as he grabbed another one. Thank goodness she wasn’t looking anywhere lower, otherwise he would have been found out. “But, it's to just ease my mind and to calm me down after a long day.”

“But…” Her face was close enough, and distracting that the only thing that made him try to avoid her gaze was the light gray smoke that trailed off the end of his new lit cigarette. That was, until he felt it slip away from his lips.

“H-hey!” She grasped it between her fingers, placing it between her own lips. She looked so divine, the duality of a cute elegant lady, to more of a rebellious one as she pulled up her hood to the crown of her head.

“Hm…” The soft humming of her voice as she thought, it was soft and comforting. His reflex was to gently grab her wrist, as he was about to speak, the words couldn’t leave his throat. “This isn’t as bad as the other brands I have smelled. It’s so…musky and smells like burnt oak.” The smoke encircled the two of them, dissipating the scent of the cheesecake she consumed. “I think I know something better though.” Sanji couldn’t help but be curious, his brow raised under his freshly cut hair. She moved her hands as if she was doing a magic trick, her fingers pinching the cig as her lips captured his.

“Ah-” His body leaned back, shocked as he could taste both the taste of familiarity and sweetness. The hint of mint and berries mixed in, she must have brushed her teeth before she ate. Her face pulled away, giggling, placing the bud back to his lips.

“Well? Better than that smoky taste?” That’s when it fell to the floor, his hands gently tugging at the sides of her tank top near her waist. More, is what he wanted to say but that’s all he could think. “Use your words honey,” as her body leaned in, he could feel her rubbing against his excitement, groaning both in pleasure and shock with her sudden actions. “I can feel what you want, but I need to hear you use your words.”

“I need…to taste more, to see if it would be fitting for my tastes,” Sanji could feel his face turn red, bashful with such a gorgeous woman in front of him, teasing him, affirming his needs. Her lips gently molded to his lips, dancing, as she put her hand behind his neck to direct his head to face hers. Feeling her body rub up against him, his guttural groans that he couldn’t suppress as he wanted to hide his face, but with how he was looking at her, he could see everything.

“Oh Sanji, you are beautiful,” shit, I can’t. His thoughts muddled with lust and need, as he wrapped his arms around her figure, his head in her neck, taking in her scent, breathing heavily.

“I can’t let you see me like this, you might think I am weak my love,” trying to hide his expression, feeling her fingers gently stroke his hair. Her voice is so soft, heavenly and cushioned.

“You do so much for me, let alone the crew. I’ve thought of this a lot more than you think, but now that we are alone,” he could face her now. Though a strong man on the field, his heart was in her hands, melting away seeing his vulnerable and shy side that he tried so hard to suppress. Rose tinted nose and cheeks, almost wanting to beg her to kiss him again, to let him kneel before her to pick her up and bring her elsewhere for a private getaway.

“Then please kiss me my love, I need you.” There her face was again, her chin rubbing against his trimmed goatee, trying not to falter with such a simple touch. He could hear her breathing, feel her heartbeat, and those honey coated words that sealed the deal.

“Then I’ll be your new cigarette, take me in as much as you need.”

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peaceloveandf1 · 1 year

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Soft Launch pt.3

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summary: A month into the f1 winter break, y/n and Lance have been spending quality time in the US. Y/n is making her long awaited return to music after her divorce and she’s picked two songs to announce that it’s final.

pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader

Face claim: Taylor Swift

warnings: smut, oral seggs (f! receiving)

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yourusername we were something don’t you think so? Proud to announce my two new singles “The 1” and “Clean” are out now.

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yourbestfriend: so proud of how far you’ve come

yn1fan: HOLY HOLY SHIT IM READY

chloestroll: so excited for you 💗

enews: are you trying to tell us something bestie??

formulwon: Chloe commented and Lance liked🤨

^ WagsF1: okay and? They run in the same circle.

^formulwon: idk they both were posting at the same times……

peavceandlove: so sorry to hear about the divorce…I loved y’all 😔

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enews It’s over. y/n l/n has confirmed in two new songs that her and nhl player Matt Boldy have not just separated but they have finalized their divorce. click the link in bio to read more

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HughesLuvr: wow. Actually heartbroken. I hope the baby is okay

ynandMatt1: mom and dad divorced😔

boldysgirlie: I bet she cheated… she’s been with a f1 driver

ynfan: I hope she’s doing so much better now

yns.style: albums boutta be fire

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“Congratulations baby!” Lance said pecking me on the cheek at midnight. Bringing two pieces of cake out of the fridge as we lounged on the couch. “It’s only a matter of time until the tabloids put shit out though” I groaned laying my head against the arm rest. “That’s why you and Matt have already talked about it. He knows this is your job. You write songs. Fucking good ones I would like to add, but no way people think you’d release an album with songs about him without talking first.” He added pulling me up by my hands.

“Lance. I don’t know if you know but I love you” I smiled as he pulled me into a hug. “I think you may have said it once or twice” he laughed, “I love you too. I’m proud of you” he said, pulling me in for a kiss. Smirking, he whispered in my ear,“I think we should celebrate”, before pull me into a heated kiss the cake left forgotten on the coffee table.

“Babe I’m so fucking proud of you” Lance sighed, breaking the kiss and playing with the hem of my or his shirt. Hands grasping my waist, a sigh of relief escaping my mouth as Lance’s warm breath grazed my neck.

“Can we take this somewhere else?” I whispered as his lips connected to my neck, sucking softly.

“Thought you’d never ask. Jump” He said, pulling away from my neck and pulling me up, one hand in my hair, the other under my ass.

Reconnecting the kiss, Lance guided you two toward the bedroom. This wasn’t any regular kiss. It was different. Lance’s kisses ignited a fire in me, I felt giddy and burning with desire every time we were together. You would’ve thought the feeling would fade after the “honeymoon” stage but the desire is still prevalent. Every time we end up in bed together it’s new, it’s exhilarating, it’s fucking hot.

His lips attached to my neck as soon as we passed the threshold to my room, biting down and then soothing with his tongue. “Oh my god” I moaned out as he found the spot he knew I loved. I quickly covered my mouth to stop more moans escaping. “Let me hear you babe. Please”, Lance says kicking the door shut behind us.

Our clothes were ripped off in a whirlwind and thrown somewhere into the darkness as we backed up toward the bed. Lance’s hands found my skin, allowing a tiny whimper to slip past my lips as he brushed his palm against my breasts and then nipples.

“Oh my god Lance”, I groaned, grabbing his bicep, and sliding my hand to his thigh, making him take a sharp intake of breath. “I’ve been thinking about this since you left for London”, I moaned as his hand slipped down in between my legs, cupping the emerald green panties I wore.

“Fuck.” He grumbled, bending his head to leave open mouthed kisses across my abdomen, “I think about this so much”.

A gasp slipped from my mouth as he dropped to his knees, hands reaching the waist line of my panties and letting them pool at my ankles.

I shivered when I felt cool air hit my clit. “Don’t tease. Please”, I moaned, causing Lance to smirk up at me. His calloused fingers brushed against my inner thigh and I gasped as hit fingers finally slid in between my folds.

“You’re so fucking hot” Lance breathed from his spot between my legs. I gasped as his fingers finally pressed into my clit, while his tongue licked a stripe across my pussy.

“Oh god”, I practically yelled as his pace sped up, causing my hand to fly into his hair. More soft moans flew past my lips as he stroked you into a state of bliss. His tongue continued to hit the perfect spot as my thighs began to tense and moans got louder.

“Shit, babe I’m so close” I gasped as Lance continued his pace.

You knew that he could feel your muscles contracting and groaned, sending a wave of pleasure straight into your body.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, with a hit of cockiness in his voice and I continued to moan loudly.

“Yes, it feels so fucking good” I gasped as I felt myself come to the edge, expletives leaving my mouth. My legs began shaking, as my spine began to arch under his touch.

Lance groaned, wiping his mouth as he pulled away from me, smirking up at me before capturing me in a kiss. “Fuck that was hot” he whispered, “nice panties” he laughed before kissing me again.

I snickered as walking toward the bathroom. “I thought you’d like them.”

He stood there watching as I reached the door. “You coming?”, I asked him and to no surprised he followed, wrapping his hands around my waist.

“I love you”, he breathed out.

“I love you too.”

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lolamarlowe65 · 1 year

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just spent 10 minutes blasting cola (cause lana gets it) and imagining the lotus position with james…

OH FUCK anon you just gave me an idea

James Hetfield x reader

“𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂.”

“It’s not just two horny humans anymore, it’s two hearts.”

one shot x reader

disclaimers : age gap (modern day james), smut, fluff, unprotected sex, cursing, smoking, for my romantic (but horny) james lovers, kids go back to ur parents <33

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It’s a late Saturday night and my friend asked me to join him at the bar he sent me the address of. I don’t know this town very well. To be honest, I just came here because of him. I needed an excuse to move out from my old town and see something new and this guy I was talking with seemed like a good exit door. Truth is, this man is not as nice and good as he seemed. I’m the typical case of a woman manipulated and lied to just for sex. And even, I used him too in a way so if the sex is good what’s so wrong? But even this is bad. He only thinks for himself and himself only, not caring if I finish nor if I like it. He calls me, we hook up, he comes and then leaves telling me he’ll take me on a nice date next time. It never happened, and it will never do. I don’t even want to. I don’t even know if I want to stay here. So what am I doing here still running after him to be treated like shit? Here’s the answer, I just don’t have anything better to do. I don’t know anybody and I’ve got no idea how the people in this city are. So I go to every single one of his so-called “dates” waiting for a new day to start. When I find something better to do I promise that it will be passionate and most importantly; fulfilling. Fuck.

Standing in front of the bar I light myself a cigarette waiting for him. We usually have a drink and then go straight to it. Saying I’d need a drink to be able to hook up with him would almost sound like unconscious rape so I will not say that, I consent to this bullshit. But I definitely need something to drink to be able to listen to him and his tremendous fucking ego.

While I’m waiting I see this group of guys enter the bar. They look older than me, around their 50s maybe even if they definitely look younger than that. There’s four of them, one of them has long black hair nicely put back in a braid, another one has grey hair and wears a hat. To be honest, I just heard the third guy call him a “dumbass” so that’s how I’d describe him. This third guy has a very beautiful face, I must admit, with long curly salt and pepper hair. But this is nothing compared to the fourth guy. I think I have never seen a man that attractive, he’s quite tall and he’s got short white hair. He wears a black shirt that exposes his heavily tattooed arms. My fucking god he is hot. I can’t see clearly because it’s nighttime but I’m pretty sure he’s got ocean blue eyes. Which would be the cherry on the cake for my heart. I feel like I know them from somewhere but that might just be me. They’re all laughing and joking around and the fourth guy I was talking about notices me and says hello with a smile from afar. He must have noticed me creeping over them, shit. At least his smile is beautiful. I say hello back and leave them to enter the bar.

I can’t believe it! While I was lost watching over those guys I didn’t notice this fucking asshole was 30 minutes late! Fuck it! I’ve had enough! I call him twice before getting him over the phone.

*”- Yeah baby I’m sorry I’m late.” he says in an unbothered voice. “I had something more urgent to do.” he adds.

“- Something? That’s what I am? Something? You fucking asshole! Could you at least have the fucking decency to tell me you will not come?” i answer, obviously pissed.

“- Hehe sorry!” he laughs slightly. “It’s okay, you agreed it was nothing serious between us so just go home and next time I’ll take you on a nice date.” he dares to say.

“- What the fuck? You think I want to see you again? Get fucked!” i yell.

“- Do whatever you want, it's not gonna change my life much, you’re too frigid for me anyway.”

“- Too frigid?? Maybe if you knew how to use your dick properly instead of shaking it around in my pussy to come after 30 seconds I would be more expressive! What the fuck do you know anyway? You probably don’t know what pleasure on a woman looks like since you’ve never been able to give it to them!”

“- Bit-” i hang up before he can say anything else.*

I also block his number, he already sent me a few messages. What the fuck? I know I was not thinking too much about this but I won’t accept to be treated like property. I don’t want to waste this time I spent alone outside so I decide to go inside for a drink before going back to the shitty place I’m renting. That’s decided, fuck this town, I don’t wanna stay here. I’ll go fool around the west coast or lose myself in some mountains. I’m an artist, I don’t have money so I’ll see what I can do.

Sitting at the bar drinking my vodka I notice the guys from earlier in the booth on the corner. The light is still pretty dark so I can’t seem to really catch their expressions. Whatever man. My time at the bar is just me looking at those guys while talking to the waitress who’s also been with a lot of assholes that just wanted to play with her. Her name is Hailey, we got along so well she gave me her number. I don’t wanna get drunk so I just sip my drink slowly to retard the moment I’ll have to go.

“- Hey girl, stop looking over they must have enough!” Hailey commands with a laugh.

“- What do you mean? Can’t even see them well from here.” i answer, taking a sip of my drink.

“- They’re the guys from Metallica! They had some shooting for a video to do around here that’s why they’re here. I can’t believe they’d choose to come to this bar out of all the ones in town. I must admit that they’re actually pretty normal humans!” she explains.

“- What did you think, they were aliens?” i say, completely unbothered.

“- When your band is that orgasmic, yes. Like I’d love to meet a human man that could make me feel like they do.” she laughs.

“- I’ll drink to that!” i say taking another sip of my drink.

“- You look completely out of this? You not into metal?”

“- Oh.. I very much am. It’s just… I don’t even know what to think anymore with all that happened tonight. And I mean.. It’s cool that they’re here and all but what do you want me to do. It’s not like I’m gonna become their best friend. Here they’re just four guys sharing a drink after work.” i chuckle.

“- I guess you’re right.” Hailey tilts her head.

Hailey takes the tray and goes in the back of the bar to serve some drinks. I’m left alone for some time trying to think about what’s next for me to come. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize Metallica before, I guess I can’t see very well in the dark. So the first one was Rob I think, then the “dumbass” was Lars, the fourth with the beautiful face Kirk and of course James. The tall tattooed one with the black shirt, no wonder I thought he was hot. I always thought so. Whatever era of his, I think he’s my ideal type. If you saw the guy I was supposed to meet with tonight you’d laugh at me for lowering my standards so much. But listen. A girl like me could never get a guy like him. Plus, to him I’m surely a young chick who doesn’t know what she wants. It’s wrong though, I know what I want. Something deep and passionate with somebody that’s not afraid of telling me they care about me. Something adult. It’s 2023 and I can’t believe guys like this asshole I was supposed to hook up with still exist. Okay if you want casual sex but be honest about it and get sex education for Christ’s sake. Now I want a man like James. At least a man that’s like how I would imagine him to be. I laugh by myself thinking about how dumb I am to think about this.

“- What’s so funny?” a deep voice asks me.

I almost choke at the surprise. Here he is, sitting next to me. James fucking Hetfield. I also see the other guys leaving the bar saying bye to me and James with a wave of hand. I turn my head to look at James clearly saying it all with my face. What the fuck is going on.

“- Nothing.” i cough. “Just silly thoughts.” i smile.

He is so beautiful. His face in the light is even more satisfying to look at.

“- Seems interesting.” he answers playfully.

I chuckle slightly. But I can’t wrap my head around why he would talk to me. I should be the one here all “stars in my eyes” asking him how he’s doing. Wait? Is he flirting with me? I turn my head to look at him in the eyes and go straight to the point.

“- James? What exactly do you want?” i ask, trying my best to stay composed.

“- I don’t know.” he holds my gaze. “What do you think I want?” he smiles.

“- A bouncy young chick you’ll never see again to blow you tonight?” i sarcastically answer. “If you want just that from me you can get fucked.” i continue.

I had my quota of assholes for the night and I don’t want to have the beautiful image I have of James to get broken too. Now that would really piss me off. I deeply hope it’s not the case. That he does want to fuck me but also to care about me. That he wants to be this passionate and deep relation I was thinking about. Or at least hear he wants to fuck me good and well and respect me. Just that. Just this would turn me on. Just this I would be willing to risk. I can hear James laugh at my raw words. At least he isn’t the type of guy to get his ego crushed because I talked coldly to him.

“- Not at all.” he stands up and puts himself behind me while approaching my ear. “I mean, I would love to make love to such a beautiful woman but certainly not use her and leave. I see things in a deeper way.” he whispers.

My eyes got bigger instantly. That’s all I needed to hear. I look into my pockets for the dollars I need to pay for my drink. I put them on the bar and stand up, taking James’s hand and dragging him out of the bar. His hand feels so good I can’t even explain the feeling. It’s rough but soft and the way he presses my hand into his to be sure he is not mistaking my gesture turns me on even more. It’s not just lust. There’s something so romantic about this.

Once outside the bar I stop, realising I don’t know where the fuck I’m going.

“- Where’s your hotel?” i ask, pressed.

“- Just at the end of the street.” he answers.

“- Kay, let’s go.”

I start walking confidently but James stops me and makes me look at him.

“- Are you sure about this?” James asks.

How thoughtful. I mean, it’s the bare minimum but I’ve never been asked that before. The guys I have been with didn’t give a shit. They could fuck and so they did without asking me if I was completely okay with it.

“- And you? Are you?” i answer.

“- More than anything.” he cups my face with hands.

He’s taller than me by a good head but I don’t feel threatened by his height. His hands feel so good and his eyes give me so much admiration, I just can’t resist.

“- James…” i almost whisper.

“- Tell me your name so I can beg for you. Because this doesn’t seem real.”

“- Y/n…”

“- So fucking beautiful.” he lets out. “Prove me it’s me real and I’m not just dreaming that the hottest chick in this town wants to go back to my room with me.”

I know what to do. I slowly put my hand on the back of his neck to pull him to me and just like that I kiss him. His lips are so soft and hot, I never felt such a thing while kissing somebody. It’s so overwhelming that my heart starts beating at an unhealthy beat. But also, it’s so peaceful, it’s exactly what I want to feel for the rest of my life.

I let my lips go from him and look at him, studying the blue of his eyes. Something changed. It’s not just two horny humans anymore, it’s two hearts.

“- Shit.” i hear James say.

He takes my hand back and this time, he is the one leading the way, being careful with every step I take for me not to be lost. I don’t know what he’s thinking and that makes me feel a mix of excitement and fear.

When we arrive in front of his hotel my heart starts to pound again. What is about to happen? Is he really in for it? If I mistook what he wanted from me I could at least say that I fucked Metallica’s singer. At least. That’s what I repeat myself. But the other part of my brain tells me to let go and see what’s gonna happen without any questions.

Waiting for the elevator to come he holds my hand tightly, like I am about to disappear into space.

The elevator comes and I am left here with him, just the two of us standing next to each other. The hotel is very big, so the elevator takes time and every minute feels longer than the other. Because I can’t touch him, because I can’t feel him. This highway to whatever is going to happen is the longest road I’ve ever had to take. But the best one yet.

As a way of waiting, I let my head rest on his arm next to me. His beautiful tattooed arm. But before I could really settle my head here James turns me around to kiss me.

“- I’m sorry, I can’t wait.” James almost whispers.

I moan into his mouth as a way to give my approval and he grabs me by the back of my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist, my arms going straight to hold the back of his neck. His lips derive from my lips to fall into my neck, biting the skin he leaves trails of kisses on. Fuck I didn’t knew I was that sensitive here. I need his lips on mine, I need his tongue to play with mine so I turn his head around with one of my hands, my lips practically begging at this point. As I deepen the kiss, I let his tongue enter my mouth and play with mine. God, it’s like he’s trying to look for all the places that make me feel good.

“- Wait wait James!” i exclaim.

“- What?” he answers, kissing my neck.

“- There’s cameras in elevators? Right?” i ask, afraid we might have been seen.

“- I couldn’t give less of a shit baby.” he responds immediately, letting a laugh out of me. “They can see a beautiful woman they’ll never have if they want.”

“A beautiful woman they’ll never have” what does he mean by that? What do you mean never have? I have no more time to be lost in my thoughts because the elevator just opened. James carries me through the hallway in the same position as we were in, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. One of his hands is on my ass, which makes me weaker than I would admit and the other is around my waist. I’m so glad that it’s late, nobody is walking around the hotel. I can also feel the hardness in his pants, teasing me just enough for me to get wet. I know what is gonna happen now, he’s gonna fuck me, and he’s gonna do it good. I’ve been waiting for this. And I can’t believe that none other than James Hetfield will do it. I’m so horny just thinking of it.

Opening his hotel room door he wastes no time to close the door and he drops me on the bed. Towering over me, he goes back to where he was before, kissing me, my neck and now the birth of my breasts. I push James's head slightly to have room to remove my shirt, which, when he understands my attention, does for me. My bra goes away at the same time as my shirt and here I am, topless, in front of a man that makes me feel so confused about my feelings.

“- Perfect. So perfect.” i hear him groan.

I moan at the touch of his soft lips sucking on my nipples. He bites them and sucks on them like he found a new instrument to play. I could come just because of this, this new feeling is incredible.

“- I want to make you feel so good.” James tells me, smiling.

I freeze and moan at his desire. Nobody has cared enough for me to do that. To want that. To care about my pleasure. James’s voice is so low and rough that it almost vibrates through my body, sending shivers to my heart and pussy. There’s nothing I can do. I want him. Whatever if he throws me out of his room after, I want him.

“- Can I?” he asks, his hands on the border of my pants.

“- Yes, but remove this before.” i answer, grabbing the end of his shirt.

He gets the message and lets me remove his shirt from him. What a beautiful sight. His body can tower over me easily, with his muscular back and broad shoulders. His tattoos I think are the best thing about this. It makes him look even more like a piece of art, and it contrasts his fit chest and stomach in the most beautiful way there is. He smiles at the way I look at his body. This smile, his tremendously beautiful smile.

James slides down on his knees right in front of the bed. He grabs my foot and removes my shoe, and does the same for the other. He then removes my pants to leave me only with my panties, my pussy throbbing at his gaze.

“- Even your legs are perfect. How have I not found you before?” he says, slowly kissing my legs.

I can’t think straight with James lips now kissing the interior of my thighs, getting dangerously close to my pussy at every one of his pecks. I slid my hand in his hair, avid for his touch.

“- James, please.” i beg.

“- Don’t beg darling. What you want I shall do. Tell me. What do you want?” James answers, languidly.

Breathing hard and shortly, I try to gather my words. I can’t believe this is happening.

“- Mmh…” i moan, trying to remove my underwear. “I want your lips…” i breath heavily. “Right here.” i finally say, resting my hand on my pussy.

James eyes glimmer as his gaze is fixed on mine. He doesn’t say anything but grunts in approval and removes my hands away from my panties, removing them by himself, leaving me fully exposed to him. His head dives instantly in between my legs like he’s been starving for it. Oh my god! That’s good! My hand in his hair, I keep him in between my legs, not wanting it to stop.

“- What a pretty cunt… what a pretty sight.” he whispers, latching on my clitoris.

This is the first time somebody eats me out. This is the first time I am feeling this and yet I know he’s better at it than average. His tongue alternates between my clitoris and my slit and my legs start to shake. But here’s the thing. I don’t want to come right now. I want to come with him. While he’s in me.

“- Ja..James!” i exclaim, lifting his head up with my hands. “I want you.”

James puts himself on his knees and kisses my lips softly. So desperate for him I open his belt and pants. James puts his fingers under my chin and locks his gaze into mine.

“- Look at you. So desperate for my cock. I’m such an asshole making you beg for me. I should be the one doing that. I should be the one begging for you to even deserve the desire you have for such an old man.” he says.

He finishes removing his pants and underwear and only now I realise how big he is. I have never had something like that. His cock is thick and big with a vein poking along the shaft. It looks more than ready to be in me. And this makes me even more horny.

I raise myself on my knees too and put my hands on both sides of his face.

“- I think I’ve got a taste for men who are older. Or maybe just for you. Because no man has ever made me feel what you make me feel. Just in an hour, you’ve made me more fulfilled than I have ever been.” i admit, kissing him.

Sitting on the mattress, James grabs the back of my thighs so I can sit on him and wrap my legs around him. I wrap my arms around his neck, again. This position we’re in, the lotus, is so intimate, like something you would do with your partner, not an unknown chick you’ve met an hour ago. My tits press against his chest and both our hearts beat at the same pace. His cock is teasing my entrance and his gaze is locked in mine.

“- I should find those boys and teach them a lesson. How dare they have the audacity not to make you feel fulfilled.” he kisses my neck. “This will never happen again as long as you’re with me.” he adds, his head buried in my neck.

Did he just ask me to stay with him? Did he just say that he wanted to be with me? I can’t even think about it more as I feel his cock entering me. It’s stretching me out. And it feels so good.

“- Fuck, this is so big!” i bite my lower lip.

I moan and he starts to move into me slowly, he’s so deep and I can barely hold it together.

“- That’s it babygirl, you’re doing good.” he tells me, removing the hair out of my face.

The way he talks to me makes me crazy. The way he holds me makes me weak. The way he looks at me makes me feel alive. This is what I meant when I said I wanted something passionate and deep. Talking about deep, the connection we have as his cock moves in and out of me is incredible. You can probably see the stars in my eyes. And I can see the fire in his.

“- Mhhh… James! AAahh!” i scream, feeling numb.

“- Oh y/n. Mmmh…” he grunts. “You are so beautiful bouncing on my cock like this.”

“- Stop… mmmh… stop telling me those things…” i let out in between whimpers. “Or I’ll be sad… mmh… when I have to go.” i add, hearing him groan as an answer.

I feel my release coming. I’ve never felt that good. The only times I have come before were when I was touching myself, it’s the first time a man will do it. And what a man. I will be sad when I have to go, I wish I could have sex with him everyday, I wish I could kiss him every minute. It might sound cliché to feel such things towards a man like him in such a short time. I said he’d fuck me and fuck me good. But he’s making love to me.

I see his face flinch and he kisses me.

“- I can feel you tighten around my cock...mmmh..” he says. “Come. Come for me baby.”

I can also feel his cock twitch in me. I know he’s about to come too.

“- James… mmmhh… please! Come in me! Please! Aaahh!” i tighten my arms around his neck, throwing my head into his neck, coming as i implore.

“- Fuck… you are so amazing.” he says, out of breath, coming deep into me, letting little whimpers out of me.

I can hear his heartbeat through his chest as his cock softens into me. This feeling is so peaceful and makes me forget about what is to come next. It makes me feel so important and cared for. It’s two hearts. And I don’t wanna leave. He’s making me crazy. Here, in his arms, in this position, I don’t want this to end.

“- Y/n.” he calls. “Stay with me.” he demands, his hands falling on my waist. “Stay with me. I’ll take you anywhere you want, give you everything you want. I know it’s selfish to ask you to leave everything so I can be with you but I need you. I don’t know how, I don’t know why. But I do.” he begs.

“- Oh James. I fucking hate this town. Take me anywhere you want.” i answer.

I was the loneliest and most bored woman on earth some hours ago. Now I’m the happiest and most fulfilled. I think, while James locks his promise with a passionate kiss on my lips.

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A/N : the lotus like man i just want to do that with james it feels so deep! thank you anon because this gave me an idea for this oneshot, i wrote this with of course, cola in my mind because lana does gets it. i usually write stuff with rough sex and all but something more soft from time to time doesn’t hurt, hope you’ll love this anon, and everybody else (james you can take me anywhere) <33

#like james i just want to lotus with you #take me i'm yours #metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield smut #metallica fanfiction #james hetfield fanfiction #metallica smut #james hetfield x reader #lola’s delusions

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fl3shm4id3n · 10 months

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Qᵤᵢcₖ Cₕₑcₖ ᵤₚ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒��𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ! ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ɴᴜʀꜱᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, sneaking around, kissing, neck biting/licking, titty grabbing, pussy rubbing, thigh fucking (reader is described to have thicc thighs), almost getting caught? cum in glass (again).

A/N: Part two of 'Nurse's Office' and It's based on the second part of the art, It got censored so I can't really add the link :( sorry.

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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Since then you and Miles had began to be sneaky. Kissing here and there when on one is looking. Mainly in your office, every once in a while you'd do more then just kiss. This sneaking around was fun in a way, it made your so called 'relationship' more exciting, but at the same time, Miles had made it clear that you and him aren't really a thing, he wasn't looking for a serious relationship, but he liked being around you a lot.

Coincidently, you had to do Miles physical exam again, you had the feeling that it was him who wanted you to check him up again, unless it was just a coincidence. Whatever it was, you were more than happy to check him up again.

You were done with both Z and Walker's exams, you had already submitted in their samples to the others so that they could check them. Miles came into your office, closing and locking the door behind him. Speak of the devil. "Hey sweetheart, I'm here for my check up" he said, almost in a teasing way. He went over and sat on the bench, he also took off his shirt before hand. You gave him a small smile and went over to him. "I have to make it quick since I have somewhere else to be" you explained. During the whole check up, Miles has been playful, that was odd, normally he'd stay still, but this time he choose to mess with you a bit.

Once you were done, you had got the tube off the desk and went back to Miles. "Ya know what to do" you said, but you were taken by surprised when Miles pulled you close to him and gave you a deep kiss on the lips. You felt your whole body go weak, you wrapped your arms around his large shoulders. Your kisses were desperate, you had seen him a couple hours ago, but you had been missing him.

He then pulled away, making you gasp a bit but the sudden pull. "I have an idea" he said, while you were trying to catch your breath. "What is it? You have to hurry thought" you said. Then Miles turned your body around, your back was facing his front. His large hands moved down your bare leg and got a hold of the hem of your short pencil skirt. "I like this skirt, you should wear it more often~" he purred, a shiver ran down your spin. Next he got a hold of your red panties and made them droop at your feet. Then he ran his hands up and down your squishy and plumped thighs. "Damn~ you got some pretty thighs sweetheart" he said, making your legs shiver a bit.

Once your bare and wet pussy was exposed to the cold air, Miles then unbuckled his pants, pulling them down enough so that he cock was free. "Spread your legs for me" he said, then you spread your legs a bit, then you felt his hard and hot length slip right between your thighs. You let out a soft moan, feeling his vainy cock between your legs and touching your wet heat. Miles could feel how your juices were coating his length. He leaned down and kissed your exposed neck, making you slightly moan. "This'll be quick" he said next to your ear.

Without a warning, he began to slowly thrust between your legs and thighs. You let out a breathy and semi loud moan, this felt amazing. You couldn't help but clench around nothing. Miles noticed how you were enjoying this as much as he did. He reached over, lifting your shirt up as well as your bra. He pulled your bra above your breath, exposing them to the cold air. His large hands got a hold of your breasts, teasing them a bit before squeezing. Your clenched your plush thighs tightly around his length, you also were still holding the glass tube on your hand, tightly. It was almost as if you were going to break it due to how hard you were holding it.

Miles let go of one of your breasts, going down to rub your clit. "Mmm!~" you bit your lip tightly, feeling his fingers beginning to rub slow circles around your little pearl and his thrust were slowly quickening. "You've loving this aren't you sweet heart?" he asked, but you didn't answer, so he pinched your hard nipple, making you squeal. "I'm speaking to you~ It's rude not to answer~" he said. This time you nodded and let out a small 'yes', but he wasn't satisfied. "What was that?" he asked, again, pinching your nipple. "Y-Yes!~" you moaned out. "Good girl~" he praised, kissing your now sweaty forehead.

All of a sudden you heard someone knock on your door. "Shit!" you whimpered, you were about to jump away from Miles, but he held you in place. He continued to thrust between your legs ad running slow circles on your clit, slowly. "Answer~" he whispered as he kissed your ear. "Who is it?" you asked, trying so hard to speak normally. "It's me! I was wondering where you were" it was one of your co-workers. You almost forgot about where you were suppose to be. "Sorry! I'm a bit.." you stopped sentence, you clenched your thighs together around Miles cock, you were close to your release, feeling how his fingers got faster. "Busy, I'm just getting some paperwork done and to turn in!" you said, holding back a moan.

"Alright, don't take too long, the meeting we'll start in a bit" he said, then he left shortly after. Thank God! "So, almost getting caught gets you excited?" Miles asked with a smirk on his face. Then his thrusts got faster and so did his fingers. You felt as if you were going to explode, you wished you could stay longer, but you had to leave soon. You felt how his hand that once held your breast, moved your hand which held the small container, and positioned it right on his tip. "I'm about to-" he couldn't finish his words, the pleasure was too good that he preferred to just focused on cumming and making you cum. Then you felt how yourself final release, your juices went almost everywhere, while Miles cummed right into the small glass tube.

You both stayed still for a moment, trying to recover from your tense orgasm. You removed the tube away from his still leaking tip and got off him. "I have to go, or else they'll come looking for me" you said, closing the tube and placing it on the desk. You pulled your bra and top down, before you could pull your skirt down, you looked for your panties, only to see that you did not find them on the floor where they once were. "Hey, have you seen m-" you stopped when you faced Miles, seen your red panties on his hands. "Ima keep this for, ya know" he said smirking.

You just sigh. "I don't have time for this" you said, pulling your skirt down and fixed your hair a bit, trying to look a bit decent. Before you could reach the door, Miles grabbed your hand and pulled you to him. "No kiss?" he asked with a fake pout, you leaned up and kissed his lip, you tried to get away, but was stopped and pulled back to him. "Ah Ah Sweetheart, I want a proper kiss~" he said with an evil little grin. You sigh, you turned to him, face to face and gave him a proper kiss on the lips. Miles then wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close as he pushed his tongue in your mouth, taking you by surprised. You pulled away from him after a minute. "Okay Okay, enough really I have to go" you said, turning around, but you felt how his huge hand came in contact with your ass, making you squeal by the hard impact. "See you around Sweetheart~" he said with a cheeky grin. You just sent him a glare and left the room.

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abiiors · 8 months

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1. she's american // george daniel x oc

a/n: erratic is literally the only word i have to describe it. like i don't have a posting schedule, i don't have a masterlist for it yet (i'll add the link when i have one). idk how many chapters. this literally doesn't even have a canon-accurate timeline!! but i wrote something and i wanted to publish it so i did. hope you enjoy! discussions about it in my asks are always welcome hehe <3 cw: arguments and yelling?? can't really think of any hard warnings wc: 3.2k masterlist

it is a truth universally acknowledged that something must go wrong every time i land in london. this time, it’s matty texting me that he can’t come pick me up from the airport.

soz, mate. his text reads, really urgent work came up. i’m sending a friend to pick u up tho. i’ll make it up to u tonight. xx. to compound the annoyance of it, a blast of july heat hits me square in the face when i step off the plane and onto the tarmac.

“make it up” i lightly scoff to myself; make it up is code-word for plying my with cheap beer, greasy pizza and, sure, great weed. i have this routine rehearsed—it’s the same thing we’ve been doing since the age of 14.

friend? i text back and start making my way towards immigration and the luggage carousels. heathrow is just as big as i remember—massive and winding and really fucking beige for some reason. stepping onto the escalator, i take another peek at my phone and at the three dots bouncing in place, waiting for him to finish typing his message.

yeah. george. he responds.

george… i try to conjure up a face for the name. somewhere in the back of my mind, i know it’s familiar. george…matty’s friend george. my phone dings again.

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it’s a photo of a man, a boy really… he looks like he’s matty’s age and it clicks in my head. this is george and i have most definitely seen him before. his wavy, dirty blond hair is piled on top of his head haphazardly, like he couldn’t be bothered with them at all. the dark roots peek from underneath. george stares directly at the camera, a straight face—straight nose and straight full lips. everything about him screams cool nonchalance. right down to the nondescript white t-shirt he’s wearing.

and this boy is coming to pick me up after i’ve just travelled for eight hours all the way from new york.

subconsciously, i sniff at my t-shirt. yep, the sweat combined with the general stink of the airport clings to me like cobwebs. what i really need is a long, cold shower followed by an even longer nap. what i get, however, is a long line at the immigration counter.

passport clutched in my hand, i look around the area. behind me, an american couple chatters excitedly and plans their itinerary. ahead of me, a british mother reprimands her child for biting his nails. it’s jarring that the american couple’s accents are more familiar to me than the mother and her child’s.

it’s jarring that despite being gone only four years, everything about london already feels foreign.

“next please,” the immigration officer calls out, jerking me out of my thoughts. it’s a simple process really. once he sees my british passport, all he has to do is match my face to it and stamp it.

“thanks,” i mumble when he hands it back to me.

“welcome home,” he responds and smiles that kind, old man smile.

my heart snags on the word. home. and my life back in new york briefly flashes in front of my eyes; a quick montage of tall skyscrapers and glittery new york nights—but i shake my head and clear the thoughts away.

yep, home is here now. and that’s all that matters.

bags in my hand, i make my way to the exit, craning my neck and looking all around me for any sign of the dirty blond hair from the photo.

this is not how i had imagined it would be. i had imagined running into matty’s arms and breathing in his familiar scent, shoving each other playfully until we dissolved into fits of giggles. i had imagined familiarity and comfort; not having to find a practically unknown man in a sea of other unknown people. and even though i had his picture on my phone, i had no way of—

“cleo?”

i turn mid-thought at the sound of my name. the voice that speaks it is rich and deep, gravelly even. yet it’s not a voice i recognise. and then i spot him standing about ten feet away from me. george.

he stares at me in a scrutinising way, then looks at the phone in his hand and looks back up at me. looks like i’m not the only one with a stranger’s picture in my phone.

“george?” i raise my hand in greeting and smile slightly. there’s no doubt it’s a tired, pathetic smile but it will have to do.

this is the first time i’m seeing him properly. and wow, he’s tall. all my life i’ve been used to matty and his almost six feet (the thought makes me smile, i know how mad he gets at the “almost”) but george is so much taller, with broad shoulders and toned arms that are littered with tattoos; colourful tattoos that i try not to gawk at but fail anyway.

he nods once and starts walking in my direction; long graceful steps that should not belong to someone so huge. and yet in five long strides, he’s covered the entire distance between us.

subconsciously, i lose a sigh. after the last 24 hours, all i want is for someone to carry my bags for me and preferably gently manhandle me so i won’t have to do the laborious task of walking.

george does no such thing.

he walks towards me and right past. and then, while i stand there gaping slightly, he turns around. “the car is parked this way.”

translation: are you an idiot?

that’s what his tone screams anyway, and confusion along with annoyance washes over me. what the fuck is his problem? i get that he probably got saddled with the task of picking me up on a hot summer day but taking it out on me is hardly the fair thing to do. i roll my eyes and follow him out of the airport and towards the car park.

dragging my two large trolley bags behind me and trying to keep up with his long strides is no easy task. by the time the entrance to the car park comes into view, i’m jogging lightly and panting to keep up with him. sweat rolls down my back in rivulets while the sun blazes overhead. it’s only 10 am but i am ready to go back to bed for six hours preferably.

fuck george and fuck his long legs. i refuse to ask him to slow down.

a mildly beaten-down ford focus comes into view and george opens the trunk before motioning at my bags. i resist the urge to baulk at him—so now he wants to help? wordlessly, i hand the luggage to him and mumble a quick thanks.

then i turn around and make my way to the passenger side door.

i realise my mistake far too late. or rather as soon as our hands brush, attempting to open the same door and i jerk mine away like i’ve just touched a live wire. george looms behind me, quiet judgement radiating off of him, probably wondering why i’m on his side of the car.

i turn around, face burning with embarrassment and something unexplained, only to come face to face—face to chest, rather—with a very unimpressed george. heat radiates off his body this close, heat and an earthy, sweet perfume that i’ve never smelled on anyone else before.

“sorry,” i back away, “american habits.” but his face remains passive and his eyes trained on the door handle.

“right. sorry,” i squeak and practically run back to the right door this time.

i curse softly, at the wind, this entire day. this city and this entire fucking island. but mostly i curse at stupid american habits and stupid british girls who get used to them.

london is crowded as always; at least, that part is similar to new york. except here i see red double-deckers crawling along leisurely instead of yellow cabs zooming by, waiting for no one. in the twenty minutes, we’ve been on the road, the sun has disappeared giving way to grey clouds. the only sound in the car is the whirr of the aircon and the radio playing some old 80s hits at a low volume. everything else is an awkward silence.

“so matty’s not free today?” i ask. well, i try but all i get from him is a shake of the head before he angrily overtakes the car in front of us.

“and he’s not going to be free all day?”

“dunno. later maybe, in the evening.”

that’s the most words he’s said to me at one go. and it’s also a pretty clear indicator that he’s done with this conversation—well, ‘conversation’ is pushing it anyway. i just look out the window and at the taxi next to us.

it’s the american couple from before; excitedly looking out their windows and pointing at all the buildings. i imagine it’s their first time, they certainly have the ‘americans in europe’ air about them. i imagine their day is going leagues better than mine is; i imagine them going back to their hotel room, spending their day being loved up and excited about their holiday. they’ll take photos, eat nice food. they’ll laugh around being silly and saying exaggerated british slang in exaggerated english accents. and then they’ll go home, back to some place that is theirs.

i snap my gaze back to my lap.

london is not so bad. matty is here. if i could make a life in new york from scratch then i can do it again. besides i already have friends here, it can’t be that difficult. right?

my phone buzzes in my hands bringing me out of my thoughts.

nate.

i have the sudden and violent urge to be carsick. nate, after everything, he has the nerve to try to call me. with more force than necessary, i stab the red button and close my eyes. if george has noticed any of this, he doesn’t react.

images flash in front of my eyes in a dizzying blur after that—nate. new york. nights that used to blend into dawns. nate. champagne that flowed freely. laughter. friends. happiness. nate. heartbreak. and quite possibly utter ruin, if i want to be dramatic about it.

my phone buzzes again and this time i don’t even pay attention to it.

george, however, side-eyes it and then shakes his head. “are you gonna get that?”

i whip my head to look at him, riffling through several responses in my head to politely tell him that this is none of his business.

half an hour of knowing him and i can already feel annoyance settling between us. george stares at me while we wait for the light to turn green. one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows is raised high, his mouth twisted in almost a grimace. what the fuck is his deal? has he never heard a phone buzzing before?

“no,” i reply curtly and go back to staring straight ahead, glaring at the double decker blocking my view of anything else.

half a minute later, the phone buzzes again. and george stares. again.

“for fuck sake,” he grumbles to himself, looking like he’d rather run us straight into the bus than sitting here with me for two more minutes.

“have i done something to you?” i turn to face him fully, eyes trained on him as he shifts the gear and starts driving again.

his jaw ticks at my question. i imagine his molars grinding down hard against each other in frustration as his fingers drum restlessly on the steering wheel.

“no,” he grits out in the same tone i had before.

“then what the f–then what is your problem with me?” i ask, controlling myself last minute. there’s no need to get rude just yet.

george, obviously, ignores that and continues to mutter something to himself that i can’t quite clearly make out.

fuck this and fuck him.

i think back to the last 24 hours i’ve had. i think back to packing my bags while sobbing so hard that i couldn’t see two inches in front of me. of having to figure out a way to get to the airport without nate. of having no one to say goodbye to, no one to tell me that they will miss me. i think back to four years in new york and how by the end of it i was almost back to square one.

“it’s distracting,” he replies and i resist the urge to scoff. it’s hardly that bad. it’s literally just a phone buzzing. “if you don’t want to get it then turn it off.”

i’m almost certain that by now my jaw is on the floor of his messy car—no, seriously. i don’t know how someone would want to have that many receipts and empty beer cans in their backseat—but george has some nerve!

“what the fuck!?” i glare at him, not even bothering to conceal my irritation now and i have no doubt that if it weren’t for the busy road, he would be glaring right back at me. his hands grip the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turn white.

“listen,” i continue, “i know you’re mad that matty made you come pick me up—”

“oh you think you know why i’m pissed off?” he retorts, cutting me off halfway. strike fucking two.

“but i’m not going to sit here and take your shit.” i finish, ignoring him entirely. almost as if the universe were on my side, george turns onto a familiar street. extremely familiar, in fact. i know where i am, i know matty’s house is a five minute walk from here. internally i whoop with joy.

“in fact,” i continue, mustering up all my snark, “i am not going to sit here at all.” then like a maniac, i put one hand on the door handle and jut my chin up in defiance. “stop the car right now and open the trunk.”

predictably, george stares at me like i’ve lost my mind. and maybe i really have because the next thing i’m doing is unbuckling my seatbelt and tightening my hold on the door handle.

“stop the car right now, george or i swear to god, i’ll start screaming for help.”

if i weren't so pissed off, it'd be funny how his eyes go as wide as saucers in the span of half a second, how fast his head whips to me.

“you are fucking INSANE!” he yells and pulls over as fast as he can, “fuck, i don’t know what matty sees in you,” he spits and yanks his door open.

i sit there frozen for a second, all the anger and snark almost leaving my body at his words. almost. but then i hear the trunk opening and the sound of two bags being harshly thrown onto the pavement.

letting out a string of curses that are aimed at him, his family and at least ten generations of his ancestors, i stomp over to where he’s thrown my bags casually. i don’t stop there. i march up to him, staring him right in the face until i am on the curb and tall enough to reach his chin.

“you!” i stab my finger in his chest, “don’t get to say that about me.”

george rolls his eyes looking down at me as if i were about as threatening as a baby penguin. and i have the sudden and insane urge to climb on his car so i would finally be tall enough to look down my nose at him.

“i don’t know what matty sees in you!” i continue the finger-stabbing, just once more to drive the point home but the insufferable man in front of me only scoffs lightly.

“very original of you,” he drawls, “now if you’re done…” he trails off before his massive hand wraps around my wrist and pushes my hand away. his fingers are warm and rough. calloused hands.

someone who’s used to being rough with everything he touches.

and just like that, he’s walking away and back into his car while i’m left fuming on the pavement. honestly fuck george and fuck everything else, i’m just ready to write this entire day off and rot in bed.

with more force than necessary, i start yanking my bags behind me, practically stomping till the end of the lane where matty’s house stands. george and his car don’t move.

i imagine him in there fuming like i am right now and then scream out in frustration. a bird in a nearby tree flies away in panic.

i should not be thinking about that dickhead at all.

when i’m halfway through the lane, the car starts back up. driving behind me, following like a creep. well, that’s an exaggeration—i imagine he has to report back to matty that i made it to the house safe. still, i want to turn around and yell at him to fuck off.

between planning his evil demise and chanting all my angry thoughts, i finally reach the house at the end of the lane and freeze. because i realise i don’t have his keys, matty’s not home and i have no way of getting in. and the only person who probably has said keys is currently sitting in his car right behind me.

slowly, like in one of those cheesy horror movies, i turn around and look in the direction of the car. through the window, i see george rhythmically tapping on the steering wheel, glancing at me while a slow smirk curls onto his face. i can feel the smugness radiating off of him all the way to where i’m standing.

evil little shit.

he takes his sweet little time, getting out the car and sauntering toward the front door. before he gets to the door, he stops in front of me, face carefully blank once again with only a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

“need my help again?” george asks and my god does it take all my restraint not to punch him right in the face.

“just give me the bloody keys and leave, george,” i spit at him and watch his face morph into confusion.

he stares at me for a second longer than he should, eyebrows creasing and eyes hardening as wariness creeps in. “why would i give you my keys?”

“so i can get in, you idiot—wait your keys?”

i open and close my mouth like a fish, trying to make sense of his words. he doesn’t mean what i think he means, right? this is all just a stupid misunderstanding?

“my keys,” he confirms and dangles them right in front of my face so that a tiny metal g smacks me in the nose.

my throat feels drier than the nevada desert. beads of sweat roll down the back of my neck. and it’s not just sweat from the humidity—no, this is a cold sweat. impending doom and bad omens and whatnot.

trying to clear my throat, i speak again in a rough, whispery voice, “why do you have keys to matty’s house?”

but even i know how stupid that sounds before it’s even left my mouth. because why would he have keys to matty’s house. unless…

unless it’s not just his house. and george is not just his best friend. no, george, stupid and utterly infuriating george is also his housemate.

and now he’s about to be mine too.

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butterflyseas · 1 year

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⸻ the language of love

☆ノ aka how they show they love you (ft. march 7th, seele, tingyun)

↳ notes: half inspired by my tingyun headcanons post, half inspired by the way these women have me in a vice grip. i was going to add more, but i just left it at these ones for now <3

↳ content: gn!reader. sweetheart used in tingyun's. march is super clingy lol. maybe a tiny bit of spoilers for seele if you squint really hard?

⸻ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛 𝟳𝗧𝗛

physical touch and quality time

more than anything, march just loves being around you. whether it be out on a trailblazing expedition, hanging out around the astral express, or having a sleepover in her room, she always wants to be by your side.

and when she's by your side, she also loves touching you. always has to be holding your hand or have her elbow linked in yours if you're walking somewhere. wraps her arms around your waist from behind and rests her chin on your shoulder when you're standing still. the type to swing your arms while you walk or sway your bodies side to side while she's hugging onto you.

in private (or the astral express, which has gotten her more than few eyerolls from dan heng), she borders on clingy — always seeming to be right by your side; draping her legs over your lap; cozying up under your arm as close as she possibly can. it's her favorite place to be, after all <3

⸻ 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗘

acts of service

seele isn't one for flowery words — they don't come easily to her, and when she tries, they make her cringe from how awkward they sound. the life she's had to live wasn't one that allowed for her to become acquainted with something as dangerous as softness.

when she offers to do things for you, it come out more blunt than it otherwise would from someone else. "here. let me do that." — it's more of a command than anything else; little more than a warning before she simply takes over your task for you, nudging you aside with her hip. if you protest, she'll just protest back, so you've learned not to — it's easier, even if it makes you worry about the workload she's putting on herself.

though it comes off harsh, it's anything but — it comes from a place of care; of wanting to carry your burdens for you so you don't have to. she'd rather shoulder everything if it meant your worries are quelled, even if just for a moment.

⸻ 𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗬𝗨𝗡

gift giving and words of affirmation (and a hint of physical touch)

there's two things tingyun showers you in beyond affection: compliments and gifts.

her gifts aren't frivolous things, though — they're all things that she saw, either within the xianzhou alliance or on other planets, that reminded her of you and she thought you would like. things you mentioned offhandedly needing (a new shirt because yours ripped; a notebook because you finally finished up the one you were using), things she saw you eyeing through the window as you passed by — those are the types of gifts she gives you.

it's also not uncommon for her to commission you personalized gifts regardless of the price — she just wants the best for you and would spare no expense for her sweetheart.

much like her gifts, her compliments aren't any less serious when she gives you them. compliments you both on your appearance and also your qualities as a person; especially compliments you on things you feel insecure about. you're perfect in her eyes — and she'll make sure you believe her when she tells you.

#☆ノ writing #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail imagines #march 7th x reader #seele x reader #tingyun x reader #also i don't think this is long enough to warrant a cut but lmk otherwise

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leventart-den · 6 months

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Ch.02 of Interactive ZoSan fanfic.

AN:

Hi guys! Did I say I'll do 1k word chapters? I lied. This one is almost 5,500 words. Please be careful and look at the tags.

Beta-readed by wonderful @dad-cahoon ! Thank you so much for your help! AO3 link. I hope you will be satisfied with your choice. Without further ado, let's continue.

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-= My 4am Sun =-

Ch.02 “Good intentions and Nothing's wrong”

Sanji turned off the tap, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and feeling a dry cough creeping up his throat. What the hell is going on with him? All these symptoms are all over the place and do not add up to a single picture at all. If he had been injured or poisoned or something like that, at least he would have felt something specific. But this... this is getting weirder and weirder. At least his modified body has time to react and tries to fix the problem. If you think about it... perhaps that is precisely the reason why he continues to function even when his consciousness turns off. Sanji isn't sure if this is good or bad, though. Not having control over his actions worries him, of course. But at least it's not someone controlling him, it's his own reflexes and knowledge and so he trusts himself not to cause trouble to others. At least he really wants to think so.

Sanji coughs, feeling the familiar metallic taste on his tongue and hearing the door to the kitchen open, so he hastily wipes his lips with his sleeve just in case. His shirt is dark today, nothing will be visible on it. He doesn’t turn around yet, but he hears the familiar sound of footsteps and the subtle chime of metal on metal. He knows it too well.

He knows even before he hears the annoying…

"Oi, cook! Luffy is ready to start chewing his own leg. When's the food?" It's rough and a little too loud for the isolated silence of his kitchen a moment ago. Yes, that's him. Idiot mosshead.

Sanji swallows and exhales, turning to the intruder, ready to snap back. He knows the drill. But at the last moment he changes his mind. He doesn't feel like starting to argue now. He feels too exhausted.

"Tell everyone they can pull up in five minutes." His answer is short and dry as his throat is now, but he doesn’t care. Sanji walks past Zoro, taking plates out of the cabinet and getting ready to set the table. The other is silent. He doesn't go anywhere. Sanji placed the plates on the table and began arranging the cutlery.

Zoro was still there, somewhere behind him.

Staring.

Unnerving.

But Sanji doesn't lash out this time as usual. All he wants is to finish breakfast and be left alone with himself to try to understand what is happening to him. If Marimo wants to hang around here and watch, well, fine, he will finish the preparations and call everyone himself, not such a big deal.

Or so he thought.

Sanji went to get larger plates to put the food into when the silence was broken again.

“Oi, shitty cook! What...” The hand accompanying the voice grabbed him by the elbow, stopping him halfway, but Sanji didn’t let him finish. He suddenly felt a pain under his skin, as if in another second his bone would break. He pulled his hand out in panic, stepping back, but realizing what he was doing, he hurried to cover his own fear by biting in response.

"What, Marimo? What the hell do you want? You asked when the food will be ready - I answered. Now sit down and wait in silence or go get fucking lost!" He found himself almost screaming at the end. He was out of breath. It was nothing new for them to argue like this. But for some reason this time it felt wrong and Sanji regretted giving in. From the moment the battle ended and he found himself “losing time” and this strange state of his, everything seemed too much. It overwhelmed him, confused him, preventing him from thinking clearly. He desperately wanted to hide somewhere in a corner away from everything and everyone and be able to breathe out and process everything.

But at the same time, now that he thought about it, he felt guilty that he wanted to be away from the others. They were his nakama, his family. How dare he think about them like that?

Ungrateful.

Useless.

Weak.

As always.

He felt a mocking laugh escape his throat, choking him for a second.

"What the hell is wrong with you, cook..."

Sanji heard the other's voice cut through the beginning ringing in his ears like a hot knife through butter. It snapped him out of his thoughts and for the first time Sanji was grateful for it.

Regardless, he grimaced, still annoyed, and went back to setting the table.

"Nothing's wrong, shithead." he snapped in his usual manner, although a little too hoarsely. He clenched his teeth, swallowing hard against another cough.

He didn't see Zoro watching him intently; otherwise he would have noticed the gloomy concern so unusual for the one-eyed swordsman.

There was something strange about the cook, Zoro noticed it during the battle. As a warrior, he was used to keeping an eye on his surroundings and those around him, and after so many years of fighting with and against the cook, he unwittingly learned enough to notice when something was off. And now, as the first mate in this crew, Zoro is obliged to figure out what the problem is and take care of eliminating it in order to avoid further possible troubles. It was just that, nothing else, he told himself.

Well… More like he reminded himself if he was completely frank. Because despite the fact that they had never been close friends, Zoro increasingly caught himself thinking that he was too used to the shitty cook and their constant bickering and fighting. And he missed it when he was away. And now, when there is even the slightest shift in their routine, he notices it and wants to immediately fix it, to make it as it was before. He doesn't want any changes when it comes to Curls.

He does not want.

And so he will watch. And if he doesn’t admit what’s going on, he knows him well enough to know what points to press. Despite the fact that Zoro is not the type of person who would manipulate and deceive, in this situation he is ready to resort to it. It's for the cook's own good, after all.

So now Zoro opened his mouth to demand an answer, but approaching voices and the opening of the kitchen door, followed by a demand for food from their captain, stopped him. Zoro sighed, heading to the table - it looked like the conversation would have to be postponed.

Sanji breathed a sigh of relief when the kitchen door opened and Luffy burst inside from the threshold, stretching out his raking hands to the food that the cook had not even managed to put on the table yet. He had felt the shift in energy from the swordsman earlier and was sure that he was going to try to ask him a question again, so the distraction was very welcome. Sanji wasn't sure how it would have ended if that interrogation had continued. Right now, though, everything has slowly returned to normal with noisy pirates in the kitchen and a table laden with food. It seems that everyone has already recovered a little from the night battle and regained their former bright mood.

Sanji still felt the unnerving crawl under his skin and only hoped that breakfast would pass without incident. He served and smiled as always, showering compliments on the girls and barely having time to knock on the captain’s hands so that he wouldn’t steal food from other people’s plates.

God, he loved this so much. He did not realize that in this short time he had missed such a carefree routine. Everything else seemed like a bad dream now. Unfortunately for him though, good things don't last.

He almost tripped when his heart painfully skipped several beats and rushed forward simultaneously with a sickening sensation somewhere in his guts. It’s good that at that moment he was busy on the side preparing dessert and his hesitation would not be noticeable. Sanji bit his tongue, forcing himself to concentrate on what he was doing. "Not now. Not now." He thought angrily to himself. Oh he was angry. This is good. Anger is better than fear. He can work with it.

He put the desserts aside, about to return to the table to check if anyone needed anything, when the shitty swordsman spoke again and Sanji felt like throwing up.

Zoro ate, not really paying attention to the conversations of others and what was happening around him. It bugged him, but his thoughts kept returning to the night's battle and the cook. He can't say when things changed, but he remembers the moment he noticed the other wasn't moving and called out. He didn't get an answer, but Curly got back into motion, throwing kicks and taking down one opponent after another. He was efficient and precise in his attacks and Zoro remembered that, for some reason, that made him nervous. It looked too off. Too lifeless. Not like his usual cook.

Their, he meant, their cook.

And now, watching him, he clearly saw strange signs. A barely noticeable pallor, a sheen of sweat above his brow and hair that curled and stuck to his neck. He could see the tense shoulders and the overly heaving chest under his clothes as he took deep, careful breaths from time to time. Was the stupid cook injured? He didn't look like it when the battle was over. Zoro probably should tell Chopper, but then again that would have been hypocritical on his part. At the end of the day, Dartbrow is a grown ass man and can take care of himself. And if he himself doesn’t turn to Chopper, it means nothing serious. Right?

Right. But knowing his pride and stubbornness, the cook, just like Zoro himself, will walk around with a wound until he passes out. Hell, why is this suddenly bothering him so much? Shitty shittcook. If he doesn't want to tell Zoro what's wrong, then he knows what strings to pull. After all, he never backs down from a challenge. They both don't.

And so he lowers his chopsticks and places a smirk on his lips, raising his voice.

"Oi, cook! Why don't you eat anything? Or is your shitty food so shitty that it makes you sick?" Zoro knew that he was deliberately provoking the cook in order to force him to take care of himself and finally sit down and eat. But the second those words left his mouth, he regretted them. The conversations at the table faltered for a second and Nami gave him a look that he didn't quite understand, but suspected that it was hiding condemnation. Although no one commented on anything, returning to previous conversations, that second of awkwardness in the atmosphere was enough for Zoro to understand that he had gone too far. Everyone loved Sanji's cooking and even Zoro stopped using the topic as a reason to fight over the years. So now it really did sound overly rude.

Zoro felt angry at himself and at the cook for making him look like an idiot. Although he forgot about it the second he saw how pale the curl had become. He looked sick. But despite this, he did not argue, but defiantly took the plate, placed it firmly on the table, sat down and began to eat. His whole demeanor screamed "Here you go, you shitty Marimo! My food is great!"

Yep, never backs down from a challenge. Zoro felt himself grinning. It was like everything was okay.

Except that it wasn't. And the cook's strengthened grip on the fork to stop the shaking of his hand spoke volumes.

It sent a pang somewhere inside Zoro and he didn't like it. He didn't understand this feeling, so he didn't like it.

This has to stop.

Zoro will need to talk to him after breakfast, since no one else noticed anything.

It's strange how Zoro can go days without thinking about Curly at all, but once something like this happens, he can't seem to think about anything else. And this is a distraction that he wants to get rid of.

He caught Robin's knowing glance at him and frowned. It made him nervous. Zoro quickly returned to his food. Which, by the way, was delicious as always, but for some reason he didn’t feel like eating anymore.

Sanji's guts twisted at the mere thought of eating. By this moment, he already clearly knew that something was seriously wrong with his body. It felt as if something was constantly torn and broken in him, and now, for the first time ever, he was glad of his Germa modifications, thanks to which his body was able to regenerate at inhuman speed. He probably would have been dead by now if not for that.

And of course, right now stupid Marimo had to insult his food so of course he couldn't help but accept the challenge. So he sat down and began to eat, feeling each bite scratch his parched throat and taste like ash. The food threatened to rise back up, but Sanji stubbornly continued to eat until his plate was empty. He caught Zoro's eye and flipped him the bird. By this point everyone had finished their main meal and Sanji stood up for dessert, breathing through his nose and trying not to stagger. He felt hot and cold at the same time and just hoped that he didn't look as bad as he felt. It was a blessing that his team, as always, was engrossed in conversation and did not pay attention to him.

When breakfast finally came to an end and Sanji began unloading the dishes into the sink, he glanced in Zoro's direction, seeing him rise from the table, looking at him with the clear intention of approaching him. Sanji felt his heart nervously speed up, pushing the breakfast he had just eaten closer to his throat. But thank all the gods, the swordsman was stopped by Franky, who declared that he needed another pair of strong hands in some new project and dragged him away from the kitchen. Zoro didn't protest and Sanji hoped that he would forget about him while he was busy. Stupid Marimo suddenly became annoyingly persistent and Sanji had absolutely no idea why. Did he suddenly start caring about the cook? No. Definitely not. He must have just gotten bored, as often happens, and wanted a fight. Well, unfortunately for him, Sanji had no time for that now and Zoro will have to find other fun.

The cup clinked against the plate in the sink as his hand slipped from the glass as something stabbed painfully inside him. The kitchen was finally quiet again when the last strawhat left it and closed the door behind him. He was alone again and Sanji wasn't sure if he was happy about it or not, because without a source of distraction he was fully aware of how shitty he felt. He had work to do but he just couldn't bring himself to move. He seriously began to think that maybe it was worth turning to Chopper. But on the other hand, if his problem cannot be solved by the usual medical means, he will only bring anxiety to the little reindeer and the rest.

The numb feeling of a handprint on his back suddenly reminded him of itself and Sanji felt like he was going to throw up.This time for sure. He tasted blood on his tongue. He hastily turned off the water and rushed to the restroom, covering his mouth with his hand and feeling the blood seep through his fingers and flow down his arm into his sleeve. He barely managed to close the door behind himself and fell to his knees in front of the toilet when his body trembled with a violent spasm, pushing blood and what looked suspiciously like chunks of his own flesh out of his throat. Sanji coughed and shook and felt like he couldn't get enough air into his lungs.

His head hurt from lack of oxygen and tension, but he couldn't stop. The blood continued to rise up his throat and he felt like he was drowning in it. He wasn't sure how long it took until all that came out was dry retching. He spat several times, swallowing, and pushed himself away from the toilet, leaning against the nearest wall while sitting on the floor. Everything was spinning and he forced his eyes open, staring at the ceiling. It was hard to breathe, but he couldn't stay like this, he needed to move and get himself in order. He's not dying, at least not yet. His body, cursed by Germa, is already beginning to heal itself, he can feel it. But for how long and how often. Is there a limit to his regeneration? How damaged his body must be so that he cannot recover. This is so inhumane. It's like he's a thing that can be broken and put back together as if nothing happened. There are not even scars and no one will know.

It's that feeling on his back again, pulling him out of his thoughts and reminding him that he has to move. So he moves. Sanji flushes the toilet, doing a quick job of cleaning up the traces of blood on the floor and tossing the tissues into the trash. He leaned against the door, listening if anyone was nearby, and carefully left the restroom, moving into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

It's a good thing that he kept some spare clothes in a drawer here just in case. They all did, actually. Because it often happened that someone forgot a change of clothes when going to the shower after another game with the captain, which inexorably ended in dirty clothes and bruises.

So now Sanji simply took out another pair of clothes and began to undress. He stopped when he unbuttoned his shirt, inadvertently catching his own reflection in the mirror. He looked terrible. His hair disheveled and stained with blood, as was his face and neck. Thank the gods that no one saw him like that. It’s not that he’s never been seen like this, but it’s one thing when it happens during a battle and quite another in peacetime on a ship.

He doesn't want to make them scared. He doesn't want to upset them. They have enough in their lives for Sanji to add problems to them. That's why he'll try to deal with his own shit himself. He takes a breath and finally takes off his shirt, pauses and then turns his back to the mirror, looking at his reflection over the shoulder. He doesn't know what he expected to see there. Possibly an impact mark or some kind of burn. But definitely not a palm-shaped black ink stain. It also has some runes around the edges. Sanji reaches back and touches the ink with his fingers. It bites back as if full of static. It was weird.

He brought his fingers closer, examining the dark stain on them. It looked dry, like dust, but at the same time did not come off the skin. He looked more closely and almost shuddered when the particles suddenly moved, looking more like miniature needles. The next moment they disappeared under his skin, giving that stabbing sensation again.

"Fucking hell." He cursed under his breath, feeling like he was going to be sick again.

It looks like his situation becoming more and more disgusting. If he got it right, this shit, whatever the hell this is, can move and is migrating somewhere in his body. And worse than that, it can damage him. And kill him, judging by the way his body reacted in the first hours. Was this the work of the fruit user or something else? However, now this is not so important. The important thing is...

"So, you've finally figured it out... Vinsmoke Sanji." It was a whisper, but it seemed that it sounded too loud and was coming from everywhere. Sanji flinched so hard that he almost crashed into the sink. His heart was beating at a crazy speed, he forgot how to breathe. He did not dare to move or say anything, afraid to hear the voice again. Is he really going insane? No, unfortunately, not. Now Sanji was almost sure that he had not imagined the voice, but that it was quite real and that its owner was directly connected with the ink mark. How much worse could things get?

He really shouldn't have asked this question because, as if mockingly, the next second he heard a knock on the bathroom door and a familiar voice.

"Cook! Is that you there? We really need to talk." It was silent for several seconds, clearly waiting for Sanji to respond. "Oi!"

“Fucking, fine!” Sanji barked back, losing his patience completely. Damn Marimo, he has no time for this right now.

"I'll wait here. You won't run away this time." Zoro muttered in response, unusually calm.

Sanji sighed. He's been doing this a lot lately. Well. At least he can still do it, breathe, that is. If Zoro decided to wait for him, then he has no choice but to forget everything and just rush to get himself in order and get it over with.

At least the voice was silent and he's grateful for that.

Sanji hurried to take a quick shower, washing the blood and sweat from his body and hair. Gods, he was disgusting. He brushed his teeth after getting dressed, feeling a little better afterward. He no longer stank and his clothes did not stick to his body so unpleasantly. He could still taste the blood though.

He took a quick look in the mirror to check that everything was fine.

Nothing was fine, judging by his pale face and dark circles under his reddened eyes. He winced as the water dripped from his hair down the collar of his shirt, but Sanji didn't want to waste time drying it.

He wanted to quickly deal with Zoro and leave.

So he opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.

Zoro was glad that he was able to quickly finish with Franky because his thoughts kept returning to the cook and it irritated him. He hurried to the kitchen, hoping that, as always, after washing the dishes and cleaning, he would start making preparations for lunch. But when he opened the door and looked into the kitchen, there was no one there. He looked around the room and found that the dishes were still in the sink and everything remained the same as it was when they all left. It was unsettling, the cook never left his precious kitchen in such a state. Moreover, after standing here for a while, Zoro thought he caught a familiar smell.

The blood.

His gaze ran around and fell down to the floor. There, almost near the door, he saw several dark drops. He crouched down, touching them with his fingers and smearing them. Yes, definitely blood.

Fucking cook.

The Hell "nothing's wrong."

Zoro stood up and hurried to look for him. This time he will force him to confess even if he has to knock it out of the stupid stubborn cook. And he doesn't care how hypocritical it is.

And now, after about half an hour of sitting under the bathroom door, he finally came face to face with Curly. He couldn't do anything other than frown after looking him over. He didn't look good, not his usual self. Not that Zoro thought the cook usually looked good. Of course not.

“So, what do you want from me, mosshead?” His irritated and slightly hoarse voice snapped Zoro out of his thoughts. Without waiting for an answer, Sanji walked back towards the kitchen so Zoro followed, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to be calm. Now is not the time for a fight.

"I want you to talk. As a first mate, I need to know what's wrong with you." Zoro responded, quickening his pace, not allowing him to increase the distance.

"I already said, nothing's wrong" Sanji bit back again.

Yes, sure. Zoro won't back down this time.

"You're lying. You look like crap and I found blood on your damn kitchen floor!" The swordsman could not stand it and barked back. He saw Sanji open his mouth to object again, but Zoro had enough. He grabbed the other man by the shirt and slammed him back into the wall. His eye narrowed dangerously.

"Stop feeding me this crap. Hell.." He growled in his face, his nostrils flared and Sanji suddenly realized with creeping horror mixed with burning embarrassment that Zoro was sniffing like a devil hound. "You stink of blood even though you took a shower. Where is…"

Zoro didn't have time to finish asking where he was injured when Sanji pushed him away from himself, his eyes burning with anger, he looked flushed.

"Get away from me, you stupid fucking idiot!" Sanji almost screamed as he kicked the swordsman into the opposite wall and rushed forward towards the door.

"Oh fuck no, I said not this time!" Zoro growled in response, hurrying after him and again grabbing his shirt, which was already cracking, but the fabric was strong enough not to give in.

The hallway wasn't big enough for them to really fight, so it was more like a bar brawl now, but somehow they ended up on the deck and Sanji high-kicked Zoro with all his might. It didn't land, blocked by the back of Zoro's sword.

"I'm not in the mood to fight, stupid Marimo." Sanji hissed through his teeth, stepping aside. His breathing was ragged. His shirt is crooked with a loose button.

“Then don’t fight, just tell me what’s wrong with you.” Sanji opened his mouth again to answer this but Zoro stopped him. "No. Stop being a stubborn idiot. This is not the place. You are a cook, yes, but you are also a fighter in this crew. You fight on the front lines. You cannot behave so irresponsibly. If you're not at your best, you can become a liability…” Zoro saw the cook flinch at the last phrase. He felt a small voice inside him screaming that he had to stop here. That he shouldn't continue. But he pushed forward. “At best, someone will have to save you, and at worst, your weakness can kill someone. Do you really want that? Be the cause of someone's injury or death because you were too weak, unable to fight and not only protect others but even yourself?"

Zoro barely had time to finish when he had to defend himself from the stream of blows that rained down on him. It looks like he really struck a chord with him. He didn't know how deep though. And if he had known, he would have closed his mouth and never uttered those words.

If he had known how the fight would end this time, he would not have pulled out his sword.

As it was now, Zoro responded to each of Sanji's attacks with equal force. When he remembers their fight later, it was a blur. They kicked and slashed at each other like two wild beasts, screaming and snarling. He remembered how angry the stupid cook was with him, throwing attack after attack, so desperately as if trying to prove something.

At some point, Zoro even forgot what they were fighting about, too absorbed in defense and counter-attack. He shouldn't have though. He should have paid more attention to Curly. Otherwise, he would have noticed that his attacks had become subtly slower and less accurate. Otherwise, he would not have missed this dreadful moment when, during the next attack of the swordsman, the cook suddenly faltered.

With looming horror, Zoro watched as Sanji's legs seemed to become weaker and he lost his support. The cook will not block his attack, will not dodge, he realized. “I won’t make it in time” flashed through his head while he interrupted his own sword strike, trying to divert it to the side.

However, everything happened too quickly and no matter how hard Zoro tried, his blade bit into the side of the cook, cutting through the flesh with the same ease as through the fabric of the expensive shirt that he loved to wear so much and is now irrevocably damaged.

The next moment, Sanji slammed into him with a sudden dead weight, knocking them both onto Sunny's grassy surface. Zoro didn't dare move, feeling the other's blood soaking his shirt. He didn't dare breathe.

He felt that his hand, still gripping the handle of the Wado, began to shake, and he clenched his fingers tighter so as not to cause even more damage to the other. It was becoming slippery, he realized, from the blood running down the sword. The blood of his comrade. The blood of his cook. Their cook, he still corrected himself, with detachment.

Suddenly he remembered the promise made through den den mushi. He remembered that he was ready to fulfill it if necessary because he is a man of his word, but now... he realized, unbearably clearly, that he could never do it. He just wounded the stupid cook. Whether it's accidental or not ,doesn't matter. He shed his blood with the sword, with which he was supposed to protect his comrade as well as the rest of the crew.

He began to suffocate, Zoro realized. So he tried to take air. It was small and not enough.

He didn't care.

The trembling in his hand seemed to spread throughout his body and Zoro clenched his teeth. For some reason he now did not dare to touch the cook. They fought often and almost always ended with superficial cuts here and there and bruises, but not like this. Never like this. They would never fight each other without being sure that the other could handle it and be able to respond equally.

Zoro should have understood, should have realized that the stubborn idiot was out of shape to the point that he couldn’t fight fully. He should have...

He should have.

Zoro drew in a hoarse breath, only now realizing that he had been hearing the voices of the other strawhats somewhere nearby for some time. He couldn't make out the words though. And he didn't care what they said.

He felt hands reaching out to them, about to pull the cook by the shoulders and turn him over, away from Zoro. They didn't seem to understand what was going on.

He felt his sword move, cutting through the flesh above him even more, and in panic grabbed Sanji's shirt, almost growling at the one who tried to pull him away. “Don't...”

The hands stopped instantly and Zoro heard Nami gasp. She probably finally saw the blood underneath them and understood. She probably couldn’t even suspect at first that the sword cut through the other’s side and wasn’t just near him. It was too impossible. Not in this situation.

Not with Zoro holding the sword.

He heard Chopper howl in panic and that's what finally snapped him out of his stupor.

Zoro carefully grabbed Curly by the shoulders and moved with him, changing his position to a sitting one. He forced himself to unclench his fingers, which seemed completely frozen and did not want to let go of the hilt of the sword. His hand shook and he took a breath. It didn't help much.

"Chopper, calm down and get your medical room ready. He's not dying, it's not lethal. It's an accident."

It is an accident. He repeated in his mind, reminding himself that this was not his fault. He wanted to believe it.

He changed his grip on the cook's shoulders, using his other hand to grab him under his knees and lift him off the grass. It was the only way to carry him in this situation. He didn't want to pull out the sword here and risk him bleeding to death. It's better if Chopper does this in his office.

Also, their doctor will be able to examine this idiot and finally find out what’s wrong with him.

Yeah, Zoro, you achieved your goal... are you happy now?

He couldn't help the choked laugh that escaped his throat.

His nakama looked at him as if he had gone mad.

He didn't care.

He tightened his grip on the other man, feeling his breath too hot on his collarbone… his hair too soft. It smelled of smoke and blood.

He didn't like it.

He hurried to the medical bay.

TBC.

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If you were able to read this chapter, thank you very much!

It's time to choose what happens next.

P.S. Read before choosing. The first three options if you want Sanji suffered a little more on the Sunny along with Zoro. The last three if you want the plot to develop faster. Also, the last three options will carry over to the next time if you don't choose them now, with the only amendment being that someone will know about Sanji's problem.

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Jeju’s watering hole chapter one (part one)

genre🌊 summer vacation on jeju island. Action, love, angst!! Friends to lovers/Enemies to lovers

pairings ☀️🌅 reckless Haechan (dongyuck) x reader 🏝 enemy jaemin x reader. (Who does she end up with!? 😱) sorry that was a bit much.

warnings 🌴 mentions of / alcohol consumption, action! Fighting, chasing. Police. Some Obx type stuff!! (Not in this part >>> SMUT groping, sexual tension x100, big dick Hyuck and big duck jaemin 💪🏽😎. Use of nicknames, degrading, and praising. Arguing, probably fights within the friend group. Reader has some metal heath issues, along with her friends.

Note!!! 🪸 I know this is going to be long! And I know a lot of people who read nct fics are looking for something short and simple, but I’ve really been wanting to write a longer fic. With more action. I want to leave the reader interested in more then the people in it, but the plot as well!! So please read thisssss! There isn’t much romance in this part so let’s call it a slow burn series?

Another note: there might be links in this, to show you what things may look like. I also have some song mentioned in there as well. So if you want to understand the vibe a bit more. I would suggest you okay them. Also if this series doesn’t get enough attention I probably won’t continue it. So let’s call this a test run!! 🤭 k bye 😚

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation. But you have a snippet of an idea. Crouched in your friend Yejun’s backyard, along with haechan, and Johnny. Your skin full of goosebumps. Shihyun and yuta aren’t not far behind. Yejun’s dad is outside of his vacation home. His figure is seen clearly, even from this distance. He’s smoking and drinking by himself, seated comfortably on a beach chair.

Loser.

“Are we going around the side?” Mark asks. his presence scared the shit out of you. Guess he’s here too.

Mark

Johnny

Haechan

“Were you not listening to my plan!?” You hear haechan whisper yell to him with a dramatic gesture. “YOU weren’t even listening to YOUR plan, last time I checked YOU forgot the flashlight” mark argues with ‘told you so’ tone.

“I have my phone!”

“Okay shut it!” Johnny finally butts in., ending the little bicker the two had going on. You roll your eyes at the three.

Fucking idiots.

You fight the urge to peak over the bushes and watch Shihyuns dad sip on what you assume is whisky, while his third wife is inside cooking… at 12:37 pm!?. When you do, you laugh when he spills his drink on his white beach shirt, But your are just as drunk as him. You all are.

Why are you doing this!? Why are you sneaking in to kidnap your friend in the middle of the night? Because her dads a bitch, and even though she’s 22, she refuses to ‘disobey him.’

shes ridiculous.

So while your all having a party at the beach, she’s stuck having a ‘family night’ at her beach house.

While lost in your inner dialogue, you accidentally step in a plant full of thorns. You Yelp quietly and the whole group turns to you. Though, undoubtedly, they’ve all been making more noise then you.

“Shhh!” Haechan gestures dramatically and you roll your eyes. the action was much more dramatic and definitely louder then you just were.

Are you sacred? Not really.

Yes, Mr Choi is crazy and your sure he’s on some black list somewhere, and you swear you’ve seen him snort coke in his garage once; you are also almost black out drunk, and all your senses are misplaced. When you near the end of the bushes, Johnny finally speaks up. “There’s a wall that wraps around the house, it starts there. if we run for it we can pass the grass and he won’t-“

“-You want us to run out in the open!?” You ask and peak over at mr Choi once again, his wife had put some plates at the table. “It’s just a couple seconds, he won’t even see us. We got this” Haechan reassures you, and you smile with determination. “It’s dark we’ll be fine” Johnny adds and we get ready to take off.

Right after mark took off, haechan followed. You tensed your body and readied yourself to run. You take a short breath and bolt towards the wall. Your body felt cold, even though you know you’re sweating. Your feet hit the ground only a second apart, as you fly across the lawn. You feel the blood from the thorns drip down your ankles as you run like your life depended on it, until your safely hidden behind the garden wall.

The boys were catching their breath, their chests rising and falling in unison, then you hear giggling. you look up to see marks hands covering his face and Johnny and Haechan are laughing slightly. “Why are you guys laughing?” You whisper. “Mark tripped” Haechan was able to get out through his current state. You want to be upset at their lack of seriousness, but you can just imagine that only mark would trip in a situation like this. You join their silent laughter, steadying yourself against the wall in the mean time.

“Okay you guys can laugh all you want….“ mark starts, he’s trying to be stern and unbothered but his face is full of blush. You can’t touch him but you’re sure he’s burning up. The wind was soft, almost nonexistent, but you feel it picking up. The chills climb up your legs. You start to regret wearing just a shorts, and a oversized t-shirt, over your bathing suit. But in your defence you didn’t think it would be this cold. Your salty hair flys across your face.

“Oh we will” Johnny continues, his hands rested on his knees.

“…But that will only slow us down” he finishes, crossing his arms and lifting his chin towards the full moon.

“It’s okay mark, I’m sure it could’ve happened to anyone” you pat him on the shoulder and move forward. The moon tonight, was actually quite bright. Brighter then usual, it was beautiful.

“Okay we need to climb the wall to get to the roof.” You begin, grabbing at the top of the stone to hoist yourself up. “I’ll go fist because if anyone is fitting through the window.. it’s me” Johnny places his hands on the back if your bare thighs to lift you onto the wall. “Are you calling me fat?” One of then questions, you laugh to yourself, shaking you head in the process. Since you are on the side of the house, mr Choi and his wife can’t see the four of you. Once you’ve steadied yourself onto the wall to reach for the shed roof. When you know the tiles are stiff and not loose, you hop up, placing your knee onto the lower surface to climb up completely.

Your feel like maybe being on a roof while drunk, probably isn’t the bed idea…

Crawling to the first window, you check to see if the room is clear. The lights were on, a desk placed in the centre, surrounded by bookshelves and papers scattered everywhere. Lamps where on, along with the fan.

An office…

Not going in there.

So as you hear the other guys behind you begin to make their way up, you move to the next window. You place your hands on either side of your face to look through, it was dark, but it looked like a kids room. So you move your hands to the latch of the window and lifted it open.

Slipping in with ease. Your feet blindly looking for the floor. Once you’ve made it inside. You turn to face the actual room.

“Hello?”

A small figure with hair covering it’s face was stood in front of you. It was wearing a night gown along with long socks, and it’s hands were placed at its sides. “Holy shit!” You jump back against the windowsill, your back hitting the wood in the process. “Y/n Unnie?” The thing reaches for a bedside lamp and pulls on the string to turn it on. When the light illuminates the room, you realize the monster you thought the Choi family kept in a room was actually Yejun’s little step sister, kimdal.

“Shit kid, what the heck are you doing standing in the dark?!” You place your hand over your chest, and remember your objective. “Sorry Unnie”

“It’s okay, where’s your sister?”

You know kimdal pretty well, she’s quite nosey but what kid isn’t? She’s cute and nice, and the typical younger step sister. You begin looking around her room, bolting to the first door your eyes land on to look for the hallway.

The first door you opened was a closet, the door was decorated with a Disney princess with long yellow hair, it dragged down to the bottom of the wood. Not that one- the second was a bathroom. The bathroom was decorated with lanterns and flowers. Nope- Maybe go for the door that has the light shining under it? Hallway lights?

Yes! Gotcha!

“Are you picking her up? Can I come with you?” Kimdal follows you about her room, when you open the door to the narrow hallway, you make sure to hide behind it, to peak and make sure no one is in the hallway. She does the same, even though this is her home. “Are you old enough to drink alcohol?” You ask her, you not exactly fully focused on the conversation, your mind is sorta preoccupied. “I’m nine!” She giggles and holds onto your shirt with her tiny hands.

When you’ve made sure the hallway was empty you turn back to kimdal, and crouch to her level.

“Then I guess your stuck in your tower repunzle. Listen kimie, I need you to point to which room your sister is in. Okay?” You whisper, holding her small hands in yours. “Is this a secret mission?” She asks. you smile at her while nodding. She nods back in determination, her eyebrows pinched and a bright smile plastered on her face. “Her room is the one right in front of the stars. But she’s in the shower and probably nakie”

“Nakie? I don’t mind seeing Yejun in her birthday suit” You jump at the voice that came from the window. Haechan butted in, one leg inside the room while the rest of his body remained outside. Kimdal knows all of us. In a way we technically raised her. However she never fails to ask the same question each time she sees the boys. “Are you her boyfriend?” She asks the boy who is definitely having a hard time getting into the room quietly. “Hurry up you ass!” mark complains, from outside on the roof. “There’s a kid in here! Don’t curse you fucking idiot!” Haechan argures, but immediately covers his mouth when he hears the words leave his lips.

“Wow… I’m friends with absolutely geniuses” you palm your face and try not to smile. Kim laughs then looks to you and copied your face palm. Cute. “Okay I’m going” you tell the boy whose finally made it inside. Then quickly shift down the hallway, keeping your footsteps as light a possible.

The further down the lit hallway you got, the louder the sound of water running and music playing, got.

‘505 by arctic monkeys’

She has your music taste. You’ve taught her well. You nod smiling to yourself.

When you see the beginning of the stairs, you slip into the room that stood in front of it. Then, you softly close the door behind you. Then, you turn around to see Yejun staring at you in utter disbelief. She was stood right in front of her bathroom door, steam slipping through the cracks. Her hand was holding up A towel that hung around her chest, and one wrapped around her hair.

“Holy shit-“ she smiles, a laugh at the end of her statement.

“-woah, is this one of those ‘everything showers?’ Di-did you shave?” You joke. Eyeing her hair free legs, and a moisturizing face mask in her hand.

“Anything to get out of ‘family time’ you know?.” She starts with a shrug. “Are you fucking crazy!? What are you doing here!?” She drops the packet on the bed and waddles towards you, to engulf you into a huge hug. “You act like it’s been years- it’s been two days-“

“-two very long days!” She hops, with you in her arms. Squealing in excitement. the towel wrapped around her, threatening to slip down her frame.

The door swings open and you both jump away to ready yourself to die at the ripe age of 21, But you only find haechan, mark, and Johnny in the doorway. “Wow the whole parties here? Get out I’m basically naked!” She whisper yells to them. They all immediately look away, as if she isn’t almost fully covered with a towel. “Go go go!” She waves them out of the room, then Turns back to you. A line of questions leave them as they are pressured back into the hallway. “Where are we supposed to go!?” “What?!” “In the middle of the hallway?” The door shuts and you giggle.

“Okay get ready, grab some clothes, you can stay at my place! We might go back to the beach-“ you begin and she pulls the towel from her head, her wet hair falls to her shoulders.

“My dads gonna kill me” she laughs again, but starts looking for clothes none the less. The music changed to the next song before she turned it off.

‘Hell N Back by Bakar’

One of your favourites.

When she finally puts some clothes on, she begins stuffing items in her bag:

A charger

Her laptop

Headphones

Shoes

A couple pairs of shorts

And one bathing suit

That’s it.

Everything else she would need, you have for her. Clothes, her t-shirts, an extra toothbrush, and towels. You two basically live together all the time. She throws the bag over her shoulder and grabs her phone. You push yourself off the wall you had been leaning on while she packed. “Okay let’s go. How’d you get in?” She Questioned, her hand resting on the nob of the door. “Your sisters room” you shrug and she laughs. “That must’ve been fun. Yuta, Shihyun? The girls?” She’s asking ‘where are they?’.

“Yuta is the get away driver, Shihyun is the watch. The others are still at our place. Now let’s go! Clock is ticking-“

“HEY! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS IN MY HOUSE!?”

You both freeze at the sound of Mr Choi yelling from the bottom of the stairs. Loud and quick footsteps could be heard before the boys barge back into Yejun’s room. Then they shut the door and haecahn leans against it. As if holding it closed. “We’ve been made” he informs, out of breath and his eyes are nearly popping out of his head.

“No fucking shit Sherlock” you squint your eyes at him while you and yejun sarcastically respond at the same time.

“Yejun! Why the fuck are your friends here!?”

His voice sounded closer now. You all look to yejun. The silence was loud. Fear evident in all of you. “Okay, Okay,okay” she freaks for a second before turning to her window. You all follow her. One by one climbing out of her room.

Yejun first. She slips out with ease.

“Open the door Yejun!! NOW!” The door handle was shaking violently. “You promised you would spend family time together the next four days! If you don’t come out now I’m calling the police on your friends!”

She’s already made it out the window.

Mark was next, he crawled out as fast a possible, laughing when he heard Yejun yelp at something.

Why can’t we ever take things seriously!?

“Sorry dad, I can’t hear you while in the shower!“ she yells, busy trying to help Johnny steady himself on the roof. “Fucking shit-“ he mutters. No doubt calling the cops now.

God does this guy have anger issues.

“Haechan hurry the hell up!?”

“Hold up! I had too much fucking zebra cakes, my ass is too fat-“ you smack his shoulder as hard as you possibly could. Your eyes focused on the door, and the handle.

This is all normal. And you are not freaking out. One of those statements was a lie. You always freak out when this stuff happens.

“Honey just let her go- we have all summer, let he be with her friends for bit“ you hear Kimdal’s mom try to calm him. “No she needs to learn that there are consequences for everything!” You hear a couple more words exchanged between the two parents on the other side of the door. but you’re the last to leave the room. And you are far too busy to care about their argument. Your focus remained on leaving in one piece.

The door swings open when both your feet meet the tile roof. You turn back and make eye contact with Yejun’s father, his face full of fury. “You too y/n? Come on now-“ you don’t care for his next words, closing the window behind you.

“How did you guys get caught!?”

Yejun asks as the starts slowly heading to the edge of the roof.

“Haechan fucking pushed me down the stairs!”

“No! When we left his office- mark pushed me into Yejun’s stepbrothers room! You know how awkward that is!?”

“Shut up!”

You yell from behind all of them. When you look over the edge, you see only her pool, the garden wall must’ve ended at the side of the house.

Perfect.

You can feel your breath sped up, your hands forming into fist as drenaline shoots through your body. The sound of your heart beat pounds through your ears. All your senses heightened, and a smile spreads across your face at the familiar feeling.

The window opens again. “Yejun! Get back into the house now!” You all turn to her dad then back to the pool in one Swift motion. This wouldn’t be your first time jumping into a pool from the roof.

“Shit! Boy are we lucky!” Johnny laughs, a huge smile plastered on his face before he jumped down into the pool. You all cheer and follow. Of course mark flips into the pool and yejun follows, but not before gently dropping her bag down onto a beach chair, that was situated next to the pool deck. Probably praying the impact on her laptop isn’t too bad. turning to face the house, she swings her arms back then foward while squatting to gain momentum. Then she jumps back, When she’s over the water, her arms wrap around her knees to complete the backflip into the pool. The splash of the water, basically flying through the air in front of you. The sound of water hitting the house excited you even more. You scoot to the very end, until your legs hang off the side. Then you hop in after them, and ready yourself for the water. Squeezing your eyes shut and plugging your nose.

It’s cold but the water feels nice. When you float back to the top you swim towards the wall. The water was splashing manically, naturally. Haechan reaches his hand out to you, you gladly accept his aid, gripping into his forearm as he helps you lift yourself out of the water.

“We are free! Woah!” Yejun jumps around, grabbing her bag, then turning back to you to take your hand. Dragging you to the back yard, she was beaming as she skipped through the grass. The lights around the pool causing the pattern of the water to reflect onto your skin. Johnny’s jumping up and down in excitement. A huge smile plastered across his face, he’s shaking marks shoulder and screaming lines of pure joy. Mark does not look too happy about being swung around.

You all run and follow mark back to the ‘get away car’ where Shihyun stands in the bed of the trunk. As you are running, your eyes stay focused on marks back, flashes of lights from the house are the only things lighting up the big backyard. Still, you have trouble observing your surroundings. None of you bother being secretive anymore, running and cheering as you made your way back to johnny’s white Ram truck 25000. Shihyun yells with a huge smile when she sees yejun. You can also hear daejung laughing in the drivers seat, surly glad to see yejun after such a long weekend. The car engine roars and you hop in the back of the truck along with Shihyun.

“About time! I’m guessing you got caught? Why are you all wet?” She questions, lifting yejun so she can climb in as well. “It rained! What do you think?” She responds sarcastically. Johnny hoped into the passages seat and mark hoped in the back, slamming the door behind him. Haechan joined you and the girls in the bed, sitting down and leaning against the rim to catch his breath.

He was definitely winded. You tried not to laugh when he cries out in agony. “Fuck!”

You want to bring up the fact that you had to run with a bloody, thorn filled ankle, and he’s on the brink of death over a forty yard run.

Then you all take off. The car drifts to the left as the car lunges out of the driveway of their ‘guest house’. The truck revealing itself form behind the trees and bushes. The guest house It was a light green colour and surrounded by palm trees. Different then your aunts, but in your very ‘professional’ opinion; your aunts are better.

The ride was bumpy and the wind flys through your hair. The sounds of sirens in the distance only causes Daejung to speed up. Passing other beach homes and small stores:

Surf shops

Shake bars

Drinking bars

Seafood places

Antic shops

Motels

Your family’s resort (gin mills brewery resort)

Etc

(Yes that’s why your home is called ‘jejus watering hole’)

“They called the cops!?” Shihyun exclaimed, gripping into the sides of the truck to balance herself, as we adventure through the ridged sand roads. Every so often the back wheels will lift off the ground, causing the four of you to be thrown around.

“Noooo that’s an ice cream truck!” Haechan throws his hands in the air with a snarky smile.“Your dad is absolutely ridiculous Junie” Shihyun expresses, ignoring Haechan’s comment. Yejun nods with a laugh, keeping her eyes on the road behind her, her hair flowing in the same direction as yours. You stare at her for a moment… her highlights look so natural, and the hair clip she has holding the upper half of her locks, is hanging for dear life. “What if they follow us?” Shihyun adds when no one fills the silence. “It’s fine, the police will arrive and my dad will just call it off like always” Yejun waves her off, know that hyunie isn’t actually worried.

You don’t regret your mission at all. Risking getting caught, or maybe even possibly DIEING!? All for yejun? Of fucking course! Your Friends come before anything. This summer won’t last forever; August will swing around the corner faster then you want it to. Then your friends will go back to college for another year. And you’ll be stuck on the island by yourself, and you refuse to waist anytime.

You sit back as the truck takes a soft left turn onto the town. The lights from shops are beautiful. Different colours filling the sky, people walking about the town. Women in long bathing suit covers and gowns. Kids on vacation with their families: riding around on scooters and bikes. Dogs roaming free about the streets, begging snow birds for their left overs. It was a feeling you wouldn’t trade for anything.

The stars are still clearly seen, the sounds of the beach and waves can still be heard over music, cars and people. It was euphoric. A feeling you can only enjoy with your family. You look back at the girls and Heachan to find them talking about plans for tomorrow; something about bridge jumping?

You smile at them, watching them argue over silly little things. You feel blessed to be surround by the people you love, even if it is only for two more months.

This is your family, the people you’ve grown up with. The people who leave after every summer to go back to school. The family who always checks up on you; calling, texting, visiting. All of the above. You don’t want them to leave this time. You can’t even remember what you do when they aren’t here… when you’re alone- but you don’t want to either- You don’t want to be alone again.

When the noise of the town fades, the road is dark and the only sounds heard are the car, and the crys of cicadas, the noises creating a calm dark atmosphere. The outline of trees almost blend in with the night sky above them, shapes of tree branches and pole lines ar edge only thing surrounding the road. As you drove past them, even in the dark, you can recognize your favourite climbing tree., the tree you broke your left foot on, the tree you all built a tree house on. And the tree you all swing from to jump into a small lake.

Your favorite tree.

Then, lights approach ahead. Your aunts beach resort was nearing. Everyone sat up to get a good look at the view, as you drove downhill. Buildings filled with families on vacation; staying in nice hotel rooms. Visitors in the pools, that are lit up beautifully. And aunt iseal’s home lays at the side of the resort. Her Exclusive guest houses are stationed next to it. The cost of the beach houses range about 67% more then the original hotel rooms, But it’s always worth it. They are closer to the beach and have more advantages then the normal rooms.

Yours: the ‘watering hole’ was placed right at the end, closest to the beach. It lays right on the edge of the small rocky cliff. Now don’t get me wrong, you aren’t living in one of these luxury guest houses for free. You bought it yourself- with your aunts help of course. The beautiful small building was your home. It was everyone’s home.

Fairy lights lit the entire sunspot, along with the roads leading to it. The grand entrance was decorated astonishingly, But that’s not where you guys where heading. So when the truck took a big left turn towards the guest houses, no one questioned, as usual. this is the way to your house after all. The vehicle slowly nearing the sounds of waves and cheers of the beach party.

When the truck finally comes to a stop at your house, everyone hops out of the truck. Swinging their feet over the wall and landing on the sand. “That was great! Honestly this is why we should stick to my plans more often” Haechan boasts, hes already heading up the sandy wooden steps to your front door. The sound of people near the beach loudens as they cheer. “Right, because getting the cops called, was all a part your plan?” Daejung asked, closing the driver door, and making his way to the trunk. “I created excitement, your telling me you weren’t having fun?” Haechan turned to him, walking backwards towards the now opened door.

Daejung wouldn’t lie, it was fun, so instead of giving haechan what he wants, he chuckled lightly and shakes his head. Refusing to give in to him “Exactly! Alright y/n let’s go, I need to show you something I found” then he’s gone, disappeared inside, probably booking it straight to your room. He didn’t even give you a chance to respond.

“That was crazy! God I missed summer!” Mark announces, wrapping his arms around yejun and lifting her into the air. “You say that like it isn’t summer now?” She giggles, placing her hands on marks shoulders. “It’s only been two weeks and I feel like we are moving too fast-“

“Mr Choi actually scares me! And I didn’t even see him. But I’m telling you- I heard him screaming form the car” Shihyun informs, helping daejung pull some surf boards out of the bed of johnnys truck.

“I think the whole island heard him-“ Johnny joins everyone in laughter at his simple joke. When you all unload the truck, you make your way up the steps of you beach house. The others run down to join the party that’s taking place near the water: Bon fires, fireworks, music, four wheelers, and who knows what else.

•••

When your inside, you find Chaewon passed out on your couch. yunjin is playing karaoke games with Taeyong, and Doyoung. You giggle while they dramatiy sing a sad, depressing songs through your speakers. The smell of alcohol attacks your nose, as you make your way near them. They must be having one hell of a time. When they see you they beam, the whites of their teeth blinding you.

“I’m guessing the mission was a success?” Taeyong asks, his hands form a thumbs up, then the fillip up and down questioning-ly.

“‘Went perfect as always!” You chirp with a smile. Doyoung was too busy singing his heart out to greet you, but yunjin gives you a quick side hug, then continues belting purposely to piss off doyoung. While they argue about her pitch, Taeyong interrupts.

“Wait- your ankle is bleeding, are you okay?” He pushes, standing up from his seat on your couch, to get a better look. You place your hands in front of you, to stop his movements and giggle. “Relax, I’ll go clean it now” you pat his chest reassuringly and make your way to Haechan. “If that gets infected I’m never coming over again!” He yells from his previous place in your living room.

•••

When you open the door to your room, haechan is on his phone, sitting at the end of your bed. His hand is caressing his chin in thought. You can’t help but laugh at how silly he looks. “Are you solving another mystery Sherlock Holmes?” You shut the door behind you, leaning up against it to wait for his response.

He glanced up at you, then around the room. He looked as if he was debating whether or not to reveal some information.

“I took something from Yejun’s place…” he begins, you eye him suspiciously, crossing your arms over your chest. “You have to promise you won’t freak out, okay?” He adds, You push off the wall. “What is it? a gun?” You joke, taking a seat next to him.

He doesn’t respond, he only lifts his shirt to take out an object tucked into his waistband.

It was a fire arm. You jump slightly when he holds it in front of you.

“You stole a gun!!? From Mr Choi?!” You break out. Haechan’s hand immediately flys up to cover your mouth. You wiggle away from his hands. “Lee donghyuvk!“ you ready yourself to scold him. You eyes still wide and mouth held agape.

“What? He had it out in the open, In his office, and it was off safety mode- or whatever it’s called. I couldn’t let him have it!” Haechan lifts his shoulders defensively.

You furrow your brows and glare at him. “So you thought it would be a better idea for YOU to have it!?” He cocks his head back a bit. An almost laughable look on his face. He adjusts himself on your mattress before responding.

“What do you mean!? You don’t trust me?” He points at you. You jump back again and lift your hands in the air. The firearm was pointed at you unintentionally.

“Not when it’s still off safety lock, pointed at me, and you’re fucking finger is rested on the trigger!?” You yell. He looks down at the weapon, then back to you, then back to it once again.

“Oh shit- right my bad-“ he lowers the gun, and fixes the trigger lock. You scoff at his recklessness. Then you take a second think, beads of sweet form on your forehead, and your leg begins to bounce against the ground.

You let out a sigh, staring at the gun in his hand.

“We have to give it back” You nod to your self. Knowing that is the best decision. Then look back to him. “Nononono are you crazy? If I give it back he’ll probably shoot me with it. He’s definitely noticed it’s gone now-“

“-Oh my god- what the hell are we going to do?” You place your hands over your face. He’s right. You don’t exactly like the idea of Yejun’s father having a gun laying around, ready to be used.

“Relax- I have a plan” haechan past your head, foolishly tossing the firearm on the bed.

“Of fucking course you do- maybe- maybe we can clean it off and throw it out on the street somewhere, and someone will find it and return it-“ you begin, thinking and talking at the same time. Your eyes travel between his, anxiously.

“Y/n, what do you think he was planing to do with this gun huh? On his desk.. ready to be shot? We already know he’s fucking crazy- and I mean, you hear how much Yejun talks about how abusive he is right-“ he places both hands on either side of your arms, trying to reason with you. You refuse, only shaking your head.

“Stop Hyuck stop!-“

“She’s always going on about how much he argues with his wife and his step kids- always talking about how her dad always threatens to ‘kill’ them-“

You throw his hands off you and point at his chest. “Haechan! Stop! You know how Yejun feels about how we always talk down about her father- she loves him-“

“What if he’s planing to hurt someone- hurt her“ you hesitate for a moment. The thought of anyone hurting any of your friends was always a soft spot for you. And of course haechan knows that.

“With what evidence!? Huh? A fucking gun? That ridiculous, who’s going to believe us?” You question, crossing your arms, your leg still bouncing against your floorboards.

“That’s why I told you I have a plan”

Great… when have any of those gone wrong?

End note: if you see anything that needs to be spell checked, please lmk. Any questions? PLEASE lmk. Any recommendations? Please let me know!! 😚

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paraskao · 1 year

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Insspired by this post

Imagine Kazuki, Rei and Kyu having a group chat called "my family 🤪🥰" or smth like that

Kazuki initiated the idea; every day he sends there pictures or gifs like these

He also spams with Miri's photos, drawings, etc., and he is the one organising all the events like birthdays and anniversaries. And whenever he posts something on Instagram he sends it to there

When games Rei plays suggests him to "share this link with two friends and get an alpaca skin for free! ❤️🧡💛💚" or "congratulations! you've spent 5 000 hours in this game! share with friends!" he sends it to this chat. He also spams with Miri's photos, but they're way messier and are sent with a goal to help choose an outfit for her("what r kids supposed to wear to daycare?", "do you think I should add an extra T-shirt if it's snowing today?"). Man is pathetic but he's trying his best

Kyu is the one asking what does Miri want for Christmas/B-day/any other holiday and kindly suggesting to help pick her from daycare if he knows her papas are busy. He also sends some child care articles he found somewhere.

Miri sometimes steals her papa's phone(more likely Rei's ig) and sends there video's of her ranting about daycare, family, cartoons and other childish stuff and this is the only type of media which Kyutaro replies to with emojis(a huge amount of them, even).

They also have group calls and long talks about anything and everything.

#buddy daddies #headcanon #headcanons #bd #anime #anime headcanons #anime headcanon #kazuki kurusu #kurusu kazuki #suwa rei #rei suwa #miri unasaka #unasaka miri #kyutaro kugi #kugi kyutaro #kazurei #found family

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brilla-brilla-estrellita · 10 months

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Snowbaz & Co Barbie Outfits

I was chatting with a few others in discord and we were all in agreement that Simon and Baz would absolutely be going to see Barbie, and would be bringing Mordelia, Petra, and Sophie along.

But what would they wear?

This is how I’ve spent my job hunting free time over the last few weeks.

Pink and nonsense below the cut.

Petra

I feel like she’s a total horse girl. She spends all of her time thinking about horses and drawing horses and riding horses both real and imaginary. When Baz tells her they’re going to dress up for the movie, Petra is ready with her pink accessories to be Equestrian Barbie. There are a few versions of this Barbie, but I wasn’t that into them. Petra can do better. I asked my horse-riding friends how they would Barbie-fy the standard English riding look, and they said pink accessories. So:

Let’s start with our base equestrian look. White top with pink lining on the collar/cuffs, beige or... whatever color that is for the breeches, and field boots (I hear this is what they are called?). Then we add the pink accessories! (Yes, that is a unicorn on the end of that crop). Hot pink breeches optional. I’m foregoing the riding coat because it’s summer and we just don’t need that extra layer, but it does really pull the look together, and I did find a suuuuuper cute pink one.

I don’t know anything about riding, especially English riding, so don’t come at me if this doesn’t make any sense (I would like to know how you would Barbie-fy your own riding look, though!).

Links: Base Outfit (left), Gloves, Crop, Helmet Cover, Breeches

Sophie

Sophie heard “wear pink” and knew just the dress for the occasion. This was the dress she wore for her most recent birthday party (because they totally have super posh, fancy kid birthdays that require nice new dresses, right?). I’m pretty sure the twins are somewhere around 10 now, and this is definitely something I would have worn as a 10 year old.

My inspiration for Sophie’s look was the 2010 Modern Princess Barbie (left) and the 2011 Cut ‘N Style Princess (right).

Links: Barbie Modern Princess (left), Dress, Barbie Cut ‘N Style Princess (right)

Mordelia

I imagine Mordelia goes immediately to a retro look. She’s around 15 at this point and could totally be into makeup and fashion. I like to imagine she’s kind of artsy, and while she’s the perfect age to be in her emo phase (which I would love for her to have), I understand this is not a “thing” anymore among the youths. Either way, I like to think Mordelia is a bit of a chameleon and floats around to whatever style inspires her at the moment. (Am I projecting? Yes. Yes, I am.)

I think she would prefer to go for the original 1959 Barbie with the black and white swimsuit (bodysuit?) and sunglasses, but Baz insists on pink (or Simon... yeah... it’s definitely all Simon). So they compromise on a modern take on the Flower Power era of the 60s and 70s. The dress has the large-scale, brightly colored floral print and miniskirt of the 60s with the bell sleeves more common in the 70s. I used this 1969 P.J. Talking doll for inspiration.

She goes all-out on the makeup with the recently revived and renovated mod eye look (top left) and sort of clumped, thick bottom lashes (bottom right) (there’s got to be a better way to describe that....). And the knee-high white boots, of course. She’s really just an amalgamation of all the most fun trends of the 1960s.

Can you tell I had the most fun with this one?

Links: Mod-inspired Eye Makeup (top left), Dress, P.J. Talking doll, Boots, Classic Mod Eye Makeup (bottom right)

Simon

I had a really hard time with both of the boys. But here we are. As soon as I saw the 1982 Ken Fashion Jeans, I knew that was my inspiration for Simon. It just felt so right. Though I didn’t use the actual jeans part as the inspiration, I did go with another 80s jean staple: acid wash jeans. And imagine the light pink shirt is actually the most obnoxious hot pink you can think of.

I like to think Simon already had both of these pieces in his closet. Baz will be ensuring those top buttons stay undone all day, as god intended.

Honorable mention to this shirt that also has a Simon-look-alike for a model (tbh I still think maybe I should pick that one every time I look at it) and this basically mesh shirt.

Links: Soft Pink Knit Shirt (top left), Hot Pink Polo (top right), Acid Wash Jeans, Ken Fashion Jeans doll

Baz

The one that I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for that I’m also sure is going to disappoint... Baz. Boy did I struggle with Baz. What would he wear? A suit? More casual? More costume-y? Ultimately I decided casual since everyone else would be casual, it’s summer, and, more importantly, I couldn’t find any hot pink floral suits for men.

Once I narrowed it down to casual, I still couldn’t decide. I didn’t even have a good reference for inspiration. Nothing felt quite Baz. Honestly, I need help.

I think I’ve settled on this large-scale floral print on the top left that feels like a very Barbie-esque print, but it’s not quite right. It for sure needs to be a little less boxy and a little more tailored like the slightly more classic Bazzy floral shirts below. The cherry blossoms (top right) are pretty and pink, but not quite Barbie and not quite Baz. The bottom left seems the most... typical? Not a bad choice (aside from the fact that Baz absolutely would not shop at Target or Walmart where I found this shirt). The bottom right is a little more bold and has the hot pink, but... I’m just not sure.

And of course we need a good “Baz, you’re wearing jeans!” moment. Why is there a picture of Trent Crimm/James Lance instead of jeans on the left, you ask? When is a photo of Trent Crimm not relevant to Baz? He’s wearing jeans, isn’t he?

Links: Beautiful James Lance in Jeans, Large-Print Floral Shirt (top center), Cherry Blossoms Shirt (top right), Small Floral Print Shirt (bottom center), Shiny and Bold Floral Print (bottom right)

What do you all think? Which top is the most Baz x Barbie? Has anyone else thought about what everyone would wear to see Barbie? I’d love to see!

#Snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #mordelia grimm #barbie movie #i seriously spent so much time on this #and i still can't decide which shirt baz should wear #if any #what if they're all actually bad options #what do i do???

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athousandbyeol · 9 months

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discussion #7 (only friends): mew's loneliness— isolation of mew's hidden madness (light versus dark)

mew is a very interesting character to me because he's so layered and mysterious. everyone thinks he's A when he's definitely not only A but B, C, D, etc.

i've mentioned this in my previous posts, we don't really know mew's intention and his thought process. even when top is crying while hugging him, mew doesn't shed a tear despite being the victim of top's lies.

it's so fascinating that mew has so many walls surrounding him and they don't break. people don't break him— well, probably top will— but mew isn't one to lament his sadness. instead of spiralling in despair, mew will rise and seek revenge.

this will be a very short post. i just want to emphasise mew's facial expression which i find eerie and bone-chilling (again, kudos to p'book for this excellent portrayal of mew).

is it loneliness or madness?

there's this scene in the trailer that catches my attention from the first watch. it's the scene when top says, "mew might have many friends, but he has only one boyfriend." afterwards, he takes mew away from (seemingly) ray's house (i guess he's throwing a party or something).

my speculation is mew might've been the one driving. so mew will drive back to his place and top sees him off like in this bts picture;

and top (adorably) waves goodbye at mew (i can't find that post to link this with... i'm sorry...)

however, i wonder if top calls boston or it's the other way around because this shirt top is wearing—

—is what he wears when he meets boston.

top is sitting on the passenger's seat which somehow strengthens the idea that boston is the one seeking top that (rainy and cold) night. and the rest... well, the car broke.

however, something else catches my interest.

this.

when i saw it for the first time, my heart truly shattered. he looked so lonely. mew seemed so hopeless and isolated, helplessly staring at the fishes in the aquarium, probably contemplating the promises top made or the i love you top said before they parted.

but then it hit me— mew is crazy. in a good way (?). he's downright insane that it gave me tingles (and still do).

i think there are so many ways to perceive this shot of mew. but i believe there's a reason why there's more emphasis on the light from the aquarium and the darkness of mew's room.

light (what people think of mew)

many of us collectively agree that mew is kind. in the intro post, p'book explained mew is helpful and honest. he's willing to do anything for his friends if they're in need of help.

the light that rains on half of his face indicates mew still has that in him— kindness. empathy. if nothing triggers the ugly side of him, this is what we'll get from mew— his unrelenting kindness.

dark (what we don't see)

it's ironic how the room isn't entirely black. there are tinges of dark blue— somehow parallel to the aquarium or the ocean— blue, deep and vast.

the darkness that covers the other half of mew's face signifies the monster mew hides (or he never knows of its existence until top turns his world downside up). it's blue, seemingly a positive colour. but blue can also mean passiveness and sadness.

i guess, at this point in their relationship, mew is starting to get hints of top's dishonesty. but he's still unsure because as if he's drowning, he only sees top as a saviour and not a betrayer. he can't wrap the possibilities of top cheating on him because how can top still say he loves mew even when he's seeing someone else? that doesn't make sense, yes?

additionally, it's also ironic (and heartbreaking) how this scene might be shown in between the topboston scene (or before/after). it adds so much to the depth of mew's sadness and isolation because mew might believe top is already at home or somewhere else but fucking his best friend in a damn car. i believe mew's light will fade the more top lies to him.

there's madness in those eyes that hides the surging anger so well. behind those glasses and that aloof expression, mew is somewhat already sensing the doom of his relationship with top. but he can't point fingers at top yet— not when pieces of evidence aren't enough to back him up. but this is the headstart for mew. this is when his light begins to disappear.

conclusion

mew is seriously playing with my sanity and morality because i'm team mew of all people but this guy... wow. just what on earth is going on in that pretty head of yours, mew?

i'm taking this chance to applaud p'book's acting again. he's amazing. there's so much to mew that is still yet to explore and i'm so thrilled to unravel and witness the changes mew will show throughout the series. i hope whatever the directors/scriptwriters and p'book have built up for mew won't go to waste. if mew is everything we thought he is and isn't, this will be p'book's best craft to date (but cher will always be my number one <3)

anyway, it's tomorrow.

are we ready to give only friends a try?

[1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (i) | 4 (ii) | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12]

#ofts #only friends #only friends the series #only friends series #ofts discussion #ofts analysis #ofts meta #analysis #discussion #meta #mew only friends #top only friends #topmew #book kasidet #force jiratchapong #forcebook #mew's brief character study #na discusses

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duckybarnes1917 · 1 year

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Your Eyes Outshine The Town…Chapter 3

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

Summary: It’s snowing! So of course you and Bucky end up in a very competitive snowball fight. Amongst the fun, confessions are made and new kinks are discovered 👀

Warnings: SMUT. Sub Bucky. Steve is a dick but Bucky still loves him. Remember these chapters are from my long fic and I have posted some of this smut before as one shots.

*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*

The next couple of days were a whirlwind of Christmas festivities—ice skating had been just the beginning. Between making sure Bucky was having the best Christmas possible, staying vigilant against the Tracksuits, and trying to ignore the festering feelings over Stephan’s death that you refused to deal with—you were exhausted. You woke up later than usual—you sat up and stretched; Bucky was gone, his side of the bed long cold. The sound of Christmas music brought a smile to your lips. You slipped your feet into fuzzy slippers and pulled one of Bucky’s henleys over your head before making your way to the living room.

You paused and leaned against the wall; Bucky was sitting in the middle of the room, which he had decorated while you were asleep, trying to wrap a gift. You bit back a laugh as he shook his hand in an attempt to get a piece of tape to lay straight and huffed in annoyance when it just stuck together.

“Need some help there, Buck?”

Bucky looked up and smiled. “Good afternoon; I was about to come check your pulse.”

You stood next to him and ran your hands through his hair. “Whatever—what are you doing?”

“Well, I put the decorations up, and I went to pick up your gift—I wanted to have everything done before you got up, but the tape is holding me up.”

You giggled and sat on your knees next to him. “Here, let me help.” You took his hand and peeled off the failed pieces of tape. “You hold the paper; I’ll do the tape.”

Bucky did as you said and smiled proudly at you when the wrapping was done. “My first time wrapping a gift in decades—it could have gone worse.”

“You’re so cute; come here,” you giggled and pulled him by his shirt to your lips; he tasted like coffee and peppermints—a swirl of Christmas on your tongue. “I love the decorations; it feels like a real Christmas now.”

“And look,” Bucky pulled you off the ground and to the kitchen window. “It’s snowing!”

“Oh fuck yes!” You turned to Bucky with keen eyes, and you didn’t have to say anything else.

“Get dressed; I wanna take you somewhere.”

“Okay!” You said giddily.

Bucky kissed you before you could pull away, sliding his hands up the back of your thighs to squeeze your ass. He gave it a light smack before letting you go.

“Hey, what was that for?” You pushed his chest playfully.

“You know you can’t wear this shirt without repercussions. Now hurry before I change my mind about letting you out of bed today.”

You bit your lip and smiled at him. “Okay, but maybe you can keep me confined to the bed tonight.”

“Go,” Bucky laughed and pushed you away.

“That’s a yes!” You called over your shoulder.

Prospect Park's greenery, which typically served as an oasis in the concrete jungle, was covered in white as snow fell from the gray sky. As you and Bucky strolled hand-in-hand, you passed several groups of kids, excited to have a snow day, and a few committed joggers bundled up against the cold.

“This was my favorite place to come with Steve when we were kids.”

Bucky paused to stare wistfully at the winter scenery. You were far enough into the park now that the children’s laughter had faded, and the rest of the world seemed to melt away.

You smiled as you watched him relive his youth—imaging him and Steve running through the park, maybe one or two of Bucky’s sisters tagging along.

“It’s beautiful—especially now with the snow.” You held out your gloved hands to catch the falling snowflakes. “It’s nice and quiet too—at least compared to Central Park.”

“Yeah, I figured we both needed that today.” Bucky grinned as he watched you stick your tongue out to catch snowflakes. “You’re a dork.”

“No, I’m not; you just don’t like to have fun.” You skipped away from him and threw yourself on the ground to make a snow angel. “Come on!”

Bucky stood over you, watching as you spread your arms and legs out in the snow. “I’m already cold enough as it is.”

You quickly sat up and yanked his arm until he joined you in the snow.

“Fine,” Bucky grumbled as he laid back next to you.

You admired your work, quickly snapping a picture with your phone. “You’re so big,” you giggled as you laid down in the snow angel Bucky had made.

“Maybe you’re just extra small,” Bucky teased as he knelt over you to kiss your lips.

You tried to grab his face to keep him attached to you, but he jerked back when your snow-covered mittens touched his skin.

“Oops, sorry—I forgot.” You quickly discarded your gloves and grabbed Bucky’s face, kissing him again.

“You know your hands are still freezing, right?” Bucky complained but made no move to remove your cold hands from his skin.

“Well, I can’t help myself, not when you have snowflakes in your eyelashes and somehow look both adorable and so fuckable at the same time.”

Bucky rolled his eyes but leaned in to kiss you again. “So you can’t control yourself, and I gotta suffer?”

I’ll warm them up,” you laughed as you slid your hands into Bucky’s hair. “I gotta keep ‘em right here until they’re warm.”

“Fine by me,” Bucky smiled and continued kissing you. He moved his lips to your ear and then down to your neck, seeking out your sweet spot with expertise. He couldn’t resist, he was so happy, and you were so perfect—he didn’t care that he could feel the snow seeping through his jeans and his gloves or that you were very much in public.

“Buck—wha—what are you doing?” You squirmed under him, trying to resist wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Kissing you,” Bucky murmured.

“Doing a little more than that—" your breath hitched as Bucky laid his weight on top of you, his big warm body absolutely swallowing you whole. “Buck—" you tried to protest, but your thoughts turned to dust as Bucky bit your neck and then soothed the area with his warm tongue.

You wrapped your legs around his waist then, no longer able to resist.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

“You know I do—you’re starting something you can’t finish, Barnes.” You arched your back as much as you could under his weight. “You ever fucked someone in the snow?”

Bucky chuckled against your skin, rubbing his cold nose along the column of your throat. “I can’t say that I have, you?”

“It’s a very bad idea.”

“So, that’s a yes—" Bucky was interrupted by the sudden sting of cold snow against the side of his face. “I know you did not just do that.”

You were already laughing underneath him as you hurried and formed another snowball. You threw it at his chest when he sat up.

Bucky looked at the snow splattered on his jacket with shock before he quickly pinned your hands to the ground, leaning over you again. “You’ve got 10 seconds to run.”

Bucky quirked an eyebrow at you, knowing his effect on you, and then let you go.

You quickly scrambled to your feet, grabbed your gloves, and put them back on as you ran into the trees, laughing the whole way.

You hopped over a fallen tree and ducked behind it, quickly forming as many snowballs as possible. You strained your ears but couldn’t hear Bucky at all.

Stupid quiet assassin.

You chanced a peek around and saw nothing but snow and trees. The snowball was unexpected when it hit you directly in the face. You gasped in shock and quickly ducked back down.

Okay, I’m gonna kill him.

You wiped your face and grabbed two snowballs. When you popped up, Bucky was waiting, a few feet away behind a tree. You dodged the snowball he sent your way and threw both of yours as hard as you could.

“That was not cool, Barnes!” You ducked again as another ball of snow came your way.

“Don’t be a sore loser!”

You were still at it an hour later, too stubborn and competitive to stop when normal people would have. You could hardly feel your hands and feet—both of your noses were bright red, and you had ventured several miles into the park as you ran from him.

“Doll—I think we should head back now.”

Bucky groaned as you threw another snowball at his chest. He wasn’t hiding anymore.

“So, does that mean I win?”

“No! No, it means the game is over—you’re gonna get frostbite.”

“Someone has to win, Bucky! And you’re quitting so—"

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.”

You came out from behind the tree you used as cover and crossed your arms. “I may have lost feeling in my hands and feet—but I—"

“No,” Bucky ran to you and scooped you up into his arms. “It’s a tie, and we’re going home. I would like you to keep all your fingers and toes, please.”

You rolled your eyes. “A tie,” you mumbled. “I won.”

“Yeah, yeah—if you won, it’s only because I let you.”

“You let me?!” You indignantly huffed. “You put me down right now, Barnes. This is not over.”

“Counter proposal.” Bucky shook his head at the frown on your face. “New competition when we get home—first one to make the other come wins.”

You threw your head back in laughter. “Easy, you’re on.”

Bucky sat you down on a park bench and directed you to take off your shoes, socks, and gloves. He pulled fresh ones out of his backpack and helped you put them on.

“You’re always prepared—were you a boy scout or something?” You asked as you put your boots back on.

“No, but Steve and I always wanted to be.”

“Well, thank you, this is much better.” You kissed his cheek while he changed his own socks. “Can I ask you something?”

Bucky just raised his brows, indicating the answer was yes.

“Were you and Steve—like—" you paused, unsure how to phrase your question and hoping Bucky would get the gist.

“Like what?”

“Did you love him?” You blurted out.

Bucky looked slightly surprised by the question. “I mean—yes.”

“But like, were you in love with him? Were you together?”

“We weren’t together,” Bucky cleared his throat and slightly frowned. “But—yeah, I was in love with him.”

You took his hand. “How long?”

Bucky huffed out a breath of air. “I don’t know—like forever—until he left, well that’s not true. I—I don’t know.”

He turned to you with a look of desperation and confusion, and you scooted closer to him, staying silent to allow him to process his thoughts.

“I just felt so stupid,” he finally whispered.

That wasn’t what you were expecting to hear—you searched his face for a hint at what he was thinking. Then it dawned on you. Of course—Steve didn’t return Bucky’s feelings—he left him behind. A wave of anger washed over you—even though you were happy Bucky’s path led him to you, any hurt he faced along the way made you want to punch someone (in their perfect teeth).

“That bastard didn’t deserve you,” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms tightly around Bucky’s torso.

“It’s not like that—I still love him, and I understand why he did what he did. I truly hope he’s happy now; he deserves it.”

“See, I told you—too nice.”

“I gotta be extra nice to make up for you.” Bucky kissed the top of your head to let you know he was only teasing.

“I’m sorry, though—can I ask another question?”

“Doll, you can just ask; you don’t need permission.” Bucky stood up and held your hand as they walked to the subway station. The whole train ride home, you drilled Bucky with questions.

Was Steve the first man you kissed?

Yes.

Only kissed?

Yes.

So no sex then—with men?

Nope.

What are your kinks? Fantasies?

Should we talk about this in private?

Fine, what’s your favorite thing to do?

Bucky hadn’t been able to answer the last question—he didn’t have any hobbies. Until this week, he rarely went out except for therapy or to see Nakajima. You tried to make him feel better about it, telling him he just hadn’t had time to figure out who he was outside of his superhero role.

You were in Bucky’s kitchen now—you had easily (and quickly) won the contest by introducing Bucky to a pleasure zone he hadn’t realized he had.

Bucky’s tongue froze, and his muscles tightened. “What are you doing?”

You pulled your mouth off him with a pop. “Just relax,” you sat on his chest and reached behind you for the lube. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Bucky took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles, letting you spread his legs open. He flinched when the cold lube made contact with his skin.

“If you wanna win, you better get back to work.” You wiggled your hips in his face, and he dove back in.

He tried to ignore your finger as it slowly slid inside him, focusing on getting you off on his tongue. But that was nearly impossible once you started moving.

“Oh fuck!” Bucky gripped your hips tighter as your finger slowly curled inside of him. “What the hell—what are you doing—oh god, yes! Don’t stop!”

You sped up the come-hither motion of your finger, a Cheshire grin spreading across your face.

He was still blushing as he helped you make lunch—chopping vegetables and refusing to meet your eyes.

“What do you think? Should I add one or two chicken breasts?” You wiggled your fingers at him over the open fridge door.

“Uh—two, I guess,” Bucky quickly looked away, knowing you were toying with him.

“Are you sure that won’t make us feel stuffed too full?”

“Very funny,” Bucky mumbled, not looking up from his cutting board.

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. Sometimes he was too adorable and innocent for his own good—and you ate it up like fucking candy. You swatted his toned ass when you passed by him. “The vegetables look great; good boy,” you purred in his ear, deepening his blush.

Bucky couldn’t keep up; the taste of you on his tongue was just driving him closer to orgasm. You added a second finger, and an involuntary low groan left his lips as he threw his head back. He’d never felt anything like this—white-hot pleasure throughout his entire body. It seemed to start in his curled toes and burn through every nerve up to his watering eyes.

You paused and moved from his chest to between his legs—his fingers weakly clung to your soft hips as you slipped from his grasp. You wanted to see the look on his face when he came for you.

Your fingers slipped back in, and you wrapped your lips around his leaking shaft, moaning at the whine that left his throat.

Bucky had lost complete control—his hands gripped the sheets, and his hips alternated between thrusting into the wet heat of your mouth and grinding down onto your fingers. A constant string of expletives left his mouth in various octaves ranging from a shout to a pained whimper.

You moaned and pulled your mouth off him. “Come on, baby, be a good boy and come for me.” You swallowed him again and moved your fingers in tight, fast circles.

“Fuck! Oh fuck—oh—Jesus doll—oh,” Bucky groaned and pushed your head down, shoving his throbbing cock deep into your throat as he came.

An almost painful pleasure surrounded him until he couldn’t breathe. It was never-ending and all-consuming—he felt it everywhere. He was barely aware that his hand was still in your hair as he kept his cock in your throat while your fingers milked him dry.

You barely had the patience to wait for him to catch his breath before you were fucking yourself silly on his sensitive but still rock-hard cock.

“Oh—doll—too much, please,” Bucky gripped your hips to make you stop.

You leaned forward, not stopping the bounce of your hips, and clamped your hand around his throat. Your pussy fluttered as you watched his eyes go wide.

“Whose dick is this?” You gasped as you pushed yourself closer to orgasm.

“Yours—all yours!” Bucky groaned when your fingers tightened around his throat. “Take it—use me, please.”

“That’s it.” You sat up, keeping your hand around his neck, and fucked him hard and fast. “Such a good boy.”

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