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CHAPTER SEVEN
Chapter Summary: You're having some interesting dreams lately, and one day after work you catch some unwanted attention. Good thing someone's started following you home.
Pairing: Bartolomeo x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit, NSFW Chapter (18+ only; PiV sex)
TW: public harassment, Barto's full-on stalking now, first dream is nice and steamy but the second dream at the end involves a bit of gore
Ao3 Link: Chapter Seven (2,877 words)
Spring melted into Summer, and you quickly learned the AC rattled for just a bit too long whenever it turned on. It hadn’t yet been pushed to its limit, but it left you worried that it would kick the bucket when the first truly scorching day rolled around. It worked for now, at least, which was a godsend given the more pressing matter at hand.
Namely, someone pressing into you while you were bent over the kitchen counter. You weren’t entirely sure how you got there, or how Bartolomeo got into the apartment, but things had apparently escalated quickly.
His hands gripped your hips, your toes grazing the floor with each languid push. He nuzzled the shell of your ear, and you were surprised his septum ring was still cold against your skin, sending shocks down your spine.
“Sweetheart,” he purred, his voice impossibly low.
“Barto,” you whined, his name echoing despite the small space. “More.”
He obeyed, pulling out almost completely only to slam back in, his pace increasing. He was long, that much you knew, even though you hadn’t seen it. No matter how deep he pushed, he always seemed to be able to go even deeper, his cock dragging against your tight walls as his pace grew more erratic.
“My girl. Mine.” He punctuated his statement with a hard thrust, the rough handling contrasting sharply with the soft kisses and playful bites on your neck and shoulders. Sparks flew through your veins as the head of his cock pressed against your sweet spot. You hardly recognized yourself through the animalistic cry that wrenched free, your cunt being pushed to its limit.
Right on the cusp of release, a familiar rattling sound cut through the air.
Blearily, you opened your eyes. You were flopped over on your couch, dried drool on your cheek. The AC was wheezing to life, pulling you from your delicious reverie.
You groaned, covering your face. “Fuck.”
It was a beautiful evening as you got out of work for the day. The sky was a gradient of pinks and oranges as the sun began its slow descent below the skyline. Its reflection glinted off of buildings and cars, filling your vision with little sparks of gold.
The darkening sky made it easier for Bartolomeo to keep an eye on you as he followed you home, keeping three buildings between you and him.
For all intents and purposes, he could have casually walked up and passed off his presence as a coincidence, as if he was just out running errands. He imagined you’d ask if he wanted to walk home with you, something he’d do with all the enthusiasm of a puppy playing with his favorite toy. Maybe you could stop at the diner, and he’d actually get a chance to show that he loved the little brushes of contact with your legs against his. Maybe he’d even get to feel those legs around his hips—
Bartolomeo shook his head, expelling the thought. This was why he was following from a distance. He didn’t trust himself not to overwhelm you with advances, or let slip one of his more lewd thoughts.
You were blissfully unaware, a slight spring in your step as you walked down the steps to the subway platform. He watched you swipe a train pass and waited for you to turn the corner, before jumping the turnstiles and resuming the pursuit.
He’d never admit that, despite the risk of being caught, he was starting to get a bit of a thrill out of the whole situation. You hadn’t said anything about noticing break-ins in a while, which meant he was getting better about hiding his tracks. On occasion he hid on the fire escape when he knew you were awake, or sat by your door and listened to you play with Luffy or sing to yourself. Part of him felt guilty still, but that part was slowly getting quieter as he continued to get away with his antics.
Following you was another step down into the obsession pit. Bartolomeo could justify it to himself all he wanted to, despite the obvious truth. He boarded the subway car behind yours, watching your back through the windows.
The car you chose was less crowded than usual for this time of day, devoid of the locals you’d grown accustomed to seeing. It wasn’t completely empty, as there was a group of people near the front of the car who were too loud for the tiny space, horsing around and engaging in general foolishness. Not long after you sat down and started to look at your phone, however, the volume died down somewhat, replaced with some muttering and hushed snickering. Maybe they were being more considerate now that someone else was in the car with them.
If only they were that kind.
A few minutes passed before a shadow loomed over you. Startled, you looked up.
A blond man with sunglasses was staring down at you with a wide grin. He had two long scars across either side of his face, giving him an almost ruggedly handsome appearance, if it weren’t for the fact he was leaning over you with imposing intent.
“Hey there, dollface,” he said. “Traveling alone?”
You bristled, tucking your phone away. “I’m meeting someone.”
He laughed, “Sure you are. Who’re you meeting? A boyfriend?”
You shook your head, pulling your shoulders in, instinctively making yourself smaller.
The man laughed, “Aw, no need to be shy. I’m just making conversation.” He suddenly leaned over you, putting one hand over the back of the seat. “Tell you what — why don’t you ditch whoever it is and come join us?” He tipped his sunglasses down. “I’m sure my friends and I could show you a fun time.”
You tried to inch away, pressing yourself closer to the cool window. “I’m just meeting a friend. I’m sure we can have a fun time by ourselves.”
“Maybe they can join us. The more the merrier, right?” He cocked his head, looking you up and down. “If they’re half as pretty as you, you’ll both look good on either arm.”
You suppressed the urge to gag, instead shaking your head again. “I’m really not interested in a night out, thank you.”
“So a night in, then? I don’t mind going back to your place.”
You ground your teeth, a dial in your head moving a few notches from flight toward fight. Why couldn’t this guy take a hint? Abruptly, you stood, throwing him off guard enough that you were able to push past him and stand by the doors. “No. Thank you. Maybe some other time.”
One of his friends piped up from the front of the car, “Come on, Bellamy. She said she’s not interested.”
He shot the group a glare before smiling at you again, his tongue peeking out between his teeth as he regained his composure.
“Your loss,” he said with a shrug and leaned against a support pole as the train slowly pulled to a stop. “See you around.”
You couldn’t get off the train fast enough, not caring that you were still several stops away from the apartment. You took off at a brisk jog, rushing back up to the open air and hugging yourself as you tried to come down from the adrenaline rush. You knew your way to the next station, you could get back on once the train came back around — surely they’d all be gone by then. The sky began to darken further as you slowed back down to a walk, pushing your hair back with a shaking hand. Granted, it was a brief encounter, but you were confident you’d had enough excitement for one night.
With that thought, you again tempted fate.
As you came up to the next subway entrance, you grew increasingly aware of a chill down your spine. Initially, you chalked it up to the slight drop in temperature of the crisp summer evening, but it started to feel more like there were eyes on you. You rounded the signpost for the subway entrance, trying to casually catch sight of whoever may have been behind you—
On the entrance stairs was the scarred man — Bellamy, was it? — surrounded by his entourage.
“Hey there, dollface.” He grinned, his tongue darting out between his teeth. “Where’s that friend you were meeting?”
After assessing each one of his friends in turn, the dial in your brain switched back to flight so quickly the knob broke.
Voices shouted behind you as you ran faster than you believed you ever could, your steps thundering against the concrete. You couldn’t tell if the streets were strangely empty, or if you were running past people so fast that you stopped seeing them, only registering them as obstacles to dodge as you fled. You probably should have cried for help, but by the time you thought about it, your voice was lost in your lungs, smothered by the chilled night air that filled them. The only thing on your mind now was run.
Just as you made a sharp turn into an alley, a hand shot out and grabbed your arm, finally wrenching free the shriek caught in your chest. You clawed at the hand grabbing you, glaring daggers at Bellamy as he took off his sunglasses to stare down at you.
“Aw, you’re even prettier when you’re pissed off,” he laughed, lifting your arm over your head. With a sickening lurch in your stomach you felt your feet leave the ground, and your shoulder strained as he effortlessly held you up like you weighed nothing. He stopped when he had you dangling a good few feet above the sidewalk, his eyes wide and manic. “I’ll give you another chance: lemme show you a nice time, huh?”
It probably wasn’t the wisest decision, given the position you found yourself in, but it was the only thing you could think to do. You felt your palm sting and your feet hit the concrete before you fully realized you slapped him, hard enough to make him drop you. Staggering, you took off again in the direction you came, weaving around Bellamy’s friends only to run straight into someone’s chest. Panicked, you balled your hands into fists before you looked up and saw whose chest it was.
Bartolomeo put an arm around your shoulders and held you close, staring straight ahead at his target. In spite of the red creeping into his periphery, his expression was calm, only showing the bare minimum of the rage he felt firing through his nerves. “There a problem here?”
Bellamy’s troupe gave him a wide berth as he approached, a fading red handprint on the left side of his face. “What’s it to you?”
“Nothin’,” Bartolomeo started gently coaxing you behind him. “Just a friend passin’ through.”
The cocky grin from before slowly crept back up as Bellamy made eye contact with you. “Guess you weren’t lying after all about that friend.” His gaze then met Bartolomeo’s. “Not all that pretty though.”
“Funny,” Bartolomeo smirked, “that’s not what your mother was sayin’.”
Bellamy seethed, cracking his knuckles. “Looks like you and your little bitch need to learn some manners.”
Bartolomeo’s brow ticked and he took a step forward, before he felt you lightly pull on the back of his leather jacket. He looked down to you, putting an arm around your shoulders.
You tugged on his jacket again. He was outnumbered, and you really didn’t want to see him get hurt. “Come on, he’s not worth it,” you said. “Let’s just go home.”
His expression softened slightly, his fury abating. “You sure?”
You nodded, and he relented, turning his back slightly—
Before ducking out of range of a right hook. He backed up to keep out of Bellamy’s reach, nudging you further behind him. Bellamy threw another punch, and Bartolomeo brought both fists up to protect his face.
You quickly backed away from the fight, surprised to see the rest of the group do the same, as Bartolomeo swung from the left. As Bellamy went to block, he was struck from the right and nailed in the solar plexus, knocking the wind from him. Fueled further by the anger flooding his veins, Bartolomeo started wailing on his face, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and crunching bone echoing against the buildings.
You flinched with each hit, unable to look away as Bellamy’s face turned bloodier and more bruised. One of his friends tried to step forward before another one stopped him, muttering things between them before giving Bartolomeo a wide-eyed stare and backing up further.
Finally, the sounds stopped, and Bartolomeo shoved Bellamy backward toward his friends. He looked dazed, for as much as one who could barely see through the swelling on his face could, blood staining down the front of his shirt. Cuts on his cheeks and nose stood out sharply against the bruises, and he struggled to stand upright, before staggering back and being caught by two of his bigger comrades.
Bartolomeo turned back to you, barely having broken a sweat, knuckles bruised and his shirt spattered with blood.
You gaped, your heart racing, and a faint flush crept to your cheeks.
That is. Disturbingly hot.
He pulled you to his side with an arm around your shoulder, holding you close as he led you from the bloodbath. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get home.”
When you returned back to the apartment, you spent way too long in your living room helicoptering around Bartolomeo and dressing his knuckles, trying to insist that you treat his shirt with peroxide, and fangirling about how he handled that fight. He happily let you do so, even allowing you to shove an icepack into his less bruised hand to take with him, despite him having plenty of first aid material already. He was just relieved he’d gotten off the subway in time to follow you, and that you hadn’t noticed him when you were trying to get to the next station.
And he was relieved to show that prick what happens when someone messes with his girl.
Later that night as you slept, you felt a weight on your chest. You tried to move it, assuming it was Luffy, but your arms wouldn’t listen. You tried to roll over, but your body wouldn’t budge. You felt hot, heavy breathing across your face, and with immense effort you managed to open your eyes.
Bartolomeo was straddling your waist, his arms on either side of your head to keep his body from completely pinning yours down. His lips were pulled back into a snarl, his eyes glowing. His teeth looked even larger, especially up so close. Puffs of steam came from his mouth as he breathed, and in the darkness you weren’t sure if what was dripping from his lips was drool or blood.
You couldn’t stop the snarky part of you from saying, “What large teeth you have.”
Bartolomeo’s snarl turned into a grin. It was definitely blood coming down from between his teeth. His voice came out low, layered over itself as he growled, “Better to eat you with.”
The weight on your chest moved, and you looked down. There was a pile of gore, gently beating.
“A gift?” you asked, your voice detached and distant.
He leaned down to your ear, “Our heart.”
An interesting word choice. Not “my”, not “your”. Our heart.
His tongue slid over your cheek as he pulled away, leaving behind a dark, wet trail over your face. Your arms finally responded to your demands as you reached up to try and keep him in place. But your hand slipped right through him, instead landing right on top of the messy heart on your chest.
It felt strangely furry, and made a very confused “mrrreep”.
You opened your eyes with a gasp. No Bartolomeo, no heart, just Luffy wondering why you awoke him from his sleep. You pushed yourself upright, surveying the room.
Nothing. No one. Just you and the kitty.
And it was uncomfortably hot in your bedroom.
You groaned and gently nudged Luffy off of you, stretching as you rolled out of bed to find a box fan. There was no way in hell you were going to try messing with the AC this late at night. You retrieved the fan from the hall closet, flicking on the light in your room as you dragged it over to the window to the fire escape. Before you could push it open, something on the floor caught your eye.
Flecks of rust, dirt, and chipped paint were scattered around near the window. You groaned, crouching down to look at them a bit closer. You knew you vacuumed just the day before, so where the hell did the stuff come from?
You got your answer when you opened the window and bits of rust shook loose, littering the carpet.
It occurred to you that you’d never opened this window before now.
Everything you had been trying to ignore, everything you thought had been resolved, all of it came flooding back, pouring in from the window and sending debris to your floor.
Someone had been in your bedroom. And the fire escape was how they got in.
#i'll fucking digest you one kiss at a time#bartolomeo#bartolomeo x you#one piece x reader#bartolomeo the cannibal#reader insert#ifdyokaat#bartolomeo one piece#yandere#yandere!bartolomeo#PHEW!!! It's done :3#Bellamy won the poll so -- he gets his ass beat#i tried to go for something between his pre- and post-timeskip personality -- i know he gets better after dressrosa buuuuut#i needed him to be a jerk again xD#also this chapter felt a little vignette-ish which... i couldn't really do much about tbh#hopefully it still reads well n///n;#ALSO BIG THANK YOU TO MAH BF HE HELPED ME W THE FIGHT SCENE#he knows too much xD
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There is Only One Rule.
paring: toxichusband!jungkook x wife!reader
genre: yandere jungkook
summary: when y/n get home late and jungkook is waiting for her.
warnings: Jungkook is an asshole in this, abusive behavior, drunk and aggressive Jungkook, manipulative behavior, cussing, manhandling, bipolar jungkook, sadistic Jungkook, mentions of gagging, jealousy, degrading oc, oc is punished by jk.
This is purely fiction just for entertainment purposes. Do not condone or support behavior like this!
Jungkook kisses his teeth, shaking his head. "Ah... What can she be doing out so late." He pressed his lips against the rim of the cold beer in his hand, closing his eyes letting the cold sensation trickle down his his throat. That was the last drop left of his drink. He rest the empty bottle on the coffee table that was in front of the chair. He leans back in the chair, kicking his feet on the coffee table in thought. Resting his tattooed arm above his head and the other arm scratching his chin. The cans and empty bottles of soju pile around the floor. Currently, it's early in the morning he awaits for your arrival, watching the minutes go by on the clock. His eyes turned to the front door as he heard the sound of keys unlocking it. You walked into your dark house, tired out of your mind. You just had the night of your life with a couple of friends and want nothing more to do than be in your loving husband's arms. You turned to lock the front door, taking off your shoes before the door.
His eyes narrowed at the sight of you. "Where the fuck were you?" He demanded, finally standing up from the couch. "Relax, I was just with a couple friends." Your voice is monotone. You pause in your steps, you stretch your arms above your head to yawn. You eyes land on the only other person in the room. You take in his appearance. He moved sloppy and slurred his words a bit. He's drunk. Nevertheless you go to kiss him on the cheek. He backs away slightly, he was clearly pissed off. Pushing you slightly away when you tried to kiss him. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you menacingly.
"You know what time it is? You were supposed to be home hours ago. What is my wife's explanation for coming home at almost the crack of dawn?" He stared down at you waiting for a response.
"What's up your crack?" You muttered under your breath, making sure Jungkook didn't hear you. "I didn't know you were my dad. Next time I'll make sure to ask for permission first." Y/n rolls her eyes and carries her tired legs to the kitchen to get herself a meal out of the fridge. He follows you to the kitchen, standing behind you as you fill up a cup from the fridge. He grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.
"Don't you fucking dare disrespect me!" He growls, his eyes blazing with fury. He shoves you hard against the fridge, pressing his body against yours. The back of your head immediately hits the cold metal throbbing immediately.
"You will never talk to me like that again." His once dark brown eyes become dark. He looks down at you intensely. His hands remain at the side of your head locking you in. "Jungkook stop!" You whined pushing your husband off her with all your might, he only stumbled a bit before catching himself. He takes a minute to walk straight towards you. He chuckles eerily as his hands worked to unbutton his cuffs and roll the sleeves of his crisp black button up to the elbow, telling you he is not playing around. When your husband is drunk, there's only one rule don't make him mad.
"Yah! Where are your manners is that how a wife should treat her husband, huh?” His voice is so powerful it is laced with hostile, enough to make you feel small. You looked at him to digest the situation not knowing who it can turn out. Maybe you where fucked out of your mind too, not thinking straight. Because you were most definitely brave at this moment. "Jungkook, who do you think you are huh." You answered bravely before you could see something in the Jungkook switch. The look in his eyes was cold and ruthless, as if he was ready to hurt you. And that scared you the most.
You wanted to say that Jungkook had never acted so aggressive before but that would be a lie. "Look at me y/n." He commands you in his busan accent. You look into his dark eyes, you don't see the same doe eyed man you, you knew before. He narrows his eyes at you menacingly, if looks can kill you'd be dead by now. "Sweetheart, I should really fix that mouth of yours... Just how rude are you? One warning was already given to you, now you will get the apprehensions."
Your eyebrows furrowed, giving him a confused look. You hesitate to utter another word. "Honey, are you drunk?" You asked the new man standing in front of you. He ignores your question, nodding his head kidding his bottom lip out. "Do you think I want to be like this? Do you think I like being so aggressive? No! I can't help it, I can't control myself when I'm around you. You make me lose all control. So you should be more careful around me. This is your fault, y/n." Jungkook's tone is cold as ice as if he doesn't feel an inch to blame for his abusive behavior.
He stands beside the counter grabbing your hand pulling you to the sink of the kitchen. He forcefully pushes your head down the sink, hand reaching for the soap. You try your hardest to fight against him. Yelling and thrashing out, but he didn't listen to you. He positions his body behind you his big strong arms wrap around your smaller frame like a lock. "Y/n. You know how much I can't stand when I have to repeat myself.” Through brute force he is able to force your mouth wide open and shoved the bitter liquid. He watches you with a smile as you react by gagging your hand in your mouth. He enjoyed seeing the tears leave your eyes. When Jungkook feels as if you've had enough he with water helps you rinse the cleaning substance out of your mouth. Soon enough all over the soap leaves you a chocking and crying mess on the counter. You try to catch your own breathe. He steps away from you admiring is his work. But soon, enough he feels only a tad guilty.
He grabs your wrists again, squeezing them tight. He pulls them behind your back, pressing your body against his. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, his voice low and menacing. she turns her face away from him as he reeks of beer. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes turned a shade lighter.
"Aigoo, I didn't mean to be so rough." he apologizes, seeming genuinely remorseful. He gives you a weak smile, hoping you will understand. He pouts his pink lips to you.
He reaches out and touches your cheek, caressing it gently. His eyes meet yours, filled with such warmth and affection. He looks at you with such devotion, as if you were the most important person in the world to him. He stops nuzzling your neck, his face just inches away from yours.
He gazes at you with such fondness and affection, his eyes filled with now love. You eyes now unsure if you can look at him the same. He seems completely smitten with you, as if all his anger has disappeared. "I'm sorry" he apologizes again, seeming genuinely remorseful. "I got carried away, I let my jealousy and possessiveness get the better of me. You have to understand, I'm afraid of losing you" he explains, "Y/n, let's go to bed now."
a/n edited: let me know if you like this one ... should i keep doing fics like this. I love writing yandere but maybe this is too abusive. But the real question is why am I writing fics like this so casually? and trust me i have many more yandere fics in mind. like idea wise and i basically have the whole brainstorming thing down. but it would really be amazing if I can collab with someone to write them with.
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Fire Is The Devil's Only Friend
Chapter Two
There was no such thing as making it on your own with a high profile boyfriend. That was why she kept her relationship a secret. But then after a PR fuck up, her boyfriend is forced into PR relationship and she's left on the side lines, missing him
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"Have you saved your work yet?"
Carlos knew better than anyone how hard she was working. Between writing her next book, using social media to market, and answering emails from her editor, she as flat out. He was incredibly worried about her.
She looked up at him for just a second before saving her work. The moment she did, Carlos pushed the lid of her laptop closed. "Carlos!" She cried. She went to open the laptop again, but Carlos pulled it from the table.
"One hour, mi amor. Give me on hour, and then I've give you your laptop back."
She thought on it. "You promise just an hour?"
"I promise," he said as he stepped towards her, the laptop against his chest. "We can go and get coffee together." He leaned down and pecked her lips.
She pouted as he pulled away. "You're too good to me."
"Because I just love you so much," he said and kissed her again.
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The story of Carlos Sainz's relationship with Rebecca Donaldson broke in the early hours of the next morning. Neither of them were aware.
Carlos didn't check his phone when he woke up. He went on a run in the early hours of the morning and spent a few hours working out, like he did every day, all while she slept.
When he got back, she was still sleeping. Carlos made two coffees and brought them to the bedroom. Placing them down onto their bedside tables, Carlos leaned over and kissed his head. "Wake up,
mi corazón," he said softly.
She stirred awake and glared at her husband. "It's so early," she groaned, pressing her face further into the pillow.
His laugh echoed around their bedroom. "It's not that early, my love. I got you coffee, drink up."
They had just a few hours together before she was having an online meeting with her publishers in her office and Carlos was meeting with the team at Ferrari.
He opened his laptop and logged into the call. He was rarely in a bad mood these days, the team at Ferrari noted. It was a surprise to all of them, especially after the story they had sold to the media that morning. "Carlos, I'm sure you've heard the news."
The smile dropped from Carlos's face, replaced by a frown. "What news?" He asked. He hadn't yet been on any social media, had seen none of the news articles flash up on his phone.
"We made a decision here at Maranello, one we felt would benefit the entire team," somebody else said. "After some recent events, all of which were out of our control, we thought it best to give the media something more digestible. To do so, it was leaked to the press that you were potentially romantically linked to Rebecca Donaldson, the Scottish Model."
All expression dropped from Carlos's face. He turned on his phone and, for the first time, saw the news. The news about him.
The photo of himself with Rebecca Donaldson wasn't obviously photoshopped, but there was no other explanation. There he was, in a picture with a woman he had never met.
"See, the things is, Carlos, what else are we supposed to do? Do you want Ferrari to crumble?"
No, obviously he didn't want that. "But what about the relationships of mine this does affect?" He asked quickly, pulling open his desk drawer and pulling out the ring box. He didn't display it on camera, fiddled with it in his lap. "What if I was in a relationship and I hadn't yet told anyone?"
"You don't want to lose your seat, do you?" It was a dirty ploy, but the Ferrari team was desperate. "You're almost thirty, you have a limited number of wins under your belt and no championships. Will any other team want you?"
Carlos's heart pounded in his chest. "So, I have to go on with this fake relationship and I'll get to keep my seat?"
"Exactly."
He sucked in a deep breath. Just a wall separated him from the love of his life, but here he was, ready to betray her. All for his seat. "What will I have to do?"
The rest of the meeting was spent with the Ferrari team telling Carlos exactly what they wanted from him. Be seen with her at races, have her in the Ferrari garage, take her to dinner sometimes. It was easy enough.
But it wasn't. Because the woman he loved was going to be at the races too, just not with him, not in the way they wanted Rebecca to be with him.
It was too late for him to back out. The press had released several stories about Carlos and Rebecca already.
The call ended, but he just stayed there, sitting in his chair. He flipped open the ring box several times, playing with it in his hands. The ring was gorgeous, simple, elegant. But now, Carlos doubted he'd ever get to put it on her finger.
At the knock on his office door, Carlos shoved the ring back into his desk drawer. "Carlos?" She called as she entered his office. He looked to the door as she walked in. Her shoes clicked softly against the tiled floor as she walked to his desk and sat herself on his lap. "I've got news about the release. It's launching next week."
"I'll be the first to buy it," he said, his hands on her hips.
Just hours ago, this would have been welcome news. The release of her book meant they were one step closer with telling the world about their relationship. But all of that had been thrown out of the window now, and she had no idea.
"I can't wait to kiss you after a race," she said, her head against his shoulder. "I can't wait to be seen with you."
Carlos said nothing. He kissed her head and held her close, relishing in these moments they had together. There was no telling how many more there would be once she found out.
Maybe he could propose to her now. Drop down onto one knee, put the ring onto her finger and kiss her until she forgot how to breathe. But then it would hurt so much more when she found out.
And he couldn't do that to her.
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I'll fucking digest you. One kiss at a time. You wish I was yours. And I hope that you're mine.
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SONGS THEY MAKE LOVE TO YOU TO | JJK EDITION
SATORU GOJO - GET IT BY DANIEL CAESAR & KALI UCHIS
And when we're making love, uh
Your cries, they can be heard from far and wide
It's only the two of us
Everything need between those thighs.
Satoru always chooses something of r&b and smooth soul. Soft and rhythmic melodies that change one after another set the pace of the precise moves of his hips, making you squirm under his big body, reaching your peak for the nth time a night. If he's in a particularly good mood, he may hum some lines from songs without taking his magnetic eyes off your doe and watery ones, ignoring the way sweet little pleads escape your plump lips. Don't worry he'll make sure you understand that everything he needs is indeed between your thighs, while you're tugging on his white locks.
SUGURU GETO - FREE ANIMAL BY FOREIGN AIR
Free animal, free animal
My heart beats in patters to the broken sound
Free animal, free animal
You're the only one that can calm me down.
Suguru sees music as an integral part of the art of lovemaking, he puts on a record to set the mood of the night. Sprawled out on the big bed, he likes to watch you slowly shed your clothes, swaying your hips in time with the music. Suguru will make sure that the soft vibrations spreading throughout you are not only from the beat of the songs, but from his masterful tongue that's dancing all over your naked body. Geto slowly grazes the curves of your hips with his fingertips, slowly moving to the small of your back, causing it to arch further. And maybe in moments like this he does turn into an animal, cause the pace of his thrusts is purely animalistic.
KENTO NANAMI - 808 HEARTBEAT BY HUNTAR
You fall deep, made time fly
You sound sweet like a lullaby
So I take control
Love lifts us up where we belong
I hear you sing it like its our song.
The best song that he has ever heard is your moans that's for sure. Thus Kento doesn't really need any music to get in the mood or listen to during the process, cause he doesn't want to hear anything but sweet babbles and shameless moans escaping your parted lips. BUT he definitely can use it during the foreplay. Yet the moment you're pressed against his strong body with your arms tied above your head, your shaky breathes and quiet whimpers are the only music to his ears. He'll be gentle if you want him to but he'll always take control, making you reach the highest note as you come undone right before his eyes.
TOJI FUSHIGURO - KEEP IT DOWN BY MIGRANT MOTEL
I got you stuck in my teeth
I'll show you what to believe
Tracing my face with your nails
I’ll let you know when to breathe.
With his huge hand around your throat it's hard to concentrate on anything rather than the way his hips move with an unprecedented speed and very much in time with the music playing in the background. Toji at first wasn't impressed with the idea of turning on some songs while making love but now his face tells you otherwise. He seems to genuinely enjoy it, pounding into you from behind and making a little concert of his own with precise smacks on your ass. He'll ask you to pick some songs next time, too.
RYOMEN SUKUNA - LURK BY THE NEIGHBORHOOD
I fuck 'cause I need to, I fuck when I want
I'll fuck you in love, even though it is not
I'll fucking digest you one kiss at a time
You wish I was yours and I hope that you're mine.
He doesn't really care about musical accompaniment when it comes to sex. But something in him clicks the moment he hears that song playing in the background while you quietly go about your business. He doesn't hesitate for a second, pressing you against the wall with all his weight, his huge figure looming over you and smirking contentedly, creating a trap you can't escape from. Sukuna begins to gently run his hands all over your body, letting you relax slightly under his soft touch as the next moment his teeth are on your neck, abusing the soft skin, leaving bright red reminders of this night on his way. Your nails leaving crescent marks on his back. Now you know what to put on if you want him to go absolutely feral.
#jjk headcanons#gojo satoru#nanami kento#kento nanami#satoru gojo#nanami smut#gojo smut#geto smut#toji smut#sukuna smut#gojo headcanons#nanami headcanons#geto headcanons#toji headcanons#sukuna headcanons
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"C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get home."
Aaaaahhhh!!! I love this fic! This is from the lovely @strawberriemarswrites Bartolomeo fan fiction: 'I'll Fucking Digest You One Kiss At A Time', please go read it!
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taste. (extras)
★ the aftermath of the both literal and metaphorical fuck-fest you had with your newfound werewolf pack
a/n: idk just wanted to put the points of view of the yanderes as their own thing so here's that on here LOL
also i just wanted to write a thing to remind yall that im SOFT and SWEET and its all about CUDDLING here on this WHOLESOME MINECRAFT SERVER
part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (chew.) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ part three ★ (swallow) ★ part four (digest.)
pairing: poly werewolves x male reader
word count: 1302
warning: bottom reader with male parts and pronouns, stereotypical werewolf scent stuff, mentions of marking (both scent wise and with bruises/bites)
Mel sighed, wiping himself of with a wet tissue.
If he thought that Isamu and Leonard were a handful, he was really signing himself up for something with the three of you. But, he supposed, Mother Moon knew he'd be able to handle it.
After all, the pull to you was even stronger than his pull towards his other two mates so he knew your rightful place was beside them.
He just needed to get used to cleaning up all three of his mates' messes now.
First, of course, was Isamu because he was for sure the least grumpy out of all three of them. And, also, the one with the most stamina so he'd for sure help out.
"C'mon, pup." Mel cupped the back of the back of Isamu's neck, pressing a soft kiss to Isamu's temple as he whispered in his ear, careful not to jostle the other two. "Careful now."
Isamu woke slowly but, like always, his moves were careful and calculated despite the sleepy look in his eyes.
"I?" Isamu leaned back, resting his bare ass against his ankles as he tried to remember what the hell happened during his momentary rut.
Mel saw when the recognision hit him because Isamu scrambled back, his now deflated knot pulling out easily.
"I-I-I--" Isamu stuttered out, his eyes flickering all over their new mate, assessing exactly what damage he'd made.
Mel knew the feeling. He'd spent a good long while staring too. You were a beauty before, when he first saw you in the forest.
You were even more beautiful now, with Isamu and Mel's bitemarks and bruises all over you and Leonard's scratches littered along your thighs.
"Calm down, Sam. It's fine." Mel cupped the back of Isamu's neck again, pressing another kiss to his temple. "Are you okay? You tired?"
Isamu looked up at Mel, those lost hazel eyes looking so nervous that it made Mel chuckle. But he gave Isamu time to think, to assess how he truly felt.
Mel would stand tall and firm, would be the hard rock that his mates needed to rest against.
"I-I'm fine." Isamu finally muttered after a few minutes.
Mel grinned, happy to hear that his mate was okay. His palm moved from Isamu's neck to his cheek where he drew him close to press a soft kiss against his lips
"Why don't you go clean yourself up, I'll wake up Sleeping Beauty and the three of us can take care of our new mate, hmmm?" Mel offered, knowing it was the only way he could talk Isamu into leaving your side.
Even then, Isamu looked hesitant, his eyes darting from you to Mel and back. Finally, he seemed to realise that he didn't have much of a choice because he slowly nodded and left the couch.
Mel almost laughed at how he hobbled a little.
That, of course, left him with the arduous task of separating you from Leonard without waking you up.
He had thought it would be hard but, actually, when he shifted you, you stayed asleep. He worried you were dead for a second but he checked on you and it really was that they took a lot out of you.
Made sense. Isamu and Leonard pretty much overstimulated you to hell and back just in between the two of them.
Mel wanted to be free of blame but he could admit he was part of the problem seeing as he basically just kicked back and watched.
He carefully laid you back and lifted Leonard into his arms. Like always, Leonard just laid there, giving little to no resistance. HIs head even lolled over, resting against Mel's chest.
Mel pressed a kiss to his forehead and brought him to the bathroom where Isamu was already filling the sink with warm water and readying the towels.
The two worked together, soaking the towels with warm water and wiping Leonard down till he was coherent enough to wonder what the fuck was going on.
"Where is he?"
"Calm down." Mel immediately clutched Leonard to his chest to prevent him from going feral and guarding over your body like an overprotective wolf over its own pups.
"He's in the living room. He's fine. We were just going to clean you up and then we're going to go with some warm towels and clean him up." Mel explained, his broad hand running through Leonard's soft blonde locks "You need to calm down or you'll trigger another rut and he won't be able to handle that."
Leonard panted, his nails digging into Mel's biceps, but he nodded frantically. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you. He knew you weren't like them, that you were softer, more easily breakable.
He didn't want to break you.
When Mel felt like Leonard wouldn't run to you the first chance he'd get, he let go of him and Leonard sagged a little, feeling like his skin was too tight over his body, like he itched.
He wanted to see you but he didn't want to panic and make himself feel worse so he just itched his arms and focused on Mel.
Isamu felt the same. He had better control because Mel had been training him longer but you took that control and crushed it in your hand like paper.
You made him feel so weak and he loved it.
The last thing he wanted was to lose that control and hurt you though so he wrapped his arm around Leonard's shoulders and kissed his forehead before handing him some sweatpants and a crop top.
When the two of them dressed (as slowly as possible, Mel insisted) and washed their faces with cold water, they were finally allowed to take some damp warm towels over to you.
You were still where Mel left you, all splayed and vulnerable, open and trusting.
The inside of your wrist was raw and bitten from Isamu. Leonard could see where he reached back and clawed at the tops of your thighs, near your pelvis. They were already puffing up. There were even various bites along your shoulder and neck from Mel.
They really did a number on you.
Leonard sat down on the couch first, moving you so your cheek rested on his leg.
With the warm towels he had, he gently dabbed at the hickeys and bites along your shoulders, making sure not to scrub or rub and irritate it.
Mel sat down too, gently wiping along the grain of the scratches on your thighs,m making sure to be gentle with them so he wouldn't irritate them either.
Then, Isamu sat on the floor and took your wrist, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he took your wrist and pressed several apology kisses on it before he dabbed at it with a warm cloth.
They wiped you down till all the stickiness and lube was completely gone, till you were clean and comfortable. Then, they dressed you in their clothes.
You wore Isamu's sweatpants, one of Leonard's shirts and Mel's cleanest pair of used boxers. If you asked, it was because your clothes were covered in cum (Mel had a bout of insanity and came all over them) but, in reality, they liked you being covered in their scent.
Lastly, they positioned themselves around you, cuddling all around you.
Leonard plastered himself against your front immediately, his face already nosing against your jugular like he couldn't get enough of your scent. Isamu was against your back, his arms sneaking around your sides.
Mel had the unfortunate position of being under all of you, your head resting against his collar, Isamu's head against his bicep and Leonard's head on his chest.
He'd been in this position enough times to know that he'd wake up not feeling anything in the morning. Not that he'd complain seeing as he loved having all his mates in his arms like this.
Plus, Mel knew that Isamu and Leonard wouldn't be able to handle being away from you for a while, especially when they hadn't officially marked you.
To Isamu and Leonard, you could easily be stolen away and they wouldn't be able to stand it.
So the three of you would sleep on the amply sized couch, comfortable and safe. Mel would make sure of it. He'd keep all of you safe, forever.
#yandere oc x reader#yandere x reader#male yandere#yandere#oc x reader#male oc#male werewolf x reader#werewolf oc x reader#werewolf x reader#chaptered#lemony content#melchior#isamu#leonard
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if its okay with you! make out session with noir?👀
SURE THING ANON q(≧▽≦q) oK WAIT THIS ALSO REMINDED ME OF MY OTHER NOIR BOT PROMPT......... fuck it i'm gonna write about it bc why not ✍️(◔◡◔)
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
giving your hero a kiss.
before you knew it, you were snatched out of the villain's clutches, and soon in the arms of none other that spider man. you will never forget the first words you exchanged with him: "please don't vomit on the turtleneck, i ran out of detergent today." nothing could've been more reassuring than that, you were sure you thought with sarcasm and slight fear and anxiousness creeping up your mind. spider man set you down gently away from the fight, and in a few moments... the villain that threatened to kill you was on the ground, unconscious, with spider man walking away unscathed towards you.
he crouched down to level with you as he looked into your eyes. "you good?" he asked you as you heaved, trying to process what just happened. he was getting a bit worried since your breathing sounded a little erratic, but he placed his hand on your shoulder and tried to sound as comforting as possible. "hey, you're okay now, i promise..." he told you as you panted and heaved; the adrenaline rushed through your veins like crazy as you tried to digest just what the hell happened.
spider man... he saved you. he saved you, he cared about you.
"it's okay... you're okay, i promise." he repeated as he took off his mask and looked at you. when you gazed back up at him... you were blown away by who you just saw. that dark, slicked back yet tousled hair from the mask, that sharp nose, those thin yet very red lips of his, and those eyes... those gray and brown eyes of his that just allured you ever since you saw him, when he was recognizable, when he was average like you--oh, no way.
"...parker?" you asked aloud as peter looked at you with a slight, crooked smile. he nodded and lapped a little at his lips that were going dry. "yeah, it's me." he said with an equally dry chuckle as you brought yourself forward a little, leaning towards him as his gaze attracted you even more. he doesn't find himself pulling away, but rather, he brings himself even closer to you. his breath felt hot against your lips, and soon... you touched his lips with your own, and you didn't hesitate a single second to let him know you were grateful for his help.
peter was astounded by how quickly this whole situation was unfurling, but he did not complain a single bit. instead, he moved his hand from your shoulder to your arm as he locked his lips with yours in a feverish kiss. he couldn't deny your lips were so wonderful to feel against his; the way you made his world stop turning for a few seconds as he realized you kissed him, it made him wish this feeling would last forever, if he could revisit that fight over and over and over again just so he could kiss you for the first time all over again... he'd do it, no questions asked, and in a heartbeat.
as you pulled away from peter, who was now extremely flustered; blushing from the top of his forehead down to his collarbone, he smiled at you widely and looked directly into your eyes. "is... this what i get for being a hero?" he asked you with a tone of disbelief at the fact you kissed him. you smiled shyly at him, still not believing what just happened either, but hey, it did happen--and you loved it. "it's what you get for being my hero." you told him as you pecked his cheek with a kiss, which sent sparks flying in his heart as he leaned against you a little--weak at your flurry of kisses. "i'll take that, i'm kinda glad i finally told you this way... i get a free kiss from the one person who makes me feel like an absolute love struck idiot and some closure between us two." he said as he smiled up at you and brought you in for an embrace.
you can expect him to take his job as spider man a whole lot more seriously now, not just because you know his secret identity now... but because he also gets to taste a kiss from you as a reward.
a/n: i just realized this was super similar to my miles one, so i'm really sorry if i seem like i'm repeating ideas really 😭😭😭
tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy
#spider noir#spider noir x reader#spider noir x you#spider noir x y/n#spider noir fluff#itsv#itsv imagines#itsv x reader#itsv x you#itsv x y/n#atsv#atsv imagines#atsv x reader#atsv x you#atsv x y/n#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman into the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse x reader#spiderman into the spiderverse x reader
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I fuck 'cause I need to
I fuck when I want
I'll fuck you in love
Even though it is not
I'll fucking digest you
One kiss at a time
You wish I was yours
And I hope that you're mine
No Hide... All Seek...
Pairing: Jack Thurlow X fem!reader
Warnings: Vouyer!Jack, Exhibitionisnt!Reader, masturbation, smut, cursing
Word Count: ?
Summary: Songfic prompt thought of because of "Lurk" by The Neighborhood. Jack has been home for a week and made friends with his neighbor, Y/N. She knows what he does from his window while he smokes... no matter how sneaky he tries to be. But how much of a show will she put on?
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It was getting late and Jack knew it, but his mind was running a million miles a minute being back in this old house. Day 7 was coming to a close and the only good thing to come of the week was meeting Y/N, the girl next door who brought over food along with condolences that Jack wasn't at all in the mood for, but he accepted them because she made his heart race from the moment he saw her. The way she seemed to waltz across the yard in nothing more than a sundress and maybe shoes if she felt like it that day, always carrying a plate of something her mother had made and insisted Jack at least try so he wouldn't starve.
Jack found himself at his window, taking drags of his cigarette as he ran his hand through his perfectly tousled brunette hair. He watched as her bedroom light flicked on, his eyes darting to the alarm clock on his desk... 11:32pm... 'what is she doing up?' He thought to himself as his gaze went back to Y\N window. She had pulled her blinds up, exposing a lamp lit room still stuck in it's teens much like Jack's. He snubbed out his cigarette and moved his body to the corner of the window, hoping she wouldn't catch him watching, the thoughts in his head turning more into dirty fantasies as he wondered what she was doing over there. He felt his boxers start tightening, his loose pajama pants now pressing against his stiffening cock. Jack lets out a long sigh as his palm brushes over the restricting cloth, contemplating if he should stroke his cock until the ache goes away.
Y/N had planned this all day. She knew Jack would be up, she knew he'd be perched at his window, little if any light in his room. She wanted him to watch her like she was his personal little showgirl. Just as Jack began to give up hope on seeing her, Y/N appeared in her window frame wearing only a towel barely long enough to cover her beautiful ass and secured only by a corner tucked in. Jack wished it would fall... fuck... he couldn't take it anymore! Y/N wet hair hung down her back, the water seeped into the towel she wore, the only cover she had from Jack's prying eyes... her way of teasing him as she thought about him fisting the length of his cock to her body. She bent over to reach for her brush, exposing her pussy... This sent Jack reeling as he fumbled with the drawstring on his pants and next the elastic of his boxers waistband.
Jack began to stroke himself, starting nice and slow using the precum that had dripped out of his now throbbing cock. Small whines left his lips as he kept watching Y/N, wishing he was inside her. Thinking of how badly he wanted to dig his fingertips into her hips as he bent her over and fucked her into her mattress, watching her grip at the sheets as muffled moans spilled from her pretty little lips. As he was lost in thought, eyes rolling to the back of his head he missed the moment Y/N dropped her towel, her whole body now on display for him. He watched as she started to lotion her body, her tits bouncing softly as she groped them with lotioned palms. Jack was loosing control of himself now. Stroking his cock harder and faster, so close to the edge that his body was on fire. "Ah, fuck! Please... Y/N... please... just... fuck!..." Jack groaned through gritted teeth as he tried to keep his eyes on her. Her hands had moved down her body, now done with the lotion, she feigned touching herself, fingers ghosting over her clit as she pulled on a pair of lace panties. Her show was almost over and poor Jack only had seconds left before his orgasm shot pleasure through his whole body.
Y/N pulled a tight tank top over her chest, nipples still hard and peeking through. Lowering her blinds slowly and flipping off the lamp, a smile crept across her face. She was satisfied and it was time for bed. Jack gripped hard at the frame of his window, his knuckles turning white as his strokes became erratic, cum covering the palm of his hand as his whole body shuddered. Panting and coming down from his high, he flipped his hair out of his face with his clean hand and went to clean himself up so he too could lay down in bed.
He knew tomorrow that he desperately needed to go talk to Y/N. Maybe if it couldn't be her mattress... it could be his.
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A/N: first fic for Jack so if it's absolutely terrible I'm sorry! Written out of boredom. Requests open! 🖤
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Hi! I don't know if you accept requests or not (it's cool if you don't!) But do you have any hc about Aaron discovering he has a daughter? Lol. And what would be Miles reaction. Okay, thank you. Bye :D
Hi Anon👋, I’m not really taking requests but I had to jump on this one. However I can't promise all future requests being answered quickly because I've got studies to focus on but I will try and do as best as I can. I feel like this request was made based on the headcannon I had made up. Absolutely love love love it and I'm happy to write it. Now let's get on with it shall we.
Oh and btw, He would be a Girl dad right. I can't see it any other way.
"Girl if you don't call this man now, I will track him myself."
"Ok I heard you, I'll call. Just in my own time. I promise I will call."
"Fine. Gotta go now but he's got to know now ok. You can't do this alone."
I mutter under my breath something she can't hear. "Psh yes I can."
Homegirl leaves and I'm stuck here with a phone number struggling to call it. It's been long. Will he even remember me? Why I am scared? I'm a grown woman for goodness sake, just do it.
"Fuck it."
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Aaron arrives at his place at the early hours of a new day. However he just wants to collapse in bed and forget about yet another near death experience. All gear on the floor only left in boxers and bandages and dried up blood. He escaped gunshots but not the sharp end of the blade. A non life threatening gash on his arm and the side of his abdomen. Chugged a few pills and was ready to get knocked into sleep.
Not even five minutes into sleep, his phone vibrates on his night stand. Great another thing to do. He semi consciously picked the phone and answered without looking at the name id. Not that there was one.
"Hello," he answers. Not a word back. If these scam callers where trying him he was going to find whoever they were and end it there.
He kisses his teeth and no longer wanting to entertain whoever disrupted his not so deep sleep.
"Is this Aaron?" Hearing his name got him into defensive mode but relaxed a bit when it was from a feminine voice.
"Who'er you?"
The woman tells her name and it rings a faint bell in Aarons head. He's heard the name before. Where though?
"Do I know you?"
She seemed a bit hesitant to tell but she spit it out anyway after taking a deep breath. "We've hooked up a few times many months ago."
In his head he's thinking it's another chick wanting to see him again or wanting to move things further by being in a relationship with him. Makes it clear to them from the start that it's not like that at all then blocks them. It boosts his ego a little.
"Look, I thought I had made it clear that it was a two-three time thing then we don't talk anymore. I'm not looking for relationship or sum," he said immediately to clear any confusion.
"What? That's not it. I have something very important to tell you," she says.
Nothing could have prepared him for what she had to say next. She sounded nervous before she took a breath to speak.
"Well...... I ended up pregnant. I gave birth to a healthy baby. I found your number and called to let you know. Listen and listen carefully. If you want nothing to do with the baby, that is fine. I just thought you should know. I didn't say anything while I was pregnant because I was focusing on me and my baby and in case something might have happened. And I didn’t have it in me to get an abortion," she said so clearly and calmly.
He heard right? Oh he heard right. Was he too tired and drugged up to believe it or was this for real. She gives him the time to process the news. Once all her words were digested he asks…
“You sure it’s mine? How do you know it ain’t anyone else’s?” He asks confidently.
She takes some air in quickly as if being accused of whoring around. She wasn’t gonna let that slide.
“You’re that last person I slept with. Even then I wasn’t hoe. Never was, never will be ok. Look we were both careless. We didn’t use condoms but I was on birth control which ultimately proved that it’s not as effective as I thought it would be. I’m giving you the choice to come see the baby or to leave the matter completely.”
She was serious in her tone. So believable. Maybe it was the tiredness causing him not to think straight but…..
“Send me your address.”
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I could not sit still. Walking back and forth trying to find something to do to distract me. It's still early morning, slight heavy rain falling and sliding from the top to the bottom of the window. The baby was ok, asleep in the bouncer, slowly rocking. I try to sit on the sofa but my leg just keeps bouncing, with the tv on but not my attention on it.
That dreaded call ended about an hour ago and by the sound of his voice, he was serious.
I flinch at the sound of the buzzer. “Hello?”
“It’s Aaron.”
With not many words I buzz him in. Now in a few moments things could go right or left. This is right, right? I gave him options. That's a good thing right? I definitely didn't want to be one of those women who don't let fathers see their child for no reason. Thoughts stop swirling when there is finally a knock on the door. No more time for hesitation but the doorway felt so far.
Aaron POV
I'm soaked from the rain. It took me being inside the apartment complex to realise. All this time it wasn't on my mind that it was pouring outside. There's an elevator but the stairs seem quicker. I skip a step each time until I'm in front of her door. No time to hesitate. I put my fist against the door to knock.
The door opens with her standing behind it. I most definitely remember now. I’ve been with her more times than I’d like to admit honestly. Can’t lie it was the best, not that I’d admit it to her face. Now seeing her, she has a glow that I hadn't seen before.
"Hi"
"Hi umm sorry bout being soaked, its raining like shit outside."
She gives a small laugh and tells me to come in. I remember I've been here before a couple times. Her place always smelt nice and looked clean. I take my jacket off and hang it by the door. I follow her down the short corridor to the living area. We both turn to the living room.
"Well. Here she is."
In the corner of the room, a baby swing with the smallest human possible as cute as can be a sleep, protected from world. I sit on the sofa before my legs give out. She said 'she'. A girl. I have a daughter. I hold my head in my hands. She sits next to me and put a hand on my leg to calm me down.
"I know it's a lot to process. Believe me. I had the same reaction when I found out I was pregnant. All the worries left when I first held her. It was instant love. Sorry I kept it from you."
"Nah I get it. Whats her name?"
"Her name is Tiana."
"Its a beautiful name."
I don't know what came over me but the need to protect her came out of nowhere. Protect her from every evil out there. It's crazy to think she is a part of me. But what about me? It on dawns me that I hold the role of prowler. Am I good enough for her? Am I strong enough to protect her? Am I man enough to be her father. Am I going to end up abandoning her like my father did? All these thoughts consuming me all at once.
"Would you like to hold her?"
I look at her and she has a reassuring smile encouraging me to hold her. "I don't know how."
"Neither did I but I learned."
She stands and walks over to this sleeping angel. She picks her up and walks up to me. I hadn't met Miles until he was a couple months old, so I have no experience in holding a newborn. I sit up and back and open my hands. She's so small. I don't think I've seen something so precious in my life. My hands are almost the same size as her.
"Don't be scared. Here, move your arm to support her neck and then your other hand holds the side."
She helps me hold her comfortably. With all this fuss she moves around waking from her sleep. Shit here it comes. Big brown eyes stare at me with a twinkle in them. We are both strangers to each other but she has to have trust in me and I never would dream of breaking that trust. A grown man like shouldn't be feeling emotional but here I am. She was right. It was love at first sight.
"She's so beautiful."
"I know right. Big eyes, a cute nose and a head full of hair. She got that part from me."
We both break out into a short laugh.
I hesitate to ask the following questing seeing as we are not together. "What's her last name?"
"I put mine and your last name together hyphenated. If you don't mind."
"It's nice."
We spend the rest of the day just talking, actually getting to know each other. She works as a nurse at a hospital, I told her I do engineering which isn't a lie. I use it as a cover up from what I do other times.
"I have a nephew, my older brothers son. His names Miles. He probably would wanna meet Tiana. Is that cool."
"I don't mind, it's cool she has cousin."
We met at a diner, we talked and it seemed like we were both after the same thing. No relationship but a stress relief. Semi strangers with benefits kinda thing. No personal questions and no feelings.
Looking at it now, that might change now that she had birthed my daughter. Speaking of her she starts stirring in my arms and looks like she's about to cry. Her lips quiver and starts crying. It's hasn't even been ten minutes and I've failed.
"She's probably just hungry. Let me feed her."
I slowly had her over to mom. All of a sudden she lifts the side of top and puts a boob in her mouth. This looks private so I look away to the whatever was playing to the tv. She starts laughing at me though.
"What? It's not like you've never seen them before."
True. I can't look at breasts the same. All this time they were just sexual thing to me but its not even like that. It's a personal connection between mother and child. I change the subject. I ask her how old Tiana is and she tells me only four days old.
"So you're fresh out the hospital then? Was it not hard?"
"It was hard. I couldn't drive because I was still sore from giving birth, so my friend drove me back home. She's been such a help these past few days. Cooking and cleaning for me but she does have a job and her own family to take care of."
"Hold on. Don't you only get a few weeks off work before you have to go back."
"Yeah. Around twelve weeks and then I have to go back to work. Some weeks are even unpaid."
"Well that's stupid."
"Tell me about it but hey, I didn't build the system. Here burp her."
She hands her to me then leaves.
"Where you goin. I don't know how to do this."
"Relax I'm just getting her cloth so she doesn't throw up on you"
She can back as fast as she left, put a pink cloth on my shoulder and move her to my shoulder.
"Just pat her back until she burps."
She gets up to leave and looks like she's heading into the kitchen.
"What you bout to do now."
"I'm a bout to cook. You've got her so I have the time to."
"Nah order some food. Get some rest."
Took some time going back and forth but she sat down. Same time as Tiana finally burps. I move to get my wallet and hand it over to her.
"You know you have a lot of faith in a stranger."
"Same stranger that birth our baby."
"Hilarious."
She orders some food. Time goes by and it eventually comes. We ate, talked. Looking outside, I realise time has gone by fast. Looks like it time me to leave. I get to lay her down back to sleep in her swing.
"Looks like I gotta go now."
"Oh umm thanks for stopping by and seeing her. You make a great father you know."
Her words struck me to my heart. I want to be the best dad to her. Better than my father ever was to me and Jeff.
"Come by anytime. Oh here's your card."
"You hold on to that."
I grab my jacket, say my last goodbyes to both of them but man I so don't wanna leave. I might come back tomorrow. I grab my phone and start calling.
"Hello?"
"Jeff. I need to talk to you."
"Talk."
"I have a daughter."
"That poor woman."
"Ay now ain't the time for games. Me and her we cool. Yeah we were irresponsible but I stepped up. Think about it, you're an uncle now."
"I've been an uncle. Rio has siblings that have children."
"On our side stupid. Anyway can I take Miles to see her tomorrow?"
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*The next day*
Jeff has allowed Miles to come with me to see Tiana. But he doesn't know that. I'm trying to surprise his since he wanna keep asking questions talking bout 'how come I don't have a cousin on your side?'.
"So what spot are we painting today."
"We're not doing that."
"We've been walking for so long. Where are we going?"
"You'll see man, just be a little patient. Don't wanna ruin the surprise."
"Surprise!?"
We arrive at apartment complex. I ring up and I'm let inside. The confused looks on his face makes me just wanna laugh but I can't give it away. We get to the door, knock on it and wait.
"Hi guys, come in."
Miles walks shyly behind me until we turn the living room.
"Miles meet your baby cousin, Tiana."
The look on his face is just priceless. Ain't never seen him so confused. He looks at me then at her mother then at Tiana again.
"You have a daughter. Wait does that make you my auntie?"
"Umm well..."
"Yes it does. See I told you. All those questions bout 'how come I don't have an auntie'. Well you got one now."
"It's nice to meet you Miles. Your uncle has told me a lot about you."
He breaks into a nervous laugh. "Unfortunately I haven't heard about you but it's nice to meet you. So uhh how you guys meet?"
Silence
"That's not important. Here come hold her."
Needless to say besides Miles being so puzzled, he was so happy that he has a little cousin. Since then Miles had come to visit and see her many times after school and during the weekend and has seen her grow. Rio and Jeff came later on with gifts. Rio was beyond excited. Jeff was just as surprised as Miles.
"Your family is really nice, I like them a lot."
"Yeah. I've got a present for you too."
I take her down stair to the parking area. Her eyes could have popped out their sockets. Her mouth open so wide, you'd thing her jaw dislocated. In front of us a white Range with a bow.
"Oh my gosh Aaron wha- what's this?"
I dangle the keys infant of her and drop them in her hands.
"People call it a 'push present' if I'm correct. Oh and that card, spend it on our daughter."
"You are spoiling her to the core and she doesn't even know what money is."
"Only the best for my baby girl. Besides I wanna try this mom and dad thing. That's if you want to?"
"We could do that."
A/N - Honestly, I'm not to sure I did a really good job on this one I can't lie. I might have to reread it again like ten times and make tweaks to it. But let me know in the comments.
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85 and 8 please (for the prompt mashup) <3
ooo 8. Hospital AU and 85. Innocent physical contact
from prompt mash ups
my first foray into yuki x liam!! thank u lia for prompting!!
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“How did you injure yourself again, Liam.”
“Wasn’t my fault, alright? Was reaching for a bunch of gloves on the top shelf and they all just fell on me.”
“These cardboard boxes are so small.”
“Yeah, earth to Dr Tsunoda, cardboard boxes have sharp edges.”
“We aren’t Doctors yet, idiot. You should have let Nurse Robson do it.”
“We will be soon. And Kathleen’s mad at me because I ate her dark chocolate digestives the other day.”
“C'mon. You know better than that by now.”
“I was running between shifts and it was desperate, okay.”
“Not okay.”
“Yes, we know how seriously you take the issue of food thef– ow.”
“The swab was coming from one mile away.”
“It still hurts!”
“Do you need a little bit of, what. Kissing on your big fat head. To make it better.”
“Some of us are genetically not blessed with caucasian genes and hairlines. But yeah. No. Maybe. I don’t care!”
“If you don’t care, then I won’t do it.”
“I didn’t– oi– why are you puckering so weird? Oh for fuck’s sake, your lips are dry.”
“At least your complaining is just the same each time.”
“Wow, Yuki. What would I even do without you.”
“I don’t know. But– stop staring. You always– hold on. It’s buzzing.”
“I have the same equipment. I get the exact same buzzes.”
“You saw the ping? Tracheostomy on 2B.”
“Oh, good. Not done one of those in a while. Should be fun-as.”
“You have very weird ideas of having fun."
"That's why you like living with me, obviously."
"Maybe I'm regretting it."
"Are you?"
“Whatever. Let's go save some lives, ohbei.”
"Right back atcha, hobbit king."
"Stop calling me that. Or I'll stop bandaging your ugly face."
"Hmmm. I'll consider the request. Yeah, no– I won't."
"Asshole."
"Your favourite asshole."
"Shut up."
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Chapter Summary: You've made a harrowing discovery, and you can't shake the suspicion that someone you trust is behind everything.
Pairing: Bartolomeo x F!Reader
Rating: Mature (18+ for the story, referenced NSFW)
TW: none in particular this chapter, mentions of the stalking that's going on but that's about it.
Ao3 Link: Chapter Eight (4.036 words)
Your heart thundered in your chest. Bartolomeo promised he’d look out for you. He hadn’t mentioned seeing or hearing anything since you asked him to start. How did this get past him? How long could this have been getting past him? You really didn’t want to think that he was failing to keep his promise, so maybe whoever had been getting in stopped for a time, and they were picking back up again now that the weather was warmer. You had to tell Bartolomeo what you found.
The racing in your mind should have ended there. You should have closed the window and just hoped that the fan being on would be enough and wouldn’t blow around stale, hot air. You should have gone back to bed, ready to talk to Bartolomeo in the morning.
Instead, you leaned out the window, peering down the fire escape, wondering how someone could even get up to your floor without anyone noticing. Though it was hard to tell for sure, the ladder at the bottom looked too high off the ground. The average person would need to get a little creative to reach it. Although, on the subway commute you’d seen pretty tall locals, so it wasn’t that it was impossible to reach without having one’s own equipment or by exerting a bit of effort. Just unlikely.
As you leaned back in and closed the window, a tiny voice in the back of your mind piped up: Barto could reach that ladder.
You froze. No. No, that was highly unlikely. Bartolomeo wasn’t the type to do something like that. No way. He was kind to you, protective even, and... and he knocked that guy’s teeth in today!
He showed up with pretty convenient timing.
He could have just been out running errands. It was lucky that he showed up like that.
Your stuff stopped going missing for a little while after you asked him to help. How long was it before things got weird again?
Bartolomeo tricked a creep into drugging himself, he wouldn’t stoop so low as to be a creep!
Unless he was protecting something he thought was already his.
No. No, no, no.
You slowly sank to the floor, your face in your hands. There was no way that all this time, Bartolomeo had been stalking you. You felt nauseous at the thought. He’d been so kind, and supportive — he was your friend for fuck’s sake! No. You just weren’t thinking straight. You were panicking over some fucking debris on the floor, that could have come from anywhere.
Luffy hopped down from the bed and approached, purring and nuzzling your ankles. In his little kitty mind, he was trying to ask why you hadn’t come back to bed, because since you weren’t going to the kitchen to feed him, it was obviously still bed time. Then, when he leaned into your palm as you reached for him, he gradually became aware of your distress. You started making sniffling sounds, like the ones he’d done when he had gotten a little sick. He began to purr louder — purring always helped him, maybe it would help you.
You scooped up Luffy into your arms, petting him against your chest. His purring softened for a moment before picking back up, and you gradually felt the panic leave you. There was no way Bartolomeo was the one who’d been breaking in. It couldn’t have been him.
Right?
...It was too late at night to keep dwelling on the thought. You set the fan against the window — if it opened, surely the fan would be knocked over — and turned it on, carrying yourself and your cat back into bed.
Your paranoia would have to wait until morning to be sorted out. You needed a clear head to do so.
Vivi snapped her fingers in front of your face a few times. “Hello? Anyone home?”
You jumped, shaking your head free of the image of the debris in your bedroom. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
She propped her elbows up on the table and placed her chin in her hands. “I asked if you’re okay. You’ve been extra quiet today.”
You nodded, picking at your takeout lunch. “I’m fine. Just... distracted.”
“Over Bartolomeo again?” Drake asked, sipping at his coffee.
“No,” you said a bit too quickly, turning pink. “Sort of.”
Vivi cocked her head. “What’d he do? I thought you guys were doing the ‘just friends’ thing.”
“We are. He didn’t do anything.” You tapped your fingers on the table. “Or he did... guh, I dunno.”
Vivi stared at you expectantly. Drake eyed you suspiciously over his glasses.
You sighed. “After I moved in, someone started breaking into my apartment.” You scratched the back of your neck, avoiding their surprised gazes. “Barto said he’d keep an eye out, and it seemed to stop for a while. I figured he had it handled. But just last night I noticed something that makes me think the break-ins didn’t stop.”
“Do you think he’s been missing whoever’s doing it?” Vivi asked.
Before you could answer, Drake read your mind. “You think he might be the one doing it, don’t you.”
You shrank back, putting your face in your hands. “I don’t know what to think.”
Drake took another drink of his coffee. “Well let’s start with why you would think that.”
You sighed again, running a hand through your hair. “He seems kinda protective of me, the more I think about it. Like what he did at the bar, and then yesterday...” You again avoided eye contact. “He might’ve. Beaten some guy to a pulp for harassing me.”
Vivi’s brows ticked upward. “Wow, really? I would’ve thought that would be more reason not to suspect him.”
“That’s the thing,” you continued. “It was when I was going home. Bartolomeo and I — we weren’t even hanging out. He just... happened to show up.”
Drake’s frown deepened. “Sounds a little too convenient, if you ask me.”
You nodded. “Exactly. And when I think about it, the times I noticed that something was off in my apartment line up with times when he’s been home.”
“Then that settles it!” Vivi jumped up, her hands splayed out on the table. “It’s gotta be him!”
“Slow down,” Drake said, putting an arm on her shoulder to coax her back into her chair. “What would make you think it’s not him?”
You fidgeted in your seat. “Well, he’s been so nice. He comes across as this tough, scary guy, but you should see how he plays with Luffy. He even calls him ‘Mister Luffy’ in this tiny voice I didn’t even know he could do. He’s been helping me keep him secret from the landlord. And he works at that bar partly because he’s helping out his friend’s grandmother. He’s kind of... tender, y’know?”
Drake cocked an eyebrow, silently prodding with a look that said “That’s the best excuse you have?”
You relented, “He doesn’t seem tall enough to reach the fire escape. I haven’t had a chance yet to look at it from the ground, but it looks pretty high up.”
Drake nodded. “All right. How far off the ground do you think it is?”
You leaned back in your chair and twisted your lip. “Eight feet? Maybe nine?”
He pushed out his chair and stood. “How tall is Bartolomeo compared to me?”
You eyed him up and down, tilting your head. “Almost the same height. Maybe a little shorter.”
“But that’s just from your memory,” Vivi said as he sat back down. “Maybe Drake could come by and see if he can reach it? Just to make sure.”
“It’s probably best that I don’t,” Drake said, though with a tint of reluctance in his tone. “If he’s the one behind the break-ins, and if he was stalking you home yesterday, it’s better not to let on that you’re on to him. Not yet, anyways.” He finished his coffee and added, “We also don’t know how he’ll react to other people in his territory, for lack of better term. You said he beat someone to a pulp yesterday?”
You flushed at the memory of Bartolomeo’s shirt and knuckles splattered with blood, quickly nodding your head to dispel the image.
Vivi piped in, “Didn’t you say Cavendish stood you up?”
You blinked, furrowing your brow. “I did, but what does that have to do with this?”
She leaned forward, glancing around as if anyone aside from the three of you were in the breakroom. “What if Bartolomeo had something to do with that, too?”
After a beat, you shook your head. “That’s too far.”
“No, no, think about it!” Her voice was suddenly hushed. “What if he figured it out somehow? If he’s as protective as you say, then someone going on a date with you would absolutely be a threat to ‘his territory’.” She then sat back, her voice returning to normal volume. “Come on, tell me you don’t see it.”
You turned the thought over in your head for a moment, and it sent a sickening shudder down your spine. You knew if you said “no” that Vivi would call you out on the lie, so instead you moved on. “What should I do? I don’t have enough to prove it’s him to go to someone about it, but I also don’t feel like I have enough to prove to myself that it’s not him.”
The three of you sat in silence for a moment, before a phone alarm chimed. Vivi sighed and stood, silencing her phone with an annoyed grumble. She was stopped from leaving when Drake put his hand on her shoulder again.
“I think for now,” he said, “we should keep this between us. No need to worry anyone else until we know more.”
Vivi’s look of annoyance turned serious, and she gave a short nod. “Right.” She then turned to you, making a zipped-lip motion. “Just keep me posted, okay?”
With that she hurried out of the breakroom, just as an alarm went off on your phone to signal the end of your lunch. As you stood, Drake did as well, though he looked deep in thought.
Finally, as you were both leaving the breakroom, he said, “Test him.”
You frowned. “How?”
He slipped a hand in his pocket, leaning against the threshold. “Get him to say something he shouldn’t know about you. Or get him to do something that needs the fire escape. See how he reacts.”
You thought for another moment then nodded. “Thanks, Drake.”
“Any time.” He pushed off the threshold and gently patted your back. “Keep us in the loop. You know anyone here will come running if you need help.” He then smiled, adding, “That’s what friends are really for.”
Bartolomeo was getting nervous. Something was off about you — you weren’t distant or anything, still making time to chat with him and texting him, but you seemed more... tense. He’d asked a couple of different times if you were okay, and you always answered with a shrug and a smile, saying you were just tired from work. Though he could tell that definitely wasn’t the full story, he didn’t want to push.
His patience seemed to pay off, as one evening you invited him into your apartment again for dinner. You’d said you wanted to repay him for knocking the one jerk’s lights out, and who would he be to resist a chance at dinner with you? Let alone a dinner made by you.
Bartolomeo showed up at your door right on time, again wearing a flannel he’d forgotten about. He wondered if he should invest in some nicer-looking clothes, before shaking the thought away — he never before cared about the way he dressed, and he’d only start caring if you said something.
When you answered the door, his heart melted, seeing you again in the blue sailor dress he liked when you... when that Pretty Boy attempted to go out with you. His heart melted further when you hugged him before leading him inside, his stomach doing backflips at the contact.
“Thanks for coming on short notice,” you said, beaming and heading back into the kitchen.
“No prob,” he said, sitting in the dining chair closest to you. “You don’t have to go through all this effort for me, though.”
“I want to,” you said, again making his heart weak. “I’ve actually been wanting to give you a proper ‘thank you’ for a while. Honestly, probably since I got stood up by...” you paused. Your back was to him as you stirred the pot on the stove, and you tipped your head back in thought. “Shit, what was his name again?”
Bartolomeo’s posture stiffened, and he bit down on his tongue. Pretty Boy. Cavendish. But he wasn’t supposed to know that. “I dunno, you never told me.”
You shrugged before returning your attention to the pot. “Well, either way. You put up with me then, and then you saved my ass the other night. I think that’s more than enough reason to go through the effort.”
He smiled. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
Something in the back of his mind, however, began to gnaw at him. He started chatting your ear off to stop thinking about it.
Part way through your conversation about the difficulty of mahjong in Yakuza 0, it started pouring rain. You cussed, taking half a step away from the stove before freezing, then looking over your shoulder. “Can you do me a favor? I don’t wanna leave this alone.”
Bartolomeo jumped up from his seat. “Sure — you need me to watch it?”
“No, no, that’s fine,” your eyes then flicked toward the hallway. “I just left my fan in the fire escape window. Do you think you could pull it in and close it?”
He nodded, turning his body instinctively toward the hall and taking a step toward your bedroom, before freezing. His brow then furrowed — would it be weird that he already knew which room the fire escape was in? By process of elimination it wouldn’t be hard to figure out, but... something felt wrong about immediately going for your bedroom.
“Which room is it in?” he asked, trying to ignore the hairs standing on his neck.
And then he saw it. Your shoulders sank just slightly, and your gaze softened. Like you were relieved that was his response. “It’s in the bedroom. Just down the hall and to the left.” You then pointed accusingly at him with a slotted spoon and grinned. “Don’t go poking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
Bartolomeo nodded again, heading for the bedroom and being careful not to trip over Luffy on the way there. He opened the door and hesitated, glancing around. It was the first time you’d willingly let him into your bedroom, and he tried not to think too hard on how you’d looked at him — maybe you were just relieved he was doing you a favor.
As he pulled the box fan out of the window frame and slid the pane shut, something falling to the floor caught his eye.
Flakes of chipped paint and bits of rust, littering the floor by the fire escape.
Fuck.
“Everything okay in there?” you called.
“Yeah, just. Distracted.” He quickly set the fan down over top of the debris and hurried back out, looking just a hair paler.
You cocked your head at him. “You feeling okay?”
He nodded, sitting back down. “I’m fine. You’re room’s just... cute.”
You gave him that thousand-sun smile, a faint blush in your cheeks as you continued cooking. “Thank you. Food’s almost done.”
The rest of the evening went surprisingly smooth, especially considering Bartolomeo was now paranoid that you were catching on to something he really didn’t want you catching on to. He didn’t think that you noticed the debris — after all, it could have been something that just happened. But that little gnawing feeling in the back of his mind told him that it may have been happening for a while, and he wasn’t as good at covering his tracks as he thought. Then it hurt him a little, to think that if you did notice it that you didn’t bring it up to him. He pushed that thought aside quickly, deciding that you were far too good to keep something like that secret from him.
Nevermind that the gnawing feeling tried to convince him you were trying to trip him up.
As Bartolomeo laid in bed that night, after jacking off for the umpteenth time since he’d started stalking looking out for you, he worried at his lower lip, his teeth dangerously close to digging in and drawing blood. The solution was easy — just. Back up off the break-ins again.
Far easier said than done.
Meanwhile, your dreams about Bartolomeo ramped up in frequency. Sometimes he came to you as the beast-like creature, his mouth dripping with blood and drool. He always brought gifts, your tired mind’s way of accounting for the weight of a kitten on your chest. He’d so far brought a heart, a hand, and something that shifted between being a head and a liver.
There was once when he appeared normal, grinning at you like he’d just seen the sun for the first time. It was a smile offset by the broken skin on his knuckles, and the red stains on his shirt and the cuffs of his jeans. It was arguably a more unsettling dream than the monster ones, as he then approached and talked to you like nothing was wrong.
And those were just the dreams where he wasn’t fucking you. Over the kitchen counter, on the couch, in your bed, in what your brain could only imagine as his bedroom. Always moaning “mine” in your ear and leaving bite marks on your shoulders. To your immense frustration, you always woke up before you came.
Apparently, the efforts you had made to try and prove his innocence weren’t enough for your nerves to settle down. You decided to try one more idea.
After much further deliberation, you had a plan. It was pay-day, but you already declined to go out for the usual drinks. You were texting Bartolomeo when he told you that, by some miracle, he didn’t have to work, and you were going to try something a little riskier. That morning you made sure Luffy’s gravity feeder had enough food and his water fountain was still running and full, so you knew he’d be okay by himself for a little longer than usual. Then, during your shift, you pulled Robin aside. After explaining the situation to her, with only the slightest bit of judgment that you didn’t come to her sooner about the part where you worried about a stalker in the first place (though she figured you had your reasons), she listened to your plan.
“I need you to hold on to my apartment keys.”
She nodded, holding her hand out. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to see if Barto’s tall enough to reach the fire escape.” You shuffled through your purse and handed them over. “If he can reach it and unlock my apartment from within, then that might be enough to prove he’s been breaking in this whole time.”
“What if he says no? Or it turns out he can’t reach it?”
“I’ll text you and ask if you can swing by the archives to get them when you guys are done with drinks.” You shrugged, blushing faintly as you added, “I’ll hang out with him until then.”
Robin considered for a moment, before nodding again and dropping your keys into her purse. “If he does agree to help, what’ll you do then?”
You paused, frowning. You hadn’t thought quite that far ahead.
Robin could sense as much, and gently took one of your hands. “If he does it, still text me. I’ll come get you and you can stay with me for a little while until we figure it out.”
You stared at her with wide eyes, then tears began to prickle in your periphery. Without much warning you hugged her. “Thanks, Robin.”
She laughed, lightly hugging you back. “You don’t have to thank me. If this will bring you peace of mind, I want to help you. Rooster’s been good to you, so I hope he’s not behind all this.” She then held you back by the shoulders and gave you a look that sent chills down your spine. “And if he is, I’ll castrate him.”
Bartolomeo heard loud cursing right after the elevator ding. He looked out the peephole to see you digging through your purse, cussing up a storm and bemoaning, “How the hell did I lose them?!”
He opened his door a crack and leaned out. “You good?”
You huffed, frowning. “No, I’m not. I can’t find my keys.”
“Oh, shit.” He fully stepped out and shut his door, trying to subtly lean over and see into your purse. “Where’d you last see them?”
“I don’t know,” you groaned. “I think I forgot them in my work locker. Fuck.”
He couldn’t see them either, not from the angle he had. “Maybe the landlord can let you in?”
“And risk him finding Luffy?”
“...you got me there.”
“So, short of breaking and entering, I’m not getting in until I find my keys.” You pulled out your phone and started texting, before you paused. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to lockpick, do you?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “I might. But it’ll risk messin’ up your lock and you’ll have to pay for a new key.”
“Damn,” you huffed, then eyed him up and down. “...Do you know where the fire escape is from the outside?”
He froze. “Uh—”
“Maybe you could climb up and get in for me? Open it from the inside?”
Fuck. Shit. Shit shit shit FUCK. Panic slithered through Bartolomeo’s veins, and he tried to look anywhere but your face. You were on to him. You had to be. Why else would you ask him this? No — no, this was innocent enough. You did say short of breaking in, so maybe you had — what was the word? an epiphany? — or whatever. But... if you were on to him, and he did as you asked, how long would he have before you left him high and dry? Or worse?! After all the work he’d put into knowing you — shit, he was taking too long to answer!
“I dunno,” he said. “Those ladders are pretty high off the ground. I’m pretty sure I can’t reach them.”
You deflated. “Well, how tall are you?”
He swallowed. “Seven-three.”
“Come on, that’s plenty tall enough!” You looked up at him with puppy eyes. “Please? Can’t you try?”
Bartolomeo almost cursed you for having such pretty eyes. How dare you use them against him like this? With every ounce of resistance he had, he shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Even if I could, I don’t wanna break the window tryin’ to open it from the outside.”
You stared at him for several long seconds, your eyes searching his face. He really hoped you couldn’t see the sweat forming on his brow. Please stop lookin’ at me with those eyes. Please, please, please I’m beggin’ you.
You sighed, finally looking down. “Okay, fair enough.” You then returned to texting. “I’ll see if Robin can bring them to me. I think she has keys to the archives.”
He let out the breath he’d been holding, passing it off as a sigh of his own. Another few seconds and he would’ve broke. His mind then circled back around — you couldn’t be on to him. You just couldn’t be. And if you were, how was he going to gain back your trust?
“Shit,” you hissed. “That’s right, it’s pay-day. I wanted to skip out on drinks tonight, but Robin’s still going. She doesn’t know when she’ll get to the archives.”
After a moment, Bartolomeo realized the opportunity before him. Not only could he regain your trust, but maybe... just maybe...
“You wanna hang out at my place for a bit?”
#i'll fucking digest you one kiss at a time#ifdyokaat#one piece x reader#bartolomeo#bartolomeo x you#reader insert#bartolomeo one piece#bartolomeo the cannibal#yandere#PHEW#CHONKY chapter#sorry it's about 50/50 on the barto content but there was a lot of set-up and deliberation i wanted to get through#next chapter.... next chapter we'll have some fun <3
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7, 9 and 17 for the BL ask game :D! 💙
🌸 bl ask game 🌸
7) Top 5 BL - You can find my full answer for that here!
Since I've answered a good chunk of these questions I'm going to start rolling a random dice until I get one I haven't answered so I'm not short changing anyone.
22) Favorite Veteran (Dice Roll) - I think Max Nattapol. I'm so sad we won't be seeing him with Tul anymore but I'll absolutely be watching Red Peafowl just for him (and Boun.) Max just brings so much to his characters and he's so expressive - His acting was even convincing me to keep watching Together With Me which is just terrible. (Thank you @sparklyeyedhimbo for convincing me that was the devil talking.) I also respect that Max just says shit sometimes. Big me energy, I respect that kind of feralness in a man.
9) Currently Watching - Oh shit! I'm actually kind of in limbo right now. I just finished Triage and that was a lot to digest and sit with so I needed some time to just soak all that in. I've also begun reading Manner of Death (very slowly) and between that, making gifs, writing some new fanfics, and trying to be a good employee at my day job I've been taking a little break. (Though my friend and I are doing a full Triage binge watch tomorrow, hehe.) My 'to-watch' list is huge and I'm always looking for recommendations! (I'm incredibly susceptible to peer pressure.)
17) Best Kiss - You can find my full answer for that one here!
25) Favorite Friends (Dice Roll) - I think a really obvious one is Rain and Sky from Love in the Air but I'm going to go in a little different direction and say I love the friendship between Wen and Gong in Moonlight Chicken. One of my favorite things about Moonlight Chicken was the way Gong tells Wen the truth and doesn't always jump to his rescue. I love that at some point Gong says no, you can't come stay with me, you and Alan need to figure your shit out and stop doing this to each other. That's a real fucking friend, that's someone that loves you enough to tell you the things you don't want to hear and push you to do the things you don't want to do. I adore Gong and I definitely have a gifset planned for him in the future.
#ben my beloved#thank you for the ask!#bunn asks#ask game#max nattapol#triage the series#triage#moonlight chicken#moonlight chicken gong#🌸bl ask game
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Red number two looks very interesting :o
(Ty!!)
2. "I'm so fucking pissed." - Ian/Shayne | Ian/Anthony
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Anthony is back at Smosh for three whole months before he finds out about Ian and Shayne. The worst part is that he didn't find out because Ian bothered to tell him, no, he found out because he happened to see them together.
Anthony and Ian had been working late at the Smosh office alongside Josh as they finished up the vocals for a song they planned on incorporating into one of their future sketches. Ian had stretched and glanced at the clock before he sighed.
"I actually gotta get going," he had said.
"Oh?" Anthony started, taking off the headphones as he had looked at his best friend, "What's up?"
"Nothing serious, just dinner plans with a friend," Ian explained, "and if I don't leave now I'm going to be late."
Josh offered his hand in the air for Ian to give him a high five, not quite tearing his eyes away from the music program he had pulled up on his computer.
"I'll be in normal time tomorrow morning if I need to re-do anything," Ian explained as he high fived Josh. Then he moved over towards Anthony, giving him a bright smile and a quick side hug that Anthony only just had enough time to return.
"Okay, man, see you later," Anthony had said, the headphones hung around his neck. Ian wasn't obligated to tell him all his plans, but he hadn't mentioned a dinner at all when Anthony asked if he didn't mind staying a little late tonight.
Anthony picked up the headphones and was about to put them back on when he noticed Ian's phone sitting at the edge of the table they had been working at. Anthony had rolled his eyes, taking off the headphones fully before he went and grabbed Ian's phone.
"I'm going to try and catch him," Anthony had explained to Josh as he hustled out of the room, hoping to catch Ian before he left the parking lot in his car.
Ian was in the parking lot by the time Anthony had caught up to him, but he wasn't alone. Shayne was there, his own car parked next to Ian's, his stocky frame pressing Ian up against the side of his own vehicle. Shayne had a hand cupping Ian's jaw as they kissed slowly, familiarly, in the studio parking lot.
Anthony had stood there dumbfounded, Ian's phone slack in his hand. He doesn't remember exactly what had happened next. Whether he made a sound or whether Ian could sense him there, but either way Ian looks up and catches Anthony's eye.
He and Shayne break apart like they are suddenly burning each other.
"Anthony!" Ian said, breathless, his face red. Shayne looked at the ground, unable to meet Anthony's eyes.
"You, um, forgot your phone," Anthony had explained, holding up the device as proof of his reason for being outside, for seeing what he did.
Ian, still beet red, strode across the parking lot and took his phone from Anthony's outstretched hand.
"I-" Ian started, looking up at Anthony with worry.
"Your dinner," Anthony said, trying to keep his voice neutral.
"What?" Ian had said, confusion lacing his voice.
"You're going to be late, remember?" Anthony had said, trying to play it cool though his insides were swirling like he had just ingested something toxic.
Ian had nodded, had turned away from Anthony, "Right."
Then, Anthony was gone, back inside the office, not willing to let the scenario play out in front of him.
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That was three days ago. Three days where Anthony and Ian didn't talk about what happened, what he saw. Anthony had finished out his session that night with Josh, trying to pour himself into work and forget what he saw outside in the parking lot.
The next day he worked on his solo channel, not going to the Smosh office. He didn't talk to Ian at all. His mind reeled, haunted by what he saw, his body and mind trying to digest it, process it, make sense of why the image of Shayne and Ian kissing was making Anthony feel like he swallowed glass.
Deep down, he knew why, he just didn't want to give it a voice.
Anthony had saw Shayne and Ian kiss on a Monday evening. He wasn't back in the office until today, until Thursday. Mercifully, Shayne happened to have the day off, but Anthony knew he would see Ian. He had half-expected Ian to text him after the incident, try to explain or...apologize? For what, Anthony wasn't sure. But Ian never texted and now Anthony sat stewing in the conference room.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. How could Ian keep this from him? Why did it not come up? He had so many questions and Ian had all the answers.
There was a knock on the door and Anthony looks up, not bothering to school his expression of annoyance when the door opens and he sees Ian poke his head into the room.
"Selina said you were looking for me?" Ian asks, as if it is not obvious, as if he didn't just blow Anthony off for three days.
"Can we talk?" Anthony says, more curt than he means to, "In your office?"
Ian swallows thickly, but he nods, swinging the door open and heading towards his office, Anthony trailing behind him.
They walk silently to Ian's office. Thankfully no one else happens to be around at the time as Ian holds open his office door to let Anthony pass through before he follows after, shutting the door behind him.
Ian stands nervously in the room, looking somewhat like a child who is about to be scolded.
"Look-" Ian starts with a sigh.
"I thought we were going to be better with this whole communication thing," Anthony says, cutting Ian off.
Ian blinks at the razor sharp tone of Anthony's voice.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't think it was a conversation we should have over text. I didn't even know if you wanted to talk about it or just pretend it never happened."
"Of course I want to talk about it! You were making out with an employee of ours!"
"I-" Ian falters, "I know there's, like, dynamic shit, but it isn't weird really. Shayne was the one that asked me out and it's been almost a year."
Anthony's heart drops to his feet. Almost a year? Anthony and Ian had reconnected about ten months ago. All this time, all this rebuilding of their friendship and Ian had said nothing about the fact that he was dating Shayne?
Jealousy seeps into Anthony, feeling like it's choking him. His best friend, Ian, had hid something so big from him. They were supposed to be open and honest with each other and already Ian was keeping secrets.
"I'm so fucking pissed!" Anthony snaps, he watches Ian flinch. "I can't believe you didn't tell me!"
Ian scoffs, "Sorry, I didn't realize I have to tell you when I'm dating someone."
"Maybe when it's someone who works for us?" Anthony bites back, "Is he the first or have you been hooking up with other employees?" Anthony snipes.
A wounded look crosses Ian's face, "It isn't like that. I...I know it sounds fucked up because I'm technically his boss, but I lov-"
"Stop," Anthony says, verging on desperate, "I don't want to hear it."
"Look," Ian starts, stepping closer to Anthony. The older of the two feeling like he wants to cry. He's angry at Ian, he's hurt, he's sad, and jealous, all this poisonous feelings creating a storm in his body. He wants to leave, he wants to be as far away from here as he can be, but what would that do? It would be like before, when they ran from conflict instead of talking about it, but this topic, Shayne and Ian, it is the last thing Anthony wants to hear.
"I'm sorry. I should have told you. I just...he and I started kind of dating right when you and I reconnected and everything was new on both sides. I didn't want to rock the boat either way, so I kept it from you, until I knew where things might fall with Shayne."
Anthony closes his eyes, "And now?"
"We're good," Ian says, softly. Anthony feels like he's been punched in the gut, "he makes me happy, Anthony."
Happy. Ian deserves to be happy.
Ian steps closer, his hand seeking out Anthony's shoulder.
"I want us to be okay too, Anthony."
Anthony squeezes his eyes shut tighter, takes a deep breath, then he nods, looking at his best friend, the most important person in his life. He swallows past the thick rope of jealous that feels like it's strangling him.
"We are...we will be," He admits, "I just, I want you to tell me things."
Ian nods, "I'm sorry."
Anthony, he loves Ian, he does, probably too much judging by the pain that ricochets through him. He loves Ian and he wants Ian to be happy. Who is he to complain? He left. He gave opportunity for Shayne to grow closer to Ian. He wasn't there and Shayne was. He has no one to blame but himself.
"I forgive you," Anthony says carefully. He touches Ian's elbow and watches his best friend smile in response. "And I'm glad you're happy."
#shian#shayan#ianthony#jealous!anthony#☀️🔍#smosh fic#jealousy#prompts#shayne/ian#ian/shayne#my fics#my fanfiction
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I saw that Lando was angry and sad, but I knew it was my fucking fault, since coming out, I haven't called him even once.
"Lando, wait, this is my fault, yes, I made a mistake. I should have called you or written to you, but you kissed me. I don't know where to put this, sorry." Looking ahead, I knew this would be hard to digest, even if Logan was watching us. ,,What now?"
"Oscar, are you aware that Lando has a boyfriend?" I laughed at Oscar, who completely freezes upon hearing the news. "Boyfriend?" Who?" I was hoping something or someone from the background would film us or take photos. "I don't know if the birds are fluttering whether it's a Formula 2 guy or Charles' younger brother, I don't know the details either, only that they got together in the penultimate race." My reaction was a slap in the face, but a good one for Logan. "You got this on behalf of Charles, he would do the same for Arthur, damn he loves girls." "It's half true that he's bisexual and Charles knows it." "Fuck or not, Logan"
He giggled at them, his two cubs came last year and are already rumored to be cute. "Is it okay, boys, that the rumor is about my younger brother?" I beat them in the back. "I didn't say that he is with him centrally, but it could also be that he is dating a Formula 2 guy right now, Lando, don't say stupid things." I shook my head because that's what I heard, because they always said that to each other. ,,With who? Ollie?” ,.I don't think Paul or Zak. But they also say that Lando is a transboy and that he will have surgeries, but I think this is just a rumor." Lando was born a girl but claimed to be a boy and they already had and did he already have surgery? What?" ,, It's stopping, I see, I'm here too, fuck you!!! Yes, I was born as a girl, I went through hormone treatment first, ok, I went to a psychologist for a long time before that and only then did I have surgery, you bastards know what a horrible feeling it is when your breasts are taken off you for the fuck, but in the meantime you still menstruated every month because you can't do anything with the fallopian tubes, you stupid idiots . What if I have a boyfriend? Get it! Between you?!”
I started sobbing holding my face again, fuck you stupid American bastard Logan. "Logan, if you do this shit, I'll tell you and your brother Summer Pertty and I'll spit at Jenny Han, you fucking know that I love both the book and the series, you bastard!!!!" I cut my neck and buried my face in my palm, not only sobbing, I started burping. "There's nothing wrong with Lando, he just knows what he's told, it's all rumours." "It's not the OSC, it's true that I got together with one of the F2 drivers and I should have said that, it was even time to coming out a couple of years ago and I wasn't brave enough to stand up and admit it." I cut my beasball hat to the ground, then fell to my knees and howled and burped more than when I was one of the many girls. "Lando?" Osc and Charles hugged me and I hid between them and began to tremble, I could tell this secret was big, but damn big. "What's going on?" "Alex, not now..."
"Is everything okay, Lando?" "Don't fuck me Alex!!!!! Logan, your fucking teammate found out about everything and told Ocsar first and then to Charles, he hates me like a dick!!!!!" "I missed what you were saying?" I'm sorry, but you know that apart from drinking beer, we almost never meet anywhere, buddy." "He said that the fact that I wasn't born a boy has nothing to do with it, I'm a trans boy at the age of twenty-four, I'm more of a trans boy, but I wasn't born a boy, this fucking big thing." "You could have said that even in your old age, Lando, that you were born in the wrong body, and I'll accept you anyway, right?" "I'm gay, I'm gay, and if no one is paying attention or if they don't take me seriously, I'll put on make-up for a more serious date with my boyfriend." "Do you have a boyfriend since you and the mysterious guy started dating?" I crouched down in front of him and caressed his face and he was looking at himself, playing with his lips, I knew he could say something but he didn't dare. "It's been going on for half a year, but it's very secret and he's an F2 guy." I looked up at him and my stomach couldn't take it anymore and I threw up shaking, but this morning vomiting has been going on for three weeks, but I don't understand why it's taking so long, I'm out of it, Sorry, but I'm looking for a pharmacy and taking a pregnancy test, because this is what's causing me to freak out . I'm really sorry guys.” I shouted and ran away.
"Old friend Lando, where are you running again?" Based on the videos, you've been running around the city all week, is that how much you train, my friend?" I ran after Lando, who didn't even notice until I poked him twice on the shoulder, "I'm sorry Carlos, I'm just running to the pharmacy, Max suddenly had an upset stomach and in the middle of the night he sat on the toilet or threw up, I'll take him something to the hotel to make him better, I'm a true childhood friend in this case .” I smiled and crossed my fingers because I lied again. "Nana, you've been lying since you told me you're a trans boy and the first pregnancy worry..." "I'm sorry, I might have failed because I'm three weeks late and I'm nervous, I'm going to get myself tested and yes..." "Landooo, you were NonoRris again and a younger one I liked you boy, who is it?" ,,Fuck Carlos!!!!! Ollie what about you???? heh????” "You idiot, when you got together you were only seventeen, almost pedophilia, are you normal???" I looked in front of me, I put my harp on my lips and showed my middle finger, then I kicked him, "Fuck and he went in too and his family knows him, stupid animal!!!!" Sobbing, I ran on, I didn't care about anyone and nothing, it's not that he's right, it could be a scandal, and we got together, Charile and I, Nick from Heartsopper, and on top of that, it's a secret, which is even sexier, everyone in our relationship can get in on it.
"Thank you, ma'am, one of my friend's girlfriends is going to have a dowry, she is worried that she is pregnant." I ended up coming out of one of these local Asda-like places with an embarrassed face because the pharmacy I was in didn't have a test anywhere, and suddenly there was a shortage of items everywhere. "Lando, what's wrong with me?" "Nothing, nothing Ollie, I just bought myself an apple mini chocolate cake, suddenly I wanted it." "Well, I'll believe it if it's called a pregnancy test and it's not seven days old because that's what's written on it, you're so naive, Landi, a few times, that you've also accepted that boys can be pregnant, come on, let's add that to the list to a WAG.” "I can't be pregnant. How can I say this, I feel inside that it's over, but I was born as a girl and I've already undergone quite a few operations, but my fallopian tubes and uterus have not been removed yet, so the story is long enough." "Wait, are you a transgender man? I don't believe this, but, but why now? It is customary to say this before the first sexual experience or before you meet the family, not just out of nowhere. No, we didn't break up, but don't come up with it like this, but another time." I kissed Landi's forehead, who started to cry and read the instructions on the test box, what and how to do it, "What if it showed more than two or three weeks?" I was shaking, I didn't know what the hell to do now, not because I'm official for the opening ceremony, they specifically asked me to cheer up the people, yes, in the afternoon, so I thought I'd run a little more on the track. "But when in the evening, but what about our date?" "Afterwards" "It's good before bed, but when the hell are we so well divided?" They tell us when and what we can eat, get up, exercise or when we have free time. what the hell will happen if I make it past the fifth month? From then on, I can't even sit in a car according to the rules."
"Lando, are you waiting for him?" but since when?" I pulled him aside in a shopping center where he was looking at the map for some reason. he's not used to going to places like this, only when he's hungry, and that's rare. "George, let me go, I have to pee, I'm serious!!!!" He snapped at me and I started backing away with raised hands when I noticed that he was looking for the nearest Sephora. ,,Sephora seriously? what do you put on makeup for? you are a boy?" "Bastard, if you're a transgender boy and I'm gay, fuck me and I've run out of foundation and I want to buy a new one." "A bit expensive, isn't it? For the sake of your fans, if you can use it, for example, there are cheaper ones at the other store.” "I've tried everything and the only thing that works is the contour, I don't know who it is. It made my skin break out and I use powder, especially loose powder there." Fuck you, you admitted that you spend hundreds of thousands just on make-up because your skin sucks." ,,So what? Do you remember the etiquette rules here?” ,,What do you mean?" "Here you can pee in the toilet and take a pregnancy test because I might be pregnant." "You can't do that anywhere, in fact, I think it's disgusting." "Thank you for your opinion and then your hotel after the date." "Who are you going on a date with?" Ollie, my boyfriemd, we're in the same class, okay? although knowing you, his age will be a problem." "How old is the gentleman?" ,,18" "Here????" "So much and we've already gone to bed, what's wrong with you?" "You stupid Mclaren, he's a member of Ferrari, how could you fuck with him... Let's face it, you can't be blonder."
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'The Chosen One' PART 2//
hello lovelies, hope you are well. here is part 2 of 'the chosen one' there will be more parts. I had problems with the orders, some of them weren't able to place the orders for me, but I fixed it! now you can order whatever you want ;) I already have some orders that I will make soon. take care, xoxo <3
After the information that Rose gave us that the 'chosen one' by the player will spend 1 week with him at a business dinner, I swallow this information dry, but maintaining my posture.
Rose gives the player an opening to pass. He walks by slowly, scrutinizing each girl in line like merchandise ready to be "buyed." When he lands his eyes on me, his gaze burns into my face as he moves down to my body, making me uncomfortable. however, I maintain my posture confident and unshakable.
He passes slowly by the other 2 girls who were missing in the queue and goes straight to Rose who has bright eyes, anxiously waiting for the choice of the millionaire player. He has a quiet conversation with Rose, who looks directly at me and smiles.
Damn it; I think to myself, already sending a shiver down my spine. Rose comes walking towards me:
_come, let's go to the hotel immediately to pack your things, you were chosen by Mr. Mbappé Y/N, congratulations!!
When she finishes speaking, my world completely comes crashing down. I stand still for a moment trying to digest what she just told me. It was everything I didn't want. My thoughts ramble quickly in my mind. Now what? 1 week with this kylian? Oh my God. Here in France, there is no shortage of rumors about Kylian Mbappé, mainly that he is an arrogant and capricious man. I don't know who or what to believe anymore… my question is: why did he have to choose ME out of all these girls? I'm lost in my thoughts, until Rose shakes me:
-y/n?? y/n??? Come on, wake up from his daydreams, go ahead and get dressed! I'm going to send Joe to pick up your things at the Hotel to make things easier, because Mr Mbappé is already waiting… and he's in a hurry! let's be quick!
Rose practically dragged me out by the wrist and walked quickly to the Hall where the girls get ready before entering the club. Rose again starts talking:
_go y / n get dressed and be quick, your things will be downstairs, I'll be back in 10 minutes to pick you up!_ says Rose not hiding the enthusiasm in her voice.
Rose closes the door quickly. Still not digesting what just happened, I start to get ready thinking about what will happen, 1 week with Kylian. A lump appears in my throat, and tears threaten to fall down my face.
_ what life is this my god? I speak repenting and preparing myself at the same time. I put on a shiny black strapless dress but not as short as before, touch up my makeup and when I least expect it I'm ready.
I hear a knock on the door and soon Rose's figure appears:
_We will? - I nod slightly in affirmation and follow Rose through the halls of the club, almost reaching the main hall. Rose begins:
_Your suitcase has already been placed in the limousine of Mr. Mbappé. Rose starts:
_Listen y/n, be good and kind to you.mbappé he is one of the newest clients in the house, he is investing a good amount in you and in the club. Remember, you owe me half of this money to cover your debt. so be nice to him, got it??? And also do your job very well so that he comes back more often. Rose winks, hinting at sexual things as usual.
Rose's words turn my stomach, if I didn't owe her so much I would tell her to fuck off right now.
Okay, I understand. I say nodding with a fake smile.
I arrive in the main hall, and there he is Kylian Mbappé. He is saying goodbye to player Hakimi. I barely show up and his eyes are already on me, his mysterious gaze intrigues me. I approach him and he greets me by kissing the back of my hand:
_Pleasure, ma belle. What's your grace beautiful lady?
_Prazer, my name is Y/N
_A beautiful name. he says
_ Thanks! I say looking away from his eyes.
Rose begins:
_Boa voyage mr mbapé have a good experience, I hope you enjoy Au Revoir!
_Merci, Au Revoir! says kylian holding my hand and guiding me to the exit of the club.
As soon as we leave, the flashes start from paparazzi and fans blinding our eyes.
_ Mbappé, Mbappé we love you! Says a crowd of fans that forms behind the security guards. He waves to some and gets into the car first and I soon follow, with my mind surrounded by uncertainties.
Soon the security guards enter the luxurious car that leaves quickly. During the whole journey it was silent, Kylian was on her cell phone most of the time, and I was just looking at the landscape that beautiful Paris can provide.
A few minutes later we arrive at the large mansion that Kylian lives in. The large gates open revealing the beautiful garden that surrounded the sophisticated house. I'm impressed with so much sophistication, I deduce if it's like that on the outside, imagine the inside. I'm woken from my thoughts when the car pulls up and the security guards get out of the car first, opening the door. I go out first and Kylian follows right behind, guiding me to the entrance of the large mansion.
Kylian goes a little forward opening the door:
_ welcome to my house _ kylian says making room for me to enter.
I am impressed looking at this house. It's really very beautiful and sophisticated, I've never seen anything like it really.
_ Thanks. Your home is really beautiful and elegant. I say looking at Kylian who looks at me with a playful look.
_tank you, make yourself at home. My security will take your things upstairs. Meanwhile, come I want to introduce you to my house.
He shows me every room, from the living room to a room reserved only for all of his career awards, a fan would do anything to be in that room. I don't follow football very much but really, he deserves everything he has achieved.
in every corner I am more impressed with the good taste that surrounds this house.
_Are you enjoying it? Kylian says glancing at me
_ yes it is really beautiful, congratulations on the good taste!
_ thank you, but we are arriving at the best room in the house. Kylian says entering nothing less than the kitchen!
I enter the kitchen, and I am impressed again:
Wow!!
Absurdly beautiful and sophisticated, and I've never seen so many utensils in my life. Only later I notice 2 women in the kitchen, it's probably the cooks.
Kylian introduces us:
Camile and Giselle is y/n
I greet them
_ Pleasure
Pleasure! say the two in unison Everything you need talk to the 2, they have fairy hands. Kylian says smiling.
_I'm sure yes.
I say goodbye to the 2 women and Kylian starts to go up the stairs, I follow right behind.
I notice he's heading towards his room, I don't know how to explain it but my heart starts beating faster, I feel a little depressed, here I go complaining again about a stupid debt...
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