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ivelleciel · 3 days

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IRIS BENEATH THE SUN

Chapter One: Betrayal Genre: Mafia!Haechan, Mafia!NCT, Biker Haechan, Step on me Haechan, Haechan Dom

Pairings: Haechan x Reader (Iris)

Warning: Smut, Violence, Vulgar Language, Mention of blood, MDNI

Intro: Where a girl finds herself trapped within her brother's protection. One would find it a blessing but for Iris, it's suffocation- and she's someone who would often like the thought of being choked, but simply not like this. Raised within thick walls inside the perimeters of their mansion, She finds herself treasuring every opportunity she gets whenever she is given volunteer work for the people in need outside the city of glass she was born in. Fun and Exciting is how she always saw these trips, it was until darkened windows of SUVs blocked their way from going any further in the middle of the desert. It was the only land of nothing dividing the city and the suburbs and yet they were stopped by armed men, six- seven? she couldn't count as she was too in shock, scared even much more so when her side of the vehicle opened and a pair of gloved hands pulled her away from your handmaiden's side. "Giselle!" Iris cried and a bag was hovered over her head and the last thing she remembered was Giselle's screams, Men simultaneously giving orders to her bodyguards and a gun going off. Then there was black.

"Ha ha. So funny. What then? Bore myself to death by my room's window? waiting for prince charming to save me? No thank you. Give me twenty more of these tasks and consider me the happiest sister ever." Mumbling her last words as she fix her hair to a half-do with a claw clip. Iris saw Johnny's sad gaze through her mirror before he could mask it with a stoic smile. She sighed and faced her brother, leaning in to hug herself tight on his chest.

"Stop babying me.. It's only for a few hours. What's the worst that could happen?"

"I heard there are many forest spiders in the village. Thousands." Johnny exaggerated, trying to coax her with her teasing by blabbering stupid things and then he sighed when Iris only hummed her soft chuckle, unconvinced. "... you're just the only family I have left."

"And so are you to me." Iris sighed, looking up to her brother with an exhausted expression. "But mom and dad would have wanted us to live life with more meaning than in fear.."

"I know.." Johnny sighed, tapping the cap Iris had on before marching to her room's door. "Well chop chop city girl. They're not gonna feed themselves." Chuckling as they make their way downstairs, Iris gave one last look at the frame by her bed. Her late mother, late father, Johnny and herself. Smiling by the lake that held many memories for her and Johnny, some of which they didn't know would end in a tragedy.

Iris saw Giselle, one of her many good friends, packing extra necessities for Iris and the trip. Back hugging the petite frame, Giselle squealed, too focused on her task in hand to even notice Iris before glaring at the girl. "Silly! What if I dropped your anxiety pills?" she heard Gigi clicked her tongue, Iris resumed with a bratty smile to where Yuta was by their white van. "Everything settled Yuta?" Yuta, clasped his armed weapon on his belt and smiled at Iris, an unspoken answer to which Iris nodded to before getting up inside the van. Settling on the middle seat, between the window spot and the collapsing chair, she earned a perfect view of Mark.

A container in one hand and the other with what looks like an ammunition box, being stored inside another case. "Put the Magazine under the compartment along with out other containers yeah?" Iris could hear him order Jeno in which the latter obeyed to. She couldn't help but gape at Mark and his focused stance. If Iris was a completely eye-roller at Johnny's protectiveness then with Mark it was all heart eyes and red cheeks. Who wouldn't if the male holds glory to the uniform Johnny assigned them to. Camo pants and Army green fitted shirt is one of the fun treats Iris would look forward to with these programs, along with the nurturing feeling of helping other people.

She heard a throat clearing beside her and Iris just continued gawking. "Can a man get any more handsome?" Iris sighed, pouting her lips when Mark left her view to head inside, presumably to bid farewell to Johnny and reassure him that He and Jaehyun would take good care of you and the task in hands. "I wouldn't know, I'm not the one drooling a pool over here." Iris bit her lips, side eyeing her friend with a snort. "Oh please, as if I don't notice how you look at Yuta?" Giselle smacked Iris arm for that playfully before scooting herself on the window seat. "House Rules. We can't date co workers, but nobody said that about drooling over them." Giselle tossed her hair to tease Iris before being silence by the large frame towering by the sliding door. "Everyone ready?" Johnny mused, eyeing all the equipments and bags in the back seat before giving one last stern look at Iris.

"You behave-" Iris groaned when she saw Yuta, Mark and Jeno exchange smiles behind. "I will! It's not like I won't come straight home. Please stop." Iris whined further before she let Johnny ruffle her hair, backing away from the door to close it himself. Yuta and Jeno positioned in their seats in front. She only got lucky twice that she get to have Mark accompany her in the van.

Two vehicles were to transmit from their mansion. One where Jaehyun and Mark would carry with weapons and their tents and boxes of goods, And one where she's on with Giselle, Yuta and Jeno. It was always four guards with too many weapons. Johnny sees it as not enough but Iris claimed it was more than enough given that it was only her in the vehicle and nothing really ever happened to her despite Johnny's protectiveness.

Somewhere along their trip, Iris was sitting comfy by the window of the collapsing chair with Giselle passed out and a pillow on her lap. She just woke up from her nap and noticed that they were far from near the town they were heading to and yet also too far from home. She checked back as she pushed an air bud in her ear, the van Mark and Jeno are in behind them with safe distance. She played a soft song, ready to day dream about Mark and what would it be like if he was in their van instead of Jeno- that is until she saw a motorcycle beaming his headlights, asking to pass through and overtake. A male in all black sits on the Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Black skinny jeans, black boots, chains for necklace if she knew any better and a black shirt underneath his leather jacket.

His gloves switched the lever of his bike causing it to roar as he zooms pass them, earning a scoff at Yuta. "Cocky motherfucker." he muttered before she hears Jeno chuckle. She could have sworn that the rider could see her through their tinted glass, staring right back at her but that would be silly because again their vans were tinted, to its most darkest available shade at that. Shaking the silly thought away, she went back to staring out her window and enjoying the scenery as they drove through the desert.

"Target: Flower is in position. 800 meters away from the bullseye."

Static was heard from the other end before he heard the stern voice call back at him.

"We are ready to engage."

Haechan responded with a 'Copy.' before speeding away from the white vans. Certain that he was out of view, he parked behind a boulder , big enough to hide his motorcycle and himself as he positioned a chain of spikes across the road, plan B in place in case "Plan A: ambush" failed- to which it often doesn't, the cocky side of him crediting himself to the lack of mission failing when he's part of it. All he has to do now is wait and upon calculating he has enough time left for a quick smoke. Sitting his helmet on his bike and pulling out the Marlboro stick from his jacket's pocket he lit it up and waited as he leans on the boulder.

Puffing a few smoke, He heard screeches of tires and screams came after that.

Haechan made his way to the scene, stepping on Yuta's back as he tackled on the ground by Jaemin and Jeno wounded by Chenle on the leg.

"Boss said to spare them and just take the girl." Jaemin said as Renjun struggled to open the van's door. "She's won't let me open it-"

"Don't make another move!" Mark was able to free himself from Xiao Jun's grasp, wounded and bleeding on the side when Mark kicked him off but Mark was far from okay as well, with a gash on his lip and an open wound on his arm. Mark aimed the gun on his hand to Haechan, making the tanned skin male chuckle.

"You must be Mark." Mark unfazed by how Haechan knew he his name remained in position. "Don't worry. We won't hurt your princess, lover boy." Mark was then knocked out by Jaehyun from behind. One last look of betrayal from Mark and he was passed out on the ground.

Haechan nudged Renjun away and pulled the door open. Iris yelled and kicked when Renjun tried to manhandle her out to which he succeeded and Giselle screamed behind her before she was knocked out as well by a cloth to their mouths and nose.

Haechan watched as Iris gaze lands on his. Flicking the cigar away before leaning on her with a smirk. Her eyes beamed light brown as she tried to make out what Haechan looked like as he towers over her in front of the sun. 'Familiar' is what her last thoughts were before everything went black.

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hypequeenves · 2 months

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ALASTOR RADIO SHOW

So this has been sitting in my brain for a really long time. I've made about a 50 minute video on what Alastor's Radio Show might sound like. Because I am who I am I've also put some references to Vesper in there, because of course I did. The full video is will be up on YouTube https://youtu.be/zWNpshsogiQ?si=0Ct8ygRoAYF1-f4u , but it’s quite long so here is some of my favourite clips and also the ones pertaining to Vesper's story!

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INTRO:

SUBTITLES: Ah, good evening, my devilish comrades! It's been an eternity since I last graced the airwaves! What with those celestial attacks and constructing a spiffy new studio, I've been positively swamped. So, do pardon my absence from our nightly rendezvous. But fear not, for I've returned with a vengeance, ready to regale you with tales that'll send shivers down your spine! But before we delve into the depths of the night, let's ponder a question that's been buzzing in the back of our minds: Is VoxTek Angelic Security as impenetrable as it claims? Or are we merely being hoodwinked by the corporate demons? Fear not, my friends, for we shall uncover the truth. But first, let's kick off this evening with a toe-tapping tune, "Let the Good Times Roll" by the incomparable Louis Jordan. So, let's not waste a moment more, shall we? Or as they say: Laissez le bon temps rouler!

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YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO BE ON THE SHOW? TW: Screaming, Crying, Someone is in PAIN BEWARE! (Also, I can't tell if its cringe or not)

SUBTITLES: The song slowly comes to an end, when the mic goes hot again you can hear someones panicked breathing along with Alastor humming. There is the sound of a knife hitting the table and then a scream. ALASTOR: Quiet now dear - You’re ON AIR. Can you be quiet for me now? VICTIM: mhm... ALASTOR: Yes? VICTIM: Yes. ALASTOR: Good. While I finish up with our distinguished guest here, let me deliver you a delightful ditty, that is just the perfect amount of ironic considering our current company. Here is "Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out" by the sensational Bessie Smith. The breathing gets more intense until they scream, but their scream is cut short as the mic goes cold again.

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AIRWAVE ALERTS w ALASTOR!

SUBTITLES: Wasn't that just the most delectable interruption. Well as promised: Here is Airwave Alerts with Alastor. There seems to be a string of murders in the Mafia and Weapons District of Pentagram city! You heard me right, murders! It seems that the perpetrator is using angelic bullets to take out their targets. And although I would like to stake a claim on these murders, I cannot take credit for another's work. While the culprit remains a mystery, where they seemed to have acquired the weaponry is not. Unusually Carmilla Carmine has seen fit to stay silent on the topic. One would hope that she would be able to make a public statement soon. Ah, while you mull over that jaw-dropper, let me serenade your senses with a tune that'll have you tappin' your toes and hittin' the road in style! It's none other than "Route 66" by the legendary Nat King Cole. So sit back, relax, and let the smooth sounds of this classic take you on a ride down that ol' highway of dreams!

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UPDATE ABOUT CHARLIE:

SUBTITLES: Ah, listen up, denizens of the infernal realm! It's time for a little update from the Princess of Hell itself. Seems our friend Charlie Morningstar has taken matters into her own hands, bless her devilish heart. She's put forth a petition for those brave souls willing to stand tall in the face of the next extermination - should it come to that, of course. Now, I hate to rain on anyone's parade, but our heavenly counterparts up above have been keeping mum on the matter. And let me tell you, my dear fiends, that's not exactly music to our ears! But fear not, for there's a glimmer of hope yet! If you're ready to lay down your very essence to defend our infernal home from these angelic invaders, then you best hotfoot it over to the Notice Board smack dab in the centre of cannibal town. Sign your name with pride, for in unity lies our strength! (slightly less enthusiastic) Or something along those lines. With that obligatory bit of unpleasantness addressed, my dear listeners, it's time to lighten the mood and spread some cheer! This next tune is dedicated to none other than our beloved Charlie Morningstar, the beacon of hope in this dark and dreary place. So kick back, relax, and let the melodies of "You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile" by Charles Strouse and Martin Charnin wash over you. Remember, my dear souls, even in the depths of Hell, a smile can work wonders!

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GOSSIP ABOUT VESPER:

SUBTITLES: Well, well, well, my curious listeners, have I got a spicy tidbit for you! It seems our resident pop sensation, the one and only Vanessa LaBlanc better known by her stage name Vesper, has been spotted gallivanting around town in the company of none other than Asmodeus, the King of Lust himself! Now, isn’t that a twist? It's been a hot minute since the Cardinal Sin of Lust graced the Pride Ring with his presence. So, what devilish plans could he be concocting with our delightful Vanessa? Ah, my dear sinners, the plot thickens! But fear not, for yours truly will be keeping a close eye on this tantalizing tale. So stay tuned, my friends, for the juiciest gossip this side of Hell. Up next the weather! But before we delve into the forecast, let's soar among the stars with the timeless crooner himself, Frank Sinatra! It's time to let the velvety voice of Ol' Blue Eyes serenade us with "Fly Me to the Moon." So close your eyes, let the music carry you away, and dream of celestial delights as we prepare for the weather—though, as I suspect, the forecast may indeed call for a storm of scandal!

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If you made it this far - if no one has told you today, you're amazing!

#alastor #oc #hellaverse #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel #the vees #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin art #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #radio demon #carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel carmilla #helluva boss asmodeus #Youtube

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distopea · 1 year

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A Night in Sicily

PS notes: dialogues are in English, but they all chat in Italian ✌️

“No, no, no! Matheo! God dammit how many times have I told you? Fuck you, why did we miss that this idiot had the petit in his sleeve from the first minute!”

“Oh here we go again… Shut up, Tomaso, you were never good at playing the French Tarot anyway…”

“You fucking should have played it earlier! Dammit! That’s basically cheating!”

“What? Hey, who do you call a cheater? Learn to count the trumps! I won, so suck it off! You should have seen it coming the moment I called for the Heart King!”

Another lively night in Palermo, the distant fading sound of the cicadas still invading the living room. They were all around the same large wooden table, sharing a meal before their departure the next morning. Alba, the matrone and mother of Mario, the head of the local Albertini mafia, was spying from the kitchen, a frown on her features. She was surely too old to be there, standing while they were all sitting, but there was no discussion possible. Whenever Alba would demand their presence around the table, there was no man strong enough in Palermo to refuse her invitation. And no one bold enough to ever forbid her from cooking for them.

Her wrinkled features came out of the kitchen with two large plates of tiramisu ready to be served, and suddenly, there was a general whimper escaping everyone’s throat, Gabriele’s included. Well, he almost forgot that Gabriele was his real name here; he had been called Lorenzo for years now (his alias for the mission), sitting among them, and sharing the same food. Everything felt a bit blurry for a couple of months now. “No, mama, no!” Mario shook his head and massaged his eyelids, quickly followed by Tomaso and Matheo, who were not interested in their game cards anymore and patted their bellies with nothing but pain written on their features. “We’re stuffed, how do you want us to fit in our suits tomorrow if you keep feeding us like this… I need to see my abs, mama!”

“No slander under my roof!” Alba answered in her usual rolling accent from the South of Sicily, as she tapped Gabriele’s shoulder and offered her famous manipulative smile; the one who let him know that he wouldn’t be able to bargain. “See how my good boy Lorenzo is treating me. He never says no to me!” There was another general huff, and Mario this time only chuckled. “Always using Lorenzo as your scapegoat whenever you need someone to be kind to you. That poor boy can’t say no, that’s a part of his job!”

She slammed a generous amount of tiramisu inside of Gabriele’s plate, the young man, barely at the end of his twenties, quite cornered right now. He was her best excuse. She almost shoveled a spoon between his fingers, and she eventually tousled his hair with a profound tenderness. “He’s more educated than any of you! He’s like a grandson to me… A good-mannered boy, who never lets down his mama. I’m proud of him!” There were more protests around them, but the atmosphere was nothing but genuine. A family reunion with people who could trust and respect each other.

A family…

A grandson…

She had never said that before, at least, not out loud. He had always felt it; despite her rude and brutal manners, Alba was nothing but welcoming and soft. Like with her current grandsons, Matheo and Tomaso, she was openly showing affection towards Gabriele. He was a member of this family, and despite his profound need to fight this truth, he knew that he was sinking into this dangerous sea. As they kept arguing against the forced dessert of their grandma, Gabriele looked up, shudders traveling through his entire body.

Who was he?

He had vowed to protect citizens from people like Mario, Matheo or Tomaso. He had abandoned his true identity to sneak into the wolf’s den, so certain that none of them could ever be humans. Monsters, assassins, deviants… And yet, he was just like them. They were playing cards in the evening, talking about girls, art, their dreams and fears they might share… They could laugh until tears would bloom at the corners of their eyes, and they could fight like brothers for the slightest thing. He was hugged by Mario whenever he was doing a good job, he was poked by Tomaso all the time, and he would spend his Friday evening fixing Matheo’s bike with a cold beer. He always felt the urge to defend those he mistakenly considered as his brothers, his heart and soul torn apart by his identity fading and changing over the years, the name of Gabriele sometimes surfacing through one phone call or one secret meeting to share the intel he had gathered.

Who was he?

There was no monster in front of him, but humans, with a different vision of life, with different codes and manners, but surely a heart and emotions. Because, in the end, who was wrong? Who was the most monstrous among all the protagonists of this story? Were they truly to blame when the police had failed so many times to protect people? Wasn’t he such a fraud, sitting there and sharing their loving atmosphere, as if his intentions and mission weren’t to destroy them? No, no… He had to believe in their cause. He had to believe in his vows. He had seen the blood, he had seen violence and self-justice. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn”t right.

Was he… wrong about this too?

“Fratello…” Tomaso shook his arm, and Gabriele understood he had been the head in the clouds for too long. “Care to show Matheo how you play well?”

“Ugh, we never know what’s in Lorenzo’s head, that’s a bad idea. He’ll beat us if he ever gets to call the King first.”

“Oh come on, when he plays you whimper and when he doesn’t, you beg for his help… Come on Lorenzo, let’s show him!”

"Alright, but both of you will clean my bike if you lose, so you better get your sponges and soap ready."

His heart was in the depths of his stomach, his emotions shattered. Yet, he nodded and decided to live this lie for a bit longer. He gripped the card and clipped a brand new cigarette at the corner of his lips, mask on, as he was indeed playing the game so well. He was not a monster… He was not a monster…

He was not…

A MONSTER.

#⌇the eyes of the ruthless justice ( 𝙂𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙚 | ic )#⌇until the ink goes dry ( 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙩 )#⌇poorly written novel ( 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚 )#; okay I wanted to have this OUT OF MY SYSTEM #; it's a long shot but it's also to express Gabriele's parted emotions #; he will never forgive himself for this you know #; it broke him in so many ways

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watchingsparks · 2 years

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Everything I Know About KinnPorsche (from reading Astro’s fics and whatsapp essays)

Allow me to begin what will most probably be a chaotic and badly organised attempt at a summary (inspired by this post by @saffflina and requested by my good pal Astro) with an overview of the show: Kinn, heir to a mafia empire, falls for bodyguard Porsche. Drama and action ensues (as well as some spicy scenes). Also, it’s based on a book that I don’t think is as well loved as the show, mostly because it has questionable content in terms of consent and the like.

Kinn is the son of mafia boss Korn, (elder?) brother to Kim, and is in love with his bodyguard, Porsche. (I have no idea what happened to his mother or if he has any other siblings.) I believe that Korn is not the nicest of people, and that Kim is chaos incarnate. (Side note, Kim is too good-looking for his own good. It’s also worth noting that, from what I have been shown, everyone in this show is beautiful. BEAUTIFUL!!!! A n y w a y) I don’t know much about Korn beyond him being an evil mastermind but I do know that Kim has feelings for Porsche’s brother, Porchay (aka Chay).

Speaking of Porsche, I don’t know how he got involved in the bodyguard industry or why his brother Chay gets brought into the mix either (I believe Chay’s still in school but I also could have confused this with fic ideas), and all I know of Porsche’s past is that he had a hedgehog that died and it traumatised him. (Fair.) What I do know for sure is that Porsche likes Kinn back and I believe by the end of season one they are a couple! Yay! Beyond Chay, Porsche’s family is a complete mystery to me (do they live far away?), and all I know about Chay is that he is musical (I think he plays the guitar?).

Kim and Chay either get together and then break up or they just hook up but regardless Kim breaks Chay’s heart and Chay is v sad. Chay is Baby so this means that Porsche has beef with his brother-in-law, which is not ideal tbh.

The other couple I know of are Pete and Vegas. I have no clue how Pete fits into things but Vegas is the son of another mafia family trying to overthrow Kinn’s. Vegas’ father is abusive and messed him up a lot, but I think Vegas now realises that and is trying to help himself get better? Pete also knows this, and so forgives Vegas for torturing him and it turns out that maybe they both have feels for each other.

Other characters I know of are the bodyguards Big, Arm, and Pol. I don’t know much about them tbh but I think either Big or Arm is head bodyguard/in charge of all the others (including Porsche, who he doesn’t like/didn’t get on with at first). There’s also someone called Tankhun (or Khun) who def isn’t a bodyguard but where he fits into the family tree, idk. He’s v stylish though.

Beyond characters falling for each other, I don’t really have a clue as to what the plot of the show is. I know that the bodyguards have to refer to their employees as Khun [name] (which must get so confusing with Khun being called Khun as well as being called Khun in terms of his underlings) and it is polite to call people P’[name]. Final observations are that I am aware of Kinn’s family having a medical bay in their home and owning a helicopter, and also that people tend to wear suits a lot (this just might be thanks to Astro’s fics, idk).

Outside of the show’s characters, I know that the showrunner is called BeOnCloud and Astro is moments away from petitioning him to get season two rolling. There’s also a KP world tour which baffles me as a concept (but, like, in a good way) and Astro is also moments away from petitioning the tour to make it to Europe asap.

I’ve probably missed out many things but that is as much as I can dredge up from my tiny tiny brain. Here endeth the ramblings.

#kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #i am so sorry to everyone in the fandom #astro asked me to post this and so who am i to refuse???#but i do feel slightly bad about all the inevitable errors and mistakes and general confusion that exists when i try to type my thoughts #i am also aware that this is full of errors but *shrugs*

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wallacejwriting · 2 years

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Happy World Building Wednesday! I saw your elevator pitch for Descent, and I'm curious about the "dark metropolis full of superpowered citizens". Could you tell us a little more about that particular setting? From @roses-reading 🌹

!! Thank you!

Fair warning: I am currently dealing with a lot of health things causing immense memory problems and brain fog, and so this is very scattered, but I tried and I really appreciate you asking.

Veda, United Nations, is on an island off the coast of British Columbia, and technically falls under Canadian territory. It is the only United Nations city in the world!

Descent is a world of superpowered people known as Metahumans, those who get powers from great internal stress that eventually breaks outward. About... 40% of the population of Veda has superpowers, which is about 920,000 people. While the majority of them can't do more than tell you the number you're thinking, so to speak, there are quite a few with a lot more power.

Not only that, but this is a city of technology and of politics. It was built for the purpose of pursuing scientific knowledge about metahumans and that has greatly shaped it over time. As those factors pushed in more and more, there were things that were stripped away in turn. Police corruption rose alongside the population density of the city, and corporations looking to pursue the future set up shop in Veda's central district - one of the nine districts (sort of boroughs) of the city.

Veda is hugely crime filled, and a lot of it is because metahuman powers have grown and changed faster than our tiny understanding of them can keep up. Metas have only been around for a century. We don't know all that much about them. So metahuman criminals run rampant, because no one understands how to stop some of them, and because sometimes it's safer to let them run wild than it is to bring them in.

Thad Fabulon is a great example of this. It's estimated this his death would cause a chain reaction of over ten thousand more deaths. And you can't bring him in because he's the best protected guy in the city and he can control your brain. He's a cult leader, and so there are a ton of people in the city that could be spies for him at any given time.

You have underground crime networks and drug runners trying to make and sell drugs that enhance metahuman powers. Or build things that can protect you from them. Not only that, but Veda's tech is a good 25-30 years ahead of the rest of the world, and so you also have those theft networks and the like.

Plus, Veda has... a crime family? A mafia? The Reapers. A massive crime family, most of them not blood related, with unknown goals that often cause panic and mayhem throughout the city and are thought to have many of the city's politicians in their pockets.

The ones Thad or the cops don't have, anyway.

There's no overseeing country to govern it. No military that is allowed within its borders without petitioning the UN. And since its founding, it has been the job of MERCY - the Metahuman Education, Relocation, and Community for Youth Program - to bring all Metahumans under 25 they can find into the city in hopes of teaching them control and furthering humanity's understanding of metas.

We're talking about a world where for a long time, the only way we knew how to get superpowers was trauma. Awful life-altering trauma. And then a bunch of people spent a decade building a school program that could get those powers without such horrible trauma.

But that doesn't erase all those traumatized people. And no, I'm not saying they're the ones doing it. For the most part, they aren't. There is wonderful healthcare and mental healthcare in Veda, and many of them use it.

But the thing about knowing you have a population of traumatized people with superpowers?

You can write off a lot of shit you don't want people looking at as "some meta threw a fit".

Veda's huge, full of crime, and masquerades itself so well as a utopia that the waiting list into the city is over a million names long. That's half again its current population. And there's... not a lot of organized groups trying to combat its problems. Most of them are, instead, capitalizing on them.

#writeblr #world building wednesday #worldbuilding wednesday #amwriting #am writing #descent #the metahuman initiative #asks #roses-reading #wip: descent

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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saturday night sleepover masterlist (always updating!)

to keep my main masterlist from getting too big (hint: it’s already too big) I will be putting all the headcanon and drabble requests I fill during my saturday night sleepovers here! I’ll update every week (hopefully on sunday but we’ll see)

2/13

lee bodecker with a shy reader

yandere!lance tucker

alpha!ransom and omega!reader

stucky x petite!reader

epilogue for bankrupt

epilogue for the wrong idea (which already has 5 or so epilogues but this is a bonus one and the furthest in the future)

fluff with daddy!bucky and little!reader

dark!bruce banner

follow-up to home for the holidays set on valentine’s day

2/20

soft!dark nomad!steve

comforting bucky after a nightmare (but smuttier than the last time I wrote that lol)

epilogue for the perfect fit

dark!ransom kidnaps the reader

dark-ish/yandere alpha!ransom

you find out (dark/yandere) bucky planned your entire lives and manipulated you

alpha!charles blackwood

forced into a breeding experiment with the winter soldier

calling bruce ‘dr. banner’ during sex

2/27

alpha!freezy

daddy!lee x little!reader

unrequited love angst with bucky

dark!therapist!bucky ‘helps’ his married client

kiss prompts:

‘Kiss Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing’ with mafia!bucky

‘When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More’ with jake jensen

‘War’s End Kiss’ with bucky

‘Kiss Under a Full Moon’ with dark!chase collins

‘Needing To Kiss To Hide From Bad Guys’ with johnny storm

‘Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing’ with johnny storm

‘Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up’ with ransom drysdale

3/6

dark!lee is inexplicably in 2021

dark!jake is your roommate

gunplay with the winter soldier

sharing a room with stucky

dark!40s!steve is obsessed with a singer

soft!dark alpha!bruce

dark!alpha!bruce

dialogue prompts:

"do you see them when you look at me?" with bucky

"we should skinny dip" with jake jensen

"on your knees" and "I'm gonna ruin that pretty makeup" with freezy

"I trust you. do it." with bruce

"lipstick's a good look on you" with lance tucker

3/13

alpha!40s bucky and omega!reader + part 2

soft!dark mike weiss and his nurse

soft daddy lee helps the reader relax

breeding and jealousy with dark!sam

breeding and biting with alpha!ransom

fluff with soft!lance tucker

yandere prompts: (all dark!)

“that fits you so well! no it’s not too revealing!” + “come here baby” with lee

“stay still! you don’t want to make me angry” with jefferson

“these are yours? I had no idea!” with jake jensen

“baby come out wherever you are” with nat, bruce, and peter

“this hurts? imagine your girl flirting with other men” with soft!dark lee

“I wonder how much more you can take of this until you finally break” + “I love how you beg for me to stop” with daddy!jake jensen

“get up! it’d be a pain to have to drag you” with loki

3/20

cuddling with daddy!bucky

soft!dark jake jensen a/b/o

lee bodecker and sister!reader (warning: incest)

soft!dark alphas ransom and andy

soft!dark(ish) jefferson with stepsister!reader (warning: stepcest)

alpha!tony with a breeding kink

more fluff with soft!lance tucker

soft!dark alpha bruce

mini-sequel for the martyrdom of st. valentine (warning: slightly stepcest? fostercest? is that a thing?)

dark!bucky makes ‘amends’ (slight tfatws ep 1 spoilers)

4/10

comforting bucky after he is deprogrammed in wakanda

shower sex with johnny storm

mini-sequel to dishonorable discharge (warning: incest, dark)

comforting chubby!charles blackwood

hooking up with alt!bucky

touchstarved!zemo

soft!lance tucker comforts the reader

dark!chase collins plans to create the perfect heir with his half-sister (warning: incest)

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader (warning: incest)

4/17

daddy!stucky and little!reader

stepbrother!peter parker (warning: stepcest)

soft!dark zemo takes you with him when he escapes

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader, part two (warning: incest)

dark!steve with breeding and size kinks

sam lets bucky and steve watch

pet play with lance tucker

dumbification kink with jake wyler

4/24

dark!daddy!bruce ignores the safe word

yandere!peter parker is your barista

dark!bucky shares you with his friends

sub!zemo with mommy kink

you only marry zemo to have his heir but catch real feelings (+ part 2)

5/1

daddy!zemo and little!reader plus dumbification and aftercare

dark!carter baizen bullies the reader

[brief ramble about dark!laszlo kreizler]

sequel to dark!lee in 2021

sub!laszlo kreizler

soft!dark, brother!jake jensen (warning: incest)

continuation for peaches & cream

vampire!zemo

5/8

random drabble about young!zemo

3-in-1: enemies to lovers with zemo, fake dating with bucky, and sharing a bed with bruce

the return of soft!lance

escort!bucky

arranged marriage with zemo

soft!dark sharon (kinda?)

5/22

free use with stucky

dark!laszlo kreizler coerces a virgin patient

domme!pepper potts

epilogue for twice

yandere!alex kerner

hooking up with anthony mackie in his trailer

5/29

soft!dark sharon carter

somnophilia and breeding with dark!zemo

aunt may with bondage and mommy kink

yandere!andrea marowski

dark!ransom and mr. freezy kidnapping

headcanons about daniel brühl with an injured SO

6/5

dark!din djarin wants a replacement child

dark!charles blackwood and his half-sister (warning: incest/halfcest)

yandere!skinny!steve stalks a stripper!reader

sharon shares her pet with sam, bucky, and zemo

anal with zemo

dark!obi wan ‘trains’ his padawan

pure fluff with jake jensen

yandere!david kern

6/12

you and bucky are sharon’s playthings

andy barber freely uses his housewife

somnophilia with daddy!bucky

dark!loki as d.b. cooper

laszlo helps you during a panic attack (male reader)

alex kerner gets angry when you accuse him of cheating (soft!dark...?)

dubcon breastfeeding with natasha

general hux with a breeding kink

6/19

how mobius and bunny first got together (prequel to loop)

alpha!zemo in the raft

sub!loki and domme!reader

7/10

dark!heike and helmut breed you

a deep dive into bucky’s kinks

mobius and bunny try something new

quick blurbs about (most of) the bruhl bunch

mob!zemo punishes you for hiding something from him

how bucky would react to petnames

7/17

dark!alpha!mobius

making a deal with demon!zemo

just a ramble about laszlo teaching his wife to enjoy sex

alpha!laszlo when you go into heat

free use with peter parker

8/7

sub!colonel!zemo has a knife kink

ceo!thor with a naive new secretary

breeding kink with alex kerner

laszlo teaches his sheltered wife to love sex (continuation of this)

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lovesanmotion · 3 years

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mafia!ateez reacts: spying on s/o

🌷 This is in celebration of my 600 followers milestone!

🌷 Flower: Gerberas

Scenario:

They were unexpectedly called to come into their Seoul based office for an urgent meeting. Without hesitation, they obliged and are now seated in one of the most important meetings they have ever had.

As the consigliere continues to report about another mafia family in the country, they stopped at a picture of you, branded as the most vulnerable family member to the opposing boss and is heavily guarded. In order to receive further information about them, the consigliere happily pointed to him, as he finds him fit for the job. Being within your age gap, they see him as someone who could lead and be assisted to this mission. And he gladly accepted the given mission. Enrolling in the same university as you and taking up the same course as you.

Hongjoong:

As he was walking towards the Communication and Arts building, he heard two people talking and giggling behind him. As he turns his head to glance at them, his eyes froze at the sight of you. He came eye to eye contact with his prime target, and how did you stole his heart with just one look. He hated to admit it but you look much better than the photos he's seen, the developed photographs didn't gave justice to your ethereal features. But he shook his head, he had to get close to you, know all about you and have you bare everything to him. And then betray your trust. He hated his ultimate goal but there was no way he is going to betray his first family.

Seonghwa:

He was rush as he was going to be late for his first class in the university. Pulling his glasses up from his nose bridge to his eyes, Seonghwa ran from the gates towards the Lecture Hall, as he was checking the time in his wrist watch, his body collided with a rather small and petite frame.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking" the female voice spoke. Seonghwa held his hand out for you to take, to which you gladly accepted. As you got up, Seonghwa's eyes widened. It's you.

"No no it's obviously my fault. I'm the one who isn't looking." Forcing himself to give you a tight lipped smile, Seonghwa felt embarrassed and his heart pounding inside his chest. Realizing that he was still holding your hand, he immediately lets go. But the feeling of your hand in his still lingered.

"You're new here aren't you? It's my first time seeing you here!" You beamed. Seonghwa who chuckled lightly, nodded his head.

"I'm Park Seonghwa"

"Y/N Y/L/N"

A million thoughts swarmed Seonghwa's head. But one floated among the rest. So this is what falling in love at first sight feels like.

Yunho:

No matter how many times he's denied it to himself, the feelings continue to grow stronger. The midterm exams were nearing and Yunho had a study session with you in the library and then at her place after classes. Everytime Yunho tried to bring up about asking you and your family, he couldn't do it. A small part of him had a tight grip hold on his tongue that prevented him from saying anything about his real mission. He hated the feeling of having to live a double life. Yunho wondered, if you and him were born in another life, minus all the mafia lifestyle surrounding you both, will the happily ever after really come true to life?

Yeosang:

He followed you everywhere around the university's campus. Even though you saw him as a "friend", Yeosang kept true and loyal to his given mission. But everytime he was referred by you as just a friend, a part of him crumbles in pain. He didn't know why he was feeling like this, until he opened up to his mafia family's doctor - someone who knows all his secrets.

"Don't tell me...you've grown to care for her?" The doctor asks, peering a look at him. Yeosang stared blankly at the white ceiling. Was it love? Was it love that was growing inside of him for you? But it can't be. He hated to rat you out to his own family. He has to. Right?

San:

Everyday, San felt like going on a constant war with his head and heart. His head told him to stay focused on the mission, handing the information he collected to his family and raiding your's. But his heart told him that that wasn't he wanted. That his heart told him that he wants to hold your hand and be able to spend every waking and sleeping moments with you. Due to stress and anxiety, San punched the wall of their base office, leaving a deep crooked circle.

"Sanie, who are those people?" He lifted his head up, squinting his eyes at the two men wearing suits. From the style of guns they are holding, he knew that those men were from his. He had kept delaying the information, the office heads getting frustrated at him they sent a few men on you and him. Quickly, San stood in front of you and pulled the trigger once, twice, thrice and four times. A defeated sigh left his lips.

"This is who I truly am, Y/N"

Mingi:

Even though he got the information, he couldn't just betray you like that. He hated having to rat you out after that. But he would never admit it to himself that he has fallen for you. Back then, he would only try to be friendly and get on you and your family's good side, but then Mingi found it inevitable to get away from you. His blood would boil whenever another guy would get close to you.

'But you have no right to' a small voice would tell him.

"Hey Song, did you get any information on her today?" The armory guard asked as he handed to him his newly ordered gloc nine 9mm that comes with a golden handle.

He didn't want to use his words, instead, he slowly shook his head. Even though he did, a little lie wouldn't hurt him.

"Can't wait for that blasted family to be wiped off the planet." He sneered. Mingi glared at him, wondering if he would pass as a good dummy to test his new gun.

Wooyoung:

"Flirt but don't fall" that's what he'd usually tell himself. He would casually throw pick up lines at you, try to kiss your cheek and bite your hand. You'd let him since you two were only platonic. Until one morning, Wooyoung woke up being fed up having to act as someone else. He woke up that day hating what he is and what he does. But he couldn't just out of the blue. Or maybe he could? He could create his own plan of eloping with you, leaving the mafia lifestyle behind and then settling in a new country with new names and starting over again as regular people. As much as Wooyoung loved to daydream, he knew that would never work.

Jongho:

Jongho did his very best to leak everything wrongly to his mafia family. Even though he was greatful for them for taking him in when he was just a boy, he knew he had to protect the one that makes him want to live. Every information that he got a hold from you, Jongho would revise them in such a way that his group wouldn't be able to trace back to you, that they were, if realizing, doing a suicide mission on themselves. And maybe, just maybe, if his mafia family got wiped, maybe he could start a new life with you this time.

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wh6res · 3 years

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spectator | jeno

"don't cry, little dove. i'm not even done yet." — ljn

TW mafia au, blood, violence, mentions of prostitution and brothels, mentions of past torture, extreme power imbalance, dumbification, they used a tranquilizer

A/N first half is told in renjun's pov also this is for dino anon hehe thank u for the inspo babes!!

DISC i don't condone anything. this isn't love.

WC 1.4k

renjun was fairly new to the mafia but it didn't take him long to realize the outrageous things they considered are the norms here. one of the first things he noticed is a cute little bunny dressed in scraps that always seemed to tail jeno wherever he went. jeno was his superior, albeit they were the same age, so it sucked that renjun had to use honorifics.

oftentimes he ignores you when jeno stands before him giving orders, or when they pass by each other in the hallways and stop to exchange pleasantries.

as renjun quickly climbed the ranks thanks to his agility and cunning mind, you, unfortunately, remained in the same position—always sitting by jeno's feet like a puppy, a body, a plaything, a whore. there were rumors that the boss gave his executives a chance to pick from the litters before they're shipped off to brothels, kind of like peace offerings in exchange for their compliance.

people said the stoic, muscular young man never really indulged himself in such temporary matters. until probably two years ago, until jeno first laid his eyes on you and decided then and there you were too pretty to become a random whore in the chain of brothels the mafia owned. the petite boy believes maybe it's a disguised blessing on your part, at least you'd only have to deal with one man every night, right?

renjun can only look at you from afar, keeping in mind not to stare too openly nor too intrusively that your owner notices. he's seen the bruises. the purple and black patches of your skin and renjun never gets used to it. his stomach turning at the idea of jeno deliberately marking your skin where the oversized shirt you wear won't be able to cover. the chinese immigrant would be stupid not to notice what that meant—it's jeno's clear sign of dominance, of the severe power imbalance, and not a single man in this building can stop him from doing whatever he wants to you.

renjun managed to piece things together thanks to his naturally observant nature. jeno never punished you for what you did, he punished you because he knows he can't touch his subordinates for something measly such as bumping or staring at his whore. the young mafia executive decides to take it out on you instead, albeit the flawed logic and unfairness of it all—proof that every person in this criminal organization is fucked up in the head.

despite jeno's maltreatment, renjun never heard a single complaint from you nor can he detect a feeling of rebellion out of you. you were so eerily compliant that the chinese can't help but think of what other horrible means jeno did for you to become so broken. renjun tried thinking about it, once, but never again. he can be cruel if he wants to be, but not without purpose. not because he gets a kick out of seeing a face twisted in terror. he wasn't like jeno, who smiled and laghed after blowing someone's brain up in the mafia's torture rooms.

this is why jeno is the only man fit for the job, the reason he became an executive at such a young age—there's no man he can't break for information. renjun doesn't know what jeno does to the poor people in the torture rooms but the piercing screams are enough to decide never to go against his superior.

renjun never thought he'll live the day to hear your screams coming from one of those rooms.

"what?" he does a double-take, eyes wide and unbelieving. "what do you mean she's in there? that's her, right now?"

haechan shrugs, wincing when he hears another scream coming from inside the room. he'll never know why these rooms aren't soundproof, maybe it was a way for jeno to keep his subordinates in line—"hear that? just be grateful that's not you."—you wouldn't want to cross a man who has no moral compass. "yeah. i heard she tried to escape."

renjun doesn't like the cool, amused smirk on haechan's face as he leaned back against the door, looking like everything is okay when it's not. "heard she got like… what, ten feet? give or take—yeah, i think ten feet out the door before jaemin's men tranqed her so much she would have slept for a week."

it was easy for renjun to detach himself, disregard his own set of beliefs and sweep them all under the pretense of "it's just work, nothing personal" but with you, it felt different. he knows you. well, knows of you. it's different, personal even, when he can match a face to those gruesome, ear-shattering screams that wracked through his bones.

he wanted to help you.

renjun wanted to help you.

but no, he didn't want to get shot in the head for insubordination.

jeno manually props you against the wall, cringing at the trail of blood that stains the tiles and pools underneath you. your shirt—rather, jeno's—was soaked through with the crimson liquid, your hair sticking to the side of your head. it feels like you were burning from the inside with every breath you take.

maybe months, years, of compliance made you forgetful. after all, jeno is a man of his word, through and through. he can only threaten you so much until he snaps. maybe he deemed the swift punishments and his harsh words insufficient. but who were you kidding? with the stunt you pulled… fuck, why did you even think of making a run for it? you should've known you won't even make it across the street! stupid. stupid. stupid.

you swore never to make him angry enough to bring you back down here in the torture chambers—this is his domain, and you shivered in fear with every fleeting thought you have about what he does behind those cement walls.

the first time jeno took you down here had been granted by the boss himself (see, the man running the mafia has favorites). jeno's men held you by the arms and made you watch as he killed a poor guy with his bare hands. slowly, excruciatingly, bleeding out because of the wounds jeno inflicted with his fists alone.

the second time was because of your first escape attempt. ah, you had been so energetic back then. always talking back, snarling and cursing him out. after that second time, you've become more compliant and have thoroughly embodied whatever sick fantasy jeno had of you. his broken doll, unseeing, unthinking, who breathes and lives only because he wanted her to.

you've heard him countless times say how much he missed that energetic personality you had. but only because you knew at least then he'd think the cruel punishments are justified.

oftentimes, he'll say it when you two are alone, in his room at headquarters, too disgustingly intimate like lovers and not a whore and her owner. his cold lips leavees a sweet trail on your neck, blood-stained hands soiling your skin underneath the dirty shirt, before finally slotting himself next to you as the cot creaks with the extra weight. he reeked of sweat and metallic and his eyes hazy from that post-bloodlust high.

jeno's boots squelch when he steps closer. never crouching, he wanted you to feel that severe power imbalance between the two of you.

"i won't ask you to apologize. not when i know you don't mean it."

you don't bother to reply. not because you don't want to but because you can't, voice utterly hoarse and scratchy from screaming while jeno breaks and tears you down as if he doesn't whisper the words i love you at night. you're his lover only when he needs you to be. sad, that he rarely felt the need of a lover and more so needed a cunny to fuck.

finally, he crouches. slow and never breaking eye contact. he raises a hand to push a strand of hair away from your face probably. you flinch. he doesn't care. "jeno, please don't touch me." but he touches you anyway.

you feel the callouses in his palms as he caresses your face. the calm before the storm. the deep inhale before the plunge. jeno grabs your chin and tilts your head up, a serene smile ghosting his lips. he looked at peace. satisfied. and you have never been more scared of him than you ever did in the last four years.

"don't cry, little dove. i'm not even done yet."

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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 2 years

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I am his, he is mine

Pairing: Dark Mafia Lance Tucker x Nera Yang (OFC)

Summary: Between a marriage with a mafia boss and the upcoming funeral Nera has to involve herself in, it's always nice to find a bit of downtime.

Even if that said "downtime" is getting fucked in a dressing room by her husband on a shopping trip.

Warnings: Mafia AU, Dark!Lance, Possessive!Lance, interracial relationship, cultural differences, mentions of funeral planning, past toxic relationship, past mention of cheating, semi-public sex, mirror sex, mild body issues, daddy kink, pet names (bunny), rough kissing, vaginal sex, rough sex, mentions of bodily fluids, mild choking

Additional Notes: This was written for Bea, aka @extremelyblackandwhite's special day! I hope you enjoy babes! Happy late birthday!

Also, I'll be posting this onto my AO3 too. If you wanna read it on the AO3, you can do so here.

Word Count: 6226

“Bunny, let’s go shopping.”

“Huh?”

It had caught his wife’s attention. The petite, but chubby Hmong woman looked up from her book. A bewildered expression graced her face as she secured her place with a bookmark before putting the book down.

“Come again?” She asked, still confused. It certainly showed on her face. Her dark eyebrows were scrunched together.

Her brown eyes searched up and down, looking up at Lance’s face, in his blue eyes, before her eyes trailed down his body, even seeing the tattoos he had on his hands. The crime boss of all of Seattle was still staring at her. Waiting for an answer.

“Oh.”

“Oh!”

He was being serious.

Like, real serious.

Hopping up to her feet, the dark-haired man watched as his little wife strode over to him, the golden necklace with the medal hanging on the small chain bouncing against the fabric of her cropped mint colored sweater. Nera smoothed down her purple skirt that looked a little faded because he knew those were her favorite pair. Grey slippers with bunny ears on the top graced her feet. And he also knew for a fact that she didn’t wear shoes in the house. When they first started going out, his little bunny told him straight up that in Asian households, they did not wear shoes.

Point blank period.

And Lance definitely agreed on the no-shoe-in-the-house rule. It was just so tacky. Any dirt or muddy footprints drove him nuts. Plus, they were always such a bitch to mop off of the floor. He wasn’t about to waste his time on that shit.

“Uh… why are we going shopping?” Nera asked him, only a little bit confused now. “Don’t you remember? We gotta go to your grandpa’s funeral from your dad’s side that’s in a few months. I already pre-packed our bags and shit. You told me a month ago that we had to be there for the funeral planning. And because you threw the biggest fit when you put in ten thousand for the funeral price.”

A scowl suddenly appeared on Nera’s face. “Because my uncle started bitching about it!” She snapped, looking irritated now. “He was all, ‘Oh, you must put in a sizable amount of money,’ and then when I put in ten-thousand, he wanted to act like I didn’t put in enough! I gave them ten thousand! Ten! Thousand! What more could they want from me? I’m a part of the immediate family! I’m the granddaughter! Of course I’d give them some money!” She exclaimed. Really, she looked about ready to grab a shotgun off the wall and put a bullet through her uncle’s head.

Not that Lance really blamed her. He had met her dad’s side of the family once, and boy oh boy. They had enough drama to have a reality TV show on TLC, or like the fucking Kardashians and shit.

Come to think of it, weren’t they getting another reality TV show on Hulu?

Lance knew that Hope Ann Gregory, his second-in-command would eat that shit up. She lived for the messy drama. The blonde woman had even been there for the Dramageddon One with that one celebrity dude that Maggie Townsend, one of Lance’s employee's kids lovingly dubbed “Jafar Starfish” had been in. That one older dude with pink hair and no eyebrows.

Whatever.

He didn’t keep up with that shit. That was something Hope, Maggie, and Nera clearly kept up with. Whatever made them happy, he supposed.

But anyway.

Getting back on track with the whole funeral thing.

“He's still on that payment bullshit, huh?” Lance mused. Nera just scoffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “No. It’s considered an “unspoken topic” because everyone got mad at each other and now they aren’t fucking speaking to each other. It’s so fucking stupid.”

Not that Lance was one to talk.

Not really.

His parents had gotten divorced when he had been eight because his dad had been a misogynistic piece of utter shit. It all had started when Lance had been young, wanting to do gymnastics, only for his deadbeat dad to tell him that he couldn’t do it because “you’re a man and men only do manly sports like boxing or wrestling.”

What a fucking little bitch.

Now Lance had a Silver and a Gold medal from the Olympics, on top of being the regional mafia boss of all of Seattle.

His dear old dad could go and fuck himself.

So really, the whole we-have-a-fucked-up-family-history was just one of the things Lance and Nera shared in common.

“… but—” Nera was continuing to talk again. “When we get there, my uncle’s gonna make such a huge show of apologizing to all of us. Bitch, please. I’m not accepting any of his fucking apologies. Not when he called me a gold digger when we got engaged. Remember that?”

Oh yes.

Oh yes, Lance did indeed remember the Unfortunate Events of their Engagement. Or, as everyone around their personal family circles gossiped and had called it, The Mafia Scandal. Lance and Nera had gotten engaged after four years of dating after Lance had overheard Nera’s mother asking why she and Lance hadn’t tied the knot yet. According to Nera’s mother, she thought that if two people were still dating after two years and hadn’t tied the knot yet, then they weren’t destined to be together, or some weird thought process like that.

Sadly for his mother-in-law, Lance had heard everything. So, to the surprise of Nera’s mom, after catching her daughter’s boyfriend absolutely banging her in a closet, he had announced that they were getting married.

… and then Nera’s uncle had thrown a fit and called her a gold digger, leading to Nera spilling the tea on his past marriage and causing chaos for the entire household.

Really, the entire household was in a chokehold for an entire week.

To make matters even worse for Nera’s mom, she and Lance had decided to just get married at the courthouse, with her older sister Gina and Gina’s boyfriend and Lance’s personal bodyguard/driver Curtis Everett being the only two people in attendance.

So, Lance had a sneaking suspicion that her mother was going to try and bring it up when they would get back to her hometown during the funeral.

Possibly.

Maybe.

“Uh-huh, yeah I remember bunny.” He was nodding along. Letting out an annoyed noise, Nera stretched her hands in an effort to calm herself down. It allowed Lance to see the newly manicured nails that she had gotten. Unlike some women who had their nails bedazzled and were longer than his temper sometimes with dumbass clients, her nails were a French tip. Her nails were short, too.

They were simple. He liked that. Maybe he’d try and convince her to get those stiletto nails that Hope had been blabbing to him about earlier this morning.

Feeling her temper slowly simmer down, Nera let out a soft sigh.

“Okay. When and where are we going?”

A couple of minutes later, Nera found herself in a car, sitting in the shotgun seat with Lance who was driving. Curtis had informed his boss that he was heading to be with his girlfriend early, so Lance was free to drive his own car in bliss.

The roaring sound of the engine and the flying scenery of Seattle out the window were all Nera acknowledged as she nervously fiddled her thumbs.

When they reached their destination, Nera watched with a horrified expression on her face once she saw the certain store Lance had decided to take her to come into view.

Panic started to settle in her throat.

Nonononono.

Oh fuck her Jesus.

With the most careful, articulated mask of calmness she could muster onto her face to conceal her inner panic, hastily accepted her husband’s hand to help her out of the car.

She hadn’t felt this nervous, this horrified to her stomach since she had found out that some dude from a rival gang had been stalking her for months. Apparently from what Hope had told her, the weirdo dude in question was someone not of high standing, so if he randomly disappeared one day, nobody would really bat an eyelash. After that, Nera made sure to carry a gun in her purse whenever she could.

Unlike that time though, she didn’t want to puke or vomit because she was terrified someone was going to possibly kidnap her or rape her.

Nope.

She was terrified because this store, this goddamn Dior store was expensive as shit.

Yes.

Nera Yang was terrified of the Dior store.

Hahurr was what Maya Hart from that one Disney Channel show liked to say. It worked well in this situation.

Growing up, her family didn’t have a lot of money. They weren’t dirt poor, but they weren’t upper-middle either. Hell, they probably didn’t even count as just middle-class either. They were more of a poor middle class, to be honest. So while Lance had been dripping with wealth due to his background, Nera did not. She always had a budget she followed, and whenever she had gone out with her friends, she wouldn’t spend a lot of money. Hell, she had spent around thirty dollars hanging out with them and once she got home, she felt like absolute shit.

So when she married Lance, she tended to be more laid-back when she spent. Unlike her husband, who wore Armani or Gucci suits— she was usually in causal clothing or her mini dresses.

However, upon gazing up at the Dior sign, she couldn’t help but nervously swallow. She started to nervously play with her fingers again as she walked with Lance into the store. A brunette woman greeted them once they stepped inside.

Every step she took into the store made her feel as if she was walking on eggshells.

“What are we doing here?” she whispered to her husband. “Why are you whispering?’ Was his response.

Again, she nervously swallowed as she gazed around. “I-I,” she stuttered, “I just— I just thought that, well, maybe you’d take me to Target or something. Or… I dunno… let me walk around the mall.”

“Do you guys need some help? Lance heard the brunette stylist ask. “No, not yet.” His baritone voice filled the room. He quickly leaned in close.

“Bunny. I’m not taking you to fuckin’ Target. And I sure as hell aren’t gonna let you wander off into the mall by yourself. Besides, I’m not gonna get fucking caught dead in the public mall. Who fucking knows who could be watching. Your fucking ex could be out to arrest me again. And then he could try and get you back once my ass is in jail. No way.” Lance hissed.

Nera just glared at him. She even scoffed lightly, keeping her voice down. “As if I’d let him fuck me. I’m not into cheating dick bags. He lost the privilege to fuck me when I caught him having a goddamn threesome on my bed with his two other girlfriends. I had to beg my mom to replace it with a new one cause it made me sick.”

It actually had made her sick. For three months, she resisted the urge to sleep in her old bed because all she could remember was seeing her ex-boyfriend go at it with his two other side chicks simultaneously at the same time. As if she didn’t even matter. Like she was nothing. Like she hadn’t been good enough to fuck. Nera had bit down the feeling of physically vomiting in the bathroom until her mom had finally gone out with her to purchase a new bed.

After calling it off with the douche canoe, she had found out years later that he had moved to Seattle and had become a Defense Attorney. It had been a hilarious moment when she had been in one of the interrogation rooms and he had walked in.

The entire room reminded her of one of those Law and Order episodes. Honestly, Nera wasn’t really creeped out. She was totally ready to bail her husband’s ass out of jail. But, she doubted that he needed all the help. After all, he had the best lawyers and defense attorneys.

It didn’t hurt to speed up the process though. Dressed in a sage green mini dress with the golden necklace with the medal hanging on the chain with a pair of mouse flats, and her hair braided, she waited.

And then, the door opened.

“Nera?”

She watched with a cold expression on her face as her ex from literal hell walked into the room.

The dude that had been sitting across from her looked surprised. If she had been the meek little mouse that she had been back when they had been dating, she probably would have wished to sink into the floor.

But not this time.

"Son of a bitch," she greeted coldly. Her phone began to ring in her pocket. Pulling out her iPhone SI Model Two, she pressed the green call button and answered.

“Don’t fucking move. I’m coming.” Andy Barber, Curtis’s cousin, and their personal Defense Attorney spoke through the phone. “Okay. I’ll be waiting here for you. Thanks for letting me know.” Nera replied kindly. After hanging up her phone, she slipped it back into her purse. Before looking up good-naturedly.

“White, get out.” All Nera did was lean back into her seat as her ex barked at the other dude to get out. After watching them squabble for a few seconds, the White dude left, the door closing behind them.

Occupying the same space that White had just been in, she watched as her ex nervously cleared his throat, the Hispanic man looking almost nervous.

It made her eyes narrow.

“Speak asshole, or forever hold your peace.” she snapped at him.

“So… u-um… how have you been doing?” She saw him nervously chuckle. He even rubbed the side of his neck, a thing he used to do back when they used to date back in high school.

She stared at him. Dead on. Right in the face. He was briefly reminded of the current pain in his ass that he was dealing with, also known as the regional crime boss, Lance Tucker.

Nera didn’t even have it in her to be surprised. Or sympathetic towards this dude, this piece of shit.

It surprised no one when she snapped, “That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me? ‘How have you been doing?’ Fuck you! You lost the right for me to be nice to you when I caught you fucking your side chicks in my bed! In my childhood bedroom! So no, I’m not telling you how my life’s been! I’m here for my husband.”

Still seething, Nera realized, maybe this was how her husband felt when someone got under his nerves. Granted, she would never have the burning urge to beat the shit out of someone, or worse— possibly even beat the shit out of them until they were near collaspation or death, but she did have an urge to bitch slap the asshole across his face.

“Will you keep your voice down? I know it might be hard for you to— wait, you’re married? To who?” If possible, the douche canoe looked horrified. It was at that moment, that his gaze quickly darted to her left hand, proudly showcasing a gold band on her ring finger. Signifying that yes, she was a married woman.

Nera didn’t answer him. “Like I said, I’m here for my husband. I would like to at least see him,” she spoke, an icy tone in her voice.

Quickly grabbing a hold of his manners, he hurried, “Ms. Yang—“

“I don’t go by that name anymore,” she snapped at him harshly. “I would like to see my husband after our lawyer arrives.”

Just in the nick of time, Andy came through the doors. Nera caught the beard that the brunet man was growing out, and she thought it looked quite nice on him. The beard matched him. Not every man could pull off the beard. She respected that.

Andy Barber strolled in with a hard look in his eyes. Dressed impeccably in his dark navy suit, he looked like a vision. And just like her husband, he commanded the room just as he walked in. He always had that certain air about him. But, Andy always was nice to her. It was nice to see him.

Usually, not in these circumstances, but hey— life was weird.

He made sure to shut the door for privacy as Nera pulled out the chair next to her so he could sit.

“You’re Tucker’s lawyer.” The ex was glaring at him. “Yes, thank you for remembering.” Andy’s crisp tone nearly made Nera snicker into her hand, but she remained poised.

She saw his eyes dart back to her wedding ring. And then back to Andy. He did this a few times before he started blinking rapidly. Andy leaned close to her, whispering in her ear.

“This is the famous ex, huh?” mused Andy playfully. Nera resisted the urge to snort. “Unfortunately.” She watched with pure amusement as a nearly comical look overtook her ex’s face.

“You’re married to Tucker?!” he exclaimed. Shrieked, almost too.

“I’m a very lucky woman.” Nera nodded as Andy was the one to openly snicker.

She watched his horrified face, and then, for the first time that day— she smiled.

Nera couldn’t help but look around the store still.

She didn’t like flexing her money. It always was a fact pushed to the back of her mind that her husband was loaded.

Literally and figuratively.

“I know, I know,” her soft mutters didn’t ease Lance’s storming mood. “I just— I don’t like to…” she swallowed again, “I just… I didn’t marry you for your money.”

“I know that bunny,” Lance told her. “But quite frankly, I don't give a fuck. I like spoiling you. I like seeing you dripping with my wealth. It’s hot.”

Her cheeks flushed. Her lips darted out so she could lick them, something Lance noticed. Shyly, she nodded, clearly conceded.

After watching Nera go aisle to aisle, picking off clothes that she liked, eventually, he found himself sitting on a bench in one of the dressing rooms.

Nera did a quick run-through of all the clothes she had picked out. Dresses, blouses, jeans, skirts— mostly dresses though.

Lance had been in the middle of a call with Hope when Nera’s voice suddenly rang out.

“Lance? Can you help me with this dress?”

“Hope, I gotta call you back. Yes, I’ll bring you food,” Nera could picture her husband openly rolling his eyes in exasperation before he pushed the door handle and opened the door.

He hadn’t been ready for what he was about to see.

The clothes that she had picked out were in two different spots on the two different hangers. Lance suspected one was for good and bad matches. And, in the middle hung a single hanger, which he presumed was for the current dress that Nera was trying on.

The door closed behind him and he made sure to lock it. Nera watched as Lance came from behind her, his hands finding the zipper. The sound of Lance pulling up the zipper was the only noise that filled the room.

“Does it look okay?” Came Nera’s soft voice. The black dress was snug and had a v-neck. It fell just below her knees. Lance’s fingers brushed over the mesh material, making a shudder run down Nera’s spine.

“It looks great on you bunny,” Lance’s low raspy voice sounded in her ear. His breath tickled against the shell of her ear, and this time she visibly shuddered.

“Are you sure it looks okay? I don’t… look fat in it?” Uncertainty laced her voice as Nera herself gazed in the mirror, seeing her reflection. She could see all of her rolls and pudginess. Poking at her own muffin top, Nera frowned at her reflection.

“You don’t look fat in it. You look very fuckable.” Lance deduced. A deep noise came from her in embarrassment. “Lance!” she cried out. Undeterred, Lance went on. “It makes your tits look good too. But I always thought you had great tits.”

At the mention of her aforementioned titties, Nera’s arms reached up to push them up, making them even bigger than they already were. Nera’s tits had been small and she had liked them just fine until her sophomore year had hit. Then boom; suddenly they were freaking huge.

Ever since then, she always had a love/hate relationship with them. Along with the rest of her body.

She had so many rolls that were noticeable by the mini dresses she wore. Despite trying her best to not think about her horrible body insecurities, they always seemed to pop up in the most inconvenient times.

Like right now.

“… thank… you?” Nera tried to thank him, but it came out awkward.

Then all of a sudden, she was suddenly bent over. She scrambled to secure her hands against the mirror so she wouldn’t fall or lose her balance.

Yelping gently, her yelp turned into a little noise of surprise when Lance roughly grabbed a hold of the cotton fabric of her purple skirt and yanked it up.

“Lance, what are you—“ She was cut off by him grabbing a hold of her panties and pulling them to the side. The sudden cool air made her nearly shiver. A deep shudder ran down her spine as she eyed herself in the mirror, a sharp contrast with the man standing behind her. Despite being chubby, she was petite. Small. Hilariously small compared to her husband. Other than having tattoos almost nearly everywhere on his body, he was massive. Even though he had done gymnastics which made him have a leaner body type, after getting in jail a few times, he had worked out. The lean body type he had soon changed into a bulkier, almost beefy stature.

Simply put, she probably looked like a cinnamon twist compared to his beefcake of a self.

“You’re not fat bunny. I don’t ever wanna hear that shit come out of your mouth ever again, you got that?” Lance’s voice had a low edge to it. Like it was a personal attack against him.

When he saw his bunny nervously lick her lips in response, that deep homicidal urge crept back again. That deep urge to just get rid of whoever, whatever was hurting his girl burnt through him like he was a man deeply possessed. His jaw tightened.

“But… I’m…” she protested gently. “You’re what, bunny?” Lance’s hard response had her thighs quivering.

“I-I’m… I’m too big. Everywhere.” Nera’s voice trembled and shook as she visibly swallowed, her eyes transfixed on her body from the mirror. Every roll and pudge of her body was sticking out. Hell, her muffin top was even showing itself too. Proudly showcasing itself all like; sup bitches I am here.

It was quite disheartening in her opinion.

“No. I don’t think so.” Lance’s tone was firm as his free hand crept up and slipped into the fabric of her mint sweater, sneaking in between her bra and roughly grabbing her breast, rolling the gold bars that went across her nipples in his hand.

A small whimper filled the empty room.

“We’re— we’re in public, Lance!” Nera’s hiss didn’t deter him from his mission. Far from it.

“Then you’d better keep your voice down,” Lance’s clap back made her silently glare at him. Not that he really cared. He didn’t. He never had been, nor would he ever be that type of person. Ever.

Shoving three thick fingers inside of her, a low squishing noise filled the room. Nera bit on her tongue, so she could resist the urge to whimper out loud.

“Would you look at that, bunny. Look how wet you are for me. Didn’t know you needed Daddy all that badly.” Lance’s crooning made her flush. Like she was just some awkward teenage girl who was having sex for the first time.

She never usually felt like a blushing virgin, but she felt like it this time.

“Daddy,” the title fell from her lips in a breathless tone as she begged. She even wiggled her ass against him, sucking his fingers deeper into her pussy.

“Needy little bunny. Dripping all over Daddy’s fingers so nicely.” Lance hummed as he slowly pushed his fingers out, watching with a pleased, satisfied look as Nera tried to control herself. He saw the expression on her face change as she chewed on her lip, nearly biting it as her eyes were pleading with him.

“Gotta use your words, bunny. You’re a smart bunny. Tell Daddy what you want.” The gruffness in his voice made the fire that was burning in her belly burn all that much brighter. Hotter. Deeper.

Never had she ever felt this humiliated by him in her entire life. Ever! It was a nuisance! Wordlessly, maybe even, she desperately tried to roll her hips down to create some friction. Anything.

A deep little whimper of frustration came from his little bunny when he pushed more of his body weight onto her, trapping her. Keeping her there.

“No. Don’t move.” His voice was low and the undertone of his voice threatened punishment if she ever dared to make any type of movement. From where she was, bent over with him slotting himself on top of her, her eyes found their reflections in the mirror.

For a second, he looked like the terrifying, fearsome crime boss that everyone whispered about. His eyes were cold and calculating as he watched her look at him.

“Be good, bunny. You’re Daddy’s good little bunny, aren’t you?” His words washed over her like honey.

“Yes.” Her voice was meek. Small.

“Yes, Daddy.”

She heard him crooning. Cooing about what a good bunny she was.

“That’s my good bunny. You’re such an obedient bunny.” His praise made her clench her thighs together. Nearly shuddering, as if she was burned.

When he started to move his fingers in and out of her weeping core, she wasn’t ready. She had not been prepared for the wet, sucking noises. That feeling of her cum just oozing out of her and coating his fingers, making them all slippery. All the while his thumb had found her clit, and he was rubbing it like it was going out of style.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—”

She was gasping. Or was she mewling? She really didn’t know. Although she did try and keep her voice down, all the while she realized that yes, she was still struggling with keeping her voice down then—

Three fingers shoved themselves into her mouth, silencing her breathy noises of pleasure.

She might have choked a little.

“Needy bunny,” Lance was mocking her. “Can’t even follow simple instructions, can you? How you can take Daddy’s cock in every one of your slutty holes when you can’t even shut that pretty little mouth of yours?”

All he got in response was a muffled, yet slightly gurgled noise. It distinctively sounded like a muffled moan of protest.

However, it did not skirt him off of his current mission.

It truly did not.

Wet, pumping noises continued to squelch out of her as his fingers pumped in and out in earnest. Nera was clearly struggling, as Lance could see through the mirror’s reflection as her eyes brimmed with tears, the feeling of her drool dripping down his fingers, but he didn’t give two shits.

Continuing with his torturous ministrations, his thumb rubbed against her clit every time his fingers managed to find her g-spot. With one last thrust, he curled fingers right up against the spongy spot, making her eyes roll back in pleasure.

Pleasure erupted in her belly as she barely realized her climax. Her thighs shook and trembled tremulously, her entire body shuddering and shaking. The barely acknowledged wet, sucking noises of Lance prolonging her orgasm hardly reached her ears as he helped her ride it out.

Even when he took his fingers out of her and put them in his mouth to taste, she was still shaking. Trembling. Quaking in her boots, as the young Maggie Townsend would say.

"There you go, bunny. Now you're being the best little bunny."

Drool dripped down the corners of her mouth as Nera was reduced to a blabbing, drooling mess. Taking his fingers out of his mouth, he licked his lips before he leaned in towards her ear.

"What do we say to Daddy, sweet thing?" Lance crooned in her ear.

"Thank you, Daddy." was all Nera managed to mumble shyly. Lance pressed a soft kiss against her sweaty forehead.

"You're welcome, bunny." His praise made her thighs clench again. Surveying her in the black dress with a raised eyebrow, he hummed. “It looks good on you, bunny. Let’s buy that.”

“This one?” Nera managed to stutter in shock. She finally turned back to him, a complete look of surprise overwriting her features.

There was his bunny.

“Uh-huh,” he nodded. “It’s ruined!” Nera’s shrill clap back made him smirk. “Okay? And?” Was his counter.

Hastily wiping her mouth with a tissue she got out of her purse, Nera glared at him. It was cute. There she was, the light of his life, his treasure, his little wife, his bunny— in her five-foot-one chubby stature glaring at him. As if he was going to be intimidated. As if she really thought he could make her comply with his wishes.

He could.

But it was cute that she was putting in the effort.

“Don’t worry bunny, I’ll get one in your size. Change. I’ll meet you up at the cashier.”

After Nera had gotten dressed, she met up with Lance who was already standing at the cashier. She put the black dress, along with some other clothes that had been in the good to buy pile down.

The beeping sounds of your clothes being scanned through the scanner were all she heard. As the price grew more expensive with every beep, Nera started to chew on her bottom lip in nervousness.

“Okay, your total will be—“

“Wait. I forgot to add one.”

Lance threw in the ruined dress. Nera swore she never wanted the ground to swallow her whole than in this moment.

“A-Alright then,” Lance saw the stylist chuckle, probably out of surprise. With one final beep, the total flashed onto the screen.

Once they finished getting the clothes, Nera finally stepped out into the open air, deeply inhaling.

Lance came next to her, absolutely wearing the proudest smirk on his face. Like the damn little shit that he was.

“Come on, bunny. You didn’t think we’d stop at just Dior, did you?”

Later that night…

If Nera was going to be honest with herself, she had no fucking idea what time it was.

Did she know that the sun had gone down?

Yup.

Did she know if she had managed to eat dinner?

… Somewhat.

But what she did know was that she was draped over the kitchen counter in the luxurious apartment that she shared with Lance. Bent over all the way till her feet dangled, her elbows were on the counter as Lance was pounding her ass like it was his last day on this godforsaken green earth.

Really, what had her life come to at this point?

Hell if she fucking knew.

She probably couldn’t remember what her name was at this point. Forget knowing how to write it. Ancestors help her if she even remembered her Hmong name at this point either. She just knew deep in her gut that was currently getting rearranged that she would probably not be walking solidly for the next couple of days.

Weeks, maybe? Maybe one week? Or two?

Who knew, and who really fucking cared.

Nera was gasping. Crying out. Becoming a blabbering mess, because not only was Lance going to fucking town on her ass, this little fucker also had a hand in her slopping mess of a pussy, rubbing circle after circle on her abused clit.

She was totally going to go to the spa after this. She deserved to have her back massaged and turned into a slinky before she delved into joys of the flesh with her husband for the next three months.

The marbled countertop felt cool against her body, and her nipple piercings were pressed down too.

Oh yeah.

She was heading to the fucking spa after this shit.

Feeling his sweat mix with hers, Nera grunted and her eyes rolled into the back of her head when the piercing on the head of his cock hit her g-spot just right. It was like scratching that particularly good itch.

And with that, she was suddenly coming. White exploded in her vision, and a ringing echoed in her ears as her orgasm overtook her. Nera’s body jerked and twisted, a euphoric feeling flooding her veins. Lance groaned, even grunted against the side of her neck as his body inwardly shuddered at the feeling of being able to feel his wife’s orgasm. Her pussy still was clamped down on his erection, but it was still throbbing. His teeth nearly sank into her neck when his balls tightened, expelling all of his cum inside of her. Emptying until he had nothing else to give, whatever he had put in her ass leaked out of her pussy and was trickling down her legs.

For a couple of moments, all they did was try and catch their breath.

“Fuck’s sake…” breathed Nera as her vision finally stopped spinning. Catching her breath, she deeply inhaled and exhaled. To her surprise, when she got off of the counter, her legs were still in working order.

Just when they had got their clothes back on, there was frantic banging on the door.

The front door.

“Are one of your dudes coming by?” Nera was bewildered. “No,” replied Lance, suddenly looking confused. Her feet smack smacking against the hardwood floors, the Hmong woman made her way to the front door.

Flipping the locks, the door swung open.

“Oh thank freaking God!” A young, Hmong woman cried out. She looked panicked. “I had to run around town asking for your address! Thank goodness Gina gave me your address before he caught onto me.”

Nera looked gobsmacked.

“What are you talking about?” Was all she managed to say. Pulling her cousin by her arm, Lance watched in utter confusion as Nera tugged the brunette woman inside. Poking her head out, she looked both ways before slamming the door shut. Making sure to lock the top and bottom, her voice rang out.

“Lance, can you get my cousin a bottle of water?’

Looking like he had been slapped back to reality, Lance made a beeline to the pantry to get the bottle of water. Nera’s cousin took off her comfy converses at the door, led to the couch by her older cousin.

“What brings you to Seattle?” Nera asked kindly. Trying to desperately ignore the combined semen and arousal that was trailing down her thighs.

“I moved here recently. Six months ago, for my new job. I work at a tech company,” her cousin explained. Nodding along, her cousin continued to speak her tale. “But a month ago, I was set up on this blind date with this dude. He said he worked at the Defense Attorney's Office or something?”

There was a loud crash in the pantry. Both women turned to find the source of the noise.

“Sorry! That was an accident!” Lance’s voice shouted out.

“Anyway…” her cousin had an awkward look on her face. “It was okay. Dinner, I mean. It was okay. But then he… started acting all weird. Like a total weirdo. He asked me if I knew you, and then when I told him you were my cousin, he flipped out on me. Then, and then, I found out the asshole was pleasuring himself under the table. So I threw my tea in his face and now I’m forever banned from that restaurant,” your cousin sighed mournfully.

Nera’s face had gone white as a sheet.

“Nera? Hey, are you okay?” her cousin’s voice had tuned out to become white noise as a ringing noise echoed in her ears.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” were the only words she could utter, a look of pure horror on her face.

“Nera?” Her cousin tried again. Lance had gotten out of the pantry, a murderous look on his face as he tossed the water bottle in her cousin’s direction. Thanks to her quick reflexes, she caught it pretty easily. But she was still concerned for her older cousin. “Nera? Are you okay? Do you need water, or…”

Nera quickly grabbed her cousin by the shoulders, forcing her to look into her eyes. “The douche canoe’s name. What was his name?”

Her cousin’s face dropped to a scowl.

Then, she uttered the name that Nera loathed in every bone in her body.

“That dude you had a blind date with, that was unfortunately the ex douche canoe. And I don’t think he’s done shitting on my life. I think I’m going to need to go to war.”

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🕊️: "dangerous drive"

kim hongjoong (김홍중) - 2,166 words.

the past few hours had been more animated than your entire life. and your whole life got impacted for ever.

who could have predicted this? who could have known that being here, at this moment, would change your life?

your arms were tightly holding this man, the one driving the motorcycle at high speed. your hair were flying behind you because of the speed. neither him nor you had time to put a shelter on. you had to go away. for a reason absolutely unknown to you.

the truth is that you were scared of high speeds. not all type of high speeds of course — even though you weren't really comfortable in a train, it was not a problem. no. the problem was car or motorcycle going too fast on roads. this was the real problem. this was what you were scared of. and even though you were holding tightly the man driving the motorcycle, you still were scared.

“shit, they won't leave us alone!”

you heard him screaming in anger as he sped up the pace. you tightened your hold around his waist. you didn't care if you were restraining him to breath. you needed something to hold tightly.

“there's only one way... hold on me tightly dear.~”

you cursed multiple times in your head. your eyes were already closed: you didn't want to see the whole world passing by you at a crazy speed. but you closed them harder. you were even frowning. the only things which were proving the high speed were your hair flying and the growling motor.

the man suddenly turned to leave the highway. he was slaloming between the few cars on the road. still at a high speed. you could have had a panick attack, but something was holding you back.

as if your subconscious wanted you to keep a control on yourself. or maybe... because your body loved the feeling of the adrenaline rushing through your veins? or the feeling of powerlessness you were experiencing?

you felt the motorcycle shaking a little bit more than before. and you could hear an another type of noise coming from the ground, under the wheels. quickly, the speed slowed down. and you eventually managed to open your eyes.

you were in a desolate place. the road was in fact a little path surrounded by trees here and there, and grass. a small hill was hiding you both from the main road. you heard the police cars and the sirens coming closer, and then going further to finally disappear.

this man outwitted them.

you let go of the man, and got off the motorcycle. you pushed your hair back and started to walk around to calm down.

“you're crazy! you're fucking crazy!”

you shout to him. a mix of anger and fear was growing up inside of you.

“i'm happy to meet you too.”

the man said in a sarcastic tone. he even rolled his eyes and looked away.

“what? are you kidding me? you little piece of- calm down, y/n, calm down...”

you tried to count in your head to try and call down. this man was literally playing with your nerves.

“you scared me! you took me and you forced me to sit on your motorcycle! and then, you drove like a crazy to escape the cops! i don't even know why they were following you! i literally faced one of my biggest fear while you were driving! or should i say while you were challenging your motorcycle's motor? and-”

“actually both.”

the man replied with the same sarcastic tone.

but this time, a smirk you didn't like at all was spreading over his lips. you felt like he was testing you and your patience.

“DON'T CUT ME OFF!”

you screamed in anger and came closer to him.

“and now, i'm in the ass end of nowhere because of your stupidity! and the only thing you're telling me is that you're happy to meet me?”

“damn, you're pretty savage.”

he pushed his hair back, and turned over to face you.

“i guess you would have preferred to stay there, where you could have been killed?”

you stayed quiet in front of him and his answer. you couldn't do anything. he was right.

“huh? tell me, i'm listening? or maybe the little savage girl/boy is speechless now? did she/he lose her/his tongue?”

“i'm sorry. i didn't think about that.”

you looked down to your feet, feeling a little bit sorry and awkward.

“good. i prefer that. because i don't really want innocent people to die in the middle of a gunfire.”

he sat again on his motorcycle, ready to ride away from here.

“now come and sit or i leave without you.”

you looked up to him. you were playing with your fingers, trying to control your nervousness.

“about this gunfire... why did it happen? why were you involved in this gunfire?”

“damn, we met each other not even thirty minutes ago. is it usual for you to be this.. intrusive in other's lives?”

he was looking deep into your eyes with a deadly gaze.

“for you information, mister blonde guy. i was in the middle of this gunfire too. even though i didn't choose it. so i have to know something about it!”

you tried to build you more impressive in front of him to try and have informations. but it failed.

“come. and. sit.”

to push you to come, he spinned the handle to speed up. the motor growled.

“come on an y/n. or i leave without you. last warning.”

you sprinted to sit behind him again. you didn't want to take the risk to be here, alone, without him.

“this gunfire... it's because they trapped me. these bastards.”

he waited for you to be a little more comfortable and ready, and then started to drive away.

“who?”

once again, even though he weren't driving that fast, you were holding on him tightly.

“S-SK. the mafia band. i'm sure they warned the cops i'll be here. when i saw them, i escaped. one of S-SK started the gunfire. cops heard it, and of course, they shoot back. happy to know that?”

you were daydreaming, thinking about what he just told you. you have been involved into a mafia thing. and you couldn't think properly.

you always hated this. but in an another hand, even though you've been involved in this, you've been saved by someone linked to mafia things. you were almost rethinking your opinion on this.

“y/n! you don't listen when we're talking to you?”

he even beeped to catch your attention.

“sorry! i was daydreaming.”

“no shit, Sherlock.”

the man drove into the highway again, going back to the city.

“i was asking for you address? to drive you back home?”

you nodded, and gave him your address and some indications about the surroundings to be more precise.

“thank you.. hum..?”

“Hongjoong. you're welcome.”

the ride was quiet. none of you talked. but the atmosphere was less tensed now he was less angry. you were less scared for your life to hold this tightly on him. and even his muscles felt less contracted than they were before.

when you reached the town again, Hongjoong turned and turned again in the streets, until your district. but then, you both heard voices screaming 'they're here!' and deep inside you, you knew they were talking about you.

Hongjoong sped up to try and tricked them. when you both were far enough from them, he quickly stopped the motorcycle and urged you to get off.

“come here!”

he took your hand and ran with you through the dark streets — the street lights were bright enough just to see few meters away, that's all. there was more shadow between each street lamps' light halo than light.

Hongjoong brought you into a dark alley. to be sure you would both fit in the darkness of the alley, and the shadow, he pushed you against a wall, and didn't hesitate to come against you. he was blocking you with his whole body. his arms on each side of your head. and his whole body against yours.

you felt like you were burning inside of you. even though you didn't paid too much intention of his face, you couldn't deny the fact he was charismatic. and he was now against you. was it even real? was it even the truth?

you were looking right in front of you. your eyes were wide open. you noticed his body's proportions. his large shoulders but his marked and thin waist to contrast. his developped chest: his pectorals' lines perfectly visible through his shirt, his collarbones visible through the collar. not to mention his Adam's apple on his throat.

you were in awe. and this moment could have last for hours, you wouldn't have complain. but Hongjoong went away when the footsteps were not hearable anymore.

“they're not here anymore. let's go to your place, quickly.”

he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the alley. you barely had time to realise what happenned, and to process where you were now. you've been just too unsettled.

you followed him. you had no other choices anyways since he was still holding your wrist. but why was he still holding your wrist? you had no idea. but you were enjoying the touch. his hold wasn't tight at all, just enough for your wrist to stay in his hand. his warmth was relaxing. and his skin felt soft.

under the armour, there was someone totally different. a tender heart and soul.

once you reached your place, he let go of your wrist, and turned over to face you.

“this is where our paths seperate.”

he put both his hands in his pockets, waiting for you to go back home so he can leave.

“i guess so...”

you looked down to your feet again. you felt nervous. should you ask why he walked you home? what his reaction would be? will it be disappointing for you?

“oh please just tell whatever you want already.”

Hongjoong sighed. he was looking at your petite form in front of him.

“but! i'm nervous! stop!”

“nervous? after you shoot at me? after you called me crazy? after you were about to call me piece of shit? nothing to be nervous of. go ahead.”

“i...”

he was right. after all, it wasn't that horrible. you handled his anger pretty well.

“i wondered why you walked me home? you could have let me come back home alone, and just.. ride your bike again to go wherever you want.”

“hmpf...”

he giggled at your question. it was cute, but you understood he was making fun of you.

“after they saw you? they would have follow you and maybe kill you. i don't wanna be linked to a murder case, if you know what i mean.”

he shrugged and looked away.

“i didn't want anything to happen to you.”

you stayed quiet. you were blushing. first, you were quite sensitive and needed nothing to blush. but with this man, it was worse. anything, absolutely anything, could get you blushing. you were just weak. and it was a fact.

“now go home. and sleep. forget about this.”

Hongjoong mentionned your front door with his chin, and walked away.

without thinking twice, you grabbed his arm. you didn't want him to go away now.

“Hongjoong!”

“hmmm?”

he turned over to look at you. he raised an eyebrow because of the surprise.

“you know the address now... can you.. pick me up.. someday..?”

your face couldn't be more red than now. even a tomato was less red than you. but hopefully, the darkness was hiding your state.

“babygirl/babyboy already like the taste of the danger i see?”

of course he would play with you. it was the perfect opportunity to satisfy his ego.

“shut up and answer.”

you were still looking away. but you were losing hope. didn't he answer because it was a no? and he didn't want to tell you? but you felt like he was the type to say the truth, no matter how hurtful it is. you were just lost and hopeless.

“i'll pick you up tomorrow at night. at 8. be ready. not a single minute more.”

he removed his arm from your hold.

“usually.. i don't like people who shoot at me, call me names, or dare to be, you know... savage. but you. it's different. you're adorable when you're angry.”

he smiled, showing off his perfect teeth.

you were too shy to answer something. and he was already leaving.

you stayed here to look at him until he disappeared in the corner of the street. you entered your own house after, and locked yourself up in it.

resting your back against your door, you sighed with a bright smile. it was a very light sigh. the one you make in happiness.

tomorrow, you'll be seeing Hongjoong. again.

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v-velvetykisscs · 3 years

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Safety Net

about: kingpin! eren x reader (f), mafia! au

summary: following his father's mysterious passing, eren is appointed successor of yeager corporation – also known to the public as the “Titans” due to their immense influence in the underground world- eren is determined to find out what's happened to his father. however, after the misstep of one of his own affiliates lands him in trouble with his cynical half-brother he’s chosen to blatantly ignore for weeks as well as an impertinent woman full of empty threats and impressive bravado stumbles upon his operations, eren finds his hands are quite full.

wc: 1,369 words

edit: 07/02/21

The road is lit by the headlights of the grey, company truck ahead and the crescent moon above in the night sky. I glance out of the window at the rolling, illuminated scene. Skyscrapers, twinkling like fallen stars, taken right from the twilight scape. My eyes divert to the yellow street-light-tinged rain droplets staggering down the glass. The driver turns the windshield wipers on. The tires make their monotonous hiss over the rain-washed highway.

I sigh, brushing a stray hair off of my face. I look down at my phone for the millionth time.

Me: Where are you?

Historia: Shiganshina District, The Sugar Shack, 62nd Street.

Me: I never took you for a party girl, Historia.

Historia: Well it’s nice to be able to unwind once in a while. Don’t you think?

Me: Yes, can I trust you to stay where you are?

Historia: Obviously, I’m not an imbecile

Me: Good girl. Be there in 5.

Suddenly, amidst all the grey buildings, We encounter one painted a vivid crimson. The shocking colour frames a painting two stories high that depicts a beautiful woman in a red-and-lilac kimono sniffing a flower. A few blocks later there is another painted a shocking pink. A two-story poster depicts a pair of anime girls in French maid costumes, breasts overflowing laced bodices. An invisible fishing line hoists up the backs of ruffled skirts to reveal the clefts of their butts. The driver rolls through the crowded broad boulevards and shops spilling out their glittering merchandise. There are women prancing down the empty roads in pastel platform shoes, beaming and laughing. They blend in with the dainty and cute toy shop behind them. She pauses at the red traffic light and taps a french-manicured nail against the steering wheel.

Further down the street, a navy blue building catches my eye. The woman drives towards it, decelerating the car, cautiously looking into the wing mirror to make sure there’s some parking space. She hits the break, and I sweep my messenger bag off the bare passenger seat. I smile softly at her through the rear-view mirror. “I’ll make sure to leave a good review! Thank you!”

I slam the door of my car gently. There’s a blue neon insignia at the front that reads “The Sugar Shack”. I walk hurriedly towards it, ID in hand. I keep it up long enough for the brute bouncer to nod at me and move out of my way.

I’m standing at the threshold of the nightclub. Blue is the dominant colour: the small tables and chairs are blue; the very short faux leather backless dresses of the waitresses are blue; the mezzanine where the Dj is mixing every kind of music is blue; The floating led lights flash between hues of blue, they dance with the go-go dancers who are dressed in shiny mini-skirts rigid like plastic, they dance with the dozens of people that crowd the immense dance floor where the classic, twinkling mirrored ball dangles. The music is loud, the speakers rumble the bass sounds so hard that some of the glasses shake on the tables. I open my phone, and search for the messages app. I start composing a message:

Me: I’m here, where are you?

I decide to get a head start towards the bar where I imagine Historia chose to stay at so that I could easily find her. A stumpy, drunken man approaches me and yells in my ear, “Hey baby, care to show me a good t-?” I don’t let him finish his sentence before I walk past him. He is so out of it that he doesn’t trouble himself to chase after me. I continue my brisk walk but there’s only a wooden counter filled of empty or spilt drinks. Torn colourful parasols and dried up lemon slices. No Historia. I eye the waiter. His back is turned to me as he dries wet cups with a little white towel. “Hey! Waiter!” I shout over the music. He turns, almost instantly, staring at me, still processing that I’ve called him. He blinks and gives me a warm beam. I mirror him. He has warm, chocolate eyes and a light brown messy hair-do. “Hi! I’m looking for my friend, I was wondering if you might’ve seen her tonight. She looks like this.” He nods. I unclasp my bag and take my phone out, turning it on, showing him my lock screen. A picture of me and Historia at graduation, wearing forest green robes and matching hats. “No, I’m afraid I haven’t, sorry.” He frowns sympathetically. “Well thank you anyways!”

Ping.

A response.

Historia: I’m at the bar on the second floor!

I head for the dance floor as soon as I read her text, making a bee line through the sea of sweaty bodies. Men and women are moving like uncoiling ropes, bobbing their heads to the aggressive, music beat. People press against me and I nudge them back like bowling pins. I take a deep breath and continue my trek through the narrow leeway of moving bodies. Soon enough I reach the staircase and I take them in twos. I get to the top and turn, My eyes zero-ing on a petite blonde sat on a swivel seat. My eyes widen. I power walk towards her.

“Historia!”

She looks up at me and stumbles off the seat spreading her ams open to embrace me. I hold her close and smile. She laughs. She’s wearing a form-fitting glamorous knee-length light blue dress. Her hair is in a neat high bun.

“You look gorgeous”

“Puh-lease Y/N, you look attractive in whatever you decide to wear.”

I look down at my black bootcut jeans, white tank top, red converse sneakers and black fur jacket.

“You flatter me but I’m definitely underdressed.”

Her cheerful expression slowly washes away from her face and she looks away, frowning.

“Look, There’s something I have to tell you.”

I nod as I wait for her to speak.

“There’s something I’ve been keeping from you until now and I thought that you’d ought to know. Now.”

“What’s up?”

She takes her blue orbs off of me and scans the rest of the room nervously, her eyes fixed on someone. I turn to mimic her and I lock eyes with a man in a tuxedo sat on a plush, red velvet futon. He has raven black hair with a pale complexion, his eyes are grey and he swirls a glass of rum in one hand. He stands, not breaking eye contact. Historia pinches my jacket sleeve.

“We should go.” She declares sternly.

I nod, this man looks like danger. We walk rapidly down the stairs together bursting through the crowd on the outside of the dance floor.

“The back exit!” I direct.

Historia follows me and I push the back door violently, it opens and we walk through it, into a dark alleyway. The faint, putrid odour of trash catches onto our nostrils as we walk through the maze of darkness. We make a turn and a tall man steps out of the shadows, Historia whimpers and I grab her hand, spinning her around the other way. We run and I turn around to see that the man isn’t alone. I hear a gun cocking and I tug at Historia’s hand so that she runs faster.

We turn once again and she topples over. She winces and mewls and I try to pick her up. I’m not in control of my breathing anymore. I look up to see a faint light ahead; An exit. We’re near.

“Get up Toria, Now.” I whisper aggressively. She discards her heels and lifts herself up, wobbling. I grasp her hand again and we sprint as far as out feet take us. We emerge into the street light. An engine revs and a slick, black Lamborghini pulls up before our eyes.

“Get in! I know the guy.”

I don’t question her and yank the door handle open, she slips in and I follow shortly after, pulling the door in. As soon as I do, The engine starts back up and we’ve taken our leave.

#eren x you #eren yeager #attack on titan #mafia au #aot smut #fanfic #writing #wattpad

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toraashi · 4 years

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chuuya week day 1

Idea: Chuuya being in a secret relationship with a regular person, they don’t know he’s a mafioso, and nobody knows he’s with someone outside the mafia, nor does he want anyone to.

She met him in the subway.

He had been snoozing on a bench near the subway tracks, a fancy bolero hat resting over his eyes lazily, unguarded.

Her mother had once told her never to trust strangers on the subway for it was the crossroads of the city. People from all sorts of backgrounds appeared daily to commute to wherever life was leading them, and in some dangerous cases, sex trafficking and kidnapping was part of that path. Whether this advice was supposed to keep her from alerting this stranger or not, she wasn’t sure, but somewhere in her heart, she felt obligated to rescue this man from the horrors her mother had frightened her with as a teen.

She had no way of knowing what else she had awoken. Love in a man with a passion and vigor, a terrible drinking habit, romancing like no other and a dark secret she wasn’t sure she would ever uncover. Upon moving in with him, she quickly realized that his career returned him to her with a blank stare and a locked jaw to be followed by a cold shower and enough glasses of wine to make him tipsy. Tipsy enough to forget the strenuous hours of the night that had led him home.

As she felt him tumble into her arms in the early hours of the morning, she’d tenderly pick through his wet hair, rubbing the nape of his neck drowsily until he was unconscious.

Some nights he’d arrive before her, this being one of them. In order to balance university life and her lover’s odd schedule, she had adopted a night job at a suspicious, run down bar down-town, seating and serving patrons and politely thanking them whenever they’d make drunken passes at her. Her mother would never approve, even if her daughter never tended the bar.

Tonight was moving slowly, she had served a grand total of four guests in the two hours she’d been there. Her boss had been eyeing her contemplatively for 30 minutes, and she prayed that if it stayed slow, she’d get sent home to her lover.

The bell on the door rang softly over the contemporary music chortling in the background, and she whipped over towards to newcomer, greeting them with a glowing smile and a menu.

“Hello! How are you tonight?” He side eyed her lazily, lolling his hues to the clock behind her.

“I’d like a seat at the bar.” His voice fell flat against her cheeriness.

“Of course! Did you have a seat of preference? We’re not very busy so feel free to choose any-” He cut her off sharply, pushing past her towards the bar.

“I don’t have time for pleasantries, just get me a shot of something strong and leave me alone.” He sneered, “Or do you have to chit chat before you do that too?” A frog forced its way into her throat as she stepped aside. It wasn’t uncommon for a particularly underground dive bar to serve hostile customers, and once again as the man plopped in an empty seat along the bar, she was reminded of her mother’s words.

Maybe her part-time college night job was a bit of a crossroads as well.

Inching her way behind the bar, she mumbled the man’s order to the tender. Her co-worker rolled his eyes, no doubt having dealt with customers like him before.

“Sounds like another drunken drama queen with a bad attitude.” He mumbled to her, coaxing a giggle from her throat before he mixed something for the customer. The atmosphere of the petit business almost felt like a second home to her. The clinking of pool balls, the overwhelming smell of cinnamon air freshener with a heavy alcoholic undertone, the flaxen glow of soft yellow lights hanging from the ceiling, nights like these were priceless. Tightening the apron around her waist, she grabbed her notepad to check on the few customers in the building.

Once more, the bell on the door jingled with anticipation. Immediately starting towards the door, she couldn’t help but notice the startled glance her previous customer had shot at the entrance.

“Hello! How has your night been?” She grinned brightly, only for her sparkling eyes to widen tremendously at a familiar figure that left her heart racing. Their eyes met instantly, his pupils blowing into black holes of an expression she had never seen before. “Chuu?” Her smile instantly illuminated into a visage of pure euphoria. “What are you doing here?” His blue eyes, bluer than a vast ocean or a glittering sapphire darkened tremendously, never leaving hers.

“Why are you here?!” He hissed; he didn’t seem remotely as happy to see her as she was to see him.

“Chuuya, I work here…” Cursing under his breath, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her aside, his warm touch vanishing instantly as he treaded towards the man from earlier, seating himself next to him. Her gaze lingered on his coated form anxiously, confused at his words. Twisting a lock of hair around her ear, she yanked her notepad from her apron, stomping towards him, determined to solve the mystery of his odd behavior.

“Hello, gentlemen, I hope you’re both having a lovely night.” She butt into their silence, flashing pearly whites at her lover flirtatiously. He glowered at her, much to her dismay. “Is there anything I can get for you tonight?” Her beloved’s glare was nothing compared to the other man’s.

“I told you to leave me the fuck alone. Get out of my sight before I kill you.” Malice was dripping off his tongue like blood on a sword neatly fitted into someone’s gut, and she felt it creeping up her spine in the shape of a venomous serpent.

“M-my apologies. I just wanted to grab his attention, you see,” She motioned to Chuuya lovingly. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I’ll be leaving now.” Turning in shock, she began to shuffle away only to immediately be twisted around by a calloused hand. It was who had mercilessly threatened her, and she had never felt fear more than in that moment.

“Oh? Would you say you know this man?” Chuuya’s eyes were narrowed into thin slits, his entire body stiff as marble. Suddenly, she wasn’t sure if revealing her relation to Chuuya was a smart idea.

“I-”

“I have no personal relation to this woman, Dickinson. This deal remains between you and I, don’t involve bystanders unless you plan on violating our terms.” A sickening grin crossed the cheeks she thought she knew. “You don’t want to violate our terms, do you?” The man clicked his tongue, releasing her wrist and sending her plummeting to the floor. Confusion swamped her mind as she glanced between the two males.

“Oh? Why would an innocent “bystander” be so interested in getting your attention then, mafioso?” He sneered. “As long as there’s a person of interest involved, wrong choice on your part risk her life, the life of an innocent bystander… one with a particular desire to humor you… a lover perhaps?” Chuuya gritted his teeth.

“Fuck, you’re so damn annoying. Let’s get this over with.” He looked down at the girl on the floor. “I’ll let you know if I need any service.” His crystal blue eyes showed little to no recognition as he pulled a sheet of paper from his coat pocket.

#Chuuya #nakahara chuya #Nakahara Chuuya #chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #bungou #bungo stray dogs #bungoustraydogs #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs #bsd imagines #bsd #bsd scenarios #bsd x reader

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chaoticgearz · 3 years

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TWST x KHR, Daily Life Arc (Part 1, Introducing the Friends)

The files clearly stated that Tsuna is a clumsy idiot with no friends and is constantly bullied

Yet that doesn't seem to be the case if the teens surrounding him are anything to talk about

Ace Trappola, known for being the most mischievous student in Naminori who's also a fast learner. The only reason why his exam results aren't higher is because of the F in science. Also, has Lightning flames with a Storm secondary

Deuce Spade, formerly a well known delinquent who's now trying start anew after enrolling into Nami-chu. His strength can rival Ryohei Sasagawa's own and is quite skilled in street fighting but that's a given considering he's known as the cruelest delinquent since he was a kid. He seems to have Storm flames with a Rain secondary and a Cloud tertiary

Epel Felmier, a very small petite boy with feminine features dominating his face. An active member of the boxing club, ran by Ryohei Sasagawa. Also known for having a reputation of being Vil Schoenheit's favourite model which easily made him popular but was dampened by the fact that he's friends with Tsuna. A Cloud with a Lightning secondary and a Mist Tertiary.

Jack Howl, moved to Naminori from America after his father remarried and seems to fit in pretty well in Naminori. Seems to be very protective of Tsuna so at least Reborn knows this one is going to be loyal to Tsuna but it would make his job a bit more hard. He's a strong Sun with a Lightning secondary.

Finally, there was Sebek Zigvolt, who is by far the most overprotective of the group. He treats Tsuna like glass from time to time but at the same time, he goes out of his way to train Tsuna to become stronger than before. He also seem to be very loyal to Malleus, a 3rd year student. A Lightning with a Sun secondary.

Okay, so obviously Reborn should've done a bit more research before interacting with them but clearly he had underestimated them since they're still high schoolers

He had told Tsuna what he was sent for and the fact that he has no say in it so whether he wants to be Mafia or not is not up to him at all

He ran out, probably upset (Not that Reborn had ever cared)

Until he heard the front door slam followed by Nana greeting person while they greeted back- hold on that voice is familiar...- Oh it was Epel Felmier

Basically, he went full on feral mode when he saw Reborn on the table and was doing all he can to hurt him

Still Reborn was taken aback by how powerful this kid's Cloud flames are which just wafted out waves of it everytime he moved so dodged as fast as he can

Then they heard the door slam again with Nana greeting the person again but they didn't answer. He can hear Nana directing the person up into Tsuna's room

He sees someone unfamiliar, a boy who seems to be a third year. Reborn looked up a bit and saw a car ears headband. Ah, so this is the infamous Che'nya he had heard about from Nana

The boy was even more unpredictable when he attacked Reborn if the change of location was anything to address

Epel seemed to have been shocked from the sudden interuption and the difference in scenery but that lasted a second before he attacked Reborn once more

Oh Lord the baby hitman can already tell this is going to be one hell of a ride to train the boy to be Don Vongola

#twisted wonderland #katekyo hitman reborn

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adoringeun · 4 years

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Lemon Drop Café

Welcome to the Lemon Drop Café! My name is Eunha, I'm the owner of this place. It's a blessing to have you visit my café, what would you like to order?

Inside the Lemon Drop Café

In this café we offer a variety of different food and drinks! Don't be fooled by the name of the shop, we sell all kinds of food and beverages here. We even have a special delivery service for everyone!

T H E B A S I C S

-> This is in no way affiliated with the Idol I potray to be. I am not claiming to be her nor do I say this is how she acts in real life. Everything here is purely fictional and is all for your entertainment only!

-> As of now, the café is only open for chatbots and chatbots only.

-> This is mostly a delivery service chatbot meaning there will be no plots introduced, yet!

-> A schedule is included in this post that says the days I accept reservations, delivery requests, and answer asks.

-> Daily positivity posts and health reminders will be posted!

-> I will sometimes pop in people's dms to drop of treats from me! I'll try my best to send everyone at least one treat so you all will hopefully get a smile out of it ^-^

-> A bulletin board will be posted every once in a while. What is this for? Well, it will act as a chatbot news for everyone. For example, person #1 and person #2 are now engaged! Let us congratulate the soon to be married couple. If you have any new information or news to share, feel free to message me and I will post about it!

-> This bulletin board will also act as a spread of awareness to everyone. Not only to Korean entertainment related news, but to the many things that are happening around the globe. (example is BLM petitions and such)

R E S E R V A T I O N S

-> Reservations are basically you reserving for a table at the café. This is a perfect way to have a nice date with your partner, hang out with your friends and bond with your family!

-> If you don't have anyone to go with, you can still reserve a table! Only difference is, I will be there to keep you company as I serve you your food or drinks. I can even maybe teach you the ways of the kitchen, if you're lucky enough.

-> Once your reservation has been accepted, a GC will be made and you along with the person/s you are bringing will be invited.

-> Be patient with Eunha as she can get very busy making orders and accepting reservations.

-> More details will be said once you have been invited to the GC.

HOW TO RESERVE A TABLE

-> You can send me a message (or an ask if that's what you prefer) saying you would like to book a table, please include how many people you will be coming with.

Example:

“Hello! I would like to reserve a table for 3 people thank you 😊❤”

-> Shortly after your request has been accepted, you will be made a GC.

-> A menu listing all the available food and beverages we have will be given to you (and the people you are with)

-> Do tell me when you are finished eating so I can hand you your bill and delete the GC.

D E L I V E R I E S

-> For deliveries, we have a lot of methods for you to choose from!

— Asks [💭]

> The ask delivery can only be used as a letter service. Meaning, I will send an ask to the person whom you want to send a letter to. You don't have to write a long paragraph for this. It can simply be a short “Good Morning!” or “How is your day today?”

— Submissions [💌]

> Submission deliveries are like asks but gifts included in them. Example is person #1 saying “Have a good day!” to person #2 with a lemon pie and a bouquet of sunflowers as a gift.

— DMs [📩]

> This is pretty much self explanatory as a lot of other bots have done this as well. I call this Private Deliveries. Private deliveries are like submission deliveries but are sent through dms. [TW//NSFW] This is the most recommended option if you were to send lingerie for your s/o, give them a new toy, etc.

— Post [📌]

> Deliveries through posts are the most common way to send someone something. It's more like the DM method but it's public. No further explanations needed.

-> We don't only offer food as gifts, you can pretty much send anyone anything! Just make sure it's not as complicated as; A caramel macchiato, three pumps of pumpkin spice, slight whip cream, a chocolate drizzle, and a cherry on top. Don't be those type of people.

HOW TO REQUEST FOR A DELIVERY

-> Send me an ask or a message that includes the listed below.

1.) The @ of the person/s you are giving the gift to.

2.) Whether you would want to be tagged or want to stay anonymous.

3.) Send the letter/gifts you want to give to that said person/s. If you don't have any pictures or gifs of the gift, it's okay! I will look for the pictures/gifs for you.

-> Before I send something, I will send screenshots of the post for confirmation that everything is correct.

-> Please do be patient when I don't complete your delivery as soon as possible. Admin is very busy but will be sure to go on with your request one she is free.

A D V I C E

-> Do you need ever need advice but don't know who uou should ask? Lucky for you, I'm here to give that needed advice! It can differ from life tips, health tips, relationship talks, pretty much anything!

-> All you have to do is send an ask or a message and i'll give the best advice I can give!

-> !!! : I am not saying that the advice I will give will 100% work. I will try and understand your situation and give you the best I can give. Please note that there is no guarantee that it'll work.

A D V I C E —S L I D E T W O—

-> This is for all the love birds out there!!

-> If you have a certain person that you like and want to ask them out on a date but have no idea where to go, I can give you some possible locations that will fit both you and person #2

-> Following what was said above, if you're going on a date and plan on confessing there, you can also ask me for tips on how you can confess!

-> For the long term couples here, if any one of you plan on proposing, I can help you set up and plan things.

-> If you're planning a wedding but don't know where to start, you can also hire me as your wedding planner! Since most weddings are held in discord now, I can help with setting up the server, thinking of themes, and overall the aesthetic of your special day.

-> I will make sure all parties are satisfied with the final product and have smiles on their faces once they see it.

-> All in all, I pretty much help with anything. Heck, you can even hire me as your babysitter! I'll make sure the child/children will have the time of their lives with me ^-^

-> All you have to do is hit me up in my dms or send an ask! Simple as that.

B U L L E T I N B O A R D

-> The bulletin board is one of the most important things I have included here.

-> It will include not only the latest chatbot news and K entertainment news but also news outside of the K-media!

-> I will post about the many things that have been happening recently. Those who have not been given justice yet, the brutality of the police, etc! There are a lot of topics that need to be covered, but not have been given enough light yet. My main goal for this is to bring peoples' attention to these so more people will be aware of the wrong doings others are doing to innocent lives.

-> As I respect everyone, I will be putting trigger warnings whenever I post so people will proceed with caution when they see the warnings.

-> If you don't want to be tagged, please do let me know! I don't want to post a sensitive topic and have some people frowning in front of their screens because of it triggering them. Send me an ask or a message and i'll take you off my taglist ^-^

-> Same goes for those who want to be tagged. Send me an ask or message anytime you like! Or even just reblog my post saying you want to be tagged in future posts :)

GOT ANY NEWS YOU WANT TO SHARE?

-> Send me a dm/an ask! From chatbot related news to petitions people can sign, anything you want! You can even send a submission if that is what you prefer doing.

E U N ' S S C H E D U L E

M O N D A Y : [Answering Asks, taking reservations, replying to dms, sending gifts]

T U E S D A Y : [Taking reservations, replying to dms]

W E D N E S D A Y : [ASK ONLY DAY!]

T H U R S D A Y : [Taking reservations, sending gifts]

F R I D A Y : [FREE DAY]

S A T U R D A Y : [ALL WORK DAY]

S U N D A Y : [ALL WORK DAY]

ALL WORK DAY – are days that I accept anything and everything from everyone. Meaning, everything is open and available (Reservations, advice giving, etc.)

FREE DAY – is a day where I only respond to important dms and reblog posts.

O T H E R I N F O

-> My asks aren't only open for requests and stuff, they are always open for anything!

-> I'm mostly active during the afternoon because I do work in the morning and at night.

-> Don't be afraid to message Eunha! She's always open and happy to make friends ^-^

-> My timezone is KST! (Korean Standard Time)

-> I will sometimes post “Inside Eun's Life” posts which are basically what and how I'm doing.

Credits to the person who made the idea of making chatbots, lots of love for you @yandereminholee!!

Special thanks to @your-roseanne and @floristluda for the inspiration!

Another special tag is @specialdeliveryforyou! Credits to them for starting the whole delivery service trend ^-^

And to @cherry-nayeon the OG café concept chatbot! All love and credits goes to her!!

Amazing people who you should also check out!

@mafia-minho @leextaeyong @5sosxseulgi @xiyeonnie @babyhj1sung @mafiajjh @mafiawyk @shinhaneul-oc @yoonhana @queenbeejessi @yourchungha @skaterchae @hunter-chaeyoung @og-aisha @sweetandsleepyjamie @fabricatedxkun @switchseola @seventeen-chatbot @mafia-chaeyoung @split-jiu @doll-hyunjin @wolfxhwasa @sub-chungha @chatwithchuu @bunjihyo @babieyuqi @domyeonjun @yvespunk @icyracer-chae @midari-jieun @peachyminju @yanderechenle @purgejaemin @spamnotes-cb @lovely-jisoo @amazingspiderhan @artsydahyun @xdomkangseulgixx @detectivexsicheng @yandere-lia @yanderetzuyu @time-for-confession @kittenjennie @urkai and more lovely people! ^-^

#Eunha #Jung Eunbi #gfriend chatbot #gfriend aesthetic #kpop chatbot #gfriend eunha #eunha aesthetic #chatbot #idol chatbot #kpop

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Maribat ideas I will probably never write

Now, before we start.

I realize that those may have already been made but I've never seen them and everything here came from my mind. But if you remember the titles, please tell me them or send a link to the stories, I'd love to read them.

This can be whatever ship you want Connorette, Daminette, Cassandra x Marinette, Brucinette... Any ship.

Here I'll refer to them just as the bats or one of the bats, or just choose a random one of them simply because I don't know the exact person that'd fit in the au with Marinette so I'm just leaving it up to you but... yeah.

[And yes, I know I said it could be Connor or Jon or anyone else, and I know they are not part of Batclan but for the lack of better word, just roll with it]

Yes, you can use any of them, but please tag me (i really want to read what you came up with) and include the link to my post so maybe someone else could use any other of these.

And if want to add anything or just brainstorm in the comments I'd love to do it with you, so don't be shy and say what you think (constructive critism only).

Maybe i will update this, but for now feel free to use any of these over 20 (i think at least) ideas I came with in these past 2 weeks cuz i was bored.

And before you start, I'm thinking of making mafia boss! Marinette AU, but i don't know what ship it should be... Suggestions? (Just not the love square please)

Hope you like it.

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Violinist Marinette. The Waynes got invited to a concert in which Mari played a solo. And they're all just enchanted with her talent.

Marinette a Badass Dancer. None of the bats is a dancer in this AU and I don't really have any direction where this would go, but i just had a scene where she kicks their asses even though she doesn't have much (or any) exprience in martial arts. Just her spinning and kicking one of them mid-spin in the face or... somewhere else...

So the scene is a Wayne Gala, right? Jagged Stone dares Marinette to sing a song on a stage (there’s live music band, i guess?). Everyone’s mesmerised by her voice and Jagged can be heard screaming “That’s my niece!” in the backround. I really want her to sing Creep , a cover by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox ft. Haley Reinhart or Crazy in Love , also a cover made by Sofia Karlberg, though any other song is fine too

Bats and Marinette in a band. That's it. That's the whole AU.

One of the bats is sitting under a tree, all peacefully and relaxed, but then they look up to see a random girl with dark blue hair (??) just hanging upside down from a branch like an actual freaking bat. She gives them a heart attack.

Another Au with singing Marinette lol. In this one Marinette likes to sing in a park every other day and Damian comes here one day and hears her and is like “wow.”, and since then he comes there everyday in hopes of hearing her sing and getting her number. And maybe Luka or Adrien play while she sings, that’d be cool

Guys, Marinette and the Waynes being neighbours. No, but imagine. Them seeing some girl watering plants every week for a month or two and then not seeing her for a long period of time, and they're kinda worried, but then she's back and they're confused, because where the hell she'd been, the house looked like not used and just where the hell was she? Marinette seeing some... Weird things happening in the Wayne backyard. Balconies being in front of each other, so they're balcony neighbours too (the romance, the fluff, even the angst, guys). Marinette going to them with baked goods and introducing herself as their neighbour. Them going to hers and welcoming her with a basket of Alfred's cooking.

Jason has to participate in a dating show because he lost a bet and Mari's one of the participants too...

Duke needs a date to a wedding (i don't know whose, your choice) and Marinette's his best friend, so be my fake date to this wedding?

Marinette as Tim's daughter??

The greatest showman AU. (Sibling dickinette. On the trapeze-)

Forget rouges, superheroes and vigilantes. Underground dancers. Because it's what i need, y'all

So in this, WE is a dance company, and Marinette's maybe an intern in a fashion department. One day Dick's going to one of the practice rooms where's been scheduled a meeting with a designer for his costume for the next show. Instead he's met with a girl he sees for the first time, practically flying on the dance floor. Just as he's about to reveal himself the rest comes and it turns out this is the fashion designer and it seems as no one knows she's an amazing dancer too

Teachers AU + Rivals AU = utter chaos. Them teaching the same subject and competing for their class' loves and/or arguing whose close is better. [Bonus points if everyone's thinking they hate each others guts, but they're secretly dating]

Fencers AU - on the same team on different teams, your choice. (And this honestly suits with Kagami too. I'm up for kagami x bat/marinette)

Damian in the park with Mar'i, but he's having trouble, because this kid has so much energy. How?? Just when he thinks he can take a breath, he notices Mar'i has wandered off and is talking to a young woman, so he rushes there and try to apologize, but she says it's no problem at all. Suddenly this gorgeous girl offers him her help. It looks like Mar'i has taken liking to her and he's so tired, so he agrees and for the rest day watches two Mari's play together and falls in love with the older one. Plotwist: this was plan all along. Mar'i is the ultimate wingwoman.

All the Wayne siblings decided to go to one of those haunted houses for a halloween and there's this petite girl who tagged along their group somehow. They didn't expect to see this tiny girl punching the worker dressed as a monster and knocking the daylight out of him. But it was so worth getting kicked out.

Marinette's a ghost and these four men came to her house and apparently they're doing a ghost investigation?? I mean, she was getting a bit lonely and bored, maybe it's time to "gain some friends" (read: scare the living out of them).

Pretty much the above but with bat/s as ghost/s and Marinette as the paranormal investigator with her team (i honestly want one of them to be Kagami, i don't know why). In both you need to decide who's a skeptic and who believes. It's fun, the ghost is trying to scare them off, but they're stubborn.

Sibling dickinette where Marinette calls her older brother everytime she wants to get out of a date and so he pretends to "arrest" her. (And then maybe dick decides to play a matchmaker and sets her up with one of his adoptive siblings)

Marinette as a lawyer. Her going against LexCorps who framed Wayne Enterprises for something. Or maybe Bruce was accused of murder (that he obviously did not commit) and now she has to prove his innocence. I just really want to read about badass lawyer Marinette, guys

Merlin AU. Is there any AUs with Marinette being Merlin and saving Arthur's ass (I honestly think it should be Chloe, no joke)?

Mominette where she adopts Cassandra. I just imagined them going to ballet lessons together and cooking and now I'm soft.

Marinette got dared by her friends to set a trap for the passerby that involved eggs, toy train and glitter and to then to pretend they're her ex and they cheated in her, and Jason had the misfortune to be that passerby. (Yes, this is probably crack lol)

Tim can rap. Marinette can rap. What could go wrong?? (Yes, this is probably crack too)

There's this girl they see every year when to go on trick-or-treating and she always has the most amazing or scariest costumes. But Damian will not go without a fight and so every year they compete over who has the better costume. This year they just so conveniently dressed up as the famous Halloween couple.

Jon is 17 now and it seems as no one is interested in him. He jokingly tells Damian he supects theres a ghost that's in love with him and they keep away any potential lovers from him. He doesn't know how much he's right. Marinette though, is freaking out.

Marinette decided to take a part-time job at a local pool as a life guard. There's a sudden increase in people coming to said pool but also a dramatic increase in people pretending to drown. Conner is one of them.

Marinette plays a therapist to all of the batfam. The amount of the ridiculous problems she had to listen to... She could write a book and she would make millions out of it, she swears.

"Some say "revenge is a dish best served cold.", then i read "revenge is sweet", so i came to conclusion revenge is ice cream." Huh, so that'd explain the sudden disappearance of ice cream in whole Gotham Jason had been hearing about for the past week from Bruce. The question is, what that petite bluenette is planning to do and who is going to be a victim of her ice cream revenge?

Tim had been in coma for a month after the drug bust, and he has just woken up. The first thing he does? He picks up the argument he and Marinette had been having before he's been put into a coma.

The couple at the place Jason had been at, started making out loudly, so he started making loud noises while eating his ice cream. They stopped. And he got this cute barista's phone number when she was walking past him.

Marinette's at the spa when she overhears two guys betting who can eat more slices of cucumber (that were supposed to be put on their eyelids) and she decided to participate. Safe to say they were all banned from all the spas in Gotham

Can i please get Jason/Duke/anyone making up a bedtime story for Marinette after she woke up from a nasty nightmare? I need it

Every morning and night Marinette pretends to be asleep just so she can feel Damian pull her closer, kiss her temple and whisper how much he loves her

Roy listening to Jason complaining about each first encounter of her girlfriend with his siblings and Bruce. Each is more ridiculous than the one before. He listens to it, after he and Marinette had gone through their own weird af first meeting.

Dick was so busy laughing at the bluenette who'd just walked into a post, he ran into the same post minute later. She asked him out... After she finished laughing and telling him karma's a bitch

Dick likes to think he's the reason Jason and Marinette got married. To his last days he will brag about how at his and Kori's wedding Marinette caught the bouquet, tripped and Jay caught her.

Jason asked Marinette on a date to one of the restaurant the WE owned. Then as a test, he told her he couldn't pay for all the expensive dishes they ordered. She took his hand and they ran out of the building. He's convinced he's going to marry her.

#maribat #marinette x batfam #marinette deserves better #ml salt #daminette #timinette #timari #dickinette #jasonette #conner kent x marinette dupain cheng #marijon #brucinette

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