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☆ it’s a prank ; jude bellingham
vlogger gf and bf!jude
authors note: this is a reblog from my old acc. rip to her :( !! enjoy <3!!
you and jude were visting your home city in states and today you were both heading out to shop for your next vacation spot. both agreeing to leave at this very moment to pick up some items from the mall, you quickly made your way to the car first with your vlogging camera, to then quickly holding up the camera getting ready to talk to your subbies. you start the video off telling your subscribers about todays video idea you had in mind.
"alright guys, jude is still inside so that gives me a few minutes to tell you guys todays prank" you excitedly state.
"today's prank is definitely going to be an easy prank, and a prank i know jude is for sure going to enjoy" you say playfully rolling your eyes. "but, today i am going to do the "i can't stop kissing my boyfriend prank" you say rubbing your hands together like an evil villain.
"jude thinks that were just going to be vlogging today at the mall, but really he's about to be kissed up a storm" you finish explaining, nervously laughing in the end.
as you continue to talk to the camera, you catch your world famous footballer boyfriend already walking out the house getting ready to get inside the car. "oh snap he's coming, he's coming" you whisper, quickly adjusting yourself to seem as if everything was going on normally.
jude opens up the door to the rented black lamborghini urus and gets himself inside the car.
"saw you talking to the camera. already starting the video without me?" he says pulling down the seatbelt. "yeah yeah, just chatting about what were going to be doing today" you smirk.
you begin to hover yourself over jude and give him a nice, gentle, but quick kiss. after the kiss you see him in a smiley mess.
"ready to go?" you ask as you're ready to give him another kiss. "yeah baby i'm ready" he shyly replies. you respond by giving him another quick loving peck. as you try to move back to the passenger seat, he gently grabs you back over to him.
"can i have another kiss?" he cutely asks. "damn he's making this prank easy enough for me" you thought. "mmhmm" you replied giving him another.
as jude was driving you both to the mall, you wanted to start up a conversation to rev up the prank. you positioned the camera to where you and jude were on film. "so what are you going to be buying or looking for at the mall?" you asks jude who was eye focused on the road.
"uhm probably look to buy more shoes or maybe buy some new clothes. i also need to head to goyard and get a backpa-" he was cutoff at you picking up his hand and leaving thousands of pecks.
"...and buy my baby whatever she wants" he looks over to you and smiles like a complete idiot. "wow j" you laugh. "i'm serious tho" he finishes.
after a few minutes, he pulls over to the mall parking lot. "alright. stay here" he tells you as he gets out the car to open up the passenger door.
as he opens the door, he holds and gently pulls your hand out to help you out the car. "you're so sweet" you tell him. he closes the door behind you and grabs your left hand and you both start to walkout the parking lot.
as you both make your way up to the entrance, you start talking to the camera again. "alright guys we're here at the mall" you tell the camera "i'm so ready to get new stuff for the trip we're both going on in a few days. the summer is almost over and we gotta finish it off with another nice vaycay" you tell the camera, resting your head onto jude's bicep.
"yeah, we both need a few things, and today we aren't busy with anything so we decided to shop a bit" jude tells the camera. "mmhmm" you hummed.
to continue on with the prank, you stop walking and tell jude to face you. "gimmie kiss" you request. you stand on your toes and he leans over to give you a quick kiss. "another one" you request again. he chuckles and goes in to gives you another kiss.
"another one" you ask, giggling over his lips. "damn babe" he whispers giving you one after another after another after another. "okay okay okay" you shyly pushing him away, holding his hand walking into the mall entrance.
"okay so first stop, we need to go to target first to buy a few sun care products like sunscreen and body lotion" you tell the camera. "this is also jude's first time at target" you say excitedly.
"where do you need to go to babe?" you asks jude. "after target, we're gonna go over to goyard and buy me a few pieces and then maybe over to nike or something" he replies.
while he was talking to the camera, you start to repeatedly kiss his bicep that your head was once positioned on. he looks down over at you smiling and pulls you closer him as he still talks to the camera.
"here's target" jude tells you. you both walk your way inside and head to the body care isle. "i'm gonna go look for a few things real quick at the men's section, i'll be back" he tells you.
"you're gonna leave me here alone?" you jokingly whine, flipping the camera over to him. "don't be dramatic i'll be back" he laughs. "ok, well meet me back over here" you tell him as you wrap your hands around his body, looking up at him. "you're acting so cute today, i don't know what's up with you" he giggles onto your lips. he gives you a kiss, but you hold on to him tighter, asking him for more. "i want more please" you tells him.
he gives you a few more. "we'll be here forever love" he laughs. "i don't caree" you whine. he wraps his arms around your lower waist and connects his forehead to yours. "i'll be back" he tells you before grabbing your ass with both of his hands, followed by a slap. "jude" you whine, smiling. he laughs and heads over to the men's section.
you start talking back to the camera. "alright guys. so i need to up the prank up a little more. i don't think he's getting on to it, even though he's not supposed to, i need to be a little more needy" you vent to the camera. "maybe i'm just not going to ask him to kiss me. i'm gonna just do it without asking him" you says while looking around making sure he doesn't hear you.
after picking up a few items and telling your subscribers what you had in your hand carrying cart, jude comes up from behind. you turn around and notice. "whatcha get?" you ask facing the camera towards him. "i got some shorts and deodorant" he says looking at the stuff in his hands.
without notice, you gently pull his head down and plants kisses onto his lips. "i missed you" you tell him. he laughs in response. "i was just over there" he says pointing to his past location
"soo? you still left me alone" you tell him leaving more kisses onto his cheek. "babe behave yourself" he whispers towards you.
"give me your stuff babe" he says as you hand him your cart. "look at him holding things for me" you say to the camera, pulling his arm down and kissing him on his cheek a couple of times. "why do you keep pulling me down and kissing me and stuff?" jude laughs.
"i can't kiss my bf?" you question. "you can of course, but damn somethings up. i must've did something good today" jude laughs. "and what would that be?" you cutely questioned. "idk, but you keep giving me kisses so it must to be something" he laughs.
you both made your way up to the self register and jude scans the items. you look over at the camera, getting ready to continue the prank. as he scans the rest of the items, you gently pull his arm down and he looks over to you. "come here" you tells him as you wrap your arms around his neck and stand on you toes to kiss him. "i love you" you tell him.
"what is going on with you babe?" he tells you as he takes out his wallet to finish up paying. "nothing" you blankly reply. "okay?" he says as he puts his card into the card reader, dangerously confused.
you stand behind him as he puts in his four digit code and wrap your arms around his large body and plants small back kisses onto his back. you can feel him laughing due to his body vibrations.
he turns over as he gets the receipt and and puts his wallet back into his pocket. "why are you acting like this" he cups your jaw, giving you multiple kisses onto your lips, sending you into a giggling frenzy.
"no-thing i- ju-st l-ov-e yo-u" you try to speak through each kiss. "how many more do you need because it seems to be that you need more every time" he replies pulling you into a hug.
"it's nothing. lets go and get what you need" you finally tell him as you he the bag full of your items and both making your way back into the mall.
"alright guys, now we are going to go to- where are we going?" you ask jude. "uhm i need some shoes so lets get that over with" he tells you.
you looks over at him and pucker up your lips insinuating you want another kiss, while holding the camera. "again?" he whispers.
"yes" you reply pouting. you pucker your lips back again and he gives you a kiss. "another one" you request. "come on, we can't keep doing this" he laughs.
"you don't like kissing me?" you pout trying to get to him "no baby, it's never like that, but you're being needy right now... and were in public" jude tells you as you both walk your way into nike.
"no, you just don't like kissing me" you tell him pouting. "now you know that's not true" he finishes as you were both greeted by a hello from a nike clerk.
"hello, would you guys like any help today" the clerk asks. "uhm could you show us the new releases?" jude asks while holding your hand. "yes i can, follow me" the clerk responds.
you pick up jude's hand that was locked to yours and placed millions of kisses onto it. he looks back over to you confused. "are you okay?" he whispers laughing. "yes?" you reply, sneaking in a few laughs into the camera.
"okay, here are the new releases. you can choose from any of these. is there one in particular that you like?" the clerk asked jude. "yeah um... that one right there" jude points. "size?" the clerk asks. "size 12 should be good" he responds. "i'll go ahead and get them for you".
as the clerk went to the back, jude looked over at you. "what" you started laughing. "you're just acting weird i don't know" he confusedly responds.
"no im not" you reply to him. you both stare at each other for a few seconds until the clerk comes back. "here you go. try them out and see if they're okay" the clerk responded. "yeah" jude replies.
you had the idea to do the funniest thing ever. "can i have a kiss" you ask jude infront of the clerk. he laughs to cover up the embarrassment and so does the clerk. jude turns around to where his back was faced to the clerk. "what are you doing?" he says through his teeth, obviously embarrassed.
"what, can i just have a kiss?" you reply laughing. he heads down over to you and gives you a quick kiss. jude then tries on the shoes and tells the clerk they fit well.
after the clerk takes the shoe jude tried on and the other shoes he picked, they all make their way to the register. you look over to your camera sending off smirks. "total is $654.89" the clerk says.
after jude pays for the shoes, the clerk then ask for a picture with jude because he was a fan. right after they taken the pic, both you and jude waved bye to the clerk.
as they were walking out the store, you look over at jude and sneaks in a laugh into the camera. "ok so where to next?" you asks him while holding the camera. "you did that to me infront of the clerk who was a fan?? are you insane" jude spills as you too were in shock of what just happened.
you both are now walking throughout the mall. "do you want me to kiss you before i do anything?" he says sarcastically. "no, but i do want you to tell them where you want to go next" you playfully respond.
"i need to go get the backpa-" jude was cutoff by you asking for a kiss. "babe what is wrong with you?" jude says with a concerning face. he complies anyway by giving you another kiss.
as you both make there way into goyard, you look over at the bags they had. as he looks through their selection, you slide your way into jude's embrace and rests your chin on his chest. you look up at him and gently pull his neck down for a kiss. jude holds you tightly and gives you a nice, passionate kiss followed by many more pecks.
"baby, do we need to go home?" he asks sincerely. "we can come back tomorrow" he tells you. "no no we have to get everything now" you pout. "then why do you keep kissing me baby?" he whines. "becauseee" you drag as you pull him down for more kisses.
"alright we're going home" he says as he drags you out the store. "no wait jude jude stop" you say while laughing. "you can't keep kissing me out here, lets just go home" he tells you.
"no no i was just pranking you its a prank" you laugh. "what you mean?" jude questions. "i kept kissing you. that was the prank" you laugh. "it doesn't matter we're leaving" he says quickly guiding you both out mall.
"whyy?" you whine. "i don't want to shop anymore, and you keep on kissing me so now were going home" he looks over to you. "i was just joking, we can shop normally now" you laugh following him back to the car.
"well i'm not in the mood for shopping right now anyway, and now we have to get home now so i can deal with you" he calmly tells, pulling you close to his side.
"wow guys" you tell the camera, "i tell him i'm pranking and now he wants to go home" you laugh. "you know you want to go home, too" he tells you. "i mean yeah if that means i'm getting fcked but we still need to shop" you responds laughing.
"you were playing around with me and now i'm in the mood for something else. you did this to yourself" he scoffs. you knew that playing pranks like these would get you into these types of trouble. but it was safe to say your prank was a success.
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On Top 《|》 Dark!Coriolanus Snow X Tribute!Reader (CH. 1)
Synopsis: As being picked in the reaping, you get to see the hottest mentor while trying not to crash eye contact with any other tributes!
Tw: Nothing much, prolly sum fluff, hand holding.
A/n: This is a series!!! This will be the very first chapter, so stay tuned!!! 💋
Wc: 965
CH. 1 《|》 CH. 2 《|》 CH. 3 (COMING SOON)
Most people had a heart. Most. Nobody from the Capitol gave a shit about the weak from the 13 districts. Most people don't fight the reason that they were chosen on the reaping, but a big handful of them did.
That handful was you. Jerking your body away from the peacekeepers, trying to stay as far as you could. It was no use, they had an advantage against you. They had you dragged away into the lousy train after you had yelled, "YOU CAN ALL SUCK MY DI-"
It was sure of a way to exit stage left. You fought the tears you had forming on your lash line, sniffling a little as your dress bunched up where your fists were squeezing.
The train rumbled to a halt as peacekeepers yanked people out of the now open doors of the train. You swatted their hands away as you jumped out and reached your arms out to help a younger tribute out.
Once you felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of your head and a raspy voice clearing their throat. You whipped around and noticed a rather tall, blonde looking boy with ocean blue eyes.
"You must be (Y/N)?" He calmly smiled, a rosy tint was noticed in his cheeks
"You look lost, city boy" you remarked rather playfully while looking up at him.
He chuckled at your response. "Most mentors don't see their tributes this early yet I thought it would be a nice thing to do, either way, welcome to the Capitol" his smiled widened a bit.
He moved his hand in front of you, holding a white rose. "Coriolanus. Coriolanus Snow" Coryos' smile turned into a light smirk
"Fancy name, Coryo" you had guessed his nickname making his rosy tint to become more visible
He chuckled again. "I thoug-" you had gotten cut off by a peacekeeper pushing you towards another train, or a cage you could say.
"Hey-" Coryo said out loud. Causing a peacekeeper to send him a 'shut the fuck up' kind of glare, making him shut right up.
He creeped near the cage and noticed that a tribute was attempting to escape but soon was chased by two peacekeepers.
Criolanus took the chance and jumped right into cage along with you and the other 24 tributes. (I'm guessing)
The cage went dead silent as the doors were shut and it moved along while all eyes were glued onto coriolanus.
"This is rather lovely" he broke the silence, eyes scanning the new faces and his eyes landing on you.
A tribute leaped onto coriolanus and had him backed up into the rusty wall, forcing pressure on his lungs.
You didn't really catch anything other than "Let's kill him" you shot up, a little taken back about what the tribute had said.
"He's my mentor-" you tried to explain
The tribute scoffed and backed off of him, giving a cold glare to the both of you.
Coriolanus coughed a bit and fixed up his blonde hair, the cage came to a screeching to a stop. The Two doors had swung open and the cage started to tip over, basically pouring them out like water.
Coriolanus grabbed you by your waist and used his other hand to grab the back of your head, you had a very visible flushed out face.
As you both slid into, what seemed to be a zoo? A zoo for tributes? Either way people in the same outfit as coriolanus were standing on the outside of the bars.
Some gasps were audible but the only thing you were focused on was the way coriolanus was holding you.
☆ ☆ ☆
You were curled up in a ball-like position because of the cold until you heard someone call your name.
Your head perked up at the call of your name, you sat yourself up, rubbing your eyes to fend off the sleepiness.
You had gotten up and slowly creeped in the direction of the person, you were scared, yes. But once you saw that curly blonde hair you eased up.
Now running to his direction.
"Coryo!" You sighed out in relief, trying not to wake up anybody else.
"Lets get you out of here.." he said while looking at you
It looked like you had been crying since you had stains on your cheeks, his soft hands caressed your cheek in an attempt to wipe them away. You leaned into his touch.
Coryo pulled his hand away and pointed to a corner that the light they provided when it was dark barely reached.
It looked like it had a bent bar that hadn't been fixed, it seemed big enough for a person to slip through. If you held your breath.
You slowly crawled over, trying not to make noise. Coriolanus got up and swiftly sprinted to the end that he was talking about.
You tried squishing yourself through both of the bars that had been spread out. You got your top half through but it was to small for your hips to go through.
"Shit..." you grumbled
"Back up" Coryo demanded as you backed out of the bars.
He leaned back on his hands and used his right foot to kick the bar at and angle, it was obviously loud but he made it quick.
Coriolanus had made it wide enough for you to fit through, you made it out with Coryo's help. A few tributes started to wake up.
Thank god it was dark, you and him hurried out while giggling like a bunch of school girls talking about their crush.
It was a stupid teenage thing to do.
It gave you both a feeling, something unknown but it gave you a thrill. Holding his hand while running through the streets of the busy Capitol.
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THANKS, LASS!
SUMMARY: Rugan finally gets to buy you that drink at the Elfsong... and say his proper thanks.
PAIRING: Rugan & Female Reader
WORD COUNT: 3,252
WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), teasing, a little bit of hair pulling if you squint, CONSENT!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, I've never written for this man in my life so if it's bad... just uh... move along, please. Also, thanks to everyone who voted for the poll! I promise I'll do more fun things like this when I'm not so sad and sick. :')
MASTERLIST
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The pain that resides in your lower back is intense. A torturous shift of muscle and bone pushing itself in all the wrong spots. So much so that as you take that first step towards the Elfsong’s upstairs quarters you can’t help but groan at the impact. Remembering how awful it felt to fight off that horde of elementals alongside Lorroakan’s particularly brutal set of spells.
At this rate, the only thing you can feel is the need to rest and drink. Both of which somehow manage to pull your thoughts away from the staircase beneath your feet. Or more specifically how increasingly painful each step becomes.
“You guys still have that gold from earlier, right?” Karlach asks. She’s about two steps in front of you and barely hanging on herself. With her great axe strapped to her back, it’s a wonder she’s still upright considering she probably took the brunt of the fight.
“Yes, why?” Beside her, Shadowheart looks over skeptically. Even though she already knows why the tiefling’s asking.
“I ran out.”
“Of course, you’d conveniently run out of money the second we make it to the most expensive tavern in town.” Leaning against the railing of the staircase, Astarion uses one hand to steady himself and the other to flippantly wave her off. All while rolling his eyes before shooting you an unimpressed look. “I swear, all this woman does is mooch.”
“Says the bloodsucking vampire!” Karlach retorts, prompting Astarion to scoff.
“You know, comparing an eternal curse to a lack of financial responsibility is rather poor taste, Karlach.”
“Yeah, well—“
You’re already turning back towards the bottom of the staircase before you can listen further, grumbling under your breath. Moving your aching hands to your face to scrub them down in annoyance as you make a beeline for the bar.
All day they’d been at each other’s throats. Bickering about the littlest things as a result of too much pressure. Even before arriving within the city limits, you could feel the tension of everyone’s problems reaching their climax. And now it was well past the point of boiling over.
“What can I—“
“Whatever’s strongest, please.”
Awkwardly, you shift onto one of the barstools, cringing at the pain that radiates through your spine. Trying your best to ignore the exhaustion that settles once you inevitably trade your drink for a few pieces of gold.
“Rough day, I assume.”
You give the barkeep an annoyed nod, leaning forward to readjust your position. Attempting to alleviate the discomfort by putting more weight onto your elbows as you begin to anxiously sip. The drink overall isn’t bad for what it’s worth. A bit fiery as it slips through your lips and down your throat but still tolerable. Better than most of the shit you’ve ransacked on the road which leaves you somewhat thankful.
“You an adventurer?”
As you take another drink, pausing mid-sip to narrow your eyes at the barkeep you can’t help but wonder how he hasn’t gotten the hint. You’re not here to talk —you’re here to drink. To drown in the silence of your thoughts until you inevitably have to come back up for air and wander helplessly upstairs to bed. To wallow in your own pity as you try and decide whose problems you’ll have to face next in favour of avoiding your own.
Opening your mouth to respond, you’re quickly interrupted by a familiar voice. One that’s low and Northern —a jumble of words you don’t quite catch on account of the speed at which he scolds the barkeep causing him to scoff.
“He bothering you?”
Glancing to your left, you’re met with Rugan’s familiar eyes. All tired and blue, looking at you with an odd amount of smugness that has you holding back a smirk as you shake your head. “Not anymore.”
“Good. Ol’ Darvin’s always been a bit shit at social cues, haven’t you Darv?” As he speaks, his volume rises, catching the attention of the barkeep once again who flips him off.
“Oh, piss off, Zhent.”
All he does is laugh. Lending you a moment to take another much-needed sip feeling your stomach flip.
“I see you made it back in one piece.”
“Mostly.”
“Rough trip?”
You snort in response, knowing just how unaware he is of how truly rough it’s been. “You could say that.”
“Hopefully no more gnolls?”
“Only a few.” You shrug, watching him nod his head. Noticing the way he pauses his response to take your appearance in full, his eyes darting from the faded bloodstains coating the roots of your hair to the dishevelled way your armour sits on your frame, already begging to be discarded.
“When did you make it back?”
“A few nights ago.”
“And you’ve just now decided to take up my offer for a drink? Tsk, I’m offended,” he teases, his lips pulling down into a mock frown that has you biting your tongue and shaking your head, trying to appear aloof.
Because if you're being honest, at this moment you’re feeling anything but. Thanks to the way he continues to stare —practically drinking you in like a man devoid of hydration— it feels as though you’ll cave at any second. Something you know you can’t do because there’s work to be done.
“My sincerest apologies,” you reply dramatically, pausing to take the last few sips of your drink before sighing in relief. “Yesterday I was a bit tied up fighting a cloister of angry Sharran’s and today we had to murder a power-hungry wizard. So, the offer sort of slipped my mind if I’m being honest.”
Unsurprisingly, that piques his interest, prompting his brows to raise and his frame to sort of shift a bit closer. “Seems a bit excessive, don’t you think?”
“How do you mean?”
“Aren’t you meant to relax now that you’re back in the city?”
This time you laugh, throwing your head back —watching as he scrunches up his face in confusion until you eventually settle back down, wiping a stray tear from your eye.
An act you half expect him to question considering how absurd it looks suddenly erupting into madness. How despite always acting like you know exactly what you’re doing you’ve just shown him otherwise. Granting him what little access you’re willing to release in order to pull him in.
Which sounds ridiculous when you take into account you barely know the man. Having spoken to him on only two occasions, he really shouldn’t be trusted. Not at least until he’s proven himself an ally like others have. Instead, he should be placed at arm’s length like every other soul you’ve managed to save along the way. Looked at with fondness and curiosity but not faith. Never faith.
“Got yourself into some deep shite, have you?”
The way he smiles after he speaks leaves you questioning everything. The way your body shifts in response —the way your lungs give out and your legs move. The way everything feels warm and taut, forcing your mind to travel to places you know they shouldn’t.
“Course.”
“Bit of a troublemaker?”
In response, you shrug your shoulders and grin, unsure how to respond because, truthfully, you’re not. At least, not really. Sure, trouble always seems to find you as of late but obviously you don’t want it. Instead, what you want is peace. A night of no consequence or agenda. A night of song and dance and drink. A night of something other than what you’ve been constantly offered time and time again over these last few weeks.
Which is why you don’t protest when Rugan merely changes the subject, offering to buy you another drink. Or why you fail to stop after the second or the third —pausing around the fourth to debate going to bed before eventually relenting once more, smiling at the way he pokes fun at your lack of tolerance.
“Figured a fierce warrior like you’d be able to handle their drink.”
By that point, your mind is exclusively swimming around him. Thinking of all the ways you could further enjoy his company after this is over. Maybe you could ask him out for another drink. Or tag along with whatever trouble he’ll most likely get himself into again.
“Give me a break, Zhent,” you chastise, swirling the glass that now sits idly in your hand. Trying your best to tear your gaze from his, knowing that you’re drowning. Slipping further and further into those pretty fucking eyes that look and stare and absorb every single little thing you do. Every new glance making you unnecessarily nervous —a bundle of skittish thoughts and movements erupting over time, forcing your guard to quickly lower. Causing the once-severed connection between your mind and mouth to mend itself in the form of drunken rambles that have him practically on the edge of his seat.
“You know, I kept thinking I’d miss you when we arrived,” you tell him, glancing over your shoulder to hide the stupid grin that sits across your face at just the thought.
“You don’t say.” He grins back.
“Mhm. I kept having to tell myself not to get my hopes up.”
“Didn’t realize you viewed me so highly.”
“I don’t,” you immediately lie, despite knowing he’s already caught you. Thanks to his patience, charm, and heavy pockets he’s managed to earn at least one admittance of vulnerability, and knowing him that’s all he needs.
“You know, you’re a terrible liar,” he muses, and although you want to fight him on it, you don’t. Knowing that the conversation would just lead to another ill-performed lie tumbling from your already loosened lips.
“And you’re too smug.”
“Well, that’s because I have to be.”
You raise your brow. “Why?”
“Because pride gets you places. Shame doesn’t.”
Suddenly, you’re scrunching up your face and leaning forward, placing your glass on the counter between you —moving towards the edge of your chair so that you can explore his features the same way he did earlier.
Somehow it hardly phases him. Instead of making him sweat as it had previously done to you, you can sense that pride he’s talking about. All the underlying confidence that peaks through his pores, settling between the lines of age that reside around his mouth and eyes. It practically radiates off of him. Blinding you for a good few moments before it slowly fades behind the backdrop of something new. Something far more vulnerable, showcasing itself in the subtle way his eyes dart down towards the hand that’s suddenly found itself around his knee.
“You know, it’s okay to be vulnerable sometimes,” you say, speaking to both him and yourself. Attempting to boost whatever confidence the two of you once had during the flirtatious parts of your conversation. “In certain circumstances, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
Looking away, you then press your lips together and go to move your hand, feeling his quickly slip over top and how it pulls you back in again.
“This your way of granting me permission to be vulnerable, then?”
All you do is shrug, glancing down to see his fingers maneuvering your hand into his. Each digit lacing between the empty spaces of your own so that he can raise it and place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. An act that leaves you utterly breathless as he snorts and says something else. Something you don’t quite catch due to the fact that you’re already six feet below the surface, desperately trying to come up for air so that you can focus on the sound his mouth makes rather than what it might feel like against your skin. Or how it might taste after a long bout of—
“Oi, you listening?”
“Sorry?”
All he does is scoff as he kisses your hand again, watching your mouth open and close like a fish out of water. Taking you in with each struggling breath until he can feel your sense of stability returning.
“I said I’d really like to take you upstairs and fuck you, if that’s alright.”
At that moment, you’re completely speechless. A silent mess of twisting expressions too scared to respond with anything remotely charming.
As if you’ve been reduced to nothing but a follower worshipping their holy God, eventually all you do is nod and allow your body to be led up the stairs. Patiently waiting for the moment you step over that final threshold of privacy. All while internally wondering if what you’re doing is the right thing because there’s still so much work to be done. Not to mention the fact that everyone’s relying on you to—
“Aye, they can handle themselves for the night, yeah?”
Practically reading your mind, it’s as if you’re already one. A pair of bodies so tightly wound that by the time you’ve stepped into the room, he’s already working towards that goal.
Kicking the door closed, he presses into you almost instantly, moving his hands around your frame; lingering on the plushest parts as he inevitably slots his mouth against yours. Barely giving you a chance to think let alone breathe as he leads you to the bed. All while your hands wildly follow his in tandem, wrapping themselves around his shoulders —feeling them tense with excitement as the edges of your arms roughly knock against them on your way to hold his face.
Caressing his sturdy cheeks as he sits on the mattress’s edge, you then feel him pull you onto his lap, prompting you to smile against him. Feeling the way he gently bites back through the hazy taste of heated ale and desperation. Suppressing the urge to moan at the impact of his teeth taking hold of the skin before pulling back.
“You’re breathing a bit heavy there, sweetheart. Everything alright?”
You’re tempted to smack him but instead, you resort to merely tucking a hand behind his head to pull at his hair, watching his jaw shift. Feeling the tone of the room change almost as quickly as he grabs your chin.
“Careful there. Wouldn’t want to hurt that pretty little face of yours any further.”
For a moment his fingers feel tight against your face, pressing your lips into a pout until he eventually allows the softer side of his movements to return. Then you’re lost to the waves all over again, feeling him guide you to a standing position beside the bed. Watching intently as he follows behind, moving his fingers to the clasps of your armour.
“Bit overdressed it seems,” he jokes, instantly making quick work of all the fastenings and ties. Starting with your chest plate before making his way down to the belt of your trousers, painfully lingering on the latter.
“I see that pride of yours is still intact,” you say, moving in to kiss his lips. Realizing just how truly soft they are in comparison to the rest of him. How unlike the arrogance and greed that resides in his voice and hands respectively, there’s a hidden tenderness there. An Achilles’ heel that you’re more than happy to nurture rather than exploit.
Which is something you’re certain he notices based on the way everything changes after that. How, instead of things progressing solely for the purpose of shared satisfaction, they move with care. With newfound attentiveness in the form of slow, curious hands that coast the edges of your torso.
“You know, I never properly thanked you for saving us that day.”
Narrowing your eyes, you can’t help but smile at the sensation of his breath suddenly wafting against your neck. Or how his palms feel dragging down the fabric of your tunic only to tuck themselves against the bareness of your skin, resting just above your hips.
“Didn’t you?”
Far gentler than you anticipate, his mouth sucks the skin of your neck. His teeth applying a bit of pressure before his tongue darts out to soothe the small affliction. “Not in the way that I wanted to,” he tells you after, kissing that same spot before moving lower and repeating the process. All while digging his fingers into your hips. “Not in the way you deserve.”
There’s a moment when you go to ask him what he means. Not because you’re unaware but because you need to hear him say it. To listen to him admit that what he’s doing is nothing more than an act of gratitude so that after this is said and done you won’t be distracted anymore.
But then he proceeds to lower himself to the ground, floorboards creaking under the weight of his knees. Thumbs carefully brushing across the edges of your stomach before moving back to your belt. Looking up at you, his eyes are larger and more desperate than you’ve ever seen them before and it’s as if you're back on the shore, wondering whether or not it’s okay to dive back in.
“Can I?”
“Yes.”
It comes out like a whisper. As your lungs fail to provide the air you need to breathe, you’re left stranded. Wafting through the waves of his hands peeling away the fabric of your dirtied clothes, the only thing that’s there to stabilize you is him. His hungry mouth and broad shoulders —his calloused hands ghosting the backs of your calves as he tentatively kisses the inside of your thighs. And in order to stop the tremors he inflicts from toppling you over, you have to reach down to grab his hair.
Wrapping your fingers gently around the knot that sits on top of his head, you hear him hum in response almost instantly. The vibrations of his voice brushing against the edge of your cunt. Every subtle movement of his hands and mouth forcing your body to shift uncomfortably, trying your best to alleviate the pressure.
An alleviation that doesn’t come easy. Thanks to the teasing of his lips eventually wrapping around your clit but failing to do much else. Knowing that good things like this take time.
(And that a little bit of teasing never hurt anyone).
“Rugan, can you— oh fuck—“
His tongue circles the exact spot you need it to. Moving languidly around before darting elsewhere and repeating the process, you can feel your insides tightening. The imaginary band within you being pulled taught as he moves his fingers up to brush your folds. Every motion working together to force a moan from your lips. The kind that makes him grin against you, forcing his fingers inside just as shifts to suck your clit again.
Immediately, it’s all too much. An overload of sensitivities taking over your mind. Suddenly, you feel your hips blindly rut against his mouth while you tug at his hair. Forcing him to work that much harder. Making it hard for either of you to breathe because he refuses to stop.
Even when you can feel him desperately panting against you, he refuses to stop. Running his tongue across every exposed area —embedding the feeling of its efforts throughout every nerve— it doesn’t take long for you to come undone.
In fact, it’s hardly a minute after you’ve egged him on that he’s pushed you over the edge, remaining completely consistent in his efforts to please you. To show his appreciation in the form of a suckling mouth that continues through the endless waves of pleasure. To graciously thank you over and over until you’re later left limp against his chest after the fourth or fifth round (you’ve lost count) breathing so hard he can’t help but feel smug about it.
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E- Edging.
Gaz isn't one to tease, especially on Valentine's day.
L.O.V.E. Masterlist
warnings: afab!fem!reader, edging, teasing, toy (vibrator), spanking, degrading praise? is that a thing?
You really wished you hadn't tried teasing Kyle. You knew how relentless he was when you did, and you knew better, but you decided to tease him anyway.
As a result, you were now bent over the side of his couch with your hands tied together at the wrists. Your skirt was flipped up, panties nowhere in sight, and your body was hot with both arousal and humiliation, but you were too ashamed to say anything. You could already feel yourself becoming wet and the cool air tickled your pussy as you squirmed. Your nipples had become hard as soon as you had been pushed over the couch. You knew Kyle could see everything.
You heard him step forward and kneel down behind you. A hand rested on your ass and squeezed softly before slapping it lightly. The sound echoed through the room and you bit your lip in response. Kyle repeated the action a couple more times before pulling his hand back and rubbing your ass. It was sore, but it was nothing compared to what you knew was about to happen.
"All because you decided not to wear underwear," he tisked.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, voice quivering.
"I don't think you are," he says. Kyle spanked you, much harder this time, and you cried out. He pulled his hand back and slapped your ass again, harder than before.
"On Valentine's day, too. At probably the most popular restaurant in the city," he mumbled, following it up with another smack to your ass. "What were you trying to do, embarrass me? Get us thrown out?"
He continued spanking you and the pain became overwhelming, tears forming in your eyes as you whimpered and moaned, squirming around, your wrists struggling against the fabric holding them.
"Stay right there." He ordered, and you froze. The sound of his footsteps became softer, indicating that he was walking away from you. You were unsure if you should stay as you were, or attempt to move. Your arms were beginning to feel the strain of your weight, but you remained in position.
Your mind was racing. Kyle came back with a small box, and your heart raced even faster. You were unsure whether you should be excited or scared, and the thought of both only added to your excitement. You watched as he opened the box and pulled out a bullet vibrator.
"Don't move," he said, and then you felt the vibrations on your clit.
"Ah!" you gasped as the powerful sensations hit your pussy. You struggled to keep still, and you bit your lip to suppress your moans. Kyle pressed the toy directly against your clit, and you whimpered.
"How badly do you want to cum?" he asked, his voice low. You whimpered in response. You knew he wouldn't let you cum until you begged for it.
"Please..." you pleaded, and he took the vibrator away. You almost cried out in disappointment, and then the vibrations returned. You gasped.
"Please what?" Kyle asked.
"Please, I want to cum." you responded. You could barely hold still as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure through your body.
"That's not good enough," he replied, taking the vibrator away again. This time you couldn't hold back a frustrated whine.
"Please let me cum," you said. "I need it."
"What are you?" Kyle asked. You were confused by his question, but then the vibrations returned and you moaned.
"A slut," you said between gasps. "Your slut."
"Good girl," He said and turned up the power on the vibrator. You moaned loudly, unable to hold back. You were so close, and the increased stimulation brought you right to the edge. You could feel your orgasm building inside of you, and you were sure you would finally be able to cum. But the vibrations suddenly stopped and you moaned in frustration.
"Please," you begged, squirming. "Please, please, please."
"Beg more," Kyle said. "I want to hear you beg."
"Please," you said. "Please, please, I'm so close. Please, let me cum."
"No," Kyle said, and you felt the vibrations return. You cried out in pleasure, and then the vibrations went away again. You could barely stand it, and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes.
"Please," you said. "Please, just one more time. I'll do anything."
"Anything?" Kyle asked, and you nodded.
"Yes, anything," you promised.
"Beg some more," Kyle said, and the vibrations returned. This time, he held them on you, and you began to beg without being told.
"Please, please, please," you repeated. "Please, please, oh god, yes, please. Please, I'll do anything, please, let me cum, I'll be good, please, please, I need it, please."
Kyle held the vibrator to your clit and you finally came, moaning and gasping as your orgasm overtook you. You were dimly aware of the vibrations stopping and of the toy being removed, but you were too busy enjoying the afterglow of your orgasm to notice.
You were still breathing heavily when Kyle untied your wrists. Your arms were stiff from being in the same position, and they ached slightly as you lowered them to your sides. You were still leaning against the couch, and Kyle's hands ran down your back.
"I'm not done with you yet," he murmured as he slid a finger inside you. You gasped, and Kyle slowly slid his finger in and out of you. You moaned as he added another finger, and you pushed back against him. He started moving his fingers faster, and you moaned.
"More, please," you gasped, and he slid a third finger inside you. You moaned louder, and Kyle continued fucking you with his fingers. You were already getting close, and your moans became louder as you approached your second orgasm.
"Kyle, please, I'm going to cum," you gasped. He withdrew his fingers, and you moaned in disappointment.
"Turn over," Kyle said, and you turned so that you were lying on the couch. Kyle was kneeling beside you, and you could see the obvious bulge in his pants. You reached out and began stroking him through his jeans, and Kyle let out a groan.
"You're a minx," he groans as he grabs your wrists. He pins your hands above your head and kisses you roughly. His tongue explored your mouth, and you moaned into the kiss. You tried to pull your hands free, but Kyle held them firmly. He pulled back and smirked down at you.
"I'm not letting you go that easily," he says and releases your wrists. Kyle moved between your legs and undid his pants, pulling them down and letting his cock spring free.
"Please," you whispered.
"Please what?" he asked, rubbing his cock against your wet pussy.
"Please, fuck me," you said, and Kyle obliged, thrusting into you. You moaned as he began fucking you. Kyle's hands slid under your shirt, and his fingers found your nipples. He pinched them and you moaned louder.
"You're such a slut," he groaned, thrusting into you harder. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer.
"Your slut," you replied.
"Good girl," Kyle said, thrusting into you. Your moans became louder as you both neared your climax. Kyle's thrusts became faster, and his grip on your breasts tightened. You could feel yourself reaching the edge, and Kyle's thrusts became erratic. He buried his face in your neck as he came inside you. You cried out as your second orgasm washed over you.
You both stayed like that for a few moments, catching your breath. Kyle eventually pulled out of you and you winced slightly at the sudden emptiness.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," you responded.
"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" he asked sincerely.
"No," you assured him. "But my ass is a little sore."
"Sorry, I'll kiss it better if you need me to," he replied, making you both giggle. "C'mon," he says with a tap to your hip, "let's get you cleaned up."
You allowed Kyle to help you off the couch and into the bathroom. He helped you clean up and afterward and the two of you ended up cuddling in bed.
"Happy Valentine's Day, love," he murmured, kissing your cheek.
"Happy Valentine's Day," you respond, smiling.
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I have to be dreaming (Chapter 2)
series masterlist~~AO3~~regular masterlist
I forgot to mention this, but there will be more yanderes than just the strawhats.
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A few hours past after the whole debacle with the Masira pirates and by that time things had calmed down. Treasure was spread across the floor, Luffy playfully prancing around in full armor.
"All you brought back was junk." Nami yelled, "None of this can tell us how to get up to the sky!"
"We couldn't find anything but that map!" Zoro says, shrugging towards Nami. Sanji nodded, the smoke from the cigarette floating around him.
"Somebody beat us to the ship." He said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing some smoke. "Either that, or the people on that ship had slaughtered each other."
Nami crosses her brows, pointing at the two men, "Then we're going to need more information." She says.
"At least we found a map." You said looking towards Luffy, him clattering around while swinging a broken sword. Nami follows your gaze, sagging her shoulders at the sight.
"What's that Luffy?"
"Armor." He responds, before it shatters, him falling to the ground. "Hey it broke!" He yells, Usopp and Chopper running towards him, trying to gather all the pieces. You sigh, trying to block out all the sounds around you.
"You seem to be having a hard time, and it's not going to get any easier." You hear Robin speak to Nami, before slowly covering your ears. It was all too much, every word causing your head to ache. You wanted to fall asleep, and never wake up.
"Okay! Jaya! Full speed ahead!" You hear Luffy yell, and you sigh. You move to sit next to Nami, her giving you a sympathetic look while rubbing your back.
"Hold on! If we go straight to Jaya, won't the log reset itself? Then we won't be able to go to the sky island." Usopp mentions, Luffy immediately freaking out.
"Then we're not going to Jaya!" You roll your eyes at him while Nami tilts his head at him.
"You wanted to go to Jaya, didn't you." Luffy nods.
"Yeah, but I want to go to the sky island too." He pouts.
Nami puts her arms on her hips, "Well that's your fault. You have to think ahead Luffy. You know how the log pose works."
Luffy puts some food in his mouth, thinking, while you relax further into your position, attempting to quiet the world. "All right listen! I'm the captain so I'm gonna choose our destination. I wanna go to the sky island!"
"How do we get there, Luffy." You speak up, him looking towards you and your relaxed position. Your eyes were closed, and you sounded nearly half asleep. He swallows some food, dawning a smile you couldn't see.
"Well, the best thing is to ask someone, let's ask somebody on Jaya." Usopp says.
"The log pose won't reset immediately, why not go to Jaya and leave before the log pose can lock onto another magnetic field." Robin suggests. Chopper, Luffy, and Usopp all nod while munching on food, Nami agreeing.
Luffy jumps, excited, "All right, to Jaya!"
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You felt someone talk a harsh plop next to you, opening an eye to look, it appears to be Zoro. He looked bored, all of you still waiting to get to Jaya. That paired with the nice summer sun made it a perfect time for napping.
For a while it was quiet, the only other sounds being seagulls and the murmurs of others. "Y'know, I never thanked you for saving me." You whisper lightly to him. "I don't know what I would be doing if it weren't for you..."
Zoro doesn't respond, simply nodding to you, his eye closed and his posture relaxed. You're okay without any words, happy with the simple statement, closing your eyes before taking a deep exhale.
Zoro smiles lightly.
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"Hey!!" You startled awake, rubbing your eyes as you move towards the front of the ship. As your eyes adjust, you're able to see an island, a city right in front of you.
"Wow! look at that city!" Luffy bellows, sitting on the head of Merry, his special spot. Usopp stares wide eyed, Chopper as well.
"It looks like a resort!" He says, his eyes filled with wonder.
"You're right. I wouldn't mind spending a little time in a place like that." Nami replies.
As you moved closer to the port, the town came into fuller view. You could see many pirate ships docked, causing you to grow puzzled. "Why are there pirate ships docked here?" Luffy looks your direction shrugging his shoulders before the ship docks.
"This seems like a fun place." Zoro says smirking. You groan, hugging you midsection. You attempted to hide yourself by slouching, making yourself smaller, only for Luffy to extend his arm and pull you towards him.
"Don't lag behind, we don't wanna lose you." He says to you, giggling. You still haven't really got used to Devil Fruit powers, Luffy's being the strangest thing ever. It didn't take long for Nami to catch up to you, her bounding towards you and Luffy.
"Luffy, you need to promise not to cause trouble!" Nami speaks as Luffy waves her away.
"Yeah, yeah, I promise." He insists, dragging you every which direction, his hold becoming gentler at the sound of your grunts.
"Say it like you mean it. If you cause trouble, then we'll never find a way up to the sky!" He lets out a small yeah, eyeing a man on a horse. He was panting, blood dribbling from his mouth. His house stopped before the man slid off, falling on the ground.
The people around him whispered, "Hey...could you help me up?" He groans, looking towards Luffy and Zoro." Zoro groans, before helping the man up onto the horse, him groaning in light pain.
"I don't have any money to give you." He takes out a basket of apples, his hands quivering a bit from the supposed pain. "Please take one." Zoro's eyes squint in suspicion.
"No thanks." Zoro tries to walk away before Luffy is shoveling an apple in his mouth, Zoro and Nami yelling at him before a boom reverberates across the walkway. Your body is blocked by Zoro's, him unsheathing one of his swords.
"Hey, what's the big deal?!" Zoro yells, eyeing the con man, who way laying on the back of his horse. He smirks down at all of you, coughing weakly.
"He'll be all right." He said, Nami halting from coking out Luffy, looking and the man. "If it had been a bad one, you'd have died instantly." Luffy looks over at him as well, face hard. "You're...a lucky boy."
The man trotted away on his horse, leave you alone. You sigh in relief, returning to walking down the street, everyone around you unconcerned with the explosion. Nami takes a while to calm down, growing frustrated with the blasé nature of the town. "What kind of place is this."
"Calm down, Nami." Luffy looks back at her, eyeing you at the tail end of the group. He pulls you back towards himself, stumbling back near him. "Things like that happen."
She grumbles, "Well, they shouldn't! This is insane! I'm not sure we'll ever find out what we want to know in this madhouse!" Luffy remains nonchalant, casually walking down the street while ignoring Nami's ramblings.
Eventually, you land in a surprisingly peaceful part of town. "It's beautiful." Nami points out, the palm trees adding a nice shade to this otherwise hot island. There were resort houses, all connected by a pier the swived from house to house.
"Wait, you can't just walk in here." A strange man, probably the resort owner, says, fidgeting nervously as you observe him. "The tropical hotel is currently being rented out by the Bellamy Party."
"This is a hotel?" You mumble, the man continuing to fidget, repeatedly asking you to leave.
"We can't take a look around." Luffy asks, "and who is this Bellamy guy?"
"Who are you." A man stalks towards you, a woman around his arm. The resort owner instantly becomes nervous, bowing towards the man.
"M-Mr. Sarquiss, welcome back..." He strides over, standing right in front of Luffy, and you take this time to back away from him, towards Zoro.
"Get lost." He speaks lowly.
Luffy snarls, looking back at Nami, "Can I beat this guy up?" Your eyes widen and your poster stiffens in fear.
"Absolutely not!!" She declares.
"Hah, what a joke." Sarquiss says, "You, beat me up?" He lets out a hardy laugh, throwing coins and bills onto the floor. "Here, go buy yourself some decent clothes." The coins roll on the ground a bit before falling completely near your feet.
You past them quickly, pushing past the man in slight anger. Nami follows right after, pulling Luffy along with him. Sarquiss watches with an emotionless face, "Heh, how lame." He drones, walking into the resort.
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You stare into your cup dead faced, your face as stark contrast to the load, bustling tavern around you. Every few moments, you glanced at your side, Luffy fighting with some drunkard about his bounty. You didn't have the energy to really care about it though. You can faintly hear Zoro yell at him, trying to hold him back.
"Take it easy, there's no fighting in here." Says the bar owner to Luffy and the other, coerced. Suddenly, there's a creaking sound, then a slamming. Everyone in the bar quiets, turning toward the entrance.
"Anybody seen a pirate in a strawhat around here?" The voice was low, growling even. You turn around, spotting a nearly deranged looking man. His eyes were blown wide, a smirk stretching across his face and his arm crossed.
"Look like he has business with you, Luffy." Zoro sips on a beer, uncaring, while Nami bites her lip.
Luffy turns all the way around, propping his elbows on the table. "What?" Mutters travel through the bar, all about Luffy's 30 million berries bounty, and what Bellamy was going to do to him. You shifted in your seat quietly, afraid.
"Get this kid whatever he wants." The bartender nods, more and more people shuffling into the bar. It didn't take a genius to tell they were the people from the resort, Sarquiss leading the posse. The push through the bar, kicking people out their seats without a care. Sarquiss gives a harsh glare at anyone who looks at him, twirling his knives.
A beer is placed down on the table, Luffy taking it with a smile, drinking it in one big gulp.
"Bellamy and his whims..." You hear a girl say. Sarquiss chuckles, a sound that makes you shake in your seat.
Before you can even comprehend what he was saying you were being pushed back from the bar by Zoro, landing on the floor, staring up at the other three.
"Luffy!!"
His head is pushed roughly into the bar by Bellamy, splitting in two, the wood cracks under the pressure. You can barely breath as laughs fill the room. You can't tell where they come from, your eyes focused on Luffy.
Zoro lunges at him, nearly slicing him with his swords before Bellamy quickly leaps aside. "What's your problem, low life?" He questions, as Zoro stares at him from the opposite end of the sword.
"You're the one with the problem." He responds, Nami rushing to calm him down as she helps you up. "Wait, Zoro! We haven't learned what we need to yet!" Zoro, irritated, keeps his gaze locked on Bellamy.
"I don't care! He's the one looking for a fight!" Luffy slowly stands up, the crowd around him laughing in disbelief. You shake in Nami's hold, trying to calm your breathing and ignore the manic laughter.
Luffy wipes his nose, "All right, I hope you're ready." Bellamy doesn't retaliate, instead, his face grows maniacal, his laughing high-pitched mixing with the laughs of his crewmates.
"This isn't a fight, it's just a test. Come at me! Show me what you've got!" He edges Luffy on, but before anything could happen, you turn towards the bartender.
"We want to go to the sky island! Can you tell us anything at all!" The room goes cold, the silence somehow eerier than the laughter. The people in the room look astounded, their eyes wide and mouth agape. The only noise you can hear is the whispering of the people near the back of the room, asking if you were kidding and if you were stupid. You take a deep breath as the room suddenly breaks back into laughter.
"Did you say...sky island!?" A very drunk man asks, laughing in your face before you could answer, Nami quickly coming to your defense.
"Our log pose is pointing straight up at the sky!!" She points and again there is a brief second of pause, before being broken by laughter.
"Log poses break so easily." Some other says, and Nami holds her breath as people around the room laugh and mock her, including Bellamy, who is now relaxing on a stool.
"Where'd you hicks come from anyway." He eyes you, laughing at your startled expression. "You believe in that ancient legend? What rock did you craw out from under?" You look away, embarrassed.
"New currents are being discovered on the grand line all the time, like the 'knock up stream.' Ships that fall victim to it are hurled upwards and come crashing back down to the sea."
"Long ago, ignorant seafarers saw them falling out of the sky and thought there must be an island up there." He went on to explain. ""Surely there must be another world up there in the sky!"" He mocked.
"In time the truth behind such myths became clear." He looks back at you. "What a disappointment, and I was going to see if you had what it takes to join my crew in this new age of pirates, but you're too gullible." Luffy moves to block you as your jaw hardens, anger seeping through your bones.
"You're fools who are blinded by a fantasy of treasures and can't see the riches lying right at their feet." You couldn't see Bellamy's face, but you could guess his overwhelming visage by his voice, loud and overpowering. "In this age, some of the most able seafarers get themselves killed chasing such foolishness."
""They were lucky to die chasing their dream" they say!" He laughs, snorting at the end. "I say they're all idiots!"
"When I see fools wasting their time on dreams, I go berserk!" You pushed away yet again by Luffy as a bottle is smashed on his head. This time though, you land in the arms of Zoro, who keeps you in place as Nami screams.
"It's weaklings like you that give pirates a bad name!" Bellamy yells as Luffy lays on the floor. He looks unfaced, but you couldn't really tell from you position.
"Hey Bellamy!" Sarquiss speaks up. "Looks like everybody's waiting for the show to start." He grins, and as the party around him rages on, Luffy sits up, his strawhat on the floor.
"Luffy! Zoro, forget your promise! Defend yourself!" Nami begs.
"Do not fight them!" Luffy directs to Zoro. He obeys, leaning towards your ear.
"Stay with Nami. Listen to Luffy." He gives you a small push, and you quickly listen and stand near Nami.
"Heh-Your friends are smart, they know they're out classed." Sarquiss side eyes the boys. "The Navy's getting pretty generous these days, handing out 30 million berries for a wimp like this." He chuckles to himself.
Luffy and Zoro take hit after hit, bottles and food being thrown at them like they're in a zoo. You flinch anytime you hear something breaks, afraid to look at them all covered in blood. But in truth, your weakness made you sick to your stomach, you didn't know what to do and you didn't have the strength to speak up like Nami. You hated this feeling, especially as you cower behind Nami unable to act.
"Pacifism sounds like an excuse for cowardice to me." Bellamy takes a big swig of beer, wiping his lower lip as he eyes Luffy. "Not only are they weak, they got no pride. They don't have the heart to fight, and yet their heads are full of dreams." Bellamy stands, striding pass the two towards the door.
"Forget it." He looks down at Luffy, not sparing you or Nami a glance. "It said he's worth 30 million, so I wanted to see what he could do, but he's a total disappointment. How can a can a coward like this call himself a pirate?" We walk right up to him, spitting right in their faces. They both recoil but react little.
"They make me sick." Bellamy knees Zoro in the face.
Another man grabs the back of Luffy's head, throwing it into the wall, reverberating throughout the room with a harsh crack. You and Nami rush towards them, Bellamy's laughs echoing in your head.
"Pack up your stupid friends and get out while you still can." Nami snarls at him, taking the back of both Zoro's and Luffy's shirt's and dragging them out of the bar, you in toe.
'The sky island does exist' you think, just to spite that asshole.
"Your friends won that fight, why are you so upset?" You turn, seeing the guy Luffy was arguing with earlier. He's sitting right outside the bar, eating pie. "You got guts!" He says as the two stand back up, bloody and bruised.
"You seem to be in a hurry, so I won't keep you." He takes a swig from a bottle near him. "I hope you make it to the sky island." He says, walking away.
You're left frozen look back at the man as he stumbles down the street. His demeanor was so different than earlier, what changed? "Hey, maybe that guy knows how to get to Skypiea?" Nami suggest, watching as Luffy walks away.
"It's not just one guy." Luffy says as he wipes some blood from his nose, using his other hand to grab you and break you out of your stupor.
"Hey! What do you mean?"
---
"Luffy, Zoro! Are you guy's all right?!" Usopp yelled as you got back to the Merry.
"Huh-your wounded, what happened?!" Chopper screamed, pushing them onto the boat quicker.
"Did you fight a giant monster?" Usopp wondered aloud. Luffy shook his head, smiling like nothing was wrong.
"Nah, a pirate. But it's over." He shrugs, while Nami glares from a corner.
"It may be over for you, but not for me." She jumps up, pointing a finger towards him. "How can you call yourself pirates!! Pirates don't shrink from a fight!!"
Zoro side eyes her. "You're the one who made us promise not to fight."
"Why is she so mad, you two are the ones who got beaten up, not her." Usopp says, Luffy shaking his head.
Chopper glances towards you as he ignores Nami's yelling. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" You were sitting alone by the railing, watching the waves though the beams. You look back, nodding quickly while giving an awkward smile.
"Totally, I'm just not used to all this pirate stuff, y'know?" You rub the back of your neck.
Luffy tilts his head. "Do pirates not exists where you come from."
You laugh, "I think I'd be less shocked if they did." You go back to watching the waves, still feeling Luffy's gaze on the back of your head.
Chopper, semi-satisfied with your answer, changes the subject. "So, did you find anything about Skypiea?"
Nami's face darkened, "Skypiea, who cares about it, everyone started laughing at the mere mention of it." She pouted, red mad when Usopp and Luffy start laughing at her.
Robin, whose now on the ship, hands over a map to Luffy, "I went shopping for clothes and information about Skypiea."
"It's just an ordinary map of the island though?" Usopp says.
"The town on the left is Mock town, where we are now. And the x on the opposite coast marks were Jaya's biggest weirdo lives. His name is Mont Blanc Cricket." She smiles.
"It seems like you have something in common, he was chased out of town for talking about dreams."
---
On your way to this Cricket persons home, you were stopped by yet another monkey man, and it this point you were fed up.
"We've come across a weirdo, but I don't think he's the one we're looking for." Luffy says to Usopp as he cowers behind Sanji.
"Hey! You there! This is no time for small talk!!" He yells from his ship.
"Could you move, we're trying to go somewhere." Luffy yells, and you facepalm.
"You idiot! The sea here is my territory! If you want to pass, you have to pay the toll!" Monkey man screams, you've heard this before, and you couldn't care less.
"Is he like that Masira guy?" Usopp asks, Monkey man becoming intrigued at the mention of the man.
"What? Masira? What about Masira?" He asks.
"Him? We kicked his butt?" That's right, you were so distracted that you somehow missed Luffy literally kicking Masira off the ship. Hopefully he's fine.
Monkey man gasps, glaring at you all. "How dare you do that to my brother!" In an instant, Monkey man was sending shock waves your way, screaming into a big microphone. While it didn't do much, pieces of ship started peeling off.
"He's ruining all my repairs!" Usopp screamed, quickly yelling to get out of range of his voice.
After you were definitely far enough, you were all forced to help repair the broken parts of the ship. "That damn orangutan! He almost wrecked the whole ship."
"Yeah, it's in really bad shape." Zoro says, hammering sheets onto the helm. "Maybe it's time we got a new one."
"How can you say that?!" You jump, you didn't expect it to be a touchy subject. Though, from what Usopp told you, this ship was gifted to him by a dear friend, so it's understandable it make him a little angry.
Luffy turns words him, "Don't worry Usopp, Merry's part of the crew, she'll be as good as new once we've fixed her up!" You smile, feeling surprisingly warm.
"You got a big heart, Luffy." He looks surprised for a split second, before grinning wide at you.
"Woah!!!" You hear Chopper yell. Looking over, you see an extravagant house, Luffy and Usopp dropping their tools to gawk.
"This is Mont Blanc Cricket's house?! He must be loaded!" Luffy proclaims, Sanji standing by you with a raised brow.
"A man of big dreams, eh? Well. he certainly likes to create an illusion." He lets out a puff of smoke, as Luffy propels himself off the ship, gaping at the back of the house.
"It's only plywood!" He screams, huffing in annoyance.
"What a cheapskate." Sanji said, rolling up the sail. You nod, wondering why he would do something like that. Nami peers towards Robin, whose reclining on the railing.
"What kind of dreams was he talking about that they kicked him out of town form." Robin waves, shrugging her shoulders.
"I don't know all the details, but apparently he claims there's a huge hoard of gold somewhere on Jaya." Everyone turned towards her at the claim of gold.
"Gold!" Usopp yells, Luffy ginning from his spot-on land. He rushes towards the house, abruptly walking into the house without knocking.
"Hello! Anyone home?" He announces.
You lean off the railing, eyeing him astonished. "Luffy! You can't just go walking into other people's homes!" He doesn't listen, leaving the door wide open as Usopp and Sanji funnel in. You groan, debating whether or not to follow him, untimely deciding to hop off the boat and follow him.
"Huh? There's nobody here." You hear Luffy say as you catch up to him. The house was pretty small, a bed, table, and many, many boxes all in one room. You survey the room, finding a childlike story book on the table.
"Noland the Liar." You read aloud, flipping the book over and examining its contents.
"Noland the Lair, huh?" You turn to look at Sanji, whose sitting on the ground, watching you. "That bring back memories."
"You've read this before?" You ask him, Nami coming over to stand near you, taking the book from your hands.
"Yeah, I was born in the North Blue." You shake your head. You aren't all that knowledgeable of the different areas of the sea, still struggling to get used to where you are know.
Sanji chuckles, some smoke escaping his lips. "Yeah, I was raised in the east...well, never mind that. This story's pretty famous in the North, it's a children's tale, but I've heard that this Noland really did exist a long time ago."
Nami opens up the book, reading out the pages aloud. It's a tale about Noland, an explore who told such amazing stories about his adventures that no one believed him. One day, when Noland went to tell the king about a mountain of gold on an island in the sea, the king sent 2,000 of his soldiers to verify his claim. By the time they reached the island, only the king, Noland, and 100 soldiers remained, and instead of a mountain of gold, there was only a jungle. Noland was sentence to death for lying, his last words being "I know! The mountain of gold must have sunk into the sea!" No one believed him anymore, by the stuck to his lies to the very end.
Nami finished the story, closing the book with a thud. "Sadly, he died without ever becoming a brave warrior of the sea." She sighed, looking at Usopp.
"Why are you looking at me! And stop adding your own commentary!" Their argument couldn't continue as Luffy splashed into the water. "What are you doing, Luffy!" Usopp yelled as you moved to grab him before he descended too deep.
"You've got guts, making yourself at home on someone else's property. The waters around here belong to me." Someone sad behind you. You turn, locking eyes with a very angry looking man. His eyes were narrowed towards you, but yours were locked on Sanji, who was swinging his foot at him.
The man dodges quickly, taking his hand and nearly jabbing it in Sanji's stomach. He raised his foot quickly, stopping the attack, but instead being met with the barel of a gun.
"Sanji!" You hear Chopper and Nami scream as you dive in the water. You hope he's alright, heart beating as you scan the water for Luffy. You know that he's unable to swim because of his Devil Fruit power after an incident a while back when a fishing accident caused him to fall in the water. You eye the top of his strawhat, diving down deeper and hooking your hands under his shoulders. You grunt, some bubbles escaping your mouth as you pull him up out of the water.
Luffy coughs when he is finally free from the ocean. "What were you thinking!?" You scream at him, paddling towards the land. "I...saw...bubbles in the water." He coughs, inhaling and exhaling in rapid succession. 'Then a chestnut came up out of the water..." he mentions, laying down on the grass as he continues to cough our more water. You sigh, coughing up a bit of water yourself.
Thud
"Hey, you okay?" Sanji's huff, the strange man shaking on the grown.
Zoro helps Sanji drag the man back to his house, laying him down on the bed. "Get me a cold towel and open all the windows!" Chopper yells, pulling up a chair to stand on.
"He's sick, it's a condition divers get." Chopper explains, laying down a cool towel on his head. "It's usually not chronic though." Luffy moves over towards the window, gazing out at the ocean.
"When a diver come up out of the water too quickly, the sudden decompression causes air bubbles to for in the blood and tissues. These bubbles expand and cause problem in the vascular system, muscles, and joints." Chopper further explains as you shiver from the cold seeping through the open windows.
"This man's probably been diving deep day after day without giving his body time to decompress." Chopper's voice is small and quiet, the wind blowing adding a peaceful ambiance to the room.
"Boss!! Are you all right?!" The door slams open, the two Monkey men barging in. For a while, it was quiet, looks being exchanged in silence. "What are you doing here?! What have you done to the boss!?" They both break the silence, yells echoing through the room.
"We're giving this man medical treatment, go away." Luffy drones, glaring at the two. The monkey men give a frown, looking like they're about to cry.
"That's so nice of you!" They whimper, Luffy staring in annoyance. He doesn't complain when they take a spot in the room, sitting down in front of Cricket.
"So, you guys live here too." They shake their heads.
"Well, the boss's house is the headquarters of the Monkey Mountain Allied Force." Masira explains, "But we usually sleep on our own ships." You watch quietly as Luffy chats with the monkey's, feeling a tap on your shoulder. You tilt your head, Chopper handing you a blanket.
"You looked cold." You smile, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders.
"Thanks!" You giggle, Chopper giving you an embarrassed blush before rushing away. You smile lightly into the blanket, the warmth traveling all over your body.
"Hey, Luffy! He's coming to!" Your brief second of comfort was interrupted by Chopper yelling for Luffy from inside the house.
He bounded in, Cricket sitting up and facing away from the door. "Hey, diamond-head guy, we wanna ask you something." He slowly gets up, walking toward the open window, lighting up a cigarette.
"Sorry I attacked you guys; I thought you were after my gold." Cricket says.
He talks a puff of the cigarette, "What?! You have gold?!" Nami asked dreamily. Luffy ignores her daydreaming, pushing past her to get to Cricket.
"We wanna go to the Island in the sky! How do we get there!?" Cricket side eyes him, his brows ruffled in confusion and irritation. He smirks before beginning to laugh, you and Nami snarling in annoyance.
"There was only one man who said it existed, but he went down in history as a liar and his descendants have been the objects of ridicule ever since." Cricket says, sitting down slowly. Luffy takes a look at Usopp, dumbstruck.
Cricket ignores the two, "Noland the liar is an ancient tale." He mutters. Nami shushes the two arguing boys, shocked by his statement.
"You're his descendant!?" Nami asks, gasping as Cricket nods.
"The Mont Blanc family was driven off and forced to live in shame. Even to this day we're still ridiculed. But nobody in the family ever held it against him." Luffy raises a brow, confused.
"Why not?"
"Because we know that Noland was no liar." Cricket grits his teeth, the room becoming cold, and you wrap the blanket around yourself tighter.
"I don't believe he made it up. In the book, it shows him grinning like an idiot, but he actually died with tears rolling down his cheeks." He says, his voice low but impactful. "The island they reached was undoubtably Jaya. The same island that he said held the ruins of the city of gold."
Usopp nods his head, growing excited, "So, in order to clear the Mont Blanc name, you've been diving down to search for the city of gold." Cricket's blank expression grow enraged, pulling out his gun and brandishing it towards Usopp, who holds up his hands in defeat.
"None of that matters to me!" He roars, slowly calming down at as he looks back out the window. "I was ashamed of my family, so I left home and became a pirate. I just wanted to get away from Noland's curse. But as the one who hated Mont Blanc the most, fate had brought me here. There was no escaping it."
He puffs out some smoke, holding the cigarette between his fingers. "This is my battle with the man who ruined by life."
"But how come those monkeys are here." Cricket shrugs.
"They're fans of the story." He says, Nami and Usopp gawking. "Five or six years ago they heard about me and came here uninvited, convinced that Noland's gold was real." He smiles, listening to the brothers fight outside. "Those fools saved me." Usopp wiped his eyes, moved by his story. Luffy, though, looked unimpressed.
"I'm tired of monkey stories." Luffy announced, you shout towards him.
"Luffy!" You groaned through gritted teeth. He looked at you, lips pursed in annoyance.
"When'd you get a blanket?" You groan, rubbing you head.
"That's really what your worried about right now?" You frown, Luffy looking you up and down before turning his attention back to Cricket.
"Like I said, I wanna go to the sky island." Luffy yelled.
Noland rolled his eyes. "The one who spoke of the shy island was Noland the liar. " He grabs a logbook from the bookshelf. "If you believe his tales, you'll become a laughingstock like me." He hands the book to Nami.
"Huh? He went to the sky island too?" Luffy bounced excited. Cricket grumbles as Nami flips through the pages, viewing an interesting page.
"Amazing, a log from 400 years ago! "The age of Kaien 1120, June 21. Clear skies. Sailed from the lively town Vira. Will follow the log pose and sail straight east-northeast."" Luffy peers over Nami's shoulder, along with Usopp and Chopper, who was on top Usopp's head so he could see.
""Got hold of an unusual item from a merchant ship today. It's a one-man boat called a 'waver,' which one rides like a ski. This strange vessel can even sail on windless days by creating its own wind, but there's a knack to operating it that I have not yet been able to master. The crew are enjoying it now."
Nami pauses, Chopper urging her on. ""The power to run this vessel is found only on sky islands. I have heard there are many things with special properties up there. Speaking of sky islands, a fellow explorer once showed me a living sky fish, which was amazing to behold." Luffy's grin grows and grows, barely being able to control his elation. "It is a land our ships have never visited, but as a sailor, I wish to someday visit this sea in the sky. Mont Blank Noland.""
"A sea in the Sky!" Luffy yells, laughing with Usopp and Chopper. Cricket gazes at them, a smile barely visible, but there. Cricket walks outside, back near the ocean, Masira and Shoujou gazing at his solemn demeanor.
"These pirates are determined to go to the sky island." Cricket says, the two monkey men quiet for once. "The'll be killed if they try and get there."
"That's why I'm asking to help get them there." Cricket says, determined.
---
You sit next to Zoro, whose snoring next to you, his head tilted downward. Somehow, you lost the blanket Chopper gave you, the cold nipping at your skin. Shivering, you listen to Cricket explain the sky island to you all.
Cricket stands with his arms crossed, still smoking as he speaks. "Sometimes a mysterious phenomenon occurs in the seas around here. In the middle of the day, night suddenly falls on one part of the sea."
"We saw it!!!" Luffy raises his hands, yelling.
Usopp nods at him, "Yeah! It got dark and then some monsters showed up."
Cricket smiles, pointing towards the sea. "You mean the giants? Their origin is a mystery too." His eyes narrow. "The sudden night is actually the shadow of a dense mass of clouds."
"Imperiocumulu, the emperor cloud is what it's called. It's a dense mass of clouds high in the sky. There are no air currents or condensation within it." Luffy stares in disbelief.
"According to one theory, the emperor cloud has remained unchanged for thousands of years, like a petrified cloud that floats in the sky." Nami shakes her head, leaning back slightly.
"A dense cloud formation that doesn't produce rain?! That's ridiculous." Cricket waves his hand, sighing.
"I'm only telling you what I've heard. If a sky island does exist, that's almost certainly where you'll find it."
"Okay!! Let's get on top of that cloud! Hey Zoro, wake up!" He yells towards you, Zoro rubbing his eyes. You pat him on the back, trying to help him up.
"Is it morning yet?" Zoro mumbles, sighing when you shake your head.
"How many time do I have to tell you? We don't know how to get there yet!!" Nami yells, interrupting Luffy's and Usopp's celebration.
"Know this, the know up stream is deadly. You'll have to let it carry you up to the sky." Cricket pointed out.
"But won't it just smash up against the ocean? That's what I heard in Mock Town." Cricket nods.
"That's what usually happens, the critical thing is timing. Normally, it's something to be avoided at all costs. For approximately one minute, the sea rises high into the air."
Nami rises from her seat, arms straight on the table, "It rises for a whole minute? So, where can we find this current?"
"The coordinates change each time, but it happens five times a month." Cricket responds. Usopp beginning to shake at the idea.
"We'll be blown to pieces..." He laughs nervously, waving Luffy away, "Let's just forget about Skypiea, we wouldn't have any chance of making it."
"We'll be fine, let's go!" Luffy brushes him off as Usopp sighs.
"Don't worry, your ship can be reinforced I'll have Masira and Shoujou help you." Cricket says, pointing towards the house then the ship. Merry looked on the rougher side, loose bords and cracks everywhere.
Nami shakes her head, pointing to the log pose, "We can only stay on this island for one more day, any longer than that and the log pose will lock onto the next island."
Cricket turns his head, thinking for a moment "Tomorrow at noon, the knock up stream and the emperor cloud will appear."
Usopp jaw drops at the proclamation, closing when Sanji bursts out the house, along with Masira and Shoujou. "Boss! Food's ready!"
Luffy jumps, "Time to eat! Hurry, Usopp!"
---
"Are we really doing this, going to a sky island?" You whisper, to yourself, staring at your plate. Usopp was barely able to hear you over the ruckus around you. Luffy was goofing around with the monkey brothers.
"I can't believe it either." He says to you. "We meet this strange man who's willing to fix the ship and get up to a strange island that might not even exist." He lets out a dry laugh into his beer. "I couldn't imagine how you feel."
Your eyes widen, and the world becomes muffled as you focus on Usopp, nearly dropping your fork. It felt weird for someone's attention to be on you. He doesn't meet your gaze, taking a swig before continuing.
"You appear on some strange ship, with a bunch of weirdos and barely a week later you're seeing giants and hearing rumors about sky islands." You nod, unable to say anything. Everything was so shocking to you, it's why you remained by yourself for the most part. You couldn't for the life of you understand what was going on at any moment, and you were constantly afraid.
"I'm really thankful, y'know, for everything you've done." You watch Luffy dance and sing, Zoro drink with the monkey brothers, Sanji kick cricket away from Nami. No matter how you try to piece it together in your head, you don't feel like you belong. You heart sinks, but you smile anyway.
"I'm glad." Usopp says, reaching over to rub your arm. It was comforting, but you still felt like crying.
"When we got to the island we heard the strange cries of a jungle bird and the tolling of a giant bell. The sound that giant bell of pure gold made." Cricket started reciting parts of the logbook. "The sound of the Bell stopped us in our tracks."
Cricket jumped up, along with the monkey brothers, very drunk. He moved, grabbing a pure gold bell, and slamming it down. "It doesn't not that giant to me..." Usopp says, sweating.
"I didn't say it was that bell." Cricket claimed. "That's a bell-shaped ingot. I found three of them on the ocean floor." Robin moves closer to examine them.
"This does prove that there was a civilization in this region once. Ingots are created as a weight standard. They're used in trading." Cricket motioned towards Masira, him pulling something out of a bag. A pure gold bird.
"I think it was one part of a statue." He assumes, rubbing parts of the statue lightly. "This is a south bird. They're still found on this island." He said as Masira and Shoujou giggled.
Boom
Everyone in the room jumped, Cricket furrowing his brows at the sound. "This is bad! You have to go into the jungle!" He points towards the door. "You've got to catch one of these birds!!"
Everyone was confused and still recovering from the loud sound, "Why do we need a bird?!" Sanji asks.
"Listen carefully, the knock up stream is located directly south of here. This is the Grand Line, once you're out to seam there's no way to know your directions!"
Nami's eyes blow wide as she realizes what he means. "I get it. the log pose can only guide us to an island, no good for finding a patch of water. And our compass won't work here!"
Cricket nods, "You'll have to rely on the south bird!" he says, pointing to the statue. "Some animals have an innate sense of direction; the south bird is the best of them all. It's instincts always show it the right direction, you'll never get to the sky island without it."
"It's the middle of the night, you expect us to go off into the jungle now?!" You question, the sun was going to be up soon. Cricket shakes you off.
"We'll get to work on your ship right now." He motions Masira and Shoujou out of the room.
---
You and the others trek through the darkness of the jungle. Luffy, Sanji, and Zoro carry nets, as you and Nami hang in the back of group.
"Where is this bird." Luffy grunted. Zoro sent him an aggravated look.
"If I knew that, we wouldn't be wandering around in this jungle!" Zoro points out, ignoring the fearful cries from Usopp.
Sanji looks around, gazing at all the trees. "The only clue is it has a weird cry, the guy said we'd know it when we heard it."
Joh
"I guess that's a weird cry." You mumble, impressed it didn't take long to find it.
"All right!" Luffy said, pointing to everyone. "We'll split into three teams!"
You join up with Robin and Zoro, watching with disgust as he picks up and inspects a centipede. "It's huge." He says, pulling it up by it's entena.
"Poor thing, you don't have to kill them." Zoro snarls at the woman.
"Don't lecture me, it's their own fault for challenging me." He growls at her. He drops the bug back on the ground, narrowing his eyes at Robin,
"Anyway, I still don't trust you. Don't forget that." He walks away, you rushing to catch up to Robin. You huff, watching Zoro walk in the opposite direction.
"Zoro, we just came that way." You speak up, watching as he turns back around, embarrassed.
Joh
That cry again. Robin motions for you to follow her, walking towards branches and vines that are strangely slippery. Zoro yells for you to wait up, you and Robin too far to really hear him.
"What was he talking about?" You ask, Robin looking behind for a second. "Earlier, about not trusting you?" Robin doesn't answer, and you assume it was touchy subject, judging by her posture stiffening and her motions becoming ridged.
"Before you came here, I worked with a terrible man." She said, he words small, like she didn't want you to hear. "He hurt people, and Luffy helped take him down. He saved me." You could sense some softness in her voice. It was strange, for such a strong person like her.
"You think you can beat me huh?!" You heard Zoro howl, turning to see him yelling at...a grasshopper. You deflate and move closer to Robin.
Jooohhh!!!
"I heard the bird just now." Robin says, looking towards the trees. You swear you saw the bird, but it flies away as Zoro slashes at another grasshopper.
"Zoro! Give it up!" You scream.
---
"We didn't even get a feather from that bird." Robin says, crossing her arms in disappointment.
Joh! Joh! Joh!~
You look up, eyeing the south bird, it was almost like he was laughing at you. "He's saying "Ha! Ha! You can't catch me!"" Chopper translated. Usopp and Zoro grow annoyed, staring angrily at the playful bird.
"He's taunting us!?" Zoro growled. Usopp loaded his slingshot, aiming it at the bird, before missing with a sigh.
Joh?
Two arms appeared on the side of the bird, wrapping around it before falling to the ground. You turn to see Robin, using her Devil Fruit powers. The bird caws one more time before excepting his fate.
---
"Diamond head guy!!"
Cricket, Masira, and Shoujou were all laying on the ground, covered in blood but thankfully still breathing.
"I'm sorry, we failed. We couldn't stop them." Cricket gurgles to Luffy. "But there's still some time before sunrise, we can fix the ship and--"
"Just tell up what happened?!" Luffy yells. Cricket smiles, it looks painful.
"It doesn't matter, you got the south bird. Well done." He speaks.
"Luffy!" He turns towards Nami, she's panicked looking back and forth between him and the destroyed housed. "The gold ingots, they're gone."
"Forget about them. Cricket says, sitting up, albeit with a groan of pain.
"How can you say that, you dived for ten years to find that gold, you almost got yourself killed for it!!" Usopp screams at an emotionless Cricket.
He huffs, "Quiet. It doesn't matter...that's out problem. Listen." Blood dribbles down his forehead.
"If the entire Monkey Allied Force gets to work preparing your ship, you can still make it." Cricket groans. Usopp sighs, his gaze softening. Cricket looks exhausted, you couldn't image how hard he fought for you, the strawhats to get to the sky island. It makes you sick.
"Luffy." Zoro points to the beaten-up house, a painted smiley face with a line going diagonally though it's eye. That's Bellamy's mark, it was on Sarquiss's chest. "Need help?" Zoro asks.
"No, I can handle them." Luffy say blankly, his stare dark.
"No way Luffy! Don't even think about doing anything crazy!" Nami screams, desperate. But Luffy doesn't listen.
"If I follow the coast, I'll come to that town, right?" Luffy asks Robin, who nods her head.
Luffy cracks his fingers, walking towards the coast. "I'll be back by sunrise, don't worry."
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Daddy Cupid
Modern!Various One Piece Men X Reader
-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.
Chapter 2: Cupid's Arrow
As you approach the condo, the guard recognizes you and opens the door with a smile and a nod, familiar with your face.
Having a spare key, you simply let yourself in and crash onto the sofa.
"Y/N," a voice calls from behind you.
With your face planted on the couch, all you can manage is a muffled "Heyy."
The man groans, and hearing his footsteps walking away, you finally turn to face upright.
"Smokeyyyy..."
"What?" he replies from the bathroom, where he's brushing his teeth.
"I fell for Dad's tactics again..."
His head peeks out of the bathroom as he rinses his mouth. "Who is it this time?"
"Edward's son..." you sigh, realizing you've been roped into another matchmaking setup.
"Well, that can't be that bad," Smoker remarks optimistically.
"You say that, but all the dates Dad has set up for me so far are weirdos," you retort, listing off your previous experiences.
"They're not weirdos."
"King tried to rope me into his cult. Kuro is obsessed with cats, and his two cats are hideous. Pretty sure he also had a knife play kink. And Cracker plays with his food like he's 7."
"Marco isn't that bad from what I heard," Smoker offers.
"Who's Marco?" you inquire.
"Edward's son. He just moved here a few weeks ago. He's a doctor," Smoker explains.
"Ugh, you're supposed to talk shit about this, don't list off his good traits. Do you not want me to marry at 40?" you complain, frustrated with Smoker's positive outlook.
"You're hopeless. Come on, I'm on duty," Smoker insists, pulling you up.
"Can't I just stay hereeeee...." you whine.
"No," Smoker says firmly, pushing you out and closing the door behind you both.
You pout as Smoker escorts you out, and you protest, Smoker sighed. "If you want someone who'd shit on people, go visit Buggy or something."
"Fine, maybe I will!" you stomp away, and Smoker follows you silently.
Before you part ways, he ruffles your hair and says, "See ya later. Good luck on your date," with a smirk. Leaving you more upset.
As you mumble under your breath and scrunch your face in frustration, you become distracted and fail to pay attention to where you're walking.
"You're in the way!"
In a moment of carelessness, you accidentally get hit by a bike, causing you to stumble and fall to the ground. As you and the man on the bike fall, you quickly look up to see who it is. Your eyes meet his, and you both take a moment to assess the situation. You find yourself face to face with a tall and imposing figure. The man had a considerable stature, with a strong and well-built frame. He has black, curly hair cut to chin length that fans out at the tips, tanned skin, and an altogether lean, long build.
Your upsetness quickly takes over, and you glare at the man who bumped into you.
"This was a sidewalk, why are you even here!" you snap.
"Bikes are allowed on this sidewalk. Why weren't you paying attention?" he grumbles in response.
"You ruined my clothes!" you exclaim.
"You ruined my bike."
"No, I didn't!" you argue, pointing at the perfectly okay bike that was just on the ground.
"Fine, maybe my bike is fine, but you're still at fault," he concedes, getting up and dusting himself off before picking up his bike.
You hurriedly get up, not wanting him to divert from the issue at hand. However, you wince when a sudden pain shoots through your wrist as you try to push yourself up, causing you to clutch it in discomfort.
The man looks at your wrist and, despite his grumbling, takes your hand to examine it. You wince in pain and pull your hand away from him.
He then pulls out his wallet and hands you a paper. "Calling card. Get that checked, then call me. Sorry for the trouble," he mutters, seeming somewhat remorseful.
"Shouldn't you take me to somewhere I can get checked instead of telling me to go alone?" you glare at him, frustrated by his lack of assistance.
"I'm busy. Anyways, just call me," he says as he starts to leave, showing little interest in staying to help further.
You trudge to the closest hospital or clinic you can find, nursing your injured wrist. The nurse at the front desk helps you fill out the necessary paperwork, and you take a seat in the waiting area.
After a while, the doctor emerges from his room, the doctor was a tall, lean, muscular man with blond hair and a rather sleepy look on his face sporting some stubble around his chin. The doctor briefly speaks with an elderly lady, cautioning her to be careful, before turning his attention to the nurse and inquiring about the next patient to see.
The nurse calls for you, and you make your way to the doctor's room. The doctor, with a sweet smile, welcomes you inside.
"So, Ms. L/N, for a broken wrist?" he reads from your paperwork.
You nod and reply, "Y-Yeah, an asshole bumped into me..."
He chuckles sympathetically and looks at you as you cradle your injured wrist. "May I?"
"O-Oh, right," you say, realizing he needs to examine it. Slowly, you hand your hand over to him, and he gently takes it, carefully inspecting your wrist. He proceeds to move it and perform various examinations.
"Well, I'll just wrap it up and keep it on for two weeks. You can't let this get wet, and I'd suggest you remove it when you sleep," he advises, outlining the treatment plan for your broken wrist.
"Also, from your paperwork, it said you got hit by a bike. You might have bruises or something, would you want me to check those too?" the doctor inquires.
"Uh, sure..." you agree, realizing that it's probably a good idea to make sure you haven't sustained any other injuries from the accident.
The doctor carefully examined you, paying attention to any potential injuries beyond your broken wrist. After a thorough check, he pointed out, "Well, it seems you have an abrasion at the back of your thigh, and there's another one on your ankle."
You blinked in surprise, realizing you hadn't even noticed those injuries. "Oh, I didn't even notice."
The doctor chuckled at your response. "Perhaps its the adrenaline from the accident must have masked the pain. It happens more often than you'd think. I'll clean and dress these wounds for you, so they don't get infected."
After the doctor dressed your wounds and provided you with the necessary care, you paid for the medical services and expressed your gratitude before leaving the clinic.
With your wrist securely wrapped and your minor injuries tended to, you made your way to Buggy's place.
You knock on the door, and it's answered by a slim, well-endowed woman with dark-green eyes and long, wavy black hair. She greets you with a scowl, clearly not pleased with your presence.
"Who are you?" she scoffs, crossing her arms defensively.
"Don't worry, I'm not here for you," you reply dismissively, pushing past her to enter the room. She gasps at your audacity.
She quickly runs to the couch, where you spot a familiar redheaded figure watching TV. She jumps into his arms, and you roll your eyes at the dramatic display before knocking on Buggy's room, eager to get this meeting over with.
As you knock on Buggy's room, the redhead inside turns to see who's entered. His eyes light up with excitement when he sees you, and he quickly pushes away the woman who was in his arms.
"My love! Y/N~ You couldn't help but come for me, hmm~?" Shanks exclaims, trying to pull you closer.
"Is Bug home?" you ask, trying to keep the conversation on track.
"I am~ Do you still need him~?" Shanks sings, pulling you closer once more. Annoyed, you grab his ear, causing him to hiss in pain. "Ow owowowow!!!"
"Yes or no?" you demand.
"He's asleep!!!!" He finally answers, albeit reluctantly.
Pushing Shanks away, you roll your eyes and decide to call Buggy directly. You pick up your phone and dial his number, not wanting to deal with any more unnecessary drama in the room.
In the background, you can hear the woman and Shanks starting to argue, but you pay them no mind as you patiently wait for Buggy to answer your call.
Buggy picks up the phone after a few rings, and you quickly inform him of your presence.
"I'm outside, open your door," you instruct.
You hear some commotion and noises from inside the room, and then the door swings open. "H-Hi!" Buggy stammers.
Without wasting any time, you push him back into the room and close the door behind you, not wanting to deal with Shanks or the woman any longer.
"Bug, Smokey didn't comfort me," you complain, turning your attention to Buggy.
"Comfort you why?" Buggy asks, looking genuinely confused.
"Dad got me another date..." you sigh in exasperation.
"Again?? Didn't he promise not to?" Buggy questions, clearly surprised.
"I know, right?! He never keeps his promise! I told him I'm moving to mom's if he doesn't keep this promise."
Buggy raises an eyebrow. "Who's your date this time?" he inquires, curious about the latest candidate your father has selected.
"Smokey said his name is Marco. I don't know him, though..." you explain.
Buggy chuckles and says, "I bet he's an ass too."
"THANK YOU!!!" you exclaim, rolling your eyes. "Smokey said he's amazing," you mock, emphasizing the word 'amazing' with a sarcastic tone.
"Oh, I bet he also said how this one might be the right one!" Buggy adds, catching onto the pattern of your father's matchmaking attempts.
"EXACTLY OMG!!" you reply, the frustration evident in your voice. It seems both you and Buggy share a similar skepticism about these setups.
"Why not just ask your dad to help you with Hawkeye," Buggy suggests.
You flush and retort, "Shut up, you clown."
"It was just a suggestion. You want him anyway," He insists.
"He has kids," you remind him.
Buggy smirks and teases, "What a dilf, am I right?"
"You're the worst, omg! I have a date tomorrow, hellooooo!" you exclaim, exasperated by his antics.
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HI GUYS I'VE WRITTEN AND ALMOST FINISHED DOFFY'S STORY BCUZ UHM I KNOW I SAID THIS STORY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OWNED BY MARCO BUT I FELL IN LOVE WITH DOFFY AGAIN
I'll be writing either Marco, Katakuri or Aokiji next I'll let you know who ill write
im letting you guys know in case you want changes and as ive said before characters thats been written are not receiving change of tropes
to clarify stuff too i wasnt going to make this a harem but perhaps some people got the wrong idea
these are separate stories sharing the universe where Y/N will go down the route of romance for this character sometimes they'll make references from the other stories if i can think of funny ones but yes
i hope you guys enjoy this story thanm you so much for all your supports!!
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Mute: O5. Sick
O1. Flowers / O2. Friends! / O3. Study / O4. Ice-cream / O5. Sick / O6. Locked up / O7. Fight / O8. Friends? / O9. Grateful / 1O. Wishes
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"Sorry for the inconvenience again."
You denied repeatedly crossing your arms, Semi sighed to say goodbye. Currently you had a day off because some of your teachers had an important meeting, you thought to spend the day resting in your bed, sleeping or watching some series but apparently a certain blocker had fallen ill. At first you didn't understand very well why they need someone to take care of him while the others train ─he just had a slight fever─ but you understood when you saw how he hung from the ceiling lamp singing a song you didn't know.
«How the fuck did him get there?»
You opened your eyes when you saw that he jumped towards his bed like a gorilla, when he landed he started to jump disarranging everything. He really looked like a child with too much energy, did he really have a fever? You walked calmly up to him, touched his shoulder, his smile widened at the sight of you.
"I'm glad you're here, let's do something fun!"
His laughter distracted you for a few seconds, which was enough for him to grab your wrist and run across campus. He was jumping happily while you tried to keep up with him and stop him but it was quite difficult considering his long legs and that he was a sportsman, which you were not. It wouldn't do you any good to yell at him mentally because he wasn't even looking at you so somewhat resigned you accepted being dragged towards god knows where. You felt his sudden energy start to wane a bit, though he was still running through the streets you were able to start keeping up with him.
"Here!"
He stopped suddenly causing your face to be stamped against his back, he didn't move an inch but he smiled when he saw how you had to hug him to keep your balance.
«Tendou, where...?»
You went blank when you saw the area, it was a simple street that was quite long and narrow decorated with various banderillas, small shops, it looked like a small market full of interesting things where the children ran around playing while the mothers talked quietly with some merchant. It was a strange area, but it caught your attention, it seemed that it was away from all the noise of the city, everything was calm.
You looked at the redhead for a few seconds, debating whether you should go back or take a quick peek. You snorted a bit before placing your hand on Tendou's forehead, pulling at his shirt so that his height dropped a bit. His temperature was a little high but he didn't seem so sick anymore.
"Don't worry, let's look a bit."
You nodded not very convinced but you let yourself go again, now he didn't grab your wrist but your hand, you were a little surprised but you thought that if he would be calmer that way you wouldn't mind shaking his hand, at first you played a little with his long fingers as he looked around the little stalls, then you both started looking at some of the games that were out there.
"Shall we try that?"
He pointed to a game with ducklings. You shrugged your shoulders to walk towards there, the man who occupied the position smiled amused to see how the couple tried to catch the ducks failing miserably, he let you try another free attempt and this time you managed to take the less expensive prize; a stuffed animal, specifically you chose a swan that somehow reminded you of him. They continued like this for a while, Tendou managed to buy a couple of sleeves and posters of what seemed to be quite beautiful actresses, it was already late for him to be out in his state, so taking advantage of the fact that he seemed calmer, you began to gently pull his hand, heading back towards Shiratorizawa.
You sighed closing the door behind you, the redhead had collapsed on his bed falling asleep. You grabbed the medicine from the desk to mix and prepare it, when you finished it he reluctantly took it but relaxed by going back to bed. You sat a little tired on the bed, unconsciously stroking his head as if he was a feline while he enjoyed the feeling of being pampered by you, he grabbed your waist to pull you next to him, a little nervous you lay down next to him knowing that he was not going to let go in a bit. A few seconds later he just wrapped his whole body around you in a hug, with nothing else to do you closed your eyes to fall asleep. Without knowing how much time had passed you felt a blinding light, you lazily opened your eyes to blush furiously, Shirabu was taking a picture of your posture.
"I also want to get sick."
"I don't think it's appropriate for you to get sick, Shirabu."
Semi laughed at Ushijima's misunderstanding, he helped you get out of Tendou's arms because it was already quite late and you had to go back to your room but someone wouldn't let you. As soon as you touched the doorknob Tendou got you up surprising you, the redhead laid you back on the bed closing your eyes, you tried to get out of there seeing how the others laughed and made fun of your situation, in the end, Semi tried to get you out.
Tried.
When the former setter grabbed your arm to pull, he received a slap from Tendou, who just held you tighter against his chest, pouting and frowning slightly, like a baby.
"Mine."
He hissed narrowing his eyes at his companions. No one could help you and you stayed in his arms all night. When you woke up thanks to the sun coming through the window, you felt your face warm along with a discomfort throughout your body.
"Good morning!"
Tendou jumped totally healthy from the bathroom, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, you sniffled, sneezing, you had caught a cold because of him.
"Is someone sick? Well, well, I'll be your doctor!"
«Tendou please call Semi, I don't want to die»
"Huh?! Do you not trust me?"
«Nope»
You swore you saw an arrow go through Tendou as he clutched his chest hurt by your comment.
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Nighttime || Rick Grimes 18+
Sooo this might be the sweetest fic I've ever written. I tried to make up for the loving words you wrote to me and I hope it's like you imagined it to be 💗 and again: thank you so much 💗💗💗
Original request here
About the fic: It's mainly fluff but it wouldn't be me if I wasn't able to at least mention a bit of smutty action 👉🏼👈🏼💗
Trigger: none (?) but a bit pregnancy at the end
Hospital
Shivering, you look around the hospital you've fled to and take a deep breath as you hear the pure silence. If there were living dead people walking around here, you should have heard them by now.
In fact, this hospital may be the last place in this city that hasn't been completely overrun and razed.
Carefully you walk through the long and dark corridor, avoiding the cables hanging from the ceiling.
Perhaps you could find a reasonably safe space here to at least gather yourself and then move on to another city.
Maybe you could also find some supplies and get yourself....
Before you can finish the thought, you hear soft footsteps.
Immediately you stop, rooted to the spot, and try to figure out where the footsteps are coming from.
It is so oppressively quiet that you hear every step as if the source were only 2 meters away from you.
Your hands get sweaty and you take a silent step to the side to lean your back against the wall, listening strained for the sound that must be coming from around the corner to your left.
You force yourself to stay calm and figure out what it is first, firmly believing that if push came to shove, you could take on a walking corpse.
The air sticks in your lungs as the light flickers and the source of the footsteps becomes visible.
A man dressed only in boxers and a hospital gown stops in front of the door facing him, staring at the inscription that you can't read from your position.
He doesn't look like he likes to eat people for snacks, but you've learned the hard way that that doesn't have to mean anything, so you still stay as quiet as you can and watch him slowly reach out for the door, from which a muffled groan can be heard.
Dead or not, don't let this guy open the door.
If need be, you can take him on, but certainly not the ones he'd most likely let through the door, so you take a big step toward him and yell, "No, don't."
He flinches violently and jerks his head around to look at you as if you were the undead.
Still keeping enough distance from him, you say, "Keep the door closed" hoping he's alive and understands what you've just said.
To your relief, he still looks like he's about to pick up his feet and run, but he replies, "What's behind there?"
The fact that he can speak is proof enough for now that he's normal, and you relax a bit.
Only now do you really look at him and discover a bandage wrapped around his waist, which you point to, "You're in the hospital for that, aren't you?"
Confused, he looks down at himself, as if he's forgotten that he doesn't look like he's just been here for a short visit, and then nods, "I got shot."
You take another cautious step toward him, "You have no idea what's going on. Can it be?"
Again he looks at you helplessly and confused beyond measure, "This must be a dream. A coma dream. I'm not awake at all."
Dryly you laugh out, "It would be nice. But no, you're wide awake and probably just slept through how it all started, Sleeping Beauty."
You feel tremendously sorry for the panic in his beautiful blue eyes, but the sooner he understands what's going on, the sooner you might have a helping hand, too. It goes against the grain for you to admit this, but the fact is that it might not be such a bad thing to have a man by your side who's a few heads taller than you.
Now that it's a matter of life and death, you can't afford to be picky, but you still ask again about his bullet wound, "Where did you get that?"
You hope he's not a gangster or a rapist. True, he doesn't look like it, but as you said before, you shouldn't just trust appearances.
His gaze slides over your body and he says softly, "I'm a Sheriff and I got caught in a shooting."
You exhale heavily and actually give him the benefit of the doubt, "Would you like to come with me? I can explain what happened while you were in a coma, Sheriff."
Farm
Smiling, you look to Dale sitting high atop his RV, "I can help you."
The old man loves being able to watch over everyone from above and you know that for a fact, but you love it at least as much as he does. That's why you don't even wait for him to answer and climb so far up to look over the edge at him.
He probably didn't even hear you and looks spellbound through his binoculars. With a furrowed brow you follow the direction he is looking and can see two people without recognizing who it is.
You clear your throat loudly and Dale flinches in surprise.
When he looks at you, you raise an eyebrow and grin, "I don't know exactly what you're looking at, Dale, but I doubt very much that it's a possible threat to our group."
Quietly, he murmurs, "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."
Confused, you brace yourself on the roof and sit cross-legged next to him, "What are you talking about?"
"See for yourself," sighing, he hands you the binoculars and you reluctantly take them to see what he's getting at.
It takes you a small moment before you find the two people he's been watching, and you bite your lower lip as you recognize Rick's curls and his back.
By the way he's standing, he's partially shielding the person he's talking to, but even from that, you know full well it's his wife Lori.
Sighing, you hand Dale his binoculars and shrug, "They're just talking. That doesn't have to mean there's trouble in paradise."
The old man next to you snorts in disbelief, "Girl, you haven't fallen on your head. Nothing at all is going well between those two anymore, and it's tearing our group apart piece by piece."
You know he's not wrong, but because Rick is your best friend, you keep your mouth shut.
But Dale really gets into it, "You can't tell me you don't see the way Shane looks at Lori. At some point, it's going to pop, and it's going to end badly."
You grit your teeth.
Of course you see it, and you have a guess or two about what happened when Lori thought Rick died in the hospital, but you don't know anything for sure, and you'd think it unfair to saddle Rick with more guesses and possibilities when he already has his hands full.
So you say unnaturally calmly, "Dale, you have no idea what they're talking about, and even if it's not a good conversation, Rick will make sure it doesn't turn into a big problem for the group."
Briefly, something flashes in your old friend's eyes and he sighs softly, "I know, kiddo. Rick is a good man. It's not for me to judge, but he deserves someone better."
Your eyes dart to the two figures in the distance, but they're gone and you shrug, "Possibly."
Silently you look at each other and you cry out softly when you hear Rick's voice from downstairs, "Darling? Are you upstairs?"
Dale grins broadly at you and murmurs, "Lori doesn't like it when he calls you that."
Unwittingly, your cheeks grow warm and you slap his upper arm, "Shut up."
Hectically, you scoot to the edge of the RV and look down at Rick: "Yep, what's up?"
The way he looks up at you makes your heart sink to the floor, and then when he also asks in a raspy voice, "Can I talk to you?" Wouldn't you know a situation where you wouldn't drop everything to be there for him.
You nod at him and smile at Dale: "I'll be back later."
But he shakes his head, "I'm not counting on it, kiddo."
You can't suppress the rolling of your eyes, and instead of answering, you make your way downstairs to Rick.
When you reach the last two rungs of the ladder, Rick grabs you by the waist and lifts you down from the RV.
Instead of letting go of you right away, he pulls you back against his chest and presses a kiss to your cheek, which makes you giggle softly and you lightly slap his hands to get him to let go of you, which he reluctantly does.
Holding you in his arms has always felt right to him, and he wouldn't stop anytime soon.
He just has to touch you as soon as you come near him. Whether it's an arm wrapped around your shoulder or even just a little touch on your lower back.
God, it's enough for him to pull a leaf out of your hair like this while you look at him with your beautiful eyes.
Gently, you stroke his chest with the flat of your hand, smoothing down his shirt, "What do you want to talk to me about, Sheriff?"
As you do, your eyes slide from his face to your hand and you notice how dirty his shirt has already become, "Rick? You're going out with Shane tomorrow aren't you? If you'd like you can give me your shirt then and I'll wash it for you...That is, of course, if Lori hasn't already offered."
You look back up at him and he just stares at you.
The RV is close behind your back and Rick is standing very close to you as he usually does, which adds a little too much tension to the situation and you take a step toward him to push past him on the left and maintain decorum.
For a brief and naive second, Rick thinks of something he shouldn't be thinking about and then in turn takes a step to the side as well before clearing his throat so as not to sound as hoarse as he probably would, "You want to wash my shirt?"
He sounds so surprised you chuckle, "You say that like it's something amazing. We're friends Rick. Of course I'll wash your shirt if you want. You're incredibly busy, so it's the least I can do, and I can help you out with it."
You grin at him, "And maybe I'm a little selfish too, because you're prettier to look at when you're wearing clean clothes."
His heart warms and he hasn't felt this way in a long time...so wanted and appreciated for all he has given up for the group.
And all because you offered to wash his stupid shirt.
He takes a deep breath and reaches for your hand, "Can we go to your tent, darling?"
Concerned, your grin falls from your face and you bite your lower lip, "Of course. Come."
Gently, you pull him behind you to your tent, which is set up near the others.
You realize this must be about the conversation Rick had with Lori, and Rick's grip on your hand is so incredibly tight that you can feel how agitated he is, and maybe a little afraid he's going to crush your fingers.
Even though you can barely move your fingers, you don't say a word about it and open the tent.
That's the moment Rick lets go of your hand and you crawl inside in front of him.
He doesn't really want to, but as soon as you're on all fours, his gaze slides to your butt and he squints his eyes hard, trying to keep it together.
Partly because he's still married, no matter what Lori has done, and partly because he doesn't want to jeopardize the friendship you have because of some knee-jerk reaction.
He adores you far too much for that.
So he forces himself to think clearly again and crawls behind you into the inside of the little tent.
Because Rick is so much bigger than you, he takes up an incredible amount of space in the cramped room, but you don't mind.
It's nice to have him close to you and you reach for his hands as if it were a matter of course, "So, what's up, Sheriff?"
His eyes are fixed on your hands as he mutters, "Lori slept with Shane when I was in the hospital where we met. She thought I was dead. She...I..."
You squeeze his hands, "Shhhh, it's okay. Take your time."
He sighs softly and you gently tug on his hands, making him look up questioningly.
Slowly you lean back and as you lie flat on your back, you pull him down to you.
At first he hesitates, but when he looks into your loving eyes, he can't help himself and lets himself sink onto you.
Because the tent is so small, he doesn't try to crush you too, but you release a hand from his and press his head firmly but firmly to your chest.
Rick closes his eyes as his cheek comes to rest in the hollow between your breasts, expecting you to push him higher or a tad lower, but you don't seem to mind him lying on your breasts and as he hears your regular heartbeat, he relaxes more and more until he's able to get out coherent sentences again without bursting into tears, "You know what the real problem is, darling? Somehow I don't care that she slept with him. She told me and I didn't care. Shit, I even suspected it, and the only thing I thought about when she confirmed it, was how to get us all through the winter."
You stroke through his hair in slow motions and he leans harder into your touch, "And instead of supporting me, she tells me and expects a due response. As if I don't have a hundred other thoughts in mind. How twisted is that, please? I don't care about my wife and I'd rather think about the fact that I don't know how to handle the pressure of making life and death decisions. Decide your life and your death."
For a brief moment you wait to see if he wants to say anything else, but instead he presses himself tighter against your body, as if he can't stand to be away from you, and you tickle through his curls, which seems to please him as you whisper in a husky voice, "You're not twisted, Rick. You're giving it everything you've got, and there's nothing wrong or amiss with the way you feel. Don't beat yourself up because you might feel differently than it would be socially acceptable to react to a woman cheating on you. You feel what you feel and there's nothing you can do about that, nor do you have to."
You tug lightly on his curls, eliciting a soft groan from him before murmuring in a buttery smooth voice, "And yes Rick, you make choices but we all know you make the ones you feel are right and everyone sees your efforts. No one would ever blame you and you shouldn't blame yourself. You look out for us as best you can and in return I'll look out for you as best I can. I promise."
He feels tears coming to his eyes, and he's not really the type of man to start crying quickly. Especially not with a second person.
But it surprises him himself that he doesn't care with you and isn't ashamed at all as he buries his face between your breasts and lets out everything that's been building up since the hospital and lets you stroke his hair until he falls asleep on top of you.
Prison
You brush your hair out of your face as you step into the anteroom of your jail cells and hear Rick's raucous laughter.
When you see him sitting at the table with Hershel and Glenn, you can't help but smile broadly. Not too long ago, Rick was way too close to the abyss, and now seeing him so relaxed and at ease makes your heart leap.
Slowly you walk towards the happy group and frown as you watch Glenn waving his arms trying to explain something. The situation looks so funny that you don't notice the alcohol bottles on the table until now, and you realize why Rick is swaying and Glenn looks like he's fighting a battle against invisible flies.
But when Rick sees you he immediately tries to get up and almost knocks over the whiskey on the table, if Hershel hadn't grabbed it first.
Stumbling, he comes toward you and slurs, "Darlin'."
As soon as he can reach for you, he pulls you into his arms and you can't suppress a giggle, "Could it be that you're drunk, Sheriff?"
He keeps his hands on your hips as he pulls away from you and half turns to the people sitting at the table, "Am I? I don't know."
Hershel, who is the only one sober, throws me a pitying smile and I stand on my tiptoes to breathe a kiss on Rick's cheek.
Immediately he turns his attention back to me and I tug on his belt loop, "Will you let me go? I'd like to get some sleep."
The smile he gives me is mischievous and makes him seem much younger than he is, "Haven't you noticed?"
You frown and he winks at you awkwardly, due to the alcohol in his blood, "I never want to let you go."
Again you tug at his pants, "You probably don't even realize right now how incredibly wrong that sounded. On any level." Still, you can't stop laughing.
But just as he said, he doesn't let go of you and instead pulls you to his seat at the table.
He plops down in his seat and fits you tighter so he can pull you onto his lap, but you brace yourself, "Rick, I want to go to sleep."
You didn't know how good he was at pouting until now and you swallow hard as he looks at you with his blue eyes, "Darlin' please. Stay with me a little longer. Then I'll come to bed with you."
You sigh, "Rick..."
And he tugs on your hip again, "Please? I can only sleep with you."
You are well aware of the looks the others are giving you. Even though everyone knows that Rick and you share a bed, even though you're just friends, it's still strange to see him begging in this way while you're not alone.
With everyone else, he's always the somewhat cocky leader, and once he's alone with you, you feel like you could ask him to crawl on the floor and he'd do it for you.
You lower your voice a bit and stroke his dark curls, "That doesn't mean I'm kicking you out of bed, Rick."
You immediately see that he's ready to argue, but before he can say anything, Merl, who has recently come to live with you, walks in and laughs harshly, "So big Rick Grimes is begging to sleep in bed with a chick who won't even let him fuck her."
You couldn't care less what Merl normally has to say, but Rick is already not controlled when he's sober, and now that he's drunk, even the minimum level of control is lost.
Thanking God you react quickly enough to push Rick back onto his butt by the shoulders and hiss, "Shut up, Merl."
Grinning, he takes a step closer, "Oh come on. He can take it. If you don't want him anymore, you're welcome to come over to my place. It's just that I'm more into it when chicks beg me to fuck them."
You grab Rick firmly by the hair as he tries to get back up and drag him down as he growls, "You miserable asshole."
You look to Glenn for help, but he's looking spellbound at the scene in front of him and Merl is far from done, "What's Rick? Afraid you're going to sleep alone tonight?"
You can see it very clearly. You see when the last fuse blows on Rick and you grit your teeth and tug at his hair so hard that he has to look at you and you say quietly, "Forget him, Rick. I ain't going nowhere."
Merl laughs harshly and you wheel around to him, "And what's your problem? Do you really need it that bad? Laughing at Rick asking me to sleep in a bed with him and not having anyone with you yourself, am I seeing this right? You need to come on to me in that disgusting way, but let's get one thing straight: Before I come to bed with you, I'd rather sleep alone in the woods, and you know what's funny? You might think it's pathetic that Rick sleeps in a bed with me and doesn't nail me, but guess who's going to be lying in bed pressed up against a woman's body afterwards, touching me however he pleases? Right! Not you."
Merl stares at you with his mouth open and Rick is already starting to get up again when Hershel blinks several times and stands up, "Okay, let's all calm down and take a deep breath. Merl, I think it's best if you leave now."
For a brief moment, you think he's going to say something stupid again, but you glare defiantly at him and he softly growls something about "fucking whore" before disappearing and you drop onto Rick's lap with a deep sigh.
It stays quiet until you grumble, "Aren't you going to keep drinking?"
Rick wraps his hands around your stomach and pulls you closer to his chest, "Darlin'..."
Again you sigh, "Rick, give it a rest."
You don't feel like talking about it anymore, and as another attempt is made to address you, you turn your head in his direction and mumble lazily in his ear, "It's all right. If you're thinking about what Merl said, forget it. I like how soft you are to me. Only to me."
With the words, you kiss him briefly behind the ear and then turn your gaze back to the whiskey bottle, "Okay, I could use a drink."
All the while you remain sitting on Rick's lap, letting him push you back and forth when you sometimes get too heavy for him in the long run.
Only once do you slide closer to him yourself, but where he immediately grabs you tighter and slurs harshly in your ear, "Don't, Darlin'."
You know full well that your cheeks are getting hot and you quickly excuse yourself before he pushes you back into another spot.
The bottle doesn't last long, and as Hershel announces that he wants to get into bed, everyone else starts moving as well.
Rick, who had been swaying before, leans on you with his full weight and you're also drunk enough that you can't quite walk straight.
Giggling and stumbling, you drop onto the bed and you slide against the wall as you always do, while you kick your shoes off your feet and Rick unhandily peels himself out of his pants.
You watch him do it, as you have every time since you first fell asleep together.
It's not just Rick who can sleep better with you. You also love his weight on you and the heat he radiates.
Sluggishly, he crawls into bed with you and slides between your legs to rest his head on your breasts.
Under his lashes, he looks up at you, "Thank you."
You bite your lower lip and stroke his curls as you always do, "For what, Sheriff?"
Quietly, he clears his throat, "For what you said to Merl."
His hand slides over your hip bone and you feel the touch all the way down to your toes as you take a shaky breath, "It's just the truth."
He turns his head a bit and puts his hand just below your chest and for the first time you hope he would move his hand higher.
Even if it was just by accident.
But he stays still and mumbles, "Still. You didn't have to do that, and that's why I thank you."
You can't bring yourself to say a word, and you don't need to, because Rick falls asleep on top of you a short time later, too.
Alexandria
You stretch out on the bed and blink against the sun that falls into the bedroom you share with your boyfriend Rick.
Grumbling, Rick presses a kiss to your bare stomach and looks up at you from below, "Everything alright, darling?"
Grinning, you look into his scrunched up face and push his hair a little flatter on his head because his curls are sticking out in all directions, "Yes, Rick."
The golden light of the rising sun shines on him in a way that makes it look like he's surrounded by a halo, and you stare at him dreamily.
Never could you put into words how much you love him and have for a long time.
Already on the farm you were addicted to him, only you never realized it and then he told you in prison that he loves you and not only sees you as his best friend. Never having seen you only as his best friend and you couldn't help but fall head over heels for a relationship with the stubborn and impulsive leader of your group.
After the war with Negan, things are quiet and you enjoy the mornings you spend together in bed maybe even a little too much.
Still you just look at him and he rests his chin on your stomach and puts his hands on the sides of your naked breasts.
Along the way, he paints little circles on them with his thumbs, paying no attention to your nipples, which immediately perk up as he looks at you questioningly with his bright eyes, "Do I have something on my face?"
And smiling at him, "No, sorry."
Again he breathes a kiss on your skin, "You don't have to apologize. I like it when you look at me like that."
Lazily you put your hands to his cheeks and gently tug on his beard, "Hmmm, how do I look at you?"
His smile we lascivious, "Like you were waiting for round two from last night."
Giggling, you tug harder on his beard, "Maybe."
Before he can push himself over you, though, you murmur softly, "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."
Immediately he sees the uncertainty in your eyes and pauses for a moment, "Did I do something wrong?"
Of course, he looks to blame himself first. Always at himself first.
So you quickly shake your head and nervously bite your lower lip, "No, no. That's not the point."
Slowly, he slides off of you to rest on his elbow beside you, "What's wrong, darling?"
You can't stand it when he doesn't touch you and instead place your own hand on his chest, "We're safe here, Rick."
He sighs deeply, "Darling, I have no idea what you're getting at."
You realize you're beating around the bush, but you don't have the heart to just say it, so you go wide again, "You're a great dad."
Rick grabs your chin and pushes your head up so you can't avoid his gaze: "Okay, now tell me what's going on or I'm going to lose it."
Shakily, you exhale, "Would you like to have a baby with me?"
Rick freezes.
His hand slips from your chin and he swallows hard, "You want a baby?"
Unsure, you blink up at him, "Yeah? If you don't want to, that's okay too. We don't have to do anything you don't-" His lips are on yours.
Surprised, you moan into the kiss and Rick slides his body over yours.
It's similar to the feeling of him laying on top of you so he can sleep only then he's not pressing his hips into a very specific spot and he's certainly not humming in your ear, "I sure as hell want a baby and I'm all for getting it on right now, darling."
Your heart hammers in your chest and you gasp softly, "Okay."
You move your hands to his shoulder blades and press your fingers into them as he turns to your neck and spreads wet kisses over your sensitive skin.
He's so warm and hard on you that it feels like your own skin is too small for you and you start to squirm under him, "Don't drag it out, Rick. Please."
He chuckles against your neck and slides between your legs so you can feel his cock where you need it most.
Roughly, you moan and push yourself further toward him, but he presses you back down on the bed with his free hand and murmurs hoarsely, "Easy. Wait a moment. I don't want to hurt you, darling."
Rick lifts his head and the love and admiration in his eyes makes you giddy and you nod slightly, "Okay."
Smiling, he presses a soft kiss to your lips and positions himself so that his tip is pressing against you and you shakily try to suppress pushing Rick against his handsome ass with your heels so that he is finally inside you.
His lips hover over yours as he penetrates you inch by inch, whispering over and over how much he loves you.
It's not the freakiest sex you've ever had, and it's not the hardest, but the way he doesn't take his eyes off you for a second and is so deep inside you that it feels like he's perpetuating himself inside you makes it the best sex you've ever had.
Every little touch of his hands on your body is pure intimacy and you have to pull yourself together not to start crying with happiness.
Then, when he kisses you hard on the mouth and you chase your climax together, you can't control yourself and shuffle into the kiss, "Rick, I love you. I love you so much."
He looks into your eyes briefly before leaning over you and kissing the tears on your cheek, "I know, darling. I know."
You grab his cheek and pull him back to your mouth, wishing this moment would never end.
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The Two of Us
Summary: Joel unexpectedly meets an old friend near Jackson City.
Characters: Joel Miller x female reader
Genre: romance
Warnings: mention of death (not main characters), killing a loved one
a/n: I'm back from my hole to write about this fine, fine man.
please note that some stuff may not be the same as the game/series.
Joel and Tommy were out scouting a horde of infected, they were sent by Maria early that morning. Joel's had a bad feeling the entire ride there, so he kept an eye out.
"Alright, that was the last one." Tommy said as he got on his horse. "Let's head back."
Joel's horse followed Tommy, but Joel came to a halt when he heard noises. "Wait." He motioned Tommy to go around the back of the bush from where he heard the noise.
He got off his horse, shotgun in hand, as he silently stepped on the snow, careful not to be seen. Joel turned his body around the bush, his shotgun ready to fire. He was met with another gun by his head.
"Drop it." You commanded, clicking your gun.
"No," Tommy clicked his gun from behind you, "You drop it."
Joel moved away from his position and faced you, there was a frown of confusion but also of relief. "Y/N?"
"Joel?"
After Tommy and Joel cleared that you weren't infected, Joel took you back to his house. The ride back was more like an interrogation, no one's ever heard from you -- not like people knew who you were.
You weren't as sociable as Joel, though he's not one himself, but he had friends. You mostly kept to yourself, even back in the Quarantine Zone, the only person you could let in your life was Joel.
"So where have you been all this time?" Joel asked, pouring a glass of whiskey for you. "I haven't seen you in... what, 5 years?"
You took a sip of the liquor. "I've just been around. Trying to survive, don't really have a goal in mind."
He nodded, "How did you uh.. how did you get out?"
You smiled bitterly. "When you left, a lot of people suddenly started disappearing. I didn't know if they just started killing people or what, but something in me snapped and decided I didn't want to live like that anymore."
"So I sneaked out. It wasn't easy, but I followed some guys and got out." You continued, "Made some friends along the way, lost some.. and here I am."
"How'd you find this place?" Tommy asked.
His suspicious tone didn't go unnoticed by you. "I grew up in Jackson. I just wanted to go home, didn't know there'd be survivors here."
"There's quite a few of us here. It's not much, but we survive." Joel explained. "Tommy, go talk to Maria for me. Y/N can meet her after a night's rest."
You raised a brow at Joel's demands, but said nothing. Tommy did as he was told and left you and Joel alone.
Joel didn't say anything. He just took in the sight of you, he couldn't believe you're alive. The Y/N he knew 5 years ago did not know how to fight, let alone survive in the wild.
You were also looking at Joel in return. He looked much older, but that was definitely not a bad thing. If anything he looked even hotter. Joel seemed more careful, but also more open at the same time. You didn't know his story for the past 5 years, but it definitely took a toll on him.
"Joel?"
"Hey," Joel greeted, a wary glance around the corner. "Mind if I come in?"
"No, of course not."
Joel was already a friend. He offered you oxy one time but you didn't want it. Everyone had trouble sleeping at that point, but you figured you'd rather be awake than numb the pain.
That sparked an interesting conversation with the man.
"Everything okay?"
Joel sighed, "I'm leaving tomorrow night. You might not see me again."
"...oh." You didn't know what to say. "Good luck."
He nodded, "I just wanted to tell you.. cause.. I guess in case you'd be wondering where I went."
"Thanks."
Joel gave you one last look before leaving. "If you ever get out of here one day... I hope we meet again."
Joel left you to shower and prepared your room. He'd get you your own place tomorrow, but since it's late you'll just have to stay at his for a night.
He brought your bag into your room and noticed an empty bullet case that you turned into a keychain. He recognized that bullet -- it was the one he gave you and had carved your name on it as a birthday gift.
"Thanks for letting me stay here." You said, not noticing what Joel was looking at.
"You still have it." Joel commented, motioning to the bullet case.
"Ah.. yeah. It's important to me. I keep it as a lucky charm." You explained, a blush slowly made its way to your cheeks. "I killed a clicker with it, had to search for the case too, but it's worth it."
Joel sat on the bed next to you. His hand holding your face while he examined every nook and cranny. You can feel your heart racing, but you've never felt more at home.
You lean into his touch and Joel took your hand, bringing it to his lips. "I'm glad you're okay."
You admitted. "I've missed you. So much."
"Me too, darling. Me too." Joel captured your lips with his, tongues dancing hungrily for the amount of years you both missed.
You climbed onto Joel's lap while his hands roamed around your body, trying to get you out of your clothes. He stopped when he came across a new scar -- and there was a lot.
"I know," You sighed, "they're not pretty to look at."
"Don't kid yourself, sweetheart." He whispered, "All of these scars... you're a fighter, a survivor. It shows that you're brave, and I love every. single. one. of. them." He said in between kisses.
"Joel..."
"Yes, princess?"
You gave him a knowing look. Of course Joel knew what it meant, what you wanted, what you needed. It was just like old times.
While Joel was in the shower, you took it upon yourself to check the pictures in his room. There was one of him and Sarah, and there was another one of him with another girl.
Does Joel have another daughter? Ellie's her name, you saw the note on the back. There was also his guitar, his books, he didn't really change.. not that you know of.
"You know curiosity killed the cat." Joel said as he took you by surprise from behind. "What were you looking at, huh?"
You chuckled. "Just some pictures, tried to figure out who you are now before I can ask questions."
"All you gotta do is ask." Joel smiled, putting on his shirt.
You leaned against his table while he laid on his bed. "Something easy first. What have you been doing for the last 5 years?"
Joel explained his journey (short version) of meeting Ellie, losing friends, their bond, and you could tell he loved the girl as if she was his own daughter.
"My turn."
"Ugh, haven't you guys interrogated me enough already?"
"That was the official stuff. Now it's me who's asking." He had a smile on his face, but it faltered. "You said you made friends and lost them too. Tell me about that."
You pursed your lips and sat next to him. "His name was James. He saved me when I was surrounded, and we camped together. He was a good friend, but he got bit." You sighed, "He begged me to end his suffering.. So I did."
Joel knew you were just telling the story without really telling him what happened, but he didn't want to pressure you. He really just wanted to know what you've been through.
"I'm sorry, darling." He kissed your forehead. "Similar thing happened to Tess. She got infected while we were trying to transport Ellie. She sacrificed herself and saved us."
You held each other for a little while. Losing friends was part of life now, it was normal, but it was still a loss.
"Um, next question." Joel changed the subject. "Are you staying here? In Jackson? Would you like to?"
You haven't thought about that. You don't know where to go, cause your first goal was just to arrive in Jackson. Now that people are living here... should you join them?
"You know you're welcome to stay. And... I'd like it if you'd stay."
"Can I answer that with a question?"
Joel didn't protest.
"Are your feelings still the same?"
He smiled longingly, cupping your face with his hands again. "It hasn't changed for me, darling. Both have changed as people, so if that means getting to know you all over again.. I'd do it all over again."
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓻 𝓮 𝓫 𝓲 𝓻 𝓽 𝓱 ,
⠀ ⠀ “sometimes we are killed and we don't realize it
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ so tell me, you're dead rn?”
( 💬 ) i want to talk about your most recent rebirth. if it doesn't resonate try to choose another option!
the lovers
for some people who chose the lovers card i see that they have gone through a rebirth and others have not yet. but the context of the rebirth of both parts will be the same, have you ever had the feeling that the events are the same and only the characters change? then. rebirth for this pile comes through a passion. basically i see that after a disappointment in love you fell, maybe you missed opportunities because of someone and after that disappointment you tried to get back up. the beginning may have been difficult, today you may feel like you must work hard and there may be regrets in your heart too. after the rebirthing process did you acquire new skills to deal with pain and with your life, your studies, career, dreams? you will be successful. each person has a reason to be reborn and all are valid and understood. and for you who chose this pile and are in love with someone at the moment make sure you take off yours pink glasses and see all the things for what they are, be realistic and spare yourself from people who make it clear that they are not on the same wavelength as you.
the tower
your rebirth happened when you lost an important person in your life, i see that person is on another plane. i feel masculine energy, father, grandfather, brother... (for some people i see that it may have been a change, they – or you moved for far – may have moved to another city or country and for others i see that a family member has died) i feel that it may have been 2 people in some cases. there is something striking about this situation that is still present in you, in the farewell... yes, from a farewell you were never the same and know that you were reborn at that very moment! you may have felt helpless, as if you were numb or as if the ground was cracking under your feet. don't worries, you'll be feel better.
death
for this pile see that rebirth has connection with spiritual awakening. it's like the cards tell me a story. so if you identify with this stack and resonate, pay attention to what i'm going to say next and see which stage you are at right now. "suddenly you realized that you are in a bad way, in such a way that you can no longer control it or understand very much why you feel that way in some moments. it relieves your pain and then you feel a little motivated and hopeful to move on. this motivation will make you more open to things of spirituality, and then you wake up and discover your mediumship (some of you can predict the future) – for some people finally get to know more about a spirit guide –" i see that this awakening tends to improve your life in general. new ideas emerging, new dreams, great partnerships, great friends. do you want to travel, change your room or organize something? you will. positive for the financial, very positive! your rebirth and spiritual awakening are in perfect alignment, your paths are clear.
random: financial problems? connect with your spirit guide, he has something to say to you.
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AAHHH thank you thank you for answering my tiefling ask! Ardour is a pleasure! Could you write some more on him? Maybe about his fantasys?
Top 5 🔥HOTTEST🔥 fantasies that tiefling guys😈 keep secret from you😲? (GONE WRONG😱) (GONE SEXUAL!!🥵)
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I'm happy you liked him, I'd love to talk more about him.
Worship kink / switch
He doesn't want to admit how much he admires humans in secret. All your beautiful inventions, the soul moving art and breathtaking architecture.
The temples you build for your gods that made all other races' temples obsolete in comparison. Humans are in high demand when it comes to the heavens. They make the most devoted paladins, the most overzealous clerics. The bread and butter of the whole holy ordeal, genuinely believing in the cause and ready to throw their life away for it.
Humans devotion is no joke, it outweights stars in its mass at times.
Ardour wants it all.
Dreams of it, fantasies about it. How docile and obedient you'd look kneeling before his throne, wearing the best armour with the most beautiful carvings. While at night you'd be clad in sinful outfits, silk barely hiding your intimate parts as you await him at his chambers.
Sadly, this isn't the medieval ages, and he can barely afford rent, let alone real silk.
No, he has his stupid lectures where stupid human professers passively explain lessons while he pays zero attention, getting distracted whenever they bend over or unbutton the top of their blouse.
It's so stupid. He has demon blood in him! He shouldn't be getting scolded for missing another assignment. They should be kneeling at his feet!
Yet humans hold all the authority positions in all cities. Human leaders, political figures, and army commanders. They have expanded so much that there is no corner on this earth where you could run to without bumping into a human thinking they can order you around.
What he hates the most, is that he's into it. As much as he dreams about being the one wearing the crown, the aching between his legs whenever he imagines you keeping him on a leash tells another story.
Fuck your kind is so cool. How did you come up with all of those ideas? How are you this creative? So brave and adventurous...so...preveted and ready to fuck anything with self awareness. Letting orcs breed you, allowing dragons to use your like fleshlights, seducing assimars and demons alike.
Why does he feel the need to please you whenever you're around? Why does he feel lesser and below you? Why does he enjoy it so much?
The way he scurries to fetch you a drink whenever you even hint at being thirsty, the way he priorities you over his studies and immediately asnwers your calls/texts.
He wants to be the dangerous tiefling making the naive human desperate for his attention, how the fuck did he end up being the one wrapped around your finger?
He failed a couple of exams when you booty dialled him at 3AM. because you were horny and even the thought of refusing felt like sin scorching his throat.
It annoys him.
All thoughts leave his brain the second you open the door, wearing nothing but a shirt, which makes the overpriced Uber ride here actually worth it.
It's like a switch flips in his brain and he immediately wants to serve you. Let him taste you, please please let him eat you out. He'll beg and cry if you want, he needs his sharp teeth biting up your thighs right now or he will lose his mind.
Ardour's mouth is the first to betray him in every scenario. Every lewd thought and preveted desire is spoken out loud between mouthfulls of cum he swallows down. Exposing how much he kept leaking in his pants during the ride here just by thinking about you, fisting his cock while describing how he saves every selfie you send him for jerk off material.
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Degrading your kind, saying all humans are nothing but dumb sluts who need to learn their place whilst he's on his knees, grinding against your leg.
You pull him by the horns to shut him up by pushing his mouth against your wet heat.
Foot fetish
This one ties to the worship kink.
Is he ashamed of the fact a footjob gets him cumming in record time? Yeah, a lot actually.
But his brain doesn't have the capability of shame when he gets to kiss your ankles, forked tongue licking up and down your leg. The humiliation of the act itself is its biggest appeal to his libido, arousal pooling inside him as he holds your foot between his claws and digs against the skin.
Part of him wants to eat you alive. Gnaw at your flesh and bite to the bone of your meaty leg.
Fuck why are humans so plump?
So he settles for a taste, a show of submission. Your ankle is his favourite part to pay attention to, it's so fragile and easy to break. It's one of the weakest parts of the human body.
Each time he has his mouth on it, he can picture it crystal clear.
Biting down.
The crunching sound.
The fantasy makes him whimper against your feet, sucking harder on your skin. Lifting your leg up and kissing the sensitive area at the underside of your knee where the skin is the most sensitive. With each graze of his razor teeth against it, your heart skips a beat as primal fear mixes with arousal.
Ardour also likes the rough feeling of your heel grinding between his legs, be it you applying pressure on it or him grabing your foot and forcing it against his cock.
The leaking cum dripping down on your foot, leaving it all sticky and messy as he gets off on the disgusted look on your face. Looking down at him like he's an idiot, like he's a filthy fiend beneath you. He's tempted to lick the cum off of your foot clean just to be degraded more for how disgusting he is.
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Does he have a folder on his phone exclusive to pictures of your bare legs? Of curious he does Doesn't.
Public sex
Despite all the loser stereotypes he falls under, he's actually someone who enjoys being in public.
...maybe a bit too much.
What matters is that he scoffs at the anti-social virgin incels who stay glued to their computer all day. No shit they can't find a date if they're busy gooning it out to pornbots on twitter, maybe touch some grass and get some bitches?
Is what he says when he goes out and attempts to flirt with humans in the area after paying for a full course flirting tutorial from a pick-up artist, watching a sigma motivational video on youtube, and asking for advice on reddit, in that order.
He fails. A lot.
After he scores you, it feels better than wining the lottery as he swears up and down that it was all the effort and lessons which helped him, definitely not just you taking pity on a rando in a dating app.
At least he stopped approaching strangers now. Other humans are hot duh, but he's not going to fucking fumble this bag by even insinuating he's interested in anyone other than you.
Even if another human approaches him, no thank you. He is locked on, he has you now, and the world will have to claw you out of his cold, dead hands!
So now, he brings you to the public instead. He can't afford expensive restaurants, so your dates consist of fast food joints, the park and...campus library? He has a subscription card there that he wants to use before it expires.
The dates start off as innocent enough, but you can't help but feel his glances increasing in frequency the more time goes on.
His touches start to linger. Ardour's tail swishing around before he suddenly wraps it around his leg as he stiffens.
He's getting hard in public.
It's just...you're sitting here all beautiful in front of him, how is he supposed not to get turned on?
Especially when all the other humans who pass by give the two of you a second look. They know you're with a tiefling from the way he's possessively sticking to your side. Ardour thinks about how they know you're together, fuck what if they imagine you two fucking? Everyone in here knows he's getting you gasping under him in bed.
At least in his brain.
"A tiefling and a human, how scandalous...for you."
"They probably think you're a whore for dating a fiend you know? Humans never liked my kind."
"My bite marks are still visible on your neck..come on don't hide them. I want others to see."
"That one scowled at me. Ha, she probably wonders if I'm manipulating you into sleeping with me."
You either take him to a bathroom and fuck him, or he'll start getting more bolder and shameless in front of everyone.
He won't fucking shut up.
Now the librarian is giving the two of you nervous glances.
Oh, he will take it as far as he can. Last time, his tail was busy flicking against your sensitive heat under the table while you struggled to order food. Another time, he was bold enough to pull you into his lap in the middle of the park, squeeze and fondle your chest while biting your neck.
Being seen in the public with you does something to his brain and makes it leak braincells alongside his regard for the law.
It's like it's his life mission to prove every bad stereotype about tieflings right, out of spite. Each time an elderly couple of elves scowl at him hugging you, he wants to fuck you in front of them and show them that there is nothing they can do.
They can think of him as filthy as they want, they can paint him to he a sinful devil as much as they want. Because. They. Can't. Do. Shit.
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You chose him with all of his suppoded filth and sins. You chose to be with him and he wants to show the whole world how this human is willingly letting a tiefling fuck them, how humanity still repeats its mistakes of playing with fire.
The tree huggers should stay busy clutching their pearls and not get near his human.
Blood kink
....listen he doesn't mean to have that one. Like he genuinely doesn't even know why he has it, he's not even into any extreme kinks-
Okay that's just a bunch of lies.
You had a nosebleed one time, and he purposely was late in getting a tissue so it'd trickle down your lips and chin. He came back eventually but refused to hand it to you.
Instead, he dapped it under your nose while licking the blood up your chin and lapping at your lips. The metallic taste went down his throat like ambrosia as his tongue slipped between your lips, making you taste your own life essence.
His tail curled around you, clawed hands pulling you against him as the tissue fell to the ground. Blood dripping down again and mixing with the kiss Ardour's melting into.
You tasted as divine as he imagined. Some demons do enjoy the taste of souls. He's just a tiefling, so he doesn't have the faintest idea how to get one, let alone eat it, but your blood held a hint of life in it.
He's not going to drink your blood. He's not some vampire. Actually, he thinks he might need to visit emergency care if he does it.
It's just that he always wondered why infernal pacts were signed with blood. Why names were carved into flesh, why the hells had this obsession with the souls of the living.
But oh, now he understands.
He won't bite you. He's too much of a scaredy cat for that. Lowkey he thinks all humans are fragile things, and if he breathes too hard in your general direction, then you might collapse.
But if you happened to get a papercut, a nose bleed, a scrapped knee.
He's more than happy to be of assistant.
Lapping up at the wound with his forked tongue, moaning against your flesh as he savours the taste of your life escaping your vessels. Into him.
Fuck it's going inside him, he's literally taking your life.
Oh he's just being so mean, isn't he? He shouldn't do that to poor humans, he shouldn't find your taste this appealing.
The bloodline of Beelzabul pumps through his heart.
A beat
Faster
And faster.
He wants to eat you.
He won't. He can't. It's weird. Blood is gross.
But he is gross. He is already filthy and a creep, he's already labeled a sinner.
So why not worship at your shrine for forgiveness? He will grovel for repentance as much as you want, let you grind down on his cock with your heel as much as you like.
Just let him keep lapping at your wounds like a dog until they close and heal. Let him indulge in the heritage he should be ashamed of.
He is so so weak and the call of your flesh is so so sweet.
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Horn pulling
Ardour is someone who takes extreme care of his horns. Like most tieflings, It's his pride and joy.
Various accessories to match his outfits, polishing and shining them to bring out their vibrant colours. He especially puts in more effort after the two of you start hanging out because of your clear affinity for them.
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So why would he let anyone pull them? Isn't that counterproductive?
Have you ever built a wooden brick tower just to tear it down?
A sandcastle for the waves to wash away?
A beautifully wrapped present to tear open?
Just like you keep having to replace the clothes he keeps accidentally tearing with his claws from excitement, he too keeps making his horns presentable for you to ruin them time after time.
Starting slow, circling your fingerpads around the sharp tips. Squeezing it between your thumb and pointer and watching him shudder. Flicking it as his eyes go wide from the delicious vibration running down.
Wrapping your soft human hand around it, so chubby in comparison to his boney rigged hand. Feeling up and down his horns, giving him the pretense of safety as he fully embraces what's about to come.
You tighten your fist around it, tapping your nail against its hard surface.
A rough tug follows.
Ardour takes a sharp breath as his knees shake on the floor, his face buried in your lap with his arms wrapping under your knees.
You could go for hours and pull all kinds of embarrassing sounds out of him. Make him sing beautifully with his moans and whimpers as you sit dignified on the couch, toying with his horns while he's becoming a mess below.
It gets him to become loud in bed too, whenever he's drunk on the feeling of your insides squeezing his cock and you harshly pull on his horns. He's baring his teeth and looking feral at you, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as you see the clear signs of hunger in his wide firely pupils amdist the black cornea.
You know he won't hurt it, you, but it's hard to convince your human instincts of that fact when his teeth look sharper than any scalpel. When he's slamming himself inside you of body like it's his only purpose.
When he won't stop babbling about how much of a puny human you are. Weak and helpless in comparison to him. How you either have a death wish or secretary are as much of a freak as he is to allow another species to fuck you like this.
You know his kind could devour you? The bad reputation of tieflings didn't fall out of the fucking sky for no reason. Every rumour held an ounce of truth in it.
All the stories they told you about the corruption bad evil race, the scary horned demon decadents.
Ardour's tail wrapping around to fit insides your wet hole, fucking you alongside his cock as you clench around it.
"Keep your grip on my horns, human. If you let go again, I might just eat you."
Sending you over the edge, tugging at his horns through your orgasm with desperation as his thrusts stutter from the intense way your insides spasm.
Pouring himself inside you, hot liquid filling you up as his tail slithers out of your used hole. Sticky and covered in his own cum.
He doesn't pull out. Intense gaze meeting your own as the tip of his tail nudges your lips, urging you to lick his mess up.
"Please." He pleads, all powerful a second ago and now nothing but meak and desperate. "Please, I want you to taste me....us. both of us."
Looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars, how could you refuse?
Collapsing on top of you afterwards. Cock being warmed by your insides and plugging you full. Ardour cuddles you closer, littering kisses up your neck.
He thanks you for being with him, letting him do this. Treating him...with warmth. The hells fire runs through his veins, and yet you're the warmest thing he has ever felt.
Falling asleep together, holding you tightly during the night.
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Some fluffy facts to balance things out
Wonders how humans function without tails for balance or horns. Says your kind is clumsy because of it so it's his job to catch you if you trip.
If you meet another tiefling, you'd realise how much of an edgelord he is in comparison to how chill they are. He denies it and says all tiefling should be like him and stop pandering to humans by pretending to be goody two shoes. He says that while sitting with numb legs because his cat is sleeping on his lap and he refuses to move.
Actually, he knows infernal. It's a little broken, but he's trying his best between all the late night studying he has to do for his tests. His dream is to get a matching tattoo with you in infernal. Definitely tries using it during sex but gets embarrassed from his bad pronunciation and stops.
He loves human Halloween and thinks it's the best holiday ever. Who gives a shit about the pissed vampires saying it's weird for the humans to dress up like them? Really wants to do matching outfits with you.
On that note, you can easily convince him to cosplay. He had an anime phase as a teen but forced himself to stop in order to get into the "alpha sigma" mindest for college and pull cute humans.
Flames people in online games and is generally a very bad teammate, gets banned frequently. If you play with him, he becomes worse because he tries to show off to you but ends up ruining everything.
Thinks porn is for losers. he doesn't see anything wrong with having a folder of your saved selfies to jerk off to. Hey, it's not porn! At least his brain isn't rotted like those weirdos on human fetish forums.
What do you mean how does he know what that is? Uh...don't worry about it.
He's banned anyway.
But the idiots forgot to ban his alt so.
Actually watches the tiktoks you send him. Yes all of them.
his own fyp is filled with work 24/7 grindest ones that he secrelty hates but thinks they help him. Watching the entertaining ones you send him is actually the most fun he has on the app.
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I'm sorry.
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kageyama tobio.
kageyama doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance.
in fact, he doesn't have any— maybe a little bit— but mostly no, and yet still, he doesn't refuse whenever someone offers him a drink. you've been over this many times, telling him that drinking is not volleyball and continuing to drink probably won't improve his tolerance, though your effort is of no avail.
because if it were, you wouldn't have been standing inside a restaurant-bar at eleven pm, watching the alder's trying to get a hold of an almost-passed-out kageyama tobio, who, for some reason, smiles the moment you enter his currently blurry field of vision.
"we're sorry you had to come here this late," ushijima apologises while you throw kageyama's arms over your shoulder, making sure he doesn't fall because of the lack of sense of balance. "i could've dropped him home but he insisted on going with you,"
which is another reason why you want him to stop drinking.
while being your best friend makes him one of your top priorities, it absolutely doesn't mean he can call you at the most ungodly hours and have you pick him up after heavy drinking sessions. and even if he does, he can at least try to be a little decent and cooperate instead of saying that you're the one who's drunk and he will drive you back to your place and even look after you for the rest of the night.
"tobio, i don't think i'm the one who needs supervision today," a sigh escapes your lips as you manage to get him on the back seat of your car.
"i will look after you so, don't worry," he replies in a chanting tone.
it's quiet now.
you steal a glance at him through the front-view mirror. kageyama is busy basking in the city noise and street lights. cold winds brush past the rosy dust on his cheeks, his blueberry eyes telling a story of a million stars under the crescent moon, as if they're communicating in a language so foreign for the humankind to comprehend.
these are the moments when you realise that one could ask why you like kageyama, and you could give a thousand reasons why you're actually in love with him.
"do you know, we lost today," he speaks above the blaring horns of vehicles. kageyama sounds sober, or maybe it's just the mood that has gotten him in such tones.
"is that why you drank too much?" while your works keep up with his', your mind is busy focusing on driving as your filter through the traffics. on other days, the roads would've been quieter, a little emptier. though, the weekends are not.
kageyama exhales heavily. "maybe,"
and it gets quiet once again.
kageyama isn't a talkative person in the first place. he has always been the quieter one, the person who succeeds in silence, finds solace in lack of noise, but having him stay quiet next to you feels out of place. the reason is far away from the usual 'he talks a lot when he warms up to the people,' because in most cases, it's not true, and it wasn't for you either.
none of you talked properly until a year or two ago, and just when you had started getting to know each other, you had to move to veinna for an exchange student programme you applied to; and ironically enough, you bumped into each other at a bar a few months earlier. turns out, kageyama only ever talks if he has a lot on his mind. he distracts himself by striking conversations, but when he's quiet, his mind is empty, and he ends up overthinking, blaming himself for things that weren't his fault.
but, you realise you can't do anything, so you let the rest of the ride pass by in heavy silence.
"are you still thinking about the match?" the question leaves your mouth the moment you park in front of his flat, holding the door open for him to get out the car. "it's fine, winning and losing are by products. what matters is that you gave your best,"
it's funny because you're in no position to say that when you frown upon the exact same things. winning and losing, despite being secondary to effort and hard work, mean more to people. no one cares what you've gone through, or what you are going through. no one cares about the process, they care about the product. it's one of the new things that make you feel that you and kageyama aren't so different, after all, despite being polar opposites.
kageyama and you have been on opposite tracks ever since the day you met, and it doesn't even have to do with your zodiacs and personality— you don't like sports, while he earns off them— and, you don't know how you both got to a point where he's the person you trust blindly and you're the one he seeks for in the dead of the nights. it's something that comforts you while reminding you how you both have completely different worlds. perhaps, it's in the habits and insecurities that follow, or the simple realisation that kageyama is a star while you're just a planet revolving around.
there's a line between him and you that's stopping you from entering his world, and vice-versa.
"tobio," you call him again, putting an extra emphasis to get his head out of the pool of self-depreciating thoughts he's drowning into.
"i'm thinking about something else," you unluck his door, he turns around to face you, "i'm thinking about you,"
he settles his eyes on you, fixating them there for a better look as if he has never seen you before. kageyama doesn't get out of the car and instead, spends the next five minutes staring at you as you stare back at him with the same interest, or perhaps more, before he breaks into a soft chuckle. "you're cute,"
and his words leave you speechless.
you don't want to overthink and assume a complete different meaning of his words, changing the trajectory of your relationship— which is actually what you want but, not this way— you decide to play along. "well, i believe i'm more than just cute for being the one to pick you up whenever you're wasted—"
"and pretty," a pause follows, one that makes you forget how to breathe. "you're beautiful, and smart— maybe not smart, or a little bit smart— and you always listen to me despite having your own problems, you have a good alcohol tolerance which balances us out— i don't know what i'm saying," your heart skips a beat, "i think i'm in love with you,"
"you're drunk, tobio,"
"no, no— listen," but he insists, taking a step towards you with the most troubled expression because you are not getting him— it's makes complete sense in his head. "you're like a perfect set, like, like the one that makes my heart skip a beat and makes me so nervous but also puts me at ease and is the reason— no wait, fuck, i mean—"
"you don't know what you're saying," you interject with a chuckle, trying to put up a normal front while in reality, you're losing sense of everything because kageyama is confessing to you; and, it's both an honour and a shame because he is intoxicated at the moment.
"i don't," he exhales.
kageyama falls quiet once again. there's dejection on his face along with hints of desperation to voice his exact feelings, to make sure you understand how he feels about you, and you know his words couldn't me clearer, but he is drunk. you know better than trusting saccharine words laced with smell of alcohol, although you would've already kissed him if you were braver and he was sober.
"but i really love you," he speaks up again, chanting the same words as a mantra, "i really do love you,"
"you should g—"
"more than volleyball," it's serious, he wants you to know, because kageyama told you that volleyball was his first love, and now he puts you above it.
another step towards, his hands brush against yours before he links he index finger with yours. you almost give in, almost, finding it hard to control yourself through the close proximity between him and you. it feels like the time has stopped when his eyes settle on your lips. you find yourself getting drunk on the alcohol in the breathe, or the way his lips are barely centimeters away from yours. "i love you,"
your hands rake up his chest, a moment of regret floods over your mind, you push kageyama away. "say that again when you're sober,"
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ALL ABOUT YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE - TAROT READING
CHOOSE YOUR FAVORITE FRIDA KAHLO
Disclaimer: Don't blame me for maybe not listening to something you'd like to hear, I just say what the cards show me, english is not my first language so there may be spelling mistakes, I'm sorry
Pile 1
His future is in a very delicate situation, I see who are very flawed as you can see, he presents financial stability, and this shows a good professional position that he conquered and this ended up making people seeing him with so much envy even the people closest to him don't like his success side, I see a stormy side in his life, where he doesn't know what to do, because he has a great bond with his emotional side, he don´t use often your rational side.
He's a mature person, doesn't like fights and may be older than you. I can also see that he is very affectionate but doesn't know how to show it very well, he looks like a cold person but is very soft hearted. lots of male energy.
He probably has problems at home, doesn't get along with a family member (maybe a male figure) who constantly disapproves of him and is very hard on him. Big problems in sight but it will come out of this and be fine
You will meet him when he start to know how to deal with the afflicts now, I see that he is going hand in hand with you and, you will be great partners. you are at the moment, you are getting to know each other when
he moves to another city, will meet by chance, but it was fate.
Make him see who is true in your life because there is falsehood from all sides around him and don't fall into provocations because before he met you, he was more naive but you instructed him to see things clearly, don't be too jealous and unprotected from envy.
i started this reading and felt a very good smell in the air. wow, he really has a lot to say.
Pile 2
I see that you will meet they in something new, it could be a co-worker, a new college colleague, or a neighbor, a new colleague of your friend, is a person with a free spirit and adventurous, detached , may be younger that you, you feel that this person has not had a troubled term in they life and I feel that have one person in they life that does not accept you, or it may be from the family that is very much against the relationship, can be a ex too. I see that things will develop quickly, you and they will get engaged or live together in months, I would say that in less than a year you guys will live together or getting married, I see misfortunes and immaturity on both sides but they will know how to deal with these adversities because have a lot love each other very much, I see you and they will grow financially together, you are the his adventure partner and I see him becoming more committed to things after meeting you. much, much, much love.
It was a fast read because this person's energy is like "I don't have time for this but I love you, hope to meet you soon, take care and feel my big kiss" hahaha a fun person I would say.
They can be earth sign, you can open a business together, this person can be a foreigner and you can also meet they in a trip.
Pile 3
This person knows how to live life in a good way, knows how to be kind to himself and will teach you that. You can be the same age or close age, and that person will be very romantic, you know those fairy tales where a gentleman with a white horse comes to save you? because your person is exactly like that, I see you receiving flowers, being pampered, traveling together and happy with great harmony. He can give you good news, but I feel like he needs to work some area in their lives to evolve together in the relationship, he need to let something go, and you, well I have GREAT advice: be careful with someone in your life, big cruelty coming from that person , it could be someone in your family, learn to defend yourself, know that you need to love yourself and you don't deserve to be treated like trash, you deserve more, end this toxic relationship that you have with or never show this person about your life, if you don't do that, all the beautiful relationship you have with your future spouse will end, I also see him being very protective with you, probably, my little roxinol, have a lot problems in your life too, but now it's time to be happy, love yourself first to love him later, don't worry, your love will wait for you.
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— Fahrenheit Part Three ( bangchan x reader )
rated - mature | minors dni
parts - one, two, three
warnings - idol universe, name changed idols (ones unrelated to skz), mature themes, drug use, alcohol use, sexual themes, mentions of mental illness, slight angst, internet bullying and harassment
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The biting chill of New York City doesn't stop the crowd from forming outside the Mixer nightclub. Glittering dresses cling to shivering bodies, and the line snakes around the corner. Men with cross earrings, edgy tattoos, and silky updos chat, their breath visible in the frigid air. My Uber Black rolls up to the front, and I observe the scene.
Despite being a newcomer, I am now qualified to step into this world. Retrieving my phone from my black clutch, my coffin-shaped nails tap out a message to Jake.
outside now
As I glance out the window, I ponder if the Uber driver's patience stems from the luxury vehicle or my personality. People treat you differently when they think you have something they don't – that disingenuous feeling irks me. I haven't changed; I am still the same person without a record deal or viral singles. The driver doesn’t even likely care that far—if I’m paying for an Uber black, dressed the way I am, I must be somebody.
Rarely stepping out, recognition brings a wave of anxiety. Medication eases my nerves tonight. A text from Jake illuminates my screen.
out front?
yeah where else would I be?
private entrance in the back.
He double-texts.
ill get you from there
“Oh?” I voice my surprise. Leaning toward the driver, I request, “Can you take me to the back, please? This is the wrong entrance.”
With a nod, the driver obliges, and we pull away. Eyes follow the tinted windows, curious about the occupant. The relief washes over me; a private entrance awaits.
As we circle around, a black door with a colossal bouncer in a sleek black suit comes into view. Standing over six feet tall with broad shoulders and flowing black hair in a ponytail, he exudes an imposing presence. Stepping out of the truck, I smooth my little black dress.
I hate dresses.
“Hi,” I greet the bouncer with a friendly smile and wave, but his stoic response hints at slim chances of entry.
There’s no way he’s letting me in here.
Just as I am about to ask, the door swings open. Jake emerges, looking more expensive than the other night at my house. In a satin cream-colored outfit, he leaves the top unbuttoned over a black tank. Sunglasses push into his styled hair, makeup accentuating his eyes and flawless skin.
“What’s up, beautiful?” he greets, arms outstretched, a confident smile on his lips as he embraces me. I pull away, handing him his knitted hat from my clutch.
“You almost had me fucked,” I say, referring to the way he carelessly left it at my place, after being adamant about no evidence of another guy being there.
“Aww, sweetheart, if he didn't fuck you after flying across the country, I hope you're here to tell me you two broke up.” Jake chuckles, taking the hat.
“You know what I mean,” I reply through clenched teeth. “It’s freezing. Take me inside—”
“Jake?!” A girl's voice jolts me. “Jake Wong?!” Two girls emerge, probably aware of the private entrance and eager for a chance encounter. The bouncer moves to intervene, but Jake waves him off, effortlessly engaging the girls in conversation.
One of them jumps excitedly, phone in hand. “Oh my god, can we get a photo? Please? I'm obsessed with your new album!”
The other rambles on, “I went to see you on tour twice! In Dallas and in Jersey, do you remember me? We met afterwards at the hotpot restaurant!”
“Of course, I remember you, beautiful. How could I forget such a pretty face? Come on, let’s take a group shot.” Jake signals the bouncer to be their photographer, dropping his shades back over his eyes. He positions himself between the two girls, arms around their shoulders as they hug him closely, posing with big smiles and peace signs.
“It’s cold out tonight, you should keep yourself warm—here.” Jake hands one of the girls the knitted beanie, and she can barely contain her excitement as she steps in place.
Officially never have to worry about that again.
I slip into the club before anyone else notices me. Being photographed with Jake would only attract more attention, and I'm not a k-pop idol; it would only lead to unnecessary questions.
Chris would've advised against coming, but he's not my keeper. Jake is a good friend, guiding me through this lifestyle. Chris, who spends most of his time in Korea, can't offer the same advice as Jake, who's immersed in American media.
Speaking of which, I get a notification on my phone.
babydaddy: *2 attachments*
babydaddy: it rained last night and the streets looked like that painting in your bedroom
babydaddy: I know it's random, but it’s real artsy. Might try my hand at photography hahaha
Cool air rushes in as Jake returns. He pushes his glasses back up atop his head. “Sorry about that, you good?”
“Yeah, I just... these places give me anxiety. Too many people, you can hardly move, you know? I don’t really club anymore. It’s not as fun as it used to be.” I hold my phone close.
��You don’t have to worry about that with me. The VIP section here doesn’t get like that. Come on, you've been in that house too long.” Jake takes my wrist, and I follow him, glancing at my phone and opening the photo attachments from Chris.
Wherever Chris was when he took the photos, it’s empty, the dead silent of night. It looks like an alleyway, with neon signs and storefronts. Their glow reflects on the pavement like glittering lucky coins.
A small smile stretches my lips, and I lock the phone, almost tripping and ripping my wrist away from Jake, slapping his arm. “Careful, asshole!” I chide. He shoots back, “Get off your phone and maybe you can be careful too.”
He’s not wrong.
Now, back in my environment, I notice a red rope blocking an open doorway. The music is louder, and I wonder how much louder it can get once we’re inside. Were clubs always this loud? I can hardly remember. I’m not that old, am I?
Ugh. This might totally be Jake’s thing, not mine.
Another bouncer. I know their job is to protect the wealthy and influential, but do they all have to be so massive? Where do they find these guys? He steps aside, unhooking the rope by its golden clasp, and I enter, this time voluntarily clutching onto Jake’s arm and pressing my body as close to his as possible.
Sure enough, the VIP section, and this club in general, is a dazzling spectacle. Talk about over-the-top—the mirrored ceilings above the booths reflect the money and gold bars encased in the clear flooring. Crystallized lighting sconces stand outside each booth, offering an option to be covered by a curtain, with lavish black velvet couches inside each. In the darkness, I can't discern individual colors; it's so dark that I'm surprised Jake can navigate us to his table. Even the sconces emit a barely-there, almost tea-light glow.
As I arrive, I see several other folks sitting around—some laughing and talking, others engrossed in their phones. Suddenly, a strange and familiar voice pierces the music, prompting me to let go of Jake as he greets another artist.
Oh, I know this guy. Well, I don’t know him, but I sure do recognize his wavy hair and tattooed arms and hands proudly displayed on the visible parts of his skin showing from his wifebeater top.
“What’s up, Jake?! Inju said you were here, I said—I gotta go say what’s up to my boy!”
It’s an infamously problematic former idol that runs in these circles parallel to Jake in America. Known for shameless and repeated counts of cultural appropriation from black American culture, amongst other questionable moral offenses. He was all but exiled from Korea years ago but seemed to have become even bigger on his own in America and internationally too.
“Good to see you, Ray,” Jake replies, confirming my suspicions.
Ray Park.
I look around, but I see no flashes, no cameras, not even any phones directed in our direction. I’m still paranoid about being seen in any close proximity to Ray. I’m quite vain to believe anyone really cares that much about me, but because I’m new, I wanted to observe from the background more than anything else. See how things moved around these parts. I quietly step away while they converse, giving them privacy as I sit down on the couch. About an arm’s length away, there’s another girl. She’s beautiful, a girl with long black hair that falls into her lap. She’s on her phone, and I figure I might have a chance at talking to her to at least figure out where the alcohol is at. A little liquid courage could do me well right now; I feel way too uptight.
“Hey,” I say, raising my voice over the music as I lean over to her. She looks up with wide, glitter-lined eyes, her phone illuminating her blue dolly lenses. “You know where I can get any tequila?”
“Oh yeah! Gimmie a sec.” She jumps up, maybe a little too excitedly for the request, but I figure, that must be her personality. She seems cute. She tugs at the bottom of her silver dress to adjust it before she sidles over to the other side of the couch where a white guy in a fitted cap is sitting. I can see a tattoo going down the side of his neck, but otherwise, he’s pretty covered, including sunglasses. Something about him gives me stay away vibes. She whispers something in his ear, and he affirms her, standing up and nodding to Jake before leaving the section.
I'm confused; what does that mean?
She sits back down, smooths out her dress, and opens her clutch, pulling out what appears to be a very unusually tiny compact mirror. Maybe it’s the size of a quarter? No, that can’t be a compact mirror; it would be impossible to—
To my dismay, she dips the tip of her stiletto pinky nail into it once she flips the lid open and brings it to her nose, taking a big sniff and wriggling her nose after, sniffling a couple more times before dabbing her nose with the back of her hand delicately.
I immediately avert my gaze.
Oh, I’m in the trenches.
I start to feel uneasy. I pull my phone out and bring up my thread with Chris. I quickly type out a reply.
if you become a photographer, Hyunjin has some competition, those are gorgeous. I kinda wanna get them printed in canvas.
cute way to admit it was raining and you thought of me
I’m thinking of you too ;)
I tuck my phone away, feeling a bit more settled. Suddenly, there’s commotion on the opposite side of the VIP section. The DJ is playing air horn sound effects back to back, and then Jake’s newest single starts booming throughout the venue. He walks over to the balcony and begins waving, and I can hear all kinds of screams. I do love this song, and he’s certainly in his element, which I love to see. I stand up, unable to resist a good groove, and I inch my way out from the couch to have standing room.
More airhorns sound, and a bright flash emerges above the heads of everyone else. I'm confused for a split second until I notice they're sparklers.
“Oh shit?!” Jake exclaims, looking back at some members of his crew. “Which one of you?”
“Your girl!” a guy exclaims, pointing at me.
My eyes widen as I catch the error in his identification. Not only am I NOT Jake’s girl, but I am NOT responsible for the bottle girls making their way over here with what appears to be four bottles of…
Casamigos
Tequila.
But I didn’t mean--
I immediately shoot a look at the girl from earlier, but she’s already hugged up on another guy on the couch, holding her finger under his nose as he takes a suspiciously long, hard sniff. Jake enthusiastically embraces me, and I already knew he had been drinking, but now? It’s going to get worse.
“Jake, this is—a lot of attention. I didn’t know you were a special fucking guest here tonight.” I say close to his ear so he can hear me and just how annoyed I am. “I told you me and Chris just made up!”
His arm is around my waist as he leans down to pick up one of the bottles, already fitted with a metal spout. “What? You're not allowed to party without asking your stray kid?” He laughs, throwing back what looked to me to be quite the lengthy pour. “I’m kidding, I’m sure he wants you to have fun too, or is he a controlling, abusive boyfriend?”
“It’s not that, it’s just—“
“Open up,” he says, tilting his chin up at me as he holds the bottle in front of me. “C’mon, girl, live a little!”
I do want to drink. In fact, I’m the reason why four bottles of fucking tequila came prancing into the section to begin with. It’s private up here anyway; I’m being paranoid. This is what I convince myself.
I’m not doing anything wrong.
This is what I keep telling myself whenever I’m doing questionable shit morally.
But why do I keep challenging my morals?
What the fuck even are my morals?
Shaking my head, I let my head fall back, I open my mouth, and I take in as much tequila as I can manage before it’s just completely gross. For some reason, this gets the other nearby people cheering, and they too, start passing the other bottles around and pouring shots into glasses and each other’s mouths.
“Look at you, fucking rockstar.” Jake says, his nose nuzzled into the hair by my ear. I’m not sure what gives me the chills, his words, or how he says them.
“Yeah yeah, I know.” I say with as much strength as I can muster, parting our bodies. “This place is pretty cool, the music’s hot. The people--” I don’t finish that sentiment as I look around at the questionable few that I’ve seen thus far.
Jake can’t stop moving; he’s not full-out dancing, but he’s moving around with an excellent sense of rhythm. It’s got me laughing and moving with him too, spinning me around and catching me just in time before I lose my footing. He leans to my ear again, “You should see the downstairs; it’s fucking huge.” He steps back, his eyes widening as he puts his hands out to show the growth in size. He then jerks his head to the balcony. “Here, let me show you.”
I join him at the balcony, feeling the buzz of top-shelf liquor in my loins. I’m not exactly thinking straight. People start cheering again, and I quickly have a knee-jerk reaction as if I’ve made a terrible mistake, but I don’t know why. Jake leans over the balcony, pouring out from the bottle onto expectant fans below. It’s probably not getting in anyone’s mouth; they’re all just collecting at the wall, clamoring to get a drop poured onto them. I try not to make it obvious as I back up into the safety of the darkness, out of the view of the general public below.
This celebrity shit is exhausting.
I just wanna get drunk and shake my ass.
I don’t even wanna do this part. Can’t I just make music?
“Hey beautiful, I don’t think I got your name?”
Once Ray Park approaches me, I know I’ve about had enough of this scene. I force a tight-lipped smile and nod at him. “Y/N.”
He mispronounces it for confirmation.
“No, Y/N” I say a little more clearly.
“Your name sounds familiar, what, you a singer or something?” Ray inquires.
“Yeah, kinda.” I say before I hurriedly add, “I gotta go to the bathroom. Nice meeting you, though!” And I beeline for the door that we came into earlier. Once I’m in the empty hallway, I feel like I can breathe, not even realizing I was holding my breath. I can feel the alcohol settling in more, and it’s getting a bit tough for me to fake sober. I can feel the inhibitions disappearing.
I should smoke. Yeah, I should smoke so I can think out my next moves. I step out the door and nod to the bouncer who steps aside, and I take out my pre-roll, cupping my hand to spark the flame that engulfs the thin paper twisted end of the joint before disappearing with a couple of light puffs from my lips.
I have to leave for LA in two days. Eli, and the rest of the band members are going to meet me out there, at the rental house. It’ll be nice to see Eli again, and get out to perform again, which is what we love doing the most. We’ll have a couple of meetings too, with the label. That’s the part that’s gnawin’ at me. Music reviews, suits with no rhythm telling me what to change, make it more palatable to everyone but me.
I take another drag and my phone pulls me from my runaway thought train. I can feel my heart skip a beat, like I’m a child with a crush.
Stumbling slightly, I retrieve my phone from my clutch.
Damn, did I drink that much?
I blink away the drunken haze, opening my notifications and clicking on the message.
babydaddy: Oh, I don’t know about that, baby. Hyunjin's really good, but thanks lol.
babydaddy: yeah……you got me, I’m definitely thinking about you hehe.
babydaddy: I think about you when it rains.
babydaddy: It’s late over there, you’re still up???
I lock my screen, dropping my phone to my side as I take another puff. No immediate response; the right words elude me.
When a familair call breaks the silence. I roll my eyes and answer.
“If I lose you one more time tonight, I swear to God—”
“What? You swear to God what?” I kiss my teeth. “I told you, being the guest of the night, I can’t hang.” Glancing around, I lower my voice, “Shorty on the couch was doing coke off her acrylics. And Ray Park was there? I’m calling an Uber.”
“You for real right now?” Jake's voice struggles against the thumping music.
“I’m out, Jake. You know where to find me. Call me sober, and not a second sooner.”
I end the call, shaking my head with disappointment. Swiping to my Uber app, I call for a ride back to Jersey, the driver just four minutes away. Moving down the alley, I hold my coat tight, shielding myself from the icy wind that pricks my bare thighs.
My stomach grumbles, a mix of emptiness and a craving for something satisfyingly awful. The tap of my heels leads me to a corner where a man grills hot dogs and sausages. Only one person ahead of me, the tantalizing smells engulf me.
“One with everything, please.”
“Spicy or not?”
“Not spicy, please.”
“You were at the club tonight?” he asks, looking up only for a second before returning to his task, arranging my hotdog. “It’s early to be going home, no?”
I chuckle, “It’s eleven at night! That’s late.”
“Ah well, not here. Usually, I have line way down the street at three...yes at three everybody is ready for sleep all day.” He gestures behind me.
“Your food must be good then.” I say, impressed with his narrative as he hands me my meal, wrapped neatly in foil.
I give him cash, tell him to keep the change, and with the buzz of my Uber arriving, I bid the hot dog chef goodbye. Walking a few paces to a black Escalade, I disappear into the backseat.
Relaxing only when the door is closed, seatbelt secured, I sit back with a sigh.
“Y/N?” The driver confirms.
“Yes.”
The Escalade cruises through the city, leaving the club and its wild allure in my rearview. The smell of street food wafts through the air, and I feel the warmth of the hotdog in my lap. My FaceTime rings, and I glance at my updated contact photo of Chris—black and white, his bare back on full display as he sits on the opposite end of the bed on his phone, completely unaware of how beautiful parts of him can look candidly.
Something simple, but it was sexy to me.
His goofy emojis make my dopamine surge, and I answer without hesitation.
"Oop."
Changbin's face appears, eyes wide, hand covering his mouth. Another head pops into view and disappears too quickly to identify, accompanied by muffled exclamations of "Oop" and "Ope." Changbin, the apparent culprit, glances off-screen guiltily.
He begins in Korean, and my rusty language skills catch words like 'phone,' 'really,' and 'answered.' I respond in both English and Korean, demanding answers. "Yeah, I answered! Why do you have Chan’s phone? What did you do?" The chorus of surprised sounds echoes through the call.
"Your Korean is so good!" Changbin exclaims in English. The phone is snatched away, and I hear Chris' muffled voice through his hand covering the speaker. I can't comprehend the words, but Chris quickly switches back to English, apologizing for the chaotic background.
"Oh my God, baby, I'm so sorry about that. They start drinking and turn into monkeys, all of them," Chris explains, his voice slightly higher and choppy with movement. The camera blurs as he paces, and suddenly, a door closes, casting the room into darkness. He flicks on a switch, revealing a studio in the JYPE building.
"It's early to be drinking over there, right?" I question.
"That's what I said!" Chris exclaims, finally settling on a black couch. He tilts the phone toward himself, leaning back. "What're you all done up for? You in a car right now?"
"Just went out with a friend, tried a club in New York. Wasn't my thing," I casually reply, avoiding details.
"Ah," he nods, bringing the phone closer. "What club was it?"
Jesus fuck why is he asking me all these questions?!
Chris excels at conversation, delving into details with his myriad of questions. It's never intrusive, just genuine interest. "Club Mixer," I respond, watching his reaction through the screen.
"Hmm, sounds kinda familiar. Was it cool? Bump into anyone interesting?"
"Nah, no one mega-famous or anything." I glance out the window, shrugging. "Getting too old for this kinda thing."
"Same here."
I snort. "Come on, you're practically a baby. Your age talk kills me."
"'Cause I am old! I'm twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight. In Korea, I'm already twenty-eight!"
"I thought they ditched that system."
"They did, but I'm still pushing thirty." He's insistent. "I mean, in the real world, that's young. But in K-Pop, I'm..." He chuckles, envisioning younger idols. "I'm climbing up there." His gaze returns to me.
He's got makeup on, just enough to alter the look of his eyes. Dressed in a deep-cut sleeveless shirt, hair tufted above a designer sweatband, two small silver hoops in his ears.
"I'm a cougar then."
"I mean, cougars are hot."
I laugh, and a chuckle from the driver makes me more aware of my surroundings. Peering out, we pass willow trees lining the street near the grocery store minutes from my home.
"Almost home, beautiful babygirl?" He sings, unusually animated.
“Cap, cap.” I wave my hand.
“What?” he asks with a laugh.
“That’s cap, you’re overdoing it. Did you have something to drink too?” I lift a suspicious brow.
“Are you speaking Gen Z at me?” Chris’ laughter increases. “No I didn’t have anything to drink, someone’s gotta keep things under control around here. You do look gorgeous though, I mean that. Wish I was there with you.”
He holds back a smile, licking his lips. "Not a guarantee, but I might be in LA while you're there. How long are you staying?"
"A week. Leaving this Sunday."
A series of knocks startle Chris, and he yells back. Once he identifies the visitor, he turns to me, "Oh, it's Felix. He was out earlier. Wanna say hi?"
"Oh, sure!" I reply. Talking to Chris's members like this isn't my usual thing. Felix is the one I've chatted with the most, thanks to our shared mother tongues, but the others, well, we've had our interactions, even if they involved a lot of Papago (I'm looking at you, Minho). They were a bit awkward, understandably, knowing this wasn't the norm. Still, they supported their friend, their leader, their brother, and just kept to their business, willingly oblivious unless I was around.
But I rarely went to Seoul, it's easier to fly under the radar here in America when we’re together.
"Felix? You can come in," Chris calls. The driver slows to a stop at my driveway, and I rush out to get into my home. Giving the driver five stars and a tip, I open my front door.
"Hello!" Felix's voice comes through. He waves with a smile as he sits down next to Chris, running his hands through his blonde hair. "How have you been?"
"Good, good, just working on album three. Lots of extra steps now, now that the label’s involved and stuff." I say, matching his enthusiasm.
"Yeah? Chan showed me a little bit of uh—what was it called again?" Felix turns to Chris, nodding to a rhythm he's established from memory. "Gatekeeping the best parts of you from me." He sings, two octaves deeper than the actual song, but I laugh as Chris snaps his fingers, recognizing the tune.
"Constellations!" Chris exclaims.
"Yeah, that's it! Oh, it's so catchy. I'm excited to hear the new album," Felix says. "I still see your songs on TikTok all the time when I'm scrolling. I send them to Chan when I see a really good one."
Chan looks up thoughtfully as Felix talks. "You do send me some really good ones."
"Yeah, but the last few you didn't respond to."
"I didn't? Maybe I forgot. You send so much sometimes. I don't have enough time to go through it all."
Watching them banter keeps me entertained as I take my heels off and sit down on my bed. "You can always just send them to me, Felix. I'm chronically online too," I joke.
"That's not a bad idea. Y/N likes to game too."
"Yeah? What do you play?"
"Oh, he knows I barely have time these days, but I get lost in Stardew Valley, Pokemon, Apex—"
"You play Apex?"
"Occasionally, like I said, when I get a chance." I laugh.
"Who do you main?"
Chris interrupts, "Alright, alright. I'll give you her number, and you two can continue this conversation later. Felix, did you need me out there?"
Felix stands up, "I just brought home food. We're about to eat, if the others didn't already get to it all by now."
Chris lets out a pained groan and sigh. "What is it?"
"BaeBae's Kitchen." Felix rocks back and forth on his knee on the edge of the couch as he awaits Chris's decision.
"I'm not really hungry, but put some away for me?"
"Yeah, sure, no problem." Felix leans down to wave to me once more. "It was nice seeing you again! Enjoy your night!"
"You too, Felix!"
He leaves the studio, and Chris sits back, watching me for a bit on the camera. "Looks like you're back home."
"Mhm, finally." I rest my phone against my bedside lamp as I stand up and work on unzipping my dress. "Did you eat today yet?" I ask, my back turned as I peel out of my dress. I know Chris's appetite is as poor as mine. Sometimes, we just get so busy and stressed that we forget to eat altogether. Friends have had to physically pull me from my computer when I'm hyper-focused, so I'd go to the bathroom and eat something. Chris is no stranger to this method of work. He works similarly.
"No, not yet," Chris replies hesitantly.
"Then you should go eat with the others." I bring my arms to my bra, unclasping it. "You're not gonna eat the leftovers, be for real."
"You're giving me a strip tease and telling me to go eat. Is this a test? 'Cause I'm failing it. Bad."
I look over my shoulder, holding my bra to my chest now that it's undone, and I come over and pick the phone up, safely showing myself from the shoulders up.
"Go eat," I say, firmly. “Now.”
"Fine, Fine." He stands up, stretching his arm over his head with a sigh before he perks up again. "Alright, babygirl, I love you."
"I love you too."
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the next day...
I'm barely aware of my phone buzzing. Ignoring it, I turn my head, burying it under another pillow. A heavy, gross feeling engulfs me. How long have I been asleep?
The relentless buzzing continues, jolting me awake. My sleep mode has shut off, and notifications flood through at an alarming rate.
Now, my brain is too active for peaceful sleep. I sit up, blinking, rubbing the crust from my eyes, squinting in the darkness. Have I slept into the next evening? Holy shit.
I touch my bedside lamp, dimming it to let my vision adjust. Pulling back the thick comforter and sheets, I expose my bare legs to the cool air. Why did I leave the thermostat so low? I shuffle to the door, pressing the red button to raise the temperature. With a yawn, I pick up my phone to see what's happening.
Great. Did another song go viral? Instagram and TikTok have hit my icon notification limits. I have eighteen missed calls and 88 text messages.
Well, at least the messages aren't hugely overwhelming.
I open Twitter first, a bad habit. As soon as I'm in, I see myself massively tagged, far more than usual. Pulling up the tweets attached to my name, I feel like I could pass out.
"Omg, look, she's in the VIP too."
"So here's the tea: her name is Y/N, and she's the singer in a shitty garage band called Living to Die."
"Bffr Living To Die is not a garage band, Don't Go is a bop."
"She's fucking problematic as fuck?! She tried to break up Stray Kids! Now she's trying to ruin Jake Wong too?!"
"They do anything for clout lmfao, ugly fat bitch."
"How did she break up Stray Kids?"
"Stray Kids isn't broken up. That's a lie made up by cupcake stays who don't like Chan. Lee Know had to go to the military."
"It happened with BTS, and look at them now."
"Jungkook is hella successful, fym???"
"She's the reason why Lee Know went to his military service early."
"Ur making shit up atp Lee Know went in with everyone else."
"Look!!!! I knew I recognized her. Here she is outside JYPE building last yr, Channie got so much hate for it!!!! She doesn't even care, or she wouldn't keep following all these idols around!! She just wants fame for her band."
"Desperate hoe lmfao."
"#keepY/Nawayfromidols."
"If she is the reason why Chan isn't posting on Instagram anymore, I'm gonna fight her ong, he's going through enough :("
"She should kill herself before she fucks up Jake Wong too."
"She used to be a stay; she's just delulu. She's stalking Chan atp lol he doesnt want her or he would tell stays."
“Channie tells us everything~~”
"shes fuckin a known sasaeng."
“Channie deserves to be happy if he’s in a relationship let him be! He’s an adult???? Be SO fr yall”
“whats a sasaeng?”
"Make it make sense u stupid bitch Chan was literally with her at the building; why would he be there if she's a fucking sasaeng?"
“A sasaeng is a crazy idol stalker”
“She fits the bill ngl lmao”
"Chan deserves better. I don't like Jake Wong, but he deserves better too."
“GUYS STOP SPREADING RUMORS!!!! Chan doesnt have a girlfriend!!!! Stop being TOXIC STAYS! Ur giving us all bad names, vote stray kids for VMAs 2027!!”
"I think they were at the Billboard Music Awards together when Stray Kids performed two years ago. They could have met there."
"What an ugly disgusting bitch. I hope she dies lol."
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My hands are shaking so bad; I drop my phone to the floor. I can’t read anymore. I don’t even know how I’ve read this far. My skin is clammy, and I feel prickling all over. I rush to the bathroom and heave over the toilet. First, it's a little from last night's hot dog, then I'm dry heaving yellow bile from anxiety. My body breaks out in a vicious sweat. When I'm done, I drop my head back against the wall.
And I cry.
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It's Okay
Leonardo x Reader
Rise movie caused me emotional damage 🥲 So I'm writing this for me, because I need it
Warnings: MOVIE SPOILERS, Angst/comfort, depiction of injuries
Some of this is from the movie script itself!
Word Count: ~1000
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Everything hurts
You groaned quietly, trying to reach up, rub your eyes.
You couldn't move your arm.
Where am I?
Eyes snapping open, you tried looking down. You could feel something hard against your back, something holding your arms to your sides-
Metal..?
Yes, metal restraints of some form. You could hear voices approaching rapidly, someone muffledly saying "They're awake- yes, I know I'm not in there, Leon, their blood pressure just spiked-"
Leon..?
Leo!
It was as if the previous day's happenings all rushed back into your mind at once. The Kraang invasion, pink goop and tendrils covering much of the city, your friends all getting hurt..
The last thing you could hear was.. some sort of goodbye message from Leo.
Self-sacrifice.
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Leo's voice rang over the communicator beside your leg. "Casey, it's the only way. He's too strong. He's not gonna stay on the other side unless I keep him there."
"There has to be another way!"
The vagabond from the future sounded desperate. Uneasy. His voice cracked with what you assumed to be the effort it took to not cry.
"We tried everything, Cass. This is the only way."
You laid on the ground, several injuries scattered along your torso. You weren't a fighter by any means, but.. you couldn't just let them go without you. Besides, the lair was covered in Kraang goop.. unfortunately, most of the rest of the city was under their control as well. Most of your injuries had been accidental, but-
There was one gash, just below your ribs. Sister had thrown a large chunk of rubble at you. It was rather impressive, the size of the injury compared to the weapon.
"Leo, please don't do this! Leo!"
Raph's voice matched Casey's. Desperate. You felt a tear drip down your cheek at whatever the ex-leader was trying to convey to his little brother... What was he even doing?
Leo chuckled, but you could feel the sadness in his voice. "You're one to talk, big bro. Hero moves are totally your style."
Kraang laughed, barely audible through the comm at first. It sounded like he was getting closer, his voice fluctuating with the fighting that must have been occuring on the other side of the line. "Outmatched and alone, yet you persist. For what? Honor, redemption? Sacrifice? All meaningless."
"We'll see about that."
Casey's voice rang out through the comm. "Leo, please! I can't lose you again."
"Hey, future me would be real proud of you. I'm proud of you."
The line went dead. Even in your injured state, you could feel.. something besides pain. Dread.
You felt another tear drip down your cheek as darkness began creeping into your vision.
Losing him..
No...
I can't.. he can't do this...
And everything faded to black.
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"There we go, see! They're okay, Leo."
You blinked harshly, bright light filling your vision
"Pupils are normal, and their pulse is slowing down.. (Y/n), can you hear me?"
"Yeah.."
You mumbled weakly, turning your head to try and escape the lights. Luckily Donnie took pity on you, retracting the light back into his battle shell.
"Good.. your condition is stabilizing, that's good.. hey, you okay?"
You shook your head, tears falling down your face. He quickly undid the fastenings around your wrists and waist, helping you into a sitting position upon your request. Hissing, you pressed a hand against the wound on your torso.
"..Sister got you pretty badly. It'll most likely leave a scar, but the internal damage is minimal.
"..Okay."
The purple-clad turtle sighed, glancing towards the closed door of the lab.
"...You're worried about Leo."
Your head snapped up, tears still streaking down your face. Eyes widening, you followed Donatello's gaze to the door.
"Is he-"
"He's fine." He chuckled, though the faux-happy sound was short-lived. "Mikey's magic hands brought him back.. from the prison dimension. A few cuts and bruises, but nowhere near as bad off as you."
"..Can he.. come in? Please?"
Donnie nodded.
"That was the plan.. just wanted to make sure you were okay, first. Y'know, make sure he wouldn't further injury my patient."
"Thanks, Don."
He smiled towards you, walking towards the door.
"Of course."
Almost as soon as the door was opened Leo was in the doorway, practically blocking his twin from leaving the lab. He gasped, eyes widening when they met yours.
"(Y/n)!"
Your name was barely a gasp falling from his lips, rushed as he bolted to your side. Tentatively, he sat on the edge of the makeshift hospital bed, offering a hand to you.
"(Y/n).."
You cut him off, eyes welling with more tears
"I thought you were dying.. the- the last thing I heard was you telling Casey that you were proud, and then-"
You choked, tucking your head into his chest as you struggled to both cry and breathe.
"-then you were gone, Leo. We could've lost you! I could have lost you!"
His free hand smoothed along your spine. He scooted closer, pulling you onto his lap as you cried against his collarbone.
"I know, (Y/n).. I'm sorry. It's all I thought I could do... I thought that if I did that, then the rest of you would be safe.. now look at us."
He chuckled, hand falling to rest against your wound. You could feel his lips above your ear, pressing a gentle kiss as he held you.
Sighing, he settled the hand on your hip, the other pressing you closer by your spine.
"It's okay.. let it all out."
You shook your head, hiding your head in the crook of his neck, as if the action would hide your tears from the body they landed upon.
"It's okay. We're both here, see?" He began rocking you lightly, careful of your wounds.
"There we go.." He was whispering now, mouth still resting against your temple as he cradled you.
He chuckled again, settling his shell against the wall as he held you closer.
"See..? We're okay. We're going to be okay."
It wasn't hard to believe him.
You could feel yourself drifting back to sleep against his plastron, sniffling quietly as Leo continued mumbling words of comfort into your hairline.
"It's okay."
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Counterfeit
Pairing: Elizabeth Donnelly x f!reader
Warnings: Language, and minor hurt/comfort I suppose? It's fluff overall
Summary: Despite working in different fields, you and Liz Donnelly have built up a rapport over the past few months. When Liz finally confronts you about your relationship status, you panic, not wanting to reveal the crush you've developed on her for fear you'll lose her from your life. Unbeknownst to you, the Bureau Chief has been harboring feelings of her own, and takes the matter very seriously.
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"This is the only place around here that doesn't fuck up their espressos, so it's worth the line. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother," the woman in front of you said.
You chuckled. The tiny cafe was a warm, bustling retreat that you savored going to each morning before work, despite the lengthy lines they always had.
"They're the only place on my way to work that makes decent Americanos, so I feel you there," you replied, trying not to yawn.
"Nurse?" she asked, taking note of your scrubs and shoes you wished were cuter in the moment. They had the best comfort insoles you could find, but they certainly weren't as snazzy as the woman's leather loafers.
"Doctor, actually," you said with a shy smile. "I just got out of residency, so my soul isn't completely dead yet."
The woman raised her eyebrows and nodded, impressed with your response. You took in her well-tailored pinstriped suit, leather briefcase, and starched white dress shirt with the collar popped. From experience with family members in law that gave off a similar aura, you could safely wager that the woman in front of you was an attorney.
"Paralegal?" you asked with a wry smile.
"Fuck you," she said, laughing.
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"So then they wheel him in, and I'm guessing the guy's gonna have a few fractures from what they told us, right? Guy supposedly fell off a ladder and landed on top of a tree while he was landscaping," you said between bites of a croissant. "Nope. Nothing like that. They had to saw off the tree branch and bring it in with him, because it was stuck up inside him," you finished.
The woman across from you, whose name you recently learned was Elizabeth, snickered and took another sip of her espresso.
"I'm sure he'll be staying away from pine air fresheners for awhile," she joked, tossing her paper cup into the trash can as she walked towards the door. You giggled, thanking her as she held the cafe door open for you.
"Well, have a good day. I hope Alex stays out of your hair. That's her name, right?"
"Yes," the blonde said. "Let's hope she does. I'm running low on Ibuprofen as it is."
You parted ways on the sidewalk without another word. You began heading down towards Mercy General to start your shift, still smiling. It was nice to have a little chitchat here and there with people. Between college, medical school, and residency, you rarely had time to make friends with people outside of a hospital setting. It was finally beginning to feel like moving to the city was worth the extra expenses.
"If you can't find a seat on the subway later," you heard Elizabeth say behind you. "I found you one," she said. You turned around. She gestured towards a Christmas tree strapped to the roof of a car headed down the street beside you.
"Whatever," you laughed, flipping her off playfully before turning back around.
---
"One espresso and one Americano for here," Elizabeth told the man behind the counter.
From your position just behind her in line, you got a waft of her perfume over the smell of coffee beans and cinnamon. Something warmed in the pit of your stomach.
"Elizabeth, you don't have to, really," you said, wondering if you looked more beat up than usual this morning after surviving an especially brutal shift yesterday.
"Already did," she said, handing you your coffee. You admired the way her short blonde locks fell over her forehead this morning. You hadn't seen her style them that way before in the month you'd gotten to know her.
"And it's Liz," she said, finishing her espresso in a single sip.
---
"We'll be trying the kid as an adult, so if the mother isn't a complete dumbass, she'll take the deal," Liz said between bites of the croissant you shared.
Her fingers brushed against yours as she handed you a piece she broke off for you, and you fought to hide the blush that was threatening to bloom across your cheeks.
"We have a measles outbreak on one of the floors, so you're welcome to trade with me," you said with a smile.
"I'd take catching measles over cleaning up after one of Alex's messes again, so you might just have yourself a deal," she replied with a wink.
You were certain she didn't mean anything flirtatious by it, but it still made your heart skip a beat.
Suddenly, a man accidentally walked into you, too preoccupied with the woman on his arm to notice you sitting at the table in the aisle. He exchanged a hasty apology, and Liz grimaced as the couple walked away. You mentally forgave the pair, as Valentine's Day was around the corner. You saw so many crumpled bodies get carted into the ER each day that you were just thankful they were able to walk in the first place, for that matter.
"By the way," she said, her tone shifting into one you couldn't quite place. "You got any plans for the holiday?"
Your eyes widened. It was an odd question, as you'd always known Liz to be brash and strictly business, but it was a normal thing to be curious about someone you were getting to know. You still hated the prospect of answering it honestly though, as you had recently come to terms with the fact that you found Liz rather attractive, and your daily meetups over breakfast and coffee had become the highlight of your weekdays. Though it had only been a few months, you now thought about her while you were at work, wondering what trouble the ADAs were stirring up for her, and even when you laid down to head off to sleep.
The woman hadn't given you any indication of being with someone, and she didn't wear a ring or talk about anyone romantically. To be honest, you were too afraid to ask her about her own romantic life, for fear you'd get an answer you wouldn't like.
Across the table, she raised her eyebrows impatiently.
Your heart began to race sickeningly, a bead of cold sweat sliding down the back of your neck. Your eyes darted around the room, scanning the menus and signs that adorned the walls of the cafe.
"Joe Cortado," you blurted. You immediately wished a sinkhole would open up below you and swallow you into the earth. It was just about the stupidest thing you could've said.
Liz's face went blank. Something in her eyes shifted.
"Pity. Guy sounds like a douchebag."
---
"Elliot, I need you to run a background check for me," Liz said coolly.
The detective stared at her quizzically.
"With all due respect, ma'am, what's this all about?" he asked, crossing his arms against his chest.
"The why isn't relevant to you."
"So this isn't related to a case?"
Liz tilted her head and furrowed her brow.
"Detective, if Kathy was spending time around some schmuck, tell me you wouldn't run his name."
Elliot smirked, eventually nodding in agreement.
"Who's the schmuck we're looking for?"
Liz slid him a piece of paper with a name scribbled across it.
---
You rifled through your cabinet, mentally swearing at yourself over never having gotten around to buying espresso cups in the time since you'd moved here. Your mom's old Winnie the Pooh mug you took with you when you moved would have to do.
"Liz, is there something wrong?" you asked, turning to the woman that had an iron grip on your kitchen countertop.
"Tell me something."
"Something," you replied, giggling. She rolled her eyes and huffed.
"Are you aware of the kind of company you're keeping?"
Your face scrunched up, unsure of what she was getting at.
"What do you mean?"
She took a deep breath, not even questioning the mug you handed her.
"I'm concerned for your safety."
"Liz, if this is about the measles outbreak, I'm fine. I don't work in that ward, I promise," you said, trying to throw her a reassuring smile. Her frown didn't lighten up.
"I am not talking about measles, I'm talking about the good for nothing low life that probably has plans to take you to some two star restaurant for a half-rate steak this weekend for Valentine's Day," she began ranting, some sort of floodgate having burst. "And then he'll flounder on top of you for five minutes on his sorry excuse for a bed before he runs off and guns down a couple other gangbangers to top off his night."
You froze across from her. You were thankful you hadn't been holding anything at the moment, because you surely would have dropped it.
"Who are you talking about? I don't know anyone in a gang," you replied, laughing uncomfortably.
"So he hasn't told you, or are you too blind to see that, too?" Liz's eyes steeled.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what this is in regards to, and I can tell it's eating at you," you said, walking closer to her. The attorney's jaw tightened.
"Joe Cortado," she said through clenched teeth. Your breath stopped in your chest. Liz's eyes narrowed. "I had one of the detectives run his name. Were you aware that he's racked up charges for aggravated assault and armed robbery? If that wasn't enough for you, he's currently under investigation for running a counterfeit operation."
You couldn't help but let out a laugh, running a hand across your forehead.
"I don't see how this is funny," Liz said, clearly even more aggravated by your reaction.
You took a deep breath before resting a tentative hand on her shoulder.
"Liz, he's not real."
"Excuse me?"
You swallowed thickly, mentally kicking yourself at how poorly this was all coming to light.
"I panicked when you asked me whether I had plans for Valentine's Day, and found the first words on the cafe menu that could pass as a name," you managed. "Truth is...I didn't want to admit that I've fallen for you, because I don't want to lose you."
Liz's gaze fell to the mug in her hands. She chewed at her bottom lip.
"Why did it matter so much to you, anyway?" you asked slowly. "I feel bad that he turned out to be a real person, because you were ready to have him dragged into custody."
Liz was uncharacteristically silent for a few moments. She then looked up at you, wide brown eyes holding the faintest vulnerability in them.
"Because I was hoping to make plans with you myself," Liz answered. "To be honest, I wouldn't have taken well to anything you would've said besides admitting you didn't have plans."
Stunned, your jaw fell slack. She set the mug down on the countertop and turned to you. She reached out and cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a soft kiss. You involuntarily sighed into it, arms looping up around her neck.
"So..." you started, fiddling with a button along her shirt when you finally broke the kiss. "What are we doing for Valentine's Day this weekend?"
She pulled you closer to her chest and kissed your forehead.
"Buying you a proper set of espresso cups."
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