#[ lady. ] can i come along? / do what you want. but don't expect to get paid.

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Dante of Sparda (Part 2/2).

[hohuios]

Tag drop: 2/2

[tokkias]

Hey I wanted to ask, I know you are taking a break on writing fix’s but when you get back, do you think you could write a fic where Wendy walks in on natsu and Lucy making out and then high jinks ensue of Wendy trying to keep their secret and natsu and Lucy trying to keep her quiet? You don’t have to, just asking.

don't believe me any time i say im taking a break because i just love writing my silly little guys too much

title: indiscreet summary: Not one to want to hurt her friends, Wendy will do whatever it takes to keep Natsu and Lucy’s relationship a secret. It would all be smooth sailing if Wendy weren’t a terrible liar,and unfortunately for them, lying by omission is still lying. ao3

cw for implied sexual content

An over-night trip out of town, as always, called for a visit to a local restaurant for dinner. It was a Team Natsu tradition that Wendy had grown to enjoy over the years as it allowed her to enjoy foods from all over the country, along with letting her spend some quality time with her beloved teammates. Or at least, most of her teammates anyway.

Tonight it seemed as though it was just her, Erza, Gray, Carla and Happy, with Natsu and Lucy having disappeared the moment they arrived at the inn. It was not uncommon for some members to split off for the night or hit the hay early, but it was unusual for Natsu of all people to split off before getting a chance to eat.

She and her team, sans Natsu and Lucy, had been sitting in the small foyer of the inn they were staying at, discussing their dinner plans for the night when Erza spoke up to point out their absence.

"Do we know if Natsu and Lucy wanted to join us?" She asked, taking note of how the two had chosen not to join them yet.

Gray shrugged. "I don’t know; I haven’t seen them since they left for their rooms earlier. Never got a chance to ask."

"Don’t worry, I can go ask them!" Wendy enthusiastically volunteered.

"No, that’s okay, I can do it." Happy interrupted, perhaps a tad quicker than was necessary.

"It’s alright Happy, I don’t mind," she smiled as she headed off in the direction of Lucy’s room, with Happy following close behind her, rather quickly, as if there was something in there that he didn’t want her to see.

"I don’t think that’s a good idea," he warned. "I mean, Lucy can be a big meanie scary lady when she’s hungry, and I don’t want you to fall victim to that."

"You and Natsu are always too hard on her," Wendy replied, "I’m sure she’ll be okay with me coming and asking."

As she got closer to the door, Happy began to panic, not wanting to give himself away but also not wanting Wendy to see what was going on behind the door.

"I just don’t want you to be on the receiving end of her wrath," Happy said innocently, trying to coax poor Wendy away from the door.

"It’ll be okay. It’s just Lucy," she brushed off as she reached for the doorknob.

From the very moment the door clicked shut, Lucy’s hands were tangled in Natsu’s hair, and his lips were locked against hers. He was a little rougher than she had anticipated, but that was simply to be expected after having to keep his hands off of her all day (for the most part, anyway).

His hand rested on the small of her back, holding her body close to his as they moved from the door to the bed. Their footwork was a bit of a mess, but neither could be too concerned about it by the time Lucy’s knees hit the back of the mattress, pulling them both down onto the sheets. She hooked her foot around the back of his knee and roughly pulled him closer, eliciting a grunt as his crotch hit hers, which was quickly swallowed in their kiss.

The two of them were so enveloped in the taste of each other that they paid hardly any mind to the squeak of the hinges as the door opened.

"Erza, Gray, and I were just wondering if you guys wer- oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!"

Wendy had been so excited at the prospect of being helpful to the rest of her team that she hadn’t even considered that it might be polite to knock, and immediately her hands shot up to cover her eyes in a poor attempt to pretend that she hadn’t seen anything.

While the sound of the door opening may have gone under the radar, the terrified squeal of their young teammate caught the pair's attention quickly, and Lucy instinctively shoved Natsu off of her and covered her chest with her arms, despite being fully clothed.

It wasn’t like she had considered they would be doing anything inappropriate; at worst, she might have caught a glimpse of one of them undressing, but nothing she hadn’t seen before. To be fair, what they were doing wasn’t exactly inappropriate, just… shocking, more than anything.

Suddenly, Happy’s hesitance to have her check on them was making a lot more sense.

"I’m sorry! I’m so, so, so, so sorry!" She cried out, hands still hiding her face, whether in attempt to pretend she wasn’t there or to hide herself in shame and embarrassment, she wasn’t quite sure.

Her brain was telling her to run and hide, but her feet were planted firmly on the ground.

"Wendy, it’s okay," Lucy’s voice came, gentle and soothing. "You don’t… you don’t need to apologise okay?"

By the time she gained the courage to look at them, Wendy found the two of them sitting on the edge of the bed as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, only given away by the faint blush tainting Lucy’s cheeks.

"U-um, okay! Sorry…" She murmured before looking back down at her feet. "I’m sorry, I’ll just leave…"

"I think we should just tell her," Natsu said, flopping backwards onto the mattress, perhaps more casually than the situation called for.

"Obviously I was going to tell her!" Lucy replied as she gave him a firm whack to his shoulder. "We have something we want to talk to you about," she said, as calmly as she could muster.

"I-I know what sex is!" Wendy managed to stutter out, not wanting to put any of them through the perhaps traumatic experience of giving her The Talk.

"We weren’t-!" Panic began to set in Lucy’s bones once again, caught off guard by Wendy’s misinterpretation of just exactly what they wanted to talk to her about. "That’s not what we wanted to talk to you about."

She patted the spot on the mattress between her and Natsu, indicating that she join them on the bed. Making sure to shut the door behind her, Wendy tottered inside, with Happy following not far after her, and she pulled herself up to sit beside them. An awkward silence overcame the room as Wendy desperately tried to avoid anyone’s gaze and Lucy tried to figure out just what to say to her.

"Lucy and I are dating," Natsu said bluntly.

"O-oh, okay… I guess that makes sense," Wendy replied before immediately mentally chastising herself for the foolish answer. "So um… who else knows?"

"Happy," Natsu responded.

"Is that all?"

"Just Happy," Lucy followed up.

Wendy looked over at Happy, who in return shot her an apologetic look, before she looked over at Natsu and Lucy.

"So Erza and Gray don’t know?" Wendy asked, a little confused as to how something like this could have been kept a secret from over half of their team.

"We haven’t told anyone else," Lucy clarified. "So we would appreciate it if you just, kept it quiet for a while."

"Okay… That’s okay… I can keep a secret…" Wendy mumbled. "Um… I’m not very good at lying though," she admitted.

"You don’t have to lie," Happy suggested, "you just have to not mention it."

Happy’s loophole sounded reasonable enough, but there was an unease sitting in her chest that she just couldn’t shake. It seemed as though her nervous energy did not go unnoticed when she felt Natsu’s hand rest on her shoulder. She looked up at him to see his casual grin, looking like nothing had gone wrong. Her gaze flicked over to Happy and then to Lucy, and they were all looking at her like it really was no big deal.

A faint sigh of relief escaped her, feeling comforted by their certainty that she was capable of keeping their secret for now.

"Okay, I won’t tell anyone," Wendy assured, "I promise!"

In response, Natsu held out his pinkie for her, which she enthusiastically locked hers around.

"Pinkie promise," she reaffirmed. "Oh, and, um… maybe this isn’t the right time to ask, but… Gray and Erza wanted to know if you two were going to join us for dinner," she added, recalling why she had made it her mission to come here in the first place.

"Nah, Lucy and I are gonna hang out here for a while," Natsu rejected.

Wendy blushed at the implication of what hanging out meant, considering what she had originally walked in on.

"Your loss," Happy brushed off, seemingly unaffected by the idea of what the pair might be doing behind closed doors.

"Have some for us, okay?" Lucy smiled.

“R-right! I’ll let the others know,” Wendy replied as she hopped off the bed and headed towards the door.

“Have fuuuunnnnn~” Happy chimed on his way out, eliciting a deep blush from Lucy followed by a pillow thrown in his direction that he masterfully dodged before Wendy shut the door behind them. "I did warn you," he joked in a light-hearted attempt to lighten the mood on the way back to their teammates.

"You did," Wendy sheepishly admitted.

"So? Are they coming or not?" Gray asked as he saw Wendy and Happy approach.

"Um… no I don’t think so…" Wendy replied.

"You don’t think so?" Erza inquired.

Immediately realising her mistake, Wendy began to panic, scrambling to figure out the right words to ease Erza’s suspicions.

"No-! I mean-"

"They’re not hungry," Happy butted in, much to Wendy’s relief and the rest of the team's confusion.

"Is everything okay, Wendy? You look a bit flustered," Erza commented, raising an eyebrow.

She had truly thought that she was doing a good job of hiding it, but apparently it wasn’t good enough, and having Erza point it out only served to make her panic rise to the surface even more.

"Um, yeah!" She tried to reassure in a poor attempt to divert the conversation.

"I think she’s just disappointed that Natsu and Lucy aren’t coming with us, right Wendy?" Happy added casually.

"R-right!" She affirmed, relieved that at least she wasn’t the only one here in on the secret. "It’s just not the same without them."

"You say that like it’s a bad thing," Gray retorted. "Shame Lucy’s not coming, but Natsu can stay in his room for the rest of the job for all I care."

"Unusual for Natsu to pass on food, wouldn’t you agree, Happy?" Erza asked, turning her attention to the exceed.

"No, I wouldn’t," he blatantly lied in response, hoping to gaslight Erza into turning her attention somewhere else.

She shot him a confused look, but nevertheless moved on. "Alright then," she said, deciding it wasn’t worth the mental effort to jump through whatever hoops Happy was setting up for her. "Let’s go then."

Once Erza and Gray had gone on ahead, Wendy bought her hand up to her chest to settle her racing heart, pleased that she no longer had to think about it until Carla spoke up.

"You are acting awfully weird, child." She commented. "What on earth happened in there that’s got you all worked up?"

"It must be Lucy’s weirdness rubbing off on her," Happy suggested.

Wendy let out a nervous laugh as she realised just how hard it was going to be to hide this secret from her best friend and keep the promise she had made.

"Oh, it’s really nothing," she reassured. "Why don’t we catch up with Erza and Gray? Some food sounds really good right about now."

"If you say so…"  Carla replied, still not totally convinced but not suspicious enough to press any further.

It didn’t come as a surprise to Wendy when Natsu and Lucy weren’t with the rest of the team when she and Carla arrived to set out on their job the next morning. Erza beckoned the two over to the spot where she, Gray, and Happy were sitting, waiting for the rest of them.

"Sorry we’re late," Wendy apologised.

"Well, it seems you’re not the last to arrive," Erza commented, gesturing to the space devoid of their last two teammates.

"Where are those two?" Gray questioned, glancing over to the clock to see that they were already a few minutes past their designated meeting time. "They’ve been late for every job we’ve taken for the past two months."

"I’ll go fetch them then," Erza offered.

"No!" Wendy cried out, earning her a surprised look from her teammates. "I- It’s just that…"

"Lucy’s cranky because Natsu was being a pain in her ass this morning," Happy chimed in.

"What did he do?" Erza inquired.

"Oh, well, you know how he is," Happy replied vaguely.

"Yes, I do," she said, nodding her head in agreement. "Well, I suppose Lucy has earned a late start for dealing with him all night. I’ll have to put Natsu in his place when they arrive."

As if on cue, the duo arrived, Natsu’s arm predictably slung over Lucy’s shoulder as it always was.

"Glad to see you two finally showed up," Gray snarked.

"Yes, I’m pleased that you both made it," Erza added. "But I’m not pleased to hear you’ve been making things difficult for Lucy."

"What? What did I do?" He asked, whipping his head over to his partner, who looked just as confused as he was before realising that this was just the cover that Wendy and Happy had set up for him.

"Yeah, what did you do, Natsu?" Lucy asked, deciding to play along.

"I don’t know!" He cried, still a little slow to catch on. "I guess I used your hand lotion?"

"You’ve been using my hand lotion?" Lucy asked, her face dropping, no longer happy to play along. "Natsu! That’s expensive!" She whined.

"Yeah, well, it smells nice and it makes my hands soft," he ardently defended.

What had begun as merely playing along had devolved into a full-on squabble, and Wendy couldn’t help but giggle slightly at how they were behaving exactly like an old married couple.

"Well, if I had known it was such a contentious topic, I wouldn’t have brought it up," Erza commented, scratching her head slightly in confusion at the absurdity of it all. "Regardless, it’s time you two stop squabbling: we have a job to do." She demanded. "Here’s the plan: Natsu, Gray, and I will split up to search on the ground, Carla and Happy will do overhead reconnaissance, and Wendy and Lucy will question the locals about any suspicious activity," Erza declared. "Does everyone understand their roles?"

A murmur of agreement echoed through the team before Erza spoke up once more.

"Now let’s get to it!"

Walking along the streets with Lucy, Wendy felt she could let out a sigh of relief. It had only been a day, but the pressure of keeping a secret so big was already beginning to weigh on her, so finally being around someone who was also in on it was a nice break.

"Hey Lucy? Is it okay if I ask you something?"

With her attention caught, Lucy’s gaze flicked over to Wendy before she replied. "Sure, anything."

"Why haven’t you told anyone else that you and Natsu are dating?" She asked.

Lucy was quiet for a moment as the gears turned in her head while she searched for the right words to explain their reasons.

"Because… things are kind of new with us, and we just want to figure things out on our own first before we tell anyone."

Wendy’s eyes fell to her feet, a pang of guilt running through her as she realised that she had gotten in the way of their plan.

"I’m sorry for ruining that…" she murmured.

"You haven’t ruined it at all," Lucy reassured, "we just didn’t want the group’s dynamic to change just because our relationship has."

Wendy looked back up at her to find Lucy smiling down at her, and suddenly all her fears and guilt melted away.

She understood why they had chosen to do that, but she also couldn’t help but feel a slight irony in it all. The group dynamic hadn’t changed in the slightest because their transition from friends to something more had been so subtle that she may not have noticed it if she hadn’t accidentally walked in on them swapping spit.

"Thank you for trusting me," Wendy said.

"Of course," Lucy assured, "I have no reason not to."

Wendy beamed up at her with a newfound resolve to keep their secret hidden tight away in the depths of her brain, and with her curiosities quelled, she was ready to get back to their job.

"Right! Well now it’s time for us to get to work!" She cheered, prepared to start their search for leads.

Wendy noted that as soon as their group gathered, Natsu was immediately back at Lucy’s side, his arm slung around one shoulder while his chin rested on the other. The move was done so casually as if it were nothing, and no one else seemed to react. For a moment, Wendy was almost convinced that the rest of them already knew.

"Alright," Erza began, "now that we’re here, has anyone gained any insight on who we’re after?"

"There’s talk that a delivery of various valuables will be making its way out of town tomorrow at noon, and we have reason to believe that the group we’re after will ambush in an unguarded area about thirty minutes out from the exit to the west," Lucy explained.

"That makes sense," Gray agreed. "I saw a group of suspicious-looking guys gather out in the south-west part of town. I think those could be our guys."

"Then I say we set up along the route and keep a watch out for when the carriage arrives," Lucy suggested. "If our intel is correct, then we can attack when they jump the vehicle and take them back to the local authorities."

"I like Lucy’s plan," Natsu affirmed followed by a murmur of agreement from the rest of the group.

"Alright, then if no one else has any objections, we will reconvene tomorrow at nine for setup," Erza explained. "And I expect everyone to be on time," she added, shooting Natsu and Lucy a look, to which they shrank under her gaze.

To their credit, Natsu and Lucy did show up on time the next morning, the only thing was, by the time they showed up, it was rather obvious to Wendy what they had been doing beforehand.

Lucy’s face was flushed and her hair tousled, thrown up in a messy ponytail rather than tied up neat and tidy like she was known for. On their approach, she quickly twisted her skirt around so it was facing the right way, clearly having just been thrown on before they made their way there.

The sight of it had Wendy’s face turning a matching shade of red as she tried to divert her thoughts somewhere else while also concealing her embarrassment.

"What’s up with you two?" Gray asked, immediately noticing the unusual blush crossing his two friends' faces. "You’re both all red."

"Oh, it must just be the weather, right, Wendy?" Lucy explained.

"R-right!" She agreed, relieved that Lucy was much quicker to think on her feet than she was.

Gray raised a brow at them but moved on nonetheless. "Guess I wouldn’t know," he shrugged.

The walk across town went by uneventfully, but there was something about knowing—about being in on the secret—that had resulted in Wendy seeing Natsu and Lucy’s relationship with new eyes. Nothing had changed about the way they interacted with each other, but now that she knew the context of their relationship, she couldn’t help but see the romance in everything they did together.

Suddenly she was hyperaware of how Natsu seemingly had to have his hands on Lucy at all times, and how all those touches that she had always thought were innocent, friendly gestures now held more meaning to them.

He always had to have an arm slung around her shoulder or a hand resting on her waist, keeping her close to him at all times. There were some moments where Wendy even thought she had caught a glance at them holding hands.

Oftentimes Lucy would rest her head gently on his shoulder, and his hand would come up to rest in her hair. It wasn’t uncommon for her to let her eyes flutter shut after a long day and drift away in the comfort of her best friend’s presence.

Nobody had ever questioned it because none of this was out of the norm for them. Natsu and Lucy had always been close, and they had always been affectionate; it just seemed that everyone had accepted the fact that it was simply all platonic.

Little did they know.

Wendy tried her best to keep her eyes to herself, but once she started noticing, she couldn’t stop herself. Whenever she got the chance, she would always sneak a glance at the two and was always met with the same sweet affections that had simply become all too familiar to anyone who had spent any time with them. What started as quick glances soon became long gazes as she realised that the two of them were more absorbed in each other than anything else, and suddenly Wendy was no longer hiding her stares from them but from everyone else. Gray had nearly caught her once already, but she had just awkwardly brushed it off as spacing out in their general direction.

It didn’t end at the touches either. What she had just become accustomed to as average Natsu and Lucy banter, she now realised was actually just their way of flirting. They could bicker and tease back and forth about almost anything, and while she had never thought it to be serious, she couldn’t realise how unserious it was until she noticed the way their faces were mere inches apart, breaths grazing against each other’s lips, attention nowhere else but each other even as they walked. The scene exuded so much sexual tension that Wendy almost felt embarrassed to watch, feeling as though she had once again walked in on something she shouldn’t have.

They went on like that the entire walk to their destination, touching, flirting, blatantly so, and she wondered how none of them had ever paid any mind to it before.

When they made it to their destination, Wendy got into position, hidden behind a rock near the area where she and Lucy had heard rumours that the ambush was supposed to take place. She and Natsu had been placed in charge of keeping an ear out for trouble and ensuring that they didn’t give their opponents the upper hand by catching them off guard.

As she heard the carriage approaching, immediately she became hyperaware of her surroundings, knowing that those they were after could appear at any moment. She took it upon herself to sniff the air to see if she could sense any changes, but it seemed that Natsu was already far ahead of her.

He appeared almost out of nowhere, holding a bandit by the collar before throwing him face-first into the ground, which prompted the rest of the lackeys to come out and attack. Going into this job, they were all aware that they would be outnumbered by the bandits they had been hired to arrest, but just when she thought all of them had shown themselves, more would appear from the shadows. It wasn’t anything they couldn’t handle, but it was becoming increasingly clear that they had come underprepared for the sheer number of opponents they were facing.

Suddenly recalling the carriage, Wendy whipped around to catch sight of it to ensure that it wasn’t getting looted while they were distracted. Thankfully she was met with Lucy, Gray, and Loke, all having taken initiative to protect it while she, Natsu, and Erza had been occupied holding off bandits further ahead.

What should have been an effortless fight had turned into something much longer than any of them had gone into expecting. Wendy could feel her muscles begin to ache from over-exertion, not having correctly prepared herself for a fight of this magnitude, but she felt herself lucky when she saw the state of some of her other teammates. Glancing over at Natsu, she saw blood dripping from his temple from a shallow wound, no doubt from one of the non-magic user’s weapons, and Gray and Lucy didn’t look much better.

There was no doubt they had the upper hand in the fight and would ultimately see their goal through, but more than anything, she wanted it to be over so she could make sure her friends were okay.

Once the final bandit had been cuffed and tied up, Wendy finally let out a sigh of relief. Not that she thought this job would end any other way, but she was just glad it was finally over.

After giving the carriage a once-over and ensuring all goods remained untouched, the driver gave them his thanks before seeing himself off, and Wendy could finally see herself to ensure her teammates were back in tip-top shape.

Before she could even think of approaching Natsu to treat his wound, Lucy threw herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and holding onto him like her life depended on it, and Natsu responded with equal enthusiasm.

Her hand rested gently on his jaw, and for a second, Wendy thought she was going to lean in for a kiss. Instead, but just as tender, she nestled into his chest, arms holding him close as he tucked her under his chin and it looked like a perfect fit.

Wendy tried to turn her attention elsewhere and give the pair some privacy, but she couldn’t help eavesdropping now that her ears were tuned in to their conversation.

"I’m so glad you’re safe," Lucy murmured into his chest.

"Me too," Natsu replied as he rubbed soothing circles into her back.

The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, content to find comfort in each other’s presence, until Natsu spoke up again.

"I love you," he mumbled, his voice muffled in her hair but clear as day to Wendy.

"I love you too," Lucy responded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Wendy immediately felt her face heat up at their declaration, feeling every bit of love and emotion in their words. Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes as the emotions took hold of her body, and she felt herself begin to get weepy at the tender scene.

They were in love.

They were so deeply, truly in love, and the mere sight of it was enough to make her emotional.

She wiped away her tears and sucked in a long breath, not wanting to let herself give their secret away because she couldn’t keep her emotions in check.

"Is everything okay, Wendy?" Erza asked, "You’re not hurt, are you?"

"No, I’m okay," she clarified. "I’m just glad everyone else is okay."

"I was going to go heal up Natsu but…" The two of them glanced over at him and Lucy, finding them still wrapped in each other’s arms, Lucy buried in his chest while his hand and face were buried in her hair. "I think he’s occupied at the moment."

Wendy and Carla had made sure to arrive at the station for their ride home early, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Erza’s wrath if they arrived late, much like Natsu and Lucy had been doing lately. Erza and Gray were there already waiting for them, with Natsu, Lucy, and Happy, perhaps a little predictably at this point, nowhere to be seen.

"Natsu and Lucy aren’t here, are they?" Wendy asked.

"No," Erza confirmed, raising a brow slightly at that being her first question as she approached. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh um! N-no reason!" She stuttered out in reply, waving her hands out in front of her defensively.

In response to her weird behaviour, Carla placed her hands on her hips and let out a sigh. "What is going on with you, Wendy?" She demanded to know.

"Wh-what’s going on with me?" She replied, trying to act innocent and pretend she had no clue what she was referring to.

"You’ve been acting all skittish as of late, and you won’t even tell me why," Carla reprimanded.

"What are you talking about?" She nervously laughed, "I’m just nervous about the train ride is all."

"It’s not kind to lie, child," Carla replied, "and it’s even worse to keep secrets."

After seeing how the two of them had placed their utmost trust in her, Wendy was certain that she would be able to keep their secret for as long as they needed her to, but the way that her friend was looking at her made her resolve crack under the pressure.

"N-Natsu and Lucy are dating!" Wendy blurted out before slapping her hand over her mouth, immediately realising her mistake.

"Excuse me?"  Erza said, clearly taken aback by the look on her face.

"N-no! Oh gosh, I shouldn’t have said that…" she murmured, "I was supposed to keep it a secret, but now I’ve just gone and ruined everything."

Just as she was about to beg them not to mention it, Natsu, Lucy, and Happy made their entrance, and immediately Erza stepped in to ruin her plan of getting them to keep quiet about it.

"You and Natsu are dating?" Erza asked, her tone more accusatory than questioning.

"What?" Lucy asked, taken aback by the sudden question.

"I’m so sorry! I’m so, so sorry!" Wendy apologised, bowing her head deeply in remorse.

The entire group had been shocked into silence, not knowing how to act in this unusual situation, until Lucy let out a sigh.

"Well, I suppose we had to tell them anyway," Lucy said. "Yes, Natsu and I are in a relationship."

"How long?" Gray asked.

"I dunno," Natsu shrugged, "four, five months maybe."

Wendy blinked, dumbfounded at the reveal. She had been wracked with so much guilt, thinking that she had ruined the surprise so early on in their relationship, when in fact they had already been together for nearly half a year.

"So you’ve been dating for four or five months, and you didn’t think to tell any of us?" Gray followed up.

"We thought about it, but it just never felt like the right time," Lucy admitted.

"Good grief," Carla sighed. "Do you two know how much pressure poor Wendy has been under to keep your secret all this time?"

"Well, she only found out two days ago," Happy revealed.

The rest of them glanced over at Wendy, who sheepishly shrunk under their gaze, a little embarrassed by the revelation of just how little it had taken for her to blow the secret.

"Um… yes that’s true…" she mumbled. "Sorry… I didn’t mean to tell anyone…"

"Erm… congratulations, I suppose," Erza offered, not exactly sure how to respond to the awkward situation they had gotten themselves into.

"You know you’ve cuffed yourself with a moron, right Lucy?" Gray asked, not giving up an opportunity to take a jab at Natsu.

"Hey! How ‘bout you say that to my face!" Natsu yelled at him, suddenly forgetting any of what had just occurred, much more occupied with defending his pride.

"I will! You’re a goddamned moron!" Gray retorted.

Wendy took the distraction to shoot Lucy an apologetic look, to which she was met with a gentle one of her own, harbouring no contempt or ill-will towards her even after spilling their secret.

"Idiots, the lot of them," Carla sighed, interrupting their moment and bringing their attention back to the two boys, who were currently rubbing their heads from where Erza had smashed them together.

Wendy had anticipated the walk back to the guild to be more tense than it was, considering what she had done before the train ride back, but it seemed everyone had moved past it rather quickly.

Well, everyone but her.

"Everything okay, Wendy?" Lucy asked, noticing the way her gaze seemed to be cast to the ground.

"I um… I thought you guys would be more upset," Wendy revealed, "you know… with me."

"Why would we be upset?" she replied.

"Because you said you trusted me, and I broke my promise…" Wendy murmured.

"Ya can’t always keep every promise you make," Natsu shrugged, "‘sides, it’s not the worst promise you could have broken."

"So you’re not mad?"

"Of course we’re not mad," Lucy assured. "I’m not even sure we would have mentioned it if you hadn’t brought it up."

"Are you… going to tell the rest of the guild?" Wendy asked, uncertain if she was going to be able to keep it from that many people.

"Maybe," Natsu shrugged.

"Do you think you’ll be okay to keep it within our team, just for a little longer?" Lucy asked.

"I will… I will do my best!" Wendy assured, trying to gain back their confidence and trust by overcompensating in her own self confidence.

"We’re back!" Natsu loudly declared as they made it back through the guild doors.

"How did it go?" Mira asked, pulling out glasses for the returning guild members. "Do we need to file for any damages this time?" She teased.

"Not this time, thankfully," Lucy replied, before Natsu took his chance to jump in and tell everyone the contents of their latest mission.

"We fought a group of like fifty bandits," he exaggerated, which was met with an eyeroll from Lucy as she sipped on the drink Mira had passed over to her. "The guys tried to catch us off guard, but I caught ‘em before they could get the jump on us, one of them tried to stab me in the head, Lucy and I are dating, and we got the full reward."

Wendy choked on her drink slightly, head whipping back around to where Natsu had been relaying the story of their job to see if she had heard him right, and based on the gobsmacked faces of everyone around them, she could only assume she had.

"I’m sorry, what was that middle part?" Mira asked, caught off guard by the sudden announcement.

"One of them tried to stab me in the head," he repeated, gesturing towards the superficial wound that Wendy had stitched up after the fight.

"Natsu and I are dating," Lucy clarified for him.

"See! I told you!" Cana cackled in delight. "I knew they were sleeping together! Now hand it over, bitches!" She declared, holding out an open palm to a sulking Macao and Wakaba.

"I just thought after the grand magic games that they’d never figure it out," Wakaba grumbled as he and Macao dropped a handful of jewel in her hand.

"Well, that’s great!" Mira declared, hands clasped in front of her in excitement. "I’m so happy for you two!"

It didn’t take much for the guild to burst into raucous celebration, whether for the happy couple or merely for the sake of partying, Wendy wasn’t quite sure, but what she was sure of was the weight that had been lifted off of her back.

It wasn’t long until Lucy had found a seat next to Wendy, offering her a kind smile amidst the chaos.

"You didn’t do this because of me, did you?" Wendy asked, feeling a little bad that she might have been the reason they had finally broken the news just days after she had told her why they were keeping it quiet.

"Yes and no," Lucy replied. "We didn’t want to have to keep that pressure on you, but you also made us realise that everyone else deserved to know."

"I understand," Wendy replied. "I… wasn’t sure how long I would have been able to keep it anyway…" she confessed.

"I know," Lucy admitted, "Happy told us you were struggling from the very start."

Wendy merely let out a nervous laugh, feeling a little bit awkward that Happy had revealed just how terrible she was at keeping secrets.

"That’s okay," Lucy hummed before letting them fall into a comfortable silence as they watched the celebration unfold into a classic Fairy Tail brawl right in front of their eyes. "I think your timing was just right," she said, turning her attention back to Wendy. "I was scared that things might change if everyone knew, but you showed me that maybe that doesn’t have to be a bad thing."

"I’m happy I could help then, even if I didn’t do a very good job of keeping my promise."

Perhaps she had fumbled the ball, but it seemed as though everything had worked out for the best in the end. She hardly had any more time to talk to her about it before Lucy was taken from her side and swept straight off of her feet by Natsu, who pulled her into the first of many kisses, to take place right in the middle of the guild hall.

[armpirate]

UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 25

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Warnings: first time attempt, vaginal sex, hints of trauma and abuse)

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Ever since they started, I did a good job ignoring those nightmares. But yesterday everything felt so vivid, so distressing, that I forgot where I was and who I was with. I've also tried to give it a meaning, it could be one of my insecurities acting up whenever I'm around Jungkook. But it stresses me the fact that the house seems familiar. I have the feeling it actually exists, and I've been there at least once, I can even remember the smell of musty wood. And that would mean those nightmares aren't actually made up, but a memory.

Or maybe I'm just thinking too much about it.

I'm brought back to reality when one of the customers snaps his fingers at me, smiling satisfied when he finally gets me to look at him and pay attention to what he wants.

The fact that my boss is here should've made me be more aware of the environment I'm in and how I can't space out whenever I feel like it. Thank god Jim is too lost in his own world and the group of people he's been paying attention to for the past thirty minutes to even notice it.

And just as expected, he leaves after there are only two tables left. I gotta say he's stayed around longer than he usually does whenever he comes around. Usually he only comes mid-shift, and when he leaves depends on whether we have everything under control or everything is a chaos because of the big amount of people. Like what happened today.

It's Saturday, so it isn't surprising there were a hell lot of customers. Also there isn't a better mix than drunk assholes pushing your buttons and sore legs because you wanted to have fun the night before, and said pain gets multiplied by twenty because you have to walk and stand for eight hours.

I start picking up all the empty glasses when the last table has already paid and is about to leave. Although two knocks on the crystal door, after I see them standing up and leaving, makes me think I will have to fight a drunken asshole because he won't want to leave. It isn't totally a weekend if that doesn't happen.

—We're closed —I inform, not lifting my gaze to the door.

—That's why I'm here.

His voice is so recognizable, it makes me smile instantly to know he's here. Jungkook enters the bar, taking off his jacket while he makes his way to the counter just to leave it there along with a small plastic bag he brought. I don't need to tell him, he walks to the other tables just to do the same thing I'm doing.

—Should I start sharing my tips with you? —I joke—. Every time you come here, you end up cleaning.

—Artist in the morning and pub cleaner at night —he frowns—. Sounds like a lame superhero parody.

—It fits you perfectly then —I tease him.

—Low blow, cocktease —he points his finger at me.

I simply shrug, unable to hide my smile. Not even when we are in silence. It's crazy what he's able to do only with his presence.

—What's the plan for tonight? —I dare to ask.

—We're traveling back in time.

I'm taken aback by his response. Is it going to be one of those weird thematic dates, similar to parties based in the eighties and stuff like that? If so, he should've told me before so I could've gotten something ready.

—You didn't live your teenage years like everyone did —he walks to the counter, and supports his elbows on the surface—. So I thought, how can someone go on adult dates when they haven't gone on average dates first?

—You mean I'm back to being sixteen?

He nods and smirks, before speaking again.

—And you'll pick what kind of crush I am: the bad boy you're sneaking to see or the high school crush.

—Which one were you?

—Neither —he snorts—. I told you I was a donkey. I wasn't lying. I didn't like studying, but I did what I was told to. Normal dude.

—Then play that —I shrug—. I'm on a date with the normal donkey—I fake a disappointed tone.

—Hey, the normal donkey is a sweetheart —he tries to defend himself.

—That's why I picked him.

He looks down and smiles, trying to hide his face from me. Although I can catch a glimpse of his pink cheeks before his locks get in the way.

✸ ✸ ✸

When we're finally done with tidying up the bar, I go to the bathroom to change my black t-shirt to a salmon one and a denim jacket. When I meet him again, he acts shocked and surprised to see me, looking at me from head to toe.

—You look beautiful.

—You're so annoying —I hit his arm, making him chuckle.

—Shall we go?

After nodding, I lead the way outside. Although I stop in front of the door to set the alarm and close it. When I turn around, he's already on his motorbike, waiting for me while holding the handlebar.

—The donkey knows how to ride a motorbike? —I joke, walking up to him.

—The donkey has a dark past, so he's also the bad boy your parents wouldn't want you to date.

—You're taking this too seriously —I cackle.

I hop on the motorbike, noticing while I'm still placing myself behind him how the purple is already fading. Although I really like this color on him, I'm already missing his natural hair color.

Jungkook doesn't tell me where we are going, or what's the plan. He starts the engine and starts driving, only dedicating me a soft smile before. Unlike other times, I like the idea of not knowing what's to come. And the concept of our date is heart-warming, I wouldn't have thought of something like this myself. So the fact that he did means a lot to me.

And I'm going to be honest, when he said he was planning the typical teenage date, nothing came to mind. But when he parks his motorbike in the parking lot near the port, and asks me to follow him until we stop in front of a small sign that has "Bowling & Games" with pink neon lights, I know he put a lot of thought into it.

—Is it open?

—Yup —he smiles proudly—. I spent all evening trying to find a place that was open at this time, and I found this. The bowling is closed, but we can spend some time at the arcade.

Honestly? He could've told me to take a stroll around my neighborhood and it'd have been fine by me. So the fact that he put so much effort on it only makes it even better.

—So this is how you won girls over? —I finally ask when we get to the arcade side of the establishment.

—This is how I desperately tried to win girls over, yes.

While we are at the arcade, we don't talk much. Most of our conversation is reduced to insults and threats, and several dares while we're competing against each other. How competitive we both are isn't good, and clearly neither of us are good losers. Proof of that: we've played on the hockey table six times already, and it's always because the other wants a rematch.

I know all his moves, I know how nervous and impatient he is getting by the way he jumps on his place and twists his tongue against his cheek. He also cracks his neck on both sides, and gives me that challenging look trying to intimidate me.

Ater his confident look turns into an annoyed one when I score the third goal and he's still at zero. He keeps talking to himself, pouting his lips as he usually does when he's ranting or complaining about something. And I find it funny and endearing enough to have me slipping my hand away from the lodge, just so he can slip the disc a few more times.

That smirk and challenging look comes back to his face when we are in a tie. But he obviously doesn't leave it there.

—Cocktease, I told you I'm an ace at this. See how I ascended? —he bends to get better movements— I was the best at this back in Seoul. Don't feel disappointed.

—What do you mean? —I ask annoyed— I let you score all those goals. We'd have finished the match by now.

—It's alright. You don't need to make up exc...

While he's talking, and trying to lecture me, I hit the disc and make it enter his lodge as he tremendously fails while trying to block it.

—What did you say about being an ace and shit? —I tease him, crossing my arms over my chest.

—I was distracted —he looks around—. And I was tired of this game after playing so many times.

—Sure, mr. Ace.

We play most of the games there, and probably we would've played them all if we hadn't been kicked out of the place after Jungkook was caught getting on the basketball game to move the ball in and out the basket constantly just to break the record.

Was it my fault? Probably. I told him he wouldn't be able to break the record, and he took the challenge. But it was totally worth it just to get that picture of him climbing over the crystal wall, with his legs parted, while trying the hardest he could to get the highest score. I'd dare him to do it again only to laugh with him like this.

—He kicked us out, but let's see who breaks the record now.

And that only makes me burst into a harder laughter, that forces me to hold onto his arm just to keep the balance.

When we both stop laughing, Jungkook leads the way to the port and asks me to check my bag. I open it, thinking I won't find anything, but instead, I find a transparent plastic bag filled with ice cream shaped sweets.

—There are no ice cream shops open so late, so I had to improvise —he snatched the bag away from my hands.

—When did you put it in my bag? —although I like the surprise, I'm way too curious to let that slip.

—It was on the counter. I saw it when I was putting the glasses inside the washing machine —he informs me—. I didn't think we'd find the plastic bag on the motorbike when we came back, so your bag was the plan B.

—Smart boy.

He smiles wide, opening the bag and finally letting me pick one of the sweets, just so he can pick another one.

—Oh, ice cream and taking a walk? —he nods— I like it.

We start walking, getting closer to the port and filling the silence with the sound of the wood of the boats cracking because of the movement of the water. He pats my arm, and I open the plastic bag for him so he picks another one.

—How long have you been in New York?

—Five or six years —he scrunches his nose, smiling nervously while trying to remember—. I started the degree at twenty, but joined the military service a year later... Wait, I was seventeen when I graduated, that in Korean age is nineteen and I'm twenty-eight, almost-twenty nine...

He gets lost trying to remember when he did whatever he did, his eyes are up, almost as if he were trying to sneak them inside his brain to get a glimpse of the information he seems to be missing.

—Five years ago —he finishes—. I asked to be transferred after my parents moved here because of Soo, so I finished the degree here.

—How was it? I bet it was difficult at first —we walk side by side, at a slow pace.

—It was —he nods—. But it could've been worse. I started working with Mark almost as soon as I landed in the US, and by the time I graduated, Mark had already turned me into a partner in the studio. I also met Leslie there, so I found myself with a girlfriend and a new group of friends quite fast.

—Do you miss Korea?

—Sometimes —his hands slide through his hair, taking the long locks away from his face so he can look at me properly—. We should take a trip one day. I bet you'd love it.

I can't hide the smile on my face that forms after he says that. Jungkook didn't say that I should go once and visit the country, he said we both should. The two of us together. And whether he's just saying it because it just ran through his mind, or whether he actually wants me to go with me, it's still special for me the wording he used.

—What about you? Do you miss New Jersey?

—Not really —I play with the plastic bag—. I didn't do anything to miss it. I made no memories there, so I don't think there is much to miss.

—Aren't your parents there?

—I haven't talked to them since I moved out. They were devastated when I told them I was going to move here and I was going to study Fine Arts —I tilt my head—. Actually, I did see them when my grandma died, but we didn't talk much —I chuckle—, if not at all. But yeah... it's not like we talk every day and we count the days until I get a few days off so I can see them. They haven't made the effort to come and see me either. I guess it's fine.

It's fine. I will forever be grateful for how hard they worked so I could get everything I needed, and I can't say I feel nothing for them. They will forever be my parents, and if they ever needed something I'd rush wherever they are to give it to them, but some relationships aren't meant to exist. It's better this way than us three forcing the happy family image.

—I'm sorry to hear that.

—Don't be. It's okay.

We stay quiet for a few minutes, although I keep seeing him trying to get the conversation started. He moves his head trying to find the right way to bring up the topic.

—Did you... —he thinks the question— Did you meet someone the week we didn't talk?

—Why? —I giggle— Would you be jealous if I said I did?

It starts as a joke, I meant it as a joke in a dumb attempt to be funny. But his fast "yes", with no hesitation nor doubt in his tone, makes me pause.

—That week I was too busy thinking about you and cursing your existence.

—That's why my ears were beeping all the time.

I see Jungkook laughing, and at the same time his steps also slow down until he stops walking. I look at him, waiting for him to say something. But I'm not ready for the look he's giving me right now. The street lights reflecting in his pupils just make it seem as if I could see the stars through his eyes.

—Fuck it. I can't go slower with you —he mutters.

Before I'm able to react his hands are wrapped around my neck and his lips are locked with mine. My eyelids fall closed when the softness of his lips make me drunk enough that I want to fully enjoy him. His taste mixed with the metallic taste of his lip ring has always had it easy to make me go down bad, but tonight it feels different.

The kiss doesn't go crazy, we don't lose our senses the way we usually do when we end up in this situation. We just kiss and enjoy this beautiful moment until he breaks the kiss. Jungkook's forehead rests on mine, our breaths mixing while our lips are still rubbing against each other.

—Shall we go to my place?

—We always go to your place —I giggle, my arms still wrapped around his waist.

—That's because I like having you there.

He places a soft kiss on the tip of my nose, and holds my hand before he starts leading the way back to where his motorbike is placed.

✸ ✸ ✸

I wasn't nervous when he parked the motorbike and kept being touchy and kissy while we were on the lift. I started being nervous when he made me wait outside of his apartment, and closed the door right on my nose. No explanation, no warning. Just a "Give me a second", with a worried look and the door being slammed.

That, and what happened yesterday only makes me think the worst for a quick second. The worry disappears fast though, as soon as he opens the door again and Jungkook has a radiant smile while the rest of his house is still dark.

He invites me to get in, moving his body away from the door and opening a small gap -big enough so I can walk past it with no problem. And I swear nothing would've prepared me for the way my heart squeezes with such emotion when I see everything he has prepared for me. The path of rose petals from his door to the bedroom, his house only being lit by some candles strategically positioned so he wouldn't need to turn on the lights... This is only for me.

—I know it's a cliche —I hear him on my back—, and something way too used in movies. But you deserved something special, and I couldn't find anything else that could've made it bet...

I interrupt him. I turn on my feet and pull him closer by the neck, shutting him up when my lips collide against his. It's a cliche, it's something that was overused by movies, but it's something he's done for me. He could've done nothing. He could've taken the step last night when I first told him I was ready, he could've gone on with all of it without doing any of this. Yet here we are.

We don't need to speak. The intensity of the kiss and our shaky breaths are loud enough for the both of us. I'm not aware of how big he is, compared to me, until he pushes me and corners me against the door. There's something about my head resting against the wood, his hand pulling my hips closer to his body and his tongue doing those magical moves while we're kissing that make me lose my head.

I'm ready to give him everything.

It just takes us a few minutes more to start taking our clothes off in between kisses and playful bites. Soon everything's gone and we are left only with our underwear. And there's no room for shyness and insecurity. It's just the two of us and this moment. Jungkook picks me up with barely any effort, both of his hands holding my thighs and lifting my body as if I weighed nothing.

Jungkook leaves me carefully on the bed, as if I were the most precious thing in this room and he didn't want me to break. He hovers over me, kissing every bit of skin he finds from my cheeks to my pelvis, leaving my body full of wet kisses. Unlike other times, he doesn't look at me like a prey, he's trying to make it as thoughtful as possible.

He starts sliding my panties down my legs, and he also takes off his boxers so we both are equally naked. He crawls up over my body again, kissing my lips slowly, but with such intensity that I'm convinced I'll go crazy. One of his hands is cupping my cheek, while the other is wandering all over my body, tracing my curves as if he were painting them until his hand finds the knee.

—Open your legs a bit for me —he demands with a raspy voice.

That tone goes straight to my core, that throbs and clenches around nothing, eager for him, eager for what's to come.

His hand moves up my leg again, and disappears in between our bodies until his fingertips meet with the wetness of my pussy. He groans on my lips, kissing me again, while two of his fingers slide in between my folds.

—You're beautiful.

His thumb ghosts my clit in circles, teasing me while two of his fingers are tempting my entrance. He smiles satisfied when I lift my hips, asking for more. And he gives it to me with no hesitation. His digits dig inside, opening me up, stretching me out with delicacy. They move in and out with a slow pace, but he makes sure they are knuckles deep inside of me every time he gets the chance.

Just the image of the tattoos of his fingers disappearing slowly is enough to make me moan right now.

—You're taking it so well, baby.

The combination of what his eyes are showing is confusing and exciting. They're dark, showing the self control he's putting himself under not to fuck my brains out right now; but at the same time, they're filled with care and admiration, as if this first time will forever be marked for us two. And that, that's the duality I always talk about when it comes to him. And seeing it mixed in his eyes for the very first time is the hottest thing I've ever seen.

—Are you ready?

—Yeah —I'm not aware of how nervous I am until I hear my trembling voice.

—If you ever want me to stop —he warns me—, just say it. I won't get mad. Remember communication and knowing your limits.

My heart beats faster when I see it happening. He leans toward the night stand to pull out a shiny wrapping. And I can't look away while he's opening it up with his teeth, taking out the condom to roll it down his cock. Nervousness hits my body right at the same time excitement does.

Jungkook's eyes fall on mine again, looking for reassurance as his cock is lined up towards my entrance. The tip rests against it, and it must be pretty obvious everything that I'm feeling right now, because he cups my cheek again and leans to kiss me again.

I know he's doing it to distract me from the pain, he just wants to make it easier for me. But that darkness suddenly puts my body in alert mode. And it only gets worse when he invades me. I stop feeling him, I stop being aware he's the one trying to make me feel good. Panic installs in my brain, and everything just stops working for me. I'm unable to follow his kiss, or move my hands on his back to encourage him to go further. Instead, I break down crying.

—Stop —I ask him, pushing him by his shoulders—. Please, stop —my voice sounds desperate.

And he does.

He pulls out when I first ask him and cups my cheeks, trying to make me look at him. But I'm too deep into that darkness that I can't find a way out. Every bit of arousal, excitement and confidence I felt vanished the moment I closed my eyes to be replaced by fear, insecurity and desperation to get out of here.

He's able to knock me back to this, to where we are when he hugs me and makes my head rest on his chest. The repetitive, yet soothing sound of his heart beat drags me back here, yet I seem unable to stop crying.

—I'm sorry —I manage to say in between sobs—. I ruined everything. I'm sorry.

—Shh —his fingers dig on my scalp, trying to get me to relax under his touch—. You didn't ruin anything.

That dark feeling doesn't leave me though. It's not like all the other times we were able to brush it off and just go on. It stays with me, it doesn't leave, and some disturbing images keep flashing in my head. It's like those nightmares finally made their way to real life and I can't seem to ignore it nor stop them.

None of us try to talk about it, he knows it's not the moment for it, and I'm too disturbed right now to speak more than just two words together. Jungkook holds me tight, enough to let me know that he's here, that I'm safe. He just comforts me while I'm desperately crying on his chest. Everything keeps replying in my head until it suddenly stops. I'm not aware when I fall asleep, but everything just goes black and stops. 

[regicidal-defenestration]

KaF3Countdown - A Client and A Case

He hadn't expected actual fairies.

Oh, sure, the little ginger man in the big coat - he'd introduced himself as Cain maybe? - had warned him that they'd be dealing with magic. He'd said there was "probably" no danger, with the "don't sue me, I can't afford the legal fees" heavily implied. He'd even - fuck, it was spelt weirdly wasn't it? Kane, then? - given him two small silver coins for protection, which he'd taken to show willing.

But Feels hadn't expected actual, real life, fairies living in an old lady's garden, curdling her milk and scaring the neighbour's cats.

Kane had been called up by her to have it exorcised, although, as he was keen to point out, exorcism would have likely made the fairy problem even worse.

Feels had come along because he'd seen Kane's advert in the paper - wanting a partner in his "paranormal detective agency".

It had sounded interesting, or something that'd make a good story at least, and more than that it paid well, well enough to have gone out with him after for a meal at an actual restaurant.

"Is this, like, your day job?" he asked around mouthfuls of chicken vindaloo.

"God no!" Kane laughed, then at least had the grace to look embarrassed about it.

"Do you know how many people think I'm just conning old ladies out of their life savings?"

"I thought it was a front for selling drugs," Feels admitted.

Stopping with a forkful of korma halfway to his mouth, Kane gave him a baffled look.

"And you still came?"

A shrug.

"Didn't have anything else on today. Anyway-" Feels pointed at himself, then back at Kane. If Feels was built like a solid log, Kane was barely a twig. 

"- I reckon I could take you in a fight, magic or not."

Kane paused, barely.

"That's exactly why I want to offer you a job."

That's exactly why he-

What?

What?

Feels couldn't deny he'd enjoyed the day. Or, enjoyed was possibly the wrong word. Worried for his health and/or sanity, maybe. Enjoyed bargaining with the fairies to get them to leave in the same way you enjoy coming face to face with an unexpected bear, but only afterwards when you live to tell everyone about it.

He'd definitely enjoyed the food. Even enjoyed Kane's company when the man wasn't being a prat, which amounted to approximately half the time they'd spent together, rounded up generously.

And instead of saying any of this, Feels asked instead:

"A job?"

"I can't promise it'll be safe," Kane said quickly. 

"There's no guarantee we'll even find clients, or that they won't all be dead ends or pranks."

"Job in the loosest sense of the word then?" 

It hadn't meant to have come out so sarcastically, and Feels felt bad at Kane's grimace.

"If it doesn't work out, you can forget I ever existed. But I know… I know there are people out there who need, actually need the kind of help we can give."

Kane spread out his hands.

"So, what do you think?"

And Feels realised he didn't need to think about it.

"What's our next case?"

[stalemateserial]

49

Down a ten digit, now. Seeing the four stand where a five had was making it all the more real. Harder to deny. It'd be rather convenient to experience the five stages of grief over ten days each, that'd leave her with twenty days of acceptance, give or take.

But I don't accept this just yet.

She was feisty like that, so it goes.

"Are you finding it harder to ignore?"

Ruth's measuring the potted plant attached to one of the examination tables, either lost in thought or else doing a bang-up job pretending she was. "Finding what harder to ignore? How silly these experiments are?"

"No, I meant, you know… the deadline."

"It's a bit unrealistic to think you can ignore it, don't you think?"

"Well, that'd be the better way to conduct myself, wouldn't it? I'm not feeling much like I'm seizing the days I have left."

"Your memento mori is mixing with your carpe diem, hmmm?"

"I suppose so."

"I guess I'm ahead of schedule, then, I'm feeling a lot more caveat emptor than I am memento mori."

"Remind me what that is, exactly?"

"Let the buyer beware."

"Well, you can hardly say we paid for this."

"Not yet, but we might be paying the ultimate price soon."

Judith felt her breathing begin to get away from her. Her heartbeat was in her ears loud enough to nearly drown out the air processing. Her eyes were stinging with water. "Jesus, we really are, aren't we? I mean we really, truly are. I really am going to die."

"For now, it'd be the realistic thing to expect, but I ain't dead yet, Judy. It might not seem like it, but there's people down there scratching every fold of their brain trying to think up a way out of this. It's either silly to let it occupy your every thought because we'll have a solution, or it's useless, because you're just wasting your last days."

Judith sniffled, stray tears drifting into weightless space around her face. "But how can I not? I don't want to die."

"I know, honey. I don't either. There's not much waiting for me back down there, but it's enough to make me want to stick around to see it again. But until the second I feel myself starting to choke, my fight isn't over. And we still have something we need to do."

"I haven't thought about that too much today."

"Well, thinking yourself into a pit will do that. Find a rope, honey; we made a promise."

So Judith thought about it. The board was opening up now, there were many more options to consider. Every so often, while she pondered, tendrils of doubt would rear up from the pit Ruth had willed into existence, misery seeking company. Judith would dismiss them, each one more forceful and impatient than the last. But Ruth was right about the promise. So she strategized, simulated possible outcomes, let herself be tactical. They're having dinner when she says "Queen's side knight to D2."

Ruth wipes the corners of her mouth with a napkin. "You haven't forgotten the agreement, have you?"

"It's not an agreement, it's a wager. Jumping the gun gets you trouble in a game like this. I know better than to let you bait me."

Ruth caught Judith's drifting gaze, smiling a Cheshire smile. "Maybe I'll take a piece tonight, then."

"You'd sacrifice a potential lead just to get rid of the tension?"

"There's tension?"

Judith looks away, but she can tell Ruth's eyes are still on her. "Come on, now, don't tease me. I've too much dignity to be anything but coy."

"Methinks the lady hath read too much Jane Austen."

"You don't like thinking to yourself whether they will or they won't?"

"I don't think it's uncommon knowledge whether or not Mr. Darcy ends up with Elizabeth."

"Sure, but it's not about what happens eventually. It's about every time it's been so close, re-examining what was really happening once you know for sure. It's about the buildup."

"If you like the buildup," Ruth purred, "allow me my opportunity to construct. Fancy me an architect."

Judith knows she's playing along, now. Humoring a joke to avoid what follows the punchline. "Is that what this is?"

"No, no, I'm having too much fun teasing you. All you'll get from me now is this: Castle, rook at F8, king at F9"

[zuckarr]

I have a friend who is a psychologist and we're good pals. We're not as close as I hoped we'd be, but we still see eachother from time to time and enjoy our casual meetups. A few weeks ago, we decided to go out and she picked me up; my grandmother was there as well and said hi to her. They chatted as I was still getting ready.

My grandmother is an extremely ambiguous person: she can be quite fake, treating others lovingly while despising them behind their backs. She's a huge hypocrite, she lacks identity (she jumps from one opinion to another, according to what's convenient for her at the moment), she's racist (even though she claims she isn't), condescending, a bit arrogant, gossipy etc... moreover, she's an amazing actress - she is particularly good at keeping up this facade of an adorable, catholic, old lady who loves Jesus and wishes for everyone to get along.

I can't really blame my grandmother for being this way, because she is just the result of her times. I used to get mad at her, but I stopped. She's in her 80s, so nowadays, I just let her be.

This applies to pretty much my whole family. There is a lot of emotional abuse going on behind my family house's curtains. They are bad people with good reputations. My grandmother is some sort of game master here. To name a few toxic behaviours: she controls everybody's finances secretively, hired a detective to find out who my sister's partner was at the time, paid a cop to follow my aunt when she was having psychotic episodes... and much more that I don't even know about.

My psychologist friend knows this. I had told her about it in detail months before. I remember her surprised look, as she had not expected my grandmother to be phony. I had also told her about how enraging it is for me to bear my grandmother's good reputation. Everybody tells me I have an amazing grandma. It's hard pretending that she is and smile at them. I wish I could tell them what she's truly like, but I am well aware nobody would believe me (I had tried revealing it to somebody before - and it was useless).

That evening, my grandmother showered my friend in compliments as she always does with everyone, and even fake cried while telling her how moving it is to see such a 'good girl in a cruel world' or something along those (dumb) lines. I was disgusted to hear this, knowing she didn't mean any of it, and I naively thought that my friend would come in my room and be just as disgusted, but... she was radiant instead. She briefly commented on how adorable my grandmother is, I replied saying 'yeah... no...' to which she answered, and I quote: 'oh, cmon, that's depressing...!'

I felt bad and angry. I didn't expect her to fall for it despite knowing the truth. I find it an easily forgettable experience when a stranger defends my family, but a friend? A psychologist? I genuinely hoped for, idk, a smarter reaction? I went out with her that night, pushing those feelings to the side, but they came right back as soon as I was home again.

I don't know how to deal with this. I don't want to tell my friend anything about it because I felt deeply misunderstood by her and I am too scared to feel that way again. I'd rather just let it dissipate over time, but I can't deny how discouraging it feels to tell personal stuff to people, only for my toxic family to win them over in a matter of seconds. How do you even show a friend years of abuse? My toxic family's wonderful reputation has haunted me my whole life. Having an ally matters a lot to me. I longed for somebody to take my hand and agree about how horrible my family is. They made me feel like I was the crazy one, seeing things that aren't there, falsely accusing good people... I was right instead. I vowed to never praise anyone's family. You don't know what they're truly like until somebody actually tells you. I hope to find more compassionate friends in the future. I hope you are one of them.

Meanwhile, I'll hold dear the loved ones I have now, who stand unmovable by my side.

[aardvark-123]

~The Silver-Heart Chronicles Part 8: Moving On~

Our heroes spent an uncomfortable night sleeping in the Bleak Falls Barrow refectory, followed by a quiet breakfast of scavenged cheese. Once they were confident the dragon had got bored and wandered off, they left the barrow and headed back into town.

Camilla couldn't help but worry how her brother would be feeling. She hadn't left him on the best of terms, thanks to Yngvar and Kharjo's intervention. What if he'd sent bounty hunters after them, reported her as kidnapped, or even dug up her old doll's house and burned it out of blind, vengeful hatred?! The thought did not appeal.

Back in Riverwood, however, Lucan was in a much more even temper than could have been expected.

Yngvar looked at Kharjo. "We have?"

Kharjo looked at Yngvar. "Have we?"

"Um," said Camilla, "I was worried you'd be upset."

"Well... Maybe I should be, but I understand," said Lucan. "You needed to get all this... adventury stuff out of your system, but now that you've had a taste, it's probably far too much danger and fright for your liking. So you're gonna stay here and run the shop with me, right? And everything will be okay, right? Please say yes."

"Lucan... No! I'm going to be a warrior, a woman of adventure, see the world and have some fun for once! You can't stop me. Not any more." Almost casually, Camilla swung her war axe into the counter. "So don't try. Is that understood?"

Lucan considered it for a moment, then he burst into tears.

Satisfied that they'd paid lip service to the dark, gritty moral ambiguity of Skyrim and the way a seemingly pig-headed man could actually be speaking from genuine love and care towards his sister, albeit in a sloppy and heavy-handed way, our heroes departed from Riverwood. It was early in the morning, too dark for a good picture thanks to the RAID Weathers mod, but they were feeling good about their prospects.

"Where are we going, then?" asked Camilla.

"Kharjo and I were thinking of a second attempt at finding Whiterun," Yngvar began.

"And now that you're used to how my derriére looks in this armour," Kharjo butted in, "I am sure you will be able to tear your eyes away for long enough to check the map once in a while, yes?"

Yngvar went red. Camilla burst out laughing.

"On another note," said Yngvar, "you don't have to come with us, Camilla. You could go anywhere, do anything, be anything, although I don't recommend getting involved in the civil war."

"Oh, I know," Camilla assured him. "But you two seem like fun, so I might as well stick around!"

"Ah." Yngvar smiled. "Well, I can't promise your safety, nor can I promise something so absurd and frustrating that it beggars belief won't happen to us at every turn... If that's all right, we'd love to have you along."

"And I'd love to... Be had... Along!" Camilla giggled. She unhooked her axe and thrust it into the air. "Onwards, to Whiterun!"

They hiked down from the highland forest onto the great Whiterun tundra, past the Honningbrew meadery and a bear who will be missed. Some warriors seemed to have just finished slaying a stray giant on one of the fields nearby.

"Thanks for your help!" the ginger-haired woman shouted as they walked past. "Bunch of milk-drinkers..."

"What was her problem?" muttered Yngvar.

"I do not know," said Kharjo. "But some people can be like that, yes? There is usually no reason but their own sour tongues."

Undeterred by the sourness of Aela's tongue, Yngvar and the lads convinced the guards outside the city that no, they weren't dragons, and yes, they had a reason to go in. They neglected to clarify that their reason amounted to "we want to"; luckily, the guards bought it.

"So, this is Whiterun," said Kharjo. "It certainly is a friendly-looking city compared to some I've seen."

"Sigrid got in a fight with the blacksmith lady once," Camilla recounted excitedly. "I think that's her, working over by the gate. She broke Sigrid's nose!"

"Right. And did this Sigrid person deserve it, by any chance?" asked Yngvar.

"Probably," said Camilla.

They spent the afternoon exploring the city, making note of where all its most vital amenities were: the pub, the blacksmith, the missive board, the shop, the apothecary and the barrel which Adrienne never seemed to empty. It was a busy city where everyone seemed to have something to do, which meant most people had something with which they needed help.

"Well, yes, probably," Yngvar said carefully. "I have no interest in buying your sister, though, let me just get that out of the way. Honest to Stuhn, has there ever been a shopkeeper who's actually nice to his sister?!"

"It... It was a joke," Belethor said in a small voice. "I was joking! I made a joke. I'd never sell my sister into slavery due to the fact that I don't have a sister! And that it would be wrong. Look, are you going to kill these bandits for me or not?!"

Our heroes had little enthusiasm for the job, right up until they heard Belethor recount what cruel words the bandit chief had said some weeks ago to his sister. Kharjo shivered, Camilla wept and Yngvar's hair went grey at the mere thought of it, although with Yngvar you could hardly tell. They knew, however, that such a loathsome bully could not be allowed to live another day.

There were a few complications on the way to the bandits' den.

"Oh, Mara! Oh, Shor! I can't believe the handsome one stepped on Camilla!" wailed Yngvar, running for his life. Camilla was stuck like a piece of chewing gum to an armoured giant's foot, crying plaintively every time she hit the ground while he galumphed along in pursuit.

What ever could they do? Yngvar's fingers chanced upon a rolled-up piece of paper in his pocket, and with a desperate shout he siezed his chance.

As soon as the spell summoned her onto Nirn, the flame monarch leapt into action. She ploughed head-first into the giant's stomach, bowling him off his feet and straight into a pile of rubble. With a spin and a gleam in her eye she kicked him right in the face, denting his helmet and singeing his beard. Finally she ignited a spear of burning metal and plunged it into his heart.

"Forgive me... My brothers..." the giant groaned as he sank shakily to the ground. "At long last, the small people... Have... Triumphed. I return now... To the bones of the Earth... Rosebud."

"You really saved our bacon, you know." Yngvar looked up in admiration at the flame monarch, who was busy setting a stream on fire to show up.

"It was no problem," the Daedra giggled, doing a little twirl. "If the magic of that scroll hadn't bound me to your will, I'd have you for lunch! Good day~"

"Good... Day?" Yngvar watched her vanish in a whirl of purple energy. "I'm glad I'm not a conjurer."

Yngvar gave Kharjo a healing potion, and once he was back on his feet they turned their attention to Camilla. She was looking a little squashed, but none the worse for wear, and a quick scrub with a flannel removed most of the footprint.

Without further incident, our heroes tracked the bandits to a little cave known as Redoran's Retreat.

"I wonder who it was from House Redoran that found themself retreating here," Kharjo muttered as they ventured inside. "Oh, do not venture too far ahead with that torch, Yngvar! The lighting in here will be untenable for taking pictures."

Kharjo spoke the truth; it was far from tenable. With a small selection of dull, shadowy records of their exploits in hand, the trio fought their way to the end of the cave, where the leader of the bandits was waiting.

"I pity such pure-hearted fools as you three!" he crowed, swaggering towards our heroes with a warhammer in hand. Or was it a battle-axe? I can't tell. "Pure-hearted cowards who think men should be kind to their sisters, offer them support and understanding! Such weak-minded ideals are but paper in the fire of my hatred."

"How ignorant can you be," Yngvar said coldly, "to think anger and bitterness alone make you right? You don't know the meaning of family, the meaning of kindness! If you were worthy to call yourself 'brother', you'd have shown that poor girl how to mend her boat."

"Do you not know how lucky you are to have a sister, how much her presence enriches the world?!" Camilla piped up, her teeth bared in anger. "Women shouldn't have to cling to our brothers' sleeves! We don't deserve to be kept back, hungry and afraid, as if we'll crumble to dust out in the world! Come at me, swine, and I'll show you the strength of a true sister!"

"What is a sister? A miserable pile of diaries and pink pyjamas!" The bandit chief laughed. "Do you know mine cried after I told her she'd never be half the ferryman our father was? So pathetic! I enjoy her tears. But enough words! I shall slice and/or bludgeon thee like flies beneath my newspaper!"

The bandit chief surged forwards with bloodlust in his eyes. Yngvar met his weapon with steel only to be thrown back by the force of his onslaught. His sword bounced off the bandit chief's polearm when he tried to strike again.

Camilla and Kharjo circled around the bandit, yet somehow his weapon was there whenever they tried to strike, parrying their blows with barely a hint of effort. The bandit swung his hammer and/or axe in wild arcs, beating against his enemies' shields and leaving them no room to strike.

"I see you aren't going to make this easy," Yngvar growled. "But for people like you, I've been saving something special!" In one swift motion, he broke a vial of poison on the tip of his sword and swept the steaming green liquid across the blade. Letting out a battle cry he lunged towards the bandit.

The bandit's eyes flashed. Moving like lightning, he swung his weapon up against Yngvar's sword and flicked it into the ceiling. Without waiting for a moment he kicked Yngvar in the stomach, hurling him across the cave. Yngvar cried out in pain when he hit the rugged wall.

"Weakling!" the bandit chief roared. "None of you can hope to stand against me! Can you now see that this is the true power of a brother?!"

Kharjo hissed angrily. "Yours, my friend, is nothing more than the true power of a dickhead. Swagger and preen as much as you wish, but we will defeat you!"

"And what do you know?! Neither of you even have a sister!" The bandit chief raised his implement to strike, but out of nowhere a crossbow bolt stabbed into his arm.

"Aaaaaugh!" the bandit roared. "What in the bollocking feck?!"

"Miserable little pile of arrogance and stupidity." Yngvar blew a convenient wisp of smoke off his crossbow. Despite the blood staining his armour, he stood tall as he approached the bandit. "Strength alone is not what makes a brother. Let us show you the other ingredients!"

Yngvar pounced forwards and grabbed the bandit's injured arm. Sensing his cue, Kharjo did likewise, and sunk his claws into his other arm.

"What are you doing?! You miserable fools! Release me!" the bandit chief roared, struggling against their grip.

"Brothers weren't made to rule with an iron fist!" Yngvar roared, clinging on with all his might. "Helping our sisters, encouraging them and seeing where their greatest strengths lie, that is the true meaning of brotherhood." He smiled. "Do you still not understand? Kharjo and I have a sister, right here, and her name is Camilla Valerius!"

The bandit chief went pale, but he had no time to react. Camilla was coming for him with her axe raised high, a warrior's roar on her lips. She swung with the fury of a thousand sisters and struck his head from his neck.

The warriors sighed with relief when the bandit and his noggin fell upon the rocky floor. At last, the evil in Redoran's Retreat had fallen.

"Oh, look," Camilla said, rummaging through the bandit chief's things. "It wasn't a hammer or an axe. It was a long mace!"

"Interesting." Kharjo's forehead wrinkled. "Why, then, was it in the chest rather than clutched in our late nemesis's hands?"

"Details!" said Yngvar firmly. "Come on, let's give Belethor the good news. After you..." He smiled at Camilla. "Sis."

[gleefullypolin]

I agree, I think people had 2 years of headcanons in their heads and a lot of people hung a lot of meaning on one sentence where Anthony calls him green and where he says he's sworn off women, the implication for a man of the time he's in is, of course, being that he's sworn off love. Not sex. We have no idea of knowing what he did or did not do on his first trip out of the country. There's nothing in the show that made me think he was saving himself. Tbh, the only time I ever heard of Colin being a virgin was in fandom, that was their idea, not the show's.

And to be frank, though I know I may not express it as delicately as I mean to, the way people want her to sleep with Debling is not the same as him sleeping with sex workers that he's paid to entertain him. The equal comparison would be Marina (in show canon) and yeah, give me a brothel scene over that any day of the week. We are not meant to take these 20 second scenes of the male leads being with other women seriously to their love story. I know it sounds terrible but if you take the time they're in and the women they're sleeping with, there are no feelings there. Anthony stops sleeping around when he starts courting Edwina seriously (or at least they don't show it). I think Simon almost goes to a woman but can't go through with it in his season (it's been a while since I've seen it) when he started to have feelings for Daphne.

Oh yes, book Colin is experienced and s bit cocky but that's part of what is so important to their spicier scenes in the book, he's like, overwhelmed at being with her? Like, he's had sex and been with women but he's barely hanging onto his senses with Penelope because he's so in love with her. Even before he realizes he's in love with her, he's damn near worshipping her. Which is fair because the man declares he worships the ground she walks on later, ha. I think him having experience is probably integral to their scenes somewhat because, well, there's no real way to have two virgins be anything less than awkward, it's not going to be sexy at all. That carriage scene doesn't work with a man who has never touched a woman sensually.

(Please direct all potential pitchforks you get for my opinion to me, I can handle it, haha. I'm turning into a Lord Kenebling hater at this point so I'm ready for it.😄)

Oh my god, Neal. My villain origin story. I have never actually detested a character quite like that. Even actual villains I'm like...I get it a little bit. Him dying off was truly the best thing, I was like wooooo! yeahhhhh!! The most annoying arc on that show was always his, ha. He was trash and I can never be convinced otherwise.

Man, if I never have to see her onscreen again that would be fine. She's truly just so unlikable. I didn't even know Phillip for more than 30 seconds in s2 and I was like I am so sorry my guy, go tend to your plants. I feel you.

They love to inflate everything a character does when it suits their narrative. The girl doesn't lie about what she's saying and they totally ignore that LW is only relevant to their society because society is buying her paper, they're the ones eating it up. Suddenly they can't see and can't hear when you mention that. If you give me a teenage/young woman with a complex character who acts like an actual human being I can give you never ending examples of people who suddenly think misogyny is cool actually.

(Double that if there's a ship war of some kind happening)

I agree with you. 2 years was a LOOONG time to build up a headcannon while waiting for this season to launch. And even longer considering people who were into the books and waiting for this to come. I stumbled into this not even knowing they ended up together, so I was just following along and went aww aren’t they cute, I want them to end up together. Lucky me it ended up being a canon ship. HAHA!

But honestly for a man traveling the world, gaining experience in Paris and Greece, I would expect he stumbled into a lady’s bed now and then, he’s quite handsome. ESPECIALLY because he’s trying to find something, he’s out looking for his purpose, running from whatever he left at home (don’t tell me he didn’t feel anything for Pen, I’ll never believe he felt nothing and that didn’t confuse him) and has no idea what that may his purpose is and you are right, he swore off women and after Marian that equaled love! Because that is what burned him. So, he was not looking for a woman to LOVE. That did not mean he was not looking for experience or otherwise. So, I never really thought he would come back “untarnished”.

I am with you on the Debling of it though. I have ZERO interest in Pen sleeping with him or otherwise. Zilch. I will not be delicate either and I think you may be the only person who reads my blog anyway so I doubt I see any hate for this, so I am of no concern, but that is of no interest to me for her. Because she is not out searching for that. Pen is looking for confidence, yes. She is looking for someone to see her for her, yes. But it was a different time back then. And I do not think she will be getting what she needs from Lord Obi Wan, it will be nice, it will be sufficient for what she thinks she can get, but it will be lacking and that is not what our Pen deserves.

I read a Shondaland piece today and boy did it hit me because it hit to what I really wanted to drive home about Pen’s coming of age story.

Then there was the video of LN and NC saying what they disliked about their characters, and she said it was that her character was a compulsive liar. And I was like GIRL YES! I know people don’t want to hear it but YES, that is the part of growing up I want to see. You can’t build love and an adult relationship on a lie, and this is why I need him to find out about LW BEFORE he proposes and they get together because adult Colin and Pen need to bare themselves to each other with no lies. All truth. Pen cannot be herself until she is both Pen and LW and then show him who she is and that she loves him before he can truly love her as who she is and she is Pen but she is also LW. I was like YAS QUEEN!

Sorry I ran off on a tangent. Where was I…After the lying is over EXPERIENCED Colin knowing who she is can then worship the damn ground that the queen walks on. Sorry that his Pen walks on. And I do think that he will worship the hell out of her because you don’t get a man yearning like we have seen on his face in like every damn scene we have gotten so far without him never wanting to touch another woman and constantly calling her “my wife” like we are getting.

I’m always so glad to meet a fellow Neal hater. The Captain Swan ladies always seemed to enjoy that every fic I wrote would never paint him in a positive light and would always end up killing him in some painful and ridiculous way. I appreciated him dying, good on you sir, but man their shippers were insufferable.

I don’t think they will bring her back…fingers crossed because its not necessary. And I think it just confuses the plot and makes it icky. I know when I figured out who he was I was like…oh eww. Plants…yes tend to the plants.

Right, no one mentions the fact that everyone buys the “trash” she writes and slurps it up like a dessert. I’m just so curious how he figures it out. I’ve actually been dreaming up so many different scenarios. Eloise lets it slip, Pen says something that he traces back to a phrase in an article, he follows her, a glance, she yells it at him in an argument, my goodness I’ve pretty much dreamed it all up. I’ve quite enjoyed trying to come up with new ways to make the time go by. I don’t get why people get so angry, make it a game and play on!

[malamai]

Our little vacation was good but not what we expected.

We had such a good time but it was a very different experience to what we thought we were going to get. We booked at a sight that we thought had everything we would need on it. We arrived in the afternoon after a three and a half hour journey, we were starving so I had gone to the bar and restaurant and asked to see the menu so I could go take a picture of it and show the kids and lee what food they had to suddenly be told we had to book and that we couldn't just come eat there. The restaurant was not busy so I thought this was quite silly, so I was like "okaayyyy...." And asked if they do take out, the bar lady said yes as long as the restaurant was not busy and I could see it was not so we ended up getting take out, I had a look at the menu, it was extortionate! We were however VERY FUCKING HUNGRY so I thought it was fine as a one off, so I was about to start ordering and I am suddenly told "oh we've ran out of chips" to which I basically explain that we aren't really too fussed about the chips so the lady went and had a word with the chef and they did us a bit of a deal and a discount to have more chicken nuggets for Aura but no chips so it was all good if not better because I ended up getting charged £27 instead of the £54 of crazy price that it was going to cost, we were all going to be fed so nobody was going to be hangry and feral! 😂 so that was the first bizarre experience! I've never known a venue not jump at the chance to seat a family when they are not busy and can make quite a bit of money from, especially a venue in the arse end middle of nowhere and I've certainly never heard of a holiday park taking bookings for you to make use of facilities that you paid to be there and use.

Then there was another day where Aura had been asking about the pool, because she had seen kids going in and using odd times for short periods of time but there was no life guard or staff there so we didn't know if it was open or not. She ventured along to the recpetion and asked. AGAIN had to book a session. So I booked both her and Elijah in a 45 minute time slot to go. So I ventured off to the pool with them, another family is in at the same time and I am not joking the whole room where the pool was absolutely stank. It was a dirty, damp smell, there was no staff in the room so I couldn't again understand why a slot was needed, the kids hopped in and I sat and watched because I hadn't brought my swimming gear which at first I was disappointed at. Aura and Elijah started pulling faces of utter disgust and I walk over and you can literally see the discolouration of the pool and the particles in the water. The kids managed 10 minutes and hopped out, I don't blame them. I went from "aww I have no swimsuit" to "thank fuck I don't have my swimsuit".

The toilets on the site were a major pain because again, you couldn't just walk in and use them. When we arrived we were given door codes to type in on a bit of card and we quickly discovered that the codes did not work so that was about as fun as you can imagine, the doors would either be locked and you couldn't use them or held open with cones and you could use them. Amazing if you want to strengthen your pelvic flaw but not so good because you ended up desperate to pee.

We didn't let any of that bother us though, it was still a chilled time and it was a good time, we enjoyed leaving thr camp site but for a cheap holiday it ended up being very expensive, the food on site was ridiculous and the nearest town was Newton stewart, £15 worth of diesel down the Moor and through the forest so it was nuts! I don't think I would stay there again, it was too far out of the way and it was very overpriced. I am making an active point to not look at my bank account. 🥲

The highlights were family nights in the bar and venturing off to different locations, we took the kids to parks and we all chilled out, it was nice being surrounded by nature and beauty but the way the site was ran was crazy to me. In my opinion when you pay a fee to be somewhere you expect to use the facilities you've paid for, you expect toilets to be accessible for things to be clean and not crazy prices when you use these things. The cheap and cheerful holiday we had planned ended up being a far more expensive experience with inconveniences.

[wicked-women-honeytrap]

Not only was She very young but She held an ambition far ahead of Her age. A top Corporate Career in Law and Finance was very much in Her grasp. A grasp as much as the male executive's balls She had in Her Control. Seeing these men squirm in front of Her whilst still showing their excitement in their erections was all She needed to know these males were perverted bullies and needed to be put in their place. But it was time for Her career and Learning period to go into overdrive and these perverts were going to pay for the best education they could afford. It also meant She needed the best accommodation and lifestyle to match. Her time was of the essence and all males must go into total submission and support unconditionally Her ambition and career.

"Gentlemen I have a very busy schedule to further My Career. I need full support in all aspects and less distractions from you all. I intend to delegate other Ladies to keep you all in permanent submission to Me. These Ladies will be paid handsomely purely by you all and it does not detract from My support or the support of your own Families. I expect you all to work extra hard to get the finances in for this and to sacrifice your own pleasures for that of mine. My pool of male executives is vast and I can afford to drop anyone of you and destroy your own careers. It is not my intention BUT DO NOT CROSS ME gentlemen!. I WILL NOT BE DISOBEYED OR LET DOWN BY ANY OF YOU".

"Hello! I remember you. A right little sex pest in the office. Well lets see exactly what you have down below. I'm going to get you all shaved and buffed up then you can do a little dance wiggle for me and some friends I've invited to join us later. We're going to make your little digit twitch in more ways than one that you are going to look forward to being diapered and put to bed. The error of your ways is going to be paid for with the ultimate humiliation and control. I bet deep down you are going to love it you little perv. We're going to love humiliating you just as much plus you are going to pay us for doing it. We could always get your Family involved if you want it to stop".

"LOOK AT YOU! spread eagled on the floor with your diaper wide opened. I am amazed that we don't have to tie your hands and legs back as before when you tried to resist us. You are all clean shaven and moisturised but I need to talcum powder you little silly bits and run my fingers over your skin to see if there's any stray hairs. No doubt my PVC trousers and satin blouse will brush up against you as I tease and tickle you. You know how that gets you excited especially when my necklace accidentally brushes you as well. MY! MY! you would love me to wrap my necklace around your little dongle and pull it so it moves slowly around the little bell end. Shall i take a photo and show it to your daughter tomorrow when I see her at University. We are good friends you know. WHAT WOULD SHE SAY IF SHE KNEW ABOUT OUR ARRANGEMENT?. WHAT WOULD SHE SAY IF SHE KNEW HER DAD WAS A PERVERT TO GIRLS HER OWN AGE?. Well you can thank Me for stopping that. You're not a pervert anymore only a wealthy male submissive that has to contribute to my exclusive education as well as your daughter's. I might bring her along to see you like this THAT WOULD BE FUN!".

GET UP YOU STUPID IDIOT!. Now suck this good and proper as it's the only lube that's going on before I ram it up your arse. You nearly shafted the company so you could make a Financial killing but got found out just in time. No one knew what was happening because we reeled you in and took over your position with you as just a figure head. WHAT DO YOU THINK WOULD HAVE HAPPENED TO THE STAFF IF YOU HAD GOT AWAY WITH IT, EH! you didn't care one bit. Now I'm going to shaft you in front of the new young secretary from the part time cleaning staff that you are going to pay for and train up. Next time you come to the office She is only going to think about Me slamming your balls as I thrust this thing in your ANUS!".

[reidsaurora]

"I'll Always Be There" ~ S. Winchester (requested)

Summary: When Y/N gets hit on during a night out at the bar, she'd never expect it to end with Sam in a bar fight. She also never expected it to end with a love confession.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,493

Content Warning: an almost sexual assault (?), swearing, physical altercation, sexual references/humor, alcohol consumption

Genre: Angst to Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Extra Notes: this isn't completely canon to Sam but i wrote it this way anyway hehehe

Based On the Request: "I was thinking that reader is a hunter with the boys and on one night out at a bar or something a man won’t leave her alone and Sam comes and saves her (cheesy I know lol) and after that he admits his feelings for her. Or something like that :)"

Features the One-Liner: "I will always be there to protect you."

Takes Place: soon after John dies but not specifically clarified

Originally Written: 01/31/2022

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"That was a rough one," I commented as Dean, Sam, and I climbed into the Impala.

"You're telling me," Sam scoffed. "I've never seen a Tulpa that hard to get rid of."

"What do you guys say we hit up a local bar? I'm itching for a Jack and Coke," Dean added as he started the car.

"I'm down," I replied.

Sam simply nodded as Dean began to drive off, turning the radio on. "Ooh, Aerosmith."

Sam groaned under his breath, which only made Dean turn the radio up even louder.

"Dream on, dream on!" Dean shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Dream until your dreams come true!" I sang along with Dean.

"Why do I even hang out with you two?" Sam asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Him, you got stuck with. Me, because you love me, Sammy," I joked, ruffling his ever-growing hair beneath my hand.

"Don't call me Sammy."

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Soon enough, we'd found ourselves at a local bar. I was sitting at the bar, sipping on a Whiskey Sour, Dean was playing darts and occasionally coming over to get a couple of shots of various alcohols, and Sam was sitting at a table near Dean, doing nerdy things on his computer.

"Well, aren't you pretty?" I heard a deep voice say. It was an attractive voice. It almost sounded like Dean when he first spoke.

I turned my head to be met with the sight of a somewhat attractive man. He was the stereotypical kind of attractive: tall, dark, and handsome.

"I'll have an Amaretto Sour," he told the bartender. This definitely wasn't something Dean would've done. In fact, he probably would've laughed this man to scorn for ordering what he'd considered the girliest drink on the menu. "Oh, and get another drink for this lady," he instructed, gesturing to me. That's how I knew it wasn't Dean. Unless we'd made some sort of bet, Dean would've never paid for my drinks.

Sam on the other hand, would've paid for every drink I wanted if I'd allowed him to. There were a couple instances where I'd even thought about taking him up on it, just to see how many drinks he'd buy before cutting me off. I'd decided against it though, knowing that the headache the next day would not be worth it.

"Oh, no, really, I'm fine," I protested, a little stunned by his behavior. He was straddling the line between being polite and being creepy, and I didn't like it.

"My name's Marco," he said, sitting down on the stool next to mine.

"Hi," I replied, avoiding eye contact. I also avoided telling him my name, just in case he was creepy.

"Aren't you gonna tell me your name?" Yep, he was creepy.

"I-I don't really feel comfortable sharing my name with you."

His hand trailed up to my hair, pushing some hair behind my ear. "Nonsense, you can trust me."

"You know, I really don't think that I can," I replied frankly.

"Why not?"

"I don't even know you and you come over here and buy me a drink, and you call me pretty, and you run your fingers through my hair without even letting me give you the OK," I told him, practically shouting by this point.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he told me. "How about I make it up to you? Why don't I buy you a snack or something to go with that drink? What would you like?"

"Nothing. You can keep your crappy bar food and your drink," I retaliated, standing up from my stool. "I'm leaving."

Suddenly, there was a tight grip around my wrist, so tight that I wondered if it would leave a bruise tomorrow.

"You're not going anywhere."

I attempted to wiggle out of his grip, but it was no use. He was just that strong.

It was then that he unexpectedly kissed me, right on the lips. Immediately, I pulled away, attempting to slap him with my opposite hand, but he caught it before it reached his face.

"What's the matter, gorgeous? I wanna buy you a drink. The least you could do is stay and drink it."

"No, I don't want to!" I whined, still trying to get out of his grasp.

"Well, you're going to."

It was then that I heard the most comforting thing I'd ever heard. "She said no," Sam said loudly, suddenly appearing beside me and helping me out of Marco's grasp.

"Or what? What are you gonna do about it, Beanpole?"

"I'll smash your face into that bar if you lay another fingernail on her."

I had to admit, this was a side of Sam I'd never seen. I'd never seen him so jealous, so protective, especially over me.

"What the hell is your problem?" Marco asked, his voice laced with annoyance. As if he wasn't being the annoyance right now.

"Right now, it's you, you ugly ass-"

BAM!

Marco knocked Sam to the floor, ramming his fist into Sam's nose once more. With a punch like that, I was sure Sam would have a broken nose.

"Sam!" I shrieked, not sure what to do next.

Sam attempted to shove Marco off of him, but Marco had control over Sam, so this time, he slammed his hand into Sam's gut. I could tell by the look on Sam's face that he was queasy when Marco did that.

I wasn't sure how, but after a few more throws from Marco, Sam had somehow gained dominance over Marco, Sam's hand colliding into his face.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled, attempting to pull Sam off of Marco. It was no use though. Sam was too heavy for Dean to pull off of him, and Sam wasn't done fighting just yet.

Sam's elbow rammed into Marco's stomach, not once, not twice, but three times in a row.

"Sam, you're gonna break his rib!" I screamed, knowing that if this continued on much longer, Dean and I would most likely find ourselves trying to bail Sam out of jail later that night.

After throwing a couple more punches, so many punches to the point where I wasn't even sure Marco was still conscious, Sam leaned over him. He spat in his eye before growling, "Don't you ever touch another woman again."

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"What the hell were you thinking?" Dean asked on the car ride to the motel.

"Dean," I said, attempting to stop him from the tangent he was about to go off on.

Sam stayed silent, simply giving his older brother a death glare.

"Well, you got in your first bar fight, Sam. How do you feel? Are you officially a man now?" Dean asked mockingly.

Sam looked at the floor, leaning into me even more, if that was possible.

I ran my hand over Sam's hair, in hopes of somehow calming him. I knew he was in for a rough night, so I was considering this car ride the (somewhat) calm before the storm.

"Sam, you do understand you could go to jail for that? Hell, you probably will go to jail for it if they find out where we're staying."

Sam groaned loudly, rolling his eyes. "And you'll find some way to get me out because you know you can't do this job on your own."

"Sammy, not this time. I hate to say it, but whatever this little crisis you're going through is, it has to stop. It might do you some good to get away from all this, even if that does mean spending time in the slammer."

"Dean, can we please just ride in silence until we get back to the motel?" I asked softly.

Dean rolled his eyes reluctantly, but stayed silent the rest of the way to our motel. I breathed a heavy sigh in response, wishing that I could teleport to our motel room.

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"What were you thinking?" I asked Sam as I continued to clean up his scratches and bruises.

"I don't know, maybe that I didn't want you to get assaulted," Sam replied.

"Sam, I would've been fi-"

"No, you wouldn't," he scoffed. "You couldn't even loosen his grip. If I hadn't saved your ass, you'd probably be knocked out in an alleyway somewhere."

"What's gotten into you?"

"What?" he asked, like he was confused about what I had reference to.

"Look, Sam, I understand you're going through a lot right now with your dad dy-"

"This has nothing to do with that. I'm glad he's gone."

"Sam, I don't know who you are anymore," I exhaled. "You're always in a bad mood, you make stupid decisions like you did tonight-"

"So it was stupid to save you from getting raped?"

"No, it's just… I just… I don't understand what's wrong, Sam. And you refuse to tell me so I can't help you. I just want to know what's wrong."

It was then that Sam began crying, almost silently. He attempted to wipe his cheeks, but winced at the pain from the bruises on his fingers.

I raised my hands to his cheeks, moving his hands as delicately as I could before wiping the tears myself. "Please talk to me."

He swallowed before sighing, a few more tears falling as he did so. "I can't do this anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't keep pretending I'm OK. As much as I hated my dad, I miss him. And I miss when me and Dean were finally getting closer. Ever since he died, we've been distant."

"It's OK, Sam. It's OK to feel this way. I just wish you hadn't taken it out on some dude in a bar… even if he was an ass," I giggled during the last part of my statement.

He let out a soft chuckle, and I knew things would be alright. I knew as soon as he got things off his chest, he'd be OK.

"Hey, thank you. For protecting me," I said.

"I'm always gonna be there to protect you."

He took one of my hands in both of his, just holding it for a moment. I lifted his hands with my opposite hand, softly kissing his knuckles where some bruises were forming.

I knew what he meant by his statement. He didn't explicitly say it, but I knew what it meant. "I love you," was what he was trying to convey.

I loved Sam too, though I didn't know quite how to tell him that. I always had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that if I ever told him, things would end badly. Maybe they wouldn't let me hunt with them anymore. Maybe I'd still be able to hunt with them but things wouldn't be the same. But the worst part was maybe he'd hate me.

"Thank you," I spoke softly, kissing his knuckles once more.

"It's nothing," he whispered with a chuckle. "Like you said, Dean, I'm stuck with. But you… God, I love you."

We sat in silence for a moment, not saying anything and just enjoying each other's company. I couldn't lie, I wanted to kiss him. Or rather, I'd wanted him to kiss me.

I wasn't sure what to do next. On one hand, we'd just confessed our love to each other. On the other hand, I wasn't quite sure I'd cleaned up all of his bruises.

"Are you two gonna kiss or something?"  Dean asked, breaking both of us from… whatever that was happening between us.

I opted for a scream, seeing as I didn't know he'd even walked back in the room. Sam opted for shouting, "What the hell?!" I assumed he didn't realize Dean was back either.

Dean let out a low chuckle as he placed a bag down on the table. "Got you your favorite cereal, even if you did almost get arrested tonight."

"I got out of there before the cops showed up. Plus, it was his own fault. Freakin' douchebag didn't know how to think with his upstairs brain," Sam replied, grumbling the last sentence under his breath.

As Dean began unpacking everything in the grocery bag, Sam and I continued to sit there in silence. This silence was more of an awkward silence than the previous one, which had been a more comfortable silence.

After about thirty seconds, Dean commented, "I meant what I said."

"What?" Sam asked.

"About kissing her. That would've been the perfect moment."

"Shut up," Sam complained, throwing the roll of gauze at the back of Dean's head.

Dean just chuckled, "It's not my fault you don't know how to act around women. You should've seen the way she was looking at you."

"I was not looking at him in any specific way," I argued.

"Yeah, right," he argued. "You would've taken him right there if you knew I wasn't supposed to get back soon."

I scoffed in response, turning back to Sam, who was now face-palming at his brother's statement.

"Hey, I'm gonna go for a drive. Just, um…" Dean stopped for a moment pulling a… package, we'll call it… out of his pocket, "Remember to wrap it before you tap it."

Before Dean could even take another step, Sam stopped him by saying, "Dean, you are hammered out of your mind right now. If the store wasn't within walking distance, I wouldn't have even let you leave then. You are not driving anywhere."

"How can I be hammered out of my mind right now? I got like, four shots in before you decided to imitate The Rock and give that dude the People's Elbow."

"OK, first of all, he technically started it," Sam rebutted, "Second of all, that's still slightly intoxicated even for you. You are not driving anywhere."

"Ugh, fine," Dean pouted. "I'm gonna go take a shower. But you both better be fully clothed when I get back."

Sam and I both just stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact with both Dean and each other. Dean grabbed some clothes from his bag before heading to the bathroom.

Once I heard the water running, I looked back up at Sam, who was still avoiding eye contact with me.

I lifted his face to look at me, a smile tugging at my lips. "He was right."

"What?"

"You should've kissed me."

He gave me a smirk before saying, "Alright, how 'bout this? I kiss you now while he's not here to interrupt?"

"Deal."

The moment our lips touched, I knew it wouldn't be the last time. All my worries and insecurities from before had vanished. I knew this was right. And I could tell by the way he kissed me, he believed so too.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Sam and I awkwardly pulled away, once again avoiding eye contact.

"I forgot my socks," Dean said, somehow making even that sound sexual. As he headed back to the bathroom, he shouted, "Don't forget to wrap it!" before closing the door.

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(Y/n) stands in the kitchen of her mother and step-father's apartment, making the bean dip Smelly Gabe liked so much.

(Y/n) fixes her gaze on the counter but then she lets out a yelp as something hits her in between her shoulder blades.

"Hurry it up, girl!" Smelly Gabe snarls.

"Yes sir," (Y/n) murmurs.

A few minutes later, Gabe stalks into the kitchen, takes the dip without so much of a thank you.

(Y/n) fixes her gaze on the shoe on the ground before she moves to her room. She climbs into her bed, getting under her covers. (Y/n) turns, facing the wall.

She closes her eyes, falling to an uneasy sleep.

(Y/n) watches, disconnected from the others in the dream, as one of her brother's teachers turns into something that reminded her of a demon, or something similar that she'd read books about. The woman had bat wings, claws, and a mouth of yellow fangs.

Then (Y/n) looks around, her eyes widening in shock as she sees her brother holding a bronze sword.

Percy swings the sword, the demon exploding into yellow powder, vaporizing on the spot.

A hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder has (Y/n) jolting awake. "Honey? Are you okay?" Sally Jackson asks.

Catching the wide-eyed look of horror on (Y/n)'s face, Sally wraps her daughter in a hug.

(Y/n)'s breathing steadies, and she breathes in her mother's familiar scent - chocolate, licorice, and all the other things she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central Station.

"Did you get all your work done?" Sally asks softly, her thumb brushing over a slightly visible bruise that had appeared at the base of the back of her neck.

(Y/n) hums in reply.

. . .

The next day, (Y/n) is once again lying in her bed, not wanting to have to deal with Gabe throwing more shoes or glass bottles at / near her.

. . .

Percy walks into the apartment, dragging his suitcase behind him, hoping his mom would be home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe is in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blares ESPN; chips and beer cans are strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking up, he says around his cigar, "So, you're home."

"Where's my mom? (Y/n)?"

"Mom's working," Gabe says. "The girl's in her room. You got any cash?"

"That's it. No Welcome back. Good to see you. How has your life been the last six months?

Gabe had put on weight since the last time Percy had seen him. Gabe looked like a tuskless walrus in thrift-store clothes. He has about three hairs on his head, all combed over his bald scalp.

"I don't have any cash," Percy replies.

Gabe raises a greasy eyebrow. Gabe could sniff out money like a bloodhound, which is surprising, since his own smell should've covered up everything else.

"You took a taxi from the bus station," he says. "Probably paid with a twenty. Got six, seven bucks in change. Somebody expects to live under this roof, he ought to carry his own weight. Am I right, Eddie?"

Eddie, the super of the apartment building, looks at Percy with a twinge of sympathy. "Come on, Gabe," he says. The guy just got here."

"Am I right?" Gabe repeats.

Eddie scowls into his bowl of pretzels. The two other guys pass gas in harmony.

"Fine," Percy says. He digs a wad of dollars out of his pocket and throws the money on the table. "I hope you lose."

"Your report card came, brain boy!" He shouts back at Percy. "I wouldn't act so snooty!"

Percy slams the door to his room, which isn't really his room. During school months, it is Gabe's 'study.' He doesn't study anything in there except old car magazines, but he loves shoving his stuff in Percy's closet, leaving his muddy boots on the windowsill, and doing his best to make the place smell like his nasty cologne, cigars, and stale beer.

Percy drops his suitcase on the bed. Home sweet home he thinks.

Gabe's smell is almost worse than the nightmares about Mrs. Dodds, or the sound of that old fruit lady's shears snipping the yarn.

Percy sits, lost in his thoughts.

Then he hears his mom's voice, "Percy?" She opens the bedroom door, and his fears melt. "Oh, Percy," she hugs him tight. "I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas."

Sally had brought Percy a bag of 'free samples' the way she always did whenever he'd come home.

The two sit together on the bed. While Percy attacks the blueberry sour strings, she runs her hands through his hair, demanding to know everything that he hadn't put in his letters. She doesn't mention his getting expelled. She doesn't seem to care about that.

Percy tells his mother that she is smothering him, but secretly, Percy is really, really glad to see her.

From the other room, Gabe yells, "Hey, Sally - how about some bean dip, huh?"

Percy grits his teeth. My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should be married to a millionaire, not to some jerk like Gabe.

(Y/n) pads into Percy's room, and the dark haired boy brightens at the sight of his younger twin.

"I've got the dip, Mom," (Y/n) says softly. Sally gazes at her daughter for a moment, her gaze sad.

"Wait, (Y/n)," Sally says, and (Y/n) turns back to face her mother. "I've got a surprise for the two of you," she says. "We're going to the beach."

Percy's eyes widen. "Montauk?"

"Three nights - same cabin," Sally replies.

"When?" (Y/n) asks, looking excited.

She smiles, "As soon as I get changed."

(Y/n) can't believe it. Mom, Percy, and I hadn't been to Montauk in the last two summers because Gabe had said that there wasn't enough money.

Gabe appears in the doorway behind (Y/n) and growls, "Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?"

Percy wants to punch him, but he meets his mother's eyes, and understands that she is offering him a deal: Be nice to Gabe for a little while; just until she's ready to leave for Montauk.

"I've got it, Gabe," (Y/n) says.

"Sorry, honey," Sally says, looking at her husband. "We were just talking about the trip."

Gabe's eyes get small. "The trip? You mean you were serious about that?"

"I knew it," Percy mutters. "He won't let us go."

"Of course he will," Sally says evenly. "Your stepfather is just worried about money."

(Y/n) turns to face Gabe, smiling as kindly as she could. "What if I make a seven-layer dip that'll last the whole weekend?" she asks. "Guacamole. Sour cream. The works."

Gabe softens a bit, then turns back to face Sally. "So, this money for your trip . . . it comes out of your clothes budget, right?"

"Yes, honey," Sally replies.

"And you won't take my car anywhere but there and back."

"We'll be very careful."

Gabe scratches his double chin. "Maybe if the girl hurries up with the seven-layer dip . . . and if the boy apologizes for interrupting my poker game."

Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot, Percy thinks. And make you sing soprano for a week.

"I'm sorry," Percy mutters. "I'm really sorry I interrupted your incredibly important power game. Please go back to it right now."

Gabe's eyes narrow. His tiny brain is probably trying to detect the sarcasm in my statement, Percy thinks.

"Yeah, whatever," Gabe decides; he goes back to his game.

"Thank you, Percy," Sally says. "Once we get to Montauk, we'll talk more about...whatever you've forgotten to tell me, okay?"

For a moment, (Y/n) can see anxiety in her mother's eyes, but then her smile returns, and (Y/n) figures that she must've been mistaken.

. . .

An hour later, the three are ready to leave.

Gabe takes a break from his poker game long enough to watch (Y/n) and Percy lug the bags to his car. He keeps griping and groaning about losing her and (Y/n)'s cooking - and more important, his '78 Camaro - for the whole weekend.

"Not a scratch on this car, brain boy," Gabe warns Percy as he loads the last bag into the car. "Not one little scratch."

Like I'd be the one driving. I'm fourteen, Percy thinks.

Watching Gabe lumbers back towards the apartment building, Percy gets so mad that he does something he can't explain. As Gabe reaches the door, Percy makes the hand gesture he'd seen Grover made on the bus, a soft of warding-off-evil gesture, a clawed hand over his heart, then a shoving movement towards Gabe. The screen door slams so hard it whacks him the the butt and sends him flying up the staircase as if he'd been shot from a cannon.

. . .

(Y/n)'s POV

Our rental cabin is on the south shore, way out at the tip of Long Island. It is a little pastel box with faded curtains, half sunken into the dunes. There's always sand in the sheets, spiders in the cabinets, and most of the time the sea is too cold to swim in.

I loved the place.

Mom, Percy, and I had been going ever since Percy and I'd been a baby. Mom had been coming even longer. She'd never exactly said, but I know why the beach was special to her.

It's the place where she'd met my Dad.

As we get closer to Montauk, Mom seems to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turn the color of the sea.

We get there around sunset, open all the cabin's windows, and go through the usual cleaning routine.

Mom, Percy, and I walk on the beach, feed blue corn-chips to the seagulls, and munch on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples Mom had brought home from work.

I guess maybe I should explain all the blue food.

Gabe had once told Mom that there was no such thing. They had had this fight, which had seemed like a really small think at the time, but ever since, Mom went out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes, mixed blueberry smoothies, bought blue-corn tortilla chips, and brought home blue candy from the shop. This - along with keeping her maiden name, Jackson, rather than calling herself Mrs. Ugliano - is proof that she isn't totally suckered by Gabe. She did have a rebellious streak, just like Percy.

When it gets dark, we make a fire. We roast hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom tells Percy and me stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents had died in the plane crash. She tells us about the books she wanted to write someday, when she had enough money to quit the candy shop.

Eventually, it seems that Percy gets the nerve to ask about what is always on our minds whenever we come to Montauk - our father. Mom's eyes go all misty. I figure she would tell us the same things she always did, but neither Percy or I ever got tired of hearing them.

"He was kind, Percy," Mom replies. "Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle too, like you, (Y/n)." Mom says and I soften. "You have his black hair, Percy, and you both share his green eyes.

Mom fishes a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. "I wish he could see you two. He would be so proud."

I wonder how she could say that when I'm the girl who cowers from her stepfather. The girl who hides in her room to get away from said stepfather.

"How old were we?" Percy asks, pulling me from my thoughts. "I mean . . . when he left?"

Mom watches the flames. "He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin."

"But . . . he knew us as babies."

"No, honey," Mom replies. "He knew I was expecting twins, but he never met you. He had to leave before you were born."

I try to square that with the fact that I seem to remember . . . something about my father. A warm glow, maybe a smile.

Percy and I had always assumed that our father had known us as babies. Mom had never said it outright, but still, I'd felt that it must be true. Now, to be told that he'd never even seen us . . .

I feel angry at my father. Maybe it is stupid, but I resent him for going on that ocean voyage, for not having the guts to marry Mom.

"Are you going to send me away again?" Percy asks. "To another boarding school?"

Mom pulls a marshmallow from the fire.

"I don't know, honey," her voice is heavy. "I think . . . I think we'll have to do something."

"Because you don't want me around?" Percy says and I flinch, avoiding both his and Mom's gazes.

I glance up to see that Mom's eyes had welled up with tears. "Oh, Percy, no. I - I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away."

"But you never send her away," Percy says and I look up, eyes wide with surprise.

Mom looks at Percy, eyes wide with shock.

Finally she says, "I have to keep both of you away from each other as much as possible. I thought you'd finally be safe."

"I tried to keep you as close to me as I could," Mom says. "They told me it was a mistake. But there's only one other option, Percy, (Y/n) - the place your father wanted to send you two. And I just . . . I just can't stand to do it."

"Our father wanted us to go to a special school?" I ask.

"Not a school," Mom replies. "A summer camp."

My head spins. Why would my dad - who hadn't even stayed around to see me and Percy be born - talk to Mom about a summer camp?

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," Mom says, seeing the look in my eyes. "But I can't talk about it. I - I couldn't send you two to that place. It might mean saying goodbye to you for good."

"For good?" Percy asks. "But if it's only a summer camp . . ."

Mom turns towards the fire, and I know from her expression, that if we asked any more questions, she would start to cry.

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the wishlist (m) - 4

“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> total words : 4.7k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; sextoys talk; explicit language; ambiguous infidelity ; awkwardness

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The issue is that Jungkook -and you're not a bitch for thinking that- is a little bit of an idiot.

He can be very smart. He can be wise and present unsuspecting resources and knowledge. He can teach you things you don't know anything about, figure out others you struggle to -but not during stressful times like for say an escape game because during those, he turns absolutely, utterly useless. 

But he is an idiot too. An idiot that sometimes shapes situations and conclusions and ideas in a very peculiar way that is very singular to him.

That’s precisely what happens then. He plays his role right, to its full extent, with great dedication and commitment. Except he missed a memo, misread the script and ends up playing a role that's not the one you planned for him. He believes that he’s your new adult toy provider (as if there is such a thing).

When you think he’s coming over to share a meal or play some game or binge-watch a series you promised to wait for him to experience together, he has a box hidden in his pocket or carried under his arm. 

He has the decency to not comment on it the first time around. He just set it down on the coffee table, between the bowl of chips and the one filled with guacamole. You see the logo on top of it. You recognize the design, reffined, minimalist with the pretty pastel matte colour. 

He probably identifies the shame and the annoyance on your face, painting your cheeks and reshaping your eyebrows, and doesn’t say anything. Simply smiles to himself and starts talking about the series’ new episode that’s about to start. 

It takes a lot of efforts, coming from you, to ignore the conspicuous object sitting just in front and in between you. But eventually, probably because more than a decade of friendship with this guy have grown impressive mind muscles on you, you manage to make abstraction of it. 

It just stops existing for a while until he leaves and you’re curious to see what’s inside. And again you have the same old intentions as before. The same ones.

You won’t use it. 

It’s curiosity. And it's fine for you to be curious because he’s the one buying it and gifting it to you. Why should you be blamed?

Freshly hopped in bed, just done reading the notice hanging over your face, you’re yawning and sending your eyebrows high in interest. Again you won’t use it but it sounds very interesting. That’s when you get a text from him.

Guk

So about the toy!

As if you were waiting for his explanation. As if the conversation got cut short and you were expecting him to pick it back up whenever possible.

You won’t entertain him.

You

I said not to buy me this.

Guk

You never said that! You said something about me being crazy but never about buying one again

Because you're mostly made of petty bitch material, you scroll higher quickly, wishing to find something, any text that would corroborate what you’re saying.

You don’t find anything though. Because you never actually told him to not buy you other toys by text, and now that you come to think of it, you probably never did out loud either because you didn’t fucking know that he would even consider doing so.

It’s not even Christmas anymore. It’s not your birthday. There’s even less of a valid reason for him to get you this therefore, of course, you did not explicitly warn him not to, you didn’t think it would be necessary.

You

It’s not even my fucking bday why???

Guk

I told you the lady at the shop

But who the hell is that lady?

Guk

She talked about a lot of products and they all seemed cool and because you liked the other one I thought I’d get you this one too

You

Jungkook

This simple response says a lot, you hope he can read between the pixels of his screen the desperation, the irritation, the frustration, the silent insults. 

Guk

Listen it’s super cool it's supposed to mimic the touch of a finger

Jungkook then proceeds to explain to you how it works. The original idea being a system with a tiny ball rolling under a silicon skin, to place on your clitoris to have the illusion of a finger's touch. And it’s interesting and innovative surely and sounds intriguing as in, you wonder if it’s accurate, but you’re tired and it seems like you’re wading in some sort of swamp you can’t escape from. There’s a fire burning your skin from your cheeks to your chest. You’re both hating this conversation and unwilling to just draw a final period to it. This asshole.

You

I can read

Guk

So you opened it already??

There’s a bunch of excited emojis that follows his last message and fill up the empty space your lack of response leaves. 

Why and how can he be so eager?

Here comes the delusional part of your brain. It’s a very wide, very deep hallway covered in bookshelves filled to the brim with stupid interpretations and beliefs and sometimes even memories you’ve shared with him. Often next to the laters are pinned an article from a teenage magazine or the jacket of a romance movie, specifically there to validate that yes, indeed, it must have meant something. 

The door of that corridor just creaked opened. You can discern the sound, you can feel the particular atmosphere without even having to take a step through. 

Is it really that normal to be so excited about that? For him? As a friend?

It’s the most frustrating part: you are friends. Friends who supposedly can tell each other everything. Friends who can ask each other anything. 

You should be able to talk about it. Just ask him. If there’s anything behind this whole mess, if he means to tell you something, if it’s wholly mindless, if there’s no hidden agenda.

It should be fine. There’s only trust and affection in this friendship. 

You are still too scared, you are terrified that he’d start linking dots, ask himself some new questions, potentially answer them himself, and have you all found out.

You'd have your barely well-worn cover thrown completely away. 

You send the blank emoji. The one with even the eyes closed. It summarizes your actual state pretty well, speechless, relatively annoyed. 

Guk

She said you could try it on other parts of your body too

Guk

At first

Guk

Like on your lips or your nipples

You want to die.

Now.

No, better, you wish to have never been born. 

Why is he talking about your nipples? Why?

And through all that, you still feel like something is wrong with you, along with your feelings. 

Turns out you are so overwhelmed by his clueless inadequacy, you need a good half an hour and a random shot of tequila to get through it. When it’s gone and exhaustion of a long day and alcohol have knocked nervousness and panic out, you fall asleep, forgetting about answering his outrageous last texts. 

“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

Min's finger stops midair, above the cash register she's been working on. She needs a good minute to get back to her senses and while you wait, anxiety invades you. Maybe you should never have brought it up. 

But this question, the torturous thing is slowly killing you.

Min finally turns her head to you, eyes squinted and eyebrows drawn low. She sucks in her pretty red lips before opening them to start formulating, with it seems a certain struggle, an answer. 

“I don’t think I quite understand.”

It’s a pretty straightforward, relatively easy question. That’s what you'd want to say but you’ve reached the state of bashful regret and decide not to press it. Some things are better just left alone. 

“Who talked about your nipples?” She ends up asking the one thing you wished she wouldn’t because there is no way you’re giving his name. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You mumble, turning around slightly, getting back to the task you were here, paid, to do -wipe the shelves clean and not talk about your “““love””” life. 

“I think it does. You wanna know if it means something? Like the guy's into you?”

“Something like that.” Your cheeks are aflame now. No doubt about it. You silently curse at your manager who refuses that you don’t wear the ugly hat that holds your hair back because having a curtain of hair to hold behind, as a help to keep some of your remained, sparse dignity would have been peachy. 

“What did he say exactly?”

Silence. You’re not elaborating. She sighs, defeated. 

“Well, I suppose... he’s considered the fact that you have boobs. If it’s a straight guy, that’s a good sign, I guess?” She shrugs.

You don’t like the answer. It’s exactly what the wrong, defective part of your brain, the one directly wired to your heart, wanted to hear. 

She doesn’t even have the context, anyway. It doesn’t mean much, doesn’t hold much power in your court of sensibility. 

She stares at the side of your face, clearly attempting to drill holes in your head to try and find some answers. You’re awfully silent, have said too much yet not enough and she’s dying to know the whole story. You won’t give in and she can tell. There’s no way you’re sharing the whole thing. The most, probably, probative point of the whole story: the sex toys. It’d turn her into a devastating tsunami of nonsense and misinterpretation and drown you in its wake and you can’t, when you’re already struggling to stay afloat, allow that.

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𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 - 𝑃.𝑆𝐻

⩥𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎 (𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧) 𝑥 𝑠𝑜𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

⩥𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝐴𝑈

⩥𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4,0𝑘

⩥𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦: „𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑦“, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒…

⩥𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦 & 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦, 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 (𝑓!𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘

⩥𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛: 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑗𝑖𝑛 & 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒: 𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒

◤───────•~❉᯽❉~•───────◥

Being a resident of Hera Palace, a luxury apartment building with 100 floors in the middle of the city, had many advantages. Living around all those politicians, celebrities, businessmen and prominent doctors and lawyers, helped you develop a lot of precious contacts, that over time helped you become a part of the upper class and one of the world's best-known soprano singer and leading prima-donna all over the world. After a while of living there, you and your doctor husband Yoonchul became a part of the building's private club called Hera Club, consisting of four influential households that lived there. There was this little tradition that once a month, one of you hosted a dinner for the Hera Club at one of your places, where you could freely talk about anything regarding your life.

All of the Hera Club members were all right, a lawyer and his wife, a single-living woman with a rich overseas businessman husband, you and your husband, but the most influential family in the whole Hera Palace was a businessman Park Seonghwa, the owner of the building and basically half of Korea and his overly nice and naive wife.

Putting on the top layer of powder to prevent your base makeup from rubbing off, you finished doing your make-up for the night. The bloody shade of lipstick making your face stand out, even more, clasping your diamond ear-rings, spraying on the expensive perfume, you finished embellishing your look. And with that your husband stepped in, checking himself in the mirror, to make sure there are no imperfections, clearing his throat to remind you of his presence. Dressed in a lacy black shirt and leather black skirt, you tugged it down a bit, to accentuate your curves more.

„Wear something else. How many times must I tell you that's too drab? The host should look classy.“ the lack of interest hearable in your voice. „I have enough taste to pick out an outfit.“ As if. „Don't you think you went over the top, Y/N? It's just a dinner with people we see every day. You make such a huge fuss of things.“ you couldn't help but turn around, looking at him with an annoyed expression. „Are you criticizing my style too? Are you that displeased about your wife looking pretty?“ Smug smirk on his face as you basically spitted your words on him. „I don't like how it's just too much. How could you still expect to look pretty? You practically showered in perfume.“ Leaving the room, he left you standing there alone, ruining your mood for the night. Sighing and scoffing at his pathetic complaints you put on your heels to welcome the guests.

Anyone could see that your marriage with him wasn't good at all, you couldn't even look at or compliment each other, you didn't even have anything to talk about together, all you did was argue, the last time you two had sex together or even touched each other out of honest love, was about eight years ago, this marriage already hopeless. But until you take over the corporation your father run, you had to be married, your father won't let you take over the company if you two divorced, since getting a divorce was a humiliation for the whole family in his opinion.

Picking the best bottle of red wine out of the wine cabinet, you took it along with meals prepared for this night and placed it on the splendid black table. The present people already deep in a talk.

Sitting down next to your husband, you brushed the arm of his jacket, to show off that you were a caring wife to the others, a fake smile adorning your beautiful face. He only rolled his eyes at your pretentiousness and took a sip of his wine. Listening to the compliments to your food, you smiled and thanked politely. Listening to the snobby and drunk blabbering, you couldn't get more bored.

„What's taking the couple from penthouse so long?“ asked Mari, the single woman, you could feel your husband tensing, you knew how much he hated Seonghwa, but deep down you knew it wasn't hate but just jealousy at how successful he was. And with that, Seonghwa and his wife stepped in, with apologies for being late. Rolling your eyes at how everyone now paid attention to Seonghwa's beautiful wife, you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the expensive champagne with strawberries.

„Oh Suryeon, it's nice that you're here, it's always so hard to see you, you should come over when we go shopping.“ Seonghwa cut his wife before she said anything, answering the request instead of her. „She always wants to go, but I'm the one who makes her stay. I want to keep her for myself.“ whines filled the room at how caring and romantic Seonghwa was.

„Y/N the food looks delicious, it must've been hard to prepare all this.“ you were looking at Seonghwa, dressed in a tapered suit, getting annoyed at how his hand was on top of his wife's lap, his wife's question bringing you back to the reality. „I couldn't serve just anything. I put in some extra care.“

„Actually there wasn't much to do. You know how delivery food is.“ Giving your husband, who has now ruined the mood with his nagging comments that were trying to humiliate you, a death glare.

After a while, when you were all done eating you took the dirty plates to the kitchen, putting them in a sink and trying to get yourself together and not express any annoyment and angriness. Your husband looking through the cabinet to find the best wine, you approached him with your arms crossed on your chest. „Are you having fun humiliating your wife in front of others? Do you feel better now?“

„Why don't you take it easy? Why are you acting so pretentious? Isn't it tiring?“ walking past you with two bottles of wine in his hands. „Do you wish for your wife to be belittled? I'm doing this for your sake...“

„Can you please be honest? All you think of is yourself. I'm just a mere accessory you use to decorate yourself. Suryeon is the type that truly cares for her husband. Look at how well Chairman Park's business is going.“ Taking one of the bottles from his hand, you smashed it on the floor out of angriness, the burgundy coloured liquor spilling and staining the floor. „Does complimenting other women make you feel any better?“ Turning around, to leave you were met with Seonghwa's wife standing in front of you, probably eavesdropping on your whole conversation. „Ah, I couldn't find the restroom...“ rolling your eyes, you walked past her, and leaving her with your husband.

As the night went on, your husband laughing and celebrating with the lawyer and his wife, along with the single-living lady - Mari, Seonghwa chatting and giggling with his wife and you sitting there alone, with a glass of red wine in your hand, eyeing Seonghwa occasionally. When Mari stood up, to go to the restroom, she almost fell on the ground, from the intoxication of alcohol, Seonghwa's wife immediately stood up to help her as the sweet soul she was, leaving the dining room.

Seonghwa right away knew, what you were doing, when you unbuttoned the top of your shirt, bending around to fill his empty glass while licking your lips seductively. Lips forming into a smirk on his handsome face, tilting his head, no doubt checking you out, your cleavage on display for him. You were indeed a very beautiful woman, exactly his type. „I'll pour you a glass Chairman Park.“ locking contact, with his shining eyes full of desire.

„Let me do the same.“ Standing up and coming to you, he stood by your side, pouring your glass with the sweet burgundy liquor. Clicking your glasses together, you held it on the level of your soft lips, about to drink from it when you 'accidentally' spilt the drink on your shoulder, staining your shirt. Everyone gasped, asking if you were okay. „Yes, I'm fine. I should get changed.“ mischievous smile in your face as you stood up

Looking at Seonghwa with a deep glare, to let him know that he's welcomed to follow you, you walked past him, brushing softly against his back. He was looking at you as you swung your hips teasingly on purpose.

Re-applying your lipstick, you stood in front of the mirror, in a beautiful black dress, that hugged your curves tightly, with a frilly on the shoulders. The dress still unzipped, because you needed help with zipping it, and you knew that Seonghwa would come and help you.

And as luck would have it, there he was, you could see him in the mirror, standing in all his beauty in that black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and a smirk on that handsome face, black hair brushed into a side-part.

You brushed your hair into a side, tilting your head so that your hair doesn't get into the zipper. „Could you assist me?“ Walking to you, he stood behind you, looking at your face in the mirror. Feeling his cold fingertips caressing your back, made shivers run all around your body. His lips dangerously close to your neck, as you turned your head to look at him, your lips getting closer and closer. But with that, the annoying voice of his wife that was looking for him could be heard.

◤───────•~❉᯽❉~•───────◥

Weeks have passed since that night at your place, seeing Seonghwa only occasionally at the entrance-hall, you tried to forget about that night, instead of having to bother with constant jealous and annoying comments of your husband, that was trying to put him down. And you didn't want to miss the opportunity to impress Seonghwa, tonight was another Hera Club meeting, this time at his Penthouse.

Dressing in a beautiful curve-hugging black dress, that exposed your shoulders and had white flowers on it, you stepped into the Penthouse, being greeted with the housemaids that took care of the place. Coming into the living room where all the women of Hera Club were, praising your look. „Gosh, Y/N, you look like a different person. Did you always have such a beautiful neckline?" Smiling at the comments and answering politely, roaming your eyes all over the place, to see if Seonghwa was present, instead of landing your eyes on his wife. „I dressed up for the occasion. It's been such a long time since I came to the penthouse. Only our men used to come here. I hope you invite us, girls, more often from now on.“ Toasting with a glass of champagne with strawberries, you tasted the bitter but sweet drink, the door of Seonghwa's study room opening, the handsome man stepped out in all his glory.

Smirk finding its place on his face, when you two locked eye contact, you two were flirting with your glances, as his wife's phone buzzed, with a text message. Noticing Seonghwa's presence, telling him something urgent came up, she left, to finish some things at the company she ran. Not caring what it was about you sat on the couch next to the others, signalizing for Seonghwa to sit next to you.

As the night went on, the men celebrating the success of their investments, you rolled your eyes, annoyed at not having any attention, seeing that wide smile on your husband's face, disgust filled your veins.

Walking past Seonghwa who sat on the opposite of you, annoying you even more, you deciding to look around the place designed in a minimalistic style. Going up the stairs of the place, you saw how Seonghwa stood up in your peripheral vision.

The others not even noticing that the two of you left, amused by playing golf with balls made from checks. When you looked around the whole place, deciding to leave, you were met with Seonghwa standing in the hallway, waiting for you. Playing hard to get by walking past him, acting like you were not delighted by his presence at all, he grabbed your arm and turned you around, so you were facing him, pushing you against the cold wall and keeping you caged with his arms and lust-filled eyes. „Are you insane? What do you intend to do here?“

„Is there a reason we shouldn't be doing this? They can't see us anyway. I thought you'd like something like this, Ms. Y/L/N.“ his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as you bit your lips seductively. „Park Seonghwa. I didn't know you were such a bad man.“ letting out a small laugh, he smirked at your words, knowing well how much he affected you. „I don't think I can stop now.“

When he tried to close the gap between your lips slowly, you stopped him and pushed him away softly, hesistantly looking deeply into his eyes before pulling him closer by the back of his neck and kissing him hungrily. Your tongues slipping into each other's mouths hungrily. His arms caging your body and holding you by your waist. Breaking the kiss to catch your breath and kissing again, still pressed against the marble wall, his arm holding your leg, bending it a bit to wrap it around his tiny waist.

His fingers getting closer and closer to your core, throbbing from all the pent-up sexual tension. Rubbing your bud with his thumb through your lacy panties, you moaned into his mouth. „We shouldn't be doing this right now, they'll notice we are gone, sooner or later.“ you said as you broke the kiss, landing your leg back on the floor. Seonghwa slid his hand into the pocket of his trousers, obviously looking for something. Picking out a small leather sack, he held it in front of your eyes.

„If you are brave enough to continue, take this. I'm giving you a chance to back out when you still can before you do something you'll regret. The key in the sack can get you into any place in the Hera Palace. Meet me tomorrow at 7 pm on the 35th floor, next to the elevator, there's a glass door there, open it with this key and wait for me there if you want to continue with this...“

◤───────•~❉᯽❉~•───────◥

Stepping out of the elevator in a cream-coloured satin dress, the basic black high-heels with a strap on it accentuating your legs and making them look longer, a pearl necklace decorating your bare neck. Opening the door with the key Seonghwa gave you, you stepped into a room full of different kinds of plants, almost like a garden spot.

There was a couch with soft and puffy cushions, a glass table with two glasses and a bottle of wine in the middle, precisely covered by the surrounding plants. Seonghwa greeted you in the front, his arms wrapping around you, to bring you closer so he could kiss you. Taking your hand into his he motioned for you to sit down. The place was dark, the only light in the room was created by some candles and a small star-looking shining that entered the room through the glass wall, giving you a view of the city.

„I had no idea this place existed in Hera Palace. I'm surprised.“ Seonghwa chuckled, your amazement giving him a space to brag about the fortune he owns. „I participated in designing the building. Feel free to come here whenever you want.“

Kissing you again, his hand landed on your collarbones, wrapping around your neck, before tugging at the necklace you wore rather powerfully enough to disrupt it, the pearl beads falling on the floor and rolling all over the floor. Gasping, you immediately took your hand off his thigh and went to caress your neck, looking at him in shock. „What are you doing?“ His hand grabbed the box that was by his side, which you haven't noticed before.

Opening the box, you were met with a beautiful diamond necklace and earrings with a ruby in them. „I thought that this might look good on you. Aren't you sick of the necklace your stupid husband got you?“ Sighing you took the box into your hands. „What is this necklace supposed to mean? Don't tell me... you want me all to yourself.“ Chuckling at your words, his eyes moving off of you. „No, of course not.“

„I want this to be simple. Let's not put a leash on each other or be blingy. I want this to end the moment one of us decides to end it. What do you think?“ Tilting your head to the side, to get a better view of his handsome face your hand landed on the top of his muscular thigh. „It looks like we've just settled on our own set of rules.“ Landing his hand on your back, he pushed you down to the couch, getting on top of you, his long legs on both side of your body, lips connected.

His fingers rubbing circles along your hips, digging into it, not too harshly. Lips breaking the contact with yours, instead going lower, down to your neck, you gasped, when his teeth sunk into your neck softly. His hand going under your dress and caressing the inner side of your thigh. „Let me undress you, Y/N.“

His fingers untied the ribbon on top of your satin dress, sitting so he can pull them over your head, leaving you only in your lacy set, you picked for tonight. Seonghwa unbuttoned his white shirt, showing off his sculpted chest and stomach. Undoing his belt, he put it down on the table along with his trousers being left only in his briefs.

While he was undressing himself, you took off your bra and panties, too aroused to wait any longer, noticing it, he chuckled at your neediness and did the same with his briefs. Biting your bottom lip as you took in the size of his cock, well above average, for sure thicker than any you've ever had. Reaching out to touch it, his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you from getting any closer to him, grabbing your other wrist as well, he pinned them both above your head, pushing you down to the couch. „Not so fast, princess, don't think I'd let you be in charge and touch me whenever you want. Now relax and don't make me tie those wrists.“

He released your wrists from his grip, lips attaching to your breasts, twirling his tongue around your nipples, sucking on them, pushing his knee between your legs, to part them. His lips went lower, brushing past your ribcage and stomach down to your thighs, he began kissing up to your inner thighs, his teeth grazing along the sensitive skin of your legs.

„You have no idea, what you do to me, I've been crazy about you, since the first time I saw you I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. I can't believe you're mine now, the most perfect woman... everything my wife isn't.“

Pushing your legs up, to put on his shoulders, gripping them firmly, his face dived into your glistening core. Your body jolting up, toes curling, from the sudden pleasure of Seonghwa's tongue licking up your folds, spreading them apart with his tongue. You couldn't even remember the last time someone had eaten you out, less so, eat you out this good. Your hips bucking up whenever his tongue brushed past your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your desperate whines and moans leaving your mouth, only made him smirk in satisfaction, your thighs closing around his head. You were at the brim of your climax, a knot forming and pulsing in your stomach.

„I bet your pathetic husband can't even unclip your bra, gosh, how could a woman as breath-taking as you, marry someone as deplorable.“ Your lewd moans intensified as you were about to spill on Seonghwa's mouth at any second. Although having you cum on his tongue, lap at your juices and lick you clean off your tasty juices sounded good, he would rather have you cum from the godly work of his hips, snapping against your sweet spot. Detaching himself from your core as he broke the high of finally having your anticipated orgasm, you haven't felt in years. You whined, looking at him in disbelief, scoffing him. „What is it darling? Don't give me that bitter look.“

He slid his tip along your folds, lubricating himself with your wetness, your legs wrapped around his tiny waist, he propped himself in front of your clenching hole. Pushing himself into you, you both hissed, and spewed at the feeling. „Fuck, he hasn't fucked you in a long time, right? Ah, you're so fucking tight, clenching around me, you're taking me so well, that I don't think I'll be able to even move.“ You groaned in agreement to his statements, trying to stabilise your breathing and get used to the stretching feeling. „Ah, y-you can move now.“ Your legs were shaking from only the feeling of his dick inside you.

Seonghwa set a rather mellow and tame pace at the beginning, however after a while, pushing into you deeper and rougher, with a great intensity of each thrust. „What would your husband say if he saw you like this? Fucking another man to satisfy the needs he can't satisfy?“ Angling his hips a bit more upwards to hit your sweet spot better, your arms wrapped around his back, nails digging harshly, probably about to leave tiny marks. Your moans getting caught in your throat as his hips slammed into you, your back arching at the feeling. Seonghwa couldn't explain how much confidence this intercourse gave him, when he slept with his wife, which did not happen often at all, all she did was lay back down and not react to him in any way, only trying to get through it and 'satisfy his needs'. But you were different, the way you were clenching, arching and moaning, he missed the euphoric feeling of having good sex with someone who enjoyed it and gave him the overwhelming pleasure he needed.

His thumb reached down to your bundle of nerves, massaging it in a circular motion, your body responding with trembling to the additional pleasure. „Ah, fuck Seonghwa, please keep doing that, I'm gonna cum soon!“ warning him your head fell back, mouth opening agape. „Really? You're gonna make a mess and milk my cock? Clench your velvety pussy around my girth? Then do that darling, cum all over me.“ His hips frantically plunged into your walls, delivering pleasure to you both. Clenching your hands into fists, you felt yourself get over the edge, spasming under his frame. Your body shook at the forgotten feeling of orgasm taking all over you. Grunts leaving Seonghwa's lips as he spilt his seed into your desperate cunt, you both riding out your orgasms.

His breath steadied as he sat at the opposite side of the couch, leaving you laying there to let you collect yourself. „It was visible by how needy you were, that your sex life with your stupid husband must be awful, but I just hope he'd go down on you, so he could see my cum dripping out of you. See how it is when a real man fucks a woman.“ Brushing your hair with your fingers, to not look that ruffled, licking your fingertips to clean your chin off the smudged lipstick, you saw him already half-dressed, you did the same, his lips attaching to yours yet again, biting on your bottom lip.

„I'm sure you know that there's a gala next week, to celebrate the Hera Palace's first anniversary. I hope you wear that necklace I gave you, but don't dress too gorgeously, which might be problematic, since you're gorgeous in everything, because I don't think I'll be able to hold back, even in front of my wife and your husband, on the other hand, at least they'll know, who this beautiful woman belongs to from now on.“

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Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding  much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father." 

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do." 

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri. 

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room. 

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?" 

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan. 

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them. 

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!" 

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-" 

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!" 

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason. 

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

   As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!" 

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!" 

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job. 

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave. 

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot. 

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen. 

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you." 

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose. 

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn." 

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled. 

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.