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yasministration · 13 hours ago

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fred weasley x malfoy!reader who’s the ‘sirius black’ of her family.

and everyone’s heard of the malfoys, of course they have; so it comes as a complete and utter shock when their eldest child, their only daughter, gets sorted into gryffindor. the entire great hall goes quiet, and even dumbledore himself is shocked upon hearing the hat’s decision. it was hard enough starting at a new school during your sixth year, but it was even harder watching her younger brother practically have a heart attack upon hearing the news. the only person who didn’t seem shocked, however, was fred. he knew from the moment that he bumped into her on the train that she was different. and to make matters even worse, she can’t help but fall in love with him. especially after they become fast friends, and he’s there for her through all the mistreatment she receives at the hands of her parents and brother over such a minuscule matter such as getting sorted into a different house.

there are worse things - fred weasley x malfoy!reader

summary: when your parents finally send you off to hogwarts, things don't go according to plan, because in less that twelve hours, you've been sorted into gryffindor and made friends with your housemates. And even worse: Weasleys wc: 1.6k+ a/n: okay i didn't know how to fit all my ideas into one fic bc i didnt want to have to write boring details, so i didn't. so i may or may not write a pt2 depending on how i'm feeling. yolo. also, haven't proof read it.

“Would you look at that? Looks like Lucius Malfoy has finally released his daughter from his clutch of private tutors.”

Mr. Weasley’s words attracted the attention of every one of his children standing on the platform. His gaze however, was fixed on the Malfoy family, stood just far enough not to hear his comment.

The Weasley siblings spun around in unison, eyes widening at the sight of the Malfoy siblings standing with their parents. You ran both hands over your shoulders, nudging your hair to fall over the elegant slope of your back.

Gripping the side of your sunglasses, you raised them up to rest atop your head, scanning the entire platform around you as the lighting became high-key at the absence of the shaded frames. Humming attentively, you straightened the jewelled necklace around your neck before turning to face your younger brother.

“Shall we?” Draco nodded at your words, smiling at the concerned look on your father’s face. He had finally lost all hope for his daughter and just hoped that Hogwarts would do the work your tutors had never succeeded in doing.

You crouched slightly, picking up your trunk and strutted onto the train without one last look towards your parents.

“Hogwarts can barely take one Malfoy, but two?” You heard the comment behind you, accompanied by instant loud shushing. Spinning on your heels, you came face to face with three younger students, around Draco’s age. They all looked terrified at your stare, as though you were going to hex them. Behind them stood two handsome gingers. Twins.

Grinning widely, you scoffed in amusement. “Oh please, I could be the only student at Hogwarts and they wouldn’t be able to handle me. God knows my parents couldn’t.” An annoyed call of your name had you laughing. “You couldn’t wait until mum and dad were out of sight?”

“Am I known as someone how likes to wait?” Draco was rendered speechless, rolling his eyes. You stopped in front of the compartment Draco had stored your bags in. “I’m going to go look for Flint,” You told him, walking past your little group of fans. You stopped by the two tall twins, putting a hand on the closest one’s bicep, aiming your next words at him “Unless you’d like to keep me busy.”

Your laughs echoed down the hallway, and Harry almost decided he didn’t hate Draco as much. After all, he was your brother, and clearly he had a good relationship with you, who he instantly decided was one of the coolest people he had met.

Fred looked back to watch you go, noticing the undeniable Malfoy elegance you held in your footsteps. However, he could not forget the mischief in your eyes as you spoke to the three teenagers in front of him. More than the mischief though? The flirtatious gleam in your eyes when you had walked past him.

The twin didn’t get the chance to lay his eyes on you again until he got to the great hall for dinner. Stood next to McGonagall and all the first years, you definitely stood out, but it didn’t matter, because by that point everyone had heard that the original Malfoy sibling was coming to Hogwarts. Fred and everyone else in the great hall leaned closer as you strolled up to the old stool at the front of the stage, tucking your skirt underneath you as you sat down. It wasn’t even ten seconds until the hat surprised everyone, yelling out “GRYFFINDOR!”

It wouldn’t have been too bad if gasps filled the great hall, because at least you’d know that people were predominantly shock. But what you were met with was so much worse. The utter silence that filled the hall was suffocating.

Clearly, it wasn’t the outcome you were expecting either, because as Professor McGonagall lifted the hat off your head, your hand immediately shot up to grasp the hat’s brim. The older Professor was so surprised that she didn’t stop you from snatching the sorting hat and placing it on your head once more. “See, I think this is more proof that you’re a gryffindor.” It grumbled, eyes animatedly looking towards Professor McGonagall, begging to be taken away from you.

Fred looked over his shoulder to glance at your brother. Draco’s face was drained of all its colour and he held a hand over his chest, eyes wide with shock. That’s not was Draco was expecting. But for some reason, Fred was not shocked, and his hand immediately stuck out in a wave to call you over. After all, after that interaction on the train, how could you possibly be a slytherin?

“Fine.” You huffed, standing up and flicking your hair over your shoulder, beelining directly to the Gryffindor table. You were thankful that the two ginger twins you had seen before waved you over, otherwise you feared you’d have stood around awkwardly.

“Thank you.” You smiled, trying to shoo the shock and disappointment off your face. Finally, you glanced up to find Draco’s eyes in the crowd, and he offered you a weak smile, eyes apologetic. Your parents would not be happy about it. “So I’ve just let down my entire blood line, how have your days been?” It seemed those words were enough to get the twins and their friends Lee and Angelina to warm up to you.

You quickly learned that Angelina was George’s girlfriend, and when your eyes went wide in panic, George was quick to reassure you that he wasn’t the one you flirted with on the train.

But the nightmare didn’t end there.

In fact, by then it hadn’t really started. It really began when you were having breakfast the next morning, grateful that Angelina was your dorm mate and you got along so well — a discovery you’d made whilst staying up all night and chatting in bed. But then, the second you’d spotted a red envelope amidst the letters being flown into the great hall, you knew it addressed to you.

You stood up immediately, attracting the eyes of Angelina and Lee as the letter dropped into your plate. “Who wants to come see how far I can run until this thing bursts?” Lee shot you an apologetic cringe and you gave him a bored look.

“Okay, you bores. I guess I’ll do it alone.” You grasped the edge of the red envelope, holding it from the tip of your fingers as though it would burn you. Spinning around, you came face to face with Fred and George.

“Where are we going?” Fred asked, immediately following you out of the great hall, abandoning the idea of having breakfast. He sped his pace up to match yours until you were breaking into a run, giggling as Fred called after you, asking “Wait, where are we going?”

“I don’t know!” Fred scoffed in amusement, but he blindly followed you further into the castle until you suddenly gasped, stumbling backwards towards him.

Oh.

Now he understood.

The red envelope sprung up into the air, forming an angry face as it spat out the following words. “In all the centuries the Malfoys have walked the earth, every single one of them has been a slytherin. Until you.” Lucius Malfoy’s voice boomed in the hallway, and you were grateful that it was empty, other than you and Fred.

“Your mother fought hard for us to send you to hogwarts, and you’ve already disgraced us within your first hour there! Fix your behaviour, act like we’ve raised you, otherwise we’re bringing you back home to an unpleasant surprise!”

Fred was befuddled. Never had he thought parents could speak to their children that way. Sure, he knew the Malfoys were cruel, but that was another level.

A laugh took him by surprise. Fred glanced over to you, meeting your amused gaze. “Not the worst thing he’s said to me. Would be scarier if I could see his face.” “Is that not-? Are you okay?” You shrugged your shoulders with a small grin as you approached him, hooking your arm through his and beginning your trek back to the great hall. “Yeah, I’ll probably cry about it in a couple of hours when it hits me.”

“Come find me when that happens.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shot him a look from the corner of your eyes. “Why would I do that?”

“You know, for comfort? A hug if you need one? No one deserves to feel like shit on their own.”

“Oh, okay then.” Fred shot you a look, feeling bad because of the shocked look on your face. You cleared your throat, feeling his eyes on you. “You haven’t had breakfast yet, come on.”

As you settled back down at your spot on the long table, your three other friends shot you questioning looks. Fred decided he would be the one to speak as you stirred yourself a cup of tea. “Yeah, if I were the one to get that howler I would have thrown up on the spot, but she perseveres.”

You scoffed into the rim of your mug, nudging Fred’s side. You took a long sip of tea, missing the dark flush that overtook his features. From in front of him, George shot him brother a pointed look, quickly looking away when your gaze flitted up again.

You urged yourself not to look back at the older twin, but you couldn’t help yourself from staring as he shot a question at you, something quidditch related. “Huh?” “Do you play? You know, ‘cause Draco plays and stuff?” You rolled your eyes “No. Where they encouraged Draco to take up quidditch, they put me in ballet. Typical, right?”

Immediately turning away, you found Draco across the hall again. If you weren’t in trouble already for being a gryffindor, you would certainly get in trouble for the group of friends you’d made. Even worse, the boy you were beginning to catch feelings for.

Well, you huffed, there are worse things than a Malfoy and a Weasley. Right?

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madeofglittter · 3 days ago

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After the game

Pairing ⟡ Heeseung x !Femreader

Summary ⟡ As your boy best friend makes the final goal into the net on the court, you eagerly cheer for him. He afterwards shows you his gratitude towards you after the game.

Genre ⟡ Smut

Warnings ⟡ P in V, school setting, cum eating, eating out, bruising (hickies), whimpering, no plot, smacking, ect.

It was the final 10 seconds of the basketball game that the school had held after school hours. The only reason you had came was all because of Heeseung. You wanted to cheer for him, and genuinely see him be active in something he loves. Not to mention the fact that you also had came because you had a huge crush on him. As you were scanning him getting the ball from his teammate, he hesitantly throws the ball into the net. And of course he scores. Half the school cheering for their win, while the other half of the gym in distress because of their school losing.

He quickly runs to his teammates and goes in for a hug with them. As he disconnects himself with his team, he pulls back and runs his hand through his hair. The sweat glistening off of his forehead, as he licked his plump lips. You cheered hoping he looked your way, and he did. He gave you a warm smile and thumbs up. In return you did as well.

It was time for the game to wrap up as people started heading out. You originally came here with one of Heeseungs friend, Jake. Although he had left earlier because of reasons so now it was just you leaving. Heeseung took notice of this and skipped over to your way just as you made way out of the gates. "Hey, did you like the game?" He said as he chuckled to himself knowing he was being cocky.

"Of course, we won. All because of you. Y'know you did great on court!" You replied back. "Thanks, tried my hardest because you were there." Heeseung had always been a flirt with you. Secretly you liked it, although you could've never said it out loud. It was more of a friends with benefits type of friendship. Your cheeks turned red and you nodded. "Are you headed home? Or are you gonna stay here?"

"Im waiting for my ride, so I'm staying in Class 102" you replied back while heading to your destination. He nodded and followed you there. You took notice and stayed quiet, as you didn't wanna make anything awkward. The both of you eventually got there and took a seat near the window. Chatting about gossip, newest relationships, how rainy it's been, and other stuff. Eventually, Heeseung brings up your cheers during his game. "Yknow, you were the loudest one cheering for me at the game."

You sat there embarrassed as he scanned your face. "Oh really? Was it that noticeable?.." you finally got out. He chuckled and nodded. All you can do was follow his actions. "Yeah, thank you for supporting me Y/N. Seriously, you've been there at all of my games." "Yeah ofcourse, how could I not? Your my bestfriend." Although you secretly wanted to be more than that.

He smoothly moved his hands towards yours, and opened his mouth to speak. "I think I owe you something, just to thank you for everything. What do you think?" You sat there dumb founded and began to think what he was talking about. You shrugged your shoulders as a sign of telling him you had no clue what he meant. "Ill just show you, yeah?"

You knew what was coming. And you knew his exact next move. He gently crashed his lips into yours, pulling you by your cheeks. His hands warm, and his lips plump. You didn't hesitate to entertain the kiss, and softly brushed through his hair with your right hand. The kiss was warm, and passionate. The right speed, not where it was forced, but also not where it was slow.

Heeseung slowly got up signaling for you too as well. You followed, as he picked you up by your thighs, placing you on the wooden desk. Your khaki school skirt riding up, allowing the cool air to hit your bare skin. You moaned at the feeling, Heeseung smiling into the kiss. His arms around your waist, and your legs around his waist, the two of you whined into the kiss as a hint of showing each other that the both of you were ready to take it to another level.

Heeseung wasted no time un zipping your navy blue jacket, swiftly moving onto your white shirt button up. Eventually, your torso was on display for him just leaving you with your bra on. He gave you a look for permission to unclasp your bra, and you nodded. He wasted no time and took off your bra. He backed up and scanned you. You felt safe, although you were a bit flushed. "So pretty, you've been hiding your pretty tits from me this whole time?" You unknowingly bit your bottom lip, slightly nodding. He latched his lips onto your rounded tits, swirling his tongue around your nipple. The sudden warmth making you whimper, as he soon started giving you soft hickies. He traced shapes and lines with his tongue, giving hard kisses in between making your boobs have small purple splats on them. You threw your head back in pleasure as Heeseung maintained contact with your eyes.

He began moving down, and his teeth were now tugging at your skirt. You nodded quickly, as you just wanted him to eat you out as soon as possible. You didn't care about anyone walking in at this point, you just needed him. He softly tugged your skirt down, leaving you in your drenched black panties. "So wet for me, let me help you with that baby."

"Please Heeseung, I need you please!" He smiled and licked your clothed cunt, making you slightly arch your back against the cold desk. You let out an exhale. He quickly tossed your panties to the side, stuffing them into his pocket for later. You were now on display for him. Prepared for him to touch you in every way possible. He teased as he hovered over your wet cunt, the tip of his nose touching your clit. "Stop teasing Heeseung! Just hurry up and eat me out! You looked away embarrassed, but glad you finally told him off. And he did exactly that. He dipped his tongue into your hole, circling it inside of you. You loudly moaned, since the act was so sudden.

His tongue drew lines up and down, going fast and then moving down to your whole, swirling his tongue around in you. His right hand rubbing hard, but slow circles on your clit. You swore you could've came now and there, but you promised yourself you couldn't give up that fast. You moaned as you thrusted your hips, allowing him to dig his tongue into deeper. Soon enough, his pace rubbing your clit fastened up.

He pressed harder, and rubbed faster. His tongue still tracing your hole. "Heeseung.. im gonna cum!" You moaned out, stuttering between a few words.

"Go ahead baby, cum on my face." And with that you did. You wasted no time covering his pretty lips in your warm cum. He smiled as he heard your moans, whimpering between them.

Your high came down eventually, but left you shaking right in front of him. He took a seat on the chair behind him. "What are you doing?"

"You owe me a little something too don't you think? Come sit on me pretty" You nodded hesitantly and scanned his pants. His crotch area specifically, and he was drenched. His dick area leaking pre cum through the sweats he had quickly put on after the game. You stumbled onto the ground, containing your balance as he had just aten you out amazingly. Eventually you sat yourself on top of him, sitting on his covered cock, leaving your cum stained on his sweatpants. You took off his black shirt leaving you amazed with his honey tanned skin. He straddled you with hands, as you started sliding down his pants. You did, and wasted no time taking off his boxers as well. His cock sprung out and his the both of yalls stomach. It was thick, and long beading with pre cum. It was red, due to how horny he was from you before.

He adjusted your hips and slowly slid his cock into you. You hissed at the stretch, but sinked back down slowly when you were ready. He groaned as he felt how tight you were, almost like you were made for his cock. He grabbed your face and began to kiss you, turning that discomfort to pleasure. As you got used to his size, you slowly began rocking your hips. Moving them side to side, and up and down, making Heeseung hum and smile against your lips.

After a few minutes, you finally got used to him. Heeseung felt this, and began move your hips up and down onto him, making you moan and forming the letter O with your mouth. He stretched your cunt out perfectly, you feeling every vein inside of you. He kept thrusting as he digged his nails into your waist, leaving marks.

"Don't stop Heeseung, please." All he can do was smile, hearing your pretty moans and whines making him turned on. His speed fastened up, making your tits bounce with every thrust. You clawed his back, marking him red. Heeseung moved his hand down to your ass, smacking it as hard as he could, hoping it would make you cum faster as he would for sure cum any time now.

Feeling overwhelmed, you buried your head into the crook of his neck. Softly moaning, and marking him with hickies. The second slap came, where he slapped even hard than before. This made you almost instantly. You let your body loose onto him, and screamed with tears bursting out your eyes. You felt Heeseungs warm cum paint your walls, him moaning and clawing at your hips for support. Eventually, the two of you finished riding off each others high.

A few minutes had passed and you still were sitting on his cock, cum still inside of you. You found comfort in it tho.

"You were so good for me baby." Heeseung sighed out. You weakly nodded and gave him a soft peck on his neck.

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aingeal98 · 2 days ago

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“Oh my god.” Steph says, and Cass doesn’t need to look to feel the distress radiating from her.

She’s said Oh my god three times now. It’s the only thing she’s said since she jumped off her bike, each time more choked and horrified. Cass wants to look at her, wants to hold her and comfort her, but there is a man on the ground dying and she can’t look away.

She doesn’t understand it. She can’t. They were chasing a truck full of guns that Two Face’s men were smuggling through Gotham, an ordinary bust. Then two men climbed on the roof of the truck and began shooting. Not unusual either. Cass wasn’t even worried about Steph getting hit, both Batgirls well used to ducking and weaving from choppy, poorly aimed gunfire at this point.

And then. The older man, big and muscled. He grabbed the lankier gunman and threw him right off the van. Right onto the road in front of them.

Cass saw it coming. The second he grabbed his fellow gunman she could see what his arm was going to do, and she braked with her typical borderline inhuman reaction speed. But Steph…

Cass yelled out to stop, of course she did. But Steph was only human. The second the smaller henchman was thrown she swerved and pressed the brakes, but it was too late. The taller man’s throw had been deliberate, much better aimed than any of his shots tonight. His colleague hit the front of Steph’s bike with a sickening crunch, and Cass remembers the sound just like she remembers her own scream of horror.

Now here they are. On the side of the road, with a man two minutes away from dying.

Cass doesn’t have great first aid knowledge, a few lessons and her own unique body reading abilities are what she’s working with. Steph has experience, has training. Cass watched as she moved around the man, turning him on his side, analysing his injuries.

She’s known the truth the whole time. But she waited and let Steph work anyway, hoping for a miracle.

Steph isn’t working anymore. She’s just staring at the man, side by side with Cass.

One minute.

That’s how long he has to live. They’ve called for help, called for anything that could save him. Oracle’s voice had been heavy, even through the vocal modulator, when she said that there was no one free to get there in time.

Cass finally wrenches her eyes away from the dying man. Steph is watching him, trembling with tears in her eyes. There is a look of terror behind the tears. A fear Cass is intimately familiar with, one she never wanted any of her loved ones to feel.

In fifty seconds Stephanie Brown will understand the feeling Cassandra Cain-Wayne did at eight years old: Watching a man dying and understanding despite all arguments and logic people present, that it was your fault.

This is not something Cass would wish on her worst enemy. It is most definitely not something she wishes for the girl she loves to experience. They’re alike in many ways, but their differences are just as precious to Cass as their similarities. No human should have to go through this.

Steph doesn’t know she only has forty five seconds left. She’s a better healer, but Cass will always be able to understand the body in ways no one but Shiva can.

She tried calling for her biological mother. No answer. Cass can’t say she’s surprised, she’s already deep in debt with that particular relationship. All out of favours.

Thirty seconds.

The man is dying. All Cass wants is to save him. She wants to stop time, to take him away until people with healing hands can work magic or science to keep him breathing. But Oracle said that no help is coming, and if there’s one person she trusts to have exhausted all options it’s Barbara. There is nothing Cass can do to save him. All her body reading can give her is the knowledge of when the light is likely to leave his eyes.

Stephanie is crying now. Shaking and crying and keening, a horrible grief filled noise. It breaks through Cass’s shock and denial, filling her with a deep sadness. Not grief. Not yet. There’s still twenty seconds before she has to give in and start grieving. Nineteen seconds for a miracle to occur.

Stephanie will be haunted by this for the rest of her life. Cass knows that she herself is not normal about death, that her reaction to any and all death is “extreme” even among most vigilantes, but she knows for sure that this isn’t something Steph can walk away from the same as she was, even if it’s not quite as life shattering as Cass’s first kill. It’s close enough to wreck her, close enough to fill her with guilt and horror and disgust. At herself, at the man who threw his colleague, at the world and at humanity. All those negative emotions that Cass spent years carrying with her even as she ran millions of miles around the world, Steph will experience them in ten seconds. It’s a jail sentence with no defined end time, just you and your mind and the moment the light leaves his eyes replaying constantly over and over.

Eight seconds. Steph looks like she’s about to throw up. Cass can see it settling in, the weight of it all. Six seconds until she’s doomed, and there’s no miracle in sight.

Five seconds. Four.

Steph still doesn’t know. There’s still a sliver of hope in her eyes, praying for the impossible.

Three. Two.

They’re out of time. This man is dead and Steph will forever be a killer and all Cass has done is watch. Useless and motionless.

One.

Cass reaches forward and snaps the man’s neck.

Stephanie screams. Cass doesn’t flinch. She looks down at the man, memorising his face, the horror and fear and grief on it. He knew his time was up, and yet he still hadn’t been ready. Cass stole that one extra second from him, and she will punish herself for the rest of her life and carry his face in her mind just like she carries all her kills, right back to Faizul in the office. She is cursed, damned. Evil trying and failing to be good, to be human. Some nights it’s a success when she can blend in.

Tonight she can’t. It’s not a success, but it’s something else as well as a failure. A thing Cass has no word for. No name.

“What did you do?” Steph gasps out.

The fear has turned to shock and horror. Good.

“I killed him.” Cass replies, voice steady as she gently reaches over and closes the man’s eyes.

“Cass.” Steph says her name slowly, like she doesn’t trust that the woman in front of her is her best friend. It stings, but Cass knows it’s better than the alternative. “Cass, why did you do that?”

“Because I’m a killer.” Cass meets her eyes head on, no tears or shaking pupils. “And you’re not.”

She sees Steph’s face morph as it clicks, shock to relief, back to horror then to anger and then sadness. But not the expression Cass fears most. Steph will never wear that expression as long as Cass is alive and able to do something about it.

“You know it doesn’t work like that.” Steph says, far more gently than Cass deserves. “That scumbag killed him the second he threw him off the truck. I killed him by not braking fast enough. You snapping his neck doesn’t change any of that.”

“He could have lived.” It’s an easy lie to say, because even though there was only one second left Cass still believes it’s true. “He could have lived despite what the man did and what- What happened with the bike. But I killed him. Me. Not you.”

Steph doesn’t believe her. Cass can see it in her shoulders, in the curve of her mouth. But there’s also hesitation in the way her brow wrinkles, confusion in her clenched fists. She doesn’t know he only had one second left. She understands what Cass has done but she doesn’t know for certain just how close Cass left it. Probably can guess it was the last second, but Cass will never confirm that. She can’t. As long as that second exists, there was still a chance. Still hope the man could have been saved. Still a beat where something could have happened to change his fate and Stephanie’s.

Cass interfered. She moved and now the man is dead. She is a killer and Stephanie is not. It’s as simple as that. It’s as complicated as that.

The death will still haunt Steph, Cass has no doubt about it. There is guilt rushing back in with every moment that passes, Steph’s spine curving as they sit in silence at the side of the road. Steph knows Cass, knows she wouldn’t have done it if she believed there was even the most narrow chance of a miracle occurring.

Cass is a creature made of guilt. It stole her soul when she was a little girl, hollowed her out deeper than the hunger as she ran. But she is more than that now. She has love. The guilt has not lessened, not really. But it’s changed its form, a different shape in her body. There’s room for coexistence now.

She loves Stephanie. She will not let Stephanie feel that hollowing guilt. She cannot save or fix everything, and she can’t accept that but she can handle the harsh reality slightly better nowadays. Less like a tsunami crashing over her body and more like a pit in her stomach that will never truly fade away.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Stephanie is angry now. Cass expected that.

“It’s done.” Cass replies. There’s nothing else to say.

“Why?” Stephanie spits, because of course she does. “What gives you the right?”

Cass could walk away. Maybe she should. She definitely would have when she was younger. When she wasn’t as comfortable with this. Love and bonds and relationships outside of utter devotion to a parent. She’s older now. Can speak clearly and use more words than she ever would have dreamed of, back in the day.

But she still prefers to keep it short and simple. People talk too much. A few words are normally all that’s needed to say everything.

“Because I love you.” She answers.

Stephanie’s glare doesn’t diminish. If anything it gets stronger. Cass meets her gaze with a calm stare, utterly unrepentant.

“Fuck you.” Stephanie whispers.

Cass deserves that. Deserves worse, deserves cruelty Steph will never give her. She stands up and holds out a hand. There are sirens getting closer. They can’t be here when the police arrive. Oracle will already be planning how to spin this, coming up with media headlines that will make Cass sick to even look at.

“Let’s go home.”

Steph is still furious. Furious and heartbroken and sick with the same nausea Cass feels so deeply in her bones. There is no forgiveness to be found there, not for herself and not for Cass. But there is the beginning of an understanding, the reality that life didn’t end for both of them when this man died, even if part of Cass wishes hers had. They have to keep moving on, have to react to everything and feel everything and learn to live with every terrible emotion this night created.

She takes Cass’s hand, and together they begin the long walk towards the sunrise.

#dc #my fics #dc rambles #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #stephcass #death tw #i've no idea if I like this or not or if I think it's in character or not #but the idea would not leave me so now I'm putting it out there for everyone to judge and decide

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escapaldi · 3 days ago

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Yeah, the thing that I think a lot of people tend to forget about parenting is that there's a role for people that's not reliant on biological or adoptive family roles that's a lot more transient that fits Law and Cora's relationship extremely well: foster family.

I'm not here to extol the virtues or condemn the flaws of foster parenting systems, but as someone who grew up seeing the good, the bad, and the everything in between, I look at the Law-Cora relationship and very clearly see that relationship, which honestly looks different depending on the people in it. Fostering (at least where I'm from) is only meant to be temporary--anything from a weekend to a few months--but sometimes it turns out longer stays than that. It's meant for kids to have a stable place while their normal adults are working their shit out. Sometimes a foster family turns into an adoptive family, but other times they're just another group in a long chain of situations. It can be the closest thing to a family one has ever had, or just people who you later exchange cards with. Anything from "Mom" or "Dad" to "Ms" or "Mr" to just using given names like weird siblings--it's different for everyone.

Law's biological family was wiped out. He had no one. Then Doflamingo comes along and does the sinister version of adoption. This terminally-ill tween goes from one horror story to another. Say what you will, but Doflamingo was not in the correct headspace to raise children. Look at what he ultimately did to Baby 5 and Dellinger. But Law... Cora learned something crucial about him and decided that he needed to get into a better place, ASAP. He took emergency responsibility and carted his ass all over trying to get him help so that he could one day be stable, because as also ill-prepared to handle the upkeep of a child as Cora was, he had the love and compassion that his brother lacked, which is frankly the key here.

Are there other foster parents in One Piece who do things very different? Yes--I can go on a whole fucking rant about how Dadan was a piece of shit if I wanted to--but that's not the point here.

I do imagine that, should there be a Coco-style afterlife in One Piece, if there is no one waiting to greet Law when he arrives, he'll go searching for his family before all others. His parents, his sister, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins; he'll find the Flevench Trafalgars and they'll be delighted that he's hopefully come back to them old and gray and with a lifetime of stories to tell, of medical advancements, and the proof that he honored them by continuing their practice of medicine. That he took the hands he wanted to use to murder and used them to heal instead, because that's what we're watching Law try to do in canon. He becomes better than the soldiers who razed their home, which is the ultimate revenge.

...but then, on the edge of the crowd of his relatives, he catches sight of blond hair in a red hat and he realizes who it is, and his father urges him to go, and his mother says it's alright because they've already talked, and Law--who left the living as a great-grandfather and stoic patriarch--meets this man who died the same age as a grandkid was at his funeral and fucking loses it, because although he was far from perfect--Nika above he wasn't perfect by a long-shot--he was the first adult who cared anything close to what his parents did... was the one who took care of him until he reached his adopted family (in this case, his brothers Penguin-Shachi-Bepo), and was the one who made sure he lived. Countless people were helped with Law's medical knowledge as he honored his biological parents, but he only lived long enough to do so because of Cora... because both parenting situations were important, even though their relationships were really different.

Do I think that in a canon sense Cora would have tried to adopt Law had he lived long enough? Yeah. Do I think that it would have changed Law's trajectory much, pulling him away from honoring his parents and Flevance and keeping their medical traditions alive? Not at all. It's honestly a given that Law loves and honors his parents, given his chosen profession; what's interesting is that he also honors the one who only had him for six months, because they were just as impactful on him, just in a different way.

I am also sorry about the rant but I have feelings about this.

Poor Law thinks he's hallucinating about his dead father 😭

I already said this over on Blueskye but-

I personally don't really see Cora as a parental figure/dad, if only cuz OP is usually rather overt about those sorts of relationships (Zeff, Bellmere, Whitebeard, etc).

I like them being this weird, nebulous sort of deal that isn't defined by nuclear family roles. Law never refers to him as a father figure or even an older brother. He's just Cora-san.

Law HAD A DAD who was nurturing and loving and patient and taught him a lot of stuff, and Cora is very, VERY different from that, (and also not old enough to be Law's dad either-)

In the end, I just don't like people always needing to put "found family" into hardcut nuclear family roles. Human connection is more complex than that.

He's just Cora-san :y

#I'm putting this in my queue while it's paused so who the fuck knows when it's popping out #it's why I tend to write the Law-Cora relationship as a foster parent situation bc it's SO ambiguous #one of these days i will actually make a rant about Dadan and my grandmother and how they're almost the exact same person (derogatory)#but in the meantime I've got this. bc Law would have Cora in his phone as Foster Idiot and that explains a lot

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folksyswift · 2 days ago

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I'm just a girl… I'm alone, on my own. No one wanted to play with me as a little kid, nobody ever lets me in. Something different bloomed writing in my room. I see the great escape, I play my songs in the parking lot just to learn that my dreams aren't rare. Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission but I'm ready to fly in the angel's city, chasing fortune and fame. No one in my small town thought I'd meet these suits in L.A. and the camera flashes make it look like a dream. The kind of radiance you only have at 17, making my own name, chasing that fame. The crown is stained, but you're the real queen selling dreams, selling make up and magazines and your secrets end up splashed on the news front page. No cameras catch my pageant smile and my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles. They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" and I did. Cause ladies always rise above, so I became the butt of the joke. Talk your talk and go viral 'cause, baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me. Crowd goes wild at her fingertips but there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west. I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me. I was in the alley surrounded on all sides. Brought a knife to a gunfight. I looked around in a blood-soaked gown and tried to tell the town. You said the gun was mine, so they filled my cell with snakes. They say I did something bad then tell me I'm despicable. People look at me like I'm a monster. Now they're screaming that they hate. I can feel the flames on my skin, and you find something to wrap your noose around. They're burning all the witches even if you aren’t one. So light me, and if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too. So I leap from the gallows, and I levitate down your street. I didn't want to have to haunt you but I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined. They say, "move on", but all I think about is karma. I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze tell me what are my words worth. My pennies made your crown. You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same. The knife cuts both ways, look at how my tears ricochet. Them's the breaks, they don't come gently. It still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart, and I can go anywhere I want just not home. He's got my past frozen behind glass but I've got me. I’m still on that trapeze. I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me. Lights, camera, bitch smile. I can still make the whole place shimmer. I pushed each boulder up the hill, climbed right back up the cliff 'cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned. Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here. Always risin' from the ashes 'cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit. I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this. And at last she knew what the agony had been for. I built a legacy that you can't undo. Long story short, I survived. You're on your own, kid. You always have been.

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halfadiamond · 18 hours ago

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You Think It’s Love- Part 1

Poly TF141 x Reader

Based off this <- *edit: the angst scenario*

Masterlist

You think it’s a simple acquaintance when you meet him at the grocery store. He was kind enough to grab something off the top shelf for you. You thank him and he introduces himself as Kyle.

You couldn’t deny that Kyle wasn’t a good looking man. He looked handsome even when he was just wearing casual clothing, but you choose not to acknowledge this to him and you both go on your way.

It becomes a simple friendship when you meet Kyle again at the grocery store even at the same aisle that you guys first met, you notice that his cart seems quite full in comparison to your cart that only has some food and other items that you needed to grab. You want to be nosy and ask why buy so much but you choose not to and give him a simple greeting. You notice how Kyle looks at his groceries with a slight annoyance, perhaps he’s calculating how much this is going to cost him, you can’t help but feel bad for him. Groceries aren’t cheap especially if they fill up a cart, so you offer a suggestion.

“There’s another store not far from here that sells produce cheaper.”

Kyle looks at you, and gives you a friendly smile as he admits that he’s new to town here so he’s not quite familiar with the places. You’re not sure how but you two end up conversing instead of shopping, you learn more about Kyle such as he’s in the military and that he chose to move here because the town seems small and quaint. You agree with him and before you know it, you guys exchange phone numbers and promise to keep in touch.

It becomes a simple crush when you and Kyle begin meeting up regularly. You show him around town and he seems to make a mental note of everything. You guys go to eat at a restaurant and you realize how it looks to be like a date, but you quickly brush those ideas away. You were still right that he’s incredibly good looking and he has a great personality to go along with it. He’s funny but kind. He definitely knows how to talk with people as you find yourself becoming increasingly comfortable with him.

It’s when you guys are about to go your separate ways that you decide to ask him a question.

“If you’re not seeing anyone… maybe we can go out on a date?”

You expect him to either accept or reject you. But you’re left standing there in confusion and hurt as he laughs, it’s time like this where you wish you were a witch so that you could turn him into a frog. You feel tears coming to eyes and as you turn away to leave, you feel Kyle grab your arm as he wipes the tears from his face.

“I’m sorry love. I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that I am taken.”

He takes a few seconds to think about what to say.

“I got a boyfriend well the correct term is… I got boyfriends.”

Excuse me? You stare at him confusion. Boyfriends? You could barely get one boyfriend but he’s got multiple. You want to say something but you don’t know what but Kyle continues on.

“Why don’t you come over to my place? You could meet them, they’ve been curious about you.”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

You admit meekly but Kyle chuckles and shakes his head.

“You won’t. Trust me. They don’t bite.”

So you agree and set up a time and date.

—

You think it’s different but sometimes different is good as you meet the men.

John is who you meet first, he seems to be the oldest of the men and to be the one who the men listen to the most. But John is a perfect gentlemen, he gives you water and offers snacks, he gives you a friendly smile as he asks questions about you and lets you ask him questions.

You meet Johnny next and he’s definitely the extrovert of the group. He’s chatty but knows how to listen. He manages to shake the nerves out of you by making you laugh as he talks about his days when he was younger.

Lastly, you meet Simon and you were, admittedly, intimidated by his size and how he seems to be more of an observer rather a talker. But he has his own way of worming himself into your heart as he’s the first one to offer to walk you back to your place.

They have their rhythm that works you notice. They each have their own way of showing affection to each other:

You see how Simon grazes his fingers softly on his lovers hands.

You see how John lovingly calls them, love, and looks at each of them as if they hung the moon.

You see how Johnny is always checking out his lovers, you’ve heard that they’ve been dating for a while, so you consider it sweet that Johnny still finds them attractive.

You see how Kyle is always giving his lovers affection. He holds hands with Simon, he gives Johnny a kiss on the forehead, and he stays close to John.

It’s awfully sweet and you find yourself returning often at their wishes and yours where you guys begin to form your own friendship.

—

You’re not sure what to think the day that they ask you if you’d like to be theirs.

You think it’s a joke but the men all seem serious. Kyle is quick to tell you that they’ll respect your decision and that if this isn’t something you’re comfortable with then that’s fine.

You see how hopeful Soap looks as if he’ll melt to the ground if you say no.

You see how John tries to seem confident but his eyes look nervous as he awaits your response.

You see how Simon tries to remain as neutral as possible as to not sway your decision.

You couldn’t deny that you definitely grew to like the men. Even if they never acted inappropriately towards you; they still showed you how much they grew to care for you. Through offerings of cooking your favorite foods, always walking you home, and making sure you’re as comfortable as can be you grew to like them romantically and now you were learning that they felt the same.

As much as you wanted to say yes, you were scared that you would be the outsider to their dynamic. All of you would have to learn what works for them and you and what doesn’t. You’re worried that these men have grown to be so comfortable with each other that they won’t know what to do with a new person joining their relationship.

The men can tell that you’re nervous and as much as they want to try and offer physical reassurance, they don’t want to intrude so Johnny takes the first step.

“What’s on your mind Bonnie?”

You think about lying, saying that you’re just caught off guard but lying does no good so you decide to be honest.

“I’m just worried that you guys are so comfortable with your relationship that you might not be able to fully accept me into your circle.”

You see the little breaths of relief come from them as they take in mind your worries. It’s a common worry amongst those in a poly relationship, so they want to reassure you.

“Love. It might seem awkward at first but we’ll find something that works for all of us. You can speak up whenever you want to and we’ll listen.”

John reassures you and he even offers you a comforting smile as he continues.

“It’s all up to you. We’ll respect your decision. We can give you some privacy to think, just come into the living room when you’ve made your choice.”

And with that, all of the men, except for Simon, leave for the living room. Simon stays for a bit, thinking, before patting your head in his own way to comfort you before he follows after his lovers.

You think for awhile. You’re not sure if this is the right thing to do. You’ve never dated multiple people at once, but you can’t deny that you’ve grew to become close to them. You enjoy their company and they enjoy yours. And if they’re adamant that they’ll listen to you, and work with you to make this work then what’s stopping you from trying it out?

You head into the living after a while and give them a small nod as you agree to be theirs.

Deleted scene: Graves standing there in annoyance because you and Gaz are talking in front of the item that he needs.

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vxlenst3in · 3 days ago

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Have you watched blue lock cuz i just finished it like 10 minutes ago and i want a fic

lowk the itoshi brothers are SO HOT like hear me out okay

and Rin makes "wednesday" sound hot 😭😭😭

Anyways can i req a random itoshi brothers x fem!reader fic?

can be a threesome or like seperate

yeah i have no plot in mind i just want a fic tysm and ily

~Kylie

ALSO STOP DESPAWNING AND COME BACK

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ the itoshi brothers fighting over you

The Itoshi brothers have always been a huge part of your life. From the day you met those two at a nearby playground, till today, where you have to attend double the soccer matches. Sae and Rin used to be inseperable back then. It was their dream to become the best strikers in the world, but we know how the story goes.

They’ve always been competitive when it came to you. Fighting over who got to carry your bag, or who would get to sit on the see-saw with you. Almost wrestling each other over who got to sit next to you on the bus. It was cute, sort of – till it wasn’t. As the three of you got older, the brothers started viewing you as more than just their childhood friend, and that’s when the real fight began between them.

Rin had definitely gained a head start when Sae went to Spain, to become the best striker of the world. Even though he felt somewhat sad that his brother was gone, it didn’t last for long. He had you all to himself. Even though he would also try his best to catch up to his brother in terms of soccer, he would always get to see you in school, or have you watch his matches. He thought he had won this unofficial battle with ease. Little did he know, it was merely the start.

Sae, on the other hand, dreaded every day in Spain because of it. Yes, it was his dream to train here, but at the same time it turned into an absolute nightmare. He would always see the stuff you or your friends posted on social media, and almost lose his mind. Even worse when his little brother was to be seen somewhere on those posts. Sae would still make a somewhat “great” effort to text you every now and then. If you can count the dry replies to your stories, as an effort. He knew so very well what Rin was doing.

So imagine, even so many years later, they’re still trying so hard to win you over. Just with upgraded techniques now.

Rin’s technique is rather aggressive. His hands are roughly grasping onto any piece of flesh they can grab onto, as he drills into you from behind. You’re bent over the dinner table, that you just ate dinner with him and Sae at. Sae now going for his evening run, completely oblivious to what was happening in his apartment right now. Rin’s touch is inexperienced, not really knowing where to put his hands, while trying to not bust a nut after 2 minutes, because you just felt so damn good. You were his first and only. He wouldn’t even dare to think of another woman in your place. But god, despite all that, he was making you feel good, his pelvis repeatedly hit the flesh of your ass, as he pressed you further against the table with his whole body weight. His hips snapping up and down, while the both of you lost your damn minds. One of his hands wandered up to yours, pinning them down while the other held your hips in place, his chest pressed against your back, while he rested his head right next to yours. Rin wasn’t loud during it, but given how close he was to your ear right now, you could hear all the ragged breathing, the choked groans, and the attempted dirty talk that only came out in murmurs.

“Don’t get why you still entertain him, you have me-!” Rin choked out, as his hips began to stutter. Your weak whimpers spurring him on. “Just be with me alr- Ah!” He didn’t even realize how close he was—

Sae had learned from his old mistakes. He was taking no chances for his brother to get any closer to you, so instead of going to Spain alone, he would always bring you along. You got to go on a fun little vacation, and Sae Itoshi got you all to himself. He’s not a man to waste time, but is it really wasted if he gets to see you all whiny beneath him? His boner had been up and hurting for almost an hour now, but god, he was utterly obsessed with pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you by just fingering you. Sae was pretty experienced in comparison to his brother. Every now and then he’d lay chicks he’d meet at his soccer club's celebration parties. Weirdly, they all looked creepily similar to you. Not that it meant anything, right? But in the end, none of these models could compare to the real thing. None of them could replicate the sweet noises he pulls out of you, or the way your pussy is practically screaming for more even when you beg him to stop. None of them could even get close to the way you make him feel. His thumb drags across your clit, while two of his other fingers keep curling inside of you. You lost track of the amount of orgasms he has pulled out of you by now. But judging by the look on his face, he was far from done. Just like his younger brother he wasn’t a loud man — well, he still talks you through it.

“That’s it, she’s so messy, don’t ya think, sweet girl?” “You love me more than him, right? Your pussy certainly does, doesn’t she?” “Give me another one, won’t you?”

And whenever you take too long to reply, he just delivers a slap to your cunt. What a mean man.

You would’ve been lying if you said that you weren’t fine with it. You enjoyed both of their attention, and thought it was okay the way it was. Both Rin and Sae had their “pros and cons”, but they made up for each thing the other was missing. So why choose? Neither of them had asked to be your boyfriend anyw- That was until both men decided to ask you to be their girlfriend on the same day…

Seriously?

©vxlenst3in - do not steal, modify, translate or repost my work. a/n: hi kylie!! i hope i can make up all the time ive been away with this super quick request sob. i hope its too obvious who i like more between them, but so sorry if it is..anyway thank you so much for requesting!! always a pleasure seeing you around :) likes, feedback and reblogs are appreciated! reqs are open❤︎

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shiongenkai · 1 day ago

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Ghouls as Lifeguards

Because I am, once again, bored at work. Don't worry abt it. Sometimes life is making bad posts to appeal to you and only you .

Frostheim

Ohhh you'd think they're good. You'd really think. But you would be so wrong.

Jin Kamurai

His ass is NOOTTTT WORKING. Oh my god he is Not working. He's the supervisor you have who sucks and doesn't do anything yet bosses you around forever. You make a group chat to complain about him and he inexplicably discovers it. Its horrible. You hate him. And yet, somehow, you never have any issues with patrons.... (its because he Makes Them respect you. And then denies doing it. You will never learn he fights for you. He will always be That Asshole Supervisor). 5/10

Tohma Ishibashi

He's the tolerable supervisor but he's like. He scares you. Lowkey. If a parent comes up to him he's like sorry my guard did that I'll Talk To Them. EVEN IF IT WASNT YOUR FAULTTTT but the way he says it really makes it feel like your fault. However. Later you learn that parent got in trouble and was banned from the pool for completely unrelated reasons and you looked at him and he went 'That's unfortunate for them ^_^' and the look in his eyes was so cold you searched for every life preserver for yourself Just In Case. 8/10

Kaito Fuji

Took this job for: cash and to be popular with women. Ended up: sunburnt as hell and ready to go homeevery goddamn second. He turned his back once to flirt with someone and a kid started drowning and he panicked so hard he tried to save the kid and he DID but passed out immediately after. And then. He was fired. 3/10 bc he Did Save That Kid...

Lucas Errant

Bad in the other way. He's not Quite 'no fun allowed' but he's close!! Always blowing his whistle and telling kids to stop doing things. Always worries someone is drowning when they clearly aren't. Doesn't understand waterslide dispatch. The parents love him tho. Kaito is so mad about it, always. 3/10 but if you put him with Kaito they both get 4.5/10 because the sheer disbelief at the other motivates them to be just a little bit better (but Not Much).

Vagastrom

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh if I saw a pool with these guys as the lifeguards I. Would feel an Emotion. Which one? Certainly An Emotion.

Alan Mido

No. Well. Yes? But mostly no. Good news is he can definitely save you if you drown. Bad news is he's terrifying, for one, and always looks mad at you, for two, and if you ask him for a bandaid he'll glare at you on accident and too many kids have cried when he's on shift so he's not. Working as a lifeguard for long. Sorry king. Maybe next time. 2/10

Leo Kurosagi

He's on his phone and I am personally going to fire him. If a kid drowns on his watch he blames the parent, and lowkey he's probably right, which makes it worse. I think if he had a reason to do his best he would and he would do great, but until then, we will all drown in the pool on his watch Together. 1/10

Shohei Haizono

He tries. He's fine at it, too, and the kids like him well enough, and he does a well enough job. Genuinely probably the best in Vagastrom. However, when Leo is fired (or quits) Sho also bounces, mostly because he finds it boring and he already has to bathe Enough. 7/10

Jabberwock

I already worked with a Ren before and it was horrible. Unfortunately, I am a Haru. I haven't worked with a Towa yet, but if I do, I'll probably burst into tears. However. ?

Haru Sagara

Have you. Do you. Well first of all no he's not getting 10/10 so don't expect that. I only mostly play favouritism. Reasons he would be good is that he's pretty diligent and would respond quickly and appropriately. He would be a great supervisor. Reasons he would be bad is that he would probably be concerned abt his arm (and would waffle abt whether to keep it on or not, which would make him hesitate methinks). and two. If he is not in jumping distance of the water he is Sprinting and using his stigma and catching a rock or whatever and eating Turbo Shit and now your supervisor needs a lifeguard and it is Bad All Around. awesome. 7/10

Towa Otonashi

good news. 8/10 if he likes you. Bad news. 0/10 if he doesn't. Someone who was rude to him starts drowning and hes like damn not my problem. someone annoys him when haru is down for the count and he electrocutes the Whole Pool. he does not work. the pool frequently has bad weather. he sees MC and leaves his stand. Awesome. Worlds Worst Pool. 1/10 bc if he likes you he'll save you

Ren Shiranami

TEN SECONDS TO IDENTIFY 20 SECONDS TO TAKE ACTION LETS GO 30 SECOND STANDARD KING!!!!!!! However. He . HESITATES. His ass is like I have 20 seconds uhhhhh fuck uhhh shit uhhhh fuck. uhh. and then its drowning situation and then its unconscious and Haru intervenes and hes like this fucking sucks . BUT! He'd be good at CPR. He can do it. My man can work an AED. I know in my heart and soul he's a lil fisherman boy who knows whats up. 8/10 bc I rated Tohma too low if I give Ren 9/10.

Sinostra

goodbye cruel world. ill miss you when im underwater. and dead.

Taiga Hoshibami

I need us all to take a second and just think about this. Can we all do that. All hold hands and try to imagine Taiga Hoshibami as a lifeguard. Can we. BECAUSE I CANNOT FATHOM IT. IT IS FUNDAMENTALLY WRONG. WHY IS HE THERE? THATS NOT THE RIGHT ENVIRONMENT FOR HIM. PLEASE GET HIM OUT OF THERE????? To be honest. He probably wouldn't show up anyway. Sorry buddy. 0/10

Romeo Scorpius Lucci

I can't. He has a big sunhat and all the sun protection and he has an umbrella and a misting fan and sunglasses and he looks downright absolutely fucking miserable. Tells kids not to run and they ignore him and they eat shit and he's like IFTYS and the parents are like can you stop speaking letters at us and help our child. Please. And he quits on the spot. 3/10 he's too pretty to fail

Ritsu Shinjo

He has read every manual front to cover he is so prepared in an accident he's got this shit DOWN. In theory. Can he swim? Unknown. You ask him. He does not answer. Ren sees him from across the pool and they share a Look. Ritsu quietly pulls you aside. He can't. You sigh and put a frowny face next to his employee progress report. 1/10

Hotarubi

Subaru Kagami

He would be so nervous but I honestly think he'd be fine. Like genuinely just fine. He would probably be nervous every day and it'd shave years off his life as he imagines everything that could possibly ever go wrong even a little. It truly haunts him every waking moment and it feels sort of like he's dying? And Haku listens and is like hey. its. hey subaru? It's okay to quit, and Subaru is like. IT IS? And then. he doesn't quit. 5/10 book a spa vacation

Haku Kusanagi

He's a sleeper agent lifeguard. He's like so stereotypical good lifeguard he's almost Bad? LIKE . FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES HE'S DEFINITELY A GOOD LIFEGUARD. CERTIFIED GRADE A. BUT HE'S LIKE. ITS JUST OFF. IT SCARES YOU. He has an energy on stand that you can't quite place. MC looks at him and then looks up and realises he is on hour nine of Zenji Kotodama's greatest hits and that energy is On His Last Legs. and she's like ohhh okay. Yeah okay. 8/10

Zenji Kotodama

The retail post was predicated on the idea that Zenji is not a ghost because that was funnier than ghost Zenji. This post is way funnier if he's a ghost. Your ass is NOT getting saved today buddy. You see the world go dark and a hand reaches out to you and its Zenji and you're like ohhh I'm saved. No. ghost. good luck. goodbye. He'll sing a song as you go 1/10 (For real though, 4/10 because he helps keep ppl calm and also is like dont worry my dears. zenji kotodama will keep the beat going for CPR.)

Obscuary

Obscuary is actually a 0/10 dorm . Lyca 'Tries so Hard' Colt a dn Rui 'kills you' Mizuki are an outlier and should not have been counted

Edward Hart

I cannot in good faith possibly give him more than like 3 points guys. Truly I cannot. I cannot fathom who would let him be a lifeguard. Probably the same ppl who let Taiga be one. Bad people. bad people who should feel bad because WHAT IS HE DOING THEEERREEEEE!!!!! I GUESS. HE COULD GIVE ADVICE? I GUESS? 1/10

Rui Mizuki

so. um. so. SO BASICALLY? IF HE DOESNT HAVE TO DO A RESCUE ITS FINE? I THINK? PROBABLY? BUT LIKE. OTHERWISE......... i cant. picturing rui trying to do a rescue without touching the person. TEARS IN MY EYES. PLEASE. WHO LET HIM DO THIS. PLEASE HELP HIM? PLEASE? HEY GUYS? TEAM? HEY GANG? -5/10 PLEASSE DONT KILL THEM MORE THAN THEY ALREADY ARE.

Lyca Colt

He's so good. Chat you gotta believ e me. There's nothing better than a guard who is rlly willing to do their best even if they're a little confused. HE'S GOT THE SPIRIT!!!!! Lowkey he'd actually be kinda bad bc the smells would overwhelm him and the sounds and he'd prbably get too mad at the kids and yell and call them stupid and make them cry but he's also tryign so hard. You can't fault him. AND he would be good in a rescue situation for sure. Trust me. Trust me. I'd trust him with my life. Maybe not in CPR. But surely the rest 7/10 but 10/10 in my hearrt

Mortkranken

Ohhhhhh no ignore Sinostra's note. No yeah. No we've done it. Mortkranken once again wins Worst At This Job. Yup. Yep. No yeah. Yep.

Yuri Isami

Imagine Yuri in a pool. That's it. NO BUT FOR REAL? HE'S LIKE JIRO. SAVE THEM. And Jiro is like I can't swim though. But okay. And Yuri is like JIRO DON'T. and then they stare at the water and you drown and die and then Yuri is like OKAY. NOW . IS MY TIME. he's like. Do you see the vision. He can't help you Not Drown. But by god. You are in the best hands when someoen else gets you out of the water. He sure does guard your life. Just not. IN THE WATER. 2/10 BECOME A PARAMEDIC INSTEAD.

Jiro Kirisaki

Hey if you need a lifeguard for your lifeguard that's a bad lifeguard -10/10 jiro please stop drowning on the job and making the others save you its really inflating the incident report economy and making everyone's lives worse and zenji is crying so now we can't even giv you cpr to baby shark anymore thanks buddy

#tokyo debunker #eset td #im not. tagging this with the rest of the characters #this post is for whoeber stumbles across it and thats it #Before anyone asks Shion is 4/10 usually and 8/10 in specific cases and Mio is 9/10 #also nobody got 10/10 which feels wrong so uhhhhh idk #Tohma #Tohma wins good job buddy. Can you go get Jiro pelase #if you saw the version where I called Sho a Frostheim boy no you didnt

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word count: 10,197 ship: Nick Leister x reader rating: NC-17 (for some smut, suggestive sexual language and expletives) summary: Your last relationship nickel and dimed everything that you did together. Nothing was thoughtful, rarely anything was a gift. Everything felt like an arrangement. And yet all your love, you offered freely—and for what? notes: this is basically a rich boyfriend x middle class reader fic *u* just really did a lot of thinking about nick spending his money lol notes2: masterlist, gifs from here!

You don’t come from money, which has never been something that’s bothered you.

You parents both worked jobs that put food on the table, a roof over your head, presents on birthdays and Christmas and you’ve never been concerned about whether you were ‘missing out’ on something. Especially since when you turned sixteen you got a job at a coffee shop and had your own money to spend, bought yourself anything you could afford that you wanted.

It never felt like you didn’t fit in. Until you moved to London.

Your dad got a new job, which…is great. He makes a lot more money and the house you live in now is just a tiny bit bigger than the one in Colorado, but it still doesn’t compare to the mansions you’ve seen around the city. It’s a strange sort of imbalance—you have money at the very same time that you don’t have enough. You’ve been pushed into different social circles, more expensive ones, because of how your lifestyle has shifted. But you don’t come close to anything your friends might have access to, doors opened in which you’ll never even be able to touch the handles.

You can pretend that you're one of them, but you’re not. You’ve gone to charity events and galas and parties and have a great time with your friends, but you’re still disconnected from their reality. You try your best to ignore that, especially since your friends have never made you feel like you don’t fit in. They’re the best sort of people you could have asked for in your London life.

You knew that the moment you met Nick.

You know that this store is wildly out of your price range but…you don’t think it’ll be a big deal to sort of window shop? Get ideas? Your dad’s birthday is coming up and you know he’s never asked you to get him anything, but you always do. He’s the type of dad that rarely buys things for himself, always worried about spoiling other people, so that's where you come in. A nice button down shirt, a sweater, a rain jacket, a pair of jeans—just something that he’d never add to his own cart.

So you wander around the streets of London, popping into stores, finding yourself in a high-end shop— the kind of place that only has a few selections out at a time in each section. Some of the articles of clothes you could get if you splurged, if you put together a few paychecks from the cafe-bookshop you work at and hold your breath about that raise you’ve been mentioning to your manager.

Pausing at a spread of gray sweaters, you reach out and touch one of them, the fabric unbelievably soft. You have to set down the book that’s in your hand along with the latte you made when you left work to check the price—

“You always carry that much with you when you shop?”

You blink, looking in the direction of where the voice has come from. Down the row of sweaters stands a guy around your age. He’s handsome in a way that’s far too easy and when your eyes meet his, it feels like it could take you out at the knees. He’s on the taller side and you can see that there’s a tone of muscles underneath his clothes, a trim waist, defined lines in his forearms as he wears a button down rolled up to his elbows. You try not to get distracted by the silver chain that’s hanging against his chest, the buttons open so you can see hints of line tattoos, a leather jacket resting over one of his arms. His eyes are a soft, corduroy brown, lips full, golden hues in the curls of his dark hair.

And he’s definitely realized you’ve been checking him out for the past twenty seconds, an amused tilt to the corner of his mouth.

Well, shit.

You quickly look to where you’ve set down your book, “Oh uh, occupational hazard. I work at a bookstore.” You also just…brought the wrong purse with you today. Usually you’re carrying some sort of larger tote in which you can fit things in. This whole ‘shopping’ adventure was a little more impromptu.

He hums, moving closer to where you’re standing on the other end of the table. He picks up a shirt without looking at the price, which tells you everything you need to know about the money he can spend.

“Besides, you never know when you’re going to need a good book.”

He glances up at you again, a small smile playing with his lips. “Hemmingway is a little too dense for me.” He replies, noticing the cover. “But I like Poe.”

One author has nothing to do with the other, you think, but a man who reads? You’re not going to push away that needle in a haystack. “Oh so…depressing romantics are more your thing?”

He laughs, the sound warm and stirring butterflies in your chest, “Maybe—though I admit putting your enemy in a wall after luring them with sherry is also kind of wild.”

You can’t help but grin, “The Cask of Amontillado is one of my favorite short stories.”

He nods, holding your gaze, “Mine too.”

You open your mouth to offer your name when someone who works at the store flits in your periphery. She’s a tall, blonde woman with a red-lipstick smile, but it’s definitely not a warm gaze in her eyes as she gives you a once-over before glancing at the sweater you’re hovering in front of. You straighten your shoulders, trying not to feel small in your flower-patterned jeans, sweater and sneakers—you know that’s her intention.

“Hi,” You clear your throat, “I was maybe interested in this sweater.” You didn’t get a chance to look at the price but you can tell by the look on her face that you won’t be able to afford it.

“I see,” She smiles again but her gaze is sharp, “I’m not sure that’s in your price range.”

“Maybe something similar…” You begin to inquire but she cuts you off.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have Targets here in London.”

Ouch. You feel the familiar heat of embarrassment stain the back of your neck, working its way up to your cheeks and a soft nod from you ends the conversation. You’re just about to gather the things that you’ve set down when the woman’s attention falls to the guy you were talking to.

“Oh! Nick—Mr. Leister, I didn’t know you were shopping today. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Shaking your head at the obvious change in tone, you pick up your book as Nick clears his throat. “You can start by apologizing to my friend, Clara, and treating her with a little more respect.”

You nearly drop your coffee all over that expensive sweater when you realize Nick is talking about you. Your mouth opens slightly in surprise, your eyebrows lifting, and he holds your gaze with a soft smile before something sharp hardens his eyes to ice when he looks back at Clara. Clara, who straightens her shoulders and looks every bit of ashamed as she tried to make you feel. She clears her throat, smoothing her hands over her blouse.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize—”

“Well now you do,” Nick interrupts, picking up the sweater you were looking at. “What size do you need for your dad?”

Words are severely disconnected from your brain at this point, but you manage to say, “Large—uhm, he would take a large.”

Nick checks the tag before handing it over to Clara, “Hold this at the till for her. And don’t forget to apply my father’s annual discount.” He sticks his hands in his pockets, “I doubt I have to remind you about how much money we spend here.”

Clara clears her throat and at least knows better than to look at you again, “Right away.”

When she leaves, you quickly check the price of the remaining sweater on the table and…well. It is expensive but not as much as you thought. And now with the promise of a discount? You’ll actually be able to afford it if you choose to get it for your dad. But…

You glance up at Nick, “You didn’t need to do that.” But your tone is grateful.

He shrugs his one shoulder, “I’d do it for anyone.” He smiles a little, motioning with his chin at the book still on the table, “Especially for someone else who likes Poe.”

You find yourself smiling back, cheeks a little warm. You’re not sure if that’s altogether true, but you’re not about to look a gift-horse in the mouth. Drawing in a soft breath, you have another sip of your latte,

“My name is Y/N, by the way.”

Nick adjusts the shirt he picked up that’s resting over his forearm, looking at another on a rack nearby, “Speaking of birthdays, Y/N,” The drawl of his accent on your name is something that you like just a little too much, “I could use some help picking out something for my mum.” He looks towards the other section of the store that has women’s clothes. “Feel like helping me with that? We could talk about more books.”

You can’t help but grin, “I’d like that a lot.”

—

Dating Nick comes as a surprise. Even after becoming friends with him, you didn’t see it coming. Not that you didn’t think there was something there between you two, it’s just…you didn’t think Nick noticed you like that. You’re not saying he has a type but that you seem to exist in his world in a strange way, like a ghost. There but not.

Giles, Jenna, Nick, Lion—no one in your inner circle has ever made you feel that way; transparent, inconsequential. But worry lingers like a blinking beacon in the back of your mind, that poisonous, small voice whispering insecurities and worries that bloom out of nothing. It has you overthinking far too much about what it means to be rich, something you didn’t get caught up on before.

But maybe it only really bothers one person, and it’s you.

—

“What’s it like having a boyfriend who’s loaded?”

You glance over your shoulder at one of your co-workers, a middle-aged woman named Donna with lavender hair that always has a smile and a book recommendation at the ready. A small laugh rumbles in your chest before you turn your attention back to reorganizing a stack of books.

“He’s not a billionaire, you know.”

And maybe not? But you’re not about to argue that Nick doesn’t come from money. Thanks to his family and a sizable profit from the ride-share app he’s developed, he does have a decent amount of wealth compared to most in London and the notoriety that comes with it. But the way Donna asks about him sometimes makes it sound like he’s some sort of Hallmark Prince you stumbled onto.

“If I married a rich man, he’d need to worry about me taking everything he’s worth.”

A laugh startles out of your chest, “Donna.”

“What?” She grins, “I’m just saying. I’d make an amazing, affluent widow.”

You shake your head, “You’ve been spending too much time in the true crime section of the store.”

Then, she bats her eyelashes at you, “And you in romance.”

You roll your eyes but you can’t help but smile, carrying a stack of books towards the appropriate shelves to put away. You’re not about to sidestep that it’s nice when Nick has money to spend, either. It certainly makes things altogether easier. There are moments in which you’ve realized that sometimes he doesn’t have to think about things, he just does them. But you suppose that’s what it’s like when you know that money is in your account, that it’s always sort of been there. The automatic convenience is startling.

You slide a book into the appropriate place and wander further down the aisle.

You’re also not saying that your parents have lived paycheck to paycheck, but sometimes it felt like that. You’ve grown up understanding that you’d have to balance what comes into your account versus what leaves. Nick doesn’t have to. And there’s nothing wrong with that? The difference is just something that you’ve found yourself needing to get used to.

Putting another book into its home, you turn the corner and bump right into—

A smile tugs the corners of your mouth as you see Nick, a latte in hand, “Hey stranger.” He’s in a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, something so simple and yet your chest clenches at the sight.

“Hi,” He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Figured you might need this.”

You hum, your fingers brushing as you take the latte from him. “Always.” You have a slow sip, appreciating the creaminess of the matcha that he’s selected for you today. “I would avoid Donna by the way, she’s on a true crime kick.”

He purses his lips, “Is that why she asked me if I had all my money stashed in one place?”

A sputtered laugh leaves your lips, jesus. “She’s harmless, I promise.”

“Feel like a lot of documentaries start off that way.” He muses as he follows you down another row of books. You put the last novel away, turning to face him, having another sip of your latte before resting it on a bookshelf.

Winding your arms around his shoulders, you draw him close, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You're addicted to how his hands squeeze your waist before sliding his arms along your back. His nose brushes against your cheek,

“What time are you done tonight?”

Drawing in a breath, you think about your schedule, “Late. I close.”

He nods, his thumbs tracing circles along your spine. “How do you feel about going to a party at Giles’s?”

Honestly? You’re tired just thinking about it but…a few hours spent at a party won’t be so terrible. You usually have a fun time dancing and grabbing shots with your friends anyways. So you nod, giving him a soft smile.

“Don’t worry about picking me up, it’ll be back-tracking for you.”

“I don’t mind,” He replies and your heart flutters against your ribs, because you love that about him.

“I know,” You cup his cheek, “No worries—I’ll drive, meet you there.”

Nick doesn’t seem overly pleased with that response but he does nod, squeezing your waist again as he takes a look at the books that are lining the romance section. He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, his head tipping down to whisper in your ear,

“Any of these books have a scene that takes place in bookstore stacks?”

A laugh slips out of your chest, your eyes bright with amusement. “I have no idea. Why? Did you want to write one?”

He grins, glancing around you before encouraging your leg to hike up against his hips, kissing you deep enough to take your breath away.

You keep him close as long as you’re able.

—

You close the bookstore a little later than you expected, some last minute customers milling around and taking forever to make a selection. You don’t bother going home first to change into anything else to head to Giles’s house—it’s not like there’s a dress code for these parties anyways. Parking your car, you slide off the cardigan that you paired with the denim dress you have on, a pair of booties that have a few scuffs on them but…they’re your favorite pair and you haven’t been able to toss them just yet.

Pushing the front door open, the party is in full swing. Lots of people moving about the space, music playing, a gentle thumping from a popular song you think you recognize. There’s drinks being handed out and laughter and the sound of a pool table one room over from where you’ve wandered in. You reach for your phone in your pocket to text Nick but try to spot him on your own by scanning as you walk. You’re not sure if Jenna or Lion are here tonight too but one can safely assume they’re nearby.

You pause in the living room, chewing on your lower lip, not seeing Nick but you haven’t checked the kitchen yet or outside so—

“Thought I smelled stale coffee and musty books.”

A long sigh leaves your lips as you turn a little to see Anna with her two friends, dolled up as if they’re attending a members-only party at some fancy, upscale club. Beautiful, of course, but you’ve realized with Anna that her beauty is only skin deep. For whatever reason? She’s not a very nice person. You’ve attempted to be sociable with her one hundred times over before just giving up.

Some people will never warm up for you and that’s just how it is. And that’s fine, you don’t need her to be a friend. Though you’re unsure why the nasty comments still need to come out of her mouth. She’s said that book comment to be heard—her gaze is amused, yet predatory, when you lock your eyes on hers.

Right. “Have you seen my boyfriend?” You ask over the music, hitting her where you know it hurts.

It’s quite obvious that Nick has been someone that’s slipped right through her fingers, someone’s she’s been unable to have. You’re well aware of their sexual history, but that doesn’t bother you, it’s not what you’re referring to. It must fucking hurt that Nick has never seen her as anything but that—a way to waste time. Maybe as a friend, but never something more. And that you wield like a weapon. If she wants to be nasty, then there’s no reason for you to pretend to be cordial.

“You know, Nick?” You ask, raising your eyebrows, “I know he’s around here somewhere.”

Anna’s scowl is prominent as she bites the inside of her cheek. Blow landed. “Think I saw him by the pool.” She replies, dismissing you.

Rolling your eyes, you turn to head outside. Once around the pool, you keep a sharp eye for a head of curls. It’s a little colder than you expected, almost wishing you would have kept your sweater on. The drastic comparison of temperatures outside versus a house full of people is a weird balance to keep this time of year, which is why you appreciate layers.

You hear a familiar laugh over your right shoulder that is definitely Jenna and turn to go towards her when someone suddenly runs into your side.

You manage to hear a telltale oops wrapped in laughter before banking right into the pool.

Water slams into you so hard that it nearly takes your breath away, but luckily you don’t gasp as you disappear under the surface. You know how to swim, so getting to the top isn’t much of a problem once you get your bearings. It’s the fact that you were caught off guard, now soaking wet, surrounded by people laughing that you ended up in the pool with all your clothes on.

None of that bothers you as much as seeing Anna giggling so hard near her friends that she’s nearly bent at the waist. You know this might have everything to do with Nick but…it’s deeper than that too. While you and Anna might be different when it comes to a lot of things, you know this also has to do with the fact that Nick ended up with someone like you. Someone who’s not automatically included in his world. You’ve seen the scowls, her looking you up and down, calculating, assessing. That seems to piss her off more than anything else because she views you as beneath her.

Pulling yourself up the ladder, Jenna rushes over, her hand on your back. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” You say quickly, even though you’re shaking. You think that has more to do with the adrenaline than the fact that you’re cold.

She winces, “C’mon, let’s get you a towel or something.”

Her glare towards Anna could split ice and honestly, you appreciate the solidarity even though it does nothing to dull the sparkle in the blonde’s eyes. You hate that you avoid her gaze while walking past her, you hate that this upsets you as much as it does. Hate giving her that satisfaction.

Jenna guides you towards the bathroom, grabbing a towel to wrap around your shoulders as you sit on the closed toilet seat. “I’m gonna find Nick.”

You swallow over a briar patch of emotions clogged in your throat. Part of you wants to tell her not to, even though you’re not sure why. Like you could sneak out of this party and pretend none of this ever happened. Wringing your hair out, you tug the towel a little closer around your shoulders as she leaves, wrinkling your nose at how your tights are sticking to you, the heaviness of the denim dress. You won’t be able to get out of these wet clothes until you get home.

The door opens a few minutes later and you don’t need to look up to know who it is. You’d know his body anywhere, the heat of him, the smell of his laundry detergent and expensive cologne. The door closes behind him and he crouches in front of you, warm hands on your knees. You don’t want to meet his gaze, afraid of how you’ll feel if you do.

When he speaks, his voice is barely contained anger. “What happened?” You thought for sure that Jenna might tell him but apparently not.

You shake your head, sniffling, the tip of your nose cold. Nick reaches forward and gently grasps your chin, tilting your head up so you’re looking at him. His eyes are sharp, cold, a muscle feathering in his jaw. His expression has a breath stuttering in your chest and you bite down on the inside of your lower lip so you don’t start crying.

He notices right away, trying to soften the edges of his body, his thumb brushing your jawline. “Are you okay?” He asks instead, tone a shade gentler than before.

You swallow, nodding even though your lower lip wobbles. “I’m okay.” You reply, more to yourself than responding to his question.

Nick lets out a slow breath out of his nose, shifting to move just enough so he can wrap his arms around you. It doesn’t seem to matter to him that you’re wet and he’s probably wearing something expensive that shouldn’t even be washed the normal way. You hate that’s what you’re thinking about and push all of those thoughts aside the moment your nose and lips press into his shoulder.

A few tears leak down your cheeks, your eyes closing, and he holds you until the majority of the shaking stops. When he pulls back, he presses a long kiss to your forehead, using the sleeve of his sweater to wipe your face even though there’s probably tissues or washcloths in the bathroom he can use.

Nick stands from the floor, offering his hand, “C’mon.” You stand, letting the towel slip off your shoulders and despite the fact you start to tell him that you’ve got a cardigan in the car, he slips off his own and drapes it over your shoulders.

His hand snakes down to hold your own, fingers lacing together as he begins to guide you out of the bathroom. He then switches positions, placing you in front of him, directing you towards the way you came in. His touch is warm and comforting on your arms, rubbing up and down in a slow motion to create a bit of friction.

It’s not until you pass the living room that he pauses and you look back over your shoulder at him, noticing his gaze has fallen on Anna and her small friend group. He swallows, looking back at you, and something in your eyes must confirm his suspicions because the muscle in his jaw flexes again when he bites down.

“Don’t,” You tell him gently, squeezing his wrist, “It doesn’t matter.”

There’s something predatory in Nick’s eyes when he looks at you. “It matters to me.”

You can’t stop him from moving from your side, striding into the living room and making a b-line for Anna. You’re not sure what he says to her, but you can track the movement of Nick’s lips, the way he leans down to speak, the way the color disappears from Anna’s face. She tries to recover by fixing the line in her shoulders, the way she swallows and forces a smile, but the frigid look Nick is giving her doesn’t make it altogether possible.

He’s waiting for her to say something and he doesn’t turn back towards you until she nods, voicing a single word, okay.

The shiver that slides down your spine this time has nothing to do with being cold as Nick’s arm wraps around your waist to motion you outside.

—

It takes a little prompting for Nick to put you in his car. You don’t want to leave yours at Giles’s, but your boyfriend promises that Zach will drive it back home for you. You get the sense that he just…wants to take care of you and how can you deny him of that? Especially when you feel like you need it.

So you hand your car keys over to Zach and allow Nick to take you back to his place. When you head towards his bedroom, he encourages you to step into his bathroom and you lean against the marble counter to toe off your boots. Your nose crinkles at the squishing noises and you wonder if you’re going to be able to dry them thoroughly enough, hoping they’re not ruined.

“Shower or bath?” Nick asks, pausing in front of you.

He gently tugs the sweater you were wearing off and you want to tell him that he doesn’t have to go through all this trouble but the words die on your tongue at the look on his face. Something warm and protective—maybe he needs this just as much as you do.

“Aren’t I wet enough?” You ask, voice soft but gently amused.

He smirks, tossing the sweater towards a hamper. “You’re also cold.”

You suppose you can’t refute that, goosebumps rising on your arms, but, “You don’t have to fuss. I just need a towel and some dry clothes.”

Nick brings his hands up, gently cupping both sides of your face. “Let me take care of you.”

You swallow over a lump in your throat before nodding softly. Okay. Letting out a slow breath, you motion towards the bath and Nick hums, brushing a kiss over your cheek before pulling away to start filling it up. He tests the heat of the water a few times, tossing in a bath bomb that fizzles like a galaxy—purples and blues and silvers. Something he obviously bought just for you. A small smile tugs the corners of your mouth as you begin to undress, unzipping the heavy, stiff denim and sliding it off.

Nick helps you with the rest, peeling off your tights and underwear, unhooking your bra with deft fingers and holding onto your hand as you step into the tub. You let out a soft sigh of pleasure as the heated water kisses your damp, cold skin and…okay, maybe he was right. You needed this.

Drawing your legs up to your chest, you close your eyes for a moment as Nick pulls a stool over and sits towards your right, nearly behind your shoulder and turns the knob off. He grabs a washcloth, squeezing body wash onto it and dipping it into the water. He presses a kiss to the back of your head and you find yourself leaning into him, his hands on your body as he drags the washcloth along your skin.

Quiet fills up the space, the sound of water dripping and shared breathing all that occupies it.

Then, “What did you say to Anna?” You ask after a moment, unsure you want to know but can’t stop thinking about those looks on her face. The satisfied smile when you got out of the pool, the stilted unease when Nick spoke to her.

Nick doesn’t respond right away, just keeps washing you before he sets the washcloth aside on one of the edges of the tub, “I told her to keep her hands to herself.” You have a feeling there’s a lot more that he’s not saying, an unspoken threat hovering in the air, creating static electricity. You’re grateful either way.

You tip your chin back, your nose brushing the underside of his jaw. “Kiss me.”

A ghost of a smile is on his lips before he complies, nipping at your lower lip. He kisses you slow, steady, building heat as his tongue teases your own. A soft moan builds in your chest, emptying from your throat, and Nick’s one hand slides from your shoulder and down your sternum. He cups your breast, thumb teasing your nipple before slipping lower. Your breathing turns a little heavy as you can feel his fingers glide past your stomach, your legs opening and resting against the sides of the tub.

You’re stuck between wanting to turn your body a little to get a better angle at kissing him or inching your hips up so that his hand lands where you want. His fingers brush against your cunt and a strangled noise empties from between your teeth.

“Don’t tease.”

Nick smiles against your mouth, “Not tonight,” He promises, “I got you.”

No sooner do those words leave his mouth, his fingers are splaying your lips apart, reaching for your clit. While lubrication is difficult with the water, he doesn’t seem to need it, and neither do you. Your head tips back at the pressure he gives, the way he knows you so well and what you need. He builds that heat seeping into the core of you, sliding one finger inside, then another. Your eyes squeeze shut, head tipping back to nearly rest on his shoulder.

You concentrate on the feel of him, on the way his thumb brushes over your clit, the way water spills a bit over the sides of the tub when your hips jerk.

“That’s it,” He whispers along the shell of your ear, “Close, aren’t you?”

Fuck.

You moan his name and a grunt from him vibrates in his chest. He quickens his movements, paying special close attention to that bundle of nerves that’s throbbing at the center of you. And when he feels that you’re about to cum, he turns your head with his other hand so that he can kiss you.

Stars seem to explode behind your eyes as you fall apart, whimpering into his mouth. You rest your forehead against him as he slowly pulls his hand back, scattered kisses placed on your mouth, your cheeks, your nose. The entire room feels like it’s spinning, heat splotching across your skin as you open your eyes to look at him.

He offers you a small smile, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.

You glance down outside the tub and wince a little at the water spilled, well, sort of everywhere, definitely on him and his pants. “Sorry,” You whisper, yet you don’t sound sorry at all.

Nick purses his lips, glancing down at his jeans before he stands, unbuttoning them. “Think this just means that I have to join you now.”

And you laugh, scooching forward in the tub to make room for him. Definitely not going to complain about that.

—

Money isn’t a big deal to Nick because he’s always had it, because he makes his own just like you do with your bookstore job. But it’s not just about him throwing out cash because he can, it’s the reasoning behind it all that really makes the difference. One of his love languages, along with physical touch, is obviously giving gifts. He likes making you feel good by doing that—flowers on good days to make you smile, lattes on days he knows you might need a good cry, sometimes a new book or tote bag or cardigan, just because. And admittedly? You like feeling a bit spoiled sometimes when your previous relationships rarely made you feel wanted.

Nick makes you feel like that.

—

Sometimes spoiling looks like spending time with Nick at his place and not being able to decide between a few things on a menu. You’re sitting cross-legged in the center of his bed, chewing your lower lip in thought, scrolling through the options on his phone. Eventually he plucks it from your fingers, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I got it, I order from this place all the time. Let me pick for you.”

And honestly that sounds good because you’re stuck on what mood you’re in tonight and that’s just going to prolong food getting to his place.

Except when the doorbell rings about an hour later, six large paper bags filled to the brim are brought upstairs and set on his floor, a pleased look on Nick’s face as he slides his phone into his back pocket. You sort of blink at him, glancing at all the containers as he begins to pull them out and set them on napkins on his bed.

“You didn’t…” You trail off, “You didn’t order the entire menu, did you?”

He shrugs his one shoulder, “Now we can figure out what you like.” Like it’s really that simple.

A laugh startles out of you, excitement fizzling in your chest at trying absolutely everything and at the thoughtfulness behind his decision. You reach for him, tugging on his shirt to pull him closer so you can kiss him.

He grins against your mouth, cupping your cheek and deepening it once he presses you back to lay down on the bed, careful of the containers.

There are several attempts to stop before the food gets cold.

—

Other times spoiling is a double-edged sword.

Your phone was ruined from the push in the pool. You do the calculations in order to figure out what it’ll take to get another one because you’re not about to ask your parents for it when you make your own income. But…still doesn’t change that it’s expensive. You’re not even interested in some sort of upgrade but maybe your old one can be fixed somehow? Or you can get the same model you had before.

Then Nick, with no word he was going to do this, buys you a new phone.

Not just any phone either, the newest iPhone. He places the small, white box on your desk when he shows up to watch a movie with you like it didn’t cost him over a thousand dollars to do so (which, it probably did). You blink up at him, mouth opening a little like a goldfish, unsure what to say.

You know that he feels slightly responsible about what happened to you, even though he shouldn’t, that protective side that he has flaring up regardless that what Anna did is in no way his fault. But…this? A brand new phone?

“I can’t afford that.” Because obviously you need to pay him back, one way or another.

Nick’s eyebrows draw together in a soft crinkle, amusement on his lips, because nothing about this relationship is transactional. “Don’t worry about it.”

But how can you not?

—

Your last relationship nickel and dimed everything that you did together—always splitting the bill, always reminding you to Venmo the difference or to pay back for something that he might have picked up for you.

Nothing was thoughtful, rarely anything was a gift. Everything felt like an arrangement, like he was asking for more than you could give. And yet all your love, you offered freely—

and for what?

—

You’ve been on plenty of dates with Nick at this point, and yet, this is the first time he’s taking you somewhere fancier. This shouldn’t matter, you know this…but your nerves still skitter under your skin like bugs. In no surprise whatsoever that Nick is a thoughtful boyfriend. He picks you up from work without you having to ask, he brings you lattes (even though there’s a cafe connected to the bookstore) or lunch sometimes just because, just to see you, and he’s obviously never shy with money. He splurges in a way that makes sense, that somehow is not overdoing it…even though you sometimes struggle to make sense of it—like the whole phone thing. Eventually you leaned into accepting his thoughtful gesture, but it definitely took a little encouragement.

Yet the concept of going somewhere that you can’t even access as a walk-in, a dinner experience that’s by invitation and by word of mouth only, you feel utterly weighed down by expectations. It feels like hands yanking you down over the massive waves of your emotions, of just…wanting to be good enough.

And you have no idea what that looks like.

—

You stare at yourself in the mirror, running your hands down the borrowed Dior dress from Jenna. It’s blue and hugs your body perfectly, something you’ve paired with gold heels and…you think you look presentable? Something fit for where Nick is taking you. Grabbing your purse, you make your way downstairs, just in time to hear the rumbled engine of a familiar McLaren pull up outside your place. A small smile tugs the corners of your lips as you open the door, Nick coming up the steps in a pair of black slacks and a short-sleeved sweater that has a collar.

He looks unbearably handsome as he gives you a soft smile, his eyes sliding down your form like an intimate caress…but you notice he pauses on the dress. His eyebrows draw together in gentle confusion, his one hand sticking in his pocket.

You swallow over an emotion stuck in your throat, glancing down at yourself and wondering… “Is this…do I…” You can’t even get the words out.

Nick quickly shakes his head, his hand reaching for yours and giving it a squeeze, “No, you look beautiful.” And the honesty in his voice calms you a little. But there’s still something in his eyes, something he’s not saying.

“If it’s that bad, I can change,” You laugh softly, though a prickle of self-consciousness stings the bridge of your nose.

“It’s not that.” He replies, stepping inside and closing the door. He squeezes your hand again, lacing your fingers as he begins to make his way towards the stairs with you in tow. “Just trust me.”

Of course you do, so you allow him to tug you upstairs to your bedroom. Your room has been one of your bright spots in moving. You miss Colorado, the mountain ranges, so you painted some on one of the walls. You definitely don’t do the sloping peaks justice but…it makes it feel like home. You’ve got several bookcases filled to the brim with your favorites and a book-nook windowsill opposite of your bed. While you don’t have a walk-in closet, it’s a little larger to accommodate two people standing in there without it feeling cramped…which is exactly the b-line Nick makes.

He tugs open the door, looking for something and then pulls out a velvet blue dress. It’s long sleeved and form fitting, ending right at your thighs, a dipping V at the chest. It’s got stars printed on it. You look at it for a long moment, curling your hair around your ear. It nearly matches the blue sweater Nick is wearing.

“I don’t understand.” You say after a moment.

Nick chews on his lower lip, holding the dress over his forearm as he steps closer to you. His hands run down your arms, squeezing your wrists. He’s not that much taller but sometimes it feels like he towers over you, his head dipping so that his nose brushes yours in a soft bunny kiss.

“You look beautiful,” He mentions again softly, “But you didn’t need to borrow a dress to wear for tonight.”

You feel your cheeks flush as you glance down at the dress on his arm, “I got that dress at a thrift store.” You mutter, almost like you don’t want to admit it.

He watches you carefully for a moment, seeming to sense your distress over the fact that he’s holding a ten dollar dress compared to the thousands of dollars that’s curving around your body. He pulls back just a fraction, lifting his hand to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb along the bone before he puts the thrift dress over his shoulder.

“Can I unzip you?”

A short breath leaves your lips. You know you could tell him no and that he’d let it go. He’d put your dress back where he got it and you’d head out to your dinner reservation that you’re probably running close to being late for. But there’s something in the warmth of his gaze, the way his fingers are lingering on your cheek, thumb stroking back and forth.

There’s something extremely intimate and important about the way he wants you to wear something you already own, something that you didn’t need to borrow, that costs significantly less than the Dior. Because all of that matters to him.

And it makes it matter to you too. So you nod softly.

He lets out a slow breath through his nose, gently lifting your arm. Nick grabs onto the delicate zipper on the side and tugs down, the heat from his body pressing into your own as the dress is removed. You hold onto his shoulder to step out of it and he briefly steps away to put it on a hanger before moving back over to you.

He unzips the dress that he was holding and then crouches, your heartbeat picking up in your ears as you look down at him. Nick smiles a little up at you, tapping your one leg.

“Step in,” He directs and again you hold onto his shoulder to keep your balance.

He slides the dress up your body, pressing a kiss in random places he can reach—your thigh, your stomach, your ribcage, right under your shoulder. He holds the sleeves so you can slip your arms in and then smooths the fabric after zipping it back up.

He takes a step away, as if looking at handiwork he put together and you suppose he sort of has. The gold heels you were wearing still match the stars that are scattered amongst the velvet fabric and he picks your hand up to do a playful twirl that manages to make you smile.

“There we go,” He whispers, as if it was always his intention to bring that look to your face.

Nick tugs you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. He tips your chin with his fingers, brushing a kiss over your cheek, making sure you’re listening before he says, “This is my favorite dress.”

You can’t help but grin, your hand resting on his chest, right over his heart. “No it’s not.”

“It is.” He nips at your lower lip.

And whether that’s true or not, you lean up and kiss him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The way his mouth moves against your own, you almost believe him. Almost.

—

You always thought the phrase that ‘money can’t buy happiness’ was silly.

It’s obviously written by someone who doesn’t have any.

—

Nick flies you to Colorado for your birthday.

It’s a quick trip but it means everything to you. You take him to mountain ranges and show him the vastness of how beautiful things are here. The sky is colored blues and purples, the mountains look unreal (even when you’re smack up against them) and taking pictures doesn’t do anything justice.

You’re rambling about your favorite peak to travel to as you drive up the winding hills and forests to get there—Loveland Pass has an elevation of 11,900 feet but that’s not why you love it.

“It’s a continental divide,” You tell him with a grin, parking your car.

It’s taken a little longer than you’d like to get used to the change in elevation, from London to here, but you wouldn’t trade the dizziness for a thing. It feels like home here. Getting out of the car, you hold onto Nick’s hand as you cross the street, pausing at the sign that overlooks a large dip in the earth—beyond that stretches land, mountain peaks, caverns and earth.

You feel small here, but in the very best way that it is to be insignificant in front of unexplainable vastness and beauty.

“The mountain pass here is located in the Rocky Mountains and it straddles the ridge that separates the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. It’s like you’re in two places at once." You have no idea why you’re geeking out telling him that, but you are.

When you tear your gaze away from the range, you take a look at Nick. The cold air has kissed his cheeks a bit, wind blowing through his pretty golden hued curls, but his eyes—his eyes are you.

You smile, “What?”

He shakes his head, a soft smile back, “Nothing.”

“It’s beautiful, right?”

Nick’s eyes are still on you when he nods, a soft hum in agreement sounding in the air between you both. Leaning forward, you reach for his hand, resting your chin on his shoulder. He brushes his lips over your forehead and you close your eyes when he places a kiss there.

—

You don’t often get Nick gifts unless it’s some sort of occasion, because what do you buy the guy who can have anything he wants? But you’re pretty proud of this one. It’s something small but meaningful and you’re practically bursting at the seams in giving it to him.

“Did the so-called ‘enemies’ finally kiss in your book?” He teases when he picks up on your excitement, turning the stove off on food that he’s cooking for the both of you.

A laugh startles out of your chest because…fair. The last time you read something that you were really thrilled about, you gave him the entire breakdown of it. You’re sure it’s the last thing he wanted to listen to, and yet, he did—with a soft smile on his face as you yammered.

“No, but…I’m sure I’ll have more on that front soon enough. I have something for you.”

Nick raises his eyebrows, giving you his full attention even though dinner is ready. He wipes his hands on a small towel that’s slung over his shoulder. You produce a small, blue velvet box, handing it over to him.

He runs his thumb over the edge of it, his gaze flickering up, “You know you never need to get me anything.”

And while that sentiment means a lot, given how much he gives you and never asks for anything in return, you take a step towards him and wrap your hands around his own. “I know, open it.”

He sighs softly by air leaving his nose but lifts the lid, revealing a small, circular charm. It’s not even as big as a penny but has a detailed mountain range on it and something so fucking cheesy is about to come out of your mouth but,

“Those mountain ranges I showed you were breathtaking but…so has been being with you.”

Nick laughs softly but you can tell he’s touched, running his thumb over the small charm that he can easily wear on the silver chain he has on all the time. If he wants.

“I know it’s small, but—”

“No,” He interrupts, taking it out of the box. He undoes the chain around his neck, sliding it on and clasping it again with a small smile. His hand rests over it, his gaze warm and something deeper that you’re not sure you have the name for. “It’s perfect. I love it.” He reaches for you, his one hand cupping your cheek while his other arm slides around your waist.

“Thank you.”

You smile up at him and nod as he leans down to kiss you, keeping you close.

Dinner is postponed just a little longer.

—

You lost out on some shifts at the bookstore and it's making you feel antsy. It doesn't have anything to do with you, there's a few new people being trained and they need the hours to do that along with letting them get their sea legs. But…working at the bookstore makes you feel grounded, like there's a balance to what you can contribute to different aspects of your life. Whether it's food or a splurge or even just hanging out with your friends and Nick.

So when the discussion of Jenna's birthday comes up and a trip is planned to Ibiza, you're just not sure you can swing it. Not only do you need a plane ticket but you need to offer an equal share to an Airbnb. Then there’s anything else that goes along with a trip—food, alcohol, transportation.

You haven’t said anything about not being able to go but the time to mention it is coming up fast. Jenna needs to know how many people will be coming. It’s obviously going to involve Nick, Lion, maybe Giles and Zach, but also a few of her close family members, like her sister and cousins. It’s something that’s extremely uncomfortable for you to talk about, while everyone in that small group can easily afford their own way.

So you haven’t found the time or words to really talk to her yet.

Sitting on a stool in front of a bookshelf you’re rearranging, you can feel Nick before you see him. A soft smile tugs the corners of your mouth as he wraps an arm around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he hands over a matcha latte.

“Thank you.” You tilt your chin up to look at him and he steals a kiss.

“Hard at work?” He asks.

You hum, turning on the stool to face him. “Yeah, but a break is definitely needed. I’m starting to go cross-eyed from reading all these titles.”

Nick leans his shoulder against another bookshelf, having a sip of whatever latte he got himself. A small smile tugs its way on your face as you see the chain with the mountain range charm resting against the black t-shirt he’s wearing underneath his leather jacket. He rarely takes it off.

“Have you talked to your boss about Jenna’s trip?” He asks and there’s no pressure to his question, just simply an ask because it’s something you’ll need to do if you’re going.

But something bristles underneath your skin, mostly because you haven’t spoken to Jenna about your concerns, let alone your boss. Concerns that only you seem to have, which is frustrating within itself. Glancing down at your latte, you draw in a breath, almost holding it in until your eyes swim with black dots.

“I don’t think I’m going, I just…I can’t afford it right now.”

Nick’s quiet for a moment, his eyebrows drawing together. You know what he’s about to say before it comes out of his mouth, “I can pay for you, Y/N.”

It’s not said in a condescending way, but something digs under your skin, something that makes you feel slightly nauseous. “Nick, don’t.” You stand from your stool, setting your latte down and picking up a stack of books to put on the seat.

You’re not…exactly ignoring him but just trying to push away this conversation. There’s a few moments that pass and when you glance at him again, you can tell he’s chewing on words underneath his tongue, like he’s not quite sure how to broach this topic. A topic you’re clearly sensitive about.

“It’s not a big deal.”

That’s the wrong thing to say, “Not to you,” You reply, voice a little sharper than you intend. “It makes me feel like I’m some sort of charity case.”

Nick bristles at that, the hand that was reaching out to touch you dropping between your bodies. And fuck, that’s…that’s not how you wanted to talk about how you were feeling. It has nothing to do with the fact that sometimes Nick buys things for you, that’s never been a problem. It’s…it’s your frustration with your job, that you never got that raise after you brought it up to your manager, that you wanted to buy Jenna a gift and haven’t even done that, and now there’s an entire trip to worry about.

“I have never once treated you like that.”

You close your eyes. Shit. You swallow a lump in your throat because fuck, you know that's true. These fears are your own, they have nothing to do with him—that you're somehow not enough because of the difference in wealth. The last thing you want to do is have an argument about this.

Rubbing the side of your face, you let out a soft sigh, “I know. I’m sorry, that’s…that’s not what I meant.”

Nick straightens his shoulders, glancing away from you for a moment. You’re not sure if your apology has landed but there’s something frustrated in the browns of his eyes, the way his jaw clenches, like he doesn't want to say what’s about to come out of his mouth.

“You’re so concerned that money is somehow going to push us apart but the only person doing that is you.”

A sharp breath leaves your lips, your head reeling back a little as if his words have hit you. You can tell that was the intention, to hurt you, and while there’s a flash of regret in Nick’s gaze…he stands his ground.

“I’ll let you get back to work.” He mumbles, turning to leave the aisle.

You swallow over something ugly in your throat, tears stinging your eyes at the absence of him, the hammering of your heart in your chest, how it echoes against your eardrums. You turn quickly, staring at the titles of the novels on the stool but nothing registers, all the words blending together as you sniffle. Running your hands over your eyes, you shake your head—you want to be angry with what he’s said, how he wielded those words like a weapon, but…you can’t.

He’s right.

—

The only person that's been in your way is you. You’ve been trying to define what it means to be wealthy for a while now—by looking at your parents, at your past relationships, your job here in London, trying to figure out how you fit in a new world that’s never been quite open to you.

But wealth doesn’t always have to mean money, or assets, riches, or a negotiation in which someone takes without giving back.

It can mean something completely different. Something you haven’t experienced before. Something that's plentiful, comfortable, fortunate, and thriving. That the people you choose to surround yourself with can make you feel wealthy.

People like Nick.

—

Leaving your shift from the bookstore, you have all intentions of going home, but you drive directly to Nick’s place. You’re not sure what you’re going to say to him exactly, but you know you can’t leave things how they are. Parking your car, Martin opens the door for you and lets you know that Nick’s upstairs. Drawing a breath into your lungs, you toe your shoes off before making your way upstairs and knock on his bedroom door, which is partly open.

He looks up from a book he’s reading in bed, eyes giving you a onceover before he sits up a little.

“Can I…” You motion into his bedroom. When he nods and closes his book to set on the nightstand, you come inside, closing the door behind you.

You feel a little dizzy and you try to stop yourself from wringing your hands together when he pulls himself to sit on the edge of the bed. His gaze watches you carefully, resting his own hands on his knees, waiting for you to speak first. Which…totally makes sense, given that you’ve shown up at his house.

Maybe it’s best to just dive right in.

“You’re right,” You try to figure out how best to explain this, “I…I think about the money thing a lot. I’m not used to having someone that’s so willing to pay for me without asking for anything in return.”

Nick swallows, his hands flexing on his knees, but he doesn't say anything, not yet—just listens to you.

“My past relationship was…sort of transactional. When he would spend money on me, it was like he was keeping a running tab. And I know it’s not the same, I know that you would never…” You bite down on the inside of your cheek, “I just worry about being…”

You trail off when Nick stands and walks over to you, almost holding your breath because you’d…you’d understand if he was still upset enough to ask you to leave. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he brings one of his hands up to trace your jaw with his thumb, your eyes tilting up to meet his. There’s so much warmth in the browns of his eyes that it nearly takes you out at the knees, has you hoping that things will be okay. That he’ll forgive you. That you can try again.

“Listen to me,” Nick says after a moment, waiting until he’s sure he has your attention. “You’re enough, okay?” You swallow over a lump in your throat because it’s like he reads that word printed right on your skin, that concern, that worry, that fear that was planted like a weed to grow inside of your chest by a guy who didn’t deserve you.

“You’re always going to be enough.”

Warmth explodes in your chest at the sentiment, something you didn’t realize you needed so badly to hear until it was leaving his lips. You smile up at him, pressing yourself up on your toes to kiss him. It’s soft but intimate, like all your unspoken words are there within your mouth touching his.

He rests his forehead along yours, his one hand slipping down to rest against your neck.

“So let me buy you that ticket for Jenna’s birthday. And the ice cream you’re going to ultimately want tonight.” A soft laugh leaves your lips, “And anything else I damn well please, okay?”

You nod, drawing his chin down for another kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him close.

—

Leaning against a bar in Ibiza, the party being thrown for Jenna at this club rolls into the early hours. It’s nearing one AM, at least…you think it is. That’s the last time you looked at your phone. You managed to space out drinks relatively well, so you’re feeling the buzz but not completely drunk.

“Bartender been around this way yet?” You ask a girl beside you in a pretty pink dress with sequins. Her lipstick matches perfectly, a bubblegum shade.

“No,” She replies with a smile, “He’s been stuck at the other end of the bar for a while, so maybe soon?”

Humming softly, you tug out some cash from your purse, waiting patiently. Nick slides up behind you, his one arm around your waist as his other hand covers the one holding money. He gently tugs your hand back, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I got it.” He says over the music, motioning that your cash should go back in your purse.

You smile up at him, nodding and he moves to stand beside you, arm still loose around your waist as he gives his attention towards where the bartender is. The girl that’s beside you makes a small noise and when you turn to look at her, she’s practically swooning on her feet. Over Nick.

“That’s so sweet. My boyfriend never pays for my drinks when we’re out.” She’s smiling but you can read that look a mile away. It’s the same one you used to make.

“Dump him.”

It’s sudden and firm but you mean it, the girl’s eyes widening just slightly. Like maybe she misheard you. But you nod in confirmation, gently patting her wrist. She gives you a small smile in return and maybe…maybe she’s not ready to follow through on that advice. But you’re not going to regret giving it to her. You wish someone would have done the same for you.

When you turn back to Nick ordering your drinks, handing over his card, you lean in and plant a kiss to his jawline. He tilts his head in your direction, a soft smile on his lips, his eyes zeroing in on yours before his arm pulls you closer, stealing a longer kiss.

And just like that, all that love you gave so freely to someone who never deserved it, being with Nick feels like it all comes rushing back to you.

If that’s not wealth, you’re not sure what is.

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Since Magus cannot penetrate us due to his big schlong, I could only imagine what could happen if we peg him through his slit. Have Glauk come in and join the fun by either fucking the Reader as they fuck Magus, or have him join us and double penetrate Magus. Or, just beg, BEG Krulu for a chance to make it so that we can be fucked by the both of them. Just, pleasE. I wanna make Magus tremble and keen, and Glauk must help in this endeavor. And then he will be next!

I hate that I'm so thirsty for these fuckers with my fear of the ocean and water. Like, sure, I'll be your human pet yall, thanks for not eating me for your seafood dinner, and yall are amazingly hot.

But if I stare down at the abyss that Magus resides in, I'm just gonna turn into a human plank and freeze.

[Great ideas honestly! :7 Fem reader.]

TW: Slit-fucking

Being sentenced to this task is what you most dreaded through your involuntary stay here.

Sure, the fact that these two mermonsters took a liking to you is more or less what saved your life- But it comes with its own set of consequences, such as being confined in the aquarium floor when one of said monsters is going through a rut.

You've seen Glauk in a rut. The usually friendly sea mutt all but doubles in size, more vibrantly colored mass bulging outward, fins flaring aggressively and jaws snapping as he races after you -Determined to breed you, a heavy cock swinging between his legs.

Those had been a series of hard days, always trapped or being chased by the stressed mermonster, while Magus typically remained in his own lane.

Although this "fend for yourself" attitude seemed overly cruel coming from the bigfin mermonster, you later understood Magus was merely watching from the depths, emerging when he thought that Glauk was at serious risk of harming you. The sea mutt would snarl and attempt to rip into his own friend's hide with wild frustration, but Magus would only restrict him further, letting you recover for as long as needed.

At some point, you remember Magus decided you were too bruised to continue being fucked by the other merman, so he merely held Glauk to the ground with his tendrils, and encouraged you to stimulate him at your own pace. It had been more arousing than you ever expected, and although the giant mermonster merely watched the two of you moan and howl in lurid wet slaps of hips meeting- You could see it.

In the water around his midsection.

A glowing, pallid thing shining there, curling and unfurling, a surprising length that you didn't want to believe was his actual cock.

But what else could it possibly be?

The tables have now turned.

It seems this time Magus is the one in heat, and Glauk -In his standard size and attitude- Is trying to walk you through it.

Unlike Glauk, Magus tends to be a lot more secluded during this time. He's not prowling around like a drooling animal. Instead, you can't even catch a glimpse of him, as according to Glauk's frantic gesticulation, Magus has been restlessly swimming in the very lowest of sections the aquarium has to offer.

He makes a gesture that seems to indicate the brightness of his own frills doesn't afford him any real sight that far down. You picture him in a darkness so thick it swallows everything, somewhere only a mega predator the likes of Magus could comfortably reside in.

And that's terrifying. You don't want to go that far into the depths. Ever.

What if the pressure is such that it just crushes you? Does it go that far down? Does this law-defying establishment even have the ability to achieve that?!

" N- No no- Glauk, I can't. "

You try to explain to the smaller monster, who is dragging you into the aquarium with a pudgy hand.

The Clergy is a ruthless, merciless place, but when you're lucky enough to become useful, it affords you some liberties. You'll never forget the day a carved black hand emerged from the floor to grab your neck with a sizzling pain that lasted only an agonized second before you blissfully passed out. That strange woman explained later, that you'd been "generously awarded by her Lord", now featuring a means of respiration underwater for prolonged periods of time.

You don't see gills anywhere on your body, and you've never really tested it out, but an instinctive part of you believes you would drown trying to reach Magus' level regardless.

Your heels dig uselessly into the wet deck flooring, achieving nothing except making you wobble.

" No Glauk- NO! "

Startled, the mermonster relents, blinking wide. You had never used that tone with him before.

The confusion is evident in his face, but so is your terror, sucking the life out of your complexion as if you were gazing upon death itself.

Glauk stares down at the proper slope into the aquarium, then back at you. He doesn't need to utter a noise for you to guess the conflicted way he's feeling.

A part of him wishes to calm a very agitated friend, the other wants you to feel comfortable.

Just as you settle down the panic clogging your throat, sitting on the low-tide floor in nothing but your swimsuit, the mermonster stomps a foot.

A brow raises.

Then he claps, clasping his hands together in a gesture he no doubt picked up from the clients here, nodding to himself.

There's no doubt Glauk cooked something up, and you're mildly hesitant to find out what that might be.

It's silly watching the monster spring into action, frills and filaments flopping as he quickly reaches the "pool bar".

It's locked. It generally is, when neither the slime nor Agner are working there. The thing is sturdy, fashioned to look mostly like wood but definitely being made of something much tougher. Beneath the counter ate cabinets with locks you couldn't hope to crack, and that neither mermonster can dislodge- You've watched them try. And honestly, you were rooting for them, because you could really use some alcohol...

While you presumed Glauk was maybe attempting to get you some liquid courage, the merman is instead intent on climbing the wide counter, looking at the glass rack bolted to the makeshift bar ceiling.

True to the somewhat over the top ornaments this place sometimes exhibits, the glasses in the rack above have all kinds of swirled designs and colored finishes, many of them even having a shine.

The merman extends a fat hand upwards, waving it aimlessly for a struggling moment, before it coils around one of the longer glasses and pulls around. You fear he might shatter the thing with the force he's using, but the monster manages to remove said glass eventually.

Confusion remains when Glauk simply takes more of them. Two, three, four, five, until his hands can barely hold the amount. Glauk races with the objects back to the aquarium, but not before waving them at you playfully.

" Uhuh... They're pretty. What are you gonna do with them? "

Glauk simply nods and, much to your continued bewilderment, runs around the deck, tossing the very same glasses inside. You have no doubt the slime will try to strangle the lights out of this merman, but as is, you merely watch, knees hugged closer.

He makes sure to evenly space the glasses he throws into the water, for some reason, watching them sink downward.

You can't really puzzle what the sea mutt is trying to achieve, but it has to do with his counterpart, surely. You picture the glass cups descending rapidly, perhaps reaching such depths that they shatter- That would make a noise, wouldn't it? A constant, annoying pop from several locations.

Hm...

Ah, okay. He's got some wits after all.

You don't want to go down, so Glauk will force Magus up.

Some part of you is realistically anxious. It's probably not a good idea to anger a giant mermonster in the throes of his rut...

Glauk stops eventually, having no more glasses to pollute his own aquarium with, except for one he holds onto more securely. When he casts his eyes upon you, a nervous shake of the head is all he gets, but that doesn't dissuade the monster. In fact, all it does is make him come closer, a jagged smile on that face when he manages to push you to the very edge of the aquarium, then sits by your side.

" What did you do? " You squint at the monster.

He merely puts a finger to his lips, waiting patiently.

The suspense isn't exactly pleasant, but you know trying to get up and leave will just result in the mermonster next to you pulling you back into place. Might as well deal with this now.

It takes some seconds of eerie stillness for anything to happen.

But then you feel it, a vague tremor beneath you, ripples in the water surface. Glauk peers down more intently.

In moments, and you truly mean moments, the ground shakes with the force of a great mass ascending rapidly. You don't think Magus has ever moved this fast before, but it has to be him.

Your theory is very much proven right when a gigantic grayish-green figure erupts out of the surface water, causing a frightening, avalanche like wave to arise with it. Before you can scream in fright of the water about to hit you, Glauk covers you to the best of his ability, gripping the ground with his odd paws.

The wave inevitably crashes, its impact largely pelting Glauk, who sort of tanks it without much of a noise as far as you can tell. It leaves you soaked, but thankfully unharmed. You pet the smaller mermonster on his back a few times, mumbling gratitude before getting under him.

What stands -Well more like hovers- above you is none other than the bigfin mer himself. Something about his coloration strikes you as odd, he's become lighter in some sections, looking as if he's glowing faintly from within. Even though the mermonster's face is vastly featureless, and therefore incredibly hard to read, there's no mistaking the wrinkles of irritation deforming it, that soft mantle swaying as he looks for the source of his disturbance.

Long and rail-like fingers perch not too far away from your legs, two long tentacles exploring the aquarium deck.

Finally, his gaze settles on the two of you, and while you're half petrified, Glauk is easily unimpressed with the loud, low and reverberating noise that echoes the whole floor. A warning if you've ever heard one.

Instead, he presents the remaining glass in triumph, like the madman he is.

The thing is snatched off his hand faster than you could keep up with the movement, a dangerous reminder of the fact that Magus is a predator, no matter how still he often likes to be. Said mermonster examines the glass coiled by his tendril, grumbling again, then simply throws it away, a distant shattering accompanying the motion.

Glauk only frowns for a fraction of a second, quickly moving past the petty act and focusing on you instead. His goal being achieved, the sea mutt scoots you forward towards his friend, finally getting the bigger mer's attention to fall squarely on your figure.

You have little idea what's going through that quiet tower of a being, but fact of the matter is his face smooths again, and he studies you for an almost uncomfortable pause.

Glauk begins shuffling with your swimsuit behind you, gripping and groping fruitlessly until he manages to snag the straps on your shoulders, then understanding he has to tug them down.

" Hey- Quit it- "

Your anxious snapping doesn't hinder the monster, who only tugs and shifts the elastic fabric more. Although you get him to leave it alone, your breasts are now unceremoniously exposed. Throughout this bickering, you've been none the wiser to the two long tentacles that now curl securely around your ankles.

Magus had been watching, and apparently the full force of his rut is once more on the forefront of his mind, because he removes more of his body from the water, edging closer, casting a shadow upon the two of you.

" Oh. Hi there big guy... Finally come up for a chat? "

A chat, sure.

The monster is silent, either ignoring your words or thoroughly distracted.

Something in the corner of your vision stands out enough to make you glance down, catching a startling sight. Magus' now visible sheath bulges, something bright creating pressure behind it, making the mermonster audibly groan in discomfort.

A breath catches in your throat as you wonder what his genitals might look like when not hidden by distorting waves.

Glauk returns to fiddling with your swimsuit, though you're hardly bothered now, paying rapt attention to what's unfolding in front of you.

Quite literally unfolding.

What slowly emerges from Magus' body can only be described as a tongue-like muscle covered in small wriggling filaments, sporting a considerably bright blueish tint. More concerningly, the length of the member itself has you paling as it simply keeps going. You watch inch after devastating inch of this thing pool out of his flushed slit to the pool deck, reaching further and further in an almost alien manner. How does one even work with such a long thing?! Why does it have to be so large?

You spare a side glance at Glauk, desperately seeking some kind of confirmation that you're not hallucinating, but the monster is too busy trying to tug the swimsuit beneath your ass.

Finally, after what feels like a depraved version of an infinite handkerchief clown trick, Magus sighs as the ridiculous length of his engorged cock finally extends to its full capacity, then falls upon you.

The yelp you let out startles even Glauk, who flinches back to see you covered in his counterpart's dick, up to the neck, where a thin tip flirts with the skin of your throat. His bizarre member is heavy on you, but more than that, it's slippery and incredibly wet. The viscosity of Magus' self-lubrication is as cold as he is, making it feel like jelly that is tickled onto your form by the same tiny filaments pulsing around the underside of his cock.

For a while, you're not sure what to do, arms hovering awkwardly as you process the sensory stimulus of such strange anatomy. You suppose a member as large as his would actually require extensive lubrication, but you feel sticky already, drowning in a thick musk that reminds you of ocean water and salt.

Magus doesn't give you a hint of what to do, so you merely squirm and attempt to grip a section of that girth, hoping it'll stop slapping itself on your chin and mouth. The horrific mental image of you skewered on this thing from one end to the other causes a jolt of phantom pain, and you realize penetration has never been more out of the picture.

Through the embarrassment of it all, through feeling it coil and uncoil around your bare tits, you feel a sense of pity for Magus. A creature of his size definitely has trouble satisfying themself during ruts. To be dangerously larger than any of your available partners... Poor guy must be as pent up as it gets.

" G- Glauk, I don't know... " What to do.

This is entirely unknown territory to you. You'd know what to do with a more conventional phallus, but this is so out of your depth that you're not even sure if you should be using your hands at all.

The sea mutt nods, and much to your complete amazement, grabs a section of Magus' cock. You blink, watching him squeeze, then pull upwards. His grip relaxes, drops back downward, and repeats the motion. Magus does something like a wet chuff. After the somewhat confusing demonstration, Glauk grips both your hands and places them on Magus' length, waiting.

There's no talking how hot your cheeks are flaming as you clumsily attempt to mimic what he did, finding it hard to hug such a thick thing with your comparatively much smaller hands. In the end, to effectively pump Magus', you have to crush him against your abdomen, shuddering at the sensation of him throbbing.

From his excited foreign chattering, you assume Glauk is encouraging you, nudging your hips up, around the other's length.

You've never hugged a cock with your whole body before. That's not something you expected to ever do in your life, really. Though you find a strange, lurid thrill from it. From trying to pump and appease a male several times your size, a monster so incompatible with you but lusting all the same for the little human that he claimed as his.

As unconventional as the position is, you believe you're getting the hang of it, grip growing firmer while you speed along your motions along, feeling the muscle grind itself against every inch of you within reach. The sensation is enough to make you gasp, goosebumps spreading.

Magus' chest expands, breath growing shorter as he humorously appears to slump forward the longer you stimulate him. Finally, you rip a noise out of him, this drawn-out, low sound of wanton gratification that reverberates all across your body. Your clit twitches, making you hope you can withdraw more of those noises from the giant mer.

The tendrils around your ankles begin tugging. You're unsure what Magus wants until he effectively pulls you fully against him, ass resting flush to his lower body, your entire form all but tangled in the grip of such a foreign dick that grips around you.

The monster is very clearly aroused and desperate for friction, but this isn't working all that well. Even Glauk looks a little puzzled at the display. You can only attempt to stroke him, feeling one of those gaunt hands extend to somewhat soothingly pet your head- As if to thank you for the effort, or trying to encourage you further.

You're actually getting a little sore from how much he's curving you. It's mildly frightening how much strength he has in his fucking genitals.

Eventually, after some frankly awkward minutes of this struggle session, Glauk starts barking something to the other mer, who only continues to rock his hips.

The sea mutt growls, moving to push Magus off you. A pointless effort. Magus might be gangly-looking, but he's got more density than you'd expect for a deep sea monster. The effort only earns him a frightening snarl, the other mer's jaw distending in what you can definitely consider one of the most terrifying sights of your life.

Monsters from the depths are really a special kind of horrifying.

Much to your mild curiosity, the two eventually start garbling incomprehensively to each other, a conversation mostly carried by the smaller one, while Magus seemingly slurs his replies.

Whatever idea Glauk transmitted, it was good enough to give the other one pause, and, in no time, you're released.

The absence of Magus' weight on you leaves a cold, gross and slick sensation across your form, but finally allows you to sit upright and see what both mers are up to.

Magus has backed away into the water, now lying across it for the most part, his length half submerged half draped across his own abdomen. Glauk follows, but not before beckoning you in as well.

Whatever they've got planned must be better than being crumpled in a genital tangle, so you shake your swimsuit fully off before following them inside.

A pudgy hand guides you, Glauk smiling as he helps you get on top of Magus. The larger mer has coiled his lower body tendrils around each other to provide a more stable platform of sorts, and given his size, you feel somewhat safe enough to believe you won't just topple into the water. Glauk climbs on behind you, pulling your form backwards.

It's not the first time either of you has been on top of Magus. Sometimes the large mer likes to float along the surface water for long periods of time, plucking you onto his front and often allowing you to fall asleep sprawled out on him like a starfish.

This time is certainly different.

When you look at Magus a bit quizzically, on all fours, he brings a hand to your head again. Just as you think he's about to softly pet your hair again, he pushes you down, firm but not rough.

Ah.

You understand their logic now.

This position has you facing his slit. That's not to say you can simply suck Magus off, even the girth of his tip wouldn't fit easily in your mouth, let alone the rest. Instead, he seems to return to coiling his cock around you, the thing forming a loop around your neck, chest and midsection before passing between your tits and stopping in front of your face.

An idea sparks.

Smirking, you kiss around the part of his length you can reach, licking across it and sucking at the side with enthusiastic pops. Two fingers attempt to spread his slit further, while your spare hand flirts around the bottom, fighting the pressure of his swollen cock to fit in.

It takes a moment, but when Magus' hips cant just right, you manage to insert three fingers in, immediately greeted with a surprised, horny groan.

Glauk barks out in strange laughter, you can hear his tail swish eagerly as he comments something to Magus. The look on his face and his extended frills suggests some type of pleasant shock, like you've done something he hadn't even thought of before.

When Magus' entire length squeezes and rubs around you, you understand his desperation and continue trying to multi-task with a wriggling cock and a clenching slit.

If the cacophony of wet noises wasn't enough, then surely, feeling Glauk's paws spreading your ass to slot another rigid cock against you signal there's more to come. Although the smaller mermonster is known to sometimes be sloppy and impatient, he still takes the time to rub you from underneath, an opportunistic paw using some of Magus' own slick to lubricate your fluttering pussy.

It happens in a flash.

Glauk mounts you properly, lines up, then sinks his entire length into your warm hole. Both of you moan out in a perverted duo, the sudden fullness making you all but drool on Magus- Who you feel throb at the sight.

Things start working out from there, with you messily fingering Magus, moaning around his drool-slick tip while Glauk begins pistoning eagerly, watching you with curiosity. He's clever, was the first one to discover how much you like getting your clit touched, which means he likes to slide his fingers down to stimulate it as often as possible.

Probably because it makes your walls choke his girth hard. Like right now.

The two mers sigh and rattle incomprehensible dialect to each other. Magus' hand finds your wrist, and just as you think you've hurt him somehow, he pulls it closer. With some effort, four of your digits now stuff his slit, and you manage to thrust them into the monster well up to your palm.

It's surprisingly arousing that you can do this to such a huge and untouchable monster.

When his noises begin turning frantic and louder, when Magus' whole body starts trembling on occasion, you understand it won't be long until he cums. Glauk seems to understand this too, because his legs put more strength behind his thrusts and he fucks you wildly to keep up.

Between him ramming against your most sensitive spots, the paw grinding against your clit and being trapped in Magus' length, you know you're not going to last long either, giving into the crests of pleasure with lidded eyes. You can only try to keep rhythmically finger-fucking Magus, mouth now too busy trying to get you to breathe through an approaching orgasm.

Unsurprisingly, you're the first to tense and mewl through your climax, clenching around Glauk so hard that he groans and succumbs to his own peak, sloppily fucking through his warm load when it has no choice but to drip off both your thighs.

Whether because of the sight, or simply because you're nearly stuffing your whole hand into him, Magus is the last one to tense and rattle through a literally ground-shaking orgasm. You knew the below that would come out of him was going to be loud simply from how much air he filled his lungs with, but it still managed to vibrate your entire body through potent aftershock that have both you and Glauk whimpering in overstimulation.

He... Floods you.

Having no way to escape the grip of his member, you can only feel it pulse with each frankly concerning rope of cum that he releases, leaving none of you unstained.

Perhaps because the large mermonster is in a rut, his climax has become agonizingly long, leaving Magus still shuddering and moaning faintly by the time both you and Glauk have mostly recovered. You can only gently try to work him through it, slowly uncoiling his now sensitive length from your body and milking all the pleasure you can from his trembling form.

Eventually, he becomes too "boneless" to maintain still, Glauk has to hug you to him before you sink into the water, the two of you giving Magus some space to breathe. When you absentmindedly wet your lips, an overwhelmingly salty taste follows. You can only thank heavens than his cum isn't as sticky as you feared it might be.

Glauk sounds pleased with what just transpired, nuzzling his head against your hair and offering jagged toothy kisses.

Magus hovers in a manner that suggests his brain hasn't quite turned on yet, letting you observe a somewhat deflated phallus begin retracting into his body. You wonder how it all fits to begin with.

It takes a second before he approaches you again, dipping to silently rest his thin mouth against your forehead for a moment.

His spidery fingers ghost along yours, and then, without warning, he dunks himself back- Once again drifting to the preferred depths of his sanctuary.

You blink at his descending form through the waterline, then stare up at Glauk, who only shrugs and waves, as if to imply he'd come back.

It was only a matter of time.

Well... You should probably wash yourself and rest while you can, before being dragged into another romp with these two.

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