#I HATE THE WHITE MAKEUP WHY DO THEY DO IT i tried to keep her skin tone in there and pretended it was just powder but it looks weird but idk

[engagemythrusters]

okay I fully intended to flesh her out (disabled queen of Naboo) but then I lost all sense of everything while drawing and only came up with her first name (Roona--idk I made it up hopefully its not a word in an IRL language sorry)

anyway. here she is.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

pink princess

words: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only!!, smut, p in v sex, female receiving oral, girly!reader, violence, blood, rafe beats someone up, kelce is the bad guy in this D:

“i just don't get it rafe.” kelce shakes his head.

“what?” rafe mumbles, barely paying attention to his friend. even topper seems barely interested, both too focused on the football game playing on the television.

“how you could date a girl like y/n.” 

your name has rafe snapping to attention, turning to glare at kelce. “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” rafe has only been your boyfriend for a couple months now, but he wouldn't question beating the shit out of his friend if he insulted you.

“don't get me wrong, the girl is nice and all. i like her she's just so… girly.” kelce says like it's an insult. “she only ever wears pink, she's all sweet and innocent. she's just not your type, that's all. im surprised.”

you let out a little sound, all of the boys attention snapping to you, kelces eyes widening when he realizes you have entered the living room.

“baby.” rafe coos softly. “come here.”

you cross over to rafe, rounding the couch to plop on his lap, keeping your head down to avoid looking at kelce.

“don't listen to him, princess.” rafe says softly, his voice so sweet, in contrast to the scared look on kelces face. “you're exactly my type.”

“shit rafe, i-i-didn’t mean-i didn't know she was-”

“get the fuck out.” rafe says, voice still soft as he pets his hand over your back, hating the pout that graces your sparkly gloss painted lips.

“rafe-” kelce tries to argue.

“no. get the fuck out. you're lucky im not beating your ass into the ground for upsetting my girl. now get the fuck out.”

kelce scrambles, rushing out of tanneyhill as the game continues on the tv, topper rightly deciding to remain silent.

“baby, talk to me.” rafe says softly, seeing tears still brimming in your eyes.

“im fine.” your voice is hoarse when the words finally escape your mouth.

“darling.” rafe sighs, tugging your bodies closer together, letting your head bury in his shoulder, not caring if you leave makeup stains on his shirt.

rafe knows the best thing to do is just let you breath, not wanting to work you up more with his words as his hand strokes over your back, hoping it's bringing you some sort of comfort.

“i had no idea he felt that way.” you finally pick your head up. you weren't close to very many girls, so when you and rafe started dating, you tried to quickly assimilate into his friend group and consider his few friends yours as well.

“he's just being a dick. don't worry, alright bunny? you're absolutely my type, and i love how girly you are, mkay?” rafe waits for you to nod and agree with him before he pulls you into a kiss, topper keeping his eyes trained on the tv while you make out.

--

“you ready to go princess?” rafe calls up the stairs, tapping his foot against the wood floor, waiting for you to finish getting ready to attend the gala he promised his dad he would be at.

���coming now!” you say before rushing down the stairs, but still being careful not to trip in your heels.

“you look gorgeous, honey.” rafe admires your outfit. its a new dress, or at least one that he hasn’t seen before. rafe takes your hand in his as you finish your descent, frowning when he realizes the glittery polish that was on your fingers has been scrubbed off, replaced with a creamy white that matches your dress, the only pink thing on your body being your lipstick.

“is that what you are wearing?” rafe questions.

“why, is something wrong with it?” you frown as you look down at your body.

“no-no.” rafe shakes his head. “not at all baby its just… very formal.” he figures the wording is better than blatantly asking why you’re not covered in pink and sparkles.

“well, it’s a formal event.” you roll your eyes, heading towards the door, not wanting to give ward a bad impression, and you know you’re already running late.

“yeah, right.” rafe nods, but his mind whirls in secret, wondering if there could be more to your change in appearance than that.

--

“you're going golfing with top today right?” you ask, rubbing your fingers through rafes hair, massaging his head. 

rafe knows you said something, but he's too relaxed to actually make out your words, struggling to blink his eyes open before humming, “what?”

you giggle at his blissed out expression, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “you're going golfing with topper later today right?”

“mhm.” rafe nods, letting out a soft moan when your long acrylics gently scratch over his scalp.

“maybe you can take me. ya know, i could learn how to golf. probably start with just putting.” you shrug.

“baby-” rafe has to take your hands and move them away, knowing he won't be able to focus on the conversation. “why do you want to learn how to golf? you hate sports.”

“that's not true!” you complain. “i like um… gymnastics and figure skating.”

rafe rolls his eyes “you like them for the sparkly outfits and music.”

you pout, moving yourself from straddling rafes lap to next to him on the couch. “aren't i allowed to be interested in the things you're interested in?”

“yes, of course.” rafe sighs, moving to kneel between your knees on the floor, taking your face in his hands, not letting you look away. “and if you really want to come, id love to have you. but if you are asking because you're trying to be less girly, then baby-” rafe leans in to press a kiss to your pouty lips- “i don't want you to change. i love you for who you are.”

“promise you don't mind?” your fingers play with the collar on his shirt, distracting yourself.

“promise.” rafe nods.

“okay, thank god.” you let out a giggle. “golf is so boring.”

--

you have your laptop and phone opened up, intensely scrolling as you switch between them, brow furrowed as you do your research.

“y/n-” 

you slam shut the laptop and turn the screen off on your phone as rafe walks into the room.

“what are you doing?” rafe questions. 

“nothing.” you smile at rafe. “just some online shopping.” you hope it's believable, but you can tell by rafes hesitation that he doesn't fully trust your explanation.

“okay…” rafe slowly approaches the bed, and you quickly move your laptop and phone to the bedside table as rafe crawls up next to you.

you distract him from asking more questions as you press your lips against his, pushing him to lay back on the bed as you grind down.

“ah, fuck.” rafe moans when you pull away, pulling your shirt off over your head to reveal that you aren't wearing anything underneath.

rafes hands cup your tits, massaging them in his large palms before suddenly flipping so you're the one laying down against the bed, completely forgetting about your suspicious behavior when he entered the room.

what rafe doesn't know, as he lowers down your body and flicks your nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, is that you weren't online shopping, rather scowering through social media, trying to find all of rafes ex girlfriends or anyone he interacted with, all while you compared the girls to yourself.

you wish kelces words didn't still echo in your head, especially after rafes insistence they weren't true.

--

“gonna take a shower.” you tell rafe, setting your bags down in the foyer, knowing you'll get around to them later.

“you sure not a bath? i can run one for you.” rafe offers, following you up the stairs.

“nah, that's fine.” you shrug, frowning slightly when you see your display of lush bath bombs. you're trying to be less high maintenance, more easy going. 

“come on, what if i wanna soak with you in the bath?” rafe pouts. “please baby.”

you can't help but giggle at his doe eyes blinking at you. “okay, sure.”

“good.” rafe hums before placing a hand on your waist, pulling you in for a quick kiss before he heads towards the bath, turning the hot tap on. you watch as he looks at your bath bombs before selecting a light blue bath bomb with star embeds.

rafe sets the bath bomb down on the edge of the large tub before turning to you. “what should we do while we wait for the bath to fill?” you question, tugging your ponytail out to let your hair fall.

“mmm, i know exactly what i want to do.” rafe says.

in only a few moments he has your shorts down, perched on the edge of the bathtub while his head is buried in between your legs, tongue licking greedy stripes over your cunt.

--

“missed you.” you whine, burying your face into rafes chest as he rocks gently, holding you tight to him.

“missed you too, princess.” rafe is relieved to finally have you back in his arms. hes been away for an entire week, and you came to the airport to get him despite rafe insisting that he was fine to get himself home. you just couldn't wait any longer.

you whine when rafe pulls away slightly, making him laugh and tug you back into him.

“clingy baby.” rafe coos, but the words make your cheeks hot as you pull away. 

“hey, hey.” rafe grabs your hand, tugging you back against his chest. “i didn't mean it like that.”

“okay.” you whisper with a nod, tears brimming in your eyes. with rafe being gone, you spiraled even further, going as far as to befriend a couple of his exes to compare yourself even more to them. you also attended a party that kelce was at, and while he didn't speak at all to you, you could occasionally feel his eyes on you, disapproval in his gaze.

“love you so much bunny.” rafe says, rubbing his large hands over your shoulders. “let's get home so i can show you how much i missed you, yeah?”

you perk up as you nod, making sure your hand is clasp together with rafes as you head out of the airport and towards the parking lot, your keys hanging from your finger that isn't intertwined with rafes.

“here, baby.” rafe opens the passenger side door for you, but you frown and don't move towards it.

“you just got off a flight, rafe. i can drive.” 

“nope.” rafe snatches the keys out of your grasp. “you're my girl, and as long as im here you have no need to drive yourself. now get in, my passenger princess.”

--

“ready for the party?” you ask rafe, adjusting your skirt as rafe walks down the stairs.

“of course.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips before looking down at your outfit.

“baby… is this really what you want to wear?” rafe asks. he likes any clothes you put on, but the black skirt paired with a plain white cropped tee, not even accented by any jewelry just isn't you.

“i just…” you swallow. “i just know kelce is gonna be there. wanna show him that i don't need to be wearing sparkly pink every second.”

rafe can't speak, the anger quickly rising when he realizes that months later you still haven't let go of kelces words, still worrying that you arent the right person for rafe.

“go put on a sparkly dress.” rafe simply says, not able to keep his voice soft, despite addressing you. you hustle upstairs, changing into the outfit you really wanted to wear, adding some jewelry and colourpop super shock shadow to your lid.

you bounce down the stairs, feeling much more yourself now.

“theres my pretty girl.” rafe says, his words sweet but his face still angry as he places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you out towards his truck.

he speeds to the party as you sit there silently, playing with your rings, worried about what is going to happen when you get to the party, especially knowing kelce is gonna be there.

“rafey, don’t do anythi-” you tell him as he helps you down after parking, but you can’t even finish your sentence.

rafe eyes kelce standing on the front lawn, a red solo cup in his hand. he hasn’t spotted rafe yet, but you know as soon as he does the smile is going to drop from his face.

rafe begins to stalk towards him while you trail behind, grimacing when rafe throws a punch, landing right on kelces cheek.

“fuck you!” rafe shouts, shoving him back before kelce can even realize what is happening.

“yo, man, stop!” some guy you recognize but don’t know his name yells, but doesn’t try to get in the middle as rafe punches kelce again.

you can’t help the smile on your face, watching your man defend you throughout anything, even if it involves turning one of his close friends into a bloody pulp.

“y/n… it’s gone on long enough, stop him.” topper comes up behind you, making you jump.

you turn to look at him before back at kelce, eyes glazed over as rafe shouts at him again. you rush to rafes side, grabbing at his fist. “okay, okay.” you tell him softly. “he gets it.”

rafe steps away as kelce falls to the ground, his chest heaving as his lip and nose drip blood. “let this be a lesson.” rafe turns to the crowd that has grown. “no one shit talk me or my girlfriend or this is what happens to you.” rafe points at kelce, not giving another word before stalking away, literally grabbing you and picking you up to carry you back towards his truck. you stay quiet as rafe sets you in the passenger seat.

“are your knuckles hurt?” you ask, petting your hand gently over his wrist as rafe shifts the car into gear, rushing away from the party.

“i’ll be fine, baby.” rafe says, glancing at his reddened fingers. “just need to get you home.”

“oh.” you nod, knowing that while rafe got some of his anger out on kelce, he’s certainly going to get the rest of his pent up energy out on you. 

it takes minutes from the time you get home for rafe to have your back flat on the bed, his large cock thrusting into you. 

you moan out, hands gripping at his shoulders, your nails leaving scratches against his tanned skin. 

“you’re. my. fucking. girl.” rafe says, accentuating each word by pounding his cock inside of you.

you let out a moan, kelces mean words thoroughly beat out of your head as you nod. “im yours.”

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[my3rzs]

hii i love your work so muchh! i want to request a jealous xavier thorpe x fem reader where xavier gets all protective and jealous when someone flirts with reader and he’s really possessive and ahh

summary: xavier hasn’t been talking to you since wednesday addams arrived at nevermore, so you give him a taste of his own medicine

requests: open

notice: wednesday is not inlove with anyone, tyler is not the monster, and all the characters are 18+

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader

a/n: im so sorry i havent been posting, i was more focused on school and i had to get my final grades for 2nd quarter. but anyways reblogs would help, this is not proofread btw uhm

it’s been 2 weeks since wednesday addams has arrived at nevermore and xavier hasn’t been talking to you since the mysterious wednesday addams has arrived, it really started to bother you.

it was a saturday, you and xavier always did something on a saturday, watch movies in his dorm, go to the carnival, go to an arcade and stuff, so you decided to text him if he wants to hang out.

y/n: hey, do you wanna hang out today? we haven’t hung out in the past 2 saturdays.

xavs: sorry no, i have plans with wednesday already. maybe next time?

you felt like your heart shattered as you read his message, so you left him on read.

you decided to go to the weathervane to clear your head.

-

you walked in and saw tyler,

“tyler! hi!”

“hey y/n, what would you like?”

“oh, i’ll just have a matcha”

“okay! coming right up”

he brought you your matcha to your table as you both saw xavier and wednesday walk in.

your smile faded as you saw them both together.

“woah, something going on between you guys?” tyler asks as he noticed that your smile faded

“nope, just jealousy i guess” you sigh

tyler sat with you and you drank your matcha.

you could feel xavier’s eyes on you, knowing he was so jealous right now.

you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and continue this.

the rave’n was tomorrow, so you decided to ask tyler.

“hey, do you maybe wanna go to the rave’n with me?” you smiled.

“as friends” you mouthed

he got the signal to go along with it “yes, sure y/n! i would love to!” he says

you couldn’t see xavier but you knew he was fuming with jealousy right now.

“okay, i’ll be heading out now. see you tomorrow at the rave’n!” you say and walk out, you could see xavier furious at your peripheral vision.

you and your friends decided to go dress shopping because of the rave’n.

you went into a store and saw a retro, butterfly, white, short-sleeved dress. this was the perfect dress for you.

the night of the rave’n

you put on your dress and started doing your hair into a braided bun, and enid did your makeup.

you heard a knock on your door and opened it, revealing tyler in a white suit.

“hey, ready to make xavier jealous?” he gave you a smirk

“damn right i am” you say

-

you two walked in and everyone was staring at you two.

xavier was with wednesday but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, and wednesday started to notice.

you and tyler went to get drinks, mostly vodka. you had 9 shots already and you were already drunk.

you and tyler went to the dance floor and started to dance to the music.

the music stopped and tyler went to get a drink from himself, you waited for him until you felt a hard grip pulling you outside.

“okay, y/n. can you tell me what’s going on? why’d you go with tyler?”

“and why’d you go with wednesday? stupid” you giggled and almost fell at his chest but he caught you

“are you drunk?” he furrowed his eyebrows

“no.. you are” you say

-

he took you to his dorm and laid you down on his bed

“okay, can you atleast tell me why you went with tyler?”

“i tried to make you jealous because you haven’t talked to me since wednesday has arrived”

“y/n, i was working on a case with her”

“well.. i didn’t know that”

“okay- i have liked you for about 2 years, or more, i want you to be mine only and i want to be yours only. i hate seeing you with other people and it drives me crazy” he rambled

“can i kiss you?” you ask

before he could answer you kissed him on the lips and he pulled you closer, the kiss felt so delicate, you have always wanted this and you finally got it.

you broke the kiss to catch breaths and smiled at him.

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im crying i finished this and it doesnt even fit the request and its like my other oneshot i think im gonna cry but i literally have no motivation to rewrite so enjoy 😭

[strniohoeee]

i need me some more hoodrat chris bestie pleasee😣

maybe another scenario where reader is out with her friends and some guy won’t leave her alone so she says “ just wait till my man gets here ” and then the guy is like “ i ain’t scared of no lil white boy” and then chris shows up with his blicky 😋😋😋

Racketeer Pt. 2

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and her friends are out clubbing for her best friends birthday, but this one guy won’t leave them alone. She calls Chris and he’s ready to kill for her🖤

Warnings⚠️: Once again pure self indulgence of hoodrat Chris, but also there’s talks of a pew pew in here obviously🤭 so enjoyyyy

Song for the imagine: No Suburban, Pt.2- Sheff G

You get shot down if you play his songs

I keeps Glock round’, I would let it off

Chris hated it when I went out alone, or with my homegirls because he felt like he couldn’t be there to protect me. Honestly I preferred it because Chris would watch every one like a hawk, and was prepared to pop a cap on anybody.

Tonight was my best friend's birthday, and she wanted to go to all the clubs downtown, and bar hop, but she wanted it just a girls night out. So when I told Chris this you can imagine the shock on his face

“Just the girls….” He said looking at me

“Yes Chris, just the girls” I said laughing

“Ima be like Batman…sneaking into that bitch and hiding in the shadows” he said

“Okayyyy creeper much” I said laughing at him again

“I’m kidding ma, but if anybody tries some crazy shit you know what to do” he said

“Yes I do, call you, ignore the person and hope you don’t pop the guy” I said rolling my eyes

“Exactly! This is why I love you” he said coming over and kissing me

Tonight was the night of my best friends extravaganzas, and I was currently finishing up getting ready. Chris decided he would drop me off at the first club since he didn’t trust Uber drivers and me alone. He’s very protective

I had gotten all dolled up in a black short sleeve long bodycon dress with glittery silver heels on, and my glitter clutch. I had done my hair and makeup up (however you want it be)

I walked out to the living room to let Chris know I was ready to go

“Baby I’m ready” I said walking to him in the living room

“Ouuuuuu someone’s looking real fucking good” he said reaching his hands out to grab me

“Aww thank you baby” I said leaning down and kissing him

“Alright let’s head out” he said grabbing my hand and walking us to his car

After about 30 minutes we had gotten downtown and to the first club. He put the car in park

“Alight baby I Love you, and I’ll keep you posted the whole night” I said giving him a kiss

“Love you too mama, and just know I’ll be right by my phone. If anything happens please baby call me” he said with puppy dog eyes

“I will my love” I said giving him one last kiss before heading out

My best friend and our homegirls and I were all partying and having a blast, she got a VIP section in the third club we were at. I had a few drinks and I was feeling good. Texting Chris every 20 minutes that everything was okay, and even sending him selfies and pictures of the girls and me.

I had decided to go to the bathroom alone which was probably the first biggest mistake of the night. To get to the bathroom I had to pass the cigar smoking area and the men’s bathroom, and that’s when I started to realize I might’ve done something stupid.

As I was walking to the bathroom some man stopped me

“Hey beautiful, where are you headed?” He asked me

“To the restroom” I said bluntly

“You should come hang with the real gentlemen up here” he said smirking down at me

“No, I'm good. I’m here with my friends” I said giving him a fake smile

“They can join us too” he said looking over at his friends

“We all have boyfriends. No thanks” I said, and with that I walked to the bathroom

Should I tell Chris? Should I not…..no he’ll come in here and create a big ass show.

I finished using the bathroom, and had to walk back pass these animals

“Nothing weird come sit with us” he yells as I speed past him

“I said no! Don’t you understand the word no? Leave me alone” I said shooing him with my hand and walking back down to our VIP area

“Hey girl where you been” my friend asks me

“I went to use the bathroom, and this creep wouldn’t stop talking to me” I said to them

“Oh god don’t let Chris find out” she said and started to laugh

“Honestly if he keeps trying me I will call Christopher” I said to them

About 20 minutes later we were all dancing in the VIP area when I feel eyes on me from above, so I look up, and that creepy guy with all his friends were watching my friends and I…..they looked like they were hunting for their next snack.

“FUCKING GO AWAY” I yelled up at him

“JUST ONE CHANCE BABY, ONE DANCE” he yelled back

“YO CREEPY GUYS WE ALL HAVE SHOOTER BOYFRIENDS I SUGGEST YOU BACK OFF” my best friend screamed at him

“WE DONT CARE ABOUT NO BOYFRIENDS” he yelled back

“LEAVE US ALONEEEEE” my other friend screamed at them, and we just went back to dancing

I’m going to say another 20 minutes went by, and all of a sudden these guys are walking towards our VIP area.

“Y/N I’m thinking now’s a good time to call Chris” my one friends said

“I think I will” I said grabbing my phone out of my purse

But before I could call Chris this asshole came up to us

“Come on pretty girl, why won’t you give me a chance” he said frowning

“Like I said I have a man” I said sipping my drink, and not even looking at him

“Oh baby I won’t tell no one” he said smiling at me

“Can you go away like I literally keep saying I have a man, and I don’t want to talk to you” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Well too bad baby. I won’t stop” he said trying to walk closer to me

“Oh no” I said sticking my foot out and pushing him back with my heel

“Just fucking wait till my man gets here” I said grabbing my phone to call Chris

“I ain’t scared of no lil white boy” he said laughing at me

I hit Chris contact and put the phone to my ear

“Hey baby, parties over already?” he asked laughing a bit

“Chris…” I said, and he immediately knew

“Where are you? And who’s bothering you” he said, and I heard him get off the bed

“I’m at Raven, and it’s some guy here who will not leave the girls and I alone. Like I just had to push him away with my foot he was getting so close” I told him

“Stay right there baby, and Ima be there real fast” he said, and I heard him load up his gun, and cock it

Oh boy these guys were in for a treat. About 30 minutes passed, and I saw Chris walking through the crowd

“Yooo Christopher” my best friend said giving him a handshake

“Thank you baby” I said as he came and sat next to me on the little couch

“Always baby, always” he said kissing my head

“Other than that creep how’s the birthday night going” he asked my friends

“Oh it’s going greattttt” they all said clearly very tipsy

I saw the guy again in the crowd watching us, and I knew he was about to come over

“That’s him Chris” I said tapping Chris, and having him look at the guy

Chris looked over at the guy dropping his face, and giving the guy a smug smirk

The guy still had the balls to walk over

“Ahhh the little boy toy” the guy said walking into our area

“Mmm I’d watch how I’m speaking to my man” I said to the guy

“Or what?” He said laughing

Chris laughed and leaned back allowing his pistol to be slightly exposed in his waistband.

“I’d choose my next words carefully” Chris said looking at the guy

“Who do you think you are” the guy said getting pissed

In a swift moment Chris got up, pulling the guy close to him, and placing the pistol at the guys dick

“I’m her boyfriend, and she’s been telling me you and your little stupid ass friends have been bothering her and her friends all night. Is this true” Chris asked him

“I don’t know what she’s saying” the guy said looking at Chris in fright

“IS THIS TRUE” he said pushing the barrel harder into the guys dick

“OKAY YES YES” he said getting scared

“If a lady tells you no, and she has a man you BACK THE FUCK OFF” Chris said to the guy

“Yeah yeah sure I got it” he said starting to sweat

“I’m not sure that you do get it…..maybe I have to pull the trigger” Chris said and started to cock the gun

“NO NO IM SORRY OKAY. I NEVER MEANT TO BOTHER THEM IM SORRY PLEASE LET ME GO” the guy started to weep into Chris arms

“Yeah, and guess what you’re paying for their whole tab, or I’ll be waiting outside for you, and I’ll split your fucking wig GOT IT” Chris said to the guy

“Yes I’m sorry I’m sorry” the guy said putting his hands up

“Now get the fuck outta here you fucking pussy before I change my mind and blow your dick off” Chris said pushing him back

The guy ran away, and Chris placed the pistol back in his waistband

“Fucking pussy….the fuck he thought he was” Chris said looking over his shoulder at the scared man

“Uhhh I love when you do that Chris” I said pulling him in to sit next to me

“I told you I’d do anything for you, and if it means popping someone…I’m gonna fucking do it” he said slinging his arm over my shoulder and giving me a kiss.

“To Chris for saving the day” my best friend screamed and we all cheered our cups together

I guess I’m in love with a shootah!

The End

I loveeeeee hoodrat Chris like okayyyyy😋🤞🏽. Lmk if yall liked this one as much at the first one 💋💋💋Also sorry I didn’t post at all yesterday I just wasn’t in the writing mood, but now we’re back🤭🫶🏽

-J💅🏽

[j0kers-light]

I am not sure if your requests are open but was wondering if you would do a smut one-shot where y/n and joker dress up like their getting married maybe it's y/ns weird fetish or jokers but it is one of thems idea that's up to you

[Most importantly hope you don't mind this but the joker isn't wearing any makeup in this]

Ps. Love his lighthouse love it

His Lighthouse: A White Future (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

A White Future - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi @jokerslittlepage 🖤✨

Please excuse me for taking so long in writing this! This one was tricky to write I'm not gonna lie… I feel like Joker is a little OOC in it since I mostly head canon his against marriage but hey. I did what needed to be done. Please don’t hate me!! 🥹🥹 and at this point Joker rarely wears his clown makeup around Y/n so you’re all good beloved!

Enjoy as I post this in the dark at 1AM!

— Oh and this is definitely not possibly canon with His Lighthouse. You'll understand after reading lol 🤭

Also I'm kinda feeling this song playing in the background as Joker and Y/n dance on the balcony. Its soft and gentle enough yet angst for this ill fated couple 😘

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Joker blamed you for this.

You unlocked another one of his weird fetishes that he never would have known existed, all completely by accident.

You were cleaning out the closet in the guest bedroom and trying on things to see if they still fit. If it didn't, you were donating it.

Joker had returned from a late night meeting at the main hideout and was relaxing on the bed, still dressed in this three piece suit. This one was all black, giving off mafia vibes, especially since he proudly wore the gold chain you bought him around his neck.

Your initials were on a small charm hanging from it. It was a subtle way for Joker to acknowledge his girl; he never took it off.

Joker washed his clown makeup off in the bathroom and was content watching the strip tease and mini fashion show you were putting on. So far he kept his hands to himself.

No surprise Joker was a great judge with his killer fashion sense. He was honest about the things you tried on.

"It's a no for meee."

"Wait, Bunny! Keep that one. It makes your hips look... mmm. C'mere pretty thing.."

"I dunno.. bell bottoms are making a uhhh comeback. I like the color, doll."

"Don't even try that on. Toss it."

"Y/n, what possessed you to buy that?"

Rude comments and all, you were making progress with Joker's help! You had almost everything cleared out and ready to either return back into the closet or in bins for charity, that is, until you squealed and dug out a white garment bag.

"I forgot about this!" You laid the bag out on the nearby couch and unzipped it.

Joker lifted his head at the sound and watched you eagerly lift up a dress. From here it looked cream or was it white? He spoke up to ask. "What's that, bunny?"

He missed your megawatt smile. "One of my fans invited me to her all white wedding before you and I met. She asked me to be her bridesmaid and I totally forgot I kept the dress!"

You held it up to your body and faced the mirror. She was so happy you made it and they were such a beautiful couple. You were glad you made her day even more special by being there. You smiled while reminiscing fond memories.

You turned just enough for J to finally see that garment in its entirety and his brain swiftly short circuited.

"Put it on."

You turned towards Joker. "Huh?"

He had this hazy look in his eyes as he watched you stand before the mirror. The urge to see you in white struck him hard and fast. He didn't know why.

"I said.. Put. It. On."

You knew that tone very well and scrambled to do what Joker said before he lost patience.

You took off your bra and shimmied into the cool satin material. The panty line was too harsh in the white fabric so without thinking, you peeled off your panties and tossed them aside.

Joker swallowed audibly watching them go. He liked that pair very much. However they looked better on the floor.

"Can you zip and button me up?" You held the front of the dress up to your breasts and moved your hair back for him.

Joker took in a shaky breath. The dress wasn't even on properly and he was already having impure thoughts. The ivory color against your darker skin just made it pop even more. You tried on countless articles of clothing tonight but this was the icing on the cake. He stood up from the bed and walked over to you.

His green eyes met your e/c ones in the mirror before you looked away, hiding your flushed cheeks. For once he didn't comment on your skittish behavior.

He reached out and pulled the zipper up, letting his fingers brush against your skin like a feather.

The intimate gesture sent shivers down your spine.

Joker was so close you could feel his body heat on your exposed skin and his hands were like a branding iron buttoning the two pearls at your neck. When he was done, Joker rested his hands on your shoulder and spoke to your reflection.

"You ahhh need heels." He whispered on your neck.

You didn't understand where he was going with this. You weren't trying on full outfits, just the clothing itself.

Joker rolled his eyes when you didn't move and stalked over to your endless pile of heels for himself. He flung a few to the side and mumbled under his breath when he couldn't find the ones he was looking for.

"J what are you doing?" You walked over barefoot but jumped when J laughed after finding the perfect pair. He wordlessly pointed for you to sit down.

Thank goodness a chair was nearby. Joker meant business when he didn't speak. You flopped down in your sage accent chair and waited for the lion to stalk its prey.

You were speechless when Joker got down on his knees to put a pair of Tom Ford stilettos on your dainty feet. They were the same pair he gifted you recently. He swore he purchased them with real money.

Like you actually believed him.

Regardless if he obtained them legally or not, they made your skin tone pop even more and highlighted the stark white of the bridesmaid dress.

You wore clear heels to the wedding but Joker was in charge here. Only the best for his Light.

"There... perfect." He whispered more to himself than you. His green eyes snapped up to you. Joker's hands were rubbing your calves but they slowly creeped up under the gown to caress your thighs. "A vision in white."

From the halter neck to the draped bodice, you were a sight to behold. This gown, what it represented, was doing things to him. His Light bathed in white whereas he was swallowed in darkness.

Yin and yang. The two of you were polar opposites and he absolutely loved it.

"A-Alrighty.. um it still fits! So um... can I take this dress off now?" You asked with a shaky breath. Green eyes pinned you down further into the seat as Joker's lips inched closer and closer to yours.

"NoPe. It's our big day and you look... phenomenal. You look so heavenly.. n' all for me." Joker tucked a wayward curl of hair back behind your ear.

His words made your eyes widen. Big day? What was he going on about?

"J.. what're you..?"

"Stay right here, doll. Don't. Move." He ordered. He grinned at you before backing away and leaving the room altogether.

You blinked in shock but did as you were told.

Just what had gotten into Joker and where did he go? It was taking him longer than a minute to return.

You tapped your heels on the floor as you waited.

He came back with your fresh bouquet of flowers that you always kept on display in the foyer. This week it was a hodgepodge of wildflowers mixed in with chrysanthemums and snapdragons; the perfect wedding arrangement. You finally had an understanding of what was going on here.

"Did you know it's considered bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?" You accepted the fresh flora and discreetly shook off the excess water from the stems before it soaked into your satin dress.

Joker just shrugged and helped you to your feet. He kissed your cheek and led you out of the bedroom. "Who needs luck when I have you?"

Now that was sweet.

You bowed your head and let Joker guide you out onto the balcony. He walked you out just like a newlywed couple to the reception.

The night was balmy and the distant lights from the Fashion District cast a neon glow on everything. Joker stepped away to turn on the patio's string of lights to soften things up a bit.

They came on and illuminated you in a warm intimate glow. You were missing a veil for this to truly be a dream come true. Joker would just have to go without. Your smile monopolized all of his attention anyways.

You shined brightly just like the lighthouse he named you after. You laughed when Joker bowed and offered you his hand, like a true gentleman.

You both knew he was anything but.

"May I have this uhh, dance?"

Joker's smile was genuine and without his signature makeup, he looked dazzling under the twinkling lights.

You could stare at J for hours. You didn't care about his scars. Yes, they made him into the fearsome man he was, but in your opinion, Joker was beyond stunning no matter how you looked at him.

How could you say no to such a handsome man?

With your bouquet in one hand– you gave Joker the other as he swept you up into a ballroom waltz right there on the balcony.

You heard gentle music playing from the speakers and knew this must've been what he ran off to prepare.

"But you don't plan things.." You mumbled under your breath.

Joker kissed your cheek to silence his laugh. You loved pointing out his affinity for structure and plans.

The two of you danced along to the soft music and stared into each other's eyes. Yours were more bashful whereas Joker did nothing to hide his desire. The grip he had on your hip clenched tighter when you bit your lip. It wasn't unusual for Joker to get handsy but your curiosity got the better of you at the origin of his passion.

"So... um you're not gonna tell me what brought this on?"

He scoffed as if you should've already known the answer. "Do I need an excuse to dance with my wife?" Joker dipped you suddenly.

You were sputtering and gaping like a fish. "W-Whahh? Wife?" He slowly straightened you back up.

"Do play along, Y/n." Joker said with an eye roll.

"Oh I'm sorry Joker! I didn't know we were roleplaying tonight. I was trying on clothes and you went all... thison me! How was I supposed to know you had a bridal fetish or whatever this is? I bet you wanna skip straight to the honeymoon anyways."

You looked away and missed Joker's licking his scars in agitation. You knew the exact buttons to press with him, it was infuriating.

The scene was set. Why couldn't you just play along?

Joker spun you again but this time he jerked you roughly so your back was against his chest. He kept you steady on your feet with his strong grip.

"I.... didn't know I had one until you found this... this... dress. White looks soo... ethereal on you my Light. So what if I wanna end our uhhh re-cep-tion early and consummate our bond. Hmm? Are ya gonna stop me? We both know that's what you wanT."

Joker leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You wanted me since the moment I came home."

That may be true, but he didn't have to call you out on it!

That matte black suit of his was equal parts sinful and alluring plus you really wanted that gold chain of his swinging in your face tonight.. An airy moan slipped out before you could stop it.

How did he know your body better than you?!

Joker ran his hand down the front of your dress and bunched the satin material up until your legs were bare to his touch. The humid air teased your bare sex, making you shiver.

"I bet you're thinking about it.. righT now, aren't ya? Let's see just how needy my wife is..." 

Without warning, Joker plunged his fingers into your wet pussy. You clutched onto his forearms and gasped at the intrusion.

"Told ya, princess.. you're sopping wet for me." He groaned at hearing your wet lips gush out as he thrusted them deeper inside. Your eyes fluttered half mast but flew back open in fear.

You looked left and right, hoping it was dark enough for your neighbors to not witness what was going on your balcony.

Just because you owned the penthouse didn't mean there weren't other buildings surrounding yours. Gotham City was notorious for peeping toms and noisy neighbors.

"J-J... my mmph!" Your complaint fizzled away when Joker's thumb rubbed at your clit. Why did you take your panties off around this man?

J loves when you wear dresses and skirts for 'easy access' and for good reason.

The man was a sorcerer with his fingers and you loved when he worked his magic. He curled them just so and had you hurling straight to the cusp of pleasure in record time.

You were wet the moment he walked in the bedroom but he didn't need to know that. Joker knew his tailored suits turned you on.

Finally getting some much needed stimulation was sending you over the edge. You clawed at J's arms as the heat threatened to consume you entirely.

A flick of his thumb against your bundle of nerves and you were moaning out in ecstasy.

You made a mess of his fingers right there for anyone to see if they looked out their window. The thrill of being seen had you squirming in J's arms. You swatted at his hand with your flowers when he tried to prolong your orgasm.

He easily overpowered you and laughed at your sensitive walls clenching down on his fingers. Joker clicked his tongue when you tried bucking away from him.

"Tsk. Always running away." He sighed.

You squeaked when he picked you up, bridal style, and carried you back inside.

Usually Joker would toss you down on any nearby surface and watch your body bounce helplessly before he dragged you back towards him, but today was different.

Today, Joker stopped into your enclosed sunroom and set you down gently on the couch. He hit the light switch and instantly the balcony lights went out and plunged the both of you into darkness.

Now only the moonlight shining in from the glass roof guided his lips to yours.

You dropped your flowers to cradle the back of Joker's head and deepened the kiss. He let you have control for as long as it took him to discard his suit jacket and rip off his tie. He was working on the buttons on his shirt when you pulled away.

"Ngh, no let me... l-let your wife do it." You moaned out.

Your hands were shaking as you undid the buttons. You were too nervous to look up at the panting dragon before you.

Joker let you push his shirt off his shoulders but he tilted your chin up when you failed to look up.

You acknowledged your role and needed to be rewarded.

He whispered your name amongst the lush plants and flora in your sunroom. The air in here was stuffy since he left the balcony's sliding door open. You were already collecting sweat on your brow and good thing Joker took off his makeup earlier or it would be melting off of him.

He still licked at lips in that nervous habit of his.

"Do you want this? Tell me to uhh stop if ya don't." Joker slowly pushed your dress up to bunch up around your stomach. He had no plans of taking it off. If he did, he'd risk tearing it to shreds and that wouldn't do.

If he had it his way, you would wear white everyday, you looked so beautiful in it. But back to the matter at hand.

You nodded in the dark and wrapped an arm around Joker's shoulder. His gold chain was still cool to the touch and you ran your fingers over it fondly.

"I want this. I-I want you. Please, J."

He left a kiss to your forehead and groaned. "You already have me, Y/n."

Joker moved to remove his pants after earning your consent. The sound of his belt buckle in the dark sent a rush of adrenaline to your core. You were excited and the fact you could hardly see made this encounter even more hot.

Your heart was beating out of your chest when you felt Joker's hands slide up your heel clad legs and yank you closer to him. Your back hit the couch cushions and you scrambled for something to hold onto in the dark.

Joker must've seen you flailing around since he guided your hands back onto his shoulders.

No fair how he could see perfectly in the dark whereas you were blind as a hehe... bat. 

"Hey.. I wanna see yo— ah!"

Joker slapped his cock on your pussy as if he heard your joke. You jumped at each impact of his hard on hitting your clit and clawed at his upper back in delight.

He seemed to enjoy the sting and tipped his head back in a groan.

Then a pair of neon green eyes stole your attention. It was unnatural the way they reflected off the lack of light, almost feline at times. Joker's night vision was legendary and it was all focused on you.

Your beautiful body sprawled out on the couch. Your curls framing your face like a halo and Joker swore the white of your gown made your melanin skin glow.

How did he get so lucky? He must be dreaming. If it were a dream, he would enjoy it while it lasted.

Joker slid his dick into you, slacked jaw and eyes filled with longing. Your eyes rolled back feeling him stretch you open and come to a rest inside. Joker panted above you and braced his weight on his hands near your head.

You were now caged in with nowhere to go.

"Yeah? This what you– mmhm d__n, is this what you needed, my Light? If ya want me, then take it. Take. All. Of. Meee." Joker grunted and set a rhythm; steady deep thrusts that jolted your entire body and stole your breath.

You buried your hands into his hair and tugged, knowing J loved that. He moved with the motion and laughed to himself.

"F__k, relax Princess and work with me." He pulled his hips back so he could slam into your pussy deeper.

You cried out and wrapped your legs around his waist. He felt the straps of your heels press into his back.

Note to self, clothed sex was hot.

"See? There ya go.. now I can beat it up just the way ya like it. Ohhhh, I got the best wife. Tight cunt, killer body... sexy moans– louder doll. I wanna hear just how good I'm making ya feel."

You bared your neck as he picked up the pace and plowed into your womb. Each rock of his hips hit your g spot and made you dizzy.

You looked up and watched the clouds distort the image of the moon through the roof. Such a beautiful night spent with the one you love.

Joker noticed your distracted gaze and brought your focus back on him by pressing down on your lower belly. You keened loudly in his ear.

"Haha. Eyes on me, Princess. I know, I know. You can cum if it feels that go~od."

You nodded, gasped sweetly, and then came on Joker's cock. And he didn't stop his powerful thrusts either. He plowed right through your orgasm with no regard for your hypersensitivity.

You couldn't escape his passion and took out your agony on his back. Joker hissed when your nails initially dug into his skin but laughed it off.

"Argh, those d__n nails of yours are sharp! Is it really that good, darling? Too much cock making you go crazy stupid already? You want me to stop? Huh? Too bad, cuz I'm noT done yet." He groaned when your walls clamped down tighter on this dick but he recovered quickly to resume his brutal thrusts.

He picked you up by your waist and positioned you to straddle him properly on the couch.

You cried out when you sank further down on Joker's cock due to the angle.

Now he could see you properly as a beam of moonlight shined down from the roof to a spotlight on you bathed in white.

Your hair was in complete disarray and your lips red from biting them in pleasure but in Joker's eyes, you were absolutely stunning.

You locked eyes with Joker and braced your hands on his shoulders. His fair skin was flushed red from exertion but he still looked every bit of Gotham's City most wanted criminal.

The dark gleam in his eyes was a warning in itself.

Your gaze latched onto the gold chain hanging around his neck, and most importantly, the tiny charm with your initial bouncing with each thrust Joker made up into your pussy.

It was hypnotizing and you couldn't help but lean forward to kiss Joker.

He didn't mind and slowed things down so you could feel each vein sliding against your gummy walls. The wet slap of skin and heavy pants was the only sound in the sunroom. You wouldn't be surprised if the glass behind Joker was fogged up by your lovemaking. It was still too dark to tell for sure.

You were the focal point here so you leaned back and put in some work to get Joker off.

You rolled your hips in figure eights that he loved so much and was quickly rewarded.

Joker placed his hands onto your hips and used them like handlebars.

"D__n Y/n. F__k meeeeee." He leaned back on the couch and watched you ride his dick, chasing another orgasm.

You didn't care that you were getting your dress dirty or that your feet were killing you in your stilettos.

Joker took one look at you dressed in white and gold and smacked your behind. You whimpered softly. The sting spurred you to go faster and you began chanting Joker's name like a prayer.

"Nuh uh bunny. You know what ta call me." J whined when you clenched tighter around him.

You bit your lip, looking away.

He could call you wife all night long but it was something different about returning the favor. You knew Joker needed this to get off but it meant more to you.

"Say it Y/n.. p-plea— nghh just once. That's all I, ahhh, that's all I neeeed, darling. I want you to have it, but I need.."

Oh. Joker begging meant he was serious. His eyes were squeezed shut as he neared his own release but you could tell something was holding him back.

You could feel it with how handsy and needy he became. Anything could spill from Joker's lips as he reached his summit. He needed whatever this fetish was.

You drew in limited air and blew it out in a shaky moan.

Just the sight of Joker, usually so composed and calculated, losing all self control– because of you, was empowering. At this rate you were gonna cum again.

You wanted Joker to cum with you; it felt right with the emotions floating in the air tonight.

You choked back a moan, "I want it! I want my husband to c-cum. I need you, J! Please fill me up!"

His reaction was instant.

"Yeah? Ya want it? My beautiful wife wants my cum? Anything you want, it's yours, Y/n. Ask of me anything. I will defy my own will to grant your desires!! Y-You can have it all just.. stay with me. F-Foreever. Never.. s__t, so tight! Never leave me Bunny." 

You recognized your own book quote mixed in with Joker's pleas and moans. If possible, you fell even deeper in love. You wouldn't stop for anything after hearing that.

You felt the moment Joker came undone.

He squeezed you close as his hips bucked up into yours uncontrollably. He didn't care about moaning obscenely in your ear because he babbled his deepest darkest fears to you in between struggling to breathe.

"Stay with me, Y/n.. I need.. I need you please— you complete me. You own me. Don't go.. my beautiful wife. M-My Light. All mine.."

It was the most vulnerable you ever heard Joker speak. He was open about his future with you.

You were uncertain about his plans after he healed up and left, but tonight you got a glimpse of the future. He wasn't going anywhere and neither were you and you never felt more closer to him than in that moment.

You bared down and let a silent scream paint your features as your own climax was ripped from out under you.

The fact you came with Joker made the release ten times more intense and hearing him confess in your ear was like an atomic bomb.

Joker fell back and took you with him as the afterglow hit you both. Shivers and gasps were exchanged in the muggy room.

Your dress was sticking to your sweaty skin and you felt absolutely euphoric wrapped up in the arms of your lover. Joker wasn't in any better shape. The satin fabric of your dress was brushing up against his sensitive skin with every rise and fall of your breathing but he couldn't move.

He was slowly softening inside of you and cum was oozing from your pussy and pooling down to your inner thighs.

It was filthy but neither of you could bear to move. You were right where you needed to be. In his arms.

If Joker had a shred of morals he would carry you to the bath and help wash you up but first he had to address what he said during the heat of the moment.

Joker rubbed his scarred lips along your collarbone and subtly cleared his throat.

"I.. meanT it, Y/n." You turned your head and rested it under Joker's chin. "I dunno what started all of this but I uhh.. I'd like that. Us. You know... together.. Not right now! But ahh uhh.. it's on the table for the future... if ya want."

You tensed up in his arms and he thought the worst.

What if you disagreed and thought he was insane? What if you wanted nothing more to do with him? Was this the end of this phenomenal relationship all because he considered marriage?

Joker sounded so cute, all bashful and unsure of himself and you loved watching his eyes dart around in a panic. You put his worries at ease by leaning up and kissing him soundly.

"I meant what I said too silly. I-I need you too but only if you'll have me." You looped your hands with Joker's much larger ones.

He stared at the clash of skin tones and sighed. He was worrying over nothing.

"Forever then, yeah?" He kissed your palm before looking down at you. That breathtaking smile of yours was highlighted by the moonlight.

Since J quoted The Greeks Among Us, you decided to do the same.

"Until the last star fades in the night sky, I'm yours forever and ever, ο εραστής μου."

He rolled his eyes at your direct quote but attacked you with kisses anyway. His sweet little nerd. However the phrase summarized your love perfectly, all for a man who didn't deserve a single ounce of it.

Joker would spend the rest of his days proving his love for you. He could start by giving you that ring he bought.

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for some reason i cant answer this ask directly BUT thank u user @honestlytastygayasstrash for the ask now get ready for the longest post ill ever write. I fucking love talking about my characters.

here they are. my scrimblos. :

Antek, token cis white man of the group: -ISFJ, he/him, age is around 18, listens to ABBA, Queen, Modern Talking, Manaam, Obywatel GC, Lady Pank and Depeche Mode.

(i think i wrote it on his ref sheet but he got his scar by simply tripping over a cupboard as a child. He doesnt tell anyone about this though and always comes up with different stories about how he got the scar. So some people think he got it by winning a bear fight or fighting a drunk old man)

-he is a fucking menace. and i mean it. most insane man on earth that always tries to grab others attention in the most dangerous and stupid ways imaginable. Also uses alcohol as his weapon to look and act more cool and always fails miserably. Hes also very noncommittal and always switches out the people that he talks to after a week, simply because he doesnt feel comfortable with anyone. But he still loves getting attention from others so he keeps getting into these relationships just to drop them later. Theres something different about Bianka and Gabriel though and thats why theyre friends. and I think his pinterest board explains his personality better than i ever will

and some fun facts! hes surprisingly good at cooking and is the only one in the group that knows how to drive a car.

if it comes to Bianka shes my favorite goth woman ever. Here is some info about her: -ENTJ, she/them, is around 17, listens to Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus, Sisters of Mercy, Myslovitz, Republika, Depeche Mode and The Cure.

-Obviously shes recognized mostly for her gothic makeup which I absolutely love drawing. And shes goth herself, and is even in a gothic punk band! The band members include her, as the bassist, Helena as the singer, Janek as the drummer and Antek used to play the keyboard before they kicked him out.

And this is how I imagine them:-) just two alt girls and just some guy. Love them

-Bianka is the most confident out of everyone in the group, even Antek who's all over the place. She knows when to stop talking unlike him though. However her being confident doesnt mean she likes being in the spotlight, in fact, she absolutely hates it. She hates that everyone is always listening to her and whenever she walks in the room all eyes are on her. So most of the times she just wants to hide and spends time in her little circle of friends, but if theres an emergency then shes the first one to intervene. She also has a very weird moral compass just like Helena so theyre best friends, obviously.

Literally her. A fun fact about her is that she has like four Siouxsie and the Banshees posters in her room and owns a golden retriver which I didnt name yet.

oh and i forgot to mention but Bianka has Chinese ancestors and has a lot of chinese facial features that I always fail to draw because I focus on her makeup too much.

The last one is Gabriel, miserable ginger guy whos also the main character of the plot and yet i know so little about him. Im still figuring out his personality honestly. Anyhow:

-ISFP, he/him, age 17, listens to Tame Impala, Gorillaz, The Strokes, MGMT, David Bowie, Dolly Parton and Depeche Mode. All three of them are Depeche Mode fans.

-As I mentioned I know very little about him. But I think hes more of watcher of the world around him than a member of it. He's mostly quiet because he cant figure out when its the best time to speak, unfortunately that also means he keeps his best jokes to himself. Hes also mostly dissociated from the world and tries to be an active member of it so bad that he always ends up doing stupid things or hurting himself in the process. I think its just safe to say hes still figuring out his place in the world, and because the world around him confuses him so much he holds onto safe memories most of the time. Thats why hes a photographer and likes catching all of the important moments of life on camera, its like a comforting feeling for him. Hes also very irrational and a people pleaser but i blame it on his undiagnosed AuDHD honestly.

questionable pinterest board explains his personality well too

-as hes the narrator of the story, its very important to mention hes a queer character. I avoided talking about the queernes of others characters on purpose, since its an important part of their story that i dont want to share yet but without any context ill just say that Gabriel is a trans man and bisexual!

as for fun facts he owns a cat named Felek, really likes green olives and lives with his grandparents. Antek also taught him how to drive a car but he never put that info in use.

AND HERE COMES MY FAVORITE PART!!!! ILL EXPLAIN THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN THEM ALL!!!

starting with Gabriel and Nastka, whom I didnt mention in this post as shes just a side character, its important to know that these two are childhood friends. Theyre not that close anymore, their relationship disappeared as time went on, but they both keep each other in their memories and think about each other a lot. They both nicknamed each other after Dead Poets Society characters too, so Nastka never calls Gabriel by his name, but Todd. Theyre also neighbours and share a balcony. Sometimes they meet there as theyre hanging up clothes to dry and just exchange smiles.

The relationship between Gabriel and Antek is more complicated. They met on a party once and never got to know each other better, but couldnt stop thinking about each other. Gabriel just knows about Antek from Bianka's stories and vice versa, and whenever they meet everyone thinks theyre best friends because of how well they can get along without even knowing a thing about themselves. They always end up dancing together on parties, going on walks at night and talking about their favorite books somewhere in the corner, having deep conversations about their views of life but they never ask each other personal questions and if you ask one of them to say whats their favorite color, they wouldnt know. I like to think the universe never gave them a chance to know each other better because if it did theyd be too powerful together. Maybe if they got to know each other better theyd be more than friends.

Bianka and Anteks relationship is pretty similar to the relationship between Gabriel and Nastka. Theyre also childhood best friends and first met each other in the counselors office in 6th grade as Bianka tried to beat someone up for being mean to Antek, a guy she didnt even know yet. She just needed an excuse to get in a fight with some boys that she didnt like and somehow made a best friend ten minutes later. Since then theyve been on and off, sometimes splitting up for months at a time and going back to each other to spill everything theyve learned while they were away. They always find support in each other even if they cant understand each other that well and are total opposites. Somehow Bianka always finds a way to cheer up Antek, even if shes the one to make him feel bad in the first place.

Antek was the first one to suggest they should make a band, and they tried several times until they ended up with Helena and Janek which I previously mentioned.

And the last one, Bianka and Gabriels dynamic..... its very cute actually. Bianka is the first person to show Gabriel the world around him and introduce him to new possibilities. She showed him goth dance moves and helped him find his taste in music. They met in high school as they sat together in math class and if not Bianka being confident and immediately accepting Gabriel as her friend, hed never speak to her. He probably still thinks shes too cool for him, but is very happy to have her as a friend anyway even if he feels belittled by her sometimes. Feeling belittled is why Gabriel usually doesnt speak to her first and waits until she does it first. They often do sleepovers where they watch all of their favorite movies for the tenth time.

Also they all have friendship bracelets. All three of them.

I dont know what else I could talk about so i think thats all!! Thats still such a long post I hope someone actually reads it. Thank you for asking about them I had so much fun writing this<3

I also purposefully avoided talking about the plot of Migawka because I want to keep it a secret. I really want to write a book or a comic one day with all three of the characters and so I wanna keep the plot to myself until I finish writing.

anyhow, heres migawkas pinterest board.

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THANK YOU to everyone who sent in a headcanon request for Bradley and Baby Girl! I had so much fun with this! Please comment or reblog and let me know how you feel about some of these. And if you can think of any other details you'd like to know more about, let me know!

1. Why does Rooster only fly solo?

Rooster prefers not to have a backseater, because then he only has to be responsible for himself. After what happened to Maverick and Goose, Bradley has had a hard time flying a two-seater with a WSO. He even once told Phoenix that she is so much braver than he is, and Nat completely agreed. 

2. Is Rooster scared BG isn't actually going to be there when he gets back from a deployment?

The thought has crossed Bradley's mind more than once that being in a relationship with him is holding her back. He knows it's harder on her than him, because even though he's away from her too, he's working at a fast pace under a unique set of parameters. He hates leaving her behind, and he has considered the possibility that she might want to call it quits with him. But, when Rooster came home to find that she had packed a bag and was prepared to leave after Josh attacked her, he knew he'd work twice as hard to keep her.

3. Cock warming when he gets back because he needs to feel close to her?

They both certainly enjoyed it when they were in the hotel in La Jolla. She occasionally warms his cock when she can tell he's feeling a little antsy, which is usually just before he leaves for a deployment or just after he gets home. 

4. Rooster finding BG "playing" with her favorite toy.

Rooster has seen all of her toys and enjoyed playing with most of them with her. But she's got a favorite, and now she calls it Rooster Junior... One day when he was supposed to be working late, you got that vibrator out and started a little solo action. When he arrived home and heard those familiar moans and ran to the bedroom, he found you naked, splayed out on the bed with the toy. He stood in the doorway until you noticed him, and then you yelped, kind of embarrassed. But he just gestured for you to keep going and then unzipped his uniform pants and started stroking himself. Bradley got himself more and more worked up until you came with the toy inside you. Then he joined you in bed, gently removing the toy and replacing it with his mouth and then his cock. He gave you a better orgasm than Rooster Junior, and you told him he was such a good boy.

5. Do they have a welcome mat?

They have a welcome mat on their front porch that she bought, and it matches the "Home Sweet San Diego" sign that she got him for Christmas, which hangs just inside their front door. 

6. Two sinks in the bathroom?

Yes, they have two sinks. Hers is surrounded by all of her makeup, facewash, electric toothbrush, contacts cases, and skin care products. He just has his toothbrush next to his sink, and his shaving gear is all tucked away in the cabinet. 

7. What color is their bedding?

They have light gray and white jacquard bedding that she picked out for their king sized bed. He told her to pick out whatever she wanted, and she tried to tease him by sending him a link to a US Army camo set and pretending she ordered it. 

8. What side of the bed do they sleep on?

Standing at the foot of the bed and looking at the headboard... Bradley sleeps on the left and she sleeps on the right. But they can even share a twin bed successfully, because she mostly sleeps draped halfway on top of him. 

9. What are date nights like?

Date nights are usually nothing too fancy. They both work hard and appreciate that the other one gets tired. When Bradley can tell she doesn't want to expend her energy on making dinner, he will take her out, occasionally driving to where they had their first date. They do a lot of sunset picnics at the beach, go to see movies together, and listen to live music in the park with Tramp.

10. It's movie night, what movie do they pick?

Bradley likes musicals, and he's not afraid to admit it. He likes to sing along, and now that he has his own piano, he plays along too. His favorite is The Music Man. She has to pretty much limit him to one musical per week, so she can have a little bit of quiet in the house. She likes a variety of movie genres, but they both laugh over the fact that her favorites are a heartwarming romance (Roman Holiday (peep the main character named Joe BRADLEY)) and a psychological thriller (Get Out).

11. What’s their sleeping position?

Bradley on his back with his hands wrapped around her where she lays chest to chest on him with her head nestled on his shoulder. Their legs are usually tangled together as well. Sometimes they sleep where he is the big spoon, usually when she has her period and wants to curl up because of the cramps. Then he sleeps with his lips and mustache just close enough to kiss her neck.

12. Any bad habits that they have?

Bradley is a bit of a neat freak. He can't stand it when she tosses her shoes in the general direction of the closet instead of neatly placing them in there. So he has the bad habit of getting a little passive aggressive. On the other hand, she has a bad habit of overworking. In the past, she has been one to stay on base late or work weekends when she is very absorbed with a project. Bradley has helped her break that habit a bit, because she loves being at home with him after work. But when he's deployed, she tends to overdo it a bit so she has something to keep her occupied.

13. Their most embarrassing moment together?

Take your pick.... When Bradley told Mav they broke the bed? When they had sex in her office and Coyote, Phoenix and Hangman clearly knew it? When she had her hand down Bradley's pants in the rec room and poor Jake walked in? They can't keep it in their pants around each other, and Bradley can't keep his mouth shut when she wishes he would.

14. Favorite sexual positions?

She likes riding him. Whether he's sitting or laying down, she loves being on his lap. She loves setting the pace and watching him get ruined. She also loves cock warming him when he seems a little anxious, this is something he has come to love too. Bradley finds a lot of pleasure in protecting her and kind of marking his territory. He likes taking her from behind. Getting her on all fours makes him feral. He's also particularly fond of fucking her from behind while they are both standing. This gives him the opportunity to power himself into the spots that get her off, and he can also wrap his hands around to the front of her body.

15. Does BG or Rooster have a paralyzing fear of something so they need their loving partner to help them every time that fear comes up when they are together?

In an effort not to get too much into Bradley's crippling fear or rejection and losing the people he loves (things that she tries to reassure him about, constantly telling him she loves him and isn't going anywhere), he is terrified of dolls. Like the creepy ceramic dolls with eyes that follow your every move. He can't stand them, and hates antique shops as a result. She is afraid of spiders. Bradley pretends to kill them for her, but he actually just takes them outside.

16. What would happen if they were ever right in the middle of sex or foreplay and she just suddenly loses the mood because something from work or something popped in her head?

First of all, consent is key, and he knows and appreciates it. Also, he's not going to enjoy getting off if she's not enjoying herself too. Bradley would immediately freeze, because he would know something was wrong.... "What happened, Sweetheart?" he asked softly. "Nothing, I just had a bad day and I can't stop thinking about it.... and I'm not really in the mood now...." You turned your face away from him, and Bradley stopped what he was doing. "Oh, okay. No problem." He dropped down on the bed next to you, and you curled up and let him rub your back as you told him what was bothering you.

17. What songs play as their ringtones for each other? 

When Bradley calls her phone, What A Man by Linda Lyndell is the ringtone for him. When she calls Bradley's phone, Whatever You Like by T.I. is the ringtone for her. 

18. Would they ever get another dog or a cat?

Bradley couldn't say no to Tramp's puppy eyes, so there is no doubt that another stray animal would end up in their family. 

19. What is Bradley’s favorite part of BG’s body? And What is BG’s favorite part of Bradley’s body?

She really loves his neck. She loves his scars and finds comfort in kissing him there. She also goes a little crazy for his hands, and loves how big they feel when they wrap around her waist and grab her thighs. Bradley loves her smile. He really lost his mind the first time he saw her face, and she was smiling and laughing at the time. He also loves her legs and her butt. 

20. How did he end up calling her Baby Girl for her nickname? What else do they call each other?

"Baby Girl" just kind of slipped out for the first time when they were on opposite teams playing football at the beach! He scooped her up and she had her arms around him, and that's what he called her. And he's been calling her that ever since. He called her Sweetheart before that, when she smacked him in the chest with his own phone and sent the other girls packing at the Hard Deck! She mostly calls him Roo, and his heart absolutely melts when she says it. The first couple times she said it before they were dating, he was absolute putty in her hands. They also both use the pet name "My Love". BG approves of all of these, as she tries not to let him get too soppy with the pet names. 

21. We know how BG reacted when Bradley was in an accident. How would he react if something happened to her?

She tends to silently spiral. She gets in her own head and tries to blame herself when something goes wrong with him. Bradley on the other hand would be in absolute hysterics. He would try to rush in and help no matter where she was. 

22. How would Bradley deal with BG being deployed?

Bradley would be a lot more pathetic and mopey than she is. She tends to throw herself into work projects when she needs to take her mind off of something, but he doesn't do that. He would be quite lonely and lovesick. 

23. Bradley loves lingerie, and they love a bit of the risk of getting caught. But what are some other kinks of theirs that haven't made it into the story yet?

Bradley has a praise kink. You don't get to be a top tier aviator without collecting that along the way. He is also going to have a bit of a rank kink when he outranks Baby Girl. He likes role playing too, which we saw a bit of in Take Me To Neverland. But he's truly down to do almost anything that would make her happy in the bedroom. She also enjoys the fantasy aspect of role playing. Bradley's breeding kink would absolutely take over if he was actively trying to get her pregnant, and she would probably like that a lot more than she anticipated.  

24. What was her motivation for joining the Navy, and does she plan on retiring from it or getting out earlier? 

She's a lifer. Wants to be an admiral. Wants to run her own research lab on base in North Island. She is originally from Maryland, not too far from Annapolis, so she grew up knowing about the Naval Academy. When she qualified to go there for free, knowing she would also be training to be an officer, she decided to go for it. It ended up being a great decision, and she is even still friends with Cam from back in the first year students' dormitory. 

25. In an argument where they both think they are right, who apologizes first even though they still think they are right?

Bradley, for sure. He can't stand feeling cut off from her, so he will crack after a day or two just so they can get back to normal. That being said, if he's obviously in the right and she's obviously in the wrong, she will have no problem admitting it. 

26. The 3rd amendment states “no military person can stay in a house without the consent of the owner”. Do you think that BG has ever kicked Bradley out of the house (for fun or in a fight) with the 3rd amendment?

She would be too apprehensive to even try it, since technically he owns the house, and because she is also a military officer. But the thought has definitely occurred to her. And if her name ever gets added to the deed... watch out Rooster.

27. How would Bradley react if BG went up to the bar to get them drinks, and another guy was chatting with her and told Penny to put BG's drinks on his tab? How would Bradley react to another guy buying her and technically him drinks?

Bradley would be annoyed that the other guy was obviously flirting with her, so he would make his way up to the bar....

You tried not to laugh at Luke as he told Penny to put your beers on his tab. He was about to buy a drink for your boyfriend, so you just nodded at him and said, "Thanks."

He grinned at you and asked for your phone number, right as Bradley draped an arm around your shoulders and kissed your neck, clearly marking his territory in front of this stranger.

"Here you go, Bradley. Luke here was kind enough to put these on his tab for me." You watched your boyfriend's jaw clench as he stood to his maximum height, and then he smiled and nodded at the other guy.

"Thanks, man. That's so kind of you," Bradley said as he took a sip of the beer, arm still draped around you. "If you still want a phone number, I'd be more than happy to give you mine."

28. What is Rooster's aftercare routine for Baby Girl?

Rooster is an aftercare king. He loves taking care of her after they have sex, so much so that it's kind of part of the act itself. His lips and mustache are simply all over her skin for a few minutes while they both catch their breath. Then more often than not, he's getting a bubble bath ready for her in their enormous tub. Sometimes he joins her and sits behind her while one of their playlists is on, kissing her neck and soothing her skin. Sometimes he sits on the mat next to the tub and they have a quiet conversation. Sometimes he will do a chore while she relaxes.

29. What was the first impression they each had about the other?

I LIKED THIS ONE SO MUCH, I SAVED IT FOR LAST... and I might write a little prequel fic about it... This happened just before Is It Working For You?

It was Monday morning, and you stood at attention in a preflight classroom filled with Admirals, Captains and even your own boss. You were anchored between your friends Maria and Cam, and you couldn't help but think about how badly you wanted all of those Admiral pins on your khaki uniform someday so you could spend hours rambling on about nothing and force everyone to stand and listen to you. Once you were finally dismissed to be seated, it was ten o'clock. You'd been standing for a full hour pretending to pay attention. You just wanted to get to work, but when you sat down facing all of the aviators, you noticed one in particular. And he was already looking at you. Maybe you had something on your face? Or maybe he was in a daze after listening to Admiral Simpson for so long? Either way, he was really cute. Chocolatey brown eyes, wavy hair and a mustache that should have looked ridiculous, but did not. Not at all. You couldn't help but smile at him, and when you did, he immediately looked away. 

It was Monday morning at 8:56 am, and Bradley's steps came to a halt as soon as he walked into the classroom. You weren't even looking directly at him, but your smiling face was so stunning, he already felt like he might not be the same again after this moment. 

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Undercover part 9

Miranda Hilmarson x fem reader

Previous / Next / Series

Summary: You held Miranda hostage for a week. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to hurt her but she had majorly hurt you. The police have been trying to negotiate with you but you’re not having any of it.

Warnings: gangs, violence, implied torture, death

Requests open

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It’s been an entire week since you held Miranda hostage and what a week that has been. Everyday you had to go in and torture the poor woman yourself. You didn’t have the courage to tell your crew that you weren’t torturing her physically.

If they found out they would think you have become weak and you couldn’t let that happen. You hated having to hurt her mentally but she hurt you and she had to learn that she couldn’t get away with that.

The cops haven’t left yet either. They camp out everyday waiting for your next demand. There was no way they were going to get Miranda and if they dare try then she would be dead.

You were honestly starting to get sick and tired of it all. Part of you just wanted to hand yourself in and get this all over with. Deep down you knew that you would be captured anyway so what’s the point in fighting. That’s when you remembered why you were doing this.

Because Miranda broke your fucking heart. She may not realise it but she hurt you and the fact that she was undercover this whole time just made it all ten times worse. You were currently sitting in your office once again. Well it’s not like you could go anywhere.

You were pretty thankful you put a room in your office just in case you did ever need to stay the night. You just didn’t expect to stay a week at a time. You and your crew were starting to become restless. Thankfully you did have plenty of sleeping bags for the crew and you even let some of them share your bedroom and office space.

It was only fair to be honest. They stuck around for you so the right thing to do was to make sure you were around for them. You were currently writing out another list of demands for the cops. It has become a routine now. Every day you would slip the note of demands under the door and by the evening you would have it.

You believe that they are thinking you would give them something back in exchange but the only thing they want is Miranda. But today is going to change. On your list today the only thing that you had on it was more food. At this point you didn’t care what they sent but you needed to feed your crew.

Just as you were finishing up the list you heard a knock on the door. You looked up to see Raphael standing at the door. “What’s up?” You asked him. “Are you ok? I know how much she meant to you” he asked you as he sat down on one of the chairs opposite you.

“Not really but I just have to see this through” you told him as you put down your pen. “I don’t see why you don’t hand her over. It’s not like you have a chance with her now” Raphael told you. That comment really angered you.

“You think I’m keeping her here because I still like her? I’m keeping her here because I want to keep her here. She crossed me. Whatever feelings I did have for her have gone now. Don’t you dare talk to me like that again Raphael. I’m not afraid to treat you like my other victims! Now get the fuck out?” You screamed at him.

Raphael was quick to leave you alone knowing he had just crossed a line. You knew everyone was getting frustrated but you gave them all the opportunities to leave. It’s their choice if they wanted to stay behind with this mess.

The cops would be coming by soon to get your list of demands and you needed them to believe that you were really torturing Miranda. So your grabbed your torture box as well as some makeup and headed down to the white room. On your way down you heard Raphael talking to one of your crew members.

“The boss is in a right mood today. I tried to see how she was doing and she went batshit crazy on me” he told them. Just as they were about to respond they looked up to see you digging around in your torture box. They didn’t want to be part of this especially while you were mad.

Raphael looked confused as the bloke he was talking to walked away but it became obvious when he turned around to see you and a blunt metal object swinging towards him. You whacked him around the head letting his body hit the floor. You couldn’t care if he was dead or not. “Let this be a lesson to you Raphael and anyone else” you shouted.

“I don’t care how close you are to me. If you go behind my back you get what’s coming. I get things are stressful at the moment but I gave you all the opportunity to leave. If I hear anyone else talking shit about me or this gang expect this in your near future” you screamed as you threw the pole next to Raphael’s body which now had a puddle of blood surrounding his head.

You continued to storm off to the white room as everyone just continued to look at you shocked at the scene they had just witnessed. As soon as you got to the door you let yourself in, locking it behind you. You sighed as you took a deep breath and placed everything you had on the floor.

“What was that commotion out there?” Miranda asked, looking very weak from the lack of food and minimal amount of water. “I think I just killed Raphael” you told her with no emotion in your voice. “But that doesn’t matter. I’m not here to talk to you about Raphael, I’m here to get you ready” you told her as you opened up the makeup bag.

“Get me ready for what?” Miranda asked you. “For your video I’m going to send to the police” you told her. “Why?” She asked you as you got the makeup stuff out of the bag and started to make it look like Miranda was covered in bruises.

“Because I need them to think I’m torturing you” you told her quite bluntly. “But you are torturing me y/n” Miranda moaned as she rolled her eyes. “Seriously Miranda I’m not in the mood. You have seen what I do when I torture someone. You have not yet experienced any of that so don’t you dare moan that I’m torturing you” you told her angrily.

How dare she say you were torturing her. Yeah you were torturing her mentally but you have not laid a physical hand on her yet. You finished doing the makeup making her look like she had bruises covering her body. You even went a bit extra and got some fake blood and put it on her face.

With the makeup now sorted there were only a couple of things left to do. You grabbed all of your torture devices and laid them out neatly covering them all in fake blood making it look like they had been used. You then grabbed a burlap sack and placed it on the chair. “Get up and sit on the chair,” you told her. She quickly responded and you immediately started to tie her up.

“Is this all really necessary?” Miranda asked you. “Yeah it is! Now stop asking me so many questions” you told her. You quickly went to set up the camera before placing a couple of signs with large writing behind it. “When I take the sack of your head you will read out what I have written on the signs” you told her as you then covered her head with the sack.

You took out your phone before pressing the record button and placing it on a shelf. You made your way back over to Miranda as you took the gun out of your back pocket. You rested the gun on her head as you looked at the camera before taking a deep breath.

“It’s y/n here, the leader of The Wildlings gang! It’s currently Tuesday the 23rd of January and here under this sack is Constable Miranda Hilmarson who I discovered to be an undercover officer. She has a few words she would like to say to the camera” you smirked.

You pulled the sack off her hand revealing what looked to be a very hurt Miranda. You put the gun straight back to Miranda’s head which seemed to terrify her. You gave her a look to tell her she better start reading or else.

“My name is Constable Miranda Hilmarson. My cover has been blown. I’ve been in a white room since my capture with limited food and water and I’ve been tortured everyday. It has been said if you fail to keep up with the demands being requested I will be killed by the end of the week. If anyone tries to break me out I will be killed. For my safety your best bet is to leave and then maybe y/n will consider releasing me” Miranda said to the camera.

You covered Miranda’s head back up with the sack before walking to the camera and turning it off. With that now sorted you cleaned up the mess you had made before untying Miranda from the chair. You didn’t say anything as you grabbed everything you had entered with before leaving the white room and heading back to your office.

On the way there you noticed that Raphael’s body was no longer there but there was a large puddle of blood. Great, he definitely was dead. Once you got to your office you put everything away before editing the video, cutting off the very beginning and end of the video which showed you turning the camera on and off.

With that now sorted you connect your phone to the laptop before downloading the video onto a usb. You then placed that in a bag and attached it to your demands list. You checked the time and it was just about time for you to hand over your list of demands.

You made your way to the front door before opening it ever so slightly before chucking the note and the usb stick outside. Now it was just a waiting game.

[mncein]

Hiiii!! Can I get a Yuna x reader and Yeji x reader(separate) where reader does a fake hickey prank

okay !! requests are 5 atm, and my laziness is kicking in 😨 promised myself i go to bed early but who cares it's summer break, but hey is it normal to sleep at 4am cuz i think it's not and i can't stop 😭 okay enough, thanks for the request !!

also trying something new with editing 😘 (HELPP I LOVE IT SM)

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YEJI —

"baby? are you there? i'm almost home." yeji spoke over the phone, and you weren't replying for almost one minute now, because your were busy applying the makeup of the fake hickey on your neck. the outfit you were wearing was a simple white shirt and some safety shorts.

"yeah, yeah i'm here. just... doing something." you put the phone down the table, checking what you look on the mirror, fixing your hair slightly and the taking the phone again and sat on the living room.

"hellooo?" yeji spoke in a sing-song tone and looks at the screen, seeing you turn on your camera.

"yeji, keep your eyes on the road." you say, getting a small chuckle from her.

"okay, i'll see you soon?"

"yes, i love you and take care." you smile at the camera and ended the call.

...

the front door opened, you smirked and stood up to greet her. smiling at her while she wraps her arm around you, you pull down on your hoodie a bit to show a small part of the fake hickey.

she pulls away, copying your smile as she puts her hand on your neck to pull you in for a kiss. she stops as her eyes drop down on the hickey on your neck.

"w-what is that?" yeji asks as her face forms a frown.

"what is what?" you act confused, trying to feel what's in your neck while you look at her.

"that's not mine." she stares down on your neck, tears holding back their release.

"what's not yours- oh." you quickly tried to hug her, but she pushes you away as her tears finally fall from her eyes. you hated seeing her cry, and you had to do something immediately.

"you've been cheating on me, y/n!" she spoke, backing away from you.

"baby- i'm sorry- it's a- prank-" you say between her pushes, she stops once she hears your full sentence, succumbing to your touch as she runs her hand on your back.

"i know you're tired so, i'm gonna make it up to you this night." you say, hoping she'll forgive you and agree. while you wipe the makeup off your neck, showing her it's really fake.

"i hate you for doing this, and you better be sorry about it." you pinches your side as you yelp, laughing. you really have to make it up for her now, good luck.

YUNA —

you're applying the make up on your neck while yuna was taking a shower. you check what you look on the mirror and quickly sat down on the sofa, waiting impatienty for yuna.

you're pulling the prank during weekends so yuna isn't tired, you knew she was very grumpy when tired and even more worse when you bully her.

yuna stood by the door and folded her arms over her chest, glaring at you. what?

"what's wrong?" you ask straightening your position on the sofa. she walks over to you and sat beside you, then reached to touch the hickey on your neck, wiping it with ease and smirked.

"i knew it, your pranks don't work on me." yuna smugly says, you sigh, when is she not gonna notice you're going to pull a prank. well maybe she used her brain this time, why did you randomly get a hickey on your neck.

"aww, come on. i put all my efforts doing that makeup." you sigh when you stopped her, but looking at her shocked expression, you laughed.

"how dare you cheat on me!" she propped her hands on her hips and pouts at you, you laugh as she pretended to be hurt by it and slaps your face gently as a joke.

but for the next few minutes, she's telling you what she would feel if she didn't caught you.

"well, my first reaction would be, of course shocked, and sad. i mean who wouldn't. i would shout, "y/n, are you cheating on me?!" then talk to you about our relationship and then end it there." yuna explains with a laugh, staring while your mouth forms a small 'o'.

"just like that? you're not even gonna ask if it's a prank?" you ask. thank god she caught you, or else your relationship is literally over.

"no, i mean if your lover pulled a prank like that, they will most llkely cheat." yuna explains once more, and you seem to be struck by what she just had said.

"me? cheat on you? never think of the impossible to happen." you roll your eyes playfully and rested your head on her shoulder.

"i know that, and you probably won't right?"

"yes, baby, i will never."

[eyes-that-decieve]

((Alis statement time!))

((Massive TW for child neglect (you know, lonely stuff), narcissistic parenting (probably inaccurate representation of it but we ball), moths, blood, description of (severe amounts of) insect bites, trypophobia, missing eyes.))

She didn't really interact with me other than when she needed to. Dad did his best, but Mother tried to keep him as far away from me as she could. Claimed,'He would turn her little doll against her.' I could never keep any friends for longer than a week. They were so scared of Mother. She always chased away my friends.

[Tape recorder click, tape begins to whir]

Alis: Do you want my statement? I know you haven't had one for a bit, and I can see you're curious.

Styx: Only if you're comfortable with it. I don't want to force anything from you if you don't want to remember it.

Alis: It's a statement, you know I'm not. I'm going to give it to you anyway, say your words.

Styx: [Sigh] Fine. Statement of Alis, regarding their mother and events leading up to their Becoming. Statement taken direct from subject, the 21st of May, 2024. Statement begins.

Alis: I wasn't truly aware of how my family acted towards me for a long time. I was my mother's lovely little doll, to be dressed up in pretty frilly dresses and shown off in front of the relatives.

It was very lonely as a kid. Wake up, make myself breakfast, walk to school, then head home, make my own dinner, go to bed. Mother was always out, but I can't remember her explanations as to why. Looking back on the few I can recall, they don't sound quite right to me now. I know she wasn't drinking or anything like that. She was always sober and distant when she came home.

Whenever she was there, it was to dress me up for something. A party of some sort, usually. Wear the dress, chin up, elbows off the table, don't ruin the image. Our image, she said, but I never cared for that. Remembering now, it was always about her. Look pretty, show off her work to the relatives. She always seemed colder, more calculated when talking to me like that. She spoke in a very sweet voice and smiled at the relatives, though. They always fawned over her, cooing at me and saying what a pretty thing I was. Mother always beamed at the praise, as if it them saying I was pretty extended to her. Like a child showing off an art project and puffing up at the compliments over their work. She got enough compliments herself for her striking makeup and dresses that always seemed to almost float, moving like fog.

How can you be alone when you're surrounded by people? How can you be lonely if you are constantly talked to and told "you would look so much better if you lost a little weight" or "don't wear that, you'll embarrass us!"

Maybe two years ago, I started finding little dots on my clothes in the closet. Only on the dresses I never wanted to wear. I left whatever they were where they were, maybe out of spite, but I really didn't care. It's not like I wore them very often, and Mother would be able to buy new ones, though she would be livid about it. Mother knew best, but she would could DEAL WITH IT.

Maybe a few days later, the dots were gone, spiky green caterpillars in their place. I wasn't usually a big fan of bugs, but these ones never bit, only crawling on my hands if I sat next to them. They seemed to like me. Not long after, all the dresses were moth eaten, and after a week, they were completely ruined. They never touched my other clothes, only the ones that reminded me of what I hated.

After that, there were cocoons on my clothes. These were on the ones I wore, but I didn't even notice for a while. It just looked like white spots, like I must have accidentally spilled bleach on my sweater. But if I felt it, I could feel something under the white silk. I didn't want to disturb them, so I didn't put the clothes with the cocoons into the wash.

Two weeks, and the first of the moths emerged. They held on to my sweater as I was wearing it, letting orange and red wings dry in the air. I would take the remains of the cocoon off of the fabric after they were free, so Mother wouldn't see it. She had been home much more than usual those past few weeks, checking in on me more than she ever had.

I heard a loud crash from downstairs days later and came down there to see she had crushed one of the moths. Its wings were crumpled between her fist and the wall. She looked up at me, her eyes seeming to pin me to the wall, just like that moth. Somehow, I knew that was my first moth. Just like I knew she was blaming me for this. After that, I would always hide my moths whenever she checked on me. I started keeping their cocoons under my sweater vest when I wore it, so she wouldn't see. I was never scared of them, I was only scared she would kill them, and I would be alone again.

Last year, she wanted to have her birthday party at our house. She invited all her friends and family, it was to be a really fancy party. Not that all the other ones hadn't been, but she had her heart set on a bigger one.

When the time came for us to get ready, Mother would always get dressed and ready first, so she could help me and pretty me up to exactly what I should look like. This time, she came into my room in her usual clothes, holding an absolutely ruined dress. Apparently, some of my moths had gotten into her closet, too. She screamed at me that this was all my fault, and she was ruined. Her party was ruined. Her image, ruined.

She came in too fast for everyone to hide in time, a few still perched on my hair. She raised a hand as if to crush one of the moths near her, but I shouted at her to stop. I wasn't going to have any more friends chased away. I stood up to stop her, but I wasn't fast enough. She caught one of the moths between two hands, and pulled off one of its wings. That was the last straw. The entire swarm flew out from the closet, covering her until I couldn't even see her anymore under the flapping wings. She must have screamed, but I barely heard anything. I must've had more friends than I thought.

She fell at some point, all the moths on her back caught between her and the floor. After a few minutes, they all flocked back to me, leaving Mother crumpled on the floor.

Her skin was covered in small holes where pieces were bitten off, and parts of her cheeks were fully chewed through. Her clothes were fairly intact, just tattered at the edges. When she turned her head towards me, her eyes were GONE.

I ran from that house. I tried to run from my friends, but they found me. Something told me they wouldn't hurt me. Something told me they were my friends now. They are part of me.

Alis: Okay, that's it.

Styx: You seriously let me compel that out of you?!? [Sigh]

Alis: No, no, it's fine-

[Tape recorder clicks off]

[orivaa-kun]

BAD ATTITUDE | Chapter 1: About That Life

chapter word count: 8k warnings: mature (18+), violence, drinking, drug use, smut, fluff, angst, feels, rough s*x pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem OC, Geto Suguru x Fem OC, Nanami Kento x Fem OC, Fushiguro Toji x Fem OC series summary: Jujutsu Kaisen Yakuza AU where Riku Ozaki (OC) is really good at getting herself into trouble. Though the Ozaki family is ranked #10 out of the 15 clans of the Tokyo Yakuza syndicate in terms of power & strength; and the Gojo, Geto, and Zenin families fall at #1, #2, and #3 respectively; that doesn't keep her from getting in the mix with these highly ranked, highly dangerous men. Her clan's bodyguard, Nanami, can hardly keep up with all the compromising positions she constantly finds herself in. Will she ever learn her lesson? Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ba- fic playlist: Spotify YouTube

Riku groans when she hears her phone alarm chime for the fourth time tonight but begins to stir beneath the covers of her futon. All she wanted to do was rest after a long day of work – but it was that time of year again, the night of the annual gala for all Tokyo Yakuza clans.

Riku hears footsteps in the hall outside of her room, “You better be getting ready in there,” her cousin Umika warns, before swiftly sliding the screen door open and flicking on the lights. Umika sighs at the sight of Riku still in bed and shakes her head, “Typical.” Umika is already wearing her fitted, black maxi dress with lace sleeves that’s rose pattern beautifully curled around the deep tan skin of her arms. Her hair is blown out into big ringlet curls that fell around her face and reached her shoulders.

“The fuck are we celebrating, anyways… another year of crime?” Riku grumbles and throws the covers over her own head.

Umika sighs, crossing her arms as she stood in the doorway, “Riku, you know this is about showing respect to the top clans. Not going would be disrespectful in itself. Also, that crime paid for this house, so show a little appreciation, yeah?”

Riku doesn’t know why she tries to reason with Umika of all people, but continues to anyways, “But shouldn’t Uncle Jin be enough? He’s the leader of the clan, and you’re his heir!” She pulls the covers down to look at Umika.

“Look, I don’t make the rules. You get invited to the gala, you go. If you don’t, bad shit happens, and our whole family takes the hit. That’s it. Now get off your ass!”

Riku moans in feigned agony, “Fine.” She slips out of her futon, beginning to fold it up on the tatami covered floor.

“And you better hurry, too; my dad is already on the way there.” Umika begins to slide the screen door back, leaving Riku’s room, “We’re leaving in 15!”

“You hate me!” Riku shouts, dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah…” Umika waves the comment away, already down the hall once more.

When Riku appears in the main room, she’s wearing a champagne-colored, silk, and sleeveless mini dress that shimmered under the light. Without time to flat iron or do much of anything to her hair, she’d decided to wear her jet black curls in a neat, high bun, and dedicated the bulk of her 15 minutes to doing a quick ‘no-makeup’ makeup look. She fumbles her hand around in her white and black leather-lined clutch, making sure she has the essentials, “Umika, do you know where my black hee-”

Umika raises the pair of black, red-bottoms up in the air, already approaching the front door, “Let’s go.”

“Thank you, Umika~!” Riku smiles over at her cousin lovingly, which is promptly ignored.

Nanami glances up from his phone at Umika’s announcement, eyes widening briefly when he sees Riku. He stands and whistles, taking a moment to admire her long legs and the glow of her café au lait skin, “Wow, you look nice-”

Riku smiles, about to thank him but is cut off by his next words.

“-was beginning to think you only wore sweatpants and t-shirts.” The blonde teases, smirking. Nanami wore an all-black suit tonight, different from his usual tan and blue shirt combination. He’s only 4 years older than Riku (25) and 2 years older than Umika (27), but he’s always far more serious about his work, that is, unless he’s having a drink with friends or cracking jokes at Riku’s expense.

She frowns, “You know, Kento, a clan bodyguard should be a lot nicer than you are.” Riku heads to the door and retrieves her heels from Umika before slipping into them.

Nanami follows behind her to activate the automatic lock on the door, “A clan bodyguard protects the clan,” he shrugs, “sorry sweetheart, not obligated to do anything else.” He begins to set up the home security system from his phone app as they make their way outside.

“Isn’t our family still ranked 11th out of the 15 clans in Tokyo?” Riku asks, genuinely, “Why do we have to go to this thing after all these damn years?” She briefly looks over the massive, combined traditional and modern style Japanese property that she and the whole Ozaki clan call home – though, it had been a bit empty with Uncle Jin and others out on business. As always, Umika and Riku were left to handle the day-to day tasks of their family’s businesses while their elders have other issues to attend to.

The trio approaches the black Chevy SUV parked in the center of the driveway circle, and Nanami opens the back door for the two women, “Your family is ranked 10th now, and though the rankings are based on each clan’s strength and annual generated revenue, we all still work together…”

“…to contribute to the Tokyo syndicate.” Riku choruses the last part with Nanami as she slips into the car behind Umika, having heard this sentence uttered at least a hundred times by Tokyo clan leaders. She rolls her eyes, “I know. Just seems useless for us to be traveling an hour into and out of the city to play dress up and drink expensive champagne... when we could, you know, be resting so we can actually have the energy to run all our damn studios, museums, and concert venues, ya know?”

Nanami closes the door once Riku is inside then slips into the driver’s seat before starting the car, “Ri, I’m already working overtime protecting you two today – you don’t have to convince me.” He begins to steer the SUV out of the circle and onto the main stretch of driveway that led to a large glossy black and bronze gate that slowly began to open at Nanami’s press of a button beside the rear-view mirror.

“You’re mistaken, Riku,” Umika speaks up, in the midst of typing up an email for something that was most likely business related, “this is part of the job.”

Riku lets her cousin’s words sink in. Well, Umika isn’t wrong about that. For a minute, Riku wonders how many other members of the Tokyo Yakuza would rather not be at the gala tonight.

“Ken, can you turn the music up?” Riku asks; it would be a long ride, after all.

“Sure thing, Ms. Ozaki.” Nanami nearly coos with a bit of extra formality, mostly because he knows how much Riku hates being addressed by her clan and family name.

*

When they arrive at the Gojo clan’s estate – well, one of the Gojo clan’s many estates in Tokyo – Nanami exits the driver’s seat and opens the back door for Umika and Riku before offering his hand to help each of them step down from the SUV. He meets eyes with Riku when she takes his hand, “Ma’am.”

“Shut up, Kento.”

He smirks just barely, then closes the door and tosses the keys to the valet.

There are two guards in all black suits and shades who nod at each other after sizing the three of them up, then move to open the main door to the conglomerate of mansion-like buildings. If the Ozaki home is massive, this is… simply otherworldly. It would take hours just to walk through the entire estate once. While one of the guards taps the com in his ear and mumbles something about the rest of the Ozaki family invitees entering, Riku glances over the expansive acres of property that she had only seen a few times before in years past. She takes in and notes the obvious Roman and British influences on the structure of the main building’s pillars, marble work, courtyard, and ivory shading. As visually overwhelming as the estate is, she can’t deny it is the perfect place to host hundreds of wealthy yakuza assholes.

The main door opens and the talkative noise of gangsters chatting and live musicians playing in the great ballroom immediately hits their ears. Two women in uniform check them for weapons then greet and welcome them in the entryway. The artist in Riku can’t help but hate the elaborate combination of white marble and gold all over the floors and walls; it was too stuffy and there was hardly any real sense of artistic intention driving the floor plan nor décor of this mansion, other than money, “Ugh… they call this a home?” Riku says beneath her breath, mostly to Umika who walked beside her, “Gross. How could anyone seriously live here?”

“Shh!” Umika quickly retorts, “Not the time!!” She whisper yells between closed teeth.

A uniformed man with a tray of champagne flutes strides over, and Riku takes a glass while Umika waves her hand at the man to decline. If Riku has to be here, she at least wants something to bear it a little easier. She takes a long sip from the glass as Umika scans the ballroom for her father, finally catching sight of Jin Ozaki who just happens to be at one of the bars shaking hands with Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto – the youngest and strongest clan leaders of the Tokyo syndicate. That said, they are still about Nanami’s age. There’s an overwhelming presence from that side of the room in general, and Riku doesn’t want to be anywhere near it.

“Oh great, it’s your friends.” Riku remembered Nanami sharing that he’d gone to the same private school with Gojo and Geto. She takes another, much longer sip from her glass, nearly finishing it.

“I’m gonna say hi to dad and some folks. You coming?” Umika asks, with zero excitement in her voice.

“Over there? Absolutely not.” Riku shakes her head. Gojo and Geto are the strongest for a reason and isn’t just because of their clans’ combined manpower and money. It’s because of their dangerously powerful business skills and practices. They are ruthless when it comes to advancing their goals and clan business ventures and aren’t afraid to use violence to get what they want – or so Riku hears, “I’ll catch up with Uncle Jin at our table.”

Riku strides over to the seated area where a gala waitress directs her to her table. Riku thanks her when they arrive at a table with a card in the center that reads ‘10’… 10th place out of the 15 families… of course, she thinks, “Thank you, I don’t know you all remember all these names to be able to direct us so easily…” Riku says in an apologetic tone, sitting in the seat that had her name card in front of it. Of course, her seat faces the back of the room instead of the stage and she would have to twist her neck just to look at the front. She isn’t from a top ranked clan and isn’t even the heir of the family. It all makes sense, but that doesn’t make this petty seating bullshit any less annoying.

The waitress rubs the back of her neck with a shy laugh, “Hah, it’s just part of the job, ma’am. Can I get you anything to drink while you wait for the rest of the Ozaki family?” The dining area is practically empty as most are socializing over near the open bars and live music.

“Uh, yes. Can I get a really strong old fashioned, and another glass of champagne?” Riku tucks her clutch next to her in the seat and neatly folds her hands over her lap.

“Of course, Ms. Ozaki!” As soon as the words leave the waitress’s mouth, a man in uniform appears behind her and is already refilling her flute, “Just a moment for the old fashioned.” She smiles in a practiced yet kind way.

Riku nods and the woman disappears. Riku releases a soft sigh as her eyes trail over the whole ballroom, squinting a bit as she she now sees Nanami and Geto laughing and clinking glasses of whiskey, while Umika chats with some friends of hers on the opposite side of the room. Part of her wonders where Gojo and Uncle Jin had gone but she doesn’t try to think much about it. For all she knows they could be in a back room talking business or something.

Riku opens the clutch at her side to check her phone for the time. 21:40. It would be 20 minutes until the gala starts, “20 minutes closer to getting the fuck out of here…” She mutters under her breath.

“I haven’t seen you here before.”

Riku turns in her seat to find two men standing behind her, one with his hand on her chair, “Hi,” she manages in a voice that is more customer-service sounding than authentic. The man with his hand on her chair seems to be in his late 30s and wears a flashy burgundy suit, while the other looks to be in his 40s and has on a gold-colored tux. Both are fashion choices that make Riku want to throw up in her mouth a little bit.

“What’s your name, sexy?” The one in the burgundy suit questions with a crooked smirk; both men look like they’ve undoubtedly been in countless fights with the many tiny scars littered around their hands and faces.

“Reina, nice to meet you,” she lied instinctively, offering her hand to shake with the man in burgundy then the one in the gold suit. She did not want her real first name floating around with whoever these guys were friends with. “You two are…?” She waits for the men to share their names.

“Reina? That’s pretty,” the man in burgundy replies, “I’m Akio, and he’s Kaito. We’re Zenin clan muscle.” Of course. Even with all their internal and external issues, the Zenin clan deals in weapons and has continued to rank 3rd for over 20 years now. Their sheer brutality is undoubtedly a big reason behind it.

Kaito lifts Riku’s hand to his mouth to kiss, instead of shaking it.

Literally kill me right now. Riku thinks to herself, continuing to feign a smile, “Haha, thank you…”

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing all by herself?” Kaito steps closer, both men towering over Riku as she’s still sitting and they’re pretty tall, themselves.

“Just waiting on my family, and bodyguard to sit down.” Riku emphasizes the last part, but the men pay no mind. They were far too busy raking their all-too-conspicuous eyes over every inch of her body. This is what Riku dreads about these kinds of functions. She glances over to where she last saw Nanami, but he’s still drinking with Geto. What do we even pay him for?

“Right,” Akio dismisses Riku’s words with his tone, breaking his gaze with her to glance over at the table; he spots the big number ’10,’ “Ten… that’s the Ozaki family this year – right, Kai?’

“Mhm.” Kaito nods affirmatively, “Who knew they had girls like this in the Ozaki family?”

“Hard to tell when they’ve never ranked under 10 before.” Akio says, and the two man laugh. “Can’t even see if they’re ugly or not, since they’re so damn far from our tables at the front of the ballroom!” He adds and their laughter turns into an all-out guffaw.

Riku’s fake smile quickly falters into a glare, “Well at least I’m not in the same family as you incestuous, murder-loving motherfuckers with dicks for brains. What’s wrong? Got tired of keeping it in the family and wanna hit on me? What will your sister-wives think?” Riku mocks, boldly. The whole ‘keeping it in the bloodline’ thing is more of a yakuza rumor, but Riku knows how much Zenin folks hate hearing it.

The men’s laughter comes to an immediate halt. Kaito bends over so his face is hardly a few centimeters from Riku’s, and Akio’s knuckles turn white at the tightness of his grasp on Riku’s chair, the wood creaking beneath his strong grip, “The fuck did you say, bitch?” Kaito questions, nearly spitting the words at her.

“Yeah, I’m definitely not afraid to teach a low rank cunt a lesson, even if she is yakuza.” Akio says, still standing up straight but glaring down at Riku, “Might even be fun, too.” He grins, sickly.

And the danger of the situation doesn’t hit Riku until this very moment. She tries to remain calm and keep her facial expression cool, but it’s more than obvious that she’s completely pissed these Zenin guys off, and she can’t help but fear how they might react.

Once again, her mouth had gotten her into trouble. Oops.

“Hey gentlemen, why don’t we keep things respectful and give the lady some space, hm?” A new voice enters their conversation, one Riku had only heard at a distance. It’s an unmistakable one.

Satoru Gojo placed his hands on the backs of the two Zenin men, and they’re ripped out of their anger-ridden trance at the sight of the white-haired man. He wears a royal blue, fitted 3-piece suit that is perfectly tailored to his tall and toned body. Small black spectacles sit low on the bridge of his nose so his cerulean eyes peek through.

The Zenin men back away, “Whatever,” Kaito mutters, shaking his head. Nobody wanted to fight Satoru Gojo. And now was not the time nor place.

Akio starts to walk away from the table with his friend by his side, “Better pray we don’t catch you alone again…” he taunts.

“Or what?” Gojo asks honestly with a dangerous glint in his eye. Riku’s pulse thumps loudly in her head when she feels the light pressure of his large hand on her shoulder.

Akio shakes his head, “Nothin’.” And the men depart to another section of the ballroom.

Gojo waits until the men are at a distance before focusing his attention to Riku.

“You good?” He takes his hand off her shoulder.

“Yeah.” Riku quickly collects herself, regaining her composure. She clears her throat, “I mean I had that covered, but thanks.”

Gojo blinks down at Riku a few times in complete silence, then suddenly bursts into laughter.

Riku feels her cheeks redden. It was that obvious she was in trouble?

When Gojo recovers from his fit of laughter, he taps Riku’s shoulder, “But seriously, beautiful, you should be more careful about what you say to these guys – sick as most of ‘em are.” Gojo suddenly drops into a squat so that he and Riku are nearly at eye level, his gaze just below hers, “What’s your name?”

The sudden proximity to Gojo makes her stagger over her words, “Reina.” Riku isn’t sure why she lies this time, perhaps out of nervous instinct?

“Reina, right.” Gojo briefly furrows his brows, “Ozaki family so you help handle the arts businesses in our city, right?”

“Yep. And you are…?” Riku asks, stretching her arm in Gojo’s direction and obviously acting as a sort of jab at Gojo. Everyone here knew who Gojo was, regardless if they’d met him personally or not. But something about his cool and confident nature makes Riku want to take him down a few notches.

“Satoru Gojo,” he chuckles out before lightly squeezing her hand, “well, if you need anything tonight, come find me, alright?” He continues to hold eye contact with Riku while he lightly flicks the name card in front of her that clearly displays her real name, “Nice to meet you, Riku Ozaki.” He winks at her, then stands before striding off towards the opposite side of the room and continuing to greet yakuza.

Riku puts her face into her hands, “I’m a fucking idiot.”

Just then the waitress reappears with Riku’s old fashioned and sets it down on the table, “Everything alright, ma’am?”

“Just perfect.”

*

Riku uses her fork to gently fiddle with the shrimp pasta she’d selected from the three gala menu options; it was okay, just not very flavorful. She sits beside her Aunt Risako - who’s Uncle Jin’s wife and cousin Umika’s mom. Nanami sat on the other side of her.

“You’re not going to eat?” Aunt Risako asks, cutting into her ribeye steak, “It’s good!” She smiled over at her niece, her short brown bob framing her face.

The room had finally quieted down as countless members from the 15 Tokyo families sat around their respective tables, talking, eating, and drinking between various gala speeches. Riku mirrors her aunts smile in return, “I will in a bit, just not that hungry now.”

Uncle Jin had already presented his talk about the recent venues our family had acquired and how it continues to increase our family’s income and contribution in an exponential way, but most of the families chatted through; they were far more interested in the Zenin’s talk about weapons or the Geto family’s speech about their drugs. No one cared about the arts much until it came time for entertainment.

A trio of spinning poles had been set up on the stage and Riku watches as three women pole dancers in elaborately lacy, tight costumes stroll out to dance their practiced routine. Riku recalls two of the girls’ faces, remembering that she’s she stood in to teach a handful of classes at their family’s dance studio a couple of times. Regardless, many of the men flock towards the stage to get a closer look, gawk at, and throw bills at the girls. It makes Riku want to step out for a moment. They’re not strippers, they’re pole dancers. There’s a big difference.

She pushes her chair a bit away from the table before standing and retrieving her clutch.

“Where you going?” Nanami asked, currently taking a bite of salmon.

“Bathroom.” Riku says, already waking back towards the ballroom entrance where the powder rooms and restrooms were. Riku is about to enter one but spots a more secluded bar that appears to be in a side room. She slides through the half open door’s small opening, which reveals a small yet extravagant lounge room and spread of countertop, a collection of old and expensive bottles on display behind the bar. There are only five yakuza inside and one single staff behind the bar, and this puts Riku’s mind at ease as she was happy to be away from the noise. She sits down on one of the leather bar stools, surprised by how comfy it was.

“Anything for you, ma’am?” The man behind the counter asks, wiping a class with a white rag.

Riku is already five drinks in, having had three glasses of champagne and two old fashioneds… She decides to tone it down a bit as her face was already beginning to feel warm, “Do you have a… sparkling chenin blanc by chance?”

“We do.” He smiles, “Loire Valley and all. Want to give it a try?”

“Yes, please.”

The man nods and starts to retrieve a bottle from a refrigerated shelf that’s still somehow covered in a thin sheet of dust; Riku doesn’t want to think about how expensive it is.

“Rare grape.”

Riku only notices the man behind her when he speaks up, her heart jumping in surprise when she turns to see the other half of the duo she did not want to be around tonight.

“Rare, yes, but amazing when you find a good bottle.” Riku is glad she has a few drinks in her, as her reply definitely wouldn’t have been as calm without them.

Suguru Geto plops down on the seat beside Riku, eyes holding hers as he does so. He wears a deep red shirt and a gray suit that was nearly black, his suit jacket tossed on the bar stool on the opposite side of him to reveal the red dress shirt that’s fabric is rolled up to reveal his sleeves of colorful dragon tattoos beneath which stretch all the way up to his neck. His hands were clothed in black leather gloves, “You’re right about that.” He agrees, lips curing in a small smirk as his small black eyes seemed to smile at her, “What are you doing in here?” He questions. Geto quickly diverts his attention to the bartender and taps his glass for a refill of whatever whiskey he’s drinking.

“Just needed a breather.”

Geto eyes quickly dart around around the room before refocusing on Riku, “You got a bodyguard?”

Riku rubs her fingers over the stem of her wine glass when it’s placed in front of her, “Yes.” She sighs out, “But I can handle myself.”

Geto chuckles at Riku’s response, not expecting her to be so offended by the question, “Just looking out for you, sweetheart. This is a dangerous place.” He takes a closer look at her, before raising a brow, “Ozaki family, right?”

Riku’s eyes widen in genuine surprise by the fact that he knows, sure they hadn’t personally met before, “Yeah… how’d you know?”

He lifts a finger from his glass to poke in her direction as the bartender refills it, “Your posture. I know a dancer’s body when I see one.” He takes a swig after his glass is topped off.

Riku isn’t sure why Geto’s words make her blush, but they do. She takes a sip of wine to hide it.

“What’s your name?”

She doesn’t dare lie again, “Riku.”

“What characters do you use?”

“Dignity, or awe-inspiring for the ‘Ri’ and sky for the ‘ku.’”

“That’s fitting. You’re gorgeous.” Geto’s smirk grows, but only for a moment. His smile softens as he leans over, closing a lot of the space between them. Riku is sort of startled by how intimate the other is able to make something as trivial as a greeting. Geto pokes his hand in her direction, the words spilling so soft and kindly from his mouth that they truly feel like a compliment, “Very nice to meet you, Riku. Call me Suguru.” Geto’s long black hair falls over his shoulder and Riku gets a whiff of his cologne. Of course, he smells great.

“Nice to meet you, Suguru.” Riku slowly shakes Geto’s hand, internally screaming. She could not take being so close to the drug clan’s leader for this long. Though it was just a greeting, her heart was doing backflips out of surprise, attraction, fear…? She’s unsure of which one; perhaps all three. First Gojo, now him?

“Tell me about yours-” Geto starts, but both of their thoughts are silenced by the sound of an automatic gun shooting into the air of the main ballroom.

Their eyes widen, and Riku is frozen in her seat with fear. Through the small opening of the door, she’s able to spot suited men with rifles enter the ballroom en masse, the whole room beginning to stir with yells and screams. The thunder of a hundred footsteps sounds as yakuza leaders, wives, and their adult children trample towards the main doors.

Before she realizes it, Geto is already at the side of the door in a safe position. He retrieves his handgun from his waistband and holds it expertly between his hands, ready to shoot anything or anyone that may enter the side room they were in.

The bartender and few other folks in the room had already fled, leaving just the two of them.

“You need to get out of here gorgeous.” Geto says, nodding towards the exit opposite to the door he currently stands by – that leads to the great ballroom where gunshots continuously sound. Riku is still frozen.

“Riku? Riku!” When she snaps out of her daze, Geto is at her side, her arm in his tight grasp, “I said you need to get out of here!” He shouts over the screams and shots in the ballroom. Wasn’t this supposed to be a weaponless event?!

“B-But my family!!”

“You better hope your bodyguard is protecting them,” He begins, but is cut off when two men notably from the Zenin clan appear, guns raised in Geto’s direction.

Geto doesn’t hesitate, using one hand to move Riku behind his back to shield her and the other to quickly shoot down the two men, hitting one in the hand and the other in his abdomen.

Riku watches in horror as their blood begins to spread over the marble floor, the color draining from her face.

“Zenin clan? What the fuck…?” Geto trails off in thought, not scared like Riku but equally astonished by this recent turn of events.

The two of them are both alarmed when Gojo barges through a third door Riku didn’t notice before, the white-haired man’s black spectacles now gone and his suit a bit disheveled – most likely from fighting.

His piercing blue eyes dart to Riku in confusion, “You…?” He shakes the distraction from his head before looking over at his friend, breathing heavily from previously running.

“The fuck is going on, Satoru??!”

“It’s Toji. Toji and a bunch of muscle from the Zenin clan are staring an uprising.” He walks closer to his friend and Riku, who’s still tucked behind his Geto’s back.

“Fuck.” Geto releases Riku to roughly run a hand through his hair.

“The hell are you doing here?!” Gojo peers down at Riku in confusion, anger, and concern, but mostly anger, “Your family’s already outside!”

Riku was relieved to at least hear that and opens her mouth, about to explain herself; Geto cuts her off, “We need to get her the fuck out of here.” He says, surprisingly calm.

Gojo releases an exasperated sigh, shaking his head and looking at Riku in a pissed sort of way that explains everything he isn’t saying: that she would slow them down, “Jesus Christ, beautiful, you sure are fucking good at getting your ass into trouble.” He grabs her arm, pulling her into his side before starting to make his way towards the 3rd door he’d just entered through that leads to a connecting meeting space.

Gojo and Geto are on high alert as they maneuver though the space, stopping behind tables and desks to occasionally scan the room for any hidden intruders. When a bald man in a bright orange suit enters, Gojo tosses Riku into Geto, and she yelps. Geto’s thick tattooed arm locks around her waist and pulls her into him as his friend handles the bald man with a few powerful punches and a harsh kick to his side. The man falls to the floor, immediately falling unconscious.

This continues through a series of connecting rooms, Riku practically being thrown between Gojo and Geto as they punched and shot their way through the mansion, most likely aiming for the building’s back exit. Geto feels Riku’s body tremble with fear one of the times he’s holding her and can’t help but feel for her. It’s obvious she isn’t used to this kind of violence and if this is what it means to be a member of one of the higher ranked families, then Riku wants no parts of it.

“Don’t worry, babe. We got you.” He tries to reassure her, briefly squeezing the arm he had wrapped around her waist while Gojo took out a duo of men in black suits.

Riku vaguely feels her phone vibrate from inside her clutch but it’s the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. She looks up at Geto, who’s eyes were still scanning the room. Riku could tell the soft smile on his lips was directed to her and nodded.

Suddenly, a side door busts open with a loud bang and five men pour in with guns drawn.

“Shit, beautiful, maybe not…” Suguru says so only Riku can hear.

“Everyone, hands up!” One of the armed men shout, pointing his gun in the direction of Gojo, who pushes his arms into the air in mock surrender.

“Hey, now, why don’t we settle this the old-fashioned way?” He asks with a smirk, as he was currently unarmed.

“Fuck you, Gojo.” The main man says, ignoring Satoru’s offer as fighting the strongest yakuza in Tokyo hand-to-hand was basically the same thing as letting him win, “Keep your hands up.”

Three of the men point their guns in Geto and Riku’s direction, “You two, too! Drop the gun, Geto!”

Geto does as the men say, allowing the silver handgun to thump to the floor before pushing his hands in the air. Riku follows suit, swiftly hiding her phone between her breasts before discarding her clutch altogether and raising her hands in the air.

“Out!” The fifth man commands, motioning with his gun for the three of them to exit the room and return to the main banquet hall.

The three of them slowly trail out and are led through the now completely abandoned ballroom - except for the five Zenin muscle that brought them here and one other man. Riku can tell the man is ripped just from his broad back alone. He turns and Riku sees the man she’d only heard rumors about prior to this moment.

A wicked grin spreads across his face at the sight of Gojo and Geto, and he starts to laugh, smile curving the large gash-like scar at the corner of his mouth. Toji. The undoubtedly powerful man wore a black suit like the bulk of his men, but it was visibly far more expensive than the rest. The tailored clothing just barely contained the thickness of his muscled form.

“Ah, just the people I’ve been meaning to see.”

“Awful to see you too, asshole.” Gojo replies with a smirk.

“What the fuck do you want now, Toji?” Geto asks, a look of disgust on his face. Guns still pointed at them so the three kept their hands raised.

“Well money of course, for one, but before that,” his eyes move to Riku. He walks over to her, a lustful, downright disgusting look in his eyes, “who do we have here?” He smooths his calloused, scar-littered fingers under Riku’s chin, trailing them down to her chest. She tries to push the man away, but he quickly grabs both her wrists in one of his hands, smirk only growing as Riku scowled up at the tall, bulky man.

“She’s no one,” Satoru starts, trying to protect her, “just a low rank clan family member. This isn’t about her.”

“Hey, fuck you, I’m not no one…” Riku starts, only realizing what Gojo was trying to do after the words slip from her lips. Her eyes widen.

Toji laughs again, closing the space between the two of them, “I like this one… She’s got some spunk to her.” Toji glances to Gojo and Geto with an evil look, “Would be fun to break her.”

“Toji you-” Gojo begins to move but freezes to the click of a handgun being loaded beside his ear.

“Whoa there, careful! Wouldn’t want to lose your brains now, would you?” Toji shouts, tone both overdramatic and disgusting, “Now, back to you, pretty…” He returns his gaze to Riku. Even if she’s no one to Gojo and Geto, Toji likes fucking with the duo’s sense of justice and knows they’d try to protect her regardless, “What’s your name?”

Riku spits in his face before responding, “None of your fucking business, prick.” She grumbles in anger, attitude as bad as ever. A small, satisfied smirk finds her lips as she watches her spit roll down Toji’s scarred face.

Geto exchanges looks with his friend, his exasperated expression saying everything words didn’t need to: Is this bitch crazy? Spitting at Toji??!

Toji’s grin turns into an unsatisfied look, clicking his tongue at Riku’s actions, “Now that’s not the answer I was looking for…” He shakes his head, removing his trailing fingers from Riku’s body before brutally smacking his palm over Riku’s cheek with a hard thump.

Riku’s head twists to the side, and she immediately begins to taste blood in her mouth as it is, without question, the strongest slap she’s ever received in her life. Pain jolts in the bones of her neck and she already begins to feel the skin of her face bruise and swell.

Toji grabs Riku’s face, and she feels like he could crush her skull in his hand if he wanted to. A tear streams down her swollen check at the intense pain. The man with spiky black hair repeats himself, an angered look in his eyes in response to Riku’s disrespectful action, “Your name.” He demands.

“Ymvr…” Riku mutters, barely able to speak with Toji’s grip on her jaw.

“What was that?” He leans in closer to the girl with a smirk as she writhes in pain, ear pushing closer to her lips.

“Your mother.” She finally manages, using Toji’s grip on her hands to steady herself as she quickly raises her legs, the bulky man now unintentionally holding her weight in the air as she swiftly sends the strongest kick she can manage to his balls.

“Agh!!” Toji’s face twists and he yells in agony, both him and Riku collapsing to the floor.

Gojo and Geto exchange looks again, both using the surprise of this situation as an opportunity to take out the two men directly behind each of them, first twisting and jabbing their arms to steal their guns away. They quickly make work of the rest of the five men, shooting some in non-vital places and kicking others.

All the while, Toji is groaning from the floor, “You bitch…!” He spits between clenched teeth, hands cupping his crotch.

Riku stumbles to her feet, abandoning her one remaining high heel before making a dash for the back door, “Coming?” She questions as she quickly breezes past Gojo and Geto, who had just finished kicking the last of the Zenin muscle.

“Yeah, let’s get the fuck outta here.” Gojo says with a final kick, and the two run out the door behind Riku.

“Uhh, car?!” Riku half asks, half yells once they’re outside, praying one of the two men had one nearby.

“Mhm, this way,” The dark of the night sky temporarily camouflages the men outside of Geto’s red shirt and Gojo’s white hair, that is, until Riku’s eyes adjust. Gojo reaches forward, “Matter of fact…” he grabs Riku’s waist and throws her over his shoulder, already beginning to move in an all-out sprint.

Riku yelps at suddenly being manhandled, now only able to see the white of Geto’s smirk as he ran behind Gojo. He thought this was funny?!

“What are you doing?!” She whisper-yells.

“Sorry, babe, easier to move this way.” Gojo gives the back of Riku’s thigh a small smack, that makes her face turn bright red with embarrassment.

Geto tries to hold back a laugh but fails after seeing the look on Riku’s face.

Finally they arrive at a large garage and Gojo hits a code into a keypad at the side of the building, Riku still over his shoulder. The door slowly rises off the ground and they slip in, Gojo grabbing the keys to his Lamborghini Urus before unlocking the doors.

Riku is thrown into the back seat and before she can get her bearings together, the engine is starting and the SUV wheels screech forward from a halt and out of the driveway.

Geto looks back at Riku from the passenger seat, “Buckle up, Riku, this guy’s a shit driver.” He smirks.

“That’s not true, I’m a great driver. Especially in these conditions—“ Gojo says with a sharp turn of the wheel and suddenly they’re speeding through the grass of the courtyard. Riku hears a few gunshots sound in the distance and buckles up before putting her head down. There's the yelling of a few Zenin clan men and the gunshots continue, a few bullets even piercing the back of the window, but none pass through.

Gojo chuckles when he quickly glances at Riku in the rear-view window, “It’s bulletproof, babe.” He explains, then takes another sharp turn to a roughly 400-meter-long driveway that leads to the main road.

Riku slowly sits up, worriedly looking out each of the windows before seeing that they were finally at a good enough distance from the Gojo estate. She takes a shaky, deep breath to calm herself down, almost wanting to cry at everything that had just transpired.

“Hey,” Geto’s tattooed arm reaches back, and he brushes his leather-covered thumb over Riku’s swollen red cheek, “You alright, beautiful?”

She looks up at him, the fear finally beginning to fade from her eyes. She’s safe with them. Riku nods, shakily.

“What a night!” Gojo laughs, “I mean who the fuck was expecting that?”

“Right?” Geto grins at his friend.

Riku furrows her bows, “You both think it’s funny? All those people hurt and in danger?!”

Gojo’s smile fades, “Oh no, that? That was absolutely fucked up… Also you don’t think I’m upset they pulled that shit in my house?” He switches from anger to charm so quick it’s almost scary, “But come on, Riku, that ‘your mother’ line was fucking priceless and you know it.” Gojo smirks again.

Geto laughs, still looking back at her from the front passenger seat, ���You’re a legend, Riku. I don’t know how many people living can say they kicked Toji in the balls.”

Gojo laughs but his hand grips the gearshift so hard that his knuckles are white. He isn’t kidding; Riku understands that Gojo is probably the angriest yakuza in Tokyo tonight.

Riku joins in on their laughter with a small giggle, trying to ease the mood.

Geto turns back around to face the front but squeezes Riku’s thigh before looking to his friend, “Satoru, let’s get her some ice and take her home.”

“Yeah,” Gojo agrees and adjusts his mirror to get a better look at Riku, “fucked to see a pretty face bruised up like that.” He pauses, thinking for a moment, “You hungry at all, beautiful?”

“Starving.” Riku admits, regretting not having eaten her meal at the gala.

“Good, ‘cause I know a place and got a few calls to make.”

Geto looks at his friend knowingly, “You need some of my men?”

Gojo shakes his head and lowers his tone, giving Geto a hard look, “Not in front of her. She’s already in the mix of things enough as it is.”

Geto nods.

Gojo raises his voice again, “We’ll take you to one of our favorite spo-"

He’s cut off by Riku’s phone that loudly vibrates in her chest. She’d forgotten it was there. Riku retrieves the iPhone from inside her bra and sees ‘NANAMI’ flash across the screen. She quickly slides her finger across to talk. Before she can say anything—

“Riku! Fuck, finally!! Where are you?!!” He yells through the line.

“Nanami, I’m good, I’m fine… I’m in the car with Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo.”

“You’re what!?”

“It’s fine! They’re going to take me home, okay?”

“Is that Nanamin? Tell him I say hi!” Gojo happily beams, shouting from the driver’s seat.

Apparently Nanami hears that because he groans, “Jeez, Ri, what the hell happened?!”

Riku sighs, “A lot. But the gist is… Toji slapped me in the face, I kicked him in the balls, and we got away.”

“You WHAT??!?!!”

Riku laughs awkwardly, “But we got away and things are fine for now. They’re gonna take me home after we stop and get some ice for my face.”

Nanami is silent for a moment, and Riku can sense his anger through the phone, “Put Satoru on the phone, right fucking now.”

Riku hands her iPhone to Gojo, who quickly takes it and answers with a bright, bubbly tone, “Nanamin! How are you?”

“Look. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, or what business you have to do to clean this shit up, but if Riku comes back here tonight with anything more than a bruised cheek, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Gojo smiles at the seriousness in Nanami’s tone, “Wow, Kento, I didn’t know you cared about your job so much… What are you in love with her or something?” Gojo grins over at Geto in the passenger seat, “Yeah, yeah, Riku delivery service is on the way.” He glances back at her for a moment before refocusing on the road, “We won’t let anything happen to her. But you know, it’s the fault of her smart-ass mouth that made Toji slap her, anyways.” He shrugs.

“…That unfortunately sounds about right.”

“Well, okay, Nanamin! You’re kind of breaking up,” Gojo shouts, turning up the music from the car stereo as he held the phone between his head and shoulder, “so, talk to ya later!” Once he’s finished increasing the volume to near-max levels, Gojo retrieves the phone once more and hits ‘end’ on the call before tossing it back to Riku, who swiftly clasps it between her two hands.

Riku rolls her eyes and sits back into her seat, knowing she was in for a wild ride in more ways than one.

[heisenberg-simp257]

Hello hello! Requesting Karl Heisenberg x f!reader where she brings him to one of alcina's yearly balls after begging alcina nonstop to let him attend and they get all dressed up, karl with his hair slicked back without his hat, In a Grey suit (or any color really) and the reader is just standing there gawking at him until her snaps her out of it and they head to the ball together, him teasing her on the way.

Maybe when they get there they don't really dance and watch the others dance before them, but near the end when most are done dancing and going about the ball mostly spread out, Karl would take the readers hand and lead her to dance?

Somewhat like this?

Sure!💖 I’ll do my best and I hope it’s acceptable!

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The Night of The Ball

You have a magical night with Heisenberg when he’s finally allowed to attend one of Alcina’s balls.

“Why do I even want to go?” Heisenberg said while he looked in the mirror, hating everything about his appearance right now. You, who was not far away with your back to him, just giggled.

“Because I’ll be there...and don’t get me started on all the begging I had to do to get permission.” You said as you slid a flowy white dress over your figure. Then you made sure each part was hugging your curves correctly, doing your best to keep things modest.

So, here’s the story of what’s going on.

Set many years before Rosemary Winters was even a thought, Miranda and the four lords ruled over a living village. There was plenty more people than what we saw, and the lords were less cruel. Alcina Dimitrescu held yearly balls to keep high morale within the place. Usually, it’s ladies and other higher elites that are allowed within her castle. The other lords, excluding Miranda, were not allowed. 

Donna came one year, and the doll show told Alcina that it would be the last year she ever showed up. 

You were always invited and each time you tried to persuade the lady of the castle to allow your lover, Lord Heisenberg, to attend with you. Obviously, she hated the man with all her being, so it took so much pleading and begging until she finally gave in.

That, and you promised to help her clean up the ball when it was over.

However, her conditions were simple. He had to behave, dress appropriately, and converse with NO ONE other than you. You knew that Heisenberg would say that this was bullshit, as he did when you told him the news, but he really can’t say no to you when you start to pout.

“I’m sorry about that...fucking bitch.” He said sincerely before muttering out that last part towards his “sister”. You laughed a bit as you went to a small bedside mirror, looking at your hair and makeup. 

“Get that out now...she’ll kill both of us if you cuss at her doing the event.” You said with a shake of your head. Heisenberg merely scoffed. After a few minutes, you smiled at your reflection. Your hard work resulted in a beautiful young woman. 

“How do I look?” You heard his voice ask in a depressing manner. As you turned around, you were stunned by the man you saw.

Heisenberg was actually wearing a suit. One that was grey in color that he no doubt bought from The Duke at quite a price. You knew he owned nothing like that in his wardrobe. His hair was more cleaned up and slicked back, with his facial hair also being cleaned up a bit. The dark frames he usually wore were nowhere to be seen.

“Say something dammit.” He growled with a flustered expression when he realized you were just standing there and gawking at him. You blinked a couple of times, closed your dropped jaw, and tried to swallow back the redness in your cheeks.

“You look absolutely handsome.” You complimented him sincerely, which made him even more flustered. He just waved you off, clearing his throat slightly as he reached for his hat. 

However, you were quick to snatch it away from him.

“Do you want to ruin your whole outfit?” You asked him in a motherly tone, causing him to huff. You knew how badly Heisenberg wanted to hide under his hat, but tonight was not the night for that.

“You’re right. Can’t make you look bad.” He said after a while, winking at you after he looked up and down at your dress. You blushed profusely as you threw his hat into the corner, causing an outburst from him.

However, after a little squabble later, you guys were off.

“While the dress looks great on you...I know you would look even better without it...” He said slyly to you. As for you, you swore that you’ve heated the snowy outside with how red your face is. 

Heisenberg hasn’t stopped teasing you since you guys left.

You couldn’t blame him. After knowing the man for a while, it was obvious that his way to boost his confidence when he was feeling insecure was to tease you relentlessly, so he had the higher ground. It usually worked, and usually you would do it back to him, but he was so out of his comfort zone right now that you just let him have this victory.

When you guys reached the castle, the lady herself greeted you. However, as was with her wishes, she hardly spared you guys any words or attention besides opening the door to her estate.

“Lady Dimitrescu.”

“Lord Heisenberg. Lady L/N.”

These were the only words that were exchanged, and you have to say that you were quite pleased that Heisenberg held his tongue. However, as he looked around at all the fanciness, you could tell a million thoughts (some probably not too nice) were running through his mind. You would probably get to hear them all later tonight.

However, it was clear to see that he was getting a bit overwhelmed, so you guys hung out in the back. But the gorgeous fireplace, the bright chandelier, and the people who were all dressed up and dancing made you long to go out and do the same.

But you knew Heisenberg would not be up for that, considering the fact that he was indulging himself in some of Lady D’s exquisite wine.

You guys would talk, him whispering some remarks in your ear so others wouldn’t hear, resulting in a red face from you. But you caught him watching the dancers as well, wondering how people could even move like that. You were wondering the same thing, but you knew that you would be just happy in his arms, not caring if the steps were right or not.

Soon, most of the dancing seemed to fade. The people who were owning the floor have begun to spread out, making the open space much more breathable. However, just as you accepted the idea of not dancing, you felt your hand being pulled. Looking up, you saw that Heisenberg was dragging you out towards the open floor.

“What are you doing?” You whispered at him in shock.

“I don’t fucking know.” Was his quiet response. Some wandering eyes glanced over, Alcina as well, who nearly dropped her wine glass when she witnessed who was about to dance. 

Obviously, neither one of you knew what to do now.

Heisenberg grabbed your hand in his, the other finding your waist as your open hand went for his shoulder. Now, the hard part would be the movement. The two of you stepped in sync, surprising, for the most part. Swaying here and there to the gentle music. He looked content, focusing on you and you alone.

Then you accidentally stepped on his foot.

“Ah fuck it.” He muttered before moving his hands, one behind your back while the other went for under your legs. You squealed as you were lifted up bridal style.

“Karl! What are you doing?” You whisper-shouted at him as your arms went for around his neck. He simply grinned at you, that familiar cockiness returning.

“This is my solution to keep my toes safe.” He told you as he continued to twirl around with you in his arms, your dress flowing about. You were embarrassed at first, but the longer he kept this up, the more you enjoyed it.

In fact, you came to rest your forehead against his, which had the dance end in a kiss. Short and polite for such an event.

The night ended so magically, and you never expected such actions from the metal man who lived in a factory working with dead bodies. But tonight, you felt like Cinderella. In fact, Alcina was so impressed with his behavior, that she already said it was alright for him to come back next year.

“You enjoyed yourself?” You asked him on the way back. Heisenberg wrapped an arm around your small shoulders.

“More than I thought in this monkey suit.” Heisenberg muttered, returning his attention back to the outfit he would never wear if he had a choice. You just giggled, a hopeful look in your eyes.

So...next year?”

“Absolutely fucking not.” 

Don’t worry, you have a whole year to convince him. 

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 21. brb x oc

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They arrive home almost at six in the morning, absolutely exhausted and barely able to keep upright to remove their clothes. Neither put on their pajamas, they just fell asleep wearing their underwear, face still stained with make up as they fell asleep immediately as their heads touched the pillows.

It was exactly like time didn’t passed when they woke up, the sun was high in the sky but honestly it could be either two hours after they got to bed, Beatrice couldn’t figure it out. She just groaned, rubbing her make up covered face on the white pillow cases without really thinking about it, tapping her hand on the nightstand until she found her phone. Rooster’s head was nestled right on the curve of her shoulder, his soft breathing touching her skin as she grabbed the phone.

After squinting for a few seconds because of the luminosity she finally could check the time…and her eyes widened immediately. It was eleven in the morning, which meant that they only had a few minutes to get ready and meet her parents, “Shit. Roos!” she tries to get up but like always his hold on her is too tight for her to move and Beatrice groans, “Rooster, we have to wake up!”

“A few more minutes…”

“Handsome,I love you and I’d love to stay but if we don’t we’re going to get bombarded by my mother as to why we are late.” she explains the best she could, prying his arms from around her with some difficulty and a lot of voiced complaining from her still sleeping husband. She turns to look at the pillowcase with a frown seeing that her makeup was just smeared all over it, “God damn it.” 

“Bea…” he tries again, reaching for her hand but she’s already up, “Baby.”

“And I had to sleep in a bra? Why do I hate my boobs so much?” was what he heard once she’s away from him, hurried footsteps disappearing into their ensuite bathroom. He groans, finally pushing himself to his elbows and running a hand on his sleep messed up hair the best he could, blinking his eyes hard before he rolled onto a seated position.

He could hear the shower running and Beatrice just murmuring to herself as how she just had to wake up late before they had lunch with her parents, “Baby do you want me to give Jojo her breakfast?” he asks from the door, giving his reflection a double take when he sees the purple eyeshadow he used under his eyes was now all gone.

“Please, Brad? I need to get ready quickly.”

He didn’t spend too much time watching her silhouette - as much as he wanted to - because his brain was working now, he remembered what they were going to do that morning and eventually stepped back to reach Jolene downstairs. The dog mama was already awake, sitting in front of her silver bowl licking her maw with her tail tapping on the floor, “Hey there mama.” he says sweetly, leaning down to pet her head, “How are you doing today?”

Jolene growls out a response, then whines with her paws tapping while she’s still seated, anxious to have her first meal of the day. Now that they knew Jolene was pregnant, they had to add more nutrients to her diet - and add a bit more food because well, she’s growing puppies inside of her. He leans down to pet her head, Jolene looking at him expectantly after he pours the dog food in her bowl, the two sharing a look, “Okay,go.” and she dives in, crunching the food with so much gusto he almost felt like he was intruding her private time. 

When he turns back to their room he could hear Beatrice moving about hurriedly, muttering to herself what she could use for lunch, and once he stepped in he saw her holding at least five different outfits in her arms, holding each one in front of her body and tossing it to the armchair by the side of the room, “Oh my God, I don’t know what to wear! How’s the weather outside??”

He took one look out of their window, crossing his arms over his chest, “...not too chilly,I think.’

“...then I can use a dress- no, maybe cotton pants?”

“Bea,” she looks up at him with her eyes wide, “Why are you so nervous? It’s not only because of us being late, is it?”

She stands there, holding the clothes in her arms with a frown still present “...I don’t know, I guess, they are going to bombard us with questions Roos.” she begins, “About…what we plan to do.”

Ah.

Rooster smiles, stepping closer to Beatrice and kissing the top of her head, gently taking the clothes from her arms, ‘Gorgeous, it’s fine.” she makes a noise in her throat, almost in disbelief. “It will be fine, you know we dealt with worse before.”

Beatrice knew, she knew he was right but her anxiety was slowly crawling up her arms, her legs, her spine like a bunch of spiders ready to bite and leave her completely unconscious. She remembers Evelyn’s words about how this was about them and no one else. There is nothing more that could be done, especially because she would be the one getting pregnant not anyone else.

“Also,” he picks one of the outfits, “I like this dress for you.” it was a light pink one with tiny blue flowers and billowing sleeves that showed her shoulders. A very peasant like top and flowy bottom. Beatrice smiles up at him, thankfully and he leans down to kiss her lips, “I’m going to shower, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” and he kisses her again, humming happily against her mouth before he finally steps back. Beatrice holds the dress he suggested with her left hand while her right arm keeps the rest of the folded outfits close to her chest. She sighs, sitting down on the bed with her eyes turned downwards, she knew he was right and she knew she had the power to prevent this anxiety from showing up.

But there it was.

She hated how much power her anxiety still had on her and that even that it was better to handle than before she still couldn’t really get rid of it, it was still there, still present in every situation. It had gotten a lot better from years ago, her therapy sessions have been helping it so much but she just didn’t want to worry so much, she didn’t want to worry about what her parents would say to them especially. 

“…I’ll be fine.” She whispers to herself “I'll be fine. I can handle this.” Even if her stomach was cramped with nerves, even if she could feel her heart beating a bit faster and her breathing get quicker, she could do it. She had to do it. She was an adult now, she was married, she had a job and a good life with Bradley.

She could handle whatever would be thrown their way.

-

Beatrice waits outside her parents house for Bradley to join her, she could hear voices from inside, more than her parents “Leo is there.” She announces when he steps closer to her “And Michael, he probably picked them all up with his car.” She gestures to the red truck parked not too far from them “My parents didn’t say they would be there.”

“Well, with their new granddaughter being born it’s understandable why they’d want that.” He smiles, placing a hand on her lower back and looking down at her face “You okay?”

“I’m mentally preparing myself.” She murmured as the two walked up the stairs to the front door where the voices got louder and the dog barking more prominent “For whatever they will ask us.”

Bradley chuckles, kissing the side of her head “I’m with you here.” He reassured her, interlacing their hands together and giving it a gentle squeeze “It'll go smoothly.” 

She offered him a small smile, mentally hoping it’d go that way without her parents questioning when the next row of grandchildren was coming. Before Beatrice could even press the doorbell, she saw three heads appearing on the window, two of them huge and resembling Jolene and one being blonde with big green eyes. 

Bianca squealed so loudly it scared the dogs, she rushed to the door where they could hear her struggling to open before eventually doing so, yanking it open hard enough to make it hit the wall behind it. Her squealing continued, running out of the house to first hug her aunt and then immediately run to Rooster. Beatrice didn’t mind, especially because Bianca took Rooster as one of her favorite people from the second they met.

And watching him pick her up and let her latch onto his neck like a little monkey was precious and only added tithe growing baby fever inside of her. He was so good with kids, it was unfair. Bianca happily told them that her parents were there, and Michael was there and her little sister was there! And now she was happy they got there too! “Nonna is making spaghetti! I helped!”

“Did you Bibi?” Beatrice questions with a grin, holding her niece's smaller hand when she reaches over, Rooster already settles the blonde girl on Beatrice’s arms and they felt it’d be a back and forth for a while “Are they all outside?”

“Yes!“

Her niece wriggles in her arms like a worm trying to escape a hook, proceeding to slide from under her aunt’s arms onto the floor when Beatrice lowers her down enough. She runs outside, letting everyone know that they were there by screaming ‘PRINCE ROOSTER AND AUNT BEA ARE HERE!!’ 

“She’s never going to call me uncle, is she?”

“Probably not.” she chuckles, “Does it bother you?”

“How many people can say their uncle is royalty, gorgeous? I’d do the same thing.” he replies quickly, giving Beatrice a wink as he once again took hold of her hand, the two walking to the double doors that led to the patio, “Oh it smells so good here.”

And as if by magic, Claudia shows up by the kitchen door, wearing an apron with the writings ‘your opinion is not in the recipe’ wiping her hands on a napkin with her eyes widening and mouth parting in a gasp, “Tesoro! Bambino! Oh!” she tosses the napkin away and rushes to them, immediately wrapping her arms around their necks to bring them down to her stature, “Oh you two came, oh I am so happy,” she then kisses their cheeks over and over, “Come on in, come on in, did your father opened the door for you?”

“Oh, uh, no mama it was Bibi actually, didn’t you hear her screaming that we arrived?” but with the soft music coming from the kitchen it was obvious that she didn’t, so Beatrice let that slide. 

“She’s been very active since her little sister was born, now, go wait outside.” Pomodoro and Marinara stood on each side of them wagging their tails as if they were the guardians leading them to Valhalla, “And I’ll bring lunch shortly, okay?”

“Sure,mama.” Beatrice watches her mother disappear back into the kitchen and then turn to Rooster, “We better go before someone else carries us out.”

“Michael, probably.”

Beatrice laughs with the two of them finally arriving at the patio and her hand broke free from Rooster’s when suddenly her husband was just lifted from the ground by a very happy Michael who carried the tall pilot as if he weighed less than nothing, “Bradley!” he shouts, “My favorite brother in law,-”

“Everyone is your favorite,Mikey.”

‘Shut up,Leo.” Michael’s face drops for a second only to smile back at his brother in law, “I have a beer set and ready for you, bro. I’m going to get it.” He puts Bradley back down, who honestly is still shocked that he was picked up by Michael, only saying a quiet thanks as he regains his bearings.

Beatrice stands on the side, smiling at him, only for her father to get up and greet the two, “Tesoro.” he pecks her forehead then hugs her, “Bradley.” and the pilot is quickly back on his feet, clasping Rafael’s hand before he was tugged into a hug himself, the older man patting his upper back fondly, “I half expected you to not to come.”

“Well,” Beatrice smiles at her husband when he pulls the chair for her, thanking him under her breath as she adjusts her body on the soft chair, “We were at a party last night and we lost a bit of time. But we’re here now!” she smiles, looking around for a bit, seeing that Michael handed Bradley a frosty beer bottle and was laughing with him at a distance and Leonardo was alone, “Where’s Cyn?”

“She’s in my old room, changing Éwoyn.”

“She poops a lot auntie!” Bianca grinned, standing on her seat and leaning her hands over the table to bounce on the soft cushion of her chair, “She poops sooooo much!”

Beatrice smiles, the difference of Bianca in relation to her little sister was great and very welcome to see. She feels more than sees Rooster sit down next to her, asking her if she wanted a beer herself and Beatrice paused, her stomach churning just at the thought, “Oh, no, I think I’ll keep with juice today.” she says, “I think I’m a bit iffy with alcohol lately.”

Cue to his brown eyes turning worried, setting the beer down with a slight frown, “Everything okay? Are you feeling sick?”

“Not sick, I think it’s just my body asking to have a break from alcohol that’s all. Working at the bar and such, maybe the smell is getting to me a little bit.” her stomach churns again just thinking about it, but she doesn’t feel the sickness for too long. Bradley keeps his eyes on her for a second more, then grabs her hand to kiss the back of it just in time for Cynthia and Éwoyn to come back. 

Their little niece was sleeping peacefully in Cynthia’s arms, the blonde woman greeting the two quietly and then showing Éwoyn just a little bit before sitting down, setting her on the little bassinet they brought along. Beatrice’s heart churned with the need to have that same feeling while telling herself that at the same time she should just wait.

She should wait, her period would come later this month and it’d be fine! They could always try again and again. When Claudia shows up with lunch and everyone is more than eager to have it, Beatrice also refuses the glass of wine her mother offered, the thought yet again making her feel a bit sick but it passes as soon as she takes the wine bottle away.

Both women meet eyes and she could see in her mother’s gaze the question she couldn’t wait to pester her with, the little obvious ‘ I got you’ smile never faltering when she walked away and Beatrice gulped quietly, clenching her eyes “Damn it.” she mutters under her breath, trying to appear casual and not how her anxiety was slowly, slowly making it’s way back up her spine, about to dig its claws on her back.

Rooster kept his eyes on Beatrice as she ate, every now and again he’d cover the hand on top of the table and rub the side of it with his thumb, just a touch of reassurance for her to remember that she wasn’t alone and her fingers that were curled up tightly immediately unclenched under his hold. 

Her parents often sent looks their way, then to one another as if they knew something they didn’t or they assumed they did and honestly, Rooster didn’t plan on asking about it yet.

But as the lunch went on, eventually his deployment tomorrow morning was brought up, “When are you coming back, bambino?” Claudia asks as she places another serving on his plate, making it even bigger than the first one because in her mind he needed the extra nutrients before leaving.

“Beginning of February ma’am, at best.” he thanks her when she hands him back the plate, letting out a quiet whistle at how much food was in there, “It’ll be a short one this time.” he smiles, “And I’ll keep in contact with Bea during that time, so that’ll help.”

Rafael takes a sip of his wine before speaking, “How long have you been in the Navy, son? I don’t think I ever asked you that.”

“Over ten years now.” 

“Over ten years?” Rafael repeats, with a disbelieved laugh, “Dio santo, that’s a long time.”

Rooster laughs softly, “It honestly went by so quickly I barely noticed it.” he explains, twirling the spaghetti just like Beatrice taught him too, seeing her little smile grow large at the movement, “Hard to believe it’s been so long.”

Rafael nods, chewing his own bite while keeping his eyes on his son in law, leaning his chin on his interlaced hands, “Well, at least you’ll be back sooner rather than later huh? I’d hope so considering you two got married barely a few weeks ago.”

“If there was a way for me to extend my honeymoon when it came to deployment I certainly would,sir.” and he gives Beatrice a small grin, one that she reciprocates with a light red blush dusting over her cheeks, “But we make do.”

“Oh,I’m sure of it.” Rafael says, “And I know you two will enjoy the time once you are back. Keep things working.”

Both of them looked at Beatrice’s father with their brows furrowed, Beatrice’s lips parting in a question that took a while to come out, “What do you mean,papa?”

“Well,I’m just saying that things move. And things happen.” his eyes briefly darted down to his daughter’s stomach and Beatrice wanted to die “We’ll all be ready for it.”

Beatrice bites her lower lip so hard she could swear she tasted blood, inhaling deeply so she could calm down her heart. It’s about them not anyone else, it’s them first and their families second, that’s how it will be, that’s how it’s going to go ,’I’m sure,papa. But there’s much to be done.” and she looks towards Bradley to speak with her eyes that this was the conversation she was fearing, “Especially because we are planning a lot of things too.” and she’d leave at that, if her parents wanted to question her about it even more she was going to shut it down.

She also didn’t want to have Rooster leave home with the weight of a future child that wasn’t even there yet, no, he was leaving and he was going to be okay and he’d come back and then they’d work on it. It’s that simple.

Rafael and Claudia shared another look, then chuckled quietly but eventually stopped the conversation short before they could ask more. Beatrice was extremely thankful when Bianca started talking about her little sister, so much that everyone’s focus was on them until Michael gently poked Bradley’s arm, “Hey, Brad.” he begins once they were done with lunch, “Can we chat for a bit?”

“Uh, sure?” he gives Bea a quick peck to the lips and follows Michael inside the house, his wife looking over her shoulder until he disappeared from her view. Rooster was still holding the beer bottle alongside Michael’s as they got to the living room, far away from the rest of the family, “What’s up?”

Michael laughs quietly, digging a hand into his pocket, “Well, just wanted to check on ya.” he shrugs, “Because I don’t know if you noticed by the FBI agents outside are desperate for information about you and Bea.”

“Oh, oh yeah,I noticed that.” Bradley says, tilting the bottle to his lips to take a sip, “We’re okay though.”

“I know you are, but hey, as your brother in law - the best one - I just wanted to give you a heads up,” his smile drops for a second, “They are wonderful people, my parents but they have no idea how to deal with Beatrice sometimes. She’s still their baby and now, with the option that she will have a baby herself, they’ll hound you two down until it happens. Because they want something to take care of.”

Bradley furrows his eyebrows, “But,” he looks back in the direction of the patio doors, “But they just got a new grandchild.”

Michael arched one of his brows as if to say ‘and?’ “That’s not enough. They want a lot of grandchildren and they always acted like that in every single pregnancy.” he explains, “Listen, it took me years to make them understand I wasn’t going to give them grandchildren so now they double down on my siblings. And you.” Michael shrugs yet again, “It’s the Italian need for a big family, or maybe that’s just my family. Who knows, they are all weird…what I’m trying to say is…you two already have a lot on your plates, do not let my parents force their ideas on you if you guys aren’t ready.”

The pilot just looks at the other man with his lips parted but he was expecting that, he had the conversation with Beatrice, “I know.” he then says after a while giving Michael a small grin, ‘I know, Mike. But I appreciate it nonetheless.”

“Hey, it’s what I’m here for. No one thinks I have good advice but I always do.” he snorts, swirling the amber liquid inside the bottle for a few seconds, “We better go back outside, before my mother comes and drags us back there.”

Bradley smiles, about to follow Michael out when he stops, right where he could see the picture of a young Bea, this one was new he hadn’t seen it during Christmas, sitting at the beach in front of the waves with her hands digging into the sand. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? Because the little Bea here looked a lot like the little girl he saw in Palermo weeks ago.

[myungodlyhour]

MET GALA 2023

As of now, My top 3 of the night were (in no particular order):

Halle Bailey

Lily James

Cardi (both looks, but the pink was fabulous)

Honorable mention:

Viola Davis (me and my momma almost cried, she looked like a Barbie)

Elle Fanning - literally the more I keep staring at her photos the more obsessed I become wit her outfit. She might become a favorite in two days honestly

Janelle Monae - the thome brown coat was fantastic and interesting take on the theme to me. And just points alone for the Chanel swimsuit, I wasn’t expecting that

Rihanna - (I actually preferred her look with the vintage fendi fur coat leaving the hotel than the white dress, but I still loved the “headpiece”)

Jenna Ortega - like Janelle’s coat, very interesting interpretation of theme

Special mention:

Doja Cat - the face prosthetic was so cool (I wish they did a better job of blending it in though with her makeup, and her dress was too big)

My mom’s favorite:

Dua Lipa, she said Dua was really pretty and looked like Snow White

Worst Dressed

Irina Shayk - girl please

Kylie Jenner - ……..

Jack Harlow - why was he even there

Ice Spice - I honestly think she was just there bc she’s popular right now, I’m not mad, get your exposure, but it didn’t even seem like she tried. Maybe she proves me wrong one day, but I don’t see her becoming someone we get excited for fashion wise

Mary J blidge - sorry auntie, but you’ve got to let those thigh high boots go. You can’t wear them everywhere

Margot Robbie - mainly just disappointed. You were literally a Chanel ambassador and they put you in that?! YOU ARE LITERALLY PLAYING BARBIE IN THEY PUT YOU IN THAT??????!!!!!! Her team hates her, I swear they do

Cara Delevingne - Honoring his shirt? Really? And those leggings I think they were, really? YOU WERE HIS MUSE!!! Come on

WTF Moment:

Lil Naz X - he’s so unserious

The Cat aka “Jared Leto” - I can’t

Overall :

This year’s MET was really good honestly, and I think the reason people stayed on theme is because most of the people there worked with Karl , and they could easily pull vintage or current looks from Fendi, Chloe, and especially Chanel. But I really liked that a lot of people actually were dressed in other designers instead of just wearing one of those three brands cus that could have been TOO easy (though I think they needed an easy one cus they’ve been struggling)

I still hate that she decided to honor that man

The carpet was horrible and looked like toothpaste was spread across the carpet

And horrible was Anna’s outfit too

[aidanchaser]

4. the feeling inside your skin

Song fic based around The Butterfly Effect by FJØRA

Chapter 4 - where Adrien tries to be normal and go on a date with Marinette and it's good until it isn't

Read chapters 1-4 on Ao3 here.

Read Chapter One: Verse One on tumblr here. Read Chapter Two: Chorus on tumblr here. Read Chapter Three: Chorus (2) on tumblr here.

Read chapter four on tumblr below!

awake, you've opened your eyes She made her own dress. It had had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now she’s thinking about tearing it off.

“You don’t have time to change,” Sabine says as she tightens the laces on the back of the dress. “You said he would be here by half-past six.”

“I’ll just call him and reschedule.”

“You have been waiting to go out with this boy for months, Marinette.” Sabine ties off the back of the dress and takes a moment to survey Marinette’s reflection. “It’s okay to be nervous, but you don’t let your fear stop you from having a good time. He’s a classmate, right? The worst thing that can happen is you have a nice night out with a friend.”

Marinette’s face turns visibly red, even through her layer of foundation and concealer. “Friends” would definitely be a terrible way to end the night, but it wouldn’t be the worst.

“But what if he hates me?”

“If this boy is as good as you say he is, I don’t believe there’s anything you could do that would make him hate you.”

“Marinette!” her father’s voice calls up the stairs. “A car just pulled up in front of the shop!”

Marinette shrieks and the only thing that keeps her from diving into her pillows, mussing all of her makeup, and burying her dress under her blankets, is her mother’s careful hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll have a great time,” Sabine says, and kisses Marinette on the cheek.

you've started to like The bell above the boulangerie door jingles as Adrien’s bodyguard pushes the door open. Adrien had insisted on getting out to greet Marinette and escort her from the shop to the car, even if it means leaning on a cane to do so.

It’s not the cane itself he’s embarrassed about; it’s the visual connection to Vision Violette that he’s worried people might notice. He’s definitely made sure to remove all purple and blue from his wardrobe.

Which is why he’s dressed in a pale green blazer with white trousers over a black t-shirt, and when Marinette comes downstairs in a lavender dress, his heart skips two beats.

Dating isn’t something Adrien thought about, not until Nino had said, “Dude, I can literally feel your body temperature spike when Marinette walks into class. If you don’t ask her out, I will ask her for you.”

Adrien still isn’t sure dating is for him, but he’s allowed himself to at least have tonight as a break from his quest for the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculouses. Nooroo said that his wish will still have fingerprints of the old world in it; maybe whatever happens tonight between him and Marinette can be one of those finger prints.

It’s not as strong as it would be if he were fully transformed into Vision Violette, but he can feel Marinette’s anxiety through the Butterfly miraculous. Her nerves somehow settle his, like as long as she’s worried, he doesn’t have to be.

He holds out his elbow to her. “Ready, Mademoiselle?”

the feeling inside your skin Marinette thinks her heartbeat must be audible to the whole restaurant. She should have expected Adrien Agreste would be able to get reservations at a high-end restaurant with ease, but it hadn’t really occurred to her that Adrien would take her somewhere nice.

“Sorry,” she says, for the fifteenth time.

Adrien looks up from the menu with raised eyebrows. “What are you apologizing for this time?”

“I’m just so, you know, underdressed.”

She gnaws on the inside of her cheek and fiddles with the clutch in her lap, where Tikki is safely stowed. She’s nervous enough about being on a date; the anxiety that Vision Violette might choose tonight to make his next attack is the icing on top.

“You look great,” Adrien says. “I don’t think anyone else here can say that they made their own dress.”

She buries her face behind her menu. “You can tell I made it,” she groans.

“Only because I know you and how talented you are.”

Marinette tries to reduce her blush by fanning her face with her menu, only to immediately realize how uncouth she’s being, and sets the menu down.

“I promise I don’t just like you because you work in the fashion industry,” she says.

“Used to work in the fashion industry,” he corrects her with a thin smile.

you fall He should have known the conversation would turn to his father. Adrien Agreste makes a public appearance for the first time since his mother’s passing? When his father hasn’t been heard from in months? He’d never admit it to Marinette, but the real reason he chose this fine restaurant is because he knows the staff would never call the paparazzi on him.

He’s only surprised it’s Marinette who brings it up and not another one of the restaurant’s patrons who remembers him from an old shoot or knew his mother through her work.

“He is all right, isn’t he?” she asks.

“It’s just hard,” Adrien says. There’s no good explanation he can give, not without outing himself, at least. “Your father runs the bakery, right? He’s the one I met when I picked you up?”

He lets Marinette talk about her parents freely, how they met, how they came to Paris, and how they built up the city’s most renowned boulangerie in just a few short years.

He can feel her anxiety loosen the more she talks. It’s clear that she loves her family dearly. He wonders what that must be like, to be so closely connected to the people you love.

He’s been ignoring the Butterfly as much as he can, but for a moment, he leans into it. Her anxiety had been sharp and frenetic, but her compassion and love are warm. It’s like sinking into a hot bath at the end of the day and feeling the ache in his joints lifting.

He can’t tell Marinette how much he loves her, not yet, but the wanting burns in his chest alongside everything else, so much more vibrant than anything he’s felt in months.

but catch your own self The food is perfect. The atmosphere is lovely. And Adrien… he’s a perfect date is really all Marinette can say about him.

He’s good about asking her questions. He wants to know about her family, her fashion, her plans for her future. He’s excellent at listening and laughing at all the right parts. And somehow, though, he is terrible at answering questions about himself.

His family?

Fine.

His interests?

Enjoys school, mostly.

His future?

Undecided.

She can’t draw any more details out of him than that. As he signs the bill—he won’t even tell her how much it all cost—she tries one more time to get something interesting out of him before their date is over.

“What kind of music do you like?” she asks.

He hesitates for a moment, then closes the pen inside the check folder. “Classical, mostly. You?”

She doesn’t answer for herself. She’s done answering questions. “Why classical?”

“My mother liked it. She often used arrangements of classical artists in her films.” He drums his fingers against the table in an uneven rhythm that, Marinette realizes suddenly, follow notes on a keyboard. She supposes she will have to thank her mother for the piano lessons she’d been forced to sit through during her early years of school.

“You must miss her a lot.”

He doesn’t say anything, merely gets to his feet, and Marinette wants to bash her own head into the table for bringing it up. Of course he doesn’t want to talk about his dead mother on their first date. She’s an idiot for bringing it up at all.

you're off of the shelf As they sit on the bench outside and wait for Adrien’s bodyguard to bring the car around, Marinette wraps her arms around her shoulders and shivers.

Adrien’s instincts tell him to take off his blazer and drape it over her shoulders, but the sudden spike of emotion from a young woman nearby reminds him that he can’t loan this jacket to Marinette without revealing what his real hobbies are and his real plans for his future, for one so different from this world.

So instead, he wraps an arm around her shoulder and tries to ignore the stress building in the Butterfly, to dismiss the anxiety of a woman on the phone at the corner bleeding into his chest.

“Did you have a nice time?” he asks Marinette.

“I did.” She wrinkles her nose as she surveys the streetlights, like she’s trying to sort out some puzzle in the city’s skyline. “Did you?”

“Yes.”

“Truly?”

He wonders why she thinks he would lie. “Did I say something to make you think otherwise?”

She shakes her head.

“Maman, I cannot deal with this right now!” the woman on the corner shouts into her phone and Adrien feels her frustration, stress, and exhaustion burn out all the comfort he’d enjoyed from Marinette. He knows, just from the surface level that she’s worn down from an eight-hour shift of waiting on tables, stressed about something financial—a bank statement, perhaps?—and angry with her boyfriend and her mother, but he doesn’t know why, not without an akuma to connect his thoughts to hers.

But he does know how powerful she would be.

He fidgets with his cane as his car pulls up, ready to take him and Marinette home.

With a heavy heart, he stands and opens the door for Marinette. She climbs in. He does not climb in after her.

“I forgot something inside—” He knows it’s a terrible lie as it comes out of his mouth and he scrambles for a better one. “I mean, I forgot someone—there was someone there I need to talk to. A friend of my father’s. My driver can take you home.”

Marinette blinks up at him. “Oh… okay.”

He can feel the devastation in her rise to meet the waitress’s anxiety. He wants to assure her that this has nothing to do with her, that he wants nothing more than to go home with her and enjoy this evening a little longer.

He leans down and kisses her, then closes the door. He waits just long enough until the car is out of sight before slipping back into the restaurant and looking for a hidden place to transform into Vision Violette for what he always hopes will be the last time.

you put yourself on so low

[endlessbittersweetdreams]

SUMMARY:  Robyn makes a few discoveries during the charity masquerade ball. And not all of them are pleasant.

NOTE: After spending an insane amount of time racking my brain and trying to find the perfect song for this chapter, I went with what should have been obvious to me. I mean, the song even plays during a masquerade ball!

REQUEST: If you like this story, please reblog the chapters. No author wants his or her story to become buried.

PICTURE CREDITS: Not mine!

Perched on top of one of the bar stools in her kitchen, Robyn waited patiently as Chloe put the finishing touches on her makeup. Given the nature of the event, she had opted to go with a dramatic look that complimented her ensemble. Although her eyes would be hidden behind a mask, she had decided to go with a smoky eye look with a little sparkle thrown into the mix. Pastel blush brought out her cheekbones, while the perfect shade of nude lipstick and lip liner completed the look.

     "And we ... are ... done," Chloe announced. "What do you think?"

     Robyn turned to look at her reflection in the mirror, smiling with satisfaction. "Excellent work, Chloe. As always."

     "You know me. I'm always happy to put my beauty school training to good use."

     "Yeah," Sam interjected, taking Robyn's gown off of the rack. "I guess not too many six-year-olds ask their teacher to do their hair and makeup. All right, Cinderella. Let's get you into your gown."

     Robyn slid off of the bar stool and took off her robe. "Are you my Fairy Godmother, then?" she teased as she stepped into the dress.

     While Chloe helped her pull the gown up Robyn's body, Sam quipped "Do I look like I have fucking wings?"

     "Someone's in a mood," Chloe remarked as she slid up the zipper.

     "Cramps," was Sam's simple explanation.

     Truth be told, she wasn't thrilled by the fact that Robyn insisted on continuing to see Ethan. Though she couldn't find the proof she needed, she was still convinced that he had a little something on the side with Madeline. But she knew Robyn well enough to know that there was no point in talking to her about her suspicions if she had no evidence to back them up. And so, she had to bite her tongue and hope that Ethan would slip up.

     Fastening the clasp of Robyn's necklace, Chloe smiled to herself. Ever the romantic, she remarked "I know it's silly, but I keep picturing us helping you into your wedding gown."

     Sam fought the urge to roll her eyes and make a gagging gesture, downing a shot of whiskey instead. Tilting her head to the side and observing Robyn, she couldn't help but notice the hopeful expression on her friend's face. Sam hated to be pessimistic, but she couldn't help but think about how devastated Robyn would be when the proposal never came.

     "Has Ethan said anything more about getting married?" Chloe wondered.

     Robyn finished putting on her earrings, giving her head a shake. "No. Not recently. But I can't help but think that he'll propose soon. I'm just glad we're back on track." She slipped into her silver heels and squared her shoulders. "Well, ladies. How do I look?"

     "Gorgeous, as always," Chloe answered, and Sam raised her shot glass to Robyn in silent agreement. The blonde poured two glasses of white wine, handing one to Robyn. "I probably shouldn't say this, but Jake asked about you."

     Her heart skipping a beat, Robyn tried to keep her expression neutral. Swallowing the sip of wine she'd taken, she casually responded with "Oh?" Why would Jake be asking about her? They'd ended things two months ago, and Robyn had assumed that he'd moved on to another woman. A hostess, perhaps, or maybe even someone who had nothing to do with the restaurant.

     Chloe nodded, gathering up Robyn's makeup and putting it back in the bag. "Yeah. Will took me to a club. I don't know why Jake was there. Didn't you say he doesn't dance?"

     Robyn gave her a little nod, still a little rattled by Chloe's revelation. "Is he doing well?"

     Chloe gave her a shrug. "Yeah. I guess. I mean, he doesn't say much. But he seems okay."

     "I'm surprised he mentioned me," Robyn admitted.

     Sam and Chloe exchanged a look, and Sam shrugged. "Well, maybe he still has the hots for you."

     Robyn shook her head, trying to push the thought out of her mind. She was with Ethan, and she was happy with him. If she considered the possibility of Jake wanting to be with her, she knew that would lead to disaster. "I doubt it. He's probably moved on to someone new. He certainly doesn't have trouble in that department."

     She picked up her mask and admired its intricacy. It really was quite beautiful, with lace details and beadwork. To complete the look, a large flower extended from the right side. She knew she'd spent too much money on her ensemble, but it was a special night and she wanted things to be perfect.

     A knock sounded at the door, and Robyn took in a deep breath as she put on her mask. A few strides later, she was at the door. She pulled it open and favored Ethan with a smile as he presented her with a bouquet of red and white roses. "Ethan, they're lovely. Thank you," she remarked, admiring the bouquet.

     "They're nothing compared to you, love."

     Her back turned to the couple as she rinsed out the glasses, Sam couldn't help but roll her eyes this time. The man was pouring it on thick! Wasn't he?

     Ethan took a step back to admire Robyn, looking her up and down. "You look beautiful."

     "Do you think it's a bit much?" Robyn inquired, pleased when Ethan shook his head.

     "Not at all."

     "Just let me put these in water, and I'll be ready to leave."

     Ethan stepped inside the apartment and made small talk with Robyn's friends, all the while very much aware of the way Sam was observing him. Though she hadn't said so, Ethan knew the paralegal wasn't too fond of him. It was in the way she looked at him, as though she were analyzing his every gesture, every step, and every expression. When he'd brought up the subject to Robyn, she'd merely waved him off and explained that Sam was "a little rough around the edges," and that she was "that way with everyone."

     Holding her clutch with both hands, Robyn announced "I'm ready." As she took Ethan's hand in her own, she turned to look back at her friends. Chloe gave her a smile, full and genuine, while Sam settled for a thumbs up.

     After Robyn made sure that the lights were off and the door was locked, the quartet stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the first floor. Robyn's eyes widened when she saw a sleek white limousine parked at the curb. The driver, a balding man in his 50s, waited patiently for them to approach.

     Seeing Robyn's surprise, Ethan explained "I thought that this year, we would arrive in style. Shall we?"

Jake couldn't believe he'd let his friend Noah talk him into this. It was Saturday, which was meant to be his day to break free from catering to rich, snooty people who walked around with their noses up in the air and behaved as though they were royalty. But the fact of the matter was, he needed the money.

     Wearing the dress shirt, tie and slacks that he usually reserved for his job at the restaurant, he arrived at the ballroom about an hour early. He stepped behind the bar and nodded at his friend, a man in his late 20's with dark hair that was tied back into a neat ponytail. They exchanged pleasantries as Noah handed a simple gold mask to Jake, who frowned at the object.

     With a shrug, Noah explained "The host's policy. Everyone, including the help, has to wear a mask. And I guess that when this shindig is over, we're supposed to take 'em off and reveal our true identities. Some shit like that."

     "Fan-fucking-tastic," Jake muttered under his breath as he and Noah put on their masks.

     "Didn't I tell you it's black tie?"

     "Yeah. At the last-minute. It's not like I keep a tux in my closet, Noah." As he worked, Jake looked around and took in the decorations. The grand ballroom was lavishly decorated with a ridiculously large chandelier hanging from the ceiling, floral arrangements, and expensive-looking tapestries.

     "That's right," Noah began, watching Jake as he looked around. "This is your first ball. Ridiculous, isn't it?" He shook his head. "Every year, it's the same thing. A bunch of rich, snooty people spend a ton of money on tickets, gowns, suits, and shit ... all so they can pretend that they're contributing to society by dancing, eating and drinking."

     "Well, it is for charity," Jake reasoned. "How much does a ticket cost, anyway?"

     "Hell if I know. I've heard it could be anywhere from $100.00 to $500.00. Maybe more." Noah scoffed. "Rich people."

An hour after beginning prep work, Jake and Noah watched as the main doors opened and the crowd poured in. Each person was dressed in their finest attire, adorned with glittering jewels and elaborate masks. Jake had been around wealthy people before, but this was a different level. Now he knew how the staff in the dining hall of the Titanic probably felt when the first class passengers arrived: overwhelmed, impressed, and out of their league.

     "Brace yourself, Jake. Snob Fest 2023 has begun."

     Jake chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Your optimism is overwhelming, Noah." He looked down for a moment to make sure the bar top was neatly polished. And then, for some reason that escaped him, he felt compelled to return his gaze to the main doors. And what he saw took his breath away.

     It had been two months since Jake had laid eyes on Robyn. And there she was, standing at the top of the entryway stairs. Dressed in an off-the-shoulder, A-line lavender ballgown, she was the picture of grace and elegance. She wasn't wearing her mask at the moment, giving the people around her to admire her beauty. She was stunning, and Jake couldn't help but stare at her in awe.

     She wasn't alone, though. She was with Ethan, who was wearing an expensive-looking black tuxedo with peak lapels and solid gold cufflinks. Robyn's arm was threaded through his, and she whispered something into his ear before they looked around the room.

     Noticing Jake's distraction, Noah stepped up behind his friend. "Jake, I know she's gorgeous. But will you focus? We have customers."

     "Yeah. Sure. Whatever," Jake responded, preparing a guest's martini.

     He tried to focus on his work, but his gaze kept drifting back to Robyn. Feeling a surge of jealousy, he watched as she gave Ethan an adoring smile. He tried to push the feeling aside, telling himself that he was being ridiculous. As much as he cared for Robyn, what they'd shared had amounted to nothing more than a fling; a mere dalliance. Besides, it wasn't like he stood a chance with Robyn. What could he offer her?

     "Let's get something to drink. Shall we?" Ethan suggested, looking down at Robyn from behind his Phantom of the Opera mask.

     She gave him a nod, and they began to make their way to the bar. Jake could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he observed their approach, and he wondered if she'd recognize him. When the couple reached the bar, Robyn locked eyes with Jake. For the briefest of moments, Jake was certain that his identity was hidden behind the mask. But then, as he held her gaze, her eyes widened in surprise and a small smile formed on her lips.

     "Jake? Is that you?"

     "The one and only." Then he gave her a tentative smile. "It's good to see you, Robyn."

     "Two champagnes, please," Ethan requested, and Jake gave him a curt nod. Ethan looked down at Robyn and then turned his attention to the handsome bartender. "You two know each other?" he inquired, taking the champagne-filled glasses from Jake and handing one to his lover.

     Robyn took a sip of champagne and swallowed, trying to hide her nervousness. "Yes. Jake is a friend of mine. He's the one who helped me develop my photography skills."

     "So you're the one to blame for my Robbie's obsession with taking pictures." Jake inwardly winced at Ethan's condescending remark as the man in question held out his hand to him. "Ethan Price, attorney at law."

     Jake shook Ethan's hand, plastering on his best fake smile. "Jake. Photographer by day. Bartender by night."

     "Jake is an incredibly talented photographer. His work is ... Well, it's remarkable. Quite beautiful, really." Jake gave her a genuine smile, and they locked gazes as Robyn took another sip of champagne.

     Sensing that something was amiss, Ethan decided that it was time to move things along. "Well, I'm glad Robyn has such a talented friend." Looking down at Robyn, he commented "Robbie, I think I just saw Roger and Caroline walk by. Let's say hello."

     "Yes. Of course."

     As Robyn took his arm, Ethan gave Jake a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Jake. Perhaps I'll have a chance to look at your work sometime."

     The couple turned away from the bar. As Ethan led her into the crowd, Robyn couldn't help but look back at Jake and give him a smile. He gave her a little nod and smirk before turning his attention to one of the other guests. Standing with his hands behind his back, he gave the woman a polite smile and asked the same question he'd asked a million times before. "What may I get you?"

     Robyn, meanwhile, waited patiently as she sipped her champagne and listened to a conversation that really didn't seem to involve her. It wasn't that she disliked Roger and Caroline. It was simply that she knew them as Ethan's friends, not her own. And while they rambled on and on about golf, trips to Caroline's family's estate, and things that Robyn had little interest in ... all she could do was nod along and sip her champagne. The sounds of Johann Strauss's "Voices of Spring," Robyn's favorite waltz, began to play. And instead of waltzing with Ethan across the dance floor, she was standing by his side and trying to maintain some semblance of politeness. Was this what she had to look forward to if she married Ethan: a lifetime of nodding along and feigning interest, all for Ethan's sake?

     The conversation came to its inevitable conclusion, and Ethan began to lead Robyn toward the dance floor. They faced yet another interruption, however, when Madeline stepped into view. Wearing an elaborate mask, she was dressed in an ice blue shimmering gown with a sweetheart neckline, spaghetti straps, and a trumpet-style skirt. Her hair was perfectly styled, her makeup was immaculate, and her jewelry was stunning. As was so often the case, Robyn felt small and insignificant in her presence.

     When the attractive attorney approached, Robyn struggled to keep a smile on her face as knots formed in her stomach. She reminded herself that Ethan had assured her that he was not involved with Madeline. Yet there was something about the way the raven-haired beauty looked at Ethan that made her stomach turn.

     "Hello, Ethan." Madeline turned her gaze to Robyn, as though she'd just now realized that the other woman was there. "Robyn, you look lovely. That dress is beautiful."

     "Thank you. You look amazing. Ethan didn't tell me you were coming."

     Madeline gave Robyn a smile. "He didn't know. I thought I would attend one last event before I leave."

     Robyn raised a brow. "You're leaving?"

     Madeline nodded in confirmation, and Ethan explained. "Madeline received a job offer from a law firm in Los Angeles."

     Trying to hide the relief she felt at the thought of Madeline moving thousands of miles away from Ethan and New York, Robyn responded "Oh! Well, that's big news. Congratulations. I'm sure you'll do very well out there."

     "I hope so. I'm just glad I'll be in more familiar settings." Waving at someone behind Ethan and Robyn, she said "I just saw a dear friend, and I must say hello. Enjoy your night." She gave Ethan a nod, and Robyn watched as the woman nicknamed "The Viper," slithered away.

     "Well, that's a surprise," Robyn commented. "I thought she was happy here."

     "She is. But she has family in California, and she misses them. But enough about her." Gesturing to the dance floor, Ethan said "Shall we?"

     Robyn gave him a smile and a nod, feeling the weight of Madeline's presence lifting off of her shoulders as she and Ethan joined the crowd of dancers.

Two hours after the ball started, Robyn stepped out of the crowded ballroom as frustration built within her. Ethan had stepped away from her, claiming that he had to use the restroom and assuring her that he'd be "right back." But after spending a half-hour waiting for him, she'd decided to search for him. It took her some time, but she eventually discovered that Ethan had stepped outside to get some air. One-part annoyed, one-part worried, she decided to take a walk around the estate. As she strolled through the garden, she remembered that Ethan had mentioned his desire to explore the hedge maze.

     Taking in a deep breath, she stepped into the maze to continue her search. The sound of laughter and music faded away as the hedges seemed to grow taller around her, and she began to quietly vent her frustrations as she ventured deeper into the maze.

     She walked around yet another corner and came to a stop in a clearing that housed an enclosed gazebo. Through the windows, she could see Ethan with Madeline. Her blood running cold as her suspicions ran rampant, she took a few steps closer. She knew she should feel guilty about eavesdropping on their conversation, but she couldn't help it. She had to know what they were discussing.

     "We can't keep meeting like this, Maddy. It's too risky. One of these days, we'll get caught."

     Madeline smirked at him. "But isn't that what makes it so exciting?" She crossed her arms in front of herself, tilting her head to the side. "So, have you given any thought to their offer?" She stepped up to him, resting her hands on his lapels as she gave him a longing look. "You know I'm planning on moving to L.A. soon. I'd hate to go there without you. And besides, the law firm there is interested in bringing you on board. Think of all the opportunities."

     Ethan sighed. "I don't know, Maddy. I'm with Robyn. I can't just --"

     Madeline let out an annoyed scoff and stepped away from him. "You were with Robyn when this whole thing started, Ethan. And being with her certainly hasn't stopped you from fucking me every chance you get. You keep saying that you'll break up with her, but it never happens. It's time for you to man up and make a decision. It's either me or her. I'm tired of being the other woman."

     Robyn felt like a hole had been punched through her as her mind raced to process what she'd overheard. She felt as though her entire world was falling apart all around her, and she realized that everything Ethan had told her had been a lie. Every time he said "I love you, Robbie." Every time he looked into her eyes and assured her that he was being faithful; that he could be trusted. All of those times that he talked about them building a life together. Every word was a lie. And like a lovestruck fool, Robyn had believed each and every one.

     She backed away from the gazebo and began to retrace her steps, walking in a daze. She didn't know how long it took her, but she finally made it to the maze's entrance. She paused for a moment, looking around to make sure no one was around to observe her. The last thing she needed was for people to pity her and coddle her, and she certainly didn't want Ethan to be notified of her state. As it stood, he was the last person she wanted to see. She considered leaving the event altogether. But where would she go? She couldn't go back to her apartment, because she knew that would be the first place Ethan would look for her. Chloe was on a date with Will, which meant that crashing at her apartment was out of the question. And, quite frankly, she couldn't bear to listen to Sam rant and rave as her temper got the best of her.

     Her feet began to ache - the price of wearing heels that looked pretty, but offered very little in the way of support - and all she wanted to do was sit down and pull herself together. Certain that no one could see her, she crossed the parking lot and walked around to the side of the building. Feeling weighed down by her sorrow, she settled down on the steps and stared at nothing in particular as the tears flowed freely.

Standing behind the bar, Jake observed the crowd. There was no sign of Robyn, which meant one of two things: either she'd yet to return to the building, or she was in a different room. In spite of his better judgment, he wanted to talk to her some more. Unfortunately, he couldn't accomplish that goal without Ethan constantly hovering around her. Robyn's boyfriend, it seemed, had chosen to stand guard over her. When he saw Robyn strolling through the crowd, clearly searching for Ethan, Jake had hoped that she would walk up to the bar and ask if he had any idea as to her boyfriend's whereabouts. Jake would shake his head, tell her "No," and then use this as a perfect opportunity to find out how she was.

     No such luck.

     Deciding to take advantage of the lull in service, he turned to Noah and said "I'll be back in five." Not waiting for a response, he stepped out from behind the bar and exited the building via the side door. Leaning against the building, he took in a breath of fresh air and looked up at the star-filled sky. It really was a beautiful night, and he wished he could break free and enjoy it. But the money he earned tonight would be just enough to top off his savings for a road trip he'd been planning for months.

     He didn't know how often he'd sit on his bed, practically surrounded by maps and travel books, armed with a red marker that he'd use to plot the route he'd take. As far as he could tell, he had it planned perfectly. If Howard approved his request for a "sabbatical," as he liked to call them, Jake would rent a car, load it up with the necessities, and hit the road. He couldn't help but imagine the miles of open roads, the small towns and bustling cities, and the seemingly endless array of photographs he'd take. He could practically see himself standing on the shores of the Atlantic, taking in the salty air and capturing a magnificent sunrise. He'd wander the streets of historic Charleston, searching for opportunities to take pictures worthy of his collection.

     There was just one big problem, though. And it had nothing to do with money. Truth be told, he had yet to inform Simone of his plans. He knew what her response would be. She'd shake her head at him, fold her arms across her chest, and call it another one of his "hair-brained plans," that would never come to fruition. They'd bicker back and forth, and he'd either dig his heels in or relent just long enough to placate her. It was a vicious cycle and, quite frankly, he was tired of it.

     Letting out a sigh, he realized that his five minutes were up. He was about to return to the ballroom when his attention was captured by the sound of someone crying. Usually, he would ignore it and go about his business. After all, who was he to butt into someone else's drama? But something inside him urged him to investigate. Following the sound, he stepped around the corner and found a very familiar figure sitting on the steps.

     Weeping into her hands with her back turned to him, Robyn had no idea that she was being observed. Jake hesitated for a moment, not knowing what he should do. Where was Ethan? He was her boyfriend. Why wasn't he there to comfort her? Looking around and finding no one else in sight, he slowly approached Robyn.

     When she heard the sound of footsteps, Robyn's posture stiffened and she wiped at her eyes in vain. "Please leave me be," she quietly pleaded, her voice shaky and weak.

     Jake frowned to himself, watching her with sympathy. He wasn't exactly certain how he should proceed. He spent a few seconds looking around helplessly, working things out in his mind as he searched for any sign of Ethan. When he still could find no trace of the attorney, he did the only thing he could think of. Letting out a quiet sigh, he squatted down to Robyn's level and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

     Robyn turned to look at him, sniffling as she wiped at her eyes. "Jake, what are you doing here?"

     "I was just going to ask you the same thing." He maneuvered himself so that he was now sitting next to her, turning his gaze to her once again. His heart aching with sympathy for her, he inquired "What's wrong?"

     Robyn knew she should tell him, but she had trouble forming the words. Her breaths stuttered as she fought to maintain some semblance of control. And then, finally, she quietly revealed "Ethan has been cheating on me." Her eyes filled with pain and betrayal, her voice broke as she fiddled with her mask. "I was right. He's been with Madeline this whole time, and I ..."

     Jake closed his eyes as his heart sank. In spite of his feelings for Robyn and his disdain for Ethan, he never wanted their relationship to end so painfully. He knew he should say something, but nothing came to mind. So instead, he slid closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She said nothing. Just sat there, tears streaming down her face as she held onto her mask. When he felt her shiver against him, he parted from her long enough to remove his coat and drape it over her shoulders.

     "You want to get out of here?"

     Robyn sniffled again, giving him a nod of her head. He was the first to rise, holding a hand out to her and helping her up. Pulling the coat tighter around her body, she kept her gaze focused on the steps before her. Not wanting the other guests to see her in her current state, she was grateful for the fact that she could access the parking lot without having to walk through the ballroom. All she had to do was follow the path that led from the back of the building, and she'd be home free.

     "Where's the car?" Jake inquired, his arm wrapped around her waist.

     Her finger pointed in the correct direction, she answered "Over there. The white limo."

     Looking around to make sure they weren't being observed or followed, he walked with her to the vehicle in question. The driver stood at attention when he saw them.

     "Is something wrong, Ms. Hewitt? Shall I find Mr. Price?"

     "Look, Jeeves," Jake began, ignoring the irritated scowl that appeared on the drivers face. "Robyn's not feeling well, and we have no idea where Ethan is. We need you to take her wherever she wants to go, and then swing back and pick him up." The driver frowned in response, and Jake tried to hide his annoyance. "C'mon, man. Give us a break."

     "All right," the driver answered before he opened the door for Robyn, watching as Jake helped her into the limo.

     When Robyn made a move to remove Jake's coat from her shoulders, he held up a hand. "Just ... wait for me. I'll be back. I promise." Silently, Robyn watched as Jake jogged his way back the way he came.

     When Noah saw Jake return to the ball room, he breathed a sigh of relief. "There you are! Where've you been? I'm drowning here." Seeing the distressed look on Jake's face, he narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Oh, no. Don't do it. Don't even think it."

     "Sorry, Noah. Family emergency," Jake lied, and Noah's expression became one-part irritated, one-part skeptical. "I've gotta go." And then, he said something he never thought he'd say to anyone, for any reason. "You can have all of my earnings, including tips."

     As annoyed as he was, Noah couldn't resist Jake's offer. "All right. Fine. Go."

     Without another word, Jake exited through the side door and made his way back to the limo. He jogged over to the other side and got in, slamming the door shut and sliding over to Robyn. On her lap was a box of tissues handed to her during Jake's absence, and she had a wad of them in her hand. Jake wrapped his arm around her shoulder once more, and this time she snuggled into him.

     "I don't want to go home. He might show up, and I can't face him. Not yet."

     "It's okay. I'll take you to my place," Jake quietly assured her. "Hey, Jeeves! Take us to Chinatown."

     The driver looked in the rearview mirror, resisting the urge to give Jake a piece of his mind. "Ms. Hewitt?"

     "Do it, Henry. Please," she confirmed weakly.

     "Right."

     The journey to their destination was a relatively quiet one, save for the occasional word of comfort from Jake and the random whimper or sob from Robyn. When they reached his neighborhood, Jake told the driver to stop the car. Robyn got out first, confused when she failed to recognize where they were.

     With a reassuring smile, Jake explained "It's okay. We're not far from my place. I just don't want Henry to tell Ethan where you are." She gave him a nod, watching as the limo pulled away. "Come on. Let's get you inside."

     Staying close to Jake, Robyn tried to ignore the strange looks she received. She knew she must look ridiculous, walking around Chinatown in a ballgown. But she was too devastated, too heartbroken to care about such a trivial thing. All she wanted was to go someplace warm and safe, where she could mourn the loss of her relationship in peace.

     Robyn remained silent as she listened to Jake's assurances that they were almost there. At this point, she was too overwhelmed to utter even the simplest of words. It was like her mind had shut down and she was operating on auto pilot. All she could do was stare ahead and allow Jake to steer her in the right direction. And when they finally reached his apartment, with him announcing "All right. We're here. Home sweet home," she stood still in the middle of the room, staring down at the floor.

     Jake hung his key up on its hook by the door and kicked off his shoes, giving Robyn a sympathetic look. He approached her slowly, reaching out to place his hands on her shoulders. "All right. Why don't you sit down while I fix you something to drink?" he suggested, gently guiding her to the sofa. "Anything you want. Tea. Water. Beer --"

     "Water, please."

     Jake gave her a nod. "One water coming up." He made a move to step away, stopping when Robyn grabbed his hand.

     Gazing up at him with tear-filled eyes, she said "Thank you, Jake."

     He fell quiet for a few seconds before favoring him with one of his rare smiles. "You're welcome." As he made his way toward the kitchen, he began to loosen his tie. After setting out a clean glass, he wandered over to the refrigerator and pulled open the door. I need to go shopping tomorrow, he thought with a shake of his head. Pulling out a bottle of water, he called out to Robyn "Are you hungry? Maybe you should eat something!"

     When he received no response, he stepped into the doorway and observed her closely. She was fiddling with her bracelet and staring at nothing in particular, and Jake's concern for her grew.

     Water bottle in hand, he slowly approached her. "I don't have much. But if you're hungry, I can heat something up in the microwave. Simone fixed dinner the other night. There are plenty of leftovers."

     Robyn took the bottle from him, shaking her head. "I don't feel like eating. I just feel ..." She let out a shaky sigh. "I don't know how to explain it. I-it's like I'm paralyzed, but not physically." She looked up at him, watching as he took a seat next to her.

     "I know what you mean. I sometimes feel that way when I'm overwhelmed."

     A few strands of hair had come loose from Robyn's otherwise perfectly styled updo, and Jake was tempted to reach out and tuck them behind her ear. He thought better of it, though, and crossed over to his closet. He pushed a few items aside, settling on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that he seldom wore. Turning to look back at Robyn, he took in her appearance. Some of her makeup had come off, having been swiped away by her fingers and the wads of facial tissue she'd used during the limo ride. Her eyes, which usually shone with mirth, were now puffy and joyless. She looked exhausted and broken, and he wished he could do something to bring her out of it.

     "Umm ... These will be big on you, but they're all I have," he commented as he brought the clothes to her.

     Robyn eyed the items and gave Jake a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Then she looked down at her dress and let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "I suppose I should get out of this dress. I feel ridiculous, walking around in this thing." She rose from her seat, took off her heels, and then reached for the clothing. "Would you mind helping me with the zipper and then turning around?"

     Jake gave her a smile and a nod, hesitating before he reached for the zipper. He fought to keep certain thoughts at bay as he slid the zipper down, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her back as he did so. Trying to keep his voice under control, he said "All done," and then turned his back to her. Needing a distraction, he moved over to one of the bookshelves and pretended to search for a book.

     A few moments later, Robyn announced that she was dressed. When Jake turned to face her, he was taken aback by the way she looked in his clothes. As predicted, they were rather large on her. The t-shirt hung off of one shoulder and the hemline of the shorts brushed her mid-thigh. She looked good in his clothes, and he found himself wishing he could see her in them more often.

     "If you don't mind, I think I'll freshen up a bit."

     Jake nodded, gesturing in the direction of his bathroom. "Be my guest. The wash cloths and towels are in the cabinet, and there are extra toothbrushes in the drawer."

     Giving him her thanks, she stepped into the bathroom and then leaned against the closed door. After letting out a steadying breath she looked at herself in the mirror, instantly regretting it. Grateful for the fact that she'd stashed a few small packages of makeup wipes in her clutch, she opened up a few and started to wipe away what was left of her makeup. Having tossed the wipes into the garbage, she took off her jewelry. Ensuring that each piece was stashed safely inside her clutch, she took her hair down and gave it a thorough brushing.

     By the time Robyn emerged from the bathroom, teeth brushed and hair tied back, Jake had changed into something more comfortable. Settled down in his arm chair with a book, he was now wearing a t-shirt and his favorite pair of sweatpants. Taking in the familiar sight, Robyn awkwardly announced "The bathroom's free."

     "I'm fine. Thanks," Jake answered, setting the novel aside. Robyn watched as he stepped over to the bed and turned down the sheets for her. When she just stood there, feeling awkward, he chuckled a bit. "It's all right. Get in. I mean, unless you want to sleep on the sofa. I wouldn't recommend it, though. It's not very comfortable."

     "Right," she responded, giving him a little smile.

     Doing as she was told, she laid down on the mattress and turned onto her side. Once the sheets and comforter were pulled over her shoulders, she eyed Jake carefully. As nice as it was to be in familiar surroundings, she had to admit that it was a little strange to be in Jake's bed again. Still, she was grateful to have a safe place to rest and mourn.

     "Jake, will you do something for me?" she asked meekly, watching as he locked the door. He turned to look at her, raising an inquiring brow, and she let out tired breath. "Will you hold me? Please?"

     Jake said nothing, merely nodding as he approached the bed. Shutting off the lamps, he relied on the light from the street to safely guide him to the other side of the bed. Pulling the covers over himself, he laid down on his back and watched as she turned onto her side.

     Resting her head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her, Robyn softly said "Why did they do this to us? Tess and Ethan, I mean. Why did they cheat?"

     Jake stared up at the ceiling, as though it could provide him with the answer he needed. "I wish I knew."

     Robyn sniffled a bit, fiddling with the hem of the comforter. Quietly, as though she felt embarrassed, she admitted "You know, I thought he was going to propose." Her voice began to break up as she continued. "I actually thought we were going to have a life together. I, I believed him when he said ..."

     Jake closed his eyes for a moment, gently rubbing Robyn's arm as the sound of her sobs filled the room. While he was doing his best to comfort her, he knew there wasn't much that he could do. When Tess cheated on him, it hurt him and made him reluctant to become close to any other woman. But what they shared wasn't even close to love, and it was nothing compared to what Robyn had shared with Ethan. He couldn't imagine the depths of her sorrow, and he felt utterly helpless as he listened to her weeping.

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