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munchhmm · 8 days ago

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Oops! All Skin

How the boys would react to reader accidentally revealing themselves ≧ ≦

plz be nice this is the first piece I've ever written

Pairings: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, and Ace x F!reader (separate)

Warnings: Implied nudity that's about it ᴥ

Word count: About 3.7k words total

Credit to @cafekitsune for dividers! ෆ (first pic is mine)

Luffy ˃ 𖥦 ˂

Just blinks and tilts his head.

Definitely wouldn’t understand what's going on at first.

Continues (well attempts, before you smack him with your pillow) to try and talk with you like nothings happening.

Huffs dramatically like a baby and closes the door behind him with no urgency.

Doesn’t hesitate to mention the situation in front of the whole crew while you’re all eating breakfast. cue Sanji falling to the floor like he’s dying

You were sleeping in peacefully, the sun slowly starting to rise over the horizon and bleed through your cabin window. The Straw Hat crew rarely got chances to stay in bed past ten in the morning, so surely they were all gonna take it, right?

Well…

“HEY! Y/N!! SANJI COULDN’T SLEEP SO HE’S MAK–” Luffy stopped mid-sentence as he barged into your dorm, seeing you standing with a blanket barely covering half your naked body. The sudden noise startled you, but you didn’t have enough time to react properly. “Oh yeah! Anyway Sanji’s–” the clueless boy stopped again after being smacked with a pillow you quickly grabbed from your bed.

“Luffy! Get out, please!” you say, embarrassed as your face becomes a dark shade of red, attempting to cover yourself better with the blanket. Luffy pouts and turns towards the door. “Hmph, fine, you big meanie,” he says, pouting and slowly closing the door behind you.

Later that day...

By the time you mustered up the courage to go into the dining hall, most of the crew had already eaten. They were now cleaning dishes and cooking utensils. You quietly walked to the table where your serving was still waiting and tried to be invisible, stepping slowly. Once you started sitting down, Nami turned to look at you.

“Hey Y/N! Wow, you really did sleep in this morning. It’s almost noon!”

Before you can respond, Luffy chimes in, “Nuh uh! She was up when I walked into her room a bit ago!”

Your face immediately starts to turn red again, and you glance down at your plate.

“If you were up already, why didn’t you come eat breakfast with us?” Usopp questions as he dries his hand with a towel.

“I just wanted to read by myself for a bit…” you lie, moving food around on your plate, hoping everyone will just drop the subject.

Of course, it's never that easy.

“Wait, were you upset because you weren’t dressed when I walked in?” Luffy asks innocently while digging into the refrigerator. Didn’t he literally just eat?

Everyone turns to you with a mix of shock and amusement on their faces.

“Oh ho ho! Does this mean Y/N sleeps nude? I don’t have to guess what those panties look like!” Brook jokes while Robin chuckles slightly.

“My love, why would you show your body to him and not me?!” Sanji cries while clutching his chest.

The rest of the crew (aside from Zoro, who acts like he’s sleeping) are too stunned to do or say anything and just continue to stare. You sigh and stand from your seat, mumbling, “I’m going back to my room. You guys are annoying.”

After closing the door to your living quarters and sitting at your desk, it isn’t long before you hear a knock at the door. When you get up to greet the person, it’s none other than Luffy.

“I really am sorry for not knocking this morning, and mentioning everything in front of the crew,” he says calmly, with that puppy look he gives when he’s sad.

You smile and shake your head slightly. “It’s fine. I’m glad you understand why I was upset now.”

Luffy smiles back at you and gives his signature giggle. “I did like your chest though, could I see it again sometime?!”

You shove him playfully, with a blush coming back across your face. Maybe you could use this as payback.

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Zoro ˆ𐃷ˆ

Immediately turns away.

Poor boy is blushing so hard but hides it really well.

Tries to apologize but can’t say it yet.

Doesn’t look at you for a full day because honestly he’s more embarrassed than you.

Eventually sits next to you and says sorry in his own way.

The crew had landed on an island to restock supplies and, of course, a horrible storm forced them to spend a few days docked. Since the island was smaller, there wasn’t much opportunity to find an inn or hotel, so everyone decided to set up a small camp near the city.

It had been a long day, and you all knew it was going to be at least another three or so days before it would be safe to set out again. The rain and wind were relentless, causing the crew to huddle closer than usual. Tired and hungry, they decided to have dinner and a makeshift shower in the rain before heading to bed.

“I set up this curtain so we could have at least a little bit of privacy. Just don’t touch it, or it’ll probably fall,” Robin says with a smile. After the meal, everyone took their showers, but you decided to take yours last, too busy admiring the way the rain hits the leaves and the smell of earth.

“Your turn, Y/N!” Nami said, bringing you out of your thoughts as she stepped out from behind the curtain, covered by a towel.

You thank her and head over with your own towel and clean pair of clothes. The water feels nice on your bare skin—it was nice not having the feeling of damp clothes clinging to your body, weighing you down. You again found yourself lost in thought, closing your eyes and just listening to the relaxing sounds of nature. It was relaxing. Until—

Bang! Clang! Clang!

You open your eyes at the loud noise and turn around to see Zoro on the ground with the curtain underneath him, rubbing his head and mumbling curses to himself. Before you can react, he looks up and stands, turning to walk away with a blush.

“I, uh, s-sorry. It was an accident.”

You suddenly realize what happened. After drying off and dressing yourself quickly, you make your way to where the girls are sleeping for the night.

“What was that loud noise? Did you knock over our shower, Y/N?” Nami teases playfully, but when she sees your flustered reaction, her look softens.

“Hey, I was just joking, it’s really no big deal.”

You sigh loudly and rub your face with your hand. “Yeah, but it is a big deal that it was Zoro who knocked it over while I was showering.”

The girls look at you, shocked, then they both start laughing. You roll your eyes and lay down facing away from them, waving them off when they apologize through their giggles. Sure, it was funny to them—but to you and Zoro? Just awkward.

Time skip...

The next day comes and goes uneventfully. Rain and winds are still there but have definitely lessened overnight. Everyone begins to pack, since it’s looking like they’ll be able to leave tomorrow. Zoro glances at you a few times but looks away once you notice—no talking though.

“Don’t worry, just tease him about it when we get back on the ship and he’ll be back to his normal self,” Nami whispers to you with a playful wink.

You sigh and roll your eyes, continuing the day like this. No words, no touches, just short looks and blushing.

Time skip...

Finally, it’s sunny—the wind almost nonexistent. The crew heads towards their ship with supplies and admires the beautiful view of the island without chaos surrounding them. You stay toward the back of the group to avoid Zoro, who’s closer to the front.

Once everyone makes it onto the ship and sets sail, they all go and do their own activities. The sea is calm and the waves crash gently against the boat. You sit against a railing on the deck and watch the ocean.

Suddenly, there’s a presence near that flops down beside you. At first you don’t look, but the sound of katanas being set against the wood of the deck gives away who it was.

“So, uh… I hope you aren’t mad at me. I wasn’t looking where I was going and tripped over the edge of the curtain,” Zoro says, looking away from you while rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I should’ve said that sooner.”

You can’t help but smile at how flustered he is, and how sweet he’s trying to be.

“I’m not mad. If anything, I thought you were mad at me,” you say as you lean your head against Zoro’s shoulder.

He lets out a small sigh like he was holding his breath. While wrapping his arm around you, he smirks and says, “Well, I can’t be mad at getting the chance to see something like that.”

Once again you’re blushing, hiding your face in Zoro’s shoulder.

“So you’re acting like Sanji now, huh?” you ask playfully, trying to hide how flustered you are by his comment.

Zoro tilts his head to look at you. “I’ll take that as my punishment. I’m nothing like that pervy cook,” he says as he places his chin on the top of your head.

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Sanji 𖦹ࡇ𖦹

Normal Sanji reaction, nosebleed and falling to the floor on his knees in a desperate attempt to gain your love.

Swears he didn’t look but he definitely did.

Up your ass for the rest of the day literally? jkjk.

Every time he sees you afterwards he just imagines what he saw that day.

But if it scares you? That’s a different story…

The large city spread farther than the crew had anticipated. Of course, everyone was entranced by their own area of interest—Luffy at a butcher shop, Robin at a cute little bookstore that smelled of paper, and Nami was ready to go shopping.

“Y/n, do you wanna come with me? That boutique has the cutest tube tops!”

Before you can answer, she’s already dragging you by the hand to the store—but not without the blond cook in quick pursuit.

“I’ll go with you, Y/n and Nami~”

You can practically feel Nami rolling her eyes.

All three of you go from shop to shop, collecting more and more bags, making Sanji carry them. He didn’t mind, as long as he got to be around you.

After a bit, you find a two-story café that sells a small selection of handmade clothing on the top floor. Immediately, you and Nami walk in and make your way to the second story. Sanji goes up the stairs effortlessly despite probably having 30 pounds of clothing in his hands.

There’s a small changing room in the corner for customers to try on clothing. Not many of the other shops you visited had one, so you and Nami took full advantage.

While you were both in the changing room, Sanji found a beautiful pink and white lace top that made him think of you. Overwhelmed by the idea of seeing you in it, he flings himself over to your dressing room door.

“Y/n~ I found this gorgeous top that would look absolutely amazing on you, my sweet~”

You jokingly roll your eyes on the other side of the door, still changing back into the top you were wearing before.

“Sure, let me see it, Sanji,” you say with a small chuckle.

The door had been locked, so there was no way he assumed you meant to see it at this exact moment, right? Wrong.

Sanji pulls on the handle a little harder than he should’ve, causing the latch to break and the door to swing wide open. You cover your mouth with your hands out of shock, then turn around to hide yourself.

“What is wrong with you, Sanji?!” you scream, your tone more fearful than angry.

He’s already on the floor, nosebleed in full effect, but once he hears the way you scold him, Sanji sits up.

“I’m so sorry, my love, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m looking away, I promise.”

You hear a softness in his voice he rarely shows. After composing yourself for a second, you redress and turn around to see Sanji facing away from you on the opposite side of the room.

Nami gives you a look to ask if you’re okay. You nod at her with a faint smile. The loud noise startled you more than you thought it would—plus, having your crewmate see you in that state definitely didn’t help.

Later that day…

Back on the ship after a long day of fun and a few wild stories from the other members, everyone goes to bed a little early from exhaustion. It was your turn to be lookout first for the night, so you make your way to the crow’s nest, bringing your bags of clothing with you to look at in case you get bored.

It wasn’t long until you heard someone making their way up the ladder. Assuming it was Nami, you smiled and sifted through a bag to show her some of your new skirts.

You were surprised to see Sanji instead. He had an unreadable look on his face.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asks quietly.

You nod your head and let him sit next to you.

“I never want to make anyone uncomfortable—especially you.” Sanji looks at you with a soft and apologetic expression. “If anyone has ever hurt you enough to make you that jumpy… I don’t want to add to that. I’m sorry.”

His words make your heart skip a beat. You smile and look out to the ocean for a moment before turning back to him.

“Apology accepted. I can’t be mad at the boy who carried my clothes all day,” you say with a small laugh.

Sanji fakes being insulted.

“Boy?! For you, my love, I am a man!~”

You shake your head with another laugh at his antics, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

“That’s for making me feel better,” you say while laying against his shoulder. Cue another nosebleed.

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Law . ̫.

Freezes. Closes his eyes. Turns around. Walks away.

Can’t get the image out of his head and it’s driving him crazy.

Acts professional but is dying on the inside.

“I’m a doctor I’ve seen this, It’s no different” he tells himself but it is different.

Worried about you and your feelings more than anything but doesn’t outwardly show it.

Waiting patiently wasn’t your strong suit, especially with a gash covering your shoulder and collarbone. It was nothing too bad—just a few stitches needed. Having a habit of letting your guard down when fighting finally came back to bite you, and it was a nasty bite.

Law stands on the other side of the room, preparing the tools necessary to patch you up, focused and straight-faced like always. “Are you almost done? It hurts to lay down like this,” you ask with slight annoyance.

“Sit up if you want to, just be careful and push yourself up with your other arm. Do you need help?” he asks casually, as if you weren’t half-naked under the thin paper sheet. You hated having to use them, but keeping on a shirt covered with blood isn’t sanitary.

You shake your head, implying you don’t need help. Law goes back to preparing the needle while you use what little strength you have to pull yourself into a sitting position on the examination table.

It was harder than you thought. You tried to tuck the sheet covering you under your arm so it wouldn’t slip, but instead, you slip—right off the edge of the table and onto the floor, causing a shooting pain to surge through your whole arm.

Immediately, Law is at your side to help you up, trying to ignore the fact the sheet had now completely fallen off your body. You blush when you realize you’re exposed to him and quickly try to cover yourself. Bad mistake. Another shooting pain stretches its way through your arm and shoulder, causing you to yelp.

“Stop moving so much. You’re making it worse. Just wait a second and I'll give you something for the pain.” His ears are red, but his face is still focused and stern. You have your own blush dusting your cheeks as you nod at him and wait for all of this to be over.

He clearly saw, and that was all Law saw for the next few hours. It was wrong, and he knew it, but he was going to try and make it up to you.

Later that day…

It’s been a few hours and the medicine is starting to wear off. You lay in your bed, contemplating if you should go and ask for more. Would he say something? Would he act like it never happened? Will he stop talking to me? All these thoughts race through your mind until they’re interrupted by a knock at your door. Slowly, you make your way to answer, seeing Law holding a cup with pills and another cup filled with water.

His face shows the same expression as before, but a little more flustered. “Here. You need to take these for pain and to prevent infection.” He hands you the two cups cautiously. You smile faintly and take them from him, accidentally brushing his finger with yours.

Law’s ears turn red again at the contact. After clearing his throat, he says, “Dinner will be ready soon. You need to eat so you can heal quicker.” You can’t help but chuckle a little at how he’s acting. It was kinda cute. “Thanks, I’ll be there in a bit. I just gotta clean my room,” you say with a smile, setting down the cups on your dresser. “No, I’ll get someone else to clean it. You need to rest as much as possible,” he says as he turns and walks back toward the med bay.

You stand in the doorway, shocked for a moment. If it were any other crew member, he would still expect them to keep up with chores—within reason. Why were you any different?

Later that night…

After dinner, you find it hard to stand, too tired and sore from the long day. You decide to lay your head down on the table just for a few minutes so you can rest your eyes—or at least that’s what you told yourself.

You feel a warmth on your back and arms, waking you with a groan. When you turn around, you see Law draping his jacket over your shoulders. He freezes for a second before sitting next to you. “You shouldn’t sleep here, you know. It isn’t good for your back.” All you can do is groan again in response—the pain is starting to come back and your legs just won’t move. He sighs and stands beside you.

Before you know what’s going on, Law scoops you up carefully and begins to walk you to your room. You go to protest but find you don’t have the strength to.

Once you make it to your room, he sets you carefully on the bed. You’re already fast asleep during the short walk. He stands for a moment before scoffing to himself. “Sorry for today. Hope this makes up for it,” Law whispers, far enough away where he thinks you can’t hear.

But you do, because you knew he’d never say it to your face—and you’re okay with that. Maybe you’ll have to get hurt more often.

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Ace (๑>؂•̀๑)

Combusts out of sheer embarrassment.

Babbling and blushing mess trying to explain himself.

Apologizes a million times and asks all day if you’re upset with him.

Later he teases you about it just to see you get flustered again.

Secretly loved it but feels shameful. poor baby

Summer was coming quickly and everyone was feeling it, the Moby Dick felt like a sauna. Some were laying on the deck, sprawled out like death was taking them over, others wouldn’t accept their fate and attempted to catch any wind that might come their way.

You on the other hand, took the advantage to get some sun bathing in. No better time to tan when you’ll probably get sun poisoning in under thirty minutes right? Wearing a white ruffled bikini and sunglasses, you laid your towel out over a quiet area of the deck.

The breeze was a bit better where you were but you definitely weren’t going to tell any of the crew that. This spot was just for you, or so you thought.

After a while of rotating so you were evenly roasted, laying on your back and taking a nap sounded like a nice idea. Not noticing your bikini top had shifted while doing your last rotation. It didn’t matter anyway since no one was gonna find you here.

Ace got bored of everyone complaining and being no fun, it wasn’t that hot. He quickly noticed you weren’t where the others were and knew you would be way more entertaining than those babies. Boy was he right.

He rounded the corner to the area where you were still tanning but couldn’t tell you were asleep, with a bright smile on his face, Ace walked up with a plan to sit next to you while you were relaxing, but he stopped in his tracks halfway.

Realizing you were exposed, Ace half-way yells while stammering “Oh m-my god I’m s-so sorry I didn’t notice y-you were like…” His voice waking you in a startle makes him finally understand you were asleep the whole time and he could’ve just walked away with no one knowing what happened. shit.

You quickly fix your top and blush while glancing up at Ace “It’s fine, you really scared me though...” Brushing off the situation clearly wasn’t going to happen. Why of all people did it have to be Ace? “But that’s not what I’m apologizing for! Or well yeah I’m sorry about that too… But uh mainly the… Other thing.”

He’s practically steaming by this point, you know what he was really saying sorry about but you didn’t want to make things more awkward than they already were. “Like I said It’s fine I’m not mad, well, I won’t be if you go get me a drink.” you say with a playful wink. Ace sighs with relief and chuckles “Sure, anything for you.”

Later that night…

Once the sun sets the crew becomes a bit more lively, the majority of the heat settled and people wanted to relax. Multiple crew members sit on a long bench out on the deck and yell over each other in drunk slurs, you go to grab a drink yourself when Ace steps in front of you.

Way more cocky than before, he smirks and hands you a drink himself. “For the girl who wanted to flash me earlier~”

A light blush comes across your face as you snatch the drink from his hands. “Well you were the one who liked it~” You say with a playful smirk of your own, he clearly did like it, because all night he’s been doing a shitty job at acting like he didn’t. Every time he looked at you his eyes wandered down lower than they should, and you liked that.

“I loved it actually, but I’d love it even more if I could see the full thing.” Everything about him made your heart skip a beat, sometimes it was hard staying composed around him but you always tried, sometimes succeeded. “Keep talking like that and you might get to one day.” You say while leaning in closer to him.

He doesn’t budge, instead he tucks a finger under your chin and brings himself so close you can feel his breath on your lips. “Y/n I’ll never stop flirting with you, even with that condition on the line.” Then suddenly, he gently presses his lips to yours in the softest kiss you’ve ever had.

You really hope he wasn’t lying.

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aerynwrites · 7 months ago

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Black Paint

Vessel x Fem!Reader

A/N: After almost a week of more i FINALLY finished this omg. sorry for all the teasing it just turned into way more of a beast to write this than i anticipated lol. Now that this is done though I have more of a horror oriented idea surrounding Vessel the character that I want to work on next. Hope you all enjoy! Word Count: 8.4k (oops) Warnings: none

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The bar is busier than normal. You have to push the door rather roughly to not so politely get someone blocking it to move, and when you finally do make it inside, the air is thick with the smell of beer and warm bodies.

Great.

You grumble quietly to yourself as you wade through the mass of bodies, laughter and the loud din of conversation assaulting your ears as you approach the bar, a glimmer of hope flickering in your chest when you see your usual seat at the end is open. The bartender, Ryland, spots you immediately smiling at you as he gestures to the seat that is tipped forward onto the bar to signal its reservation.

He reaches forward as you finally reach your destination, tipping the chair back so it lands on all four legs and you slide into the well worn wooden seat. The patron to your left glances at you, eyes flitting from you, to the seat that you occupied, back to Ryland before dropping back to his glass.

You smile warmly at the bartender as you pull your scarf from around your neck.

“Thanks for saving it for me,” you say, talking about the seat. “I hope I didn’t put anyone out.”

Ryland shrugs already mixing your drink as his eyes flicking to your neighbor for just a brief moment before they return to you.

“Couldn’t leave my best customer without her seat,” he says kindly, his words making you feign an exaggerated wince.

“Ugh, Ry,” you groan, “you can’t keep calling me your best customer…it makes me sound like an alcoholic.”

Ryland laughs as he slides your already finished drink across the waxed wood bar top.

“Well…” you chuckle as you take the drink. “Maybe this is sign enough.”

Your friend shakes his head. “You’re not an alchoholic love, trust me,” he emphasizes. “You might be one of the most regulars, but having one drink a visit doesn’t mean that much. No AA for you yet.”

You raise your glass as you laugh, “Cheers to that.”

Ryland opens his mouth to respond but a shout from the end of the bar cuts him off and he rolls his eyes before sending you an apologetic look. “Duty calls, sorry.”

“I get it, go do your job. I’ll be here,” you assure him.

“Oh, I know.”

His words make you chuckle again as he rushes off to tend to more customers. Usually you spend most of your nights here at the pub after work talking to Ryland. It’s usually just you and maybe a handful of other people, also regulars. Tonight is different though, much busier, and you find yourself slightly disappointed you won’t get to chat much with him.

You shrug to yourself, reaching down to retrieve the book you’ve been reading from your bag. Might as well pass the time somehow, you drove all the way down here - no point in wasting the trip.

However, as you turn in your seat to reach your bag hanging on the back of your seat, you see a set of eyes on you. Your bar neighbor.

You ignore it at first, but then remember how he’d looked when Ryland revealed the seat he’d saved had been for you. Without thinking, you grab your book and lean over slightly to be heard over the loud atmosphere of the room.

“I hope I didn’t take this seat from someone who needed it,” you say quickly, “Did you need it for someone?”

The man shakes his head at your question, swirling the glass in his hand around idly.

“You’re good.”

His words are short, but you immediately take notice of the deep timbre of his voice.

You nod, taking his curt response as ‘back off’ and move to lean back into your bubble when he speaks again.

“You must be pretty important to have the bartender save your seat though,” he says, lips quirked up slightly. “Especially if you only ever get one drink.”

You let out a small scoff, waving him off. “Nobody important, trust me,” you say. “I’ve just been coming here for a while, and between you and me, I’m a generous tipper - I think that’s the only reason Ryland puts up with me.”

He smiles at that, closed lips pulling rather upward before he tilts his head back to finish off his drink. “That will do it,” he tells you before falling silent as he lifts up a hand to signal for another drink.

You follow the natural flow of conversation and let it end there as Ryland comes over to take the mans order, you turn back to your book.

You get through a few pages of your book, successfully able to tune out the noise around you but unsuccessfully able to turn out the stranger next to you. For whatever reason, you find your eyes flitting over to him more often then they should.

He’s handsome in a mysterious kind of way. You know you’ve never seen him in here before, so he’s not a regular. He’s not here with anyone either, just silently sipping his drink of choice and occasionally flicking through his phone. But otherwise he just seems to be…existing here. Head bobbing to whatever rock music is playing through the speakers eyes glancing around the room.

However, the one thing that seems to catch your eye most of all are his hands. He’s constantly fiddling with his glass, the several silver rings that adorn his fingers, clinking softly against the sides. But what piques your curiosity is the small flecks and smears of black on his knuckles and staining the ridges around his nails.

It looks like paint.

And before you can stop yourself, you find yourself asking,

“Are you an artist?”

This seems to pull the man from his reverie, eyes turning to meet yours in slight surprise.

You gesture to his hands when he doesn’t answer. “Sorry I just - It looks like paint. on your hands…”

He looks down at his hands, brows raising slightly as he lets go of his glass to absentmindedly pick at the stains. He chuckles as he does, the sound sending a pleasant flutter through your chest.

“You could say that,” he says vaugly.

“That’s cool,” you offer a bit lamely, your mind anxiously reeling for a way to continue.

You hold up your book. “I’m more of a consumer myself. You know…instead of the creator.”

God, what the fuck is wrong with you?

The man shakes his head, “I doubt that,” he says kindly. “Most people I know who read are the most creative out there.”

You shrug, “I guess that makes sense...” You trail off for a moment.

He obviously didn’t seem comfortable talking about what exactly he does since he avoided your question so you try to dance around it.

“How did you get into your…art?”

The man shrugs, starting to fiddle with his glass again. “I think…It started as a way to express myself I suppose. Most art does. Then I just never stopped. I think of it as an escape if that makes sense.”

You nod firmly, once again thumbing through your book.

“It does. I think that’s why I love reading so much…”

The conversation continues smoothly after that, the strangers seeming more open to talk as you both ramble on about everything and nothing. He asks you about what book you’re reading and you tell him, surprised to find he’s familiar with the author. You both just ramble on from things as simple as interests to eventually arguing about drinks of choice.

Soon enough you’re on your fourth drink - a first for you really - and laughing about some story he had told you about a friend of his.

“No way!” You exclaim through broken laughter, cheeks warm from both the alcohol and the sound of his laughter. “I don’t believe it.”

He shakes his head hand placed over his chest, “I swear it.”

“Oh my god that is…” your words devolve into more laughter as you take another sip of your drink.

Your new friend goes to speak again but cuts himself off as his phone buzzes on the bar top. His smile falls, only slightly, as his eyes scan the screen before he lets out a small sigh, Turing the screen off and tapping the phone against the solid wood beneath it.

“Duty calls,” he says ruefully, moving to stand as he pulls a pen from his pocket and scribbles something onto a dry drink napkin.

You sit up straighter now, fighting off the pang of disappointment as he starts to pull his jack on.

“Work?”

He shrugs, sending you another one of those half smiles. “Something like that,” he says before pulling out what is obviously way too much money for his two drinks and tucks it and the napkin beneath his glass.

“Get home safe,” he says, before turning to push his way through the mass of bodies.

“You too!” You call after him, hoping he heard you over the din of the room.

A low whistle catches your attention from where you watch the him exit the bar, and you turn to see Ryland has joined you once again. His eyes are bright as he looks at the empty place beside you, the cash and napkin in his hand as his eyes scan over it.

“What?” You ask, leaning forward to get a peek at the note.

Ryland sends you a wicked grin. “Seems like someone made a good impression,” he chuckles, shwoing you the napkin. “Your tab is payed for, love.”

‘For the lady’s drinks as well. keep the rest.’

The handwriting was surprisingly neat, a mix between print and cursive as it flows across the delicate paper. You glance back up at Ryland as he whistles again.

“Damn good tipper too, at that,” he admires. “Hope he comes back.”

It’s then, as your friend is drooling over his tip and you glance back down at the note in you hand that your realize it.

You never even learned his name.

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It’s several types typical days at the bar before you see him again, and to say you’re surprised is an understatement. It had been almost a week since the night you met him, and you had resigned yourself to the fact that you’d probably never see him again.

So, when you walk into the much calmer bar tonight, your eyes don’t search the room. Instead you make a beeline to your usual seat, waving at Ryland as you do. You hand barely meets the wooden back of the tall chair before a high pitched whistle sounds from behind you, turning several heads in the pub, including yours.

You csilently curse the way your heart leaps in your chest as you find the source, a familiar face raises a glass from a booth in the back before waving you over. However, unlike last time, he’s not alone. There are three other guys sitting with him at the table, all eyes on you as you glance from them, back to your usual seat, before falling to Ryland.

Your friend, who stands in front of you now gives you a scathing look. “Girl if you sit down in the chair I just might kick you out. Go,” he points to the table before walking off.

You can’t stop the chuckle that leaves your lips as you listen to him, hand falling from your familiar place in order to walk towards the back table.

The stranger from before assess you as you approach, eyes trailing from your face to your feet then back up again, and you can’t stop the shiver that runs up your spine at the action.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” he says, taking a sip of his drink.

You give him a confused look. “I did tell you I was a regular here right?” You ask. “I should be the one saying that about you.”

He smiles, “Oh I didn’t forget,” he assures you. “How could I forget this place’s best customer?”

“Oi, quit flirting and let the lady sit down!” One of the other guys at the table interrupts, leaning over from his place next to you to push out the last free chair as he looks at your strange companion. “You haven’t even introduced us.”

At the mention of an introduction, the man seems to freeze, as if he too realizes just like you did last time, that you never exchanged names.

“Well…Uh, this is-”

You interject quickly with your name, sticking your hand out to the one who had pulled out the chair for you. He laughs at your formal greeting and playfully swats your hand away as he stands.

“We’re the hugging type I’m afraid, but-” he pulls you into a quick hug before ushering you into your seat, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m iv”

You look at him puzzled for a moment, as you take your seat, spotting closer to the table.

“Four like… like the number?” You ask, unable to keep the surprise out of your voice.

The man laughs, as if he expected that reaction and nods.

“You heard right. I’m iv,” he gestures to the man to his right, who has shorter white hair, “This here’s iii, and that-” he points to the man sitting next to your friend, “is ii. And well, you already know Ves.”

Your slight confusion must show on your face as laughter erupts from the table, the boys nudging one another as they all pause to take sips from their various drinks. The one named iii waves his hand in a dismissive manner, shaking his head.

“It’s a bit of an…inside joke I guess. Nicknames we gave each other that just kind of stuck,” he explains.

You nod at his explanation, still perplexed but accept it nonetheless. And plus, now you know the name of the mystery man from last visit.

Ves.

You wonder if that is some sort of nickname too.

However, you don’t dwell too long on that fact before the conversation last time with Ves comes to the front of your mind. With brows drawn together, you lean over slightly towards Ves, pointing a wandering finger towards the other three guys.

“Wait, so was one of them the one that went streaking through the park after a night of drinking?”

The grin that splits Ves’ face is all you need to know the answer as a cacophony of groans and loud protests erupt from the table. But it’s not until iii slaps his hands on the table as he leans forward with a betrayed look on his face.

“Ves, really man? We promised we’d take that shit to the grave! Why are you out here dissing me like that?”

The only response iii gets is a laugh from Ves and soon the other guys follow, elbowing their friend and tossing teases across the table, and before you know it, you join in too.

***

The night goes on much like that, more stories of their wild times together coming to light, and they even get you to spill some more embarrassing, albeit funny, memories from your college days. Its through these conversations that you determine the must have been friends for a while, and you smile at the thought of what other antics they could get up too.

This time, and idle chatter also reveals something else to you.

More black paint.

It’s still apparent on Ves’ hands like last time, although it looked like he tried to do a better job of scrubbing it away. The same couldn’t be said be said for the other guys. The dark pigment adorns their skin in small amounts much the same way as it did Ves’ the first time you met him. It’s mainly prominent on the ridges of their knuckles and fingernails, sometimes on their wrists when you can see the skin form where their shirts or jackets ride up. You even notice a particularly larger smear on the side of ii’s neck when he lens back to laugh particularly hard at some lame joke you said.

It’s probably nothing, they probably all work together, it would make sense. But no matter how many times you try to ignore it, your curiosity won’t let it slide.

And ii notices. Probably from when you let your eyes linger on him a bit too long when you noticed the paint.

He takes a swing of his beer before gesturing to you with the glass. “Alright, out with it,” he says casually, “I know I’m attractive but nobody stares at me like that.”

iii reaches across the table and swats at his shoulder. “Oi, don’t be so full of yourself mate-”

iv joins in on the banter. “Yeah, we all know I’m the best looking-”

Playful banter breaks out at this, the lot of them seeming to forget about the question ii even asked you, and in the break from the spotlight, you eye drift over to Ves.

Only to see him already looking at you, a pensive look on his face.

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you look away quickly, reaching for your glass to take another drink as your eyes fall to your watch.

Holy shit, it’s late.

You let out a small huff, quickly downing the last of your drink before setting the glass back on the table with a soft thunk.

“I have to head out,” you say, turning to gather your purse before moving to stand.

The announcement brings out a chorus of protests and pleas to stay but you shake your head.

“I don’t know what you all do for work but I have to be up in...” You look exaggeratedly at your watch, “oh five hours, so with that-” you reach into your purse and pull out several larger bills, laying them on the table, “Drinks are on me tonight as a thank you for a lovely evening.”

More protest follow, but you wave them off and before you know it the three guys you met earlier are out of their seats and giving you hugs as if you’ve known them for years, murmurs of ‘see you around’ and ‘drive safe’ meeting your ears before they back off.

Then, Ves’ is in front of you before you can blink, and it’s only now that you seem to realize just how huge he is. Well, in reality, he’s not the tallest person you’ve ever seen but he still towers over you and has a…presses about him you can’t seem to place.

You look up at him and smile as he holds your coat up in his hands, having retrieved it from the back of your seat before you could. He helps you as you slip your arms through the sleeves, and you turn back to him, smile still tugging at your lips.

“Thanks.”

Ves nods, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I can walk you to your car,” he offers, nodding to the windows. “It’s dark.”

You shake your head in an automatic response, “You don’t have to do that-”

Ves’ is steering you towards the door before you can finish, “I insist.”

The boys call out their goodbyes as you leave, and Ves just chuckles as you make for the door.

“They liked you,” he says as he pushes open the door, holding it for you until you’re both out in the crisp night air.

You laugh, turning right to head towards your car parked just down the street.

“I liked them too, they’re a riot,” you say fondly. “I can see why you’re all friends. They seem like good people.”

Ves smiles softly at this, nodding his agreement. “They are - basically saved my life a time or two.”

A silence falls over you too then, neither of you sure what to say as you lead him further down the sidewalk, your car now in view. The only sound is the soft thudding of shoes on concrete and your own breathing.

Your over active mind races for something to fill the silence, but you reach your destination before you can think of anything, and you try to swallow the disappointment you feel as your night draws to a close.

“Well,” you say, pulling out your keys, “this is me.”

You turn to face Ves, your back to your car as he stops just a few steps from you, closer than would be considered normally appropriate.

Not that you’re complaining.

He looks down at you again, features obscured by the shadows casted by the street lamps. But he seems to be studying you, that curious tilt to his head making your heart stutter slightly.

“It was nice to see you again,” he says finally, voice gentle in the quiet night.

“It was nice to see you too,” you say, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth in a moment of contemplation. “I had been looking for you. Before tonight.” You admit.

His brows raise at that, slight surprise painting his features.

“Really?”

You chuckle, “Yeah. I remembered after you left that we never even learned each others names and…it was silly. But I’m glad I got to see you again.”

Ves smiles at your words just a small gust of wind blows though, sending a shiver through you as part of your scarf falls down from around your neck. He reaches up instinctively to adjust the fabric, his knuckles brushing the underside of your jaw as he tugs it back into place.

“Well,” he breathes, “Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

You’re looking up at him again, closer than ever and you can barely muster the weak ‘yeah’ that falls from your lips, before his hand drops back to his side.

“Have a good night, love.”

And then he’s walking back towards the pub.

Your mind is racing again, and like a total dumbass you blurt the first thing that comes to your mind.

“Baby oil!” You call out, stopping the tall man in his tracks as he turns to send you a very confused look.

“For the paint,” you clarify, gesturing to your own hands. “Baby oil gets paint off pretty good. Better than soap and water.”

Ves smiles, and just nods turning back to continue his journey.

But even from this far away, the silent night allows you to hear that deep laughter slip from his lips.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Today was one of the bad days.

Everyone has them, you know they do, today is just your turn, you suppose. You don’t have many of them, or at least - you don’t go to the pub when you do. But even Ryland notices your dour mood, noticing right away when you by pass your usual seat without so much as a wave in favor of picking the tiny booth at the very back of the establishment.

He only offers a small pat on the shoulder as he drops off your usual drink, muttering a quiet offering of solidarity before walking back off.

It feels stupid. To be this upset when nothing even really happened. Your car didn’t break down, you didn’t have a partner dump you, you didn’t get laid off, it’s just-

The tears seem to come without warning. Burning at the back of your eyes, lower lip wobbling in an attempt to stop the onslaught of tears and the sob clawing at your chest.

Get it together!! You scream at yourself, frustration further fueling the tears.

Life just sucks sometimes for no particular reason it seems.

Work is overwhelming, your hobbies aren’t interesting, your house too quiet it seemed to scream at you instead of comfort you.

You take a sip of your drink, wiping furiously at the tears that escape as you do so.

You’re thankful you chose the booth seat facing away from everyone. How embarrassing to be a caught in a pub crying over -

“Fancy seeing you here.”

The all to familiar voice shocks you from your own mind and you jump in your seat, making the mistake of looking over your shoulder to see none other than Ves.

“Oh my god,” you mutter wiping hastily at your cheeks as you watch his lips turn downwards in concern.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, coming closer despite your inner desire for him to leave.

You shake your head, wiping your nose for good measure as you stare down into your drink.

“Nothing,” you say, voice clogged with emotion. “Don’t worry about it.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself when you realize he’s sliding in the booth across form you. Plastering on a watery smile you clutch your glass between your hands as you look at him.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” you try to say casually, but fail miserably.

Ves just shakes his head, eyes soft as he rests his clasped hands on the table before him.

“You don’t have to do that,” he tells you, “not with me.”

“Do what?” You say, lip trembling again as your tears bubble up once more.

“Pretend you’re okay, when you’re not.”

The laugh you let out is a bitter thing, small and broken by the tears that drip from your eyes that you wipe away again and again.

Ves doesn’t say anything as you try to compose yourself again, but you find yourself unable to, and he eventually stops you from fruitlessly wiping away tears by reaching up to take one of them in his own.

“What’s wrong?” He asks again, somehow even gentler than before.

All you can do is shrug, tears salty against your tongue as you lick your lips.

“Nothing, really,” you say again, continuing when he looks like he’s going to argue.

“I’m just…sad. Don’t know why.”

Ves nods understandingly, thumb swiping comfortingly over your knuckles. He doesn’t say anything. Maybe because he doesn’t know what to say or maybe because he knows it won’t really matter. Either way you appreciate his presence - it’s nice to know someone is here, even if no words are shared.

After a few quiet moments, he grabs a drink napkin with his free hand, offering it to you.

You take it, fingers brushing his own and notice something that takes your mind off of your own turmoil.

“The paint’s gone,” you say softly, turning his hand over to inspect it.

You glance up only to see Ves’ lips twitch upwards ever so slightly.

“Baby oil,” he says, “who knew?”

His words make you let out a soft chuckle, and he joins in, his hand never leaving yours.

And suddenly, you’re not so sad anymore.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Laughter bubbles up from your chest as you and the boys spill out of the bar into the cold night air. Your breaths materializing in front of you in puffs of white steam. iii is hanging of off iv’s shoulder, doubled over in laughter at something that someone said - you can’t even keep track of the conversation anymore, laughter cutting most of it off anyways.

However, after a few more long moments of racouys laughter, iii perks up brows raised slightly as he looks to you.

“Holy shit I almost forgot,” he says, letting got go iv to address you now. “You’re coming tomorrow night right?”

You send him a quizzical look before looking over to Ves where he stands next to you, only to see him waving his hand in front of his throat in a ‘cut it out’ motion, stopping abruptly when you catch him.

“Go where?” You ask, curiosity piqued.

You watch as ii rolls his eye, “Come on Ves,” he groans. “We already decided to extend the invitation.”

You hear Ves let out a huff, running a hand through his hair as you speak up again, confusion turning into annoyance.

“What are you guys talking about?” You ask, exasperation lacing your words.

It’s iv who speaks up this time, wrapping an arm around iii.

“There’s a concert tomorrow,” he says grinning. “We have an extra ticket and wanted you to come.”

“A concert?” You ask, turning to Ves only to see an almost imperceptible blush tinging his cheeks. “Why are you so worked up about a concert?”

Ves huffs again, shaking his head as he digs around the inside of his jacket for something. “I’m not worked up,” he grumbles, finally finding what he was searching for and pulling it out. “I just-”

II interrupts Ves with a clap on the shoulder and a shit eating grin on his face. “He’s just mad because he wanted to be the one to ask you.”

Ves shrugs his hand off his shoulder and lands a playful punch to his friends arm, mumbling something about being a prick and he’d pay for that later, before he turns to you, offering you what you realize now is a small badge attached to a lanyard.

“Here,” he says, softer than when he addressed iv. “It’s VIP, just show up an hour before show time and they’ll tell you where to go.”

You take it from him, the black lanyard soft beneath your fingers as you examine the item. The badge is sturdier than you expected, seeming to be made of metal instead of plastic. it’s all black with a red symbol you’ve never seen before printed on both sides the name of the band printed just beneath it with the words ‘VIP PASS’ below that. The lanyard itself is black with white lettering echoing the same as the badge.

Sleep Token.

Huh. You’ve never heard of them before, but that doesn’t surprise you as you haven’t been a huge music buff most of your life. Then, as if Ves’ words finally register with you, you look up at him again, brows pinched in confusion once more.

“Wait. They’ll show me where to go - are you guys not coming with me?” You ask, “Because this ticket it wasted on me if you guys don’t come, I don’t even know the band-”

“Oh we’ll be there,” iii laughs from his place next to iv.

The boys all laugh at his words, leaving you feeling utterly left out of some inside joke they have. But before you can get to worked up about it, a warm hand reaches out to take your own that holds the pass.

“Don’t worry about them,” Ves says, rolling his eyes. “Give me your phone.”

You comply without really thinking about it, watching as the much taller man takes it from you and types something into it before handing it back.

“There. I put in my number, just text me when you get there tomorrow and we’ll find each other.”

You nod, stomach fluttering as your fingers brush his when you take your phone back and pocket it.

“Sounds good.”

ii claps his hands together, seemingly satisfied with tonights events. “Alight, now that’s settled we probably need to get going. Big day tomorrow boys!”

The rest of the group whoops in agreement, grouping together as they head down the sidewalk, only Ves lingering behind at your side. Only when he gestures towards your car down the street do you realize he wants to walk you there.

“Oh, right,” you say, chuckling softly as warmth rushes to your cheeks.

You’ve been getting unusually flustered around him lately, unable to control the fluttering in your chest when he’s around.

It’s silent for a moment before you break it, gesturing with the pass to the guys ahead.

“This must be some band for them to be this excited about it.”

Ves laughs at that, an actual laugh deep from his chest instead of the usual soft chuckles he gives you.

“Yeah, they…You could say it’s a huge part of our lives,” he says.

You hum softly, looking back down at the pass.

“Well then, I’m sure I’ll like them if you all enjoy them this much. Ill try to listen to some of their songs on the way home-”

“No!” Ves interjects, voice loud on the quiet street as you both come to a stop in front of your car.

He clears his throat when you give him a withering look, caught off guard by his outburst.

“I just…” he begins, “they’re best live,” he tells you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Promise you won’t listen to them before the concert tomorrow.”

His eyes seem to be pleading with you, and you can’t find it in you to deny him despite your curiosity.

“Okay…I’ll wait until tomorrow.”

Ves sighs, relief evident in the way his shoulders drop ever so slightly, and before you can even blink his face is right next to your own, warm lips pressing quickly to your cheek before he’s back out of your space, grinning like a fool.

“Good. See you tomorrow night.”

And all you can do is stare, stunned silly, as he jogs to catch up with his friends.

You only realize when you pull into your driveway that you never got the location of the concert, or the start time at the same exact moment your phone pings with a message. It’s from an unknown number but lists an address and a time, followed quickly by a second less cryptic message.

Hope you got home safe. See you tomorrow.

-V

* * * *

Even though you get to the concert venue an hour early like Ves told you too, it’s already packed. You almost don’t find parking until you get lucky with a street spot a few blocks over. When you finally make it to the entrance the line is down the block and seems to keep going. You look around for a line labelled for VIP, anything to tell you where to go, but all you see is the sign pointing to the long line for general admission.

You pull your phone from your pocket, pulling up Ves’ number to shoot him a quick text.

‘Hey! I’m here but I don’t see a sign for VIP…where are you guys?’

You wait less than a minute before a response comes through.

‘V: We’re running way later than expected. Find an attendant, they should be able to point you in the right direction.’

You huff at the message anxiety gnawing at your mind as you bit your lip. Late? You don’t know anything about this band or this venue, you don’t really want to go in without them-

“Miss?”

A voice behind you makes you jump, turning to see a younger looking man with tattoos put his hands up in mock surrender as he chuckles. He’s wearing a t-shirt with the same logo as your lanyard.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you,” he says kindly, gesturing to your lanyard. “You’ve got a VIP pass. I can get you to where you need to go.”

“Oh,” you say, looking down to the pass hanging around your neck. “Yeah I was just texting my friend about where to go I don’t…” you hesitate for a moment. “I’ve never been to one of these before.”

The man smiles, holding a hand out as he gestures for you to follow him towards a side entrance to the venue.

“That’s alright. In your defense we don’t have the best signage for VIP’s,” he chuckles. “We don’t get many of them.”

Surprise tugs at your chest at his words.

“You don’t?” You ask, “My friends are supposed to meet me here, will they know where to go?”

The man chuckles at this, eyes glimmering with mischief as he looks over to you before opening the door to head inside.

“I think they’ll be fine.”

You follow him inside the venue and marvel at the gargantuan space as he shows you around. The stage is set up, lights on but not moving and the bands logo projected onto the back wall of the stage. The venue looks big enough to hold thousands of people. The floor closest to the stage is void of seats, allowing for people to stand up close to the stage while stadium like seats art up about half way back and up all around the room.

“So this is it,” He says as he brings you up to the side of the front of the stage on the floor, right next to the barricade in a small roped off section separating you from the rest of the open floor seating. “They’re going to be letting GA in here in a few minutes and concert starts soon after that,” he extends his hand to you. “My name’s Sam by the way, if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask someone.”

You smile, your nerves from earlier dissipating slightly at the thought of knowing someone here as you take his hand.

“Thanks, Sam.”

He smiles back, before his phone buzzes in his hand. He looks down at it before waving it in the air slightly.

“Duty calls. Enjoy the concert!”

And then he’s gone, leaving you alone in the big empty room waiting for your friends.

* * *

‘Ves, where are you guys???’

Your text has gone unread for several minutes, but your nerves are at an all time high as the room around you continues to fill with excited concert goers. The doors had opened half an hour ago and the room was already packed to the brim, people who had floor seats rushing in to be the first at the barricades as the start time drew closer.

You send another hurried text, looking around you in hopes that Ves and the guys would show up any second.

‘The concert is about to start!’

For a brief moment, dread settles in the pit of your stomach. What if this is some cruel joke being played on you. What if they bailed last minute and decided not to come, leaving you here by yourself. An ache settles in your chest as the fleeting memory of lips agasint your chilled cheek flashes before your eyes and you go to send another text.

‘Ves…please tell me you guys are coming.’

As if on command, the room around you goes pitch black, the crowed around you erupting into a deafening roar as the stage lights slowly come to life with the sounds of harsh guitar strings flooding through the speakers.

You phone lights up with a text message.

‘V: We’re right here’

The crowds roar around you continues to crescendo as the music flows from the speakers, the blue lights on the stage illuminating a sole figure emerging in the center of the stage to greet the adoring crowd as the drums behind him explode in a rhythmic beat.

You don’t have time to try to direct Ves’s message, your attention draw and held captive by the presence now on stage.

They approach the front of the stage, just mere yards from you where a microphone stand sits, and you’re immediatly observing the sight in front of you. It’s a man, that you’re now sure of. He moves to the beat, the black cloak he wears billowing out behind him. He’s not wearing a shirt but any skin that would be showing is covered in black paint - from the portion of his face not hidden by a hood and face mask to his chest and right down to the fingers now wrapping around the microphone.

The mask is obviously the most striking thing. White with a red symbol of the band painted on the front, missing the lower half to leave his mouth free to sing.

Which he does.

The vocalist starts to sing into the microphone, a song unfamiliar to you, but no less enchanting as a streak of familiarity zings though you. His voice sounds familiar in a far off distant way - and for a moment you wonder if you have heard this band before somewhere.

Without really thinking, you find yourself swaying to the beat, foot tapping against the ground as the bas reverberates through the room. Your eyes flit from the lead singer to another figure you see drifting across the stage, guitar slung over his shoulders as he plays.

He’s also masked, visible skin inked in black and the suit jacket he wears having a hood pulled up over his head.

In fact, all the members of the band wear masks with any visible skin painted black. From the drummer to the back up singers to the other bass guitarist now waltzing along the stage towards the section your standing in. You notice as he get’s closer that he’s the only one not wearing a hood, his ash white hair flipping this way and that as he moves to the beat.

As if sensing your specific gaze on him, the bass player looks up from his guitar strings to where you stand, and sends you a playful wink before turning back the way he came, all but swaggering off.

It all seems to click into place in an instant, your eyes going wide as they flick from the shock of white hair back up to the lead singer, who’s now pulled the microphone from the stand and walking to your side of the stage, never missing a single word of the song.

He stops right in front of where you stand, an the crowd behind you goes wild as he reaches out towards them, before bringing just slightly to look directly at you, sending you an almost imperceptible smile before he’s up and back the way he came.

You can’t stop the laughter that erupts from your lips as realization sets in, you finally push past your confusion to join the crowd in jumping and clapping and trying your best to sing along to songs you’ve never heard before.

It feels like you blink and the entire time passes by going from upbeat high energy songs to slower more emotionally charged ones. You find yourself completely drawn into the whole experience, especially on the soft songs, and you can tell that parts of himself were poured into them when they were written.

In no time the concert is drawing to a closer the last notes of the set flowing through the speakers as the crowd erupts into more deafening screams and cheering as Ves’ bows thankfully to the arena. You just barely manage to catch it as he looks over to you, turning and placing his hands together in a ‘thank you’ motion before you feel a gentle hand on your elbow. You turn to find Sam, the one who lead you in earlier, gesturing off to the side of the stage.

“Come with me!” He calls, struggling to be heard over the crowd.

You nod, casting one last glance over your shoulder before you’re lead out of the main arena to the backstage area.

“So, what did you think?” Sam asks, genuine curiosity lacing his words.

You smile wide, adrenaline still coursing through you from the excitement.

“It was amazing! I’m just sad I didn’t know the songs…”

Sam let out a small laugh, “Well, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to learn them all someday,” he says before coming to a stop in front of a door towards the back of the backstage area. “You can wait in here. Vessel and the others should be by shortly.”

Vessel…

You don’t have time to dwell on the name reveal as Sam opens the door and ushers you inside and barely has time to close it behind you before a round of raucous laughter and cheers assault you as three of your four friends all but jump you as you enter.

You laugh and hug them all, noticing that their masks are now gone, replaced with the familiar faces you recognize, just streaked with black paint.

“I can’t believe you guys!” You exclaim once the noise dies down a little bit. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were in a band?”

iii waves a dismissive hand at you, moving to plop back into the couch in the center of the room. “Where’s the fun in that?” He teases, taking a water bottle that iv hand him.

“Yeah,” iv agrees, taking a seat by iii, “it’s all part of the fun, love.”

You roll your eyes, turning youthful attention to ii who has yet to say anything from his place propped agains the edge of the couch. When he notices your eyes on him, he throws his hands up in surrender.

“Don’t look at me, I was the one who wanted to tell you. These blokes,” his eyes shift to look at something behind you, “and him - outvoted me.”

You turn to face the object of ii’s attention, only to be met with a familiar towering form, the white and red mask still in place. Now that you’re able to see him up close, you can’t help the way your eyes roam. He truly is imposing like this - not in a bad way - but he seems to take on a different persona adorned in the costume. You take note of the paint still on his skin, but noticeably patchier from where it rubbed off or has dripped away due to the thin sheen of perspiration coming through. And from this close, you’re able to fully see the mask he wears, the intricate details and the way the eye holes are formed to create the illusion of there being 3 sets of eyes instead of just two.

There’s so many thoughts running through your head, yet the only thing that you’re brain manages to verbalize is a very simple, and quiet -

“Hi.”

Ves chuckles at this, the sound low and deep as it reverberates through his chest.

“Hi,” he mimics before casting a glance behind you.

He must have silently communicated with the other guys because you soon hear rustling behind you as the al stand and start to move towards you, and thus the exit. They all murmur quick goodbyes to you, telling you and Ves to come find them later and you al can go out for drinks again, until eventually it’s just you and Ves alone in the room.

Neither of you have moved and you can feel a certain tension in the air that either of you have left to break. Until you finally work up the courage to speak.

“So…Vessel?”

The word comes out as a question, and you watch silently as he lets out a small huff, lips quirking upward in a small smile.

“I figured ‘Ves’ was a more socially acceptable way of introducing myself,” he jokes, reaching up to tap the mask. “Despite what you might think, I don’t try to scare people away.”

He pauses for a moment, hands clenching at his sides slightly before he speaks again.

“So…what do you think?”

You can’t help but perk up at his question, flashes of the concert coming back to you immediately as you practically bounce on your toes.

“What do I think?” You repeat, exasperated. “Ves, that was amazing! I might not have known the songs that well but it was phenomenal…”

Your words come out faster than you can really control, rambling on about everything you loved about the concert and their music. You’re so caught up in recalling the recent events that you fail to notice as Ves moves ever closer to you, eliminating the space between you both.

“And then when you were on the piano and singing that song I could just tell that you poured your heart into it and it reminded me of that night at the bar when I was upset and you -”

Your words are cut off before you can continue, large calloused hands cradling your cheeks as warm lips capture your own in a kiss that takes your breath away. You barely even notice the way the mask he wears presses into your cheek until one of his hands leave your skin in order to pry the offending article up and off his head, lips breaking from yours only momentarily before kissing you once more.

You hands fall to his sides instinctively, skin warm beneath your palms as your try to pull him closer. He obliges your request by moving to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you too him until he eventually breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against your own as you both struggle for breath.

“You are truly amazing,” he says softly, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face.

You pull away from him then, just enough to look up and capture his gaze with your own, heat flooding your cheeks.

“You’re one to talk,” you jest lightly, reaching up to wipe at the pain smudged on his cheeks.

“Never in a million years would I have guessed you literally cover yourself in paint. I thought you were a painter!” You exclaim.

Vessel laughs at that, eyes crinkling at the corners as he does so.

“Well, I guess technically I am a painter-”

“Not what I meant,” you argue, reaching up to wipe at something tickling your cheek.

Vessel reaches up and grabs your hand before you can wipe your cheek again, eyes widened slightly.

“Stop, you’ve got paint…”

You glance at your hand in his, only to see black paint smeared over your palms from where you’d touched him earlier.

“Here,” he says, reaching up to wipe at the smudge you assume is now on your face.

However, his nose scrunches up as he does so. “Oh…” he tries to wipe it again. “I - I’m just not helping at all really-”

You dissolve into a fit of giggles as you imagine him just smearing more paint around in an effort to clean it up, and he soon joins in before reaching grabbing the corner of his cloak to use instead.

He takes your chin between his fingers, tilting your head to one side as he used the piece of fabric to delicately wipe away the traces of paint. His eyes trial over your features as he works, taking you in until he eventually drops the fabric back to his side in favor of cradling your face in his hands once more.

“I really want to kiss you again,” he whispers, eyes shimmering with mischief.

You smile.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

And then his lips are on yours, and you couldn’t be happier for that busy night at the bar all those weeks ago.

#sleep token x reader #vessel x reader #sleep token #vessel #iii sleep token #iv sleep token #ii sleep token

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leahrintarou · 9 months ago

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hii i saw some of your works and i adore the way you write, so whenever you had time, could you write an asahi x reader? possibly nsfw , and the reader being older than asahi, and you do the rest! thank you if you do it :)))

✩₊˚.⋆ REDESIGN - asahi azumane

CW: reader has female anatomy, mentions of lingerie, fem reader, nsfw, penetration, unprotected sex, usage of the petname "baby" & "beautiful", she calls him 'sahi' as a nickname lol. (i hope this reflects what you requested, anon! :)

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"oh wait, i need to visit one last store." y/n caught the wrist of her boyfriend, gently pulling him towards the entrance of a clothing boutique. "there’s no hurry, beautiful. i wouldn’t mind if you decided to visit every store in this mall." his smile was warm, comforting, and y/n couldn’t help but feel her heart swell with a gentle heat. asahi followed her to the back, where the lingerie awaited in soft, delicate folds.

"oh?" his eyes widened in surprise as he realized where they stood. she hadn’t mentioned what they were looking for, so the revelation caught him off-guard. "didn’t you just buy like ten different sets a week ago?" he asked, as she released his wrist, now lost in browsing through the selections. "all of which you tore apart, beyond repair," she replied, rolling her eyes as she held up a piece, considered it, then shook her head and put it back.

"oops…" he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and y/n nudged him playfully with her shoulder. "not that i’m really complaining," she added.

"well, complain or not, just saying, i’m totally not at fault for your broken sets." he raised his hands in mock defense. y/n’s eyes narrowed at his feigned innocence. "i don’t know, sahi," she deadpanned, "but i’m fairly certain that you yanking the piece fabric off me has everything to do with you."

asahi let out a soft laugh. "not my fault the material is garbage despite being ridiculously overpriced." he shrugged. y/n didn’t seem to hear him, already captivated by a new black set that had caught her eye. "this one is so cute!" she exclaimed, holding it up for him to see. "it is," he replied, smiling faintly.

she arched an eyebrow at his dry response, prompting him to elaborate. after a pause, he shrugged, hesitant. she nudged him again, impatient. "i’m just saying," he began, "i could make something like that. better quality, too, and for free, might i add."

"oh, really?" she replied, dripping with sarcasm. asahi was a talented designer, no doubt, but lingerie was far outside his usual realm. still, his confidence was almost convincing, even to her.

"definitely. we can stop by the fabric store before heading home."

"so, you’re really going to make me custom lingerie because store-bought doesn’t live up to your standards?"

"yup. seems like a perfectly valid reason to me."

"whatever you say." she sighed, setting the set back reluctantly. "wait," asahi stopped her, taking the lingerie from her hands. "we’re still buying these for tonight. might be poorly made, but you’ll make it look perfect. besides, you won’t be wearing it for long." his grin widened, and y/n shook her head, following him to the checkout.

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"beautiful?" asahi’s voice reached her as she lay half-asleep on the couch. it had been a long, exhausting week, and the fatigue was winning. blinking away sleep, she turned the TV’s volume down with the remote in her hand. "hm?" she called, glancing at him as he descended the stairs and came around to stand behind the couch.

"i’ve got a surprise for you."

"sahi, it’s eleven at night. what kind of surprise is this?" she smiled faintly. he revealed a small box, wrapped neatly with a bow, and handed it to her. "what’s this?" she asked, taking the box, her curiosity piqued. there wasn’t any special occasion coming up, but asahi’s love language was undeniably gift-giving.

he took a seat beside her, urging her to open it. y/n lifted the lid, peeling back the layers of tissue paper, and there, resting beneath, was lace. rich, deep red lace overlaying black, intricately woven and delicate. she pulled it out, admiring the craftsmanship, and looked at him, eyes soft with adoration.

"you actually made this?" her voice was filled with disbelief.

asahi shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. she couldn’t help but pull him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment before he pulled back to speak. "go try it on. i need to see if it fits—I made it all from memory." he chuckled as y/n quickly stood and made her way to their bedroom.

this was what he’d been working on all week in his office. she had nearly forgotten about his promise to make her a custom set. quickly slipping out of her clothes, she donned the pieces he had designed for her, amazed at how perfectly they fit. it seemed impossible, but then again, his hands had memorized every curve of her body.

emerging from the bathroom, she walked towards him with quiet, deliberate steps. the soft glow of the TV flickered across the room, casting faint shadows as she approached. "sahi," she called softly, a shy smile tugging at her lips. she suddenly felt self-conscious under his intense gaze as his eyes traced her form from head to toe.

"say something," she groaned, crossing her arms in mock frustration.

asahi stood, closing the distance between them, his hands finding their way to her hips. "you look stunning," he whispered against her lips. "you did an amazing job," she complimented him with a smile, but he shook his head, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together.

"yeah, but," he murmured, brushing his lips against hers for a fleeting moment before pulling back, "you make it look ten times better."

his hands traveled to the small of her back, drawing her nearer, his voice a quiet promise against her skin. "now, let’s see how durable it is."

he pressed a kiss against y/n's lips, firm and unyielding, and without hesitation, y/n parted hers in response. his tongue brushed lightly against her own, and she sighed into his mouth, a sound that sent a tremor through him, compelling his hand to find her waist. there was a hunger in his gaze, one reserved solely for her. he guided her to the couch, took his seat, and motioned for her to straddle his lap.

the more he tasted her, the more insatiable his desire became. a groan escaped him when she shifted against his lap, and the sound mirrored his growing need. y/n seemed to sense it, teasingly pressing the strained fabric of his sweatpants, drawing a deep moan from him. "i'm grateful you made this for me, sahi," she murmured softly.

he hummed in response, a low, knowing sound. "mhm and i never ask for anything in return... but..." his voice trailed off as he pulled back slightly, but the unspoken request in his eyes was unmistakable. y/n smiled, and in one smooth motion, she ground her hips against his clothed arousal, her movement deliberate. he threw his head back, groaning deeply.

"too much?" she asked, almost teasingly.

"not enough," he rasped, as her lips found his neck, leaving delicate kisses along his skin. with a swift movement, he pulled at the string of his sweatpants, freeing himself from the layers of fabric that restrained him. y/n took him into her grasp, and a sigh of relief slipped past his lips, though it was tainted by the greed simmering beneath his skin. no matter how much she gave him, it was never enough. "i need you so badly right now, beautiful," he groaned, his body shuddering as she stroked him.

y/n, her own desire mounting, ground herself against his thigh this time. asahi shook his head, laughing softly through the haze of lust. "if you're that needy, use me, beautiful. I'm right here and i need you just as much." her frustration was evident, her body trembling with the need to have him, to feel him entirely. it was as if time slowed, her patience thinning, and the urge to claim him overwhelming her. and he, too, couldn't deny the hunger in his veins, the way his body already responded to her touch.

with his assistance, y/n lifted her hips, and soon the barrier between them vanished. slowly, he helped her sink down onto his length, and their combined moans filled the room. "you feel so good," he breathed, the sensation of her warmth enveloping him nearly tipping him into oblivion. despite his need, he remained gentle, his hands gripping her waist with a tender firmness, guiding her movements as she rose and fell against him. every meeting of their hips brought a fresh wave of pleasure.

but he could sense her fatigue, the way her rhythm faltered. "need my help, beautiful?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

she nodded, a soft whimper of "please" escaping her lips. with ease, he shifted them both, laying her on her back as he positioned himself between her thighs. his movements became more frantic, more desperate, as he plunged into her, groaning hoarsely with each thrust. y/ n's hands found his wrist, and when he applied a gentle pressure to her abdomen, her moans became more urgent.

he quickened his pace, sensing the edge of ecstasy looming before them both. with one hand, he massaged her in swift, precise circles, his thumb finding her most sensitive spot. y/n bit her lip, her breathless whimpers filling the space between them. "you're almost there, baby," he panted, ignoring the ache in his own body, focusing only on her.

her body trembled beneath him, tension building until it reached its peak. he glanced down at her, the lace of her lingerie a beautiful contrast against her skin, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of her. when she called his name, her voice laced with desperation, he unraveled completely. he pulled out of her, continuing the movements against her bud as her body jolted from the intensity of the sensation.

it didn't take long before her climax hit, her body arching under his touch. to him, it was the most exquisite sight. he gripped his length, pleasuring himself just enough to teeter on the edge of release, and y/n, noticing his need, took over. her hand wrapped around him, her strokes deliberate, and the fact that it was her touch that undid him pushed him over. spurts of his release spilled over her hand and dripped onto her bare abdomen, and asahi let out a long, pleasure-filled moan, his body still trembling as she continued to draw out his high.

slowly, her movements ceased, and asahi leaned down, his breath mingling with hers as they shared a soft kiss, a silent promise of contentment between them.

"sahi?" her voice broke the silence.

"yes, beautiful?" he whispered, brushing his lips against hers once more.

"can you make me one in blue?" she asked with a playful smile.

he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her lips. "anything you want, baby," he murmured, his laughter lingering in the air as they lay together, lost in each other's warmth and dimming lust.

heyyyy :)

this is my first time writing for asahi so i hope he's not hella ooc 😭hope you enjoyed tho! leave a like to support <3

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lucabyte · 1 year ago

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Finally: The NoHats AU doodles. Plus some sprite edits.

Usually I'd let things speak for themselves and keep my chattering in the tags, but I'll ramble about my context thoughts...

So. First of all here's a link (x) to the Nohats Origin Post for those coming in and going ????.

Anyway. These doodles are not in any obvious chronological order, though Loop going from pilfered bandolier (my headcanon for how Siffrin has all those pockets) -> custom outfit made by Isabeau, is supposed to generally denote 'just after the ending' -> 'a few months down the line'.

And speaking of, Design & Characterisation notes:

Overall: NoHats is suppooooosed to have the range to not just be ULTIMATE MISERY ALL THE TIME (but if you're a major whump/angst fan. go fucking nuts.) so these are supposed to be. The steps toward overcoming and living with grief but. The Misery Is Kind Of The Punchiest Part.... Oops....

Mirabelle: Taking the lead, continuing to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. In the game proper she's already shown to, while yes, be emotionally fragile at times, be prone to trying to hold the team together. I feel she'd do the same here. It also would help that she'd presumably be medicated again? But I can't imagine her chosen-one anxieities would be super ailed by the death of her friend. I wanted to try and give her more differences? She follows the change belief after all and is thus liable to switch up her style in general... But I didn't have a strong vision for this, so. The ball is in anyone's court. Her design changes here are keeping one of Sif's safety pins a la qpr bonding earring, and has the bell pendant at Loop's (oddly pushy) suggestion.

Isabeau: Taking it. Badly. Depression mullet and beard in tow. However, you best believe he is trying real badly to hide it. Loop very much does not reveal their identity to him because What The Fuck Would That Even Do. That's Scary. but they do try to comfort him while mentally regarding him "off limits". Backs themselves into some very unfortunate corners by alluding to their unfulfilled relationship with their Fighter as a point of common ground. I don't imagine this would go super great when recontextualised later after Loop is inevitably found out. Just in general oh good god what the fuck. this is like a radioactive pit of survivor's guilt.

Bonnie: Taking it probably The Worst. This is a child. Who was already feeling guilt. This is who everyone else is trying to keep it together for. Mirabelle and Isabeau would likely be putting up far less of a front without Bonnie around. They take the hat and take on Pocket Duty. They also have slightly more sif-y hairstyle but... Don't worry about it. They'd have Nille to fall back on once she's picked back up, and Loop almost certainly attempts to redouble efforts on making them feel better but seeing as how closed-off Bonnie can already be, it'd likely be difficult. However they would probably take Loop's identity reveal best...?

Odile: Odile's design.... ! Does not seem to have changed? How odd! Well. I'm sure she's dealing with things in a regular and non-cloistered manner. I already think that a regular Postcanon Activity for Odile could be her finding out about the potential for sif/loop to translate books and thus Knowledge in their native tongue assuming that ability sticks around postgame. Something something culture can never truly be wiped out etc etc. But putting it in this context. Makes it more desperate, more of a deflection for something else.

Loop: Helpful Loop. Well. They win! I feel like the entirety of ISAT being about Siffrin's mental state means I don't need to spill much ink here? You get it I think. I can't outdo the source material man. Anyway I imagine Loop is given clothes by Isabeau before they know who they are, but after they've become genuine friends. The outfit is in genuineness, on both sides from Loop and Isa, in having the cloak be a nod in respect to Siffrin, since Loop's "shared culture" would have to come up vis a vis cultural funerary traditions. Hard to avoid divulging that one...

#and since its too blunt to put in the body of the post. yes these are all distinct calls to game events.#mirabelles endgame spoilers comment. prologue odile's 'just one thing. not the thing'. shoulder touch. observatory conversation #odiles is the least obvious because i couldnt find satisfying more direct wording. it was too clunky....#in stars and time #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #nohats au #isat au #isat loop #isat fanart #lucabyteart #isat odile #isat bonnie #isat isabeau #isat mirabelle #anyway once again . accidentally invoking the king with that fucking corset. christ. that ones on me #long post

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spicedcherrylolli · 4 months ago

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PitFighter!Vi x Reader Part 1

Reader secretly gets nipples pierced and has been hiding them from Vi.

T.W- Suggestive content, NSFW

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The crowd surrounding the ring was deafening. The cheers and money coming from every bit of your surroundings has you cheering as loud as you can. When you go to watch Vi, their is a primal need to let everyone know, (which they already do) that “She’s my girlfriend!” by cheering and announcing it multiple times. While in Vi’s favourite outfit, because tonight is the night you tell Vi. It has been 5 days since you got your nipples pierced, which is 5 days of no sex, and its wearing you both down.

Vi has been on edge for the past 3 days, training harder, in hopes to ease the constant lust running through her. She is confused for the most part but also wants you to be comfortable, hence her keeping her lustful thoughts to herself, until you want them.

Ding, ding, ding

Vi’s hand gets pulled up indicating her being the winner and you cheer, banging on the fencing surrounding the pit. Looking up, Vi spots you, smiles and winks, before being escorted out, you heading to the changing room. When you arrive, you walk into the room, locking the door and seeing Vi turn to greet you.

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“You did so good Baby.” You quickly walk over to her, “You were insane out there.”

Grabbing your waist to bring you closer Vi takes in your outfit, “ Yeah and you’re like my sweet sweet cheerleader wrapped up all nice,” She moves her finger indicating you to spin, “Just for me huh?”

Blushing as you face your girlfriend again, you nod your head, “Yup, all yours, if you want.” You check her out, grinning. Before you have a chance you say anything else, Vi has one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck pulling you towards her. Your lips collide moving in sync with each other, while your hands are touching all over vi. When she is about to tug your off shirt, you stop her.

“Wait,” Vi’s posture stiffens, while you pull back from the kiss, “I have a surprise for you.” Nervous hands folded in front of you. Looking up at her, you take in her powder blue eyes filled with lust from only a bit of touching.

“You’re killing me here, sweetheart.” She whines, looking almost sad to not be touching you.

“I am sorry I have been distant but I’ve been hiding this from you. I hope you like them.” Grabbing the bottom of your shirt and taking it off to reveal your transparent bra under. Confusion flashed on Vi’s face. “Oh, one sec.” Unclipping the bra you let it fall to the floor.

“Fuck me” She curses under her breath. Moving her hand up to flick the ‘V’ hanging from your piercings. A sharp inhale being forced out of you at the contact. Her eyes filled with lust take you in from head to toe, and you feeling your heartbeat everywhere.

“So this is why I haven’t been wanting to touch too much recently?” Vi looks up at you, sincerity laced in her voice.

“Yes and I’m sorry but, It’s all for you baby,” seductively running your hands up and down her toned arms, “I just needed them to heal.” You explain. Grabbing her hands, you rub them up you abdomen, slowly inching closer to the new piercings. Vi’s eyes following the movement, letting you control the situation.

Liquid heat coursing through you. You needed her. Needed whatever she could give you, post fight. Vi’s expression now dark, dominating, making you want to do anything she could ever need, burn the world for her and for you she would do it in return. You let go of her hands and step closer bridging the gap between you. her hand moves up and then flicks the new piercing again. A gasp and moan surprised out at the contact.

“Oops, did I hurt you baby?” Vi asks in her sarcastic tone, moving the other hand up to do the same to the other. Another gasp escaping you.

“Such a pretty sensitive girl, aren’t you.” as she moves one hand to your throat, forcing eye contact. A whine ripped out of you. "Shh, its okay, I'll take care of you Cupcake." Her other hand moving down your abdomen right above your core.

“Vi please.” you whimper pushing yourself up, so her hand moves lower.

Grabbing your waist, she lifts you in to her arms, legs wrapping around her waist.

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Hi Lovies , this my official second time writing literally anything and I hope you liked it even a little. I am working on a part two that is full smut but since I am new it will take some time.

But thank you for all the love on the last post, that shits crazy. Anyways, luv you byeeeee.

-Cherry 🍒

#vi x reader #arcane x you #arcane x reader #vi smut #vi fanfic #violet arcane #vi x fem reader #vi x you #arcane #league of lesbians #pit fighter vi

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raisinchallah · 2 months ago

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sorry my evil take is i actually think the most likely show to do a planet of gays episode would be enterprise like they have a track record of some really bad embarrassing lgbt metaphor episodes under their belt and actually my biggest evidence for them doing something like this is the almost unwatchable episode bound where theyre like surprise this is a sexy matriarchy exact energy they would take to a planet of gays episode and it would be worse than bound i didnt put my best foot forward imagining this episode to everyone in the post so i shall try again because i do actually think it could happen so anyways they go near this random planet and t’pol is like dont go there the vulcans have labelled them no contact due to their strange and fucked up ways but archer is like we dont listen to the vulcans lol lets beam down and so archer t’pol trip and reed end up on planet gay and everyones at first having a lovely time tho slightly weird theyre hanging out with governor speedo and his sexy half naked entourage of men and archer asks we would love to meet your wife and the governor is appalled and is like you think i would flaunt such a disgusting lifestyle like this dont tell me your people are .... heteros and archer is like wow oops but on my planet we think your lifestyle is kind of weird i guess thats cultural relativism for you and t'pol is like wow captain archer you have really grown and matured anyways despite the various faux pas everything goes about smoothly and theyre invited to beam down for shore leave on the planet trip and malcolm decide to go bar hopping and keep getting grossed out at all the men who keep hitting on them and make a few rude homophobic jokes they leave the bar but theyre cornered in an alley by a strange man whos like i saw how you looked at those men i understand you are like us you understand us youre... straight and ask for asylum on the enterprise and this group of random aliens in denim (as opposed to the planets lycra only dress rules) and theyre brought back to the ship one of the straight refugees would of course start to fall for trip and he would be like oh but you see im already committed and shes like oh of course how silly of me to think you could support my disgusting sinful lifestyle who is he and then trips like no i mean t'pol and shes like wow.. you live so openly and brazenly despite how wrong our love is you are my hero and hes like what in most of the galaxy its the gay people who are weird and the straight refugees are like wow... you are so brave on this stupid planet its like gay is straight and straight is gay and everyone is required to wear sequins and have dyed hair you are required to listen to disco... we just want the freedom to have a beer by the lake and listen to country music like any good heterosexual and trips like wow i understand you completely this is just like when the vulcans...

t'pol would do diplomacy with the soon to be revealed as evil lesbian faction but talks break down when they realize due to her psychic sensitivities and studio required rock solid heterosexuality she is completely immune to their ambient gay mist in the air that is revealed to be the source of gay majority on the planet she fails to communicate this to the crew quickly enough tho and the viewer is subjected to some deeply embarrassing and unwatchable sequences as the various cast start acting comically gay due to the saturation of gay chemicals building up in their systems when t’pol tries to explain this to captain archer he says dont worry about it darling and winks this is a sign he has fallen prey to the gay chemicals and has now also become gay she returns to the ship to talk with phlox who is like well you know being gay can be normal but forcing everyone to be gay via mind control like this is fairly unethical they have a meeting with the straight refugees who explain theyre all straight because of a mutation making the gay chemicals not work on them which has made them extreme social outcasts but phlox thinks if he studies their genome he can figure out how to create a gay vaccine to return the planet to its normal hetero state which t’pol orders to be released into the atmosphere because archer has been spotted in a speedo and the time for diplomacy is over once the planet has been re heterofied it comes out a small shady group of gays decided to hijack the government and turn the whole planet gay as part of a sinister plot but now the straights are freed and no longer misunderstood and they will now open their planet up to negotiations with other worlds now that they dont have to hide the existence of heterosexuality the dominant and normal way of being in the universe from their populace they get a few last homophobic jokes in about their behavior on the planet before the ship blasts off nobody likes the episode and its never rebroadcast

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universefcb · 4 months ago

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loved your makeout w pau fic.. can you do one w marc bernal where his teammates walk in and make a big deal and reader is so blushy while he’s all smiling and smirking

↬❥ Embarrassing clothing.

Marc Bernal x Fem!Reader

sy: You're having a bit of an intimate moment in the locker room, but his teammates arrive just in time.

a/n: I loved writing this, it sounds so juicy. And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: Smut, not disgusting smut. Fun ending.

The smell of cut grass and sweat was still in the air when you walked into the team’s locker room. Barcelona had just finished training, and most of the players had already left. But you knew Marc Bernal was still there.

And that's exactly why he found it.

He had his back to you, taking off his sweaty shirt when he saw his reflection. The mirror in front of him revealed the satisfied smile that appeared on his lips.

“What are you doing here, Mi cielo?” the husky voice sent a shiver down her spine.

“I just… stopped by to see if you needed any help.” His voice was low, but full of ulterior motives.

Marc turned around, his dark eyes scanning you from head to toe. Wasting no time, he advanced towards you, his hands firmly on your waist, pulling your body against his.

“What kind of help?”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours. The kiss was intense, urgent. His hands slid over your body, firm, possessive, as he pressed you against the nearest locker. The taste of him was addictive, a mix of desire and adrenaline.

Marc’s fingers slipped under your shirt, slowly moving up, touching your warm skin. Your body reacted to every touch, to every husky sigh that escaped his lips as the tension between you grew.

He politely broke the kiss for a second, his breathing quickening.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He murmured against her skin, trailing wet kisses down her neck.

Your hands slid down his broad shoulders, lightly scratching his warm skin. You wanted to respond, but all that came out was a low moan as he bit your neck.

His hands moved down to your thighs, lifting your body against the lockers, your bodies pressed together, the heat between you almost unbearable. You felt his breathing quicken, the pressure of his body against yours making you dizzy.

“Marc…” you sighed, your fingers tugging at his hair.

He chuckled against her skin.

“Tell me, Hermosa… what do you want?”

Before you could respond, a noise echoed through the locker room.

“WHAT THE FUCK—”

Pau Cubarsí’s voice cut through the air, and your body froze. Before you even had time to react, another voice joined the conversation.

“Oops, sorry to bother you!” Hector walked in laughing, his eyes wide as he saw the scene.

Marc, however, just rested his forehead against his shoulder and started laughing. Just laughed. As if he wasn't in the middle of a hot moment caught red-handed.

“Fuck, Bernal,” Raphinha said, leaning against the wall with a mischievous smile. “You really don’t waste time, do you?”

Your face caught fire. You tried to pull away, but Marc held you tight, chuckling against your neck before finally letting you go slowly.

“You guys took your time, huh?” he scoffed, adjusting y/n’s wrinkled shirt.

Pau rolled his eyes.

“Hermano, we were going to invite you out to eat, but apparently you already had another type of MEAL in mind.”

The chorus of laughter made your face heat up even more. You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear.

“You guys are insufferable,” he muttered, hiding his face in his hands.

“Oh, come on, y/n.” Hector laughed. “At least now we can be sure that Bernal doesn’t just lose concentration on the pitch.”

Marc just chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back towards him.

“You can keep talking nonsense, but I just want to know one thing…” he looked at you with a mischievous smile. “Where were we again?”

The locker room erupted into new laughter and screams as you patted his shoulder, trying to hold back your laughter.

“You’re impossible!” You hid behind your boyfriend’s big body.

Marc just winked at you, while his friends continued to laugh and joke around. But deep down, you knew that that satisfied smile only meant one thing: this was far from over.

The locker room still echoed with the laughter of Marc's friends. You were completely clueless, your face burning with embarrassment, while the boys continued to make jokes and poke fun at Marc.

“Seriously, Bernal, a locker room?” Raphinha scoffed once more, crossing her arms. “At least you could wait until we leave so as not to traumatize anyone.”

“Oh, shut up,” Marc laughed, running his hand through his messy hair. “You guys just don’t know when to not show up.”

Pau arched an eyebrow.

“Dude, it’s a LOCKER ROOM. A TEAM’s. Did you really think no one would come in here?”

Marc just shrugged, an unassuming smile on his face. You, on the other hand, wanted to evaporate.

“Can you guys go now?” he muttered, crossing his arms and trying to regain his dignity.

“We can… but SHOULD we?” Hector Fort is a mischievous right-back.

The boys looked at each other, as if they were plotting something. You already knew that nothing good was coming.

“No, wait.” Pau put his hand on his chin, feigning thought. “I think we have to do something before we leave.”

Marc snorted, he already knew they were up to something.

“You guys are insufferable.” Marc muttered with a laugh.

“Well, now that we know you’re in… good company,” Rapha said, holding back a laugh, “we have to make sure this happens right.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, suspicious.

It was then that, in a synchronized movement, the three began to clap slowly, as if they were applauding Marc.

You were startled when Raphinha threw some sexual protection packages at you, and that made you even more embarrassed.

“You don’t want to be parents now, do you?” You hid your face behind Marc’s back, who bent down and picked up those little packages.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,” Pau announced in a dramatic tone, “THE MAN, THE LEGEND, MARC BERNAL, DRESSING ROOM GUY!”

Marc threw his head back and laughed. You, on the other hand, widened your eyes, feeling your face heat up even more.

“My God, you guys are RIDICULOUS!” he exclaimed, hiding his face in his hands.

“Relax, y/n.” Hector winked at you. “We’re just happy for the couple.”

“But now we’re going to let you “finish” what you were doing,” Raphinha said, opening the locker room door and making an exaggerated gesture of farewell.

Before they left, Pau looked at Marc and was mischievous.

“Ah, Bernal, just remember not to get the team's shirts dirty, okay?”

The laughter echoed again before they finally left, leaving you and Marc alone again.

You snorted and looked at him, who just leaned against the locker with an amused smile.

“You have no shame, do you?”

“None,” he shrugged, pulling you by the waist again. “But you like it.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn't stop when he moved his lips to yours.

“So, how was I going to say it before we were interrupted…” he murmured against her mouth.

A shiver ran down her spine when she felt his hands firmly on her hips.

“Marc…” his voice came out as a sigh.

He glows, his eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Relax, Preciosa… now the locker room is all ours.” His hand went inside her shorts, before he smiled into the kiss.

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Mistakes

Jungkook knew from the first look at your eyes, that you'd be the biggest mistake he'll ever make.

Tags/Warnings: Aged up!Jungkook, Younger!Reader, Age Gap (9 years, JK is mentioned to be 34/35), Angst, Mature romance, Smut, car sex, protected sex, no strings attached, big dick!Jungkook, implied size kink, very mild Dom!Kook undertones, oral (m. receiving), sugar daddy!Jungkook vibes but only in a joking manner

Length: 7k words (oops)

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Jeon Jungkook doesn't really attend parties- typically.

But this time, for this occasion, he can't really pull himself out- he's got to at least show up for a moment, be there and present, before he can call it a night and go home. It's not like he hates his coworkers or employees most of all- he's just not that good at socializing, and never really was.

He's learned to be alone, and now he's too good at it.

A lot of the people in the hall, he doesn't know. That's probably because he's allowed people to bring a plus-one, so most of the people here are couples, which makes the whole situation just so much worse. "You could at least try and appear like you're having fun, you know?" Taehyung laughs, standing closer to his coworker now, a drink in hand. "It's not that bad." He tries to lighten the mood, but Jungkook just rolls his eyes.

"It's not even been an hour and I already want to go." He sighs.

"Why not leave then?" Tae wonders, sipping his non-alcoholic drink, since he's gonna have to drive home later, his wife currently conversing with other coworkers. "Oh, right, because Namjoon-"

"God don't remind me." Jungkook mumbles, shaking his head as he sips his whiskey. "I can't believe I lost that bet." He growls to himself, watching how someone seems to struggle with choosing the right food at the buffet, plate still empty even after several minutes. You look young, or maybe you're just short- he's not sure, but what he is sure about is that you do not work for him or his company- at least not in the same building. He would've noticed you, just like he does right now.

"I think she's Yoongi's plus-one? Or at least he drove here with her together.." Taehyung mumbles, having spotted his friend watching you.

"She looks young." Jungkook mumbles. "And I thought Yoongi was seeing the secretary we hired a few months ago?" He wonders, finally letting his eyes leave you alone, form-fitting dress very complimenting to your body, not too revealing, but still somewhat teasing.

Taunting him, almost.

"Oh, he does! Namjoon caught them making out in Yoongi's office last week." Taehyung laughs. "She's probably just a friend." He shrugs.

A friend, huh?

"Maybe something for you though?" Taehyung jokes. "I mean, I think I saw her drinking earlier, so she's at least of legal age." He laughs, making Jungkook cringe at him. He doesn't really find this whole joke funny- not at all, but Taehyung is right when it comes to Jungkook having a.. severe lack of company these past few years. Only occasionally does he have some sex without any strings attached- never brings anybody home however, refuses to cling to someone.

He's divorced anyways. Most women don't really find that very appealing.

Maybe he can have some simple company this time as well, nothing serious at all- it's been a while, after all, and everyone's an adult here, no matter the age difference. As long as he communicates it properly, there's no reason not to at least converse with you.

So he does indeed approach you, finding you still at the buffet, barely anything on your plate at all.

"Too much to choose from?" He wonders next to you, and he realizes the huge mistake he's made when approaching you the second you lift your head to look at him.

The lights reflect in your eyes like mirrors, minimal makeup perfectly enhancing your features, lips shiny with the most sinful shade of lipgloss this world probably has to offer. He's a goner, right away, lost in the sight of you, as if he's been thrown into the deep end of a pool so cold that it freezes his muscles, making him sink down to the bottom like a stone.

"Oh, no.." You answer, looking back at all the foods. "I have a shellfish allergy, so I'm not sure what I can eat.." You mumble, one hand having reached up to play with the sparkling pink gemstone hanging around your neck.

His mouth feels dry for a second, before he catches himself.

"Here." He mentions, pointing at some small numbers near the names of the foods on the small cards. "Those small numbers, the three right there is for shellfish." He offers, pointing towards a different card close by where the numbers are explained.

"Oh! Thank you so much, I hate contact lenses!" You laugh to yourself. "I usually wear glasses, but I wanted to look pretty.." You giggle, putting some food onto your plate now.

"I'm sure nothing can ruin a face like that." He flirts without truly thinking about it- making you visibly blush, trying to contain a smile.

"I appreciate the compliment…?" You wonder, and Jungkook knows, he's probably about to make another, grave mistake.

"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook." He introduces himself, and you tell him your name in return, smiling oh-so devastatingly beautiful.

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His plan was absolutely not to explore what might be beneath that pretty dress of yours- and it seems like that might stay that way despite his length inside you.

You're moving your hips in ways that makes him dizzy, mind clouded with lust as you bounce up and down, hands on your back the only thing helping you avoid accidentally hitting the steering wheel. He's pushed the seat back as far as it goes, but you can never be too sure- he wouldn't want you to honk and draw attention to the surely shaking vehicle in the darkened parking lot.

The condom had been pure luck- he's not a fan of pulling out, so if it hadn't been there in the glove box of his car, he probably would've had to awkwardly call it quits before anything really happened at all. It's not like you both instantly were at each other's throats the moment you left the gathering- he simply offered to drive you home instead of Yoongi, who'd wanted to stay a little longer, while you complained about feeling tired. And in his car, you'd talked- casually so, something clicking, as he's now got you on his lap, bouncing on his dick like he's not experienced in quite some time now.

He feels a bit bad. Despite making sure that you know this is nothing but a casual fuck, it still feels a little odd to him. He doesn't like things like these- it feels like he's using you, and he's not a fan of such situations.

Though he can't deny that you feel absolutely divine.

The rain is heavy outside, pushing against the car's windows from all sides, drowning out the otherwise rather obscene sounds coming from between your bodies. Your hands are on his shoulders, fingers gripping his muscles beneath the fabric of his formal button-up. He refuses to kiss you, can't find it in him to do it, and you accept it, instead treating it as detached as you can, simply chasing your high as you fuck yourself on his twitching length.

He feels good. Thick, able to reach far inside you, but not enough to hurt.

The way he holds you is nice too- not too strong of a grip, only enough to guide you, keep you moving, keep you going. He's not big on dirty talk, isn't over the top with anything, and it almost feels like he's treating you like a woman, and not some chick he's met at a party. There's a certain sense of respect he's offering you that gives you confidence, makes you feel powerful for once even though he's clearly setting the pace.

This is something you don't usually get to have. Someone taking you seriously.

"You close?" He asks out of breath, avoiding your eyes, rather looking at your lips, though never moving into action. A limit he's set, and a limit he follows, he's clearly a man that doesn't wildly change his mind on the fly. Though, considering who he is, and where he is in life, he probably has had enough time to be untamed and wild already. You faintly wonder if he's ever been in a long-term relationship. Yoongi hasn't really talked about him much.

Neither have you asked. You've seen him, once or twice- but a man like that is out of range for you.

You nod when he grips your behind, reminding you quietly of his question, hips stuttering as he takes over, helping you move to chase his own orgasm right after yours. You're a bit overly sensitive, but you push through it just to see him clench his jaw, eyes closing as he groans out in relief, cum spurting into the condom inside you.

It's suddenly over, and not even your evening breaths can mask the slight awkwardness that's filling the car.

One of his hands keeps you close, though you have to lean against him a bit as to not move your hips too much as he reaches for something from the glovebox, plastic wrap of the small pack of tissues making a distinctive sound. "You okay?" He asks you, and you nod, now having switched places apparently as you avoid his face entirely.

You rather move a bit weirdly to accept the tissue offered, lifting your hips to awkwardly wipe yourself down, before pulling up your underwear and climbing back into the passenger seat, where you clean the inside of your thighs while he discards the condom from his length with a slight hiss of sensitivity.

You never really know what to say. You don't actually do this often- this is only the second time you've ever hooked up with anyone like this, and it's just as weird as the first time.

"Thank you, by the way." He offers, taking the challenge away from you as he puts the tied up condom in the tissue to discard it at home later. "Let me drive a bit closer to the building, just so you don't get too wet." He says, pulling his seat back into proper position before he starts the car.

Such a gentleman- You're a little disappointed. But only mildly so. Will you even stay in his mind?

Probably not.

You're way too young for a man like him, who most likely wants a proper woman in his life instead of a.. instead of you. You're not even sure where you are at in life- neither a woman nor a girl, somewhere in between, floating, unsure, neither and both. You know however for a fact that you'll remember him- probably for quite a while, before the memory will fade into nothing but a glimpse.

"There we go." Jungkook says, stopping the car very much in front of your apartment building, sideways so that you can run right into the main hall. "Please remember to text Yoongi, okay?" He reminds you. "He might be worried otherwise." He smiles kindly, and you nod, a bit forced, grabbing your light coat and your handbag. "And.. I enjoyed it. Very much so." He makes sure to tell you, making you nod a bit shy.

"I.. uhm, I'm glad." You nod, awkwardly, causing him to chuckle.

"Now go hurry inside before the rain starts again." He urges, making you nod dumbly once more before you open the car door, running inside the apartment building after closing the door.

And he drives off, back home, where nothing waits for him but the humming fridge and a cold, empty bed.

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Daehyun can be a little spoiled, but other than that, he's a well behaved kid for his age.

He loves staying at your place, though his questions on when you'll be getting another dog after your first passed away a year ago are sometimes a bit stinging to your heart. He's a child, obviously- he doesn't understand the hurt that can settle in your soul after losing such an important piece of your life, so you can't blame him for moving on a lot quicker than you.

He's too young to understand that yet.

"Uncle Yoongi has a cat now!" Daehyun tells you as he builds the lego set with you, his small hands having some difficulty here and there, but he's a quick learner, and a good improviser. "But he said I can't play with her, because she's a girl-cat, and girl-cats don't like playing." He explains, pouting a bit as he uses all his strength to pull two pieces apart again.

"Well, I think she's just be a little nervous still." You reassure the boy. "You know, she just moved into a new home. Things might be a little scary to her." You explain, and Daehyun nods.

"I only pet her a bit." Daehyun tells you. "Appa said we're gonna get a dog soon though!" He says with excitement, making you smile.

"That's nice." You agree, helping him pull some bricks apart. You like having the little boy over at your place- it makes you feel both like a grown person, and also like a child at the same time. Daehyun doesn't judge your vast collections of stuffed animals and lego sets- he only sees you as the nice aunt, a big sister, a friend of his dad where he stays over at often whenever work gets in the way and takes away most of Taehyung's attention. Just like this weekend- Taehyung having needed someone to look after the boy, Dae's mother constantly equally without any time. You're not sure how long that marriage is gonna last with her refusing to step back at least a little to properly take care of her own child, and with Taehyung's growing frustration over the situation.

You hope the poor boy won't get caught up in the crossfire. That would just be awful.

Hours later, all the toys put away, your doorbell rings, giving you the clue that someone must be now here to pick the young boy up. Probably either Jimin or Yoongi- but when you open the door, it's neither of them, but a casually dressed Jungkook, hands in his slacks as your gaze gets caught on the slightly unbuttered shirt that's tucked into the pants, LY-labeled belt buckle accentuating his rather slim waist.

What the fuck.

"Oh- uh, come inside." You offer, stepping aside to let him in, Daehyun quickly running up to Jungkook, who mirrors the excitement of the young boy as he squats down to hug him. You let them both have their moment, instead walking around to collect all of Dae's things, checking twice to make sure he didn't forget anything, as you text Taehyung to make sure the man is really supposed to take the boy with him.

He is, which makes you a bit upset. Taehyung could've told you before.

When you walk back inside the living room area, Dae is currently busy showing Jungkook a stuffed animal- a gift from Jimin a year ago, modeled after your dog as a keepsake. "He was suuuper big, and really nice!" Dae beams up at the man. "He always ate ice cubes, but-" the small boy inspects the stuffed animal a little, lips pouting. "-Noona said he was really old, so he went to sleep." He offers, and Jungkook seems to realize what the stuffed toy might actually be.

"Let's put him back on the table then, yeah?" He offers, a hand with faint ink taking the toy from the smaller hands of the boy to place it back next to the picture frame of your dog and the collar on the tiny table near the door where he used to sleep. "So he can sleep well." He explains, making Dae nod. When you make your presence finally known, Jungkook removes the hand, heavy watch on his wrist faintly hitting the edge of the table for a second, as he watches how you help the small boy into his jacket.

You're a little confusing.

"Alright." You say after successfully getting Daehyun to put on his shoes. "Theres- uhm, there's a, wait, I'll show you.." You say, moving to pull a little folder out of one of the bags packed. "This one, please make sure Taehyung sees this. It's Daehyun's homework, and he really needs to do them this time." You emphasize. "Just make sure he actually looks inside at least once.." You sigh, putting the bright red folder back into the bag.

"I'll make sure." Jungkook accepts, taking the bag from you. "Anything else?" he wonders, and you refuse any eye contact, instead shaking your head to hug Daehyun goodbye as you bring him and Jungkook to your front door.

"Noona, you gotta hug Jungkookie too!" Dae says, surprising you with his lack of formality when addressing his father's friend- but you don't question it.

And admittedly, Jungkook is fairly surprised when you do in fact reach out to hug him goodbye, though very formal. It's still.. oddly nice, you don't seem to wear perfume but rather rely on your scented bodywash, which smells very good to him. This is weird. Why is he getting such feelings of comfort for a simple hug with nothing attached to it?

And why is he kind of disappointed when it ends far too quickly?

But it gets worse in the car, because Daehyun has clearly gotten the wrong message entirely. "Noona doesn't have a boyfriend." He says from the backseat where Jungkook has placed the booster seat he's gotten from Taehyung in cases like these where he has to pick up the young boy. "And appa said you don't have a girlfriend." He says, making Jungkook nod and hum a reply. "Noona is really pretty." He giggles. Jungkook cant help but chuckle along.

"She is." He agrees, because he won't lie about that. You are very pretty in his opinion, though he can only really judge you mostly by looks alone. "Did you have fun? I heard you were there the whole weekend." He tries to steer the conversation away, but the young boy clearly doesn't get the message.

"Noona can cook really well!" He praises. "She always makes me my favorite, and then we watch tv in our 'jamas." He says, and Jungkook has to imagine you both probably bundled up in blankets on the small couch you have, watching kid's shows until the poor boy falls asleep.

Domestic. Do you like children? Want your own in the future, maybe?

"Jungkookie?" Dae asks, and Jungkook hums a reply, telling the kid he's listening. "Do you like Noona?" He wonders.

"I don't know her that much, dae. But she seems nice." He offers instead, trying to evade the interrogation of the small boy.

"Do you like drinking?" Dae wonders. "Like, the stuff appa says I can't have?" He asks, and Jungkook grows a bit weary. Why exactly would the young boy ask something like that?

"Sometimes. Why do you ask?" He asks the boy, who seems to deflate now.

"Then you can't be friends with Noona." He complains.

"Why not?" Jungkook wonders.

"Because, the guy noona liked for a while always got mean when he was drinking that stuff." Dae complains, looking out the window. "I was never allowed to play at noona's house when he was there. He really liked that stuff that smells bad, but it made noona upset." He says.

Jungkook tenses up a bit. "Was he ever-, how was he mean to you?" Jungkook wonders.

"He always told noona to do things for him, and never let her play with me." He huffs. "And Yogi didn't like him too, because he always had to stay in his bed." He complains. Jungkook assumes the boy is probably talking about the dog.

Jungkook doesn't know how to ask what he wants to ask. It doesn't concern him at all- after all, it seems like you're no longer together with that guy, so he shouldn't pry. But something makes him worry- deep down, he's awfully wary, since he now realizes you did indeed not even touch any alcohol at the party at all- the drink Taehyung had seen you hold non-alcoholic. How bad must the relationship have been? You might not have a fear of men, but you're clearly affected by the past, it seems like.

"Did.." no. He shouldn't be asking that. It's none of his business.

"Do you get mean too when you drink?" Dae wants to know. "Appa only gets really sleepy." He giggles. Jungkook laughs along. Taehyung truly does only get horribly tired whenever he drinks- and he knows for a fact that he never gets drunk when he has to take care of the boy alone, so he's not at all alarmed by those words.

"No, I don't get mean." Jungkook answers. "I don't really drink a lot of it, so it only makes me feel a bit silly." He offers as an explanation, and Dae nods.

"Then, maybe Noona won't mind." He says, causing Jungkook to chuckle, shaking his head.

"Why do you want Noona to like me so much?" He wonders, and at that, Taehyung's son becomes excited.

"Because, then my favorite people like each other!" He exclaims. "And that's really cool. Then we can have sleepovers together, and you can help me get a new dog for noona!" He says. "She's really sad that Yogi sleeps now. I think she's lonely." He whines.

"We can have sleepovers anyways, dae." He laughs.

"But, appa told eomma, that you need someone you like." He huffs. Jungkook reminds himself to scold his friend at a later date. "Because you're not happy now, and you're lonely. And noona's lonely too." He offers.

Luckily, Jungkook escapes any further questioning as he finally reaches Taehyung's apartment, ready to drop the young boy off.

The whole conversation not leaving him at all the entire rest of the day, as he realizes he forgot to show Taehyung the folder.

Crap. This is your fault.

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It's been weeks- and apart from rubbing one out to the remaining memories of you in his car, he's not really thought much about you at all.

He's seen you on occasion here and there at the grocery store or a coffee shop, which made him realize that you've always been right under his nose but he just never knew who you were, but you two don't really have had any actual conversations anymore.

There's no reason for it.

He now knows that you're actually the part-time nanny Taehyung used to have a few years back, when you apparently had just been fighting to find a new job to keep your apartment and not get kicked out for not being able to pay rent. Back then, Taehyung and his wife had been living separated for a bit after a pretty bad fight- so the father had needed someone to take some weight off his shoulders, and help with the small child who couldn't even talk yet. You helped raise Daehyun basically, more or less- and, according to Taehyung, it shows.

The young boy has a strong sense of justice, and shares everything he has happily- something that he's learned from you. It makes some odd things make sense now to Jungkook as well- how Dae has some habits that seem very unique, but also too specific to have been developing all on their own. The child holds the front of his shirt a lot- something Jungkook noticed you do in a similar way as well, whenever you think of something.

Today, it's Daehyun's birthday. And Jungkook is sure, that the young boy probably demanded that both jungkook and you had to be there.

And he's right.

The minute he enters Taehyung's penthouse, he spots you sitting on the floor with the child, who's currently trying to read his own birthday card to you, before he spots him in the doorway. You look pretty, yet again. No makeup it seems like, and he can't say that you need it. You obviously don't, eyes still sparkling dangerously, smile still as lethal as ever as you wave a little bit before getting up.

You're dressed comfortably. He likes the sight of it- the casual dress you wear not too short to be scandalous, but short enough to tease him with the skin of your legs, hidden beneath a sheer pantyhose. Or?

No. There's an upper hem of lace- those are just stockings.

"Jungkookie, appa said you'll drive noona home today?" Dae says, now held up on Jungkook's hip, as he looks at Taehyung who laughs.

"Dae, I said I'm gonna ask him if he can drive her home!" He scolds gently. "Hey- sorry, he just runs with whatever he hears." The father tells him, and Jungkook just smiles, shaking his head.

"I can drive her home, no worries." He simply affirms. "It's no problem."

"Taehyung I told you I can go home by myself!" You whine, and Jungkook is intrigued by this seemingly new side of you. He knows you as a little shy, soft spoken, polite. You always greet him when you see him, and you've talked a little bit in his car weeks back- but then again, you only know each other on a very surface level.

He wonders what you're really like.

"And I said you're not driving alone when you're sick." Taehyung threatens, dad-voice coming through as he attempts to push through your clearly stubborn behavior, and Jungkook can't help but watch intently as your eyes roll around, attitude clear as you don't take your friend seriously at all.

"Noona is gonna be a mommy!" Daehyun blurts out to Jungkook, and for a split second, his entire body freezes, blood cooling down to the negatives, bones filling with fear.

He wore a condom- but what if something happened? What if it leaked? Was that even possible? He's not against becoming a father, absolutely not- but he'd like to have a proper relationship for that, a stable one, not something like this.

"Daehyun!" You scold with red cheeks, and Taehyung runs a hand over his face. "Appa just asked me if I was, I'm not!" You whine embarrassed, sighing. "Oh god, guys, please! I'm an adult woman, I'm not sick, I can go home by myself." You complain, walking into the kitchen, presumably to escape the pressuring situation.

"She threw up earlier, that's why I asked her. Dae must've heard me." Taehyung says, after averting his son's attention back to the TV in the living room, where his favorite show plays. "She refuses to see a doctor for it. But you look like you've seen a ghost-" Taehyung teases, before his eyes sharpen. "…could it be that the mention of her becoming a mommy made you worry?" He pokes, and Jungkook furrows his brows, averts eye contact. "Holy shit, you two!?" He hisses, and Jungkook groans.

"Shut up, it was nothing." He simply says, while Taehyung's eyes widen in a scandalized manner.

"Nothing?! Jungkook, where is that nothing?" He argues, surprisingly sternly. "I'll drive her home."

"You're acting like I forced myself onto her-" Jungkook sighs, but Taehyung shakes his head. "Taehyung, you heard her. She's an adult woman, she can decide things herself." Jungkook defends you. "I'll drive her home, and I'll text you once she's dropped off." He says, before he walks into the kitchen where you're filling up a glass with water.

"Oh god that was embarrassing." You whine into your hands, before you shake your head. "He acts as if I'm dying any second whenever something's up." You mumble, drinking from your glass. He can see you're a bit less energetic- hand a bit shaky as you drink.

"He worries." Jungkook offers, leaning against the counter next to the fridge, across from you. "And you should go see a doctor if you don't feel well." He scolds, and yet again, you roll your eyes.

"And you should try and work on your facial expressions, mister." You huff. "I could see the panic a mile away when Dae said I'm pregnant." You bite, making him tilt his head a little "Either way, I'm fine. I can't afford to call in sick right now or my landlord will kick me out the minute my rent is late again." You laugh a little bitterly, finishing your water before you rinse the glass in the sink.

"Do you not get paid a regular salary each month?" He wonders. You shake your head.

"I do, but it's the monthly bonus that keeps me afloat." You explain. "And I only get that one if I'm not sick and bring appropriate numbers to the table." You sigh. "My landlord just searches for a reason to kick me out, I'm sure." You mumble as you dry your hands.

"How come?" Jungkook asks.

"I didn't want to go out with the guy." You shrug, not looking at him. "I like older men, but sixty? No thanks.." You huff, turning around to look at a smug looking Jungkook, his arms crossed.

"Would've never guessed." He tells you in a cocky manner, and you cross your arms to mirror his position in an exagerated manner.

"I would've probably let you screw me if you were younger too." You respond.

"Oh?" He raises his brows. This is oddly fun. "Were you that needy?" He teases, and suddenly, your eyes soften quite a bit, scaring him.

"No." You shake your head. "Guess you were just that charming." You shrug.

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"If your job pays that awful, why not change it?" Jungkook wonders as he maneuvers out the parking lot, leaving Taehyung's home behind after Daehyun had gone to bed.

You shrug.

"I'm lucky I got accepted in this one." You say. You're tired- it's obvious to him. "I dropped out of school too early. Now I'm facing the consequences- and honestly, it's not that bad either. I get by, and it's a quiet life I'm living, which is nice." You offer.

"Do you not have any ambitions?" He asks, relaxed now that he knows you're not one to be overly sensitive when it comes to more personal topics like that. You don't try to read between the lines where there's most of the time nothing at all to find.

"Its not like I don't have any ambitions." You respond, neither denying nor confirming. "It's more that I realized some of those ambitions were.. unrealistic. So I instead pursued what was." You shrug. "Nothing too deep. It's.. part of growing up, I guess." You explain.

Growing up. Talking to you, right now, truly does remind him of that. Almost two hands between you both in years, but you're awfully matured in the way you think at its core. You just have a softer shell around it, your opinions can still move, your mind still has some sort of wiggle room.

His doesn't. He makes decisions and sticks by them, most of the time. He doesn't like change, he enjoys his routine, keeps everything in order most of the time- until now.

Because you're definitely a decision he keeps bending around.

"How much is your rent?" Jungkook asks, and you look at him from where you're leaning against the car's window, an amused expression on your face.

"Why? You wanna be my sugar-daddy?" You joke, and he shrugs, much to your surprise.

"I don't care what you call it." He simply says. "But if it get's you to take some time and take care of your health, I can take care of a month's rent." He offers.

"I don't like that." You respond.

"I know." He laughs. "I've come to learn that you don't like accepting help. But it's something you can't avoid at times." He explains to you. "I'm just offering help. Whether or not you take it, is up to you." He shrugs.

"Why would you do that?" You wonder, suspicious.

"Because Taehyung worries about you. And Daehyun would be terribly upset if something was to happen to you." He admits. "I don't know you well enough to say that I'm doing this for you- so I'll be honest. I do this mostly for them." He says.

You nod. You like this- that he's actually telling the truth, instead of trying to woo you into something.

"Alright." You sigh, tired. "I'll.. text you?" You wonder, and he nods.

"I have your number from Taehyung already." He chuckles. "I just didn't have a reason to reach out yet." He admits.

You just nod, eyes falling shut for longer he notices.

You must be working hard if you're this exhausted. He really hopes you'll take care of yourself after he helps you sort everything out.

Hopefully his help is enough.

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He's lost control over the situation. How can this happen a second time?

He's been texting you these past few days, especially after you've finally took some time off of work to sort out your doctor's visits, having received some medication to finally help you resolve your issues.

He's not sure why he keeps coming back to you. And he's especially not sure how the hell he managed to get himself caught up in a situation like this twice, especially after Taehyung had been clearly upset about the first time.

There's something about you he can't really pin-point. It's both scary, and exciting.

You're kneeling on a small heart-shaped pillow from your small couch, hands occupied and slicked up with your own spit as you caress his length, head of it warm inside your mouth as you lick and suck. You've offered, and he assumed it to be a joke- but the moment you got down between his legs, all of his usual control over things went out the window. He might appear to be the one in charge, right in this moment, but he's truly at your mercy.

It makes him anxious. This shouldn't be happening.

But he can't deny the appeal of you taking care of him so well- it feels scarily intimate to have you between his legs like this, eyes closed as you seem to enjoy yourself, mostly due to his own hand reaching out to run his fingers through your hair, brushing it out of your face and taking the chance to offer some form of affection before he collects your hair in his fist for a second, long sigh escaping him as he feels the tip of your tongue push against the head of his cock, dipping into the small point, before you adjust your legs, letting go of him for just a second to lick from the base to the very tip once more.

You're a succubus, hidden behind a pretty face and sinful body.

He's not sure what your motivation is, hasn't really figured it out for the first time either. There's this little devil on his shoulder constantly urging him to accept your advances and let himself go, but the angel is louder, and keeps on feeding him doubts about the whole thing. He's consumed by his work, he doesn't have time for you, he can't offer you what you might want from a relationship. He doesn't even know if he himself is ready for something like that- he knows he should be, considering how long ago his divorce had been finished, but it's still odd to think about it. He's scarred by what went down, and doesn't want to go through this again.

He can handle being hated by one person he used to love. He wouldn't be able to have two doing the same.

It made him wonder if he's even someone worthy of having a relationship. Does he have enough to offer you that's not physical or monetary? No. He doesn't have time, he's awkward as hell, he doesn't like parties and rather enjoys laid back vacations somewhere no one knows him- if he even takes one at all. He wants a quiet life-

A quiet life?

'it's a quiet life I'm living, which is nice.'

Maybe it's your hands on his cock, the back of your tongue over his tip, or the way your fingers suddenly move to massage his balls just right- but he's facing this horribly ironic moment of both pleasure and realization at the same time as his cum shoots into your mouth, lips sealed over the head to suck him for all he's got. His hand keeps pushing your head, fingers digging into your hair, and you moan quietly at the faint sting of it.

His head rests back on your couch. His hand loosens, letting you go, while his eyes stay closed, breath deep and uneven as he tries to calm himself. He doesn't even realize how you tuck him back into his underwear as he softens, though you leave the fly and belt untouched, instead moving to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

You wait. For what? You're not sure.

"I.." He starts, taking in a deep breath, a hand through his hair trying to sort him out again. "..you.."

"Was it good?" You wonder almost innocently, watching him amused.

He nods. "Very." He simply answers, brain dumb. He hates this.

"Nice." You smile, before you move to put the little pillow back on the couch. "Do you wanna.. leave right now? Or stay for coffee?" You wonder, treating this all way more casual than he is. He's not sure what to do. But he knows you need to talk about this.

"Can you come here for a second?" He asks, and you nod, putting down the mug you got out of the pantry, making your way over to him to sit on the couch next to him. "I hope you know this isn't.. needed. I honestly just wanted to help you out with rent." He urges, and you nod.

"I know." You say, making him feel a bit lighter. "Was that.. not something you wanted?" You worry, but he shakes his head.

"I'm.. I'll have to be honest here." He sighs, having closed his pants and adjusted himself prior already, not leaning forwards with his elbows on his knees. He can't look at you- not if he wants to be honest and straight forward. "I'm not sure." He offers. "I think it's clear that there's an attraction going on- but I don't know how far this can go."

"I'm not in love with you or anything." You defend yourself. "Neither do I have a crush. I just like you." You shrug.

"That's good." He nods to himself. "It's good that you know that. That you... can distinguish it."

"I think your problem might have something to do with.. my age?" You wonder, and Jungkook turns his head towards you, eyes staying on your knees however. "Yoongi mentioned something once. That he has a friend who has some sort of mid-life crisis right now and thinks he's too old for everything." You giggle.

"And how do you know that would be me?" He calls you out a little offended.

"Because it just fits." You laugh. "You play around with Dae all the time, but the second someone watches you, you become all awkward. It's kinda sad." You admit.

"How so?" He wants to know.

"Because it's dumb." You say, leaning back against your couch.

"Maybe for you. But when you're my age-" He starts, and you suddenly start to laugh, cutting him off.

"See! That's how I know you're the one with the crisis!" You joke, hand hitting his shoulder playfully, and without any intention to hurt. "I'm not a kid. I can make my decisions just fine." You say.

"And your decision is?" He wonders, now looking at you.

"That I want to get to know you." You tell him. "I want to.. see where it goes." You offer.

"What if it goes nowhere?" He argues. "I can't promise you some fairytale love-story." He denies. "I'm divorced, I want children at some point, I don't like parties, I work long hours-"

"But that's stuff that we can work out, no?" You wonder. "Time is what you're scared of, right? Then how about this-" You say, suddenly sitting on your knees, body facing his. "Every day you're not trying is a day you could be spending in a more productive way. For example, by getting to know me. Trying out if your idea of a relationship aligns with mine, if your work schedule is too packed, all of that." You offer. "Right now, we could already be talking about more interesting things than the 'what-if'. Or, in your big-man-terms:" You joke, leaning closer to him. "You're wasting time."

"Have you ever considered a career in communication-training?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "You're awfully great at this." He praises, making you giggle.

"Nah, I like my normal nine-to-five." You say. "Even if it barely pays enough."

"Well I heard someone's taking care of rent at the moment." he offers, reaching out to tuck some hair behind your ear.

"Well, only for a month, so that's a bummer." You shrug, leaning into his hand now holding your cheek.

"..I'm not used to being in a relationship." He sighs.

"We can start just being friends." You respond.

"I think we're a little past the general boundaries of friendship." He chuckles.

"Then friends who occasionally have sex." You roll your eyes.

"That's not very romantic." He argues.

"You can fuck me with music in the background?" You joke, and he shakes his head, laughing.

You're truly far more than he thought you are, and he's not sure if he's worth your time. But he wants to be. Looking at you, right now, he wants to be worth it. He wants to put the effort into it, even if it doesn't work out in the end. He wants to try- so that even if you don't fit, you at least had some good memories together that were worth the time spent.

He wants to try.

Even if it's a mistake.

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A Not-So-Disastrous (Book 1) Chapter Eleven

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Eleven: Accidents and Reveals

Summary: Saiki has an accident on the beach with the hotel. However, the worst part of his day is having a heart.

(Y/N) walked through the grounds of the hotel. After all day of being with people, they had wanted a moment to themself, and on the beach, they could see the stars, so they walked down to the end of the beach before returning to the hotel. ((Y/N) knew it was the curfew, and they were late, but oops).

They arrived at the beach chairs of the hotel and saw Saiki and Toritsuka. (Y/N) brightened upon seeing them (mostly Saiki).

(Y/N) opened their mouth to call out when they saw Saiki lift a hand and a giant shipwreck floated out of the hole where their hotel should be.

…

In the moment (Y/N) took to (unsuccessfully) process that, the shipwreck disappeared and was replaced by their hotel.

“What the hell?!” they cried.

Toritsuka and Saiki froze. Slowly—nearly creaking—they turned to face (Y/N). Toritsuka and Saiki turned blank, and (Y/N) stared just as blankly back.

“Saiki, they saw!” cried Toritsuka. “Do something!”

“If I try to do anything, I’ll lose control,” said Saiki. Without his receiver, his powers were way too powerful.

“Saiki, did you do that?” said (Y/N), eyes wide.

Saiki was silent, and Toritsuka looked at him nervously.

“I did.” Saiki risked it all and spoke the truth. “I’m a psychic.”

“As in telepathy, psychokinesis, teleporting, and all that stuff?” said (Y/N) slowly.

“Yes.”

Silence followed. Toritsuka looked between (Y/N) and Saiki nervously. Saiki was sincerely wishing he could read (Y/N)’s thoughts.

“Okay,” said (Y/N).

Toritsuka’s jaw fell open. “That’s all?!”

“It’s Saiki,” said (Y/N), smiling and shrugging. “I know he’s a good person, and I’m his friend. This is just another part of who he is. It doesn’t change what I think of him.” They laughed nervously. “Even if knowing he can hear my thoughts is awkward.” After all, I have a crush on him, and he hates that stuff…

“I can’t hear yours,” said Saiki.

“You can’t?” said (Y/N). Then that meant…

“Your earrings mean I can’t,” said Saiki.

I’m never taking these off, thought (Y/N). “Alright.”

“You’re really just okay with this?!” shouted Toritsuka. “Even I thought it was crazy and am scared of him!”

“You’re scared of Saiki?” said (Y/N), cocking their head in surprise. “Why?”

“Because I know what he thinks,” said Saiki.

“Oh, ew, that sounds worse for you,” said (Y/N), looking at Toritsuka distastefully.

Toritsuka laughed nervously as he realized he was drawing attention from (Y/N) and Saiki for all the wrong reasons. “Aha, shouldn’t we focus on the hotel?”

“It’s back,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

Toritsuka deadpanned. He thought they were way too okay with everything already.

“We need my receiver,” said Saiki, pointing to his head where he was missing one. “Or else I might have another accident.” He turned towards Toritsuka. “So what did you do with it?”

“What?” said Toritsuka. “I didn’t take it! I swear.”

Saiki frowned slightly. Toritsuka wasn’t lying. “Then who…” He straightened as he overheard Mera and Yumehara talking in their room. Teruhashi was missing. “It was Teruhashi. She disappeared somewhere with my control device. I’ll find her with my clairvoyance.” Saiki crossed his eyes. “Oh, she’s okay.”

“That’s good,” said (Y/N), breathing a sigh of relief.

Saiki saw a bear in his vision. “Oh, no, she’s not okay!” He looked at (Y/N). “Keep track of Toritsuka while he looks like Teruhashi.” Without any explanation of what that meant, Saiki teleported away.

(Y/N) blinked and turned towards Toritsuka. “What did he…” they trailed off as all they saw was Teruhashi in front of them. “Oh.”

Toritsuka beamed “Do I look like her?! Oh, man, perfect! I can get into the girl’s dorms—”

“Don’t even think about it!” chirped (Y/N) cheerfully.

(Y/N) was relieved when the real Teruhashi returned to the dorm, safe and sound. No one else noticed the change, but (Y/N) had been up all night watching for her, and when a body appeared in her bed after everyone was asleep, they could breath a sigh of relief knowing everything had gone alright. (Y/N) hesitated a moment before taking out their earrings.

Good job, Saiki.

(Y/N) put their earrings back in, satisfied with the message they’d sent, and promptly lay down to sleep. They were exhausted. Way too much had happened today, and, hey, no matter how well they took it, learning that their (best) friend (and crush) had psychic powers changed your perspective on the world. (Y/N) deserved a good sleep to digest that.

Saiki stood on the beach, ready to teleport back to his own house for a proper sleep.

Good job, Saiki.

He paused. Those were (Y/N)’s thoughts. He’d never heard them before. He had to admit, their voice sounded better in his head than others.

Saiki allowed himself a smile. And then he promptly schooled his expression. Something was going on with him, and it was just his own exhaustion keeping him from figuring it out. Saiki would have to confront it soon, though. He had no choice.

The following morning, everyone gathered for breakfast, and no one seemed to have noticed anything amiss from the previous night.

“When’d you come back yesterday, Saiki?” asked Kaidou. “You weren’t in the room at lights-out, were you? Where’d you go?”

Well, people had noticed a bit, but not enough to really worry.

“He went to find me,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I went on a walk down the and forgot about the time.”

“Oh, okay,” said Kaidou.

Saiki glanced at (Y/N). They seemed so…fine, even though he’d probably destabilized their entire view of the world with the reveal of his powers. How were they alright? How was (Y/N) so accepting?

Something in his heart beat a moment quicker. Saiki couldn’t understand (Y/N)’s calm, easy acceptance of him, but he was…glad of it. Just glad.

The pineapple farm visit had gone about as Saiki expected. Mera had eaten a ton of samples and had to be pulled away by Yumehara. Teruhashi was gifted whole pineapples to take back home with her. Toritsuka made inappropriate jokes about fruits (as compared to women’s you-know-whats) and grossed out everyone.

The aquarium also let everyone mess around and just be themselves.

“Whoa! It’s huge!” Nendou stared at the whale shark with wide eyes. “Isn’t that Capture Level for that thing at least twenty?!” (He thought Pokémon and real animals were the same thing, unsurprisingly).

“Hmph. So your world is shrouded in darkness, too, huh?” said Kaidou, smirking as he looked at the “Ecology of Deep Sea Fish” display.

“Wow, the fish are gathering around Teruhashi,” said Hairo, surprised.

An entire school of fish had swum up to the window to just stare at Teruhashi as she smiled and was fawned over as usual.

“They’ve mistaken her for a mermaid!” exclaimed another classmate.

That accounted for all of Saiki’s friends bothers except one. Saiki looked around and spotted (Y/N) looking at a tank of betta fish. They caught his eyes, smiled, and waved him over.

Saiki decided that it wouldn’t be terrible to stand with them (translation: he’d enjoy himself). He walked over and looked at the display they were enjoying.

It was a tank of betta fish swimming around, and they were all beautiful and multicolored.

“Look, that one’s pink, just like your hair,” said (Y/N), gesturing to one and smiling. “It’s a Saiki fish.”

Saiki had to begrudgingly agree that if he transformed into a betta fish he might actually be that color. “It is.”

(Y/N) chuckled to themself and read the display on the fish themselves. Saiki watched them and furrowed his brow. They were acting so normal, and he still couldn’t reconcile what he thought their reaction would be (should be?) and what it was.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He couldn’t help but ask. (Y/N) was…Well, they meant something to him. He couldn’t help but check in on them.

“Huh?” (Y/N) frowned. “What do you mean? I’m fine.”

“With what I told you last night,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) burst out laughing. “Oh, Saiki, of course I am.”

Saiki gave them a deadpan look of disbelief, and (Y/N) shook their head in amusement and waved a hand.

“Seriously, Saiki. I don’t care. I mean, sure, it was a lot to learn about, but I don’t care. The…power thing I can deal with,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “Even if it takes a moment.” They smiled warmly. “But I don’t need to deal with what I think about you. That doesn’t change. I told you that last night, and I was serious.”

“I think you have a screw loose,” said Saiki bluntly.

(Y/N) rolled their eyes. “Saiki, you’re my friend. There’s not much you could say to make that change. And having, you know, unusual abilities isn’t one of those things.”

“You really don’t care.” Saiki stared at them, trying to understand their mind.

“Why would I?” said (Y/N) as if it was the easiest statement in the world. They smiled, and Saiki thought the entire air warmed around them with their kindness. “I care about who you are, not what you can do. And to me, you’re just Saiki. Now you’re Saiki who can do cool stuff. It’s just a new part of you I’m honored to learn about.”

Without another word, (Y/N) happily turned away and walked down to another tank of the aquarium. Apparently, their words felt so truthful and obvious that moving on was no problem.

Behind them, Saiki was left with many more thoughts than (Y/N) had.

They really don’t care. They don’t think any differently of me. I’m still just Saiki. Their friend.

Saiki’s heart thrummed at the word, and he watched them go. He was…glad—no, happy—that (Y/N) accepted him. They meant so much to him, and to know that they still saw him in the same way and didn’t care about his powers meant just as much. It solidified what Saiki had been trying to avoid thinking of for quite a while: what (Y/N) really meant to him.

Friend had been the right word for only a brief moment as Saiki came to accept what he thought. But now, with this reveal on his part and their complete acceptance and continued respect of him as a person, Saiki was forced to reconcile with the beating of his heart, normally so still.

Saiki had feelings for (Y/N). He had a crush on (Y/N).

It was an entirely new feeling, but he knew it was true. He wanted to be around them. He liked their presence, looked for them in crowds, anticipated seeing them. And now, Saiki knew that they understood every part of him and still cared about him—as a friend, he had to remind himself. And that meant the world. (Y/N) was his friend, yes, and he appreciated them as that. But underneath, in his own heart, he cared about them as more.

“(Y/N).”

They glanced back in confusion as Saiki walked up to them again. It was rare he used their name, even though (Y/N) had asked him long ago to call them by their first name.

“Yeah, Saiki?” said (Y/N).

“…Call me Kusuo.” He didn’t try to explain why.

He could lie and say it was just easier, or tell a part of the truth that he had been more honest with (Y/N) than he had been with anyone else in his life. That they were the first person he’d chosen on his own to tell about his powers and he was honored that they respected him still and wanted to acknowledge (Y/N) was his friend.

But Saiki didn’t say anything.

That didn’t matter. He had a feeling that (Y/N) understood as they gazed at him warmly.

“Alright, Kusuo.”

Oh, wow.

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