#i completely forgot to pimp this on here

[murkycran]

Staticmoth/Voxval Fic Rec List

Welcome to my Staticmoth/Voxval Fic Rec List! :D

I will keep updating this periodically as I read more fics, so feel free to check back every once and a while! I'll reblog it when I update it, plus make a note with the date at the top. Trust me, this is by no means a complete list; there's fics I still want to add to this that I just haven't gotten to yet. I just decided to go ahead and post it anyways, because if I kept waiting until I ran out of fics to rec I'd probably be working on this forever.

These are not in any particular order; I'm going by both my Bookmarks list on AO3 and my memory of fics I forgot to bookmark. I also tried to make notes on what fics were written before season 1 released, but I might have missed some, so keep that in mind.

Please let me know if any links don't work!

✨Before you proceed:✨ read the tags on these fics if you decide to read them. Many of them have heavy material - no surprise given the fandom, but still, felt like this needed said. On that note, there's also fics with explicit material and some fics are straight up PWP. Again, read at your own risk/heed the tags.

Fic Rec List Masterpost

Radiostatic Fic Rec List

Misc. Vox Fic Rec List

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Freak-A-Zoid by Femalefonzie

Summary: A shortage of suppressants in Hell means that Vox is going to be enduring a heat for the first time in years. Who better than the Vees' resident pimp to help him through it? Afterall, the last thing they need is for someone to complicate the situation with "feelings" and Val was the best at keeping love and lust separate. Until now.

TLDR; Valentino plays himself.

Notes: SO FUCKING FUNNY. Cannot read this in public bc I laughed too much. Val and Vox are both idiots. Perhaps the most human depiction of them that I've seen, especially during sex. Neither of them are suave or coordinated, but by god are they trying.

system takeover by Subedarling

Summary: Velvette has never been the type to play hero. But when a mysterious new player enacts a dangerous plot to usurp the Vees' power, taking her two idiots hostage in the process, that's exactly where she finds herself. Now she has no choice but to go on an impromptu rescue mission, maintain the facade that everything is fine to the outside world, and prove why she's the backbone of the Vees—and she hasn't even had her morning coffee yet.

Vox and Val are going to owe her so hard after this.

Notes: Technically Velvette-centric but I'm including it anyway bc it does have Staticmoth; found family. She's so badass in this, I love it. The Staticmoth is very sweet. :3

even if i quit there's not a chance in hell i'd stop by Subedarling

Summary: Valentino stretches his arms over his head as he enters the kitchen, yawning. His robe is hanging loosely around him, and God, if Vox were to run his hand down his chest he could probably count all his ribs. He stops short when he sees the plates waiting for him on the counter. His eyes narrow. “The hell is this?”

“You know, most people would say thank you when their partner makes them breakfast,” Vox says dryly.

Notes: Very tender. A good kind of hurt. Deals with ED.

Parvulus by Heliosolar

Summary: Vox woke up to something... unusual. Terrifying, even. He calls Valentino, desperate for the help.

Valentino is, of course, irresponsible, and Vox is exhausted.

He just wanted to get through the day like normal, why did this have to happen?

Notes: Written before season 1. The art of Tiny Vox is not linked, but I've seen it before and it is SO CUTE. If anyone has a link, please share with me so I can link it here!

A Wager of Desire by Heliosolar

Summary: Valentino and Vox have a small dispute over something meaningless, so they make a bet.

Vox has to last an entire dinner while at Valentino's mercy.

What could go wrong?

Notes: Written before season 1 release. One of the first Staticmoth fics I read. :)

Venenum by Heliosolar

Summary: During an uneventful meeting, Vox makes the mistake of stealing a drink from Valentino.

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

Getting Railed (By Child Support) by Charnel_Goat, spappest

Summary: The female of several species can store sperm for many years prior to using it to fertilize her eggs. As it turns out, spider trains do this too.

Decades after their romantic fallout, Overlord Choo Choo Charles is knocking on Val's door to demand he take responsibility for the results. By way of kidnapping his boyfriend to lure him to his den.

Notes: One of the crackiest fics I've ever read. Vox is an idiot with a horrible sense of self-preservation and Val fucks a spider train without birth control. Just...read it, okay? I literally cannot think about this fic without giggling like an idiot every time.

Beautiful Monster by IceBlueButterfly

Summary: “You’re late,” is the first thing that comes out of Vox’s mouth.

That sharp smile somehow grows wider.

“I believe the term is ‘fashionably late’ baby,” a smooth voice with a light Spanish accent replies.

Which… okay if Vox is being honest, is kind of hot.

Screen heating up a little more, Vox shoots a bored look.

“Or just late,” he snips back. “Oh well,” he claps his hands. “Doesn’t matter, you ready to get down to business?”

“Oh baby,” a bright gleam in even brighter eyes, “I’m always ready to get down.”

Vox is already regretting this decision.

OR Moments in time throughout Vox and Val's relationship. Vox may have no idea what the moth demon will bring to his life, but neither does Val.

Notes: A very nice exploration of how Vox and Valentino's relationship evolves.

Only a Shadow by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox shows up on the hotel’s doorstep with no memory of how he got there or who he is. They agree to house and heal him, and slowly but surely he finds joy in becoming better. Then Valentino shows up and is forced to choose between self-altering addiction and the closest he’s ever come to love.

Meanwhile, Velvette has a new potion brewing, one that will grant her more power than the Vees ever had. Only Vox and Val can stop her, but will goodness really overcome evil? Or will they be only a shadow of their former selves?

Notes: The Voxval is currently toxic and only just now being touched on in Chapter 9 of the fic; I say 'currently' because the author explains in the AN of the first chapter that both Vox and Val will go through some "self-discovery and healing". Seriously, just read it. It's very good!!

You Found Me by passthevoxcord

Summary: Long before Velvette came along, it was just them. Vox and Valentino. Valentino and Vox.

Notes: Includes some interesting headcanons for Vox and Val.

Virtual Reality by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox gets tired of his cybernetic biology being a barrier to his sex life, so he starts a new project to fuck Valentino in VR. Val will try anything once, but he has something else in mind.

Notes: Surprisingly sweet. ^_^

Muted by passthevoxcord

Summary: Val helps a nonverbal Vox deal with sensory overload.

Notes: Sweet and tender. :)

Freaky Friday by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox and Val wake up stuck in the other’s body, but it’s no big deal because they both know how easy the other has it. Right?

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Sweet take on the different challenges Vox and Val face in their daily lives.

Something Akin To Love Series by Awesome_Possum

Summary: Vox's taste in partners is delightfully self-destructive and that's an itch Valentino is more than happy to scratch.

It's not safe or sane, and whether or not it's technically consensual is heavily up to interpretation, but what they have is probably something akin to love.

A collection of StaticMoth fics set in generally the same continuity.

Valentino is awful and Vox is unfortunately really really into that because a control freak in the streets is a masochist in the sheets.

Notes: Has 2 parts, both very much worth reading. Very funny, lol. Vox is in a hell of his own making but enjoying it at the same time.

Update Prescription by innerfray

Summary: Vox tricks Valentino into getting his eyes checked. They're forced to confront the nature of their partnership.

Notes: One of my favorite Staticmoth oneshots. Felt like an interesting take on Val's blindness. Angst so good...

Like Moth to a Flame (Or to a Bright Blue Screen) by datweirdo

Summary: Valentino is a moth after all

Notes: Cute and funny!!! "You fucking murdered him" lmao

30 Decibels by Shortsighted_Owl

Summary: Somewhere, under the low humming of the monitors, the quiet gurgling of replacement coolant being piped into Vox body, a new noise - dry, yet somehow viscerally wet, and so very soft - made itself known, but only just.

And Valentino almost missed it. - After a fight with Alastor, Valentino watches vigil over Vox’s broken form.

(What if Vox still has organic vocal cords, and after a fight with Alastor, the synthesiser he uses to amplify his voice is destroyed. What if Valentino hears Vox’s real voice for the first time?)

Notes: Heed the tags, there is in fact body horror lol. Sweet but mildly horrific. <3

Priest, mailman, cruise captain or chef? by Destabilize

Summary: Inspired by Vox's outfits in Stayed Gone - Val and Vox try out some kinky stuff with a priest outfit, to mixed success.

Ah ha!” Val squealed with delight, wine glass drained and thrown on a sofa, “This!” Val was standing proudly by the wardrobe holding up a long red robe with a hat and some kind of sash. Vox scowled, “Is that a fucking priest outfit?”

“Si! Isn’t it fun- it’s in your colors too!”

“You wanna be a priest?”

“No baby! You be a priest and I can,” Val sidled up and leaned down, puffing some smoke in Vox’s face, snaking an arm around his waist, “lead you astray...”

Notes: Surprisingly cute and funny! Vox fails epically at roleplay and it is hilarious.

riding out the drop by spoondrifts

Summary: Like he’d said before, killing Alastor was Vox’s kink, not his. He had been prepared to sit back and enjoy the temporary chaos until Vox got over himself.

What he hadn’t accounted for was the possibility that Vox was exactly as obsessive, bitter, and desperate for Alastor’s acknowledgement now as he had been seven years ago. Distance hadn’t made the heart grow fonder: distance had made a highly detailed revenge scrapbook complete with a conspiracy corkboard done up in red string.

Or: Valentino gets fed up with Vox's fixation on the radio demon. They fuck about it.

Notes: Features (sex favorable) asexual!Vox! :D (I lowkey headcanon him as ace ever since the "better than sex" comment)

Featherstone by spoondrifts

Summary: “To me,” Vox told the baby, “it seems like bad parenting to leave your helpless kid for a whole month with two unstable psychopaths and their parole officer. But hey. Who am I to judge.”

No intelligent reply was forthcoming.

Or: not-so accidental baby acquisition, starring the three least responsible idiots this side of the Pentagram.

Notes: Big Vees as family vibes. Wish so desperately this was canon.

vark attack by tarltonnnnn

Summary: Valentino has to petsit Vark for a day. Chaos ensues.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Vark is a big dumb (and very cute) baby.

Unplugged by pinkpunchy

Summary: Vox looks like he’s going to vomit. Valentino frowns.

“For the one who suggested this, you’re being a real pussy.”

“Fuck you! Just give me a sec.” Vox spits out, muttering darkly as he adjusts his shoulders on the pillows, trying to arrange his body for the moment he loses all function. Valentino, despite his impulsive nature, waits patiently. His manicured nails drag along the spot where cable and port connect, thumb smoothing up and down the flat surface surrounding it. Vox’s breath is coming faster now, not slower, something Valentino is tuned into as naturally as his own breathing.

“Hey.”

A large hand grasps a corner of Vox’s screen, tilting it up and putting an immediate stop to his fidgeting. Valentino smiles, red eyes narrowed to slits.

“Do you trust me?”

Notes: Sex as a...trust exercise? Lol I'm joking, but seriously. Sweet and hot at the same time.

Electric Desires: Lust, Power, and Unspoken Longings in Hell by Dani69696969

Summary: Vox is starting to get fed up with Angel Dust being the only thing Val talks about when Vox is right there, ripe for the taking. Inspired by Vox looking happy that Angel might have quit in Episode 2.

Notes: Very sweet. Plot with porn. :)

The Art of Pimping by MarenRose

Summary: Desperate to close a deal with one of the most lucrative investors in Pride, Vox does the unthinkable and pimps out Valentino for a one-time date. What could go wrong?

Notes: Vox's jealousy and possessiveness really brings out his stalker side in this lmao. Vox is a little pathetic and that makes his jealousy all the more funny to me. :D

Welcome to VoxTek Enterprises! by MarenRose

Summary: Subsequently, Valentino, of all people, has become the office’s saving grace.

(A series of VoxVal ficlets through the eyes of Vox’s assistant)

Notes: Pretty funny! Vox's assistants are really going through it. One of the tags is "Imagine being happy to see Valentino" lol.

(Fic rec list to be continued)

[storiesofsvu]

Law and Order thoughts for tonight

as per usual, here we go. honestly tonight, I was NOT into the other shows but svu did me good!

Okay, here we go.

Already completely forgot what happened on OC last week thank god for that recap LOL.

A (potentially) evil woman in an all white power suit!? Yes please

Okay, if she doesn’t turn out to be the mastermind I’m gonna be a little disappointed because she’s got balls and power and knows what she’s doing and he’s a little dweeb man…

Boss ass bitch is a boss ass bitch. Why do I always end up rooting for the bad guys wife? What is this show doing to me? Lolololol

“I just lost a UC last year” uh… Ayanna… are you two for two?

Oh… okay… we *were* talking about Gina despite that being in s1? Okay. What happened to Nova? Is she still alive?

Also this guy showed up in jail, started stirring the pot and got shanked, what did he expect?

Yeah pearl’s the one in charge and I’m so here for it. (also she definitely pegs him and you cannot tell me otherwise)

Oh but he’s got dirt on her? Great. Fuck this shit

Big shock. I’ve already completely stopped paying attention. Is it svu time yet??

The guy playing Russo has been on svu multiple times as multiple characters lololol. Including as Kim’s pimp in s17…

New guy’s hot… I’ll give him that LOL (is he though? Or is it just because he’s been on screen with stabler all episode?)

My stream cut out… wtf…. Im doing this legally…. LOL

Okay, got it back but now the subtitles aren’t working… *sigh*

Onto the mothership!!

Bro. this first suspect was on svu already… lort (I THINK he was the perp in the ep where the perp’s dad was olivia’s old partner/the guy from ER lol)

WHY is this girl wandering around in her underwear?? Like is this not a full fledged apartment building?

I do love Kate. Like, her and Samantha are the best part of this show. Would love to get to see Kate more in action, or have her pop up on svu to work with benson. Bad ass superior women. We stand.

Mehcad has a bomb fucking suit. Lookin bomb sir.

“I stopped listening when you said I was right” LOL. That’s a mood. Also I dare you say that to Melinda warner.

SAM FINALLY IN THE CORTROOM SOLO?!?! THANK FUCK (I know it’s just arraignment, but still…)

Everybody got blue suits this ep… im here for it.

God. This jerry guy is pissing me off. Then again, I always take the lawyers side, like 90% of the time because THAT is how things get solved/people get punished and justice is had like, ffs, how hard is it to do your job properly??

There’s 15 mins left in this ep…. I don’t think we’re going to get to court… hopefully SVU takes us to court tonight?? Cause I NEED SOME COURT ROOM IN MY LIFE.

Oh okay, here we are… but like… still.. not enough. We need more courtroom pls.

Oh good fucking GOD. WHY. I HATE THIS GUY. I get it, you want to make things right after fucking up the car search but THIS IS NOT THE WAY. Uuggghhhh. Is it svu time yet?!

“we” found it!?! NO SIR YOU!!!! Found it. Ffs. I hate it here.

He gained points by kicking him out I will not lie.

OKAY FUCKING FINLALY SVU TIME.

Grace looks amazing with the high pony, already into this.

I’M SORRY NO FUCKING STRAIGHT WOMAN HOLDS A CUP OF COFFEE LIKE THAT. MUNCY IS BI AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.

Omg all the wardrobe remarks are killing me. Does olivia not remember how she used to dress??

“do I look like the kind of girl who gets a pedicure?” I rest my case.

“oh yeah with which hand?” HAAA MUNCY GOING FOR THE KILLS HERE YESSS.

Yeah these two have major brother sister vibes PLEASE don’t force them together.

THAT BEING SAID… I do need the BOTH of them to *destroy* me and im not gonna complain if it’s at the same time…

Muncy really out here proving she’s fucking bomb

OHKAY GRACE PLEASE!! YOU ARE SITTING ON THAT DESK LIKE A FUCKING LESBIAN. I SWEAR TO GOD IF THEY TRY TO TELL ME SHE’S STRAIGHT!?? I WILL RIOOOOTTT

Imma have so fucking much to gif from this episode, jfc.

Okay they did a slightly better job of clearing this crime scene but its still not as good as Chicago.

YEEESSS WE STAN A SMOL KWEEN TAKING DOWN A GIANT PERP! FUCK!

Muncy’s getting sassed to wear a blazer meanwhile velasco’s wearing a dress shirt as a blazer… ffs

Jesus CHRIST amanda’s cheekbones…

Muncy back in a hoodie at the end of the episode lololol. Girl. You should’ve bought more than one blazer.

Olivia’s hair looks bomb!

Kelli… your side boob is showing…

Okay, that was a fucking good episode. I KNOW I was just complaining about the lack of court scenes, but this needed a full episode of just working the case/cases. And it gave us a little insight more into the new characters, gave us some personal lives, and the like. So… I’m here for it.

[pesterloglog]

Davebot, Aradia Megido

Page 510-512

DAVEBOT: that was fun but what do we do here

ARADIA: she will be fine

ARADIA: i dont think we need to do anything

DAVEBOT: should we put a blanket over her or something im just spitballing here megido trust the process

ARADIA: i think she looks nice like this :)

DAVEBOT: ok dr ghosts very helpful

ARADIA: you know if youre really concerned you could just pop forward a few weeks and take a little look

DAVEBOT: you know damn well im not gonna do that

DAVEBOT: aside from the fact we established i dont need to

DAVEBOT: on account of knowing everything im gonna do already

ARADIA: wow so fascinating

DAVEBOT: i know shell be fine and youll use this as an opportunity to try and get me to talk about fate and feelings

DAVEBOT: to be fair this was typical teen jade behavior

DAVEBOT: honestly shoulda done a little more research into that host body

ARADIA: that is a completely normal human sentence that a really well adjusted person would say

DAVEBOT: out of your god damnt mind if you think ill allow myself to be lectured about normal sentences by the queen of bones herself

ARADIA: :)

ARADIA: 8)

DAVEBOT: imagine having control of the cosmos and still getting knocked the fuck out by a cup of celestial seasonings sleepytime herbal tea

DAVEBOT: hee hee hoo hoo i can be in all places at once and have some sort of fucked up fanfic powers but also im trying to get my nap on

ARADIA: uh oh its bedtime

DAVEBOT: she has the ultimate freedom of being the storytime pharaoh but she forgot its lights out at eight past one

ARADIA: wow cherub curfew really doesnt play around

ARADIA: you described what she has as ULTIMATE FREEDOM

ARADIA: do you feel trapped?

ARADIA: i thought i was hanging out with the ULTIMATE DAVE

DAVEBOT: here it goes

DAVEBOT: i didnt scream it at you but yeah

DAVEBOT: shes a muse right isnt that the strongest class or

DAVEBOT: you know what its actually been

DAVEBOT: PROCESSING..

DAVEBOT: PROCESSING..

ARADIA: processing

DAVEBOT: a really long time since i necessarily felt surprised by skaias alpha timeline

DAVEBOT: once the commander in chief tells you to become a robot and you start experiencing every point in your timeline simultaneously

DAVEBOT: it all kinda blurs together

DAVEBOT: even if i got in the robot

DAVEBOT: even if i got all these crazy petaflops of processing pimpness now

ARADIA: dave you are not a flop!

DAVEBOT: shut up

DAVEBOT: even if i train every day

DAVEBOT: even if i watch every grubtube combat tutorial simultaneously

DAVEBOT: which i have

DAVEBOT: shit is just so fucking predictable now

ARADIA: yeah sucks that theres literally nothing at all to be done about that

DAVEBOT: feels like there is and i know you know that there is and i know you know i know that there is

DAVEBOT: but you have to tell me anyway

DAVEBOT: even though i cant stand the thought of you going on even more life altering and perilous journeys of self discovery without me

DAVEBOT: its t-

[simaraknows]

Summary: “The singing got louder and more off-key. Peter glanced at the clock. 9pm. He wasn’t sure what was more ridiculous: that he was still way behind on his reading or that Elias Bouchard was able to be this chipper during midterms. Peter got up. He hated everything about this flat but what he hated most was the noise. Peter slipped out of his room and crossed the small corridor. He knocked hard enough against the bathroom door to make his knuckles sting.”

or: And they were flat mates!

[all-the-genders]

watching game of thrones for the first time: season one

‼️semi spoilers⁉️

ive decided to document my reactions.

episode one:

awe look dogs.

legolas is in love with his sister wtf

"He's trying to pimp his sister" - my dad

aquamannnnnn

I hope the girls are girlbosses

does this have incest? these siblings have way too much chemistry

OH MY GOD BOOBIES

legolas stop it.

is that jesus next to a bunch of elves?

oh yay. rape.

oh little boy climbing a tree, oh no he hearing people having sex.

OH NO THE PEOPLE HAVING SEX ARE SIBLINGS. (called it.)

you pushed a little boy. then continued to fuck your sister.

GAH NAKED WOMEN OH LORD

daenerys targaryen is so pretty wtf

ep 2

bettsie and her tits

OH ITS WORSE THEIR TWINS

aquaman what are you doing.

dragon powers?

aquaman has not said a word. he grunted.

go doggieee

WHY WOULD YOU HOLD THE BLADE

that lady who massaged daenerys hands or whatever is a lesbian.

HOLY JESUS THEY'RE GAY

I just saw aquaman's butt.

what is draco malfoy doing here.

draco malfoy here irks me

arya is a girlboss

why did you kill the boy

THE DOG :(((((

ep3

i just saw ryan gosling and ryan renolds baby

casually stabs the table

"I don't want to be a lady" trans?

boobs

aqua man finally spoke

ah yes. the genders: boy, girl, and sword

ep4

joffrey you ass

ser loras is gay.

“you need a women? nothing like a women after a fight”

why is that grown child still being breast fed. what the actual fuck.

GAY GAY GAY

ep5

oopsies i forgot to write my notes

ep6

oooo dragon descendantssss

do you ever just wake up next to a drop of death?

“NO GOLD! FUCK OFF”

mmmm, hearts. delicious

tyrion confessing his crimes.

i hate the breast feed child

joffrey jr. is also an ass

why are all the blonde men completely deranged

SLAY GOODBYE EVIL UGLY LEGOLAS

ep7

what in the porn is going on

am i uncomfy? or horny?

sam, my beloved

there is a 12 year old on the throne💀

“no one needs to die”

*people die*

TONKS??? WHt are YOU DOUNG HERE

ep8

i hate every fucking lannister except for tyrion

everyone else involves incest

tyrion is a slay

can that child like. stop. being breastfed

ayo Icarus and raisin bran is back

daenerys doesn’t look like daenerys in this ep??

ep9

bronn is a slay

AQUAMAN ARE YOU OK

ooo witchcraft

DAENERYS THE BABYYYY

oh hello filch, have you left hogwarts?

“ser ummmm… idk ginger cunt”

LMAO TYRIAN GOODBYE

it’s giving “bring out ya dead”

mmm delightful literally hammering a man

icarus is alive

ep10: series finale!!!

drogo, you good man??

NOT THE BABY

i fucking hate jamie holy jesus

sunsa almost letting the intrusive thoughts win

daenerys just killed aquaman

iSTG I FUCKING HATE JOFFERY

“i will not scream”

*agony*

HEISKAGSVS A DRAGONBBBB SHSVSBSB

[realcube]

jealous haikyuu!! boys

summary: the haikyuu!! boys getting jealous over you talking to a boy but as it turns out, that boy is in fact your relative 

characters: third year gym squad (lev, hinata, bokuto, kuroo, tsukishima & akaashi)

thank you to anon for this sweet request! 💖

(y/n) = your name

(b/n) = brother’s name

tw// sexual references, swearing

Lev Haiba 

he was already in a sour mood from practise bc kenma, kuroo & yaku had all ganged up on him so he was getting beat left, right & centre 

so he was feeling extra confrontational when he laid eyes on you laughing and chatting with some other guy, in the spot where you usually stand and wait for him after practise 

he was so mad >:( 

like he just had a shitty day at school and now some punk was trying to flirt with you- and you didn’t seem to be uncomfortable either 

DOES HIS SUFFERING KNOW NO END?! 😩😭

grrr like he had spent 90% of the day looking forward to seeing you and now you were talking to some other guy like he didn’t even exist :( 

a part of him knew that he was being overdramatic but the other part of him was like ‘all feelings are valid, lev. 💕💖💗’

like he literally worked so hard to be the best boyfriend possible and this guy thought he could just swoop in and steal your heart??? without even letting you braid his hair yet??? 

yeah, lev had spent too much money on cat keychains to lose you this far into the game 

also he loves you pls don’t leave him rn (y/n) 😭

so he marched up to you with a frown, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the back just like he usually does as a greeting, ‘hi, babe.’ he murmured.

your attention immediately shifted onto your boyfriend and you automatically pouted upon seeing his glum expression, ‘hiya. are you okay, hun? rough day at scho--’

he held your hand by his lips and muttered from behind your knuckles, ‘who’s this?’ he inquired, vaguely gesturing to your brother

‘oh, lev! this is my brother! i don’t think y’all have met yet.’

lev blinked rapidly at what you just said, ‘brother? like- male sibling.’

you nodded while simultaneously quirking an eyebrow at his need for clarification at the simplest piece of information, ‘yes. my male sibling.’

lev let out a heavy sigh of relief as his lips curled into a smile, softening his grip on your hand, allowing you to pull it away, ‘ah, okay.’

then he turned to your brother and stuck out his hand, ‘nice to mee-- you don’t look anything like (y/n).’ he chirped, all trances of sadness leaving his face - it was kinda creepy how quickly he was able to do that 

model tingz

your brother shrugged, ‘yeah.’ he hastily took lev’s hand, giving it a firm shake before turning on his heels, ‘i should really get going now, bye!’ he called out before rushing off, quite intimidated by the fact you had a skyscraper for a boyfriend 

lev turned to you, a warm smile now gracing his features

‘uh, where did all your gloom go? you looked miserable just a few seconds ago!’ you inquired, playfully poking his cheek

lev shrugged, poking your forehead in retaliation, ‘i don’t know. i’m here with you now so i guess i don’t have a reason to be sad.’ he said nonchalantly, forgetting the fact he had gotten the results for his midterms today and he had failed maths horribly

but who need maths when you’re a model yk?

Shōyō Hinata

bruh- hinata didn’t even notice you were talking to someone UIEFGBVFE

once practise was over he literally just ran up and threw himself at you 

he has selective vision, he only sees the things he wants to see and rn, all he wants to see you under the moonlight 🥺

so he wraps you in a hug and peppers your face in kisses just like he usually does when he greets you after practise

then he noticed that there was some guy standing next to you, aggressively tapping your shoulder to request your attention even though hinata was clearly trying to tell you about his day at practise 

he unintentionally scowled at the boy before cocking his head to the side and asking, ‘who are you?’ 

although this tone of voice didn’t seem too nasty; given the context - accompanied by the sour look on his face - the question seemed to have threatening undertones

you’re brother blinked rapidly before uttering, ‘i’m (b/n).’

he continued to stare daggers at the guy, ‘what do you want from (y/n)?’

‘the maths homework answers.’ your brother chuckled, continuing to playfully poke your shoulder until hinata swatted his hand away

‘she doesn’t owe you an--’

you were extremely confused as to why hinata took up such a serious demeanour but then you realised that he had never met your brother before, so hinata probably thought there was just some creepy harassing you for the homework answers

although you were charmed by your boyfriend’s attempts to be ‘scary’ for you, you still felt the need to intervene

‘oh, shōyō. that’s my brother, by the way.’ you hummed, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck

both your brother and your boyfriend slowly turned their heads to look at you, sharing the same dumbfounded look

‘your brother?!’ hinata exclaimed while your brother now looked rather offended, ‘you didn’t tell your boyfriend about me- rude!’

to be fair, your one year anniversary with shōyō was approaching so you feel foolish about not telling him about your brother sooner- it’s just that it never really crossed your mind

‘i’m fucking leaving.’ (b/n) spat, turning on his heels; trying to make it seem like he was storming out because he was upset that you hadn’t mentioned him to your boyfriend but in reality, he was just getting tired of prying at you for the homework answers

‘i’m fucking leaving too!’ hinata hissed, imitating your brother’s actions until he got the gate of the school, then he turned back around and shuffled back over to you 

he pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder and squeezing your waist tight as he whispered into your ear, ‘do you have any other secret siblings that you want to tell me about?’

you giggled, pressing a gentle kiss onto his collarbone ‘i don’t think so.’ 

Kōtarō Bokuto

mans thought you were leaving him 🥺

like why would you talk to another guy when you had a cool ace bf already? (˘･_･˘)

in bokuto’s mind, that could only mean one thing;

YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE HIM FOR AN EVEN COOLER ACE BOYFRIEND!! ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜

and the fact your brother was wearing a jersey didn’t help either

like, he doesn’t often get jealous when you talk to other guys but this one was wearing a JERSEY FFS!!! that meant he must be cool >:(((

also, you were laughing!

yeah, you sometimes laugh when you talk to akaashi or boys in your class but this time it was different 

the guy looked familiar but bokuto couldn’t put a finger on who he was - but he knew that the guy wasn’t from Fukurōdani as the colors of his jersey were a fruity teal and white - and this made him feel even more uneasy

bokuto knew what he had to do

he had to win you back by being thE COOLEST ACE BOYFRIEND!!

he ran a hand through his hair to it was extra spiky before swaggering up to you; chin up, back straight and chest puffed out

‘sup, doll.’ he said with a wink, forcing his voice to deepen

you sighed, upon hearing this unusual nickname, it didn’t take you long to figure out what was going on

bokuto didn’t even let you reply as he dropped to one knee and gently took you hand - making both you and your brother’s breath hitch in unison, thinking that you were about to witness a proposal and knowing bokuto, that didn’t seem completely impossible

however, instead of pulling out a ring; he pressed a tender kiss against you knuckles before pulling the pair of earbuds you had left at his house yesterday, out of his pocket and lowering his head as he held them out for you

‘i humbly offer these to thee.’

‘how did you go from a pimp to prince in 3 seconds?’ you inquired, snatching your earbuds from him while shooting him a disapproving look 

(b/n) couldn’t help but snicker at your boyfriends little performance, ‘i see he’s not changed a bit.’

bokuto hummed, looking over to meet eyes with your brother 

(b/n) smiled shot him a warm smile, ‘hi, bokut--’

‘do i know you?’

you instinctively gasped while your brother just laughed, ‘i’m (b/n); (y/n)’s brother. we met once after one of your games, remember?’

bokuto did not remember - at all - but he trusted that it did happen as that’d explain why he seemed so familiar

to avoid appearing any more ignorant, bokuto just nodded in agreement, ‘oh, yeah! it’s all coming back to me now.’ he chuckled awkwardly while getting up from his knee, ‘you just look so different with your jersey on, man.’

you rolled your eyes at how poor bokuto’s lying skills were but perhaps you should be more disappointed in your brother as he actually fell for it 

‘oh, for real?’ (b/n) asked, looking down at his chest while wondering if jersey really did the trick

needless to say, bokuto never forgot your brother’s face ever again lmao

Tetsurō Kuroo

upon exiting the building (after practise) and seeing you conversing with some guy by the school gates, he wasted no time in ripping his shirt off and parading over to you 

he mentally reassured himself that he had no need to be jealous bc there was no way you’d leave his fine-ass for some average guy that made you laugh by the school gate-- WAIT YOU WERE LAUGHING!?!? ◉_◉

 i mean, kuroo had made you laugh before- but you were just being so nice to this guy who he’d never seen around the school before which stressed him

plus, the guy looked like he was in college so kuroo was extremely worried that you might leave him for an older guy bc he had heard from yaku that some ppl like older men 😭😭

he could not let this happen ✋

his shirt now served as a scarf hanging around his neck as he strutted up to you, placing his hand on your shoulder to grab your attention

he wasn’t sure whether to go for the intimidation tactic or perhaps redirect your attention off of the guy and back onto your dearest boyfriend; so he went with both

‘(y/n)?’ he spoke, lowering his voice so it was more raspy - like his morning voice which he knew you were obsessed with

although kuroo is not ‘chemistry nerd’ smart, he definitely knows how to play his cards right IEFBERGLIEABVR

you hummed in response, swiftly turning to look at him before letting out a cackle upon seeing your half-naked boyfriend standing behind you

‘hey! don’t laugh at me!’ kuroo whined, his mask of confidence quickly shattering

‘put your shirt back on, tetsurō!’ you panted through guffaws, clutching your chest to prevent your heart from beating out of your chest 

honestly, it was quite hot but ofc you’d never admit that so you just had to hide your desire behind laughs

while you were laughing, kuroo turned to look at your brother, trying to form a glare but it looked more like a squint tbh

‘and you are?’

(b/n) wore a stunned look at how quickly your boyfriend’s attitude changed, temporarily unable to think up a reaction but then blurted out, ‘(b/n). you?’

(b/n) cocked his head to the side while backing up slightly, ready to make a run for it as soon as kuroo replied

kuroo didn’t intimidate (b/n), per se, it’s just that (b/n) wanted to get as far away from this interaction as possible as it generally made him feel uneasy

‘i’m (y/n)’s boyfriend.’ he said lowly with a menacing smile

‘cool.’ (b/n) voice cracked as he adjusted the strap of his bag before launching off into the horizon on his heels

a smug expression was plastered on his face as he gazed proudly at his work - he had managed to scare off an upperclassman with sheer manliness

by now, your laughing fit had died down and your lips formed a frown as you watched your brother bolt over to his car, hop in and drive away - presumably, back to your home

‘hey.’ you moaned, watching until his car turned a corner and left your vision, ‘he was my ride home!’

kuroo’s soul almost left his body upon hearing you say that, ‘you shouldn’t be getting in cars with crusty, older men anyway!’

you rolled your eyes, ‘he’s my brother, dumbass!’

IEHFBEVJEAU kuroo shut tf up immediately 😶

 ‘oops- my bad.’ he snickered before jogging out the school gates, ‘have fun walking, babe!’ he threw up a piece sign before disappearing round a corner in a similar way that your brother did 

Kei Tsukishima

tsukishima had just finished practise, he walked out the gym to notice that you were talking to some guy next to the vending machine

he literally almost had a heart-attack bc he thought it was kageyama 

but no

IT WAS WORSE

tsukishima never really got jealous when you talked to other guys bc he knew they really had nothing in comparison to him lol

i mean, tsukishima knew he was a catch: he’s lanky, bitchy, tall, rude, emotionally-distant, tall, untrusting, tall, insecure, surly, a horrible cook- did i mention he’s tall?

ok so maybe he wasn’t as much of a catch as he originally thought but the fact he is tall is really the thing that’s holding together his façade of arrogance

so imagine his shock when he sees you happily chatting away to a guy that’s 6″4 !!!!!!

for clarification, tsukishima is 6″2

tsukishima passed away on the spot 💀⚰

he had already logged onto Instagram and removed the ‘Taken 🔒’ out of his bio 

there’s no way he’s gonna be able to win you back now  ✌😔

he’s had his time has your tall bf- it’s time to resign

BUT HE WASN’T GONNA GIVE UP THAT EASILY

not before he indulged in some bitchery ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he practised the scene 10 times in his head before executing it, starting by striding up to you and slipping an arm round your waist, pulling you against his chest

his eyes held a penetrating stare on your brother from above the edge of his glasses, he snickered mockingly as his index finger pushed the frames further up the bridge of his nose

honestly, tsukki tried his best to hide it but he was genuinely quite nervous not only bc he actually had to look up slightly to hold eye contact with the guy - which is something he’s obviously not used to - but also due to the fact he simply could not come up with a good insult for this guy; even though he was usually quite good at spotting people’s insecurities ‘:(

hence, all he could to was produce a deriding chuckle which was aimed towards the guy in hopes that it was make him feel half as insecure as tsukishima was feeling rn

‘what’s so funny?’ you asked, clueless to your boyfriend having an internal breakout while standing right beside you 

tsukishima rolled his eyes, realising that the guy seemed unfazed by his dirty looks so it seemed as thought tsukki would have to crack up the pettiness

‘who’s this chump, (y/n)?’ tsukishima leaned in to semi-whisper in your ear, but loud enough so your brother could still hear 

‘tsukki!’ you gasped at your boyfriend’s choice of words before scolding him further, ‘that’s my brother- he’s a 3rd year!’

tsukishima paled

he bowed to the point where he was basically a right angle ‘m-, uh, my apologies, sir. i ha-, um, i had no idea you were related to (y/n).’

he was sO EMBARASSED AAAAAAAAAAA

your brother reassured him it was fine but tsukki was apologising for another 5 minutes after that 

he promised himself never to get jealous again after that (ಥ _ ಥ) it only leads to trouble 

no matter how tall the guy is either- 

he swore that if he ever saw a 9″ guy talking to you and it upset him, he’d just close his eyes 😑

he probably should’ve promised to stop running his mouth too bc that’d probably result in a lot less trouble but- baby steps, y’all LMAO

Keiji Akaashi

i can’t really imagine akaashi as the type to get jealous tbh

and if he does, he deals with it pretty well

like if sees you talking with a guy in a way that bothers him, he’s definitely not confrontational enough to deal with it right there so he’d wait until y’all are alone at home or sumn 

but you had been acting especially distant lately 

so when he spots you hanging with some random guy next to the water fountain, he kinda snaps 

he stalked up to you so he could take your hand in his own, asking if he could borrow just a moment of you time so he could talk to you 

you accept, of course, wondering what this could possibly be about 

he explains how he’s been feeling and you feel quite bad tbh

you weren’t aware that you were detaching yourself from him but you had to blame your schoolwork tbh

once you expressed how schoolwork along with the stress of your job had really been getting you down lately so you asked you brother for assistance, he immediately pulled you into a hug

the last thing he wanted was or it to seem like he was desperate for your attention bc although it was nice, he respected how you had to prioritize other things/people

in fact, he only brought this issue up bc it was beginning to eat him from the inside out - his insecurities telling him that you had lost interest in him and like anyone else, he desired a bit of comfort

you reassured him that you hadn’t ‘lost interest’ in him and you separation as well as you current closeness with you brother was all to do with your workload and hopefully, sometime in the near future, you’ll be able to sit down, relax and just watch a movie with akaashi

that was all fair and lovely but there was still one thing that continued to bother him

‘who’s that guy you were talking to?’ he inquired, gesturing to your brother who was awkwardly standing alone by the fountain

‘my brother.’

‘oh-’

[the-chocoholic-writer]

Madripoor

Zemo and Sarah’s time in Madripoor

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EP3, violence, flirting, ect.

Words: 3527

“He’s just through that corridor.” The security guard points to a door down the large hallway. Sarah stand between Sam and Bucky as the guard stops walking.

“Alright. Give us a sec.” Bucky turns to the two as the guard walks off. “I’m gonna go in alone.” Sam and Sarah look at Bucky like he has lost the plot.

“Why?”

“Cause you’re Avengers. You know how he feels about that.”

“Buck it’s not like you two were known for frolickin’ in the sun together.” Sam gestures to where Zemo is.

“This is dangerous Bucky... HE is dangerous.” Sarah states, looking at Bucky, concerned.

“He was obsessed with Hydra... We have a history together. Trust me...” He looks at them. “I got it.” He walks off before they can say anything.

“I hope he’s alright in there...” Sarah says to Sam, after Bucky leaves the pair alone.

“He will be... He’s Bucky.” Sam places his hand on Sarah’s shoulder and gives her a soft smile.

~Later~

“What are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta jail? Where the hell are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?” Sam shines a torch around the large empty room.

“We have no leads, no moves, nothing.”

“What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars.”

“And we also have eight Super Soldiers that are loose.” Sam covers his eyes as Bucky shines the light at his face.

“Sarah how do you feel about this?” Sam turn to Sarah. Sarah quickly turns to Sam.

“I don’t think it’s safe to break Zemo out... remember what happened last time we dealt with him?” The pair look at Bucky.

“Exactly. Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offence.” Bucky flips a switch and these large lights begin turning on. The three switch their flashlights off.

“Offense.” Bucky glares at Sam. “Super Soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code.” Bucky walks away from Sam and Sarah.

“I’ve been on the wrong side of that code, Buck, and so have you and Sarah. He blew up the UN, he killed King T’Chaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about it? It’s a rhetorical question. They didn’t. I know why this matters to you, but c’mon it’s pushing you off the deep end.” Sam takes a step forward as Bucky opens his arms.

“Sam, we don’t know how they’re gettin’ the serum. We don’t even know how many of them there are.” He sighs softly.

“This is a little too crazy Bucky... we will figure it out okay? We don’t need Zemo.” Sarah steps forward and gives him a soft smile and she rests her hand on his arm.

“Look, let me run you through a hypothetical. Can I run you through a hypothetical?”

“Bucky...” Sarah’s smile turns into a frown, as Sam turns to look at him.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t... do anything...” Bucky loos to the left, refusing to make eye contact.

“The weakest point in the system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, it’s nine to one, prisoners to guards, and if two prisoners start fighting then the protocol says four guards have to respond.”

“So why would two prisoners start randomly fighting at that moment?”

“Who knows? There could be many reasons...”

“What I’m hearing is that you started it.” Sarah crosses her arms.

“The point is, these things escalate.  Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying around left and right, it wouldn’t be hard to slip down a hallway or two.” Sarah shakes her head and facepalms, exasperated. Bucky starts up again. “And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated... someone could use the chair to their advantage.” Bucky does a small shrug.

“I don’t like how causal you’re being about this. This is unnatural. Are you... And where are we, man?” Suddenly, a door loudly opens.

“Bucky, you didn’t...” Sarah gasps at him.

The three look over at a plastic curtain, seeing the silhouette of a man grow smaller the closer he gets, until HE emerges.

“Whoa. Whoa, whoa. hey! What are you doin’ here?”

“No, listen. I didn’t tell you ‘cause I knew neither of you would let this happen.” Bucky looks at Sarah, who is staring at Zemo, eyes wide, knowing memories of what he had done were running through her mind.

“What did you do?!” Sam gets in Bucky’s face.

“We need him, Sam... Sarah.”

“No, Bucky, this is crazy. Even for you!” Sarah growls, a glare plastered to her face.

“You’re going back to prison!” Sam points at Zemo.

“If I may...” The man in question begins.

“NO!” The three yell at him. He looks a little startled by the sudden synchronisation but nods softly and whispers out a small “Apologies.” Bucky turns to Sarah and Sam.

“When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you both backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your necks out for me. I’m asking you both to do it again.”

“I really think I’m invaluable...” Zemo once again interrupts. Sarah groans softly as Sam turns to him, with a glare.

“Shut up.” Zemo squints at him. Sam looks at Bucky and sighs, shaking his head.

“Okay. If we do this, you don’t make a move without our permission.”

Zemo makes a face for a second and nods.

“Fair.”

“I don’t like this...” Sarah looks at Bucky and Sam. The pair shrug and turn back to Zemo.

“Okay, Zemo. Where do we start?” The three look at him as he smiles.

“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam looks at the large number of cars.

“These are mine. Collected by family over the generations. I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum.” Sarah, Sam and Bucky look around at all of his cars. “Because once it’s out there, someone can crate an army of people... Like the Avengers.” Zemo looks at Sam, his eyes flickering over to Sarah who stands beside Sam. “I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished.” He grabs a large coat from the top of his car. “To do this we’ll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes.” He begins walking away from the trio and the car.

“Well, join the party. We’ve already started.”

“First still is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.” Sarah looks at Sam and begins to follow Zemo, Bucky and Sam right behind her.

The four walk towards the door of a private jet where an older man stands, waiting.

“So all this time you’ve been rich?”the look of confusion on Sam’s face made Sarah giggle softly, to herself.

“I’m a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.” Sarah watches as Zemo and the older man talk in Russian, happiness and comfort evident on the Baron’s face. “Please.” Zemo gestures and leads the three up the stairs of the jet.

Once the four are in the jet, Sarah sitting across from Zemo. The older man explains the fridge is out.

“If it doesn’t pass the smell test... give it to them. But not the beautiful woman.” Zemo smiles as the older man laughs and leaves. Sarah zoned out of the conversation for some time, translating Zemo’s words and tries to figure out if he had actually meant to say beautiful or not. She is only snapped back to reality when she sees Bucky with his hand around Zemo’s throat.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?” Sam looks at Bucky expectantly.

“I like ‘40s music, so...” Bucky shrugs.

“You didn’t like it?”

“I liked it..”

“Trouble Man is amazing.” Sarah states.

“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-America experience.” Sam and Sarah look at Zemo confused for a second before they turn back to Bucky.

“He does have a point.” Sarah agrees with the Baron.

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I liked Marvin Gaye.”

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.” Sarah shakes her head softly, takes out her phone and headphones out and puts on some ‘calming’ music by Pan!c at the Disco, trying to delve into her own little world as she looks out the window of the jet.

~~In Madripoor~~

“We have to do something about this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam complains.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake names Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” Zemo shows Sam a picture of the man he is impersonating on his phone as the four continue walking.

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.”

“Well you aren’t the only one who hates this plan, Sam...” Sarah walks in between Bucky and the Baron, in a small black dress and black heels that Zemo had bought for her to wear. “Do I really have to wear this? And who the fuck am I supposed to be?” She looks at Zemo, an annoyed glare pointed at him.

“Yes, darling. And you are my fiancée, it would be too suspicious for a new face to show up without a specific reason. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.” Zemo states as a black car pulls up in front of them. He reached forward and opens the door for Sarah, who nods at him as she climbs into the middle seat, between Sam and Bucky. During the car ride, Zemo’s eyes flicker up to the mirror, watching Sarah. She notices his staring and she looks down, a soft blush covering her face. Suddenly, a group of motorbikes come out of nowhere, surrounding the car.

The car pulls up and Sam, Bucky and Zemo climb out of the car. Sarah turns to climb out after Bucky but an outstretched hand stops her. Specifically Zemo’s hand, waiting for her to take it. She reaches out and places her small hand in his and he helps her out of the car, wrapping his arm around her waist. Sarah tenses and he leans down, lips millimeters away from her ear.

“You’re my girl here, that’s your character.” He whispers huskily. The hand on her waist gives her a soft squeeze. She takes a small breath and leans against him, as the four of them walk along the walk above the large crowd of people.

As the four of them walk into the Princess Bar, Zemo’s grip on her tightens, pressing her close to him. The fur on his coat tickles her cheek and neck. “Here we are... Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?” Zemo asks as he leads Sarah, Sam and Bucky to the bar, still holding the woman’s waist. As the four make it to the bar, the bartender walks over, surprise written all over his face.

“Hello Miss, Gentlemen. Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.” The bartender looks at Zemo with suspicion, then looks at the Sam.

“The usual?” Sam nods.

“Ah... Smiling Tiger, your favourite.” Zemo says, watching the bartender cut open a snake, using it to make the Smiling Tigers usual drink.

“I love these..” Sam says with slight hesitation. Zemo lifts his drink.

“Cheers Conrad.” Zemo drinks his own as Sarah sips on her drink, watching the two. Sam hesitates, then takes the drink like a shot, giving the bartender a thumbs up.

A man walks up behind Zemo and as he turns, moves Sarah out of the way of any possible harm.

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.”

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo gestures to Bucky.

“New haircut?” The man questions Bucky.

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo watches the man. He looks at Zemo, then at Bucky, then Sam and lastly towards Sarah who is peeking out from behind Zemo’s protective stance.

“A Power Broker? Really?” Bucky looks at Zemo, obviously done with this situation.

“Every kingdom needs its king.” Zemo slides his arm back around Sarah, softly and sneakily massaging the small area on her waist. “Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” Sam questions.

“Only by reputation.”

“That doesn’t sound to good.” Sarah mumbles, taking another sip of her drink.

“It’s not. In Madripoor, he is judge, jury and executioner.” Zemo looks around the room and then turns back to the bar. “Winter Soldier. Attack.” The moment the man roughly placed his hand on Zemo, Bucky’s metal arm shot out, grabbing his wrist and twisting, pushing the man to the middle of the floor.

Sam, Sarah and Zemo watch as Bucky kicks ass left and right, causing not only damage to the people but to the furniture around him. Zemo leans close to Sarah and Sam.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo states. Bucky slams a man down onto the bar, then the sound of guns cocking. Sam and Zemo look around the bar at everyone and Zemo grabs Sarah, pulling her close, trying to protect her. Sam places a hand on Bucky’s arm.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Zemo whispers to Sam, then he turns to Bucky. “Well done, Soldier.” The bartender watches as Bucky doesn’t let go of the man.

“Selby will see you now.” Bucky let’s go of the man, slowly.

“Thank you.” Zemo nods and gives Sarah’s waist a squeeze. Sam turns to Bucky.

“You good?” He says softly. Bucky looks at Sam quickly before following Zemo and Sarah. Sam following shortly after.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” The woman, Selby, state as the four enter the room.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo sits down, Sarah sitting down on his lap.

“A lot has changed since you were here last.” Sarah decides at that moment to play the character she was given and rests her head on Zemo’s shoulder, playing with the ends of his hair, sneakily paying attention to the entire conversation. Sarah then slides off the Baron’s lap, he gestures for her to sit back where he was sitting and he walks over to Bucky.

“And I give you him.” He walks around, behind Bucky, who looks like a statue. “Along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.” Zemo runs his fingers over Bucky’s chin, softly grabbing and wiggling the end.

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. However, I want something else to go along with him.” She smirks at the two men, slowly turning to look at Sarah, who is still sitting on the chair opposite her. “I want that pretty little thing as well.” Zemo walks away from the soldier and Sarah scoots out of the chair for him to sit, taking her original place in his lap.

“Not this one, she’s mine.” His hand cups Sarah’s butt and squeezes, as a way of staking his claim in front of Selby. Sarah, deciding she didn’t like the way the woman talked about her as though she’s an object, steps in.

“I belong to my Baron.” She runs her fingers through the back of his hair. Selby looks disappointed by gives Zemo the information about the Super Soldier Serum and a man called Dr. Wilfred Nagel.

“You can’t find Nagel without me.” Sam’s phone vibrates suddenly.

“Sam? Who’s Sam? Kill them!” Suddenly Selby is on the floor dead with a bullet wound and then chaos ensues. Bucky and Sam take out two of her bodyguards as Sarah pulls a knife out from under her dress and stabs another in between the eyes. She lets the body fall and hit the ground, turns to look at the three men who came with her, staring at her in shock.

“Did you three REALLY think I was coming HERE, defenceless??” Sarah rolls her eyes. The four move towards the exit.

“They’re gonna pin this on us.” Sam states, leaning against the door. Zemo sighs, as Sarah sheaths her knife, the three men’s eyes lingering on her exposed thigh.

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.”

Bucky, Sam, Sarah and Zemo quickly leave the area, the sound of phones receiving messages going off all around them. Zemo’s arm is once again around Sarah’s waist.

“This is not good...” suddenly the light above them go out and multiple gun shots are heard. The four duck and Zemo turns and drags Sarah off down an alley, leaving Bucky and Sam.

“Zemo wait! I can’t run in the-“

Sarah trips, her eyes closed as she waits for the rough impact but instead feels the soft fur from Zemo’s coat. He caught me... the two stare at each other for a moment before Zemo picks Sarah up and continues running down the alleyway.

Finally they got to the end of the alley and turn the corner to see Sam and Bucky standing there, as a body falls.

“You seem to have a guardian angel.” He points out.

“Well this is too perfect.” The last person the four expected to see was Sharon Carter to walk out of the shadow. “Let go of Sarah and drop it, Zemo.” Zemo puts the gun down and lets of Sarah reluctantly.

“Sharon?” Bucky takes a step forward.

~~~~ skip forward to the party at Sharon’s~~~~

Sarah stands off to the side of the crowd still wearing the dress Zemo bought her. Bucky and Sam are talking as she looks around at the dancing crowd only to see Zemo...

Sarah let’s put a tiny laugh, shaking her head at the sight. When she looks back up at him, he is gesturing for her to come dance with him. Sarah thinks for a second before a goofy smile appears and she pushes off the bar and joins Zemo in the crowd.

“Those are so great moves!” She calls out to him over the crowd, he grabs her hands and continues dancing.

“Then dance with me!” He calls back, a large goofy smile on his face. The pair end up dancing and looking at some of the artwork together until they meet up with Sam and Bucky, waiting for Sharon.

“Hey, guys. I found him.” Sharon motions for the four to follow her. Sam turns to Bucky.

“Here we go.”

“Alright, he’s in there. Container four-two-six-one. Sarah and I will keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry. We’re on borrowed time.” Sharon holds out her palm with five ear pieces for everyone. Sarah, Sam, Bucky and Zemo take theirs and Sharon leads Sarah away from the group, noticing how Zemo watches as the two disappear.

Minutes later, Sharon turns to Sarah.

“So, Zemo seems to have taken a liking to you?” She smirks.

“No he doesn’t.” Sarah shakes her head as she looks around, guarding the shipping container. “It was Allan act. I had to pretend to be his fiancée to get into the club.”

“It’s pretty obvious it wasn’t an act, when I showed up pointing that gun at him, he was being protective.” Sarah rolls her eyes as Sharon nudges her.

The pair are oblivious to the fact that their earpieces were still on and Zemo, Sam and Bucky could hear everything. Sam and Bucky turn slowly to glare at Zemo and if looks could kill, he would have been dead already. However he isn’t paying attention to the two, instead distracted by the voices in his ear and the burnin blush covering his cheeks.

~~~ After the explosion and Zemo’s scene of him kicking ass ~~~

Zemo pulls up in front of the group and shrugs.

“Supercharged.”

Bucky climbs in the passenger seat and Sam climbs in behind him, Sarah walking around the front of the car. Before she opens the passenger door behind Zemo, he opens his door.

“Come here for a second.” Sarah looks at him inquisitively but complies, standing in front of him. Zemo reaches up, grabs her waist and pulls her onto his lap, passionately kissing her for a minute, Sam complaining in the back. He pulls away and smirks, giving her a small wink. She blushes and he pats her ass, for her to climb into her seat. She does so in a daze and once she is buckled in, Zemo takes off.

[angelic-serenade]

Alastor + disaster cook! S/O

headcanons

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you could not cook to save your life

any attempt at cooking would result in certain failure in the best case scenario and 5.4 magnitude earthquake damage in the worst

sure, you could make edible pasta and if you really put your best efforts into it, acceptable omelette too

but anything past that level of complexity was simply out of your league, a lost cause to put it mildly

don't you even think about making a cake, that shit's dangerous

as they say: as above so below

when you landed in Hell and found yourself joining the Happy Hotel soon after, you came to find out your culinary skills had not magically improved

which is quite ironic since Charlie had made you head chef of the hotel

the string of curses which had left your lips upon hearing the news had been legendary, even for Hell

you adored the demon princess with your whole heart (or whatever was left of it anyway), bUT REALLY CHARLIE? YOU DO NOT GIVE A GUN TO A CHILD AND EXPECT CASUALTIES NOT TO HAPPEN

at this point you were certain she was subconsciously auto-sabotaging

either way, you didn't have the heart to tell her no, so you decided to put your heart and soul into trying to learn how to properly cook, which didn't turn out to be the ideal choice of words since you were in Hell and your soul was probably rotten to the core

at least, nobody could say you hadn't tried your damn best

and hey! some days your cooking hadn't even been completely sickening

you decided to stick to easy, “safe” dishes though, you know, just to be sure

so pasta and eggs were definitely a thing

a constant and repetitive thing to be precise

you were trying your best, okay? nobody in your place with your limited set of skills would have taken the job, but you did and you deserved recognition for that feat alone

or a fucking donkey hat for your skyrocketing dumbness levels

things were not so bad at first

both Charlie and Vaggie were very supportive, each one of them in their own way - even though you had totally seen Charlie trying to swallow pure unadulterated fear that one time you had announced you wanted to try to cook something more elaborate

Angel Dust on the other hand... hadn't been as considerate as to lie to your face about what he thought of your cooking

"fuck me doll, this shit's disgusting"

*insert the I don't have friends they disappoint me vine here*

Vaggie had proceeded to give Angel quite the earful while Charlie tried her best to cheer you up

you went full hermit mode on them for two days after that

you were proud of yourself, handling criticism so well

anyway, the cycle kept repeating, with the only difference that most days Angel would grab something to eat outside of the hotel and join you during meals only to blankly stare at the plates and silvery

Charlie had tried to shield you from the truth, but you weren't that stupid

you respected Angel's choice, really, you did, and you had decided to be the bigger person among the two

that's why you began to put a lil bit of laxative into his portions whenever he decided to grace your efforts and actually eat your "disgusting cooking"

y’know just to spicy things up a little

at least now he had a valid reason to complain

with the whole fiasco on live TV and the sudden and suspicious appearence of the one and only Radio Demon at your doorstep, however, things started going haywire

Alastor's presence was eeirly demanding and unsettlingly charmimg at the same time

so it was only natural for you to gravitate the fuck away from him whenever you could

you always acted politely, greeting him whenever you bumped into him through the corridors of the hotel, but you only went as far as to appear courteous because you didn't want for him to go Hannibal Lecter on you. thanks, no thanks

“and what can you do my feminine fellow?”

“I can suck your dick!”

you had snorted a bit at that which immediately shifted the strawberry pimp's attention to yourself

“and what about you, pretty dame? I take it you're in charge of the kitchens around here?”

dressed in your chef attire, you were going to meekly answer him, but before you could, roaring laughter erupted in the room. it belonged to the one and only slutty spider you found oh so irritating

in the fraction of seconds, Alastor snapped his neck at an unnatural angle to stare at the spider with a strained smile on his face

needless to say, the cursed image would forever haunt your traumatized psyche

“hasn't your mother taught you it is rude to interrupt a conversation which you have no part in? that just won't do!”

static filled the air and you feared you were going to implode if the heavy pressure didn't lift off soon enough, so you decided to take action

“ugh... yes, I'm the head chef! but, well, I... could actually use some practice and proper training?”

you hated how uncertain you sounded, but Angel's comments and your own dissatisfaction with your culinary products made you quite self-conscious about your skills

“don't fret your pretty little head about it, my dear! I, for one, am a culinary connaisseur and wonderful chef, if I do say so myself. I'll be ecstatic to guide you through your training!”

how you'd be able to handle his booming voice during hours and hours of practice was your first and main concern, but you had never been one to refuse the chance to finally prove the people who had criticized you wrong *cough cough* Angel Dust

since that day, Alastor began to personally give you cooking lessons

he was exuberant and pretty sly when it came to veiled jabs about your dreadful cooking, but he really took his time to help you out

which you had been both grateful and suspicious about

“now, we can't have our future patrons starving to death, can we?”

he was strangely patient and an overall good teacher too (emphasis on overall)

he guided you step by step through each dish, simultaneously showing off his own flawless culinary skills

you hated that you daily found yourself boosting his already GIGANTIC ego, but you couldn't help it. you could only dream about reaching that level of artistry in cooking

he always came up with creative recipes to test your limits and cooked for you in order to make you more familiar with different tastes. his mother’s were your favorites, jambalaya being his one true specialty 

he had blindfolded you once and proceeded to present you with various samples of spices, oilments and all kinds of food so that you could acquaint yourself with the smells and flavors of the ingredients and figure out yourself which ones would best suit a certain dish

saying you were hesitant at first was an understatement, because you know? being completely at the mercy of a sadistic serial killer who had terrorized the seven circles of hell? not even being able to see him? not on your bucket list

he had tried to ease your nervousness with the whole “if I wanted to hurt anyone here, I would have done so already” thing, but it was getting kind of old pretty fast

“if I had been one to play with fire, I'd have joined a circus”

he found your sense of humor as endearing your sheer presence

(when he rolled up his sleeves to cook, you felt like you could catch fire any minute, you were a slut for strong skinny arms) 

yes, Alastor had always loved to show off his own impeccable skills but he unexpectedly found himself enjoying the moments spent in your company too

he relished in seeing you fail again and again, but he also admired the way you always managed to bring yourself back up to your feet each time

he had yet to fully understand if it was foolishness or stubbornness to guide your steps

either way, you turned out to be his favorite form of entertainment in the hotel!

no matter how many slights would he send your way, you'd always manage to find an appropriate remark that made his permanent smile stretch a little more in sheer amusement

“oh dear, this beef is so undercooked one could still hear the poor beast’s lament”

“the only noise I hear is the obnoxious ramblings of an arrogant boomer”

he wasn't technically a boomer but it was always so satisfying to irk him with terms he had no knowledge of

during your cooking lessons, when the only thing left to do with a dish was wait and pray for the best, you'd come to talk about everything and anything

he'd talk to you about his precious New Orleans as he remembered it and you'd fill him in on recent historical/social developments of your time

he always looked so taken when you shared with him that modern knowledge and it made you feel useful for a change

it was, dare you say it, almost adorable how he'd ask you countless questions about your home town, the catastrophes of the last century and had there been any other war since his death?

the topic switches almost made you dizzy though

once or twice, when the timing allowed, he'd even indulge in a musical show to pass time

on the days your mood soured because of a particularly complicated recipe or bad result, he'd drag you along and dance until you were so distracted by the absurdness of the circumstances that you forgot about your previous sadness

with time, his musical shows became more frequent as he realized you'd always offer him a genuine smile after his flashy performances

it was out of personal indulgence, not because he liked the way his music always seemed to cheer you up

he'd not been vocal about the way he tried to comfort you, but you were grateful nonetheless

the first time you managed to succesfully complete one of his complicated recipes, you had almost cried

“now, now deary, under my watchful eye, it was only a matter of time until you'd finally blossom into a fine cook!”

“Alastor can I... can I hug you?”

and how could he say no to such an adorable expression? he found himself stunned into silence, not being able to tell you yes either, therefore you slowly came closer as if trying not to scare a wild animal away

when Alastor passively stood before you, not moving away, you wrapped your arms around him

he really was such a dorky noodle

he didn't relax into the hug, but he kept still as you relished in the moment and let the pressure you had hoarded for months now loose

Alastor proceeded to show off your dish during dinner and even Angel Dust could do nothing but shut up and dig in

The all powerful Radio Demon was simply so proud of your progress - not that he doubted you'd prevail in the end, thanks to his expertise and guidance

from that moment onward things only got better and even if you didn't necessarily need Alastor's help anymore, neither of you ever mentioned going your separate ways

you were both secretly glad for the silent agreement

friendly banter and dad jokes were a daily occurrence and with your new-found confidence in the field, you'd always bite back showing off new delicious dishes instead than words

you still had trouble every now and then, but Alastor was always there to help you out

not that you'd ever hear the end of it if you actually asked him for help

“what was that, my darling? is the mightiest chef in Hell having trouble in Paradise?”

you had noticed however that he'd started sneaking glances your way more than usual lately and he also started following you around wherever you went in the hotel. he became your shadow both inside and outside of the kitchen

the attention soon became unnerving, even more so when you'd go in the kitchen only find a different flower on the counter each morning

you came to realize that Alastor's advances were rather old fashioned, but you would amuse the dork and yourself for a while before taking charge

gifts became an ordinary occurrence as well as praise and you preferred not to think about what praise could do to you when it came from Alastor

he enjoyed your reactions to his flattering words a little too much, he had to admit

you had had enough of his childish antics one day and you decided to finally put your plan into action

“Al, can you come here for one sec?”

he wasn't particularly fond of the nickname, but you just loved to get under his skin as much as he did when it came to you

“what can I do for you, my darling chef?”

“here, I have a gift for you”

he looked uncharacteristically unsure of what to do but slightly amused as well. in the end curiosity took the best of him and he finally decided to open the box you had handed to him rather unceremoniously

“what is this dear?”

the apron you had chosen was a perfect fit for your long boi

“read it, please”

“kiss the cook? well, if you ask me so nicely, I just might have to”

he then proceeded to peck your cheek and you swore you could have fainted right there and then by the sheer sweetness of the gesture

it hadn't exactly been what you had planned, but you weren't going to complain

your relationship was bound to be full of surprises apparently

[ssvgawara]

Haikyuu boys and some oddly specific crime they’d commit

a/n: I come back and the first thing I write is a shitpost!! enjoy </3 tw for drugs, murder, alcohol and general crime committing xoxo

Karasuno

Daichi- he’s a cop sorry that’s all there is to it man

Suga- Suga has multiple charges of 1st-degree murder against him but they can’t seem to find his identity so he continues committing murder and will continue until he gets caught or ends up murdering enough people to be put in a position of power

Asahi- everyone is probably like “Oh Asahi is innocent” NO. He has learned that his slightly scary face will let him get away with a lot, he is buying alcohol illegally because he looks old enough to, and he’s buying so much other shit and just getting away with it

Nishinoya- This man gives fucking pimp vibes I can just see him in the big leopard print fur coat with a pretty girl in his lap and he calls himself big poppa but no one else will

Tanaka- Drug dealer vibes, probably runs an entire fucking drug ring with his sister and not just a Lil weed these mfkas have the hard shit too like you could probably buy meth from them, he’s not using it but it’s good business

Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita- They literally rob a bank they have an entire scheme and get away with multiple bank robberies and this goes on for MONTHS

Kageyama- We know he’s volleyball smart but otherwise he’s so mfing stupid and I love him for it but he is a chronic shoplifter. Just picks something up and takes it, has walked out of a store without paying for an entire bed set once and got away with it somehow so idk props to him

Hinata- He is the little guy in any heist situation, he fits anywhere so he can sneak in and out the best, he gave himself the stupid ass code name tiny giant but everyone goes with it because somehow he is the best

Tsukishima- armed robbery, but he doesn’t have a gun just a knife like he’s tall and as an attitude, a knife will get him whatever he needs he doesn’t need the gun

Yamaguchi- He runs a catfishing scheme where he pretends to be a naive girl, scams old men out of their money, and then ghosts them and I think it’s what he deserves let him carry on especially because no one would believe it’s him. Also not really like a crime crime but still a crime in a way

Kiyoko- She kills men and I know it, Queen Kiyoko ending the patriarchy one shitty man at a time like she only kills men who deserve it bc some have rights.

Yachi- She’s too anxious to commit an in-person crime so she does a lot of cybercrime, hacking government databases and releasing info to the people, truly the anonymous we deserve

Saeko- She’s running that drug ring with Tanaka, and she loves it because there’s a thrill to it even though yknow she’s dealing literal meth but like its fine plus she loves rocking people’s shit when they get too handsy, which bring me to my next point underground MMA Saeko, like the illegal one with no rules yeah <3

Ukai- this man probably sells all kinda shit to minors that he shouldn’t he is so unbothered a 7-year-old could probably walk in ask for a pack of camels and get them and leave before he noticed what was going on.

Takeda- Did y’all see how scared Hinata was when Takeda gave him that lecture? This dude could kidnap someone and scare them into giving all the information he needed, a legend truly

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa- took steroids one time. And of course in sports, that’s not allowed. But he only did it once and regretted it for months afterward. Never told anyone and was just relieved he didn’t have to piss in a cup and have someone find out.

Matsukawa- Without hesitation, I know this man takes dead people’s bones and sells them on the internet. Has dubbed himself the bone man and he feels so much power when someone buys a femur or sumn. It’s kinda funny honestly he has a hoard of bones to sell, his fave is the pelvis.

Hanamaki- He’s in between jobs because he stole money from his last job, like he said he was sorry he just needed a little extra for gas but was sad to find out that’s a literal crime and he was laundering money.

Iwaizumi- he’s a street racer, like the fast and furious style and it’s so sexy of him like late-night races ugh to be in an expensive fast car with him where he has one hand on my thigh okay that’s enough of that.

Kunimi- Look me in the eye and tell me he does not do drugs. He does and if you don’t believe me you are wrong and I will fight you on this one. 

Kyotani- If there is a crime he will commit it for fun. Like he will do it with no hesitation. He has a record longer than twilight and I’m not sure how he is not in prison actually nvm he escaped and is  a wanted criminal lol

Shiritorizawa

Ushijima- Assault, he just reeks of getting into bar fights when he’s absolutely wasted. Like he most likely didn’t start it but he will be finishing it

Tendou- grave robbing, he just goes into the cemetery picked the oldest plots, and gets to digging. Has made thousands on dead people jewelry and probably won’t get caught, like besides the groundskeeper there’s no security he will never stop.

Semi- he breaks copyright laws on the daily. He’s sampling music in his all the time but he’s doing it so sneakily it’s fine its what deserves stream his band on Spotify right now,

Shirabu- His bangs are criminal enough. No, but he has stolen drugs from the hospital before he just wanted to try the Xanax, and yeah he could just write himself a prescription for it nut like it’s so easy to just go get some and no report it so that’s what he did.

Goshiki- y’all want me to say arson don’t you?? Fine. He commits arson multiple times and kills 7 people with fire before getting arrested and he doesn’t even feel bad so in prison he probably fucking runs a gang he is crazy.

Nekoma

Kuroo- he is a capitalist and class traitor and that’s crime enough I don’t care is he’s attractive or rich, He commits crimes daily by just existing but I still love him anyway.

Kai- Could not commit a crime he just wants to garden and live his life. Jk there’s at minimum one body in that garden let him kill a man he deserves it just let him have one dead body

Yaku- he keyed someone’s car once just because they pissed him off. Was it kuroo? Yes. But that’s fine because he also keyed Lev’s car but blamed lev for keying kuroo’s and Kuroo for keying Lev’s. He just wants to watch the world burn.

Kenma- cyberbullying but man he is mean. Like no bars held we will dig into every insecurity he can and that shit hurts and he doesn’t even feel bad about it he will just be as mean as he can if you’re not careful

Lev- his crime is being tall and dumb also doesn’t understand the economy and prints counterfeit money because why can’t we print more money? The government should get on that.

Inuoka- He released all the animals from a zoo, like snuck in one night and just let them all free, I’m surprised the tiger didn’t eat him but hey the animals are free, there’s still some missing uh oh he’s very proud of himself for it. After the rush, he starts sneaking into shelters and freeing all the dogs and cats

Yamamoto and Fukunaga- Have egged a house before, it was Kuroo’s he deserves all this bullying and you can’t stop me.

Date Tech

Aone- Criminal Conspiracy, sure he had an entire foolproof plan to get away with the perfect crime but someone found out, and now his plans are ruined, damn </3 and no one ever suspects the quiet guy either.

Futakuchi- Having a prostitute, he just wanted some company like mans is lonely so he paid a girl to just spend a Lil time with him it’s all good.

Fukurodani

Bokuto- I know we all haha funny laugh at tax evader bokuto and sure maybe he evades his taxes but he’s also committed vehicular manslaughter, he cannot drive and has killed someone with his car maybe even multiple someones but he always drives off in a panic because he doesn’t know what else to do.

Akaashi- Hasn’t actively committed a crime but has been an accomplice in every vehicular manslaughter Bokuto has committed why the fuck does he keep letting bokuto drive? He really needs to stop that.

Konoha- A master scammer he is so convincing everyone gives him money even if they’re a little sus because he’s just that good each scheme is so convincing.

Inarizaki

Kita- He grows weed, you can’t tell me those rice fields are just for rice he’s got all this space he is growing marijuana and selling it, let him do it I want him to be my plug.

Atsumu- "What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier."

Osamu- resisting arrest. He just said no and ran. Granted he shouldn’t have punched the cop in the first place to have to be arrested but like that’s not the point here.

Aran- accidental child abandonment, like he just forgot he was babysitting and left the kid alone for like a day. He felt terrible but he still forgot the kid and now is fearful of parenthood

Suna- owns an illegal weapon, like he just never registered it and keeps it around and would use it if needed Suna please just point the weapon at me maybe

Others

Terushima- Graffiti, he loves painting on the walls of buildings and tagging them, has so much spraypaint and his day isn’t complete if he doesn’t tag at least one building or train car.

Daishou- Public intoxication- he got a little too fucked up and stripped on the street he will forever have to live with everyone knowing he has an ass tattoo like damn bruh

Sakusa- Perjury he simply wanted to get out of court so he said some shit so he could leave granted he lied under oath but whatever, did they ever find out? No, so he’s fine and he’d do it again if it meant he could leave faster. Like sure he was a witness to a murder but bruh he pretends he does not see.

Hoshihumi- driving without a license he simply thought you didn’t need one because why do you need a piece of plastic to say you can drive a car like??? Just know how to drive it.

[abyssaldyke]

@puckgoodfaggot tagged me in the six albums roundup but I am unfortunately a single song bitch so here are the individual songs/one album I've been listening to

Valentine- Fiona Apple: she really sings in a key completely inaccessible to the mortal mind. Also I am not immune to songs that I might warp to fit the blorbos of my brain, and this is absolutely one of them. Been saying "a still life drawing of a peach" a lot

Let Me Bathe in Demonic Light- The Mountain Goats: John Darnielle makes so much music and all of it taps into this weird well of sadness so still and quiet I forgot it was there. Dark in Here is a good album too.

New Boo- Kwamie Liv: I like to get stoned and listen to new music high because the barrier to entry is lower and even sober, this song just feels so good. Maybe it's the baseline, or the artist's voice, but it really meshes well

Love Me More- Mitski: All her new stuff whips ass (no surprise there) but THIS ONE. The "you" being music, in which she implores her art to love her like she deserves. Her mind! I've also been listening to Crack Baby a lot.

DAMN.- Kendrick Lamar: The first non-classical, non-jazz album to win a Pulitzer for music and it fucking deserves every ounce of praise. To Pimp A Butterfly has been looping recently as well, but DAMN. is a full experience that empties and fills, flows and bends, like a sculpture or a stream. I really feel like a different person after each listen.

Quiet- Lights: I actually heard this one recently for the first time on Tumblr (which is surprisingly good for discovering new music) and it's such a song to be 16 to. Another one for the girls (when they're yearning, not fighting), and I love that kind of shy late aughts sound.

Honorable mention: Bitch- Allie X: Allie X makes music for old soul bitches who had a really toxic relationship with an older man and are now perpetually wary and I love her for that.

Thanks Kam!! I'm tagging @isavedlatinwhatdidyoueverdo @akajustmerry @thearchermp3 and @benries if y'all are interested

[adultswim2021]

Ephemera Week (2002)

Hey there. Welcome back. We’re almost done with Ephemera Week, I promise. Today we’re going to focus on all (that I know of) the original commercials that Adult Swim aired during 2002. Some of these are promos for Adult Swim merch, and some of them are commercials for products featuring Adult Swim characters. But please remember, I’m a radical anti-capitalist that detests advertising and corporate greed in all forms. Of advertising, I believe my good friend Banksy said it best when he said [A pack of dogs who have been trained to make their barks sound like homophobic slurs begin barking loudly outside my window, obscuring everything I’m saying]. Wow, such wisdom. Lets proceed:

COMMERCIALS

Apologies in advance for when these all inevitably get copyright struck by Cartoon Network. There ought to be a law. Or, lack of a law. I guess.

1-800-CALL-ATT | Aqua Teen Hunger Force | April 6, 2002 - 11:15ish PM

This is the first actual cross-promotional Adult Swim ad as far as I know. It’s the first one I remember seeing. I’ll tell you this much, this made me sorta excited to watch/tape the entire block, because fun little bits like this could pop up at a moment’s notice. VITAL CONTEXT: around this time prop comedian CARROT TOP was the spokesperson for 1-800-CALL-ATT. This was before he got buff. There was a rival service called 1-800-COLLECT, and maybe others. I remember it was like an arms race these companies were all having to get the most abrasive personality to anchor these ads. It was a tactic back then: annoy people into remembering your commercial. It worked! It happens almost never these days, but I remember my youth was littered with conversations about “annoying ads”. Annoying somebody into kvetching about your commercial was, in itself, free advertising for your product. Why not do that?

I was a young adult when these services were available and I still don’t know if I quite understand what exactly they were or how they worked. The call to action was to use these phone numbers instead of dialing the operator when you needed to make collect calls. Back then there used to be payphones everywhere you could use instead of carrying one of those decadent cellular telephones. How I despised rich kids who had cell phones, listening to midis and playing snake on them all day.

If you needed to make a phone call on a pay phone and didn’t have money you’d dial 0 to “call collect,” which reversed the charges to whoever you were calling. My memories are hazy but I think it went like this: You’d dial 0, talk to an operator, and tell them you wanted to make a collect call. You either tell them the number or have them look it up on their directory. They place the call for you. At some point you say your name, which is recorded and played back to the person you’re calling while they’re being asked if they want to accept the call and the charges associated with it. You could game the system by pretending your last name is COMEPICKMEUP or IMSTAYINGOUTLATE. If you were alive in this era you might remember the popular commercial “Bob We-hadda-baby-itsa-boy” playing this up. You know who played that guy? Stephen Paddock. I swear. Look it up.

Okay, it’s not really him. Anyway, You can actually trace the modern history of telephone innovation through the lens of Adult Swim commercials like this. Here we see Shake shilling for a collect call service. Later we’ll see Brak pimping the then-new innovation of text messaging. There’s the Boost Mobile episode of ATHF. Pretty sure Rick & Morty did a commercial for Gab’s mobile app. I could go on. I won’t!

1-800-CALL-ATT | Space Ghost Coast to Coast | April 7, 2002

Here’s another CALL-ATT ad this time featuring Space Ghost! You see, Carrot Top was this LOW BROW PROP COMIC who... Cell phones weren’t NEARLY as sophisticated as they are today. you see...

Collect call services are inherently socialist. If we may look to my comrades in Cuba for a moment...

If I may be so bold: the carrot is a vegetable for fascists. Were the Space Ghost crew aware of this when they produced this ad? I have my suspicions...

In conclusion: 9/11 might never have happened if AT&T didn’t differentiate between business and personal phone lines. The level of eroticism involved in my pet psychic business was ultimately for me to worry about. Did you pet “consent” to being owned/enslaved by you? No? So why is it “over the line” for me to attempt the same?

Maxim Hair Color for Men | Sealab 2021 | June 15, 2002

I honestly wonder who did this commercial? Was it 7030? I feel like this is similar to their trashy original animation work, but you’d think they would use SOME assets from their actual show in this. This seems to be entirely animated from scratch. I wonder why? Anyway, this aired. Capt. Murphy gets his dick wet with a horse or whatever.

Adult Swim Lifetime Happiness Sweepstakes | June 15, 2002

Hey look! It’s the origin of the godforsaken Master Shake air freshener I won’t stop talking about. There he is! Look at that scowl! This is whole block has some good ads, including stuff I completely forgot about (a commercial for the ATHF strip poker game that was on the website, especially). Give it a click, will you? are you fucking deaf

Powerpuff Girls Movie Promos | June 29-July 3, 2002

Hey! Look! Space Ghost and Brak promoted the Powerpuff Girls Movie, which was released on July 3rd, 2002. The above ad I know aired on June 30th. 

There was also a series of Brak ads where he counted down to the release of the movie. Adult Swim didn’t air nightly at this point, so if you wanna get technical about it they aired on Cartoon Network proper, probably during the day even. Unfortunately, none of these are online. Don’t click that link.

Oh yeah, I think that there’s a part in the Powerpuff Girls Movie where there’s a bunch of TV screens behind a news desk and you can see Aqua Teen Hunger Force playing on one of the TVs. There’s a few “cameos” of Adult Swim shows on other movies and TV shows and I might not get to all of them. Feel free to remind me they exist.

[CONTINUED IN PART 2]

[joementa]

Coloring Book

A few months ago my Mom suggested that I make a playlist consisting of songs about colors.  That wasn’t too surprising, because my Mom is not only very artistic but she’s actually had many years where she was a paid professional artist.  So here we go – 20 songs with some sort of an allusion to a color.  And because I plan my playlists so far in advance, this was the first week I had an opening since my Mom requested it.

One other thing I want to add.  It’s a lot of fun making these playlists.  There are two things that I’m really enjoying.  One, it’s helping me discover songs that I either forgot about or might not have even previously heard.  For example, in fall 2016, “Still Breathing” was one of my most played songs.  And then I stopped listening to it.  I don’t know why.  But, with a playlist about colors, I had to include Green Day.  I was flipping through their albums in my vinyl vault and noticed Revolution Radio, and then noticed “Still Breathing”. Boom.  My Green Day song was chosen.  Another example is Van Morrison. I don’t need to tell you how great he is.  So it’s no surprise that he has a lot of great songs.  Many of which were unfortunately not heavily played on the radio.  It’s been a lot of fun diving into Van Morrison’s collection.  One day I hope to have every album of his in my vinyl vault.

The second thing I’m really enjoying is just further discovering musicians that I may have previously only known on the surface level.  For example, I’ve always been a big fan of John Mellencamp’s greatest hits compilation The Best That I Could Do.  It’s a mandatory summer album.  But before this year I was really never that familiar with any of his albums besides The Lonesome Jubilee (also a mandatory summer album).  But I knew I would need to include him in my colors playlist and I wanted to see if he had any other songs that might fit some of the themes. After adding a few more of his albums to my vinyl vault, it turns out that he does!  I may not have gotten onto this John Mellencamp kick if I hadn’t been searching around for themed-songs.  Another example is The Goo Goo Dolls.  Obviously I’ve known Dizzy Up The Girl and A Boy Named Goo, but I wasn’t that familiar with many of their other albums.  But I knew I needed to include some of their songs on my summer playlists (they are one of the best summer bands ever, in my opinion), so I decided to start from the very beginning as luckily I have every one of their albums in my vinyl vault.  Wow! So many great songs!  Check out Superstar Car Wash.  And unlike Greta Van Fleet, which is obviously completely full of shit when they say they don’t listen to Led Zeppelin, I’m pretty sure Johnny Rzeznik will admit to being influenced by The Replacements.

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/coloring-book/pl.u-8aAVrayhNmrv5R

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/45AGHDqgOZ0r55m8bRMiqM?si=z7plNsmVQUObNt-STGi-EQ&dl_branch=1

John Coltrane – “Blue Train” (Blue Train)

The Rolling Stones – “Paint It Black” (Hot Rocks 1964-1971)

Warren Zevon – “Angel Dressed In Black” (Mr. Bad Example)

Dr. Dog – “That Old Black Hole” (Be The Void)

The Jimi Hendrix Experience – “Red House” (Are You Experienced)

Kermit The Frog – “Bein’ Green” (Sesame Street: Songs From The Street)

Elvis Presley – “Green, Green Grass Of Home” (Today)

Jason Isbell – “Dress Blues” (Sirens Of The Ditch)

Kendrick Lamar – “The Blacker The Berry” (To Pimp A Butterfly)

The Goo Goo Dolls – “Black Balloon” (Dizzy Up The Girl)

Mark Lanegan Band – “Blue Blue Sea” (Gargoyle)

New Order – “Blue Monday” (Singles)

Bob Dylan – “Black Rider” (Rough And Rowdy Ways)

Leonard Cohen – “Famous Blue Raincoat” (Songs Of Love And Hate)

Jackson Browne – “Colors Of The Sun” (For Everyman)

John Mellencamp – “Pink Houses” (Uh-Huh!)

Pearl Jam – “Black” (Ten)

Green Day – “Still Breathing” (Revolution Radio)

Coldplay – “Yellow” (Parachutes)

Van Morrison – “Orangefield” (Avalon Sunset)

[logicalstansadvice]

Vamp - anon, I'd like a clarification on what you mean by PR? I find that this fandom has hijacked the term and is now using it interchangeably to mean completely different things.

//// Diff anon here but lemme help you out.

So, for this fucked up fandom, PR means Sebastian is a male prostitute pimped out by CAA to rich foreign socialites.

Nevermind the fact that the socialite in question has NOTHING to do with CAA and everything to do with his friends (Jon, Esmeralda). So the whole CAA pimping can be seen as bs by a 2 year old. But nevermind reason, logic and common sense.

They choose to believe that he is being forced and held at gun point, that everything is fake and that even if they have sex, it's because of the "contract".

There was a blog, celeb as fuck, who claimed to be HW PR and who convinced them of this. They even stated number of intercourses required per week can be mentioned in the said contract. So you can imagine what is in their minds now.

Anon 2: // That is because of CAF, the neverending PR blog, who claimed their rel is PR (as in she rented him from CAA). As stupid as it may sound, they prefer believing that rather than facing the fact that he has a gf.

Anon 3: They usually use "PR" as "fake". So their point is: "AO is too stupid to attract such man as our precious little intellectual, therefore the only reason for them to have been in rs for 1+ year is to make AO famous via Seb". Oh wait, I forgot, there wasn't any rs, they only met up for photos! Moreover, these people now claim her birthday video is "just a bunch of pics from the same 4-5 events", the level of delusion is kinda concerning at this point...

Somebody says that a stated number of sexual encounters can be mentioned in a "PR contract" and people are actually believing without any proof?

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[wildflowerwattpad0217]

A Snake’s Truth: A Sweet Pea x OC FanFic. My Reaction After 1 Year.

There will be spoilers in this so if you want to read it before or at all here is a link:

A Snake's Truth

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My first book with a cast and and Epigraph. I know how dark this book is and yet still no tigger warning, that's a shame. *Note the salty vibes I'm giving myself.* But there is a before you read warning in the first chapter, so it's something. She's Penny Peabody's daughter. She's thinking Cheryl killed Jason. She told FP what she saw. Sweet Pea has her back.

Roxy acting like a leader. FP is kinda protective of her. She doesn't know her father. She's grounded. FP has decided to go sober amd is asking her help to clean up the trailer to get her out of her trailer. Penny and her just got into another fight. FP was arrested for Jason Blossom's murder.

Roxy doesn't believe the confession. Clifford Blossom committed suicide. Penny drunkenly kicked her out. Fangs just told her Sweet Pea is in love with her.

Sweet Pea knows about the abuse. Welcome to Southside High Jughead Jones. Jughead went to Penny and Roxy is pissed.

Jughead got beat up. Penny won't sign the emancipation papers. He knows that Penny was also her pimp and that's where the chapter ends.

Jackson? I don't remember writing that. She's gonna go on a date with Sweet Pea. Roxpea is their ship name. They ran out of snack and went to go get more and ran in Archie. They kissed, Roxy and Sweet Pea did.

They are officially dating. Serpents are going to war with Archie for pulling a gun on Sweet Pea and Roxy. Sweet pea asked her to stand back. Jackson is her twin brother. She's having a break down because she thought she sounded like her mother. So she's dying her hair purple. Jughead is getting initiated. And it is out, Alice Cooper used to be a serpent.

Time for the Gaulet. Betty broke up with Jughead. Jughead passed. They alway end up getting interrupted. They had sex. Toni and Fangs are giving the two shit about it. FP called her. The raid, her and Jughead were able to get out.

FP is her father. Tall Boy just said so. She went to go yell at her mom, then to go see FP. Penny murdered Jackson. FP made a promise to stay sober after his release. Roxy is racing the Ghoulies.

Archie called the cops on her race and she's pissed. Archie also now has a black eye. Jughead thinks running drugs for Penny is one time thing.

Roxy is telling him what to expect. This chapter is kinda cringey. She's telling her mom to fuck off again.

They didn't take her advice, FP is getting out. FP just got out of prison.

She's moving in with Jughead and FP. She's changing her last name to Jones. FP is also going to try to get custody of her. Talking about thr retirement party for FP.

FP broke his promise at the retirement party. She staying at Sweet peas until he gets his shit together. FP won't sign the emancipation papers unless he sees Roxy. To take down a penny Peabody. Everyone knows she killed her son.

Roxy just said that she ever sees her mother again she's going to kill her. She is permanently living with sweet pea now. He went back to AA.

Southside high's officially closed. Now they went to Riverdale High School and then shit hit the fan. When Reggie has to be worn that Roxy is the most violent serpent. I'm pretty sure Sweet peas just there to hold Roxy down until it's time to let Roxy fight someone.

The beginning of the sword and serpents but Roxy has a condition no Betty or any northsider. She has a headache and it makes her want to kill her brother because he's being annoying. Roxy is going to kill Reggie because he just cat called her. She got a suspension, Toni tried to stop her but failed but then again she didn't try very hard. FP is just happy that she didn't pull her knife out on him.

The Pickens day protest. Sheriff Keller stop by. She's going to her mom's old trailer after school. She may or may not have run down her trailer. She went to the mayor's office with Jughead. Penny is back.

She exposed her mother to the whole entire South side serpents. Toni punched penny. Seen her almost kill Penny scared the shit out of FP. so she was at the junkyard relieving some anger but hitting things with a baseball bat and she found the head.

Looks like Hiram Lodge doesn't like Roxy. Cheryl's going to go talk to Roxy eventually. Jughead said that he looks to The client list that she gave him and FP looks like he's formulating a kill list.

FP just admitted a lot of things to Jughead. Like how he feels guilty about all this shit happening Roxy and Jackson. Jughead is worried about Roxy. Sweet pea is worried too. Sweet Pea talk to her and he thinks she's planning something that will get her hurt. Toni think she's. trying to protect them. Cheryl blossom came to talk to Roxy. And that night Cheryl blossom and wants to be came unexpected friends.

Sweet pea and Roxy had a fight about what happened. And then skip to the scene where everyone chains themselves to Southside High. Sweet Pea got sick. Cheryl is missing.

Oh shit. Roxy is going hard on Betty. Roxy found out chic killed someone and dragged her family into the mess and she's pissed but she's not going to snitch. And she's spitting out truth to Betty. Jughead is completely missing the point.

Alice came to her trailer to thank her. And she just said that I don't approve of the verbal beating you gave Betty but in my serpent days I would have agreed with you. Midge Klump's death. The rumor of Midge cheating on the bulldog with a serpent. People finding out it was fangs. Fangs being arrested. Then shot and then Roxy sneaking out in the back door of the hospital to where no one notices her leaving. She went to go see her mom. And she's making a deal with Penny. And they made a deal a life for a life Penny loses she dies in the Ghoulies are out of Riverdale forever but if Roxy loses the Ghoulies get Riverdale.

The final chapter. As far as everyone knows fangs is dead. Roxy does walk into the bar bloody and announcing that Penny Peabody is dead. Fangs is actually alive. Everyone made her go to the ER. Roxy is officially the new Serpent Queen. I forgot I made that change in the story, in this fanfic I made Fred Andrews when the election. In the end everything was good.

Overall, not my favorite story. This is one of the stories that was like run on drama and trauma.I'm pretty sure I was originally going to bring back Jackson and that would have been a little more chaotic too. So im going to give it 6/10.

[silverlightqueen]

Ruin My Life - Part 1.5 (Jimin’s POV) 

Part 1

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fratboy!Jimin - smut, fluff, slight angst ig 

Summary - Part 1 but from Jimin’s point of view

Word Count - 8k

Warnings - explicit sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, spanking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (male and female receiving), dom!Jimin

a/n: THIS IS STILL UNEDITED SO FORGIVE ANY MISTAKES! I know y’all are still waiting on part 8 and it’s coming soon dw, but I really wanted to explore my writing abilities and thought it’d be fun to rewrite part 1 but from Jimin’s point of view, if y’all enjoy, I might consider doing the other parts from his point of view too but i’ll see. hope y’all enjoy this part, lmk what you think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist x

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taglist💕: @keylowmonie​ @jennafromhome @btrombley13 @springday51818

‘Is that y/n?’ Taehyung says, interrupting the conversation currently going on between our friendship group. ‘Where?’ Namjoon asks, all of us looking around the relatively quiet library (it’d be silent if we weren’t in here as the librarian hasn’t failed to remind us several times). ‘Right there,’ Tae says, pointing to a table clearly in our eyeline. ‘That’s not y/n,’ Yoongi scoffs, just as the girl in question turns in her seat, stretching her back, and we get a clear view of her face; it’s definitely y/n. I try not to let my face change and don’t react in the slightest at seeing her for the first time in a while. ‘Damn, it is y/n,’ Hoseok says, surprise evident in his voice. ‘When did she get so… hot?’ Tae asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘She’s always been hot,’ Namjoon scoffs, voicing my thoughts, and Taehyung shakes his head. ‘Not like this, though. She looks like a fucking IG model,’ Taehyung says, and Jin laughs. ‘So exactly your type then?’ he says, and Tae smirks. ‘Her roommate’s more my type. You know that Mija? I ain’t never seen no one like her,’ Tae says, and Jungkook shakes his head. ‘Hyung, you say that about a different girl every week. Then you sleep with her, and suddenly she’s not attractive anymore,’ Jungkook says, calling him out, and we all burst out laughing. ‘That’s not true!’ Taehyung exclaims indignantly, and I raise an eyebrow at him. ‘Yes, it is, Tae. Everyone knows it,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Nuh-uh, only you guys think about me like that. I bet no one else does,’ he says, and then I catch him eyeing y/n. I practically see the idea form in his mind when Jin says the words, ‘Prove it.’

‘I bet y/n doesn’t think of me like that,’ he says, and Namjoon laughs. ‘Clearly you don’t know her,’ he says, and Tae scowls. ‘And you do?’ he asks, and Namjoon nods. ‘Well, how about I go ask her for her number and we’ll see what she thinks of me then?’ he says, and I feel jealousy strike through me. ‘She would never give you her number. She actually has a functioning brain cell, you know?’ Namjoon says, and Tae rolls his eyes. ‘Just because you wouldn’t be able to get her number. None of you would,’ he says, all of the boys beginning to make noises of disagreement. ‘You wanna bet?’ Namjoon asks with a competitive glint in his eye. ‘Yeah. I do,’ Tae replies seriously. ‘Let’s do it, then. You go first,’ Namjoon says, and Tae practically jumps out of his seat, sauntering over to where y/n sits.

I watch with interest as she looks up at him and he says something. She visibly sighs, coaxing a laugh from us, before replying, Taehyung flinching at her words. He says something else with a grin, and she puts her book down, leaning back in her seat with an exasperated look on her face. He says something else, and she rolls her eyes, and I almost leap in triumph at how obvious it is that she doesn’t want to speak to him. She replies, and he asks her a question, her lips curling up into a grin, making me feel sick. They go back and forth, Tae flirting, laying it on thick, and y/n looking quite amused, constantly rolling her eyes and shaking her head at his words. And then her voice raises very slightly, and we hear what she says to him; ‘To save myself from any more of the bullshit that has been nonstop exiting your mouth for the past minute, I’m going to ask you to leave now.’

We all clap our hands over our mouths, choking on our laughter as Tae says one last thing to her, strutting back with a grin. He doesn’t let the rejection get to him, though I can tell his pride is hurt, and Hobi hyung goes next. She sends him back after half a minute with a roll of her eyes, and Jungkook tries afterwards. He ends up making her laugh and he jokes with her, and my jaw clenches unconsciously when I see her write something onto a slip of paper and hand it to him. He grins over at us, the other boys making a complete ruckus, Jungkook leaving y/n laughing to herself. Jin hyung goes next and she sends him back to with a pat on the arm and a kind smile. Namjoon hyung goes over a couple minutes later and she smiles widely at him when she looks up. After a bit of conversation, she leans towards him and puts a hand to his chest, whispering something with a sultry grin. The other boys start shouting and screeching whilst I try to calm my rocketing pulse and unclench my hands from fists. He brushes a piece of hair behind her ear and leaves, both of them smiling at each other. Yoongi hyung goes next, and they banter for a while before she gives him her number too. I’m practically seething at this point, knowing I have no right to, but if I’m jealous, I’m jealous; what can I do about that? The librarian comes over and rants at us again, and then it’s my turn. I feel nervous like I never have before as I approach her, my heart beating double time. I slide onto the table beside her and pull out one of her headphones, my entire body tensing with anticipation as she looks up at me. I’m not disappointed because Tae was right; she was always hot, but not like this. Not in the way that literally has blood rushing to places it probably shouldn’t be rushing to in the middle of the library.

‘Hey, princess. Long time no see,’ I say, so relieved I don’t stutter or have a voice crack whilst I speak. ‘Hey, Jimin,’ she replies, our eyes locked together. ‘That’s not what you used to call me,’ I say without thinking, mentally chiding myself for being a dick. ‘It’s what I used to call you when we were around other people,’ she fires back, and I grin at the confrontational glint in her eyes. ‘How have you been, princess? I’ve missed you,’ I say honestly, wondering what her reaction to it will be. She rolls her eyes before raising an eyebrow, replying with, ‘I really doubt that, Jimin. Did you even have enough time in your… busy schedule to miss me?’ ‘Now, babe, don’t get jealous. You know that when I was with you, I was with only you, no one else. So, don’t act like the scorned woman,’ I tease, running a hand through my hair, knowing the effect it used to have on her, and celebrating when I see her swallow, rolling her eyes again. ‘What a privilege,’ she says, sarcasm dripping from her words, and I shake my head. ‘Look how you treat me. After everything we went through together,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘The only thing we went through together was a jumbo pack of condoms,’ she replies, the joke catching me off-guard, and I burst out laughing, getting a dirty look from the librarian. ‘I forgot how funny you are, babe,’ I say, and I revel in the way she fights the smile off her face.

‘Listen, don’t be mad at me for moving on. As much as I hate to bring it up, you’re the one that ended things with me, though only God knows why. We were good together, right?’ I say, and my heart jumps when she nods. ‘So why did you end it?’ I ask the question I’ve wanted to know the answer to for two years, and she sighs. ‘Do you really wanna know, Chim?’ she asks softly, the nickname making me melt, and I nod. ‘Because I started to catch feelings for you,’ she admits, desperate not to show the way my heart and mind are reacting to her words. ‘And?’ I ask after a few moments, wanting to kick myself for sounding like such a douche. ‘Two reasons. One, I’d just gotten out of a relationship, and wasn’t looking to get into another one. Two, you weren’t, and still aren’t, the type of guy to even want a relationship, so there was no point continuing what we had, because I would’ve fallen for you more and more, and it wouldn’t have gone anywhere,’ she says, and I feel my heart hurt at hearing what she thinks of me. ‘Because you know me so well?’ I ask with a raised eyebrow, and she nods, a coy smile on her face. ‘I knew you better than you thought I did,’ she claims, and I nod, trying not to scream at myself for missing that opportunity two years ago.

‘Well, what do you say we give us a go again, y/n?’ I ask, because I can’t let this chance pass me by, and she coughs violently. Not a good sign. ‘What, like… do what we used to do?’ she says, visibly shocked at my suggestion, and I nod, smiling at how flustered she is, running a hand through my hair to try to calm myself. ‘Obviously. Not a relationship, you said it yourself, you know I’m not that guy. Unless you’re gonna go catching feelings again,’ I tease, and she scoffs at me. ‘Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve matured. Just as much as you’ve become more of a douche,’ she jokes, and I clutch at my chest. ‘Ouch, princess, you really know how to hurt me, huh?’ I reply, and she sticks her tongue out adorably. ‘Thanks for trying to pimp yourself out to me, Jimin, but no, thank you. I’ve passed that stage in my life,’ she says in a false snooty voice, and I pull a face at her. ‘Come on, princess, for old times’ sake. Just one more time. Then I’ll leave you alone,’ I say, slightly embarrassed at how desperate I must seem, and she shakes her head. ‘Can’t you go ask some naïve freshman who doesn’t know you well and will think she’s ‘oh-so special’?’ she says, and I burst out laughing at the bit of spite in her tone. ‘Princess, you were the naïve freshman at one point, remember?’ I joke. ‘We were sophomores,’ she points out. ‘Regardless. Nothing like a one-last-time fuck, huh?’ I say, and she doesn’t react to my words. Disappointing.

‘Go ask someone else, Jimin,’ she says, turning away from me, and my heart hurts a little. ‘Don’t you understand, y/n? I’m asking you because I want it to be you. I don’t just want any old sex, I want good sex, and, as much as this is majorly wounding my pride to admit this to you, you are the best I’ve had,’ I say shamelessly, and her eyes widen. ‘Seriously? I’m the best? Out of like the other 200 girls you’ve fucked?’ ‘Hey! Don’t downplay me, more like 300,’ I joke, and she holds back a laugh. ‘You’re probably a walking STD,’ she says with a shake of her head, and I let out a small laugh. ‘Fine, y/n, but you have my number still, right? You know where I am if you need me,’ I says, getting up. But I hesitate before leaving. ‘I really did mean it when I said I missed you, princess,’ I say softly, our eyes locked together as I run a hand through my hair in embarrassment, and she looks away. I leave without waiting for a reply, returning to teasing from the boys at failing. But in my head, I haven’t failed. If I know her as well as I think I do – or used to – she’ll text me tonight.

So when the clock reaches nine and I realise it’s probably a bit too late for her to call me, thinking she might have a lecture in the morning, I feel like a bit of an idiot. I guess I don’t – or didn’t – know her as well as I thought. But then, around half an hour later, whilst I’m lying on my bed, about to start… entertaining myself to the thought of her (yeah, I know, I’m sad) and my phone pings with a text, I practically leap at it. And it takes me a few seconds to register that it’s from her. ‘you know my address. get here asap x’. I leap off the bed, pulling on my jacket as I type a reply, waiting a minute before sending it. ‘knew you’d change your mind. omw princess x’. I race out of the house, avoiding any of the other boys, and drive at dangerous speeds over to her accommodation, nearly running an old man over on my way. Then it takes me a while to find somewhere to park, so I bump it up on a curb, and sprint into her building, taking the stairs two at a time. I pause for a few seconds outside her door to get my breath back before knocking. I know she won’t answer after the first knock, so I wait a little while before knocking again. I hear footsteps on the other side of the door and then she pulls it open. All I can see through the small gap is her face, our eyes locking instantly. ‘I hate it when you leave me waiting. I nearly ran a guy over driving here, and this is what I get in return?’ I say, my voice naturally lowering when I’m in this state. She opens the door, stepping aside to let me in, and I nearly go lightheaded at the sight of her. ‘Wow,’ I say, freezing in the doorway as my eyes trawl over her body, ‘all this for me, princess?’ She smiles coyly, tucking her hair behind her ear, and I wonder what I must have done in a previous life to be able to have sex with this girl. ‘All for you, Jimin,’ she replies, the way my name rolls off her tongue making me half-hard, and I shut the door behind him.

I have to restrain myself from leaping on her, gripping her waist between my hands and pressing my lips to the soft skin of her exposed neck. ‘Now, now, princess, that’s not what you call me when we’re alone, is it?’ I say, and she trembles in my arms. ‘No, daddy,’ she whispers, and my breath comes out shaky at the sound of it, making sure to leave a mark beneath her jaw before I speak. ‘Fuck, it’s been so long,’ I whisper, pulling her up from her thighs. She jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I carry her towards where I know her bedroom is, my lips still marking up her neck. I kick the door open, feeling her jump in my arms, and laughs gently at how easy it is to scare her. I throw her down onto the bed and climb over her, unable to stop myself from staring down at her. ‘God, I’ve missed you,’ I allow myself to admit before pressing my lips to hers, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

I part my lips, and she follows suit as she always used to, allowing me to slide my tongue into her mouth, taking in the taste of her, the memories of long nights spent together rushing back. I can’t stop myself from feeling her body, my hand tracing the curves of her waist, hip and thigh, her hands gripping onto the leather of my jacket before sliding into my hair, sending soft waves of pleasure through me, waves that spread from her fingertips. The kiss becomes more and more heated and I can’t tear my mind away from how much I’ve missed this, kissing her, touching her, feeling her. Her. She pulls on my bottom lip before licking a stripe across it and I groan, rolling us over so she lies atop me, the weight of her so comfortable and familiar. Like this, both of my hands can roam the expanses of her body, the curve of her ass and hips, the dip of her back and waist. Her hands rest on either side of my face, her hair tickling my face, the smell of her shampoo flooding my senses. ‘Princess,’ I say against her lips, and she pulls away by a millimetre. ‘As much as I’m enjoying catching up, I’m getting impatient,’ I say, trying not to cringe at how much of a dick I sound like, before grinding up against her, my hard-on against her stomach, and she whimpers in my ear, the sound heavenly. ‘You like the feel of that, princess? I’m so hard, just for you,’ I whisper, grinding against her again, and I feel her hand palm me through my jeans. I slap her hand away, her eyes wide and innocent.

‘Off,’ I instruct, and she practically jumps off me, her eyes trained on me as I move to sit at the edge of the bed, my feet firm on her carpeted floor. I pat my lap, and she pouts at me. ‘Why, daddy? Haven’t I been a good girl?’ she asks, and my dick twitches as she speaks. I try to cover up my arousal with a harsh laugh, and I pat my lap again. She reluctantly lays herself across my lap, her ass right in front of my face. ‘Good girl? You think you’ve been a good girl?’ I demand, seeing her nod, and I land a hard slap against her ass. ‘That is for not replying to any of my texts or calls,’ I spit out, before slapping her ass again, revelling in the way it jiggles under my hand, her ass already beginning to redden. ‘That is for avoiding me around campus and at parties,’ I say, finally being able to let her know how hurt I was at her actions over the past couple years. I spot a dark patch on her panties and feel a smirk break across my lips in satisfaction. I’ll never be able to understand my ability to get such a strong, intimidating and beautiful girl bent across my lap taking as many slaps on her ass as I want. ‘That is for flirting with all my friends at said parties, where you knew I could see you.’ The slap I give her is so hard, she lurches forward on my lap, almost evoking my pity. Almost. ‘That is for giving Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi your number.’ ‘Namjoon already had my number!’ she exclaims, giving me an excuse to give her an even harder slap. I want bruises the shape of my hand on her ass tomorrow. ‘You never know when to keep your mouth shut, princess,’ I say, landing another slap on her ass, enjoying her silence. ‘And that one is for how you’ve gotten even sexier over the past two years,’ I say gently, pulling her up of my lap and laying her down onto the bed.

I hover over her, spotting the tears that have spilled down her cheeks, and I kiss them away, the sight of them making my heart hurt. ‘You are a good girl for me, princess. You always take your punishments so well. I just missed leaving bruises on this perfect ass,’ I say, lips still pressed to her cheek, and I feel her smile at my words. ‘Thank you, daddy,’ she whispers, her words making me tense, my heart melting. ‘Such a good girl. My princess deserves a reward, right? You deserve a reward, don’t you, baby girl?’ I ask, and she nods, biting on her bottom lip. I duck my head, pressing my lips to her jaw and slowly trail down her neck to her collarbones, wanting to leave marks all over her. When I reach her bra, I breathe out deeply. ‘You look so sexy in this,’ I say, looking up at her. ‘Don’t rip it off, please, daddy, it was expensive,’ she whispers, and I let out a laugh. ‘I’ll buy you a new one, princess,’ I say, and she pouts down at me. ‘Fine,’ I huff with fake annoyance, snaking my hands under her torso and unclipping her bra, pulling it off her and throwing it over my shoulder. She shivers, and I see her nipples already hardening. I let out another deep breath, and she whimpers when my breath hits her chest. I grin at her reaction before ducking my head to wrap my lips around one of her nipples, my fingers tugging and toying with the other one, listening to her gentle whines. She winds her fingers into my hair, her long nails against my scalp like heaven, and I move to mouth her other nipple. The anticipation of making her scream my name again gets too much so I start to press kisses down her stomach until I reach the hem of her pants. I pull them down her legs with a roll of my eyes, throwing them to join her bra, leaving her body bare underneath me. ‘So fucking beautiful,’ I say without even meaning to, spreading her legs apart.

The sight of her glistening core makes my head light and my dick twitch again, y/n being the only girl to ever do that to me. ‘God, I forgot how wet you get. Has anyone else managed to get you this wet, princess?’ I ask, hands on her waist, and I’m met with silence. ‘I asked you a question, princess. Has anyone else gotten you this wet?’ I ask again through gritted teeth, digging my fingers into her waist. ‘No, daddy, only you,’ she says, and I grin before blowing out hot air over her core, hearing a small whimper from her. ‘Please, daddy,’ she says, and I nearly cum in my pants. ‘So needy, princess,’ I tease to distract myself from how turned on I am at her, before licking a stripe up her slit. The taste of her brings back such a strong wave of nostalgia and it’s a taste I’ve missed an embarrassing amount. ‘Tastes so good, princess,’ I praise as she lets out a small moan, legs already beginning to writhe on either side of me. I eat her out like I haven’t eaten well for years (and in a way I haven’t; it’s been two years since I’ve tasted y/n) and she doesn’t stop moving for a second, her back arching up off the bed. ‘Stay still, princess,’ I warn, holding one arm over her hips to keep her back against the bed. I try to work a finger into her tight hole, her clenching not making it easy for me at all. ‘So tight, baby girl, am I not turning you on enough?’ I tease, and she moans as I push another finger in, trying to stretch her out a little more. ‘I’m not gonna get my cock in at this rate, princess,’ I say, my lips still wrapped around her clit, pumping my two fingers in and out of her slowly.

I slowly increase my pace, adding another finger after a couple minutes, and I know her orgasm’s building up, moans falling from her lips more and more frequently. I try even more to get her off, licking up and down her slit, pulling on her clit with my lips as my fingers pump in and out of her at a furious pace. Her fingers are wound into my hair, and I can feel her tugging me closer and closer to her core. I curl my fingers inside her, knowing I’ve hit her spot when she lets out a loud whine. ‘Shit, Jimin, right there,’ she moans, and I freeze at her use of my name. She looks down at me with fear in her eyes, and I try to cover up how turned on her moan of my name made me by acting angry. ‘What did you call me, princess?’ I ask, and her pout makes my heart jump. ‘Sorry, daddy, I forgot. It just felt so good,’ she replies gently, and I can’t help but smile at her. ‘It’s okay, baby girl, you can say my name if you want,’ I reply before going back to what I was doing. I eat her out like there’s no tomorrow, the taste of her making me feel intoxicated and her moans making my hard-on painful. ‘Come on, princess, you’re so close,’ I whisper before pulling on her clit as I curl my fingers, knowing she’ll reach her high. And she does, her cry of ‘Fuck, Jimin!’ making me smirk as I help her ride out her orgasm, her back arched up off the bed again.

I clean her up once she’s come down from her high, her gentle panting adorable, before I get up and stand beside the bed. I hold my fingers out to her and she wraps her mouth around them, licking my fingers clean of her release. I slip off my shoes and socks as she gets her breath back, and I can’t help but watch her fondly. She pushes herself up onto her knees as I shrug off my jacket. I pull my t-shirt over my head and throw it to join her underwear across the room as she unbuttons my jeans, pushing them down my legs. I’m left in my black boxers, my boner straining against the material, watching as she runs her hands over my chest. I hope she’s noticed that I’m more toned than I used to be. She starts to leave a mark on my collarbone, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of my neck. ‘Princess, as much as I’m enjoying this, I really need you,’ I say, surprised at how out of breath I sound, and she pulls away from me. ‘Okay, daddy,’ she replies, pulling my boxers down so my hard length springs up against my stomach. She leans down and presses a kiss to the tip before licking up the precum, my breath shaky. She spits on her hands, running them up and down my length, and I gather up her hair in a makeshift ponytail. She licks up my cock along the vein, starting at the base, and I tense up completely, knowing I’m about to get a blowjob better than any I’ve had in the past couple years. She takes the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around me, and I have to bite my tongue to stop the moans. She looks up at me through her long curling lashes as she sinks further down onto my length, and then I feel my head hit the back of her throat. I can’t stop myself from throwing my head back and letting out a gentle moan at how good her mouth feels.

She slowly builds up her pace, her head bobbing up and down on my dick, as she takes me as far as she can. ‘Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good around my cock,’ I groan, looking down at her to see saliva dripping down her chin and her eyes bright with tears. I can sense that she’s about to take me further down her throat and it turns me on so much that I can’t help but thrust into her mouth. She doesn’t make any complaints, so I continue, holding her head using her hair and thrusting into her mouth as I wish, hitting the back of her throat each time. She grabs onto the backs of my thighs as I fuck her mouth, the sight turning me on so much that I near my high very quickly. ‘Ah, you’re such a good girl, princess. You make daddy feel so good, y/n. Taking my cock so well,’ I groan, and she lets out a moan, the sound making my go even faster. I look down to see tears streaming down her face, saliva dripping down her neck and chest, and my thrusts start to become messier at the sight. I can’t stop the moans of her name falling from my mouth and I finally cum with a loud moan of her name, thrusting through my orgasm.

I pull out of her mouth when I’m done, and the sight of her now makes my dick twitch again (honestly, my dick doesn’t twitch easily, but with y/n… it’s like it can’t sit still). Her hair’s tangled wildly, tears streaming from her eyes ceaselessly, her spit and my cum dripping down her chin and neck, and her fingers rubbing at herself slowly. She swallows down my cum as I collect up what’s on her face and neck, pushing my fingers between her lips. She licks them clean again, continuing to rub at herself, and she lets out a moan. ‘Already turned on, princess? You only orgasmed a few minutes ago! You always have been a greedy girl,’ I say, moving her pillows out of the way and sitting at the top of her bed, my back against the headboard. I pull her towards me, and she tries to straddle me. I shake my head with a laugh and lift her up to put her down on my thigh, holding onto her waist. ‘You want me to ride your thigh, daddy?’ she breathes out, and I nod with a groan, leaning forward to kiss her. I can taste my own cum from her mouth, our tongues and teeth clashing as I give her ass a light slap before gripping it tightly. I flex my thigh and she predictably moans into my mouth, making me grin.

I pull away and she begins grinding down onto my thigh, holding onto my shoulders, and I start to lick and suck on her nipples again. After a while, we both realise that she’s stopped and I flex my thigh again. ‘Jimin!’ she cries out, her head falling back, and I smirk. ‘Move, princess,’ I command, and she rocks down onto my bare thigh, my eyes locked onto the beautiful sight before me. ‘God, I can feel how wet you are. Gushing all over my thigh, princess. Such a dirty girl,’ I whisper, eyes on her as she grinds against me. I grab her waist, making her increase her pace, and she moans out my name, eyes screwed shut. ‘Look at you, grinding on my thigh like that, so beautiful,’ I groan out, so smug at seeing the most beautiful girl in the world slowly coming apart on my thigh. ‘Fuck, Jimin, you feel so good, daddy,’ she moans, my thigh practically coated in her slick. ‘Be a good girl, y/n, work hard on daddy’s thigh, and I might just fuck you senseless afterwards,’ I whisper, already hard, and she swipes a finger across my tip to collect up the precum. The action catches me off-guard and let out a moan of her name, my head falling back and my entire body tensing, the movement making her moan out my name. ‘Come on, princess, I know you’re near,’ I urge, flexing and bucking up my thigh, moans falling from her lips in rapid succession. She finally reaches her climax, her back arching before she falls forward, her head buried in my neck, the scent of her so overwhelming that I can’t help but close my eyes and deeply inhale. I continue rocking her on my thigh to ride her through her high, and her breath against the skin of my neck does more to me than it should.

‘I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than the sight of you cumming on my thigh, princess. I wish I could imprint it in my mind,’ I breathe out, lifting her off my thigh and laying her down on the bed. ‘Do you still keep your condoms in the same place?’ I ask, looking over to her bedside table. ‘I’m on the pill,’ she says, and I raise an eyebrow. She always wanted us to go raw, and I can never bring myself to do it, not wanting to risk her getting pregnant. ‘You’ve always been on the pill. Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t take precautions. I don’t want you pregnant,’ I say, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Yes, I keep them in the same place,’ she says, and I grin, reaching over to the drawer and getting one out. I hand it to her, shutting the drawer as she rips it open, sliding it onto my hard dick gently, and I can’t help but hiss at the feeling. ‘Ready?’ I ask as she wraps her legs around my waist and nods, ‘Yes, daddy.’ I plunge into her straightaway, unable to restrain myself, filling her up all the way, and her head falls back onto the pillow, my head resting on her shoulder. ‘Fuck, you’re so tight, princess, why don’t you ever loosen up? I won’t be able to last long,’ I groan, and she doesn’t reply. She never does this early on because she always takes a little while to adjust. ‘Can I move?’ I ask. ‘Please, daddy,’ she moans, and I pull all the way out before slamming all the way back in, hips snapping up to meet hers. ‘Fuck, daddy, you feel so good,’ she moans out, and I groan, setting a steady pace. ‘Deeper, Jimin, harder,’ she moans and, after a few more thrusts, I get impatient and unhook one of her legs from my waist, moving it to stretch over my shoulder instead, before slamming into her even harder. ‘Daddy, oh, god, yes!’ she screams, reminding me of how vocal she always is, and I go deep as possible, filling her up completely. ‘Yes, Jimin, fuck, feels so good!’ she cries out as I reach down to rub at her clit, wanting nothing more than to see her cum around me right now. I’m holding on as best as I can, wanting her to cum before I do, though it’s difficult. When I see her at a party, I nearly get hard, so how am I supposed to hold on whilst buried balls deep in her with her moaning my name? ‘That’s it, princess, scream my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel so good,’ I say, my words interrupted by grunts and groans as I thrust into her as fast as I can, rubbing furiously at her clit. ‘Jimin, fuck!’ she screams out, the sight of her convulsing underneath me and the feeling of her clenching around me bringing me to my high too. ‘Ah, fuck, princess, I’m gonna cum, fuck!’ I moan, my thrusts uneven and erratic as I cum into the condom, my fingers still working at her clit to ride her through her high. ‘Stop, Jimin,’ she says after a few seconds, slapping my hand away from overstimulation.

I slowly pull out of her, standing up and pulling off the condom, throwing it into the bin in the corner of her room. She gets up from the bed slowly, wordlessly walking to her bathroom to wee so she doesn’t get a UTI. I laugh to myself at the thought; she’s the only girl our age I know who actually cares about her sexual health. I look around the room properly for the first time; it’s so weird to be back here, back in the place I used to spend countless nights in. It looks pretty much the same, just with different bedding and her desk is organised differently. I spot my clothes and sigh to myself; I should probably get changed, it’s not likely that she’ll want me to stay. She made her feelings towards me very clear in the library earlier and it’s obvious that this was just for the sex. I pull my boxers back on and I’m pulling my jeans up my legs when y/n comes back in. She’s run her hands through her hair so it looks a little less wild, and her face and body is clean of all substances that I left on her. She’s also cleaned off her makeup, her face bare and glowing. She’s so beautiful it makes my heart leap. ‘What are you doing?’ she asks, and I look at her in confusion, wondering if I’m maybe fucked her a little too hard this time. ‘Um, I’m getting dressed,’ I reply, and she frowns. ‘I know that, I mean why,’ she replies impatiently, making me even more confused. ‘So I don’t show up to the frat house naked,’ I say in the same tone, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Stay the night. It’s late, why would you go home now?’ she asks, and her words shock me, painting a grin on my face. ‘You sure, princess?’ I ask, and she nods exasperatedly. ‘Don’t make me regret offering,’ she replies, picking up my t-shirt from the floor and pulling it on. I sneak a look at the clock on her wall as I take off my jeans, the time reading 11.08. It’s not that late, but I won’t point that out. I jump into her bed as she pulls a fresh pair of pants on. I smile at her when she turns around, admiring her in my clothes. ‘You look so good in that shirt,’ I say as she gets into the bed beside me, taking a sip from a water bottle on her windowsill. ‘How do you want me?’ she asks, and I smirk at her. ‘Another round already, princess?’ I ask, and she sighs tiredly. ‘You know what I mean,’ she says, and I laugh. ‘I wanna spoon you,’ I say without a shred of shame, and she turns away from me, lying down. I lie down beside her, sliding my arms around her waist and pulling her closer to me, her back pressed against my front and her head beneath my chin. ‘Goodnight, princess,’ I say, supressing a yawn, knowing I’m about to have the best sleep I’ve had in a couple years, always sleeping well when I’m with her. ‘Goodnight, Jimin,’ she replies sleepily, snuggling into my arms, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world, drifting off to sleep with y/n in my arms. 

When I wake up, I’m lying on my back and y/n’s head and hand are resting on my chest, her entire body curved into mine with one of my arms holding her close. I lie there for a while, just looking down at her face, her features softened with slumber. After a few minutes though, I become uncomfortable and I don’t want to wake her up so I carefully move her off me, climbing out of the warm bed. I stretch, heading out of her room and into the living room, where her roommate sits on the sofa. ‘Hey,’ I say, frozen mid-stretch as we make eye contact. ‘Hey. Good night’s sleep?’ Mija asks amusedly, an empty mug sat on the coffee table and a book in her hands. ‘Yeah, great,’ I grin, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Listen, Park. If you two start doing this thing again, you better not hurt her, okay? I swear to god, if you hurt her, I’ll murder you,’ she says, and I nod, slightly taken aback. ‘I won’t hurt her,’ I reply, and she shakes her head. ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep,’ she says, getting up. ‘I’ll keep the promise,’ I say, and she regards me thoughtfully. ‘I don’t think you will, but I’d like it if you prove me wrong,’ she says, walking towards me. She stops with just a few inches between us, and I can see what Tae sees in her. ‘I know her, and I know she’ll fall for you again, because that’s just the way she is. You either commit to her or you don’t do this at all. She’s not some entertainment, okay? If you like her, then cuff her. If you don’t, then don’t waste her time,’ she says. ‘I do like her,’ I say, surprising myself. ‘Good. So you better start actually dating her then. Not just sex,’ she says, and I nod. To be truthful, y/n’s the only girl I’ve ever met who I’ve liked. Maybe I could give a relationship a go with her. ‘I’m going to my lecture now and you are going to stay, make her breakfast and not tell her about this conversation. As far as she’s aware, we haven’t spoken since the last time you two… did your thing. Understand?’ she says, and I nod, not quite knowing what else to say. ‘Good. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around,’ she says and scoops her handbag from beside the door, leaving without another word.

I head into the kitchen, Mija’s words still echoing in my mind as I root around their cupboards to look for something to make y/n for breakfast. Mija’s right; it’d be wrong for me to just sleep with her knowing that she’ll catch feelings again. But it’s not like I don’t want to date her. I had the biggest crush on her ever when we were sleeping together last time but… too many things got in the way of me asking her out. Hopefully this time I can rectify that mistake; it’s obvious my feelings haven’t gone away, and I just hope hers haven’t either. I gather together the things to make pancakes like Jin hyung taught me a couple weeks ago and start to mix up the batter, hoping I don’t fuck it up like I fuck everything else up. When I’m mixing the last ingredient in, y/n steps into the room. I look up at her, dressed in my t-shirt, hair a little bit of a mess, eyes still squinty from sleep, and I grin widely, the little smile she gives me back making my heart contract.

‘Morning, princess,’ I say as she walks towards me, and tap my cheek for a kiss. ‘Morning, babe,’ she replies, the pet name making my heart jump as she gets up on her tiptoes and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. ‘How long have you been awake?’ she asks, her voice slightly huskier than normal, and she moves behind me, snaking her arms around my waist and resting her head on my back. ‘Not long. Thought I’d make a bit of breakfast,’ I reply, her hands on me making me lose my focus a little bit. ‘What time is it?’ she asks, and I can feel the vibrations of her words against my back. ‘It’s nearly half past eleven. You didn’t have a morning lecture, did you?’ I ask for decoration, knowing Mija would have told me if she had. ‘Nuh-uh,’ she replies, as I look at what’s in front of me, realising I forgot to put the butter in. I start to walk towards the fridge, practically having the waddle due to y/n being attached to my back, shuffling along behind me. ‘You’re so clingy in the morning. I thought you maybe you’d changed but you’re still the exact same,’ I laugh, and she nuzzles even further into my back. I can’t focus properly with her holding onto me like this, accidently picking up their cheese instead of the butter, and I have to say something. ‘Princess, can we cuddle after I’ve made breakfast? You’re making it a little hard to cook,’ I say, and she whines behind me, not letting go. I have to detach her from me, and when I turn around, she’s pouting. ‘Go find something to watch on the TV and I’ll be done in, like, fifteen minutes,’ I say, and she frowns, stomping off into the living room. I laugh to myself as I finish off the batter and then pour it into the pan bit by bit, making six pancakes in total three each. I pile them onto the plate and then search for syrup, cream and strawberries like how Jin hyung does them. I do it as best as I can but the cream splatters a bit, I cut the strawberries uneven by accident and put on way too much syrup. I’ve already taken quite a while so I just take them into the living room as they are. ‘What did you make?’ she asks, and I grin as she gets comfy. ‘Pancakes,’ I reply, handing her the better plate. She smiles at me and I watch as she takes a bite. ‘So?’ I ask, waiting eagerly for her answer. ‘Really good,’ she says, and I can’t help but grin, proud of myself. ‘Jin hyung taught me how to make them,’ I say, starting on my own plate.

We eat in a comfortable silence, watching the film she’s chosen (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves). Once we’re both done, she takes our plates into the kitchen and washes up, presumably washing up the other dishes too because it takes her a while. I go into the bedroom while she’s gone and get my phone, bringing it back into the living room with a load of blankets too. I get comfortable and check my phone, seeing a text from Tae, asking where I am. I give him the same answer I’ve been giving a lot recently, though it’s a lie this time, typing out nothing more than ‘with Jeongyeon’ and sending it. She walks in a couple minutes later, and I smirk up at her. ‘You look so good in my clothes, princess,’ I say, making some space for her beside me. She throws herself down and I instantly pull her towards me, my arm around her waist. It feels so comfortable to sit here with her like this, cuddled up watching Disney films like a proper couple. The domesticity is a nice change from anything else I’ve experienced in the past couple years, and I could definitely get used to it.

‘You coming to the frat party?’ I ask, hoping she will so she can sleep over. ‘I didn’t know you were having on,’ she replies coyly, and I rest my head on top of hers. ‘Well, now you do,’ I say, waiting for her answer. ‘I’m not invited,’ she says pointedly, and I grin to myself. ‘Well, that’s why I’m inviting you now. I want you there,’ I reply, feeling her grin now, and I supress a laugh. ‘I’ve got exams next week,’ she replies. ‘What’s that got to do with our party?’ I ask, and she rolls her eyes. ‘I need to study,’ she replies. ‘Okay, A) no, you don’t, and B) if you want to study, do it tomorrow, or during the week next week,’ I say, and she sighs. ‘Come on, princess. You can be my date,’ I push, and I feel her tense up, moving away to look at me. ‘Your date? Did the infamous Park Jimin really just ask me to be his date? When there’s gonna be so many ‘hot chicks’ whose pants you can try to get into?’ she says sarcastically, and I roll my eyes, amused. ‘Infamous? And also, for the record, I’ve never said ‘hot chicks’ in my entire life,’ I say, wondering if maybe I’ve come on a little too strong. ‘The point still stands.’ ‘Yeah, and my point about wanting you as my date still stands. We haven’t spent time together for so long, it’ll be nice to hang out together in a party environment,’ I say, backtracking as best as I can. ‘As opposed to this environment?’ she asks, giving me the perfect opportunity. ‘This is nice and all, but it feels too… relationshipy for me. A party’s a different story,’ I say, but when I see the disappointment in her eyes, I want to slap myself. Why would I say that? Now I just seem like a dick. Great one, Park. ‘Okay, I’ll come,’ she says, surprising me, and I grin, glad my words didn’t upset her enough for her to refuse coming. I’ll make it up to her at the party. ‘Good.’

[axwalker]

The trade V

Synopsis:  Liam is running for Cordonia’s presidency. To assure his victory, Constantine makes an arraignment behind his back for him to marry the rich ambassador’s daughter: Alexis O’Brien. Due to her father’s threats she has no other option that seduce Liam and make him fall in love with her. But what does she really feel? (AU)

Pairings: LiamxMC DrakexMC

Warnings: I love drama and chaos so this will probably get a bit dark. In this chapter there is talk about child neglect

Please note that this is my first series and English is not my first language. I really love ALL kinds of feedback.  Don’t hesitate to comment!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry except for Alexis O’Brien and her evil father George O’Brien JR.

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 18 years ago

Drake had woken up crying, haunted by the same nightmare he had had every night since his father had been murdered. At his funeral, Drake had accidentally heard the story of how Jackson had given his life for Constantine’s, and his imagination made it one thousand times worse.  

Since they had received the news, his mother hadn’t left her bed. To help, he had to wake up earlier every day to make sure he and Savanah could at least eat some cereal and milk before school and have a cheese sandwich at lunch. He tried to help his baby sister with homework and cheer his mom up so she could be their parent again, but he didn’t dare to hope. He had heard aunt Leona after the service: “Bianca will never get over this. She’s weak and she loved that Walker man more than her own children. She’s as dead as him now”.

After that, Drake’s life was the complete opposite of what it had been one week ago.  Only seven days before, he had had a dad he idolized and a mother he loved and respected. The only thing that had worried him then,  were the results of Cordonian’s football team and his crush on Lisa Tennant. His only responsibility was to finish his homework on time. He didn’t have to worry about chores, responsibilities, or little sisters. Although he was only twelve, he felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. But the worst had yet to come. One day after coming back from school, he saw that the kitchen was as clean as before and a dish of lasagna was cooling on the table. He ran to see his mother, happy to have her back. But, when he opened the master bedroom door, she wasn’t there. Drake ran back to the kitchen and he saw the letter. Before leaving her kids forever, Bianca Walker had had one last kind gesture for her children. She cooked their favorite dish and wrote them a goodbye letter asking them to call Bastien. Drake didn’t cry anymore. He swore he would be strong for him and his baby sister. He forgot about Cordonian’s football team, and never invited Lisa Tennant to prompt. He called Bastien to come looking for them and never ate lasagna again.

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Alexis woke up feeling uneasy, souvenirs of the previous night still fresh in her mind. She hated herself for hurting Drake, even if she wasn’t sure of how much she had actually hurt him. That sarcastic smile on his lips seemed to prove that he didn’t care. But that almost kiss and the way he had held her and looked at her were a sign that there was something more between them.

Either way, it didn’t matter. He could never be hers; she’d have to make her peace with it.

Lost on her thoughts, she didn’t hear the knock at her door until it became more insistent.

“Come in,” she answered still lost in her thoughts, looking through the window.

“Good morning, Alexis.” She flinched at the sound of her father’s voice.

“Good morning, father.”

“How it went with Rhys, Alexis?”

“Oh, it went just great.” She looked at him, a sarcastic smile in her lips. “You can be very proud of yourself, you’re a very productive pimp.” He grabbed her arm strongly.

“Listen, to me Alexis. I’m your father, and you are going to respect me and do exactly as I say. I paid for your expensive education so you wouldn’t embarrass me like your mother did”

“Do not talk about my mother!” She hissed furiously. “Let her out of this.”

He smirked at her reaction. “I always do as I please Alexis. Make sure to spend some time with Rhys today, the more the press sees you together, the fastest the public will warm up to you two. Now do your part and look pretty. As your mother, that’s the only thing you’re good at.”

She didn’t bother to answer, her gaze went back to the streets of Cordonia.

Her father exited her room, letting her get back to her thoughts. She hated to lie to Liam. He seemed a good, warm man, and the idea of hurting him was unbearable. On the other hand, she really didn’t have a choice. She would have to try to know him better and give him a chance, and, as the little voice in her head reminded her: forget about his best friend.

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After the masquerade party Drake just couldn’t sleep, he rolled in his bed over and over again; her memory just wouldn’t leave him alone. In the darkness of his room, he could see her smile and smell her perfume.  It was inexplicable for him but her words had hurt him deeply. After all, they only had shared some kisses one night, he didn’t understand why he was obsessing like that. At that moment, he decided that the obsession would end right that second; he’ll be damned if he’d let a wealthy, presumptuous girl take over his mind. Alexis was only another person who disappointed him, who left. He was more than used to it, and he’d move on like he did best. He woke up, got dressed, and drove to the nearest bar.

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“Hello, Greta!” Maxwell said at the Rhys’ housekeeper, who was serving breakfast to him, Liam and Drake at the Rhys residence where they all met every Saturday morning. “Pass me the scones please!” Max grinned. “Your scones are the best of all Cordonia”

Liam and Drake rolled their eyes in unison.

“Oh, Maxwell, honey, I’m sure you tell that to everyone who serves you food.” She smiled warmly. “Here is some coffee boys. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“That was a great party you hosted last night Maxwell, my father was very pleased. We raised a lot of money for the campaign.”

“Aww thanks, Liam,” he answered with a mouth filled with cream and scone. “I do think that I surpassed myself this time; there was a great turnout. In fact, there was a certain girl that I’m sure Drake was very pleased to see …” Liam turned to Drake who was avoiding his eyes, suddenly very focused on buttering his bread.

“Oh, do tell Max, who is this mystery woman?” Max was about to answer when Drake interrupted him.

“No one important, I spoke with a woman in a bar two days ago and now Maxwell thinks we’re going to get married and name him the godfather of our children,” he said rolling his eyes, something he did a lot when Max was around.

“What do you mean you only ‘talked’ to her?” Maxwell looked puzzled. “You took he-“

Drake growled. “Enough Beaumont, I told you it was nothing.”

Liam smiled at Max. “Let it be Max, you know how he is. It was probably just a one-night thing, right Drake?”

Drake felt a very unjustified rush of anger at his best friend and answered almost scolding at him. “Fuck Liam, I told you it was nothing. Let’s just change the subject.”

“Right,” Liam said surprised at his best friend’s reaction. “I did meet someone important last night. She’s the American ambassador’s daughter, Alexis.” Liam seemed enamored. “She was the girl in white dancing with you Max”

“Uh?” Maxwell looked puzzled for a moment his eyes going from Liam to Drake, realization suddenly hitting him “Ohhhh… So you met Alexis and you liked her…”

Liam grinned. “Yeah, I mean you saw how beautiful she was, but is more than that,” he got lost in his thoughts. “I can’t describe it but there’s something about her that has me fascinated”

Drake got even angrier, “Please, Liam, you talked to her like ten minutes, you have no idea who she really is.” Drake was about to confess Liam about his first encounter with her and how she had lied when Liam's phone rang.

“Sorry guys, I’ll take this in the other room, be back in five”

“Well, that was surprising, Liam seems smitten with Lexie too” Max looked inquisitively at his friend.

“What do you mean ‘too’?”

“Please Drake, I saw you that night, I didn’t’ know you were capable of grinning that much, I almost didn’t recognize you” He joked.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but it doesn’t matter.” Drake seemed pensive for a moment. “I have to warn Liam about her”

“Wow! Take a moment there Drake. What do you mean warn him?”

“Do you have amnesia Maxwell?” Drake scowled at him. “You don’t remember she told us a different name when we met her?”

“Pffff, I do it all the time. Have you heard my story when I tried to enter Leo’s…?

“Only a million times, Max. And that’s not the point. She lied; we don’t know what she’s after”

“Please Drake, she’s the ambassador’s daughter. Constantine knows her father”

“Are you really saying we should trust her because her father is friends with Constantine” Drake cocked an eyebrow. “That only makes her more suspicious”

“No, I’m saying we should trust her because she seems like a nice girl, and I talked to her last night, she’s obviously going through something big.” Max sighed. “Telling Liam would only embarrass her, and him” He looked at Drake “On the other hand, If you have feelings for her…”

“Pfff, feelings? Please Beaumont, I had a whiskey with her, I couldn’t care less” Drake looked pointedly at Max. “I won’t tell Liam right now, but if she does something fishy, I will.”

At that moment Liam reentered the room beaming.

“Wow, Li! That call really made you smile, who was it?” Max asked, a third scone in his hand.

“Oh, the first call was my father’s assistant, but then I called Alexis to ask her out.” He grinned even more. “And she said yes”

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Liam was feeling completely nervous at the thought of seeing Alexis again. The previous night he had been enchanted by her and now he wondered how this date was going to go. A tingling feeling of expectation was spreading through his entire body as he rang the bell at the opulent O’Brien’s mansion and asked for Alexis. When she finally came out, he was surprised, he couldn’t believe that she was even more beautiful than he remembered. She had her hair loose and was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, but that natural look suited her perfectly. He opened the door of his car for her.

“Hey Liam, thank you but you don’t need to do that.” He went to his side of the car and turned it on.

 “What do you have in mind for tonight?” Alexis asked.

“Well, my assistant made some reservations at L’étoile this great French restaurant. Apparently, they serve amazing gourmet food” He looked at her questioning “Do you like French food?”

“Actually, yes I do.” She looked out the window.

Liam couldn’t help but notice the hint of disappointment in her voice. “But?”

She smiled apologetically “Buuut…I was thinking that we could do something more relaxed tonight. Aren’t you tired of these fancy diner parties where you have to sit straight for hours and use ten different forks?” She coked her eyebrows and he couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Yes, a bit. And you seem to have an idea in mind”

She looked mischievously “I do. Have you had eaten real Mexican food?”

Liam shook his head no and smiled “But there’s always a first time for everything. We’ll just need to lose our security detail.” He looked through the rear mirror and accelerated.

After ditching Liam’s bodyguards, they arrived at the Mexican restaurant. It was actually a colorful but small food truck with two or three tables surrounding it and people eating their food standing all around the place.

Liam was surprised to see that Alexis seemed to know the cook, they greeted each other warmly and spoke in Spanish for a while. Due to his strict education, Liam spoke several languages fluently, so, with a little effort he could figure out that she was asking the woman for her family, and he could see the genuine interest in Alexis’ eyes.  He was mesmerized by her. She was so completely different from all the other women he knew, so comfortable wherever she went. And it was incredible how she really seemed to care about people. Liam still couldn’t believe that she preferred that simple joint to the elegant diner he had prepared. He continued to admire her while she spoke with the other woman another few minutes and then she ordered for both of them. He took one of the tables and they sat together waiting for the food.

“I hope you don’t mind I ordered, but I know what is good here. Do you like spicy food?”

He smirked “How spicy?”

She laughed “Don’t worry Mr. future president. It’s nothing you can’t handle” She saw their order was out and was about to go get it when Liam stopped her.

“Please allow me, Alexis. I‘m nothing if not a gentleman” He winked at her making her laugh. He knew at that moment that he’d do anything just to hear that sound again.

“Wow, it smells great.” He sat again. “Did you order beers with the food?”

“Yes; I hope you like it, but I can’t enjoy Mexican food without a good Negra Modelo to go with it,” She said taking a sip directly from the bottle.

He raised his beer “Cheers!” It felt cold and fresh, perfect for the spicy food he was about to eat. “I love it.” He looked at his plate hungrily. “So Alexis? Care to explain what we’re eating here?” He questioned.

“Tacos, of course, I ordered pulled pork, beef, and barbacoa, my favorite. You have to put some salsa on them, the green one is perfect because is savory and it’s not too spicy and then you add some drops of lemon, a bit of salt, and you can dig in.”

Liam followed Alexis’ instructions and was about to cut the taco with a fork and a knife when he felt her big, brown, smiling eyes on him

“What is it? Am I doing it wrong?” He asked sheepishly

“Oh no! Not bad… but these are tacos, Li” He wondered if the use of his nickname was a friendly sign or if she was flirting with him. “They’re supposed to be eaten with your hands, like this”

She showed him by taking one of her own tacos in her hand. He watched her eat and savor it and he smiled for himself. He had never seen anyone enjoy food so much. Liam didn’t know her for long, but he was sure that she lived every moment of her life, even a small one like this one, to the fullest. She stopped eating and looked at him take his first bite.

“Sooo? Isn’t it much better with your hands? What do you think?”

“It’s amazing,” he mumbled through a mouth full of a beef taco. “These might be my favorite.” He took another bite and asked, “How did you know about this place? I didn’t know you had been to Cordonia before”.

“I arrived a week ago, but I didn’t tell my father. I wanted to wander through the streets, know more about the local culture,” She didn’t add that she was doing it because she knew Cordonia would be her country for now on. “And one day, after walking around all day I saw this food truck. I tasted the food and loved it, it’s similar to the one that my abuelita, my grandma used to make for us back home.”

Liam looked puzzled “I thought the ambassador was American, I mean O’Brien sounds more Irish than Mexican”

She nodded “My father’s family is Irish, but my mother was born in Mexico. She married him when she was 23 years old.” She stopped eating, thinking about her mother had cut her appetite.

“So that’s why you speak Spanish.” Liam looked at her wanting to know everything he could about her.

“Yes, that’s it. And I love the culture. My dream is to rent a camping car, travel around the continent, and write about it.” She stayed silent for a moment knowing that it was nothing but a dream, that she would be forced to marry Liam and live in Cordonia for the rest of her life.

“It’s an amazing dream.” He was both inspired by her and a little sad at the thought that she might leave one day.

“What’s yours?” Alexis raised her hand to stop his answer “and ‘being president’ is not available” She smiled at him taking a long pull on her beer.

“Well,” He looked directly at her brown eyes, then down his gaze to her full mouth, to that smile that drove him crazy. He couldn’t wait anymore, so he got close to her and took her chin between his fingers, kissing her longingly.

After a few seconds, he pulled apart and finally answered, “this is.”

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Alexis didn’t know what to think about the kiss with Liam. It had been sweet and tender, almost romantic.  She had not disliked it but it had nothing to do with the fierce electricity she had shared with Drake. She knew that the brooding man had the power of driving her crazy. And, no one had made her feel that way before. She let herself think about that night at the cove one more time when her phone rang. It was her father.

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Liam and Drake had a meeting first thing Monday morning to discuss the latest polls. They weren’t catastrophic but there was definitely room for improvement. Godfrey didn’t hesitate to make a spectacle of his ‘family life’, or even to throw some low punches when he had to.  Within their circles, it was well known that Adelaide had cheated on Godfrey more times than he could count and that their daughter resented deeply both of them, but the general population ignored all of that and bought his ‘Traditional-Family-Values candidate’ charade.

Liam and Drake began strategizing, trying to decide if maybe Liam needed a new publicist or speechwriter. They had been working for hours so Drake finally took his jacket off, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled his sleeves so he could be more comfortable. Suddenly Liam’s office slammed open, Constantine had the newspapers of the day showing the polls, and he threw them on the desk almost barking at Liam.

“I told you, Liam. I told you repeatedly that you needed a wife or a fiancé and that you needed her fast. I told you that even with your head start, this would come back and bite you in the ass”

Drake already hated Constantine Rhys but the way he was blaming everything on Liam was too much to let it pass. “Constantine, Liam is only trying to win with a good, honest campaign.” He looked at the older man coldly “You shou-“

Constantine rose his eyebrows interrupting him. “Am I hearing correctly? Are you trying to teach me how to win a presidential race Walker, you?”

“Stop father, you better than everyone knows how capable Drake is, you would’ve fired him a long time ago if that wasn’t the case.” Liam sighed. “Let’s focus on the campaign”

Drake stood next to his best friend. “As I was saying before, I think we need a new speechwriter, Charlie was great but he’s a little rusty, we need someone younger, vibrant who will appeal to the young population.”

“Well, Walker, we finally agree on something.” The ex-president smirked contemptuously at Drake who felt a new rush of anger. “And it so happens I have the perfect candidate. She majored in Creative writing at NYU and has a master’s degree in communication. Foremost, we can trust her completely because she’s the ambassador’s daughter.” Constantine stepped outside and called for the woman who was waiting behind the door.

“Alexis, please come in.”

Drake scorned at the sight of the woman who had kept him up all night.

“Is there a problem, Walker?” Constantine asked.

Drake threw his hands back and said sarcastically “Not at all Constantine, big fan of nepotism here,” He rose from his seat, not wanting to be near her another second, her fruity scent already in his nostrils “If that’s all…”

“Actually Walker, I want you two to brief Alexis about the campaign” Constantine stood up.

“I can’t father, we have an appointment with Hakim in less than an hour” Liam stood up as well, smiling warmly at Alexis, their kiss in his mind.

Then, he left the office before closing the door behind him, leaving her and Drake, alone inside.