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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

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Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: told myself to slow down, didn't.

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It’s your first time wearing that skirt. You’ve had it in your closet for two years. At least. You’re not really a skirt person but it’s cute. The floral on black with the zipper up the front. It drapes nicely enough though you’re not used to wearing anything so short. You have a trusty pair of shorts on just in case. 

You don’t go out either. Definitely not to places like this. You keep an arm across your middle, gripping your other as the hordes of people make you dizzy. The shining gold accoutrement of the decor along with the waft of low music over the noise of tables and voices add to your vertigo. 

The casino is busy and bright and loud. You stay close to your sister as she leads you across the carpet; ivory with golden curliques patterned across them. You’re no gambler either but you’re not there to play cards.  

“I think it’s upstairs,” Roxie says as she looks at the tickets in her hand. “Gala Room B.” 

“Oh, right,” you murmur and smile at her, “what’s the band again?” 

“Don’t worry about it the tickets were free,” she chirps as you look up at her. You feel even more a child beside her; your height often adds to your inferiority complex. Historically, you think, those characteristics have been often intertwined. 

“No, but--” 

“You need to get out of mom’s place more,” she chides, “I could’ve brought Katie instead, but I chose you, sis.” 

“I know, er, thanks,” you run your hand up to your shoulder and rub it nervously. 

“Show doesn’t start for another hour. Let’s get a drink,” she insists and turns, strutting towards the long bar at the other side of the grand space. You trail after her, shrinking down even further. She turns back to you as she leans on a tall stool, “what d’ya want?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t really...” 

“I know, it’s one drink, how about a vodka-cran?” She suggests, “you love cranberry.” 

“Um, sure, if you think that’s good.” 

She sighs and rolls her eyes. She’s the wild one, not you. You know you bore her and since your parents’ divorce, years ago, you haven’t really hung out together. She went with your dad and you with your mom, since then, it’s all been a bit fuzzy. 

She orders as you stand back, not wanting to get in the way of the people all around you. You lean back, rocking nervously as you glance around. You feel underdressed as you see women in cocktail dresses and men in suits. Even your sister is a stark contrast to your overly casual attire; your favourite purple cardigan and the skirt you’ve never worn. 

Your eyes scan the room, admiring the golden sconces of bulbs that resemble candelabras and the gilt trim all along the wall. The more you look around, the less you belong. You don’t even know why you said yes. Well, your mom pushed you into it. Just like your sister, she keeps saying you need to get out more. 

You rub your lips together and feel around your small tassled purse. It’s used, like most of your things. The thrift store is as much as your mom can afford and you still haven’t found a solid job. You worked at the grocery for a summer before they laid off half of you then did a one-day stint at a polling centre for the last municipal election. Even if you wanted to go out, you don’t have the money for it. 

You pull out your chapstick and smear it around your chafed lips as you sway back the other direction. You stop short as you nearly slam into another body and you stumble out of the way of the man in his black-and-white suit. Embarrassment creeps hotly up your cheeks and you cap your lip balm and stand out of his path. 

He’s taller than you. Well, everyone is. But to you, he seems huge. His suit is finely tailored to his figure though his hair seems to clash with the refined style. It’s almost to his collar but neatly parted, a shank falling forward to frame his sharp cheekbone. His square jaw is trimmed thickly with a dark beard, peppered with strands of silver and patch along the dimple of his chin. You’ve never seen anything as blue as his eyes, they are almost inhumanly vivid. 

“Sorry, doll,” he touches your arm as he passes and smirks, swiftly turning his sights ahead of him. 

You gulp as your shoulder hits someone else. You spin to face your sister as she offers you a glass. You take the red concoction with the short black straw sticking out over the ice cubes. You thank her as the chill seeps into your hand. 

“Oof, look at him,” she leans to watch after the man in his dark suit, “damn.” You frown and look in the other direction. She scoffs and nudges you, “come on. That guy is totally stunning. Even you can see that.” 

“I don’t wanna gawk at him,” you mutter, “he’s a stranger.” 

“Oh, whatever, not like he’d notice,” she snips. 

You scrunch up your lip and tuck your chapstick away as you peer toward the man. He goes up to a table, sliding in next to a taller woman with honey-blond hair and a shimmery dress. He rests his hand along her lower back as he chatters to her and the rest of the players around the leather trim. 

“Sheesh, he’s fine,” she puts a twang on the last word, “mmph. If I wasn’t with Tom...” 

“Right,” you look down at the drink and sip from the straw. You make a face and cough. 

“It’s not that strong,” she slaps your back, “don’t be dramatic.” 

“I know,” you clear your throat, “I just wasn’t expecting the taste.” 

“Let’s go upstairs,” she points above. 

“Uh, okay,” you agree to her sudden diversion. You suppose you really are boring. 

You follow her up the curved stairs and along the railing that overlooks the lower casino room. Arched windows let in the night and the glow of the facade. You lean on the polished wood and peer down at the first floor; it looks even more resplendent from there. You sister puts her elbow on the railing as she looks around. 

“We could stick around after, lose some money,” she says. 

“I don’t... mom only gave me a twenty and I owe you for the drink.” 

“Pfft, whatever, I’ll spot ya. Tom gave me some extra with the tickets,” she trills, “it’ll be fun. Play some black jack. It’ll be an experience. You could say you’ve actually done something.” 

You smile, closed-lipped and tight. She isn’t wrong. It’s your first concert, for some cover band, and your first time at a casino. It’s not an exaggeration to say this is the height of your life experience. 

Your eyes wander down and meet another pair. You wince. It’s that same man. He walks towards you, a certain swagger in his stride. As he peers up at you, his cheeks dimple and he winks. You wrinkle your brow and look behind you. When you turn back, he’s gone. Right, you’re imagining things. 

Roxie slurps as her straw turns hollow. She’s already drained her cocktail, meanwhile you’ve barely taken a sip. She stirs the ice and hums. 

“Wait here, I’m gonna get a refill,” she raises her glass. 

“Oh, I can come with you--” 

“Nah, just stand here,” she insists. “You’ll just slow me down.” 

“Sure, uh, okay.” 

You curl your shoulders inward as she walks away. Great. All alone. You avoid looking anywhere but your glass. You face the railing again and balance your drink on it. It’s not bad, tarter than you’re used to and a little burny.  

You play with the black bracelet around your wrist, the band they stuck around it when they scanned your ID at the door. You suppose it’s a good idea but they wouldn’t be letting kids in here, would they? Oh yeah, the hotel is attached. 

As a kid, you never went on vacations like that. No hotels, no casinos, no shows. It seems like Roxie is catching up on all of that and you’re just there. The world is so much scarier when it’s all a mystery to you. 

“Excuse me,” a deep voice startles you. You ignore it, thinking it’s merely a passerby, “miss?” 

There’s a tap on your shoulder and you barely save your cocktail from spilling over the edge. You clutch the glass with both hands and face the stranger. It’s that same man, with the suit and the long hair and the oceanic eyes. Something about him is familiar beyond your few earlier glances. 

“I think you dropped this?” He holds up a chip with a golden 100 on it. You blink and shake your head. 

“No,” you scrape out of your throat, “I don’t-- I didn’t--” 

“I swear I saw it fall out of your bag,” he looks down at your purse. 

“Really, I’m not... I don’t gamble.” 

“Ah, well, if it’s just hanging around, might as well use it, huh?” He keeps his hand out, “maybe it’s your lucky day.” 

“I couldn’t. If someone lost it...” your voice doesn’t want to go and he leans in to hear you, adding to the heat spreading through your chest. Is it the alcohol or him? 

“You’re sweet, keep it,” he shoves the chip toward you. 

“Please, I... I... can’t...” you wipe a hand on your skirt and clutch the fabric. 

“Doll, I can’t hear you,” he says as he grabs your hand and dislodges it from your skirt, “here.” 

He presses the chip into your palm. You stare at his tie then look down at the white chip with gold detailing. His hand brushes yours before he rescinds his touch. 

“Erm...” you murmur dumbly and shake your head. 

“My treat,” he growls. 

“But...” 

“Like the skirt, by the way,” he surprises you as he pinches a fold, “cute on you.” 

Just as quickly as he appeared, he strides away, leaving you blankly staring after him. His broad shoulders move beyond a thick marble pillar as you hold up your drink and the chip. You just look between them. 

“Hey,” Roxie approaches again, “oh, what’s that?” 

“A chip...” you state plainly. 

“Duh, I know. Where’d you get it?” 

You look at the floor. Would she even believe you? “The floor.” 

“Ooo,” she plucks it from your fingers, “awesome, “now we’re definitely having some fun tonight.” 

“Rox,” you swallow and look up at her, “we should hand it in. It’s a lot of money. If someone lost it--” 

“If they lost it, they can afford it,” she bobs her neck as she speaks, “live a little,” she sneers and taps your glass, “and finish your drink. Maybe that’ll loosen you up.” 

You nod and recede into yourself, cradling the glass again with both hands. You put your lips to the straw and drink until you can’t anymore. She gulps straight from the brim of her glass and sighs, wiggling as she peers around. 

“I almost don’t even want to see these old men play music,” she snickers as she takes in the expanse of tables flashing lights. 

“Oh?” 

“Relax, we’re going to see the show. You’re a horrible liar and mom will see right through you,” she sneers, “besides, I told her I wouldn’t get you in too much trouble.” 

[citrinae]

caramel, salted.

sanji x reader

contents; you seek some free entertainment by venturing into the men's quarters. or: sanji is pathetic in two acts. explicit content, femdom, cunnilingus, facesitting, worship, smoking, sanji being his own warning. some fluff towards the end because i’m weak your honour. afab!fem!reader, wc: 2.6k, mdni. this gets lowkey unhinged at some point so proceed with caution i'm so sorry.

i.

Here’s a thing you can tell about bored people: they’re handwork. More often than not you come to discover about yourself that boredom throws you into situations that would never cross your mind, disconnects you from yourself and moulds you anew as you witness the outcomes of your decisions unfold like a side-street circus act. And as much as you could agree with those who say that you shouldn’t put unfavourable behaviour down to some higher power with a weird sense of humour, neither could you deny the thrill, the restlessness, the refreshing sense of freedom you feel any time you let your body act on its own. Sometimes feeling bored leads you down to feeling creative. 

Right now it finds you in the hallway towards the male quarters, leaned against a wall with your foot tapping uneasily against wooden flooring, a lingering “what if” pressed unsaid between crossed hands. What if, and why not, after all, when Sanji would collapse down to his knees at the smallest look you tossed in his direction. It irks you, truly, how you cannot get through the middle of a sentence without him complimenting—your thoughts, the tone of voice, ah, ma choue, apologies but your lips moved so beautifully around that word—or trying to get under your skin even more with his usual display of indiscretion. Like that time when he accidentally let it slide that he spends two hours a week siestaing by himself in the men's quarters. 

But you’d lie if you said you haven’t been fueling it yourself, with elbow touches and furtive glances and leaning down his shoulder when you’ve had a few too many. Sanji unlocks something vicious in you that you cannot quite place, or simmer down, and despite it all, you’d often watch yourself with astonishment as you poked around for more. 

It’s always so easy with him. 

It infuriates you. It’s exciting. 

Skipping a beat, you peer left and right for what you counted as the twentieth time before your steps lead you in front of an arch door at the end of the hallway. You knock. Once, twice, thrice, and you begin to hear some movement on the other side as you do. Loose, unbothered, “hurry up you freak”, Sanji trudges his step towards the door handle and peeks out.  

“What,” he says, but swallows it soon after noticing you. He’s at his most casual in beige shorts and unbuttoned shirt, uncombed hair curtaining a fraction of his face. His voice chokes up in his throat while thinking of a thing to say to you. 

His gaze feels heavy against you, and for a minute there you consider changing your mind. “There’s no way in hell I’d let you win this one”. Air piles up in your chest, stays there for a while. Yet your exhale is loud enough to make a decision for you. With a finger you start pushing him a few steps back, desperate to get inside without being seen, “Don’t say anything and lock this fucking door.”

He obliges, reaching the key to the room at a pace as fast as you expected of him. “It’s not the first time you lock yourself up in here, now isn't it?” You fold your arms as you further watch him rush the key into the lock. “You truly have no shame.”

“In my defense, sweetheart,” he leans against the door, his eyes glued to your figure. You soon notice he’s been holding his breath. “This time I’m not the one asking so enthusiastically to be alone in a room with you.”

You click your tongue. The room is dim and layered with wood that creaks the moment you press a footprint into it. Without another word you clutch Sanji by the collar of his shirt, glazing the surprise on his face with a kiss as you do. It’s a taste you relish, bittersweet with bergamot and the cigarettes he sucks on for dear life. Sanji moans against your lips, and it doesn’t get long until his hands are flattening all over you, too, as he lets you speed your way towards his hammock. Hands on hips, chest against chest. You rip a second whimper from him as your nails reach the skin under his shirt and dig themselves into his back. He kisses your jaw, buries his head into your neck. The low flicker of the hang lights and the sway of the ship blend with the staccato rhythm of your breathing; the salt in the air dissolves on the roof of your mouth like a broken promise. 

When his tailbone hits the bedding, he dives a quivering hand for a smoke and lighter. A snap, flame eating through paper. But before he can even take his first drag, you’ve already snatched it from him, greedy and cruel and downright captivating, pushing it between your own lips with a self-indulgent hum. 

Nicotine scrapes your lungs as you pull on the cigarette; ease yourself on one of his thighs. Sanji watches with his mouth open when you blow the smoke into his face. 

“Darling, please,” he breathes out. “I—”

“I know,” you say, leaning at a finger’s length from his face. The tip of his cigarette is all stained with your lipstick and he drags on it like a starving man after you’ve brushed it back into his mouth. “You don’t deserve to be treated so kindly, you know that, right?”

Acknowledgement is a silent strain that forms inside his throat. He places a kiss on your collarbone. “I can make it up to you”, he says, lips climbing across your neck and up to your ear. “Please,” simple, breathless, taking your earlobe between his teeth. “I can treat you like a goddess, sweetheart, as long as you’d let me.” 

“I was counting on that,” you retrieve the cigarette from his fingers. Seconds pass as you take another lungful and flick off the ashes into an improvised ashtray left on Sanji’s bed. “Now, lay on your back.” It’s an order, which he follows without protest. You know it’s a thing of instinct that he brings his forefinger to his nose while watching you slide off your pants and climb your way to his chest. Sanji earns his reassurance in the form of a smile and a peck on his bottom lip. “Good man.”

“Come here,” you hear him drawl, impatient, dragging your hips over his face. Without warning you begin to feel his tongue on the inside of your thigh and your breath hitches the moment he reaches your panties. At first, he doesn’t bother to take them off, his mouth delirious to enjoy your wetness through the fabric. Sanji turns out to be a quick learner, too, as he makes sure to press his tongue against the spots which have you sounding sweeter, tightening your thighs harder around him, and he seems to savour each moment he gets to spend entertaining you. He moans against your panties when your fingers bury themselves into his hair to guide his movements. 

Heat builds up in your stomach. It’s not enough. 

“You’re teasing me,” leaves you faintly, slowly. “I want to feel you for good, Sanji, c’mon.”

And you don’t know if it’s the sound of your voice, or simply the raw, unrehearsed ache to be touched which has been manoeuvring your movements ever since you stepped into this room, but Sanji is happy to further do your bidding if that means he’ll get to witness more. Fuck, and what a sight you are, rose-cheeked, teary-eyed, straddling his face with both the grace and urgency of a divine calamity; he’d never learn how to say no to you. 

Pulling your panties aside, Sanji is gentle as he starts stroking a finger inside you. His tongue readies itself at your clit when he heaves, “Like this, darling?” Your hum is soft, enough. He leaves a sultry kiss on your clit before taking a minute to admire the sight. “So beautiful.” There’s a strange affection in his voice that urges you to turn your head towards the ashtray where your cigarette sits now, discarded and forgotten, but you cannot help but yelp again when his tongue rolls so greedily against you, revering you, drinking from your core as if he’d been eating from Dionysus' hand.  

Even more than he enjoys hearing you, all dazed and unfocused, Sanji adores losing himself to the taste of your slick, adores it tenfold when your hand finds the side of his cheek encouraging him to keep up, “Should’ve had you sooner like this, huh. Starved and pretty under my pussy.” You start your own pace as you speak through shreds of sound, hips chasing your release in wet and messy bounces against Sanji’s face. “You must be thinking a good lot of me.”

Sanji lets out a heavy exhale. He did, in fact, shamelessly, pathetically, dream of this moment with you, a little after you’d joined the crew. Not once did he find himself jerking off to the thought of you, a smoky smile, your eyes on him, sweet nothings like apple and cinnamon into his ear before he’d smother you in kisses and eat you up. Taking in your perfume as he’d bend you over the counter of the kitchen, a halo forming round your hair where the light would hit just right. And a good number of nights passed with him trying to assess which flavour would work best with your voice while hanging from the sounds of his name.

“Fuck, fuck,” it’s ragged against you, sending shivers to your core. With your body swinging in the dimness of his room, Sanji feels like he hasn’t been weaker in his life, and it only takes him a meaner pull at his hair and a look at your bitten lips to come right here and now.  He continues lapping at you through his orgasm, the sensation he coaxes from you as he does allowing you no time for whatever tongue-in-cheek comment you might’ve come up with in similar circumstances. 

You settle on his name instead, and it melts on your tongue as his grip tightens on your hips, bringing you closer and closer to your edge. When you get there, your voice shudders on a deep vowel that you try to bite down into the palm of your hand. Wailed and open-mouthed, Sanji wastes no time as he licks against the dampness spilling over him, being taken through bliss a second time now with the image of your crescendo leaving electric shocks throughout his body.

The hammock is rocking silently under your figures. A moment passes as you stare down at Sanji’s lips, reddened and coated with your slick, parting for short breaths of air. He lulls your skin with a last peck on your thigh before dragging himself from your legs and reaching for the corner of your mouth. 

“My compliments to the chef,” he says, his voice taking to fragranced. “This was exquisite.”

“That’s because you haven’t tasted today's main course,” taking his chin between thumb and forefinger. “Would you be interested in trying, sir?”

Sanji’s goatee is still wet from eating you out. The corner of his lips hitch an inch higher on his face as he fixes you, languid and hot. “Only if you promise to kiss across the rim for me, sweetheart.”

ii.

“Caramel,” his voice starts through a cloud of smoke. 

You’ve been laying together in his bed, legs curled and shoulders peeking out bare from the covers. The room is hot and your eyes heavy and there’s a pillow slung on the floor beneath you shadowing the memory of minutes ago. 

You shift your head to meet his eye. “Care to articulate for us lesser earthlings, Sanji?”

Sanji lets a couple of seconds pass as he ashes his cigarette into the tray. “That,” he explains, and it tugs a brow on your face when he does. “Melted sugar. Not as easily handled as some would think. But it’s sweet, easy to fall for, and really sticks to you afterwards.”

“You’re such a dork,” you find yourself saying with a childish giggle and a thumb swiped across Sanji’s cheek. 

“Or helplessly charmed by you,” Sanji adjusts, finding your hand and stroking it into his own with a softness that brings heat into your cheeks. You leave it there. 

The door handle jostles on the other side of the room. You freeze. There’s a thud at the door, and later a hurricane of them.

“Open up you stupid pervert!” It’s Zoro. His voice is all steam and gravel as it bursts through the silence. “Told you last time if you can’t keep it in your pants at least be a man like the rest of us and own it.”

Three swords lean untouched against a wall you just now come to pay attention to. You throw Sanji a look. He slaps his forehead, hisses under his breath, “Fucking shit swords.”

The knocks continue. 

“Sanji he can’t see me like this,” you whisper, hurling yourself under the covers. 

“You with someone there, louse?” Zoro’s voice.

“Storage room, dear, go. You’ll be fine there,” Sanji searches for you between cushions. Then, to Zoro, “Have you mismatched your pills again, mosshead? Go see Chopper for a check-up.”

“I’m gonna mismatch your guts soon enough if you keep trying to be funny with me,” pressure on the door handle, flurry of pounds, a kick. 

With a short tilt of his head, Sanji points at the ladder leading below deck, and this time you decide to listen to him, jumping from the hammock and accepting the clothes he’s picked up for you as you rush towards the storage room. The place is dark and damp and you can hear the wood shriek above your head as Sanji works some steps about the men's room and to what sounds to be his locker. “Curious to see you try,” caustic, dismissive. He throws something over the hatch you’ve descended through. 

You put your shirt back on. Above you, a key is slung into the lock. Boots bite into the floor soon after.

“Now,” Sanji again. “Was it that hard to wait? Bad-tempered bastard.”

“Fuck off,” Zoro snaps. 

“Understandable.”

A pause. 

“The hell are you doing here?” he adds on; he sounds confused. 

“Wardrobe decluttering. You’d use one,” Sanji drones. 

Zoro isn’t buying it. “And you locked the door for that.”

Silently your body rolls through your panties, your pants. 

“Maybe I didn’t want you guys’ dirty boots on my wardrobe?” 

Shoes, "no sound, I beg."

Zoro says nothing. 

Your lungs tilt with the lack of air. 

Sound of metal against metal. 

“Got everything you needed?” Sanji presses on. 

More steps. Door creaking, “You’re weird.” 

And he’s gone. 

The sigh that escapes you then is loose, deep. You take the moment to press your eyelids close for an outline of your day. 

Sometimes feeling bored leads you down to feeling creative. Other times, it leaves you with a ripple in your chest down the ladder to the storage room of the Thousand Sunny. 

When Sanji opens the hatch for you, it’s with a wide, pleasant smile, and you don’t think twice before latching onto his hand to help yourself up. “This time. I’ll let you have this, for now.” 

Staring at the piles of clothing scattered about the room, “Next time we gotta be more careful with the rendezvous point.”

Sanji anchors to the most essential part.

“Next time?” he leans back, hand dug into the pocket of his slacks, his heartbeat dashing off his eyes.

“Yeah,” you catch yourself saying. Your smile is one-sided as you step forward, turning towards the door. You stop for a minute to run a touch across his cheek with the back of your hand. “Be nice and you’ll get another after that, and another.”

Sanji knows then, lifting his hand to his face, watching your hips sway their way down the hallway, that he’s been caught under your spell, fully, permanently, and he’ll do anything in his power to assure you he’s a place to return to.

[lilgarbitch]

Running in Circles- One

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

CW: Slight angst, slight fluff, anxiety...I think that's all so far

Word count: 6k

Author's note: This is the first story I've written in a very long time so I will take any criticism given. This is also the first time I've written anything on Tumblr so bear with me as I figure all of this out. I just missed writing so much and discovered how beautifully organized this site is compared to others so I gave it a go, and I hope you all enjoy<3

Y/N

I sit hunched over, elbows resting on my knees as my leg rapidly bounced up and down. My chin was rested on my fist, with a stressed scowl covering my face as I sit in the lounge area of our tour bus. I realize I’m shaking my whole body by bouncing but I truly don’t care, it eased the racing thoughts of the show we’re about to play. 

Tommy walks into the living area and gives me a slightly pained look, I try to sit up and let his presence distract me from the stress, waiting for hum to say something, but it just takes over my body once again and I fall back against my seat with a loud huff and shut my eyes. 

“I know you always get stressed out for shows, but…Hun..” he sends a small pout my way, “you look like you haven’t slept. You’ve been dreaming of us touring with someone big for so long…But it almost looks like you’re regretting it.” Tommy looks at me with pity filled eyes. 

I let out a long exhale, rubbing my hands against my fishnet-covered thighs, trying to soothe myself. 

“I am excited, trust me. I-” I pause to squeeze my eyes shut and try to push the stress away again. “I just… can’t wrap my head around it…especially who we’re touring with.” 

He gives me a look telling me that he was slightly confused. I had never fully explained myself to Tommy. He knows nothing about what’s truly been on my mind for the past few years. He doesn’t know who I write about in my lyrics. And there’s a reason for it. It’s utterly embarrassing for me to say any of it out loud. 

I wave him off with a small ‘it’s nothing’ before getting up and pacing around the tour bus. We were about a half hour away from the venue for the first show of our first big tour. I look at myself in the mirror and run back to my bag, deciding to change my outfit once more. I just want to feel good enough for first impressions with the band, so I can’t have myself thinking too much about my appearance. I look through my bag, look down at myself, then back at my bag. I grab my phone and check the weather before picking out a few pieces of clothing and walking back to the seating area. Anthony now sitting with Tommy. 

“Is Cam still sleeping?” I ask, my mind getting sidetracked, seeing all my bandmates but my drummer. 

“No, he’s in the back playing on his phone,” Tony absentmindedly replies, staring out the window. I give him a nod before remembering what I was holding. 

“Okay, so. It’s going to be a little chilly out today, but I’m sticking to my skort and fishnets. Do I wear my sweater-” I say holding up my oversized knitted sweater, “Or my lace top with a cardigan?” I proceed to hold that pairing up. Tony turns to me and eyes both choices and you can almost see the gears turning in his head as he visualizes what both outfits would look like, causing a small humorous smirk to form on my face. 

I glance towards Tommy and he’s tapping a finger against his chin, before replying, “The sweater would be warmer, yeah?” and I nod. “That one, then.” 

“Dude, I’m asking which would look better, not which I would survive better in” I laugh. I love my band. I can fully say that I view everyone in the group as my family. My brothers. But it has reached a point where I am purely treated as a little sister and not their lead singer. 

I turn back to Tony as he’s still deep in thought, but he finally spoke. 

“I agree. But only because the lace top with the fishnets may clash, and the sweater still lets your neck tattoos show,” he answers as if I gave him a pop quiz. I giggle before turning around and heading to change. I look at my outfit after, and agree with Tony. The short skort shows off my leg tattoos which I hate covering up, and the sweater covers enough to keep me warm, but shows off the cybersigilism print on the front of my throat, the barbed wire on my left collar bone as it hangs down on that shoulder, and the sleeves, even though are a little too long, I rolled them up enough so they aren’t going to get in the way, and so they show off the detailed skull on my left hand and the more cybersigilism print flowing onto my right. 

I give myself a final look over in the mirror, take account of if I’m comfortable enough, and if there’s anything I’m going to think too much about out of insecurity. Giving a small smile to myself in my reflection, I leave the bathroom and walk towards the front. 

“ETA 5 MINUTES” Cameron shouted from behind me, both scaring me and bringing the dreaded stress and fear back into my body. I let out a small shriek and Cam laughs out an apology, patting my back as he passes me and goes to sit with the rest of the boys. With a long exhale, I sit down with them all as we pull down a dirt road and head towards the bus park. We have 3 hours until doors even open, so I let out a sigh of relief that I see no other busses around as our bus halts to a stop. Maybe I can eye this place out and find a good place to relax (aka finding good hiding spots to get away from everyone when things get too much.) 

I feel a small pat on my shoulder, waking me from my daze as the boys get up and start heading out of the bus. I stand and follow, trying my hardest to calm my nerves. If this was a situation where I was just a fangirl about to perform with her favorite band, this would be so much easier. But it’s not. 

We all step about and stretch our legs, finally feeling solid ground after hours and hours on a tour bus. Feeling better, I head off towards the venue, stopping as I notice something in the distance, towards the front of the venue. A group of people forming, getting here early for the concert which caused a wave of confidence to rush over me. Even though I know most are here for Bad Omens, they’re here early. Meaning they still want to see our band, whether they know anything about us or are just open to new music. I walk further until I’m heading in through the back doors. I eye up the green rooms and backstage. I search out all available bathrooms because it’s always good to know. And then I walk towards the actual stage, seeing where I will be performing today.

Our crew should be pulling up any minute now so I start mentally mapping out where everything will go.

Suddenly, I heard doors opening and footsteps behind me, making me jump, but when I turned around, I was thankful it was just the boys and our crew carrying our things in. I grab my custom mic stand (that I just had to splurge on for this tour) and walk with everyone onto the stage and help set up what I can. We thankfully have a large enough crew, so the boys and I are eventually able to walk away and scope out the area more. 

Once we finally felt settled in enough, knowing where everything we need is, we stepped outside for some fresh air and to let off some pent-up stress and emotions that we didn’t need on stage. 

A few feet from me, Tommy and Tony are chatting about whatever the hell guitarists talk about, occasionally letting out their practice growls, as they’re my backup vocalists for a few parts of songs, while Cam and I are doing an odd preshow ritual that we started way back when. I’m doing my vocal exercise, making sure my screams and growls are up to par for today, while also making sure I can hit my clean vocals well, with Cam letting me know if anything sounds harsh. And while I do all of this, I have my hands extended out, palms up, with Cam beating on them with his fingers like drums. It’s a good exercise for both of us, as we need to be able to do our own thing, while listening to the other to make sure we work together, but also so we don’t get distracted by external noise. 

We get so stuck in our own zone that we, or I guess mostly I don’t even notice the other tour bus pull up close to ours. Cam stops beating on my hands, bringing me back to reality as I look up at him. I follow his eyes and land on the new bus in the lot. I instantly feel my heart and stomach drop down to my ass. My breathing stops as I see a few heads starting to file out of the bus. They don’t immediately see us, but when they do, they send a wave and a smile. 

At first, I only see long, slightly messy hair, instantly recognizing it as Jolly, Mr. Joakim Karlsson himself. Tommy and I have talked about him a lot, just pure adoration of how he plays. Tommy has even become good friends with him over the last few year, helping us even get this spot on the tour. Then I see one of the Nicks. Nick Folio, the drummer, causing Cam to leave my side and immediately use his gift of being an extrovert to walk up and start chatting with him. Next to him was the other Nick, Nick Ruffilo, their bassist, who had the sweetest smile on his face as he waved to all of us, and we just couldn’t help but mirror his actions. 

But now, the stress was fully hitting me. It hit me that the only way I could get through today and even the rest of the tour was to do what I do best. Put on a complete front when stressed. It was what I’ve always done when I was in uncomfortable situations. Even in childhood, I could pretend to be someone who was completely not myself, just so no one would see what I was truly feeling. I know it’s going to throw my bandmates off guard, but they’ll catch on. Unless I want to look like a maniac to the new group, I can’t let my true feelings show. 

As I was planning out in my head my plan, thinking of ways to make it foolproof, the man of the day stepped off the bus. With hair like Levi Ackerman, looking beautifully styled even though you could tell the only thing he’s done was run his hands through it. With his arm and throat tattoos on full display as if I were walking around a goddamn art piece. He looked ethereal. To me, at least. I now realized that I had once again fully stopped breathing and forced myself to calm down. Before Noah could even glance my way, I slowly backed up toward Tommy, letting him know that I was going to be right back, trying my hardest to sound okay and not cause any concern. With that, I sneakily slipped past him, praying that no one saw how suspicious it looked, and sped walked back towards the venue, to a bathroom as far out of reach as possible.

I walked in and locked the door behind me. My breath started picking up and I immediately did everything I could to stop a panic attack from fronting. I ran my hands under cold water, trying to shock my body back to reality. I did my breathing exercises. I did everything I could. But the second I glanced at myself in the mirror, it was as if I allowed my brain to go back in time. 

I couldn’t be happier right now. Tommy and I were walking around a metal festival. I had just forced him to watch Erra’s set with me and now he was taking me to see a band he had listened to here and there. He was excited to show them to me and I was just happy to be here, seeing bands I love and seeing new artists that I would absolutely be adding to playlists tonight. We stopped and stood in a spot where we thought would be perfect. There were a few people in front of us, but we were close enough to the barricade and stage that we could see the whole show perfectly. 

While we waited for their set to start, Tommy and I chatted about the bands we had seen that day. We both mentioned a few we enjoyed that we never heard before, then talked about how some bands put on performances that we either loved or thought could have been a lot better. We even threw some ideas back and forth of what we saw and heard that could be implemented into our own band. We were just joking, giggling, and having the best time. It was a little sad that we had to wait until the next day of the festival for Tony and Cam to join us, but I truly enjoyed spending today with just Tommy, as I definitely felt closest to him out of all of them, knowing him a lot longer than the others.

We were talking about the lineup for tomorrow and what bands we wanted to see and who we wanted to show to Tony and Cam. I was mid-sentence when I heard people beginning to cheer around us, which brought a giant smile to my face, out of complete and utter love for the environment at concerts, and then to glance up at the stage, trying to see who had stepped out. It was the drummer. He was cute. He flashed the crowd a sweet smile, waving at everyone, before sitting behind his drum set. Then came the guitarist and bassist. I eyed all three up and down, a little shocked at how attractive everyone was, but also knowing Tommy, it made a lot of sense as to why he wanted to be so close to the stage. 

The three of them got everything ready, and I was about to turn to Tommy to mention how hot they all looked when the voice in my throat died and my body stiffened as the lead singer walked on stage. No words could explain the feeling that overwhelmed my body as I saw that confident, long-haired man stand right before me. 

He started addressing the crowd, hyping everyone up, including Tommy, but I didn't hear a single word he said. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t regain control over my body. I did my best to shake out the stiffness, trying my hardest to look like a normal person in the crowd, but there was nothing I could do to get my brain to start working again. 

I watched as he moved around the stage. I could see the love that he had for performing. But absolutely nothing could knock me out of the daze I was in. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. The emotions were so foreign. I completely forgot where I was after a while. The only thing my brain allowed me to focus on was him. Everything about him. I felt like an owl, using all my senses to focus on every single thing he did. I knew I probably looked like a madman, or at least I felt like one, but there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop myself. 

After some time, probably a few songs, he was closer to the crowd, looking through it as he sang, and we locked eyes for a moment. But it almost seemed like he did a double take, before forcing himself to go back to serenading the whole crowd. It was most definitely because I looked utterly insane, but in that moment, I didn’t care. The feeling that shot through my body when we did make eye contact was like nothing I had ever felt before. 

Time moved by at such a weird pace in my daze, so before I knew it, the set was over and he was thanking the crowd and the festival for having them. As he bowed and was about to leave the stage, our eyes locked again, and a shiver was sent through my body. I saw him blink a few times before sending a final wave to the crowd and walking off stage. 

The second he was no longer in my line of sight, reality finally came back to me. I blinked a few times and let out a deep breath as if I had been holding it the entire time. Tommy started talking and caught my attention, so I turned to him as if nothing happened. 

“So… what’d you think?’ he asked, nudging my arm with a smirk. I gave him the best fake smile I could before replying, “Oh, that was amazing. Why didn’t you warn me about how hot everyone was?” which caused him to let out a chuckle.

“I figured it would be a good surprise.” he shrugged out as we walked away from the stage and towards the next set. My mind was racing a mile a minute but I tried my best to keep my composure as we continued to talk.

“So, who was your favorite?” Tommy randomly asked as we stood at a different stage, waiting for Of Mice and Men to start. 

“Uhh..” I trailed off, not wanting him to know I already had an answer. 

“It was Noah, wasn’t it.” he cut me off with a smirk. 

“Was that the-” 

“The singer? Yeah. I could totally see the heart eyes you got when I saw him look at you.” he laughed out, causing my face to redden. All I could do in response was nod. I mean, it’s a simple crush, wasn’t it? We all fall for random artists, so there’s no reason for me to feel weird about it. As long as I completely ignore the fact that what I just felt was nothing close to what I felt when I used to fangirl over boybands in middle school. 

A year later

‘This isn’t a normal crush.’ I kept repeating in my head. I was currently writing lyrics for new songs, trying to find emotions in me to write about, but all I could do was dwell on that feeling I got that day, and the feelings that came after it. 

I look at my paper filled with messy writing, which was surrounded by other papers of the same misfortune, all with the same feeling behind it. One talking about losing control to a man who never knew me, another begging to “be his sweet dreams.” My eyes land on another, catching the words, ‘I want to feel your heartbeat on mine,’ causing me to let out a loud groan and fall back into my chair. I rub my hands down my face and let out a dry sob. I was so tired of this. I’ve become a fucking cliche.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Anthony with a small sheepish smile on his face. He crouched down next to my chair and looked up at me. 

“Do you need some help?” I know he thinks my frustration is coming from the struggle of writing, and not who I’m writing about, and I’m going to keep it that way. 

“Please. I can’t keep looking at these. And if anyone could help me, it’s going to be the other hopeless romantic in this band.” I answer with a sad chuckle. He nods and motions me to stand up so he can sit at my desk. I do so, sitting in a chair a few feet away and just staring up at the ceiling as I hear him rustle the papers around. 

“Oh for fucks sake, dude, who the hell are you writing about,” he asks rhetorically. He knows I never answer, the embarrassment being too much, so I just reply with a tired giggle and let him do what he can to fix this part of my mess. 

I blink a few times, finally back in the bathroom. Reality crashing into me, finally grounding me once again. My hands are cramping as I look down and see that I’ve been gripping the sink so harshly, I don’t know how I didn’t break it. I loosen my grip and stand up straight, shaking off my nerves. I take an actual look at myself in the mirror, fix my makeup with my finger a little, before taking a deep breath and unlocking the door, ready to at least confront today. I can deal with the future later. I run my plan in my head a little, deciding that I can at least pretend to be an extrovert for a little while, just to ease the awkward tension that I know will build if I keep acting this way. 

I walk back through the hallway of the venue, then outside, towards the group of guys who were all chatting, and let out one last exhale of stress before putting on my confident front and joining the rest of them. 

Thankfully, it seems I was gone for barely 10 minutes, as their crew bus wasn’t even here yet and they’re still chatting about interests and things they have in common. I walk close enough that I have now caught the attention of a few of them, and I give them the best confident smile that I can. I walk towards the other band of boys and give them a small wave. 

“You must be Joakim!” I say, him giving me a proud smile for using his real name, and I internally thank myself for pronouncing it correctly. I give him a small side hug, feeling comfortable with him since I know that he and Tommy have become good friends lately, and I would love to be one as well. I then face to his right. 

“And you must be the Nicks! Uhhh Folio and…” I pause and fake to look at my hand like I was reading something, then quickly back up at them, “Ruffilo!’ I say with a smile. They give me a teasing look, making me break. I show them my hand, laughing, it not having anything more than my tattoos on it.

“I’m kidding, guys. I am really happy to meet you all and have been looking forward to this ever since I heard we were going to be doing shows with you.” I give them both a warm smile as I give Ruffilo’s arm a friendly squeeze. They both chuckle at my terrible joke, making me feel good that I’m at least breaking the ice well enough. I’d rather embarrass myself through my jokes than my feelings. But here comes the hard part. I take the deepest breath I could through my nose so they can’t tell how hard this is for me. I take a few steps to their right and meet face-to-face with Noah. I hold my arms behind my back, knowing that my hands are definitely shaking right now, and give him a warm smile. 

“And you must be the famous Noah Sebastian.” I try giving him my warmest smile and a small nod of acknowledgment. His mouth parted slightly before closing and giving me a fake warm smile back. Almost completely mirroring mine. 

“And you must be Y/N.” my breath softly hitches as I hear his deep smooth voice, and it being directed towards me was causing small shivers down my spine. I play it as cool as I can and nod before he continues, now facing my whole band.

“We’re really excited to play with you guys. We’ve actually listened to Praising Deities for a while, even before Thomas and Jolly met. So I was super excited to hear that our teams were able to come together and make this happen. And I truly hope that we all enjoy spending the next few months together and become good friends.” He finishes, giving us all a warm smile, his eyes trailing over all of us, but lingering on me the longest, making my heart race.  

Tommy, Tony, and Cam all thank him and continue on with compliments and getting to know the other band, Jolly and the Nicks responding back the same way. But that just left Noah and I alone in our own little worlds. We listened to the others chat about things, occasionally answering if someone asked us something, but we didn’t contribute much. I couldn’t get my mind away from the thought that I was barely a foot away from the man that has been infiltrating my thoughts daily for the past few years. 

At some point, I guess I had dazed off, thinking about anything and everything and just staring down at the ground while everyone chatted. It went on for a few minutes before I felt someone to my left nudge me. I blinked a few times before turning to them, only for my eyes to widen slightly, seeing that it was Noah and that he was closer than ever before. He leans down until his face is near my ear.

“You alright?” He mumbles into my ear, sending shivers down my spine, once again, at how deep his voice got when he was trying to keep quiet. I take a deep breath before giving a half-assed nod. He clears his throat, standing up straight, and then places a hand on my lower back, pushing me through the crowd of our bandmates. I really didn’t know how to react, so I just let him, until we were far enough from them that we could have our own conversation. When he stopped, I looked up at him, slightly confused. 

“I- uh I just figured you needed to get out of there. I was starting to get overwhelmed and saw you staring off in the distance, so I figured you needed a way out of there as well.” He answered my silent question, rubbing his tattooed hand on the back of his neck, almost looking shy. 

“Oh!” I let out a fake airy laugh. “ Yeah, I uh just have a lot on my mind… I was honestly waiting for our manager to come out and tell us to do our soundcheck, just something to get away from the questions. I..uh..it’s been a stressful day, so as much as I’d love to have a good chat with all of you, it’s probably going to have to wait until I’m more settled in with..all of this,” I finish, motioning to the tour busses and venue. He seems to be listening intently when I talk and gives me a small nod when I finished. 

“No, I get it. To be completely honest, I still get anxious on the first show of a tour..” he pauses for a moment, before looking like he had an idea. “Here. You go head inside, I’ll be right back.” He quickly moves towards his tour bus. I shoot him a confused look but realized he was already so far away, so I just do what he says and start walking back inside. On my walk in, I continue my deep thinking. How I’m actually really happy that I’m playing off my anxiety toward him super well, and was surprisingly able to have a conversation with him without freaking out. And I was especially thankful that he had more confidence than me, actually starting the conversation. Maybe I can survive this. Maybe I can get over all these weird feelings over the next few months. I mean, having a natural human conversation with him seems to be okay for me, so hopefully my brain will start seeing him as a normal everyday person…right?

Still deep in thought, I make it inside and head towards the backstage area. As I walk, my reflection catches my eye, and I turn and take a good look at myself in the full-length mirror they have in there. “I look sane enough” I quietly tell myself as I fix my outfit a little before letting out a deep breath, forcing the rest of the stress out of me. I’m glad I put extra thought into my outfit today. I know I’m gonna have days where I’ll jyst want to put something comfy on to perform, but with first impressions and it being the first day of the tour, I’m pretty proud of my appearance.

Since it was the first day, and I liked my look, I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture (or a few, trying to find the right pose) and then headed towards the couch. I open Instagram and click on the picture I like the most. One where my tattoos show and the lighting was good enough. Then I type, “Day 1 jitters slowly easing away. Can’t wait to see you all out there <3” in the caption, making a face at how that was somehow the best idea for a caption I could come up with, but not really caring and hitting post anyway, after tagging the band’s account. 

Almost instantly, I started getting likes and comments and was about to put my phone away until a few caught my eye. They all mentioned Noah. Some asking weird personal questions, some wanting to see how we were all getting along, and some even asking when a collab was happening, which made me chuckle. Then I saw a few with account names that had either ‘Bad Omens’ or ‘Noah’s’ in them and each had some snarky comment to make. One mentioning how I was probably sleeping around since I was going to be touring with 7 other boys, which I just rolled my eyes at. If it hasn’t happened yet, I doubt I was ever going to do anything like that. I don’t like mixing work and play, and I absolutely would never see any of my boys like that. The thought alone made me grimace. 

But then I thought about it more. I’m going to be spending the next four months with Bad Omens. I’m going to be spending the next four months with Noah. Singing my songs. The songs I wrote..about Noah. Fuck.  And Noah is currently on his way here by himself. We’re going to hang out by ourselves…Why did I let him tell me to wait in here? What happened when speaking to him that I just forgot about the debilitating obsession I got all those years back. Hell, what am I even doing here?

Almost as if on cue, the doors open and I hear a single pair of footsteps walk towards me. My knee began to bounce and I tried my best to hide my attention in my phone as he got closer.

“Hey,” he said softly, not needing to be any louder since it was just me in here. I looked up from my phone and saw that he brought a Nintendo Switch with him. I giggled as the sight brought me out of my mental battle. Such a large, tatted man, looking down at me with excitement as he held a colorful, handheld gaming device. He walked closer to me until he sat down about a foot from me and gave me a smile, which I mirrored back as authentically as I could. 

“Whenever my nerves are getting bad, I always force one of the boys to play with me until soundcheck. So I figured..” he trailed off as he motioned the switch towards me. I let out a small laugh before responding. 

“You know, that might actually help. Are you sure you don’t have anything you have to be doing? I don’t want to be using up your time-” 

“No! I mean… I have a lot of time. You guys still have, what? An hour? before soundcheck, and I can do everything I need during that time’ he rushed out, catching me a little off guard a little, causing me to giggle. 

“Okay. Okay. If you say so.” I laugh out as I reach my hand out. He gives me a smile and places the controller in my hand before setting the body of the switch on the table in front of us. We go back and forth deciding on what game to play and eventually just settle on Mario Kart. 

Tommy

The boys and I chatted for a good 20 minutes or so, or what I thought was only 20 minutes, before we realized that Y/N and Noah never came back. I noticed first, then slowly the rest of them did, a few of us sending each other confused glances before Tony mentioned needing to look for them, as we probably had to get ready soon. I agreed and we all started walking back.

We all headed towards the door to the back of the venue, Cam being the one to open it. As soon as we stepped inside, we all heard arguing, causing a few of us to share concerned looks before speed walking towards the voices, leading us to the room backstage. The second we got close enough, we saw Y/N leaning over Noah, trying to knock a tiny switch controller out of his hands, as he was yelling about how she was cheating. 

“WHY’D YOU PICK RAINBOW ROAD FOR YOUR TURN, JACKASS! YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW THE TRACK WELL! SO YOU’RE THE CHEATER!” Y/N yells, still occasionally elbowing Noah’s arm, but his tight grip on the controller and focus on the screen not faltering once. Noah’s laughing more and more every time she tries messing with him. 

“YOU’RE LITERALLY TOUCHING MY CONTROLLER! THAT’S AGAINST THE RULES!” Noah yells back as he starts shouldering her back into her spot. The boys and I just watch in awe as these two argue over a racing game, which I do fully understand, especially since I have played against Y/N before and boy, does she get competitive. I see Y/N catch us in the corner of her eye and she smirks. 

“Noah, the boys are here for you,” she tells him, and the second he glances up at us, she instantly smacks the controller out of his hands, it landing on the thankfully carpeted floor, and she lets out an almost evil cackle. Noah shouts as he loses the controller and immediately reaches for it as fast as he can. He sits back up, fumbling with the controller to get a good hold of it, and goes back to playing, only to let out a ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ which causes her to laugh even harder. 

“I WAS IN SECOND PLACE AND NOW I’M IN TENTH,” Noah shouts towards her before turning towards us. “She is vicious!” he warns us, causing all of us, but mainly Tony, Cam and I to just laugh because if anyone already knew that, it was us. Cam and Ruffilo walk closer to them, standing on each side of them, watching as they finish the race. I can tell by the teasing scowl on Ruffilo’s face and the excitement in Cam’s that Y/N was winning. After a few moments, with Noah and Y/N looking like they were both about to fall out of their seat, Y/N jumps up and Noah falls back as Cam and Y/N cheer and high-five each other. The boys and I all clap for her and she gives an over-the-top bowing performance, before turning to Noah, who’s throwing a fake pity party. This causes her to sit back down and try to ease her laughter. 

“Awe, I’m sorry, Noah,” she says with a fake pout. He lets out a huff in response, causing her to have to stifle a giggle. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the stage manager walking towards us, and I look over to Y/N. The movement catches her eye as well as she glances at us, getting the hint that we need to head for soundcheck. She stands and walks around Noah so he’s looking at her and leans down. 

“I’ll make this up to you next time,” she tells him with a smile as she turns and walks away, Cam following her. As I was about to turn to follow, I managed to catch Noah’s eyes trailing down Y/N’s body, eyeing up her tattoos, and then just her, as she walked away. I had to hold back a snicker as Tony and I walked away from the group and headed on stage.

Part Two

[ardentlydekkaone]

“just listen…” CEO!MINA X READER PT. 1 (INTERACTIVE)

mina is the ceo of the law firm you work at and she suddenly emails you, asking for a meeting…

It’s a Saturday night, and you are feeling wild.

Though you were first hired at Myoui Mina’s Cloud law firm (one of the “new big three” in the industry) after what seemed like a twist of fate, you’re beginning to feel like you really belong. Winning your most recent case as a reasonably experienced lawyer yesterday has lifted your ego tremendously.

Maybe that’s why you decided to throw a little party in honor of your own victory.

The club’s music is loud and piercing in your ears. You make your away across the dance floor to the bar, settling down in a seat next to a woman with cropped hair and sunglasses.

“Coke and rum, please,” you tell the bartender. The woman next to you glances up and cocks her head.

“Hey,” she says lowly, the slightest hint of interest in her voice. She props her sunglasses up on her head, swishing the drink in her hand.

“Hi,” you respond. Her eyes are strikingly beautiful.

Her lips slant in a smile. “I’m Nayeon.” Oh, she has nice lips, too.

The conversation continues, and later she pulls you in close while you dance together. Overall, it’s a pleasant night. You get home to your apartment in one piece, and fall asleep in your warm and lovely bed.

———

It’s a Sunday morning, and you wake up with a splitting headache.

You open your phone and see a notification from your email app. You open it, wiping away the bleariness from your eyes.

myouimina@cloudlawfirm:

Hi, Y/N.

I heard about your recent victory in a tough criminal negligence case. I think we should schedule a time for a meeting and get to know each other more.

(I had no idea you were such a partier.)

Sincerely,

Myoui Mina, Chief Executive Officer

Wait. What?

You nearly faint.

Mina is, like, the real deal. She’s the best of the best, and getting contacted by her directly practically makes your heart jump out of your throat.

And besides, how’d the CEO find out about your party? You did invite nearly half the company, but still…

To say you haven’t thought about Mina a lot would be a lie. You’ve seen her in person before, albeit from far away. That smile of hers is simultaneously confident and sweet. You wonder what would happen if you were alone together and she…

Okay. That’s enough for now. You need to figure out how the hell you’re supposed to proceed from here.

[uhhidkkenny]

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵？

𝔻𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕏 ℕ𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕪 𝕗 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

꧁𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘?

꧁𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚜, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝,𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚍) , 𝙿 𝚒𝚗 𝚅, 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔.

꧁𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸.𝟿𝚔

You had to basically pinch yourself to collect your thoughts. Escaping the tunnel vision you were having, you were met with the prettiest blue eyes you have ever seen. (not like you haven’t stared at them before) It was that gorgeous douchebag that everyone has a crush on. You had multiple classes with Gojo in highschool but you never expected to see him get into the same University as you. Turns out you guys share 2 classes this semester but you do your best to avoid him and his friends. He was only 2 feet away from you waiting for your answer but your forgot what he even asked. “I-I’m sorry what did you say?” with a shaky voice red cheeks you finally acknowledged the man in front of you.

“I’m behind on some stuff in chemistry and I was trying to see if you were free tonight?” He asks and you feel yourself practically drooling. “I see you studying all the time so I assume your smart.” He says with the biggest grin. If he wasn’t so attractive you would have not even acknowledged him. You are smart but he only thinks you’re smart because your reading in the library right now. He has never even noticed you before today so why should you even help.

“Uh sorry I’m a litt-“ “I’ll pay you.” He says before you can even finish your sentence. He sees your hesitation and proceeds to admit, “If I flunk chemistry I’ll be forced to drop out.” “I’m sorry, I’ve never really tutored before. I don’t know if-“ “I’ll give you $200 if you tutor me for the test coming up.” You hesitate again. “Please y/n.” You stand there in shock. Lips slightly parted. He actually knows your name? You’re absolutely in shock. You both stare at each other for a few moments before you finally give in. He smirks, “Great. Give me your phone.”

“I’m sorry?” You said with a look of confusion but already handing him your phone. He immediately gets to work, unlocking your phone “you should really get a password” he says thinking out loud as he continues. He then puts his info into your phone and stretches him arm super high up, strikes a pose and takes a picture. You are simply dumbfounded. This man is a fucking airhead. He hands your phone back. “I texted myself so I have your number! I’ll text you when to come over tonight.” He says walking off and out of the library. Your just left standing there flustered and speechless.

So here you are standing outside Gojos apartment at 8pm. He didn’t live on campus like everyone else cause he had money. It was only about a 5 minute walk. You texted him to let him know you’re here. To your surprise he’s waiting at the door for you. “Hello.” You say standing in front of the 6ft + man that towers over you. “Come on in! I got snacks.” He says practically shoving you inside. You can’t help but chuckle, he’s treating this like it a sleepover.

He leads you to his giant room of this bachelor pad that he calls an apartment and it’s actually really cozy. You set all your stuff down trying to avoid knocking over the snacks and sit in 1 of the 2 chairs that were already pulled out. You noticed how he went and put his phone by his nightstand and you were thankful that he was prepared to actually study. He takes a seat next to you, scoots a little too close, and you begin the study session.

About 30 minutes into the study session, you suggest he grabs his textbook so he can actually take notes. He’s been practically leaning on your shoulder while you read to him and explain everything about the test you guys will be taking next week. “I like it better this way though. Feels like your the teacher and I can actually pay attention. You know..” what started as his explanation turned into 2 hours and back and forth conversation of absolutely nothing. You’ve both been laughing and eating on the snacks he assorted. It feels more like a date then it did a tutoring session.

Your sitting in the desk chair, leaned back, with your sock covered feet propped up on his bed while he lays his long body across the end on the bed, propped up on his elbow. “Gojo this-“ “Satoru” he says sternly. “Satoru, we haven’t gotten anything done. I feel like a terrible tutor.” You admit, feeling guilty because he already sent you the money to tutor him before you showed up. He ignored what you said. “I like when you say my name.” You roll your eyes. He’s made stupid flirty comments through the night but from what you can tell it’s just his personality. You pull out your phone “I’m being serious. I’m gonna send back the mon-“ “No you’re not.” He says snatching your phone and putting it under his back.

You immediately shoot up to your feel standing at the end of his bed. “Give me my phone.” You whine. It’s like the past few hours you guys have become great friends. You would never act like this in front of someone you barely know, but it’s like you’ve known Satoru your whole life. He moves your phone to the back pocket of his jeans. He sits up to where his legs are hanging off the bed. One leg on each side of you so you’re standing between them. You cheeks automatically turn pink as he adjusts to where he’s leaned back. Supporting his upper body weight with his arms as he leans back.

“Beg for it.” He says with the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. You scoff trying to pay off the sudden pulse you feel between your legs. “Can I please have my phone?” You ask half ass not wanting to embarrass yourself. “You can do better than that nerd.” He teases as he starts swing his legs back and forth at the end of the bed. You stay still for a moment before trying to quickly reach for phone that was sticking out his back pocket. He easily grabs your wrist and stand up laughing. You let out a chuckle too but it quickly fades as he towers over you and you begin to step back.

“Aw that wasn’t very nice of you.” He says hand still on your wrist and you continue backing up but he follows your every step until your ass is pressed against his desk. “It’s not nice to take people things.” You say with a dramatic angry pout looking to the side. He releases your wrist only to grab your face to look at him. Your eyes widen as you see him looking you up and down. “I’m sorry. Why don’t I make it up to you.” He asks as he gets closer. Pressing his body into yours. Hand still on your face as he wraps his free arm around your waist.

“W-we should get back to studying Gojo.” He pulls your face even closer to his before he moves his face to the crook of your neck. Leaving open mouthed misses “My name is Satoru. I need you to remember that y/n.” His cold tone sends a shiver down your spine. You breathing becomes shaky as he slowly moves his mouth further up your neck to your jaw. “Sat~oruu what if you fail your test.” “I’ll get some nerd to give me the answers.” He says bluntly before pressing his lips to yours softly.

You feel like a statue. You’ve had sex before, you’ve had casual hookups,but it’s been awhile and you never thought Gojo Satoru would make a move on you. He starts to pull away and that’s when you come to your senses and push your mouth against his desperately. The kiss is slow but passionate, as he bites at your bottom lip, you gasp giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. Your hands begin to roam his body as his find their way to your back and ass. He is savoring the taste of your tongue on his. Swirling his tongue with yours, flattening his tongue to rub it along yours, even so much as sucking your tongue.

He pulls away to catch his breath, he looks absolutely stunning. His eyes are hooded, lips plump, and face is slightly wet. He looks just as turned on as you. There’s a string of saliva connecting to both of you. He grabs right underneath your plump ass to sit you on his desk completely. “Open” is all he says before you open your mouth with your tongue lolled out. He takes his long slender fingers and slides them right in slowly but he pushes them as far as he can before you let out a light gag. He shifts his body to stand between your legs as he pumps his fingers in and out of your open mouth.

“I bet you’d look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” You close your mouth around his fingers to let out a moan and begin to suck. He pulls his now shiny slick fingers out of your mouth and moves them to between your legs. Thank god you wore a skirt, now he has easy access.moving your panties to the side he runs his fingers against your slit as you wince from the sensitivity. “You’re already so wet for me. If I would have known you were a nerdy little slut I would have done this ages ago.” He says slipping a finger into your sopping wet hole and you let out a hushed moan. His free hand came up to your shirt, lifting it up over your tits, and begins to suck at your nipples.

Your can’t help the small moans escaping as he adds anything finger. “Look at you. You’re leaking all over my desk. Does it feel that good? No one’s ever touched you like this have they nerd?” Your cheeks are red. You can’t even muster up a response to the pure filth leaving his lips that are only adding to the pressure building in your core. Suddenly he’s pulling out his fingers and getting on his knees. He’s grabbing your ankles and placing the heels of your feet on the desk. Spreading your legs, leaving your pussy on full display.

“Such a pretty pussy, all spread open for me. You gonna cum all over my face for me?” He says teasingly while he rubs at your clit with his thumb. You nod your head as you look down to try and meet his gaze. His eyes are locked on your pussy like he’s looking at the Mona Lisa. “Please Satoru” you whine with impatience as he continues to rub slow circles on your clit. He stops his motion to place both of his hands on your inner thighs, spreading your legs even farther while leaning in to leave sloppy kisses on your pussy.

All the air in your lungs leave as soon as he looks up at you and he focuses his attention on your clit, flicking his tongue and sucking. “Ah~ Fuck Satoru just like that.” Your moans have gotten harder to hold back. You pull one of your hand to cover your mouth while using the other arm to support your weight. He slaps your thigh and you yelp. “Let me hear you. Wanna know how good I’m making this pussy feel. Tastes so good f’me baby” he says while going back to leaving the sloppiest open mouth knees on your clit. He’s basically making out with your pussy but his tongue is rubbing you in all the right places.

You’re so close to cumming. You’ve removed the hand that was covering your mouth to the back of his head to grind yourself on his tongue. You feel he let out a laugh against your clit. Your thighs begin to shake as you throw your head back and let out a guttural moan once the heat in your stomach finally over flows. Panting as you’re riding through your orgasm, he slows his pace and pulls away to look at you. “Good girl”

He stands up from between your thighs and you pull him in for another sloppy kiss as slips his cock out from his sweatpants and smacks it against your clit. You wince from the sensitivity but pull awash to look down and you notice his length. It’s got the prettiest bubblegum pink tip but your vid’s my nervous. “You afraid to take some dick nerd? I know it’ll fit.” He says teasing.

You take the opportunity to kick him in his chest lightly to back him up to the end of the bed. Once you get up you leave your tight shirt on, but pulled over your titties, and your skirt , but remove your panties. You push Satoru to fall on backwards in the bed. The teasing was too much. Plus you knew you had good pussy so why not show out a little bit. You slowly crawl on top of him until your wet push lips are grinding on his hard cock under you. His hands are on your waist guiding your hips until you slowly lift your hips off of his to line him up with your wet entrance and drop on his length all at once. The sting wasn’t unbearable but it made you take your time at first.

After you feel yourself adjusted somewhat to his length you start to grind yourself on him. His little whines of anticipation and his cute pout as he pants looking up at you. “Aww you look so pretty like this. Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll ride you.” He huffs. “P-please ride me. You’re so fuck-ing tight baby.” You lift your hips up slowly and drop them down just a little faster. Simultaneous moans fall from both of your lips as you set a pace. Satoru’s eyes were fixated on your titties bouncing so you decided to give him a better view. You take your hand off his chest and start to rub at your nipples. He lets out the sluttiest groan, clearly happy with the improved view, and moves his hands to your waist. He plants his feet on the bed and starts to thrust upward into you matching your pace. “S-Satoru feels so good.” “I know it Ah~ does nerd. Your creaming all around my Fuck~ my cock.” He says as he pounds into you. You eventually slump forward from the harsh thrusts. He takes this as his sign to flip you over, fold you in half, and fuck you like he hates you.

“Greedy little pussy s’just sucking me right in huh? You like it? You like seducing your students, nerd?” Your pussy was clenching around his cock and you knew you were close again. “Fuuuuck I’m gonna cum S’toru” “Go on and cum. You’re gonna clean me up after anyways you little slut.” And that was the final straw. “Fuckfuckfuck Satoru yes” You let out a loud moan as you convulsed on his cock. He kept pounding into you while you rode through your high once more.

Suddenly he’s got a handful of your hair pulling you to get on your hands and knees. Facing the end of the bed. Pulling you in front of his giant, glistening, angry pinked tip cock. “Clean your mess.” He says looking down at you with a giant smirk. You immediately get to work. Licking all over his pelvis area, the tops of his thighs, even some parts of his v line before getting to his cock.

Leaving open mouthed kisses all over his cock while he was so close was a dangerous game. He tightened the grip he had on the back of your hair. “Open your mouth.” He demanded again and you obliged again. Only for him to shove his cock all the way down your throat. He set a steady and rough pace as he fucked your throat. Throwing his head back while he let out the prettiest grunts. Your gagging and tears were only fueling him further as you look up at him. “Gonna cum down your throat ok? Gotta swallow it all like a good girl.” He said and you hum in agreement around his back as his pace turns brutal. He’s using your throat like a flesh light. A few more thrusts and he releases his hot cum into your mouth and thrusts it down your throat.

After swallowing it all you look up at Satoru who is leaning down to give you a kiss. It’s full of passion. Both letting out moans into the kiss he bring your body up to your knees so he can lay you down on the bed. Once you’re laid back on his pillows, he collapses directly on top of you with a dramatic groan. You laugh unsure of what to say. You take your hand and start running your fingers through his white locks. He wraps his arms around your waist as he keeps his head on your lower stomach.

“Hey are you free tomorrow? I got a math test coming up and I don’t wanna fail.”

You can feel his grin against your tummy as you roll your eyes, even though you probably won’t be leaving this bed until the morning.

A/N: hopefully y’all like this since y’all asked for it💕

Taglist: @ahseyy

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Pairing: Hajime Umimeya x Chubby Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff (for the time being), MDNI (I will block you)

Synopsis: It's cold and rainy. The Bofurin boys stop by for some good soup!

Tags: @pixelcafe-network, @jellyfishsart, @hayatoseyepatch, @awkwardchick87, @missvulpix212, @cottonlemonade

Note: Thank you Ele and Sam, my amazing beta readers.

Chapter 2: Pastina Soup

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

Chapter 1

It was rainy today. Not much foot traffic could be seen from the restaurant’s window. You figured this was natural because along with this rain, it’s freezing. You hate rainy days; you hate the water, but mostly because there’s a loneliness that comes with it. You moved away from home to find adventure, but you’re yet to feel that moment where you feel like you are a part of something or someone.  

The window finally got fixed before the opening day. You felt blessed to be in a community like the one in Makochi. Everyone was helpful and warm. The cost of the repairs also didn’t break the bank, so you felt lucky as far as chaos went. Your restaurant opened this week, and you’re delighted to have regulars. Your staples are lasagna, spaghetti and meatballs, and tiramisu to name a few. You wanted to try having a weekly menu to experiment more The dishes were praised not only for their taste but for the sense of comfort that they bring. Tachibana came by to try your dishes and in return, she invited you to have lunch with her during the day. The boys were right, her omelette rice is to die for.

Speaking of the boys, you haven’t seen them as of late. You worry and think if there was something that you could have done to push them away. You shake your head and quell your worries with the likely outcome that they were dealing with other pressing business.

As you’re observing from the warmth of your restaurant you notice those specific jackets that you became familiar with. You notice Sakura at the front, with a glare on his face. From that instant, you run outside, without a jacket. Sakura fails to notice you, but then you see two other individuals trailing behind him. 

“Hey! Sakura!”, you call out “Sakura! Can you hear me?!” 

Sakura turns around to look at you and he instantly is startled that you would even call out to him. His two companions turn around and are as polite as ever. You notice that one of the boys has a blondish tinge to their hair, but he has a warm smile that you can’t be able to forget. The other has an eyepatch, but his manners don’t escape him.

“Hello there! I’m Suo! You must be the so-and-so we heard so much about last week.” He proceeds to continue smiling at you.

“Oh yeah! Your friend was such a big help to me last week. He came to my aid when I needed him. I am still grateful to him.” you tell him with a sense of pride

“I’m glad to hear that.” Suo proceeds to look in the direction of the blonde. 

“Oh…right! I’m Nirei, it’s very nice to meet you!”  he says with a bubbly demeanour.

The rain is starting to pick up and you’re beginning to feel cold. You’re elated to see the familiar faces, but you are yet to see the one who caught your attention last week; Hajime Umemiya. Suddenly you start to see a crowd of them walking right behind them. You notice that some of them are bruised and bandaged up. Right there in the crowd, you see him. Your heart begins to race just a little. You see the warm smile and he’s laughing amongst what you assume are his friends. 

“Hey, listen! I know it’s cold out and it’s raining, would you want to come inside and I could fix you something to eat!” you say as loud as you can so everyone can hear you.

“There wasn’t any need to shout,” Sakura grumbles as he makes his way inside the restaurant. 

“Thank you kindly.” follows Suo. Nirei smiles and nods politely. When they follow, the entire crew decides to come by, including him.

“Hey! Thank you so much for inviting us. Listen, I thought it would be a great idea to bring these to you!” Umemiya hands you some zucchini and eggplant. It almost feels like a bouquet in the way that you’re holding them. “I grew them myself and thought you might want to make something with them,” he says excitedly to you. 

Your body begins to surge with warmth, but you realize that you’re still outside. You slightly shiver and Umemiya observes this. “Let’s get you inside! Don’t want you to catch a cold!”, He says in his chipper demeanor. He wraps his arm around your shoulder as he opens the door to lead you inside. It’s refreshing to experience this kind of personality. One that is outgoing, chipper, and makes you feel like there’s an exciting surprise around the corner. He lets go of you, but you feel like his touch lingers.

As you’re inside and feel the warmth in your body, you observe the large number of men who are drenched from being outside in the rain. Concerned that they can catch a cold, you quickly decide to prepare pastina soup. You have some broth in storage; it’s time to get to work! As far as your beautiful bouquet of vegetables, you quickly try to think of what you can make. A-ha! You figure out you can fry these zucchini, and make a quick eggplant parmigiana. Of course, let’s also make some spaghetti. Being able to think on your toes allows you to become efficient in a kitchen. You hear the chatter and laughter from the inside of the kitchen. You hear the kitchen door open. “You can’t be back here right now, it’ll be another while before everything is ready”, as you’re chopping up the vegetables and setting the cooking oil to an optimum temperature on the stove. 

“I'm here to help.” the familiar voice says softly. 

“Oh, Umemiya, it’s you.” giving him a small smile. “Oh I couldn’t let you help me, you’re my guest.” 

His smile remains consistent. “I insist”, as you see him grabbing a spare apron that you have in the kitchen. “How can I help?”

You know you are smitten by the way that he is proactive. A man wanting to be proactive in your kitchen is the sure way to anyone’s heart. “If you’d like to help, start by turning on the oven that’s over there. You will want it at about 400° F. Next, you can take over chopping, while I check on the oil. We will be frying up this lovely zucchini. I’ll deal with the eggplant on my own.” 

“Yes, ma’am!” Umemiya salutes you. Having the majority of the zucchini chopped, you begin to fry the vegetable, making sure that it won’t burn. Some of the oil jumps and it grazes your hand, but you walk it off as there is too much to do.

“You okay?!” Umemiya asks. 

“Of course, this is nothing.” He is amazed and shocked at how you tolerate pain. You’re running back and forth between chopping and patting down the eggplant. “You have nothing to worry about! This is normal and it just tells me to lower the heat.” you smile at him as a way to confirm that he has nothing to worry about. He takes this as a sign to stop pressing the matter. He would do the same if he were in your position. 

“So what were you and your comrades doing out there?” you ask him as you’re laying the eggplant in a baking dish.

“Ah, that. We were dealing with a certain group and we just needed to have a conversation with them. I feel it was very productive, and there’s no more to that now!” Umemiya tells you with that smile that could melt millions of hearts. 

“Is that everything that happened?” you ask him in a playful tone. You walk just past him to try to reach for some necessary spices. However, you realize that they’re way too high up for your reach. “Why did I place this so high up? What was I thinking”, you said to yourself. “Need any help with that?” he asks as he is standing behind you. 

“Yes, do you mind reaching for that? Sorry, just vertically challenged.”, you point to what you need. He stands next to you. You realize that he’s standing very close to you; you can smell his musk. It has a tinge of sweetness with herbs; it’s inviting to you. The cheeks on your face begin to turn red. He grabs the spices with ease and turns to see you. “Is this everything that you need?”, with such a reassuring smile. “Yeah…thanks”, you say quietly. 

Using the spices, you add them to your broth. At this point, you know you wouldn’t mind having a bowl of this soup. The smell begins to linger in the air and it starts to travel outside of the kitchen door.

“Mmm, what’s that smell?!”, someone can be heard from outside. 

“It’s almost ready!”, you say as loudly as you can to be heard. You take note of what’s already ready to be served. Course 1: soup and fried zucchini. As you are plating everything to your liking, Umemiya grabs a tray and places the bowls of soup to be served. “Oh wait! You don’t have to do that! I can do it!” you shout at him as he’s walking away. “Nonsense, I said I would help!” he retorts back as he’s already out the door. 

“Okay! Okay! I got soup ready to go. Take your time!” Umemiya can be heard saying joyously to his comrades. 

Nirei is the first to take a sip of the soup. “Oh my goodness! This is the best soup I’ve ever had!” Within seconds, he takes out his notebook and pen to write down what notes he can taste. Suo who is sitting next to him, slowly takes his sips and quietly nods his head to agree with Nirei. Sakura proceeds to follow their lead. His eyes open wide, but refuses to comment on the taste. His comrades take note of his face turning bright red.

“Is something bothering you?” asks Nirei.

“NO! What are you talking about?!” Sakura retorts back as he takes another sip of the soup.  

You step out of the kitchen to check in on how everyone is enjoying their soup. You take notice that Umemiya has not yet had his portion. He’s still standing with his hands behind his back as if he’s waiting for the next command. 

“Would you like to take a seat and have some food?” you ask him.

“No, I’d rather help. I’m kind of looking forward to having my meal with someone.” He’s looking at you with those soft, grey eyes and a gentle smile. This time, you’re feeling something in your stomach flutter. You realize that he’s talking about you. 

“If you insist, Ume” you turn around and head back to the kitchen. 

The main course will include small plates of spaghetti and your eggplant parmigiana. You feel like you outdid yourself preparing the eggplant as you take a small bite to see if it’s missing anything. Umemiya comes to meet you in the kitchen to help with the plating process. “Would you like to taste the eggplant you gifted me?” you ask him.

“Did you like it?!” he asks you excitedly.

“Just try it.” You’re giggling a bit as you prepare a clean spoon for tasting.

“I knew this would come in handy for you!” He grins excitedly.

“Thanks again. It was really sweet for you to bring me some vegetables,” you respond to him. 

“I finally found someone who I think will appreciate the vegetables that I care so much for in my garden,” he responds to you. 

“I’d love to be able to see it sometime..,” you tell him with a shy smile.

“Just let me know when and we’ll make it happen.” he grins to you.

You watch him taste your parmigiana and the grin and the way his eyes glow confirm that you achieved your desired outcome. As you finish plating everything, Umemiya is quick to deliver this to your guests. 

You step out to see the constant glow on your guest's faces. You notice that Nirei is once again writing in his notebook. You step right behind him to take a glance at what he’s writing down. He notices the shadow cast behind him. “Whatcha writing down?” you ask. 

“Oh! Um, um, it’s nothing! Really!” Nirei is panicking. 

“No no, I just want to know!” you smile at him reassuringly. As Nireihands you the notebook at where he’s been writing. You notice that he’s been trying to find the notes in your soup and is trying to write down the possible ingredients in your pasta sauce. 

“If you wanted to know what I put in my dishes, you just need to ask!” you tell him. 

“Really?! Are your recipes not a secret?” he asks earnestly.

“Absolutely not! I just prepare everything as I’ve learned it as I travelled around. Of course, I modify things to my liking.” Everyone suddenly starts looking in your direction as you're excitedly talking about the places you’ve been. As you notice the gazes, you stop. You look around and see that Umemiya is looking towards you with that smile. You turn bright red and walk away back into the kitchen. He follows right behind you.  

To distract yourself, you start to prepare your serving of food. Your stomach is grumbling; you can’t remember the last time you ate. Your hands are shaking as you try to grab the ladle for the soup. “Here, let me help with that.” Umemiya grabs the ladle from you. “I look forward to hearing all about your adventures and why you ended up here.”

“I’d love to tell you about everything,” you say quietly.

“Wonderful! I look forward to it!” that reassuring grin appears. 

You realize that there’s a lot of food that you need to be able to eat. You don’t know if you’ll be able to finish it all.

“Don’t worry, whatever you don’t finish, I’ll make sure to help you. Your wonderful food shouldn’t go to waste!” he tells you. You observe Umemiya stepping out of the kitchen with your meals. You check to see that everything is off. He places your servings near the table closest to the window, away from everyone else. You sit right across from him. You're both smiling at each other as you place a napkin on your lap. 

“So tell me where you came from before Makochi?”

He looks at you intently, curious why someone as adorable as you would move here. He takes a sip of the soup; just as he thought: heart-warming and comforting, just like you.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

I was wondering how you think Abbacchio would react to a darling that’s in college and suffers from on and off depression? I love your work so much and this is my first request ever (crazy since I’ve been following you since 2020 or 2021 ((i can’t remember but you’re why I joined tumblr 😭))

I’m flattered you signed up to this cursed site to read my stuff. But it’s okay, we’re all mad here right? I even have crazy right in my username.

I rambled on this piece, just trying to think on him so uh don’t mind me.

Yandere! Leone Abbacchio w/ a darling who has on/off depression He’s always there for you, whether you know it or not. He’ll sigh in resignation as he pulls out a key and unlocks the door to your apartment. The slightly stale air tingles his nostrils immediately, it’s not like he could really berate you for anything you haven’t done. As the former cop has been in a sorrier state himself, something he won’t hesitate to admit. Abbacchio proceeds to close the door behind him and reaches over to crack a window some.

His eyes scan across the living room and kitchen, there were a few things scattered about disorganized. The sink had some dishes in them, yet to be washed with the pile steadily growing. He’d take care of those later, maybe even try to help you do it. Right now, however his selfish thoughts of seeing you overrode the thought of tidying up the place.

It wasn’t hard to hear footsteps outside of your room, that he knew well from the countless times he’s walked in here. He taught you to at least recognize his and Bucciarati’s footsteps, the others never really came to your place unexpectedly so there was no real need to mention theirs. Which is odd to put it lightly, but the twenty one year old couldn’t help but obsess over it. His stand wasn’t necessarily combat oriented, and of course he still had his training from his cop days instilled in his brain. It was just for safety, that was what he told himself with these precautions. The long haired male knew deep down it was sort of wrong but he kept with it anyway.

Your door wasn’t even fully shut when he approached it. It only took a small push for the door to swing wide open. Then there you were sleeping on your bed, hair disheveled and you were still in your pajamas. What time was it now? Thirteen, no wait fourteen hundred… he inwardly cursed himself for glossing over the time. Either way it was rather late for waking up. Yet you were rather mesmerizing sleeping the way you were. He could just sit there on your bed and watch you lay there for eternity.

It took all his mental strength to not silently just stand there like a creep and say your name. It was a gentle and low grumble, but it was loud enough to stir you a little bit. He waits a minute before saying your name again, the white haired male wasn’t that brazen yet. Sure he could stalk you or play you back on Moody Blues without hesitation. Yet there was something gnawing at him to not touch you being unaware right now. Like that was a good place to supposedly draw the line at. He knows he’ll cross it eventually with how much his mind goes to you.

“A…A…Abba…cchio?” You mumbled incoherently, but Abbacchio’s heart stammered immediately knowing those syllables you slogged over were that of his name.

“I just came to check in on you” He told you, although totally unannounced you took his word for it.

He already knew the issues of depression you had, and the mountain of stress that your college classes were causing. He knew the smallest of details that you never told him. From listening outside your open window or using Moody Blues while you were gone. Your eyes looked exhausted from your mental strife, it made him melt inwardly. He was filth, but he reassured himself to keep you clean even if you didn’t know it.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked as you clumsily sat yourself up.

“I don’t know…” You answered honestly “but I want to try”

He nodded solemnly asking what he could do for you, every little question thumped in his chest. The support you needed and a shadow that watched your every move. From home to classes, to shopping, or even sitting at home. Maybe you knew and despised him, he could be thrown out at anytime, disposed of like garbage. He disregarded that in his current situation, being near something he always wanted. He wasn’t ready to let you go, he’d never willingly do so but he’d help somehow even if it indulged his selfishness.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Word Count : 3.0k TW : arguing ; pushing ; one (1) slap ; unprotected sex (Y'all please don't do this) ; manipulation ; yandere themes ; 18+ A/N : yay!! Thank you for another yandere!Lee Know ask!!! I love writing them!! They're so fun!! And thank you for being amazing! @whatudowhennooneseesyou Request : What if Lee know and y/n have a fight (because it's yandere, idk maybe she wants to visits her parents or something) and then they proceed to have make-up in the shower? Pairing : yandere!Lee Know x F!Reader

You were done up, not entirely, not really at all, but you weren’t wearing your usual pajamas and your hair was actually brushed instead of being thrown up into the usual bun that you had it in. That was the sign, the only sign to Lee Know that you were up to something, and he didn’t even need to question what it might be considering you knew he thought you were beautiful no matter what you wore or how you did your hair… And there was only one reason why you would actually try. 

“Where are you going?” His voice made you jump, not because you didn’t expect him to say anything, but because you didn’t expect him to actually be there. He had told you he would be at work, and you even watched him leave the house earlier that morning. The only thing you could think of is that he had come home at some point after seeing you get half ass ready in the cameras, and your earphones were so loud that you didn’t even hear him come in. 

“Where are you going?” His voice made you jump, not because you didn’t expect him to say anything, but because you didn’t expect him to actually be there. He had told you he would be at work, and you even watched him leave the house earlier that morning. The only thing you could think of is that he had come home at some point after seeing you get half ass ready in the cameras, and your earphones were so loud that you didn’t even hear him come in. 

“Where are you going?” His voice made you jump, not because you didn’t expect him to say anything, but because you didn’t expect him to actually be there. He had told you he would be at work, and you even watched him leave the house earlier that morning. The only thing you could think of is that he had come home at some point after seeing you get half ass ready in the cameras, and your earphones were so loud that you didn’t even hear him come in. 

Slowly turning in the direction of the kitchen where he was standing, you could see the look of agitation on his face, but there was a guard there, as if he was waiting for you to say something smart, to say something that wouldn’t get you into trouble, but you weren’t so quick on your feet, not under his scrutinizing glare and you blurted out the truth, albeit, with a little bit of stammering. “Uh… I… I just wanted to… My mom… My family… I haven’t seen them and…” You froze when his eyes turned ice cold, his nostrils flaring as he set down the cup that he had been holding. 

“You. Were going to leave me?!” He seethed, his steps cold and calculated as he moved closer to you, and you were still frozen in your spot, unable to move, unable to even look away from him. “What did I tell you about leaving?! Why do you always want to leave?!” He shouted, his hands gripping tightly onto your shoulders, keeping you in place just in case you were to try to get away, not that you’d ever try something so foolish when he was literally right in front of you. “I do everything for you, everything! You’re ungrateful! You’re so selfish!” He seethed as his fingers dug deeper into your shoulder blades, causing you to wince from the pain. 

Even though it hurt, you tried to think through the pain that you knew he was unintentionally causing you, trying to form a basic sentence in your mind that would hopefully calm him down. “I-I know! I’m… I just wanted to see her! Don’t you think she misses me…? M-My mom… She loved you… Y-You can even come with me!” It felt like you were bargaining, trying to get him to agree to letting you go, but your form of bribery only seemed to irritate him more, his nostrils flaring as he pushed you back, his hands immediately falling to his sides and balling into fists as you stumbled to the floor. “What the hell, Minho!?” 

He had never gotten like this before, sure, he had yelled at you, and he had taken some extreme measures to keep you with him, but he had never been violent like this, he had never literally pushed you. “You only think about yourself…” He mumbled, his voice low but his eyes never landing on you as they wandered around the room. “I love you… I love you and what do I get in return? You just… You throw it all away! You throw it in the garbage for everyone else! What about me?! Don’t you ever think about me!?” He seethed, and you pathetically slid back across the floor, trying to take the moment to create some sort of distance between the two of you. “I could buy you the fucking world and everyone in it and you’d still want to leave… You always want to fucking leave!” 

His eyes landed on you again once your back was against the wall, your nose twitching with sniffles and your sight becoming blurred with tears. “I just wanted to see her! I would come back! Why are you being like this?!” You shouted back, a short burst of courage having you raise your voice until you saw his body stiffen, his jaw set and his anger evident from your rare display of disobedience and, in his eyes, disrespect. 

In the blink of an eye he was standing in front of you, his fist connecting with the wall, a flurry of drywall particles and chipped paint falling down around you, dusting the top of your head and causing you to cough as you accidentally breathed it in. “Why am I being like this?! Are you fucking joking!? That takes a lot of fucking nerve, Y/N! You don’t have to work, you don’t have to do anything, I give you everything you want and I ask for one thing. One fucking thing, and you can’t even do that!” 

It was like you were caged against the wall with him standing in front of you, but it got even worse when he lowered himself to your level, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him, his nails creating crescent divots in your skin where they dug in too deeply. “I can’t work. I can’t do anything because of you.” You hissed through clenched teeth, trying to move away from him, but his grip only tightened. “Everything that you get me… I never ask for them… You only get them because you think it’ll make me love you. The only thing I want is to be able to see my family, and that’s the one thing you never let me do.” 

His breaths fell hot and heavy against your face, condensating your skin, but you couldn’t look away, he wouldn’t let you, you didn’t have a choice, because just like everything else with him, there was only one option and it was what he wanted. “You’re so manipulative.” He spat, pulling your face closer to his until your noses were almost touching. “I know why you want to go to your mothers… You’ll go there and you’ll play the victim, say that I’m keeping you prisoner when all I want to do is protect you, all I want to do is keep you with me. She’ll keep you away though, she’ll steal you from me…” His hands began to shake and you knew he was beyond angry, beyond irritated, he was absolutely irate. 

“No… Minho, I told you I’d-” Was it your words or the sound of your voice alone that made him snap completely? You weren’t sure, but your sentence was cut off by the sudden sound of skin against skin resonating off the walls, and it was only when an unfamiliar sting spread through your cheek that you realized the sound was from him, from you, the sudden smack causing you to go silent yet jolting the tears from your lower lashes as they finally fell down your face. “You… I…” 

It had never happened before, and even he seemed shocked by what he had done, sobered from his anger as soon as his hand landed against your cheek, but he had no choice but to follow through before he fell back, his own eyes wide, in disbelief from his own actions. “Y/N… I’m sorry… I…” But you didn’t give him time to explain, time to apologize, you had taken the short amount of time that you felt you had to run into the bedroom, slamming the door and quickly going to the bathroom. 

The house was quiet, it was still, and you weren’t sure how long the silence lasted, barely able to focus on the ticking of the second hand of the clock in the bedroom that sounded so loud now. Your cries had subsided along with the fresh sting of the unexpected hit, and now the pain was dull, a minute ache that was only matched by the feeling in your chest whenever you played the moment over in your mind. 

Minho had never laid a hand on you before, not in any way that could be described as anything other than love. Maybe you had pushed him, maybe it was your fault. You knew how he was, you knew how he could get when he thought he was going to lose you, yet you still tried to leave, you still tried to get him to let you. It didn’t make it any less upsetting though. 

You had locked yourself in the bathroom, and he had yet to come to you. Was he upset with himself? It sure looked like he had been when you had left him in the living room. Maybe the initial shock had worn off for him too, maybe he was just contemplating what to do. What was he supposed to do though? You felt like even the sight of him would cause you to cry, and you just wanted to wash those thoughts away, wash away the memory of it, you just wanted to forget about it because you knew that in the end… You’d still be stuck here, you still wouldn’t be able to leave. 

With a quick turn of the handle, the sound of water rushing through the pipes hidden behind the patched up walls filled the once silent home before it came raining down out of the shower head. Steam quickly billowed through the air and filled the smaller room, fogging up the mirror and blocking out the image of you, with your puffy eyes and disheveled hair. It’s not like you wanted to see yourself that way anyway. 

Your clothes were stripped and pooled in the middle of the floor before stepping into the shower, standing under the pouring water, trying your best to find some sort of relaxation under the flow of it, the temperature high and burning against the sensitive skin of your shoulders that had been held too tight, surely bruised, but you didn’t really want to find out if you were right. 

The sound of the water drowned out the lock being undone on the doorknob, masking the sound of the door being opened and muting the sound of footsteps, bare feet padding against the tile floor until the curtain was pulled back and Minho climbed in behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt fingers, lighter than the drops of water, brushing up your spine and then across your shoulders. “I’m sorry… For what I did, for the way I acted.” He murmured, his body pressing against your back as his arms wrapped loosely around you. “That’s no way for me to treat you, love. I caused you pain, and fear, that is inexcusable, and I won’t try to excuse it. I was wrong, but I want you to know that I love you, I love you more than anything.” 

His touch was so gentle as his fingers glided along your skin, softly over your hips and then down between your legs, your lungs burning for oxygen from holding your breath for so long, but the sudden feeling of his index finger brushing along your clit had you gasping softly. “Wh-What are you doing…?” You whispered, but your body was so attuned to him, to his touch, that you found yourself leaning back against his chest, your legs almost instinctively spreading for him. You craved his touch, his love, at least when he showed it this way. 

“I want to make it up to you…” He cooed, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he started to rub slow circles against your sensitive bud. It felt like your entire body was on fire, or maybe it was just the heat of the shower, or was it because of what he was doing? Maybe it was a combination of the two, but your knees began to buckle, your quiet moans only muffled by the sound of the water pattering against the shower floor. “Let me do this for you, show you how much I love you? Hmm?” 

And how could you say no? He had hurt you, he had yelled at you, you were devastated, but you loved the way he felt, and maybe it was foolish, but when he loved you like this, it almost made it easier for you to forget about what he was really doing. “Mmn…” You whimpered, a sound of agreement followed by a quick nod of your head. 

He moved you from under the running water, carefully turning you around and bending you over, your hand firmly planted against the shower wall as he stood behind you, lining up the head of his cock with your entrance, your walls already tightening in anticipation, waiting to feel yourself stretched and filled by him. “You’re so pretty, so beautiful, my wonderful girl…” His words were hushed, spoken so quietly that you could barely make them out as he eased himself into your tight hole, shaky gasps leaving your parted lips as your fingers tried to find some form of grip against the slippery tile wall. “Shh…Shh… It’s okay, my love… I’ve got you, I’ll always have you… You don’t have to worry…” 

Usually his movements would be quick, his thrusts ruthless and harsh, his fingers would dig so roughly into your hips that you’d feel the pain from it for days afterwards. He’d be careless with the words that he throws around, trying to prove a point while also taking out his anger, but this time, this time he was so soft, so tender. His hips rolled forward, pushing himself deeper into you as he kissed away the droplets of water that clung to your skin. His hold on your own hips was light, just enough to keep you from slipping, but there wouldn’t be any pain afterwards. The only thing that you’d feel once he was done would be love, you were loved by him, as crazy as he was. Maybe his twisted form of love for you was the only thing he could truly feel. 

“M-Minho, please…” A plea as you pushed yourself back against him, your moan growing louder as you felt him hit deeper than he had been, your head going limp and falling forward and his fingers digging deeper into your hips as he tried to hold you still. “More…” You whimpered, wanting to feel him the way you were used to, wanting to be filled by him in every single way. 

A low chuckle sounded from his chest as his hand came down lightly against your ass before he leaned over and kissed your shoulder once more. “Just let me love you… this way…” His palms and fingers kneaded into the skin of your hips and then down to your ass once more, rocking his hips just a little faster though to try to appease you. “Such a good girl for me, love… Wanting to be filled by me… Love the way you sound when you beg for me.” 

Praise, intermingled with just a slight hint of humiliation, why did you love when he talked to you like this? Was there something wrong with you? “Fuck… feel so good… Minho…” You whined, squeezing tightly and pushing back against him, your breath shuddering and your thighs shaking as his cock brushed against that one spot that gave you the most amazing high, your eyes closing tightly and your nails digging into the tile wall. “Righ… Right there… Minho… Don’t stop.” 

Your words were like music to his ears, the way you moaned them out, breathy and laced with the ecstasy you felt as his tip continued to brush against that sweet spot, your vision growing hazy as the knot in your stomach tightened more and more. “Are you gonna cum, love? Hmm? Want me to keep going?” You could tell he was trying to sound cocky, but the tone of his voice wavered in pitch and volume, leaning over you as his own hands slapped against the wall above your own to hold himself up. 

“Y-Yes! Please… fuck!” You cried out, your hands sliding up to hold onto his, breaths coming out in sputters and tears building in the corner of your eyes. “Gonna… Gonna cu-“ You couldn’t even get the word out as that knot in your stomach came undone, your knees buckling as you cried out. 

A slew of curses left his lips as your walls sucked him in, coating the length of his cock in your arousal and your release, feeling him twitch as quiet grunts left him, his hips bucking forward at an unsteady rhythm. “Shit… so good… feel so good, love…” He praised as warm strings of cum shot out, painting your slick pink walls in a thick coating of white. “Love you, so much…” He professed, his forehead falling right in the middle of your shoulder blades. You could feel his chest rising and falling heavily against your lower back, his fingers loosening their hold on your hips. “We should go lay down… Get some rest.” 

The water had, at some point, gone cold, chasing away the steam that had once filled the room. This would be the end of the day, the two of you would lay down and the sun would set and you’d both fall asleep with no other word about what had happened earlier. It would be forgotten as easily as every other argument that was had about the same exact thing. There was no need to dwell on it any longer, it’s not like you’d ever get to leave, but, as strange as it seemed, you’d continue to push the issue if every argument ended like this. It made it worth it… and maybe, maybe at some point, you’d finally get what you really wanted. 

[galactic-magick]

The Only Way: Kang the Conqueror x Reader

Summary: Kang falls in love with you in every single universe, and you always get in the way. He decides to put an end to it.

Words: 800+

Warnings: some swears and sad ending

Author’s Notes: Another angsty Kang fic sorry not sorry! 😂 I promise I’m trying to write a happy one eventually lol

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Kang has always felt like home to you.

He took you in immediately when you found yourself in the Quantum Realm by accident, terrified out of your mind with no idea how you got there. It almost felt like you’ve known him all your life, yet another phenomenon you can’t explain.

Since that day, he’s shown you everything in this strange world, inviting you into his empire and having you rule by his side. There’s nothing he doesn’t share with you, and you can’t help but fall for the unconditional kindness and love he gives you. Soon enough you’re waking up to his soft smile, spending your days together in the city, and falling asleep with his strong arms around you. The world above slowly becomes forgotten, and Kang becomes your world instead.

That is, until you hear of five humans coming to the Quantum Realm, one being someone Kang especially despises.

He told you the story early on, and you know how badly he’s wanted to get his technology working again. This might be your chance to take your life together back to Earth.

But Kang doesn’t seem to have the same attitude as you about this. He wants to use the humans to get out, yes, but becomes distant to you as soon as he hears this news.

He’s never acted like this with you. He retreats inside himself, shutting you out while you assume he’s thinking about how to proceed. You’re not sure how to get through to him in this state--you know he can have a cold demeanor--but never around you.

“Kang, please,” you place your hand on top of his. “Please talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I need to be left alone,” he refuses to meet your gaze. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,”

“What are you talking about?”

He stands up, stepping towards the door, “The humans have what I need to get out of here,”

“I know!” you yell at him, exasperated. “Aren’t you happy about that? Don’t you want to get out of here together?”

“Y/N…” he finally looks at you in the eyes, and you swear you see tears in them, “You can’t come with me,”

“Are you serious?” your voice remains raised. “Why the fuck not?”

“You wouldn’t understand,”

“I think I understand you better than anyone else in this realm, honey,” you say the pet name without the usual sweetness. “Is there something about these people you haven’t told me?”

You try to go to him once more, but he pushes you away. You don’t try it again because you know he could push you way harder if he wanted to, and it might even hurt more than your heart right now.

“In every single universe and every single timeline…” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear. “I can’t stop myself from falling for you.”

His eyes turn to a glare, and you feel faint. Everything you thought you knew comes crashing down, down through your very soul.

“You...you’ve known me in other universes?”

“Of course I have,”

“But why does that change anything? Why can’t I come with you?”

“Fuck, Y/N!” he curses under his breath, anger filling his normally soft features, “Don’t you understand? I’ve had to kill you in every single universe I’ve conquered, because you always get in the way! I’ve tried. I’ve tried to love you and fix the multiverse at the same time, but it’s impossible. I can’t afford distractions from what I must do.”

You feel as if your life leaves you right then and there, barely even processing his words. For the first time since you’ve been with him, you feel fear. You’re afraid of what he might do to you, and how brutally he might do it. If he’s killed you multiple times before, it must not be difficult for him.

The blind love begins to fade away in a way you never thought it could. His strong build is no longer a comfort of protection, but an immediate threat. His eyes are no longer warm and inviting, but the empty eyes of a killer. You never thought you’d have to beg for your life from the man you loved so much.

“Kang...please,” is all you can manage to get out, your voice shaking uncontrollably.

He finally touches you again, hands caressing your face. You don’t flinch, even though you know you probably should. Despite the fear shaking every bone in your body, he’s still your everything.

“I will make it painless,” he kisses your forehead. “Don’t worry,”

You wrap your arms around him, cheek against his cool armor, “How many of me have you killed?”

“I’ve lost count…” he says solemnly. “But I assure you, I never enjoy it,”

“Why can’t we conquer the Earth together? Why do you have to do it alone?” you continue to plead, even though it’s no use anymore.

“I must,” he holds you tighter. “It’s the only way,”

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(Thank you for reading! Requests are currently closed, but my askbox is open for suggestions. I just can’t promise or guarantee I’ll write it because I’m very busy with college.)

[tokosparrow]

hello! i heard you were looking for inside job related requests. so may i request some general reagan x reader relation hcs? have a great day!

a/n: sure thing anon :D!! i hope you have a good day as well :))!

extra info: reader is gender neutral so anyone is safe to read this :DD. also whenever reagan is mention speaking she’ll be bolded with green (+ brett being orange and robotus being blue since they’re being mentioned)

> you and reagan most likely met while you both are working at cognito, from there, everything played out what you two would’ve never expected.

> reagan was a little cautious to let you get close to her, probably because she doesn’t really know who you are.

> like she did with brett, she’ll literally find out everything about you, soon she’ll find herself much more interested in you then she thought she would be.

> she will probably casually bring up some things from your life so you could talk about it in more detail and wow, she’s vv much invested in whatever you’re saying.

> “heyyyy (Y/N), have you ever tried joining *insert whatever activity* ?” “oh gosh, i haven’t done that since highschool *proceeds to talk about it for the next hour as reagan listens*”

> god, now this seems like some childhood crush, she hates it SO much, she’s in so much denial, she couldn’t and can’t like you, liking a coworker is not a good idea.

> whenever she brought this up to either brett or robotus, she’s met with the realization that maybe she DOES like you.

> but she won’t really admit it out-loud

> “god i don’t know guys, they seem to stick to me, i don’t know how but it makes me feel all mushy i don’t like it” “maybe it’s the L word if you’re catching my drift reagan ;D” “what you talking about brett?” “im assuming it’s about love reagan, (Y/N) has been the main person you’ve been talking to lately besides brett. i’ve watched on the cameras”

> she tries to hype herself up to try and confess to you, she’s nervous she’ll admit that, REALLY nervous.

> she pulls you to the side after finishing a meeting with the gang, she decides to get this over with, weither or not this goes great she just wants this to get this over with.

> she’s muttering and stuttering through the whole confession like a idiot, but soon she got side tracked when you cut her off with your own confession (thank god).

> “y’know (Y/N), uh, i really like, yo- uh i mean, i..like..yo-“ “i like you too reagan, like a lot, i think you’re really smart and i like that about you” “wow… heh, thanks?”

> regan would probably take you to museums for dates on the regular, theyre the sexiest places on earth cmon now, she loves them a lot, cmon.

> she also likes to ramble on a lot about either her inventions or like whatever stuff she’s interested in at the moment.

> she would love listening to you as well as she works since she would at least something to listen to while she does her work. she also just loves it when you talk but she doesn’t like admitting it

i hope this is good enough and pls tell me if this is what you meant dear anon, have a good day, noon, or night :DD

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 11

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: it's a new week

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Your phone buzzes against your leg, ripping you back to reality. Your eyes widen and drift away from the stream of font. You sit up and mark the page with your finger as you reach for the jittering cell. 

You scramble to grab onto it and hesitate to hit the big green button. The screen doesn't look like usual, not that you get many calls. You tap the button and the image changes at once, Bucky startling you as he appears. 

"Hey, doll," he grins and winks at you, moving the camera to lean against something. "How's it going?" 

"Uhhhh," you drone, surprised. He can see you too. You know by the little reflection of yourself in the corner. "Hi. Fine." You put the book down with no mind to losing the page, "um, you?" 

"You busy, doll?" 

"Reading but... no." 

"Mm," he hums, "glad to see you enjoying your treats but... no pajamas?" 

He steps back and you get a view of him from waist up, the edge of a counter in the lower edge. You pout then give a sheepish smile, "sorry, I haven't... had a chance." 

"That's okay, doll, I just wanted a peek before I went to work," he undoes his shirt button by button and pulls it off, revealing his muscular torso. You gulp at the lines of his muscle along his stomach, "why don't you put them on now and give me a look." 

"Oh, uh..." you glance at the wall. It's late. You're pretty sure Roxie already left for work and your mom will probably be settling down. "Right, uh..." 

"Just want something to think of when I walk the floor," he purrs. 

"Sure, er," you nearly choke, "I'll just-- one sec." 

"I can wait, doll. I've been waiting, haven't I?" He purrs. 

You feel a pang of guilt. You place the phone down so the lens faces the ceiling and climb off the bed. He's given you a lot, too much honestly, and now you feel like you owe him. It isn't fair to take his kindness without anything in return. And he isn't asking much, is he? 

You dig in the bag, the crinkle loud as the only other noise is the subtle movement from his end. You fish out the soft pajamas and peer over, making certain the phone is still flat. You change far away from it, paranoid. 

You look down at yourself in the tank and shorts. Oh gosh. It's a lot less than you usually wear. Your legs are showing, your shoulders, and a bit of your tummy. 

"Doll?" He says and you flinch. 

"I don't know... I don't think it fits." 

"I'm sure it fits just nice," he insists, "show me." 

"Oh, uh..." 

"I'm just looking, doll, I'll only think of what I really wanna do," he snickers. 

You cross back to the bed and pick up the phone, careful to stay out of view. You turn back and prop it up on the dresser, overly aware of the unflattering angle as you do. You give a wide-eyed look and back up so you're all in frame.  

You hug yourself shyly and sway. 

"Let me see ya," he orders. 

You put your arms straight and notice how he leans in to look at the screen, smoothing his hair back. He keeps his hands over his dark strands and growls. A flutter starts in your stomach. 

"What do you mean too small? That fits your perfect," he says. 

"I... really?" 

"Sure, doll," he turns and you realise he's getting ready.  

He combs his hair stands straight. He grabs a new shirt and buttons it as he peeks again. You near the camera and move it so he can only see your face.  

"Damn, doll, I'm gonna be all over the place," he says, "you're so sweet and sexy." 

"Bucky," you squeak.  

"I don't lie. That's the one thing you should know about me. I will always let you know exactly what I want." 

You blush hotly and a tap on the door nearly makes you drop the phone. You hide it behind you and shuffle closer. You clear your throat. 

"Uh, yeah?" You call through. 

"Hey, honey, everything okay in there?" She asks. Shoot, she must have heard you. 

"I'm watching something," your heart hammers, "sorry, I'll turn it down."

"It's alright, honey. Just thought I heard you..."

"No, just a show," you wisp out.

You quickly back away and go as far from the door as you can. You look down at the phone as Bucky tucks in his shirt. Ugh, that was embarrassing. He heard all that; surely he must realise how lame you are. 

"Mom sounds real sweet," he says, "must be where you get it." 

"She's working tomorrow. Don't wanna keep her up," you explain quietly. 

"That's too bad, doll. I'll just have to keep waiting... wanting," he shrugs and pulls on a dark jacket, "what do ya think? Look good?" 

He poses for the camera. He looks great, as always. You feel smaller than ever. 

"Yes," you answer softly. 

"Yes? That's it?" He sounds disappointed. 

"Very handsome," you eke out. 

"Handsome?" He squints as he picks up the phone. 

"Er," you search your repertoire and borrow from his, "sexy?" 

"Are you asking or telling me?" He chuckles. 

You giggle. You don't think you've ever told anyone they are sexy. You've never been that bold. 

"Yes." 

"Yes?" He laughs. 

"You're, er, oh, sexy," you touch your hot cheek and look away. 

"You are adorable, doll," he growls, "that's exactly what I need to hear." He grazes his fingertips over his beard, "unfortunately I gotta get on it so... tomorrow." 

"Tomorrow," you confirm. 

"Don't worry about a thing, doll, just bring your gorgeous self." 

🃏

The next day is restless. It's worse having hours to wait around for... what? You don't know. 

You spend your time reading, or trying to. Breakfast is small, what your roiling stomach can handle, and you put on an outfit that you think is acceptable, not that you have much to choose from. It might be strange if your mom or Roxie notice the lack of uniform. You could say you change at work? 

Ugh, lie after lie. It's all so much.  

You don't get very far in the book and your phone buzzes, a reminder from Bucky that your fate is coming. You grab your purse and sit out on the stoop, the sunlight beaming down. It would be a nice say if you were so damn uptight. 

Merv pulls up in the sleek luxury car and you get up, checking over your shoulder to see if there's any curious tug on the curtain. Your mom's already at work but Roxie is puttering around somewhere. She could be sleeping or not. 

Merv gets out to greet you. He opens the door and you thank him. He sits in the driver's seat and Springsteen drones from the radio. You smile as he shifts into gear. 

"I know this one," you say. 

"Of course, a classic," he praises. "And how are you today, miss?" 

"Good, you, sir?" 

He laughs as he steers, "very good, miss. And how could I not be." He peeks at you in the rear view, "with sunshine in my backseat." 

You smile bashfully and cross your legs. You can't help the shake in your foot. You're more and more nervous with each second and turn of the wheel. 

As if noticing your unease, he turns up the music, "I like this one too." 

You sigh and ease into the drumbeat. The tempo keeps your heartbeat in check. You're thankful for his subtle comfort. 

You turn to watch through the tinted windows. You never noticed how scenic this city is. You never went many places to have the chance. 

He keeps the volume up and you let it carry you through the long journey across the city. He pulls up to the casino and steers around to the hotel entrance. You peer through then back at him in confusion. He turns the knob down. 

"Mr. Barnes says to give your name at the desk," Merv instructs, "have a good day." 

"Thanks, you too," you unbuckle the seat belt and sidle across to the door. 

You get out with reticence. Staring up at the grand facade, you're more unsure than you've ever been. You've come this far, you have to keep going. You really have no choice as Merv slowly rolls away.  

You step forward. It doesn't get easier the further you get. Your pulse hammers behind your ear as you enter the lobby and a flash of deja vu overcomes you. That night with Roxie, the morning after, and everything since. How does it all feel as if it happened so fast and yet so long ago? 

You go to the desk, feeling entirely out of place. What if Merv is wrong and you shouldn't be there? What if they just look at you and laugh? No choice, keep going. 

You stop on the other side of the desk and give a stiff smile. 

"Hello, welcome, checking in?" The modelesque concierge asks. She's stunning and you're all the more self-aware. 

"Uh, I think? My name is..." 

She keeps her pristine smile in place and her eyes lights up. She doesn't even bother typing into her computer. She flits away and returns with one of little folders with the room keys inside. Oh, this is really happening. 

You thank her and slowly back away. You make a slow advance towards the elevator and wait beside a couple with their suitcases. You step on with them, avoiding a glimpse through the transparent walls.  

You unfold the folio and read the number, pushing the floor number, then stand back on your heels. You keep your eyes on the door, the motion alone making you dizzy. 

The couple gets off before you. When it's your floor, you thankfully scramble off and take a deep breath. You once more check the number and follow the hallways to your assigned suite. 

You swipe the card several times, you still don't have the hang of it. The door opens and you enter meekly. You focus on every move. Shut the door, slip the card back in the folder, put it down on the corner table. 

You look up at last and let yourself marvel at the suite as you delve further in. The smell of pollen greets you with a large bouquet of roses. The suite is huge, even bigger than last time. Two rooms just the same and a full kitchenette and spacious bathroom. You don't go onto the balcony, not wanting to test your stomach. 

You go back inside and glance over the table draped in a red tablecloth beneath the crystal vase of flowers. There's also a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries and various colours of macarons. You've never had the delicate cookies before but you'd watch countless recipe videos, wishing on day to try them yourself. 

There's an envelope too. You take it and run your nail along the sealed flap. You open it carefully and slip out the card within. 

'Enjoy yourself, doll. I'll join you shortly. B.' 

As if on cue, there's a knock on the door. Oh gosh, you're not ready. What does he mean? Join you? You hoped for a little long before... before... 

You stand frozen but when the door doesn't open itself, you go to answer it. You slowly twist the long handle and open it just a crack. You peer around the edge and blink in confusion. 

"Hello, dahling," the woman's affectation drags out her syllables, "well look at you, how precious." 

She presses on the door and you let her force her way in. You're dumbfounded. Who the heck is she? Another long-legged beauty you can't compare too. 

"Lovely hair," she remarks as she closes the door without a care, "oh, and your skin, yes, perfect canvas..." 

"Sorry, er, I think you have the wrong room--" 

"Mr. Barnes sent me, dahling," she trills in her way, "and I see you are very much in need of my visit so let's begin. Mm, yes, I have a vision," she struts forward, a rose gold chest in her hand, "not very much, you have a natural lustre I adore." 

You retreat as she advances on you. She lifts her chest onto the chaise and flips back the lid, revealing an assortment of precisely organized palettes and tubes. You're horrified and humiliated as you realise why she's there. Maybe you aren't as pretty as Bucky keeps telling you. 

[seasidesandstarscapes]

how beautiful it is that we exist

Summary: Don and Bobby spend some time together and try to study

Rating: G

Tags: Slice of Life, Established Relationship, First Kiss, Fluff, Libraries, Napping

Words: 709

A/N: came to me in a dream last night and i banged this out during work today lmaooooo

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It’s quiet save for Bobby’s soft snoring.

Glancing up from his papers, Don smiles at Bobby, who has a book open in his lap, his upper body draped over the arm of the couch they share. Despite the cloudy day, it’s bright in the library, their own little corner a welcome respite from the usual busy days of lectures and rowing.

Don is ever thankful that he gets to spend as much time with Bobby as he does. When he thinks about his parents, or even Joe and Joyce, he can only imagine what they’ve had to do to just get one minute alone. Most days, he and Bobby are left to their own devices, and it’s easy to pretend it’s only the two of them. 

Taking a pause from his studies, Don stares at Bobby’s sleeping form. This week has been particularly tough, what with class projects and midterm tests. The team still pulls through for practice, but Don is glad Bobby is resting now.

A stray bit of hair has fallen across Bobby’s forehead and Don aches to reach out, comb it back into place. With a quick glance around, he proceeds to cave into his desire, moving slow as to not wake Bobby. Once the hair is back in its place, Don can’t help himself and he traces his fingers down Bobby’s face.

How wonderful this all is, that the universe gave him Bobby. His eyes trail over Bobby’s figure and he laughs to himself as Bobby starts to drool. Grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket, Don wipes at Bobby’s face and his gaze happens to catch the time on the clock that sits in the corner.

“Shit,” Don mumbles before grabbing Bobby’s shoulder, shaking him gently. “Bobby, your lecture starts soon.”

Bobby is slow to wake, eyes fluttering as he takes in his surroundings. “Hm?” is all he can manage while he struggles to sit up.

“Isn’t it across campus?” Don checks, bracing his hands on Bobby’s arms to help him. 

He knows exactly where the class is, but more often than not, Bobby loves to cut things close.

Bobby yawns, shakes the sleep off, and runs a hand through his hair. “Think I can skip it?”

Don gives Bobby a serious look and it makes Bobby laugh a little. 

“Okay, okay, I’m going.”

Books are shoved away, his bag is slung over a shoulder and Bobby gets to his feet. “See you at practice,” he smiles.

With little preamble, Bobby leans down, gives Don’s lips a quick peck and sets off. Don can only stare wide-eyed at Bobby’s now frozen figure, his mind blank except for one glaring thought.

This is their first kiss. 

They haven’t meant to avoid it. In fact, Don hasn’t realized they’ve never gone beyond hand holding until this very minute. He’s so used to Bobby by now, his mere presence has always been more than enough.

Bobby is slow to turn, his face mirroring Don’s, or so he thinks. “I, uh,” Bobby starts, struggling to find his words. “Was that okay?”

It isn’t what Don is expecting, but it’s sweet nonetheless and he nods, chewing on his lip. Matching Don’s nodding head, Bobby’s hands twist his bag strap before he locks their gazes together.

“Tonight,” Bobby says with finality. “Can I do that properly tonight?”

Don’s heart jumps in his chest and he almost giggles. “Yeah.”

“Okay, yeah,” Bobby breathes a sigh of relief and smiles. “I’ll see you.”

With a little wave, Bobby finally heads off, leaving Don’s mind to catch up. His fingers trace his lips, the phantom kiss lingering and he’s sure he can still smell Bobby’s cologne. Don blushes as he scrambles to pack away his things, his palms clammy and his heartbeat loud in his ears. He thought he had been through it all with Bobby, but knowing what awaits him, what else they can explore with each other, it’s enough to make Don whoop and holler.

His smile never fades as he leaves the library, the butterflies in his stomach starting to tickle. Bobby’s touch stays with him, a promise years in the making, and Don is ready to meet Bobby wherever he goes, to endure everything that comes their way.

Tonight can’t come soon enough.

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Chapter 4/5: Love and Hate

Hanabi’s not an idiot, she can see what Konohamaru’s up to.

Trying to charm the pants off of her, metaphorically and literally.

So when they get to the hotel in the Waterfall village, she’s hardly surprised when he immediately took her to eat, indulged in all of her silly little whining about her father, spent his measly earnings on the best room in the whole place. He took her to the top floor and proceeded to do what he’s been doing best: showering her with love and affection with his words and his actions.

She was just glad he didn’t continue all that damn love talk. Again, he was smarter than she thought because if he had, she would have dropped him like the bad habit he was.

She’d been thinking about it. Every time it popped into her brain, she indulged in the thought of being in love. Even with someone like Konohamaru. Sometimes, she’d think of that snot-nosed preteen with a trail of blood coming down his headband and a wild grin on his face as blue chakra poured from his palms. She’d think back even further to that little boy, the one who pulled his lower eyelid down and stuck his tongue out at her.

Just babies when they first met, held by their mothers as they chatted. Hanabi had cried when Konohamaru whacked her over the head, according to Natsu.

When Hanabi thinks of that little baby Konohamaru, she thinks of holding a little baby lookalike in her arms, with pale eyes like hers, wild brown hair like theirs, and dimples like his. When she thinks of that little boy Konohamaru, she thinks of a little boy lookalike reaching up to her for a hug, to comfort him after a scraped knee with a bandage and a kiss. When she thinks of that snot-nosed preteen Konohamaru, she thinks of a little preteen lookalike throwing kunai and her watching with pride and admiration, his eyes bright and eager and a little chip in his tooth, just like him.

Domesticity with Konohamaru is a faraway dream she should not be entertaining.

It doesn’t stop her from going to his apartment on the regular, though. At this point, everyone knows so it was pointless to try to pretend. She still won’t call him her boyfriend and will correct him if he says it in front of her. She’ll disappear for weeks sometimes when he does it.

Today, she walked into his apartment without knocking after one of those bouts of no contact.

She walks in just in time to see him roll off his couch and fall straight onto the floor with a loud thud, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. Must have been napping. She snickers, folding her arms. “You’re a bad shinobi.”

“Thanks, Lady Heiress,” he grumbles, rolling over onto his back without getting up. He reaches up to rub at his eye, ignoring her glare, because he knows good and well that she still won’t tolerate that nickname from him. She stomps up to him and proceeds to plant herself on top of his chest, pressing her fingertips to the chakra point she had closed months ago. “Quit it.”

“I told you not to call me that,” she says, glowering down at him. He doesn’t look like his usual happy, cheerful self he usually acts like when she’s around.

“Did you come here just to torture me?” he says, and she leans back, looking offended.

“What’s this attitude?” she snaps, furrowing her eyebrows. Her hand goes limp as he tugs it away from the chakra point.

“Haven’t seen you in weeks,” he sighs, looking away from her. Something inside of her tugs at her heart. She bites her lower lip as she watches him pout, but makes no move to get her off of him.

“Cause you told your mom I was your girlfriend,” she says, quietly, frowning.

“Come on, Hanabi.” He still doesn’t look at her. “We’ve been playing this game for months." Now he looks her straight in the eye. "I’m in—”

“Don’t.” Immediately, she presses her finger to his lips to quiet him. “Don’t you dare say that word.”

He makes a face at her, just looking sad.

“We hate each other,” she says, trying to sound completely serious. “Always have. Always will.”

“Are you calling what we do hate fucking?” he asks with this disgusted look on his face. She slides off of him.

“If you wanna put it that way, yeah.” She shrugs as he props himself up on his elbows, giving her a look.

“I resent that,” he tells her, reaching out to push her hair from her face. Cute gestures he shouldn’t be doing. “I’m not the kind of person who hate fucks.”

“What would you call that back at the Land of Waves?” she retorts, shoving his hand away. “In the shower? And the bed? Remember what you said?”

She smirks when he looks away while rolling his eyes. “I said I’m fucking a monster.”

“Yeah, and you also called me a bitch earlier that day.”

“Don’t start with this.”

“And I called you –“

“Hanabi…”

“A coward.”

“Would a coward admit he’s in love with a monster?” he snaps, sitting upright now. She snorts, climbing to her feet. “Cause that's what this feels like.”

“You’re lovesick.” She emphasizes ‘sick’. “It’s different from being in love.”

He rolls onto his knees and starts crawling towards her. She squints at him as he forces her body down while climbing on top, but she doesn’t really resist, either. “You’re really cute when you get all glare-y.”

“I’m a monster,” she huffs, putting a palm against his chest.

“A cute monster.”

“You’re so stupid.” She sighs, trying to make sure her language comes off mean so they can get back to the hate-fucking.

“I’m pretty sure I’m fucking crazy,” he says to her face, resting his hips against hers, “cause I’m in love with you.”

Why can’t he just be cool for fucking once? All she wants is for him to be inside her but now he’s gone and done all this. “You know what you are?” Hanabi shoves him off, doesn’t really need to use much force either since he just rolls off of her. “Arrogant, stupid, clueless –“

“What do you even know about me?” Konohamaru is glaring now, clearly at the end of his rope.

“You’re a man!” she snaps, scrambling to her feet. “That’s all I need to know! And you’re Konohamaru Sarutobi! Snot-nosed brat who was given the entire world!”

“As if you weren’t?” He gets to his feet now, too. “Hanabi Hyūga, cold little princess, born with a silver spoon in her mouth!”

“Fucking asshole!” she yells. “You always got to do whatever the hell you wanted! Climb on the Hokage tower, terrorize jōnin, WHACK ME OVER THE HEAD!”

“You don’t even remember that!” He steps up to her, pointing right at her nose. “Your stupid caretaker told you and we were BABIES!”

“I will murder you,” she says it as she grabs his finger to twist, “if you ever call Natsu stupid again.”

His expression softens a little bit, and he doesn’t try to take his finger away. “Sorry,” he mumbles, frowning deeper. “I didn't mean that.”

“I shouldn’t be here.” She sighs as she releases his finger. His hand doesn’t drop though, it reaches for her hand to stop her and she just whines. “Stop it, Konohamaru.”

“I want you,” he breathes, looking right at her even as she stares at the ground. “I want you so much.”

“I can’t do this.” She yanks her hand out of his and begins stomping away. “I don’t want to do this!”

“Hanabi!”

“Leave me alone!”

“You came here!”

Hanabi stops in front of his door and resists the urge to just scream at the top of her lungs when she sees a picture of them on the shelf by his shoe rack. A selfie they took a few weeks ago while they were at a festival. He insisted and she’s got her tongue out while he kisses her on the cheek. It’s a cute photo.

She grabs the frame and throws it on the ground, shattering it and putting a dent in his flooring.

Instantly, she feels guilty, but she doesn’t let him know that. She just looks at him, dead in the eye, as his jaw drops and he slumps forward, defeated. She turns, tears the front door open, and slams it behind her.

“What the fuck.”

Konohamaru gets his knees to carefully pull the photo from the pile of glass. His heart sinks at the long scratch through the middle. It’s like a sign, the way it rips right between them, separating them.

But his mom always told him to follow his heart. He thought that was bullshit until Hanabi. Hanabi grabbed it and ran away with it, how is he supposed to not follow it? Chase after it, and her.

He thinks he’s pathetic.

What other explanation is there at this point?

100%, he’ll admit Hanabi is the last person kid Konohamaru thought he’d end up with. Sure, kid Konohamaru thought her eyes were weird and cool, kid Konohamaru liked to tease her cause he thought it was funny when she got red, kid Konohamaru watched her develop into a whole woman. Kid Konohamaru turned into adult Konohamaru, who couldn’t ignore how fucking beautiful adult Hanabi was.

But kid Konohamaru thought nothing could ever, ever make up for her terrible attitude and entitled demeanor. Kid Konohamaru got told all his life he was a brat who never had to work for anything, so he spent his kid life showing people he was working. Damn hard, too.

It hurts for Hanabi to still accuse him of those things.

And he feels angry. It’s something he doesn’t want to feel, but it’s so fucking familiar with Hanabi. To feel angry with her. Before this, he’d be angry at the way she’d flip him the middle finger, or swap his rice balls with some shitty glob of gluttonous rice. Before this, he’d be pissed that she dares sneer at him or roll her eyes. Before this, he wouldn’t tolerate her blowing off his opinion on a mission.

Now, he thinks he could accept all those things if she’d just give him some form of certainty, just a shred of acceptance.

Honestly, he’s not sure if he can catch a break.

He’s not even sure whether he’s a good guy or not, and that is what fucks with him. Moegi digging into his insides with ‘facts’ as she says. Telling him he’s no better than Udon or any other stupid ninja.

Konohamaru wants to believe he’s better, but can’t. Not when he has Hanabi running away from him constantly.

He sweeps up the glass and does his best to keep the photo intact. He can just print another, and it's on his phone, but he still wants to keep this one. That way when all of this is resolved, he can show it to her and they can laugh. Or she’ll slap him, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take.

Hanabi lays across her sister’s bed, picking at the little cotton fibers coming off of it that Hinata would berate her for picking at normally. Himawari lays on the other side, drawing large swirls on paper, refusing a hard surface to draw on. She insisted that drawing on the cushion of the bed made the pictures look cooler. Hinata shook her head, but Hanabi agreed. Even if the sound of paper crinkling into the bedsheets makes her cringe slightly.

“Like this, big sis?” Himawari hastily turns the paper around to face Hanabi, who rolls on her side to look at it. She scans the paper and frowns at a distinct-looking symbol. A line with branching out curves, and little dots around it. It looks suspiciously like the Sarutobi clan symbol.

“Why don’t you try drawing this, Hima?” Hanabi pulls a ribbon from her hair, stamped with the Hyūga clan symbol, and lays it in front of her. Himawari wrinkles her nose and pushes it away. How rude. She watches as Himawari quickly doodles a fairly impressive replica of their clan symbol, then points at it.

“That one’s easy, see?” Hanabi watches her do another, this time the simple spiral of the Uzumaki. “And this one! I wanna draw a new one, and big brother Kono gave me this!”

Himawari slides off the bed, her little footsteps pattering the floor as she bolts to her room, then returns with one of Konohamaru’s armbands. She slams it on the bed, then heaves herself back up on it. So her suspicions were correct.

What the hell is he playing at?!

“He gave you this?” Hanabi tries not to let poison touch her tone as she reaches out for the band. She flinches slightly when she touches it, as if it has some sort of curse on it like it’ll turn her fingers blue and purple. She grasps it in her fingers and rubs the pad of her thumb over the sewn-in symbol. “Stupid Sarutobi…”

“Are you talking ‘bout big brother?” Himawari bats her eyelashes, but she doesn’t look at her. “’s not nice to call someone stupid, big sister.”

Hanabi breathes out of her mouth, flapping her lips slightly as she does.

“An’ big brother is really nice to me.” Hanabi blinks before looking at her niece. “He throws me in the air an’ gives me chocolates even when mama says no.”

“Hima.” Hanabi smiles a little; she can’t help it.

“He says you’re real pretty.”

“He…what? To you?”

“I said I wanna be pretty like mama an’ big sister,” Himawari tells her, going back to her drawing. “He said big sister is real b-bootiful? He says it means pretty. I think he just forgot about mama.”

Hanabi grimaces as she looks back down at the band. She pulls it up to her nose and inhales, feeling herself getting soft. She pulls the material between her hands, looping each side in each index finger.

“You should get married, like mama and papa.”

Riiip

“Shit!” Hanabi gasps, dropping the band. A small tear splits the top middle of the band.

“That’s okay,” Himawari placates, barely looking up. “Mama can fix it.”

“I can, too,” Hanabi mumbles, pressing the sides back together as if that will do it.

“You wanna keep it?” Himawari looks up now, still scribbling away with her crayon. Hanabi pulls the band to her chest and doesn’t even think before nodding her head. Himawari gives her a big, toothy smile where one is missing in the front (courtesy of Hanabi wrapping it in floss and tying the other end to a door handle, then slamming the door for her, to which they both cheered when it popped out). Himawari reaches out her tiny little hand and pats Hanabi’s three-times larger one, adorably and endlessly kind. “Keep it. I tell big brother I lost it.”

“Okay.” Hanabi feels her upper lip tremble a little because she thinks Himawari’s heart is too good for this cold world. Tries not to think about all the heartache of the fourth war and everything that led up to it. Tries not to think about her little body being stabbed through, like her sisters, or her cousin’s. Tries not to think that Himawari is destined for the shinobi life, too. Tries to think that maybe, things will be different with her sister as her mother, and Naruto as her father, and with her and Konohamaru around to protect them.

Hanabi gives her niece a suffocating hug, one that lasts far longer than Himawari could possibly want, but she feels the need to hold onto her. Make sure she knows how much she adores her little self.

Hanabi returns to her home with a heavier heart.

She’s been avoiding confronting how fucking terrible she feels, but it seems the world has different plans for her, shoving remnants of Konohamaru in her face everywhere she goes.

She spends two hours with one of Natsu’s old sewing kits, trying her best to match the reds and stitch this stupid band back together.

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Edit: Forgot to put that this snippet was inspired by this post

There’s nothing much to do at a fancy gala. 

Scratch that—there is absolutely nothing to do at a fancy gala. The boredom is a torture to experience. But such suffering doesn’t last long if one stirs up trouble to compensate for the bleakness of the party. 

Tim glances at Marinette. Tuck hair behind the ear, then after one . . . two seconds pick up glass. Okay that’s the go signal. He strides past the refreshments table and—with just the right amount of stealth—sticks his foot out to trip the man going past him with his posse. 

. . . but he’s caught just in time before he plummets into the multi-tiered cake. He stands upright, brushes himself and laughs it off with the group.

He adjusts his tie in Marinette’s view. Proceed to the next step. 

She immediately springs into action. 

— 

“You must be MDC!” The man beams at her brightly, with the same practiced fakeness her father has mastered. 

“Monsieur Luthor.” Marinette smiles back tightly. “Perfect timing. I’ve been wanting to show you the suit you commissioned.” 

“Oh?” 

She keeps her excitement at bay. Lex Luthor commissioned MDC a couple months ago, but it wasn’t until two weeks ago when he found out that she was actually Bruce Wayne’s daughter. “Yes, here.” She shows him her phone (and his posse peeks as well), revealing a business suit with the pants cropped too short and the color matching his exact skin shade. 

Lex coughs. “That’s quite . . . unique.” 

“It is, isn’t it?” She zooms into the fine details. “I thought it would match your head.” 

“My head?” he asks through clenched teeth. 

“Yup! All the craze these days.” She nods. “People will be asking for the same piece once you’ve shown this to the world.” 

“Ah, and here’s the other piece!” She swipes to the left to show a tackier outfit, with a rainbow of colors splashed on the top half and loud checkers on the bottom. 

—

Tim’s turn again. He grabs his phone from his pocket and presses a button. In the middle of his conversation with Marinette, a loud ringtone cuts through: the tune of Baby Shark. Heads turn and Luthor turns into a bright cherry. 

He furiously taps on his phone but instead of stopping the obnoxious sound, it ups the volume. Tim hides his snickers behind his hand. 

Finally, the bald man throws his phone down, making one hasty excuse after another. 

Tim grins. He’s cracking. 

Marinette touches the inside of her wrist. For the finale . . . 

Tim stumbles into the group, holding a glass filled with deep red wine inside. “Mr. Luthor! How nice to see you here.” 

“Good to see you as well, Mr. Drake,” he says with a strain in his voice. 

Tim doesn’t even make it discreet. He stumbles forward and splashes his drink all over the man’s white suit. Lex jumps back, rage dancing in his irises. 

“I’m so sorry!” Tim gasps out, taking his handkerchief. “Let me clean that for you—” 

“No, it’s alright!” Lex steps backwards, holding his palm out. 

“But I insist—” 

“Stay right there! I will go clean this myself—” 

“I want to help—” 

A deafening crash echoes in the ballroom. Lex has collided with the lavish cake, icing dripping down on the top of his head and the chocolate interior smushed against the fabric of his jacket. 

—

“Bruce Wayne!” 

Bruce barely bats an eye at Lex Luthor, who is marching straight towards him. “Yes, Lexie?” 

“Don’t ‘yes Lexie’ me!” He growls. “Control  your children! They are—they are wild animals! They humiliated me in front of everyone and ruined my suit. How can you let this happen?!” 

Bruce frowns, looking over at Marinette and Tim, who are entertaining potential partners for WE. “I’m sorry, Lexie, I’m not sure what you’re talking about. My children are angels. They will never harm others.” 

“Never harm—?!” Lex laughs out loud. “I think you haven’t been watching them closely.” 

Bruce sips on his drink. “There’s no need to watch them closely. How can you even think that they can do such things? My babies will never. And what would they have against you?”

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Doubts - Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem! Reader (fluff)

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Three days after he lost the match against karasuno, Iwaizumi still hasn’t seen you. You were not at class and You weren’t even there at the end of the match. A part of him was relieved when a friend of you, that he recognized, approached him and said that you couldn’t come because you were sick. But the other part of him felt this uneasiness that maybe… just maybe…

 (Flashback the day after the match)

“Stop thinking like that Iwa-chan,” Oikawa said to his bestfriend while on their way back to school ground after the match. It was a peaceful afternoon, everyone was asleep, tired after the match. Only the low hum of the bus machine can be heard, of course Oikawa couldn’t bring himself to sleep, and so did Iwaizumi. But their minds were on different things. Iwaizumi is not the type to say out loud his emotions, but he does open to his bestfriend. In a time like this where no one could see him being so weak for a certain human being, he proceed to talk to the man sitting beside him.

 “How am I supposed to not think like that? We haven’t seen eachother a lot these past few weeks because I was so focused on the match,”

 “And your point is..?” Oikawa raised a brow.

 Iwaizumi doesn’t want to look like someone from a soap opera but here he is “Maybe she’s done with me?”

Oikawa went ‘pfft’ and laughed, “I never thought that you’re going to be the kind of guy that talks about your girlfriend cheating like this haha!, heck I never even thought that you’d get a girlfriend”

“Oikawa this is serious!” Iwaizumi shout whisper at his bestfriend, careful to not wake everybody up with his usually loud voice

“Well what are you so serious about?! I know that she loves you okay, she has been talking to me about you since the second year of junior high! And that she began to fell for you because of how you shine whenever you play volleyball. And are you telling me that now she left you because you play too much volleyball??”

“It’s possible!” Iwaizumi frowned then sighed. He then leans back to his seat, “.. I saw her with her friends a while ago, they were talking about… me” Oikawa ears perked up.

Iwaizumi just got out of his class after finishing his after class duties. He pull out his phone to text you a short message saying that he will be out practicing, and you would probably replied with your usual “Goodluck!”. But before he could do that, he heard a faint sound.. of you.

He stopped his track to see that he is standing in front of your classroom. The door was slightly open so he could hear that you were with your group of friends, talking inside. And he really wants to stay and hear

“Hey.. these days I haven’t seen Iwaizumi-kun around.”

He could sense the smile on your face as you replied “Yeah, he’s busy preparing for the upcoming match. This is important to him after all.”

“But aren’t you important too?”

One of them sighed “I swear all of these boys, they don’t have any sense of responsibility for the relationship! They are always so focused on what they’re doing!”

Now there’s like a tight rope circling Iwaizumi’s throat, making him unable to breathe. He doesn’t want to hear what you replied, it would to too painful to directly hear that you talk bad about him behind his back. So Iwaizumi decide to just go. And since then, their communications began to fall off

Oikawa tapped his chin and hummed, “ I think it’s best to just confront her directly”

That was Oikawa’s only reply.

And now Iwaizumi is faced with another big problem. You don’t come to class, and you don’t reply to any of his messages. This only makes him even more sure that you are done with him! Iwaizumi then forced himself to think, to not easily get blinded by his emotions. Yes her classmates already said that she is sick. But why isn’t she answering any of his text?! Just how sick is she?

“Why don’t you go and check her? Go to her house,” Yuda finally said something. Being Iwaizumi’s teammate and classmate, he is one of the person that sort of understand his problems (besides Oikawa)

“I can’t just go to her house unanncounced! She hadn’t even answered my texts since three days ago!”

“Hmm, don’t u have her parents number? You have met them right?”

“Yes.. but I never contacted them.. Aren’t your girlfriends’ parents sort of intimidating?”

Yuda snickered “Yeah you’re right. But it’s better than nothing. I mean, you told me that her parents are nice?”

“Yeah but.. I just don’t want to be seen as a rude person..” Iwaizumi dropped his face to his desk. Too overwhelmed with his emotions.

“You know, you look real funny right now. I never expect the Iwaizumi Hajime would get this worked up over a girl.” Yuda scoffed towards Iwaizumi.

With his head against his desk, Iwaizumi calmed himself down, after a few seconds he stood up and slung his bag to his shoulder, “Okay I’ll go”

Yuda snickered “Good luck!”

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It always feels weird to not go straight to the gym after his retirement. But today, he has something important to do. Iwaizumi had been looking at your mother’s contact number on his phone for quite a while before taking a deep breath and finally dialed the number.

He waited for a few seconds before a cheerful voice similar to yours picks up, “Hajime-kun?? It’s been a while!”

Iwaizumi stiffen a bit but he tried to loose up, “Um yeah hello L/N-san.. it has been a while..”

“When are you coming to visit again?? Now I can make your favourite food y’know!”

Iwaizumi smiled and her kind gestures “Ah yes about that, I am actually going to visit now. Because.. Y/N is sick? I haven’t seen her around”

“Oh yes about that… yes she is very sick. Then please do come Hajime-kun, I’m sure Y/N would be very happy to have you here”

Iwaizumi’s smile grew wider, “I’m on my way then, thankyou L/N-san”

Iwaizumi knocked the wooden door to Y/N’s house. He nervously stand there, clenching and unclenching his palm. After a few seconds, the door opens revealing Y/N’s mother whom he only met twice.

“Hajime-kunnn! It’s been a long time!” her mother has the same energy as Y/N, “Come in come in!” She opens the door wider and Iwaizumi nervously walks in. “Pardon the intrusion…”

“Y/N is upstairs still sleeping, but she probably wakes up soon. You should go upstairs, it’s the room next to the stairs,” said miss L/N still with a bright tone.

Iwaizumi stiffen when she mentioned her room, he never went there. “Um.. it’s okay I’ll just wait until she wakes up…” he was about to sit on the couch when miss L/N stopped him.

“Geez why are you so nervous! You two have been dating for almost two years right?? It’s okay for you to go to her room then”

“But-“

She shoved a tray with a bowl of porridge and a glass of water on it to Iwaizumi “Here! Bring this to her too while you’re at it.” Then she went back to the kitchen, leaving Iwaizumi just standing there.

Iwaizumi sighed and went upstairs to her bedroom. Quietly taking a step and slowly opens the door. The room was dark so he turn on the lights. And there she was. The one human that got him into overthinking mode for the past week. Y/N is sleeping there comfortably with a blanket covering up until her chin and a fever patch on her forehead. Iwaizumi smiled at her sight. He slowly closed the door and put the tray of food on the small table beside her bed. He stood beside her for a second, admiring her figure before taking a seat on the floor so that his eye can be at the same level as her face.

Her usually smiley face and playful eyes are nowhere to be found. She looks tired even in her sleep. Guess she really is sick. Iwaizumi brought his hand up to move some hair on her face to get a better look on her face. She really is very pretty.

After quite a while sleeping, Y/N’s senses finally starting to return to her. She smelled something delicious so her eyes starts to flutter open. She saw the tray of food but the one that really caught her eyes was someone’s spiky brunette hair. She blinked for a second to get her vision cleared. Iwaizumi felt a movement on her bed so he looked back “Oh, hi you’re awake.”

Y/N went still for a second before immediately sitting up straight with her mouth agape “Ha-Hajime?!” y/n immediately cough after that. Iwaizumi is quick to hand you a glass of water and after you cough subsided, you just stared at him “What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t answering my texts and calls so I decide to just let myself in.” Iwaizumi said with a blank face.

Your shoulders dropped, “Sorry…”

“But I’m glad that you’re really sick,” y/n’s brow quirks up in an unreadable expression. “I thought you were lying to me. Saying that you were sick but turns out you were just avoiding me.”

y/n’s mouth went agape in disbelief “why would you think that?”

Iwaizumi stared at you and then dropped his eyes to look at his fidgeting fingers, “Because I’m the one who avoided you first…”

Y/n went silent for a few seconds, “Come on, let me eat first and then we can continue this talk” y/n never really liked tense atmosphere. Especially if it’s between her and Iwaizumi. So she tried her best to brighten the tone of her voice and let herself enjoy the food.

“I’m sorry Hajime, I know I should’ve at least texted you once but I was really sick I couldn’t even stay awake for more than an hour,” y/n said with a smile and mouth full of porridge. ‘Cute’ he thinks.

“It’s okay, I’m just glad that you’re now okay.. and I can see you..” Iwaizumi gave her a soft smile.

y/n returned his smile and continue eating her porridge. They just sat there in silence, enjoying each others’ company. After a few weeks, finaly.

“Ah! That was delicious. I feel like I’ve gotten so much better~”

Iwaizumi set the empty bowl and glass aside and sitting up straight, staring at her, “I’m sorry for avoiding you…”

“Yeah well, I kinda felt like you were avoiding me. Why is that?”

Iwaizumi fidgets again, “I overheard you… and your friends were talking about me..” y/n eyes widen upon hearing that. But she let him speak.

“I’m sorry If I’m too busy with volleyball.. I’m sorry if you feel like you were being left out. My matches are important, but you’re also important for me.. i-“ Iwaizumi took a deep breath, “I love you so much… I may not good at expressing it but I do..”

“Hajime…” y/n started, “I fell in love with you because of how you shined whenever you play volleyball.  I liked your big smile whenever you won a game. Because of that, I want to know you more. I want to directly cheer on you, I want to see more of your smile. And I want to comfort you whenever you feel down,” y/n took a second to look at his expression, “So… it’s weird for me to tell you not to play volleyball because I want your attention….”

“I want to always see you shine when you play volleyball.. so if things ever doesn’t work out between us, I will be the one who go. But I wont take away what you love doing..” y/n smiled at her words. Before she knew it, Iwaizumi tackled her into a hug.

“Please don’t say that…” Iwaizumi’s voice is a mere whisper, “Though I can’t deny that yes I will probably choose volleyball..” y/n let out a laugh.

“But still! I really like you too, so I’m not letting you go that easily! I want you to know that…” Iwaizumi buried his face on the nape of your neck.

y/n smiled sweetly, “I’m not letting you go that easily too, Hajime~”

Iwaizumi let go of you to look at your face, “Are we good?”

y/n nodded, “about my friends, I’m sorry about them. I’ll tell them off”

the both of them spend the rest of the time just talking, catching up on one another, though it’s mostly Iwaizumi who got the most to tell. After a while the talking subsided and now y/n and Iwaizumi just lean of each other, enjoying the others’ presence.

“I should go back, it’s almost late,” Iwaizumi breaks the silence.

Iwaizumi swore he saw her face expression shifted for a split second, but she replied with a smile “Yeah, I should get some rest too..”

Iwaizumi stares at y/n for a good ten seconds before leaning in to capture her lips in his, the soft pair of lips on hers that she longed after weeks of not seeing each other, “rest well, I see you at school.”

y/n smiled and waved at him before tucking herself back to bed. Iwaizumi brought the tray of food with him before exiting her bedroom. He quietly steps down on the stairs and saw that y/n’s mother is watching TV, probably waiting for the both of them to finish.

“I’m sorry for making you wait,” Iwaizumi said, y/n’s mother turned at the sound of Iwaizumi’s voice “It’s alright Hajime-kun! Just leave the tray there.

“No! it’s okay, I’ll wash these, it wont take long,” Iwaizumi laughed sheepishly.

y/n’s mother smiled at his kind gestures. For a few minutes only the sounds of the bowl and glass clanking as Iwaizumi washed them that can be heard. But then y/n’s mother voice startled him, “Did the two of you had a fight?”

Iwaizumi turned off the water, “No, we are not fighting.”

“But I haven’t seen you in quite a while Hajime-kun, did something happen?”

“Ah yeah, I got busy with practice. I guess I kinda left her out.”

Y/n’s mother smiled, “That is sort of a fight.”

“Yeah but y/n is so nice, I didn’t feel like it was a fight,” Iwaizumi laughed.

“You are a nice boy too Hajime-kun, thankyou for being with her. I wish she could just marry to you~”

Iwaizumi went tense and his face turned beet red. The thought of marriage terrifies him but also excites him, “Yeah I hope we can stay for that long.”

Y/N mother sighed, “she may seems like a strong willed girl, and that she is not bothered by anything. But the truth is she is quite fragile with her emotions, a lot of things bothered her. But she choose to just see what matters most in front of her.”

“She was actually feeling quite down when you were busy, and not see her for a while.”

“Really?!” a pang of guilt just hit him.

“Well, I don’t actually asked her but it’s a mothers’ instinct yknow!”

“I see..”

“Thankyou again Hajime-kun, come visit again next time~!” Iwaizumi bowed at Y/N’s mother and bid her farewell. He exits her house and begin to walked back to his home. He pulls out his phone to check on the calendar and then smiled to himself. He found just the perfect date to make up for all his loss.

It’s their 2 years anniversary this Saturday.

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a/n : i’m sorry if this story is kind weird aahshgj, i made this while i was bored in class, plus my english writing skill is not that good... anyway i hope you guys enjoy!

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11- Reflection...

Her P.O.V. The night was a long one. It began extremely unsettling. Anger festers worse and worse making me feel ridden which is how I know I have only hours left of rational thought before my nerves will take over. All I can do is sit on the rocking chair and think of different outcomes of my actions, alternative routes, and a source to find a way home but nothing is predictable enough to devise a plan. Not until I know more about this place.

I sit rocking on the chair with my knees up for what suddenly feels like hours and very well could be. Uncertainty and confusion turning my functional brain into absolute trash as the time ticks away. The more time that passes, the more my planning thoughts drift away from me. The night creeps long, convincing me that trashing the room would both help me find the thoughts that just drifted from my head and also make sleep seem less appealing. I proceed to go through the empty closet, throwing hangers to the floor and turning chests upside down. I tear through the empty dresser drawers, until they’re all on the floor. The bed becomes a fluffy mess on all the furniture and carpet.

There wasn’t much to trash so when I’ve torn apart everything I can, I sit in the mess, on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror but head in hand. I pull my hair to find some grounding. My head spins me into a trance. I look up at the ceiling, hoping it will help me decide if I’m awake or not. The wavy wood creates black spots throughout the entire ceiling. My eyes fall down onto the mirror, where my eyes meet my eyes. And when my eyes connect they widen and a smile spreads on my face.

I half scream, jumping back hard, but going no where except onto more bed. I didn’t smile. But the girl in the mirror did. Her smile spreads. She puts her hand on her hip and rolls her eyes when I stare in frozen fear, half sitting up on the bed, an arm up as if it’ll protect me.

It’s another trick. Reflections don’t move without mimicking. This is impossible, I haven’t seen the ‘twin’ in years. She’s gone. She can’t be back. “You should see the look on your face,”

I didn’t say it. She did. She said it different than in the past, she spoke loud. Not just in my head, it sounded like her voice came from all angles of the room. She laughs, sitting on the bed, against the headboard.

“What...” “Stop being scared, Jane, I’m here to help. And you got a little...” she gestures to her nose, signaling at my dried blood.

I sit up in the bed staring at her, wiping dried blood from my skin. I stare at me. Only I’m in the middle of the bed, my legs spread long. She relaxes on the headboard, sitting crisscross, an evil smile on her face.

“I know you. Don’t you remember me? You don’t have to be afraid. I more know than you. I am you.” I look down pulling at my hair. “I lost it...came to a magical land and lost it,” I half whisper to myself, “I should be back at the asylum,” now I just whimper. “Pan put you in there,”

I look up at her. Her face is solid with a mean anger of the boy. Her brown eyes are identical to mine and I can tell she’s stopping herself from clenching her jaw too hard. I squint at her while I consider if she is another one of Pan’s trick or not.

“He also got me out,” I say firmly to her. She raises an eyebrow, “You’ve forgiven him?” “Of course not,” “Then what’s stopping you from killing him?” she crosses her arms. Don’t give him information. “I’m not a trick of his,” she says. My eyes widen, Did I say that out loud? “No,” she leans forward, “I’m not with him, I’m with you,” she taps her temple. When I don’t say anything she asks again, “So, what is stopping you from killing the miserable boy?” I stare at her, thinking about how he help that woman off the ground, against the wall without even touching her, “He’s...powerful. I can’t even get close to him. He’d kill me first,” “Not if he was in love with you,” she smiles again leaning back on the headboard. My eyebrows knot and my face scrunches, “What?” “Well, it’s not unheard of. Every good movie has a sick double cross between two lovers so one of them gets what they want,” “This isn’t a movie, this is real life and that’s insane,” I’m so befuddled by her idiotic proposal that I don’t even know where to begin to disprove that terrible plan. “You’re right, completely insane, we’re on the same page now Mother,” she mocks me, “She always did call you crazy and here you sit, talking to an empty room.

I hesitate to look around the, in fact, empty room. The word ‘mother’ echoes. I haven’t thought of her in years. I recollect myself, beginning to trust she is no trick, and finding the slightest touch of comfort.

“You came to me,” I argue. “True. Only because you need my help. I want out of here as much as you do. And your too weak to figure it out on your own, you’ve wasted two days.” “He’s kept me prisoner,” “So, what if we could get more than just away from here, what if we could get revenge on him to?” “What do you think I’ve been thinking about for the past five years?” “So, we’re in agreement then, we make him fall in love with us, with his guard down we cut his throat open,” she smiles evilly, “we play with his heart and make him regret ever sending us to the asylum,” “If he even has a heart...I wouldn’t be able to do that.” I can’t even begin to think about how that plan would go. She rolls her eyes at me, “There’s that weakness we all hate. Look, he’s a guy. Have you seen any other girls here?” I think about the woman in the cell who left claw marks on my skin. “Exactly,” she continues, “Flirt with the idiot, use what we got,” she plays with herself, and I look away, “He’ll be wrapped around our finger, and all that power everyone is so afraid of...ours.” “He would never fall for me-this is insane, I don’t want all his power, I want out of here,” “And go where? Back to the asylum where Treatments are waiting for you? He wants to take your power,” I pause, I try to repress the PTSD by focusing on the last thing she said only, “I-we don’t,” I shake my head, “we don’t know that I have anything like that-” “Jane, come on. You know what you did,”

I think about the blast that probably saved my life. It was no accident, it was pure rage. I wanted to hurt them so bad, it was all that mattered, and it worked. There is something there and now it’s time to admit it.

I exhale, shaking my head about speaking of such a ridiculous thought as power, “What is it, then?” Her eyes dart to the side then back at me,“I don’t know.” My face drops at her. “But we can use that,” she encourages. “How.” “Make him want to teach you. If we spent time with him, we can learn what it is and get him to have feelings for us. And if he’s your teacher, he won’t see you coming for him. He’ll think you want to stay here and learn everything right from him. And when his guard is down, take what we’ve learned, and we slice his throat,” she smiles again, getting carried away. I shake my head with my eyes closed of her impossible plan, “That is so stupid, that would never work. And I couldn’t just kill him,” She licks her lips, upset that I won’t side with her and she inhales, “He’s tricking us, you know. He wants us to trust him, to think he’s the safety in this place...” she sits up again, “He told you, you have power, because he plans on taking it, it only makes sense. Why do you think he gave us this lovely room?” I pause, thinking she could be completely right and I’m in real danger that I can’t escape from. I shake my head again, “Even if I could somehow kill him, he has followers. Men. A lot of them,” I argue. “That’s why you learn your power. Use it to protect us...” she leans back pleased with herself. “And if its all fake? If he played it all out, got me to think I have some magical powers as a trick? Then what?” “Why would he do all that just to mess with you? Why you?” “He’s a liar, and a trickster. He swore he didn’t bring me here, yet he lured me through that, that, terror of a forest, just to play with me. And for what?” “Find out, ask for guidance, make him want to teach us. Spend enough time with him and it’ll be a piece of cake to get him to fall.” I grab my hair in my hands, entirely frustrated, “You’re dancing around real answers cause you have no real information that I don’t already know. You know what I know, which is nothing.” “I know this plan could be our only way out and away, far away, with revenge,” “That is no actual plan, that’s just ridiculous,” “Maybe, so, but so is speaking to your reflection,” her smile is annoyingly cocky, as if she’s just accomplished something so huge but keeping it all a secret.

I breath deep, exhaling all the frustration, shaking my head some more. Moving from the bed so I don’t have to see the mirror I rest on the chair yet again, thinking and thinking of all my options and possible solutions. Trying so hard to manage one single, full thought. There’s so few things that I know for sure. The first; there is no way in hell I’m going back to the asylum. Which means there is nothing back home for me, no one missing me, nothing waiting for me. The second; I need to get revenge before my chance is gone. The third; all my instincts tell me to get away from him and this forsaken place as fast as I can.

The night stretches incredibly long after that conversation. This tree house I reside in did not look as big as it must be when I saw it from outside. I watched from the window as more and more boys retreat inside of it. At one point, in the night, when I was tearing the bed spread into even more shreds, a boy walked in. He was tall, dirty, and shaggy. Feathers and pillows, sheets and blankets were all about as he spots me on the floor in the middle of it all. I was grasping the third thought that had sprouted off of the original. It was inside the largest blanket. I was tearing the blanket to pieces, getting closer to the missing piece when the door opens and our eyes widen at the sight of each other. His mouth had cracked a smile.

“My bad.” was all he had said as he laughed, turning away. “Wait!” I shouted, scrambling from the mess.

The door shuts and I jump to it, ripping it open. The hall completely black, no boy to be seen at all. I step through the frame only to step right back into the mess of bed spread. Furiously knowing that I cannot leave, yet again, has me seething. The fact that Pan has done this, yet again, makes it all the worse. My own focus long since scattered and lost, I finish destroying the linen.

I stay awake the entirety of the night, determined to not relax in the hands of my captor. I struggle, unlike the boys. They are tough. Every so often I creep towards the window, just barely peeking over to see the scene below. I watch as they wrestled through the night, and partied with the blazing fire. Pan had disappeared long ago. I had looked through the window to see the fire calming down, few boys passed out beside it, others still dancing, Pan gone. They danced until the sun rose up over the sea way out there. The last of them didn’t disappear into the tree until the sun was turning the cool morning air to a warm mid-day breeze.