#Neo drabble

[fightingthetides]

Neo here to do a thing because of many reasons including: yes. This is some background information and scenes for the @Signorinavongola’s Lady Boss AU. Some things had to change for—reasons, and so I’m writing some things out.

This is going to take me a while to write everything out and it’s going to be quite long, so I’m going to work on this as if it’s a multi-part series. Anything with a ❗ means that there is new/changed content from the previous drabble [x].

Word count: 9k+

       [Revamped ch.11 scene from other thing to add onto the scene of Haru’s introduction.]

One morning, Reborn and Tsuna were strolling to school as they normally would in the morning, but they get stopped by a familiar voice (to one of them).

“Hold it! Haru had been observing you for some time now, and Haru needs answers. Tsu-chan, when did you have a new brother and not tell me about it?” She should know how much Haru adored children, so not telling her about a new brother… sacrilege! A betrayal! So mean-desu!

Not only that, “Haru also noticed you play mafia all the time. What kind of bad games are you playing with such a young child, Tsu-chan? Are you being forced into it by some of the neighboring kids?” Though it’s been some time since they last met, Haru and Tsuna were still childhood friends and she liked to believe she understood her friend well.

This wasn’t a kind of game that she would play with a kid, so there had to be a reason behind it. Maybe she was being bullied into it. If her friend needed someone who would sternly tell the bullies ‘no, we won’t play a game that is a bad influence on kids’ she’ll do it! She’ll be the first to volunteer!

“If you’re struggling to tell the bullies to stop playing the mafia game, Haru will do it for you to stop playing such a dangerous game with the baby.”

Reborn decides to act in Tsuna’s stead. “First off, I’m Tsuna’s tutor. It’s my job to raise Tsuna to be the 10th boss of the mafia. I cannot be separated from her until then.”

“… You’re taking the game too far! Tsu-chan, I can’t believe you!” As always, Haru was a firecracker when she was angered. She always acts or talks first and only when she’s calmed down would she listen.

Her phone beeps, and she quickly says her farewells before heading to school.

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      [New content alert!: Yamamoto consulting with Tsuna after noticing something is off about her]

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“Hm? You had a fight with a friend?” Yamamoto couldn’t think of any friends Tsuna had in class aside from himself and Gokudera.

He listens to her recount what happened and the history that she had with her friend. So she had a ‘fight’ with her childhood friend. “To me, it just sounds like she misunderstood the situation because she doesn’t know the full details.”

Understandably, Tsuna didn’t have many friends, so it must be scary to think that she could lose one of her only friends. From what Tsuna had to say about this Haru girl, she seemed to be a smart and friendly person.

She had strong convictions and she was always ready to get mad at bullies on her behalf. Tsuna was worried about Haru finding out about how she is at school, so she put some distance between them. It worked out because as first years in middle school, they were busy adjusting to a new school.

“I dunno her, but from what you had to say about your Haru friend, she sounds like a good person who cares a lot about you.” Haru didn’t seem to care that Tsuna wasn’t the smartest, nor the most athletic. “I think, if you tried to talk to her again, she’d be willing to listen to you.”

This Haru girl liked Tsuna for her personality, so she should be willing to listen after her initial anger wears off. Surely she’d be willing to listen once she cools off? That’s Yamamoto’s theory, anyways.

He pats Tsuna’s shoulder, comfortingly. “How about this? I’ll get up earlier to walk with you to school tomorrow. I can give you support as you talk to her tomorrow, okay?”

Yamamoto Takeshi, the best support.

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❗ [Back to regular scheduled programming. Haru confronts Tsuna and Yamamoto at the bridge]

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“Good morning. It’s come to Haru’s attention that Reborn-chan is indeed a hitman and he is in fact training you to become a 10th generation mafia boss. Haru will put aside the fact she’s disappointed that you didn’t say anything to Haru.” Was she not your childhood friend?

Do childhood friends not talk to each other about important things in life? Was finding out you’re an upcoming mafia boss not big news to tell your childhood best friend? HM??? Haru would tell you if she fell in love for the first time (and it wasn’t cake)!

“If all that is true, then that means he’s been training you to be strong.” Haru has always known Tsuna to be a bit timid and weak to confrontations. She didn’t like to have fights with others and she’d much rather let things go than to confront someone.

That didn’t seem like a good quality to have for an upcoming mafia boss. Of course, Tsuna had a good heart. She cared for others and wanted things to be fair. She didn’t like to see others be hurt. That was what Haru liked about her… but… the mafia is different from her nature, isn’t it? Would she be able to fit in?

Did she have what it takes to truly be a mafia boss? (Bianchi may have ‘forgotten’ to mention that Tsuna was against being the next mafia boss and was actively trying to get out of it.)

“Haru understands that the mafia has to be strong and sometimes be cut-throat. If so, you may have to fight against old friends turned foe. Haru doesn’t want to, but-! As a friend, she will test you!” That would explain why she was wearing a suit of armor and holding a hockey stick in the morning.

Haru Miura was always so dramatic and… weird. Yamamoto was looking between Haru and Tsuna worriedly. It was good that it seemed that Haru now understood the situation, but… was Tsuna going to be okay with fighting her friend?

To him, it looked like Haru was very concerned with Tsuna and wanted to make sure her friend had the backbone necessary to be a boss. Otherwise, people would only walk over her and not respect her.

Well, that’s his theory anyways, given how she looks like she’s going to cry as she resolves herself to test her friend.

“Nyahaha! Lambo-san arrives! Reborn, I found you! DIE!” Another kid comes out of nowhere and throws a few grenades out.

Everyone took cover, but Haru couldn’t move so quickly with the bulky armor she had on. She was launched off the bridge and into the water below.

Surprisingly, before Yamamoto could think of how to react, Tsuna had already jumped into the water after her friend. It was reminiscent of how she also jumped off the rooftop to save him when he accidentally fell.

Not wanting for Reborn to shoot her with a bullet, resulting in her clothes being blown off, he jumps in right after them both. The armor looked heavy, so it would be too much for Tsuna to bring Haru back to safety.

He pulls the both to safety and helps them both dry themselves off. Haru changes into the spare clothes that she had hidden away nearby, and Tsuna changed into new clothes as well. A habit because of her clothes always being blasted off.

SNIFF

“Haru is sorry… she was just worried about you, and she was scared that you wouldn’t want to stand up for yourself if anyone disrespects you. Tsu-chan has always been too nice and timid to fight for herself.”

That was a fact that no one could deny. Haru had a pretty good understanding of her friend. She wasn’t well suited to be a mafia boss, but it didn’t seem like there was a choice in the matter.

“Haru thought that she could give you some of her own fighting spirit, you know? Maybe then you’ll be able to handle things… but… Haru sees that you do have a lot of bravery that you show in your own way. Thank you for jumping in after her, Tsu-chan.” Haru smiles, feeling proud of her friend.

She jumped in so soon after Haru was blown off the bridge, so she must not have hesitated. That took a lot of courage to do, and if she had that much courage… surely she’d be fine even if she had to be a mafia boss.

“Haha, I’m just glad that things turned out okay in the end. Usually, Tsuna goes into this crazy wild mode and her clothes go missing, leaving her in her underwear.” Yamamoto explains why he jumped in after the both of them so that Reborn wouldn’t have to act.

“Hahi! Your clothes disappear? That’s no good! If only your underwear survives… perhaps you could consider sportswear underneath your uniform?” That would at least offer a bit more modesty than being in only your undergarments.

She had yet another reason to be worried about her friend now. What girl would want to be found almost naked out in public where people could sneer and oogle? Not on her watch! “It’s settled,” Haru grabs Tsuna’s shoulders, “we’re going shopping this weekend. We’ll find clothes you can wear under your uniform so it’s less revealing. Haru isn’t taking no for an answer.”

The arcobaleno was watching over them chatting at the bank of the river from the bridge after having finished punishing Lambo for his stupidity.

“Hm… she looks like she’ll be a good influence on Tsuna. The necessary feminine touch she needs and a good friend to use as emotional support.” Reborn was impressed by the fact that Haru had recovered so quickly after being blown off the bridge.

Not only that, she accepted the fact that Reborn was a hitman and that Tsuna was a next generation mafia boss, but she still confronted her friend. That took a lot of guts. “She’d be the perfect example of a strong wife to the mafia. Tsuna can learn more from her example, about her guts.”

Of course, Tsuna and Haru’s situation would be different. Haru could marry a mafiosi but Tsuna would eventually marry someone into her famiglia and retain her position as the matriarch.

Still, she could learn a thing or two from Haru’s guts.

Guess he was going to look into inviting Haru to more things so she can rekindle her friendship with Tsuna again.

“Juudaime! What happened? Was it an attack? Who the hell is this? Get your paws off her, woman!”

“HAHI! WHO IS THIS RUDE RUFFIAN!? Tsu-chan do you know him?” Haru hugs her friend close to her and hisses at the new person who ran up to them. “Haru is Tsu-chan’s childhood friend, you ruffian! Bother Tsu-chan and you’ll answer to Haru!” She hisses again.

Gokudera wasn’t the sort who bowed down to anyone (minus his boss, of course, but that’s just a given)! What was courtesy and chivalry? Was it something he could eat or use to survive in the cutthroat world?

Spoiler alert: No.

“Childhood friend or not, you can’t keep me from Juudaime, you idiot woman!”

If there was one thing Haru has never been called, it was STUPID. Don’t you know that Haru is a Midori girl? You dare call a girl from an elite all girl’s school STUPID? She takes offense to that! “Haru isn’t stupid! Tsu-chan, who is this?” Haru’s gnashing her teeth together in irritation.

It was readily evident to everyone involved that Gokudera and Haru both had tempers that weren’t the most compatible with each other.

Yamamoto laughs, “Maa maa, let’s calm down. What matters most is that the both of you are okay after falling off the bridge.” Well, being blown off the bridge was more accurate. “Despite how he looks, Gokudera is a decent guy, you know? He’s one of Tsuna’s friends. You can trust him.”

Haru makes a face, to suggest she 100% did not believe Yamamoto. He was the savior of both her and Tsu-chan, after all… but still… she turns to glare at Gokudera who only glared at her back in return. “Haru is okay with you being her friend… but that one… Haru isn’t so sure. He looks like a yankee.” In that moment, Haru vowed to visit Tsuna more often to make sure Gokudera wasn’t being a bad influence on her. “Haru doesn’t know if she can trust a yankee.”

The day Tsuna starts smoking, gets tattoos, or anything, she was going to start a fight with this Gokudera punk.

“THE HELL WAS THAT? Better than trusting Juudaime with someone who had to be fished out of the river wearing full armor! You’re sooner a liability than anything.” Gokudera scoffs, offended by the fact that this Haru girl was insinuating that Tsuna couldn’t be trusted around him.

Sure, there was a time that he was a lone wolf who answered to no one. Yeah, he was quick to blow anyone up if they so much as looked at him funny, and SURE, he had a long way to go to even be a useful and reliable subordinate of Tsuna’s. It was something that he understood well, and it was something that he worried about.

That’s why he hones his skill and studies hard to figure out ways that he can make Tsuna’s life easier, but that doesn’t mean he wants someone else to say it! Screw her!

“HAHI!? Say that again, you PUNK!”

“Stupid woman!”

“Maa maa… come on, you guys. We have class to go too. How about we break things off here?” Yamamoto gets in between the two bickering teens.

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       [Ch.19 I decided to throw in the scene for Moretti. I do think a childhood friend dynamic would change a few things that I’d like to highlight.]

“Tsu-chan! Look at this! Haru is going to be a yakatabune for the play at the cultural festival!” She notices a dead man atop of Tsuna’s bed. “Hahi? Are you also practicing for something? That is very good stage effects make up.” Honestly? Haru is impressed!

The reaction of Tsuna’s didn’t seem very promising though as she was evidently in shock, and she admits that she’d actually killed someone.

Now it was Haru’s turn to be shocked as she walked back into the doorway, breaking her yakatabune costume that she made herself.

“What are you doing here!?”

“I don’t have club activities today, so I’m someone without anything to do, like you.”

Two voices could be heard in the hallway leading up to Tsuna’s room and Haru and Tsuna started to panic. How to explain what happened here? There is some dead guy that Tsuna shot to death in her bed?

Hm? That’s right, why is the guy in her bed? Haru was originally thinking about hiding but she had a revelation of the connotation of a guy in Tsuna’s bed, dead. Was this some pervert who had tried to do something nefarious to her friend in broad daylight? That was some nerve!

Tsuna was still probably reeling over the fact that she’d killed someone when the two guys walked into the room, confused on what was going on.

Haru acted, rushing to Tsuna’s side. “This man is clearly not a good man. He obviously had bad intentions!” With the strict gun laws of Japan, there was no way that this actual gun belonged to Tsuna. The only reasonable explanation was that the gun belonged to the man!

“Put the gun into his hands and put his fingerprints on it. IF anyone questions anything, you’re obviously the victim here. In the struggle to defend yourself, he accidentally shot himself.” That would be enough to convince the authorities, right? Would it be better if she put her fingerprints on the gun as well?

That was certainly tampering with the evidence, but… she couldn’t bare the thought of her childhood friend being sent to jail after having gone through such a traumatic experience.

“What gibberish are you talking about, Woman? Huh? What’s with the dead-” Gokudera sees the gun that was still in Tsuna’s hand and the dead person atop Tsuna’s bed. It didn’t take him long to piece together what had happened. To think that he hadn’t been around to defend his boss!

What a failure for the aspiring right handman!

“Hey, let’s all calm down for now. It’s not clear if the guy is dead yet, right?” Yamamoto spoke clearly, trying to calm the situation down. In these times, it was better to keep a level head than to panic.

That’s right! He might not be dead yet! In that case… Gokudera knelt next to the man, holding a lit cigarette over the man’s face. If he really had life left in him, it would be Gokudera’s job to finish the job. How dare he attack the 10th while she was still asleep!

This jerk deserved hell and more!

When the body twitched, Gokudera popped his cigarette back into his mouth and rolled up his sleeves. Time to finish the job, this outrageous villain!

Lucky for the soon-to-be-corpse, Yamamot holds him back from doing anything ‘stupid,’ and Haru latched onto Tsuna’s arm, “I bet he was thinking about leaving burn marks on that corpse. Hahi… how terrifying, and you trust him as a friend, huh?” She whispers. There was a lot that Haru could say about Tsuna’s recent trend for making friends, but Haru would trust in Tsuna’s judgement.

No matter how many times Haru questioned it, Tsuna would always say that Gokudera wasn’t a bad guy and that she viewed him as a friend. An enemy of an enemy is a friend indeed, but maybe the opposite was true? A friend of a friend is an enemy? Yeah, that makes sense, with the way they always fought once they laid eyes on each other.

“Hey, I saw him twitch, so he might still be alive. Maybe we should call the ambulance?”

“Hahi! An ambulance!” There was hope for her friend yet! If he lived, then no one could possibly be charged for murder! Maybe assault, but surely they could figure out a way around it!

Reborn walks into the room with a drunk man in tow. “I’ve already called a doctor.”

“Ah! It’s him! He was one of the doctors that was hired to work at the castle exclusively, but he’d always come around with a new woman, saying that they were his sisters… I thought for the longest time that he had 62 siblings…”

“What the heck is that!?” Yamamoto laughs, and Haru stifles a small laugh. ‘It sounds like young Gokudera-san was pretty cute with how naïve he was. Hm? Wait… 62 siblings…?’

“Yo, it’s you, Hayato,” the drunk man greets.

“Don’t talk to me! I don’t want to be infected by your womanizing ways, you womanizer!”

Haru grabs onto Tsuna’s arms and pulls her into the corner of the room, acting like she’s being repelled by the force of a womanizer’s aura. If this ‘doctor’ is a womanizer like Gokudera says, she had to protect them both.

“Cut the nonsense and ask him to look at the patient.” Reborn reminds them all of the pressing matters at hand.

“Right! Can you help us look at the patient?” Yamamoto motions to the guy on the bed, but for some reason Dr.Shamal approaches the girls instead. Before he couch reach out with his hands to touch either of them, Haru hisses.

“Haru will punch you if you get any closer.” That’s not a threat but a promise, you sham of a doctor!

Dr.Shamal shrugs his shoulders, “they both look fine upon a cursory glance. That one is feisty.” He points at Haru. “They’re both cute, too.”

A shiver runs down Haru’s spine at the comment and she pulls Tsuna to another part of the room far away from Dr.Shamal and behind Yamamoto and Gokudera. This creep cannot be trusted! She can see that lecherous glint in his eyes!

“Old man, this guy is the patient!” Gokudera points to the ‘corpse.’

Glancing at the man, Dr.Shamal looked very unconcerned. Running his fingers through his hair, “don’t you remember? I don’t treat men.”

Gokudera did seem to remember that about Dr.Shamal. That was one of the reasons why there had to be multiple doctors on staff at the castle. It was convenient to have multiple doctors on shift to ensure that someone could be on call at any hour of the day, but it was troublesome to vet that many doctors and ensure their loyalty.

Dr.Shamal was a talented doctor who not only could treat his patients, but could also fend for himself. A genius in his own right, it would be stupid to not hire him as staff- but the obvious caveat was that he only treated women.

That damn womanizer was bound to start troubles somewhere down the line with all the women he saw. He was also one reason why Gokudera felt strongly about not turning out the way Dr.Shamal did, despite them both being geniuses.

He’s not going to turn into some womanizing gigolo! He’s a product of adultery, and he wouldn’t allow himself to follow in his father’s footsteps in such a way.

‘Che, maybe he was hired to begin with. Like attracts like, and it takes one adulterer to hire another one.’

“Is he even alive anyways? If he’s not breathing, doesn’t have a heartbeat, or have dilated pupils, he’s dead.”

Seeing as the doctor wasn’t going to make the diagnosis himself, the teens had to move to check. His pupils were dilated, he wasn’t breathing, and… nope! No heartbeat.

He’s dead!

“Guess he passed on during our conversation. I don’t deal with the dead, so I’m leaving. Bye.” Dr.Shamal left with a casual goodbye. He acted as if he’d done anything of note, but he didn’t.

Back to square one of panicking! “Surely, we can create an alibi? Should someone else take the fall?” Haru was trying to think of the best plan of action and Gokudera takes the gun from Tsuna’s hands.

“If it’s just taking Juudaime’s place, then I can do that.” Tsuna didn’t deserve to go to jail. She was too gentle and frail to survive in such an environment, but it wouldn’t be an issue for him.

What he didn’t expect was for the other three teens to stop him. What kind of stupid plan was that? Tsuna wasn’t going to forsake her friend and have him go to jail in her stead!

What an idiot.

“Calm down, I called for someone else. He’s useful for a situation like this.”

Hibari appears in the windowsill, “Yo.” He jumped up from the street, using the gate as leverage.

The three Namimori students were surprised by his presence, but Haru had no idea who this guy was. Was he someone important? Maybe he’s someone scary? The guys shrunk back slightly when they saw him, so maybe he was the king of the miscreants?

“I didn’t come to play with you guys today. I came to make the baby owe me a favor, sort of like a transactional deal.”

“We’ve been waiting for you, Hibari.”

Hibari scanned the room before his eyes finally happened upon the dead body. With his foot, he rolls the corpse over to get a better look at the ‘damage’. He was testing to see just how ‘fresh’ the body was. It hadn’t gained a deathly pallor yet, nor was rigor mortis settling in. A fresh corpse, recently deceased.

From the looks of the gunshot wound, it was just one shot through to the heart. In truth, he did know about the situation from Reborn beforehand. Even without him divulging the details, he would’ve understood the truth.

It was the instincts of the strong that could ‘see’ through the falsities. These weak herbivore puppies still had a long way to go. He scoffs underneath his breath. “Good job,” half-hearted compliments, “you got the heart in one shot.”

Playing along with the charades was enough to make the arcobaleno owe him a favor. He could ask for a proper fight or something else more fun. It would be a waste to make use of his favor right away, so he would patiently wait for now. With all the interesting things happening around Sawada, it would be prudent to wait before cashing in his favor.

It was best to let everything marinate to savor the most optimal indulgencies.

“Okay, I can dispose of this corpse for you.” Hibari sent a quick look Reborn’s way.

The shock weighed heavy on everyone in the room. Just how can this guy talk about hiding a dead body so easily as if it were nothing? What was his background?

‘Tsu-chan knows so many shady individuals!’

“Perfect, he’ll get rid of the corpse so it can never be found. This way, it’ll be like the murder never happening. Appreciated, Hibari.” Reborn thanked the disciplinary officer, a sign that he would be accepting the aid in return of a favor granted by his truly.

Owing a favor to anyone wasn’t his style, but for the sake of his student, this was something he could accept.

Hibari walked over to the windowsill to jump down, “I’ll send someone over from the disciplinary committee later to get the job done.”

What kind of thing is he using a school disciplinary committee for!?

Haru felt her knees go weak at the idea of Tsuna’s new friends. One was a punk, the other was a well-intended idiot, and now there’s a grim reaper of a guy? Woe is her friend! She’s surrounded by troublesome weirdos!

Gokudera was also the sort who repaid his debts, and the memory of Hibari wiping the floor with him and Yamamoto before just pissed him off. Dynamites ignited, he ran to the window, “I can’t be at peace until I take revenge! Die!”

Haru hadn’t seen Gokudera use his dynamites before, so she assumed what he had in his hands were stage props. However, when Hibari slapped the dynamites back with a flick of his tonfa and they exploded in mid-air, Haru had to reevaluate her opinion on Gokudera.

The guy is a dangerous menace!

The dynamites set off in the room, causing a huge mess. Haru stayed close to Tsuna, so she checked on her first, making sure that she was okay. Two arms, two legs, and a head resting on a pair of shoulders. Good!

“It’s already fall, and you’re still carrying around fireworks?” Yamamoto sits up and sighs at the damage caused to Tsuna’s room.

“They’re not fireworks, you dunce!”

Sometimes, Haru wondered if Gokudera fought more with her or if he fought more with Yamamoto. It was amazing how Gokudera hasn’t died from heightened blood pressure yet with how angry he always was.

“Hahi! The body, it’s gone!”

““WHAT!?””

From the corner of the room came a new voice, “Haah, I really thought I was going to die for real there. That was a close one.”

“Kyaa! Zombie! Tsu-chan, we gotta get away.” Haru clung onto her childhood friend in clear panic. The girl had a tendency to cling onto things when she was frightened, and Tsuna was the closest one to her.

Unperturbed by Haru’s dramatic antics, “It’s nice to meet you, 10th.” The walking corpse introduces himself as he coughs up blood, causing Haru to scream some more from the shock.

Reborn hopped over to Haru and jumped onto her shoulder to gently pat her cheek to calm her down, “Calm down, Haru. This is Moretti, a professional in being assassinated. He mastered the ‘addio’ technique, where he can stop his heart at will and achieve a state of apparent death. He’s one of the specialists in the Vongola.” Reborn explains.

Ah… so he wasn’t dead for real, it was an act.

Then the blood had to be fake. Haru drops to the ground, losing all the energy in her body after the adrenaline rush started to fade. How tiring… was this how Tsuna was living out her daily life? How exhausting…

The guys were laughing it up with this Moretti guy, but were they not going to address how chaotic everything was? Surely the neighbors were going to call in a complaint about all the noise. What about all the damage to Tsuna’s room?

Hm? Speaking of damage…

“Hahi! Haru’s Yakatabuneeeeee! NOoooooooooooo!” She’s going to have to make the costume all over again!

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❗ [Ch.22 I REFUSE to allow for them to forget about Tsuna’s birthday for the ‘comedic effect’. If Haru is childhood friends, she’s going to remember and change that. HMPH!]

“How exciting! It’s almost Reborn-chan’s birthday? Of course, Haru would love to help with the preparations for it!” Haru is enthusiastic about the invite to join in the celebrations of Reborn’s birthday.

Haru thought it was odd that Tsu-chan wasn’t the one informing her about the surprise, but then she realized that with how close their birthdays were to each other, this had to be a joint birthday celebration!

With how busy Haru was on the daily, her schedule was always very hectic, and the same could be said for Yamamoto as well, who was busy with club activities and training. They sometimes crossed paths by mere coincidence, when she got out of tutoring and him out of practice.

That was likely the reason why he brought it up to her, being the first one to come across her.

Looking from side to side, she ensures that Tsuna isn’t nearby for the rest of this conversation. “Ne, Haru is just asking out of curiosity, but why are all the plans Reborn-chan related? Shouldn’t you also plan around Tsu-chan as well? What about her interests?” Seemed pretty unfair to cater the entire joint-party around Reborn.

She could understand how some parents would tell the older children to make concessions for the younger siblings, but it shouldn’t come at the expense of feeling neglected and ignored on their special day.

The look of confusion on Yamamot’s face made Haru squint her eyes skeptically. Surely even Tsuna’s mother wouldn’t have forgotten her own daughter’s birthday…? She must have brought it up at least once?

‘Maybe she’s just been so busy with caring for all the kids that it slipped her mind?’

Understanding of how busy Nana could be, maybe that was the reasoning behind it… but it still didn’t sit right with her. “Tsu-chan’s birthday is the day after Reborn-chan’s birthday. Planning two consecutive parties is a lot of effort, so it would make sense to celebrate them together, right?”

Haru Miura is not one to forget important dates, and Tsu-chan’s birthday was one she always remembered every single year. If they couldn’t find the time to celebrate together in person, Haru always made sure to send a small package with a gift to the Sawada household, so it wasn’t like she’d suddenly forget for this year.

“Ah, is it?” Yamamoto laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. He had no idea that it was also her birthday so soon. They’d only been planning the party for Reborn, but they could probably make some changes to the plan to account for Tsuna’s birthday celebrations as well.

Then again, he remembered something. Gokudera had occasionally gone out window shopping, trying to find a gift, but the shops he’d look into didn’t seem to be something that was to Reborn’s tastes. Knowing Gokudera, it made sense that he’d know about her birthday- but he should share the bountiful harvest of knowledge!

‘He probably wanted to hog the knowledge to prove how loyal and dedicated he is.’ The guy had some selfish tendencies that would only make some sense when you knew that Gokudera was a lone wolf for so much of his life.

Back to the topic, no one would want to feel left out or forgotten, so plans were going to have to change. Without Haru saying something, Tsuna would’ve felt disappointed or hurt by them forgetting about her birthday as well.

“That’s the great thing about childhood friends, huh? You’ll make sure to have Tsuna’s back. Let’s think of some ideas to propose to the others to incorporate Tsuna as well to the plans.”

“Hahi! Haru would love that! Ah- but is Gokudera-san going to be attending the planning sessions as well…?” Haru asks quietly.

Yamamoto chuckles, noticing how easily Haru showed her emotions on her face. It was clear that she didn’t get along with him and was hoping that the answer to the question would be ‘no’.

Then again, with how often they bicker whenever they’re in the same room, it was understandable that she didn’t like him very much. “Yeah, he’s going to be there too. He’s pretty excited about it, I think.” Yamamoto could tell that Gokudera had a bit more energy and interest in the plans than he normally would in regards to something he didn’t care for, so it was safe to say that he was excited.

Haru’s nose scrunches at the news, but, she knew that Gokudera was a person that Tsuna cared for. He was one of Tsuna’s first friends at Namimori, so Haru will relent on the ‘anti-yankee’ feelings of hers.

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      [A tiny time skip because I can. I don’t feel like writing out the entire planning process lol The time skip is of the actual party itself. Also, a vague reference to ‘Bomb Bambino’ is included.]

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The party was going smoothly and Haru was so happy to see that both birthday people were enjoying the day. Reborn was being celebrated as was Tsu-chan! She was glad that she said something to Yamamoto so they could remedy the fact that they almost threw a surprise party for just Reborn and not Tsuna.

As it turned out, Nana was worried that Tsuna wouldn’t want a surprise party thrown for her because she could be pretty shy about things. It was perhaps more accurate to say that because she didn’t have many friends to begin with over the years, it may end up being more hurtful than anything- but after the behest of everyone, she agreed to also celebrate Tsuna at the same time as Reborn.

She already had plans to celebrate as a family in case Tsuna would rather a more private affair, but with how adamant all the young teens were, she felt that it was safe to trust in these kids to make her daughter’s birthday a special one- and a special one it was!

Reborn had such an interesting idea for party games! It was something about ranking gifts? Reborn had said something to the effect of, “Tsuna, you won’t be able to objectively rank the gifts/performances so sit out this year. You’ll only give everyone a ranking of 100 points.”

The party was certainly a lively event with lots of delicious food, laughter, and the occasional threats. Reborn and Tsuna both got presents or fun performances to enjoy, and Nana could rest easy seeing just how happy her daughter was. All of Tsuna’s new friends were good kids, and she was happy to see Tsuna enjoying life more with her new friends by her side.

Haru wasn’t a new friend, but she came back into Tsuna’s life once she got used to her new school. Nana went back into the kitchen to cook up some more food in her excitement. Bianchi had gone into the kitchen to aid her.

The only thing that could be considered weird about the party was the fact that Haru couldn’t stop looking at Gokudera with squinted eyes throughout the duration of the party. When it was his turn to give Tsuna a gift or a performance, he’d requested that he give her the gift later.

Suspicious.

When Gokudera left the room after Bianchi, Haru followed him out into the hallway to confront him. Slamming her hand against the wall, “what’s up with you, Gokudera-san? You were fine with doing a performance trick with your dynamites for Reborn-chan, but for Tsu-chan, you tell her to wait?” That had to be a bit embarrassing for her, wasn’t it? What, discriminating against her friend?

You think she won’t smack you for that? She will! Still, Haru is a fair person and she’ll at least wait for an answer- Hahi? Why was he a bit red? Why are his green eyes darting around nervously?

“Yeah, he’s going to be there too. He’s pretty excited about it, I think.”

‘Could it be?’

“Are you… being shy?” What was so different between Reborn-chan and Tsu-chan? What was there to be shy about? Was the difference… in the way that he felt between the two individuals? Maybe there was something special about Tsuna?

‘Does he like her? WELL HE’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!’

Really, no one was going to be good enough for her gentle friend, especially not some yankee punk!

Gokudera felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise when Haru hit the nail on the head. Yeah, he was nervous! It wasn’t like he hadn’t attended birthday parties when he was a young master of a mafia famiglia when he was younger, but it was the first time he’d attended a party of someone that he liked and admired.

The lone wolf had finally found a place to call home and it meant so much to him, but he didn’t know how to actually convey it properly. He knew that sometimes he was a bit much with how intense he could be and it troubled Tsuna, but he couldn’t help it! Tsuna was the person who saved his life and the sole boss that he’d ever risk his life for!

He was really excited about the party, but when the time came for it, he suddenly grew really awkward and shy. It was the first time he’d been invited to a party to celebrate someone… someone that he actually cared for. He had a thought in his mind: ‘Do I even deserve to be here? Am I even good enough to be here? What if… by my being here I cause more trouble for the boss?’

Of course, he was still overjoyed to celebrate Tsuna’s birth anniversary, even if he didn’t particularly like to celebrate his own… because it doubled as the anniversary of his mother’s death. He had some mixed feelings about birthdays.

When Haru confronted him, he felt irritated that she somehow got it right so quickly. “S-shut it! I’m not feeling shy or nothin’! I-I’ll just give my gift later! It’s special!” Gokudera couldn’t prepare anything fancy or expensive, because he was struggling financially on his end.

He lived on his own, and he worked part-time to pay for his rent and other stuff. The gift he picked out wasn’t anything grand or anything, but he did spend a lot of time carefully picking something out and he hoped she’d like it.

Haru squints her eyes skeptically, stepping in closer into his personal bubble to stare into his eyes. “Haru won’t comment on whether the gift is special,” Yamamoto did say something about how Gokudera seemed excited about the party… so he probably put some thought into the gift.

“That Gokudera fellow, he’s come all the way from Italy to meet Tsuna, the rumored heir to the Vongola name. He’s always been a lone-wolf, even if he was under the watchful eye of the Vongola, though he wasn’t a part of it.” “Hahi? Gokudera-san wasn’t a part of the Vongola to begin with?” Haru almost expected that he was born into the Vongola with how avid he was about supporting Tsuna to becoming the best Vongola boss she could be. “No, he was around, so he could be watched after he made a big mistake that Nono fixed for him.” If not for Nono acting fast after Gokudera’s confession, they managed to prevent the bombs from going off at the concert hall that would’ve killed everyone inside, including Carlo the performing pianist… and his young son Niccolo. “Why are you telling Haru this, Reborn-chan?” It was weird that Reborn would be telling her anything about Gokudera, knowing how often the two butted heads. “Just letting you know that he’s got a past. He’s been on his own since he was 8, so it’s not easy for him to relate to the rest of you. Cut him a bit of slack.” “Haru can try…”

“Are you nervous because you aren’t sure if Tsu-chan will like your gift? Tsu-chan would appreciate and treasure anything you got her.” Haru had all the faith in her friend that she would care for the thought that went into the gift than any monetary value.

Just knowing that a friend gifted her something made it worth its weight in gold to her.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you, you stupid woman!” Gokudera growls, and for once, Haru didn’t launch her own attack instantly. Instead, she only squinted her eyes even further, her eyebrows furrowing into the center of her forehead.

She didn’t hang out around the Namimori students that much, but she had noticed something in the times that she had- Gokudera cared about Tsuna more than anything, and he really didn’t know how to socialize with others in a meaningful way. Piecing together that he’d been on his own since he was 8… what socialization did he really have when he was probably trying to fend for his own life?

Being under the watchful eye of those that he didn’t view as friend or ally… he could only grow up being on edge. No wonder he was such a prickly cactus! There was probably something deep down where he did worry if Tsuna would like his gift or not… but the biggest thing that bothered him was probably…

“Haru has known Tsu-chan since we were really young kids. If you give her your gift, telling her happy birthday with a small smile, that’ll make her happy. It doesn’t have to be exuberant or anything. Sometimes, simple is best.”

Whether he would appreciate her words or not, it didn’t really matter to Haru, but she hoped that it could help him a little bit.

Before he could say something, “Hayato, stop causing such a ruckus on a good day.”

“Gah! A-Aniki!” Gokudera doubles over, holding his stomach in pain.

“Hahi! Gokudera-san is down!”

The gift would have to be given to Tsuna later, after the party was over. The poor guy was out like a light for a few hours. He had found one of those alarms that girls use when creeps are around and gifted it to Tsuna after he customized it a little bit.

It’s moments like this that it sinks in that he really was a genius to be able to tinker with the device to make some small changes. The moment he heard the customized alarm, he’d come running. It was his way of showing his devotion to his boss and also his consideration.

She may not think too much about her safety now because of how safe Japan was in general, but with the other heirs dying such deaths, he couldn’t take any chances with Tsuna’s safety.

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      [References Volume 5, chapter 2 of the Secret bullet novel series. ‘Gokudera’s Worst Day Ever’. Sadly, I don’t have a translated ver of the whole thing to reference, so I will vaguely reference a synopsis ver as inspo. I obviously had to reference this for—reasons...]

Whatever happened, a whole lot of them were sent to the hospital and of course, that meant Haru came to visit to check in on everyone. Did it mean that everyone was happy to see her? Nope, there was even someone who was pretending to be completely fine- when he’s not!

Haru had gone to visit Tsuna who had been transferred to a different ward because she was so worried about Gokudera’s injuries. His attempt to act like nothing was wrong seemingly had the opposite effect- who knew!

A bit vexed, Haru played a small prank on Gokudera, something that she does when her trolling acts up. He needs to learn a small lesson for being a naughty guy who doesn’t properly take a proper rest!

She told him that he was cursed, and that if he didn’t do something about it, Tsu-chan could end up harmed because of it. To undo the curse, he would have to receive a straw doll from Lambo.

It was supposed to be a simple prank. She honestly didn’t think he’d take it seriously, but she also didn’t know how superstitious Italians could be, so he ran off to fuss with Lambo about retrieving the doll from him.

One thing led to another and somehow there was a giant Kaijuu in the hospital that caused great damage! Haru rushed over to see that Gokudera and Hibari were fighting when the rubble came down because of the giant Kaijuu-like creature. She watched as the two were buried underneath the rubble and she felt her heart stop for a moment.

This was her fault.

Hibari pulls himself from the rubble unharmed, but there was no sign of Gokudera. She hastily tries to find him in the rubble, and when she did, he was severely hurt- but alive. She had to confess to him that the thing about the curse was a complete lie.

“Haru’s sorry! The curse thing was just a lie! Haru thought that it would make you get along better with Lambo-chan!”

“Why tell me now that this is a lie? Don’t worry about me, this is none of your bu-”

“What are you talking about!?” Haru snaps at him, brown eyes glaring into his surprised greens. “IF Gokudera-san is hurt, Tsu-chan would be further saddened! She’d be worried! Haru has to tell the truth now to prevent you from further hurt!”

Gokudera averts his eyes and clicks his tongue. Of course, she only cares because of the 10th. Haru didn’t actually care for him, but cared for how her childhood friend would feel.

“… Haru would be upset too.”

“Huh?” Gokudera was surprised, and unsure if he was even hearing things right. Why would she be upset?

“You may say mean things to Haru all the time and you bully her… but… despite you being the way you are… Haru still sees you as her friend.”

She starts looking around at all the damage around them. She would’ve liked to tell him to go back to his ward… but… where was it in all this damage? Was his ward even left intact? Probably not. “Hah… how did all this happen? How are you going to recover now?”

“So annoying.” He mutters quietly.

“Hahi?”

“Not ‘Hahi’ – it’s annoying! Don’t say weird shit like that, stupid woman!” Gokudera blurted out impulsively. He never really had anyone who truly worried about him without strings like this before. Family was different, as was a boss that he was willing to risk his life for.

This Haru girl was someone that he didn’t really have a solid relationship with, and yet she still cared for his well-being. It left a weird prickly feeling in his chest.

“HAHI! What was that? Haru was being nice-”

“You’re so annoying, stupid woman. You stupid woman!!” The flustered teen didn’t know what else to say in this moment after finding himself incredibly flustered.

“HAHI! Why’d you say it twice!?” Haru was getting annoyed, puffing out her cheeks in annoyance. It was just like a hamster and that just frustrated him all the more.

“I’ll say it as many times as I want. STUPID WOMAN STUPID WOMAN STUPID WOMAN STUPID WOMAN”

How childish!

Haru gnashes her teeth, “Gokudera-san… you… you… YOU’RE THE MOST ANNOYING ONE HERE!”

A nurse pushes through the rubble to see the two teens fighting. “I’ve found someone over here! He looks injured! Get the stretcher! Miss, please move aside so we can relocate the patient.”

Haru clicks her tongue and steps aside, glaring him down the entire time. The two teens were locked in a heavy glaring battle but once they were out of eyesight from each other… Haru drops to her knees and sighs heavily.

It was truly a miracle that he was okay. If he had the energy to bicker with her, he was going to be okay. She was feeling relieved, but the young teen boy was feeling confused and flustered.

What kind of stupid woman is she anyways? What an idiot!

Caring for someone like him? PFFT! What a useless thing, right? He wasn’t worth anyone’s care.

Idiot.

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       [Original content, but set in the Daily Life arc]

Gokudera had finished his shift at the convenience store that he worked at. What a drag, working until this late, but what can he do? He had to make an honest living somehow. He didn’t have anyone who could sponsor him- not that he would want that.

He wanted to live on his own terms and not owe anyone anything.

“Hahi!”

Ugh, it’s that annoying girl again. Gokudera rolls his eyes and he turns around to take the long way back to his apartment. He didn’t feel like dealing with the girl right after he’d finished a work shift.

“Ow! Let go of me!”

It didn’t even take one second before he’d already turned around once more and made a dash towards where he heard Haru’s annoying voice.

Ever the hit first, yell next, and ask questions later- he ran up and kicked someone’s face in. “Let the stupid woman go.” His boss would be very disappointed in him if he ever let Haru get hurt if he could’ve prevented it.

As much as the girl annoyed the SHIT out of him, he did appreciate the girl’s guts. She wasn’t deterred by the fact that Tsuna was a mafia-boss-to-be and remained steadfast friends with her childhood friend. She would always support Tsuna in whatever she was doing, and she was a source of comfort for Tsuna as well. He wasn’t blind to not be able to see that.

He didn’t see Haru as being one of ‘them’ yet, but he wouldn’t let a girl he knew be bullied, not on his turf! When the guy let Haru go, Gokudera pulled her in behind him. “I dunno what your deal is, but you’d better leave things here while you still have all your teeth.”

“The fuck!? What did I tell you? He’s just a regular useless punk who only knows violence!” One of the guys ran over to check up on his friend that was knocked out unconscious with Gokudera’s kick.

Yeah, that’s true, so what of it? Gokudera cracked his knuckles, ready to give the guys a thorough lesson that they won’t forget. What he didn’t expect was for a certain girl to chime in from behind him.

“Hahi! You said it again! How rude!”

He knew that Haru had a temper, how could he not when they verbally fought all the time? He didn’t know that Haru could have a violent bone in her body, considering she never had the urge to strangle the shit out of Lambo when he was being annoying.

The brat has a way of bringing the ‘I wanna strangle something’ out of someone.

Haru walked up to the one who spoke and landed an open-faced slap against his cheek. Gokudera noticed that another of the guys sported a matching palm print on his cheek as well. Context clues helped him deduce that some guys were speaking the truth about Gokudera and pissed Haru off for some reason?

That didn’t make sense. Why get mad about something that’s true?

“Gokudera-san isn’t a useless person! He has a temper, he’s incredibly rude, he’s allergic to being nice to people,” “Hey! Are you done talking shit about me stupid woman!?” “YOU SHUT UP, IDIOT!” Even Gokudera had to shrink back at her yelling at him like that.

Sure, they had screaming matches, but he’d never seen her this angry before. “Gokudera-san is smart, and he is loyal. He is protective and caring in his own way, but it’s hard to see because he’s such a tsundere! He is a grouch, but he follows (most) rules! He’s better than you guys who graffiti the walls and litter!”

“You done talking, bitch? I’m gonna avenge Hiroki!” One of the other guys sporting Haru’s handprint of JUSTICE makes a lunge at her and if not for Gokudera pulling her back, she would’ve stood her ground. She meant what she said and she wasn’t going to back down for any reason. If he wants to hit her, she’s definitely not going down without a fight! She can bite! She has nails that can scratch you up something fierce!

Haru stumbled backwards from Gokudera pulling on her arm towards him. He wasn’t one to let a woman fight his battles for him, nor was he one to allow a woman to get hurt in a battle, even if she did start it herself. (What a fucking stupid woman, right?)

“Stop! What are you kids doing this late at night!” A police officer arrives and the boys scatter, grabbing their unconscious friend and running off. Only Haru and Gokudera were left behind, and anyone could see that this punk-looking guy grabbed a law-abiding school girl. “Young man, I’ll be needing you to come with me for questioning.”

Gokudera being used to questioned for simply existing didn’t even put up a fuss about following the officer. He’d found out that rebelling was far more energy-expensive than cooperating.

“Ah, hello officer-san. My friend here was only helping me from the other boys who were being mean to be earlier.” Haru stands in between the officer and Gokudera, pushing him back with her hand. “Haru understands that he looks a certain way, but he’s really a nice guy, please believe Haru. He’s still acclimating to living in Japan after having lived abroad for so long.”

Would a girl from Midori, an elite all girl’s school really go out of her way to vet some random punk?

“Hey, you should greet the hardworking officer-san properly.” Haru quietly reprimands Gokudera, who nods his head in greeting reluctantly, following her prompting.

Seeing the way he was compliantly listening to her directives, it did seem there may be some truth to her words. Despite how he looked, he probably wasn’t that bad of a kid. If he came from abroad, that may explain his rude demeanor and his sense of style. “Well, be careful next time. It’s getting late, so you kids should go home.”

“Thank you very much, officer-san! We’ll be on our way promptly! Have a pleasant night, sir.” Haru bids a pleasant farewell to the officer and sighs in relief.

“Care to explain, stupid woman?”

“Haru isn’t stupid. Shouldn’t you at least be grateful that Haru got you out of a visit to the police station?”

Gokudera only rolls his eyes in response. Even if they wanted to, they wouldn’t persecute him for anything. Even if they tried to, there would be ways to get out of it.

“They were saying rude things about you, and they said that they’d blame the graffiti work on you. Haru couldn’t stand it, so she said something about it… with her hand.” She shakes her hand a few times before showing him how red it was. She put all her weight into those slaps, you know?

“You should’ve just let them, it doesn’t matter to me what they say or think about me. Building up street cred works for me.” Gokudera scoffs, finding her actions to be such a waste. The more notorious his name was, the less likely anyone was to bother him. The more notoriety he had, the better his name could keep his boss safe. “It’s not worth getting into trouble with punks like that over me.”

Haru put both of her hands on Gokudera’s face to pull him closer so they could be at eye level.

She was annoyed, but not because he didn’t appreciate her efforts. “No. Haru won’t tolerate anyone talking badly about her friends. You may be a rude punk, but you’re not a bad person.” She lets go of his face and puts her hands on her hips, “it isn’t like Haru really thought about it before acting. She was so mad about what they said about you. If Haru gets hurt defending her friends, so be it. She won’t regret it.”

Gokudera flicks her forehead, “idiot. My honor doesn’t mean shit if you have to get hurt over it. Next time, just snap a picture of their faces and I’ll deal with it myself.”

Haru rubs her forehead, grumbling underneath her breath. How dare he flick her forehead? Hmph!

Puffing out her cheeks, she turns away and walks off.

“Oi! Where is your answer, stupid woman!”

“HARU CAN’T HEAARRR YOOUUUUUU, LAA LAAA LAAAAAA~”

“Oi!”

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Neo is stopping here for now. Phew! Part 2 will come eventually whenever I have the time and energy to do so.

[fics-not-tragedies]

January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 4

Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys

Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys x Neo

Tell me something I don’t already know/Like how'd you get your kisses to fill me with electricity?

The crowded rooftop bar pulsated with the rhythm of laughter and clinking glasses. Neo, moved through the sea of people with the ease of a shadow. His dark eyes held a magnetic allure that drew glances from curious onlookers.

At the corner of the rooftop, he spotted you, a woman with a smile that could light up the night. Neo couldn't resist the pull, like a moth captivated by the warm glow of a flame. With a practiced nonchalance, he approached, his silhouette melding with the backdrop of the city lights.

"Tell me something I don’t already know," you said, your gaze locking onto his.

Neo's lips curled into a half-smile, a hint of mystery dancing in his eyes. "How to get your kisses to fill me with electricity?"

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the challenge in his words. "Electricity, huh? You've got my attention."

Neo leaned in, his voice a low murmur that mingled with the hum of the city below. "It's all about the unexpected, the subtle current that sparks when lips meet. It's a dance, a connection that transcends the ordinary."

You chuckled, charmed by his poetic explanation. "Well, then, Neo, show me this dance of electricity."

Without another word, Neo took your hand, leading you to the edge of the rooftop where the city skyline stretched out like a canvas. The night air crackled with anticipation as you two stood, silhouetted against the backdrop of twinkling lights.

As your lips met, it was as if the world around you fell away. Neo's kiss held a promise of secrets untold, a current that surged through you like a gentle storm. In that moment, the cityscape became a blur, and all that remained was the connection between two souls suspended in the electric dance of desire.

When your lips parted, you could not deny the subtle spark that lingered between the two of you. There was a knowing glint in Neo's eyes, as if he had whispered a secret that only you shared.

"Tell me something else I don't already know," you teased, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

Neo leant forward and his lips brushed her ear. "I can read the city like a novel, every street a page, every light a sentence. But with you, my dear, the story takes an unexpected turn."

You laughed and your heart danced to the rhythm of his words. You moved through the rooftop party like conspirators in a shared secret, your laughter and whispers drowned out by the ambient noise.

As the night wore on, Neo and you found yourself on the rooftop, while the city below you was a carpet of dreams and possibilities.

"Electricity," Neo murmured, his gaze never leaving yours. "It's in the unpredictability, the thrill of discovery. Like how the city lights shine brighter when you're around."

You smiled and felt the warmth of his words envelop you like a comforting embrace. Neo had a way of turning the ordinary into the extraordinary and making the city feel like a playground of magic and wonder.

They lingered on the rooftop until the early hours of the morning as the city awoke with a new day. As they parted ways, Neo's lips touched hers one last time.

"Tell me something I don’t already know," he whispered.

You grinned, a spark of mischief in your eyes. "That you're the most electrifying thing that's happened to me tonight."

And with that, Neo disappeared into the shadows of the city, leaving you with a lingering thrill - a taste of the electric dance that had unfolded on a rooftop, where kisses sparked like a furtive stream and the night promised endless secrets yet to be revealed.

Will you two ever see each other again?

[queenharumiura]

Just a small lil thing because I felt like it in reference to: [x] Setting is before they were a couple because it just feels fun to me that way. @whiskeysmulti

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“Good evening! Haru heard that you haven’t been eating much lately so she prepared a bento for you. She also came with a snack for Uri.”

It wasn’t uncommon for Haru to walk up to someone and ask for them to bring out their animal companion by citing that even service animals had tome time to themselves to play. Their animal companions also deserved some time to play or be pampered!

The storm guardian being the workaholic he was, Haru usually ended up bothering him the most about letting Uri out to play. As such her request to see Uri wasn’t met with much hassle. She hands him the bento box as she takes the small feline into her arms.

Uri was the cutest ‘melon’ and she always enjoyed the snacks that Haru brought for her. She walks over to the couch and watches as Gokudera sets the bento down. Something about how he has a lot of work to do and that he’ll eat it later.

Eyes squinting, Haru turns her attention to Uri for a few minutes, making sure the feline got to consume her snacks and enjoy some pets and ear scritches. By now, Gokudera had likely settled himself at his desk, hard at work again.

Well, not for much longer.

‘Yo, Haru! How’s it going? Nice, so—I have a favor to ask. Gokudera’s been working really hard recently and we’re worried he’s going to overwork himself to an early grave at this rate. Can you check up on him?’

The alternative was that they’d be forced to consult with Bianchi, and they didn’t want to force Gokudera to get some rest at the cost of his health. No need to make him pass out from his past traumas.

Haru was not only a caring person but she was extremely stubborn, and she wasn’t one to back down from any fight with Gokudera. She was the next best option considering Gokudera didn’t always listen to the guys when they told him to get some rest.

“Stay here, okay, Uri? Haru will be back soon.” She gives the feline a few more pets before she picks up the bento Gokudera set down and she walks into the room he was working at.

Hard at work, of course. What else was she expecting?

“You really should eat now. Haru doubts you ate anything filling this morning.” She squints her eyes at his response of him doubling down and saying he’ll eat later. Did you really think that Haru will say ‘oh okay, promise me you’ll eat it later!’ and walk off? No sir!

Before coming over she consulted with Bianchi to get some advice on how she handles her younger brother. ‘Nee-san, Haru doesn’t think that your methods are going to work quite the same way it will for Haru…’

Well-! She promised Yamamoto and Tsuna that she’ll ensure that he eats! Walking further into the room, she pulls out the chair from under the desk.

Perhaps, he was expecting for her to drag him out of the office as he seemed to firmly plant himself in the chair. Cue a mental eye roll. Stubborn guy. (She refuses to acknowledge the irony in her thinking such, thank you!)

Jokes on you, she had no intentions of dragging you out of the chair. Setting the bento down on the desk, Haru sits on his lap and wraps her arms around his neck (she was afraid he’d push her off in a knee-jerk reaction, okay!?) and grins at him. She gently holds his chin so he’s locking eyes with her.

“Haru isn’t leaving until you eat the bento she prepared for you. If you want to get back to your work sooner, you’d better finish the bento sooner than later.”

What was Bianchi’s advice you ask?

‘What I do is sit next to him, grab his face so we have eye contact to assert dominance and force him to pay attention to what I have to say. He always becomes pliant when I do so. It should work for you too.’

Well, where could she sit next to him when he’s sitting in a chair? The only option Haru had was to sit on the desk with paperwork sprawled all over it or sitting on his lap. One option posed the risk of her accidentally ruining some paperwork and the other option was simply embarrassing.

For the sake of her mission, nothing is impossible!

It is embarrassing though. She turned to look away from Gokudera and she shoved the bento at him once more.

“Eat or I’m going to feed you myself.”

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An extra lil thing for after they started dating because why not.

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It wasn’t hard for Haru to get Gokudera to eat while he was working. She’d either call him over to eat whatever she prepared for him and he’d comply with her summons.

Yes, Haru has worked very hard to get Gokudera to obey her summons lest he wish to anger his girlfriend over the fact that he was being negligent about his health.

The other thing that Haru has gotten pretty good at was getting time to take small breaks. She could walk into his office and sit in his lap to give him company as he works. He’d be working while she may be reading a book as she leisurely leans up against him, listening to his heartbeat.

What inevitably happens is that she gets too comfortable, and she ends up falling asleep after a certain point of time. Many books have been victimized by the fall from her hands to the hard floor.

She doesn’t know his reasoning for it, but she theorizes that he simply wants her to restfully sleep on a bed rather than sleeping against him. Haru may not be a morning person, and she struggles to wake up, but she’s trained in a new skill.

If she fell asleep in his lap, she can wake up the moment she feels him carrying her to the bedroom. The moment she feels her back touch the soft bed, that’s when she wakes up, grabs his shirt and pulls him onto the bed with her.

“Haru has decreed that it’s time for you to take a short break. Haru isn’t taking no as an answer~ If you dare climb out of bed right now, you’ll regret it.” That was certainly a threat. Haru didn’t joke around when it came to his health.

Snuggling up to him, kisses his cheek and gives him a tiny kitty pout. “Just for a little while, okay? Let’s take a nap together. Pleeease?”

Hook line and sinker.

How can he deny his girlfriend when she gives him a little pout? She knows full well that he sleeps the best when cuddled up to her, so she often liked to offer her company to ensure he got a nap in.

She gets a restful nap and he gets to take a break from work. A win-win situation.

[loserlvrss]

𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ⟡ Mark Lee

( 六月 ). ─────you got my heartbeat to play to your time.

one thing about your boyfriend is that he would always take care of you 🫐📨 엔시티이민형 &fem!rea. ｡ ｡warn. ment. of being drunk, kiss 1THOU one shot, fluff, 𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶.

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It’s a good thing the elevator in your apartment hadn’t gone out yet, otherwise the man on your arm would’ve been upset—though he’d never let you know that.

He just loved you too much for that. And, you kept telling him about how much of a good night it was for you. Seeing old friends and getting drinks. He’d never dream of ruining that.

“Baby,” He stated quietly, pulling your arm around his waist higher, as it kept slipping. “Hold on, just a little longer…why’d you have to live on the 10th floor? Thank God the elevator isn’t out. Is the view really worth it though?” He watched the numbers climb, illuminated electronically above the door.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and though you were hunched against him, you willed your head up.

Deadpanning, you replied, “duh.” To which he just laughed at, “You just don’t get it, Mark! Have you seen it? It’s beautiful! Not more than you but, you know.”

“Many times—actually, I helped you move in, baby.”

You giggled, head falling into his side, “Y-yeah, you did…do you remember haechan falling up the stairs? He wasn’t even carrying anything heavy! Oh my god, it was so funny, I swear I peed my pants!”

Mark thought that, for a drunk girl, you were very good at not sounding slurred with your words. However, standing or walking in a straight line were two very different tasks for you to accomplish in this state. But, he thought it was cute that you thought of him to pick you up and make sure you got home safely. He loved that you loved him so much; shared so many memories with him and were still willing to make them.

And truthfully, he loved you more.

The elevator dinged, the voice telling you that the doors were now opening. Mark braced his arm around you tighter, hiking you up to be, at least a little, straighter.

You trudged along, holding back his attempts to keep a steady pace. You knew it was difficult to move on your own accord in your current state but, honestly you could’ve just fallen asleep on the floor if you fell.

“Work—with—me—here, y/n. Please,” He gritted, practically dragging your giggling figure, “Do you even want to sleep in your own bed?”

Your eyes narrowed soberly, “Are you staying?”

“Will that make you walk faster?”

As if possessed, the thought alone was enough to make you straighten your back and begin willing your legs to move—clumsily, of course, but you knew your boyfriend was still a crutch to make sure you didn’t hit the floor.

He laughed in disbelief, then relief once you two finally had made it to your numbered door. Mark put in the passcode and it chimed with satisfaction.

“You scare me sometimes, baby.”

You hopped in place, the door swinging open with the length of his arm. You slumped against the wall, unhooking the strap of your heels and kicking them off.

“Let’s go to bed!” And when you were about take off down the hall, a hand grabbed yours and stopped you—your feet comically still stomping in place. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked over your shoulder in confusion.

“First,” he started, leading you down the hall; for a moment you thought he just didn’t want you to run but, he turned off into your bathroom. Mark hit the switch and illuminated the room, your eyes shutting instinctively. “Your makeup.”

As if it was a daunting statement, you whined, trying to get out of his grip. “No.”

“You’ll kill me in the morning, babe,” He grabbed your waist, hoisting you onto the counter and trapping you with his body, “It won’t take long.”

Your pinky swung from the porcelain and into his view, “Promise.” You weren’t asking, and that made him laugh.

His pinky connected with yours, “Promise.” He replied adamantly, mimicking your movement and kissing the end of his balled fist.

He got to work, grabbing the remover and a couple cotton rounds. He gently swiped your skin, and you swear your head kept drifting to the side with tiredness. You couldn’t help that your boyfriend was the sole reason you could get a good-nights sleep.

Instead of trying to keep you up, he grabbed it, huffing out another laugh at your antics but, letting you fully fall asleep in his hand.

Mark admired you as he tried his best to get the mascara off, smudging it and making you look a little foolish. He thought you were cute; the way your lips were parted, small snores leaving them. The slight crease of your brows as he put your moisturizer and serums on. He swears he could feel his heart swell, knowing you were just that comfortable around him—so adamant to have him by your side—to have him love you.

And, he did.

He loved you so fucking much. His future was you. If he was your world, you were his sun. You were his lifeline. You were the one person he knew he could rely on without contest. If he was a producer, you were his muse. Everything revolved around you. Even if his thoughts weren’t originally for you, they’d eventually make their way back to you. He was excited to talk to you about anything and everything. He was blindsided by a love as strong as this mutual one.

He’d die for you, and that’s why he lives.

Honestly, he was so embarrassingly emotional right now for you, he could practically feel the tears welling up.

Mark swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbing the other side of your head and watching as you blinked yourself conscious.

You smiled sleepily, “When’d you get here, baby?”

He could feel your arms climb to be around his neck, pulling him and simultaneously pushing yourself to get body-to-body. You always craved the warmth (even subconscious) like you were cold-blooded.

“I’m always here.” He kissed the side of your mouth, whispering against your lips, “Now, let’s go to bed?”

© loserlvrss 2024 / 25. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. reblogs & feedback appreciated networks : @kstrucknet @neocity-net

[luvtak]

depollute me, gentle angel -`✮´- ljn

the feeling of falling in love has never been so sweet <3

genre/tw jeno x reader!! fluff so sweet it’ll rot your teeth! baby & honey used as petnames, jeno being shy and wonderful and in love, minor dreamies features, kissing, the honeymoon phase personified, gender neutral reader! mostly unedited.

w/c 1217

a/n well its been a minute since i’ve written for one of my dreamies, but i hope you like this one <3 i wrote it quick in the middle of the night, and i hope you can tell, its just the tone this love needs 🫀 please enjoy and let me know if you liked it!!

Jeno has never been in love.

When he was younger he thought he might be, a distant memory of a smile, a slight graze of cold hands. Butterflies in his belly and pink cheeks… but those feelings were always fleeting, a quick rush before the fluttering went away.

No Jeno has never been in love, but he think he might be. Two months ago, you walked up to him in the park, pretty lips drawing up; your smile so dashing he had to return it. That smile turned to a phone number, a phone number to a shared cup of coffee—He can’t believe a question about directions have led you here…

You look so sweet under the streetlight, skin aglow and eyes alight.

The pavement is isolated, no one else but the two of you breathing. His hand urges to hold yours, but he can’t trust his palms not to be clammy; He can’t trust his fingers not to shake or the blood not to rush to his face. He wonders if this is being in love, if the feeling always causes discomfort… he wonders if you feel this way too, if the pads of your fingers ache with the need to touch him, the way his do.

Earlier in the night you’d met his friends, grinning the whole time and telling jokes like you’d known them forever. So beautiful, he thought, like a picture that wasn’t finished until you were painted in.

Jeno knows he probably looked silly and love struck, so obvious in his affection that Hyuck made annoying whipping sounds, and Mark pinched his red hot face.

He couldn’t help but smile thinking about it, his lips lifting so high his eyes become crescents—a perfect picture of joy, so alluring you can’t help but ask,

“What’s got you so happy, baby?”

“Nothing, just glad you liked them is all.”

And you did, you liked Jaemin and his quiet chaos, Jisung and his hesitant happiness at the older boys mischief. Yes, you like them, and how could you not when you see Jeno in them all.

He’s there in their laughter and their harmless jokes, you can hear him in them, and you love them for it.

“Well, you love them, Jen… so how could I not?” You see the impact this has on him, the shaky breath he releases into the cold air and the way his strong hand clenches with nerves. He hasn’t touched you all night, too shy and too infatuated, so you reach out to him. Your hands coming to grasp at his arms, rubbing gently at his shoulder blades. He wraps himself around you so quickly, almost like he was waiting for you to say it was okay—such a sweet boy he is, waiting for permission even when it’s always a yes.

You met him in a moment quite like this, quiet and intimate… strangers then but not now.

You thought he was handsome and when he asked for your phone number you were convinced it was a joke. How could someone as lovely as him want to know you? but he did, and now he’s here with you: his face in your neck, and you love him you really do.

You feel his lips first, pressing the sweetest kisses behind your ear and smiling into your hair. Every touch a confession, every caress a promise from a devotee to his deity.

You love him, you love him, you love him.

“You make me so shy, honey…” He says, “so so shy, it’s like I could forget my own name.

“You don’t make me shy… you make me feel alive.” You tell him, and you mean it.

Every moment with Jeno is like accelerating on an empty freeway, like you might just fly if you drive fast enough.

He’s silent after you speak, the passing cars being the only sound around for miles. A quiet so deep, you’d be scared if it wasn’t for Jeno’s strong arms around your waist.

He isn’t scared of your confession; his silence is not fear, it's not doubt, but he needs to do this right. He needs you to understand that he’s new to this, that he’s busy and imperfect, but he loves you. He loves your laugh, the way it’s not pretty or sexy, but loud and silly and so wholly you. He loves the little scars on your hands—marks so old you don’t know where they came from. He loves your smile, your eyes, the way you love his friends and they loved you…

When you went to the bathroom at the restaurant, the boys all smiled at him, but it was Jaemin—Jaemin who’d been quiet all evening—who grabbed his hand and said, good job, puppy , you really did it!

He really did it, he thinks, he found you…

When he speaks again, its with an assurance that's unfamiliar under a streetlight at midnight. So strong with his conviction, your body draws impossibly closer to him.

“I’m so grateful you came up to me that day, y’know. I remember the whole thing, your blue coat and your yellow umbrella… I needed you then, I knew it, I can’t believe how badly I needed you.” He keeps shaking his head, and his hand is weaving its way closer to the back of your head… fingers reaching out to clutch the point your spinal cord meets your skull. “I’m so glad the boys liked you, I don’t know what I’d do if they didn’t…”

“Why wouldn’t they like me, baby?” You ask, “I love you too much for them not too.”

His smile is electric, 80 miles per hour down a dirt road… a smile that makes you feel like flying.

Jeno’s eyes close, laughter so happy it hurts you, and then he’s kissing you. Lips in your hair, reaching down to swipe against the slope of your neck. Butterfly kisses on your jaw, kisses so tender it fills your heart with an pain so sweet, so heartbreakingly beautiful.

When his kiss reaches your mouth, hovering against you and breathing in the carbon your body’s releasing, you wish you could paint this moment—trap it in canvas and hang it above your couch.

“I love you so much, honey, so so much.”

And then his lips are on yours. It’s like he wants to bruise, his kiss taking and taking, breathing you in like it’s all he needs to survive. Every cell, every vein, every muscle and every bone in his body needs you. His heart is beating so fast, he doesn’t know if his arteries can keep up, if he has enough strength to keep standing.

Your blood sings with want, a hunger for his affection that is foreign under this pocket of light.

You love him, you think, you love him and he loves you…

How wonderful a concept, to love and be loved, to have and to hold and whatever nonsense people promise to each other.

You love him and he loves you.

He pulls away from you with a resistance you can relate to, a soft smile gracing his handsome face, as pretty as the stars blotted out around you.

He takes your hand as says,

“Let's go home, huh, wanna love you where it’s warm.”

And you can’t think of anything better.

luvtak 2024

[sunshyni]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ──── CADELINHA

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ────⟢⋮ lele × fem!reader

Chenle era seu adorável chefe — mas sua verdadeira ambição era ser promovido a marido.

.ᐟ fluff, curtinho (w.c — 0.6k) e acho que é só isso!!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ──── ୨୧ ────

notinha da Sun — não era isso que eu ia escrever, mas saiu isso KKKKKK Espero do fundo do meu coraçãozinho que vocês gostem, kisses 💋

©sunshyni.

— Veio buscar seu pagamento do dia 30, foi? — Chenle perguntou com um sorriso debochado, puxando sua mão assim que abriu a porta do apartamento. Antes que você pudesse responder, ele te envolveu num abraço apertado, deixando um beijo leve na sua boca, outro na bochecha e um último na têmpora. Você sorriu, com duas sacolas cheias de ingredientes — os que ele mesmo tinha pedido pro jantar especial daquela noite.

— É que meu chefe atrasou o pagamento — você brincou, arqueando as sobrancelhas ao encará-lo.

Chenle apenas murmurou um “fica aqui” antes de pegar as sacolas da sua mão, deixá-las na mesa da cozinha e, feito um raio, voltar pra você. Antes mesmo que pudesse respirar fundo, ele já estava ali de novo. Segurou seu rosto com as duas mãos, te pressionou contra a parede com o corpo quente e te beijou. Doce. Lento. Como se o tempo tivesse parado.

�� Ele é um idiota — murmurou entre os beijos, mesmo sabendo que o “idiota” em questão era ele mesmo. Desde o começo, você era contra relacionamentos no trabalho — mas como resistir àquele cara? Jovem demais, bonito demais, sorria fácil demais… tudo nele era exagerado. E irresistível.

Ele cuidava das relações internacionais, e você se pegava parada, observando-o pela parede de vidro da sala de reuniões enquanto ele trocava de idioma com a mesma naturalidade que trocava de camisa. Ele sentia seu olhar, retribuía. Você desviava, corada. Ele sorria, porque já estava completamente perdido por você.

Não se viam com frequência fora do escritório, mas se provocavam o tempo todo pelas redes sociais. Era uma dança gostosa, saudável, que te deixava com as famosas borboletas no estômago — aquele friozinho bom de quem tá prestes a se apaixonar.

Ops. Palavra proibida.

— Anda, vai! Termina o jantar. Se você atrasar pro jogo, eu te mato — você provocou, dando um leve empurrão nele.

Ele riu e te puxou até a cozinha, ainda segurando sua mão com firmeza. Vestiu o avental novamente e começou a tirar os ingredientes das sacolas. Você o observou em silêncio por alguns segundos antes de soltar:

— Não percebeu nada, não?

Chenle parou. Aquela era, definitivamente, uma pergunta que assustaria qualquer homem. Ele te analisou de cima a baixo, engolindo seco — o movimento do pomo de Adão não passou despercebido. Observou sua camiseta do Golden State Warriors, procurando desesperadamente algo que tivesse deixado passar.

— Cê tá linda. Cabelo lindo. Corpo lindo. Maquiagem linda. Roupa linda — ele respondeu rápido, como se tivesse decorado uma lista pra não errar.

Você riu, achando graça no esforço, e virou de costas. Foi quando ouviu o som que ele fez ao finalmente notar o detalhe.

— Pelo visto, virei sua cadelinha, igual você é pelo Stephen — você brincou, mordendo o lábio, sentindo o calor subir só pela própria ousadia.

As mãos dele pousaram na sua cintura com delicadeza, e ele contemplou o nome “Zhong Chenle” estampado nas suas costas. Desviou seu cabelo com cuidado e beijou seu pescoço devagar, te fazendo sorrir com os olhos fechados.

— É agora que você me assume? — você sussurrou, quase sem voz.

Chenle sorriu de lado, te virando de frente com carinho e te olhando como se estivesse prestes a fazer uma promessa.

— Não vou só te assumir. Eu vou é colocar uma aliança nesse teu dedo.

[neogotmysam]

free use gf for nct dream….

where all of the dreamies are super disgusting nasty filthy and can fuck and degrade you whenever wherever they want…

casually hanging out together just for jaemin and jeno to pull your shirt up skirt down and eat you out in the middle of a conversation.

purposefully taking you to eat out just so they can press on your cunny and your plug in front of the waiter making you squirm.

waking up every morning with jisung’s long thick fingers in you while he eats you out, all wet messy and gross

falling asleep every night with hyuck’s cock deep within you, cockwarming him all night

them being bored and casually asking you to strip and masturbate in front of them all, cuz why wouldnt you? ur just for their use after all…

force you to wear a dildo throughout the day in both your holes just so you’re nice and stretched all day long for all of their cocks.

jeno and jaemin double penetrating you in the back of the car with jaem’s hand round your neck and jeno leaving marks on your ass.

the only breakfast you’re allowed is their cum….

hyuck gaming with you on his lap and his fingers deep in your messy cunt.

jisung acting all shy before but once he gets a taste of your cunt, hes fucking you on every surface possible.

mark pulling you down onto your knees, skullfucking you. he doesnt care if you gag or choke, hes gonna deepthroat you all he wants.

you’re free use after all, so you dont need to consent you’re just a common hole for them anywhere all the time.

if hyuck wants to finger y/n publicly while you deepthroats jaem, you dont really have a choice, and you love it really.

jisung waking you up shyly in the middle of the night cuz hes just so hard and before you know hes thrusting so deep that you can see the bulge on your tummy.

mark spreading you open on the kitchen table in the middle of a conversation, while fucking you so hard and rough that you cant sit straight for the next day.

hyuck being super gross and disgusting, drinking up all your juices, cum, spit, piss, you name it and he wants it in his mouth.

you’re just their pretty little sex toy, they keep all your holes nice and full, and you only drink their cum whenever you’re thirsty. all of them fucking you whenever they want, no matter where they are, and you just have to say yes, be a tight fuck hole for all of them…..

hii everyone, im samara, this is my first piece of writing, i have never written before so this was really awkward and im lowkey nervouss. i wrote this mostly for myself, hope you enjoy my filthy disgusting gooner thoughts too!! pls share ur thoughts on asks (ps comment if u want a pt 2-)

[neonovember]

Okay hear me out, how would carmen react to someone he's dating being a "picky eater" that has a VERY limited diet due to sensory issues👀

This is totally not self-indulgent /s

Eeeee

carmen berzatto x reader

enjoy some bear fam ribbing and carmen carmen carmen

honestly I think he’d be interested if anything! His mind is constantly on overdrive thinking of recipes and foods and the combinations of flavours, and how to change this and tweak that. He could run on fumes, just a jar of tums and his notebook and spend the night brainstorming dishes. We’ve all seen it, it might be a way for him to distract from the hellish that is his social life outside the Bear, by bringing it home too. So when he meets his girl, who’s got a palate that is entirely different to anything he’s seen before he takes it as almost a challenge to push himself to produce something amazing, creative and yours.

You’re his girl, he has this carnal need to take care of you, and can you imagine if you were nervous or worried about what he might think??? No he’d run his thumb along your thigh, while you're on either side of him wrapped in the covers that were warm from the morning sun and just raise his eyebrows and snicker in that way he does. And it hit him that your exes were dipshits and never listened to you and he’d gather you in his arms and murmur how you could watch him cook for you every day if you wanted to.

And he held true to that, he’d sit you down on the counter after hours in the Bear later that night. You’d sneak in, when you’re craving for something that the places around you can’t offer and Carmen is just fucking itching to serve you food and show off his fucking Michelin talent.

It would be a ritual, you watching and him making. He’d serve it to you all pretty and clean, leaving his serving to be eaten from the pan. And he watches every expression on your face, every quirk and flick of your eyebrow and he’d know, god he’d know what you were thinking in that moment. If you liked it or not, if it triggered one of your senses into overdrive and had you trying to hide the way your teeth scraping against a certain component left you shivering in disgust.

He’d know and he’d rush to give you water and make you spit it out despite your protests. And you shake your head in anger at the things you can’t control and Carmen will sit with you on the floor of the Bear and he’d smile in that way he does, as he’d ask about every part and force it out of you until he’d be changing the meal entirely. 

Showing you the things you can control which was making your boyfriend who cooked for a living, cook.

He’d be protective over you I feel like, after you tell him bad experiences that had ruined your relationship with food. Making sure no one gave you shit about it, always on guard, eyes in slits and voice gravelly when waiters double check your order or look anywhere but their fucking notepad.

The team is a whole other situation… I imagine it to be a whole team involved in a sit down investigation, an entire intervention by them because they are just so confused and scared (which is actually hilarious) that you were barred from eating certain foods or something.

-- -

“Okay, okay, how about pasta alla vodka” Tina muses, a grin pulling at her jaw as she leans back against the cheap plastic chairs that were reserved for the house.

“Nop, don’t like those bits of tomato they leave in the sauce” You shrug, chewing on your straw as you watch the way the rest of the team rears back in dismay.

Tina’s face drops, stubbornly pulling out a dollar bill and slapping it into Richie's grinning face.

“I thought I had it dammit” Tina groans, muttering about losing to a fake Italian divorcee who skimped her out of a chocolate bar.

You're all scattered in the back of the Bear, popcorn and peanuts are littered amongst half emptied bottles of beers on the large metal table that spans across the room. The Bear had been closed today, some sort of team building attempt at brainstorming new ideas for the menu and the Bear itself. 

Much to the annoyance of the rest of the crew, who had to make the commute in a freezing Chicago winter on a day that was supposed to be a break, somewhere along the fights that erupted at every suggestion and the stubbornness that remained in each of the team it did feel a little like family bonding.

At least it felt like it now, as they all collectively came together to study you.

That's where you found yourself, being pulled into the never calm-always-catastrophic environment of the Bear thanks to Carmen. You had protested at first, thinking you would be out of place in the sea of decorated chefs but as your phone dinged with messages from Syd and Richie, the latter earring on a very thinly veiled threat to ‘be there or i'll come and get you’ you found yourself throwing on a too thin jacket and knocking against on the Bear’s ‘closed’ sign after your shift.

You were greeted with the warmth of the Bear, breathing it in deeply before you realised that the smoky heat of the restaurant was as much fueled by the temperamental crew screaming out obscenities in the back as much as the radiator Fak had somehow fixed for the 15th time.

You didn't quite understand how you got here, you in the middle, and the team surrounding you firing out questions about your less than conventional palate. 

Carmen's disgruntled protest against the team channeling some sort of crud rip off of True Detective did little as the team went around listing dishes from escargot to cheese on bread to get your opinion. 

It was downright ironic, you know this. You are someone who couldn't stand the texture and smell of certain foods to the point of having them struck from your diet with a man whose entire life was surrounded by, and birthed from the complexities of texture and taste.

“It’s one of the stables of Italy!’ Richie barks, stuffing the dollar bill into his pocket hile shaking his head. 

The beer he had opened had gone cold in his hand since the beginning of the conversation. He couldn't stop his mouth from remaining hung open after every shake of your head and shrug of your shoulders towards the meals they loved.

You wondered if chefs have the same value systems as other..tightly knit organisations. One where disrespect leads to your swift removal…off the face of the earth. You don’t let yourself forget that they are skilled in the goddamn wielding of knives no matter their friendly chiding, you might be one shake of your head away from being prepared in all the ways you hate your food to be.

Carmen looked at you, his eyes straining across your body to check if you felt uncomfortable. He knew your tells almost as well as you know, and he'd be quick to shut it down and take you back home if need be. But as your eyes meet his, and the squint of a smile reaches them he shakes his head, mouths a “goddamn idiots”, and rolls his eyes at his families curiosity.

“Listen, I get that, I don't like bits of bone in my meat. But surely, for a dish that you know I know you know tastes like the fucking gates of heaven, you can make an exception” Syd blinks, her face filled with expectation, like she thought it was obvious.

You’re giggling at Sydney words, “Is this reassurance for me or for you”

“Me. It’s for me” Syd gulps, blinking as she registers the truth

“I just can’t eat food, no matter how good you guys tell me it is, that fucks up my sensory issues-”

“Alright, yeah, sensory issues, darling I bet if i could bring you to ONE dinner, one of our dinners at Carmen's Ma's we could easily persuade you-”

“Jesus fucking Christ-”

“No, no look Carmen. This is your woman ain't she? How can you let her walk around without letting her taste the delicate crossroads that produce Chicago- Italian cuisine? I mean you're seriously failing-”

“Fuck you”

“Goddamn fake”

The irony of it all was, you and Carmen had both met at a farmers market. Surrounded by food you wouldn't eat, at a place you didn't frequent, all for one particular food you did eat. And somehow, despite passing by 95% of vendors without even a swipe of your eye against their delicate colors and shapes, Carmen had bumped into you.

And he had apologies and you had crouched down to collect the runaway potatoes and fruits that tried to escape through his pouch, and your fingers had collided when you looked up to see the man who had interrupted your 15 minute venture.

Through the blurted out line of apologies, Carmen had stopped and looked at you and tried to reopen his hanging mouth. And you sat there half amused and half worried he was having a stroke.

“I know this is forward and you can tell me to go to hell, but could I take you out sometime?”

You had caught the last of the disobedient root vegetables when you raised your eyebrows in surprise, and let yourself be shocked again as you said yes.

Carmen had nodded and smiled when you told him you weren't exactly experimental with your diet, wanting to get it out of the way when you found out he was a chef and your sensory issues had been a problem for people who didn't make food for a living.

You expected the same ritual, the same dance of having to explain your diet to people and wait for them to actually understand that your pickiness wasn't just the usual ‘dislike’, but a very real thing that impacted how you eat everyday. You had no choice in it, that's what you told them every time and they had rolled their eyes and thrown your words in your face as they compared you to a petulant child that didn't want to eat their vegetables. You sighed and they did too, as they watched you flip every menu to the page for children and you cringed as the waiter looked around for your child and realised it was you.

Carmen was different though, of course he was. He didn't let his surprise go hidden, as he asked about every food you disliked and everyone you did. Noone before asked, they simply resolved to assume your diet was constricted in the small section of the kids meal. But Carmen asked, he did all night when you had brought it up after he asked to cook for you. Sitting on your couch, talking about you, and your diet, and your sensory issues for hours until he knew everything about them.

Until he simply nodded, and wrote something in his notebook and asked if you were still free on Thursday.

Of course the family was teasing, and of course they’d all tweak any dishes you were craving so that they weren't overloading your senses in any way. You’ve got a reserved seat at the Bear, and all your favourite dishes on standby if you ever wanted to come in to find something that didn't set you off and leave you anxious and sensitive.

It gets to an alarming rate of you coming in nearly every other day, in which Richie, Carm Syd and every other person in the Bear constructed some under the table deals with dea by restaurants to accommodate your sensitivities. They all like to feign ignorance when you walk in the next day all smiles, showing off your little takeaway box from the Portuguese spot you had so desperately to try before the stark textures and flavours of the menu you perused dashed the thought away.

Carmen hated seeing that excitement turn into defeated acknowledgement of the barriers you had around food. But also, in the same breath, Carmen knows how certain textures and tastes can trigger you into getting over-stimulated, leading to becoming frazzled and irritated. Which is exactly why he would never let you push yourself too far, supporting you if you ever wanted to try it out but immediately taking the dish away from you when he realised your heart was racing too quick and you were getting stiff..

“Baby, easy. Need you to go slow, yeah?”

“Alright, that’s enough. You did good sweetheart, I’m proud of you. Lemme make you something for tonight though yeah? Something you like?”

The truth was there were going to be some days where both Carmen's creativity, and your sensory issues outdo him. You were okay with that though, you were still catching up to reality that someone loved you enough to fit their life around yours.

And then Carmen copied your meals for a week when you told him this, until the Bear was relying on his memory of taste and you finally agreed that yes, there was no fitting needed.

[keehomania]

JOHNNY SUH (서영호) — FRIENDS

(DRABBLE) ✧.* MINORS DNI (18+)

JOHNNY SUH was completely, utterly lost. he was lost in it, in you, in the sensation of you. he was lost in the way you milked him dry, giving him the perfect view of your tits bouncing in his face as you pressed your palms against the wall in front of you , leaning forward with your back arched as you met his pace with swift, harsh bounces with a cigarette in your mouth. he was lost in the way you moaned his name, begging him to go harder, faster before whispering sweet nothings into his ear to push him off the edge. “tearing my pussy open, fuck,” you purred, your breath hot against his ear as the tip of your tongue danced alongside his earlobe, voice muffled with the filter between your lips. “fuck me so good, gonna make me squirt all over this dick.”

he was absolutely lost in it, letting himself absorb the sheer filth of it all. he allowed himself those few minutes of escape, of temporary pleasure. his hands groped the flesh of your tits, squeezing the soft skin and probing at your sensitive nipples. his mind was a mess as his hands slid down your waist before stopping at your hips, cupping your ass. he leaned forward to take your tit into his mouth, letting the other one collide with his cheek as he sucked around your nipple. his hands spanked the soft of your ass, his thumb coming down to probe at your tight, sensitive asshole. he’d never fully push it in, he’d just keep it there long enough to hear you moan some more, to feel you clench around nothing but his fingernail.

“you’re so pretty,” the praise would always come through before johnny could stop himself, the words leaving a bitter aftertaste as they passed his lips. he hated himself for speaking his thoughts aloud, even if it wasn’t intentional. he hated himself even more when you didn’t respond, flashing him a mere smile in response. you were too lost in what he had to offer, your cunt clenching around his dick as you leaned forward to press your lips to his. you placed a single kiss to his lips, enough to give him a taste of the smoke. you pulled away to press the filter to his lips, watching with hungry eyes as he took a long drag.

it was his favorite part, kissing you. it felt more intimate than the sex itself. he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, he’d always give in one way or another. his lips clashed with yours, melting against them as he cupped your cheek. he exhaled, blowing the smoke into your mouth as his tongue traced your bottom lip. you kissed him with desire, hunger, all the while he kissed you as if you were fragile, like you were on the verge of breaking. “your dick’s so fucking big, ’m close,” you whined, breaking the kiss to press your forehead against his.

he was just as close, thrusting upwards to match your speed. he practically felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as you tightened around his dick, your thighs slick with your juices and spread to give him the perfect view of your cunt swallowing him whole. you were greedy, but you were tempting, so he let you have him. he wanted more than what you were offering him, but he knew his chances were less than slim. he had broken up with his girlfriend and it left him heartbroken, in need of a distraction to fill the void. after a few bottles of beer and hours of consoling him, you had agreed to numb some of his pain, as friends. you had been fucking constantly, as friends. you were giving him everything he wanted, yet he wanted none of it. he had broken the first rule, and he wanted all of you. he hated himself for ever suggesting the entire ordeal, being friends with benefits. he didn’t want to be your friend, and he didn’t want these benefits anymore. he just wanted you.

“cum inside me,” you exhaled, your hair plastered to your forehead with sweat. you had never looked more tempting, riding his dick with a cigarette limp between your lips, tits shaking with every thrust he had to offer. “know you want to, johnny.” of course he wanted to, who wouldn’t? he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in once more as his balls slapped against your ass, the angle allowing him to hit all the right spots.

he groaned in your ear, the sound of his raspy voice shooting straight through your core as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. you could practically feel him coming up your ribcage as he held you close, pounding into your pussy with all his might. the cigarette trembled between your fingers and, soon enough, you found yourself tossing it aside, your limbs too numb to hold onto anything but the weight of your lust. at first, you felt bad, knowing you were just using each other. you wanted to be more than his sanctuary, than his friend, but it was too late for that. you forced yourself to comply, and eventually, you let yourself enjoy it.

“i’m gonna—” johnny cut himself off with a grunt, his fingers wrapping around the flesh of your hips as he lifted himself once more, filling your pussy to the brim with a loud moan. he let go, his cock throbbing with your walls clenching around it as he came inside you, shooting thick ropes of sticky white into you. it felt too good, all of it. he loved how warm you were, how tight you felt, how he always felt like he was breaking you with nothing but the size of his cock.

you moaned at the feeling of his hot cum seeping into your cunt, the scent of smoke lingering in his mouth as you kissed him once more. then, you felt yourself fall apart. you came just as hard, your vision going blurry as you clenched around his softening cock, pussy tightening around it as it spasmed some more, as if to tell you that you had milked it dry once again. you fell apart as you leaned back onto your elbows, spreading your legs farther apart to give johnny one last peek. he saw it, the way his cock slipped out of you and pushed against your slit, oozing with cum he didn’t even know he had in him. he watched the way your cunt throbbed, some of his seed spilling out as you did so. his cock felt hot against your naked thigh, threatening to harden a second time.

the opportunity was cut short as you stood up, swinging you bare legs off the bed. “going so fast?” johnny didn’t mean for it to sound as desperate as it did, truly. he watched as you approached your desk, taking another cigarette from the box and pressing it to your lips. you looked too good to be true—your makeup was smeared with tears, your hair slick with sweat, your lips plump and swollen, every curve of your naked body mingling with the light that filtered through the curtains. you turned to face him with a smile, crossing your legs despite being on display for him once more.

“got a date scheduled,” your tone was casual, as if you were oblivious to the ache that flared up in his stomach as your words cut through the silence. you were, in fact, very oblivious. more smoked passed your lips as you flashed him a smile, tucking the filter back into your mouth as you slid your panties back on. “we can go again tonight if i come back.”

if you came back. it was almost like you wanted him to suffer, but you didn't. it was nobody’s fault but his own. the thought of another man having you in any way that came to mind made him sick to his stomach, but there was nothing he could do about it. you were just friends, after all. so, he forced himself to lean back, crossing his arms behind his head as he forced a smile. “i hope you have a great time,” he lied. everything about it was a lie, after all. you smiled, your gaze alive with light as you looked at him like he was all you had. he was. after all, he was your best friend.

✧.*

[handlemehyuck]

would kill for some of your jaemin daydreams,, he’s my ult and i feel like i can never find good content about him😔 (except for yours of course!!)

really?? that’s interesting to me. hmm… what kind of pieces are you looking for that you haven’t found? i may be able to give you some recs! in the meantime, i hope you enjoy this 🤍

suggestive, pillow talk mdni 18+

thinking about hosting a dinner party with jaemin,,,,a very casual dinner party.

you spent the early afternoon cleaning and baking your mom’s infamous lemon squares. as she always said while a younger you sat on the kitchen counter, helping her add ingredients into a large glass bowl: they’re perfect for spring and always a crowd favorite.

jaemin’s enamored, watching you float around the apartment, your skirt flowing behind you in a beautiful blur of pastels. his heart swells with every twirl as the music playing through the living room speaker guides your steps. a delicious aroma coats your home as dessert bakes.

when your friends arrive, the music's volume is softened. their joy is melodic, laughter harmonious. they brought sides and drinks, jaemin grills meat and vegetables.

you feel like a bad host, disappearing out the back door every five minutes to kiss his neck or wrap your arms around his abdomen from behind. the placement of your hands worries him: “too close to the grill, baby,” and he steps back, looking over his shoulder at you.

you slide your hands into his front pockets. “this was a bad idea,” you tell him, closing your eyes and breathing in his scent.

“yeah? how so, angel?” you feel jaemin’s muscle flex every time he flips the sliced meat, when he opens the foil to check the sliced onions, peppers, and cubed potatoes.

“i’m a bad host. i just want to be near you.” he laughs and the vibration makes you hum, face buried into his back, appreciating the softness of his tee.

“i don’t think anyone’s surprised.”

“hey! what does that mean?”

“you’re clingy.” you gasp, feigning ignorance but knowing he’s right and not at all bothered by the truthful statement. “ok, mediocre host, give me a kiss and get back in there.” your hands find his waist, turning his body away from the grill top.

the kiss is dreamy. jaemin smiles knowingly when you pull away: desire consumes your eyes, drawing your brows together in a silent plea. he pats your ass and presses a final kiss to your forehead before nodding to the sliding door. “i already hid the games. make it through dinner and dessert, and i’m all yours. it’s hard for me too, baby. you’re captivating.”

that night, when you’re naked beneath the sheets with your head on his chest, you can’t help but giggle. “jaem, i think dinner parties are my very own aphrodisiac.”

your boyfriend smiles, dragging his fingernails up and down the length of your spine. “then i guess we’ll have to keep having them. i was ready to cut you off after tonight.”

his confession doesn't surprise you as you trace lines of muscle, comforted by the warmth of jaemin's skin beneath your cheek. “do you think my friends have caught on?”

“would it bother you if they have?” his touch creeps beneath the sheets, finding the swell of your ass in a welcomed surprise.

“not if i tell them all the details. can i tell them the details?” you lift your head and stack your hands beneath your chin, feeling your breasts resting against his ribs.

“tell them whatever you want to, angel. who am i to deny you of material for girls’ brunch?” you kiss his jaw and sink back into your previous position. jaemin's hand moves to your scalp. his gentle ministrations close your eyes, blessing you with another wave of bliss.

“i won’t tell them everything. i never do… some things i'd rather keep between us.”

jaemin would never ask you to keep anything from your friends, but he loves knowing that you do. he cherishes private moments with you, and there’s a special place in his memory just for them.

[fightingthetides]

'small things' for Yamamoto <3

[Original] ||Accepting|| @ukigumos From a meme tag in my other blog

Readmore, because it got long (~18k) when I went through canon source, because there isn't too much content for me to go through in threads (yet).

When thinking about Hibari, you mostly think about his grouchy cat-like temperament, but there are sides to him that make him an interesting person to figure out. Sure, he’s got a temper and sure he seems uncaring at first, but that’s not necessarily true- if you know where to look. Each person has various facets to them, ‘duality’ if you will.

There were some memories that Yamamoto had of Hibari that could give others some insights into the otherwise ‘fightophile’ skylark that everyone feared (for good reason).

To begin with, the time when the Ring battle between Vongola 10 and the Varia were going on, Hibari had left some lasting impressions on Yamamoto. What sorts of impressions you ask? Haha! Alright, alright, he’ll tell you.

During his battle with the Gola Mosca, anyone could tell just how formidable it… no, he was? Man, the arena sure looked intimidating. There were gatling guns around the perimeter that would shoot any moving object it sees within 30m radius, pressure sensitive mines buried underground, and the walls were entirely covered in barbed wire.

Hibari, named the strongest of the guardians, is their ace. The way he walked into the arena so calmly and confidently—man… he’s just really cool! Gola Mosca could fly like some kinda jet pack fighter all Zuzuzuuuuuu, and Hibari went bakbak!

That was it.

So anticlimactic, but that’s what makes him so cool. He walks in, wins without breaking a sweat, and hands the ring off. That really was what gave off a dominant stalking black panther vibe to Yamamoto.

“Now, you, the one sitting over there. Come down here. Until I bite you to death, monkey boss of the mountain of monkeys, I can’t go home.”

This fight was way more interesting to watch. Xanxus stepped on a landmine and used the propulsion to launch himself to the side. He drew Hibari into the line of fire of the gatling guns, but both of them seemed unperturbed by the nuisance around them. The only thing on their minds was to fight- and win.

Hibari managed to force Xanxus to raise an arm in battle though he said he won’t raise an arm. Pretty sure he fought aiming to force him to raise an arm to gnaw at his pride a little bit. Just a theory of his.

Gola mosca started going crazy then after having shot Hibari in the leg.

Some stuff happened after that but… that’s not really relevant right now.

The next thing that happened during the Ring Battles was when everyone was poisoned by the uh… huh, they never were given a name, were they? Whatever it was! They were all poisoned with something that could subdue an elephant- but that’s not enough for Hibari!

Yamamoto distinctly remembers hearing the heavy sounds of metal slamming into metal as Xanxus and Tsuna were having their own battle. That stubborn guy really managed to get himself up onto his feet, beat a pole to death and free himself of the poison.

He then fought Prince Belphegor, the genius. He couldn’t see the battle happening himself, but he knew that Gokudera was helped by Hibari’s quick thinking and swift actions. With him released from the poison, he could help Lambo.

The guy is secretly a team player when he needs to be. He came all the way to help Yamamoto get the Rain ring to be freed from the poison.

“You would mess up the discipline if you die don school grounds. If you want to die, go do so outside.”

That is so like him to say. Yamamoto likes to believe that Hibari was really telling him to get out there and do what he does best: be there for his friends as support. Even though he was beat up pretty badly, he still tried to move- probably to seek the others who were in need of help. That’s when Yamamoto suggested a player change, which he agreed to, handing off his ring to Yamamoto.

In the meanwhile Gokudera saved Ryohei and ye, the rest is history!

The stoic guy may mask some of his concern or care behind Namimori, but he does have the ability to work with others… on his terms. There was something about seeing him beaten but still silently intending to do more made Yamamoto realize just how much responsibility and drive Hibari had.

It was so much that even Yamamoto had to feel impressed by it. That’s their ace for ya! Leading by example, showing the rest of the guardians the kind of level they have to get to.

No wonder he considers them all as weak herbivores, huh?

(ref ch. 118-120, 127-128, 130)

-

What else was there? Ah! That representative battle with the little guys? He can’t forget about the time Hibari really joined another team JUST so he could have his fun in fighting strong opponents and also be unhindered by ‘crowding’. That is so like him, haha!

Hibari came out with a baby atop his head instead of one of his little birds. The resemblance of the two is uncanny, and someone may have leaked the information to the rest of them at one point that the two were actually related. How exactly, he didn’t know, but it seems that the bloodline runs strong.

Anyways, it really didn’t take long for Ryohei to have lost his ‘match’ against Hibari. Yanno how it is, Ryohei runs in head first, forgets about protecting the watch and loses instantly. Really speaks to Hibari’s focus, Yamamoto thinks.

He may like to fight, but he’s goal-oriented. He won’t forget about his task: defeating his opponents. Any opening to destroy a watch will be taken advantage of, even if it means the ‘fun fight’ comes to an end quicker.

“There was actually one other reason that I didn’t join your team… your team is full of people I really want to bite to death.”

Yanno? Yamamoto was kind of excited to hear that from him at first. He’s usually only ever referred to the guardians as weak bugs or herbivores, so acknowledging that he wanted to bite some of them made it seem like he acknowledged their strength a little bit.

Yamamoto really admires Hibari’s strength and his drive, so being regarded as worthy enough to want to bite to death (and it not being something related to having broken a rule to warrant it in the first place) was a good thing.

Okay, it’s also kind of a bad thing, ahaha! Yamamoto doesn’t know how to feel about having Hibari boring holes into the back of his head because he wants to fight.

As much as Yamamoto find challenges to be fun, Gokudera and he had their roles to play as support for their boss.

“You aren’t the same species as me, you’re just bugs. Weak little bugs.”

Ah… maybe he should take that back. Maybe he didn’t quite see them as worthy then. Maybe that’s just him taunting them, trying to goad a reaction out of them to rile their fighting spirit?

You think he’d answer if asked?

(Ref ch. 361 + 363)

-

Hmm… some other memory that made a lasting impression on him? Ah, there was that one time he found Hibari injured and had coaxed him into allowing being escorted to the hospital. On one hand it was shocking to see him injured to begin with. It wasn’t anything fatal, but it was still significant enough to be worrying.

Initially, Hibari was being stubborn in wanting to be left alone, to deal with his injuries by himself- but you know Yamamoto! He’s a stubborn one! Like one of those Shibas who will stamp their butts to the ground and allow their leash to squish their face beyond recognition as their owners desperately beg to go home.

Hibari has a nice view of Shiba Inus, finding them loyal and intelligent- which isn’t wrong! Many know them for their willful nature. They’re quite loyal and loving if you’re close to them.

He still thinks about it every now and then, but maybe it’s the whole tranquility thing, that allowed Yamamoto to slowly coax Hibari into allowing him to take him to the hospital. If you were to ask him, he thinks the big turning point is the apple rabbits. His tune really changed once Yamamoto mentioned cutting some apple rabbits for him.

Not only that, when they approached the hospital, he not-so-subtly reminded Yamamoto about the promised apple rabbits. Guess it’s true that the guy has a soft spot for cute little animals. It as a bit of ‘gap moe’ as Haru termed it.

“Hahi? Sure, Hibari-san is still a bit scary, but when he’s surrounded by cute birds or a little hedgehog, the cuteness factor cuts some of his scariness! He gives into them if they speak upon Haru’s behalf you know? It’s scary and cute!”

When Hibari asked if Yamamoto would allow it to be lonely, he honestly… thought it was kind of cute? For a guy who was a lone wolf and hated crowding, he was quick to suggest allowing the lone apple rabbit to have a friend. He did hear that rabbits were social creatures and should ideally be kept in pairs, and if that was the thought process, it was kind of cute that Hibari would be so considerate towards apple rabbits.

It was like he could see what Haru meant by Hibari’s consideration to cute little animals by listening to them or by wanting for them to have a companion to not feel lonely.

Now if only he could be that considerate towards his human companions, right? Haha! That would be a dream- or maybe a nightmare in Tsuna’s case. Poor guy would probably have a heart attack.

Now, Yamamoto had absolute confidence in his vision. As not only an athlete but a swordsman, his vision and his hearing were sensitive. He didn’t miss the smallest hint of a smile upon nudging the two apple rabbits closer together.

What neither of them would know was that both parties were thinking something was cute in that very moment.

It came as a surprise! Hibari and cute in the same thought? Gokudera and Ryohei both would rush him to the hospital for a brain scan if they’d heard him say so. Mn? Maybe Haru would agree with him?

Not gonna lie, it was kinda nice sharing apple rabbits together. It is possible to have a conversation with Hibari and it not evolve into: Let me bite you to death for [insert some kind of Namimori rule here].

Huh? Cheating? Look, Yamamoto can’t remember all the rules, okay? There are some real arbitrary rules there- like, ‘no crowding’!

Eh? What was so impactful about this? Ahaha! Yeah!

No, huh? Hahaha! YEAH! That’s all you’re getting from him!

Truly, Yamamoto isn’t beating the Shiba Inu allegations.

(Ref thread ehe)

[fics-not-tragedies]

January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 2

Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier

Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier x Neo

I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me/What you'd do to me tonight.

Neo was a complex man, and his presence exuded an air of danger that drew them like a moth to a flame. On the dimly lit streets of the city, he appeared like a phantom, his silhouette snaking through the neon glow.

A chance encounter in a smoky club had brought you together. The lament of the bass guitar mingled with the low hum of conversation, creating an atmosphere that seemed to breathe with the heartbeat of the night. You felt drawn to Neo, the enigmatic stranger whose gaze held unspoken promises.

The two of you found an inconspicuous corner, away from prying eyes, and the sultry notes of the band created a cocoon around you. Neo's eyes, dark and intense, met yours with a magnetic force. In the muted undertones of the music, he spoke words that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me what you'd do to me tonight."

His voice sounded like smooth whiskey and you felt the weight of those words, a strong mixture of desire and danger. Neo's gaze was a challenge, a silent invitation to dance on the edge of the unknown.

You, never one to shy away from the allure of the forbidden, met his intensity with a playful smile. The air between them crackled with electric tension, and when the band switched to a slower melody, Neo held out his hand.

Without a word, you both stepped onto the dimly lit dance floor. The world around faded into the background as you moved to the rhythm of the music. The dance was a conversation between bodies, a silent negotiation of desire and devotion.

As you swayed to the lazy melody, Neo's lips touched your ear and he once again whispered words that fanned the embers inside you.

"Tell me... what you'd do to me tonight."

His breath on your skin sent a shiver through your veins. At that moment, the dance floor turned into a battlefield of seduction, a place where vulnerability and passion met.

The club held its breath as Neo and you moved in a dance that transcended the boundaries of the physical. Your bodies spoke a language of longing, and with every step you two drew closer to the abyss of something raw and untamed.

The music reached its crescendo, a symphony of lust that reflected the fire in Neo's eyes. As the last notes faded into the air, he held your gaze, the unspoken promise hanging like a delicate thread between two of you.

The night continued its journey, and Neo led you through the labyrinthine streets of the city. Every step was proof of the magnetic attraction that bound you together, a force that defied reason and consistency.

In the shadowy corners and hidden alleyways, Neo and you explored the depths of your desires, a journey accompanied by the sounds of bass riffs still in the night air.

As dawn broke and cast a pale light over the city, Neo disappeared back into the shadows. You stood alone, the echo of your night together still reverberating in the depths of your soul.

As the first light of day settled over the cityscape, you couldn't help but wonder if Neo was just a figment of the night — a phantom whose presence had lit a flame in your heart and forever haunted you with the memory of dancing in the embrace of the unknown.

[queenharumiura]

Just a Neo doing a lil test warm up drabble thing. I’ll write another with the other POV on the other blog. Starting off with HARU BECAUSE I AM BIASED.

A part of my test run to see if I think I can feasibly write my newest test muse.

-

“Oh? Yamamoto-kun! Good morning!” Haru waves the athlete down who slowed to a halt to chat with a friend.

“Mornin’! What are you doing out so early in the day? I thought I was going to see you at Tsuna’s place yesterday.”

Yesterday? Haru thinks about it and the recollection makes her shed a mental tear. Haru had wanted to drop by the Sawada household before she had to go, but she got caught trespassing on Namimori grounds by Hibari-san. He gave her a warning and Haru somehow ended up getting distracted by the cute birds he had following him. They were so cute, they would sing little tunes, and they could speak!

Hm? Are the birds more important than spending time with Tsuna-san, you ask? No… but… spending time with the birds is more rare, so Haru has her priorities in line!

Somehow, Hibari-san allowed Haru to stick around and he didn’t disallow the birds from approaching her. Well, to be fair, this wasn’t the first time this has happened, so they were familiar with her presence. She’s been caught by the Disciplinary committee before, and she continued to visit Namimori from time to time. The difference was… she got a bit better about not getting caught.

She’d still get caught by Hibari-san though. He was just that good at catching people, she’d suppose. Haru started carrying a lot of treats for birds around with her on the days she knew she’d be visiting Namimori to offer as a peace offering to the birds.

Basically, on the days she got caught, she’d be told to keep the birds company for some time. Those were the days she wouldn’t be able to drop by the Sawada household and see her lovely Tsuna-san! The travesty! The inhumanity! It’s so mean, isn’t it? Keeping her from seeing Tsuna-san. It’s like… a modern day case of Romeo and Juliet! Except no one is going to die!

In usual Haru fashion, she playfully recounts her tale with a flair of dramatics. A fake, dramatic sniff. “You see… Haru got caught by Hibari-san yesterday. She was forced into servitude for a few hours, so she wasn’t able to find time to visit Tsuna-san yesterday. A shame too, because she wanted to see Lambo-chan and I-pin chan.” Another fake sniff.

The look of visible concern on Yamamoto’s face made Haru internally panic a little bit. “Hahi! Haru is joking, you know? She wasn’t forced to work for nothing. She got to play with the hibirds. They’re very cute, you know?” Yes, because that certainly was what was going to be worrying him when hearing you say you ‘got caught’ by the Hibari Kyouya.

Haru didn’t think that Hibari was that scary. (Don’t listen to her, he’s very scary). Sure, Hibari-san has a temper (as does Gokudera), and he can be violent (so can Gokudera), but animals loved him! Animals won’t be friendly with someone that they deem to be a threat. They wouldn’t willingly follow and cuddle up to a dangerous person. Haru trusts the judgement of the yellow birds that Hibari took under his figurative wing.

The little birds were so cute, and you know what cuteness is? CUTENESS IS JUSTICE! Therefore, if you behave appropriately, Hibari-san isn’t much of a threat.

His temper is still scary though.

“Haha, how did you get ‘caught’ by him anyways? Were you okay?”

Haru blinks a few times in curiosity. If it were someone like Tsuna-san that she was having this conversation with, he would’ve freaked out. Probably start asking her if she was threatened or harmed in any way. What did she do to earn his ire? He was probably the biggest culprit behind Haru feeling intimidated by Hibari-san. Gokudera has also made comments about how violent and difficult the prefect could be to work with. Ryohei Onii-san… well… he’s a special case, and Haru elects to ignore a lot of what he has to say.

A guy who thinks you can pass off broken bones with ‘I climbed a chimney’ or ‘I got hit with a shooting star’ is not someone Haru will take very seriously.

She’s a bit curious about him asking if she was okay, but she simply nods her head. If she had been harmed at all, she would’ve dramatically recounted the tale, so she didn’t think he’d ask about it. Well, it’s Yamamoto, so there’s probably a reason for it. “Haru is okay. Haru has been accosted by the disciplinary committee before for trespassing, but she’s not faced any harm,” unless you consider the harm to her poor, easily frightened heart. She’s allergic to pain, you know? “Haru sometimes drops off some treats for the birds when she has some time, but other times, Haru gets caught trespassing and she’s told to watch over the birds for a time.” Which is the case of yesterday, of course.

Now that she thinks about it, she’s never mentioned this to anyone, has she? Haru Miura is a girl who often likes making new friends wherever she goes and her ability to network was strong. It simply made sense for her to try to get along with the guardians (minus Mukuro) because they worked alongside Tsuna-san, her future husband! Kyaaa she thought it~ There was method to her madness in trying to get acquainted with the ‘scary Hibari-san’ that Tsuna would tremble over at times.

Well, she does remember that one time where Reborn-chan called him over to request help in disposing a body… which he surprisingly didn’t have an issue with agreeing to. Haru had always secretly wondered whether he was playing along with a skit… or if he really had the ability to dispose of a body without it being found. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought.

“That reminds me, you were the one who coined the name ‘Hibird’ for his birds, weren’t you?”

“Oh!” Haru claps her hands with excitement. “Haru has always seen the bird perched on his shoulder or on top of his head. It always calls him like ‘Hibari, Hibari!’ It’s really cute.” She mimics the tiny bird with gusto. “It’s like… a pocket monster. Haru thought that ‘Hibird’ was a cute and fitting name. Somehow the name stuck.” She feels proud in the fact that the name that she coined for the yellow avians stuck. It made her feel like a godmother of sorts to the birds.

Yamamoto smiles in response, “sounds like you’re getting along with him just fine. Just be careful not to wake him. He gets cranky from what I hear. Aside from that, he’s not a scary guy.”

Haru playfully salutes, “Roger~ Haru will heed your advice. Haru won’t keep you from your morning jog for much longer. See you next time~” Haru waves him off so he could continue his early morning jog for conditioning. Haru is on her way to buy a bunch of seeds! There are so many little birds that she had to stock up on seeds every now and then.

It would kill her internally if one of the Hibirds approached her for seeds and she didn’t have any. There won’t be any disappointed birds on her watch! “Interesting, Yamamoto-kun’s stance towards Hibari-san is so different from Tsuna-san and Gokudera-san.” As they say, curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back. Maybe there was more to Hibari than she thought? What did Yamamoto know that the others didn’t?

No, maybe he was the special one? The one con of being such a smart student… was that once your curiosity was sparked, you won’t stop thinking about it until you’ve solved the mystery. Maybe if she observes Hibari-san enough, she’ll understand the mystery. Sounds fun!

[markkiatocafe]

7:30am

a short story with jaehyun of nct 127

❋ warnings: reader is briefly suggested to have glasses, jaehyun calls reader “darling,” teeny tiniest bit of angst but not really (happy ending!!)

❋ synop: after realizing how much he’s been putting on your shoulders, jaehyun decides it’s time he steps up.

❋ pairing: she/her!reader x girldad!jaehyun

❋ w.c: 678

❋ a/n: this idea has been in the back of my head for a while now, so i hope you all enjoy <3 ngl i kinda hate this one but oh well…… jaehyun come home the kids miss you 😭😭😭😭😭

today, you expected to wake up to maybe your blankets being tugged off the bed by your 5 year old, or maybe a kiss on the cheek goodbye from your husband, or maybe, for once, you’d actually be woken up by your alarm. none of those, in fact, were correct, though. you wake up from the feeling of a warm air coming from the kitchen, a gentle steam carrying its way to your nose, that smelled like a mix of pancakes and eggs. jaehyun had made breakfast.

now, it wasnt like this was a rare thing from jaehyun. honestly, he took every chance possible to pamper and take care of you. although, on weekdays, it was kind of a given that jaehyun did not have enough time to make breakfast for the whole family, especially with the amount that man sleeps. so, to say you were confused was an understatement. you sat up, getting out of bed and straightening yourself up a bit (brushing your hair, putting on your glasses, all that.)

as you walked into the kitchen, jaehyun’s face lit up immediately. you were right, he was cooking eggs and pancakes. scrambled eggs to be exact, and pancakes that, albeit a little burnt, definitely smelled good. you took a step closer, eyes glancing between the stove and him, eyebrows tightly knit together in confusion. he loosely placed his arm around your waist, pecking your forehead and then turning back to the stove to flip one of the pancakes.

“rise and shine, darling,” he said softly, glancing at you dangerously as he flipped the pancakes. a slight pang of anxiety ran through you when he did that without looking, but thankfully nothing spilt.

“good morning, jae. shouldn’t you be at work?” you asked, your voice coming out a little harsher than you meant it to. the aftermaths of his cooking were always appreciated, but watching him do it? you couldn’t come out of that without at least having one almost-heart-attack.

his eyes widened at your almost accusatory tone, a slightly nervous chuckle leaving his lips as he turned off the stove, getting 3 plates from the cupboard. “well… i’ve been so busy lately, and i feel like i’ve just been putting everything to do with dani on your shoulders. i hate putting everything on you. so… i called in sick.”

you couldn’t be mad at him. i mean, the man took off work for you, got up extra early, and is currently making your plate for you. but, at the same time, you felt… guilty, almost. dani, your little girl, beautiful, beautiful, little girl, was a bit much at times, but you did love her. a lot. taking care of her was something you enjoyed doing for the most part, and you didn’t complain about it often. but, the dark circles under your eyes, the coat of exhaustion in your voice when talking about her made jaehyun realize. realize how even if you did agree to take care of dani when he’s at work, that doesn’t mean he gets to be at work and then come home and use that as an excuse to put everything on you. he wasn’t going to be like that, never did he ever want that to be who he was. he didn’t want to treat you that way. so, he didn’t.

“jae… you didn’t have to.” you replied, your voice softer, much softer, the regret of your sharp tone was audible in your voice like a police siren miles away.

“but i did. just because i work doesn’t mean every goes to you. you deserve breaks too, you know. parenthood is a partnership. not a fun little gig.” he replied, his voice more stubborn than you’ve ever heard before. overall, jaehyun was a pretty relaxed guy, but when it came to you, he would firmly stand his ground.

you didn’t know what to say. so, you leaned over, pressing a soft but tender kiss to his lips, not needing to say anything else. because you knew you were in the right hands.

[glamourscat]

THE SPACE YOU LEFT BEHIND | NAGI X REO

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAP 298 OF BLLK | ANGST | sorry i had to add even more angst to an already angsty moment bc that's who i am lmao | 1158 words

“I have a feeling you got everything you wanted and you’re not wasting time stuck here like me. You're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened. The world ended when it happened to me.”

Reo’s eyes are in a frenzy. His vision jumps from the big screen, where Bachira is celebrating, to the scoreboard, where the numbers are already burning into his mind.

Isagi. 5. Bachira. 7. Himself. And Nagi...?

Nagi, 24th.

It makes no sense. His heart pounds, breath shallow. No, that has to be a mistake. He turns, searching, but Nagi is still staring at the screen, too still, too pale, his face unreadable.

“Nagi,” Reo whispers. His throat is dry. His hands feel too cold, his head too hot. If he says it out loud, it becomes real. That he made it while Nagi didn’t.

But this can’t be real. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. They promised.

Nagi doesn’t answer. He just stares ahead, his hands curling at his sides.

Reo swallows. “Nagi,” he tries again, this time reaching out instinctively, fingertips barely brushing Nagi’s wrist. Nagi steps back. Reo’s chest feels heavy. Nagi's eyes finally meet him, and they’re sharp, distant, a quiet storm is building up behind them.

“Don’t,” Nagi says, voice firm but barely above a whisper.

“But Nag—”

“I said, don’t.” It cuts through the field noise. This time sharper. Final. Then he turns and walks away.

Reo stands frozen. Something hot and heavy takes place up in his throat and he doesn’t know if it’s anger or grief or something too big to name. His hands shake. His vision blurs. He wants to scream. To run after him. 

This surely cannot be the end for them… Right?

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The locker room is empty when Nagi gets there. The celebrations outside are too damn loud, but here, it’s too quiet. Too still. He sits down, elbows on his knees, hands loosely clasped. His body feels weightless. Or maybe just detached. Like none of this is real.

Except it is. Because when he blinks, all he sees is 24th burning in his mind. Because when he breathes, his chest still feels too tight. Because when he closes his eyes, all he hears is Reo's voice, whispering his name like a plea.

And when the door opens after moments of interminable silence he doesn’t need to look up because he already knows who it is.

“Nagi.” Reo’s voice is careful, too careful, like he’s afraid to break something already shattered. “Let’s talk, okay? We—we’ll figure this out. I can talk to my father or something. It doesn’t have to be—”

“Figure out what?” Nagi finally looks up. His voice is quiet, but the weight behind it makes Reo flinch.

“What?”

“What is there to figure out, Reo?” There’s no heat, just exhaustion. Nagi leans back against the bench. “I lost. It’s over.”

“No, it’s not!” Reo snaps, stepping closer. “You can still fight! You always do, Nagi. You always—”

“I fought,” Nagi says simply. “And I lost.”

Reo kneels in front of him now, hands gripping Nagi’s knees, breath uneven. “I won’t leave you behind.” His voice is shaking. “We were supposed to do this together. You and me—Nagi... please.”

Nagi swallows hard. Because Reo is right there, looking at him like the world is ending, and for a second, Nagi almost believes it too. You and me. That's all Nagi wants. What he had always wanted. Reo has always been the one to pull him forward, the one who believed in him before Nagi even knew how to believe in himself. The one who stayed, who never let go even when Nagi himself did. Who looked at him like he was something more.

And Nagi hates himself for this. Because he wants to stay. But if he stays, he’ll ruin everything. He will ruin the only chance that Reo has and he hates, he hates, the possibility of causing him even more harm than he has already done. 

So he stands up.

Reo follows immediately, reaching for him, but Nagi steps back. Then another step. And another.

Reo’s face twists, something raw in his expression. “Nagi.”

“Don’t.”

Reo shakes his head. “But—”

“I said, don’t.”

And then he walks past him, out the door, down the hall. Reo doesn’t follow this time. And Nagi doesn’t look back. Because if he does, he won’t be able to leave at all.

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It’s too early to be awake. The night is thick and steady in the sky, the stars dim against the city glow. Reo stands outside, his butler loading the last of his bags into the limousine. He should be excited. This is everything he’s ever wanted. It’s been months of training, months of hard work. And soon he will finally get to play his first real game in the World Cup. Then why does it feel like he’s leaving something behind?

“Young Master.”

Reo turns and freezes. Nagi stands just beyond the headlights, hands in his hoodie pockets, white hair a mess. Half-hidden in shadows, looking like he doesn’t belong anywhere anymore.

“Go,” his butler says simply.

But Reo doesn’t  get the chance to move. Because Nagi does before him.

“Now?” Reo’s voice is flat, tired. “After all this time?”

Nagi exhales. “I just... needed to see you.”

Reo scoffs. “Well, congratulations. You saw me.”

“Reo.” Nagi says his name so softly, so raw. Enough to make Reo hesitate. "I don’t regret meeting you. Playing with you. Or…” A breath. “Loving you.”

Reo clenches his fists. “You don’t get to say that now.”

“I know.” Nagi steps closer but stops before reaching him. “I just wanted you to know.”

Silence hangs between them, thick, unspoken. They’ve kissed before. Touched. Felt. And maybe in another world, another time, it would’ve meant something more. But not this one.

Reo exhales sharply. Then, against his better judgment, he steps forward, reaching out. Cupping Nagi’s face, his hands warm against cold skin.

“You’re an idiot,” Reo mutters.

Nagi breathes out a small, tired laugh. “Yeah. I know.”

Reo presses a lingering kiss to his forehead. A quiet, wordless goodbye. And when he pulls away, there’s something in Nagi’s eyes, something aching. But he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. Reo knows. Nagi knows too.

The car door closes behind Reo. The car speeds off in the distance. The city moves on. Nagi stands there long after the car disappears from sight. The cold wind brushes against him, almost a sarcastic, cruel reminder of how cold and empty his life has turned now with the space that Reo left behind. In his life. In his heart. 

And so, just like that, Nagi turns back and walks home.

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[bridgyrose]

@lesbianneopolitan gave me a fun idea for angst, so.... here's something based off her Neo designs.

Neo recoiled as she heard the voice of the Curious Cat run through her mind. Her muscles tensed up, ready to try to fight for control of her body as she swore she was back at the Ever After. Her heart raced when she heard a footstep behind her in the empty mansion, her own body turning to try to see who or what was behind her. She felt someone grab her arm and on instinct, all she could do was use her claws to swipe at them, only to freeze when she heard Ruby’s familiar scream. 

It was the sound of blood hitting tile that finally grounded her, pulling her back to the kitchen she stood in. Then, the smell of blood finally hit her, almost making her stomach churn. And yet, all she could do was stare at the deep cuts on Ruby’s arm as she tried to stop the bleeding. 

“Its okay, I know you didnt mean it this time,” Ruby said quietly as she ran water over her arm to clean it before bandaging it up. “It uh… it must have been bad this time.” 

Neo nodded quietly and slowly, looking at the blood on her nails. These episodes, as Ruby had put it, were starting to become more frequent and it felt like she was losing herself once more. But this time, she couldnt tell if it was to herself, or to whatever the Cat had made her. 

Her ears twitched as she heard Ruby cut some gauze to wrap around her arm. She couldnt seem to find it in herself to look at her, not wanting to see the disappointment or anger she must have felt. All she could manage to do was use her semblance to hide the cat features she had… to appear as normal as she could instead of the monster she’d become. 

Ruby gave a quiet grunt as she finished tying up her wound. “There, that should stop it until it can heal.” She then gave a quick look at Neo. “You know you can talk to me about it.” 

“You should hate me," Neo signed slowly as she caught a glance of her reflection on a spoon. She used her semblance to hide the cat features and relaxed a bit when she saw herself as normal again. “I hurt you again-”

“And I’ve accepted that having you in my life again is going to hurt,” Ruby interrupted her, her voice almost seeming to hesitate as she spoke. “What you’re going through… what the Curious Cat did to you… you shouldnt have to go through that alone. I want to  be here for you.” 

Neo flinched as she felt Ruby’s hand on her shoulder. She didnt… couldnt… understand why Ruby was being so nice to her after everything she put her through. And yet, as Ruby’s hand pulled away, she did feel like she had someone she could trust again. Someone that would be by her side. 

And then she grabbed Ruby’s wrist. 

She didnt want to be alone anymore. She had wanted Ruby to stay but she didnt have the words for it. Her whole body still felt tense, her fingers shook too much to sign accurately, and as she tried to grab her scroll, she couldnt seem to get her fingers to grip it like she was supposed to. All she could manage to do was hold Ruby’s wrist as her body started to shake. 

“I’m not planning on leaving,” Ruby said quietly as she freed her wrist. “I’m just going to sit down. You can join me if you’d like.” 

Neo shook her head at first, not wanting to hurt Ruby anymore, but then paused and slowly nodded as she followed Ruby to the couch. Even as she sat down, she kept her distance from Ruby and took a few deep breaths to calm her heart. The Curious Cat was gone, she was home in a rebuilt Vale…

She was safe. 

Her ears twitched once more as she heard Ruby start to move closer, but this time, she didnt try to move away. Even as she flinched again when she felt Ruby’s arm around her, she leaned into the touch and let her semblance drop. She felt Ruby’s fingers run across her back and she couldnt help but relax into the touch. 

Ruby gave her a soft smile. “I dont understand everything you went through with the curious cat, but I do want to be here for you. And when you’re ready, you can talk to me.” 

Neo felt her heart start to race as Ruby spoke, her body tensing up once more. On instinct, she pulled away and rushed to the room she was staying in, slamming the door shut as she tried to take a few deep breaths. This feeling was different from before. No panic, no pain, just her heart racing uncontrollably. 

“Neo?” Ruby asked through the door. “Are you okay?”

Neo didnt answer, sliding down the door until she held her knees to her chest. Her nails dug into her skin as her mind raced. She wasnt ready for this. Pain and loneliness she could handle, the panic attacks were rough, but she could survive them. But this? 

She wasnt ready to be loved.