#apologies for the state of these i have a meeting with my boss in *checks watch* right now

[diadraws]

*knocking on mlb fandoms door* what if theyre dating as civilians but are rival supervillains who wanna steal each others miraculous to make the wish. and they fucking ahte eachother. where are you going come ba

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄBonten’s Property 2ꨄ

Part One

Yandere Bonten Au

❦You pick up your boss and fellow executives from the club❦

❣︎Yall asked for it so here's a short after the storm❣︎

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Bonten’s Property 2

This can’t be.

Your body shivers as you hold your knees against your chest, eyes widened as you rock back and forth slowly. Your heart pounds as your cold body contrasts with the sweat dripping down your forehead. Your fear came true. They found you.

All the therapy in the world couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia. No matter how many times you checked your surroundings, your friends and deceased boyfriend comforted you, deep down you knew that your fate lies with them. You thought they’d kill you. You thought that once you were found you would be tortured to death. They might as well considering they stripped your life from you. Slaughtering your boyfriend as well as forcing you to cut contact with the world and abducting you.

Your nails leave indents on your legs, your grip tightening as the shackles of the cuffs jingle, the cold metal scraping against your exposed skin. You couldn’t help the feeling of anger that merged with your despair. It wasn’t fair. How dare they take the life you created for yourself after you escaped? What gives them the right to continue taking from you?

You ignore the dried blood and stench of old flesh that meets your nostrils, bile forming in your throat as you shake your head. Your eyes are dry of anymore tears leaving the residue trail down your cheeks. You hadn’t seen them since you woke up in this room. You had no sense of time but it had to be days that you’ve been left in one of the familiar torture rooms with little food and water.

You gag when the memory of your boyfriend’s decapitated head comes into picture, Rin’s feet rolling the head side to side as he waits for your presence. As if his skull was a ball. The pain in your stomach increases as you struggle to release the liquid from your body, nothing coming up.

You keep your head down when you hear the creaking of the door opening and closing. Quiet footsteps follow as one person enters. You ignore their presence as they squat next to you, kneeling with food on a plate.

“Y/n.” You close your eyes, hoping that if you continue to ignore the person they will leave and allow you to starve to death. They sigh before two fingers are placed under your chin, forcing you to move your head though your eyes continue to stare ahead. You felt food against your lips, turning your head away.

“I’m not gonna force you to eat, but if I have to get Sanzu or Mikey in here, you’re not gonna like it.” Kazutora states with a stoic expression as he continues to hold the end of the chopsticks against your lips. You scowl.

“Go ahead. Let them kill me.” You growl. “I’d rather be in hell than here!” Your grip tightens around your legs once more. He shakes his head.

“You’re only going to make things worse for yourself if you keep acting like this.” He lowers the food to his lap.

“How else am I supposed to act?” You hissed. “Do I need to remind you what you all did to me?”

He sets the food on the ground next to you before standing from the ground. He heads to the door and turns back slightly to look at you.

“If you don’t get your act together, you’ll never leave this spot.” The door shuts behind him as the tensity in your body leaves. You allow a large breath to release as you lean your body against the wall behind you.

It didn’t take long for the door to slam open. What you didn’t expect was for the pink haired fiend to be dragging someone in by their arm before throwing them to the ground with a loud thud, Mikey following behind.

The person’s voice was muffled under the brown sack as they grunted when they attempted to reposition themselves. Sanzu forces them to sit up, facing you before he snatches the sack off. You gasp when you and your bruised up friend make eye contact.

“Y-Y/n, w-what’s going on?” They cry out.

“F/n?” You say breathlessly in disbelief. Your eyebrows furrowed as you look at Mikey. The click of the gun in Mikey’s hand echoes throughout the room. He nods his head toward Sanzu.

You gasp after he pulls his arm pack and lands a harsh punch against your friend’s face, forcing blood out of their mouth as their face is turned to the side. He grabs them by the shirt and lands another punch causing them to drop to the floor when he releases them. He yanks them up by their hair and connects his fist with their nose twice as they cry out and gurgle on their own blood, teeth damaged as they scrunch their eyes in pain.

“Stop! Please!” You were only ignored as he continued to land punch after punch before giving a final kick to their stomach as Mikey held his hand up to halt Sanzu’s attack.

“You want freedom?” Mikey questions with his dark eyes boring into you with nothingness. You nod frantically.

“Then it’s your choice.” He says before aiming the gun to your friend.

“I’ll kill them and let you go.” He then turns the barrel of the gun to you. “Or I kill you and let them go.”

You freeze as your friend releases shaky sobs at the sound of their fate. Neither option is fair for either one of you. The decision isn’t hard logically, but morally is the struggle.

“Mikey, please.” You beg, despite knowing that there’s no changing his mind.

“Y/n, please! I-I don’t want to die.” Your heart pounds faster as your breathing becomes ragged.

“I-I…”

“Don’t keep the King waiting, Y/n. Hurry up and choose.” Sanzu smirks.

You tried so hard to rid yourself of this lifestyle. To rid yourself of them. It would only be fair for you to get a second chance to rebuild once more. Then again, your friend was brought into this by being involved with you. It’s your fault that they’re in this predicament. It would only be right to take the fall as much as it sucks. You’ve already accepted that you will die by their hands at some point. At least you’d be free either way.

You lower your head. “Kill me.” You whisper, awaiting your fate. You flinch when a gunshot echoes through the room, looking up in confusion when you hadn’t been impacted. You gasp as you eye your friend struggling to breathe with blood pooling under them.

“N-no! I didn’t…!” You were cut off by another gunshot, your leg numbing before you felt an agonizing pain shoot up your thigh, body trembling as you stare wide eyed at the display.

Another shot rings out after the other as your friend’s body stills, shot by your former boss as you grunt and cry out in pain. You were so caught up by the blood staining your clothes that you didn’t hear the door open. You hadn’t even realized that anyone else was in the room until you were unshackled and lifted from the ground while breathing heavily as you tried to mask the pain.

“You reek.” Rin says as he stands beside his older brother who holds you bridal style.

“Ah Rin, don't be so mean. She still looks pretty with all this blood on her.” Ran smirks as he carries you out of the room.

“You should behave, Y/n. I wanna play with our doll again.” You’d eye them with disgust if you weren’t focused on the pain throbbing from your leg’s wound. Your vision began to blur as you entered the hallway, the black dots connecting as you’re engulfed with darkness.

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

Love You Twice

Huh Yunjin x Reader

GENRE: fluff

TYPE: One Shot

Inspired by: Love You Twice - Huh Yunjin

"Hello, is anyone here?"

A loud voice echoed from the front of the shop, accompanied by the obnoxious ringing of the bell you had left on the counter. You groaned internally, hoping for a slow day since you were still recovering from a severe cold from last week. Unfortunately, your manager refused to give you another day off, so you found yourself pathetically hiding in the storage room, seeking a few moments of respite.

"Hellooooo," the voice called out again, causing your headache to intensify. 

"Yes, I'm here," you sighed, getting up and dusting off your pants. "Please give me a second."

Stepping out of the backroom, you came face to face with a girl, likely around the same age as you. She wore black-framed glasses, a face mask, and a black fisher hat.

"What can I get for you?" you asked, mustering a smile while trying to stave off your fatigue.

"Hmm…Can I have a cinnamon churro and a cup of iced Americano?" The girl stared at you curiously, her wide brown eyes fixated on your every move. After taking her money, you began preparing her order as she settled into a corner table, taking off her hat and face mask.

You set your phone on the speaker and played the hottest Korean hits on Spotify. There was something about the mysterious girl that made you think she would enjoy some K-pop songs while she waited. And indeed, when you brought her order to the table, she was fully immersed in dancing to Fearless, which you found adorably funny.

"Quite a dancer you are," you laughed, setting her food down.

The girl blushed and quickly switched off the camera she had set up in front of her.

"Thanks for the food," she said shyly, hiding her smile behind her coffee cup.

"It's no problem! Enjoy," you replied, slowly retreating back to the kitchen. "Feel free to record or film anything you want. I'll be back here if you need me."

You could tell from her poised and polite demeanor that she might be an idol or celebrity. With her large brown eyes, luscious lips, and slender build, she stood out as someone more than just an average customer.

In the backroom, you struggled to stay awake, listening to muffled sounds of the mysterious stranger talking to her camera. 

"Hey," her sonorous voice echoed from the front of the shop again, pulling you out of your half-asleep state. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah, what can I do for you?" You quickly stood up, wiped your hands on your apron, and walked to the counter.

She gave you an awkward smile, hesitating before speaking. "Could you, you know… sit and talk with me? I'm feeling a bit bored."

You checked the clock on the wall before replying, "I don't get off until another five hours."

She pouted, "There hasn't been another customer after me, though."

You raised your eyebrows, "My boss would be offended."

"No, sorry," she panicked, "I didn't mean that no one wanted to come. I mean, the food is great. You're great, and I…"

She cut herself off, catching you laughing at her.

"Nevermind," she muttered with a huff, turning back to her table.

"Hey, I'm sorry," you called out. "I can't sit down with you because my manager checks the CCTV, but I can make it up to you with another cup of coffee. We can talk while I make it."

The brunette nodded, satisfied with your apology, and sat herself on the stool in front of the counter. There was something about you that made Yunjin want to spill her thoughts to you at the first chance; you looked like someone she could trust without hesitation. She had been stealing not-so-subtle glances at you ever since she first entered the store, though you didn't seem to notice.

"I never caught your name," you said, grabbing an empty cup.

"It's… Jen," she said hesitantly.

You sensed her reluctance, possibly due to her fame, so you respected her privacy and didn't press further.

"Nice to meet you, Jen. My name is Y/N," you said, reaching out to shake her hand. She warmly shook your hand, leaning slightly over the counter to give you her best smile with her tongue stuck slightly out between her teeth. 

"Well, Jen, how do you want your coffee? Iced or hot?" you asked, a bit starstruck by how alluring she was, shyly smiling and looking at you under her long curled lashes. 

Her confidence boosted at your reaction to her harmless flirting, and she winked, saying, "Steamy hot."

You snorted, trying to shake off the shivers she sent down your spine. "Coming right up."

The three hours spent with Jen were surprisingly effortless. Beyond her flirtatious facade, she proved to be easy to talk to and incredibly down to earth. She eventually confided in you, admitting that she was an idol of one of Hybe's biggest girl groups, but you treated her just like any other customer, and she appreciated that. During your conversation, she opened up about the challenges of being an idol and shared more personal aspects of her life. It felt like you had known each other for lifetimes and were just catching up on recent events.

Despite knowing that she shouldn't be sharing such personal thoughts with a stranger, Yunjin couldn't help but fall for you. Those short hours were enough for her to fall for you, and she desperately tried to memorize every detail about you within that limited time. The way your hair fell into your eyes, the concern you showed when she mentioned stalkers following her home, the way you laughed at her jokes, and how you blushed at her flirtations—all of it left an indelible impression on her. She knew that this encounter was a one-time thing, and she should forget about you after today, but she couldn't help longing for the possibility of your lives intertwining in the future.

The soft tinkle of the door opening snapped both of you back to reality. You had unconsciously drawn closer as you talked, your forearms almost touching across the counter. Quickly straightening up, you cleared your throat, trying to break free from the trance Jen had somehow pulled you into just by her presence alone. Jen seemed to be equally entranced, shaking her head slightly as she took a sip from her nearly empty mug.

A young girl in her teens bounced into the cafe with glee, her face lighting up with a wide smile.

"Anneyonghaseyo," she greeted you with a bow before turning to Jen. 

"Unnie! I've been looking all over for you." She launched herself at Jen, and you could see the affection between them. “Manager-nim wants us to go back.”

"Oh, okay," Jen replied, her expression slightly disappointed that her time with you was coming to an end. She wished she could spend a lifetime with you, but she knew it wasn't possible.

"Do you want something to go, Manchae?" she asked the younger girl, hoping to prolong her time in the store, even if only for a few more minutes.

"Oooh yes, can I get a chocolate muffin?" Eunchae's eyes lit up at the mention of food.

"One chocolate muffin coming right up," you grinned, heading back to prepare her order.

As you turned away, Eunchae couldn't help but tease her unnie, repeatedly turning her head to look at Jen and then at your silhouette. Yunjin blushed and playfully pushed the taller girl away, not used to this kind of attention.

"Here you go," you said, handing the bag to Eunchae.

As Yunjin reached into her bag to pay, you raised your hand to stop her. "It's on the house."

Yunjin opened her mouth to argue, but you insisted. "As you said, we don't really have that many customers here," you winked, "I'll have to throw them out anyway."

She blushed deeper at the reference of her embarrassing mistake earlier, and you quickly assured her you were joking. Your playfulness only made her blush more, and you found her intriguing—so confident and flirty one moment, and a shy mess the next.

"I'll see you around, Y/N," Yunjin said, extending her hand once again for a shake. She just wanted some kind of physical contact with you, and her hand lingered slightly longer than usual during the handshake. "Thanks for keeping me company."

"It was nice talking to you, Jen," you replied, shaking her hand warmly. You felt a pang of melancholy as this beautiful girl you had just met was leaving. "And it was nice to meet you too, Eunchae."

Eunchae was beaming, fully aware of the conversation happening in front of her. She knew Yunjin had difficulty connecting with people and had remained single for years despite having a long line of admirers. If this cute barista was the one to win over Yunjin’s heart, the maknae was determined to support your happiness. And she usually got her way.

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For the past several weeks, Eunchae had been giving Yunjin a headache, constantly thinking of ways to persuade her to visit your coffee shop. The rest of the girls caught on to Eunchae's antics, and they joined in, playfully teasing the blonde and suggesting your coffee shop at every opportunity.

Whether it was rain or shine, hunger or thirst, the girls managed to steer the conversation back to you whenever they could.

"Unnie, I'm hungry. I want the muffins at Y/N's."

"Where do you want to hold your birthday party, Chae?"

"Hmm… is Y/N's open?"

"Sakura unnie, let's get drinks tonight."

"Yesss, do you think Y/N's sells soju?"

It was all in good fun, and Yunjin couldn't help but get flustered whenever your name was brought up. However, she stubbornly resisted their suggestions and ignored the members whenever they proposed visiting your shop. The girls were genuinely curious about you, so they convinced Eunchae to take them to your shop during their days off. There, they could see why Yunjin was so enamored with you. Your sweet and soft-spoken demeanor balanced the idol perfectly. 

The girls continued to come up with various schemes to turn their favorite not-couple into an actual couple, but despite their efforts, nothing seemed to work. However, as it turned out, they didn't even need to put in all that effort.  Yunjin and her clumsy self, would end up making a mess and visiting you herself to solve the problem. 

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Your Monday started off badly. You had just finished a painful statistics class, and your professor grilled you for accidentally falling asleep. It wasn't entirely your fault; the professor had a monotone voice that could put anyone to sleep, talking about magic in a world filled with numbers. Nonetheless, he kept you after class for a whole hour, scolding you with his tone-deaf voice repeatedly.

This left you in a rush to get to the coffee shop without having the chance to grab lunch. You knew your manager would be furious if you were late.

Entering the shop through the back door, you hastily grabbed your apron and hair tie, rushing to the front. Your good friend and coworker, Wheein, leaned on the counter, teasing you with a playful smile as you tried to catch your breath.

"You're really unfit," she calmly remarked, her dimples showing as she teased you.

"Shut…" you panted, "...up."

Wheein laughed and poured you a cup of water.

"There are a bunch of people outside our store today," she said casually, her fingers tapping on the spotless counter.

Furrowing your brows, you looked outside the glass windows and saw groups of people peeking into the store, some even taking photos. You were puzzled as to why they were there.

"What are they doing here?" you asked.

Wheein shrugged, "No idea, I didn't ask. They've been there since I opened, but they never came in."

Just then, three girls entered the store, giggling and looking at you. They whispered among themselves before walking towards the counter.

"Annyeonghaseyo," the first girl said, and the other two burst into a fit of giggles.

"Um, annyeonghaseyo," you blinked, feeling slightly awkward. "What can I get you?"

"Three cinnamon churros and three iced Americanos, please."

You quickly rang up their order while Wheein started working on the drinks. As you prepared the churros, you could hear whispers and the sound of camera clicks from the girls.

Before you could ask what was going on, a few more people entered the store, all behaving similarly to the first group of girls—whispering and looking at you curiously before placing their orders.

"This is crazy," Wheein muttered, just as confused as you. The shop had never seen so many people at once, and they all seemed to be waiting for you before coming in. "Are you a celebrity or something?"

You shook your head, “If I was, I wouldn’t be working part-time in this shitty store with you.”

The blue haired girl chuckled and playfully nudged you, before efficiently handling the growing number of orders.

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a blur. A line formed outside the coffee shop as customers continued to flow in endlessly. You made more churros in four hours than you had in your entire two years of working part-time at the shop. The sudden rush of customers had turned your ordinary day into a surprisingly eventful one, and you couldn't help but wonder what had caused this unexpected influx of people.

It was like this for the rest of the week. Whenever you weren't working, a bunch of people would gather outside the store, and groups of fans would squeal and whisper when they saw you working. Some people even asked for selfies, which you politely declined, but that didn't stop others from sneaking photos of you as you worked. Your manager had caught on to this phenomenon and decided to schedule you to work every day that week, without any sort of raise, and extended the closing time to nine p.m. instead of the usual five p.m.

It turned out that a famous food sharing account had posted something about the coffee shop you worked at, which explained the influx of customers. But for you, it felt more like a punishment than a reward, as it brought only exhausting shifts and the constant invasion of your privacy.

Sighing, you rested your head on one of the tables you were cleaning up. It was Saturday night, and you had finally closed the store after a hectic day, serving hundreds of people all by yourself. Wheein was sick and couldn't make it to her shift, leaving you to handle everything alone.

As you closed your eyes for a moment to daydream about Jen, the alluring girl whose image had been visiting your dreams for months, the familiar sound of the door opening made you jump up. You cursed yourself internally for forgetting to lock the door after closing hours.

"Sorry, we're clo—" Your words caught in your throat as your eyes met the captivating pair of brown eyes that had haunted your thoughts ever since your last encounter.

"Jen," you said breathlessly, thinking you'd never see her again, at least not in person. After all, she was a famous idol, and her group's newest comeback had topped the charts.

"Hey, Y/N," Yunjin's eyes crinkled as she smiled at you. Her hair was now dyed a dark shade of brown, and she was dressed in a casual sweater and jeans, still as breathtakingly beautiful as ever.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, genuinely surprised to see her in your store again after months of no contact.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?" Your concern for her warmed her heart, sending tingles down her spine. Seeing you in person again, after months of longing, brought all the feelings she had tried to keep at bay rushing back without control.

She stepped closer to you to grab your hands, “I’m here to apologize.” 

"For what?" you inquired, your cheeks tinged with a shade of pink from the touch of her hands.

“For the post.”

“Jen, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Yunjin took a deep breath, mustering the courage to share her most embarrassing secret.

"I have a finsta account where I rate the churros that I try," she confessed, looking a bit bashful. "And someone found out it was me running the account. My fans have been visiting all the places I posted about."

"You're the reason why I've been working my ass off this week?" you blurted out ridiculously.

"Yes," Yunjin whispered, hanging her head and still holding onto your hands. "I'm sorry."

You were silent for a few seconds, and Yunjin feared she had upset you. But then, you started shaking, and soon you were laughing uncontrollably. She was confused at first but couldn't help but smile as she joined you in a fit of giggles.

"You're so lame," you gasped out between laughs. "A churro rating account?"

"What?" Yunjin pouted, her nose scrunching. "I love churros."

You were once again captivated by this girl standing in front of you. In front of thousands of people, she was Huh Yunjin, the talented idol topping charts and taking home awards. But here, with you, she was a dorky girl with a cute smile and a loud voice.

“Do you want some?” You said, “I made a few extra today.”

Yunjin nodded enthusiastically, always ready for a few tasty treats. "I am really sorry for the trouble it has caused you," she said once you came back with a bag of churros.

"It's fine," you shrugged. After all, it wasn't really Yunjin's fault. She was just a woman who liked her churros.

"Let me make it up to you," Yunjin suggested, her eyes slightly closed in anticipation. “Let me take you out for dinner today.”

She had decided it was now or never, after months of thinking about you. She couldn't ignore her feelings any longer, especially after seeing your pictures all over social media with her fans calling you hot, bringing out her possessive side. She was lovesick, and the only cure was you. 

After what felt like hours, you finally said, "Sure. Let me finish cleaning up, and we can go."

Yunjin did her best to help with the cleaning, and within half an hour, you found yourself sitting in her car as she drove you to get, as she put it, the best pizza to ever exist in the world.  As the car moved along the city streets, you found it hard to tear your eyes away from Yunjin's side profile. The way she furrowed her brows in concentration, the slight tilt of her head as she listened to the music, it all felt incredibly endearing. You couldn't help but feel a strong attraction to her, and the desire to lean over and kiss her grew with each passing moment.

At a red light, Yunjin turned to meet your eyes with a soft smile on her lips.

"Whatcha thinking about, pretty?" she winked at you playfully.

Without thinking, you blurted out, "You." 

Both of you blushed at the sudden confession, and Yunjin cleared her throat, quickly averting her eyes. Fortunately, the light turned green, saving her from further embarrassment.

Inside, Yunjin's heart was racing with anticipation. She couldn't believe that you might feel the same way about her. Summoning her courage, she reached over and gently held your hand that was resting on your lap. The moment your fingers interlocked, it felt familiar and comfortable, as if you were meant to be together.

Yunjin's hand never left yours during the entire ride, not when she reached over to grab the box of pizza, or when you maneuvered your way to her dorm. You were worried about meeting her members, but she assured you that they were outside grabbing a late dinner. Oh, how wrong she was.

Eunchae had excitedly called her unnies when she saw Yunjin sneak out, and the group decided to wait for her in the shared living room instead of actually going out for dinner. They were so eager that they could barely contain their excitement when they heard the keys jingle to their dorm.

"I think we have some soda in the fridge. I’ll go grab them," Yunjin said as she gently pulled you inside.

"Can you grab some for us, too?" Chaewon suddenly said, scaring the wits out of both of you.

You quickly dropped Yunjin’s hand and hid yourself behind the taller girl, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden attention.

"What are you guys doing here?" Yunjin spluttered, slightly embarrassed at being caught.

"We wanted to meet Y/N," Sakura said slyly.

"Hi," you said shyly, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

"Hello, Y/N. You are as beautiful as Yunjin described," Kazuha said, throwing a teasing smile at her unnie.

"So slayyy," Chaewon added, bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Guys," Yunjin groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. She should have known her members would embarrass her like this.

"Okay, you met her. We’re going to go to my room now," Yunjin announced, attempting to lead you away from her teasing members.

However, Eunchae wasn't ready to give up her time with you just yet. She quickly bounded over to you and grabbed your other hand, using her maknae charms to persuade you to stay.

"But I wanted to watch a movie with Y/N unnie," the maknae pouted and begged you with her puppy-dog eyes.

Unable to resist Eunchae's charm, you looked at Yunjin before nodding and saying, "Sure. What movie do you want to watch?"

Yunjin groaned again, this was going to be a long night. 

The group ended up watching one of the Conjuring movies. You were cuddled up in Yunjin’s arms, seeking comfort and protection from the scary parts. It was amusing how Yunjin tried to pretend not to be scared and wrapped her arms around your shoulders protectively. You could feel her whole body shaking as she tried not to scream from the jump scares.

Under the flickering lights of the TV, you looked up at the girl you had met only twice, yet it felt like you had known her for years. Deciding to let your heart take the lead, you craned your neck and placed a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth.

Yunjin’s eyes nearly bulged out at the feeling of your lips on her face, and she felt her heart pounding even faster than the jump scares had made her feel. If this was heaven, she would die happy in your arms.

Giggling at the scene in front of her, Eunchae whispered loudly, “Yunjin unnie looks like a fish.”

The rest of the members quickly turned to look at Yunjin’s expression.

“You have it bad, Jennifer,” Chaewon said in English, sounding like a sorority girl. 

“Unnie’s always had it bad,” Eunchae shrugged, “Her post was like a lovesick schoolgirl.”

“Yeah, she even wrote a song for Y/N,” Kazuha agreed.

Curious, you asked Eunchae to show you the post on her finsta (much to Yunjin’s protest). 

Churros were a bit sweet: 6/10

The cute barista was even sweeter: 100/10

Would definitely fall in love with her twice, in every lifetime. 

I hope she felt the same about me.

Maybe if I write a song for her, she would know how I feel.

Attached to the post were a few photos of the churros you made for her. And in the last photo, there was a blurry picture of you standing by the counter, focused on making coffee.

You looked up at Yunjin, who was hiding her face behind her hands, blushing furiously at being caught. After all those months of thinking about this beautiful stranger and listening to her songs, you were over the moon to discover that she had written those songs for you.

“I’d fall in love with you more than twice.” 

[shewrites444]

earned it part 2 [thomas shelby x mafia reader smut]

[ apologizes for not posting in what seems like ages. i've been working and in school so i haven't had much time, but here is a continuation of one of my old thomas shelby imagines i managed to finish up. i loved this trope so much i needed to write a part 2. check out part 1 here ]

word count - 2.3k

[ summary - following the events of part 1, the reader abruptly meets with the peaky blinders at the races to discuss their unfinished deal. thomas takes note of her unkind, frustrated nature, and intends to loosen her up. ]

[ warnings - dirty talk, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex ]

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the front door was opened for me by one of my guards, the ballroom guests granting me several admirable stares and nods, but nonetheless, eyes still coated with fear, given everyone in the room knew who i was. if not, they were about to.

i sigh, reaching into my purse and pulling out a small revolver and holding it towards the crowd.

"i don't plan on shooting any of you, i don't even know you." i begin, hearing the doors shut behind me. "i'm just making a point. i need someone to direct me towards the peaky blinders."

a shorter, scruffy man, who seemed to be the ballroom assistant, walked towards me with his hands up, gesturing me to follow him to another room, down a long hallway, to a shut, windowless door on the right. he opened it for me as i flag off my men to stand outside.

the door opens to a view of thomas and his two brothers, smoking cigars with three glasses of whiskey on the table and a bottle closest to the one brother with the thicker mustache, who i assumed was the oldest, given his drunken look and far more aged face. the three of them look to me, thomas displaying a bit of confusion, while the others smirk, the oldest nudging the other.

"i didn't know they sent us up a whore, johnny boy!" the oldest chuckled, setting down his cigar. "she's a pretty looking one, too. i didn't know italians worked around this area."

thomas coughed to stop his brother from speaking any further. "this is [y/n] [y/l/n], arthur. leader of the sicilian mob. please, have a seat, [y/n]."

i grin, looking to his brothers as their faces redden with embarrassment, their laughter stopping in quite literally, half a second. i sit next to thomas, taking a cigarette and letting him light it. i sigh, looking to his brothers.

"nice to meet the two of you." i say, setting my purse on the table. "i am armed, so i don't mind shooting either of you if you call me a whore one more time."

thomas chuckles, glancing down to look at me, up and down, observing the silk red dress and the black coat that complemented it. he took a sip of his drink. "to what do we all owe the pleasure, miss [y/n]?"

"i think you're a bit late on our agreement, mr. shelby." i look up to him with a serious face. "i wanted you to talk to those men, get them to my state, and it all goes away, hm? that would make life so much easier for our families, wouldn't it? if you did your job. i can't do mine until you finish yours, you know."

he smirks, putting out his cigar. "i think we could discuss this later, don't you think? my brothers and i are sorting through completely different business at the moment."

"well, it seems to me that business was waiting for a woman to suck off each of you. at least, that was their business." i stand up, grabbing thomas's half full glass and sip it nearly full, setting it back down and grabbing my purse. "i would say it's been a pleasure, thomas and thomas's brothers, but it has not. have fun at the races."

i open the door and walk out, back towards the ballroom. arthur immediately looks to tommy, shaking his head and nudging john on the side, the two of them cracking up with drunken laughter.

"you fucked her, didn't you?" arthur leans back, watching tommy look down with a flushed grin. "i'm impressed. i didn't think mob bosses went for peaky fucking blinders. i've got to find myself one now, eh?"

thomas chuckled, glancing down at his empty glass and tapping his ring softly against it. “good luck with that, arthur. last thing she’d want is you.” he stood up, filling his glass before getting out of the booth. he held it up to his brothers. “i’ll be back, boys. business.”

arthur and john laugh, gesturing their glasses back towards thomas before he shut the door. thomas sipped down the whiskey as he walked down the hallways, his eyes darting around the room to search for myself, unknowingly aware that i was in the bathroom fixing the pins in my hair.

it seemed he must’ve talked to one of my guards because the door was soon knocked on and opened before i could even respond. i glance over to thomas, rolling my eyes as he leans against the frame with a smirk. i tuck my hair behind my ears, facing him with a blank expression.

“you are aware i came here for business and business only, mr. shelby. i didn’t mean to interrupt you and your brothers, or accidentally share more information than what was given to your family beforehand, but this needs to be taken care of soon.”

he smiled at me, never breaking eye contact during my words. he gestured his glass towards me before taking a sip. “i hear you loud and clear, miss [y/n], but you’re not the only person i have agreements with, eh? i’m a pretty busy man.”

“and i’m a pretty busy woman, mr. shelby. you’ve mentioned it yourself, in our previous encounter, that i was quite a powerful, driven woman, hm? i’ve got other deals to fulfill other than ours, but i can’t do much until you’ve done your part.”

he walked closer to me, his free hand locking the door behind him. he set the glass on the bathroom counter, stepping close enough to corner me into the countertop. i sigh through my nose, crossing my arms. “just do your job, mr. shel-”

“i will.” he interrupts, leaning down to cup both my cheeks, lifting my face up to lock our eyes. “why don’t you let me do something else for you in the meantime, eh?“

i take his hands and pull them off my face, shaking my head and step to the right towards the door. “i told you i came here for business.”

thomas snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me back towards the counter, his grip still soft enough for me to pull away if i wanted to, but i didn’t, feeling him press me against the counter. he leaned down to kiss me gently, which i returned, feeling his hands slide my coat off in the process of it all.

i reach down to unbuckle his belt, then unbutton his pants, sliding my hand down his boxers and onto his forming erection, lightly stroking his cock while he reached behind me to unzip my dress. he slides it off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. i step out of it and scoot it to the side, now left in nothing but my underwear.

he broke the kiss, looking down to my nearly nude figure as he wrapped his arms around me, picking me up and sitting me on the cold countertop. he slipped off his jacket, unbuttoned his white dress shirt, and removed his pants, until he too was left in his underwear.

to my surprise, he leaned down, onto his knees, beginning to kiss my lower thighs, trailing his lips towards my inner thighs, softly licking and kissing and biting my sensitive flesh, until he was inches away from my already wet pussy, which was already visibly coating my white underwear.

“you know, i can’t seem to get the taste of you out my mouth, miss [y/n].” he began, reaching his right hand up to push my underwear to the side. “spread your legs for me, won’t you, love?”

my cheeks redden my stomach tightens and i begin to do so, but hesitated after a moment. it seemed this would be more entertaining and worth while if i presented him with a challenge. “what makes you think i enjoyed it the last time?” i smirk, looking down at thomas. “or better yet, what makes you think you deserve it?”

he chuckles, leaning up to face me again, eye level, and kisses me again, his hands holding me by the shoulders. “oh, is that so? just imagine how i’m going to talk to you when you’re on your knees before me, miss [y/n]. you’re going to be begging me to touch you.”

thomas takes me off the counter and gestures for me to get on the floor, which i do after a few seconds, watching him pull his underwear down, exposing his large erection, my face going red as i look up to him nervously.

“no touching you until i cum, so go on ahead.”

i lean closer, opening my mouth wide and sliding him inside and i begin to suck him off, looking up to lock eyes while i pump his cock with my right hand, which quickly collected spit from my mouth. i feel his hand hold the back of my head, pushing me towards him as his cock shoves itself down my throat, making me gag unexpectedly, while he thrusted himself towards me.

he pushes himself deeper down my throat, and i blink, stimulated tears rolling down my wet cheeks as he throat fucks me, my own pathetic gargles and gags weakly muffled through his cock. he smirks as we lock eyes once again, his balls slapping against my chin as he continues, his free hand reaching down to wipe the tears.

“you want to act like you’re so deserving and so authoritative, miss [y/n], but you’ll let me shove my cock down your throat in a minute.” he chuckles, no break in his rhythm. “you’re gonna swallow every last bit of me, eh? well, you don’t really have a choice with my cock so deep inside your mouth anyway.”

he releases his orgasm down my throat, pumping himself through it as he swallow every last drop. upon pulling himself out of me, i gasp, regaining air and weakly standing up with his help. he leaves no time to waste, kissing me passionately and quickly turning me around, pressing me against the countertop and angling my body towards him, pushing his cock into my folds after coating it with my wetness.

i moan loudly, feeling him reenter my warmth, and it feels just as good, if not better, than the last time. he reaches his hand over to play with my clit, which only causes me to arch my body more towards him, sinking him deeper into my pussy. i glance over into the mirror, his face resting aside me own on my shoulder, locking our eyes through the glass.

he presses a kiss against my cheek and snakes his other arm around my waist, pushing himself deeper inside of me, earning a gasp from my wet lips. he grins at my response, leaning my body up a bit to where i could see below my waist. the mirror that sat on the countertop was tall and long, providing me with a view of thomas’s cock thrusting in and out of me, along with his fingers as they played with my already swollen and overstimulated clit. i stare, my whimpers coating the the room while thomas groaned, fucking me so hard that i could feel the tip of his cock in what felt like my lower stomach.

“i-i wanna watch you cum inside me, thomas. i wanna feel you inside of me.” i moan, my hands holding the edges of the counter. “please fill me up, fuck, please!”

he nodded more to himself, looking me in the eyes through the glass once more as he held me tighter, fucked me harder, and moved his index finger on my clit though a circular motion, the two of us reaching our orgasms soon in harmony, his filling up my insides within seconds of release. he slowly pulled out of me, my own wetness coating his cock and small remains of his cum dripping from my pussy, down my thighs.

i watch him grab a towel from the rack to the side of the toilet, wiping my cheeks and my mouth and then wiping off his cock. he handed it to me to wipe off my pussy, and i then tossed it into a basket of towels aside the rack.

“begging to finish inside of you now, eh? seems someone is losing up their high nature, miss [y/n].” thomas teases as he begins to get dressed.

i shake my head, biting my lower lip as i do the same, slipping on my dress and turning around for him to zip it up. “let’s pretend i didn’t ask you to do that, if you’re going to rub it in my face, mr. shelby.”

he leans down to hand me my coat, reaching into his pocket and grabbing a cigarette, gesturing it towards me and then lighting it for me. he begins to smoke as well, opening the door for me to leave first.

“perhaps the next time i’ll be the one on my knees, if i deserve it, hm?” he jokes, looking down at me with a smirk as i scoff, rolling my eyes.

“i wasn’t lying about that, mr. shelby. you want to taste me so bad, i’ll be the one fucking you like a whore, but that is an act i don’t think a man like you is quite ready for.”

he shakes his head, now upon reaching the room his brothers were still in. he takes my hand and kisses it lightly, his other hand on the doorknob. “i’ll finish my side of the deal this week, miss [y/n]. next meeting of ours, i’ll be ready to see what you have in store for me. i’ll see you then.”

“if you say so.” i grin, winking before i turn the other way and walk back towards the bathroom where my guards stood. i wipe my mouth and hold my head high as i walk down the stairs and towards the doors of the building.

i wasn't someone to give up authority so easily, but thomas shelby was something and someone else. i couldn't even imagine how our next meeting would be after our deal concluded, but whatever it entailed had to involve me having the upper hand.

[whatdudtheysay]

Businessman Toji Fushiguro X F!reader

CW - Smutttt, toji's big dIcK, Slight jealousy, oral(f and m receiving) , face fucking, breeding, marking

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My second ever fanfic - dw another is in the drafts for Toj 𓁹‿𓁹

This isn't proofread or spell checked so sorry for any mistakes ・❥・

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Being Toji's pA was never easy. He was a successful businessman who owned several large companies that featured in mainly security and in charity. You couldn't help but admire your boss though. I mean. You had basically been there when he started the business. Of course you had doubts. You yourself had to pay for different bills and food but you never thought about quitting and soon enough Toji built his company up and it became successful, allowing him to open up a lot more.

And while working with Toji for a long time. You couldn't deny that you had a somewhat small crush on him. It started when you noticed little things about him. How cute he looked when he was focused on work. His grunts when he was frustrated with something he was reading or when he looked bored out of his mind responding to emails.

At this point, your crush was almost obvious. Toji noticed how you changed over the past few weeks. How you became flustered if your hands brushed against each other, how you made sure you were almost a metre away from him at all times - even in cramped spaces like elevators or cars.

At first he thought he had offended you in some way, thinking he had accidentally said something but when he confided In his business partners - Gojo and Geto, they told him straight.

"She has a crush on you. It's obvious."

Toji didn't believe them at first but then he started to see it. Your body language to him doing anything gave it away and soon enough, he began to devise a plan. Just to see if his partners assumptions were true of course.

You were both working overtime and Toji invited you to work together. He was at his desk whilst you were on this couch, clicking away and occasionally taking sips from your cup of tea, trying your hardest not to look over at him.

"Any updates on tomorrow's meeting?" Toji asked suddenly, closing his laptop and turning in his seat to turn off his monitor.

You sat up immediately, clearing your throat.

"Mr bing wants to have the business meeting at his office, he's also inviting his son since he's the heir." You explained, clicking through the email you were sent. "He also noted that it'd be nice if you bought megumi with you. He wants him and his son to have a somewhat friendly relationship."

Toji hummed thoughtfully. He knew the only reason they wanted megumi to come along was for both heirs to get along and do more business.

"Tell him megumi won't attend. He has to focus on studies." Toji stated, getting up from his seat.

"Really? Forgive me, but I thought it'd be a good idea for both of them to be on good terms, sir."

Toji's ears prickled once he heard you call him sir but he knew he had to let it wait a bit longer.

"No. I won't have megumi making friends with other businessmen just for the sake of making more money." Toji explained.

You nodded and closed your laptop, following him to the door. You both left the office, with you struggling to keep up with his large paces whilst still trying to shove your laptop into your bag.

Toji finally reached the elevator, stopping abruptly which caused you to bump into him, quickly mumbling apologies once he gave you a side glance.

He clicked the button and you both waited in uncomfortable silence, the only sound of you rummaging through your bag.

The sound of the elevator rang through the empty halls, the doors opening. You both stepped in and like always, you made sure there was about a meter gap between the both of you.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the night?" Toji asked, breaking the silence once the doors closed.

You shook your head and fished into your blazer pocket for your phone.

"Probably just get to sleep..."

He hummed once more. Another minute passed by and you were getting nervous just being in the same space as him. Your eyes moving from the light at the top of the elevator that showed the floors moving by to your black heels, awkwardly pulling the hem of your skirt lower anytime you felt Toji looking over at you.

The elevator light suddenly flickered and you curiously looked up. The elevator shook slightly, catching you off guard, causing you to accidentally stumble against Toji.

Before you could move away from him, the lights flickered once more before turning off, the only source of light being the emergency button.

Toji cursed to himself.

"They still haven't been able to renovate the rest of this area.." he mumbled, taking his phone out, his other hand wrapped around you, keeping you close to him.

You felt self conscious. Should you say something? Your breasts were pressed against his side, one hand resting on his firm chest. You glanced up at him to see he was focused on his phone, typing something.

You guessed he didn't realize but how you were oh so wrong. Toji knew how close you were to him. He was fighting his morals with how your chest was pressed against him. Your smell, your small breaths, your hand on his chest.

"I sent a message to Geto. He said he'll come as soon as possible. Might be a while though...You ok with hanging on a bit longer?"

You nodded. You didn't really have a choice though.

Once his grip on you loosened, you took it upon yourself to create distance once more, letting your bag fall onto the marble flooring.

Toji frowned at this.

"Miss L/n."

You looked up at him, still being able to see him despite the lack of light available.

"Sir?"

"Have I done anything to make you mad?" He questioned, hands digging into his pockets.

"Of course not, Mr fushiguro. Why would you think that?" You frowned slightly.

He shrugged, closing the space between you two in a swift movement which made your heart race.

"You get so nervous around me." He sighed, his voice deeper. "And you always wanna be so far."

You couldn't breathe, his strong cologne flooding your nostrils as you looked up at him. You couldn't avoid him now.

"I've....been busy."

He raised a brow.

"You sure that's what's bothering you?" He asked, a hand moving to play with a loose strand of your hair. "To me it looked like you just have pent up frustrations."

You swallowed the saliva that was pooling in your mouth, breaking eye contact with him.

"Sir- I -" you stammered, not knowing what to say.

The only thing you could think about was how turned on you were by everything that was happening. Sadly, reality hit you.

"Sir...we shouldn't be this close.. you're my boss." You explained, turning your head completely this time.

His fingers locked under your chin, forcing you to look at him again.

"Tell me if you want it miss L/n. If you don't then we can continue like this never happened." Toji put it simply.

You knew the best thing would be to tell him no but you also knew that you'd be dumb to refuse. Any girl would immediately say yes and that's why you found yourself nodding.

Toji wasted no more time and instead attacked your neck, kissing and sucking whilst his hands roamed your body hungrily. It was all so fast but you found yourself loving the way his hands felt on every part he touched.

His leg slid between your legs with ease, grinding against your clothes clit, making you groan, your hips moving against him with need, his hands moving to undo the buttons of your shirt.

Toji moved away from you, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Never knew you'd act like this much of a slut." Toji's finger moved over your bottom lip, smearing your lipgloss before dipping into your mouth.

You felt your stomach do several flips. Your mind was whirling at the current situation, the only objective on your mind being that you wanted to please him.

His thigh moved away from between your legs, making you pout. He chuckled slightly before crouching in front of you, raising your pencil skirt and pulling down your underwear.

You felt yourself blush at the white and pink strawberries that decorated them.

Toji smirked at the sight, letting them pool at your ankles, a hand tapping your thigh, signalling you to raise a leg out of them.

"You're too fucking cute aren't ya, y/n?"

You barely had time to answer, a choked gasp vibrating through the closed space once his tongue met your clit, sucking and licking against your bud, skillfully moving down to your folds.

"Sir! Not there-" You whimpered. Despite your protests, you found yourself grinding against his face needily, hands grabbing his hair desperately as he took you to a state of euphoria.

"Fuckkk- Toji!" You mewled as his fingers slowly entered your dripping cunt.

"So fucking wet down here princess." He murmured, sucking your clit harder whilst he thrusted his fingers into you at an amazing speed.

"Shitt-" you cried, tears gathering at your eyes as you felt a familiar scorching heat gather in your stomach. "Tojii- Gonna cumm"

He moved away from your clit, fingers still fucking into you, his other hand moving to work against your clit.

"Cum on my fingers, princess."

Toji's permission sent you over the edge, your orgasm washed over you, your back arching in pleasure as your hole clenched around his digits. You had been so pent up just from him alone and this was more than a reliever. But you knew it wouldn't be enough.

Toji withdrew his fingers, sliding them into his mouth and letting an almost pornagraphic moan, making sure they were completely clean before dropping his hand.

"You don't look satisfied yet...you want more huh?"

You nodded shyly, watching as he took off his blazer and undid his belt, discarding of both.

His eyes stayed on yours whilst he undid his zipper, tugging his pants down along with his underwear, his dick coming into view. You looked down, eyes widening as you took in the view.

You knew damn well that guys like Toji were big as hell but you didn't expect this. Your mind was going blank just at the girth.

"Want a taste?" Toji whispered against your ear.

You nodded reluctantly, wondering if it would even fit in your mouth.

"On your knees then."

You licked your lips, dropping to your knees after, palming his base before bringing the top to your lips. You gulped nervously before allowing the tip to enter your tongue. Sadly, Toji wasn't feeling as pitiful, instead grabbing the back of your head, pushing you down onto his dick.

You gagged uncomfortably as his tip reached the back of your throat, your nose resting against his pelvis. You felt yourself becoming light headed just before Toji pulled you back. You gasped, letting air fill your lungs.

Toji leaned over you, his hand grabbing your chin so you were looking up at him.

"You can do better than that can't you princess? You do want me to fuck you don't ya?"

You nodded hurriedly. You were too pent up and horny to just let this opportunity go.

He let go of your chin and you moved towards his dick again, taking his hard length into your mouth and bobbing your head, your tongue resting flat against the underside of his cock.

Toji groaned in pleasure, his hand moving to the back of your head once more, being more careful whilst using your mouth for his pleasure.

Your hand shamelessly moved between your thighs, rubbing your swollen clit with need, moving back to pay more attention to his tip.

"Ahh, fuck- Right there- Shit. Good girl." Toji praised, bucking his hips to meet your mouth. "Fuck. Gonna cum princess. Take it all in, ok?"

You hummed around his dick, glancing up at him, your brows knitted as you tried your best to take in more of him.

You still managed to look so fucking pretty with makeup running down your face and his cock halfway down your throat. It drove Toji insane. He couldn't contain himself anymore, taking it upon himself to push you against the wall, hands on either side of your head whilst he repeatedly pushed his dick down your throat, his balls slapping against your chin, saliva bubbling around your mouth.

You managed to breathe through your nose, hands resting against his thighs. Toji thrusted deeply into your mouth a few more times before you felt his seed fill your mouth, toji's moans filling your ears as he did so.

"Fuckk, y/n." He mumbled, letting his dick rest in your mouth for a few more seconds before finally pulling out, a drawstring of cum connecting you both.

"Be good for me and swallow it all." Toji cooed.

You winced, swallowing all of the warm liquid that was in your mouth, the salty taste making it more addictive.

You lolled your tongue out, showing him you had swallowed it all. Toji chuckled breathlessly, helping you to your feet and bringing you into a warm kiss. It was heavy but slow, the type of kiss that would've had teenagers giggling and kicking their feet.

"You look so messy, princess." He cooed, a hand wrapping around your neck.

"Please Toji..." You whimpered, melting in his embrace. "I really want it."

He smirked at your shameless begging.

"Since you've been so good for me, I'll give you a reward."

You gasped once he lifted you with ease, immediately locking your legs around his waist, your arms moving to his neck.

"Have you..." Toji trailed off, eyes focused on your exposed cleavage.

"Had...sex before?" You asked, sounding a bit too innocent for someone who'd just been gagging on his dick two minutes ago.

"Yeah."

You nodded, noticing the way his gaze slightly darkened.

Toji didn't deserve to be jealous but the thought of another man's hands on you did spark a few emotions.

"Focus on me, alright?" Toji informed, moving off of the topic.

"Yes, sir."

You almost drove him mad with that title, his tip rubbing against your folds before he pushed into your entrance.

You let out a loud moan, nails digging into the back of his shirt, your heels falling off your feet.

"Fuck. You're too tight down here-" Toji cursed. "Relax for me princess."

You took a deep breath, trying your best to listen to him. You knew he'd be stretching you out but you didn't think it'd be this hard. You took a few more breaths and held onto him tighter, relaxing slightly which allowed Toji to slide in more.

"Shit- there we go. You're so good for me," Toji praised, his words of encouragement letting you relax even more, his dick sliding deeper and rubbing against your walls.

Toji rubbed your thighs soothingly.

"Come on princess. Just a bit left."

You shook your head, your breathing becoming more shallow.

"'s too much tojii- can't take anymore." You whined, drooling at the heavy sensation in your stomach.

"You can do it. Trust me." Toji encouraged.

You were reluctant to agree but you did so anyway, taking a moment to relax once more, letting Toji slide himself further, his hips meeting yours.

"Fuck, told ya it'd fit." Toji chuckled, his hands gripping your thighs harder.

Your head lolled to the side, eyes almost rolling back at the feeling of being so full.

You groaned once Toji began to thrust into you with almost animalistic speed, your toes curling at the bubbling heat in your pelvis.

"Fuck, Tojii-! It's too much-" you whimpered, more tears falling from your eyes.

Toji licked your stray tears and kissed you, this one more rushed and messy than the last, saliva dripping down both your chins.

"Fuck- can't help it y/n. Your pussy feels so fucking good." He grunted, looking down at where you both met. "You wanted me to fuck you badly didn't ya?"

You groaned once you felt his finger rub against your clit, your orgasm crawling closer.

"Shitt- Toji! You're gonna make me cum"

Toji's hips moved faster, drawing you closer to your orgasm.

"Come on y/n. Cum on my dick." Toji moaned, biting your neck roughly.

You whimpered at the lewdness of it all. Toji's dick kissing your cervix, the slapping sound of his balls hitting your ass, his mouth marking your neck. It was all you needed. You came hard around him, your walls tightening around him with more force.

Toji didn't slow down his harsh thrusts until he saw a white frothy ring around the base of his dick, a shit eating grin appearing on his face.

"Such a good girl." He praised, kissing your cheek.

You thought you were down with it all once Toji pulled out, slight confusion coming over you once Toji dropped and turned you around. His hands pulled your hips out, his dick sliding into you once more but with more ease, making you hiss.

"Tojii-" you whimpered, your mind going blank, only being able to focus on the drag of his cock against your walls.

"Give me a minute princess. Gonna cum in this pretty pussy."

Alarm bells rang in your head at this but you were so fucked out and the thought of Toji cumming in you got you even hornier.

You felt your stomach flip, chasing your orgasm with more need, your hips moving back to meet his hard thrusts.

"Shit- gonna cumm againnn Toji -" you cried. His hand met yours and instinctively you grabbed ahold of it, your legs shaking as he continued to bully his way in and out of your walls.

"Fuck-"

Toji gave you a few more hard thrusts before spilling his seed deep into you, your orgasm hitting you at the same time.

Your eyes rolled back, you would've fallen if it wasn't for toji's grip on you. You both shuddered against each other, a small whimper leaving your lips once he pulled out of you.

Toji helped you step back into your panties, pulling them up quickly. You pulled your skirt down and rested against the wall.

You looked over at toji, buttoning his pants up and bending down to grab his belt and blazer that he threw to the side. You sighed, buttoning your shirt up before fishing your pocket mirror out, patting your hair to make sure you looked decent. You glanced at toji to see him checking his phone once more. As soon as he turned it off, the elevator suddenly whirred back to life.

You leaned to pick up your bag, suspicion growing.

"Did... Geto just get here?"

Toji nodded, a smirk on his face.

"He was always here, y/n. I owe him for the elevator malfunction.

You narrowed your brows at him, blush coating your cheeks once you realised it was his plan all along.

"Don't be upset, princess. Just wanted you to be honest with your feelings." He hummed, a hand sliding around your waist before kissing you softly.

You pouted slightly, Toji grinned at your expression.

The doors finally opened and you were both in the main lobby. Toji lead you out, his arm around your shoulder.

"How bout you come back to my place. I'll make you feel better, hm?"

[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-twenty seven

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: Not going to lie, I really liked writing Bucky like this; vulnerable.

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My sad sigh echoed through the room as I turned over in bed, pulling the blanket up to my chin. I snuggled closer into the mattress hoping it would bring me the warmth that I had seeking, the last few days being the reason why.

Ever since the night at the club a few days ago, Bucky had been distant with me. He decided on working from home, having all of his meetings in his office here. When that would happen, he would make sure that I would be locked safely in my room with Steve on the other side of the door. Neither of them were going to let anything happen to me. 

I tried to talk with Bucky but he had been very short every time and did his best to lock himself either in his room or office. At first, I couldn’t help but wonder if I did something to upset him but with his reassuring words from this morning, I knew that I was overthinking things. 

“I promise it’s not you, doll. I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.” 

It also had been a few days since our meeting with Zemo and yet, no word on when Clint and Natasha were returning to the states. Sam reassured me that it would take some time but they had to come back eventually. 

I groaned while smacking the mattress beneath me, sleep being too far to grasp, so I checked my phone to see that it wasn’t even midnight, meaning I had a long night ahead of me with no sleep. My fingers then worked out a quick message to Bucky. 

Hey, are you awake? I’m having trouble sleeping and thought maybe we could hang out and talk?

When a few minutes passed with no response, I decided on going to his room to see if he was alright. My feet dragged along that carpeted hallway as I closed the distance to Bucky’s room and noticed that his door was already opened. 

“Bucky?” I called out while knocking on the door. 

His room was empty, untouched as if he hadn’t stepped foot inside of it in weeks. There was only one other room that he could have been in. 

I quickly descended down the stairs and took the first left turn and walked down the long hallway towards his office. Even with the door closed, I could hear the muffled sounds of the television and see the blue light from it spilling into the hallway from underneath the door. 

My knuckles smacked against the wood of the door as I opened it, his name falling from my lips yet again. 

He raised from the floor with a start, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took as the sweat glistened across his forehead. The blanket was draped across his lap, the bareness of his top half catching my eye right away. But my eyes only drank in his skin for a moment when I realized where he was laying. 

On the hard ground, the only sort of comfort was another thin blanket. 

“I’m so sorry if I scared you,” I apologized while biting my bottom lip, guilt filling me. 

Bucky let out a deep breath. “Are you alright?” 

I nodded. “Yeah, I was wondering where you were since you weren’t in your room.” 

“Oh, yeah.” He yawned while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I haven’t slept in there for awhile.” 

“So you decide to sleep on the floor of your office?” I raised a brow. 

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “It was only for tonight, I fell asleep watching T.V.” 

I nodded while humming and closed the distance between us, him still opting to sit on the floor. The blue glow of the television casted over him, enhancing the way his vibranium arm looked. 

“Do you want to tell me the real reason why you’re not sleeping in your bed?” I asked while looking down at him. 

“Ever since I found out about Natasha lying about the pregnancy, I haven't been able to sleep in my bed,” Bucky said with a sad sigh. “Before you started staying here, I was sleeping in the room you’re in now.” 

My heart stung with guilt, hearing that me being here caused him to kick him out of his bed. 

“I can go stay at a hotel or with Steve.” 

“No,” Bucky quickly said, fingers tracing softly against the skin of my calf. “I want you to stay here, okay?” 

All I did was nod, the guilt still heavy on my heart when I noticed how tired he looked under the glow of the television. The bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, an indication that he had trouble sleeping for a while. 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” 

Bucky’s shoulders dropped while his hands slid up my legs to wrap around my back, pulling me closer to him. He rested his cheek against my stomach while I began to run my fingers through his hair.

“I didn’t mean too, doll. I’ve been dealing with finding out that Natasha was seeing Clint on the side,” Bucky admitted. “It made the guilt I felt about everything even heavier than it already was.” 

“Do you want some more space?” I asked, ready to walk away. 

But that only made him tighten his grip on me. 

“No, please stay.” 

I nodded, fingers still working through his hair. “You have every right to feel hurt but you also can't forget that she did the same thing. I think in the end, the marriage was doomed regardless." 

Bucky left a soft kiss on my stomach which caused the butterflies to flutter, the folds between my legs that were inches from his face burning with desire. 

“If this was how she felt when she found out about us, I’m even more of a jackass,” Bucky let out a shaky breath. 

“Oh, Bucky,” I sighed. 

He looked up at me with tired eyes and I could feel myself crumbling in his grasp. I couldn’t be mad at the fact that he was hurting with finding out about Clint and Natasha, it was something he needed to deal with. However, going through it alone was making it harder for him. 

“Come on,” I unwrapped his arms from me but laced our fingers together. 

“Where?” Bucky questioned while raising to his feet. 

“You’re exhausted. You need to sleep on an actual bed.” I cupped his cheek. 

He left a soft kiss on my palm. “I don’t want to kick you out, doll.” 

“You’re not,” I shook my head. “We're both going to sleep in the bed together. It’s big enough.” 

The smile that slowly appeared on his lips warmed my heart. 

“Just to sleep, okay?”

I warned while pointing a finger and Bucky made a show of making a cross over his heart, a silent way to say he would only sleep. 

The smile on his lips pulled high at the corners causing his eyes to crinkle. “I don’t think you realize how much I need this.” 

My smile matched his and began to pull him along, back to bed but he halted almost right away.

“Do you want me to change?” 

It was then that I noticed he was only wearing very tight black briefs, the fabric hugging his cock just right. I wet my lips at the sight, memories of us linking together in the sheets being brought back.

“Doll?” 

Bucky’s voice made me tear my eyes away from his lower half and my cheeks reddened but still answered him. 

“No, you’re fine. As long as you don’t mind me wearing an old, raggedy, boy band shirt?” I pulled at the bottom of the shirt that stopped above my knees. 

He gave me a warm smile. “Not at all, Y/N.” 

Our bodies were back-to-back, both of us laying this way for the last couple hours. Sleep had become foreign but neither of us dared to say a word, in case the other was asleep. Until I felt the bed shift behind me and warm breath across the back of my neck. 

“Doll, are you awake?” 

I hummed in response, eyelids shut yet wide awake. 

Bucky’s voice was gentle in the large space of  the room as he spoke. “You can say no but would it be alright if we held each other? I need some sense of security." 

The vulnerability that coated his voice broke my heart so I turned over to face him, however sucked in a breath when I realized how close we were. His lips were so close to mine and I knew that if I titled mine up at the right angle, I could feel his once again. 

I didn’t. 

With no words said, I wrapped my arms around him and brought his head down to my chest, his vibranium arm immediately grasping my hip. His face buried deep into the crook of my neck and I felt every inch of me ignite under his touch. With my fingers scratching his scalp and my leg over his own hip, Bucky’s soft snores filled the room and I felt his body relaxing into me. 

I placed a kiss on top of his head. “Good night, Bucky.”

[alezangona]

Second Chances (Salaar AU)

Part 1: A Surprise Encounter

Summary: Amidst a crazy wedding season, the Mannar siblings face chance encounters that change the trajectory of their lives.

“Mam,” Bilal’s exasperated tone snaps Radha Rama out of her thoughts and she places the folder she’s holding on the desk, devoting her attention to him. 

“What’s the matter, Bilal? Did the Arodha’s want to make another change to their destination wedding because I swear to god, I’ve told them in a million different ways that I cannot get those parrots flown into the island this late in the game without proper permits.”

“No, they’re actually being reasonable this time– if you can believe it.” He lets out a huff of air as he plops down in the chair across from her. “They’ve just decided that veganism is the new trend they want to hop on. Which means they want to drag their family and friends in on it too.”

“No! No, no, no.” Radha Rama squeezes the bridge of her nose, bangles clanging as they move down her arm. “Don’t tell me… the wedding is in three days Bilal!”

“I don’t think they seem to realize that, but anyway, they want new caterers. Baachi was able to reach out to some of his contacts and draw up a contract with one of the best vegan restaurants on the island.” She lets out a small sigh and sinks back into her seat.

“If that situation is handled, then what’s the issue?”

“I was supposed to meet with the Krishnakanths today to discuss their daughter’s wedding, but I just got a call that my son is sick. I need to pick him up from school and take him to the doctor.”

“Oh.” Radha Rama turns to her computer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she observes the screen. “That’s okay Bilal, you handle that. I’ll just send… ah, yes! Varadha is free around then. He can handle it.” 

“Thank you, mam! I’m so sorry, I know how important their contract is, especially with how much power Krishnakanth holds. I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t–”

“Bilal,” Radha Rama looks up at him, dark eyes filled with understanding. “I know. I know you wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t urgent. Don’t apologize, not to me, okay? Just make sure your son is okay and we’ll handle your projects till then.” 

“You’re the best, boss.” Bilal stands, a relieved smile tugging at his lips.

“Don’t I know it.” She winks, face alight with mischief as she sends him out on his way.

~*~

Varadha’s teeth grit together when he checks his watch, a curse leaving his lips. If there was anything he was proud of, it was his ability to be punctual regardless of any hurdles in his way. He didn't know what his sister was thinking, giving him a new assignment an hour before the meeting time, when she knew he had to make his way through Khansar traffic. 

Varadha was nothing if not determined though. So his eyes scan the route on the GPS, mind rapidly putting together the different pieces of the puzzle till a picture flashes in his mind– the exit he could take, followed by the route that could get him to the meeting location as soon as possible. Ten minutes later, he’s sitting at the cafe, his laptop and documents arranged neatly on the table in front of him. 

Two minutes later, his foot taps a staccato against the brick patio, still waiting for the family to arrive. After five more minutes of sitting around hoping to catch sight of these rich bastards who don’t seem to give a fuck about other people’s time, Varadha decides it’s best to kill time by being as productive as he possibly can. He pulls out the file Radha Rama handed to him as he was running out the door and flips it open to the page that describes the bride.

Aadhya Krishnakanth. Born and brought up in the States. A doctor initially based out of New York before deciding to move to India. Opened a free clinic for patients in marginalized regions of the country. Lives in Hyderabad with her mother–

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” There’s a sudden pink blur that races through the cafe before crashing down in the seat across from him. “I’m so sorry! I always try so hard not to be late, but you have to understand it’s so difficult with my schedule. There was a surgery today that ended up getting more complicated than we expected and oh god! I’m so sorry!”

“Hey, no it’s okay!” The sudden noise after an excruciating phase of silence is enough to give him whiplash, but seeing how frazzled the poor girl is softens him up like butter. “We’ve all been there. I was late too, to be honest. Stuck in traffic actually but that’s nothing compared to saving lives now that I think about it.” She smiles at him, relieved and thankful, sinking into her seat. 

“Aadhya,” she holds out a hand, grinning brightly in the way Americans tend to do. “So nice to meet you…?”

“Varadha. Is anyone else going to be joining us today?”

“Yeah! My parents weren’t able to make it, but my fiancé and f–”

“Ey, Tingari (crazy girl). Wait for me next time, will you?” A towering figure appears behind Aadhya, his arms wrapping around to pull her into a hug that is powerful enough to lift her off her chair for half a second. 

“Rey! Let me down!” She swats at him playfully, bringing out a deep and melodic laugh from the man. He does as she requests and takes a seat next to her, an arm draped casually over the back of her chair.

“Hi sir! I’m De-” The sound dies on his lips when he makes out who exactly it is sitting in front of him. “Varadha?”

“Deva?”

“You two know each other?” Aadhya looks between the two of them, confused as to why they look like they’ve seen a ghost. They don’t say anything for a second, too stunned to speak. She might’ve left it well alone if it wasn’t for the fact that she was a nosey little fucker who wanted all the details. So she digs her fingers into the side of Deva’s waist, smirking when he jumps and his attention diverts to her.

“Yeah, we were roommates in college.” Deva mumbles, rubbing his hand over his side and glaring at Aadhya. Something about that answer doesn’t seem to be what Varadha expects because his face darkens for a moment, lips pursing when he takes a second to recompose himself.

“Yeah, roommates. Anyway, today’s meeting isn’t about that. Your father wanted to hire us because of our commitment to excellence in every event that we plan. However, as a company, we prioritize creating unique experiences that are a reflection of our clients and their journey. So I usually like to start by getting an idea of what you’re looking for going forward. It seems that according to the file, you’re hoping for a big wedding?” Deva immediately scoffs at that.

“Deva–” Aadhya starts, a slight blush coating her cheeks.

“What? It’s true.” Deva looks at Varadha then. “She’d prefer a smaller wedding. As small as we can get considering her dad is stuffing the list to the brim with his entire network.”

Varadha can’t find it in him to say anything, so he looks down at the file, making note of the fact. He doesn’t realize how hard he’s digging the pen into the paper though, till the free flowing movement stops and he realizes the pen is stuck in a tiny hole. Swallowing, he pulls it out and looks back up at the couple.

“Well considering we got most of our information from your father, I’m assuming more things in this file are wrong than right?” Varadha hands over the file to the other side of the table. Deva reaches over to grab it, placing it between him and Aadhya as they lean over to read it together. Varadha’s attention catches on how their expressions almost move in synch, going from light frowns to wide-eyed looks of incredulity. “So?”

“Well, they’re not entirely wrong…” Aadhya shrugs at the piece of paper, her hunched posture a direct contradiction to her tone. 

“Pichi Pilla (crazy girl),” Deva crosses his arms over his chest and looks directly at Varadha, who can feel the world closing in on him, slowly but surely. “Look, half of this is bull. She wants a smaller wedding, something in India and not a destination abroad. She hates beaches, would probably rather burn herself alive than be caught dead dragging a trail of sand behind her. She loves food, so none of those small plates of Hors D’oeuvres that leave you feeling more hungry after taking a nibble than you were before that. Probably a big giant buffet where people can go back for fourths, that’d be ideal right?”

At that, Aadhya places her hand gently on his arm in an effort to stop him perhaps. Still, she gazes up at Deva with so much warmth, her eyes glassing over just slightly enough to let Varadha know that what Deva said mattered to her. Why he said it, mattered to her. He has to look away from the image in front of him, simply because he knows what it’s like. 

Varadha knows what it’s like to be in Aadhya’s place because that’s where he was for the longest time. If anyone knows what it’s like to be on the receiving end of Deva’s love and affection, it’s him. It’s no surprise that the memories of that man are etched into every fiber of his being, even after all these years.

The coal-dark eyes that would come to life when Varadha would enter a room. The warm body that would press into his from behind during movie nights on that dingy-ass college couch. The smell of burning food left abandoned on the stove as wine coated lips explored each other against thin walls.

The man who dropped to his knees, begging Varadha to forgive him when–

“I’ll give you two a moment.” Varadha says, pushing out of his chair and walking himself out the door to the cafe. The second he gets to the parking lot, he pulls out the remaining half of a cigarette he bummed from a friend the night before at a party. Smoking wasn’t something he necessarily enjoyed doing. It was an occasional habit he’d picked up after college. 

Whenever Deva would feel anxious about something, he’d make his way onto their roof, taking a drag beneath the night sky. Every once in a while, Varadha would join him. More often when he knew times were tough. They’d lie there together in silence for a moment before Deva would point to different constellations and tell him the myths he heard as a child. Deva wasn’t much of a talker with other people, but when he loved people enough to let them into his small circle, conversation was something that dripped from his lips like sweet honey. Once he’d calm down, he’d turn towards Varadha, a look of pure gratitude in his eyes as his chapped lips would brush against his own. The taste of nicotine in those moments used to be so irresistible, because it became the taste of Deva.

That was all it was, to be honest. It wasn’t often that Varadha found himself in distress, but in those rare moments of weakness, the warmth of the cigarette against his lips would remind him of Deva. For some time, it would be as if they were still together, the mistakes of the past erased. 

Yet, when the cigarette touches his lips today, it leaves behind a bitter taste. He scoffs as he lets out a puff, scraping his shoes against the ground. Why wouldn’t it? The man he’s in love with, even after all these years, is about to get married to a beautiful, kind, caring woman. His stomach churns uneasily and he gives up, too tired to try and process the day beyond the fact that the man he loves isn’t his anymore. Hasn’t been for a while now.

“Let me have a drag?” Varadha freezes, finger that was about to drop the cigarette tightening around it and passing it along to Deva’s waiting hand without further thought. “Thanks, ra.”

“Should you be smoking at this age? It kills you know?” Deva leans against the car, lips quirking up and he doesn’t bother to hide his amusement at Varadha’s hypocrisy. “I smoke occasionally, I don’t count. You probably do it on a daily basis.” 

“Careful, Varadha. You don’t want me thinking you actually care do you?”

“Of course I care!” Varadha pauses, looking to his feet. “You’ve got a nice girl in there. Least you can do is make it to your wedding alive.” Deva’s eyes dig into Varadha’s profile and he can feel his skin rising uncomfortably. “What’s with all the staring?”

“I haven’t seen you in years, B- Varadha. I’m soaking up as much as I can before you go.” He flicks the cigarette to the ground, stomping it out before speaking again. “As for the girl, we’re not together. She’s just a friend.”

Varadha should be embarrassed by the immediate relief he feels at the statement. The churning pit in his stomach disappears in seconds as he takes a moment to really observe the man standing across from him. If it was possible, he was more handsome now than all those years ago. His lanky frame that used to be hidden behind drowning fabrics has now filled out deliciously, the protruding muscles emphasized by the various textured clothing that wrap snugly around him. His wild mane that would stick out in every direction, frizzing out during the humid months, is now styled to perfection with every curl staying in place. His once clean shaven face is now painted with a dark beard that makes him look less like the boy next door and more like a rugged stranger that Varadha wouldn’t mind running into during a night out. The tattoo wrapping around Deva’s arm further emphasizes that particular fantasy of his. 

Was it pathetic how in love with him he still was? If Radha Rama was here with him, she wouldn’t hesitate to say yes. 

“What about her fiancé?” 

“He’s running late. His flight’s coming in from L.A. today. I just wanted to hop along because I knew if she was alone she’d say yes to all the shit her dad had laid out for her.” Deva lights another cigarette he pulls out of his pocket, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke settle in his lungs before he lets out a puff of air that fades into the afternoon breeze.

“Is that why you’re so stressed?” Varadha leans against the car as well, a couple of inches away from Deva. The hairs on his body stay on edge, aware of the electrical pulse that beats between them. He tries not to let that distract him. 

“Please, I can handle Krishnakanth.” Deva passes the cigarette back to Varadha, who forces himself not to think about the fact that Deva’s lips were wrapped against the paper just seconds ago. He fails miserably. “He doesn’t mean any harm really. He’s a good man who just wants to see his daughter taken care of and she hasn’t met anyone she’s fallen for yet. So, why not say yes to marriage to make her family happy?” 

“What about her? Will she be happy?” The look Deva gives him is enough for Varadha to understand and he keeps quiet, not knowing what else to say. 

“Meeting you today was a surprise.” Deva offers and Varadha takes greedily. 

“For me as well.” He admits, fingers coming up to play with his watch. 

“You look good Varadha. You look happy.” 

“Well… that’s open to interpretation.”

“You’re not happy?” Deva crushes the cigarette against the ground, rigidity taking over his body once more. 

“I’m doing well, Deva. That should be enough right?” 

“Not for me. It shouldn’t be for you either. What’s wrong Varadha? What’s missing?” Deva steps closer to him, the scent of his cologne surrounding Varadha in an intoxicating cloud. Maybe that’s what allows for him to let his guard down.

“You,” the word passes uninterrupted from his lips. “You’re missing from my life and I’ve wanted you back every day since–”

Deva takes a step back, snapping Varadha out of his daze. The broken expression on his face makes Varadha feel like an absolute asshole.

“Shit, Deva. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–”

“I left that day because you asked me to. Not because I wanted to.” Varadha sucks in a sharp breath at the admission, mouth falling shut. 

“I know. I shouldn’t have said anything, especially after all this time. Just because I haven’t moved on doesn’t mean the same applies to you.” Varadha looks away, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t owe me anything, Deva. Not after everything, but I need you to know that I regret what I did back then. Not a day goes by where I don’t wish that it played out differently because then maybe…” He swallows, stopping the words in his throat. The images play in his mind though, of an intimate wedding, a beautiful house on the edge of the river, a small child’s laugh echoing through the property. 

“Yeah, well… I wish it played out differently too.” Deva takes in a deep breath, his gaze resting on the horizon. “I haven’t gotten over you either.”

“Oh?”

“So, where does that leave us? Are we just going to get that off our chests and never see each other again? Because I’m getting old, Varadha. I don’t think I have energy to wait anymore.” Deva hangs his head, hands tucked into his pockets.

Varadha can’t help but to think of how his life passed by in a blink of an eye over the past two decades. A lifetime of memories that felt as if they hadn't been experienced, not in the way they were meant to. All the moments of joy and pride, sadness and pain, nothing more than fleeting emotions that refused to ground themselves into the core of his very being. When he’d lie in bed at night, desperately trying to find a reason for this ache, Deva’s name would echo through his mind and he’d wonder how he could’ve ever been blind to it before. 

Why did he ever let that man go?

“I won’t make you wait, not this time.” Varadha’s hand intertwines with Deva’s, touch as gentle as a feather brushing against glass. “Let’s start over?”

~*~

6 Months Later

Varadha makes deliberate cuts into the meat in front of him, trying hard to clear out any remaining bones so the previous week’s episode doesn’t unfold a second time. Sure he and his sister had their fair share of fights, but nothing drastic enough where we wanted to murder her through way of choking on a bone. 

“Bujji?” The call comes simultaneously with the thud of the front door closing. 

“In the kitchen.” Varadha replies, refusing to break his concentration. 

“Here’s the sauce you asked for. They didn’t have the brand you usually get, but this seemed like it’d be good too.” Deva sets the glass container next to Varadha, leaning in to place a quick peck against his cheek. Varadha hears a sound of disgust from behind him and he has to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“You make a fuss now, but the second I put down the food, you’re the first to gobble it up.” 

“You see how gross uncooked meat is right? Your chopping skills don't help the image either.” 

“Rey–”Varadha turns, holding the knife threateningly towards Deva.

“Calm down, Kick Buttowski. Get back to work and look out for any bones. I’m not about to lose my favorite Mannar sibling to something smaller than a lima bean again.”

“Don’t let Baachi hear you say that. It’ll break his heart.”

“I’m sure it will. After all, we’re attached at the hip, the two of us.” Deva chuckles as he opens up a bottle of wine for them. “I don’t think there’s anything I can do to impress that kid. He’ll just hate me for the rest of his life.”

“He doesn’t hate you!” Varadha defends instantly, putting down his knife now that he was finished with his thorough inspection. 

“The bruise from when he chucked a volleyball at my head last week begs to differ.” Varadha washes his hands meticulously before heading over to Deva and pulling him down to place a lingering kiss on his left temple, where the remnants of a pretty terrible bruise were finally starting to fade. 

“You have a point, but he does it out of love. I swear.” Deva shakes his head at the comment before handing Varadha a glass of wine.

“No, me putting up with his murderous tendencies is what’s done out of love.” Deva whips out his phone and taps against the screen. A soft Hindi melody plays from the speakers and Varadha smiles at his boyfriend at the gesture. “But I can put up with that till death as long as you keep kissing all the wounds better.”

“God, you’re such a sap.” Varadha complains, but there’s no malice behind it. Just the light hearted tone that comes from being in love with an unbelievably sweet idiot. So he grabs at Deva’s shirt and tugs him in closer for a deep kiss. A small moan escapes his throat when he tastes his favorite wine lingering on Deva’s lips. The various notes of fruit, spices, and coco dust intermingle seamlessly into the unique flavor that belongs to Deva, and Varadha can’t possibly get enough. His fingers tangle into the taller man’s hair, pushing off the ground to wrap his legs around Deva’s waist. A grunt of surprise leaves Deva’s lips, but he’s quick to catch on to Varadha and move towards the counter. Placing Varadha down gives him more leeway than before, so he digs his ankles into the small of Deva’s back, pulling him closer to gain more access to his mouth. 

“Rey,” Deva groans as he forces himself to pull away. “God stop teasing me. We have guests coming over soon.”

“They can wait.” Varadha’s teeth catch against the bottom of his earlobe, nipping playfully. “They’ll understand that a chef deserves his kiss.” 

“I don’t know that chef is the right word when all that’s sitting out right now is a lump of meat.”

“Whyyyyy!” Varadha whines as he pulls away from his hot boyfriend. “Why do you do this to me? What’s the point of having a sexy boyfriend if I can’t make out with him whenever I want.” 

“You can still ogle me.” Deva winks at him. “Now, stop pouting and get to cooking. We have the rest of the night once they leave.”

“It would take a S.W.A.T. team to evacuate them out of this apartment post dinner. The second Aadhya whips out the cards, everyone’s going to settle in for a round of poker and before we know it, she’ll have us drowning in debt.”

“Drowning you in debt. The rest of us actually win every once in a while.” Deva comments, making his way into Varadha’s room to change. 

Varadha spends the next hour quickly shuffling through the kitchen and preparing the feast, while Deva tidies up around the apartment and sets up the dining table. They idly exchange stories from their day, where Deva speaks of his cute Kindergarteners who gifted him a paper crown that was more glue than paper at this point, while Varadha complains about how billionaires shouldn’t be allowed to get married because it is quite frankly impossible (potentially unethical) to bring in a whole herd of elephants just so the celebrity guests could make a grad entrance to the reception. Which would pale in comparison when the newlyweds would enter on the backs of lions. That idea was vetoed pretty quickly by him and his sister, thank god. 

“Ey, Macha!” Aadhya bustles in just as they finish getting ready, a tray of brownies in hand. “This is about to be the best dessert of your lives! Crumb coffee cake brownies, made by yours truly.” 

“There were supposed to be two trays, but I downed one on the way here!” Radha Rama shouts from near the entryway. A wide smile settles on Aadhya’s face.

“Seal of approval from the best Mannar sibling!” Aadhya declares happily as she grabs herself a hard cider from their fridge. 

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Varadha frowns in his sister’s direction. “What’s so special about you besides an undiagnosed sugar addiction?” 

“I’m the one who’s kept this circus afloat for years, kid. Show some respect!” Radha Rama smirks as she pushes past her brother, making her way over to Aadhya and wrapping an arm around her waist. 

“Don’t take it too seriously, Bujji.” Deva laughs leaning against the counter. “Our Tingari Pilla is just too in love with her girlfriend to see things objectively.” 

“It’s not just her.” Baachi comes stomping into the apartment, carrying a heaving box of decorations that he plops unceremoniously to the ground. “Considering they’ve been using me as a pack mule for this wedding, the least you can do is declare me the best Mannar sibling instead of tucking tail and following my brother around like a lost puppy.”

In the blink of an eye, the siblings start bickering, bringing up every moment from the past in an effort to one up each other. Deva and Aadhya choose to sit back silently, watching the event play out in front of them. 

“We’ll get to dinner soon, right?” Aadhya asks, anxiously gazing at the clock.

“Yeah… as soon as your girlfriend stops trying to rip my boyfriend to shreds with that pillow?” Deva’s brow furrows as he tries to determine when exactly the physical fight broke out.

“I’m going to be honest Deva. I think tonight’s the night we confess to them.”

“Confess what?”

“You know? That there’s no superior Mannar sibling because all of them are certifiably insane?” 

“And that we’re the angels for putting up with them?”

“Mhm. Exactly!” Aadhya places down her cider and makes her way into the sibling’s circle to drag Radha Rama out by the arm. “Food first, fighting later. I refuse to eat cold lasagna again, Babe.”

They spend the rest of the night eating, drinking, and playing poker. Varadha loses every round and at some point, he gives up and leans against Deva’s side instead, inadvertently becoming a part of his team. It’s something he realizes he should do more often because he likes the feeling of winning every once in a while, even if it was his boyfriend doing most of the work. 

By the time everyone leaves, Varadha can barely keep his eyes open. He leans his forehead against the door, eyes closed as he allows the silence to envelop him.

“Rey, come to bed.” Deva places a hand on his shoulder to peel him off the door.

“The door is so soft though.”  Varadha slurs through wine drunk lips. 

“The bamboo pillows you brought are softer, I promise. Come on now.” 

Soon, the two of them are tangled up under Varadha’s sheets, holding each other close as they let the day finally slow down around them.

“This is getting annoying.” Varadha murmurs into Deva’s chest.

“What, family dinners? I love you Bujji, but you have to stop picking fights with your sister. We could get to eating faster for one thing.” 

“No!” Varadha shoves Deva away before pulling him back when he realizes how cold it is. “No, you asshole. I meant having to work around our schedules to see each other recently.”

“Oh, that.” Deva hums and settles closer to Varadha. “I’ve been trying to find apartments closer to this side of the city. I think that could fix the scheduling conflict a little.” 

“Rent in Pathran is abhorrent, Bangarm.” 

“So? What’s your solution?”

“Move in with me?”

“Okay, yeah, sure.” Deva places a peck on Varadha’s head, chuckling a little.

“I’m being serious. Move in with me.” Varadha insists.

“I know, but let’s talk about this tomorrow when you’re less tipsy.” 

Varadha groans, asking the gods silently why they fated him to fall in love with an oblivious, asshole of a man. He reaches over to switch on the lights and because he was just a little annoyed with Deva, he revels when the man shields his eyes from the sudden onslaught. 

“Now you can look at me and see how serious I am when I ask this. Move in with me, Deva.” Varadha intertwines their hands together when their gazes meet. “It’s as simple as this: I’m happiest when I’m with you and I hate not being around you. I love it when you walk into the apartment, I love it when you help me cook, I love it when you help me clean. I love it when you curl up with me to watch a movie, I love it when you read next to me before bed, I love it when I see your teaching plans scattered across my desk. I even love it when you’re grading your students’ art projects and all the glitter falls onto the carpet. Nothing I do gets rid of it and I keep finding it everywhere, even in my coffee! I just love you so can we go back to being roommates? Please?” 

The way Deva flips him over onto his back and devours him is answer enough.

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 10 - Forced to the Starting Gate

Itaru: (I think it’s about time to head out… ah, right.)

Itaru: (Now that I’ve got a rough idea of our performance schedule, I’d better apply for paid leave before I forget.)

Boss: Chigasaki-kun, may I borrow you for fifteen minutes?

Itaru: --Of course.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Boss: It appears you’re all here.

Itaru: (Looks like there’s a few of my colleagues… and a handful of younger guys too.)

Boss: I called you all here to ask if you’d be interested in participating in an urban development project that our company is currently working on.

Boss: The project itself is already in its final stages, so what we’d like from you is to provide support in the form of an induction course.

Itaru: (So this is that large-scale overseas urban development project. The one about creating a theater establishment and developing the surrounding area to be a center of arts and culture…)

Itaru: (I checked out the outline since it was related to theater and sounded interesting.)

Boss: It’s not mandatory, of course. It would just be something to do alongside your current jobs.

Boss: That said… there is a reason you all were chosen specifically.

Boss: As individuals who are important to the company’s future, I truly hope you consider becoming core members of this next project.

Itaru: (Eight racehorses competing in the promotion race line up at the gate. Favored to win is Communication Skills Demon, but My Parents Are Absolutely Loaded is also attracting quite a lot of attention.)

Coworker A: I’ll do my best to meet your expectations.

Coworker B: I’ve been interested in this project for quite some time now, so I’m honored to be part of it!

Itaru: (The gate has opened and both of the favored horses have taken off running.)

Coworker C: Considering the state of my current workload, I should be able to participate in the induction course.

Itaru: I… sorry, can I have a little more time to think about it?

Itaru: (If it weren’t for the timing, I probably would’ve been all in, but…)

Itaru: (Honestly, I’m so busy with the troupe and the Fleur Award right now that I just don’t have time to think about anything else.)

Boss: …Ah, because you have your own theater company to worry about, right, Chigasaki-kun? Please do consider it based on your schedule with that in mind.

Boss: However, the theme of this urban development project is the arts, which is why the other team members were really hoping to work with you, Chigasaki-kun.

Coworker A: …

Itaru: I thank them for considering me.

Boss: I’ll set up another opportunity at a later date to explain more on what the induction course entails and to introduce the project’s team members. I hope to see you there.

Itaru: I will seriously consider it.

*Door closes*

Itaru: …

Coworker B: He seriously can’t just say he’ll consider it and then refuse.

Coworker C: Must be nice being in a position where you can just quit the company if worse comes to worst.

Coworker A: Well, it is a popular theater company, and the fact that it’s generally well-known definitely doesn’t make it any easier for the company to deal with him.

Itaru: …

Itaru: (If you’re gonna say it, at least do it behind my back.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Chikage: I’m so sorry, but my hands are full at the moment.

Company Employee A: I see. I apologize for dropping it on you so suddenly.

Chikage: Let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with.

Itaru: …

Itaru: Wanna head somewhere a little nicer, Senpai?

Chikage: …I don’t even want to try and guess where that might be, but go on.

Itaru: The hell is that supposed to mean?

Chikage: Haah, I suppose I can’t say no. I’ll go with you.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Punching SFX*

Itaru: Start by cheesing it and then follow that up with a double finishing move and K.O.! Man, is there any greater high than this?

Chikage: If you’re going to try and hide the way you actually feel, do it a little better.

Itaru: …Ughh, this is so stupid. Why can’t it just be the people who actually wanna be part of the promotion race at the starting gate?

Itaru: I mean, they should dip if they don’t wanna do it. Directing hate at me isn’t gonna go anything.

Itaru: There’s supposed to be a fine line between noobs like them and a mid-tierer like me. Why is it that the more of a mid-ranker you are, the less human rights you get?

Chikage: There aren’t really that many mid-level people to begin with.

Itaru: The company knows what to expect from the “Elite Chigasaki-san”. That’s why they’re hiring guys fresh out of college to steadily raise them into the perfect corporate slaves.

Itaru: I get why my colleagues are so desperate to advance their careers by using their outer appearances and mild manners to do so.

Itaru: From their point of view, it’s gotta be infuriating to see a guy who acts so carelessly while chasing after both theater and a career.

Itaru: And hit ‘em with a triple combo finisher-- But I’m just trying to figure out where I stand, so just eff off.

Itaru: Must be nice for you, Senpai. You go overseas a lot and get to level up your career stats in the least complicated way possible.

Itaru: And the things people say about you aren’t nearly as harsh, either.

Itaru: Me, on the other hand, I’m just stuck being the “can-do guy” who does a little better than decent work around the office.

Itaru: At the end of the day, I’m just a mediocre handyman at best.

Itaru: Even if I’m not being treated like the favorite, I still don’t slack off with my work. I may not be the most motivated, but I’d like to think I’m still doing everything I’m supposed to.

Chikage: You sure move your mouth and your hands a lot.

Itaru: What am I even trying to do in the first place?

Itaru: Should I sell my soul and become a corporate slave like you, and aim so high that no one can ever possibly complain about me not being good enough, or should I try and attain a rank that’s purely “Itaru Chigasaki”?

Chikage: Dad jokes and pro-level dodging techniques, huh? (1)

Chikage: Anyway, shouldn’t your first step be thinking about what you want for yourself?

Itaru: What I want… Well, I guess just to maintain the status quo so I don’t have to deal with everyone’s complaints about me… No, actually, maybe I want to speedrun my way to early retirement with passive income…?

Chikage: Then stop spending money on pulls and start investing.

Itaru: Absolutely not.

Itaru: …I originally chose this job based on the benefits and was lucky enough just to get in, so it’s not like I have any real desire to climb the corporate ladder.

Itaru: Most of the troupe have more than one thing on their hand, but they all have dreams and love what they do.

Itaru: And then there’s me who’s job is just a source of income. I feel like I really don’t have a whole lot to bring back to the troupe.

Itaru: It’s an important time for Spring Troupe to compete, and here I am getting caught up in a promotion race while all my coworkers talk behind my back.

Chikage: So you’re in a position where your hobby is more useful to the troupe.

Itaru: Exactly. To be honest, I wonder if there’s even any point in me continuing to be an office worker, but I don’t have the backbone or the self-confidence to just quit and do theater as my full-time job.

Itaru: Basically, I just wanna have something to fall back on.

Itaru: Ugh~, who would’ve thought I’d still be having these kinds of student problems even now… You ever think about this kinda stuff, Senpai?

Chikage: Well… there’s a variety of upsides to my job.

Itaru: A variety?

Chikage: A variety.

Itaru: Oh, okay. By all means, don’t elaborate or anything.

Chikage: No matter where you are, there are always two sides to things. There’s the side where you’re appreciated and the side where you’re disrespected. It’s not just you.

Chikage: The same goes for me, just with a different set of people. I guess I’m just glad to even be able to do theater activities in the first place.

Itaru: But if we’re actually nominated for the Fleur Award this time around, I doubt the company’s gonna be too eager to accommodate for that.

Chikage: Well, the company does have a performance-based evaluation system. If you can’t contribute to improving the company’s image, you’ll be told you need to be giving your work your undivided attention.

Chikage: At any rate, that doesn’t change the fact that we need the results of our next performance to be good too.

Itaru: I guess you’re ri… Hell yeah, I win! Haaah, I feel better now.

Itaru: Oh, right, didn’t you get asked to do something annoying too, Senpai?

Chikage: Ah… I was asked to accompany a client on an overseas business trip as an interpreter, but I had to decline because I just don’t have the time for that right now.

Itaru: Guess even cheaters like you have it hard sometimes. But y’know, I’m sure there’s tons of people who would kill to have the opportunity to do some sightseeing while all you have to do is be an interpreter.

Chikage: Well, it’s not to a country that I particularly want to go to.

Itaru: But you know the language, don’t you?

Chikage: I guess.

Itaru: Yeah, okay, we get it, you’re cheater.

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T/N:

(1) Itaru says “役職 『茅ヶ崎至』 に至る” (yakushoku “chigasaki itaru” ni itaru), literally “Attain the position of “Itaru Chigasaki”. The joke is that the verb “to attain” (至る; itaru) and Itaru’s name are the same kanji and have the same pronunciation, hence why Chikage mentions dad jokes.

[ereborne]

My boss has been pushing back our 'weekly' check-in meeting for three weeks now, because everyone else's position has been in horrible flux (not mine, because I am not faculty, not staff, but a secret third thing: a millennial) and today we finally met (subject of meeting, according to schedule header: "i will be there this time") and we covered our normal small talk and updates (my siblings are healthy, her dog is not, I am doing wonderful/terrible things to our data systems, she is going to fight the finance team bareknuckled, the usual) and then she asked me if I had seen the email from that one guy retracting his plans to do what I've been referring to as the Massive Dick Move (do you know the little gremlin titter that plays in old cartoons when there's a moderately-malicious mischief taking place just off screen? hehehee that is me I am the gremlin today) and I said no! could she forward it! and she forwarded it to me (hehehee) and so we concluded our meeting with great relief and comradery (and also very quietly internally I was still going heheheee).

I maintain it is not blackmail to explain to a man exactly and in calamitous detail what will happen to the data and support to which he is entitled if he follows his stated course of action. I was simply apologizing aforehand. There would have been no helping him.

[amazingmaeve]

Thomas Shelby Fic recommendations ii!

this a part two to my Thomas Shelby recommendations so there’s a lot of content over in part one. also don’t forget to like ALL of these fics and leave a nice comment for the authors who deserve it!

old faces ➵ @gypsy-girl-08

all there’s left to do is run ➵

the stable boy ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ Tommy’s sixteen year old daughter secretly falls for the new stable boy. What happens when Tommy discovers the truth and attempts to separate them?

reap what you sow ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ Y/N is accused of stealing a check from the company, resulting in her being fired. But only after a tense situation, does her boss and longtime crush Thomas find out the truth.

always mine ➵ @shelbywhiterose

summary ➵ After a one night stand leads to a pregnancy, Tommy longs for a relationship with the child that’s out of his grasp.

through the mud ➵ @peakyswift

summary ➵ tommy’s back from france but nothing’s as it used to and its hard to get better when you don’t let anyone in

a well needed sleep ➵ @madame-wilsonn

summary ➵ Tommy has a terrible nightmare and there is only one way to calm him down.

a day in the market ii ➵ @ablxssm

summary ➵ Tommy Shelby and Grace spend the day in the market. What he doesn’t expect is seeing his first and only love.

forever is the sweetest con ii ➵ @gilmoreslorelai

summary ➵ In which Tommy breaks his wife’s heart.

you can be my guy, and im your baby, right? ➵ @sunsetmourners

summary ➵ you’re trying your hardest to save your marriage while your husband could care less.

right where you left me ii iii ➵ @gilmoreslorelai

summary ➵ which Tommy has not returned the love he has received.

gentle love ➵ @vintunnavaa

summary ➵ A loving husband, a new house and the impending birth of your first child. Your life had everything one could ask for, but what happens when the shadow of your husband's past love comes back to darken your future?

all for them ➵ @creme-bruhlee

summary ➵ you see your husband struggling with sobriety, and he ensures you that he'll stay sober for three reasons: you, his daughter, and his yet-to-be-born son.

meet me in the pouring rain ➵ @sunsetmourners

summary ➵ you remind tommy what it’s like to feel young again. or in which, tommy is heavily in love with his wife <3

whatever you want ➵ @peakyswift

summary ➵ you storm out the house after a fight with tommy

all apologies ➵ @gypsy-girl-08

summary ➵ You have been married to Thomas for seven years. And both have two children, Charlie and Ruby. But, lately your husband has been distant.

after all this time ➵ @runnning-outof-time

summary ➵ Sometimes there's no forgetting what's been done in the past.

I know why the blackbirds sing ➵ @sincerelymargot

summary ➵ tommy has a lot of audacity inviting you to sing at his wedding knowing the kind of history you two share. you have a lot of nerve showing up knowing the exact same.

tired of me ii iii iv v ➵ @valentine-in-my-quinjet

summary ➵ Neither of you are strong enough to talk about your problems in your marriage, you coexist in a state of sleepless nights and last chances but can any of that change when you start visiting a therapist?

hold me, love me, touch me ➵ @madame-wilsonn

summary ➵ If you hold me without hurting me / You’ll be the first who ever did.

strangers ➵ @dylansslutt

summary ➵ you just got a new job at the garrison, and you have no idea who or what the peaky blinders were.

ghost girl ii ➵ @retromafia

summary ➵ Tommy befriends a local weirdo. She somehow brings him peace, but they have something in common as well...

lovesick ➵ @celticmelody

summary ➵ your daughter gets sick throughout the night and when returning to Arrow House, you have time to speak to your husband about all the reasons you left... and all the reasons he wants you to return. 

teach you a lesson ➵ @celticmelody

summary ➵ you’re soon to marry Thomas Shelby, the infamous horseman amongst the gangsters in Birmingham. however, when he finds out you’ve never ridden before, he makes it a task to teach you... amongst other lessons that unravel afterwards. 

answer me ➵ @yourfavouriterival

summary ➵ what happened to their friendship? what remains?

less and less ➵ @yourfavouriterival

summary ➵ she’s moving on, right? she’s happy, right? so, then, why isn’t she? and now that he’s back in her life, what’s going to happen?

[cinturon-cadena]

My D&D Party!!

I can finally post this beautiful artwork that I commissioned from @bimborat for the D&D 5e game that I run online!!

[From Left to Right: Giblet the Aarakocra Monk/Ranger/Fighter, Rael the Drow Druid, Raguel the Godling in the back, Asbel the Half-Elf Fighter/Warlock, Kori the Half-Elf Wizard, Ti the Aasimar Cleric/Artificer, and in the front veiled in shadow is Endrina the Shadow Demon patron of Asbel]

Bimborat aka Eldritch Blossom is an amazing and talented artist who churned this out for me in under a month! Go check out her Tumblr here and her Instagram here!

She was very patient and adaptable throughout the entire process, and obviously the results speak for themselves!! ❤❤

False Hydra Encounter Spoilers under the cut~

IF YOU ARE CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING ANY OF THE FOLLOWING AS A PLAYER, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE AS IT MAY SPOIL THE EXPERIENCE:

Random things (such as health potions) appearing on or around dead bodies

Extra beds in the Tavern/Hotel rooms you stay in

NPCs frequently referring to your Party as 1 person larger than it is

Allies/Enemies randomly becoming more damaged than they were a second ago

NPCs having inconsistent memories or selective amnesia

Empty houses that are fully furnished as if someone could live there, but NPCs insisting that "no one has ever lived there"

Ok, Storytime~

I'm DMing this D&D 5e Party online, and have been for nearly 2 years now. They've finally made it to level 11, so I can start throwing some really big bosses at them like the False Hydra.

I give one of my PCs, Ti, a note from a villager in the upcoming town, stating that they had the pleasure of meeting a friend of Ti's and that they should meet. This is a big deal, because Ti has been looking for this friend of his for a long time. He convinces the Party to come with him to meet his friend, and the Party arrives in the town.

The town is oddly quiet and empty, with only a few market stalls manned. They come across an odd homeless man that appears to be graffitiing the side of a house in charcoal with the words, 'LOOK UP'. When the Party attempt to communicate, he gives no indication that he can hear them and runs away.

Things get even stranger when they arrive at the address the letter was sent from. They are greeted by an eccentric Halfling Gnome! (definitely a Gnome!) inventor, who invites them to test his Nonmagiscry device - a contraption that is able to instantly capture the image of someone nearby without the use of magic. They agree and the inventor instructs the Party to pose for him. Afterwards they ask him about the letter and the mysterious cryptic note in the middle of it. However, not only does he have no idea what they're talking about or who Ti's friend is, but the panicked note that was embedded in the middle of the letter is gone!

Apologizing that he can't help the Party more, the inventor informs them that if they're looking for someone out of town, they should go to the tavern as it's a popular place for travellers.

They arrive at Larry's, a tavern named after the talented chef and owner. Inside, they find that most of the tables are empty, with only 1 or 2 patrons at the occupied tables spread out oddly throughout the tavern. Despite this, most of the tables are full with tankards of ale that haven't been touched, and the barista, Larry's wife, appears overwhelmed at trying to manage the half-empty establishment.

After some questioning and ordering of drinks, the Party finds out that someone matching the description of Ti's friend had passed through town some days ago, but they were being followed by 'mysterious figures in dark cloaks' (it's the cult problem they've been having to constantly deal with throughout their adventure).

They thank her for the information and get a room for 2cp/person - 12cp 10cp in total. The price includes a delicious breakfast made by her husband.

This is when things start to get really interesting.

The Party wakes up the next morning, and Rael has scratched 'IT'S WATCHING' on his own chest with his fingernails during his sleep (meditation, technically - dude's a Dark Elf).

This, naturally, causes the entire Party to Freak Out. They deliberate what to do before Kori the Wizard has an idea: he takes the small silver pocket mirror that he had bought the day before, and uses it to view the room.

They see that Rael and Ti's room window has been smashed from the outside through the mirror. They are on the second floor. And the window appears normal when they look at it without the aid of the mirror.

Taking it to the others' rooms also yields some interesting finds: in Kori and Giblet the Aarakocra's room they find scratching on every wall surface stating, 'IT'S WATCHING YOU IT'S ALWAYS WATCHING THE EYES THOSE HORRIBLE EYES', as well as a boarded-up window. In Asbel's room they find more broken glass and blood stains around the window. They also find an extra bag that doesn't belong to anyone.

Needing a break from this insanity, the Party decides to go downstairs and discuss their findings over breakfast. However, upon arriving they are served nothing but a meager burnt toast and coffee instead of the breakfast buffet they were promised from the barista's husband. Upon questioning the barista about it, she curtly informed them that she has never been married.

Taking their investigation outside, the Party discovers that the number of footprints in the snow around town seems to have more than doubled overnight. Using Giblet's tracking abilities, they follow a set of new footprints to an abandoned house with a wide-open gate that bears a sign saying, 'BEWARE OF DOG'.

They do not find a dog.

However, Giblet's keen eyes do find what the rest of the Party somehow missed: a doghouse in the backyard that seems to have been completely obliterated from above. As the Party examines it, both Giblet and Kori spot something in the back window of the house:

A pale, gaunt face with wet, hollow holes for eyes and a distended jaw filled with perfectly straight, white teeth. It is extended unnaturally as it sings a horrible song.

As they watch it, it seems to slink back further into the house.

The 2 lead the Party into the back of the back of the house in order to find out what this creature is. After some investigating, they find a storage closet with some potions of Blindness/Deafness as well as a potion of Clarity. They also find an empty bedroom with all the furniture from the entire house piled up in the closet.

Deciding to head back to where this all begun for them, the Party heads back down the street to the inventor's house. However, halfway there Rael gets the Feeling of Being Watched, and he can hear a horrifying melody being bellowed from somewhere behind the Party. The rest of the Party appear to be unaffected.

Slowly, carefully, Rael holds up the small silvered mirror that Kori had given him, and sees behind him a massive pale fleshy stalk that stretches up into the sky. At the top of the stalk is a pale, gaunt face with wet, hollow holes for eyes and a distended jaw filled with perfectly straight, white teeth. It is extended unnaturally as it sings a horrible song.

Rael does his best to Not Freak Out, and succeeds fairly well. He subtly informs the rest of the Party that they're Being Watched and that it might be a good idea to plug their ears (he has correctly assumed that the Singing is Bad).

The Party, unfortunately, are not so subtle, and begin frantically ripping their clothes and tying cloths around their heads in order to try and muffle their ears. The False Hydra sees what they're doing and attacks!

It goes after Rael first, since he's at the back of the group. Before the Party's very eyes, Rael seems to disappear out of nowhere. Rael can still see the Party from where he's being grappled in the Hydra's mouth, 20' in the air, but the Party seem unable to heed his cries.

Using his quick thinking and Monk training, Giblet stills his mind and is able to now hear Rael's cries, though he is still unable to see him. Flying up, Giblet, with Rael's instruction, manages to land a hit on the False Hydra and grab Rael's hand. Rael wildshapes into an ant and slips out of the False Hydra's jaw just as the beast bellows in pain and disappears down into the hole in the middle of the street.

Giblet, with Ant!Rael in tow, dive down after the monster. Kori reaches into the Bag of Requirement I provided the Party with at the beginning of the Adventure (so of course they've never used it until now), and rolls well enough to pull out Eyedrops of True Sight. He uses them and chases after his Party members, providing them with the eyedrops as well.

They descend down through the tunnels into the depths below the town, until they come across a massive cavern with a twisting labyrinth. Fortunately, Ant!Rael has an amazing sense of smell, almost as if ants' entire lives revolve around olfactory communication! So Giblet places Ant!Rael on his unfolded paper fan which acts like a protractor, and Ant!Rael indicates the direction in the maze with the most foul stench.

Using the AntProtractor, the Party make it to the centre of the maze, where the massive, bulbous mass of pale flesh sits with no less than 5 long fleshy stalks with horrifying heads at the ends.

The battle was long and hard, and had 2 phases so that when the Party thought they had won, I pulled a sike! on them and they had to fight it again. Multiple Party members were rolling Death Saves at the same time, multiple times in a row! (Remember, these guys are level 11; I'm allowed to be hard on them now)

One by one, they defeated each head until there was only one left. 2 Party members were in the process of being swallowed by this thing. Another was still in its jaws. Those not within its grasp were either being paralyzed or recovering from their Death Saves.

Then Ti, one of the Party members within the gullet of the False Hydra, Ti sliced its neck open Hercules-style and slayed the Final Head. The False Hydra was Dead.

(then I moved the turn order up and loudly announced it was the False Hydra's turn. And that it was Dead so it didn't get a turn :) My Party cussed me out after they recovered from the horror)

Tired but victorious, the Party burned the body and left the bowels of the town to return to the surface. They exited from a hole near the inventor's house, and Kori remarked that they still needed to see how the Nonmagiscry picture had turned out. Together, Giblet, Rael, Asbel, Kori, and Ti walked up to the inventor's door.

The inventor was suspicious at first, seeing to have regained awareness that there was a monster lurking about eating people at random. But after reassuring him that they had defeated the monster, he welcomed them in with open arms.

He retrieved the photo of the Party and gave it to the Five of them:

There was a Sixth person in the photo.

[tookishcombeferre]

Happy 8th Birthday Undertale!

It’s hard to believe Undertale turns 8 today!!

I’m going to be posting more of my fic (2 chapters) today in celebration, but I wanted to post something a little more personal on my blog.

In Summer 2022, I gave birth to a squish. Bean is incredible. I adore them.

One day in late Fall/Winter of 2022/2023 we were going on an Amma/Bean outing to just see some more of the world. I decided to play the Undertale soundtrack because I was feeling nostalgic and it was a style of music Bean hadn’t heard yet.

When I say Bean imprinted on “Death by Glamour” I mean they imprinted on that song to the point that I was allowed listen to nothing else for 72+ hours straight. If I changed the song, they would straight up banshee scream until I put it back on.

Eventually, I showed Bean MTT’s boss battle and we listened to the Man on the Internet cover of the song as well. (This was the only variation I got in listening to the same song for almost a month.)

For Bean’s six month well check, Dada and I decided to get them a plush of Mettaton mostly as a joke. We figured we’d put it in a keepsake box to give to them after they graduated high school.

Nope. They imprinted on it! Ton-ton had to go everywhere. This was to the point we felt the need to get them a second one for their birthday in case Ton-ton the original got lost or came unstuffed.

I’ve found my Bean’s bond with MTT to be kind of interesting. I’m the primary “stay at home” caregiver to Bean, but I’m an actor and writer on the side. I’m also a relatively femme-looking transmasc person. So, sometimes, seeing them holding, cuddling, and just now starting to talk to MTT like a best friend makes me kind of emotional. I see their empathy for people who are different. I see the kind of love that I’m fostering in them for my community. I have hope for the way Bean will accept me in their easy acceptance of the “KISS Doll” as my parents call him.

I’ve just moved back about 5-10 minutes away from my family after a long time running all over the country and state. That, and I just came out to all of my family this year. There’s been some good moments in that and some very painful ones.

Dada (my spouse) and I started playing Undertale around Spring of 2023. My spouse hasn’t really played the game in any significant way, but we started with True Pacifist because life is too sad to do anything else. We’re only just getting into Waterfall because, as new parents, we don’t have a lot of free time.

But, I’m looking forward to meeting Mettaton again. Because, as weird as it sounds, I feel like I owe him an apology.

When I first played the game, I wanted to kill Mettaton … so badly. I hated him because, in a way, he reminded me of me. So, I figured killing him would feel like killing the part of me that I hated. I knew I couldn’t really do anything to myself without hurting the people I loved in ways I didn’t want to - I might have been self-centered at times, but I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t just leave. But, I was playing with my friend at the time and she was very adamant about playing True Pacifist and nothing else. (I also managed to get a spoiler about what happens to Alphys if you kill Mettaton and that really put me off it because Alphys was my favorite.)

But, in many ways, I hated Mettaton in the ways I hated myself. He was merely a stand in for me.

I “ran away” from home and changed my identity.

I upset my family.

I could be over dramatic.

I had my manic moments.

I wanted fame in my writing and my performance, and I wasn’t shy (or all that humble) about sharing my big dreams (or my talents there in).

So, I look forward to meeting him again because I owe that trans masc robot an apology for hating him so much.

For, through the eyes of my child, (through no expectation or conscious thought of Bean’s own) I’ve learned to love myself all because of a silly techno song and an Etsy plush.

But, it all started with a lovely little game 8 years ago. So, thanks Toby Fox. Happy Birthday Undertale.

[hellbubu]

I’m handsome, tall, and rich

Chapter 4

Naruto walks down a hallway, bag of groceries in hand. He was in front of his door when he found a flyer pasted to the door with adhesive. He ripped it off and stared at the advertisement for an art club for children. As he did so, he couldn’t help but remember his first meeting with Hyuga Hinata. He couldn’t help but smile at himself. Can’t believe that was Hyuga-ssi.

He walked into his apartment to find it spotless. He sighed as he put his sil nae hwa and set the bag on the coffee table.

“ Eoseowa.”

“ I always forget that you clean to destress.” Naruto sat on the recliner.” I might schedule lots of meetings just so that you come clean.”

“With how it was when I got here, I’m surprised you haven’t hired someone to clean for you.”

“It wasn’t that bad!”

“Did you get the groceries?”

“Yes.”

“Go unpack them and wash the vegetables. Once I’m done here I’ll start dinner.”

“You feel better now?” Naruto dug into the meal.” The way you destress is so weird.”

“Why?” Kakashi rolled his eyes at Naruto stuffing his mouth.” I put in the effort to get something done and it’s exactly to my liking. Is there something more satisfying?”

“Ichiraku’s ramen.”

Kakashi rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer. Maybe he should’ve just cleaned, cooked, and taken his meal back home.

“You’re calling off the wedding, right?”

“Of course not. I was made a fool and made to say things I didn’t mean.”

“ Hyuga-ssi doesn’t want this, neither do yo-”

“ Not her. The poser.” Naruto bit his tongue so that he wouldn’t say something along the lines of Oh, yes, the poser. He was wearing T-shirts of bands he didn’t even know of.” What had he called me, again? A-”

“ A lepophagus.”

“I need to make him pay.” Kakashi almost slammed the can on the table.

Sasuke lightly stirred as he felt someone brush the bangs off his face. He opened his eyes and waited for a second or two for his eyes to focus. When they did, he found Hinata sitting on the edge of his bed.

“When did you get here?” He mumbled.

“Just now.” Hinata continued to soothingly run her hand through Sasuke’s hair, almost lulling him back to sleep. He suddenly startled into a semi-awake state once he remembered who Hinata had met the night before.

“Was he angry?” Sasuke mumbled as he squinted at her.” I heard from a coworker that he’s the last person you want to mess with.”

“Past troubles will take care of themselves.” Hinata waved a shaky hand as if to wave away Sasuke’s worries.” Let’s go somewhere nice to destress. My treat.”

“Where to?”

Not half an hour later, Sasuke was at a boutique of the Hyuga family. While he did like nice clothes with soft fabrics, today he was treated more like a doll. It wasn’t the first time Hinata had taken him shopping, but none of the previous times had she had him try almost every item.

“You look absolutely gorgeous!” Hinata exclaimed as Sasuke walked out of a dressing room wearing a cropped blazer.

“What’s with you today? You’re acting weird.”

“I guess it’s just stress.”

Sasuke was getting his eyebrows shaped when a lightbulb went off in his head. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to send me on another blind date. I won’t go.”

“I’m not. Promise.”

Sasuke was sitting in front of Hinata, now that he was awake enough to properly think, he noticed she’s been acting weird; checking her phone, avoiding his eyes.

“You’re up to something.”

“I- you need to listen to me.” Oh no.” President Hatake will arrive any second now.”

“Shut the f-”

“He found out we were friends and insisted on meeting you again.”

“You should’ve lied!”

“ He said he’d investigate you himself otherwise. He’d find out he’s your boss!”

“You could’ve at least warned me!”

“If I had, you wouldn’t have come. He just wants you to apologize. I think. ” Hinata grabbed her purse and made a run for the exit of the cafe.” See you!”

“I should’ve listened to my intuition.”

Sasuke grabbed his things and tried to follow Hinata but bumped into a sturdy chest not even halfway to the door. The purse Hinata had bought him fell to the ground and coupons to his parent’s bakery were scattered on the ground. A big hand grabbed his waist to help him regain his balance.

Sasuke looked up at the person’s face, already knowing who it was but wishing he was wrong. A pair of gray eyes met his dark ones.

“Nice seeing you again, fake-Hyuga-ssi.”

Sasuke sat opposite his boss as the other man played with the coupon. Sasuke didn’t leave his gaze even though he felt the President’s almost bore holes into his head. He looked at the table like it contained the cipher to solve the Voynich manuscript.

“Do you work here?”

“What?”

President Hatake held up the card.”Before you answer, just know that I could just call and ask.”

“My parents own a small bakery.” Fuck! Now he knows where I live. Could I fake my death and move to Mexico? Maybe with Hinata’s help…

“How?” Kakashi asked, still holding the card.

“7,500 ₩ for a Monblance cake slice, 4,200 ₩ for cinnamon bread, but it sells very quickly so you’d have to get there earl-”

“I wasn’t talking about the baked goods.” Kakashi stored it in the pocket inside his jacket.” How much did Hyuga-ssi pay you?”

“Oh. Well…”

“Just be straightforward. Direct.”

Sasuke took a breath as discreetly as he could before telling the CEO an abridged version of the story.” -then I told her I wouldn’t do it. But she insisted and told me she’d pay me 9,000 ₩.”

“You scammed me for just 9,000 ₩?” The incredulity in his voice could be heard plainly.

“Was it really a scam?” Sasuke’s eyelashes fluttered as he twirled a lock of hair on his finger. Please think I’m just pretty and dumb.

“You pretended to be someone else for your own benefit. How isn’t it a scam?”

Sasuke sighed and almost ran a hand through his hair before straightening up. Had he not been too busy thinking about what to say, he would’ve noticed Kakashi checking out his uncovered skin.” Look, I’m sorry, I really am. I desperately needed money and my paycheck couldn’t cover it.”

“So you’re not a full-time scammer?”

“I just work at a medium-sized company. It’s not much.” Sasuke nervously laughed and flashed his boss a coquettish smile.” I wish I could pay you back, but you’re richer than I am, so gifts and money wouldn’t be of much use to you. If you ever need a favor, I would be more than happy to help you, though.”

Kakashi leaned back on his seat, deep in thought.” Tell me, what makes you think I look like a lepophagus?”

“Is that why you’re angry?”

“I’m not angry, just perplexed at the audacity.”

“I just said a random thing to get you to call off the marriage. Now that I got a good look at you, I-” Sasuke cut himself off as Kakashi glared at him.” Sorry. I guess you don’t want to see me ever again. I should go and help at the bakery, we’re looking for part-timers.”

Sasuke’s phone started vibrating and he unlocked it to find a notification from a text by an unknown number.

Don’t answer. Save this number.

“When I call you, answer. If you don’t, I know where to find you.”

“Okay,” Sasuke saved the number under Lepophagus just to spite Kakashi.

“What’s your real name?”

“My real name? Sasuke Sarutobi.”

“What’s gonna happen to you today, Sasuke Sarutobi-nim?” Sakumo Hatake sat in front of his enormous TV, an open bag of chips in one hand. Every day for the past couple of weeks, from 3 PM to 4 PM, he sat in front of the television to watch his favorite series; a drama about a baker’s son’s secret relationship with the CEO of an important company.

” I’ll have a chocolate muffin,” one of the characters ordered.

“What kind of rich people meet their in-laws at a small bakery?” He wondered out loud. Still, he couldn’t help but feel jealous. He had yet to meet his in-laws.

"Eoseowa.”

“How did your date go?”

“I decided to call off the wedding. Please don’t bring her or the wedding up ever again.”

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said.”

” I cannot marry her. The person I’m truly in love with is… Sasuke Sarutobi.” The main lead of the show said just before the mother of the woman he was supposed to marry stood up.

” How dare you humiliate my daughter for the baker’s daughter.” She grabbed a bread roll and threw it at the main lead.

Sakumo sighed.” In dramas and in real life, it’s so hard for people to get married.”

“Sarutobi… where did I hear that name,” Sasuke muttered to himself as he was sent to voice mail again. When I get my hands on her… No one will find her body!

He crossed the street to the bakery just as the door opened. Out walked Hinata carrying a trash bag.” You’re back.”

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Hinata threw the bag and ran upstairs.

Sasuke quickly caught up to her and cornered her in his room, but by then he was more tired than angry. He collapsed on his bed, choosing to ignore Hinata’s existence for now. He’d get his revenge eventually.

“Hey, I’m sure it didn’t go as badly as you think.” She sat down on the edge of his bed.

“Cann it. He knows where I live.” Sasuke covered his face with his hands.” I barely came up with a fake name. I could’ve lost my job.”

“ I’m sorry. You saw how pushy he is.” Hinata laid down next to him.” I really didn’t have a choice.”

The sky was still dark when Kakashi hopped off the treadmill. The TV was on, showing an ad for his company.” I told them to monitor the schedule.”

Kakashi changed the channel as he grabbed his water bottle.

“ The canis lepophagus was a species of canid native to North America during the Early Philocine. It is proposed that its lineage led to wolves and coyotes.”

The documentary droned on and on as he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

Sasuke was under his covers, wearing his favorite pajama when his phone started vibrating violently. He answered the phone without even checking the ID.

“Sasuke Sarutobi-ssi?”

“What? I won’t go catch my fridge.” Sasuke mumbled, already falling back asleep.

“This isn’t a prank call.”

Sasuke checked the ID and was immediately awake.” I’m sorry, sir, I was distracted. Do you need anything?”

“Just making sure you haven't gone off-grid.” He hung up.

Sasuke rolled his eyes and sat up knowing he wouldn’t fall back asleep anytime soon. But that wouldn’t be a problem since it probably wasn’t that early, anyway. He checked the time, not even 5 AM. The moment he could, he’d murder President Hatake.

“Fucking bastard and his husky voice,” Sasuke muttered to himself as he thought of all the ways to kill the man.

Sasuke opened the door to the shared office, almost falling asleep.

“Geeze. You look worse than a zombie.”

“Never give people your number,” he told Karin before falling asleep on his desk.

“Have you- Is Sasuke dead?” Suigetsu barged into the room.

“What?” Sasuke lifted his face and squinted at the older man, not noticing that there was a post-it stuck to his face.

“Nevermind. President Hatake went on a blind date?”

“We’re supposed to care because?” Karin didn’t even look up from her computer.

“What if there’s a merger? Rich people stick together.”

“Are you obsessed with President Hatake?”

“Can you schedule a meeting with Kang-nim this afternoon?”

“I’m afraid your schedule is already packed,” Naruto said.

“What?”

“The order came straight from the chairman.”

Kakashi was ushered from one cafe to another, to a restaurant, to a helicopter to take him to another blind date in Japan. None of the men and women stuck out. Every single one said something safe and predictable. Perhaps, he was just picky, or perhaps someone had set his expectations too high.

“Did anyone catch your eye?”

A shake of the head.

“But you wanted to marry the stand-in after the first date!”

“He wasn’t boring like these ones.”

“How were the dates?” Sakumo asked, sitting on the sofa of Kakashi’s office.

“Do you have any idea how many dates I went on?”

“You went to Japan so that’s… eleven.”

“ I can’t believe you.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” Kakashi walked away from him.” You got me so excited, saying you'd marry Hyuga-ssi only to call it off.”

“That’s not it.”

“Then don’t make excuses. You’ll see all the people I’ve chosen, and if you don’t like any, I’ll find more eligible partners.”

“I do have someone I wish to marry.”

“What? When did this happen? You’re always buried in your work.”

“Everyone is, but there’s always time for dating.”

“Why didn’t you say you had someone?”

“We had broken up. We had a huge fight.”

“Is that true?” Sakumo turned to Naruto.

“If anything you should thank him for getting us back together.”

“Yeah. It was hard because they’re both so stubborn but at the end of the day they’re both soft for each other.”

“When will I meet them?”

“As soon as possible. I need to make sure he has time.”

“Get back to work. I’ll be going now.”

They both waited for the chairman to walk out before speaking.

“How are you getting out of this one?”

“I have someone who owes me a favor.”

Sasuke was in the bathroom reapplying his sunscreen as two men chatted as they washed their hands when his phone vibrated. What does he want now?

“Hello?”

” Let’s meet after work.”

“Sorry, I’m busy.”

” Should I try to catch you at home then?”

“That won’t be necessary,” Sasuke almost screamed, earning him weird looks from his coworkers before they left the bathroom. Down the hall, the two men spotted the back of President Hatake as he walked away.” I’ll work overtime today.”

” Why are you going to Ilsan?”” Are you sure you’re a regular here?”

“Yes. I had coffee there yesterday.” Sasuke got off the taxi and opened the door to come face to face with a play area for children.��Shit!

He sat down in front of Kakashi.” So you’re a regular here?”

“Yes.” Sasuke looked around.” I like the aesthetic.”

Sasuke mentally banged his head against something because there was no way his lie was believable. Not when he was wearing a black mesh shirt and dark purple – almost black – overalls with one buckle undone.

He took a sip of his coffee as a kid came up to him.” Papa, that kid pushed me!”

A woman rushed over and apologized as she led her kid away.

“The vibe’s also great,” the CEO said in a flat tone.

“What did you want to talk about? Please be quick, I’m busy.”

“This is not the place for it, but… let’s go out with marriage in mind.”

“I’m not really into you and I don’t believe in love at first sight.” Sasuke stood up and grabbed his bag.

“Sit down. You’re making a fool of yourself. Let’s pretend to date.”

“No.” Sasuke walked out of the restaurant with President Hatake following close behind.” One day I’m an imposter and the next you’re asking me to do it again.”

“ I don’t have a choice. You’re ideal for the joke.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean doesn’t matter. You promised me a favor.”

“Don’t put me in this kind of situation.” Sasuke was about to cross the street when the CEO spoke up.

“ 18,000 ₩, right? I’ll double it.”

“What?” Sasuke turned around and his skin glowed under the moonlight.

“For every time you meet my father I’ll pay you 36,000₩.”

Sasuke stood there for a second, he really needed the money but there were too many risks.

“You can let me know when you’ve made a decision.”

“Fine.” Sasuke turned around once more but Kakashi stepped beside him.

“Let me walk you to the station.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“If you say so. Good night.”

” I haven’t seen you in a while.” Sasuke had been lying in bed, thinking of all the ways this situation could’ve been avoided when Genma called.

“I’ve been busy lately but I’ll make sure to drop by sometime.”

” You sound like shit.”

“Work’s shit. But I’ll make sure to drop by.” Can’t do shit because of that lepophagus.

Not an hour later, Sasuke was in his room trying to get some work done when he got another call from the asshole that seemed to haunt his every second.

” I’m outside. We need to talk.”

“ You can’t just show up unannounced. I was about to go to sleep!”

” I could go in if you want. The lights are still on.”

“Just stay there, I’ll go down.”

Sasuke put makeup on in record time but forgot to change clothes so he ended up in President Hatake’s car with only short shorts and a long, thin shirt as well as knee socks.

“ I thought you were about to turn in.”

“I was. I’m just very insecure about my face.”

“Nevermind that.” He handed Sasuke a folder.” Here is the contract as well as a presentation with all the information you should know about me.”

“No way. I haven’t agreed to anything.”

“You’re the best for the job.”

“Find someone else.” Sasuke opened the door and walked out.

Kakashi grabbed him before he could enter.” Why can’t you do this?”

Sasuke was about to lie through his teeth when he noticed his brother walking towards them. He tried to get Kakashi off him but accidentally pushed him, since Kakashi had grabbed him not a minute before, Sasuke fell with him.

Itachi walked inside the building, not noticing the two people of the ground whose lips were touching.

[hannahsmusings]

Jackson

You’re in New York, it’s a bloody holiday, Hannah. It’s a holiday under the guise of work. You’re probably in some fancy ass hotel right now living the high life. *he scoffs angrily, not able to do much else since he was still just so flabbergasted that you were actually in America right now* Yes, you should have checked but here we are, Hannah. You’re there, I’m here. Can’t rewrite history, love, it’s already happened. *the pet name wasn’t coming from a place of love but from a place of anger, still pacing the length of his bedroom, hoping that hearing your side would calm him but it hasn’t at all, just making him angrier if he was honest* Next time you can’t reach your boyfriend and your jackass boss forces you to get on a plane, maybe you just stand up for yourself and tell him you have other shit to tend to before you just go willingly, yeah? That would make it a lot better next time. *you had never given Matt reason o believe you’d cheat but he had serious jealousy problems, you defending this guy just making it worse, something inside him screaming that you had feelings even though this was your first date properly meeting the man* Yeah, we’ll see where I’m at when you get home. I might be in fucking Australia or something. *he sighs, seeing the time and knowing he needed to get going, he couldn’t be late for work because of this nonsense* I need to go…

*Jackson could hear it in your voice that you were upset, you apologizing over and over and it was starting to make his fists clench and his chest hurt, hating that you were just in there seemingly taking all the blame for something, able to hear your voice get teary and he nearly ripped the damn door down* *Jackson hated clingy and possessive men, not sure who your boyfriend was or how he was, but just from the gist of this, Jackson could tell he was controlling and he was angry at you for either taking the job or for flying to the States or both* *he wanted to take the phone from you and tell this person to fuck off, but he had no right to do that, he had no right to be stood here right now actually but he couldn’t move, his feet unable to move from this spot*

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*every word you said felt like a punch to the gut, feeling like you were purposely trying to be hurtful and that made the tears leak, my voice thick as I didn't have the energy to argue with you, you were set in your ways and sighing* It's not as easy as that. I can't pick and choose what I do. This is the nature of the job. *murmurs but you were ignoring me to rant, flinching a little as you make that cutting remark and swear, sniffing quietly but not wanting you to know that I was crying as I didn't want to appear weak* Yeah, okay. We'll talk when I'm home. *murmurs softly, heart aching at this fight as all I wanted was for you to be happy for me but you just couldn't do that* Bye, Matt. *murmurs softly before I hang up and put the phone on the side, burying my head in my hands and letting the tears fall, remaining quiet when I cried as I'd learned to cry silently, sniffing occasionally before my head lifts as the hotel phone rings on my bedside table, immediately taking a deep breath and wiping my tears as I answer it* Hello? *they inform me that an attendant was coming up the lift with my items, thanking them before I stand and dust myself off and open the door to go out and meet them, making sure it didn't look like I was crying before I left my room*

[emyluwinter]

Hello, my dear. I apologize for such a long absence.

On the 17th, I finally went on vacation. I haven't been on vacation for more than 4 years, so...

My body was very CLEARLY hinting that it could no longer cope with the load.

In particular, for the third December in a row, I have a monstrous blockage at work. And I started working overtime without extra pay for it, for about a week. (This is very common in Russia)

So that.....my dear, don't repeat like me, if your nose starts to bleed, your wrists hurt and your consciousness looks like mush...

And your mental state is rolling down at the speed of a roller coaster...

f*ck this job and go rest.

Yes, I'm an adult lady, I can also get swearing. Excuse me.

I feel a little better physically now.

But it's still hard for me to write.

So. I want to share my impressions about chapter 6.

Attention spoilers!!!!

BIIIIIIIIIG SPOILERS!!!

First.

LORD, I LAUGHED SO MUCH!!!

The chapter began with the fact that our *cough* "princesses in trouble" * cough* abducted boys are not particularly enthusiastic about the situation. (They always have to be rescued or helped by someone. Crowley are you sure Yuu/MС not a prince or hero stolen from RSA?)

Damn it, I was so surprised by Idia's behavior.

Have you always been such a serious, domineering guy?!

No stuttering, embarrassment, uncertainty.

"I'm the boss here" - oh dear...what are you doing with the fandom.

WE WELL UNDERSTOOD THAT YOU WILL BE ANOTHER PAIN IN THE ASS IN THIS CHAPTER!!!

LET ME REMIND YOU FOR A MOMENT THAT HE MANAGES STYX AT THE AGE OF 18.

And his employees obey him!!!Who the hell are older than him!!

Competent, responsible and well aware of what works and how and what needs to be done.

My respect for this character. I applaud it is very well reflected in the small details. He showed himself amazing.

The abducted boys continue to complain and quietly swear at Idia. He said that "they don't harm him, he won't harm them", but you didn't say that they could still be that headache only in a more peaceful "role"

Please remain such scoundrels. I laughed so much from that.

I didn't quite understand the part about the shower...But even in Onboro there were better conditions, you know!!

Poor Vil. he needs his care products. Idia, your list of moral damages and compensation is increasing at an astonishing rate. Ahahahaha

You'll have to sue them all until retirement.

The question arises how long can Azul go without a potion to be a "human"?

Funny fact. The boys were changed into different clothes. And some players noticed that we saw Vil's neck for the second time. Seriously, man, is your neck some kind of weapon of mass destruction that you have to close it?! Ahahhawrddph.

And Leona's chest muscles. Leona seriously, you're the only one with such a stretched fabric on your chest!! (The others have the rest of the fabric is hanging freely)

Tell me honestly, they couldn't find a size for you?

Then how the hell are you pumped up. It's against the law.

AND WHEN THEY WERE GIVEN A NON-DISCLOSURE CONTRACT!!!!THEY READ IT FOR MORE THAN AN HOUR FOR SURE!!!

Irritating Idia with this. * can't stop laughing*

I swear, Azul probably checked every letter and paper to see if it needed to be set on fire, illuminated, or some of his tricks so that he wouldn't be cheated.

Azul - do you think I won't beat you in my own contracts, you f*cking smartass?!

I wonder how they will beat in the plot that Hades in the cartoon was a "Lover of deals" ?

Meanwhile, in College, in the office, they told us a little more about STYX and who controls it.

From the conversation between Lilia and Malleus, it becomes clear that these two are clearly over a hundred years old. Did Lilia know Idia's grandmother?

Rook had such an angry face that I even wondered how this character generally behaves in anger.

Man, what patience you have.

After the meeting, Ruggie and Rook and Yuu meet Jack.

Ruggie told Jack everything in a message about what happened.

Jack, as the nicest boy of this college, was worried about Yuu. Because they were wounded? Something like scratches as far as I understand.

(Don't let me approach him, I'll strangle him in my arms and love. )

And at the same time they are going to check out our Adeuce and Epel combo.

We waited to find out if everything was okay with our cute boys.

I swear when I heard the voice of the first part during the abduction, my anxiety just went crazy.

From this scene we learned that...

CREWEL IS ANGRY THAT HIS STUDENTS WERE SO HURT.

According to him, his entire class 1 is his chain Dogs.

My respect for this character has made a "whoosh" up.

Nice strict fashionable and handsome daddy~

He and Jack also reassure Yuu and Epel that they couldn't do anything.

And when I saw the choice for a replica of Yuu....

Yuu poor child, please help them.

It's so stressful for them.

there was something like "I knew I couldn't do anything on my own" and "I'm absolutely useless" (not literally, but the meaning was similar)

Onboro is ruined. Ace and Deuce were wounded and they did not regain consciousness.

Crewel said that because of the wreckage in Onboro, they suffered more, plus they did everything on emotions without thinking about the consequences.

You're my good ones, you were so eager to help that you tried.

Actually, as I thought, we will be in this chapter without our combo.

Because it is very difficult to prescribe each scene for a large number of characters. In addition, if a lot of people break into STYX, it will not be entirely logical.

EPEL INVITED YUU TO POMFIORE. PLEASE LET YUU AND GRIMM LIVE IN NORMAL CONDITIONS!!!! Yuu had to make a choice or stay in college. Or go with Epel to catch up with Rook. (He somehow knew where to go to deliver the care products for his "Beautiful Queen")

This moment was so ......heavy?

Yuu remembered about Mickey, about how Grimm called for help, that Ace and Deuce were wounded.

My poor heart. Who has blue duct tape? I need to glue it back together.

And there was SUCH A HEAVY HINT again.

Either Yuu chooses "................." ( seriously there was such an option) or " (even if I go with him, I still won't be able to do anything) "

We are shown that Yuu is very worried about not being able to help others. That they feel useless and helpless.

Stop destroying this child's mental health.

As a result, together with Epel, they break off in pursuit of the hunter. On a broom.

EPEL SCARED/SURPRISED ROOK!!!!!

MY DEAR BOY, YOU DID SOMETHING THAT NO ONE COULD PROBABLY DO IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE!!!!

I swear I wanted to see an animation where his "hat" bounces with surprise like in cartoons.

And the way Epel yelled at Rook!!!

A small aggressive purposeful guy with a cute face. Ahahatprsodlorpmp

Rook agreed that it was worth landing and discussing everything calmly.

My dear I can't. I thought all this scene that the Rook looks like a papa bear who takes care of his rebellious child (Epel)

Because he saw that Epel didn't even use a spell against the wind so as not to freeze.

A good detail by the way!!!

As a result, poor Epel and Yuu froze to blue lips and numbness of the limbs.

Rook, like a good papa bear, warmed them up and fed them.

In return, they must obey his instructions.

You know what else surprised me? THAT THEY HAD CAUGHT UP WITH HIM AT ALL.

HE'S A DAMN HUNTER.He's not supposed to leave footprints and stuff like that. And two freshmen found him and caught up with him on a broom!!!

DAMN IT, THEY TOLD US ABOUT HIS UNIQUE MAGIC.

it was....such a simple explanation?! To be honest, I expected a little more "pompous" in the case of a Rook.

But his magic is still a cheat code for stalking.

It is called in English "I see you"

It's no wonder that most of the college is shooing you away from Rook!!ahahaha.

In Japanese, if I understood correctly, "Bow and arrows that reach the end".

I like the Japanese version more. Although the English one looks more creepy by ear.

If you hear "I see you" from the Rook when you are playing hide and seek.

.............May the kingdom of heaven be upon you, man. Run to some garlic field so he doesn't get you.

Leona was shown to be a very smart guy who says with his direct look, "I don't f*cking believe you for a split second"

Idia - we will collect data from the research within 24 hours and let you go.here are the non-disclosure documents.

Leon. - B*llsh*t. I know you're up to something.

They also said that the Rook has two younger brothers / sisters and three younger ones.

A total of 6 children.

Epel is shocked, we are shocked.

Does his family have a bunch of houses all over the world that act as a teleporter among themselves?

WHY DIDN'T THEY SHOW US ROOK HOUSE?!?LET ME IN, I WANT TO SEE WHAT'S OUT THERE!!!!!

Idia -I am the head of a highly classified mysterious organization. NO one knows where it is, an invisible shield against intruders.

Rook flying on a broom from nowhere - BONJOUR!!

HE SCARED THE HELL OUT OF IDIA, I SWEAR TO YOU!!!

OH GODS, HOW I SCREAMED AND LAUGHED AT THIS MOMENT!!!!

ROOK WITH HIS GREETING!!!

They are almost trying to kill them there, but it's nice to introduce yourself in the first place. AVDJSKDFLHJX

To break into uncharted dark territory, so to do it beautifully ~

Idia - WHAT THE F*CK, IS HE HERE?!? WHY IS HE F*CKING HERE?!?

"I want to eliminate him, but not eliminate him now!!"

Do you remember how everyone thought that Vil would break in by knocking the door off his foot into Idia's room before episode 6 came out?

They thought it would provoke him to overblot.

well, actually....

NOT MUCH OF A MISTAKE

ROOK DID IT

help me, I can't laugh anymore and review this moment... my stomach hurts.

Rook had a well-thought-out plan to let the three of them inside.

The moment when the Grimm cried………IDIA I SWEAR TO YOU IF YOU…

No one dares to offend and bring a Grimm to tears!!!

AND YOUR FAVORITE THEORY TIME!!!!

TIME FOR THEORIES!!!

In all the previous parts, Yuu had dreams about the seven and there was "ink dripping"

BUT

There was no ink yet. But there have already been two dreams about Hades.

Maybe Idia will accumulate ink for the overblot too quickly?

Do dreams come as a warning?

And where is the Idia stone?!?Did you pawn it in order to get money from it for one of the characters in the gacha?

Also, does this "ink" rather go as a disruption of plans? And everything went perfectly until Rook and Epel and Yuu came.

Yuu lives in some too dark Scooby-Doo show. Ahahaha.

Yuu please tell Rook to warn the others that they need to get their feet in their hands and get the f*ck out of there.

BECAUSE WITH EACH OVERBLOTT IT BECOMES MORE AND MORE DIFFICULT TO COPE.

AND NOT EVEN A WEEK HAS PASSED SINCE THE LAST ONE, FOR A MINUTE!!!

I'm generally surprised how Vil still walks calmly. Man, was your overblot a little more than 24 hours ago?!ARE YOU OKAY AT ALL?!?

Vile and Leona scare me.

Leona after overblot - Pf, I'm going to play Magift.

Vil after his overblot - Nonsense! I 'm going to perform at VDC !

Yuu - it's not f*cking funny, you know.

I'm also worried because Yuu and Grimm were the only witnesses to as many as 5 overblots.

Okay, two or three is an incredible accident. BUT FIVE IS ALREADY A PATTERN, YOU KNOW.

And what prevents Idia from using this information?

He literally has in his hands a person who knows students down to the parameters of the body - Rook. And a not magical student who definitely knows what happens before overblots, because they saw it personally.

Idia can use Yuu as an "informant" I will give you "freedom" but you will find their weaknesses.

It's exactly like in their dream about Hades and Meg before meeting Idia.

Use Grimm and the others as hostages? Yes, it is quite likely.

Yuu can't do anything against him, because they are "mere mortals"

Idia can also use this trio against the abductees in her "experiment simulator"

And I have one more question that has been bothering me since the very beginning of this update.

WHERE.DAMN IT. DIRECTOR. CROWLEY?!?!

WHERE?!?

WHERE IS THIS FEATHERY CROW'S ASS?!??!?

[hotch-stufff]

Meet the Parents

Gif is not mine

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Warnings!: angsty, mentions of neglect, bad parenting, fighting, arguing, lots of yelling, parents saying degrading things towards reader, but happy ending between reader and hotch obviously

Description: Hotch meets your parents that have never approved of you or anything you do, how will he react when they begin picking apart your life?

A/N: not rlly sure if i love this one, but I hope you guys do. Probably a bunch of spelling errors, just warning you.

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It was a bad idea.

Of course it was a bad idea.

You really didn't know why you had to go through with this.

You never wanted to have to introduce him to your parents. You had hoped this day wouldn't come. They were... not the best parents in the world, to say the least.

But you were engaged, getting married in only a few months, and your parents had of course heard of your engagement from your older sister. She had accidently let it slip on her last visit.

And now you had to introduce him. And God you were terrified. They had belittled and picked apart each and every aspect of your life.

It wasn't really your father, more so your mother. But he had never stopped her and joined in occasionally.

They had always hated your decisions. You had joined the marines straight out of highschool, and went to the FBI academy after 4 years of service. You had then quickly made your way to the FBI's behavior analysist unit, and that was where you had met your now fiance, Aaron Hotchner.

And of course your mother disapproved. She had always wanted you to go the traditional route. Be a stay at home mom, married with kids by the time you were 20.

You were now 28 and just getting engaged, so of course your mother was going to have some complaints.

But you had never expected how the night actually had turned out.

You had been wringing your hands the entire way there. Aaron had been worried about you for the entirety of the trip. Constantly sending you glances, taking your hand in his own and squeezing reassuringly.

"It will be alright, love." He would tell you. You would simply glance at him shaking your head.

He didn't know how wrong he was.

Soon enough you pulled up into the driveway of your childhood home. Your heart beat widely as you stepped out of the car, meeting Aaron on the other side.

"I'm sorry." He shot you a confused look.

"For what?" he had asked.

"Just apologizing in advance." And with that you rang the doorbell. You heard footsteps and the door was yanked open. Your mothers shrill voice rang through the air.

"Honey! They're here." She sent a smile Aaron's way, and glanced at you dissaprovingly. "Darling. What on earth are you wearing?" You looked down at your simple dress and rolled your eyes.

"Good to see you too mom." She shook her head.

"Of course of course. Good to see you as well. And you must be Aaron? We have heard nothing about you." You scoffed, quickly covering it with a cough, as Aaron responded.

"Yes, Aaron Hotchner ma'am. Its wonderful to meet you."he stuck out his hand for her to shake, but she just turned around and strutted away.

"Do come in, we wouldn't want dinner to get cold. You're already 20 minutes late." She scolded as she walked through the kitchen door.

"Mom, we are 5 minutes early." You stated simply. She laughed like you had said the most absurd thing in the world. You just rolled your eyes.

Aaron shot you a glance and you smiled softly at him.

You gathered around your table, hoping for a somewhat pleasant meal. You father walked in glancing at Aaron before doing a double take.

"Ah you must be Aaron." Your father held out his hand hesitantly. Hotch shook it respectfully introducing himself.

"Yes sir, Aaron Hotchner." He nodded politely.

You all sat around the table and began eating in silence. Small talk here and there but mostly silence, until your mother finally spoke up.

"So, you two met at work?"she asked, disdain present in her voice.

"Uh, yes we did. We work together at the BAU." You replied, catching your mothers eye roll but electing to ignore it.

"Yes, I'm the unit chief, and Y/n is one of our best agents." You couldn't stop him before he made his mistake. And you saw the realization flashed in your father's eyes.

"Unit chief? Like the boss?" He asked.

"Shit." You muttered under your breath. "Yes dad, like the boss." You said a bit louder.

"You're dating your boss!" Your mother exclaimed.

"Mom, its not that big of a deal, he isn't my direct boss, another agent is." You tried explaining.

"Ugh, this government talk us just too much at the dinner table." She sighs dramatically and you shut up, not wanted to start a fight so early in the night.

You all continued eating until your dad spoke again.

"So Aaron you must be significantly older than Y/n." Your father continued. Aaron nearly choked on his drink.

"Um, there is a small age difference yes. But we have never let it bother us." God this was painful.

"No but, why on earth would you bother with a young, disappointment like Y/n? I mean she's obviously gained some weight. She had a dishonorable job for a woman. She doesn't have a family, and jmis just now getting into a serious relationship. I mean seriously Aaron, you could do so much better than, her." You could not believe the audacity of this woman. Your mother effectively silenced the entire table. You felt tears gather in your eyes. As you tried to stop them from falling down your face, Aaron set his wine down calmly and stood up.

"Your daughter is very far from a disapointment." He stated matter of factly. "She is by far one of the Best people that I know. She is the love of my life. She is one of THE most prestigious agents in the FBI, and is apart of one of the best teams in the country. She is the most amazing partner in the world, and had become my favorite person. I dont know how you consider yourselves decent human beings when you can sit here and degrade your own daughter like this. And I feel sorry that you can't see how amazing she truly is." He was nearly breathless when he finished. You stood up beside him.

"Aaron's, right. You guys are the most indecent human bei-"

Anger had flashed in your fathers eyes as he stood angrily, slamming his hands on the table, effectively interrupting you.

"How dare you come into our house and speak such words towards us!?" He yelled at Aaron and you with a furociousness you hadn't seen since you joined the marines.

"Sit down and shut up!" Aaron yelled right back, furious that your father had just interrupted you.

You decided it was time to step in and leave.

"Me and my fiance will be leaving now. I hope you have wonderful lives. And the next time I hear from you it better be an apology otherwise you will never be meeting your grandchildren. And my my wouldn't that just be very indecent." You finished in a mocking tone, spinning around and walking away, Aaron hot on your heals.

You somehow held off your tears till you reached the car and pulled into your driveway and then you completely broke down.

Aaron held you the best he could over the console, trying his best to make you feel better

"Sshhh, sweetheart, its okay." He whispered into your hair. "That was so brave. I'm so proud of you." You smiled slowly pulling away from him.

"Thank you Aaron, for everything you said in there. I never would have had the courage to say anything to them if it wasn't for you. So thank you." He was about to protest, but you shut him up quickly by pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

"I love you." He mumbled against your lips.

You just kissed him harder, getting your message across loud and clear. You pulled away, wiping away your tears.

"I think they liked you." You mumbled a few seconds later, causing him to burst into laughter.

"Especially when I told your dad to shut up." You giggled at his statement.

"Especially then." You continued laughing as you leaned in kissing him again.

Never had you been happier for having a man like Aaron Hotchner.

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