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Obedient Chapter 2

roman roy x fem! reader

Summary: After a week of getting the job you seemed to finally get a hold of Roman and his weird humor. You were finally proving yourself to him.

Warnings: Implied drug abuse, dark jokes, degradation

Word Count: 3.8k

Notes: Okay Chapter 2! I do want to warn that (not in this chapter) but later on there will be a reveal of a tragic backstory. Not that y/n is like Roman, but traumatized as well. Theres also going to be some kind of fluff in this one. I am trying to make this a slow burn, but it's so hard. ANYWAYS Soooooo I hope you enjooooy.

Chapter 2: Costa Azzurra Eau de Parfum

You left the office completely stunned. I guess that’s how everyone felt after first meeting Roman. Meeting him was definitely something no one could prep you for. But hey, I guess you finally have a job now. Before you could collect your thoughts, you saw Jess heading your way. “So? What happened? Oh my god, what’d he say?” She spoke quickly, expecting the worst from Roman. Every time she’s been around him wasn’t the best. He was arrogant, disgusting, selfish, rude, well Roman.

“I got the job.” You tried to collect your thoughts. You spent so much time prepping and getting ready for this. You thought at the very least this would be a bit more professional. You didn’t think you’d get berated for 3 minutes. You were at least expecting to even get asked your credentials. If you even made sense for the job. But I guess the Roy’s had enough money to keep everyone quiet and inline. They didn’t need to be too careful.

“You did?” She blinked quickly, looking at Roman then you. Roman spotted her stares and snickered and wiggled his fingers in a way to say hi.

All you could do is nod. “I did.” You finally broke out of your thoughts and started to laugh. You finally were going to see what it was like on the other side. No more struggling or worrying. You could finally pay off your student debt and other debt you’ve unfortunately had to be left with. “Uhh Roman said I needed to speak to you about getting all my stuff organized and all that.” Jess nodded before walking you through what the next steps were.

Before she could even start, Kendall needed her. “uh-Jess, I need you to help me out with a situation right now, Uh- “He started before looking down at you. “What happened? Aren’t you- wait did he just waste our time or-?” He began to question. He seemed stressed. Like he was in a panic for something. Gosh, what a wreck. He was practically sweating an entire fountain. He looked pale. You recognized what it was. Roman hinted at it. Rehab. But it didn’t seem like he quit a while ago. It looked like he really needed his fix. And soon.

“I’m just getting y/n organized, Roman said- “She started to explain before getting cut off by Kendall. I guess they just did that sort of thing. God, how pretentious.

“You don’t work for Roman, do you? No. Now uh-y/n just tell Roman to get someone else to do it. Uh- yea, anyways, I need you…” He quickly snapped before walking away with Jess. You barely made out what he was saying as he left you behind. You were on your own now. You decided to take a breather before having to endure what was Roman Roy once again. Once you composed yourself you turned around, fixed your suit before walking back to his office where he was slouching at his desk, staring at the screen. His head shot quickly up to you as soon as he heard the door, but relaxed once he saw it was you and ignored you for his screen again. “Did you lose your little buddy or something” he teased.

“Uh- no. Kendall told me to get you to help me out instead. Cause, and I quote, ‘she doesn’t work for Roman’” You tried to catch him up. Roman let out an amused sigh as he shook his head. “Wow my brother really does have a way with words. The PC king strikes back again with his stupid fucking union bullshit or whatever. Uh yeah okay, well I don’t know how to do that shit.” His eyes finally leaving his screen to look at you. But not really at you. He really made such intense eye contact. I guess you had to when your dad is the CEO and you might, which I really doubt Roman ever would, become CEO one day.

“Okay, so do I just- “You question pointing your thumbs to the door to go look for someone to do what Roman should be doing for you. “No no, uh just sit down, let me annoy Gerri. Fuck what’s the point of assistant it’s like having a hamster or something” He huffed in annoyance before spamming Gerri with messages to come to his office. He made every attempt to finally get her attention.

You watched an older blonde woman storm into his office, clearly not in a mood to be dealing with him and his issues, which she seems to have been doing for a bit. “What do you want now Roman?” She sighed.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind if you striped naked and y’know call me whatever name you have in your head right now” He implied before seeing her give up with him and nearly leaving. “wait-wait- okay sorry. Uh Kendall got me a new toy and I need her to fill some shit out. You know legal bullshit.”

You just couldn’t believe he could talk to her like that. Nonetheless she seemed like she wasn’t completely livid. She didn’t even tell him off. You looked up at her before standing up and putting your hand out. “Hi, y/n” You smiled. Gerri gave you a smile that gave you the feeling of a disappointed parent, you’ve seen that look before.  “Hi, just follow me and I’ll get you set up. Romans to incompetent to even find where half of his emails are.” She tried to rationalize with you before leading you out of his office. You just followed and sat down in a small conference room with her. “So, what do you do?” You asked before sitting down. She had her back turned to you as she was gathering all the paperwork from the filing cabinets. They had people coming in and out, so they had them ready. But Gerri was right, Roman was incompetent. “I’m the companies General Counsel, uh I basically just make sure they don’t ruin the company with legal stuff” She tried to explain. You nodded silently before taking the papers from her. You decided to read some of it over. You couldn’t believe what was in some of it. For starters I had to be on the clock and at Roman’s disposal 24/7. I had to basically play as this grown man’s mother. The NDA was worse. Nothing that happened or was said could ever leave my mouth or fingers if I were to type it out. I couldn’t tell anything to anyone. Maybe that’s why Jess was so quiet on how Kendall was and what was actually going on. But regardless, you signed. Once you saw what your salary would be, you signed immediately. It was basically making a deal with the devil himself. You practically sold your soul. But who wouldn’t for that kind of money. Once you finished giving off your information, Gerri picked them up and left a hand on your shoulder. “Good luck dear, just one rule I have for you, just don’t pay any of them any mind.” She warned before leaving.

You watched as she walked off, her heels clacking out of the room and leaving you alone. You stood up before finally exiting the room yourself.

You got up before going back to Roman for the day before seeing him grabbing his things on his way to leave. “Where are you going?” You asked. You hadn’t even been here an hour and he was leaving. “An orgy.” He joked before leaving the office. “Give me your phone quickly.” You tried to protest before he snatched it out of your pocket from your suit jacket. “What’s the passcode?” You reached back before he moved it away from you. “Nuh-uh. I need to give you my number if you’re gonna get paid. I do it with all my paid hookers.”

“I’m not a hooker. Or a pet. So, stop comparing me to that.” You stood your ground finally. You weren’t use to keeping your mouth shut. You never really even kept quiet this long. “Yea sure you’re not. That’s what the last Guinee pig hooker I hired said.” He said before using your face to finally unlock your phone. You reached out again before having him smack your hand out of the way. “Ow!” You cried out, holding your wrist.

“Boo fucking hoo, cry me a river, snowflake.” He seemed to try to correct you. You watched him intensely as he seemed to be on your phone forever now. “Oh what, you scared I’m gonna find some sex tape on this? You know it isn’t really smart to keep that on here. With the cloud and whatever the fuck those perverts do. Me, on the other hand, don’t care. You can watch all you want.” He shot you a wink. You reeled back. He wasn’t a good flirt. If this is what he called flirting. It was disgusting. He was basically a walking PR nightmare packaged in a small insecure man’s body. He tossed your phone up in the air before you could even process what happened. You frantically jolted and tried to grab it, thankfully grabbing it before it had fallen on the floor. “Done, I texted myself. I’ll text you what I need after my crazy insane BDSM orgy.” He laughed before hitting the L button. The elevators shut and he was finally gone. I guess it was time to go home too. You decided today was enough. This had been completely overly stimulating for you. It was definitely an intense day. You went home and laid down on your bed. Before you could even cut your eyes, your phone began to buzz. You opened it to see a few texts from Roman. He put his name in your phone to ‘sexy new boss’. What a prick? You’ve never met someone who was so into himself. 

‘helloooooooo’

‘it’s me, your new fuckable boss’.

‘you cant use that against me in court by the way.’

‘hellooooooo I said its me’

‘i’ll send a bomb to your house if you don’t respond to me’

‘okay fine. done. just sent one. now I need a new assistant’

‘ok ok im joking’

You read them as they came one after the other. Wow what a deranged little man. You swiped the messages open and finally replied to him.

‘What do you need?’ you sent.

‘ooo wow so profess. just checking to see if you quit’

‘im kidding again. just checking in on you’

You shook your head before replying to him again with a simple thank you and shutting your phone off again.

This is how it was for nearly a week. You would get ready for work as early as 7:30 am, just to be sent home early because Roman refused to even be there. And when he was, he was basically just making disgusting and deranged comments towards you or whoever the fuck was in the room. But that you can handle. Just an annoyance at this point. He did text you constantly. He seemed lonely. Like he didn’t even have anyone to really talk to. He spent most of his day or even night trying to get you to reply to him. He would send you text after text after text. He assumed because Kendall always texted Jess that was the reason, they were close enough for him to trust her. But he couldn’t break that barrier with you. He didn’t know what he could do to get you to even give him any kind of attention.  You barely flinched at his jokes, at least you didn’t show it and you were social with everyone else. He didn’t understand his need for his attention from you. But he got some kind from everyone so easily. He wanted whatever he couldn’t have. The only kind of reaction you would give him was quiet. You barely even made fun of him back.

You headed to the office later than usual, realizing that you were mostly wasting your time just showing up at 9 am. You were gonna be waiting on Roman for at least 2 hours for him to even get here. He probably had been sleeping in til 12 pm sometimes. You don’t know how Logan hadn’t fired him already. Even if he was his own son. You walked into the building at 11, knowing this was the earliest Roman would even get here. You stepped out of the elevator to see Roman in his office. You walked in before knocking on the door to let him know you were here.

“You’re late.” He sang as he pulled away from his computer. He laughed to himself, looking up at you.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be at the office yet.” You explained before setting down your latte that you got before work. You sat down and pulled out your tablet to review what was next for Roman to slack off on.

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be here. Aren’t you a little slacker? Do I have to look back at your references and experience on that resume of yours?” He sat up, laying his hands on the desk. He was always so amused to annoy you.

“You never looked at my resume, remember? You thought it was a waste of our time.” You remined.

“Yea yea but what do I know? I’m just an attractive billionaire about to be crowned COO.” He shrugged. You didn’t know if he was insulting you and your education or if he was being genuine.

“Crowned? Do you think you’re getting a coronation or something?” You finally fired back at him. “That’s not how that works.” “Yeah I don’t know what the shit is, but regardless, now that you said it, I want it.” He raised his chin up like a little schoolboy. He seemed so proud of his stupid joke. He always did. He really did think he was extremely hilarious. Even if no one laughed at his own jokes, he did. It was the only thing he ever really liked about himself. I mean, he partly hated it because it made people not like him that much, but he knew he didn’t have much to ever offer people. Laughing was the only thing he could do to keep people around him happy enough with him. Or else he’d be just another substance abuser like Kendall or a prick like Shiv or even worse, boring like Connor.

“Yea, let me get my measuring tape out for the dick measuring contest then.” You finally learned to play along. You didn’t want to argue and fight with yourself to keep quiet. You thought it only made your day more stressful.  You expected something bad from Roman for talking like that, but you looked up to only see him actually laughing at your throw back. You hid a smile as you looked back down at your tablet. Even though you didn’t like to admit it too, your humor was also the only thing you liked about yourself. You didn’t like to be alone either. It was too much to be alone with all your own thoughts too. You also didn’t like the silence. You craved hearing people talking about other than your own issues or weird ticks. It was good to get the attention not on you all the time, unless you wanted it. 

“It’s a good 9 inches, alright? I should know I put my dick up against almost every guy I’ve met.” He lied so easily. It was only cause he knew no one would actually believe him.

“Even your dads?” You tried to hit a nerve. This was starting to seem like some kind of fun to you. It was so easy to make fun of him back because he really didn’t care what people even said to him.

“Ew no you pervert. You wish though.” That was probably the first time he said it to someone else rather than being called that. Unless it was Moe or Karl. One of those weird fucks from the board. His dad was tied in with a lot of sketchy guys in all honesty. “Besides, I could whip it out if you’d like to see that badly.”

You shook your head, outing your hand up in protest. “Nope, I’m good. Don’t worry. Anyways you have to do your work.” You said before getting up to go over to him to show him what was due today. He wasn’t gonna do them, but you felt safe enough that Roman wouldn’t grope you. You leaned down to his level, him sitting up to reach up to you, showing him the tablet of the upcoming projects.

Your bodies were barely an inch away from each other that you could even smell the weird pervy cologne he had on. It was a weird kind of nice. You kind of liked it, but you couldn’t pinpoint what you liked about it. Maybe like when you can’t stop tasting or smelling something that smells kind of off just because of curiosity. Regardless, it smelt like Roman just went to a perfume shop and picked the most expensive and ridiculous looking bottle he could even find.

You felt his eyes on you as you spoke, but it wasn’t as uncomfortable as you imagined. “Pay attention.” You redirected him, but he didn’t stray his longing looks away. He tried to get a read on you. You were so unwilling to let him see you crack or even show any kind of frustration. Not that he wanted to, but everyone did at this point. Or at least people expressed so after meeting him for a bit. You continued on and on before stopping to look his way, finding your face almost against his. Your faces were so close to one another you bumped your nose against his. You pulled back a bit as you tried to readjust how you were standing by him. You finally realized Roman was a lot softer than you initially thought. He was an asshole, sure. But he was kind of endearing to you. Something made you drawn to him. Maybe it was the way he tried to get a laugh all the time or that you finally realized his eyes were brown. Or maybe that he wasn’t as harsh looking as you thought. He looked grosser when you first glanced at him, but up close you were finally taking in all of his features. His weird little quirks that made him look so strange actually made sense on his face. You even noticed he was kind of smiling at you. You turned back to the tablet and pushed his chin to face it as well. “Come on now. Do I need to play Bluey or Coco Melon for you?”

“I don’t know what the fuck that is, but if they’re names of porn stars, then yes.” He laid his arm on the desk, putting his hand up to his head to hold it, positioning to look right back at you.

“Doesn’t your brother have kids? Don’t they watch kid shows? Or are you not allowed within a 200 feet radius of children?” You were trying not to get frustrated with him on his tasks of the day. You spent everyday making these notes for him to never even do them. “You really think Kendall takes care of them? Fuck no. He’s too busy doing blow in some undergrown New York club to watch them. My dad really led by example.” Roman confessed something he shouldn’t have, but he was hoping you’d find it all a joke like all of his weird comments. You blinked to understand all the trauma that was dumped in front of you. “Wow. Okay.” Was the only words that could attempt to even leave your mouth. You tried to shake that brand new information off. “Ah yeah, Kendall is a fake snowflake wannabe. He acts like he’s read Karl Marx and that he even gives a fuck.” Roman really tried to keep this impression of hating Kendall. Not that you understood what their relationship even was, but it was confusing to way the very least. They constantly seemed to be annoyed with one another, but you’ve seen other articles and pictures of them where they looked like your average billionaire happy family. You hated to say, but you really enjoyed the insider details of whatever fucked up dynamic this was. “Alright start your speech again, I wasn’t listening.” He seemed actually serious this time. You nodded and just went back to the top of your notes. Roman just wanted to move this topic as quick. He shared too much. He shouldn’t have, but who else could he talk shit about his brother with? Everyone he knew adored Ken except Shiv, but right now she was annoyed at him for whatever reason she came up with now. All because he insinuated that Shiv was with Tom only for comfort and not cause she actually loved him. But whatever, she was being a bitch.

He seemed to actually listen to you, was he actually going to do any of that? Fuck no, but it was an excuse to move the conversation. And just to hear you talk again. You really were smart. You actually did know what the fuck you were talking about and not just playing some kind of role. Maybe with the outfit and hair, but still, you seemed smart enough to know what you even said.

You spent the entire day with Roman before he started to get ready to leave early again. Which was your cue to also get ready to leave. “Oh uh- by the way, there’s a party tonight, I need you on the clock for that. I’ll send over some actually clothes to your place. Not anything from a fucking sweat shop. My driver will get you.” He said as quickly he could before walking off. You never had any time to react to Roman. He was way too fast for you to even fully comprehend anything that left his mouth. It was always so much.

But wow okay. A rich person party. This was new. Not an exciting new. More of an anxious new. Like going to a new school for the first time kind of new. If you looked any kind of wrong, you knew you’d be shunned or even made fun of in there. It didn’t take long for these people to start to laugh or mock people in this office, you could only imagine what it could be like at a party with billionaires like the Roy’s.

Notes: Next chapter is up!

Chapter 3

[always-andromeda]

i just wanna cuddle with edward nashton 🥺

– 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh, me too, anon. in fact. this sent me on a little brainstorming session! you probably totally didn't expect a headcanons list from this but lmao I always have to go overboard so enjooooy. <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vague mentions of Edward's trauma, tooth-rotting fluff, nothing else I can think of!

Physical affection is foreign to Edward. He craves it more than anything else; desires to be known so deeply that when you finally try to give him just that, it freezes him up almost entirely.

It starts innocently enough.

You're watching television with him, only partially paying attention to the game show. It's far more engaging to watch Edward watch the show anyways.

His expression quirks every so slightly with each question. Head tilted, you can tell that he's deep in contemplation. Completely fixated on the screen. Barely blinking.

And you're so lost that you lean into him. You keep telling yourself that it's unintentional as your head rests carefully on his shoulder. 

Edward almost doesn't notice you at first. It isn't until your arms curl around his soft midsection that he realizes how close you'd gotten.

He lets out a nearly inaudible, "Oh," as you snuggle into his side. Brain going blank, he stays still for a few seconds.

He's struck by the warmth of your body. How your hands caress him over the fabric of his shirt. He feels each one of your fingers gently pressing into his skin. In that way, you play with the ripped seams of his soul. Your softness has a way of untangling the frayed threads, leaving them open to being weaved into some new design.

There are a few things he does when he finally comes back to his body. He closes his eyes and hopes that the moment etches itself on the back of his eyelids. Then his lean arms offer their own form of kindness as he awkwardly pulls you closer, almost into his lap.

Like a decades old couch in your grandmother's living room, you sink into Edward's body and he groans softly as he lets part of your weight anchor him to the earth.

A chuckle from deep in your throat escapes you. "Mmm, you're comfortable."

You mean I'm not repulsive? Edward wants to ask. But he doesn't.

He tries not to let that worried little voice take form in his head, but his own voice still cracks when he says, "Thank you." To which you laugh one more time.

Edward can be so terribly nervous sometimes over the most normal things. Your amusement quickly turns once you remember that it's probably because of his past; probably because he hadn't really known this simple, sweet sort of solitude. But you flip that thought again and resolve, then I'll make this normal for him.

At nearly the same time, Edward determines that he likes this. He likes the way that even among all of the chaos and darkness, he can have this equilibrium. As he kisses the top of your head tenderly he remembers that this moment belongs to him and him alone.

[pointpilot]

Nagito's Past Time

summary: Nagito takes up painting as a hobby, Hajime wonders why. Takes place in my college au. Also a little angsty. ....

NOTE: HERES THE FIC! it was going to continue but i felt as if it was lengthy enough so enjooooy...you don't need to know a lot about my college au to get the story but if you're curious shoot me an ask ;3 ~~~

More often than not Nagito would slip away whenever it came to the proposition of a get together. Waving his pale, muted hands in a motion asking for forgiveness, letting out a timid smile, he’d come up with some coincidence that seemingly worked in his favor.  Hajime picked up on this pattern the more he saw it. Obviously Nagito is a weird dude, everyone knew that. Even then this was too weird for him. 

During class, Hajime impatiently tapped his pencil on his desk so hard he’d break it. Didn’t take long at all for someone to ask him to stop, snapping out his thoughts on what Nagito could be doing. Although the Reserve Course building was farther from the main building on campus, he didn’t see Nagito at all during his usual walks around campus. 

Damn it Nagito. What’s up now?

Waiting for his final class to end was grueling. Thankfully he wouldn’t have to endure the pain anymore as class finally ended. Hurriedly, he gathered his belongings and rushed to the door. Just then a blurb of yellow swished in front of him.

Natsumi stretched her arms out in front of Hajime’s barrier between him and his escape. 

“Woah there, what’s the rush for?”

She had a smirk proudly displayed on her face.

“It’s really none of your business.” Hajime replied flatly. “Could you move please? I’ve kinda got somewhere to be.” Hajime attempted to shuffle around the young woman, but failed every time. He wasn’t sure what he expected from someone belonging to a Yakuza family when it came to reaction time.

“I think it is my business, smartass. The whole class you’ve been all fidgety. Even if I don’t like you much, you're still Fuyuhiko’s friend.” Hajime slumped his shoulders. “We look out. So tell me, what’s going on?” 

“Right…Well, Nagito’s been disappearing way too often. I’m just worried for his well being.” Hajime seemed to have a staring contest with the hardwood floor before hearing a snicker. 

“You’re a loyal dude, y'know? I don’t feel too comfortable checking up on someone as secretive as him. Maybe he’s up to something.” Hajime had more questions than before. Because he’s a weird dude, does that mean he’s hiding something malicious? 

Natsumi moved aside. “Goodluck with that, but be careful!” She laughed once more, walking back to her belongings at her desk. 

Even something as slight as the crunching of leaves beneath his sneakers, even the ambiance of Towa City made Hajime rethink his choice as he walked up the dorms. Reaching Nagito’s dorm Hajime slowly knocked. Reaching feverishly he knocked on the door impatiently after a few seconds.

With some mechanical noises of the door, it had unlocked.

“Hajime?” His pale green eye was only visible through the door, then fully opening it. “Ah I’m so glad you’ve come to see me!” Nagito smiled ever so warmly, it almost made Hajime sick. He looks the best he’s ever been. Maybe Nagito is just an introvert, and he feels more comfortable by himself? He shouldn’t have meddled at all, he thought. 

“Uh, yeah…How come you didn’t show up today? I didn’t see you on campus.” Hajime had a vice grip on his schoolbag, still in his uniform and all. 

“Come inside, I’ll tell you all about it.” Nagito promised pleasantly. 

Oh well. Hajime did this to himself. Why not? 

Upon opening the door, Hajime is greeted with an old regular looking dorm,  with a burgundy and dreary coloration.  Though, what he saw next was not too regular.

Turning a corner, Hajime is further greeted with a full on mini artist studio in Nagito’s room. An easel with fresh blotches of paint, soon to turn into a concise picture, is where Hajime focused the most. Above that was a wall that had about two or three paintings hung.

“Here’s my getaway.” He refreshingly sighed.

Hajime could barely pick his jaw up from the ground. “This is where you run off to?” He exclaimed. Nagito had a flat expression on his face as his eyes looked away. “It’s just pictures…I don’t get it. Cant you do this any other time?”

“Not at all.” Nagito gave an expression of I knew this would happen, like a sense of predictability. 

Hajime sat on the bed, brushing away some paint brushes. This is stupid. That’s like running away to play video games when people want to legitimately hang out with you. Well, okay. Chiaki does that but it’s different because she lets people know ahead of time.

“I’ll try to make it brief.” Nagito sifted around a shelf filled with paintings and sketchbooks.

“Luck is essentially crippling to me. Unlike the greatness of Makoto’s, mine is half and half.” Hajime watched the lanky young man pull out numerous paintings and sat them on the bed. “If anything amazingly “lucky” happens to me, my luck gets flipped on its head like a coin. It comes back worse. Then the cycle repeats.” 

Hajime could only hold his school bag on his lap tighter. “I see…What’s this have to do with painting? I mean, in high school you showed no interest in art.”

“Painting is the only activity I’ve found that doesn’t harm anyone in any way. I’m alone, occupied, and innocent people are safe from my harm.” Nagito then held up a painting of peaceful scenery, and distorted self portraits of himself towards his friend.

“I discovered it some time ago, but now realize how great it is for my friends' safety.” He softly sat them down on his desk as he turned away to his window. “The only reason I didn’t show up at school today was because I was feeling particularly unlucky today.” He bitterly chuckled.��

Akin to witnessing a wounded animal, the urge to rush towards Nagito and sweep him into an embrace clung to him. Hajime felt his stomach pull and twist itself into knots. 

“How come…” Hajime shifted on the bed uncomfortably. “...how come you didn’t tell anyone? Or even me?” 

“No need to burden you with such information. Besides, wasting your precious brain power on a nobody like myself is only a waste of time.” Nagito could only stare through his room’s window. Hajime couldn’t tell how his friend felt, his back turned and all. 

“You’ve really gotta stop with all this nonsense.” Hajime’s worried expression soon turned into a slight frown of disappointment, slightly wrinkling his face. Nagito remained motionless.

“I mean, I don’t know the full extent of your luck, but you would have benefited from letting any of your friends know. Just getting your emotions out helps.” Hajime rose from the bed to then put his hand on the other man’s shoulder. “I’m glad you found a loophole for your luck but…I-Hmr, We miss you.”

With a slow turn, Nagito gently embraced the other man, with Nagito’s arms snug around his neck. 

“Forgive me Hajime…This is the only way to keep the people I hold close to me safe.” Nagito bitterly sighed into Hajime’s shoulder. “My own personal hell is just unfixable. You better leave before my luck gets you too.” Hajime grunted as he bit his lip in somber frustration. He can’t just leave. This is his friend, his best friend even. Although Nagito gets on his nerves more often than not, there’s something about him that makes him worth protecting. 

The paintings on the walls contorted and deformed around Hajime, it nearly made him sick. At the end of the day he had to respect his friends wishes, didn't he? 

“No.”

Hajime clutched Nagito’s body deeply, Nagito felt as if he’d crumble underneath him. “If I died right now, it wouldn’t even matter to me.” 

Did I really say that!? Hajime pulled himself away, stammering out incomprehensibles. “What I mean is, I won’t let your stupid luck ruin what we have.” He straightened himself, the awkwardness being thrown over his shoulder, “Look, has anything terrible happened to me because of your luck?” 

Nagito thought, then slowly opened his mouth. Hajime cut him off with an “Exactly.” 

Frankly, Hajime felt nervous. This is the most brave he's ever been when it came to expressing feelings. Feelings he didn’t even know he had. 

“So, come on, let’s get out of here, this dorm is getting me all bummed out…” Hajime grabbed his hand to usher him out the bedroom door. 

“Do you have to grab my hand?” Nagito turned to Hajime with a know-it-all smirk. 

The man glared back and forth between their entangled fingers. Hajime felt Nagito tighten his grip, causing him to look away, letting out a flustered but strained shut up!

[starlitskyaboveme]

Heeeeey, i have some rest for now but here's new page

Enjooooy ❤️

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[askhazelmistblog]

Can you turn yourself into a pickle?

OOC: er...canonically he actually can't but i couldn't pass up the opportunity to do a Reference lmao

mod note: SO decided to knock out a second ask since well...i was awake and figured why not get a little work done tonight, plus it was an easy once since the idea was just embedded in my brain to do as soon as i saw the ask lol

enjooooys!!! :3

[aus--tral]

New Story Out- 17th December

Bleeeeh this is 3 AM me typing this, I written this with 2 hours lack of sleep so enjooooy! https://www.wattpad.com/1406050278-stagnare-romania-liga-1-personification-series-bio

[m0rb1dch1ld]

@v-hub-v ((enjooooy~))

Tsu had not slept well in what felt like a good week. Agitation and irritation were slowly eating at her. She could feel her skin slowly droop from the bottom of her eyes. There has even been a couple instances of her passing out on the devil’s nest’s couch. For the past week she had been hearing constant running, giggling, and chatter going on within the comforts of her room. However when she woke up to check? No one would be there. If that wasn’t bad enough she would wake up to something kicking the bed from underneath. Everytime she’d check, it always seemed to come up uneventful. What’s worse? Her things were now going missing. Her books, a crystal ball, and a few items she had gathered on her adventures. The books she initially dismissed, chalking it up to being one of the gang members to have wanted a book to read. Then it became less innocent as the bookshelves started to become more and more empty.

What the bloody hell is going on? She pondered.

That night, she laid in bed and could feel sleep about to overtake her when she could hear the faintest of giggling underneath her. A disturbed, angry look bloomed on her face as reality hit her.

“Shhhhhh, you’re going to wake her up!”

“No I’m not!”

“Shut up!”

“Make me !!”

“She’s so easy to pick on!”

“you go out there and get it!”

Tsu slowly turned to her side, careful as to not make any creaks from the bed. She covered her mouth the moment she saw a little arm slowly dip from underneath her bed. It was shadowy in appearance but she could tell they were wearing a long sleeved shirt with a bones painted on it.

She quickly grabbed his arm, almost death gripping it. “Gotcha.” She hissed in anger.

“Let me go!!! She’s got me!!!” Barrel screeched.

The other goons immediately came out of the bed and it wasn’t long before they started yelling at her to drop him. Tsu glared at them and with a flick of her other wrist, she summoned her keyblade. The room immediately went silent minus the muffled bar chatter from downstairs.

“See this?”

“Mhm.” Lock said.

“You don’t want me to use this and quite frankly, I have many more ways to get you 3 to talk… all I have to do is scream.” She threatened, using the dark voice her the gang taught her. “So you three better sit the hell down and cooperate with everything I have to say or else I’m going to have to get my friends to deal with you.”

“And what are they gonna do?” Barrel sneered.

“Oh would you like me to demonstrate?” She darkly chuckled. “I remember last week, one guy came in quite scared. One of the biggest gentlemen downstairs—lovely man— told me not to go down into the basement. I never saw him leave—“

“OKAY OKAY WE PROMISE!” Shock shouted and tsu slowly let barrel go, still pointing her keyblade at them.

“Good. Now sit down and tell me: are you guys the one who stole my stuff?” She began.

“Y-yea! That was us! But we can make it up to you!!!” Lock added, “there’s a land of sweets and candy!”

A land of sweets and candy?? It peaked her interest. Logic was slowly slipping from the fatigue. “..and why should I believe you?” She tilted her head.

“We…we live there!” Barrel added. “We can take you there!”

“On the condition of I want my stuff back and for you three to leave me alone.”

~~~~

She looked down into the trench that surrounded their tree house. The amount of confusion she felt as her gaze went from the trench to the tree. “…I uh…am quite confused. Is this the land of candy you all speak about? Not to be rude…but it looks quite…ugly.” She asked.

Shock answered, “it’s down there trust me! We can get you in there!”

“All the sweets and candy you can possibly dream of!” Lock chimed in, “who wouldn’t want that?”

“I don’t know…” she huffed.

[frankystongue]

[onewistotoro]

instamajinki: happy new year! I love you!

[fanboyzuko]

Winter ATLA Femslash Week Day 1: Kisses

Following Yangchen and Akari through the years and some of the many times Akari wants to kiss Yangchen, but holds back.

Finally, it is under the radiant glow of the spirit lights that Akari is hit with the thought of kissing Yangchen again. She catches the way Yangchen stares not at the lights in the sky, but at  Akari. The undeniable  love in Yangchen’s gaze warms Akari’s chest and radiates out to her limbs. Oh, how badly she wants to kiss Yangchen right now!

But she doesn’t.

Yangchen and Akari are featured in Learning to Fly ~!

[duca1e]

{ Tea Time }

D I N O  as MARCH HARE  [ Alive in Wonderland AU by @mikoto-yaa & me ]

[evilback-wards]

Christmas Caroling [18+ 2DOC]

Word count: 1731

Rating: 18+

Pair: 2D x Murdoc

Setting: December 22nd, 2016. Murdocs’ bedroom. Early Afternoon.

So, I guess I got myself in a mess. Holidays didn’t treat Murdoc well—compounded with the stress we used to undergo to do traveling or culturing Noodle on holiday etiquette, he could easily burst into a rant or two about any day starting November. After years of managing his stress with him as a band, we had constructed a system. Two of us would do what we pleased during the holidays while the unlucky 3rd oversaw Murdoc to ensure he hadn’t been thrown in a jailhouse. Murdoc did not have a desire to see his relatives either, writing it off as “unnecessary” and that “he would only be tempted to chase his pops to the grave”.  Noodle and Russel said that it was my turn to take care of Murdoc for the holidays—though I wasn’t expecting these events to pan out this way. This was certainly enough in the grey area that calling the other two would only complicate things. Pain like this was a familiar face—a misty ghost that liked to phase through my entire body until I was a shaking mess. Pain from Murdoc was a particular touch by the ghost—leaving me in shivers and deep contemplation of my own life. In earlier years, this pain was routine and had an evident root. I spoke too loudly—I said something snide—I was growing too big for my britches—and, the worst offense of all, disproving Murdoc of something or another. That’s where today became the strangest outlier possible. I prepared a mix of Murdocs’ favorite drinks, queued his favorite shows on the telly, and prepared myself for his grazing critiques of my mannerisms.

But that last one didn’t happen.  What happened was spur of the moment and difficult to exactly pinpoint. One moment we were chatting about the new album as Murdoc threw back shots. The next I was being pinned down on his bed, a bottle of whisky poured over my figure. Think the eyes were the worst, burning terribly, my screams a force of habit as I tried to rub the alcohol out of my eyes. Think it was around that time I missed my chance to hop off and close Murdoc off from me while I recomposed myself. I felt Murdocs’ weight leave the bed, temporarily, coming back and pressing me against his bed.

A damp towel proceeded to tap the alcohol off my eyes, then face, then ears, then neck, then chest…and then I was stuck. Above me is a familiar drunkard, belching from the pits of his stomach—smells like the Chinese we had a few hours ago. Now that my eyes have settled down from burning, looking at his figure, his face…he seemed calm. What could be going on in that head of his?

I was about to ask something, lips half-opened as I was processing a question, but lips came crashing into mine. As my head launched itself deep into the fabric of Murdocs’ bed, I felt awfully confused. Did I do something—anything—to deserve this behavior? After all, Murdoc did call me his usual slew of insults earlier. Was this the alcohol? If it was, why hadn’t he acted out like this since we reunited months ago?

Murdoc removed his lips, his long tongue trailing the outline of my face. Something with his breathe and the usual tone felt off. Murdoc was going on about something about Paris and his parents and his previous “disgusting arrangements with the assholes that forced themselves.”

I replied with suggestions (though mostly just echoes from my past therapy appointments) and some fingers through his hair.  I managed to pry the whisky from his hands, placing it beside the bed. I did other smaller accomplishments as well, though Murdoc refused to let me leave from underneath him.

I guess this is where things get a little mucky and a little…sexy. I never thought I’d be the one to place the word sexy anywhere near happenings involving Murdoc. But, as life has shown me in my later years, nothing is completely impossible. Just probably not worth pursuing.  I’m still trying to figure out if this was worth it or not, but, for now I think retelling it my head will help.

Murdoc gradually transitioned back to his snarky self, asking if we could sing carols. I hadn’t been too familiar with them as I had stopped singing them in my teen years. It was then when things began to blur from a dream-like state to a haunting realization of reality. Murdoc suggested a game of the sorts. Taking the bait, I asked what the stakes were. Each time, according to Murdoc, I miss a song lyric I would have to take off a piece of clothing. It would’ve been easier to subscribe to if we were at a party, but with just the two of us, it felt a bit too…intimate? Revealing? Risqué? I only agreed half heartily, figuring Murdoc would have his usual blackout sooner rather than later.

Of course, we had to start off with some sort of obscure song from who knows where. I can’t even recall the words. I just remember starting each word, messing up, pulling off a piece of my clothes, until I had been entirely nude underneath him.

And then, like most things, Murdoc contradicts his entire point of the game—as if he was trying to get us both naked. Murdoc starts messing up the easiest carol—Silent Night—dropping nonsense words in place of the lyrics. Even a forgetful joe like me remembers that one. And it wasn’t like Murdoc was wearing much beside his usual getup; black shirt, reverse cross, jeans, belt, trousers, and socks. All of them were gone before the first verse. And now—both of us were naked—awkward I know—but…something. Something was about to happen. A blush was skittering across my face when I saw Murdocs’ naked figure tower over me. His cheeks were not as red as they were before, breath becoming more of his usual sour sorted smell.

Murdoc, like some sort of twilight zone moment, asked for something. Yup; asked. Nothing short from strange as it was a direct contrast from his usual, demanding demeaning nature. I was caught off guard by such an innocent question that I had forgotten who was above me. Who was asking to…penetrate me? I was frozen for a bit, stiffened in more ways than one.  Murdoc peered down and saw me, smirking. Immediately looking back up to me, he gestured to me below. I consented in a whisper. Murdoc asked what. I consented again, trying my best to elevate my voice. Murdoc must’ve had something in his ears or was out of it himself, asking again to hear me consent. I kept going and saying yes and yeah and it was okay and to not to tell the others. Murdoc laughed his usual chuckle, pulling at a few nearby cabinets.

The next minutes consisted of Murdoc asking questions, seeing if I had been allergic to latex (later retracting the question, figuring “I wouldn’t remember anyway”), my favorite scents, and a long string of questions I had often asked on top of the girls in the tour bus. Considerate as it may have been, I had been wary for any shadows fading around me or waking up in a cold sweat in my own room. But no; it was just Murdoc, myself, and the sounds of lube squirting onto myself.

I think I felt more beautiful than usual for the next seven minutes of foreplay and two minutes of actual sex.  Murdoc cupped my body, leaning overhead and muttering “beautiful” with each stroke of my body he had with his hands. I laid underneath, ankles crossing each time Murdoc surprised me with a tug or two. My hands felt a bit unoccupied, so I would loosely wrap them around Murdocs’ waist. Murdoc didn’t quite like it though. Murdoc kept shaking them off, saying something like “this being more about me than him”. I didn’t believe that much though, since he was the one that wanted to pound me into his mattress.  I managed to sneak in a few kisses, even a nuzzle to his neck before that tensed up too much to protrude my head through.

It wasn’t until Murdoc was thrusting into me, shaking the bed wildly, that his intentions of pleasing me were ringing clear. And, in the heat of the moment, as I felt myself getting closer to being satisfied, Murdoc made another ask. Another strange word that I wouldn’t have pictured being referred to in the presence of Murdoc Niccals.

“Sing for me?”

“N-Now? R-R-Right now?”

“Yes…Silent Night. Please…”

Now, that’s the word; please. The word that got me to do almost anything for anyone else. And the word I had only heard Murdoc utter in rare and sporadic occasions. Given the state of high tension I was in, I ended up belting out the verses sloppily, my tone kept rising in falling at awkward intervals, and worst of all I felt my face looked quite awful from an above view. This entire sequence felt embarrassing yet relieving at the same time…what would my parents say to me now, screaming out a Christmas carol while underneath the man that ran me over so many years ago? This’ll be something I may have to take to the grave.

“Mmm…that’s right, let the neighborhood hear your carol, 2D. Louder.”

I consented, getting louder and louder while Murdoc continued to push into me with so much strength I was starting to get fearful I’d get off first. But that wouldn’t happen, it couldn’t: I was sure Murdoc would explode into his condom, roll over, and promptly snooze into the morning. I was proven wrong yet again.

I let out the final verse slowly, letting my tempo lower as released myself. I felt sheepish, tired—slightly overwhelmed that anyone living nearby heard me belt out the most sacred carol while getting stuffed by my band member.

Murdoc let himself out soon after, shifting a bit before clutching himself to my body. It was at this point where I wrapped my hands around him, hoping he’d accept a hug for once. Murdoc didn’t move; could’ve sworn I heard a purr of the sorts.

“Hey, faceache.”

“What?”

“You did good.”

[nnatsume]

hii i saw reqs were open!! may i request some chiaki dating hcs 🥺 thank you!

a/n : hihi hello anoooon!! you may!! i hope i got chiaki right.. i feel like i can't grasp him very well either for some reason eheh—anyway, thank you for requesting, i hope you enjooooy! <3

♡ — dating chiaki !

dating chiaki is exciting, to say the least. you're always left wondering what he's going to do next after you part ways! he's unpredictable, but it shouldn't make you uneasy—he always comes up with something fun to do. you're in good hands, you don't have to worry.

he hopes it's just as much fun for you as it is for him. his definition of "fun" is more on the extreme side—but, if you'd like to do something more relaxed, he's also up to it! he needs a break sometimes too. a visit to the library, or to the cinema?, he suggests, the amusement park also sounde nice.

with chiaki, you will learn to see the good in things and have fun in life—all he wants for you is to be happy. he loves your smile above everything. he wants to protect it, so he kind of takes on a protective role—his biggest wish is to be your hero! since to him, you're already a hero.

"what color goes best with red?", chiaki once asked, a hand to his chin. and the question left you both pondering for a while.

red—red is a pretty colour—a passionate color, fierce like the edge of a flame but tender like the petal of a rose. red is like chiaki, burning with love and with passion. there's no color in your mind that could match red. "i don't know.", you answered, "what do you think?"

"this!", he tapped the cover of a book—turquoise, like the clear sky in the morning. red and turquoise is a bold combination. "i think they look nice together. usually, in hero movies, there's a blue one too.. and, well, blue exactly is taken—but this one is different, i think this one is yours!"

what chiaki wants to say—you're my hero! i think we suit eachother very well. prepare for a lot of tokusatsu movies afterwards. if you're into it, he'll cry and spin you in circles—sharing a passion brings you even closer! he'll also tap into your passions. enjoying something together is better than alone, isn't it?

his love language? touch! he is very physical—he'll hold your hand if you let him, and if you're comfortable with it, he can give really warm hugs! it's a little hard in the early stages, since he doesn't want to cross the boundary—but he really wants to hold you. he feels full of energy when he's holding your hand.

chiaki loves you to bits. if he notices you're sad, he'll immediately work on cheering you up! he's empathetic and sensitive to other people's feelings, and especially when it comes to you. he doesn't want to see you sad! prepare for lots of hugs and a little pep talk. whatever you need, he'll get you!

bonus: make him a lunch box. it's his dream to get a lunch box from his s/o. he'll have stars in his eyes—you've got him forever now, he's hooked. he attempts to return the favor—he pours his heart into making you one too. keyword: attempts.