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thisrots · 4 months ago

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best of both worlds

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ vi x cait x reader

; warnings: threesome, some degradation/praise, pain inflicting (just a bit), strap, face riding/69, virgin reader, kinda taken captive?, top!vi/cait x bottom!reader, also this one is a little long

This was it. You’d really gone and done it this time. You found yourself roughly thrown on the ground, cuffs itching tightly around your wrists as you struggled under Caitlyn’s grip. Everyone in Piltover stared as you continuously fought back, getting absolutely nowhere. This woman was stronger than she looked, that’s for sure.

“Let me go! I didn’t even get to do anything!” You exclaimed, voice a little strained.

Cait laughed sarcastically, clicking the cuffs in place as she leaned over to you, speaking into your ear, “Didn’t get to do anything? So you admit it, you were trying to steal from this home before I so rudely interrupted you?”

Her voice stabbed into you like a sharp, hot knife. What kind of a fucking idiot just gives themselves away like that? You, that’s who. You couldn’t help it though, you always had word vomit when you got nervous. Especially when a hot woman had you pinned, cuffed, and was so close to you that you could smell her lingering perfume. Her knee dug into your back as she spoke, making you wince in pain. You turned your head to meet her eyes, and that’s when you saw her expression. She was watching, smirking, almost like… she fucking liked it.

“I— Well, that’s not what I meant!” You started, furrowing your brows at her as you felt her knee pressuring deeper into you. “O-Ow, what the fuck?! That hurts, let me go!”

You suddenly felt the relief of Cait’s knee moving away as she gripped onto your wrists and pulled you up, standing you on your feet. You were filthy now, dirt covering your face and clothes. She turned you around, examining your face as her eyebrow arched up.

“W-What are you looking at?” Your face scrunched with disgust, you were sure she was mentally judging you. Her eyes grazing you up and down, slowly, began to offend you. “I said, what the fuck are you—”

“You’re coming with me.” Cait replied, ignoring your question as she cut you off. She quickly turned you back around, held tightly onto your arms, and led you away. You still struggled as you walked, wriggling around in her grasp.

“Do you people see this? This is abuse of power! I did absolutely nothing! There’s no proof! Fuck the enforce—” As soon as you two turned the corner, her hand slapped over your mouth, making you recoil at the pain. You let out some muffled, “Fuck you’s”, “Let me go’s”, and her personal favorite, “You sadistic fuck!”.

“You call this sadistic? What a laugh,” Cait said, smirking to herself. “You have no idea what’s coming for you.”

Her words sent a jolt of chills running down your spine. What did she mean by that? Did she plan on torturing you? Keeping you locked up for life? You wished you knew what her plan was, but all you could do was sulk in your own defeat and continue to struggle. Then, suddenly, the world went dark. She’d wrapped something around your eyes, you entered panic mode.

“Help! This bitch is crazy!” You exclaimed, desperately shaking your head to try and remove the piece of cloth tied around your head. Cait groaned with annoyance, stuffed another piece of cloth in your mouth to shut you up, and pushed you forward to continue walking. You stood your ground, heels digging into the ground.

“Maybe, just maybe, if you shut up I’ll think about taking it easy on you. Got it? Can you do that?” She harshly whispered in your ear.

You thought about it for a second. It would be in your best interest to stay quiet in the long run. You sighed, almost defeatedly. “Fine. Whatever.”

You two walked for almost ten more minutes. You were growing tired and irritated, but you kept your mouth shut for the whole way. You finally entered a door, went up some stairs, then was thrown into a room. You hit the cold, hard floor with a splat.

“Ugh, fuck! What the fuck?!” You exclaimed, rolling around and lying on your back, pain all throughout your body.

“Vi!” Cait shouted, her footsteps growing closer to you. You shot up, got on your knees, and shook your head around once again, trying to get the cloth away. You figured whoever this ‘Vi’ person was could help.

“Violet, I have a surprise for us!” She said, kneeling down to meet your face. “Ugh, Gods, you’re a mess.” You felt a cold dampness on your face, making you flinch and move backwards. “Stop moving! I’m trying to clean you up.”

Clean you up? What the hell was this crazy bitch going on about? Why did it matter if you were clean or not, what was she about to do, sell you?

…Was she really about to fucking pimp you out?

She held your arm with one hand, tightly, and cleaned your face with the other. You heard footsteps coming up behind you, making your head snap to the side.

“Hey, cupcake, what is it—” The voice was cut off by the sight of yourself, you assumed.

You heard Cait slowly stand up, her voice sounding like she was smiling brightly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Violet.”

Happy Valentine’s Day? You confusingly stayed there for a second, in silence, before your stomach dropped. She really was pimping you out. You were frozen now, from fear, confusion, and… another odd feeling you couldn’t quite describe yet.

“Caitlyn, this might be the best gift yet.” Vi said as she made her way towards you, kneeling down in front, close enough to where you could feel her breath on you. Your jaw dropped at Vi’s reaction, expecting the complete opposite.

“I—I don’t know what’s going on. I’ll stop being a menace, okay? Y-You could even send me to jail for a couple days! I’ll take the punishment! We can work this out, can’t we?” You asked, smiling nervously.

Cait giggled, making her way down towards you as you felt her hands go past your ears and begin to undo the knot that held the piece of cloth together. “This is your punishment. One I decided would be best for you, and us, of course.”

The cloth finally fell off your face. You winced at the brightness, blinking as your eyes slowly adjusted to the room surrounding you. The first thing you saw were the two women, knelt down in front of you. One red headed, muscular, grazing her eyes up and down your body. And then there was Cait, smirking as she reached over to force you up.

“N-No!” You yelled out, making your body go limp. Cait caught you just before you hit the ground, rolling her eyes.

“What a child! Get up, now!” She demanded. You did no such thing, if anything, you tried your best to make your body heavier.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” Vi said as she grabbed your waist and threw you over her shoulder. You wiggled around, flailing and kicking your legs, screaming as loud as you could.

“No one will hear you, brat. Stop kicking, it’s fucking annoying!” She said before slamming you down on the bed. You gasped as she did so, pushing yourself back until you hit the wall, eyes widened and darting back and forth between the two women standing at the foot of the bed. They looked at each other, smirked, then walked around and sat on opposite sides, trapping you in.

You gulped hard. “What… What are you two gonna do?”

“Whatever we want, darling.” Cait said, scooting closer to you. You tried to move away, but on the other side was Vi, scooting in closer to you as well. “Tell you what. If you’re a good girl for us and do as we say or please, you’re off the hook.”

Your eyes lit up for a second. “R-Really?”

Cait nodded, holding her hand up and flashing the key to unlock the cuffs. “I’ll even uncuff you right now.”

You contemplated as you stared into her lustful eyes. Your gaze wandered towards Vi, who was impatiently waiting for your response.

“Say yes, we’ll take good care of you.” Vi said, her words making the bottom of your stomach a little warm. You weren’t sure if you believed that. Although this seemed like a nightmare at first, these two women were… stupidly sexy. Although you’re a virgin, you knew this time had to come eventually. And if it had to happen with anyone, you’d definitely choose these two.

You sighed, looking back at Cait. “Fine. I’m all yours.”

The two women smiled at each other before Vi tugged you forward by the shirt and Cait undid your cuffs. You flushed a shade of pink as you were almost touching noses with Vi, blinking quickly. “What is it, cat got your tongue?” She asked, smirking.

“Oh, she was hard to handle before now! A real loud mouth. Don’t play nice now, darling, show Vi the trouble you gave me.” Cait said as she began to pull up your shirt. You hesitated before lifting your arms, leaving you in your lacy bra. You blushed, looking away as the two women admired your body.

“Lace?” Vi asked, slipping a bra strap down, slightly exposing your nipple. “Looks like we have a slut on our hands, cupcake.”

“Looks like we do.” Cait replied, snapping your bra off and quickly pulling it away. Your breasts bounced as she did so, making a breathy gasp escape your lips. Cait made her way around you, the two women staring at your breasts now. You blushed, squeezing your arms next to your them, looking away in embarrassment.

“Look at her, trying to perk them out for us. She’s a slut alright.” Vi said as she harshly groped the right one, your head quickly snapping back at her touch.

Cait gripped onto the left one, fondling your nipple with her fingers. A sudden, soft moan escaped your lips. You froze. She snickered, eyes lowering. “I think she likes this, Vi.”

Vi tugged on your right nipple, making you whine out in pain but also with a deep, hidden pleasure. Her mouth suddenly met your bud, making your back arch. “W-Wait!” You said, but Vi did not wait. She sucked as her tongue circled around it. Cait wasted no time before her lips met the other nipple, doing the same. Their hands wandered your body, feeling every part of you they could. These women were hungry. You could tell they wanted to fucking devour you.

And for some sick reason, that turned you on.

Your head flew back as you moaned, hands resting on both their thighs, squeezing when as sucked harder. Vi slowly grazed her hand down your stomach, undoing your pant button as her mouth moved to the side of your breast, biting and sucking on it, leaving bruises all over it. They pulled away, pushed you down, and shimmied your pants off, leaving you in nothing but a lacy, black matching set. Your face was red hot. You wore lace to help your confidence while stealing, never expecting anyone to actually see it. Especially not two people… at the same time.

“All dressed up and ready, huh? I wonder…” Cait hovered over you, whispering in your hear, “Did you secretly want this? Did you look to provoke me, to provoke anyone who would possibly give you the time of day? How fucking desperate are you?”

Vi hovered over to the next ear. “I think you’re really desperate. So desperate, that I bet you’re soaked under those whore panties.” Her hand trailed down, lower, even more lower, until she reached the hem of the lace. Cait kissed down your neck, biting harshly, making you jolt and whine. Vi’s hand suddenly made its way in, immediately greeted by the wetness gathered up inside the panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet…” Her finger accidentally slipped against your clit, which was already swollen, making you moan.

“Cait, her cunt is practically begging for us. Come ‘er, feel.” Vi said, pulling her hand out and slipping your panties off. Cait made her way over as Vi spread open your thighs, propping your legs up.

“H-Hey! Stop!” You pleaded, to which they ignored.

“Oh, my…” Cait said, her finger poking your entrance, making your juices drip down your cheeks. You gasped, thighs immediately opening up more without thinking. “Look at you, so needy and drippy.” Her finger slurred its way inside, sharply and without hesitation, causing you to grip onto the sheet and gasp loudly. Although it was only one finger, you’d only ever felt your own inside yourself, so this feeling was completely new. Then, another digit was inserted. This one was thicker, stretching your hole out as it entered. Your eyes darted over to see both Cait and Vi’s fingers inside you. At the same time.

Your face twisted up in a wince as you cried out, “Ow! Ow, ow, that hurts!” They did not care. In fact, they probably got off to the fact that it hurt. They pumped their fingers, same pace, in and out. You let out struggled moans, your hands reaching down and clawing at theirs as they fucked your poor virgin cunt.

“Fuck, she’s so tight.” Vi said, staring deep into your hole as it clenched around her finger.

“A little too tight, don’t you think? Could you be a… virgin?” Cait suggested, eyebrow raising. The two women began to pump their fingers faster, excited at the thought of them possibly deflowering you.

“Y-Yes! Mmh! I am!” You struggled out, your face red hot as you admitted to it.

“Oh.” The two said at the same time as they looked at each other, their lips curling into a smirk. They pulled their fingers out, letting you finally be able to catch your breath. You laid there, panting, watching. They both slammed their lips into each other, sloppily mixing their saliva. You watched, biting your bottom lip. You felt a heat growing inside your hole as you watched the two women making out. Their hands groped and tugged against their clothes, slowly pulling them off one by one. You were aching now. You needed something.

You needed them.

Your hand made its way down your stomach, pressed onto your clit, and began to circle around it. You groaned out as your other hand pinched your nipple. Vi’s hand reached down into Cait’s panties, her finger prints showing the movement she made against her clit. They both moaned, Cait digging her nails into Vi’s muscular back. Her eyes opened slightly, side eyeing you as your finger twirled around your clit. Your eyes followed the trail of saliva connecting to their lips as they pulled away. You whimpered, spreading your legs open for her to see. She poked at Vi, whispering for her to look at you. She did so, eyebrows raising from surprise. They crawled back on the bed, hovered over your face, and smushed both their lips onto yours at the same time. Your moans were muffled now as their tongues fought with yours, pushing against one another. You wanted them more than ever now. You weren’t sure why you were against this at first, because this was your wet dream come true.

Just as you thought that, they pulled away and you were suddenly thrown over Vi’s thigh, ass up in the air. She tugged onto the back of your hair, forcing you to look at her. You yelped out in pain, “Ouch! What the f-” A hard slap landed on your ass cheek, face grimacing at the shocking pain. “Owww! S-Stop!”

Cait gripped onto your ass, shaking her head. “Cursing at us still? Why do I keep having to deal with you? This is supposed to be your punishment.”

“Who told you to touch yourself, huh?” Vi questioned, her hand harshly landing on your ass.

You jolted, crying out, “I-I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

“I don’t believe you.” Cait whispered, opening your thighs up, a slap landing right on your cunt.

“A-Agh!” You cried out, eyes swelling up with tears as you stared at Vi. You hoped she’d have pity on you. She stared into them, holding your face and squishing your cheeks.

“Tell Cait you won’t trouble her again.” Her heavy hand landing on your pussy, making you flinch.

You nodded, sobs bursting out. “I-I won’t bother you again!”

“Now apologize to her like you mean it.” Vi said, squeezing your face harder. Your tears were all over her hand, lip quivering.

“I’m sorry, Cait! I’m so sorry, please forgive me! Please, I-I’m sorryyyy!” You cried out, the stinging sensation inside your thighs beginning to throb. Although it hurt like hell, you couldn’t help but notice the dripping coming out of your hole. Cait spread open your cheek, staring at the wetness as it landed on Vi’s thigh.

“You… you like this?” She asked, a little surprised. She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine, let her go. Doing all this whining but you’re sopping wet.” Vi threw you off, landing face up on the bed. Cait began to slip her panties off. Her bra then popped off, breasts bouncing above your face as she did so. You blushed, staring at them. You were still a sniffling mess, yet you couldn’t stop staring at them. Your hand twitched, wanting to reach up and fondle them. You guessed she noticed, because she suddenly gripped onto your wrist and led your hand to her right breast. You gripped onto the softness, her nipple hardening under your palm. You had absolutely no idea what to do other than grab and squeeze, again, being a virgin who’d done absolutely nothing sexual in her whole life.

“Jeez, you really don’t know what you’re doing,” Vi started, her hand suddenly covering yours as you both groped Cait’s breast. She was now guiding your hand, making you pinch Cait’s bud. She flinched a bit, moaning out as you did so. You bit down on your bottom lip, cheeks flushing up. “See? You can’t be scared of ‘em, how would you ever get any if you are?” She said, snickering at your awkwardness. You both fondled her for a bit before Vi pulled your hands away and held them down.

“Since you’re a virgin, and it shows, I guess I’ll have to do all the work.” Cait said, her legs beginning to straddle over your face. Your eyes widened so much, you truly thought they might fall out of your face. You stared at her glistening slit, which was just a few inches away from your face.

“What—What are you—” Your sentence was cut short by Cait’s cunt sitting on your face. “Mmh!!” You muffled out, not quite sure what to do as her thighs squeezed against your face.

She sighed. “Open your mouth and lick.” You gulped and obliged, your tongue slowly poking her clit. She groaned as you began licking up and down. Her hips began to move back and forth, fucking your face and making it harder to breathe. “That’s it, good girl.” She then stuffed her clit in your mouth. “Suck on it.” Your lips surrounded the bulging skin and you sucked while circling your tongue around it. Her back arched, hands holding the top of your head as you did so. Your own hands wandered up and held onto her breasts, doing exactly what Vi taught you.

“You’re doing so good, aren’t you?” Vi’s voice suddenly broke the sounds of Cait’s moans. You then felt something poking your hole, sliding up and down along your cunt. Your legs froze, muffled moans escaping your mouth and vibrating into Cait’s wetness. Then you felt it. Something large and thick entering your hole. Your hands squeezed against Cait’s skin, your face twisting up as you whined from the pain. “Let’s see how good you can take the two of us then.” You could feel your wet hole taking the toy well, sliding in slowly. Your walls were tight around it though, making it hard for it all to go in. Vi muffled out a, “Fuck, so tight…” before pushing it all the way in. Your back arched, pain flowing through waves all throughout your body. Tears ran down your cheeks, leaving stains where there was once dirt. You let out a muffled groan as Vi slowly began to move inside you, pushing your legs further back.

“Just relax, angel. It’ll feel so good soon, you’re taking me so well already.” Vi said, stroking inside you as her thumb met your clit, circling around it. It started to hurt less now, the pain slowly turning into intoxicating pleasure. Cait continued to rut against your face. All three of you moaned, noises overlapping each other. Your moans sounded different now, they were hungry. You’d never heard yourself make those sounds before. Cait then suddenly lifted herself up, turned around, and sat on your face. She lowered herself on your body, staring at the dildo as it stretched out your cunt. It made a squelching noise every time Vi moved.

“Look at you! Our slutty girl, hole all nice and stretched. Does it feel good?” Cait asked.

“Y-Yes! Feels so—so good!” You managed to struggle out, gripping onto Cait’s ass. It was hard to speak due to the constant groans you couldn’t control. You suddenly felt her tongue flicking against your clit, pushing her ass back into your face. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue grazing Cait’s cunt once again. Vi was pounding into you now, hitting that spot that made your toes curl over, and over, and over. You felt a tingly feeling starting in your lower stomach, growing stronger and moving lower. Your legs began to shake, moving your face up and down against Cait faster. Her moans sped up, gripping onto your thighs.

“Just like that, darling. Gods you… you’re gonna make me come…” Cait said, her lips surrounding your clit as she sucked.

“Are you close, huh?” Vi questioned, slapping the inside of your thigh, the tip of the toy grazing your g-spot. “You’re a shaking mess.”

“Mmhm! Mm!” You said, bucking your hips back and forth.

“What do you think, cupcake? Do you think she deserves to come?” She asked, her pace slowing down. You whined as she did so, pushing yourself back onto the toy.

“How greedy. She expects sweet release after being arrested, what lesson would that teach you, hm?” Cait said, pulling away from your swollen clit and slapping it. Your head shot back, gasping loudly.

“Please! I won’t ever steal again, I-I’ll be the best citizen! Be the best girl for you both! I’ll do whatever you two want me to do!” You pleaded, sobbing into Cait’s cunt as you pushed your tongue into her hole, flicking back and forth. “Mmh.. please, please, please!”

Cait threw her head back, moaning loudly. “Fuck… fine. Since you sound so cute while pleading.” She lowered herself onto your clit again, picking up her pace as her tongue pushed against it. Vi held onto your waist, forcing your whole body to take her strap. She used all her force to pound into you, so deep inside that there was a bulge where it continuously hit the top wall of your pussy. The room was loud, filled with moans, grunts, and the sound of a squeaky bed. You felt Cait’s clit twitching inside your mouth, pushing herself deeper into your face. These two were gonna be the fucking death of you.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She moaned out, coming on your face. Her juices dripped down your jaw, landing on your chest. You suddenly felt a sharpness all throughout your body. Your back arched as far as it’d go, nails digging into Cait’s plump ass.

“V-Vi—Cait!” You yelled out, feeling the warmth of release spread across your inner thighs. “I’m coming!” Your eyes rolled back, loud moans escaping your mouth, drunk off of the two women getting off to you.

Vi continued to fuck you, making you cry out from the sensitivity. Her head suddenly was thrown back, moaning out loudly, “Fuuuck!” As her own orgasm creeped up onto her, filling her boxers and strap with her creamy cum. She pulled it out, took it off, and landed on your right side. Cait pulled away, landing on the other. The three of you laid there, panting, sweaty skin touching.

“You… You two okay?” Vi asked, sitting up and looking at you and Cait. Her hands reached out, stroking both your cheeks.

“Yes, I’m more than okay. Are you?” Cait questioned, her eyes darting to you as she sat up. They were both staring at you now, eyes full of worry. Vi wiped your tears away as Cait stroked your hair. You smiled at the two women who were suddenly caring for you. You wondered if they’d grown fond of you in the couple hours you three spent together.

“Yeah,” You said, out of breath still. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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average-transfem-robotgirl · 11 months ago

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>Robot girl frotting that friction welds your dicks together.

>Welcome to my TED Talk.

#robot girl #robotgirl #robotposting #transfem #robot fucker #transhumanism #robotfucker #robophilia #objectum #roboposting #sillyposting #shitpost #hornyposting #frotting #friction welding #I’m a genius

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katabay · 1 year ago

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ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...

the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin

this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.

you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.

also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

#the economy and my bank account are in shambles and i ended up stress drawing this whole thing in one go #its so many lines. the next time i draw this. because i will be revisiting this composition. i want to use a different inking brush #i think. but the next time i draw this it will be with solid blacks on the stair case steps i think #hey here's a fun fact for those of you who aren't catholic. did you know that kissing the ring of the pope/a cardinal/etc #grants you an indulgence. cardinals also used to kiss the pope on the mouth. also foot and hand iirc. anyway #there are no cardinals in this drawing but im saying if you write medieval/renaissance smut about men of the cloth #you can really amp up the friction between holy and seductive with a lot of the (gestures vaguely) that.#actually another fun fact about cardinals. their fun sun hat (it's called a galero) has some fucking weird as hell fever dream (literally)#origin lore. so if seductive isn't your thing. the horror of a thing that you wear is also extremely fun #esp when you get into medieval gender performances of clothes and how they define a person etc #generic medieval tag #original tag

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gal-o-guacamole · 1 year ago

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have you heard about friction welding

#suggestive #ultrakill shitpost #ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #guac art #gabv1el #fun fact: friction welding is one of the strongest welding techniques because it generates so much heat that metal fuses together 🤓☝️#im a huge physics nerd btw

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alienseasfanfics · 3 months ago

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Friction - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!traumatized!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | AO3

Summary: When you're targeted by a violent stalker, Sam Wilson hires Bucky Barnes to guard you in an isolated safe house. This causes tension as you both get on each others nerves in an increasingly dangerous situation. But, you slowly come to realize you're more alike than you thought. Will it be too late when you finally let yourself trust him?

Word Count (for Part 1): 2.3k

Tags: Slowburn, reluctant attraction, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, bodyguard, hired to protect, fluff and angst, nightmares and comfort, eventual smut, reluctant attraction.

T/W: Some non-graphic depictions of violence, guns, eventual smut.

A/N: Hello. This will be just a few parts. I'm envisioning 5. Who knows though. Will be posted on my AO3 as well (linked here). Also, feel free to send short one-shot requests. I may not answer them all but if one inspires me, I'll write. Enjoy!

“If you keep staring at me, I’m going to sprint down the hill into oncoming traffic.”

“There is no oncoming traffic.”

“I’ll keep running until I find some.”

“Good luck.”

“Shut up.” You mutter, taking another swig of your coffee. Bucky Dumbass Barnes leans against the porch railing, watching you. You flip him off and he rolls his eyes, looking instead at the dirt road ahead.

The day is calm and cicadas are buzzing loudly. You draw your knees up to your chest as you watch the wind play with the grass, making it flatten and swirl into ever-changing circles.

It’s so incredibly boring out here, away from the city. There’s no coffee shops, or long walks down busy streets, or movie theatres. The lack of movie theatres hurts the most.

All you want to do is sit with people, too many people, anonymously sharing a laugh or a cry in a dark room. Free people don’t appreciate the amount of community that is shared within the walls of a theatre. The insight gleaned from hearing their murmurs to their friends about the attractiveness of the actors or the stupidity of the dialogue. You miss connecting with them and feeling, finally, like one of them. Anonymously. With the ability to leave afterwards, free to go about your business.

But now, all you do is watch the grass as Bucky watches you. Solely because of one stupid person with an obsession.

You chug the rest of your coffee and get up, limping past Bucky and letting the screen door slam behind you. He huffs, but you couldn’t care less.

The safe house has a rudimentary kitchen. Though, fancier than your own due to the coffee machine Sam brought as an apology for forcing you here. As you start another cup of coffee, you tap the counter with a finger. Sam said this would only be for a month. Just until they found out how He was tracking you. Then you could go back to your blissful anonymity in New York.

That is, if they could even find who He is.

That’s the flip side of the coin. You can disappear, until someone wants to find you. Then, it’s all that much easier for them to never appear to you at all, except when they want to.

The little voice in the back of your head whispers his name to you, but you close your eyes and silence it. He’s gone. He must be.

The coffee drips from the machine. It’s been overworked the past two weeks, both from you trying to cling on to whatever sense of normalcy you’ve cultivated outside of this house, and from Bucky trying to stay awake.

How long did Bucky say he was going to stay here for? Couldn’t have been more than a month. He’s always been sick of you within the hour in past missions. It’s a miracle he’s still around two weeks in. Once he’s decided he’s done, you can go back. Or when whatever Sam bribed him with is gone. And then, who else does Sam trust enough to know where the safe house is? He barely let you know. You’ll be going back in no time.

Sure, there’s a homicidal maniac after you, leaving traps that have caught you twice already and broken your leg both times, but now that you know his M.O. you can catch him. You’ve handled yourself before, who’s to say you can’t again?

The coffee machine beeps, and you take a sip from the cup. Your bad leg twinges, angry at supporting you for this long, and you grit your teeth. Your own body doesn’t believe in you. That’s a tough pill to swallow.

The screen door slams again as Bucky comes inside.

“There’s no more coffee.” You mutter, and he reaches into the cupboard by the door and pulls out a bag. Opening it, he comes over to the machine to refill, and you move gingerly out of the way. He doesn’t notice, or care, and continues.

“This is the last bag, though. We’ll have to go into town to get more.” He says to the coffee machine.

“I don’t think it’ll answer you.” You say.

“You don’t want me looking at you. I’m happy to grant that request.”

“I don’t want you watching me. That’s very different.”

“You’ll have to get used to me doing that.”

“Not for much longer.”

“Thank god. You’re the most irritating woman I’ve ever met. I don’t know who’s stalking you, but it must be the only person in the world who could put up with your bullshit.”

“At least someone can put up with mine. I don’t think anyone can handle this long with you.”

“I’m okay with not having a psycho leaving bombs on my doorstep.”

“My balcony. He left them on my balcony.”

“Touchey. Or however the fuck you say it.”

“Touché.”

He rolls his eyes, not answering you and instead methodically glancing over the sparse living room. After two weeks you know what he looks at. The boarded up back door, the windows with trip-wires stretched across the sills, the cameras blinking red and pointed at every egress point. If he wasn’t such an ass, you’d be impressed by the level of care he’s putting into his job. You know it’s just about the money, though. Money that’s quickly running out.

“How much did Sam pay for?”

“Coffee? Two months supply. You’ve been drinking it like the damned Energizer bunny, though.”

“No, your money. For your ‘services’, or whatever you call the peeping tom bullshit.”

He closes his eyes and sets his jaw. His neck muscle flexes beneath his collar. You’d think it was attractive if it wasn’t his jaw.

“That was one time. I knocked, and you didn’t answer. I told you to always answer. I didn’t ‘peep’ at anything, anyway.” He finally says after a minute of counting.

“You’re not my keeper.”

“For the next two weeks, I am. And then it some other poor idiots job to watch you.”

That makes you freeze, putting your coffee down.

“What?” You say, and he glances over at you.

“What, you want me to stay now?”

“No! What do you mean someone else will be watching me?”

“Well, if Sam and them don’t find Him, you’ll still need to stay here.” He’s talking slowly, as if talking to a particularly dumb child.

“That wasn’t the agreement. Sam said a month.”

“You’ll have to take that up with Sam. Besides, you want to go back there? Back to your apartment, that He knows about? Hell, He knows the security camera blindspots. And you want to waltz back in like everything is fine?” Now, he’s looking at you. You really hate it when he does that. He seems to always be studying you, picking you apart with his ice-cold eyes. It makes your heart jump into your throat.

You break the eye contact by looking into your coffee.

“I just want to go home.” You finally say into its dregs. You swallow the rest of it, putting it on the counter harder than you meant to. “I’m taking a shower. Try not to come in, weirdo.”

“Easy enough.” He mutters as you walk up the stairs.

- - -

That night, you’re running.

You don’t need to look behind you to know He’s there. You’re barefoot again, running on the rough cement of the lab, scraping your bare skin against the walls as you round the corners of the never-ending basement prison. The burn from your wounds is nothing to the one in your head. It’s making your vision blurry and your eyes red-hot, and you know he’s closing in on you.

Sprinting now, the lights behind you close one by one with an electric thud, like a giants footsteps getting closer to stomping on you by the second.

Thud. You’re blinking back fire. Thud. Your heart is giving out.

Thud. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine as he finally-

Crash. You startle awake, a scream still ripping through your throat. You grab the closest thing to you -another coffee cup- and throw it towards the door that just smashed open. It narrowly misses a barely clothed Bucky as he ducks backward.

“Fuck!” He shouts, “Don’t surprise the guy with a gun! Gun safety 101!”

You notice now that he is holding one, its metal nose glinting off the moonlight coming through the bent blinds. His steel fingers share the same gleam.

“Don’t break into a sleeping woman’s room!” Is the only thing you can manage to yell back, turning away from him to wipe hot tears from your face quickly.

“I think the fact you were screaming loud enough to wake the dead is reason enough to come in here! I told you to not lock this door, by the way, so the whole breaking and entering thing is your fault.” He barks.

“Shut up, Bucky.” You whisper.

“Is someone in here? Why were you screaming?” The floor creaks under him as he steps into the room, looking around the corners.

“No one is in here, just go back to bed.” You’re gripping the mattress now, trying to calm down. He’s not making it any easier as he stops to stand behind you. There’s a soft ting of a bullet hitting the ground as he uncocks the gun, but he doesn’t leave.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes I did.”

“There were two questions.”

“I’m glad you know how to count.” You need to breathe. 1, 2, 3- shit. 1, 2- shit! Do you know how to count?

He’s quiet for a moment, and you almost think he’s left until he speaks again.

“Why do you insist on being so difficult?”

“Because I need to be.” You say breathlessly. Running a hand through your hair you stand up shakily, moving around the bed and going to the door. He’s standing in front of the doorway, not moving. In the dim light of the moon, the only part of him not shrouded in shadow is his metal arm. You try to avoid looking at it, knowing somewhere deep down that he hides it from you for a reason, with long sleeves even in the harshest sunlight. But the only other place to look is his chest or his face, which makes your cheeks feel hot even now. You settle on looking down at the bullet on the ground between you both.

“I need some water.” You murmur after a moment of him staring down at you.

“You need to answer me.”

“Please, Bucky.” You plead. Your defences fall for just a moment, but your lungs are starting to collapse. The world is starting to swim, and you’re not sure if its panic, tears, or the pain in your leg screaming at you to sit back down. Whichever one, you really don’t want Bucky to see it.

“Go back in bed. I’ll get it for you.” His voice is calm now. Quieter. Exhausted, the only answer you can manage is a nod, doing as you’re told and laying back down. You stare at the crack in the blinds and try to blink away tears as you listen to him rummaging in the kitchen.

He comes back too soon. He sets the glass on the nightstand behind you, but you don’t hear him leave. Sighing, you turn around, and finally look at him in the face.

His eyebrows are knit together, and as he looks at you, you can feel him studying you again. This time your stomach flutters.

You break eye contact again, sitting up and sipping the water quietly.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“Sorry for crashing in.”

“Sorry for screaming.”

“Not for the coffee mug?”

“I’ve been wanting to do that.”

You flick your eyes up at him, and you think for a moment you see a smile, but it quickly falls away once he looks in your eyes. You both look at each other for a second, two, three, before its his turn to break contact. He runs his metal hand through his tousled hair, glancing down at his gun, the bed, the window, anywhere but you.

“When I, hmm.” He takes a deep breath. “When I have a bad night, I have to ground myself.”

“Ground yourself? Like a naughty kid?”

“No.” He pinches the skin between his eyes. “My senses. Y’know. Five things I see, three things I hear, one thing I feel. Until I calm down.”

“Oh.”

“Are you still on edge?” He glances down at your free hand gripping the mattress. You loosen it.

“I guess.”

“Do you want me to stay in here?”

“What?”

“Do you want me to stay in here. To...watch over you.” He’s still looking away from you.

“Aren’t you already doing that? Hence the gun?”

He rolls his eyes.

“If you don’t want me to, I’ll just-”

“Yeah. If you can. Stay here, that is.” The permission comes from a part of you that you’ve shoved down. Or thought you shoved down. Now, it’s speaking from the middle of your throat, stealing any breath you have with it.

He finally looks at you again, then slowly nods.

“Okay. I can. Let me grab a blanket.” He walks out of the room, and you’re finally able to breathe again.

Laying back down, you try to ground yourself. You see the armchair across from the foot of your bed, the window, the bent blinds, the broken patch of ceiling above you, the barely touched glass of water on the nightstand. You hear the croon of an owl outside, the orchestra of a grasshopper, the creak of the floorboards as Bucky comes back in. Closing your eyes, you try to focus on sleep.

You feel Bucky’s warm hand brushing against your skin as he pulls your blanket up to cover you, leaving you cold when he moves away.

Your muscles relax as you hear him settle into the armchair. Inexcusably, your brain tells you, he calms you. Happily, your heart slows, letting you fall into a dreamless sleep.

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firstoccupier · 5 months ago

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Geopolitical Tensions in West Philippine Sea: January 4, 2025

By Cliff Potts, WPS News, Editor-in-ChiefBaybay City | January 4, 2025 I have compiled a detailed report on the significant events occurring in the West Philippine Sea, particularly around Scarborough Shoal and Second Thomas Shoal, during the stipulated period from 0601 to 1800 Philippine Time on January 4, 2025. News Report: Dateline: January 4, 2025, West Philippine Sea Current Events in…

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nephynes · 1 month ago

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a teaser

Jake had never considered himself submissive, well that was until he met Sunghoon. To Jake, there just seemed to be something about Sunghoon that made him want to be that way for him, made him want to do everything Sunghoon said, even before he said it. If Jake believed in religion, Sunghoon would be his god, maybe that would explain why he's currently fucking his cock into you but his mind is elsewhere. His mind is entirely on Sunghoon in particular, where he's sat across the bed from you two.

Jake is moaning like it hurts, he's starving for praise like that might be the only thing keeping him alive.

"Sunghoon," he gasps, hips rocking into you with enough force to jolt the headboard, "fuck—look at me. Please—please look at me."

Sunghoon doesn't flinch. He's still. Unbothered. Sitting in the corner chair like he's been there forever, long legs spread, jaw in his hand, eyes flicking lazily across the room—but not to Jake. Never to Jake.

Jake whines, desperate and pretty, breath fanning across your collarbone as he buries himself deeper, chasing something he'll never get from the man who made him this way. "Am I doing it right?" he pants, fucking you harder. "Tell me I'm doing it right—tell me I'm good—please—"

Sunghoon hums. His gaze lands on you this time. Controlled. Careful. "You're such a slut for praise, Jake," he says, voice low and faintly amused. "Shouldn't you be asking her that?"

And Jake does. So fast. So broken.

"Baby—" His voice cracks. "Am I good? Am I making you feel good?"

You try to answer, lips parting on a moan—but Sunghoon stops you before a sound can fall. "Don't answer him."

Your body tightens under Jake's, your back arching instinctively toward the voice that denies and commands you.

And Jake feels it.

"Fuck," he grits, pulling back to look at your face, but you're already looking past him. Already whining for someone else.

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sometimes we see Oscar having do socmed alone and it's just so not his thing and he literally just… made guacamole while people watched

but then Lando's around !! and Oscah gets the chance to show off (in a way) athletically and he's a fucking peacock - I'm sure not at ALL affected by Lando spending time with gregarious Pato and Franco :))

and like !! Lando fully happily taking the supportive gf role with crying out 'Oscah!' and 'you've got this' and 'you've got more of the float than I did' 'he'd got the tekkers now' and immediately turning for Oscar's smile when he finally lands one

but the indulgent, familiar "where's this imaginary line then?" bc Lando ALWAYS makes the rules and Oscar ALWAYS acts long-suffering and it's just their little thing ok and it makes them smile into each other's soft faces !!

and ofc 'Oscah absolutely dom-in-at-ed' while Lando sticks his tits out and Oscar literally puffed up with pride and wearing the rings in celebration bc Lando knows you've gotta let alphas have their egos stroked (wink wink)

meanwhile Oscar's groaning and angrily slamming at the cacti and reacting with more intensity than any race in his life and getting all yappy and sassy

LAST BUT NOT LEAST THE PATHETIC LITERAL THIS ONE'S FOR U BABE IMMEDIATE FAILURE

and fucking kill me over how Lando immediately latches onto the joke and does that little expectant head lift and then they synchronize throwing their heads back to laugh fuck OFF

#landoscar #inchidentallyanessay #they just have their little things !! that make them both smile !!#it's not anything earth shattering or meme worthy and it's nothing wild or loud !#they just like making each other smile !#and where Lando has learned he doesn't have to perform so hard now he's got Oscar #Oscar has come out of his shell and learned it's okay to be a goof on camera #and godddd the whole world wanting them to despise each other or have juicy friction #but they get through the days being like This

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kentoxo · 6 months ago

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friction | reader(f) x crush!nanami pt.12

pairing: reader (f) x crush!nanami

synopsis: [AU] you have always had a crush on nanami. since the day you were hired as his personal assistant, you've been right at his side combating numbers and making money within the finance department for the company you two worked for. but, things take a turn when nanami catches wind of your feelings, and rejects you. little did he know the weight of his mistake.

warnings: angst, heartbreak, sexual tension, jealousy (future smut)

a/n: thank you all so much for your patience with me. this is definitely a weaker part of mine, but please do not worry. a lengthy, more fun part awaits, pinky promise. and again, if i forgot to tag you, please forgive me and remind me! i will absolutely add u to the taglist <3

all parts: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt.7, pt.8, pt.9, pt.10, pt.11,

December | Tokyo, Japan | Monday

You were uncomfortable, to say the least.

You walked down your fellow colleagues, who eyed you in adoration while simultaneously whispering praise to one another. You were surrounded by all your previous bosses, your current boss, and Haibara. It felt somewhat relieving to see Haibara, but even he could not soothe the difference in the air. You could only remain stiff as your mind intoxicated you with present worries.

It was only minutes ago that you were shaking hands with Takada, the immense pride in his smile unable to relieve the anxiety that sauntered through your veins. You were not sure if you were competent enough to be an Office Manager. No, actually, you weren’t sure if you were competent enough to be Nanami’s potential boss.

As you all walked into the cafe, you noticed that Nanami immediately shot his neck towards the baristas. You weren’t sure why, but his usual calm demeanor suddenly became defensive, as he took out both of his hands from his pockets. You noticed after almost a year working with him, that he could rub the rim of his watch whenever he had something on his mind. It was a habit that Nanami was aware of, and claims it simply helps with processing.

But in reality, it was a small bit of anxiety. Though you are constantly reminded and spoken of in such high regard, it is your own insecurities that won’t allow you to relish in such compliments. As you all sat in a booth, you slid in first, with Nanami and Geto eyeing one another. Haibara quickly tries to make the judicial decision and sit beside you for moral support, but Nanami was quick to give him a glare before sliding next to you at your left. Geto joins you at your right side, with Shoko beside him and Haibara lamentably sitting beside Nanami.

There you were, at the center of your previous higher ups. It was the full circle you never anticipated, nor asked for. Because truthfully, you were fine with staying in your position, being Nanami’s assistant. You could have been transferred to be someone else's assistant in the future if you could no longer bear being under the blond-haired Head. But, you’d be damned to reject a promotion, especially one that skips 3-4 positions that you never got into before.

Your fingers felt cold, tapping your tips away against the table as you spotted Tae from a distance. He was wearing a black hoodie instead of his usual crewneck. The reason? It was still in your possession, as he lent it the day you started your cold.

“Ah, Y/N, it’s so good to see you’ve been well.” Shoko breaks the silence, her rare smile forcing your heart to skip a beat. She leans in, her long hair coating the table space behind her. “I was worried they’d mistreat you down here in F.”

“‘F?’” Nanami questioned, unable to understand her slang.

Shoko rolls her eyes, “of course you don’t know, Nana. Finance.” Nanami could only scoff, a weak and annoyed smile playing at his lips. “Anyways, despite that, I knew my girl would be able to handle it. After all, she takes from the best.”

“Quite the ego you’ve developed there, Shoko,” Geto teases, “considering you were the last of us to become Head. Well, besides Haibara over there.”

Haibara crosses his arms, huffing away from everyone. “Not my fault that Nanami and I both studied business. If I was the one choosing between the both of us, I’d choose Nanami as Head of Finance, too.”

You eye them all curiously, lost in their words. But Nanami quickly took note and took out his phone. Silently while they all continue to converse, Nanami taps away at his phone before sliding it over to you, his eyes looking elsewhere. Your eyes look down to see a photo of all of them, from when they were much younger, on what looks like their graduation day. A smile could not be stopped when you noticed Nanami at the far end.

He gives the exact same expression as he does now, either strict or bored, not even bothering to look at the camera. But his blonde hair was… significantly longer before, with a side swept bang. You let out the quietest snort, which Nanami noticed and looked over. He traced your eyes, found what it was looking at, and immediately snatched the phone back. As you chuckled silently to yourself, Nanami resigned his face into his hand, a noticeable pink hue at the side of his face.

Cute, you thought to yourself. You watched as he sunk into his hand, unable to contain the embarrassment.

“Everything alright there, Kento?” Geto hums, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Looks like you’re going through something,” Shoko hums, a curious smirk working her lips when Nanami lifts his head to reveal his rosy cheeks.

“‘m always going through something,” he lets out quietly. He then turns to you, and gives you a gentle pat on the shoulder, “but let's not talk about me. Today is Y/N’s day, as she is now our new Office Manager.”

Geto smiles warmly at you, “truly, you are still as impressive as the day I met you. I’m not surprised you got yourself such a fantastic promotion, Y/N. A million congratulations to you.”

You blush, “a-ah, it wouldn’t have been possible if you didn’t hire me, Geto kacho! It was your recruiting decision that got me here.”

“Feel free to call me Suguru,” Geto hums, “we’ve known each other for so long now, I think I can do without the honorifics.”

Nanami felt his left eye twitch. What was this feeling exactly? It didn’t matter, because Nanami did not like it. He did not want to hear Geto’s name come out of your mouth. His hazel eyes bore a flame, an endless ember of a feeling he couldn’t quite coin.

“A-as much as I’d like to,” you begin shyly, nervously tapping down on the table. Your nails would sound with each tap, your anxiety never missing a beat. “I think it would be a bit too sudden for me… considering I’m not in my new role as of yet.”

“Well, my offer still stands,” Geto continues in a warm voice. He looks over at the baristas, his gaze ever so intimidating. You notice the cafe quickly tap at Tae and point him towards your table. You let out a sheepish sigh for them. Geto was quite the personality, a bit too intense for most people.

Tae quickly walks up, lending you a gleeful smile before giving an eye to everyone else. “Good morning all,” he greets with a curt bow. “Apologies for the delayed service. Have we taken a look at the drink menu yet?”

You quickly nod, “we’re all ready, Tae.”

Shoko looks over at you, shooting you a curious glance. “Oh, are you two familiar?”

You nod, “he is the barista that Nanami kacho hired for the cafe. Tae here makes his coffee the best, so he offered him a position in this floor cafe.”

“Seems we both have a keen eye for talent, huh, Nanami?” Geto gives him a dangerous smirk. Nanami rolls his eyes before looking up at Tae, his expression not any softer. He quickly offers his hand.

“I don’t believe we’ve met properly since your hiring,” Nanami begins quickly, “I’m Kento Nanami, the Head of Finance.”

Tae quickly shakes his hand. “Tae, j-just Tae.” You felt his nerves, finding yourself tapping on the table even more. “I just… thank you so much for hiring me. It has been wonderful to join the cafe team, and serve you all.”

“I’m glad the offer was to your standards,” Nanami begins to talk all professional, adjusting his tie a bit. “We only accept the best here, so I’m glad to have you on board.”

“I feel like challenging the kid now, if that’s alright,” Geto begins with a sly smile. He looks up at Tae, his eyes amused, “can you make me a double ristretto with whole milk?”

Shoko looks at him with curious eyes, “this would be your third cup of coffee. Why do you want such a strong cup at this time? It’s only…” she looks down at her watch, “10 A.M.”

“Have you been demoted to coffee police?” Geto toys with her before looking back at Tae and nodding to confirm his desired drink. Haibara and Shoko follow his order, with Tae giving Nanami a nod when it was his turn. Tae long mentally noted what Nanami would like. His usual. When it was you, your anxious tapping increased.

Everyone else ordered ‘sophisticated’ coffee drinks, whereas you had hot chocolate in mind. The office was cold, even colder with the unforgiving winter outside the building. But now that you were coming into a better position, you weren’t sure how to behave. You didn’t want to seem like a pushover, but you also never imagined you’d be in a position above all of your higher ups. These are the people you’ve looked up to in your career, and you never imagined you’d meet them eye to eye.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you prepare to answer. But before then, Nanami slides a napkin right under your fingers, creating a silencer to your constant tapping. He looks over at Tae, “I’d actually like a cup of hot chocolate, if that’s alright.”

Your eyes widened, looking over at Nanami, who thought nothing of his order changed. But, you quickly take the opportunity, “can you make those two, actually?” You add softly. Tae nods, smiling at you before crossing out something and writing into his notepad.

“I’ll get those started for ya.” He pulls out the menus under his arm and passes them around the table. “This is a new menu for today, so please feel free to browse it. I’ll return to take your orders then.”

Everyone nods and thanks Tae before he rushes back to the cafe to start the drinks. You feel your face go hot, as you tap shyly down against the napkin. But it was much gentler, both in sound and feeling. But, maybe Nanami did this because he was annoyed by the incessant sound. As Shoko, Geto, and Haibara get into conversation, you look over at Nanami with worried eyes.

“I apologize if the sound became annoying,” you say quietly. Nanami looked over confused, and you gestured down to your hands on the napkin.

“Oh, no,” Nanami hums, “I was worried for your nails, so I figured the napkin would keep them from potentially chipping.”

That’s… very sweet of him.

“O-oh, thank you,” you say while narrowing your eyes down on the napkin.

“Anytime, Y/N kacho,” Nanami hums beside you.

You felt his words crawl up your spine. It was weird to hear Nanami say your name with such high regard. You knew he always respected you, even before this promotion. But hearing ‘kacho’ beside your name, especially after his upset, made your heart skip a beat or two.

“And what about the comradery between us?” You whispered, humoring Nanami’s annoyance. The blonde man looks over at you, his jaw slightly low with his mouth agape.

“Are you… making fun of me right now, Y/N?” Nanami looks over at you, with a surprised expression. But, you found solace in the small crack of a smile at the corner of his lips.

“Mmm, I might be,” you say slowly, hoping you were approaching this joke well. “Nanami.”

Suddenly, Nanami bursts out in quiet chuckles. It completely eradicated the conversation being had at the rest of the table. Shoko and Geto were in shock, while Haibara looked at you over Nanami’s shoulder. He was silently rooting for you in his eyes. But you could care less regarding all these other eyes. At this moment, you were reminded why you had a crush on him. His soft laughter was honey, his smile just as sweet.

“Y/N kacho, you must be the funniest person in the world,” Geto commented, a truly playful smile on his face. “I’ve never heard Nanami laugh like this.”

“Ditto,” Shoko comments, fake fear laced in her words.

Nanami was fickle, this was true. But Nanami was also very, very human. And as hesitant as you remain, you couldn’t help but want to stay here, in this moment, forever, as he chuckles and reveals that lightly dented dimple at the end of his smile. You didn’t want to admit it right then, but he was winning you over without even trying.

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