#i lied and got anxious so here it is an hour later

[thelittleliars]

Surprise

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Warnings: fighting, being drunk, mention of homophobia, mention of deceased parents, angst with a happy end

Words: 3.5k

Summary: You wanted to surprise your girlfriend but instead you were the one that got surprised.

A/N: Here it is: the Angst with a happy ending one shot as the majority of you voted for! Btw I did not proof read it so be aware.

Flying wasn't your thing; sitting for hours in a thing that is high in the air with nothing to do but to sleep, eat, watch or read something. And airplane was a capsule of boredom to you, that was why you'd never fly unless you had to. Unfortunately you had to fly for your job since it required you to fly overseas from time to time. This time you had a 15 hour flight back home, itching to not only to see your girlfriend Natasha but also to surprise her, your supposed flight was scheduled for only three days later and when you were given the go to fly back earlier you took the chance and told her nothing about it. You hadn't seen her in weeks so you were extra excited to see her again.

The uber stopped in front of your apartment complex, as you got your things out of the trunk you thanked them for the pleasant ride and wished them a good day. You were quick to arrive at your door, the apartment was one on the top floors, before unlocking it with the your key. The smile on your face vanished when you saw Natasha standing there with three people you had never met before. Your mood became a little sour as you didn't like that your surprise didn't go as you had planned. "Who are you?" You asked confused as nobody including your girlfriend made a move to introduce each other.

They stared at you with critical eyes, sizing you up and down as if you were a criminal or some other threat. The younger woman with blonde hair spoke up first. "Her family." Your heart stilled for a second thinking of meeting her family like this wasn't great but you dismissed everything quickly because you remembered that her family was dead. "No, that can't be. Her family died when she was young." You looked confused at Nat, then back at those strangers again. When nobody responded you got a bit anxious, Natasha wouldn't have lied about that right?

The man spoke up next, bringing you out of your head of spiraling thoughts. "Who are you?" But before you could answer that question happily, the other woman gave her thoughts to the situation. "She's most likely the roommate Natasha always talked about." Roommate. You whirled your head towards your red headed lover, looking baffled at her already guilty expression, pain appeared in your heart and you swore that nothing cut you as deep as the statement along with her silence and facial expression. You pursed your lips to hide how much she hurt you, it would be too embarrassing to throw a fit in front of her family. Natasha opened her mouth but before she got to speak you jumped in. "I just had a 15 hour flight and all I wanna do is take a shower and maybe a nap afterwards. I guess I see y'all later." You said to all of them before you fetched your suitcase and disappeared into the actual guest room that the two of you had for emergencies.

In the shower you sat down and let the water fall onto you. You overthought everything you thought you knew. It was obvious that it was her family, she lied about her parent dying. Why would she do that? And if she lied about that what else did she lie about? Evidently about your relationship. The roommate Natasha constantly talked about.. That statement hurt immensely. You couldn't understand why were a roommate, not even a very good friend no, just a fucking roommate. It made you angry, especially because you loved that woman deeply and it made you wonder if she actually loved you. You also deliberate about if you could ever forgive her about this betrayal.

After the long shower, your phone started ringing the second your t-shirt hit you body. It was strange for someone to call you at this hour but when you saw it was your friend Wanda you answered without a question. You couldn't get a hello out because she was talking fast. "Open your door, there's a surprise for you!" The excitement in her voice was refreshing after all the work talk you had done overseas for days. "Wands, I don't like surprises."

"I know and I'm sorry to do this to you but this one's really worth it. Please believe me and don't hang up!" You tried to put all the faith you had left in her and walked out of the guest room as held your phone against your ear. "I won't hang up don't worry." While you passed by the open kitchen-living room to get to the door, you felt the red head's and her family's intense eyes on you. You ignore them as you opened the door and there she stood, the great Wanda Maximoff with some tickets in her hands. She practically shoved them into your hands. Only then did you hang up the phone and looked at what the tickets were. Your eyes widen in shock before you threw yourself at Wanda, hugging her happily. Natasha jealously was seething so she decided to speak. "What is your ex doing here?"

You turned around smiling at her but not as bright as you had been a second before, you still waved the tickets with joy telling her what the tickets were for. "She got me tickets for a sold out Hayley Kiyoko show!!" Natasha knew how much that meant for you since you had never seen her live even though you had tickets for three concerts at one point. You hated it so much that your job always came in between the dates, making you sell your concert tickets of the singer that was your first crush and gay awakening. This whole situation gave Natasha another pang of jealousy, she should have been the one giving you the tickets, not your damn ex.

"The lesbian Jesus?" The blonde woman whose name you still don't know asked. You nodded and saw her face breaking into a proud expression. "Since when do you know that?" Natasha asked her sister in almost an insulting tone. "Kate Bishop, where else?" After Nat narrowed her eyes the blonde explained further with a shrug. "She told me that I need to widen my horizon in pop culture." At that you turned your attention back to Wanda, minding your own business while picking up your conversation again. "I- I'm.. thank you for the tickets Wands. I truly don't know how to thank you." She smiled at your overwhelmed but giddy state. "You could take me with you?" She joked as she also pointed to the tickets. You agreed to her idea incredibly fast, maybe a bit too fast considering that you had a girlfriend you usually asked and took with you to concerts. But in that split of a moment you didn't give a shit about asking her to go with you, going with your ex sounded way better. "It - it's tomorrow already. Wait, hold on. How'd you even know that I'd be back by then?"

"Oh yeah about that.. I might have talked with Josh." She smiled sheepishly. Josh was a mutual friend but also your co-worker. But you'd never have thought that Josh would talk about your (early) return. Especially since you told him you wanted to surprise everyone. "Are you lovebirds actually coming in or stay in the doorway all night?" Alexei teased you both, you didn't how how to feel about that. You were still together with his daughter and him teasing or shipping you with your ex was beyond something you thought you'd experience. The frown on Natasha face was something you didn't miss and you actually had to bite your tongue before saying something you'd regret. To your luck, because you knew biting your tongue wouldn't help for long, your lover pipped in. "They are ex-girlfriends and not lovebirds." She stated hard. Her father continued to reason with his daughter. "Doesn't have to mean anything Tasha bear. How often did your mother and I break up and got back together hmm?"

You ignored their conversation once again, turning to the red head that stood still in the doorway you told her to wait for you. "Let me switch pants and then we go get a drink somewhere yeah? That way we can catch up and they can continue having family time uninterrupted." Natasha wanted to interject, deny you going out with Wanda when she desperately wanted to explain herself but she feared that stopping you would dig her grave with you only deeper so she let you go. When you were about to leave, Yelena and Alexei teased you both a last time. You felt a bit bad for Natasha but it all were also a part of consequences of her actions. "Don't come home too late." Was the only thing she told you. You still heard Yelena's such a mom and Alexei's don't be a cockblocker Natasha through the door.

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You were passed out in Wanda's arms as she carried you bridal style towards your apartment. It wasn't planned that you drank this much alcohol, but once you got a taste of it you just couldn't stop, it numbed your feelings and problems that you badly wanted to forget. Natasha was at the door quick, relieved when she saw you in Wanda's arms, she lead you both towards your bedroom watching how your ex put you on the bed gently.

"Thank you for bringing her home." She commented. The other woman only nodded before leaving fairly quickly, not wanting to be there in case you woke up which she knew was unlikely but didn't want it risk it anyways. Hungover you was something she did not want to witness ever again.

The next morning was rather midday by the time you woke up. You walked into the bathroom first, quickly peeing and splashing some water on your face before wandering to the kitchen, there you saw Natasha sitting at her kitchen counter with a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other hand. "Morning." You hummed grumpily, acknowledging her without actually talking to her. She huffed before she tried to talk to you again. "Y/N I-" Natasha started but you cut her off immediately. "I don't wanna talk."

"But I really-" Her next attempt to talk got quickly cut off by you again. "I SAID I DONT WANT TO TALK NATASHA!" You didn't yell, you simply rose your voice a bit to get your point across. She shut up afterwards. "Gosh just give me space before you ruin my day. I still have a concert to attend to." Your words and the situation cut her deep, it hurt to know this side of you - that she was the reason for bringing this out of you and inflicting (you) pain. She never wanted any of this.

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After the incredible amazing concert you dragged Wanda into a bar to get some well deserved fries and drinks. It didn't last long until you spilled your relationship problems and some evil thoughts you had in your head. The cruelest one was to text Nat asking her if she'd give you permission to kiss another girl during Hayley's performance of Girls Like Girls. You'd never cheat but the itch to get back at her in some way for betraying you was big.

"I know you want to hurt Natasha back a bit because of what she did but is it really worth it? Wouldn't that just truly ruin your relationship?" Wanda was concerned about your state of mind and what you might would do. She knew how rash you were in doing something when you got hurt by someone close to you. "It's hardly a relationship if it's build on lies." You stated without any emotion in your voice and expression. This only showed her that her worries were valid. "Maybe she had a good reason for it." The red head tried so hard to see the positive but of course with your mood, nothing was getting to you.

"I can't think of a single good reason of why she'd lie about her parents passing. I also came up short when I thought of a reason of her hiding our relationship. Like I'd have understood if it were the same situation as it was in our relationship, when you were a baby gay with parents who oftentimes said homophobic remarks and you being afraid to come out. But her father and sister teased us lovebirds and it seemed very genuine, they weren't homophobic." At the mention of Wanda's past, she felt the need to voice her thoughts. "I still feel like they stopped with the remarks after catching Pietro watching gay porn." You gave her a tiny sad smile. "Well either way, at least you had the decency to tell your family that we were not only very good but also very close friends. I'm just a roommate to them."

"I'm sorry." She said it genuine, without any pity or whatsoever. You nodded but also sighed at her apology. "Not your fault Wanda. Don't apologize for something that's out of reach." It was quiet between the two of you for a long moment, eating and drinking to make it less awkward before you asked her if you could crash at her place. "Of course, you're always welcome." Later, right before you went to sleep, you texted your girlfriend that you'd stay at Wanda's for the night.

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When you got home the next day, Natasha was nowhere to be found, it gave you enough time to ponder if you should simply break up with her and get all your things with you, it would have been a coward move on your part and you were already cowardly enough by staging away from her the night before. You quickly changed into a new set of clothes the grabbing your headphones and went into the kitchen, getting out ingredients from the cabinets to bake something, you still needed to distract yourself before facing Natasha.

The second she entered the apartment and heard movements she knew were only yours, she stopped dead in her tracks as she wasn't expecting you to the apartment yet. She thought that you were staying at Wanda's for a while longer but since you weren't she took the chance to finally talk to you and explain herself. You were startled by the tap on your shoulder, you hadn't heard her come back with the headphones on yours ears blasting angry rock-metal music. Pausing the music and taking the headphones from your ears, you turned around to face Natasha, she had messy hair with dark circles and bags underneath her eyes. It told you that she had a sleepless night.

"I don't want to talk." You told her simply because it irritated you that she disrupted your baking time. She groaned in frustration. "But I need to talk. Y/N I want to fix my mistakes, I want to fix us." She was desperate, you heard it in her voice, but that still didn't change your mind. "Maybe the magnitude of your mistakes are too big to fix." The words you said left her stunned. With the little courage she had left she asked you the important question. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"Not yet." It came out weak, nearly matching the weak tone of the question Natasha asked second before. A bit of relieve flooded her system but she was still tense m, fearing your answer to her next question. "What's holding you back?" You weren't sure if you wanted to let her know your reasons but you ended up opening anyways. "My gut and my trust in you."

The silence that followed was nearly deafening, the redheaded woman simply was at loss of words because it felt wrong for you to still have trust in her. "I haven't shattered your trust yet?"

"Hard to believe right? Despite all your lies I still trust you.. even if it's on a thin thread." There was another couple of minutes of silence before she finally could apologize without you cutting her off. "Then let me apologize because I really have to apologize for how the other day went down. I'm sorry for lying about my parents and that I lied to them about our relationship. I didn't mean to hurt you but I did and now I have to own it up." She started before moving to sit down on a chair. "It's true that my parents died at a young age. Who you saw was my foster family, we didn't always get along which resulted in me distancing myself from them for a decade. It wasn't until we were a year deep into a relationship that we started to have contact again."

"But why lie to them about us? Your father and sister seemed pretty open about homosexuals." You asked, still confused about certain things that needed to be cleared up.

"My plan was to ease them in telling how I'm not only queer but more so a lesbian. Last time I really knew them they were homophobic so I was surprised by their remarks. I hadn't met them in person for so long, I guess they changed a lot during that time." You took your hands in hers. It was a small gesture of you supporting her in quietness. "I'm sorry detka. I should have told you a long time ago about my foster family. And also that I told them you were my roommate."

"I just don't get it. Why tell them we're roommates and not friends?" It was the question that plagued your mind. She bit her lips then shaking her head and looking everywhere but at you. "It wouldn't have been believable. I always ruined all my friendships." You squeezed her hands in hope she'd look at you again and she did even if it was only for a few seconds. "Is there anything else you lied about?"

Her eyes rose to yours, this time you could see her bare soul laying out for you. She removed her hands from yours before answered honest. "Uhh.. my job?" It was barely a second that passed by before you shrieked out her full name. "Natalia Alianovna Romanova!" She squeezed her eyes shut as her name fell from your lips like you called her satan, then she fumbled with her hands until they found yours again. With an honest look in her eyes she apologizes again. "Y/N I'm really sorry okay."

"Sorry doesn't make it better! Natasha you do realize how fucked up this is right? Especially because we talk about work at dinner every other day. Gosh." You felt sick to your stomach when you thought back at the countless of conversations you had. "If-if you're not a secretary then what exactly do you do?"

"I'm actually a SHIELD agent." She leaned closer to you when she noticed your lack of response. When you did reply it made Natasha even more nervous, anxious even, she feared that you decide to break up with her right then and there. "A SHIELD agent?" You repeated calmly, a bit too calm for your girlfriend's liking, a calm person is always one to fear during a fight, they most likely are already done with everything. "A SHIELD agent." Natasha confirmed.

"Were you going to tell me?"

"At some point." You nodded then removed your hands from hers all while you were telling her you needed to go back to baking, you turned around finished your cupcakes. Natasha stood there awkwardly, not knowing what else to tell you or where to go. When the first batch of cupcakes were done you held one in between your fingers, you walked straight up to the redhead with no expression on your face, her heart pounded so wildly that it felt like she was going to die. "As much as I hate you right now, I'm still completely and utterly in love with you." You offered her the cupcake that she gladly accepted with a small smile. "I might be an idiot for even attempting to forgive you but I can honestly see us having a great and long future together."

"I want that. The long and great future with you, I mean." She looked down and smiled shyly

"Good. But it can only happen if you won't lie to me anymore Nat. I'd rather be hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie."

"Okay."

"Okay?" She nodded. "Good. Now come here and give me a kiss."

"Can I eat my cupcake first?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes. You shook your heard, told her 'no' before you grabbed her head and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

[putellas14]

Home for the Holidays (Alexia Putellas x Reader ficlet)

18. "cancelling all other plans so they can spend the entire holidays together."

Hope you don't hate me for being a few weeks late. This one's not the best but covid really took me out. Merry Christmas, dear friends. I hope 2024 is full of magic for you all.

"Are you excited to go visit your family for Christmas?" Lola asked you at the end of the last training before Christmas. This was your third year in Madrid and every Christmas, you left Spain to visit your family in Denmark. You usually looked forward to the time with them since you didn't get to go home often.

"Yeah!" you lied. "We're going to make cookies like we do every year and I've been on a crafting kick, so I made a bunch of pinterest-y crafts to give them." You hadn't told anyone but you were dreading going home this year. Not because you didn't love your family but because you didn't want to leave Alexia alone. Her mom and sister had gone on a vacation for a week to Japan and due to a volcanic eruption, they had gotten stuck there. So far, there was no news on whether they'd make it back this weekend for Christmas.

Not that anyone knew you and Alexia were dating. That you wanted to throw your traditions to the wind and start building new ones with Alexia.

"When do you leave?"

"In the morning. I have the first flight out at 6am."

"That's too early," Lola said, fake shuddering. "Merry Christmas, Y/N," she said, picking up her bags. "I hope you have a great time."

"Thanks, Lol. Merry Christmas." You smiled warmly at her as she walked away. You finished packing your bag and walked out to the parking lot. On the drive back to your apartment, you  tried calling Alexia. They had finished training  for two weeks yesterday and had a team Christmas party tonight. It surprised you to get her voicemail. Hanging up, you sighed, hoping she was alright. She loved Christmas normally and you knew it was incredibly hard for her to be without her family.

Once you were home, you turned on all the Christmas lights you'd put up. Bright colors and twinkly white lights illuminated your home, bringing a huge smile to your face. The Christmas tree in the corner was filled with the ugliest ornaments you could find. Garlands and tinsel were hung over every window. The older you got, the more time you spent away from home, the more you reveled in tacky Christmas décor.

An hour later, you were curled on the couch with a large bowl of soup, a cheesy Christmas movie on the television, and your puppy sprawled out next to you on the couch. As the couple on the screen slowly fell in love, your mind drifted to the woman you loved. And you started to plan. There was no way you could leave her alone at Christmastime. The thought of her alone dampened all your Christmas spirit.

The next morning, you packed up your bags and the puppy and made your way to the train station. When you should have been touching down in Copenhagen, you were stepping off the train in Barcelona. Although Zazu had only been to Barcelona once, he led you right to her apartment, tugging you along behind, anxious to see Alexia. You had a key to her apartment but this surprise felt worth knocking and waiting for her to open the door, so you kept it tucked away in the side pocket of your backpack.

She answered, a hoodie pulled down over her forehead, hair that had escaped her bun poking out around her face. The initial frown she had at being awoken broke into a smile and then tears.

"Oh, honey." You stepped into her and wrapped your arms tight around her. She burrowed her head into your shoulder, making her hood fall off. Zazu jumped onto both of your legs, barking in excitement.

"I needed you. And here you are," she whispered.

You brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. "Come on. I'll make you some breakfast."

She hugged you from behind while you made food for both of you. Her arms tightened when you started pulling plates out of the cabinet. All you could do was giggle. Hungover Alexia was always so cuddly. Sad Ale was clingy. This Alexia was a combination of both of them.

“Are you going to let me go so we can sit at the table or do you want to sit on the couch?”

“Couch,” she mumbled.

"Carry this for me," you said, handing her one of the plates. You picked up the empty plate and took her free hand in yours for the short walk to the couch. Zazu had made himself comfortable on one end. His tail wagged excitedly when you walked closer to him. Skirting the coffee table, you put your plate down and then took Alexia's to set down. Sitting, you pulled her down next to you, letting your thigh rest against hers. Picking up her plate, you handed it to her. "Here you go, babe," you said gently.

You ate in silence, enjoying each other's presence after all these weeks apart. After breakfast, you both took a lazy shower. You washed her hair for her and let your hands wander. She told you she was beginning to feel half human by the time you got dressed. She asked to go for a walk with Zazu and you gladly agreed. After sitting on the train all morning, you needed some fresh air and exercise.

As you walked down the street towards Alexia's favorite coffee shop, you looped your arm through hers. Barcelona at Christmastime was a magic and you felt like you were walking in a dream. Zazu tugged excitedly at the leash even though he didn’t know where you were going. Multiple times, Alexia had to tug the leash to bring him back to the correct direction.

You took your coffees to the park, so Zazu could run freely for a bit. You cuddled up next to Alexia on the bench. The wind had picked up and you hadn't worn enough layers. She took her hat off and pulled it down over your ears.

"Thank you." You'd also made the mistake of getting an iced coffee. But when he said their special was an iced cardamom lavender latte, you couldn't resist it. It was also so good that you couldn't stop drinking it, despite how cold you were.

"So, what time do you leave for home?" she asked suddenly.

"I have a flight this evening." You traced small patterns on her arm.

"Today?" she asked sadly. "That's so soon."

"I know. I know. My mom was very annoyed that I pushed it even that long."

"Well, I'm really glad you were able to make this pitstop." She kissed your cheek, letting her lips linger a second longer than she should have in public. "I hated the idea of being alone."

"I hated the idea of you being alone too. Which is why I booked two tickets from here to Copenhagen. If I have to go home, you're coming with me."

"What?" she asked, sitting back in shock.

"Come with me," you said, taking her hand in yours. "I want to show you my life in Copenhagen. I want to wake up with you on Christmas morning."

"You're adorable." Throwing her arms around, she pulled you close. "Merry Christmas, Y/N."

"Merry Christmas, Ale." Before putting your arms around her, you let your fingers dance over the little velvet box in your pocket. Christmas in Copenhagen wasn't the only surprise waiting for Alexia this year.

[a-soft-hornytiny]

Loved.

Summary: They don’t love me as much as I love them was what you thought while leaving for the better. And it was too late when they realized how important you are to them.

Word count: 1.5k+

Genre: Angst

Pairing: poly!ateez x neutral!reader

Warnings: neglect (be careful while reading) let me know if i missed something.

Notes: this is an anon request, thanks for requesting. It reminded me of the reaction i did to you distancing yourself hehe i rarely write angst and im not sure how happy i am with it but I hope it’s to your liking! 

Part 2 is up!

Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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Where did it go wrong? You thought while frantically packing your things. You had spent hours and hours to find what you did to deserve this but you couldn’t find anything. Nothing pointed towards you doing something wrong but nonetheless you were here, aggressively stuffing your things into a bag while tears were streaming down your face. 

It had started about a month ago. You should’ve been suspicious when they started coming home even later than usual, some of them not at all. Always telling you that there was a meeting at work and that they had already eaten, leaving you to sit at the dining table alone. In the beginning you had still waited for them, hoping every day that at least one of them would be there and have dinner with you but it was always the same.

“Sorry.” “The boss invited us for dinner.” “I’m so tired I need to go to sleep.” “We had take out at work.” 

It left you confused. There was a time where they fought about who can sit next to you during the meals but now it seemed like they didn’t care anymore. You had only realised what exactly was happening when you saw a picture on Wooyoung phone. A picture of them with one of their colleagues. A beautiful woman with a bright smile, surrounded by your boyfriends. 

Jealousy had immediately risen inside of you but you didn’t say anything. It was not like they weren’t allowed to spend time with other people. Instead, you let your doubts eat you from the inside. Did they eat with her every day? Was she the reason they stayed at work longer than they would normally? Was she better than you? 

The worst part was that they didn’t notice. They didn’t notice how you felt and that you were distancing yourself. You would’ve thought that at least one of them cares. But all they cared about was being with that woman. 

What hurt you the most was that they didn’t tell you about her. If they had been honest with you, you wouldn’t have created all these scenarios in your head. But they lied to you. 

“Yeosang?” You tried to get his attention by tapping his shoulder. It was rare that all eight of them were at home. You wanted to talk about it. Voice your anxious thoughts. Letting them go. “Who is that woman you all have been hanging around?” You asked him because you knew he would be honest with you. The room instantly became silent.

“Oh? Do you mean Haeun? She works with us.” Yeosang answered, not giving you a lot of information. “Why do you ask?” 

You didn’t know what to say. “I-.. I’m just curious.” You stuttered, looking down at your feet. 

“She is really fun to be around! Recently she even invited us for dinner and paid.” San said excitedly. His words stabbed right into your heart. This was worse than you expected.

They weren’t cheating on you. You somehow could feel that. It was worse. They hadn’t been doing anything with a bad intention. They simply enjoyed spending time with her. 

They took you for granted. 

From that conversation on you decided not to chase after them anymore. You didn’t wait until they came home to eat dinner. You didn’t ask them how their day was. The few messages that you got during the day, you ignored. If they wanted to tell you something they could tell you in person. 

Your boyfriends on the other side didn’t realize how much time they were spending with Haeun. And how less they were spending time with you. 

The first one to notice that something was weird about you was Mingi. He had always left you a message during the day. Sometimes about work, what they ate for lunch or when they would be coming home. And normally you would respond relatively quickly. But you didn’t answer at all.

He sat in his practice room, eyes glued on his phone. Read two hours ago. It said on his screen. Mingi had voiced his concerns to the others but they disagreed saying that you didn’t behave differently. But he missed you. He wanted to eat dinner with you. Yes, Haeun was fun and when she first got introduced to the team, it was exciting to meet someone new. But he missed the familiarity. It had always been important to Mingi that he was not taken for granted and now he was afraid that they had done exactly that to you. 

But he didn’t act on his feelings. He didn’t want to cause drama where there was none.

The second one to miss you was Jongho. “Y/n what do you…” He wanted to ask you for your opinion on his singing when he turned around and faced an empty room. Right, Y/n isn’t here. He reminded himself, immediately feeling a sting in his heart. Every Tuesday you would follow him to practice and listen to him sing. But as soon as he thought about it he realized that you hadn’t been there in multiple weeks. Jongho instantly remembered Mingi’s concerns and decided to go look for him.

When they finally opened up about their feelings and what they had been observing, Mingi and Jongho went to tell the others. 

Before they could even finish what they were trying to say, Seonghwa tried to call you. He was blaming himself for not giving you the attention you deserved. He wanted to beat himself up. It was so clear now that Mingi and Jongho had mentioned it.

How could they neglect you like this and not even notice? 

And that was the same question you asked yourself as you zipped up your bag. Just as you wanted to put your phone into your pocket, it started ringing. It was Seonghwa. You took a deep breath as you declined the call and left the apartment.

You didn’t know for how long or how far but you needed to get away. Right after getting into the taxi you had ordered, you turned off your phone indefinitely.

“Y/n isn’t answering.” Seonghwa announced, his voice shaking. 

“Get in the car. I’m driving us home.” Yunho said, leaving the room with big steps. The others following him. Yunho’s mind was racing. He wanted to stay calm. He needed to stay calm. He had to be strong. It didn’t matter how he felt, all he wanted was to see your face and make sure everything is fine. It was all just imagination. You will be waiting at home. He tried to tell himself while he was getting into the car. 

Hongjoong was trying to remember any signs of you changing while he was squeezing himself into the car. He had never been home as much as the others so it wasn’t strange for him to eat alone or to sneak into the bedroom without waking anyone up. But something had been strange. This morning, when he came out of the bathroom, he caught you staring at him. And he could swear you had tears in your eyes. But since you didn’t say anything he had assumed you were fine. This damn assumption.

When they finally arrived at their apartment, San immediately jumped out of the car and ran to the door.

“Y/n? Y/n!” He called you before he even entered the building. Wooyoung and Yeosang were right behind him. After finally opening the door they stormed in searching for you in their home. The rest followed them slowly, scared to not find you. 

It wasn’t until he heard a sob that Wooyoung slowed down. A sob? He made his way over to your room, gently pushing the door open. His eyes widened as he saw San kneeling in front of your bed, a note in his hands and his face buried in your sheets. 

“Sannie?” Wooyoung slowly walked closer to his loved one. “Y/n…” San sobbed, not able to form a sentence. “What is it Sannie?” Wooyoung kneeled down next to him, softly taking the note from his hands. As he started reading, tears formed in his eyes. 

And that was when the others finally found them. They looked at Wooyoung, hope and pain in their eyes at the same time as he slowly shook his head. Yeosang’s legs gave in as he saw the expression on Wooyoung’s face. You were gone. No no no that’s impossible he thought, staring to the ceiling with a blank face. You couldn’t leave them.

Still not wanting to believe what was happening, Yunho harshly snapped the note out of Wooyoung’s hand. 

I am going on a trip. Don’t text or call me, I need time to think. I hope you understand. I loved you so much.

His head went numb.

Loved. 

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[gavi4me]

No Nut November Pt.2

Word count - 2.6k+

Warnings - bj, p in v, cursing, (lmk if more)

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The day of the 30th, Pablo had a match. Not just any match. An El Classico. You knew Pablo had been quite anxious about this match, staying longer at practices to workout and improve on skills. It was better than coming home to a stunning girl who he couldn’t touch. Most days, he wouldn’t come home till late, even though that day was only a morning practice. It often left you to eat dinner alone and put yourself to sleep. You knew how much this Classico meant for him, it being the last of 2023 and him wanting to end November in a high.

You woke up, bright early, the sun shining down on you as you heard the shower running. You stretched out your arms before checking your phone to check the time. It was 6:52. Since it was game day, Pablo woke up at 6 45 to get ready and get everything ready before heading to the stadium to meet up with the team. You got up and slipped on your slippers, walking over to the bathroom, where the shower sounds were coming from. You opened the door slyly, peeking your head through to see Pablo’s naked back facing you. You bit your lip at the thought of seeing him like this and still not being allowed to cure the wetness in between your folds. You closed the door as you entered the bathroom tiptoeing before stripping off your clothes, leaving you in only your underwear before opening the shower door and hugging his torso. He jumped up in fright before turning around to see your devilish smile staring up at him.

“Jesus y/k.” He grabbed his chest. “At this early in the morning you still know how to get to me..” he said while rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

“I thought I’d surprise you before your game bebé..” you said giving his a spin in your tight underwear.

“Give me another spin will you..” he said, biting his lip. You turned around once more. Keeping your back facing him for a few seconds before turning back to face him.

“If you don’t leave this shower, I might not be able to last the few hours we have left ” He said, picking you up by the waist and walking you out of the shower, feet still wet and throwing you onto the bed before running to the bathroom and locking the door behind him. You sat on the bed defeated. You went down to the kitchen, still naked to make breakfast before going to the living room and picking out a show to watch.

About an hour later, Pablo came downstairs with dry hair, training kit, and bag all ready for the game. You had prepared him a bagel and coffee so he could have a quick bite before leaving.

“Pedri’s here bebé!” he yelled from the kitchen. “Come here to give me a kiss!!”

You walked over to the door, ass bouncing with every step and tea in one hand. When Pablo looked up, he was met by the gaze of your naked self, standing in only underwear, the one you had been wearing before. You walked closer to him giving him a hug, making sure your nipples grazed his shirt.

“I’m gonna miss you amor..” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull yourself up. Pablo chuckled a little bit before dropping you, pecking your lips once and yelling out a quick “I love you” and was off to his game. You were confused as to why he left so quickly and hadn’t responded to what you said. You went upstairs to your closet, going through the many lingeries Pablo had bought for you in the past. You picked up a white set and changed quickly before snapping a photo in mirror. Without another thought, you sent it to Pablo and turned off your phone.

Pablo was still in the car with pedri when the message went through. Pedri saw Pablo shift in his seat and asked him what was wrong. Pablo closed your message quickly and turned to look at the confused boy.

“Oh nothing” Pablo lied, shutting his phone of completely and looking out the window.

You stared at the ‘read’ that appeared on your screen. The ‘…’ signifying he was typing never showed up. You threw your phone down and fell back onto the bed.

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You found your seat in the vip and took a seat. Pablo had been warming up and caught your eye. He gave you a little wink before carrying on with his kick ups. The game went well in the first half, 2 - 1 to Barca and no major fights breaking out. The second half went even better - 3-1 to Barca and vinicus jr got a red card for pulling Araujo’s shirt and injuring Lewy. You waited for gavi outside of the locker room and he ran to you when he was finally released.

“BEBÉ!!” He screamed, picking you up so your legs wrapped around his waist and he bounced you up and down as everyone was cheering with their loved one/family and speakers played music in the back.

“Hmmmm looks like my campeón is getting a reward tonight” you whispered in his ear as he held you still, still in his arms.

“Even if we didn’t win I would still bend you over..” he whispered back. You began giggling and Pablo smiled at you, kissing your lips before placing you down and saying bye to everyone.

“Pablo, Hermano. Aren’t you gonna come celebrate with us?” Lamine asked. The poor kid had no clue of what NNN was. Pedri nudged the oblivious boy forcing him to ask what. Pedri whispered something into his ear, causing lamine to slap a hand to his mouth, staring at the two of you before walking back into the changing room. Everyone burst out laughing before you two headed home. The drive home was a quiet, comfortable silence. Pablo’s hand was rubbing little circles on your thigh and you were holding it there with yours.

As soon as the front door closed, hands were on you and you were pushed against a wall. Pablo’s lips attacked yours as you moved a hand into his short, wavy hair. He picked you up, taking the two of you to the bedroom.

Before he could drop you onto the bed, you slid out of his arms and pushed him down instead. He tilted his head up to look at you with a questioning face.

“You’re a campeón. Lemme treat you” you winked before pulling your jeans fully off. You walked towards him, climbing on top as you rested your core on his stomach and began rocking yourself back and fourth. You bent over to begin kissing his chest, leaving a few hickeys here and there before sitting up to hover above him on your knees. You turned around, bending down so your head was dug deep into the comforter while your core was facing him. You began rubbing your clit through you minuscule thong before moving it to the side and licking two fingers, moving a hand up to play with your folds - a wet noise coming out of it. You lifted your head up to kiss his foot as you finally stuck a finger in. Gavi simultaneously gripping and squeezing your ass and watching in awe. You worked your second finger into your lips and began full on finger fucking yourself right in front of Pablo’s eyes. “F..fuck baby.” Pablo groaned as his name gleamed on your back under the hallway lights, turning him on even more. “Who are you thinking of while you fuck your tight little pussy?”. You curled your fingers, whimpering in response. “Y..you Pablo.”. His lips formed into a cocky smirk. “What am I doing to you in that tiny little head of yours.” He asked, giving your ass a harsh smack before soothing the spot that had turned red. “I..I’m o..on to..top of y..you and riding yo..your bi- IYE” you moaned as you hit your g spot. “..cock” you finished. Gavi held your wrist in place to cease any further movement before finally pulling your fingers out and sucking them dry. “You’re still the campeon.” You frowned. “Lemme treat you.” You repeated. Gavi laid back down as you went back to your original position - on your knees above him. You started with his shirt - pulling it off completely before moving onto his pants. You started from his pecks, kissing all the way down until you reached his boxers. You pulled those off as you sucked hickeys onto his abdomen. You looked up at him as you took his shaft into your hand and toyed with the tip, his breathing growing increasingly faster. “C..can I suck it…?” You whispered in a quiet voice. Pablo nodded his head eagerly, desperate for any sort of pleasure that was created by you. You gave it a few tugs before fully sinking your mouth in. You closed your eyes and hollowed your cheeks and swirling your tongue around his base before beginning to move. You bobbed your head up and down at a fast and rapid pace as you reached beneath the jersey you still on and unclipped your bra, it promptly dropping onto Gavi’s leg. You began to toy and pull at your nipples as you held your head deep down Pablo’s cock, moaning in the process.

Gavi meanwhile was a mess of a man. His head was thrown back, deep into the pillow. His hair was messy from him you ruffling it. Beads of sweat formed all along his forehead and his hands became shaky. You took him out of your mouth to tell him to use you. To do anything he wanted because it was like the kid had forgotten about his ‘Dom male’ persona whilst in bed. You gathered a bit of spit to lubricate him even more before taking his tip to in between your lips, not going any farther. A groan slipped from Pablo’s lips when he realized you weren’t going to budge, taking matters into his own hands and thrusting into your mouth once. His hand found the back of your head and bobbed your head up and down over and over again until his cum shot down your throat. He held you down for a second more before releasing you. You crawled over to lay next to him on your side before sticking you tongue out to show him you had indeed swallowed. He raised his thumb to wipe the remaining substance and gave you the signal to lick it up before kissing you hard and bringing you to sit in his lap.

Gavi slid his tongue into your lips, tasting himself from your tongue and smiling before pulling away and prompting you on your knees. You made a move to take the jersey off but gavi slapped your hand away and told you to keep it on. You grabbed his cock and brought it up to your lips where you finally sunk in. You both gasped in harmony before you began bouncing. You leaned forward and began to cage him in between your arms, leaving open mouth kisses all along his shoulders to try muffling the moans that successfully escaped your lips. Gavi moved him hands from your ass to your back to hug you and hold you into his chest before beginning to take control and thrust up into you. Your arms finally gave out and went to underneath Gavi’s back, caressing the muscle there. “P..Pablo..” you whimpered as he began pounding into you, balls deep inside. “I love it when you say my name..”. His hips sped up and you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten, causing you to scream in pleasure. “I..I need it P..Pablo,” you whined, “po..por favor”. A few tear drops left your eye. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. “What do you need, bebé?” He asked in a soft voice, slowing down his hips to talk to you. “I..I need to c…cum” you sobbed out. “You’ve been such a good girl today.” He said while wiping a tear from your eye and began moving his hips at the same fast pace he had earlier. His tip found that special spot inside you once again and began to abuse your cervix with how deep he was hitting. You screamed as the tight feeling returned to your stomach and you felt gavi twitch. “Cum for me” he whispered before you finally released the knot and came all around his member. A second later Gavi finished as well inside of you. His seed began dripping once he pulled out after a few minutes of you cockwarming him.

Gavi flipped you over so you were on your back and pulled you to the middle of the bed. You smiled though still recovering from your last high. You pushed your tits together and began massaging them before you felt him enter once again. You closed your eyes tight, causing for little wrinkles to appear on your nose and your mouth became agape. Gavi caged you under him, kissing your forehead once before moving his head a bit down to be at eye level with you. “Open your eyes pretty girl.” He purred. “I want you to look at me as I fuck this tight little pussy.”. You opened your eyes and tilted your head down to where all the action was happening and bit your lip. You looked Pablo in the eyes and noticed every little detail and motion of his features. From his nose flaring to the little beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He stopped for a second to grab your legs and pull them over your shoulders to reach even deeper. You felt your stomach begin to tighten signaling you were close. As you released it you kissed him on the lips and bit his bottom lip before letting your tongue explore his mouth. Gavi sped up, now chasing his own high and finished a minute after you.

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“You can take it.” Pablo spat. “Come on I’m s..so close. You’re doing so g..good.”. You were nearing your 5th and final orgasm in the shower. You gripped the railing you been bent against and was practically the only thing holding you up from how deep he was pounding into you. Gavi pulled you buy your hair to his chest allowing for you to wrap your arms around his neck and for him to reach deeper at the new found angle. You screamed as you felt him hitting your g spot over and over again with the mixture of him rubbing your clit. Before he could cum, he dropped you back down on too the bar and came all over your back in thick ropes. He entered your hole again, slapping your ass twice before you finally finished. You stayed bent over for another minute to catch your breath before gavi picked you up to go under the stream to clean you up.

As you two got settled under the covers of your bed, Gavi pulled you over to lay on his chest allowing for you to cuddle in deeper and be more connected.

No nut November is hard, but it’s all worth it at the end.

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That took forever but it was worth it!!! Also guess whose birthday it is 😍😍

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simp4thena : So I was wondering what would Alcina do if she found out that Y/n cracked someone’s skull open with a rusty pipe because said person was flirting with Alcina while she and y/n were in the village with the girls running small errands?

Omg yes! Let’s get into it!

Alcina Y/N and the Dimi sisters: *Running errands in the village*

Alcina: *Looking at a list of things she needs* Okay, I need to run over to Duke’s to get something.

Alcina: *Whispers to Bela* It’s a present for Y/N’s birthday. Will you watch them? *Hands her the kiddie leash Y/N is currently tugging against like a wild animal*

Bela: *Internally groans, puts on a fake smile to please Alcina* Of course, Mother!

Alcina: Thank you, dear. *Pats her head* Alright, everyone. Bela is in charge. I want you to listen to her, understand?

Y/N Dani and Cass: *Varying degrees of indifference, nod their heads*

Alcina: Good! I’ll be back soon, my loves! *Leaves*

Bela: First order of business! Cass, you hold Y/N’s leash. I don’t want to and you’re stronger. *Shoves the leash into Cass’s hand*

Y/N: *Darting at everything that interests them like a lizard or a bird*

Cass: *Rolls her eyes, yanking Y/N along as they start walking* I want a coffee or something. I had a long night of torturing maidens.

A/N: Imagine if they had a Starbucks in this shitty village XD

Dani: Ooh! I want a cake pop! Bela, Y/N? Do you want something?

Y/N: *Turns around, very excited, hopping up and down* COFFEE!

The Dimi sisters: NO!

Bela: You’re hyped up enough as is. Maybe we’ll get you a puppaccino or something.

Y/N: *Grumbles, lies flat on the ground and pouts*

Cass: *Continues to pull Y/N along, dragging them on their back*

A few minutes later

The Dimi sisters: *Sitting on a bench and having coffee and pastries*

Y/N: *Lying at their feet like a dog, happily enjoying their puppaccino*

Alcina: *Comes up, clearly annoyed about something* I hate every single manthing in existence.

Dani: *Takes a big slurp of her latte, has a foam mustache* What happened, Mother?

Alcina: *Takes a handkerchief and wipes Dani’s face* Nothing major, darling. Some idiot kept trying to flirt with me. I flashed my claws and he got the message, though.

Y/N: *Pissed, bolts off running, snaps the kiddie leash*

Villagers: *Panicking and fleeing as Y/N runs around on all fours like a dog and fucking barks at people*

Cass: … Dammit! I knew I should’ve brought Y/N’s muzzle! I hope they don’t bite anybody… *Thinking* But it would be pretty funny.

Alcina: *Stares off in the direction Y/N went, throws up her hands* Well, we tried. It’s their problem now. Come along, girls. *Ushers the Dimi sisters home*

A few hours later

Y/N: *Comes back to the castle, anxious, trying to act like nothing bad happened* Babe! I’m home!

Alcina: *Comes in* Draga! Where have you been?!

Y/N: *Chuckles nervously* Oh, you know. Just… Hanging out… Nothing to worry about!

Alcina: *Knows Y/N’s hiding something* Draga. What did you do?

Y/N: *Sweating* What?! I didn’t do anything! And, even if I did, which is completely ridiculous by the way, it wouldn’t even be that bad!

Miranda: *Knocks at the door, shouts out* Alcina! I need to have a word with you!

Y/N: *Squeaks and runs away*

Alcina: *Rolls her eyes, answers the door* Hello, Mother Miranda. What seems to be the trouble?

Miranda: Your stupid spouse just cracked a man’s head open with a rusty pipe! He’ll be okay, thank goodness, but I told you to keep Y/N on a leash. They’re a menace to society! *Shows Alcina a picture of the man’s injuries*

Alcina: *Recognizes the man in the photo as the one who flirted with her, chokes back a laugh*

Miranda: What?! You think this is funny?!

Alcina: *Clears her throat* Of course not, Mother Miranda. I’ll give Y/N a stern lecture. Thank you for notifying me of this.

Miranda: That’s better. Thank you! *Leaves*

Alcina: *Calls Y/N in* Draga! Come here!

Y/N: *Walks in guiltily* I’m sorry, Alci! He just pissed me off and I-

Alcina: *Kisses them on the lips* My hero. *Pinches their cheek*

Y/N: *Completely confused* Wow! If this is my reward for committing a crime, I should do it more often!

Dani: *Walks by just then* I mean, you should do it for the feeling of childlike joy that fills your heart, but I see what you’re saying.

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[goddessofmischief]

      AUGUST (SHANKS X READER)

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read, and please leave a comment when you've finished!

It took six weeks and a shipwreck to get you into the arms of the man that you loved, and you didn't regret a thing.

Little known pirate fact: the Oro Jackson's final resting place is a little island in the murkier side of the East Blue, far from pirates or Marines or anything at all. Here it lies to this day.

It arrived at this spot on a fated morning on an afternoon in August, when you, Shanks and Buggy were embroiled in the most terrible of arguments.

The tension had not dissipated from the days earlier, when Shanks had unceremoniously declared himself Captain, and Buggy was comfortable voicing his feelings - almost all of his feelings - out in the open now.

Starting with this one.

"We're not moving fast enough," Buggy complained. He had this particular feeling a lot.

"The ship can only go so fast. You know that," Shanks chided, jokingly. "...You've been on it for years."

"You know that's not what I mean. The One Piece is out there and we're supposed to be trying to claim it - now everyone's trying to claim it, aren't they? - but we're still wandering."

"We're preparing for the journey!"

"Oh, sure, like we really need all these maps. The only one that we really need is the map to the Grand Line, and we haven't even gotten it yet."

Shanks had been dispatching the two of you out for maps for the past few months, and many of your efforts had ended unsuccessfully. Buggy was beginning to tire of it.

"We're doing the best we can, Bugs, you know that," you tried, and Buggy cut you off.

"'You know that,'" Buggy imitated, and you and Shanks blinked at him with wide, vacuous eyes. "You two are even beginning to sound like each other, you know that? What, do you two get off on bullying me?"

"Yes," said Shanks, at the same time you said "No, of course not."

"No, of course not," Shanks amended, all too late.

"Fine," Buggy snapped, grabbing his satchel.

"Hey, where're you going-"

"You're not threatening to leave again, are you?"

"No, idiots! I'm going down to the port for a drink. Don't join."

You and Shanks sighed, exchanging weary looks with each other as Buggy departed the ship.

"So... what do you wanna do while we wait?"

...

"Careful," you warned idly, watching Shanks jerk the captain's wheel from one side to the next.

"Sorry, I'm just - I'm still getting the hang of this, I'm not used to steering-"

"It's alright," you assured him. "We're all learning things."

He had promised you there was an especially appealing island close by - something he'd discovered on his own and was anxious to share with you.

"Maybe you could let me try-"

"It's fine, I got it-"

"Shanks, let me steer-"

"I can do it-"

"What are you trying to prove?!"

"Nothing!"

The ship found that island, alright. It slammed right into the rocks in front of it.

"Oh, my God," you uttered, hand covering your mouth. Shanks stared ahead in total disbelief.

The ship was wrecked. You crashed. The ship was crashed. You and Shanks crashed Roger's ship. You and Shanks crashed Roger's ship. Buggy would never forgive you.

It was your fault.

It wasn't really - you would realize this, later on - but in the moment, that's how it felt.

"Shanks?" You shook him a little. He was seemingly catatonic, still staring straight ahead at the rocks.

"We..."

You nodded, grimly, trying to get him alert again.

"Come on, we're stuck. We have to figure something out."

...

Well, at least it was a nice island to be stuck in.

You and Shanks started a fire on the beach, after hours of searching and confirming there didn't seem to be anyone else on the island.

"Can't believe we wrecked it," Shanks mused. "It was the only home I've ever known."

"...Buggy's going to kill us."

Shanks glanced at you, a hint of amusement on his face.

"That's really what you're worried about?"

"Aren't you?"

"I think I'm more concerned with how we're going to get off this island. I'm beginning to realize that we can't. I guess we could try swimming out, but- no, it's too deep."

"So, we're stuck?"

Shanks confirmed your worry with a weary nod.

"We're stuck."

...

You didn't speak to each other again for another four days.

There was enough fruit on the island to live on, enough water stored on the wrecked Oro Jackson. The two of you could barely look at each other, repulsed by the shame of what you had done.

On the fifth day, you began to worry.

"Shanks?" you called out, shouting his name loud enough that he should have heard it. "Shanks, look, we better start making more permanent plans-"

He didn't respond.

"Shanks, come on, I don't wanna fight-"

You stopped dead in your tracks. Your brain couldn't handle what you had saw.

Shanks, flat on the ground under a palm tree.

You realized he must've fallen - the flares beside him indicated he was trying to call for help - your fault again, everything is awful and it's your fault, Shanks was dead and it was all your fault.

"No," you whispered, breath scarcely escaping your body. You collapsed to the ground, searching his face for signs of life, cradling his head in you hands. "Wake up, please, wake up- please, I need you to come back, I don't want to be alone-"

Shanks coughed, suddenly breathing again, and you realized with a rush of relief that he'd only been unconscious. His eyes scanned over you, a little smile teasing at the edge of his lips.

"Are you an angel? Am I in heaven?"

You cried in relief, not even having the energy to make fun of his stupid remarks.

"No, you idiot, you're here on earth with me."

Shanks noticed your hand was resting over his heart, and he brought his own hand up to meet it.

"You were crying over me?" he asked, cockily. You shook your head as the tear tracks staining your face betrayed you.

"I thought you were dead."

"I think I was."

"Did you see Roger?" you asked, almost laughing.

"I don't think I was dead long enough," he said. "I had to come back, you see. Had to be where you were."

As long as you had known Shanks, you had carried with you a indecipherable ache. It was today that the ache finally rose out of you, and today that you bent your face down far enough to connect your lips to his - on purpose, this time. He met them.

"We're still stuck on this island, you know," you murmured, finally pulling away.

His eyes sparkled.

"I'd forgotten."

...

For the next three weeks, your life was a montage of sun-drenched beaches, bare shoulders and tanned skin. Water everywhere, sand in everything. Salt air stung your tongue and infused all your kisses.

You barely felt like a pirate anymore. Life was that good. You felt more like a creature of the sea, tossed by the waves, unbothered by the silly human things that had once so concerned you - what One Piece? What Buggy? What Mihawk? You and Shanks were connected by everything, ebbing and flowing out of each other like it was the only thing that made sense.

Despite this backdrop of love, there was one thing that was clear. You were going to die. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. The water from the ship would run out, and the fruit would run out, and then there would be no more left, and you and he would merely be skeletons left scattered on the shore, then dust.

"I can't even regret it," you sighed, head on his chest. "Not with everything that's happened."

"Do you think Buggy will miss us?"

"I don't know," you said with a guilty pang. "I guess I hadn't thought of him for awhile. I wish I could let him know what became of us. Mihawk, too."

"Could you not talk about Mihawk during moments like this?"

You laughed, kissing him lightly on the nose.

"I wonder how many sunrises we have left."

"Enough," he said, and after that the talking ended.

...

Little did you know, Buggy hadn't slept for weeks.

Okay, hadn't slept was an overexaggeration - he had little winks now and then, just a few, just to keep himself alive. He'd be no good to you or Shanks dead.

He'd been to four islands by now, and had scoured every one of them. What he really couldn't understand is how the Oro Jackson could have gone anywhere unnoticed. The citizens of the island he had been on recalled it in the port, when you dropped him off, and then it vanished like a ghost. The one ship every Marine in the world was looking for, and not one person would admit to seeing it.

It was killing him.

He couldn't imagine what had happened to you - Shanks, too, but he worried more for you, mostly for the reason that he was sure you would never leave him on purpose. It was possible for Shanks to have left, but you, too? Wouldn't happen.

The thought crossed his mind, once or twice, that the two of you had gotten sick of him and run away together, but it seemed impossible after how desperately you'd tried to keep him from leaving. You wouldn't just leave him now.

Maybe you were kidnapped. Or hungry. Or cold. Or-

Wait, was that the ship?

"Buggy!" he heard a chorus of familiar voices call out, frantically waving their arms on the beach. A familiar burst of red hair was immediately apparent amongst the grains of white sand.

"What the... the hell," he muttered, rowing the small boat he'd attained to look for you beside the crashed ship. He'd never realized how absolutely massive it was until it was in pieces. Even now, weeks later, rotted wood planks scattered the shore.

"Buggy!"

He barely had a moment to climb out of the boat and throw his oars aside before you and Shanks barreled towards him at full speed, both locking him in a tight embrace.

"You saved us," you whispered, burying your face in the nape of his neck. Shanks hugged him gratefully, too. It felt good having both of you back again. For a little while, Buggy had feared he would have to walk the world alone.

"What the hell happened?"

"Crashed," you explained, your cheeks flushed from the excitement.

"Did it just... did you not see the rocks?"

You shook your head, still completely overwhelmed.

"We thought we were going to die."

"I was beginning to think you were already dead!"

"You saved us," you emphasized, salt water stinging your eyes. "I could kiss you."

Buggy's face went blank, as did yours. Clumsily, you reached over and gave him a peck on the cheek, and smiled. In one fluid motion, you pulled back, and Shanks looped his arm around your waist. You and Shanks glanced at each other, still grinning, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

That was the moment he knew something had changed. Something was different, since the last time he'd seen you.

"You guys..." he tried to put the words together. "You guys... what, uhh, what did you guys do for six weeks?"

Buggy had a few guesses.

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nova have u seen chris’s vid with uk cosmopolitan he looked so tired :( i can only imagine him going on facetime with pe!reader later that day and him falling asleep mid call and then her just letting him be. then he’d be so sorry about it the next day but ofc she wouldn’t care and when he gets home she’d just love on him and let him sleep for a week 🥺

i did, he looked so so tired, i agree :(

it went like this:

“baby, you look tired, you can just go to sleep,” she told him with a frown, watching him struggle to stay awake as he lied on bed.

“no, no,” he shook his head, “we haven’t talked at all today. come on, tell me about your day.”

she frowned, and unsurely so, she began telling him about her day. “…and dodger keeps giving me his lion plushie, i’m not so sure if there’s something wrong with it or he’s being affectionate to the baby,” she said, “and pam loves her new food.”

“she loves every food, honey,” chris tiredly chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

“i’m just thankful she’s not picky,” she said, “liz and i talked for like, 3 hours today.”

“olsen?”

“you mom.”

“okay, rude.”

“no, i literally mean your mom. i was talking with lisa,” she laughed, watching chris finally break into laughter.

“what did you talk about, baby?” he asked as the laughter died down.

“baby names mostly, i was complaining to her about you. told her about you suggesting robert and penelope, and she agreed with me.”

���she always does.”

“jealousy looks bad on you.”

“you happen to like it.”

“you’re right,” she giggled, “sometimes though. other times you go all macho on me,” she said, “anyways, my bump feels so smooth because i tried that coffee scrub we got, remember that one? it’s so moisturizing,” at that point, chris was humming, his eyes beginning to shut and she could tell, smiling as she continued to talk, knowing that in a way, it was lulling him to sleep.

“and then i went to space, with that-this potato rocket ship i made the other day. it’s, like, purple and it has rhinestones on it. but i reached space and then i remembered that i forgot to lock the doors, so i went back home, locked the doors and made sure i have pam and dodge with me, then i made it back to my rocket ship. but it was low on gas, so i had to make a quick stop in south of france to get gas,” she twirled her hair as she spoke softly, watching her husband’s mouth open slightly as he began to quietly snore, “goodnight, baby.”

the next morning, chris woke up so suddenly, eyes wide as he quickly sat up and held his phone, letting out a course of “shit, shit, shit” when he noticed it was 8 am, when it should’ve been 9 pm the day before and he was supposed to be talking to his very pregnant wife.

“i’m so—fuck, i’m so sorry, baby, i don’t know how i slept, i—”

“chris!” she shook her head, “are you apologizing for sleeping when you’re tired?”

“no, it’s not—it’s not like that. i slept when were talking,” he said, tone anxious and body stiff as he held his heavy phone.

“you were tired,” she said, “i knew that. i was only talking so much because i know it helps you sleep. but i’m worried about you, baby.”

chris stayed quiet, rubbing his forehead, “i just—just want to be home. i feel like shit.”

she hummed, urging him to talk.

“i miss you, i feel-i feel like shit being here and leaving you alone, with the baby, with dodger and pam, and i’m here. and the movie hasn’t even been doing well.”

she frowned, “everyone’s praising you.”

“it’s still not doing well.”

“and that’s not on you,” she said, “everyone’s saying that you carried the movie. they’re criticizing the russo’s and the writers, and i know it sucks because it gives you, like, a collective feedback, but there’s a bright side of it,” she assured him, “you were incredible in it. so incredible.”

“you think so?” chris sighed, a smile finally making its way to his face.

“i really do,” she confirmed, “and i know you feel like shit because you’re not here but i’m doing well,” she moved her phone up, showing him her baby bump, “and bub’s doing well.”

at that, chris grinned, “you look beautiful.”

“i’m literally just wearing your t-shirt and some adam sandler shorts.”

“yeah, and?” he raised an eyebrow, “you look so fucking hot. look at you,” he shook his head, “you make it look so easy.”

“stop iiit,” she groaned, but ended up giggling, “what are your plans for today?”

“some press. like 6 interviews or something.”

“so it’s a bit of an easy day.”

chris hummed, “what about you? what are we doing today?”

“zendaya and tom are coming over,” she said, “i’m still not so sure what i’ll cook.”

“can you, i don’t know, not cook at all?” chris asked, sighing when she gave him a look, “i know you love cooking, i know, and i fucking miss your cooking but i don’t-i don’t think i’ll ever not worry about you in the kitchen carrying our baby like that, it’s gotta at least hurt.”

“you know, my back hurts,” she began, “from carrying you and the baby on my back all the time so how about you hop off it, i can only carry so much,” she began, laughing when chris flipped her off, “stop worrying so much!”

“stop worrying so much,” he mocked her before chuckling, “never. maybe when i die, and you know what? you know what? pretty fucking sure i’ll find a way to worry about you, too.”

[whispering-coffee]

I’ve been holding this off for a while mainly cause I was afraid of doing it but I finally pulled through and now I have a story to share with ya’ll explaining what happened during my hold at the mall!

I went dressed in black leggings and a sweater, bummer that it wouldn’t show I know but i was nervous! I had drank some before leaving my house so by the time I had arrived at the mall i was already feeling the need.

To make sure I was going to suffer (I know i know im a masochist bite me) i drank an entire water bottle i brought with me in the car before actually heading into the mall. So yada yada time passes and im trying to figure out what to do at the mall and I go get myself a drink at the food court then i head off to look around the stores.

About an hour in the mall and its starting to feel pretty urgent but not bursting so i decided hey, why not play a game with myself, and got into a bathroom line. However once i actually went into a stall i just sat there fully clothed not doing anything, still holding it in then shortly after left. Trust me i was getting pretty bored here to have to do that.

I got another drink and finally after finishing it I was getting antsy, crossing my legs and shuffling my feet while i sat at a table.

HEY IF YOU’RE SKIPPING THROUGH THE POST TO FIND THE INTERESTING PARTS ITS OVER HERE

So i go back to looking around stores, feeling my bladder ache each time i take a step and now im actually like, nervous because like its dawning on me that Im really doing this in a public place. Let me say its pretty crowded, its not like the mall barely has anyone in it. So here i am standing around in the corner of a store thinking to myself if I really wanna do it, i was thinking for like a good 5-10 minutes walking back and fourth till i decided i was gonna pull through, after all i made a promise that i would post something interesting and different ;p

I leave the store and about another hour passed and im pretty desperate, like constantly moving around wanna put my hands between my legs desperate. But since it was a public place i couldnt really just do that unless i had to go REALLY bad (foreshadowing haha).

Did i mention it was really cold in the mall, only made everything worse xD

Anyways so Im pretty desperate, i take a seat at the food court again and get ONE MORE drink, and as im sipping on it im squirming in my seat cross legged, im sure anyone who’s into omo would immediately catch on if they saw me.

Just a little bit later im scrolling through my phone with my other hand on top of my lap (not between my legs just yet)

Now Im REALLY anxious because its getting to the point where I know im going to have an accident soon so i get up and just start walking around with my chest aching from nervousness. I even stared at the bathroom in contemplation before walking away.

A couple minutes of aimless walking and i end up having to sneeze.. needless to say a little bit escaped but i stopped it albeit i looked a little silly. My heart dropped during it too.

About ten or twenty so minutes and i have to go REAAALLY bad and im super anxious, i even entered a bathroom line thinking i didnt want to actually wet myself but after a couple minutes of waiting in line i felt another leak which automatically prompted a hand to crotch response, you can imagine my embarrassment.

After the leak I was honestly horrified but also having a LOT of fun, i was close to having an accident so I decided to try to find a secluded area in the mall to hang around in for when i lose control. Each step i took was agony to take but i kept movin, slightly bent over too.

Eventually i found an area where not alot of people were, there were still some but it wasnt as crowded as the other areas. It was like this dead end section with nothing of interest other than a few benches and stores.

I stayed here for about a couple minutes, mild panicking, hella anxious, and kiiiind of excited. Thats when i started losing control. I was kind of in a little corner where a protrusion of wall was blocking me but if you’d still be able to see me if you walked closer to the dead end.

It was a mix of terrified excitement when i tried to stop the flow but couldnt. The sounds of my pee hitting the floor wasnt helping. I dont think anyone actually noticed plus since I was wearing black leggings it wasnt super noticeable. I promptly rushed my way out of the mall keeping my head down leaving behind that puddle.

When i got back to my car i put out the towel i had stored in my trunk over my driver seat so i wouldnt ruin my car seats and kind of just sat in the car thinking about what happened. At the end i actually found the experience really enjoyable and might do it again ;)

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 15

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 2,1k

18+, minors do not interact

''Can we also stay in touch?'' He asked out of the blue.

''Huh?'' You were taken aback. Why did so many people want to be friends with you today? ''I mean, uh, I don't know what to say.'' You scratched your head in embarrassment and Zenitsu looked at his shoes, his cheeks bright red. ''Why would you want that? I'm a weird person, doing... weird, you know what I mean, things and you only met me like a few hours ago.''

He didn't look at you, instead he gave the sky a longing glance. You heard him inhale deeply and a wheezing sound came out as he exhaled.

''We, I mean me and my friends that you met, are also a bit weird.'' He was talking quietly. ''Maybe we don't look like that but... mmm, uh, I don't know. You just clicked.'' Zenitsu crossed his arms on his chest. ''I don't have a lot of friends and I don't want to miss the opportunity to find someone that... doesn't... make fun of... me.'' The last part was merely a whisper.

You looked at him, his stance was off, like he was trying to hide within himself. His cheeks were red, eyes averting your gaze and his breath heavy, it was obvious he was trying to keep his ventilation steady. He must have been very anxious.

''So you would want to be friends even after I tell you that I lied to Tanjiro about that exercise, that I used him to get to you just to talk to you?'' You didn't have the heart to lie to him.

''I wouldn't be brave enough to do something like that... but if I could I would do the same in your situation.'' The blonde finally looked at you and you saw no malice in his eyes.

''Wow, you're something!'' Feeling the air lighten you cracked a small smile.

Maybe keeping close to the group wouldn't be such a nuisance in the end. At least you would have an eye on them... and you could really make some new friends.

''If you'll really accept me like that, then why not. Let's give it a chance.'' You took out your hand for him. ''I'm Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.''

He shook your hand with a small smile and the two of you took off, chatting a bit before you went your way.

Little did you know that someone was watching you from the university window, wondering what the two of you could be talking about.

-

Later on you met with Shinazugawa. You came to his office and he closed the door behind you.

''And what?'' He didn't even say any 'hello'.

''I talked to him.'' You answered.

''... and?'' He was very impatient.

''And he said he won't tell anyone because it's not his business. You told me that in his opinion I don't get any university related benefits from... that, so he doesn't care what I do in my free time.''

Shinazugawa gave you a glance, leaning on the office desk. He sighed deeply, undoing yet another button of his shirt and grabbing a paper to fan himself. He obviously lost his cool here. You understanded him damn well. You could just change universities, he could lose his hard earned career.

''I will also stay in contact with these guys.'' You added after a moment of silence. ''I don't want to spy on them or anything like that, they seem cool and asked me out.''

The whitehaired gave you another, raised brow look.

''They asked you out? The only thing that you do is work and study.'' Ouch, that hurt.

''Well, yes, they did. Actually one dude asked for my phone number and the blonde one told me personally that he would like to know me.'' You started to defend your hurt ego.

You didn't know what was going on in Shinazugawa's head because he paused for a second, just looking at you. Then, he straightened out and came closer to you. His lips met your in a semi-passionate kiss. His body kept it cool, not particularly touching you but his tongue told otherwise. It was exploring your lips like the other night.

You were out of your mind, enjoying the moment way too much. He was just so absorbing, so handsome, well built and cocky. Placing your hands on his chest you felt his muscles. A moan escaped your lips and you jumped away from him in fear.

''Too loud!'' You whisper shouted, cupping your mouth.

''You idio... nevermind. The doors and walls are soundproof. Like in any other place at the university. If they weren't everyone would hear everyone else. Imagine writing a test like that.'' He said.

Oh, that makes sense.

You nodded your head feeling blood rushing to your cheeks. Once again you came out stupid in front of him.

''But I'm happy to see, you are concerned about the right things.'' Shinazugawa went back to his desk and sat on his chair motioning for you to do the same.

Taking the place in front of him, you looked him in the eye, not knowing what was going on.

''Was that a one-time thing?'' The whitehaired asked you in a serious tone.

''I... I don't know.'' You were honest with him, you had no idea.

''Okay, than what would you say if I told you that I wouldn't want it to be a one-time thing.'' He looked you dead in the eye.

Your breath got trapped in your throat as you processed what he just said. Your mind was screaming yes and no at the same time. You wanted it badly, your crush on him still painfully present, but the fear of getting caught...

''I'll give you time to think about it, you don't need to answer me now. I just wanted to tell you that if you want I can give you my personal phone number, you wouldn't have to be scared of writing. Also the New Year's Eve was unfortunate, but we could be... more careful next time.'' Something behind his eyes made you nod your head.

''But why?'' The question slipped out of your lips before you could think.

Yet it was so important to you. Why did he want to have such a relationship with you? He was a godly-looking young man with a great career and could have someone way better than a Patric the Starfish-looking, broke student.

He was about to say something but the door swung open. Professor Rengoku came in with a bright smile plastered on his face.

''Shinazugawa, may I ask about...'' He spotted you.

The two of you blinked a few times at each other.

''Well hello there young lady.'' He greeted you.

''Rengoku you don't have to be like that, and please, close the door.'' Shinazugawa sighed, the open, kinda tender side you saw just a moment before was long gone. ''He knows Miss Y/N.''

Your jaw dropped to the ground and you felt like Professor Rengoku's gaze changed. It was of course just your feeling because the energetic man didn't hold anything against the whole situation. Moreover, he was happy for his friend! You looked like such a nice and caring girl.

-

The blonde made his way through the university hallways, smiling at everyone. Students smiled back at him and greeted wherever he would go. He felt pure love for this place.

It was another beautiful sunny day, even though it was winter, there was literally no sun, and it was freezing cold outside. Nevertheless, the sun never set in Rengoku's heart! He loved his job, he loved the students, he loved his friends. He was a ball of good energy that rubbed on anyone he would encounter. Because of that the world treated him with the same amount of love, or at least that's what he would say to himself.

As he made his way around the campus, he saw a familiar figure. You were standing in front of a lecture room. Other people were standing in groups, chatting and laughing, but you were all alone. Your only company was the science book in your hand.

Rengoku felt as if someone hit him in the face. He was just about to go to you and ask if by any means your day wasn't absolutely fabulous, and if not, how could he help you change it, but someone stopped him.

A group of girls circled you and started ranting about something. You quickly caught up on the topic, smiling and laughing. After a short while you all waved you goodbyes and they went on, leaving you with the book again.

So you weren't all alone, you were just studying.

Another slap in the face, this time from a memory. He saw his best friend, sitting in the cafeteria alone, studying something as he was eating. He was always so serious and focused on his work, even though he was so much fun, at least for Rengoku. In Rengoku's mind you and Sanemi looked alike.

He felt his chest rise and an electric shock bolt through his spine. Right now, he knew what he had to do.

Maybe Shinazugawa wasn't the one to ask for help but that didn't mean he didn't need it. When the whitehaired asked Rengoku what he thought about the one-night stand with you he didn't think much about it. It was okay, why not, you were pretty. What really questioned him was, why Shinazugawa started to maintain a relationship with you. Rengoku had a feeling that the answer was quite obvious.

He decided that he would talk to Sanemi the very same day.

Later on Rengoku found his way to Shinazugawa's office and not expecting anyone in particular he slammed the door open.

''Shinazugawa, may I ask about...''

There you were, sitting beside Sanemi's desk, looking at Rengoku as if you saw a ghost. The only thing that the blonde wanted to do was to pat your head, hug you to his muscular chest and tell you that everything will be okay, that Professor Rengoku is here and will help you with whatever problem you've got so that the light in your heart never fades. But that would be called sexual harrasment so he restrained himself.

''Well hello there young lady.''

''Rengoku, you don't have to be like that, and please, close the door. He knows Miss Y/N.''

Now you looked like you saw two ghosts and it physically hurt Rengoku that he caused someone such distress.

''It's fine you lady, I'm so very happy to meet you finally.'' He thought to himself that maybe acting like he in fact didn't know would work.

''Uh, good evening... um.'' Much to Rengoku's displeasure the girl got up, packed her stuff and started to leave.

''I'll think about it and I promise to give you an answer soon, professor.'' With that you left.

Sanemi glanced at Rengoku furious for destroying the moment.

''What?'' The blonde asked.

''Why the fuck did you have to pop up at this exact moment. Why the fuck didn't you take the hint and leave.'' The whitehaired standed up, his palms gripping the desk.

''And why are you so angry about me destroying the moment?'' This threw Shinazugawa off the track. He plopped down on the seat with a shocked expression. It was a rare sight to see Sanemi so out of speech. ''Hm?'' Rengoku pursued.

''Nevermind.'' The whitehaired spat out, looking the other way.

''I actually think this is kind of important.'' The blonde smiled a wide grin. ''Tell me Sanemi, why do you risk your career to meet with a girl that you still refer to as only a one-night stand. That one night already passed, you should let it go. Unless, you werent honest when you said she is just a one-night stand. What is so special about her Sanemi?'' Rengoku purred, both of them sitting in Shinazugawa's office after you left. The snow falling in the dark behind the window. ''Does she have a magical vagina? If she does we should have a threesome, I want to see.''

''What?'' Shinazugawa sweatdropped. ''No, her vagina is nor... what are we even talking about!''

''Then why?''

Sanemi realised what game Rengoku was playing and it got on his nerves. Yet, he had to admit, it was something he was thinking about. Why did the thought of you disappearing after you got what you wanted hurt him?

''I don't know.'' The whitehaired sighed.

''Maybe you could use some advice?''

Shinazugawa only glanced from under his messy hair and rolled his eyes.

''Maybe you have a crush?'' The blonde asked.

''I'm not in love.'' Sanemi spat out.

''I don't say it's love. It may be just an innocent crush.'' Rebgoku spread his hands in the air. ''Next time you meet, don't just bang, talk to her.''

''How do you know we will meet next time? You actually came in the middle of her saying if she wants to or not.''

''Let's just say I have a feeling.'' 

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[camp-counselor-life]

Ok, so I had an anxiety attack last night on a date and I'm trying to parse out what happened and my mental state. Is anxiety often irrational? Yes, and this definitely was. But also I feel like this would give neurotypical people anxiety, so justified? IDK.

TW: ableism

So here goes. The gal I am dating invited me to a gymnastics meet. Now, I love gymnastics (our shared university has an excellent team) and haven't been to a meet in eons, so I agreed. Did not think it through, just said yes. In the back of my brain, I knew there could be some issues, but dammit, let's just stuff those down and pretend.

I show up at her apartment nearly 10 minutes earlier than we agreed. She informs me that she thinks they have a clear bag policy (at all times, I carry a large black purse with all the stuff in it). We look and it says you can bring a purse. So cool, we will see if they'll let it in.

Now we're driving and there's traffic (the team is a big deal). And we're struggling to find a place to park (I had suggested we take the train bc that's how much I hate traffic and parking). We park somewhere that I am not 100% sure is allowed, but we're like 99.5% sure. This fact will come back later.

We get to the door. The man informs me my purse is too big. In a moment of panic, where I am about to be separated from my meds and inhaler, I inform him that it's got medical equipment in it, something my date does not know and this of course reveals that I have some sort of disability where I cannot be separated from the contents of my purse. He gives me a special tag and I get to take my bag in.

At this point, my date (who is aware I am autistic but nothing else) could be thinking one of two things: I have lied because I want to bring my purse in or I have some sort of shameful medical condition bad enough to require a purse-full of items I didn't tell her about. Both run through my head along with the thought of "I am going to hell, did I just lie to bring in my purse?" and it's not a lie, I do need to drag that stuff around, but also I probably could have made it 2.5 hours without it. I also decided that this would be a good way to phrase my discomfort to several friends, all of whom were like what?

We sit down and at this point I am so anxious and uncomfortable and ashamed that I barely talk the entire meet. It is also extremely loud, crowded, and the guy behind me is wearing strong cologne. We make small talk and hold hands, which I think was fine.

In the fourth (and final) session of the meet, probably almost 1.5 hours in, I have finally calmed down enough to enjoy myself. The shame is still there, and I don't know how to fully explain this to people, so I'm writing about it on tumblr for y'all to ignore.

So, what does this mean? I am probably not as "at peace" with my disabilities as I thought. The shame is real and strong and I feel like I could have had so much better of an experience if I had just done something differently. It's my fault.

And then I had a nightmare about the stadium last night, so that was like the cherry on top.

[jimblejamblewritings]

romeo and...cullen? | part 21.

Summary: Y/N Cullen, youngest in both actual age and last to be turned in the Cullen clan. Her world is turned upside down when Bella Swan enters her family’s life, because Bella doesn’t bring just herself but drags some of her friends into the Cullen’s life as well.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Pairing: Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

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It took three days for both you and Bella to recover and five for Jacob to spill the beans to Charlie so your family wouldn’t have to leave. Of course, Charlie doesn’t know about the whole vampire thing. Just the fact that your boyfriend could turn into a giant animal. Jacob watched as you moved a little slower than usual in the Cullens’ kitchen while getting ready.

“I just had to recover just in time for the first day of school.”

“Senior year, babe.”

“You know this is pointless, I passed all the credit requirements last year. I’m basically going in to fill out a bunch of paperwork for the next like three weeks to get my diploma early. I should be able to do this online, not have to come in. So ridiculous.”

Edward came into the house with Renesmee. Your niece reached out for you. You bounced Renesmee on your hip and sung quietly as you poured out the smoothie you made into a glass. The baby giggled happily. Renesmee stuck a hand on your face and sent you images in your mind to let you know she liked your voice.

“Yeah? You want another song?”

“You’re good with kids.”

“Was a camp counselor at a daycare in my human life.” You handed off Renesmee to Jacob so you could finish packing and eating your breakfast.

Edward smiled from the couch. You and Jacob would actually make good parents. They way you two watched over Renesmee, he was sure of it. Bella came back with the rest of the family from hunting.

“Just in time, I was about to leave. Happy birthday, Bells.” You gave your friend a hug.

“I stopped aging three days ago.”

“Still your birthday, and the family’s got a surprise for you. Catch you all later, be back in like two hours.”

You walked out the door a little bummed you were gonna miss Bella’s birthday surprise, knowing Emmett spent literally all night working on the little cottage for Bella, Edward, and Renesmee.

~~

The house was a bit quieter that night without Edward and Bella but with a child everyone agreed it’d be nice for them to have their own space. Aside from the two hours you were filling out forms at school, Jacob hadn’t left your side. You were in bed, resting and watching television.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about what you asked in San Francisco,” you said rubbing up and down Jacob’s arms.

“Yeah?”

“What we’re gonna do with our lives. How we want to spend our future together… how much time I have with you…”

“As long as a wolf keeps phasing, he doesn’t age. You have as much time with me as you want,” Jacob answered.

You felt better knowing that. You knew it was a long time away but it still had made you anxious.

“I want forever with you.”

“Then forever you’ll have.” Jacob kissed you.

“Do we have to stay in Forks forever? Because of the pack?”

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I wanna get married, I want us to have a family and enjoy life. Maybe move at some point.”

“Sam can hold down the fort here without me. You want to go back to San Francisco?”

“Maine.”

“Maine?” Jacob questioned.

“We have a family home there,” you explained.  “Practically an estate. Deed’s in my name, no more relatives. It’s probably a bit run down but it’s ours.”

“So we get married and move to Maine.”

“We renovate the house so the pack and my family have a place to visit anytime.”

“But we come back to Forks and visit frequently.”

“Of course, we shouldn’t make them come to us all the time. Plus we need to see Charlie and Sue.”

“And my old man would miss us a lot.”

“The old man’s coming with us.”

“Really?”

“Grandpa Billy needs to be close to the children.”

“Children? More than one?”

“What… did you only want one?”

“No, no, I like multiple. I just thought you’d only want one.”

“Well one would be easier to get through school. Tuition can be expensive.”

“Tuition? Private school?”

“My cousins went to one of the best in the state. My brother too, they had a boarding program. Top education, they’ve even got cute uniforms.”

“Could we afford that?”

“Well I have all my inheritance plus I’d get a job. I’m thinking of running a shop. Fashion design. Custom clothing and tailoring such.”

“You know how to design?”

“Second degree I got. Trained under Dolce and Gabbana.”

“Impressive. Can’t let you do all the work though, I’d run my own mechanic shop.”

“You should name it The Garage.”

“I like that. Nice ring to it.”

You and Jacob paused before looking each other in the eye and laughing.

“Not even on step one of marriage and we’ve already planned our whole lives,” Jacob said.

“Not even moved out of my bedroom.”

Jacob pulled you over so you were laying completely on top of him. The two of you had just calmed down from laughing.

“Should we make a dream board with our plans?” Jacob chuckled.

“I’ll get started on it tomorrow… I love you, Jake.”

“I love you, too.”

Jacob sat up so he could kiss you better. His hands roamed under the big t-shirt you were wearing. The lack of any clothes but his shirt made it easier for him to touch you. And his lack of shirt made it easier for you to run your hands up and down his body. You tried to push him down on the bed but Jacob didn’t budge. He brushed his hand against your cheek.

“I want to satisfy you, (Y/N).”

“Jacob, you do.”

“I want to make love to you. No needing to do more because I need it.”

“I thought we got past the bruises, babe.”

Jacob let out a short laugh. “Not the bruises. I know you want me to let go. You do that for me now let me do this for you.”

Jacob’s hands were once again under your shirt. He kissed a trail starting from your forehead to your neck. He slowly moved your hips in a circle as he nipped at your ear.

“Jake,” you half whispered half moaned.

Jacob kissed your lips gently but full of passion. “Let me take care of you babe.”

~~

Edward was very hesitant when you and Jacob suggested bringing Renesmee to see the pack, and very relieved when none of them imprinted. He might have a truce with the wolves for your sake but if one of them had imprinted on Renesmee he wasn’t sure what he’d do. With formalities out of the way, the pack was able to freely come and go in the Cullen house once again. Not that they all did too much. Everyone got along for you and Jake’s sake, but few had become like family to one another.

You parked your car in the garage and stumbled into the house knowing everyone would be there.

“Guess who’s graduated?!” you yelled into the house. “And they said I don’t have to walk if I don’t want to. Senior year, even easier the fifth time around.”

You joked as you came up the stairs from the garage only to find no one in the living room. Not even a scent left behind from anyone could be sensed when you dropped your shield. Not the Cullens, not the pack, not even Jacob. The only creature to greet you was Koda as she came down the stairs, licking your hand and demanding scratches.

“Really? Everyone ditched me?” you muttered as you made your way into the kitchen.

“I hope whatever you ditched me for was fucking worth it,” you yelled to no one but an empty house.

Jacob came bounding into the house as you yelled that, laughing.

“That would be my fault. Told them I was taking you out on a date tonight, everyone decided there was no point in staying.”

“Should I dress nice?” You looked at Jacob who was not too fancy but definitely a little more than casual, swapping out his normal t-shirt for a rolled-up button down shirt.

Jacob held up the pizza box he had behind his back. “You decide.”

Since it was pizza, you opted to match Jacob’s state of dress— not too fancy but not too casual either. Jacob pulled up to the ‘Welcome to Forks’ sign. You got out of the car and sat on the front hood.

“You know, I think this might have been my favorite dates we did,” you said as you ate pizza.

“Really? What about our vacation? This one was really your favorite?”

“Yeah, it was when everything was simpler. No supernatural bullshit. Just (Y/N) and Jake.” You looked over at Jake. “And your hair was longer.”

“You liked my long hair?” Jacob grinned as he ate a slice.

“Loved it.”

Jacob walked back around the car and brought out a Tupperware container of cake.

“Sue’s strawberry?” you asked hopeful.

“Right on the money, babe.”

It had been forever since you had any of Sue’s baking. Jacob was standing in front of you, both hands on your waist. Before he had a chance to grab your fork, you took a forkful of cake and fed it to him.

“You know we still have to pick a new date for Hawaii,” Jacob said after swallowing the bite of cake.

“Mmm? Maybe after Christmas. Everyone’s gonna want to spend Christmas together especially with Renesmee so maybe a few days after. I’m thinking New Year’s there must be fun.”

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Yeah, Jake?”

“I wanna try something.”

You smiled, knowing exactly where this was going. You watched confused as Jacob didn’t lean in to kiss you but started to go down instead. Jacob fished in his back pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it to reveal a ring inside.

“Jacob, are you for real?” you asked barely above a whisper.

“(Y/N). I can honestly say I love you. Even before I knew it, you were my world the moment you entered my life and I don’t want you to leave it. It’s not just the imprint, I would’ve fallen for you regardless and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Jacob Black, of course I will marry you.”

Jacob slipped the ring on your finger before getting up and kissing you. You pulled back slightly to look him in the eye, not really believing what was happening. You smiled wider and kissed him again.

(Part 22)...

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day. I'm supposed to be doing homework, but I got distracted by the booping thing and now I'm here.

If you have the time, I'd like to request a romantic matchup with a Tokyo Revengers character. I'm nonbinary - they/them pronouns - and pansexual (I apologize if this creates too big of a pool for characters). I can't say that I have a type either. Whether it be someone who's soft and kind or confident and strong headed, I'm weak for them. What can I say, I love a little bit of everyone. I'm an INFP-T who is often drowning in overdue homework only to pull a few all-nighters back to back to catch up, and cry even though I put myself in that position (my sleep schedule is in shambles). My parents are protective of me because I'm the youngest of the children by a decade and not very strong. I'm an even 5'. Paired with shitty eyesight and small frame, I'm not menacing at all. It also doesn't help that I greet everyone with a smile, even when faced with snarky comments or someone I'm greatly upset with. Of course, this doesn't mean I won't get angry later and rant for a good hour or so through tears. For some reason, no matter how calm I am on the inside, I start crying when crying to express myself in serious situations. (if anyone has an idea on how to stop this, please help)

Since I'm nonbinary, I try to lean into a more androgynous look, but my mom still tries to instill a sense of "womanhood" in me (which gives me anxiety and a lot of body dysphoria). It makes me lean away from more feminine colors in clothing, which sucks because I'm a stickler for a cute pastel shirt. That being said, I try not to let that get to me by wearing whatever I want because I also strongly believe that colors and clothes don't relate to gender. I usually wear baggier tops at least because I can't buy a binder yet.

I like listening to people talk about themselves or anything that interests them, as long as they don't mind me rambling about something also. My mom has told me I'd make a really good therapist because I always help her break down her problems and get a different view on things. My sister vents to me frequently because she feels I offer a place of no judgement and she can speak freely.

A lot of my personal joy comes from seeing others happy. In a friend group, I'm often the one trying to include everyone and make people laugh, even if I'm anxious myself. Even though I can get swept up in my emotions, I always stop and think about things in a logical view (which sometimes leads to me taking action before realizing I should've thought it through). I definitely wouldn't do well in the TKR universe in terms of fighting, but I'd probably figure out some way to be helpful because I hate feeling like I'm not contributing anything. I also like to think I have a pretty good pain tolerance, so maybe I could buy time or something.

I've been told I'm very extroverted and outgoing, but I actually have a low social battery and often find myself overwhelmed in social outings with lots of people or loud noises. I almost started crying in downtown Seattle and New York City when I was on vacation (even though I was having fun). This can lead me to shutting down at times and going relatively non-verbal. Overall, I'd describe my personality as laid-back, open-minded, and not confrontational. I try to push my way through my insecurities and short-comings, but things hardly work out the way I want them to.

I like video games and sleeping in, but I'll push my own hobbies aside for people I enjoy hanging out with. I'm not too picky about food, as long as it isn't spicy (i'm a bit of a wimp). I also really enjoy sweets - cakes, pastries, cookies, candies, chocolates. I love them all. I often end up not eating because I either get distracted or I simply don't feel like it. Technically, I'm allergic to dairy and tomatoes and I can get really nauseous or itchy, but my favorite foods often have those ingredients so I act like I'm immune.

Anyways, I apologize for the long description. I hope I followed all your rules and gave you everything you need. Please take your time, I am in no rush and I know life is always busy. I hope you have a good day!

Hello. The wait it finally over. Sorry it took so long. Things got crazy. Let's just jump right into it!

You Got...

Souya Kawata!!!!

He is really good with people and very patient. If you got overwhelmed and needed time, he would be there for you anyway he can.

He would make you the best foo. Anything you want, he will make!

He is a good listener. Will listen to you for hours

Would tell you everyday that you are amazing and that he loves for you!

He would protect you. You being safe is the most important thing to him!

He would help you get anything done that you need. He would keep you on track.

He would like that you are laid back. He already has Smiley, so someone in his life who is chill would be nice.

Video game dates. He would play a mean Mario Kart. I think he would pick Yoshi!

I hope you enjoy

[delilahcalicocat]

◆–Immortal Love–◆

★—Rating: Fluff—★

★—Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, Hugging, Blood, Fear, Panic, Anxiety Attacks, Crying—★

★– Pairing: Orange Cassidy x Lilith Punk–★

{♡}~Summary: After the Whole Jon Moxley Match at All Out, Lilith Genuinely Panics and Fears for her Boyfriend's life with the amount blood loss~{♡}

{♧}–WC: Around 1k–{♧}

[Lilith's POV:]

My heart dropped, Moxley busted Orange Open.. I almost cried seeing him limp around the fucking ring, the blood everywhere imprinted in my mind forever

{♤|At the Hospital 🏥|♤}

I sat in the middle chair between Trent and Chuck as in the blank ass waiting room. I couldn't control myself after the two hours of waiting, I lightly cried into my hands, the amount of fear and panic built up inside me smashing down like a hammer on my mind and heart...

Eventually at the four hour mark, Hook arrived. He sat beside Chuck since Trent was too busy trying to stop my crying ass as best he could..

"Is she gonna be ok Trent?" Chuck Asked

"Probably Not, Orange is her boyfriend. She's allowed to at least cry and shit.." Trent said

"No- I'll be fine.." I said through small choked sobs.

"Well clearly you're not fine currently." Hook Mentioned

We all sat in the waiting room until the nurse came out to see us.

"Sirs and Ma'am, you can go back now. One at a time though please, we don't need a clogged up room" she spoke

"Who wants to go first?" Chuck Questioned

"I think Lilith should go back first. So she doesn't have to worry that much anymore" Hook said

I didn't want to go back there that much, I hate fucking hospitals so I was already freaked out and anxious but I was told to walk the long ass hallway to Orange's Room.. Alone..

Trent and Chuck mentioned since it was around 7:30am that they'd be headed for food, and Hook would still be there waiting for DanHausen..

I approached the room and went inside, Orange was on the bed with a bunch of bandaging on his head.

I sat down in the chair they had by his bed for me, and I grabbed his hand...

"Lilith?..." He said wearily

"Yes dear, it's me... I'm here.." I said

He sat up and looked at me, he was clearly exhausted.

"Dear, you should lie down again, Trent and Chuck are out getting food- but you should still rest.." I said

He followed my words and lied back down, and he started to fall asleep so I sat there until he fell asleep then I left because Hook called my name because Trent and Chuck were an hour away from getting back and I had to say Hello to DanHausen.

Me, Hook and Danhausen all sat in the Waiting Room. Trent and Chuck then returned an hour later like I was told, and Chuck and Trent said to the Nurse they needed Orange to come join us, since one person at a time was allowed in that God forsaken room.

The nurse said Orange wasn't really complying because he didn't want to get up and go with the nurse, so I got up and headed towards his room

"Lily I don't like them" Orange Said

I hugged him and gave him a kiss

"I know you don't like the staff here, but c'mon, Trent and Chuck got your favorite" I said

He smiled and we headed towards the Waiting room, we got offered to go into the lunch room but Orange said he just wanted to be with his friends again

We ended snuggling after we ate and the doctors then said he was good to go..

I was actually scared for once.. about him.. I'm just glad he's okay

[lulubelle814]

Regards, Loki - Chapter 26

Master List

By late Wednesday, Mel had been in contact with Ms. Porter who said it should be fine, but she needed to clear it with the boss and would let her know once she got his ok.  It wasn’t 30 minutes later when she followed up saying that Mr. Conrad gave the okay.  They would just need to be escorted by Ms. Porter as well as security.  They’d need to agree on when and listed a few options for weeknights and the upcoming weekend.  If an alternate date/time was needed, they could see if they could comply.

Louisa,

I spoke with Ms. Porter.  She checked with the owner and advised we could set up the after hours visit.  She and security will need to be in attendance for liability purposes but will keep a respectable distance.

Here is a list of dates and times they provided (that also work with my schedule) but will work with us if needed.

Please let me know when you have a chance.

Regards,

Mel

Louisa read over the email, feeling relieved that they’d actually get to do this.  With it being her only option, at least she’d get a head start on how it’d feel to be back in the environment.  Her therapist could then help her with ways and ideas of how to cope with issues she may have once actually returning to work.

The next evening, she and her therapist met outside her office building.  Louisa already felt the anxiety start just looking at the building.  Mel could see it.  “We don’t have to go inside if you’re not ready.”

She shook her head.  This was something she had to do.  She needed her job.  “No, it’s ok,” she lied.  They went inside and were greeted by Ms. Porter at the door.  “Mr. Conrad wanted to join us, but I told him it would be better if it were just us ladies.  He’s just a phone call away if you decide you’d like him to be here.”  Louisa shook her head.  This was already hard enough.  Ms. Porter and the security guard escorted them inside.  The further they got into the building, the more anxiety Lou felt.  

Mel wanted to visit her desk as well as the restroom where she was taken.  If things went okay, she wanted to visit that conference room.  Louisa put on a brave face as they approached her desk.  Sitting down in her chair, she felt mostly alright.  After spending a few minutes there, Ms. Porter led them to the restroom Louisa exited when the incident occurred.  Looking at the door itself made her anxious, but she shoved it down.  They went into and back out of the restroom.  Mel asked how she felt.  “It’s just so surreal being here.”  She was anxious, but she knew the next stop would be the worst.  

As they approached the back conference room where Mr. Price had taken her, anxiety gripped her tight, slowing down as they reached the door.  Memories started flashing through her mind, and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

Mel reassured her.  “He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Ms. Porter stepped forward.  “Mr. Conrad is having this turned into a storage room.  We’d talked about it before, but since the incident, he’s eager to get it done.  We realized that I.T. would need a separate place to work, and the servers needed to be in a larger room.  Shelving is being put up to store tech and such.  The back of the room will have some long term storage so that it can be kept onsite.”

Louisa looked around the room.  The table was gone, and she saw the shelves that were being built as well as a wrapped desk on its side.  Servers were against the wall, and wires were hanging from the ceiling.

She felt the memory of her head being hit, the phantom pain in the back of her head.  Her hand reached back to touch it, feeling the scare forming where she’d been hit and began feeling overwhelmed, her breathing becoming stunted.  Mel and Ms. Porter led her back out and into a nearby chair.

“Place your head between your knees and take a deep breath.”  Lou did as she instructed, and Mel rubbed her back.  “It’s okay.  He can’t hurt you.”

Ms. Porter tried to help reassure her.  “Mr. Conrad has been working with our legal team to throw the book at him.  He has no patience for people like Mr. Price, and frankly neither do I.  If Mr. Conrad has his way (and I hope he does), Mr. Price will never see the light of day again.”

Louisa could barely hear them, focusing on her breathing.  The security guard was kind enough to get her a glass of water when her therapist asked.  Melanie handed it to her, telling her to take small sips.  Once her breathing was under control, she slowly sat back up.

They talked for a bit.  Her therapist was proud of how well she handled it, all things considered but could tell her client was hiding something.  Rather than bring it up now, she opted to wait until their next session.  Security locked up behind them, and Louisa got into her car.

When she got home, Cora was waiting, knowing this was going to be hard on her.  When she came through the front door, she was obviously shaken.  Cora led her to the sofa to sit before she passed out.  “I’m guessing it didn’t go well?”

Louisa took a few breaths before responding.  “It went a little better than I thought.  I was relatively okay until we reached that conference room.”  Tears started falling before she was aware of it.  Cora gently placed her arms around her friend, giving her a comforting hug.  “It’s ok, Lou.  I promise.”  

They had a low-key night, ordering pizza and watching tv, eventually falling asleep on the couch.

Taglist: @huntress-artemiss @jaidenhawke

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Laito Dark [05]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Monologue

Ever since that day,

a wall was established between the two of us. 

I am obviously the one to blame. 

For blatantly touching upon,

what lies most sensitive to him. 

However, somewhere deep inside,

I hoped that perhaps,

he would be willing to let it slide, because it was me. 

And look at where that got me. 

Laito-kun has only ended up,

closing his heart to me even more...

Even though for a short while,

I truly believed that the two of us had connected,

and even developed a strong bond of love. 

But right now, for some reason

he feels further away from me than anyone else. 

That is because Laito-kun has rejected me,

retreating into his own shell,

all while chasing me out of his personal bubble. 

To me, this is incredibly saddening,

and heart-wrenching. 

I have to once again find a way to his heart,

after I had already once managed to work my way in.

Of course, I am more than prepared to do so. 

However, for a split second,

a thought flashed through my mind.

ーー As I found myself wondering,

Whether or not he currently needs me? 

ー The scene starts in the living room of the Sakamaki manor

Yui: ーー Haah...

( Either way, step one is to apologize to Laito-kun once more...Right? )

( It’s not like that’ll fix the issue. I know that but...Even so... )

ーー Hey, Laito-kun...

Laito: Hmー...? Yes?

*Flip* 

Yui: Sorry for bothering you while you’re reading but, well...

Laito: In that case, can’t you wait till later? 

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: You see, I’m kind of fully emerged into this dirty magazine right now. Ah, right...

How about we have a look at it together? Nfu~ 

Yui: T-That’s...!

( What should I do...? )

Selection

→ Let’s do it!

Yui: Sure. Let’s read it together? Then will you listen to what I have to say in return? 

Laito: Nfufu~ I’ll have to say no to that.

Yui: Eeh!?

Laito: I mean, I can already foresee that the situation will take a turn for the worse once you lay your eyes upon this magazine. 

I don’t think I’ll have any spare time to listen to anything. I’ll be very very busy trying to calm things down.

Yui: Ugh...

Laito: Too bad~

→ Perv!! (❦)

Yui: ーー What!? In your dreams...! Perv!!

Laito: Ah...

Yui: ...Laito-kun...?

Laito: ーー ...again.

Yui: Eh? 

Laito: Say that one more time. 

You were amazing just now...Haah...However, I suppose it was your expression which made it feel just ever so slightly lacking.

You have to make it more clear that you’re scolding me...Right, look down at me from a 45 degree sidewards angle.

*Rustle* 

Yui: Eh!? Ah...S-Sure...

Laito: Yes, exactly, just like that! Now all you have to do is squint your eyes and insult me like you truly mean it. ーー Ready, go!

*Clap* 

Yui: Perv...

Laito: ...!! Haah...Amazing...

Yui: ( Haah...He basically just found a really clever way to dodge my question, hasn’t he? )

Laito-kun, listen to what I have to say. Don’t try and find excuーー

*Creaaaak* 

Laito: Hm? A visitor...?

Yui: ...? Who could that be at this hour?

( Hold up, the whole case surrounding the trespasser was kind of left unresolved, so don’t tell me... )

ー Richter enters the room

Richter: Pardon the intrusion. 

*Thud*

Yui: ...!

( ...Richter-san!? I feel a little relieved, but I wonder what brings him here all of a sudden...? )

Laito: ーー Oh, Uncle. Long time no see. Anyway, I’ll be right here...Make yourself at home...Ah.

ー Richter grabs hold of his arm

*Thud*

Richter: Hold it. Where are you going? I came here to talk to you. 

Laito: ...While you might want to have a word with me, I have absolutely nothing to say to you. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: Laito-kun...

Laito: Yes, Bitch-chan? I mean, I don’t mind if you receive his message in my place. 

Yui: Eeh!? If anything, I think it’d be best if I leave the room for a biーー 

ー Laito stops her

*Rustle* 

Laito: No, no, no. Stay here. I mean, it’s not like there’s anything you’re not allowed to hear at this point, right? 

Yui: ( He seems anxious. I guess he doesn’t want to be left alone with Richter-san since the two of them aren’t exactly on the best terms. )

If Richter-san doesn’t mind...

Richter: ーー I don’t. More importantly, Laito. I’ve heard that you’ve been irresponsibly neglecting all of your duties as the heir to the throne now that you’ve inherited my older brother’s powers.

I was hopeful that you’d take things a bit more seriously given the situation, but look at you!

*Rustle* 

Laito: ....Ahー... Shut up...

Richter: Watch your words!!

Laito: That’s my line. Listen, right now I’m way more powerful than you are, capiche? 

So know your place.

Richter: Ugh...

Laito: For one, you are in no position to tell me what to do, are you?

May I remind you that just the other day, you were teaming up with those ‘almighty’ Founders to try and overthrow that guy. You should be ashamed of yourself. 

Richter: I had various complex reasons for doing what I did, ones someone like you could never understand. 

Laito: Reasons, huh? 

Richter: Right. So don’t try to dodge the question like that. We’re talking about you right now.

I shall stay here until you fulfill your duty as the heir. 

Laito: ...I’d rather you not.

Richter: ーー Then...

Laito: ーー However, even so, I won’t give these powers to you. 

I bet your true objective is to find an opening to steal them away from me, isn’t it? 

That sounds exactly like something a loser such as yourself would come up with.

Richter: ...Ugh...!

Laito: Well, I guess I can’t blame you. These powers were something you yearned after oh-so much after all. 

I bet this is what you’re thinking...That with these powers, you might be able to bring a certain someone back to life? 

Or alternatively, you believe that if you were the one with these powers, she would have been yours instead? 

Yui: ( ...Laito-kun, he’s going too far, no matter what...Almost as if he’s trying to upset him on purpose... )

Richter: !! You little...Don’t get ahead of yourself! You were basically handed those powers for free...!

*Rustle* 

Laito: Woah there...I guess I hit bull’s eye~? 

Richter: Those powers are completely wasted on you as long as you can’t wield them correctly. I’m pretty sure you don’t even come close to being able to do the things my older brother could!?

Laito: You think so? 

*WOOSH*

Yui: Kyaah!!

*BOOM*

Richter: Uguh...!!!!

ー Richter collapses

*Thud* 

Yui: !!

Laito: Ahーah. How pathetic...

Richter: Guh...

Laito: However, I better give you a thorough beating so you never dare show your face here again...

*WOOSH*

Richter: Uguh...!!

*SPLAT*

Yui: ...Laito-kun! Cut it out already!

ー Yui tries to stop him

Laito: Ehー?

Yui: There’s no point...in doing any of this!

Laito: Really? I beg to differ. 

Hey? How did those powers you wanted so badly treat you? 

*Rustle* 

Richter: Kuh...

...Remember this...I shall definitely...curse you to death...!!

ー Richter disappears

Laito: Fufufu. Now that’s one hell of a way to say goodbye...

Yui: ...

Laito: Haah, I’m exhausted. Geez, there goes my plan to have some fun with you. 

Yui: ( Laito-kun... )

Laito: I really wish I could catch a break. 

Monologue

I wonder if I’m simply imagining things? 

But to me it seemed like for a split second,

Laito-kun looked sad while violently beating up Richter-san. 

I strongly believe that even though he seems to outwardly enjoy doing such horrendous things, 

deep down, he is most definitely the one hurting (傷ついている) the most.

That’s simply the kind of guy he is.

Perhaps he was reminded of his own past self who didn’t believe in love,

when he looked at Richter-san. 

The look he gave me,

made it seem like he was trying to get rid of that side of him alongside his past,

as well as Karlheinz-san, who is the one responsible for how things played out (過去を作り出す) in the first place. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[because-she-goes]

hebe’s demise

warnings: alcoholism, drug use (coke, pills), sexual themes, hospitals, mentions of death, angst i guess, substance abuse

The vodka burned her throat on its way down, but she liked the pain, the sting. She believed it made her feel alive, young, free. A 16 year old running around with her friends at night, having older men buy them fruity, headache-inducing drinks. Her head began to feel light and floaty, she reached for the nearest body kissing them hungrily. She feels her skin set fire and suddenly the high begins. Running down the street, screaming and laughing at top volume. She feels out of her mind and she loves it, finally awoken from her anxious slumber and now open to her confident self. The one who would fuck anything with a pulse as long as they were within arms reach. The one who would happily do white powder off of a college boys’ dirty sink. The one who would then destroy that college boy, making him wish he were dead. She was a wild thing and untameable. Falling over herself, ending up at the NYU ER again, having to get her stomach pumped again. Alcohol filled her veins and blood soaked in ecstasy. Waking up the following day, rinse and repeat. Mondays were always the worst, having to sit in her calculus class in the itchy uniform and act as if she wasn’t still high from the molly her friend had given her not even 8 hours ago. School days would tick by, she would go home to her parents and hide in her room. Luckily they didn't ask too many questions. Just a quiet understanding that their only daughter was on a freeway to death.

At 17, she now would go out every night regardless of school. Grades were decent enough and she was naturally bright. At 17, she was now going to Fordham and having the senior boys sell her the strongest coke she could get her hands on for $50. It was bliss. The white powder hitting a fast forward on her life, skipping past all the boring bits and canceling out her voice of reason. This is when she became known within her friend group as Nora the Knockout. She had to admit, she was fucking hot. Slim waist, decent shape, good style and the cool girl attitude all the guys seemed to like. In this world, she wasn't the lit class nerd or whatever else they called her. No, in this new world of sex and drugs and club promoters grabbing her ass here and there, she was a princess. She at this point had a body count nearing the 60s, not that she knew who any of those people were. She would chew ‘em and spit them out the next morning - leaving them like a ghost in the night. By this point, she had also been roofied so many times she couldn't even count, a regular at the Columbia University ER. She now had a joke with a young internal medicine student who worked there that she should get a “buy 10 stomach pumps, get the next one free” card. They knew she was coming in because they would call it a code Nor'easter over the EMS intercom to the dispatcher. The same young doctor seeing her each and every time, now on a first name basis with her. “Hi again Nora!” “Hi again Dave!” Her parents didn't even bother coming to the hospital anymore, knowing she’d be okay and plus she got the frequent flier discount. She would then later find out that while she was incapacitated and incoherent, the young Dr. would call her mom and give her updates saying Nora wasn't fine, that she had the liver of a 40 year old, that she ingested somewhere near 10 grams of coke and a liter of vodka that evening. That if Nora didn't change quickly, she wouldn't make it past 35. She rarely went home now, she loved her parents, but everytime she went home she would get the shpeel of not wasting her young years and being smart w/ her body and her health. They understood she was artistically gifted, her prose as a 17 year old already more eloquent and developed than some of the stuff her mom edited. Her sketches being comparable to that of an early Kollwitz. Yet, young Nora refused to see it, to acknowledge it. Only wanting to feed the animal, the id inside of her, the one who would ask grown men to do vile things to her body. Her only interest was to keep that monster within her pleased and not let it starve - afraid of the withdrawals and aftershocks. Too weak to handle it, too weak to go through them only to relapse, too weak to deal with the repercussions of her actions.

By age 18, she had realized the severity of her actions, how now without the coke or the ecstasy or acid she felt raw and vulnerable and like a baby deer learning to walk. Without something in her system, she felt like a void. She felt like a zombie, like a shell of herself. At this point, she had admitted to herself that she was no longer in control of herself, her actions, her thoughts… none of it. All of her friends were still using, now moving onto horse and darker shit like that. That is where her boundary was. Pills and coke sure, but anything she had to self-inject was off limits. It was at age 18, in her senior class that she was permitted to take the coveted AP Art Studio class w/ Ms. Glicks everyone who came before her raved about. She couldn't wait. That semester was when Nora became the one and only Astoria High’s Nora Downey. Ms. Glicks educated her about all her interests, and favorite periods of art. Ms. G was like a textbook and Nora loved picking her brain or going in the studio during free periods to work. Now, not fully clean, but having the strength to kick pills cold-turkey Nora was named the school’s recipient for Best Senior Artist. Her display at the school’s annual spring show being leagues above anything her colleagues completed over the 6 months. It was at that moment, of seeing how receptive people were to her work and how it moved people, that she realized she could make a living out of this. That her future in art was very bright, as long as she could get fully clean. That next month or so before graduation, Nora and her parents made an agreement that she would get clean of everything if she could seriously pursue art in college, if she could go to an art school. They’re only stipulation being the school be located here in the city so they could keep an eye on her. She agreed, signed her name on the napkin her dad wrote up the contract on at the diner they all went to every Sunday. It was the greatest life choice and easiest decision she has ever made. She could never thank her parents more for their patience and support and letting her come to her own conclusions before shit hit the fan. She could never thank them enough for having her back and allowing her to go to art school. She could never thank them enough for supporting her during the nasty withdrawals, the phone calls home from rehab and the crying in the middle of the night. She could never thank them enough for saving her life.