#whenever someone switches the subject when I'm talking about something it makes me feel so upset and I realize that it makes me look like

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There's something that makes me feel like an asshole whenever I get mad about it

[muchosbesitos]

protector

*fic was inspired by body - @baka-bakeneko *

pairing: bodyguard toji fushiguro x spoiled fem reader

contents: smoking, jealousy, assumptions to arranged marriage, spanking, oral (f and m receiving), missionary, and doggy

author’s note: he needa eat me out like that fish anyways, this is like the first fic i’ve written of him but this man hasn’t left my brain since i’ve finished watching it 🫠

word count: 6k

Your father owned a tech company in japan that had recently blown up, which was enough reason for him to assign a bodyguard for you. A part of you felt like he was trying to assign the responsibility of raising you to someone else, but who could really complain when you were getting spoiled beyond belief? He'd spoken to you about how your behavior was affecting his public image, how your countless nights of going out to clubs and getting drunk were painting him in the media as a irresponsible parent before outright just assigning a babysitter to you.

"Come on, you don't have to follow me around. I won't tell my dad that you're not doing it," you pleaded to the man in front of you, jutting out your bottom lip into a pout. "Shut it princess. I’m following you around, I don't care if you like it or not," he kept a stone cold gaze as he talked to you, no hint of emotion in the way that he spoke. You weren't used to being told 'no' so you took it as a challenge to change his mind. "Come on, pretty please. I'll do anything," you offered him suggestively, your hand trailing his abs through the skin-tight compression shirt he had on. You weren't planning on doing anything with him, but you were planning that your actions would be seducing enough to entice him in giving up.

In just a few seconds you went from standing in front of him to being pinned against the wall beneath him. Your hands were above your head as he looked down at you, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "What would your little daddy say if he saw you being such a slut for the bodyguard?" He spoke just low enough for you to hear, his eyes boring into you. Your eyes widened slightly as you met his gaze, your throat bobbing at the switch in position. You were used to being the one wielding all the power, never having to subject yourself to being at the mercy of anyone else. "Rich brats are all the same. So used to getting what you want, hm? Well, not with me princess. I'm following you around," he told you firmly, letting go of your arms once he made sure his point was made.

You stayed in the same spot, dumbfounded at what you were currently feeling. You would've never thought that having someone above you could make you feel this way, feel so aroused and over basically nothing. You'd been the dominant in most of your relationships, demanding things and getting them served to your feet like the little princess you were. But you couldn't deny yourself that this power switch was enticing to say the least, the way that he managed to shut you up just by holding you in his grasp. While you still hated the idea of having a babysitter looking after every thing you did, you also couldn't deny yourself the simple fact that the man was attractive. His green eyes were something you could easily get lost in if you looked at him long enough and his muscles looked like they could break anyone with ease.

Toji couldn't hate this job any more if he tried, just the fact that his abilities were diminished just to protect a spoiled brat like you infuriating him. Though, even he couldn't deny that the pay was much more than he expected. Certainly better than hopelessly betting on boating races. While you annoyed him beyond belief with the way you just had to point your manicured finger at something to get it, he also couldn't deny that a part of him was enticed by the way that you acted. The way you pouted at him to take your shopping bags whenever he followed you at the mall, the little fashion shows that you had when you thought he wasn't watching, and the way you stole little glances at him when you thought he wasn't looking.

Toji had managed to keep you out of trouble during the following months, mostly because he just simply refused to take you out whenever you asked. "Can't you get off your ass and do your damn job for once?!" You snapped at him out of frustration, since you had taken about two hours to get ready and he was refusing to take you out to the nightclub your friends were at. "If you want to go so bad, go alone," he responded, his legs spread on the couch as he leaned his head back to get a good look at you. While the idea was compelling, your father had already threatened to take your allowance if you were photographed trashed out on the street again.

You stomped your foot angrily and glared at him, like your little temper tantrum would do anything to change his mind. You were only met with a laugh in response, the sound making you even more annoyed if possible. "You know my dad won't like it if I go out alone, c'mon. I got all pretty and stuff," you pleaded with him, your voice on the verge of becoming a whine if you kept this up. "Keep begging and maybe I’ll repent, princess," he told you with a smirk, that in itself telling you that he wasn't changing his mind anytime soon. You stomped your feet on the way upstairs for emphasis, his laughter mocking you on the way up to your bedroom. Well, at least you managed to get some cute pictures to post later on.

You ended up ordering yourself some wings for the night after changing into your pajamas, glaring at Toji as you sat down on the couch next to him. "Don't tell me you're still mad princess," he mused, looking over at you with a cocky grin on his face. You didn't bother giving into the bait, simply dipping your wing into some ranch before biting into it. "The silent treatment? And here I thought that was beneath you," he kept his gaze on you as he spoke, reaching over to grab one of your wings. You smacked his hand away but he didn't let that deter him, laughing as he managed to get the wing off your plate. "First you don't do your job and now you're stealing my food?" You grumbled, grabbing the tv remote from in between you and clicking through the movie options available.

"Ah. You're still mad about that. Don't you think sharing wings with me is more fun than getting shit faced?" He retorted, dipping the stolen wing into some of your ranch. You hated to admit it, especially to yourself, but you actually found yourself growing comfortable whenever you spent time with him. With your friends, you'd mostly set that persona of being the rich spoiled brat that makes every scenario fun and dramatic. But with the big guy next to you, you didn't feel the need to have to pretend something you weren't. Not when he saw almost every aspect of your life anyways. Though he called you 'little brat' and stuff amongst those lines, you could tell that he saw you as something more than that.

You weren't sure when you fell asleep, the sound of the tv a faint melody playing in the background. The plate of wings that was resting on your legs wasn't there anymore, rather.. something hard underneath you. Your eyes opened to see that Toji had his arms wrapped around you, a blanket tossed over the two of you as he slept. You probably should've gotten up at that moment, gone to your own bed and pretended that this never moment. But.. his arms felt too comforting for you to want to leave. The feeling of his body warmth felt better than the fuzzy blanket on top of you, your body craving just to be held by him. He fit alongside you like the missing piece of a puzzle. You laid against him once more, your eyes fluttering shut as sleep started to wash over you.

Your father had called you into his office the next morning, something he didn't bother to do after the business had expanded. He used to call you to come over so you'd learn the ropes for when he'd leave the company behind, but after he managed to get more people in his company board, he'd abandoned that completely. You stuck out like a sore thumb as you walked into the building, most of the workers in a combination of beige, white, and black while you had a pink skirt and white top with pearls adorning your neck. "He's waiting for you," the secretary told you as you approached the desk, handing you a visitor's badge.

Your heels clacked along the marble floors as you walked into your father's office, expecting to find him alone. Rather, you were met with two men in suits standing next to your father. "Come in, don't be shy," your father motioned for you to come over, putting on the caring facade he always did when someone was close. You tentatively walked over, introducing yourself to the men and shaking their hands. You felt a sense of disgust fill your body when the younger of the men looked at you with a predatory gaze, his stare too hungry for your liking. You wiped your hand on the side of your skirt when nobody was looking, waiting for your father to announce the reason you were here.

"So this is Mr. Ishihara. He runs a successful software protection company that's in more than 15 countries by now. And we plan on merging our business together," your father started off, your brows knitting together in confusion. While you could recognize that the idea had a lot of potential, you weren't sure why exactly he was telling you these details. "We've discussed about this merger, and we believe that the best way for us to go along this is if you get married to his son. I know I'm springing this on you all of a sudden which is why I reserved some spots at a restaurant for the two of you to get an opportunity to know each other," your father elaborated, making your stomach drop at his words.

You weren't sure what exactly it was you were expecting out of this business meeting, but you certainly weren't expecting to be used as a chess piece for your father's plans. "So what? You just plan on using me to your disposal?" You asked him once the two men left his office, your voice low enough so nobody outside would overhear. Though, you wanted everybody to hear just how angry you were at the prospect and yet all you could do was just silently seethe. "Don't start with me now. Think about who funds your little shopping sprees and who funds practically everything in your life before you speak to me like that again," his voice was stern as he spoke to you, his gaze no longer on you but on a document his assistant brought over. That managed to shut you up for the time being despite the fact that you wanted to keep yelling at him until he changed his mind.

You'd gotten back home a couple minutes later, having a mini breakdown in your car before you walked up the stairs to your penthouse. You were surprised to see that Toji wasn't around anywhere, not lounging around on the sofa or making himself something to eat. You searched for him around the house since his car was still parked outside, unsure of why you were so concerned about what he was up to. a part of you just wanted something to remain stoic for the time being, his presence being able to provide just that while another part of you just wanted to be next to him despite the fact that he only seemed to tolerate you out of duty.

"Do you mind if I join?" You asked, stepping out into the balcony where you welcomed by the scent of the blunt he was smoking. "Thought good girls like you don't smoke," he retorted, passing you the blunt as he turned to look over you. "Half the rich does cocaine, so what's the harm?" You uttered, taking a hit from the blunt and holding the smoke in your lungs for a couple seconds before exhaling. "Yeah, but you're not like the other rich folk. What's up, little brat?" He asked once you handed the blunt back to him, holding it in his hand before taking a hit from it.

You weren't sure if was just the stress that you were under or whether you found him particularly irresistible during this moment, but you leaned in to kiss him after he'd taken a hit. The smoke in his lungs went into your mouth as your lips pressed against his, your tongue exploring every inch of his mouth in a fervor. If any photographer was walking by at the moment, they would've been able to see you in plain view as you kissed your bodyguard. But you couldn't find it in you to care about maintaining your image, not when the combination of his lips and the weed was intoxicating you beyond belief. You pulled away, exhaling the smoke that had been in his mouth before coughing.

Toji blinked slowly as he tried to regain his composure from the kiss, the taste of your lips almost taking him off balance. He'd had plenty of experience with other women before, but none of them felt the same way that you did. He let out a small chuckle when he heard your coughing fit, handing you a bottle of water he'd brought for himself just in case. "My dad wants to marry me off to some guy I don't even know because he says it'll be good for business," you told him once you finished coughing, leaning against the balcony as you watched him exhale the smoke in an 'o' shape after taking another hit. It was hard for him to pretend like he didn't want to kiss you again, like he already didn't miss the feeling of your lips despite it only being mere seconds.

"So if you don't like it, don't go through with it. You're a grown woman who can make her own decisions," he told you as he turned to face you, his attention now solely resting on you. "It's not that simple, you know? He's the whole reason i even have anything," you let out a small sigh as you spoke, the situation becoming crystal clear to you now. "You're just a puppet for your daddy, is that it? Because if you really wanted to, you could put that marketing degree of yours to use," he responded, the words lingering in the air along with the smoke from the blunt. You decided to just share the blunt with him in silence, ignoring the way that looked at you through the corner of his eye.

The kiss was nothing more than a fleeting moment, something that neither you or Toji wanted to bring up for discussion first. Nothing about the process of getting ready for the dinner date excited you, not even the new heels from Chanel that you'd be wearing. You assured yourself that you'd probably just end up ghosting him after this dinner date, that the marriage wasn't something that was actually taking place. If things came to the worst, you'd probably just take Toji's advice and start a career in something to do with marketing. Though you weren't sure if you could get accustomed to living humbly after getting the sweet taste of what living luxuriously meant, but that seemed like the better option than getting married to someone you'd be unhappy with until he croaked or ended up asking for a divorce.

"Do you mind putting this on me?" You asked Toji once you stepped downstairs, holding a gold pendant in your hands with a ruby in the middle. His hands did quick work of putting the necklace on you, his eyes lingering on the way that the dress managed to fit your curves to perfection. "You're going through with this, little brat?" He asked you, despite knowing the answer as he grabbed his coat from the hanger. "If the dinner date ends up badly, I'll just order in wings for the two of us to eat again," you told him, grabbing his hand once he'd extended it to you. His hand felt like the perfect fit against yours, slightly bigger but it curled around you like it was something meant to be. He opened up the door for you before getting inside the car, starting to drive to the restaurant.

Upon sitting down at the restaurant, you could already tell that this was going to be one of the hardest dates to go through. Toji was sitting down from the table across from you, pretending like he wasn't listening to every word that came out of your mouth. "And maybe if you're interested, we can take a boat ride on my 10 million yacht. I got Tyler the Creator to perform on it once," your date, Kei, spoke as you tried to keep your focus on what he was telling you. Truth was, no matter how hard you willed yourself to try to pay attention to him, your mind always kept going to other things. Such as, how good Toji looked like in comparison to your date. He was manspreading at the table, lazily flipping through the menu as he rolled his eyes. Presumably at the 'extra fuckin' shit' as he could call it.

"Are you listening to me?" Kei asked you after a while, surely getting bored of his own voice after speaking about his money for 15 minutes straight. "Mhm," you responded, despite the fact that you were looking at the fork in your hand wondering if you could get away with sticking it in your eye to get away from this date. You settled on just putting the fork down into the pasta that you'd ordered, taking a bite out of it as he continued to talk about what summer plans he had. You looked up from your plate to see Toji scowling at the two of you, his right eye twitching at the sight of seeing you actually interacting with him. Though you didn't have any interest in the in front of you, you figured you could at least make toji jealous.

"That's sooo interesting. I can't believe you have that," you added in after Kei talked about one of his cars, the beaming smile that he gave you only making you want to leave this dinner even faster. The words you were telling him were only fueling to his narcissism, his speech starting to become even faster now that you'd displayed an interest into what he's talking about. you tried not to laugh as you looked over at Toji, his fists curled up in a ball before his eyes met yours. He broke eye contact first, coughing into his arm before looking away from the sight. You forced yourself to look away from him and back at the man in front of you, adding in a couple 'ooh's' and 'ah's' to maintain the illusion that you were paying attention.

"I hope to see you soon, chérie. I really liked this date," Kei told you as the two of you walked out the restaurant, his hand grabbing yours before he pressed a kiss on it. You simply nodded along, walking with toji back to the car. "Like hell you will," he grumbled to himself, just loudly enough for you to make out if you really tried. You decided not to address it, choosing to add more fire to the flame. "I don't know, I think he's a very sweet guy. Huge collection of Lamborghinis and stuff," you simply said as Toji pulled out the parking lot, the look on his face telling you that your tactics were working. The two of you sat in silence once he turned on the radio, the song filling up the air as he started the drive back home.

He'd managed to keep his composure throughout the duration of the elevator ride but as soon as the two reached your penthouse, he picked you up and tossed you over his back like you weighed nothing. "Let me go, you asshole!" You exclaimed, your fists hitting his back despite the fact it felt like nothing more than a tap to him. A smack to your ass stopped your movements, your hands falling to your sides before you were suddenly dropped down on your king bed. Toji was on top of you, his lips hovering above yours before you leaned into seal the kiss. your fingers wrapped themselves in his hair, pulling him even closer to you before his lips went down to your neck and collarbone.

"Don't leave me with too many marks," you whispered, the grip on his hair tightening as you felt him bite down into your collarbone. "I'll leave you with as many marks as I want. See if that asshole will be so happy to see you again," he responded, his lips now attaching themselves to your neck as he kissed on every inch of skin exposed to him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as a way to close the gap between the two of you, a small giggle escaping from your lips when you felt him pressing down on a particular spot in the back of your neck. "I'll take advantage of that later," he murmured, his lips coming back to your own to mark what he'd specifically been longing for after this evening.

He started unzipping your skirt before eventually losing his patience, the zipper flying across the room. "I'll get a new one for you," he murmured, leaning in and pressing a kiss on your inner thigh. "That was a Louis Vuitton skirt," you grumbled, the sound turning into a small moan as you felt his teeth sink into your thigh the slightest bit. "Then your daddy can get it for you," he told you, his lips moving to where you needed him the most before he pulled away suddenly. "What was that for?!" you complained, sitting up to see what his problem was. He pressed his palm on your stomach to keep you down, a smirk on his face as he looked over at you. "I want you to beg for it, little brat."

"I don't know how," you whined, wiggling your legs just to feel him touch you again. You were telling him the truth, all you had to do was just ask to get what you wanted, the situation never resorting to a position where you had to beg. "Come on princess, I'm sure you'll get it if you try hard enough," he teased you, his mouth lingering over your clothed pussy. "Please, I just need your mouth on me," you croaked out, doing your best to invoke your feelings into what you were begging for. "You already have my mouth on you, pretty mama. Be more specific," he responded, keeping his head where it was as he continued to tease you. "Please, just eat me out! I need your tongue inside me so bad!"

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He cooed down at you, taking off your panties in one swift motion before getting in between your legs. "Always knew you had such a pretty cunt underneath those little skirts," he whispered to himself, pressing kisses on your inner thighs before he moved on to your folds. His tongue collected the slick that had been leaking out of you, his head moving from side to side as he ravaged your folds like a man starved. He was messy with the way that he ate you out, solely working off his own desperation and your own. He stuck his tongue inside of you, the muscle exploring every inch that your cunt had to offer him until he found your g-spot.

Your hand came down to his head as he started thrusting his tongue in and out of you, your slick visible on his lips and his chin every time he pulled it out. He moaned out into your cunt as you continued to leak around him, the vibrations going straight through to you. You couldn't keep quiet with each one of his ministrations, the feeling of his tongue sending you towards the edge of bliss. Your hips thrusted to meet the speed of his tongue, needing some kind of friction with the stimulation that you were getting. You pushed his head forward just to feel him all that much closer to you, your nails practically digging into his scalp with each suck and swipe of his mouth.

He pulled his tongue out of your cunt and slid two fingers inside with ease, his mouth attaching itself to your clit as he swirled his tongue around the nub. His fingers curled up in a 'come here' motion, the angle allowing him to stimulate your g-spot at the same time. Your legs shook underneath him as you felt the knot inside you getting closer and closer to snapping, your mouth parted. "Don't come yet. Hold it in for me ma," you could barely make out what he said as he continued to suck on your clit, the prospect of having to wait too long making you nervous. You weren't sure how long you could fend off your impending orgasm, his fingers stretching you out with every movement that he made.

"I can't hold it in anymore. Please let me cum," you whined, your voice high pitched as you felt yourself getting dangerously close to teetering off the edge. "Okay, cum," he whispered, the knot inside you unraveling as your release coated his fingers. He pulled away, bringing his fingers up to his mouth as he sucked the essence lingering on them. He brought his head back to your cunt, cleaning off any excess that he might've missed with his fingers. You felt yourself growing overstimulated when his tongue went inside your cunt once more, your hand tapping on his shoulder to get him to back off. He did as obliged, pulling away only to take off his own clothing.

If you thought looking at him in a compression shirt was a blessing to earth, seeing him shirtless was more enticing. You could make out every ridge of his body, the way that his muscles flexed with every movement as he unzipped his pants. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of his clothed cock, his dick practically straining against the material of his boxers. His dick slapped against his stomach as he took it out of its confines, already hard just from eating you out. you got on your knees, albeit a bit nervously given the size of him. "You can take it mama. I know you can please me," he told you after seeing the look on your face, placing his hand on the back of your head. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to prove him right and please him.

You started off by licking the reddened tip, Toji’s muscles already starting to tense underneath you. Your tongue swirled around it tentatively, almost as a way of exploring his body now that you had him. He let out a small moan when you opened your mouth to start sucking on the cockhead, your tongue swirling underneath his length. You slowly started to make your way down his length, letting your mouth get used to the intrusion before you went ahead and did anything drastic. Your cheeks hollowed in an attempt to make this easier for yourself, taking in more and more of his cock once your mouth didn't feel so restricted. You started bobbing your head up and down his length, your tongue running around the couple veins adorning the sides.

Your nose was pressed up against his neatly trimmed pubic hairs, the tip of his cock touching your uvula. You felt your eyes start to water, pulling away with a 'pop' before you went back to sucking him the way you were. You spat down his length just to make things easier for the both of you, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock as your mouth sucked on the tip. "So close," his voice came out in a shaky moan as he alerted you of his orgasm, his legs starting to tremble slightly. He tapped you on the shoulder to get you to get off before he came, but you kept your mouth and swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock. Spurts of cum landed on your tongue a couple seconds later, some of it dripping down from the corner of your mouth as you swallowed it.

Your legs were practically up to your chest as he pushed his cock inch by inch inside of you. Though the process didn't hurt too badly from your prior orgasm, you still felt yourself getting filled to the brim with every inch that he kept pushing in. "Stop, stop. I can't take it," you looked up at him as you spoke, the girth of his cock feeling like it was splitting you apart. He stopped his movements and let you get adjusted to the inches that he'd put in before starting the process over until he bottomed out. You let out a gasp when he retracted and pushed himself back in, your hands gripping his arms.

"Tell me ma. You think that silver spoon kid could fuck you the way I’m doing right now? Get you so dumb off cock like I am?" You wanted to say something to defy his statement but all you could let out was a pathetic mewl as he fucked into you relentlessly. He'd sped up the pace when you got adjusted properly, his balls slapping against your cunt shamelessly with every thrust that he took. "Who's the only one that can fuck you like this?" He asked, looking down at you as his hands gripped your thighs. You could tell just from the way he was holding you that you might have some bruising tomorrow, but you didn't care. Not with the way that he was fucking into you. With such desperation just to show you who you belong to.

"Silver spoon could fuck me like this too," you spat out, trying to get him even more jealous if that was even possible. You arched your back and let out a moan as his cock thrusted into you deeper, his grip on your thighs getting tighter. "What'd you say?" He inquired, holding your cheeks together with one hand as he fucked into you. "Nothing! Just don't stop, making me feel so good," you retracted your words in an instant when you felt his thrusts start to falter on purpose. You wished you could've said something back to him if only just to get rid of the smirk on his face, but you couldn't think about anything else other than how good his cock felt stretching you out to the brim.

"Maybe I should fuck a kid into you, little brat. Show that fucker that he can't have you anymore," he murmured as he felt your cunt clench around him, gripping around him with every movement that he made. He brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing circles on the nub and flicking it just to get you that much closer to your orgasm. You felt his cock hit your g-spot, a loud moan erupting from your chest at both of the spots getting stimulated. "Oh fuck Toji! Right there," you whined out, this orgasm feeling much different than the one you'd had earlier. He pulled out of you, your juices squirting out of you immediately as they leaked down your legs, his stomach, down to the sheets.

He flipped you over to your stomach, your back arching instinctively as his hands went to your hips. Your walls enveloped his cock perfectly as he slipped in, gripping him like a vice. One of his hands slapped across your ass cheek, the fat jiggling underneath him. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked. You didn't have to make me jealous, doll," he told you, his hand slapping across your once more before his hips snapped into yours. The grip that he had on your hips intensified, holding you tightly as he continued to use you as his personal fleshlight. His thrusts grew more relentless, the room filled with the smell of your combined orgasms and the sounds of your ass meeting his cock.

Your orgasm approached you quickly after the sensitivity from the prior one, your walls clenching around him tightly and your juices soaking him completely once you unclenched. You felt his thrusts start to get sloppier and less methodical, a sign that he was close to his orgasm too. "Please give it to me! Need you to fuck your cum into me," you moaned at him, turning your head to look back at him. "So pretty when you beg, little brat. It suits you," his voice came out strained, ropes of cum shooting inside you. He pulled out slowly, his head in between your legs to clean up any of the cum that was dripping down your thighs. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he licked a stripe up your folds before delivering a small smack on your ass.

You wouldn't have taken Toji for the kind of guy to take care of you after sex, but he'd started up a bath for you while you were coming down from your orgasm. "You need help gettin' up?" He asked, carrying you into his arms before you got the chance to respond. His arms flexed slightly underneath you as he guided you into the bathroom, setting you down in the lukewarm water. He grabbed one of your bath bombs, putting it into the water to dissolve before getting in with you. He sat down behind you, his hands rubbing small circles on your thighs as the water eased the ache in your legs. "Made for taking this cock," he murmured, your back resting against his chest. "So romantic."

"For you, always," he retorted, helping you up once the aroma of the bath bomb faded away. He made sure to drain the water before you had the chance to, having everything to ease your comfort at the moment. He ran a washcloth across your skin, making sure to clean up every crevice. There was nothing seductive about the way he was touching, simply a form for him to show the affection he felt towards you. You returned the gesture, running a warm washcloth over his back before handing it back to him. He stayed under the water for as long as you needed to, occasionally giving you a small kiss on the cheek.

You took the opportunity to look at yourself in the mirror once he was finished cleaning you up, letting out a small wince at the amount of hickeys and bite marks littered on your neck and chest. You glared at Toji as he came over, wrapping his arms around your stomach from behind. "Don't look at me like that mama. You know I had to show them who fucks you this good," he whispered, his head resting on the crook of your shoulder. "I look like I got attacked by a damn vampire," you grumbled, the marks already starting to darken to a shade of purplish-red. Your anger wasn't too serious, you knew that you could cover it up if you needed to but it was entertaining to get his reaction. "Least he'll get the point now. If not, I'll just fuck you again."

[theamityelf]

Have you ever noticed that whenever people do protag switches it's always dr1/sdr2 or sdr2/ndrv3 but never dr1/ndrv3? I feel like that has unthought of potential. May I ask how you think that would go in both cases?

Ooooooh, I love it. Let's see. Let me try not to let my character biases factor in here, lol. (And you can obviously ask for elaboration on any of this, because clearly I'm not going to be super focused. Pretty much just stream of consciousness.)

In all scenarios, at least some of the deaths would happen differently, to different people, by different people, etc.

The Shuichi in THH scenario depends so heavily on which character he attaches himself to right away, lol. Unless we mean Kaede in THH?? Okay, that gets its own section. Yeah, let me section this...

Shuichi in THH

Like I said, this one depends on which character he attaches himself to right away. It could be Hina for her positivity and energy; she's probably the closest to Kaede, there. It could be Taka, who is also high energy and has the added bonus of being called the Ultimate Moral Compass. Shuichi really wants someone to be decisive and strongly believe in something when he feels he can't, and I can see Taka being that person for him. Where Shuichi's scared of doing the wrong thing and hurting people, he can feel assured that what Taka believes is generally going to be right.

Also great because, for all his passion, Taka's actual observations about the school are generally very surface level, so having Shuichi tag along will give him more information to report in his booming voice, while Shuichi gets to chill in his shadow.

When Taka and Mondo have their sauna showdown, I think Shuichi wouldn't go to bed when nighttime comes; he is more loyal to Taka than the nighttime promise. So he'd see the whole inception of the Ishimondo friendship, and I think it would take him a while to trust Mondo. There would be definite "Are you sure about this guy?" energy between him and Taka once Mondo is rolled into their friend group.

And due to Shuichi's overlap of being unfailingly loyal and super harsh when someone brings it out of him, I think the moment Byakuya talks crap about Taka, Shuichi would be the entire Byakuya Hate Squad.

Toko and Genocider would be interesting, because I think Shuichi's fear of convicting someone and ruining their life or getting them killed would interact in an interesting way with the prospect of Genocider Syo, who has gotten away with tons of murders because no one caught her...but then also Toko, who is just a temperamental artist who doesn't want to kill anyone and I bet Shuichi's read "So Lingers the Ocean". I think Toko and Syo would be a reason for Shuichi to confront his feelings about punitive justice. They're practically two diametrically opposed arguments in one body: Syo kills because she likes to, she doesn't regret it, she will keep doing it if no one stops her, but Toko has no choice but to be involved in it, etc. Idk. It's still a bad look for DID representation, so maybe we can take or leave that whole plot thread, but it would do interesting things for Shuichi's character, thematically.

He and Kyoko would work together frequently on investigations (in more of a parallel play kind of way) but not really develop the same bond of trust that she had with Makoto. They trust each other's competency, but beyond that they're not especially close.

Also, when Junko reveals this is a battle of hope versus despair, he would tear apart her whole argument. Like: No, this is a battle of whether subjecting people to absurd conditions might make them hurt each other, and the answer is obvious. Grow up.

It'd be interesting, lol.

Kaede in THH

In this case, I think she'd start off fully believing that someone is going to rescue them. She meets Byakuya and she's like, "Perfect! There's no way someone won't come looking for this guy. This will all be over soon." Since the situation in THH is more grounded than in V3, I think she wouldn't be nearly as serious about getting out until after the first motive. And even then, she's not the one who starts the killings; I still think that would be Sayaka.

I don't think any of the THH motives would really get Kaede, so she might not kill anyone.

I think she would flirt with Chihiro. She would think Chihiro is the cutest thing, and she would say so, and Chihiro would blush profusely. I think those two would get really close, and Kaede would encourage Chihiro, in Chapter 2, that they're already strong in their own way, which would cause them to really focus on using their talent to help the group.

She would also flirt with Mukuro, for however long that lasts. And she would be excited about Sayaka; another musician!

I think Kaede would absolutely match Toko's energy so hard. Toko would definitely have crap to say about her looks and probably her proportions, and Kaede would throw it right back. Honestly same deal with Syo. They would be the toxic yuri to end all toxic yuri. (This is my first time saying "toxic yuri". Did I do it right?)

I hope she makes it long enough to see the music room. She would have a field day with Junko.

Makoto in V3

Finally, this. Wait, actually...

Makoto in V3 replacing Shuichi

Yeah, it occurs to me I have to split this one, too. Okay. I think if Makoto were in Shuichi's place, he would also partner up with Kaede. I think when the whole "tunnel escape" sequence happens, he would suggest that they go to bed and try again tomorrow before everyone reaches the "Screw this forever!" threshold.

I like to imagine, as a result of this, trying the tunnel escape would be a daily thing for a while. Just a scheduled thing that the group regularly does together, much like breakfast. They might give up on it after Chapter 1 or 2, but I just imagine it lasting longer as an activity than in canon.

He wouldn't notice the bookcase thing, so whatever Rantaro was planning would happen. I think, in that chain of events, Makoto and Kaede notice Kaito's little gathering taking place and go see what's going on there, someone spots Rantaro opening the bookshelf or just sees the bookshelf opening, and they reach the conclusion that the mastermind (or Monokuma) is making their move, resulting in a kerfuffle in which Rantaro is killed. Something like that.

I'm not saying who killed him just now; the sequence of deaths is its own thing.

I like to imagine that Kokichi calls Kaede and Makoto the team's mom and dad.

I think Kaito would be unsatisfied with Makoto's manliness, but I don't know that he'd invite him to workout sessions like he did with Shuichi in canon; I think, where Shuichi reads to Kaito as actively unconfident and in need of boosting, Makoto more reads as overly apologetic and easily manipulated/malleable. And depending on how long Kaede survives, I think Kaito would be less likely to treat Makoto as his sidekick than to just say that he, Kaede, and Makoto are all a powerful trio. (Maki does get roped in eventually, but it starts with them.) After all, Makoto isn't an accomplished detective; he's just a normal guy doing his best. And even when he does a really good job, it doesn't make Kaito all that insecure. The vibe is just different. (An Ultimate Detective effortlessly surpassing Kaito's efforts versus an Ultimate Luckster surpassing Kaito's efforts through high efforts of his own.)

The lack of Shuichi means the group does not have a detective. I think a result of this will be that Kokichi would be a bit more active in guiding the protagonists towards clues.

Maki still falls in love with Kaito, and she's also super protective of Makoto, mainly because he's short and can't take a hit. (If Kaito ever punched him, he would pass right out. But I don't think Kaito does punch him.)

Whenever Tenko talks to him, he reflexively apologizes. It's a running gag. His narration will be like, Why am I apologizing? and This was a pretty weird conversation...

Makoto in V3 replacing Kaede

Now, in this case, I'm imagining Makoto manages to trip out of the locker, does a full tumble over Shuichi, and bumps his head on a desk. Just full disaster stuff right off the bat, and Shuichi panics like "Are you okay??" and checks his head, makes sure he didn't bump it too badly, etc. I'm specifying this because Makoto won't be as energetic right out the gate as Kaede, but I do think Shuichi would really like and trust him if he stayed with him for longer than a second, so this is a contrivance to make sure Shuichi stays with him for longer than a second. Some luck, if you will.

(It might not be totally necessary; if they wake up in the same room, it makes sense for Makoto and Shuichi to stick together through the introductions. But this is just to make sure, lol.)

In this version of Chapter 1, they try the escape tunnel a normal amount of times and then give up on it, never to attempt it again (until Electrohammers).

Shuichi notices the bookcase, and they do set up the cameras, but there's no shot put ball trick. Rantaro dies a different way (likely orchestrated by Tsumugi) and the cameras are crucial evidence in the trial that follows.

Because of the steps needed to get to the camera plan, there's a running gag where Miu sees Makoto and Shuichi as her subs. Kaito sees Makoto and Shuichi as his sidekicks. (In this version, the nightly workouts do happen.)

Kokichi tries to make Kaito jealous of Shuichi's closeness with Makoto. (Kind of like, "Why would Shuichi need you when he has Makoto?")

In both versions, I like to think that Tsumugi relates to Makoto on the basis of plainness...or competes with him over it, to his confusion.

And in both versions, I think Makoto finds Angie really cute at first and they hang out a few times, before she starts the Student Council thing. He's kind of her friend. When he doesn't join her, it lowkey hurts her feelings a lot, but she expresses this by casually calling him a heretic.

Aaaand, in both versions, Makoto is the only person Kaito can best in the arcade games.

[sl-vega]

✧Sticking to the Script✧-09

⋆｡°✩ 09-i swear i'm not a gold digger guys

You and Xingqiu were walking together in a park, hand-in-hand, fingers interlocked. To any passerby, you looked like any other young couple. Xingqiu had brought you to this park before, you had grown accustomed to listening to his rambles about literature, while the two of you walked together, you had found it rather endearing.

"My apologies, I was rambling again, wasn't I?" he said as his face flushed. He had such a formal way of speaking. You didn't know why, but you always observed his mannerisms.

"It's not fair for me to just go on and on. How's the play going?" he asked, trying to switch the subject back to you.

So polite too, you had thought. Chaoxi never acted like that when the two of you were together. Wait, you said to yourself, that's not fair to Xingqiu. Even if the two of you weren't actually together, it still wasn't right to constantly compare him to your ex.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Xingqiu's asked, his grip on your hand tightening. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff." you replied, feeling guilty about your previous thoughts. "Production hasn't started yet." you said, answering his previous question.

He muttered a quiet "Oh." before the two of you continued walking in silence. "How long have you been acting?" he asked, attempting to hold the conversation.

"Since I was five."

"What was your first speaking role?"

"Tinkerbell, it was for a school play in first grade."

The conversation continued back and forth, he asked the questions and you gladly answered them.

"Why do you like acting?" he asked. It took you a second to think of an answer. "I like it for a lot of reasons. I love being on stage, I love making people feel things. I love becoming someone completely different, even if it's only for a brief moment." you had caught yourself going on and on this time.

"Sorry, I'm rambling-"

"I don't mind." Xingqiu had cut you off. "Sorry, I mean, I like hearing you talk." he continued, his face flushed. You smiled "Aww, you're so sweet Xingqiu." you looked at the sky, the sun was setting. TIme seemed to go by faster whenever the two of you were together.

"It's getting late, I should probably get going." you said, trying to hide your disappointment. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" he nodded as you walked away.

"Wait!" he called out. You turned around as he walked to you, getting something out of his pocket. He pulled out a small box. "I got you something, think of it as a congratulations gift." he said as he opened the small container, inside, was a ring.

A very gorgeous ring at that.

Holy shit are those diamonds?!

He placed the ring on your right ring finger. "Xingqiu-thank you really-but I can't accept this. How much did this cost you?" Xingqiu paused, thinking for a second. "$30,000?" he said, not even sure with himself.

"30K?!" you exclaimed. Sure, you knew he was rich but you didn't think he was rich-rich. "Keep it. I mentioned you to my father and he insisted on getting you something." he told you as he held your hand, preventing you from taking the ring off.

"Do you like it?" he asked. You stared at the ring, moving your hand around so the jewel could catch the fading sunlight. "I love it, I really do. Thanks Xingqiu." you said looking back up at him.

"I should probably get going now." you said with a chuckle. You gently pecked his cheek before saying goodbye and walking away.

You stared at the ring as you walked, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You smiled, a big, dumb, genuine grin.

It's been a while since someone made you smile like that

additional notes:

-filler b4 production starts

-daily updates guys :3

-SO PROUD OF THIS CHAPTER

-as per usual time stamps don't matter

-the ring image is not meant to represent the reader's skin tone, it's just there to show you how the ring looks like

-that blue heart gif represents a time skip btw

-y/n rich boyfriend era

-ty again for all the love guys

masterlist

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✧Sticking to the Script✧

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

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[defodisturbed]

tolerate it - Zdinarsk x reader

(A/N: hey y'all, tolerate it is one of, if not my favorite evermore song. also one of my top taylor swift songs in general. i felt inspired listening to it recently, so i decided to work some of my magik :3 hope y'all enjoy!! mwah)

I know my love should be celebrated

But you tolerate it

Zdinarsk was never an... affectionate person. Especially after joining the army. But with you, she showed love. Kindess, even. But something's changed recently. She's not talking to you as enthusiastically as much, not engaging in PDA like you are, and its become too much. You feel like she doesn't love you anymore. Maybe she caught feelings for someone else. No, that can't be true. She's always told you that she would never love anyone else but you. Or maybe that was just a lie.

The code to your room was punched in, you could hear it. The door opened and in walked your lover. Your wife. The RDA didn't allow marriages, especially between soldiers. But, Quaritch did some convincing (by that I mean he made a powerpoint presentation and showed it to Ardmore) and had some strings pulled. Ardmore then talked to Parker and (forcefully) had him make an exception.

(reader's pov)

"Hey, baby! How was work? Did you get assigned to any cool missions?" I said enthusiastically. Zdinarsk ignored me. "Babe?" I asked, seeing if she could hear me. She rubbed her eyes. "Huh? Oh, no, nothing really happened today." Nonchalant words flowed from her mouth, uninterested in my curiosity.

"What happened? You sound very tired." I pressed, frustrating her. "Y/N, just.. leave it be. Nothing happened to me, I promise. Just leave me alone, I have to wind down."

[Time skips a few days later, Z has gotten home from work and Y/N is complaining about her treatment of her lately.]

"Y/N, what the fuck is your problem? I don't know what I did!" Z yelled at me. "You've been so dry lately! You don't express any emotion when it comes to me or our relationship! You don't even like talking about your day after I so happily welcome you home! I'm always taking up too much space or time now, when a few months ago you'd hug me like it was the last time you'd ever hug anyone! I would die for you without a second thought! I made you my entire purpose. I've written about you in my journal over a million times. You have taken up all of my thoughts, thinking of how much I love you. Thinking of how much you make me happy. But it seems I'm an afterthought in your head, taking up no more than a grain of sand!" I started shouting.

"Well I'm sorry if I'm not leaping with joy whenever you're around! I have a very tough job where I have no clue if I'm going to see the morning, and you expect me to be so happy all the time?" Z thundered. I groaned in anger and annoyance, before responding. "I just want to feel loved! I want to feel like you appreciate me, even when you're upset! Is that so much to ask for?"

"You know I love you, it goes without saying!" She hissed back. "No, it doesn't. You have to say it, Z. You have to say it." I tried to reason with her, lowering my voice and trying to softly speak. Anger and sadness was coursing through my veins, but if I shouted any more I would lose my voice.

"I don't care, you're overreacting. It shouldn't matter if I say it or not, you should know it." Z replied, almost carefree. "If you gave me a history test without telling me anything about the subject, how would I know what answers to pick? Your argument doesn't add up. Please, let's sit and talk about this."

Z sighed and huffed before sitting on our shared bed. I sat next to her and began to explain how I felt about it. "I feel like this situation is unfair because I don't understand the sudden switch. Before, you were so happy to see me, and all of a sudden you were so annoyed with my presence no matter if I said a word or not. If I did something, I want to know so that we can resolve it."

She paused to think. "You didn't do anything, hon. I don't know why I'm acting like this, I've just been really stressed lately. I know that's no excuse, and I'm really sorry I've made you feel this way. I really didn't mean to, and I love you more than you could ever imagine. I hope you can forgive me for how I've treated you." She looked down, twiddling with her fingers anticipating my response.

I brought her in for a hug and assured her it was okay. We forgave each other, and we had Mansk make us some nice food to eat together.

MWAH hope y'all loved it teehee :33

@dyingofcookies

[runa-falls]

I've been thinking my whole shift at work if I should do this or not until now. So I have decided: fuck it!

Soooo if you're still doing the shipping game thing? 🥺 👉👈

I'm a relatively tall (1,70m/170cm because I am too dumb to convert that and I just dislike math in general) and plus size genderfluid person (all pronouns are good). I've had my undercut and blue dyed hair for ages now and mostly wear black or dark colors. No piercings or tattoos (yet).

I'm passionate about my writing even though I am just constantly exhausted and tired 😅 I enjoy pretty much any type of media and will talk somebody's ear off if I found another subject/piece of media/fictional character that lives rent-free in my brain.

I switch hobbies regularly because I can't focus on one thing for long. I usually do 3 tasks at a time because otherwise my brain isn't stimulated enough.

I really don't like the outdoors (insects give me the creeps and I will run screaming if a wasp even looks my way) and prefer to be cozy inside. Mostly introverted with a few exceptions when it comes to my friends and family.

I hope this wasn't too long 😅 feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like it 👍 I hope you're having a lovely day 💙

ALRIGHT IM BACK!

i think you need someone who keeps things interesting so i ship you with santiago garcia! he will keep you thoroughly stimulated (😳) and make sure you do what you're supposed to do.

he also doesn't wear anything flashy so you could literally steal his gray shirt and stay nice and comfy in it! actually, he loves see you in his clothes and will regularly wrap his jacket around you whenever you're in public.

*takes jacket off* "why did you even bring a jacket, santi? it's 31°C right now!"

*refuses to take the jacket back* "just in case!"

"what, just in case there's suddenly a blizzard in the middle of the summer?"

"...will you wear it when we get home?" (AHHH SIMP ALERT SIMP ALERT)

he would love to hear you talk on and on about your current obsessions even though he's not very familiar with any media at all 😂 i mean he could, he has all the opportunities to, but he enjoys hearing you talk about it more. (you do, somehow, convince him to movie marathons regularly, but ofc the dilf falls asleep -- he's an early sleeper/early riser)

santi will be there to catch or kill any bug you need whether it's an ant or a wasp, he'll shield you with his body and deal with it for you. and he's happy to stay at home with you than go camping or something bc his back is not made for that. after years of fighting in the military he loves the peace and quiet of just chilling at home.

[az-cain]

santi x reader smut w “make a little magic” by the nitty gritty dirt band?? lmk if yall want to b tagged in this whenever i write it lol

background: maybe they’re on a business trip (i’m thinking lobbyists maybe for boeing?) and you stay in a nice hotel, the two of you are close friends of 10+ years and good coworkers so you share a room w/ two queen size beds, but one of you has a nightmare so bc you have nightmares of the same things, one of you switches beds.

I don't need the same excuses / All this talk is really useless / You run for cover / Everytime I'm close to you

maybe yn has a crush on him, kinda shies away when they’re one on one lately. maybe that hurts him a little, gives him the opposite idea.

Don't want to hear about the others / There's something here we should discover / Let's make a little magic / Before the night is through

either yn or santi mentions a date or an ex? n the other gets kinda touchy

Oh, you've seen it all before / And heard the same lines / But if you're willing to take a chance / It could be all right, so fine / We'll find ourselves dancing by firelight

“what? we’ve talked abt this before.” / “well yeah but.. idk. i just don’t wanna think abt that rn.” / “why not?” / “doesn’t matter.” / “why not” / “don’t wanna lose you” (kind of an evasion, could mean they dont want someone else to have the other or they dont want anything to happen to them”

So don't you try to change the subject / Or try to put yourself above it

see above

A boy could get pneumonia sitting next to you / That's true

“don’t lock down on me, let me in. how long have we been friends?” / “..10+ years. and i’m not locking down on you.” / “right. so you know that whatever’s bothering you, you can tell me. it won’t change how i feel about you or anything if that’s.. the concern?”

A little sleep is all we're losing / It's up to us to do the choosing / Let's make a little magic before the night is through / Make a little magic before the night is through

“look. i don’t want to hear about your date, because i don’t want you going on dates with anyone but me.” then smut! yay!

Ooh, to the blue skies / Where no one can reach us / It may sound crazy but just hold on tight / Never has a love run deeper / Baby my heart is true / Baby my heart is true

“i’ve loved you since basic” “i’ve loved you since rotc, dumbass”

A little sleep is all we're losing / It's up to us to do the choosing / Let's make a little magic before the night is through

more smut

[bemylord]

truth or dare

peirings: kuroo x fem!reader x kenma.

warnings: smut, aged up, oral, gagging, threesome, nipples play, overstimulating, hint of poly relationship.

w/c: 1.9k

kuroo and kenma are your closest friends - both of them would help you out anytime or talk to your whenever you want it. both of them are happy to spend their evenings with you: they're needed for your relaxing body massage you once give them or you both prefer to watch anime. sometimes, you do the homework - the time where's kuroo yelling at you and kenma for being bad at the subject. although, if you're getting good grades at school, he still mad - you aren't good at his point. after studying, both of you would play a video game. now, kenma is the best player among you.

'how is that possible you don't know how to play? gosh, i'll show only once, i won't teach you forever, nerds'

quiet notes from kenma to you on how to win kuroo.

generally, they both are funny and good friends. one call to kuroo or kenma and he'll be around you, comforting his friend.

'till the moment kuroo propose to play a game, named truth or dare.

'it'd be fun, what do you think, y/n-chan?'

'i'm in!'

the thought it'd cheerfully and you'll have merrily game didn't last long. it was fun to a certain point in the game.

'truth or dare, kenma-kun?' asked vivaciously kuroo. he has been joining since he came up with

'truth'

'are you in love with someone?'

kenma is speechless, his eyes widened as he heard the question. he gulped, closing his eyes.

'seriously, in love?' kenma responded with a question, crossing arms on the chest, staring at his friend like he told a lewd thing.

'i mean that, give us an answer!'

'yes, i am' you covered your mouth with a hand, gazing at the blond one. the game started and you found out an interesting thing about kozume.

'who are they? do we know them?' you inquired, putting your hand on kenma's shoulder, rubbing it a cheerful way. kinda, you glad that your friend settled down by found a girl with whom he wants to be. although, why is he keeping it aside from you? aren't you friends with him?

'it's the second question, now i'm running. y/n-chan, truth or dare?'

'how rude you're, truth'

'the same question. do you love someone?'

you exhaled, musing about the question. the warm feeling born in your chest when you're with boys. you've never caught yourself at the thought you're in love with them. you love them as friends, maybe something more, but you aren't in love. it must be a wrong feeling.

'i don't know. it's just complicated, i've got feelings for.. for someone, but don't think i'm in love'

'are you hiding some information apart from me?' kuroo indignantly screamed, pointing at you. he moaned lingering, twisted his tongue, not looking at you. 'being in love it's awesome, why you both didn't tell me early, i-i' he interrupted himself, reflecting on the phrase he said.

'kuroo-san, truth or dare?'

'dare'

you're smiling sinisterly, rubbing your hands, guessing over the dare. it would humorously tell him to do something easy, so you're kept thinking about it whilst found acceptable dare.

'do a striptease for us'

it's entertaining to watch as his emotions changing from calm to frowning, in the eyes new emotion - mingled astonishment and stupefaction. knockout dare took him off guard - he didn't expect you would dare an obscene action like a strip.

'you will regret about it, y/n'

those eyes that expressed stupefaction transformed to the lustful and lascivious. there is no fear of unknowing what you'll dare next, there's lust and dissolute.

kuroo took his shirt off, exposing a pumped-up body - he has those fucking six-pack, not like a bodybuilder, but damn, his upper body literally saying: fuck me. he's coming closer to you with small steps, playing with his chest and abs using hands. you didn't notice how fast kuroo he put his knees between your legs, running his fingers on your shoulders to the neck, squeezing your narrow neck, pulling his face in your ear.

'you liked it, y/n, like my strip-' he did a little pause, licking your ear. the goosebumps are running over your body, as long as you're trying to avoid the familiar feeling. you closed your eyes, attempting his body. 'tease'

he moved away from you, back at his previous position, staring at kenma. his mand is hazy of the action kuroo did: was it real or he was guided by the dare. crafty type.

'kenma, truth or dare?' he's acting like it was nothing, like he didn't tease by half-muttering in your ear, which gave you goosebumps, and your breath was taken away. for credibility, he licked your earlobe, isn't it enough?

'since the game is getting hotter, dare, kuroo'

'show us the person you're in love with'

isn't the game hotter than a sun? on that point, is getting closer to that temperature. kenma stood up, staring at his teammate - some line is connecting them, binding them as some rivals for your attention. kenma sat behind you, put hands on your shoulders, breathed out on the back of your neck, make your knees go weak. 'she's sitting in front of you'

goosebumps are running over your body, breath stuck in your throat as kenma touched your shoulder with his warm palm, rubbing your skin gently. you exhaled, as kenma lingering on your neck, raises the chin up, blowing in your left ear, kissing it concurrently.

'and i'm kissing her'

you opened your mouth, not trying to resist, moisten chapped lips erstwhile were humidified due to the lip gloss. not trying to resist, when kuroo put your small hand on his six-pack; your hands are running over lumpy muscles whilst the blond one licking your collarbone. suddenly, you felt his hands under the shirt, denuding your breast to kuroo. you were up to close your legs, but the hand of the guy in front of you didn't allow it.

'you're so concupiscent, y/n. let us do the thing, baby girl. we'll treat you as your queen, your little girl' uttered kuroo, approaching his face on your nipple. 'can i?'

there must an answer, although everything you could do muttering indistinctly, feeling the unknowing sense down there. so marvelous, voluptuous, and vulnerable it is. kuroo barely touched your nipple with the tip as kenma slipped a hand into your shorts. you lay the back on kenma's chest, unconsciously spreading legs apart. outlining yet hard areola, kuroo lick it, biting just lightly the nipple. he has been enjoying it even more than you, receiving from two boys delight.

kenma pull aside your shorts, discovered you aren't wearing the panties. he snorted, rubbing an index finger on your folds. what could be more pleasant than this moment? the captain of a nekoma team is licking your nipples whilst the setter is playing with your pussy. you're lost in his caress: it seems there's no more air, no more feelings besides lust and desire.

kuroo pulls away from you, unzip his pants: a thick dick dropped in front of your face, covered in veins, the head is red from the pressure of your tiny body. the precum appears on the glans as you touched the hot cock, stroking with a hand from the tip 'till your little finger touches the pubis. you smear the drop of his semen with a tongue, lick the head, pull inside the wet mouth.

'you haven't seen something big as my cock, sweetie?' he giggled, thrust more in your warm, little mouth. you're sandwiched between two hot bodies, receiving and giving oral sex. abruptly, kenma make a fist of your hair, nudging your head deeper on kuroo's cock 'till your nose meets with the skin. you chocked, not having time for rest, in addition, kenma's abrupt push makes you gag even more. kenma entering his finger inside your tight pussy, still nudging you.

'get on the bed, baby' kuroo hoisted you up. somehow, you managed to stand on your fours, letting kuroo eating you out, giving kenma your face to fuck. maybe it's their smells, such as aphrodisiac; not paying attention to the pain in your throat due to their fat cocks, you're sucking blond's member whilst kuroo greedily licking out you, preparing for the cock. it seems it has been an eternity since you've been doing it, whereas it doesn't take longer than a quarter of the time.

'don't worry, sweetie, i'll be gentle, just relax'

you're practically been dripping under his face, yet when you felt the gland at the entrance you knew it won't be easy: kuroo won't stop till he goes into you entirely. you're getting lost as many times you came on the captain's tongue, perhaps two or three, nevertheless it hurts when he's attempting to pull his cock in. with a certain slosh kuroo went in your cunt deep, but slow, stopping his movements, giving you a couple of second to get used to the new feeling. new orgasm is building up as soon as kuroo asked you with a husky voice about your well-being.

'are you okay? i could pull it out if you're-'

'move, kuroo. you can'

tremendously soft and big concurrently, but his smug grin appears as he heard your order: it's maddening him to be inside you. gradually, the captain starts to increase the pace, as his balls slapping against your cunt.

kenma is blissful as never: he could only think about the godlike blowjob like this one. your tongue is running from the tip to the balls, gagging by it. tears start to fall down on your cheeks, leaving the wet trace, though you aren't stopping: you're a masochist if you're relishing something like that. you would answer: yes, i am, but your mouth is full by kenma's dick.

'i will cum in your mouth, can i, kitten?'

kenma is breathing heavily, scarcely would last longer, as you feel as his cock is twitching and getting hotter. you switched your mouth on his glans, sucking and stroking the base, helping to reach the high.

'me too, y/n, get ready for mine semen in your mouth too'

so fucking full of sperm you'll be in a few seconds. kuroo pulls his dick out, get out of bed, coming to the edge. using your hands, you're stroking theirs cocks waiting for the cum in your mouth to taste it. both of them came simultaneously, giving you their hot semen. feeling as your cunt twitching from the big dick, swallowing their semen.

how did it turn on? what happened? you didn't know exactly, you're happy that now you're cuddling and smooching your boys, exhausted from your first time. kuroo tenderly kissing the back of your neck, burying his face into your hair, pulling closer by your waist. kenma covers your face with quick but affectional kisses, interlacing your fingers.

you're happy and lucky cuddling with boys with the guys you love. but they love you even more.

'sleep kitten, we will be here when you open your eyes'

'stop talking she's sleeping!'

'don't scream she may wake up'

'and stop being so sweet i love her more than you do'

'no, i-'

you giggled, falling asleep to their quiet muttering of 'who loves you more'

//~~//

:3 i don't know, but i was listening to this playlist it gives some vibes lol. and sorry abt last words, i had a fit of tenderness :)

[twistedmusings]

Reading Between The Lines

A/N: I feel bad whenever I say 'hey here is what I am working on' and then my muses tell me 'no...this is what you are working on'. It's like my brain can't concentrate on one thing entirely q wq. In my defense though, I'm exploring my twst faves...and Cater may be a runner up to Vil...

Warnings: Dry humping, dirty talking and a quick handjob just as unsatisfying and ungratifying as Cater feeling like maybe he shouldn't have let you go just yet.

“Whoops.”

Cater’s phone case cracked as it hit the floor, eyes locking with yours as you pull away from the Heartslabyul second year. Why had he even dropped his phone in the first place? The case had cost a lot and he had queued up for hours to get it, there should have been no reason for him to drop it.

Maybe the shock from seeing you in Heartslabyul?

No, that was normal. You were friends with Ace and Deuce after all so your presence in Heartslabyul was normal.

Maybe from seeing you in a bedroom that wasn’t a first year room?

He was coming to check up on a second year who had mentioned something about needing help in Astrology so Riddle had instructed Cater to help the guy out. The ‘strict Queen’ was aiming for the highest grade among the dorms, after all. So he was just carrying out his duty as an upperclassman!

So seeing you here, in this second year’s room, shirt around your elbows as a pair of hands--

that weren’t his--gently wrapped themselves around your waist was probably what made him drop his case.

Good to know, if he had come to that conclusion at any other time that you weren’t here, he might have said something mean to his lower-class men.

You move to fix your shirt as the second year rushes to apologize, walking up to him and spouting words Cater wouldn’t bother to hear. His eyes kept staring as you fixed yourself up to look a tad more proper than how he had found you.

It wasn’t like the sight of you in that state was unfamiliar to him, he just hadn’t seen it in a long time.

“Please just keep it between us, Cater-san! I don’t know what I’d do if the dorm head found out about this.”

He snaps out of his trance, looking down at the second year before grinning as he let out a slow hum, pretending to mull the request over in his head.

“Should I? If I remember correctly...Rule 345--Only when the sky turns red as it is dawning can a romantic partner be brought--”

“I--I’ll tell the dorm leader that you helped me with class!”

Cater grins, “That’s one way to make it up to me~ I guess for now I should leave you with a warning, right?” he tilts his head to call out to you, “The same goes for you [Y/N]-san! I can’t have you getting someone other than Ace and Deuce in trouble!”

He can't help but feel a sense of pride when you chuckle at what he had said, turning around to give him a peace sign as you walk by the second year.

“I’ll try to do an effort to hide in the closet next time.”

The second year takes your hand and kisses it, apologizing for the trouble and closing his eyes when your hands cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss, the action making Cater look down at his phone and open whatever app he saw first.

You wave goodbye as Cater closes the door quickly, not giving you a chance to look at your second year lover fully as the both of you walk down the corridors of Heartslabyul in silence.

“So.”

“Hm?”

Green eyes keep looking at his phone, scrolling through Magicam absentmindedly but sparring you one look as he sees you scratching at a hickey--he would have left a bigger one-- the second year had left behind.

“Was he any good?”

In his defense, what had started between you two was clearly labeled as a ‘no feelings allowed, we are just here to have fun’ relationship. You seemed to understand his nature better than most and were down for something that wasn’t super serious and borderline erotic in a sense.

Cater was sure that you two had done it in at least one surface in every common room in Heartslabyul. The thought kept him awake at night, actually.

“Was he any good…” you repeat the question, “As good as I’m going to get from a second year.”

“Oh the poor guy.” Cater can’t help the snort that escapes him as you two walk down a set of stairs leading to the dorm’s entrance, “It is surprising you went for him, didn’t you mention that you liked the older type?”

“Well after a certain ‘older type’ decided to end things, I thought I should try my hand at something different. Change my ways, you know?”

He didn’t know. Cater had no idea what you were talking about, in fact. Why would you have to change your ways for anyone? You were amazing, interesting, entertaining and attention-grabbing all wrapped up in an older sibling type package that he had admitted to being attracted to when he had brought up the ‘friends with benefits’ proposition. If you changed in anyway he would be disappointed--

Dammit he was doing it again.

“If you want to start a relationship with someone in Heartslabyul, I would recommend Trey. He’s handsome, hardworking and you wouldn’t go hungry. Perfect man material right there.”

Cater knew that the small jab was directed at him so he decided to switch subjects, preferring not to linger in the awkward feeling that came with the consequences of his actions.

He ended things because he had broken the rules you both had set in place. Feelings weren't allowed and yet he had let them burrow deep inside his heart and fester like some sort of unknown virus. Cater didn't care for them so he nipped the problem in the bud, broke things off in an amicable manner and moved on.

But, like with everything in his life, it had all been an act.

If it had been just the sex keeping him awake, he would have understood. He's a healthy young man and some of the activities you two engaged in would make any first year jealous. And for a while the memories of you warming his bed generally did start to make him yearn for your warmth.

It was the possibilities of what you could have had that were driving him insane.

Would you have said no to a date? The only thing you two did when you were alone were have sex, make fun of Magicam models, sleep and then have sex some more so surely you would have liked a change of scenery as well.

But he didn't know you as much as he wished he did. Nights in his bed had been spent tossing and turning as to what your answer would have been. Why did he even care? You both still hung out, you still had his number, it wasn't like either of you were dead to each other!

Cater just didn't know how to react to you seeing someone else, if that is what you were even doing in the first place.

"Trey-senpai? I guess...he is rather sweet, isn't he?"

"In more ways than one."

"...but I will have to pass." you rub the back of your neck, "You know I don't like sweets."

The clock strikes ten as Cater's eyes take all of you in, his mind blanking out for a response before he clicks his tongue and points behind him.

"Say, Prefect, I think you may have left something in my room. Mind if I give it to you now?"

-----

"Oh. Your case cracked."

"Yeah. Dropped my phone. Bummer, huh?"

"Here I thought you held onto that thing for dear life, can I see it?"

Cater laughs as he takes his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to you, turning back to dig in his drawer for the sole sock that you had left about a month ago.

Who was he bullshitting? He was panicking, plain and simple. Here he was, rummaging through his drawer like an idiot as he pretended to have a sock that he knew he didn't have all to keep you with him for a couple more minutes.

Stars, who was he? He didn't know himself anymore.

“And...dammit.” he laughs as he closes the bottom drawer of his heart closet, “Couldn’t find it. I’m sorry [Y/N]-chan, I shouldn’t have taken your time like that. Do you want me to walk you back to the dorm...or maybe you wanna talk on the phone while you walk there?”

He goes to grab his phone but stops as he turns to look at you, your fingers tracing the giant crack on the case before tapping it twice in quick succession.

“[Y/N]--”

“We both really messed up, huh?”

Cater blinks as your eyes stare at him as if, for a brief moment, you could look through him. Through the act, the apathy, the very thing that was keeping him at the seams but also making him feel like he would burst from the inside out.

“...what do you mean?”

You keep gazing at him for a couple of seconds before smiling as you hold up the phone.

“I shouldn’t have snuck into Heartslabyul to just get a need met...and you shouldn’t have walked into that poor student’s room without knocking.” you wave the phone around, “Now your precious item is broken.”

The conversation didn’t feel right. It felt as if you were saying something else and all Cater needed to do was read in between the lines.

But he refused to, he didn’t want to go below surface level. Everything would get so much more complicated if you both took that plunge.

Yet he was feeling daring, the smile on your face a clear challenge as he walked over to you and grabbed the edge of his phone.

“Maybe I wanted to break it.”

Silence reigns in the room as you two stare at each other, both of your hands holding onto the edge of his phone and daring the other to let go. He smiles and tugs on his edge, the movement effortlessly pulling you towards him as you snicker when the edge of your foot touches his.

“Cater.” you whisper as your hands slowly let go of the phone.

“Yes?” he whispers back, purposefully leaning over you as he places the phone on his desk.

“Nothing. I just like saying your name.”

Whether he started it or you started it honestly didn’t matter to him, the only thing Cater cared about was pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours so he could stop listening to all of your complicated sentences.

He didn’t understand them, he didn’t understand you.

And yet you seemed to understand him probably better than he understood himself.

Arms are around his neck as you pull him close, Cater slowly walking you back to his bed as the back of your knees hit the comforter which causes both of you to fall down. You pull away to snicker at the action but are brought right back into the kiss by needy lips, Cater whispering your name as he pushed you upwards so that you would be pressed right against the wall--

He groans when you pull away and is surprised to be kissing a pair of fingers instead of your lips, your smile still as elusive as ever as you slowly push his face away.

“I have a lover, senpai.”

Cater rolls his eyes, “I don’t like those kinds of jokes.”

“I’m not joking. It’s late so I’m just going to go over to his room and tell him that you’ll cover for us, okay? Okay. ”

You pinch his nose as you try to push him away but find your wrists grabbed and locked in place, Cater giving you a hard glare as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I said I don’t like those kinds of jokes.” he leans in and gives you another kiss, “You’re not his lover.”

“Who says that?”

“[Y/N]-chan did.” Cater’s lips press against yours again as he makes his way down to the offending hickey the second year had left on you, “The way you talk about him, the way you weren’t even embarrassed at getting caught. You are toying with the heart of one of my second years and I don’t think I can forgive you for that.”

He nips at the bruise before placing his lips on it, teeth gently opening up more blood vessels to form a much darker shade on your skin than what was left there before.

“Is that all you can’t forgive me for?”

Cater smiles against your skin as he takes your wrists and leads your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling you into his lap as he answers your question with a kiss.

His tongue meets yours this time around, both of you giggling at the familiar taste. When was the last time you two had kissed like this? Nevermind that, the question was already too annoying to think about. Instead, Cater moves his hips upwards as he groans into your lips at the wanted friction.

He takes a hold of your hips as he pushes you down to meet him mid-movement, his hips rolling up as yours are pushed down. The movement is sloppy and the action itself feels so unsatisfying but Cater almost feels as if this is the only thing he deserves from you. If either of you enjoyed this it would mean you two went too far--

“Haha...look at your face.”

Green eyes look at you as you cup the man’s face, pressing a gentle kiss on his nose as you start to roll your hips on his, meeting him halfway.

“You probably want to cum inside, right Cater-senpai?”

His hips jump at the mere thought, the idea of you laying on your side as his cum drips down from your sex all the way down your thighs.

“We did it with protection a lot ~We always followed the rules of our agreement…”

Hands dive between you two, Cater’s eyes never leaving yours as he works to get his pants off while his hands try to unbutton yours as well. You smile and meet him halfway again, taking your own bottoms off and tossing them carelessly to the side as you both are left in nothing but your underwear.

“Every time we did it--you always looked like you wanted to do something else--”

Cater takes the chance of you biting your lower lip to go a bit faster, the tip of his cock rubbing against you at a faster speed as he changed position quickly and hooked your knees over his elbows.

“And at first---at first I thought it was just you getting bored…”

He gasps when two of your fingers press right at the tip of his cock, the way he was moving his hips allowing it to rub comfortably against the padding of your fingers as you gently cooed at the precum gathering there.

“But one time I was able to see it. See what you really wanted--!”

His own hand makes his way in between the mess of hips and stuttered movements, his fingers tracing a familiar pattern up and down your sex as he feels you pull him out of his boxers and start to pump in rhythm.

“If...If you cum after me...I’ll let you cum inside...”

It’s starting to get hotter, Cater feels like he can see his own breath fogging up his vision.

“Count it as reward…”

The coil in his stomach is tightening, your hands moving faster as his stutters with the rhythm you were setting.

“For being honest with me at least one time.”

It’s a sticky mess, the white stuff sticking to your belly and his as he rides out his orgasm against your hand and stopping altogether when the feeling gets too much. His fingers work overtime before your back arches and you give into yours as well, your toes curling for a moment before your feet hit the mattress unceremoniously.

He didn’t know where in the world that had come from or what possessed you to talk like that...but that was probably the hardest he had released in the month you two stopped interacting with one another.

Cater looks at the mess once again before moving to clean it up, stopping only when he feels a hand tug at the front of his shirt and a pair of lips meeting his all over again.

“Offer is still on the table, senpai.”

You unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt, smiling as larger hands batted yours away to continue the job.

“Please do your best to hold out longer.”

[missmentelle]

How do I know if I'm being gaslit? What does that mean?

If you are experiencing “gaslighting”, it means that someone is intentionally trying to make you feel like you are irrational and insane. They will try to convince you that you can’t trust your own judgement, even about things that you experienced firsthand. The internet tends to use the term ‘gaslighting’ to describe any kind of lying or arguing, but it’s a lot more complicated than that - when you are being gaslit, it means someone is going out of their way to make you feel like you’re the crazy one who causes all the conflict in the relationship when in reality, it’s the other way around. A person who lies about liking your new haircut or starts an argument with you about whose turn it is to do the dishes is probably not gaslighting you - gaslighting is intentional, repeated, and specifically aimed at undermining your sanity and emotional stability. It is a pattern of abuse, and by definition, it can be very difficult to recognize and escape from. 

Examples of gaslighting include things like:

Insisting that things did not happen the way you remember them, even if you have proof. Maybe you and the abuser had an argument over WhatsApp yesterday, and they called you a slur. You definitely remember that this happened, because it was devastating for you, and you took screenshots in case they deleted the message. But when you confront the other person about what they said, they flat-out deny that it ever happened - in fact, they have no idea where this is coming from, and they feel insulted that you would accuse them of such a horrible thing. They didn’t do that. They’ve never done that. In fact, there was no argument. You made the whole thing up in your head. It doesn’t matter that you have screenshots - they don’t want to see them, because they know that you are totally misunderstanding what’s in them, just like you always do. When you’re being gaslit, the gaslighter doesn’t care about reality. They will flat-out deny what happened and create a new version of events that puts them in a better light, and they’ll insist that you are the one with the faulty memory for not remembering it that way. Even with evidence right in front of their faces, they’ll stick to their guns and say that you are completely inventing things. 

Constantly insisting that you overreact and blow things out of proportion. Maybe you saw a notification on your partner’s phone the other day, and you realize that they’ve been texting other people on a dating app. You are obviously very upset about the situation, and you aren’t sure if you even want to stay in the relationship. But instead of apologizing, your partner begins to get angry with you for how upset you are - they insist that you are blowing this completely out of proportion, that you’re being a huge drama queen, that you’re being manipulative and attention-seeking, and that it’s completely insane for you to be upset. Any time you are upset with the other person for genuinely hurting or harming you in some way, they flip everything around - all of a sudden, the conversation becomes focused on how unstable and dramatic you are, and the abuser’s wrongdoing is totally forgotten. The abuser paints a consistent picture of you as someone who freaks out over absolutely nothing and completely overreacts. 

Playing up your existing mental illness or insisting that you are mentally ill. Your abuser sees signs of mental illness in everything you do. If you have a history of mental illness, they’ll insist that it’s coming back - if you don’t have a history of mental illness, they’ll invent a new mental illness for you out of whole cloth. Did you get upset because your partner screamed at you? That’s not normal, you’re having huge mood swings and you’re definitely bipolar. Did you stick up for yourself when your partner was trying to control you? That’s definitely not normal, you’re acting just like this person they knew who had severe BPD. Whenever you are upset about the way you’re being treated or just refusing to be controlled, your abuser will play the mental illness card - suddenly, they are the hard-worn, loving caretaker and you are the very sick person who refuses to let them help you. Sometimes, when you are getting especially angry about your partner’s mistreatment, they may flip a switch and go from yelling at you to acting like your caretaker in an instant - they’ll start pleading with you to get help, offering to drive you to the hospital, and begging you to understand that you aren’t well and that they’re just so worried about you. The point, of course, is to completely undermine you as a person; they want you to believe that you are seriously mentally ill and incapable of understanding what’s real and what isn’t. 

Positioning themselves as the innocent “victim” in the relationship, even when they are the one mistreating you. To an outside observer, you are the one constantly being terrorized by someone who criticizes and controls you. But your gaslighter doesn’t want you to see it that way - according to them, they are the innocent victim who has to tiptoe around your constant unpredictable mood swings. They’ll claim that they try so hard to help you and avoid setting you off, but you’re just so unreasonable - they may even claim that you are the one abusing them. Any time you fight back, stand up for yourself or have a negative reaction to their abuse, they will find a way to frame things so that your response is the real issue, and not the abuse that provoked it. If they pinned you against a wall and you pushed them off you to get away, they will flip the narrative on you - they’ll swear up and down that they were just gently trying to keep you from hurting yourself when you violently attacked them. Somehow, every confrontation you have about your partner’s bad behaviour turns into you apologizing and feeling bad, even when you went into the conversation being pretty sure that you did nothing wrong. 

Intentionally turning friends and loved ones against you. A gaslighter will sometimes try to recruit your friends and family to “their” side, turning them against you. They will tell your loved ones all about your supposed mood swings, “mental health issues” and how difficult you are being, in an effort to win sympathy and destroy your credibility. The idea is that when you turn to your friends to say “my partner freaked out on me over something small last night”, they’ll respond with “mmmm, your partner already told us this story and they gave a very different version of what happened. It sounds like you’re leaving a lot out to make yourself sound better. Your partner says you’ve been acting weird lately, what’s going on with you?” It’s much easier to warp someone’s perception of reality if you can convince their friends and family to reinforce the fake reality that you’ve created. 

Dramatically misrepresenting your motives. A gaslighter will find ways to “prove” that you’re the kind of person they say you are, regardless of what you do. Even if you do something nice for them, they can find ways to twist things to suit their narrative. Did you buy them an expensive birthday present because you care about them? You’re clearly being manipulative and trying to bribe them somehow. Did you clean the whole house for them because you wanted them to be able to enjoy coming home to a clean living space? Nonsense, this was clearly you being passive-aggressive and trying to shame them for not being as clean as you. Your actions end up not mattering - no matter how hard you to try to prove that you aren’t the difficult, terrible person that your gaslighter says you are, they will always find ways to misrepresent your motives and lie about your intentions so they can turn your innocent behaviour into whatever they want it to be. 

Being gaslighted is an immensely stressful experience - it’s designed to make you feel crazy, and if you’re subjected to it for a long time, that’s exactly what will happen. It’s unbelievably stressful to be in a position where you feel like you cannot trust your own mind or make rational decisions. And when that stress inevitably starts to affect your mental health, that becomes further evidence that your abuser is correct and that you’re the crazy one. It can be extraordinarily difficult for a victim of long-term gaslighting to escape from their situation, because they genuinely start to believe that they are the problem in the relationship and that they’re lucky anyone will put up with them. 

If you suspect you are being gaslit, there are some things you can do to recognize the issue and break free from it:

Keep meticulous records. Write down the details of conversations and arguments as soon as they happen. Record fights with the audio recorder on your phone. Take and save screenshots of important conversations. Save voicemails. Keep a diary with dates and times of events. Nobody has perfect recall, but if your partner’s version of events consistently doesn’t match your hard evidence in a major way, that’s a pretty good sign that they are twisting the truth to suit their needs.

Talk to a neutral third party. Talk to someone outside the relationship that your partner doesn’t have access to - this could be a friend, a coworker, a neighbour, anyone that you feel you can trust. Turn to an internet group or forum if you have to. Show them the evidence you’ve collected or talk to them about what’s happening, and get a neutral perspective. People who have not been exposed to your gaslighter’s charms will be able to tell you pretty quickly that your situation is not normal. 

Think about your past relationships. Have any of your past relationships followed the same patterns as your current one? Has anyone in your past made similar complaints about you? If your last relationship didn’t have these kinds of issues, there’s a good chance that the new person in your life is the problem - not you.

Trust your gut. If you get the sense that something isn’t quite right, don’t ignore those feelings. Remember, you don’t actually have to be certain that you’re being gaslighted to justify leaving the relationship - if your relationship frequently causes you stress and anxiety or makes you feel like you can’t be yourself, something is seriously wrong and it may be time to go.

It’s also a good idea to talk to a mental health professional or a domestic abuse expert if you suspect you are being gaslighted - they are experts at helping your recognize it and come up with strategies to have healthier relationships in the future.

Hope this answers your question!

MM

[quantumlocked310]

Order Up! Part 1 of 2

Extra Hot Hvitserk Macchiato for @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom on the bar!

Summary: You finally run into the cute barista from your favorite coffee shop when he’s not working. Will he be charming enough to lure you into bed? Or are you confident enough to invite him in yourself?

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Slow Burn, Smut will be in Chapter 2

Note: This is technically a sequel, but can be read without reading Pour Overs and Pastries. (but that one is really cute, so you absolutely should if you haven’t)

Crossposted on AO3

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The new job was going swimmingly. Your coworkers loved you, and you were crushing problems left and right. You’d even saved the company several thousand Krone by finding a smoother, more efficient way to execute some accounting procedures. The company was so happy they’d taken the chance on you, even though they had to go through all the trouble of coordinating the visa and moving you from New York to Denmark.

You’d fallen in love with the city, and your new life. Each workday you begin with coffee from Lothbrothers. The office has a little kiosk in the foyer, but the coffee from the little shop with the cute barista is worth the extra expense.

For three months your morning routine is peppered with pleasant conversation from Sigurd, local gossip with Ivar, and a whole bunch of covert staring at the muscles in Hvitserk’s back as he putters around the bar.

Two weeks into your daily trips to the shop, Ivar had turned to you while waiting for your drink and demanded your name saying, “Du er kommet her i to uger…” before seeing the look of immense confusion on your face and switching to English while rolling his eyes. “You’ve been coming here for two weeks now. Guess you’re a regular. Why are you in Denmark?”

You’re a little taken aback at his abrupt tone, but seeing as he has spent the last two weeks staring holes into his computer it is possible he’s just a little intense. You turn to him and say “A new job. I moved from New York,” but almost can’t spit it out, because as soon as you turn to answer him his icy blue eyes capture you in their magnetic pull.

You blink and he’s no longer looking you in the eye. “New York is a long way. Why Denmark?”

Shrugging you rest a hip on the counter and check your watch quickly. “It was the first overseas company I found willing to hire an American in the position I wanted. I’m very lucky, and very good at my job. Not to mention the perk of viking men.” You wink at this handsome stranger, and he looks away, a little flustered. Perhaps if you can’t catch the barista’s eye, you’ll have fun with this Dane instead.

“Latte for Y/N.” A voice growls from your side, and you turn around to grab your drink.

“Thank you, Hvits…” He is gone before you can finish his name, without so much as a “Thank you for coming,” like usual.

You frown, but suppose it must be busier than usual and turn back to the stranger you’d been conversing with. “Excuse me, I have to run to work, but it was very nice to meet you.”

“And you as well.” The stranger waves you off, and you scurry away, mind a flurry with thoughts of what you could’ve possibly done to piss off the cute barista. Was he just busy? Did you say something to the stranger that made him angry? You realize you never got the stranger’s name, but the rest of the anxious thoughts flow away with the calming walk to your office building.

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The next day you learn the stranger’s name is Ivar, and you strike up an interesting friendship. Each morning you greet each other and while you wait for coffee he tells you all about the other patrons. You learn the large man on the bench from your first day is Bjorn, Ivar’s half brother. “But that’s a story for over drinks, not coffee.” You laugh together, but you have to go before he can ask you out for those drinks.

Ivar says the man at the window is the leader of a local church. Not a priest, and not a cult leader, but almost. Ivar is unashamed about his belief in their higher power, but makes it clear he doesn’t have a large commitment to Loki’s teaching specifically. The way he speaks of the older man, it seems like something had happened between the two, but Ivar is stubborn and refuses to speak anymore on the subject.

After six weeks of talking, Ivar tells you he’s an editor for a major Danish publisher. His sharp and ruthless mind makes sure no mistake is unaddressed and you get to sample some of the works he reads as he complains about plot holes or token characters.

Ivar seems to know everyone in the cafe, or can at least point someone out as new and predict if they will come back or not. Hvitserk will sometimes chime in with a comment about a patron. That they like this or that drink. That they don’t like raisins. That he thinks yellow isn’t their color. Or he bets they work for this lawyer or that restaurant.

Over the weeks you find out more little things about the two men, and you stop flirting with Ivar. You’ve noticed it gets him flustered and he seems to actually get uncomfortable, but he refuses to talk about it and changes the subject whenever you try. So you move on, and continue the friendly banter and non-sexual subjects. You’ve learned Hvitserk will stand up for the other employees. When someone is rude to Sigurd he will take over with a menacing glare and put in their order without a smile. If he hears harassing comments from people in line he will kick them out without thought, and Ivar supports him every time.

Your affection for Lothbrothers grows with every week you spend going to the coffeeshop, and your friendship with Ivar, and your crush on Hvitserk soar with it too.

+++++

Bright and early Saturday morning finds you browsing the local market for fresh finds. On the weekends you indulge your Farmer’s Market Aesthetic side and cook anything you can find. You’ve even started to befriend one of the local boulangers after he realized you love to hear about his process for choosing bread flavors for the day.

While talking to Pierre about his sourdough starter, you notice out of the corner of your eye a tall man approach the market stall. Pierre pauses in your conversation and you turn to get a better look at who is buying.

“Hvitserk?” His name slips out of your mouth in shock. You’d never run into anyone you know, who wasn’t a vendor, at this market before.

His head whips around, eyes impossibly wide as he stares at you, clearly thinking something similar.

“It’s Y/N. From the coffeeshop. Good Morning!”

“Yes, Y/N. Ivar’s new friend. Good morning.” He seems to pause, perhaps thinking about if it’s socially acceptable to turn tail and run. But then he simply asks “How are you?”

“I am well thank you. All the better for Pierre’s delicacies.” You smile toward the seller then ask, “How are you?”

“Well also, thanks. Do you come to this market often?”

“Only every Saturday for the past, oh, five weeks? Do you come here often, as well?”

“I have not been back in a long time.” He seems to think inwardly for a moment before coming back to the present. You wonder what makes him look like that. Who ruined this peaceful market for this gorgeous man?

“Well then you won’t have met Sara yet!” You grab his free hand and start pulling him toward one of the newer market stalls. On the way over you seem to realize what you’ve done, and try to pull your hand away out of propriety, but Hvitserk tightens his hold just a little and you can feel your face heat as you continue to hold hands.

There are a few people in line when you arrive, so you continue to make small talk, asking “So what made you decide to come to the market today?”

“I like to see what’s new or in season to add to the menu for the shop. Unfortunately the schedule doesn’t always allow me to scope things out as often as I like. Yourself?”

“I try to cook locally on the weekends, since I don’t have time during the week. There is amazing produce here, wait ‘till you try…” You’re interrupted by Sara proclaiming “My favorite customer!”

You laugh and hug your friend awkwardly over the counter. “Good morning, Sara. I want you to meet Hvitserk. He’s the barista at that amazing cafe by my apartment.”

“Co-Owner and barista, actually. It’s nice to meet you.” He reaches out his hand to greet Sara.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn't realize. How cool!” In all your talks, Ivar had never mentioned. You panic for a quick second before continuing. “Sara is the best beekeeper in all of the North. She also works part time with me in the office.”

“Welcome to ‘Sweet as Honey’! What can I get for you?” Sara chimes in with a big smile.

“He wants the small tasting jars. Lavender, Jalapeno, and Chai.” You turn to Hvisterk “Her flavors are ingenious and she comes up with new ones all the time. She brings in samples to work, so I'm both spoiled and biased.”

“I can’t wait.” He smiles softly. You go to pull out your wallet, but Hvitserk is already handing Sara some Krone. “You’ve bought enough coffee from me. I think I should return the favor.” He winks and inside you swoon a little. His flirty smile is a welcome change from the cool professionalism you get from him at Lothbrothers’.

“Thank you for stopping by! It was nice to meet you Hvitserk. I’ll see you on Monday, Y/N?”

“Bye, Sara! See you then.” As Hvisterk turns to walk away, Sara looks at you and points at him, then fans herself and pretends to faint. You give her a quelling look and shake your head no. She gives you an incredulous look in return, as if to say “Why not?” You shrug briefly thinking “I don’t know where this is going.”

You turn around to find Hvitserk has claimed a small bench by a tree a few feet away from Sweet as Honey. He pulls out the first of the jars, a small bag with six little cubes of bread inside, and a tiny wooden stirring stick. The heat of his body is scalding where you can feel it next to you, the bench only large enough to allow a sliver of air between you.

His large hands open the top on the Chai infused honey, and you watch his long fingers use the tiny stick to spread just enough honey on the first of the bread cubes. He offers you the cube. It would take nothing to grab it from him and pop it in your mouth, but you hesitate. He’s offered it at face level, so you take the chance. Your plump lips wrap around the soft bread, and your tongue sneaks out to lick any remaining honey off the tip of his thumb and forefinger.

In the time it takes you to chew and swallow he has acquired his own piece of honeyed bread. His is prepared lightning fast while barely taking his eyes off your face. The green of his iris is just a sliver, almost completely taken over by the black of his dilated pupils.

A quiet moan seems to force its way out of his chest as you make eye contact. “How does she get the delicate blend of cardamom and cinnamon?”

You clear your throat, but your voice is still a little husky. “I told you she was a genius. Try the Jalapeno.”

Together you try all the honeys, and Hvitserk comments on the balance of flavors, the texture, and how he would love to use some of them in either the pastries or the drinks at the shop. He also reveals that while they now have some bakers help in the morning, Hvitserk is still the one who recipe tests and makes all the menu decisions.

He puts his hand on your knee. “Stay here for a moment while I talk to Sara? I’ll be right back.” You watch him walk away and stare unabashedly at his ass perfectly hugged by his skinny jeans. He talks to the beekeeper, and you watch them exchange business cards

This day has turned out to be amazing, and you don’t want it to be over. Hvitserk has turned out to be an incredible conversation partner, and you can feel in your gut that the two of you click in a way you haven’t felt in a while.

When he returns, Hvitserk offers you both hands to help you from the bench. You take them, and as soon as you stand up you blurt out, “Come over for dinner tonight?” You wince at your tactlessness, but continue with “I bought so many good ingredients, and it would be an honor to share them with you.”

“I’m at Lothbrothers’ until 7. Can I come by after that?”

“7 is great. What’s your number? I can text you the address.”

You both exchange phones and add the new contact. When he gives yours back, you see he’s put Hvitserk Lothbrok in, but he’s also listed himself as “Hot Barista.” You roll your eyes at him when you look back up, and he throws you a flirty wink before saying goodbye and giving you a kiss on the cheek as well.

After watching him walk away you run back home and start prepping the menu, cleaning your apartment, and making sure you have some good wine to go with the meal.

Read Chapter 2 here.

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[toruvi]

So your simp list is “levi ackerman, gojo satoru, megumi fushiguro, eren yeager, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsurou,” and I believe all the ladies but I was just curious about what kinks you felt each of your favs liked and if they were tops, switches, or bottoms in your mind? (For the ladies I was mostly interested in Maki and Historia.) Love your work btw ^^

this is such an interesting question and it took me a while to think of an answer sorry about that!!

In terms of being top/switch/bottom, I wanna say that I think most would be switches and are very fluid when it comes to "topping" and "bottoming". I kinda assume that these two words lightly refer to dom/sub dynamics when people use them especially in this kinda context? But when I say someone is a bottom/top/etc it's more like... what I think they'd lean towards than solely being that one thing. hopefully that makes sense lol

i'm gonna leave it under the cut bc i wrote A LOT and there's a lot of kinks being mentioned so uh yeeeea

Levi is a switch, all the way. But I think he'd default to being a soft dom just because he has a tendency to assume that's what his partners want him to be. And maybe my story is heavily influencing how I view Levi's personality (at least in a modern au) BUTTTT I think he'd absolutely have a praise kink. I think if he's very comfortable with his partner dirty talk is something he'd really love doing. Like he couldn't help himself. And yes, he has sensitive nipples and I WILL die on this hill. Also, I think Levi would be into tying/restraints/knifeplay solely on the concept of trusting someone enough to do things like that gets him going. Agh I could keep going on Levi but it'd be a whole ass essay if I do so I'll stop there fdhsdjfh.

Eren has a breeding kink, all the fucking way. He just likes the idea of filling his partner, less so the idea of having kids though. See, if we're going with grumpy s4 Eren vibes, I think he'd be trying to be a top pretty often. He doesn't like someone taking control. OH he definitely has a degradation kink, too. S1-3 might be a little different, but I figure he's into impact play (both giving and receiving) and hair pulling.

Gojo is hard. I've only watched the anime so my headcanons are based heavily on that content (which isn't too much). But I think he'd love edging and overstimulation. I think he's just too much of a tease not to. And I could see him being a switch and leaning either way honestly, he's confident enough in himself that he doesn't need to feel a sense of control all the time.

Megs is hard for me too, but I think he'd be a switch. He's probably a thighs man, likes when you wear thigh highs/stockings just so he can rip them apart :')

Tooru heavily leans towards sub behavior imo. Especially when he trusts you implicitly. He'd like being tied up, is probably into shibari tbh. I wouldn't be surprised if he was into exhibitionism/voyeurism.

Kuroo leans into dom tendencies, he loves teasing. Edging for sure, maybe a little overstimulation occasionally too. I could see him being the type to tease you in public and act like nothing is wrong too.

For Historia, she gives me soft dom energy honestly, but I could see her being a switch too. So I think she'd be into giving a lot of praise, really gets off on making her partner feel good about themselves and enjoys giving lots of encouragement. For some reason, I could see her get into roleplay? Like dressing up, whether its you doing it or her or even both.

HMMM Maki has a mommy kink, I can feel it in my bones :') She acts cocky every time she gets you to say it but deep down it makes her pretty soft. Her face gets really hot whenever you say it <3

ofc all this is subject to change and honestly i havent immersed myself in a lot of my faves personalities nearly as much as i have for levi so dfjkhsdfk

[honesthammie]

Te amo

I am working on a few of the other prompts and a part 2 to prompt 4 the soulmate au I just recently got another puppy and I still have uni work to do so I'm a bit behind schedule with these and I'm so sorry. Hopefully this little kinda songfic makes up for it.

13th doctor x female reader

Warnings: swearing as usual, fluffy, sad thoughts, twist the original songs meaning, long as fuck.

Probably terrible as its my first songfic

I don't know much Spanish so some of the examples later on are Google translated and I know it can be wrong so I do apologise for any mistranslations

This is based off Rhiannas song Te Amo but I'm switching it up a little. I dont why 13th doctor came into my head when I was listening to it but it gave me this lil oneshot idea so enjoy! The picture is not mine but the rainbow effect added is done by me! Same for the picture later on.

I've been travelling with this amazing alien for a whole year now. The adventures are always amazing if she's there! The others sometimes complain and say its boring, especially on a junk planet but to see her face light up with excitement makes my day and it well worth the dirt we cover ourselves on by the time we are done. And when she finds something that she thought was useful and it turns out, it's not her scrunch is amazing.

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm in love with this alien. I know, weird, a human and an alien together? But I can't help it! I'm completely besotted with her. If she even looks in my direction, my legs go to jelly and I get butterflies. I know, cheesy. But thats exactly how I feel around her. I barely want to touch her because I nearly fainted the last few times. And I fear she may pick up on how I'm distancing myself from her. I don't want to break her heart and leave, the thought of her look kills me as is so I'm trying to get her to kick me off.

It doesn't seem to be working though. I've been distancing myself since I found out about how I feel, which is now 6 months ago and she's trying to get me to be as close as I was with her.

I'll tell her. On one of our amazing adventures but I can't do it straight forward, it's making me sick with anxiety just thinking about it. I'll fancy it up, make her work it out. Whenever we are next to each other and the moment is right, I'll tell her in another language!

I finally get out of bed after I finished writing in my diary. I slip some comfy clothes on and head out to the TARDIS library and hope no one is there, especially her. I'll be distracted and right now, I need to concentrate. I wonder the warm halls, grateful that the TARDIS had considered my preferences. I think the TARDIS likes me more than the others because I talk to her and show her gratefulness for taking us somewhere amazing and I chat to her regularly and I try to involve her in my conversations. The others find it weird, except for the Doctor, she just smiles and joins in with me. Im still learning how to translate her but I think I've sort of got it.

I reach my hand forward and grab the aged bronze doorknob and open to the giant room. There were so many floors that an elevator had to be used to access some of them as the Doctor said "walking would literally take weeks to reach some floors". Thankfully the TARDIS organises them to make them easier to find. I looked forward and saw an interactive map in front of me. My hands touched the screen and many subjects and categories came up. Anything ranging from kiddie tales to straight up smut, I have a feeling either River or Missy are to blame for that addition.

I've never met them but the TARDIS showed me videos from her database and brought books to my attention about them. They both seem very dirty minded people so I'm not surprised those are there. I wonder if the Doctor has ever stumbled upon this section or is it for none Doctor eyes only? If she does know about them, has she ever read one? No, don't go there you stupid brain! She probably doesn't know!

I quickly stop that train of thought and catch my breath. I've never thought about those kinds of things about anyone before. Stupid Timelord, making me go all weird and think dirty things. Now my face is all red, I really hope I'm alone in here. I quickly focus back to the task at hand, finding a new language to learn. The TARDIS seemed to know where to go and blue arrows appeared, guiding me to the right section in what could be a maze.

As I walking, I felt excitement rise within me. What if she felt the same way? What if she was impressed by how far I wanted to go just to say those 3 words? Would her hazel honey eyes sparkle with delight? Would she scronch her nose in amazement?

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the language learning section and there were many alien languages but the TARDIS seemed to have a better idea of what would be perfect for me as a white hardback book fell off the 4th shelf onto the wooden floor. I picked it up and noticed how smooth the cover was and how old yet unused it looked. The white was a little off, almost a dull cream from ageing which made the gold writing harder to read. The title was simple:

Spanish basics and need to knows.

I did always find Spanish in school fun to learn, more than French or German anyway and I don't wanna stereotype this into a typical French is the language of romance. I never really found it romantic sounding compared to Spanish.

I picked up the book and quickly flicked through to the right page and took a note on my phone as to what the translation was and put the worn book away. I quietly thanked the TARDIS and rushed out of the library and back into my room where I could practice without getting caught.

A few weeks have passed since I picked up the new words and practiced them until I was confident and had the TARDIS' approval that I was saying it right. Today the Doctor wanted to take us to this party in the 18th century and we all decided to dress for the part once we landed.

Yaz was wearing a beautiful black and red ballroom gown, accented with little bows around the bottom and lace cuffs. She had her black hair curled into a ponytail. It was simple and cute, much like her style normally. Graham and Ryan wore similar suits but Graham wore green accents and Ryan wore yellow accents.

I let the TARDIS pick my dress. She picked a black and dark blue ballroom gown with blue roses on the bottom. It had black lace underneath and blue lace as the cuffs. The gown also seemed to glitter slightly in the light making me sparkle very subtly. I put my comfy boots on as you couldn't see my shoes as I walked anyway so why did it matter? With all the running we do, I'm not risking my ankles with heels, thank you very much. I had my (h/c) hair in (fave style). It suited my dress perfectly.

I nearly choked on oxygen when I saw how hot the Doctor looked in her suit. It took me a few moments to realise we match. We both blushed at the realisation. Of course the TARDIS makes us match! No wonder why she was more than eager to help me pick an outfit! Stupid sentient ship, shipping us already!

I quickly cleared my throat and complimented everyone on how amazing they looked but I just couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor for long. She was like a magnet for my eyes. Someone help before she realises!

"Don't we all look brilliant? Perfect for the party! 18th century Yorkshire to be exact! What a great century for you guys. Now then, this party is for Nobles and higher, as per usual in these times. Ryan, I suggest you keep in mind about any racist comments that may come out. But as long as you say your Graham's personal butler, you should be welcomed with little resistance. And Yaz, I want you to be (y/n)'s personal maid. That does mean you'll have to follow your so called "masters" around and do anything they ask unfortunately and Graham, (y/n), please act like the others around you and use them. Unfortunately this is the only way all 5 of us can join the party. You'll be fine as long as you bite your tongues. Now the Noble Edward Collins is the host so be sure to thank him for inviting you, even though you technically weren't. And try not to get too drunk, I know what you humans are like! Now follow me." The Doctor explained. I was going to tell the Doctor today, but I guess, I'll have to wait.

The Doctor opened the doors and we were in a cupboard under some gorgeous marble stairs. As we walked towards the party I noticed some family portraits along the walls. They were a very beautiful looking family. The mother had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The father was buff, long brown hair and daring brown eyes. There were two children, a girl and a boy. The girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, whilst the son had blonde hair and brown eyes. They also had a brown greyhound dog laying by the sons feet. The son must be the host, Edward. He looked not much older than 10 in the last painting but the daughter was no where to be found in the portrait and theu all looked mournful. Is she dead and is that the picture capturing the moment of grief? Why would anyone want that? It's so strange, even for this time period.

The Doctor held me and Yaz close, stopping us in our tracks. My heart was racing at the simple touch. But as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. "I hope its okay with you (y/n) but you're going to have to be married to someone."

My heart stopped for a moment and I nearly choked on air. "What? Why?"

"Because women like yourself would have been married as young as 13 or 14. Now your only choices are me and Graham. You can't choose Ryan as he's supposed to be a butler and you can't choose Yaz as she's your maid. The choice is yours, I just need to know wether or not I should refer to you as my darling wife or not?"

What. The. Fuck.

Why did her even calling me that l, turn me on? Obviously, I'm going to choose her but I'm going to have to perfect my reasoning here.

"As much as I love Graham, it's going to be awkward if I have to kiss him or anything because he's like my grandad! I guess you'll do Timelord. Come on then husband, we don't want to be late to the dancefloor!" I spoke clearly hoping she didn't notice how excited I actually was to have even a hint of a relationship with her. It may be fake but ill take anything when it comes to her.

We arrived at the welcome committee and handed our cards over, aka the psychic paper. We were going as Mr and Mrs (last name). The Doctor was holding my hand this entire time and it's driving me insane. I don't know if she can feel my racing pulse under her fingers but if she can I hope she puts it down to excitement! We walked down the most grandest staircase you would ever lay your eyes on.

First we walked around, greeting everyone as they came up to us or if she dragged me to someone she knew, but not personally. She was cute when she was fangirling over these people. Yaz found it annoying as she just wanted to party but I couldn't help it. The way her eyes shimmer with recognition was more beautiful than any galaxy she could ever take us. Sometimes her eyes flickered with admiration and it did make me have jealousy for just a moment before I remembered, I'm staying with her and they aren't .

As the party moved on we met the host Edward. He looked a lot different than in his paintings. He was around 20 years old now and his blonde hair was below his shoulders. He looked a lot like his father with his muscley build. And he was very charismatic which I did not like as he poured all his charm into the Doctor. Does everyone here know that he's gay or does he see through the Doctors disguise? Either way, it was rubbing me the wrong way. I quickly excused myself with Yaz and walked into the bathroom.

"I did not like him. I do not like this Edward guy. Something about him rubs me completely wrong. He's handsome but something is telling me he knows the Doctor isn't a man."

"I felt the same way. He knows something we don't. Before we go out there again, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Yaz asked. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She knows. The jig is up with Yaz. "How do you feel about her, honestly? One minute you 2 are inseparable, then you distance yourself and now you are a nervous wreck around her! I won't judge but I just want to make sure my theory is correct."

Shit. I guess I really was obvious. Does she know?

"If your theory is about me falling hopelessly in love with the Doctor then you'd be correct. I can't help it. I'm going to tell her how I feel without being completely stupid. I just need a right moment to say it." I spoke with a heavy sigh. Hopefully, Yaz can help create that moment thay I need. She nods her head and opens the door. We walk back to the Doctor and notice Edward has gone to other guests and she was talking to Graham. I looked around and saw Ryan flirting with a pretty lady near the food table. Why am I not surprised?

A few hours had passed and the Doctor seemed bored with standing and talking so I made a plan in my head. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor as the next song came on. I didn't quite know how to dance properly but I knew the basics if it. She has to lead and I simply follow suit. It took a few moments but I got the hang of it with the Doctors help. Soon we were dancing so gracefully underneath the most beautiful candelabra that lit up her face perfectly.

Her hair swayed to our perfect dance ever so gently. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her lips were in a permanent smile. She even laughed a couple of times. Then as the music slowed down to a pace that was perfect, I grabbed her waist and looked her. My heart was going crazy and my legs were about to buckle but I had rehearsed my lines. I can do this.

"Hey Doc. Its been an amazing time with you but I can't continue this without being honest with you. But everytime I get close, I back down in fear. So I'm going to let you figure it out. Doctora te amo. Entiendo que si no sientes lo mismo y me iré si quieres. (Doctor i love you. i understand if you don't feel the same way and i'll leave if you want.)" I spoke with as much passion and intention as I could. I looked into her eyes and saw her confused and trying to work out what I said. I would find it cute if my heart was beating right out of my chest. "Well, I've had a great time but I'm fucking knackered. I'm calling it night. I'll be heading to the TARDIS if you need me."

"I'll come with ya. I'm knackered as well and we both need each other to undo the corsets and mine is starting to hurt a little bit. How we used to do this for a full day, everyday, is beyond my understanding. As beautiful as we look, I don't think its worth the pain this will bring in the morning." Yaz spoke with a slight mumble as proof of her mental state and finishing with a yawn. I chuckled at her state and walked back to the TARDIS with a small amount of chat along the way.

She is right though. These corsets really do hurt you after a while, I'm glad I chose not to wear heels or else I'll be fucked for in the morning. I would literally scream. I think the Doctor had the right idea in wearing a suit, no pain. I do feel bad for leaving her but I just need some space after basically admitting everything that's been built up within me for too damn long. Maybe I should tell Yaz how it went and maybe she can help determine if the Doctor is happy or not.

We walked back into the wardrobe room and I helped Yaz out of her corset. She immediately sighed in relief. She finished getting herself into comfy clothes and started to untie my ribbon.

"So did you tell her?"

"Sort of. I basically told her everything but in Spanish. I just hope it doesn't change anything, except in a positive way, of course! If she wants me gone, I've told her that it's fine and I understand. She's very socially awkward and as cute as I find it, it may not help me in this situation. Do you have any clues on how she may react once she figures it out?"

Yaz stopped untying my corset for a moment and placed 1 finger upon her chin in thought. Her eyes were almost shut and seemed almost completely black in the light. After what seemed like forever, she took her finger off her chin and beamed a toothy smile. Her eyes sparkled as she remembered something and seemed to gleam slightly menacingly. A smirk replaced her smile soon after.

"There's a few times she's shown affection towards you. And I mean romantic affection. She always chooses to hold your hand over anyone else's if given the choice. She always steps I'm front of you when an enemy threatens to kill us all or hurt us in anyway. When you go wandering around on your own, she's terrified thats she's lost you forever to an enemy we don't even know of!" Yaz starts explaining carefully as if she's worried on how to word it.

"Those are just friendly affec-"

"I wasn't done. I was warming up." Yaz interrupts me as I was about to go into a self deprecating speech on how I'm just a friend to everyone and never a lover. "She always looks to see your face on adventures because she secretly loves your reactions, bad or good. When the Master revealed himself, she looked straight at you for support on how she should react. When she came back from the Kasavin, she ran straight to you and made sure you were ok first before any of us. When we were in the Tsungra medical ship, the first person she asked for was you! Whilst she was unconscious on board the ship, she kept mumbling your name, over and over again. When she saw how gorgeous you looked today, I thought she'd take you right there on the spot! She fucking loves you (y/n)! You're just so unbelievably blind to it all!"

Yaz was almost red with rage. Did she really do all that, for me? The TARDIS mustve read my mind and seemed to hum positively in reply. If everything Yaz said is true then she'll be so happy about it and maybe we can be a thing! But then again, maybe losing so many in a similar position as me will turn her away. Maybe her soul is awry and she's asking why right now.

Once I had gotten changed I went to sleep almost straight away, I suppose all that dancing and social ques having tired me out more than I thought.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I rubbed my (e/c) eyes and told them I'd be a few minutes as I've only just woken up. It wasn't until I finished brushing my (h/c) hair that I remembered what happened yesterday. All the panic rushed within me at once and I nearly threw up. I took several deep breaths and opened the door.

"GRAHAM THANK FUCK ITS YOU!" I almost shouted at him. He looked a little bewildered for a moment before he seemed to remember what brought him here in the first place.

"Hello Love, I'm here because Doc wanted to speak with you privately in the library. She says that the TARDIS will guide you to her location. She seemed a little off after you and Yaz left. Did something happen? Is everything ok?" Graham asked cautiously. He must be so confused.

"Sort of. I'll explain more when I get back but what do you mean by "a little off"?"

"Well she seemed lost in all sense of the word. She kept muttering "Te Amo" all the time. She was all over the place aswell. She got me and Ryan back here not long after you guys. Something about not trusting Ryan to not get alcohol poisoning without her around. She hasn't really left the library since if I'm honest. She's been in there for 12 hours. I only know she wants you because she whattsapped me on my phone. Whatever is going on, please sort it out, she's starting to really worry me. She hasn't been the same since that Master guy came around." Graham spoke clearly, albeit confused. I nodded my head and walked in the opposite direction to him and hoped the TARDIS would take me there quicker than normal. I want to treat this like a plaster, rip it off in one go.

Sooner than I realised, I grabbed the all too familiar door knob of the library. I took a deep breath and walked in. A blue line appeared towards the interactive map. I awakened the console and I saw a black screen with a few words on it. It looked like a message with how it was presented.

Hello (y/n)! Don't walk until you calm. Breath deeply and try not to panic. I promise you, all will work out in the end. I see more than you realise and I know my thief better than anyone whoever stepped foot into my being. I know of her main problem about the situation. If she loves you, drink this. It won't hurt, she'll know what it is.

The TARDIS

I should have been surprised by this new knowledge that she could speak to me, in a way, but I've seen so much and I am so tender hooks so I didn't take much notice of it. I quickly sat down and tried to control my breathing. After about 5 or so minutes, I felt calm enough to finally meet up with her and hear what she has to say.

I followed the blue line carefully until I spotted her in a comfy room. She mustve gotten changed at some point as she was wearing her usual rainbow outfit, minus the jacket. She was sat on a deep purple sofa, legs curled into her body. Her shoes were on the carpeted floor underneath her, seemingly forgotten for the moment. There were many books surrounding us from many cultures and spieces. One wall had a cozy wood burning fireplace crackling within the silence that surrounded us.

Her face was scrunched within deep thought. Her eyes sparkling with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on; hope, sorrow or excitement? Her lips had a small smirk gracing them and her teeth had bitten a small part of it. Her hands were holding a book in a way where I couldn't quite see what it was.

I didn't want to disturb her as she looked so ethereal with the warm glow of the fire highlighting her in the perfect way. Unfortunately, it's plaster time and I wanted this sorted sooner rather than later. I took a deep breath took in the picture for memory.

"Hey, Graham said you wanted to talk to me? Is everything ok?" I asked gently and as softly as I could so she was carefully brought out of her little world. I didn't want to scare her. She raised her eyes from her book for a moment and bookmarked the page she was at with a little TARDIS paperclip. She placed the book on the table at the side of her and patted the seat next to her.

As I sat down my nerves were through the roof. She gave nothing away as she stared at me for a minute, as if assessing something about me.

"Why are you so nervous? Calm down. You are right, It is to do with last night. You left pretty abruptly after basically confessing your feelings to me. I was so confused, not just about what you said but about myself and what I wanted to do about you." The Doctor spoke monotonously. Did she mean get rid of me? "I had to first of all, find out what you said, well done on learning a new language by the way, one even I'm not fluent at. I'm guessing the old girl had something to do with that idea. Not that, you aren't smart enough but you don't know what languages I do or don't know."

The Tardis seemed to chuckled at the accusation and I simply nodded my head. "I wanted to buy myself time and to impress you."

"You impressed me a long time ago Miss (l/n). That is just a cherry on top. After I figured out what you said, no thanks to my old friend here, I went through a lot of thinking. I've not been in many relationships and you know my history regarding the ones I have been in. You know, River and Missy? And I have such a bad past with it ending in nothing but tears for me. I always lose those I care for deeply." She spoke with tears spilling from her gorgeous eyes. I grabbed her face gently and wiped away the stray tears that managed to escape their home.

"That was when you were a man. You're a woman now, everything is so different. Relationships can be heartbreaking. I know what you're main problem is and the TARDIS has a solution to that. I just need you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? Do you want me to stay or not?" I stated holding the small shot glassed amount of liquid in my hand. The liquid was golden and sparkled slightly in the light. There were specks of orange and silver within it and it was as hot as a nice cup of (hot drink). Her eyes sparkled with hope and shock. Her lips were smiling wide. And she seemed to giggle at the sight of it. She held it for a moment as if examining it like a rare artefact, maybe it was. Either way, I trust her judgement and if she's happy about it, then so am I. Once she had analysed the drink, she practically leapt into my arms and pushed me down on my back. She smelled of custard creams and the TARDIS which was odd but completely her and I couldn't imagine her smelling any other way.

"That does solve our problem! What she has just given you is the rarest liquid in the universe seeing as only one thing in the entirety of space can produce it. That drink is known as the nectar of the chosen ones. It's rare as the race that used to make them has practically gone extinct. There's only 3 left in the known universe and you're living in one. That drink is the blood of the TARDIS. It grants you immortality if you drink it. It is said to resemble your favourite beverage no matter who you are. However, it only lasts 100 years and you must drink it every century or else your body clock will kick in and you will age and be as mortal as you are now." She speaks with a warning as we sit up holding holds.

"I have no problem with that. I would sacrifice everything if it meant I got to call you mine. Just please tell me and I'll drink it." I told her with adoration in my eyes.

She held me close and planted a soft and gentle kiss to my lips. It was short but it sent more fireworks than you can imagine through my body. I knew I had found her. She grabbed my waist and whispered next to my ear:

"Te Amo"

[feral-yearning]

Femme Fatale ch 3 (Bucky x Natasha)

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes & Natalia "Natasha Romanoff" Romanova

Tags: No powers, neighbors, messy, PTSD, sex work (not prostitution), war hero Bucky

Maturity rating: 18+

Warning(s): sex work (not prostitution), discussions of trauma, abandonment issues

Word count: 2,140

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Until the twenty minute walk between the tailor and the pub, Bucky didn't regret giving the coat to his neighbor. Once he was lightly frosted with snowflakes, he wondered whether it was really the right thing to do.

"Why're you walking so damn slow?" He grumbled, rubbing his hands together to wake his fingers. It didn't really work, his metal arm was basically frozen. The fingers were getting worryingly slow to respond.

"Aren't you supposed to be a native? I thought y'all were born cold blooded up in the Great White North," Sam teased, patting Bucky's back... His muscles were so tense that the light hits still hurt a little. He wouldn't admit it, though.

"The Great White North is Canada, but nice try," Bucky deflected, stepping faster once he saw their destination.

Sam retorted with something that was probably clever, but by that time Bucky was too focused to hear him. He slipped into the pub and sighed in relief the moment that he was enveloped in warmth. When Sam found him again, Bucky was perched on a bar stool as close to a heating vent as he could get. He'd already ordered them two beers.

"It's a little early, isn't it?" Sam pointed out, taking a sip of his beer nonetheless. Bucky shrugged, setting his bottle down.

"Warms the blood, doesn't it? Us cold-bloods need to get our warmth from somewhere."

Sam chuckled. The pub was emptier than they had expected, but the building blizzard outside was most likely why. He wasn't exactly upset that they didn't have to wait for a seat, he wasn't much of a fan of crowds.

For the first twenty minutes or so, while they were waiting for their food, they were shooting the shit. They talked about the tux fitting, about each member of the Howling Commandos and how Steve changed when he was around the whole group. He seemed younger whenever they all got together, it was nice. Nowadays he was too serious, not that Bucky was a ray of sunshine most of the time.

"Well, what about you? Hm? You didn't say a word unless someone spoke to you first," Sam pointed out, stealing one of Bucky's fries in the meantime. Only reason he could get away with it was 'cause he was on the left and Bucky's metal arm was still warming up.

"I'm fine-"

"I'm fine," Sam mocked him, saying it at the exact same time. "Yeah, I know you're always fine. But fine isn't good, man."

Bucky groaned dramatically. "It's really not that deep. I don't have anything interesting going on. I'm just... I don't know, I'm always tired. Even when I'm having a good time, I'm thinking about going home and taking a nap."

Sam hummed thoughtfully. Bucky knew that hum, it was his therapy hum. That hum said 'what you just said was a problem, but I don't know how to tell you that without making you act all defensive.' Bucky braced himself for the reproaching tone that came after, but nothing happened. Instead, Sam switched subjects.

"What about the arm?" He asked, looking down at Bucky's left arm. "It still looks brand new. How does it feel?"

Finally, and easier topic. "It doesn't feel brand new," he said, lifting it and slowly rolling his wrist. "It's better than the plastic ones, don't get me wrong. I can still use it the way I need to, it's just slow to respond when the temperature drops or rises too much. Plus, I think the battery is starting to go. I don't know how to replace that, but I bet I could find someone to do it."

"You don't want to give that to just anybody, Bucky. You should get Steve to talk to Stark about it, he's the one who gave you the damn thing in the first place."

Bucky wrinkled his brows, uncomfortable with the idea of having to ask Steve for something like that. It wasn't even that big of a deal, the arm lasted two full years and it was only an early prototype. He hadn't had a single complaint until recently and he was pretty sure it'd last another two years before he really had to get a new one. He could save up for one of the newer arms that Stark is selling by then. Sam tried his best to convince Bucky that he could just ask Sam, but that was already his decided course of action.

Once the obligatory prying was over, Sam let him relax. He knew how stressed talking could make Bucky and most of the time he just... let him be. As long as Bucky was eating right, his apartment was clean, and he didn't miss any of his therapy appointments then he couldn't be too bad, right?

At least, that's what Bucky did his best to make him believe.

"I'll see you on Friday, right? You're not gonna flake out on us?" Sam asked, shrugging his coat back on once they were ready to leave.

"I can't flake out, the whole thing's in my apartment," Bucky pointed out, laying down a twenty dollar bill for the tip. Sam raised his eyebrow but said nothing about the amount. That was close to a seventy-five percent tip.

"You never know. James Buchanan Barnes is a crafty one." Bucky pursed his lips, particularly unamused by Sam's joke. "Alright, fine. I've got to get to work anyway, you sour ass. Take care of yourself 'til Friday, got it?"

He clapped Bucky on the back and walked away without another word. Bucky watched the door shut before he pulled out his phone. It had vibrated three times during their lunch, and he wasn't in the mood to discuss that with Sam.

Two Text Messages from: Rebecca B.

One Voicemail from: Rebecca B.

Becca was nothing if not persistent. He read the messages while he walked to the nearest subway station.

Rebecca B.: Is now a good time? I have to talk to you.

Rebecca B.: It's either me or Mom, Jimmy. I'm trying to save you the grief, I swear.

As much as he didn't like it, Becca was right. She was a lot easier to talk to than their mother. At least she didn't pry when he clearly didn't want to talk about something. He waited until he found his seat on the train to listen to the voicemail.

"Hey, Jimmy. I know you're probably busy doing whatever it is hermits do, but you've really got to call Mom at some point. She's worried about you and the more you avoid her, the more that the rest of us have to hear about it.

"Plus... you know, we're worried about you too. I haven't heard from you since Thanksgiving and even then it was just through texts. I hope you're planning on coming home for Christmas. If Winnie's coming all the way from California, you can get here from Manhattan. Plus, I already got your present and I'd really like to see the face you make when you're trying to be nice about your disappointment.

"Oh! And bring Steve too. Unless he's visiting Peggy's family for the holidays.

"Call me back whenever you listen to this, okay? Love you."

Bucky listened to the voicemail one more time before even attempting to type out a message to his sister. He wasn't even sure that he had anything to say.

He finally managed a somewhat adequate reply.

To Rebecca B.: Sorry I missed your call, can't call back now. I don't know if I come home, but I'll try my best. Things are moving pretty fast at the moment, just trying to catch up. I'll call you soon and I'll do my best to catch Winnie before she flies back, I promise.

He could already hear her reaction, the exasperation wasn't exactly hard to predict. But what was he supposed to do? He was already exhausted, pretending to be okay for the whole Christmas break would wipe him out. He was already run ragged by having to plan Steve's bachelor party.

The bachelor party was going to happen on Friday 'cause the wedding was on January 5th and the holidays made it impossible for most of the wedding party to attend any time closer to the wedding. Frenchy even had a daughter and a wife to spend Christmas with.

As per Steve's request, it was going to be a relaxing night. Bucky wasn't exactly a fan of having strippers in his apartment, so that made him feel better about hosting in the first place. They were going to be drinking good liquor and playing cards the whole night, just like they'd do when they were sitting around in the muck waiting for a mission. The only difference was that Sam would be there too... and they'd have a bathroom to use.

Bucky was actually looking forward to it despite the nerves he had about so many people being in his space at the same time. When his post-nightmare-insomnia would strike, most nights as of late, he'd spend hours cleaning and rearranging his furniture.

It was hard to admit that just the thought of one night with his closest friends could overwhelm him so easily. He was supposed to be stronger than that.

When the train stopped, he shook off that thought and instead tried to think of what he could get his sisters and his mother for Christmas. He knew that Becca liked candles and the color yellow. Soph would probably like something for her cat, maybe a toy or one of those stupid outfits that she put the poor animal in. Winnie was a mystery to him, just like she'd always been. She was the chaotic sister, the one that went to California instead of staying in the area like the rest of the family. The art student. He'd have to ask Becca what to get her. He'd inherited their father's tendency to give absolutely terrible gifts.

He spent the rest of the walk home laughing to himself at the memory of when their father had given them all matching Muppet-themed pajamas. He wasn't even sure what the thought was behind that, none of them had ever been massive fans of the Muppets in the first place.

Thinking about his father always hurt a little bit, but it was getting easier. The man had died when Bucky was overseas, he'd gotten a short reprieve to attend the funeral but without Steve there... well, he'd spent the whole time being strong for his mother and his sisters. He didn't get to grieve until after he was home and by then there was too much to grieve for him to process it all. His dad, his arm, his health...

He was forced to shake out of that thought too, thankful to finally come back to his front door. The doorman was sat behind the front desk with his feet up, watching something on his phone. He didn't look up when Bucky passed him.

Bucky made it to the elevator before the guy spoke up. "Hey, Nine E! You've got a coat back here," He called out, sitting up and pulling out the peacoat he'd given the neighbor earlier. He nodded, collecting it and folding it over his metal arm before walking back to the elevator and climbing on.

Once the doors closed, he examined the coat. There was a receipt for a sandwich in the pocket and a long strand of brown hair on the collar. When he folded it again, he caught a wave of something floral... and maybe peaches? He chuckled, though he wasn't quite sure why.

The elevator stopped on his floor and he stepped off, already back to thinking about what he had to do before Friday rolled around. Maybe he should get something like those fancy cheese platters his mom always got for parties... He was so busy considering the food he'd serve that he almost tripped over the back of Chinese food sat at his front door.

He picked it up and glanced inside to find a note scrawled on the back of the receipt:

Sorry about your soup. Thought I'd pay you back for that and the coat. Also sorry about the coat.

- Natasha, 8E.  (from the elevator)

He folded the note into his pocket and unlocked the door. After putting away the food and hanging up the coat, Bucky dropped onto the couch like a bag of stones. There was always so much to do...

He decided that he would allow himself 20 minutes to relax. So, he unattached his arm and set it to charge, returning to the couch a moment later so that he could kick up his feet.

Three hours he woke up in complete darkness to someone knocking on his door.

[degenerate-otaku]

Another one shot of Future Gohan and Trunks for yall

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13896221/1/Before-the-Rain

(Links in case you prefer)

In the times that had followed the androids' destruction, younger generations were highly protected, as they were the earth's only hope. The government set up an initiative to get more children out of dangerous cities that housed gangs and violence.

Children and any family they had would move to countryside camps, wherein they would receive food, safety and education in return for doing manual labour such as farming and sewing, as well as taking care of the sick.

Trunks somewhat hated this, as it meant that many children in West City, including his own friends often moved away when things got too difficult, leaving him isolated, in terms of having friends his own age.

Sure, sometimes he'd visit, taking the underground railway system, or by hopping on the nimbus, or even flying when he had learnt to do so, but it felt like an arduous task.

However, when Gohan decided to volunteer as a teacher, Trunks thought it would be a good idea to attend full time, as the pair could go together. Trunks was surprised when the day before Gohan revealed he was rather nervous about it.

“C'mon, you're an amazing teacher to me, so I'm sure you'll be able to teach more kids!” Trunks reassured him, snuggling into bed. He always loved when Gohan would stay over at his house, it was so comforting to know he was right there beside him.

“Yeah...but that's you...and I've known you since you were born...and there's a lot of kids!” Gohan hung up his smart looking outfit, which Trunks remarked as being nerdy, on a hanger, before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Trust me, they aren't as annoying as me. You'll be fine...Good night.” Trunks smiled at him before switching off his light and pretending to be asleep before Gohan could worry further.

Gohan sighed and tucked the boy in a little more before heading to sleep himself.

The next day, the pair flew to the makeshift school building, and landed away from sight before coming in together.

To keep Gohan distracted from his nerves, which Trunks viewed as highly irrational, considering Gohan was also "The Golden Warrior", he inquired,

“Doesn't your mom cook for the kids here a lot? My friends said that a lady called Miss Son is the most amazing lunch lady ever.”

“Huh? Oh...yeah,” Gohan laughed, lifting his head from the book held in his hands.

“I mean...she's used to cooking in massive quantities for me and for when my dad was around...it's a chance for her to share her...motherly-ness.” He smiled, then stopped at the door, listening to the sound of children chattering inside.

“You can do this!” Trunks grinned, taking his bag off his shoulder as he stepped in, Gohan following, the class immediately silenced, intrigued by the smart young man, that was clearly strong looking, his muscles bulging even in his clothes.

“Uh...Good morning class!” He began, picking up a pen and writing his name on the board.

“My name is Mr Son...and I will be your new teacher!” He smiled politely, awaiting a response.

“Oh my god, are you married to the lunch lady?!” A girl exclaimed.

Gohan frantically shook his head, “N-no, she's my mom!” His face had gone red as the class giggled, but he soon regained composure, laughing it off.

“Gosh, she cooks like that for you all the time?!” Another kid chimed in and he scratched the back of his head,

“Yeah...I guess so! I just hope she doesn't come in and embarrass me!” He answered.

Trunks gazed up at him from where he was sitting. He was glad to see his best friend adapting so well to his new job.

“Alright! Our first task is going to be a written task, which I'll get you to read aloud at the end.” He instructed them, handing out some paper, taking a look at every one of his new students.

“I want you all to write about what you did during your summer. Which programs did you volunteer in? Did you visit anywhere?”

He returned to his position at the front and passionately spoke, “I really wanna know about you guys! Oh...maybe I should take the register to learn your names...tell me if I mispronounce any!”

Gohan sat down, getting out the list of names and calling them out, one by one, receiving a pleasant "Good morning, Mr Son“ each time. It was strange to hear Trunks call him that, and by the sound of it, the title was strange for the boy to speak aloud too. The two just had to pretend as if they didn't know each other, Gohan made it a priority not to show favouritism towards him, but he knew it would be difficult.

He loved that boy unconditionally.

”Sir, how long do we have?“ A girl named Cherri, who he knew to be Trunks' friend that used to live not far from Capsule Corp, asked.

”Oh...right, I forgot to tell you that! Uh...you have until half past.“ He answered, before scribbling down more lesson ideas in his book.

The truth was that he had no clue about what he was doing. He was planning his lessons as he went along.

The time passed quickly, and Gohan decided to pick out random students to read out what they had wrote. A few passed, and he made some notes about them in his book.

”Alright, last but not least is Trunks.“ Gohan called out to him, snapping the boy out of a daydream.

”Oh, ok...“ He reluctantly stood and read from the paper, ”Last summer, I mostly stayed at home, played video games and studied. I went to the beach with my mom a few times....uhh I watched TV and...uh yeah.“ He sat back down.

”...that's it? That's all you wrote?“ Gohan glared at his student, hoping he had a good response.

”Yeah.“ Trunks replied, thinking nothing of it.

”Trunks, you had half an hour and you wrote 3 sentences.“ Gohan sounded stern and the class silently watched.

”Well, you already know what I did last summer, Gohan-“ Trunks gasped and the class was confused.

”Wait, is he your brother?“ The boy next to Trunks, who was also his good friend asked and the whole class started chatting.

Gohan cleared his throat and sighed,

”Yes...well...I am very close to Trunks, our families are too...but this does not mean I favour him over any of you.“ He calmed the situation, then spoke directly to Trunks,

”I need you to show the same level of respect to me as everyone else in here, too, ok? It is the morning of the first day, so I will let this slide, but please give more effort.“

Trunks nodded, but rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair, when Gohan turned to the whiteboard and wrote down the title of the next lesson, before collecting in the students' essays and handing out exercise books.

The next lesson would be a boring maths lesson, which Trunks sat through. He was ahead of his peers in scientific and mathematical subjects, thanks to his master's teaching, so sitting through a recap of something he found so simple was like watching paint dry.

Whenever Trunks raised his hand, he felt like Gohan always asked someone else. He didn't like being ignored.

He knew the answers to everything, it was incredibly annoying to hear someone who clearly didn't know something harder than expanding brackets in algebra, try to solve the equation on the board that Trunks could do in his head.

Gohan was encouraging and made sure the students felt no shame in making mistakes.

”Alright, Cherri, so now you need to get the unknowns on one side of the equation.“ Gohan advised her, writing on the board the step she just explained with his help.

The girl stammered, her face going a little red from the attention.

”The answer is 4!“ Trunks, finally fed up, called out the answer.

”Well, yes, that is correct, but I wasn't asking you, I was asking Cherri.“ Gohan put down his pen and his serious tone returned.

”She obviously didn't know!“ Trunks folded his arms, determined to not apologise for doing what he thought was right.

”It's rude to interrupt, regardless.“ Gohan told him, before moving on.

Finally, it was time for break and when Trunks decided he was going to talk to Gohan, he was surprised to find girls in his class talking to him instead, asking him tons of questions.

”So, you work out?“ One asked, taking a look at his arms.

”Of course he does, just look at him!“ Her friend cut in and Gohan blushed and nodded, explaining his reasons, which Trunks knew to be false.

”Oh, hey, Trunks!“ Gohan spotted him and took his opportunity to get out of that conversation.

”I wanted to have a chat about before.“ He approached his pupil, who was causing him some concern.

”Oh...same.“ Trunks fiddled with the sleeves of his jumper, something he always did when he was nervous, which Gohan took notice of.

”Why did you feel like you could do that?“ Gohan's voice was calm; it always made Trunks feel more at ease.

”I dunno...it just felt like...you were ignoring me. I just got a bit fed up...because I already knew the stuff and you weren't asking me.“ The teen shrugged his shoulders, not meeting his eye.

”Trunks,“ Gohan placed his hand on his shoulder, making the boy glance up at him.

”I just want to know what the others know. I know you're able to do this, but most of them aren't.“

Gohan did make sense, but Trunks was stubborn. His mother said it was a trait of his father, though she was stubborn too.

”I spend a lot of time with you...and I love spending time with you...but it's not fair to give you all my focus...

You know I really love you, right?“

That was enough to make Trunks smile.

”I know...thanks, Gohan...I mean Mr Son.“ Trunks giggled before running off.

Gohan watched as the other kids played together gleefully. It was heartwarming to see them be actual kids and enjoy their disrupted youth. It only made him more determined to fight for their safety and teach them well.

'I might be an even better teacher than you, Mr Piccolo...'

He smirked, hoping Piccolo could hear him somewhere, feeling proud of him.

[toilet-bound-messenger]

TBHK theory: is Tsukasa really the "abuser"? + the meaning of the ropes

So I know that it is a common belief in the fandom that Hanako was abused by someone close to him since he did say that "he forgives it". And since he forgives it, it's obvious that it must be someone important to him, right? And that someone is most likely Tsukasa... or is it?

The reason why we think that is because of Hanako's reactions to when he runs into Tsukasa. So I guess a lot of us just assumed that he reacted that way because he's scared of Tsukasa. But I think that rather being scared of Tsukasa, he's scared of himself. Remember when he jumped on Yashiro after Tsukasa first showed up? I can't find the post anymore but I do remember someone saying that reenacting a past traumatic experience is a common way to "deal" with it. Thus he jumped on Yashiro to emulate that because seeing Tsukasa made him remember when he killed him. Which is why he's always so uncomfortable around Tsukasa: because it makes him think of a traumatic event. Not necessarily because Tsukasa was the "abuser".

We also have this image:

Which makes us think that Tsukasa might be the abuser because Hanako is bound by ropes while a shadow that looks like Hanako is saying something in his ear. A common idea here, is that the shadow is Tsukasa, however I'm not sure about that. If it really is Tsukasa, then why does he not have the patch on his right cheek? It might just be me, but besides the clothes, I think that the obvious way to tell Hanako and Tsukasa apart is the patches they have on their cheeks. Hanako's is on his left cheek and Tsukasa's is on the right. But as we can see the shadow doesn't have Tsukasa's patch. If the shadow does have a patch then it's on the side that we can't see: the left side, the same as Hanako's.

Thus, I think that this shadow might, or might not be a metaphoric representation of Hanako himself, fucking himself over and tying himself town out of guilt because he killed his brother. Hanako is blaming himself. After all, we can also see the knife being bound as a way to remind himself of what he did.

Oh, and let's talk about the ropes.

Another belief is that maybe Hanako was abused with ropes, that Tsukasa may have been into... bondage?? And he did that to his twin brother?? This doesn't sound right, doesn't it?

Tsuchigomori says: "you're always covered in cuts and bruises" but there's no mention of ropes. I mean, I'm only assuming here, but if the abuser really did use ropes then wouldn't they be easy to see? Tsuchigomori also says that it happens every single day so all the bruises he has on his body must always be fresh/recent, right? I would guess that rope bruises are really easy to identify whether you're a nurse or a normal person.

But then... What the hell do the ropes mean?! Well I have an easy answer to give: those ropes are a recurring theme in TBHK.

Almost all of the covers of the volumes have ropes on them and even side art from Aida.

Look at this:

So there could be 2 different explanations for this:

1) Aida likes drawing ropes

2) Ropes are a metaphor for something

I think it's obviously answer n°2.

Maybe what I'm going to say sounds super obvious, but I feel like ropes are a way to show us that all of those characters are "bound" together. Their stories and lives are all tied together since they're all important characters in the story and they're the ones to move the plot forward.

We can see it especially here:

The rope is tied to Hanako's pinky finger, and most times, in Japanese culture they call that the "red string of fate". Basically, you're tied to someone else. Which is most times your soulmate. That whole rope thing means that all of those characters' fates are tied to eachother.

But now the last point: if I don't think that the abuser is Tsukasa and that the rope doesn't mean that Hanako was abused with ropes then what the hell does this all mean? Who's the abuser?

Well to be honest... I don't know.

I think the obvious answer here would be their parents. I mean, we know nothing about them. Where are they?? Could Hanako and Tsukasa be orphans?

Maybe they were abused in the orphanage, after all, it's common knowledge that Japanese orphanages are shit. (Or at least they were shittier back then, maybe now it's better but I'm not a specialist in the subject.)

Also, isn't it weird how we always saw past Hanako but never past Tsukasa? Why? Why haven't we seen him yet? Maybe because Tsukasa was abused even more than Hanako.

Let me explain: we got this whole explanation

This is in chapter 46 when Amane was talking about Scorpius and Antares, and how they're actually twin stars but that one of the 2 is brighter than the other so you can only see one of them. (Sorry for the quality of the image, I can't find better.)

This is obviously a metaphor for Amane and Tsukasa. So what does it all mean?

Well, long story short: I think that Tsukasa wasn't allowed to go to school while Amane was.

If my orphanage theory is correct, then I would guess that the orphanage had funding issues (I mean, it's a problem even to this day and not only in Japan. Orphanages being short on money because the governement doesn't care enough to help abandoned kids is ocurrent.)

So I don't find that hard to believe that the orphanage might've been like "Fuck it! Let' send the older twin brother to school and the younger one can stay here. We can't afford to send all of our children to school after all." I mean it's weird, right? That in the flashback Tsuchigomori didn't even mention Tsukasa. If Tsukasa was really going to school and was the abuser then wouldn't Tsuchigomori be like "oh, it's weird how your twin brother doesn't have any bruises while you do. Is he the one to do this?"

But no. There is absolutely no mention of Tsukasa whatsoever. Which is really, really weird. I had twins in my classroom throughout elementary school and middle school and they were always put in the same classroom. So if Tsukasa really did go to school I would guess that they would not only be in the same classroom, but also Tsuchigomori would bring him up.

Thus while Amane was in school, Tsukasa was the one being abused, and that's why he's so fucked in the head. Because Tsukasa was actually the one getting most of the beatings, the cuts and the bruises.

Of course, school in Japan lasts longer than in the west with the clubs and all. But I would guess that Amane didn't join a club because he wanted to get back as quickly as possible to help his brother. That's why Amane didn't have any friends. Because he would always rush to the orphanage after school.

I think, Amane being the caring big brother he is, he would take the abuse instead of Tsukasa when he was "home" to protect him as much as he could, but since he was at school most of the time, Tsukasa was the one taking most of the beatings.

And since Amane was going to school, I would guess that they went "easier" on him so the teachers wouldn't call the cops on them. That's also why Amane decided "not to go anywhere anymore."

Because whenever he's away from his brother, Tsukasa gets hurt. Amane decided to throw his dream away to protect Tsukasa from the abusers.

And so, that is also why I think that Tsukasa has a mental illness. That's why he's so much more emotionally unstable than Amane. Hanako has obviously problems too, but Tsukasa is the one who got the short end of the stick.

I would guess, Tsukasa may be a sociopath at this point. A current belief, is that sociopaths like to hurt animals/kill them to feel something. When someone is abused, what the brain does is to "repress" emotions to feel less pain. That's how different mental illnesses get born.

For example, "dissociating" to feel like you're not you, to believe that it's someone else who's suffering right now your brain tries to make you believe that you're "out" of your body.

Dissociative personality disorder makes you develop multiple personalities inside yourself so you can switch between them and feel like you're safe while another personality is taking the abuse for you.

And then, of course, sociopathy, your brain "turns off" your emotions for you to stay "sane" but funnily enough, in the long run it makes you insane since you can't feel emotions in normal situations anymore.

A lot of mental illnesses come from traumatic experiences, they're defensive mechanisms after all. Mental illnesses are your brain trying to protect you from excessive pain...

This got dark real quick, sorry.

Anyway, this whole theory started with a thought I had: "Why would a sibling, not to mention a TWIN, abuse his brother?"

The conclusion I came to is: they wouldn't.

I'm not saying that it's definitely impossible at a 100% but I always found that weird how everyone thinks that a twin sibling would abuse his other sibling. Especially since twins are so close.

And to end it all...

I think that what went down with the Yugi siblings is that, one day they decided to end it all. They couldn't take the suffering anymore so they decided to kill themselves.

But right at the end, Tsukasa's emotions finally kicked in and he got scared at the last moment. And so, he begged Amane to finish the job. Amane then got traumatized from killing his brother and he ran to the girls' bathroom and hung himself out of guilt. Or maybe he also stabbed himself like Tsukasa? Who knows.