#N°19

[linoyes]

[mochiwei]

Day 19: Reward

Princess Zelda and Link from Captain N/Zelda the Animated Series!

Print available here!

[jazzstarrlight]

MD:MI Ch.3 Pg.19

N begins to enter REM where someone greets him. His mind knows Uzi wouldn't have wanted to see him unalive himself (multiple times). But all he wants is to see Uzi again. Maybe some lucid dreaming could set something up for him.

[kayime]

so apparently 'd He brothers' have preference for a partner

[glockstore]

CZ scorpion EVD3 ready for quick deal

[milk-ducts]

ouggh:/;…… i missed your beautiful face sweetheart ,….

[propertyofjameswilson]

Season three James Wilson sticking out his tongue collection

[holylulusworld]

Torn in two (1) - Angstober 19

Summary: It should’ve been the happiest day of your life.

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (platonic for now)

Warnings: heavy angst, Steve being the worst, cheating, lies, deception, sadness, arranged marriage, unrequited love

Square filled for @steverogersbingo 2023 (expired): E4: Unrequited

Square filled for @steverogersbingo 2024: D3: Crime/Mafia

Trope: angst

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Should’ve. Could’ve. Would’ve. You never understood the meaning of the song until today. What a difference a day can make, huh?

Not hours ago, you twirled in your white wedding gown, giggling like a schoolgirl because you were about to marry the man you loved and adored for so long.

Everything seemed perfect. Your wedding gown. The ceremony. Your husband. For a moment, you believed you’d get your happily ever after.

That was, of course, until you discovered the truth behind his commitment. Not love and devotion but greed and power hunger were the reasons for his proposal.

One day earlier, after your wedding ceremony, …

You smile as Steve holds your hand tightly. Even though your marriage was arranged by your father, Steve promised you could make it work. You never doubted that your marriage would be anything but happy. For years, you have been hopelessly devoted to Steve, and your heart only ever belonged to him.

He was the one who needed time to confess his love to you. Your father doesn’t need to know that you would’ve married Steve, with or without his involvement.

“My love,” Steve whispers lowly, “we should welcome our guests at the party. How about you greet your friends? I’ll talk to Sam and James.”

You nod but hate that Steve lets go of your hand to walk toward his friends. Sighing, you look around the crowded room.

While you walk around the crowded room to greet your guests, chatting with them, Steve, Sam, and Bucky leave the room to talk in private.

You frown. Why would your groom leave his party to talk to his friends? He can speak to them any other day.

Curiosity is getting the best out of you. Before one of the guests can stop you from sneaking out of the ballroom too, you excuse yourself, lying about using the bathroom.

“You must be all over the moon." Bucky can’t hide the jealousy written all over his face. Steve Rogers, the golden boy, always seems to get the best in life. “You’ve got this pretty wife, and to spend a honeymoon with her on an exotic island.”

Steve huffs. “If only you knew.”

“What do you mean?” Sam furrows his brows. He believed his friend got his happily ever after, only for Steve to look like someone kicked him in the guts. “You do not look happy for a newlywed.”

“I’d look happier if my bride was Peggy, not that spoiled brat.”

Bucky cocks his head at Steve’s words. He didn’t expect his friend to talk like that about you. “What the fuck, Steve! You just married the woman. She’s sweet and pretty. I’d kill to get a wife like that!”

“Well then, take her,” Steve spats. “I never wanted to marry her.”

“Steve, are you drunk?” Bucky grabs Steve’s upper arms, shaking him lightly. “Because if you’re not, I gotta punch the stupidity out of you.”

“Her father wanted this bond, okay. If I want to take over his empire one day, I must give him an heir. I agreed. Y/N isn’t Peggy, but she will do. After her father retires, I can divorce her and marry someone else.”

Sam’s eyes widen. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. The business is not new to him, but hearing Steve talk so lowly about you makes him sick.

“I got to go.” Sam turns on his heels and storms off, not looking back.

“Punk, you can’t be serious." Bucky looks his friend in the eyes. “Please tell me you tried to be funny, and we can laugh about your not-funny joke.”

Unbeknownst to the friends, you stand a few feet away, clasping one hand over your mouth. Hot tears spill from your eyes as you try to fathom what you just witnessed.

You put a brave face on and hold your head high. This is your wedding, and you won’t let anyone see how torn your heart truly is.

After hearing the truth and crying for half an hour in the bathroom, you freshened up your makeup and decided not to give anyone in the ballroom the satisfaction of laughing about your predicament.

Even if you despise Steve now, you let him ask you for the first dance as husband and wife. You don’t look him in the eyes; instead, you look around the room, finding a similar pair of blue eyes.

Bucky watches your lips wobble, and a single tear run down your cheek. His stomach drops because he can see you trying so hard to not show the hurt.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Steve lies through his teeth. You can see it in his eyes when you look up at him. “I like the gown.”

“Sure,” you reply with venom in your voice. “How about you dance with Peggy next, because she will be the second Mrs. Rogers, won’t she?”

He looks like someone slapped him across the face, and for the first time since he broke your heart, you smile.

“What? Got nothing to say, Steve?” You huff. “Oh, I forgot. You discuss your betrayal only in private with your buddies.”

Dropping his hand, you step away from Steve and size him up before you leave the ballroom, excusing yourself.

Now, ...

Half of town was looking for you. After you ran from the party, you were nowhere to be seen for a day. I felt like the ground opened and swallowed you whole.

That night, you should have laid in Steve’s arms; instead, you were sitting at your old apartment, crying yourself to sleep because he didn’t even try to find you. You left your phone on, and he knew where you were living.

Steve simply didn’t care enough to look for his missing wife. Maybe he even spent the night with his former lover, Peggy Carter. The woman he wanted to marry instead of you.

You can’t blame him, though. Your father loves to make promises he doesn’t intend to keep. He promised to never use you as a pawn in his business. But here you are, sitting in your wedding gown, with messed-up makeup and a broken heart.

“Doll?” Bucky sighs because he finally found you. He didn’t believe you had come to your old apartment. It’s empty except for the old armchair Steve hated and didn’t want to keep. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” you reply.

“You heard—” Bucky bites his tongue when you sniffle. “Hey, I’m sorry. Maybe Steve didn’t mean it that way. He gets a little intense sometimes.”

“I don’t think so,” you snap at Bucky. “He said loud and clearly that he wants to marry Peggy Carter after he took over my father’s empire.”

You angrily wipe the tears off your cheeks. “There is nothing to get wrong, James. Steve hates me. He lied for months. He never loved me. He'll never love me. I thought—" You look at Bucky with tear-clouded eyes.“ I waited for him, James. All those years I waited for him to see me, and when he did, I was the happiest.

“Oh,” Bucky nods, understanding your feelings very well. He has been waiting for someone to require his feelings for years, too. Only for you to marry his best friend.

“I was a fool to believe Steve Rogers could ever love me.” You raise your hands and drop them again. “How could he? I’m nothing like Peggy. She was all a man could ever want.”

“Doll,” he steps closer to crouch down next to the old armchair you’re sitting in. “What are you going to do now?”

You dip your head to look at Bucky. “I’ll get my life back. My father, Steve, and everyone else in my life always told me what to do. It’s time to stand up for myself. Don’t you think?”

Part 2

Tags in reblog.

[brownsugaboba]

title: “Christmas Special: Christmas Eve at Wayne Manor.”

december 27th, 2024.

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bruce wayne x reader.

black reader: anyone can read, but emphasis on black.

19+: NO MINORS. only those that are 19+.

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the crackling sound of the fire was the only noise breaking the quiet sound in the library. unlike other days when the manor was full of all familiar faces, today was easily the opposite.

outside the large bay window, snowflakes floated gently down, painting the city of gotham in soft shades of white. you and bruce sat on the floor beside the grand oak table, surrounded by stacks of ribbon, wrapping paper, and a numerous amounts of gifts — all neatly organized by size, color, and name. of course damien had the most.

bruce had his arms folded across his chest, eyeing the task in front of him with the same focus he reserved for gothams most stressing matters; opposite of this completely.

still, the frown on his face suggested he wasn’t exactly enjoying the festive atmosphere. for the simple fact of wrapping gifts.

“i don’t know why you’re insisting on this darling,” bruce muttered, his voice low but filled with a hint of reluctant amusement.

“the kids are all grown up now. they don’t need gifts anymore.”

you glanced at him, rolling your eyes playfully. “everyone needs a gift. it’s not about necessity; it’s about tradition.”

“and, i think they’re at an age now where they’re going to appreciate the simple gesture. they might be adults now, but they’ll always be our kids.”

he shifted his gaze to the window after hearing you say those words. our kids. though you said it so consistently when you spoke about them, his heart always fluttered when you did.

as he watched the soft glow of the streetlights through the curtain of snow, his expression softened; but he still didn’t respond. instead, he picked up the next gift and started wrapping it with methodical precision.

you smiled at his action, and sipped from your mug of hot chocolate, the warmth of it spreading through your chest. "besides," you added, looking up at the window with a quiet contentment, "it's nice to have a little peace tonight, with everyone out doing their own thing."

bruce gave a short grunt in agreement, his fingers expertly maneuvering the paper around the gift. “peaceful is always good with you around,” he murmured. "and the view... it’s not bad."

just then, the soft sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and alfred entered the library with his usual dignified presence. he glanced at the scene before him with a raised eyebrow. “i trust you two are managing to wrap the entire manor’s worth of presents without incident?”

“we’re managing,” you replied, a hint of amusement in your voice.

“though i think bruce is pretending he doesn't care about the gifts at all.”

bruce shot you a sideways glance. “i could be paying someone to do this..” he muttered, picking up another gift. “but spending time with the person you love is better.” he finally gives in.

alfred smiled and crossed the room, his gaze sweeping the peaceful scene. “well, i do hope you're both enjoying the evening, despite your protestations. would you like anything before i retire for the night? biscuits or tea, perhaps?”

“no, thank you, alfred, you’ve helped out so much already” you said kindly, giving him a smile. “we’re all set. just enjoying the quiet now.”

bruce nodded his head in agreement, but as alfred began to turn to leave, you quickly reached into a small bag next to you. you handed him a carefully wrapped gift with a soft smile.

“for you, alfred,” you said, nodding toward the package. “i hope you like it. you should open it in private though."

bruce raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. “what is it? another one of your ‘special’ gifts?”

alfred looked between you both, his eyes full of confusion as he held the gift.

you couldn’t suppress a playful smile. “not what you think,” you teased, nudging bruce’s arm gently and messing him up on his cutting of the wrapping paper. “it’s something he’ll appreciate, i’m sure.”

alfred, ever the gentleman, accepted the gift with a smile, though his curiosity was evident. “i’m certain it’s something very thoughtful,” he said, his tone warm but polite. “thank you, miss (y/n). i’ll open it later, as you suggest.”

bruce smirked, still skeptical and wanting to tease you more. “it’s probably just another book, isn’t it? she’s always getting you books, alfred.”

you rolled your eyes at bruce’s teasing, but before you could respond, you grabbed a small piece of tape from the table and, with a mischievous grin, stuck it over his mouth. the sudden surprise had him raising his hands in protest as he tried to pull it off, but you gently stopped him by holding his wrists, laughing softly.

you ignored him entirely and turned back to alfred. “he’s just teasing, but i truly do hope you enjoy the gift.”

alfred watched you too with a gleam in his eye, truly happy that you two could have each other by your sides at a time like this. “thank you again for the gift. i’ll see you both in the morning.”

with a final nod, alfred turned and left the room, the soft sound of his footsteps fading into the distance.

you smiled, finally pulling the tape off bruce’s mouth as he glared at you. “there. now we can get back to wrapping.”

he rubbed his mouth with a mock grimace. “not so fast,” he muttered. “i need a second.”

“a second for what, to catch your breath?,” you teased, your grin widening.

before you knew it you back was flat against the floor beneath you, and bruce’s arms held your wrist down as he hovered above you; his legs on both sides of body.

you let out a small gasp because of the sudden movement and look up into his eyes with a bit of confusion. before you could ask any questions however, he spoke your assumptions away.

“maybe you’re the one that needs to catch their breath.” he responded, though his tone held no real heat; it was more playful than anything.

“what are you doing?” you smile at him, already knowing the answer to your question; however you wanted to tease him with whatever power you had left.

he let go of one of your wrists with a scoff and grabbed a piece of tape swiftly. you watch him, your smile slowly falling as his fingers got closer to your mouth.

“bruc-“ you chuckled and let out softly as he placed the tape across your lips.

with the smile now completely gone from your mouth, all he could take in from your expression were your eyes. and they were already done with the situation as a whole.

you had a feeling that he was just teasing you, and thing would go no further, however you couldn’t help but think that maybe things would. besides, there was no one in the house between the two of you, and alfred who was in his room on the opposite side of the manor. it anything were to happen, now would be the best time.

“what?” bruce questions you with a smirk, knowing you weren’t fully understanding the stunt he was pulling. “you were talking to much, i had to shut you up somehow.”

he moves your wrists above your head, and slowly moved his head under your neck and to the side. where he delicately places small kisses along the structure there.

the only reaction from you were the small groans against the tape that was on your lips. which you were starting to hate so early on.

he traveled lower down your neck only with his tongue where he feels the bumps and groves along the most sensitive spot on your body. he felt your hands form into a fist above your head, which caused a smirk to appear on his lips.

as your robe opened wider from him on your top half, revealing your dark breasts and even darker nipples, he let go of one of your wrists completely and brought his hands down to gently fondle with you chest.

as his tongue traveled to one nipple, his hand found the other with a gentle squeeze. he slowly rubbed the tip of his index finger along your already hard nipple, his tongue creating the same movements on your other.

the feeling of his tongue on your nipple caused numerous sensations to go off through your body. you let out heavy breaths through your nostrils. your now free hand almost immediately goes down into his hair to grip a handful of it, as your hips rolled just slightly; your body growing hotter by the second.

he feels your body roll underneath him, which makes him smile slightly as he puts his tongue back inside his mouth and softly begins place small kisses around your nipple. before finally placing it inside his mouth and sucking along it gently.

with your hand still in his hair, gripping it with all your might now, you push his head along your breast more; wanting him to take all of you in that moment.

it takes you a few more seconds to realize that your hand was truly free, and all you had to do was pull the tape off your mouth to help your body handle everything. however, bruce realized this soon before you do. so, once he felt your hand leaving his hair, his piercing blue eyes looked up at you firm and steady.

“don’t you dare.” he whispers against your nipple. he kept his eyes on you as he stuck out a bit of his tongue and glided it around your nipple even more.

your closed your eyes tightly at the sensation from his mouth, and finger on your other breast. the sensation drove your mind crazy with future thoughts, and ultimately began to have your body softly tremble under him. your hand went down to your breast, and squeezed it against his own, causing your body to react more to the feeling.

he swore underneath his breath once you closed your beautiful brown eyes, his attention now going to the shaking of your body beneath him. ‘all ready?’ he thought to himself, feeling rather confident now.

he kisses his way back up your chest, then your neck and finally meets his lips with the tape along your own.

once you felt his lips, you opened your eyes once again, finally gazing into his soft orbs. he brings his hand from your breast and gently takes off a bit of tape from your mouth, enough for your to speak.

you keep your own hand on your breast, squeezing it a few times as you tried you best to speak to him.

“ba..by..” you shakily let out and bruce couldn’t help but slightly laugh at you. he leans in and places a softly peck on your bottom lip, gesturing you to try again.

“i-“ you mumble, your hips involuntarily buckling right after.

he felt your movements down below once again, which only made his heart flutter more. your body was reacting so much because of him, and it made him feel content and in control.

“tell me what you need from me darling. what do you want from your husband?” he whispered against your chin, gently biting at the surface.

“fuck me.” you finally let out. “my body’s begging for you baby, please..”

“fuck me bruce.. fuck me.” you whispered over again, your hips involuntarily buckling yet again just from thinking of him inside of you.

he couldn’t help but smirk along your skin, at your begging. physically and verbally. it was a sight he would never forget.

“that i can do.” he responds. “stay quiet for me darling, all i need is a few minutes.”

he covers your mouth up again with the tape, he then goes down to your robe and quickly undoes the light knot; revealing what you’ve been hiding from him this whole time.

a mess. a complete mess is all he saw once he looked down in between your legs. it was moist and wet like no other, almost as if you had already released on your own. he let out a few chuckles at the sight, your body was truly yearning for him.

bruce quickly took out his hardened dick from his silk pajamas, and without hesitation, slowly inserting his rather large form inside of your pussy. not only was he wide, but his length was like no other.

“(y/n) baby, you’re so tight against me.. my god.” he groaned out.

he changed his position so that he was on his knees and his hands gripped the skin of your thighs. he pushed more of himself inside of you, with a loud groan. he wanted to fit it all inside in one go, though he had never succeeded before.

as he continued to push more into you, only getting halfway now, your back arched completely; reacting to length of him now inside. you knew that it wasn’t nearly his full amount, which only drove you more crazy. you continue to breathe heavily through your nostrils, and your hands move down your body like butter, stopping at your stomach to feel his imprint fill you up once again.

after a few seconds, he whole length was finally inside. he gripped your thighs a bit more as he slowly moved his hips back, taking it out now. he then went back and pushed it in, keeping his speed slow.

he could feel your body jerk forward against his length, causing him to moan at the sudden movement. you were only getting hungrier, so he fed you.

he began to thrust his dick in and out of your tight hole, loosening it by the second because of how rough and quick he went.

“(y/n) darling..” he moaned out. “be patient.”

he could feel you about to release, your head throwing back against the floor, and eyes rolling back; but he stopped you by quickly stopping his movements. edging you on.

he then starts back up again, making it a bit difficult for him not release as well, but he holds himself together and quickly comes to a stop before he can.

“be patient..” he repeats himself with heavy breaths. he watches as your body reactions to the sudden stop again, jerking and twitching; truly not knowing rather to release or continue on. he however chose for you.

after turning your body to the side, and lifting your leg, the quick thrusting began once again. he let out moans louder than before as he felt himself finally hitting the right spot over and over.

“bru..ce… harder baby.. harder.” you moaned out, your body let out one last jerk before you reached your climax. your warm liquid wrap around his dick as he continues his movements.

bruce was too focused on everything below that he didn’t see you take off the tape.. or the tears in your eyes as you cried out because of pleasure.

but he was glad that you did, because that was all he needed to busy inside of you. he moved one of his hands away from your thighs and gripped your breast as he involuntarily stopped his body from anymore movement.

you let out a small gasp then moan as you felt his warm liquid fill up the rest of you entirely. he lets out deep groans and tightens his grip around your breast as he continued to release, this release the longest of them all.

he uses his other hand to slowly begin to take out his dick, wanting ever so badly to watch the creampie he created. however his body had other plans once he involuntarily stopped again, his dick not even halfway out of you as he released yet again inside of you. he closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure, allowing himself to fill you up completely now.

you let out a soft breathy moan at the feeling, your hips thrust just slightly against his dick so that more entered inside.

he opened his eyes back up again and looks down at the creation. his substances were falling out of you slightly, considering his dick was still in you. he slowly pulls it out, hoping he didn’t release again.

you sit up on your shaky forearms to watch the show as well. once he removes his dick completely, his cum slowly falls out of your pussy. he rubbed his tip along your lips, allowing for more liquid to fall out.

in that peaceful silence, along with with the heaving of each others breaths, wrapped in christmas tradition, it felt like everything was just right.

fin.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Date One

|| Jinx x fem!reader

|| Warnings; writing mostly in Jinx's pov, Jinx stalks reader, swearing, bar setting, Jinx pulls out gun on reader and her date, possessive Jinx, Jinx and reader get drinks, technically a forced date, mention of hostage situation, Jinx desperate for reader

|| Summary; when reader's out on a date, Jinx can't help but feel like that should be her. So she takes matters into her own hands.

Requests closed!

Started; December 22nd

Finished; December 22nd

HurtCember2024; Day 19, Desperate

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Jinx had been stalking- no, not stalking. Not stalking. She was just... just following you! In the shadows. Following you in the shadows. Nothing- nothing wrong with that, was there? She liked you. Like. A lot a lot and was worried you wouldn't feel the same. So, she kept her distance. Still enjoying your presence. Your smiles, laughter and conversations. All without being there herself. Jinx practically felt like she knew you already! If she ever did decide to approach, conversation would be pretty easy. Wouldn't it?

Tonight you were at a bar. Laughing and talking up some random asshole and Jinx could feel her blood just boiling. Why were you happy with someone else? Why wasn't that her? She couldn't take it. She marched right over to you.

"Hey! Back off! She's mine, got it? Or do you need a little reminder?" Jinx held up her gun. Pointing it directly at the poor person who had dared to speak to you. You were hers. Fuck if she looked desperate right now. She wasn't about to let some- some loser just take you! No, no no no no. Not happening.

As for you, you were startled. What was Jinx doing here? Why was she claiming you were hers? You'd never even had a single conversation with Zaun's loose cannon and yet- here she was. Acting like she had the rights to be possessive over you. You knew better though, you knew to keep quiet. Not wanting to risk her turning around on you with that gun.

The poor person who had tried to talk with you quickly nodded. Shutting up almost immediately even just at the sight of Jinx. Jinx didn't need the gun to spook them. They dipped. You sighed. You kinda liked them.

Jinx felt a mix of smugness and pride swell up in her chest. She defended you. Saved you time on that worthless nobody. Who were they to think they could just- snatch you from her? She spun around. Looking directly at you. Her hips swayed as she approached. Her arms wrapped loosely around your shoulders, trailing her gun just behind your neck in a way that made all your hairs stand up. Your body was tense. A stiffness that didn't go unnoticed by Jinx.

"Aw... loosen up, a little! Is that any way to thank your hero~?" There was a teasing to her tone that sent you on edge.

"Jinx... why are you- how-" you didn't understand. She was talking like she knew you.

Jinx pouted at your reaction. You weren't jumping for joy. Why weren't you jumping for joy? You should have been throwing yourself in her arms! She was supposed to catch you and carry you off all romantic style! "What? Come onnnn, I just saved you! Where are your manners?" The last bit came out in an almost mocking whine. She poked your cheek with the barrel of her gun. Eyes locked to yours.

"I didn't- I didn't need-" you tried to stutter out that you didn't need saving. But the gun Jinx had against you was making you nervous.

"Pffch! Of course you did! Couldn't let 'em take ya from me, now could I? Hey! You could use a drink!" And just like that the conversation was switched up, Jinx was searching for the bartender. Didn't take her long to spot him," two..! Mm, what do you drink? I'm just messin', I already know~" she ordered two of your favourites. Your heart was in your throat. How did she know that?

The bartender placed the drinks down. One in front of Jinx and one in front of you, she happily drank from her mug," you got amazing taste. I'm not much for alcohol but this stuff is pretty good!"

Your mind was still trying catch up with what was happening. One minute ago, you'd been out on a date. Now you were... well you weren't exactly sure. It didn't feel like a hostage situation, Jinx didn't seem like she was going to hurt you. Just- excited to be talking to you," um.... th-thanks."

"You're pretty cute when you're all flustered, your cheeks are rosie!" She pointed out, setting the gun down to instead poke your cheek with her finger tip. A massive grin across her face," let's call today... date one! Don't worry about tracking little ole me down, I always know where you are~ thanks for the drink!"

And just as quickly as she had showed up, she was gone again. Leaving you with the bill. Wait- date?

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

What a difference 70 years makes juxtaposition of Citroën DS 19 Berline, 1955 & DS N°8 Étoile, 2025. Stellantis have revealed their new French flagship, an electric SUV Coupé with a remarkably low drag factor of Cx of 0.24. It will de available with 2 or 4-wheel drive transmissions and up to 350hp. The DS 19 was introduced at the Paris Motor Show with a remarkably low Cd of 0.38. In the first 15 minutes of the show, 743 orders were taken, and orders for the first day totalled 12,000. I'm not sure who many orders they have taken for the DS Nº8.

[linoyes]

🍰₊ ⊹ happy birthday april!! @telomirage ⊹ ₊🍰

[kentsjohnson91]

— 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏!

BEST FRIEND can we talk? — read 11:13 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) what? my text door neighbor is texting me FIRST? — read 11:13 pm.

BEST FRIEND forget about it i'll just go talk to someone else it's okay — read 11:13 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) hey no no no — read 11:14 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) i didn't mean to upset you i'm so sorry — read 11:14 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) of course we can talk. are you okay? — read 11:14 pm.

BEST FRIEND thank you — read 11:14 pm.

BEST FRIEND it's just been a rough night i've been thinking a lot about some things my friends said about me and it just isn't making me feel the greatest — read 11:14 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) what happened? i mean, only if you want to talk about it. i'm not here to judge — read 11:15 pm.

BEST FRIEND okay so my friend adam has always been on my ass about my dry personality — read 11:15 pm.

BEST FRIEND and he keeps telling me that i need to fix it, but i can't. i had a vibrant personality as a kid but then i got made fun of for it, so i've just kept to myself since then — read 11:15 pm.

BEST FRIEND and i just don't know what to do anymore — read 11:15 pm

weird ass neighbor (?) oh my god i'm so sorry — read 11:15 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) you don't deserve that AT ALL. adam sounds like a real asshole and if he can't accept you for who you are then he doesn't deserve you. — read 11:16 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) and i'm sorry if this all came from me comparing your personality to connor bedard's. i didn't think it would hurt you i just thought it was funny but i won't do it again if that will make you more comfortable — read 11:16 pm.

BEST FRIEND yeah — read 11:16 pm.

BEST FRIEND about that — read 11:16 pm.

BEST FRIEND i'm not actually upset — read 11:16 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) what?? — read 11:16 pm.

BEST FRIEND i just wanted to tell you that you give me ankle biter vibes — read 11:17 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) excuse me? — read 11:17 pm.

BEST FRIEND you give me ankle biter vibes — read 11:17 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) i heard you the first time, you asshole and you thought that was an okay thing to fake just to tell me i give off ankle biter vibes? — read 11:17 pm.

BEST FRIEND yeah… — read 11:17 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) fuckin unbelievable — read 11:18 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX okay this has gone too far. hi random nameless girl, this isn't connor, this is his friend will. our friend adam stole connor's phone from him and pulled this shit, i'm so sorry — read 11:18 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX this wasn't fair to you, and i want to make it clear that connor had nothing to do with this at all! i will scold adam for this — read 11:18 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) what? — read 11:18 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) what the fuck is happening??? — read 11:18 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX hi this is adam now — read 11:18 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX i want to make it clear that connor did say you gave off ankle biter vibes — read 11:18 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX but he didn't have anything to do with anything else. he doesn't even know we stole his phone — read 11:19 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX will was supposed to be supervising me but he got distracted by a dog — read 11:19 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX

— read 11:20 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) wait a fucking minute what the fuck is going on is that fucking will smith?

— read 11:21 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) like fucking 4th overall pick of the 2023 nhl draft will smith? — read 11:21 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX well it certainly isn't "the (fucking) pursuit of happyness" will smith — read 11:21 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) hey adam? — read 11:21 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX yeah? — read 11:21 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) shut the fuck up before i chris rock your ass got it? — read 11:22 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX yes ma'am 🫡 — read 11:22 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) good! — read 11:22 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) so let me get this straight — read 11:22 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) if that's will smith, then i really am talking to connor bedard? — read 11:22 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX well, technically not now — read 11:22 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) and let me guess! you're adam fantilli? — read 11:22 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX the one and only :) — read 11:23 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) how's it feel having the same number of points as kent johnson this year despite playing in 14 more games? ☺️ — read 11:23 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX this is will again — read 11:23 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX adam handed me the phone because you really hurt his ego thank you for your service — read 11:23 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) it was my absolute pleasure — read 11:23 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) so if i may ask who all knows about this text door neighbor thing? — read 11:23 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX uhhh hold on i actually don't know — read 11:23 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX let me ask adam — read 11:23 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX this is adam again — read 11:24 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX me, kent johnson, cole sillinger, will, and bedsy know — read 11:24 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) bedsy knows?! what an astute observation, einstein! — read 11:24 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX okay miss "is that fucking will smith?! fuck fuck fuck will smith?!" you're gonna get a kick out of this one!!! — read 11:24 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) enlighten me, einstein!!! — read 11:24 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX bedsy told me about your crush on korchinski — read 11:24 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) he WHAT?! oh for fuck's sake — read 11:25 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX well i then went and told kj and then silly, but they didn't tell anyone! i swear! — read 11:25 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX but will also knows i just told him — read 11:25 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) well isn't that just so fun! — read 11:25 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX it is! i'm really enjoying this :) — read 11:25 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) well hey that's so funny! cuz you're fucking dead! — read 11:25 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX now hey it's not very funny to wish harm upon someone but you know what is funny? — read 11:25 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX that we know you have a huge crush on korchinski but don't know your name! — read 11:25 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) y/n — read 11:26 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX well that was easy — read 11:26 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) yk it's funny, usually when you want to learn something about a person (ex. their name) you have to ask! clearly that's something that none of you boys thought of until just now!!! — read 11:26 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX well i for one think your name is very pretty - will — read 11:26 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) well thank you will! i think yours is pretty great as well — read 11:26 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX thank you 🥹 - will — read 11:26 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) you're welcome 😇 - y/n — read 11:26 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX and what about mine? - adam — read 11:27 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) i hate it! 😚 - y/n — read 11:27 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX i'm telling kj 😔 - adam — read 11:27 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) he'll agree with me ☺️ - y/n — read 11:27 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX it's true he will agree with you 😊 - will — read 11:27 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) well i hate to do this, but unfortunately i will have to cut our wonderful conversation short 😔 i have to be up early tomorrow — read 11:27 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX awww! what a travesty 🤭 — read 11:28 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) the only travesty is your start to the season, adam 😊 — read 11:28 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX goodnight y/n! - will and adam — read 11:28 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) goodnight will! - y/n — read 11:29 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX umm? excuse me?? that was signed from will AND adam??? - adam— read 11:29 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) oh i'm sorry! let me fix it — read 11:29 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX thank you — read 11:29 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) of course! — read 11:29 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) goodnight will! — read 11:30 pm.

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[saoirseyun]

━━━━FIGURE IT OUT, MY BAD HABIT.

⸝⸝ x fem!secretary!reader

IN WHICH━━ beast!dazai can't seem to find himself to love you back any further than what you two currently have.

CONTENT WARNING━━ angst, emotional hurt no comfort, arguements, fear of commitment, lack of proper communication, manipulative behaviors where both parties may be at fault*, sick and or twisted narrations, unhealthy coping mechanisms, sexual imagery, proceed with caution.

AUTHOR'S NOTE━━ written for a fantastic writer, @moomuzan. definitely check out ella's works every now and then if you got the time to—swear on my life, you wouldn't get hurt :]

WORD COUNT━━ 1.7k words, proofread

—He's implicitly tense tonight.

Maybe much more tense than normal, you'd eventually notice. After how he's hardly safekeeping those stiff emotions in check, his face in itself was becoming all too transparent for the eye's witness; your boss—the leader of Port Mafia himself—Dazai unable to stabilize his own nerves.

Why can't he; why must it have to be now, of all times? A begrudge—horrible look to his expression that blur between such nervous eyebrows and lips, the more you stared, and the longer he hesitates. It dishearten you, of rigid sensations from Dazai's skin in itself despite coming to be used to such sweet specks from those fingers, his hands... Eyes were barely ever on yours either tonight—anxious. And knowing Dazai he isn't a man to subject the tenderness of the heart.... It's inevitable to say that it's foreign to observe, closely, he's failing breaths and tearing his own body apart in that brain. You loosen your own grasp of his hand, the way it trembles shyly little by little.

He pulls away last second from your kiss, the thumb lazing on your delicious lips strokes itself away as Dazai took a step back and stares downward to your pretty face. He's not so confident, where as taking the move without drawled backs or even regretting to take it as his own, sort of confidence. Especially the sudden pause in Dazai's maple eyes and just knowing you'll be too intoxicating for him, he'd think. Was all he ever thinks inching away from you. "Do you still know what you're getting yourself into?" Dazai ensures,

And this? Far too often has this happen, for god's sake. A damn hassle just to get Dazai convinced enough that he does maybe loves you the fullest of his heart.

"...Dazai-san, please, it's obvious enough." Bathed breath evaporates from those shaky, tired lips. Frustration felt against the once comforting closure with Dazai... your brows knit together. "I've already told you about it time after time, why are you reacting this way?"

"I only desire to make sure so."

"...You're my secretary, are you not? I don't know much about you yet."

When you've lean your head to the side and take a couple moments blindly admire his brown eyes. Only, to some degree frizzled with the liberal strands of his brunet hair in the way—oh naturally so, you'd take the sweet time fixing Dazai's unkempt front bangs. He, in himself, maybe can only do very much less as he fixates his watch on you.

"It can't be."

You say, softly, rather defensively. Touch for touch, you felt his body beneath your hand. "You weren't one to act so hesitant." Which can be said towards anything he does. You've come to learn his sweet little mannerisms and etiquette regarding anything. "So what is it, 'samu? What's gotten into your head?"

But asking that is the worst possible thing you could've done imaginable right now. Watch attentively now—the click of his tongue and slipping those fine digits off from yours.

"Listen, we..."Dazai stops himself. A flick of his slim hand off the delicate skin that is your cheeks, a shift to his demeanor. "We've brought this up a couple of times. I'm still sure of that... However, I—"

"—can't have myself falling in love like this. Nor could I even let you."

He'd reminded—ramble on how it's too dangerous for you to be this close this life more than only being his secretary. Strictly. You weren't going to stand right there and listen, were you? You two—you two can make it out! Have it work, it's proven. Time after time, you and Dazai only seems natural to become a couple. How could he say those kinds of words so casually? What kind of sick freak. Frantic to think for some sort of explanation before—

"And why not? It's as difficult enough to make myself come to admit all of... this! My love!" You weren't even anticipating those same insults to blurt out your lips. To the palpable air and terrible, terrible vibe. "Now you're right here in front of me, telling that you're not allowed?" A scoff, "You've kissed my mouth several other times before, held this hand of mine into yours and just keeping each other as close as possible..." ...It scares you to think. To think that, perhaps, nonetheless the times he had mutter delectable, sweet words to your ear in times of need—private rendezvous underneath rain's cover or the safety of his locked office space—Dazai's an all-talk attitude. Albeit having the kind of demeanor of a sicken, lonely freak who's quite the gentleman regardless in reality. You've come to know him deeper by now, delicate, close, genuine, raw. Yet here you stand in the moment—doubting your own head.

...Guessing that it could potentially even be what Dazai wants all along—playing, foolish through your head and loosen the guard of your own senses. And him? He was disappointed with the ignorant faces you're making, unaware. "Please, now, my precious bella. Don't think of me so lowly. I'm not like myself as... much as I would like today. Trust me, have a little faith in me?" For your beloved? Yes, yes. A thousand times—without second thoughts or barely some times to think it thoroughly more. Definitely. Now? What about now? You'd think, not at all. "...Osamu, you're not sugarcoating me into believing that. I hate it when you try sweet talk on me too, y'know!?"

"I'm not trying anything." He'd raise his hands in defense. Headlock a terrifying shiver to the ear and falling to his spine as Dazai frowns at your reaction.

And then, you're tense. Tenser than ever.

Now, he'll ask himself, what has he done wrong? Can't you get it? You agreed to make it casual too, nothing serious—thus nothing more. It harms the heart nevertheless of such nonchalant words and mentally damaging, that's the jist. For some reason you've felt truer affection for the Port Mafia boss.

He's right on the money. You never wanted committment either from the start.

"Just take a look at us! I mean, it's been some time since we've began to privately date one another and I'm coming to realize that maybe I belong with you." It was exactly... naïve-esque much to Dazai's expectations. That desperate almost glint in the reflection of your darling eyes and such insistence. Kind of blissfully unaware which makes it all come crashing down in a major offense. Sorry if it hurts you in a way, surely he would've thought too alongside that in his head.

"That right there... That is one major problem."

A direct slap to your face, is what it all felt him muttering those words coldly with the bare minimum to pause and... Think. Think about you. Of certain love. "You're only getting it in your head! Don't act so cowardly to it."

"...[name], what I'm doing is for your benefit to be safe and sound—out of every fucking mess I get into with Mafia work. Now it won't even be smart and get with me... What's it to you, stubborn woman? You're a mere assistant to me; You shouldn't be explicitly involved."

Must he mistaken you to a underling? Working for a year under the organization's belt, you stood by Dazai's side for more than a single 12 months... You've felt the heart gone to hell and return between conflict after conflict, an unending cycle of relentless violence, blood smudge to the floors and grounds until the building themself stink of death and rotten flesh.

It's vile.

You can't help the words your mouth involuntarily spoke out in rebel to Dazai's repetitive rejection. Perhaps you did, or even not— "We can still be together and have that same level of security!" Is what you argue. Maybe double—or triple is what an unrealistic dream seems to be, but it can't hurt and imagine sometimes towards on that.

It was in the heat of the moment specifically why you won't back down, however.

As much as temptation touches the heart of his in sound of that ideal life, the two of you knew that deep down, it remains as nothing more as an ideal for another life instead. It's dangerous, life-threatening. If he falls for you now, it'll all collapse under a swift gaze of brute enemies dying of bloodthirst. That's all, all he ever knew. Ponder longer and for once the mafioso might be able to snap out of frustration, agony. Pain to what can't be have in his bandaged hands or held even a fraction near his bruised wrists. In shock, Dazai didn't notice the insult your lips blurt out, failure to comprehend after thought. Better yet, why must Dazai wonder about the whole ordeal now—his problematic worries and indescribable hyperbole fears. The man would've overthink and handle the situation at hand with ease... Thus maybe resting another couple of bottles last night was not the brightest.

Without a second to talk back you take in the irritation. "...Actually, y'know what? I don't even know why I agreed to this relationship." But fine, it was fun and scandalous to mess around oh so unprofessional with the man who's status much stands higher than you, wasn't it? Don't lie. Enter the office and share a brief kiss, exchange little gifts every now and then but often suggest a quickie or two on the chair—maybe his desk that you just so happen to enjoy ruining out of pleasure and sadism.

You turn from Dazai. Facing the flat exit in view, only the heel of your feet readying to walk away.

"I'll spell it out, though. I won't get sick for who you are but instead for what."

"I know I'll be in your heart until the end." Dazai observes how furious you would've been, rushing out of the office at once. "...You'll miss me, but don't beg me, babe."

...It is what it is. After that very last time of an encounter holding him as if Dazai was truly nothing but your own, you'll quit; first thing in the morning, and that settles it. Regardless of Dazai's disapproval.

You can't help but wonder if he really did meant well.

postscript: i knew that writing this kind of dynamic could be delicate, complex, and or even complicated to write in a way the [narrator] can't stand on either side; a losing battle where neither are satisfied and feels unhealthy. i guess that's the appeal to stubborn, rehashed arguements particularly anyway. id want the reader make up their own conclusion.

~from south korea with love, 수빈

[kayime]

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