#Should've said but you've got the wrong number

[golden1u5t]

mistakes | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: angst + fluff

ꨄ summary: you and spencer break up because he chose to believe someone else over you.

you phone had rang a million times, eventually you turned it off because you were tired of seeing the same name pop up each time: spencer. you couldn't imagine why he'd kept calling you over and over if he was the one who broke up with you because he thought you had cheated on him.

when everything had happened, you tried to explain to him that you didn't cheat and you were at home the entire day and the picture he saw was a picture from years ago. you don't know who sent the picture to him but it was a picture someone you used to know took of you at a party kissing some guy, it was old and way before spencer.

you hadn't gotten out of bed in a few days, only to shower and brush your teeth. your friends, really only one because the rest of your friends were spencer's friends and they absolutely hated you at the moment, came over to make sure you were okay.

a knock on your door pulled you away from your bed, you figured it was just your friend but when you opened the door it most definitely wasn't. spencer stood at the door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, he was drenched

from the rain pouring.

you were upset with him and hurt but you weren't about to let him stand out there and get sick. "what is wrong with you? get in here before you get sick!"

"why are you here?" you crossed your arms over your chest and glanced over his entire frame. spencer held the flowers out for you to grab, you hesitatingly took them from him and brought them up to your nose.

you knew why he was here, to apologize and try to get you back. quiet frankly, you would problaby go back to him just because he'd only broken up with you a few days ago and because spencer is honestly the best man you've ever met and been with.

"you were at home, like you said. i should've believed you, i'm sorry. just- can we talk about this- us?" he pushed his hair out of his face. you stared at him for a few minutes before nodding your head.

what's the worst that could happen?

"i'm sure you still have some clothes here and because i'm not a horrible person, you can go shower and stay here until the storm passes." you mumbled and moved past him.

when spencer got out of the shower, he found you sitting in the living room scrolling through your phone. you looked up when you felt the couch dip beside you. you shifted on the couch until your body was sideways on it, you drew your legs up to your chest and stared expectingly at him.

"better get to talking before you're walking home in the rain."

spencer had to suppress the smile threatening to show, he liked that you were still just as snappy as before. he cleared his throat and started to tap his hand against his pants.

"i'm so unbelievably sorry. I should have believed you when you told me that the picture was old, I shouldn't have believed an unknown number before you." he looked down to his hands before looking back up, you hummed in agreement and continued to stare at him.

"i'm sorry that I ruined everything we had, it was a huge mistake and i realize that now. i've hardly slept since everything happened. you were the only person that stayed with me despite my job being the way it is."

"because i love you, that's why I dealt with it. when you came to me with those accusations, i wish you could've felt what I felt. ive never felt a heartbreak like that before." you wrapped your arms around your legs. it was silent for a few minutes, just you and him staring at each other, thought's racing in your minds.

"would you ever consi-"

"yes," you didn't even let him get the question out because you already knew what he would say. yes, you would consider getting back together with him and really there would be no thinking about it. "in a heart beat. i would get back with you because I love you and- and even though you hurt me, i still understand why you did it."

spencer opened his mouth to say something but you held up your hand because you weren't done. "i know that i'm your first real relationship and your vulnerable when it comes to me, you'll believe anything that's believable. you've seen what's happened with other's relationships because of your job so it's only reasonable that deep down you would be scared that i would cheat or find someone better, if that's even possible."

"you should become a profiler with your ability to read people." he couldn't help but crack a small joke but he knew that you were right, everything you said was true and there was no denying it. you let your legs down and nudged his thigh.

"i was thinking about it, really. i mean, id get to be with you every second of the day. didn't you say your boss was looking to fill a spot?" you reasoning was absolutely horrible but it made spencer laugh, a sound you'd missed hearing.

you moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. the second your skin touched his, he pulled you into him and held you so tight you almost couldn't breath.

"god, i missed you so much. i'll never to that again." he breathed, you nodded the best you could.

“you better not, i won't forgive you as easily if you do."

[metaliczz]

Charles Leclerc smut

In which your boyfriend broke up with you and you go over to Charles' place

You were devastated. 3 long years of relationship and your boyfriend decided to put an end to it. You couldn't stop crying. He had left your house 10 minutes ago, leaving you alone in this awful situation. Tears filled your eyes as you could barely see what was in front of you. You were tired from all the crying, but you couldn't go to bed yet. You were sat down on your couch an the whole situation was far too painful. You needed to see someone. And you desperately knew who that "someone" would be.

You stretched your arm, reaching the coffee table that was in front of you and you grabbed your phone. Wiping the tears away, you dialed your bestfriend Charles' number. You didn't know if he'd be awake by now since it was almost 1am, but you decided to give it a try anyway. On the 3rd ring, he picked up.

"Hey (Y/N), what's up?" Your bestfriend asked. It took you a couple of seconds before answering.

"Can I come over to your place?" You asked as tears started to roll down your cheeks again.

"Always. Is there something wrong?" He said.

"Yeah.

You hung up, quickly put your shoes on and grabbed a jacket. As the front door closed, the pain in your chest started hitting you again. It hurt, so bad, but you still got into your car and made it to Charles'.

-

Three fast and hard knocks made Charles open the door in two seconds. As soon as your eyes met his, you could feel he knew what was going on. He closed the front door and wrapped his arms around you.

"It's him, right?" Your bestfriend asked, looking into your eyes.

"It's over." You said.

Charles joined you in his bed as he got close to you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. Your face was buried into him.

-

You had fallen asleep and you woke up at the sound of shuffling besides you. You looked over to your left and there was Charles. He somehow managed to get closer to you. You smiled and looked up at him, his face relaxed and shiny. He was still sleeping and you loved watching him as he did so. Charles looked angelic.

After staring at him for a while, he eventually woke up from his sleep. His eyes met yours quickly, looking into yours before he closed them and rubbed them. He yawned and let out a small groan before finally talking to you.

"Hi." Charles said, giving you a small smile.

"Hey."

"Are you feeling better?" He asked.

"Yeah, I really appreciate you."

"I'm always here. Whenever you need." He said, replacing a strand of your hair that got messed up while you were sleeping.

-

The two of you stayed in bed for a little talking about other things to change your mind from what had happened last night. The more you talked to Charles, the more you realized how badly it should've been him all along. Those 3 years and more should've been spent with him and not your stupid ex.

You stared into his eyes, feeling safe, but also butterflies. You've always felt different around Charles, but this time it was a whole other type of different.

Your bestfriend didn't say anything. He stared at you in return, his arms still wrapped around you, warmth surrounding your bodies. Charles moved one of his hands up to your face. His hand caressed your cheek, cupping it with his hand as his thumb rolled circles on it.

"Why do I feel this way?" You whispered, tons of emotions filling your body up.

"Because we love each other." Charles simply answered still caressing your cheek

Your heart started beating faster. Your eyes could only focus on his lips and your hand tugged at his shirt impatiently. Charles smiled, and pulled your face closer to his. His lips brushed against yours, making you envy him. He gave you a small kiss on the lips before having a whole make out session with you. You rolled over on your back and Charles got on top of you. His kisses trailed down to your neck, leaving hickeys all over it. His hands went all over your body causing you to shiver. Charles went back to kissing you. His heavy breathing made you go crazy, wanting nothing but more of him.

"Charles..."

"What? Did I do something wrong?" He asked suddenly stopping, a worried look on his face.

"No, don't stop. Please. I need you."

"Are you sure?" Charles asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

You answered by tugging at his hair and pulling him closer to you for a kiss. Charles pulled away from the kiss and took his shirt off, throwing it to the ground before getting back to making out with you. His hands trailed on the hem of your shirt, helping you take it off. The two of you took off your pants. You could see how the buldge in Charles' pants was growing, and you loved it.

"You are everything..." Charles said kissing your cheek, then your neck.

Your hands played with his hair. You couldn't wait for him to be inside of you. It's all you wanted. Charles took off his boxers... God was he big. You looked at him, not saying anything. You didn't know if you could take all of it.

"(Y/N), are you feeling okay?"

"I don't know if I'd be able to... take it all." You answered, kind of embarrassed. Your cheeks flushed pink as you kept looking at him.

"I'll go slowly and you tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I would never in my life hurt you, ever."

You nodded in response, biting your lip. Charles took your underwear off and guided his member on the edge of your core. He could feel how wet you were, and you could feel his pre-cum already. The mix of the two of you felt heavenly. Charles slowly put his dick inside of you, making sure you couldn't get hurt. A loud moan escaped from your lips. A wave of warmth flushed through your body as Charles kept whispering in your ear how perfect you are. After a few seconds, you got more used to it. Charles started thrusting in and out of you, each time going a little faster. He felt amazing. He was sweet, passionate and smooth with you. He was so patient. His thrusts got only better. His moans and yours filled the room. Charles' hand got to your clit, gently rubbing it with his fingers. A sharp moan was heard from you, burying your head in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped around it.

"(Y/N)... I'm close..." Charles moaned as he went faster.

"Me too... keep going. You feel so good."

In a matter of seconds Charles came inside of you, filling you with his warmth and love. You joined in at the same time, letting go of Charles' neck. All of a sudden you got extremely tired. Charles let himself fall besides you on his bed, exhausted. The two of you stayed in silence, thinking about what had just happened.

Charles rolled onto his side, looking at you. You turned your head to face him. He was admiring you, his eyes full of love and care for you. How long had he felt this way for? So many questions ran through your mind but you ignored them. You ignored them because you now realized that the man lying besides you was your only purpose of life. You were ready to drop everything you had for him. At the end, you didn't know why you loved him, but to you, that meant true love. Not knowing why you love someone is the purest kind of love there was, is and ever will be to mankind. His slow blinks proved he was ready to do anything for you.

"I think this is as close to heaven as I'll ever get." He said.

[arthenaa]

dan heng is unusually perceptive. those blue eyes scan every part of the astral express train as well as its data bank much to march 7th's chagrin. the poor gal couldn't do anything without dan heng's watchful eyes. caelus would only laugh at her demise. this however, was something mr. welt, pompom, and himeko both respected. as the designated guard of the train, he's been doing his job quite well.

too well, in fact. to the point that it has caused problems to your poor little heart.

as the resident medic of the astral express, it was your duty to do regular check-ups for the members. normally, you would go on about your day, loving the fact that your office was much livelier with the number of people visiting you. you expected to move on each patient with ease. however, you certainly didn't expect fumbling over yourself as you try to calm your shaking hands from dropping the stethoscope from your grasp.

why? because dan heng was staring at you.

but dan heng always stares! that should've been an easy challenge to overcome? wrong. absolutely wrong.

you were used to his normal passive stares of acknowledgment but this. this was different. it was like he was trying to dig out the surface of your soul and dive deeper into the depths of your mind. it was unwavering and firm as he stared at you while you clumsily tried to do your regular check-up.

"d-dan heng." you weakly call his attention. his gaze continues to dart over your face, finding interest in the blemishes adorning your skin. you give him a sheepish smile as you pull back, placing the stethoscope on the surface of your desk. he answers with a tilt of his head.

"yes, doctor?"

"d-do you have to look at me like that? while i'm doing your check-up?" you ask, hands falling on your lap as you try to look anywhere but at him.

he pauses for a moment, leaving you in the deafening silence.

"... like what?" he answers after a few seconds, playing innocently as he now removes his gaze from your face to the trinkets decorating your shelves. you raise an eyebrow at his sudden change of focus.

"you've been staring at me for the whole session. i'm concerned." you reply, breath hitching as he turns to the window, gifiting you a chance to admire his magnificent side view.

"i've always been naturally curious about things, doctor. apologies for my behavior." he nonchalantly replies, fingers drumming on the hard surface of the chair he's sitting on. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"i know, dan heng. but you've been unnaturally observant today. is there something you'd like to confirm with me?" you lean your body forward, to try and catch his gaze once more. you think you'd probably get used to it by now but the moment he glances back at you with a flicker of his eye, your jaw opens slightly as your face heats up once more.

dan heng smiles as he watches you flush in embarrassment before leaning back against your chair. you glare at him after noticing his amusement in your turmoil. "you've been staring at me the whole time! what was i supposed to do?!"

the raven-haired man only chuckles, sound rumbling deep within his chest as he focuses on you once again. he stares with an unreadable look on his face before he whispers something that finally got you to look at him

"... database." he mutters. you furrow your eyebrows as you lean closer to hear him.

"p-pardon?"

he sighs like he doesn't want to repeat what he just said. "the database. i read something there."

your eyebrows raise as you urge him to continue. he looks as you as if he's hesitating and knowing dan heng, you seldom see him hesitate on a variety of matters.

what did he read, exactly?

"i read that extended eye contact is the best way forward in conveying one's feelings." he breathes out fast enough that you have to crane your head to catch all of it. his face looks like how it normally is but you catch a glimpse of the red tint creeping onto the tips of his ears.

"huh?"

"i'm pretty sure caelus and march put it there. they're starting to become too comfortable entering the archive room as they please. they know i always check the records." he mumbles under his breath, face turning into a scowl. you blink at him in confusion.

"um, could you... add more context?"

he turns to you, lips pursing in thought.

"can i ask something of you, doctor?"

"uh, sure?" you answer, uncertain at his deflection of providing an explanation for what he just said. you enjoyed this young man's presence— perhaps too much from the previous times you've spent with him. this was certainly a change of perspective to his usual direct self.

"do you..." he pauses, eyes still trained on you. "do you think i'm attractive?"

you halt.

you don't breathe even.

you were certain something had possessed dan heng (possibly a young girl with the name march) to ask you such a question. you were sure trivial matters like this didn't even exist in his head and whether he was aware or not that he was undeniably attractive, he didn't let it show through his facade.

and of course, you'd say yes. you'd rate it a dashing 928 out of 10 if that was even possible. you'd be on your knees declaring his godly looks if you have to.

but for the sake of your sanity, you allow the chaos to only lurk inside the depths of your mind. an effect of it however is the heating of your cheeks and the hiccup you just let out.

you slap your palm over your mouth.

dan heng tilts his head like a dog.

he's absolutely killing you.

you wonder if belobog would be free for an extra medic in their care as a needed leave from the express desperately clawed at your need to be away from this man before he further infiltrated your mind.

"w-what? dan heng, are you well?" you ask as if its the only plausible question you can ask the guard of the train.

trying to deflect his question was a futile quest as he leans forward, eyes gleaming as his face comes closer to yours. "does this proximity allow you to assess your answer?"

you lean back in surprise, elbow bumping on the desk behind you as you try to crane your head as far as you can from his face.

you were probably delusional but you swear you saw his eyes flicker down for second.

"d-dan heng." you whine out his name in embarassment. you fingers grip the wood behind you as the man had already stood from his spot and placed his arms on either side of you, hands splayed on the wooden surface of the desk.

there's a soft but determined look on his face.

"i need an answer, doctor. it's incredibly urgent," he mumbles softly to keep the conversation between the two of you even though there's only you two inside the room. at this point, you were sure he was torturing you for his own amusement.

"h-himeko might come in any second—"

"doctor." he repeats your title with slight tone of chastising. the heat on your cheeks never wavered as well as the proximity between your faces.

you had to stop the urge from leaning up and allowing the distance to decrease.

dan heng and you were friends but it only walked along the threads of friends and co-workers. sure, out of all the trailblazers, you were probably the closest "non-march" person to dan heng according to caelus.

the stellaron vessel spoke how dan heng would always treat you differently than others. you tried to tell him it wasn't true but the silver-haired friend of yours only sent you a look of exasperation. you were right though? dan heng had always been a man who spoke with his actions. those same acts of affections you'd see him do to march or even sometimes to himeko out of respect. there wasn't any special treatment. he was just dan heng and you were just you.

so why was him asking you if you thought he was attractive beginning to sever those threads you tried to keep together?

probably because you now had to physically admit to yourself that yes, you liked the man and you would love to kiss him and make him breakfast and quite possibly, fall in love with him.

having a relationship with a job like yours was hard and taxing. you already heard about mr. welt's apparent apprehension with fraternizing amongst members of the express. he didn't exactly express distaste but he wasn't all that okay with it.

what would his reaction be if he accidentally walked into the med bay with dan heng trapping you against the desk and face so close to yours be like?

you'd hate to cause the poor man a heart attack.

you'd also hate to lose your job and be sent back home...

you pause to look at his eyes which seemed to border amused teasing and determination. you decide to indulge in whatever fuckery march and caelus put him up to.

"... yes." you mumble, eyes trained up to him. he raises his eyebrows to make you repeat your answer. "yes i do. can you let me go now?"

he hums, contemplating before pulling back. he sits back down on the stool before you as he looks at you with an unreadable look on his face.

"on what scale?"

"dan heng."

"please? i'm actually curious."

"i'm not so convinced you're yourself anymore. did you drink or eat something to make you this unwell?" you squint your eyes in suspicion. he smiles, a form of his laughter.

"i don't know. you're the doctor here." he quips, hands interlocking as it rests on his thighs. you roll your eyes.

"funny."

he lets out a chuckle that seems to ring in your head. aeons, it was so pretty.

"a 9."

he tilts his head up in surprise. you flush before saying it again.

"you're a 9— wait no, a 9.5," you correct yourself, as you grab your tablet to make notes. it allows you a moment of reprieve from his staring, covering yourself with the gadget as you try to calm yourself down.

"a 9.5," he repeats, sounding each word. you slowly lower the tablet to the bridge of your nose, eyes peering at the top. you watch his reaction as he stares down at the floor before smiling.

"not bad. i'll take it." he replies before standing up. you straighten up in your seat as you watch him get his things from the couch beside the door.

"dan heng, wait you're not yet—"

"i'll send my weight and height to you as soon as possible. i keep myself updated." he passively comments as the door of the med bay slides open. you expect him to be on his way but he surprisingly stops at the doorway.

"right," he smacks his lips before turning back to you. "i forgot to mention i also read something else on the database."

you have a feeling you shouldn't ask but you do so anyway. "... what is it?"

he smiles, innocent but teasing. "mutual attraction is a root essence of the concept of love."

you only blink in confusion at his words. his fingers drum against the metal surface of the doorway before continuing.

"i'm attracted to you as well, doctor." he adds before leaving with boyish smile on his face. the door slides close and you're left with your thoughts.

what?

wait. WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE?!

heat full-on flushes your skin as you sit on your chair with shoulders tense and palm against your face.

that motherfucker.

he's surely going to kill you someday.

a/n: using dan heng to remove my writing block hahahahha 10/10 rizz

©arthenaa 2023

[hihelloheyhowdy]

Nagi x Itoshi!Reader drabble

you have been dating Nagi for awhile now, but your brothers only seem to notice when you wear Nagi's Manshine jersey

You first saw Nagi at the U-20 game, and you couldn't help how your eyes were glued to him practically the whole game. Although you were trying to pay attention to your brothers, it didn't seem to work as they would naturally drift back to him. Then by some miracle when you were going to go find Rin after the game, you happened to bump into the tall, white-haired player. From there sparks flew. (He happened to be wearing a shirt of an anime you recognized- the conversation came naturally). You ended up completely forgetting about Rin (yes how awful of you), and ended up somehow getting Nagi's number.

From there the relationship took off, you officially started dating after the players got a break from the Blue Lock Neo Egoist League. You were pretty smitten for Nagi, and it didn't take long for the relationship to get more serious. Fast forward a few more months, and the two of you have been dating for six months now. This brings to your current predicament of Sae and Rin standing in front of you glaring daggers into your soul. It's not like you tried to hide your relationship with Nagi. In fact it would've been very easy to notice if they weren't always so caught up in their petty rivalry. You had worn Nagi's clothing around the house, you'd been on face time with him in the living room, you had talked about Nagi to your mother at dinner right next to them, you had said the phase 'my boyfriend' multiple times, and so really it wasn't your fault they never realized.

"Why are you wearing a Manshine city jersey?" Sae questioned you first he gave you an accusing look, what was he accusing you of you weren't even sure.

"Because it's Nagi's jersey." You answered as if it was obvious, because it should've been.

"Why are you wearing Nagi's Jersey?" Rin was the next to question, because what did you want with the jersey of that tall lukewarm loser.

"Because he's my boyfriend. You guys should know this." The room was filled with silence, until Rin spoke up again.

"When did you even start dating that lukewarm no body?"

"Six months ago. What is wrong-"

"You've been dating someone for six months, and didn't tell us?" Sae immediately cut you off

"No, I did tell you, multiple times in fact. You two have both been too busy in a petty feud to notice."

You got up, and walked away shaking your head as both your brothers protested your words. What was it Nagi always said, 'tis such a pain.

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pt.2 to this post (i'm still figuring out how to use tumblr pls give me tips)

[bluewhitehues]

Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Warning: mentions of anxiety

Part 3

The drive to your apartment was quite awkward, mingyu dropped you off and you guys parted ways saying bye.

There was a longing in Mingyu's heart.. he really had prayed and hoped that you both will get along, may be will go on few more dates to know each other . But alas that didn't happen.

After going home you showered and made yourself some quick dinner ...you were eating when you got Chan's call, at that moment all you wanted to do was curse at him shout at him so you picked up his call, " you should've told me if you had a death wish why pull such a stunt chan? " you were talking so calmly he got scared "hey why are you talking like that you're scaring meeee"

"YOU SHOULD BE SCARED CAUSE THE MOMENT I SEE YOU IM GOING TO KILL YOU, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU DID , YOU SENT ME ON A DATE WITH KIM MINGYU DO YOU KNOW WHO HE'S? LIKE YOU SHOULD'VE ATLEAST WARNED ME , IM NOT A CELEBRITY IM A NORMAL PERSON-"

He cut you off "FIRST OF ALL STOP SHOUTING..and what's wrong with it if he's a celebrity and you're not? I'm also an idol and you're bestfriends with me I don't see any problem here? And about the other thing ..y/n I'm really sorry I lied about it being a blind date but if I had told you you'd have said no.. he really likes you ,that idiot thought we both are a thing can you imagine lol, and then I guessed that he likes you and he didn't deny so I came up with this plan ...also he thought you knew and said yes to the date with him ,he didn't know okayy? He might be coming for me I'm so dead ...see.. I worked so hard for you and you're not even grateful-,"

You huffed loudly "Grateful my a$$.. you should not do this with anyone's feelings chan he must've felt so bad he thought I said yes and was all excited do you know how bad Im feeling?"

Now chan got alarmed , "hold on, why are you feeling so bad? WAIT TF UP DID YOU BY ANY CHANCE SAY NO TO HIM ??? I SWEAR TO GOD Y/N-"

And now in this one fine moment your pretty brain realised you gotta tell chan ..AND WHAT WILL YOU TELL HIM ???? OMG ...I said no to Mingyu because I like you? Because I like someone else? He knows literally everyone in your life and would not believe your lie and now you're freaking out you don't even have mingyu's number, what if you tell one lie and mingyu tells another you'd be caught right away so no you need to talk to Mingyu.

So you blurt out, "N-NOOO we just- we just went through it...AND OMG I'M REMEMBERING IT JUST NOW I left my purse in his car and I don't even have his number IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT send me his number right nowww" and you saved the moment just like that (you hoped it didn't sound too fake or extra)

Chan thinks something is fishy but thinks he'll find out anyway so he doesn't press you anymore.."you couldn't even ask for his number yourself seriously y/n you've got no game-" That brat thrives on teasing and annoying you.

"if you don't shut up and just send me his number right now you won't only have to worry about mingyu coming for you... sleep with one eye open cause I'm also coming for you-"

He laughs at you, " ok, okay let's all calm down..check your messages I sent the number..also you owe me full explanation and details tomorrow"

"whateverrrr bye."

"hey atleast tell me how was the date."

"NO.. someone once said *That's all you're getting* " you quoted his words from when you asked him about who is gonna be your date.

He whined about how that wasn't fair before you ended the call.

You were nervous as fuvk because what are you going to say to Mingyu it already feels bad enough but now you've to come up with a plan to tell chan. So before chan could go to Mingyu,you called him.

After dropping you off Mingyu went to his and wonwoo's shared apartment, where as soon as he entered wonwoo asked him about the date. Mingyu said it was okay, good, wonwoo then asked him why does he look so sad ..mingyu said he doesn't think it'll work out that's why ..and asks wonwoo to not to tell others about anything because he knew just like that all of them will know, that means chan will know as well and he promised you he would not let him know,he'll keep it a secret.

He was about to go to bed when you called him he was surprised but he picked up the call.

"uh Hello Mingyu? It's me y/n ...sorry ,did I disturb you?"

"Hey no you didn't ..what's up everything ok? "

"yeah everything's fine just uh Chan called me actually and I don't know what to tell him..I just I thought we should tell him the same thing so he wouldn't doubt ...I'm sorry I feel terrible to trouble you like this".

"I told you not to say sorry ..you can talk to me comfortably just how you talk to your friends it's ok .. "

"okay I won't say sorry again."

He smiled a little ..he has never talked to you that much, that too on call it's first time hearing your voice..he thinks you sound so sweet and he wishes he'd get to talk to you more often.."hmm that's good ..also about chan what options do we have?"

"if I say I like someone else he won't believe me so that's out of the option ..and If I say I said no he'll ask me the reason.." you sighed "I can't seem to find any reason to tell him"

"I see um then...we can just say we decided to be just friends? "

"that sounds good" you thought that's the safest answer.

"yeah soo.. is it ok for us to be friends? " He really wanted you to say yes .. he'd manage with just that.. being your friend.

You can't see him yet you can picture his hopeful eyes..."will you be ok?..with being my friend" You ask.

Mingyu thinks a little ..he thinks he'll take it as much as close he'll be able to stay with you he'll take it, it is dangerous but right now his heart,mind, soul everything just decides that yes they want it..

"Honestly, I've mostly seen you from distance yet I thought you were amazing so..I...I would like to be your friend and who knows someday you'll realise I'm hotter than chan and finally confess to me ..wow I would like to see that day." He's mischievously smiling right now and then he hears it your laugh..one of his most favourite things in the world ..he could hear it forever.

You laugh.."Mingyu seriously" he also laughs a little with you.

"I'd like to be your friend too mingyu but ...I know how it's like to be friends with someone you like..and I wouldn't recommend that ...it can be hard sometimes." You don't want to think about those moments again when you're trying to move on but you wouldn't want mingyu to feel like that as well.

He sighs," well I'm a tough guy " he's not...but he'd do anything to get to know you better ..he doesn't want to regret anything in his life.

"Ok then it's settled ... we're friends from now on"...you're smiling now

"yeah we are ...I like it" he's smiles softly.

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Author's note: Hey everyone this is it for today, hope you enjoy it❤️

Part 4 👇🏻

[lolitaa-17]

Interlude

Eren angst| Eren x Reader, Jean x Reader

You sat there waiting and waiting for hours. You probably looked stupid by now, one glass of champagne in a seat for two. Not a meal was ordered yet, nor an appetizer.

You looked in your hand mirror to make sure your tears hadn't messed up your makeup. You did it nicer than usual. You dressed up in a pretty light pink body con dress accompanied with white heels.

You glance at the small gold watch on your wrist. 6:55pm. He should've been here by now, he got off about an hour ago.

You dial his number one more time. Straight to voicemail.

You pay for the glass of champagne and walk to your car. You could feel your whole body heating as you walked to the car. The embarrassment washed over you.

-

You looked in the mirror. The smudged mascara running down your eyes. How stupid you felt coming home to an empty house. Thinking maybe he forgot. Thinking he probably would've surprised you at home. But no, it wasn't like that at all.

You dialed his coworkers phone this time.

"Hello? y/n are you okay?" He asked a bit concerned.

"Yeah, no i'm fine Jean. I was wondering if you've seen Eren before you left the office" You could tell how easily it was to tell that you've been crying.

"What? I thought he would've taken you to the company dinner tonight?" He sighed.

"Oh."

"I'm not at the company dinner right now, I could take you if you'd like? I'm pretty close to your place" Jean questioned.

"No, its okay i'm getting ready for bed. Thank you though" the tears continued to fall.

"Goodnight y/n" You could hear the disappointment in Jeans voice.

"Goodnight" You whispered before quickly ending the call.

-

You open the door to see Jean holding a tub of ice cream. It was unexpected but very much needed.

"Oh I thought you were gonna go..." You questioned Jean.

"To the company dinner? Not if your like this, may I?" He asked looking at you with a look of sorrow.

"Of course" You let him through and lead him to the kitchen.

How come another man treat you better than your own boyfriend? How come he had done minimum effort tonight than your boyfriend has done in a week?

"I came here to see if you were okay, I could tell you were a little off" he smiled as he passed you a spoon and the ice cream.

"Yeah, It was just...Eren and I made plans to go out tonight. I was sitting there like a fool for almost an hour" You laughed bitterly as the tears started falling again.

It wasn't the first time he's bailed out on you like this. With his phone declining, no excuse, and no apology.

Jean leaned in and gave you a hug. It felt so wrong to do it behind Eren's back, but it felt right. You've been longing for a genuine hug.

"Let's sit down" Jean sighed while leading you to the living room.

-

He watches you sleep peacefully, he felt so guilty. Hiding the truth to why Eren didn't take you to the company dinner. It hurt to see how much pain Eren had put you in these past months.

Jean grabbed his coat from the kitchen and made his was towards the front door. The door opened revealing Eren.

Eren looked at Jean with a confused gaze as to why he was even here and not at the dinner party.

Jean just sighed and walked out, not saying a word.

Eren walks into the bedroom to see you peacefully sleeping. He knew about today. He knew how you were waiting for him. He turned his phone off the whole night knowing you'd be calling. Eren knows, just by the look on your face that you've been crying all night.

He lays down next to you and hugs you tightly but carefully.

-

Eren woke up to see the right side of his bed empty, and it was too quiet for Eren. He got up to look for you immediately.

His heart slowed down when he saw you. He felt relieved. He was always scared of you leaving him. He never wanted to lose you, but he was selfish about it.

"Good morning baby" He walks towards you and hugs you behind.

"Morning" you said while making your coffee.

Eren noticed how you seemed more distant than usual, how you had the least interest in him.

"I have off today, maybe we can have a picnic or-"

"I have an appointment today, I can't" You walk towards the dinner table and sit where you had your computer.

"That won't take all day long though baby" He says following behind you.

You were too kind to Eren. You were too kind to anyone.

-

You ate the strawberries while looking out in the distance as the kids in the park play.

Eren had just been watching you the whole time. Watching your every move. Watching how you had no emotion written on your face what so ever.

"How has work been?" you asked trying to break the awkward silence.

"I don't wanna talk about work when I'm with you, I want to enjoy my time with you" He says pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

-

After that things went back to normal. Not much from Eren, he would always come home late. You didn't even bother asking him if he would like to have dinners out anymore.

You just felt like you were living in a non stop cycle. You needed it to end.

You cried, but you knew it was the right thing to do. Maybe it was wrong to leave without an explanation. But you couldn't bare to see the look on his face.

-

Eren walked in the quiet home as usual not expecting much. His phone buzzed.

"Goodnight <3" Natalia, the women who he'd been seeing behind your back these past months.

He sighed as he turned his phone off. A whole pound of guilt sits on his chest everyday and it just builds up every time he comes home to see you peacefully sleep in his bed.

This time was different. Walking into the bedroom to see it empty. It was something Eren never thought of seeing. He noticed all the little things on your side of the room was gone. Not a dust was left.

He dialed and dialed but straight to voicemail they went. He threw his phone on the floor shattering the front and back.

He wasn't mad that you left him. He was more proud that you'd finally stuck up for yourself for once. He was more mad that he'd let someone like you go away so easily. He cried himself to sleep that night, and the night after, and so on.

-

It had been over 5 months ever since you left Eren. It hurt but you got over it. It hurt more staying with him.

You told Jean. Jean felt guilty and he'd finally told you what Eren had been doing. You ignored Jean for days, how he hid something like that from you while you had been suffering. You got over it though, because you needed him.

"Is it too cold?" Jean asked adjusting the temperature in the car.

"It's fine, I told you like 5 times already" You chuckled while grabbing Jeans free hand.

"Jean...don't you think its wrong for you-"

"Nope...Eren had his chance to bring you to the dinner parties, and he didn't. So I'm showing you off" He grabbed your hand and placed a small kiss.

"And he knows y/n...I told him that we've been seeing each other recently. I'm not a dickhead either" He chuckled.

-

Eren made sure to put more effort in looking good this time. He didn't know why, He knew you wouldn't go crawling back to him.

He watched every guest enter. Wishing that you and Jean had changed your minds. Until he saw you.

Your hair was shorter, your smile was brighter, you looked healthier...you looked happier. The way Jean proudly introduced you to all of his coworkers. The way Eren thought that it should've been him introducing you to everyone.

He wasn't expecting you to talk to him, or even look at him. And you didn't, the whole night.

[thepixelelf]

do u know nct?? if so, jung jaehyun and cupid au?!!! if not then au where wonwoo is a regular dude and also the subject of a Prophecy against his best wishes? idk i hope these are fun!!!

I genuinely don't think I could characterize jung jaehyun if I tried... but I can do reluctant Normal Guy wonwoo!! I hope you like it :]

[mr chosen one] It's been three weeks and six days since Wonwoo met the most annoying person in the world. Three weeks and six days since Wonwoo's been able to relax. Three weeks and six days of your constant pestering.

You call yourself the oracle. Whatever the hell that means.

All Wonwoo knows is that you showed up at his workplace out of nowhere as the "social media manager". Why would a company that sells Tupperware need a social media manager? Wonwoo still doesn't know. He's pretty sure you just wormed your way in to complete your life's mission-- annoying the shit out of him.

The first day, you'd leaned into his cubicle and whispered, "Hey. You're Jeon Wonwoo, right?"

And when he hesitantly nodded, wondering how the hell you already knew his name since he was one hundred percent sure he'd have nothing to do with the company's social media, you beamed.

Smiled so bright he thought he might go blind, and said, "I knew I'd find you."

Ever since that first day, you've been telling him over and over again how he's supposed to save the world.

Step number 1: find the king -- whoever that is -- in the heart of the fire.

You haven't told him who the hell "the king" is because apparently, you don't even know. And the whole "heart of the fire" thing is fuzzy to you as well, even though you're the one who said that out loud in the first place.

Step number 2: behead the king.

Yeah. Sure.

"And where am I supposed to get the sword for that?" he asked you nonchalantly a week into your nonsense, his eyes not leaving the spreadsheet he was working on. "Amazon?"

You just shrugged. "You can get anything on Amazon."

Step number 3: bear the crown under the weight of stars.

Whatever that means.

"You can't just say no," you asserted two weeks in. "This is your fate."

"I'm good, thanks." Wonwoo poured himself a mediocre black coffee in the break room, where he'd gone in the hopes of avoiding you. He didn't offer you any.

You crossed your arms. "The world is at stake."

"If the whole world is about to explode, I'm pretty sure you've got the wrong guy."

Almost four weeks of this weirdness, and maybe Wonwoo should've gone to HR by now, but it sounds a little trivial, even to him.

Hey, HR, my coworker keeps telling me I'm part of a world-saving prophecy and is convinced I need to go on a journey. I want either for them to be fired, or a couple weeks off so I can go save the world. Thanks.

Yeah, no. Instead, Wonwoo just braces himself for another day of your pestering.

...Which doesn't happen.

At the halfway point of the first peaceful lunch break Wonwoo's had in weeks, he realizes he hasn't even caught a glimpse of you all morning. He revels in that feeling for a bit, almost embarrassingly gleeful to sit in silence and eat his cup-a-noodles.

Then the afternoon goes by, and you've still yet to meet your annoyance quota for the day.

Wonwoo is happy. Yes. This is good news.

You've finally gotten over your delusions, and he won't have to deal with you anymore.

He's poking his head in Seungkwan's cubicle before he realizes he's doing it.

"Oh, them?" Seungkwan says when Wonwoo asks about you. "They left. They told big boss man we had no reason to employ a social media manager in the first place and got themselves transferred to a sister company."

Wonwoo blinks. "What?"

"Shouldn't you already know? You guys were hanging out like every day."

After that, Wonwoo walks back to his desk in silence. Awkward silence.

Why doesn't he like the silence?

When he sits down, there's a yellow sticky note on his keyboard, which he swears wasn't there when he left.

He wouldn't recognize your handwriting, but he knows it has to be yours.

Fine. I'll behead the king myself.

Wonwoo pinches the note between his fingers, and he remembers the conversation he had with you just the day before.

"It sounds dangerous," he said, focusing on the photocopier in front of him.

"Oh, it will be." You were leaned against the doorjamb. Always close by. "You'll be dodging death at every curve in the road."

"Delightful. I think I'll sit this one out."

The note gets crumpled in Wonwoo's fist. He grabs his coat and takes swift steps toward the elevators.

"Where are you going?" Seungkwan calls out when he sees Wonwoo practically run past his cubicle.

Wonwoo presses the down button before he rethinks and moves to the doors to the stairwell. He yells back, "I have no idea!"

He really doesn't.

But you said all that stuff about fate-- if it's really meant to be him that saves the world...

His footsteps, in whichever direction, will take him to you. Through fate or whatever.

At least, he really, really hopes so.

[yelenasdiary]

Listen Closely

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Daughter! Reader

Summary: After your mother finds out your having a hard time at school, she takes matters into her own hands.

Angst | Comfort | Reader is 17 | Bullying | Mentions of Body Shaming | Dark Thoughts | Depression | She/her Pronouns Used | 2K | 

AC: Here’s the idea I posted about the other day haha! This fic is safe for minors to read, just please don’t follow my blog x. I hope you enjoy this x

"Boys, where's your sister?" Wanda asked the twins as they dug into their cereal. "In bed still" Tommy replied causing his mother to frown slightly. It was unlike you to still be in bed at this time, usually you were sat at the dining table enjoying breakfast with your younger brothers while they shared the dreams they had last night with you. 

"Brush your teeth after breakfast, no lying Billy, I can tell if you're brushed them properly" Wanda raised a brow at the young boy before making her way upstairs. You heard the soft knock on your door as you pulled the covers over your head, wiping the tears that broke free the moment you woke up. 

"Honey?" the softness of your mother's voice filled the room as she slowly opened the door, "you're going to be late" she added. 

"I don't feel well" you replied, the covers muffling the brokenness in your voice.

Wanda closed the door behind her before taking a seat on the edge of your bed, installing rubbing your back. If anybody knew you the best, it was your mother. The two of you have always had a strong and close bond to one another and as you got older, that bond only grew stronger. "What's the matter love?" your mother asked while still rubbing your back. 

Slowly, you pulled the covers back and held your stomach under the covers, "I have really bad cramps, they've kept me up all night" you explained before Wanda placed the back of her hand on your forehead, "Mm" she hummed as she brushed your hair back, "do you have any tests today?" she asked. 

You shock your head, "No tests this week, just study and preparing for next week's tests"

"Alright, I'll get you a heat pack and some pain killers before I take the boys to school. Do you need me to pick up anything from school?" 

You shook your head again. "Get some rest, I'll be back in a moment" Wanda placed a kiss on your forehead before leaving you alone once again. The moment you heard her footsteps down the stairs, you sighed before reaching for your phone. Taking today off was a big risk, not just because it was Monday, but because you'd skipped the last three days of school last week. You could only hope that you could get away with today before the school would call the house phone. 

Punching in the passcode to your phone only made the sickening feel in your stomach rise. You've turned off all notifications due to the bullying that has been going on for the past month or so. At first, you didn't let it get to you, some petty school yard like bullying wasn't something you ever paid attention too but when the bullying escalated in ways you couldn't ignore it, it started to take its toll on you. 

Of course, you didn't mention anything to your mother as you didn't want to worry her or let her make a fuss, she already had enough on her plate with the twins, work and the other duties that come along with being a mother of 3. Although you felt like you should've said something weeks ago when the unknown numbers started sending texts to you and your social media accounts soon became a pit for the bullying to continue. 

Little did you know, your mother didn't believe for a second you were unwell and she'd been suspecting something was wrong for a few weeks but she never wanted to over step your boundaries and privacy but she as starting to get more worried about you with every new day that arrived. 

"Is Y/n coming down for breakfast?" Billy asked, handing his empty bowl of cereal to Tommy as he stacked the dishwasher. "Not this morning, she's unwell. Let's get you two ready for school" Wanda smiled at the boys before they raced off upstairs to begin getting ready. 

----

After dropping the twins off at school, a little earlier than she usually would, she made her way to your high school to meet your best friend, Kate, before her classes started. She didn't like going behind your back like this but her worry got the better of her. 

"Kate, hi!" Wanda smiled softly as she managed to grab Kate's attention. 

"Oh hey Wands! What's up? Is Y/n with you?" Kate replied with a smile. Kate has been your best friend since pre-school and Wanda knew if there was anybody to talk to about you, it was Kate. 

"No, not today. She's not well" 

"That's probably why I haven't heard from her, I hope she's okay" 

Kate's comment worried Wanda even more, "you haven't heard from her? When was the last time you had?" Wanda questioned. 

"Uhm, Friday? I just assumed you guys were doing something for the weekend, so I didn't worry so much. Is everything okay?" Kate frowned slightly. 

"Honey, Y/n hasn't been okay for a while, and I really need you to tell me what's going on" 

Kate's eyes dropped, "she made me promise" 

Wanda placed a hand on Kate's shoulder, causing the young teen to look up at her. "Sometimes breaking a promise is okay. If there is something serious going on, I need to know about it. I promise nobody is in trouble, I'm just worried" Wanda assured the brunette whom she's known for many years. 

Kate nodded, "I honestly thought she would've mentioned something by now" she admits, "the popular girls have been giving her a hard time for a while. At first it was just some petty stuff that didn't bother her but it's grown into something bigger and I've told her she needs to talk to you about but she just brushes me off and says she doesn't want to worry you" Kate explains with worry in her eyes. 

Wanda's heart broke as she nodded at Kate's words, "Can you tell me everything?" Wanda asked, Kate nodded. 

----

Tears streamed down your face as you held Sparky close, patting him in hopes it would bring you some form of comfort and help fight off the dark thoughts that your mind was screaming at you. It was a bad idea, and you knew it but you checked your Instagram to find an edited photo of you trending via mutuals. A poster of you was made as a joke, body shaming you and calling you unspeakable names in the poster, comments, and captions as those at school hadn't seen you in a few days, they assumed you'd caved and did what they'd been telling you to do. 

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it, leaving your family behind and finally putting yourself put of this pain that kept you up late at night, the pain that made you grow distance with your family and friends, the pain the isolated you from the world day by day. Wanda came home to the sounds of loud sobs filling the home, her break broke even more. She wasted no time, throwing her handbag to the side and rushing up the stairs to your room. 

Her rushing foot steps up the stairs took you by surprise and gave you little to no time to try and hide the tears that covered your face. Your mother didn't knock this time, she just welcomed herself into your room. 

"Mom!" you frowned, looking away from her, "you're supposed to knock!" you added. 

"Not when my baby needs me" she replied sitting beside you and wrapping her arms around you. You broke once more, trying to wiggle out of her arms but deep down you didn't want too. "It's okay honey, I know everything" your mother spoke softly which made you stop resisting her hold as you looked up at her. 

"W-who told you? Did the school call?!" you asked in a worry. Your mother shook her head, tears filled her eyes at the sight of you, "Kate told me, I asked her too. I've known something hasn't been right for a few weeks but after seeing you this morning, I wasn't going to wait for you to come to me" she explained, pulling you closer to her and placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

You finally allowed yourself to break once more, crying in your mother's arms. "I'm sorry" you sobbed. "Honey, look at me" Wanda gently brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear when you looked at her, "there's nothing you need to be sorry about. I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't come to me sooner, I wish you did darling. I don't want you to ever feel like you're alone or even for a second thing that what those horrible girls have been saying is truth. Kate showed me some of the things online, I have copies and I will be talking to the principle" your mother added. 

"But mom, that'll just make things worse" you shook your head. 

"Nobody has the right to make my baby feel like this! I do not care who they are, I'll do anything and everything I need too to make sure this never happens again" Wanda replied, letting you snuggle into her chest once again. 

----

"Mrs Maximoff, it's lovely to see you" your principle smiled as she looked up from her desk to greet your mother. Wanda placed a small stack of print outs on the desk, "I wish this was a friendly visit" she replied. 

"What is this?" Miss Sullivan grabbed the stack and began to look through it. 

"I want the girls who are responsible for this to be punished fairly. This group of girls have been targeting my daughter for months and you nor the teachers have done anything to stop it!" Wanda explained.

"Mrs Maximoff, if things have gotten this bad, why wasn't this brought to my attention sooner?" Miss Sullivan looked up at your mother who just tilted her head slightly at the woman. 

"I only found out all of this today! Y/n said she tried to report the bullying and harassment when things started to get worse, but her English teacher told her not to worry too much about it and that the girls would get bored soon enough. That was months ago and now my daughter is at home in tears and in a headspace, I cannot imagine my baby girl ever being in. I don't want to take things further but if this isn't shut down and dealt with quickly, I will get the police involved"

Miss Sullivan was taken back by Wanda's rage; she's never seen your mother so furious before. "We do not take bullying of any sort lightly, let me assure you the girls responsible for this behaviour will be dealt with but unfortunately there is nothing we can do about the online bullying. We can't control what students do outside of the school grounds, but I am confident with chat with all the girls, this will come to stop." She explains. 

"Y/n will not be attending that chat, nor will she be returning to school until I'm assured that punishment has been dealt and listen to me carefully when I say this" Wanda looked your principle in the eyes, "if those girls or anybody else in this school hurts my daughter again, I will take higher action. You have my number; I expect to hear from you by the end of the day" Your mother replied before leaving Miss Sullivan's office before the woman could say another word.

Meanwhile, you were at home feeling a little better about explaining everything to your mother, she brought home your favorite take out for lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon with you, watching your favorite movies. Not another word was spoken about the situation that day but Wanda was determined to make sure this would never happen again and was pleased to receive a call from your principle as she waited for the boys to get let out of class. The girls giving you hell were to be spoken too and punished first thing on Tuesday morning.

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[elsplaything]

touch me\ellie williams

toxic!ellie x fem!reader

ellie cheated on u & this is the breakup sex angst, smut, oral (r!recieving), strap usage (r!recieving), crying (both r! and ellie), ANGST!!!!!!! cheating, etcetc a/n: this is my first fanfic so feeling a lil nervous... hope you enjoy :) (a little death - the neighbourhood inspired this)

you and ellie had been broken up for almost two months. you were the one to do it, as you caught ellie with a girl at a party, whom she said to ‘not to worry about.' her fingers were down that girls throat on that couch and you saw it with your own eyes. she was a fucking liar.

ellie had always been popular with the girls on campus, but you never worried about it because you were hers, as she would say, and she made you believe you were enough. boy was she wrong.

she begged and begged for days after you broke up, so much that eventually you had to block her number. "i messed up so badly baby, please, i cant go on without you." she was helpless, couldn't eat or sleep after you left her. she was a complete mess, dina told you that she couldn't even get out of her bed to shower for two straight weeks. all of her soaps smelled like you, her bedsheets did too, that's why she couldn't leave them.

you loved ellie more than anyone ever could. she was your entire world.. until she wasnt.

all of the trust you had for that woman was shattered.

you jolted out of your thoughts as your apartment door was being slammed on. it was two a.m., you were sitting in one of ellie's old band tees on your bed, just about to fall asleep...

bang bang bang

"fuck.." you muttered as you got up quietly, grabbing your lamp from the side table as a weapon. you had no idea who could be psychotically banging on your door at this hour..

you quickly turned the knob, opening the door and about to swing on the unsuspecting mass murder, but

you're met with ellie. a very disheveled ellie; hair cut in a very messy shag, her sweatshirt hanging off her skinny frame, sweat glistening on her forehead. she was panting like a dog, maybe because she ran all the way here…

"ellie- what the fuck are you doing?!" you dropped the lamp at your surprise, growing angry at her for being here when you specifically told her you never wanted to see her again.

"i-i'm sorry, fuck. can i come in?" her voice was raspy and low, and you noticed how her eyes were sunken in and the color was drained from her face. she looked awful.

against your better judgement, you let her in and sat her down on your couch.

you stood in front of her, making her look up to you. she looked at you with a certain yearning that you've never seen from her before.

your eyebrows quirked up, waiting for ellie to tell you why she was here.

"i cant do this anymore." she said bluntly, eyebrows furrowing as she chewed on her bottom lip as she always did when she was nervous. "i cant live like this, knowing you hate me because of what i did. it's my fault, i know, and i never should've let that girl climb on top of me like that..." she looked down at her hands which were fiddling on her lap.

she took a deep breath, "i just needed to look at you one more time. to hear you one more time…”

your heart pained as you saw your ellie, broken in front of you. she was never like this, always cracking jokes and getting all cheeky around you. she would never show this side to you, even when you asked how she really felt. this felt so surreal, she was actually being honest for once.

tears brimmed her eyes once she finally looked back up to your standing form. "one last time. then i'll leave you alone, i promise."

you brought your hand up to cup her cheek, a tear rolled down her freckled skin as she shut her eyes and leaned into your touch.

"touch me," she whispered, "please."

you knew this would be the last time with ellie. you didn't seem to have enough time, it felt, as you slammed your lips onto hers harshly while pulling her up off the couch. she moaned into your mouth as her hands clung to your hips, pushing you back into your bedroom. she knew your apartment like the back of her hand.

your hands strung into her short hair, pulling at her roots as she pushed you against the wall.

you pulled at her sweatshirt, making her pull her head back and ask "are you sure?" breathlessly. her eyebrows furrowed with worry as she didnt want to do anything for you to regret. you already regretted so much with her..

you nodded and kissed her again, not wanting to think about anything except her lips and the ache between your legs.

she began to take your her shirt off, sighing at your body underneath. god, she loved every curve of your stomach, every mark on your skin. she had your entire body memorized, every soft spot and every tick.

ellie bent and started to kiss down your stomach, not stopping until she got to your inner thighs. she kissed your clothed cunt, earning a whimper from you from above. her favorite fucking sound.

her fingers slowly dragged your panties down to the floor, she kissed all the way back up in an attempt to savor the moment, which was going by way too fast for her liking.

"els.. please-" you whined as you grew impatient, wanting her to satisfy you as she was the only one who knew how.

"right here, baby, im right here." she said, moving her mouth onto your ache. her tongue swirled throughout your folds, finally making its way to your clit. she sucked harshly on the bud, making your hands move to her hair to pull harshly. you knew it always turned her on when you pulled her hair-- she moaned into your pussy at the action.

her entire body was tingling. she needed to be inside you, to feel your inner walls that she loved so much.

your moans grew louder as she worked her tongue into you, and soon enough you both moved to the bed with her on top of you. "god, you're so fucking pretty." she said while looking down at your pretty flushed face.

her hands roamed your body, never getting enough. your eyes brimmed with tears as you recalled your first time with her, she was so nervous. she kept asking 'is this okay?' 'can i touch you here?' 'am i going too hard?'

it was hard to keep your composure as the love of your life was no longer yours.

ellie kissed away your tears as she fucked into you, whispering her sweet nothings like she always did. your face was buried in the crook of her neck as her strap thrusted deep inside; she hit your soft spot with every single thrust every. single. time.

your orgasm was creeping up, and she knew. "not yet baby-- need you to hold on just a little longer." she kissed your head and fucked harder, making you scream out into her shoulder.

"let me see you." she breathed out. you lifted your head from her shoulder, looking up at her with your glassy, red eyes. your lips were red and swollen from the crying, making them perfectly kissable to her. you really were so fucking pretty, even in your fucked-out-crying state. you always looked beautiful under her, she thought.

your eyes clamped shut and your mouth fell open, indicating your release. loud moans and harsh thrusting was all ellie could hear. you yelled out her name in a tone so pornographic that ellie almost came just from your voice.

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckellieohmygodFUCK"

"shh pretty girl. i got you." she calmed you down, stroking your head as she moved you on top of her so she could hold you fully. she was about to pull out, but you whined, "nono, stay inside. please." ellie didnt move an inch. you didnt want her to leave, didnt want to feel that emptiness from before.

her head leaned up against your headboard as she held you, just admiring your sleepy state. she too felt exhausted, for it seemed that she could only get fully rested when you were holding her. she hadnt slept comfortably in more than two months.

she held onto you tightly because she knew this wouldnt last. that, in the morning, she would be gone before you wake up. her girl, fast asleep on her chest, looking so peaceful. she watched your head rise and fall with her chest, and she's never felt more in love with you then in that moment.

god, she fucked up so bad.

[thinkingotherwise]

You've got an odd job - call Manager Yamada

I just had to do it 😅 It's a little long but I had a spark of inspiration

Happy Ichiro Day 💚❤️ 🤍❤️💙

Ichiro Yamada x VA! reader

VA, from one of the recently more popular anime, calls the Odd-Jobs Yamada and asks the oldest of Yamada brothers to go buy a new game of, coincidentally, his favourite series

Basically Anime Nerd Ichiro

As soon as Friday came you found yourself in your parents' bakery, helping them with the growing weekend rush. "What's wrong, sweetie?" Your mother asked as she came from the back. You stepped from one leg to another as you turned to the older woman. "Ah... I just wanted to go out for a few minutes and buy the deluxe edition of the game I was voicing in. But there are so many customers today." You replied gloomily.

You were a beginner VA, with quite a few successful projects already in your pocket. One of them was so successful that they even created a game based on the series, and the release date was the present day.

"Can't you go tomorrow?" Your mom asked patting your shoulder encouragingly after cleaning her hands against the apron she was wearing. "I'm not sure the game will still be there tomorrow. Ugh... Maybe if I go early in the morning, there'll still be a few left." You muttered to yourself, a little frown appearing on your face. "Mhfff.. I just should've ordered it online." You added regretting your choice of not preordering it online. But at that time you didn't know if you would be in town available to receive the package. But now that you were free from your schedule and decided to help your parents it was all for nigh.

"Hmm... If it's that important for you, why not call Yamada Ichiro?" Your mother proposed with a small smile on her face. "Huh? Why Yamada-san?" You asked tilting your head confused. The name was new to you, but it felt like you heard it somewhere. "He's got this little business of his going on - Odd-Jobs Yamada, he calls it. And if I say so myself, he's quite reliable and quick in his services." Your mother cleared. You looked at her searching through your memory because the name really rang a bell. And then it hit you. "Odd-Jobs? Oh... He's the boy that helps you with deliveries from time to time." You clicked your fingers as it came to you. Your mother gave you a big smile as you remembered her little updates on her life and business. "Exactly, he's a very nice young man and I'm sure he won't mind going to the shop to buy you your game if you tell him about it. Here let me get you his business number."

After your mother provided you with the phone number you took a quick break from work and went to the back to make the call and ask for the favour. The distinct sound of connecting sound once, twice, and then someone picked up.

"Hello." A voice greeted and you took a quick breath in. "Hi, is it Yamada Ichiro?" You asked just to make sure you got the correct number. "No, it's Jiro, who's calling?" Your face twisted in a small scowl. "I- umm... Can I talk with him, it's kinda- um business talk?" "Sure, please wait a moment." He replied and your empty hand went to your apron and played with it as you waited for the phone to be handed to the correct person.

"Hallo, Ichiro here." A new voice called, it was deeper than the first one and you thought it sounded really nice. "Umm- Hi, I heard that you're running Odd-Jobs Yamada and I've got a favour to ask." You said and waited for a reply to continue. There was silence from the man and you had to check if somehow the call got broken or you hung up. "Are you there?" You asked when you saw the call still going on. "Huh... s-sure. What is it?" His voice was confused and shocked.

You sighed quickly and started rambling. "So, it's Friday and there's this thing that just came out and it's limited edition and I'd like you to go buy it for me, because I'm kinda busy, and I'm afraid that there'll be no stock tomorrow. So I want to ask you to go to the shop and get it for me today. Is it possible?" You finished suddenly, your words falling quickly out of your mouth and you were thankful for your enunciation that came with being VA. "Umm-" "I- I know there might be more important matters and jobs that you have so I understand if you can't do that." You cut him off when he prolonged the confused hum. "Oh, no- No, I certainly can. I was just thinking... Did you tell me what I'm supposed to buy?" He asked and you got a little embarrassed that you, in fact, did not tell him what was it that you wanted.

"Oh! It's the new game, a deluxe edition of the game. It's based on this anime called 'My Magical World: Book of the-" "Lucky Clover." He cut you off finishing the title. (I know it sucks, live with it) "Yes, exactly. So can I count on you, or are you too busy, I understand if-" Your voice got more enthusiastic when the title left his mouth and you hoped he wouldn't be too busy for your ask. "No! Uh.. I mean yes, I can do it! I'll go, right now." His voice got more rapid as if he suddenly remembered to do something important. "Huh? You don't have to go right now." You replied, thinking he wanted to do this only because of your rambling and the excited tone of your voice. "No problem, I was going out either way so I'll go there and buy the game for you." "Great, thank you very much Yamada-san. Maybe it's weird to say, but you're a lifesaver." You said happily standing up from your seat and getting ready to go back to work. "Hahaha... Yeah, no problem, but where to deliver your purchase?" "Oh, that- Maybe FuwaFuwa Bakery, I'm helping there today." "Sure, I'll go there as soon as I buy the game." He replied taking note of the place and you hung up going out of the backroom and back to your cashier position.

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"Ichi-nii, you're going out?" Saburo asked as he saw his oldest brother putting on his signature jacket. "Yes, I've got a job to do, besides I forgot that today is the day the new 'My Magical World' game comes out, I need to buy it." Ichiro replied as he quickly made his way through the living room and past his brothers. "Wait, wasn't your anime called something similar?" Jiro questioned, looking up from his game. "Yes, the game is based on the series, and actually the person that called had a very similar voice to the main character, like really. I-I blanked for a second there." Ichiro replied stuttering a little when he remembered the familiar voice that accompanied him throughout the series. "They did, true." The middle brother nodded his head after thinking about it. "Right? That's such a coincidence, but well I need to go. I'll be back later, you two behave."

--

Not even two hours later Ichiro walked into the bakery of your parents with two bags in his hand. "Woah, so many people." He muttered as he looked around the crowded place. His distinctive jacket, and height brought attention of nearby customers to him as they smiled seeing the oldest Yamada brother. "Is that Ichiro?" "He's so awesome." The two girls gushed as they paid for the sweets you packed for them. You didn't heard their muttering clearly as you were focused on readying the correct order and when he came to the counter you turned around. "Hi?" He smiled at you.

You finished with the girls and when they left you turned to the tall man. "Hello there, how can I help you?" You asked with your best customer-friendly smile. "Umm..." His mouth opened slightly as he heard you, his eyes widening in shock. "Hello?" You asked tilting your head as you looked at him, your smile slowly fading. "..." "Are you alright, sir?" You asked once again in worry, as he didn't reply, frozen in place. "You s-sound..." Finally, his voice came out slightly wavering but it was quickly overtaken by your mother who came from behind. "Ichiro, you're here already." She smiled nudging your side. "See (y/n), I told you he was pretty quick with his deliveries." "(Y/n)... No way.." Ichiro continued to mutter to himself, his eyes moving rapidly around your frame as he couldn't believe who stood right in front of him.

"Oh, so you're Yamada-san. It's nice to meet you. I'm very happy you agreed to take the job." You smiled once again and his eyes met yours. His expression still as bewildered as before. "Go talk with Ichiro, I'll take over for a few minutes." Your mother said pushing you in the direction of the backroom. "Thanks mom." You replied and turned to the man. "Yamada-san, let's go to the backroom so I can pay you for your delivery." You motioned him to follow after you. "O-okay."

As soon as you stepped inside the room you grabbed your wallet and took out the needed cash for the game and the delivery. "I really hope it wasn't too weird to ask you to buy this game for me." You said turning to him with a small unsure smile. "Oh, it was no problem, really. He-here you go." Ichiro replied giving you the game. "Thank you, and here you go, the money for the game and for the delivery. I really appreciate it." "Thanks." He grabbed the money you handed to him.

As he put away the cash, your hands already moved to the bag and took out the pretty box containing the deluxe version of the game. You slowly opened the intricate packaging looking at the goods inside. "Woaaaah... I knew the deluxe edition was worth it, the gadgets are so cute and- Oh, Makoto postcard. So cute." You muttered to yourself and Ichiro blushed hearing you gush. "You sound just like them." His voice escaped his mouth before he could stop himself but it was so quiet you didn't hear him clearly. "Huh?" "I- I mean your voice is very similar to- to Makoto's character." He stuttered out a little louder and it was so strange for him to stutter but your voice and presence really did something to him.

You put the gadgets back in the box before your laugh echoed in the room. "Pfthahahaha... That may be because I'm the voice actor." You said trying to hold onto your chuckles. "You- what?!" Ichiro yelled his bewildered expression making you laugh even more as you nodded. "Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? Well, I'm (l/n) (y/n), and additionally to helping my parents in the bakery during weekends, I'm a voice actor." You smiled at him and he felt warm. "Wait- you're really Makoto's VA?" He asked, he just had to make sure he heard you correctly and it wasn't some kind of dream or hallucination. "Yes, is it so strange?" "No, no I'm just- I... I really like the series and it just- You're Makoto." he stumbled over his words his hands moving chaotically in front of his body. "I mean, you sound like them. And you're talking with me, it's like I'm talking with the main character." "I see, are you a fan? Is that why you bought two games? One's for you, right Ichiro-san?" You asked only then noticing that he held a similar box as the one he gave you. It flapped around as he waved his hands. "Yes! Sorry, it's just you're real..." "Hahaha... Of course I am." You said obviously pointing at yourself.

Ichiro was really feeling as if he was dreaming. You were there standing in front of him, your great voice echoing in his ears and painting the image of the character from the series right next to you. He was so happy, so excited he really forgot himself as he blurted out. "I love you."

Hearing his words, it was your moment to freeze and stare at him in surprise. His voice was so nice when he said it, his tone calm and soft, it sounded so perfect you felt yourself getting flustered. Your eyes opened wide and you didn't know what to do with your hands as they left the game on the table. "… Huh!?" The sound left you. You saw as Ichiro became as flustered if not even more than you. His face was so red it matched almost perfectly with his jacket. His mouth opened wide for a few seconds before it started moving. "I- I mean your character. Makoto. The MC you're voicing." He tried to clarify his hands waving in front of him once again.

"Th-thanks, I-I guess." You dropped your gaze looking at your shoes as your legs shuffled against the floor. "I need to go now. Bye." He said quickly before storming out of the door. Your eyes moved quickly to him just to see the back of his jacket as it disappeared behind the doors. "Bye?" You watched as he ran out of the back room and then the bakery, expertly avoiding customers to get to the door as quickly as possible. His hand holding the game he brought for himself, the bag bumping into his long leg.

"Huh, that was strange." You mumbled to yourself before placing your deluxe version of the game safely away. Then you slowly stepped out and towards your mother. "(Y/n), you're back. I saw Ichiro rushing out, did something happen?" She asked and you truly didn't know how to answer that. You corrected your apron before taking over the cash register. "I guess? I mean, he is a big fan of the series and the main character that I was voicing." You muttered as you finished packing the cake a customer ordered. "Ah, right! I remember that I gave him a few of the postcards and keychains you brought the other day when he claimed to watch the series." Your mom added as she hummed to herself in thought. You looked at her a little surprised, you knew she had a lot of march because of you and you told her yourself that it was alright to give it out if she wanted. Yet it still shocked you that Yamada collected such stuff.

"Oh… I see. I- I better take back over the cash register." You answered stuttering a little. "Huh? Okay, okay. Then, I'm going back to baking. Have fun." She smiled at you and entered the kitchen to continue with her baking. "Thanks." Your voice came out automatically as your mind somehow still focused on the man you met and you turned out to be your fan.

--

As soon as Ichiro came back home his brothers were next to him. "And how did it go nii-san?" Jiro asked sliding on his socks into the living room. "Did you buy the game?" The youngest followed looking up from his homework. Ichiro stomped to the couch and sat at it placing the bag at his feet, his face beet-red as he sighed loudly still feeling embarrassed. "Huh, why are you so red?" "Did something happen, Ichi-nii?" His brothers asked taking a good look at their flustered older brother. Ichiro took a deep breath his face falling into his palms. "I- I told them I love them." His voice came from behind his hands and brought a wave of gasps and surprised sounds. "Whaaaat?! Nii-san, what- who?! Who did you confess to?" Jiro rapidly questioned sitting at Ichiro's side. Arousing his curiosity to the highest level. "Ichi-nii, I thought you went out only for the delivery." Saburo said confused pushing his homework to the side as his brother's words flabbergasted him.

Ichiro looked at them from between his fingers, his bi-colour eyes sparkling with excitement even though he was so ashamed. "The person that called for the job was really the VA of Makoto." He said his hands slowly falling down his face to land on his lap. "Wait- really? Nii-san, did you get an autograph? Please tell me you did!" Jiro bounced in his chair all excited, as he became a fan of the series because of watching it together with his older brother. "I didn't, I just blanked out, and when they asked if I was a fan and said my name... I just- I told them I loved them." Ichiro said leaning back on the couch, his fingers drumming against his thighs nervously.

His sudden confession brought immense joy to the younger sibling as their chuckles grew louder and louder. "Oh... That's really..." Jiro tried to stifle his laugh but it slipped him echoing in the room. "Pfthahahahahaha... Ichi-nii, that's hilarious." Saburo, however, didn't hide his amusement. "Saburo, you can't just- Hahahahaha..." "Stop it, it was so embarrassing." Ichiro lamented his voice whiny as he recalled the shocked look on your face when he uttered those words. "Surely, did they say something?" The middle brother asked followed by the youngest probing further. "Yeah, how did they react?" "I don't know. I left immediately after. What do you want, that was freaking embarrassing." Ichiro said before his brothers burst once again into the laughter at the expense of their older brother who seemed always to be so cool and composed.

[realrichinmyhead]

﹡ ' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 ' 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.

( ૮₍´˶• . •🎀₎ა ) : ────────── dialogues taken from the extra songs in maisie peter's album , ‘ the good witch ( deluxe ) ’ . dialogues range from happy , sad , angry and more . edit and change as you deem necessary . please like and / or reblog if using and consider following !

❛ but i'll believe in you, still your number one fan. ❜

❛ so i've been tryin' peace and love and telling the truth. ❜

❛ good luck, god speed. ❜

❛ you have a phone, you should've called. ❜

❛ you knew i was scared when you were driving too fast. ❜

❛ i gave you the answer, it was in all the songs. did you even listen to the playlist? ❜

❛ my thing is i'm still obsessed with the idea of this one thing—with all the ways that's it wasn't but it might've been. ❜

❛ but by new years' i'll be a very different person. ❜

❛ but i'll always see great heights in you. ❜

❛ you misunderstood a lot of things. but, yeah, i guess me too. ❜

❛ i'm older now but i still don't really know things. ❜

❛ you should've put me above those people you didn't even know. ❜

❛ my ex was a bitter man, middle child. ❜

❛ i thought that we were forever and ever, i guess i was wrong. ❜

❛ can you just please listen? ❜

❛ time to grow up, you were the one and now you're not. ❜

❛ man, you know, yoko never broke up that band. ❜

❛ i wrote you all these fucking songs, and you broke up with me. ❜

❛ last year, i had to focus on survival. ❜

❛ you'll be lonely in your fifties. ❜

❛ i gave you the option and you chose wrong. ❜

❛ after the crowd's gone, i'll be the last one. ❜

❛ thought you knew how i felt, now i doubt it. ❜

❛ and say you're pretty sure that blonde wants you so bad. ❜

❛ i guess i'm disappointed that you didn't "merry christmas" your way back into my life. ❜

❛ you said fine, when you should've said, "or we could try?" ❜

❛ who took all of my trust then abused it? ❜

❛ cute, your car is sports, like, is that fast? ❜

❛ but i got drunk, told everyone that i broke up with you. ❜

❛ took a big leap, now you're bleedin' with a broke nose and a dumb smile. ❜

❛ you were an asshole, face it. ❜

❛ it's just the way you're talking, it's just your head. ❜

❛ should've been honest, should've told the truth. ❜

❛ i think you want to start a war, i've got bigger battles. ❜

❛ i'm joan of arc and you're just a guy on a horse. ❜

❛ i see it like i always knew it. ❜

❛ so you've really only got like a five day gap before i definitely can't tolerate your bullshit anymore. ❜

❛ i meant don't go, it came out as goodbye. ❜

❛ did someone drop you as a kid or is that coke? ❜

❛ i have two friends, i listen to them like the bible. ❜

❛ sometimes you can't be the hero and tell the truth. ❜

❛ time will heal, but i'll always be a little bit broke. ❜

❛ no getting attached to men you can't have. ❜

❛ i hear you talking over me, like, is that smart? ❜

❛ you weren't love but i think i confused it. ❜

❛ it's a shame i told my journal and my mirror, but i never told you. ❜

❛ and you misunderstood me leaving as something i wanted. i didn't want it at all. ❜

❛ hey baby, he's just something you'd regret. he's not a savior or the best you'll ever get. ❜

[practically-an-x-man]

22 for Lars/Jimmy?

Ooooh thank you!!

22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding au Send Me a Ship and a Number and I'll Write a Short Fic

Oh, and Jimmy's a human in this one, not a ghost XD

____ 'Till Death Do Us Part

Word Count: 1.1k Content Warnings: None really, just a simple meet-cute

Crossposted on AO3 ____

Lars wandered the reception, a half-filled plate of food balanced in his hand. None of it looked particularly appetizing - too... prissy, too fancy, he'd have given anything for a normal ham and cheese sandwich instead of dressed-up wedding food right about now.

They'd really gone all out for this whole getup, and he'd never understood it. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy weddings, not as a concept, but he'd never felt the need to blow thousands of dollars on some flashy blowout when it all would be reduced to holiday cards and semi-forgotten anniversaries in a few years. In his mind, weddings should've been left as a symbol of love for the people involved, maybe a few close friends to share the memory, not some overblown status symbol that cost more than half its guests made in a year.

And he couldn't find a seat.

The only thing worse than being forced to eat prissy food in an expensive suit, he thought, was not being able to eat prissy food in an expensive suit because he couldn't find a place to sit. One of life's many little paradoxes. Lars Pinfield was not a fan.

He finally spotted an empty seat amidst all the extravagant chaos, and beelined straight for the table. He stopped himself just in time, one hand on the back of the chair, and glanced at the dark-haired man already seated in the next space over.

"This seat taken?"

"Go ahead." the young man replied with a dimpled grin, "Played musical chairs and wound up at the delinquents' table, huh?"

"The delinquents' table?" Lars echoed distantly, sliding into the chair and setting his plate of hors d'oeuvres on the table in front of him. There were no place markers set out - something about the bride and groom wanting their families to "mingle", though most of the guests had defaulted to the familiar anyway.

"Sure," the stranger said with a good-natured shrug, and gestured at the other spaces around the table, "Reserved for punk nephews, the wine aunt who probably shouldn't have access to the open bar..."

He waved a hand at himself and grinned.

"....The bride's one gay cousin," he said, then gestured at Lars, "And friends-of-friends-of-friends looking for a seat. All the guests they don't remember inviting. Ah- I wouldn't eat the deviled eggs. Those are my Aunt Mary's."

"What's wrong with them?" Lars asked, bewildered, an egg pinched between his thumb and forefinger. They'd seemed like about the only normal food on the catering table, half-hidden amidst quince canapés and pâté crostini and other foods with far too many accent marks in their names.

"Glaucoma. You've got about a thirty percent chance that orange powder on top is actually paprika and not cinnamon. Dunno about you, but that's not a risk I'd take."

"Right." Lars muttered, and set the deviled egg back down on his plate. The other man shot him half a smile, a dimple creasing one cheek, then crossed one leg over the other and peered out at the meandering crowd around them. He was dressed in a navy pinstripe suit, a red handkerchief in his left breast pocket bringing a splash of color down his chest. His tie was the same shade of red, though his tie clip was banded in an bright eight-striped rainbow. He seemed to catch Lars' eyes lingering on it an extra moment.

"My cousin had the gall to tell me not to dress 'too gay' for the wedding," he said, and twisted his wrists to show off matching rainbow cufflinks, "Funny thing is, I wouldn't even have the cufflinks if she hadn't said that. Bought 'em just to bother her. Figure it's not enough to crash the wedding or start a fight, just enough that she'll feel like an ass for telling me what's 'too gay'."

Lars hadn't even brought cufflinks. His suit was rented for the day. He didn't mind dressing up a little, but his idea of dressing up usually meant a button-down and slacks for work, rarely anything more. He'd have felt underdressed if he hadn't noticed the groom's uncle walking around in a sweat-stained polo shirt all morning.

"I'm Jimmy, by the way." the man added, almost as an afterthought, and extended a hand. Lars distractedly shook it and introduced himself. Jimmy offered him another beaming, dimpled smile, then glanced at the watch on his right wrist.

"There's my token hour, I think." he muttered, "Think I'm gonna sneak out and try to find some real food. Know any good places around here? Preferably cheap? Blew all my budget on the plane ticket."

"You're assuming I'm from London just because I'm English?"

Destination wedding. Wouldn't have been so much of a destination if he hadn't moved to the States for work two years back. Part of him wondered, from Jimmy's accent, if they might've crossed paths at some point or another. Unlikely, given New York City housed over eight million people. But it was an interesting thought.

"No, I'm assuming you've been to London because you're English. I'll take half-credit on my Idiot American card, at least." Jimmy teased, "And if you ever hop across the pond to New York, feel free to cash in that credit and make me drag you around to my favorite pizza place."

Lars blinked. Was he flirting? Did that count as the offer of a date? Or was it just a hypothetical? He had the feeling that Jimmy didn't put much weight into the things he said - he took life lightly, polite but without fear, and that made these things a little hard to judge.

"I'm in New York now, actually."

"Pretty sure we're both in London now, darling." Jimmy shot back without missing a beat, "That or I spent way too much on plane tickets."

"No, I mean- I live in New York. For work. I work in biology."

Parabiology, technically, but the para- didn't usually go over so well on first meetings. Far too many people were quick to deem his line of work a crock of shit, Ghostbusters or not.

"Hm. Well, I meant what I said. Patsy's Pizza in Manhattan. I'll buy." Jimmy said, and brushed off his lap as he stood up. He extended a hand out to Lars, like an old-fashioned gentleman inviting his partner to a dance. "But until then... want to sneak out while we've got the chance?"

Anything would be better than this stuffy reception. He'd been wanting an escape practically since he arrived. And a witty, handsome man with a nice smile, offering to whisk him away... that was one hell of an escape.

It felt like the choice of a lifetime yet hardly a choice at all. He took Jimmy's hand.

"Sure." Lars said, "I'll take you to Poppie's."

[lovelybunn]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𔓕 ▒⃡ ‧ 𓐄 drunken heartache .

part one.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnext...

pairing: stan marsh & best friend!reader

synopsis: wendy left poor STAN MARSH for the official and final time, and he was devastated about it. depression hit him like a bus, until by some miracle, you showed up, and practically saved his life. a friend like you was just what stan had needed for quite a while, but what if he wanted more?

word count: 1.4k

warning(s): depression, of prns she/her, fem!reader, swearing, slight mentions of misogyny, jealousy, mutual pining, angst, blood, vomiting, alcoholism

STAN LOVED your company, he just really wished Cartman would shut up about "bringing a girl into the friend group". You were chill, there was nothing Stan could see that was wrong with you. In fact, every day you gave him more reasons to like you.

Wendy had brutally broken up with him, yet again, but this time, he was sure she was being serious. Wendy had ripped off Stan's hoodie he gave her and threw it at his face. "Don't ever contact me again, you– you absolute trainwreck! How could you do this to me, Stan? After all I've done for you? I was there for you through everything, and this is the thanks I get?" She screamed, eyes stained blood-red. Stan stood up and cautiously approached Wendy and her shaky figure. He reached out to her, but she slapped his hand away quickly. "Don't fucking touch me." Wendy hissed weakly. "Babe, Wendy, please. It was all a misunderstanding, you gotta listen to me. I didn't mean what I did, what I said, please just let me explain everything and—" She cut Stan off before he could finish, walking out of his room and slamming the door behind her.

Stan shook his head while squeezing the bridge of his nose. "You've got to be kidding me." He dragged his weight to the mini refrigerator and let his knees fall to the floor in front of it. Stan opened the fridge's door, "I should've expected this shit a long time ago. I could tell how utterly miserable she was with me." He recklessly pulled out a long neck, chucking the toxic liquid down his throat. Stan chuckled, the alcohol's buzz already kicking into his system. "Wendy's so right. I am a fucking train wreck. I'm an asshole, a huge, gaping asshole." He burped loudly. Stan stared expressionless at the bottle. "Maybe I'm just unlovable. Maybe I'm just such a dick that nobody likes me."

He crawled onto his sheetless bed, mattress stained with vomit. "Well, other than Kyle and Kenny. Not Cartman, pretty sure he hates everyone other than himself." Stan took another swig of his beer and picked up his phone. He scanned through his contacts and dialed Kyle's number. Stan sluggishly held his phone with his shoulder, his back laid onto the headboard of his bedframe.

"Come on man... Pick up, I really need you right now." It went straight to voice-mail. He hung up, "There's goes for being my 'best friend'. Thanks Kyle, for jack shit." Stan was chugging his beer so fast, he almost choked as he scrolled through his other contacts. He would've called Kenny next, but the poor guy still couldn't afford a cellphone. Stan's eyes shot open as he saw a name he hadn't seen in a long time.

"(Name)." The name tag read. Last called 3 months ago, at 1:20 PM. He stared at his phone in confusion, "(Name)? I haven't seen her since she moved schools. I can't believe I still have her number. Unless she changed it." He tapped on the telephone icon out of curiosity, and you surprisingly picked up within the first beep.

"Hello?" replied a monotonous voice. "Uh, hey. It's Stan, your friend since... elementary?" He tried nervously. Stan was honestly kinda scared that you weren't gonna recognize him. You were quiet, and the silence was unbearable for him. He'd prefer if you just cussed him out or something.

Suddenly, he heard a small chuckle from the other line. "Stan? Like the Stan? Stan Marsh? Wow, dude, you sound groggy as hell." He rolled his eyes. "I'm wasted like a motherfucker." "I can tell, it's not like I didn't watch you crash many times before I moved out of the district. You haven't changed a bit." Stan put his bottle onto his nightstand and laid back, groaning. "Thanks." He said sarcastically.

"Well? What did you need? You don't just ghost one of your friends for three months and then call them out of the blue." Stan grimaced. He gripped at his stomach, swallowing his acid reflexes. "I– I need to vent. Nobody answered but you." You verbally scoffed. "Nice catching up with you too, Stan." His volume raised louder than he intended as Stan cursed, "Goddammit, just–" You quickly silenced yourself at his outburst; Stan sighed in discontent. "I know this is probably not a good time, and you probably don't wanna hear about my problems but..." He paused, the pain in his stomach growing stronger by the second.

You let out an exasperated sigh. "Wendy broke up with you for real this time, didn't she?" Just to have to hear her name being uttered out of your mouth caused Stan to hurl. He quickly yanked the trash can next to his bed off the ground and choked out his morning's breakfast of egg and waffles. He set his phone down on his nightstand and put it on speaker, the trash can stood close to his aching stomach.

Stan wiped the vomit off the corners of his mouth with some of the toliet paper he kept in his room as you called anxiously, "Hello? Stan, you still there?" He cleared his throat before responding, "Yeah. And yes, she did. She called me a 'trainwreck'." You puffed out a gust of air. Stan raised his eyebrow. "What?" Suddenly, Stan was startled with the sound of your hysterical laughter. "She's not even wrong, Stan! Don't be a dumbass if you aren't prepared to get called out on it!" Maybe it was just the buzz, but a small grin crept against his lips.

He rolled his eyes, "Oh shut up. (Name), I called you for you to comfort me, not to make fun of me! If I wanted that, I would've called Cartman." Stan heard you slam a door shut. "Your still friends with him? Personally, I wouldn't do that to myself, but it's your mental health, I guess." He spat out and bursted into cackles at your comment. Through chokes of laughter, he replied, "I do it out of pity! Literally nobody likes him!" You clicked your tongue. "That's why you invite him over to your house to hang out." Stan cringed and shuffled around his bed. Then he heard some water running on the other line.

His eyebrow instinctively raised. "What are you doing?" "About to take a shower. I suggest you hurry and say what you gotta say before I hang up, unless you wanna join me." Stan's cheeks flashed a dark red at the thought. "Hey, I'm not a perv, unlike Kenny!" He stuttered. It was silent for a moment, "You put that image in your head, not me. Also, good luck trying, you don't even know where my new house is." He gasped, "Guh-" You made a quick "goodbye" and hung up on him, leaving Stan speechless.

Stan flopped across his bed and stared at his ceiling. The last thing he wanted was to have weird thoughts about another chick when he just got broken up with the one he's been in love with for years. Wendy had him wrapped around her finger since day one, yet Stan always found a way to fuck their relationship completely over. Sometimes he felt like a black cat, wherever he went, bad luck followed. And now, karma's finally coming back for blood.

Everything Stan's ever done, every regret, every achievement, has led to this moment. He wished he could just go back in time and prevent all of the stupid mistakes he's made in the past from even happening in the first place. Yet something inside of him, maybe a gut feeling, knew that it was supposed to happen. Maybe if he didn't call you, something bad would've happened to him. Stan could've died from alcohol poisoning or something.

Whatever the case, thinking about it too much would just stress him out. Stan tossed himself to the side and shut his eyes. "I need to sleep. Hopefully I'll feel better in the morning." Stan threw his covers onto his already burning up body and drifted off to sleep.

[squid-princess-teach-swallow]

Excuse Me, This Is My Room

Series: None, this is a one-shot.

Book and Settings: Dracula: A Love Story AU

Pairing: DaLS MC Mavis Burnell × Leo Nolan

Summary: After a long tiring plane ride, Mavis just wants to go to her hotel room and get some rest. But things don't go as planned.....

A/N: This fic is an alternate meet-cute between MC and Leo, completely inspired by this wonderful edit by @robintora and the convo that ensued further with my fellow swallows in the rc server - thanks sm y'all! This also happens to be my first RC fic, so I hope y'all like it 💖✨

You can also read this fic on AO3 here.

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Your Story Interactive. I'm just borrowing them for the story.

Mavis hauled along her luggage as she climbed the stairs. Of course, of all the times the elevator could malfunction, it had to be today, she thought to herself, annoyed. The plane ride was too long for someone like Mavis, who hated staying still for extended periods of time. She heaved a sigh of relief when she finally reached the 7th floor. She dragged her luggage behind her, searching for room 722.

"Ah, there it is!" Mavis exclaimed as she found her room but in her excitement, she dropped her room key. She picked it up, opened the door, and entered the room.

Finally! She dropped her bags near the door and was about to crash on the bed when she realised how sweaty she was. Nope, shower first, nap later. She went towards the bathroom and just as she was about to pull the doorknob, the door swung open.

Mavis jumped back in surprise. A naked guy walked out of the bathroom. Well, almost naked; he had a towel wrapped around his waist. She studied him from head to toe. Fiery red hair, bright green eyes, sharp nose, full lips. Her breath hitched as her gaze settled on his broad shoulders and toned torso, which was dusted with freckles. Damn, he really works out, huh? Just as her eyes wandered lower, she heard a "A-hem". She looked up to see the guy grinning at her with an amused smile. "My eyes are up here, you know."

Mavis reddened. Wow, did I really ogle at a guy I just met? A guy who broke into my room, nonetheless. She shook her head and levelled a glare at him, "What the hell are you doing in my room, mister?"

He looked at her incredulously. "Excuse me? That's my line. What are you doing in my room?"

"Your room? This is my room! This is room number 722, isn't it?"

He shot her a smug look. "Actually, this is room 721. You've got the wrong room."

Mavis sighed exasperatedly. "You've got to be kidding me. I saw the number plate on the door before I entered, and it cleared said 722."

"Really? Maybe you should get your eyes checked. I've been staying in this room for a few days now, and it's definitely not room 722."

Mavis was getting annoyed now. She pulled the guy along with her until they reached the door, and she pointed out to the number plate on the door. "See, this is room-" Her words trailed off as she saw the number '721' printed clearly on the plate. She dropped his hand and sighed defeatedly. You're such a humongous idiot, Mavis! She reddened. Turning to face the guy, she smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm so sorry, mr, uh,"

"Leo. Leo Nolan."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Leo. I should've been more careful. I must have mixed up the rooms when I dropped the keys."

Leo scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Speaking of which, how did your keys open my room?"

"Oh, I didn't think of that! Maybe the keys are similar."

She walked to her actual room, and inserted the key, but the door didn't budge. "What the hell?" She muttered as she tried to unlock the door.

"Let me. '' Leo took the key from her and tried his hand but the door didn't open at all.

"Oh god, I totally cannot climb down seven floors once more with all this luggage!" She said as she cursed herself internally for being such a heavy packer.

"What about the elevator?" Leo suggested.

"It doesn't work!"

"What about the one on the other side of the floor?"

"There's another one?"

"...yeah?"

"Of course there is, ugh." She sighed exasperatedly and started dragging her suitcase in the direction of the other elevator.

"Wait a minute, I'll come along too!"

Mavis spun around and looked at him suspiciously. "Why do you have to come?"

"Uhhh, because your key somehow is able to open my room? I don't want anyone breaking and entering, you know."

"Fine then. Come along."

Leo smirked. "Do you expect me to come down like this?" He gestured to his naked chest.

Mavis bit her lip and tried not to let her eyes wander. "Ugh, go change quickly. I don't have all day."

Leo disappeared back into his room and came out a few minutes later, wearing a white t-shirt, green jacket and dark pants. "Okay, let's go." He looked down at her suitcase. "That looks really heavy! Do you want any help with that?"

Mavis wasn't sure if he was planning to run off with her stuff or if he was being genuine. "Uh, no thanks, I can do it myself."

"You look very tired. Let me help. I promise I won't run away with it," He said, like he can read her mind.

Mavis looked at him sheepishly. "Okay. Thank you." She handed the suitcase to him and they walked towards the elevator and reached the reception.

Mavis caught the receptionist's attention. "Excuse me?"

"Yes ma'am, how can I help you?"

"The keys which you gave me don't open my room, but they work on the neighbouring room. I think you've given me the wrong keys."

The receptionist searched on the keys board for a while before pulling out a different set of keys and offering them to Mavis. "I'm so sorry, ma'am, I mixed up the keys. I gave you the other room's spare key by accident."

Mavis gave the receptionist a look. "That's what happens when you're too busy chatting away on the phone while you're dealing with a customer."

The receptionist looked down. "I'm sorry ma'am, it won't happen again."

Mavis' expression softened a bit. "It's okay, just be more attentive next time," she said before walking off. She turned to Leo and dangling her keys in front of him, she gave him a smirk. "Now you won't have to worry about me breaking into your room."

Leo smirked back at her. "Well, I'm glad that's sorted out." They got into the elevator and reached their rooms but neither of them were eager to go inside.

Mavis spoke up. "I know we got off on the wrong foot, but it's been nice talking to you, Leo."

Leo gave her a crooked grin. "I wish I could say the same, but I don't even know your name."

Mavis giggled. "I guess that's fair. I'm Mavis Burnell." She held out her hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Leo."

Leo smiled and shook her hand. His hand was rough and callous, but warm and comforting at the same time. "Pleasure is all mine, Mavis. You have a pretty name."

Mavis blushed. "Thank you."

Both of them kept looking at each other but then they heard a piercing "Meow!" from Leo's room.

They both snapped out of it.

"Uhhh, what was that sound?"

Leo sighed ruefully and shook his head, still smiling. "That would be Nosferatu, my cat. I guess he's hungry."

"Oh! Then I won't keep you. I guess I'll see you around?" She said hesitantly.

"I hope so. See you around."

They reluctantly entered their respective rooms, but they couldn't get the other out of their mind.

[akuaya-eng]

(Main story) Chapter 5 - Episode 6

- CALAMITY TRIGGER -

Rosé

Hm hmm~ hmmm ♪ Huh~? Something feels off… Hello, Is anyone there~?

…Oh, it's big bro and Vanis! What~, you've already figured it out? That's boring. Vanis, did you read the letter, the one addressed to me? I would've told you if you asked~! Are you interested in my mysterious activities?

Hey, it's not too late, you can join--

Adder

Rosé. What are you planning with the Gloriosa family?

Rosé

Huh. Big bro, are you angry?

Vanis

… Just noticing now?

Rosé

Eh, yeah. Big bro only makes that face when he's a little bit angrier than usual, right?

Vanis

If that's the case, he's had that face for quite a while before you showed up.

Rosé

What~!? So, he's been angry for a long time? What's wrong, big bro? Did something happen? Want me to listen to your story?

Vanis

Is he really not doing this on purpose? In a way, it's impressive, Rosé.

Rosé

Vanis, you compliment me quite often.

Vanis

I guess. But I'm not praising you.

Rosé

If you like me that much, I'd like you to help me with my research ♪ So… what was it again? Oh, right, what I'm planning with the Gloriosa family? Thanks for asking! So~, a huge number of humans are supposed to die! Where was it. Oh, right, around the outskirts of the Aquilegia Empire?

Anyway, the location doesn't matter, but they're going to cause a calamity there. Tons of people will die. Their souls will be up for grabs. Isn't that great? In exchange, I shared a bit of my technique with the Gloriosa family ❤️

Vanis

And you plan to use all those souls for your research, right?

Rosé

Exactly! There might even be more than I need~, so I thought I'd eat the rest. But there's gonna be too much, so I'll share some with you and big bro ♪

Vanis

I'll pass. Even as a fallen angel, human souls don't suit my taste.

Rosé

You're still saying that? Just give up. I know your type gets hooked eventually ♪

Adder

It's too much for the Gloriosa family alone… Who's leading them?

Rosé

As expected of big bro, you're so smart~. I definitely feel like wasn't a pure Gloriosa devil. What was the name again… I forgot, but I believe it was a former fallen angel. Maybe one of Vanis' friends?

Vanis

……

Rosé

Oh, and they said something else interesting. They plan to have the calamity caused by a failure.

Adder

…! Are they planning to incorporate that failure? What's the point of using them?

Rosé

They were rambling about something, but I wasn't listening. I don't care who causes it. As long as it happens quickly and kills lots of humans ♪ that's all that matters ♡

Adder

………

Rosé

Oh, what happened to that Gloriosa guy? We were making good progress, but he got greedy and asked for more of my wonderful techniques~. I came here to set him straight. Vanis, has anyone been here?

Vanis

Yes. And they're gone. Look… near your feet.

Rosé

Feet…? Oh~, this big stain!? Oh no, he ended up like this~? If I had come a bit earlier-- I could have let him experience those techniques to his heart's content ♪ What a shame. Really~, what a shame…

Vanis

… Not that you were trying to help him. As expected of Rosé.

Rosé

He was too familiar. Going on about Gloriosa this and Belladonna that. Instead of chatting, he should've caused the calamity already. Right? Vanis, you think so too, right?

Vanis

Yes… It seems Adder was right.

Rosé

Hm? What are you mumbling about?

Adder

… I see, I get it now.

Rosé

Hey. Big bro~? Hello~?

Adder

………

Rosé

Both Vanis and big bro are grumbling… Oh well ♪ Can I go home now?

Adder

--Wait.

Rosé

Geez~, I've told you everything. Is there more?

Adder

Of course. You cooperated with the enemy, the Gloriosa family. You'll be punished for that. Look forward to it.

Rosé

Oh! So that's why you were angry!? Fine~. Let me know when you decide the punishment ♡ Vanis, let's go home together ♪

Vanis

I'm going home, but I won't help with your research.

Rosé

You're so stingy. (walk away)

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Adder

… Now that I think about that time…

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???

…Uh…

Vanis

It's happening again.

Adder

Everyone is so talkative.

???

… No… This calamity… It's orchestrated... the red moon…

Adder

… A ghost related to the calamity of the scarlet moon.

Vanis

………

???

The prince is… not the beginning. Just… a device. The beginning is another… more evil… And not alone…

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Adder

…......

(thinking) The specter that appeared then… said the "Red Moon Calamity" wasn't caused by Dia. That bastard is just a device… Is there something to this matter...?

…! Typical Rosé, incredibly lucky. Seems I won't have to kill him. Pitiful Gloriosa, you'll be used for the benefit of the Belladonna family.

Curse's Voice

…Oh…oh…

Adder

How annoying… It's from that ship, huh?

[quinloki]

Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 14: After While, Crocodile

The days dragged on. Rain Dinners went under entirely, and quite a few people were caught up in the fall out. You didn't hear from Miss All Sunday, and it was almost a month before Alvida called you.

"(Y/N), oh girl I am so sorry," she begins, and you cut her off.

"Don't be. It's okay, I'm... I'm not exactly alright, but I'm doing okay. I tell you though, the hardest part right now is job hunting." You have the phone tucked against your shoulder; you were filling out applications when she called.

"Yeah... Yeah, Rain Dinners has been in the news so much and no one wants to deal with the fall out. But you're a great worker, you'll be back on your feet before anyone else. Well, Buggy might beat you." She admits, laughing in disbelief.

"Buggy? He's not locked—I mean, he wasn't tangled up in everything, huh?"

"I'm just as surprised, but no. They held him for a couple days and then let him go. I've been trying to figure out what happened to everyone, and got distracted, I should've called sooner."

"... Nah. I, uh... the shock, I wasn't really... good for a few days. This is better, don't sweat it, Alvida." You try to sound reassuring but hearing from Alvida hasn't done much except make you miss Crocodile all over again.

"Hey, hon, I'm not going to get into things over the phone, but do you want me to have Buggy reach out to you? I know he could use your help if he's going to get things off the ground."

Your soft spot for your hyper stressed boss was winning out over your inclination to avoid everything to do with the Grandline Metro and just move. You sigh and resign yourself to your fate.

"Yeah, you can give him my number." You stare at what is probably the 20th application you've filled out since yesterday and sigh. "It's going to be hard to find any kind of Coordinator job for a while, when the only thing people are thinking about is how coordinated Rain Dinners imploded."

Alvida snorts derisively, and you can almost picture the look on her face. "You're not wrong. Alright love, I'll pass the word along. Don't be surprised if you hear from him today, he's about as relaxed as you'd expect."

You and Alvida talked about small stuff for a few more minutes before you said your goodbyes. You closed your laptop and went about mindlessly tidying up. You had been struggling to keep up with chores, but in the last week you realized if you did bits and pieces here and there when you had the energy or needed a distraction that it helped you keep up.

Having some kind of job would likely help, especially if that job was coordinating Buggy with the rest of the world. He was good for keeping you distracted.

Alvida wasn't wrong, it wasn't even an hour, and your phone was ringing. When you picked it up, however, it wasn't Buggy's voice as you had expected.

"Hey, Buggy." You managed to sound not completely deflated when you answered.

"Miss (Y/N), my apologies, it seems you had expected someone else." The soft chuckle that followed the smooth words had done nothing more except cause your heart to drop into your stomach.

"Mr. Donquixote... I was, expecting someone – how do you have my number?"

"Oh please, Miss Wednesday, I think we're beyond trying to maintain pretenses at this point." He says with amusement.

You felt your blood run cold and wondered for a moment if you'd ever feel warm again.

"... Why have you called me, Mr. Donquixote?" You manage after a moment's pause. You're not going to address the questions you have, because you're pretty sure you already know all the answers to them anyway. No sense in verifying the specific kind of cat that has just been released from the bag.

"I think you have a better question to ask me than that, Miss (Y/N), and please, call me Doffy."

You pondered for a moment, stepping yourself through the questions you had. Was he the one who had cloned your phone? Well, of course – he wouldn't know you were Miss Wednesday otherwise. That meant he was probably the person who had been trying to get into your apartment. It also meant he knew at Baratie's that you and Crocodile were dating, but he wasn't willing to admit to his involvement with your phone, and your statement about having earned the meal was a good enough excuse he hadn't decided to argue against it.

He knew. He knew you two were in a relationship and he was a Warlord. He should've been calling Officer Smoker or whoever he wanted with that tidbit of information.

"Why am I not in jail, Mr. Donquixote?"

"Fufufufu," the laugh sends cold chills down your back. "There's the question I was expecting. Why do you think, Miss (Y/N)?"

"If I may be frank," you request, the energy quickly draining from your words.

"I prefer it, my dear."

"... I don't care." You take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "However you hope to utilize me, or even abuse me, Mr. Donquixote, I do not care. If my options are your amusement or prison, I will walk myself to the nearest station and confess."

There was a long silence, and for a moment you weren't sure if he hadn't hung up on you, but then that amused chuckle bubbles up again. "How delightful! I'm afraid to say I have been unexpectedly amused by you Miss (Y/N), most unexpectedly. Well, then I shall leave you be for now. Do take care Miss (Y/N), he did so much to see to it that you could survive free, after all."

There's a click, and then line's certainly dead now. You look at your phone for a second and nearly hurl it across the room in frustration. You hadn't wanted to give that fluffy pink bastard a moment's satisfaction and you ended up doing so anyway.

The sick bastard had gotten off on your sour mood, and you weren't even sure why. If he had intended to worm his way into your good graces, then he would've come at you softly. To offer support, or comfort, or he probably would've provided you with proof that someone else had cloned your phone and used it to gain your trust.

Instead you're fuming, because it feels like he's pulling your strings despite you being fully aware that that's what he's doing and you can't do anything to stop him. Manipulative bastard.

Your phone rings again and this time you take a second to look at the number. Buggy's name pops up and you relax before you answer it.

"Hello," you say, no long confident in who'll be on the other end.

"(Y/N)!" Buggy screeches in such joy you have to move the phone away from your ear for a second. "Alvida told me the good news! I would love for you to come work for me. No one else has your work ethic and I need to get things up and moving as soon as possible. I can pay you well, there's plenty of investors on the front end of this, and once we get the feet moving it'll be bringing in solid revenue."

"I – Buggy, what even is your business?" You ask. There's comfort in talking to Buggy. It was nice to have something unchanged screaming into your ear this way.

"Hahaha, I never did say, did I? It's an odd jobs service. You know, need a security guard for a night or few? We've got that. Day laborers, armed escorts, coordinators, temp office workers, factory personnel, that sort of thing. Anything and everything. Buggy's Delivery Service is here to deliver you the service you need!" The well-practiced line makes you smile. "Flashy, right?"

"Sounds like an organizational nightmare." You admit honestly. "Do you have things categorized so you can maintain numbers by service? Do you have specific service leads, group leads, and district organizers? How are you going to maintain records? Do they need to be hard copy for privacy reasons? I hope the HR department is robust, personnel for come and go work like this can have a pretty high turnover rate. How're you going to protect against people hijacking your service networks for out of pocket or illegal activities?"

You sigh a bit at the silence that follows. "Buggy."

"Please work for me, (Y/N)." Buggy's voice sounds to be on the edge of tears.

"I have conditions."

"I have a pen and paper." Buggy says, and you're quite sure he does. It only took you two years to get him into that habit to the point that he started taking notes no matter who was talking to him.

"I want competitive pay, not some flashy amount. I want you to give me authority to hire and fire, at least for 366 days. I need to be able to organize the system and the people with autonomy. After 365 days, I'd like to switch back to an internal coordinator role, and maintain internal relations between branches, teams, districts, groups, and such. I'd even be open to acting as a secondary secretary for you again." You say, speaking just slowly enough to allow Buggy a chance to keep up with his writing.

There's a bit of silence as he finishes writing, and you can hear him muttering softly as he goes through and re-reads what he wrote. "Competitive pay, hire and fire, internal coordinator, secondary secretary. That's easy enough!" He says triumphantly. "Do you want to go over the current details and logistics first thing Monday? I should have enough time to do a 2-hour walkthrough at 3pm."

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, even though Buggy can't see. "I'm impressed. Is Alvida already working with you?"

"Her and Galdino," Buggy says with a sigh. "You could've just had faith in me, (Y/N)."

"I do have faith in you. I have faith in your ability to know you need good people around you." You say with a smile. "I'm glad I'm included in that; I haven't had much luck job hunting."

"I would've contacted you sooner, but the number I had for you was disconnected." He laments. "Fortunately, Alvida was able to do her gossip magic and track down a new number for you."

"Oh, huh. I wonder if I wasn't even listed. Sorry about that, I would've reached out sooner if I had realized it."

"Bah, it's fine. You probably needed the time anyway. You always worked too hard. It's kind of flashy in its own way, but you could probably use another month of sleep."

"Buggy, I will cry if you make me take a month off." You say it in an exaggerated pout, so he thinks you're kidding, but honestly you probably would. You needed something to distract you, and this was a great opportunity.

Buggy laughs. "I'll see you Monday, call me if you need anything before then."

"Will do, boss." You assure him and hang up.

Leaning back into your couch you let out a long sigh. You had plenty of savings, you could've managed for a long time before you would've needed to work, but even so this was a welcome result. You already know Buggy, and Alvida, and Galdino. You were also relieved to know none of them were part of the deeper parts of Crocodile's organization. You had assumed they were all aware of Crocodile's Warlord affiliation, though now, you guess the whole world knew.

In two months' time you, and just about all of Grandline Metro, had learned that Crocodile – or rather the organization he controlled, Baroque Works – had attempted to overthrow the government of an island nation. They had used a mix of propaganda and other illegal activities to cause the people to rise up in revolt, and the whole plot had been uncovered just before things had come crashing down.

You didn't know what to think of it all. It felt hypocritical of you to have understood he was a criminal without being understanding of just what that could entail. At the same time though, it felt like a matter of degree.

Sir Crocodile the Pirate was acceptable. Same for Warlord, Mafia Boss, Gang Leader, secret underworld mastermind – okay the last one was pushing it a little bit, but Crocodile the Overthrower of Desert Kingdoms just felt like too much.

Not that it mattered. Where the line was, and whether or not you were comfortable with it, were all moot. Suwani was in prison. The trial had been laughably short, and if you reached out to contact him in any way it could ruin whatever he'd done to keep you out of things. That was, for better or worse, the thing that made you want to forgive him no matter what he had done.

He had protected you.

There was absolutely no objective benefit for him to have done so. You didn't know any of his terrible secrets. You had nothing you could've given the Marines to help them win their case. If anything, you might've been able to be a sympathetic face to put on things.

It wasn't likely it would've worked, but objectively, he would have had more options available if he hadn't kept you away from everything. Especially since the Grandline Metro prison wasn't segregated by sex.

If he had just meant to use you then...

You let out another long sigh, looking up at your ceiling. Complicated feelings were, unsurprisingly, complicated. For right now, you didn't want to think about them. You didn't want to think about him. You needed to put one foot in front of the other, and move forward. You had plenty of time to sort everything out, there was no reason to try and decide tonight.

You may never come to a final answer.

"Whatever. For the next year all you have to do is organize Buggy's overzealous business plan. You won't have to worry about thinking about things like this, you'll be too bloody busy." You grumble into the empty air of your apartment.

Throwing yourself into your job wasn't the best coping mechanism, but it was better than nothing, and you had no prior experience in trying to cope with something like this.