#and think we're gonna respond to being told ''if you act like you like this holiday you get CANDY!'' like a toddler

[roguelibrarian]

i'm sorry i know it's still only january but one of my favorite things (and by favorite i mean it makes me want to start chewing on drywall) is when an aro person breathes a word about not liking valentines day and a bunch of people (including other aros!) will be like "but how can you not like valentines day? what about all the chocolate?"

like hello yes are you aware that chocolate exists and is available for purchase at literally any time of year?

[unhealthyvendetta]

ೃ⁀➷ HOW YOU THINK’S THE KIND OF THING I’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND

✧˚ · . overview. you break it off with gojo due to his carefree attitude and he's livid. part two

⇢ ˗ˏˋ caution. gojo x reader, no use of "y/n", angst, heartbreak, fem reader, eventual fluff, obsessed gojo, not proofread ࿐ྂ

wc: 1.3k

ׂ╰┈➤︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

"What the fuck?" Satoru muttered under his breath before springing up from his bed.

"Let's break up, it's better for the both of us. I know you're busy so I have to text it to you." Your text read. You decided to break up with your boyfriend due to his nonchalance and neglect.

Just as you placed your phone down, it started ringing. Who was it? I doubt it's your boyfriend ex.

Oh, but it is.

You felt a little anxious and declined the call, but just as you did, it rang again. What's with this guy? You reluctantly tapped the green button on your phone to Satoru looking at his phone with an upset expression. "Why?" Satoru asked.

"You don't even talk to me, why are you calling me?" You replied as you set up your phone to see him.

"So? I've been busy." Satoru replied.

"Busy doing what? Your location says you're currently at home and haven't left for a mission in a while." You replied with an annoyed expression, "What's the point of lying?"

"God, you're so controlling. Can you stop stalking me?" Satoru replied with sass.

"Do you even care about me? You never call but when I wanna break up you spam call me." You yelled at him. "If I didn't we wouldn't be together, stop being so insecure." Satoru shot back, "If I knew you were so needy I wouldn't have came up to you." He said.

His words hurt, deeply. You just sighed and hung up the phone, surprising Satoru, but he didn't call back.. which hurt even more.

See, Satoru.. he figured you'd come around eventually. He was gonna take you back and things would be normal, right? Wrong. You stopped showing up to his meetings, stopped showing up to the school, you could not be caught in Satoru's general area.

He was confused, was he really dumped? The strongest sorcerer? Dumped? It just sounded grammatically incorrect.

People started asking where you were and Satoru did not want to let the world know that he got dumped by a normal girl. He never told anyone you both broke up, keeping it a secret from everybody.

One day you went out in public and one of Satoru's student's came up to greet you, "Hey! How are you? Is Gojo helping you get better?" They asked, leaving you confused. "Gojo? Better? What do you mean?" You asked.

"Gojo told us you were sick and you weren't going to his events anymore," The student replied.

"Oh, really?" You replied, feeling furious.

Before the student could reply, you walked towards your apartment and called Satoru. He picked up immediately, "What? Aren't we broken up?" He asked with attitude.

"I thought so, but you've been going around telling people we're still together and I'm just sick. So you tell me," You replied as you unlocked your apartment door.

Satoru didn't reply, he was caught in a lie. "What did you want me to do? I can't tell people I was dumped by you, that's embarrassing." Satoru replied.

"What the fuck? Just pop out with another slut like you usually do," You scoffed. "You're jealous, I feel it." Satoru responded. "No, I'm annoyed. I don't want to be associated with you." You refuted. "Just last week you were complaining about how I never give you attention, don't complain now." Satoru scoffed.

"God, you're annoying. Stop telling everyone we're together, okay? That's all I want from you." You replied.

"Stop acting like you don't want me anymore, you were so needy and now you're all distant." Satoru quipped. "Well maybe you should've treated me like your girlfriend and not a fan girl that you have to tolerate." You snapped.

"Women are so complicated," Satoru groaned. "And men are so incompetent," You shot back before hanging up the phone. What the fuck was his problem?

You knew he was an ass, but this was a new type of ass.

Whatever, who needs him? You've been eying your colleague Nanami for the past week, and you might as well try and make a move, right? You knew he went to the local bakery on Fridays, so you decided to stop by to get his attention.

As expected Nanami was there, purchasing bread. You waited outside trying your hardest to look like you were actually doing something when you spot a certain white haired individual you unfortunately knew too well.

"Satoru? What the hell-" You started before Satoru cut you off with a kiss. God, you haven't been kissed by him in what felt like forever. You just wanted to- no, oh my God.. Nanami should be coming out the shop any second!

You pulled away reluctantly and saw Nanami walking away from you and Satoru, shit, he already left?

"Satoru, what the hell?" You yelled at him.

"You can't go out with Nanami," Satoru responded, his eyes filled with anger and jealousy.

"Yes I can, maybe he won't ignore me for weeks like you did!" You scoffed. "And don't kiss me, we're broken up." You added on. "Oh come on, you and I both know this 'break up' can be solved with a conversation." Satoru replied.

"When will you realize that not everyone wants you? That your nonchalance and lack of care isn't hot, but people put up with it because they love you?" You insulted him.

"I know your ego get pretty flimsy whenever someone doesn't want you but you need to grow up. Consider this a wake up call to not be a fucking asshole." You continued before walking away to you car, this time Satoru didn't stop you.

You forget to ask important questions, like how he found you, how he knew what you were up to.. God, you were livid.

You just tried to ignore Satoru and tried going out with Nanami, but you couldn't even speak to him. Satoru was definitely pulling strings per usual, trying to control you. You decided to block Satoru's personal number, that wasn't someone you needed in your life, you just wanted peace, but Satoru just wanted you.

He was regretting ever letting you get away, he needed you in his life and without you he was unstable, he would apologize but there was no amount of apologies he could utter on his knees for you to take him back at this rate. He's an asshole, and he knows that. And God, he wished he could stop being one.

But old habits die hard, okay? So he's outside your apartment, lockpicking the door. It's 10:57 PM on a Friday night, he knew you always partied on Fridays.

He sat there and waited for hours in your living room, he was going to force a conversation with you if you didn't wanna talk to him willingly.

You get home several hours later, and see Satoru at your door.

"Oh my God! You fucking loser! Get out!" You yelled as you pulled up your dress.

Satoru just stared at you, what he once had all to himself. His eyes were filled with longing and desire. "I'm sorry, I know I was an asshole, I know. But I don't know what to do. I just want you back, please. I don't know why I treated you like that, and I swear I'll treasure you like the gem you are."

You looked a little shocked, "Don't just throw this onto me on a Friday night, I'm tipsy." You replied and took off your heels, "Get out Satoru."

"Please. I love you so much, I'll give you everything. I will make time for you, please." Satoru begged. "Get out," You replied as you walked towards your bathroom to take off your makeup.

"I really don't want to lose you," Satoru replied. "You already did," You scoffed.

"I'm not done." Satoru sighed before leaving your apartment, and you wouldn't remember any of this by tomorrow morning.

[chrispotatos]

teaser- matt sturniolo

!Blurb! (i think)

warnings: suggestive, smut (intended)

summary: you've been sexually frustrated and your embarrassed so you act grumpy and don't wanna ask matt for help with your 'problem'

a/n: i come up with random ass shit at 3 am.

"Do you know whats going on over here?"

"have you even bothered to look?"

you and matt were both at target and to no suprise you didn't wanna be there.

"lets go home" you demanded while matt was scanning the shelves for a lego set. "can you wait, im looking for something" he responded vaguely

"we're leaving" you told him.

the boldness of your tone made matt do a double take. "what'd you say?" he asked in a condescending manner, lowering his gaze on you.

it made you nervous and regret your choice of words only in the slightest. what he did doesn't stop you from scoffing and rolling your eyes, walking away with a bad attitude. you went to the car by yourself and waited for matt to drive you two back to his shared home with his brothers.

---

you were laying on the couch and matt was sitting on the wooden floor infront of the coffee table building the lego set he just bought.

in what felt like a random question he asked what you wanted to eat. but you ignored him it's not like he did anything wrong, you just didn't feel like answering him. despite all this pent up sexual frustration, you felt the need to ignore the person you craved most.

"y/n i know you heard me" assertiveness was added to his tone. it made you undeniably wet, the way he exerted his dominace aroused you. im sure he knew that and he probably also knew what was wrong with you; he almost always does

" you gonna ignore me now?" he cuts your phone off and that makes you shoot up from your position "fuck off. im clearly not talking to you, for a reason"

he looked around the room as if he was clueless to who you were speaking to. "who you talkin to like that, cause i know it's not me" his boston accent leaking out onto his words

matt was completely opposed by the way you were acting.

"you. thats who" you fired back. his tounge sucked his teeth "nope. no ma'am. not happening" he grabbed you by the wrist, practically dragging you towards his room "matt stop it. what're you doing?"

You tried pulling your wrist out of his grip and resist as much as possible but you also didn't try hard enough, because this is what you been waiting for.

---

before you know it the both of you were in his room, his hands wondered all over your body.

your backside was against the front of him and he was kissing down your neck. his touch was all-consuming, you were convinced you could have had an orgasm right there. every touch felt electric, his kisses sent shivers all over.

"this what you wanted angel?" he asked.

you nodded your head vigourisly. his hands proceeded to go up your jean skirt and to your soaked panties. his fingers rubbed your clothed clit, earning a whimper from you.

"too bad. wanna act like a brat you get the treatment of one" he removed his hands from the aching heat; growing in your core.

"please im sorry" you sit on the bed watching matt walk to the door of his room "i said it okay. im sorry" you whined every fiber of your being was desperate for his attention, and longing for his touch.

it's been almost a week since you and matt did anything sexual. from his busy work schedule to his tiredness and lack of desire to do anything and vise versa.

"come talk to me when you're actually sorry and aren't being desperate" he shut the door behind him leaving you in his room alone with nothing but your own imagination of where that could have gone but didn't escalate any higher because of the attitude you had all day, damn near all week.

pt.2

a/n: this could possibly have a pt.2 but it could also be left like this. lmk what y'all are thinking.

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

i know you

eli moskowitz x reader... (y/n) is basically jess in gilmore girls.. ive been obsessed with cobra kai lately

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"excuse me?"

you don't think you have ever felt as angry as you have done today. finding out that one of your best friends, that you just so happened to be in love with, had changed completely as a person was one thing. finding out he tried to beat up the third member of your little trio was another.

so you did what you had to, you always felt the need to go out the way to protect eli and demetri. you didn't think it would end up being from each other.

approximately half an hour earlier:

"(y/n)." demetri's face flooded your screen, as you were sprawled across your bed. calls were usually a common thing between the two of you now eli was distant.

"demetri.. hey! you okay?" you respond, taking note of his face.

"no." he says, in a deadpan tone.

"umm why? what happened?"

"eli happened."

of course. ever since your best friend since age 6 joined cobra kai, he had felt like a whole new person. he even gave himself a new name for goodness sake! you and demetri both knew it wasn't the real him. you'd known him for too long. that being said - this new persona didn't stop him avoiding you both.

"what did.. what did he do?" you look into your phone camera, worry evident on your face.

"he tried to beat me up! i was at the mall with sam and robby.. and i went to the comic book store.. and he was there. wasn't happy with my yelp review and tried to fight me."

"what the hell." your eyes widen slightly. rage soaring through your veins. what was he playing at? putting on a front to show off to his friends. why didn't he remember who his real friends were?

"i know.. i just can't believe he would do it. we were friends with him!"

"i know.. are you sure you're okay?" you ask, concerned.

"i'm fine.. robby and sam helped fight them off it just.. caught me by surprise."

"i bet it did.. look i'll ring you later, okay? i just need to take care of something."

demetri knew you all too well.

"don't do something you'll regret." he says.

"i won't."

now here you were, shouting at someone that was supposed to be your best friend. the boy you have had a crush on for so many years.

"don't 'excuse me'. you know what you did." you scoff, walking closer to him. you had decided to wait until he had finished karate to talk, it seemed appropriate.

"oh yeah? and what's that?" eli looked at you, his tone cocky.

"you tried to beat up demetri! what are you doing?" you question, looking at him in disgust.

"he shouldn't have put up that yelp review." he scowls.

"oh who cares about a stupid review! he's supposed to be one of your best friends." you say, angrily.

"not anymore. i'm not friends with pussies."

"what the hell is your problem? what.. you gonna ditch us just because we don't want to beat people up like you do?" your voice raises slightly, causing eli's scowl to falter.

"I told you, i'm not friends with weak people." he says.

"are you kidding? seriously! who was the one that used to fight your bullies in elementary? me! who was your first friend? demetri!"

"we're not kids anymore. people change. friendships change. it's not my fault you guys aren't strong enough for this." eli says, looking away from you, his demeanour crumbling.

"you're not like that either. you're putting on an act!" you exclaim.

"an act? the fuck? this is me now, accept it." he shouts.

"what's going on with you?!"

"nothing.. im fine." he says, his eyes searching your face.

"i know you. i know you better than anyone! this isn't you."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean! starting fights with demetri.. ditching us for those idiots.. being so violent. why are you being so violent?" you ask, looking him in the eye.

the pleading in your voice makes his face soften slightly. you always had a way of getting to him. i mean, of course you did, he'd always had a massive crush on you.

"just tell me what's up with you! i care about you. why are you being like this?" you beg.

eli struggles to get his words out. he wanted to reach out, he wanted to hug you. he wanted to go back to yours and watch doctor who with you and demetri. but he coudln't.

"you don't.. you don't know me anymore." he forces out.

your face falls and eli swears he could feel his heart break.

"fine. don't expect me to wait for you anymore." and with that you turn and walk away, a small part of you hoping he stops you.

he doesn't.

he wants to, he really does. but that's not him anymore.

he watches you walking off with a pained expression, knowing hes fucked up. he just can't bring himself to stop you.

[theanimeoftheblackbunnymask]

Shanks with a Female Marine S/O (Imagine)

Author's Note: I made a post mentioning this idea and it got a lot of attention. Hopefully it'll be talked about more down the road.

Links: {Masterlist}

When it comes to a marine reader, I can't picture them as this shy, weak little thing. I like to imagine reader as a well respected vice admiral, known for their heroism and determination.

I can see you meeting Shanks when he was a rookie. Just entered the grand line and is starting to get attention, but he isn't quite as big as he is now. You weren't new to the marines by the time you met Shanks, probably a captain, and it actually took a little bit for Shanks to truly see your potential.

You met him in some random bar him and his crew were drinking at. You were given orders to keep an eye on him, since the marines wanted to know just how much of a threat he was at the time. You decided fo go undercover while keeping a few lower ranked marines you were in charge of outside to keep post.

Shanks, being the flirt and charmer he is, immediately started conversation with you the moment you sat down next to him. You couldn't deny the fact he was friendly, offering to pay for your drink and even making you laugh a couple times, but you never once allowed yourself to be blinded by his antics. He was a pirate, and a possibility dangerous at best, you couldn't let yourself be blinded by his good looks and charm.

Despite Shanks being drunk when he first met you, he could see right through your duguise. The look in your eyes told him everything he need to know. However, he continued to act as if he was oblivious to that fact.

However, despite your better judgement, you ended up falling for his charm. The two of you ended up sleeping together in one of the island's many inns. You can't deny that he was probably the best fuck you've ever had, but the moral turmoil he threw in did not make it worth it.

You knew he was going to be trouble later down the road, and in all honesty, you wanted to see just how far he'd go, especially since the two of you were so close in age.

Not only did he leave an impression on you, but you left an impression on him. After meeting you, he was talking about you to Beckman.

"A beauty that woman was, Benn. A real beauty, a fierce one too," Shanks said as he poured him and Beckman a glass of whatever alcohol they stole from the island.

"You say that about every woman you've been with," Beckman said as he picked up the glass, blowing out a puff of smoke as he looked out into the ocean. "But you think she'd different, don't you?"

"She’s gonna be a fun one, Benn."

"What makes you so sure?"

"She’s a marine! A captain no less."

Beckman sent Shanks a glare as he drank his glass. "And you still slept with her? Captain, we're still rookies, I wouldn't be taking a thing like this as a game."

"She ain't going to do anything yet."

"...How'd you even know she was a marine?"

"The look in her eyes, and the fact that marines were scattered all over the island," Shanks replied confidently before chugging down the bottle. "I want to see where she ends up."

The two of you wouldn't interact again until a few years later. You've risen in ranks and have now became a Vice Admiral, and Shanks is now considered a major threat to the government.

Both of ships had crossed paths while at sea, and you decided to see if you stood a chance. You didn't have a devil fruit, but you were starting to master haki during this point in time.

"Long time no see, Shanks," You said as the two of you stood in front of each other. "I see you've made it big."

"I can say the same to you," Shanks responded, a smirk on his face as he checked you out. "Damn, still as beautiful as the day I met you."

"And you're charming as ever. Let's see what you got, don't go easy on me."

"Oh don't worry baby," Shanks reassured as he pulled out his sword, "I won't. "

Its safe to say that Shanks won that fight, but that wasn't the last time you guys would meet.

After that the two of you would constantly cross paths, and Shanks would never fail to make you blush. Constantly throwing flirtations your way as the two of you fought.

"You sure you don't want to join me?" Shanks asked, dodging your punch.

"Yes I'm sure, I don't think I wanna be couped up with smelling pirated all day, especially you."

"Well, this smelly pirate was the best dick you've ever had," Shanks teased, laughing as your face became one of embarrement.

The tension between you two was thick. And you wanted to beat him more than anyone. You wanted to wipe that smug look off his face, but anytime you'd get close, he'd knock you down faster than you could blink.

"What is this, 51-0?" Shanks asked as he pinned you down on the floor, the tip of his sword grazing your neck as he looked down at you.

"Shut up."

"Come on Baby, you're better than that."

The way Shanks asked you out was oddly romantic for a playboy like him. He has caught you while your ship was stationed at one of the islands in the Grand Line. You were in the woods, admiring the night sky as you came up with possible ways for your crew to get stronger. While you were thinking, you heard footsteps approaching.

When you turned around your gun was already out, and standing in front of you was Shanks, holding a bouquet of you favorite flowers. You were immediately caught off guard, just what the hell was going on.

"Shanks? What are you doing here?" You asked, lowering your gun slowly but still keeping your guard up.

"Hey, I'm not here to fight," Shanks declared. "Y/N, we've known each other for years, and the longer I've known you the more you've won over my heart. Everytime we part I keep finding myself longing for your return, waiting for our paths to cross again, even if it's for a fight I'll know I'll win."

The last sentence was a purpose jab at you, which helped in lifting up both his and your nervousness.

"I realize now that you're what I want," Shanks said as he handed you the bouquet of flowers.

"Shanks," You whispered, taking the bouquet as you tried to concele your excitement.

"Will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?"

For the first time, Shanks saw you break your strong, cold marine persona. Before he could react you were hugging him, kissing his face more times than he can count.

"YES YES YES! FINALLY, I'VE BEEN WAITING YEARS FOR THIS!"

The two of your guys relationship is kept secret from the government, nobody outside of Shanks' crew knows about your little relationship.

Whenever you're on the battle field the two of you act far more cold towards each other than before, just to keep appearances. But, after the fights, the two of you are cutest couple to the point it's sickening, and everytime the two of you guys meet, you always end up in Shanks' Cabin.

I'd say Shanks with a Marine/Vice Admiral S/O is by far the cutest thing ever. Two strong people who constantly fight each other secretly dating, how scandalous.

Oh, and don't get me started on what your marriage would be like. That's when word gets out.

[iikatsukii]

the lost sully

synopsis: there was one rule…

pairings: sully family x sibling!reader 

warnings: angst no comfort

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i'm taking a hiatus. Idk for how long but i will not be posting or responding to anyone or anything unless we are mutuals and i’ve told you what happened. Please don't pry all i will say is someone very close to me died today. this will be the last thing i post for a while so sorry if its halfassed.

"now they'll never find me," you said as you laughed, feeling the rush of the wind blowing on your face. you had broken the only rule you and your siblings had when playing hide and seek.

no ikrans

you figured it wouldn't be a problem because you knew the forests like the back of your hand and weren't going far anyway. you spotted a clearing near high camp where neteyam was counting, giving you guys 20 seconds to hide around the nearby area. you, on the other hand, were feeling daring today. you hadn't won a hide-and-seek game in years, and your siblings continuously rubbed it in your face. 

of course, as you guys grew up, you had less and less time to play games, but recently, with you finally completing your rites, you were able to hang out with your siblings more. you would find yourself tagging along with lo'ak, kiri, and neteyam when they went to hang out with other na'vi your age. 

thinking about your siblings made you laugh as you finally settled into your hiding spot. you were hiding inside a log in the clearing you had found earlier, waiting for your eldest brother to find you. you placed your palms flat on each other, facing the ground, and rested your face on your hands, allowing them to act as a pillow as you drifted off to sleep, knowing you would be the last one found. a little victory nap wouldn't hurt.

you would rest here amongst the flora and fauna of your home. a little fan lizard scampered into the log, snuggling up to you, seemingly joining your nap. then you felt another running up the back of your leg, coming up to cuddle into the small of your back. you giggled as a few more gathered around you, packing into your little hiding spot. you loved moments like this. moments that you could share with the fauna that eywa has blessed your home with. 

much like kiri, you were very in touch with the great mother, but while kiri leaned more toward the flora, you were more in tune with the animals of pandora. always being able to steer away an angry mama palulukan rather than having to fight. you sighed as you felt sleep consume you. who knew sleeping in a log would be so comfortable? was the last thought to cross your mind before you allowed your dreams to consume you. 

waking at the sound of an ikrans screech was startling, to say the least. unfortunately, you forgot where you fell asleep, so when you jumped up, you hit your head pretty hard against the top of the log. 

"OW- ow. oh my god, ow…." you whimpered out, being in so much pain that the only thing you could do was just sit there and process what the actual fuck was happening. so much was happening so fast that you didn't have a moment to collect yourself. your blood was rushing thanks to your little alarm clock, so you slipped your body halfway out the log, looking up at your ikran, txep, with a glare. he returned your look with a mischievous glare of his own.

"oh, you think it's funny." you sneered at your companion. he screeched in response as if he was antagonizing you. 

"well, i'm glad you do because now we're both gonna have a headache while flying back, you skxawng." you groaned as you pulled the rest of your body out the log, wincing as you stretched. you brought your hand to the back of your head, which was now a dull pain. you decided to sit down for a second to give yourself a minute to gather. 

and then everything came back to you, the hide and seek game, your ikran ride, your "victory nap"...

you looked to the sky, wincing as you noticed it's been eclipse for a while now. 

mom and dad are gonna kill me…

you were honestly scared. you were never one to get into huge trouble like your brother lo'ak, but you knew that you would definitely be getting into huge trouble when you got home. you sighed as you stood and looked over at your ikran, still coddling the back of your head. 

"come on. let's go home," you said as you made tsaheylu and mounted your saddle. txep made soft noises of uncomfortability as he now felt the effects of your pain through the bond.

"sorry, buddy, but you can only blame yourself here." you managed a laugh in times of grave fear. taking off in the direction of home, you knew you were only 5 minutes away from the scolding of a lifetime. at least, you thought you were until 5 minutes turned into 20. then suddenly, 20 minutes became 40, and 40 minutes became an hour. you felt like you were flying in circles. you couldn't find high camp, your headache worsened, and your vision blurred. txep could barely fly straight.

you decided it would be best to land somewhere to avoid getting hurt while flying around with an injury like this. the time between when you were in the air and landed on the ground was a blur. but as soon as your feet touched the ground, you passed out. the exhaustion and pain was too much.

as you awoke again, you heard strange sounds disrupting your sleep. you groaned, assuming it was your brothers messing with you, but once you opened your eyes, you saw a roof above your head. but the architecture isn't that of the omatikaya, and the air smelled of salt water and sea life. you shielded your eyes as you were met with the sun gazing through a… window?

"oh, thank eywa, you are awake. my mother began worrying when you had not woken up after a week."

A WEEK?!?!

she noticed the panicked look on your face and quickly settled beside you, rubbing your shoulders as a comfort method. 

"do not worry. you are safe. your ikran is safe. you had a head injury and were passed out on an island just outside the reefs. i am going to ask you some questions. is that okay?" the girl asked. she had teal skin, and her arm, legs, and tail were thicker than your own. 

"what is your name?" she spoke softly like she didn't want to scare you. 

"y/n," you replied, barely above a whisper. you didn't even feel your mouth move.

"hi, y/n. my name is tsireya. how old are you?"

"i'm 13. i just got my ikran… i just completed my rites… i–" your voice was shaking. 

"hey, y/n, it is okay. i just have one more question for you," she said as she continued to comfort you. you sighed, not wanting to speak anymore as your reality came crashing down on you. 

you don't know where you are.

you had broken the only hide-and-seek rule you guys had, and now you're lost. stranded on the islands of pandora, not knowing how to get home

"do you know where you are?" you didn't respond as you felt your tears escape the corners of your eyes. whimpers and sobs creep out of your throat as you shake your head in response to her question. she sighed, her ears pinned to her head as she could only feel sad for you. 

she decided to lay down, holding you in her embrace until she felt your breathing even out. she wigged herself out of the cot you were lying on as she left the pod. tsireya assumed that you had fallen asleep, but she was wrong. the second she left, your tears returned tenfold, but you managed to hold in your sobs. your thoughts were loud in your mind, but one sentence silenced them all. 

one sentence that had intensified your cries, now having to use the cushion under your head to muffle your cries.

now they'll never find me.

[joontroverted]

thinking about sweet single dad satoru who you could never tell is a single dad. 

this is HELLA unedited and just a brain dump lol. 

you probably should not be out tonight, especially not this late. but that's the beauty of being your own employer right, you have no boss! the only person who's gonna be holding you responsible is yourself but that's not tonight's problem. that's tomorrow you's problem.

so you're out the house too damn late, spinning on the bar stool, waiting for the bartender to fix your drink, and you spin right into the chest of someone tall. soft hands gently hold your shoulders, lifting you off of him with a melodious laugh, and you turn to see such a pretty man. just stupidly pretty. pale skin standing out in the darkness of the club and white hair slightly spiky with sweat, with his blue eyes trained on yours.

“whoa there, are you okay?” he leans in to your ear to ask.

you apologize immediately, and you see that you've made him spill his drink, causing you to apologize even more, offering up your concoction in exchange. he laughs and says that it's not even alcohol, just sprite. he even pays for your drink! you still insist on him having your drink because of how mortified you are, and after a second of consideration, he gulps it down.  

if that wasn't enough, he spend the entire night with you, hovering around you, tucking your hair behind you ear, and when you finally hit the dance floor, he dances with you like he's drunk, spinning you about and dipping you every chance he gets, no real semblance of coordination, but his charm and earnest have you beaming and blushing. 

he's flirting right? he's definitely flirting.

you ask if he's drunk once you see the pink flush spreading across his face, to which he responds saying that he’s a lightweight and doesn't even enjoy drinking. when you ask him why he accepted your drink and why he's in the club alone at all, he giggles and says he just wanted to keep talking to the pretty woman who bumped into him, silly! also it's been a long day, and he's had some family trouble, which he just wants to cool off from.

you nod, rubbing his back and out of nowhere he blurts out “my son told me i'm both clingy and avoidant at the same time, like a teenager that never developed so i better start acting like my millennial age.”

you have no idea what to say to that. 

“and funnily enough we have a father son bonding activity planned tomorrow morning and i don't even know how the fuck to go about it after that.”

“today morning,” you supply unhelpfully.

“what?” 

“it's almost 3 am, it's already tomorrow.”

“what?” he repeats, incredulously, staring into his chunky sparkly watch that looks too expensive to be here in the trenches with you. “it's fucking three am? what the fuck?? i am a stupid teenager who never grew up!” 

and in under a minute, he's up and gone.

you uber yourself home, completely sober, wondering what the fuck you just bumped into. as you near home, as pretty and charming as he was, you're glad you’re not messing with that train wreck. a dad with a whole son old enough to roast him like that? let alone the fact that he probably has some poor woman or significant other waiting at home for him as he makes poor decisions with you of all people. you really dodged a bullet with that one, you chuckle. 

***

you smile at the newest student and direct them to their seat. it's a beautiful morning, and you truly love your job. the sun is out, the birds are chirping and the flowers are fresh! you don't have even a drop of tipsiness in your body and you are well rested and excited for the class. you look up with a smile as the bell tinkles and the door opens, to welcome in the last of the students, and you see a familiar tall man's white head of hair accompanied by a sulky black haired teenager, arguing. 

“now if you could just talk to me and let us bond over these fucking flowers, that would be great! and we're already late, which is- “ his eyes meet yours. “oh.”

the teenager doesn't even bother being surprised, as he looks between the two of you with a flat look. 

“hello! good morning!” you say, trying not to sound odd.

“hi,” replies the man, blinking at you.

the teenager looks at him, and then at you again. “he has a wife,” he says before walking in and taking a seat.

“no i don't!” sputters the man. “i don't!” he insists to you, and you can't be fucked to deal with this nonsense. taking a deep breath, you gather your composure and push into the class. 

the art of flower arrangement is not something to be taken lightly. it is an art, something soothing yet there is a system to it. it's important to find your style and flow as you go through it, and you've mastered it over the years, and you hope that your students take something they can cherish from your 1 day work shop. or at least fix their father son bond. in silence.

you learn that his name is gojo satoru, and his son is megumi. you can't lie, they're good students. quiet and dedicated, listening to you explain and following your every step and instructions. you catch them helping each other out here and there and you're glad that this cheating man can actually create some beauty, despite his flaws. 

the class draws to an end in a few hours, and you’re glad to see that everyone's had a good time, from all the pictures they're taking and how almost each of them personally came up to you and commended you, some even taking your business cards. you look up and see that megumi has made his way up to you.

“he's single. no wife. just me.” 

“did he ask you to tell me that?” you snort.

“yeah. but i said i wouldn't do it.” he shrugs. “he’s a good guy. and i really enjoyed the class. thank you,” he adds awkwardly, before turning and rushing out.

that leaves you with just gojo satoru.

he's sheepish, but the boyish charm from last night is still present and as you break the ice with what megumi said, the conversation moves rather smoothly. smooth enough that even though the environment in your shop is vastly different from that of the club last night, the energy between you is the same. light and flirty at first, but he doesn't show any signs of leaving, helping, no doing most of the cleaning up of the set up, his blue eyes following and lingering on you as you flit around him. he takes every opportunity to abuse his height privilidge in helping you put things away and is surprisingly strong despite his slim build. 

you can't help but look at the strip of stomach that shows as he lifts his arms and how his forearms flex as he moves about. 

by the time you've cleared everything up, both of your stomachs are growling in hunger for lunch. he has both his and megumi's flower arrangement to take home, and you're leaning into each other's personal space and that's not even talking about how he has a large hand placed on your waist, blue eyes piercing into yours.

you're barely done eating the ramen he's cooked before you're on his lap, his hands coming up from under your shirt, kissing sloppily. he picks you up and takes you to his bedroom in his too big apartment that is neat but sparse save for the flower arrangements set at the table.

the two of you roll around in his bed, him seemingly obsessed with mapping out every inch of your body from the crook of your neck to the cushion of your soft thighs. it's not in your nature to ever move this quickly with a man, especially one that has an entire son, but soon enough you are rid of your panties as he is sinking into your heat. long and hard, he pumps into you, slowly eyes never leaving each other as he whimpers when he settles into you. what started out as slow soon becomes hurried and desperate, the cool sheets clinging to you as he buries his head in your shoulder, biting it in frustration as he has to pull out and come on your stomach. 

he’s not done with you though. mouth latched onto your clit, he sucks and sucks, pulling two orgasms out of you in quick succession till you have to push him off of your pussy, causing him to whine. 

after he cleans you up and your snuggling, he has his head on your chest 

you giggle. “megumi's not wrong. you are clingy.”

“forgive me for wanting to rest on your tits,” he grumbles, only snuggling in closer. “can we not talk about my son after we've fucked?”

you laugh and nod. “okay.”

there's some silence between you as you run your fingers up and down his spine, scritching his scalp and ruffling his hair. he almost purrs like a big happy cat.

“you know megumi's not biologically mine, right?”

“hmm, i figured,” you reply, thinking about how they more or less look nothing alike except for their hairstyle, and even that was a reach. 

“his father dumped him on me when i was eighteen and fucked off. megumi was like barely four. his father was a distant cousin. which would make megumi my distant nephew. i tried telling megumi that, so i could be like… his cool uncle. most unhelpful thing ever. i could have told him i was jesus christ himself and that wouldn't have stopped him from launching his school bag at my head at every minor inconvenience.”

the thought of anyone let alone a small angry kid you had no urge to care for throwing a school bag at your head at a whim sounds like actual hell, but satoru (what a beautiful name) has a fond smile on his face as he recalls the memory.

“you think he's moody now? oh this is nothing in comparison to what he had going on back then. he was such an angry baby. so sulky. so moody. and so unwilling to speak to me. and i had no patience for him either. we used to have these screaming matches and it's crazy to think about now. i was screaming back to an actual kid who had completed only a grand total of four trips around the sun. and here i was. eighteen and looming over him, also moody and fresh off of a break up, wondering how the hell this kid had the audacity to hate me so much.”

you press a little kiss on his forehead. “aww, you were an angsty little teenager too! like father like son!”

he pouts, pushing his nose further into your soft breast. “that's why i was so annoyed with what he said last night. i'd like to think i've gotten better. and megumi actually took it back and we did bond today. thanks to your class.”

that makes you feel warm and happy. people don't usually, well ever, see the importance in your craft, invalidating and degrading it too often. you're glad that both satoru and megumi not only enjoyed the class and did well, but also could make a good memory out of it.

“you're welcome.” you whisper, pressing a kiss on his hair.

“we've gotten through much worse without any flowers to help us through it, me and gumi. you know once he took a hammer to school and threatened to smash some kid's head in because he kept pulling the local stray dog's tail. and that was the day i was elbow deep in work and decided to put my phone on silent, and i forgot to pick him up from school. imagine the screaming match we had when we got home after i checked my phone to see 24 missed calls and had to get yet yelled at by his principal. and mid way through it he just burst into tears. and then so did i. and then we cried together as he told me that the stray was his only friend and he missed his family… that's when i finally saw that he wasn't just some annoying kid dropped off on my doorstep. he was just a baby.”

you pull back to look at him. his big doe eyes and unblemished skin, his hand kneading your breast as he thinks back fondly. you think of how gentle he was with megumi in class and how sweetly he speaks of him. you think of the past, a younger, gangly, angsty version of him.

“so were you” you say softly, brushing his hair back. you can feel him breathe in and out against your body.

“huh?” he says, looking up at you.

“you were just a baby. and you're not even thirty now. people have kids when they're past thirty and they still think they're too young. and here you are doing an amazing job! but... you're still just a baby,” you tell him gently, holding him against you.

satoru feels naked under your caring, thorough gaze. vulnerable and safe. his eyes widen as he feels comfort spreading through his body, tangling his legs with yours even more. he continues watching you as the room darkens and your eyes shut, drowsiness taking over you. 

he feels like he’s been given a miracle in hands, not for the first time in his life. and as he snuggles into your warm embrace, he decides not to resist falling this time. 

[frostyhelltime]

Good morning/afternoon! Love your work so much! Could you write what reactions Vox, Alastror and Lucifer (my favorote trio haha) would have when they first realise they have feelings for someone? Like, they are not dating yet, they just got first "o sh*t" moment while eating breakfast or something.

Sorry this took so long! ❤️ Alastor's got COMPLETELY away from me and did not end up being as small as Lucifer and Vox, so I'm gonna give Alastor his own post which you can find HERE.

And thank you!! You're so kind and I hope you like my writing for this as well! I had a lot of fun so feel free to send more requests! ❤️

Vox and Lucifer Realize They Have Feelings For You

Vox x GN!Reader

Lucifer x GN!Reader

Vox

Vox genuinely confuses his feelings of love with simple lust and friendship for the longest time.

It's his possessive nature that helps him realize it's actual feelings instead of just something sexual he wants.

Plus a little ribbing from Valentino and Velvette when that possessive nature shows.

Whether you've had sex with him or not yet is irrelevant. He thinks what he feels for you is just lust, and you get along well and don't frustrate him like his cohorts often do. So obviously he enjoys having you by his side and spending time with you.

But it's Valentino's pushing and prodding that makes him realize, and as soon as he does actually realize it, he goes into planning mode.

Vox wasn't always the biggest fan of the loud club the trio found themselves at, but the music was a little quieter in this VIP section away from the crowds. Which made it a lot easier to actually relax with the drink in his hand as he listens to Valentino chatter about something he's only half listening to until he says your name.

He thinks perhaps Val hadn't noticed, but the way Vox's eyes clearly focused in on Valentino when they hadn't been before says everything, and Vox decides not to comment on the shit-eating grin the moth is wearing.

"Sorry. What did you say about them?" He asks for clarification, since all he actually zoned back in for was your name.

“They're very beautiful, no? I think I'll ask them to star in something. I already have a script that would be perfect for the-” Val is about to continue talking about it when Vox immediately snaps, posture becoming rigid as he speaks before he can even realize what he's saying.

“Fuck no Val.” His face has a look of genuine disgust and the visceral way he responded even has Velvette looking up from her phone for a moment, especially after hearing the distortion in his voice. She's eyeing him to try and figure out what the reaction was for.

Valentino only blinks a few times as if processing actually being told no, and then trying to figure out why. But as soon as it hits him the befuddled expression turns to one of delighted bemusement, snickering as he grinned saliciously at Vox.

“Oh~ I didn't realize you had a little amorcito you were hiding from us.” Valentino sounds so smug as he uses his long cigarette to tilt Vox's face up to see him better. Velvette just snorts a laugh, putting her phone down fully now. This was far more entertaining.

But Vox still didn't get the memo yet apparently.

“Amor…? What. No. We're not dating. I have no idea what you're talking about but you're not asking them to star in one of your flicks.” Vox says concretely even though he's very confused by Valentino's suggestion, pushing the cigarette away from his face in annoyance. Velvette just raises an eyebrow, locking eyes with Val as if to silently ask if their companion was truly this dumb. At least in this area. Val just shrugs and Vox watches this silent exchange, just becoming more vexed by it.

“What?! I can't say someone is off limits?!” He's quickly getting annoyed by the way they're both acting.

“Oh no no. You can ask for someone to be off limits….but no one asks for just anyone to be off limits.” Velvette explains, trying to lead this horse to water, trying to coax his line of thinking in the right direction.

“Well duh. They're great company and I don't want Val or his people ruining that.” Vox says coolly, trying to reel himself back in to maintain his composure.

“Oh, so it's just Val and his lackeys you don't want being intimate with them? Then it should be fair game for me to throw my hat in the ring, yeah?” Velvette asks, tilting her head cockily, a knowing smirk on her face. She didn't actually want to pursue you. She was just baiting him.

"We'd be the cutest couple on Sinstagram don't you-"

But Vox is immediately snapping, taking said bait without even realizing.

“No!”

Another, heavier voice distortion colors the word.

“So it's anyone being with them that pisses you off? That sounds like a genuine crush, not just ‘great company’, campañero~” Valentino takes another drag of his cigarette before taking another sip of his drink, adjusting the busty demon currently sitting on his lap to be his eye candy and thing to squeeze tonight.

Said demon is pointedly avoiding all of their eyes, as if to silently tell them she doesn't hear shit and she won't be repeating anything she hears herself. She values her afterlife enough to know to not mention this to anyone.

Vox’s expression goes through multiple stages, indignation, surprise, confusion, amusement, disbelief, annoyance, and eventually…

“...Holy shit.” He eventually whispers leaning back in his seat, eyes wide as Velvette claps.

“Theeeeere it is! Knew you'd get there eventually.” She snickers, as well as Val, both ignoring the pointed glare Vox was sending them now.

He's not even going to bother dignifying it with a response. He wouldn't give them the pleasure.

For now he just leans back further, grumpily folding his arms and continuing to sip his drink as he thinks.

Now that he's aware he can figure out what to do. Like there is anything to figure out anyway. He's charismatic and rich and powerful. What sinner wouldn't want to be the one to earn his affections? With that certainty in his mind at least, he loosens up a little, relaxing. Surely he can approach you tomorrow. For now he'll just relax here, and let Velvette and Valentino have their silly little laugh while they can enjoy it.

Lucifer

He's the fastest to realize.

Partially because he's actually been in love before so he's familiar with the feeling.

But he's also the first to panic because of it, wondering what Charlie will think.

Their relationship was just beginning to rebuild itself and he's scared about what such a big change would do to what he's rebuilt so far.

He most likely realizes when he's talking to Charlie actually.

Charlie is talking about how much she loves Vaggie, how everything reminds Charlie of her, or how if she sees something wonderful her immediate thought is that she wants to bring Vaggie there.

She's just talking about how she just loves Vaggie so much she just wants to share everything with her, boring and exciting!

And that is when it clicks for him, eyes widening.

“And despite the people of Cannibal Town being…interesting…They have amazing gardens and a gazebo and I can't wait to surprise Vaggie with a date there!” Charlie is talking at the typical fast pace she does when she is immeasurably excited, Lucifer just grinning and nodding along and just enjoying her sharing news about her life with him. There was so much he felt he still didn't know about his daughter and he was very eager to make up for lost time.

“And I heard this amazing new song that made me think of her! It went something like….Oh how did it go...?” Charlie trails off before attempting to sing what words she did remember.

“Or something like that! Anyways! Ugh I even love just sitting next to her while I write out new trust exercises!” She gushes, clasping her hands together as she continues to wax poetic about Vaggie. Others in the hotel didn't really care or were just tired of hearing it, and Lucifer wanted to spend time with her regardless of what they spent the time doing. So it made sense she would gush about her wonderful girlfriend to her dad, who patiently and happily listened to almost anything she wanted to talk about.

At some point during this monologue that he nodded and made noises of acknowledgement during, he stiffened, eyes widening as he realized the parallels between Charlie and himself that he hadn't really thought about before now.

Whenever he saw a pretty part of Pentagram City, his first thought was to show you. When he tried a new restaurant, his thought afterwards was always ‘Good enough to take you there.’ or ‘Not good enough to take you there.’ He adores the time when you're just sitting next to him, reading a book, or drawing, or whatever strikes your fancy that day as he toils away at his latest invention. He just enjoys…existing with you, even if no one is talking. Even mundane things like what he did that morning are things he finds he wants to share with you…he hears songs of love and happiness and his thoughts drift to you without even realizing until the song is over. If all of those things are things Charlie feels about Vaggie…then…

Fuck.

When did this even happen?! At what point did you turn from just a delightful part of his day to a required part of his day? How long has he had these feelings?! Why didn't he realize he had these feelings?!

Okay! No need to panic! He's been in love before. He can handle this. Right? He's the king of hell. Surely he can handle some feelings. He had been in love before!

…Except back then it had been completely obvious the feeling was reciprocated because they literally fell to hell together.

He's still panicking a little inwardly but…perhaps Charlie could help with some suggestions? He doesn't really know if he trusts anyone else to ask them that vulnerable of a question. To expose a weak point a sinner could gleefully take advantage of, to put you in harm's way. He also trusts you of course, but for obvious reasons he can't discuss that with you.

He realizes in his panicked internal monologue he's missed a good chunk of what Charlie has just said, and she realized it too, judging by the concerned look on her face.

“Dad? You in there?” She asks, leaning over him and waving a hand in front of his face to try and grab his attention, smiling when his eyes focused back on her.

"Whew! Thought I lost you there!" She laughs, shoulders relaxing now that he seems to be okay.

“Yes! I'm right here CharChar! Uh. Actually…now that I think about it I was wondering if I could ask you about something…” He trails off, taking her arm and beginning to walk to a more secluded area of the hotel to talk.

[suusoh]

mwehehehehehhhhhheheheh... ok .... so my submission would be...

“Oh, to be eaten alive by you?” Johan chuckles quite loudly. a genuine, sardonically genuine chuckle. “What a pleasant way to die.”

(This one was surprisingly softer than I expected lol. Hope you enjoy riribells! Thank you for sending the dialogue prompt!!)

(tw: cannibalism mention ofc lol, slight yandere? catholic joke at the end, other than that, nothing else surprisingly)

Of course.

Of course, those are the exact things that he would say tonight. Though you really should have known better, than to watch some show with him where cannibalism is the central point of the plot. This one's on you honestly.

"Can—" you take a deep breathe before you continue, "can we please just have one, one, peaceful movie night?"

Johan's sitting beside you on your sofa as both of you stay in for your annual friendly movie night, he's seated one space away from you, a small pillow acting as a barrier between you two. He always maintains that polite way of sitting when he comes over, like how one would sit when being a first time guest in a different home.

The only thing being that this is not in fact, his first time spending time with you here at your place. Numerous hang outs already happening within your humble abode, so maybe it's just your friend's general knack for good posture and deportment.

"Is there something wrong with what I've told you?"

He replies with a slight tilt to his head. You can't tell if it's from feigned or genuine confusion.

Your mouth just silently hangs open in a little 'o' shape. Thinking for a few seconds how you should even respond to that.

"Oh I don't know; the part where we're talking about cannibalism, the part where it's me specifically eating you, or the part where you find it a 'pleasant way to die' as you put it so nicely"

A small smile tugs on his lips.

He always smiles at you when seeing you react. Not in a way that's condescending (sometimes), but out of almost... genuine enjoyment. It didn't matter which approach you took.

Sarcastic or honest, nervous or nonchalant, bantering or silence. it was all the same to him: a front row view to you.

"I'm simply in topic. Are you telling me it's not normal, for people to discuss their thoughts and what they would do in the character's situation, while watching a show or movie?"

He's got you there you gotta admit. But still.

"Are we not even going to dissect your confession?"

"By all means." He nods.

His slight intrigue and the subtle excitement in his posture doesn't go unnoticed by you. You'll brush it off for now, another instance added to your growing personal collection of brushing off Johan's behaviour whenever he's acting kinda odd.

"...Actually, nevermind. I don't know where to begin with this. I'm just gonna not... talk... or think about it anymore."

You huff and lean back on the sofa again. His comment is out of pocket, sure, but you'll just let it go for now. Not really something worth making a big deal over. It's just another case of Johan being, well, Johan. And as he said, it's just harmless talk about what they're watching right now.

He watches you slump. He wants keep up this conversation, but he'll let you have your peace for now.

"Oh, alright then. Should I resume the show? We were— "

"— oh waaaaait wait wait wait a moment... did you say alive?"

You shoot up again. Eyes wide and brows furrowing. You know you look so cartoonishly shocked at him. You don't care. You are shocked. Why hide it?

"Hm, alive, yes. That's what I told you. Do you find this an issue?"

"You are alive in this theoretical cannibalism scenario with me. You are watching it unfold. You are breathing, you are conscious, you are awake, you are whatever else word similar with all those!"

Johan doesn't even move from his position. Still sitting and looking at you all politely. He is amused though.

"Should I not watch it all unfold? I'm sure it would be a pleasant sight..." his eyes look down and to the side as he revisits on some past thoughts. You see what almost looks like affection reflecting inside of it and you don't know how to feel about that. His eyes then return to you, holding his soft gaze with yours.

"I wouldn't mind. I'll even guide you through it."

"you'll... guide... me... through-"

you give up. You're done.

Exasperated groan leaving you as slump and deflate into the sofa . Mind too tired to fully talk about this right now. You grab the pillows near you and stack it around your head to aid in muffling out whatever word Johan says next.

You swear at this point, anything he says just gets progressively worse and worse. Baffling you more than cluing you in.

You enjoy the peace and darkness of your little soundproof world. There's bit of shifting on the sofa, then one by one, the pillows slowly move their way out of your face. He removes the last one, revealing you to the sight of Johan looking over you curiously.

"You know..." he puts the last pillow gently under the base of your head, "... all I'm saying is, just like the characters in the show, if there were truly no presence of food at all, absolutely nothing, and you were starving to the point of dying..."

He lightly pats your head.

"I think it would be a waste to not use my flesh for sustenance. There's nothing bad about it in the situation. Did you know that the people in the Andes mountain plane crash made a pact to their friends, that in the event one of them dies, they want their body to be consumed, in order for the others to keep on living?"

He smiles softly at that and something fills your chest with a slight warmth upon hearing his intentions. His explanation on the matter does make it seem a bit more pragmatic in a survival situation, not to mention it oddly has a sense of camaraderie to it.

"Well that's... very thoughtful of you then." You quirk a brow at him. Playful laugh almost bubbling out of your lips.

"Mhm. The reason I say 'alive'... well, I doubt you'd be able to do it without me instructing you. You'd be a blubbering crying mess while making all the wrong cuts, and I'd have bled out for nothing." He flicks your forehead.

"Hey!"

"Am I wrong?" he follows up by soothingly rubbing the spot where he flicked you.

"If just the mere thought of eating someone who willingly gives up their flesh for you to consume gets you this worried already... I wonder how you'll even be able to fare when you have to do the real thing."

You roll your eyes at him and swat his hand away.

"You're expecting me to act like that's the easiest thing on earth: eating the blood and body of a person you hold dear to you. I can't be normal about that, Johan!"

Johan can feel his finger twitch slightly. He stills himself impassive. How you effortlessly called him a person "dear" to you. Said with so little thought, and yet so undeniably genuine.

He thinks the notion odd, and nearly baseless. He's even sure at one point in his life he'd think you naive for that. But then again, he doesn't blame you. He does present himself as a friend to you... in fact, it's all he's ever been doing with you so far. Surprisingly. Also he did quite literally confess to letting you consume his flesh for your own benefit.

Not that he won't be getting his own benefits in that scenario.

With each bite you'll take, he gets to see parts of himself sustaining you, filling you, going inside of you and eventually being absorbed.

You'll swallow him, and he'd be so deeply ingrained by you at that point that you can't deny that he would be the blood running in your veins, he would be the branches in your lungs making you breathe, the ghost of him living within you, squeezing and squeezing your heart each second to pump it, as he lets you live another day.

He is inside of you;

mentally and physically.

Of course, the sight of you in tears and covered in his blood is just another adorably lovely cherry on top, but he won't tell you that. Saving all those intimate details for himself, preferably when he's alone.

...eating the blood and body of a person you hold dear. I can't be normal about that, Johan!

He chuckles softly. Patting your head again.

"Well, you obviously haven't seen Catholics. If they can do it, so can you."

[zeroclockk]

— ⋆˙⟡ Love Your Feeling (JJK) || Chapter one

- Cat Fights ₊˚⊹♡

"We're going to a party!" Minnie told us. "DO YOU KNOW WHO'S GONNA BE THERE?" "Yeah, yeah. Your future husband blah blah i know" she responded

Pair: jjk x femOC, college students, best friends

Word count: 6.6k

masterlist || taglist

!Friends to Lovers, Protective Brother, Secret Dating, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Mature content, Dysfunctional Family, Fluff, Smut, Mentions of Alcoholism and Abuse

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"Time's up, pens down"

Alright, I actually butchered that test. I mean it's not like I'm a grade A student, plus maths is.. overrated, fucked up. Who cares? Not me.

I pick up my backpack from the ground and walk over to the teacher's desk to hand in my test. No expression on my face as I walk past his desk, to the exit of the class room. Please don't call my name, please just let me go-

"Nayun!" I sigh loudly. Turn around in my tracks, and walk back. "Yes sir?" I try to sound as politely as possible, whilst giving him a faint little smile.

"Sit down for a second please" he points at the desk that's closest to his, I sit down in that very seat.

"Your grades haven't been the best in weeks, is everything okay at home?" I hate it when teachers act all concerned, maybe teach a little better? Maybe that'd help.

"Yeah I know. I've been great, maths just isn't my strongest subject" I say trying to keep my posture straight, looking down at my finger nails.

"Could you spare me 5 minutes of your time whilst I grade your paper right now?" I look back up, eyebrows raised. I wanna sigh so loudly, I need to stay respectful though. Why now? All this does, is take time off my precious, little, lunch.

"Yeah that's alright" I respond, as he reverts his focus on my test paper.

*bzz*

I grab my phone

JK: yo where you at?

Me: Mr. Kangs classroom, maths. Meet me there.

I immediately put my phone back again, and wait. Look around the room. There's not a lot to it. I remember at my old school, the teachers had their designated classrooms as well. They'd decorate it in whatever subject they were teaching.

This school? Not so much.

"So.. miss Min" he starts, putting his pen down. He places his elbows on the table, hands intertwined with each other, leaning his chin on top of it.

All I can do, is patiently await on what he has to say. I could give fuck all on maths, but Mr. Kang is scary.

"If you keep scoring this low, you won't pass next year. You got a 37% today." He says. Please just, get me out of here.

"I'll see if I can arrange something regarding my grade, i apologize." I get up from my seat, and leave the classroom. Give me 1 reason not to smash this man's car right now. 'Everything okay at home?' Yappa yappa, fuck this honestly.

I continue down the hallway, until I spot Jungkook. "How'd your test go?" Jungkook asks me. Jungkook has been my best friend since 7th grade, we grew very close over the years. "What do you think?"

"Not well?" He asks me again

"I didn't even get to the last question" I tell him, which makes him laugh. Bitch.

"HEY NAYUN HOW'D YOUR-"

"Sshh don't ask" Jungkook interrupts Nabi who spotted us walking in the hallway.

"oh- okay well... Jia is watching the football practice, wanna go sit with her?" She asks.

"Anything that takes my mind off of that stupid test is fine with me" I answer.

I really don't mind the fact that I didn't do well, it's the fact that he had to bring up my home situation. I'll tell him it's fine, of course. But one suspicion and I'll be sent to the counselor, again. I've done my story many times, over and over again.

"Why's she watching the football practice?" Jungkook asks Nabi. "Better question, why aren't you watching with her?" I say. Jungkook looks at me with a confused face, poor boy is not being led in on any of the tea.

"HEY! I'm not that desperate okay" Nabi responds, looking down at the ground. "You're saying that as if we're not heading over to practice right this second" I laugh.

She's not going to appreciate that comeback. I look over to her side, and as guessed she's looking at me very annoyed. Jungkook still doesn't know what we're on about, as we continue down the hall.

Football practice takes place at the back of the building, on the big field. It's really not that interesting, just some dudes kicking a ball around. But, I'm afraid to admit I'm quite excited as well. Taehyung is on the team, schools most popular boy. I would get killed if I admitted to finding him let's say... a little intriguing.

Nabi quietly runs over to Jia as soon as she's in sight, and sits next to her. Theyre probably gossiping about the reason why they're here in the first place.

"What are they on?" Jungkook asks me. He's so clueless, it's funny. I giggle a little, and tell him.

"Take a guess Jungkook, we're at a FOOTBALL practice.. full of BOYS" I make sure to pronounce the important clues to that sentence slowly, so that hopefully he'll catch on.

"Ew.. Do I really have to go with you guys? I didn't imagine my lunchtime to be spent watching a bunch of sweaty guys play football"

"Hey don't leave me alone in this, Don't you think there are things id rather be doing than this?" I lie, I might enjoy doing this for my lunch break.

I intertwine my arm with his making him stay put on the bleachers. "Well, why don't we just take a run for it and spend lunch doing more fun things?" Jungkook says.

"We could but.. We're already here, I think they might want us here. I don't see Minnie either so." Even if I wanted to spent my lunch with Jungkook. I gotta say that I'm pretty lazy as well. Jungkook and I walk over to the two girls sitting on the bleachers, giggling trying to look their best. And I can tell you, it's working.

"Hiii!" Jia greets me. I quickly hug her and sit next to her. "So who are we looking at" Jungkook asks.

"You told him?!" Jia snaps her head at me, jaw dropped. "I mean why else would we be here? I can't lie to him you know that" Honestly I just wanted to gossip with him, I can lie to that boy all I want.

"You dirty-" She switches her gaze from me to Jungkook, and squints her eyes.

"We're not looking at anyone" and looks back at the field.

Jungkook and I look at each other, bursting into laughter. "As if we're gonna believe that" I say.

"Yeah seriously tell us, who are we looking at" Jungkook asks.

Jia is seriously getting pissed, but she isn't gonna get Jungkook to believe we're just sitting here because of the fresh air or something.

Nabi chimes in smiling "You see number 5? She totally got a crush on Him" She tells Jungkook

"HEY! NO NO, LET'S TALK ABOUT NUMBER 11 INSTEAD" Jia says pointing at the field where number 11 and 5 are standing, doing pretty much nothing.

"WHAT?! NO NO, We don't have to number 11 is pretty much irrelevant" Nabi nervously laughs leaning over Jia, pushing her arms away.

The two boys notice the fuss from behind them and they look at all of us, Nabi and Jia quickly sit back down smiling softly as if they weren't fighting just now.

"Anyways where's Minnie?" I ask both of the girls.

"She's skipping school to go out with some mystery boy" Jia answers. "Hold up what??" Nabi and I both say confused that one of us is going out.

"Yeah I have no idea, she's seeing some guy but I'm not allowed to know who" Jia informs us. That makes one of us to actually get some dick, congrats.

"Do you know anything about this guy?" Nabi asks.

"Nope, I have a feeling he goes to this school but I got no clues whatsoever. It was difficult finding out she was hanging out with a boy in the first place" Jia tells her.

Usually, I'm not really that curious of a person. I think I should leave people and their businesses alone but when it comes to my best friends? Yeah, I'd definitely wanna know. Minnie is hanging out with a guy, possibly from school? Why didn't she tell us? Is this guy hot? Is he good to her?

Anyways.. when is it my turn, I'm seriously getting tired. 19 years, and all I've gotten is guys just looking for a little fling. It's frustrating thinking ur about to settle with someone, just to hear they don't want anything serious.

"Omg Nayun, look that guy is totally looking at you!" Nabi says which snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Huh, what?" I say redirecting my attention to her. "Number 1, he's totally looking at you" Nabi says again.

I look over at the field to find number 1 looking our way. Number 1 aka THE Kim Taehyung. He's 20 years old, 178cm tall. He's honestly so handsome, to have him looking at me sounds quite, unreal to say the least. I don't crush on people an often but, Taehyung has definitely been an exception recently.

"Ew no he's probably just checking out Jungkook" I say to get the awkwardness off of me.

"Oh my god yes please" Jungkook says before biting his lip softly, waving at the guy looking at us. Everyone bursts into laughter. Why is he like this, I can't with this dude.

"What do you guys have for your next class?" I ask.

"We're free" Nabi says referring to Jia and her while swinging her arm around Jia's  neck.

"Are you kidding me? How?" I ask.

"Wednesdays are short for us and our economics teacher is sick." Jia answers.

"Ugh, jealous. Jungkook what about you?" I look over to his side. "I got English next, after that I got art, and then I'm done" he replies.

"Is art a two hour class for you?" I ask. "Yeah, I finish at 3 pm" he says. "Great! wanna take the bus home together?" I ask him. I seriously do not want to ride home alone today.

I don't know what it is but one day I just don't want to go on my own, and the other I'd wish I was the only person taking that bus. "Sure I'll wait at your locker" he says.

"Wait, you guys really spent your time watching these sweaty guys? Like as in your free time? Voluntarily?" Jungkook asks Nabi and Jia. "The situation still isn't very clear to you now is it Jungkook?" I ask him.

"No, please do explain" he answers.

Seriously this dude does not catch on for the life of me, sometimes it gets really annoying but it isn't his fault.

"Okay so Nabi has this thing for number 11 Park Jimin, and Jia has this thing for number 5 Kim Jongin, they call him Kai" I explain

"Ohh so Nabi wasnt kidding" He says.

"No she was full on exposing Nabi" i laugh. "Wait, Kai's real name is Jongin?"

"Yeah I didn't know either, no clue where it comes from" Kai sounds better anyways so who really cares?

"This is boring me already"

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My last class felt like it was never going to end, I've never been so bored in my entire life. I walk to my locker, to grab my stuff. Jungkook is already leaning against it. Legs crossed, phone in hand. At first sight, he looks like he'd be one of the popular ones.

He changed his look a lot, over the years. Going from this baby faced little boy, with a bowl cut. To a well mannered guy that goes to the gym, grown out hair, and great sense of fashion.

I try to stay as silent as possible in attempt to scare him, but I fail. He's spot me already, tucking his phone in his pocket. "Sup. You wanna grab something to eat first before going home?" He asks me.

"Omg can we please go to Bunny Bites?" I answer, opening my locker to grab my stuff. He agrees with me.

Bunny bites is, despite its name. A really cute cat cafe, downtown. Not many people know of it, since it's quite tucked away. The people who do know, like to gate keep the place.

The place is so, pinterest worthy. The moment it gets known to the public, there'd be a waitlist just to sit there. We walk next to each other on the way out of the school building. Not really known what to talk about i just decided to stay silent. Our silences are never awkward so thats positive.

The amounts of times we've gone to Bunny Bites, has become countless. Definitely a hidden gem, between our friend group. Taking the bus there doesn't need a lot of thinking, as it just goes automatically at this point.

As we're walking through the hallway, I wonder if we'd be able to spot Minnie's, 'hot' new boyfriend.

"Do you have any idea who Minnie's new boyfriend might be?" I ask looking at him. "Pfft, you really think I'd know?"

"Well I don't know maybe you know people who like saw them together or whatever.. it wouldn't be impossible you know" I say looking back at the ground. "What's she into?" He asks, making me look up at his face. "What?"

"like what does she look for in guys? maybe we can spot someone who fits her standards" he says waiting for my answer, looking around the hallway.

"Oh!.. Well, I don't know... old?" I answer him.

"OLD? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?" He says, very confused about what I just told him.

I laugh at him for not understanding the joke, his reactions can be priceless when he doesn't know what's going on. "Don't worry it's a joke" I reassure him.

"Dang I for real thought she wanted to get her love interests out of a retirement home or something" he says while holding the straightest face ever as if he's being really serious about this.

"A RETIREMENT HOME BYE~" I say not being able to hold in my laughter. "YEAH WELL HOW WOULD I KNOW?" He yells. I laugh so hard my knees give in and i somewhat fall to the ground. "Let's just get to the bus" i say wiping my tears of laughter, away from my face.

Jungkook opens the door to the exit of the school, holding it open for me. Swinging his arm to the opening, signing for me to go first.

"There you go 'm lady" he says. Bowing his head down a little, talking in a proper accent. "Why thank you, kind sir." I respond. Bending my leg a little, with the other one crossing behind it. Holding up my imaginary dress, as I also bow down my head.

The bus station is right outside the school, and is already waiting there. I sit down, at the window side of the bus. Holding my backpack on my lap, arms across the front of it. Jungkook sits next to me, on the aisle seat.

He grabs his phone and a set of earphones, out of the front pocket of his backpack. Then places the bag on the ground between his legs, before he offers me one earpiece. As I put the earphone in, he puts the other one in his. "What do you want to listen to?" Jungkook asks me, offering me the phone.

"You choose" I tell him, not wanting to take the time to come up with something i'd want to listen to. Omg no... I realize what he's put on as soon as I hear the first note. This man will not shut up about "Justin Bieber" and of course, he's put that on.

I sigh as I think to myself that I should've just chosen something myself, anything would've been better than Justin Bieber. "Give me that phone" I say holding out my hand, gesturing for him to give me the phone but he doesn't.

"No you told me to choose so... your bad" He says.

Oh my lord this man.

I just close my eyes, and rest my head on the window of the bus. Not registering any of the music that's blasting into my ear. I feel a tap on my knee and I open my eyes looking at jungkook. "We're here" he says with a soft smile.

I didn't even notice time pass as Jungkook rips the earphone from my ear and puts it in his backpack before standing up,

"Ow!" I exclaim, reaching for my ear with my hand. "Careful next time" he doesn't care, and just checks out. I stand up and follow him outside of the bus.

It's a small 2 minute walk, from the bus to the cafe. It's in this small alleyway, you could call it a shopping alley. It's small independent shops, owned by the people who live above the shop. They've decorated the street, with nice little lights and flowers.

Bunny bites in particular, has awning stripes in baby pink and white. The door and window frames, have also been painted in the same baby pink. The inside has been furnished with, whites and a light wooded color.

As you enter the cafe. You're expected to take your shoes off, and wash your hands. Then you go through the second door, and sit down. So we do just that.

The owners are nice, it's a mother with her daughter that takes care of the place. They make the best pastries, and breakfast meals. The place is fairly small, as it isn't really popular. There's about 4 tables, and a sofa.

"I think I'm gonna order the pancake with strawberries and chocolate" I say as I greet the cats. Jungkook says hi to the one of the cats aswell. "Imma get one too"

I haven't spotted my favorite cat yet. His names Coco, and he's the absolute sweetest. He's got white fur, with big dark brown spots, and some orange spots. A big fluffy calico cat.

We greet the elder woman, as she walks towards us. "What can I get you sweeties today?" She smiles.

"I'm craving one of your delicious Japanese pancakes, with banana and honey topping" Jungkook says, before the woman looks at me.

"For me a pancake aswell, but with strawberry and chocolate topping" standing up from the ground, sitting at one of the round tables.

"Sorry, could I ask where Coco is?" I ask the woman. "Ah he hasn't come to you yet?" She asks, and I shake my head.

"Hold on, I think he slipped upstairs" She turns around. Walks to the door that separates the cafe from their home, as she calls for him.

Not even 10 seconds later, he's walking through the doorway. As soon as Coco spots me, he's meowing like crazy sprinting at me. He jumps up on my lap, and reaches with his head for my cheek. I'm just as excited to see him, as he is to see me.

It's that my mother doesn't allow cats, otherwise I would've snatched this one away. "Why is it always you that gets the animals attention" Jungkook says, shaking his head playfully. "He just loves me I can't help it"

In the mean time, the woman's has started to make our pancakes. I'm not even that hungry, but I've always got room for some of her pancakes. "You should see if you could adopt him"

"I wish, mom wouldn't allow it tho" I answer between my baby talk to coco, as I pet his head. His little paws are stretched right underneath my collarbones, back legs stretched out on my thighs.

It doesn't take long for our food to arrive, serving us our pancakes and 2 smoothies. "It's on the house" She tells us. Both Jungkook and I tell her off.

"Ma'am we couldn't" He says. "Yeah no we'll pay for it, tip even. It's not a problem"

"You guys are young, save your money okay. Let me treat you this meal. You've came in regularly, and always been so nice. See this as a thank you" She smiles. Jungkook and I are silent, we don't know what to answer. She already returns to her kitchens, so I guess it's a free lunch.

I put Coco back on the ground, and grab my phone out of the pocket of my skirt. Our school was very thoughtful, while making these school uniforms. I have pockets in my skirt, the uniform isn't ugly either. I'm gonna be honest, I quite like my school uniform.

I open my phone as I see an incoming snap from Minnie. I open the picture she sent me but it's so blurry it takes time to actually realize what's been captured. I examine the picture thoroughly, and turn it around for Jungkook to see.

"Look Minnie sent me a snap, I think it happened on accident" I show him the picture and he's immediately invested in it. "That's totally some boys hair over there" he says as he points to the corner of the screen examining the picture as well.

"What?" I answer. I didn't see it. I couldn't make anything out of that picture for the life of me, but as I look closely at the top corner of the picture, I notice what Jungkook had just pointed out. and he is right.

"So he has black hair then!" I say excitedly looking up at him. "I'm telling you we'll find out who he is, we just gotta play detective carefully" He says.

"We'll see, I don't understand why she's not telling us like- it's not like I'll tell the whole school, I bet he isn't ugly either so nobody will make fun of her. I just don't understand" I tell him taking my food from the tray and placing it in front of me.

"You? Not telling the whole school?" He says doubtingly. "HEY! Don't do me like that I can keep a secret okay" I say in defense. "Sure whatever you say" he laughs. I ignore his comment and just start eating.

The pancake is to die for, I wish I could eat this every single day. She drizzles melted chocolate over the freshly cut strawberries, that are placed on top of the fluffy pancake. And it doesn't take long to finish it, either. By the time I'm completely done, I remember that I was supposed to tutor today.

Usually I tutor on Mondays, but since they won't be home they asked me to come a few days early. I hastily check the time to see it's 4.35pm already, I was supposed to be there at 5.

"Omg. Jungkook I'm so sorry gotta go, I'm gonna be late!" I say. I stand up from my chair and pet Coco one last time to say goodbye. Of course I thank the lady for our food, and kindness. "What? where?" he asks confused standing up as well.

"I have to tutor today but I forgot" How could I forget ugh my stupid brain. "Where is it ill take the bus with you"

"Ahh it's somewhere near Gongdeog station I gotta be there in 25" I say

"Don't worry well make it it's not too far from here" he says. He grabs his backpack aswell, thanks the lady just like I did. And just like that we rush out of the cafe.

It's getting on my nerves as I'm rushing late. it's nice of Jungkook to go with me, it takes my mind off of things a bit. I'm still stressed about the whole situation, how could I be so stupid to forget? Luckily we make it in time by just 1 minute.

"You really didn't have to come all the way to the front door with me Jungkook, thank you for coming with me tho" I say to him, out of breath from running from the bus stop to the front door. "It's fine don't worry about it yun" he says catching his breath.

"Quick go in, you'll be late" Gesturing for me to go up to the house. "Thanks again, I'll see you later" I say turning to the front door and ringing the doorbell.

I look behind me to see Jungkook has left already and look back to the front door as the child's mother opens the door.

"Hi sorry i'm late it won't happen again I promise" i apologize to his mother, as she kindly smiles at me.

"Oh don't worry about it. Jaewoo is running late as well, his dad is picking him up from taekwondo class" she says

"How about a cup of tea?" she asks letting me into her home.I take off my shoes, and hang my blazer and backpack on the coat hanger. Before I walk to the kitchen, where she's standing.

"Sure, tea sounds good! do you have lemon tea by chance?" I ask, as I sit down at the dining table.

"yes I do, how was school today?" she grabs two cups from the cabinet above her, and places them on the counter. turning on the kettle that's standing next to the stove. "Ah, it was okay I guess. I had a test today but i'm afraid i didn't do all too well." I tell her. Maybe as a tutor, I shouldn't be telling her I didn't do well on my test.

"I'm sure you did fine. Youre good in most subjects Nothing to worry about." She says. Filling the cups with hot water, and putting the bags in it. She places them on the table in front of me, returning to the kitchen to get some honey and sugar. She takes a seat opposite of me, wrapping her hands around her mug before she looks at me disappointed.

"He's been having problems at school again" she suddenly says. "What? again?"Jaewoo has his issues. He's not been getting good grades, and has been acting very aggressive towards his classmates. It might be the age i don't know.

He's just turned 12 years old, and his dad is pretty much out of the picture. He occasionally brings him to his taekwondo classes whenever his mother isn't up for it.

She's been having a rough patch, she's still holding up strong. she found out her husband was having an affair, and since then everything just fell apart. The only moment when Jaewoo isn't in a mood, is when he's with his father. but he doesn't want to take responsibility, and care for his son. Occationally he picks him up, but it's rare. Poor kid.

She sighs loudly.

"Yeah.. you know he looks for fights, this one was different. He usually just yells at some kid but, I don't know."

"What did he do? Did something bad happen?"

"He beat a kid up. The poor kid is in the hospital right now, checked up on. Luckily he seems to be doing well. What if Jaewoo is an actual danger to the kids of his school?" I feel worry all through my body. i might sound careless talking about Jaewoo, and i might not mention him a lot, but i really do care about him.

"ill take him to lotte world some day!" why did i suggest that..? i dont have the money to pay for that?! what did i get myself into.. "You'd do that? i think he'd love to! you know he loves you.."

I've been involved in their family for a while now, i used to babysit little Jaewoo and now im tutoring him atleast once a week. I'd say i know their family more than i know my own. "Yeah no ofcourse!" I tell her.

And just as i say that the door opens and slams shut loudly, until we hear heavy footsteps going to the first floor. "I'll go talk to him" i say. His mother is very chill, shes such a sweet woman. she just cares about him and his education a lot.

I stand up from my chair and walk upstairs, walking into his room without hesitating. "Oh my god Jaewoo, you'll never guess what happened at school today."

"what?" he says more than annoyed, not even looking at me. Sitting on his bed, back to the door. "So we had talent day right? and these two guys started dancing and singing infront of the whole school but then! omg no never mind.." i say laughing at my own made up story.

"what happened?" he says with a soft voice looking up at me. i sit down next to him on his bed, and continue my story. "Soo.. These two guys were performing right, dancing. haha it was so funny to see, But then! one of these dudes decides to do a cartwheel. which, he did it very badly. but as soon as he landed.. HIS TROUSERS FELL OFF" i tell him, laughing at my own imagination. Trying to get him to warm up too, which works.

He doesnt laugh but i can see the smallest smile forming on his lips. "Wanna tell me about your day?" i ask. The faint smile that i saw on his face, faded again. I can tell something is bothering him. he shruggs and looks away. now unable to see his face i sigh, putting a hand on his shoulder

"Come on.." i say with a soft smile.

"I got into a fight with someone today.." He says. i can tell hes disappointed just by the way he said it. ive known him for about his whole life, he feels like a little brother to me. i cant help but feel worried.

Because of my school and homework, i started to drift away from their family. before that, i used to be here nearly every day. Whenever i'd have issues in my own home, i'd be welcomed here with open arms. "What happened?" i ask, but he does not seem to open up. "i wont tell mum i promise" and thats the point where he breaks. He starts crying. I can't remember the last time ive seen him cry like that.

He turns around on his bed facing me, hands covering is face. I immediately go to wrap my arms around him. i feel bad, it hurts my heart to see him cry like that.

Theres no words coming out of his mouth, only the sound of him crying being audible. He's pressed against me, as i hug hi. resting my chin on his head. "I bet they were very stupid werent they?" and i can feel him nod as i ask that.

"I don't really want to talk about it." He said.

"That's fine Jae" I said, as I took his shoulders and moved him away from me. I wipe his tears away, as he looks up at me with his big puppy eyes.

"Cmon.. your mother expects us to do homework" I nudge my head to his doorway, gesturing for us to go downstairs. We both stand up, making sure his cheeks are dry and his eyes are normal again. We both know his mother will worry if she finds out he's crying, about what ever is happening. She didn't notice. I helped him with his maths and English, then had dinner at their place.

Jaewoo's mother, Eunso. Can cook like crazy, today she's made a once delicious japchae again. My mother doesn't really cook often, it was usually just me behind the stove. Past few years she's been trying to pick it up again, but she kinda sucks at it.

It's crazy to think, actually. In a normal household, the mother's cooking is what makes you feel like a kid even until your old age. It's what reminds you of her, of your childhood. It gives you this warm feeling inside, this piece of comfort. The comfort I get from Eunso, for example.

Though I love it here, every night has to come to an end. Can't stay over as much as I used too since we're all getting older. I don't blame her for it though! It's me dealing with my life, not her.

I walk out of the house, and check my phone.10.45 am. Actually kill me right now.

The ride home isn't that long, it's just uncomfortable. Late at night as a girl, on a bus. Lots can happen.

I wait for my bus and sit down as usual. get home 35 minutes later, and walk into my house.

My brother used to get mad at me, for staying out for that long. My mother has gotten used to it now, can't exactly say the same for my brother tho.

I walk in and mum is passed out on the couch as usual, tv still on.

I turn off the tv, immediately removing all noise from the apartment. Try to find a blanket in the dark, and put it over her.

Its quiet. I investigate the house, living room, kitchen, my brothers room. He's not home I think. I shouldn't let that worry me. He's older, he can do whatever he wants.

Take my makeup off and just decide it's best for me to rest. Too tired to do my skincare, properly. I grab the first moisturizer I could find, and just lather some on my face. Put on my pajamas, and get in bed.

"NINI!" I see as I check my phone. It's cold. I barely want to text, just because the cold is able to hit my arms like that.

The text is from Jia. She usually stays up late, so it doesn't surprise me that she's probably wide awake.

Me: What's up!!

Jia: GUESS WHAT!!

Me: WHAT HAPPENED!?

Jia: KAI JUST FOLLOWED ME !!!

Me: WHAT?! HOLD ON

I go to my own Instagram, seeing I had gotten a notification earlier this evening.I click on the heart formed button at the top, just to see the that most popular boy of school followed me.

@KimTaeH has followed you

Oh. My. God. Immediately I think to myself.

'What if Jimin followed Nabi aswell?'

Quickly clicking on the follow back button, I navigate to the search bar. Going to Nabi's account, onto her followers list. Lo and behold, Jimin indeed is the last person that followed her.

Cocktail crew

Me: GUYS GUYS. Me: THE BOYS FOLLOWED US!

Nabi: WHO???

Jia: CHECK YOUR INSTA GIRL

Me: NABS JIMIN FOLLOWED U!

Nabi: WJAT!?

Me: YEAH, TAEHYUNG FOLLOWED ME AND KAI FOLLOWED GIGI

Jia: He's so in love with me

Nabi: LOL SAME GIRL

Jia: I MEAN.. I CANT BLAME HIM IM IRRESISTIBLE

Me: TRUEEEE!!

Jia: Wait, Nini why are you still awake?

Nabi: yeah now that you mention it, it's late for your doing

Me: I got home like 20ish minutes ago.

Nabi: ah, that explains a lot

Minnie: HEY BABES!!

Me: MIN!!!

Jia: GIRL WEVE MISSED U

Nabi: MIN HRU 😏😏

Minnie: oh shut it nabs

Nabi: OH JUST TELL US ALREADY!!!!

Jia: Yeah min don't you think us, totally awesome, pretty and amazing, gorgeous girls deserve to know? 🥺🥺

Minnie: first of all, No. Second of all, Were going to a party 🤗

Jia: WHOSE??? WHEN??

You might say that Jia likes her parties, might.. Jia is probably the most unreal girl, I've ever met in my entire life.

Jia is gorgeous, outgoing, a social butterfly and.. to top it off, she started social media about 4 years ago.

Not in a normal way, posting a few tiktoks and sharing stuff on Instagram.

No.

Over the past 4 years, she's gathered around 4,7M followers on tiktok.2.3M on youtube and around 986K on instagram.

She's worked hard for it. posting high quality vlogs on YouTube, even if they didn't reach an audience. And it definitely payed off in the end.

I couldn't think of a better person to be in the position that she is in, one I know personally of course. I met her at school, when I was around 15.

I was In the bathroom, and had randomly gotten my period. Clearly panicked I ran out to, spot another girl. Jia just so happened to be there. Not having anything with her, she ran to the store and bought me some.

We exchanged numbers, since I didn't have many friends.

Jia and Nabi were kinda a package deal.

Been basically attached to the hip since birth. And Minnie?.. yeah, I don't know how she spawned in. I wouldn't trade them for any other friend group though.

Minnie: I think it's a party at the football teams house

Jia: .. when is this gonna.. take place?

Minnie: tomorrow!

Jia: I'm going to drag Nabi out of bed, to come and personally kill you min.

Me: oh oh

Nabi: I'd rather die than go to that party.. Nabi: okay no I'm kidding, I'm actually quite excited.

Jia: you're both coming over to Nabs and mine, im planning your outfits.

Minnie: do I have to?..

Jia: yes, this is your punishment for telling me this late. You know who's gonna be there!??

Minnie: yeah yeah I know, your future husband blah blah. what time do you want me there?

Jia: What time does it start?

Minnie: Like 10 there, at their house.

Jia: I'm expecting you guys at 6.30, love ya 🥰

Me: Night babes, see ya tomorrow🩷

And I close my phone, put it beside my on charge. I'm tired, my brother still hasn't come home so.. I don't really know if I should wait for him to come home or just sleep.

And as if the universe can hear my thoughts, I can hear the front door open. I rush out of bed to walk to the living room.

"Where have you been?" I say as he turns on the lights. His face is red and blue, blood running from his cheek. "Omg are you okay?!" I say instantly worried.

"I'm fine" he says sternly

I rush over to him, to inspect his wounds. He throws his jacket over the chair, that's right beside the sofa. We look over to mom, still fast asleep. Beer bottles gathered on the ground, he sighs. He walks past me towards the bathroom, and I follow. "Who did this" I say.

"No one"

"So what you just randomly got this" He grabs a towel, to clean up. I rip it out of his hands, wetting it before facing him. He doesn't answer me.

"Who did this" I ask again, raising my voice a little.

"NOBODY DID NAYUN" he yells. I flinch at his reaction. "Yoongi.."

"Sorry"

Now we’re both stay silent, he's come home beat up a few times before. Not enough for it to be regular, but enough for me to know how to take care of the injuries. And that's just what I do.

The cut on his cheek is pretty deep, using alcohol and butterfly bandaids to disinfect and plaster it. "Does it hurt?" He stays silent, so I just look at him.

"It's okay, thank you" is all he answers, before he walks past me and disappears in his room. I'm left with the clean up, I'm worried for him. I knock on his door. "Have you eaten yet" I say softly "Go to bed Nayun "

I feel sad, I care a lot for him. To see him physically hurt like that, hurts me too. And when I ask, all he does is shut me out. If I were to come home beaten up, he would not stop asking until he hears a name. Then leave and probably kill that person. But when I'm the one asking? I just get told to shut up.

Though I do listen, listen to his command.

Return to my own room, and call it a day.

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[sunny-haven]

One of my most favorite subjects is a complete brat, but the type who is super easy for me to put under and offers no resistance whatsoever. He will constantly do things like say that I'm not actually able to control him, that I'm a pervert. He'll roll his eyes at my teasing when I tell that I could easily change his mind with a simple snap, or if he lets something slip that reveals how he really feels (usually a fantasy he has of me), he'll deny he said it or deny that he really meant it or say that I influenced him to say it, etc. For a while, I've had him feel like a kobold and he's really latched onto that, constantly saying how he's "wild" and "dangerous" and "uncontrollable" and also try to compare me to being small and weak... and it's as silly as a kobold telling a dragon she's small and weak would be.

I don't think any other subject I have acts like this and I fucking love it, because when I do find the time to put him under, I can do it with just a snap. Oftentimes he'll say something like "I'm not a toy you can just use whenever you want" and have him say the opposite: "I'm a toy you can use whenever you want." (It almost always changes his mood to be more subby whenever I do so as well, and he doesn't realize I made him say that.) He's also one of the sluttiest and most eager-to-please subjects I've met while under, often saying lots of really hot things about how eager he is to serve his goddess and how much I control him, all unprompted. I love it so much.

I actually just finished using him in his workplace (via text because he's all the way in Australia lmao), which is something we've discussed beforehand (because of how often I would end up teasing him at work). One of my favorite bits was that I told him outside of trance that I was gonna tell him to kneel, and when he did he'd drop, etc., and he responded with "you can't just program me just by talking to me." To which I just responded with "Kneel," and he dropped immediately~ He also asked me how long I was able to do that to him despite us being in a hypnosis relationship (admittedly an on and off one) for years, which was funny. ^w^

The time zone difference is probably the only thing that really sucks about doing hypnosis with him, because by the time I'm awake, he's about to go to bed/is in bed, and vice versa. So there are few moments we're able to chat for longer than a couple of minutes. But even still, he's one of my favorites <3

[d0g-water]

Finding out you are pregnant and you are worried what Quackity's reaction was gonna be. But it ended up being wholesome

things got a little too intimate with alexis the other night...

honestly, you were being reckless. you didn't think about what'd happen if he filled you up after such a good fuck, your mind was too sex-hazed.

here you are, weeks later, flushing down your third round of throwing up, with a positive pregnancy test by your side-- only making things worse.

oh god, how would you tell him? you're both so young... you're in the middle of university, while he just graduated with an uprise in his career.

you might have to get rid of it... but you don't want to.

you and alex became one, you two loved each other so much something blossomed.

your tears drop onto the floor, as your phone is vibrating endlessly on the bathroom counter. you know it's alex wanting to know what's wrong...

he's your boyfriend, you have to tell him, even if it ruins the relationship...

you call him to come over, telling him you need to talk to him.

stuff like that scares him, so he's probably worried that you're going to abandon him like everyone else does, when it's the other way around.

he's going to leave you.

he's going to tell you that the baby isn't his.

he's going to tell you that he doesn't love you anymore.

it's going to be difficult raising a major part of him, but you'll manage somehow...

you hold your breath, your thoughts all organized and you know what to do, as he enters your house.

"hey, is everything okay, my love?" he asks, kissing your cheek as an arm wraps around you...

this feels different, you're not sure if he can feel it.

you respond with a hum, avoiding eye-contact him- you can't look at him. you'll cry.

as desperate as you are to see his pretty face, you don't want it to be the last thing you see when he leaves your life.

"you know you can tell me anything, right?" he says lowly, his soft lips running against your skin, trying to get the words out of you.

a deep sigh leaves your system, knowing you have to take this risk or else you'll regret it more than actually telling him... you have to let him go, so you dig into the pocket of your hoodie, curling your fingers to hide the test, your hands moving to hold the sleeves of his shirt.

his movement stops, and he senses that you're hiding a really big secret from him.

he doesn't speak, seems like he's listening to you, even if it's just you breathing.

"i'm pregnant, alex."

your body goes cold, acting like you were him being told this for a second. you can't help but look at his face, breaking earlier's promise that his face won't be the last thing you see when he leaves. you can't help it. he's going to leave.

his eyes widen, mouth agape, and...

his face is pink.

"really?" his voice whispering, with his lips stretching... he's smiling.

you reply to him, "yes.."

is this a good reaction??? or???

"oh my fucking god." his smile only grows bigger, pulling away from you and forcefully opening your hand to take the test from you. he looks at it with the happiest face you've seen from him.

"no fucking way," he looks at you with shiny teeth and squinted glistening eyes, "we're going to be parents." he covers his face with his hand, giving the test back to you... he looks like he's about to cry.

you smile back at him, bringing him into a tight hug, hearing an "i love you so fucking much." come out of him.

"i love you so much, we're going to raise a child and.. get married.. dance at our wedding holding it." alex fantasizes outloud, his nose snuggling deeply into your shoulder.

you're filled with so much emotion, and you truly don't know how to feel. you're speechless, all you can say is "of course."

it's a promise...

you two are doing this together.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...(2)

To Build Cathedrals

Robert Fischer x reader, Arthur x reader (if you squint)

description - You leave your dad to go look for a new architect as you and Arthur set up the workspace. But your mind is plagued with dreams of its own.

word count - 2.7k (ooo we're getting bigger)

warnings - allusions to sexual assault, mentions of death, allusion to child abuse

a/n - This chapter looks more into how y/n's mind is shaped much like her father's and we also see a hint of Arthur and y/n's relationship (and yes it is weird that she sees him as her uncle). I've realised this is gonna be a slow burn for Robert x reader because of the chronology of the inception plot I'm trying to follow; I promise it'll be worth it!

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Dad and I stood as statues outside the university. It all felt so familiar from my youth but when I walked through, I felt as absent as a stranger.

“He’ll want to see you.”

“I’ll leave the conversation to you. He doesn’t want to see me.”

“That’s not true.”

“I know what he thinks of me. You didn’t have a choice, I did. In his eyes, I chose wrong.”

Dad let his arm rest on my shoulder in a silent act of comfort. I sucked back the tears, so he thought I was okay. The reality was I wanted nothing more than to run in there and jump into my grandads arms. But I couldn’t, in good fait,h knowing he thought of me as the girl who abandoned her siblings for no life at all.

I wiped away a rogue tear.

“Anyways, Arthur needs me to help him set up. But I’ll be waiting at the warehouse, okay. And I promise I won’t leave to go anywhere without Arthur.” I raised my hand to cup his cheek, so he felt the sincerity of my words. I went to leave my father to his search.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find someone as good as you were.”

Without turning back, I shouted. “Find someone better!”

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*Cobb’s pov*

“You never did like your office.” Dad raised his head surprised to hear my voice, even more shocked to see my body.

“No space to think in that broom cupboard.” He quipped. “Is it safe for you to be here? Where’s y/n?”

“Extradition between France and the USA is a bureaucratic nightmare. Y/n is fine, she’s with Arthur.”

“I think they might find a way to make it work in your case.”

I made my way down and sat the meek gesture of toys on his desk.

“Look, y/n bought these, she thought the kids would like them. Saw them in Amsterdam.”

“It’s gonna take more than the occasional stuffed animal to remind those kids that they still have a father…and a sister. Y/n knows that.”

“She’s trying her best. She wants to make the best out of the situation she’s in.”

“The situation you put her in.” His voice became stern, and I cowered like a small boy.

“It was her choice. She said that she couldn’t let me go just like that.”

“She was your child; you shouldn’t have let her have the choice in the first place. The choice was life or death and you let her choose death just so you could imagine you still had a family and that it all hadn’t crumbled before you.”

“Yes. I am being selfish because I like that she’s still with me. I like having her here because without her I couldn’t cope.”

“You let her follow you into this life and it seems she suffers the consequences the most.”

“She told you?”

“She told grandma.”

“What the projections or the subjects do is unpredictable. Sometimes they respond to the presence put in front of them, in her case, a beautiful young girl.”

He looks down, ashamed of what he’s hearing.

“Look I’m just doing what I know. I’m doing what you taught me.”

“I never taught you to be a thief.”

“No, you taught me to navigate people’s minds. But after what happened, there weren’t a whole lot of legitimate ways to do that.”

He suddenly felt the meaning of my visit and retreated back into his chair. He punctuated the silence.

“What are you doing here, Dom?” I paused, wondering how to phrase this without inviting a lot of questions.

“I think we found a way home. It’s a job for some very very powerful people. People who I believe can fix my charges permanently. But I need your help.”

“You’re here to corrupt one of my best and brightest.” He taunted me by brandishing the end of his pen.

“You know what I’m offering, you have to let them decide for themselves.”

“Money.”

“Not just money. You remember, the chance to build cathedrals, entire cities, things that never existed. Things that couldn’t exist in the real world.”

“So, you want me to let someone else, follow you into your fantasy.”

“They won’t actually come into the dream. They just design the levels and teach them to the dreamers.”

“Design it yourself.”

“Mal won’t let me.” I saw his face droop at the mention of her. Already sighing at the sight of my delusion.

“What about y/n, she was always better than you were anyway.”

“She refuses. She’ll help with a maze or a paradox occasionally when she gets bored of our architects incompetence, but she won’t build herself anymore. I don’t know why. She won’t tell me.” He sat forward in his chair. Eyes pleading with me to bring y/n home.

“Come back to reality. Please.”

“Those kids are waiting for their father and sister to come home. That’s their reality. This job-this last job- that’s how we get there. I would not be standing here if I knew another way. I need an architect who is as good as I was.”

“I’ve got someone better.”

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“Ariadne?” A perky petite girl runs to meet Miles’ inviting hand. “I’d like you to meet Mr Cobb.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

“If you have a few moments, Mr Cobb has a job offer he’d like to discuss with you.”

“A work placement?”

“Not exactly.”

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*your pov*

I made it to the warehouse and walked in to see Arthur fiddling with different pieces of equipment.

“You look funny handling tech equipment in that suit.” I loudly teased to get his attention.

He turned towards me with a smile. “Thought you’d be with Cobb and the new recruit.”

“He can do it without me; besides I didn’t fancy the third degree from grandad.”

“He’s just protective. This job isn’t exactly made for you.”

“What? You don’t think I can handle myself?”

“Oh, don’t worry I know you can. The scar on my eye proves it.” We laughed together in a way we hadn’t done in a while. I’d always found comfort around Arthur. When I first left with my dad, I was young and innocent. I had no idea what I’d signed up for. So, once we started working with Arthur I began to loosen up a little as I felt I had someone I could truly trust. Yes, there were people like Eames who came around for the odd job and who I could rely on on the mission. But Arthur was different. I trusted him in a way that encapsulated my whole heart.

We began to unpack the equipment, preparing for when dad would be back to introduce the new recruit to dream-walking. I had just found some old deck chairs stuffed at the back that I dragged to the centre. They made a horrible squeak as the metal scraped on concrete.

“Are you okay?” Arthur pondered.

“Yeah why?”

“Just after Nash and that last job, I worried you would shut down.”

“This could be Dad’s chance to clear his name, I got no time to shut down.” I put on a confidence and winked his way before punching his arm as I passed for good measure.

“Anyways,” I spoke facing the window. “It’s not like I’ve not dealt with that before. It’s old news.”

“I know.” Arthur said solemnly, refusing to look my way. “But you shouldn’t.”

“Well, it happened, it happens, and it’s going to happen again.” I giggled through my tear-filled eyes. I felt Arthur’s presence behind me, bringing me into the lightest hug.

“You know I’m here for you. And if you don’t want to tell your dad when it happens, that’s fine but promise you’ll at least tell me. You know I love giving a guy a good punch, especially on your behalf.”

I turned around in his arms and found our noses almost touching.

“Thank you, Arthur. My knight in shining armour.” I could see the muscles in his neck strain as he very gently leaned in. I copied and moved until our lips softly grazed.

*SCREEEEECH*

We jumped back from each other, in a spook.

“That’ll be them I guess.” I quickly fled the scene and brushed my fingers against my lips. That was about to happen, wasn’t it?

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Ariadne gasped as she awoke. Her eyes were flamed, and her pupils darted around the room, trying to make sense of it all. The music bubbled throughout the room adding a flare of theatrics to the situation. This was her second time under, so I assumed her jerk meant she hadn’t woken up in the most pleasant way.

“You’re okay, you’re okay.” Arthur quickly reassured her. Calming her down through gentle caresses.

“Why didn’t I wake up?”

I answered whilst making sure Dad was okay. “Because there was still time on the clock, and you can’t wake up from a dream unless you die.”

“She’ll need a totem.” Dad announced, already leaving the room.

“Dad give her a minute, geez.”

“What? Dad? Wait what?” Ariadne was shaken and looked between Cobb, and I confused.

“A totem it’s a small, personal-“

“That’s some subconscious you’ve got on you, Cobb! She’s a real charmer.”

“Ah I see you met my mom.”

“She’s, his wife?” She asked breathlessly, looking up at me. I nodded sadly.

“So, a totem, you need a small object, potentially heavy, something you can have on you all the time.” Ariadne covered her eyes to mentally acknowledge what she had just been through. I knew none of Arthur’s words were registering. It was too soon. She needed to go away so she can see how addicting it feels. I remembered my first time. I was so scared, but it was a delicious fear. “Something that no one else knows.”

“Like a coin?”

“No, it needs to be more unique than that. Like this is a loaded die,” Arthur brought out his totem, similar to mine. “I can’t let you touch it, see that would defeat the purpose. Only I know the balance and the weight of this loaded die. That way when you look at your totem, you know that you’re not in someone else’s dream.” I stuck my hand in my pocket to feel my own. It was a picture of me, James, and Philippa but it has a small mistake on it. In the picture I have braces, when in reality I’ve never worn them.

I left Arthur and Ariadne to talk and went to check on my dad. He had the spinning top again. We both watched it spin out, helpless to do anything else. When it fell, he loudly exhaled. I knew he had to do it, I just didn’t know why.

We both re-joined Arthur to find that the girl had left. It was probably all too much for such little time. And any run in with Mal’s projection would make anyone uneasy.

“She’ll be back. I’ve never seen anyone pick it up that quickly before.”

“I’ll try not to be offended.” I said with a smirk. Dad kissed my forehead. “Of course, except you, sweetie.”

“Reality’s not gonna be enough for her now, I remember the feeling.”

“When she comes back, you’re gonna have her building mazes.”

“Where are you gonna be?”

“I gotta go visit Eames.” I quietly clapped and celebrated in the corner. Eames was my favourite person to work with and we’ve always had a great partnership since our first time when I was only 15. He was the one who taught me impersonation and forgery, much to my dad’s admiration. If Arthur was like my uncle, then Eames was my rebellious older brother, letting me get away with anything I wanted.

“Eames? No, he’s in Mombasa, it’s Cobol’s backyard.”

“It’s a necessary risk.”

“Well, there’s plenty of good thieves.”

“We don’t just need a thief. We need a forger.”

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Arthur had reluctantly gone home for the night. I promised him I would be fine sleeping in the warehouse since my dad was away. He didn’t trust me, but he knew he couldn’t argue with me. I mean I didn’t lie. I did want to sleep.

I got myself comfortable on the deck chair and let the sedative seep into my veins.

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*your dream space*

I opened my eyes in the lobby of the hotel. Over the years I had fashioned my subconscious in this specifically navigable layout. I could bury things on different floors, and revisit things in different rooms.

It was empty. Just how I liked it. Projections of your mind are easier to get rid of than you think. I clipped my heels all the way down to the large metal elevator. I entered into the 1920s style tiled lift and looked at the numbers. -3, -2, -1, 0, 1, 2, 3.

My painted finger pressed harshly down into ‘1’.

The lift rung to life and pushed me up into the crevices of my mind. And as quickly as it started the doors were back open on to a brightly lit white corridor. The hall was as clean and perfect as I wanted to keep these memories. I opened up the door ‘101’.

Inside I saw James, Philippa and I dancing at the beach. As my projection pushes her feet through the sand, I curl my toes as I feel it soft beneath me. We are running about playing a game of tig as mom and dad look on from the picnic blanket laid out with food. The colours have faded like an old photograph, and I struggle to make out the different faces.

I decided to jump ahead a little and reach for room ‘111’.

I walk hand in hand down a beautifully decorated woodland path. Mom and dad flank me on either side. I stand tall, a child of 11, in the midst of my very own dream. That was the first time. Like the previous one it’s colours have all but gone.

I hurry back into the elevator and change the floor to number ‘2’.

This floor is harshly painted yellow, and its lights flicker incessantly. I trudge down the disgustingly patterned carpet to room ‘204’. My hand questions itself as it reaches for the handle. The door flies open into the living room of our house. I stand face to face with my mother in all her beauty. She is shouting.

“You are not my daughter; don’t you think I’d know if you were.”

My young voice shakes as it answers. “Mom, please, it’s me. You have to believe me.”

“You. Are. Not. Real.”

Her hand grasps the kitchen knife and raises it. I slam the door shut and hear the yelp of my self projection. I wait to calm my heavy breathing. I don’t want to remember her like this but it’s the only room she frequents now.

My limp body returns to the lift, and I finally reach for ‘3’. The box whirrs to life and almost gently raises me up into the final floor. This is my newest creation, where I store the unexplained and the prophetic.

I walk out onto the beautiful sage green corridor, adorned with expensive antique decorations. I make my way to room ‘301’. The door softly creaks open, and my eyes are blinded by a white light filtering in from an open window. The transparent net curtain hinders my eyeline. But in front of me I see the silhouette of a man. He is only wearing a pair of briefs and I am able to make out the lean but structured outline of his body. His hair is thick and luscious. A few chocolate strands have fallen to kiss his sharp cheekbones. I struggle to discern a face, yet I still feel stuck in this man’s gaze. Like his eyes have me in their grip. I push my way through the netting, but it works against me, rooting me to the spot. I struggle and I struggle. The constraint of the curtain becoming too much to bear. It’s difficult to breathe in my panic.

“Are you alright?” The strangers voice is the last thing I hear permeating the darkness before I’m woken up by the clock. The sedative wore off.

I sat there for a minute, gathering my breath. He was there. Again. He’s always there. No matter what I build, or where I hide, he finds a way through.

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I wonder who that mysterious man could be ;)

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[froggyfics]

Play Fighting

You have a training session with Slade.

This was suppose to come out in September 2023...It's now February 2024. We're gonna just be happy this is finally completed.

Additional note at the bottom

I categorized this as a fem!reader, just because I mentioned “girl” once in this fic. So, I hope that those who prefer gender neutral readers will still enjoy this. 

Feedback is always appreciated. Feel free to message me privately or comment below to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome! 

Pairing: Slade Wilson x fem!reader

Theme: Fluff

Word Count: 1,279

You grunt as your back crudely hits the mat once again. The pain shocks your system, but you’re not at all surprised that you’re in this position.

“I told you, I’m not good at this stuff,” you grumble.

“Get back up,” he commands.

Rage surges through your body and if looks could kill, he would be six feet under already.  He laughs heartily, with his palm clutching his chest.

“You think you can intimidate me, doll? A little girl like you?”

His mocking tone acts as a battery for you, and your depleted energy disappears. You grab the sword that you dropped on the ground and position yourself in a battle stance. 

“Make sure you protect your chin,” he instructs.

You ignore his suggestion.

“Protect your chin,” he repeats.

“Protect your own chin,” you mutter.

He doesn’t respond with words, but instead lunges at you. The speed at which he travels makes you shriek, and you can’t help but drop your sword and cover yourself with your arms. You glue your eyes shut, waiting for the impact.

It never comes. Seconds pass before you slowly open your eyes once again. He’s just standing there with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed. His hair droops down due to his sweat and is sticking out in different directions. The rash guard he has on clings to his body - his muscles barely contained by the thin polyester. The sight of him in front of you makes you salivate, but of course, you can’t let him know that you’re desperately attracted to him. You have an intense crush on him, but you know better than to fall for those ocean blue eyes – sorry – eye. 

“Stop looking at me like that, Slade! C’mon,” you exclaim, as you pick your weapon back up. You can’t stand how he looks pityingly at you. “Fight me like a man!” You try to goad him, but Slade, ever the patient one, refuses to indulge you. 

You beg, plead, and even shout expletives at him to resume the training session. Slade continues to stand in front of you, arms crossed, with that knowing smile on his face. 

The situation is more frustrating given that your gaze falls onto his lips every few seconds. You’re so angry that you can’t control your own impulses. It’s cruel that a man with such a hideous personality could look so attractive.

Well, if he’s not going to fight you, you’ll have to bring the fight to him.

You leap towards him, sword in hand, stabbing the air repeatedly as Slade easily dodges your every attack. He’s light on his feet for a man of his stature. Within seconds, you can feel your fatigue overcome you, especially in your arm.

“Getting tired?”

“Not at all,” you heave. You’re definitely tired, but you won’t let Slade in on that information.

“You can tell me if ya get tired. I know pretty girls like you aren’t used to being pushed around like this,” he purrs.

Thankfully, your face is already red from the training session, otherwise, his comment would’ve made you look like a tomato. 

“Whatever.”

Something in the air changes once the word leaves your mouth. Slade no longer has a playful smirk on his face. He neither smiles nor frowns, but his eye gives away his true feelings. He’s glaring at you.

He lunges at you once more. This time, you don’t cower. You desperately swipe at him with your sword, but it’s useless against him. 

He’s suddenly within arm’s reach, and he slaps your wrist with an open palm. You nearly lose your grip on your sword’s handle, but you recover quickly. 

“I like you girl, but you got one hell of a bratty attitude. Don’t think I won’t teach you a lesson if I got to.”

“You seemed fine with my attitude not too long ago.” You struggle against his grasp, but he has a firm grip on you.

“Yeah? Well, my patience has run out.”

“That’s too bad, I like giving you an attitude.”

He forcibly yanks your arm, and suddenly you’re dangerously close to him. You’re so close that you can smell him. He smells a bit of sweat, with an undercurrent of…vanilla?

“I like correcting attitudes.”

A polite smile crosses your face. “Wait till I tell everyone that the big, bad Deathstroke uses girly body wash. You smell like a bakery.”

Pain radiates up and down the column of your spine. Your back hits the mat before you even register that Slade had leg sweeped you.

For the millionth time in this training session, he has the advantage. He hovers above you in a lunge - triumph oozing out of him. 

You want to humble him so badly. 

He clutches his hip after you punch the bony part of his pelvis as hard as you could. The punch distracts him momentarily, but it’s long enough for you to slither your way out from under him. 

For good measure, you slap him once. Redness immediately begins to surge on his cheek as his capillaries break. You know you’re definitely going to regret doing that later, but you just couldn't resist!

You swing your sword and stop just before it connects to his neck.

Slade wobbles for a moment, still in a lunge, but rights himself within a few seconds. His gaze moves from the sword to you and back to the sword several times. 

It’s at this moment that you think you’ve gone too far, specifically with the slap. Sure, you’re cheeky with Slade every once in a while, but he's always real quick to set you straight when he’s not in the mood.

Based on his expression, he’s not in the mood right now.

However, he’s right where you want him. The upper hand you have - however momentary - makes you all the more confident to do what you’ve been wanting to do for so long.

“Kiss me.”

Slade rarely gets caught by surprise, so you revel in his stupor. “You have a sword to my throat,” he responds with an air of disbelief.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t act like you can’t get out of this situation.”

He doesn’t move. You continue to stare at one another. Sweat gathers in the crevices between your palm and the sword handle, loosening your grip. You swallow loudly. Has it always been this hot in here? Did you just make it creepy? Can he not be this damn irresistible?

“Kiss me,” you whine, a bit more desperately this time.

He sighs deeply, taking a moment to mull over his options.

“Fine,” he says. He leans forward to reach your lips, and you raggedly bend over to meet him halfway. The sharp blade presses into his neck, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

When he’s near centimeters from your face, a great idea crosses your mind. An idea that would solidify your victory for this training session. You let him lean even more closely to you - so close that his eye begins to close in preparation for the kiss. Once his eye closes, you remove the sword from his neck and swiftly move to the side.

The sword acted as a barrier for Slade to keep him upright - once the sword was removed, he fell forward. 

Any other person would have laughably landed on their face, but Slade, ever the skillful mercenary, plants his palms on the floor and pulls himself into a half-plank position. 

He turns his face to look at you with a look of annoyance.

You unceremoniously drop the blade and place your hands on your hips. “Oh, Slade, you take things way too seriously. We were only just play fighting!”

Note: I got the prompt "kiss me...you have a sword to my throat" from @celestialwrites however!!!!! I cannot find for the life of me the exact post that inspired me

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Headcannons for being in a poly!relationship with Joe Velasco, Mike Duarte & Terry Bruno

Tagging: @rosaliedepp You did this! It got too long for reblogs so I thought I would do everyone a favour and pop it behing a readmore.

Following on from this HC

I can literally imagine Mike sighing and watering these poor plants because Terry forget to all the time because of shifts. He would complain to the plants but then prune them when they are a bit wild. Terry is the one that repots them though when they get a little big.

Sleeping Arrangements:

Night time I imagine it's you and Joe in the middle, Mike on one side of you, face to face and Joe draped over your back. Terry always snuggles in with Joe because he's good at soothing him when he has nightmares or sleep paralysis.

Workplace:

So in work I think it's kinda an open secret. Everyone acts professional, they're cops they have to but there's always small gestures. I think Mike and you work in different divisions so you're not all in one place at one time unless a case crosses over. I think with Terry and Joe it's more noticeable, Terry will always reach out to Joe during a hard case, like a shoulder squeeze, or drops by his desk for a chat, even a quick hug in the locker room. Likewise Joe will make sure Terry eats as I think he gets hyper focus sometimes. If anyone is feels they haven't seen one of the others, they will drop by their desk to check in and make sure their ok and looking after themselves.

If there is an argument at home Terry is very good at being professional and will be cool and a little aloof. Joe will probably ignore Terry if the issue is with him unless he absolutely has to respond. Terry is very good at defusing situations so if Joe does get snappy he will give him space until he is ready.

I think Joe and Terry told Liv together, like we're in this relationship with Mike and reader. It doesn't effect or work but you have to know for HR.

With people making comments in a professional environment Mike would go for the throat. He would verbally eviscerate them, he is very protective of the three of the three of you and hates his business being blasted. Joe is more likely to get into a scuffle. Terry is more likely to ignore it. The only time he can’t ignore it is when you’re branded a slut for it. Then he’s getting in someone’s face. The one time Mike was called to deal with one of you in custody, he was very surprised to find Terry in the holding cell with an ice pack on his face because someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut. Mike had a word with the fella afterwards.

PDA:

I think PDA is very dependant on person so Mike’s not massive on PDA in general as he’s a very private person. He’s all about light touches, lingering in your proximity, buying drinks and giving you that smile. I think Mike genuinely relaxes when he’s round the three of you, even if you’re out. He laughs more, touches more. Terry’s sort of flipflops with PDA, he’s very intuitive so if he feels someone needs it he’ll willingly give it. If not, he’s happy to sit in his chair and laugh with the rest of you. Joe, I feel is hands on and it progresses the more he drinks. I think he uses touch as reassurance, (do you still want me, I’m here kind of thing) He’s hand on whoever’s at the bar’s lower back, kiss on the head as he drifts past one of you to go the bathroom, even playing pool he’s like let me show you how to line it up better. Terry and you enjoy that, Mike doesn’t need his pool game stepping up, he was hustling to make ends meet back in the day.

When it comes to anyone putting themselves in danger it plays out like this:

Mike will go through every possible eventuality with whichever one of you it is. He will try to deter at first but if they’re resolute, you bet his baby is gonna be as prepared as possible. He’s one running through UC identities with you, peppering with questions trying to catch you out. He’s also the one that makes sure the person has a weapon they can use on them at all times, he’s given every single one of you a push dagger just in case. When they are away on op he’s grumpy, short tempered and abrasive, constantly checking in with the superiors for updates.

Terry is the one that checks in on the emotional well being. He learns as much as he can about the op, the people who are watching your back and expresses how important the person is and what may happen of they get harmed. He usually uses Mike as the threat. When their away on op he busies himself as much as possible and tries his best to take care of the others as Mike will drink too much and Joe will spend a little too much time at the gym beating the shit out of people.

Joe will give whoever it is tips because he’s had the most UC experience up to date. He’ll have burner stowed away at a mutual location close to the target area in case shit does hit the fan. You have a code word that the others don’t know about in case things get a little dark. He will also be super clingy on the lead up. He suffers a lot when of the others goes away. He doesn’t sleep well, constantly asking Mike for updates. The other two in the relationship will take care of him, make sure he eats and pay him special attention.

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No One Hates You More Than I Do

Talk It Out (Part 6)

Enemies to lovers (Rhea Ripley x fem. Reader):

You're a well known wrestler in WWE and Rhea is your worst enemy. You hate each other in and outside of the ring. Rhea always flirts with you, not that she means it, she just knows it makes you furious and wants to annoy you. But one day everything changes and you start to feel like all of this isn't a joke anymore and that there might actually be something between you two.

You get ready for work and head out the door, grabbing an energy drink from the nearby grocery store on your way. It was a pretty chill day, only a few interviews and more prepping stuff for the upcoming show where they plan to reveal you as the new member of The Judgement Day.

That evening after work you decide to attend the local gym as you didn't have time for you daily workout yet. You don't notice the person following you in your tired state. You probably wouldn't have noticed them at all if they wouldn't have let you known they're there during one of your breaks between some reps.

Rhea's eyes follow you the whole day, noticing your tired expression and weak body from the lack of sleep and proper food. She doesn't even try to deny her being worried about you. So after you left work she decides to follow you. Keeping a safe distance with her car until she sees you enter the towns local gym. She parks her car in a nearby parking lot where she is able to see if you would leave the building again or not.

Sitting there in silence she thinks about her feelings towards you and your reaction when she told you. It made her wonder if you secretly felt the same and just also had difficulties expressing that. After about twenty minutes she finally worked up the courage to confront you with her thoughts and theories so she gets out the car and walks over to the building you're in.

It doesn't take her long to find you since it's a fairly small area with quite few people being there at that time. She waits until you're taking a break to speak to you.

"Hey" you hear a familiar voice and look up. It was Rhea. "What do you want? Can't you see that I'm busy right now?" you attack her annoyed. "Sorry to bother you.." she raises her arms in defence and looks hurt at your reaction, which makes you feel guilty almost immediately. "I'm sorry, I'm just very tired." you mumble and sigh. "What is it Ripley? What are you here for?" "I just wanted to talk about.. some uh.. thoughts of mine.." Rhea admits and blushes.

"Fine by me, want to tell me while I finish my reps?" You ask her. "I'd prefer to wait until we're alone, but I can spot you and maybe give you some tips until then?" Rhea responds in a questioning tone. You shrug and nod.

About half an hour later you're walking out of the gym together. "My apartment is almost right around the corner, wanna meet there?" You turn to look at Ripley. "Bet I'll be there first!" Rhea playfully smirks at you and runs off to her car. You didn't notice you were smiling at her actions until you accidentally saw your reflection on the car window. You quickly replace it with a neutral look and shake your head at your behaviour. Why were you smiling at her stupid jokes?

Five minutes later you unlock your front door where Rhea was already waiting for you. Opening it you begin to question yourself if this might be a mistake, if Rhea was just acting nice to land a critical hit on you. You brush it off as your normal overthinking and hold the door open for your guest.

"I haven't cleaned today or anything so please don't mind the mess.." you mumble more to yourself than to her. Rhea hums and follows you to the big main room, consisting of living room and kitchen at the same time. "I'm gonna order some pizza, you want something too?" You ask without turning around to her. "I'm good, thanks" she denies your offer. She then patiently waits until your done with the phone call before speaking up again.

"So uhm.. like I said I wanted to talk about some of my thoughts with you because i feel the urge to clarify some things but now that I'm actually here it's harder than I originally thought.." your counterpart admits awkwardly.

"Tomorrow's a holiday which means no work which means we've got all night" you shrug and turn around to her with a little smile that's meant to reassure her. Your eyes meet and you can see her relax a little more. You smile at each other and you walk over to the couch, signaling Rhea to come sit next to you.

"Maybe it'll be easier if we don't start with it right away and instead focus on something else. For example finally getting over our egos and start working together for real this time." you say with a serious undertone in your voice. Rhea nods but avoids looking directly at you.

"You're right" she eventually says and lifts up her gaze, meeting yours. "I'm sorry for treating you bad all these years, even after I thought we got over our problems. I somehow couldn't help but spread rumors about you, which again, leads us to why I wanted to talk to you so bad" she sighs.

"I know.." you whisper. "And to be honest.. I kinda feel drawn to you too.." There's a few moments of silence until you continue. "It just confuses me because I never felt this way with another woman before. Does that mean I'm a lesbian now?"

Rhea breaks out laughing and you can't help but chuckle too. "If you're still attracted to men then no, it does not make you a lesbian" Ripley laughs but then gets serious again. "So you do like me back?" she wants to clarify, praying she didn't interpret your words the wrong way.

"I- I don't know, like, the sex we had was pretty damn good I have to admit, and I wouldn't complain if we did it again.." you shyly look at her, nervously chuckling as an attempt to calm the anxiety a little. Seeing her eyes lighten up at those words and the little smile that sneaks into her face makes you feel a certain warmth and ease inside. "I.. guess we could try.." you whisper, breaking eye contact as you can feel the heat rush into your cheeks.

"So- uh.. you're saying you think you do like me back and that you're willing to date me, like.. seriously?" Rhea asks completely overwhelmed. "God damn it, yes, you idiot!" You exclaim and wrap your hands around her neck kissing her.

You both smile into the kiss and you lean back, pulling Rhea on top of yourself as you lay down. "I still fucking hate you for what you've done, just to be clear" you murmur against her lips and she chuckles in response. "And what do you want me to do about it now.." she then teases you. "Maybe fuck you so hard you just forget about it?" she smirks at you. "Mmh.. maybe?" you whisper and smirk back at her.

Rhea kisses you again and begins to trail kisses along your jawline and down to the crook of your neck. Slipping one of her legs between yours, she presses her body down against your own, creating a friction that makes you moan softly.

But before it could go any further the doorbell rings, and you push Rhea off of yourself with a grin. You liked that you were able to make her horny and now she got to wait. She looks back at you pouting, but eventually smiles at you as she watches you come back, already with a mouth full of pizza.

"God I just can't be mad at you" she sighs and guides you to sit between her legs with your back against her chest. "I'll turn on a movie okay?" she says softly and kisses your temple while reaching for the tv remote.

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