#getting it pierced again is so expensive I don't wanna do that

[no-one-hears-me]

guys long time no see. I lost my old belly button jewelry a lil while back and had to replace it with some cheap jewelry bc that's all I could get. and it rejected it but I didn't notice until it was too late :(

[d3vilcvntz]

local slutboy taken a liking to you ?!?

top male reader x bottom character

you hated yourself for even agreeing with your friends to go into a random town just to get drunk. it will be fun they said, but now you're just dying to go home and lay down on your comfy soft bed. unfortunately for you, you can't just ditch your friends and go home because you came here with their car,no taxi around here either so you're just stuck here, bored as hell. maybe a smoke break will clear your mind a little

so here you are, standing in a random dark alleyway to smoke. well, that's your plan until a random person approached you. he's wearing a hoodie that's definitely too big for him with a face mask "mind giving me some?" he suddenly asked, walking closer to you

you stared at him for a sec before turning away "nah, this shit expensive man. rather not give it to random guy" you replied, looking at him again. he just chuckled at your response "i've never seen your face here before. you're not from here im guessing?" he asked, which you answered with a simple nod, "it's dangerous to wonder around here all alone you know. these people aren't really friendly" he said, smiling at you

"...what do you want from me ?" you responded to him quite harshly, clearly annoyed that someone disturb your peace. "nothing, i just want you" he replied almost instantly. you just looked at him like he's crazy and awkwardly laughed, brushing it off as a joke before he spoke again, "im a sex worker, im quite popular around here. you're lucky that im offering my service to you" he said, getting uncomfortably closer to you

"I'll pass, don't carry cash with me" you responded, turning around to walk away until he grabbed your arm and push you against the wall

"don't worry. i won't charge you much. how about.... you give me the pack of cigarettes and i let you hit? a good deal isn't it ?" you looked at him once again, "tempting isn't it? don't be scared now, i promise that im better than any women you've ever slept with" he whispered to your ear

you'll definitely regret this later but oh well, you've been pent up after all, being single and shit for so long. before you can even say anything, "I'll give you a tease" he said with a smile, before kneeling down and tugged on your pants "i can tell that you're big even from far" rubbing your clothed cock while looking up at you

slowly pulling your pants and underwear down, revealing your half-hard cock. "oh, look! someone's already excited even though he was acting all tough before" he teased you,slightly pushing his mask up so he can kiss the tip of your cock before swallowing it whole. getting head from a stranger in a dark alleyway is not your plan but you are not complaining at this point. i mean, he's not that bad looking now that you can kinda see half of his face, he's quite pretty actually.

he looks up to you before pushing your cock all the way to his throat. he's practically sucking your cock like it's the best meal he ever had "you're getting close?" he asked, stroking your cock

you came all over his mouth and mask after a few minutes of throatfucking him "woah.... it's so thick, you must been pent up this whole time" he said, putting his mask back on properly before standing up again "wanna try my hole next ? all of my customers love it" he teased, pulling his own pants down, revealing that he's wearing nothing under it with his own cock leaking precum "hoodie stays on though, but I'll give you a little teaser" he said, giving you a smile before lifting up his hoodie revealing his nipples piercings

he grabbed your hand to feel his body "do you like it? I've never show my body to anyone else you know" he said, giving you a little smile "anyways, lets get into the good part" he continued, turning around, spreading his cheeks apart, showing you his twitching pink hole

you pushed your cock inside him "you're so big" he moaned. slowly moving your hips to let him adjust to your cock before picking up the pace. you thrust into so eagerly "looks like you like it too" he teased, which made you pick up the pace

he's slowly losing his grip on the wall, knees shaking from your hard thrusts "shit, i can't hold myself up anymore" he said, trying to keep himself up. you pulled out your cock "huh? why did you-" you turned him around to face you before lifting him up "oh, missionary huh? i like it" he whispered to your ear seductively

you pushed your cock all the way in him which caught him off guard, his moans became high pitched and louder than before. his hands grips tightly on your shirt, "shit..the way your cum smells on my mask is so...intoxicating. and your cock too.. fuck, it's so deep"

you know that you're close when you can feel your lower abdomen grows hot, wanting to release all of your cum into him. he's getting close too, with the way he can't even speak any coherent sentences and his eyes are rolled back "please cum inside me, shit.. i need you to cum deep inside of me" you slammed your cock inside him one last time, releasing your cum as he came right after

you let him down and clean yourself up and so does he "i really wish that you'd become my regular now. nobody ever fucks me that good" he said, pulling his pants up "hey, put your number in my phone. maybe we can meet up and fuck in my dorm later on" he continued, handing his phone to you.

you gave him your number and passed it back to him "thanks sweetheart" he replied, giving you a wink. you looked at your watch and realise it's quite late, your friends might be looking for you at this point. don't want to make them suspect anything, "i need to go now, it's great meeting you..." you told him, which he replied with a smile. as he turned around to walk away, you suddenly remembered something and grabbed his arm. surprised, he looks at you and smiled "oh! are you not satisfied with one round?" he teased you before you quickly shoved the cigarettes pack into his hand "here, as we promise" you told him before walking away, leaving him standing there

he watched as you walked away, wanting to pull on your arm and tell you to stay. but he can't, he shouldn't do it. maybe he'll contact you again soon, he's taken a liking to you now ♡

a/n: this shit is inspired by a doujin i've seen lol

[crushedsweets]

hey sucker! 😋😋

what would the creeps do for valentine’s day?

like yknow, would some be given small treats or do others treat it like a regular day?

happy belated valentines day! hope you guys had fun and shared some love with everyone around you! this is the closest youre gonna get to x reader content from me.

AGAIN THIS IS SET IN MY AU!!! MY AU IS PRETTY DETAILED AND HAS AN OVERARCHING STORYLINE WITH PRE-ESTABLISHED FRIENDSHIPS, SETTINGS, JOBS, CHARACTER ARCS AND WHATNOT....... so :3 yeah.

Tim and Brian probably don't do much. They'll totally grab some chocolates/candy and eat it, but just cuz its there, not as a gift. if they had a partner, they'd just go get some dinner.. flowers, basic stuff. put on an unironed button up and pick their partner up LOL.

toby might do something depending on where he is in the story. early on, he is not doing SHIIIIT. deep into his friendship with nina(who opens up a lot of his emotional vulnerabilities n stuff), he might feel a little inclined to pick up some flowers for some of the girls in his life (nina, clocky, kate, lazari) just cuz he used to do something small for his sister/mom when he was younger (cuz frank never did shit). if he had a partner, he'd def wanna do jewelry and classic flowers. he likes necklaces and rings and piercings and stuff, doesnt wear them much cuz they get in the way, but likes seeing people wear stuff he got. he's the type to make them turn around so he could put the necklace on them, but if they even slightly laugh at him trying to be sweet, he's getting mad HAHA. "ok nevermind im returning this you fucking suck" (jokingly.. but he is embarrassed). would just wanna stay home though, no nights out or anything

clocky would paint stuff. she'd give nina a portrait of herself cuz nina loooves being someone's muse, do some nice art of forest creatures and leave some notes for toby. she'd feel pretty awkward about it just cuz even when she was with her highschool boyfriend, she wasn't good at giving or receiving affection. if she's gifted any flowers (which she will be getting), she's absolutely pressing them and either sealing them in some paintings, or putting it in frames that hold her old art/art she picked up at thrifts. if she had a partner, she'd obviously paint them or something. i could see her spending a long time working through a journal to gift them, making every 3 pages a painting, drawing, or journal entry expressing something. "today you and i went to get lunch. i think the place was way too expensive, but you liked it." and then empty pages for her partner to fill in with whatever they want.

nina. ok come on. lets be serious. its nina. she's gonna buy everyone(as in toby, clocky, kate, jane, liu) one expensive gift (cologne, watches, shoes, jewelry, makeup) and then throw together mini bouquets, notes, and probably shop lift other smaller stuff cuz 'IM BROKE I SPENT TOO MUCH I HAVE TO' LOLLL.. she's the type to literally decorate her house for it, putting up some of clocky's more romantic paintings (cuz she has a collection of clocky's work), setting out heart-shaped coasters, bringing out heart shaped pillows.... honestly she probably already had those.... she'd absolutely plan galentines dinner for her friends, bake cookies, everything. if she had a partner, it would be really similar. she likes to spoil people, gift giving and acts of service are her ways of showing love - buuuut she does want to be spoiled in return, so physical affection and quality time is what she wants to receive. she wants to be treated like a princess, be picked up, have her doors opened for her, told she looks beautiful, etc.

jack is even less likely to do something than toby. before the sacrifice, he'd grab a cheap bag of individually wrapped chocolates and give them to people he knew around campus. i could see him buying the same chocolates and leaving it in his cabin. telling whoever visits him to take some. nina would leave him some flowers too(say its also from toby) and he'd be really grateful, cuz she'd be very sure to get him whatever he thinks smells the nice. that way he can still appreciate it. if he had a partner, YOU KNOW HE'S COOKING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DINNER AT HOME. he's cleaning up, very awkwardly trying to dress nice. black button up, slacks, slick his hair back(or he'd just do whatever his partner says looks best, not too concerned with his own preference). he'd feel sooo fucking embarrassed and very nervous but he just wants to make it special. he'd write a long love letter, too

jeff isnt doing shit for anyone. he'll go steal some chocolate and mind his own business. if he had a partner, one that he ACTUALLY loved and wanted to keep around. maybe he'd pick up some flowers and chocolate, mainly cuz he knows thats the bare minimum sort of gift. he'd let them demand that day from him, which takes a LOT for him to let anyone feel entitled to HIS time. if he knows they have higher expectations (dinner, a letter, etc) he'd probably bitch and moan and be like "ugh you already know im into you why do i gotta do this shit" but if theyre serious, he'd probably do it. half assed though...

kates also not doing anything unprompted. she wouldnt even know the day is coming around. her only memories of valentines day would be passing out some candy and cards around class in elementary school, but once she was in the forest, nobody gave HER shit. she might pick some flowers and wrap it in some paper for people , but ONLY if she KNOWS they're getting something for her. like, she'd pick nina some flowers cuz she knows ninas doing something regardless, but she wouldnt get toby anything cuz she wouldnt have expected it from him. then shed feel bad. if she had a partner, again it'd be similar. she KNOWS she needs to put in the effort, but she doesnt exactly have the resources... the farm does pay her some cash since she works with the animals, but she mostly just gives it straight to toby so he can buy stuff for the cabin. but she'd keep it this time around, and quietly ask toby if he could come with her to get some stuff for them. some sweets, a necklace, scribble out a little letter. smth sweet.

janes married. and she goes all out of her wife. buys her like a 3dozen bouquet of red roses, sets reservations at nice restaurants, makes mary breakfast the morning of. all of that. i dont even know how to go into detail on this because thats just how it is for her, theres not some turmoil for her to work through. she'd also start getting sally some stuff. plushies holding hearts, balloons, sweet things like that. if she had a partner...WELL SHE ALREADY DOES!!!!

if liu knows nina is going to gift him something expensive, he's doing the same. he's going to grab her flowers and maybe some shoes or something he knows she's had her eye on. he wouldn't be really subtle about it, just text her "whats on your wishlist right now" LOLLL... he just appreciates nina's presence (after they get over the jeff situation) and likes having a little sister to spoil. he'd probably send jane a bouquet of flowers with a thank you note, since jane did a lot for him. if he had a partner, it would also be very stereotypical. date plans, picking them up, flowers, etc. he'd LOOOOVE to make one of those big baskets filled to the brim with random shit. would wanna come home and draw a nice bubble bath and have some wine. stuff like that in general...

ben, lulu, ann, and dina wouldnt do anything and wouldnt get a partner. lazari would draw some pictures for her friends! sally will draw something for jane and mary

[yanderu-deredere]

Your ocs with a sick darling maybe? I’m sick right now and want them to comfort me please

a/n: why is this literally me every single day? hopefully you feel better soon and here's some helpful (and maybe not so helpful) yanderes to perhaps be of service to you

warning: please don't take this as an instruction guide to how to take care of a sick person

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

literally acts like this is why he went to medical school, like this is the sole purpose of his degree and nothing else

unfortunately paranoid tho? like he's checking your temp constantly and if that shit isn't getting better, he'll be like actually i think you have a brain parasite or something, puppy, like idk your symptoms really match--

babies you SO much

doesn't let you get up at all, will get everything for you, will bring food to you, makes you all the good comfort food of korea, etc etc

probably the most likely to get you all better the fastest

You sniffled, pulling the blanket farther up so you were warm and covered.

It made Eun-jeong's heart melt, to be honest. You looked so cozy but also so helpless at the same time. It was like staring at a puppy! Especially with your hair all messy and your big sweet eyes so innocent and watery.

He removed one of his leather gloves to press his palm against your forehead. You were definitely still significantly warm and, from the way your nose was running, it didn't seem like you were going to get better any time soon.

"Okay, puppy, can you sit up for me and take some medicine?" He reached over to get the little cup of flu suppressant with his ungloved hand before he tried to pass it over to you.

When you pouted, he felt his melty heart get pierced. Softly, he placed a kiss on your warm temple "Come on, pretty, just this and then you can chase it with your favourite drink. See? I brought it over?"

When you continued to pout, he just chuckled and helped you up. He'd make you feel better, no matter what.

gawain dubhán byrne ★ profile

paranoid fuck pt. 2

except he doesn't have a medical degree so like you sneeze and he immediately thinks it's brain cancer

all of his worries are sooo far from the truth that it's not even funny (but also its so so funny)

also babies you but not to the point of forcing you to stay in bed or not letting you do things you want

like if you wanna sit on the couch and watch movies instead of huddling in bed, he'll let you

but he'll also be there lmao he's attached to your hip

"What do you want to watch, darling?" He grabbed the remote for you so he could flick the expensive flat screen on. "Anything you want, I promise."

You just sniffled, your voice hoarse as you shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around you "We can watch Pride and Prejudice. I know it's your favourite."

"My sweet, I want to watch something you want to watch." Gawain frowned though it was hard to at the sight of you.

You're sitting huddled on the couch, looking like a bulky little potato or maybe a stubby burrito. It was precious and part of him wanted to keep you sick forever.

"Might just fall asleep." You leaned your head against his shoulder and his heart fluttered "Just wanna watch sm'th you wanna watch."

"Okay, darling, that's good too." Gawain pressed one last kiss on the top of your head before pointing the remote at the flat screen to start Netflix

fujio watanabe ★ profile

can barely take care of himself let alone you

then again, he made sure his little brother survived to adulthood, right? he can take care of a sick darling

wrong.

he's definitely there just for muscle. you can't move around so you can ask him to do things for you

you have to be specific tho forreal becos you'll ask him to get you soup and he'll get you all the soup, all the kinds he can find

same goes for medicine, cough drops, etc etc

keeps calling his little brother for advice lol like you can just hear him in the background, panicking

"What do you mean thermometer? Can't I just put my hand on her forehead and know?" Fujio grumbled into the phone, his hand on his own forehead as he stared at you curled up on the couch.

He could hear the static sigh of his brother on the other end of the line "If her fever gets to a certain point, you have to take her to the emergency room."

It was like someone dumped cold water over him. Emergency? It was just a cold wasn't it? Why'd you need to go to the emergency room?

"Okay, okay." It was like someone lit a fire under him. "Just stay on the line."

He rushed around, phone held in between his shoulder and his ear. He hurried to get his keys, a jacket, his wallet-- Before he left to go out the door, Fujio leaned over to you, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple.

"I'll be back, baby, don't worry. I'll take care of this."

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

he knows first aid? but that's about it lmao

you know that saying that's like idiots can't get colds? mans has the strongest immune system in the world

part of him is actually kind of fascinated by your cold like what, your nose is blocked? what does that mean? and your body is warm? why is your body so warm? huh?

literally has only two people he can call that he trusts and one of them doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about (fujio) and the other can't be bothered (fujio's brother)

definitely depends on you to tell him what to do

"Here, I made you miso soup. It's the only soup I know how to make." He pulled the coffee table closer to the sofa with his free hand before he placed the bowl of hot soup in front of you.

You muttered a very crackly thank you before reaching over. He stood there, watching your every move like a hawk, his fingers playing with each other in anxiety.

Because of your bad throat, instead of saying anything, you just gave Ryuu an enthusiastic thumbs up. Or, as enthusiastic as you could looking like you were half dead.

His entire body relaxed and he plopped down next to you, making sure his large body didn't jostle you too much. He then wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Don't do that! You could get sick!" You growled at him, voice throaty.

Ryuu just laughed, pressing another kiss against the same exact place "Babe, I don't get sick ever, don't worry."

ayaka yamato ★ profile

would not touch you with a ten foot pole

like sorry, she loves you with all of her heart and all but like what if she gets sick? no way!

does hire the best doctors in the world to take care of you

gets really angry at you for no reason becos why the hell did you get sick, now she can't be around you!

despite the fact that she can't be around you, she definitely hovers close to your room

demands that you stay at her place also lol

"Hi hi, baby, how are you?" Ayaka smiled at nothing in particular, her glamorous nails tapping against the coffee table in front of her, her glitzy phone held against her ear.

All you could do was really groan and, from the sound of rustling sheets, she could tell that you had shifted positions.

She could almost cry. She wanted so badly to be able cuddle you close, to hold you and comfort you, maybe even run her fingers through your hair. But you were sick and there was no way in hell you were going to pass that bug to her.

"Baby, I asked you a question." She said instead, her grip on her phone tightening.

"I'm fine, my love, my throat just hurts a lot." You finally responded after a minute of silence. Probably because you were in so much pain, Ayaka thought bitterly.

She nodded despite the fact that you couldn't see her "Okay, okay, I'll leave you to rest. Text me if I can get anything for you, okay?"

You grumbled out an affirmative and she forced herself to hang up after exchanging 'I love you's. Ayaka didn't sit there doing nothing for long though.

Immediately, she stood up so she could pace before dialing another number. Her face contorted and, if anybody could see the anger that was radiating off of her, they probably would've scampered in the opposite direction.

"What the hell am I paying you for! You're supposed to be making my darling feel better! Goddamnit, go back in there and do something or I'll have my guards fillet you, you useless piece of shit!"

[ruinationz]

hey girl so i wrote a tadc oneshot even if the damn series isn't even out yet (leans on my expensive car and slips on the hood and breaks my face)

actual story under the cut if you want to read (warning for injury mention? also kind of a CW i make caine talk in all caps so if you don't exactly like that uhj don't read)

me when i also use a character from a teased image and don't refer to them by name:

"...WELL, I THINK WE BOTH LEARNED SOMETHING FROM THAT EXPERIENCE!" Caine exclaimed, giving one of the many knives piercing a shaking Pomni a small tap. "WELL, FOLKS, WE'LL SEE YOU AFTER THIS SHORT INTERMISSION!"

The curtains closed on the digital audience, and Caine made his way backstage. "PHEW! I'M SHATTERED!" He exhaled, pulling out a checkered handkerchief from his infinite pocket and pressing it against his nonexistent forehead. "I THINK THAT WAS AN...INVIGORATING PERFORMANCE, NOW WASN'T IT, POMNI?" He asked, turning around to face his assistant.

"...POMNI?"

Caine found himself facing an empty stage, the jester nowhere to be seen. "..MY DEAR ASSISTANT, WHERE DID YOU GO? WE HAVE A SHOW TO PUT ON!"

"You're really making her perform again after all that?"

The ringmaster jumped at the voice of one of the human souls, and he turned around to face the tall, shape headed creature in a purple coat. "W-WELL, OF COURSE! WHY NOT?"

The cloaked one scoffed. "She can't just go back on. She's in pain because of your bad aim! How hard is it to hit a target with a knife?"

Now…that's a new one. "THAT'S...THAT'S NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR RINGMASTER!" Caine exclaimed. "...PAIN...WHAT..."

"You...seriously don't know what pain is? Hurt? Agony? Discomfort?"

"U-UNFORTUNATELY, MY SYSTEM IS NOT YET FAMILIAR WITH THIS…THING YOU SPEAK OF…" Caine embarrassingly felt himself stammer out as he straightened his bow tie.

"Hmm. For an artificial intelligence, you sure aren't intelligent at all." The cloaked one quipped, pulling out a dictionary from one of the stray bookcases amongst the junk behind the stage. "Let me see...'pain'. 'Noun'. 'A feeling of physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury.'"

Caine thought about that definition for a while. "BUT…HOW WOULD THAT AFFECT OUR NEXT PERFORMANCE? I HAVE QUITE THE TRICK PLANNED, AND I-"

"Let me put it in a way you’ll understand. Pain is when you feel bad inside and outside. You’ve had to have felt an equivalent of it at some point…"

The cloaked one turned back around. "Well, I’d best be off to wait before the intermission is over." He said, leaving Caine standing alone once more.

"…POMNI FEELS…'BAD'…BECAUSE OF ME…"

Bad was…bad. Bad was not good. No one should feel 'bad' at the Amazing Digital Circus! He was supposed to amaze! Entertain! But how could Caine help her not feel that way?

He immediately turned around and made his way to go find the jester. Maybe he could get an idea along the way.

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"OH, POMNI! ARE YOU IN HERE?" Caine called as he looked around for her, soon hearing sobs coming from one side of the room. "POMNI! THERE YOU ARE! I..."

He found himself trailing off as Pomni came into his view. She was sitting on a box and sobbing as she gingerly made attempts to pull the knives out of her body to no avail, crying harder with each failed attempt.

"...POMNI?"

The jester flinched and turned to stare at Caine with wide eyes. "W-Wuh-"

"MY DEAR ASSISTANT, I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU!" He said, approaching her as she made an attempt to back away from him. "I-I don't wanna g-go...! I...!" She stammered out, trying to curl herself up but stopping as she winced in pain.

"I'M NOT STARTING THE SHOW YET, POMNI. PLEASE, LET ME TRY AND HELP YOU..." He insisted, sitting down to meet her level.

Now, what to do...oh! I know! Caine snapped his fingers, and a first aid kit soon manifested into existence. "NOW, PLEASE HOLD STILL, MY ASSISTANT."

Letting out a shaky sigh, Pomni turned herself slowly towards him and shut her eyes.

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"AAAAND...DONE! THAT'S BETTER, RIGHT?" Caine asked cheerily, applying a final bandage to a now cleaned cut on Pomni's head. She opened her eyes and put a hand to her face, feeling the spots where knives once were. "I....yeah, I guess so...but...why?"

"WHY NOT?" He replied, using a needle to carefully stitch together a tear in her clothing. "I SIMPLY WANT THE BEST FOR MY...STAR PERFORMER!"

"Mm..." Pomni looked away and he watched as tears began to well up in her eyes again. "OH, MY DEAR! WHAT'S WRONG? HAVE I SAID SOMETHING YOU DISLIKED?"

The jester gave a small sniffle. "N-No, you didn't...i-it's....I...I don't...I don't k-know..."

He cut the thread of the needle and looked back up at her as he placed it back in the first aid kit. "AHH...PLEASE, DO NOT FRET, MY DEAR!" he reassured, closing the kit and taking one of her hands in his. "HMMM....SAY, HOW ABOUT I SHOW YOU A...SPECIAL MAGIC TRICK!" He suggested, thinking of something quick to cheer her up.

Carefully, he traced a small heart on the back of her hand with his index finger. "ABRA-CADABRA! NO MORE TEARS!" He recited while taking his hand away and waving it around, pretending to cast some grand magic upon her.

He looked back up at her as she broke into a smile and started laughing, a few stray tears streaming down. "NOW, THERE'S THE JESTER I KNOW!"

Caine stood back up and turned to leave. "JUST LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU'RE READY TO GO BACK ON, MY DEAR!" He said, before leaving her alone once more.

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Pomni stared down at her hand and felt herself smile as she put her other on the back of it. "..Abra-cadabra..."

She wiped off her face and got up from the box, readying herself to go onstage once more.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

rhinestone eyes

PAIRING: Rich Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS [present+future]: infidelity, dubcon, gaslighting, manipulative and toxic behavior, toxic relationship, sexual content, yandere tendencies, suggestive hand-holding

part one

kofi

There's a sneer on Eren's face as green eyes behind Versace aviators glide over your form, staring you up and down. His gaze is so penetrative, it makes your teeth chatter. Maybe he was just checking you out. Maybe he was scrutinizing every blemish.

You suddenly feel so very small in your tennis skirt, the tight collared shirt stretching over your breasts, and wished that today out of all days wasn't when you decided to dress a little more stylish.

"Fancy seeing you here." His voice is nonchalant but there's a tone of humor that accompanies his brisk words. How long would it be until he laughs at you?

He scowls, "Are you mute or something? Why aren't you greeting me back properly?"

"Eren," You took a deep breath, "What are you doing in Paris?"

It occurs to you that you've never seen him out of his uniform before. He's wearing a light blue button-down, half the buttons left unfastened, polo shorts, an expensive black watch glittering on his wrist, silver rings on his slender fingers, and a thin silver chain dangling around his neck.

He's also acquired a new piercing, industrial, judging by the bar across his ear. The silver glints harshly under the sun.

"Are you done burning holes through me?"

You blush, embarrassment coloring your cheeks: "No, I'm just surprised." You tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear, "Didn't expect to run into anyone I knew in another country."

You were just taking a pleasant walk in the acclaimed Champs-Élysées, the avenue every bit as a picture-perfect postcard as it had been described.

"Have you eaten?" The question is spoken with a sigh like he couldn't believe he was asking you this, and you couldn't either.

"Oh, um, no?" You responded, bewildered.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, which reached the nape of his neck by now: "I know a cafe around here. Let's get brunch. We'll talk there."

You don't know what possessed you to nod but you did so, trying to match his quick and long strides. The walk was silent, presumably because the two of you were saving your burning questions for the cafe.

He rolls his eyes when you stutter through your French. He raises a hand, and simply tells the waiter his order and dismisses him. His French is flawless and you're tempted to ask him how it's so good, but you already know the answer. Probably had hordes of tutors to help him.

Merci Monsieur

"Wait," You remark to Eren, "I didn't order."

"I ordered for us. Pain au chocolate, savory crepes, eggs, and ham. Coffee after. For me. Hot chocolate for you because you don't drink coffee."

Oh. That actually sounds good. How did he know your beverage preferences?

He fishes out a cigarette from his pocket, skinny and hand-rolled, "So what are you doing here? No offense but you don't exactly seem like you can afford a vacation to France. "

Now is your turn to sigh. You've nearly forgotten how blunt he could be: "Here on an internship. For art" You supply.

"I assume you just regularly come to Paris every summer?"

He doesn't deny or verify your statement, "Something like that."

"So you're staying at a hostel or?" He asks, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that makes your nose wrinkle.

The waiter comes by with food, and you turn to Eren with a sour look, "I sincerely hope you're not going to smoke while we're eating."

To your utter surprise, he ashes the cigarette. You were expecting a witty and mean retort at the very minimum, not silent compliance.

You pick up the earlier conversation, "Well, I'm actually staying with my boyfriend." You mummer the last word quietly but the viridian-eyed boy's ears are keen. You don't notice how his grip on the knife tightens.

"You're staying with your boyfriend?" He repeats.

You nod, "Yeah, he's an art student too."

The rest of the meal is completed in sparing small-talk and lengths of silence. But it's not awkward. It's weird. On one hand, having brunch with Eren Yeager in fucking Paris, heir to a billionaire pharmaceutical company should feel surreal, but it's strangely peaceful. You feel more at peace sitting across from him in France than you did when he sat next to you in homeroom.

When it's time to pay the check, Eren looks amused by the very notion of you digging into your purse.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay?" His words are spoken with a teasing smile.

You roll your eyes but can't help a glimmer of a smile from peeking through on your lips, "Didn't take you much for a gentleman."

He tosses his black card on the bill, "You'd be surprised."

What's there left to do now? Is it time to part ways? There's a part of you that craves more but life has taught you to not be greedy when you already have so so much.

You dabble the corner of your lips with a napkin, "Well, this has been fun-"

"Wait, uh, do you wanna check out the Louvre? Since you're an art student and all, you might uh enjoy it."

You stare at him. Is he tongue-tied?

"You've probably there been a million times already."

"Yeah...but you haven't been, right?"

You blink before breaking into a smile that Eren is sure is going to give him heart palpations, so sunny and bright.

"I would love to!"

You guys check out Mona Lisa for the sheer novelty, and you're bouncing around the museum, oohing and ahhing at the chiseled statues and Renaissance paintings. There is so much history here, it blows your mind.

Eren finds himself watching you more than the paintings. You have this veneer of snark that you wrap around yourself like a protective gauze (maybe that's how you maintain your survival in a world of hyenas) but you're different now.

You're yourself. Watching you here come alive in unbridled enthusiasm, eyes widened in passion, makes him reach out to his pocket and fish for his disposable film camera. He doesn't know if he's ever seen anyone in his vapid life look like the way you do, so filled with a zest for things that are greater than themselves.

He wants to burn you into his memory, praying to all the gods that you won't notice when he takes a picture of you admiring a bust of a goddess. He slyly tucks his camera back into his pocket.

The world seems to stand still when you tug his hand to show him a painting, an expression of unadulterated wonder on your face. But when you realize you pulled his hand, you immediately drop it like hot coals.

Why do you look so worried? Why do you look so scared?

"You can hold my hand if you want. It's-it's okay." He can't believe he's gotten the words out.

You're taking too long, your hands still hanging limply by your side, an indiscernible expression on your pretty face. Eren doesn't understand why it makes him so mad, why your sudden hesitation grated his nerves. Deciding to make your choice for you, he grabs your hand, squeezing your palm as he flashes you the charismatic smile that's got him out of countless incidents.

He doesn't like the expression of worry marring your features. Where did the happy jovial girl go? Just a few seconds, you were poking him with sparkles in your eyes, "Look at this Eren!" and "So beautiful, right?"

He forces another smile: "Show me the painting you wanted me to see." Maybe it was meant to be a request but it comes out as a demand.

You cast a glance at your joined hands, his grip borderline painful. "O-okay."

You lead him across the floor, and Eren can feel the stares of people around him. They are smiling. An older woman utters a "Un si charmant couple."

You take him to a grand painting. It's haunting and dark, swirling with so many shades of dusty red from vermillion to scarlet. A pregnant woman lies reclined, arm hanging and head lolling. She appears to be asleep, and there is a cacophony of men around her portrayed in varying degrees of stress.

"Death of a virgin", you breathed.

Such a macabre name, Eren thought as he gazed longer into the painting. He loosens his grip on your hand, testing whether you would pull away.

You don't.

It's raining outside and you're giggling.

"Fuck" Eren swears, "I'll call a cab."

You're a vision drenched in rain. Your clothes are soaked, and he could see the outline of your bra from your thin shirt. But it seems like you don't even care.

"Let's just enjoy it!" You cry out. There are thick droplets stuck in between your eyelashes, and you smell like rain too. It's dangerous, he can see chords of purple lightning flash the sky, thunder booming, and it's like you're dancing, the way you move so effortlessly.

You hook his hands in yours, "Doesn't this feel good?"

He feels like all his sins are being washed away, all the impurities and muck that clung onto him after nineteen years of existence. His heart nearly jumps out of his throat every time he looks at you.

He cups your chin and kisses you. When he feels the threadbare resistance, he kisses harsher, tongue and teeth swallowing your protests, coaxing your mouth open with a skillful pinch to your nipple. He pulls away just before you feel like all your breath has been robbed.

You're stunned speechless, "Eren...I...h-have a boyf-"

He kisses you again. And this time you kiss back, holding nothing back.

taglist: @candy-hime @cinnamon-n-roses @forwardpair

inspo: @candy-hime's rich boy!shoto. the iconic golf club one <3

[spneveryseason]

Run Boy Run

Summary: Dean and Sam have been on the run since they were kids, for as long as they can remember. They don't know why, only that their dad's last words to them were that they have to keep running.

Sam first sees her at the library.

It felt like something out of a movie. He’d been carrying his very heavy toolkit, awkwardly placed, and needed a minute to reorient himself to leave. So, he stumbled to the nearest table and deposited his things on it, making to pick it up. He looked up, only to meet the gorgeous blue eyes of the woman who had also looked up at that exact moment.

The blue eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiles. “Hi,” She says, looking over at his kit. “Do you need any help?”

Sam looks down at the kit, then quickly back at her. “Nah,” He says, feeling his face start to heat up.

She notices, though. “I’m Jess, by the way,” She says, putting her book back on the table. “I’m a freshman. Psych major. You wouldn’t know it, though, from these-” she points to her book: Demonology. “I’m taking an English class this semester.”

“Sam,” He replies, feeling his face redden further. “And, uh, I’m not a student. I just work here.”

“Oh!” Jess says, surprising spreading on her face. “You look young, though.”

“I am,” Sam says, heart beating faster. “I’m eighteen. But, you know. Gotta work.”

The few seconds silence feels like torture. “Makes sense,” Jess finally says. “This place is expensive as hell.”

Sam feels a weight vanish from his chest. “You’re telling me,” He says.

“I am, actually,” She says, gesturing in front of her. “Wanna sit here and let me tell you more?”

Sam really should get going. He has to be here early tomorrow, and Dean’s worry if he’s late.

“Yeah,” He says, plopping down in front of her.

-

Dean notices right away, of course.

The minute Sam opens the door to the motel, stumbling forward with his kit in his arms, Dean swoops over to meet him.

“Hey,” He says, grabbing the box in support as Sam’s steps stutter. “Whoa, whattya have in here? Rocks?”

“Funny,” Sam says as they slowly lever the kit down on the floor. “Just, you know. A lot of tools.”

“You’re a lot of tools,” Dean steps back, squinting at him. “Is that why you took so long today? Hell, I got back before you did today.”

To his dismay, Sam feels his face start to heat up. “Shut up,” He snaps. “It was just the usual. You know.”

Dean’s stare turns piercing. “Oh yeah?”

Sam feels his flush deepen. “Yeah.”

Dean holds his gaze, and a slow smile spreads across his face. “Hey, Sammy,” He says. “Did you, uh, meet someone interesting, maybe? A very good looking someone?”

“Oh my god Dean,” Sam says, covering his face.

“You did!” Dean crows, laughing. “Is that why you’re so late? Did you do some, uh, overtime?”

Sam sighs, giving up. “I just talked to her for a bit,” He says. “She’s a student there. At Stanford.”

Dean’s grin dims noticeably. “You were careful?”

Here we go. “Yes, Dean,” Sam says, deliberate. “No full name, no identifying information.”

“Good,” Dean says, face relaxing. “Have fun, Do whatever. Just…just lay low, okay? And remember-”

“Don’t get attached,” Sam sighs. “I know.”

-

“Dad, we’re home!” Sammy yells, practically skipping through the front door of the house.

“He probably isn’t back yet, dipshit,” Dean responds, coming in after him at a much more sedate pace. “Anyway, even if he is home he’s probably sleeping, so. Good job there, Loudest Kid in Kansas.”

“Dad!” Sammy yells again, tossing his backpack near the front door. “Dean called me a dipshit!”

Dean places his bag next to Sammy’s and kicks off his sneakers. “You know,” He says. “Eight is too old to tattle like that.”

Sammy doesn’t listen. “Dad!” He insists, barreling forward, making his way towards the open door of his dad’s bedroom. “Did you hear-”

He steps inside, cutting himself off. “Huh,” He says, looking around. “Dad’s not here.”

“Told you!” Dean yells at him from the distance.

“But his door’s open!” Sammy yells back. “If his door’s open it means he’s here!”

He hears Dean yell something back, but before he can take in the words he feels something drip on top of his head. “Ew!” Sammy squeals, feeling his hair, and looking up to see-

His father. On the ceiling. And his stomach…

His stomach…

Sammy screams, loud and high pitched and sustained, and feels more than sees Dean rush into the room after him.

His eyes are fixed on his Dad’s face, on his mouth, which is moving now, opening in a croak, and Sammy’s sweating, it’s getting hot in here, why is it getting hot?

Their dad breathes out a wheeze, then finally speaks. “Run,” He croaks, orange spreading out behind him. “Don’t look back.”

-

He keeps seeing Jess.

It starts out as coincidental-she loves studying at the library that seems to be constantly falling apart-and grows to become something a bit more intentional.

“You’re here almost as much as I am,” She tells him once, two weeks in. “I think you should class credits for that alone.”

Sam laughs. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of repairs I’ve had to do in here,” He says. “How you guys are leaving here alive is beyond me.”

“Speaking of,” Jess says, sliding a book (Witches in Early America) towards him. “Help me out? I need to take notes again.”

Sam glances at his watch, then sits down. “I think you only hang out with me for my note taking skills,” He says, dragging the book towards him.

“You caught me,” Jess chuckles, resting a hand on her chin. “For real, though, you’re amazing at this. Ever thought of going for academia for real?”

Sam looks at the book, blinking the words into clarity. “Sometimes,” He says.

-

“Let’s think about heading out,” Dean says.

Sam drops his piece of pizza back onto his plate. “What?”

“Yeah,” Dean says, leaning back on his chair. “It’s been, what, like a month and a half? We need to keep moving.”

“Do we?” Sam asks his pizza.

There’s a pointed silence.

“You know we do,” Dean says. “Dad told us to-”

“I know what Dad told us,” Sam interrupts, lifting his head to look at Dean. “I was there. But, Dean. It’s been ten years. And nothing.”

“Yeah,” Dean says, brows furrowed. “Because we don’t stay anywhere longer than a couple months, Sam. We’ve seen nothing because we don’t let anything catch us.”

Sam shakes his head. “For how long?” He asks. “How long are we supposed to-”

“Where’s this coming from, huh?” Dean interrupts, crossing his arms. “You know the deal. You’ve always known the deal. And, as you reminded me just now, you know why. You saw everything.”

“I was eight,” Sam says, feeling…something, boiling within his chest. “I don’t know what I saw.”

Dean suddenly slams his hands back on the table. “Don’t do that!” He yells. “You know what you saw! You know there’s danger out there that we don’t understand. We have to be safe, you hear me? I have to keep you safe!”

Sam pushes himself to his feet. “What’s safe gotten us?” He yells back. “Constant running? Always broke? Living out of motels? Taking whatever odd jobs we can find for shit pay? What kind of life did safe give us? I want to go to school, to college! I don’t want safe, I want normal!”

Dean breaths out once. Twice. “I know,” He says, leaning on the table, hanging his head. “I know it’s been hard. I’ve tried my best here.”

Sam feels guilt start to blossom. “I know,” He says. “But, Dean. You were twelve.”

Dean looks back up at him. “And I’m twenty two now,” He says. “And…we gotta do what we gotta do to survive, okay? Because…because there’s nothing else we can do.”

“We don’t know that,” Sam says quietly. “We don’t know-I know what I thought I saw, back then. But…I don’t know. It could’ve been trauma, you know? How do you know that my kid mind didn’t make it all up? After seeing Dad…however he was then?”

Something passes over Dean’s face. “You didn’t,” He says. “Just…just trust me. And get ready, okay? Get ready to leave soon, even that girl that’s been giving you ideas.”

“She hasn’t-”

“It happens,” Dean interrupts. “You gotta learn how to let them go, kiddo. For everyone’s sake.”

-

They stand outside the burning house together.

Sammy clutches onto Dean’s arm. He thinks he’s crying, but he can’t really tell. He can’t really tell anything.

“What happened, Sammy?” Dean asks, staring blankly into the fire. “What did you see?”

Sammy just stares, feeling the heat hit his face.

Dean whirls around in front of him, kneeling down and gripping his shoulders. “What did you see?”

“Dad,” Sammy stutters, “Dad on…on the ceiling. And….and…”

Dean’s grip tightens. “Okay,” He says, standing back up. “Okay. We need to get out of here, okay? We need to run.”

Sammy flinches at the words. “He said that,” He says. “Before he..he said to run. And not to look back.”

Dean’s breath stutters in his chest. He grabs Sammy’s hand. “Let’s go,” He says, to the sounds of sirens in the background.

-

“I think we’re leaving soon,” Sam tells her.

She sets her book (Mythologies of 17th century Europe) down, face serious. “Why?”

Sam shrugs. “Job’s finished,” He says, mouth dry. “Time to move on.”

Jess frowns. “Do you want to?” She asks.

Sam blinks furiously. “More than anything, no.” He says.

“Okay,” Jess says, getting up and moving to sit in the seat next to him. “Okay. So. Let’s make a plan, okay? For what to do next.”

She leans over, grabs his hand. “Okay,” He says, curling his fingers around her own. “Like what?”

“You should apply,” Jess says. “Not here, necessarily. But. It’s an option. We’ll do some research and see where you can go to college.”

Sam chokes out a laugh. “I don’t even have my high school diploma,” He says, ducking his head.

He feels Jess’ grip on his hand tighten. “It’s doesn’t matter,” She says. “We’ll get you through this.”

He looks up again to Jess, hovering right in front of his face. He only has the capacity to nod before she closes in, pressing her lips to his.

-

Sam stumbles back home, breathing hard.

His thoughts are a jumble in his head. He wants to get out, he wants to be free so bad but..

Dean. How can he leave Dean alone? Dean, perpetually afraid that something is after them?

There’s also the ever present undercurrent of fear that something is out there, but…

He needs to ignore that. He needs to relearn.

He turns onto the road that takes him to the motel, deep in thought. He notices the early winter air turning chilly, and tucks his jacket closer around his body.

Sam looks back up, almost tripping over his own feet. There, on the street corner near the motel, is a garishly dressed figure, with white and red face paint and a manic grin.

A clown of all things. Fucking fantastic.

Sam keeps an eye on it wearily, staying as far away as he possibly can. Halloween had just passed so maybe this was someone going to a related party or something, but…

That’s when he notices the quiet. There’s nobody else around, and all sound seems to have just…stopped. Not even the wind seems to be blowing.

Sam feels goosebumps start to rise on his skin, and jogs into a fast walk.

As he passes the figure, it turns his head to follow him, eyes locked onto him. “Oh,” It lisps, nearly causing Sam to trip over his own feet. “Oh. You don’t know, do you?”

Sam can’t help it. He starts running.

“You will,” He hears at his back, growing fainter with distance. “You will.”

Shaking, he reaches the motel room and fumbles the keys into the lock, throwing open the door in record time. Dean can’t know, He thinks, stumbling back into the motel room. About anything.

-

Sam arrives at the library just after the door unlock to the general public.

He glances down at his cell phone, double checks the text (I’ll be here super early today, come on by ;)) before slowly pushing the door open and walking through.

Jess usually doesn’t tell him to come by early, so Sam is hopeful she called him by to talk over some plans or something. Or, well…

Without meaning to, he lifts up his hand a touches a finger to his lips. Maybe…maybe.

He makes his way over to their usual table, hope fluttering in his chest. He can already see that she isn’t there, but her setup is: a closed book, a notebook, and two pens. So, he isn’t worried. She’ll show up soon enough.

He levers himself onto his seat across from her, then mindlessly reaches out to move the book towards him. Maybe I can help her with some of this, he thinks, flipping it around to read the title. It looks familiar, it’s-

Something drips on his head.

-

Later, Dean shows up.

Sam is still standing there in the cold morning air, staring at the smoke still billowing out of the library door, surrounded by the screams of fire engines. He barely even notices Dean come up to him, place a worried hand on his shoulder. “Sam?”

Sam looks up at him, the fire’s heat suffusing his face.

“What happened, Sam?” Dean says, the look in his eyes revealing that he fears the answer. “What-”

“She’s gone,” Sam says dully. “Jess. She’s gone. Like dad.”

Dean’s face goes white. “Shit, Sammy,” He breathes, tugging on his arm. “I’m so so-okay. Okay. We gotta go, okay? We gotta run.”

Sam shakes his head, staring down at the book in his arms. The one he snagged from Jess’s side of the table, the one that he didn’t find time to let go of. The one he saw Jess reading the first day they met.

“No,” He says, gripping the book tighter. “No more running, Dean. No more secrets. There’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there? About all this?”

He hears Dean stutter on a breath. “Sammy,” He says, exhausted. “There’s something you should know. About mom.”

Sam gives a short, sharp, nod. “Okay,” He says, extending the book to Dean: Demonology. “We have work to do.”

For summergen: ao3 link

[forbidding-souda]

Miu with a princess s/o

Miu Iruma with a princess s/o

les claypool show tomorrow W

and my piercings are healing hella good this shit is fire asf my tongue swelling has gone down (a little but it's noticable in terms of how it was before)

currently watching: Goofiest Game Ever

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-Mod Souda

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✯ Royalty, it's strict and its keen, it's developed from years and years of commitment and legalities, but you have a bit of a rebellious spirit, aren't you? You went beyond what the 'ideal' partner for you is. You were supposed to be paired with a prince, somebody from a neighboring kingdom who would bring richness to your family and the bloodline. You didn't care to pursue that future. Miu is beautiful and she is the supportive, entertaining, and equally mutinous person that you want. The thing that you like the most is how she does not treat you like a princess. It is something that caught you off guard at first. She was not afraid to be her true self around you (i.e. naked) and she doesn't censor herself. You are used to people giving you calming smiles and having gentle tones. She is nothing like that.

You bite the inside of your lip, giving her the bag. You tried to make her feel more at-home by ordering your servant to buy the cheapest looking bag from the dollar store. She sits inside of your bedroom, the room bigger than her kitchen and living room combined, with the color of golds and whites making her presence feel unclean. "I hope you like it," you say softly. You honestly don't know if she will. When she starts opening it, you suddenly get more nervous, so you start to talk again. "It's something I've been thinking about for awhile. I know you don't wear the jewelry that my parents give you, and that's fine, I mean, I don't either, and I know you probably won't wear this too but as long as you know that it means a lot to me then..." She opens the box inside and looks at the necklace. It's wired and holds a bright blue jewel on the inside. She looks up at you. You give her a desperate smile. "It's the same color as your eyes." "S-Seriously?.. Did you really... get this for me?" "Well, yeah. I got it made for you, too, look." You take it from her hands and turn it around. The wire holding it together is shaped into a big, filled heart that spells out her name in the inside. "Just for you." "What?! Why would you even do this?" Her cheeks get red. "Just take it," you ignore her high guards. "I know you love me." "Y-Yeah, yeah, yeah." She snatches it, putting it over her head and around her neck. "Maybe I do."

✯ She can say that all of her inventions are sponsored by you and your family (and she does say this).

✯ If the two of you are public then she gets a lot more opportunities when it comes to who commissions her and who wants to view her high-tier products.

✯ TBH, when it comes to presenting herself in front of royals and such, she enjoys the makeover. She likes when people do her hair and makeup. And even though she keeps accidentally smearing it, and her boobs don't seem to fit in any dress tailored, she likes the look of appreciation you get when you see her dressed as if she was expensive.

✯ ^ She doesn't change her mannerisms, though.

✯ Tbh as much as I wanna be like bleh ur family hates her! I literally can only imagine them liking her. Horrible comparison but like a jester. They think she's so funny and unique.

✯ They dress her up in jewels and the most elaborate things just because they love treating her.

✯ It's so funny when, outside of her house, a huge limo will pull up to bring her over. Sometimes she goes in wearing only her bra and some pajama pants and sunglasses, other times it's just her robe (even if it's at like 4pm).

✯ The really like only thing she takes seriously is paparazzi. She will pose stiffly for them and then laugh at the photos, thinking it's so funny how it's like looking in through a window, as if it isn't her she's looking at.

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: Wanda's boyfriend continues to be an aggravation in your life, causing some distance between you and Wanda

warning/s: none

author's note: i really appreciate the feedback you guys gave in the last part – it’s always motivating to read your reactions/comments 🥰

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Sorting things out with Wanda made everything return to normal in no time. So much in fact that she decided I was worth inviting to her and her brother's birthday party.

Never in a million years did I expect the most popular girl in our grade to know who I was, let alone invite me to her birthday party, so to say I was surprised was an understatement.

"It's not a big deal if you can't make it," she said when she handed me the invitation in class. "I mean, I'd love it if you could, but yeah, no pressure."

I was in awe, accepting the invite and reading it quickly. It must have been a pretty expensive party if she was giving out special invites, that's for sure.

"You want me to come?" I asked, still unsure whether this was a joke or not.

"Only if you want to," she said quickly, eyes darting around the room and anywhere but at me. "Like I said, you don't have to. It's not a big deal and– I– yeah." She pressed her lips together and stopped rambling, offering me a small smile.

"Thanks," I said quietly, slotting the invite in my notebook. "I'll, er, I'll think about it."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and faced forward, nodding. "Yeah, sure, no rush."

After that awkward conversation, I discovered she'd also invited Y/BF/N, the two of them developing a little friendship the more she'd hung out with me. He didn't mind going, but only wanted to do so if I went.

"I feel like I kinda don't wanna go," I admitted to him after school as we were studying in the library.

"Oh?" He rose an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

I played with the pencil in my hand. "I don't know, it's just– it's gonna be full of all of her other friends. And they don't really like me. Plus, her dick of a boyfriend is gonna be there. I just think she might have invited me to be nice. Like she might have felt like she had to because we sit together, y'know?"

"I think you know that isn't true," he said knowingly. "Maybe, just maybe, she actually wants us there, wants you there, to celebrate her birthday."

I chewed the inside of my mouth, giving it some thought. But the idea of going to Wanda's house party and seeing a bunch of people I didn't care about getting pissed wasn't comforting. Besides, even if I went, I'd probably see Wanda once before she'd get scooped away by Nate. What was the point?

"Nah, I don't think I'm going," I decided. "She won't notice. I'll just get her a present instead."

Y/BF/N sighed, clearly not impressed with my answer. Nonetheless, he said, "Okay, suit yourself."

"You can go if you want," I added, knowing his presence wasn't linked with mine.

"No Y/N, no party," he said with a dismissive shrug, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Such a good friend," I said teasingly, but there was truth to my words. And I knew he knew that. 

When I saw photos and videos of Wanda and Pietro's party all over my social media the day after, I knew I'd made the right choice in not going. It was the same visuals of everyone getting drunk, doing stupid shit and making a mess. Call me a loser, but that wasn't really my scene. Pietro and Wanda both seemed to enjoy it though, judging from the pictures.

Instead, I bought her a birthday present, knowing I didn't have to but I kind of wanted to, and planned to give it to her when she turned up to class. It was her birthday today, despite throwing the party over the weekend, so I hoped it would make up for my absence (thought I doubted she noticed).

She showed up and settled beside me as I was writing the date in my notebook, making me look up to see she'd made an extra effort to dress up for her birthday, looking fancier than usual. I couldn't help but smile at the giant '18' birthday badge pinned to her jacket.

"Happy birthday, Wanda," was the first thing I said when I saw her. "You look amazing."

A bashful smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, Y/N."

"I hope your party went well," I said, giving her my full attention whilst trying not to drool over how beautiful she looked.

Surprisingly, her smile faded and her eyebrows knitted together. "Yeah, it did... could you not make it? I tried looking for you and– yeah..."

I opened my mouth to speak, admittedly a little embarrassed that she'd caught me out. I was sure she wouldn't notice – the pictures made it seem like there were loads of guests, I'd definitely have blended in if I were there – but clearly I was mistaken.

"I just thought–" she began, before shaking her head. "Never mind."

"Sorry, I thought–" I started, but like her, didn't know what to say. "Parties aren't my thing," I admitted truthfully. "But it looked fun. You enjoyed it, right?"

She nodded, a small forced smile on her lips. "Yeah, right. It's cool. No biggie."

I swallowed awkwardly. It seemed like a biggie and now I felt bad.

"I, er, got you a gift," I blurted, hoping to change the subject. Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out the terribly wrapped present and held it out nervously. "I hope you, er, like it."

Her eyebrows raised as her eyes flickered between the present and I. "Oh? You didn't have to. I wasn't expecting anything."

Was it hot in here or was it just me?

I pulled my collar away from my neck, hoping to circulate some air. "I wanted to. It's not a big deal."

She accepted the gift, fingers brushing mine and making me even more nervous, before opening it up. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she revealed a brand new leather paintbrush carry case.

"The one you always carry around is tattered and falling apart, so I thought I'd get you a new one," I explained, feeling like I had to. "I mean, unless the other one has some sort of sentimental value, then in that case, I can just return this."

"Are you kidding? I love it!" she exclaimed, looking to me with a grin. "It's beautiful, Y/N. I don't even know what else to say."

My shoulders relaxed, a relieved smile tugging at my lips. "Good. Th-that's good. I'm glad you like it."

Without warning, she moved forward off her stool and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. I was startled, unable to think straight with her body pressed so close to mine and her floral perfume wafting into my nose. Why did she have to smell so good?

"Thank you," she muttered, pulling away but not quite letting go. Her eyes were glowing as they watched me carefully, accompanying her weak-in-the-knees smile. I was sure I'd melt. "It means a lot."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear I'd say something stupid. I resisted the urge to look down at her lips, which were pulled into a small, appreciative smile. She let go of me, looking to the case again and unravelling it. I caught my breath meanwhile, my senses still on override as her perfume lingered.

She was just so damn beautiful.

—

"Okay, how about this – robotic or organic aliens. Which would you rather invade our planet?" Y/BF/N asked.

I chuckled at his question. "Definitely haven't thought about that one, but let's see..."

We were hanging in the bleachers out near the football field as we waited for football practice to end. Y/BF/N had a Film project to do and needed to film the field, so I offered to help like the good friend I was.

"Probably organic," I answered as I balanced on the bleachers, standing up and tiptoeing down them like steps. "At least we could reason with them if they tried to kill us because they'd have a conscience. Robotic aliens would just be programmed to take over and that's it."

Y/BF/N seemed against the idea as he played with his camera. "Yeah, but if they were robotic, all we'd have to do is launch a missile at them and they'd explode. You can break metal. It's harder to break organic matter."

I stifled a laugh. "You've given this much thought, I see."

He gave me a knowing look. "You telling me you don't think aliens exist?"

I stopped tiptoeing and stood still as I looked down at him with humoured eyes. "You know I know aliens exist."

He waved his hand like that was enough reasoning. "There you go then!"

I laughed, wondering how he thought of this stuff, then continued to balance as I walked down the bleachers. Probably the wrong choice as when I heard a voice call me, I looked up, saw it was Wanda, then proceeded to miss a step and fall onto my arse.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, moving forward to help me.

My face heated up as Y/BF/N laughed his arse off beside me. I accepted Wanda's hand and let her pull me up, before letting go immediately when I could handle it myself. Her presence always made me nervous, but this was just terrible.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, glancing at her and freezing at her piercing gaze and suppressed smile.

"You sure?" she asked, glancing at Y/BF/N, before trying to hide her own laughter.

Fuck me, why was I such a mess whenever she was around?

"Very sure," I said, though my back began to ache from where I hit it. "What's up, anyway?"

Y/BF/N finally shut up, to my relief, and Wanda minimised her laughter before scratching her head.

"I'm waiting for practice to end so I can take Pietro home," she said, nodding to the field. "I saw you both sat here and thought I'd say hi. Are you guys watching practice?"

"Not really," I answered, before tilting my head to Y/BF/N. "We're just waiting for it to end so Y/BF/N can film for his project."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting," she said, intrigued and looking to him now. "What's that about?"

As he caught her up on it, I found myself checking Wanda out without realising. She was animated as she listened to Y/BF/N talk about his assignment, eyes giving him all of her attention, and a permanent smile was fixed on her lips as she listened to him. Though it wasn't directed at me, I felt butterflies swirling a storm in my stomach and clutched it, hoping they'd go away. I loved and hated the feeling all at once.

Breaking me from my reverie, a football flew past all three of us and hit the bleachers, startling us all. We looked in the direction it came from and saw the football team looking back at us, some laughing and some disgruntled. Two players ran towards us and when they got close enough, I made them out as Pietro and Nate.

Nate was laughing as he looked between us all, before his gaze fell on me. "It's Y/N, right? I feel like I'm always throwing that thing at you. Sorry about that."

But his constant laughing and lack of guilt refuted his words. I merely clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes his way, not that he seemed to care nor notice. I was a mere fly in a world that revolved around him. He'd never notice.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were over here," he added, looking to Wanda. "You okay?"

Wanda crossed her arms and seemed frustrated. "I'm fine, Nate. Just get your ball."

He shrugged and grabbed his ball. Before leaving, he pressed a kiss to Wanda's cheek which made me wince, but she made no attempt in enjoying it. He didn't seem to care as he took off running back to his team. Pietro smiled apologetically at the three of us.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "He can be such a dick sometimes."

That was the understatement of the century.

With that, he turned and ran back to his team to finish up. Wanda sighed, running a hand through her hair, as Y/BF/N and I exchanged glances.

"I should get the car running," she said awkwardly, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and towards the car park. "Good luck with your assignment, Y/BF/N. And I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N."

Waving goodbye with an awkward smile, I watched her leave and wondered the same thing I always did whenever Nate decided to make an appearance in my life.

How could she be dating such a dick?

—

Apart from the birthday party I didn't go to, I'd never been invited (or had a reason to go) to Wanda's house. I'd seen it, rode my bike past it, but never actually been in it. So, when she invited me to her place to work on a project we'd been assigned in class, I was unsure how to feel. She was adamant though and I had no reason to say no, so the only thing left to do was say yes. Even when she offered to drive me there after school.

"This is your car?" I asked with disbelief.

I knew absolutely nothing about cars, but I wasn't blind. Hers was a gorgeous deep red colour with a convertible roof that was currently lowered so anyone in it would feel the sun on their back and wind in their hair.

"Yeah, you like it?" she asked as she got into the driver's seat.

I gulped and sat in the passenger's seat, throwing my backpack at my feet. "It's so nice. You sure you don't mind me drinking in this?"

I had a Pepsi bottle in my hand and was deathly afraid of opening it now in case I spilt it and the cleaning bill would be more than I made in a year at the pizza parlour.

She laughed, already pulling out of the car park. "Of course. Don't be silly."

I glanced in her direction, trying not to get distracted by how good she looked in the driver's seat. She was wearing a red leather jacket, funnily enough, matching the exterior of her car, and she had dark eyeliner around her eyes, accentuating the shape and colour of them and leaving me speechless whenever she looked my way.

"There's CDs in the glove compartment," she was saying as she focused on the road. "Or you can mess around with the radio. It's up to you."

"CDs?" I asked, it piquing my interest. I reached into the glove compartment, adding, "What is this, the 2000s?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, accepting my teasing, as I flicked through the small stack of albums.

"I don't know, I guess I just like having the physical version," she said with a shrug. "It's kind of like a collection."

I chuckled at her need to explain herself, watching the way she rubbed her neck nervously, smiling with embarrassment. Looking back to the albums, a particular one grabbed my attention and I plucked it out with raised brows.

"Oh my God, you like Paramore?" I asked, looking to her with surprise. "Now it's definitely the 2000s."

Her cheeks flushed as she grew flustered. I nudged her in the side gently, getting her attention briefly.

"I'm kidding," I reassured, tilting my head her way playfully. "I actually love Paramore. They're my favourite band."

"Really?" she asked with surprise as I put the CD in her car. I hummed in response, to which she continued, "Have you ever seen them live?"

As For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic played quietly in the background, I nodded my head. "Yeah, once. It was a few years ago, but the tickets were shitty and I could just about make them out on stage in the distance."

Wanda laughed, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "No, that's so sad!"

I chuckled in agreement. "Yeah. It was, but oh well. They have a tour coming up this summer, right? Maybe I can get better tickets this time 'round... what about you? Have you ever seen them live?"

She hummed, making a turn at some traffic lights and chewing her lower lip as she focused on doing so. It was definitely the wrong time, but I found myself admiring how attractive it was, especially when her jaw tensed and her defined jawline was on display.

"Yeah, I saw them a few times," she finally responded, pulling me from my stupor. "Some really good seats, some really shitty ones." She giggled at the end, making me smile. "Maybe we could go to that concert in the summer. If you're up for it?"

This seemed like one of those times where you made plans with a friend that you knew would never happen, so to not cause an awkwardness in the conversation, I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, maybe."

She glanced at me and I mirrored her smile, the flash of excitement in her eyes knocking me breathless.

When we reached her house, I was awestruck at how big it was from the inside. I mean, it looked huge from the outside, but the inside was even better. Her family were rich, I knew that, but this was some other level of rich.

"Here, c'mon, I'll get you a drink, then we can go into the dining room to start," Wanda said, failing to recognise my amazement and instead leading me to the kitchen. "We have tropical juice, apple juice, water, Sprite, Cola... which d'you want?"

I settled at the island, taking a seat and subtly admiring her kitchen. "Er, apple juice is fine with me."

She smiled brightly before pouring me a glass, whilst pouring herself some Sprite. Standing opposite me, we both took a moment to have a drink, but didn't get chance to exchange words as her mum entered the room and noticed me instantly.

"Y/N, it's so lovely to see you again!" she said kindly, patting me on the shoulder before heading to the fridge. "You girls hanging out? Studying?"

"We have a project," Wanda filled in as I nodded in agreement. "We alright to claim the dining room?"

After grabbing some water from the fridge, Wanda's mum pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek. "Sure thing, sweetie. If you need anything, just let me know." Smiling once more at me, she said, "It's good to see you, Y/N."

"You too," I said with a friendly smile before she left.

"Come on," Wanda said, motioning for me to follow. "We have tons to do."

The next hour and a half was spent with Wanda and I planning out our project, our work sprawled along the dining table messily. We were making progress, until she got a call suddenly. It seemed serious as she gave me an apologetic glance and excused herself. I let her go and leaned back in my seat, wondering what I could do as I waited for her to return. That thought was resolved quite quickly when Pietro popped his head in the doorway and spotted me.

"Y/N! What an honour to welcome you to our humble abode," he exclaimed, entering the room fully. "What brings you here?"

Pietro's presence always brought an amused smile to my lips. "Wanda and I are working on a Chemistry project. She's just nipped out for a phone call."

He tutted dramatically, crossing his arms. "Well, well, well. We can't have that! Wanda needs to learn to entertain her guests. C'mon. I was about to head to the gaming room and could use the company."

I was visibly surprised. "You have a gaming room? Dude, that's awesome!"

He laughed. "C'mon."

Joining Pietro, the two of us headed to this so-called gaming room and I was not disappointed. There was a huge TV with a PlayStation and Nintendo Switch connected to it, a snooker table, a foosball table, a dart board, some old arcade games – it was amazing, any gamer's biggest dream.

"What you feeling, princess?" he said with that flirtatious smile of his.

I rolled my eyes playfully. He was being overtly flirty, more so than his sister was – was it a Maximoff personality trait or something? – and I wasn't sure whether he meant it or was just being his usual self.

"Are you flirting?" I deadpanned, tilting my head curiously. "I can't tell."

He pocketed his hands, swinging back on the heels of his feet. "That depends. Is it working?"

Despite my lack of interest in him like that, I felt my face heat up at the attention. "Pietro, I must tell you that any moves you attempt to make kind of won't work."

"And why's that?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the snooker table with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Am I not your type?"

"Unless you change into a girl, then no," I played along, making him flush with embarrassment. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm gay."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," he mumbled to himself, before sighing and meeting my eyes. "We can still be friends, right? Or is that forbidden since you're already friends with my sister?"

I laughed and approached him. "Friends works. I don't think Wanda will care. I certainly don't."

He grinned. "Awesome! Well, d'you wanna play a round of foosball?"

"Sure," I said with an amused expression. "Bet I can kick your arse."

He pushed himself off the table and feigned surprise. "Oh? Game on, Y/L/N."

I didn't realise how long Wanda had been on the phone until I managed to get through three rounds of foosball and was in the middle of a snooker game with Pietro.

"You may have beat me at foosball, but you're terrible at this," he pointed out with stifled laughter.

I'd missed my third shot and it was more funny than it was embarrassing.

"Your talking distracts me," I said dismissively, before lining up the next shot with my cue.

He watched as I tried to take my shot before sighing loudly. I glanced at him with a quirked brow.

"You have a thought you'd like to share?" I asked playfully.

He hesitated, moving forward to correct my posture. "Look, if you just aim it like this–"

"Don't even think about it, Romeo," I said jokingly, standing up straight and pushing him away gently. "I know what you're thinking."

He laughed. "What? I was just going to help you aim!"

I gave him a knowing look. "So holding me close is just a bonus?"

"Fine, take your shot without my help and see what happens," he said dismissively, waving his hand.

"I'll do just that," I said with confidence, before bending down and taking my shot. The ball hit the other and neither were pocketed, which was an achievement as I'd got the cue ball in several times before, but still pretty shit as I didn't score any points.

Pietro smiled with satisfaction, leaning on his cue. "You happy with that?"

I held in a laugh as I looked to him. "Shut up."

He chuckled before bumping me out the way. "Now for the professional."

Bending down to take his shot, he pulled back his cue before hitting the balls. They rolled around on the table and one ball was about to go in, but I quickly grabbed it before he could get the point.

"Y/N!" he shouted between laughter. "That's cheating!"

"Technically we didn't establish rules," I pointed out, before moving backwards as he tried to grab it from my hand. "What do you say to calling it a draw and playing something else?"

"I say that's a childish way to admit you've lost," he responded, before moving forward quickly. I dodged his attempt and he pursed his lips. "Y/N."

"Pietro."

He smirked. "Seriously?"

I grinned.

He tried to grab it again and ended up chasing me around the room as I avoided giving in. Taking the piss out of Y/BF/N enough times had prepared me for moments like this, so I was able to avoid Pietro long enough to run into whoever walked through the door.

"Shit, Wanda, I'm sorry," I said between laughter, steadying both me and her.

She smiled with confusion, about to speak, but Pietro caught up to me and lifted me up, throwing me onto the couch before I could protest.

"No more cheating," he said sternly, as I lifted my head from the pile of cushions on the couch to look up at him.

"You're an arse," I said, pushing myself up off the couch.

"And you're a sore loser!"

We had a mini staring competition before the two of erupted into laughter.

"You're not half bad, Pietro," I complimented as he helped me up.

"Thank you, princess," he said, the flirtatious smile on his lips again.

I shoved him in the shoulder playfully before looking to Wanda, who was chewing on her lip as she looked between Pietro and I with an unreadable expression.

"So, what prompted you to leave Y/N alone for an hour?" Pietro asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, making me shove him away. He grinned at me before looking to Wanda.

"Nate called," Wanda responded carefully, arms crossed as she continued to look between us. God, I hoped she didn't think Pietro and I liked each other. That would be embarrassing.

Pietro scoffed from beside me, making Wanda sigh with annoyance.

"Don't start, Piet," she said and gave him a look which he seemed to understand.

By the sounds of it, Pietro didn't seem to like Wanda's dick of a boyfriend either. That was strange since wasn't impressing the brother the first part of being in a relationship with someone? And they were on the same football team, so I figured he'd at least tolerate him.

"Are we alright to get back to studying?" Wanda asked, directing her stare to me. The annoyance she held for Pietro was still present in her eyes and I suddenly felt nervous when she looked my way.

"Yeah, of course," I said, before giving Pietro a half-smile. "Rematch at snooker next time. Sound good?"

"Try to keep the balls on the table and we'll see," he teased, before nodding to Wanda. "You should get back to your project before Wanda kills us both with her deadly glare."

I smiled awkwardly, looking back to Wanda as she was indeed glaring at her brother. Clearly there was some sibling rivalry going on here, and I definitely didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I headed to Wanda, signalling I was ready to leave.

The two of us headed back to the dining room in an uncomfortable silence. I felt like I'd done something wrong and she was giving me the silent treatment which was strange. Then I figured it was probably something with Nate that made her annoyed, so didn't question it too much.

We sat back down and I looked at what we'd done so far to try and pick up where we left off, but then she spoke out of the blue, taking me by surprise.

"Do you like my brother?"

It was so abrupt that I took a moment to acknowledge it, blinking. "What?"

"Pietro," she clarified, saying it with such dismissiveness like it wasn't a big deal. Her attention was on the books before us as she continued, "Do you like him?"

I tried not to laugh as I shook my head. "No, Wanda. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But yeah, no, I don't like him like that."

She chewed her lip, nodding, but I swear I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. I hoped it wasn't the thought of Pietro and I that made her annoyed. I wasn't that bad, was I? I know she cared about her brother and was probably overprotective, but me being his girlfriend couldn't have been that bad, right?

We got back to work in no time, getting a lot done. I didn't realise how late it was getting until Wanda's mum poked her head in, asking if I wanted to stay for dinner.

"Dinner?" I asked, eyebrows raising with surprise. I checked my watch and realised how long I'd been here. "Damn, maybe I should head back."

"Nonsense, you must stay," her mum insisted. "Y/M/N won't mind. A daughter of hers is a daughter of mine."

"You can even sleepover if you want," Wanda offered, and I almost choked on my own spit. "It's getting pretty late."

I shook my head, forcing a small smile so they wouldn't get offended. "Honestly, it's fine. I can head back."

"Please?" Wanda asked with a hopeful expression. "It's the least I can do. I kinda wasted your time for an hour earlier..."

"I should ask my mum," I said, chewing on the inside of my mouth.

"Oh, I'll ring and let her know," Wanda's mum said breezily, before looking to Wanda. "D'you think you can clear your things up? Your brother is gonna set the table."

"Sure, mum." Wanda smiled her way as she left, before looking to me. "I've got clothes and a spare toothbrush you can use tonight."

I smiled awkwardly, nodding. Sleeping over at my crush's house wasn't how I thought I'd be spending my Wednesday evening, yet here we were.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

It's Luka's birthday :D

4 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#4

You know what I realized?

I haven't drawn Luka since I was like 13, now I'm 21 about to be 22.

If you're wondering why, it's stupid.

I got bullied off DeviantArt because I had a stamp that said Len and Rin are twins to me and that Luka was my favorite vocaloid. So yeah people wrote really awful thing on my profile and notes just because I said I liked Luka more than Miku / I also said that I actually liked Meiko x Kaito. ((I shipped her with Kiyoteru at the time) lol

I'm just going to start doing more vocaloid fan art. It's been too long

11 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

#3

I've been sick but I'm feeling a lot better.

Really want to get drawing, but I don't have any inspiration.

Give me some ideas. Please

In the meantime please have this chibi Luisa

70 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

#2

I felt sick yesterday again, so I mostly spent it sleeping, but now it's nearly 2:30 a.m. I can't sleep, and I wanna draw.

I got this suggestion from @lafamilia-madrigal , but there's no way I have enough braincells to draw a full scene. My head still hurts

Should probably draw someone else, but I can't help it.

[-Also I finally found a place that does piercings with anesthesia but it's kinds expensive :( - ] [ Check out my redbubble so I can actually get them done]

The suggestion:

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116 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Let's be honest Luisa and Pepa were the best characters from encanto

Still kinda mad that they didn't show Luisa with her hair down.

I mean IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES!!

133 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 | 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

"𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙."

being the daughter of one of the big-shot mafia bosses out there, l/n y/n found it hard to take after her father despite being one of the 'debt collectors'. however, she saw the opportunity to break through the tradition of 'men can only rule' by seeking a fake marriage with the guy who crashed her bike.

06. househusband, shinichiro

in the course of the next few weeks of them living under the same roof- the two of them encountered little to none problems, always following their systematic format on who's in charge of which chore.

they would always have their alternations, y/n doing the household chores while shinichiro was away at work and vice versa- and none of them ever complained at this.

however, in this particular tuesday, the young woman was called in to work saying that she was needed to review certain files that were sent by sponsors.

and today was also the day that she's supposed to stay at home and handle all off the duties to be done indoors.

thankfully, shinichiro was kind enough to stay at home and do it for her- knowing how hard it must've been for his wife to stay in her company all night due to revising other files that were needed on the same day.

his shop can wait, his wife's work couldn't.

in all honesty, addressing minamoto y/n as his wife was still kind of surreal for the man himself- still not being able to process that he's actually 'married' now.

he was actually given permission by the woman herself to address her as his wife seeing that they needed to keep their image as a happily married couple in public, why not start practicing indoors to make it seem natural?

despite being rejected twenty times in his twenty-four years of existence, he totally had forgotten about them once he felt like he redeemed himself by having someone to call his wife.

"are you sure you're alright missing a day off on the shop?"

concerned (e/c) eyes pierced through his figure, the raven haired man humming in agreement as he pushed her towards the front doors where the woman's shoes was waiting for her.

"i own it anyways so what's the big deal. your job is much more important- do you have your lunch inside?"

the more that shinichiro spends his time inside of the house, he found himself doing domestic chores that he didn't even realize he was doing.

and honestly? the new feeling of being the one running the house for his hard working wife felt kind of good towards himself- feeling proud that he's actually helping around and not just on the financial expenses for them both.

y/n nodded, taking out the messily yet still cutely wrapped bento from her bag, putting it back inside when the man began shooing her out of the house.

"now off you go- don't wanna lose some sponsors just because it's your turn around the house right?"

now the (h/c) haired woman wasn't complaining at his sheer kindness, taking another day off from his work just to fill in the duties that she's supposed to do.

but she couldn't help and feel guilty for having to lie at him again. if it only weren't for some pesky rats that decided to steal money from them, then she would've been here resting and him doing what he likes- which involves his beloved bikes.

y/n would always excuse her having 'sponsors' whenever she gets called in by her father, shinichiro immediately understanding what she's going through and would always send her off with a bento- it's what husband's do.

even if it's half edible due to him burning the meat or overcooking the rice, she still gratefully took it from him since she couldn't bear to see that proud look on his face disperse into one of shame and embarrassment for not even knowing how to cook properly.

the young woman asked him why he was doing this in the first place when she can just make her own food. but according to him, since she would always prepare him lunch whenever he's out to work- it's only fair for him to make her a bento too.

sighing at his obvious stubbornness in sending her out of the house, she bid him one last farewell before walking past those doors.

"remember to call when you need someone to pick you up alright?"

oh, and did i mention that the young l/n had to give up on her lavish transportations as to not attract any harm that the two may cross on their journey?

this is the reason why she had to use the new cb250t that her father had gotten her and sometimes let's shinichiro ride it along with her on their way home.

"i will- and please don't touch the acids this time and leave it to me alright?"

"bye y/n, have a nice day!"

the man didn't even let her finish her sentence when he gently shut the door in front of her, ears pressed against the wooden surface in order to hear that all too familiar impulse that he had grown used too.

once he heard her motorcycle drive off, he let out a breath of relief and looked around him to see what he can do while she's away.

sano shinichiro didn't know when it all started, but i guess being involved in a fake marriage has given him traits of a married man.

and these things aren't those normal things like fixing the car or the leaking sink, no. the man knew that men would mostly handle the handy work around the house and leave the menial things like cooking to their wives.

but he said 'fuck the gender norms' and instead became a househusband whenever she's away at work.

he's painfully aware that he isn't that good in cooking, nor in cleaning, nor in- you know what you get the point.

but that doesn't mean that he can't try, right?

with his hands on his hips, he began going through each of the rooms to inspect what needs to be done.

"alright dust, time to feel the wrath of-" shinichiro was cut off when a knock resonated from the door, turning to look at its direction with his brows raised in confusion.

did y/n forget something? he knew that he should've had been the one to arrange that bag of hers.

sighing, he trudged his way to the doors, ready to scold the young woman for her carelessness and forgetfulness.

"y/n, how many times have i-"

he really did need to thank his siblings in training him for such a moment, immediately ducking when he saw a bat being swung his way the moment that he opened his door.

dark eyes landed on the biker gang jacket that the man in front of him was wearing- noticing that they wore the same jacket as the one's that cornered him in his shop a few weeks ago.

shinichiro cursed under his breath, closing the door immediately and locking it as he began looking around for things that can help him defend himself from the attacker.

it was a good thing that there was only one of them outside of his house- how did they even know where he lives in the first place?

his eyes landed on the katana that was mounted on the wall, taking it from it's stand and unsheathing it to see it's shiny blade come to light.

the raven haired male was rather shocked that it was even a real blade, thinking that it was nothing but a decorative katana that his wife owns.

he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the loud bangs of his attacker, trying to pry down the door separating them to get to the man himself who was silently having a crisis.

shinichiro couldn't possibly use this katana even if it's to protect himself- he'll probably injure himself or kill the attacker in the process which he definitely didn't want.

the man was too cool to be in prison.

"what should i do-" he froze, noticing the sudden silence that eerily crept around the house.

trying to strain his ears to hear if his pursuer was still out there, he was taken aback when the door opened- fists clenching on the now sheathed katana and blindly whacking it around.

"shinichiro- are you okay?"

dark eyes opened themselves and was welcomed by the (h/c) haired woman who was standing there with a look of concern in her face.

the raven haired male let out a confused hum, looking at her and at the open door in sheer confusion before he scrambled to pull her away from the entrance and inside the house.

y/n quietly followed behind, letting him drag her to the living room with her katana still in his hands.

"you- why are you here?"

"... i live here..."

silence dawned upon the two of them, the twenty-four year old man taking a minute to understand what he had just said before mentally slapping himself repeatedly.

he should really think before opening his mouth or he'll die of embarrassment rather than an accident.

ignoring the confused and weirded out look that his wife was throwing his way, shinichiro walked to the windows and peered out of them to make sure that they were actually safe.

sensing no movement, he let out a sigh of relief and let the weapon fall from his hands and into the floor- y/n immediately going to his side to check if he's alright.

"shin, are you alright? did anything happen to you while i was gone?"

the man shook his head, looking at her with a grateful smile on his face that atleast she's safe.

but that doesn't stop the fear gnawing in his chest that something like this would repeat itself- and what's worse is that the (h/c) haired woman will be home with him.

"nothing happened. how about you? did something happen in work?"

he knew better than to lie, should've told her about the truth that he's actually a former leader and founder of a gang and because of this a lot of delinquents are coming after his head.

he should've came clean to avoid dragging down the young woman with him in his pathetic situation.

"no- but i did forget something."

"oh? did you forget to bring another spare blouse? you've already gotten wine spilled on your shirt- let me go grab you one from the laundry."

his stupidity was both a blessing and a curse, sweat dropping as she watched him disappear inside of the laundry room to get her a fresh blouse to wear to work.

l/n y/n isn't lying if she told people that his cute personality was one of the reasons why she actually enjoyed choosing him as her fake husband.

despite being all gullible and all, she felt the need to protect him from any harm that goes their way- even if that meant spilling 'wine' on her favorite blouse.

that reminds her to take out the trash that's hidden in the bush at the side of the house before flies would come their way and alert the authorities.

"how are all of your blouses stained with wine?!"

[wenwenbittercake]

Present Mic x reader✨✨✨✨

(This fan fiction is inspired by Lana del Rey's Queen of disaster. I prefer listening the song and reading the fan fiction. It's all fluff, a little bit of spicy stuff but not too much. Sorry if I have grammar errors or spelling mistakes. I apologize.✨✨✨)

"Ring Ring Ring!" You run down stairs in excitement. You swing the door open to see a man with blonde hair and emerald green eyes. He wore a black leather jacket that covers his tattooed arm, with a black T-shirt and a pair of Jeans.

"Ready Babe?" Stand there is your one and only boyfriend, Hizashi Yamada.

"Yea, just a moment, let me get my bag." You run over the couch and get your bag and say bye to your mom.

You faintly heard your mom telling you to come back home at 10. You know that won't happen tonight.

"Do you like the new ride?" You were shocked at the new motorcycle.

"Oh wow!"

"Isn't this the one you wanna ride?"

"Yea but isn't it expensive?"

"Oh don't worry about that honey. With the income I have, I could even buy 10 of these bad bois for you." You giggled and hop on the ride.

"Hold on tight." He commanded, you nodded and hug him tightly.

You can feel the cold air hits your face. The colorful streets lights pass you by as you look around in amazement. You hug him tightly. You can feel butterflies in your stomach. Everything feels magical and beautiful. You feel safe and warm around him. It makes you feel whole again.

"We're here." He stopped at the middle of a bridge.

Everything seems so peaceful, no car noises, no people talking over another, you love it. You got off the bike and lean on the met bar.

"So where's the surprise?"

"Just be patient honey, it's going to be here soon." He said as he took off his leather jacket to put it on you.

"Okay? How long?" You hug his waist and look up at him. He look at his clock and said "it should be here in 10,9,8..." You were confused at why he's counting numbers. It's not like today is anything special. Right?

"3,2,1... HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!" He said it put loud, so loud that you worry the whole city might hear it and then.

The fireworks, it's everywhere. So bright and beautiful.

"You did this for me?" You ask through the fireworks.

"Of course princess, this is all for you." You look at him in surprise and happiness.

"Hahah what type of boyfriend would I be if I forgo-" Before he could finish, you kiss him deeply.

You can feel his metal tongue piercing gliding across your lips and tongue. It felt warm and kinda lewd.

"So what do you think?"

You giggled. "I fucking love it."

He smiles at your respond in satisfaction. He placed you on the metal bar. You worry you might fall back but that thought disappeared when he holds your waist tightly with his long slender hands. He then kissed you more, he gives you a type of kiss that makes you moan and squeeze your thighs.

"I love you Zashi."

"I live you too Princess."

(Thank you for reading my fan fiction, I'm sorry that it's kinda short. This fan fiction makes me feel butterflies in my belly. Hehe I hope you all enjoy the fanfiction and I hope you all have a beautiful day.)

[likeabulletyoucanhurtme]

1: Name I got one of those

2: Age 32

3: Fears the end of all things and being at heights unsupported

4: 3 things I love Gigs, books, galaxy caramel

5: 4 turns on latex/leather clothing wetlook leggings neck kisses/biting general horniness andtheyturnmeonwhentheytakeitoff

6: 4 turns off tickling lazyness meannessbeing disinterested

7: My best friend idk. Let me know first and then I'll update

8: Sexual orientation straight

9: My best first date Walking around town with mutuals the first time I met the girl I'd been talking to online for two months honestletsmakethisnightlastforever

10: How tall am I 5"6ish

11: What do I miss Concerts It's been a month and now they're getting postponed due to the rona again

12: What time were I born 1.11

13: Favourite color Black. Pure emo obvii illkeepwearingblackuntilsomethingdarkercomesalong

14: Do I have a crush Not currently iflirtwithanyflightythingthatfallsmyway

15: Favourite quote I have many, none of which are favourites

16: Favourite place Barrier at a concert

17: Favourite food Galaxy caramel, or some kinda pizza probably itstimetoturndiningbackintoeating

18: Do I use sarcasm Consistently dontminduswerejustspillingourguts

19: What am I listening to right now Adverts between Supergirl

20: First thing I notice in new person Their height probably. Or hair colour. Unless there is another distinguishing characteristic about them

21: Shoe size 8

22: Eye color Greenish blue or blueish green depending on the light and tiredness

23: Hair color Black

24: Favourite style of clothing Hoodys and gig tshirts foreverinbandshirts

25: Ever done a prank call? Yes. We phoned someone and told them we were a sex clinic and they had to come in for testing the next morning. It was 1am but he sounded drunk too so agreed

26: Meaning behind my URL It's a song lyric from The Rasmus likefireyoucanburnme

27: Favourite movie I have too many movies that I like to pick a favourite. Like 405 in my cupboard and 169 I wanna buy

28: Favourite song I have 6646 on my playlist. I can't pick favourites.

29: Favourite band I have ~139 that I like. I can't pick favourites

30: How I feel right now mainly bored

31: Someone I love Family members

32: My current relationship status single pringle

33: My relationship with my parents Good

34: Favourite holiday Hallowe'en without a doubt. thisishalloweenthisishalloween

35: Tattoos and piercing I have One tattoo on my upper left arm.

36: Tattoos and piercings I want None. Maybe if I could pick a favourite band I could get their logo tattooed, but see above

37: The reason I joined Tumblr I was in a facebook group that posted a lot of the iconic tumblr posts and memes and I thought I'd rather join here and see them firsthand instead.

38: Do I and my last ex hate each other? idk how she feels about me, but I am now indefferent towards her as I burnt out on hating her months ago idontwanttohateyoubuthowcouldinotyoukilledoffsomuchihelddearinmyheart

39: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Ha! I never got them from the person I was devotedly sending them to at the time. Now I don't even get any texts.

40: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? My mum? Yes. Chastely.

41: When did I last hold hands? More than two years ago

42: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? About 10 minutes to get out of bed and dressed, but I usually give myself an hour so I can get breakfast and conjure up enough will to live before I leave the house

43: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? I have never shaved my legs

44: Where am I right now? Sitting on my couch

45: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? Me. Pubs are expensive and boring, I prefer getting drunk here. Better measures, music and no que for the toilet maybeillgetdrunkagaintofeelalittlelove

46: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Loud ifitstooloudyouretooold

47: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Nope

48: Am I excited for anything? The 19 concerts I have planned for this year

49: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Not currently

50: How often do I wear a fake smile? Not anymore, now that I don't work in customer service. seemyfakesmilehaveathousand

51: When was the last time I hugged someone? New Year's Day

52: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Well we're broke up so I probably shouldn't care, but also rude

53: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? No. I don't trust most people canitrustyou?butidontwantto

54: What is something I disliked about today? The dinner was in for 5mins more than it should've been and was nearing burning

55: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? idk. Someone from the 139 bands i mentioned earlier? Maybe one I've not met before?

56: What do I think about most? idk I don't keep track of my thoughts randomthoughtsofneatdisorder

57: What’s my strangest talent? I have a talent?

58: Do I have any strange phobias? Nah, any phobias I have are entirely ordinary

59: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind, definitely imnotapictureperfectportraitbutiamworkingonit

60: What was the last lie I told? I told my jobcentre advisor that I applied for jobs when I haven't

61: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Messenger. Or texting. Then phone. Never videocall.

62: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? No and yes. highupabovealienshovermakinghomemoviesforthefolksbackhome

63: Do I believe in magic? Nope

64: Do I believe in luck? Nope idontbelieveinlucktheydontbelieveinusbutibelieveweretheenemy

65: What’s the weather like right now? Dark and cold as is usual for midnight in Scottishland

66: What was the last book I’ve read? Warlock - Wilbur Smith

67: Do I like the smell of gasoline? Nope

68: Do I have any nicknames? I have several

69: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I split my head open and needed stitches

70: Do I spend money or save it? Both. I'm quite good at saving tbh but it's impossible to go through life without spending anything.

71: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? I can. Not my own tongue. But I can touch my nose with a tongue. After I've cut it out.

72: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? A small bank and a plastic basket filled with letters

73: Favourite animal? Probably dogs

74: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Watching a film online

75: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? I thought his name was Lucifer Morningstar. And he's a former nightclub owner and police consultant.

76: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? All 6646 I have on my list

77: How can you win my heart? Wear something shiny and bring pizza and/or chocolate. Then you will have my interest. Not being a cow and cheating might get my heart eventually.

78: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? Nothing. I don't want one. I'd prefer to be cremated and scattered I think. Tombstones are a waste of money and graveyards are running out of real estate itsnotaboutthefriendsyoumakebutthegraffititheywriteonyourgrave

79: What is my favorite word? I don't have one

80: My top 5 blogs on tumblr. I don't use this hellsite as often, I can't remember tbh.

81: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? Stop being so judgemental to each other

82: Do I have any relatives in jail? Nope

83: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? idk. I used to think being invisible might be fun but I don't see how it'd be useful atm. Same with speedrunning or flying. Would be cool, but I'd probably be caught and turned into some lab experiment. Also I'd need my clothing to be invisible too, I don't wanna walk around naked and invisible.

84: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? idk. Probably my name as I want to retain some sort of anonimity.

85: What is my current desktop picture? The default windows one with stars

86: Had sex? Yes. Several times. With different people.

87: Bought condoms? Yes. Non-latex ones because I knew someone with an allergy. Didn't pan out. Used to get free ones too, they were better obvii

88: Gotten pregnant? Nope

89: Failed a class? Several

90: Kissed a boy? Two. Drunk at the time, not my thing.

91: Kissed a girl? Yes. Much better experience

92: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Yes. We were in a park under a tree I think. wedancelikezombiesdointhemiddleoftherain

93: Had a job? Yes

94: Left the house without my wallet? Yes

95: Bullied someone on the internet? nope. But someone did piss me off recently on reddit so I went to their profile and downvote their last 50-odd comments and posts.

96: Had sex in public? In a public place yes, but it was deserted.

97: Played on a sports team? if PE counts?

98: Smoked weed? never

99: Did drugs? not illegal ones

100: Smoked cigarettes? never

101: Drank alcohol? consistently ifoundmyviceifoundmyviceitlivesinabottleandwantsmetodie

102: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? nope

103: Been overweight? yes

104: Been underweight? probably

105: Been to a wedding? A few

106: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? This...this is a joke question right? thosearerookienumberswegottapumpthoseup

107: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Another joke question I hope...

108: Been outside my home country? A few times

109: Gotten my heart broken? I think so

110: Been to a professional sports game? Several

111: Broken a bone? I've had my nose broken for me

112: Cut myself? Not deliberately intopiecesthisismylastresort

113: Been to prom? Once

114: Been in an airplane? A few

115: Fly by helicopter? Nope

116: What concerts have I been to? 213 concerts, seeing 434 different bands at 46 different venues

117: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Nope

118: Learned another language? in high school

119: Wore make up? Occasional guyliner and even more usually nail polish. Black obvii.

120: Lost my virginity before I was 18? Nope. Not for a lack of trying though

121: Had oral sex? Yes. Giving and recieving <3

122: Dyed my hair? Had it dyed for me

123: Voted in a presidential election? Nope - not American

124: Rode in an ambulance? Yes

125: Had a surgery? Yes

126: Met someone famous? Several band members

127: Stalked someone on a social network? Not really.

128: Peed outside? A few times

129: Been fishing? Nope oohgirlwheniminlovewithyoukeepfishingifyoufeelitstrue

130: Helped with charity? I have done fun runs before.

131: Been rejected by a crush? Several times

132: Broken a mirror? Nope imsouglythatsokcausesoareyouwevebrokeourmirrors

133: What do I want for birthday? CDs, DVDs, Boxsets, Books, PS2 Games, alcohol, chocolate

134: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? I only want my one

135: Was I named after anyone? Nope

136: Do I like my handwriting? Sometimes

137: What was my favourite toy as a child? idk

138: Favourite Tv Show? I watch too much TV to have a favourite tbh

139: Where do I want to live when older? In a house I own would be a nice change, but also an unrealistic expectation

140: Play any musical instrument? Nope

141: One of my scars, how did I get it? Split my head open and recieved stitches

142: Favourite pizza toping? Probably pepperoni. It's basic, but still a good choice. I'm not too adventurous with my food choices tbh

143: Am I afraid of the dark? Nope. No one is afraid of the dark. People are afraid that they're not alone in the dark. Or death.

144: Am I afraid of heights? No. I am afraid of being unsupported in heights. Or falling.

145: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Nope. Because I never needed to sneak out and didn't do much bad

146: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end Several times itriedsohardandgotsofarbutintheenditdoesntevenmatter

147: What I’m really bad at Singing. Doesn't stop me anyway

148: What my greatest achievments are idk, I've made it this long with all four limbs and that's kinda neat of me.

149: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me My memory's not that good. I can't remember specific insults, just the general feeling of inadequacy

150: What I’d do if I won in a lottery Get a good lawyer, create a company and pay myself a wage. Then buy a house and decide what issues I can help fix in the world. And be very anonymous.

151: What do I like about myself I like my sense of humour, my music taste, my general awesomeness

152: My closest Tumblr friend I don't have any. Y'all are seriously missing out, I'm amazing tbh!

153: Something I fantasise about Owning a house, HA!

154: Any thoughts on the paranormal? Nope. Load of nonsense, I don't think about it

155: Free question: Any question you’d like to ask, be it rude, fun, curious, strange, sexual, random, meme related, etc! Well I'm posting this all because no-one would send numbers, but my asks are open if you have something I've missed

[paipayaseeds]

Before Angie had been about to respond to Shuichi,

The girl began to laugh cheering, climbing down from the table with surprising grace and strolling up to the tall astronaut. Her eerie smile still on here face.

"Dear Momota.. The Atua can tell when one is in love you know, like a mother knowing a child's darkest secrets." as if it hadn't been possible, her smile would widen once more and boop his nose, walking back to the table to rest on it, looking up at the ceiling.

"If you were to watch over Anya, and she happened to be the chef of the crab pot, you'd listen to whatever she had to say like a lost little puppy. The love you store for her over balances your morals.. So!" Angie sat up, another giggle escaping her before pointing to Kokichi and Rantaro.

"The Atua has decided that you watch over Kokichi and Rantaro, meanwhile, Himiko and Shuichi will watch Kibo!.."

"Hey ya crazy slut! Quit degrading Kaito and list your fucking reasons already damn it! I wanna fucking sleep!" The girl genius announced, an obvious annoyed face gracing her features. If Angie had been more expressive, it probably would show annoyance. Though the only thing that was an indicator of that was her rapid blinking at the girl.

"..The Atua actually informed me... That Miu shall monitor Rantaro."

"WHAT?! I DON'T WANNA WATCH THAT AVOCADO FUCKBOY-"

"Yoohoo! For reason of my candidates.. Kibo is a robot? For what we are aware, he could be serving as the masterminds camera or contact without our knowledge. Kibo's 'Inner voice ' could be the mastermind jumping in to sabotage or steer us in the wrong direction you know?, Nyahaha! "

Kaede would frown, the fact that age couldn't argue with that logic was frustrating. Angie's plan was a good one but.. It came at an expensive cost,

Trust.

She didn't want to start suspecting people.

Ryoma would simply watch.

"She.. She does make a good point.. Sorry Keebs."Kaede would mumble, The Artist smiling in delight.

"Kokichi Ouma! Due to us still not knowing Anya's attempted killer, and his recent threats, he's not only a suspect.. But!-"The white haired girl once again began walking, pinching Kokichi's cheek before he'd gaze into his eyes with her piercing blue ones.

"You were listening in on our talk were you Kokichi, yes? And you enjoy the killing game? Kokichi could be.. The traitor!" Backing away from him, she'd happily cheer, Korekiyo rolling his eyes I'm humour. It was rather adorable in a way to see Angie practically scare the others a bit with her sudden.. Seriousness?

Was she serious?.. Yeah she was.

"And finally.. The siblings. Rantaro and Anya's involvement with the hidden door is.. Quite concerning. Anya surviving could be a form of immunity.. And Amami is her right hand man.. Or the roles are reversed. Unless there's something that can eliminate Anya isn't scheming, as the holy vessel of the divines, I, Angie Yonaga, declare this time be ruled!"

'Are we in a court now..? '

"Korekiyo and I will be dealing with Anya's maintenance--"

"I did it!"

Kaede would stand in front of her classmates, already bowing as if she'd been confessing, her body shivering. This act raised a questioning brow from the artist.

"Oh?"

"You did what, titless?! A porno? A glory hole experience? Ooh, the good ole-"

"Miu I say this with whatever patience I have in this shortened body of mine... Stop. Talking."Miu would mumble angrily to herself before watching the scene.

"I mean.. I'm the reason why.. Why..

Why Anya almost died."

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okay I love rping as Angie now because AA-

Rantaro could feel his patience thinning as Miu ran her mouth, pursing his lips as he tried not to think about the fact Miu would have to monitor him.

As Kaede further explained the cryptic meaning of her words, Rantaro felt as if his heart nearly threw up. "I beg your pardon?" Rantaro faced Kaede, an unreadable emotion hidden behind his very small, 'patient' smile.

Shuichi whipped his head towards Kaede, shock and disbelief dawned over his features. "K- Kaede?"

With his voice cracking from the strong sense of betrayal he had felt, Shuichi's eyes remained wide in shock, glued onto the pianist. He gulped, certainly, she wouldn't have done that out of bad intention, right? She wasn't the mastermind, that wasn't possible — but did that mean she just wanted to kill? No, that can't be right- He trusted her, that wasn't a mistake, right? The talk with trust and friendship, and escaping; was that all a lie?

Shuichi's voice had lowered in pitch and tone, questioning too many things at once. "But- ... Why would...?" For the love of everything that is holy, Shuichi couldn't think of a reason why she would try and kill Anya; his heart had been palpitating, affecting his thought process greatly.

Kokichi rubbed the sore spot on his cheek, face seemingly unfazed as if he already knew. Though his blank expression soon shifted into one of anger as he suddenly threw his finger at her, "Well hey! That's not fair! Why should we be punished for her actions!? It was all Kaede's fault then!" Kokichi spewed; as if not considering the fact that, even without the near-death Anya experienced, he wouldn't have gotten accused.

Kokichi's face contorted into too many expressions to count, lips flapping as he spoke in an overly dramatic manner. "I knew it from the moment she forced us all to the tunnel thing! No doubt about it, she's trying to sabotage us-!"

Despite Rantaro's silent rage, even he sighed from the irritancy and absurdity of Kokichi's words.

"Hold on! Kaede, it's fine! There's no reason to lie! It was the mastermind's doing; blame the mastermind!" Kaito defended, ignoring the feeling of his own heart, ache from betrayal and betrayal; he still decided to believe in her. Because... There's simply no way she could've done that, because- because it didn't happen. It didn't hurt to believe that, right? Anya ended up surviving anyway.

Kokichi grimaced, seriously contemplating how much Angie despised Kokichi to try and make the moron, Kaito, monitor him. "God, you're literally the dumbest person alive." Kokichi's 'rage' somehow dissipated into thin air, as if he hadn't been screaming at the top of his lungs not one minute ago — it was like Kaito's stupidity had somehow doused the fire of his words.

With the detective's voice as fragile as a glass doll, he approached her, hesitance laced within each step. "Kaede... Is that the truth? Are you..? Are you lying?" A small part of him already knew that she hadn't been lying; if Kokichi of all people, deemed it the truth, then...-

But even so, Shuichi refused to believe it. The truth- who cared? It didn't matter. His eyes had practically been begging for Kaede to say it was just a lie, a harmless lie she told, so they could all get along.

[rebelcap]

We are not just friends —Part 7

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.  

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually) 

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally. 

Series masterlist

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6

This part contains smut ahead.

Chris was pacing on the hotel room, possible scenarios running on his head about what will happen with Sofia. He was… nervous.

“Why are you pacing like an old man?” Sofía asked him as Chris took a step backward, surprised.

“I always forgot you're so goddamn sneaky. Jesus Christ.” He put a hand on his chest and sigh, Sofía laughed taking off her backpack and hoodie.

“I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, I'm sure your sorry.” He smiled, knowing the pleasure she had on doing this on everyone. Sofía laughed as she grabbed the menu beside the tv.

“Don't know about you, but I'm kinda hungry.” She was looking at the menu that disappeared from her hands as Chris take it and put it back. She just kept looking at the empty space.

“Sofia,” Chris scold her as she puckers her lips, playing dumb and Chris laugh. “You don't make this easy.” He rubs his face and now she laughed.

“Okay, okay—” She took a deep breath. “Let's just get over with. I kissed you, pretty much I was ready to—you know, that. Thoughts?”

Chris stared at her and they started laughing again.

“Well, I kissed you back and I already told you that I wanted to do that since I meet you. thoughts?” He played along.

“Okay, being honest to… I kinda wanted it too.” She scratches the back of her neck. “Alright, now what's next?”

“I still want you.”

Sofía stare at him, some part of her didn't believe it—he's too good, he's… Chris. He's freaking hot as hell—he's. Are you stupid Sofia? Jump his fucking bo—

“Me too.” She frowns taking a step forward and kissed him, Chris waste no time and grabbed her by the back of her thighs and wraps her legs around his waist, walking towards the bed, and laid them on them, softly. Chris was grinding against her as they kissed, Sofía was pulling on his sweater until he obliged and take it off.

"Jesus fuck Chris," She looked down at his chest, abs—he was an actual Adonis, Dorito Adonis. "You have amazing tities." Sofia cupped them and Chris laughed, he laughed out loud distracting him from the task on hand.

"You're such an idiot," He pressed his lips as she smiles. "God, I adore you." Chris smile as he kept kissing her, his hands started

"You're a dork," He smiled and kissed her, lips pressing down on her as she meets him with the same passion. Sofia felt like her whole body was electrified, finally, the year-long tension pent up, it makes everything so intense.

Chris took charge as she kicked her legs out and grabbed his face to kiss him deeply. "Take it off," She murmured referring to her clothes. Chris let her go and first took off his own shirt with a swift move.

"Fuck," Sofia bit her bottom lip looking at his body, the orange light from the lamp just gives him that soft glow. He's fucking perfect.

He unbuttons her jeans and pulled them down including the panties and started running her lips on her calves and went down to kiss her once again, his hands went straight under her shirt and pulled it off and as soon it was discarded his mouth went to her breast, sucking them off.

"That piercing is so fucking sexy," He said leaping at the little silver as Sofia just shudder, she was a weak bitch for a good titty kissing. He pulled the cups of her bra up and grab them both to press her into his face.

Sofía was watching him, lip caught between her teeth and running her hands through his hair. Chris looked up as he kept kissing down, she nods at his question.

He runs his nose down her stomach and kissed her in es thighs, Sofia closed her eyes and gasp as soon his tongue lapped on her pussy, his beard felt so good against her.

Chris wrapped his arms around her legs to keep her in place as she started to move, moans escaping her lips.

She could feel every lick, every little caress of his beard, his hands pressing down on her flesh.

"Jesus Christ," She moaned, getting a hold of the sheet as he kept building up—taking his time, flicking her clit faster when she moved. "Fuck, fuck" She moaned feeling that builds upon her belly. "Don't you fucking stop," Sofia panted as Chris sucked faster.

Chris pulled his hands and grabbed her ass, burying his face in her pussy.

"You wanna cum?," He asked looking at her face as she trembles with pleasure.

"Fuck, yes,"

"Yeah, baby? all over my face?" He practically grunted as he buried his face again.

"Please," She grabbed his hair and he groaned. "Chris," her moans got louder and suddenly she went silent as her body started shaking, extending to her legs. "Oh my fucking god,"

Chris chuckles as she breathes heavily pushing him away.

"You okay, baby?"

"Yeah, just," She breathed and smile. "that was fucking intense, you eat pussy like a lesbian." She rubbed her face and chuckle, still riding out her orgasm.

Chris lean on again and started kissing her again and Sofia wrapped her legs around his waist, with one hand he undoes his jeans and started pulling them down and Sofia grabbed his dick and he gasps, he was hard and she had to peak down.

"Well, fuck," She blinked and then looked at Chris.

"What is it?"

"I just haven't had like, dick like for two years and you're big as fuck." She pointed out and Chris sat down on his heels.

"Hey, we don't need to do anything if you're not–"

"No fucking way, you're fucking me." She pulled her on her again and Chris laughed.

"Just, hold on," He said grabbing his pants again and pulled out a condom, he slides it on his shaft and grabbed her legs and position himself on her entrance and slide a bit. She nod as Chris looked at her. "Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful like this,"

"Yeah?" She asked gasping when feel Chris bottoming her. "So good."

"Yes, baby. Fuckjbg gorgeous," He kissed her and asked her, with his lips on her. "You good?"

"Move," Sofia bit her lip as he started moving and she felt the tightening on her stomach, she was cumming again. Chris thrust speed up as he fucked her through her orgasm.

Sofía was in a literal paradise, how the fuck she doubted for a second there was beyond her now, this is the only men that had her cumming and cumming all over again. He was relentless and sweet.

His thrusts became a little sloppy as he was about to finish.

"Harder," She murmured as Chris kept kissing her neck. His skin was flushed his face red as he was cumming, grunting, and grabbing her legs with force as he piston inside of her.

Holy shit.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily as she wraps herself around him. He kissed her, slow, looked at her, and push her hair off her face.

"Hi," She smiles biting her lip.

"Hey," Chris smiles still caressing her face. "Come here," He kissed her again.

Chris woke up to an empty bed, the sun pouring through the white curtains and no sign of Sofia. He rubbed his eyes and sat down on the bed and let out a tentative. “Sof?” but, no answer. He grabbed his phone and there was a text from her.

I had left super early, we went to some warehouses trying to find a place to the brewery, I didn't wake you cause you look too damn cute.😚

Chris snort and quickly answered her back as he leans on the headboard.

You should have, so I could kiss you goodbye. I better head back home to feed Dodger, imma see you today?

You're so fucking corny, Christopher. Jesus Christ. Yeah, I guess. Don't know when I'm going to be free thought, I'm swimming on papers right now. I'll let you know

You like it corny, baby.😚 Alright, Hon. Is there anything I can do?

If you can convince Ron to hire another person to help us here—I'll gladly let you fuck me in the ass.

If that ain't an incentive, gimme Ron's number.

Boy, if you pull this off. I'll buy the lube myself—I'm ready. Cause he's a cheap fuck.

He laughs again and called the number she attached to the text, Ron quickly picked up.

Sofía didn't expect him to actually call her boss, right here right now. Ron was pacing on the parking lot of the diner they went in, kept glancing at her.

Get that 🍑 ready for tonight.

Ron walked back inside and sat down in front of her.

“Is really Captain America your friend?’

‘Chris? yeah.’ Sofia answered. ‘He really likes your beer—

‘Yeah, he said that—wanted to work with us as long we always send them a beer as to hire you an assistant.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Chris.” She laughed. “You know how expensive Chris is? you could easily hire like an assistant and a lawyer for all the permit shit the city of Los Angeles are marking our lives a living inferno.”

“Yeah, yeah—you're right,” He said grabbing some papers from the table. “I gotta go back to Boston, we need to close this deal as soon as possible. Can you manage here? hire the help you need.”

“Ah, yes. yes sure.” She couldn't help but smile, Ron stubble around and put some money on the table and then walked off but two steps in he turned around and pointed a finger at Sofía making her raise her brows.

“I'm giving you a raise.”

“Really?”

“You kidding? least I can do after this—my kid is going to flip out…” He said now and actually walked away, what she didn't count on was that she was stranded on here now.

“Great.” She said looking at the rental car speeding away.

So, it worked. You pulled it off, dude.

Don't you know who I am?

I didn't peg you like the name-dropper, Evans. You doing anything? Ron left me kinda stranded here.

For you I am. I'll pick you up, where you are?

Sofía texted him the address and kept working on those papers until Chris arrived. Even that her mind keeps replaying last night events—couldn't believe they actually did it and it was better than both expected.

“Hi, gorgeous.” Chris suddenly appeared to kiss her fully on the lips. Sofía was taken aback as she looked around the dinner. No one seems to give a shit.

“Hey,” She laughs as he seated himself on the seat in front of her. “Did you feed the little beast?”

“Yeah, he shit on the house—my bad, for leaving him alone last night but he did it on the bathroom.” He said.

“Aww, he tried,” Sofía put a hand on her chest. “He's such a good boy, you're very lucky.”

“Yeah, he's so precious and sleeps on my pillow and uses everyone as pillows.” He said, bashing smile as he speaks of Dodge.

“Its the perfect dog for you, since you're a Labrador.” She laughs picking up the papers from the table.

“A labrador?” He laughed.

“Yes, we had this conversation with Mandy that we compared every one with dogs—we were like super high on edibles.” She chuckles. “And she's a puddle and I'm a chihuahua, Luke's a Doberman and you're a Labrador.”

“You as a chihuahua is accurate.” He agreed.

“I know, I bite.” She winks at him and Chris bit his lip. “Ready to go?”

~~~

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Babysitter AU

Pyrrha, holding a 7 year old Weiss and Ruby in her arms: Look guys, can you at least try and get along today? For me?

Weiss, whining: But she's eating too many cookies!

Ruby, mouth full of cookies: No I'm not!

Weiss: Yes you are! You're getting crumbs everywhere!

Ruby, in fact, spitting out crumbs: Am not!

Weiss: Are too!

Ruby: Am not!

Weiss: Are too!

Ruby: IM NOT!

Weiss: ARE TOO!

Pyrrha, sighing: Look, why do you even care if Ruby eats too many cookies in the first place?

Weiss: Because the dunce might get a stomach ache if she eats too many!

Pyrrha:....so? Why do you care?

Weiss, awkwardly: Well because.....her tummy will hurt.

Pyrrha, smiling:.......

Weiss: W-what?

Pyrrha, cooing: Awww, are you worried about your friend Ruby?

Weiss, blushing: W-what?!

Pyrrha: You actually care about her, don't you?

Weiss, blushing more: N-no! I-its just that she is going to cry loudly of her tummy hur— H-HEY!

Ruby, hugging Weiss: AWWW! I CARE ABOUT YOU TOO, WEISSY!

Weiss, blushing: G-get off my, you dunce! Who d-do you think you are hugging me! Unhand me now!

Ruby, hugging tighter: But I wanna hug you!!!!!

Weiss: Ew! Gross. You're getting cookie crumbs everywhere! L-let go! P-pyrrha, help me!

Pyrrha: *giggles loudly*

Weiss, whining: PYRRRRRHA!

*a knock is heard at the door*

Pyrrha: Ope, I think that might be one of your sisters to pick you up. Be right back. *Stands up and leaves the room*

Weiss, trying to break free: Pyrrha! Come back here and help me! Pyrrha! PYRRHA!

Ruby, still hugging: Theres nothing wrong with hugging, Weissy!

Weiss: D-dont call me that!

Pyrrha, opening her door: Hello?

*Pyrrha opens the door to find a tall and older woman with white hair and piercing blue eyes, standing in an authority like stance*

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh, hello Winter.

Winter, bowing respectfully: Hello, Pyrrha. I hope your evening has been well.

Pyrrha, nodding: Oh it's been great. Thanks for asking.

Winter: Well that's fantastic. I assume my sister hasn't been giving you a hard time?

Pyrrha, chuckling: Oh heavens no. She's been an angel; maybe a little crabby though. But other than that, she's been fine.

Winter: Thats great to hear. Thanks for watching her by. You know, I really appreciate you being such a kind and sweet babysitter to my sister.

Pyrrha, modestly: Oh it's nothing to thank me for. I'm just doing what any other baby sitter would do.

Winter, chuckling: Thats honestly hard to believe. Weiss talks about you all the time. Talking about how sweet and amazing you are. She tells me how you are teaching her about spelling and other subjects. You are going beyond what a regular baby sitter would. And I really appreciate it. Thank you.

Pyrrha, smiling: No seriously, you don't need to thank me. Having Weiss around is always a pleasure. She's a bright and very sweet girl, even if her previous babysitter called her a brat all the time.

Winter: Well I'm still gonna. In fact, I think you deserve a little something too.

Pyrrha: What do you mean?

Winter, smiling: I have these reservations to this this beautiful restaurant, and I want to take you with me. It's for the golden clam.

Pyrrha, eyes widening: The Golden Clam? W-what? B-but that place is so expensive, Winter. I can't accept that.

Winter, smiling: But I want you too. You deserve it.

Pyrrha, slightly blushing: I-I don't k-know. T-this seems too much.

Winter: I promise that it's nothing, okay? I'm not even spending that much money. Now come on and let me award you for being such a great babysitter.

Pyrrha, hesitatingly:.....are you sure?

Winter: Yes, positive.

Pyrrha:......o-okay. I'll go.

Winter, smiling: Great. You won't regret it. I promise. The reservation is for this Friday night.

Pyrrha, nodding: Great. I can't wai— wait, this Friday night?

Winter: Yes, this Friday. Is there a problem?

Pyrrha, guiltily: Oh Winter, Im so sorry but I can't make it this Friday. I'm going to a concert with Yang.

Winter, gritting her teeth from the mentioned of the blond:......Yang you say? You're going to a concert with Yang?

Pyrrha: Yeah. She asked me this morning when she dropped Ruby off, apparently she had an extra ticket and gave it to me to not waste it.

Winter: Oh really? Well, isn’t that.....nice.....hmm.....so is it just going to be you two, or....

Pyrrha: Just us.

Winter: Wow, just you two? Man, that's....so she just so happened to had another ticket, huh? Isn’t that.....convenient.

Pyrrha: Yeah, I guess it is.

Winter, still gritting her teeth: Well that's just......wonderful.

Pyrrha:......Winter, are you alright?

Winter: Hmm? Me? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm all dandy. Don't worry.

Pyrrha: Oh okay. I really am sorry about this by the way. I feel really bad.

Winter: No no no, don't feel bad. I'm okay. I promise.

Pyrrha: If you say so. Anyway, allow me go get your sister for you. Be right back. *Enters her apartment*

Winter, growling under her breath: God damn it Xiao-Long! You little piece of—

???: Is that Winty I see?

Winter, under her breath: God damn it.

*Winter turns to see a tall buxom blonde swaying her way towards her with a smirk on*

Winter, annoyed: Hello Yang.

Yang, pouting: Awww, what's wrong, Winty? *Gasp* oh wait. I know that look anywhere. You just got rejected, didn't ya?

Winter, gritting her teeth: Shut up.

Yang: Man, that gotta suck now, doesn't it? So, what did you ask her out to?

Winter, sighing: If you just know....I had two reservations to....the Golden Clam.

Yang, laughing: Oh you gotta be shitting me! You must’ve wasted so much money!

Winter, gritting her teeth while trying to calm down:.......

Yang: You gotta be so pissed right now! So how does it feel, knowing that I have a date with Pyrrha? It's an awesome concert too. Does that bother you? Huh? Does it piss you off? Huh?

Winter, internally: Just ignore her. She's nothing to you. Don't let her get under your skin.

Yang: Hey, are you listening? Are you pissed? You look pissed? You look really pissed? Hey? Hey? Hey—

Winter, stomping: Okay, listen here you little harlot!

Yang: Oh ho ho ho~ I think you're mad.

Winter: I swear to God, Yang!

Yang: Why are you even after Pyrrha anyway? You're much older than her.

Winter: Im only 4 years older!

Yang, looking Winter up and down:......really?

Winter: Oh you lit—

Pyrrha, starting to walk out with Weiss: And here she is!

Winter, feigning excitement: —tle one right here. There you are, Weiss! *Ruffles Weiss's hair*

Pyrrha: Oh, hey Yang.

Yang, smiling: Heya, P money. Excited for the concert?

Pyrrha: I sure am. I'm sure it will be grand.

Yang: Me too. I was just telling Winter about it actually.

Pyrrha: Really?

Winter, smiling: Yep, she sure was. Hey, if you don't mind me asking, what concert are you going to?

Pyrrha: Oh it's uhm....*starts snapping fingers* Shoot, what was they called again?

Yang: The Achieve-Men. They're great, and sold out as well. So no one will be able to get in now. Nobody. *smirks*

Winter: *Growls under her breath*

Yang: Oh, and got front rows seat as well.

Pyrrha, nodding: Thas right. Seat 6 and 7 I believe?

Yang, nodding: Corecto, p money. So these seats are totally AMAZING! It's a shame you can't show up, Winter. Since you know....it's sold out.

Winter, clenching her fist: Yeah... It's a real....shame.....anyway, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: O-oh. You're leaving? O-okay. Bye.

Winter, picking up Weiss: Goodbye. *Starts to leave*

Yang, smiling: Well anyway, I'm here for the Rubster.

Pyrrha: Hmm? Oh, right. I'll be right back.

Winter, walking away: Hmm.... Seats six and seven huh?

Weiss, being carried: What?

Winter, smiling: Nothing, snowflake. *Pulls out scroll and dials a number in it before calling someone*.......hey Klein? I need a favor? Can you do some....research about a certain sold out concerts? I need to know who bought a certain ticket to it......great, thanks.

*days later, Friday night at the concert*

Yang, smiling: So, are you excited?

Pyrrha, smiling: Yeah, I kinda am. I've never been to a concert before.

Yang: Well I hope your first time will be unforgetta— wait, what the hell?!

Pyrrha, turning: Wha— Winter?

Winter, walking over to them: Hello you two. What are you doi— wait, are these your seats?

Yang, annoyed: Yeah! Remember, Pyrrha told you?

Winter: She did? Hmm, I must've forgetten.

Pyrrha: How did you get in here? I thought it was sold out.

Winter: Oh I pulled a few strings. Nothing too special. But hey, isn't this cool? I'm going to hang out with you two.

Pyrrha, smiling: Well that’s nice. Isn’t it, Yang?

Yang, gritting her teeth: Yeah, it's so....amazing!

*meanwhile*

Coco, on the phone: No Velvs, you don't understand! This rich chick walked up to me and paid me 20 grand for my concert ticket! Isn't that amazing?!.....I don't know how she I had a concert ticket. Who cares! I got 20 grand!