#i started getting notifications about this but i had to check sources before i wanted to share

[foxesandthieves]

I can honestly say I was absolutely not expecting this to happen!!

((yes, this information is on official Hulu & Disney+ accounts, I did check before posting))

[dollyichi]

YOUR BIGGEST FAN!

pro-hero katsuki bakugou x actress f ! reader ᯓ★ he finds out who the main admin is of his biggest fan page. 1.4k words. fluff / established relationship / not proofread / little smau at the end

spin-off from ‘a little mystery never hurt anybody’ [m—dni]

katsuki never cared about his image at all. nor did he care about what people post about him online. aside from his own beliefs, he only cares about what you think, and if you think he’s ‘fucking cool’ then he’s fucking cool.

he only ever checks social media and posts something that you’re a part of. if he had the chance to have all his platforms with a picture of you both or even just you, he’d do it—but you would scold him and tell him that he should just have a photo of himself. which you had to do instead since he’s stubborn and wouldn’t know what photo would look the best.

well fortunately for you, who has an album of pictures of him whether you took it yourself to gate-keep, from his fan sites, or his modeling / commercial projects just picked one portrait that would match his overall style. not too much, not too zoomed out, but still would exude that cool side that you loved so much.

and the moment you changed his profile you’re already switching to your verified fan account to notify your followers of his new profile photo. multiple notifications spawn at your lockscreen, the tweet already blew up too.

your co-admins don’t even know that it was the ‘dazzling actress y/n’ running the account in the first place, and it was for the better. you always had this account the moment katsuki was in his third year in UA. usually posting threads about how amazing of a hero he is, or his rankings in the recent fan polls such as ‘hottest hero’ or ‘most powerful rookie hero quirks!’ and your favorite, ‘heroes i wanna get in bed with.’ just from that, anyone other than you knowing your identity would be real bad.

pro-hero dynamight always had a loyal fanbase anyway. and you were always the first account they’d come to for any news on him.

when you started dating you had to ask for some help which is why you had some of your followers (who have been supporting your blog for so long too!) to assist you when you couldn’t post as frequently as you used to. it was easy to juggle the fan account while you were starting as an actress, but when you started dating katsuki, manning the page is a big challenge. he’ll definitely find out in no time since personal space was thrown out the window when you became his.

you wanted to keep it a secret since you were still such a big fan and it felt like a waste deleting the account since you worked so hard on it—pouring so much passion on it despite being with the main source. there were even times when you begged your staff to get him to sign your merch, which you happily post on the fan page too, wearing thick gloves because you figured katsuki would recognize you immediately.

sometimes you would slip and mess up. your co-admin posting about katsuki taking a photo of your new digital billboard by the station. and you accidentally quoted the tweet on your fan page that reads ‘he really likes me~’ and you immediately take it down before the viewer count goes up.

it was a very close call, and when someone did ask you about it since some of them had notifications on for your account you just made up an excuse like ‘i mean y/n! sorry it was a typo.’

sometimes you’d get katsuki to look at the fan page when you both have free time. and he only ever likes the tweets when it involved you. like when you’re both spotted on a date, or a quote from an interview of him promoting your own projects.

you begged him to follow and he didn’t really think that much of it. shrugging and pressing the button and going back to indulging himself beside you.

you never really post any updates on the pro-hero that’s related to you though. and when you do find out about it, you had your co-admins to thank. especially for that one video clip of him struggling to take a picture of another billboard you had in the middle of the city.

until one day, the two of you were apart for a bit. he was out on a mission, and it’s sad that he couldn’t spend the first few days of your break with you.

nonetheless, you are currently working with his fan sites near the area for some updates on him at the time. you end up missing him too much when they send you the photos in your direct messages. though, “he looks really good,” you think to yourself. up in the air with that pretty grin of his whenever he wins.

on your fan page you always have that certain ‘watermark’ when you make a post. ending the tweet with ‘admin ⭐️💥’ to indicate that it was you posting.

quickly, you make a new post about his new feat, scheduling to have it posted on the next day.

you didn’t think much of it, just happy that your boyfriend was safe and he could come home earlier to you.

when you wake up, katsuki’s already back home seated on his side of the bed. but what was unusual was for him to be on his phone this early. concerned, you reach out to him, hoping there wasn’t an emergency or anything bad that happened.

then he starts laughing that goofy laugh of his that you love. which gets you to giggle yourself, “what’s so funny?” you give him a kiss on his cheek as a morning greeting. it’s nice waking up to him so happy, until you feel your own face drop in horror on the screen.

it was your tweet, with that exact format that you always used—not on your fan page, but at your own main account with already thousands of engagement. you feel yourself sink in your spot on the bed.

you did it now, you knew you shouldn’t be posting when you’re sleepy. now you fucked up, big time. you don’t even want to know the replies on that post, and you couldn’t even face your boyfriend who’s already crying from laughing so hard.

“you’re such a dumbass no wonder you kept pestering me about this fan account.”

you groan, hiding yourself under the covers. you couldn’t even imagine what’s going to become of you and how your manager’s going to react. it’s not like you could just abandon your following either! “it’s different as a fan!”

you take your phone from the bedside table and delete the tweet immediately. it’s been 30 minutes after you scheduled it, but there’s nothing you could even do to remedy the mistake. not when thousands have already seen your tweet. you don’t even know how to tell your co-admins who probably found out your real identity.

“just kill me!” you say, wrapping the comforter around you which leaves nothing for him anymore. he puts his phone down and wraps an arm on you. “don’t be so fuckin’ embarrassed babe. if it helps i’m your number one fan too.”

you won’t budge, staying still in your self made blanket burrito with a pout. facing away from him and with a huff. you were so embarrassed that your whole body freezes, and your mind goes blank. “hey come on, i’m happy about it!” you hear him say.

you could already feel the scoldings of your manager, you just hope this is mainly good publicity if it resurfaces—because you’re damn sure a lot of your shared fans are going to spread it all over the net.

“don’t fuckin’ ignore me babe! i’m really damn flattered here!” and he’s laughing again. he really couldn’t take it seriously, and you really wish this was just a really bad dream. it’s not like you wanted to keep it a secret forever! but you didn’t think he’d find out this way, bummer.

he pulls you on top of him, kissing all over your pouting face that’s sticking out from the thick comforter. “ah fuck this is so good! i bet when we get married you’re just on your phone posting live updates or some shit.”

you’re never going to hear the end of this. especially not when he digged a little deeper and found your ‘thirst’ postings from years ago. oh well, at least he knows you’ve always loved him. it was honestly such an ego boost learning his girlfriend just ‘as obsessed’ as he is towards you. besides, his page was almost a fan page of you in itself. whatever, you’re gonna laugh it off next week anyway.

at least you’ve given him another new thing that has him head over heels for you again.

bonus!

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : aaaaa this was so funny to me idk T^T it’s really stupid

[1800-fight-me]

Love your writing :) Could you please do a story where reader/Aemonds wife gets captured and taken on a ship

Before Aemond of course comes to rescue his love

The Rogue Prince

Aemond Targaryen x Wife!Reader

Rating: M (Mature - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, implied smut

Word count: About 3.5k

Synopsis: Aemond Targaryen is loyal to his family and house above all, but what happens when his wife is captured and in mortal peril?

Author’s note: Thank you for this request! I hope you enjoy it!! Protective and possessive Aemond owns me... also I started writing this before I knew the plot of season two so the timeline of this fic doesn't make much sense but let's just pretend it does, okay? lol

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There was commotion in King’s Landing. Chaos. Terror. 

You were not within the safety of the Red Keep as you normally were, as you should be. 

There was so much screaming you couldn’t think straight. 

Alicent grabbed your hand, her other hand in Helena's and pulled you both forward. 

The crowd pushed and heaved and you yelled as your hand slipped from your mother in law’s. 

Pure terror shot down your spine as the push of the crowd led you away from them, away from your family by marriage, away from the King’s Guards, away from safety. 

You were lost in a sea of limbs and panic, your screams completely unheard over the cacophony of scared sounds. 

You couldn’t even determine the source of the commotion, you didn’t see it, only the after effect as you were now pushed down the streets of the city. 

Water dripped down your cheeks, and when you looked up, the sky was clear. You continued to run with the crowd, in order to avoid being knocked over and trampled. 

You lifted a hand to your face, and realized you were crying. 

Another hand grabbed yours, and you gasped in relief, as you were harshly pulled to the side and into an alley. 

Your gasping breaths slowed as the crowd no longer threatened to crush you. 

You clenched your jaw and steeled your resolve as you realized the person who pulled you to safety was a stranger with a predatory gleam in his eyes. 

You lifted your chin and yanked your hand out of his. 

“Thank you for the assistance, kind sir, but I must get going. My family is expecting me,” you said firmly. 

A hateful chuckle came from the darkness behind you. 

You whirled around and saw two malicious looking men, behind them in the darkness there were two young women sitting on the ground with their hands and legs bound and gags in their mouths. There was fear unlike any you’d ever known in their eyes. 

That same fear now dripped down your spine, but you couldn’t give into it, instead you steeled your spine. 

“How much do you think we can get for this one?” The shorter man sneered. 

You thought of how your husband spoke to his enemies and tried to emulate that same haughty tone as you looked down your nose at them.

“I am a Targaryen. Return-“

”But you don’t got silver hair,” one of the men blurted out. 

You wrinkled your nose, ever the royal, and said, “I am the wife of Prince Aemond Targaryen. Return me to the Red Keep safely and I will make it certain you are rewarded for your goodwill.” 

The men’s smiles grew greedy. 

“Imagine how much we can get in ransom,” the one behind you muttered. 

“That would be an incredibly stupid course of action. The Prince is a viciously protective man and would surely kill any who attempt to kidnap me. He once broke a man’s arm for grabbing me in the halls of the Red Keep. Another time he broke a man’s nose for looking at me too long. It is in your best interest to leave me be,” you said sternly. 

The shorter one had the sense to look scared, but the bigger one, the scarier one, looked only overconfident. 

“The One Eyed Prince is not in King’s Landing, is he? I hear he is far away tending to the ongoing war within his house,” he said as he narrowed his eyes at you. 

You gulped. 

“He rides the largest dragon in the world, it would be a quick thing for him to be here to incinerate you all,” you said, your confident tone wavering slightly. 

“He’s not here now,” the one behind you said, and before you could look back at him there was pain as something hit you in the side of the head and the world turned black as you fell. 

You were floating on a sea of fire, the motion of the waves of flame rocking you back and forth, the gentleness bringing you a sense of peace and reassurance you had not felt since your husband mounted his dragon and flew off to war. 

The sky cracked open and rain poured as lightning flashed. But the flames you swam in remained strong, boosted you up, and as a bolt of lightning flashed towards you in slow motion, you held your hand up and the waves of fire surrounded you, protecting you from danger.

As you resurfaced you pointed your finger at the thundercloud and the fire shot like an arrow and decimated it. 

Someone shook your shoulder and as you woke, your body still rocked back and forth with waves, only furthering your disorientation as you found yourself  somewhere completely foreign. 

“Aemond?” You mumbled as nausea threatened to overcome you. 

“Princess,” a female voice said and you cracked your eyes open to find yourself in a fully wooden room with two women. They both laid on the floor in the tiny room, same as you. 

“Where am I?” You asked bewildered. Your head pounded and as you reached your hand and touched the side of it, you felt a tender bruise and hissed in pain. 

“Princess, don’t you remember? We were captured,” the other woman said. 

It all came rushing back to you and you pressed your lips together to avoid vomiting. 

“Y-yes, where are we?” 

“Somewhere in the middle of the sea,” the younger woman said quietly, her tone distraught. 

You were on a ship, shoved in a small room, surely in the hull, that had been transformed into a temporary dungeon you discovered as you stood, losing your balance for a moment, and attempted to open the locked door. 

“We already tried that,” the one with the dark hair said. 

You sighed. “Of course you did.” 

“How long have we been in here?” You asked, panic filling your chest. 

“My guess is a day and a half,” the younger woman said. 

You sank to your knees and allowed the tears to fill your eyes as the despair hit. 

You later learned that the names of the women you were trapped with were Marrion and Eliza. They were both as terrified as you, but managed to learn as much as they could about the men who held you, which they relayed to you in hushed tones for fear of the guard outside the door overhearing. 

“Is it true that your husband will come to rescue you?” Eliza asked hopefully. 

You pressed your lips together. “Yes, but who knows how long it will take him to learn of my capture, to find me?” 

Both the women looked down in dismay. 

You knew that Aemond would abandon his war, his family, his life for you. You knew he would fight, would bleed, would die for you. Such was his love and devotion to his wife, but his family knew that as well, and a small voice in the back of your head worried and warned you that perhaps his scheming grandsire would prevent word of your predicament to be sent to your husband. 

You wondered if you prayed to Vhagar if she would hear it and lead your husband to you, she was practically a goddess of war in her own right. You didn’t believe in any of the other gods your husband and his family worshiped.

“We need to make our own plan in the meantime,” you said firmly and they nodded. 

You lifted your skirt and pulled out the sapphire embedded dagger strapped to your thigh that your husband gifted you on your name day. 

Your companions had watched the men’s patterns before you awoke, and you based your plan off that. Listening to your husband and offering him support taught you a decent amount about strategy, and hours of training with him had taught you self defense skills as well, and it was time to put both to use, this time with you having the element of surprise, not the horrible men who stole you. 

The next day, when the guard unlocked and opened the door that kept your prisoner, you were prepared to charm and simper, but the man smiled at you in a way that made your stomach sink, and threw a dress at you. 

“The captain demands your presence, you have ten minutes to ready yourself,” he said with another lingering look before turning and slamming the door shut again. The lock was loud as it was clicked back into place. 

“Well that makes things a bit easier,” you said and both women laughed in shock with you before they helped you make yourself look more presentable. 

As you made your way towards the captain’s office, the pirates aboard the ship stared and sneered. You blinked against the brightness of the sun as it glittered over the blue sea. There was no sight of land that you could see, nothing but depthless ocean, no option for escape but a watery grave. 

Your hopes of an easy getaway were dashed, you had no idea how long you would be forced to remain on this ship until it reached land and you could enact your strategy for release. 

There was also no sight of Vhagar, no dragon roar in the winds, no dashing husband with a sword in hand, no one to save you. 

Your heart sunk to your stomach. 

The captain grinned at you, and you held in your grimace as you followed him into the room he led you to. 

There was a table in the center of the room, food laden upon it, and your stomach growled in protest. 

He chuckled at the sound, “Please, eat as much as you desire.” 

He sat across the table from you and you waited until he filled his plate and took a few bites, before you tore into the food before you, uncaring of being ladylike due to the feeling of starvation. 

“I hear you are a princess,” the man said and you looked up at him as you used your napkin to wipe your mouth. 

“Your men stole me from my wedded family,” you said. 

“The Targaryens,” he said. 

You nodded, unable to withhold your glare. 

“They’re not my men, in case you are interested, just men who sell me goods that make me gold,” he drawled and you resisted the urge to slap him. 

“I am not an item to be bartered and sold, I am the wife of Aemond Targaryen and you will release me safely or my dragon will burn you and your entire operation to the ground,” you said, softly but with passion. 

He had the gall to laugh at you. 

You gritted your teeth and attempted to quell your temper, but your fiery temperament was difficult to leash, it was what attracted your husband to you in the first place. 

“You’re a hateful bastard,” you spat. 

He laughed again, “Guilty as charged. Princess, when we reach our destination across the sea, your husband’s family will be contacted and ransom will be posted. My crew and I will get our money and you will be returned home.”

You glared, wishing your look could kill. Your hand inched up your leg, grazing the sheathed dagger hidden under your skirts that hadn’t been found and confiscated during your capture. 

Pirates began screaming and then there was an earth shattering roar. 

You smirked. 

He pulled out his sword and pointed it at you and rested the tip against your throat. 

“You will die for this,” you purred. 

“Stay put,” he said as he then stood and walked past you to the door. 

As he opened the door, there was the most glorious sight to behold. Vaghar cast a shadow over the ship large enough it was nearly dark as night. Aemond’s silver hair shined as he climbed down a rope from her saddle and landed on the ship, his sword out and began slaughtering. 

“Targaryen,” the captain yelled as he stepped out and stood on the bannister, looking down as your husband cut down his men. 

You stood and quietly slipped your dagger from its sheath as you crept behind the captain. 

“Where is my wife?” Aemond bellowed. 

Heat filled you in response to his presence, his rage. 

The captain opened his mouth to respond when a blade pierced the back of his neck, pushed through, and broke through on the other side of his throat, before the dagger was withdrawn. Red splattered as he choked on his own blood, the only sounds of his surprise. 

He turned around to look at his attacker and you gave him a feral grin. 

“I told you that you and your entire ship would burn,” you said sweetly before you pushed him over the railing, ignoring the sound and sight of his crippled body on the wood as you looked up at your Aemond. 

The fighting had indeed paused as all were shocked by the death of the captain. 

“I am here,” you said, blood spattered and filled with relief. 

Aemond released a sigh of relief and gave you a feral grin. 

“Come to me,” he said as his sword clashed with another, the men regaining their wits and attempting to kill him once more. 

Everything in you wanted to yield to his command, to run to him, to be in his arms, but you had one more task to complete. 

“In a minute,” you called out as you took off running back towards the cell you were kept in. As you looked back, you saw the confused quizzical look he threw at you as he continued to stab and end the lives of the men who stole you from him. 

You raced down the hallway, having memorized the way, and saw the guard as he unlocked and opened the door where your companions were kept. 

You stabbed him in the back, and ripped your dagger out, so when he turned around in surprise, you stabbed him again in the heart. 

You yanked your dagger from him as you looked at the women, and yelled, “Follow me!” 

You ran back from the belly of the ship to the safety of your dragon. But as soon as you were out in the open and saw him again, you realized he was in trouble. 

He was the most skilled fighter, but he was overwhelmed by numbers. You threw your dagger at a man about to stab him in the back, and it found its home in the enemy's forehead.

You then picked up a sword off a deceased body and attempted to fight, but the sword was quickly knocked from your hands.  

Your foe held his sword to your throat and you huffed in frustration. 

Marrion and Eliza hid behind you, and at least eight men stood between you and Aemond. 

“Enough,” the man who held your life in his hands yelled. 

The fighting stopped and Aemond’s gaze met yours across the ship. Fire gleamed in his eye, blood coated his hands, splattered across his clothing, his handsome face, his silver hair. He was a god of vengeance, your protector, the bearer of your heart and soul. 

“Return my wife to me,” he snarled. 

“We outnumber you, yield,” the man closest to him said through gritted teeth. 

“I do believe you are forgetting something,” Aemond said with a smirk and Vhagar roared loud enough to rock the boat. 

You huffed a laugh. 

The men took a step back from your husband, shaking in their boots. 

Aemond held his hand out to you, you looked back to the man who threatened you, and with a sigh he lowered his sword from your throat. You ran into Aemond’s embrace, he pulled you close with one arm even as he continued to hold his sword up against the men. 

The other two women followed you, and hid behind the two of you. 

“My love,” he murmured, “Climb aboard Vhagar and lead your companions to do the same. I will be there momentarily.”

You pressed a kiss to his blood smattered cheek and did as he ordered. You climbed the rope that led you to Vhagar’s saddle, and as you got settled, you assisted the others in doing the same. 

Aemond continued his stand off with the men who remained. When one jumped forward, attempting to attack, he unleashed himself. 

The opponents were no match for your dragon, despite their numbers, and Aemond slayed as many as he could, before grabbing onto the rope. 

With words in High Valyrian dripping from his tongue, he ordered his dragon to fly, taking him higher and away from the men who attempted to take you from him. 

Only moments passed, and then he yelled, “Dracarys.” 

Liquid fire encompassed the pirate ship and it burned just as you predicted it would. 

You watched the ship, the men on it, burn to ashes before sinking into the ocean as Aemond climbed atop Vhagar’s saddle and situated himself behind you, wrapping his arms around you, the other two women behind him. 

“Let’s go home, my love,” he said in your ear, gently and reassuring. 

You nodded, sinking into his embrace, and only tearing your eyes from the wreckage when it sunk beneath the watery depths. 

The return to King’s Landing was quick, and trusted guards returned the women with you safely to their homes, but not before you offered them jobs in the Red Keep, which they tearfully accepted. Descriptions were given of the men that sold you to the pirates, and you knew they would be dead by nightfall. f

Then, your husband led you to the small council chambers, you walked in feeling bashful, but he strutted in, led you to sit as he stood behind you, one hand on the back of your chair the other on your shoulder. 

“Aemond!” His mother exclaimed. 

He ignored her and instead glared at his grandsire. 

“Why was I not properly informed that my wife had been stolen,” he growled. 

“You left your post,” Otto replied. 

“I don’t give a shit about my post. My wife was in danger. Days went by, days that she was no longer in your protection as you had promised,” he said, his voice raised. 

“Aemond, we were doing everything we could to get her back,” Alicent attempted to soothe. 

“Not enough,” Aemond said through gritted teeth. 

“It was a calculated decision to not inform you, the hope was that we would have her back safety before you discovered that she was ever gone-“

”You calculated wrong.” Aemond said, his voice low and dark, the promise of violence so strong that you looked back at him and placed your hand atop his own. 

“Aemond, I am fine, I am safe,” you reassured. 

He glanced down at you, the words seeming to smooth some of the jagged panic inside him.

“And we are so grateful that you are,” Alicent replied. 

Aemond looked back up. 

“We need you to return, you and Vhagar are essential-“ 

“Fuck that,” Aemond said as he tugged on your hand, pulling you up out of your chair and by his side as he turned to leave. 

“Aemond!” Alicent protested. 

“My wife will stay by my side,” Aemond announced as you both exited the room. 

”My love?” You asked, breathless as he walked swiftly through the halls of the Red Keep, keeping you with him. 

“I will return to the war efforts on the morrow and you will come with me, do you understand? I cannot breathe when you are not near me. I cannot breathe when you are not safely in my arms. I cannot- “ 

“Aemond, look at me,” you said gently as you placed your hand on the side of his face. 

You had pulled him to a stop right in front of your chambers, they had gone unused since you wed him as he had immediately moved you into his own. 

His breathing was ragged, panic still threatening to pull him under. 

“You saved me. I am here. And I will stay by your side always, if that is what you desire,” you said softly but passionately. 

His lips crashed into yours. 

His grip was tight as he pulled you against the hard planes of his body. 

Your heart soared as his passion threatened to consume you. The waves of his fiery passion threatened to pull you under as his tongue tangled with yours and he moved, leading you to step back until your back hit the door and he pressed you against it. His hands roved from gripping your hips, one grazing the underside of your breast, the other caressing the side of your throat. 

He pulled his lips from yours long enough to rest his forehead against yours and breathe out, “Always?” 

“Always,” you promised as you pulled his lips back to yours. 

His hand reached the handle of the door behind you, and he guided you into the room. He spent the night proving his devotion to you, imprinting himself on and inside your body, giving you pleasure of unparalleled heights. 

And the next morning, your dragon kept his promise of always, and brought you with him, holding you tight and close on Vhagar’s back as he returned to wage war against his foes. 

[shelikesorchids-archive]

CADENCE: Part One

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Audio Erotica Reader

Summary: Matt can't wait to get home to listen to your latest audio. He's a loyal subscriber, and you get him worked up like no one else does.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY. Mutual masturbation (sort of), pillow humping, dirty talk, some light sacrilege. You know, THE GOOD GOOD. Reminder that you are responsible for what you see once you click "Read More".

Author's Note: I would like to thank the Academy (@bellaxgiornata @loveroftoomanyfandoms and @souliebird) for enabling this. Edited, but not beta read, we die like Ray Nadeem (RIP). ENJOY!

Divider by @saradika

Matt was sitting at his desk going over a deposition when his phone buzzed with a new notification. He had been waiting for word on something specific, so he switched his headphones from his laptop to his phone to see what it was. As soon as he heard the source of the notification, he slammed his laptop shut and started packing up his things to leave. Foggy heard the commotion from his office and came to check on Matt to make sure everything was okay. 

“Hey, buddy. You okay?” 

“Yeah, Fog. Just feeling a headache coming on. The seasons are changing and you know how that messes with me,” Matt replied as he stuffed his laptop in his bag. 

“You want me to walk with you?”

“No, it’s okay, Fog. I can make it just fine.” 

“Alright, buddy. But text me when you get home. You know I worry about you and your headaches,” Foggy called out as Matt walked out the door. 

“I know, Foggy. But I’ll be okay. See you tomorrow, buddy!” 

—--------------------------------------------------

Matt walked home as quickly as he could, resisting the urge to break into a full on sprint. Once he made it to his building, he dashed up the stairs two at a time, and threw off his jacket as soon as he shut his door behind him. He furiously loosened his tie as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and used the voice command to open up the notification once again. This time when he opened it, he was met with the sound of your voice. 

“Hey baby, I missed you. Did you miss me?” 

Your smooth and sugary voice went straight to his cock, so he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, stepping out of them on his living room floor. He palmed over the bulge in his black boxers and pulled off his tie before going to work unbuttoning his shirt as your voice continued to play through his phone.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. I even had to excuse myself from a meeting to go touch myself in the bathroom, but I wished it was your hand. You know just what to do to make me feel good.” 

Matt was so caught up in your voice that it took him a moment to realize he was now half naked in his living room, right on display in front of the window. Truthfully, he didn’t care if the neighbors saw him, but he grabbed his phone and went into his bedroom. He placed his phone on the nightstand, shed his boxers, and climbed under his silk sheets. 

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out as he slowly stroked his cock while you continued to talk. 

“Am I turning you on, baby? I can see you’re getting awfully worked up in those dress pants. I’m getting pretty wet, myself. You’re so fucking hot. You wanna watch while I rub my clit?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Make those pretty noises for me,” he replied as if you were in the room with him.

You let out a moan as you rubbed your clit, and Matt swore he could hear how wet you were. He started stroking his cock faster and you moaned louder. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Yes, come for me, sweetheart. Fucking scream for me.” 

“But I wanna come with your cock inside me, so I’ll wait for you. I want you to feel me, and I want to feel you. Let’s come together, baby.” 

Suddenly his hand wasn’t good enough anymore, so he sat up in the bed and stuffed one of his pillows between his thighs to straddle it. The cool silk of the pillowcase felt like heaven against his achingly hard cock that was dripping with precum and begging for release. He started counting the Hail Mary’s he was going to have to say later for this depraved act in his head, but in the moment, he couldn’t be bothered to care. 

“You’re so big, baby. Do you think you’ll fit?”

“I’ll go slow, sweetheart, I promise. We can make it fit.” 

Matt rolled his hips against the pillow at the same time you let out another moan, and he grabbed onto his headboard for leverage. 

“You feel so good, filling me up so perfectly. Fuck me, baby” 

“You feel good too. I’ll go slow at first. I want to feel you.” 

“You’re not gonna hurt me, I can handle it. Just fuck me, baby. Please.” 

“How can I say no when you asked so nicely?” he purred. 

He quickened his pace as you continued making soft sounds of pleasure. He should be ashamed of what he’s doing: fucking his pillow while listening to audio porn and responding back to you as if you could hear him. But, he didn’t care. Once he accidentally discovered erotic audios, he couldn’t get enough, and you were his favorite creator. Your voice was like a drug to him, and he was always jonesing for another hit. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually fuck you instead of his pillow, but he would have to settle for this for now. 

“Oh, fuck I’m so close. I’m gonna come baby. Are you gonna come too?” 

“Fuck. Yeah, sweetheart I’m gonna come.” 

“Come inside me.”

You let out a guttural, almost feral moan, and Matt screamed in tandem with you. His thrusts became more erratic, sweat was beading on his forehead, and he was white knuckling the headboard. He was getting closer with every sound you made, and he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. 

“Oh, OH F-FUCK.” 

“Yes, sweetheart. Oh yes, oh FUCK.” 

His chest heaved, his breathing was ragged, and his hips stuttered into the pillow as he came hard. He collapsed backward onto the mattress, a thin sheen of sweat covering his entire body. “Shit,” he breathed out as he ran one of his hands down his face. 

“Did you like that? Be sure to subscribe for more, and don’t be shy about leaving me a comment! Until next time, audiophiles…”

After a few minutes, Matt sat up and reached for his phone to close the app. He knew that pillowcase was ruined, but that could wait. He stood up on shaky legs and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. As much as he loved your voice, and how turned on he got by it, he longed to have you in his bed so he could hold you afterwards, and maybe even join him in the shower. 

When he was done washing the post-coital sweat off his body, he dried off and put on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants, threw the defiled pillowcase in the trash, and sat down to leave you a comment on your latest audio that he got off to. He set his phone back on his nightstand, laid down in bed, and allowed his mind to wander about how you actually felt and how your skin smelled. Maybe one day he could find someone with a voice as gorgeous as yours. 

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The “CLOSED” sign had long since been displayed in the door of the coffee shop, and you were finally done with your closing duties for the evening. Your boss said you were free to go, so you grabbed your bag and your jacket, said your goodbyes, and headed out to your shoebox of an apartment. You loved living in New York City, but it was expensive, and just being a barista didn’t pay the bills. No one knew about your “side hustle”, and you liked it that way. It was oddly empowering to you that you were a caffeine peddler by day, but you used your voice to get people off by night. It was perfect because you could have fun living out your own fantasies, but no one knew your face. 

After scarfing down the take out you picked up on your way home, you sat down to check the notifications on your latest audio post. There were always lots of comments to sift through, but there was one username in particular that commented on every single audio you posted, and you always looked forward to their comments. 

As you scrolled through the comments, you finally saw the one you were looking for: “rllygdlwyr commented: So hot as always, sweetheart. I ruined a silk pillowcase with this one. May have to start buying them in bulk if you keep this up.” 

You laughed and bit your lip at the comment. Normally, subscribers calling you pet names would creep you out, but this one was loyal, and they pretty much paid for your take out habit with their subscription and their tips. As much as you hated to admit it, they kind of kept you going.

Once you were done checking your account and responding to comments, you took a shower, put on some slinky lingerie, and pulled out your favorite toys to make a new audio. According to their username, they were most likely a lawyer, so tonight you decided to try a little roleplay. 

“I’m afraid I’m guilty, but is there anything I can do to lessen my sentence? I heard you’re a really good lawyer.” 

[foryoufics]

Summary: Y/N, Jungkook's "wife"/fiance, is worrying and stressing, and he is there for her and truly amazing and she feels like a princess

Genre: slightly angst, mostly absolutely super sweet fluff; this is a "positive venting" piece--I wasn't sure what word to use so I actually googled it lol

Warnings: mentions of health issues, crying? (Both from physical pain but also joy), maybe one curse word

You lay with your eyes closed and sleeping, it must be around five in the morning. The sun hadn't even thought about rising and peeping it's light through into the bedroom, which you kept as dark as possible. The light bulbs had burnt out a long while ago and you didn't bother replacing them, your curtains were a black piece of fabric that after years of light bathing it had faded to a grey at best, the only source of light was the natural one from the sky that peeped through the window and came in through the doorway facing it's source and the lamp on your nightstand which you kept off unless you really needed it to see when walking in the pitch black of night so you wouldn't fall, or to read or do similar activities. Otherwise it stayed off. Once the sun rose it would still be too light and too bright in the room. That was one thing you loved about Jungkook's house, the blackness of it. You felt the pain coming even while you slept but kept trying to sleep, although you knew sleeping too late was going to make it all the worse. If you slept too long or too late the pain would be worse, if you didn't sleep enough it would be worse, if you didn't eat as soon as your eyes cracked open when you woke up the pain would be worse and then came the dizziness and the nausea and not long after that you knew a seizure was to follow. Still, you desperately wanted to make it to the point where the sun spoke to you before waking so you tried your damnedest but there wasn't any use, you weren't going to make it to that point. At five fifteen you wake with blurry vision and the throbbing that felt as if your brain was pounding and your skull around it inside was filled with water, a pain from the front and sides, nothing unfamiliar. You reach over and grab your phone to check notifications, knowing you couldn't get up out of bed to go get food or something to wash pain pills down for a while. These types of migraines were the rare ones yet still not unusual. You had been having them everyday like this for over a week now, you had thought it was your pillows because you were like the princess and the pea, or maybe a symptom of your period because they weren't like your normal migraines and had started at the same time. Your period has ended about two days ago though. You take a minute to collect your thoughts, you needed to go to your appointment today so you could get a refill on your pills so you get yourself ready and head out. You start thinking maybe it's the weather being crazy or season changing, like sinuses. Ultimately you don't know, you grab a quick beverage and bite to eat before making your way to your appointment and had forgotten to take any pain relievers. 

Seeing a text pop up on your phone you smile

Upon arriving at your doctor's office you check yourself in and sit to wait. It's a short wait thankfully. When your name is called you're unsure why you needed to make an appointment to get a refill on your pills because it hadn't been a full year since the last time. You're taken to the room and asked the usual questions by the doctor while they run the pregnancy test. Your head is still killing you. 

“Alright, and as soon as that comes back negative we will send the refill through for you, but, do you have any symptoms like feeling or getting sick, nausea, headaches or migraines??” 

In the moment, with your pain being so bad, you answer honestly and speak up finally. 

“Actually, I've had migraines since the sixth grade….” 

The doctor is immediately concerned, she talks with you about it and you answer the questions and then thank her. You both basically rule out the source being your pills because you haven't had any issues with them in all the years you've been taking them but she wants you to get blood work done today, to come see her in two weeks, and see neurologist. She wonders if you’ve ever been seen for your head and seizures before and you explain you haven't because you didn't have any insurance to cover it and couldn't pay out of pocket. She says now you should be covered and has to leave you for a moment to see another patient and you thank her. When you're alone in the room, it hits you at once, from pain and mostly joy. You cry right there. Sixteen almost seventeen years of dealing with the pain and toughing it out and you are finally able to maybe have something done. You immediately text the guys to tell them because they've all been begging you for years to do this, but text Jungkook as well, you're also worried and stressed because at the moment you're out of work and you only have coverage because of that.

You cried twice in the office and then during lunch, you met up with him and he wanted KPot, you fought the urge to cry, and actually messaged his Eomma to thank her for him. After getting home you even cried in your room and cried yourself to sleep, the pain had yet to cease, but, it was mostly because you were so happy about the news. After all these years you might soon have answers or medicine or something. After thanking his Eomma she as always was supportive and assured you she loved you, you were laying in bed getting ready to sleep and the thought of if your dad would be happy or proud you found Jungkook and felt like a complete princess in fact from the moment you left the doctor's office So This Is Love from Cinderella had been playing in your head. You thought about how she was the most Thug It Out princess of all the Disney princesses and how similar you were. The next morning you mentioned how it hurt to have such good news and you couldn't tell your mom or dad about it and his mother assured you could still tell your dad. 

“So this is love~ Hmmhmhmhm~, so this is what makes life worth living~,” you hum, unaware you're doing so the next morning, even though you're still in pain; pain was a constant. 

“Are you humming Cinderella? What are you doing?” Jungkook asks as he wakes up and walks into his living room, he stands behind you a moment and watches you build a castle with a Cinderella theme on your Animal Crossing island. “I thought Moana was your favorite?” 

“She is, she's one of my favorites, but I feel like Cinderella and it's your fault,” you smile 

He moves your neck so he can peck your lips, “okay, have you eaten?” 

“No….I haven't been up long” 

“You need to eat,” he says as he goes into the kitchen and starts making something 

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A Sweet Treat

Pairing: Elain Archeron x Lucien Vanserra

Summary: Lucien missed so much about Elain as she was gone on a research trip. Her melodic laugh, her gorgeous face and among everything else, he craved her delectable pussy. Luckily for him, Elain is eager to reciprocate the yummy favor of freshly baked cookies Lucien had baked for her.

All 3k words are below the divider or on ao3! I swear this wasn’t even meant to be smutty when I started, it just happens yanno 🤭💗

It had been two weeks since he’d seen Elain. She’d been on an expedition to the Galapagos Islands to see some fancy and nearly extinct species of tortoise.

It had been thirteen days since Lucien caved and admitted he was atrociously jealous of a turtle.

Lucien was also one of a kind, slow, and parts of him were hard, but no- Master Oogway’s stunt double got all of his girl’s attention.

He’d appreciated all the adorable photos of Elain surrounded by the lively archipelago and various geckos, or the long texts explaining each and what had to be every flower she came across. He would, of course, reply thoroughly and ask apt questions to earn a smiley video call so she could elaborately blab further.

Lucien loved seeing her in her element: on the verge of getting poisoned and/or stabbed to death just so she could catch a glimpse or catalog a plant or beaming at every creature and endangering herself to go tap its nose.

His current lock screen was a candid shot Nuala took of Elain crouching low to boop the nose of a large iguana on the beach. Her pink gingham bikini top and high rise denim shorts were… Well, they were also sources of Lucien’s envy.

A text from ‘💗 Lainey 💗’ pulled him from his reverie. She was two minutes away and the cookies were going to be done just- fuck, too on time. He’d need to pull them out in one minute and fifty four seconds and his oven had to be about... Hm, maybe a four second scurry from his front door? He could probably do it in three.

He pushed off his marble island and peered into the sweltering oven to check on the golden-browning batch of cookies. He blushed at his squinting reflection before doubling down his focus and checking on the four rows of four heaping dollops of chocolate cookie dough arranged on a flat pan. The tops had finally flattened and looked less like sticky balls.

Nesta may have been laughing her ass off while she recited the recipe, but she swore on the grave of her father, which weirdly only made her laugh harder, that she had listed everything correctly when Lucien confirmed all the ingredients and steps.

He had to barter Eris’s childhood stories for the elusive and highly regarded secret Archeron recipe, but he’d do whatever it took to recreate the warm, welcoming atmosphere of Elain’s own apartment for her to come home to.

Nesta had insisted on being the one to pick Elain up from the airport, then take her out for a one-on-one steak dinner and drop her off at Lucien’s. He really wanted to object or try to join them for dinner, but Elain just winked and assured him he’d have her to himself all night long, and Lucien’s brain went fuzzy and compliant. So now here he was, waiting until Nesta would deign to deliver his girlfriend with an eager, giddy smile and a concerningly fast-racing heart.

Forty-eight seconds remained on his timer, and the cookies were forming delectably. He did a once-over of his kitchen, making sure he cleaned up all of the mess he made making the dough.

“Perfect. Can’t wait to see you! 😘” he tapped out after liking her message.

He placed his phone down on the island to grab an oven mitt and readied himself to quickly take out the tray in... twenty-nine seconds. He chose the burgundy glove that was closest and stared down at the timer on his phone with a mitted hand and bated breath.

As he waited, he got overly excited at a Credit Karma notification, telling him his credit had gone up for the fifteenth time that week. He caressed the photo of Elain’s body with longing.

Faint clicking from outside his corridor, the same tempo as Elain’s chunky heeled boots, froze Lucien’s circulation with anticipation. He wanted her to suddenly be right in front of him and yet he also wanted her to take her time because he felt like fainting he was so overwhelmed.

Nine seconds. He straightened himself and turned to rest his gloved hand on the oven handle.

He turned to keep his eye on the countdown– seven seconds left, and the thumps of Elain’s footsteps were getting louder, as was Lucien’s heartbeat.

He checked the cookies, and they looked done but the timer still said five seconds. He knew he was probably being anal but he wanted to be exact. Eris would never forgive him if he knew Lucien traded humiliating stories for a recipe he didn’t give his all.

Though the chances of Eris forgiving him once Nesta flexed her newfound blackmail were already laughably low.

Whatever, worth it.

Two seconds and there was a jangly, tinkling sound prefacing three cascading knocks on his door.

“Coming!” Lucien’s voice called out over the ringing alarm.

He quickly yoinked the pan and set it down on the counter before running to the door– it totally felt like three seconds.

He fumbled with the door knob, having forgotten to remove the mitt. He groaned as he pulled it off and tucked it beneath his bicep. He was wearing a long sleeved grey Henley tee that was probably a size too small but Elain always eye-fucked him when he wore it so it felt like the obvious choice to match the black jeans she tended to slap his ass in.

He opened the door to see Elain in all her petite glory. A flowy, plaid, pale green cotton skirt hung low on Elain’s hips. A swath of soft, milky skin separated the waistband from the laced trim of her white crop top, cinched between her breasts to show off some of her lovely cleavage and the array of dainty chains that made up the golden stack of her necklaces. She was a bit taller than usual, atypically hitting Lucien’s pec due to the platformed brown leather boots that matched her caramel colored satchel hanging on her shoulder.

She wore a shimmering pink gloss on her lips and her wispy lash extensions brushed the edge of her oversized fashion frames– a tortoise pattern pair of glasses that looked so cute– like that black pair that the reporter from Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs wore.

Elain was holding a bunch of peachy tulips already trimmed and set in a white ceramic vase.

“Hey baby.” He reached out to take the vase with one hand and wrap his other around her waist, pulling her into a long kiss.

“Mmn, hey.” She smiled against his lips, her arms feeling up his own and resting around his neck.

“Hi,” he greeted... again.

She chuckled and took him back into a kiss, much slower and more deliberately deep. He melted into it.

He caressed the smooth exposed skin of Elain’s lower back, eliciting a pretty shiver. He wanted to hold her but the stupid– no, they were lovely flowers– the inconveniencing flowers were in his left hand.

He broke their kiss and pulled back. Elain’s brown doe eyes were bright and smiling. She pursed her plush lips and moved forward, no doubt for another lil’ makeout session but Lucien needed more than that.

“Missed you,” he murmured with a smile, brushing his thumb over her freckled cheekbone as he shut the door with his foot. He winced at how loudly the door slammed, but Elain just giggled at him. Her eyes crinkled further and her dimples grew impossibly deeper.

“I missed you,” she insisted, a finger poking at his chest.

Lucien huffed in amusement. He moved his hand to rest on the small of her back and led her to the kitchen. It wasn’t much of a walk as his kitchen was the first room one entered when walking into his place, and she’d already been there countless times– okay look, he just wanted to touch her- what’re you gonna do- huh?-

Sorry, sorry. It’s not you, it’s him, he’s just scared of coming off clingy.

Defensively, breaking the fourth wall moment concluded, they reached the aromatic peak of his apartment, right in front of the island, with their backs to the oven.

He placed the vase on the marble slab and glanced at her from the side, a brow raised involuntarily, waiting for Elain to comment on the perfect (in Lucien’s opinion) cookies that he’d baked for her.

She clocked his side eye and took a dramatic inhale through her button nose. Her head relaxed back and she loudly hummed contentedly. She lolled her head to the side and let her eyes fall open, a cheek-tearing smile painted her face.

“It’s almost difficult to acknowledge how perfect you are, Lucien. How can a thank you suffice when I’ll be thinking about this on down days?” she asked rhetorically. The adoration in her eyes took his breath away as she continued, “This is... priceless to me baby, thank you,” she said so earnestly it nearly brought a tear to his eye.

They were just cookies, he thought teasingly, but he shut that down real quick. She was precious, and he hated that such a small effort was so impactful but loved that he was the one making Elain smile like that.

It was so worth whatever Eris would do when he found out Lucien had told Nesta about that time he pissed himself– okay shit, he shouldn’t tell anyone else, Eris might actually murder him.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he said with an accomplished grin

She hopped up onto her tippy toes to steal him back into a kiss. His hands moved to her waist and he picked her up to set her down on the island.

She wrapped her legs around Lucien’s hips, and Lucien pulled her against him. Her skirt pooled around her waist and he ground his hardening dick against her.

She stopped him with a gentle double tap of her finger against his sternum and Lucien’s spine went rigid; he leaned away from her lips and mustered all the dejection he could into his pout as he faced Elain’s smirk and arched left brow.

“Let me eat at least one cookie first,” she taunted his eagerness and reached sideways for said confection.

“Oh, of course, my dear,” he breathed with a sigh of relief. He might’ve literally had an aneurism if she wanted to stop going.

He caressed her sides a bit nervously as she took a big nibble. Elain’s eyes lit up with joy and Lucien hugged her closer.

“Mmn, ohmygod that’s perfect,” she nearly moaned out before taking another bite.

Lucien beamed with pride, and a bit less wholesomely at her pleased moan. He needed more, and louder. He needed to hear her scream his name and refresh his mental image of her falling apart for him–

“That’s, great baby,” he said hoarsely, grinding his hips. She matched his bragging smirk.

“Why don’t you get on your knees so I can give you a treat, too?” she proposed with that sinful yet melodic tone of hers.

He dropped to the ground, hard. His knees might be bruised in the morning. Lucien hoped they would as proof that this happened– that he really had gotten this lucky.

“I fear the cookies hardly compare,” he groaned, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter. She rested her thighs on Lucien’s broad shoulders and leaned back onto the counter.

Lucien smirked at the shuffle of parchment paper and chewing; he smirked harder at the small wet spot already present on her panties.

There was no real way for him to remove them completely so he delved his face forward and nuzzled against the soft fabric, licking at the white silk covering her clit, eliciting a pretty gasp.

He buried his face further between the crease of her thigh and frustratingly covered pussy. He grabbed the edge of her panties between his teeth before sharply jerking his head and tore them with a groan. Elain’s thigh tensed around his neck.

“Sorry, m’gonna replace those,” he promised, wasting no further breath or time before delving his tongue forward, and licking up the seam of her cunt. He kissed against her clit gently and then sucked it into his warm mouth slightly less gently.

“Yes, yes you will,” she rolled her hips forward against his face, and Lucien moaned and took the hint, flicking his tongue against the responsive little nub he’d been dreaming of for weeks.

He huffed and licked lower, needily making his way to taste as much of her as he could. Elain’s moans climbed in volume as Lucien fucked his tongue into her and curved it upwards.

Elain’s legs wrapped tighter around his neck, strangling him needily. He huffed, and delved his tongue deeper inside her, retracting a bit and thrusting back in harshly, and did it again, again and again.

He lusciously stroked against her velvet walls, and one of Elain’s hands sprinkled crumbs in his hair as she tugged him closer against her pussy, willing him to go deeper. As always, he accomplished her will eagerly.

Elain clenched around his tongue, and he wished it was his cock. Speaking of, he rubbed his thighs together uselessly, trying to ease the pressure of his now-aching dick. He wanted to pop-up like a horny Jack-in-the-box and shove inside her, but he needed to taste more of her– she needed to drench his face generously.

“Oh fuck, Lucien, so perfect, right there,” Elain cried out above him. Her thighs were quaking and she was spasming around his tongue. He moved his hands from her hips, one hand reaching down so he could rub small, teasing circles that had Elain trembling.

He groaned into her cunt, moving one hand to palm himself. He was ridiculously close to coming just from nearly suffocating as he tried to drown himself inside her pussy. He’d always loved eating out his partners, but Elain’s sweetness was unparalleled.

Her hips jerked forwards, her hand tugging Lucien closer as she ground against his jaw and flooded his thirsty mouth with her come.

He moaned and pulled his tongue out to lap as much of her arousal as he could. He was sloppier and needier than usual as he licked her clean. He turned to place open-mouthed kisses against the inside of her thighs as he savored every drop, letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin.

“So fucking good for me baby, so good,” Elain breathed out, her legs slacking around his neck. He pulled back and rose from his knees, scrambling to undo his jeans and free his cock.

“You taste so perfect sweetie, missed you so much,” he husked, wrapping a fist around his length and twisting his wrist at the head to slick his cock with precome.

“Mnfg, you too, missed you too Lucien, please- please hurry the fuck up,” she panted, her legs raising to rest on his shoulders.

“‘Course sunshine, just relax f’me, yeah?” he cooed, leveling the crown of his cock against her tensing hole.

He smoothed his other hand up and down her soft thigh, smirking as she leaned back onto her elbows. She shakily leaned her weight onto one arm and pulled her crop top over her pretty, petite boobs. Elain gasped as Lucien immediately leaned forward to capture a perked nipple in his mouth.

He canted his hips forward, pushing his tip in slowly as flicked his tongue against the sensitive bud he was lightly rolling between his teeth. Elain’s back arched, changing the angle beautifully as he buried himself deeper.

She was as tight and hot as he remembered, sucking him in as much as he was shoving forward. He had her practically bent in half, her legs pressed down against her chest as he withdrew half his cock and sharply thrust back in. He kissed across her chest to her other nipple and licked that into his mouth too. All of her tasted delicious.

Elain’s bangles and rings clinked against the marble as she threw her arms over her head. She moaned out loudly, her pussy tightening like a vice grip around him as he moved in earnest, slamming in and out, jostling her around which each thrust.

He released her nipple with a wet pop and leaned up, moving both his hands to grip Elain’s waist and pin her in place for him to ruin.

“Ahh shit Lucien, g’na come again,” Elain warned, as if he couldn’t tell by the way she was clamping down on him so hard he could scarcely move. He fucked harder, knowing she could take it– wanted to take it.

“Go ‘head baby, come for me- fuck- scream for me Lainey,” he groaned, hypnotized by the way her tits bounced along with his thrusts.

“MNNHNFFFUCK LUCIENNN!” she cried out. Her pretty face was flushed, her glasses were askew, her top was bunched up close to her collarbones and her skirt was rumpled in the same fashion around her waist, the soft fabric brushing against his hands every so often.

“That’s it, so gorgeous sweetie, loveyousomuch.” His words jumbled as he neared his orgasm. It was getting harder to rock back and forth, his hips stuttering against his will.

He placed a kiss above her ankle bone as his hips jerked and he finally filled her to the brim with come. He let Elain’s legs fall down to his hips as he fell forward, attempting not to crush her with his body weight as he went boneless.

Her arms hugged around him as she nuzzled her face into his shoulder. They remained blissfully entwined until Lucien’s stomach rudely grumbled. He leaned back to face Elain with a blush as he glazed sideways at the tray of cookies.

Elain chuckled softly, the sound tickled his brain just right. “Go ahead, you earned it.” She said with a cheeky grin, reaching one hand from his back to ruffle his long copper hair.

He bubbled over with laughter at the slight patronization but happily accepted his reward. Lucien rolled off of Elain and pulled her on top of him, she shimmied out of her remaining clothes and melted into the hold, letting her eyes flutter shut as Lucien rubbed her bare back. As he fell into rest, he found himself wishing eating pussy was nutritionally beneficial.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! 💗

Thank you so very much @the-darkestminds for beta reading and helping me title this, you’re the best mami 😘 and @astro-h0e-4azris thank you for hyping me like no other, you’re actually deranged and I love u for it 🫶

Some people who might enjoy this silliness 🫦: @nus4y @jules-writes-stories @mudandmire @mistandmemories @buffy-vanserra @jon-snows-man-bun @fourteentrout @pippsmcgee @iftheshoef1tz @fingerpoppingood please lmk if you want to be on the Elucien taglist 💗

[mxnhoo]

surprises! (k. sn)

synopsis : sunoo was ghosting you the entire day, and you wanted to have a day out with your mom to take your mind off of it, and suddenly there was.. a surprise?! pairing : kim sunoo x reader genre : romance, fluff, sunoo is mad mad mad sweet it makes me want to cry, not proofread w/c : 2.6k a/n : hey guys, just had a quick idea and had to do something about it. idea is from @/hatsunenica on tiktok. worst part is, it's currently 1am and i need to wake up at 7am tomorrow LOL ignore the mistakes, hope yall enjoy. KINDA HATE IT THO COS IT'S KINDA CLICHE

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You rested on your bed, feeling exhausted after crying non-stop for hours. You were just laying down lifelessly, your phone beside your head. The room was dim, the only light source being the lamp that was resting on your nightstand. Your pillow and sheets were stained with your tears and snot, leaving an obvious outline and you stared blankly, resting on your side. You received a notification, making your phone screen turn on, and you instantly sat up to see the notification, but was quickly met with disappointment when you realised it wasn't from the person you anticipated it to be. Quickly looking at the time before your phone automatically turned off, you realised how early in the day it was for you to be crying like this. Heck, it was only 6am in the morning, the sun has barely rised and you're already feeling a trainwreck of emotions, it's insane. Disappointment and hurt only filled you as you think back on the reason why you were crying in the first place.

Sunoo was not responding to any of your texts or calls, and it was making you feel worried, scared, fearful, to the extent you were crying this badly. He stopped responding to you from 3pm from the day before, and it made your overthinking worse.

Was he tired of you? Was he ghosting you? Did he not love you?

But to make it worse, you two weren't even in a relationship, so you felt like you didn't have the need to get upset over this. Your eyes slowly closed and you drifted off to sleep, feeling completely exhausted after being up for majority of the night, trying to contact Sunoo.

The sunlight made it's way to your room, and upon the brightness increasing, you started to gain consciousness. Opening your eyelids, you are met with the ceiling, and you had to take a few seconds to just stare and recall what happened. You heaved out a big sigh and shook your head, trying to shake the thoughts away. You sat up on your bed and quickly check your phone one last time, and once again, no notifications. You wanted to cry again, but there were no more tears. You put your phone on silent and Do Not Disturb, not wanting to come into contact with it for a while.

You throw your feet over the edge and realise how your journal and pen was resting on the floor. You probably accidentally kicked it down during your sleep after you journalled how you felt, writing down all the things you felt down to release your pent up emotions. You pick the journal up, reading a few lines from the entry you made yesterday.

"i miss your touch, i miss the way you call my name" "i wish you would just say something" "i love you sunoo."

And upon reading the last line, you slammed your book closed, immediately putting it on your nightstand. You shook your head once more, letting out a long sigh. Suddenly, your bedroom door opened, and you turn your head towards the door. It revealed your mom who was looking elated, and she spoke out, "Darling, let's go out today! Dress up nice, okay?"

You wanted to refuse, you wanted to say no so you could just rot at home in your self-pity, but before you could respond, your mom had already closed the door on you, leaving you no choice. Maybe a day without your phone will do it. Maybe you'll feel better.

You softly screamed and set your foot on the floor, standing up and stretching, ready to carry out operation "Day Without Phone Or Texting Sunoo". You knew your mother would take you out to breakfast, so you made your way to the bathroom to start preparing to shower.

Dress up nice? You definitely did. You were shutting your eyelids close as you spray the setting spray on your face after having put on a full make-up look. You slowly put down the spray and opened your eyes, looking at the table mirror in front of you. You grinned as you realised how prettier you have gotten, feeling more confident in your own skin. Today, you wanted to just forget about all of your problems, and you were definitely going to do it in the prettiest way. You stood up from the chair to take into view of how you completeluy looked. The sundress you were perfectly complemented your body well, showing off your good shape and your make-up that was just finished off making you look like a princess. Goddess, even. Feeling happy at your look, you opened the door to see your mom who was already dressed up, sitting on the couch and waiting for you.

"Ready to go? Let's dine at your favourite!" she exclaimed. You nodded, already feeling detached from your problems, and you quickly snatch your bag that was hanging near you as you folloewd her. Your phone was still nicely resting in your room, and you glanced towards your room one more time before closing the front door beside you.

Breakfast at your favourite cafe -- Dreamy Drips, which served the best pancakes, and afterwards your mom bought french toast too, which was nicely accompanied by an ice cream flavour of your choice, chocolate chip.

Afterwards, you and your mom walked around the street, admiring the view and just chatting. Occassionally, Sunoo appeared in your mind and it always made you want to break down, but you focused on the person who loves you with her whole heart -- your mother. You smiled at her, laughing at the jokes she made.

Shopping at your favourite bookstore was also one thing you two did, feeling like you were in paradise. You felt ecstatic at the sight of filled-up bookshelves, and it was almost as if all your problems were non-existent.

A cat-cafe was the next thing you and your mom went to. You absolutely loved cats, wanting to own one so bad but not having enough time to take care of it properly. You caressed the cat that was resting on your lap, and you smiled at your mom who was now taking a photo of you.

Lunch was the next thing. You two ate at a sushi restaurant, completeley devouring the food at sight. When you were completely filled up, you burped loudly and rubbed your stomach, your mom laughing at you.

This time, you and your mom ended up in the mall. You walked past stores, liking how they all have their own styles and different products. You occasionally entered stores to see the different things that they sold, copping a few items here and there.

After a long day, your mom announced that she wanted to go home. You agreed, feeling exhausted yet refreshed too, and she called a taxi. On the taxi ride home, you expected her to be chatty, recalling the simple moments you and her shared earlier in the day, except she was constantly on her phone and constantly typing.

"Who was she texting that she's typing like that?" you thought to yourself. You shrugged and looked out of the window, watching as the car you were in drive past the buildings. Your mom was probably texting your dad.

Upon reaching, you and your mom step foot outside the taxi, and you were about to walk up to her so you two could walk in the house together, but she quickly looked up at you.

"Darling, I have to deal with last-minute things, take the keys!" she exclaimed, smacking the keys to your palms before going to the opposite direction. You didn't even have the chance to say anything before her silhouette started to gradually become smaller, and not visible. You sighed, holding your bag and the plastic bags from the shops you shopped at today, walking up to the front door. Your rings clinked loudly and you unlocked the door, stepping foot inside.

Immediately, you noticed how the aroma of the whole environment was different. It smelled like.. vanilla? You tilt your head in confusion, raising an eyebrow and closing the door behind you. You turned on the light switch and instantly noticed something on the floor. Red.. petals? You observed as it trailed to your room, and you cautiously look around to see if anyone was there, but you were met with nothing. You attentively stepped to the front of your room, twisting the knob and opening the door.

There he was. Sitting on your bed, in a suit, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers - roses, and balloons that were sticked onto your wall that spelled out, "Will you be my girlfriend?".

You dropped the plastic bags you were holding and brought it up to your face. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened, processing the sight that was right in front of you. Sunoo was chuckling, as he nervously scratched his neck. He stood up from the bed, and started stepping towards you, until you called out, "Stop right there!".

Upon hearing your callout, he immediately halted to a stop, his eyebrows raising as he felt slightly puzzled. "I-I just.. need to process everything.." you added on, slowly bringing your hands down back to your sides.

He chuckled and responded, "You can take your time, I'll always be here, okay, Y/N?". Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks and ears. You finally processed the sight in front of you, and cleared your throat. "S-so.. what is this?".

He finally took the steps towards you, holding up the bouquet and smiling at you oh-so handsomely. He replied, "I wanna ask the prettiest girl out, and it so happens to be you".

You still couldn't believe your eyes, but you slowly took the bouquet into your hands and sniffed the aroma of the roses. They smelled so beautiful. Your eyes started welling up, and upon seeing your emotional state, Sunoo started to panick, "W-wait, why are you cryin-?"

Tears finally rolling down your cheeks and you cried out, "I thought you hated me! I thought you didn't like me anymore and I thought you found someone else! I couldn't stop crying earlier today because of my overthinking!".

Still panicking, Sunoo quickly brought you into an embrace, and patted your back. "Shh, I got you, Y/N."

You continued to cry, now your tears staining his suit, not being able to hold back your tears anymore. He continuously whispered sweet-nothings into your ears as he patted your back and caressed your hair.

"Was this why you were ignoring me?" you asked, voice cracking at the last few words. Oh man, Sunoo wanted to slap himself for breaking your heart and making you cry like this. He quickly leaned back and cupped your face, "Yes.. I wanted to surprise you and make you really happy, but I didn't expect you to be over me not responding. I'm sorry, okay, baby?". He pecked your forehead, and looked at you with such a reaussuring gaze.

You finally looked at him, eye-to-eye, and you noticed how handsome he looked today. The way his hair was nicely slicked back, eyes looking genuinely worried for you, and you melted into his gaze. With your free hand, you caressed his cheek and finally smiled.

"There's the smile I love so much." he grinned, a pink tint on his cheeks showing.

"I got you a gift, mind if I show you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, signalling if it was okay for him to pull away, and you nodded "Not at all, what is it?".

He grinned and stood back from you, walking towards the other side of your bed and picking up a box that was blocked in your view. As you watched him, you look at the bouquet of roses he gave you and smiled, placing it down on the table near you afterwards. He walked back to you, holding the box with both hands, and he handed it to you.

"What's inside, hmm? I wonder what it could be!" you said, your heart currently feeling so ecstatic at the moment. You opened the box and is met with a variety of things.

The first thing you pulled out was a digital camera that looked brand new, and you looked at Sunoo with shock.

"Is this the digital camera I wanted?!" you asked, feeling completely excited. He nodded and you continue, "But isn't it $300?!". Your eyebrows furrowed, worried about the cost.

He shook his head, "Nothing is too expensive when it comes to you."

You pouted your lips, melting at his words as you place the digital camera box inside the box and took out the next thing.

A stack of polaroids that were joined compiled together by a rubber band. You placed the box on the table that also had the bouquet and removed the rubber band, seeing all the polaroids.

The first polaroid was of you when you and him had gone out to study with a group of friends. You didn't even know he took a photo of you.

Second polaroid was of you studying when you went to the library to study with him and a few others

Third.. fourth.. fifth.. and it went up to a 10th.

The 10th one was a polaroid of you at the cafe, when you and him had agreed to hang out alone. You remembered it clearly, he asked to take a photo of you on his polaroid camera, and you shyly smiled at the memory. The 10th one had permenant marker writing at the bottom, and it wrote "The moment I knew I was in love with you."

You gasp and you looked at him. When you and him had went out that day, it was 2 years ago. He had been in love with you for so long?

You tied a rubber band around the stack of polaroids and placed it back into the box, and now the last thing was.. mail. A lot of it. You questioned Sunoo, "What's all of this?".

He shyly smiled, scratching his neck, "I wrote a love letter for you every single time I couldn't stop thinking about you." Your jaw dropped again, and you looked inside, realising the insane amount of letters inside. You could easily say there was 10, no, 25, maybe even 50. That is insane.

"I hand-made all those flowers in the bouquet, y'know?" he smiled, fidgeting with his hands, feeling worried you wouldn't like it. You whined out, your heart melting at him and feeling so happy

"I love it, Sun, I love all of it." you cried out, feeling emotional. Upon hearing your words, his face lit up, and he immediately brought you into an embrace.

Sunoo cleared his throat, before asking the big question, "Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?".

You smiled at him, feeling so emotional that the boy your heart has been yearning for was finally asking you out, and even reciprocaiting your feelings.

"Yes, Sun, of course!" you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him for a kiss.

You were kissing him for the first time, and his lips felt so soft, so gentle. He held your head oh-so gently, and he was tilting his head to be able to gain more access. The way you two were moving in such a rhythmatically way showed the chemistry between you two, and you wanted time to just stop right here. Your heart was rapidly beating, and you felt like it could explode any moment. You felt so joyful, cheerful, delighted, elated, jubilant, ecstatic, all the snynonyms for happy. There were no words spoken, but it was so clear how much the two of you yearned for each other. The warmth you felt was like no other.

After a long minute, you slowly pulled back. Resting your forehead on his and looking right into his eyes, you smiled, "Sun, I love you so much."

He chuckled and replied, "I love you too."

[spookypete-94]

Take a Picture (part 2) NSFW

Sorry I know I'd post later after the first one! But the heat went out at my home and ya know... priorities.

Part 1

But enjoy!

No p in v, oral, some fingering, kissing, biting...jealousy- yada yada

scareactor!GhostxFem!reader

Y/N looked for the large man who had pinned her to the wall on her way out as she dropped off the SD card to Kate... She realized she never even knew his name. Walking to her car, she felt like she was being watched, but every glance over her shoulder, she was unable to locate the source.

This made her feel uneasy, but she had an assumption that she knew who it was. His large figure was just somehow so well hidden. Giving up, she put her car in gear and headed for home.

Slowly, she managed her night-time routine, the hour now late. Crawling into bed, she eventually found sleep after thinking of the interaction for what felt like hours.

It was around noon when she woke up again, checking her phone to multiple notifications and an email from her new employer.

"Thank you for the pictures. The success has gone wild on our social media. Our watermark has been placed on them along with her artist handle name for you social media. Please return tonight at 4 PM, same as last night." A link was then included in the email showing the album that had been shared on their multiple social media pages.

Opening it, she was in awe, not able to go through the pictures herself at the end of the night. She had no clue what she had caught. The main picture now at the top of their website is one of the nameless man she felt herself swooning for. Mid-scare, size hulking over a group, all of them cowering in fear. Her eyes traced over his muscles, the picture seized at the moment with the axe prop above his head before he was to bring it down.

Closing her eyes, she thought about being closed in by him once more. Stuck in the corner, his arms on either side of her, and his hot breath that was seeping through his mask creeping across her skin once more. The words he had spoke ringing through her head, hoping he would hold true on his promise. Unsure of how to make him follow through with it.

She ate and got ready, 4 PM not too far off from her shift start. Pulling into the lot, she found Kate outside of the briefing room.

"See my email?" she asked, her tone showing how impressed she was.

"I did!!"

"Let's have a repeat." Opening the door for her to enter. Y/N saw the room wasn't as full this time, but she was early. Yesterday, she had paperwork to go through and sign, but tonight, she had the pick of the room 6 she wanted to stand.

Choosing the back in the corner near a chair and table, she pulled out her equipment to get set up. The room eventually started to fill, workers filing in like an ant line. Her eyes would periodically look up where, at last, she locked on to the brown ones that had teased her last night. If his mask was off... she would be able to see his smirk. She would be able to tell he was happy to see her. But she didn't, and that lingering feeling of excitement and fear hit her all over again, factored from the unknown.

Watching his wide stride, her heart pounded, seeing him get closer. But nothing matched the feeling when she felt him stand behind her. She looked up at him, tilting her head back, trying to be inconspicus as she did so. However, his eyes were already down, looking at her.

"Evenin', sweetheart," he mumbled down to her in that deep voice of his. The embarrassment Y/N felt made her head quickly jolt down as she squeaked, now looking ahead. Chuckles could be heard from him, making her heart rate spike.

This briefing started out about the same, but instead of being in the main courtyard, she was on the other side of the park for the night. Learning the large man's name as Ghost finally, he would be on the main side of the park and in her area later at shift change.

"See ya' out there, kitten," was said lowly into her ear while he bent over and picked up his prop axe next to her bag.

"See you," was all she could manage to say, feeling dumb at the lack of words and her normal wit. Seems like this man just rendered her speechless.

Starting her trek to the back of the park before it opened, she was slightly sad she would not be able to see the droves of scariees come in like she did the night before... and maybe knowing that Ghost was there for the start of the night as well.

Setting up 2 cameras tonight, one on a tripod to catch groups of people going by, and another lose in her hands was her strategy for tonight. Always feeling like she did her job well, she was excited for tonight. The yelling from scarers, to the giggling fits as people ran away, allowing her to smile, distracting her from anything else. Conversations started to catch her ear, though, hearing whispers from young women and men about the large man at the front of the park. Him being the main person they had come to see. She knew instantly who they were talking about.

"The pictures looked great, but man he looks better in person."

"Did you see how close he was to us?"

"He's so hot."

Hating to admit it, but she felt so damn jealous. The attention he was giving to others, she wanted for herself. But having to remind herself this is what people pay for... and she was getting paid. Telling herself to pull her head out of her ass, she focused on her task at hand. Stopping people and asking if they wanted pictures with the actors helping time go by. Shift change finally came, and it seemed as though Ghost appeared. He brought a flood of people with him. People flocked to him, and he basked in it.

The jealousy flared up all over again, and she fought hard to reel in it's ugly green head. Grateful for the half mask she wore at least hiding her furrowed brow, but if anyone knew her well enough- they could tell by her tight lips how annoyed she was.

Glued to one spot, she stayed listening to people ask over and over again to take their picture with their "beloved hot" Ghost. Some even linking their arms around his waist or hands on his chest. Fuming. Absolutely fuming was the way to describe how Y/N felt.

It was a turn of events when Ghost pushed through the herd of people. Long strides once more to reach her. He towered down to look at her for a hot second before he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, making her let out multiple gasps. One leaving her mouth, and the dozens of others watching him carry her away.

"What are you doing!?" she asked.

"Look like you need a break," his tone coy.

"I'm getting paid for this!" Her whining was quickly silenced from a light bite that he placed on the plush of her thigh next to his head.

"I'll pay ya' for what I'm about to do if you're that worried then." He said, snagging her camera and exchanging an SD card for one that was in his pocket with the one that had her work on it.

Taking her to the back of the park, and into what looked like to be a shop on the outside but was storage for the park.

He set her down on what looked like to be an old Victorian couch, no doubt used at the park. Arms caging her head, leaning in while he lifted up the mask.

"These are mine. No one else will see them or have them." Understanding what he was implying she nodded, eyes locked with his autumn ones. Lips then locked with hers, kissing her slowly.

"Can't be getting jealous at work." The tone he was using now taunting her.

"Easy for you to say."

The thunder of his chuckle reverberated through his chest. Placing his hands on her jeans he slipped them down, she lifting herself to allow him, hand brushing against covered pussy. She gasped at his braziness, but arched with him as his hands rode up her core and grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt.

"You want to be mine then?" voice still rumbling in her ear.

"Yes." She blurted out, preparing to lift her shirt.

He smacked her hand away, laughing louder this time.

"I will take my time here, little one."

Groaning, she laid back down. Lifting the camera, he began to snap photos of her mask, t-shirt, and panties.

"Want to document everything." He said, moving her legs into the next position, angling them as he took photos lower and lower. "Ya alright with this?" He asked kindly, making sure she was comfortable.

"I am," Y/N said confidently.

Lifting her shirt, he started placing a trail of light kisses in his wake.

"What's yer name?"

This time, a light giggle left her, finding it ironic she was this far with a man who didn't even know who she was.

"Y/N."

His mouth rewarded her for her answer. He bit at her ribcage, grabbing the thin flesh, starting to suck to place a hickey. Gasping and squirming harder, he tightened his grip on her, refusing to let go.

"Well, Y/N. You're mine, and I'm yours." Fingers running across the marked flesh before snapping another photo of her bearing his mark. Leaning in, he kissed her once more, fingers running across her lips after.

"These are mine," kissing her lips deeply hands now running up her shirt.

"These are also mine," he said lightly, squeezing her breasts, removing her shirt up over head. Fingers now tracing down her tummy and to her back where he squeezed her ass.

"This is mine." Before flipping her over, a slight grunt from the shock of him being so quick about it. Large hands grabbed her hips and ran up her body. Lightly, he pushed in between her shoulder blades, pushing her into the couch. She felt his teeth once more on her skin before leaving another love mark on her left hip.

Next, he stood up beside her as he took a picture of her from the side before getting back inbetween her legs and pulled her panties down. Fingers rubbed against her flooded core.

"But this is especially mine." He near growled into her ear before slipping a finger in, making her moan. Smoothly, he used one hand to unclasp her bra, it sliding down her arms from gravity. Wiggling his fingers inside her, curling up as he did. It made her gasp uncontrollably, but his tongue pressed against her, making her squeak. Slipping another finger in as he did, his tongue lower pressing into her clit and nose angled against her ass cheek. It was a pattern he was doing frevently, moving quickly to make her cum. Promptly, she did, walls squeezing around his fingers, him slowing down. Nipping at her outer thigh once more, he flipped her over on to her back. Grabbing the camera, he took pictures of her body fully naked, but face still covered with the mask.

The peace of this position was quickly over as he yanked her legs up over the side of the couch, making her yelp. Head was now hanging off the side of the couch where her hair cascaded down to the floor, pooling at the ground.

"I got ya love," he said, calming her, fingers at the base of her jaw turning her head to the side, backing up and taking pictures of her body in this provacative position.

Y/N had never done anything like this before... let alone with someone she just met.

The intimacy from him only increased, watching him crawl to her. He tugged at the ties on her mask, it was now falling to the ground where he left it. The prop played into the art he was making. Sitting back on the ground in front of her, the camera continued to snap. She was muse completing his master piece.

"Look at me," his voice was low and seductive.

Instantly, she turns her head to look at him, completely bare before him. Watching the shutter close and open, the flash went off, and she stayed staring at where his eyes were behind the camera.

"Good girl," he crawled to her once more, quickly reaching her to kiss her long and slow. Tongues running together.

The bells ringing out to midnight, signifying the park was now closing. Everyone turning into pumpkins.

"Get dressed, get your gear." He said, popping the SD card of his into his pocket and putting hers back in.

"What??" Shocked he wasn't going further, disappointed a better term.

"Going to take ya' for dinner first 'fore I fuck ya' proper. Get dressed. I know of a 24 hour diner." Lightly tossing her clothes to her.

"Oh." The skin of her cheeks bright red, once again embarrassed from her needy behavior.

Once dressed, she flipped on her camera, making sure the images were not of her before she turned her SD card in.

"Told you, for my eyes only." He said, showing her the SD card.

Nodding once more, scurrying to drop the cards off with Kate, ready to go on this date with Ghost.

"What are you?" He asked, blocking the door smiling coyly.

"Yours"

"And I am?"

"Mine." The answer came out easy, grinning.

"Good girl."

Simon Ghost Riley Masterlist

[underfcvcked]

“Treat You Better"

Tsugikuni Brothers x Reader

Chapter 3: Your Mistake Is My Opportunity

Yoriichi x Reader x Michikatsu

MODERN AU

A SERIES

WARNING: Smut Scene, Swearing

I don't own the picture and dividers used.

"f-fuck n-ngh~", Yoriichi was in between of your thighs eating your pussy out while michikatsu is behind you playing with your boobs, circling and pinching your nipples while his heavy breathing hits the back of your neck.

"I-i'm Close" Yoriichi then stopped eating you out as he stood up and wiped his lips with his thumb, "Why did you stop? I was closee" You whined.

"I got tired of playing around, let's take this serious" He started undoing his pants while michikatsu chuckled "Impatient aren't we?" Yoriichi just ignored his older brother while you stared intensely at yoriichi who's undoing his pants, This was your first time seeing the brother's cocks so you were curious and had your eyes focused on him. michikatsu was still behind you and his hands are getting down to your thighs, He started to circle around your clit earning a small whimper from you.

Yoriichi was now only wearing his boxer, You could already see the tip of his cock until..

RING RING

Time: 9:00

You suddenly woke up. "HAH?" You immediately sat up and began scanning your surroundings, You were panting and sweating from your dreams so you rested your forehead on your hand trying to calm yourself down

"Man was that a nightmare? Or a dream com- NO I CAN'T BE THINKING LIKE THAT OH MY GOD" You slapped yourself and got embarrassed of your own dirty thoughts, do you really view the brothers in that way?

You shook off the unbelievable thoughts raging in your head, You immediately grabbed your phone to check the time and it was already 9:04.

"Aw, I fall asleep on the couch while watching the latest episode of Demon Slayer I wonder what did I missed?" You got up and went to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast however when you opened the fridge it was empty, You tried checking the cabinets to see if there are still some Noodles left unfortunately you ran out aswell. You sigh to yourself and decided to go to a grocery to restock your sources.

You are about to go to the bathroom to clean yourself before going to the grocery until a notification pop out your screen.

> NEW MESSAGE FROM MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

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[Muzan Kibutsuji]

Good morning Y/N, how are you?

[Y/N]

I'm doing great, how about you?

[Muzan Kibutsuji]

I'm good, thank you for asking.

It's been a week since we last saw each other I was thinking if you wanted to go watch a movie with me?

[Y/N]

I'm interested! What is the movie about? 👀

[Muzan Kibutsuji]

You will have to find out yourself.

[Y/N]

Aw:(

[Muzan Kibutsuji]

See you at 3

[Y/N]

Cyaaa

Wait! what about your coat?

—

You waited for his reply but after a few minutes he just left you on read not even bothering to reply, "Wow he really left me on read, guess I'll just have to keep his coat"

It's been a week since that weird incident occured and you got saved by no other than Muzan Kibutsuji, The one your mom and yoriichi despise the most. Of course You didn't told anyone about the encounter with Kibutsuji since you knew that yoriichi or your mother would probably forbid you to get close to him but you couldn't help but want to be closer to kibutsuji after all he is the one who saved you

Fast forward, You are now in the bathroom taking a warm shower while playing your favorite music on your phone. After a long shower you dried your (H/L) (H/C) while brushing it, After it was all dried out you got out the bathroom and walked towards the closet to pick out an outfit, you picked out a white sweater and pants that goes well with your soft white sweater.

You took a look in the mirror to check if it was okay, "Alright! I'm all good" you hummed taking your purse from the table, You sprayed your perfume all over yourself and after that you walked down the stairs to where your shoes are.

You are about to go to the door where most of your shoes are placed when you noticed that your living room's window is wide open

"eh? Did I left it open?" You questioned yourself, you just shrugged it off thinking that you probably must of have left it open since there was no one else in the house but you so who else could open it? You closed the window and went near the door to put on your white shoes with low socks.

As soon as you are done doing your shoes, you walked towards the door to exit your House after you are outside you locked the door behind you with a key and later on stuffing the keys onto your pockets.

'Behind You'

You quickly turned around because of the voice in your head thinking that someone is behind you but nobody was there.

You panicked for a short amount of time then you thought about how much coffee you consumed last night, You assumed that maybe it's just the side effects of drinking too much coffee "Is this the side effects of drinking too much coffee?"

You are about to walk over to the garage until you stopped on your tracks, "I'm too lazy to drive on my own I'll just take the bus", you began walking away from your house to wait for an upcoming bus.

After a few minutes of waiting a bus finally appeared and you entered the bus, observing the bus there was only 5 people including yourself. You sat near the window and took out your phone to prevent yourself from boredom

You wanted to chat the tsugikuni Brothers but things was still awkward for Michikatsu while Yoriichi is probably busy as of now based on his status being 5 hours offline. To entertain yourself from boredom you decided to chat your group of frienfs

—

[Y/N]

Hellooooo

—

No response. All of your friends is probably busy right now so here you are dying out of boredom, you decided to just take a nap but then you remembered you still have one more person to chat Aizetsu

—

[Y/N]

Hi

[Aizetsu]

Oh hi, I thought you forgot about me T~T

[Y/N]

Almost did

[Aizetsu]

:(

[Y/N]

I'm just kidding HAHAHA, how are you?

[Aizetsu]

Life is tough my brothers have been bullying me straight for days and my older brother Sekido kept on scolding me even though I didn't do stuff 🥲

[Y/N]

That's tough, Just ignore them. By the way I have a question to ask

[Aizetsu]

Yeah?

[Y/N]

Do you know a man who goes by the name 'Muzan Kibutsuji'

[Aizetsu]

Weird question but yes I do.

[Y/N]

How did you got to know him?

[Aizetsu]

Almost everyone knows him, he's a well known celebrity

[Y/N]

I mean do you have connections with him?

[Aizetsu]

Sort of

[Y/N]

How

[Aizetsu]

My family works under his family, Like my grandfather Urami is one of his men and same goes for my brothers.

Why so curious?

So does that mean you work for him aswell?

[Y/N]

Secret

[Aizetsu]

Secret

[Y/N]

>:(

[Aizetsu]

Don't get mad at me:(

—

You are about to reply to Aizetsu until you noticed that you already reached your destination, so you left him on read

> NEW MESSAGE

(Aizetsu: Seener 😭)

You didn't notice the notification from your phone as you are too busy getting off the bus.

While walking towards the grocery you noticed eyes on you , You look around the area trying to figure out who is looking at you from the crowds.

The crowd was pretty busy and they were minding their own business so you just shook the thoughts off your head thinking that you are just being paranoid.

Unfortunately, Every step you took you couldn't ignore the guts.

Tap

You flinched when someone tapped your shoulders from behind, you immediately turned around in a defensive position "WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING M- wait Michikatsu? muichiro?" You calmed down after noticing that it was just your friends who tapped you from behind, you took a deep breath while they look confused from your sudden reaction a second ago.

"Sorry, did I scared you?" Said michikatsu, He was wearing a dark purple with black patterns hoodie and black pants, his hair was well hidden in his hoodie while he wore a pair of sunglasses and mask. Same could be said for muichiro except his hoodie is white and mint green in a pattern of mist.

"Michikatsu you gotta be careful nexttime I almost had an heart attack" you paused for a bit catching your breath "your outfit look silly" You teased, though you knew exactly the reason why both michikatsu and Muichiro are dressed like that since celebrities can't be seen too much in public or else it would be pure chaos.

"My apologies, may I ask what brought you here?" michikatsu inquired while muichiro waved at you, you waved back and answered michikatsu "To shop obviously" You paused after realizing that yoriichi and Yuichiro isn't with them, normally it would be the 4 of them hanging out "What happened to yoriichi and Yuichiro? Why are they not with you?"

"They are busy" He answered, you just let an 'oh' knowing that yoriichi is a busy man especially due to the fact of yoriichi lately trending all over social media, yoriichi is a rising star. While for yuichiro he was some sort of introvert and he prepares staying inside the estate though he is also a rising star since he played a huge role in a famous movie same to where muichiro did aswell.

After having your conversation with the two, the 3 of you decided to do grocery together since they were also there to restock their sources, Michikatsu bought a lot of vitamins while muichiro only bought foods. Currently you are in the Food area picking something out from the retail shelving until you caught a glimpse of someone in a white hoodie looking at you but it suddenly disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Huh?" you felt chills down your spine so you immediately rushed over to the two with your basket. Muichiro noticed you speeding towards them so he asked you if you are okay and you struggle to talk maybe they might think you are weird.

Regardless of those thoughts, You decided to tell them about your worries because you have been feeling like someone is watching you for a week, you tried disregarding it thinking that you are just overthinking it but you couldn't help but feel that this might be something serious.

"I'm not okay, someone is watching me" You took a deep breath looking around your surroundings, "atleast that's what my instincts told me, it have been like this for a week."

Michikatsu and muichiro stared at each other for a few seconds before returning their gaze back to you, "Are you sure you are not feeling tired Y/N?" muichiro asked, it look like muichiro didn't believe you since you openly talk to him about watching too much horror movie with stalkers in it and he thinks that you applied it in reality however for Michikatsu this seems like a serious matter because you never really talk about these kind of things "I see, if you want I could help you place a couple of CCTV in your house to ensure your safety or hire a guard for you" He offered.

You thought about it for a while and it was indeed a good idea of placing CCTV around your house how could you not think of that sooner but talking about a guard, you aren't really comfortable with having guards around since you wouldn't have too much privacy and you have a 'long history' with guards in your childhood making you despise some of them. "I'm not comfortable with having a guard around me all the time but I'll take your idea into putting a CCTV all around my house."

The 3 of you ended up buying a couple of CCTV to put around your house while muichiro was chatting with someone on his phone the whole time and he seem troubled. As soon as the 3 of you are finished with the groceries all of you got in the vehicle, Michikatsu told you to wait for a few minutes since he forgot to buy something so here you are In car's backseat with muichiro on the other side still chatting someone.

"someone got a gf?"

"no"

"I doubt it, why is your eyes too fixated on the screen?"

"what? Are you jealous because I'm not giving you attention?"

You sighed at his sarcastic response, he didn't even bother take his eyes off the screen so you just assumed that it was something important for him to be so focus on. "if you want attention you could just ask for it" You rolled your eyes at him this guy surely have guts to be jokingly flirting with you well it's not that you mind since you have been friends with him for a long time.

"I definitely do not nee-" you stopped talking when he suddenly put his phone down and his face leaned closer to yours. He did not have his mask on nor his sunglasses since he took them off the moment he entered michikatsu's car. So now both your faces are just a few inches away from each other and your lips almost touching, you could feel his light breathing as he stared at you intensely

You froze on spot as your cheeks became red, he slightly tilted his head still staring at you while he poke your cheek with his finger "you really are beautiful up close." , his compliment made you almost lose your mind so you shoved his face away from you "Y-you are too close and who the hell taught you that" Stuttering and still red from embarrassment you couldn't look him straight into his eyes so you just closed your own eyes "Was it bad? Uzui-san told me it was a good idea.."

"Don't ever take advice from him. Ever."

The both of you got distracted when someone opened the door, Michikatsu was back "Sorry if I took so long" he apologized as he handed you something...(Favorite/Food)? "I know your love for that food so I decided to buy it for you to help you calm down from your problems."

Your eyes lit up as you hummed, you immediately started thanking him and muichiro is just besides you thinking about why michikatsu only got you food but not him. Michikatsu started driving and muichiro is just playing on his phone to kill time while you are eating your favorite food.

After a few minutes of driving, muichiro placed his head on your shoulder while taking a deep breath. "tired?" You asked to which he just hummed in response, you decided to share some of your food with him since he does look tired "Wanna try my food?" you asked while he muttered "sure" so you feed him your food with chopsticks.

Michikatsu who is watching from his rear view mirror was jealous, he was salty because he wished it was him getting fed by you, now he's wishing he didn't brought muichiro along

"I'll drop you off first to your estate muichiro." said michikatsu, muichiro tried to protest "my estate is closer to yours so why can't we just go over to y/n firs-"

"Stop complaining or get out the car", Muichiro who is still on your shoulders just rolled his eyes and you wonder why michikatsu is in a bad mood. You wanted to ask him if he was okay but this definitely does not look like the perfect time.

A few more minutes passed by and you are already at muichiro's estate, before muichiro gets out the car he gave you a light kiss on the cheeks which made you flustered as hell while michikatsu had an annoyed look. as soon as muichiro closed the car's door Michikatsu took this chance to talk things out with you.

"Y/N." He called out to you his eyes still focused on the road ahead of him, "hmm?"

"We need to talk"

???'S POV

Tch, this is too easy.

For the past few hours I have been placing these small cameras in places where I was instructed to put, 'this will ensure her safety' they say.

However I have to hurry up, she might return Any moment now.

"we followed the car she is in, based from my calculations they will be home in about 10 minutes or so. Make sure you hid all the evidence. Pretend you are never there."

"Fuck you, I know so shut your damn mouth"

The guy speaking from the small radio irritates me so much, hell I'd rather get arrested than work with that guy but master wanted me to participate and I couldn't defy his orders.

I double checked all the places where I hid the cameras and made sure that they stay in put. I was about to go exit throughout the window when my eye caught something in her bedroom, Curiosity got the best of me so I approached it.

"What the fuck? Isn't this.."

"Get going, They are approaching"

3RD PERSON POV

"Ouch"

You had your other arm around Michikatsu's shoulders while his hand is around your waist assisting your body to walk, you are having trouble with walking due to what happened earlier, "Sorry I'll be careful nexttime."

"It's not your fault so don't blame yourself I did this to myself", You reached out to your pockets to get your keys, after managing to get a hold of your keys you unlocked the door while michikatsu helped you get to your couch, he gently placed you down and went to the kitchen to get you cold water.

After a few seconds he returned to you with a cup of water on his hand, "You didn't have to"

"It's fine, have it. I'm sorry if you tripped over my foot" Michikatsu apologized again, it was his 10th time apologizing "Heyyy like I said it's fine!"

Gently taking the cup of water from michikatsu's hand you quickly drink it while michikatsu just stared at you with full of admiration

"Oh what about the camera? Should I help you place them?" Thinking about how michikatsu already did so much for you such as paying for your grocery you decided to lie about not wanting to put camera anymore so you wouldn't have to be a burden to him anymore. "ah I changed my mind, having cameras all around my house is weird" At first he raised his eyebrow in confusion since earlier you were so eager to put cameras around your house but he just decided to respect your decision "Alright, but if you need help I'm here'

You just hummed in response, he fixed his hoodie and hair before going out. He wanted to stay for a little longer but he still have other schedules so he had no other choice but to fulfill his duties.

"before I go" His hand grabbed your chin as he leaned closer to your face, "I'm quite jealous of my cousin being able to be clingy towards you" he then kissed you on your lips as you melted at the sensation. The kiss was going deeper and deeper until you snapped out your thohghts Wait this is wrong

Friends don't act this way.

You are not even his Type.

This is wrong

You gently pushed him away while he look confused, "What's wrong?"

"this is wrong, we can't be seen together. Your career might fall apart"

"Nobody is even here, it's just us Y/N", Even though michikatsu already apologized about his cruel rejection words the wounds he left remained, it was the type of wound that one can not heal.

You don't want to get caught like this with Michikatsu, you don't want the media to find out about this, You don't want his reputation ruined because of a mere artist. "Leave at Once."

Michikatsu had an expression of shock, he look like he wanted to say something but seeing you like that...he understands you need space. "understood" Michikatsu exits your house and took one final look at you before leaving, he knew he messed up and he couldn't do something about it so he just sigh in frustration and closed the door behind him.

Tears started falling from eyes as you hated yourself for pushing him away even though you wanted him you love him. But it needed to be done, you wanted him to have the best career so you did what you thought was best.

You decided to take a warm bath to clean your thoughts before going to hangout with Kibutsuji but since you are still struggling to walk you held onto any item and furniture that could support you.

CRASH

You accidentally knocked your own vase while holding onto the table for support, you stared at the broken vase Infront of you and noticed something unusual

"is that a recording device?" You bent down to the broken vase to confirm your thoughts but when you tried to take it a broken piece of the vase got onto your hand so now you got a small injury, you ignored this injury and still took the recording device. You inspect this recording device while sweating

Someone is watching

'Behind you'

You quickly turned around to find no one, the voice in your head is back. you panicked at the thought of someone watching you did they also saw you naked?

You quickly reached out to your phone calling the first person who came across your mind, Muzan Kibutsuji

Ringgg

"pick up...pick up.."

MUZAN'S POV

“all those shitty training and you still can't find it?"

I was scolding akaza for being incompetent until a ringing was heard from my own device, I looked over at the screen only to find her ringing me up. She doesn't usually ring me up randomly so this caught my attention.

"Leave"

"As you wish."

When my subordinate left the room I picked up the call.

(Kibutsuji...you have to help me, Someone placed fucking cctvs all over my house Someone is watching me)

Her voice..she sound like she's scared.

"Oh? Calm yourself down Y/N do you want me to pick you up?"

(Yes please)

(But I have to favor to ask if that's okay..)

"Hm?"

(Can you inspect my house? I don't feel safe)

"Very well"

I hang up on her while a smirk appeared on my face, I don't remember sending anyone to stalk her nor place those CCTV in her house It must be her Mother L/N. What a stupid woman.

Your mistake will be my opportunity.

—

IN THE CORP'S MEETING PLACE

"You found Kibutsuji's coat in my daughter's bedroom?!"

The mother of Y/N L/N was shocked upon seeing the picture of Kibutsuji's coat in her daughter's bedroom, Yoriichi who is also present at the meeting was fuming with rage.

"Sanemi, that is not a nice thing to say to Mrs. L/N" Said by Shinobu Kocho who gave sanemi a dissapointed stare, she knows that y/n getting involved with the kibutsuji is not a good thing but insulting her does no good either

"didn't know your daughter was freaky" The man with spiky white hair said looking unbothered, the other guy with red beads started crying "Poor soul.."

"I went all through that shit just so we could watch over your freaky daughter flirts with our greatest enemy?" Sanemi said in a angry tone, he was annoyed with the fact that he went all through the trouble just to watch over someone who is weak asf and can't even defend herself. "Instead of putting camera all over her room why won't you just tell her to not meatrid-

PUNCH

Everyone got shocked by the sudden action that yoriichi did, the room was suddenly silent and everyone was clearly in shock and disbelief.

The master of the corps just stared at them while Mrs. L/N had her hand in her mouth.

Yoriichi punched sanemi.

Sanemi always had a disrespectful mouth though the member of the corps didn't seem to mind since they got used to it. Even yoriichi didn't even care about sanemi until he started talking shit about Y/N

"Watch your words, You seem to forgot that Y/N is also your superior."

Sanemi was bleeding from his nose and mouth, he look a bit shock aswell not expecting this kind of physical action from yoriichi. He was about to return it to yoriichi until their master stopped them.

"Sanemi."

Sanemi grunts as he contained his anger to not dissapoint his master, he immediately got down on his knees forced to apologize while yoriichi apologized for the mess he caused.

"Master!" kanroji who is in charge of watching over Y/N thru the CCTV was sweating all over "Y/N found one of our hidden cameras!" She paused for a short amount of time trying to catch her breath "Kibutsuji is with her."

"My man, did you poorly hid the cameras or something. That was unflashy" Said by the guy who wore 2 thick golden rings on his upper arms and a tattoo on his other eye. "Shut up."

Yoriichi got pissed off just by hearing the word 'kibutsuji' and your name together in one sentence. He wouldn't let Kibutsuji get to you

"What will our next move will be, Master?" Asked by guy who have a pair of dark blue eyes with long black hair that is Tied into a ponytail.

"I think we made a mistake."

END OF CHAPTER

OFF-SCREEN

• Muichiro noticed that michikatsu gets jealous everytime he makes a move on you so he always does this on purpose just to piss him off

• Starting from this chapter, The corps members will be having a hard time to reach Y/N since she will be living under Kibutsuji's care

• At first, everyone thought that you are in a relationship with muzan which add another reason to why yoriichi wanna blow his brains

• Sanemi is part of your friendgroup and he totally disliked the idea of you getting watched over 24/7 even though he won't admit it. (that's why he tried to protest against it)

• You are not really aware of your friendgroup being in an organization

• After tripping over michikatsu's foot, you fell so badly that you had a minor injury on your leg

[another-supernova-girl]

An Exercise in Control - Cooper Abbott x Fem OC

* Part 4 : Various Methods of Escape *

(( BRIEF NSFW ))

A/N : I still love Cooper, and I still want to finish this story, so here is the next chapter, finally. *No Kinks Apply*. Everything is consensual, but Cooper is canon-compliant manipulative. Please read the previous chapters first if you haven't already. Gif is mine.

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3

JOSH HARTNETT MASTERLIST

(( word count ~ 5,800 ))

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The buzz of her phone snapped Delilah out of her own wandering thoughts, and she glanced away from the bubbles in her soda to the source of the disruption at her side. She'd checked it half a dozen times already to find the screen devoid of notifications, so she was relieved to see Cooper's name on the digital surface, and anxious when she realized it was a call, and not a text. If he were running late, she thought, surely he would just send a message saying as much, as she sat alone at the table of the restaurant they had agreed on for their second attempt at a first real date. Delilah accepted the call and lifted the phone to her ear. “Cooper?”

“Delilah? I'm so sorry-”

“Are you okay?” she interrupted, and was met with a brief silence, and she repeated his name again in question.

“I'm...yeah, I'm okay,” he confirmed, with brows raised in slight surprise. He had expected an immediate 'Where are you?' “But, uh...I'm not going to be able to make our date, tonight,” he continued, and was met with a silence that had matched his own. “Delilah?”

“I'm here,” she mumbled as she held the phone in place, and Cooper watched from the parking lot on the opposite side of the street through a pair of binoculars, as the bookseller slumped against the upholstered booth seating. “Did you get called back to work or someth-”

“No, it's nothing like that,” he cut in. That had been the first excuse that had come to mind when he had made his plans to not show up, but he knew that was too easily investigated, with the two of them working in the same building. “I have a family emergency, and I have to leave town...I won't be back 'til tomorrow,” he explained, as he continued to watch her, and wait for her reply. It was so much more difficult to tell if a lie was accepted when he didn't have the opportunity to look the person in the eye. “Are you still at the restaurant?”

Delilah was quiet for a few moments before she spoke up again. “Yeah,” she stated flatly.

“Are you mad?” he queried, pressing his weight against his elbow as he held the phone and binoculars in place with either hand.

“No,” she finally admitted, slumping further into the seat, lifting her legs to perch her feet on the spot where her date should have been sitting. “I'm not happy-”

“I know,” he interrupted again.

“-but I'm not mad,” she answered as she sighed, unintentionally, into the phone. When Cooper noticed her begin to move more, and he heard rustling accompanying her voice, he spoke up.

“What are you doing?” he asked, and she answered instantly.

“Getting my card out to pay.”

“Did you already eat?”

“No, but I...there's not much point sticking around-”

“Well, I don't want you to miss out on dinner just because I'm not-”

“It's fine, I've got food at home-”

“Delilah, if it's about money, it's not like I wasn't going to pay for your dinner,” Cooper assured, but she continued to shuffle about in her seat. “Order what you want, and I'll Venmo you the money or-”

“I don't wanna be here if you're not,” she blurted out, and Cooper flinched at the tone of her voice. She might not have been mad, but she was definitely upset. “Oh for two,” she mumbled into the receiver end of her phone. “I'm starting to think the universe is conspiring against us-”

“Don't say that,” he spoke up, and managed to surprise even himself at the earnestness in his own voice. “I hope you don't think I'm...” his voice drifted off as he bit back a lie about not doing this on purpose. Of course it was on purpose. He couldn't risk such a public encounter, even in so diminutive a restaurant. No one particularly paid him much mind at the mall, at work, but in a well-lit restaurant where wait staff were, by their very nature, meant to pay attention...

“You hope I don't think you're what?” she repeated his unfinished thought back to him, and he took in a deep breath, and placed the heavy binoculars down beside himself.

“I hope...you don't think that I don't want to see you,” he finally managed. Truth. “Because, I do.” More truth. “I wish I could be there with you.” Still more truth, surprising even to himself.

Cooper kept Delilah on the phone long enough to convince her to accept a meal of his own funding. After the call ended, he watched her spend the next half hour in the booth, not proud of his own relief to see she was being attended to by female staff, and only leaving once she received her card back from paying for the meal he'd already reimbursed her for. Though it had occurred to him to follow her from a distance, he decided the tracking device he'd weeks ago slipped between her phone and its case was sufficient to keep tabs on her, without risk of being caught. Despite his earliest intentions for her, the thought of leaving her unhappy and disappointed at his absence left a conflict of regret and reassurance, all at once. Regret to be the cause of her pain, reassurance that he had made enough of an impression on her life to be the thing she seemed to look forward to most.

He'd see her the next day, Cooper reassured himself as he drove further from the focus of so many of his attentions. He'd perhaps bring her a few flowers, a little gift, something to apologize and endear himself to her even more, and plot better opportunities to get her alone, away from the watchful eye of public view, and of the multitude of CCTV cameras.

🔪

As if the universe really were conspiring against her, the second major set-back of the night dropped down on Delilah's shoulders like an inescapable weight as soon as she pulled in to the parking lot of her apartment complex, and saw electric light glowing from her unit's living room window. The downside of not staying at the mall until nearly midnight – a potential run-in with her roommate. If Cooper had actually sat across from her in the restaurant, had not had to 'cancel', she would have happily let him take her home. She sat in her parked car, with the engine cut off, for no less than five minutes before she finally opened her door and slid out.

“What are you doing here?” were the words she was confronted with before she could even lock the apartment door behind her, and she took a deep breath in before shifting her eyes to her apartment's other inhabitant.

“I live here,” she mumbled as she dropped her keys into her bag, and began to make strides in the direction of her bedroom.

“Barely,” her roommate commented, and before Delilah could consciously stop herself from taking the bait, she stilled in her tracks and swiveled around to face the other woman.

“Just pretend I'm not here...You're good at that,” Delilah answered, meeting the other occupant's eyes.

Silence for a few seconds, and the bookseller actually thought she might luck out, that this might be one of the shorter conversations she was subjected to, but before she could start moving again, more words met her ears.

“Well, it's just that you're, y'know...never really here...anymore,” she stammered. “I mean, I never, like...see you,” she stated, shrugging.

“I think we can both agree, that's for the best-”

“Well, I just-”

“What?” Delilah demanded, her patience already running quite low from an evening of trying to keep her disappointment from emanating from her voice and facial features. “We're not friends. I pay my half of the bills before you do, every month-”

“Well, it's not just that you're never here,” her roommate cut in, ignoring Delilah's words as if she had said nothing at all. “You even look...different.”

“I had a date,” Delilah huffed, her feet beginning to move again.

“Well, I guessed that, but-”

“Hayley,” Delilah spoke her roommate's name aloud to silence her. “What is this about? We don't talk, we're not friends, and we certainly co-exist better when we ignore each other.”

Hayley was silent for several seconds, taking a breath, before she re-started her speech that Delilah was beginning to suspect had been pre-planned. “Well...you've been working late all the time, and wearing perfume, and styling your hair, and coming home with hickeys-”

“Again! Why do you care? When have you ever given a fuck about how I spend my time, so long as I'm...” Delilah's words came to an unresolved end as she stared at the woman before her. “What is this really about?”

“I'm...just concerned,” Hayley stated with a tone that conveyed otherwise, and a non-committal shrug.

“No, you're not.”

“Sure, I am-”

“When have you ever been concerned about me? All you fucking care about is my money, and your shitty fucking boyfriend-”

“Shut up-”

“That you can't stop breaking up and making up with-”

“Shut up-”

“Because the only thing the two of you are capable of is fighting and fuck-”

The sound of Hayley's open hand crashing against Delilah's cheek brought a renewed silence to the room, and an apology almost slipped out of the roommate's mouth, but didn't quite make it past her lips. Instead, she finally spilled the accusation she'd actually been stewing on for weeks. “Are you saving up to move out and ditch me?”

Cheek still stinging from the brief but harsh contact to her face, Delilah finally formulated a response, “How much do you really think a bookstore pays?”

“Well, for all I know, you're making money other ways,” Hayley answered, met with a sigh and an eye-roll from Delilah. “I mean...since when can you afford to buy jewelry-” she questioned, indicating the ornate silver cuff around Delilah's wrist, adorned with blue opals, that Cooper had gifted her.

“Fuck you,” Delilah snapped as she shoved past her roommate and proceeded to her own room, slamming the door behind her, and practically face-planting on her bed as she dropped down onto it, letting out another frustrated sigh.

“So, are you ditching me or not?!” Hayley yelled from the other side of the door as Delilah began to dig through her bag for her earbuds to tune out the rest of the night.

🔪

Cooper glanced at the glass surface of his wristwatch that obscured his tattoo to double-check the time, as he paused in his tracks at the sight of his favorite bookseller, standing in the threshold of a pop-culture store in the mall, and speaking to a woman around her own age, both ladies looking rather morose. Even with her back to him, he'd spotted her immediately beyond the crowd of shoppers, and his steps were slower and more measured as he began to move again. A few steps toward the two women, and he let out a breath, hesitant. He knew she'd likely still be disappointed with the way their botched evening before had turned out, but she rarely showed up to work early, especially to interact with other stores' employees. Words he wasn't close enough to hear left the unfamiliar woman's mouth, and Delilah suddenly glanced over her shoulder, and spotted him as he approached. The sullen look on her face gave him pause, and he ceased in his steps, still several feet away, wordless. The tiniest, uncommitted smile formed on her lips, her arms crossed and her shoulders slumped, and she gave him a quick wave hello with her visible hand, before glancing away from him again to return her attention to the conversation his own presence had interrupted. Cooper tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach as he walked on by, and Delilah was already half way through her shift by the time he showed his face again.

“So you are mad,” Cooper's voice rang out from directly beneath the store's neon signage, Delilah reacting less visibly to the surprise of his presence than usual. “I'm sorry our date didn't-”

“Don't worry about it,” she mumbled, not even glancing up from the screen of the computer she stared at, eyes scanning the electronic surface.

Don't worry about it, he repeated back in his mind. Fuck. Fuck! He'd actually managed to fuck this up-

“I know you couldn't help it,” she spoke up again, and leaned against the wooden surface before her, placing an elbow on it, and perching her cheek in her hand as she stared at him with a slightly warmer expression than he'd expected. “I'm not mad.”

“Liar,” he accused, but there was softness in his features, and a twinge of humor in his voice as he finally stepped into the store, and cautiously neared closer to her.

“Okay, I'm not mad about you,” she admitted as he reached the desk she stood at, leaning his own taller, broader frame against the solid wooden structure.

“Thought you were crazy about me,” he answered, a smile gradually forming as she rolled her eyes and glanced back at the computer screen, a tiny smile of her own pulling at the corner of her lips.

“I am,” she mumbled as he began to move again, sliding behind her and glancing at the computer screen as the front of his uniform brushed her back through the thin shirt she wore.

“Job listings?” he asked as he leaned in closer, and immediately felt as if he should step back, instead. “Did I finally manage to get you in trouble?”

“Sorta,” Delilah mused as she scrolled with the mouse's wheel. “Probably not the way you're thinking, though.”

Cooper was quiet for a few seconds as he stared down at her, his attention only shifting when he felt her free hand reaching back to seek out his own. “I don't understand,” he stated simply, brows creeping closer together as he considered her.

“I, uh...I got into it with my roommate when I got home, last night,” she finally volunteered, and he weaved his fingers between her own, stepped a bit closer so his clothing brushed against hers again. “We had a fight, and she slapped me, and-”

“She what?” Cooper blurted out immediately, mental hackles suddenly raised, at the admission.

“I don't think she meant to, I think I-”

“She hit you?” Cooper interrupted, his voice dropping as anger started to creep up his spine.

With an audible sigh, Delilah maneuvered her body to turn around, her back against the desk, practically pinned between it and Cooper's much more substantial frame. “No bruises,” she remarked, tapping her cheek with one finger. “I'm fine. Anyway, I'm not mad about that, so much as-”

“I wish you'd called me,” Cooper cut in again, a feeling flitting somewhere between controlling and protective bubbling just below the surface.

“I wasn't about to pull you away from your family emergency, Cooper. Your uncle needed you a lot more than I did, I promise...how is he by the way?” she asked suddenly, the Butcher managing to forget for a few seconds the lie he had laid out last night to excuse his absence.

“F-...Fine,” Cooper finally confirmed aloud, stroking a hand reassuringly over her upper arm. “He's fine, uh...Thank you for asking. But I'm still waiting for an explanation about what you were up to.”

“It might have been a little bit my fault-” she started, but he interrupted immediately, firmly.

“I guarantee that's not true, Delilah.” Cooper left no room for argument, and unwilling to protest, the bookseller let out a breath instead, and surprised the uniformed man when she encircled him in her arms, lying the cheek that had not been struck against his chest, staring past him to the shoppers that walked along the main corridor, beyond the confines of Page Turners.

“She thinks I'm plotting to move out and stick her with all the rent,” Delilah finally uttered, and Cooper's arms clung to her smaller body a bit tighter as she spoke. “And after last night...I'm starting to think I should just prove her right.”

“There's plenty of room at my place,” Cooper offered almost immediately, and the look on Delilah's face when she leaned away to look at him was not dissimilar from the one that had crossed her features the evening they'd shared their ages, the idea of Cooper passing for a man in his 30's producing that same expression.

“We haven't even had a successful date yet,” she stated bluntly, and Cooper immediately began to backpedal.

“I meant if you needed a place for the night-”

“No, you didn't-”

“So, is that...” he cut in before she could continue to call out his flagrant lie. “Is that what you were talking to that other woman about, earlier? A new roommate?”

“More like...another job. Like, something part-time so I can make more...what?” she questioned as his face became unreadable. He was silent for a few moments as he seemed to stare right through her, adjusting his shoulder uncomfortably. “Cooper?”

“I, uh...Why would you need to get a part-time job? You...you work so many hours, already,” he protested, less convincingly than he would have liked.

“Yeah, but those hours aren't gonna amount to enough to pay the bills, all on my own,” she explained, leaning her back against the desk, putting more distance between their bodies, Cooper unmoving, save for the facial tics he was beginning to display. “And it's not like I'd get to see you any less...if anything I'd...probably get to see you more,” she ventured, reaching for his hand and grasping it with her much smaller one.

“I doubt the other store managers are quite as understanding as yours,” he stated, and her head tilted to one side as she observed him.

“Maybe not...but it's not like we exactly get to spend as much quality time together as I'd like, either-”

“Because our dates haven't gone to plan?” he interjected, and she nodded, taking a deep breath that came back out in a sigh.

“And the basement doesn't count-” she mumbled, and he grunted at the word, glancing around unnecessarily to make sure they were still alone, in the generally empty store.

“Shhh,” he hushed, casually as he could, stroking absently along her knuckles with his thumb where she held his hand. “What about Sunday?,” Cooper asked, suddenly.

“What about Sunday?” she repeated, her brows knit together in confusion.

“Well, the mall closes early, so neither of us would have to work late...Maybe instead of a restaurant, you come over to my place? I'll make dinner, and...we'll go from there?” he suggested, and she watched him thoughtfully as she considered his offer. “We can turn off our phones, and just...enjoy each other's company...away from prying eyes.”

After several seconds of silence, she spoke up again. “Is that what this is about?” When Cooper's features took on a look of confusion, she continued. “Keeping me to yourself, I mean?”

“I don't-”

“The job thing...do you think I'm gonna...meet someone else? Or...lose interest in you? If I'm around other people, more?” Delilah pressed, and Cooper's shoulder flexed as he glanced toward the corridor. “Cooper, have I given you any reason not to trust me?”

Umber eyes finally drifting back toward her forest green ones, his lips quirked into a very slight smile, and he reached a hand out to brush loose strands of her thrown-together bun away from her eyes. “No,” he admitted. If he were being honest, she'd been much more accommodating and loyal than his behavior toward her remotely deserved. “And maybe you're right,” he admitted.

“About what?” she pushed, and he narrowed his eyes at her, much more playful than sinister.

“It could...potentially make me jealous,” he confessed.

“I know...but I can't just keep living in that apartment...and maybe a little bit of jealousy wouldn't be the worst thing,” she added as she glanced at her phone, and the impending weather update notification on the screen. “Not that I want you to be jealous-”

“Of course not,” Cooper interrupted, and the bookseller shrugged as she shifted her focus back to him. “And maybe the universe would stop interfering with our dates if I got a little more serious?”

“Maybe,” Delilah agreed, reaching for one of Cooper's belt loops, and encouraging him closer, his arms finding their rightful place around her waist as she lie her temple against his chest.

“How, uh...how about you let me help you find a place of your own...a studio apartment, or something...something cheap enough that you wouldn't need a second job to pay for it,” Cooper suggested, and the woman in his arms seemed to melt against him a little more. “Even if I need to help with the utilities, or-”

“Cooper, I don't need you paying my bills-”

“I know you don't...but I wanna help. And if I can't convince you to stay with me-”

“Cooper-”

“Then I at least wanna get you away from that awful roommate of yours,” he continued. “You'd have your own space...and I could visit you, and you could visit me, and...and I was serious about Sunday, by the way,” he reiterated, and she tilted her head to look up at him. “Please?”

“Okay,” she conceded, and he leaned away a bit to take in her features more fully.

“Okay, about Sunday, or-”

“Both,” she confirmed. “Or...all of it, or...just, yes,” she agreed, smiling a bit more broadly when he pulled her closer to his own body again. “It's probably for the best, anyway.”

“What's that?”

“Well, I think she might be a little jealous,” she mumbled, and Cooper raised a brow in confusion. “My roommate, I mean. Because...” she let out a breath, watching closely his expression as she continued. “If I had her boyfriend...and she had my boyfriend...I know I'd be jealous”

Cooper stared at her for a few seconds, before finally repeating the key word. “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I'm manifesting it,” she answered. Months of conversation, and various levels of contact, and a proper date wasn't the only thing she hadn't managed to get out of him. “Is it working?”

Cooper actually chuckled as he glanced around, checking one last time for the watchful gaze of strangers. “Yeah, it's working,” he confirmed, his arms tightening around her waist as he pulled her closer, and leaned in to steal a kiss, just as a customer finally walked in.

🔪

“...Heavy thunderstorms in the area...flash flooding possible...take extra care when...local woman still missing...credit card charges at local mall night of disappearance...last seen wearing...silver bracelet...blue opals...photos to follow...”

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He hadn't even noticed her. Despite the varying number of daily shoppers and workers in the mall, he almost always spotted her before she became aware of his presence. Granted, she was on the opposite side of the food court, but still. And Delilah watched him with her face resting in her hands at an otherwise empty table as he purchased something from the soft pretzel stand, and proceeded on toward the diminutive security office. A few minutes passed after the metal door swung closed behind him before she stood up, gathered her belongings, and followed.

She heard him before she saw him again, as she wandered off to the office he'd disappeared into and locked, and knocked on the door, and waited as he shuffled about inside. “Just a minute...” she heard his voice beyond the locked panel between them, and he seemed pleasantly surprised when he opened the door and saw her face. “Delilah?”

Staring up to his dark eyes, she let out a sigh she'd been holding in, and mumbled a quiet, “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” Cooper returned, his brows knit together in confusion at her odd demeanor. “Are you alright?” Delilah's lips parted briefly, closed again, parted once more, but no words passed through, her gaze drifting away from his. “Do you wanna come in?” he offered, as he glanced around beyond her, and perceived no one else paying them any mind. Even at the invitation, she seemed visibly hesitant, but when he gently grasped her hand, and led her through the threshold, she did not resist, though he missed the slight flinch in her shoulders at the sound of the door closing. “Are you...still not feeling well?” he tried again as he took a seat in the rolling, armless desk chair, Delilah continuing to stand, arms crossed in front of her, her hands gripping her elbows. “I stopped by the bookstore a couple times yesterday. They said you called out sick...and you didn't answer my texts.”

“Yeah. I, uh...it was more of a mental health day,” she explained, which did absolutely nothing to quell the concern on his features.

“Forgive me, but...it seems like you might need another one,” he finally answered, reaching a hand out from his seated position, inviting her closer. It was impossible not to clock the seconds of hesitation in her stance before she ultimately decided to step nearer, accepting the hand he offered, and allowing herself to be carefully pulled onto his lap.

“I am, uh...I mean, I'm not working today, but...I wanted to see you,” she vaguely explained. When she looked up to Cooper's eyes, he didn't look particularly convinced. “Sorry, I just...it's been a weird couple days, you know?” she offered, feeling increasingly unsure of herself by the minute.

“Yeah,” Cooper mumbled, reaching up to brush loose strands away from her eyes as the other arm circled her waist, the adjoined hand resting on her denim-clad thigh. “I wouldn't mind the luxury of a mental health day,” he mused as he placed his free hand on her knee.

“Why, what's...what's going on with you?” she implored as one of her own arms wrapped around him, lying along the backrest of his chair.

“Oh, I, uh...I had plans tonight, but...the evening officer called in, so I'm working a double,” he explained, letting out a sigh as he relaxed his weight against the sturdy chair, eyes closing as he leaned his head back against his lap occupant's arm, both his hands still securely grasping her.

“Would those plans be, like...those secret hobbies that you don't talk about?” she inquired, sounding not quite as casual as she would have liked.

Cooper opened his eyes again to look into hers, scrutinizing her curious behavior. “Maybe,” he finally murmured, lifting the hand on her knee to touch her face again, fingers stroking her cheek as her own free hand lifted to push brunette strands away from his face.

After more strange silence between them, she spoke up again. “Is there...anything I can do to help?”

“Like what?” he responded, his gaze still studious of her features, up until she shifted in his lap, and his eyes fell closed from the friction. “Mmmphh,” he groaned through pursed lips as she shifted again in a way that could not be mistaken for accidental, and his hand that grasped her thigh tightened its grip. “Are you trying to help, or make it worse,” Cooper muttered as he gripped her tighter, his own hips shifting below her. More silence as she watched him, eyes closed and leaning against her arm that circled him again, scruffy chin parallel with the tiled ceiling. Running her fingers through his hair as he let out little wordless noises, she glanced around the small office. Plenty of screens, but no cameras that she could see, and everything very tidy, straightened up, and in its proper place. No pictures sat on the desk, nothing on the walls that wasn't necessary, and nothing to suggest his personality or activities outside of his uniformed work. When his hand left her face to grasp her thigh like the other, she glimpsed a hint of something black and bold on his wrist, just peeking out below the cuff of his jacket. She'd never noticed it before, but she'd also never looked for it. Cooper let out another groan as she shifted her body again, a small sigh of protest when it became clear she meant to depart from his lap. “Where are you going?” he questioned as he opened his eyes to watch her approach the door, and pause, and stare, like she was making some silent, resolute decision. And she reached her hand up to switch the simple lock on the door, and secure it from the inside.

“Nowhere,” Delilah answered, her voice soft, as she turned back to face him, and crossed the tiny room back to the security guard, who sat quite still in his chair, wordless and watchful. As she stepped closer, and gave no indication of reclaiming her seat, he parted his thighs at her encouraging touch, and stared up at her as she began to unzip his thick, black, uniform jacket, finding a white, short sleeve shirt beneath as he shrugged off the dark, polyester material, and set it on his desk. Delilah's gaze flitted back to the mark on his wrist, a blacked out diamond shape, about an inch across, inked into his skin by what looked to be unpracticed hands, as if a cover-up had taken place over a preexisting piece of art. Cooper, for once, was too distracted to notice her perceiving the tattoo on his wrist. Her hands were on his chest and shoulders, against the thin layer of cotton that separated them, his hands finding her waist and hips as she briefly explored what he'd revealed, only for her fingers to travel lower.

“What are you doing?” Cooper mumbled, finally opening his eyes, just in time to watch her sink to the plastic floor mat below them both, fingers working at the buckle of his belt, the button of his pants, unfastening the closure and dragging down the zipper, and even with his inquiry unanswered, the Butcher found himself hastily shoving his loosened pants down his thighs. Leaning in closer, Delilah ghosted her fingertips over the stretchy fabric that clung to the security guard, traveling up to the waistband and hooking her fingers inside. “Delilah?” Cooper finally spoke up more firmly, and his hand was on her chin, and directing her to look back up at him, away from the straining organ barely kept at bay by the stretch of his boxer-briefs. “You don't have to do this,” he stated, clearly and firmly, but her fingers clung just as firmly to the elastic waistband.

“Do you not want me to?” she responded, her eyes locked on his, waiting, though for what exactly, neither of them was quite sure.

“I...” he began, and became immediately silent. How many years had it been since a woman in his life had initiated anything in the bedroom...or, well, office? Fuck, how many decades had it been since he'd felt a mouth on his skin anywhere below his navel? Even before they'd gotten married, Rachel had made it pretty damn clear she wasn't interested in performing such activities, and-

“If you don't want me to, I won't, but-”

“Delilah, I don't want you to think you have to...but if you want to-” his words caught in his throat as he felt the damp heat of her mouth on him through the uncomfortably tight material that separated them, and his fingers were practically clawing at the band of elastic to get it out of the way, and her hands were tugging at the fabric to free him of his cloth prison, and his eyes eased closed at the sensation of her tongue as it passed over the leaking head of his cock. Cooper leaned further into the cushion of his seat as he felt her take the head of himself into her mouth, bobbing slowly, taking a little more in with every subtle pump of his hips. His flexing fingers finally met her cheeks as she took in more and more of his length in her wet little cavern, Cooper's digits moving on to card through her hair, dragging out the tie that held her ponytail in place so he could fist her auburn waves.

As she did her best to work his length without letting it fall away, Delilah's hands began to explore, grasping the man's thighs, reaching for his hips as she settled in even closer, taking everything she could without gagging on him, and ignoring the tears that always seemed to form at times like this. And Cooper's fingers were at her cheeks again, wiping the salty tracks away, and she pulled away enough to let him fall from her lips, his umber eyes laser focused on her as she sat between his thighs. When she closed her eyes, grasped his cock lightly to press soft kisses along the length, his voice met her ears in a whisper.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, bluntly, and she placed a few more feathery kisses before looking up at him.

“Because I want to,” she answered, and as he held her gaze, he saw no deception.

“This is how you wanna spend your mental health day?” he questioned still, and she stared up at him in silence for a moment, and lie her cheek against his naked thigh as she considered him.

“Does it not feel good?” she finally asked, and he raised his brows, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“I, uh...I think I'd forgotten how good it feels,” he admitted, his smile broadening as he returned his hand to her face to stroke at her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “But, that's not really the point-”

“I...You know that you're...you're, like, the only good thing in my life,” she admitted, and certainly not for the first time, and Cooper pursed his lips, his thumb stilling at her cheek. “No matter what happens, I...If you're happy...I'm happy...and I wanna make you happy...I want us to be-” before she could get out another word, she felt both his hands on her, and he was dragging her closer as he leaned over her, his face buried in her mussed hair as she felt the press of his cotton shirt against her flushed, tear-dampened features. Cooper didn't even mind the taste of himself on her lips and tongue when he drew her into his kiss.

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Author's afternote : Her eyes aren't watering because she has related trauma, or anything like that...as I recall (it's been a while), sucking cock tends to make your eyes water, it's just a thing that happens lol

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@gissellec1 , @sashimeep , @callsign-fangirl ,

@jessys02sblog , @charliehoennam , @bleeding-heartz

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Live Title & Promo Visuals Revealed

To commemorate the 5th Anniversary of Wakana’s solo debut, a special band live will be held for the first time in 3 years! The official title for the live was announced today!

Title: 『Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ～The “VOICE” Stories～』 Date: May 12, 2024 ◆1st Stage◆ Open 14:45 / Start 15:30 ◆2nd Stage◆ Open 18:15 / Start 19:00 Venue: I’M A SHOW (capacity: 398 seats) Starring: Wakana, Satoshi Takebe (Music Director/Piano), etc. 【Ticket price】 All seats reserved 8,500円 ※An additional 600円 drink fee will be charged at the venue Advanced Ticket Lottery: March 11~March 17 General Sale: March 30~

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I went to a wonderful studio the other day🌿 It was a lovely room with lush greenery and plenty of light. It was fun to fantasise about where I would place my furniture if I lived there 😌💕(Source)

2024/03/10 Blog post by Wakana おしゃべりガーデン第7回目‼︎〜卒業とチョコチップと「The “VOICE” Stories」〜

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Talk Garden Vol.7!! ~Graduation, Chocolate Chips, and 「The “VOICE” Stories」 ~

The 7th episode of "Wakana's Talk Garden" has been uploaded! Thank you for sending me your "graduation memories"~(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) Maybe the topic was a bit tricky this time so there weren't a lot of submissions🤣 But I definitely related to a lot of your stories about things that you want to graduate from and finally leave behind 😭✨ (I certainly want to get rid of my late-night cravings for Korean food)

By the way, I was surprised that I couldn't recall which song our choir was singing at one of my graduation ceremonies even though I was sure that I would remember such a detail. I vividly remember singing at the graduation ceremony as a member of my junior high school choir. I had a pretty loud voice but most of the other members were rather quiet so I would always hide somewhere in the back because otherwise I would stand out too much with my singing😂 (Sorry teacher, please forgive the antics of an adolescent). However, back then there was a boy in our local boys' and girls' choir and he would always make sure to sing with a loud and firm voice. I looked up to him with great respect and thought he was incredibly courageous, he honestly was my hero✨😂 (I was still hiding in the back but he encouraged me to sing with all my might) All the parents mentioned that they were amazed by how well our voices could be heard (*´-`) Despite all of that, I totally forgot what song it was 🤣🤣 That's the most important part! ! *laughs* Oh well, that's how life is...(I'll ask a friend next time💌)

Before I read all of your graduation stories , I went on a tangent about Baskin-Robins ice cream. It went on for quite some time so please be prepared! ! 😂 It was about my favourite chocolate chip ice cream which I had to get as soon as it came out! ♡ it was my first time in years to eat this flavour ♡ (If you add your favourite ice cream flavour in the Baskin-Robins app, you'll receive a notification when it's released). I also tried the newly released matcha brownie flavour 🍨 It was so delicious! 😳 But for some reason...I can't really recommend this particular combination of flavours🤣 It’s better to eat them individually!!👍

Well, the next talk theme is... there will be NO talk theme! 😂 I feel like everyone was having a hard time thinking of stories for the talk themes🥺 I didn't intend to inconvenience anyone...😇Please forgive me...😇 So next time, just throw some random messages at me! Don't even think about it, no matter what it is, just submit it and let me talk about it. So if you have anything you want to ask me or want me to talk about, please don't hesitate! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ Really anything is fine! 🤗💕 I’ll be waiting💕

Also, the official title for my upcoming 5th Anniversary Live has been announced✨ The full title is Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ~The “VOICE” Stories~! The title of my first tour after my solo debut was ``VOICE'', it was about having my “voice” heard and expressing my “voice”. Back then, there were so many things that felt new to me, and I'm sure it was the same for all of you. Five years have passed since then and I have come across several new "voices" within me. New thoughts and feelings were born within my heart and expressed through my "voice". And of course I've been supported by the voices of encouragement from many people throughout all these years. For these reasons, I decided to name the live The “VOICE” Stories, I want to create an environment for people to hear my new “VOICE”. I will be sharing various thoughts and sing songs from the past five years. I would be happy if you came to experience this special moment together with me. Please come to “I'M A SHOW” in Yurakucho on May 12th! ! The live promo visual has also been released🤗✨

All right, that’s it for today! Until next time~☆( *'▽'*)/

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Wakana’s Talk Garden #7

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Vol 7 Topic “Memories of Graduation”

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on April 10th, the topic is “Something I Want to Ask Wakana/Something I Want Wakana to Talk About” The submission deadline is 03/31.

[nightttdreamers]

Night Shift | Craig x Kenny

AAA chapter two is heeeere its mostly silly fun before we actually start the fake dating part hehe pls enjoy (and check it out on ao3 for better formatting pls)

AO3 Link | 4k words | Chapter 2/?

Craig and Kenny strike a deal.

Craig has never been a morning person, but recently, it feels like every force in the world is trying to keep him in bed.

There’s the brief, near blissful moment when he’s just woken up. He can barely hear his alarm, the sleep not quite shaken off yet, unaware of what the day brings. Then, inevitably, his first thought washes over him; Tweek dumped you.

Just knowing that this is going to weigh on him all day is exhausting to think about. He doesn’t waste time wondering what he did wrong or how to best avoid the other anymore. The exhaustion comes from knowing that Tweek’s absence is just something he has to deal with now, every damn day.

Before, the habit of trying to beat his boyfriend to the first ‘good morning’ text motivated him to get up. But lately, he always spends a few minutes letting his alarm ring out, trying to delay his day for as long as possible. But, then his phone begins to buzz to life, and he knows he can’t ignore the real world any more.

On this particular morning, the urge to pull the covers over his head is particularly strong. Not only did he work late last night, but the fact that he looked like an idiot in front of Kenny is also hanging over his head. Craig groans, recalling their bizarre interaction.

“You wanna be my boyfriend?” He had asked.

Kenny looked bewildered, a mixture of surprise and concern on his face. But, before Craig could even go back on his question, Kenny replied, “Like, for money?”

Unable to bear the look on the other’s face, Craig turned away, pulling out a pack of Kenny’s usual cigarettes. “No, that would be stupid,” he stammered out. “I’m being stupid, fuck. Here, I can-” He took the magazine that Kenny had been holding and scanned it along with the Camels. Finally, he looked back up at the blonde. “Anything else?”

Kenny’s brows knit together as he looked at Craig. His lips were pursed together, shifting around his face like he was trying to talk without opening his mouth. “No,” he said after some pause, drawing out the word. “That’s it.” Kenny slid a few bills across the counter, not looking away from Craig as he took his items.

Craig thought that if tried to speak again, he would say something even worse than what he already had, so he simply nodded.

Kenny headed towards the door, shooting Craig an awkward glance back just before he left. “Take care of yourself, man.”

Craig rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his face deep into the pillow in an effort to stop his brain from playing the memory over and over again. When that didn’t work, he turned his head to the side, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and finally turning off his alarm.

He squints as the screen lights up, serving as the only light source in his room. There are two notifications from Clyde, one sent around 2AM linking a YouTube video called “BAD DAY Better Watch This 😂 1 Hour Best Funny & Fails” and another sent 20 minutes ago, asking “Tolkien had to make up a test please pLEASE can u drive me today PLEASE?????”

Craig gives the message a thumbs down and ignores the typing bubble that immediately appears (he’ll end up driving Clyde, of course, he just wants to fuck with him first). His next notification is a Snapchat message from “kmck69,” a username he doesn’t recognize until he opens the message.

kmck69: were u being serious b4

kmck69: it is a rlly stupid idea 

kmck69: but also im down if ur down

Craig reads the messages, then reads them again just to make sure he’s not hallucinating. As an added measure, he checks the user’s last story and, sure enough, it’s a selfie of Kenny holding a beer, Cartman lurking in the background, with the caption “5 screenshots and i piss in cartmans drink.”

Once Kenny had left last night, Craig had spent the last hour of his shift overthinking every detail of their interaction. He didn’t even know where his bizarre idea had come from, it had just slipped from his mouth before it was fully-formed. Hearing that Tweek was out hanging around with some goth kid infuriated him beyond words or logic. The only coherent thought Craig could form about it was that something had to change. He didn’t want to keep rotting in his bed, head swimming with thoughts about his ex. He just wanted to do something.

Asking Kenny to pretend to be his boyfriend was just the first idea that came to mind.

He hadn’t expected the other to even justify him with a response beyond their uncomfortable conversation. But, apparently, Kenny was mulling it over until nearly 4 in the morning when he texted, which is far more thought than Craig put into it.

It’s a stupid idea. He knows it is, they both know it is. But, it’s something.

spacemancraig: Yeah I’m down

He stares at his screen for a moment, quickly feeling the prickle of anxiety in his chest. It’s useless to sit and wait for a response, so he puts his phone down and pulls himself out of bed. The second he actually rises from his mattress, his phone buzzes to life, and Craig almost drops the device in how quickly he grabs it.

(Clyde) Literally I’m already ready I won’t hold you up I’ll even buy you starbucks or whatever gay shit you like

(Clyde) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

(Clyde) I’m sorry for calling you gay and starbucks gay bro PLEASE don’t make me walk

He sighs, typing out a quick response before he puts the phone down for real.

(Craig) Fine

—-----

Kenny stumbles into Chemistry three minutes after the bell, handing their teacher a crumbled-up excuse note before shuffling to his seat. It’s not uncommon for him to be late, and normally Craig would pay it no mind. However, normally he’s not anxiously waiting for a Snapchat from the other. 

Craig can’t take his eyes off him, his notes trailing off as he drowns out the voice of their teacher. He’s not sure whether Kenny’s changed his mind and is brushing him off, or genuinely just oblivious of the holes Craig is staring into the back of his head. The blonde just rummages through his bag and pulls out a few sheets of paper, not even sparing Craig a glance back. 

Somehow, in every class he finds himself staring at the back of a blonde’s head. He wonders if he might be the problem.

At first, Kenny just chews on his eraser and passes notes to Kyle sitting beside him. But, after a few minutes of this, he turns and locks eyes with Craig. Before Craig can even try to communicate something quietly across the row separating them, Kenny turns away again, and Craig wants to throw his textbook at the other’s head. Before he can, though, he feels his phone buzz to life in his pocket.

kmck69: we have 2 talk abt it obv

kmck69: do u have work 2nite

Craig rolls his eyes as he reads the messages, unsure as to why Kenny needs to use the least amount of characters possible when he texts.

spacemancraig: No

kmck69: cool well i do

kmck69: im at the bijou from 4 to 12

kmck69: if u want free popcorn tho u can come after 10

kmck69: thats when concession closes so its kinda old but tbh still good

spacemancraig: Yeah I think I’ll pass on the stale popcorn

spacemancraig: But I’ll come by

kmck69: ur loss

kmck69: word tho

kmck69: also cute username lmao

Craig’s face scrunches up as he reads the text, glancing up to look at Kenny. The blonde looks back at him, flashing a smile, and Craig just flips him off in response.

kmck69: ooh rawr ur so scary and mean

kmck69: can u leave me alone im trying 2 learn >:(

He wants to retort that Kenny was the one who started it, but typing that feels incredibly childish. Instead, Craig rolls his eyes and tucks his phone away, looking back up at the lesson.

—------

There are a lot of points today when Craig’s wondered when his life took a wrong turn. Losing sleep over a conversation with someone he has never really given a shit about, feeling like shit the entire morning waiting on a message from the aforementioned someone, and now, he’s at South Park’s lamest and only movie theater at 10PM on a Thursday. 

Maybe it wasn’t just a wrong turn, maybe it’s an eighteen-year downward spiral and he’s just getting closer to rock bottom.

The Bijou is, of course, dead. Craig only goes when they randomly decide to screen something from the Criterion Collection. He and his friends used to hang around the place more often, but then Tolkien got a home theater and every movie started being available to stream, and they didn’t have to secretly spike their slushies in the Black household. Now, the only people that frequent The Bijou are the elderly and his 15 year old sister, for some reason.

He decided to wait until 10PM to go. Not because Kenny made the stale popcorn sound appetizing, but he figured the later he went, the less likely he was to run into someone he knew. He parks his car a few blocks down the street and walks to the theater, hands tucked in the pocket of his hoodie. The marquee has been defaced, as per usual, and just reads “PENIS” followed by the scrambled extra letters from whatever movie title it once said. How original.

The ticket booth is empty, and when he steps inside, the theater is just as deserted as he expected it to be. Craig isn’t exactly sure of his next move as he lingers by the entrance, looking around. Just walking into the theater without a ticket to look for Kenny feels wrong, but so does just standing around awkwardly. Before he can choose, though, someone speaks behind him.

“I’m sorry, sir. We’re not selling any more tickets to our last screening- Oh, Craig?” Chirps a voice from the concession stand. Craig turns, coming face-to-face with Butters. The other boy smiles at him, far too brightly considering the two of them are not friends. The most they’ve interacted in all of high school is the rare occasion that Craig visits the Bijou, in which he affords Butters a small head nod as a greeting if they meet eyes. 

“Hey, Butters,” Craig says. “Is Kenny around?”

Almost comically, Butters cocks his head to the side. “Kenny? I didn’t know you two were friends!”

An abrupt silence comes between them, and Craig just waits for Butters to tell him where his coworker is. However, the blue-eyed boy just looks at him with a quizzical expression on his face, and Craig realizes he’s waiting for a confirmation.

“Uh, sure,” Craig mumbles after a moment. “Friends. Friendly, I guess. So, where is he?”

Butters beams at his answer, starting to wipe the countertop he’s standing behind down as he responds. “That’s so nice. He needs friends who won’t get him into trouble, you know? And he was just talking about you the other day.”

“He was?” Craig asks, but before Butters can elaborate, the two are interrupted.

“Craig!” Shouts Kenny from across the theater. Clad in a button-down, black skinny jeans, a red vest and matching bow-tie, he looks starkly different than he did this morning. The almost formal outfit doesn’t look quite right on him, and Craig realizes he’s never seen Kenny in something that wasn’t two sizes too large. When the blonde arrives at the concession stand, he’s grinning, looking at Craig so excitedly that the dark-haired boy has to turn his face away.

“It’s me, don’t cream your jeans,” Craig says, earning a little snicker from Butters. 

“I’ll sure as hell try,” Kenny replies, not sounding nearly as sarcastic as Craig. “I was starting to think you were bailing. It’s late, man.” As he speaks, he lifts himself onto the concession counter and sits, dangling his legs.

Butters frowns, putting his hands on his hips (Craig didn’t know that people did that in real life, but it suits Butters’ cartoonish mannerisms). “Aw, Kenny. I was just wiping that down.”

Kenny rolls his eyes, swinging his legs around to the other side of the counter and hopping off. “Happy?” He asks his coworker, who lets out a little puff of air in response and returns to his cleaning. Kenny shoots Craig a funny look, and Craig feels like he’s missing something. “As you can see, Butters and I take a lot of pride in this establishment.”

“That sounds awfully insincere, Kenny,” Butters grumbles, mostly to himself. “I do take pride in this establishment.”

It’s pretty weird to watch Kenny and Butters interact like this. They’re both oddballs in their social circles, especially Butters, and he can’t help but feel a bit out-of-place talking to them, especially outside of school. Craig absent-mindedly slides his phone from his pocket, checking the screen, just out of habit.

“Got somewhere to be?” Kenny asks, and when Craig looks up, the other is staring right at him, of course. He’s holding one of the soft drink cups, filled to the brim with popcorn.

Craig tucks his phone away. “You were serious about the stale popcorn?”

“It’s just gonna get thrown out,” Kenny says, popping a few kernels in his mouth. “Did you want some?”

Craig narrows his eyes in suspicion, responding with an unsure hum. One time, in the 5th grade, he saw Kenny pick up an earthworm from the sidewalk and swallow it whole. He did it, of course, for five bucks from Clyde, but Craig still doesn’t trust his taste.

Kenny rolls his eyes, opening up the machine to fill another cup. “Don’t be a princess. It’s still good. Right, Butters?” Kenny asks as he slides past his coworker, crossing to Craig’s side of the counter. 

“Oh, I don’t like to eat the popcorn much,” Butters replies, attending to the machine once Kenny’s done with it. “I gotta smell it all day, then clean the machine, scrape all the burnt pieces. I used to think movie theater popcorn was one of the yummiest smells, but now it doesn’t really get my tummy rumbling.”

Talking to Butters is weird, Craig thinks. He’s not sure if he’s ever heard anyone else use the phrase ‘tummy rumbling’ in his life. He glances at Kenny, who seems entirely unphased by the other’s weird expressions. 

“Yeah, okay,” Kenny says with a small shrug. He hands one of the popcorn cups to Craig, who takes it reluctantly. “I don’t know why I asked him.”

“Not that this isn’t thrilling,” Craig says, turning fully to Kenny. Butters is pretty engaged with his cleaning, but Craig doesn’t need him hearing any part of this conversation, so he speaks low. “Can we talk now?”

Kenny lets out an amused puff of air. “Butters, I’m gonna go do theater checks” he says, not taking his eyes away from Craig. “Craig’s coming with me.”

“You better not just be sneakin’ him into the movie for free, Kenny,” Butters grumbles, but his coworker is already walking away, waving a hand dismissively. Craig spares Butters an awkward glance before following behind Kenny.

“You do that often?” Craig asks.

“What? Sneak people in?” Kenny replies. He shoots a look back at Butters, making sure he isn’t listening before he continues. “Not all the time. I’m not really into losing this job.”

Right, Craig thinks, Kenny actually needs this job. The thought makes him a bit uncomfortable, that Kenny has to put in the hours at a shitty movie theater to pay for things he actually needs. Meanwhile, Craig works so he can get out of the house and have some spending money.

Kenny glances behind them, then slides a vape out of his pocket and hits it. He turns his head to the side, courteous enough not to blow smoke right at Craig, though not enough to pick a less obnoxious flavor.

“Sorry,” Kenny says, noticing how Craig wrinkles his nose at the scent. “Butters doesn’t like it either, probably because it’d get us in trouble.”

“So you don’t care enough about this job to not vape?” Craig asks.

This time, Kenny blows the cloud right in his face. “Be nice to me, Tucker. I let your sister sneak in here all the time.”

Craig pauses, taking a second to process what Kenny just said. “You what?”

Kenny stops too, poking his head into the closest screening room as he speaks. “Yeah, she comes by a lot. Here, this one’s empty,” he steps into the theater, holding the door open so Craig can follow. It’s a bit odd-looking inside. It’s not often he sees empty theaters with the lights on, especially not clean ones. Kenny takes a seat in a nearby row, throwing his legs over the chairs as he munches on his popcorn. “Don’t worry, no one’s gonna hear us. I cleaned this one an hour ago, and I’ve only had to kick out people who stayed after a movie like, three times, so we’re good.”

Craig takes a seat a few spots away from Kenny, giving the other room to sprawl out. “Why did they stay?”

“Sometimes they just fall asleep. One time there was a couple fucking, though. That was pretty sweet. In that row over there,” Kenny points behind him, a smirk on his face.

Craig blinks and wonders what ever happened to the Kenny he went to elementary school with, the one who rarely spoke except for the occasional dirty joke. Focus, Craig.

“Uh, so about last night,” Craig begins, straightening up a bit in his seat. Kenny mirrors him, showing that he’s listening. “I was just talking without thinking. It is a really fucking dumb idea.”

“But you showed up to talk about it,” Kenny notes.

Craig sighs. “Yeah, I did. Because I’m really fucking dumb. And I’m sick of the sympathy from my dumb friends. And you said you’d be down.” Kenny just looks at him, and Craig finds himself talking just to avoid the awkward silence. “If you’re not anymore though, that’s fine. There’s no pressure or anything.”

“I’m still down,” Kenny says with a small nod. “As long as I’m paid for my time. God, I sound like a hooker.”

“You’re not a hooker,” Craig adds a bit too quickly. “We don’t need to actually do anything, I don’t think.”

“So what do I have to do?”

Craig doesn’t answer for a moment. Apparently, this tells Kenny all he needs to know.

“Oh, so you really didn’t think this through, huh?” Kenny makes an odd clicking sound with his tongue, shaking his head. Craig thinks he’s trying to be funny, but it’s not helping how embarrassing the conversation feels. “Okay, Craig. If you want Tweak to take you back, what do you think would really get him all pissed off and hot and jealous?”

“Hang on-” Craig sits up a bit, raising a hand as Kenny speaks. “I’m not trying to get him back.”

“You’re not?”

Craig opened his mouth, but words couldn’t quite seem to come out. Was he trying to get Tweek back? There were plenty of couples in South Park that broke up only to come back together. In fact, he’d stop getting hopeful when Bebe and Clyde would split, as it was inevitable they’d be sucking face again within a week. But, he’d never thought about that possibility for him and Tweek. They didn’t break up because of a fight or mistake or something stupid. Honestly, Craig still couldn’t quite pin why they had broken up. All he knew is that Tweek didn’t want to be with him anymore. The thought of trying to get his ex to change his mind and take him back hadn’t even occurred to him, and right now, it just sounded pathetic.

“Jeez, I didn’t know that would be such a tough question,” Kenny muses, bringing Craig out of his thoughts. “It’s fine if you want him back, man. I don’t judge.”

“I don’t” Craig says, maybe a bit too assertively as it makes Kenny lean a bit further away from him. “He doesn’t want to be together, whatever. I’m not gonna try to trick him into getting back with me. I just want people to know I’m cool about it.”

Kenny makes a little high-pitched hum, his face scrunching up. He takes another hit of his vape, looking thoughtful as he does so (as thoughtful as someone hitting a neon green cylinder can). “Okay,” he says, blowing out smoke. “We’ll make everyone think we fucked.”

“What the fuck- Kenny,” Craig stammers out, shaking his head as he speaks. “How would we even, who would fall for that? What’s that even gonna do?”

Kenny leans forward again, resting his arms on the arm of the chair and once again being too close to Craig’s personal space. “No, Craig, listen. This is one of my better ideas. If you immediately start dating some dude, everyone’s gonna think it’s a rebound and people know I’m not really the dating type. It’ll be weird, someone’s gonna see through it because I’m not not gonna hook up with someone else. But- if people think we just fucked, they’ll be like, ‘Wow Craig moved on and he doesn’t give a fuck and he’s so cool,’ which is your goal, right?”

Craig stares at Kenny, wide eyed, and Kenny stares right back. It’s impossible to focus on what the blonde is saying with that eager look in his eyes, like some kind of dog waiting for a treat. However, when Craig actually does start to process the idea, he realizes Kenny’s making some good points. Kenny raises his brows, still waiting for a reply. Craig lets out a sigh, looking up at the theater ceiling. “Fuck. That’s- Yeah, that’s a good plan.”

“I know!” Kenny starts drumming his fingers along the side of the seat, and Craig can tell he’s beaming without even looking at him. “I want sixty-five.”

Now, Craig looks back down at Kenny, who is making a face like that wasn’t a ridiculous thing to say. “Bucks? You want sixty-five dollars?”

“Cash,” Kenny adds. The two just stare at each other for a moment because every time Craig looks at Kenny, apparently Kenny’s already looking at him. 

“I’ll give you forty,” Craig offers, hoping his tone sounds firm enough to stop any further negotiation.”

“Deal,” Kenny finally leans back in his seat and Craig feels like he can actually breathe again. If they’re gonna do this, he needs to talk with Kenny about personal space. And maybe that god awful vape flavor too. Shit, they’re actually doing it. 

Craig nods before his brain fully catches up, like he’s convincing himself this is real life. “Okay, yeah. Deal. Wow.”

Kenny glances over at him. “You good? You can’t back out now. We said deal.”

Craig is still nodding, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “We’re good. I just didn’t really think you’d say yes. I don’t, uh, have much of a plan.”

Kenny puts his hand on Craig’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dude. ‘Cause I already have a plan.”

“My head’s not-” he starts, then lets out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What’s the plan?”

Kenny stands, looking back down at Craig with a grin. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to get people talking about my sex life. And lucky for you, I have just the party to get this rumor started.” Kenny rubs his hand on a chair, then sticks it out for Craig. “You trust me, dude?”

Looking up at the blonde, the sheer dumb confidence on his face, his stupid uniform bowtie, there’s no way Craig should feel at ease. But, he has forty bucks and his reputation on the line, and Kenny might just be the best shot he has at escaping his current hellhole situation. Craig stands, gripping Kenny’s hand.

“Fuck it,” he says. “I trust you, let’s do this.”

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@riordanverse-dorphin, tumblr ate your ask. Luckily I get email notifs so did see it. For others, ask was suggesting if the Neptune kids have/are geared towards SzPD, perhaps Percy (and other Poseidon kids) have/are geared towards Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD).

I did actually consider it when I was like hmmm 🤔 what would Percy be more prone to, but, lol, set those thoughts aside because of brain fog ahaha. The "emotional rollercoaster" that often describes the disorder also fits the idea that Poseidon is the emotional moody ocean, while Neptune is the uncaring emotionless sea, which is one of the reasons I had been thinking abt it tbh.

Anyway, see my thoughts below!

The description and diagnostic criteria of BPD through the DSM-5:

Borderline personality disorder is described as a pervasive pattern of instability in interpersonal relationships self-image and emotion as well as marked impulsivity beginning by early adulthood.

It is indicated by the five or more of the following symptoms:

A pattern of unstable relationships

A fear of abandonment, whether real or imagined

Instability and insecurity in self-image

Impulsive high risk behavior such as excessive spending, promiscuity or substance abuse

Suicidal behavior or self-harm

Intense mood swings

Chronic feelings of emptiness or sadness

Anger management issues

Stress related paranoia or loss of contact with reality (aka general dissociation, depersonalization or derealization)

Additionally! Here is how ADHD and BPD overlap.

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So how would Percy fit? Further explanation(s) of how the symptoms may presentation in BPD.

Unstable, intense relationships: ❌

While I think we could consider Percy's relationship with Annabeth to be intense, I don't think he really has unstable relationships. His top three relationships - Grover, his mom, Annabeth - are all fairly stable, imo.

Fear of abandonment: ❓

I think this one is up for interpretation. I can't fully recall any specific scenes where he's terrified of being left by his loved ones. But I personally a) think Poseidon has a fear of abandonment, due to the clinginess of the ocean, and b) Percy so very much loves his inner circle - his mom, Grover, Annabeth - that he's terrified of them ever leaving him. This is kind of seen in TTC when he's worried that Annabeth will leave for the Hunters, as well as his refusal to let her go and choosing to fall into Tartarus with her. But one could think of that as being more romance-oriented so 🤷‍♂️ That being said, there's also his "no Grover, do not remove the empathy link" thing that you could side-eye as "I need to keep Grover in my life forever and an empathy link is perfect for that". So for me, it's a check. For others, it's up to interpretation.

Poor self-image: ✔

Percy does not think very highly of himself. The earliest obvious display of that I can think of was in TSoM where he was looking at his "perfect" reflection and thinking about how much better that guy looked. Otherwise he does think of himself as a burden to others, or a bad kid. He also thinks of himself as stupid, even when he's noted to be fairly intelligent when it comes to battle. He has a low self-esteem. While he's improved since the start of the series, much of these feelings are still present.

Rapid mood changes: ✔

Percy has been noted for being unpredictable and moody, like his father. Like I said, the intense mood swings symptom was actually the reason I was considering BPD before because where Neptune is the uncaring sea, Poseidon is the emotional one.

Impulsive and dangerous behaviour: ✔

Yes, it's a check, but it also overlaps with other things. The nature of being a demigod is inherently dangerous. ADHD also lends to impulsive behaviours.

Repeated self-harm or suicidal behaviour: ✔

BoO literally has him talking about being suicidal and wanting to die. He also expresses suicidal thoughts in various spots throughout the series. A lot of other people in the fandom have already spoken about this. Additionally, I headcanon him to self-harm frequently.

Persistent feelings of emptiness/sadness: ❓

Question mark because I'm not sure. I think his feelings of emptiness/sadness would more so related to his suicidal feelings or depression. Additionally, what I get from Percy is that his base emotion is anger. And that's something he does his best to repress. Hazel mentions in one of the books that there's a similar sadness between him and Jason though. So, I guess it's up to you. I personally headcanon Percy as struggling with alexithymia, so for me this would be a check. But for others it may be an X.

Anger issues: ✔

I mean do I even need to explain this one?

Temporary paranoid thoughts and/or dissociation: ❌

Doubtful with this one. I think any paranoid thoughts Percy displays in the series are valid within the context of the going-ons in his life. I mostly relate dissociative behaviours with Jason or Frank too. Dissociative behaviours, such as depersonalization or derealization, may occur when I write him but it's really in relation to him being depressed versus a general "out of body" sense as with the other two.

Also, in researching SzPD, quiet BPD came up a bit. Quiet BPD is not separate from classic BPD. The traits are just noted to be directed inwardly rather than outwardly. They will still experience the intense emotional rollercoaster that distinguishes BPD, but they tend to shut their emotions down or push them aside. More so, their sense of self is marked by shame and/or self-hatred.

So, I think where his outbursts of anger and impulsivity are expressed outwardly, the other traits are kept inwards. He doesn't talk much about his emotions to people. Even in BoO, talking to Jason about being suicidal can appear like an intentional choice, because Jason is not someone he is close with. Also they talk about it in the middle of a fucking battle. It might've been something he needed to verbalize without actually talking about.

Also "Favourite Person" is something that notably occurs in BPD, where a person with BPD becomes heavily reliant on a specific person for emotional support, attention, and validation from. They are often highly idealized and tend to be the center of a person with BPD's focus. Percy's clinginess with Annabeth can kind of come across as this.

Hope that helps! And fingers crossed Tumblr doesn't eat anymore of my asks :)

[partyanimal167]

The Informant- Miguel x F!Reader

I'm in a writing mood, so I need to take advantage of this before the call of my bed makes me return to my true form as a simp who stays reading about fictional men. I have no idea how far my plans for this fic go, so we shall see together. Thanks for stopping by! For the sake of this fic, let's say this is the start of the Spider Society, but Miguel is still handling things in Nueva York.

cw: fem reader, mdni, author knows some Spanish, Afro-Caribbean reader in mind

He never planned on things going this way. He just needed to be sure of things and knew that there were those who could stay neutral and be relied on.

Rumors spread quickly, and there wasn't always a way to know what was true and what was falsified. People had their sources, and whether that source was reliable or not could be a matter of life or death. Miguel had a few places to go to, but he wasn't really expecting the answers to be so within his reach.

Miguel was trying his best.

He thought that gathering a bunch of Spiders would make thing easier after realizing how complicated yet connected dimensions were. Yet, wrangling Spiders and keeping things in order was proving to be its own challenge. Nueva York was stable but not free from the villains who lurked in the shadows. As of right now, a man named Kingpin was starting up chaos in the shadows.

Miguel groaned into his coffee as he waited for a test to finish at work. He starting to rethink his life as a scientist if he needed to babysit a bunch of energetic Spiders as well. He shouldn't have been surprised though. Some of them were the only superheroes in their home-universes. It would be a miracle if they quickly adapted to being on a team and coordinating together.

An alarm went off on his phone, and Miguel was grateful that he could actually take a lunch break today. He gulped the remainder of his coffee and tidied up his station.

After discarding his lab coat, he ran down the hall to the elevator and checked his phone. A notification made him grin for once, and people questioned where he was running off to as he dashed through the lobby and out the doors.

Pat's Place sold the best Jamaican food around, and while Miguel stood firmly on his love for empanadas, he did indulge himself with beef patties every time he knew the food cart would be near his job. It saved him the trouble of going to Queens at the main restaurant. The food was amazing, but the added bonus, of course, was seeing you.

Your hair was pulled back with a bandana, and you chatted casually with the patrons when you saw a flash in the corner of your eye. You smiled to yourself as you saw Miguel straighten up his dress shirt and approached the cart as if he hadn't booked it two blocks to get his fix. You stepped away from the register and waved the man over to you--away from the line.

You reached down and pulled out a black plastic bag already filled with his typical order of two spicy beef patties, coco bread, and a cream soda. The man placed a kiss on your cheek and took the bag from your hands. "Mami, you're the best."

You chuckled and winked. "Yeah I know." You leaned forward and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. "You missed this."

Miguel felt his face warm slightly and scratched the back of his neck. "Ah, I was in a rush."

"Mmhm. I don't know why. I always set your food aside." you commented.

"Yeah, but your grandma's gonna kill me one day if she hears I'm skipping the line. You know how she is about fairness."

You laughed and waved your hand. "I'll worry about old Miss Patricia." You stuffed your hands in your back pockets and rocked on the heels of your feet. "So what's going on in the world of Mr. Big-Time Geneticist? Girls giving you trouble as usual?"

Miguel rolled his eyes as he stuffed his patty into the bread. "Oh please. No one wants to be dealing with me. I got enough on my plate."

"Really?"

You wouldn't know the half of it. Miguel bit into his food and fought his instincts of moaning. "What about you? Miss Pat succeed in setting you up with anyone?"

"Oh jeez, I wish she'd give up. I'm this close to telling her I have a girlfriend if I didn't know she'd switch tactics."

"Are you just now telling me I don't have a chance?"

You smiled as you wiped a crumb from the corner of his cheek. "Oh papi, you always have a chance with me."

Just then, Miguel's phone rung, and he cussed to himself seeing that Peter B was calling. "Sorry, I gotta take this."

"No worries. I'm getting back to work. See you around."

Miguel half-listened as Peter went on about some weird notification popping up about some suspicious activity in the slums. He chewed on his food and let his eyes trail over to you as you continued to work--smiling at customers and giving out change. He hummed to himself.

"Hello!? Peter to Miguel! Are you listening?"

Aye cabron. "Yes, I got it. I'll go confirm some information later on tonight. It's Friday, so I'll have the time."

"Whatever you say, brother. Just be on the look out. If this Kingpin is anything like mine, then you might have some problems."

~~~

Miguel groaned as he leaned against an alley wall. He was making his nightly rounds in the slums to find his usual informers, but if they weren't locked up, then they seemed to nervous to talk...which was weird.

Miguel didn't always wear the mask, so some knew him as a nosey scientist with a knack for trouble if others didn't see Spider-Man. Either way, it never seemed to be a problem before, but Peter's warning may have been true.

Miguel flicked his watch. "Lyla, I need some assistance."

The fashionable woman popped up and stretched while yawning. "What's up? I take it I'm not searching for a lovely lady's favorite perfume?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, it's Friday. I know you got your patty fix." The woman went on while filing her nails.

Miguel groaned. "No, this is not about her. Why are you even bringing this up?"

"I'm just saying bud. You could use some fun. Actually while I have you here, I found something interesting, she-"

"Lyla Lyla, not now. I need to find someone who can tell me about this Kingpin guy. My guys won't say shit, and that's not a good sign." Miguel went on.

The woman pouted before humming for a moment. "Fine. I'll do some digging, but go home. You left the lights on.

"Can't you just turn them off?"

"Yes, but you need to be more careful. Humanity narrowly escaped extinction decades ago. Do better."

...

That Saturday, Miguel found himself in a part of the ghettos that he didn't know well. He kept his guard up of course but became a little more comfortable when he heard the use of Spanish and English interchangeable with a crowd that was more brown and black than European. He memorized the directions Lyla gave him--ending up outside a shady lounge with a bodyguard that had definitely seen some bad days considering the face scars and calloused knuckles.

He watched from the shadows as people came and went sporadically. There were ledges on the adjacent building that allowed him to peer inside the upper levels. Men in suits chatted while girls paraded around in dresses and skirts. Alcohol was involved; cards scattered on the table. It looked like any old hideout and nightly business, but why did Lyla tell him to come here?

Suddenly, the back door opened, and the main floor's music drifted out. A man shook his hips to the reggaton being played while holding his hand out for a woman coming down the stairs. Black lace stilettos clicked against the stone pavement, and a young smooth hand reached out towards the man.

Aye dios mio...

Miguel could only look from his mask as you beamed at the man who pecked your cheek before striding to the end of the alley where a blacked-out SUV waited.

You stood under the dim overhead light holding your elbows before exhaling deeply.

You turned to walk out the other end of the alley but stopped with a gasp when a flash of black and red appeared in front of you.

"Holy fuck!" you held your chest before taking a moment to relax. You couldn't believe your eyes. "Spider-Man?"

What the hell was Miguel thinking? Oh right, he wasn't. He paused suspended upside down before clearing his throat. "Hello..." he trailed off awkwardly.

You blinked for a moment. "Hi...can I help you with something..."

"Actually, yes." Miguel pulled on his web, flipped upright, and landed on his feet. "Are you a...hostess here?"

You crossed your arms and raised your brow. "Are you asking me if I'm a hooker?"

"What! No! I-," Miguel paused and tried to find his bearings. He was so much better at dealing with people...though most of the time those people are strangers and not the patty-lady he has a crush on. Speaking of which, this was probably the third or fourth time he's seen you not in your work uniform. The dress was fitting you really well. He-

"Miguel! Focus!" Lyla helpfully called out.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and continued. "No, no. I'll be up front about this. I need some information, and I heard someone here can help me out."

You looked Spider-Man up and down before smiling--a little amused. "Hmm, if someone told you all that, how come they can't tell you what you're looking for?"

Smart girl. "It's not so simple."

You nodded while in thought before reaching into your purse and pulling out a card. You passed it. "I won't make any guarantees, but you're gonna need to find another time to chat. I don't know how many people here would be excited to see their local masked vigilante out at night."

Miguel looked down at the card then up at you. "What about you? What side are you playing in all this?" he thought about the man he saw you with earlier.

You gave him a playful smile and shrugged. "I know things. That's all. That knowledge might have a price, but secrets are too costly."

"Why is that?"

Your eyes flashed a darker emotion. "Because the truth always comes out in the end." You turned to leave.

"Uh wait," you turned to look at him, "it's late. Do you have a ride?"

You chuckled and tilted your head. "Why? Gonna swing me over to your place?"

Miguel groaned internally. You were completely one-uping him tonight. "Well your...friend left you, and it's dark. I want you to get home safe."

You took a few steps back in front of him and placed a chaste kiss on the masked cheek. "Keep fighting crime, and I'll be fine." With that, you walked down the alley's path. When you were on the sidewalk, luck was on your side, and a cab came to pick you up.

Miguel stood there dumbfounded for a moment before shooting a web up and sitting on top of a building. He pulled off his mask and pressed on his wrist. "Oi Lyla, what the hell?"

The woman rolled her eyes as she looked at her own digital phone bored. "I tried to tell you about her last night, but you so rudely interrupted me."

Miguel rubbed a hand across his face. "Okay, but what is she doing around all this? I thought she was just helping her grandma out and living a normal life."

Lyla shrugged. "Not everything is online for me to search. Everyone has secrets."

Miguel thought back to what you said about secrets and sighed to himself. He just hoped that your secrets weren't too pricey after all.

~~~

Okay, I feel like I know where I'm going with this. I do think this is going to be more couple-centric with a good portion of action. Not sure though. I haven't written any action scenes in years.

There will be more! Thanks for reading, and I look forward to what comes next.

Part Two

[drunkewok]

Tiger Inside

Chapter Ten

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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WC: 3.3k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

Please do not copy or repost my work

The clicking of keys echoed through the room, Felix settled in front of his computer, trying to piece together the large puzzle. The setting sun outside casted a warm light throughout the room, complimenting the purple glow of the LED’s surrounding the top perimeter of his walls. Felix’s triple monitors lit his face from all angles as his eyes flicked between the screens, scanning over each code repeatedly looking for any clues he had missed initially.

I finally pulled my eyes from my phone screen, endless time spent scrolling away in the silence. Rolling over in the bed, I watched the numbers scrolling by on his monitors. Felix was deep in thought, I wasn’t even sure if he still remembered that I was in the room with him, too focused on the task before him. He leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair with a huff before turning around to me with a strained smile.

“Any luck?” He shook his head defeated, unsure of how to make his next steps. He swiveled back to the screens, the click of his keys returning.

“I just keep running into the same firewalls. Everything is so jumbled.” His huff of frustration was evident as the numbers scrolled on the screen. As my eyes glued back to my phone, the screen lit up with a notification.

Incoming call - Jiho

I glanced up to Felix, now fully back engrossed in his mission. I quietly slid out of the room into the hallway, answering the call and holding the receiver up to my ear.

“Hey, what’s up?” A light chuckle came through the phone, Jiho’s smile peeking through his words.

“It feels good to be able to call you like this again” I smiled at the sound of my brother’s voice as I looked down to my feet, fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. Jiho hesitated before continuing. “I do think it’s time you take a visit to the family home though, I’d like to have a proper meeting with you.”

“I can see if one of the guys are willing to drive me there, when would you like me?” I leaned back against the doorframe, tucking my phone into my shoulder as I examined my nails, my face turning in disgust as I saw the peeling around my cuticles.

“Oh no, don’t worry about that. I can send for my driver to come get you. How does later tonight sound? Maybe 7 o’clock?” I hummed in acknowledgement, glancing at my watch to check the current time, I had some time to get myself cleaned up and ready. “Sounds good then, I’ll see you in a little bit.” As we both hung up and I slipped my head back into Felix’s room, catching him by surprise with my voice.

“Hey, Jiho wants to see me, so I’m gonna head out and go get ready.” Felix’s head tilted back in his chair, a soft grin across his cheeks.

“Oh alright, let boss man know I said hello” I nodded back to the poor, tired boy.

“Please don’t be at this for too long, try and get some sleep tonight, okay?” My smile was one of concern, knowing Felix probably wouldn’t be listening to my request.

I pulled my towel around myself as I stepped out of the shower, the cold air hitting my skin and sending goosebumps down my spine. I wasted no time throwing on a hoodie and leggings, trying to search for some source of warmth after my long hot shower. I made haste in throwing on some makeup before styling my hair, attempting to make myself put together and clean, knowing where my plans were going to take me tonight.

“She rises from the dead.” Seongho’s voice rang through the phone, holding a bit of surprise behind his words. I held the receiver to my ear as I settled myself on the front steps of the house, waiting for the car to come pick me up.

“Glad to hear from you too, you dork.” I grinned as I stared up to the sun setting in the clear sky. A sense of relaxation sinking over my body, freshly showered and everything started to feel like it was truly falling into place, that this all might actually work out. Getting to hear Seongho’s voice again after our quick interaction in the alley brought me comfort, a warm hug of familiarity.

“Anyways, what do I owe the absolute pleasure of for this call?”

“Care to meet me in Itaewon tonight? I’ve got something I need to handle closer into the city today and would love to meet up with you, I think a night of some drinks might do us some good.” I chewed the inside of my cheek, I was fully aware this might be a mistake on a monumental scale, and I would surely get reamed for this later. But at the same time, I felt like I had finally started to gain the trust of the members, and that this might actually work out in my favor.

“That sounds fantastic!” Seongho’s gigantic smile could be heard through the phone, his joy at the prospect of getting to go out with me for a night clearly overtaking him. “Just let me know when and where.”

“The usual place sound good? Oh, and do you still have that change of clothes I left at your place? I’m not particularly dressed for the club.” My heart felt warm, I was sure I could properly balance my two lives together. Under no means did I want to completely cut Seongho out of my life, and no matter what Chan and Minho said, I felt like if I at least stayed in contact with him, I could at least keep tabs on his safety.

“I sure do, I’ll bring them with me, just keep me updated!” Almost on cue, a blacked out vehicle started to pull into the driveway, coming to a stop before me.

“Will do, I gotta go though, I’ll talk to you later!” I hung up the phone as a gentleman stepped from the driver's seat. His ashy blonde hair settled down, framing each side of his face. He was larger in stature than I had expected, standing much taller than myself. He crossed around the vehicle, opening the back door for me and allowing me to slip in, shutting the door behind me. As he sat into the driver seat, he settled in and buckled his seat belt, putting the car into drive and back in motion. We sat in painful silence for a bit, before he finally spoke up.

“It’s an honor to finally meet the one and only Choi y/n. Heard a lot about you from Jiho.”

“So are you the family driver now?” I shuffled in my seat slightly, leaning forward to try and get closer to the mystery driver. “Could I know your name so I can properly address you?” His eyes met mine through the rearview mirror for a moment, hesitation before he spoke.

“Yunho, ma’am.” He kept his tone professional, crisp and emotionless.

“Well nice to meet you too Yunho, I hope my brother doesn’t treat you too harshly” Our eyes met again in the rearview as I gave him a slight wink. If I was to eventually take side by my brother, I knew at some point a ‘good cop bad cop’ dynamic was to take place, and I was fully aware what side I’d be on.

Pulling up at the family estate felt more foreign than I had expected. I was still quite familiar with the home, having helped my dad and brother move into it before leaving, but after ten years anything is inevitably going to drastically change. Yunho rounded the car, opening my door for me as I stepped out.

Walking up the front steps, I hesitated at the door, curious on if I should knock or not. Opting for the latter, I pushed the door open, slowly slipping inside.

“Knock knock!” I called out, watching Jiho exit the hallway at the top of the stairs, making his way down into the foyer with a smile.

“Welcome home, good to see you back here.” He stopped before me, a moment of silence before he startled himself into speaking again. “Do I need to show you around?” I waved him off with a shake of the head, still fully remembering the home. “Alright, well let’s head back to the office. There’s some things I wish to discuss with you.” I tried to hold myself strong as I followed Jiho through the halls, passing different staff members of the home. Their eyes fell on me in shock, clearly surprised by my presence. I held my shoulders back, remembering within these walls I was back to a position of power as a Choi, a feeling I had been unfamiliar of following me for so long.

The two of us took our place in our seats, him behind Father’s old desk, myself crossing my legs in the seat across from it. It felt surreal being back here, a place I had been so distant to. I thought about everything that may have taken place here over the years, the time wasted that I was unable to spend with Father before his passing.

“How have things been going with SKZ?” Jiho settled the things on the desk in front of him, placing the items in neat stacks and he tried to clear it all.

“Um yeah, I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you about that. Has Chan spoken to you yet?” Jiho’s brow raised, a perplexed look at what I could be hinting towards. “Well I take that as no, Felix has found some irregularities lately.” Jiho sat back in his seat, elbow resting on the arm rest and chin settled in hand. I cleared my throat before continuing. “Were you aware of chemical shipments coming in?” His eyes grew, surprised by my words.

“I can’t say I was, I don’t have a hand in any of the shipments besides what Chan tells me. Any clues as to who might be behind them?” I shook my head with a frown, my thumb digging into the palm of my hand.

“They’re still trying to get to the bottom of it, the codes have been difficult to work with.” Jiho hummed with a nod, leaning forward and scribbling something down on the paper in front of him. It felt different to see Jiho in work mode, his joyful demeanor now more serious and firm, a side of him I would now have to get more comfortable with being around.

“Did Dad know anything about this before his passing? Didn’t say anything to you about it?” Jiho cleared his throat as he shook his head, pressing his fingers across his lips, clearly still unsettled by the topic of our late father.

“No. He didn’t say anything.” He looked pained as he stared down at the desk, I couldn’t imagine how he was feeling, being by his side for so many years, working so closely with him. To now handling everything on his own, abruptly alone in the family’s business. I could understand why he wanted me home, it was a lot to take on by yourself in such a short span of time.

“How are you holding up? Since he left?” My concern poured out to him, I knew he was one to always hide his true feelings, keeping a strong face for those around him even when hurt. Jiho shrugged, trying to push off the emotions.

“He had a bad feeling it was coming, so we were slightly prepared.” His pen tapped on the desk, avoiding my gaze as he focused on the click.

“How did they even get past security? Didn’t you say it happened here?” I shuffled in my seat, growing nervous at the state of the safety of the home.

“We still aren’t quite sure, we’ve had a team investigating it.” Jiho’s avoidance at eye contact made me weary, I knew that he was fully aware it wasn’t safe to stay here, yet I also knew he would continue on like nothing happened. He had always been a stubborn one, set on his ways.

“So you might not even be safe here, why haven��t you left?” There was nothing I wanted more than to reach out and shake him, try and knock some sense into him. Jiho’s stupidity starting to drive my patience up the wall.

“I’ll be alright, I need to handle things here in his place. I can’t properly do so in hiding.” I rolled my eyes, it’d be a long argument on the matter, prolonged much further than just this conversation.

“Still, Jiho. You need to be more careful. You’ve got me in a safe house, why can’t you do the same for yourself? What if they come after us next?” I could hear my voice starting to raise, feeling a sense of idiocy in the air at his choice to stay at home.

“I can hold my own, y/n. Dad trained me well.” Jiho tried to keep me calm, sensing I was quickly about to get worked up. “Speaking of which, how’s your training going?” My lips pressed into a line, irritated at his abrupt change of the subject.

“It’s going well, SKZ are good at what they do.” I kept my response short, clearly seeing the unimportance of the topic when there were different matters to discuss.

“And Minho?” I scoffed as I tilted my head back, still not quite sure where I was landing with him, his hot and cold habits still bugging me.

“He’s been a tough one to crack, but he’s been teaching me well.” I tapped my finger against the armrest of the chair, not particularly wanting to continue on the topic of Lee Minho.

“Well keep up the hard work, hopefully soon you can join me here and we can be even stronger.” He continued to scribble something away on the paper, eyes not meeting mine as he spoke again. “Dad would be proud of you.” I rose, crossing to the wall as I scanned the books adorning the shelves. The room felt like a time capsule, housing all of Dad’s old belongings, items he had collected over the years. I yearned for just one last moment with him, the chance to have actually gotten to say goodbye, to hug him one last time.

I had been trying to ignore my grief for so long, telling myself that if I had thought about it too much, it would get in the way of my training. Yet now, face to face with his old office, I could feel the tears starting to well in my eyes. It was only Jiho and I left, and I would do everything in my power to keep it that way. I took a deep breath as I blinked away the sting in my eyes, fighting off the emotions flooding over me. It felt like my family was falling apart, and I would stop at nothing to prevent myself from losing Jiho as well.

He gave me a run down of the logistics of joining him, and what he’s had to take over since father’s passing. A lot of business jargon I couldn’t quite keep up with, my brain turning to mush as I tried to take mental note of it all. Jiho rose from his seat as he concluded his speech, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

“Anyways, I just wanted to check in with you, and get you up to speed on the happenings since you’ve been gone. Expect me to keep in touch, I want updates on your training, and if Felix comes up with anything else.” I nodded as I made my way to the door, Jiho speaking one last time before my exit. “It’s good to have you back, y/n. Let’s make Mom and Dad proud.” I gave a pained smile to him as I opened the door, the weight of everything currently sitting heavy atop my shoulders.

I made my way back out to the front of the house, Yunho sitting in the car waiting for my arrival back. Everything was starting to feel so real, that this wasn’t some crazy prolonged dream of mine. It still felt weird that each day I wouldn’t wake up, have my cup of coffee, and get ready for my shift at Blossom. My old way of life was gone, quickly replaced by one of constant flips and turns.

Yunho quickly hopped from the car at noticing my approach, circling to open my door and allow me in once more. I leaned my head back in my seat, over analyzing my situation. Yunho turned the car on, slowly pulling from the driveway and onto the street. As we reached closer to the fork in the road that would depict our destination, I leaned forward, pointing to the left.

“Can we head toward Itaewon please? I have someone I need to meet with.” Yunho glanced back at me as we came to a stop sign, clearly unsure of how to respond.

“I was told to take you home ma’am…” I tried to hold my shoulders strong, an attempt to fake confidence as I tried to use my status to my advantage for the first time.

“I know, but I have some things to handle. Itaewon please.” He bit his cheek slightly as he nodded nervously, hesitant on listening. But finally he pulled the car to the left towards Itaewon. I sat back with a smile, victory in my lap.

I pulled my phone out, sending Seongho a text to let him know I was on my way. Thankfully my meeting with Jiho had taken up quite a bit of time, nearing us closer into the night now. I directed Yunho to my meeting spot with Seongho, pulling up a while later to him sat on a bench outside.

“Perfect, thank you so much Yunho! No need to get my door, I can handle it.” I quickly hopped from the car, eager to get out before things backfired on me. I waved him goodbye as I crossed to Seongho, wrapping him in a hug before he handed me the bag with my dress and shoes. “Fantastic. I’m gonna slip into a bathroom and get changed really quick.”

As I pulled my dress over my body, I quickly shuffled out of my tennis shoes and into my heels. Tossing the hoodie and shoes into the bag as I exited the stall and checked myself in the mirror. The small black, spaghetti strap dress was one I hadn’t had the opportunity to wear for a while. Instead it surely was collecting dust inside of Seongho’s apartment from the last time I had crashed there after a night of clubbing, then stealing his clothes in the morning before leaving. I had missed the dress, but at least it was convenient that it was in his possession at the current moment.

I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way back outside to Seongho, a smile stretching across his face as I appeared, eyeing over my figure.

“DAMN. There she is again, isn’t that a sight for sore eyes.” He clapped in joy as I slung the bag over my shoulder, my own smile adorning my cheeks. I beckoned him in the neon lit direction of our favorite club, his feet following mine in tow as his arm stretched across my shoulders.

“Com’on dork, let’s go have a good night like old times.”  

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[enterpris]

An Education in Attraction, Chapter 8

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It's spring when you start your Master's degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: None

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Ao3: PlaidSparrow

Early Tuesday morning you receive an email from your Learning Theories professor informing the class that he’s ill and class is canceled, leaving your afternoon free. The notification on your phone wakes you up bright and early, so you eat a filling breakfast at the cafeteria and try to wake up for the rest of your day. Since Gojo isn’t in the Learning Theories course, you send him a quick text asking if he’d like to work on the project after your Curriculum class. 

He’s generally quick to respond the other times you’ve messaged him, but you haven’t gotten an answer by the time you’re ready to head to your Curriculum class. It’s possible that he’s not on campus, though it seems his attendance in class lately has been much more regular than it was at the beginning of the term. You conclude he’s probably busy, but any free time this late in the term is a godsend. You can build out the research section in the meantime, finding and citing sources has been extremely time consuming. 

Campus is in the full swing of summer. It’s bustling with more undergraduates and foreign students than usual- here for short term or study abroad programs. The sun beats down as you take the familiar walk to the Graduate School of Education, the humidity makes the air thick and your shirt stick to your back. It’s a relief when you make it to your building, savoring the blast of air conditioning as you push in the door.

You set up for class and begin talking to Kuzume about when she’s free this week when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You excuse yourself from the conversation and check- Gojo is free after class today, and he wants to continue to knock out some of the fine tuning of your project.

It would have been nice if he had responded before you left your room this morning, you huff internally. You’d forgone bringing your research notes for an additional text in your field, which won’t be very useful for working together. Maybe you can just run back to your dorm and meet him in the library afterwards.

You’re about to send a response when the man himself enters the room. You catch his attention and he gives you a quick nod of acknowledgement. You’ll just tell him your plan after class, no need to keep your phone out when the lesson will start any moment. One thing that hasn’t changed is Gojo’s near tardiness to class. 

Class passes quickly in a rapid paced lecture from your professor. You’re busy taking notes and absorbing the new information about evaluating effective curricula. This framework could affect the project you’re working on, but more importantly, these skills can help you better assess if your students are learning and what they’re retaining. While high school students have mastered the basics in each subject, it’s imperative that they can build deeper understanding before moving on to higher education or the workforce. 

After the lecture has wrapped up, Saito walks over to you and Kuzume.

“A free afternoon! Want to grab lunch?” She asks. You’re not the only one excited for an unexpected bit of free time. 

“I’ve actually already got plans,” you say, motioning to Gojo where he’s still seated across the room. “We’re so close to finishing the project, I don’t want to stress about it any more.”

“No problem at all, we’ll catch up over dinner later?” She links her arm through Saito’s arm and starts pulling her away. You’d updated the two women about your more successful partner work, and Kuzume’s eyes sparkle as she replies. She’s clearly looking forward to an update later.

You nod and promise to hang out soon, then head over to Gojo.

“Hey, sorry for not replying earlier.”

“No worries, I figured we’d walk over to the cafe or library and get started?” He’s casual, seemingly to a fault. 

“I actually have to run back to my dorm and grab the correct notes, but I can meet you at whichever is easier.”

“You live on campus?” You nod. “Let’s just walk together.”

It’s a little forward of him to invite himself over, but it should just be a quick stop. Plus, you reason to yourself, it’ll be the fastest way to dive right into the paper. 

“Alright.” 

The walk back to your dorm is mostly quiet, and though it’s not uncomfortable, you can’t blame the sweat or your anxiety completely on the humid weather. You unlock the door to your apartment and open it wide.

“Come on in,” you say. “It should just take a minute to find them.”

You’re not quite sure where you left the research notes, you have piles of texts on your desk and on the side table next to your Western style bed. Gojo slips his shoes off and comes into the room. He’s quiet as he surveys your space.

While you sift through the loose pages of notes on your desk, Gojo steps closer to the wall, hands in his pockets, and looks at the photos you’ve put up on the wall- your family, friends from undergrad, your home abroad. Above your desk there are smaller pictures and keepsakes from your travels around Japan. 

The pages on your desk are mostly notes from your other class, and won’t help with the project.

The right notes must be in the stack of books on the floor. You grab them and sit on the bed, quickly paging through your handwritten notes. Gojo turns to look where you’re sitting and you look up at him. His head is tilted just slightly as he looks down at you, and it suddenly feels very intimate to have him in your space. Even though you’ve warmed up to each other, your conversations with Gojo have centered around academics, you know hardly anything about his personal life. Now he’s seeing yours on display.

Looking around the dorm, you try to imagine what he might see in his first time viewing it. Light from the window pours across the room, painting the natural wood furniture in warm brown tones. Besides the piles of books, you’re mostly tidy. You’ve kept decorations simple- just a couple of small plants and the photos of your favorite memories. Surely seeing your dorm won’t change his opinion of you, but it’s almost unnerving that Gojo hasn’t said anything at all about your space. 

You look back at the stack of papers in your hands, the notes have got to be in this last group. After swiftly shuffling through the pile, you finally have what you need. Gojo is still absorbed in looking at your stuff, you can just see a quarter of his face from the angle, but you take the moment of peace to absorb him. 

Your eyes trace the slant of his jaw and the back of his neck. For the first time since he was rude to you, you feel your face warm and your stomach flutter. He really is handsome, and since you had puzzled out his dedication to his future students, your heart had irrevocably softened towards him. While he’s distracted, you allow yourself a moment to fantasize- perhaps he’d like to stay friends or colleagues after you finish working on this project. You can imagine meeting him for coffee or having him over to study, maybe even growing closer. 

“I found them,” is what you force from your lips. You don’t want to spend the whole afternoon with Gojo surveying your room. 

He finally tears his attention from your personal items and turns to face you. His expression and posture are totally neutral and comfortable, as if he’s visited a thousand times. 

“It looked like the library was pretty quiet today. Want to work there?”

“Yea, sure.” You respond. 

Gojo leads the way back to the library, where the two of you settle in the annex. The good weather must have drawn most of the student body outside, because the usually busy space is emptier than normal. You settle at one of the smaller tables and begin to review the data points to support your curricula plan. 

Since your working relationship with Gojo has improved, the two of you have made excellent progress on the body of your paper- nailing down learning objectives and discussing where your fields might have some commonalities. If you continue working at this pace, there should be plenty of time for edits and adjustments before it’s due. 

Conversation is moving quickly and you’re rapidly typing some notes as conversation lulls for a moment. 

“Soo.” Gojo interrupts your note taking flow. “You didn’t go to school here?”

You look up at him and pause your typing.  

“Yeah. Actually all my school before this program was abroad.”

He flips the pen over his fingers again. And again. His fingers are slender and graceful, and the bones of his knuckles are delicate in his large hands. He’s dexterous and purposeful in his movements. He’s staring down at the pen and you can’t read his face through the sunglasses. 

He stays quiet and you suppose that’s the end of it and turn back to your computer, trying to remember what you were typing. 

“Did you like it? The summers?”

Automatically, your eyes flick back up to him. His expression hasn’t changed, he’s acting like his attention is entirely consumed by the pen.

Apparently, the trip to your dorm has piqued his curiosity. While your upbringing outside of Japan is usually an eccentric fact when you introduce yourself, it’s never really come up in conversations with your partner. It’s a bit touching that he’s opening up and asking you. 

The immediate answer to Gojo’s question is yes. But because it’s the first time he’s really asked you about yourself, you take a moment to think about what the summers were like. When the words do come, they’re slow and sweet with nostalgia, like the maple syrup on pancakes you once ate. You take your time when you do reply. 

 “Yeah. I liked it a lot. My parents both worked during the day so I kind of got to do whatever I wanted. My friends and I would ride bikes through the neighborhood or hang out at the park. While I enjoy school now, it was really nice to have the time off.” 

You pause, not sure if you want to ask the question on your lips. He hadn’t reacted poorly the last time you pushed a little, so you commit to speaking before you can change your mind. 

“Did you enjoy your summers? When you were younger?”

You keep your eyes on the computer screen, casual just like he had been, but you can feel his attention switch to you. 

Gojo seems to take a moment to consider the question. His expression doesn’t change and you wonder if he might just change the subject like the last time you met. 

"They were busy."

You nod. That seems to be the consensus from the students you've taught and the other pupils in your Master's program. You’re pleasantly surprised that he answered at all, and you don’t expect any more than that. Though you’re on good terms with Gojo now, his answers are generally still clipped and to the point. 

"I spent most of my summers studying. Not a lot of free time."

When you look up at him, there’s a hint of a furrow on his brow. 

But his expression shifts to an easy grin in the time it takes you to blink and then he’s back to his normal genial disposition. 

“At least that’s paying off now. I get to miss class and travel just cuz I’ve already written papers.”

A huff that might be able to pass for a laugh escapes you. “If only we were all so lucky.”

Gojo leans back in the chair and rests his hands behind his head. “It is nice being able to cite myself in the research section. I bet no one else in the program can do that.” His smile is a little conceited, and you’d be less charmed if it was worn by anyone else. 

You make a point of looking back down at your computer, but internally you’re intrigued. Gojo’s never been quite so open with you, and you find yourself eager to learn more. The two of you work well together, and you wouldn’t mind getting to know Gojo better outside the context of your project. 

A month ago, you wouldn’t have dared to follow up with a question, but something’s shifted in your time writing together. After his last answer, you’re nearly positive that he won’t react negatively if you do push for a little more info now.

“You still seem pretty busy. I don’t know if anyone else in the program has missed as many classes as you either.” 

Your voice is light, and you’re pleased to tease him back after he had caught you off-guard in the cafe last weekend. 

“Special case, remember?” He taps the side of his head. “If I want to be able to cite my articles, gotta write ‘em first.”

So he’s still working in academia while enrolled in the program. You’d thought teaching on the side was bad enough, you can’t imagine keeping up with assigned readings and assignments plus outside research and writing. Evidently Kuzume and Saito were right. 

If anything Gojo seems to be invigorated by the good natured ribbing. His smile is as wide as it was in the cafe and the two of you have done some of your best work these last couple sessions. Perhaps all along you just needed some banter to grease the wheels of your relationship. 

“Truly, the world is deprived of Gojo et al.” 

He beams at you, “Not for long. The program’s only two years long.”

You can’t help a good natured eye roll at that. 

You settle back into actually working after that, and the last thirty minutes in the cafe prove fruitful. Gojo is engaging and is insightful on where to insert citations, and your own thoughts are met with genuine consideration. Your fingers are nearly sore from typing and he’s written several pages of notes too. 

You’re almost regretful to cut things off, but morning is turning into afternoon and there’s still reading you’ve got to finish before class tomorrow. So you finish typing one last sentence and then flex your hands. Summer vacation, with free time and a break for your hands, hangs deliciously just a month out of reach. 

“I think that’s a good place to stop for today. I’ve got to head out and do some more reading. If we have a couple more days like this, we’ll finally be done.”

Gojo is busy scribbling onto his pile of notes, but you’d like to think he feels as accomplished as you do. There’s another month before the due date, but it’s worth having time to revise and proofread on an assignment this big. 

“If it’s for Curriculum, watch out. The next chapter’s a pain. Took me over an hour and the author still didn’t get to the point.”

He must be talking about the flowery author you’d been reading last week. You smile back at him and start to pack up your things. Maybe you do have more in common than you thought.