#i dont know what im doing im so sorry i have no idea if the formatting is ok aaghh

[intoblonde6ftwbbplayers]

lil Paige one shot

im bored rn || request are open!

also yes ik none of this is accurate probs but pls dont judge.

pairing - Paige Bueckers x y/n reader

summary - you and Paige are "close" fiends and the fans are suspicious especially seeing you guys interact on Kk's live

warnings - none just pure fluff and clingy Paige

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Looking over at KK and Ice who had stopped arguing long enough to finally start the live. You went over to them and say hi to the people.

A string of comments rolled in asking how you were and how your test went last week. Even though you weren't on the team you were always with them, on lives, in posts, anywhere.

'Y/N OMG MY QUEEN HOW WAS YOUR TEST?'

'I LOVE Y/N'

'y/n you're so pretty ilyyy'

'Y/N Y/N Y/N'

'y/n apartment tour??'

'oh to be y/n'

you always loved reading comments. they were mostly kind to you and people were pretty funny. You would especially laugh when they realized Paige was there and start thirsting over her. I mean they weren't wrong about what they were saying about her.

Distracted while reading comments you didn't even notice the fact Paige was there you until she came up and wrapped her arms around your waist hugging you from behind putting her face in your neck.

"hey ma" she said into your neck that nickname had you weak although you tired your best to hide it.

Paige loved having her head in your neck or lying on you. Ever since the first time she fell asleep in 2 seconds after laying her head in your lap she decided that leaning her head on you was the best place in the world. Only for her though.

You didn't know it but whenever your other friends would get overly touchy with you it would make her so incredibly jealous. She would make it her mission to never leave you alone long enough for the to happen but thats a story for another time.

"Hey lil Paigey" you said teasingly to her. You called her a lot of nicknames but that one was always so funny to you and it was your favorite. Paige just hummed in response taking a deep breath still in her same position.

"you okay?" you asked quieter and with a little concern as she normally had so much energy but it seamed like right now all she wanted to do was be held (by you).

"dont worry y/n she's just tired from practice" Ice said.

"yeah a certain P Boogers forgot to set an alarm and showed up late to practice so coach made her do suicides" Kk said laughing a bit as they've all been there in the past and tease each other whenever something like this happens.

"broooo" Paige said finally looking up at KK and Ice. They both laugh at their teammate knowing its not serious and go back to answering comments from the live. So you go to do the same.

'is it just me or is Paige always touching y/n'

'I NEED PAIGE AND Y/N TO DATE'

'PAIGE IS SO FINE OMG'

'nah y/n and Paige need to just admit it atp'

'KK ILYYYYY'

'they never beating the allegations'

'PAIGE IS SO CUTE OMFG'

'I need to know what Geno said to Paige when she got there late'

As you scan through the comment you just laugh slightly and shake your head. One particularly got you to actually let out a laugh and you read it out loud.

"read these comments and found out they AREN'T tg??" just making you giggle again.

"sorry to break it to you guys but me and Paige are not dating she's just a little clingy" you say ending the sentence looking over at the blonde girl who is still wrapped around you.

While your speaking Kk moves to sit on the floor going to start on her legos but not before turning the camera to face you, Paige, and Ice

"I think it's more than a little at this point" Ice said looking at the two of you.

Before you can reply you're being pulled back the other side of the couch. You let yourself be dragged by Paige having an idea of what she wants. She sits you both down on the couch and goes to hug your waist again immediately collapsing into you like you knew she probably had been wanting to.

Kk and Ice look over and shake their heads at their teammate who is gripping onto you like a koala right now and Kk catching it all on camera

"alright maybe its more then a little but I don't mind" You say looking back at Ice while your hands slowly start running up and down Paiges back making their way under her hoodie to do so like you've done a million times

you've all forget about the live that Kk has currently propped up to face the three of you

"oh we know you don't" Ice replies with the biggest smirk ever

thats when you guys all remember your one live so when you look at the screen you already know all the comments are going to be about you and Paige

Kk tosses you the phone and you catch it now holding it so the screen looks like a FaceTime

you read though the comment and reply to as many as you can

'are you and Paige dating?' "no guys we are not dating just really good friends" you say with a soft smile looking down at her half asleep with her face in your chest

'idk if I wanna be y/n or Paige in this situation'

'PAIGE IS TOO CUTE OMFG'

'Y/N UR SO PRETTY ILYYYY'

'y/n and Paige deniers real quiet rn'

'Paige and Y/n are meant for each other'

'PAIGE AND Y/N SUPREMACY'

"listen guys if you've never cuddled with friends you're missing out just saying" you say with a shrug moving the camera to Paige knowing thats who most people wanna see anyway

"Paige anything you wanna say?" you say in a different tone knowing that everyone could probably hear the smile you have while talking to her. Because yes you did like Paige but you weren't sure if she liked you.

"Nah y/n right we just friends.. and I had a long day" Paige says turning her head so only half of it is against you now

"what's that thing called love-smth with like 5 different ones?" She asks you moving her head so her chin in now resting against you scooting up so your faces are closer and you're looking right at each other (with heart eyes coming from both of you)

"5 love languages?"

"mhm those isn't one of em touch or sum shit?" Paige asks you making sure she's right and once you nod she moves back to using you like a pillow and facing the screen again

"Yeah so I think its just that me and y/n both like the physical touch one so thats why we like this" Paige said to the fans knowing thats not the real reason she's so clingy with you

all you do is hum in response and begin playing with Paiges hair while she talks to the live

this goes on for a couple minutes until you hear Paiges talking slowing down and see her struggling to keep her eyes open

You take this as a sign that it might be time to end the live as Ice has gone to her room and Kk is locked in on the legos she's building

you take the phone from Paige and she mumbles a sleepy "thank you ma"

"alright guys we're all a little tired so ima end the live. We love you guys bye!" you say finally ending the live and tossing the phone back to Kk

Paige shift on top of you trying to get comfortable and as always she ends up with her head in the crook of you neck and her hands find their way to your hips under your hoodie

"I got you p just go to sleep" you say quietly in her ear as her breathing slows down and her eyes flutter shut

once the words leave your lips you can feel your own body relaxing further into the couch and let yourself fall asleep with her as well knowing that when you wake up there will be countless photos of you both circulating the gc and possibly their stories

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thank you for reading

I hope you enjoyed!

[amurotoorudesu]

"fuck, its almost reset time and i havent logged in to the game!"

after rushing to your dorm, you quickly turn on your phone and immediataly launch the game.

you havent been able to play the game because your college assignment and schedule were really messed up. even in this week, you almost forgot to logged in for like 5 days so you always ended up staying up so late to catch up with lots of things. also youve been grinding for the new spring banner.

you lay down on top of the bed, waiting for the loading and "connecting to the server" screen. after a while rafayel shows up, head down on the table in destify cafe and you ignored him as you open your agenda and began the grinding session.

unbeknownstly for you, rafayel hears the bell clinking when he almost dozed off, tired of waiting for you to visit him, then you dare to come when its so late and you ignore him and you just left him after he waits for an entire day?? you know he hates waiting and you know you made a promise to not made him waiting right?? why dont you keep it...??

he begrudgingly woke up and lean his back on the sofa, arms crossed and irritated, waiting for you to finish your work. after claiming all the rewards, you go back to destiny cafe to interact with your favorite fish but a loud glitched voice caught you off guard.

BZZZT!!!

"what are you doing at this time? you know its late, right? why do you visit me at this time??"

forehead crinkled, feeling frighten with the sudden voiceline as if rafayel can see you.

"what the fuck? is this some kind of new glitch?"

"glitch, huh? funny if you think that. of course its not and i can act like this because im mad at you, silly! now i suggest you to go and sleep, you still have some classes tomorrow and im tired of listening you rambling about how you accidentaly sleep in the class and get scolded all because you stay up so late to meet me. so you better get some rest while listening to my angelic... no, siren? but its more scary... uhm, so you better get rest while listening to my angelic voice!"

eyebrows furrowed, forehead still crinkles and your mouth slightly opened because you dont understand what the fuck happened to the game.

"hey, come on! dont looked at me with those stupid face! you looked like dumb fish!" rafayel pouts and crossed his arms, averting his gaze from you.

but then he realized, "owh wait... im the fish here..."

you dont know whether you should laugh or scared but you accidentally let out a mumbled chuckle.

"hey come on, dont laugh at me now! you should sleep and im leaving, buh byee"

rafayel forcefully closed the game and you just lay there, staring at your phone like it just murdered your whole family before lots of notifs come.

"Love&deepspace

Rafayel:

go to sleep now.

and dont forget to dream about me, miss bodyguard.

but i'll put an alarm so you didnt go late to the class.

you better say thanks.

goodnight [real name] [real last name].

:)

also

Forget our promise? I'll remind you in person.

wait for me."

you still stare at your phone but you feel more terrified.

how the fuck did he know your real name.

you entered a different name in the game.

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a/n : chat did i cooked

also its for u guys who voted for the fic to be uploaded now, so now the raf's vote wont get counted on the poll!!

also im sorry for those who ask for part 2 in sylus's one, i dont have the idea abt what happened next but if you have one, my askbox are open!

[hsangel64]

moving in

pairings: neighbor!ellie x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re moving into a new apartment and have no one to help you…your neighbor is kinda cute though

warnings: use of y/n, mild cussing, small bit of smut!

a/n: taking a short break from angst i need fluff and i’ve had this idea in my head for awhile now! enjoy!

you sighed as you parked your car in your new parking space, this was going to be a long day. you had a u-haul parked in front of your building ready to be unpacked. you really didn’t know how you were going to do this, you had all your furniture and you absolutely could not move a whole couch by yourself. you had asked anyone and everyone from friends to your family to help but everyone was busy and you didn’t want to wait a day longer to move in. you being stubborn decided to do it by yourself, of course. you took a deep breath and made your way over to your apartment, thankfully it was on the bottom floor so you didn’t have to be lifting things up the stairs. as you made your way over to check out the inside before starting your process you heard loud music and video game gunshots coming from the inside of your new neighbors apartment. an idea came to mind.

today was ellie’s day off so she spent it with doordash, video games and sat in boxers all day. she was currently playing some stupid zombie game with loud deftones in the background. she was having the time of her life that is until she got a knock on the door.

“ugh better not be jesse.” she groaned out loud and threw the controller on the couch next to her running over to the door opening it to a really pretty girl. ‘shit im only in my boxers and i’ve got stains on my shirt’ she thought and gasped a little.

“oh!” you gasped seeing a really cute skinny girl and not some big man.

“hi?” she said confused.

“um sorry i thought a man lived here-“

“what gave you that impression?” her eyebrows furrowed.

“oh well just because of the loud music and gunshots….just kinda figured-“

“what a woman can’t have loud music and be playing video games?”

“oh no no i-i didn’t mean it like that i’m sorry, ill just-ill go now sorry to interrupt you-“ you felt embarrassed apologizing profusely before walking back over to your apartment.

“wait- wait what did you need a man for?” you stopped in your tracks and walked back over.

“oh! um i have no one to help me move in, so i figured to ask because i thought you were…a man.”

“you think i couldn’t help?”

“shit no thats not what i meant im sorry again-“

“im just fucking with you, dont worry.” she laughed and you sighed out of relief.

“well does the offer still stand? because i can get some…” gesturing to her pjs “clothes on and come out and help.” you jumped up excitedly thanking her over and over again.

“thank you thank you!! i could really use the help, just knock on my door when you’re ready!” you walked back over to your apartment and went in to wait for the girl. you face palmed realizing you didn’t even introduce yourself. what an embarrassment.

just a few minutes later you heard a knock on your door and knew it was her. your breath almost taken away at her, she was in a white wife pleaser and some light wash jeans with a carabiner hooked onto her jean buckle. you weren’t one to stereotype but-

“you ready?” you nodded grabbing the keys for the u-haul and you both made your way out to get started.

“oh! my name is y/n by the way.” you stopped and held your hand out.

“im ellie.” you shook hands and smiled at each other before continuing on.

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it had been a couple of hours and you both had gotten everything moved in. you just had to return the u-haul, ugh.

“hey ellie do you want to come with me to drop off the u-haul? so i have a ride home…”

“yeah of course your car or mine?” you threw your keys over to her and both made your ways out. you guys had gotten pretty comfortable with each other playing 20 questions as you were moving boxes around. you had found out that she worked at the guitar center on the corner of your guys’ street, she liked video games, space and dinosaurs. she lives alone and only has two really good friends. she plays guitar and goes to the gym in her free time. you already felt a small crush forming, damn you and your feelings.

you returned the u-haul and proposed the idea of getting dinner.

“let me get you some dinner for helping me, you really saved my ass today.”

“free dinner sounds good to me.” you both laughed and agreed on some pizza.

you made it back to your place and placed the pizza down on the counter in the kitchen.

“i’ve got some plates packed away let me get them!.” you had all your furniture set up for the most part you just had to build some shelves and unpack everything. ellie was stood awkwardly by the counter waiting for you to unpack the plates.

“ellie sit please, you did most of the work today.” she fumbled around and sat down on the couch, making you giggle seeing her flustered. you grabbed the plates and put some slices on the plates taking it over to ellie.

“alright here ya go! sorry i don’t get wi-fi until tomorrow so no tv.”

“whatever will i do to live.” you both laughed at ellie’s joke and ate in silence for a little bit. before ellie spoke up.

“did you uh did you need help with anything else after this?”

“well now that you ask i’m not good at building things…if you could help me me build some shelves.”

“yeah of course! its what i’m here for.” you smiled at her, you were so far in deep already.

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you both had finished eating and started building the shelf that would go in your room.

“did you have to get this from ikea?” you both were so confused with the instructions.

“hey i didn’t buy it my mom did so get mad at her not me.” you threw your hands up in defense.

“can you look up a video tutorial then?” you grabbed your phone and searched for a video, finding one and crouching down behind ellie putting your arm around her and showing the video. ellie’s face immediately felt hot and turned red, she could feel goosebumps form on her body from your presence behind her. she couldn’t even watch the video properly, the feeling of your breasts pressed up against her back made her stomach clench. focus ellie don’t be weird.

you handed her the phone and moved over to sit next to her, placing your head on her shoulder feeling the exhaustion hit your body like a truck. when you were tired you didn’t care what you did. if ellie’s heart wasn’t pounding it was now thats for sure. ellie’s breathing lulling you closer to sleep, you closed your eyes and steadied your breath. ellie looked over at you moving slightly and seeing your eyes closed, your soft snores coming out of your mouth confirming you were asleep. she slowly moved her arm from under you and put it around your back rubbing it to slightly wake you up.

“hey lets get you to bed.” she whispered to you and you woke up rubbing your eyes still almost half asleep.

“oh shit sorry.” you lifted your head off of her shoulder and got up, ellie stood up with you and led you to your bedroom.

“it’s okay you had a long day today.” you guys had set up your bed already thankfully so you plopped right down.

“okay we can continue this tomorrow, ill let you get some much needed rest. goodnight.” ellie was about to walk out when she heard your voice call for her again stopping in her tracks and poking her head back through the door.

“yeah?”

“goodnight ellie thank you for helping today. i really appreciated it today, same time tomorrow?” ellie let out a soft laugh.

“yes same time tomorrow.” you said a small goodbye and she was out the door, taking your keys so she could lock your door for you. ellie smiled as she left, you were going to be the death of her.

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the next morning ellie got up bright and early and went out to grab some breakfast for you two, she didn’t know what you liked so she got you a simple bagel sandwich and a coffee figuring that today you’d need it. she still had your keys but didn’t want to just randomly walk into your apartment and be weird considering you both met each other just yesterday. so she knocked and after a little you came to the door in a blanket and your hair all ruffled.

“oh hey good morning.” you smiled at the girl and rubbed your eyes. you had raspy morning voice and ellie loved the way it sounded.

“oh im sorry did i wake you?”

“no no, i’ve been up just on my phone.” you laughed and realized you were still standing there. “sorry please come in.” you gestured for her to come in and she accepted walking past you putting down the food bag and coffees on the counter.

“i have your keys because you got tired last night and i figured i would lock your door for you but i didn’t want to be weird and just come in unannounced…i got us breakfast and you coffee though- i hope that isn’t too weird.” you smiled and walked over to her and grabbed the coffee off the counter sipping it and immediately feeling awake.

“what did i do to deserve this from you stranger?” you quirked your eyebrow and she laughed at you.

“i only do this for pretty girls.”

“oh so i’m not the only one you’ve done this for?”

“you’re the first pretty girl actually.”

“and you’ll do this for more and not just keep this special treatment for me?” you got closer to her as you sipped your coffee, the heat radiating from her body causing butterflies in your stomach. she was leaned up on the counter smirking at you and your remarks.

“we’ll see about that.”

“hmm okay-“ you both were face to face staring at each other, your eyes traveling from her eyes down to her lips and up to her eyes again. you both moved closer until you took a sip of your coffee and walked away. ellie quietly groaned and you giggled to yourself. you grabbed the bag of food and grabbed a sandwich out, ellie let you know they were both the same so you could choose whichever. you both ate while making small conversation about what needs to be done for the day.

you both finished and you let ellie know you were just going to get dressed and do your morning routine really quick before you guys started. ellie sat on the couch on her phone as she waited for you to be done, just from the bit of info about you she had found your instagram. you were stunning there was no doubt about it, she looked through all your photos seeing some stuff of you on vacation and with family. she then saw a few pictures of you with this abby girl, you looked very close, ellie didn’t want to assume but her heart dropped thinking of the possibility that she was your girlfriend. for her own sake she closed her phone and just got started on the shelf that was left on the floor overnight.

you had finished getting ready and walked back into the living room seeing ellie already started on the shelf. ellie didnt notice you until you were standing behind the couch, lifting her head up from the video her eyes widening seeing you in some spandex shorts and a very open v neck tank top. your hair was up in a high pony tail and you looked refreshed and so beautiful. its crazy how quick someone conjured up a crush for someone but it was happening in real time. ellie couldn’t help it.

“i see you’ve gotten started?”

“oh yeah figured since we have so much to do today.” you nodded and sat on the floor beside her starting to help grab the things she needed.

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you guys had finished the shelf and whilst she got started on another piece of furniture, you started to fill the shelf with your books.

“you’ve got a shit ton of books.”

“i can’t help it i love reading.” you shrugged grabbing more books out of the box under you. you were particular about your organizing you wanted everything to be in a certain order but the way you got there was creating a mess. you would think there was an easier way to do this and there was…this just worked better. so you currently had a pile of books around you….this was going to take a while.

“what on earth are you doing?” you whipped your head around to see ellie looking around you confused.

“oh…this is how i do stuff…”

“you’re a very interesting person.” you gave her a big toothy grin and turned back around doing the task at hand.

after a bit ellie had finished your vanity and you had just finished organizing your books.

“ta-da!!” you presented your bookshelf, it wasn’t done because you liked adding little pieces of decor like plants and such but your apartment was coming along.

“it looks nice.” you furrowed your brows and looked at her in disbelief.

“just nice?!”

“no no its great!”

“thats what i thought-“ you crossed your arms and turned to see she had finished your vanity, it was a beautiful dark wood color with a nice big mirror on it and lots of storage. gasping at how pretty it was you went and gave her a huge hug thanking her profusely. she made a small noise and let out a puff of air feeling the weight of your body on her now, her eyes wide she put one arm around you trying her best not to be so awkward.

“thank you so much its literally perfect els!” realizing you said a nickname you covered your mouth. “oh gosh im sorry- can i call you that? i feel like we’ve gone through enough in the past day to be on nickname basis-“

“yeah sure no worries.” she laughed at your excitement. that little voice in the back of her head telling her not to get too close, remembering those pictures of you with that girl. she felt that pit in her stomach and shook the feeling away and changing the subject.

“hey why don’t we go and grab some lunch its about that time. i know a good place close by.”

“ooo good idea, let me grab my bag.” you ran into your room to grab your bag. ellie smiled as you ran into the other room, her smile slowly faded. ‘get your shit together ellie.’

you made it to the place, it was a quick service sandwich shop. you were sat with your food and talking about anything an everything.

“so lets get to know each other more.” you nodded agreeing.

“okay what would you like to know!”

“i didn’t get to ask you but where are you moving from?”

“i’m coming from seattle, i went to college over there did undergrad, now i’m back home here in jackson to do graduate school!”

“that’s awesome, what are you majoring in?”

“psychology! not very interesting.”

“no no that sounds awesome, are you going to the college up the road?” you nodded finishing what you had in your mouth.

“yeah, ill start this coming fall. what about you any college?”

“i took a gap year, didn’t think i needed college but my old man convinced me- i’m majoring in art and music, pulling that double major.”

“thats so cool what do you play?”

“i mainly do guitar and bass but i occasionally do drums.”

“you know what they say about guitar players…” you can’t believe you just said that. ellie choked on her sandwich a big hearing what you were referring to, were you flirting?

“i’m- i’m sorry i don’t know why i said that…”

“don’t be it was funny….and its true-“ your eyes wide at her boldness. you were about to respond but you heard your ringtone, pulling your phone out of your pocket to see abby calling you.

“hey sorry let me take this really quick.” ellie nodded as you got up to walk outside, she saw who was calling you.

“hey babes. what’s up?” babes?? you definitely had a girlfriend, shit. ellie’s head was racing and she didn’t even know why, you guys had known each other for not even 48 hours why was she so disappointed. ellie did the best she could do and mask her feelings, pull back and don’t get involved in this girls life so much.

that’s exactly what she did, once you came back she wasn’t as talkative. she was quiet and let you talk mostly, she stopped the flirty comments and stayed to herself. you didn’t notice it at first until you said something flirty and she didn’t have a remark to it. the ride back home was silent with the soft music of the radio playing, you didn’t know if you did something or not so you left her be and didn’t push. as you got back home you both walked to your apartment, but ellie was behind you she was unlocking her door.

“hey you aren’t coming back over?”

“oh um i got called into work, sorry i didn’t tell you.” she refused eye contact and unlocked her door not letting you say another word. your face dropped at her quickness to get into her apartment. you unlocked your door and plopped down on the couch, you stared at the wall for a second reflecting on the outing thinking about what could’ve happened. you really do not know what could’ve cause her to suddenly stop talking and just run away like that. your eyes wandered the room seeing ellie’s hoodie on your couch, you grabbed it and smelled the piney scent radiating off of it. you felt silly you had barely met her yesterday and you felt like you were mourning a dead family member. you spent 20 minutes debating on texting her, you grabbed your phone and texted her.

(don’t mind the time not adding up lol)

damn these thin walls. ellie groaned as she read your texts, of course she wanted to respond she didn’t know how. you threw your phone on the other side of the couch groaning loudly, almost irritated that she wasn’t responding. you didnt want to rush her to respond or come over so you left it alone, getting up and going to shower to clear your thoughts and then continue to unpack your things.

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it had been a week, a full week of ellie ignoring you. every time you caught her by the mail box she found a way to run away or when you would text her asking if you guys could hang out she always said she picked up a shift or was busy. you gave her the time, now you were really irritated. you just wanted to know what was going on, so you decided to confront her in a place where she couldn’t leave. you got up first thing in the morning and went to the cafe on the corner and got some breakfast for you two, you knew she didn’t have work because it was sunday and her work was closed on sundays. you went over to her apartment and knocked….and knocked….and knocked. you weren’t leaving until she answered.

ellie groaned sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes wondering who’s at her door at 9am. the knocking kept coming and she sighed loudly yelling “i’m coming i’m coming!” she figured it was dina or jesse so she threw on some sweats and made her way to the door. she didn’t care to look through the peep whole and regretted that she didn’t. her eyes widened see you at her door, she didn’t know what else to do so she shut the door but you were onto her and stuck your foot in the door.

“no no you will not shut me out anymore ellie.” she groaned and opened the door again, you squished past her and into the apartment placing the food and coffee on the kitchen island.

“we are going to talk whether you like it or not. i know we barely know each other but i thought we were getting somewhere.” ellie stared down at her feet not wanting to look at you, she didn’t respond, ignoring you this past week felt stupid to her but she didn’t want to become a home wrecker.

“ellie please.” she looked up and finally made eye contact with you, you looked desperate and she felt bad for not saying anything.

“what do you mean by getting somewhere with me?’”

“i like you ellie, like a lot just the time we spent together made me see how fucking cool you are and how i wanted to maybe….try it out, the flirting and shit i thought we were getting somewhere.” you said with a long frown on your face. ellie took a deep breath before spitting it all out at once.

“i wanted to give you space, at first i didn’t know if you even liked girls, and then i saw your books and vinyls you had and put two and two together- i had found your instagram and then i saw you with that girl and then saw you had gotten the call from the same girl and it just confirmed you two were together because of the nickname-“

“wait wait what?” you were so confused.

“yeah i figured since you had a girlfriend i would back off-“ you stopped her with your howling laughter, full bend down tears falling down your face type of laughter. ellie’s face contorted into confusion, why on earth would you be laughing.

“why are you laughing-“ you caught your breath before responding.

“abby isn’t my girlfriend, i just call my friends little nicknames. shes my best friend, plus she has a girlfriend already. i am laughing because you’re so cute for respecting my privacy if she was my girlfriend. why didn’t you just come and talk to me?” all those worries fell right off of ellie’s shoulders, she felt a huge sigh come out of her mouth. she felt silly.

“i don’t know, i just thought it would’ve been easier like this than to confront you about it. i thought i was going to be a home wrecker!” you walked up to ellie and put your hands on her shoulders rubbing your thumb up and down for comfort.

“oh ellie, i would’ve told you that i was taken beforehand if that was the case, im not that much of an asshole.”

“thats such a relief oh my god.” ellie felt like she could breathe again, she recalled what you had said and spoke again. “you like me?”

“yes of course i do els, we’ve barely talked and i haven’t even known you very long but i felt like we had a real connection. i didn’t expect you to just stop talking to me-“ she felt really bad, she should’ve just talked to you.

“i know i’m really sorry, i don’t know what i was thinking. i just really liked you and i just wasn’t thinking, which of course i always do i just-“ you didn’t know what came over you, possibly how hot she looked right now or the fact that you just really wanted to kiss her- you don’t know, but you did. cutting her off with your lips on hers, her hands traveled up to the sides of your face pulling you in closer. you both moved slow not wanting to move away from each other, so engulfed in each others bodies. you were the first to pull away, you giggled at the lipstick stain on her lips.

“wow, that was wow.”

“sorry was it too much? too soon? i just thought it was a good moment, i don’t know-“

“no no dont worry, i wanted it too.” you both smiled still holding each other.

“can i kiss you again?” ellie asked and you nodded your head enthusiastically. she pulled you in and kissed you again, a little more hungry this time for more. she walked you over to the couch and lightly laid you down on the couch, you pulled your legs from under her and placed them around her waist pulling her closer to you. she pulled away to kiss down your neck causing you to gasp feeling her bite your neck a little.

knock knock, you both sit up quickly hearing the knocks on the door. ellie groaned and got up just telling you to just wait there, she walked to the door and opened it. a girl barging in starting to ramble on about work, placing her stuff down on the counter. you were sat up on the couch lipstick smeared and hair messed up, she hadn’t seen you yet.

“hey ellie, sorry to barge in i hope you weren’t busy but work today was just a bitch, my manager doesn’t know how to handle shit so i have to do it. why did they even hire you as the manager if you’re just gonna go and hide anytime something happens like come on really i-“ she turned towards the couch and saw you. you smiled and waved at her not knowing what else to do. she turned to ellie and back to you and then back to ellie and covered her eyes yelling.

“im so sorry, i should’ve texted you ellie. i didnt realize i- im sorry-“ she ran to ellie’s bathroom yelling. “im using the bathroom and when i come back you better have some clothes one and ready to tell me who your new girlfriend is.” she shut the bathroom door and you both stared at each other in horror.

“well that’s dina, my best friend.” she shrugged her shoulders and went to go put some clothes on. this has been an interesting week.

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a/n: i hope you enjoy this!! i’ll make this a series if you guys want that! requests are open and perm taglist is also open!

[n0rmal-cat]

Normal, normal, it's me, ✨

I'm here to submit a request bc it's been eating at me, and I know you'll do it justice.

You know VNs (visual novels), right? The basis being, multiple people get their own little versions to play with the same character(s), choosing different choices that line up with them irl, an immersive experience for different people, stay with me, ik I sound crazy,

Okay so imagine this, a VN MC keeps going through the story and understands his life is looping, he also understands that, like, the player character keeps picking different options every so often and he'll make comments on that. Like if the player picks different sweets as like their favorite treat, he'll make little comments on that like "oh this time it strawberry" or "you know last time it was..." "will it be something else time" stuff like that. So he basically sees the player as either someone with amnesia or like a system/DID

Anyways, the true idea is, a player starting up the game for like a 3rd time and getting all confused about how the MC is reacting to them, maybe he goes off course,

Yandere visual novel protagonist x reader

[WHY WOULD YOU INTRUST ME WITH THIS GOOD IDEA IDK WHAT IM DOING HALF THE TIME, SO SORRY ✨ I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, BECAUSE I GOT A LITTLE CONFUSED, IF NOT ILL WRITE ANOTHER ONE😭💀]

[also yes his name is #### because most protagonists don’t get names]

It wasn’t like everyday was the same, no god had given him the luxury of letting him live a full life only to restart them over…and over…and over.

“So #### what will it be, you can either study with me or sneak out so you can go to the party or it’s the drop out”

He didn’t know how many times he had been asked that stupid question. If he study with his ‘best friend’ he gains enough knowledge to pass the next test with flying colours and impress them.

But if he went to the party they would gain a reputation with the ‘bad boy’ and impress them instead.

He didn’t want to do either, they honestly just wanted to stay in his dorm and sleep for the night.

“I don’t think-I’m sorry I think I’m going to go out tonight” what was that, that was his voice wasn’t it but he didn’t say that.

“Alright I see how it is, you go have fun”

“Wait hold on i didn’t say that!-“ before he could finish his sentence he were already in a different scene.

“No I didn’t want this!”

“#### I’m so glad you came. I promise this won’t be a waste of time” they swooped their hair.

“God you again?” For the past three times he had been hanging out and living their life with this guy.

“Sorry man I think I’m just going to go home” he didn’t like this guy and never had, but the universe just loved to put them together he guessed.

“Did I choose the wrong option? I don’t remember this dialogue?” They snapped their head to the sky. What was that, ‘who’ was that.

You, they saw you. His chest twisted, his stomach felt like it was clasping on itself. Who were you? And what were you?

God? Was that what you were, were you the one setting him on loop over and over again, but why?

“Maybe I should look up the guide again?…did the game freeze? No no no! My progress!”

Game? That’s what this was wasn’t it you weren’t god and they weren’t a person were they. They felt their world go dark, literally in fact as they stared into the empty void.

They clenched and unclenched their hand a couple of times “haha….hahahAHAHAHA” how could they have been so stupid. Of course it was a game but then if they weren’t alive what were they? And if they felt alive could they die?

The world booted itself up again to the ‘first day’. “Damn we’re gonna have to start over again I guess, fifteen endings to go”

Only fifteen? And then what you’ll just leave them, their world never to be opened again left and forgotten. They couldn’t have that not when your were the only real person they had ever met, they didn’t want to constantly fall in love with the same cardboard cutout anymore.

A prompt pop up, “oh no I wake up late, and for my first day at college to, should I have breakfast and risk being late to class or skip breakfast and risk being hungry the rest of the day”

“I guess we’ll skip breakfast, I want to get Raphael out of the anyway”

Is this what it felt like to be controlled by you, was everything he did up to you? Oh god they were having a crisis.

“I actually would like breakfast, kinda want to think about my life right now I also wouldn’t like to start collage for the third time today”

There was an unsettling silence “huh..”

“Can we talk about my life over breakfast actually” they poured themselves a bowl of cereal.

Their world turned black again but when it came back on they were in the same spot. “Stop I literally just want to talk”

“Oh my god this is not happening to me, I’m in a creepypasta aren’t I?”

“What’s a creepypasta?

They got no response back, “so why do you want to get endings of my life, and also why are all the endings to my life me getting with different people, is there a bad ending can I die, have I died and I just don’t remember?” They ate their cereal.

“I’m just gonna” they shut the game off it seemed, #### turned it back on themselves.

“That’s very rude you know”

“How did you do that?!”

“Don’t really know, I’d like to know a lot of things actually, and it would be a help if you answered them”

“Are you gonna haunt me?”

They look up at the sky looking at the face looking back at them in fear.

“Yea…if you don’t play my game every day and talk to me I will haunt you” that will definitely work.

“You sound unsure?”

“And…?”

Reader eventually caves in continues to play, it’s actually pretty fun he gives them tips on how to answer certain questions so they don’t even have to look up a guide anymore.

He also stopped complaining when they turn off his game console now, oh but don’t worry that’s just because he’s infected your phone with his code your stuck with him forever <3

He just wants to talk please, please talk to him.

[pixel art because he’s a game…it just fits]

[sturniolo04]

could you make a fic where chris and his girlfriend are trying to get pregnant but can’t, and nick and matt know about it.

A/n:  ofc! I put a little spin on it! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

dividers: @issysh3ll

You not sure what it was whether it was your body or his body all you knew was this cycle of trying to get pregnant was frustrating.

I mean you and Chris tried everything. You guys even tried IVF and still no luck you were honestly loosing hope and chris could see it.

Here you were yet again staring at yet another negative pregnancy test.

'another negative its hopless chris"

you huff out throwing the test away in the trashcan.

"its not hopless we just have to keep trying okay"

chris reassures you.

"we have been trying for months chris its never going to happen"

you huff out trying to keep the tears at bay.

You two were so lost that you ultimately gave up on the whole conquest not thinking it was even possible at this point since you had been trying for so long. Chris saw that you were not only giving up on this but giving up on yourself as well and it was scaring him.

"hows the baby making going"

nick jokes out not really sure where you two had fallen on that spectrum since chris hadn't really said anything more about it outside of what he told them before which was that they were trying to have one after being married for a couple years.

"are we going to be uncles"

matt chimes in as chris lets out a soft sigh as his brother look at him with concern written on their faces.

"not good guys its like we keep trying and nothing"

chris states as nick face morphs into sadness for his brother.

"im sorry to hear that chris thats not good I mean how long have you to been trying"

nick asks softly.

"months we lost tracked"

chris huffs out letting his head fall on top of his arms on the table.

"well do you think maybe you need get yourself check out maybe its something with your dick not trying to be mean but like you never know"

matt asks cautiously.

"i have and its not me"

chris replies.

"well then its her"

nick adds on asking him further. Chris shakes his head 'no' that its not her.

"thats weird"

matt states.

"yeah maybe it just not out time yet I dont know guys"

chris sighs out nervously twirling his wedding band around on his ring finger.

"well maybe you two need to just got out or go on a trip take your mind off of things or something"

nick states thinking that might be a good idea for idea which chris willingly agreed to.

Chris decided you two would take a staycation up at the cape cod house for the weekend.

"hey thanks for doing this im sorry I have been difficult lately its just"

you state to him as he simply shakes his head and bringing you into a hug.

"its okay my love lets just enjoy this weekend okay and not think about this right now okay"

chris states bring his hand up to your face to rest underneath your chin lifting it up to place a sweet kiss on your lips as you simply nod you head agreeing the terms.

You two ended up enjoying your couple of nights at the house you two ended up going out to dinner on that Sunday and you couldn't deny that you felt better about life and just everything in general.

"you looked really pretty tonight"

chris states out of the blue as you two finally walking into the house from after having dinner. you turn around giving him a soft smile because this was the first time in a while where you could agree with him about feeling pretty. The whole pregnancy journey made you not feel pretty or worthy of anything so to hear that now felt different. everything felt different.

"thank you"

you softly let out as chris nods his head. Your not sure how the air thickened after the simply statement. All you ask was for chris to help you get out of your dress. Its not like he hasn't done this for you before but it just felt different.

Chris lets out a shaky breath as he unzipped your dress as you let it fall to the floor leaving you in your matching bra and underwear. Chris lets his lips ghost over the sensitive part of your neck causing you to slightly gasp at the feeling. You didn't want him to stop with whatever he was doing. You two stripped each other down until there was nothing in between you.

You reach your hand back to trail your fingers through his hair as he trailed his hand to cup your breasts, squeezing them softly. You immediate turn around so your back was not facing him admiring the boy in front of you. You pull chris into your lips as chris carefully lifts you up by the thighs to wrap your legs around his torso not breaking the kiss as he walked you two over to the bed.

You were so focused on him making out with him you didn't feel his length split you open. it simply was the perfect fit like always.

"fuck"

he groans out from above you feeling every inch of you as if it was your guys first time all over again. You tipped your head back felling him bottom out completely. Chris slowly and steadily began rock his hips into yours, your hips meeting each other every time. It hadn't even been that long and you already felt your high starting to wash over your senses.

"fuck dont stop"

you moan out reaching to grab onto arm to ground yourself. Chris didn't stop. After a couple more thrust you two reached your high together, you two were a moaning mess as you let each out ride it out.

The next morning you geuninely felt sick to your stomach and you weren't quite sure what it could have caused that.

"chris i dont feel too good"

you whine sitting up in the bed holding your stomach tightly.

"im sorry thats not good is it your stomach or"

chris asks you geuninely concerned. You couldn't respond to him feeling the immediate need to vomit. You rush to the connected bathroom opening the toilet and spilling everything into the toliet.

"oh princess"

chris coos out holding your hair out of the way. Your brain was to busy retracing everything you ate from the last 48 hours because what would you be throwing up randomly like this unless.

"what"

chris states looking at your face as if a light bulb came on.

"chris maybe do you think"

you stutter out hoping he figures out what you were talking about. Chris' eyes light up at the thought but how could they be so sure they didn't want to get their hopes up but they always wanted to know if that is the case or not.

"do you have any here you can take right not or do I need to"

chris trails off as you lean over to open the sink cabinet to find some tests in there. you immediately pull one out.

"okay the moment of truth"

chris sighs out as he turns off the timer that was ringing on his phone to let you two know the results were ready for the test.

"chris what if-"

you trail off with a soft sigh.

"hey hey its okay if its not we will keep trying okay"

chris reassures you as you simply nod your head flipping over the test.

"Chris"

you trails off looking at the intersecting lines. it was positive test.

"no way"

chris exclaims as you begin to sob.

"i told you it was going to happen"

chris states bring your sobbing figure into a hug comfortingly running his fingers through your hair. After all of the struggle you could definitely say that it was worth it.

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[reminiscentreader]

*internal sigh* rant post on lyra hate (again) i guess

first of all i have NO idea what shes done to accumulate all this hate except for ruin a bunch of random peoples parasocial relationships with grayson, these guys are seriously getting worse that the Aaron Warner stans, AND WE DO NOT EXCEPT THAT KIND OF HATE HERE 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ i think the only way im going to be able to do this is address all the arguments for hating lyra individually. (also i want to say i have no problem with people having there own opinions but when it gets THIS far i feel like i have a duty to say something as a lyra stan)

first i want to talk about her being self absorbed/whiny brat, THIS THING MAKES NO SENSE TO ME, the only people in the series she wwas rude to were people who were rude first. if anything we should have taken that she was kind away from her character, Literally like the first person she meets is odette, WHO SHE TREATS WITH KINDNESS, and then she has a run in with gigi, WHO SHE TREATS WITH KIDNESS, and then she has the avery situation WHERE SHE LITERALLY BECOMES THE #1 AVERY GRAMBS GLAZER, THIS GIRL WAS IN AWE OF HER 😭🙏🙏 and then she dances with xander WHO SHE TREATS WITH KINDNESS, this whole “lyras such a bitch” makes no sense at ALL, especially those people who say “grayson deserved someone like gigi, 🥺🥺.” A- I DONT KNOW IF YOU NOTICED BUT GRAYSON DOES HAVE GIGI, HIS SISTER WHO HE LOVES VERY MUCH. ITS ALMOST AS IF THERE WAS A WHOLE BOOK ABOUT GRAYSON AND GIGI AND B- LYRA WAS GIGI what these people dont understand is that lyra was a COMPLETELY different person back then, she says something about her being the happiest teenage girl. (also people who sooo desperately want grayson to end up with someone “just like gigi” are weirdddd)

next (AND THIS ONE PISSES ME OFF SOOOO MUCH 😓😓😓) “lyra is just an avery copy” GENUINELY STFU, the only thing similar about them is that they were introduced taking a test 😐😐😐, THE GIRLS DONT EVEN LOOK ALIKE?? the way they make desicions and just function in general is so different avery is a very logical person but lyra tends to be more emotional, if you want to compare jlb mfc compare cassie and avery and them sawyer and lyra. Averys main trait is her smartness and intelligence, whereas lyras is her braveness and caringness?? (i have no idea what the plural for caring is) im also gonna branch “grayson could never love anyone as much as avery blah blah 😒.” into this one and let me make this sooo clear. GRAYSON IS NOT ROMANTICALLY IN LOVE WITH AVERY ANYMORE. in fact in the brothers hawthorne, there is a whole chapter where he comes to this realisation. In case any of you missed it heres a direct quote “suddenly since the first time he’d met avery grambs, there was nothing tense or painful about standing this close to her, shed told him once they were family, maybe a part of him had been running from that to.”

anway sorry for the rant guys 🙏🙏

[eighttens]

Work Hard, Play Hard

Agent/Manager!reader x Client/celebrity!Mingi Summary: You're the best goddamn agent ever, and you best believe it! That's the only way that you can save your AND Mingi's careers after your Movie-star Client fucks up... properly. Let's hope that your expert agentry skills can help you weasle your way out! word count ~1700

Note: i have no idea why, but i NEEDED to get this out of my head. I kept thinking about manager!reader and agent!reader covering some super scandalous thing, and being super cool and badass about it. also this is very much unedited, so sorry. i think that this one might be a little too self-indulgent, but if you enjoy this, PLEASE let me know!!! also how do we feel about assistant!Yeosang? anyway enjoy xx if you have any requests, send them PLEASE! my requests (should be) open!

Youre furious. You're angrily clicking your way towards your office, a few co-workers sending you worried looks. You know what they're thinking, and it's pissing you off. With a huff you quickly scale the flight of stairs towards your office. Now more than ever are you pround of having worked your way to the very top of the agency, as it granted you your very own room secluded from prying eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you bark as soon as you step into your office. Mingi is slouched into one of the chairs at your conference tables, head dropped into his hand, a slightly bored expression on his face. Your heels click across the hardwood floor and the crash resounding from your purse slamming on the table jolts Mingi upright.

Despite your burning gaze being directed at Mingi, it wasn't him who answered you. Instead of the rough voice of the Semi-celebrity who was one of your clients, it was a much smoother, shyer voice that answered.

"Im sorry Ma'am, he wasn't leting up and causing much more of a racket in the lobby and-" Yeosang spoke up from where he was standing beside the window, awkwardly fidgeting with his hands. He avoided your gaze and stumbled over his words. You felt sorry for Yeosang. He was relatively new, having been appointed your assistant only a few short weeks ago. Whilst he delivered the meticulous precision you required, he still struggled a little to adapt to the firey outbursts you occasionally rained upon your clients.

"Its...", You sigh as you look between Yeosang and Mingi, reminding yourself that Mingi's screw-up wasn't Yeosang's fault. "its fine, Yeosang. Why dont you get up some coffee?" You dismiss the assistant with a wave of your hand, bidding him to leave. Yeosang quickly nods and hurries out, and you can swear you hear him sigh in relief once he steps out the door.

You can feel Mingi's eyes on you as you take your blazer off, throwing it over the backrest of your office chair. Once the door shuts again you take a seat at your desk, folding your arms over your chest as you look at Mingi incredulously.

"Why Mingi, why?" you say curtly, snatching the glasses from your face and chucking them onto the table in front of you. "Why can't you just follow my instructions? We had everything figured out, didnt we?!" your tone is sharp and demanding, but it seems that Mingi is doing everything in his power to avoid your gaze.

"Doing what you did is one thing, but coming here? Showing yourself? Causing a racket? whatever that means, is another." you pointedly tap on your desk. At his lack of response you huff and pull your planner and a notebook from your purse.

Flipping open to an empty page in the notebook you start scribbling down a few numbers, copying them right out of the planner. From the corner of your eye you can see Mingi start to become fidgety, uncomfrtable with his actions being mentioned. "I wasnt thinking..." he mumbles.

You stop writing and drop your pen immediately. "Clearly you weren't! I mean seriously Mingi! You damn near sent me into cardiac arrest!" Finally he looks at you, he looks like a kicked puppy. As if all that shit he did wasn't his doing. Your glare hardens as you think about the endless string of phone calls his actions pulled you into.

"I mean... it wasn't that bad, im sure youve covered worse things before, right?" Mingi shifts in his seat and flaps with his hands a little, as if he's trying to scrape together some other excuses "And... as great as an agent as you! i mean, this must be light work for you, right?". He trys his hardest to smile charmingly at you, but it comes over as dopey and unsure.

You clear your throat and lean back in your chair, and unimpressed look on your face. "Mingi you and your.. entourage," you spit the word like poison, "went on a 4-day bender, during which you not only broke in and set fire to your neighbours pool-house," you pause, letting the words sink in.

After a moment of awkward silence Mingi opens his mouth as if he wanted to explain but you dont let him, cutting him of "but you also fimed. it.?!" the look on your face is almost comical. "I was- we were-" Mingi opens and closes his mouth uselessly, looking around the room as if it would help his stammering.

You lean forward and fold your arms, "And then you sent it to me with the caption 'Insta worthy?'." Mingi's eyes drop into his lap shamefully, and youre dissapointed but not suprosed when he doesnt have anything to say for himself.

After another agonizing stretch of silence you lean back again, passive aggressively tearing out the page you were writing on. With a flick of your wrist you turn it around to show him.

"This-", you point to the first bullet point, "is the number of the Glazier you are going to hire. That'll take care of the windows you broke, and the glass table that got shattered." you explain, then point to the next.

"This is the number of a general contractor. His name is Micheal, and he is in charge of rebuilding and restoring the pool house." you pause and look at him, "You know, the poolhouse you set ablaze? Yeah that one. Except that Micheal can not know under what circumstances that happened. If he asks, then you are Kevin Polaski's nephew, and you were having a grill, alright?"

Mingi mutters under his breath, clearly displeased with this all. "Seriously? i really have to- can't i just be some mutual aquaintance? Why do i have to pretend to be his..." He cuts himself off when he sees your dead eyes.

smart boy, say nothing and chose to stay alive today.

You move on without having to say much more, "This is the number of the Pool cleaner, since i heard that someone may or may not have urinated in the jacuzzi in, i quote, protest against capitalism." your tone is questioning and you look at him again. At least he looks vaguely ashamed.

"And this", you point to the final bullet point, "is the number of the housekeeper." Mingi's head snaps up just then, "The housekeeper? What does the housekeeper get?"

"The housekeeper gets a nice cheque in exchange for not telling Mr. Polanski about your... mishap." you cross your legs in your chair, straigtening your pencil skirt. "Lucky bastard you are, Mr. Polanski is on vacation right now, which means that unless the housekeeper tells him, he wont press charges."

"Hold on, press charges? For what though?" Mingi looks geniunely confused, and for a second you wonder how he's made it so far as a celebrity without a publicists or a manager. "The breaking and entering? The arson? The vadalism? To top it all off, you incriminating youself by filming all of it? Mingi this doesnt just affect you, this also affects me. Im your agent, im responsible for your image. What you do reflects off my capabilities, and i know for damn sure how to handle myself- this isnt it."

The silence that follows is different from the ones before. This one hangs heavier in the air. Its preceded by the waves of rage rolling off you, but lingers with the sheer amount of dissapointment in your tone. Mingi shuffles again, trying to collect the confidence to speak again, but he's saved by the oening and closing of your office doors, and Yeosang's hurried steps.

You sigh and humm a silent "Thanks." to Yeosang as he sets down the tray holding 4 coffee cups. Yeosang, sensing the tension in the air and nods curtly, afraid to say much.

"Yeosang do you still have those brochures I gave you this morning? Before i left the office earlier?" you control your tone again, taking one of the cups and bringing it to your lips. With the unoccupied hand you gesture for both of the men to take a cup. Mingi reaches out; taking a cup, but just fidgeting with the label, staring down at the lid.

Yeosang nods and points to the door "Yeah, they're in my bag at my desk. Ill go get them." he turns to leave without a second thought; your eyes soften as they follow his form. You're grateful for Yeosang's dutiful compliance, and you make a mental note to give him a day off soon.

Your thoughts are interupted by Mingi speaking again, and you can feel yourself grow a tad annoyed with his voice. "Listen, im sorry about the trouble im causing you, i understand that this isnt a great look for me, and i probably shouldnt have.. you know, done the things i did." Mingi starts stammering, words unsure and small. You dont spare him a glance as he continues speaking.

"This is the first and last time something like this happens, i promise!" His voice seems genuine, and you sip from your cup again, tracing the lid with your eyes before you look at him.

He seems to gain a little confidence, and his voice is a little more chipper when he continues, "And really, thank you for doing this, im sure it hasnt been easy to do all of the... uh.. managing, that ive caused you. even though i guess thats sorta your job." Mingi trails off towards the end, cringing at himself as if he knows he messed up.

Your eyes harden immediately, and youre dissapointed with yourself for almost trusting him. "Save it. Youll be really sorry later." your voice is cold.

Yeosang returns with two brochures in hand, which he extends to you once he reaches your desk. You send Yeosang a smile and exchange the brochures for one of the coffee cups, gesturing to the door. "Take a break, Yeosang. Thank you." he nods silently and leaves.

You hold up the two brochures. "Take your pick, Golden Clover or Serenity Hills." Mingi scans them both briefly, eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"Well pony-boy. Whilst Mr. Polanski's Poolhouse is going to be fixed, and to convince the world wide web you can't possibly be associated with the events, you're going to rehab."

[luckyshouse]

im sorry if you don't want people traumadumping in your askbox over that post and you dont have to answer if thats the case but i just thought you should know it really really resonated.

i'm 19, as a little kid i was a victim of interfamilial COCSA (of course), but my response to that as a kid was to do it to others tenfold. i only had two instances of being 'the victim' but those two experiences gave me questions and curiosities & i would continue to regularly repeat it to other kids for years because i was smart enough to hide my actions and nobody noticed. i stopped once i grew enough to realize that it was wrong (10 years old) but by that point all the damage was done and there's nothing i can do.

i feel like people say 'the cycle of abuse' all the time but they never genuinely think about what it entails. they want to comfort victims by demonizing the people that hurt them. but the internet as a general collective cannot hold two conflicting truths at the same time, you cannot support victims and also support people who create victims, you have to pick a side. like it's dicourse. but like you said it's victims all the way down. the siblings that touched me first were absolutely just recreating their own experiences, we were family, i know their home life.

so when people want to show support for victims of CSA and they want to prove theyre not predator apologists or whatever, they'll default to saying they wish they could kill all abusers and anyone whos ever crossed a boundary deserves to have their rights stripped and be tortured and all this shit. and it lets me know that if i were to be honest about my own CSA they would see it as a sort of trolley problem and decide that im not worth the risk. so ive never told anyone. there is no neutral support for victims like me, only death threats or fetishization(? is that the right word). other victims who would seek me out because i'm capable of playing predator for their own scenarios. and if anything goes wrong with our relationship then they have the '___ is an actual child abuser' card to play for their callout post.

i don't have a good way to conclude this i guess. i don't even know if my points are relevant with your motivations for writing that post. but it helped me feel like out there somewhere there's a space for people with my specific sexual trauma, that isn't crazy biased in one direction or the other. thank you for seeing the pattern and actually fucking trying to stop it. it gives me hope.

i hope you are ok with me posting this, if not, lmk if you want it deleted.

this is exactly what im talking about and something i think about frequently. while i am not personally someone who did that, i carry a lot of guilt for being overly sexual and inappropriate in a lot of situations, and i care a lot about people who did bad things as a kid who didn't know better. its one of the reasons i bring up the fact that i parented multiple kids- when you help protect kids in very very bad and abusive situations, you see them start developing extremely negative and unhealthy behaviors REALLY early. one of the biggest reasons i delved so deeply into child psychology wasn't for myself but because i needed to know the right things to say to the kids in my family because i was seen as the one to go to for help. this meant dealing with kids who HAVE done bad things, and learning why that happened. they were just kids, man, all of them were, and i had to understand the idea of what youre describing very early.

and this is the problem with the way we treat predators exactly. because it literally leaves no room for anybody, including children, to get better, to recover, to learn better, etc. because everyone is so fucking excited to like you said talk about how much they hate and how much they want to kill predators, both to have some sort of power against people they view as oppressive but also to signal that they are good and not connected to these predators. and it leaves a very weird space for people who have done bad things in the past due to their trauma. because the thing is, theyre going to exist. theyre going to keep living. you can't kill them. im very against the death penalty, i'm also anti prison. i hate both of them. the only thing forced isolation in a violent hostile area does is make things worse. ive been hospitalized enough to know that. my father is a correctional officer, my mother is a felon. it doesn't help anyone. and creating these ideas that we just push everyone to the side whos ever done anything bad is equally as bad as never reacting at all, because it's a black and white solution to a very complex and gray problem. you, people like you, people worse than you, etc, all need help. whether or not something happened doesnt change the fact that you deserve help too, and you deserve to recover and find people who will love you and support you through it all.

[fleshdyk3]

lolita hyena 👍

[normal-person-i-promise]

public transport

arataka reigen x fem!reader

half of it is edited, at least. this has been sitting in my drafts, half done, since march. im sick of working on it, so you get this. sorgy

The sudden jerk of the train starting takes you by surprise, and you nearly fall down — had it not been for the fact that someone gripped your upper arms tightly before your face could connect with the cold, hard floor.

You look up quickly, your face heating when you realize who it is.

★ ★ ★

The familiar "whoosh" of the bus's old doors opening greets you warmly as you step inside, unsurprised to find almost all seats — save for one — vacant. Late nights are always lonely — it's always dark, empty, quiet — but today, there's another person on the bus with you.

He... Looks like the guy you saw on TV some time ago, though in a more... Tired state. Messy blonde hair, unbuttoned grey suit, loose pink tie — he's sitting in the back-most seat, his eyes, heavy with fatigue, transfixed on the window.

He didn't noice you come in.

You stand at the door for a little while, adjusting the bag on your shoulders before coming to a realization that sours your expression. That's your usual seat. He took it.

You scowl, making your way to the window seat a few meters away from him and sitting down with as much annoyance that you can muster.

You can hear the sound of the bus's wheels squeak every time they'd go over a bump, shaking the whole vehicle; smell the sour scent of sweat stained clothes from a long day of work; practically taste the citrus cleaning spray the cleaners use too much on the cloth seat covers.

The bus's doors creak closed. The vehicle abruptly jerks forward, a start, before its motion becomes steady. You settle into your seat, adjusting yourself until you're comfortable, feeling the worn fabric beneath your fingertips as you steady yourself.

As the bus picks up speed, you find your gaze drawn to the man.

His features are... Sharp, though not so much as to look intimidating; his eyes are half-moons as they stare longingly out the window, not taking in the view, more like just... Staring blankly; his breathing — visible from the rise and fall of his chest — is slow and steady, calm; and his nose is pointed, low, coming to a point just above those soft, kissable lips...

...

...Drat.

You clear your throat as if it'll clear your mind. Curse your tiredness, making your thoughts... Inappropriate.

You shift your bag in your lap, trying to distract yourself with the way the strap falls, the feeling of the stitching on the edges.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the man turn his head to face you. His eyes roam down your body before dragging themselves back up to your face, and, noticing your irate expression (due to the fact that he took YOUR seat), he raises an eyebrow and cocks his head to the side.

He looks at you curiously, scanning your features as the bus bounces up and down when the wheels go over the bumpy road.

He seems to pause, almost hesitate.

"Good to know I'm not the only one with late nights," he says, a grin playing on his lips.

God, his voice...!

"Same here," you mumble, keeping your eyes set on the window to avoid looking into his.

You both slip onto a comfortable silence again, all quiet except for the sound of the bus moving along the tar road, making those distinct noises you've almost memorized.

You can sort of ignore him now, focusing only on the view outside.

It's... Peaceful. At this time of night, there are little people on the streets — those who are still awake are the drunkards, stumbling back to their homes; and the office workers, their gaits slow and steady, tired from the long day of work.

The shops are all closed, and though shutters are pulled down, the colourful lights of their signs remain on; blues, reds, and whites paint the sidewalk a kaleidoscope of colours, one you've never noticed until now. Your eyes roam from the colourful concrete to the signs whizzing past the bus in a blur, your eyes struggling to read the letters.

"What's your name, by the way?"

You're brought out of your thoughts at his question. His voice is strangely soft, his tone understandably wary as you turn your head to face him.

You introduce yourself, and he nods. He tests your name out on his tongue, humming in delight — as though he just tasted something sweet.

"Arataka Reigen, greatest psychic of the 21st century!"

His introduction is over the top, his voice like a salesman's as he spins his hand — so fast that's it's all a blur — before he abruptly stops, bringing it up for you to shake. He flashes you a charming grin, one that makes your cheeks flush.

You take his hand, savouring the feeling of his worn fingers wrapping around yours as he shakes it.

And, leaning in close enough to smell the sharp cologne his wears and said in a low whisper, "But you can call me Arataka."

Arataka leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest in pride as he grins at your flushed cheeks.

"It's the first time I'm seeing another soul at this time of night," he remarks, tightening his tie absentmindedly, almost like an unconscious fidget of sorts. You nod in response. You watch as his fingers wrap around the pink fabric of his tie slowly, getting a better grip before pulling it close to his neck, adjusting it to make sure it's not too tight.

You clear your throat again, averting your gaze.

"I'm... Honestly surprised to find another person coming home from work this late," you parrot, gritting your teeth as you focus on the window. Stop staring, stop staring...

He hums in amusement before it's quiet once more, broken only by the sounds of the bus's engine working to keep the vehicle moving.

It stays like this for a while. Both your gazes are fixed on the window, staring at the buildings passing by in a watercolour blur.

The city is... Nicer? You can't tell whether it's because you have a handsome man sitting across from you, or because it really does look prettier, but all the lights seem... Dreamier than usual, all the tree's leaves a few shades greener.

You can't help but notice his eyes flicker to yours every few minutes, though you never manage to see it directly.

"The city's quite pretty tonight," You mumble to yourself, staring out the window as you adjust yourself in your seat.

Arataka's next words are barely audible, just above a whisper — and his voice is quiet enough for you to be sure that you weren't supposed to hear it, like he was just saying something to himself.

"Sort of like you."

Your heart skips a beat.

"What did you say?"

Your tone is curious as your gaze settles on him again, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes sparkling with the lights outside the window.

You can visibly see him get nervous: he breaks out into a sweat, his shoulders stiffening as he brings up the sleeve of his jacket to dry the beads of perspiration trickling down his forehead, his tone rushed and panicked.

"A-ah, hahaa—! What? I didn't say anything!"

You can hear the nervous grin on his face as he avoids your gaze, clearing his throat loudly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"You must've been hearing things! Those pesky spirits..."

Arataka clicks his tongue, scowling at the empty space above your shoulder for a moment before changing his expression to a neutral one again, bringing his eyes back to yours. The speed at which he gains and loses confidence is enough to give you whiplash — not that you mind, though.

"I can get rid of them for you," he says, with total confidence. He's grinning proudly, almost puffing his chest out a little.

It's... Endearing, if you can say that.

You pause, arching a brow at him in confusion.

"Get... Rid of...?"

Have you never heard of psychics before...?

He nods briskly, pointing a thumb at himself in pride. His mannerisms and movements are precise and swift, enough to get you to think he's done this kind of thing hundreds of times in the past.

"You're talking to a world renowned psychic, here."

...There's a beat of silence, save for the sound of the bus going over a bump.

"World... Renowned?" You parrot, your tone confused. You've... Never heard of this man in your life, this... Arataka Reigen.

He pauses for a moment, his jaw going slack and his hand falling a little before he quickly closes his mouth, his expression almost like he's laughing in disbelief.

"A-ah, yes, yes, world renowned! I'm known all across the globe! Surely you know my name?"

He sounds a little bit like he's in disbelief, though his voice remains prideful.

You raise your brow higher. He's egotistical, to put it lightly. Egotistical, but so, so handsome...

"I've... Never heard of you before," you say to him, watching in amusement as you wait for his reaction.

"Oh, come on!"

Arataka's voice is now definitely one of disbelief as he groans in exasperation, his voice and expression growing irate.

Surely you've seen his posters...? He told Mob to paste them on any empty surface.

"Never? Not even once?" He almost begs, nearly pleading, a note of desperation creeping into his words as he tries in vain to convince you of something you've already set your mind on.

...Which is to poke fun at him, of course.

You hum in thought, your gaze flickering to the window before bringing it back to meet his. There was one time — a rather embarrassing moment for him, in your opinion.

"...Well, there was this one time I saw him on TV..."

He's quick to cut you off.

"Oh, why— y-yes! Yes, no, no, you haven't heard of me, especially not on TV! No, nope! Never!"

His grin is too wide to be genuine; panicked, and his hands are all over the place — almost as though he's talking with them, too, as he gestures wildly. You can see the sweat droplets fly off his hands, in addition to seeing the light reflected off of them on his forehead.

You look on in amusement.

"I-I'm just your friendly neighbourhood psychic, providing exorcisms at competitive prices! Never been on TV, no sir-ee!"

He's sweating buckets now, his grin thin as he goes on and on and on. He just... Talks, and the only time he pauses in his speech is to take in a greedy mouthful of air before getting right back to his words, coming out of his mouth faster than you can understand them.

And though it is rather cute funny to see him act like this, you decide that it's about time you changed the topic and spare him the embarrassment.

...And it's at this moment exactly that the bus reaches your destination, and you need to get off.

You pause for a moment, double-checking the sign to be sure that it's your street. You're more than a little disappointed to be parting ways with this strange, handsome psychic, this Arataka Reigen.

"Uh... Bye, I guess," you say in mild disappointment. You give him a small smile as you sling your bag over your shoulders, sitting up from your seat.

You're leaving already...? He only just met you, though...

As you make your way to the door, you run your hands along the bus's seats, feeling the fabric beneath your fingertips. It's a sort of a... Habit, now, to touch the seats before you exit, like how you'd run your fingers over a bridge's railing. It delays you a few seconds.

...Wait. It's probably best to give you his card, y'know, for his number and the address of his office...

You're halfway to the bus's doors before Arataka stops you, calling your name, rifling through his suit's pockets and producing a sharp, white business card.

"My business card, for the exorcism I promised you."

He grins, jabbing the card in your face. Taking a moment to compute what he's doing, you quickly take it from him, thanking him. He nods in reply, bidding you 'bye-bye' in a quick, hasty voice once more as he waves you off the bus.

You stare at the card as you step out of the bus, making your way to the little flat you call home.

Arataka Reigen.

Your eyes trail down to the bottom, where you see a phone number.

His phone number.

Arataka's phone number.

★ ★ ★

All week, you stress. Should you call him? This... Mysterious, handsome psychic? What if he doesn't want to talk to you? What if he really did just give you his business card for business?

...The way his cheeks flushed when your hands brushed against each other tells a different story, though...

You're fidgeting with his card in your hands when you enter the train, finding that it's full with people coming home from work, as usual. It's just after sunset — the sun has only just dipped below the horizon, the last traces of its golden light fading as the pinks turn to blues, the blues turning to black.

You look back down to the card in your hands, still not having moved from far the train's doors, open wide.

Arataka Reigen.

Your fingers wrap around the frigid metal off the handle bar by the train's doors, though your grip isn't strong, still lost in your thoughts. You really, really wanna call him, but what if he really did give you his business card only for business? He didn't seem to really... Do anything special, nor did he say anything special. He just treated you like a normal client, it seems.

You're still thinking about how adorable his pink cheeks were, though...

The sudden jerk of the train starting takes you by surprise, and you nearly fall down — had it not been for the fact that someone gripped your upper arms tightly before your face could connect with the cold, hard floor.

You look up quickly, your face heating when you realize who it is.

Arataka.

He says your name in a disbelieving, breathless manner, his eyes wide and his expression awestruck for a moment before coming back to his senses. He startles, letting go of you in the blink of an eye as he lets out a yelp, his cheeks flushed a sweet pink as you feel yours heat in tandem.

He remembers your name.

Arataka remembers your name.

"We meet again," Arataka says awkwardly, the both of you standing in the middle of the train. It's a little hard to keep his voice steady and quiet, but he manages.

That well tailored grey suit of his is neat and ironed, his pink tie tightened and tied properly close to his neck. He looks... Good. Better than on the bus, at least.

You nod, trying to calm down your racing heart.

"...Arataka. This is a... Pleasant surprise."

...And just like that, it's awkward silence again.

At least it's not totally quiet though: there's the rumbling of the train car moving along on its metal rails, the rapid beating of your heart in your ears, your shallow breathing as you try to calm yourself down in vain...

Your eyes trail to the window, watching as the train emerges from the dark tunnel, getting bathed in the lights of the city's night life. There's the faint smell of disinfectant and sweaty clothes in the air.

It's when you almost fall over again that you finally decide to take a seat. Arataka follows suit, taking the seat beside you, seeing as all the other seats are taken.

He's awkward as he settles down in his seat, his side pressed up against yours. He looks either... Embarrassed, or ecstatic, since you're that girl he saw on the bus the other day, the one who made his cheeks flush and his heart beat wildly in his chest. You're that girl he'd given his business card to, the one that he's been waiting so, so patiently for to call, even so little as text him.

After a while, the two of you get comfortable against each other; the warmth of his body brings some sense of comfort to you, and the same to him. You... Fit, there, right by his side. He likes that.

Your eyes are trained on the window; the buildings are whizzing past the train, the yellows and oranges of the city lights blending together to form a pretty little painting. It seems so... Fantastical, and so... Unreal. You've never really paid any attention to the scenery...

The little cars on the roads are but small strokes of a brush on a canvas, their blacks and greys mixing in with the dull colours of the asphalt. There's people on the streets, since it's not too late in the night yet; they're all smoking, partying, drinking, having a good time... Because, after all, it is a Friday night.

...And you're alone.

God, you're pathetic.

You scowl slightly, settling into your seat, your side shifting against Arataka.

Though you don't notice it, Arataka's eyes aren't on the view outside the glass. He's looking at you, studying you, watching as your eyes dart from person to person walking along on the pavement, watching as you shift your bag on your lap to get more comfortable. His eyes are fixed on you as he roams his gaze up and down your body, using his eyes to trace the outline of your comfortable clothing and sighing, almost dreamily so.

You're really pretty.

...It stays like this for a while. Neither of you say anything to eachother, though both your minds are plagued by the other.

You find yourself fidgeting with anything you can — the cloth straps of your bag, the thin strands of your hair, the knuckles of your fingers. It's hard to keep your thoughts from going haywire when Arataka's body is pressed against yours, especially when it's almost quiet enough for him to hear your racing heart.

He, too, is freaking out — his heart is threatening to burst from his chest, his mind reeling so much to the point where it's starting to hurt. The only difference is that he hides it well, and you're... Well, you're not as experienced. And he's definitely noticed.

As he stares at you, Arataka calls your name softly, absentmindedly, and his heart almost stops when your eyes connect with his.

They seem so... So sparkly, so big and wide, taking in everything. They reflect the environment; Arataka can see himself in them as he gathers his thoughts quickly, clearing his throat loudly.

It's hard to form words around you, especially words that aren't 'kiss me', you know that?

"So how've you been?" He asks smoothly, ending his question with your name.

You hum.

"...Good. You?"

Arataka nods, his posture relaxed in relation to yours. He shifts against you, almost leaning against you, and your heart skips a beat.

"Great, yeah."

He begins to gesture with his hands again, something that you've missed seeing a lot more than you'd think you would — especially considering the fact that the only time you've met him is on a bus, late at night, the both of you definitely not thinking straight under the influence of sleep deprivation.

"So how's that spirit of yours holding up? Gotten it rid of already?"

He gestures to your shoulder, his expression neutral as he analyses the empty air. He definitely notices that you haven't done anything about this supposed spirit haunting you.

So you stay quiet for a while, unsure of whether to lie and keep him in this emotional state or tell him the truth and make it worse.

"I, uh... Haven't done anything yet."

...

"You WHAT?!"

The passengers in the train all shush him in unison, and Arataka mumbles a quick 'sorry' before leaning in close to you, shielding his voice from the outside with a hand, almost like children telling each other secrets. It's just an excuse to get closer to you, to be completely honest.

You can barely focus on what he's saying, your cheeks a bright red as you feel his breath ghost over your skin.

"You HAVE to do something about it, I mean—"

He makes small gestures to the space above your shoulder, trying his best not to upset the people beside him. He fails, evident in the way they scowl at him and take a few steps away.

"This thing is dangerous!"

You sigh, leaning a little away from him as you feel the red in your cheeks fade.

"It hasn't done anything, though."

"Hasn't done anything YET," he cuts you off, hissing in a whisper. "You could've DIED!"

He gets shushed again. He sighs in annoyance, leaning away from you and talking in a calmer, quieter voice. He's smooth with it; his words come out naturally, almost instinctually — it doesn't sound like he's been desperate to say those words ever since he met you, and it doesn't sound like he's begging you to say yes.

"How 'bout this, hm? I'm heading to my office right now for a late night job. Why don't you come and I'll get rid of this—" he scowls, swatting the space above your shoulder again —"horrid spirit of yours?"

You pause. It's a... Very, very tempting offer. On one hand, you want to go back home and rest; while on the other, you want to follow this handsome, blonde psychic and see how he'll 'exorcise' this supposed spirit of yours.

You decide quickly, just as a light rain begins to patter on the glass windows.

"Sure, alright," you say, giving him a slight smile. Arataka nods in response, smiling at you, before his gaze trails to the windows where the rain gets heavier and heavier the closer you get to Arataka's office.

"SEE?!" Again, he's shushed.

"This is the work of the spirit!" He says, gesturing to the heavy rain that's now beating aggressively on the window in an unpredictable drumbeat. The people on the streets panic and try to get to shelter, whilst others bring out umbrellas.

You're quiet for a while.

"The... Rain?"

He nods briskly, seriously.

"Spirits can influence things, you see. They range from small events like how hot you heat up your bento, to this," he says grimly, gesturing to the thunder and lightning that has started to strike the ground in bright white flashes across cutting across the grey sky.

"The bigger the event, the more powerful the spirit. And," he says, leaning back more in his seat and crossing his arms, "this is a crazy powerful spirit. It's unwise to leave it alone for so long. It's reacting in this way because we mentioned its existence."

"Oh, okay, that... Right, that makes a lot of sense," you agree slowly, nodding in response to his words. Arataka knows a lot about spirits, it seems.

He grins in triumph, just as the train announces its location and its doors slide open. He gets up, gesturing for you to follow.

"It's just a 15 minute walk," he assures you.

When you get out of the train station, you find that it's still raining heavily. There's that smell of rain, which is nice, and you get lightly showered with the cold droplets as they bounce up and off the pavement and road.

Arataka scowls, groaning under his breath as he takes out a pocket umbrella, clicking it open.

"We'll have to share. It's small because it's meant for one person."

He gestures for you to get under the umbrella. It's... Close. You're very close to him, just like in the train, though, this time, your bodies are only almost touching. The two of you have to shuffle on the ground a little to walk.

As you begin walking, you find yourself walking closer and closer until you're touching sides. Arataka doesn't seem to argue; in fact, he wordlessly slides a tentative hand around your waist, holding you tight to him as the crystal droplets of rain pitter-patter loudly against the tiny clear plastic umbrella he holds. His grip grows more confident and firm the longer his hand is there.

It's quiet when the both of you stop at a crossing, waiting for the cars to clear and the light to turn to the little man, indicating you can walk.

Then a particularly fast car comes along. It's definitely speeding, and when it nears the large puddle of water near the sidewalk, Arataka smoothly pushes you back, bringing the umbrella up to shield you, and only you, from the dirty water.

The dirty rain water splashes at his pants and the droplets from the sky pelt him, causing him to wince slightly. It makes his golden hair to stick to his forehead, makes his expensive grey suit soaked at the shoulders, makes his sleeves dripping wet.

Before you know it, he brings the umbrella up again, and begins walking again without a word. His hand finds itself back to it's position, holding you securely around your waist.

"Thanks," you say. He pauses, turning to look at you.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! THE RAIN'S TOO LOUD!"

You mutter a quick apology before repeating your thanks, this time shouting. His bewildered expression disappears, smiling cutely as he nods, before he continues walking.

The both of you continue in a comfortable silence for another minute or so before you reach the office. He leads you inside, shaking off the umbrella. The office smells... Really salty, coupled with the expensive scents of some kinds of incense you can't make out.

"Here we are!" He exclaims proudly. "Ah, oh, right. This is my apprentice, Mob."

Arataka places a firm hand on the shoulder of what looks to be a middle schooler with a bowl cut. He waves at you politely, smiling slightly, and you nod in response, waving back.

Arataka unbuttons his jacket and hangs it on the wall, and you have to clench your fists tightly to stop yourself from staring.

"Now," Arataka says smoothly, taking a seat in his chair and looking so, so attractive, "what package shall you take?"

He pulls out a piece of paper, with three courses labelled.

"Option A, the trial course, gets you 20% spirit reduction; option B, the serious course, which gets you 50% spi—"

Mob leans in to whisper something into his ear, and Arataka seems to be taken aback for a moment. He scoffs, hissing in a whisper, "Of COURSE there's a spirit, you just can't see it," which Mob seems to be placated by, going back to his spot reading manga.

Arataka clears his throat, opening his mouth to speak again.

"As I was saying," he glares at Mob, "Option A, the trial course, gets you 20% spirit reduction; option B, the serious course, which gets you 50% spirit reduction; and option C, the all-out course, gets you 99% spirit reduction." He gestures for you to take the seat in front of the desk.

"Of course," he says, grinning just like the hideous poster on the wall, "if it comes back, I'll get rid of it — for 20% off."

Sitting down, you bring the paper close to you...

...And find that every course is above your budget.

You smile nervously, pushing the paper back to him and getting up from your chair. This has clearly been a complete waste of time, especially since it all seems so sketchy, and you've only fallen for it because he's handsome...

"S... Sorry, Arataka," you apologise, bowing slightly once you've gotten up from your chair. "I can't really afford anything."

You move to the door, and it's only a moment later that you hear Arataka scrambling to get out of that fancy office chair, his brow slick with sweat and his words rushing out of his mouth.

"Woah, woah, woah, hey, my success rates are 99.9%! All my clients leave happy!" He cries, a note of desperation in his voice.

You shake your head, smiling politely. "No thanks."

He panics again as you reach for the doorknob. Your movements are slow — so, so slow, and it's definitely apparent that you're just stalling, as if waiting to see if he'll do anything.

He takes advantage of that.

Half stumbling and half sliding in front of you and using his body to block the door, he stands, gathering himself for a moment before—

"H-hey, hey, wait—!"

Arataka grips your shoulders tightly, beginning to massage. You pause, silent, a little taken aback.

"Feels good, right?" He says quietly as you almost melt at his touch. He's standing directly in front of you, staring at— no, studying your face as he moves his fingers in firm, soothing circles. "Like it?"

Your shoulders are absolutely screwed up.

You hum, rolling your joints a little bit. Arataka feels a surge of pride when a chorus of the cracking of your messed up bones fill the air, though he still presses gentle, relieving circles and dots into your skin, pressing enough for you to feel it firmly below the clothing you wear.

His touch, though soft and caring, is... Firm. Very, very firm, very unyielding. It's clear that he knows what he's doing, and it's clear that he's confident that this will work. His fingers are round dots of alleviation as they press softly into your skin, and their movements and placements are careful and calculative.

He grips your shoulders, dragging you slowly, slowly, slowly to the chair in the middle of the room and sitting you down on it.

Now that you're seated, Arataka feels your neck and shoulders a little. He goes round and round your little chair, pressing at this spot and that spot — he's looking for something, it's clear; he's looking for tightness or rigidity beneath your skin, places to apply pressure, places to soothe and fix.

You barely notice how his hands seem to almost lovingly caress you.

"Here?"

He bends down and shifts his hand a little closer to your neck, near that place that always aches when you look down — the base of the movement and the base of the neck itself. You sigh in delight, leaning into his touch — sending waves of butterflies and pride swelling in Arataka. His heart nearly bursts out of his chest as he sees you get more and more relaxed, enjoying his touch. His cheeks flush and a dopey grin adorns his face.

He hums, pressing more firmly and confidently.

It's about a minute later when Arataka retracts his hands almost reluctantly, his fingers lingering on you. You roll your neck and shoulders, sitting up and off the chair.

"I must say, Arataka," you say, shoving him slightly as a sort of playful gesture. His cheeks flush at the contact, a cute little grin on his face.

"That was a great massage."

His grin grows prideful, jabbing a thumb at himself proudly.

"You're talking to the greatest psychic of the 21st century, here!"

You sigh, almost dreamily so, as Arataka begins to go on and on and on about all his achievements, his accomplishments, his goals...

...

You pause. You have to pay — you can't just get caught up in his silly little endearing antics again.

"Um, Arataka?"

You interrupt him as he's talking proudly about himself, and he stares at you, a little confused and a little annoyed. He doesn't really care if it's you, though.

You gesture to the paper on the desk, the one with all the courses and prices. Your tone is regretful; you shouldn't have fallen so easily for such a blatant scam, c'mon, you're smarter than this...

"I can't pay. I didn't bring enough money."

Arataka pauses. Gears seem to turn in his head for a moment before his eyes light up, another one of those adorable horrible grins settling on his face again.

"Tell you what."

He tries to lean on the wall, finds that it's too far, and stumbles instead. He clears his throat, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Instead of paying, how about you..."

His grin widens as he pauses for dramatic effect. You wait patiently.

He's not actually pausing for dramatic effect, though; he's trying to get time to prepare what his tone will be, how his body language will look, how loud and confident his voice is...

It's a really, really long pause.

"...Go on a date with me?"

A date? With him? Mob's just sitting on the little couch in the corner of the room when he looks up from his manga, intrigued by the word 'date'.

Great. Now you've got a 14-year-old's pressure on your back.

You hum for a moment, thinking, as though your answer will be anything but a resounding yes. Your cheeks are flushed, but so are his once he hears what you say in response.

"Yes, please."

His grin widens in absolute joy, and he puts his hands harshly, securely in his pockets to prevent himself from grabbing you by the collar and sloppily kissing you right now.

He opens and closes his mouth to speak multiple times before he decides on what to say. He looks so, so happy — his eyes are wide and full of wonder, his grin is big and silly, and his cheeks are that same sweet pink as on the bus.

"Saturday? Saturday, 8:00 PM?"

You nod.

And waving goodbye as you open the door to leave, "I'll see you on Saturday."

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: a doodle of old, Commission-era Five lounging in a bathtub with cucumbers over his eyes and a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle in the other. He has several scars, including one that starts at his collarbones and goes all the way down his torso. End ID.]

i missed old five this season so bad. where was he!!! Where was my old man!!! I took it upon myself to answer with "in the bath, chilling" because he deserves it. old five people, you're welcome

[sonknuxadow]

LOVE LOSES !!!!!!!!!!!!

[dizzybizz]

some doodles

[moonlightflower-queen]

I wouldn't be able to draw this man consistently if you put a gun to my head

[mintypsii]

not a part 2, but here's a prequel to this sanuso comic I did last month !!! (takes place the night before ,, technically after the first three panels)

[bannock-freak]

"shipping saiki is aphobic because he's aroace!"

stares at you with my demiromantic asexual in a committed relationship eyes then looks at the camera like im in the office