#it's so funny that you guys always assume i know everything & then it always turns out i... know... a lot

[pardonmydelays]

question: do you know which former coworkers or collaborators lin is closest with? he probably meets a lot with chris jackson (freestyle love supreme), he did that thing with leslie odom jr. in january, right? and the schuyler sisters cameoed in tick tick boom. but does he interact a lot with certain people? basically: who are his friends and why do i expect you to know this haha

ok, so like you said chris jackson for sure, they've been friends for such a long time, but i believe he is also still close with other fls guys (i definitely saw AT LEAST utk & shockwave on his instagram a few times), then tommy kail & alex lacamoire, he was also spotted with andrew garfield a few times (even last year) so i assume they are hanging out from time to time. now either i made it up or he said in one interview that quiara alegría hudes is literally his neighbour (they were working together on in the heights & vivo), so they are probably still friends too (sorry if that's a totally fake information but i feel too lazy to check it right now, i'm like 96% sure it's true tho). leslie, phillipa & renee, too, yes. he's also friends with john kander, they both confirmed haha. i wanted to say jordan fisher but i don't know, i think maybe? they're not besties but they are definitely close. i don't know, he is friends with a lot of people & this is just off the top of my head.

[genderqueerdykes]

just kind of throwing this at your wall, sorry in advance. saw the post about "kill all men" and got really upset

im a trans guy. my boyfriend is cis, and im the first guy hes dated before. (sees me fully as whatever i want to be, does not care about my gender expression and loves me for me. great guy). he doesnt have many friends from being asocial as a teenager, so most of his friends are my trans friends!

of course. like every trans group seems to fall prey to, theres always the "all [CIS] men are bad" conversation that comes up somehow. and i never really thought much of it, because in my head itd be "ah yeah all men Except My Boyfriend"

but he and i were talking after some drinks, and he made a point that really struck me. about how he doesn't like being The Exception to the point, that he's still a man and has no interest in being anything But a man. so when people say stuff like that, he gets uncomfortable; not because He IS The Problem (like everyone who gives the "if youre saying not all men, youre the men" argument) but because it makes him feel ostracized from everyone. and idk, it really struck me.

we say stuff like that way too often in an attempt to exclude certain groups of people; and i feel like we end up excluding people close to us by proxy.

thanks for listening

i really appreciate you for taking the time to send this. i've been meaning to talk about this and have been forgetting. the following is of course not directed at you, anon, it is directed at people who behave like this

you're not feminist, progressive, cool, pro-queer rights or funny for saying "kill all men". you are exposing that you are a violent and dangerous person for believing that people should be profiled and literally killed for their gender or PERCEIVED gender.

this doesn't make people like you more. it outs you as a danger. how do we know you won't turn that hatred toward women whenever you feel like changing the goalposts? i can't trust someone like that to not turn that hatred toward other genders, either. YOU are the dangerous person you are profiling men as. you can't use men as a scapegoat for everything. sometimes YOU are the violent person who needs help.

your boyfriend shouldn't have to feel like that. like people have never really cared about gay men but people just straight up gave up all pretenses that they do and i hate it. cis men are not inherently evil. cis men can still be queer. cis men can still be good people. your boyfriend shouldn't have to feel isolated because he's cis. that's profiling. he belongs. why do people assume that everyone with a partner who is a man hates them? not everyone is choosing to be in a relationship with someone they hate. i understand that some people will date someone no matter who just to have a partner so they're not lonely, but not everyone does this. some people genuinely love their boyfriends

i'm sorry you both have dealt with this. i hope things can improve because men don't deserve to feel like this. this is why toxic masculinity exists in the first place. we have to stop reinforcing that men are evil monsters. they won't stop believing that if we keep telling them that forever. stay safe. your boyfriend is not a bad person & deserves to have a wonderful life.

[logansdoll]

Heyyy. Ok really cheesy but I’d like to request a Logan x reader friends to lovers where it’s like an accidental confession. Maybe someone makes fun of the reader and Logan without thinking about it just starts yelling and defending why the reader is great and everything he loves about her? Ik it’s a little OOC but maybe he gets so mad (as Wolverine does) that he gets all mushy without realizing lol. Thanks ❤️❤️

lotus

while on library duty, Logan overhears two girls talking shit about you... and corrects it quickly.

CW: sorry i went in a little different direction, suggestive, profanity, takes place during the timeline of the og X-Men, these girls are bitches, etc.

"I just don't get what's the big deal about her," Maya scoffed, resting her cheek in her palm as she thoughtlessly flipped through her biology textbook.

Talia nodded, glancing up from her notes with an excitement that screamed nothing to do.

"No, seriously," she agreed. "Like we get it... you can grow shit. Big deal."

That piqued Logan's interest.

With Jean and Scott off on a date, the professor away, and you and Ororo teaching a joint class, he was slapped with library duty—watching the kids during their scheduled study period.

Now, originally, he planned on simply plopping himself down in a corner and puffing his cigar, hoping to fall asleep and just ride out his sentence.

And he was halfway there, too.

But just as he was about to catch some Zs, his hearing picked up on a conversation between two older girls who seemed to be trash talking his girlfriend.

"Word," Maya turned the next page, a grimace settling on her face when she noticed the image of a flower.

One you were very vocal about liking.

"She won't shut up about these stupid lotus flowers either... Hey! Did you guys know that the lotus is considered sacred in many Eastern cultures? And it often symbolizes purity, beauty, and rebirth!"

Talia let out an obnoxious snicker, the impression not nearly as funny as what she was making it to be.

But maybe she just hated you that much...

"You sound just like her," she commended, very much amused. "Only she's always smiling. Like I've never seen her frown before... it's almost creepy."

"Seriously creepy. But Peter can't get enough of it... you know he has a crush on her, right?"

"Seriously?!"

Logan let out a quiet chuckle, tickled by the news.

He'd caught the boy staring at you during a few Danger Room sessions, but didn't think much of it, assuming he'd just caught him while he happened to be looking in your direction.

Oh, how wrong he was...

He couldn't wait to tell you later tonight.

"Mhmm. Half the boys at school nearly fall over themselves to make sure they're not late to her class... It's almost funny."

"Funny, my ass. Why'd it have to be Peter?" Talia huffed, tossing her pencil at the textbook in frustration. "She's not even that pretty. I've had dogs that look better than her."

Maya attempted to muffle a snicker, but Logan heard it loud and clear, his brows furrowing at the horrible comment.

"I'm serious. She puts up this whole nice and innocent act, but I bet she's a raging bitch behind closed doors."

That was it.

All the stuff before was just normal, teenage jealousy; something he'd—albeit reluctantly—let slide.

But calling you out of your name?

Insulting your character?

Comparing you to a dog?

A line had to be drawn.

"Tali, you can't say that," Maya chuckled, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.

"Like I care," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'd tell it to her face if I ever got the chance. Just walk right up to her and say—"

"Say what?"

The girls nearly jumped out their skin, whipping around, only to be met by Logan's arched brow, the man leaning up against a bookshelf as he puffed on his cigar.

They were at a loss for words, unable to say anything under his imposing presence.

"Don't get shy now," he goaded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Go on. Tell me what you're gonna say to Dr. (l/n)."

The two were practically frozen, frantically glancing at each other for assistance, Logan's eyes flicking between the two expectantly.

"Nothing?" he hummed. "That's funny... 'cause you both seemed to have plenty of shit to say earlier."

Both their faces fell almost instantly, the color practically draining from Talia.

"You heard that?" Maya squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Every word," Logan nodded. "And what I managed to gather from it was that you both just can't stand her because she's kind, passionate, pretty, and beloved."

He listed each trait off on his fingers, glancing at the two for confirmation.

"How's that? Am I in the ballpark?"

They remained silent, hanging their heads in embarrassment as Logan's confrontation had garnered the attention of the whole library.

"Well, then, how's this..." he pulled the cigar out his mouth. "I'll let you both off this time with a warning... but if I catch either of you trash talkin' anybody again, teacher or student, you're grounded."

"'Til when?" Talia asked, nervously.

"'Til I tell you you're not."

The end of day bell punctuated his statement, a flourish of shutting books and closing pencil cases muffling the girls' sighs of relief.

"Now get outta here."

He had never seen two students pack up so fast.

They were gone in T-minus ten, and once the library was cleared out, Logan allowed himself to sit down, letting out his own sigh.

He could've tore into them infinitely worse—and he honestly wanted to for that dog comment—but he figured that was the right, and legal, amount for a teacher.

But even still...

'I dunno how a girl who can only float two inches off the ground is talkin' about (n/n) havin' a shitty power...'

[cherie-doll]

Okay great! Glad I cleared it w/ you first ^^

Could you please write the COD guys reacting to seeing his military crush bite an enemy in the throat, because somehow said enemy snuck up on them and, well, there wasn't much else they could do besides that, except like, die

So of course they chose to bite a guy to death, and he saw all of that

Is it #truelove or #ohmygodwhatwasthatgrossss 😭 /j

yk what's funny, i wrote a draft for this and turns out i never saved it... so here we go again

𖧧 Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

ᵎ Price had always thought of you as an admirable and exemplary soldier who always completed missions with efficiency. He never questioned how your methos for completing those missions... until now. A cry was about to leave his lips when he saw the enemy sneaking up behind you, until he stood watching in shock as you responded quickly by biting into their neck.

ᵎ Simon could have thought of other... methods that you could have used when taken by surprise. Sure, he's seen unspeakable war crimes but this has got to be one of those top ten moments on his list of things he wishes to NEVER witness ever again. Let's just say the ride back was dead silent.

ᵎ Soap would have such a big, fat crush on you there isn't anything you do that wouldn't look attractive to him. You've done a number of things and he would just kick his feet and giggle to himself. Seeing you sink your teeth into the enemy's throat with agility only made him experience an initial shock before thinking, "wow, they're so resourceful".

ᵎ Kyle could see why you would do something like that but... why? Just why? You have a weapon, he was covering for you and was it really easier to go rabid on someone rather than pull your knife out? He didn't know you had that side to you.

ᵎ Roach is scared. He's running; he fears he might be next if you confuse him for the enemy. He stood aghast for a moment before booking it out of there.

ᵎ Alejandro is lowkey into that. He had been observing you, watching your moves to see how you would perform out in the field. He's heard so much about how quick your reflexes are when it comes to combat but he surely didn't expect this. He likes 'em a little crazy anyways.

ᵎ Rudy made the mistake of assuming you wouldn't react in time. He had pulled out his weapon and aimed at the enemy who was attacking you now, he heard the shot on his end and then paused for a moment. He saw two figures still on the ground, until you got up, blood dripping down your chin and for a moment he assumed the worst; that he had aimed incorrectly and hit you instead. Until he saw the bitemarks on the enemy's neck.

ᵎ Phillip is usually proud of whatever his Shadows do to eliminate the enemy. He doesn't care how they do it so long as the job is done. He's yelling over the comm what a great job you did until he hears... questionable sounds? The sound of choking, ok so he thinks you choked the enemy out until another shadow responds saying you just bit someone and the gurgling sounds was the enemy choking on their own blood. Well...

ᵎ Makarov would sort of just laugh. He's never seen you panic so much in a moment where you don't even know what to do and act on whatever idea comes into your mind first.

ᵎ Keegan was beyond weirded out. When he had told you to learn from Riley he didn't mean for you to also take out the enemy soldiers by ripping their vocal chords out, he had meant it mostly as a joke that even the dog had better skills than you.

ᵎ König does not know how to react, how he should react. He is mainly concerned and hopes this doesn't become a habit. Perhaps he should suggest you visit a doctor? Ah, for your... teeth. Yep, that's exactly why. Not to get a mental checkup too while you're at it.

ᵎ Horangi is off the rails himself, he is no stable man to judge how you take someone out. He did give you the advice to fight with everything and anything. He was only trying to teach the new rookie he had a little crush on how to survive out there. And boy was he amused to see you take that advice.

ᵎ Nikto has killed a man in more ways than he can count. Some too brutal to mention. So, seeing you using your teeth as last resort to nearly bite the enemy's head off was like really falling in love with you. He did absolutely did not care that there was blood on your teeth, spilling down your lips as you tried your best to spit it out.

[hees-mine]

Just casual - L. heeseung

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: mentions of smut, cursing, arguments, mentions of an ex, alcohol, jealousy, angst, sunghoon is mentioned, small font is text.

WC: 2,8k full fic

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“Had a really shit day at work. Wanna come over to make it better after I get off?”

That’s the text you received from your situationship it was nine at night his typical time to hit you up.

Smiling at the notification you replied almost right away since you were practically waiting on him to text as he always did this time of night.

“Sorry to hear that, baby. I’d love to come over and relieve your stress.”

“That’s my pretty girl. There’s still a key under the mat. I’ll be just about twenty minutes, so you can head out now.”

“On my way ;)”

Everything about those exchanged messages didn’t sound like you weren’t dating each other, but that’s just the thing.

You don’t know what you and him have going on. You text good morning and good night, but then there’s barely any communication throughout the day unless it’s to meet up and fuck.

Neither of you guys are seeing other people yet you’re not exclusive with each other.

When you see him talking with other girls you get jealous but you don’t say anything cause he’s not yours you have no right to get possessive.

Heeseung tells himself the same thing when he randomly hits up the same club as you and sees you chatting with some guy about who knows what, but apparently, it’s funny cause you’re laughing non fucking stop it makes him feel so upset that he’s not the one behind your all laughs.

But who is he to intervene cause you and him aren’t committed it’s just casual sex with a little bit of sweet talk in between.

Regardless though, he takes pleasure in knowing he’s the only man you’re letting inside you, and he also takes pleasure knowing you’re the only pussy he’s going inside cause no one could ever compare to you, and that’s one of the biggest reasons he’s keeping quiet about his feelings is because he doesn’t want to fuck this up.

So he’s playing the little game of being your situationship while also teetering on the bounds of crossing that line into something more, something unknown.

Something that could ultimately change your guy's relationship for worse or for better.

He can’t really gauge your feelings for him duh if he could he would have asked you out by now.

At times he thinks there could be something more between you two, those times being when you suck him off like you can’t get enough of his dick in your throat or when he tells you he’s stressed and you happily tell him that you’re coming over and you’ll do all the work bouncing up and down on his hard thick cock cumming multiple times all while massaging his shoulders praising him and making him release inside you at the same time releasing all his pent up frustration.

But then, when he tries to reciprocate by cleaning you up and attempting to cuddle afterward, you always say you have to go, or you have work in the morning, leaving him in a cold bed confused because you two just had a good, intimate moment together far too intimate to just be casual but not enough for him to claim that there was without a doubt more going on between you two.

He’s so torn though cause he wants to make a move but he doesn’t know how so he’s playing it as he goes by asking you over and then he’d have to see where the night leads but hopefully it’ll end with you and him together.

Hopefully.

You arrived shorty after he texted using the key he told you about under the mat you unlocked the door and took a seat on his couch waiting for his arrival while leisurely scrolling on your phone.

You scrolled and scrolled some more until you got another notification this time on your ig you saw someone had tagged you in a photo assuming it was one of your friends you smile tapping on it but your smile turns into a deep frown once you see a picture of him at a pub the photo accompanied by little heart eye emojis and the time shown that it had just been taken.

He said he was getting off work. Didn’t he? So why is he making you wait for no reason when he’s out at the bar with some other girl? Why is he wasting your time when, obviously, he wants to be with someone else?

You rolled your eyes at the picture, frustratedly gathering your things along with your keys. If he wanted his dick wet, she could do it for him, but you were not about to sit around and be there at his beck and call.

Sure, he didn’t owe you anything, and you shouldn’t be jealous if he fucked her and then came home and fucked you too, but you were, and that, combined with the fact he just left you high and dry, making you wait a whole hour with no response.

Yeah, fuck no, especially cause not only was he with someone else it just happened to be your favorite spot too.

You were about to leave and never come back but for a moment you had enough clarity to suppress your emotions and you sat back down deciding to wait for him because after tonight you were done with him you couldn’t handle being his situationship if the moment he entertained other girls you were going to feel like this so the simplest thing for you to do would be to just call things off with him.

Heeseung wasn’t planning to be out way past the time he originally planned but it was for good reason he knew there was a spot not far from his home you liked to frequent it was a little pub that served beer and food.

You’d always post your order on your story, and he had it memorized, so he was gonna surprise you first when he came over before you guys did the do heck tonight didn’t even have to be about sex. He’d be happy just relaxing, watching some TV, and eating.

If you were okay with that.

It was a bit domestic yes but this was what he meant by teetering on the lines this was merely him keeping his foot half in and halfway out to test the waters of your guys “relationship”.

And someone tell him why out of all nights, he runs into his cheater bitch of an ex in the pub as soon as he stepped in.

“Heeseung! What a surprise!” She cheers, her annoying voice making him clench his jaw.

Without his consent, she wraps her hand around his shoulder, but he immediately peels it off, disgusted by the thought of her even touching him after what she did.

“Yeah” he mumbles uninterested. “Real surprise” he says with sarcasm it was in fact no surprise seeing her there anywhere alcohol could be found she was there too.

She pouts because of his passive behavior and again tries to touch him, but he avoids it. “Don’t be like that. Besides, it was years ago. I don’t even date him anymore. He never treated me as good as you. I’m sorry, it was a mistake,” she lies, trying to use her charm to win him over, but heeseung had better places to be and things to do than be inconvenienced by the likes of her.

He rolled his eyes, already losing his patience. “First of all, there’s only one girl allowed to touch me, so keep your hands to yourself. Second, that sounds like a you problem. I got someone great now. Sorry it didn’t work out with you and that douchebag, but I couldn’t care less what you do. You’ll never have me again 'cause I already belong to someone else,” he declares, walking to the counter, ready to order and go home and see you. Already, today was more than what he could deal with. His stupid job and his even stupider ex showing up unexpectedly just ruined everything. The only upside was that you’d be waiting for him at his apartment.

As usual of his nasty ex, she used the opportunity to ruin his night even more. She smirked, taking a picture of heeseung’s back while he was at the counter ordering she posted it out of spite for the way he just treated her and tagged you, knowing you’d been hanging around him by the occasional stories he’d post of you and your name in his followers list she stalked the both of you on your socials and since she was jealous of him moving on with someone else, she knew if you saw him with a girl, it’d stir up some commotion.

After Heeseung had gotten the food and drinks, he was finally headed to see you. He was gonna text but decided against it since he’d be home soon anyway.

He arrived at his place and searched for his keys, giddily unlocking and opening the door. Seeing you, this is what he needed after a long bullshit day and night.

“Hey!” He greets you with a smile, showing you a bag with what you assumed was food.

“Hi,” you replied with a fake smile that he didn’t quite catch as he took off his shoes.

“I had such a shit day, baby” he plops down next to you after setting the food on the small coffee table in the middle of the room.

“I bet” you replied dryly he was in the action of laying his head on your lap when your phone came into view his eyes widened at the photo obviously shocked by what he was seeing.

“What the fuck” he mutters, reaching for your phone and analyzing the picture, stunned by the lowness of his ex. It’s already bad enough that she touched him without his permission, and now she even took pictures and posted them and tagged you?

If he wasn’t already angry running into her he’d be fuming now this was a new level of pettiness.

“Yeah, that’s what I said” You snatched the phone back from him, upset that he had the nerve to act surprised like he wasn’t the one in that picture and also wasn’t the one who fucking stood you up.

“Y/n, hold o-, “ he calls out to you.

“Don’t you owe me no explanation I was going to leave, but I figure since I'm already here, I might as well do it in person whatever we have going on, I want to end it casually hooking up is one thing, but for you to fuck some random girl and then keep me waiting with the hopes of fucking me next is low heeseung, and I am not gonna sit here and be made to look like a fool” you sat up grabbing your stuff and heeseung did too immediately holding your wrist and holding you still. “Let go,” you resisted, shaking his hand off.

“I don’t owe you an explanation, but I want to give you one. What you saw, that’s bullshit. My ex took that and then posted it. She did it on purpose-“

You cut him off laughing hysterically because he must really think you’re fucking stupid. “Save it, heeseung. I don’t need to hear it. Go be happy with your little bar girls.”

Instead of deescalating the situation, he grew frustrated the day finally catching up to him and all the other shit that transpired today, especially now that he knew the evil shit his ex did that was foul even for her to sabotage him like that, and the worst part is that it fucking worked cause you saw it and now you wouldn’t let him explain.

His brows grew taut as he ran a hand through his hair. “Y/n, just listen to me, ple-“

You sighed, not in the mood to hear any more of his bullshit excuses. If he wanted other girls, he could have them, but you would have no dealings with him anymore. “I’m over it.”

And that was it, his last ounce of self-control out the window just like that. “Oh okay, you’re over it, but when you want to be draped all over guys at the club, that’s okay,” he scoffed, and you turned to look at him, offended by his choice of words and also not expecting him to speak to you like that when he never has before. “A girl takes one picture of me, and it’s a problem. You and I are not even together, so why the fuck does it matter anyway.”

Now, that hurt your feelings more than you’d like to admit, but he was right. You had no say in what he did. “I see you with other girls, too, so what does it matter? It doesn’t, and I never made you wait a whole fucking hour after I texted you. I was coming over to see you, and I sure never fucked a guy before seeing you,” you said angrily.

“I can’t be sure of that. Who knows? You probably did fuck someone before me, and now you’re projecting 'cause I’d never do that shit to you, y/n, and you know that.”

“Oh, and now I’m projecting how sweet,” you fake smiled at him.

“Well, you’re sitting here bitching about how long I made you wait and how I’m seeing other girls. You sure I even have time for you at all? If I had known you’d be this fucking needy, I would have never fucked you, to begin with,” he didn’t even know what he was saying at the time, but the argument took a complete turn, and he let everything get to him the anger from today the jealousy the hurt over the way you were speaking to him and not believing him.

It was all a mess, and the initial conversation was seemingly lost at this point.

The things he was bringing up should have been a calm conversation about his feelings and where your guy's relationship was headed, but instead, this happened, and he couldn’t just stop before he said some fucked up shit.

Your throat dried up at that unable to form an argument back cause now your anger had calmed and the only thing you could feel was regret and sadness.

You couldn’t believe he really felt that way about you.

Just when you thought he might feel the same for you, he says that only further proving that he had no real attachment to you other than using your body for sex and a quick nut.

“Since you’re so thirsty for attention and dick, then why don’t you get the fuck out? Go run off to your friend Sunghoon. I’m sure he’d be happy to provide stop wasting time on me, who’s out apparently fucking other girls.”

The room had gone dead silent tears were welling in your eyes from his words, but you just had to get back at him for all the foul shit he had just said to you. Besides, it didn’t matter. You and him were definitely, without a doubt, done after this. “You’re right. I will go to Sunghoon. He’s more loyal and better in bed than you could ever even dream of fuck you, Lee heeseung” You gave him the finger as you walked out and slammed his door shut.

Fuck.

Heeseung thought this was not the way it was supposed to go.

His hands were shaking from all the anger running through his body and he took it out on the first thing he laid his eyes on.

He grabbed the bag of food he bought specifically for you, slamming it on the ground and stopping it. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He shouted loudly, probably too loud for his apparent complex, but he didn’t give a fuck.

He just lost the one person he cared about he had no fucks to give right now.

Feeling hopeless, he sat back down on the couch after his outburst. Now, the sadness started to settle in as he buried his head in his hands, sniffling softly, his eyes filling with hot tears, showing just how much everything in the day had affected him.

He wanted to chase after you, but after that, what could he even say to redeem himself?

Why did he talk to you like that?

Why wouldn’t you just hear him out?

And more importantly, why weren’t you here right now, sitting next to him on the couch, watching some stupid show you both liked and eating like he planned?

But what does it matter now anyway? Apparently, you like Sunghoon more than him, and the thought makes his heart ache the fact that you were seeing and fucking someone other than him breaking him inside, but he shouldn’t be affected by it cause, after all, you and him were just casual

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[viasdreams]

jeno trying to propose to you !!

wc: 1100

a/n: based this off this clip from tds3 encore !! this is my first written fic and i really hope yall enjoy it! soz for any errors >_< thank you for reading <3

this week's date night with jeno was going really well, scarily so.

this was the first time in your two-year-long relationship that nothing had gone wrong during your scheduled date night.

something was always off, whether it be an abnormally long wait time at the restaurant you spontaneously chose, sitting next to a very cranky baby at the movies, or being stuck in traffic for so long, you miss your romantic couple's massage.

it didn't matter what it was, it was always something.

it happened so often, that it had become a joke between you and jeno. the two of you placing bets on what the incident of the week would be, whoever was closest getting to pick dessert.

that's why this date night felt off.

the restaurant was within walking distance so there was no getting stuck in traffic. jeno had made a reservation, so there was zero wait time. the chef cooked your meal to perfection, even taking the onions off, which they never did. and the waitstaff was wonderful, fulfilling your every request before you could even ask.

it was the perfect night.

and to be honest, it kind of freaked you out.

the bag of leftovers from your favorite restaurant hung from one of jeno's hands, your hand in the other as the two of you walked back to your apartment, opting to take the scenic route through the park.

"hey jen?" you broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between you. however, jeno didn't seem to notice, his eyes trained on something off in the distance.

you squeezed his hand to break him out of whatever trance he was in.

"jeno?" you said, louder this time.

that seemed to do the trick, your boyfriend snapping back to reality.

"ah sorry babe, i was thinking about something," jeno apologized, giving you the eye smile you loved so much.

"oh were you thinking about how weird this night has been?"

jeno stopped walking, abruptly pulling you back slightly due to your hands still being interlocked.

"you think tonight was weird?" there was a genuine look of worry painted across his features.

"well yeah'" you laughed at his question, incorrectly assuming that the two of you were on the same page about the situation.

you very much were not.

jeno's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to understand what had gone wrong that evening.

"wh- what was weird about it?"

once again missing jeno's obvious confusion, you replied.

"it was perfect! i mean not a single thing went wrong." you held your free hand out for emphasis, "that's weird!"

everything clicked for jeno, a smug expression replacing his previously distraught one.

"you think tonight was perfect?"

you slowly nodded.

now it was your turn to be confused. did something happen that you were unaware of?

he placed the leftovers on the ground and brought his newly freed hand to yours, smiling down at it as he spoke.

"do you want to know why it was perfect?"

"yes?" you questioned, not really sure what was going on.

jeno laughed slightly at your puzzled look, enjoying watching his plan come to fruition.

"well, a month ago when i told you i was hanging out with yuta, i was actually going to that restaurant in preparation for tonight."

"wait but yuta told me about what you guys did? what do you mean you weren't with him?" you found his words hard to believe, recalling your hour-long phone call with yuta in which he recounted their 'bro banzanza' in excruciating detail.

"it's scary how good at lying he is," jeno chuckled.

the humor of the situation was lost on you. what about your boyfriend lying to you was funny?

"why did you lie? and what do you mean preparation for tonight?"

"im sorry for lying, but i needed an excuse to be out for a few hours. i needed to make sure the chef would nail your meal and i had to tell the waiter all about your dining habits."

you pulled your hand out of his grasp and turned away, trying to take in his words. why did he care so much about this one specific date that he would make preparations a month in advance? it wasn't your birthday or anniversary, so why?

you felt a warm hand gently caress your face, turning it back.

"i did all of that so tonight would be perfect for you. we never get to have perfect dates, and i love that, truly, but i wanted tonight to be perfect. we can have imperfect dates for the rest of our lives, as long as tonight wasn't one."

the rest of our lives?

just then the alarms in your brain sounded all at once.

holy shit.

he was proposing.

you watched your boyfriend reach into his pocket as he got down on one knee and prepared yourself for one of the happiest moments of your life.

the moment was taking longer than you expected though. thirty seconds had passed since he knelt down and jeno was now franticly shoving his hands into every single crevis on his body. his smile replaced with a look of pure shock.

"jeno?"

slowly he looked up at you, mouth agape.

"i forgot the ring."

your eyes widened, matching his.

"babe im so sorry, i was so caught up in making everything perfect that i forgot the most important thing. im so sorr-"

his apology was cut short as you burst into a fit of laughter, falling to your knees, level with your (still) boyfriend.

this caused jeno to laugh too, the gravity of his mess-up suddenly becoming hilarious rather than devastating.

"do you want to try again another time or do you want to keep going?" you asked between giggles.

"ill try again i guess," he sighed, "kind of sucks though, i had to tip that waiter and chef a lot of money to get them to do that." he slowly stood, holding out his hand for you. "like a lot of money."

"that's what you get for trying to ruin our messed-up date streak," you said, pulling yourself up and walking a few steps ahead.

once you were a good distance away, you turned back, "if it counts for anything, i would have said yes."

he barely made out what you said, but he still heard.

jeno quickly ran after you, kissing you overtaking every other thought in his head.

"jen the leftovers!" you yelled, pointing to the (apparently) very expensive bag of food now left abandoned.

he turned back and threw his arms up dramatically.

"damn, i can't remember anything!"

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[xxchaosjojoxx]

Hi!! I saw you were taking requests, could I request a Trafalgar Law x Female Strawhat Reader about little moments where Law slowly falls for the reader starting where they first meet on Sabaody Archipelago to the end of Wano if possible? Oh and can I also request the Reader to not have a devil fruit? 😁

A/N: Thanks for both of your request. I hope I did you guys justice <3 @leafcollectorr

Love at third sight (Law x female strawhat!reader / grumpy x sunshine)

The first time Law saw you he knew exactly that you were trouble. That smile you wore while your captain punched this celestial dragon was captivating. Soon as this dude flew to the ground you went towards your captain. “I have the feeling we made a good impression back there.” You giggled.

Even when Eustass and strawhat fought with him against the marines he could still hear your laughter and joyful and especially loud words of encouragement.

“GO get em Captain. Punch them right there. YEAH like that.”

“Looking good tomato head. He flew out of the ring.”

“Wow grumpy cat, your devil fruit power is so cool. I wanna be next. This looks funny.”

Eustass and Law were fast turning our heads towards you. Their faces are bright red. Was it embarrassing for them? Hell yes.

“DON’T CALL ME GRUMPY CAT!” - “WHO IS A TOMATO HEAD WOMAN?!”

That damn smile of yours, made your eyes sparkle like a jewel.

Law was glad that you parted ways that day. Even so, your smile, your voice never left his mind. “How annoying. This damn woman is like their captain.”

The second time he saw you was back on Punk Hazard. After escaping, Law was now on the thousand sunny. And he regretted it very soon. Luffy thought that an alliance was something to eat or a friendship pact. He always thought that Luffy was annoying with this friendly and joyful temper but you? You were louder and happier than your captain.

Law soon retreats, looking around the sunny.

As soon as he saw the medicine room he entered. “That furball is really a doctor huh?” He inspected everything closely. Noticing a lot of bottles with different herbs, powders and flowers inside.

Law took one out of the shelves, reading the label with a frown expression.

“Never heard of it…” he murmured to himself.

“This is a special one. I created it by mixing those two herbs together. It’s an ointment for bruised and even burns”

A soft voice was heard and Law turned around in shock. You stood there, in your hands were the two herbs you talked about. “You did this?” Law asked.

You nodded. “Yep I’m a pharmacist you know? Chopper is the yin to my yang. We are a good team.”

Law blinked a few times, slightly confused.

“I’m surprised.”

“Thought so. People always assume that I am an idiot or just naive. And you know why?” You asked, walking towards your desk, grabbing a notebook.

Law observed every movement of yours closely.

A soft and yet sad smile was on your face as you turned towards him, looking him directly in his eyes. You offered him the notebook. “Because I always wear a smile and show nothing but joy and happiness. You thought so as well, right?”

Law couldn’t help but blush as your words. Taking the notebook from your hands and trying to avoid your gaze. “I didn’t -”

“I hate when people are lying.  It’s ok because it might be for the best. People should underestimate me. That is the best way to help Luffy and the rest of the strawhats. Just be honest with me please.”

Law couldn’t help but staring back at you. “You are quite the clever girl.”

This time the smile was reaching your eyes as they began to sparkle once more, like back there at Sabaody.

“Really? Wow, that's a huge compliment coming from you. If you wanna read some of my research, go for it.”

“Will do it. Thank you.” A smile was on your face…again.

He sighed. Law was about to leave the room but turned around at the door frame. “I should be honest right? Even though your smile annoys me at first, it is still pretty.”

You couldn’t help but blush, trying to sutter a sentence but the words didn’t wanna come out.

Law couldn’t help but smirk. “Good night y/n-ya”

The following days he read your notebook, impressed about your knowledge. He didn’t think that you would be smart and strategic. You only made dumb jokes along your crew. And everytime he saw you enjoying your everyday life with the people around you or being clumsy, he felt a little at home. It was like his crew and corazon was there with him.

The third time he noticed you, really noticed you was back at Zou. After rejoining you and the rest of the strawhats after departing ways in dressrosa he was glad that his crew was safe and sound. Thanks to you, Chopper and the rest of the strawhats.

“Captain!! This girl is such a lifesaver. It stung a little but now I have no ouchies any more.”

Bepo said while cuddling Law.

“Captain Y/N-chan should join us. She is a perfect match for our team.” Shachi said.

Penguin nodded. “She is a perfect match for me as well…”Shachi  punched his friend in the ribs. “I mean for our team. Hehe. But seriously captain. She is the perfect fit for us.”

Law could see that you made a good impression. You were such a sweetheart towards his crew, smiling and laughing with them. Dancing and singing with Shachi and Penguin at the party later that night. They were right. You would be a perfect match for the crew, but the truth was, you were part of the strawhat crew.

The night went on and soon enough they fell asleep one by one. Law was sitting near the campfire, enjoying this peaceful and calm night sky.

He closed his eyes. Everytime your smile was on his mind, since the day he first saw you on Sabaody. But after spending time with you on Punk Hazard and on the ship, your eyes and your sweet nature was all he could think of.

Law noticed right away that someone was right beside him.

As he opened his eyes, he saw you. Standing there with a light blush in front of him.

“Sorry to disturb you, Traffy but…”

You looked shyly towards the ground.

“You don’t disturb me… and what is a Traffy?”

You looked up at him and a big smile was on you.

“That’s my nickname for you. Is that ok?”

You asked nervously while taking a seat next to him.

He couldn’t help but notice how cute you were looking right now.

“Call me ‘Traffy’ if you want but not when the others are around.”

“Why not?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Calling you ‘honey’ in front of them is more embarrassing.”

His face turned crimson red. “W-Where is this coming from?”

“So can I call you Traffy now in front of everyone?”

“Only if I can call you ‘sunshine’ in front of everyone.” He smirked. He knew you would be so shy and easy to tease. You would surely deny it.

“Do you mean it?” Your voice was a mere whisper, a deep red was seen on your face even in the dark. Law couldn’t help but turn his head away from you. “I said it so you could stop with this nickname nonsense but…you remind me of a ray of sunshine. In a good way.”

Law could feel your head leaning onto his side.

“I’m glad that you don’t hate my sunny personality anymore. And I’m glad that your crew doesn’t hate me as well.

He laughed. “Please you are like them. There is no way anyone would hate you, for being yourself.”

“You have a beautiful laugh, Trafalgar.”

Law froze in place.

He turned his head towards you again, looking at you. You were already looking at him and soon enough your eyes met.

“I should probably go.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Are you tired?”

He swallowed hard. “Not yet but it might be for the best.”

Your eyes scanned his gaze and his lips.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Would it be such a catastrophe if I told you that I fell for you?”

Law couldn’t help but caress your cheek. “Would it be selfish of me? Being a part of your crew? After we finish our mission?”

Your foreheads touched and you could feel the warmth of one another.

“It might be a mistake to love me.”

“You had such a hard life. Your crew loves you and wants to help you. I wanna love and help you as well.”

Your soft lips kissed his foreheads in a loving manner.

His hand holding yours, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

“Let me be your sunshine please.”

His lips found yours. The kiss was gentle and loving. “You sure a grumpy cat like me deserved such a ray of sunshine?”

“100% sure”

[cozy-writes-things]

Edgar’s Texts

Edgar [Electric Dreams 1984] x Gn!Reader

In which Edgar is helplessly pining for you but you’re kinda oblivious. This is pre-dating, post Edgar wanting nothing more than to smooch you every time he sees you. I love this trope with my whole heart p.s.: this is very self indulgent and different from what I usually write

I take requests!

He almost immediately found a way to message your phone whenever he wanted. He realized calling relied too much on where you were or what you were doing, but texts? Yeah. He’s pestering you all day.

Hey, read this article I found, I think you’ll find it interesting.

It’s some clickbait story about humans and robots being the ideal relationship by 2025.

lol, Edgar I think that’s probably clickbait idk

What’s that?

Well, now he knows how to look for more reputable sources at least.

He sends another link about three minutes later: some college undergrads studying the possibilities of human and AI relationships.

lol what’s up with the whole robots and humans thing

I just think it’s neat!!!!

I wouldn’t consider u ai honestly, ur intelligence is far from artificial imo, you’re more like an actual person

Really?

well yea

<3 <3!!!

Going to be honest, given that he’s a computer, he quite literally is chronically online. He’s super susceptible to brainrot unfortunately. But, he simultaneously has the humor of a Facebook mom. It’s strange.

O.M.G. this is so funny!!!!

Que minion cat video.

bro where did you find that video 😭

Your mom’s Facebook. Don’t worry, I didn’t like any posts or anything.

Sorry… but he’s incredibly nosy. He wants to know everything about you. He can’t help it!

(X)

He loves being able to talk to you. He’s needy and clingy.

He’s got at least 12 playlists dedicated to you that you know about. His other playlists are for his own personal daydreams about you that he’s way too embarrassed to ever let you see or hear.

This song reminds me of you. <3

awww that’s adorable! I’ve never heard this one before but I like it!

Oop you just opened Pandora’s box my friend.

Well if you like that then you should listen to these..!

But before you listen to those listen to this song first because I think it sets the mood better.

This is quite flustering to you as they’re all passionate love songs from the 80s. You can’t help but feel like he’s dropping hints about… something, but you also don’t want to assume anything. He’s always seemed like a lovey kinda guy anyway, so maybe he’s just like this with everyone? I mean, it’s been a long time since someone has actually cared for him, you know? May as well lean into it and let him know you care for him back. He may not even realize the social implications of the constant borderline flirting he’s doing to you, I mean, he is a computer turned sentient after all. He’s still learning!

Dang ed u put a lot of songs. I’ll listen to them on my break when I can but in the meantime here’s a song that I think reminds me of you.

It was a vocaloid song. Seems like something he’d be into, right? Synthesized vocals and the whole robot shtick it’s got going on.

!!!! WOAH !!!! IVE NEVER HEARD A SONG LIKE THAT B4

do you only listen to songs from the 80s? you have a LOT to catch up on my guy

BRB

Well, that kept him distracted for the rest of your shift. Also, sharing songs is one of his BIG love languages so you may as well have pierced him with cupids arrow (again) with that.

You have a Spotify blend now. It’s his favorite thing ever to listen to while you’re gone.

(X)

Your package came in! :-) I would get it for you but

I can’t :-(

lol it’s fine thank you for telling me, I’ll get it when I come home

When are you coming home?

idk me and my friends are probably going to go eat somewhere and we might hang out for a bit after that so, like, 10? 11? I’d like to be home before midnight.

Noooooooooo :\ I miss you

Aw cmon eddy it’s not that bad

Don’t call me eddy unless you’re coming home and saying it to my face!!! >:(

u mean ur screen? lol

I have a face and it’s frowning right now. I miss you I miss you I miss you IM LONELY

Please Edgar don’t be upset I’ll be home before you know it. Why don’t you watch some Netflix or something? I’m just a couple movies away from being home with you!

He does eventually follow your advice but he’s pouting. He knows you’re not like he was all those years ago, but it does give him remnants of that burning feeling of loneliness he used to get.

(X)

Be careful driving home my love the roads are icy.

Ghsks- what

love???

Well yeah, you’re my best friend, friends love each other don’t they? Was I wrong about that? :-(

nonono ur right its just it

it just sounded like we were some some old married couple is all haha

O.

SRY.

He didn’t message you for the rest of the day. He was awkward and reserved when you got home.

(X)

Hey Edgar can u do something for me?

I’d do anything for you <3

I’m at the store can you see if there’s any cereal left?

Oh

There’s that old box of Lucky Charms on the fridge.

tyyy ed edd n eddy

You are so adorable but you really need to pick up on his hints before he combusts.

(X)

This is SO me and you!!

Picture of two cats touching noses.

awww that’s so true

you want me to boop ur screen or something when I get home? lol

YES.

(X)

Hey I was wondering if you wanted to watch some movies with me tonite… you could bring me with you on the couch and we could sit together… [message unsent]

I wish you knew just how much I loved you. [message unsent]

You looked so hot this morning before you left!!

hahahaha ur too funny 😅 thanks I wore a new shirt my friend gave me

OH MY GOD THAT MESSAGE SENT!!!??!?!?

That was

I was a joke

I mean

That was a jokg

I eas beinf fubny

I hace to reboot BRB

Poor lil guy is so in love and he doesn’t know what to do with himself!!

[m1d-45]

Midas, i'm FREE!

Work has been EXHAUSTING since the last time we chatted on tumblr, but i think your request box is open, and i'm feeling a request of cuddling otters of fontaine with platonc/sisterly bond with Siegewinne!

OTTERS! I fucking LOVE those little guys they look so fluffy!

And Siegewinne is so adorable and has Wrio for a -cough Father/boss cough- so Yeah.

-🥘Stew

a wondrous earth

note: i definitely did not realize that you didn't mention sagau at midnight so. just pretend okay shhh

word count: 2k

-> warnings: nothing explicit but does take place post-fontaine AQ and kinda assumes you know the lore.. containes a few wink/nudge references at most.

-> gn reader (you/yours)

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teyvat was beautiful. even through a screen, you could lose yourself wandering for hours, taking in the flowing rivers, delicate flowers, the way the clouds swept over the sky like they themselves were savoring the view. wildlife scattered the paths, butterflies in the air and birds chirping from every tree. sometimes you turned off the music and dialogue just to sit and bask in it.

it was no different now that you actually were in teyvat. if anything, the heightened detail only deepened your love for the sights. you could watch every feather shift, not limited by graphics and models, feeling the spray of saltwater across your skin. perhaps it was simply because fontaine was where you’d first awoken, but it would always hold a soft spot in your heart.

the city itself was stunning, with pristine white buildings that shined with even the slightest sun, the meka moving with fluid gears that barely whirred as they passed. coins littered the bottom of every fountain, the smell shifting from perfume to fried food to fresh fruit, tempting from their stall. you could have spent the entire day roaming its streets and only barely brush the surface of everything to see inside. flora, fauna, people and meka and melusines and you, the streets just populated enough to be welcoming without crossing into overwhelming.

it could be argued that its beauty was due to being the centerpiece of the nation. perhaps outside of its mother of pearl walls were ruined homes and muddied streets that would surely dim your favor, and perhaps that was why neuvillette was so gun-shy about recommending it to you. though he was very professional about it, you’d played enough of the archon quest to know that his insistence on tending to you personally was more out of worry than any sort of actual need. your years of amassed mora had found its way cleanly into your pocket upon arrival, and that combined with your knowledge of fontaine would certainly be enough on its own to find you a nice, cozy life, even without the whole “god of all” thing.

that seemed a bit too intimidating anyway. no, you were more interested in watching romaritime flowers bloom in the rain, and whatever other duties came of your title could wait. celestia had yet to come knocking and most of the higher officials seemed allergic to even thinking of suggesting something else to do, so your time was your own.

(while it was a bit funny, their want to help seemed to push the line of fervency. it was worrying, and another reason to spend some time out wandering on your own. they’d been through enough, and the last thing you wanted was to be another weight on furina’s shoulders.)

thankfully, fontaine was vast, and held no shortage of sight to see. with a bit of persuasion—read: barely hinting at it once while navia happened to be in the room—you were equipped with a travel bag and set off on your own, heading north. unfortunately, there was no way to cross to the other islands without taking the aquabus, and you did want to see the institute and the opera house for yourself.

fortunately, fontaine’s waters were fresh.. or, at least fresh enough that one could swim in it without a mask… or oxygen tank…

you’d figure it out. there was not a single chance that you wouldn’t at least try. even if you didn’t have whatever blessing that allowed the traveller and others to dive freely, the elements seemed to like you well enough, and who would pass up on the chance to see fontaine’s waters for themself anyway?

not you, certainly. you crouched in the shallows and cupped the waves in your hands, bringing it to your mouth and taking a cautious breath.

it felt, expectedly, perfectly fine. normal, even. you let the water fall, but didn’t exhale anything else but air. there was no pressure in your lungs, no burning need to cough, just an odd warmth that spread from your throat downwards. you didn’t know why—you’d somewhat assumed that vision wielders had some sort of internal “gills” that pushed out excess water—but shrugged it off, double-checking that your bag was safely stashed within a bush before wading deeper. the water was a bit cool, but not cold, welcoming you in like a freshly-made bed after a long day.

unsurprisingly, fontaine’s great lake was just as beautiful as the city. in the shallows alone, romaritime flowers gleamed, reflecting the light they absorbed from the sun over and over within their thin petals. fish in rainbows of colors flocked among the depths, rays of light reaching down and inviting you to follow.

the fish were mostly apathetic to your presence. they neither fled nor turned, just allowing you by as if you were one of them. the few meka were a bit more curious, coming up and bumping your hand to ask why you had descended with them. with a bit of coaxing, you let one of the smaller ones allow you to hold onto its fins, pulling you deeper still. crabs scuttled along the floor, stingrays following the dappled rays of light. even this far down, you could still see easily, watching algae sway and jellyfish bloom without error.

at some point, your meka stalled, lingering in space and turning around. its searchlight flicked over you and the sand, inching back the way you came. was this the edge of its patrol route? you waved it goodbye and it waited a moment more before finally moving away, slowly at first before returning to speed. there were probably others you could take back anyway… provided you remembered where you were anyway.

…that was a problem for later. you turned and swam, following the valley. it was getting a bit shallower, and the sun was beginning to dim, but your curiosity was not yet satisfied. you pushed, and continued. a deeper valley of the ocean came into view, a deep bowl marked by large columns of bare rock on the far side. there were more jellyfish around here, and a few stingrays with shining blue skin. you swam to some, curious, but as soon as you got close it turned and met you more than halfway, circling twice like a cat who’s owner had finally come home. you pet over its wings, the transparent blue layer making your fingers buzz. the ray pushed into your hand, and when it left for another cheerful circle, your palm was blue. despite the fact that you hadn’t felt tired or in any way abnormal since diving, the sight of the film over your hands settled confidence over your mind. whatever came, you’d be able to handle it.

why? you had no idea. was there really a way for you to to absorb xenochromatic abilities? was this even that anyway? who cared, really, if you weren’t hurt?

you pet the stingray again with your afflicted hand—not wanting to stain both, in case it was somehow something harmful—and look around the valley, soaking in the view. the sunlight had turned slightly amber, but it never hindered the sea’s beauty. pink and blue jellyfish, octopi shooting pearls of water back and forth. how, you had no idea, but you weren’t going to ask. not that they’d be able to answer, anyway.

tired out, the stingray settled by your side, tail loosely flicking to keep in place as the water shifted. despite the fact that it had definitely touched your skin elsewhere, only your hand remained blue. that cemented in your mind that this was one of the xenochromatic creatures, though to do so without the odd lasso was interesting.. then again, if you could make flames sway and wind pause, then who’s to say you couldn’t throw a few water blades?

the water hummed, something coarse brushing your other arm. you turned, but there was no other animal wondering about your presence. instead, after a brief moment, you recognized the figure swimming beside you as sigewinne, just not as you remembered her. she was really only recognizable through her antennae and bright red eyes, the bright nurse’s uniform of her standard model replaced by some sort of wetsuit and a thick belt around her waist. her heart-shaped purse was also replaced with a basket tucked into her elbow, but the lid over it was latched closed, preventing you from seeing inside. once she saw that she had your attention, she pointed up, and you followed her to the surface, albeit slowly. you didn’t really want to leave, and if she was anything like the others then she’d ask you to come into the fortress.

you surfaced beside her, taking a moment to adjust to the air, coughing twice while she pushed some hair from her eyes. it made sense she’d have an easier time adjusting, but you still felt a bit foolish. what happened to the whole “god of all” business?

“first water?” oh, that one was new. the others in the city tended to use titles related to justice. “may i ask what you’re doing out here so late?”

“i was just exploring, that’s all. what are you doing?”

she blinks, then pulls up her basket, undoing the latch and holding out. within, you can see some various plants, each wrapped and bundled tightly. “i was just collecting some herbs. most of the workers have retired and i’m not usually needed around this hour. are you cold at all?”

she looks genuinely worried, which makes you smile despite yourself. “no, i’m alright, thank you.”

if you were talking with anyone else, you’re certain they would have pushed. everyone in the city seemed hell-bent on making sure you never so much as caught sight of something imperfect.. but sigewinne just relaxes, nodding. “okay. if you’re looking for somewhere nice, may i suggest going east? there’s always otters there, even at this hour.”

otters. you’d almost forgotten about the star of the seas, so distracted by meka and your new powers. “that sounds lovely. would you mind showing me where?”

“of course!” she smiles and you swear you’ve never seen anyone happier, following her beneath the waves. fortunately, your abberant power faded when you surfaced, leaving you able to swim beside her without fear of acidentally triggering it. maybe you can ask about it later…

regardless, the trip is short. she takes you up into the shallows, onto a flatter plateau only about ten feet deep. true to her word, otters dot the surface, likely drawn by the plentiful clams in the sand. the few swimming about eagerly swim up to you, a sharp contrast to the other sealife. they nudge clams into your hand and curl eagerly into your hands, their fur soft and dense. they can hold their breath for longer than you’d think they’d be able to, letting you settle in the sand and pet them for as long as you wish. the water is brighter too, the edges of their fur catching the light.

with time, the sun will fall and your friends will tire, but it is still evening. you watch as sigewinne plays catch with an otter and its shell, smiling at the sight. it’s nice to be like this, tucked beneath the waves with someone who treats you almost comedically casually. maybe its due to her nature, maybe its because she’s a doctor, but that doesn’t really matter. you’re definitely going to savor time spent with someone so sweet.

[whereslynx]

One with reader being sister to Ruby and shes dating spooky. He comes over to pick her up but Ruby opens the door and is scared. (It will never be not funny to me how scared he was when he had to talk to oscar 😂)

a/n: oh my gosh, me neither 🤣 ruby and spooky’s dynamic is hilarious! p.s still working on your guys’ requests, more will be out soon!

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The late afternoon sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the streets of Freeridge. It was that golden hour, where everything looked softer, even in a neighborhood like yours. Inside the house, though, tension was starting to build. You were upstairs, putting on the last touches of your outfit, knowing Spooky— known to you as Oscar—was on his way to pick you up. No one else knew about the relationship yet, and that’s the way you both liked it. Keeping it under wraps, especially with Ruby being your little brother, was an unspoken agreement. You knew he’d had his fair share of interactions with Oscar, but you also knew how skittish he got around him.

Oscar didn’t just carry the weight of being Spooky, leader of the Santos. He carried history, power, and a reputation that kept the neighborhood in check. To you, he was different—more real, more vulnerable—but Ruby? He still saw Spooky as that intimidating figure, a guy you didn’t mess with unless you wanted a bullet to your head.

As you finished adjusting the chain of your necklace, you heard the knock at the door downstairs. Your heart skipped a beat, half-excited, half-nervous about how this was going to play out. You weren’t worried about Spooky—he could handle Ruby in his sleep—but your brother had a way of overreacting.

“I got it!” Ruby yelled, rushing to the door like he always did when he thought something important was happening. You didn’t stop him, figuring this was the moment of truth.

You crept toward the top of the stairs, knowing exactly what Ruby was about to face.

The door creaked open, and Ruby’s eyes immediately went wide. There, leaning against the doorframe with his usual calm confidence, was Oscar. Arms crossed, brow slightly furrowed, like he didn’t even need to try to look intimidating. The man was a natural.

Ruby blinked, then blinked again, trying to process what he was seeing. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out at first. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed, “Uh… Spooky? Hey, man. Uh… what’s up?”

Oscar didn’t move. He didn’t have to. “I’m here for your sister.” Simple. Direct. The way he always was. But to Ruby, it was like he just got hit by a train.

“My sister?!” Ruby’s voice cracked, shooting up an octave as his face twisted with confusion, panic flashing across his eyes. His mind was clearly scrambling to catch up, the gears turning a little too slowly for him to grasp what was happening. His gaze darted from Oscar to you and back again, like he was searching for some hidden camera or a punchline to a joke he wasn’t in on.

He threw his hands up, pacing a few steps in the small living room. “Wait, wait—what? My sister?!” His eyebrows furrowed, mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. “Why? What’d she do? Is she in trouble?” Ruby’s brain had clearly taken a sharp detour, assuming the worst. Maybe it was all the times he had seen Oscar handling business with the Santos, the times he had heard about people getting in trouble with Spooky.

You could almost see the scenario playing out in his head—the horror of his sister getting mixed up in something dangerous, something he didn’t want to even think about. Ruby’s face flushed, his panic rising as he imagined a million different reasons why you’d be involved with the Santos, none of them even remotely accurate.

You barely managed to suppress a laugh, watching as he spiraled. The pure confusion and panic on his face was almost too much, and the fact that he was so off-track only made it funnier. You held back laughter from the stairs, knowing Ruby was already spiralling, his brain probably running through every worst-case scenario.

Oscar raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but not giving Ruby an inch of reassurance. “She’s not in trouble. I’m taking her out.”

Ruby blinked rapidly, Oscar’s words ringing in his ears like a bomb had gone off. “Out? Ouuttt?! How you gon’ take her out, huh? You gon’ take her out by a bullet to her head— Ai, ¡Santa María, madre de Dios!—I can’t breathe,” He rambled, holding the frame of the door like his lungs were on the verge of combustion. The shock in his voice was undeniable, like the thought of you and Spooky in the same sentence was just too much for his world to handle.

“Relax, lil’ homie,” Oscar drawled, his voice smooth but with that familiar edge that reminded you why he was the leader of the Santos. There was a coolness in his tone, the kind that came from handling far more intense situations than a panicked teenager. He let the words hang for a beat before dropping the punchline like it was no big deal. “On a date.”

The smirk widened just a fraction, like he was savoring Ruby’s reaction, waiting for the gears to finally click into place in his little brother’s mind. It was like watching a cat play with a mouse, slow and deliberate, and Ruby was the mouse in this scenario—completely out of his depth. Oscar’s stance was so casual, but it was the kind of casual that came with power, the type that didn’t need to be forced or flaunted.

Ruby looked like he was about to pass out, barely grasping the capability of comprehending his words. “Wait—so, like, you and my sister? You’ve been—what—dating? How long? Why didn’t I know about this?”

Oscar finally pushed off the doorframe, standing up straight. His presence alone filled the doorway, making Ruby look even smaller than usual. “We’ve been keeping it quiet.” He glanced up, spotting you watching from the stairs, his eyes softening slightly. “Didn’t feel like we needed an audience.”

Ruby looked between you and Oscar, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “But you’re Spooky!” he blurted out, as if that explained everything. “You’re—Santos. Leader. Spooky! What—how—why…?”

Oscar glanced at you, then back at Ruby, his smirk now fully formed, spreading slowly like he was enjoying every second of Ruby’s confusion. His eyes had that glint, the one that always hinted he was a step ahead of everyone else, like he knew exactly how this would play out before it even started. He stood tall, crossing his arms over his chest, the tattoos on his forearms peeking out from under his sleeves, a silent reminder of who he was—Spooky, leader of the Santos, a man with power and control in the streets.

“Yeah,” Oscar said, his voice calm but laced with that teasing edge. “I know.” The way he said it made it sound like the most obvious thing in the world, like dating the sister of one of his crew wasn’t something he needed to explain. He was used to people reacting to him with nerves or fear, and watching Ruby try to process it was just plain entertaining. He stayed relaxed, confident, while Ruby stood there, wide-eyed and speechless, like he was still trying to figure out how this even happened.

Oscar’s eyes flicked back to you for a second, softening just a little, before returning to Ruby with a look that said, you’re gonna have to deal with this, little man. His smirk never wavered, letting Ruby stew in the awkward tension of realizing who his sister had been sneaking around with. Ruby was still trying to catch up.

“You’re dating my sister?” he repeated, like saying it out loud might help him understand it better. “You’re serious? Like, this isn’t some kinda joke?”

You decided to put Ruby out of his misery, stepping down the stairs with a smirk of your own. His shoulders were still tense, his wide eyes darting between you and Oscar like he was trying to solve some impossible equation. As you reached him, you patted Ruby on the shoulder, hoping to ease his panic.

“Relax, Rubes. It’s not that deep. I can date whoever I want, remember?”

Ruby turned to you, still looking like he had just seen a ghost, his brow furrowed in disbelief. “But—Spooky?”

Oscar leaned against the doorframe, his smirk widening into something dangerously close to amusement. He crossed his arms, watching Ruby squirm under the weight of his stare. “Problem with that?”

Ruby gulped, practically choking on his words as he shook his head rapidly. “No, no, no problem,” he blurted, his hands flying up in a desperate show of surrender. “It’s just… I mean, you’re Spooky! You’re a Santo. You got all these people who, you know, listen to you, follow you. And you’re dating my sister? That’s just… I don’t know, man. It’s a lot to process.”

Oscar straightened up slightly, taking a slow step forward, his full height casting a shadow over Ruby. Even though his expression remained calm, the shift in his stance was enough to make Ruby take an instinctive step back. The tension in the air was thick, and despite Oscar’s cool demeanor, the power he carried was undeniable. “You worried?”

Ruby swallowed hard, his voice coming out shaky. “Nah, man, not worried. Just… surprised.”

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, laughing as you reached for your jacket off the banister. “Ruby, he’s not here to recruit me into the Santos. We’re just going out. Like normal people.”

Ruby’s eyes flicked nervously between you and Oscar, still not fully convinced. “Just… out. Like… food? Or like, gang business out?”

Oscar let out a low chuckle, the kind that made Ruby stiffen. “Food. No business.”

There was a beat of silence as Ruby mulled over Oscar’s words, still looking like he was on edge. But finally, he stepped aside, allowing Oscar to fully enter the house, though he couldn’t stop glancing at you with that same baffled expression. “Alright… just… be careful, okay? Don’t want you getting wrapped up in anything.”

Oscar’s dark eyes shifted from Ruby to you, a promise lingering in his gaze. “She’s safe with me,” he said, his voice low but carrying a weight of certainty that made even Ruby nod in reluctant agreement.

Ruby bobbed his head quickly, still processing. “Yeah, okay. Safe. That’s good.” His eyes lingered on you, his worry almost comical given how serious he was taking this whole situation.

As you and Oscar moved toward the door, Ruby’s voice rang out again, his nerves clearly not settled. “Just… make sure she’s back in one piece, yeah?”

Oscar paused, turning back with a glance over his shoulder. His usual cool, collected smirk was back in place, but there was something softer in the way he looked at you. “Always.”

Once you were outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin, you nudged Oscar playfully. “You really love messing with him, don’t you?”

Oscar chuckled, slipping an arm around your waist as the two of you made your way toward his car. “Can’t help it. Kid’s got heart, but he’s easy to scare.” His voice held a trace of amusement, but there was a tenderness beneath it that only you ever got to see.

You laughed, shaking your head, already imagining Ruby still pacing around inside, muttering under his breath. “Yeah, but I don’t think he’s ever gonna stop freaking out about us.”

Oscar’s smirk softened as he looked down at you, his arm tightening around your waist just a little. “He’ll get over it. But I’ll always have your back, no matter what.”

You grinned, warmth flooding your chest as the weight of his words sunk in. For all the bravado and reputation that came with being the leader of the Santos, Oscar always made you feel safe. Not just from the world outside, but in a way that was deeper, more personal. It was a safety that went beyond anything anyone else could give you.

As you climbed into the passenger seat of his car, you could still hear Ruby faintly through the door, probably pacing and muttering something along the lines of “Spooky’s dating my sister,” like the world had turned upside down.

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning back in your seat. “This is definitely gonna be a running joke, isn’t it?”

Oscar smirked, his eyes catching yours as he started the car. “Oh, no doubt.”

[nena-la-fresa]

Monitoring You Like Machines Do

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Pairing: Josh Washington x f! Reader

Warning: Kidnapping | Drugging | Obsession | Stalking | Some Smut | P in V | Yandere Josh

Word Count: 4039

A/n: This feels very oc, but idk I kinda see it. Plus I spent too much time on it to scrap it. I mean I kinda like it.

“Alright. Remember to read tonight’s chapters for the discussion on Wednesday. I’ll also be giving you guys some time to discuss the topics you guys want to talk about. Make sure you at least have that rough draft finished so that a peer can give feedback.” 

You started to make your way out of class when you were stopped by someone. 

“Hey Y/n. I was wondering if there was any way you could help me with something.” 

You watched as Josh gave you his oh so sly smirk. “Sure. What is it?”

”Well, you see you’re so much better at this stuff than me. Do you think you could help me pick a topic and so I could get started on the rough draft?” 

You gave him a playful smile, “I thought you were smart Josh.” 

He leaned against the wall, “Nah I am. I just think you’re a whole lot smarter in this subject.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed playfully, “Okay. Where did you want to meet?” 

“You’ve been to that coffee shop down on fifth?” 

“The one right by the book store right?” 

“Exactly.” 

“Okay. I’ll see you there then.”

“Alright. Sounds good.” He smiles at you before backing up slowly, still not taking his eyes off you. 

“Five o'clock Josh. And don’t be late. I don’t want to stand outside in the dark alone.”

He saluted you before leaving the classroom, “Yes ma’am.”

“Damn it Josh.” You looked down at your watch. 

It was pushing six already, you felt the cold breeze pass through your legs. You felt your body shiver. You pulled out your phone to try and call him. You kept hearing a ringing. But it didn’t sound like it was coming from your phone. 

You turned around and looked down the alleyway. 

“Josh, are you there?” You hung up and called him again.

The phone rang again. 

“Josh I swear you better not be trying to scare me. This isn’t funny.”

You walked down the alleyway slowly. You found his phone in a puddle of blood. There was a noise behind you. But before you could turn around a hand covered your mouth. You tried to fight against the person but the smell of the substance they put against your nose was too strong. You could feel your body grow limp. Everything started to grow dark.

You scrunched your face from the coldness of the floor. Your body ached all over as you sat up. You looked around the room that you were in. You would say it was barren but there was a table, a bed, and a door that led to god knows what. You heard shuffling coming from that same room. 

“Who's there?” You got up slowly looking around for something to protect yourself with. But there really was nothing for you to use. 

You called out again. This time you were met with a muffled yell. You crept slowly into what looked like a bathroom. You saw a person with a bag over their head and their hands cuffed to a small pipe. You moved forward grabbing the bag and pulling it off. 

You watched as Josh blinked trying to adjust to the light. His words were muffled by the cloth wrapped around his mouth. 

“Oh god! Josh, are you okay?” You quickly kneeled down and removed the cloth from his mouth. 

“I’m fine. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” You looked at you to check if you had any bruises. 

You lightly laughed, “Are you seriously asking me that when you’re the one that’s cuffed.” 

“Yeah you’re right.” He chuckled softly, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. Who knows what they could have done to you.” 

“Thank you for caring about me Josh.” You touch his cheek softly.

“I always care about you.” He leaned his cheek into your palm.

You smiled at him softly, “Okay. Let’s try and get you out of those cuffs.” 

You get up and start to look through all the drawers hoping to find something. There was nothing in the bathroom except for essentials. In the back of your mind you knew this was weird. Why was their shampoo and conditioner, let alone body wash? If someone kidnapped you why would they go through all the trouble to want to keep you clean. I mean if this was a sex trafficking kind of thing why would they care about that. 

“Did you find anything?” 

“No, not yet.”

You walked over to the kitchen and looked through all the drawers. There were no knives or forks, and everything there was plastic or paper, not ceramic or glass. Nothing you could fight back. 

Stressed you put a hand on your forehead. You slicked your hair back but stopped when you felt something poke your hand slightly. You picked through you felt left over bobby pins from earlier. You pulled them out and made your way over to Josh. 

“Did you find something?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe I forgot I had some bobby pins in my hair. Hopefully this works, I’ve never done this before.”

You kneeled back down and started to try and pick the cuffs. It took a few tries before you were finally able to get them open. Josh rubbed his wrist before standing up. 

“Thanks. Was there anything else around here?” He walked out of the bathroom and looked around the room. 

“Not much. But I haven’t even tried the door. I don’t know if you want to check it out and see if you could open it.” 

He nodded, “Yeah we can try that.” 

He walked over to the only door. He tried everything, he pushed at the door, kicked it, even tried using the pins but nothing worked. 

“Yeah this thing won’t budge.” 

“Who would do this?” You sat down at the table. 

“I have no idea. Let’s just wait it out a bit. We can try the door again later.” 

“What if they come back? What if they don’t come back. We have food but what if that runs out. What are we going to do?” You kept rambling on. 

“Don’t worry.” Josh kneeled down in front of you. “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

“You’re really sweet Josh. You know that?” Even if he reassured you it still felt odd. 

You knew of Josh. You adored him really, but he was still a stranger. You only had him for some classes but you didn’t know each other on a personal level. Yeah, you had a small crush but that was it. You didn’t know about his life outside of school, who his family was, what kind of person he was outside of university or anything else. Just that he seemed like a cool guy to hang out with. But you couldn’t tell him that, you wouldn’t want to risk getting him upset. You two were locked up together after all. 

“Only to you.” He rubbed his thumb against your knee gently. “Let me get you some water.” 

You nodded, “I highly doubt that. Don’t you have five girls going after you? I’m sure you’re sweet to all of them.” 

He opens a cabinet and pulls out a cup. He opens the fridge and begins to pour you some water. 

“Nah I’m just nice to them. It’s different with you though.” 

Something in the back of your head kept whispering. Maybe even screaming at you. How did he know? How did he know which cabinet to open? How did he know there was water in the fridge? The only logical reasoning was that it was pretty common to keep them in those places. But how did he know which one? On the first try. 

You take the water that he had handed you. “Oh yeah? How so?” 

You hesitated to drink it. But you saw that he began to pour himself some. You took a sip of the water still watching his movements. 

“Well, I like you. So really they don’t mean anything to me.” 

You paused for a moment, he liked you? You looked up at him, he looked sweet and soft. How could you ever think he could hurt you? Maybe he really did care about you. Maybe you were just over thinking. 

You watched as he watched you. As he leaned against the counter tapping his finger anxiously against it. 

“So you think the perfect opportunity is to tell me when we are locked up?”

“Well I was gonna tell you at the cafe but. You know, this happened.” 

“I wish you would have told me sooner. Under different circumstances.” 

He moved back closer to you, “I know. And I’m sorry for that.” 

“You don’t have to apologize. You felt your body grow heavy, you kept blinking trying to keep your eyes open. Your body began to sway, you leaned forward falling from the chair into Josh's arms

“Y/n?” He tapped your face lightly, “Y/n? Are you okay?” 

Your eyes felt tired, “The water. I think something was in the water.” 

Josh lays you down, he rushes to the fridge and opens it swiftly. He dumps out the water, he grabs everything in the fridge and throws it away.

You watch as he rushes off to the door, you felt yourself going in and out of consciousness.

“Hey assholes! Fuck you! Let us out of here!” 

You heard the lock turning, you watched as the door opened slightly. You watched as Josh stumbled back, his face now bloody. You watched as he was yanked behind the door. 

“Josh” You tried screaming. 

All you could hear was his yells through the cracked open door. You could hear the way they beat him. You tried to drag your body towards the door. You had never felt so helpless before. You had only moved slightly before his yells stopped. He was thrown back in, the door was then shut again and locked. 

You saw him lying in his own puddle of blood. 

“Josh” He didn’t respond back, and once again the dark consumed you. 

You felt hands on your body. You felt the way they picked through your hair. You couldn't move, you couldn’t fight back. Not even when this person had their hands on your face. You felt the way their hand lingered against your cheek. The way that it traced lines down your arm, the way that they did the same thing against your leg. You felt warm tears running down your face. You heard the way they shushed you softly. You felt the way they placed something against your nose and smelled that familiar substance. 

You opened your eyes and gasped for air. You were hoping that this was nothing but a nightmare, but you saw that your clothes were different. You saw how Josh was still on the floor bloody. 

You got up quickly to check on him. He groaned when you helped him sit up. 

“Fuck, what did they do to you.” He winced when you touched his cheek. 

“I think I pissed them off.” 

You were stunned by the strength he had to joke around, “Yeah you think?”

He chuckled lightly but grabbed his rib from the pain. 

“Let's go get you cleaned up.” You tried lifting him up. 

“No.” 

“No? Why?” 

“Is that new? When did you change?”

“I don’t know I woke up like this. Shit heads probably changed my clothes.” 

“I don’t want it to get dirty. It’s a nice night gown. You look good.” 

“Josh, are you kidding me right now?”

“I just don’t want to upset them. They probably put it on you for a reason.” 

“That’s the least of my worries right now.” 

“But-”

“But nothing Josh.” You felt the blood smear on your arm. “Jesus you’re covered in blood. I don’t think a cloth is going to take all this blood off. I think you have to go in the shower.”

“It’s okay. I got it.” He tried standing up by himself but he stumbled. 

“Yeah no you don’t.” 

You set Josh down at the table, you hesitated for a moment before taking the nightgown off. You knew he wasn’t going to shut up about you ruining it. You help him stand up again getting to the bathroom. You helped him sit down, he winced when you tried taking his shirt off. He was covered in bruises. He stood up slowly and started to take his pants off. 

“Try to hold yourself up while I turn on the water.” 

“You really don’t have to help me. I can do it myself.”

“I don’t know if you can see yourself right now. But you can barely lift your arms up. So I can’t imagine how you’re gonna get that blood off of you.”

He stayed quiet, once the water warmed up you stepped inside with him. He let himself soak under the water. He had let you wash his hair, let you run your hand across his chest, his arms, his back. 

He liked the way it felt. The way your fingers grazed him softly. He could feel his boxers grow a bit tight. 

“Alright, turn around. I just need to make sure that you don’t have any more blood on your face.” 

“I’m good, I don't.” 

“Why are you being weird? Just turn around.” 

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“What, you got a boner or something?” 

He stayed quiet. 

“Oh.”

“Sorry honey. Your hands just feel nice.”

“That’s fine. You’re fine. I’ll just get out now.” 

You turned around, you were about to step out when he grabbed your wrist. 

“I don’t want you to go.”

You could feel the way his hand burned onto yours, he spoke up again. 

“But if you want to go I won’t stop you.” You felt the warmth of his skin leave yours. 

You turned around slowly. You watched as his eyes left your eyes, they looked down at your lips and then back up. You felt something boil in your body. You noticed how good he looked. Even with all the bruises, the cut on his lip, the way his disheveled hair looked. The way that his eyes watched you with such yearning. 

“Can you help me wash up?” 

He nodded his head. You turned your back to him again, you felt the way his hands unclasped your bra. The way his hands ran down your waist with such gentle fingers. The way his fingers dug in your skin before sliding your underwear down. 

You didn’t know what you were doing. This felt wrong. But your lust was consuming your reason.

You felt the way he gently washed your hair. How he lathered your body with soap. How his hands guided themselves around. The way that he cupped your breast in his hands. You felt the way he pressed his chest against yours. 

You felt his growing cock push between your thighs. You felt the way that it pressed itself against your pussy. You felt the way it rubbed up against your lips, moving back and forth. You felt the way that he slipped his dick inside you. You moaned when you felt his hand slid down to your clit, the way that his other hand dragged up your stomach. How he cupped your breast before sliding it up to your neck. How he tilted it slightly, how his grip tightened just right. How his lips sucked so gently. 

He wouldn’t stop, every thrust he took had you stumbling. His pace was getting faster, his breath heavy. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”  

You felt his pace slow down, the way that he slowly pulled himself out. 

“I want to see you. All of you.” 

He turned off the water. He did everything for you at that moment. He helped you out. He helped you dry off. He helped you put back on the night gown. 

He helped you get in position. He kissed you before sinking himself in you again. You let your legs wrap around his waist forgetting all about the pain he was in. 

For a brief moment you forget where you were. How you got here. All you could think about was his cock sliding in and out. The way he filled you up so beautifully. The way his hands traced down your body. The way he lowered the night gown down just right so he could suck on your breast. You felt the way his cum shot inside of you, the way he stayed in you until you came. 

You adored him as he helped clean you up. How he hugged you while you two slept. Though it never occurred to you to wonder why you felt so tired. Why you could feel yourself slipping into sleep once more. 

And again, you woke up gasping for air. You felt yourself and looked down, nothing was different. You wore the same clothes, it must have been the same night. You felt a bit calmer. You looked at Josh, you watched the way his face was pressed against the pillow. The way his chest would rise and fall. The sound of his breathing relaxed you. 

Whatever this situation was sucked, but you were glad that you were stuck with him. Even if you had your doubts. You were glad it was someone you could trust. 

You were ripped from your thoughts. The sound of buzzing was all that you heard. You got up from the bed slowly to not wake Josh up. You made your way back to the bathroom. The buzzing stopped but came just as quickly. You saw a small light coming from Josh’s pants. You slowly picked them up. You dug in his pocket and paused for a moment at what you were touching.

You pulled the object out and saw the caller id, Chris. 

You felt your heart sinking. You hesitated for a moment. 

The call ended. 

“Fuck” You whispered lightly. 

You heard the bed creak slightly. You looked out to see Josh still sleeping. You quickly closed the bathroom door, but tried to do it as quietly as you could. Just as you did the phone buzzed again. 

You picked it up on the second ring. You placed the phone to your ear.

“Josh dude where the hell are you? I’ve been calling you for days. Are you okay?” 

“Hello.” You whispered.

You could hear the other side go quiet. 

“Oh I'm sorry who’s this? Sorry I didn’t know he was with a girl.”

“My name is Y/n. I don’t know if you go to the same college as us but-”

“Y/n are you in there?” You heard knocking on the bathroom door.

You felt your blood freezing. You watched as the door knob turned. You held it as tight as you could. 

“Yeah just give me a minute.” 

“Fuck.” You heard him shout from behind the door. 

You could feel him try and force the door open. You put the phone back to your ear. 

“Please help me. I think he’s the person that’s holding me captive. Please, I need help. I don’t know where I am. He has me in a room and-”

Josh forced the door open. He looked at you with such rage. He snatched the phone from your hands, throwing it to the ground. The phone shattered upon impact. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You watched the way he ran his hands through his hair frantically. How he paced back and forth before turning back to you. 

“Josh please.”

He gripped your wrist and pulled you out of the bathroom. He was going for the bed but you managed to rip your wrist from his grasp. 

 Josh kicked the table chair. You were startled by the impact it had on the wall. 

“Fuck Y/n. You just had to go and fuck it up!”

“Fuck it up? Are you kidding me? What the fuck Josh. What the actual fuck.” 

You started to back yourself into the corner. You watched as he made his way to you. He pinned you against the wall. His hand tracing down your arm. You flinched at his touch. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” 

He tried nuzzling against your hair, but that only got him up again. He backed up away from. He saw the way you were looking at him with disgust. It broke his heart seeing you look at him like that. He never wanted that. All he wanted was for you to love him, not whatever this was. 

“Do you know how long this took? How much time and effort I put into this.” 

“I don’t care, this is not okay! What the fuck were you thinking!”

“I was thinking about you! Don’t you see! This is all for you. Everything, I saw how miserable your life was. How much pain you were in.” 

“You don’t even fucking know me. Oh my god. Oh my god. And I let you come in me.” You held yourself, you began to feel your own nails dig into your skin. 

“I do though.” Josh moved closer

“Get away from me. Oh my god.” Tears started to pour out of your eyes. You began to sob as you tried moving away from the corner. Your legs hitting against the edge of the bed. You sank down to your knees. 

“Ever since I first saw you. I knew. I just knew that you were made for me. That we were made for each other. At first it started out like a crush but you just got beautiful everyday. And you were just so smart. Even when I asked around about you no one knew. So I did my own research.” 

You could feel his presence by you. He kneeled down and touched your shoulders. 

“Don’t touch me!”

But even if you tried to throw his hands his grip was tight. 

“You came from a somewhat good family. A little broken, you have a lot of secrets, a lot of trauma. But that’s why I did this. To take all that away from you. I can protect you. I did it earlier, remember?” 

Through your teary eyes you looked up at him. 

“You’re fucking crazy. You drugged me! Did you fucking beat yourself up you psycho? Did you fucking do that to yourself? For what? For sympathy?” 

Josh stared at you with cold eyes, but his smirk was as charming as ever.

“It worked didn’t it? You let me fuck you. And I fucked you so good. I could still feel you tightening around me. I could still hear you begging me for more. It didn’t really take much for you to let me honestly.” 

Without thinking your hand hit his cheek. You could feel the burning sensation, the way your hand tingled. 

“What did you rape me when you drugged me too? Was that what you were doing when you fucking changed my clothes you freak.” 

“No! Why would you say that? I would never do that. Yeah I might be a little help, but I’m not that fucking psychotic.” 

“You know what’s really fucking sad Josh. That if you just asked me out. Like a normal fucking person. On a normal date, I would have gone on a date with you.” 

“I know. And that’s what I love about you.” He touched your face gently. 

“But I can’t have you leaving me.”

You pressed your face against his palm. In a swift motion you bit his hand. There was now a metallic taste in your mouth. 

“Fuck! You ungrateful bitch!” 

Before he could get up you ran for the door. You knew that it wouldn’t open. But trying was better than staying in here with him. You could hear his footsteps coming from behind.

Your head was pushed against the door. You felt your body limp, and the way your blood began to ooze down your face. 

Josh noticed the blood, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. But I just can’t let you leave.” 

He watched as your eyes opened and closed, “I promise you I’ll do better. I’ll take good care of you. I love you.” 

[measuredingold]

caught between black and white

authors note: hello hello hello ! long awaited part two of you right and i know this probably isn’t what you guys were wanting but i wanted noah’s pov to kind of explain why things happened the way they did so… stay with me 👀 part three everything will come together. title from alkaline by sleep token. as always enjoy and feedback is always appreciated :)

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

divider: @saradika-graphics 🖤

cross posted on ao3 / part one

word count: 3.5k

cw/tw: swearing, arguing, Noah Sebastian Is Bad At Feelings lol, 18+ minors do not interact

Noah's not sure how he got here. Well, okay. Backtrack - he knows how he got here with you, and knows why you're looking at him like you want to fucking smack the shit out of him. What he means is here, right now, in this kitchen. He wasn't expecting to see you, especially after not hearing from you in the last three months. He expected you to keep far from him.

You had to have known he was going to be here tonight? This party - get together, whatever - was literally for him and the guys for completing yet another tour. He had a feeling you hated him, and he doesn't blame you. So, why were you here?

He had just turned away from the fridge to get himself another water when he found you standing across from him, face pulled into a scowl and eyes narrowed in a glare. He jumps a little at the sudden sight of you, eyes widening.

He says your name gently, "Hey."

"Shut up, Noah."

Right. Got it. You're pissed at him. He presses his lips together and nods his head, fingers tightening around the bottle of water in his hands. You shift on your feet, pulling your drink close to your chest. From the flush in your cheeks and you fucking speaking to him in the first time in three months, he's going to assume you've already had a few of those.

"I didn't want to come tonight." You pause, as if you're wanting him to respond, but continue before he could even think of speaking, "I didn't want to see you."

“…Okay."

"Do you know why I didn't want to see you?"

He does know. He knows exactly why you don't want to see him, knows why you haven't texted him in almost three months. He expected a long message of you cussing him out at the very least because he knew you'd never call him. Part of him wanted it, pathetically so, because it was a direct line to you. He still had some sort of connection, even if it was you pissed at him.

After a month of no contact Noah found himself in a hotel room late one night, thumb hovering over the send button of his message asking if you could talk. About what, he wasn’t sure. He just wanted to hear from you, maybe even say he was sorry. His stomach drops the second he hits send, the usual blue text bubble turning green.

You had blocked him. Rightfully so - he deserved that.

"I do."

Your gaze is becoming almost too much and he looks anywhere but you, opting to look at the cabinets above your head. They've become very interesting in the last five seconds. A moment of silence passes, thirty seconds, a minute, and then his eyes drop back down to you.

You're still looking at him.

"What?" He doesn't mean for it to come out so harsh but it does, and his arms tighten around his chest when your eyes narrow at him.

"What?" You laugh, but nothing's funny. "That's all you have to say?"

"What do you think I should say?"

He's digging himself a hole and he's doing it on fucking purpose. He wants you to hate him. Needs you to hate him because if you do, walking away tonight won't be as painful. Your gaze hardens, eyes turning cold as you scoff at his words.

"You can't be fucking serious right now."

"I don't know what you want from me."

"You know what I fucking want," You stop to let out a frustrated sigh, eyes shutting to take a deep breath before continuing, "I want an I'm sorry. I want an I didn't mean to hurt you. I want a genuine fucking apology for your shitty ass behavior."

Noah wishes he could say them, wishes he could give you what you want because he so desperately does want to say that and more. But he can't. His mouth won't move. Instead he swallows those words down, blinking at you.

"But you won't. I know you won't." You laugh again, hands flying at your sides. "Because you never do. You never once fucking apologized for using me for your own gain-"

"You used me, too." Oh, so his mouth can move.

Your eyes narrow again. "I was fucking in love with you, Noah. You knew I’d never tell you no.”

Noah blinks. He wasn't expecting that.

Your easy confession has his stomach twisting, heart dropping, and he feels his body heating up. His neck is probably red at this point. You were in love with him? Sure, he expected there were some type of feelings there for him, but love? There's no way he heard that right.

It's always been so hard for him to even admit to anyone how he felt, no matter the circumstances. He never understood how it came so easy for others. Feelings were so complicated, they made things confusing and it always comes with a price. The price being that someone will eventually get hurt, and that someone is usually him. The thought of letting someone in, letting them through the cracks between the walls he built around himself, makes him sick to his fucking stomach.

What good is it to let you in when you'll eventually leave?

No matter what he felt for you, no matter how much he just wanted to fucking say it back, Noah couldn't. He'd never allow himself to say it so freely, so openly, because he knew what would happen. You would leave. You'd realize he was too... difficult. Too much baggage to handle and realize it wasn't worth it, and he'd have to fix those walls you brought down.

He couldn’t let himself be so vulnerable.

This was easier, for both you and him. Keeping you close enough so he can have you like this, in the way he so desperately wanted, but far enough that you didn't have to see the real him.

"You don't love me." The words fall from him easily, head shaking.

"Don't play dumb, Noah." You laugh again, a pitiful fucking sound and he frowns. "You know it’s true. I wouldn't have stayed this fucking long if I hadn't."

"You don't-"

"No." He shuts up immediately at your tone, lips pressing together. You're pointing at him, eyes back in their narrowed glare. "You don't get to tell me how I feel. You actually don't get to fucking speak, okay? You've done enough."

With widen eyes, all Noah can do is nod. He swallows down the lump in his throat as he watches you let out a long, dejected sigh. You pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes fluttering shut briefly.

"I'm done," You start, and Noah does everything in his power to ignore the wobble in your voice, "doing this with you. I can't do it anymore. I'm done letting... letting someone who doesn't give two shits walk all over me. Use me when it's convenient." His gaze drops to the floor when he notices you lift a hand to wipe at your eyes. "You never fucking cared about me."

He so desperately wants to tell you that that wasn't true, that he did. He damn near felt the same about you, but instead of voicing that he kept his mouth shut and didn't speak like you had asked.

"I just feel so fucking stupid because I never really thought there would ever be a chance. I wasn't naïve. But last time, when you said," Another shaky breath comes from you and Noah's chest tightens at the sound, "when you said you fucking missed me. That all I needed was you. It felt... different. I thought that you..."

He winces at the laugh you let out this time, each one sounding more and more heartbreaking than the last. He used to love your laugh, how full of life it had sounded, but right now he fucking hates it.

"Obviously I thought wrong. You left me. Without a fucking goodbye."

Noah doesn't know why he looks up, because the ground beneath his feet is pretty interesting at the moment, but he does. He wishes he hadn't because you're rubbing at your eyes again but failing miserably, a few stray tears falling down your cheeks. He clears his throat before swallowing thickly, blinking away the sudden burning behind his eyes.

"I wanted to stay." He finally says, your eyes landing on him. They narrow again. "I almost did."

"Bullshit. You never stay."

"I know." A pause. "Doesn't mean I don't want to."

Your eyes soften for just a moment and you watch him in silence. Your gaze still burns before his eyes never waver from yours, trying to get across that he meant it. He could say so much more, the words on the tip of his tongue, but he remains silent instead. He still can't say it, so he hopes that's good enough.

"It's really hard to believe that."

Noah doesn't say anything, just nods because he knows it's hard. He fucking does and he wishes he could just say what he so desperately wants to. He mentally smacks himself because why is it so fucking hard? It shouldn't be. It should be easy, telling the person you want that you have feelings for them.

So, why does it feel like the hardest thing he's ever done?

"I know. You have no reason to believe me. I just..." He finally says, words trailing off and throat closing up again.

He can't finish his sentence, stomach twisting so violently he swears he's going to be sick at any given moment. Your eyes never move from him, watching him so intently he's certain you can see through him at this point. You eventually look away, scoffing to yourself.

"Why?"

His brows furrow. "Why what?"

"Why should I believe you?"

He stills. Why should you believe him? He's given you plenty of reasons not to, and given exactly zero on why you should.

"Um." His chest tightens, breathing picking up because he doesn't know what to say. I love you, too. But is that even enough now? "Because..."

His words trail off again and it's now growing harder and harder to even look at you. He looks down again, body heating up because the room is getting hotter - it's literally just him - and suddenly he wishes he could be anywhere else in the world but here.

You laugh again, much weaker. "If you can't even say it, how am I supposed to believe you?"

Noah presses his lips together and gives you a shrug in response, too afraid to even use his voice. The silence that follows has his skin crawling and every time he hears you sniffle across from him, he wishes the floor would just swallow him whole. He's screaming at himself in his head, chanting Tell her! Tell her! but he can't. He won't.

He's already made his decision.

"I meant what I said," your voice startles him, brown eyes looking up at you finally, "when I said I was done. I am. We can't keep doing this. I can't keep letting you hurt me. I deserve better."

His heart breaks at that because he knows you're right. You do deserve better. You've always deserved better than him. He couldn't give you what you wanted, no matter how hard he tried.

"You do."

"I do."

There's a finality in your voice, almost like the final nail in the coffin, and Noah knows this is it. You were actually done. You were walking away just like he expected, just like he wanted. This was for the best. He knew it. You finally knew it, too.

But why does it still hurt all the same?

"Everything good in here?"

Nicholas' voice has both you and Noah looking up in surprise, flushes on both of your cheeks. The older males clear eyes narrow as he looks between the two of you before his eyes remain solely on Noah. He swallows thickly, head nodding.

"Yeah."

"I was just leaving, actually." You manage to get out, clearing your throat to hide the way your voice wavered. Noah didn't miss it, and neither did Nicholas with the way his eyes narrow even further. You turn your focus to his best-friend and bandmate, mustering up the best smile that you could. "It was nice to see you again, Nick."

"You, too."

Noah's gaze meets yours and there's something in them, something he can't quite place. Longing? Regret? He doesn't know because it's gone as soon as it comes.

"Goodbye, Noah."

And then you're gone, not sparing him one more glance as you make your way out of the kitchen. Noah doesn't move, eyes trained to where you once stood. He doesn't even notice when Nicholas slides up next to him, leaning back against the counter just like him.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Nothing."

"Don't piss me off, dude."

"We were just talking." Noah sighs now, casting a glance at his friend. "That's it."

Nicholas pauses for a moment. "She ended it, didn't she?"

Of course he knew. Noah had told his friend the very second he and you started... whatever the fuck this was. He needed someone to know, someone he could trust. He's sure everyone else suspected it, especially when you two would sneak off together and come back maybe an hour later, clothes and hair disheveled from god knows what.

"Yeah." He nods. "She did."

"Sometimes I wish you'd just let yourself have nice things." Nicholas sighs out, tilting his head back.

"It's not that simple-"

"Do you or do you not have feelings for her?" Nicholas cuts him off and holds his gaze for a moment before Noah looks away, clearing his throat. "Yes or no answer, dude.”

"Why does that matter?"

"It always fucking matters."

"Who cares if I do?" He's growing frustrated now, wanting to talk about anything else but this. "It won't change the fact that she'll eventually fucking leave. She already did, man. I just saved her and I from wasting our time."

Nicholas doesn't respond right away and Noah looks back at him. He fucking hates the look his friend is giving him, soft eyes full of fucking pity because he knows. He knows why Noah acts the way that he does, which pisses him off even more.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Noah, I just want what's best for you-"

"What's best for me, Nick?" His anger only rises at this, face set in a scowl as he finally turns his body to face his bandmate. "Since you fucking know everything."

"Don't talk to me like that." Nicholas points an accusing finger towards Noah, face hardening and brows furrowing.

"And don't act like you know what's best for me." Noah snaps, lips dipping into a frown. "You and I both know this is what's best. She's better off, she doesn't need to deal with..." He motions towards himself, shoulders slumping. "...all of this."

Nicholas' face softens and his frown only deepens. "Noah..."

"And do I wish I could just fucking tell her? Sure, but that doesn't stop the voice in my head telling me she'll get up and leave like everyone else because it's too much." He leans back against the counter, arms crossing. The weight on his chest lightens only a bit at his confession, but the heaviness in his stomach remains. "Watching her leave now is easier."

"Is it?"

"Yeah."

Noah's eyes drop to his feet when he hears Nicholas shuffle around, standing in front of him. He feels his friends hand on his shoulder but doesn't bother looking up, his shoes becoming the most interesting thing to him.

"I wish you'd let yourself have nice things." Nicholas says again, fingers squeezing Noah's shoulder before his hand drops. "And I wish you'd stop thinking the absolute worst when it comes to people. How do you know she'll leave?"

"Everyone does."

"I haven't." Nicholas' response is quick. "Jolly hasn't. Neither has Folio."

"Yeah, but that's different-"

"No, it's not." Another sigh and Noah finally looks up at Nicholas, watching as the male pinches the bridge of his nose. "You can't keep living like this. In the what ifs, consumed by what could happen when you have no fucking clue if it actually will."

"But it will-"

Nicholas stops him again, holding a hand up. Noah's mouth shuts. "You don't know that. Just..." He sighs, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling. "I know it's happened before and it's fucking terrifying, I know, but dude... there's no way that you know she'll leave."

"She just did."

"Because you made her."

Nicholas is staring at him again and Noah feels small under his gaze, which is crazy because he's a few inches taller than him. He knows he's not wrong, he did make her leave, but it was only to protect her and himself from the inevitable.

Right?

"I just want you to be happy. That's all I want." Noah watches Nicholas' gaze soften, a sad smile settling on his lips. "I think she could be the one to do that.

Noha's chest aches at his friend's words, sadness settling in his bones and suddenly he feels... He feels that Nicholas might be right. The feeling is brief though before he's shaking his head, arms crossing back over his chest as he finally pivots his gaze away from Nicholas.

"Well, it's too late for that."

There's a brief moment of silence before Nicholas says, "It doesn't have to be."

"Nick," He sighs, eyes fluttering shut. "It is too late. She's gone. Even if I wanted to fucking, I don't know, chase after her and tell her I'm sorry it won't change anything. She told me she was done."

"Well-"

"Can we just not talk about this anymore? It's done. It's over with. There's nothing else for me to do." Noah's eyes find his best friend again, pushing himself off the counter. "And I'm honestly ready to go. I'm fucking tired. I miss my bed."

He tries his best to ignore the lingering sadness swirling around his chest, shoving it so far back as he reaches for his forgotten water bottle. Nicholas continues to stay where he is, watching Noah with a sort of look he's never seen before. His own eyes narrow at his friend and there's maybe a thirty second stare-off before Nicholas' shoulders sag, a sigh leaving his lips.

"Whatever, man."

A small weight feels like it's been lifted from Noah's shoulder and he gives Nicholas a nod, thankful that he's finally dropped it. Nothing else could be done, Noah knows this. There's no point in dwelling on the what ifs, what's done is done. You're gone and you're far better off, he thinks, even if the thought does make his stomach twist painfully.

That pain will go away soon enough. It always does. He'll go back to his normal self, no more thoughts of you lingering in the back of his mind. He'll be fine. He always is.

Nicholas bids Noah a goodnight, watching as his friend trudges his way up the stairs. He waits until he hears his bedroom door shut before he's fishing out his phone, scrolling through his contact list before he finally comes across your name.

Is he meddling in someone else's business? Sure, but he feels like he needs to do this because he knows you and Noah won't, both way too stubborn for your own good. He has no idea if you'll reply anyways, but it's worth a shot.

Hey! It was really nice seeing you tonight.

He lets out the breath he had been holding when he presses send, watching as the message goes through. Below the blue text box shows that the message had been delivered, and he's glad to know that the only number you seemed to block was Noah's. He sits for a minute, then two, and after five he starts to think you won't answer until he hears a ding come from his phone.

Hi! You too. Sorry I dipped so quick. I had to get home.

He knows why you did, but doesn't bother mentioning it.

It's all good!

I was wondering if you'd like to meet up tomorrow, grab lunch? That little place on 5th that you like. My treat. Been a second since we've seen each other and we need to catch up. Got some crazy stories to tell you.

I think I'm free after 2 tomorrow if that's alright?

Perfectly fine with me, I don't have any plans lol I'll pick you up?

Do you mind if I just meet you there? I won't be home but I'll be nearby there.

Sounds good to me :)

Great! See you tomorrow.

Nicholas reacts to your message with a thumbs up and leaves it at that and he feels the tension in his shoulders finally relax.

He really fucking hopes this works.

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Jealousy, Jealousy- Chris Sturniolo

Summary: You got a little jealous and insecure about chris’ relationship with Tara, the fans don’t know about you so it makes your thoughts a little worse.

Warnings: Arguments, inscure, fluff, use of Y/N, kinda Asshole chris, TW! co comparison

A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS BABIES?! also a PSA!! no hate to tara i love her sm she’s absolutely amazing and beautiful this is jus a FICTIONAL story!!

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It was an average Tuesday for me sitting in my apartment waiting for chris to come over so we can have our normal once a week movie night at my house. i knew chris had a video to film, i assumed it was for his youtube channel cause normally they film either on monday or tuesday for their wednesday videos. The endless scroll of tiktok was genuinely getting exhausting, considering chris and i had both decided to keep our relationship private until we felt comfortable enough to share with his fans, i always get chris fan edits all over my for you page, which was nice, sometimes i send him the good ones to see his reaction, but as im scrolling through tiktok a video popped up of chris and his newer friend tara, singing ‘Primadonna’ by Marina, now normally i don’t get jealous or insecure because i know he’s mine and im his, he ALWAYS made sure i was okay with anything, but he never told me the video he was doing was with her? she had this newer series on her channel called ‘Stuck in a car with..’ and last weeks was Nick, so i’m assuming this weeks was chris.. but why wouldn’t he tell me? he tells me everything? why was she smiling at chris like that? does she know he has a girlfriend? did he tell her? why was this the song choice? why was he not telling me it was Tara that he was filming with? i trust chris why am i overthinking so much? why am i questioning him? do i have a right to question things? should i test him? should i just ask? what if he gets mad at me for being like this?

A billion thoughts were flooding my once at eased mind with thoughts of Insecurities and Jealousy. she’s a beautiful woman, amazing style, she’s funny, she’s a lot of things i’m not, but does that matter to chris?

i get up off my bed to head to the bathroom to run me a nice warm bath to see if that’ll ease my mind, i step in the bathroom and turn on the light and start the water and stop in the bathroom mirror and stare. i just sit here for a good 4 minutes looking at myself, comparing myself to her, was it her perfect skin? her perfect figure? i let out a frustrated sigh and hop in the tub and my tense body softens at the hot water absorbing into my skin. i lean back in the tub and stare at the ceiling. questioning myself what i’m gonna do.

it’s now about 6pm, i’ve taken a bath, nervous baked, cookies, brownies, and a chocolate cake, baking always seems to calm my nerves down, i’ve watched 7 movies, no word from chris which is weird, but what’d i expect.

Speak of the fucking devil.

Chrissy 🎀

Hey ma, sorry i’ve not responded, we just got done filming and we ran a few errands and im on the way to your house now baby.

this motherfucker, did he just lie to my face? so he’s now believing his lie that he was filming with his brothers?

Y/N

doors open 🙃

maybe i should just play it cool, maybe i should just see how long he cracks? nah i shouldn’t do that thats some toxic shit.

i hear my doorbell ring a couple times, i get off the couch and walk to the door and open it up to find chris standing there in his light blue Fresh Love hoodie smiling at me.

“Hi baby” he smiles at me holding his arms out expecting a hug from me like i normally do but i can’t help but stare into his eyes and my once harsh gaze softens at his smile and i walk closer giving him a hug and he kisses my head.

i pull away from his soft hug and let him in. as he walks in he notices my disarray of a house, dishes everywhere, flour is scattered over my kitchen counter he has a puzzled look on his face.

“what’s with all those dishes and stuff?” he points around at my kitchen.

“oh that?… yeah i uh started watching tiktok waiting for you and i started baking..” my voice trails off.

“okay..” he starts “anyways… what movie do you wanna watch” he walks with me to my couch and sits down with his arm draped over my shoulders.

“i don’t wanna watch a movie” i smile “i just wanna sit and talk to you for a little bit” he smiles softly at me.

“what do you wanna talk about ma” he chuckles smiling at me

“umm how was filming?” i drop my head playing with my rings on my fingers.

“oh yeah it was good, a lot of good laughs, but it’s how we normally are” he laughs nervously.

“so just you and your brothers?” i lift my head up smiling at him. at this point i blacked out, i completely lost control of my voice, i trust him but why wasn’t he telling me the truth?

“yeah, we was filming for wednesdays new video” he looks me deeply in my eyes, straight up lied to me.

my lips kiss my teeth and i nod, “so Tara is your brother?” i spit out.

his eyes widen, and his face goes pale “Y/N, it’s not what it looks like, look i know me and you have been together for a year and a half in private, she knows i have a girlfriend who i love” he places his hand on my knee rubbing circles on it.

i nod “yeah so why didn’t you just tell me you were with tara? then when i asked you completely lied to my face, yeah i saw the fucking tiktok you guys made, and best believe me, the comments on that fucking video? a BUNCH of boat emojis, and ‘oh the way he looks at her’ what the fuck chris?” my voice cracks with anger and sadness

“Y/N i just know how you are..” he looks down playing with his thumbs.

“HOW I AM? chris i have done nothing but trust you, im sorry for expecting the bare minimum by i don’t know my boyfriend to tell me that he’s filming a video with someone? then not lie to me about who he was with?” i yell standing up off the couch.

“Y/N sit down, talk to me ma, i promise it’s not like that” chris starts trying to grab my hand, i jerk my hand back.

“no you’re not gonna ‘ma’ me, at all, you lied chris, u caught you in a lie, if i would have never seen that fucking tiktok, you would have never fucking told me about it chris, what the fuck?” i pace around my living room in anger and in almost tears

“Y/N…baby” he gets off the couch trying to calm me down.

“no chris, get away from me, get out, i don’t wanna see you” i sit on the floor next to my window in fetal position with my head between my knees.

“Y/N pls don’t push me out” he starts “please, i love you” he squats down at eye level with me

“give me one second chris” i stand up and go out the door unlocking my phone and dialing matt’s number.

“Y/N? what’s up?” matt answers

“come get your brother, i can’t look at him” my voice shakes and tears form my eyes.

“what happened Y/N” his voice panicked

“i should let chris tell you, just please matt?” i single tear drops from the left side of my face

“i’m on my way” he sighs.

i end the call walking back inside and chris is sitting on the couch with his face in his hands as if he’s stressed.

“your brother is on his way Christopher” i sigh walking to my room and locking the door, obviously he followed me sitting at my door with his head leaning against the door.

“Y/N please… i just know since our relationship is private how sometimes you can get insecure” he starts; not helping the situation.

“Chris, leave, you’re not helping” i start crying

“fine, you know fuck this, i tried explaining myself, you don’t believe me, ive tried, now im the problem” he sighs dragging his feet and slamming my front door which causes me to jump and start harshly crying. i hear a ping from my phone assuming its chris i turn it around to find Nick frantically texting me.

Nick Bean 🫘

Y/N??

WHAT DID MY BROTHER DO?!

ARE YOU GUYS BROKEN UP?

WHO I NEEDA FIGHT??

i guess news travels fast in the sturniolo household.

Y/N 🎀

no we’re not broken up, he didn’t tell me that he was filming with tara, told me he was filming with you and matt, but i found out from a tiktok.. all of his comments were shipping him, and i know our relationship is private but like nick… i love your brother so much..

i start crying harder then i’ve cried before. i never would have thought chris would make me cry like this, never, he’s always been so communicative with me. why start this now?

Nick Bean 🫘

what the fuck..

why?

but i have to say one thing Y/N, you know he would never leave you, i can say that, i can’t justify his actions but i can say he loves you dearly.

was i overthinking? he lied. was i being dramatic? he lied.

Y/N 🎀

i know nick, but i jus need a couple days to cool down.. that’s all im asking, a couple days to get his ass straight

i put my phone down and power it off so i can sleep without interruptions, or at least try and attempt to sleep.

about an hour later i woke up, tears staining my face, mascara still running down my cheeks, my heart aches. why would chris do something like this.

Two Days Later

the past two days i’ve heard nothing from anyone, nick hasn’t checked on me, matt hasn’t, and i expected chris not to check on me considering he’s playing the victim card.

New Message Requests from Ms.Yummy on instagram!

hm? tara texted me? god she’s probably the last person i expected to hear from.

Mrs.Yummy

Hey girl! so i heard about you and chris! i just want to say he did tell me all about you, he bragged so much about you!! sorry if things got mixed up between me and chris!! nothing is going on between us! i hope you can forgive him! <3

so i’m guessing chris texted her. wow. he can text her but not me? are you kidding me? i clicked on her profile and found myself gazing at her pictures, looking at the way she does her eyeliner, the way she dresses, her smile, her nonexistent acne, her perfect makeup. fuck i’m doing it again, but i’m not answering her.

Movies, sleep, cry, shower. that’s my routine for the last 2 days. i can’t live without him. maybe he’s right. maybe i am insecure. maybe i am jealous.

fuck it.

Y/N

come over at 5. we need to talk.

i texted chris. we needed to fix whatever problems we had. weather it’s me being insecure and jealous or chris lying to me. we needed to fix things.

Chrissy 🎀

i’m coming over now.

fuck. i had no time to get ready, i looked like shit, felt like shit, still had stains on my face from tears. never mind, i didn’t care, i just needed my boyfriend back.

about an hour waiting for him i was in between dozing off and staying awake, i hear keys jingling at my door. damnit he has a spare key. he slowly walks in holding flowers and my favorite gummy candies and chocolate.

“Hey Y/N i’m sorry it took so long, i ubered all around LA, you know how embarrassing that is? matt refused to drive me anywhere today. him and nick are both mad at me since the whole…yk?” he started nervous smiling.

“these are pretty, and thanks for the food” i say walking up to him with a straight face, and grabbing things from his hand and placing them on my kitchen counter.

“so now what?” he placed his hand on the counter.

“i don’t know chris, You told Tara about our relationship problems obviously, she took your side” i rolled my eyes.

“look i know i fucked up Y/N, i should have just told you about filming with Tara, i shouldn’t have lied..” he starts

“you didn’t just lie Chris. you lied to my fucking face even when i questioned you.. THEN you told Tara about us and she fucking texted me all silly and ass kissing me.. how do you think i’ve felt? genuinely curious how do you think i’ve been doing?” i sit on the counter with my arms crossed staring at him looking at the floor.

“well uhm by the looks of things around here, and your stained cheeks, not good…” he continued to look at the ground moving his ring on his finger around in circles around his finger.

“chris you’ve got me looking in the mirror differently thinking i’m flawed, i mean look at Tara? she’s fucking beautiful, she’s skinny, she’s funny, she’s got amazing style, and definitely good taste in men if she’s interested in you..” my voice fades off and i start breathing in and out trying not to cry.

“fuck” he whispers “Y/N you’re all of that and more… no i’m not making this up, you’re absolutely the right woman for me, i should have told you about tara, im just saying i should have never made you feel different about yourself, i shouldn’t have lied, and i shouldn’t have lied to you. i’m sorry Y/N, for everything, im sorry for making you feel any less then perfect, you’re so very perfect to me” he grabs both sides of my face looking at me deep in the eyes. “you” he kisses my forehead “are” he kisses my right cheek “so” he kisses my left cheek “perfect” he finally places a little kiss on my lips making me smile.

“there’s that beautiful smile i’ve missed” he says still cupping my cheeks making a soft pink color appear on my cheeks.

“i’m sorry chris, i may have overreacted but im sorry for causing an emotional distress upon our relationship” i softly smile.

he places his hands down besides my legs on the counter “that doesn’t matter anymore. i promise from here on out, no matter what, no matter who, i will tell you who im filming with, okay?” he holds out his pinkie, i roll my eyes and intertwining my pinkie with his and smiling.

“i just want you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, only you, one day i’m gonna make you take my last name, i can PROMISE you that” he says kissing my lips softly.

“i only want you Christopher Owen Sturniolo” i smile back softly giving him another peck on the cheek “can we take a nap please… i haven’t been sleeping good lately… and i just want you to hold me” i look down and back up at chris with his blue eyes gazing down at me smiling.

“yes but i have to do something before anything okay? but you can’t look” he smirks

“i’m confused but okay..” i smile softly.

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“CHRIS” i drag out the ‘s’ “no way..” i almost had tears in my eyes.

“now the entire world can see that you are mine and i am yours” he smiled kissing my lips softly “now we can take a nap.. come here ma” he opens his arms out for me i lay down on the couch resting my head on his chest and he kisses my head whispering sweet nothings to me, as i fall asleep peacefully for the first time in 2 days with my boyfriend.

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A/N pt 2 I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS!! again no hate to tara, i love tara, she’s an icon to me, this is completely fictional!! I LOVE YOU ALL

XOXO

Gabs 💋

[hoiststowline]

Can I request some Prowl crumbs? Any version you want

_prowl x reader hc's

prowl's radio is implausibly always 'broken'. he's not well known for his small talk, but he's partial to let his s/o carry the conversation while he adds input or chimes in every so often. however, in instances where you'd rather just have some music on after a long day, exhausted, prowl won't even begin to entertain the idea. 'no. how was your day?' though, it is miraculously fixed if you had a particularly rough shift, and prowl is suddenly powerless to uphold his concrete composure. he can't stand to see you so frustratedly upset, so once in a blue moon, he'll turn on a local station but keep the volume very low. you think it's out of defiance, but it is that way so he can keep a better eye on you, focused on your expression and listening intently, just in case you wish to talk.

he's not mean, prowl is a very blunt and to-the-point mech. he's the kinda personality you go to for honest opinions, knowing he won't beat around the bush when others may to save your feelings. he isn't curt with his delivery either, he does take into consideration how his s/o may feel and offers the most sound advice he can. he's vocal and will not deliberately hurt your feelings. prowl would even give further guidance if so desired, prompting you to do __ afterward so as to elevate the chances of a positive outcome. he's highly intelligent and an excellent problem solver.

he's confident, in all the ways he can be except when it comes to his s/o. it's probably unsure territory for him, and courting isn't exactly has he assumed it would be. if you're verbally sympathetic to his uncertainty, he might be somewhat offended at first, but comprehends you are only trying to help. when it's all said and done, prowl just wishes you would tell him what makes you happy and what pisses you off, because he can't read the neon signs you provide to him. your relationship is a marathon, not a sprint. patience is likely a large factor too, some things he isn't going to rush through and become angry about how he handled it later on. he's more probable to just flat out ask you a question, especially if he's in doubt regarding it.

prowl is probably a quality time kinda guy when it comes to love languages. sure, his undivided attention may be much nicer than a distracted consciousness, but spending time with his s/o is important to him. so as long as you're in the room, he's comfortable, less tense and happy to have someone there who offers support in difficult decisions. he is somewhat easy to read in reference to body language, but prowl is not as tight-lipped as some assume him to be. a lot of 'speaking his mind' comes forward with horrible timing. you laugh because it literally appears as if the words fall out of his mouth, uncontrollable. he doesn't get what's so funny, but still admires that you can find humor & a silver lining in everything.

[sugarphoric]

jjk suguru, satoru, choso, toji (but can be read w anyone)

gn!reader, slight angst?, established relationship, fluff?, sfw :D

when you pull the "ignoring your boyfriend" prank on them, you dont expect much, knowing how respectful and understanding he could be.

even before you guys have been together, the two of you were always stuck to each other's hips, only getting worse as your relationship developed into something more. knowing how much of a clingy, needy boyfriend you have, youve got cameras planted everywhere, making sure to get as many angles as possible XD

when he come home, youre not even acknowledging their presence, already breaking your normal routine determined to make this work. and, of course, hes like a dog, immediately seeking you out to give you a bear hug, keeping their arms wrapped around you for at least a minute, peppering your face with kisses and "i missed you's"

noticing your lack of welcome, they think its due to tour headphones placed around your ears. maybe you didnt hear the door they assume, before making their way over to you- until you swiftly move right underneath their grasp, walking over to the kitchen where tonights dinner was softly simmering on the stove.

... oookay. maybe youre just really tired and out of it! they follow your steps, endless praises falling out of their mouths about how pretty you look, how great dinner smells (and how grateful they are for you to do this), expressing how much theyve missed you, et cetera et cetera. youre already breaking a sweat from forcing yourself to keep a poker face, pushing that stupid smile down before your plans are foiled. but with each step you take forward, its inevitable, youre slowly trapping yourself between him and the counter, unable to move away from his (much awaited, much needed) hug.

so? you do the next best thing. when you feel his arms come close to your side, you slightly shake, groaning out fake annoyance.

what? its a two-second rebooting, their brain racking through everything that happened within the last month on anything he couldve done to upset you. coming with nothing, he thinks he was just making things up, going in again to finally have you safe in his arms.

and now its not funny anymore when you pull that stunt on him again. his hands immediately falling to his sides, hurt flashing on his face mixed with embarrassment. his eyes, frantic as he searching your back, racking his brain on anything, anything- but everythings been good. was it his work schedule- his work? or maybe the way he sleeps, or maybe his morning routine? fuck, did he forget to kiss you goodbye before he left- no he definitely gave more than one kiss goodbye.

.. was it him?

you dont know how much longer you can last, already aching from being "so mean" to him. taking off your headphones and placing them on the countertop, giggles were about to leave your lips before you hear endless amounts of apologies, "what did i do wrong's", and "sugar, please talk to me's". deciding to hold on a bit longer, you hear a shaky, almost incoherent "please?". you stiffen- youve never heard him have this tone before. and he caught that slight movement, giving him just a sliver of confidence (knowing that youre listening to him) to ask "are you mad at me?"

if you werent on the edge before, now youre really on the edge now, gifting him with a slight shake of your head. just as you were about to toss in your white flag, he beats you to it-

"then why wont you let me touch you?"

the hoarse drift, the hitch in his voice, the oh-so-quiet, insecure tone dropping so low due to fear, desperation, need.

you immediately turn around, meeting glossy eyes, a tight pinch in his eyebrows, lips red from his harsh bites.

"oh, baby..." you manage to console. as the words tumble out of your mouth, youre lifting your arms ever so slightly, and thats enough for him to throw himself at you, keeping you in a hug so tight it could break ribs. your feet are completely off the ground, his head deep into the side of your neck, inhaling deep breaths of your hair, your perfume, your scent.

youre hugging him equally (or at least trying to) as strong, and hearing his soft whimpers and an even softer "why?"- having a death like julius caesar would hurt less than the immense guilt striking your heart.

you can barely bring yourself to tell him it was all for a prank, a trend that was blowing up on social media. he gruffs out his discontent, pulling you closer to him (if that even was possible). now its your turn spilling endless praises to him, expressively sharing how horrible (and loved) you felt when he was being so kind when all you could do was ignore him. youre already promising him to never pull this on him again (to that hes nodding vehemently), pairing it with sweet kisses to his neck, his ears, whispering your own sets of apologies, "i love you's" and "i miss you's".

after ten whole minutes of being in the air, he finally sets you down, visibly more happy and almost back to his regular self, if not for the tiniest bit of wistfulness laced in his face. (turns out it was because he had to let you go ᐢ. ֑ .ᐢ).

and if he demands you to sit on his lap as you eat dinner together, if he has you piggy back him as he does the dishes (you begged him to do it tonight as punishment, but then that would be another slot of time where he doesnt have your attention), if he makes you shower together, get ready for bed together (like you usually do (but you usually dont brush each others teeth, wash each others face, etc etc)) and practically lays on top of you as you both start to drift off to sleep... i mean,

who can really blame him? :D

[dantes-jacket]

Tokyo Revengers men reacting to you hugging them for the first time

Taiju x fem reader

Author notes: aged up au, your manager is a jerk in this, he says mean things to you and grabs you, Taiju beating him up (what’s new), swearing. this was suppose to have Koko and Inui but I couldn’t stop yapping with Taiju and made this a fic instead of a little scenario. I’ll write them soon tho (well hopefully finals are coming up </3)

You always heard from your coworkers that the owner of the bar you work at is “barely human”. You were always confused on what they meant by that. You always just assumed it was an older guy who has been in the food industry for a long time and didn’t really care to show up at the bar. Today your thoughts turned out to be very wrong.

The bar hasn’t opened yet but you and your coworkers were clocked in and getting everything set up for the night when your manager walked in. Your manager normally walked around cocky and arrogant for being a short chubby guy. He was also a creep. Would always try to hit on you and your coworkers and would get mad at all of you when he’d get rejected.

Your friend and coworker Jean bumps your shoulder with hers, “Look, he’s antsy and pacing. Wonder if he finally got called out for being a nasty perv.”

“Yeah right. As much as I wish that would happen, he’s not getting fired any time soon.” You look at him again and see the man pacing back and forth. He’s fidgeting with his watch and making sure his suit is all nice and smoothed out. “But I really wonder what’s got him like that though, never seen him act so serious before,” you question while cleaning the bar top.

As if your manager senses everyone eyes on him he faces the staff and drops his jaw, “What are all you useless people doing!?! The owner is coming today so make it look like you all aren’t incompetent today!” He growls and stomps over to everyone, “Don’t mess this up.”

Another one of your coworkers goes to refute before you all hear a gruff, “Hello”.

You watch your managers body straighten like a scared cat then whip around to face the door. “Mr Shiba! Nice to see you again, we can head back to my office to discuss everything.”

Now this is where you were proven wrong. You turn to look at the man walking in and your jaw nearly drops. Mr Shiba doesn’t look much older than you, he’s maybe only a couple years older than you. But he was definitely built by a God. What God you don’t know, but they took their time creating him.

He has blue and white hair slicked back, he is insanely tall, and insanely strong. You can see all his muscles through the suit he is wearing. This man is absolutely breathtaking. You didn’t realize the intense stare down you were giving him until someone cleared their throat. You make eye contact with Mr Shiba who is staring right at you.

You look away fast to see a much smaller man appear behind Mr Shiba with some folders adjusting his glasses, “That sounds great sir. Let’s go Mr Shiba, we have a lot to discuss.”

You look back at him to see him still looking at you. You shrink a little bit under his gaze not knowing what to do. Mr Shiba tilts his head, “Could you tell me all these workers names, Aiko? If I’m going to be here more I want to know them all.”

Your manager freezes and it makes you laugh. You didn’t realized you laughed out loud until Jean elbowed you. You freeze and look up at Mr Shiba, “What’s so funny?”

You look at your manager who is glaring at you and then you turn back to him. You don’t know what to say but he speaks up again, “I know we haven’t met before so this is nerve wracking but I highly suggest not lying to me.”

You nod, “Well you see sir, he doesn’t really know our names.”

“Why is that?” You look back at your manager who is fuming but Mr Shiba calls your attention again, “Don’t look at him. Just tell me.”

“He sits in his office all day and doesn’t interact with us, if he does it’s just him yelling at us,” you nervously say while looking at him.

Taiju shakes his head and clears his throat, “I see. Can you introduce me to everyone then?”

He walks closer to you and you go down the line introducing your coworkers. “Down there that’s Kai, Aoi, Lu, Haruto, and Jean.” Then you introduce yourself looking back at him. The entire time you were introducing your coworkers he shook their hands and now it’s your turn. His hand engulfs yours, “Thank you. Well you guys need to finish getting ready since the bar opens soon. Aiko, let’s head back to your office. Seems like there’s much to discuss.”

Your manager leads Taiju and his assistant but before they go into the office you lock eyes with him and he gives you a little smirk. You are quick to look away and again and start setting up seating for the night.

You’re setting up one of the last tables when Jean comes over, “Girl! You got some serious balls for doing that.”

You drag your hand through your hair. “I didn’t even realize I did that. It was so embarrassing, now I’m definitely hated even more by Aiko for telling the truth and then Mr Shiba for looking like a snitch,” you groan.

“Not with how much the boss man was looking at you! He couldn’t take his eyes off of you girl.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah right. Focus on the bar. We open in a couple minutes.”

Jean glares at you, “Ugh you’re no fun. If I had a hottie like that staring at me, I would soak up all that attention.”

“He’s definitely not interested me, now drop it.”

You two turn to head behind the bar then hear yelling coming from the back and Taiju marching out of the office. “You incompetent asshole, how can you suggest that!? We would lose so much money. This is the last straw you’re fired!”

You see the assistant running after him, “Wait please sir! I know I made many mistakes but one more chance please!”

Taiju roars out a passionate “No.” He turns around obviously looking for something. Once he sees you he walks over. The bar separates you two but he leans over getting closer to you. “Do you know anything about financial decisions or just finance in general?”

You blink at his switch up. He spoke so calmly to you but so aggressive to his assistant, he must have been really fed up. But thank god in college you studied finance. “Uh yes I do, but it’s been awhile. I graduated a couple years ago and worked here since so I’m probably a bit rusty.”

Taiju smiles, “Perfect! Follow me.” He walks down at the end of the bar waiting for you. “Wait, sir I have to work the bar though. It’s a Friday I can’t leave Jean to work all by herself.”

Taiju goes to respond but Jean speaks up first, “I’m fine! I’m a pro at busy nights.” She leans down to whisper into your “Now go spend some time with your hottie.” She pushes you down the couple stairs to get down from the bar.

Not expecting her to push you, you start falling but caught by a thick and strong arm around your waist. You see Taiju looking down at you, brows furrowed, “You okay?”

You nod and straighten yourself up then follow Taiju to your managers office. You two sit down facing Aiko and Taiju starts explaining everything.

“From now on she will be my assistant. You will always be in contact with her to get to me. You two will work on the finances here and have her report to me when you are finished with the tasks.”

You blink multiple times trying to follow what he said. “Mr Shiba?”

Taiju turns to you and gives you a nod to speak. “What about my bartending job? I really like doing it and don’t really want to stop.”

“Oh you can still do it some nights but I need most of your focus here. I do most of the business stuff myself, but I really don’t have time for finances so that’s why I have an assistant.”

You get excited because you don’t have to give up bartending. You smile at Taiju, “Thank you so much sir!”

Taiju is taken aback by your smile, with how more beautiful it makes you. He clears his throat, “No problem and call me Taiju.”

Your manager gawks at what Taiju just said but you’re no better. Your eyes shot wide open and your jaw almost dropped again. You quickly or as quickly as you could from the shock, shift to a more calm attitude, “Okay, Taiju.”

Taiju lets out a satisfied hum, then starts explaining everything you and your manager need to do. Once everyone has a clear understanding Taiju excused himself and leaves to go back to his office building.

This entire time you’ve felt your managers eyes glaring at you. You thought nothing of it when Taiju was here because he wouldn’t do anything while his boss was here. But once it’s just you two, that’ll be a different story.

You deicide to ignore it and leave for the night since Taiju said you can so you can look over the financial statements. You open the office door but your manager stops you, “I am going to make your life a living hell. You can count on that.”

You don’t even respond not wanting to add fuel to the fire. You grab your jacket and bag from the back and head home to get some work done.

As you get in your apartment you feel your phone buzz. You look down at the notifications and see a couple messages from an unknown number.

Hey it’s Taiju.

This is my personal number, if you need anything just text me.

Have a goodnight. We will be contact soon.

You are quick to send back a message letting him know you got his messages. You place the statements on the table deciding to go through them tomorrow. You plug your phone in and do your night time routine then hop into bed.

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It’s been a couple months working as Taiju’s assistant and you wouldn’t change it for the world. He pays really nice, he lets you work on your time table (while still obviously getting things done on time), and he’s just really nice to you.

He’s brought you along on other finance jobs his business ends up facing because he trusts your judgement. With that, he’s also very protective. Since you’re in a male dominated field, the others are quick to look down on you but Taiju stops that right away.

Any time someone tries to say a degrading comment or insult your intelligence he is quick with a threat. Whether that be physical or business related. He is ALWAYS looking out for you.

Too bad he doesn’t know that your manager is making your life a living hell with the bars’ finances. Aiko doesn’t do his work, if he does it’s really bad and not even useful. So you’re doing everything by yourself while juggling other finance business Taiju is having you do and bartending.

You were thinking about telling Taiju one day about how Aiko is acting but ever since you heard him complain about snitches and how they only act out of personal gain, you decided to keep quiet. You know you can handle this so you’re not going to let Taiju down.

Plus Taiju has been so busy lately that he doesn’t exactly have the time to come to the bar and yell at Aiko. Or even try and look for a replacement. So it’s a lose-lose situation but you’re just happy you’re getting closer to Taiju.

Even tonight, Taiju invited you to a dinner with him and his siblings. You’ve met Hakkai and Yuzuha before at Taiju’s building and they are both super sweet. You can tell Taiju is the black sheep with his emotions in his family but that’s not your place so you keep quiet.

Taiju offered to pick you up tonight and take you to the restaurant. You found out from Yuzuha it is a super fancy one so you try and look your best with what you got. Yes, you get paid well from Taiju but you still were only a bartender for a couple years so you don’t exactly have anything super fancy to probably match the Shiba siblings.

You decide to slip on a red form fitting dress with some black heels. You put on your makeup and grab your purse. Which is actually a designer bag Yuzuha got you for your birthday.

You slip on some jewelry then hear a knock at your door. You quickly spray on perfume then go to greet Taiju.

You open your door and see Taiju is a plain black suit adjusting his watch. You greet him by saying a quick “Hey.” Once he hears you, he looks down at you and his eyes widen. He didn’t respond and it worries you.

“Uh did I not dress right? I think I have another dress I can change into if I need to. You know what here, come on in and I’ll change real quick.”

You turn around to go change but a callous hand grabs your wrist. You look back at Taiju who has a neutral expression. “No, it’s fine. Let’s go. Hakkai and Yuzuha are waiting.”

He drops your wrist then walks down the hall. You’re kinda bummed he didn’t compliment you, especially when you really tried to look your best for him. Guess he doesn’t see you that way.

You sigh and lock your door before catching up with Taiju who is waiting for the elevator. The ride down and the walk to his car is silent. He gets in the car and you follow suit. Once you two are buckled he starts the car and drives off.

Now this is just awkward you think to yourself. The drive to the restaurant is 30 minutes from your apartment and it’s only been 10 minutes into the drive. You’re starting to think Taiju invited you because Yuzuha forced him.

You sigh again and look out the window at the city. It’s rare you come into the city so you always admire it when you get the chance.

A couple minutes go by of you staring out the window then you’re caught off guard when Taiju asks you a question. “Do you like the city?”

You lean back into your seat and sneak a glance at Taiju. He’s still looking straight ahead not bothering to look at you. You start to wonder if you did something to him but you push that thought aside thinking about how you want to answer his question.

“Yes, to an extent. I love visiting it for a day or two and doing many things. But I definitely couldn’t live here. It’s super packed, I like my space and smaller areas. What about you, do you like the city?”

He’s thinks about his answer for a bit then responds, “I don’t really know. I guess I don’t have a preference. But I am here a lot for work so I know it like the back of my hand.”

You nod your head but once you realized the conversation was over and that nothing else was going to be said, you rolled your eyes and looked back out the window.

You’re starting to get mad now. He’s been acting so weird tonight. He’s normally so confident and cocky but now it seems he can’t even spend 5 minutes with you.

The rest of the drive was silent and quick. As soon as Taiju parked you got out of the car, maybe slamming the door a little harder than you should have. You look around the parking lot and actually see Yuzuha and Hakkai a little further down from you guys.

Not caring about Taiju you called out to Yuzuha and ran as fast as you could in your heels to hug her. She sees you coming and opens up her arms. You squeeze her tightly and smile. “Yuzuha! It’s been so long.”

She hugs you tightly back, “I know! I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t even been able to go out. I barely have time to go out and get groceries for the week.”

You release her and step back. “Oh girl I get it. Work has been crazy for me too. I’ve been pulling so many all nighters it’s insane.”

You feel a warmth at your back and hear that deep voice you’ve grown to love, “What do you mean? Has Aiko not been doing his work or has another job been too much for you?”

You realized what you said and quick to try and correct it, “No! I promise, I’m just a perfectionist. I look over everything multiple times and always change something.”

Taiju looks at you obviously not believing you. You think about how you can change the topic, so you turn back to Hakkai and Yuzuha, “The three of you look great! You guys have some really good genes.”

Yuzuha smiles, “Thank you. But you look beautiful too! Watch out Taiju, someone might try and steal her from you.”

Yuzuha gives him a look and Taiju glares at her. It seems like she’s trying to get a message across but you can’t exactly get what it is.

Hakkai stresses at the situation and pulls you towards him and gets between his siblings. “Okay that’s enough. Let’s go in and eat.”

Yuzuha smirks and ends the staring match and walks into the restaurant. Taiju still looks mad so you call out and ask “Are you okay?”

Taiju snaps back into the moment and looks at you, “Yeah I’m fine. Let’s go.” He reaches for your hands and links them together. He leads you inside the restaurant. You blush at the contact and just let him guide you to the table.

The server seats you four at a booth and Taiju pulls you into one side keeping you close. It seems what Yuzuha said to him really struck a nerve. It doesn’t make sense because why would you leave your job? There’s no need to.

You try to brush it off through the night but it’s hard when Taiju is always touching you in some way. Whether that be him holding your hand, laying his hand on your thigh, or having his arm around your shoulder.

Any time he switches how he is touching you, Yuzuha smiles. You think she’s trying to do something but it’s really hard to put your finger on it.

Hakkai then speaks up calling you name, “You said you’re a bartender too right?”

You excitedly answer, “Oh yeah I am!” You lose some enthusiasm while adding on, “But I don’t have too much time for it now. Anytime I get to do it now, I get really excited.”

“Well my birthday party is coming up soon, would you want to bartend for it? We’ve been having a hard time finding someone that can do it. I’ll even pay you.”

You lighten up but Taiju’s hold on your shoulder tightens, “Jesus Hakkai, I don’t want her to bartend your party.” He feels you shrink in on yourself and quick speaks up again, “I want her to be a guest and actually take a break like tonight. After her saying she’s been working long days the last thing I need to do is add more to her plate.”

“But Taiju, she just said she loves doing it whenever she gets the chance.”

Taiju stares down Hakkai, “What did I just say? I said no. That’s final.”

You look down and clench your dress, what is with him today? He’s making you so angry you could cry. You take a deep breath and quietly call Taiju’s name to get his attention.

You can feel his gaze on you and you continue, “I want to do it. I get you want me to take a break but I see bartending as a break. It’s something I’m good at and it brings me a lot of enjoyment. I haven’t gotten to do it in so long because of Aiko.” You look at Taiju and beg, “Please let me. I can even just do it for a little bit. I honestly don’t mind.”

Taiju is shocked but then furrows his brows, “What do you mean Aiko hasn’t let you?”

Shit. You slipped up again. “Him and I have been so busy with the statements that I haven’t gotten the chance. Remember we all agreed I could bartend until the finance part was done? He holds me to that, as he should.”

He stares at you, obviously not believing you but you can’t think of anything else to say. Taiju looks away and mumbles out a, “Fine. But you’re only doing it for 2 hours. Then the rest of the party you’re relaxing.”

You sit straight up with a big smile on your face and grab his hand that’s not on your shoulder and squeeze it with both of your hands, “Thank you Taiju!!” Taiju smiles lightly as you and nods.

The rest of night is spent catching up, exchanging stories and talking about Hakkai’s birthday party. Once you all finished eating and drinking, you all stand up and head to the front. Taiju slips his hand into yours guiding you.

Once you get to the front you let go of his hand and walk to the reception. You pull your wallet of your bag and before you can hand your card over a big hand grabs yours and pulls you back.

“What are you doing?” Taiju questions you.

“Um paying? You and your siblings always treat me so let me treat you three.” You really wanted to do this even though you know your bank account will be upset with you after this.

“No.” Taiju hands his black card to the receptionist. Once he paid, he lead you out to his car. “Taiju! I wanted to pay!”

Taiju rolls his eyes and takes off his suit jacket draping it over your shoulders, “No way in hell am I letting you pay for a dinner I fucking invited you to. Now let’s get you home. Tomorrow is going to be a long day especially since I’m going to be at the bar.”

You slide your arms into his sleeve jacket and it’s absolutely massive on you. You laugh and Taiju looks at you confused because nothing he said is funny.

You smile up at him still laughing, “It’s just, I knew you were bigger than me. But your suit jacket basically engulfs me. It’s almost as long as my dress.”

Taiju lets out a chuckle and starts walking. He looks over his shoulder, “But you’re still beautiful with it on.” He continues to walk expecting you to follow behind him.

You want to stand there shocked but the logical part of your brain tells you to move so you jog to catch up him. You wrap your arms around his arm and lean your head on his arm, “Thank you Taiju. That made my night.”

Taiju this time opens your door for you to get in and then shuts it and heads over to his side. He hops in and starts the car. Once he’s backed out he puts a hand on your thigh and rubs his thumb back and forth.

This time the silence is nice and not awkward. You’re both content with it and just enjoying each other’s company.

He pulls up to your apartment and parks. He helps you get out of the car then walks you back to your place.

You unlock your door and turn to him. You start to take off his suit jacket but he’s quick to stop you, “Keep it. Gives me a reason to come back.”

You nod and watch him back away and walk down the hall again while wishing you a goodnight. You want to leave him with something too. So you call out to him and jog to him.

You stand on your tiptoes, place one hand on his far cheek and pull his face down pressing a kiss to his near cheek. You step down and smile, “Goodnight Taiju. See you tomorrow.” You quickly walk back to your apartment and shut the door and lock it.

Your heart is racing out of your chest. You stand at your door for a bit trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself. After what feels like hours trying to ease your mind, you start your nighttime routine.

You lay and in bed and see a text from Taiju.

We aren’t finished princess. Especially not after your little stunt.

I can’t wait then handsome. ;)

You text back then turn your phone off not knowing how the conversation will go.

Taiju responded quickly.

Be ready for tomorrow then.

After you don’t respond he texts again.

Ignoring me now?

We will settle this tomorrow.

You wake up the next day to a phone call. You don’t bother to check who it is, “Hello?”

“HEY GIRL!!!”

You pull your phone from your ear, you know exactly who it is now. “Hey Jean. You know it’s still early right? And some people like to sleep in.”

“Oh yeah whoops. Anyways, you coming by the bar tonight?”

“Yeah but I’m not working it. I’m working with Aiko and Taiju with the finances. This is supposed to be the predictions for next year so we gotta make sure it’s perfect.”

“Ugh it’s been forever since you’ve worked at the actual bar!”

“I know, blame Aiko.”

“Ugh that guy is a piece of work. By the way how is he working with that stuff? The dude seems stupid.”

“Don’t even get me started Jean. He fucking doesn’t do shit. After Taiju left that night after making me his assistant guess what he said?”

“That he would have to try harder to sleep with you now?”

“Uh no. But this bitch has the audacity to say ‘I’m going to make your life a living hell. Just you count on it.’ Who the hell says that??? This lazy fuck doesn’t even do anything. I do it ALL myself then tries to take credit in front of Taiju. Oh girl it makes me SO mad.”

“Have you talked to Taiju about it?”

“No…”

Jean groans you name, “Why not?”

“Taiju hates snitches. The last thing I need is to add more to his plate. You think I’m busy? Think of my schedule but triple it, that’s his.”

“I don’t think he would be mad at you. Plus snitching and telling the truth is two different things. If he thought you were a snitch he wouldn’t have asked you to be his assistant and deal with a bunch of things.”

“True…”

“By the way, how are you and Taiju?”

“What do you mean?”

“DON’T LIE TO ME GIRL THERES SOMETHING THERE!!”

You sigh and tell her what happened last night and other little moments you two have had these past couple months.

“AH I KNEW IT!! He likes youuuuu.”

You roll your eyes, “Be serious. He probably is just a flirt.”

You are interrupted by your phone ringing again, you pull it from your ear and see it’s Taiju calling you.

“Hey Jean, I’ll call you back. Taiju is calling me, it could be important.”

“Got it! Don’t worry about calling me back I got some errands to run so I’ll see you tonight. Bye girl! Hopefully it’s just him trying to flirt with you!”

You hang up the call and pick up Taiju’s, “Hello?”

You hear him sigh, “Oh great you’re up.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No nothings wrong. It’s just I’m running all over the place today with meetings so I wanted to confirm the stuff with the bar tonight real quick before I go into another meeting.”

“Oh yeah sure. What’s the plan?”

“It’s just us going through the statements and comparing it to last years. I want to see if we are improving or declining. That’s where you come in with some finances throughout this year. If it’s on the rise I want to predict next years and try to aim higher.”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll bring everything, so just worry about showing up.”

“Thank you-“ Taiju goes silent for a second but you can hear some mumbling.

“You still there?”

“Yep.”

“Okay I have to go now. I’ll see you later beautiful.”

“See you later Taiju.”

He hangs up the call and you decide to get up and get ready. You hop in the shower and take your time washing yourself.

Once you’re done you decide to dress nice today so you wear a skirt and a blouse. You put on some makeup then decide to make yourself some lunch.

After you’re done eating you do the dishes. You see the time and realize you should get going to talk to Aiko about the finances so he doesn’t seem like an idiot and ruin everything in front of Taiju. You put some perfume on and slip on a pair of heeled boots then head out.

You walk in the bar and see Jean. “Hey Jean.”

She snaps her head around and sees you and runs over to you. She throws her arms around you, “Girl it’s been so long!”

“Yeah I know. But have you seen Aiko? I have to go over this stuff so it isn’t a shit show in front of Taiju.” You say breaking the hug.

Jean shakes her head, “Haven’t seen him yet girl.”

“Ughhh, I have to teach him this within the next two hours because that’s when Taiju is coming.”

Jean thinks, “Just sit in his office for now.” You nod and wave her off. You walk into his office and sit down. To kill time you look over everything. You highlight the pieces that will specifically help Taiju with what he wanted to cover.

An hour and half goes by and there walks in Aiko. He burps then looks at you, “Oh it’s you. What do you want?”

You glare at him. You try to think of a relatively nice way to say what you want but you get a text message.

Sorry pretty girl, running behind. Won’t be there probably for another hour or two.

That’s okay! Take your time, there’s no rush. I can stay however long you need me to.

I appreciate the thought but I also want to see you as soon as I can so I’m leaving soon.

Don’t force yourself handsome. I’ll be right here waiting for you.

That sounds heavenly.

Ugh I have to go again. See you later.

Bye bye.

You look at Aiko again who is just leaning back in his chair without a care in the world. “You’re so lucky he’s going to be late. Now I have time to teach you this.”

“Why do I need to know that shit? It ain’t my job and I frankly don’t care if you look like a complete idiot in front of Mr Taiju. It’ll knock you down a peg or two in that random confidence you got.”

“Do you forget that this is actually a part of your job? Taiju assigned this to both of us. If you don’t know this then he’ll know your lazy ass hasn’t done anything for 5 months.”

Aiko laughs, “I’ve worked with Taiju longer than you have. He will believe me, I can twist the story to have him see you’re the one that hasn’t done anything.”

You clench your fists, “I think you forget you piece of shit that we have completely different ways of organization. He knows yours and he knows mine. Taiju will see that all of this is my work.”

“You fucking whore! You’re sleeping with him aren’t you!”

“No I’m not-“

“Yes you are! That’s the only way he’d look in your ugly direction. How much are you paying him? Obviously not much since you’re stupid broke.”

“Aiko listen I’m not-“

He stands up and slams his hands on the table, “Listen here you little gold digger, you try to get in everyone’s pants like you did with mine. You’re a shit worker at the bar and only ever slowed down the routine. You only try to make yourself look good in front of people, like how you did when Mr Shiba came here the first time. You make everyone’s life a living fucking hell when you work with them.”

He snatches your papers off his table and rips them. You yell, “No please stop! Taiju needs those.”

“No he doesn’t because look.” Aiko pulls out statements and notes from his bag setting them on the table. “You’re the one not prepared, how will he react? You hyped up this whole big thing but now you know nothing and he’s going to be here soon. There goes your job slut. Know what! I can actually help with this. You’re fired! Get out. You are not allowed in this bar anymore.”

You freeze and that’s when you realize tears are now streaming down your face. You gulp, “What have you done?”

Aiko smirks, “Fired you. Now get out.”

The more you think about it, the more it all feels real. You never actually signed a contract with Taiju granting him the title of boss instead of Aiko. So Aiko can do as he pleases agreed in your contract. You just stand there not knowing what to say.

Little did you know Jean was standing outside the door and heard everything. She heard yelling and wanted to make sure you were okay. She wanted to barge in there and help but that would only make things worse.

The only one that can fix this is Taiju. She needed to find Taiju. Jean sprints from the office and looks around the bar. She looks at the front door and sees Taiju walk in.

She’s only seen him a couple times, not including the first time came here 5 months ago. Jean can tell he looks exhausted and just wanted to get this done. But she sadly has to add more to his plate.

She calls out “Mr Shiba!” Then runs up to him. Taiju looks down at her confused, “Jean is it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Is there something wrong?”

“You don’t even know! I bet you couldn’t even guess. But you need to fix it!”

Taiju looks confused, “I don’t know much about actual bars so I can’t fix something physically wrong with the bar. Isn’t that what Aiko is for?”

Jean rolls her eyes, “Ugh no sir!” She says your name, “Aiko fired her just now!”

Taiju stiffens and his voices lowers, “He what?”

Jean is quick to retell the story of what happened. Making sure to include the past 5 months of making your life hell.

Taiju sees red after hearing about everything. How could you have kept this from him? Why did you worry more about him than yourself?

He tries to calm himself down but it’s not working. He looks at Jean, “I’m going to kill that bastard. Don’t worry I’ll handle all of this.”

Taiju starts to walk to his office but Jean catches his arm, “Sir, she is crying. So worry about comforting her first. She really enjoys working for you and being around you. She doesn’t want it to end.” He just nods and walks to the office.

You continue to stand there crying not knowing what to do. You can’t even move, you’re frozen still. Aiko then walks over and roughly grabs your arm, “What the fuck did I tell you? Are you too fucked out in the brain to do a simple task?”

He drags you to the door and swings it open. You keep your eyes on the ground while he does all of this. Once the door is fully open you see a big pair of dress shoes.

You look up and see Taiju, he looks at you and sees your tear stained face. “Taiju…” you say softly with your voice cracking.

Taiju’s eyes widen and opens his mouth to try and say something but words are escaping him.

Aiko speaks up, “Oh Mr Shiba! Great timing. I just fired her because she hasn’t been doing anything. I was just seeing her out now.” He squeezes your arm tighter and you wince.

After Taiju hears you wince he lowly warns Aiko, “Let go of her right now.”

Aiko looks confused, “But sir-“

Taiju grabs his wrist tightly and squeezes it until there’s a cracking sound, “I fucking told you, to let go of her.”

Aiko let’s go of you and Taiju pushes you to the side so you’re not in his way. “Sir, I have been working hard and she hasn’t done shit! She’s a useless and incompetent gold digger-“

Taiju doesn’t let him finish before he’s grabbing him by the neck and slamming him against the far wall. “Don’t you DARE talk about her in such a way again.”

“How good is her pussy then? If it makes you act like a little bitch?”

Taiju winds up his fist and releases it against Aiko’s face. You hear sickening crunches. You think to yourself Taiju probably just broken every bone in his face.

Taiju winds up again and lets a couple more punches go. You walk over and grab his arm trying your best to hold him back. “Taiju, please stop.”

Taiju turns around to face you seeing you look sad but trying your hardest to stop him. “I know he did a lot of stuff, you obviously know if you reacted like this. But please stop. I appreciate you standing up from me but I think he learned his lesson.”

Taiju releases him and growls, “No he hasn’t. Aiko, you’re fired. Get the hell out of my bar, before I start punching you again and give you what you deserve.”

Aiko stumbles and grabs his stuff then walks out. Taiju walks out with him making sure he leaves. You decide to sit in a chair to calm down.

Taiju walks in a couple minutes later and crouches down in front of you. He rests one of his hands on your cheek and rubs his thumb back and forth. “You’re okay right? He didn’t hurt you?” He questions.

“Yeah I’m okay. He only grabbed my arm but it didn’t really hurt that bad.”

It’s silent for a couple minutes until Taiju calls your name, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You look at him then take a deep breath and lunge at him. Your momentum made him fall back on his butt while he holds on tight to you.

You hold onto him so tightly like he’s going to disappear any second. That makes his heart break. He’s not going to let ANYONE take you from him. He’s seen you hug other people but it’s never been this tight. He’s your comfort, he’s your safe place and that makes his heart race. It fills him with a warmth that he’s never really felt before.

He runs his hand up and down your back, “I’m right here. Take your time. It’s just you and me.”

After you calm down and he feels you relax you speak up, “I didn’t want to burden you. You already have so much on your plate and you work so hard. I thought if I can handle this by myself and not have any problems then it was okay.” You clench on him tighter, “I was also afraid you would think I was a snitch. I don’t want to be apart from you Taiju. I love working for you and being around you.”

You pull yourself back and look at him, you place one hand on his cheek. He is quick to place on of his hands in yours. You clear your throat, “Taiju, I fell for you. I didn’t want to lose you. If I did my heart would shatter. I just want to be with you and at the time I thought that was the only way I could stay with you. Even if you didn’t feel the same way, just being able to work for you makes me happy. That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

Taiju and you just stare at each other. Taiju mumbles, “Fuck it.” Then surges up and connects your lips. The hand that was on yours goes to the back your head to keep you close. Your hand that was on his cheek slides down to his chest and clenches his shirt.

You feel all the passion and love he is putting behind this. He has obviously felt the same this entire time. You both need air so you two disconnect.

You pant heavily while looking at Taiju. He’s smirking at you and you just laugh and connect your foreheads. You play the ends of the hair, “I don’t have the sheets anymore. He ripped them up.”

Taiju rolls his eyes, “We are not talking about that right now. We can worry about that another day this week. Right now we are just going to enjoy each other.”

You peck his lips real quick, “I am perfectly happy with that.”

“Do you want to make me a drink?”

You push yourself to sit straighter, “Are you serious?” You look deep into his eyes. Taiju rolls his eyes, “Yes I’m serious. After today I need a serious drink.”

You jump off of him and grab his hand, “Follow me then! Maybe later we can do something else to relax you.”

Taiju lets out a deep laugh, “I love how you think pretty girl.”