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[cdragons]

Fuck Everything, But Mostly Fuck You - Part 2

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Summary: You have never, EVER, in a million years hated anyone the way you hated Felix fucking Catton. But silver linings exist in the sticky toffee pudding Mrs. Gavey made for you.

Warnings- MDNI 18+, Sex, Felix is Felix (a ho), Reader finally eating some good fucking food, Michael is Michael, Farleigh is Farleigh, Oliver is Oliver (a creep), alternating POVs between characters, and author has spent too much time researching Oxford crap for this mess for a crack fic to be a crack fic

Author's Note: BRUH??? HOW DID I GET SO MANY NOTES IN PART 1??? Everyone has been so wonderful and supportive. I received so many questions and comments, which have all been great! Thank you for reading this story, and I hope that this part lives up the first one. Also, this is technically a Christmas fic bc it just fits with the story's timeline. I would like to thank Grammarly for catching all my grammatical errors 🥲, @ethereal-athalia for enabling my crazy ideas 🥰, and @valeskafics for providing me Saltburn smut when I catch myself thirsting 😇

Christmas Eve - Saltburn 2006

“Oh! Oh – y-yes, yes, yes! FUCK!”

Fucking the girl underneath so hard to the point where she likely saw stars. Meanwhile, Felix was trying to finish as soon as possible.

“So big! God, you’re so fucking big – FUCK!”

He brought her to his room and in his bed because he thought her hair just barely matched yours, and if he didn’t think too much about it – her voice sounded a bit like yours too.

But he made a mistake.

The girl – whatever her name was – sounded nothing like you. Her hair was nowhere near as pretty and shiny as yours, and her nails were fucking long and sharp that they were digging for his blood. Her makeup too – fucking hell, it was like she trying out for the opera with how much she caked onto herself.

Every time Felix saw you – whether in the library or under a tree – your nails were trimmed short. And from what he remembered, you didn’t plaster yourself in cheap cosmetics.

No, you never needed to. Your style of choice was simpler and more elegant than most girls he knew, including his sister, Venetia. Granted, he loved his sister to bits and pieces, but the girl loved her spray tan in the winter.

But worst of all – she didn’t have your eyes. Her gaze was too mindless and soft, a mix of adoration and unparalleled lust. Your eyes held vivacious rage and

“Felix?” What’s-Her-Face asked. “You okay?”

Fuck, he was getting soft.

Closing his eyes, Felix knew the only way he would get to finish was to think of you. He thought about the last time he saw you. He remembered how hard the wind blew and how cold it was that night. He felt himself harden at the memory of how alive your eyes were right before and after you broke his nose. His back still had the welts from the blows of your notebook. Every time he saw them in the mirror, he would lovingly stroke each bruise because they were the only evidence that you were real.

That you weren’t just a figment of his imagination.

Letting his mind run wild, Felix imagined you here instead of this imposter. He’d imagine you on top – no way a woman like you would let anyone be on top, not even him. Fuck, you’d be the most wild thing ever to exist, he’s sure he’d let you do anything to him.

His heart, his soul – whether you cared for him or wished to crush him under your shoe – everything of his would be yours.

He wondered if you were the type to be into using a riding crop.

Regaining his vigor with his eyes still closed, he imagined you riding him until oblivion. Your breasts would fit perfectly in his hands as you would still be bouncing on his cock. Your head would be thrown back, and his eyes would roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your pussy tightening.

Oh God, he was going to blow.

Quickening his pace, the girl that wasn’t you was full-on howling in unbridled pleasure. When she climaxed, he could finally let go and come. Ropes of his cum spilled into the condom as he shouted out your name.

Falling to his side, he hadn’t bothered to check if Lady Not You remained in the sheets. It didn’t matter if she did; Felix was too exhausted to care. Finally feeling like he could rest, he fell into a dream about the day he felt his life truly begin – the day he met you.

First Week of Oxford University Michaelmas Term of 2006

Felix remembered the first time he saw you – it was after the first week since the term began. He and his mates were fucking around in Radcliffe, and the old bag running the desk was having a cow with them. He was bored out of his mind when all of a sudden – he spotted you on the upper level. You wore dark wash blue straight-leg jeans with rolled-up cuffs and white high-top Converse sneakers. It looked like your shirt must have been at least a decade old, given how the black-dyed cotton was faded to dark gray, and the paint looked cracked and chipped. Your thick locks were gathered in a loose but simple braid. Unlike everyone else, your eyes weren’t focused on him – but on the structure and life around him.

He had to know more.

Slipping a tenner to one of his friends to cause a distraction, he used the diversion to make his way to your spot on the second floor. Having a closer view, you were the most vividly gorgeous creature he had ever laid his eyes upon. He was worried that his movement toward you would alert you of his presence, and you would only scurry off – and away from him. But judging by the slight bobbing of your head, you wouldn’t be able to hear him since you were listening to whatever was playing through your earbuds.

All the better for him to keep observing you.

As he inched closer, his eyes caught the tiny wisps of your hair that weren’t contained by your messy braid, creating a lovely frame of your face while also bringing out the shine in your eyes. You had a simple gold chain around your neck with a circular locket hanging. From the side, Felix could faintly distinguish the words “Bon Jovi” in blue cracked paint and “1989” underneath a skull wearing red aviators.

He didn’t know who the fuck Bon Jovi was, but clearly, he was someone pretty fucking important to you.

But what captured Felix’s interest was how engrossed you were with the scene unfolding underneath you. Your eyes very rarely broke away from the view – only to quickly glance at the hardcover sketchbook you balanced on the white-painted railing. Whenever you glanced down at your sketch, Felix could see how long and thick your eyelashes were. Each time you blinked, it was like his mind broke down the movement of your eyelids frame by frame as if he were editing a Garry Marshall film. He wished he could be your cheek at that moment. If only to feel the gentle flutter of your lashes’ touch. Deep in your concentration, your lips were slightly pursed in a way that brought out their luscious fullness.

He couldn’t help but imagine how they would look around his cock. If he came inside your mouth, he was sure that some of his spunk would leak past your lips before you tried your best to swallow it down.

He was so lost in the fantasy of you and him that he hadn’t realized you had been calling out to him. Breaking out of his reverie, he looked down to see you right before him. And you looked downright pissed at him.

“Hey! HEY!” you exclaimed while waving your hand to his face to catch his attention.

You were American. How adorable.

“If you could stop staring at me like a fucking serial killer, I think your ‘mates’ are trying to get your attention.”

You pointed your finger at his group of friends still on the first floor. It seemed that they successfully drove away the grounds' warden. The old bat was now fixated on putting away all the returned or misplaced books on the shelves.

Must have been Farleigh’s idea.

Anyway, back to you.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Hey, can I get your –” but you were gone by the time he turned back to you.

Instead, he found himself alone on the second floor. He quickly glanced around to see if you had just moved to a different area. But you were gone. Racing the stairwell, hoping to catch up to you, he found that you had already walked too far for him to call you out without seeming completely desperate.

Except that he was.

He watched you walk away – shoulders back, posture straight, and head held high – and thought at how utterly unfair it was to him that you walked away from him so beautifully without giving him your number, or at least your name.

Felix woke up in a dark room; he was confused as to why the maids hadn’t drawn curtains – until he realized that Mum had likely sent them for their holiday after the party was finished.

It's too bad that he wasn’t there to see everyone out like a good son. But he wouldn’t beat himself over about it too much – chances were that his parents were also hungover off their asses too. He didn’t even want to imagine V’s state right now.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Felix dug into his closet to find whatever someone wore the morning after fucking a completely faceless stranger to scratch an itch meant for someone else. In the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a little note on his nightstand. Swiftly plucking it with two fingers, he could barely make out the words written in swirly cursive.

My name’s Cassie. Just thought you should know for next time. Call me: XXXX-XXXXXXX 💋

Felix scoffed before tossing the dingy paper to the floor – destined to be forgotten before the next hour came – before locking himself in the bathroom to take a piss and wash off the smell of booze and cigs off his skin.

By the time he was finished, it was probably close to noon. He would have made his way down to the kitchens to fix something up – but he was immediately met with Farleigh as soon as he stepped out of the doorway. Bastard startled him up so bad that he practically jumped a foot off the ground.

“Fucking – really, Farleigh?” he asked. “Practically gave me a heart attack first thing in the morning.”

“It’s almost one so that ship has sailed.” He quipped back. “Aunt Elspeth and Uncle James were quite distraught when their golden son wasn’t seen by any of the guests when the party ended. It wasn't good when the Carltons’ daughter was gone for almost an hour. But at least she returned to her loving parents’ arms by the time it was to go home.”

Farleigh shot his cousin a curious look.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you? I’m pretty sure her name was Cassandra.”

Felix just shrugged.

“Don’t know about any Cassandras. Fucked a Cassie last night, though.”

Farleigh snorted a laugh as they went to the kitchens to see if any food was prepared.

“Merry Christmas, indeed.”

A few minutes of companionable silence passed before Felix asked his cousin something important.

“Hey, do you think she’s thinking about me?”

“Cassie or Cassandra? Because the answer’s probably yes anyway.”

“No, not them. Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

Farleigh immediately stopped. He genuinely wondered how Felix managed to get into Oxford sometimes. Sure, he was a legacy kid, but the line had to be drawn somewhere.

“You really think,” he slowly began, “that the girl who dragged you out of the library in front of everyone, broke your nose, beat you bruised with only her flimsy-ass notebook – because you ruined her painting – would be thinking about you?”

Judging by the look in his cousin’s eyes, yes. Sighing at the incredulity of it all, Farleigh could only shake his head before finding something to eat and drink away the migraine he could feel was coming.

Watching his cousin walk away from him, Felix knew he thought he was fighting a losing battle. But he wasn’t too worried. Everything would change during the upcoming term. Oxford was its own world – broken away from everything else. All that mattered to anyone in Oxford was this world's history, present, and future. And now – as it was made clear now to Felix – you were also part of that world. He would get to find you again and make sure to bring you to the point where you would look for him the way he would look for you.

Still, a selfish part of Felix hoped that you were even just the slightest bit miserable being away from him as he was being away from you.

Manchester, December 2006

You were having the time of your life.

Michael invited you to his home in Manchester for Christmas to spend the holidays with his family. You refused, at first, the idea of being a burden to your best friend during a time when it should be spent with family. Michael liked to put up a big front, but you knew that he was just as – if not more – excited to spend Christmas with his folks than you were before the “incident.”

But he insisted, and you could not have been more grateful for the invitation. But you wish you were a tad bit more graceful with your reaction when he first brought it up.

Oxford Dining Hall December 2006

You were angrily shoveling pasta into your mouth at the time. Sadly, the appallingly bland marinara sauce paired with the overcooked spaghetti and dry meatballs was the university's most flavorful dish.

“Come home with me.” He told you one evening during dinner time at the dining hall.

Caught off guard, you half-choked on the mountain of overcooked noodles in your mouth. Immediately, you reached for your glass of water to wash it down and to prevent a truly horrifically dull death.

“What?” you croaked out.

“Come with me to my house for Christmas.” He clarified, utterly unfazed by your near death. “Come on, you’ve been complaining to me all week about not being able to fly back for the holidays. And no one should have to spend Christmas eating whatever slop they’ll end up serving.”

“Michael,” you began, “I am not going to impose on your family like that. And you seemed to have forgotten one key detail: I can’t leave until I re-do the painting.”

“So, come over after you finish,” he reasoned, “I know you remember what to do, and that already cuts the time you originally spent on it in half. You won’t need a whole month to do it again, so come over when you finish. Plus, you don’t have your other classes to worry about.”

You knew that he was right – he was right about a lot of things – but the offer still made you uncomfortable. Scholarship student or not, you were no one’s charity case. If there was one thing you hated more than being underestimated, it was being pitied by people who didn’t know you. That wasn’t the case with Michael, but the feeling made you feel small.

You hated feeling small.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I would be imposing on your family. Your mom’s a nurse, right? She’s probably been looking forward to your homecoming for ages now. Informing her that she should be expecting a complete stranger, who would be staying for two weeks, would be a huge burden on her. She shouldn’t have that kind of stress burdening her during the holidays.”

He rolled his eyes at your concern.

“Don’t be a drama queen. I already have one in my life, and I’m genetically attached to her. And you’re hardly a stranger. Mum’s always asking when you would be visiting anyway. She’s worried if you’re eating enough or getting enough sleep. She’s a bit looney like that.”

You shot your friend a glare. He was trying way too hard to keep a cool, nonchalant façade. Michael Gavey was a total sucker for his family but in the sweetest way. During the long study sessions that stretched into the night, Michael’s defenses were lowered, and you could get more information about his life and home.  

His mom was a Manchester Royal Infirmary nurse practitioner, while his dad was an accountant at Pearl Lemon. They met at a coffee shop. He was working as a barista to pay off his student loans, and she was a nurse just starting her residency. He wowed her with his terrible jokes, and she charmed him with her infectious smile, and the rest was history. Three years into their marriage, baby Mikey was born, with the addition of his baby sister Lilypad a decade later.

When you remained silent, Michael knew your stubbornness would give him endless headaches. But you were his best friend, the only person he saw worth befriending in the infinite sea of prats and slags that overpopulated their university. You laughed at his shitty jokes, and he snorted at yours. You would try to trip him up with out-of-pocket sums; he’d laugh when he answered them before your calculator. You had his back when some rugby bloke pushed him around, and he had yours when some fake tanned bitch called you a tramp.

“Look, I can’t promise it’ll be anything like your home. I know you miss your mum’s cooking and your dad’s drunk stories. But my parents already made me promise that I would get you to visit because it’s Christmas and no one should be alone and you’re going to die without me here and blah blah blah. Just say you’ll come? Lil’ will murder me if you don’t come. She’s been dying to hear all about the Great Apple and Broadway.”

“…It’s actually called the Big Apple.”

Your comment brought a loud and rather unattractive snort to leave his mouth. And the chuckle that came after brought a small and tentative smile on you.

“Look, are you coming or not?”

You had to admit, the invitation sounded welcoming. You were dying to put faces on the people that made Michael Gavey, well, Michael Gavey. He rarely talked about his family, but his tone was warm and soft when he did. It was such a sweet contrast to the snarky little shit you were used to, and so temptation won in the end.

“…Fine.” You agreed after dragging out the tension. “But I am bringing presents for all your family members, and you have to help me. And any funds that were spent on me are going to be paid back before summer. Got it?”

A true, genuine smile crept across Michael’s face.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“…Will I be seeing any baby pictures of you?”

“Don’t push it.”

You weren’t sure what exactly to expect from Michael’s family – maybe they were wonderful, or maybe the idea of an American that hailed from a city with some of the highest crime rates in the US gave them hives – but you were sure that you wouldn’t be alone if Michael were with you. Safe to say, your expectations were set way too low.

His dad's arms immediately enveloped Michael after you two exited at your stop and the station. You had always assumed most British father figures to be a bit cold and distant, but it seemed that stereotype didn’t apply to his dad. You went in for a handshake but were also caught in a warm hug. You introduced yourself while expressing your gratitude to him and his wife’s generosity.

“Oh no, please,” he insisted, “please call me Greg. Mr. Gavey was my father’s name, and I don’t think I’ve grown that many wrinkles yet.”

When you arrived at his home, it was a medium-sized red brick building in the suburbs. After entering the door and Greg announcing your arrival, quick footsteps ran down the stairs, and a young girl with golden honey curls in pajamas and a pink tutu ran to Michael.

“MIKEY!” she exclaimed. “YOU’RE HOME! Did you miss me? Why did it take you so long? You said your tests were done by the third. It’s the fifteenth today!”

“Lily, Lily,” Michael breathily laughed, “calm down. Of course, I missed you. But I had to wait for my friend because she’s hopeless with directions.”

“That is not true!” you blurted. “It’s not my fault I come from a grid system!”

“Anyway, this is my very good friend, Y/N L/N. Y/N L/N, this is my little sister, Lily.”

Lily turned to you with a big smile and curtsied like a perfect ballerina.

“Hello! My name is Lily! I’m eight, but I’ll be nine in April!”

You almost squealed at how adorable the sight was. You crouched down and mirrored her smile.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Lily! I’m Y/N, and I’m turning nineteen this coming b/m! Your brother here told me so much about you.”

“He did?” she asked with wide eyes.

“He did! He told you how smart you are in math and that you’re an amazing ballerina.”

Lily shyly looked down as a massively cute blush bloomed on her cheeks.

“I wanna be good at sums like Mikey. That way, I can help Daddy with his work like Mikey did when he was my age.”

“Ok!” interjected ‘Mikey,’ cheeks equally flushed at the slipped detail from his baby sister. “Time to find Mum. She in the kitchen?”

“Yep! She’s making roast chicken and mash with peas!” She turned to you. “Is Y/N allergic to anything?”

“Nope!” you replied, “Only dust, but I’m pretty sure that won’t be in the dishes.”

Meeting Michael’s mom – who was absolutely gorgeous, by the way – was another huge highlight of the break so far. Hearing you three entering the kitchen, she immediately turned off the stove and dashed over to hug you and her son.

“Oh, Y/N!” she warmly greeted you. “I’m so happy that you were able to come. Michael has told me so much about you. Have you adjusted well in Oxford? The time difference isn’t putting too much strain on you, is it? You both look so skinny – are they feeding you at all at that school?”

“Careful, Mum. You might scare her off.”

You shot him a mocking glare before answering his mother.

“Don’t be mean! And I think I’ve adjusted well enough to the university. Jet lag wasn’t too much of an issue because my parents made sure I moved into my dorm early and adjusted to the time zone changes before classes started. The food they serve at the dining halls doesn’t compare to homecooked meals, so I haven’t had much of an appetite. But after walking into the kitchen, I think I’ll be able to regain it once I have your cooking!”

“Oh, you are so sweet! I’ll let you get settled. Greg and I cleaned up the guest room for you. It’s next to Lilypad’s room. She’s excited to hear any stories you have about New York. It’s just on the second floor at the end of the hall.”

Walking back to the entrance to grab your bags, you were just in earshot of Michael and his mom’s conversation.

“Michael! Why didn’t you tell me she was so beautiful! I thought she was a model from Vogue when she first walked in! Are you sure nothing’s going on between you two? Should I expect any grandchildren in the near future?”

“Mum!” he loudly groaned as you softly chortled.

Christmas with the Gaveys was so much fun. You played a dozen board games. Michael was a beast in Poker and Uno while you cleared the board with Scrabble and Black Jacks. Mrs. Gavey was a fantastic cook – you couldn’t remember the last time you had any meal that had more than salt as a seasoning since coming to England. You tried sticky toffee pudding for the first time – you almost cried at that first bite. Everyone was so warm to each other and showered one another with so much love. Most of the neighbors watched Michael grow up, and many shared his childhood stories. It reminded you a lot of the Christmases at your parents’ apartment back in Queens.

The community and camaraderie- it was like you were back at home with your family. Your mom would pick up a roast duck from Peking Duck Sandwich Stall in Flushing while you and your dad would go to Eileen’s to wait in line to pick up your favorite cheesecake. The building would have a huge potluck on Christmas Eve, and everyone would bring a dish. Your neighbor, Mrs. Wong, would bring out everything necessary to make her famous dumplings. Everything was made from scratch. You and the kids of the building would learn how to wrap the fillings in the wrappers while the adults made the wrappers and fillings. You would play White Elephant with the other kids on Christmas Day, which usually ended in a fistfight.

You still missed home. You missed your parents and cat. You missed making cookies with your parents because Christmas was the only time when both of them had time off from work. While his school was still on break, you and your dad would take advantage of your mom’s employee benefits and watch a bunch of live Broadway shows.

When your parents skyped you, you cried after seeing their faces for the first time in so long. School was so stressful, and you were starting to regret traveling so far when you could have easily gone to a school so much closer to home. You tried your best to reschedule your flight, but round-trip flights were expensive, and they increased exponentially during the holidays.

You cried for an hour after seeing the prices online.

But thanks to Michael, you felt so much less alone than you would have if you had stayed at Oxford for the entire break. You introduced him to your parents during the call, and they loved him. It was such a massive relief that they liked your friend, especially because of how much his friendship meant to you. When he left the room, your parents basically forced you to ensure he would come with you to stay with you when you returned for the summer. They were shocked when you told them he had never had fresh jianbing or a decent slice of pizza. After the call, you were confident they were making a list of every store and stall you and Michael would visit during his visit.

Classic Queens’ family behavior – showing love by forcing food down your throat whether you like it or not.

At the moment, you were at the window in your room and looking at the moon. It was about three in the morning, and the rest of the household was asleep.

Well – everyone except one.

Michael had crept in about half an hour ago, and the two of you were just looking at the stars. You hadn’t expected to see so many – you could only see the lights from planes and aircraft at night back home. There wasn’t any talking, only comforting silence. The scene outside your window with the fresh snow on top of the rooftops and ground. Each house had a slight outline of their Christmas tree lights shining from their lower windows.

Your fingers itched for your pencil and sketchbook to immortalize it.

Ever so softly, Michael broke the silence while looking at you.

“So,” he began, “how would you rate your first English Christmas in the Gavey Household?”

You looked back at him with the biggest smile that Michael had ever seen on you.

“Ten out of ten. Would pay to see lightsaber reenactment again.”

If there was a God out there, you prayed for the coming term to be as wonderful as this holiday had been for you.

Suburban Prescot, Liverpool December 2006

In a well-established suburban home in Prescot, a short boy with crystal blue eyes and inky black hair locked himself in his room. The noise and babble from downstairs gave him a headache. He hated his parents. He hated his sisters. He hated being invisible and being from nowhere.

He had to get out of here.

In his backpack, a photo of a specific heir of a manor was safely tucked in the bottom. The new term was going to be different for him. He would make sure of it.

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[blackfangedreaper]

🍑!LUFFY HEADCANNONS

Summary: Headcannons of luffy and his darling giving him peaches every season

Pairings: Peach lover!luffy x Black reader

Warning: Fluff💞, suggestive content, grammatical errors. MDNI.

Note: Had this in my notes since forever. Anyways ive decided to write for both opla luffy and inaki cause manz is too cute.

Taglist: @closet-degenerate @sanjisblackasswife @luffyinlove @roronoaswifey @euphofic @itzgabz22

🍑 Noone really knew how his obsession for the butt-shaped fruit started but the most noticeable period was when a crate of them were delivered to sunny with a 'For luffy' tag on it after eating the fruit he suddenly ran into the kitchen demanding to grow a peach tree on sunny, urging nami to free up some space. "It's not like your tangerines taste all that nice anyways." He left the kitchen sulking and with a big red bump on his head but with burning determination.

🍑 But this ain't about no fruit! This is about your big fat ass and luffy's weird fixation on it. Hates to see you leave but loves to watch you walk away, his eyes watching your ass jiggle and bounce when you pass by. And don't get him started on those short shorts you wore that one time. Got a beating when he suddenly had his hands shoved up your shorts. "I'm sworry, it jiwggled swo mwuch i thwought it'd fwall wout"

🍑 You once sent luffy a peach plushie because of his peach-phase oh ho big mistake, he took it round the sunny showing everyone and telling them how it reminded him of your butt. It was half his size and so soft he could sink inside, so when he was sad or missed your presence he would wrap his rubber arms around it a million times and cuddle into it. "Sigh.... Feels just like Y/n."

🍑 Luffy loves how you randomly grind on him, this usually happens when the your listening to songs on the radio and squabbling with ussop on who can rap faster, you just start rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the music and gosh he trys not to groan at your unconscious grinding but he can't help but hold your waist and grind back into you. This turns into another love making session. "You started it! So you don't get to run!"

🍑 As much as he adores taking you from the from the front just to see your lewd expressions during intercourse, he's more enamoured with watching your ass form ripples and bounce with the force of his thrusts, plus don't get him started on them stretch marks and cellulite, he thinks it's super sexy you have those. Loves to trace and suck on them leaving his marks and bites on every single one. "So pretty! Can i leave more- ouch! That hurt!!"

🍑 Loves it when you get an attitude, that way he can plow you from the back with no mercy. Your butt against his lower abdomen and your soft thighs pressing against his. His hard and firm grip on your waist keeping you steady from his relentless and brutal thrusts. The soft feeling of your watery behind against his strong hips will forever be one of the best feelings; apart from being inside you. "Yeah.. Just like that. So pretty!"

🍑 Loves to cup your cheeks, lift them up, release then watch it bounce back to place, is totally obessed with the way they dance around before settling down. You usually don't mind but he does this spontaneously leaving you to scold him relentlessly; that only stirs him up by the way, so you've given up letting him do as he pleases. "Haha! What is this?! it's just like water!"

🍑 Once tried the whipping cream stuff.... Yeah it went too well you had to ban it entirely cause, one; he wanted to eat it off your ass all the time, two; Swears your ass is jello, an apparent reason why he bites too hard sometimes, three; sanji's starting to get suspicious cause luffy manages to finish one can of whipping cream each session. Yeah never again. "Come on just one more time!" Ok maybe not, you can't say no to the adorable goof ball

🍑 Loves to lay on your back side. Indoors, outdoors, on the the deck or on your beach chair anywhere you can name on sunny he'll find you. Loves how his big head sinks in, your cheeks cradling his face in a loving embrace. Laughs when you try to shake him off cause he thinks it's a game. Has had naps on you and swears it's the best sleep he gets. Tends to smack you if you move too much. "Hey! Stay still i'm tryna sleep!"

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

He Suddenly Became a Plushie!?

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

One late night.

I suddenly woke up and shifted in bed.

Mai: "Hm? Kanetsugu?"

Kanetsugu: "You're awake? It's still before dawn. Go back to sleep."

I heard Kanetsugu's voice from the other side of the folding screen.

(He's still working.)

(He must be really busy. We haven't slept together for a few days.)

(I should at least see his face.)

With that thought, I headed in his direction.

Mai: "Huh!?"

Kanetsugu: "I told you to sleep."

A plush toy that looked just like him was sitting on the writing desk.

Mai: "Um, wait, huh? WHAT!?"

Kanetsugu: "Are you alright? Calm down for a moment."

Mai: "There's no way I can calm down, even if you tell me to! Could this be a dream?"

Kanetsugu: "Unfortunately, it's not a dream."

Kanetsugu: "I don't know why, but after finishing my duties and returning to the room, I suddenly felt dizzy."

Kanetsugu: "Next thing I knew, I had turned into this doll-like thing you see before you."

(So the plushie talking in front of me right now is...)

Mai: "Are you really Kanetsugu?"

Kanetsugu: "It's understandable that you would make that face, but I'm really Kanetsugu Naoe."

Still dumbfounded, the plushie deftly turned the pages of a book with its short arms.

Mai: "What are you doing?"

Kanetsugu: "I'm reading a book on Onmyodo that was in the room. If it's caused by some curse, it might be helpful."

Kanetsugu: "I plan to go to the archives tomorrow to see if there are any other clues."

Mai: "Then I'll help too!"

Kanetsugu: "No need. I'll handle this myself. You should go to bed."

Mai: "I can't just sleep when it's such a big deal for you! Besides, I'm completely awake now."

Mai: "If you need more books, I can go to the archives and get them."

Kanetsugu: "Don't be stupid. If you start moving around at this hour, someone in the castle might hear the noise and cause a commotion."

Kanetsugu: "If you want to help, you should stay put and wait for dawn instead of moving recklessly now."

Kanetsugu: "Besides, if someone were to see me in this state, they might mistake me for some kind of monster."

He spoke briskly in his usual manner, but seeing him move his short arms and walk with his round feet made me smile.

(Crap. It's too cute. I can't even focus on what he's saying. And to be honest...)

Mai: "I want to touch it."

Kanetsugu: "………"

Kanetsugu: "When you say you want to touch it, you mean me?"

(Did I say that out loud!?)

Mai: "Sorry. I know it's inappropriate at a time like this, but..."

Mai: "You're so cute that I just want to touch you a little."

Kanetsugu: "........."

Mai: "I'm sorry, I guess that's too much to ask."

Kanetsugu: "Do as you like."

Mai: "What? Really!?"

Kanetsugu: "It's not like it’ll hurt me."

Mai: "Then I'll take you up on that offer."

Before he could change his mind, I picked up his small body.

He was softer than I expected and as light as a feather.

Mai: "Hehe, so cute."

Kanetsugu: "Hey, don't pet me too much."

Mai: "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

(I can still smell his scent even in this form.)

Drawn by the sweet smell brushing past my nose, I buried my face in his fluffy body.

Kanetsugu: "Oi, time's up."

Mai: "Huh, already?"

Kanetsugu: "You were the one who said 'just a little,' remember?"

Mai: "Oh, right. Then, just a little longer."

Kanetsugu: "Get a grip. I might look like a doll, but I'm still a grown man inside."

Mai: "I know, but I just want to adore the cute you for a bit longer!"

Kanetsugu: "Hey!"

Ignoring him, I rubbed my cheek against him, causing him to start squirming in my hands.

Kanetsugu: "Stop it, Mai."

Mai: "Waah! Why are you suddenly struggling? Did I hurt you?"

Kanetsugu: "No."

Mai: "Then, do you dislike being touched?"

Kanetsugu: "That's not it either."

Mai: "Then, why...?"

I pulled my face away, and he hesitated for a moment before continuing.

Kanetsugu: "I can't hold you in this form."

Mai: "What?"

Kanetsugu: "No matter how small my body becomes, the desire within me doesn't disappear. If anything, it feels like torture." 

Kanetsugu: "If you keep touching me like this, I don't know what I might do."

Mai: "........."

His soft, fluffy hand gently touched my cheek. My cheeks grew slowly hotter as I saw the familiar warmth in his round eyes.

(Even now, he still wants to touch me.)

Kanetsugu: "If you understand, stop teasing me. I—"

Mai: "Kanetsugu!"

Overwhelmed with happiness and love, I hugged him tightly.

Kanetsugu: "Didn't you hear me? I said stop this."

Mai: "I heard you, but I don't care. Just knowing you feel this way makes me happy."

Mai: "I love you!"

Driven by a surge of emotion, I kissed him.

The next moment—

Mai: "Whoa!?"

Kanetsugu: "----!"

He started to shine brightly, and I closed my eyes instinctively against the dazzling light.

Realizing I had let go of him, I quickly opened my eyes.

Mai: "Ah!"

Kanetsugu: "………"

Standing before me was Kanetsugu, his violet eyes gazing at me.

Mai: "You turned back to normal!"

Kanetsugu: "Yeah, it seems so."

Mai: "Thank goodness! But to think that a kiss could turn you back is like a fairy tale. Huh?"

Just as I sighed in relief, he pushed me gently yet firmly onto the futon.

Mai: "Um, Kanetsugu, this is..."

Kanetsugu: "I warned you repeatedly. I told you not to provoke me any further."

Kanetsugu: "You said you don't care what I might do, so don't regret underestimating me later."

Mai: "Mmm..."

He kissed me deeply, his grip on my arm restricting my movement.

His body, now human, felt entirely different from his plush form.

(I could never regret this.)

(Being held by him again makes me happy.)

As his kisses trailed over my body, I surrendered to his love, losing myself in the moment.

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[airis-ray]

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Seems I finally need an introduction post :)

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This is my main Tumblr account and everything is mixed up here: glamours, gposing, housing, simple screens, tag games etc. Nevertheless, my main passion is glamour and gpose. So, it seems that all this needs to be categorized somehow.

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[yurinaa-world]

Helloo! This is my first time asking for a HC, sorry if ther's grammatical error here hshshshs.

Can i get some Vash x Enemy! reader crumble? So basically, Reader is one of Knives allies but turns out they choose to stay along with Vash!

I think that's all, HAVE A GREAT DAYYʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧

Characters: Vash x Gender-Neutral Reader

Synopsis: with reader that a part of Gung-Ho-Guns (Knives ally)

Warnings: fluff at the end, some spelling errors, mention of the reader almost killing him.

𝒱𝒶𝓈𝒽 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒾𝒹 𝒯𝓎����𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓃"

At first, when he met you after the close call where you had almost killed him by shooting him in the stomach and chest, he escaped your grasp once again. What a pity, isn't it?

The next time you had the fortune to meet the blonde man once again, to his dismay, while he’s talking to a couple of kids, your shadow overwhelms them with kids looking at you before he looks back at himself to see who you are, and his eyes widen at you before you smile at him.

"Seems like you're having fun, Stampede; it would be shame if something happened," you smile before he gets up and tells the kids that he’ll play with them another time before they leave to play without him before he looks at them with a fearful expression, "what wrong, you look so scared of me, your whole body is shaking." You smirked.

He begged not to do anything to this town; do whatever you want to him, just leave them alone, please. Well, you let him go and this town since you would rather not waste your time.

After meeting Vash a couple more times and being stuck in a lawsuit together, doubts start to sink in. What if you made a grave mistake by becoming allies with knives? What if you just walked into your grave without realizing it? Keep these thoughts to yourself since if you let them loose, and if it gets this to knives...

Secretly, you decide it would be better for you to leave without anyone knowing, but when preparing, it seemed you met the tall blonde once again. But this time, before you left and parted ways again, he looked at you and told you to join him instead. You know that it may be hard to run, but it's better than hurting people.

"I’ll take you up on that offer, Vash." He smiled and held his hand out for you to shake, and if you do so, maybe you can get another chance in life.

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Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 16

Last chapter / MasterList / art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 16 - Five Points Less

EggHead:

hey guys

wya?

Lihito was the first to see the message in the group chat, feeling his phone vibrate inside his sweatshirt pocket. He picked it up, half absently, concentrating primarily on lifting the drink to his mouth and taking a long sip. And that turned out to be a bad idea, because as soon as he saw who had sent the message, the ingested liquid remade all the way to his nostrils and came out like a fountain, wetting the counter and making Kaneda, sitting next to him, almost fall backwards with fright.

“Good heavens, Rihito! What's wrong?!," He asks in alarm while Rihito has a coughing fit.

"O-Oku-bo-ho-ho-ho...!"

"What? I didn't understand anything! Want something to wet your throat? Maybe a water..."

"Damn it, if- if I get any more wet I'll drown!," Lihito coughs a few more times, hitting his chest with his fist. "It's- It's Okubo! He sent a message at the group chat asking where we are..."

"What? Serious?," Kaneda immediately grabs his phone, clicking on the notification that appeared to be redirected to the chat, his face tense with concern. "But it's barely midnight! Did something go wrong?"

"Don't even joke with something like that! I swear, if that bald fucker messes with his own mojo again, I'll fuck him up!," He starts typing, grinding his teeth angrily. Himuro, having finished serving the other customers sitting at the counter, approaches them while wiping sweat off a whiskey bottle.

"Hey, what's with all the yelling?It won't take long until my boss concludes that you've had too much to drink and tells me to throw you both out..."

"It's Okubo, Himuro. He just texted, asking where we are,” Kaneda explains as he pats Rihito on the back, who was still coughing and sniffling. Himuro widened his eyes.

"Huh? For real? At this time he should be taking Miss Uta to a five-star motel or something, not texting us!"

"And why do you think I'm pissed off like that? I didn't humiliate myself and got mistaken by a stalker that Sunday, under a downpour, for him to fuck with this second chance!," Rihito declares, outraged, while responding to the texts.

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

we're at Dai-Uchu-Sakaba

why? shouldn't you be with miss uta?

you didn’t do anything stupid, did you?

if you did then don't even show your face here!

or I swear I’ll kick your ass til my foot comes outta your mouth!

EggHead:

LMAO

dude calm down

are you pmsing or something?

nothing happened, chill out

anyway, I already imagined that you were at the bar

i'm on my way

i'll be there in 5 min

"What did he answer?," Himuro asks, watching them check their messages while returning the bottle to one of the liquor cabinets. Rihito and Kaneda exchange glances before turning back to him, now decidedly confused.

"He said that nothing happened and that we need to chill..."

“But if the date didn't go downhill, why is he coming here instead of being there with her, lying on one of those round motel beds, being ridden like the donkey he is?" 

"Rihito, keep your voice down...!"

"Maybe he got drunk again, this time somewhere else," Himuro muses, a hand under his chin, to which Rihito and Kaneda wince.

"Don't even joke about that, gigolo! To err is human, but to repeat the mistake is to be a dumbfuck," Rihito growls, pointing to his phone screen. Kaneda shakes his head.

"I don't know… these messages aren't full of grammatical errors, which is what happens when he drinks. And anyway, he wouldn't have laughed at Rihito's irritation like that if things had gone badly, would he?," He shows the screen of his phone to Himuro, who leans a little over the counter and frowns.

"Yeah, when you put it like that..."

"Wait, but if that means everything worked out...," Rihito goes back to reading the messages that Okubo had sent, this time with more attention. And then he lets out a hiss through his teeth, followed by a laugh. "Damn, age came early for that bastard, huh. Dude's not even in his forties, but apparently he still can't keep it up for to long, hehehahaha!"

"Lower your voice, Rihito...!," Kaneda asks again in a hiss, turning a little red. Himuro, on the other hand, joins Rihito in laughing.

"And you'd think that, since his date is a hella cute girl, he would feel more motivated. But no, it must've been too much for him."

"I know, right! Guess that's his shortcoming... or more like 'shortcuming'!"

"You two are horrible...," Kaneda shakes his head, disapproving, while Rihito and Himuro burst out laughing. Rihito takes another sip from his glass as Himuro clears his throat to contain himself.

“We're kidding, Kaneda. It's sort of our group's official coping mechanism, you should've learned that by now."

"That's right. And honestly, I'd rather think he jumped the gun in the middle of the deed than think he screwed up the last chance he had to win Miss Uta back," Rihito confesses, now getting serious. "I don't think I can convince her to hear the same excuses a second time."

“Then let's not wait for the worst. He should already be arriving, it's been almost five minutes since the last message he sent," ​​Himuro puts the cloth over his right shoulder. "I'll attend to the other customers. Keep an eye on the door in the meantime, because if he arrives shitfaced, you'll have to stop him from getting in."

"And what do we get for doing a job that should be yours, huh?"

"A pat on the shoulder and a 'thanks, bro'."

"Redo the offer with 'the nightcap is on the house' and then we can negotiate."

"No chance. I need this job more than you need to drink for free," Himuro snorts, going back to where the other customers were, while Rihito and Kaneda turned their backs to the bar counter, still seated.

"I swear, Kaneda, if that motherfucker shows up drunk or crying his eyes out, I'll beat him 'till candy comes out," Rihito grunts. "I reached my tolerance limit for drunk crybabies that Saturday and I don't give a fuck if said crybaby is my friend or not."

"Let's give him the benefit of the doubt and wait for him to show up," Kaneda takes a sip of his drink, seeming to be preparing himself for what was to come. "But if he really screwed up a second time…"

The two looked at each other, making a mutual and silent agreement. If Okubo had screwed thing up again, none of them would have any pity. The group beating would be monumental.

And it doesn't take more than a few minutes for Okubo to finally show up at the bar, having to lower his head a little to cross the archway. He sighs, straightening up and looking directly at the counter. He raises an arm in the air at the sight of his friends. Himuro, finishing pouring a customer's glass, visibly relaxes.

"Okay, he doesn't look drunk or emotionally broken. I'll let the cleaning staff know they won't have to keep an eye for his car this time around..."

"Okubo!," Kaneda waves too, getting up from his seat and going to his friend. "You almost gave us a heartattack with that message of yours!"

"Yeah! You even made Kaneda choke on his beer, dude sprayed the whole fucking counter-ouch!," Rihito, who had also gotten up, screeches when Kaneda hits his shin with a quick and accurate kick. "Fuck you, you two-faced fox! Anyway, what are you doing here? Where is Miss Uta?"

They watch apprehensively as Okubo's expression turns intensely serious. He clenches and unclenches his fists, clenching his mouth in a hard line and swallowing hard. From the counter, Himuro frowns, while Rihito widens his eyes in disbelief, and Kaneda's shoulders slump.

"Oh no, man...," Rihito babbles as Kaneda approaches, his expression saddened, raising a hand to touch Okubo's arm.

"Gods, Okubo…don't- don't be like that, we're here for you and- Whoa!," And he yell, alarmed, when Okubo throws his arms around his torso as if he wants to do a wrestling move on him. What he does, however, is lift him into the air in a tight hug, whereupon Kaneda automatically kicks his legs up, eyes wide.

"Argh! O-Okubo, you're suffocating me...! W-What are you even...!"

"Holy shit, Kaneda... holy shit, guys...!," Okubo babbles, his voice squeaky, sniffing hard before declaring for the entire bar to hear, "Today was one of the best nights of my life!"

"Wha- seriously? So it all worked out?!," Rihito exclaims, his entire face lighting up as a huge smile breaks out. Okubo nods enthusiastically, making Kaneda, who was already turning red from lack of air, shake himself all over.

"It did, man! Fuck, I can't even believe it...!" 

"Hell yeah! Guys!," Rihito shouts for the entire bar to hear, raising his fists in the air. "Our mate here had a kick-ass date with a girl! He's going to buy everyone a round of booze to celebrate!"

"The fuck I'm going! I spent all the money I had available in my personal account, down to the last penny!," Okubo exclaims indignantly as the entire bar breaks into laughter, all the men raising their glasses in the air and toasting. Himuro smirks, mixing a drink in a mixer with satisfaction.

"Yeah, he's definitely drunk. But the good kind of drunk..."

"T-That's great, Okubo! We're happy for you! N-Now put me down, please, my vision is starting to get dark in the corners...!," Kaneda pleads in a thin voice, and Okubo puts him on the ground with an embarrassed laugh.

"Sorry bro, I couldn't help it. I'm still having a hard time believing that the night turned out so well," He puts a hand on his forehead, laughing to himself, his face flushed with happiness. "It almost feels like I'm dreaming, damn it..."

"Dude, I won't kick your ass for filling a virile environment like this with your sissy shit because it's too good to see you like this!," Rihito laughs loudly, giving him a tremendous slap on the back, while Kaneda takes a deep breath to draw air in. "We didn't expect to see you today, but since you're here, let's have a drink so you can tell us the details of the night without any inhibition!"

"I can't drink, man, I came driving..."

"Oh, would you look at that! What a good, well-behaved, rule-abiding young man! Do you see what a woman is capable of doing to us, guys?," Lihito raises his voice again, playful, as he guides Okubo to the counter. "Stay single as long as you can, because after you tie yourselves up, manhood diminishes along with your hair."

"Shut up, Rihito," Okubo mutters, but he does it between laughs. He looked too happy even to be irritated by the Rihito's teasing.

They went back to sit at the counter, Rihito and Kaneda making room for Okubo to sit between them, Rihito still slapping him congratulatory on the back. Himuro approaches after attending to a few more customers, now wiping a glass, smiling.

"So it all worked out all right? Thank fucking god. Rihito was already cursing you to death..."

“I told you, didn't I? I wouldn't repeat past fuckups even if someone paid me," Okubo says, tapping the tip of his index finger on the counter. "I was already scared enough when I arrived at the meeting spot, at seven o'clock sharp. One more minute and everything would be over..."

"Wait, didn't you leave your place two hours earlier? How did you manage to arrive in the nick of time?," Kaneda asks with a frown, and Okubo snorts hard.

"It was because of those fucking flowers! I wanted to buy them the day of the date to make sure they were fresh. But seriously, you can't imagine how hard it is to find gladioli in this city. I had to stop at about four flower shops to find 'em, holy shit."

Rihito makes a face.

"Dude, I told you that only daisies and gerberas were enough..."

"No, man, it was completely worth it!," He gets excited again, even grabbing the side of the counter. "She loved it! I hit the nail on the head, I'll tell ya!," He raises a hand in the air, celebrating. "Blessed be that rain last Saturday, for that and other reasons!"

Rihito laughs, raising his glass. "Amen!"

Kaneda again shakes his head in disapproval, but the smile doesn't leave his face. He leans a little to the side, asking, "But what about the date itself? Did everything went well?"

"Well? It couldn't have been better! Dude, I couldn't even see the time go by…," Okubo sighs, smiling from ear to ear, closing his eyes and turning his head a little to the side. "We walked around Akihabara, we talked about maid cafes and baseball…"

"Very specific topics of conversation, I must say," Himuro puts the glass on a drying rack nearby. "I hope she wasn't bored or offended..."

"No, she was the one who brought up the subject," He guarantees, smiling even more. "She invited me to eat at one of those cafes, she even told me that he used to work at one..."

“What? Miss Uta used to work at a maid cafe?!," Rihito exclaims, his eyes widening, his face blushing very slightly. "Holy shit, the mental images... they keep coming nonstop, guys..."

"Show some respect, Rihito," Kaneda warns, but Rihito ignores him in his excitement.

"Fuck, man, you have to convince her to wear a maid uniform for you one of these days, it's a golden opportunity!"

"Bro, if she doesn't mind, you can bet I won't say no," Okubo blushes a little too. "But that's the least of it, honestly. I even forgot about that maid cafe stuff after the subject turned to baseball. She's a die-hard Yomiuri fan, can you believe it?"

"A baseball fan, you say?," Himuro blinks, impressed, and Okubo nods vehemently.

“As much as I am! I even did a basic test just to make sure, and now that I think about it, it was kinda risky. She could've thought I was one of those idiots who think girls only pretend to enjoy certain hobbies to get men's attention..."

"… And was it her case?," Rihito asks, looking to the side, and Okubo turns to him with some indignation.

"Of course not! Just like she doesn't pretend to be into martial arts! She even said that she used to play in high school," He sighs deeply again. "And she even asked for us to eat at a themed restaurant and everything. It feels so fuckin' good to find someone who has so many things in common with you, I'm not even joking. It was as easy as talking to you guys!"

"Jeez… is this even possible?," Rihito asks, surprised. "Be careful not to get too comfortable with her and end up getting friendzoned, bro..."

"Don't be ridiculous, Rihito," Kaneda holds out his empty glass for Himuro to fill it with more booze. "Any relationship needs to have a degree of friendship, no matter if it's platonic or romantic. I think it's great that you've grown closer like this, Okubo, especially after the pedestal she put you on has been properly demolished."

"You don't have to rub that in my fucking face! Especially when I'm so happy...," Okubo pouted, to which Himuro rolled his eyes.

“But he's right, man. If she had stayed that fan who thought the sun rose and set on your ass, you wouldn't have gotten so close, so intimately."

"…Yeah, I guess it's true," Okubo smiles again after pondering. "She even felt comfortable enough to make fun of me. And viseversa. When we went down to the sports center for batting practice-"

"Wait, wait! Batting pratice?," Rihito repeats, wanting to be sure. "At the sports center? What happened to the classic combo of walking hand-in-hand in the park, going to the Shibuya Hikarie observatory to watch the city lights and dinner by candlelight? What kind of date was that?"

"Leave me alone! ... And yeah, we walked hand in hand for a bit," Okubo admits after he can't stand the stares fixed on him anymore, and that brings laughter from Himuro and Kaneda and an approving nod from Rihito.

“Okay, that's the Okubo I know. But seriously, batting practice at the sports center? Did she like it?"

"She loved it! And no kidding, she's a good hitter," He confesses, sounding sincerely impressed. "Not at a professional level, but she has potential. She can get really good if she practice enough, I'll even help if she wants to."

"One date was enough for you to want to take over as her coach?," Himuro laughs again. "What, will you teach her how to fight too?"

"I can try to teach her the most effective way to punch, in case she needs to defend herself..".

“Holy shit, he took me seriously. I think I created a monster, guys," Himuro comments, blinking, to which Rihito and Kaneda laugh. Okubo shakes his head.

"It's not even that, Himuro. Honestly, I'm up for anything she wants to do, as long as it gives me the opportunity to spend more time with her. I didn't lie to you when I said I didn't even see the hours pass. When it turned eleven and there was no place open, I even got upset..."

"Uh... why? That would just mean the best part of the date has arrived!," Rihito leans towards him, his smile opening even more. "Tell me, did you take her to one of those fancy love hotels or did you decide to test the resistance of her bed yourself? Hehehahaha!"

"Rihito...," Kaneda just sighs this time, already giving up on the scolding. Rihito shrugs.

"What? Im just asking! But seriously, Okubo, that's pretty cold even by our standards. You should've at least spend the night with her, instead of just puting your clothes on and going your merry way. Poor Miss Uta must be feeling used..."

"Huh...? Oh!," Okubo's eyes widen after a few seconds of confusion. He looks away, suddenly embarrassed, “Actually we…we kind of…"

“Kind of what? Spit it out!"

"You didn't do anything," Himuro is the one who concludes, blinking in disbelief. Rihito's jaw drops when Okubo doesn't deny it, becoming even more embarrassed.

"Huh? You didn't bang her? Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Keep it down, you idiot!," Okubo hisses through his teeth, a finger in front of his lips. "Seriously, why do you always have to react to information as if you'd swallowed a megaphone?!"

"Leave me be! How come you didn't do anything?," Rihito insists, pointing indignantly at him. "What was all that dumbassery with the flowers for then?"

"To regain Miss Uta's trust. And apparently it worked out pretty well," Kaneda nods approvingly. Unlike Rihito and Himuro, he just seemed pleasantly surprised. "But really, we didn't expect that. Did you decide it was too soon or...?"

"The... The truth is, we didn't even talk about it," Okubo admits, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the counter. "I just took her home, walked her to the door and gave her the gifts."

"Gifts? Plural?"

"Yup. Aren't you missing anything?," He points to himself, more specifically to his head, smiling shyly. Himuro is the first to understand, blinking again.

"Hey, where's your cap? I rarely see you without it... oh no," He widens his eyes. "Dude, you gave her the Buffaloes cap? Are you serious?"

"Your favorite cap?," Rihito stares at him in astonishment, and Okubo shrugs.

"I mean, yeah. I autographed it and everything. I can look for another one online later. And she'd said that if I wanted to give her a gift, it should be one with more emotional meaning than zeros on the price tag..."

“Holy shit, it's one fag shit after after the other,” Rihito shakes his head slowly like a disappointed parent. Himuro says nothing, still seeming to be processing the night's revelations. Kaneda, on the other hand, smiles.

“And knowing how much she likes baseball, you offered something that would be of equal value to both of you. Well thought."

“Yeah, that's more or less what I told her. From one baseball lover to another," Okubo smiles too, but not before discreetly giving Rihito the middle finger. "She loved it too. I think the combination of gifts, in addition to the incredible night, earned me the points I needed to win her forgiveness," He puffs out his chest, very happy. "We made out like crazy on her doorstep, hehehe."

"Fuck yeah! At least that!," Rihito exclaims, gesturing upwards as if thanking the heavens, then extending his hand to Okubo. They exchange a resounding high-five, and then Okubo does the same to Himuro, who had leaned a little over the counter.

"It was the bare minimum, too. If there hadn't been at least a few kisses, I would have declared you a goner," Himuro comments. "But I'm still confused. What usually follows after that is an invitation to spend a night together. How did this not happen to you?"

"Maybe she concluded that, after a disappointment and a period of recognition, they are kinda back to square one," Kaneda muses, laughing and accepting when Okubo asks him for a high-five too. "She was attracted to the Okubo Naoya she knew from the fight rings and interviews. Now that she's met Okubo Naoya for who he really is, she wants to go through the process of becoming attracted to him all over again."

"... Dude, how come you know so much about women?," Rihito asks after a few seconds of silence, gesturing perplexed. "What are those deep dives that you give into their heads to find these philosophical pearls? It's completely surreal!"

"I have three older sisters, Rihito," Kaneda gets a little red. "I've had to buy more teen magazines at convenience stores at their behest than I like to admit. But the focus of the conversation is Okubo, not me, so leave me alone!"

Okubo laughs softly. "Relax, dude. But really, if it's that or any other random reason… the truth is, I don't care much," He admits, bravely holding Rihito's and Himuro's puzzled gazes.

"What do you mean you don't care? Wasn't that, like, the point of the whole thing? Are you chickening out? You don't think you're deserving of it anymore or some shit like that?," Rihito asks irritably, to which Okubo scowls at him.

"Fuck no! This is still in my plans, okay?"

"Okay, but why couldn't it have been today?," Himuro insists. "Didn't you fished around to see if she was up for it? She didn't gave any hints or anything? Help us help you, man,..."

"Come on, Himuro," Okubo lets out a tired sigh, running a hand through his face. "I told you the truth, it didn't even cross my mind. I had so much fun with her today. Walking around, talking, batting practice, the whole thing. And when I went to drop her off, I felt satisfied. You know? That nice tiredness you feel when you know the day was well spent. It would have been great if it had happened, but… I didn't care too much that it didn't, either. Just spending a few fun hours with her made it all worth it."

"... You forgot the condom and were too embarrassed to go to the pharmacy with her in the car, right?"

"No, Rihito, for fuck's sake!," Okubo punches the bar counter, while Himuro laughs loudly. "Goddammit, why is it so hard to believe that I liked just going out with her? Dating isn't just about sex, you know?"

"Yes, Okubo, well said!"

"... And I only remembered the condoms in the glove compartment when I was already about two blocks away from her house."

"Oh, for God's sake!," Kaneda puts a hand on his face, frustrated, while Rihito and Himuro again burst out laughing, "And here I was, all proud while thinking that you had finally understood all the advice I gave you…"

"But I understood, man! Didn't you hear that I only remembered the condoms when it was too late to use them?," He leans towards him, and now he sounded a little amazed with himself. "Don't get it wrong, I want to get to that part of the process with her. I want it really bad. But... but I'm enjoying the process of getting there," He admits. "I'm not in such a rush for it to be over. Getting closer to her, getting to know her better while she gets to know me better too… I'm enjoying this more than I thought I would. And we agreed to go out again next week!," He raises the index and middle fingers of both hands, opening a wide smile. "Opportunities won't be lacking, right? When it has to happen, it will. And until then... I'm happy watching her hit a baseball farther and farther."

The other three are silent for a few seconds, processing that brief speech. Rihito and Himuro exchange a quick sideways glance, wanting to make sure they were both seeing and hearing the same things. Kaneda, on the other hand, nods with some relief before smiling approvingly again.

“At least that much… but have you seen how the little things make all the difference? I'm sure it meant a lot to her too. And that will count other of these points for you."

"It's what I expect! Not that I'm just doing this to get more points, of course, but after being shunned that, I'm taking any advance I can make,” Okubo nods. Himuro ends up shrugging after not being able to argue anymore.

"Eh, it's up to you. If you're happy with that, then I'm not going to butt in."

Rihito grimaces, taking another long sip of his drink. He sets the glass down on the counter, his brow furrowed. And then he turns to Okubo with a disappointed frown.

"You didn't even touch her boobs or anything? Hey, I’m just asking!," He exclaims when this elicits a chorus of impatient groans "Okay, okay, Okubo wants to take it slow then! I got it. I just don't know why, considering that, before that, you were already going at a sluggish pace..."

"But we made a good advance today, man! We spent a good few minutes making out at her door, it must have been quite a show for her neighbors," Okubo gives an embarrassed laugh. "My back is so stiff, but it was worth it, hehe."

This makes the other three laugh, including Rihito, even if he was still a little upset.

"Yeah, huge height differences have their drawbacks," Himuro comments. "You could've at least lifted her by her legs and pressed her against the wall. A lot of chicks like that."

"This is another future part of the process that I intend to get to, trust me. I'm just testing the waters..."

"Yeah, but that’s not going to be the only difficulty you’re going to face," Rihito suddenly gives a mischievous laugh. "Like, how are you going to do it when the time finally comes? She's so tiny, and you're a freakin' behemoth..."

"Screw you, Rihito."

"Are you really going to let yourself be ridden like a bull? I'm not judging, it's going to be a hell of a sight, hehehe!"

"As you can see, Rihito was quite disappointed that he couldn't hear all the sordid details of a fuck," Himuro jokes, to which Kaneda snorts.

"In my case, I was relieved. And it would be very disrespectful to Miss Uta to go into detail about something so intimate."

"Yeah, but you can't blame us for being curious," Himuro shrugs. "Guys of Okubo's size need to play contortionism often when they date girls smaller than them..."

"And what girl isn't smaller than Okubo, gigolo?," Rihito laughs sharply. "If he wanted one that was his size or even bigger, he'd have to go to space to hunt down an Avatar or something!"

Okubo and Himuro burst out laughing, and it's Kaneda's turn to inhale a good amount of booze and expel it through his nostrils onto the counter. The four remain there, out of breath amidst the laughter, Okubo slapping the smaller one on the back so he wouldn't choke to death. It takes almost three full minutes for them to calm down, Kaneda still coughing and wiping his wet face with a handkerchief.

“Holy shit, Rihito, go fuck yourself…,” Okubo gasps, a hand on his stomach.

"After that, all I can do is go and serve the other customers. At least none of them would try to make me choke to death. I'll be right back...," Himuro walks away from the inside of the counter, still laughing to himself. Kaneda finishes wiping his face and coughs one last time.

"I should be the one saying that. But anyway... I guess this isn't even an imminent concern for you, right, Okubo?"

"Nope! We'll sort it out when it's finally time. And no rushing me, huh!," He snorts at Lihito. "I was forgiven, like, thirty minutes ago. I don't want to pressure her and ruin the whole process."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. I won't insist," Rihito shakes his hands. "Just don't forget to share the details when it finally happens. Historical events have to be duly recorded in the annals... hehehe, annals..."

"Aaaand with that, I'll excuse myself to go to the bathroom," Okubo gets up from his seat while Kaneda rubs his eyes tiredly. "Before this crazy motherfucker makes me pee in my pants or something. I'll be back in a moment."

"Alright...," The other two answer without taking their eyes off their glasses. Okubo walks away towards the bathroom, Himuro watching him over his shoulder as he mixes a drink in the mixer. He approaches them again, looking at the other two with an arched eyebrow.

"No, seriously… what did you conclude with that?"

"I concluded that I, without a doubt, didn’t understand shit," Rihito snorts while finishing with his glass. "It'd be less weird if he just said that he forgot the condom and thought it would be a bad idea to go buy one while she waited in the car..."

"I already concluded that he finally decided to listen to me. Better late than never, I suppose," Kaneda shrugs, and then looks at Rihito. "Now all that's left is… hnnn… yeah, better late than never."

"Fuck you! Finish the fucking sentence!"

"Yeah, it's about time. But that makes me think...," Himuro frowns a little while pouring the contents of the mixer into a glass. "Okubo seems to be taking this whole thing to another level."

"What do you mean, Himuro?"

"When it all started, he was only interested in a one night stand with a fan. He even told us that he was just giving her the attention she needed without getting too attached. And now he's there, settling for chaste dates, all to spend some extra time with this girl and see her smiling...," He faces the other two with an arched eyebrow. "Is it really still just a non-committal thing for him?"

Neither Rihito nor Kaneda had an answer for that. And the three of them decided, in silent agreement, that the conversation would die there. They preferred to observe more of the ridiculous soap opera their lives had become before drawing any conclusions. But they were certain that Okubo would produce more outlandish episodes of it to entertain them from then on.

* * *

“Hey, hey, Kana, here she comes!," Hiro shakes his hands at the bakery owner, who was inside, in the kitchens.

"So, Hiro? How is she?," Kanami looks from the window connecting the kitchen to the counter. "Does she look sad or upset?

"I don't know, we'll have to ask," he sighs. "But she doesn't seem desolate like the other day, so I guess that's okay…"

And indeed they could see that Tomori, who was slowly approaching the counter, looked anything but desolate. She was clean-faced, healthy flushed, with no dark circles or signs of under-eye puffiness; the face of someone who had had an excellent night's sleep. She hummed softly, a little distracted as she checked something on her phone. She finally puts it in her purse, looking up to find her co-workers watching her intently. She smiles and waves.

"Good morning, you two! Have you taken out the cookie dough I left in the freezer yesterday, Kanny? I'll start working with it as soon as I clock in."

"Oh, yes, I have. I also packed the bagels and…," Kanami starts, then shakes her head. But wait, Tomori…"

"Yes, yes, woman, don't change the subject!," he approaches with the baker when the sous-chef goes through the counter door. "You sent that message yesterday, but then there was nothing else, what happened?"

"Did he treat you well? You look fine to me, but…," Kanami was also worried, looking her friend up and down.

"C'mon, girl, spill the beans!"

Tomori laughs, her face reddening further. She reaches out to pick up the apron that Kanami is holding out to her through the pantry window.

“First of all, I'm sorry I disappeared yesterday. I was dead tired when I got home, took a quick shower and passed out as soon as I fell into bed..."

Kanami and Hiro widened their eyes and gasped, Hiro in excitement, Kanami in shock.

"What?!," they also spoke in unison.

"Yess! Scooooore!," Hiro jumps with joy.

"On the first date?!," Kanami screeches in disbelief. "Stop celebrating, Hiro!!"

"What is it, Kanami? Didn't you yourself say that you were a girl from the 21st century and all that jazz the other day?! Are you going back on your words now?!"

"No! But remember the guy we're talking about here..."

"Oh... yeah, you're right…," the cashier puts his hands on his hips, changing his mood like a TV channel. "That was quite fast, huh…?"

"Aah, I didn't think so…," Tomori pouted while tying her apron around her waist, looking kind of distracted. "He let me take the lead before finally making the suggestion, a good few hours after we'd met at the station . And boy, was I surprised," She rests her right hand on the side of her face, her smile widening. "He was very calm and confident when I said that I wanted to start holding the shaft, and you know how I like men who aren't afraid of women who are foward..."

Kanami and Hiro repeated the chorus. "Whaaaat?!"

"Girl, tell me more!"

"I don't want to hear any more..."

"Come on Kanami, you'll learn some techniques on how to take down a bull…"

"Shut up! I don't want to take bulls down!"

"Do you prefer to tame and feed them instead?"

Hiro narrowly dodges Kanami's neck slap, but he's still laughing as he runs away.  "Aye, You violent woman, I'm going to complain to the union!!"

"Do that and I'll fairly dismiss you, you cheeky bastard!," she retorts.

Paikon grunts and wakes up; he was sitting at one of the tables this time.

"Could you pipe itdown, you bunch of crows?"

"Sorry about that, Paikon," Tomori waves to him too, still having fun watching Kanami chase Hiro, the baker still determined to break some labor laws. "t's just that they were excited to know what happened on my date. They can't believe I got to play with bats and balls so early. I don't see what the problem is, I'm a modern woman, with an open mind..."

"And what's wrong with playing baseball with your date?," Paikon raises an eyebrow. "Get a grip, you two..."

Kanami and Hiro stop in motion as she chokes him, blinking at them.

"Wait, baseball?," Kanami asks.

"So you guys went to play baseball?," Hiro blinks, letting go of the baker, almost disappointed. "So you didn't do anything hotter than that?"

"No, the AC in the sports center was very powerful," She comments innocently. And then she bursts out laughing at their expressions. "Ahahaha, s-sorry! It's just that you took that first comment of mine out of context and I just couldn't resist...!"

Kanami sighs, a bit exasperated. "You clown. And here we were, worried about you."

"I'm a little speachless, but not in a bad way," Hiro shrugs. "It's good, but you looked so happy that I thought it was because of other tipes of groans and moans…"

"Or maybe it's because she finally confirmed he wasn't a complete idiot," Paikon intervenes. "It's good that you had fun, Tomori…"

"Haha, thanks! And yeah…," Tomori sighs more deeply this time, closing her eyes. "I had so much fun, I'm still having a hard time believing it. Going to this date without expecting anything was the best decision I could've made, because I only had great surprises! We walked around Akihabara and caught up. I even confessed to him that I worked in a maid cafe and he didn't judge me! He just seemed to let his head drift off into other not-so-innocent directions, but eh... straight men, am I right?," She shrugs. "Then we started talking about baseball, and I asked him to eat at the Grand Slam Cafe. I've never been there with a guy before..."

"Oh, that baseball themed diner? Interesting," Kanami nods, mouth twisting in approval.

“Let me guess, and then you guys went to the sports center and played baseball there,” Hiro points out.

"Yes! The sports center was his suggestion, and it caught me off guard. Then he explained that he wanted to see me batting," She says excitedly. "He was a hitter when he used to play, so he wanted to analyze my technique and help me improve. You should've seen it, it only took three lessons from him for me to hit the ball through the entire cage! I left the sports center all sweaty and with smudged makeup, but I couldn't care less. And then, when he dropped me off at home..."

She looks away, blushing even harder as she bites her bottom lip, clasping her hands to her chest.

"Guys... he gave me his baseball cap. The Buffaloes one, the one he was always wearing when he showed up here. He autographed it and everything, my God..."

"Oh," Kanami and Hiro sighed. the former in exasperation, the later in relief.

"Well, that's good, I guess…," Kanami shrugs, starting to enter the kitchen door.

“Okay, then,” Hiro leans against the counter.

"But it was not just that!," She becomes agitated again, her eyes widening and shining even more intensely. "He gave me another bouquet of flowers, but not just any. He got it right, guys. He got my favorite flowers right, all three of them, and without me tipping him off!

"Wait, those flowers...," Hiro points to her leg, the one with the tattoo. The baker returns, curious.

"And how did he get it right…? Did he see…?"

"He did. It was an accident, I got soaked in rainwater when an idiot ran past us in the Kinokuniya parking lot. You know me, I kinda lost my temper and threatened to kick the guy's rear view mirror if he didn't buzz off, I even lifted my leg to emphasize... and then he saw it," She explains, now embarrassed. "I was wearing a worn out skirt, since my best clothes were in the laundry. He didn't judge either, he was just curious, but I never imagined he could've recognized the flowers! Or that he would have cared enough to research...," She holds her face in her hands, very red. "My God, guys, what chance did I have to resist after that?!"

"Huh," Kanami crosses her arms and leans against the edge of the door. "Okay, that surprised me.

"And how, I'm so happy!," Hiro smiles "For man like that to make an effort like that... I need to take my hat off. Kanami, I think she forgave him. Will you forgive him too?"

Kanami grunts low and then sighs. "Okay… I think I'll let him into the bakery… but don't push it!," she points to the cashier. "He has less five points than the others on my list, and if he does anything stupid, it won't be just a punch, it won't be just me and there's no going back."

"Wow, it's like I asked you to forgive a convict," Hiro makes a face. "He's Tomori's boytoy now, not just any hoodlum…"

"You know she's a pretty tough nut to crack, Hiro," Paikon yawns. "I wouldn't expect anything less. A boss has to be tough when necessary."

Tomori laughs again, happily. "I accept the conditions, Kanny, and I'm sure Naoya will too… I mean, Mr. Okubo will too," She tries to act natural, widening her eyes a little in alarm, but by the faces of the other three, it was too late.

"Oh, you see? She's even calling him by his first name now," Hiro smirks.

"Hnmf… with you talking like that, I find it hard to believe that you got only the flowers and the cap yesterday."

"Yeah… something happened there. This bitch is just like Akane: she catches, kills and eats her prey," Hiro laughs out loud when Kanami rolls her eyes and walks into the kitchen. Tomori puffs out her cheeks, very red.

"A good hunter never starts her hunt without first assessing the terrain! And anyway, I… I didn't even think about it at the time," She admits, shrugging a little. "I was so awestruck after he handed me the flowers, so breathless… I could only think “my god , I want to kiss this man right now”, and I did. We just made out, at the door of the house. Oh, if the neighbors had seen it...," She gives a high-pitched laugh, a bit scandalized. "I even thought for a second about inviting him in, but then he said good night and I concluded that the opportunity had passed. But it's okay, there will be next times, hehe. I regret absolutely nothing. It's so good to see that he's actually a nice guy and that he just had a bout of idiocy due to anxiety... and no, I don't want to justify what happened," She guarantees when Kanami and Hiro throw her disbelieving looks, the first sticking her head out of the pantry window. "That has no excuse. But we even talked about that subject. He said he wants to go down to the bistro and apologize to the staff, that he doesn't want me to stop going to one of my favorite establishments because of bad memories... yeah, I'll believe it when I see it, but for now he gave me no reason to doubt his words."

"Hnm," Kanami goes back into the kitchen. "Okay. But I'll be keeping an eye on him!"

"Me too, but a different eye," Hiro smiles maliciously. "Now let's open this place, I want to make my offer to Cuthulu!"

"Cuthulu?," Kanami raises an eyebrow.

“Hey, look at him over there.” Hiro points to the door.

"Gosh, this guy… he's becoming a pot-cleaner customer…," Paikon comments, getting up to go to the back. "Just bake twice as much and give half to him."

Said and done, Ohma enters through the front door, with a backpack over his arm and a calm expression. Kanami looks at him coming but shakes her head and goes back to the kitchen, but Tomori notices her red cheeks. She smiles to herself. Apparently she wasn't the only one there sighing in the corners because of fighters who fell into her life and turned it upside down. The difference was that Kanami knew how to hide it better.

"You can let me take care of him. Tomoyo doesn't come to work on Sundays, so...," She lets the sentence hang in the air, going to look for a pen and a notepad. She'd had enough daydreaming. It was time to work.

When she finally approaches Ohma's table, she tries to put on her best professional smile.

"Good morning, Ohma! What's going to be today?"

"Oh, hi," he says, looking kind of distracted. "Kanami didn't come today?"

"She did, she went straight to the kitchens as soon as she saw you arrive. She already wants to be on standby," She teases with a laugh; the laughter was coming too easy for her today.

"Oh," he nods. "Then keep the food coming. No problem," he leaves the menu aside. "I already memorized the menu, so…"

"Oh…okay then," She nods after blinking a couple of times, surprise stealing her words for a moment. "​​Good thing she already memorized your preferences as if they were a whole separate menu, haha ​," She jokes again, laughing and doing a little bow before returning to the kitchens, exclaiming, "Today he'll have a little bit of everything, Kanny!"

"As always, Tomori," Kanami says, a bit emontionless. "There's no bad time for him when it comes to food."

Tomori still sees her smiling a little sideways.

"That's how a good customer should be," Hiro smiles, still mischievous, as if he knows something.

"Oh yes. Good of everything, especially with a fork on hand," Tomori jokes; the cashier's expression piqued her curiosity, but the opportunity to gossip had already passed. She enters the kitchens, going to tie her hair in a net. They closed earlyer on Sundays, but with Ohma there, the workload certainly wasn't going to be a light one.

The next few hours passed peacefully. Other arriving customers didn't stay long, wanting only to buy bread and other goods before heading home to enjoy their Sunday. Only Ohma's presence was a constant there, as it had been on other Sundays, and none of them expected it to be different this time. Tomori herself didn't expect it.

Until, around ten in the morning, they heard the bell ring, accompanied by familiar voices.

"Tokita, my guy! You're helping to triple the sugar shack's profits, aren't ya?"

"Sugar snack?," Ohma raises an eyebrow. "This is a bakery, dumbass. The fuck is a 'sugar snack'…"

"Sugar Shack, Tokita. It's just a stupid term Rihito uses to refer to the bakery. I'd kick him in the chin to make him stop if it wouldn't make his hangover worse..."

"Fuck off, Himuro! What's wrong with wanting to celebrate your friend's masterful success, huh? Holy shit, my head..."

"I can see that we're going to have to order a very strong coffee, in addition to bread and cookies..."

"Huh?," Tomori, taking a tray of croissants out of the oven, widens her eyes when she recognizes the voices. "Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda? But they never come on Sundays...," And she peeps discreetly through the pantry window.

"Now they've come," Hiro laughs softly, and then addresses them. "Hello there, sweethearts. Would you like a very caloric and very warm sandwich?"

“Yes, please,” Kaneda nods. He and Himuro looked composed, unlike Rihito, who was pale and a little disheveled, his face covered in stubble, his eyes squinting as if the ambient light bothered them. "Four of them, plus four espressos, four croissants and a cookie box, large size."

"To go, please," Himuro added, raising a finger. "I imagine your boss wouldn't want a hungover idiot getting in the way. She's had enough of that for a lifetime..."

"Screw you, Himuro! It doesn't hurt to say hello to Auntie and Miss Uta...,"

"Enough of the 'auntie' crap!," Kanami shouts from the kitchen.

"Ow! Don't scream like that, autie, please! My head is ringing like a gong...," Rihito whimpers, holding his head in his hands. Tomori can't resist and laughs, finishing arranging the still warm croissants on a tray, complementing them with a chocolate milkshake.

"I'll take the tray to your bottomless pit and attend to the new arrivals. Their order is also big, apparently."

"We'll see," Kanami replies, looking from the pantry window.

"Heh," Ohma smiles. "But tell me, you drunkards, have you been exaggerating again? Is it celebrating? Who won?"

"Okubo. But he won another kind of fight," Himuro smirks, to which Rihito, still massaging his temples, snorts.

"A very underwhelming victory, by the way. I would have considered it a victory with honors if things had gone beyond kissing..."

“You say that but there you are, head throbbing after an entire bottle taken in celebration of the 'underwhelming victory'.” Kaneda makes quotes with his fingers, and Rihito shrugs.

"We have to celebrate the little things too, right? Okubo went out yesterday with Miss Uta, Tokita. She gave him a second chance. And this time everything went well, so of course we were going to celebrate!"

Tomori, who was about to open the door on the counter, can't resist and smiles when she hears the conversation. Damn, who knew that men would also be so excited by the love conquests of their friends...

"Oh," Ohma looked slightly disappointed. "It was to be expected, coming from you. So Okubo made up with Tomori, huh. Does Kanami know about this?"

“Yes, she does.” Hiro smiles.

"So I won't need to beat the shit outta him anymore," Ohma nods. "Thanks, Tomori," He says when Tomori gives him his order. "Keep sending food when you can."

"Ahaha, you're welcome! Kanny is already preparing your next tray. And good morning to you three!," She waves to Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda, and the other three, even Rihito, had the decency to look a little embarrassed.

"Aah, g-good morning... were you listening, Miss Uta?"

"Partially. I heard you guys talking about small victories and Ohma saying he won't need to hit Naoya- I mean, Mr. Okubo anymore!," She corrects herself awkwardly, turning red, but just like with Kanami and Hiro, it was too late. All three had wide eyes, theirjaws dropping.

"Naoya? You're already on a first name basis?!"

"Not even we call him Naoya, dammit...," Himuro comments, impressed, while Kaneda arches an eyebrow at Rihito.

"I know, right! Do you still consider that a underwhelming victory?"

"No, now I consider it a medium-sized victory! That's really cool, Miss Uta!," Rihito exclaims, excited. "He already told us that your date went great, but it's good to know that you share that opinion, hahaha!"

"Of- Of course! Yesterday he outdid himself...," She puts a hand in front of her mouth, smiling shyly. "Even the flowers surprised me..."

"Did you like it? We helped him research the names!," Rihito says, excited, as Himuro and Kaneda hiss at him, index fingers in front of their lips.

"Just one of the names! Don't rain on Okubo's parade, dipshit...!"

"Yes! He already knew about the daisies and the gerberas, Miss Uta, he only needed help with the gladioli..."

Tomori chuckles, waving a hand in a relaxed gesture. "It's okay, that doesn't detract from the gesture at all. Just that he cared enough to go research it means a lot. And thank you for helping him," She smiles kindly. "I promise I'll repay you properly one of these days."

"You can do it now! I guarantee I can give that friend of yours a date as nice as the one Okubo gave you, just give me her number so we can work out the details-"

"Shut up and sit down, you obsessed weirdo!," Himuro gives a light kick to the crooks of Rihito's knees, who collapses on the chair facing Ohma with a high-pitched groan. Kaneda sighs and scratches his head.

“And that's because he's been complaining all the way over here about being sick. Who knew women would be a more effective hangover medicine than coffee..."

Tomori just laughs. "Yeah, but that's a medicine I won't be able to provide."

"And Okubo didn't come with you guys?," Ohma asks, raising an eyebrow. "Is he already tired of seeing Tomori?"

The three of them huff in unison.

"The day that dumbass gets tired of seeing her is the day he kicks the bucket," Rihito grumbles, pointing at Tomori with his thumb over his shoulder, and she turns very red. "He's outside, waiting for us in the car."

"Yes. The cookie box was a request from him," Kaneda says, turning to Tomori. "He said hello and asked if you have plans for after work."

"I was going straight home. Is he already wanting a repeat, even after we've arranged to go out again next weekend?," She asks, embarrassed. "I'd go out to talk to him if I weren’t in the middle of my shift…"

"And why is he in the car?," Ohma snickers. "Is he afraid to come in? Hey, Kanami, he's scared of you..."

"I fucking hope so!," she exclaims from the inside.

"So… can he come in or not?"

Kanami appears from the service door. "I already said he can…"

“Then go tell him that,” Ohma points to the door.

"He can?," Rihito widens his eyes, spreading his hands on the table. "Really, auntie?!"

"Fucking hell, dude, you really want to get kicked in the mouth today, don't you?," Himuro stares at him, bored, while Kaneda smiles at Kanami.

"He'd be very grateful, Miss Kanami. He misses the ambience of the bakery, and of course, he misses being able to sit with Miss Uta during her lunch break."

"Stop it, Kaneda, please...!," Tomori whimpers, cringing all over in a mixture of embarrassment and happiness, and that makes the men laugh. "Is- Is it really okay, Kanny? You can tell him your conditions, just to make sure..."

"Uuhghhhh…," she rolls her eyes so hard that she rolls her head along. "Fine…," she closes the service door with a little forcefully. "For fuck's sake, that’s the first time I’ll kick a guy in instead of out of the bakery…"

They saw the baker leave through the front door, and those who stayed inside couldn't resist and started laughing softly, Hiro and Paikon included. Rihito, Himuro, and Kaneda even leaned over so they could peer out the windows at the street.

"So, what do you think? Will she let him in without a fuss or will she demand to throw him another punch as a toll?," Himuro asks, and Rihito laughs mischievously.

"I hope she demands to throw another punch, I miss the courtesy beatings that only this sugar shack can offer!"

"Preferably when you're not the one getting beaten, right, Rihito?," Kaneda grumbles, and Tomori, further back, pouts.

"Wow, you guys are awful! Do you really want to see your friend getting beaten like that, for nothing?"

"Yep!," The three of them give the thumbs up, and she doesn't know whether to laugh or roll her eyes.

"Damn, now I'm curious," Ohma gets up too, and he does it in time to see Kanami, at the top of her 5′7 inches, pushing Okubo towards the bakery whie he looked at her with a red face. "Shit, I missed the punch…"

"No, he's red for another reason," Hiro says, smiling. From where he was, he could see the whole window.

They see both approaching the entrance door, and when it opens, the bell ringing at the top, Okubo's voice, hesitant and squeaky, reaches their ears.

"... and I'm really sorry about that day, Miss Kanami, you don't have to feel obligated to let me in here again... Tomori! Good morning!," He waves when he sees the sous chef, his anxious expression immediately being replaced by an excited one. "Sorry for not bringing flowers this time, the flower shops are all closed on Sunday... and stop laughing, you fuckers!," He yells at his friends, grinding his teeth. "Even Tokita is staring at me with that know-it-all face, bro...!"

Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda just smirked. Tomori, on the other hand, just smiled and returned the compliment.

"Yesterday's bouquet was worth all the flowers you could give me throughout the week. And good morning, Naoya. Good to see you in here again."

"Yeah… it's good to be back," He scratches the back of his head, smiling. "I mean, as long as Miss Kanami accepts me back in…"

"Don't fucking push it!," She raises her voice a little. "Now that you guys are good again, there's no reason to worry, but you have five points less than everyone else here. If you do it again..."

"Oops, so my ticket to see some beatings still stands?"

“Yes, Ohma,” she nods.

"Great," he takes his seat back.

"Ours too, right? We promise to buy lots of goods from the bakery so we can watch the whole thing while eating!," Rihito exclaims, and Himuro, Kaneda and he laugh again when Okubo gives them the middle finger.

"You suckers will be eating my fists in the sparring session later! And I understand, really," He nods to the baker, his head a little down. "Tomori forgave me, but you have no obligation to do the same. Which doesn't mean I won't at least try, haha..."

"You can try to act like a man and react properly to a blow from me," Kanami complains. "I know you let yourself be punched because you knew you deserved it, but I didn't like that. Do you think that just because I'm a woman I can't punch for shit?!"

There was a small chorus of “ooooohs” from the table; the other three idiots seemed determined to add fuel to the fire that day. Ohma just shook his head while Okubo answered, surprised, "What? No, I never thought that! If there's a woman in this world who definetly know how to punch, it's certainly you," and then he opens an impressed smile, resting his hands on his hips. "My face was sore for almost a whole week, and modesty aside, many of my opponents in the octagons cannot achieve such a feat. You hit like a fucking truck, lady, I’m not even joking! Have you ever thought about becoming a professional fighter? You'd give some of my friends in Ultimate Fight's women's division a run for their money!"

Tomori opens a huge smile, staring at Kanami with an 'I told you so!' look. Ohma is more verbal. 

"I've been saying that to her for a while now."

Kanami's face practically deflated, eyes widening and cheeks turning red. Then she sighs heavily, shaking a little, holding back the urge to smile.

"Hnf... alright. If there's a next time I need to punch you, at least try to defend yourself," she takes a step back, hands on her hips. "It's not fun when it's one-sided. Even more so when my opponent is a fucking MMA champion. But that's enough for now. Go sit down, your order will be ready soon. If you stayed in the car, it would cool off before your friends gave it to you," She then turns around and heads back to the counter.

Tomori just sees the baker walk past her and into the kitchen. Through the door crack, she could still see her raise and lower her arm in a victory gesture, laughing softly in a little happiness fit, muttering a “yessss” very softly. It took all her self-control not to burst out laughing, so she just turned to the men, who were all laughing at the unusual interaction.

"And the King of Combat's silver tongue strikes again,"Himuro shakes his head. "You smartass, trying to fall on Miss Kanami's good graces by caressing her ego..."

"I wasn't caressing anything, gigolo. I'm just telling the truth," Okubo snorts. "Take a punch from her one of these days and see if I'm exaggerating. Rihito is probably next on her list if he calls her aunt one more time."

"As if! No woman is going to punch me," Rihito grumbles, but his somewhat distressed expression casts doubt on his statement. The others laugh in his face, and Okubo, relieved that he is no longer the center of attention, turns back to Tomori.

“I swear I didn't underestimate her. It's just that I really deserved to be punched..."

"I know. And she knows it too. It's just that Kanny has her pride as a fighter, just like you guys," She explains. "She'll definitely want a rematch in the future, hahaha."

"Look, I don't fight women purely as a matter of ethics, but if it'll make her forgive me, I'm up for a sparring session," He scratches the back of his head, and Tomori laughs to herself.

"My forgiveness really wasn't enough, was it? You won't stop until you regain all five points that were taken from you..."

"Nope! Your forgiveness was the most important thing, but who doesn't want to be accepted by the friends of the girl they like, huh? It's purely a matter of honor," He arches an eyebrow at her, smiling ingratiatingly, at which she gasps, a little red, before giving him a little shove on the shoulder.

“Stop trying to act all smooth in the middle of my shift."

"Or what?"

"Or I tell Kanny to punch you again."

"Fine by me. You'll tend to my wounds this time, won't you? I know you will...,” He puckered his lips, leaning down and bringing his face closer to hers, and chuckled when she clapped a hand over is mouth, giggling, a little scandalized.

"Not in here! Jeez, control yourself… later,” She promises, stroking his jaw line briefly, and he closes his eyes.

"I won't let you forget… do you want to do something later?"

"How about a walk around the square? Then we can catch up on all the conversations we haven't had in these last eleven hours."

He smiles, all satisfied. "These long eleven hours... I'm in."

And focused as they were on their private conversation, they don't notice how the occupants of the next table are watching them with interest.

"Man, I'm going to need that espresso urgently. I can feel the nausea coming back," Rihito comments, and Kaneda laughs softly.

"I prefer this to the whining and anxious spurts of the last few weeks, honestly."

"Me too. Looks like we're going to see each other's faces a lot more from now on, huh, Tokita," Himuro jokes.

"That's fine. I'm not here to see you guys anyway. You can show up and give Kanami money as many times as you want," He bites another piece of bread. "Oh, I got news. I got out of there," he points to the big backpack between his legs. "I managed to talk to Fusui and Raian and got rid of the house. Now I'm free to go wherever I want."

"Really? Nice going, Tokita!," Lihito gives him a thumbs up. "Did you get your own place? Where it is at? We can go there to celebrate with food and some booze!"

"Seriously, Rihito, I sometimes wonder how come you don't live in a permanent state of hangover," Kaneda sighs, while Himuro offers:

"I’ll provide the booze!"

"No, not yet," Ohma shakes a hand in a negative gesture. "I'm looking for a place now, but I can't say where I'm going yet. I have to settle some business first."

"Alright then. But if you need any help, you know where to find us," Rihito claps his hands on Himuro and Kaneda's shoulders, smiling from ear to ear. "Okubo too. We'll talk to him about that later, when Miss Uta gets back to the kitchens and he stops acting like a giant simp."

"Leave him alone, Rihito. He's been looking forward to this," Kaneda looks over his shoulder, smiling as they watch Okubo and Tomori take their leave, waving to each other as she returns to the kitchens. He sits at the table with them, sighing with enormous satisfaction. He smiles at Ohma.

"Heya, Tokita! Such a nice Sunday, don't ya think? Damn, I've missed the smell of fresh bread from this place..."

"And the fresh-out-of-the-oven cookies too, right?," Himuro asks, and Okubo smiles more.

"Even more so! Have I told you that I love this place? Because I love it..."

Ohma nods, his mouth full. And if they were told that the reasons Ohma and Okubo liked the Heavy Bakery so much were very similar, none of them would believe it. At least, not at that moment.

NEXT CHAPTER

[waru-chan8]

pRoberto: and of course, also to Jorge’s time, mark of 1 minute and 15 seconds

Flo: come on, Laurita you can do it (beat Jorge)

Jorge: boaw

Roberto: the second placed, that is going to prove another night (3.03.2023) she is not up there in the classification by luck or by coincidence. Let’s go fo it. Start the challenge. Time!

Beto: go. Well. Be careful with the swinging. Control the swinging. There it is. Like that 

Roberto: very good Laura

Beto:Okay. Let’s go

Flo: come one Laurita

Rosa: Come on. Let’s go Laura

Flo: let’s go

Beto: come one you are doing great

Flo: come one

Rosa: let’s go Laura

Laura: Ah

Roberto: 34 seconds Laura

Flo: come one Laurita

Roberto: you are doing great. 34 (seconds). Let’s go

Some noise, pretty sure Flo is saying something and Rosa is saying go down (in the slope). But it’s pretty messy (as always)

Rosa: going down, going down

Beto: go down. Good, good

Laura: my legs are shaking

Rosa: we see it

I think is Flo (but could be the coach): keep calm, keep calm, go

Rosa: I imagine, it’s normal

Coach: breath

Roberto: 50 seconds Laura

Coach: go down (and he say a think I can catch. I hear rojo, meaning red but could be another thing. He could say baja el hombro, meaning bend down your shoulder)

Flo: let’s go

Rosa: come on Laura. The heats ends after (she means the hotness they feel in they muscles in each challenge they do)

Coach: in there

Rosa: there

I think someone said they (3rd person gender neutral because they didn’t use subject in Spanish (and it’s grammatically correct) never won one

Coach: okay

People screams. Rosa says Lauri

Beto: in there, control it

Roberto: that’s it

Rosa: there (Rosa speaks louder than the coach)

Beto: step on well

Roberto: very good, last part (coach says something that I can hear and then keep going)

Beto: last hill. Squeeze hard

Rosa: the bell

Roberto: Come on, Laura. 3 rings to ring the bell

Ana: come on Laura!

Roberto: she is close. Come on!

Beto: get muscle tone (I think he means to do the last effort, but I’m not really sure as I can’t really hear the coach)

Roberto: go for all. Be careful

Rosa: what is her time?

Roberto: that’s time!

Flo tells something to Rosa, either a guess time or that Laura has lost because Rosa says oh

Laura: than you

Roberto: I love that you are very competitive. You arrived there, and the first thing you did was look at Jorge like saying ‘What happened?’ Time for Laura Escanes: 1 minute and 29 seconds. And now we will asses with the jury and we know dhhe improved a lot her time, Beto

Beto: a lot

Ana (maybe?): her best time

Roberto: a lot her time. Come both of you with me. Congratulations Beto for your work

Laura: thank you

Beto: see you

Rosa: good job both

Roberto: gosh. I want to remind that Jesús,

Juan: yes

Roberto: Jesulín de Ubrique did this same challenge and he suffered a lot. And they did it in 1:10 (Waru’s comment I swear I didn’t do a mistake, they say this) and 1:29 minutes. Very quick both of them

Juan:  a lot of people think that when

Rosa: Laura show your bruises. Mother of God

Juan: you are bugging each other, it’s a lie, it’s for the camera. But they are really bugging/confronted, no?

Roberto: really

Juan: I find fantastic what Laura did

Jorge: totally

Juan: I don’t know if you lacked a bit of concentration specially at the begging when you.. it- you got stuck , but fantastic. And then, what Jorge did another obviousness, no? You have a grat talent to compete, and when the day of the challenge arrives, it shows. Congratulations

Jorge: by luck yes! (he means that he really knows when to really how his cards)

Roberto: Pilar

Pilar: we have always seen a great comradeship, that they help each other even on the face off, and here we had this small rivalry

Juan: hell

Laura: but in a good way that I think it helped to give a lot of emotion to the challenge and to show your best marks and talent. So, congratulations to both of you, specially to you Jorge  for winning it

Roberto: how did you see it?

Pedroche (guest judge, she is a model, host and collaborator in show on the same company. She is also the in Antena3′s special program for the twelve peals of the bell): I’m out of words. I find it incredible. They both gave plenty of emotion. I can say it, at the end of the day, I was with Laura until the end because I wanted at leas a draw. It seemed like... when there’s a healthy rivalry, it’s also okay a draw because you did it incredible. So congratulations

Roberto: incredible, incredible

Laura: thanks

Roberto: Jorge, Laura, congratulations to both of you. You can go and take a seat with your comrades

Ana: good

Rosa: bravo guys

Boris: bravo

Ana: that’s good

[thunderc1an]

Po3 rewrite, Chapter 3:

Table of Contents | Chapter 2

Within days of the incident Hazelpaw’s apprenticeship was given to Brightheart to oversee, Mousepaw heard speculation that this was just for the time being and soon Hazelpaw would return to train under Spiderleg, but a half-moon had already passed, and this exchange has yet to happen. 

To think that he had not even noticed the state in which Hazelpaw was pushed into by her former mentor was very shameful on his part; and when he had formally apologized to Hazelpaw for said actions his littermate had simply laughed, and smiled, and then brushed the conversation into another area of interest.

“Mousepaw,” The apprentice was then pulled from his thoughts. The image of his mentor came into focus. “Now is not the right time to allow your mind to wander, please pay attention to the lesson” Brackenfur advised lightly and at this Mousepaw became shy with embarrassment, a good apprentice would be attentive to every word that came from their mentor’s jaw. “I’m sorry, sir”. The senior warrior shook his head gently with a rather bemused expression to his features. “We’ve been over this already, there is no need for the formalities, Mousepaw. To you I am your mentor, above the fact that I am the clan’s deputy.” 

With his statement Mousepaw was reminded in part of a few heated words that were spoken before the skirmish broke loose:

Any clan cat knows the bond between mentor and apprentice is deeper than that of blood.

“Sir?”

The smile on his mentor’s face had reluctantly grown in length.

“May I ask a question?”

The older tom nodded, moving to sit himself in a brightly lit patch of grass, for a moment Mousepaw had to squint as the golden pelt of his mentor glowed in the sun. The forest was relatively quiet this day and his ears could pick the soft sound of a mouse moving along in the undergrowth, or perhaps it was a squirrel, and he had thought wrong. “Is it true, that the bond between mentor and apprentice is deeper than blood itself?”

The clan deputy hummed thoughtfully, its pleasant tune echoed gingerly around him. After a few moments in what seemed like thoughtful contemplation Brackenfur spoke: “Well, yes, it is believed that the bond an apprentice has with their mentor should surpass the bond of family”. Mousepaw did have great care for his mentor but he wondered if he and the older tom would ever reach that point of familiarity, but then again, stronger than that of family? “Of course, not all those who mentor deserve the loyalty of their apprentice.” These words were spoken in a way that suggested his mentor’s apprenticeship was not the most pleasant one.

Curiosity got the better of Mousepaw and he pressed the conversation in that area wanting to know more. “Who was your mentor, are they still in Thunderclan?”

“No, not anymore. My first day as an apprentice would be the last day I would train under him; he simply fell in love with the secrets of the river.” The white apprentice’s ear flickered upon sensing a faint underlying bitterness to his mentor’s demeanor, one that had aged neatly without always showing itself. He knew there was a deeper meaning to what the senior warrior meant, but this time the young cat did not press further. “I no longer hold hostility towards him for in his absence I became the clan’s apprentice. The warriors of Thunderclan never discarded my training, they generously passed their knowledge and skill to me. Every Thunderclan cat, whether they sustain the title of warrior or monarch, I have learned from.” “Even Firestar?” Brackenfur chuckled, a low thing that was hoarse yet comforting, distantly, as he tucked the tune into the ends of his mind, he would assume this was how the laughter of a father should sound like. “Yes, even Firestar, as well as many cats that I have sadly outlived.” Who were those cats? Mousepaw could not help but wonder. Cats before his time, how were their stories written and what were they like? “Mousepaw, I may be your mentor but I wish for you to learn from every cat in Thunderclan. A warrior can have the talent to defeat those who are bigger than they may be but a true clan cat will come to understand the beauty of each and every one of their clanmates and appreciate it”. “How did you learn to appreciate it?” He asked shyly rather awed by the wisdom the older cat carried with his person. “Me?” Brackenfur asked before an even brighter smile lit his features “You see a very special kit taught me so,”

And this stumped him, no matter how hard he thought about it Mousepaw could not make any sense of the explanation he was given, even as the pair had now made their way further into the lush territory, he still continued to think upon it. It was not necessarily a bother that he could not understand how a kit alone could teach Brackenfur such a compound subject, but instead he was fairly intrigued by it. Perhaps he should speak with the kits of Ferncloud once they come into this world. Maybe then he would learn to be a refined warrior of Thunderclan.

The white apprentice bent himself down to properly sniff a tuft of grass. “Mousepaw, what do you smell?” The young cat took a few heartbeats to decipher what he had just smelled as he straightened himself. It was something most definitely nasty. An odor that had made his nose crinkle with disgust. “Something icky,” and Mousepaw had wiped his nose with his paw to rid the scent that had stayed behind; it did not work.

“I want you to remember it well, Mousepaw. This is the smell of dog” 

“Is it still here?” He asked with fear gripping his words. He himself had never encountered a thing known as a ‘dog’ before but when he was just a small thing that could waddle his littermates and he would listen to the stories of the cats that had come to visit their little family within the nursery. Brightheart’s stories were the scariest in all the clan; she would tell stories of monstrous shadows that would gallop through the forest with teeth as big as young trees: dogs. The pair were far from camp but the scent was still within the territory, closer to that of the border Thunderclan shared with Shadowclan. “No, the smell is stale, but it is a matter that will be reported back to Firestar,” Brackenfur smiled kindly down at him “Just to be safe, one should never hesitate on matters such as these.” Mousepaw nodded, storing this newly given advice somewhere in the reaches of his mind.

“Well, well, well, look what we found here” A new voice made itself known and both toms’ heads turned to its source. Sorreltail emerged from the undergrowth, her dappled pelt camouflage her form well, she seemed to blend with a good number of shadows that surrounded them. Jaypaw was next to poke his head from the undergrowth, his large ears twitched and as the slender tom stepped forward, his long whiskers brushed against every plausible surface that was within reach. “Sorreltail, Jaypaw, what a surprise” The deputy greeted, having dipped his head. “Likewise, good Brackenfur, Mousepaw,” The she-cat meowed pleasantly, and a look was shared between the older warriors.

“So, Jaypaw and I just finished with our own activities, would it be any trouble if we were to join your little party?”

“Not at all, I see no problem with this, do you Mousepaw?” and the apprentice in question shook his head. Jaypaw was quick to voice his opinion however: “Do we have to?” the young dark grey cat bemoaned, “We’ve had no fun today, it’s just been lessons after lessons” Mousepaw looked to see Sorreltail’s reaction, Jaypaw was only some moons younger than him but he’d never dare to speak to his mentor in such a tone or manner. But, the molly wore a kind expression, one filled with affection at the other apprentice’s actions; the way she looked was close to motherly. “I see nothing wrong with having a break, Scruffy.” She meowed, “Actually, you’ve done well today so let’s just end class here. Mousepaw, could you take Jaypaw back to camp?” The white apprentice perked at his name and then quietly looked to his mentor for approval. Brackenfur opened his mouth, surely to say something on this matter, but with the way Sorreltail rose her brow at him the deputy was quick to push it aside with a heavy sigh, he smiled, “Go on Mousepaw, you boys get back to camp, alright?” The pair nodded, then turned to leave, and as they left they heard the friendly chatter of the older cats.

Now well within the heart of Thunderclan Jaypaw and Mousepaw had begun to make some small talk. They should have done some hunting, the forest was alive and full of prey, but both cats had done well in their lessons this morning and they really did deserve a much needed break. “Like I said, I would much rather have you as my littermate than have Lionpaw as my brother.” Jaypaw huffed aloud and Mousepaw sheepishly smiled, “I’m sure it’s not that bad, he seems like a good cat,” The white apprentice meowed, having made an attempt to defend his clanmate.

“Oh please Mousepaw, you’re always too kind, don’t give my brother so much praise it might somehow inflate his already large ego” and Mousepaw could not help himself by laughing at this statement. So much for trying to defend his clanmate. It was true however, Lionpaw’s ego, when it showed itself, could rival no other cat. Yet Mousepaw had no real quarrel with it or with the apprentice themselves, for Lionpaw was a strong and very skilled individual, even for his young age. As long as Lionpaw could continually beat every apprentice in Thunderclan then the red tom could keep his pedestal, it was well earned in Mousepaw’s eyes. Though, Berrypaw certainly did not think this way. His own littermate would wine and moan that Honeypaw would never think he was the coolest cat out there if he kept on losing to a cat that was younger than he was. Perhaps Mousepaw could kindly ask Lionpaw to go easy on his brother during their next sparring session, surely it would be a blessing upon his ears if that love-sick dolt were to shut his-

Jaypaw laughed and Mousepaw blinked from his thoughts, not having expected the sound. His brows were raised in question, not knowing what Jaypaw had found funny, the pair had just walked a good number of paw steps in comfortable silence. 

“Oh,” Jaypaw’s head turned away from his line of sight in a shy manner, “Sorry, I was thinking about something funny,” Mousepaw flushed with embarrassment at the small misunderstanding, he apologized, but the awkward atmosphere had already hung itself over the pair. How silly of him, they were almost back at camp but Mousepaw wished to keep talking with Jaypaw; just a little longer nothing wrong with that, but his selfishness was a rather small part of him, it was not strong enough to ask if possibly they could idle longer. Additionally, with the delicate silence that had been created it was rather hard to strike up a conversation.

“Mousepaw?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to head back to camp, yet. That’s too boring, let’s go have some fun before we return,”

Mousepaw smiled, “Ok”.

[thespiritoflife]

White Death

Pairing: Lexa x Fem!reader

Warnings: grammatical errors, war?

A/N note: Let me know your opinion abt this story please! And also, do you want another part? Let me know please!!

Translations:

Em laik bounkola wamplei. - She's white death.

MINISERIES

Em laik bounkola wamplei.

They said.  Few people saw her, almost no one ever saw her.  She appeared unexpectedly, on the least expected occasions.  They had not seen her for ten years, and then she appeared.  They didn't see her for another 5 years and then she appeared again.

She still looked the same.  Young.  As if she didn't age.  Messy hair braided in complicated hairstyle and white pearls, she was in silver armor with a cream coat.  And that face.  Only her eyes shone in her face.  She had them painted in shining white.  She wore a silver sword in her silver belt, which she could fight very well.

People didn't like to whisper her name.  They were afraid they would call her.  She was very strong.  Everywhere she went, there was death.  People were afraid of her.

But it was not fair.  She has always fought on the side of justice.  On the good side.  She came when they really couldn't fight anymore.  She didn't talk to anyone, no one ever heard her say anything.  That's when white turned red.  Her white clothes were always covered in blood.

Who's this?  Where is she from?  People asked.  She always came alone.  In the clothes of no nation.  And no one has defeated her yet.

"It's Y / N," Lexa said without hesitation.  The advisers looked scared.

"You shouldn't pronounce that name, Commander," Titus told her.

Lexa rolled her eyes.  "I don't believe it. I don't believe these myths. Where is she? I want to see her with my own eyes and fight her."

"It's not a myth. It's a legend," Titus said, looking wary.

"Then let her come, if she exists," Lexa closed the subject and said goodbye to the others.

It was getting on her nerves already.  Everyone whispered only about her.  So where is she?  She didn't believe it.  She didn't feel like talking about it.  She won't come anyway.

●●●●

It was such an exhausting fight.  Blood ran down Lexa's face, she's not knowing if it was hers or someone else's.  She didn't have time to find out.

They didn't win.  They started to lose.  And she wasn't happy with that.  If they lose, the world will be ruled by a very bad side.  The time of eternal darkness will come.

She must not think that way!

She pulled her sword from her body when something suddenly blinded her.  She swore she heard fanfare.  And suddenly silence.  There was silence throughout the battle.

She opened her eyes.  She saw a white light that gradually turned into a white horse.  And a young woman.

"It's her. White death," someone whispered beside her.

She didn't even turn behind her voice.  She watched in astonishment as the young woman, covered in a cloak, fought.

Lexa didn't see anyone fight like that.  The daredevils ran to her, probably mainly to brag about killing a White Death.

And that was a mistake.

The White Death, whoever it was, killed them in a second.  Lexa watched as thousands of people fell to her beautiful legs.  And with a smile on their lips.

Who's this?  I want to see her face.

Lexa approached her without hesitation.  The White Death didn't even register her.  The white color gradually changed to red.

When she killed the last of the last in a few seconds, she looked up.

And Lexa sighed in astonishment.

She had never seen such beauty.  She swore she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

Y / N looked at her and then said.  "I'm a White Death and I'll only come when they need me, Lexa kom trikru."  She was heading for her horse.

And it was said that she never spoke.

Lexa ran to her.  She couldn't let her leave.

"Stay, please. I want to thank you,"

Y / N stopped for a moment.  She narrowed her eyes.  "And that by you don't believe I exist? By not believing that no one can defeat me? So I am inviting you to a duel in the sun tomorrow so that you have the honor of fighting me yourself. Come only if you want."  And with that, she quickly mounted the horse and galloped off.

Lexa watched in shock as the white light disappeared.

What just happened?  Was she challenged to a White Death duel?

She certainly won't survive.

[anotherseverussnapelover]

birthday cake

Please remember that I'm neither a native nor fluent English speaker, so if you find any spell/grammatical mistake, feel free to correct me.

Rating : K

Word count : too much (sorry, i didn't count)

Pairing: young!Severus x young!Lily

Fluffy fluff

It was the first January after he befriended Lily. A Saturday, January the 30th, year 1970. A 10 years old Severus was at the park where he usually met his first, one, and only friend, hopping she would come — even if it was cold —because anywhere was better than "home".

He still wore this huge coat, holding it tight, trying to keep the heat with more or less success.

All of a sudden, he heard his name in the distance, and a few seconds later she was there, right in front of him, smiling and shining, maybe more than usual. He instantly felt his body temperature rise, but didn't had the time to speak before she did, her red hair all over her face, her cheeks red with excitement and cold, and the hugest smile Severus ever saw on her face so far.

"Come with me Sev ! We're having cake, it's my birthday ! Mom and Dad said you can come !"

And without thinking, he took her hand and followed his friend throughout the streets to her house.

"ho! I'm glad you found him" told Mrs Evans when they came in. "Hello Severus. Take your shoes and coats off, children, I'll be waiting in the kitchen."

"yes moooooom", she answered while he muttered "yes, Mrs Evans".

Severus was always stunned by the differences with his parents' house. At the Evans house, everything was warmth, and lights, and photographs, and family, and love. He wanted to belong to a place like that, but he knew that this place was not the one he belonged to. He always felt awkward being here. Not unwanted, not undesirable, just... Not fitting in. Mr and Mrs Evans tolerated him because he was Lily's friend, but they never really tried to interact with him — neither did he, rushing into his friend's room to speak about magic or play worms.

"Hello Severus" said Mr Evans, sitting in his armchair, smocking and reading the newspaper, as they crossed the living room. "I'm happy to see you here, Lily didn't want to invite anyone but you today, even though it's her birthday."

Severus was surprised, but more than happy to hear that. She choose him. Him, among all the friends she might have in her school. Because she might have many friends, right ? She was nice, smiley, brilliant — perfect. And perfect people always have many friends.

"Daaaaaaaaad" Lily moaned. "What is it, Lil' ? It's not everyday that my little girl turns 10, innit ?" He mused, looking at them with a smile. "Go bake that cake, I'll be very hungry by tea time."

He turned back to his newspaper, and Lily led Severus to the kitchen, where Mrs Evans was already putting kitchen utensils on the kitchen table.

"Here you are, love. Did you chose the cake you want to bake ?"

"Can I have a chocolate one ? Do you like chocolate Severus ?"

She was almost jumping in excitement, a wide smile on her face, while her mother was picking a cookbook.

"choco- oh, yes, I... Anything is fine, Lil', it's your birthday."

"Ok ! So we will bake the cake you want for your birthday then ! When is it, by the way ? You never told me !"

"oh, huh... T'was on January 9th."

"WHAT ?!" she cried out. "You didn't told me, Sev !"

He could only shrugged his shoulders, an apologetic smile on his face.

"I can't believe you didn't told me ! I'll have to wait a whole year to wish you a happy birthday ! Ugh, Sev !"

"Come and chose a cake, love" Mrs Evans urged them, "We need to start baking soon if you want it to be ready by tea time".

"I want the one with the most chocolate in it, Mum"

"So, this is... the.. chocolate fudge cake, I suppose. Chocolate in the sponge cake, ganache and icing, is that enough chocolate ?"

They smiled to each other before Mrs Evans turned to Severus.

"Can you read the recipe so that we can get the ingredients out, Severus ? It's on page 394"

He took the book she handed him — God it was a heavy book, with a looooooot of recipes — and he sat on a chair, put the book on the table, opened it and began to read. Soon, almost everything was on the table : eggs, flour, butter, sugar (brown and white), and more chocolate than Severus ever saw.

"oh, I think we are out of icing sugar and sour cream. I'm going to Tesco, can you two weight everything while I'm out ?" she asked, taking her apron off.

"leave it to us, Mum ! We will be done before you come back !"

Mrs Evans laughed, reminded them to tie their hair — "even you Severus, Lily has hair clips if you can't tie everything up with the hair tie" —, wash their hands and wear the child sized aprons she took out from a drawer.

10 minutes later, after 3 "no, Lils, I don't want quilts" and 2 "why are all you hair clips pink and yellow ? With rainbows ?!", they where back in the kitchen, washing their hands.

"do you think we can do it with magic, Sev ?" She asked him in a whisper.

"we can try, but should not get caught" he said in the same tone.

"'kay, so, what comes first ?"

"the flour" he answered, checking the recipe, kneeling on a chair to read "175g of it."

"'kay, let's start" she whispered, her face already tensing with focus.

The bowl was already on the scale and the flour pack already open, so they just had to pour some of the latter into the former. The flour pack started to rise in the air, slowly, until it was right above the bowl.

They were both holding their breathes when it started to tip down, slowly, inch by inch, waiting for the flour to fall right into the bowl.

"are you okay, children ?" Asked Mr Evans from the leaving room.

They jumped and whimped out of suprise, and the packet fell, right on the side of the bowl, pouring flour everywhere — the table, the floor, and their clothes, faces and hair.

Hearing the noise, Mr Evans rushed into the kitchen to check on them, asking if they were all right, even though they were coughing and sneezing so hard they couldn't answer.

"daaaaaaad" Lily whimped, her eyes tearing, "we were doing great !"

"sorry love, you two were quiet, I thought something was wrong".

Has Severus not been so focused on trying to not sneeze again, his eyes would've widen of surprise. Mr Evans didn't seem mad at them, like at all. How was that possible? They wasted so much flour ! And flour is food and food costs money!

"for God sake, what happened here ? Did something exploded?" asked Mrs Evans, back from the supermarket, looking at the three of them.

"sorry Mum, I dropped the flour"

"it's okay, Lily, let's clean that up and I will supervise you. You two will have a shower when we're done."

She picked up the broom and cleaned the floor, Mr Evans went back to the living room, and Lily gave Severus apologetics smile and look.

"let's try to take some and put it in the bowl" he huffed, starting to collect the flour on the table.

His friend helped him, and soon, they had collected enough flour to reach the 175g needed.

"why aren't you wearing the aprons ?"

"oops, we forgot it."

Mrs Evans sight, the broom still in her hold. "Ok, put it on and we will bake that cake."

The Evans smiled at each other, and the children get down their chairs. Lily taught to Severus how to wear and tie an apron, because he never wore one before. His mother always wore dresses when she coocked, she confessed it was the same she used to wear when she brew potions, but he didn't told Lily just in case Mrs Evans could hear them.

"now that you two are ready, let's weight everything up and bake that super chocolate cake".

And so they did.

Severus weighted the brown sugar, Lily the white one. She showed her friend how to crack an egg properly, and Mrs Evans didn't became mad when he failed two times, she even smiled at him when he succeeded.

They mixed the dough in turn using that huge wooden spoon, laughing when Severus almost drop the mixing bowl when Lily stirred too hard for him to hold his grip, laughed again when some dough drop out when he did the same, and they smiled at each other when they surreptitiously (or so they thought) ate the dough that have escaped.

Severus has never ate anything like that. It was sweet and chocolatey and smooth and it tasted soooo good !

"Ok, children, time to pour it into the moulds! Who goes first?" Lily's hand rose so fast into the air that Severus couldn't do anything but looking at her, his eyes widen with surprise. "Let's go then, come here my love" told Mrs Evans.

She stand by her daughter while she poured the dough, guiding her, warning her to keep the same amount for the second cake.

He looked at them, hoping that some day, maybe he could do the same with his mother. Having her guiding him to bake, do magic or brew potion would feel really good, but never happened so far. Maybe after his first year at Hogwarts..?

"d'you want to do the second cake Sev?" Lily asked, bringing him back to the present moment. "Can I, really?" he asked back, thinking she wanted to do the all thing. "Yup, sure. Is it okay, Mum?", "Of course, love. Come here, Severus".

So he did, under his friends mother guidance, poured the dough he helped to do in the twin mold, carefully, hoping to not mess anything — because it was Lily's birthday, so everything had to be perfect.

"There's not enough, there's a little bit less than in the first mould" he stated sadly. "Don't worry Severus" replied Mrs Evans, handing him the wooden spoon, "if you scrap the bowl, it will be enough. Why is that spoon clean ? Did you licked it, Lily?"

He turned around to look at his friend while she answered with a "Noooo..?" with a — not so — innocent smile. "Maybe you shouldn't lie when there's evidences all over you face" he laughed, noticing the remains of chocolate dough on her cheeks and nose. Her face turned red as she tried to clean her face with her hand, just to spread it and make Severus laugh harder, while her mother set the timer and put the moulds into the oven, sighting with a smile.

"Well, it's time to cl-"

"Daisy, can i talk to you for a minute, please?" Mr Evans interrupted her. "Of course darling", she answered to her husband before looking at them, "You can eat the remaining dough from the bowl while I'm with Harry, but don't break anything and don't fight. And when I come back, we will do the dishes and clean the table."

"ok, Mum" Lily answered, "we will be suuuuuper careful! We're already 10, you know?". "Yes, i know, love" she whispered, kissing her on the head, "you will have to brush your hair before taking a shower. I'll be back soon".

She left, leaving Lily blushing and Severus troubled about that kiss. Was that a common thing for mothers to kiss their children? So far, he only saw them do it in front of the school doors, and his Mum never did it since he always walked to the school by himself. She never did it at home neither, even though she did pat his head, back or shoulder sometimes.

"if you don't move quickly, I'll eat it all by myself, Sev!". She almost made him jump, and he turned around to find her with the wooden spoon in her hand again, scraping the bowl before licking the dough on the spoon. "Hey! Lil'! Leave me some!" he whimpered before rushing by her side, using his own hand to snare some of the remains before she eats it all. She soon abandoned the (super clean) spoon to scrap the bowl with her bare hands too, starting a "eating dough competition", putting some on the too-clean-face of her best friend, laughing until a "click" and a flash filled the kitchen, making them jump.

They turned to Mr Evans holding his camera, his wife standing behind him.

"Say cheese!" he cheered them. "Come on Severus, smile!" he cheered again, after another click. "3, 2, 1, CHEESE!".

Severus smiled this time, his best friend's arm around his shoulders, forgetful of his face painted with dough, his clothes covered with flour and the yellow hair clips in his hair.

"time to clean that up", stated Daisy, clapping her hands. "Put everything in the sink, and then Lily will wipe the table and Severus will dry the dishes with the dishcloth. Is it ok for you two?"

They agreed, and 20 minutes later, the dishes was clean, the two cakes were baked and put to cool on a counter and the bowl where back on the table. Severus and Lily weighted the icing sugar and mixed it with the butter, while Daisy was melting the chocolate in the heavy cream before pouring it into the bowl.

"I'll finish everything while you take a shower, okay? Lil', love, can you ask Dad a T-shirt for Severus, please? I doubt the he will wear one of yours. You can come down when you're done or stay playing in your room, I'll call when it's time to eat the cake", she told them, her voice and smile soft. "'kay Mum ! C'm'on Sev!" Lily exclaimed, grabbing Severus' hand to lead him to the first floor.

She was showing him how to use the shower when her Dad came to give him a T-shirt and a plastic bag to put his dirty one in. The young boy took the hair clips off of his hair, horrified to have been photographed with that on his head, before brushing it with Lily's brush to take off the remaining flour while she handed him her soap and shampoo, and a clean towel.

He came back from the bathroom 5 minutes later, clean and asking his friend if it was really ok to wear this T-shirt wich looked pretty new, looking at upside down at the words "The Dubliners" written on it.

"'S okay" she answered, "wait here, i won't be long" she told again, heading to the bathroom.

He stayed in the room, looking at the toys and books dispersed around the shelves and floor, and the pale-green sheets ont the bed.

He was reading The Beauty and The beast when she came back, smelling just like him — strawberry and vanilla.

"is that story about human transfiguration ?" He asked, genuinely curious. "I dunno, do you think it is?" she replied, her eyebrows up. "Well it looks like it is. The prince should've been nice with the Wich so he wouldn't 've been cursed. What are they listening down there?" he asked again.

She smiled widely at him before pointing his shirt, musing an enthusiastic "them! Let's go back downstairs!".

She led him again, almost running, to her parents dancing in the living room, their cigarettes smoking in a ashtray. They held out their hand to them, inviting them to join the dance. Not really sure about what to do, Severus found himself jumping everywhere with his friend after a few minutes, laughing loudly and falling on the cushions on the sofa, climbing the arms of the armchairs around the fireplace. They quietened when Mr Evans lowered the sound, announcing the cake will be ready soon and they have to wait at the dining table.

They sat, excited to see their birthday cake. Petunia joined them soon, visibly upset, but they have to close their eyes soon, doing their best to ignore Mr Evans taking an insane amount of photos — to the point that Severus started to ask himself what he the hell he will do with all those pictures of them — when Mrs Evans started to sing "happy birthday". Only then, they opened their eyes to see her approaching with the chocolate cake covered with chocolate frosting, topped with 10 lightened green candles.

Mr Evans took another picture with the two of them beside the cake before Lily blowed the candle. They cheered before Daisy asked Severus if he wanted to blow them too, but Petunia snapped "it's not even his birthday, why would he do that?" before he could answered. "T'was my birthday 3 weeks ago, i still can blow some candles" he snapped back. "Would you like that, Severus?" asked Mr Evans after he gave a disapproving look to his elder daughter. "Yes, pleased" the young boy answered with a tiny smile.

Daisy lit the candle up once again, and Harry took a new picture of Severus blowing it, before they cut the cake.

When the plates where empty and their cups of tea refilled, Daisy announced it was time for the presents. Severus watched Lily opening three of them (a tales book, a new red dress and a frog plush) before Mr Evans handed him one.

His eyes widened, and his friend's father had to encourage him to take it. "It's not much", he declared "it's a bit old but i think you'll like it. Open it up!".

Ignoring Petunia's mocking glare, he tore the paper off to find an old book. "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" he read. "Did you already read it", Daisy asked him. "No", he muttered, "but i will!". "Billiant! Look at me, you two, presents up!"

Mr Evans took another picture of Lily holding her new book and dress, Severus holding the toad and his book.

When Harry found the photo album 30 years later in a box hidden in a closet in his former parent's room.

Not because of the pictures, but because of the writings besides them.

"Severus' super jump" written by his mom when she was a child. "Chocolate war paint!" written again, above a "I won!" probably from a child Professeur Snape.

But what tore his heart was that one phrase, written on top of the picture where Severus was blowing the candles, by an much older hand, a writing he new well from a letter he found in Grimauld Place years ago.

"Severus' first birthday cake".

Everything felt logical now.

[notstinky]

Oh! I'll go read that.

And yeah totally, Kitty never kisses who she's supposed to. Not Rachel, not Illyana, not [user has read the fanfic] no

I'm. wow. so. This is so ho. ho. hor. [user cannot resist]

THE BESSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like the best fanfic EVER. I loved portrayal of the routine of everyday working life in a corporate coffee shop environment and the colour of aprons. I loved when scott summers, leader of the x-men, soup enjoyer, made Emma Frost's gross coffee. I love that Rictor was wearing a blue apron and not a green one because he's a rebel. I love when roberto cried because he's such a CRINGE FAIL LOSER ugh disgusting he's not even cool and a rebel like Rictor who is so cool in his blue apron even though he should have been wearing a green one. And Emma Frost would order a large coffee with NO CREAM and NO SUGAR because that's what people say! When they're at a coffee shop! Yeah! They definitely say that and not something else like BLACK COFFEE. No! Absolutely not!

There were absolutely no spelling mistakes or grammatical errors! I loved, LOVED, the author's notes I thought they really added so much and I appreciated how you held the audience ransom at the end by demanding comments. I totally thought that was so cool and awesome of you and you're the best and I LOVE YOU and this fanfic is so good I've submitted it to BAFTA for an award.

I'm making 4 more accounts just so I can comment, kudos, subscribe, favourite, bookmark, save, print, worship.

You should write another one with Wolverine which BY THE WAY I loved your convo with him you should do more of those I think you're so great and cool and the best writer ever and I love this fanfic so much!!!!!!! KISSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MWAH

[in a private message, user attaches a link to her latest fanfic, xavier's cafe. it is an x-men coffee shop au. it is bad.]

I KNOW! I wish she could kiss Kitty, though. I mean, Betsy is fine, but Rachel and Kitty have had, like, something going on forever! Why can't they just let that happen already? If someone said their favorite X-Men was Angel, I wouldn't trust them anymore. I guess Beast is making a comeback, but those movies were messy. I mean, First Class was okay, I guess, and Days of Future Past was good, but everything else? Yikes.

It's nice to meet you, too, Thea! Are we friends?

[mrs-gucci]

Full Service {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! this idea was rolling around in my brain for a while, but it took a bit for me to get it just right. so, here’s the final finished product!

**I used a translation app for all of the Italian in this story, so I apologize for any mistakes or grammatical errors. all Italian will be in italics, with the translations following the dialogue in parenthesis.

**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.

warnings: smut. maurizio calling reader “tesoro”™️. a tiny bit of fluff at the very end. maid/boss roleplay (lowkey?? except reader’s actually a maid lol). oral. no aftercare. dirty talk and name-calling/degradation, but in italian ;)

(possible) tw’s: indifelity/extramarital affair. implied age gap (reader is over 21, no more than 10 years difference).

word count: 2.7k

“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).

You’d just begun cleaning the marbled kitchen when Mr. Gucci arrives home. You turn around and offer him a small smile, which he ignores, shrugging the briefcase off his shoulder. 

He immediately walks into his office and shuts the door without a single word or glance, and you probably wouldn’t see him again for the rest of the evening. That’s usually how it went. Patrizia wasn’t home yet, a surprise considering she’s usually home all day when you come to clean. 

You’ve developed quite the crush for Mr. Gucci as of late, although you’d never admit it aloud. He was a bit older than you, not to mention married. But, you couldn’t help it, he was unbelievably handsome, successful, and quick-witted when he wanted to be. Usually after a drink or two.

But, he was a man very dedicated to his work, which often left him with a stern demeanor and a harsh tone of voice. He barely paid you mind, especially not when work was waiting for him in his office. 

You continued to clean for another hour or so; it was a mansion, after all, and the kitchen was at least three times the size of your bedroom. Plus, the extensive marble surfaces and stainless steel appliances require your full service. You were so immersed in your work that you didn’t even notice Mr. Gucci’s presence behind you. 

Only when you turned around did you realize not only him, but the close proximity between your bodies. You gasp, backing up against the cabinetry. 

“Oh! Signore Gucci, mi scuso. Non sapevo che ci fossi.”  (Oh! Mr. Gucci, my apologies. I didn’t know you were there.)

His eyes look you up and down for a brief moment before returning to meet yours, a soft smile pulling at his lips. 

“Va bene, piccoletto. Non volevo farti da parte.” (It’s alright, little one. I didn’t mean to startle you.)

He sighs, looking away.

“Volevo informarvi che Patrizia non tornera stasera.  Ha deciso di restare la notte in una casa di amici.”  (I wanted to inform you that Patrizia won’t be coming back this evening. She’s decided to stay the night at a friends house.)

You could sense that there was something else going on, but you didn’t prod further, deciding that it was none of your business. You nod up at him, a bit confused as to why he’s telling you this. And why he has to be standing so damn close to tell you.

“Grazie per avermi informato, signore. Ho quasi finito di pulire la giornata, quindi saro via tra un’ora circa.”  (Thank you for letting me know, sir. I am almost done cleaning for the day, so I’ll be gone in an hour or so.)

Maurizio reaches his hand up to hold the side of your face, thumb swiping across your bottom lip. You freeze, tensing beneath his touch.

“Da quando hai iniziato a lavorare qui, ho trovato sempre piu difficile concentrarsi sul mio lavoro. Sai perche, piccoletto?” (You know, ever since you began working here, I’ve found it more and more difficult to focus on my work. Do you know why that is, little one?)

“No, signore, non lo so.” (No, sir, I don’t know.)

He runs a single finger down from my lips, tracing a straight line over my throat before it toys with the collar of my uniform.

“La tua uniforme...mi sta distrando.” (Your uniform is...distracting for me.)

The breath hitches in your throat as his fingers rub the material of the smoothed-down collar. His gaze flicks down to where his thumb and forefinger are.

“Quando ti vedo,” (Whenever I see you,)

He begins, leaning in a little closer.

“Trovo che i miei pantaloni cominciino a sentirsi stretti, il che e strano perche ho sistemato tutto il mio costume.”  (I find that my pants begin to feel tight, which is strange because I have all of my suits custom fitted.)

You nearly choke on your breath as his hand travels down the curves of your body, traversing the scoop of your hip before resting just above the hem of your uniform dress.

“E strano, sig. Gucci.” (That is odd, Mr. Gucci.)

His hand begins massaging the side of your thigh gently, and he leans down just a bit further, mouth now right in front of your ear. His hot breath sends a chill down your spine.

“Sta succedendo adesso, in effetti. Pensi di potermi aiutare con questo problema, Y/N?” (It’s happening right now, in fact. Do you think you could help me with this problem, Y/N?)

He presses you up against the cabinets, bodies flush together. A small groan escapes his lips when his obvious erection slides on your lower stomach.

You’ve never been as perplexed and aroused as you are in this moment. The burn between your thighs is nearly unbearable, and as much as you hate to admit it, you wanted this.

“Sono al suo servizio, signore.” (I am at your service, sir.)

Maurizio smirks, hooking a finger under the hem and pulling the stretchable fabric of your uniform dress out, then releasing it, allowing it to snap back into place on your outer thigh.

“In ginocchio, piccoletto.” (On your knees then, little one.)

Without hesitation, you slide down onto your knees, mouth watering as you look up at him, awaiting his next command. He cups your cheek, gently swiping his thumb across your cheekbone. 

“Bellissima e obbediente, capisco. Bene, bene.” (Beautiful and obedient, I see. Good, good.)

You bite your lip as he pats your cheek, then runs a hand over the bulge in his pants, sighing softly at the contact. His fingers curl up underneath, cupping and squeezing his balls while his thumb presses down on the head, rubbing it. He groans, letting out a shaky breath afterwards. 

“Vedi cosa mi fai fare, Y/N? Devo scendere e massaggiarmi cosi, togliendo tempo di lavoro prezioso.”  (Do you see what you make me do, Y/N? I have to reach down and rub myself like this, taking away precious work time.)

You’re soaked already, clit throbbing, begging for attention. You whine softly, chewing your lip as you resist the urge to lunge forward and run your face over his clothed length.

He smirks.

“Questo ti eccita, piccolo? Ti piace immaginarmi di toccarmi cosi nel mio ufficio?” (Does that thought excite you, little one? Do you like imagining me touching myself like this in my office?)

Your eager nod only spurs him on, hips pushing forward into his palm. He quickly takes his hand away, taking a small step closer so that the bulge is mere centimeters from your lips. Your jaw slacks and your breath becomes hot and heavy, mouth eager to worship him. 

His large hand gently wraps around the back of your head, pushing your head forward, encouraging you to touch him. You don’t require any further invitation, mouthing at his length while your nose drags against it. 

He widens his stance, spreading his legs apart as his hips start to grind against your mouth. 

“Oh, e cosi entusiasta. Mi piace, merda.” (Oh, she’s so eager. I love it, shit.)

The back of your head begins to hurt as it’s pressed further and further against the cabinet handles, but you don’t care, reaching around to grab his ass to pull him further into you. Even he seems surprised by this, asscheeks clenching as he suddenly thrusts forward with a low grunt. 

Maurizio wraps his hands in your hair, keeping you still as he pulls back, chest heaving slightly. His pupils are blown wide and he grabs your chin, thumb pressing down into the flesh. 

“Apri bene.” (Open wide.)

He says, grinning down at you as he begins pulling his belt buckle loose. 

Soon, he undoes his pants and pulls himself out from beneath the restrictive material, humming in satisfaction as his length bobs in front of you. His hands rest on either side of your head as he guides his weeping head towards your mouth. You open for him, and he leans forward, pushing into your mouth.

You immediately begin choking and gagging, but he just keeps going, pushing inch after inch inside. His abdomen tenses and his back curls when he’s shoved all of himself in your mouth, letting out a shaky exhale. 

“Cosi, oh bella ragazza, e cosi bella la bocca.” (That’s it, oh good girl, such a good mouth.)

You’re forced to remain still as your throat constricts, head pinned against the cabinets with his hands on either side. Once you adjust to the new intrusion, Maurizio pulls back before thrusting forward again, growling under his breath. 

“Cazzo, e una cosa buona per me.” (Fuck, that’s good, so good for me.)

All you can do is moan as your boss begins fucking your mouth, eyelids brimming with tears at the constant touch of his tip on your uvula. He bends over, supporting himself on the counter with an arm while his hand tightens in your hair, thrusts getting faster.

“Guarda questa bocca che mi allunga per il cazzo. Che brava ragazza, prendendo il cazzo dei capi come se fosse troia.”  (Look at this little mouth stretching out for my cock. What a good girl, taking her bosses cock like the slut she is.)

You moan loudly, hand swiftly snaking down between your legs, fingertips pressing on the throbbing nub to provide relief. When he sees you do this, it only seems to encourage him further, one foot scooting forward so that he’s now almost completely bent over you. 

His hips are becoming desperate, now, losing their rhythm as his inevitable release builds. 

“Ah, sapevo che avresti avuto una bella bocca, Y/N. Ho sempre saputo che saresti ansioso di prendere il mio uccello, disposto a lasciarti usare cosi.” (Ah, I knew you’d have a good little mouth, Y/N. I always knew you’d be eager to take my cock, willing to let me use you like this.)

You’re sobbing around him now, tears streaming down your cheeks at the sheer intensity of the arousal you’re experiencing. He looked so good like this: hair a mess, glasses fogged, panting and grunting with each thrust, all while he slams his cock into your mouth without relent.

Suddenly, he pulls out and stumbles back, hands gripping the edge of the countertop as he catches his breath. He stares down at you with a look of pure hunger, of carnal lust, and it makes you shudder. 

“Alzati e piegati al bancone. Subito.” (Stand up and bend yourself over the counter. Now.)

He strokes himself rapidly as you stand up on shaky legs and bend over, spreading your legs. He’s quick to come up behind you, grabbing your hips to pull you back a bit so that your hips were off the edge. 

You gasp when he yanks the skirt up over your hips, revealing your creamy globes and the red lace thong nestled between them. He growls, making quick work of your panties, shoving them down off your hips before running his fingers along your folds delicately, just barely brushing them. 

Maurizio smirks when your hips try to grind down on him, seeking the friction you so desperately needed. He smacks your ass promptly, causing a choked cry to leave your throat. 

“Stai fermo, Y/N.” (Stay still, Y/N.)

Two of his digits suddenly breach your soaked entrance, pushing up into you. You gasp softly, hips jerking slightly as he begins fucking his thick fingers up into you. His hand spreads across your lower back, keeping you still as he curls his digits up to rub and tease that spongy spot on your walls. 

“C-Cazzo, sig. Gucci, ti prego. Scopami, la voglio cosi male.”  (F-Fuck, Mr. Gucci, please. Please fuck me, I want it so badly.)

He grins, giving your g-spot a few more rubs before pulling his fingers out, smearing the slick over your lips.

“Succhiali, piccoletto. Assaggiati sulle dita.” (Suck them, little one. Taste yourself on my fingers.)

You open your mouth and moan around his digits as you suck them clean, tongue swirling around them before he takes them out. His tip pokes at your entrance and he runs himself over your folds to collect some lubricant before positioning himself behind you. 

“Pronta?” (Ready?)

You don’t even have time to respond before he shoves his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside you. Your eyes almost bug out of your skull before squeezing shut, a loud gasp coming from your lips. He isn’t necessarily hung, but he’s certainly the biggest and thickest you’ve ever taken. 

His fingers dig into your hips as he remains still, allowing you to adjust to his size. After a moment, he draws back before thrusting forward again, building a steady rhythm with his hips. Small noises come from his lips as he fucks you into the countertop. 

“Si, cazzo. Cosi stretto e piccolo, sapevi di sentirti bene circondato dal mio uccello.” (Yes, fuck yes. So tight and little, knew you’d feel good wrapped around my cock.)

Your insides clench at his whispered words.

“Quante volte ci ha pensato, signore?” (How many times have you thought of this, sir?)

“Troppi per contare.” (Too many to count.)

He growls, hips suddenly bucking forward out-of-rhythm.

“Ogni volta che mi sono toccata, ho pensato a te, a questa stronzetta. Mi chiedevo se fossi stretto e ho pensato che sarebbe bello dividerla a meta con il mio cazzo.” (Every time I touched myself, I thought of you, of this little cunt. I wondered if you’d be tight, and I thought of how good it’d feel to split you in half with my cock.)

Maurizio puts his hand under your thigh and puts it up on the counter, bending down so his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Te lo sei immaginato anche questo, piccolo? Hai pensato a me quando ti sei toccata?” (Did you imagine this too, little one? Did you think about me when you touched yourself?)

You nod.

“Si, signore. Ti pensavo cosi, immaginavo che fossero le tue dita dentro di mi invece che le mie.” (I did, sir. I thought of you like this, imagined it was your fingers inside me instead of my own.)

“Ragazza sporca.” (Dirty girl.)

He snarls, pounding into you harder, hips spurred on by your words.

You’re close, now, walls beginning to pulse around him. He feels this, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other trails down around your front, fingers seeking your clit. 

His hand tightens around your neck, fingers gripping your jaw.

“Lo sento, tu sei vicino, piccolo. Forze, sborra intorno al mio uccello. Copri il tuo capo nella sporca fiaca e mostragli che porchetta sei.” (I can feel it, you’re close, little one. Come on, cum around my cock. Cover your boss in your filthy slick, show him what a little slut you are.)

With only a few circles over your erect clit, coupled with his cock stroking your walls rapidly and the dirty manner in which he was speaking to you, your release comes within seconds. You moan hoarsely, lungs depleted of some oxygen as his hand tightens around your throat. 

“Cazzo, arrivo!” (Fuck, I’m cumming!)

He ruts desperately into you, chasing his climax as he fucks you through yours. At the last minute, he pulls out, furiously jerking his cock before thick hot ropes of cum shoot from his tip, painting your bare ass. He grunts and groans through the whole thing, stroking himself through it before squeezing the head, letting the final drop land on your skin.

Both of you take a moment to catch your breaths and re-center yourselves in reality. Maurizio tucks himself back into his pants before walking over to grab a paper towel, wetting it slightly. He wipes all the drying seed off of your skin for you, bending down to pull your panties back up and your dress back down. 

Your legs are shaky as you stand back up, smoothing out the front of your uniform. Much to your surprise, Mr. Gucci didn’t leave right away, instead turning you around and bending down for a kiss. 

The kiss was gentle and tender, a stark contrast to everything that's happened up until this point. His large hand cupped your cheek and his thumb ran along your cheekbone before he pulled away, offering you a small smile.

“Grazie, piccolo.” (Thank you, little one.)

You return the smile.

“Certo, signore.” (Of course, sir.)

Turns out, the marble and stainless steel weren’t the only things that required your full service today.

[jennyluvsgoshiki]

NSKSNSSN OH MY GOG IM SO HAPPY I STUMBLED UPON UR BLOG!! YOUR WRITING IS RLLY GOOD AND I?? SKSJJSN THANK U SO MUCH

if it would be alright, could i request goshiki with a s/o who has a twin? she/ her pronouns please! they're literal opposites (her twin is more upbeat than his s/o lolol). thank you very much and i apologize if i made any grammatical mistake! english isn't my first language so i'm still kinda struggling with it:,D

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴄᴜᴛɪᴇ!ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノᴜʀ sᴏ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴏᴍɢ :'')) ᴛʏsᴍ!!! ɪ'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ <33 ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs >:D ɪ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴏʟᴀʀ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴs sᴏ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴛᴜғғ ʀɪɢʜᴛ! ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴡɪɴ ;>; ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs,,, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs!

pairings: goshiki tsutomu x f!reader

warnings: none

extra notes: s/n = sister's name

goshiki tsutomu with an s/o who has a twin o(≧∇≦o)

- at first he was VERY confused, he mixed you two up a lot. but he's gotten the hang of it over time <3.

- one day while he was at your house, a bunch of confusion sprung out...

- you're sister brought the drinks while you were in the kitchen and goshiki went;

- ''thank you dear~''

- your sister: (ಠ_ಠ)

- goshiki: :0 what?

- your sister: i'm....s/n.

- embarrassment, confusion, regret. 'what have i done?-' kept racing in his mind.

- you came in with the food smiling, but made a puzzled expression when you saw goshiki bowing in an apologetic manner to your sister who was laughing.

- ''what the hell happened here while i was gone.''

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡*∞*⍋⋆*❅｡.

- your sister was an extrovert and a very upbeat person, so if you were all hanging out they would both get you out of the house and get you out of your shell.

- you were thankful...but those two really were something else.

- ''LET'S GO TO AN AMUSEMENT PARK''

- ''NO I SUGGEST WE GO TO THE BEACH''

- ''SHUSH I KNOW WHAT Y/N LIKES-''

- ''nO YOU SHUSH I'M HER SISTER HER T W I N SISTER I'VE BEEN IN THE WOMB WITH HER FOR 9 MONTHS-''

- ''SHUS--''

- ''uhm. how about we go home?-''

- yeah- they sure were argumentative with each other.

- OH HO HO LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY COMPETE FOR YOUR ATTENTION.

- ''bessssttt sisssterrr in the wwwwooorlllldd~ let's go out and spend time together~''

''I'M HERE TOO, YA KNOW?!?!?!?'' he yelled from the kitchen. ''baby, baby- how about- you hang out with me instead? i think that's a great idea.''

''no one asked for your opinion, goshiki'' your sister rolled your eyes. ''we gotta hear what Y/N wants...''

''i want you both to shut the fu-''

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡*∞*⍋⋆*❅｡.

- although the constant fighting and competing between your twin sister and goshiki, they still are great friends and their number 1# goal is to make you happy, and they do just that.

- even though you and your sister are completely opposite, you still have that amazing twin sister emotional bond no one can replace.

- goshiki knows that, and finds it adorable.

- when you're twin sister first met goshiki, she knew he was the one for you, she could see the love in his eyes every time he looked at you and she was extremely happy that you found someone like that. she accepted the fact that you're not always going to be next to her, but rather connected to her by heart, because, well she's your twin sister.

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡*∞*⍋⋆*❅｡.

[soudamism]

not in that way

authors note: okay so this was like my very first request ever so i was very scared writing it because i didn’t wanna make any mistakes. it was kinda based on this song by sam smith so the italics are the song lyrics. i also wasn’t sure how to end it so i left it open to interpretation. also again lol, there might be grammatical errors and spelling mistakes so i apologize for that. there’s a mention of animal crossing in here but ive never really played it before so i apologize again if it’s somehow inaccurate. AH sorry for this super long authors note, there’s just so much i wanna explain since this is my first actual post. i write everything on mobile because i don’t have a working computer so please let me know if something is off or not working! i’m still pretty new to tumblr as well. i really hope there’s a “read more” option because this is a lot more than expected. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ themes: sfw, non despair au, high school au, angsty, kinda unrequited love?

“i’d never ask you

cause deep down i’m certain i know

what you’d say.”

it was around lunch time when y/n finally mustered up the courage to tell her long time friend, hajime, how she felt about him. to her, he was more than just the simple boy everyone made him out to be. she had made a mental note of the pros and cons of confessing to him.

cons - he rejects her in front of everyone.

pros - he reciprocates her feelings and they live happily ever after.

but life isn’t a fairytale and true love doesn’t exist. yn made her way to the courtyard only to see hajime and their shared friend, chiaki, having a conversation. she saw how happy he looked with her, why did he never smile like that when they were together? yn opted to wait until the school day ended to confess, throughout the rest of the day her head was filled with the worst outcomes of her confession. as she was finishing up the last scenario in her head; the school bell rang, startling her out of her daydreaming state. she gathered her things and made her way to hajime’s locker. “it’s now or never” she thought before placing herself in front of him. “hey yn!” he said to her with a small smile. “i need to tell you something really important” she says as she exhales the deep breath she’s been holding in. hajime finished collecting the things from his locked and nods, waiting for her to go on. “i like you, but more than you think. you could even say that i love you” she giggles nervously. hajime stands before her, eyes slowly widening. you’d say ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “i’m sorry. believe me. i love you, but not in that way” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀���⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ he gives her a guilty smile and walks away, leaving her alone in the now empty hallway. he shouldn’t feel this guilty right? i mean they’d still remain friends even if he didn’t feel the same. he didn’t wanna wallow in pity for the rest of the night, so when he got home he logged onto his console to play some animal crossing. seeing that chiaki was online, they went talking about their days and hajime brought up yn. explaining how he hopes that he didn’t ruin their friendship. “i just hope there isn’t any awkwardness between us” he types in the chat. “i just don’t feel the feelings that i feel for her when i’m with you” he regrets sending that immediately. “hajime” she begins “that was probably one of the stupidest things you could have done”. he stares at the screen with a look of confusion. before he could even say anything else, chiaki’s fingers fly across the buttons typing out how yn is such a beautiful person and how he shouldn’t have taken her love for granted. hajime goes to say something but chiaki leaves before he can even type out a word. leaving hajime all alone on his island, still confused and trying to figure out what just happened. chiaki sits on her bed, staring at the now powered off device, replaying what hajime said over in her head. why would he say that? doesn’t he know how hard it’s been for her to get yn to notice her? how she isn’t like either of them and she can’t just blurt out how she feels for the girl who has feelings for their friend. after sitting and thinking for a few minutes, she pulls out her phone and calls the contact that ends with a “♡”. after two rings, the other line picks up with a small “hello?”. chiaki thinks of what to say and can’t seem to find any words except for “yn, i like you”. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ©️ all content belongs to soudamism 2021. do not repost without permission or modify at all.

[hissterical-nyaan]

The Promise

Pairing - Bucky Barnes/Desi! Female reader

Warning - Angst, sad ending, more angst

Summary - Bucky Barnes broke one promise that meant the most to Y/N

Word count - 1.5K

A/N - This is my first ever fanfic, I am very anxious so please be gentle with me :) This was created purely to make y'all cry lol. This is a songfic of "Lag ja gale" of Lata Mangeshkar ji. I absolutely adore that song and found it quite fit for this story!!! Also English isn't my first language and there might be grammatical mistakes. Thanks to @soradragon for beta reading this and helping me complete it, you are a blessing. Love you 💙 happy reading folks!

It was  peaceful in Wakanda, a cool night had taken its place from the hot humid air of the day, the stars were shining bright and serenity hung in the air.  It was impossible to imagine what the next day would have in store for everyone. No one had a clue that tomorrow was the day that would change everyone's lives forever.

There was the sound of soft humming coming from the modest hut which housed the one and only the White Wolf and his lover.

Inside was you, singing songs softly in your mother’s tongue before the two would go to bed for the night. It was a nightly ritual the two of you shared. For Bucky had found your voice so soothing it would chase away the recurring nightmares that would haunt his sleep every night. Bucky Barnes was unable to sleep without his love in his arms, without her angelic voice singing for him, and without her soft hand weaving through his hair. 

You had an awful day today, throughout the day you felt anxious and restless. As if your mind has been screaming at you that something bad was about to transpire. You had no idea what, but it was bad. if there is one thing you hated most, it would be not knowing what will happen next.

You liked being prepared for everything! Your distressed state made you itch for your ma's presence and her wise words. So the next best thing to feel like she was there was to sing your ma's favourite song. It was a song you had  beautiful emotional memories attached to.

Lata ji's masterpiece ‘Lag ja gale’. The song that always left you peaceful.

"What's on your mind, chaand? No cheesy love songs today?" Bucky teased lightly, slightly puzzled by the song choice. Normally, you would sing more happy, sweet love songs when you were in a good mood, not to forget how out of character you acted the entire day. 

"Acha? You said you don't like my cheesy songs na, so I thought today I will comply with your wish and not sing my ‘overly romantic, Shona Babu songs.’”  You shot back, poking your tongue out as not to worry him. Bucky pouted slightly.

"Arre baba okay now don't pout, I was just joking. I will sing the cheesy songs again tomorrow, right now this song just feels right to me.” Hearing that, Bucky mumbled a quiet yes and snuggled deeper into you, holding you tightly and moving his head ever so slightly to listen to your voice.  

Lag Ja Gale Ki Phir Ye Hasin Raat Ho Na Ho

Shaayad Phir Is Janam Men Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho

Lag Jaa Gale Ae Ae… (Embrace me, dear, who knows whether or not this beautiful night will ever come again. Maybe in this life we may or may not meet again)

You remember the first time you met Bucky, in Shuri's lab. You were a   good friend of Shuri. You were a researcher staying in Wakanda with T'challa's permission and eventually befriended the Princess. The two of you loved to talk about anything and nothing. One day Shuri told you about the Winter soldier staying here in Wakanda. You had heard many things about him, but never had you seen him in the flesh. Till you saw him come into the lab, bruised and eyes swiming full of emotions, but the distraught was the most clear in those blue piercing eyes.

It was at that moment that you had decided you would help him, and try to soothe the aches and scars that had been covering his fragile heart. He was put in the cryo soon after your first encounter, but you couldn't help but think about him often.

Ham Ko Mili Hain Aaj Ye, Ghadiyaan Nasib Se

Ji Bhar Ke Dekh Lijiye, Ham Ko Qarib Se

Phir Aap Ke Nasib Men, Ye Baat Ho Na Ho (I have been given today, this time by destiny. To your hearts content see me closely, who knows, if your destiny, may present this situation again.)

Six months later, Bucky came out of the cryo and on his request, was given a small hut away from the palace in the fields. You often saw him, with his tiny herd of goats. You remember how one tiny goat - which Bucky had endearingly called Steve -  was the one who caused you to talk to Bucky. Maybe that's why he was still your favourite goat, afterall he was responsible for giving you the love of your life.

Shaayad Phir Is Janam Men Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho

Lag Ja Gale Ki Phir Ye Hasin Raat Ho Na Ho (Maybe, in this life, we may or may not meet again. Embrace me dear for this beautiful night may not come again)

Your phone rang suddenly. Bucky moved his head from your lap as you moved to get the phone, it was your brother who was calling you. It puzzled you, it was nearly midnight in India. "Y/N….jaldi aaja yaha… ma aur papa ki car crash ho gayi...I am so sorry, hum unhe bacha nahi paye." You went numb...The words didn’t make sense, you couldn’t make sense of them... Ma papa? No, no this can't be happening. You...you just talked to your mom a few hours ago! Bucky’s arms wrapped around you, holding you so close. He whispered some words into your ear trying to soothe you. But you couldn’t hear them, your mind just kept repeating your brother’s words inside your head like a mantra. That’s when the tears fell, soaking Bucky’s shirt. You didn’t remember you screamed. 

Paas Aaiye Ki Ham Nahin Aaenge Baar-Baar

Baahen Gale Men Daal Ke Ham Ro Le Zaar-Zaar

Aankhon Se Phir Ye Pyaar Ki Barsaat Ho Na Ho (Come closer to me, as I will not be able to come to you every time. Put your arms around me and let us cry our hearts out. Who knows, if our eyes will ever see these tears of love again.)

You couldn’t imagine what you would be without Bucky, your Bucky. He was your rock, You couldn't live a day without him. From the day you confessed your love for each other till today, not a day has gone where he wasn't showering you with love. Even through all his trauma and pain, he did his absolute best to be there for you, his sweet, sweet Y/N.

Shaayad Phir Is Janam Men Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho

Lag Ja Gale Ki Phir Ye Hassin Raat Ho Na Ho

Shaayad Phir Is Janam Men Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho

Lag Ja Gale Ki Phir Ye Hassin Raat Ho Na Ho (Maybe, in this life, we may or may not meet again. Embrace me dear for this beautiful night may not come again)

Remembering the past left you in an emotional mess, you didn't even realise when the waterworks started.

"Chaand? Hey, no shhh why are you crying? Is everything okay? Talk to me."

"Bucky?"

"Haan chaand?"

"Promise me that you will never leave me." You uttered in a broken whisper

"I promise."

He broke that promise. Bucky Barnes broke his promise and left his chaand. It happened so fast, the Avengers fighting Thanos, and suddenly everyone turning into dust.

You felt helpless and scared, numb and cold. what was happening? Bucky had told you to not come out of the palace unless told. He didn't want you to be in harm's way. No, his Y/N was too precious, he can't risk it. You reluctantly agreed, but you weren't of much use on the battlefield anyway. You just hoped your love would return to you very soon.

Steve broke the news, and your whole world collapsed in front of your eyes.

"Steve, no..no it can't be... please tell me you are lying. This isn't the time to joke around! Where is he!?" you couldn't help but scream at him. All your dreams, hopes and future with Bucky shattered. He was gone, in just a snap.  It couldn’t be real, this was a sick joke. that had to be it. A sick joke…

But deep inside, you knew it was real. All of it was real. The world around you seemed to crumble, all of it came down, it was as if someone let a glass cup fall and it shattered in a million pieces. Unable to be put back together again…

Now you had no one, no mom and dad, no Bucky...He was your rock wasn't he? He wasn't supposed to go...

After a few days, Steve offered to take you to America with him. The least he could do for his pal was to make sure the girl who had his heart was taken care of. But you couldn't go, it was too painful. Brooklyn will always remind you of Bucky, and you promised him when the time came to go back to his home, you will go together. No, unlike him Y/N L/N knew how to keep her promise.

You went back to India, to start a new life. A miserable one. If only you would have known that the last song you’ve sung to him would come true. 

You never sang your mother's favourite song again

Tagging - @spiderrpcrker @a-dragon-under-the-stars @lil-stark @jacquessouvenier @soradragon (I hope you won't mind me tagging you!) And I also hope you liked it :))

Translations (please let me know if I forgot to translate something) -

Chaand - Moon (an affectionate term in this context)

Acha - Really (in this context, it can mean many things otherwise)

"Y/N….jaldi aaja yaha… ma aur papa ki car crash ho gayi...I am so sorry, hum unhe bacha nahi paye." - "Y/N please come fast here, mom and dad were in an car crash, I am so sorry but we couldn't save them" (ma = mom, papa = dad)

Haan - yes

[shycactu]

my feelings about Squid Game

so I finished watching it. i have things i want to say.

1) i love Squid Game. i was a bit scared that it was overrated, but it was really good. made me feel so many emotions. can’t wait for second season.

2) what the f, was that ending? Seong Gi-hun don’t you dare join another game. Also fuck that old man. Tbh I really liked their friendship in previous games and this made me a bit sad.

3) i think Sae-Byeok should have been the winner. But Seong Gi-hun is probably the second best choice. Sae-Byeok was such a good character though. Rest in peace, sweetheart.

4) Sang-Woo was also great. Also he’s still one of my favorites. Even though he’s kinda asshole, I don’t think he was psychopath. He was definitely not boring (danganronpa reference 😉).

5) Ali was too pure for the game. poor guy. the whole epizode with marbles made cry. rip Ali.

6) another character that will be made missed is Ji-yeong. her death was so sad.

7) Han Mi-nyeo was mood tbh. And I really liked her death scene. She was a bit annoying, but also really interesting character. 

8) I was rooting for Joon-ho to find the truth and bring the Front Man down the whole time. Can I just say, that he was the greatest detective/cop ever lol. He was so sneaky. Also that heartbreak when he realized that Front Man is his brother was so sad. Rip Joon-ho. Also I heard there some speculations that he’s still alive. I don’t know how he could survive that, but I sure would be glad for him to be in next season.

Okay I think that’s all. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes or me repeating the same words over and over again.

Now I can finally go through the Squid Game tag and reblog some stuff.

Thanks for reading :)