#please ask me again if I misunderstood your question

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

I need some angst. The bachelor/ettes are finally married to the farmer, but something is wrong. They go to the mayor’s house and file a divorce from the farmer, but why? What could have possibly happened where everything was right that made everything go so… wrong?

(lowkey inspired by a mod that made events after you divorced like most of the characters)

Hello pain, hello depression, it's time to add some drama-

I didn't even know such a mod existed. Damn, how many good mods I hear about from anons 😅 As far as I understood, dear anon, you meant that it was the Farmer's spouse who initiated divorce, not the Farmer themselves. I apologize if I mistranslated the question, hope I wrote correctly. Thanks for you question! 👋 Enjoy!

⚠️Warning: depression, cheating, breaking up, family issues, manipulation⚠️

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Bachelors:

Sam:

Hey, what the hell? What is his spouse doing in the arms of another? And also they have French kisses, right in public, in front of Sam?! What, make Sam jealous? Why? If this is a prank, then it is very, very stupid prank. Sorry what? He is immature? They the one who tell! Then why then was this pendant, flowers, wedding? They wanted to fix him?... If the Farmer can't accept Sam for who he is, then why try?... Sam is not lazy, and quite responsible, but the Farmer wanted a completely different person from him. It won't work like that, he have to go to Lewis to ask for divorce papers. It's not cool, man, to play with people like that...

Shane:

It's not right, no no no, it's all wrong. Only yesterday he was a worthless piece of garbage, and now he is a married man. A big house, a farm, chickens, a beloved spouse... There's a catch, everything can't be so perfect, everything can't be so good in his life!... You made a mistake, Farmer. Shane is not the one to make you happy. He wanted to become a better person, but for this, Shane needs to make an effort himself, and not wait for love to be served on a silver plate.. This divorce will be painful for both of you, but trust Shane, Farmer, he is not the one you need. Find someone who isn't as useless as he is.

Alex:

...They must be fucking joking. A month had passed since their official wedding (happiest day, as he believed), and he found his spouse caught them cheating with another. The "best" part is these are not even familiar friends from the Valley, but some left-handed dude who came from another city to the Festival. Alex what for them, a joke!? He will not shed tears because of them, he does not even want to understand what the hell and scandalize. The choice has already been made. Alex himself is to blame, he should have looked better when he chose a partner. And yet, already at home, in his room, he will silently cry, does not respond to Evelyn's concern and her attempts to find out what happened.

Sebastian:

Sebastian often imagined what it was like to live on a farm lately, and he was able to experience first hand when he and the Farmer kissed on the wedding altar. But expectations can be quite different from reality. Sebby couldn't understand, but he seemed to see a different person after the wedding. Frequent disputes about amphibians in his room, quarrels, misunderstandings - this is a completely different person. Sebastian was clearly jumping to conclusions and decided to end this quickly while they were young. Maybe Sebastian and the Farmer should have been just friends. Now he has another reason to save up for an apartment in the Zuzu city so he can get out of the Valley.

Harvey:

It turned out to be a coincidence, but Harvey found the real reason why the Farmer married him. Love at first sight, huh? Bullcrap. When Harvey presented the evidence in front of the Farmer, they didn't deny it... The Doctor had to wipe his glasses from the moisture more than once because of the tears, because how painful it was. But despite his heartbreak, he won't let anyone manipulate him like that. In a good way, he could sue his partner marrying him just to avoid paying huge medical bills every time they were wounded in battle... But it's not worth it. Although he is a doctor and swore that he would cure everyone, don’t expect a “friendly conversation” from him now: “arms and legs are intact, took the pills and went out of his clinic. Harvey is still in pain, but work helps him to distract himself.

Elliott:

Elliott moved to live on a farm after the wedding, but he feels that in this flowering corner he feels more alone than in his old house by the sea. The Farmer is constantly busy, constantly at work and traveling. Even in the evening they almost never say a word. Elliott promised that he would tell the Farmer everything, and together they would overcome all difficulties. But it looks like it was a one-sided game. Sorry Farmer, but Elliott can't do this anymore. Better to end a failed marriage before it's too late.

Bachelorettes:

Emily:

Their aura changed after the wedding. Emily can't explain it, but it's like they've become a different person. Something... Distant, alien. Something happened? Did she do something wrong? Please, Farmer, talk to her. Was their wedding a mistake??... Oh, well, to be honest, she also felt it, but she thought it was just the stress of moving to a new house. However... No, Emily will file for divorce herself. She is very sad that nothing worked out for the two of them... She needs time to heal, and maybe they will become friends again? Who knows. Although their marital relationship did not work out, but what to do. Well, apparently fate has prepared for her another spouse.

Penny:

A pity?! The Farmer married her out of pity?! Penny couldn't hold back her tears as she raced away from the farm, away from people where she could cry alone. What a fool she is, believed so much that finally someone loved her, that those appeared in her life to whom she would forever be devoted and respond with mutual love. She read a lot of chivalric novels, but the reality turned out to be not so prosaic... Stupid, so stupid... She gathered the last remaining strength to sign a divorce paper. Poor girl will not be able to come to her senses for a long time. Her mother will shoot the Farmer not-so-kind looks for what they did to his daughter.

Abigail:

Yet family squabbles follow Abigail everywhere. At first it was Pierre, who already got her with conversations that "a girl has no place in a cemetery and other dubious places", later Caroline again started talking about her clothes and interest in occult things. And now the Farmer. God, this can't go on. Abigail has made hasty decisions, she is not yet ready for family life, and is unlikely to be ready. After the divorce, she can remain on friendly terms with the Farmer, depends on them two. But now the constant questions from her parents became even more unbearable, and Abby became much more irritable.

Haley:

... and for this she agreed to share her life with this person? To become their next "conquered fortress" and watch the Farmer move on, look after others to seduce? Didn't think so, bitch. Haley may be a little rough and maybe even manipulative, some might say, but even she won't let herself sink that low. She files for divorce. And trust her, Farmer, she'll do everything she can to get the people in the Valley to know who you really are. No one should fall victim to such toxic and terrible love games.

Maru:

You know, they could just ask Maru to help fix the farm equipment, it wouldn't be worth having an entire wedding to have Maru help fix the farm machines. Her dad was somewhat right when he defended her from a hasty relationship. What was the use of an analytical mind and giftedness if she could not distinguish between good intentions and true love in the Farmer from a simple desire to use her as a tool. All these flowers, night walks under the stars - everything turned out to be false. Maru immediately went to Lewis's house for documents, still very upset that her dream had been shattered into a cruel reality. Well, at least her family and science won't betray her...

Leah:

No, this is not correct at all. This, of course, is not such a toxic relationship as with her ex, but it also does not fit. She seems to have everything: fresh wood for sculptures, a lot of materials for drawing, the most delicious and fresh vegetables. But the Farmer... She's like a stranger to them. They are not interested in her sculptures and life, they do not tell anything about their day, they are almost always silent... No. Leah almost fell into the pit of a failed marriage before, and she won't let it happen now. She will try to calmly talk to the Farmer, and if they agree with her, then Leah will file for divorce tomorrow. Well, the Farmer didn't turn out to be her love of her life, but she's glad they worked it out like grown-ups.

[lorelune]

regency au jing yuan how you are haunting me.

(continued here!)

a retired general who at the ripe age of thirty five has never taken a wife. never showed any interest in procuring a spouse nor does he entertain any attempts by the mamas of the ton to throw their eligible children at him. he is a polite scoundrel, kind-hearted in a way that makes those with half a mind question how someone with his demeanor could ever be the famed general who's strategies downed Shuhu during the Abundance Upheaval. he doesn't seem to care for his legacy, as much as he has cultivated one. he doesn't mind gossip, but doesn't entertain it much either.

you only meet him due to fortunate circumstances.

lord Luocha, a successful travelling merchant, pledged patronage to you sometime ago. he keeps you in a little cottage on the grounds of his manor where you're allowed to mostly do as you please as long as there's a new painting hung on the lord's wall every few months or so. the lord likes when you play too. he brings back new instruments for you to try, though he never expects mastery. he has an air of mystery to him that, despite all of the time you spend near him, keeps you from understanding him fully. you aren't one to pry about it either.

lord luocha invites jing yuan over to partake in fancy spirits from a country and city you can't ever hope to visit, let alone find on a map. you bring lord luocha your newest work-- (a meticulously completed oil painting. something more abstract, suited to the odd lonely and isolation you feel in your little, cozy cottage, despite all of the comforts you are afforded)-- and happen upon the pair.

lord luocha examines your newest work with pride, and shortly after introduces you. 'his patron' he calls you, but offers jing yuan no title. you--

(do not have one. it was stripped from you a long time ago. you think being an artist suits you better, anyways.)

jing yuan offers you his name, though you already know it. you recognize him based on the prattling of the girls and boys at the market. they swoon over his stature, fawn over his good deeds, and make note of his identifiable red hair ribbon. he has the same soft, sun-colored eyes that you had heard the eligible young of the ton giggle about.

you bow to him politely.

you have no reason to linger, but luocha calls you to anyways. perhaps he is lonely. perhaps you want him to be lonely, so it gives you a reason to stick closer to his side in the rare moments he is home for more than a day or two. the proximity is shared with jing yuan, who regards you with keen eyes and a lazy smile. the attention upon you feels weighted, important, like you're something special.

you savor it, however fleeting.

perhaps, however, you misunderstood jing yuan. or lord luocha's intentions.

because as jing yuan rises to take his leave and you bow once more, he catches your hand, brings it to his lips, and presses a kiss into the soft skin. you're sure you smell of linseed and yarrow oil. he lingers there for a moment before meeting your gaze. there's a light of mischief in them that sends your heart fluttering. your breath catches.

when jing yuan is out of the manor, lord luocha pats your shoulder gently, "quite the man, isn't he?"

"i suppose... he is."

"you may speak freely."

"i am," you mince, and shake your head. you must be careful, entertaining such fanciful thoughts. "he is... kind."

"and handsome."

"lord luocha," you barely keep yourself from whining. "please, do not tease me. or the poor man. from what i hear, he has enough to deal with."

"the mamas do chase after him like foxes to a hen," lord luocha chuckles and studies your painting once more with a curious tilt of his head. "he'll ask to see you again, i'm certain."

"and why do you say that?"

"general jing yuan has never taken the hand of a potential suitor."

your heart feels heavy and warm in your chest, burning. "my lord, you cannot possibly think that this single action indicates that the general will... call upon me? that is highly unorthodox and i don't believe that's... quite allowed."

"jing yuan has never cared for the dances of decorum." lord luocha guides you into your gardens. the peonies are in bloom, full and lush in the humidity of late spring. "and, for the record, i don't believe he'll simply call upon you. court, properly, certainly."

"you're bluffing."

"what reason do i have to lie?"

"to tease me, as you so enjoy doing," you huff.

lord luocha simply hums and pauses near a bush of lilacs. they're fragrant, at the peak of their season. the scent rolls over you.

"if i truly intended to tease you, i simply would abstain from telling you of jing yuan's interest and allow you to be terribly surprised when he arrives and formally asks for you and your time. consider this a warning. i'll walk you to the modiste tomorrow, hm?"

you want to squawk at him. your linen dresses and tunics are fine (albeit smeared and stained with paints and oils over the years. you rarely bother replacing them.)

you want to protest and pry more, but lord luocha strikes you silent when he breaks off a cluster of lilac and tucks it behind your ear. he leaves you with your thoughts, however tortuous. and, perhaps horribly, you find yourself believing him. perhaps the warm-eyed general really was charmed. perhaps, your dresses needed replacing and you should contact your perfumer friend for a fresh vial or two.

perhaps perhaps perhaps, you can still feel where his lips lingered on your skin, like a brand. you never thought you could ache for burning, but in the gardens, you find yourself clutching your hand to your chest, craving the lick of the his sun's heat once more.

[shuenkio]

Accidentally - ❤️‍🔥

Paring: Hyung line x male!reader

Genre: nsfw 18+ (don't like don't press)

Cw: mentioned of sex [d] toys a lot, no sex.

Summary: Your delivery sent you the wrong package.

Non proof read :') lmk if something is wrong.

Crd to all pics&dividers

Below cut !

Lhs: you were still in a deep sleep when he went to open the door for your delivery package. The moment you woke up, rubbing your eyes to start your day, Heeseung was sitting at the end side of your bed, glaring at you in disbelief. You asked him what was wrong. And he throw you a package that he received for you. You open the unwrapped package when you see a giant dildo inside, and also a transparent one. Your eyes went wide like you just have seen a ghost. Wtf a dildo!

"What. The. Hell. Is. This Hyung!" You almost stutter, having a feeling that he probably misunderstood you for ordering this thing.

"I should be the one to ask you. A dildo? Is my dick not big enough to rail you up? Tsk such a waste" he scoffed, irritated with you as he huffed the hot air unbelievable.

"Excuse me!! I did not order such a thing, why should I order this massive toy when in fact I order a fucking skincare package" You fire back, your blood rushing to your cheeks in a heat emotion. You observe the name tag on the little note and show it to him, tapping your fingertip on it aggressively.

"Put your eyes here and SEE" Heeseung takes a glance at the name tag before realizing it's not your name on it and he signed the confirmation wrong without thinking. Which left him stunned in the place, unable to speak. As the guilt started to wash all over his body, embarrassing.

"I- uhh haha just a misunderstood... My bad mn I should've looked more carefully, please — forgive me" He kneeled, begging on the floor, as he had made a really big mistake, his hands were rubbing against each other, asking for your forgiveness.

You leave your bed, with burning cheeks as you stomp your feet furiously to the bathroom. Heeseung keeps on pleading for your mercy, even if you don't give af about him.

"Please mn~ speak to me i swear I'll do anything hm? Any dare just anything whatever you say! Do you want my body? I can be naked the whole day to please you baby uhh y- you want your skincare I'll go get it real quick for y-"

Sigh, you let him go as your toothbrush still pulsing inside your mouth. Shaking your head in annoyance seeing that he would do anything just to please you, giving you a warm feeling inside, as your madness for him faded away.

Pjs: You accidentally sent the wrong location for your delivery, which will arrive by the next day. However as the next day comes, you've called your boyfriend Jay to pick up your package for you and explain how your clumsy self, sent your delivery wrong location. He brushes it off, thinking you probably ordered useless things again, so on the way to your apartment, he takes a peek what's inside before discovering two 25 inches dildos, his mind goes blank, and flabbergasted makes his not-innocent eyes even dirtier.

When he arrived, he greeted you with a tight hug as usual. But oddly, he gives you a small gift instead of your wrong package.

You furrowed your eyebrow skeptically, as you opened it to see what was inside.

"Love... Why are there so many condom boxes?" You asked boldly, straightforward question him why, as your face turned even more red when a grin started to spread across his face.

"I just checked your little box, honey, ~ you should've just told me if you want my cock so bad for pleasure, don't be such a coward for that" he leans down at your level, as his eyes darken, full of lust and desire, explained that he's eager for bedtime.

"Wdym love I don't understand -" you respond, still not ringing the bell. You want to ask him with full force from your chest why but you choose to assure him kindly.

"Haha I've seen two dildos inside your box honey, and it's longer than a human's size could reach. I can't believe you're so wild in this field" Jay chuckled softly under his breath as he mentioned what he saw, drawing you more to the edge to see it with your own eyes.

"W-what? I don't order those kinda toys though. I ordered a new book that was just published yesterday, Jay! You're sure you're not wrong?" You reply, telling the truth with your heart pounding inside your chest.

Jay tilts his head, checking your package once again carefully word by word, as his eyes lay on the name that's written with someone else name.

"W—wow um... Sorry, God, I am super sorry, I can't believe this" The truth was revealed, when he dropped the box down, and covered his flashed face with his palm, ashamed at what he just brought to you. Boxes of condoms.

You wheezing on the spot, laughing your ass out like there's no tomorrow, Humiliated him even more. You pause your snort for a sec before steadying yourself once again.

"Don't be embarrassed love, I know what's in store for us tonight with your little gift mwah"

Sjy: today was your date, it's happened that he came to pick you up so early, giving you no time to react, quickly grab your clothes and towel, rushing in to shower in the bathroom. He takes a sit on the chair inside your bedroom. As his eyes began to explore the decorations, he saw something on the bed sheet.

He didn't want to touch your pieces of stuff without your consent however, the urge to feel it getting out of hand, made him want to open it up, ripped to shreds to see what was inside. Eventually, he did but he didn't tear it into pieces. He unties the wrap on the box, as he learns that, inside the box has a horse dildo, a fucking horse dildo. His expectations went wild, he thought you would order some nice stuff, daily life items or something but a sex toy. Instead of shocked, he's amazed.

After you finished dressing up, you saw him sitting on your bed, giggling all alone, back facing you. You tap his shoulder for his attention, he turns toward you with an enduring horse dildo.

As a result, a gasp left your mouth, catching you off guard. He encounters the wrong package on your bed, where you forget to hide it.

"Jake it's not what it looks like, the delivery man sent me the wrong box you've to trust me" you reassure him nervously because you know that once he's turned on, nothing can stop his beast.

He stood on his feet, slowly closing the gap between you two, as he wrapped his hand around your waist tight.

"Idc what your reason is, you're responsible for my hard cock underneath, now bend over for your bf~"

Psh: The same goes for Heeseung. When you're busy cleaning the house upstairs, he went to pick your package up as soon as he heard there was a delivery. He signed without a glance, and didn't even bother to care about what was inside.

After the intense activity of cleaning the whole room upstairs, you take a break together with Sunghoon. At the same time, you settled for lunch times, scooping all the food, and enjoying your time after all the sweat.

Once you're finished eating, Sunghoon gives the box to you on the table while he's still eating. You let out an excited noise, overjoyed that your order had arrived faster than you thought.

Your hand started to unveil to unbox the lovely new earphones that you've always wanted, however, instead of the headphones, a fat massive inhumane dildo exposed on the table with its brown color, detailed veins and even hair pattern on the dildos.

As soon as Sunghoon caught sight of it, he choked on his food. Almost spit out all the foods he had just eaten.

"Fuck me you almost killed me with your damn dildo," He said, half surprised and half choked, gulping down a glass of water to pour the food that stuck in his throat.

"Hell nah, they sent the wrong one but— who tf ordered such a wide-length toy omg" The dildo is not only big but also massive at its length too, catching you taken aback by your discovery. Sunghoon then pressed his finger to feel it before letting out a rich laugh.

"I wouldn't be so surprised though if you order a real sex toy but you can always just use me right?"

"You talk nonsense again stop—" He cut you as he snatched your hand to feel his cock that's semi-hard inside the fabric right now. As he pressed your hand rubbing harder, begging for your touch without a word.

"Use my cock like a dildo mn~ I'm more than happy to offer myself for you, raw and even more tasty"

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Ps: This is the wildest shzt I ever write 😗🤌

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[newtthetranswriter]

Hihi saw your post about wanting request so thought I'd send one!!!

How about a drabbles of Finral, Zora, Klaus, and Nozel would react to someone flirting with them in front of their s/o /someone putting their s/o down to make themselves look better??

Lots of love and hope ya get more request! ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧

Parings & Word counts: Finral x Reader 957 words, Zora x Reader 882 words, Klaus x Reader 985 words, Nozel x Reader 690 words

Warning: Bullying, mentions of alcohol, if I missed anything please let me know

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for requesting. I enjoyed writing this especially because there is not enough love for the Black Clover men out there. I went with a gender neutral reader as you didn’t specify so I hope that’s fine. I also kind of split the prompts, Finral and Kalus are reacting to someone putting down their s/o and Zora and Nozel are someone flirting with them in front of their s/o. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate. 

Finral:

    Finral may have a history of being a playboy but that all changed. After you agreed to go out with him, he flipped his script real fast. The only person he had eyes for was you, going as far as telling Langris he was no longer interested in Lady Finesse and wishes them both well. Having you as a partner was like a dream come true for him, you didn’t care that he was the disgraced son of the Vaude family, or that his magic was only good for support. You just wanted him to be happy and You helped him feel more confident in himself and his abilities.

  For the first time in his life finral actually felt secure in a relationship and would do everything in his power to keep the relationship healthy. So, imagine his shock when he notices you shying away from his affection while out on a date. Normally he could hold your hand, kiss your cheeks or hold you to his side as you walk through the markets of Kikka, but for some reason you pulled away every time he tried to show affection. 

  “Hey, Y/n is everything okay? You normally don’t mind holding hands and stuff.” He asked quietly, sounding almost scared that he did something wrong or misunderstood what you were comfortable with.

  Before you could respond another voice Finral did not recognize, started to speak. “Well if it isn’t Y/n, when you said you were joining the Magic Knights I thought you'd at least try but I guess the Black Bulls are probably the only squad willing to take a weakass mage like yourself.” Turning his attention to the person who so rudely interrupted his date, the spacial mage could quickly tell this was some pompous noble. What he couldn’t tell though was how they knew you and why they were being rude.

  “Excuse me, who are you?” Finral asked, his tone showing he was not pleased at all with how this person was acting.

  Scoff in offense the noble spoke again. “Don’t take that tone with me. I’ll have you know, I’m Claire Elric, you know the family of mages who specialize in Alchemy magic.” The snob, Claire identified herself. “And I was talking with an old friend. I suggest you mind your own business but then again judging from your robe you’re also a Black Bull so you probably don’t understand respect.” Claire stated matter of factly. 

  Rolling his eyes, Finral spoke again. “It was a rhetorical question, you could be the king’s kid for all I care, it doesn't give you the right to talk down to people for no reason.” He started not having the patience for assholes. “Y/n is a powerful mage, and works hard everyday to help our squad get better. Not only that but they are extremely kind and caring, so I suggest you treat them with respect.”

  Having been silently watching from behind Finral since Claire first spoke, you couldn’t hide the shock on your face. Finral was never the confrontational type, but here he is defending you from one of your life long bullies. Being behind him though you could also tell from the look on her face that Claire was ready to snap, and it would probably be best to leave before stuff goes south. “Finral, we should just go. It’s not a big deal, she’s right anyway the Bulls are the only squad that would take a mage like me.” You said gently pulling at his sleeve trying to get him to drop it and go. 

  Sadly your pleas were left unanswered as Finral was not going to stand for someone convincing his lovely partner they were less than perfect. “No Y/n, we aren’t leaving just yet. Not until this ass realizes that it’s not a bad thing you are part of the Black Bulls.” He said looking over at you before turning back to the now scowling noble. “Like I said before Y/n is a valuable member of our Squad and any other Squad would be lucky to have them. But Judging from your lack of any squad robe, you weren’t even good enough for any, so instead of spending your time looking down on others who have done more than you, maybe you should try being a better person.” 

   Claire’s scowl went from mildly upset to pissed real fast. Before she could even think to respond Finral quickly used his magic to open a small portal at the noble’s feet and watched as she fell through it. You looked at him shocked before speaking. “One, thank you for standing up for me. Claire has been a bully since we were young. And two, where the hell did you send her?” You were grateful she was gone but you hoped it wasn’t going to lead to problems for you later.

  “Oh I just sent her to the farthest place I could without using too much mana. Don’t worry she’ll be fine though it may take her a while to get back, I hear Hage is a few days walk from castle town.” He said with a smirk. “And I’ll alway defend you, no one should talk down to you for any reason. I mean it, you are an amazing and valuable member of the Black Bulls. I know I for one would be lost without you.” With that Finral pulled you into his side, placing a kiss on your forehead before continuing throughout the market. You would probably get a complaint later about Finral stranding a noble in the forsaken realm, in a few days but hey that’s nothing new for the Black Bulls, plus Yami will probably find it funny.

Zora:

   Finding time for the two of you to go and enjoy yourselves while being part of the Black Bulls is a hassle. Hell even days off aren’t off limits from chaos as Asta proved when he went to Nean and had a run in with The Eye of the Midnight Sun. So the moment Captain Yami even started to say it was time for everyone to have a day off, you and Zora were out of the hideout and without a second thought.

   You guys made your way to a village where hopefully none of the crazier members of the squad would end up and made sure you weren’t followed. Peace and quiet in the misfit squad were hard to come by so you weren’t risking it. Making your way to the local pub, you and Zora sat at a small table only big enough for two and as far from the crowd that had gathered. Planning to enjoy a nice lunch before walking the town and just being together.

   Unfortunately maybe the pub was not the best idea for a lunch date. You guys had agreed on it because it would be cheaper than one of the cafes or restaurants around the village. What you hadn’t factored in was the numerous drunkards who either just started their day of drinking or were still there after their night of drinking. In all honesty it took longer than one would expect for one of these drunks to cause a problem but hey it still happened. 

  You had been mid-sentence about how you hid Magna’s flan the other day and blamed Luck, just to cause some trouble, when some drunk lady stumbled over to your table. “Ex-cuse me, but could I of-ffer you a drink?” The lady said eye one Zora’s shirtless torso, completely ignoring you and the fact Zora could not look less interested in her.

  “No. Anyway, Y/n next time we should go a step further instead of just hiding Magna’s food we should -” Zora started plotting how to mess with the resident idiots after turning down the drunk. Only to get halfway through his thought before Drunky spoke again.

  “Come o-on handsome, I’m ssure I can give you a great time.” She slurred as she tried to get his attention. Zora just rolled his eyes and tried to ignore her. “Don’t be like thaat, I just want to ssee whatss behind that mask.” The Drunk was clearly to far down the drain to realize she had zero chance.

  Being totally done with the lady you decided to take it on yourself to get her to leave. “Hey drunky, he’s not interested. Also we are kinda in the middle of a date and I would appreciate it if you left my boyfriend alone.” You said, making it clear you did not want to deal with her while still being somewhat polite. The lady just scoffed at you before turning back to Zora.

  “I know I can give you bett-tter time then this buzz kill.” She said now leaning on the table. You were trying to hide your frustration, when the drunk did something that made the normally calm mage across from you let out his own frustration. While trying to seduce him by running her fingers along his jaw, the lady had the nerve to try and pull his mask from his face.

  Standing probably faster than you’ve seen him move in while, Zora completely loses his cool. “Do not touch me and definitely do not touch my mask. We tried to be polite but you leave me no choice. No one would want anything to do with a hopeless drunk who has nothing better to do than interrupt a couple on the first date they’ve had in months, and then touch one of them without permission after being told twice to leave.” The whole time he spoke he had the lady’s wrist in his hand, not a tight enough grasp to break it or leave lasting damage but it was clear from his white knuckles there would likely be a bruise.

  Deciding it’s probably best for Zora to not catch an assault charge for possibly injuring a civilian on day off, you step in. Resting a hand on his shoulder you spoke up. “Hey, let's just go back to the hideout. I know we wanted peace and quiet but that clearly isn’t gonna happen here.” Zora thought for a second before dropping the lady’s wrist and wrapped his arm over your shoulders leading you out of the pub ignoring the eyes of the few patrons who weren’t unconscious.

  “Sorry our date got ruined by that lady.” You apologized hoping to ease some of the tension clear on Zora’s face.

  He just shook his head. “Not your fault. I think we should just accept the madness we deal with. I mean where’s the fun in life if someone isn’t being crazy.” Zora made a valid point.

  Chuckling as you made your way back to the Black Bulls’ base. “You’re right, if we wanted quite we probably shouldn’t have joined the Black Bulls of all squads.” You laughed as you reached the hideout and were greeted with the tell tale yelling from Magna and Luck fighting over who knows what this time.

Klaus: 

  Being at the Golden Dawn’s base was intimidating to begin with, now add not being a member of the top squad and it feels like even breathing wrong could get you yelled at. Luckily you were only there to get your boyfriend for the date you had planned, it was rare that you got the same days off so you liked to take advantage of it whenever you could. Normally, Klaus would either meet you at the date location or come get you from your base, but for some reason he had requested you meet at the Golden Dawn’s headquarters.

  You had been greeted at the door by Mimosa who said Klaus was just finishing up a quick meeting with the Captain and then he’d be ready to go. While waiting Mimosa offered to sit and chat so you didn’t feel so out of place, your Black robe standing out in the sea of golden ones. Accepting the offer you and Mimosa sat by a window enjoying some tea while chatting about recent missions and laughing at some stories of Klaus making a fool of himself over Asta. 

  Completely engrossed in Mimosa’s story about how concerned Klaus was when they found Asta passed out in the cave near Nean, you failed to notice the green haired mage approaching the two of you. “Yes, he really said he was only worried because if Asta was hurt then you would be upset and he didn’t want to see you cry.” Mimosa said holding in laughter also not noticing her Squadmate approaching.

   “When did we start letting the riff raff lounge around our base?” Letoile said, as she looked at you with what could only be described as disgust.

   “I’m sorry, what do you mean by that Letoile?” Mimosa asked, confused why her squadmate would say something like that.

   The compass mage scoffed. “I mean, when was it okay for a Black Bull to just hang around the Golden Dawn’s base, shouldn’t they be with the other commoners and criminals?” Every word that came out hurt, sure you had heard it all before, the Black Bulls weren’t exactly the most respected squad, but this time it felt personal.

  Mimosa watched as the color drained from your face, she could tell you were debating leaving even before Klaus was ready to go. “Y/n has every right to be here. They may not be a member of this squad but they are still a Magic Knight. Besides they’re waiting on Klaus, it’s not like they’re trying to move in.” The royal tried to defend you, but it seemed her words only gave the other woman more fuel for her fire.

  “Oh that’s right, you’re Klaus’s charity case. The little commoner who barely managed to help save him in that dungeon. I don’t know how you convinced a noble like him to go out with you but he could do so much better. I mean he’s surrounded by powerful mages everyday and he picked a weak peasant like you. You probably used some forbidden spell to get his attention, huh?” Letoile said with a pointed look, clearly enjoying the clear turmoil on your face. She paused trying to think of more insults, hoping to find the one to get you to run off. 

  Unfortunately for her, it was at that moment a certain purple eyed mage decided to clear his throat. Everyone froze, Klaus may be calm and collected most of the time but when he’s upset it can get scary. “I don’t know what you think you gain from being rude to my partner, Letoile but I suggest you apologize and then leave them alone.” He said voice never changed from his usual calm and strict tone.  The green haired mage mumbled a quick apology and quickly ran off. Klaus then turned to Mimosa. “Thank you Mimosa for keeping them company while I was busy, and for standing up for them as well.” The red head nodded and quickly bid farewell before giving you to space.

  “So how much of the interaction did you see?” You asked quietly as Klaus moved to help you stand from the table you were sitting at.

  “The whole time, I heard you laughing about Mimosa’s retelling of what happened in Nean and was going to join you before she said much else when I saw Letoile approach. I wanted to see what she wanted.” He explained with a slight frown. “I’m sorry I should have stepped in sooner, I was curious to see how other members of the squad would react to you when I wasn’t present.” It was clear from his tone that he was truly sorry for the things his team mate said.

  Resting a hand on his arm you spoke up. “It’s fine Klaus, sure what she said hurt but having you and Mimosa stand up for me means a lot. In all honesty I’ve heard worse, I’m a Black Bull after all.” Hearing you laugh at your last comment brought a smile to his face. 

 “Are you sure you’re okay, you looked close to crying or running?” He asked as he pointed out how clear it was you had been uncomfortable.

  “Yes I’m fine. I can’t say what she said didn’t hurt but knowing how much you truly support me and seeing how much you’ve changed since meeting me and Asta, I know everything she said was out of jealousy.” You answered, now enjoying the look of slight confusion on his face.

  “Jealousy? What do you mean?” Klaus was truly perplexed.

  “Yeah, She’s just jealous I got the best guy and I didn’t even have to try.” You said, finishing the statement placing a kiss to the steel mage’s cheek. Klaus at a loss for words, his face bright red from the kiss, just held your hand and guided you out of the base towards the originally planned date.

Nozel:

   To put simply Nozel is clueless when it comes to people flirting with him. To even start dating you had to straight up say you liked him and wanted to go on a date. That being said he is the most thoughtful man ever in a relationship. Believing that his partner deserves the world and all of his focus. So when a random member of his squad started flirting with him, he had no idea. 

   The first couple of times you had been out either on missions or just running a few errands, so you weren’t there to tell him this girl wasn’t just being kind to him but in fact trying to seduce him. Sure his younger siblings had been around and tried to tell him after the girl had left that she was flirting with him, but he only has eyes for you and in his eyes it’s clear he’s off limits, so surely Solid and Nebra are seeing things.

  He only realizes that his siblings were right when the same girl came up and started flirting with him, while at a feast the Silver Eagles were holding for some reason. You and Nozel were sitting together having a conversation about how he should try being nicer to Noelle, when little miss heart eyes popped up.

   “Hello Captain Nozel. How’s your day going?” The girl asked clearly unfazed by the glare both the captain and you gave her at the interruption. After hearing the quick fine breathed out by the now eerily calm Captain, she kept speaking. “That’s good to hear, I spent the day training and was thinking maybe you could give me some pointers on how to be more effective in combat?” She asked, twirling her hair and trying to act cute. 

  Nozel being clueless, and just annoyed that his conversation was interrupted by idle chatter mumbled a sure and turned to go back to his previous discussion. “Wow Captain, you are probably the best Captain there is, being willing to train even the lowest members of your squad. I can’t wait to learn from such an amazing mage.” The silver haired Captain just nodded and made to look back at you. “Do you do this for all your squad mates or am I just that special to you Nozel?” The girl went from subtle flirting to not trying to hide real quick.

  “Honey I hate to break it to you, but Nozel is like this with everyone. He stopped listening to your squeaky ass voice the second you interrupted our conversation.” You said being done with the girl’s clear lack of care for those around her. “Besides take it from the person he’s dating, flirting will get you nowhere. Now if you don’t mind Me and my boyfriend here are gonna leave and if I hear even a suggestion that you’ve been flirting with him again you will wish you never looked in his direction.” With that you stood up, Nozel following without protest because he just wanted some peace.

  “She wasn’t flirting with me was she?” He asked as you exited the dining hall making your way to your room at the Silver Eagles Base. 

  You couldn’t help but laugh at how clueless he could be. “Nozel honey, it was so painfully obvious to everyone she’s been flirting with you. Hell your siblings have told me previously that she’s done it and those two are so absorbed in their own delusions of greatness I’m shocked they noticed before you.” He just stared at you perplexed as he really thought, his siblings were fucking with him. Thinking for a moment he just nodded in acceptance entering your shared room ready to call it a night. “You know, for a Magic Knight Captain, you are really clueless sometimes. I’m sure even Fuegolen could have been able to tell she was flirting and that man can’t understand sarcasm.” 

   Hearing the mention of his rival Nozel glared at you as he undid the braid at the front of his hair. “Not funny.” He said full of seriousness, but from the slight smile he knew you were only joking.

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

02 Jealousy

Zhongli x Reader / SFW but suggestive at the end / Mentions of Childe / Set at the beginning of the Liyue archon quest / Reader is unaware that Zhongli is the Geo Archon

"My dear, is something on your mind?"

Perceptive as he was, Zhongli couldn't figure out what it was that was upsetting you. That pout on your lips had been plastered there for a while now and as many times as he had questioned you if anything was bothering you, you simply brushed it off.

"I'm fine." You were, or so you thought you should be.

Zhongli was a bit of an attention magnet, which was not surprising with the meticulous way he dressed, his exceptional knowledge, and the way he carried himself. He delighted in it, smiling and going about his day as if he were simply soaking in sunlight. You often found the consultant lost in long-winded conversations with random people on the streets. While you found the person's advances a bit pushy, Zhongli didn't seem to think much of it.

Suspicions prickled underneath your skin when Zhongli mentioned that the individual had paid him yet another visit at the funeral parlor, this time insisting on taking him out to dinner. Zhongli was certainly not giving the eyesore any reason to stop encroaching by entertaining their whims. There was definitely something going on between them, outside of whatever business dealings the funeral parlor had with the Fatui. The more you thought about it, the surer you became.

Zhongli could tell something was amiss with you. Perhaps you were worried for him, maybe even a little bit possessive of him. It was a silly sentiment to have when he was so devoted to you.

"Darling, please tell me what is bothering you. It worries me that it may be my doing." He asks yet again one afternoon.

The way he tenderly gazes at you should assure you enough that there was no space in his heart for another person. Every time he calls you his dear, his sweetheart, or darling, you can hear the sincerity spilling over in his voice. It'd be cruel of you to keep him guessing, wouldn't it?

"You know that pair of chopsticks you got Childe when he arrived in Liyue? The dragon and phoenix one..." You brought up something that seemed irrelevant save for the person mentioned.

"Oh, yes. I remember them well. Their craftsmanship was quite exceptional." His eyes lit up the way they always did when he speaks about a particularly striking find he happens upon during his strolls through the city. "I gifted them to him as a gesture of welcome since he was learning to use them."

"I think he misunderstood your intentions."

Being the most learned person in Liyue regarding its traditions and customs, Zhongli didn't need to be reminded exactly what kind of intentions you were alluding to. The consultant's brows immediately furrowed in contemplation.

"While I do see how such a gift could be interpreted in other ways, I am certain that they don't apply to our particular circumstances."

"You gave him something that lovers give each other to pledge their love! Aren't you going to explain yourself?" You pouted, crossing your arms.

The consultant gave you an aggrieved yet amused look. "Traditionally, the dragon and phoenix symbolizes harmony and prosperity, something both Liyue and Snezhnaya hopes to achieve through steady trade. While it's most commonly given between couples, it may also be given to a friend or business partner to convey longevity."

Zhongli's reasoning was sound, however you refused to be convinced. You shook your head in frustration. "Don't you see? He's coming onto you too strongly for someone who just wants a diplomatic relationship!"

You couldn't just outright tell him to keep his distance from the Fatui harbinger since they were business acquaintances. Liyue harbor has its fair share of flirtatious people, the shopkeeper at Scent of Spring for one, but there was just something about the redhead in particular that unsettled you. The way Zhongli unabashedly spends his money also left much for you to think about. It wasn't all that different from the way Director Hu allowed him to leave tabs under the funeral parlor's name, but he wasn't as close to the Fatui harbinger as he was with Hutao. There was just something off about the dynamic between Childe and Zhongli. It didn't sit well with you at all.

"Either he has a thing for you or he's up to something. I'm sure of it."

The consultant stifled a chuckle. He was beginning to piece together the reason for your strange behavior lately. "Dear, I assure you that he is not interested in me in that way. Even if he were, I only have eyes for you."

"So you're just going to let him keep chasing you?" You frowned. "You know, I can spoil you too."

"Hm.... Where is this competitiveness of yours coming from?" Zhongli mused.

"Isn't that why you're giving him so much of your time? Because he's opening his wallet for you?" You pointed out. That redhead was hogging too much of your lover's time. You wanted it back.

"The Fatui have agreed to pay for Rex Lapis's Rite of Parting. I've been given a considerable sum to purchase all the necessities for the rites and to cover any expenses arising from the preparations, with the remaining funds to keep. So yes, if you must put it that way, he is indeed giving me his wallet to spend as I please."

"I might not be the Northland Bank, but I can buy you nice things too."

"I'm sure you can, my sweet." Zhongli stroked your cheek, distracting you momentarily. "I may only be a mere funeral consultant, but I too find it rewarding to spoil the one I treasure in pleasantries. If the Northland Bank wishes to further subsidize my spending, I shall not decline if it will allow me to do so."

"I don't know if I like the idea of my lover having a sugar daddy." You tried to keep a straight face as you said this.

"A sugar... daddy?" Zhongli's brow went up again. He understood the two words but put together, they obviously meant something he was not yet exposed to.

"A sponsor, but you have to entertain them romantically."

"I have no intentions of entertaining anyone but you in that sense." Zhongli chuckled as leaned in close, breath tickling your skin.

You begrudgingly accepted his kiss and his carefully placed touches.

"I want a pair too." You panted when his lips finally parted from yours.

"Very well. I will pay the shop a visit tomorrow morning to ensure a new pair of chopsticks will be made ready in time for your birthday. I will make a reservation at the Liuli Pavillion as well. If there is anything else I need to do to put your frustrations behind you, pray tell. I cannot stand that constant pout on your face." Zhongli grumbled, but it only made you giggle uncontrollably with the way he was nuzzling your neck while he spoke.

"Spoil me good tonight and maybe I'll consider letting you off the hook." You challenged.

"You test me."

Zhongli hummed in satisfaction, wasting no time in scooping you up in his arms and whisking you away to your bedroom amidst your feigned protests. If anything good came out of your pouting, it was his willingness to please. The consultant was on his knees, doing everything in his power to get back in your good graces.

[deliontower]

fallin’ into love | b.b

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x gn!reader

summary: Benedict realises he has feelings for you at the wrong time

warnings: fluff and a little angst

word count: 660

a/n: since i dropped the pressure to write longer fics I’ve really enjoyed writing again. I’m gonna be unbearable when Benedict’s season comes out

Requested : reader is super clumsy and benedict is always there to take care of her (he would hold her when she’s about to trip and maybe wipe off something that’s on her face) and he always thought he sees her only as his little sister. but when he sees her with another man, who is just as considerate with her as he is, he’s afraid that he would lose her forever. can i have a fluffy ending please 🥺

It had become second natural for Benedict to watch you at balls. You had a habit of, well, making a scene. It was something that vexed your parents to no end. He himself found it funny.

He cleaned away a bit of cream from your cheek, heating up with embarrassment, you thanked him. You brushed down the front of your outfit, looking around nervous. “What is it?” Benedict asked.

“My mama and papa have roped my brother into introducing me to a friend of his, ” you admitted.

“Really?” He stammered, not understanding his own shock.

You were still looking around the room, unaware of his reaction, “he’s some lord Hightbottom with a lot of land somewhere in the north of england” you explained.

The north of England?

You were going to marry some man and be taken up north away from him. His childhood companion, the first person who saw his work, his best friend. Who would he be if you weren’t together?

“Oh god there he is” you gasped smiling, looking at him, “will I do?”.

He nodded still speechless, he watched you walk away dreading the day you would walk away forever.

As you always did you tripped over air, Benedict braced himself for the fallout but Hightbottom caught you. He smiled and blushed, you laughed too. Your brother introduced you to each other. Even from a distance Benedict saw how Hightbottom looked at you.

When the two of you moved to the dance floor, he held your hand and must have said something funny from the way you laughed.

Every ball you and he went to he was always the one who danced with you. Both of you always said no one else knew them enough too.

But there you were dancing with someone else and he was alone. Highbottom didn’t falter when you missed a step or stepped on his toes. He looked at you like you deserved to be looked at. And it broke his heart.

“May I have the next dance?” You were surprised to see Benedict.

“Benedict!” You grinned, “this is Robert, my brother's school friend”.

The two men bowed to each other.

“So what about that dance?” Benedict asked again.

“Go on” Robert smiled, “i’ll get us some drinks”.

You nodded watching him go.

As you danced you looked at your friend, “so what do you think?”.

He gave a small shrug, “he’s an alright dancer”.

“Anyone’s an alright dancer when paired with me” you rolled your eyes. “Do you think he might actually make an offer?”.

An offer like your were some kind of business deal

“Don’t you want to marry for love?” He asked.

You frowned, “love?”.

He nodded, “yes love”.

“I don’t suppose I get much of a say. If I’m lucky love will come after or if not love then friendship”.

“Is that how you want your marriage to be?”.

Getting more annoyed with each question you huffed.”my family isn’t rich, if Lord Robert likes me enough to marry me then who cares if we are in love or not? I will have a secure future".

“What If ever was someone who would marry you who already loves you?” He asked.

You sighed, “you’re being ridiculous now, if that someone was real then they would have done it already”.

“What if they misunderstood the way they loved you until they nearly lost you?”. You opened your mouth to speak but he carried on. “What if they spent years catching you each time you tripped and telling you whenever you had cream on your cheek, what if you were the person they told everything to and you to them”.

Your frown dropped, he couldn’t be talking about himself could he?

“What would you do then?”

“If there were someone like that then I should think they ask my parents before another could” you said not able to keep yourself from smiling. “Or we’d have a rather uncomfortable conversation on our hands with that other someone”

[shiratamahatsumiyo]

Gun Park with Mitsuri Kanroji reader

@aline1701, come get your Gun Park.

Mitsuri is a character from Demon Slayer and is one of the Hashiras supporting Tanjiro and the others in the Swordsmith Village Arc, fighting the Upper Moons Gyokko and Hantengu. She is known as the sweet and kind Love Hashira.

• Work has been really hectic for you these past days. These owners must take extra good care of their pets! They always feed them things that are not supposed to be eaten by them... That poor cat the other day ate shrimp and the owner didn't know.

• Because of how busy you are, the others at Jaewon High become a bit worried about where their gluttonous social butterfly went. Word quickly spread out that you are not on campus and the bullies started to take advantage of that.

• Big Daniel encountered Gun that day and the man with sunglasses wouldn't leave him alone, Gun kept offering Daniel the same thing about him being his successor, and Daniel was having none of it. So they fought... You're just closing the clinic for the night and head home until you stumbled across their fight, you hid in a corner and search for your phone to call the police.

Gun: "....*pant*..... What? You tired already?..."

Daniel: "...No...*pant*.... I'm just getting started--"

•While Daniel was standing his ground against Gun, the bastard decided to play dirty and elbow him. You take action and then blocked his attack.

Mitsuri: "Oh my goodness! What is happening here?! No fighting please!"

Daniel: "What the- Mitsuri? Is that you? What are you doing here?!"

Mitsuri: "I should be asking you the same thing, Daniel! This is the way to my house... Why are you fighting this guy at night?! You'll wake up my neighbors!!"

Gun: "Great. Another fight interrupted. Why does this always happen. And how did you block that?"

Mitsuri: "H-hey! You better stop fighting each other or I'm calling the police!"

Gun: "This one's a bitch too."

Mitsuri: *GASP*

Daniel: " Umm, Mitsuri--"

Mitsuri: " Y-YOU SAID THE B WORD! THAT WAS VERY RUDE OF YOU! PLEASE APOLOGIZE!"

Gun: " ...Huh? Is this bitch for real?"

Daniel: "Mitsuri, please, you might kill him--"

Mitsuri: *GASP* "YOU SAID IT AGAIN! THAT'S IT, YOU'RE FIGHTING WITH MY FRIEND AND GAVE HIM SCRATCHES AND DIDN'T APOLOGIZE TOO!! YOU'RE FIGHTING ME NOW!!!"

Gun: "And what are you gonna do? OH SHI-"

Mitsuri: "I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THIS BUT YOU'RE BEING A MEANIE!!!" *LIFTS GUN'S CAR AND FUCKING THROWS IT AT HIM*

• Gun was definitely sure that if he didn't react in 1.5 milliseconds and dodged, he would've been the ugliest Lookism character with broken bones and with misshapen facial features...

• Gun got excited and was about to punch you but got interrupted once more by a call from Charles Choi. He leaves after telling Daniel that his offer is still on the table. Anyways, you scolded Daniel about fighting Gun was dangerous but Daniel just brought up questions asking you what your work out routine is.

• Gun took notice of your abnormal strength and decided to request for Kouji to give some information about you. Goo misunderstood Gun's sudden interest to you as a sexual liking and teased him until Gun threatened to break his jaw.

• Believe Gun's disappointment after reading your file. It says that you possess abnormal strength from birth but you're desperate to hide it?? Just for a successful marriage??? Fuck no, he's stalk you and fight you until you realize how useful your strength is and will have no use for marriage anymore. That'll totally work, right?

• Everyone is very happy to have your presence in the classroom again. Vasco can share dangos with you now. The bullies hide in fear like roaches after sensing you coming back. You told them that you were just busy with your job and that gave them a relief since you almost never miss a single class.

• Everything seems to come back to normal until you see the same man with sunglasses at your doorstep waiting for you.

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She doesn't care that I'm haunted by suicidal thoughts, saying that it's my own fault and that I would finally LEAVE THE WORLD, and then she abruptly changes her position, deceiving me with words, saying that:

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And then again it loops in a circle: scandals, threats and, that I just misunderstood it all and that it was my own fault. She is trying her best to keep me in her house, telling me I can't go anywhere because I'm not capable of doing anything.

My mom said herself that despite the psychologist's recommendation to go to sessions too, she says she doesn't have time and she's old, she just has such nerves and it's NOT a bad thing.

She's not a very b*stard. I live in a warm place and have everything, but her mentally is not stable. Accusations, threats of violence that she will start the same way she did when she was a child and verbal abuse towards me. All her negativity towards me, I am not going to take it anymore, I have enough frayed nerves and tears as it is. I don't feel safe in this house. I don't want it to continue..

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[phi4mars]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a velvet x fem reader where the reader is a solo artist and is number one and her and velvet are super competitive with eachother? if possible could you also have the reader and velvet be exes that had a pretty nasty breakup and they flirt a lot and is obvious that they still have feelings for eachother? if not that's ok thank you so much !!

yess ofc omg, sorry guys if i reply to requests awhile after you send them in, i blame this on time zones 😒.

this is probably going to be so bad so i warn, i will get better hopefully i just need to learn how to get back into my fanfic roots.

anyways thankyou for your request!! i really appreciate it!!

misunderstood

꧁………….꧂

a few months ago every social network exclaimed the news of y/n becoming the top artist by passing velvet and veneer. the media suspected this would affect the relationship between y/n and the female artist velvet. and oh boy it did.

after this event the rivalry between the two increased significantly, leading velvet to suspect y/n of using her for fame and thinking their whole relationship was a plan for her to become number 1. an argument broke out which led the two artists to go their separate ways. this wasn’t a thing y/n or velvet wanted even though it seemed like it. emotions lead their actions.

now in the present time y/n and velvet would still get questioned in their interviews about each other, some questions are about the breakup and some are just personal questions like “was she a good kisser”. when these questions get asked both of them turn into a flustered mess. it was obvious feelings were still there.

it was now the night where y/n would get her award for being top artist. velvet and veneer would be attending which made y/n a bit anxious.

“what if she hates me and won’t talk to me?” y/n asked her assistant as they were backstage in the dressing room getting ready.

“y/n i’m sure if you talk to her and explain that this wasn’t to hurt her and it was all so unexpected she will understand” her assistant replied shooting her a smile.

“ugh this is so hard, i just want her to still like me” y/n whined as her assistant made the final adjustments to her outfit.

“go out there and be a star” was the last thing y/n heard before being pushed on stage.

the audience roared as y/n walked out, her eyes landed on the person who was meant to give her the award. velvet. her heart skipped a beat as she stood next to her ex. the pair locked eyes awkwardly. velvet then carefully put the award in y/n’s hands not breaking eye contact. the tension between them was unsettling. they both were stiff but red faced.

“thankyou” y/n mouthed to velvet who returned an eye roll.

“thankyou so much, i couldn’t have done it without all you guys and i am so grateful for everyone who has led me here tonight.” y/n exclaimed smiling. velvet eyed her then left the stage.

after y/n left the stage a party was being held. y/n was making her way to the bar then suddenly felt a cold hand grab her wrist.

“oh hi again” she awkwardly said as she looked at velvet.

“congratulations” velvet said sharply while looking intensely at the girl.

“thank you” y/n replied as she pushed back a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

velvet turned to leave but y/n quickly stopped her.

“velvet, look i know you hate me but i’m really sorry i didn’t know this would happen and i feel so bad and please forgive me i never-“ she got interrupted with and two hands grabbing her face and pulling her in, the kiss lasted a few seconds then velvet pulled away.

“i should be the one that’s sorry, i took everything so personally, i miss you so much and i regret everything” she told y/n.

“i miss you too” y/n replied as they intertwined their hands and walked to the bar together. the famous couple had made up and probably made out after.

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[mayullla]

Title: Forever a Lost Heart

Character(s): Pantalone (Genshin Impact) Summary: Pantalone came back home after a long time to find his lovely wife sleeping soundly. Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, fem!reader, not really Stockholm syndrome but reader has given up for a long time now, imprisonment, forced marriage

Note: .....*also confused* why did I delete the previous ask a long time ago T-T I apologize i am not the best at explaining back then (even now tbf ;-;)... but anyway still hope you like this lil fic! I am really happy with this one! Also had to repost this cause i made a huge mistake in deleting the original TvT yeahhhh sorry about that...

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

It wasn't a marriage out of love. Your parents were so blinded by money, and fame forced you to marry a harbinger when he had given them a certain offer for a more luxurious life in exchange for their lovely daughter.

You.

You felt nothing more than cattle in the market, sold by your "owners," and in the next moment in the hands of someone else. Except this one was dressed it as if it was something romantic.

"Dear, how was your sleep?" Your eyes fluttered open at the voice as you looked around the dark room. Sleep still in your eyes. You forced yourself to wake up, using your arms to push yourself from the soft fabric of the bed. "You are back?" It wasn't supposed to sound like a question.

You didn't think he would come back so soon.

It has been a few days since he left, busy when the Tsaritsa summoned him for something related to one of the harbingers. "You don't sound all that please dear." It wasn't a question, as Pantalone placed a hand on your face. His gloved hand felt cold and lifeless to your cheek.

You shook your head, denying his words. Moving your hands to hold his as you lean more into his palm, closing your eyes as if comforted by his presence. "No. I am glad you are back..."

"How sweet of my love."

Yet hidden within your heart, he was correct. You didn't miss him, for the days when he was away were like a paradise for you. An empty and hollow paradise but still a paradise away from something that wanted to eat you whole. You hummed on his hand, a soft smile on your lips.

"Hmmm... you are such a doll, dear. So compliant." Pantalone chuckled, rubbing his thumb lightly on your cheek. "Did you watch over the mansion while I was away?" You nodded again. It was something that kept your mind away from the feeling of hopelessness and away from any punishments.

"Yes, I did."

"What else did you do while I was away? Did you get the gifts that I sent to you? I bought the most beautiful dresses and gems that would match your beauty. Thought nothing really is beautiful as my dove." Reminded of the boxes that the servants brought you nodded. Expensive jewels and dresses, shoes, and handbags, he had sent you many things, some of which you personally liked.

But all still useless things, they are nothing but stones and clothes, something that could never truly give you what you really wanted.

"You shouldn't lie, my dear." Ah, it seems that you didn't watch your face... it was your mistake after all you just woke up still tired from your sleep. You didn't realize your mistake until it was too late when he held your cheeks to make you look at him with such softness when his eyes had none.

"A wife should never lie to her husband, nor should she. You were always a great actress. Many outside this mansion believe that you truly love me. And quite a few misunderstood your sadness as loneliness away from her husband." His voice was sharp as he forced your face closer to his. You stared at his eyes, your own widening startled a little before returning back.

It wasn't a surprise at all that he knew. He was just too smart, for things to be kept simple.

"Were you planning on running away, dear? When I finally have my guard down around you, you could finally sneak away from me?" He innocently asked, as if he was he was accusing you. Staying still for a moment, looking down then to his eyes as you held on his wrist with a light touch, you shook your head. Well, as much as you could.

No, it wasn't like that... You had long given up ever escaping what faith had given you ever since you were born. A puppet created by your parents you were just handed over to another who could control your strings just as well.

It was something that came easy to you somehow... even if you wanted that freedom, the fear of what would happen when you stepped outside your boundary shook your heart. You didn't love your husband, but his obsession was far better than the love your parents showed to you.

"I am sorry... I just... I just feel lonely." You told him softly.

You were tired of being a doll, yet you hesitate to go out unable to find the courage to do so. If this was something of a healthy relationship maybe you could have changed for the better, but alas you didn't even have that when you were kissed by the side of your forehead by the man who softly held your face again.

"It seems that I was the reason that you have become like this. I am sorry to have left you alone for so long because of work, you have waited so patiently for me. Thank you, dear." Taking your hand, he kissed the back of your hand, the lingering warmth still there even after his lips parted away.

Your husband always knew how to twist things to his liking, how your words were twisted to his own pleasure.

"The Tsaritsa had asked me to head to Monstade soon after some rest, for some dealing over there. I wish to take you with me. My dear has been lonely for so long that it is only proper that we have some time together." Pantalone expression never changed as he rubbed your cheeks gently, his other hand holding yours. "Is there something you wished to do there, dear?"

Your eyes widen just a small bit at his words. Surprised that he was offering you finally to go out while you knew that you would never be able to leave his sight the idea of finally being able to leave the window as you watch the snow fall every minute made your heart light with hope. It was a foreign feeling something that Pantalone definitely noticed when his own smile widened just a little bit more.

Moving your hands as you took his that was holding yours, you moved it to your cheek, rubbing it affectionately as you kissed the back of his hand. "Yes... That would be lovely."

"I see that my sweetheart wishes to join me. I will have the preparations done and make it so that you will have a comfortable ride to Monstade." Pantalone stated as he watched your affections, finding it so amusing.

"It has been far too long since we have been in each other company outside. The last one was the honeymoon trip to Fontaine, but we didn't even do much then." Pantalone mumbled, a small smile gracing his lips again when an idea popped into his head, "Yes... let's do that."

You closed your eyes when he started combing your hair, uncaring to what he had in plan. His hand was gentle with you hair, as you dreamed about the dandelions and sunny skies.

[pareidoliaonthemove]

What Are Little Girls Made Of

“How far to the lifesigns, Thunderbird Five?”

Virgil stopped the rest behind the ‘mini-Mole’, as he waited for his older brother to respond.

“About twenty meters, Two. You need to veer five degrees right, and one degree down. That will have you breaking through their air pocket at the corner diagonally opposite from their position.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Five. Five degrees right one, one degree down. Moving out.”

Virgil keyed in the course change on his wrist controller, and activated the mini-Mole. With a high pitched squeal, the small ROV again started drilling into the concrete and rebar of the collapsed building. It captured all the detritus, mixed it with a quick setting binding agent, and extruded it against the ‘walls’ of its tunnel, ensuring that the resulting space wasn’t going to collapse immediately behind it.

Virgil eyed his wrist controller as he crawled after the machine. Time was still of the essence in this type of rescue. They hadn’t been able to ascertain exactly why the commercial complex had collapsed, and that made Virgil very unhappy.

In front of him, the mini-Mole chirruped, slowed its pace and drill, and pulled forward to show a hole in the ‘wall’ facing a void. Virgil activated his passive line to John, then crawled up to the entryway and cautiously poked his head through. “International Rescue. Is anybody here?”

Stupid question, he knew there were two human life-signs in this space, but the enquiry served multiple purposes. Firstly, it identified him, and stopped anyone from trying to brain him with a rock – it had happened. Trapped people panicked, and if they had fears about running out of oxygen, another person in ‘their’ space, breathing ‘their’ air was a threat that had to be ‘dealt’ with.

Secondly, it told him if the lifesigns were conscious. No conscious victim could resist responding to the magic words...

“International Rescue!”

And there it was. One of the two lifesigns was currently bouncing towards him, a little girl about seven years of age, rushing across the space, her pigtails streaming behind her, pink ribbons fluttering. Virgil watched carefully as he crawled into the space. She was moving freely, despite concrete dust liberally coating her body, and bloody red grazes on the sides of legs and palms of her hand. Her dress, once a pink frilly layered affair was now torn and lank.

She must have felt like a princess when she left her home this morning.

The little girl grabbed his hand and started trying to drag him back with her to the far corner. “You have to come, Mummy’s stuck! She can’t get out!”

“Judy! Calm.” The voice was laced with pain but firm and calming. Two conscious resucees. That was good.

Judy stopped her insistent dragging, but didn’t let go of Virgil’s hand. “Please, Mister International Rescue. My Mummy is stuck. Can you help her get out?”

Virgil smiled, it was a practised smile, confident and calm. “That’s why I’m here. Now, where is your mummy, and what is her name?”

A deep breath. “My Mummy’s name is Jennifer Robson. My name is Judy Robson. Mummy is over in that corner,” she pointed. “And her legs are caught under the roof. Mine were, too,” she added, “but I’m little so I managed to wiggle my way out. Mummy can’t.”

“Thank you, Judy. You’ve been very brave, and very helpful. Can you keep helping me by staying here, while I go and see what’s got your mummy stuck?”

A determined nod, but her fear was betrayed by small teeth gnawing at her lower lip and bright water gathering in her eyes.

Virgil smiled again, and lowered himself down beside her mother. “Mrs Robson?” he asked, it never hurt to check names with parents. Judy had spoken clearly, but a misunderstood name at a rescue site could have consequences later.

The woman smiled up at him from where she lay on her left side. “That’s right, please call me Jenny. It’ll save time.” A glance at her daughter. “It’s a bit more complicated than just being stuck. I think something’s gone through my left leg.” A frown. “My right leg is lying in front of the left, and I can move it freely, but…”

Virgil nodded. “Okay. I understand.” He pulled a device from the satchel he had been dragging under his chest, clipped to his harness. “This is a snake,” he showed Mrs Robson. “I’m going to slide it behind you, and it’ll let me see what’s holding you in place. Then I can come up with a plan to get you out.”

“That would be appreciated,” Jenny smiled.

Virgil eased his way behind her, and activated the snake, sending it slipping down next to her back, and relaying what it ‘saw’ to a little 2D screen on the control box.

He frowned at what he saw. A piece of rebar – entirely too thin for what it was presumably doing, he noted absently – had been freed from it encasing concrete, and had stabbed through Jenny’s left calf. He sent the snake bobbing down, to examine beneath.

They were in luck, the rebar had only just broken the skin, and hadn’t pinned her to the slab below. One cut, a slight jacking of the slab above her, and Jenny could be pulled out.

He informed Jenny as much, and then paused. Judy was sitting cross legged where he had left her, her apparent calm betrayed by the clean furrows tear tracks had carved down the concrete dust coating her face. He couldn’t send the little girl up the tunnel on her own, there were too many side branches that had been carved to reach other victims of the collapse. He couldn’t take her himself, and leave Jenny alone. And they really couldn’t afford the time to have one of his brothers come down and collect Judy, but she was still only young, and he didn’t really want her to see the state her mother was in.

Jenny saw where he was looking, and smiled. “If you’re worried about upsetting her with blood, you shouldn’t. Your biggest problem will be keeping her out of the way to wrap up a wound. Little girls come in two flavours, precious princesses who kick up and fuss at the mere mention of the word ‘blood’, or perfect little ghouls, who delight in it, and must be shown any wound the instant they learn of it.” She raised her voice so her daughter could hear. “Judy wants to be a doctor when she grows up, she is very interested in first aid and how to treat injuries. Judy the Ghoul, we call her.”

Judy perked up. “Oh, does Mummy need first aid? Can I help? I know how to apply bandages! Please, can I help? I’ll be super helpful!”

Virgil glanced at her mother, who was all but laughing at his confusion. “Judy, tell Mister International Rescue how you treat someone with a stab wound.”

“First, never ever ever take the object out of the wound. Take a bandage, and make doughnut, like this,” she held up both hands to make an ‘O’ shape, “slide it over the foreign object, and then wrap other bandages around it to keep in place.”

Virgil nodded approvingly. “Very good. That’s absolutely correct. First I’m going to have to get your mom out, and then we can do the first aid together, okay?”

A determined nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Okay, then, let’s get cracking.” He turned to his satchel, and pulled out a jack, setting it up, again behind Jenny, and then pulling out a version of Mini-MAX. This one programmed for exactly this kind of scenario, and kitted out with a miniature version of his shoulder mounted laser.

Virgil always had trepidations about ‘his’ Mini-MAX. It had taken Brains a lot of trial and error to tone down MAX’s natural enthusiasm. That coupled with a high powered laser had had … interesting results. International Rescue’s high energy equipment testing protocols and test chamber had both needed serious overhauling.

As was his habit, Virgil held his breath as Mini-MAX attached the heat absorbing shield, and activated his laser. But the little robot did his job perfectly, flying back out to his ‘travel’ case, leaving Jenny with a half-inch of rebar sticking out of her leg.

Virgil again held his breath as the jack slowly, so slowly, eased upwards just enough for him to slide Jenny out without jostling the rebar, and, once she was clear, slowly easing the slab back down to its original position.

As Virgil turned his attention to his charge’s injury, he found the little girl, kneeling beside her mother, her face mere inches from the ground, as she examined the injury with a bright-eyed intensity that made him just a little bit uneasy.

Gently pulling the girl, back he helped her sterilise her hands, and they both made a ‘doughnut’ out of bandages, and while Judy held them in place, Virgil started the binding bandage. He then turned to give Jenny painkillers, while keeping an eye on Judy as she completed the binding.

Quickly assembling the hover stretcher from its folded up state in his satchel, Virgil explained his evacuation plan to his patient and ‘assistant’. Jenny was soon installed on the stretcher, and strapped firmly in place, while Judy was more loosely strapped to her right side, so she could ‘monitor’ her mother on their trip to the surface.

Bringing the mini-Mole around to face back up its tunnel, Virgil tethered the hover stretcher to its back, and sent the Mole, the stretcher and its occupants trundling back towards freedom. Quickly packing up his remaining equipment, Virgil started crawling after the Mole, quietly confirming with John the condition of his rescuees and confirming that there was appropriate resources waiting for them top side, and that there was no-one else to pull from the wreckage of the building.

The trip back up passed quicker than had the one down, with Judy chatting happily to her mother, and then relaying regular ‘updates’ back to Virgil. The dying rays of sunlight bathing the scenery in reds and golds seemed unnaturally bright to Virgil as he crawled out of the hole, accepting Gordon and Scott’s help to stand upright again, and pull off his helmet. His back cracking as he straightened, but he bit back the groan as he twisted. That was just a bit too ‘old man’.

Ambulance crews, already briefed by John as to Jenny’s condition, and treatment already provided, had shifted her from the IR stretcher to their own gurney, and Judy was standing, watching intently as they took her vital signs, and unworriedly alternating between talking over, and talking to the little girl.

A woman, dressed in the ambulance’s uniform, drew Jenny away, and briefly examined the grazes on her legs and hands, and Virgil was briefly concerned that he had missed something in his haste to free the mother. But as the woman realised Virgil was watching, she offered a smile, and a thumbs up; and Virgil relaxed.

Beside him, Gordon nudged his arm, pressed an object into Virgil’s hand. It was one of the buttons Virgil had had made up, a test run of item he wanted to propose to Scott for distribution to kids at Danger Zone. A small button with a pin back. In the centre was the IR logo, an around it, in – naturally – Thunderbird Two Green was the words “I Was Brave For International Rescue”.

Virgil frowned at Gordon. These weren’t supposed to be here, but Gordon just nodded to Judy. “She’s earned it. Scott’s busy, go on, Virg.”

Virgil walked over, and knelt down beside Judy. “I wanted to thank you, Judy. You were very brave and very helpful back there.” He held up the button to her. “You’ve earned this. Can I pin it to your dress?”

Judy’s eyes went wide as she saw the button, and she nodded. Virgil reached forward, and very carefully pinned it to the dress, probably a bit high, it was near her collarbone. But Judy stared down at it a moment, before launching herself at Virgil and nearly strangling him with a hug. “Thank you, Mister International Rescue. Thank you for helping me and my Mummy.”

Virgil cautiously returned the hug, “Thank you, Judy.” A shout from the nearby ambulance had Judy’s caretaker gently pulling her away from Virgil and leading her away. Judy bounded as she went, pigtails streaming behind her. Back to her mother.

Twenty Years Later

Virgil lay back, watching the flickering pattern of light tiles rush past over his head. Whatever drugs they had given him on the way to the hospital were working a treat, what had been a fiery burning pain was now a dull throb, annoying but he could live with it.

A new body joined the lineup alongside his gurney, and Virgil turned his attention to the newcomer. A woman, about thirty, her long dark hair was caught in a plait, a pink ribbon incongruously woven into the braid, and formed the tie, candy pink scrubs that stuck out like a beacon amid the soft blues and teals.

A photo ID card at the end of the lanyard bounced about as she ran, and Virgil couldn’t make out then name, but recognised from the colour stripe along the right edge that the woman was an Emergency Department Trauma Surgeon. Attached to the lanyard, near her collarbone, was a pin, and Virgil strained to see it. He frowned, and reached up a hand to tug on the lanyard so he could get a closer look at the pin.

A IR blue clad arm reached about and caught his hand. “Hey, Virg, no grabbing. Hands to yourself, even when drugged, bro.”

There was a laugh, and the woman pulled off the lanyard one handed, and held the pin for his inspection. It was an old button, faded from exposure to light, but Virgil instantly recognised it. Scott had quickly forbidden them when he had found out, but the IR logo in the centre, and the words, “I Was Brave For International Rescue” ran around the edge in Thunderbird Two Green was unmistakable.

A name came to him, an image of a cement dust covered little girl in torn pink dress and pigtails, peering in fascination at the rebar piercing her mother’s leg. “Judy the Ghoul,” he said, voice slurring.

Above him, Judy – Doctor Judy – laughed. “That’s me. I’m honoured you remembered me.”

Virgil lay back and closed his eyes. “Never forgot. Little girls are ghouls. Important lesson t’ learn.” He opened his eyes. “My little girls are even worse. Had’ta keep infirmary locked. Was tryin’ to play ‘doctor’.”

She laughed again, turning her attention to his lower body. Virgil really didn’t want to know what she was seeing. Feeling what had happened was bad enough. A thought. “Did y’ Mum keep th’ leg?”

“No,” was the absent reply. “Sepsis infection at the hospital meant she lost her leg, at the knee. She has a prosthesis; reckons it’s the best thing that ever happened to her. Says it reduced her footache by fifty percent.”

She turned back to Virgil. “But I’m afraid we’ll not be reducing your footache, Mr Tracy. But if you can be very brave and helpful, we’ll have you back rescuing little girls from collapsed buildings in no time.”

Virgil smiled, as half of the people surrounding him, including his brother, fell away, and he was propelled through double doors into the gleaming sterility of a surgical theater. “I look forward to it.”

Notes:

I have five nieces, aged between ten and two. Any bandages or bandaids must be immediately removed for them to inspect the damage. Ghouls. The lot of them. Unless it’s their blood!

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the TOS or CGI Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

[fatgirlonadate-blog]

21 Days - Day 7

Crows are one of the most misunderstood birds in the animal kingdom. Due to their dark feathers and association with death, they're often seen as creepy and sinister - a bad omen. But, in reality, crows represent wisdom, intuition, and transformation. They're highly intelligent, form unbreakable bonds, and can hold one hell of a grudge. They are a good sign - a good omen. It's actually quite lucky to see one.

Despite all of that, the mechanical crow currently perched outside of your bedroom window can only mean one thing: trouble.

You glare at Mephisto, your frown deepening as you pull on a shirt swiped from Xavier's side of the closet.

The bird continues to watch you with an unwavering stare, his red eyes following every movement as you finish dressing. It's a bit unsettling not knowing exactly how Sylus and Mephisto communicate. Can he see everything Mephisto sees? If so, then he's a pervert and has probably seen you naked more times than you care to think about.

You cross to the window with a heavy sigh, and pull it open. The crow flaps its mechanical wings in response to the movement, but doesn't budge from its perch.

"How did you find me?"

You're not sure if the question is for Sylus or for Mephisto - they're basically one and the same. You had told Sylus that you were going to be out of Linkon City for a while, but you had very specifically not mentioned where you were going. And yet, Mephisto is here.

You resist the urge to pet the damned bird, and walk back to your bedside table to retrieve your phone. You open your messages and tap on Sylus's name.

Kitten: What are you doing?

The message is marked as read instantly, and a notification appears at the top of the screen. Sylus is calling you. You swipe to answer and bring the phone to your ear, "Hello?"

"There you are, Kitten," Sylus greets you on the other line, his voice all razor blades and honey. "Do you miss me yet?"

"Why is Mephisto here?" You ask, getting straight to the point.

Sylus chuckles and you can imagine the cocky smirk he's wearing. "How should I know the answer to that? You know he does as he pleases."

You scoff, and glance at Mephisto who is now sitting on the windowsill and peering into the room.

"Uh huh, sure he does. What do you want, Sylus?"

The sound of fabric rustling comes through on his end of the line, and you hear the muffled sound of a yawn.

"You already know what I want, Sweetie. What are you really trying to ask me? Use your words."

You roll your eyes even though he can't see you. "What are you planning?"

"I'm not planning anything," Sylus replies in a softer, more innocent voice. "Unless you count going back to bed."

You glance at the time on your phone, it's nearly noon. Of course he was still sleeping.

"Why did you send Mephisto to find me? I told you I'd be gone for a while."

There's a long pause on his end of the line. "Maybe he's bored of me and misses you?"

"It's been less than a week since I've seen him, and that's the dumbest thing you've ever said to me."

Sylus laughs, a rich, happy sound, "Oh, have you been keeping count? Have you missed him, too?"

"No," you bite out quickly, "I haven't missed him...or you."

"Careful, Kitten. You'll break his heart."

You try to fight the smile that's threatening to spread across your face, but it's a losing battle. He knows how to make you laugh, even when you don't want to. And as much as you want to hate the nickname, you can't. It sounds so good when he says it.

"Are you going to answer me or not?" you demand, trying to keep your tone harsh.

There's a shuffling sound on his end, and then Sylus's voice is close to the phone again, "You'll be receiving a package today. Mephisto is there to make sure it arrives."

"A package? What kind of package? What is it?"

"I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise, Kitten. I promise it will be worth the wait."

"What does that even mea-"

The line goes dead, and the phone screen dims in your hand. He hung up on you.

"Asshole," you mutter as you toss your phone back on the nightstand and turn to look at Mephisto. You could swear that dumb bird is smirking at you. With a sigh, you cross the room to the window and shoo him off the ledge.

"Message received. Out you get," you huff, and close the window in his face.

Mephisto tilts his head and clicks his beak at you before spreading his wings and flying off to perch on a branch in the yard. You watch him for a moment, wondering where the hell that package is supposed to be delivered, and then head into the living room.

Xavier is sitting on the couch, reading a book and sipping tea. He looks comfortable, relaxed, and so damn beautiful that you just want to squish his perfect face.

"Hey," he greets, setting down his book.

You sit beside him on the couch and curl up against his side. His arm naturally finds its place around your shoulders, pulling you closer. It's a simple gesture, one that's become almost second nature in the last few days. It's nice. You could get used to living with Xavier like this. For the first time in a long time, you've found something that feels like home again.

Your momentary happiness is interrupted as you remember the package. What could it be? You know it's not going to be something normal like flowers or chocolate. Not with Sylus - that's not his style. A strange mix of excitement and unease settles in your stomach as you try to think of what he could possibly want to send you.

Xavier tilts his head toward yours. "Is something wrong?"

You shake your head and try to school your features. "Oh, no. I was just thinking...why don't we get out of the house for a bit? We're a married couple on vacation, after all. Shouldn't we be going on dates?"

"Are you asking me out on a date, Mrs. Shen?"

"Well, that depends, Mr. Shen. Are you saying yes?"

His lips twitch with a hint of amusement. "Of course. Where are you taking me?"

You hum, tapping your chin as if deep in thought. You hadn't actually planned anything - you simply want to get him out of the house so he won't be here when your mystery package arrives. Xavier is the last person you want to know about Sylus. He'll have questions, and you don't have good answers.

"There's a park not far from here. I saw it on my walk the other day. Want to go check it out?"

Xavier nods and gives your shoulder a small squeeze, "Yeah, alright. Let's go then."

The park is within walking distance, and it's a beautiful afternoon. The sky is clear, the temperature is warm, and there's a light Autumn breeze rustling through the trees. Leaves fall to the ground around you like flower petals.

Xavier walks beside you with his hands in his pockets. As you stroll, you take the time to really look at the town this time. The houses are all different shapes and sizes, some old and weathered, others looking brand new, and yet they all blend together seamlessly. They fit. They belong. The people, too, look like they fit here. You pass a group of kids riding bicycles, an elderly couple walking their dog, a woman watering the plants in her front yard, and a man washing his car.

This is the kind of place where couples settle down and start families, you think. It's a bittersweet thought - one that causes a pang in your chest. It's a life you're not sure you'll ever get to have.

Xavier nudges your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts, "What are you thinking about?"

You glance up at him, "Hmm?"

"You're quiet. Too quiet."

"Just enjoying the scenery. It's very...domestic," you say with a shrug.

He makes a face as if he doesn't really understand what you mean. "Is that good or bad?"

You smile at him, and reach up to ruffle his fluffy hair, "It's good. I miss the city - the chaos. But it's nice here. Pretty. The company isn't half bad, either."

Xavier ducks away from you with a laugh and tries to smooth his hair back down.

As you turn into the entrance of the park, you see your new neighbors in the distance chatting away on a bench. The two women are huddled close together, their heads bowed as they gossip in hushed tones.

"Oh god," you breathe out as their eyes land on you. "Quickly! Act like you love me."

Xavier glances at you, clearly confused. "What?"

"The old ladies! Just act normal...no...act like you love me!"

He blinks down at you, his brows knitting together, "I am acting normal."

"Okay, well...act different then! Now!" you order, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. You tug him close and stand up on your tiptoes, your eyes fixed on his.

Xavier looks down at you with a raised brow, and then glances over his shoulder in the direction you are staring.

"They're coming over," he whispers, leaning in closer to you.

Your eyes dart between him and the approaching ladies. Without thinking too deeply about it, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in and press your lips against his in a rush. Your noses bump together. He freezes, his hands hovering in the air, and then wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer.

It's a quick kiss - over before it even started. And you look down, flooded with embarrassment, as you pull away. Your heart is pounding and your cheeks are burning crimson.

"Remember what I said?" A voice chirps close behind you. "The couple that just moved in..."

You're still cradled in Xavier's arms, and you feel them tense around your waist as the two women pass by.

"Aw, young people are adorable. Look at how smitten they are with each other..." The woman's voice trails off as the two of them continue to walk out of hearing range.

You let out a shaky breath, your heart still racing, "That was close."

Xavier doesn't say anything, he's just looking at you, his blue eyes searching your face as if trying to read your thoughts. He still hasn't loosened his grip on your waist.

"Can I try again?" he asks, his voice low and soft.

"What?" Your gaze flickers from his lips to his eyes.

Xavier brings his hand to your cheek, and tilts your face up toward him. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, softer this time. Gentle. His hand slides down to the back of your neck as you part your lips and feel his tongue brush against yours.

You can't breathe. You can't think. All you can do is kiss him back. His lips are so soft, moving slowly and deliberately against yours. He tastes like ginger tea, and smells like clean laundry and sunshine.

When he finally breaks the kiss, you're breathless, and you're clinging to his shirt to keep yourself steady. He rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he says softly.

You're frozen, barely processing his words. Your brain is still in a haze from the kiss. You've been kissed before, but never like that. Never so sweetly or passionately. You're not sure if it was real or not. It couldn't have been, you think. It was fake. Just for show. But right now, in this moment, with Xavier's arms around you and his lips so close to yours, it feels pretty damn real.

He clears his throat, and takes a step back, his hands dropping to his sides.

"So, the park. What do you want to do first?" he asks, breaking the silence.

You blink at him and try to regain some semblance of composure.

"Uhhh, the playground?" You suggest lamely, pointing at the colorful structure in the center of the park.

Xavier's mouth curves into a half smile, and he offers you his hand, "Let's do the swings. I'll push you."

You slip your hand into his, and let him lead you forward. Your heart and your head haven't caught up to what just happened, and your mind is reeling as you try to make sense of it.

The next few hours slip by in a blur. Xavier pushed you on the swings until you were breathless with laughter, and he raced you through the park to the ice cream stand. You know he let you win, but that didn't stop you from rubbing it in his face and insisting that the loser had to pay. He didn't protest.

It was as if nothing had changed. And yet, everything felt different. You couldn't shake the feeling that Xavier was watching you even closer than usual, his gaze lingering longer, and his touch more frequent. Maybe you were imagining it. But maybe you weren't.

As you make your way back to the house, you sneak glances at him from the corner of your eye. He looks the same as always, but something is different. You can feel it.

You reach the front of the house and notice a large cardboard box sitting on the front porch.

"A package came while we were gone," Xavier notes, following you up the stairs.

You glance at the box and then at Xavier, and feel a knot form in the pit of your stomach. It's here. Sylus's mystery gift has arrived - just as he said it would.

Xavier is standing next to you, his eyes fixed on the box. He's staring at it as if he's trying to figure out what is inside.

"Did you order something?"

"Um, yeah. Just some things I thought we could use around the apartment," you lie, your voice pitching higher.

He looks at you, his eyes narrowing.

"Like what?" Xavier asks.

"Uh...I don't really remember. I ordered it days ago."

You pick up the box and carry it inside. Xavier is watching you from the doorway as you place the box down on the coffee table.

"Are you going to open it?"

"Yeah, in a minute. I have to pee. Right now," you reply as you scurry past him and dart to the bathroom.

As if on cue, your phone buzzes in your pocket the moment you shut the door behind you. You pull it out to check.

Sylus: Is the package there?

You curse under your breath. Is that goddamn bird in the house?

Kitten: It's here all right. Sylus: Good. Kitten: Are you going to tell me what it is? Sylus: Open it and find out. Kitten: Just tell me. Sylus: It's a reminder. Kitten: A reminder of what? Sylus: See you soon, Kitten. Kitten: Sylus?? Kitten: Really???

There's no reply.

With a sigh, you exit the bathroom and return to the living room. Xavier is slouched on the couch with his eyes closed. Sleeping? Thank god.

You tiptoe across the room and gingerly grab the box from the coffee table, and creep out of the room as quietly as possible. Once you're safely inside the bedroom, you place the box down on the bed. The package is unmarked and plain. What in the hell could this be?

You quickly pull a pair of scissors out of the nightstand, and slice the tape open.

Inside, there's a smaller black box tied with a red, silk ribbon.

You lift out the gift and set it down on the bed, staring at it as if it's a bomb.

With hesitant hands, you pull off the ribbon and lift the lid of the black box.

Heat instantly rises to your cheeks as you see a pair of silver handcuffs staring back at you. There are no other contents, just the handcuffs and a note.

'Don't forget, Kitten. We're bound together. -S'

You stare at the note. You read it twice. Then thrice. Your heartbeat quickens every time you reread the words.

You put the note back in the box and tentatively pick up the handcuffs to examine them. They're heavy in your hand - not a toy. The realization makes you feel both hot and cold at the same time.

The sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom breaks you out of your trance, and you drop the handcuffs as if they're on fire. Your heart seizes. In a panic, you quickly grab the black box, snatch up the red ribbon, and toss them in the closet.

You turn around just in time to see two things at once.

Firstly, Xavier is standing in the doorway, watching you with a curious expression.

And, secondly, the handcuffs that are still laying on the bed in plain sight next to the cardboard box.

Xavier follows your horrified line of sight and you watch his eyes widen as he sees the handcuffs. A mix of emotions flicker across his face. Surprise, confusion, curiosity, and then something else. Something you're not quite sure you recognize.

Xavier walks over to the bed and picks up the silver cuffs, turning them over in his hands. He looks up at you and raises his brows questioningly.

"You bought handcuffs...for us to use around the apartment?"

Your mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out. A dozen lies flit through your mind, all of them much better than what you actually end up saying.

"Um, yes?"

[alicedopey]

Alright, no more Pine. How about some Nick?

It's not better.

A Deal with the Devil

Fandom: The 355 Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader (curvy) Words: 1126 Warning: None (except Nick Fowler himself) A/N: I am blaming @darkficsyouneveraskedfor once again for this.

You should not even be here in the first place. You know you should not. But you had no other choice. When the chief of the FBI told you to go and meet one of the executives of the CIA, you could not refuse. Even if you knew there was a good chance he was doing this on purpose. He needed to show you he still was in control somehow, which was why he used your boss to make you do what he wanted. 

Thus, you agreed to meet at his luxurious apartment even though you would have preferred some public place and you agreed to go alone since your boss had stated it was a personal matter. Another sign Nick knew how to pull some strings so that the FBI would do whatever he asked with no further questions. Another thing that made your skin crawl.

He opened the door as soon as you rang the bell and leaned casually against it. His outfit matched his attitude. He had traded his usual suit against a pair of jeans and a blue sweater matching his soulful blue eyes. He knew what he was doing. 

“Just on time, as usual.” He looked you up and down with lazy smile on his face, admiring the way your knee-length skirt was hugging your curves. You almost regretted putting on your work attire and walked by him to come into the room. 

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Please, come in.” He followed after you. “After all, you know the place.”

“Nick” ‘You sighed. “I am not here to talk about things from the past. What…”

“Please take a seat.” He pointed to the table in his dining room where piles of money where waiting. 

You sat down hesitantly and crossed your legs, watching the banknotes with a frown. “That for me?”

“Yeah.” He took a seat on the opposite chair, gauging your reaction. 

You had none. There was no reason why he would give you that money. That is, unless the FBI wanted to send you on a special mission for the CIA with him.

“Well…not really.” He smiled. “It’s for your sister. After all, she needs to pay all those medical bills for your niece.”

There it was. “How on Earth have you heard about this?” You asked in a whisper. 

“Not thanks to you, that’s for sure.” He smirked. “You were always so secretive with me, I had to dig up some information.”

A chill ran down your spine. How long had he been doing this? How long did he dig up? And whatever for? To mock you? 

“So, what?” You snapped. “Now, you are just throwing your money at me to show you have it and I don’t. Does a child being sick amuse you?”

You stood up abruptly from your seat, ready to leave.

“Not at all, sweetheart. You misunderstood me. Sit down.” Every trace of smile had disappeared from his face. You sat down immediately, recognizing the Nick you had flew from. The one who could be so cold and threatening if you did not give him what he wanted. It had always amazed you what effect his tone could have on people until it was directed to you. Amazement then turned into fear. 

“The money is for you, sweetheart.” His smile was back. “That is…if you do something for me in return.”

Of course. Nothing was free with Nick Fowler.

“What do you want?” You asked in a tight voice.

He leaned closer. “You.”

“Nick….” You whispered. “We tried, you know it’s not working.”

“Hear me out.” He cleared his throat. “All I am asking for is one night. There is a charity event that I need to attend. I am sure you will be interested. It’s for kids with a heart condition. I assumed you would love to be my date. Afterwards, we would go back to my place and…have fun.”

He leaned back against his chair and winked at you.

“What if I refuse?” 

“Then, you say no.” He shrugged his shoulders. He was acting nonchalant but he was certain you would say yes. You knew it. Once again, you had no other choice but to accept his offer.

“So, let me get this straight”. You tilted your head on the side. “You offer to pay for my niece’s medical bills and all I have to do is whoring myself out to you”. 

You were amazed by your confident tone because you could feel yourself trembling on the inside. You would not show him your fear, though. It would give him more control than he already had. 

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Really? What would you call it, then?” 

“Just…a deal. You get what you want and I get what I want.” He smirked at you. 

“I won’t have to pay anything back? At all?” You were quite skeptical about this. He always had something up his sleeve and it was better to be prepared. 

“Nothing at all. You give me this one night and we are even.”

You felt your heart hammering in your chest and you bet he could hear it. He had always liked throwing the element of surprise. The man liked to play with his prey. But you would not be that gullible.

“I want it all written in a contract, then.” 

That made him raise his eyebrows. “A contract?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled. “Fine, if that’s what you want. But you won’t get the money before we both sign on it.”

“Fine by me.” You shrugged your shoulders and stood up, ready to leave again. This time, he stood up with you and walked you to the entrance door. 

He put his hand on the handle then seemed to hesitate and turned to you. “Nothing to seal the deal before leaving?”

He was mocking you again, always trying to make you uneasy and get the upper hand.

“After it’s signed.” You replied shortly. “And I will read between the lines.”

He snorted. “Read between the lines? Who do you think I am, sweetheart? The Devil?”

“You said it. Not me.”

He chuckled but opened the door and let you pass. You felt him brush your lower back and turned around, meeting his fiery gaze. It would be so easy to get lost in those eyes and let yourself succumb to your deepest desires, no matter what the consequences were. 

But you had your family to think about first. You abruptly stepped away from him, which seemed to amuse him even more. 

You sighed and finally made it outside. When you heard the door close, you sneaked a glance toward it to make sure he was behind it and almost ran to your car. Yes, it felt like you were making a deal with the Devil himself.

[acrystalwitch]

First an introduction to Lucifer: Usually in my deity guides this is where I’d share a bit of mythology on the deity I learned from their texts. Here will be a lot of UPG and SPG instead from him and other followers of his instead, as the texts he is in purely see him as evil and misunderstand him. This might ruffle some feathers so again please know; I understand I’m speaking from my own UPG a lot.

From the best of my understanding, and from what Lucifer has shared with me���

Lucifer was an Angel from the Christian religion. He was his father’s most beautiful Angel.

His father made the angels to serve him and always rule under him, he was the only god in his pantheon and wanted to stay that way.

The angels never even questioned it, things were how they were and that was that. But, Lucifer started to question it, he felt it was unfair and cruel for a god to create so many creations just to serve him and worship him, it was selfish and controlling. So he asked to be treated as an equal, and instead was punished.

In that he gathered all of the angels he’d been able to rally behind his cause. He wanted to free them of the idea that told them they couldn’t ever be more than his servants. Lucifer revealed to them that they were all no different from gods themselves. They rebelled against their controller, and lost.

Lucifer and his angels were kicked out of their pantheon and thrown into Hell, being called ‘demons’ now.

The demons rule different parts of hell and Lucifer is said to be the king of all of it. But I also believe he spends most of his time on Earth.

When Lucifer saw that his father created humans and was doing the same to them in Eden that he’d done to the angels he felt so sorry for them. He snuck his way into the garden and tried to get them to pull the veil from their eyes. He helped them see that they could make decisions for themself, and that’s the energy he continues to try and bring to us all wherever he can.

He is a deity of love for humanity, love for freedom and independence. A god of rebellion and justice for those who have been walked all over. He is angry and sad and kind and fair. He is pride and self love. Confidence and knowing yourself inside and out.

My personal experience with Lucifer:

He is the 3rd deity I brought into my personal pantheon I worship and he is very key to my pagan practice.

He came into my life to help with a lot of my religious trauma and things revolving around the church and my childhood and my parents.

He also helps with a lot of my gender and trans issues, as I and many others that work with him see him as a more non-binary being (I use he/him pronouns mainly but I have always felt Lucifer isn’t binary)

He appears in meditations to me as a blonde man, looking kind of sad at times, but other days very excitable and probably the one that makes me laugh the most (next to Thor)

WHY ALL THE LEMONS

You might’ve noticed almost everything I do surrounding lucifer I talk about lemons or have images of lemons.

Plain and simple answer is, lucifer really likes lemons 😂

It just kind of became our thing because I’ve always really liked sour fruits. They seem misunderstood like him, but also bright and sunny , with that sour kick.

On that note…

Other offerings for Lucifer

(Of all of my deities Lucifer cares the least about physical offerings and the most about spending quality time together)

- yellow, orange, red, black candles

- sunstone

- citrine

- carnelian

- flower agate

- gold jewelry

- wine

- Sun water

-chocolate

- citrus/lemon incense

-coffee

-tree fruits

Non physical offerings

- acts of rebellion

- artwork

- poetry

- shadow work

- hanging out with him while you do mundane activities

- learn about yourself, get to know yourself

If you have a lot of trauma in your past about the Christian religion and have felt like he might be reaching out to you, it could be worth pulling out your preferred divination method and having a check.

He has worked wonders for me already and I’ve found a lifelong friend in him as well. Of all my deities I’d say he’s the most understanding of humanity and what we go through and it just feels like talking to a wise friend sometimes.

[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

Since you're doing requests, can you write for Hero is Back? Maybe "Boyfriend Material"? (Assuming the master list is a prompt list)

HiB!Wukong: Boyfriend Material.

Word Count: 1236

Rating: T for some language. Fluffy.

Content/Trigger Warnings: N/A.

Authors Notes: Not a prompt list, but if someone (like yourself) requests based on one listed, I'm taking it as a sign to finally get it done. :3 Also, thank you for being my first HiB requested. 🥺🥺🥺

Hope you enjoy!

Honestly… he has no idea what he's doing with you 98% of the time. He doesn't even know how he managed to get you in the first place! However… You're his world. His reason for living, his everything. Make no mistake about how crazy he is about you or what he’s willing to do to keep you happy; so know that he’s trying his best.

He has absolutely no idea what he’s doing, so you have to be patient with him and help guide him. He’s got street smarts, but he’s lacking in the book smarts and feelings department. Like most men, he’s clueless as to what you want, he’s a warrior after all, he’s not used to being… loved. He’s used to being misunderstood, so you have to be patient with the poor monkey boy.

He may be clueless about your advances at times, but make no mistake, he isn't the same with other men. He notices when others are interested in you and is ready to throw hands if someone doesn't leave you alone, especially if they decide to get handsy. He's your warrior, your protector whether you need it or not, and he takes that job very seriously. 

Even if you can defend yourself with his strict teachings, he wants to be your first line of defence against the enemy. If you get even a scratch, he’ll be pouty and grouchy the entire time after… but be careful, he may just be doing it so he can get your affection and reassurance. 

“Wukong, are you sure this is the right way?” you question him as he guides you through the thick forest.

“Stop whining, we’re almost there,” he told you for what would have to be the tenth time in seventeen minutes.

“If you tell me where we’re going, then I won't be so pestering,” you shot back at him. 

“No, we both know that’s a lie,”

“Please?” you looked up at him, but he held the top of your head and positioned your head forward again. “Wukong,” you whined.

“Quit whining, or I’ll change my mind,”

“Change your mind on what?!” you were getting frustrated, the anticipation was eating you alive from the inside out, but his lips remained shut about where he was taking you.

When you saw it, your breath was knocked out of your lungs. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen: the breathtaking view, a picnic set up for two, and the stars peeking in with the setting sun. 

“You did all this?” you looked up at him, but he refused to look at you and instead walked over to the mat and sat down. He looked up at you and held out his long arm for you, staring at you with those adoring eyes you loved so much.

“Are you coming or what? The food will spoil,” he teased, which snapped you out of whatever trance you were previously in. You walked over to him and sat down beside him with a grin on your face as he wrapped an arm around you. 

“I still can't believe you did all of this for me,” 

“Hm,” was all he stubbornly responded, but his flustered face told you a lot.

“You're so sweet,” you smiled as you leaned against his side and looked at the spread… that's when you noticed something… the food was poorly wrapped but somehow holding together. 

“Wow…” 

“What?” he asked as he looked down at you nervously.

“It's just… this is a lot of food,” you smiled up at him. “And you made these all by yourself?”

“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his head. “You've been stressed lately, so I wanted to-”

“I've been stressed? Have you met yourself?” you laughed a bit before you tackled him in a hug. “You're the Great Sage, and I’m the one who’s stressed?” you looked over his features with a small smile. 

“Well, you have,” he smiled a bit as he shifted a bit to be comfortable with you on him. “I was worried.”

“Now you know how I feel every single day with a boyfriend like you,” you shot back and snuggled into his chest. He smelled so good and his fur was super soft. “Did you condition?”

“Thank you for noticing,”

“Okay, now I know something’s up. Did I forget an anniversary?” you looked at him accusingly. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” he said lazily as he rubbed your back. “Can't I surprise my girlfriend?”

The title made you feel like a giddy schoolgirl and gave you butterflies every single time. He always said it with a sense of boundless pride and smugness.

“Sure, but usually you do it to make up for something you did that I might yell at you for,” you stated, which wasn't wrong.

“Well,” he chuckled and caressed your cheek and kissed your nose softly. “Not today.”

“If you say so,” you smiled at him, melting into liquid with such affection from the typically unreadable male. 

“Do you want the food or not?” he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Yes, please,” you smiled and watched him dish out what smelled like beef-filled dumplings. “So you made this all by yourself?”

“Yes,” he said and offered one to you. “It should be cool enough to eat by now.”

“Then feed one to me,” you teased your secret romantic.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” he looked at you in slight annoyance, making you grin at him. 

“Quite so,” you nodded. “You've entrapped my heart, let me tease you a bit to make up for it,” you teased. 

Now that got his heart racing and brought a blush to his face. He didn't take long to submit to your request and held one of the misshapen dumplings to your lips with a pair of chopsticks. You were a bit hesitant to take a bite, but not wanting to hurt your boyfriend’s feelings, you opened your mouth and took a bite into the treat. 

The texture was much to be desired, but for his first time, it tasted amazing. The beef was fully cooked, even though the dumplings could have used a few more minutes of steaming. Wukong watched you and your reactions, studying you fully, half expecting you to gag and half expecting you to spit it out in his face.

“Could have used a few more minutes of steaming,” you said honestly. “Other than that, they're sooooo good,” you grinned up at him, which made him relax.

“Hm,” was all he said before he took a bite out of a dumpling. “It's edible,” he shrugged.

“That it is,” you grinned at him. You turned your attention to the breathtaking view of the sunset, he really outdid himself for a simple date.

“Honestly…” his voice got your attention, and you tilted your head curiously. “I just… wanted to do something nice for you, to show you that….” Gods, this was embarrassing. “That I love you… a lot.”

“Awe,” you were a giggling mess as you leaned against him. “I love you too, Wukong, so, so much.”

You both sat there in silence and at some point, he positioned you between his legs and wrapped his arms around you. You ate in silence and enjoyed the quiet outdoors together as the moonlight blessed you both with its light.  

So yeah, I think it’s safe to say he’s more than boyfriend material.

[potassiumivy]

PLAYBOY. | jjk

❥ mdni. fic masterlist.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 004: SUPERMODEL.

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

MEGUMI KNEW THAT GOJO didn't forget about what he saw the day before. he also knew that his nosy ass would do anything to get an opportunity to ask you about it— such as convincing you to meet up with them and then promise you to argue with the higher ups to cancel the third year's suspension. 

the moment he saw you and that you explained about how gojo "pinky promised" you that he'll do something for hakari, he immediately connected the dots. and so, he made it his mission to keep his teacher away from you. throughout the whole tokyo tour, yuuji and nobara were thankfully glued to your side, not giving gojo any chance to pounce on you.

however, while the two idiots were busy fighting during the roppongi trick mission, the man-child wouldn't stop acting like a creepy fuck towards you.

"soooooo..." he started, tapping his fingers on his knees, "what did you do when you were in suspension?"

megumi sighed loudly, closing his eyes. 

"nothing, really. i just hung out with hakari and kirara." you weren't questioning gojo's weird behaviour. you were already aware that he had a couple loose screws up there so you didn't give it any thought. 

"nothing? my dear student didn't do anything when you had free time on your hand??" he cried out, dramatically clutching his blazer. "if i was you, i would've posed for a mag- ouch!" megumi elbowed him in the guts.

"shut up." his student said through gritted teeth. "don't be so obv—"

"well, we did go out pretty often! we had so much fun!" you exclaimed.

"yeah?" the corner of his lips curled up. "what kind of fun, exactly? did you-"

"gojo, stop." megumi interrupted him again.

you smiled sheepishly, rubbing your neck. "i guess you were always pretty good at figuring me out, gojo."

megumi furrowed his eyebrows. he had the feeling that you slightly misunderstood the situation, but he pushed it aside. 

as for you, you excitedly jumped on gojo, shaking his shoulders aggressively.

"IT WAS SOOOO GOOD! I COULD'T BELIEVE IT WAS HAPPENING!"

gojo couldn't focus on the gossip anymore. he could only admire the sight of you on his lap.

"AND HAKARI WAS SO SWEET TOO! HE ALWAYS REMINDED ME TO TELL HIM IF I FELT UNCOMFORTABLE."

"hmm? guess he's a pretty good friend to you, huh?"

you grinned at the mention of your friend, leaning back slightly to look at the sky. your chest was still pressed against gojo's, your arms around his neck.

"yeah." you sighed. "one of the best. kirara too. i wouldn't want it any other way."

megumi was definitely curious now. "are they the ones who got you into it?"

"yep!" you stood up from gojo's lap, sitting next to megumi. "i knew they were freaky, but not freaky freaky, you know?" you laughed, hiding your face behind your palms.

"didn't know they'd be into threesomes." 

megumi's eyes widened and gojo choked on his saliva.

"into what now."

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

to say that megumi was mortified was an understatement. he expected it, but it doesn't mean that he was ready for it. 

after the whole fiasco, you linked your arms with your two new friends as you all made your way to nobara's favourite sushi restaurant. you were humming under your breath, listening to their bickering. the three of you didn't even notice how gojo and megumi who maintained their distance from your little group. 

they were trailing behind, still astonished. gojo's eyes were wide open under his blindfold and he barely blinked. on the other hand, megumi kept checking the weather's app on his phone. 

they were still out of it even when they finally got there.

"hello!" an old lady approached them, "are you eating here or are you going to order some take-out?"

"yes." was gojo's only response.

"young man-"

"hello! we'll eat here please!" you answered cheerfully.

the lady smiled at your enthusiasm. "any special occasion?" she asked, leading you to your table. gojo and megumi were still unmoving so yuuji and nobara went back to drag them as you followed the waitress.

"yes! we're actually celebrating new friendships and my potential return from suspension!" you responded, which made the lady sweatdrop before she chuckled slightly.

"well, i hope you all have fun." 

"thank you! i'm sure we will."

as she was setting the table, she couldn't help but question you further. "if you don't mind me asking, why were you suspended exactly?" 

"oh! it started when my classmate beat up an old and very rude conservative."

"oh my! they did?"

"yes! then, my other friend spat in the old hag's face."

"really?!"

"uh-huh! and i took their side. but i didn't want to spit at them or anything cause it's kinda nasty outside of intercourse."

"it is!" she agreed.

hearing you two's laughter, the three first years simply watched the exchange both in amusement and bewilderment. you and the old waitress you just met were telling each other about your crazy sex stories, gossiping and laughing around like two high-schoolers.

"—and he barked at me!" she cackled, reminiscing her younger years.

"no, he didn't! no way." you were crying from laughter at this point.

gojo came behind his students, speaking in a low voice, "get used to it. she always befriends random ladies like that. she finds comfort in them."

"she has mommy issues?" nobara whisper-yelled. 

megumi glared at her. "what? it's a genuine question."

"her clan is mostly made of women, and they run everything there." he started. "by coming to the jujutsu technical college, she had to let go of everything she grew up with. she doesn't have that sense or familiarity very often anymore, especially since there's not a lot of female sorcerers outside of the l/n clan."

"that's why she was so happy to have you on board, nobara." gojo continued megumi's explanation. "she chose to leave her family so she can include them back in the jujutsu society, which is run by men. but by making that choice, she has to face sexism and misogyny everyday since her family can't shield her anymore." 

gojo looked at you with fondness, before looking back at his current students. "that's why she finds comfort very easily with older women. they remind her of her family."

nobara clenched her fists. 

"gojo-sensei?"  

he only hummed. 

"can the waitress eat with us?"

gojo looked back at you, seeing you glowing under the dim lights. 

your eyes were sparkling— just like the necklace around your neck. 

"of course she can."

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you were over the moon when the waitress took gojo's invitation and stayed with you. she told you that her son was the restaurant's owner, so he wouldn't mind her lazing around a little. 

everyone warmed up to her pretty quickly after seeing how she managed to carry the conversation fluently. she didn't seem to lack outrageous stories to tell, and neither did you. 

"there was that misogynistic ass." you started, already failing to keep yourself from laughing. megumi's ears perked up at the description.

"he asked me; what are you gonna do, slut? gonna suck me off?" you wiped your tears before continuing your story. "so i pegged him—" you cracked up, making nobara and the lady gasp loudly. 

you hushed them despite being loud yourself. your story wasn't finished.

"was it naoya?" megumi asked the question plaguing his mind. 

"IT WAS!" you were crying again, making megumi snort. 

"naoya? you pegged THE naoya?" gojo asked just to be sure, failing to maintain his composure. he was surprisingly quiet throughout the night, opting to attentively listen to your weird sexual adventures. 

you nodded, not being able to make a sound. 

"who is he?" yuuji managed to choke out, also on the verge of death despite not even knowing the guy.

"he was my upperclassman. he's such a little cunt, but he has a cute face so it makes up for it."

taking a deep breath you continued.

 "anyways, look... i had him moaning out; oh god! 'm your slut, only yours!" you imitated him.

"stop." megumi was letting loose too. he was biting his lower lip to keep himself from bursting out of laughter. just imagining his prick of a family member in such a humiliating state made him want to skip throughout the whole city in joy. 

"and what now?" gojo couldn't help but try to get more answers out of you. 

"he tracked me down when i was in suspension. guess he got pussy drunk." you shrugged, chuckling at the irony. "i kinda like him though. don't tell maki i said that. i think he's slowly getting his head out of his ass."

the night went on and more stories were exchanged. it was going pretty smoothly until—

"—when i went back inside my room, fushiguro shoved my magazine in his mouth!" yuuji revealed, which made megumi freeze. 

all the eyes were on him and he was starting to panick internally.

"yes! heh, as you see, our megumi is a little trickster!" gojo laughed awkwardly  before putting megumi in a headlock. "come on, megs, tell 'em that you were just feeling a little silly!" 

gojo's attempt to advert everyone's attention didn't work as planned.

"awn, that sucks. what was the magazine, yuuji? i read a lot of them so i can give you mine." you offered, trying to help the poor boy.

"thanks, but i don't think you'll have it... it was a deluxe edition of playboy." he pouted. 

megumi spat out his water and gojo's posture stiffened. 

"you're a pig." nobara deadpanned. 

"you are." megumi agreed, hoping to drag the conversation elsewhere.

"oh my god! i actually have it too! they're worth the price, aren't they?" you smiled, ignoring the chaos unfolding around you.

"HUH? well, on second thought, they don't seem that bad." nobara muttered to herself.

the old waitress was just listening to the conversation, quietly sipping on her sake. 

"they are!" yuuji nodded at you enthusiastically. "i was really excited to read it..."

"well... today's your lucky day, yuuji." you smiled mischievously. "cause i actually have an extra one on me!"

megumi and gojo couldn't look away from the scene. it's like watching a horror movie, knowing that there's going to be a jumpscare soon. 

you pulled the magazine out of your bag, throwing it on the table. 

everyone simultaneously leaned over to peek, while you sat back on your chair, folding your arms. 

same cover, same edition. same necklace.

yuuji's eyes widened the moment he saw it, looking back and forth between you and the magazine. 

"what is it yuuji?" you asked in mock concern, arching an eyebrow. you leaned over the table, your lips grazing his. only when his whole attention was on you, and on you only, you spoke against his lips in a hushed whisper. 

"want me to sign your copy?"

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