#technically still have the final paper to do but i can't do my part yet since it's the conclusion so i gotta wait for my grp 😭

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christmas break FINALLY YEAH 🫶🏼

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❓Dano!Riddler Headcanons: Part 25 | 💚 Delivery Boy (Requested by Anonymous) 💚❓

Headcanon requests are technically still closed, but I made an exception for this 🖤

(This takes place during Before the Batman.)

(And... Why does the restaurant owner sound like Daniel Day-Lewis in "There Will Be Blood" in my head? Damnit-)

🟢 Edward begins his shift at Fumento's around 5PM, typically finishing no earlier than 2AM. He often stays a lot later to wash dishes and clean the kitchen for that little extra money, which he usually only receives it if the owner is feeling particularly generous or sympathetic. (Such pity in his eyes, looing at him like... He's just another pathetic c-cockroach scuttling around the kitchen-) Which almost never happens.

🟢 It's exhausting, utterly exhausting. But he needs the d-damned money. Education and bills won’t pay themselves. (He just wants to... Live. Live, and not have to suffer.)

🟢 He is wearing himself thin to survive, risking his life for a meagre existence. The things he has witnessed around Gotham since he started this job replay in his mind, over and over. (Oh. How he despises her, how he loathes Gotham. But, he... L-loves her, too.)

🟢 It’s yet another November night, a steady deluge of rain pouring down like the tears of a sacrificial angel, desperate to purify the streets.

🟢 Edward feels as though he is on the brink of death. He is simultaneously on fire - his muscles howling, his bones feeling as if they might splinter any minute - and intensely cold as the rain seeps through his jacket. He can't afford to fall ill now - no, no. He needs the money by December. He can't lose this job either. Tuition money, bills. Survival. -ENDUREENDUREENDURE-

🟢 "What are you waiting for, Ed? This is the last delivery of the night. Get a move on!" the restaurant owner barks, standing in the doorway with arms crossed. Glaring. "Come on, boy! It’s just around the goddamned corner." Edward's heart skips a beat as the owner tells him the address. (Oh n-no. You can't see him like this - but he needs to...)

🟢 Edward hesitates for a moment - several moments - before finally pressing your doorbell. He clutches the paper bag tightly, the scent inside making him feel nauseous while simultaneously reminding him that he hasn’t had anything other than coffee for the past two days.

🟢 Your heart shatters the instant you see him at your doorstep. He is soaked through, his hair plastered to his face, pale and trembling. "Edward? Oh goodness, what are you... ? Oh." You spot the paper bag. Gently, you take it from his hands and place it on the floor.

🟢 "I, um-" You pull him inside. He is so unsteady that he falls against you, mumbling apologies as you draw him closer. He would protest and try to pull away, but he is just so... Tired. So cold.

🟢 You want to say something, but a lump forms in your throat. In that very moment, all you can do is hold him. It pains you - your sense of powerlessness. The only thing you can offer is being a source of warmth. You don't quite realise that in his eyes-

🟢 You are enough.

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1 - Coming Back Home

Part 2

Eclipse of the Heart

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Opening the backside door of my truck eyeing the objects laying in the seat in front of me. Yanking the zipper of my duffel bag open I sighed seeing wooden stakes, wooden arrows and some vervain darts inside of it. The only double life I have ever known.

"You cock the barrel like this, point at the heart and shoot." My mother explained to me by cocking a handgun in her hands right in front of me.

My father was watching my younger sister Caroline at home allowing her time to take me down to the firing range and no one would question because she was the town Sheriff. "Why isn't Caroline learning this too, mom?"

"Because she's far too young for it, Jaid." She answered my question tucking some loose strands behind my ear that had come out of my ponytail.

I nodded understanding her response. "Do I have to do this?"

"It's the only way I know you'll be able to protect yourself when I can't always be there." She said back to me offering out the handgun in her hands for me to take from her.

Sucking in a breath I picked it up feeling the cold metal touching my fingers. Wrapping my fingers completely around the gun I aimed it at the target down the range. "One…two…three." I muttered to myself doing my best to keep my eyes open when I fired it off.

"That's fairly good for your first time." The target paper came up with a push of a button so we could both see the end result. My mother grasped a hand on my shoulder when I lowered the gun looking at her, the small smile gone in an instant. "Now do it again and again until you don't miss."

Slinging the duffel bag over my shoulder I closed the truck door and headed up to our front door. Walking upstairs to my old bedroom I knew I had a whole backseat to unpack but it didn't matter right now. I couldn't stay at college knowing that our mother had probably already been teaching my sister about the supernatural like she did me.

I loved my mother, don't get me wrong. But the day I turned sixteen she decided to tell me the truth about what the council was hiding from the rest of the town. The truth that vampires still existed.

Stuffing the bag in my closet I heard someone coming so I slipped a small stake underneath my pant leg and a heart necklace with some vervain inside hanging around my neck. Shrugging a red leather jacket on I hid the jewelry underneath my shirt before someone entered my bedroom. "Jaid-o-raid, I can't believe you're home!"

"Care Bear!" I squealed, spinning around on my feet seeing my sister standing in the doorway. We both ran over to one another and embraced in a tight yet warm hug after being apart for so long.

She finally broke the hug holding onto my forearms. "I can't believe you're home. Wait, did I miss family weekend so you came all this way to see me?"

"No you didn't miss anything. I just felt that I needed to be home. Plus I've missed you bunches." I shrugged my shoulders through part of a lie. She didn't know that I was terrified that our mother had already turned her into a hunter.

She grinned brightly at me. "Well I'm glad you're home. And since you are, you should come to the back to school bonfire tonight."

"I technically don't think I'm allowed since I'm not in high school anymore."

My younger sister slightly rolled her eyes. "That doesn't matter. You're my sister. Plus they'll be booze and hot guys there."

"Hmm fine. But only for a little bit." I caved and she giggled before we spent a few hours before it would get dark and then we went out to the bone fire.

But this didn't last long and we ended up at the Grill for drinks. Caroline and Bonnie were sitting at one of the tables and I was sitting up at the bar sipping on a Bourbon.

"Are you sober yet?" The Bennett girl asked her friend.

My sister put her face in her hands. "No…why didn't he go for me?"

"Can I get another drink please?" I waved the bartender over with my empty drink cup before he came over and took it from me. Resting my chin in the palm of my hand I eyed my sister who looked like she was about to cry again.

Bonnie pushed water across the table to her. "Keep drinking. I gotta get you home. I gotta get me home."

"Why didn't he go for me? You know, how come the guys that I want never want me?" Caroline laid her head down on the table having a pity party over the new guy Stefan Salvatore choosing one of her best friends over her.

Bonnie held her hands up in surrender. "I'm not touching that."

"I'm inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing. And... Elena always says the right thing. She doesn't even try! And he just picks her. And she's always the one that everyone picks, for everything. And I try so hard, and... I'm never the one." My sister runs her fingers through her blonde hair.

Bonnie sighed at her. "It's not a competition, Caroline."

Caroline sniffed through some tears "Yeah, it is."

"Keep the change." I put some cash on the bar top, finishing the second Bourbon that I had ordered and going over to my sister. Touching my sister's arm I tugged her up from the chair. "Hey, we should be getting home. Bonnie, can you take her home? I'll follow behind you and try to sober her up before our mom gets back."

She nodded, holding onto her friends arm walking out of the bar. "Sure."

Heading out the door the wind blew my hair in front of my eyes. I could feel someone was standing behind me where I reached inside of my jacket drawing out a smaller stake spinning around on my boots. "Back off, buddy." I snapped at the guy who had bright blue eyes and black hair from the looks of it under the light of the moon.

"Hmm you're the first human I've come across who was smarter enough to be armed." They guy smirked down at me shoving me against my truck passenger door.

I nearly dropped the wooden stake on the concrete staring into his eyes. "I'm not a typical human. I know what the hell you are."

"Then say it if you're not afraid." He teased me.

"Vampire." I muttered back to him.

He revealed his fangs and I saw black veins appearing underneath his eyes. "Too bad I'm going to kill you now." He bent his head to the side, fangs fully extended out now getting closer to my neck until I knee him in the crotch.

The vampire groaned and fell down on his knees giving me the opportunity to bolt and run away from him towards Bonnie's car but I couldn't find it meaning she must've already left. "Shit!"

"Shit is right, bitch." The guy forced himself to his feet causing me to spin on my toes to face him. I reached down towards the other stake in my boot but he sped towards me, throwing me down onto the parking lot ground.

I grunted squirming under his hands but he was much stronger than I was. He moved one hand underneath the back of my shirt, finding the sleep dart I had tucked away in there. "I think that's enough fight you for a while." His grip loosened as my eyes got heavy and I passed out on the concrete.

Blinking my eyes open I groaned, twisting my neck feeling sore from whatever I had been injected with. Beginning to look around the room all I could see was mostly darkness except for the dime light in the corner of the room. "You've got to be kidding me...urgh!" I attempted to get up off the stone floor but I got yanked down where I winced.

My wrists were bound to the ground with metal chains keeping me trapped. Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs where I whipped my head around before a large metal door creaked open. "I would've thought you would have been an easier grab."

"Typically when someone gets abducted they do fight back. Now who the hell are you!"

The figure kept walking until they reached me. The first thing I noticed about him was his bright blue eyes. "Well don't worry in a few minutes you won't remember how we met."

"You can't compel me. I have vervain - where's my necklace!" I gasped looking down to see it wasn't around my neck anymore.

He lifted his hand to tilt my chin up. "I already figured that out. Now I noticed that you're hanging around with that other blonde. Who is she?"

"My sister. We're the sheriff's daughters." I answered his question when his eyes dilated and I cursed in my head that he had just compelled me.

He clicked his tongue, introducing himself. "I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore. Nice to meet you, hunter Forbes."

"I didn't ask for your name but thanks." I sarcastically remarked attempting to once again break free from the handcuffs. "Now if you're gonna kill me get on with it."

Damon moved one hand to the side of my face while his Raven black hair slightly fell in front of his eyes. "Oh I do plan on killing you. But not until you help me with something first."

"I'll never help you, vampire!" I bared my teeth snarling at him.

Damon held my face in his hands compelling me for the second time where I parted my mouth opened having no choice but to listen to him. "You'll want to help me. You'll not hate me. You will find me attractive and have me be your boyfriend." He released my face where I lowered my gaze to the stone floor beginning to feel something different going on about myself.

[saltsicklover]

Pen Pal - Fan Mail Pt. 2

Title: Pen Pal - Fan Mail Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2500

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Self Loathing.

-- I am writing a part 3 for this so it is to be continued. I hope you enjoy! --

Disclaimer: I do not own Bucky Barnes, or anything related to Marvel within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

When Bucky finally decides he is going to write to his new pen pal, he is knee deep in weeds outside of a long condemned government facility on the outskirts of a fly over town. The tall grass sways around him, the new blooms of flowers catching in the zippers of his tactical pants as he hurries around the property. He can't find it in himself to care about the lights from a helicopter swirling above him, a spotlight directly focused on the building. 

Sam says something over their headset, the coms link crackling with static the closer Bucky gets to the electric fence that holds him securely on the outside of the property. Maybe he was supposed to answer, radio in his location and update on the fact that the fence is indeed live and getting in would be a problem, but all he can think about is how he is going to start that damn letter. 

Is 'hello' too simple? Maybe he should start off with an introduction, right? Like when you meet someone for the first time and you shake hands and give them your name... But they already know who he is, or they at least know enough to have sought him out, so he doesn't technically need to introduce himself. 

He continues to trudge through the thick growth of weeds and flowers around the fence, mumbling to himself as he walks. Just as a thought appears in his head, he sinks ankle deep into sludgy water; dark brown and ice cold, the water seeps into his boot. He curses under his breath, the thought leaving him as quick as it came. The whole incident earns a hearty laugh from Sam, who comes flying his direction, wings spread to the sky like Icarus before the fall. 

Bucky finally gets to sit down two days later to pen out his response; his boots are abandoned in the entryway of his small quarters, one still drying out. He sits at the lonely kitchen table, the warm yellow light from the fixture above him lights the room in a way he doesn't particularly care for, but he decides to sit there anyway. 

There is a fresh legal pad in front of him, the stark yellow of the paper causing a bit of anxiety to churn within his chest. Bucky plays with his pen, twirling it between his fingers, the cap hanging loosely from his lips- he knows better than to chew on it, he really does, yet the first place the cap went when it came off of the pen was straight into his mouth. Maybe it will help with his anxiety, give him something to focus on. At least, that's what he repeats to himself.

"How hard could writing a letter be?" He asks the air around him, leaning in close to the legal pad. He traces over the printed lines with careful eyes, like he is trying to make the words appear without touching pen to paper. "Hell, I was born in 1917, I fought the goddamn Nazis. I can do this." 

"Dear Pen Pal"- He scratches that out. Not good enough, he deems it. 

"Good Morning," - What if it's not morning when they get this? He draws a line through.

"To whom it may concern," - What is this, a fucking death announcement. He scribbles that one out too, with big loopy circles. 

He tears the first page off of the pad, crumpling it up between his hands into a tight little ball. This may be harder than he thought. He gets up from his seat, leaving his legal pad behind. He will come back to it, to this, he promises himself. 

The following night, Steve and Sam drag him out of his quarters for drinks and a few rounds of pool at the local bar. Steve knows better than anyone that drinking is a waste of time now and the money is being wasted on tabs that add up faster than he can blink, but Bucky goes anyway. 

"So, are we going to talk about it, or are we still not talkin' about it?" Sam questions Bucky and Steve, looking over his pint glass at the men setting up the pool table. 

"Dude, seriously?" Bucky hits Steve on the back of the head, palm open and firm. Steve pushed Buck back on the shoulder, more playful than revenge ridden. 

"So we aren't talkin' about it, I see now," Sam sets his glass down on the table. Bucky can't help but focus in on the precipitation that runs down the side of the glass, it's easier than looking Sam in the eye. Steve opens their pool game, the cue ball hitting the arrangement of balls with a sickening crack, dragging Bucky away from his thoughts. 

"I think we should talk about it," Steve's candor slides off his tongue easily and Bucky's skin goes slick with sweat at the words. 

But they don't talk about it, instead the conversation drifts over to Sam and his family. The boat and his sister's constant worry about him, even though he swears she worries more about than damn boat than she does about herself. 

Sam tries to pry into Steve's love life. With his history with the Carter women, things have become rocky and tense in that department; the conversation between friends seems to be even more tense than the situation itself. Bucky and Sam remedy that by knocking back a few more drinks. 

As the night goes on, Steve seems to loosen up, his muscles relaxing making his overall figure seem to droop a bit at the shoulders. Sweat glistens on his brow, a product of the hot and stuffy bar they have been in for hours. Bucky lost interest in pool a long time ago, and darts were no better. 

Now, he is belly up to the bar, sitting in a chair that wobbles back and fourth on the uneven floor as he moves his weight. He is nursing a whiskey sour, a drink that doesn't offer much but burn and he likes it that way-  the burning feeling. It helps him think- feel something other than the self pity that seems to swallow him up, slipping down the throat of the monster that is depraved malignity. 

His attempts to wallow over his own lack of response to his new pen pal are accidentally thwarted by a drunk Sam who stumbles up to him, grabbing his shoulder with a bit too much gusto for Bucky's current mood. 

"Hey Bucky Buddy!" Sam sings, his words swimming with alcohol and scheme. Bucky just rolls him eyes, swiveling to look Sam in the eye. "You know, you need-" Sam's words are interrupted with a hiccup, "You need a plan, tha's wha' you need," Bucky tries to ignore the drunken babbles of his friend, but curiosity gets the better of him. 

"And what plan do you think I need?" Buck questions his friend, who is now pulled up in a chair next to him, a couple of napkins clutched in his hand. Bucky's stomach twists a bit but he watches as Sam leans over the bar, fishing for something out of his line of sight. 

"What the hell are you two up to?" Steve inquires, grabbing both men by the shoulder. Sam mutters out something as he sits back down, a pen in one hand, the crumpled napkins in the other. Bucky only manages a shrug. 

"We are making a plan!" Sam exclaims, writing the word "PLAN" in large, capitol letters on the top of the napkin. He accents it with a squiggly line underneath, grinning like he is hatching a plan to take down mortal enemies instead of helping Bucky write a letter. 

"So, what do you have so far?" Sam asks, looking at Bucky with too much confidence. Bucky just takes a long drink of his whiskey. "Nothing? Seriously!" Steve can only laugh at the display in front of him, his two best friends hunched over a napkin. 

"Why don't we start with a greeting?" Steve suggests. Sam lights up at the idea, and Bucky can't find it in him to disagree. 

"How about "Hello Beautiful?"" Sam throws out, writing it shakily on the napkin. Bucky rips the pen from Sam's hand, quickly writing a dark line through the words. 

"Too forward." He grumbles, adding another bullet point. 

"How about, "Hello, thank you for writing to me"?" Steve asks the group, and the men nod in agreement. Bucky scribbles that down. 

The men begin to pile a list together of all of the potential things to say to Bucky's new pen pal. They take turns writing, mostly banning Sam from adding his drunken thoughts to the list. They write down everything from things Bucky enjoys and how he spends his day to day, to funny stories from the 40's. They write down questions for him to include, each of them wondering who could be on the other side of the paper, writing to Bucky, pouring their heart out to a complete stranger. 

An hour passes and they have filled up three napkins, front and back, with details for Bucky to include. Sam is still drunk, leaning on Steve, both men wearing a wide, goofy grin. The men break for the night, the tab being paid by Steve who hands his card to the bartender without even checking with his friends. 

They wander out of the bar, Sam and Steve clinging to one another, both hell bent of keeping each other from meeting the pavement. Bucky can't help the laugh that bubbles up his throat at the sight before him and the way Steve holds Sam tight around the waist, the other man's arm slung loosely over Steve's neck. 

It reminds him of how he used to carry Steve home from his back alley brawls with men twice his size. Crimson always poured from his nose and the spaces between his too white teeth. The sight always made Bucky nauseous, but he could never let Steve know that, he would never live it down . Maybe it was the blood, or maybe it was seeing Steve strung out from one too many full force punches to the jaw, the cheek, the eye. 

Bucky trails behind Steve and Sam, watching them bumble down the darkened street towards the tower. He thinks about asking if they should catch a cab. He almost asks Steve if he needs help; but, instead, Bucky stops under a lamp post, the orange glow from above illuminating the ink stained napkins he pulls from the pocket of his jacket. He flips them over, fitting the smallest letters he can muster in any blank space he can find with the pen they definitely stole from the bar. 

Bucky writes a note about how Sam clung to the epaulette of Steve's jacket as he fought with his own feet to stay upright. He adds a tidbit about Steve and the way he used to laugh so hard it would send him into asthma induced coughing fits. Bucky desperately wants to tell his pen pal about how Steve was the one who would push every limit and would drag Buck with him, because most people think it's the other way around. He doesn't hold back the laugh that falls from his lips at the memory. He can still hear Steve's choked voice on the wind as they run from a fight that Steve was sure he was going to win- Bucky knew better but never told Steve otherwise. 

Bucky wants to tell them about Sam, and the way he welcomed him into his family, even after everything he has done. He wants to write about Natasha and Clint, hell he wants to write about everyone, but he worries that the moment he starts he is going to be at a loss for words. Excitement thrums through him at the thought of sharing his world with someone else, someone new. 

The moment Bucky makes it home, he sits himself down at his kitchen table again, the yellow legal pad still staring back at him. He pulls his notes out, looking them over before he grabs a pen. He has never been more thankful to have been pulled out to a bar before, and he doubts he ever will. 

"Hello. I want to start by saying thank you for writing to me. If I am being honest, your letter is the first I have ever gotten that wasn't some sort of empty threat. So, thank you for that. I do apologize for taking so long to write back. I have been away with work a lot recently, and I really didn't know what to say to you. 

Your first letter caught me by surprise, both the arrival and the contents. I am pleased to hear that you are well now. 

My friends, Steve and Sam, helped me write a list of all the things I have to write to you about. I guess you can say I have been worried about what I might include in a letter like this, but I am up for the challenge, so to say. 

If you are still willing, I would quite like to write to you. 

Your Pen Pal, Bucky Barnes."

Bucky looks over the letter he has scrawled out on the page. It takes up about a quarter of it, his hand writing somewhere between neat and boyish. He takes his pen and goes over a few letters, making them dark and clear. He reads and rereads it, a hand unconsciously coming up to to press against his chest, over the pocket where he keeps the letters he was written.

He worries that the words he has written won't be enough and that it's too late for him to send such a small letter. He worries that his handwriting is too messy compared to what he received and that they won't be able to read it, even though it is perfectly legible. He tried to dissipate some of the building nerves by running his hands over his jeans, then through his hair and over his beard. His hands move as his eyes scan the letter again. 

It will have to do, he finally decides and folds it up and stuffs it in an envelope so he doesn't have to look at it any longer. He seals it with a quick lick to the back of the envelope, the paper cutting the tip of his tongue. He swears a bit as he presses the fold shut flat. Once it is addressed, he presses an American Flag  Forever Stamp to the corner. He has never considered himself a sentimental guy, but those are the same stamps his Ma bought, so those are the ones he buys too. He runs a fingertip over the name and address of the front as the excitement and anxiety battle in his stomach for dominance. Maybe his pen pal will write back, maybe, maybe, maybe. 

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Tagged by @kinardsevan. Honestly, I've ended up deleting a lot of my older stuff, and when I moved over from LJ/deleted my LJ (yes, I started on Live Journal) to ao3, I didn't transfer everything over. I actually started writing prior to my first entry on ao3.

I said all that to say that I know for a fact that my oldest thing on there isn't actually the first thing I've ever written for fandom, but that one's been lost to time. (Technically the first thing I ever wrote was an attempt to make my own type of 'X Files' story on pen and paper, but it just ended up being almost word for word the pilot episode with all the names changed.)

I started writing for hockey rpf, and until about 5 months ago, that's was what I wrote exclusively. And then, well, y'all know what happened.

Never So Lonely, New York Rangers, Henrik Lundqvist/Brad Richards. 01/05/2013.

You've lost track of how long you've been lying awake, staring at the pristine white ceiling, watching as the brush of sunlight paints orange-red streaks across it's canvas. As many times as you've been here, been in his bed, each time still leaves you breathless and wanting more. Every time the phone rings, or the text chirps, you're shocked that it's him, but you're not about to deny him of what he wants, even when you can't believe that what he wants is you.

Part of you wants to turn to him, to watch as he sleeps, but there's another part of you that is absolutely certain that once you do, you'll find no one there. The quiet rise and fall of his breathing serves as a soundtrack to everything you want, and everything you fear. You want to hold onto the memory of his lips pressed to yours, you fear that it's a privilege you'll never have again. You want to relive the moment he called your name into the darkness, but you fear that if you do, you'll become addicted to his very existence. You can still feel where his lips brushed over your skin, still taste him on your tongue, still hear his breathy whispers.

What you remember most, though, is the bright blue of his eyes, crystal clear and intense as he shuddered his release above you. The deep blue ocean of his eyes haunt your thoughts, and they're all you see, long after you've left his presence. You know you'd gladly spend the rest of your life doing anything and everything possible, just to see those eyes staring back at you.

Every time you're here, you swear it'll be your last, not because you want it to be, but because you're absolutely sure he'll come to his senses before there is even a slight chance of a next time. Yet, you keep finding yourself here, staring at the ceiling and wondering how long he'll continue to allow you to be in his world.

You hear the faint rustle of linen, and feel the bed shift besides you. Your heart races, is he finally going to realize what you've known all along; that you don't belong here?

His fingers ghost over your sensitive skin as he slips his arm around your waist, and burrows his face in the crook of your neck. You tremble as he whispers against your skin, his voice drenched with sleep, but oh, so perfect.

And now, I have this fic that's just been...kind of marinating. I add to it when something pops into my head, but right now it's almost entirely 1.3k words of pure dialogue. I really, really want to be able to finish this one, but it isn't proving as easy as I would like. It's a BuckTommy first time fic, There's a Few Things We Have to Burn.

Buck never knew that sleeping with someone without actually "sleeping with" them could be so…nice. He loves the feeling of Tommy pressed to his back, arm draped over his waist and chin resting on his shoulder. If he were extra lucky, there would even be a few moments of a leg lazily thrown over his before Tommy shifted in his sleep.

The air is still and silent, but not in the uneasy way he's become accustomed to. It's comfortable, wrapping around him like a warm blanket, and the gentle sounds of Tommy lightly snoring next to him are almost enough to lull him back to sleep…if it weren't for his ever churning thoughts.

This was great, but there's a need coursing through Buck's veins. The need to feel Tommy in ways he never had before.

After he had all but dragged Tommy half asleep out of a hospital chair, he had driven him back to Harbor to change and take what was probably the quickest shower known to mankind as he waited in the jeep. Tommy begged him to come in, but the weather was nice, the setting sun giving him the perfect view, and allowing him a few minutes alone to quiet his thoughts.

The smell of smoke no longer clung to Tommy's skin, but his presence was just as warm.

Imma tag @blueabsinthe18 and anyone else that wants to participate! Thank you! 💜💜💜

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You're Awful, I Love You: Part 48

Cannibalism content warning again, as well as some blood play, but in this fandom, I guess drinking blood isn't really content warning material? Still, it is there. Enver Gortash/ Trans Male Tiefling Durge

Despite Enver's protests that Sentry ought to stay in a proper home and rest for the final month or so, that nagging loyalty to father still wore on him, and Sentry returned home after only a few days. He had a painting to complete after all, and he wanted to do it while the fond memory of the last night he'd spent in Enver's home was fresh in his mind. His love had laid blindfolded and gagged on the banquet table in the dining hall, the servants dismissed for the evening. He was stripped fully naked, wrists bound above his head, legs bound as well. Sentry stroked his hair gently, kissing his forehead softly, eyes dancing over the various implements laid out. “It's not our time yet, so my greatest desire will have to wait...but that doesn't mean it can't be represented symbolically...I'm an artist, after all...” The tiefling murmured, reaching down to slowly pick up an extremely sharp knife, the kind one might use to filet a fish. He gazed at the knife and then turned his eyes fondly to Enver's soft, quivering flesh. “Don't worry, my love, I'll heal any damage.” The knife sank into his thigh, cleanly extricating a sizeable chunk of flesh. Sentry marveled at the wound, heartbeat quickening, pupils dilating. His soft tongue ran over the bleeding hole like a cat cleaning its kitten, his body shuddering with pleasure at every squirm and muffled whimper. He laid the meat on a plate, blood staining the white porcelain, and set the knife down, slowly pressing his hands to the wound, radiant light pulsing through them, warmth spreading through the gaping injury as the flesh knit itself back into place, veins reconnecting, blood replenishing.

“A well earned rest, just for a moment.” Sentry grinned as he sat down in front of the blood splattered plate and began to delicately cut the raw, red meat into pieces, savoring them little by little, a small moan escaping his lips as blood trickled down his chin. “You taste exquisite, by the way...I mean, I knew you would...but everything I'd tasted so far was just a sample...” The Bhaalspawn finished his meal and slowly rose to his feet, walking around to stand near his lover's head, slowly reaching down to remove the gag, which was soaked in saliva by now. He pulled it away and pressed a kiss to his lover's lips, tongue sliding into his mouth. “Your healing work is flawless, my dear Executioner.” Enver panted against Sentry's lips as the tiefling pulled away. “You're safe with me, you can always be assured of that.” Sentry replied. “And of course, as we're equals in all things, it's only fair you taste me as well...” He took a smaller knife and ran it across the palm of his hand, blood blossoming under the blade. He held it to his lover's lips, allowing the red liquid to drip into his open mouth. Enver gently lapped at Sentry's wounded hand, blood staining his mouth and dribbling down his chin in red rivulets as Sentry reached up with his free hand to untie the Tyrant's wrists.

The memory filled Sentry with warmth and sent a wave of pleasure through him as he slowly made his way to the temple. He was greeted, as always, by the gnolls, who nuzzled against him and licked at his face and neck, welcoming the leader of their pack home. Fel hurried to his side, bowing and scraping. “My bloodied master, have you seen the papers? It seems the reviews are in and we are the talk of the town! Well, so to speak...this 'Absolute' technically is, but even so, it is our performance that's got them talking! Murders most foul, such delicious mutilations!” Fel held up a copy of the most recent Baldur's Mouth Gazette. “It's true, Fel. I'm pretty proud of everyone. In fact, let's have a good old fashioned family meeting, get all the siblings in here.” Sentry grinned as he crossed to the sitting area, reclining on an old chair and leaning back. “At once, your grotesque grace!” Fel nodded, hurrying off to find the others.

In a short while, Tomi entered dressed in a simple flowing white dress splattered in crimson, her hair loose and cascading to the middle of her back in a waterfall of shadow. She sat on a simple bench in front of her cracked mirror as always. Jackal was next to arrive, the scars and stitching from his impromptu resurrection all visible as he wore only a simple pair of green breeches and hunting boots, sitting down on a shredded chaise and folding his arms across his chest. Gabraela entered silently as a shadow in her usual dark armor, standing in the corner and regarding the others with a quiet malevolence. Her head was lowered, her eyes cast downward, her tail occasionally flicking back and forth. Orin was the last to arrive, dressed in simple Bhaalist robes, her long braid swaying as she walked. She sat cross legged on the floor, arms resting on her knees as she looked up at Sentry, her expression was an odd one, one the tiefling didn't catch. “Siblings,” Sentry began, rising to his feet with effort. “I cannot begin to tell you how proud I am of the work we have done in Father's name, we've been...oh, what's the word? Pivotal! Yeah, that's the one. Pivotal! In this little collaboration. Where would the Banites be without the chaos we're causing? I mean, it would be pretty hard to get these city folk to bend the knee if they weren't pissing themselves with fear and jumping at shadows, yeah?” He chuckled. “And these Myrkulites, they'd be pretty strapped for corpses if we weren't in the business of making them, wouldn't they? And might I just add that business is booming.” He clapped his hands together with enthusiasm. Tomi clapped her hands politely and Gabraela nodded her head. Jackal simply sighed and rolled his eyes. Orin watched intently, like a hawk observing a field mouse.

“Also, credit where credit is due...” Sentry crossed the room to Orin. “Littlest sister, you've really taken our constructive criticism to heart.” Sentry grinned, reaching down to pat her shoulder. “Listen, from one artist to another, I know how it feels to have your work called to question, I do.” He gave her a look of almost exaggerated sympathy. “But I think you see now that what was said has only benefited you, only encouraged you to grow. Your murders have come such a long way in just a few months and you know that your big brother rewards effort.” Orin looked up at him, perplexed, eyes narrowed. “You speak in spinning circles, slaughter-kin. What are you saying?” She asked. But deep inside, there was a small spark of hope, of the brother she remembered painting with. Her hands moved slowly to the stilettos she had never fully discarded. “What I'm saying, baby blood-kin, is I want you at my side when we go to fully put this plan into action. It's going to be you and me at Moonrise in just a few months time, representing Father and his interests. You are talented, Orin. You just needed a little help along the way.” Sentry grinned.

Orin tensed slightly. Father's voice said brother Sentry was compromised, had polluted the bloodline. Grandfather said sister Vereena was an upjumped breeder masquerading as Chosen. But brother Sentry was standing here, recognizing Orin's efforts. Yes, he had been harsh, yes Orin still felt anger at what he had said to her, but now...now she could stand by his side, it could be the way it was. Maybe that Banite truly couldn't come between family...Confusion wracked her mind and for once, she was silent. Simply nodding softly.

[mxesntity]

'Who would've guessed we'd end up like this?' || Sun/Moon x Reader

I'M USED TO AO3 NOTES BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE HERE BEFORE YA'LL GO OFF TO READ RAAAH

this is the first time i'm posting an actual fic on tumblr, but for now, it's only a oneshot, although i'd love to make a longer version! i'm only posting this here first to see if anyone would be interested in it! if that's the case, i'd totally continue it on ao3 ^^ anyways, enjoy!

sfw, he/him for reader, no glitchtrap au

"I'm 19... do I really have to go?"

You looked up at the big, colorful painting above the red doors which said "Superstar Daycare Pick-Up"

"It's just for an hour, sweetheart, and you know how much your sister wants to see it!"

You sighed, thinking that the hour spent in a daycare with kids no older than 10 years old could be spent in a much better in a place than this. You didn't even get the chance to see the Glamrocks face-to-face yet!

"It's the closest attraction, let's get it done first and we'll go check out all the other places after, hm?"

As much as you still weren't into the idea, you didn't have the heart to say no to your dad. An hour can't last that long, right?

You opened the previously mentioned red doors, admiring how beautiful the hallway looked. Wow, they really put effort into everything. There was a big fountain in the middle of it, the colorful lights were slightly dimmed here, and the starry ceiling gave it all an even nicer touch.

The silly daycare music started hitting your ears better the more you were moving through the hallway. It was the one part of the Pizzaplex that seemed to have less people in it compared to the others, but it made sense. There were plenty of things to see, and the main focus was always on the Glamrocks, that's what people came here for. Technically, you did too.

But you'd lie if you said Fazbear Ent. didn't put an amazing job into the daycare animatronics, too. You haven't seen them for yourself just yet, but the countless posters already showed you enough. You appreciated the celestial designs, it was a fun concept for sure.

Your dad checked you two in, although you didn't really need it, seeing as you were an adult. You were there to simply keep an eye on your sister while your dad went to get some gifts for you from the shop that was just next to the big, wooden door.

Right, you forgot to mention it, did you? It was your birthday!

The very reason you were here today, was to celebrate your birthday. That's exactly why you also warned your dad not too see too many attractions around the Pizzaplex on his own while you were occupied, as you wanted to experience it together.

It was a dream come true, really. It didn't matter what ages did this place focus on, it didn't matter that you were grown by now - you always wanted to come here, and your 19th birthday finally gave you a chance.

Such fun attractions come with big prices, obviously. Your dad couldn't really afford it before, trying to tie the ends together, and you understood. You waited patiently, even got a job once you could to save up for the trip! And finally, here it was.

"Well, we're here. You two have fun! I'll go pick out the first few gifts for you."

"Being here is a gift itself, dad. Don't waste too much, I have money of my own, too."

At that, he only swatted you and your sister away with a smile, seeming to not pay too much attention to your words. You sighed playfully, watching him get away in the small crowd. Your dad was a good man, you appreciated him for all the times he put you and your sibling first, even despite how harshly life has treated him.

"You ready?"

You looked down at your sister, and seeing her nod excitedly, you got a bit more enthusiastic, too. You pushed the wooden door, your eyes hit with all the bright, random colors and especially the neons on the walls and the ceiling.

There were maybe three kids sitting at a small table next to one of the play structures, lost in their little world of scribbling on paper and drawing whatever little kids usually draw. But so far, no sign of the animatronics.

Well... until.

"NEW FRIENDS! HELLO, HELLO!"

You jumped at the sudden loud voice so close to you, and soon enough, you saw the source of it, right in front of you.

A tall animatronic with the design and color palette resembling the sun, with a wide smile from one cheek to another, and bright blue eyes.

Very, very tall.

Your sister reacted faster than you, clapping and giggling upon seeing him. Seems like she found her favourite.

"Oh my... uhm, hello."

You placed your hand on your chest, calming your heartbeat down. You'd lie if you said it wasn't extremely easy to spook you.

Once the animatronic saw how excited your little sister was upon seeing him, he grabbed her so high that she was now facing him. She loved it, and immediately reached out to grab the sunrays sticking to his faceplate.

"Oh, Laurey, no! You might damage him!"

You were prone to overreacting. But most of all, you really didn't want your family to suffer from any... accidental damage any of you might cause to Fazbear Ent. and their star attractions. You knew nothing about how they actually worked, so even if this bot is made for kids, maybe some of his parts are more fragile than the others?

But the animatronic didn't seem to care. In fact, he started giggling right back at your sister, acting like he's being tickled.

"My friend, that's no issue at all! I absolutely LOVE kiddos who are curious about my design! So, your name's Laurey, little star? How beautiful!"

Okay, you could see just how well he was programmed. The wording he used, the tone, it was perfect for kids, and left a teeny tiny effect on you too. It was definitely admirable.

"I'm so so SO happy to welcome two new friends into our little daycare! What's your name?"

His eyes were on you now, still smiling as widely as ever. It looked like he could change his expressions freely, but he didn't lose the smile once.

"Oh, me? I'm Y/N, I'm just here to keep an eye on Laurey. But, uh, I'm happy to meet you too!"

His eyes lit up at your words, grabbing your wrist softly with his free hand, and leading you both further into the daycare.

"I'm SO excited! We'll have tons of fun! We have all kinds of toys here, and we constantly make up new games to play! Oh, oh, and I just LOVE arts and crafts with the littles, especially with glitter glue and googly eyes! We also do puppet shows!"

His mouth didn't close for a long time. Normally, you'd be annoyed, but something about his voice, as jumpy and loud as it was, comforted you.

"Hey there, my little stars! Please welcome our new friends!"

The three kids who were still sitting at the table turned your eyes to you all, Sun's excitement clearly rubbing off on them. They immediately stood up and welcomed you and your sister, especially her. Once Sun put her down, she seemed to fit right in, and they seemed like kids who were sweet enough not to do anything hurtful in case you turned your head away for once.

The animatronic observed them with a proud smile before turning to you. "I've actually never had a guest this big before! You're a special one!"

You perked up at his words, not able to hide that being called special made you happy, even if it came from a robot. It was always nice to be appreciated regardless.

"Ah, yeah, I can imagine... my sister really wanted to come here once we arrived. It's actually my birthday today, but-"

"YOUR BIRTHDAY?!"

Your eyes widened once Sun's voice got 3 times louder. He seemed shocked, but excited as well.

"My oh my, why did you not say so right away?! That's a serious celebration! I have to make this occasion meaningful, unforgettable! Yes, yes, right away!"

You tried to stop him, saying that it's not that big of a deal, not being used to someone being so into celebrating your birthday besides your closest family, but he insisted.

"Kiddos!"

He called on the children, who immediately turned their eyes to him.

"I'll need to talk with y'all privately! No Y/N's allowed for now!"

You chuckled, assuming that this "private talk" was regarding the surprise he wants to give you. Seeing as there was no stopping Sun's plans, you decided to play along, trying to spy on their conversation a little bit, quickly getting swatted away by Sun. It was quite endearing. You definitely weren't disappointed by coming here anymore, and not even 10 minutes passed yet.

Being an ex-theatre kid payed off with how well you could pull off dramatic and over exaggerated reactions for the kids and Sun's enjoyment. You acted deeply hurt by the fact that they wouldn't fill you in on their little conversation, and with a very big, sad expression, you went to drown yourself in the ball pit. You heard the others giggling, and you quickly realized just how fun this short stay can be.

"Yes, yes, that's a brilliant idea! Let's get to work, my little stars!"

You peeked out of the ball pit when the kids started running around, looking like they were on a search for specific things Sun told them to find. But before you could see what they were looking for, someone's figure blocked your view.

"Nuh-uh, no peeking! That's against the rules! You're not a rule breaker, are you?"

You chuckled, looking up at the animatronic. His height did make your neck cramp, though.

"You don't have to do all this for me, y'know. I mean, I appreciate it, but I don't think it's really worth..."

He didn't let you finish your sentence, and soon enough, he picked you up like a cat.

"OF COURSE it's worth it! It doesn't matter if you're an old friend, a new friend, or for how much you'll be staying here! Every single one of my friends deserves a fitting birthday present! Birthdays are SO important!"

Even if you wanted to, you couldn't stop smiling. It seemed to make Sun happy - as expected from a daycare bot, making his guests have a great time in his little lane was the main objective.

"I'm gonna need you to stay somewhere you can't see our progress, friend! It's a surprise for a reason!"

You tried persuading him into staying, but no could do. That's how you found yourself on one of the castle towers in the ball pit, with a bunch of toys and plushies around you. It's not like any of these really interested you, you weren't a child, but once again, you decided to play into it, getting a playful warning from Sun earlier that even one peek will put you in a time-out.

You'd lie if you said you didn't find that huge sun-themed bot adorable. Fazbear Ent. was good at making people fall in love with their attractions, that's for sure.

You looked over the toys, and saw two that caught your attention - plushies resembling the two attendants. You grabbed them and realized that you haven't had the chance to meet the other, moon-themed one yet. Maybe he wasn't currently in the daycare? Maybe he only appeared after a certain time?

You hoped that the hour spent here will be enough to meet him too.

While in your thoughts, you haven't even realized that more than 15 minutes passed now, and the kids, along with Sun, seemed to be done with your little gift. You knew that, because all of a sudden, someone jumped behind your back and covered your eyes with his hands.

It was really easy to guess who did it, of course.

"We're all done, friend! Allow me to take you there!"

Before you could question what he meant, you were lifted up and held close to his chest with one arm, the other still covering your eyes. The kids started giggling once they saw it, which made you really curious about how you two must've looked like right now.

But most importantly - in that very short moment you realized just how warm Sun was. You'd assume he'd be cold because, well, he's a robot, but his chest radiated this comforting heat, and you wouldn't mind staying in that position for longer.

He was swift and fast, but also careful. You were held like some sort of princess, which surprised you, because who would be able to hold you with one arm, cover your eyes with the other, and navigate his body safely with only legs? You knew he was a machine, but damn, that was impressive.

Soon enough, you were sat down on the soft floor, and you finally regained your vision. In front of you was a tiny scene which looked like something made specifically for puppet shows. It was decorated with a bunch of led lights, and there was a small banner on the top that said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" drawn with crayons. You couldn't help but smile at how cute everything looked. You were surrounded with a bunch of plushies resembling all the star attractions of the Pizzaplex, including the daycare attendants. You grabbed the Sun one, positioning it as if it was about to watch the show with you. You looked up at Sun, who seemed enamored with the sight, but quickly looked away, regaining his confident and energetic self.

"Me and my little stars prepared a SPECIAL, one of a kind puppet show for you! I came up with the scenario! We're so excited to present it to you, right, kiddos?!"

All four of the kids cheered, causing you to chuckle quietly. Their excitement rubbed of on you really quickly.

"Oh my, I wanna see it already!"

That single sentence worked wonders on Sun, who quickly disappeared behind the little stage. Well, not exactly disappeared, seeing as he was twice the size of it, but he tried his best to hide his faceplate, at least.

Then the show began, firstly showcasing only a little Sun puppet, walking around the imaginary daycare. Even as an adult, you had to say, you enjoyed things like these. Silly and cute.

Soon enough, another puppet jumped out, and this one resembled... you! You gasped, wondering how was that puppet so similar to you? Was it simply a coincidence, or could it be that Sun made the puppet just for you? No, surely, that'd be too much work spent on someone that he knew for less than an hour... but what if?

The more you watched, the more you realized this little show was just a replay of how you and your sister got into the daycare, how you met Sun, the other kids (they had their own puppets as well) and also a little made-up addition, which was the dolls playing various games or drawing with each other, generally doing things you usually do in the daycare.

It was so damn cute.

At the end of the show, the Sun puppet went out of it's way to lock you in a big hug, and the kids soon joined. The last scene consisted of all the puppets holding a little toy cake for you, screaming a "Happy Birthday!". The curtain rolled down, and you started clapping as soon as it did. You had a big smile on your face, which the animatronic immediately picked up on.

"Did ya like it, friend? Did ya, did ya?!"

You stood up with his help, not letting go of his hand for a few more seconds.

"Of course I did, you guys were amazing! This is one of the best birthday gifts I've ever gotten!"

Your compliment seemed to make Sun really happy, because his rays started spinning. You adored that! It reminded you of a puppy wagging its tail from excitement.

"Thank you so much, Sunny, and you too, kiddos!"

Your sister ran up to you, hugging your leg, at which you quickly patted her head.

Although when your eyes went back to Sun, he was standing still, looking straight at you.

"Is something wrong?"

At that, he almost immediately pulled you into a big hug, which you didn't expect, but also didn't mind. It did shook you a little, though.

"You gave me a nickname! How sweet! You're the sweetest ever! I must give you a nickname too!"

You had no idea that a little nickname would make him so happy. It wasn't even really on purpose, either, you kinda said it without thinking because it sounded cute. But if he liked it, then it made you happy, too.

"Hmm, a nickname for me? What would that be?"

He pulled away a bit, posing as if he was thinking really hard.

"Well, since I'm Sunny... and you're a guest at my daycare... I suppose calling you sunshine fits just right!"

You didn't wanna admit it, but being called 'sunshine' made you blush. Just a little bit.

"I think that's a sweet nickname, Sunny. I love it!"

He jumped in excitement, and you chuckled. All of what just happened made you completely lose your sense of time. You hadn't realized that an hour passed exactly now.

Your sister tugged on your sleeve, and you turned to her, and then to the daycare doors she was pointing at. Your father was standing there, waving at you both with a smile.

Aw, already?

"It seems like we have to go for now, Sunny."

His smile suddenly dropped, just a bit, but enough for you to catch it.

"Hey, don't be sad! I promise, we'll come back! Do you want to walk us out?"

He quickly nodded, and turned around to the children, telling them to behave for that quick moment in which he'll go sign you two out.

"Hey, sweethearts! Had a fun time?"

Your sister ran up to your dad, hugging him immediately. She was all jumpy, and he could tell that her answer to his question would be positive. He brushed her hair with his hand, and then looked over to you.

"A lot of fun! We wanna come back here again one day, don't we, Laurey?"

She nodded happily, and your dad was clearly a bit thrown off, but glad nonetheless.

"Well that's just great! Is this the daycare attendant over here?"

His eyes switched to Sun, and he perked up, smiling widely, just like when he saw you two for the first time.

"Correct, sir! Your kiddos are absolute angels!"

"Hah, I'm glad they didn't give ya too much trouble. Are ya'll ready to go?"

You two nodded, but before Sun could check your sister out, you turned to him, grabbing his hands softly.

"I'm sorry we couldn't stay over for naptime, I assume that's when Moon comes out, right? I'd love to meet him, but maybe another time! Either way, thank you for that gift, Sunny, it was lovely."

If robots could blush, Sun would be furiously red by now. But they can't, so his fans kicked in, and he now sounded like one of those old computers when you tried to run a heavier game on them.

"O-Oh, yes, yes! It's a shame you didn't get to meet Moon, but if you come back again, make sure to stay just long enough for naptime! I'll put in a good word about you and your sister!"

You laughed, thanking him in advance, and saying your final goodbyes. Soon enough, the three of you were on your way to another attraction.

"So, the daycare wasn't so bad after all, huh?"

"Not at all. Can you believe that he and the other kids prepared a special puppet show for me once I told him it's my birthday? He's so cool!"

Your sister joined your rambling about how nice and kind Mr. Sun was as well, and your dad listened to all of it, honestly surprised at how well the stay went.

"Oh, I almost forgot! I picked up a plushie of that favourite Glamrock of yours while I was gone. Besides that, I only got coffee, I didn't see anything by myself, don't worry!"

Your dad handed you the cutest Monty plush, and you immediately thanked him. Soon, you were all in the elevator going up, finally arriving in the main spot of the Pizzaplex.

On the side, you wondered... would they be interested in hiring a human to help?

[a-spell-a-rebel-yell]

September

hellooo, on-time this time! hehe i hope everyone is happy and healthy 💙

the end of September marks one month of school and my assignments are finally slowing down (re: there will be more it's just i've finished them for the moment so i can have some relax time). so, i finally got wind of the learning system here, it's student centered learning where we have to write a paper for every subject and do a presentation for every class, the profs are only there to correct us or complete what we left out. sounds exhausting (because it is!) but i think with this method we're 'forced' to gather as much information as possible because in order to do well we need enough knowledge on the topic. not to mention we're also graded from how active/responsive we are during classes. result is most of my 'free time' is spent reading 🙃 not entirely complaining because the major difference from first degree vs post grad school is now everything's more focused on the discipline i'm interested in hehe

most of my class is held online (god bless) and i'm, yet again, the one in charge of our class' Zoom account (which we buy ourselves instead of provided by the campus). i only go to the SaIemba campus once a week for weekly wire bending class. yes, ladies and gentlemen, wire bending is now taking over my bank account and i mean it literally because the pliers i have to buy cost me a loooooooot of money 🙃 i think this month i really exhausted my savings... the only relief provided for me is that for orthodontists we usually only buy these pliers once to be used for years, that's why it's important to buy high quality ones. kinda glad i bought my Coldplay Singapore tickets before this huhu

an update on my medical check-up, i finally got to see the internist and yep he said i have very high metabolism rate (everything i eat gets converted quickly into energy, not fat/body mass and i need to eat more carbs, but sadly i'm more of a beef veggies fruits person sigh) and that for my slightly anemic blood report i need to consume more blood replenishing food/supplements... these days i swear i’ve been eating more than i did years ago but i simply can't gain weight (still ranging around 41-43 kgs and never higher 🤡)

this September the class celebrated two of our members' birthdays! (again, i'm in charge of reminding everyone of someone's bday 😂) for the first one, kak Mandy's, i kinda made a cruel prank i really regret lol with everyone's help i tricked her we have impromptu on the spot zoom with our professor that required us to show our wire bending progress... she believed me and actually stayed up late to finish her work 😭 i swear i got her to stop and go back to sleep at 10 PM 🥺🥺🥺 but the surprise worked and she was actually surprised (& genuinely happy, i checked on her right after haha) to find us singing the hbd song as she entered the meeting room and sent her a lovely cake for her. the second one, kak Putri's, and this one we can no longer use the Zoom tactic again so we pushed back the surprise to our next wire bending class at uni, bought her pizza and coffee (her favs) and i think the best part is: after i checked in on her, she said she's touched by our efforts as she's never really experienced having people do this much for her. that answer stunned me in a way i get reminded again how being remembered is such a privilege, a rare thing, one's life goal? it's one of the best ways to leave no room for doubt that someone truly cares and loves you? seems like a simple gesture but woah. the impact it left? i think i've never felt more happier being able to remember people's bdays/preferences/likings, seeing how happy i can make someone feel? that's what i strive to do even more now 💪🏻

anyway, did i tell you already i'm the youngest in our class? and the oldest is literally 10 (ten) years older than me? so naturally... i'm also in charge of everything technical: starting from running our class' instagram account and teaching everyone efficient ways to use Google Docs and Slides to finish our assignments 😂👍🏻 i love getting treated like everyone’s little sister and calling everyone kakak/abang 🤣 yet somehow i love being the one people are (mostly) depending on? i like having responsibilities and being able to provide help i guess? 😂 and guess what: i actually also become the class' official editor. yep. one of the assignments given from the dean is to write this mini book (yes, book. not a paper) and she appointed me to be the editor! it's a rigorous task i need to be super diligent and attentive while proofreading and correcting the formatting, but yeah i enjoyed it. my editing hobby has leveled up to a semi official thing haha

last week of September my dad's coworkers held farewell parties (yes plural) for my dad as his last day of work in the entirety of 40+ years of career has finally come... it was an emotional night, almost everyone volunteered to give a lil speech for my dad and said how they've lost and will miss my dad dearly, even some of his lab assistants cried. because my dad was stationed on duty at St Regis hotel naturally i was tagging along, and my dad's subordinates arranged me to be the special guest and yeah. i got teary eyed too because i got to witness yet again how loved my dad is. anyways, i highkey will miss the 'side privileges' i'm so used to get for being a child of a Bank lndonesia employee HEHEHE i mean free staycation at five star hotels almost every week? health insurance (which stopped as i turn 25 huhu) and many many many others. oh well. now it's my time taking care of my mum and dad then, my dream to provide the same or even better treatments than what i received 🥺

with my dad entering retirement, now aside from school i’m swamped with packing and boxing. we’re slowly moving things back to the Cibubur house while i prepare some of my stuffs to carry to my cousin’s house. not gonna lie feeling quite sad because the benefits of having a house in the center of South Jakarta scene are endless! 😂 almost everything is within fingertips’ reach and i’m used to living in that part of the city that never sleeps. Cibubur’s pretty quiet and Bendi (my cousin’s house region) though just a few districts away from Blok M isn’t really the life of the party. i will miss Panglima Polim and everything surrounding it 🥹

last note: these days i'm feeling like life is really that unexpected? so many things i didn't even dream ever happening are thrusted onto my hands right now as we speak and they turn out to be all i've ever wanted? i think i've perfected the formula of doing good + be good + trust the timing. a simple example would be me getting back to school (you can tell i’m not done feeling super happy after getting accepted 😂) excited for more to come, major changes or challenges are welcome: bring it on! i'm ready and up for all kinds of surprises hehe

that's it for September! two months and i'll be 26... 9 months fly away just like that huh 😅 a reminder for me and everyone reading this to enjoy time as it goes, make every second count and special. see you next month!

[sapphiredragonprincess]

Stuff in my WIP folder

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Right! I almost forgot about this, I was tagged by @chaotic---calm, thanks for the tag! Also, thanks for believing that I could ever have a single organized folder for my WIPs and not multiple unnamed documents scattered through several apps, devices and notebooks (at least last year I put together all the loose paper fic scraps to declutter my desk?)

I'm too lazy to go find ALL my WIPs, so I'm only checking one of my accounts, so let's see what I find. Names under the cut!

Beyond Humanity

Church and Aristocracy

INCOMPLETE - BB “Glad to see you finally return, Lady.” (This one is part of the Heart of a Warrior series)

INCOMPLETE - Festival scene (aka this is too long, when will this end?) (This one is also part of the Heart of a Warrior series)

Of crowns and songs (main Mermaids&Royals story, ch. 1 is complete and I haven't touched it in forever, but still technically a WIP)

Stories of… (Same universe as Of crowns and songs)

Prompt 03: "I will always make time…" (Also part of Mermaids&Royals universe)

Drabble collection (?) (Part of What makes a witch universe, which doesn't have a main story yet)

Magic & Royals INCOMPLETE - “Andrew? Is that you?” (Part of the unnamed universe about Pretzel the dragon and his handler)

I had forgotten I'd tried to write this characters again (the unfinished continuation to Qamar and Régis story)

Un comienzo es un final (wow, I had forgotten about this! Can't remember where I was going with it, but let's put it here anyway)

Princesa de aguas turbias (It's been forever since I touched this!)

Whispers of a dream (the only fic on the list)

Yohna Valentine ? (okay, second fic on the list)

And then there's the Scraps folder

Wow, that's a lot in this account alone. Mostly original stuff, though, so I don't expect anyone to care.

I'm not tagging anyone because I'm lazy, but if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

[https-harlow]

Lips Of An Angel- 3 Stay? Just for the night?

Summary- You and Jack finally talk for the first time after he left your apartment, but the conversation doesn't go how you expected.

Word Count- 2.2k

A/N- There will be at least 1 more part, maybe 2 I haven't fully decided yet! Not proof read because I wanted to get this out sooner! Also can't link part 1 and 2 for some reason, but they are linked in my masterlist

Warnings-cheating, lying, divorce, toxic relationship

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no contact with Jack, which wasn’t rare after a fight. You two have went a lot longer without talking in the past, the longest being 3 months. A couple of weeks was on the shorter side of things for you two.

You had signed the divorce papers right after Jack had left that night, but you still hadn’t told Jack that. You weren’t sure if you wanted to, you could always just send the signed papers to your lawyers, but you thought it would be nice to give Jack a heads up. Why? You weren’t exactly sure. You meant it when you said you were done if he walked out the door, but you had said it so many times that you knew Jack didn’t believe you, and honestly there was a part of you that didn’t even believe yourself. 

You broke up with Brandon the day after Jack came over. You told him everything, that you left out the fact you were still married to Jack, and that it was because of you. You told him how you called Jack and everything that happened that night and the day after. If you hadn’t broke up with Brandon, he would have broken up with you, not that you could blame him. He could tell you weren’t fully emotionally in the relationship so while finding out his girlfriend was 

technically married was shocking to him, the relationship ending wasn’t.

You had finally realized what you knew deep down all along. You could never get over Jack if you use other people to do that. As stupid as it might be, there was a part of you that still did love him, but maybe you were blinded by the fact that when you two were good, things were amazing, they couldn’t be better. Jack was everything you wanted in a partner, and even more then that. When things were bad though, there was lying, cheating, arguing, and Jack would throw himself into work instead of dealing with your relationship problems. Though you weren’t much better. While you never cheated on Jack, you also had the habit of throwing yourself into whatever you could to avoid your problems with Jack.

Jack also broke up with Chloe, though he didn’t plan on it.  About a week after Jack came over to your house, he found out Chloe had been cheating on him for most of their relationship. With how often you and Jack had snuck around he knew how to tell if someone was cheating, though it wasn’t that hard. Jack noticed that Chloe had gotten more secretive over her phone, while normally if she would get a notification and wasn’t by her phone, she would ask Jack to see what it was. Slowly she stopped asking and kept her phone on her at all times. He didn’t say anything though until he saw a couple faded hickeys that he knew for a fact he didn’t leave.

The thing he had done to you, and almost every person he had been with since you, had happened to him. Jack was cheated on. Jack finally knew what it felt like to be cheated on instead of being the one doing the cheating. Even though he didn’t love Chloe, and was planning on breaking up with her, it still hurt him to be cheated on. 

It wasn’t even the fact that he was cheated on that hurt him, well it did. But it was also the fact that he felt a fraction of what he made you feel when you found out he cheated on you.

About a month after your argument with Jack, he started to try to contact you. He started with texts that you didn’t respond to, and phone calls that you never answered or returned. Jack didn’t think anything of it at first. He still didn’t think you were serious about being done with him, until about a week of you not responding. That’s when he started to believe you.

Jack had finally started to give up, but after a couple more days you answered one of his calls. You weren’t sure why.

“What do you want Jack?” You asked as you answered the phone.

“Well, hello to you too.” Jack said, letting out a sarcastic laugh. “I just want to talk.”

“That’s all we ever plan on doing, yet that’s never the only thing that happens.” You said. “I meant what I said before you left that night.” Jack sighed softly.

“If you did you wouldn’t have answered the phone.” Jack argued.

“I answered the phone because you’ve been calling and texting me for the last week and a half. I could have blocked your number.” You said, leaning back in your chair.

“Can I come over?” Jack asked completely ignoring your previous statement. 

“I say I’m done with you, we haven’t talked since the night you walked out of the apartment, and I haven’t answered your calls for the last almost 2 weeks, what makes you think I’m going to say yes?” You asked Jack.

“I don’t know.” Jack sighed again. “I just wish we could talk without arguing.”

“Me too.” You said. You did love Jack, it was hard not to. You just wish your relationship was how it was at the beginning. When you were in love and nothing else mattered. “If I say no, is it going to stop you from coming over?” You asked.

“Yeah, because I know your stubborn as fuck and won’t answer the door.” Jack said, laughing softly.

“You’re right.” You said laughing softly as well. “Come over and we’ll talk, but nothing else.” You told him.

“Okay, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” Jack said before you both hung up the phone. 

Jack wasn’t sure what he was going to say, and you weren’t either. You both had a lot to talk about, but at the same time it felt like you didn’t. Though this was the first time Jack had been cheated on and you had finally signed the divorce papers. 

It didn’t take long for Jack to show up, knocking at your door. You let him in, though you were starting to regret letting him come over. You didn’t want to fight with him anymore.

You both made a little bit of small talk, not wanting to be the first one to bring up your relationship. Jack was the first one to bring it up.

“I broke up with Chloe a couple weeks ago. A week after we last talked. I know I said I was going to, but she was cheating on me. I know I didn’t love her, but it still hurt, I don’t know why, I was going to break up with her anyways. I know I’ve apologized more times than either of us could count, and I have meant it every single time I’ve apologized, but I want to apologize again because I went through a fraction of what I’ve put you through, and it fucking sucked. I can’t even imagine what I put you through, and what I have been putting you through.” Jack apologized, and this was the first time that you actually thought his apology was genuine.

“I believe you Jack, truthfully, I never really have before. I also can’t help but feel like it’s a little hypocritical that the most genuine apology is after you got cheated on yourself. I loved you, and as stupid as I feel, I still love you. I think we need time apart though. Actual time apart. Not time apart knowing we’re going to get back together in a month or two. Not dating other people, I mean you can do whatever you want, but that’s what I need.” You told him. Jack sighed softly but nodded.

“I get that. I really do.” Jack ran his hand through his hair as he leaned back on the couch. “I just want you to know that I do really love you and no matter what I always will. I know I’ve hurt you a lot, fuck I mean we’ve hurt each other, but that doesn’t make it okay. I just need you to know how sorry I am for everything, the cheating, the back and forth of our relationship, the lying, everything you can think of that’s hurt you.” Jack said, looking over at you.

“I know Jack, I know.” You sighed and Jack was your eyes were starting to water. Jack sighed softly. 

“Please don’t cry.” Jack asked, though he knew you would anyway, he just wasn’t sure how to comfort you, or more if you even wanted him to comfort you. You let your tears fall as you wiped them from your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and Jack shook his head.

“Don’t be sorry.” Jack told you. “Can I hug you?” Jack asked, and you nodded. Both of you moving closer until Jack wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head on his chest. Jack rubbed your back as you continued to cry in his arms. You weren’t exactly sure why you were letting him comfort you right after you told him you wanted space, but you were, and you didn’t mind it. You sat in silence for about 10 minutes before you broke the silence.

“I still mean it when I said we need time apart.” You joked, making Jack laugh quietly as you wiped the tears from underneath your eyes. 

“I know, you’re right.” Jack agreed. You kept your head on his chest. 

“I broke up with Brandon the day after you left. I couldn’t do that to him anymore. It wasn’t fair to him.” You told Jack as he nodded. “I know this doesn’t exactly match up with what we are currently doing, but I also signed the divorce papers after you left. I never wanted to, but it’s what we need. We need to figure ourselves out first.” You explained and Jack nodded even though you couldn’t see him.

“Oh.” Jack wasn’t sure what to say, he agreed with you both needing space if you ever wanted to make your relationship work, but he didn’t think you would go through with signing the divorce papers unless you two were completely done. “If that’s what you want, then we can go through with it.” Jack told you, he didn’t want it, he didn’t want the divorce to begin with, but he knew if he ever wanted to make you two work, he had to go through with it.

“I don’t want anything, except maybe the apartment, but you can even have that if you want it back.” You had been living in the apartment you and Jack once shared since you broke up the first time, it was just easier and made more sense at the time.

“No, you can have it. You’re already here.” Jack told you. “I’ll even keep paying for it.” Jack said and you sighed.

“Jack, I didn’t even want you to pay for it after you left, what makes you think I want you to keep paying for it now?” You asked, you never wanted Jack to think you were with him for his money.

“Because I want to. I picked the place, it’s only fair.” Jack said.

“Not exactly what I would call fair.” You argued.

“I mean it. Just let me pay for it. You can have whatever you want.” Jack told you, gently brushing his fingers through your hair. This wasn’t exactly the position you thought you would be in as you two talked about your divorce.

“I don’t want your money, Jack.” You said, looking up at him.

“I know, let me do something for everything I’ve done to you. I know this isn’t going to fix our relationship, I could give you everything you’ve ever wanted, and it still would never be enough, but let me at least do something.” You sighed softly, you knew Jack wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Maybe, I seriously don’t want your money though.” You reassured.

“That’s why I’m offering, I know you’re not using me for my money.” You nodded softly, closing your eyes, laying your arm gently over Jack’s stomach.

“Stay? Just for the night?” You asked Jack, and he sighed. 

“I shouldn’t.” You both knew this wasn’t a good idea, but you didn’t want Jack to leave, and he didn’t really want to leave either.

“Please? I don’t want to be alone.” You said. Jack thought for a minute before he nodded.

“Okay.” Jack agreed. 

If anyone told you that the conversation about your divorce would have ended with Jack spending the night, and that the biggest fight in the conversation was because Jack wanted to keep paying for your apartment, neither of you would have believed them. You were both certain it would have ended in a screaming match with one of you storming out of the apartment. 

[mintmatcha]

(implied female body parts for Reader)

MINTMINTMINTMINT-

nothing i just want to do the nasty with college au!Kyoutani. final papers for my classes have been whooping my ass and there's enough smut for Reader who isn't a good student or slacks in class.

what about Reader who is stressed and hardworking (read: overworked). who doesn't mind studying with him a hair too late into the night, who waits for him after volleyball practice with something to eat and notes from your earlier class - the one he ended up falling asleep in due to being bored and worn-out. Reader who swears that "i clearly don't know what the hell i'm doing" and laments your upcoming grade, only for you to slump at your good marks - but not good enough, he hears you mutter - and then praising Kyoutani to the moon and back for getting an average grade, also much higher than he was expecting (thanks to your help).

during a study session, you're being hard on yourself, as usual, pushing yourself even though the information clearly isn't registering in your fried mind.

so he quietly closes your laptop. "you're not learning anything now. take a break."

and it starts with him pulling your feet into his lap as he sits beside you on the couch, looking for something to watch. you settle for letting him watch some volleyball scrims so he can at least keep his mind focused, and you can try to get a better handle for the game.

his hands setting for gently massaging your calves, remarking about how tense you are.

at some point, the two of you get closer on the couch. he starts rubbing and kneading your thighs. like a cat, you remark, only for him to sneer at you and (playfully) pinch you.

you're all but in his lap when his hand, seemingly of it's own volition (or maybe it was subconscious), starts to rub at the inner part of your thigh. and its not like you didn't notice - you met his eyes, and when he tried to pull away, ears red, you told him, "no, it's...it's fine."

and then, it starts with his hands over your pants. then inside them, over your underwear. then your pants around your knees. then, your pants hanging off of one ankle and your underwear pulled mostly down as his rough fingers get to work rubbing over your clit, teasing your entrace as your face is buried into his neck, embarrassed yet still moaning shamelessly.

because, technically, you two are still only friends at this point.

not that it matters to Kentaro. not when he's now sliding in and out of you so easily, watching his fingers disappear in and out of you, his rough hands (all callouses and split knuckles) working magic on your body, finding the spots that get you wetter, that make you squirm and whine and make your hips thrust upwards.

and especially not when you have his pants down to his knees, stroking his cock just as quickly and earnestly as he fingers you and fuck if this isn't something he's dreamt about for weeks but your hands are much softer than his.

good morning to me

hes been in love with you since the first statistics test, the one that you studied for with him outside of the locker room in between his gym time and volleyball practice.

he had only gotten a b minus, but you threw yourself into his arms like he had gotten a perfect score.

"I knew you could do it!" you said, "You're so smart."

And he was gone. completely smitten and under your spell.

so once you're in his lap, whimpering his name, he can't help but crane up for a kiss, sloppy and needy, a bit too longing in his touch-

[thattransproxy]

"Remus!" Logan's voice began to raise. Remus still continued to ignore him. Logan was finally fed up and at his peak of stress. He was always ignored, no one ever bothered to listen to him, hell, he couldn't even get Thomas to do ONE THING today. "STOP. IGNORING ME!" Logan yelled as his eyes went Orange.

Remus slowly looked at him as Logan began to realize what he did. "Hoo-ee, Logan." He put his book down as he stood up. "Now you're speaking my language. But who do you REALLY want to scream that at?" Logan's expression went a mix of confusion and regret.

After Remus sunk out, he heard a faint noise of Nico and Thomas talking. "Oh, um, yeah, I like art. I'll be right there!" Thomas spoke, hanging up the phone. "But, wait..!" Logan's voice had a sudden hint of sadness in it. "Wait, Thomas, what about our plan..?"

"Oh, I'll get to it. I will." Thomas tried to reassure Logan while putting a flannel on. Logan sighed. "I don't mean to harp on something that's already been established, but I assure you that adhering to this agenda will--" Logan was then cut off by Thomas. "Another day, Logan! I promise! It'll be a job for, you know, tomorrow Thomas, or, you know, day after tomorrow Thomas. This is just really important!"

And with that, Thomas left the room, leaving Logan to sink out. As he walked through the Lightside hallway, he looked at every door that passed him. Patton. Patton always got the most attention because of how peppy and amazing he was. Roman. Roman always got attention because he was the creative part. He was the reason Thomas has these scripts, the songs, and loves the things he does.

And Virgil. Virgil didn't get as much attention, but he still got a lot more attention than Logan. Typically because he was Thomas' anxiety and he technically needed that attention. Then there was his own room. Logan always got the least attention, even though he was Thomas' logic. His brain. He was the reason Thomas even functioned.

Yet he was always ignored. He always will be. He should just do what Virgil tried so long ago. Duck out. Then Thomas will get another Logic. One better than him. One that'll be new. Listened to. Liked. Loved.

As he did all this thinking, he managed to trash his room. Almost more than Thomas had trashed the living room. His papers were ripped, books fell off the shelves, his lamp shattered on the floor, and so many pieces of glass on the left side of his bed from the lamp.

"Logan?"

Logan jumped at the sudden speaking behind him. He turned around and saw Virgil standing in his doorway. "I heard my name mentioned when you walked passed my door. And when you began thinking about how you should duck out." "How exactly? Patton and Roman can't." "Okay, but Patton and Roman weren't Darksides." Virgil placed his right hand on his hip sassily.

Logan sighed. "Right. Well, why are you here? You've tried to shut me up just as much as everyone else before." "Only because you were getting out of hand!" Virgil closed Logan's door. "I'm LITERALLY Thomas' sense of LOGIC! My fucking job is to address shit that goes on in Thomas' mind and life! I'm the only real way he functions!"

"Okay, so you know why I'm here then? I'm here because you cannot duck out!" "Virgil, if I duck out, a new Logic will show up. Everything will remain the same after a while." "I don't care, you can't duck out. It won't be the same without THE Logan!" Virgil was trying his best to put down hints, but Logan obviously didn't get it.

Logan scoffed. "And why is that?" This time, Virgil raised his voice like Logan did at Remus. "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" Logan froze. "There, I said it. Okay?" Virgil played with his sleeves, going soft immediately after that. Logan walked over to Virgil slowly. He looked Virgil in the eyes and did the one thing he never thought he would do.

He kissed Virgil.

He actually did love Virgil. But, as Logic, he always ignored that. He didn't have time for it. But, this once he let it out. Virgil pulled away and played with Logan's hair. "Please don't duck out. Okay?" Logan hesitated, but nodded. He realized what would happen to everyone. He knew it would cause the sides and Thomas to collapse. But he also just wanted to stay for Virgil.

"Now, come on, let's sit down, and I'll help you feel better about what happened today. I felt your stress as you lashed out at Remus. Unfortunately, I knew I couldn't be there. Talk to me. Okay? I'll listen." Virgil walked with Logan to Logan's bed.

"Be careful on the left side. There's glass." Logan warned. Virgil nodded and was careful. He and Logan sat down, then to Logan's surprise, Virgil actually listened. He wasn't like Roman, Remus, Janus, or Patton. He wouldn't interrupt him by calling him a name, he wouldn't cut him off with some joke or angry dad thing, he wouldn't ignore him or throw a Ninja Star at his head, and he wouldn't cover his mouth to shut him up.

He actually listened, and Logan loved him even more for it. He didn't think it was possible. Seems he learned something new today. After Logan's whole rant, he hadn't even noticed he broke down, showing real emotion for the first time in front of someone. He was crying. And Virgil was hugging him for comfort.

"Logan?" Virgil looked down at Logan. Logan looked up at Virgil, drying a few tears. "Yes, Virgil?"

"I'll always listen to you. I'll always be here. Just come to me, and I'll help the best I can." Logan smiled. "Thank you." "No problem."

It wasn't long before Logan passed out in Virgil's arms. All of his crying tired his system out, considering he never showed emotion. Virgil guessed it would be hours, maybe a whole day before Logan wakes up. But he was going to be there the whole time. Whether he was awake, reading one of Logan's books to himself and Logan's sleeping mind, or if he was sleeping himself. He was going to be there.

And he was never going to leave.

(Teehee. Hope y'all enjoy! Also, this took me an hour to write so here you go @analogicals because I said so for no apparent reason!)

[astro-rain]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter seven - “the king is dead”

delicate masterlist

word count: 1.7k

synopsis: shuri has awful news. the reader is terrified but bucky is strangely calm. the world is turned upside down, and not in a good way.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: this was so fun to write omg get ready it’s finally getting interesting!!! (as always, OC on my wattpad @ / typicaldaze)

Months had gone by since that day at the lake. Countless therapy sessions had been endured, several hard questions asked, many many issues worked through. Bucky suffered through a few more anxiety attacks along the way, but they never hindered his resolve, thanks to (Y/N). They had made progress, good, solid progress. Bucky was pleased; (Y/N) was thrilled. It's hard to see change when you're the one going through it. However, to the person guiding that change, every step forward is recognized. She was proud. She was genuinely proud of him. He wasn’t “fixed,” he still had struggles, but he was a lot better off then before.

There was something peculiar, though. Their relationship was strictly professional, (Y/N) knew that. However, she couldn't help but feel as though along the sidelines of their progress, they had grown to become friends. She knew that, clinically, this was not appropriate, but there were no corporate guidelines she was working under. She was helping him. So, what would it matter if after all this was over, they were friends? What would it matter if his therapist also operated as his friend? Hell, she didn't even have an official therapist position here! Sharon just sent her to help. (Y/N) had decided she didn't care about the boundaries being crossed. Nothing ever went wrong with someone gaining a friend. It's fine.

Regardless, the two of them had thoroughly addressed the anxiety and the PTSD, and he now officially had both diagnoses. He understood himself and his brain so much better, and with (Y/N)'s help, he not only acknowledged his disorders, but accepted them. She taught him to not see them as the enemy, not something that was wrong with him. They were just a part of him, same as his brown hair or blue eyes.

Bucky was so much more open now. He was less on edge and more comfortable, especially around her. In all honesty, he was usually his most comfortable with her. He had coping skills and everything!

This was all grand and good, but (Y/N) hoped with everything in her that it wouldn't be ruined by the present disaster.

-

"I thought he was automatically supposed to be king?" (Y/N) asked, confused.

She was at her weekly meeting with Shuri for Bucky's treatment plan, and the young genius had just told her she couldn't make it next week due to T'Challa's coronation.

"He is," Shuri started, "but it's Wakandan tradition to open the position up to a dual. So, his rule isn't set in stone."

"Oh... What if someone... challenges him?"

"Then they will fight! However, I have no worries. T'Challa is a great warrior, and though I doubt anyone would challenge him, he would win if they did."

(Y/N) admired the faith Shuri had in her brother. She could tell their bond was strong.

"Couldn't you technically challenge him?"

Shuri revealed a kind of devilish smirk that only a sibling can muster. "Oh, I have thought about it. But I am much more useful in my lab, and T'Challa wouldn't know what to do with himself if he wasn't in charge."

(Y/N) looked back on the memory anxiously as she stared in horror at the look on Shuri's face. A wicked mix of fear, grief, and stress drained all the color from the princess' normally dark, beautiful skin. Shuri had always radiated confidence and composure; seeing this change worried (Y/N) deeply.

"The King is dead."

Her face became void of any expression and all she could process was fear. She thought she gasped but she couldn't remember breathing out again. Her brain was frozen. (Y/N) was in a foreign country that just lost its monarch. She was alone, and all the people she was relying on to protect her just had their kingdom invaded and taken over by someone with the word kill as part of their nickname. She was almost certain that this would be her end.

"Dr. (Y/L/N)?" Shuri said unsteadily. "Did you hear me?"

"Y-Yes I... What are we going to do?" her voice was weak and small. Pathetic and afraid.

Then, thoughts of Bucky crossed her mind. What would happen to him? He could fight, she supposed, but he doesn't have any weapons or gear and he'd be against an entire regime. What if they killed him? What if they tortured him? Different scenarios quickly flashed through her brain, but she could only one concrete thought.

I have to find him.

"My family and I have a plan, but we can't take you with us."

Any remaining semblance of hope dissipated from (Y/N)'s body, and she swore she could feel her veins quiver with apprehension.

"What?"

Her voice felt far away.

"It is not ideal, and I'd never leave you unless I had to. But Agent Everett Ross is here. It's a long story, but as you know, he can't find out about Sergeant Barnes. He can't know that either of you are here. If we take you with us, it could compromise everything we've been working for," the nervous princess explained.

"So... what of me and Bucky?"

"Again, it's a long story, but there's a... sort of fallout shelter - I guess you could call it - that was built years and years ago when the first tribes of Wakanda were constantly at war with one another. I will give you supplies and directions, and you two must go there and remain hidden until this is all over."

Fantastic. (Y/N) would get to play Cold War nuclear fallout in Wakanda.

"How will we know?"

Shuri gave her a somber look. A look of uncertainty and immense guilt.

"I wish I could apologize enough, my partner, but I do not know. I promise I will try to contact you as soon as I get any information, but for now we must hurry. We do not have much time."

With that, Shuri took (Y/N)'s arm and quickly led her her outside. It was late afternoon and the air was beginning to cool. They ran, locked together, until they met the Queen under a large tree among the outskirts of a nearby forest. The woman looked just as shaken up as Shuri.

(Y/N) could see bags of different shapes and sizes at the base of the tree. She could only hope whatever was in there was sufficient for survival.

Shuri immediately embraced her mother, but the moment was short lived as she then bent down to gather the bags.

The Queen placed her hands gently on the sides of the psychologist’s face. "I am so sorry, child. This does not involve you in the slightest yet you are swept up in the middle of it."

Shuri handed her mother the bags and they both geared (Y/N) up with all her supplies. It was heavy. Really heavy. She realized she was carrying supplies for two. Then, there was panic.

"What about Bucky?"

"Barnes doesn't know about any of this yet. I thought it best he heard it from you," Shuri expained, "and we cannot afford anymore delays. Us or you. You must go now, tell Barnes what is happening and go. I wish I could be more help, but we simply don't have the time."

(Y/N) nodded, trying to process all the chaos. She was internalizing every bit of it. As a result, she was once again, frozen.

"Dr. (Y/L/N)!" Shrui exclaimed.

Her head shot up, snapped out of it.

"Go! You must go!"

And with that, (Y/N) took off. She had been in Wakanda long enough to know her way around the castle's surrounding land. Her speed didn't last very long as she was carrying for two, but she tried all she could to keep going as quickly as possible.

Eventually she found herself outside of Bucky's living quarters. She didn't know what to do, so she knocked.

An array of different emotions went through Bucky's face. At first he looked pleased, but then he saw the horror etched into (Y/N)'s features, and the bags she was carrying. He could tell something was wrong.

"What happened?" he asked, surprisingly calm, while immediately taking some of the bags from (Y/N). He still only had one arm but that really didn't seem to matter to him.

She was out of breath, face flushed and eyes wide.

"The King is dead," she said breathlessly. "Someone... someone killed him a-and took over."

Bucky didn't look as scared as (Y/N) felt. In fact, he looked... totally fine?  She was so out of it she wanted to curl up in a hole and allow natural death. How was the anxious man she was accustomed to so at ease? The world was flipped upside down and (Y/N) had no control. She wished there was a word stronger than fear because she couldn't even describe what she was feeling.

"Okay," Bucky said, gently taking another bag, leaving her with only one to carry, "What did Shuri say? What do we have to do?"

She shook her head, trying to regain her breath and her composure. "There's um - there's a fallout shelter thing we have to go to. Here."

She handed  him a crumpled up piece of paper that Shuri gave her. A map with directions. (Y/N) knew he would've been better at locating it than she could at that moment.

"Alright," more of the calm voice filled her ears. "Anything else?"

"There are more details, but - we don't have time," she sighed, restlessly. Her voice began to shake ever so slightly. "Bucky, I'm so sorry. We have to go now. I promise I'll tell you everything."

"Okay," he said again. He bent down slightly, looking her directly in the eyes. " (Y/N), we're fine, okay? We're good, and we're gonna be fine. I will get us there. Are you ready?"

She nodded, steeling herself.

Bucky looked at the map, then glanced up in the direction of the shelter. He took (Y/N)’s forearm firmly. She gave him a look, confirming she was ready. And off they went.

[bruhstories]

Vogel und Jäger

- PART TWO

Summary: After waking up, you realise the realities of the world you've been pulled into. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (mafia AU) Warnings & Content: stabbing, language, angst Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: make sure to read part one, otherwise this won't make any sense xD there's still a bit of build up going on, but starting with part three we'll be getting some action

You woke up from a restless sleep, crumbs of mascara stuck to your face. God, you needed a shower and a toilet immediately. The club was dead empty from the view upstairs, only a few people cleaning the tables and moping the floor. You stretched your arms and walked to the door, surprised it wasn't locked.

"Ah, miss Y/L/N, good morning! I hope you had a pleasant sleep." Someone startled you and you cleared your voice.

"Hi, who are you?"

"Oh, my apologies, I am Onyankopon." The man smiled and handed you a paper bag. You peekee inside and saw something which resembled clothes and toiletries. You recognised the stag pin in his chest, another of Zeke's employees. "I assume you'd like to clean yourself up. Please follow me."

"I'd love that, thank you." You smiled and followed Onyankopon downstairs. He told you bits and pieces of the Jaeger family overthrowing the police and gaining control of Paradis City, how the Marleyans wanted control over the city's resources and docks, all kinds of information you weren't entirely sure you were supposed to know. He walked you to the backstage, where all the strippersdancers got ready, encouraging you to use whatever you needed for you'd be the star of the club. That didn't help you in any way, instead it was anxiety-inducing, and your toes curled at his affirmation. You quickly took off last night's makeup, brushed your teeth, washed your face and body in a sink and got dressed. The clothes were simple, a long, light blue shirt — clearly a man's — and a pair of leggings. You wondered whom they belonged to, perhaps that grim-looking lady, Yelena. She terrified you with her look that could kill. Your hands hovered over the vanity in the dressing room but decided not to waste any more time and folded your old clothes, placing them in the paper bag.

"I'm ready." You walked out of the room and met with Onyankopon. He smiled and guided you out through the back door. "Hey, Onyankopon, who's Mikasa?"

"Oh, miss Mikasa is our best assassin. She's loyal only to Eren, though, which is an impediment for Zeke... I probably shouldn't have said that." He opened the door of a superb black car and you climbed inside with a sigh. You heard how the mafia was based on trust, and no one trusted you.

Most of the ride was silent, your eyes wandering out the window until Onyankopon parked in front of a huge and heavily guarded mansion. You knew the Jaegers were rich, but this was beyond obscene. You opened the door and Onyankopon scolded you for doing that, but you assured him you were perfectly capable of doing things by yourself. He walked you through the beautiful front garden of the mansion, through the large hallway and into what you assumed to be a living room. Or an office? Whatever that was, it was as big as the dining room of the orphanage.

"Ah, the little bird has arrived! You look splendid in my shirt." Zeke welcomed you and you felt your cheeks warm up at his words. The heat disappeared just as quickly when your eyes met with Yelena's. "Come, sit. I suppose you're hungry."

You nodded, feeling saliva building up in your mouth at the sight of croissants, bagels and all kinds of foods you've never had before. Historia was rich, but even her money wasn't enough to feed so many mouths. Doors swung open and you saw Eren barge in, followed by a few people close behind. He plopped on a couch opposite you, the same inexpensive look on his face.

"Let's get over with this. I've got shit to do."

"Impatient as always." Zeke rolled his eyes. "Y/N, do you swear to obey and serve the Jaeger family?" The question caught you off guard, but you nodded.

"I do."

"There, done." The older Jaeger brother shrugged and Eren clicked his tongue.

"You almost didn't let Mikasa walk out of this room alive because she swore loyalty to me and this is all you do to her? You're getting soft, brother."

The air in the room grew thick, almost impossible to breathe it in. All eyes were on you, and you didn't know if what you felt was shame or fear, or both.

"Very well." Zeke walked behind you and took your left hand, placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Hold that there, will you, love?" He smiled and you slightly relaxed. Until — a sharp pain, followed by electricity and heat shot from your hand, through your arm. A blood-curling scream erupted from your throat, tears falling from the corners of your eyes as you squirmed and thrashed at burning sensation, your hanned pinned to the table with a knife. Blood seeped from the wound and you panicked, no one in that room rushing to your aid. No one blinked, no one felt sorry. "Swear your loyalty to me. To the Jaeger family."

"I swear! Oh, God, I s-swear! Please!" You begged, feeling your temperature falling from your cheeks. Zeke twisted the knife and you fell from the couch, knees hitting the wooden floor.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked, unphased by your whimpers, sobs and yelling, as he let go of the knife that still pierced your flesh.

"T-to you! Make it stop, p-please!"

"Good enough for me. Any objections?" Zeke eyed his little brother.

"Just stitch her hand. She's annoying." Eren clicked his tongue and poured himself a cup of coffee. When Onyankopon pulled the knife out, blood gushed out of the fresh wound and you felt the room spin and your head heavy, vision blurry — you fainted.

A hard slap across your cheek woke you up and you met with Yelena, eyes drifting to your bandaged hand. It was damn painful to move it, and you used your other hand to support your weight, shifting your position on the couch.

"Finally." Eren got up and and handed you a file. You flipped through it and found pictures and information of the men from the club.

"Y/N, this is Armin, our bookkeeper. He'll be paying you after every successful show. And this is Mikasa, she'll train you in self-defence. I suspect you won't need it, but it's better to be safe than sorry." Zeke pushed the glasses with his index finger.

"You stabbed me." You bluntly stated, eyes glued to the bandages.

"It'll heal."

"It'll heal? I'm already in debt, you didn't need to stab me!" You got up and instantly felt a gun to your head. Great.

"Sit." Yelena's voice was brash and commanding. Your brain told you to listen to her, but your instincts told you to provoke her, to taunt her. Teeth gritting, you took a deep breath and lowered yourself down, deciding to do both.

"You're not gonna shoot me without Mr. Jaeger's permission, so don't point your gun at me." A satisfied smirk creeped on your lips — you didn't technically provoke her, just stated the obvious.

"Can I shoot her?"

"No." Zeke enjoyed the show, and unbeknownst to you, he, too, felt somewhat proud of your little snarky remark. "You still have to prove your loyalty. Talk to the band, choose some songs for Friday, Saturday and Sunday. You're free to settle your training hours with Mikasa, and to go wherever you want, but you are not allowed to step foot anywhere outside the centre of Paradis. Last thing I need is some Marleyan kidnapping you and torturing you for information. Or the cops. Dismissed."

"Mr. Jaeger, if I may?" You waited for his nod of approval. "Since I won't be living at the orphanage anymore, where exactly am I going to stay?"

"Ah, yes, of course. Blouse, Springer, come here." Zeke waved his hand. More people, more names.

It slowly dawned to you that the Jaegers had a thorough structure with extremely loyal people, and you'd have to quickly find your place there and earn their trust, lest you died a painful death. A bubbly brown-eyed woman and a cheerful-looking man approached Zeke's desk, and finally you saw someone less serious. Onyankopon was nice and all, but he wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine. These two seemed... fun.

"These are Sasha Blouse and Connie Springer, leaders of the drug cartel. You'll stay with them until you're capable of living by yourself."

The duo smiled at you and you felt genuine warmth from them, making you wonder just how bad the mafia was. They seemed to like working for the Jaeger brothers, but you couldn't judge that just yet.

"Oh, we've already moved your stuff to their place, so there is no need for you to visit Historia. Now go, we've got work to do." Zeke placed a cigarette between his lips before turning his back at you.

You were right, Sasha and Connie were fun people. They talked a lot, and you warmed up to them with a few jokes and puns. Connie handed you a phone containing a few contacts, neither of which were Zeke or Eren— apparently you weren't allowed to speak to them, they would speak to you. Sasha explained how you had to forget your past, and dedicate yourself solely to the family — no relationships, no friends, no acquaintances. You were not permitted to fall in love, which was understandable, considering the circumstances, but hard, considering the inability to control feelings.

"Don't worry about it too much. Zeke and Eren care about their subordinates, as long as you listen." Connie wrapped an arm around your neck. Besides, you're one of the lucky ones. Boss never spares witnesses, so he clearly saw potential in you." Somehow, that didn't make you feel any better, you only felt more weight on your shoulders.

"Yeah, I heard you can sing!" Sasha beamed, clapping her hands. "I can't wait for your first show, I bet it'll be awesome."

"It has to be, otherwise you'll have to come to my funeral." You shook your head, exiting Jaeger Manor. A honk caught your attention and you saw Mikasa impatiently waiting for you in a car. "Any advice before I go?"

"Don't get attached to any of us." Connie sighed.

"But trust that the family will protect you if you're loyal." The woman encouraged you before hugging you. A hug, something you never thought you'd get from a mobster.

[countrymusiclover]

3 - Iron Man

Part 4

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He kissed me.

Tony Stark kissed me.

I'm trying to rack my brain around it. He's got Pepper and hundreds of other girls he could go for, and yet....he picks me. The computer image shows a huge iron suit that towers over Tony causing me to gasp. "Sir, ma'am, it appears that his suit can fly."

Jarvis informed making me scoff into the earpiece. "Yeah no duh, sherlock!"

"Duly noted. Take me to maximum altitude." Tony ordered back.

I force myself over to his notebooks on flight residences of the suit and see the odds aren't good. "With only 15% power, the odds of reaching that..." Jarvis explains but Tony cut him off. "I know the math. Do it!"

Pressing the earpiece I cursed at him, seeing him shoot into the sky. Fully knowing he's about out of power and that his suit will ice over.

"Dang it Tony Stark, the percentage of survival is-" He shouted back to me as I see the power scale dropping to 2%. "Y/n keep the numbers on the screen, stop telling me!"

Both the iron suits froze but he crashes to the ground safely. "Potts, Y/n!" His voice replies hearing Pepper cry in joy. "Tony oh, my god!"

I scanned through the ground images frantically looking for the evil suit. "Are you okay - oh shit!" Tony's voice soon realized what is wrong when the suit appears behind him. "I'm almost out of power. I've got to get out of this thing. I'll be right there."

The two guys fight but Tony's suit can't take it anymore. "Potts. This isn't working." He whispered to her as I force myself up and on my injured ankle. Flipping through pages and pages of tech books, notes on the suit control but I yelled throwing the manual across the room. "Ah! - Ow - ow. How are we supposed to kill that suit!"

"We're going to have to overload the reactor and blast the roof. " He explained back to the two of us. Pepper questions in terror. "Well, how are you going to do that?"

"You're going to do it-" I cut him off slamming my hands hard on the table collapsing because pain shoots through my ankle. "Her - Tony I'm sorry but - ah ow!"

Tony scoffs in frustration. "Y/n shut it! We don't have time! Go to the central console, open up all the circuits. When I get clear of the roof, I'll let you know. You're going to hit the master bypass button. It's going to fry everything up here."

The visuals screen screeches with green and black coding. I press the earpiece but my voice goes over as static. "Tony - I've - lost visual."

"You finally outdid yourself, Tony! You'd have made your father proud!" The Evil suits audio is still working as I get that suits visual instead seeing Tony laying on his stomach staring intensely at it, his hair a complete mess and the Iron helmet bent beyond working capacity.

Pepper shouted towards the roof. "It's ready, Tony. Get off the roof!"

Tony is hanging on the railing nearly falling from the ceiling. "Pepper. Time for the button!"

She shouts back up at him. "You told me not to!"

"Tony - please!" I felt tears lightly falling from my eyes at the thought of him dying - but the world is at steak.

I hear his voice break through the audio. "Y/n - just do it, Pepper!"

Days later I'm sitting in a recliner chair my right ankle in a surgery boot watching the news report from the battle. Tony had survived and rushed me to the hospital to fix my ankle, insisting to pay my bill in full. "You've all received the official statement of what occurred at Stark Industries a few days ago. There have been unconfirmed reports that a robotic prototype malfunctioned and caused damage to the arc reactor. Fortunately, a member of Tony Stark's personal security staff. . ."

"'Iron Man' that's kind of catchy. It's got a nice ring to it. I mean it's not technically accurate. The suit's a gold-titanium alloy, but it's kind of evocative, the imagery, anyway." Speaking of Tony he voiced reading the newspaper in his hands, Pepper tends to his stitches.

I whistle in his direction making him set the paper down. "Hey don't judge my attempt at brand naming your suit. I didn't have much else to do in a hospital bed because someone wouldn't let me leave until like a week ago."

He shakes his head chuckling playfully getting to his feet and walking over to me, giving me a gentle kiss. I drop the tv remote pulling him closer to me by the fabric of his dress shirt, deepening the kiss. "Well I'm sorry that I want to look out for me, Y/n but I'm just trying to be a good-"

Someone clears their throat making us both groan in annoyance. "Sorry you two but we have to go. Tony here's your alibi and Y/n there's some crutches." Pepper voices handing him cards and pointing her index finger to crutches propped up against my reclining chair.

I throw my legs over the side of the chair. Taking a deep breath I slowly press my feet to the ground, my ankle boot popped making me stumble backwards when I try to take a step forward. "Wha - ah!" Tony's strong muscular arms gently secure my arms, holding me up against his chest. "Of course it has to be my dominant leg!"

"Pepper, Tony, are you sure this'll get better?" Pepper comes over holding the crutches steady as Tony helps me stand on my other leg. I released my hands from death gripping his shirt to grip the crutch holders, swaying lightly because of uneven balance.

"You know, it's actually not that bad. Even I don't think I'm Iron Man." Tony said holding the cards in his mouth while Pepper helps him with his black jacket.

"You're not Iron Man." She taunted.

He speaks still biting the cards. "Am so."

"No you're not." She rolls her eyes lightly, eyeing me.

"All right, suit yourself..." He trails off, walking over to me. His eyes going up and down my outfit, holding a deep gaze with my eyes. I lean forward on the crutches wearing a light green dress shirt and light blue jeans with white tenna shoes, my hair now partly pulled back with a tiny clear hairband.

He stopped in front of me looking down at me because I'm shorter than him, even without these crutches. He took the cards out of his mouth putting them in a pocket, smiling brightly. "You know, if I were Iron Man, miss L/n..."

"Uh huh, Mr. Stark." I leaned forward biting my lip a little that drives him a bit crazy sometimes - but when he's deep in thought on work he bites on the pen or marker he's using. So I take it after him.

He reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out my locket I lost during the struggle for his backup chest arc reactor. "I'd have this girlfriend who knew my true identity. "

He motioned with his left hand index finger to turn around, I hop on my left leg feeling his hands brush over my neck to clasp the necklace around my neck. "She'd be a wreck, cause she'd always be worrying that I was going to die. Yet so proud of the man I'd become..." His hands gently spun me around, still holding the crutches tightly so I'm now facing him.

"She'd be wildly conflicted, stubborn and caring, which would only make her more crazy about me." He clears his throat as Pepper turned his head to finish his tie, leaving the two of us alone.

I smile blushing a little while stumbling on my words. "Are you asking me out - Tony Stark?"

"Yes Y/n L/n, I am. I'd be honored if you accept." Tony grinned perking my lips softly before I lean up kissing him back.

Camera's flash in my direction as Tony has his left arm looped through my right. My left arm is securely holding the crutch to steady myself all the way. My very own pair of black sunglasses rest on my nose that perfectly match Tony's he is wearing. A podium is centered on the stage with a microphone.

"And now  Mr. Stark has prepared a statement. He will not be taking any questions. Thank you." A security officer steps away from the podium nodding in our direction.

Tony turned his head at me, giving me a concerned look. "Will you be alright, darling?" I blushed at the nickname. Darling doesn't sound bad coming from his lips.

"I'll be fine. Go on and smile." I lean up kissing his cheek as he let's go of my hand to step in front of the podium.

Tony taps his cards on the wood, taking in a breath before speaking to the crowd. "Been a while since I was in front of you. I figure I'll stick to the cards this time." The crowd all laughed at that.

"There's been speculation that I was involved in the events that occurred on the freeway and the rooftop. . . " A reporter cuts him off, raising their hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, but do you honestly expect us to believe that was a bodyguard in a suit that conveniently appeared, despite the fact that you. . . "

He cuts the woman short as I blinked tilting my sunglasses up on my forehead, getting a few camera flashes in my face. "I know that it's confusing. It is one thing to question the official story. And another thing to make wild accusations, or insinuate that I'm a superhero."

"I never said you were a superhero." The blonde report waves her hand at the actuation. He raises a brow at her. "Didn't?" She nods. "Mmm-mmmm."

"Well, good, because that would be outlandish and fantastic..." Tony clears his throat shuffling the cards in his hands. "I'm just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I've made, largely public..."

Tony, just play it safe..." I force myself forward whispering up at him, his brown eyes falling to my eyes. He winked my way, mouthing an okay. Tony finally turned back to the crowd glancing back at the cards, but sits them down on the podium.

"The truth is. . . I am Iron Man."

The crowd started rambling against one another and a million cameras flashed. I gasped cracking a bright smile on my lips when Tony's arms wrapped around my waist, planting a kiss to my forehead with a smirk. "You just couldn't resist could ya, Tony."

Well, what can I say Y/n..." He tilts my chin up to his smiling big as we see a camera take our picture. Without a doubt everyone knows about our relationship now.

I gaze into his brown eyes leaning up to kiss him deeply. He kisses back and once we break away he smirks. "Reputations are meant to be broken."

"You've got that right, Iron Man." I rest my freehand against his cheek pulling him in for a kiss and his arms looped through my crutches and gently tugged me closer by my waist.

This is only the beginning.

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[shadyteacup]

Part 3~

Warnings: one sided love, angst, strong language.

Word count: 771

Recap:

Dazai looked at her with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"I'll show him how dangerous it is to play with someone's emotions. I'll make him pay."

Triagonal Heartache

"No, Mr. Ex Executive of the Mafia, you aren't going to do that. Don't jeopardize your relationship with your partner for something as stupid as this."

She said, taking another puff of the cigarette.

"This isn't stupid, Y/N."

She sighed. Yes, it wasn't stupid. But she knew it was going to happen anytime now. Her and doppo just weren't compatible. He was a conserved idealist, one who never strayed from the metaphorical 'correct path', while she ridiculed the rules that she thought were set by insecure human beings in order to mask their drawbacks. 'A woman is supposed to support her house, and is secondary to her husband'. What bullshit. Pure, misogynistic bullshit. A perfect example of an insecure man trying to ascertain dominance over his wife by making up a shitty rule.

Not that Doppo believed in such extreme views, but yeah, he was pretty orthodox, and followed a set of rules that were created by old, dead, 'wise' people, that probably were nutheads. She can't blindly follow something, just because the 'elders say so'. One must set their own rules, form their own opinions and follow them.

She was a sharp and sound woman, one who followed her own moral compass, and didn't think twice while bending the rules if the situation called for it.

Now that she thought about it, she wonders why the both of them even were together at all. Maybe it was puppy love, or simply a means to explore how the other kind of mentality worked. Maybe it was just a way to prove that opposites attract. Well, she now knew that they don't. They repel. Only like minded people can live together in harmony.

"You know Y/N, opposites don't attract."

Dazai said after a while.

She was shocked at how he was thinking along the same lines as she was; but was quick to mask her surprise.

"But not all similar people do well in a relationship, either. So how does one figure out if he'll have a chance with someone?"

She fixated her gaze on his dimly lit face, admiring the sharp and chiseled features.

"I feel that people with similar personalities attract."

He took a long drag of his cigarette.

"I don't think so. Think about two depressed people in a relationship. Things can only go wrong in such a situation. "

"Depression isn't a personality, Dazai. It's a disorder, something that can be treated. With proper treatment and guidance, maybe the pair will be able to live in harmony."

She got up, crushing her cigarette in the ash tray.

"I have another one."

"I'm not going to get a smoke. I'm going to sleep. I have to go through a couple of documents with the company, so that I can begin working with them on Monday."

They both went in, Dazai shutting the large German door of the balcony.

"Oh, yeah, you got hired. I completely forgot about that."

She grinned at him, posing and flicking her hair.

"Ofcourse I did. It'll be ridiculous to reject an amazing, talented and beautiful candidate like me!"

Snickers could be heard as they made their way to Dazai's closet.

Pulling out a set of clothes for her, he asked, "So, should I sleep on the couch, or are you OK to give up the bedroom?"

"You literally have four bedrooms, Dazai."

"Oh, but if you sleep on the couch, it'll be like a typical 'girl sleeps at friend's house, who's a boy, and they are only friends' scenario!"

Giggling, she smacks his arm, snatching her clothes and walking to her designated room.

"Shut up, idiot. I'm going to sleep in my room!"

"Technically, it's my room!"

"Oh please! You're my best friend, so technically this is my house!"

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Friends share everything, you know. They share their feelings, food, sometimes houses,"

"Very smart. How convenient 🙄. "

Dazai pouted as he followed her, seating himself on the edge of her bed.

She frequented his place so much, that one of the rooms was practically hers. It even had a few of her soft toys and pillows, and a few books by the bedside.

"Why are you so salty anyways?"

She asked,scooting over to make some space for him. He gladly accepted the extra space, and shifted to sit beside her.

"You didn't share your ice-cream with me."

She furrowed her brows, trying to remember what he's talking about.

Suddenly, she remembered. Her eyes widened, and she began laughing.

"Don't laugh! It hurt my feelings!"

She buckled over, still shamelessly laughing at his face.

"That- that was two months ago!"

...

"Brat, why isn't Dazai here yet?"

Kunikida asked Atsushi, who was completing his paper work.

Atsushi sweatdropped, having no idea where he was. He had been to his mentor's quarters today morning, wanting to wish him a good morning, only to find that he wasn't there.

"I- I don't know, Kunikida-san... he wasn't in his room today morning, so I figured he was here..."

Kunikida's anger was visible, as his face turned red, and if someone looked closely enough, they would spot smoke coming out of his ears.

"I'm going to kill him when he arrives, I swear to God, I'll punch his-"

"Ohoho~ Just who is Kunikida going to beat up?"

Dazai walked through the door, hands in his pockets.

"Dazai, you jerk, you're three hours late! Explain yourself!"

Dazai smirked.

"I don't need to explain anything to anyone."

He tilted his head, glaring at Kunikida with hooded eyes.

"Let alone someone as vile as you."

Atsushi gasped. Dazai had never been hostile towards anyone in the agency before. This was new. And scary. He gulped, deciding to flee from the scene. He grabbed his laptop, and rushed over to an empty cabin.

Kunikida was shocked. Obviously, Dazai knew about his breakup. He didn't expect him to side her, though. He had thought that Dazai will defend him. He felt betrayed.

He recovered quickly, and strode over to Dazai, grabbing his collar.

"Listen to me, this is none of your business-"

Dazai flipped him and pushed him towards the wall. He grabbed Kunikida's collar, and glared down at him.

"No, you listen to me."

His tone sent shivers down Kunikida's spine.

"What you did is unforgivable. Now, face the consequences."

Yo, yo, yo! Howdy? How's it?? Lemme know!

I keep saying this, but it will all make sense soon.. actually, the next chapter will spice things up, and y'all will finally understand why it's titled 'Triagonal Heartache'

Stay tuned for more! Sheesh, I feel like a youtuber lol