#this is so fucking embarrassing like you’re THE OWNER OF THIS BUSINESS and you can’t pay attention to your wholesale orders? pathetic.

[mildmayfoxe]

i busted my ass the last two days at work to get three wholesale orders going out today finished even though it’s NOT my job (& in fact to detriment of my actual job) because neither of the two people responsible started them over the weekend (like they should have) or even as far as i know realized they existed & neither of them said anything to me about it in either thanks or apology when i came in today, the first time i’ve seen them this week. lmao. ok! see if i pick up your slack again!

[charliemwrites]

Woo woo woo snarf

Content: Privacy Invasion, Voyeurism, Possessive Behavior, Non-Con Touching, Dirty Talk

Things have been… wrong around the house. It’s been a slow escalation, a proverbial boiling of the frog. Glasses in the dish washer when you thought you left them in the sink. Blankets you left in a heap neatly folded. Food missing from the fridge and misplaced laundry.

Things you could write off as forgetfulness, as thoughtless habits borne of living alone for so long.

That is… until the t-shirt. It’s very clearly a man’s. Just… a white undershirt. But it’s not your size and smells unfamiliar even after a wash with your own clothes - like cologne or aftershave. Masculine.

Until the boot prints in the snow outside your house, still just visible even after Johnny unknowingly bounds through it.

Your mind scrambles to excuse it.

The t-shirt could be your ex’s. You did just pull out the winter gear; it could be left over from last year, something you didn’t manage to weed out. (Even if it smells nothing like your ex. Smells…. better.)

And you’re not far from some pretty popular hiking trails. Hikers sometimes pass through your yard. (Thought they never come that close to the house…. especially not since you got Johnny)

Johnny’s the only reason you haven’t gone full paranoid. He’s so protective, you can’t imagine anyone getting close to, never mind in, the house without him making a huge, bloody fuss.

Probably just cabin fever, you tell yourself. You need to go out more. Reach out to the friends you don’t see enough.

Johnny seems restless the first time you start dressing for a night out. You soothe him with a big hug.

“I’m just going to see Sarah and Mel. You like them, baby.” His ears perk, head tilting at the familiar names. You smile and press a kiss to the very top of his nose. “Next time I’ll have them come see you.”

When you come home, he’s torn up your favorite “date night” dress. You groan and scold him, but still allow him to plaster himself to your side when you climb into bed.

The next time you go out with them, you see a semi-familiar face in the little low-key bar. Soap. Can’t believe you remember his name months later, but then again he’s difficult to forget. Seared into your mind like a warning and a temptation. End up staring at him a little too hard, shocked to see him in the bar you and your friends have picked.

When he catches you looking, he grins like you’re an old friend, tips his head and his beer with a wink. Your friends notice, encourage you to say hi. But you wave them off, blushing, and they understand your introversion enough not to push.

He still manages to corner you when you go to the restroom. (Alone, for fucks sake. You should know better). All you see is a shadow in the hall, backlit by the bar. When you shift closer to the wall to let them pass, they turn and nearly pin you.

“Fancy seein’ you again,” a deep Scottish brogue rumbles. Too close to your ear; the bar music isn’t nearly loud enough to excuse it. “Out with your sister again?”

It takes you a second to recover, a bit shocked that he really does remember you. And far, far too aware of how close he’s standing, the heat of his body seeping into you.

“A couple friends, actually.”

“Still no boyfriend, eh? That pup o’ yours still a maneater like his owner?”

Your mouth drops open, offended and befuddled in equal measures.

“Wha— well, yes, he is. Not that it’s any of your business.”

He chuckles, eyes twinkling in the shadows. Amused and just a touch condescending. Your face floods with heat as he braces his arm on the wall above your head. He smells good, too good. Familiar?

“Prefer pussy m’self,” he says, “but most animals love me. Bet I could win you both over.”

You make an audible “agh!” noise, embarrassed by the crassness.

“Who says that?!” you protest.

He keeps talking, like you’ve said nothing at all.

“Promise I’d get your kitty purrin’ nice and loud if I pet ‘er,” he says, voice low and rough. “Play with ‘er all sweet like. Might even give ‘er a little kiss…”

The alcohol and having your friends nearby makes you brave.

“Not on your life.”

Again, he chuckles, fingers of his other hand skimming your side.

“Never say never, hen.”

You bite back a telling gasp. God it’s been way too long if you’re getting keyed up by this creep barely touching you.

It’s only because he’s sinfully hot and your pussy is a shallow bitch, you tell yourself.

“My friends are missing me,” you say, trying to extricate yourself.

He hums, steps closer before you can wriggle away, nearly pancaking you to the wall.

“I’m missing you.”

“You don’t know me enough to miss me,” you snort and push against his chest. He’s thick. Firm with conditioned muscle, broader than you realized in the dim - nearly dark - hall by the bathroom. If he didn’t want to move, you couldn’t make him.

But he finally relents, sidling a step back.

“Give me a chance to? Here.”

You don’t know where he gets a pen from, and he moves far too fast for you to stop before he’s tugging your shirt aside. You don’t know where he got a marker from but you feel the rough drag of it across your collarbone, the sting of it in your nose.

“Call me sometime and I’ll make good on my offer.”

He caps the pen, drops a kiss on your cheek like it’s his right, and swagger off - presumably to the restroom.

You scurry back your table, careful to hide whatever he wrote on your skin. It feels like it burns for the rest of the night until you get home.

Johnny greets you at the door with a huge canine smile. Again, focusing on all the spots where soap touched you. Unlike his usual reaction to the scent of unfamiliar men lingering on you, Johnny’s tail wags. You huff.

“Don’t you dare prove him right,” you huff, sidestepping your overgrown teddy bear to go to the bathroom. Your tug your shirt aside and stare at the phone number scrawled across your skin. There’s even a cheeky little heart at the end.

Johnny’s followed you, per usual, and you meet his eyes seriously.

“I know I told you that you’re only allowed to bite my ex….. but I might make an exception for a little nip.”

Johnny tilts his head as you begin stripping down, grumbling under your breath.

“Men like him shouldn’t be allowed to know how attractive they are. It’s fucking criminal.”

You start up the shower, about to step in, only for Johnny to start whining and crying. So loud and raucous that you almost think he’s been injured somehow. But no, he just staring up at you mournfully, ears back and tail down.

“Big baby,” you mock-scold, “what’s the matter, huh? You need me to keep you company while you potty?”

Johnny just keeps whining and crying so you roll your eyes and climb in, ignoring how he goes up in pitch. You scrub at the phone number aggressively, but even then the permanent marker has soaked into your skin and left a stain.

“Mother fucker…” you can barely hear yourself over Johnny. You finish up and whip the curtain open, hands on your hips. It must startle him because he pauses to stare.

“It’s a lot, bud. A lot,” you scold. “Too much, even.”

He subsides with one last grumble and seems to sulk for the rest of the night. Won’t even let himself be bribed with a treat. When you climb into bed with him, he faces away from you (even though he’s still plastered to your side).

“So dramatic,” you sigh affectionately, burying your face in his coat. He smells like pine. “It’s okay, though, big guy. You’re still the only one for me.”

In the morning, you find Soap’s number scrawled on a sticky note. Huh, you must have been a little tipsier than you thought.

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[florencebirdsong]

Bad Decisions

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Sharing Is Caring - Chapter 1/3

Summary: Rio allows Agatha a turn with her pet.

Tags: fingering (r recieving), light degradation, owner/pet dynamics, but not any actual pet play in the fic itself, I couldn’t squeeze it in :(, Mistress Agatha, Sir Rio, teasing, orgasm denial, oral fixation, brief mention of drooling, boot worship/humping, petting, light hair pulling, switch used for caning mentioned, Agatha is stressed and horny

Words: 2k+ | AO3

Authors Note: Not enough Agatha x Rio x Reader and I had a craving so here we are.

Side note: Agatha never calls Teen pet in this universe

“Come, pet,” Agatha says as she walked off.

You take two steps before realising that Agatha is not in charge of you. You turn to Rio who looks highly amused. She jerks her chin in Agatha’s direction.

“Tell me about it later.”

Embarrassment and anticipation runs through you. It’s highly unlikely the other women in the group don’t know what’s happening. But the way Rio will react when you recount every detail of what Agatha did to you sends shivers down your spine.

The only reason nothing has happened in front of them is because there’s a teenager here as well.

You hurry after Agatha. She’s got the patience of a killer but she doesn’t like waiting when she doesn’t need to.

As soon as you’re out of sight of the others Agatha slams you against a tree. Her lips are on yours in a heartbeat and her hand reaches up to grope your breast. She doesn’t say anything, just kisses you like she can consume you. You’ve missed her. 

She doesn’t waste time. Her hand slips under your waistband and she’s pushing two fingers inside of you without preamble.

A pained whine escapes you. You’re embarrassingly wet so there’s no friction but the sudden stretch is deliciously painful.

“You’re so tight,” she licks her bottom lip. “I can’t remember a time when you weren’t gaping. Has Rio not been looking after you?”

She slams her fingers into you again the second you go start to speak, turning your words into a choked noise.

“Poor thing,” she coos mockingly. “Your pussy has just been aching for a good fucking, hasn’t it?”

You’re too busy moaning to respond. Not that there’s a safe way to respond to that question with Rio around the bend.

Her fingers curl and you finally give in and cling to her. She presses against that spongy bit inside of you and laughs lowly at the way you curl around her.

“Still so easy, huh pet?”

You try to deny it with a whine but your slick is dripping down her hand.

“I think you are,” she says and slips a third finger in on her next thrust. Your cry turns into a moan as her thumb rubs your clit. “One word from me and a nod from your owner and you’re a dripping mess.”

You moan and bury your head in her neck.

“I bet you would have done anything to have my hands on you again,” she curls her fingers again. “Say yes mistress.”

“Yes, mistress,” you manage to gasp. She rewards you with firm circles around your clit that has electricity shooting up your spine.

“I’ll be nice and let you come. But only this once. The others won’t be given so easily.”

Your toes curl. Others. You pray Rio allows it. Just imagining it, Rio’s tongue on your tits while Agatha fucks you to completion has you hurtling toward the edge.

“Ah ah,” Agatha says and slows when you are moments from your peak, “Say thank you mistress.”

“Thank you mistress,” you repeat instantly. You arch desperately when she doesn’t speed up again.

“Say you belong to me,” her voice so low it scratches that thing in the back of your brain. 

Your mouth falls open but no sound comes out. You can’t. You can’t and Agatha knows that. She’s well aware of the magic binding you to Rio.

“Just four little words.”

No matter how hard you try you can’t force anything other than a whine out.

“Pity,” she says and pulls away. Your legs are too weak to hold you and you fall to your knees.

“Wait, wait, please,” you gasp and reach for her, “I’ll be good. You said I could come. Please let me come.”

Her smile is sharp.

“You can’t very well be good and come without your owners permission, can you?”

It’s hard to think through the haze but your fingers slacken when realisation hits you. This was either going to end with an edge or bent over Rio’s knee.

“Aw, don’t give me that pathetic face,” she runs wet fingers down your cheek. “You know it only makes me want to hurt you more.”

It’s always been a hard decision between a punishment from Agatha or one from Rio, and it’s a position they loved to put you in. But you haven’t seen Agatha in decades.

You lightly grasp her wrist and pull her wet fingers to your mouth. Her eyes darken again as you gently wrap your lips around them, moaning at your own taste.

It’s only when your tongue brushes them that she warningly says, “Careful.”

It doesn’t deter you.

She presses down on your tongue and your eyes roll back as fuzz begins to fill your brain again.

“I can never remember whether you always had such a fixation with things on your tongue or if we trained it into you.”

She nudges her foot between your leg. 

“Let’s see if you can come just from this, shall we?”

You have before, but that was with Agatha using her magic to add an extra sensation. 

Agatha begins to slowly run her fingers back and forth and your hips follow the same rhythm.

The pressure isn’t anything like she can give you with her hands but it’s outweighed by the feeling of her on your tongue. A light scrape of her nails has lightning travelling down your spine and right to your clit. 

You moan and press closer to her, barely aware of the drool sliding down your chin.

You finally find an angle that brings sweet pressure on your clit. You grind desperately against her. Your rhythm non-existent, chaotic and choppy.

What should be slow builds fast with Agatha’s fingers in your mouth. The heat grows until it’s unbearable and you desperate fuck yourself against her boot as the fear she’ll make you stop grows.

She doesn’t. Instead, she presses down hard with her fingers and drinks in your expression as you cross the edge.

Your moan is a garbled mess as pleasure washes over you and you barely manage to keep your eyes cracked open as you come, desperate to see every minute shift of Agatha’s expression.

Her removing her fingers from your mouths feels just as bad as when removes them from your core but you try not to be too greedy and stay quiet.

She wipes her fingers on her pants as the aftershocks fade. You slump fully against her leg and she gently runs a hand through your hair. Footsteps sound but you can’t be bothered to worry.

Agatha’s hand stills the moment the person comes into view. The fact she didn’t pull completely away means it isn’t Teen. Which leaves one other person.

“Looks like someone’s been a naughty girl,” Rio says as she comes up behind you.

You muster a whine and nudge Agatha’s hand again. You don’t want her to go back to her frosty mask. It hurts.

She starts patting you again but doesn’t take her eyes off Rio.

“Taking things that aren’t yours again, sweetheart?” Rio asks.

“Is it considered taking when she threw herself at my feet?”

You can feel Rio’s dark gaze turn to you. 

“Is that so?” her fingers curl in your hair and yank your head back. She leans down to kiss you. It’s obvious she tastes your wetness when her tongue dips between your lips and she moans. “Very naughty. You know I’m the only one allowed to taste your cunt.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whimper, subconsciously starting to grind on Agatha’s boot again.

“Ah,” Rio pulls your hair so you go up on your knees.

“She’s so desperate,” Agatha observes. “Are you sure you’ve been properly fucking of her?”

“She’s always desperate,” Rio snorts, “Or have you forgotten all the times she’s begged for attention moments after coming?”

“It’s hard to forget,” Agatha murmurs and runs her fingers down your cheek again. “What do you think your punishment should be, pet?”

Your heart pounds. It’s always a trick question.

“Spanking?” you try. It’s not like they have the usual toys readily available. Although there are a lot of trees around, “Or maybe a switch?” since you technically broke one of Rio’s major rules, even though it was with Agatha.

“Always so creative,” Agatha says as she digs her nails into your cheek. That along with her praise and Rio’s tight grip has you humping the air. “Rio?” Agatha asks. A surprise to your hazy mind.

“Sounds fun. I haven’t used one in a long time,” her grip loosen and she runs her nails over the tender spot she’s created. You shiver. “Why don’t you pick one? I’ll even let you have the first round. It has been a while since you’ve had her.”

Round? A heady mix of fear and arousal rushes through you.

“And we both know how much you like to watch,” Agatha counters. 

You can’t see Rio’s face but it’s easy to imagine when Agatha quirks her eyebrow.

Agatha turns to find a switch she likes and Rio turns her attention back on you.

“Now,” she says and kneels down behind you, “How do we want you?” Her hands run down your sides.

Ass in the air, most likely. But a rhetorical question is dangerous to answer when you’re in trouble.

Rio unbuttons your pants and slips her hand inside to find you absolutely soaked from your orgasm. She moans against the skin of your neck and runs her fingers through your folds. She seems to lose herself for a moment, lips and teeth running over skin as her fingers begin to circle your clit. A hint of the true effect of watching Agatha’s hold over you.

You try to stay still but her fingers are so light that you can’t help pushing closer. It snaps her out of it and a second later you’re on your back.

“How does on your back sound? So we can see that pretty face cry,” she says as she climbs on top of you. She traces the path your tears will take with a single finger.

“Yes, sir,” you say quietly.

She grins and begins unbuttoning your shirt, one she had picked just for Agatha. She doesn’t bother to take it completely off. Instead, she arranges it to part slightly. Another tease for Agatha.

You must look quite the sight, hair mussed, shirt and your pants undone. Your lips parted and wet.

She looks like she wants to devour you. It’s a miracle she’s letting Agatha ruin you first.

“But where should I sit? I need a good view to enjoy the show,” Rio muses, her hands slipping under the edges of your shirt to lightly run her nails down your sides. Your muscles jump at the feeling which earns a pleased look from her.

“I do so enjoy your face, pet, but I think I’d rather watch the damage our dear Agatha will inflict on that pretty skin of yours.”

She slips off you and then behind. She gently tugs you between her legs and you melt into her like you’ve done a thousand times.

Instead of teasing you like normal, she readjusts the opening of your shirt. She’s definitely missed Agatha if she isn’t sneaking in even a little bit of touch. She hums consideringly in your ear and your pants disappear. Her fingers pull at the waistband of your panties and snaps it against your skin before those disappear too.

Cool air washes against your hot, slick skin and your hips twitch. Rio laughs lowly in your ear.

“She’s really done a number on you, hasn’t she pet?”

You turn your head to try and hide your face in her neck. Just one of them has always been overwhelming. Now that you have them both playing with you again your desperation is no secret.

Footsteps approach and Rio grabs your chin and forces you to look.

You whimper when you see Agatha with more than one stick and try to squirm out of Rio’s grip. Thin toys sting so badly, especially when they’re wood. But the birch rod - a bundle of sticks wrapped tightly together? There’ll be little relief from the pain for a long while yet.

You should’ve stuck with the spanking. You knew it was a trick question, they always add a twist. Why did you choose the harsher option first? Whatever they added to the spanking likely wouldn’t have been so bad. Unless they punished you for thinking you could get off easy.

“Behave,” Rio says warningly, “You know you deserve it.”

You swallow.

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[yourlocalmerchgirl]

Your Person

Bobby Goren X neurodivergent F!reader

Summary: Bobby has spent most if his life feeling like he didn't belong, that it wasn't possible for him to connect with someone the way everyone else does, that is until me meets you, his person.

Warnings: Cannon level violence and language. So much fluff, love and acceptance. mentions of Panic, anxiety and death/dying. Minimal use of Y/N. Very little physical description of reader

Authors note: This is story was a labor of love and my love letter to Bobby Goren and the way Vincent D'Onofrio played him. I've never connected with or seen myself represented in a character the way I do with Bobby Goren. I dont think you need to of seen Law and Order: Criminal Intent to enjoy this story.

The midsummer sun shinned down on Bobby’s face as he walked to the coffee shop. The sun feels similar to warmth that spreads throughout his chest whenever he sees you. The smile you always give him. God that smile. It’s different than the smile you give everyone else around you.

He can’t help but smile thinking about the day you met. How flustered and embarrassed you were when you’d run into him causing his coffee to spill everywhere. How he felt something tug In his chest when your big hazel eyes looked into his when you realized it spilled on him. He wanted to wrap his arms around you and tell you it was ok when it was clear you were prepared to be yelled at.

Bobby knew the moment he started falling for you. He tried to fight it at first because it scared the shit out of him. Pretty much resigning to the fact that he’d always be alone. His job was demanding, which was hard for a lot people to deal with. So he had stopped entraining anything that wasn’t serious. He wanted someone to share a life with, someone that would accept him, quarks and all. So he didn’t want to waste what little free time he had with someone who only wanted sex.

As he dips into the cafe the cashier greets him with a tired smile.

“Welcome in, just to let you know we close in 10 minutes”

“No problem, I’ll have a large coffee cream and sugar”

“Oh, Ah is (y/n) in today?”

“Umm I’m going to grab the owner” she replies eyeing him suspiciously.

Bobby doesn’t blame her, she doesn’t know him, he hasn’t been in, in about a month. She’s doing the safe thing by getting someone.

“Hey, theres this guy out front that I’ve never seen before asking for Y/N”

“Ok, I’ll go up and check it out. Why don’t you start your end of day tasks”

Stacey makes her way to the front to see who’s asking for you. She’s very happy to see it’s Bobby, the one person you’ve really taking a liking too since he started coming in.

“Hey Bobby, sorry about that”

“It’s no problem, I know she was just being safe, doing the right thing”

“She’s here, back in her usual spot doing some ordering on her laptop” Stacey says as she hands him his coffee.

“I wont stay long, I know your trying to close up”

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you want. She’ll be really happy to see you, but you didn’t hear that from me” Stacey chuckles.

She’ll be happy to see me?

Bobby is rounding the corner into the seating area at the exact moment you happen to look up from your laptop.

The way you light up sends a sea of warmth crashing against his chest. He waves awkwardly and you return the wave.

“Hi” he say unable to contain the smile dancing across his face.

“Bobby! Hi. You’re alright?” The smile creeps across your face.

“What do you mean I’m alright?” He asks tilting his head to the side to watch your expression as he sits.

Fuck. You can feel your skin heating up as you pull your eyes down too your laptop.

He realizes by your reaction that he sounded accusatory when he didn’t mean too.

“I didn’t mean for that to sound that way”

“I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just been a while since I’d seen you in…uh not that I expect you to come in. I know you’re busy. I um just was worried when it had been a while.” At this point youre face is on fire, you’re making an absolute fool of yourself with your word vomit.

She worries about me

“We’ve had several intense cases back to back. We pretty much were working around the clock. Only went home to sleep. Not that I was really sleeping either.” He says studying you intently, trying desperately to figure out if you feel the palpable connection that’s between the two of you.

“I wish I’d know, I would have brought some stuff from the cafe down for you and your partner.”

“That’s really very sweet of you”

“It’s not like you come in everyday, but regularly enough that I just thought something might of happened to you in the line of duty” you say without thinking, almost like you’d forgotten you were talking to him.

Bobby tilts his head trying to look at your face.

“You really were worried about me. I didn’t mean to worry you”

The realization crashing down on you like a brick. Fuck. I really said that out loud.

“I ah. Man I’m saying a lot of things. I’m sorry I’m trying not to be weird. Didn’t really mean to say that out loud” you say dragging your hands down your face as you pull your eyes up to find him already looking at you.

His deep brown eyes are soft, his smile kind as he watches you.

“No it’s not like that. It’s nice to know someone’s worried about me.”

“I’m sure lots of people are worried about you, you’re pretty awesome.”

OH MY GOD. I need to stop talking. What the hell am I doing. This man is not interested in my flattery. Where is literally anyone to cut into this conversation to save me from myself.

Just then as if you materialized her yourself you notice Stacey over Bobby’s shoulder coming towards the two of you.

“Did our girl over here tell you she’s testing out some new recipes for the bakery case? And that she’s knocking it out of park?”

“No she didn’t, she must of forgotten to tell me how much of a badass she is.”

Your face is beat read at that point, meanwhile the both of them are smiling ear to ear talking about you.

“Yea she’s like that, she’s too modest really. I tell her all the time she needs to brag about her pastries more often”

“Man you two are quiet the pair today” you laugh

“Besides, why brag about myself, I’m just an average baker. I’m no Gordon Ramsay”

“I don’t see Gordon Ramsay making apple danishes and apple bread. I bet you could kick his ass” Stacey adds as you all begin to laugh.

Bobby relishes bring included in this moment of banter. Seeing how light and free you are when your wall is completely down and there’s no anxiety in sight.

“I’d love to try them, can I?” Bobby cuts in.

He doesn’t miss the way your face lights up at his comment.

“Sure, I think there’s still some left from my test batch this morning let me go check”

You say before going out back to check.

“Can I ask you something about her?” Bobby asks, his voice soft with a hint of hesitation.

“Of corse you can, though I might not give you a answer”

Bobby can’t help but smile at Stacey’s direct protectiveness of you. He’s happy you have a friend like her.

“Does she have a boyfriend?”

“No she doesn’t” Stacey says arching your eyebrow in curiosity.

“Do you think she’d want to go to dinner with me?”

Stacey looks over her shoulder to see if you were coming before answering.

“I’m going to be real honest for a second. Yes, honestly I think she would love to go to dinner with you. She really enjoys when you come in and truly was worried something had happened to you when you didn’t for a while. But with that being said don’t ask her if you’re not serious about going actually. Don’t ask her just to blow her off or to only get what you want when it’s convenient for you.”

“I get where your coming from”

“I’m not trying to say you’re the type to do that. She just-she has a big heart and people love to take advantage of that. She doesn’t trust or open up easy. At times she has crippling anxiety. So just be patient with her. Your smart and perspective, I’m sure you’ve noticed that her anxiety eases when she sees that you’re here”

Bobby knows exactly what Stacey’s talking about. He picked up on your anxiety immediately, notcing that over time when he’d come in at peak times you’d sometimes be drowning in your anxiety. But he swore you’d look up and connect eyes with you and he’d see your expression soften, your body become less tense. He always thought it was his eyes playing tricks on him, letting himself see what he wanted to see. But Stacey confirming it was real made the fire in his chest burn hotter.

As they can hear you coming back Stacey leans in quickly to Bobby so you don’t hear.

“She finds comfort in you, please don’t take that for granted”

Bobby nods, you’re too close now to respond. He appreciates the serious heart to heart with Stacey.

“Hey sorry it took so long, I think they taste better heated up so I was waiting for the little oven to heat up so I could warm them up for you”

“Well I’ll leave you guys to it, I’ll be in the office for a bit doing payroll. Welcome back Bobby, it was nice to see you” Stacey offers before leaving the two of you alone.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to go through all that trouble for me”

“Oh no it’s no worries, really. Oh I ah should have asked do you need it packed up? You probably need to get back to work.”

“Im actually all done for the day. But I can go, I’m sure you want to go home.” Bobby says as he starts to stand, worried he’s over stayed his welcome.

“Oh ok, here let me pack these up for you”

You’re disappointed, Bobby can tell by your tone. He feels clueless navigating stuff like this sometimes. He never wants to come off as over baring or clingy, he’s been sold so many times that needy guys aren’t attractive.

“It was nice to see you today, hope you like the pastries” you offer unable to tamp down your smile. There was just something about Bobby that drew you too him, that made you feel like there’s this electricity between the two of you.

Bobby’s half way through the doorway when he doubles back. His hearts pounding but he just has to do it.

“Sorry, one more thing. Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?”

“Like…on a date?” You ask shifting on your feet nervously. It couldn’t be could it?

“Yes, If you’d want that. If not id still like to go as friends.” Bobby wonders if you can see if his heart pounding in is chest because, fuck- he was nervous.

“I’d really like that…to go on a date with you”

A genuine smile rolls so quickly over both of your faces as both of you look at each other in awe.

You go around the counter to get a piece of paper and a pen.

“Here, this is my number just let me know when it works with your schedule and I can make it work with mine”

“Heres mine as well”

The way your fingers graze his when you take his card send electricity shooting through his whole body.

“I’m off the whole week because of all the over time I’ve worked, are you free tomorrow or is that to short notice?”

“No, that works for me I can do that”

Your smile makes Goren feel like he’s the only person in the world.

“Does 5 o’clock work?”

“Works for me”

“Where can I pick you up?”

“You can pick me up here”

“Oh ah I don’t want to rush you, making you get ready here”

“Oh” you let out a little laugh. “I just live upstairs. Stacey and I both do”

“Just ring the buzzer for Apartment 1 next to the graffiti covered door and I’ll come right down”

——————————————————————

The buzzer sounds as you quickly pad across your apartment to the call box.

“Hello”

“Hey it’s Bobby, sorry I’m a little early”

“It’s ok, let me grab my shoes and I’ll be right down”

Bobby fidgets with his hands, rubbing his thumb into the palm of the opposite hand while he waits.

He can’t help the smile that comes at just hearing the door click open and it only grows as you open the door and step out on to the sidewalk. The way the early evening sun hits you makes you look ethereal.

“You look beautiful, I like your dress” Bobby beams.

“Thank you so much, I had to get it when I saw it, but never had a reason to wear it” you smile.

“You look very handsome” you try to turn away but he catches a glimpse of you blushing. Bobby thinks it’s so cute when to get shy like this.

“I really like your suite, it’s a nice color on you” you say reaching over and rubbing the fabric between your index finger and thumb. “It’s soft too” you say with a smile.

Bobby lets out a content hum, the sound makes you painfully aware that you actually did in-fact feel the fabric of his suite coat.

“Oh god I’m sorry” you say pulling your focus to the ground. “I have this bad habit of feeling the texture of things”

“It’s ok, I get it. You’re a tactile person. Please don’t feel bad. I also have a bad habit of touching things. Picking things up and checking them out or playing with them. And most people really don’t like it when you touch their stuff. I try not to but I just can’t help myself.”

“You can feel my dress if you want”

Bobby can’t help but smile at the gesture and the meaning behind it.

His finger tips lightly graze the bare skin of your arm as he takes the fabric of your sleeve between his fingers.

The little giggle that bubbles out of you when the sensation of his touch tickles you leaves him breathless.

To any just passerby this scene unfolding must look awkward. And it is, but it is the must beautiful kind of awkward. The both of you showing vulnerable glimpses of yourselves to one another and being met with nothing but acceptance.

“Do you like Italian food? There’s a great place near here I thought I could take you too, if you’d like”

“I love Italian, that sounds great”

The two of you fall into comfortable small talk as you walk to the restaurant.

The two of you are met with a warm happy welcome when you walk into a quaint restaurant.

“Welcome back, Bobby! Your usual table and meal tonight?” The hostess says with a smile.

He comes here often

“I…ah actually would like table for two tonight” Bobby responds as he turns to smile at you.

“Wonderful, right this way” the waitress beams

“Their food is very good here. The veal parmesan is my favorite but you really can’t go wrong with anything here”

“Can I get anything else to drink besides water for the two of you?”

“I’ll have a glass of red wine please”

“And for you miss?”

“Oh, just water is ok for me”

“I’ll ah I’ll just stick with water too”

“No, no it’s ok, please have the wine”

“Sorry I should have asked if you were ok with alcohol.”

“Really it’s ok. It’s not like that. I just… I’m admittedly very nervous about tonight so if I mix that with alcohol, I’ll just talk your ear off” you laugh.

“I think I’d like that” he smiles. He could listen to you talk all night long.

It’s at this point you’re painfully aware that the restaurant is getting very busy. A huge party arrived taking over one whole side of the tiny space. You’re trying to ignore it, to just focus on the sound of Bobby’s soothing voice. You so badly want tonight to go well, and certainly having a panic attack within the middle of the restaurant would not help in that.

The two of you order dinner, as the loud drone of conversations are crashing together. Your heart starts pounding as all the chatter becomes impossible to sort through. You squirming around in your seat as you try to sooth yourself doesn’t go unnoticed by Bobby. He sees your pulse quickening in the glow of the restaurant, as your eyes squeeze shut. He knows right away you’re having a panic attack without you having to say anything as he springs into action.

Quietly he goes up to the hostess, explaining that you’re not feeling well and asks to pay for dinner and for it to-go.

When he turns back you’re gripping the table so tightly your knuckles are white.

Bobby kneels down next to you,smoothing his hand up and down your back. The way you relax into his touch fills his chest with that familiar warm sensation.

“Why don’t we go” he softly says into your ear.

I really fucking did it now

Letting out a pained sigh you slowly stand. You can’t even bring yourself to look at him as he guides the two of you out of the restaurant, his hand never leaving your lower back.

“Are you ok?” He tilts his head trying to look at your face.

You can feel yourself retreated further and further inward, embarrassed and upset with yourself.

“I should go, I’m sorry I ruined your night. Thank you for taking me out, or atleast trying too”

You turn to walk away but Bobby reaches out for your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

“Please wait. I’ll take you home if you’d like. But you need to know you’d your not ruining my night.”

“That’s very nice of you but…” you start but Bobby cuts you off when he sees tears in your eyes.

“Hey, do you like ice cream? What if we got ice cream and walked around the park?

“Wait you want to continue our date by getting ice cream when we couldn’t even get though dinner”

“I won’t tell if you won’t” Bobby smirks

“Ok” you smile

“Maybe there will be a lot of ducks at the pound” you say smiling up at him as the two of you exit the ice cream parlor.

“You like animals” it’s less of a question and more of making a mental note out loud.

“I do. I love animals. I like them more than most people because all they want is to give and receive unconditional love. They don’t judge you. They’re just there for you.”

“I never thought about it that way, but you’re right. It really is unfair that some of us have to feel that way.”

“It is because I don’t think you ever fully get used to being an acquired for most people. I just wish It hadn’t taken me so long to realize most people were just using me.”

Bobby’s both saddened and surprised by your comment. On one hand it hurts him that you’ve ever had to feel this way, that you’ve had to experience that same kind of loneliness. And on the other hand he’s never had someone pull the thoughts right out of his own head, to be able put to words to what that exact feeling is like.

A thought occurred to Bobby- Would she let me hold her hand. Before he can stop himself hes sliding his hand softly down your fore arm to lace his fingers with yours.

“Is this ok?” Bobby asks bashfully asks as the two of you enter the park.

The way you lock eyes with him when you answer, the way you’re filled with pure happiness radiating off of you makes the breath catch in his throat. He’s never felt this free before with anyone and he’s prepared to make sure you feel that you’ll always feel that way too.

—————————————————————-

That one date turned into the two of you seeing eachother every day that week that Bobby was off.

That week turned into months, 4 months to be exact and as you burst onto the street below, your arms full of bags Bobby cant remember a time he was happier.

“What’s all this?” He laughs as he takes the bags as you two wait for a cab to his place.

“We havnt gotten to see each other in a couple weeks, I though I could cook dinner for us and we could just relax, watch some movies or read.”

“You don’t have to go through all that trouble”

“Well I want too, besides I got a new cookbook with some of the gift cards you gave me for the bookstore. So there’s some stuff I’ve been dying to make.

“ you know.. you didn’t have to do that you know. You didn’t have to send that gift card over”

“I know. But I was upset I couldn’t take you to the book store to get that new book you’ve been excited about. Were you able to get it?”

“Yes! I was able to get the last signed edition they had” you beam up at him, unable to contain your excitement.

“I havnt finished it yet, but it’s so good Bobby! I brought it so you could see it, can I show you?”

“Of course” he smiles as he leans against you, looking on as you show him the book.

“Do you mind if shower quickly?”

“Of course, no rush. I’ll get started on dinner. Take your time, don’t worry about me” you coo, wrapping your arms around his neck as you push yourself up on your tippy toes to kiss him.

As Bobby wipes the steam covered mirror with his towel he can’t help but stare at his own reflection, desperate to see himself the way you see him. Everything about being around you feels like a dream, still In disbelief that a girl like you would choose to spend time with him. That a girl like you who’s so kind, patient and loving wants him in her world.

Bobby knew he wasn’t for everyone, that most people thought he was to weird, obsessive and by the book. He had a short fuse when it came to other peoples bullshit and could be somewhat of a loose cannon but the moment someone made comments about him he would shrink back into himself because deep down he always believed their hateful words.

But when you look at him, your eyes are always filled with a level of love and empathy that he’s never received from anyone before. Bobby knows he’s weird, that there’s a lot about himself and his personality that he can’t help. When it comes to you though he feels free, he never feels out of place or like he doesn’t fit into society when he’s with you.

The sight of you swaying to the music you have on as you cook makes his heart thunder in his chest.

I love this women

“Dance with me for a moment while dinner cooks” Bobby whispers, his breath fanning your neck as he wraps his arms around you nuzzling into you.

“I don’t know how too” you giggle, never getting enough when he’s like this- clingy and playfully romantic.

“It’s ok, follow my lead. I’ll teach you.” Bobby relishes moments like this. He loved teaching you things.

“There, that’s it, just like that” he coos as the two of you glide around the kitchen.

You let out the cutest content hum as you buried your face in his chest. He gradually slows the two of you to a stop as he holds you In the middle of the kitchen.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks kissing the crown of your head.

You tilt your head up to find his deep brown eyes watching you intently.

“I’m thinking about how happy you make me”

Just as he’s about to reply Bobby’s work phone starts ringing. He lets out a gravely growl.

“I’m sorry, that’s work I have to get it”

“It’s ok” you whisper stepping back to busy yourself taking dinner out of the oven. You try to hide the fact that you’re sad, but it’s useless, Bobby knows he can feel it, he knows your micro-expressions like the back of his hand.

“This is Goren” he answers the phone as he steps into the living room.

The rest of the phone call is in a quick hushed tone. You can tell Bobby’s frustrated by the call.

“I-I have to go. I’m really sorry. There’s a huge development in our case and they need me”

“It’s ok. I’ll just put this in the fridge and go too”

“No no. It’s ok please stay. Make yourself at home. I will be back I just don’t know when.”

“O-okay”

This couldn’t have come at a worse time is all Bobby can think as he makes his way to the station. You’re always so good about his schedule but this is the first time he’s had to leave abruptly like that for work and while you were at his place no less. A place you havnt been many times and he knows your probably anxious right now about being there alone.

“What’s the update?”

“The manager of a motel in the Catskills called the tip line saying a father and two children matching Nathan and his kids checked into his motel a couple of hours ago. Chef wants us to go out there and stake it out.”

“Alright let’s head out then”

——————————————————————

“Sorry to have to call you in Bobby” Eames says finally breaking the silence in the back of the stake out van.

“It’s fine, wasn’t trying to be short on the phone” Bobby waves his hand as he’s looking out the window.

“Eames I think I got something” he says handing her the binoculars.

“Over there at the vending machine, I think that’s Lilly, Nathan’s daughter”

“She was pretty glued to you when we were there for questioning drew you that picture, maybe she remembers you. If she does she could get us access to Nathan.”

Eames and Bobby cautiously approach the little girl at the vending machine.

“Hi Lily, do you remember me and my partner Alex? We came to your house a few times.”

“Yes, policeman Bobby. Did you hang my picture up?”

“Of course I did, right next to my desk just like I said.” Bobby says kneeling next to Lily.

“You did! I hope everyone likes it!” Lily’s eyes light up as she scoots closer to Bobby.

“Can you tell us where you dad and brother are?” Eames asks

“They are in the room. Dad and bothers hair is turning blonde but the room is really stinky so I came out here. Dad said mine would change too.”

“He’s bleaching their hair” Bobby says locking eyes with Eames.

“Sweetheart, do you think you could take us to the room, we’d like our hair blonde too.”

“Ok, but could I have some more chips? I’m hungry”

“Yes, let’s get you some more chips” Bobby says pulling a dollar from his pocket and slipping it into the machine and handing the chips to the girl.

“Can you show us the way? we don’t know where to go?”

“Mmhmm” Lily hums happily as her little hand grabs Bobby’s.

Bobby and Eames hang back a moment as Lily enters the room.

“Daddy! My friend are here and they got me some chips!”

Nathan looks up to unexpectedly to find the pair starring back at him, scrambling he draws his gun.

“Hey..hey point your gun at me not my partner.” Bobby’s voice booms

“We’re just here to talk Nathan, we walk to help you.”

“Bull shit you don’t want to help me. You don’t give a shit about me. You just want to take my family away.” Nathan gestures angrily, turning his attention back towards Eames.

“Hey what did I tell you focus on me, not my partner.”

“We do want to help you, and we will. We will make sure that you have access to therapy and meds on the inside.”

“Fuck you man I’m not going away, you’re not putting my kids with strangers” Nathan reaches for Lilly while waving his gun at Bobby.

“Daddy please stop shouting at my friends”

“Shut up, they’re not your friends, they want to take you away from me just like they did with mommy”

“Why don’t you let my partner take the kids to the diner to get some food and you and I will have a talk.”

“Give her your gun and phone, put them on the floor and slid them over to her, no funny business” Nathan motions his gun towards Eames.

Bobby does what he’s told. He knows it’s risky but he needs to get Eames and the kids out of here.

“Lily can you draw me some new pictures to hang up at work?”

“Ok I can do that” she says as she takes Eames and her brother’s hand and they all leave.

“You know she looks up to you, ever since the two of you came poking around the house asking question she’s talked about you guys nonstop. It’s pretty cruel to tell a child you care just to get what you want.”

“I’m not lying. I hung the picture up next to my desk.”

“You’re the one lying to her about us taking her mother away.”

“If you hadn’t of been hanging around asking questions….” Bobby cuts Nathan off mid sentence.

“Nathan. Your embezzling money, stealing from your clients. We’re doing our jobs asking questions.”

“If you didn’t come around asking questions that made my wife suspicious she’d still be alive.”

“Don’t put that on me. You killed your wife not me.” Bobby shouts unable to keep his cool any longer.

“You don’t get it do you? This is a eye for a eye situation”

“So what, you want to hurt me? You want hit me? Go ahead, give me the best you’ve got.” Goren snarls.

Nathan laughs

“Only one of us is leaving this room and it’s not going to be you Bobby”

“You’re really stooping to a new low threatening a detective.”

“It’s not a threat. Your not leaving this room alive”

Bobby’s starting to panic, his heart pounding against his chest as he try’s to figure a way out.

“If you kill me youll never see your kids again, you’ll loose everything.”

“I already lost everything when you forced me to kill my wife. My only choice is to take you out.” Nathan says as he takes a step closer

“And what are you going do when your daughter comes in here and sees you’ve killed her friend.”

“Do not talk about my daughter. She needs to learn that the world is cruel and that not everyone is what they seem” Nathan spits as he digs the gun into Bobby’s chest.

Bobby’s mind races as he try’s to slow his breathing. He knows Nathan wants to see him panicking, he’s desperately trying to ease his mind. In all of his career he’s never felt this close to death, he can’t do that to Eames or to you.

“Hope you told the person you have at home that you love them because you’ll never see them again”

In an instant all Bobby sees is your face, the way you looked into his eyes as he lead you around his kitchen in a dance. Everything about it was so simple and romantic and then you told him how happy he makes you. And then he never got to tell you how happy you make him, how he’s never loved anyone the way he loves you. The idea of never getting to see what life would be like with you makes him see red and he snaps.

“Well come on, do it if you’re going to do it” Bobby Growls. The pain of his thoughts being flooded with moments that would never be with you, hurts worse than death it’s self he’s sure of it.

A rapid secession of bangs rings out from the other side of the door rendering Nathan distracted for a slipt second. Bobby lunges forward grabbing ahold of the gun and kicking his knee trying to knock him down.

He pushes against Bobby causing him to stumble back, he attempts to take a shot at Bobby but when does he pushes hard back into him. The bullet lodges into the wall as Nathan regains his footing holding the gun on Bobby.

Eames bursts through the door in this moment.

“Nathan drop your weapon” she shouts holding her gun on him.

“Your going to have to shoot me or I’m going to shoot your partner”

Nathan lunges torwards Bobby and with out hesitation Eames shoots him in the b chest in self defense.

Bobby sits there in the back of the van, his head in his hands as they make the couple hour drive back to the city.

“Are you alright, Bobby?” Eames asks needing to check on her partner.

“Am I am ok? No I’m not ok. I almost died. Almost never saw her again.” He grits out, frazzled and shaken by the whole ordeal.

“Ugh sorry. I didn’t mean to yell, I’m just shaken up”

“I heard what he said to you. You love her don’t you?”

Bobby nods in response, afraid to say it out loud.

“Does she know?”

“No” Bobby shakes his head with a low voice. He lets out a long breathy sigh as he leans his head back against the wall of the van before closing his eyes.

“I feel loved too” Bobby breaths out into the dark quietness of the van as they pull back into the station garage.

Bobby never talks like this, so Eames knows he’s being genuine and vulnerable with her.

“You go, I’ll go up and do our paperwork before I go home.”

“No it’s ok”

“You’ve had a long night, you deserve some rest. Take a few paid days off. If the captain has an issue with it he can take it up with me”

“Thank you, Eames” Bobby gives her a tight lipped smile before heading to his car.

You’re all he can think about on you his drive home. He’s so distraught and disheveled over tonight’s events. All he wants right now is for you to crowd his senses, to be in your arms with your hands messaging through his hair as you tell him everything going to be alright.

As Bobby pulls up to his places he hope that some luck is on his side, that you’ll still be there but he fears it’s unlikely. After a few minutes he drags himself inside. You left the light on above the sink for him, there’s a note telling him that dinner is in the fridge for him. He takes this as a sign that you’ve left and his shoulders sag a little.

He just stairs at the small plate of food on the counter. His nerves are still through the roof from work but he knows he needs to eat, not really remembering the last time he did. He’s aimlessly pacing around the kitchen picking at the plate of food when he notices warm dim light coming from his bedroom.

Maybe she did stay.

Bobby stops in his tracks at the sight of you sound asleep in his bed with a your book laid across your chest. He can’t help but tear up as he sinks down on the bed next to you, leaning over you to grab your bookmark off the bedside table. As he gently takes the book off your chest and places the bookmark inside he notices your wearing one of his undershirts as a bed shirt.

Softly he lets his body fall onto yours, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Mmhmm Bobby” you hum sleepily as you wrap your arms around him tightly, one hand instinctually messaging through his short greying curls.

Bobby lets out a ragged breath as he melts further into you.

“What time is it? I should go and let you get some rest.”

“Please…don’t go. Don’t leave me alone” Bobby chokes out.

“I-I I’m not going anywhere Bobby”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not tonight, not right now. I’m just to-I was just to scared I’d never see you again. I just want to be near you”

“Why don’t we take a shower, that will help sooth you.

Bobby watches you in complete awe of the way you move around the bathroom getting the shower ready, at how caring and loving you are with him. It’s hard for him to believe that all of this is real. That someone like you would truthfully care for him, would want to spend time with him. It’s hard for him to trust people because of his line of work and the life hes had, but opening up to and trusting you was the best decision he ever made.

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[loviingpedri]

can you do where the reader is crying bc she had an argument with someone and cried there and she thought it was embarrassing and jude is away so when he calls she starts crying and telling him how much she misses him

my comfort person

prompt: request ^

warnings: cursing, grammar issues, not proofread

credits to owners for images

“y/n, i’ve told you to get these papers done by today,” your boss bowed his head in shame. “this was so important for our next collaboration. how can you mess it up this easily?”

“i’m so sorry sir, it won’t happen again.” you couldn’t count how many times you’ve apologized. life became a struggle when jude left for america. you’ve been so overwhelmed with keeping the house clean, organizing other papers. overall, you were a mess.

“sorry won’t cut it. you had one job, but you can’t do it. i thought you were a superstar when i hired you. this was the third time this week.” he threw the papers on his desk which scared you.

“please don’t take this the wrong way, but you assigned these papers yesterday. there is no way i could file all of them for today.” it was a mistake to talk back, yet there was no taking it back now.

“then fucking organize it by importance. listen, i don’t give a shit if other people give you other work to do. you’re so busy with your boyfriend, do you even remember that you have a job?” each word kept getting louder and louder. your ears started to ring and felt a sense of panic. next thing you knew, tears were running down your cheek.

“please excuse me.” you felt so vulnerable that you just cried in front of your boss. after closing his office door, you could hear him sigh in distress. you tried to clear up your tears, but it quickly failed since all eyes had been on you. shame had filled you to the brim. you ran down into your car while trying to excuse yourself from bumping into others.

the parking garage was only downstairs. the journey to get to your car felt like hours. thank god it was your lunch time. you forgot everything on your desk except your phone and keys. once you reached your car, the emotions spilled out. you didn’t have the guts to drive away. you just sat on the driver’s side crying until your eyes gave up. your whole body was about to give up, but your phone started ringing. a picture of jude’s smile appeared on your screen with a facetime from him. you answered only because he would get worried that something happened.

“hey beautiful, how was work?” you didn’t plan on showing your face which was the first red flag. jude was hoping to see your perfect smile. it took a minute before you answered, which was also another red flag. “hello? y/n are you there?” jude wasn’t use to your silence.

“yeah, i’m here.” after fully trying to recollect yourself, you still didn’t manage to shake off your trembling voice. you saw jude wiggle his eyebrows. you knew he figured it out. he was the only person who figured out you and your body language.

“oh y/n, what’s wrong?” jude fully sat up on his bed.

“nothing. work was fine.” now, you and him both knew damn well there was nothing wrong. jude had become determined to get you to talk.

“baby, if there’s something wrong then we can talk. i’m sorry for not being there right now, but i can still try to help you. please, let me see your face. i miss you.” you really tried to wipe away your tears. yet, the red on your face made it really obvious. you lifted your phone so jude can see you.

you saw him smile at you which left you confused. “you’re still so pretty even when you cry. talk to me, what happened?”

“my boss is an asshole jude. i had so much paperwork to do and i couldn’t finish it. i was trying to clean the house then when it was finally time for me to at least try to do work, i fucking fell asleep. jude, i don’t know what to do. i really miss you. i know you’re having a great time in america, but this is a lot to handle.” more tears came out. jude’s expression sadden to see you in such a weak mental state. “oh and not to mention, when i walked out of his office, everyone was staring. it was so embarrassing. i would drive home, but there’s nothing to drive home to.”

“y/n, i love you so much. if you ever need a break, please go take a break. quit your job if you have to. i can provide for us. it makes me sad that i can’t be next to you right now.”

“i miss you so much. i wouldn’t admit this if i was actually normal, but hell, i miss your cuddles. it’s so different hearing you from just a screen.” god damn it, he wanted to go home.

“babe, i’m gonna need you to just breath. inhale, and exhale. everything is going to be okay. i’m gonna be back in no time. i will call and text whenever i’m free. i know it’s hard for you, but bare with me. do whatever it takes for you to be relaxed.” jude didn’t have to use a lot of words to comfort you. he was doing the bare minimum and you calmed down.

“i think i need to go home. i know you’re busy. i love you jude.”

“i love you too, now go kick some ass.”

[hiem3]

smooth operator

18+

warning~ alc0h0l, bar, 3ating out, d0m seokmin, use the word baby, darling, and honey.

summary~ you’re the owner of a bar in the 20’s and it’s illegal to sell/drink alcohol. as an owner you have priorities until, a man comes in with a devilish smile and your whole mindset changes.

author side note: oml i had so much fun writing this! i literally had this plot in mind when i was listening to smooth operator and i was listening to light a flame as well lol~ i hope you guys like this story as much as you liked ceo jeonghan! more stories to come!

It was late at night and you were opening your secret bar. It was the 20’s and booze was illegal so you had to hide your bar from the outside world. only the elites are allowed inside your bar; business men, ceos, wallstreet guys,

and everyone else expect cops. if cops came in you would be gone, your whole business would be over. your bar was hiding underneath a book store named semicolon however your bar was named light a flame after your favorite song.

your bar was boomin and business was going good. however tonight’s business is going especially well “free shots for eveyone!” said a business man “my business is good and so are these drinks woo!” he abruptly sits back down into his seat. you smile and giggle of course because it’s a good atmosphere people are laughing and having fun. you pour the shots and hand it to everyone. everyone says 1..2..3 go! and they all take the shot together expect you of course. Jazz was blaring loud and suddenly you smell smoke. “hey you! can’t you see the no smoke sign?” you point at the sign.

the man was devilishly handsome, tall nose, nice smile, broad shoulder, and whew that build. you get kind of embarrassed once you realize all of this, he puts his lighter and cigarette box away “i’m sorry mrs. 1st time” he said smiling. you blush a little bit and cough “well i guess that’ll be fine but don’t you do that again mr.” “it’s mr. lee but just call me seokmin” he said with a small smile “right..i don’t want no cops showing up here askin why is there smoke coming out of a library shop”. “no no i understand mrs?” he asked his eyes were begging with an answer “mrs. y/l, but you can call me y/n”. “y/n tell me why a book store?” he asked sipping his whiskey “actually this was my father book store but i renovated it to be a bar” you say proudly as you’re cleaning glasses. “you know..alcohol is illegal right?” he says as he’s sipping whiskey. you froze is he a cop? a spy? fbi? he chuckles and you stop being tense. you chuckle as well “my, well then have me arrested” seokmin voice lowers “you know your laugh is cute”. your ears blush “why thank you”

a man drunkly calls for your name “y/-n g..et ov..er he-re!” you smile at seokmin “duty calls” for the rest of the night you attended to everyone and haven’t spoken to seokmin even though he’s been staring at you the entire time. by the night ends there was only him at the bar “it’s 1:00 am in the morning, shouldn’t you be heading home?” you say cleaning up the bar. “yes well, i wanted to have you all to myself before i leave” he responded grabbing your broom away and placing his hand on your waist. you blush, flustered by the way he’s staring into your eyes. “i’ve been observing you seeing how you run this place, it made me curious about you, what more secrets are you hiding?” he says leaning over you “my well.. you know you’re quite forward” you chuckle nervously. he smiles back “i’m only like that when i want something..and you know…i always get. what i want.” it’s as if he’s telling you to fuck him in your bar but you stop yourself and create distance. “well seokmin you’ll have to wait for it” you say dusting yourself and fixing your hair nervously “did i also mention i am also quite patient” he says smiling “well i bid you a good night my darling”. seokmin exists your door and leaves for the night. for the rest of that week you continue thinking about him, wondering when is he going to come back? is what he says true?

every since you met seokmin you’re always looking at the customer who enters the door hoping it was him then on Friday you hear a similar voice. oh that might be him you thought to yourself and it was, however he brought his friends. a man with blonde hair asks for 2 bourbon and 1 scotch. you look over at the table where seokmin was sitting and asked “is it for them?” you point. “ah yes you see my friend over there he was saying how this bar was amazing and the owner hospitality was like no other” he responded “ah thank you, could i ask what your name is? i like to remember my customers” you say smiling. “you can call me seungkwan”. you guys shake hands and you hand him his 2 bourbons and 1 scotch.

as the night goes on, it got chaotic to the point where you didn’t even check on seokmin because you were too busy with customers.

again, when you closed seokmin was the only one left. “don’t you have somewhere to be?” you laugh “actually yes. here with you” he responded smiling as he sips his scotch. “what happened to your other friends?” you ask “they got too drunk and had to leave, they wanted me to come with them but..i wanted to stay here” he says, you notice there was a little bit of blush on your ears which made you blush a little bit. “oh well that’s too bad” you say “you know..you might make me jealous by asking about them” he says wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you from the back.

“seokmin..i don’t do that one night stand type of stuff” you say“me too..what made you think that i did?” he asks having a concern look on his face. “well i- you know what i’m sorry i shouldn’t have assumed” he turns you around to face him “you should know that i don’t intend to do this with just anyone..” your head starts spinning, your mind is telling you know but your body is telling you go. you hop on him, his arms around your legs to hold you up “is this a yes my love?” he says, you nod. he smiles and says “i’m gonna need you to tell me with your words” you sigh and whisper into his ear “please..fuck me”.

he throws you over his shoulder and puts you down on the bar counter “that’s all i needed, wasn’t that not so hard?” he grins. he starts kissing you, to your neck, chest, thighs, and reaches to your cunt. he spreads your thighs apart and looks up. “i want you to remember every. single. thing. i’m gonna do to you. i want to engrave it into your mind”. he starts licking your clit, twirling around while grabbing your tits. you never felt this way before and you’ve never been fucked inside your own bar. “m-mm seokmin!” you yell “honey, you’re gonna have to lower down your voice, you don’t want the cops to hear you” he smiles. fuck that cocky little devil. he continues eating you out, putting his fingers in and focusing on your clit. it wasn’t enough, you needed bigger. the way he’s eating you and the view you were at, his little cute mole and his nose. you grab his hair and start riding on his nose “mm-m seokmin! i’m close!” you groan. you ride out your orgasm and you cum all over his face, white paint is all over his face. “oh wow..you’re so fucking hot” he licks his fingers and leans over you “put your ass up darling”.

you go down from the bar counter and lean your body on top of the counter. the cool surface on the table feels nice on your tits. “fuck, i can’t hold it in longer..” he puts the tip in and you can already tell it’s big. you’ve had sex with other guys before but you never had this big. he puts it all in and groans “uh-h so warm..” you moan “hm ple-ase move..” something in him lights up. you can tell he got even harder when you said that, he starts grabbing your ass and hitting you deep. your whole core is shaking it feels too good to be true. “you like that huh? you like it when i fuck you like this? hm?” he says grabbing you face and leaning over your body fucking you. “hm-m ye-s” you mumbled. “sorry you’re gonna have to say that louder darling, or is my cock that good that you can’t say anything?” he says grinning. you start uncontrollably moving on his cock. “f-uck!” you moan. “i’m close darling” he says. he starts circling your clit and pumping you even harder, hitting your stomach. “i’m cu-mmingg!” you yell gripping on the edge of the counter, rolling your eyes back and tears dripping down your face. “me too” he says. he grabs your face and you guys start kissing passionately. you came and so did he, “fuck baby that was so good”. your legs gives out “oh shi-“ he quickly grabs you and puts you on top of the counter. you can’t even move your legs “fuck my back is so sore” you hiss and hit him “don’t be fucking me from the behind again!” he giggles and says “i don’t know you seem to like it, but hey if you say so” putting his hands up as if he’s guilty.

you guys both laugh and it’s already 2:00 am, “oh no i gotta head back to work, my break is over..” seokmin says “right now? really? wait- what do you even do?”. he puts on his pants, his jacket, and grabs something from his left pocket as he’s making his way through the door “i’m a cop” he says grinning showing you his badge “bye honey~ see you next time” he says. your jaw dropped opened. you can’t believe you had sex and with a cop!?

[hyperfixationstati0n]

When You Know, You Know (Pt.2)

An: lmk how you feel about this :) Idk where else to go form here as I didn't plan on making multiple parts but if a part 3 is wanted I'll figure it out!!

Pairing: Spencer x bookstore!owner!reader

Content warnings: none really, swears a little, both spencer and reader are still hella awkward

Word count: 875

Part one

I waited and waited for Spencer to come in again. 3 weeks of waiting, actually. I was starting to think I’d scared him off, although I didn’t know how I managed to do that. I was sulking, standing in front of the register with Lennon on a particularly slow day. Rose, the angel that she was, was helping stock books while I attempted to focus my mind and work on packaging online orders.

“I’m just delusional. I scared him off and now he’s never coming back!” I exclaim, earning a sideways look from Rose across the store.

“You can’t scare someone off if you’ve never talked to them,” Lennon says with a laugh. For someone younger than me he was such a bully. (lovingly, of course)

“But I did talk to him. And he knows I hide from him whenever he comes in.” 

“Girl, I swear to god if you don’t let me help you find that man’s Instagram or something I will lose my mind. you need to get out of your comfort zone and make a fucking mo-“

The bell chimed. My eyes widened. Lennon shut his mouth as quick as he opened it. 

Spencer was standing in my store, standing there with an awkward yet charming smile and a wave. I wave back, feeling my cheeks flush. As soon as he walks down an aisle, talking to Rose, I hit Lennon on the shoulder.

“Go take inventory or something.” I say under my breath.

“Ohh, so you like the register now” He teases, his voice a little louder than I would’ve preferred. I playfully shove him away and try to collect myself. I was going to act natural, I wasn’t going to be weird. I was going to be myself. I told myself he was just another customer, however untrue to me that might be. 

Thankfully though, this time around I had more time to prepare what I was going to say, something I needed if I was going to get through a few sentences with him without fumbling my words. He came to the register with a stack of 4 books. Seriously, my curiosity was piqued. How did he read this fast? I noticed this time one of them was a poetry book; ‘Leaves of Grass’ by Walt Whitman. Interesting. I always took note of what people were buying, and obviously, he was at the front of my mind. This selection surprised me. 

“You’re not hiding!” He comments. I nod and smile, slightly embarrassed at the fact he had pointed it out. 

“It’s very out of character, I know” I was trying to come off as witty, but truthfully I could only pray that what he saw. “so, how are you?”

“I’m great actually. I finally have a day off and decided I could come pick up a few new reads.” 

I nodded slowly but the question was still on my mind. I had to know.

“I hope I don’t overstep with this, but do you actually go through books as fast as you’re buying them?”

A smile twitches as his lips, a slight pink tinge covering his cheeks.

“I-yeah, I do. I…read really fast.” His voice seemed a little nervous. I wouldn’t press the matter right now, but it definitely caught my attention.

“I can tell” I chuckle softly, hitting a few buttons on the cash register as I finish ringing up his things. “You definitely bring a lot of business here”

He laughed softly, a sound I could’ve relished in. But my own mind stopped me-I was supposed to be acting normal. 

Then the unexpected happened. After he paid for his things with actual small talk from my end-he lingered. For once I was glad we didn’t have much business today, I got to really talk to him. He was kind, and clearly very smart. I found out we actually had a lot of mutual interests. Talking to him was weirdly easy, even if I had this consistent feeling of butterflies in my stomach. But then I heard his phone go off with a text.

“Shoot…I hate to cut our conversation short but I have to go.” He says as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. I nod, albeit a little sadly. I had Lennon's voice in the back of my mind 

“Make a fucking move, make a fucking move, make a fucking move…”

It was now or never.

“I was wondering if…maybe, only if you want…do you want to go out for coffee sometime? When you’re not working.” 

His eyes widened and I had this temporary moment of fear before his eyes softened and he smiled.

“I would-I would really love that.” 

I gestured slightly to his phone.

“Can I give you my number?”

“Oh yeah, yeah! yes, please do” He fumbles to get his phone back out and unlock it, only having one hand to do so as the other was still holding his bag of books.

I put my number in, and we said goodbye, but just as he was about to leave I asked one last thing.

“Spencer?”

He turns and looks at me again, waiting.

“How fast do you really read?”

“20,000 words per minute.”

What have I gotten myself into?

[raccoonfallsharder]

i'm sorry in advance but i think almost all of my kinktober fics are going to have [shudders] plot

kinktober general plans & kinklist | navigation | fanfiction mlist

book one: part two excerpt.* to be published october 10? hopefully?

“Look. Normally, I wouldn’t let a one-night-stand get in the way of a new job,” you’d reasoned gently. His eyes had narrowed. “I thought you said you hadn’t fucked a stranger before.” You’d rolled your eyes, but kept your smile soft. Indulgent. “Okay, look, spare me some embarrassment, okay? I’m trying to sound — worldly and experienced or something.” You’d taken a deep breath. “On principle, I like to think I wouldn’t let a one-night-stand get in the way of a new job. But this is different. We’re living together, Rocket. I’m going to be seeing you every time I brush my teeth. If you don’t want me here — invading your home and your family and your life — I’ll tell Pete I can’t hack it. Sorry very much, but I need to go back to Earth.”

“Terra,” he’d corrected absently, but his eyes had been bright on you, flashing like barlights through crimson bitters. “You’d — what? Go back to your old job and your shitty little apartment?” “Hey!” you’d squawked, before seeing the half-mischievous glint in his gaze, already fading to something uneasy. It had been your turn to grimace. “First of all, rude. My apartment was cute.” He’d clucked his tongue. “Knew you had questionable taste—” “Second of all,” you’d interrupted, “the job’s probably already replaced me. But I could probably get my lease back if I reach out to the owner tomorrow,” you add quickly, “and it won’t be too hard for me to find a new job. I think.” He’d turned back to the windshield — starshield — and his lip had peeled back like he’d tasted lemons and salt. He’d washed away whatever flavor had been haunting his mouth with a sip of the coffee you’d made him. “Wouldn’t make you go back anyway,” he’d said moodily.  You’d twisted your own mouth to the side. “But if you don’t want me here—” “That’s the frickin’ problem,” he’d snapped suddenly. “Want you here too much.” He’d scowled out at the stars and fractured light. “Gonna make a frickin’ mess of things.” You’d stared at him. At the time, you’d thought you were putting the pieces together. “Is there — some kind of rule against, I don’t know — fraternization amongst the crew?” He’d slanted a glance at you, scoffing — then snickering. “You think your new boss has got a fancy code of conduct manual somewhere, doll? We’re hiding an HR department in the cargo hold?”  He’d tossed back his head and cackled. “They must’ve overlooked the fact that the frickin’ captain is boning his first mate. Loudly, by the way, so make sure you don’t venture over to that section of the bunks at night unless you wanna hear everything. And I mean everything. Star-Munch likes to talk more than I do, and he’s constantly begging Gams to give him step-by-step instructions.” You’d felt the heat in your cheeks and had sunk more deeply into the copilot’s chair, but you hadn’t been able to quell your amusement either. “Okay, okay,” you’d grumbled back — playful, light. “Then what’s the problem?” Your eyelids had lowered, lashes thick and heavy, feathering your line of vision. “Because if you want me — and I want you—” He’d snorted. “You like me enough to deal with the fallout when everyone asks why you’re fucking the rastoon?” You’d blinked. Rastoon. Your mouth had opened. “Actually, I—“ “Didn’t think so,” he’d interrupted snidely, and you had floundered. “Wait; you didn’t let me—“ “Well, the feeling’s frickin’ mutual,” he’d continued, and your mouth had snapped shut. “I can not fuckin’ deal with Quill. He’s untolerable.” Untolerable, you’d mouthed silently.  “And yeah, I wanna fuck you, but I don’t want anyone to know about it.”  You’d hidden your wince — not that he’d probably have noticed. He’d been too busy cringing and pinching the space between his brows.  “Gonna dock on the Quadrant in like two-and-half rotations and nobody wants to deal with a teenager asking questions about my — and about you. And — and about me.” He’d stumbled, then groaned and took both hands off the yoke to dig his fingers into his temples, eyes wide and ears flattened in distress. “Drax and Kraglin will both be obnoxious. Nebula will be — judgy. Oh, and for fuck’s sake, do not let Mantis touch you. She’ll pick up on it and then we’ll both be screwed.” You’d huffed a breath, squinting at him, trying to see if you could slip your fingers into a crack somewhere and lighten his tension. “Have I not made it clear,” you’d said softly, “that I am, in fact, very much hoping to be screwed?”

*i keep accidentally typing "sexcerpt" which is....funny.

[buzzyandbadatmath]

Some quotes from some of my fics. Some are funny some are sad etc

Spider-Man mha fic where reader and Reader is Denki’s adopted sibling

• “Can I see that?” “No.” “Denki, let me see.” “No,” “Lemme seee,” “noooooo,” “Is ‘no’ the only word you can say?” “…” “yes…?”

• “Why would I stop when it’s so fun to push your buttons?” “I’ll push you off a cliff.”

• “Come on guys, it’s not weird to keep childhood toys. Besides…”“It was a gift from my mom.”“Wait, that can’t be-“ “SIKE! I bet you feel real awful now!”

• “Reminds me of how Sato’s always baking stuff, it’s a hobby but also helps out with hero work.” “Yeah, same with (Y/n)’s tech skills and their gadgets.” “I guess, but that’s a geek hobby, not as cool as break dancing.”

• “Oh yeah, he likes you.” “Liar!” “Why would I lie to you about something like that?” “Cuz it’s exactly the kind of shit you’d pull to get me to embarrass myself!”

• and at some point Reader calls Tokoyami Edgar Allen Crow

Matt Murdock x Sorcerer!reader

• “Stark has a whole database of vigilantes, calls it the ‘rainy day’ file. They also contain their identities.” “What- a whole database of vigilantes and their identities?” “Eh, it’s not that impressive, his AI did most of the work creating it.”

• “It was nice, having a heart-to-heart with a wizard wasn’t on my bucket list but.”

• “what is so hard to wrap your head around, you’ve dealt with this kind of stuff before,” “Yeah, well, immortality, as crazy as it is on its own, is a huge step down from something trying to ‘destroy the fabric of our reality.’” “And since you said our reality, you’re probably insinuating the existence of other realities which is a whole. other. ball park.”

• “We protect this world from countless inter-dimensional threats and you somehow managed to get yourself into a legal dust up with the CEO of a wine distribution company, landing you in the position where you would need a lawyer.” “Everyone needs a lawyer.” “Yeah, but you would think your problems are a little higher on the list than a corrupt business owner.”

Matt x Spider-Man!Reader

• “Batter up!” The sudden wave of familiarity hit Matt like a truck, and suddenly he was hearing your heartbeat, smelling your scent, hearing your voice… and getting kicked in the gut by your foot.

• “Hey! Let’s play a game, it’s called ‘point your weapons at the intruder.’” “Yay! You guys won.”

• “Fucking- Matt!” “Sit still.” “It feels like your-“ “It’ll go by quicker if you would just sit still.” “I don’t know, it seems like you enjoy touching my naked torso- OW!”

• “What are you doing walking around?” “I’m fine now, a little sore, but fine.” “What, you just healed overnight?” “…yeah?” “Courtesy of the radioactive spider.”

[tired-biscuit]

You know.... It makes me wonder how Akamaru would react to walking in on his best buddy Kiba fucking the life outta his girlfriend. Or when the two notice Kibas best buddy walked into the room lol.

oh god, it would be so awkward because it’s bad enough when pets stumble into the room whenever you’re doing the nasty, but having akamaru, who literally perceives the world on the same level as any other human does, would literally be sheer and utter embarrassment.

like, i can just imagine kiba turning his head to the side all of a sudden and going, “for fuck’s sake, man, can’t you see i’m busy…? out!” the moment he sees him sitting at the now fully opened doorway, watching your entangled limbs and sweaty faces with an angled head.

you’ve got your legs on your boyfriend’s shoulders, one of his hands is right beside your head, the other is wrapped around your throat. his fingers tremble against your skin as you let out a pained little noise and start to shrink into yourself, trying to hide your body and face, but when kiba throws a pillow his way to get him to move, akamaru just stays completely still and scoffs in response.

and that causes them to bicker.

“i told you, you can’t be here for stuff like this!”

another scoff.

“hey. don’t gimme that attitude.”

a soft thump of a paw.

“we’ll go for a walk after i’m done, not when you feel like it!”

“oh, you’re done, all right,” is all you have to add to this conversation at some point. the mood is definitely ruined despite that the dog finally turns and leaves with its snout raised high into the air in an almost poshy manner and leaves the door wide open just to provoke its owner even further.

and after all that’s done and over with and you creep out of the bedroom semi-dressed and still feeling embarrassed as hell; cue to akamaru giving you both the side eye every chance he gets for the next week or so.

[band--psycho]

Negan x Reader - To Stay Or To Go?

Yes it has been about a year since I last posted a Negan story - I'm sorry!

I know this story isn't the best but I hope you all enjoy this!💛

And yes I will be writing a part 2!

A sigh slipped past Y/n's lips when she heard a knock at the door; her best friend and bridesmaid, Kass, had gone out to fetch the curling tongs from her room, seen as Y/ns decided to break, today of all days.

'Could she cancel a wedding because of broken curling tongs?' she thought to herself.

“It’s open,” Y/n called out; as she stared at the dress that was hung up against the wardrobe at the back of the room.

Anxiety consuming her.

The hours were going by so quickly and yet there were still two hours before her wedding.

Her wedding…the idea still sounded bizarre.

Part of her did love the man she was marrying today; Y/f/n; he was funny, thoughtful, kind, caring and the sex between them was certainly better than sex she’d had with most people.

Most people in her position would be jumping up and down with excitement if he proposed to them; but even though Y/n pretended to be happy, she wasn’t.

Not really.

But she also didn’t want to break Y/f/ns heart or embarrass him; how could she say no without doing both of those things when he proposed to her in the middle of dinner while they were sitting in an extremely busy restaurant?

Everyone’s eyes were on her, expectantly, forcing the word yes to fall from her lips; and then it was like she just got caught up in this whirlwind and couldn’t get out.

And the one thing that held her back from loving the man she was marrying today, was something neither of them could ever change; he wasn’t Negan....

“How you feeling, sweetheart?”

The unexpected deep voice snapped Y/n out of her thoughts.

She wanted to turn around; to see if the owner of the familiar voice was really here; but she couldn’t bring herself to do so.

She was frozen on the spot, trying to work out if somehow she’d become a witch and teleported the

man her heart truly desired here.

He couldn’t be here?

How did he even know she was here?

There were so many questions that just didn’t make sense that she was sure she must’ve made up the whole scenario in her head; probably a warning from her heart to stop the wedding from happening.

To run.

“You not even gonna look at me, doll?” Negan asked, humor lightly lacing his voice. But Y/n did not move. She stayed frozen in the same spot.

“You’re not real,” she breathed; her mind continuously repeating those very words, over and over again.

“Oh trust me, sweetheart, I’m fucking real,”

“You can’t be,”

She kept telling herself that he couldn’t be real; but deep down she didn’t know what she’d do if he was real.

They didn’t have a horrible break up or anything like that, quite often Y/n wished they had broken up over something awful, that way maybe she wouldn’t still love him.

No, their breakup was the cliche of the right person, wrong time.

“Turn around,” he demanded softly; so she did, if only to prove to herself that he was just a figment of her imagination.

And there he was. Standing there in his same old classic look, a white shirt covered by a leather jacket, black jeans and black boots. He looked like he hadn’t aged at all since the last time she’d seen him; though the black circles under his eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them. A clear sign that he wasn’t sleeping properly.

The same look he practically always wore.

“C’mere,” he whispered, and it was like her body had a mind of its own because before she could even stop herself , she was wrapped up in his embrace.

One arm wrapped around her waist whilst the other was soothingly stroking the top of her head.

It felt like no time had passed even though five years had flown by since we last saw each other.

And still after all that time he felt like home.

She didn’t know how long she stayed like that with him but it was certainly longer than she should have.

“See, told you I was real,” he chuckled lightly, as he pulled her closer.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n mumbled against his chest, taking in the moment…taking in him, like he was going to vanish at any given moment.

“Kass called me,” he replied; making Y/n look up at him with a questionable look.

“She wants me to talk you out of getting married,”

Y/n knew Kass wasn’t happy about you getting married to Y/f/n; mainly because she could see that Y/n wasn’t truly happy with him. She wasn’t truly in love with him.

Kass had been trying to talk her out of this wedding for months; but Y/n just simply brushed off her comments.

“But I’m not gonna do that, sweetheart,” Negan stated, the words practically burning in his throat. He pulled back from Y/n slightly so his hand could move from the back of her head to her face, allowing him to caress her cheek as Y/n's eyes grew in confusion.

If he wasn’t going to do that then why was he here?

“You don’t need me to tell you this is a shit show of a wedding, by the look on your face you already know that,” he continued, making sure to hold her eye contact.

Negan didn’t want Y/f/n and Y/n to get married; why would he?

He still loved Y/n. He never stopped.

But this wasn’t his decision to make, it was Y/ns, it was always Y/ns.

“But I am gonna give you this,” as he said that he pulled away from her a little bit more before pulling out a key from his back pocket with a little post it note attached to it; and placing it carefully in her hand, “It’s a key to a hotel outta town, that’s the address for it.”

Y/n felt her heart stop as she glanced down at the key before looking back up at Negan.

“It’s for if you decide to leave,” he continued, with a softness in his eyes.

“Negan-”

“I won’t be there, not unless you want me to be,” as the words left his lips a cocky smirk tugged at the side of his mouth as he squeezed Y/n's hand.

She should’ve given him back the key; and told him that she was happy.

But that was a lie. But even though it was a lie she didn’t want to let anyone down or hurt Y/f/n because he didn’t deserve to be hurt.

Before she could say or do anything he pressed a delicate kiss to the side of her head before disappearing behind the door he’d entered from.

Leaving Y/n, alone, left with some difficult decisions.

Did she stay and marry Y/f/n or become a runaway bride?

And if she did run away from this marriage, what did that mean for her and Negan?

Years ago he was the right person at the wrong time; what if now he was the right person at the right time….

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[krowjet]

Screw fucking with this one. This kid’s on the edge of a mental breakdown, they need to study for multiple final exams in the next week. They’re only here because the last one quit and I got to run around for a week straight. I can feel the amount of anxiety in my soul. This one is gonna cry if someone tries to interview them. They’re surviving on ramen and dinosaur chicken nuggets. Energy drinks flow through their veins. I’ve never heard so much mental screaming. I can’t even tell their super power underneath all that.

I sigh, seeing them approach me. “You know, even for a college student you’re a wreck. When was the last time you actually had a home cooked meal and a night of proper sleep? Do you need someone to tutor you?”

That caught them by surprise, and I’m honestly impressed they aren’t shaking. “How did you- oh… yeah.” They trail off quietly, flushing a brilliant red color. “Yeah. Anyways, you need sleep. Look, it’s fun causing enough chaos to make a TTRPG seem mild, but it’s not nearly as fun when the hero looks ready to pass out of exhaustion.”

I see them shift uncomfortably, rubbing their arm like a child caught doing something wrong. It’s kind of adorable see them so embarrassed by it.

“Anyways. How about we head someplace to eat. I’ll even pay, help you study, and then you go home to rest. I’ll put off causing chaos until you’re done with those exams.”

They nod like a small child, and I can’t help but smile at them. “Alright. We’ll meet at the local diner in an hour. We’re going to change and look like normal people. Bring your notes.”

I watch them nervously eye me, but I think they can tell I’m serious, so they dart away.

This is the most troubled hero I’ve ever seen, I couldn’t even find the urge to fight them in me. I sigh once again. It’s not like me to pick such a calm response to a hero, but unlike the last few, this one genuinely already was in such a bad headspace there really wasn’t much left for me to do. Besides, I’ve been there myself. College was rough, alright?

I leave the scene myself. It wasn’t like I got very far with my felony, only breaking down a door to a jewelry store and luring out the employees with ease since they really don’t get paid enough to deal with me. The owner would be able to replace the door perfectly fine, I know he had insurance from a previous attempt. It’s a good thing the city is actually good with replacing these thing, but still, I don’t steal from small or local businesses. I might be a villain, but I have morals.

I quickly rush back to my apartment on the edge of the city after I change in a gas station’s back room. It’s not particularly my favored type of clothes, but flip flops and things like a tank top and basketball shorts are easy to switch into and hide. I’m friends with the manager on duty, so she lets me do so without a care. She looks away as I exit to avoid looking at my face if asked, and I slap a fifty on the counter for her on my way out as a thanks.

I enter my apartment, and step into the nicely decorated room. It’s small, but it’s perfectly fine for me. All the furniture is from large chain stores or garage sales I paid extra for. It is a little dirty at the moment, since I have a basket of laundry on the couch and it could use some dusting. I pick through the basket for more nice clothes. A nice trench and some simple black pants with a cream turtleneck. Very academia in terms of aesthetic.

I grab my old notebooks from college. It’s not the first time I’ve tutored, and actually I used to do it for a job. Well, side job, but still. I was in the same course as that hero, from what I could tell from the exams they were panicking about.

I put them in my bag along with my wallet and keys, and head out once more to go tutor them. I head down to the local diner, run by a sweet old couple who used to babysit me.

I walk in, waving to the wife, who was hosting for the night, training a new employee. She waved back, and I look around, finding the hero. I walk to them, and plop across from them.

They wore a relaxed outfit of jeans and a band shirt, their green hair tucked into a beanie. It was all looking a little worn, and I could tell it had been a while since they had gotten any newer clothes.

“So… what do I call you? We’re out in public, so best not to use the show names, but I also don’t want to exactly share our documented names. While I could just look in your brain, that feels kind of rude given the circumstances.” They nodded in response, thinking for a second. I can hear the names flashing in their mind, from “bird” to “cactus” to even “gender.” I don’t get some of them, but they smile as one pops up and sticks.

“You can call me Aspen.” I nod, sticking my hand out to them. “Well, Aspen, you can call me Tudor.” They shook my hand, their hand a little clammy and with stiff movement.

“Alright, next question. You already know my ability. I want to know yours, seems fair all things considered.”

Their mind floods with a panicked noise, a bit of screaming, and wondering what the hell they were suppose to do here. I put my hand up, a sigh on my lips. “Relax, kid. You don’t need to tell me right now, I’m only asking since it might make it easier to help you study if I have something to work with that. It’s easier to build study plans when I know limitations.”

“It’s changing gravity.“

I pause. Gravity manipulation is usually rare, and those kind of individuals typically end up working more in things like science on space stations, but this kid is more interested in money management and accounting. It’s a weird field, but honestly I can’t say anything.

“Well, I’m not sure how that’s gonna work as well since you’re focused mostly on money and economics. But anyways, we should probably start.”

I call over a waiter, and I let Aspen order whatever they want to eat, telling them I’ll pay and it’s my treat. They’re hesitant at first, but I’m firm in my decision.

I help them review all the material for their upcoming exam, and being a telepath makes it significantly easier to help them understand the material since I’m able to see exactly what they’re struggling with.

“So, since you did so well with your study session, how about I take you clothes shopping as a treat?” I feel the surprise off of Aspen, which turn to excitement and nervousness. Some thoughts emerge about whether or not they can trust me, and I can understand.

I am villain, I regularly cause chaos around the city. But just because I commit crime, doesn’t mean I don’t have morals. I have a clear moral compass, and hurting someone who’s already in enough trouble is not something I add to.

“Seriously, kid, I’m not gonna be tricking you into getting along with me. You’ve seen my track record and you know just as well as I do have a very specific style of villainy and tricking people to like me isn’t it. The amount of people I target that do that is pretty notable.”

They still are hesitant, and I sigh. “Look, if you don’t want, that’s fine. But at the very least, meet me here later and I’ll keep tutoring you. Got it? Foods on me.”

I stand up, ignoring their protests as I go to Danny to pay the bill. I leave a large tip for the waiter, and I wave goodbye to her and Aspen before going home.

For the next week, despite their mistrust of me, we continue to meet at the diner. I pay for their food, and they learn the material well. It helps I can tell when they make mistakes, but even then, I can see lots of growth and understanding. Tomorrow is the last day before their exam, so we’re doing a final review. These are some of the last credits they need and I want to make sure they don’t need to retake any courses.

I walk in, finding them in the usual booth towards the front.

“Hey kid. Todays the last study day, so let’s do some light review of the material as a whole, then get some tea and go home, alright? You need sleep before your final.”

Aspen nodded, pulling out the study guide I made them the second night of studying. “Alright. I made a study set for you online, so you can go over that tonight and in the morning.” They grin, hurriedly pulling out an old and cracked phone. I frown, the urge to get them a new one filling me to the core.

Some might say I’m going soft, but this kid clearly doesn’t get spoiled much. They’re a good kid, clearly deserving of it. Regardless of my role as a villain, I’d do it anyways.

“Alright, here’s the code, if you have any questions I’ll be able to address them.” They nod happily, getting busy on the new set. I can hear them excitedly getting them all right, passing with ease. Some stump them a little, but they work them out on their own. It’s impressive, really, how well they’re able to do.

I order a dessert I saw peeked their interest a few days ago, and they practically squeal with excitement.

“Ight. Do well on your test, little Aspen. Get some sleep, meet me here the day after tomorrow. I’ll take you out for a treat, all right?” They grin, and I can feel little of the nervousness and hesitation they did the first time, it’s mostly been replaced with excitement.

I wave goodbye, and I watch them leave, walking back to the front to talk to Danny and her husband. “The way you take care of them is adorable. You’re like a parent to them.” I blush, not having taken into account the fact I act like that.

“Uh… I think I picked it up from you two. You treated me like that as a kid, and I merely try to mimic it.” They hug me, wishing me a goodnight before they let me leave.

I pick up a few extra ingredients for a nice meal for them. It’ll be a nice change, and I’ll make plenty for them to take to their apartment and roommate.

I turn on the tv, deciding to watch the news for a little bit. There’s some news about my absence for the last two weeks, how the city has been a bit more chaotic. There’s still plenty of criminals and villains, some worse than I am. In my absence, they’ve gone crazy. The amateurs aren’t nearly as efficient as I am, but they are causing a lot more destruction than I have ever done.

The news flash to an ongoing crisis. It’s a bank robbery with some hostages being held. I narrow my eyes. Even I have more morals than that. The innocents shouldn’t be dragged into our crimes. It’s stupid. You can steal all you want, but don’t endanger them directly.

The reporter continues. “A hero as arrived on the scene, but they’re struggling to deal with those group. Currently, they are fighting a villain with an electricity ability. Reports are saying this is a match up between a group of villains who’ve only recently picked up in their crime rate, and a newer hero.”

I take a look at the hero, and my eyes widen. That looks like the uniform that Aspen had on when we first met. They’re getting hit hard.

Anger wells up inside me. I don’t even bother to change into my own uniform, put I grab my mask and goggles, and my bike’s keys.

I jump out the window into the parking lot, rolling and running to my bike. I rush to the bank, zipping through the streets and ignoring all traffic laws as much as I can to get there quickly without hitting anyone.

I get there not longer after. It’s stupid, maybe, but I can’t help it. I kick the stand down and leave it not too far away, dodging beyond the police barrier despite the screaming. I don’t care, my kid’s out there, in trouble.

They’re getting the shit kicked out of them, and I stomp over. I reach into the asshole’s mind, digging far in and pulling their worst fears out. He can feel the hellscape forming, and he crumples to the floor, screaming. He’s yelling about a fire and smoke, burning alive.

I kick him away from Aspen, picking up the kid. “You’re supposed to be resting,” I whisper as I rush them towards the barrier. “Get them medical care, I’m dealing with this.”

I hand them off to an EMT, panic welling inside me. I push it down, I can’t let it get to me right now- people inside need me. I walk to the bank, gripping into the minds of all inside- panicking hostages are clearly distinct, and I push a feeling of calm upon them. The anger, serious, and threatening ones I can feel as well, and I dug deep into their brains.

“You all are assholes,” I say as I walk in. They can’t even try to fight me, too far deep into their fears to even able to hear me. I pick up one of their guns, and I hit them each upon the head, hard. Every time they crumple to the ground.

I look over to the scared hostages. They’re all scooting away from me. I sigh, and I can see them all tied up with rope. An idea dawns on me, and I quickly untie them.

They all rush out, afraid of me. I get it, I am a known criminal, and I did just absolutely wreck about four criminals in front of them and came out unharmed. I took the rope and tied them all up, leaving them all in front of the counter. I gather their weapons and put them in a pile away from them, putting them on safety or sheathing them. It’s best to keep them from potentially getting hurt when they pick them up.

I leave, going back outside, walking past the barrier. “All have been dealt with. Four side, unconscious and tied up, weapons away from them. One in front, also unconscious. All hostages evacuated. Where’s the hero?”

They rush to get me to them, fear in every single one of them. It’s not like I’ll hurt them, that they know, but they’re afraid of my potential and if I did try. Police are rushing in to the bank to get them all, doing another sweep.

I’m not allowed into the ambulance, but they assure me they’ll be alright. I nod my head, and they tell me where they’ll be taken. They know I’ll just find out anyways. Aspen’s name floats in their head, almost as if they’re telling me. I can see them looking at me and I know they really are.

I nod and they finally go to asleep.

I leave for the day, and I go home. I don’t care what the news says about today, Aspen, or should I say Jensen Ogden, is all I’m focused on. I can hardly think about anything else. They were in so much danger today, I can’t stop myself from thinking about what could have happened if I’d been too late.

Regardless, I pack a bag of stuff to give them when I visit tomorrow. I might be soft, but no one messes with my kid.

You are a telepathic supervillain that uses their powers to create the perfect personalised hellscape for every hero. But when you peer into the mind of the newest hero you find that they are a complete mental wreck and honestly you just feel sorry for them.

[semimedieval]

all right. category five charlie cupcakes moment it's coming

in which everything gets very anime, and rooming arrangements are discussed at a length that is embarrassing even to our twelve-year-old selves.

first of all, i admire moopy's commitment to continuity. rim was not there for poppyworth!

Rim noticed the weird look people were giving them. "What's all the looks about?" He asked Quartz quietly. "I have no idea how it happened," Quartz replied. "But we're sort of...famous."

this tiny emergence of Yippee! Rim And Quartz Are Friends! In Opposite Hemispheres, Moopy And Katia Are Thinking "Do They Wanna Be More Than That?" is immediately drowned out by this ... debacle.

i love preteen jack with my whole entire heart but i am so impressed with the kind of preteen brainworms that says it's fucked up and inappropriate to write about ky coming into lupus's room to say hi but entirely comedic to write about... this

As they stepped in, a white Chef's hat popped up behind the counter. A voice that was oh too familiar said "Spark!!!!" Charlie jumped over the counter in his joy.(Others would call it craziness) "Come, come!" He wrapped his arm around her and planted a kiss on her lips. Spark froze, paralyzed. Oh god.(Okay Rass you can control Charlie now.) Charlie laughed "You like the outfit?" he twirled around showing his baby yellow roll up shirt, baby blue pants and pepto bismo pink apron. "It's sooo great to see everybody! How about a hug?" But everybody had screamed and ran outside, except Miyon who was looking at the display saying "How much is the strawberry one?"

Charlie is TRULY the Anasui Stone Ocean of extranei. World's gayest straight man. Except somehow out of the two the murderer is, by a small margin, more respectful of women's boundaries than the cupcake empire owner. And written less homophobically.

Rim held out his hand. "Some people think that you can't hug someone without being weird, I'm Rim," He babbled, a sliver of himself showing up for the first time since Monoceros. Charlie shook it enthusiastically. "I'm Charlie, Spark's boyfriend." "You are not!" Spark yelled. Rim glanced between the two and decided to steer away from the subject. "So I'm guessing you guys know each other?" He had forgotten to let go of Charlie's hand (LOL) and was still shaking it. XD

Moopy xir your reading comprehension. Charlie didn't hug spark he KISSED her. Though I appreciate the gentle self-mockery of Rim's deal that's happening here. Shoutout to the tasteful heteroeroticism with which i handle this in 2.0 (which removes the kiss)

Rim, meanwhile, had strode up to Charlie and given Quartz a reproachful look. “Some people can’t even say hi without being weird. Hi, I’m Rim, I’m a part-time detective and full-time chip-eater -” he raised his bag of chips as if in salute “- and I’m very happy to meet you! I don’t think we’ve had a chance to see each other, but I think it’s great that you’re opening up business opportunities - this place is really unlike anything I’ve seen before. But the town seems to be adapting to it!” In familiar Rim fashion, he had continued shaking Charlie’s hand, to the point that the latter was looking a bit rattled; gently, Quartz took Rim’s hand and disconnected it from Charlie’s.  “One shake is generally enough,” she said to him, and he made a face at her.  “You’re the Inspector of Physical Contact today,” he said, though he didn’t sound like he minded all that much. She looked down at his hand clutched in hers and let go abruptly, looking away.

What can I say, I'm kind of a homo about hands and so was fifteen-year-old me.

"I know! You can stay here! With me! I have some spare rooms in the back." Charlie answered, his eyes sparkling with a creepy look.

A lesson to fifteen-year-old girls everywhere: do not for the love of god accept free lodging from guys who treat you the way charlie treats spark. Like obviously nothing happens because charlie is supposed to be anime comedic relief but dear lord reading this as an adult i am simply like aaaaaAAARGH

Then, fragmentary records of the aforementioned argument between Jack and Augustine about room placements.

RASSBERRYCALLING: (can Charlie pair up chuji and obsidian?) TOESOCKSQUEEN: *Nods* He should pair up the worst people to be in rooms with each other, or better yet Lupus and Obsidian share a room? We have to keep the whole "code purple" thing. Girls together. Boys together. TOESOCKSQUEEN: I guees you're right. Do it! TOESOCKSQUEEN: I don't think we should do that....Boys and girls together is awkward. DRAGONODSESSED: Here's an idea: Lupus and Ob share a room, but Char-char sends Chuji and Ob to shop for groceries together ;)

Obsessed with everything about this exchange, from my formation of going grocery shopping together as the Height of Romance (it is, but-), to the idea that chuji and obsidian don't already go grocery shopping together regularly as part of living together, to the shitty roleplay etiquette of suggesting that lupus and obsidian room together (which would relegate me to roleplaying with myself!), to jack's aforementioned double standard about Funny Anime Sexual Harrassment being appropriate but Serious Romantic Rooomsharing being fucked up, to, finally, the fact that it takes all of us ages and ages to just get to the obvious conclusion, which is girls rooming together and boys rooming together.

Props to me for trying to find a middle ground, much as the middle ground was fucking goofy.

But back to the story. Rim asks if the gang wants to stay with Charlie, and Spark faints, because we're still in Extranei The Early 10s Popular Anime territory. Extranei is, of course, my favorite anime, but boy is it a deeply problematic one.

Spark felt the world start to spin. Darkness engulfed her.(Nice one Spark XDDDDD) Ky stared at Spark. "Does she not like Charlie?" Charlie jumped up and down like a child "Sleepover!" "Spark?" asked Quartz, grabbing her friend's hand.

In these trying times, it's good to see Quartz staying focused on what matters most (homoeroticism)

TOESOCKSQUEEN: (Spark should wake up with Charlie smiling above her XDDDDD) DRAGONODSESSED: o_O Edward Cullen's got nothing n him.

That's right, much of my relationships-oriented gender politics beliefs came from being a professional Twilight hater, the way people tended to be in the early 10s.

And once again pivoting in the Complicated World Of Jack's Acceptable Gender Politics, the continued discussion on rooming -

TOESOCKSQUEEN: (Okay, before anyone posts room choices lets think about this. Who should room with who?) DRAGONODSESSED: uh... Spark with Quartz, Rim with Lupus, Ob with Chuji and Miyon with Ky? TOESOCKSQUEEN: [now-deleted comment that clearly expresses displeasure about the plan] RASSBERRYCALLING: I thought you agreed? DRAGONODSESSED: sorry, it's just that Ras decided so and I think you agreed. but if you want, it can be Lupus and Ob.

First of all, stop calling him "Ob." Second of all, this continues to be really funny. Thirdly, AGAIN, I don't think it's unreasonable to say that the best narrative decision is for Chuji and Obsidian to hang out by choice rather than forced circumstance (as they end up doing!) and for the 'alternate sleeping arrangements' plot device to prompt not random matchups that force people to roleplay with themselves but rather "what if all of the girls and all of the guys in extranei all shared a room?" Which is ALSO what ends up happening.

back to heinous anime bullshit -

Charlie picked up unconscious Spark in his arms. Chuji shrunk back, knowing it was gonna end badly. "Hands off!" snapped Quartz. "Put her down." Charlie looked at Spark. "I'm going to be Prince charming and wake her up from her eternal slumber!" He leaned down to kiss her. "No!" Ky screamed. "Wake up! Spark!" "Personal Space!" Quartz insisted, pushing Charlie. Fortunately, Spark woke at that moment. "Charlie!!!!" She slapped him in the face and jumped out his arms. Spark ran off to Quartz. "Stupid Charlie." she said in at an inaudible mumble.

QUARTZ GREYTHORNE HAS ONE PRIORITY THIS WHOLE RP SESSION AND IT'S STOP CHARLIE AT ALL COSTS. If spark had not waken up quartz well and truly would have murdered him in cold blood. And he would have deserved it a little.

also spark running to quartz. lol.

I think at this point I was getting a little annoyed with Jack about the room stuff, but this has to be judged by memory because -

TOESOCKSQUEEN: (So these are the arrangments correct? Quartz and Obsidian, Lupus and Rim. I'm not sure about Miyon,Ky,Chuji and Spark though.) DRAGONODSESSED: I thought Obsidian was with Lupus?

I remember thinking "you are SO determined to put two of my characters out of commission at once with these rooming arrangements." I wanted Quartz and Spark to room together!

TOESOCKSQUEEN: (We're keeping boys with boys and girls with girls.) DRAGONODSESSED: Good idea :)

and then I remember thinking "dude whose roleplay is it give it a rest we get it" enough so that i pulled jack's own passive aggressive smiley on him. augustine is conspicuously absent from these proceedings.

"Okay everyone! Here are the rooms. Lupus and Obsidian, Spark Quartz and Miyon, Ky and Chuji, Rim will have his own room. Or he could room with me, if he wants."

IT IS SO SO CLOSE TO EASY AND CONVENIENT ROLEPLAY ETIQUETTE TO JUST PUT LUPUS RIM AND OBSIDIAN ALL IN THE SAME ROOM, THUS ENABLING MOOPY AND I TO RP WITH EACH OTHER INSTEAD OF WITH OURSELVES AT LENGTH. And after a brief interlude wherein Quartz and Spark evaluate their lodgings and Charlie continues to be kind of a freak -

Quartz left her bags by the bed that had a pink slip of paper with a bunny and a smudge of icing that read 'Quartz'. Had Charlie planned this all along? But she pushed the thought away, how could he even know they were coming? Spark walked into the room. It was magnificent, spacious and fancy. Was this a dream? It was like a palace. "Back room, huh?" asked Quartz. She looked behind her and grimaced. Her bed. It was adorned with the finest materials, roses lining its edges. "For Spark," a note read. "Wonderful taste, don't you think?" Quartz asked sarcastically. She took a rose. "He loves me,He loves me not,He loves me,He loves me not." She plucked the last petal. "He loves me. Dang."

First of all: I have been a little critical of Baby Jack in this post, but let the record show that the "he loves me not" bit is one of the most memorable and charming bits in the whole roleplay to me. I love Spark Birchby so much it's unreal.

Secondly: at long, long last, after significant agonizing from all ends, Jack poses the idea that should have just been the plan all along -

Can all the girls be in the same room? It'd be an epic sleepover. XDDD

- and everyone lives happily ever after.

tune in next time for (statistically speaking) more charlie antics, chuji and obsidian's grocery trip, and quartz greythorne being a gay homo.

[i-cant-sing]

Promise: Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki reader

This is a side story takes place in the YRHR series, after part 1, when the reader returns home, blind.

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"Y/n... Come on, wake up. Its 9 already." You heard him say, feeling the bed dip as he sat on it, gently touching the back of your shoulder. "Aren't you hungry? Mom's making your favourite."

When you gave no response, Shotou pulled the covers away from your face, his brows furrowing at the bandages around your eyes that had loosened up. You had did that, clawing at the meticulously tight knot Natsuo had done; you didn't like how it settled on your eyes.

"You're awake, right?" The only answer he got was you turning your cheek further away from him when he tried to caress it. Shotou didn't like your silence and he missed it when you used to ramble about almost anything to him. He missed when you were happy.

The door bell rang.

Shotou looked at his watch confused. Wasn't Natsuo supposed to come around at 11? He could hear Enji walking to the main door, and after a few seconds of silence, he heard footsteps coming towards your room. But then he heard some scuffling, and people talking- he recognised Enji's and Dabi's voices, his brother's getting louder by the second.

"I'll check who's there. Stay."

Stay? You would've rolled your eyes if, you know, you still had them.

A few more minutes passed and you could hear Dabi arguing with someone, and you think that Shotou is trying to calm him down. Deciding to take advantage of the situation, you got up from the bed. For the past whole month, Shotou would come to wake you up everyday, carrying you in his arms to the bathroom, never letting you walk on your own, claiming "you'll get hurt".

Idiot.

Taking one small step at a time, you stretched your arms out trying to reach the wall. Once you felt the cold, smooth surface, you used it to guide you towards the door.

No matter what you did, or how many times you told them to back off, that you can do this on your own, they wouldn't let you. Hell, you were pretty sure that if they could, they would breathe for you too. As if trying to instil in your mind that you're helpless without them, incapable of making your own decisions.

I'll show them how fucking capable I am.

After stubbing your toe only once, you finally reached the door, your hand gripping the metal knob. You placed your ear on the door, trying to figure out who and where everyone is standing. The corridor seemed empty and you think everyone is downstairs.

Opening the door, you used another wall to guide you towards the stairs. You hoped Shotou doesn't see you; he'd throw a hissy fit at you attempting to walk down the stairs.

As you took one careful step at a time, you heard the commotion grow louder. You could hear Dabi yelling profanities at the other person, certainly not Enji because Rei or Fuyumi would've stepped in by now to stop him. You used to stop him too, but ever since what happened, you don't really care anymore.

"Why the fuck are you even here?! She doesn't fucking want to see you!"

"Dabi-!"

"And who is gonna stop me? You? I'd be happy to knock you down on your ass- its about goddamn time!"

"Hawks!"

Hawks?

Hawks.

Hawks!

You almost stumbled down the last few steps, but you needed to know- was he, was he really here?

"K-Keigo?"

You heard his wings flap before you felt him, the wind gushed at your body strongly, making you lose your balance. But muscular arms wrapped around you before you could fall, and the winged hero lifted you up and spun you around, making you burst into laughter.

Rei was the first one to cry.

You laughed.

Not a bitter, sarcastic one.

A genuinely happy laugh.

And she missed her baby's laugh so much.

Dabi's eyes widened slightly. His heart clenching up a bit as he realised how he missed that beaming look on your face. He realised how fucking naive you were, how you were his little sister that he needed to protect.

Shotou felt envy. Why- why didn't you laugh like that with him? Why didn't you laugh for him? Was he... not a good brother?

Fuyumi actually rushed out of the kitchen when she heard you, her hands coming up to her mouth to suppress the sob that was building up. Too long. It had been too long since you were happy.

Natsuo smiled. He smiled as he saw you chortle when the hero's feathers tickled your cheek. He wished you would smile more often.

Enji's breath hitched as he saw you chuckle into Hawk's shoulder. It was so natural, so lively, so radiant. He had been dying to hear that sweet sound again.

Your heart was beating fast and your stomach was doing somersaults as you felt the air rushing through your hair and cooling on to your neck, the soft feathers brushing across your skin.

He really was here.

But so were they.

And you could feel their eyes on you.

Keigo frowned when he saw you curl yourself into him, as if trying to bury yourself into his chest. When he looked around, he saw them glaring and that's when he puffed out his wings before curling them around you; shielding you.

"I'll be spending time with my goddaughter. Do not disturb us." And with that, Hawks flew you up to your room, locking the door before they could sat anything. He could hear Dabi arguing, but he trusted Enji to handle him.

He set you on your bed, chuckling as you didn't let go of his collar.

"Its okay, dove. I'm here, now- ow!" You cut him off by punching his arm.

"Where were you?!"

"In your heart- ow! Stop hitting me!" He caught your wrists.

"You said you were gonna visit me at home! Its been a whole month-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but believe me, I really was busy!" Sighing, he continued. "The hero commission sent me to Europe for a mission and things got a bit messy, so I got caught up."

Yanking your hands out of his grip, you scowled. "Would it have killed you to call?"

"I mean I wouldn't say kill, but I probably could've lost a limb or two-" He started laughing when when you began getting up to walk to the door.

Keigo wrapped his arms around you, smiling cheekily"Y/n- I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. Come back-"

"No, let go! I don't have time for your bullshit" He continued laughing, easily picking you up and dropping you back on your bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Come on, now. Stop being mad." You heard him shuffling. "Besides, I've got something for you!"

He dropped something in your lap. You picked an item, your hands feeling around it, trying to figure out what the rectangular shaped box was.

"Whats this?"

"Oh, here. Let me help you." He lifted the lid of the box and you were immediately hit by a familiar smell.

"Chocolate?"

He hummed in confirmation"Your favourite ones too! They were always sold out! Luckily, I was able to use my charm on the owner."

"Charm? Oh, you mean where you pull that ugly smirk and do that half lidded look with your eyes, and you think that you look hot but you actually just look creepy?"

"Yeah- hey!"

And then the next 3 hours were spent like that, Hawks telling you about Europe and the bad guys he caught, you telling him about the way your family had been treating you.

"They don't let me do anything, they don't give me any privacy! Its like- its like they want me to be a doll!" You gave an exasperated sigh. "They- they act like they are being so generous. Like it was somehow my fault that my eyes got fried!"

"Oh come on. They can't be that bad-"

"They are! So much worse than before. Look, I'm a grown up- I need my space too! You know what Shotou said when I asked him to get me a walking stick? He said I don't need one since he can carry me everywhere. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get carried to the toilet every single day? Do you?!"

"Well, no-"

"And then Fuyumi cuts up my food and spoon feeds me herself! I know I'm blind but its not like I'm gonna stuff the food up my nose or something!"

The hero snickered at that.

"And then Enji reads me these novels or the newspaper and he skips over the parts he thinks I'm too "young" or "immature" to understand! They even monitor what I listen to! Fuyumi or Shotou would be quick to change the channel if something above pg 10 comes on!" You ran a hand through your hair frustratedly. "I asked Enji to get me a Braille and the first few time he pretended like he didn't hear me, before finally saying that I don't need one!"

"Don't worry, I'll sneak in a Braille for dummies the next time I visit."

"Hey-! Wait... what do you mean "next time"?"

"Oh come on! I promise I'll come earlier next time. Maybe in like 2 weeks-"

"No."

"What-"

"No. I want to leave this place today. You promised."

"Y/n-"Keigo reached to place a hand on your shoulder but you pushed him off.

"You. Promised. You said you'll get me out of here when I leave the hospital" You inhaled deeply. "Well, guess what, Hawks? Its been a whole month."

"I know but you're not well enough-"

"I AM! If anything, staying here is harming me more!" Your tone was getting angrier. "You said- you said you would take me away from them."

"I can't do it right now. The hero commission needs me-"

"I need you! Or am I just not worth your time?"

"Please, dove- try to understand. How will I take care of you if I'm out at the agency?"He tried to pet your head but you smacked his hand away, snarling at him.

"You're a liar. A big fucking liar! Was this the plan all along? To give me hope that you'll save me, only to fucking crush it?!" The hero managed to dodge the box of chocolates you threw at him. "I don't need fucking chocolate or your stupid presents. I need to get out of this goddamn house!"

The hero began walking towards the door. "You're not thinking rationally- I'll- I'll leave." But before the hero could manage to take another step, you were leaping towards him, but since you couldn't see, you only managed to fall near his feet. When he grabbed your shoulders to help you up, you were quick to latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly.

"No- no! Don't go. Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. Please, don't be mad. I swear I'll behave, just don't leave me here!" Your hold onto him was becoming painfully tight.

Keigo felt like someone was breaking his heart piece by piece as he looked at you. The way your body shook from your pitiful sobs, the way you held onto his jacket as if your life depended on it- he was forced to remember how vulnerable you looked the night he brought you back to the this house. The same night when you begged and begged him to fly you away, that you'll do anything as long as he didn't dropped you back at the Todoroki estate.

"Y/n- darling, love, listen to me. I promised you that I'll keep you save, didn't I? I promise I'll come back soon-"

"YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT SHE'S DONE TO ME! SHE BURNED MY FUCKING EYES HAWKS! I'M FUCKING BLIND! DO I NEED TO LOSE A LIMB FOR YOU TO GET ME OUT OF HERE?! DO I HAVE TO SUFFER FROM ANOTHER "ACCIDENT"?!"

Hawks knew that bitch Rei did this on purpose, he knew and it killed him that he couldn't save you from her. He wanted to tell you that he believed you, and he was preparing a place for you. But the hero knows your siblings were eavesdropping, right on the other side of the door.

He had to be careful and play the fool if he wanted to get you out of this hell hole.

"Y/n please-"

You shook your head repeatedly, pulling him closer to you as you shrieked at him. "No. NO! I wont let you go! I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME! Keigo, I'm begging you! Take me with you, please! I'll die! I'll die! I'LL FUCKING DIE, KEIGO! PLEASE!"

Your loud screams had your siblings bursting through the door, obviously using a spare key. "Y/n, whats wrong-" You jumped away when they touched your shoulder, giving Hawks chance to slip away.

You instantly reached out for him, flailing your arms around to get a hold of him again. But the hero was already out the door and your siblings quickly pulled you back into their arms, shushing you, trying to calm you down.

But you were inconsolable. Thrashing around in Shotou's arms, you kept begging for Hawks to come back. "HAWKS COME BACK! LET ME GO! HAWKS, PLEASE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE!" It pained them to see you like this, so hysterical; Shotou and Fuyumi whispered sweet nothings but you payed them no mind. Natsuo knew you were going to hyperventilate soon, but he was more worried about you bursting a vessel in your head.

Thinking fast, he quickly brought up a tranquilliser- and the moment the sharp smell of the alcohol swab hit your nose, you were wrestling harder to get out Shotou's and Fuyumi's arms.

"Y/n, please calm down-"

"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! KEIGO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! COME BACK- STOP! STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP!" You screamed louder than before when you felt her cold hands gripping your arm, holding it still so that your brother could administer the dose.

As the drug began taking effect, your thrashing slowed down before you finally slumped into Shotou's arms. The tranquilliser numbed the headache that was forming, and you felt Fuyumi use a tissue to wipe the snot and the spit off your face.

"I'll die... I'll die... And you won't be there. And I'll die..."

Hawks was in a trance like state as he watched Shotou tuck you under the covers. He wanted to use his sharp feathers to slice off that cold bitch's hand that brushed the hair out of your face, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your daunting screams rang through his ears; his chest felt like some was shoving a knife through it slowly as he played back the image of you trying to wring yourself free from their arms, one hand still reaching out for him. It took everything in him not to grab it and pull you away from those monsters, but he had to remind himself of the bigger picture.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the pyromaniac standing next to him until he spoke.

"This is all your fault."

Hawks looked at Dabi. His fault?

"You shouldn't have come here."

"She's my goddaughter-"

"Shut the fuck up." Dabi narrowed his eyes at the hero. "She's like this because you gave her false hope. Hope, that one day she'll get away from us. You and I both know that's not gonna happen." He sighed before continuing. "You call yourself a hero, but in reality, you're no better than us."

As Hawks turned to leave, not willing to let the villian get on his nerves, Dabi spoke again.

"Dont bother coming back. She won't forgive you. She'll never forget this betrayal."

Hurtful as they were, he knew the words he said were true.

Hawks was almost out the gates when he saw Enji sitting in the garden, looking at the koi pond. He should've left, should've flown away but there was something in Enji's eyes that had the winged hero walking towards him. He recognised the emotion as soon as he got close.

Sorrow.

Or was it guilt?

Perhaps a mixture of both.

"Endeavour, are you... alright?"

The number 1 hero looked away from the fish and blinked at him.

"Hawks? What are you still doing here?"

The blonde chuckled nervously. "I was just on my way out." He gazed at him. "Are you okay? You seem to be in deep thought."

Enji only stared at him. Taking his silence as the answer, Hawks turned to leave.

"Why did you come here today, Keigo?"

Keigo.

He suppressed the urge to shudder the way his name rolled off his tongue.

"She's my goddaughter too. Why? Do you think it was a bad decision to come?"

"No." Enji sighed. "I just- she hadn't laughed like that in a long time."

Hawks stood beside him. "She's still traumatised from the kitchen accident. Its understable-"

"No. She hadn't laughed like that for a long time, even before this happened." Enji's eyes moved towards the night sky. The stars were twinkling extra bright tonight. How he wished you could see it. "Before she lost her sight, she used to look out the window, her eyes searching sky." He gulped. "She was looking for you, Keigo. You- you made her happy, you make her laugh. I don't."

Hawks placed his hand on Enji's shoulder. "That's not true, Enji. You do make her happy. She loves you. She feels safe with you. She sees you as her protector."

"She does?"

He nodded. "Of course. If you want things to return to normal, you need to treat her normally too. Just- just talk to her. Sort out the issues and wash away whatever fears she has." Hawks wanted Enji to listen to you, to really listen to you and protect you from Rei. He could only hope that Enji understood what he meant.

Hawks was right, Enji realised. Whatever delusions you have of Rei wanting to hurt you on purpose, of being the "bad person", they can all be cleared up if he just talked to you. Ever since the incident, the family avoided talking to you about Rei or the events that had occurred that day.

If he just talked to you, things will return to normal. You'll become happy again.

"Thank you, Keigo."

Hawks only smiled in return. "I'll be leaving now."

"Okay. When will you visit again?"

"I'll be gone for longer now. The hero commission is sending me on another mission again."

"Oh. Safe travels, then."

As Hawks flew away, he began thinking about the house.

The house where he was going to take you to soon. He just needs to add a few finishing touches before he sets his plan in motion. The plan to rescue you, and eventually Enji, from those sadist that call themselves your family.

He will not let his dove get hurt again.

He'll save you this time.

He promises.

Thoughts?

Idk how this turned out, angst wasn't the plan initially. Guess I'll write godfather Hawks fluff for another day.

Anyways, now that this is done, I'll start working on RE 8 fic now.

[strawberrysurecake]

NEKO PARADISO (=^._.^=)∫ ♡♡

Chapter 2. Sweet Dreaming

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Note: Crack at it again—I mean back—with chapter 2.

As always, comments and constructive criticism are welcome! I may not be able to reply to them but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate them!

The words ‘café mastar’ rang in your mind.

It sounded silly—like something a child came up with—yet with Giorno’s soothing voice and gentle touch, there was a warm air of elusive nostalgia. What was so familiar about him and his dumbass pun?

You cocked your head to the side. “Have we met before?”

Golden ears flicked forward as he flashed you a smug grin and shrug. “You’ll figure it out, Mistress.”

He smoothly released your hands and withdrew to his companions. Narancia and Fugo had ceased squabbling by the time Giorno settled himself beside the confused pair.

‘You’ll figure it out, Mistress.’

You gaped your mouth like an offended goldfish. Why couldn’t Giorno tell you straight? Now it really bugged you, but as much as you’d like to press that matter, there was a bigger question that needed answering.

“So, back to the catboy thing...” You sceptically pointed to their peculiar feline features. “Those ears and tails can’t be real, right?”

“Of course they’re real,” Narancia scoffed, arms crossed. He demonstrated said realness by wiggling his folded ears and tail. “See?”

“But...” What did you miss in biology class?

“We’re catpeople—or ‘catboys’ as you put it.” Mista shrugged. “If you still don’t believe it, you can feel my tail up for proof.”

You raised a hand but awkwardly hesitated. Was there correct etiquette for feeling up the tail of a guy you just met?

Fuck it.

You graciously accepted his offer and lifted a wary arm to his stripy appendage. The tail moved with a mind of its own. Muffled body heat under the velvety coat faintly emanated against your fingers and palm.

It was the real deal.

“Oh my God. You really are real-life catboys,” you breathed, intently running your fingertips up and down his tail’s length. 

Mista mewled when you grazed an inconspicuous spot. His voice climbed an impressive octave. “Nyaaah, Mistress! Not there! It’s sensitive!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” you squeaked and promptly let go.

However embarrassing, you still couldn’t believe it. There were real-life catboys in your kitchen! Did some weeaboo genetically engineer them?

“We normally don’t share this aspect of ourselves with humans,” explained Bucellati, “but because you’re our new owner, it’s only natural you should know.”

You gritted your teeth upon hearing ‘new owner’ again. Could you really afford to house six catboys you just met on such short notice? The fluffy one even mentioned the mafia.

Could you really house six ex-mafia catboys?

You frowned. With business so slow, you barely housed yourself.

“Should I really be your new owner? It’s just”—you sucked in a breath to piece together the internal chaos swarming in your head—“I’m not exactly ‘ owner’ material. I don’t have much money or living space...and I work in retail.” You envisioned the myriad of luxuries a gangster would have. Their eccentric fashion painted a picture of delicious, seven-course meals and huge, plush beds to sleep in after a hard day of curb stomping civilians. “It might be different from what you’re used to...”

A firm clasp on the shoulder snapped you out of your worried stupor. Buccellati’s intense gaze softened as you peeped up at him. “Whatever you can provide is enough for us. I believe Polpo saw something in you. You earned his trust so we’ll honour his decision to leave us with you.” Plump lips curved upwards. The glint in his deep sea eyes had optimism powerful enough to faintly lift your dimmed spirit. “Don’t worry, Mistress. We’ll work for you as compensation for you taking us in. Serving you will be our last duty as the capo’s former soldatos.”

You deflated under Buccellati’s generous affirmations. Perhaps it was fate to become a crazy catboy lady. Buccellati was insistent you were the right woman for the job and to your surprise, it seemed Polpo genuinely was a mafioso like you jokingly mused. He wasn’t some ordinary gangster, either; the title of capo was significant. His judgement to select you held more weight than ever before.

God, you hoped Polpo’s judgement was right.

“If we’re to work here, we should get started,” Fugo suggested.

You gawked at the hole-cladded boy. “Huh? Like right now?” Didn't they only burst out of your oven a moment ago?

“Sure. Why not,” he replied, a hand on his hip. “So where are we exactly? I assume this is the café’s kitchen?”

You nodded. “Yeah, and over there is the front,” you gestured to a wide doorway situated adjacent to a narrow flight of stairs, “and upstairs is where I live. I guess it’s also where you’re going to live, too...”

“You mean we don’t have to travel for work? Sweet!” Narancia cheered with a fist pump mid-air.

You chuckled. Honestly, that was your reaction upon finding this place available for rent, too.

“Alright then. Show me around the café. I’d like to inspect it.”

You quirked a brow at Fugo. “What about the others?”

From your peripheral vision, Mista sneakily wrapped his arms around Narancia and Abbacchio. “Let’s explore upstairs while Fugo and Mistress are busy.”

“Mistress better have a TV up there,” Abbacchio grumbled and let Mista escort him up the stairs.

“And a gaming console,” Narancia chirped as he followed closely behind. He stopped on the second step and leaned out. “Giorno, you coming or what?”

Giorno opened his mouth to respond but Buccellati quickly intervened. “I need to talk to Giorno first.”

Narancia squinted, shrugged, then hastily disappeared up the stairs, much to your dismay.

“Don’t you dare look in my bedroom!” you yelled with a stomp. Fugo grasped the back of your collar before you could give chase.

“Come on, Mistress. There’s a lot we need to cover,” Fugo urged and tugged you towards the wide doorway.

You whimpered as you were led away. Your stomach churned at the dreadful prospect of your new roommates rummaging through your private belongings unsupervised.

It was one long, anxiety-inducing half-hour. You leaned over the counter, drumming an uneven tempo onto its hard surface, while Fugo scrutinised every machine, menu and utensil in the café. Blond locks shielded his expression but that didn’t stop you from attempting to telepathically read his mind.

Why wasn’t he talking? Were those grunts of joy or disappointment? Was his tail flicking side-to-side because he’s impressed? Did he even know what he was doing?

“It’s a good place although a bit plain.”

You snapped back to reality upon hearing Fugo finally share his thoughts. His eyes flickered around the scenery behind him as he stood opposite you from the counter, hand resting on the edge. 

“Huh? What do you mean?” you asked.

In your own humble opinion, Milky Maid Paradise was aesthetic as it was inviting. It was the kind of place you dreamed of spending your mornings and afternoons in. It was the idealistic facility of respite you desired to share with your childhood community. Now it was a reality you passionately worked and lived in.

“I’ve been to many cafés before. They’re a lot like this one,” he expanded. He turned to face you, eyeing the frills adorning your outfit. “Besides your maid outfit, what else does this café have to offer?”

“Well, uh…”

Good cake? Quick coffee? Pretty layout? But those were the bare minimum for any decent café…

“Yeah, maybe it is a little generic,” you admitted tentatively. “But isn’t that enough? Good food and service is plenty for most customers.”

“For many, yes, but what’s more important now is drawing in customers.”

“ Oh ,” you replied lamely. “It’s true I haven’t been doing much advertising lately.”

“I’ll work something out,” Fugo assured with a half-hearted glance. “The front of the café appears solid. Shall we move on to the kitchen now?”

You rose off the counter with a stretch. It was about time he finished deciphering sandwich menus and the barely-used logbook. “Yeah, let's go. I want to improve what we can. After all, Polpo’s put a lot of faith in this café.”

“Yeah,” Fugo responded quietly. His brows knitted together as he frowned. “Master Polpo…”

You and Fugo quickly occupied the kitchen once more. Evidence of the explosion that happened early afternoon still remained scattered on the kitchen bench as you walked in. Presumably, Buccellati and Giorno must have finished talking and joined the others upstairs, leaving you alone with the curly-furred catboy. Whatever those two talked about, you hadn’t the faintest clue.

Fugo resumed inspecting while you busied yourself with packing away leftover cake ingredients and loading dirty equipment into the dishwasher. As Fugo neared the bench, deep purple eyes trailed from the mess to the incriminating recipe.

“Mistress, did Polpo say anything to you before he left?” he asked.

You turned your head away from the clutter of the pantry. If you could somehow cram the muffin tray in there, everything would be packed away. “Not much besides how this café needs extra people staffing it. Why?”

He chewed his lip, seemingly unconvinced. “Just suspicious.”

You pouted as you shoved the tray inside and slammed the pantry door. You leaned against it as a precaution. “What are you suspicious of?”

Fugo dropped the recipe he was holding and crossed his arms. “Polpo’s intentions. Buccellati was a longtime valuable asset to the capo for years. I can’t fathom how Polpo could forfeit his best subordinate and team over to some random owner of a niche café no one in this city has ever heard of.”

That was certainly a harsh way of describing things . Though, Fugo’s concerns were valid. Why you , indeed. You had never met Polpo before today so why did he trust you enough to take ownership of valued members of his organisation?

You merely shrugged. “I don’t know how or why he chose me but I’m grateful all the same. And I’m very grateful that you’re taking the time to critique this café.” You strenuously performed a small curtsy, as best you could with your ass scraping against the pantry.  “Thanks, Fugo.”

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze. Instead, his attention diverted to the leftover orange on the bench. He picked the zested citrus up and examined its marred peel with slitted pupils.

“Is something the matter?” you asked after a moment.

Fugo dropped his stern gaze from the orange to you by the pantry. “Mistress, I need to make one thing clear.”

Your apron was wrinkled clump between your digits. “Oh?”

“I don’t trust you.”

“...Oh.”

“Buccellati and Giorno may, but I don’t.” He folded his semi-clothed arms, orange still in hand. “I won’t lower my guard around you just because you're my owner.”

“I can understand,” you replied. “Trust is something that takes time, right? We can get to know each other as we live together. Then maybe we'll become friends or something.”

Fugo grimaced. “Like I’d ever befriend a human.”

“What ? What did humans ever do to you?” You manoeuvred your hands to your hips. “What have I ever done to you?”

His curly tail frizzed twice its typical fluffiness behind his back—a biological sign that this conversation was getting real serious. “It doesn’t matter if I tell you. I’ll never trust humans, and I don’t trust you to not dump us into the streets once we stop becoming useful to you.”

You winced at the thought. Some people would kill to have their own catboy. Were there really morons out there who would abandon them? “Fugo, I’d never abandon you or your friends. Not even Abbacchio who probably hates me.”

He clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. “What makes you so sure?”

“Because I’m—” you gestured jauntily to yourself, “—not a monster? I don’t know what kinds of people you’ve met but I promise I’m not like that. I’ll do my best to take care of you, Buccellati, Narancia and the others with the little income I have.”

He huffed then relaxed his posture a tiny fraction, tail almost deflating to its default volume. Ears twitched as he rested a hand on his hip. “Very well. I apologise for losing my temper.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, having somehow tamed this catboy. “No, it’s okay. It’s not like you had much choice getting stuck with me.”

Fugo grunted in agreement. “However, if you try anything to harm me or my team, this—” he mercilessly crushed the orange in his bare fist, juice dripping over the tiles and splattering onto your chin and cheek, “—will be your head. Understood, Mistress?”

You swiped the sticky droplets off your face. The absolute audacity of this kitty. You knew he was a gangster but not an asshole.

“Understood, Fugo,” you muttered through gritted teeth. “Now I have to clean this mess up, too...”

There was orange juice sprayed everywhere. You scooted your ass off the pantry for a moist rag but without your back to support the doors, the doors of the pantry flew open. Trays and pans clattered as they loudly poured out of their compartment like a metallic landslide.

“And that…” you groaned. You looked to Fugo. “Mind helping me?”

At last, you made it out of the kitchen alive—with your skull intact, mercifully. 

To summarise Fugo’s critiques, he suggested minor organisational changes for efficiency’s sake, all to benefit a team of seven; advertisements on social media to bolster the café’s presence across the city; and unique, trendy menu items to coax new patrons—all of which he insisted he undertake designing himself. It had been less than a day and Fugo was already climbing the ranks.

He also suggested you rename Milky Maid Paradise.

You pouted indignantly. What was wrong with ‘Milky Maid Paradise’!?

The pair of you trudged into your humble living room where empty cardboard boxes littered the hardwood flooring and fuzzy pastel rug. The setting sun filtered through sheer curtains, forming a warm glow on your family’s old plush sofa that Buccellati, Giorno and Abbacchio sank comfortably on.

You acknowledged them with a smile. “Sorry for the mess. I just moved here so I haven’t yet finished unpacki—”

You shrieked as a black and orange blur lunged from the side. It gripped your shoulders with intense fervour.

“Why is there no TV or Play Station!? Are you that poor, Mistress!?”

“I—”

To your much needed rescue, a knight in shining leather pants barged Narancia off of you. Unfortunately, his stronger pair of hands gripped you tighter and more fervently.

“Mistress! Mistress! Why are there four cushions on the sofa!? Do you want us to die !?” Mista wailed as he savagely shook you.

You struggled to respond. You let the world sway around you.

“We don’t have anywhere to sleep, either,” Abbacchio added, unimpressed.

You lightly shoved Mista off you who flopped with a thump and a questionable clatter of bullets raining from his hat. Vertigo crept but you fought it down for dignity’s sake.

“I know and I’m sorry. This all happened on short notice so I’m not prepared. Maybe one of you can use my bed and another can use the sofa? I can lay blankets and pillows on the rug too.”

“We can sleep in these boxes,” Giorno suggested, foot playfully nudging one of the many empty boxes on the floor.

“Like strays?” Abbacchio’s disdain etched a wrinkle on his nose. “I don’t know about you but I’m not some dirty stray.”

“ You can sleep on the sofa and the rest of us will sleep in boxes,” Buccellati finalised. “Mistress, you keep the bed. You deserve your own space.”

You eyed him funnily. You've had sleeping arrangement arguments with friends before but none of your friends ever volunteered to sleep inside literal cardboard. “Are you sure? That doesn’t sound too comfy.”

To prove you wrong, Fugo slunk into a box and reemerged his head from the top. “It’s fine. It might not be comfortable for humans but it’s comfortable for catpeople.”

You acquiesced with a shrug. “If you say so...”

You battled to endure a poker face. For someone with an explosive temper, Fugo looked too precious peeking out of a box.

But the battle wouldn't last long. A growl from Mista’s stomach disturbed the tranquillity. He rubbed his neck with a strained laugh. “Heh, what’s for dinner, Mistress?”

Good question.

You mulled over your options, finger tapping your chin. It was a little late to whip up dinner for seven and who knows if you had the quantity of ingredients for it. Though there was one other option...

“We can order delivery,” you announced, hands clasped. “What do catpeople eat?”

The catboys glanced at each other until Narancia piped up for the team.

“Margherita pizza!”

You sat around the low, living room coffee table, your bums cushioned by the soft pastel rug. On your left sat Narancia, guzzling down slice after slice of margherita pizza while on your right sat Giorno, elegantly poised and savouring the rich flavours of fresh mozzarella and soft porcini mushrooms. Mista and Fugo joined you on the floor while Abbacchio and Buccellati dined on the sofa like kings overseeing a banquet even though you paid for everything.

“This is the good shit, Mistress. Glad we convinced ya to order authentic Italiana and not the crappy American kind,” Mista commented across the table. “We haven’t had proper lunch before we got zapped here.”

You paused mid-bite, intrigued. “What happened before I summoned you?”

Mista waved his half-eaten pizza. “Well, we were chilling in our dining room,” he began.

Mista picked at his food and grimaced. “What flavour is this cake? Shit flavour?”

“It’s not vanilla or even lemon... It’s just bland,” Abbacchio mumbled, inspecting the blond crumbs on his fork.

“It’s like they baked the bare essentials to make what technically counts as cake,” Fugo added.

“Just finish your plates. Master Polpo gifted this to us and to refuse his generosity would be a sign of disrespect.” Buccellati's ears flexed back as he frowned. “You know how he feels about respect.”

Silence overcame the table afterwards then Narancia resurfaced an old conversation topic.

“After eating this cake, would I still taste good?”

Giorno stared at his empty plate, not a single crumb left behind. “Probably.”

Then a burning light flashed.

Without warning, the room warped around their modest dining table. Light and shadow inverted and their tiny room span rapidly, toyed by time and space bending anomalously.

The world was pitch-black until a pop in their triangular ears and sensation of cool, solid ground signalled it was over. Slitted pupils strained in the bright overhead lights to adjust to chocolate brown tiles and polished stainless steel surfaces. Above them stood you in a frilly maid outfit, waving an unthreatening toothpick.

“I don’t get how he does it, either. Polpo’s an enigma,” Mista spoke with a shrug, mouth full of pizza.

You hummed and pondered the story over. He mentioned they ate bland cake. Could there be a correlation between the cake they consumed and the cakes you baked, thus summoning them to you? How the hell would that be possible?

“He’s an enigma indeed,” you dryly concluded. He was a man who could vanish in a flash and willingly gave catboys away to small business owners.

Still hungry, you knelt for another slice of pizza. You sifted through empty boxes until your hand brushed a remaining slice—the last slice of pizza.

You were careful to observe anyone else’s interest in snatching it before moving it to your plate. It seemed everyone was still eating what remained on their plates but before you could indulge in your prize, you caught a clearer glimpse of Narancia.

He stared longingly at the empty boxes resting upon the coffee table, not unlike a sad puppy. With him close by your side, his scrawny physique was more apparent. He lacked the same bulk around his arms and torso the other catboys possessed. The only evidence of fat on his lean body was in his boyish cheeks. It was a wonder what his previous owner usually fed him.

Your eyes shifted guiltily between your plate and his. The poor kitty hadn’t had proper food since breakfast. He could use the extra slice more than you.

“Hey, Narancia,” you quietly called. You presented the golden slice of margherita pizza to him. “Here. You can have the last one.”

Black, folded ears twitched tentatively at your offer. “Are you sure? You grabbed it first. You paid for it.”

You waved a dismissive hand. “Yeah, I’m sure. That only means I get to decide who to give it to.” With that, you unceremoniously plopped the pizza onto his plate; there would be no room for arguments.

Violet eyes shimmered in disbelief and his tail followed suit. Narancia muttered his gratitude to you and bit into the pizza gratefully.

You smiled at how adorable he was. A simple gesture like this was the least you could do as his owner.

Though from his back pocket, the silver of his switchblade glinted. Of course, Narancia could slit your throat anytime he wanted, but you tucked away that ridiculous thought. How could he murder the hands that fed him free pizza?

With dinner done, you brushed off crumbs and shuffled towards the corner of the living room where you unpacked a loaded box of fabrics.

“When you’re all finished, I have some uniforms for you all to pick from.”

Abbacchio leaned past Buccellati’s broad frame to see. “They’re not maid costumes, are they?”

Your mouth tightened to a thin line. You had bad news to deliver.

Abbacchio read your silence. “Fuck’s sake.”

You contemplatively stroked one of the frilly articles on your lap. While you believed men could rock dresses, frills and bows, it wouldn’t be right to force it upon them. Comfort was more important than appearances, after all.

“You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to,” you said. Your grasp on the article slackened slightly. If it made them more comfortable, you would happily compromise running a gimmicky maid café for a plain old conventional café.

From behind, Giorno snuck up and delicately plucked a pink dress amongst the heap piled beside you. “I’ll wear one, Mistress. It’s a maid café so it’s not a big deal,” he assured with a smile.

“Me too,” Mista spoke, smirking behind the coffee table. “I’ll wear one ironically.”

Narancia twisted around to participate. “If there’s one that isn’t too girly, I’ll wear it...”

“I’ll wear one too,” Buccellati said. A prideful smile crinkled his eyes. “It’ll be good for business.”

A palm impacted the table. A red-faced, flat-eared Fugo tremored where he sat. “Give me whatever’s there.”

Your hands rose to your chest. Your heart pattered against your ribs like rain on a tin roof but really, you were filled with beaming rays of sunshine. “Everyone...” you breathed.

Wait, not everyone . You glanced at Abbacchio who glowered back with sharply furrowed eyebrows.

“Fine! I’ll wear one!” He stormed over and yanked the garment off your lap. The smoky-hued fabric draped over his toned arm and cascaded down to his knees. “Happy, Mistress?”

A giggle bubbled from your chest. “I’m very happy, Abbacchio.” Perhaps the big, grumpy catman was as soft inside as he was with his fluffy tail.

None of them had to but they chose to. They were willing to wear cute maid outfits for you and the café. Nothing could contain your enthusiasm.

Together, the seven of you sorted through maid outfits to wear as a team. You bought them online for any future employees to wear and you couldn’t wait to see what they’d look like on everyone tomorrow.

Was this Polpo's intention? To have these catboys join you as valued staff in your maid café? Maybe now, the café would finally succeed.

“You’re sure you’re all good there? It’s not too cold or cramped?” you asked.

“We told you, we’re fine. Please get some rest, Mistress,” Giorno assured from his stuffed cardboard box. “Tomorrow will be our first day working together.”

Everyone but Abbacchio, who haughtily hogged the sofa, curled up in a box of their own, insulated by whatever pillows and thick linen you had spare in your closet. You made a mental note to go shopping later in the week.

“Okay then. I’m turning the lights off now.” You traced the nub of the light switch by the hallway. “Goodnight, everyone. Wake me up if you need anything. You know where my room is.”

“Buonanotte,” they chimed back.

You flicked the lights off. The living room dimmed to blackness instantly. Only through the cool moonlight and flickering street lamps could you make out the fuzzy silhouettes of ears, boxes and furniture.

You tiptoed past the hallway and into the much-needed privacy of your quaint little bedroom. You slipped out of your frilly work clothes and donned the first set of pyjamas you could find before flumping onto your rugged single bed. The mattress dipped with your dead weight and you let the bed covers surround you before exhaling. Stress escaped your lungs and dissipated into the cool night air.

It was warm and peaceful in bed. For the first time since this morning, you had time to yourself again. Time to think. Time to slow down and comprehend.

So, catboys apparently existed and six of them were sleeping in your living room. They were a rowdy bunch and with a criminal background to boot. How would they handle the transition from crime to café?

You stifled a yawn. Though your body was sluggish, your mind refused to slumber. It jumped from one thought to the other. Like, what if your café continued to roll downhill? How would you feed and house the catboys and yourself then? What about your friends and family? Would they believe your situation is real and not think you’re trying to concoct a wet dream? 

You clumsily pulled your smartphone from under your pillow, careful not to unplug it from its charger. The dazzling screen burned your retinas as you strained to read a text message sent from your best friend a few hours ago.

How’s the café going!!? :3 :D I might have to visit and find out soon!

Shit. How could you explain to them? You dropped your phone and muffled an incoherent scream into your pillow. Now you really couldn’t sleep.

You tossed and turned under the covers in vain until a knock on your bedroom door put an end to your funny horizontal dance. You held back a sigh before whipping the heavenly covers off your torso and shuffling over your freezing floorboards to the door.

“Coming,” you announced before quietly peeling the door open to reveal a messy head of black hair. “Narancia? How can I help you?”

The catboy in question rubbed his eye. “Is it okay if I sleep with you tonight? Mista meows in his sleep.”

Suddenly, the floorboards felt like eggshells.

“S-sure…” you answered carefully. “My bed can probably fit two people…”

Narancia grinned at your response. “Grazie, Mistress!”

You silently let Narancia inside and shut the door behind him. A vertical tail followed the catboy as he unabashedly made a beeline towards your bed and dove under the covers, ignoring all the kitschy posters framed on your walls and your sizable collection of quirky trinkets and manga on your shelf.

He’s going to see that shit in the morning, you realised.

But there was no time for worry or embarrassment now. You robotically joined Narancia in bed and awkwardly slipped into the blankets beside him, cosying up as best you could with the limited space available.

“Good night, Mistress,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling your nose.

“Good night, Narancia,” you whispered back.

Your room was too dark to make out his features but if the soft vibrations of his purrs rumbling from his chest meant anything, he was already dozing off.

They say a cat’s purr is the most soothing sound in the world to humans. Perhaps they’re right. You were drifting off to sleep, too.

[yamagucji]

Embarrassing moments

warnings. just for shits n giggles, 14+ readers preferably, mentions of vomit, poop, choking, etc.

HINATA was extremely constipated and needed to use the bathroom quick. but there’s a long line to the mens bathroom (what’s the occasion anyway??) and he’s standing all the way at the back. poor hinata felt a fart coming so he just couldn’t... hold it in. mans SHARTED. shitted and farted at the same time. it stunk so bad that the guys in front of him said, “damn, you need the toilet more than me,” and let him cut in line.

USHIJIMA and tendou stopped to pet this dog during their walk. tendou’s conversing with the owner while toshi’s petting the dog. dog likes it, it’s all good. until... it got bored and decided that toshi’s butt smelled good. dog just wouldn’t stop sniffing his ass. “please, stop smelling me,” toshi says with desperation, which now catches the others’ attention. the owner has to pry their dog away from toshi’s ass cheeks, please. the awkward tension kinda dies down until tendou utters, “so, what’s your secret? what product are you using?”

YAMAGUCHI drank water in the middle of silent class reading. this boy started choking— and i mean choking on his water. you can hear his muffled coughs in the distance and when you turn around to look at him, his face is all red and his cheeks are puffy. none of his classmates say anything but you can practically feel second-hand embarrassment oozing around. the assistant teacher even has the audacity to say, “drink some water.”

KENMA’s calling this one his last try. he sticks his remaining coins into the slot and tries to get the brand new nintendo box thats in the machine. mf has been going at this for over twenty minutes now. his pouch is empty and there’s a crowd of kids waiting for him. no miracle happens in his last try (shit got stuck!!) so he has to move away only to watch in horror— as the kid after him manages to get it. you’re gonna have to hold kenma down before he hunts that kid with every bit of his soul.

DAICHI had a fat one coming in, that’s for sure. thought it was a free real estate just because everyone else in the camp seemed asleep. so he let that monster fart come out (even partly stuck out his thigh for better airway). whole team was awake in a matter of seconds. nishinoya’s jumped off his sleeping bag and asking everyone if they heard that “loud bang.” tanaka’s over here sniffing around because he knows that no one has got some kind of bomb that stinks.

SAKUSA’s not gonna admit to this one. but one time he opened a bathroom stall (it was unlocked) only to find that it was occupied. there are no words to accurately describe just how horried the sight was. sitting on the toilet was a man taking a shit, with his dick on full boner mode, staring back at sakusa. they only made eye contact for just 2 seconds but sakusa’s seen enough. he’s heard enough too, when said stranger asked him, “you wanna join me?”

ASAHI projectile vomited at the theaters. you should’ve known it was a bad idea to take him out to dinner before going to watch a scary movie. man had no courage to tell you he had an upset stomach nor tell you he’s not a fan of horror. it’s twenty minutes into the movie and he’s poking your arm— but you don’t notice because you’re too engrossed. another twenty minutes, and a jumpscare comes on. man beside you vomits like there’s no tomorrow. ya’ll spend the rest of the movie secretly trying to clean his throw-up.

TENDOU was watching anime in his dorm peacefully. until... the whole shiratorizawa team opened the door just in time for the show to switch up to an inappropriate scene. out of all the times they could’ve walked in, they really had to come when 2d clown man was moaning and fighting a kid? tendou scrambled to close his laptop but now he’s just staring back at his teammates; silent, except for the fact that his show is still playing and you can still hearing moaning in the background.

TSUKISHIMA turned his house upside down and still couldn’t find his glasses, nor his extra pair. he was about to leave bare eyed until his mom caught him and forced him to wear his sports glasses. yeah, the one with the whole strap and everything. mans looked like a fool coming to school with it on. people who didn’t know it was his sports glasses mistook it for swimming goggles. he’s so utterly humiliated now, he can’t even bite back when hinata or kageyama says something.

GOSHIKI... i don’t even know what to tell you. who let this kid go further into the lake by himself? it’s all fun and games for everyone until you hear an ear-defeaning shriek by your one and only goshiki. he’s yelling out, “help me! please! help!!” the lifeguards start kicking in and everyone’s trying to make way. is he drowning? is there something there? no for god’s sake. you find out he just made it 5 ft deep and happened to swim over a bunch of seaweed. never take him swimming again.

ATSUMU decided to check himself out using someone’s car window. he’s fixing his hair, picking at his teeth, and even checking to see if he has any boogers. all of a sudden the window rolls down and there’s a senior citizen staring back at him. “boy do you think my car is your mirror?” the man says in a gruffy voice. atsumu’s knees nearly buckle from how scary this man is and how embarrassed he is of all the four minutes he probably spent with this stranger.

SACHIRO’s job as a vet sometimes makes him do really questionable shit (from an outsider perspective). once he had to ejaculate someone’s dog in front of their owner. uh huh... jack them off, for the sole purpose of examining the dog’s semen. he’s never felt such a wave of regret wash through his body during that whole procedure. it didn’t help when the owner was looking at him mortified, nor the fact that it took such a long time.

OIKAWA does this thing were he shows up unexpectedly behind iwaizumi and slaps his ass. everytime he does it iwa always hits him back (but not the ass). today he learnt his lesson when he mistook a stranger for iwa and slapped the guys ass from the moon and back. when i tell you just how quick all the blood drained from oikawa’s body when the man turned around— you can hear a bag of chips fall at the other end of the aisle and it’s the iwa, who had to witness that whole ass-slap event.

ARAN is gonna knock the shit of the miya twins one day, he swears to god. they sent him a mysterious video during his morning walk, where he stopped at a busy street. it starts off quiet, so he goes to turn the volume up full blast. damn video suddenly started blaring ‘lick my pussy and my-’ please... he’s shaking. passerby’s are looking at him with distaste. aran’s now flushed from embarrassment and running towards the miya house. you can guess what happens next.

BOKUTO walked into the wrong house. spent a whole ten minutes rummaging around the kitchen because his friend said to “make yourself comfortable, i’ll be on my way.” little did this man know that there’s a whole family upstairs waiting for the cops to arrive because they think it’s a robbery. poor bokuto, dragged out of the house by some cops but had no idea what was going on. man was literally just vibing— thinking he was in his friends house.

OSAMU swore this size pants still fit him (hint: it doesn’t). he’s walking through the snack section of the store, lightly limping because damn his dick can’t breath. his truth is tested when he goes to pick something off the lowest shelf and his pants literally go, ‘let er rip.’ fabric tore, and what’s worse is that he was wearing onigiri undies. osamu goes to check if there’s anyone else in the aisle and there is— a group of underclassmen girls from his high school.

KUROO tried to make his chemistry presentation more interesting by putting in jokes. he thought they were funny; kenma even huffed a breath. kuroo’s at his third joke by now and literally no one has laughed. not a single one. except for kuroo himself, who’s awkwardly laughing in a dead-silent room. man was embarrassed. other people are getting second-hand embarrassment by the way they avoided eye contact with him. he vented to kenma later only for kenma to say, “it wasn’t funny. it was just stupid.” poor kuroo.

SUNA accidentally connected his bluetooth to the bus. you know, the one that drives all of inarizaki to their games. wanna guess what the fuck he might’ve been listening to? it’s porn. he’s watching porn in broad daylight. suna doesn’t realize what the issue is until he goes to turn up the volume and notices that the sound is off. he take his airpods off and that’s when he hears pure moaning sounds blaring inside the bus. everyone’s laughing— except for kita and their coach who’s still outside. mf calls himself lucky for that.