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#cause i wasn't trying to keep up with those messages and check all the notifs in between trying to do work or pay attention in class
nanamis-aiko · 1 year
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It really wasn't a good time for these past few days... Another argument ensued between you two and everything has been quiet none of you were messaging each other.
With a sigh, you prepared yourself for everything to end. You know it'll hurt. You wish it doesn't at all but what can you do? You didn't want to admit it but you check on him the way you'd know how without disturbing him.
"He must be worried." You tell yourself but it feels hard to accept that. Even if it was true. "I messed up." That's what you have at the back of your mind. You sighed again. Tears silently stream down your cheeks.
You can't hold a grudge over the people you deeply care about but the feeling of injustice is still there so you end up hurting yourself more.
Your phone pinged. You hurried to hold it and clumsily do so. You were thinking of your friends messaging you but to your horror, you saw your boyfriend's nickname in the notifications. He left a voice message.
"This is it. I guess..." You braced yourself. You played the message.
"Baby? You're home, right? Hello? Why aren't you answering?" He slurred. He's drunk. "Ah shit. Didn't I press call? Baby? Fuck." He cursed. There was a few seconds of silence. "I'm sorry... Oh shit." He chuckled. "I don't think you wanted to hear that... This is a voice message, right? So you'll definitely get this."
Confusion plagued your mind. Your tears pool in your eyes and fall like rivers. "This s it." You thought.
"I can't be the person you wanted. Not like the ones you see in books and shows... I wish I could be... But I don't have powers. I'm not an elf or an angel or a demon..."
You couldn't keep yourself up.
"But fuck it. I'm gonna love you the way I can. Fuck those- fucking... fucking... Fuck men!" You heard shuffling from the voice message. "No not me. Not fuck me. Wait. I want you to fuck me. Ah shit..."
You tried not to laugh but you realized something more important. What was he doing when he was saying all this. He's drunk. Is he outside? You shot up and thought about him sitting somewhere but it's cold already.
He laughed. "I'm trying to be selfless here... I want to let you go if that makes you happier... But... I don't really want to... I want you... I love you..."
You stopped from your frenzy of preparing to go out.
"Fuck it. If me wanting you to stay makes me selfish, then I want to keep being selfish. But I promise... I'll leave you alone if you need me to."
You started to curse. "You stupid fucking idiot!" You remembered how you always become so excited when you're watching this in dramas but now you're in the receiving end, you understand now why the main characters act this way.
"I'm coming to you, Baby. Just wait for me..."
"Fuck waiting! I'm going!" You screamed as if he'd hear you. You wanted to punch him so much but most of all you wanted to jump into his arms.
You frantically looked around and saw him sitting on a park bench. You ran to him. "Baby! Are you okay?!"
He groaned. "I have a wife." He lifted his head and looked at you. "Oh. That's you." He smiled.
Your cheeks heated up. You smacked his shoulder. "Why did you come here drunk?! This is far from your place!"
"I hate my place... I wanna be with you..." He sincerely said. "I can't think straight without you..."
You dropped your shoulders. You helped him up and walked back to your house.
"I realized... I needed you just as much as you needed me. Actually, I need you more than I want to admit."
You listened to him. You remembered all the arguments and can only think that you caused everything. You can't help but feel like you're only a burden to him. That you'll always let him down. You wanted to say that but you're scared. You think that these problems happen because of those. You brushed the thought off and opened the door to your house.
"Please, don't be quiet..."
"Huh?"
"I know what you look like when you want to say something."
You shook your head. "It's okay..."
"It's not. Please talk to me..."
"I'll be fine... It's okay."
"Baby, please." He kneeled and held onto you. "Talk to me... Don't push me away..." He cried. You hugged him and he reciprocated by squeezing you in his arms. "I don't want to lose you ever... Not even to you..."
You laughed. "That's too mean..."
You helped him to the couch. You wanted to get a few more things for him but he held you there. No intention of letting go.
"I'm scared. Please stay..."
"I'm not gonna leave..."
"Still... Stay..."
"Okay." You brushed his hair and kissed his head. "I love you."
"I love you too..."
— OIKAWA, Atsumu, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukishima, Terushima
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sea-owl · 1 year
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Your Yandere Bridgerton and ABO AUs inspired this idea.
Can you imagine modern day Polin where Colin just happens to stop by Penelope and Eloise's apartment only to find Penelope in heat. Long story short it sets off Colin's rut and the two are mated. Colin of course hugs Penelope afterwards and promises to take responsibility. Little does Penelope know that Colin knew very well that she would be in heat (his sister had hissed at him to stay away from their apartment for the next few days) and decided to take his chances.
Of course, little does he know that Penelope had been scheming as well.
Ooooh, it's been a minute since we've done a new au. Yanderes and ABO, this should be fun. We should come up with one for Regency era as well.
Wait I have an idea.
Colin was growing agitated. How long was he expected to wait? It's been years since he found his mate again, and he can't even claim her? Daphne, Anthony, and Benedict can all claim their mates, or at least attempt to the moment they meet again, but Colin has to watch other alphas try to seduce his omega? (Not that any of those interlopers lived long enough to see those seeds that planted bear any fruit.) All because Colin took too damn long to sort through his feelings in their past life? He knows his feelings now so why would he cause both himself and, more importantly, his omega any further pain?
It does not help that Eloise has assigned herself as Penelope's gaurd dog. Colin can't kill her like he could with any outsider that would try to take his Pen. Any attempt Colin has made of turning his and Penelope's relationship away from friendly feelings Eloise was there to ruin the moment. If Colin didnt know better, and he has truly checked, he would believed Eloise was somehow tracking Penelope.
Colin is half tempted to find Phillip again so he can throw the passive alpha at Eloise in hopes he'll unknowingly distract her once more. Just long enough for Colin to place his bite on Penelope's mating gland.
Thoughts of where Phillip could be were interrupted when the driver pulled up to the apartment building. Colin was not in the country much, which he full blames Anthony for. His elder brother insists that they all have a similar lifestyle as their past lives in the Regency era to help with their mates' past memories. So there was no need to really keep a residence. In an effort to calm Colin from doing anything too crazy it was agreed that when he was in the country, he would stay at Eloise and Penelope's place. That way Colin can make sure no other unworthy scum was trying to take away his omega.
Colin tiped the driver and ignored the vibration in his pocket. He had no energy nor patience to deal with his siblings until he got a Penelope recharge. Twice, he was delayed on this trip from returning home. That put him at three months with nothing but emails and phone conversations with Penelope. He needed to see her in person and wrap his arms around her. Thankfully, this lifetime is more friendly to physical affection.
Stepping inside, a wave of pheromones rushed over Colin, almost sending him to his knees.
His alpha purred.
Pomegranate and lotus
Colin wanted to bury his nose in that scent.
Omega in heat
Colin let out a growl, his body was starting to grow warm.
Find omega!
Another vibration in his pocket and Colin finally looked at his phone. He had several missed calls and texts from his siblings, mostly from Eloise. He was careful to read the notifications and not open the messages.
Eloise: Colin don't go to the flat. Come to mothers and I shall explain there.
So this heat was not Eloise. Colin wasn't surprised, Eloise's sent was that of honeysuckle, rather than the one he was smelling now.
Eloise:Penelope's birth control failed and now she's in heat. We need to stay away for a few days.
Colin's heart sped up, and his cock went hard. His Penelope, his omega mate was in heat. He let out a moan has he once again took in that delicious scent.
Find omega!
Colin had to find his omega. None of his siblings could stop him now that his omega is in heat and needs him. He has to find her, breed her, and most importantly mark her as his.
Letting his senses lead him he found himself not outside of Penelope's bedroom but his own. His omega was surrounded by him. In her heat addled brain she had chosen him. Colin couldn't wait to sink into her.
Opening the door Colin couldn't help but gasp at the most beautiful sight before him. In his bed his omega had created her nest. Penelope laid there naked as she worked her fingers on herself, moaning and searching for release.
Colin was burning, he had to get to Penelope.
Penelope turned her head, eyes glazed over with heat lust. "Alpha," she moaned.
"Yes Pen, it's your alpha," Colin said as he walked over to her.
As soon as he was close enough Penelope sat up and grabbed his shirt.
"Alpha," Penelope panted. "Alpha I need . . .
"Shh, I got you omega," Colin whispered. Pulling Penelope close so her he could feel her breasts pressed against him, Colin began to suck on her mating gland. A smile formed when Penelope dropped her head to give him better access. He could feel her hands working at his belt.
"Colin!" Penelope gasped.
With great strength Colin pulled himself just enough to look at Penelope, but still held her perfect body to his. Her eyes were now clearer from that lust fog as she stared up at him.
"Hello Penelope," Colin said.
A blush began to form on his goddess of an omega. Colin wanted nothing more than to lay her back down and finish what she started of ridding his clothes. "Colin, I'm in heat."
"Yes," Colin agreed. The need to claim her getting stronger. His alpha growling at him.
Omega's mating gland it right there! Claim omega!
Colin began sucking on the very edge of Penelope's mating gland.
Penelope gripped Colin tighter, letting out a moan. Her sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt.
"Can I stay?" Colin whispered in Penelope's ear. "Pretty please Pen?"
Colin traveled higher on her mating gland. Penelope tried laying down and pulling Colin with her. Colin easily followed his mate.
"Please let me stay," Colin whispered, now above Penelope and rubbing his covered erection against her dripping folds.
Colin could feel Penelope nod.
"Stay," she said.
Colin bit Penelope's mating gland.
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Penelope smiled as she played with her sleeping mate's hair. They were both currently temporarily relieved of their heat and rut. Colin had taken this time to sleep, exhausted from his travel and regained mate. Penelope took the time to reflect on how well their plan went. It had taken some time and careful moves but she finally was back with her mate.
Contrary to what the Bridgertons believed their mates remembered like them. But unlike the Bridgertons, Penelope and her fellow in-laws knew they had to be careful. The world has advanced and things that were allowed or looked over before couldn't be so easily disguised now.
The Bridgertons had burned London before for their mates, and would do so again. Penelope and her in-laws are determined that the Bridgertons don't burn in that same fire.
Her and her in-laws had agreed that they would mate in the same order as they did before, pretend to not have the memories as it was easier to manage their Bridgertons when they thought their mates were "innocent."
They may have sped up the timeline though.
It was honestly quite easy to plan as Penelope looked back on it. Penelope had stopped taking her actual birth control and replaced it with placebo pills supplied to her by an associate of Phillip. So when Eloise was spying on her to take her birth control she would be none the wiser. Three months of taking those pills and Penelope's body had righted itself for heat.
Simon helped with pushing back Colin's return home. He easily had access to Anthony's work computer where he could push back dates on Colin's travel tickets and then delete emails about the travel changes before Anthony could see them.
Kate and Sophie greatly helped Penelope by keeping Anthony and Benedict distracted. The only two alphas strong enough to stop Colin at this point.
Penelope smiled and traced the mark on her neck, all according to plan.
Now onto the next two. Penelope's childhood friends Phillip and Michale should be coming for a visit soon.
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chocolate-failure · 2 months
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Bruh, what kinda demented shit is this?? Dig literally thinks I hate him because I didn't take a ride from him..
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So let me explain cuz holyhell is this a wild thing to say given the circumstances.
So my car is old, like really old. Like I didn't need to do my emissions this year to register my car old. Of course that means maintenance for it can be difficult especially because there's a lot of condensation where I live and because of work it ends up sitting for months at a time. It's been acting up a whole mfkn lot lately, a lot of sputtering, ticks, and whining. So I take it to get fixed and it requires like $3,000+ in repairs but that's beside the point. My car is fucked up.
So I drive up there and ask dig to give me a ride back. I leave before him and accidentally leave my phone in the car when I get out. I'm talking to the dudes there and they're super helpful, one takes me a ride to show me the issues the car has with the sounds it's making and what those sounds mean. During this time dig arrives and I see him in the parking lot across the street. I talk to the dudes for another few minutes and met up with dig to go back home.
Dig's incredibly cold to me the entire ride which he initially says there's no issue. I have to apologize to him for him to tell me the truth because it's obvious he's upset and I don't know why. Ends up when he got there he saw that my car wasn't there and thought I had left which caused him to get upset and message me but of course because I left my phone in my car I didn't get the notif. By the time I got my phone I had noticed him and I was fairly certain he saw me since both me and my car are in his direct field of sight.
He was mad because I didn't respond to him, but I didn't know he sent me anything and I'm literally talking to other people and not thinking about checking my phone. He probably ended up waiting 15 minutes upon arrival so that's why I apologized, I felt like I had wasted his time and he made it very apparent that I had done just that. So I made my mind not to ask him for a ride when I go to get my car. I just got laid off and am not in a great mental space as far as stress management goes so I felt like I wouldn't reliably be able to keep him updated if he did end up giving me a ride.
Saturday I go to pick up my car. I'm having a pretty goddamn horrible day so far and I was really trying not to but fuckin christ.. idk I just wanna be dead. Dig isn't home when I get the call to pick up my phone and even if he was I wouldn't have asked him for a ride. I both didn't want to repeat the events from Friday and also had a terrible gym day so I wanted to get the exercise. The car place isn't far at all, maybe a 13 minute walk. It's drizzling a little but I'm used to it pouring rain everytime I go for a walk. Idk what that's about but it happens to me often. Probably 3 times a week last year I'd get rained on during my spring time walks/runs. I knew I shouldn't have cut through the grocery store parking lot but I really wanted to get back home quickly so I could throw up all the food I ate in the last 20 or so minutes before I left to get my car.
Dig intercepted me in the parking lot to give me a ride cuz I guess he was out grocery shopping and that's why he wasn't home. I'm listening to music and can't hear him so I just point to the car place and give him a thumbs up, say I'm good, and keep walking. The car place is literally a few hundred feet away. Like maybe just under 1000. I'm so close I can see it and I really didn't see the use in getting a ride especially because I wanted the exercise as well as not wanting a repeat of Friday. And that's✨ the message he sends me. I didn't see it til way later when I was in the tub and my stomach dropped so fuckin hard. I was a bit surprised at how much it affected me to have him say something so baseless, mean, and manipulative. I told him my feelings were hurt and that I ended up having to go back because my car was ✨still✨ fucked up. I was honestly so distraught because I spent a whole paycheck on my car and it needs even more work. I was also kinda glad I didn't get that ride because they had me wait again for over half an hour when I brought it back.
I've tried very hard to show my appreciation, share, and be vulnerable with him. Asking for help is one of those vulnerable experiences that makes me not want to trust others either because it will be used against me or become a reason why I owe someone something. He confirmed to me that asking for help in this situation was a mistake and that I am, in fact, a burden. And when I decline that help I'm a disdainful hateful partner who refuses help out of spite. I felt that I wouldn't be able to meet the conditions of the assistance he was offering and didn't want to be seen as more of a burden. Plot twist: I'm a fucking burden no matter what I do.
And like of course this experience sucked but it is both astounding and telling that my one time refusal of his help directly translates to disdain to him. That's really fucking worrying. Like one gesture can make him say something like that... He's never believed that I cared about him if something that small can entirely set him off. Not only does he not believe that I care he doesn't believe me when I say it.
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He sent me money which is kinda his version of love bombing, no idea how much he sent, I kinda don't care. He might write me a note or buy me some shit I didn't ask for. Anything to make him feel like he's made up for the fucked up shit he's done so I can then become the inflexible ungrateful harpy I've always been for not graciously accepting his kindness. I'm too tired to fight anymore. I just want to be left alone.
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zeldavenger1954 · 8 months
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Chapter 1:
Greetings! My name is Astra Wilder, a 25-year-old who has always felt disconnected from the world. Don't worry, I'm not contemplating suicide, simply expressing my yearning for another dimension. There have been numerous claims of a laboratory in Tennessee creating portals to other worlds, hidden somewhere in the depths of the Great Smoky Mountains. I seek to discover this mystery for myself, for I have been plagued by insomnia in my pursuit of this damn place. Will I ever be able to uncover the truth? I must continue to search, for my heart is set on proving the existence of these other realities.
Suddenly, I heard a ding as I was scrolling through research on my laptop. A text message:
Hey! I think I may have found that laboratories exact location! I will drop you a pin!
-Ethan
I jumped up quickly, knocking my laptop over in the process while staring at my phone screen. 'This is happening! Holy shit.' Not caring about my laptop, I clicked on the pin and it provided me with the location. I squealed with glee, tears streaming down my face. The tears could be very well be caused by tears of joy or insomnia.
Ding, another text message:
Pack up! We are heading to that laboratory!
-Lily
Lily and Ethan have been my long-time childhood friends. I can't live with them, but I also can't live without them. I hurriedly let go of my phone and started to pack some of what I believed to be essentials. I packed my favorite manga, with extra clothes, water, and some protein bars. We were a mere 5 miles from the Great Smokey Mountains. Now, the tricky part was trying to break in and be as stealthy as possible. Good thing Ethan has a particular set of skills and has studied the ins and outs of this place. I threw on some shorts, my black high-top Converse, a black tank top, and a red flannel over it. I knew Converse probably wasn't the best option for trekking up those mountains, but I didn't care. I looked in the mirror, checking myself. Not that I needed to. I was going to be sweating my ass off in the next 10 minutes. I jumped at the sudden text notification sound. Ding, a text message:
Outside.
-Ethan
I swiftly pulled my long hair up into a bun, snatched my phone, threw my backpack over my shoulder, and scurried out the door, locking it close behind me. I can see Ethan in the driver's seat of the black sedan with Lily riding shotgun. I yanked the back door open, and tossed my backpack and myself in the backseat. Ethan leaned back and grinned, "You ready for a new adventure?". I nodded gleefully while Lily stifled a giggle. Little did I know, this will be a new adventure indeed.
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The hike up the hidden trail that Ethan had seemingly found doing the research was hard to endure, to say the least. 'It will all be worth it soon', I kept telling myself. Ethan, being the break-in wizard that he was, slipped us in with ease. Lily took the lead, looked around sharp corners, and ushered us with her hand when it was clear. When we finally reached the room, which read 'Top research, Keep out', we drew out a small breath. The sealed door only needed the break-in of Ethan to complete the illusion of action-fiction-crime variety. Once inside, we were astonished by what we had seen. The portal to the other dimension we have been perceiving for months had finally paid off. It looked like any portal you would see in a movie. It reminded me of that portal in Big Hero 6. We walked around looking at all the vials, other machinery, and some scribbled notes written down in some notebook;on a charcoal-colored chalkboard. As Ethan and Lily hung back to read the notes, I continued to get a closer inspection of the portal. "Hey! Look at this!" Lily shouted towards me, holding a notebook in hand. I turned my head to listen but stood still where I was, bewildered by the sight. "It is said: 'Look to what you most desire in your life, then ride that feeling to creation'. Huh, weird?". Lily finished flipping through more pages.
I have begun to shiver as I felt a breeze. 'It's not blowing in my direction, but like it's pulling me in?', I wondered. "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU THREE DOING IN HERE?!" a security guard called out. I heard Ethan and Lily drop the notebook to make a run for it. I was on my way to catch up when my bag strap caught onto something. I tripped on the pull of the strap and went face-first. As Lily was about to pursue Ethan out, she saw me laying on the ground. A whirling sound filled the air of the room. We didn't realize it then, but that back strap was the one to trigger the portal.
"Awe, shit! ETHAN!!" Lily yelled to him. He stopped running in his tracks and viewed back. "Holy hell." was all he let out. I lifted myself quickly up to my feet, and pulled my back strap off the trigger. I did not go far as a force was pulling me back. "Um, guys?" I glanced back at the portal worryingly. I can hear my friends yelling for me to run, and the security guard yelling into a walk-talkie for some backup. I felt myself get whipped back. My screams were the only thing left to be heard as I was flung back.
With my backpack grasped tightly in one hand, I hurtled through a dazzling celestial void, my body reeling amidst the relentless onslaught of stellar light. The hypnotic spectacle was awe-inspiring and captivating, yet I remained focused on staying alive, closing my eyes and refusing to dwell on the dire predicament.
Why did this happen to me? I have the worst luck ever. I am going to be stuck in this starry, dark place and never see Ethan, Lily, or even my family again. Even if my family is a piece of shit. I thought about what Izuku would do in this situation.
I felt a jarring thud as my body collided with the hard, foreign surface, my limbs aching as I landed in a heap. Wearily, I blinked open my eyes to find myself on a lengthy, narrow strip with a polished, tiled surface stretching before me. "Where... am I?" I muttered to myself, the absurdity of my situation leaving me bewildered.
I hope that I can find some help. Maybe someone can explain to me where I am.
I slowly lifted myself off the ground, groaning as I felt the impact in every muscle of my body. My backpack was intact, and I slung it over my shoulders before gazing around the unfamiliar world I had been thrown into.
The city was bustling with life, and I wandered curiously towards it, drawn in by the sense of familiarity that exuded from the concrete walls and asphalt roads. As I approached, however, I was met with a bizarre scene that stunned me into silence.
In the middle of a bustling crowd, two individuals were locked in combat. One had wooden limbs that seemed to wrap around the other, who appeared to be made of rocks. My eyes widened, and my heart raced as I recognized the faces of the fighters. It was Kamui Woods and a villain, all right.
"What's going on here? Where are we?" I muttered, turning to a woman beside me in the crowd for answers. The kind-looking middle-aged lady grinned at my question. "We're in Musutafu, Japan, honey," she replied. Her words sent a shockwave through my body, and I whispered to myself, "I'm in the My Hero Academia universe."
Kamui Woods...I couldn't believe I was actually witnessing this in real life. The hero's legacy had captured the world's attention, and I felt as if I had just stepped into a dream. I took a deep breath and watched in amazement as the fight continued to unfold before my very eyes.
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its-captain-sir · 3 years
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hi this is a personal rant but it's in the tags cause I don't want to clog up people's dashes with whatever I say ✌️
#I'm just super stressed and way behind in school and when stuff starts getting like this my first reaction is to *.✧self isolate*.✧#which I've kinda done for the past week or so though there were times where i was just legitimately busy and wasn't online cause of that#but yeah I've been doing that and normally once i see that I'm doing that i metaphorically bonk myself on the head like no stop doing that#cause that is not a healthy coping mechanism!#but this time it actually seems to be helping me?#like i muted a bunch of fairly active servers I'm in on discord today and i felt like i had a lot less stress#cause i wasn't trying to keep up with those messages and check all the notifs in between trying to do work or pay attention in class#and i focused a lot better and got a lot of work done#so maybe my unhealthy coping mechanism isn't so unhealthy after all!#(that's a joke it totally is it just so happens it's working for me this time)#but anyways i think I'm gonna keep doing that for the foreseeable future cause i really do need to stop being behind in things#like it's not even just school work it's like every aspect of my life hskfhskfhsk#but like. doing this means i cut off like 80% of my socialization with people that aren't related to me#which probably isn't great! but idk what else to do#y'all should just interact with me on here more so i get that little bit of socialization smh#←that's a joke but also not really cause i manage my tumblr usage way better than anything else#so theoretically i Could get enough socialization to not go insane just from here#you know i had a point i was gonna make where was i going with all this hajdhakfjskdj#OH YEAH so i am gonna mute all my relatively active servers on discord for a while but for any friends/mutuals who want to talk#my dms are still open and if you @ me in any server i should still see it so feel free to do both of those!#and depending on how things go i might unmute everything on the weekends idk#we'll just see how this goes i guess#also whoops this got WAY longer than i wanted it to be#i don't even know half of what i said at this point HSJDHDKFUSOFU#y'all can just ignore everything except for that last bit about if you want to contact me on discord#megan.txt
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eremiie · 3 years
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gone for too long;
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❥ in which you’ve been gone way too long for eren’s liking.
❥ 2.8k words | nsfw | modern au
❥ content: phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, i think that’s it
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eren rolled over on his navy sheets. he was tired of switching back and forth between the same three apps, constantly checking for new notifications besides the ones from his group chat that kept blowing his phone up.
he missed his girlfriend. he missed your presence being next to him when he woke up and he missed cuddling into you on early mornings. the only company he had now was the dim light being let in through his sheer curtains.
he went to his camera roll and clicked on his photo album of you, scrolling through numerous times; like when the two of you had went to the movies together, he remembered the aftermath, the two of you getting riled up in a taxi and you forced him to tip the driver extra. he also remembered the plethora of dirty photos you'd send to him when he would ask, of course this wasn't a normal occurrence but definitely when the two of you were feeling it.
he contemplated calling your phone despite knowing you were away for a trip with some of your closest friends but he didn't want to bother you, yet his own issue was getting the best of him, the constant tossing and turning, the constant adjusting his sweats, and the constant aching pain he wanted to relieve so bad.
i mean, your contact was right there. he was scrolling through your messages a variety of text messages and share photos sent back and forth, the last time the two of you texted being the day you left for the trip and he wouldn't stop blowing your phone up with how much he missed you; the days after that he resorted to calling you instead.
maybe he should text you first?
okay, okay, he'll text you first, and if you're not busy then he'll call you; if you can't talk then he'll try to handle his own.
10:34pm
Baby you up?
yeah ofc, i’m on a trip
I miss you☹️
imyt bby, wyd?
No
Like i miss you
bye
eren chuckles at your response, a smile on his face forming at the response time of your texts.
10:37pm
Ok no fr, can we ft, wanna see your pretty face
u sure it’s just my pretty face you wanna see?
Nah
Now answer baby
eren couldn't help but smile to himself as he clicked your contact name, the facetime call ringing one, two, then three times before you picked up, your voice after so long sounding like a melody to his ears.
"hello?" your voice came through the line and from where you were sitting on the couch, pieck's legs sitting comfortably on your lap and the heads of sasha and historia whipping towards you, ymir not caring enough to look up from historia's phone.
"hey baby, how are you?" eren asked, his face not in the camera while his hand sliding left to right on his lower abdomen as he spoke to you.
your eyes flickered to your friends, a sly grin on historia's face at the sound of eren's low voice on the other end of the line.
you and your friends decided that it would be nice to go on a small trip, residing in an air bnb while you all traveled together. it was hard to convince eren to let you go, him saying that "he'll miss you," and "you'll be gone for too long", but when you told him you'd keep in contact with him everyday he reluctantly let you go, of course with a pout. you wouldn't be back for a couple more days as you had a couple more places to sightsee with the girls.
"i'm good, how are you?"
"i'm fine... i just miss you..." eren mumbled, adjusting himself in his position, bringing his hand up to his chest then back down to his stomach, feeling the ripples of his abs from under his palm.
sasha threw her head back and huffed a breath. "i wish connie call me like that!" she turned over to her stomach from on the couch and grabbed her phone, you, pieck and historia chuckling.
"i miss you too, i'll be back soon though."
"but baby soon is not soon enough, i want you here with me." he pouted, his hand smoothing down to his crotch while he stared at you, you looking down at the camera. "i want you beside me, 'm tired of going to sleep by myself."
you pressed the volume down on your phone a couple times. when pieck opened her eyes, her dark irises shifted towards you with a raise of her eyebrow. she could read your mind; her legs sliding off your lap more towards her body, and her eyes closing again. "go on." she smiled.
you shook your head after her trying to hide your mere embarrassment before getting up from the couch with a soft "eren!" to warn her that you were in front of your friends. "i'll be back guys..." you made your way towards the staircase of the rented house while eren continued to talk to you.
"what? i'm so serious babe. it's been so long, i just want to feel you against me." he whined. at some point his hand made its way into his sweatpants, him now palming himself over his black boxers. "where are you?"
you opened the door to the room you share with pieck and sasha, getting on your bed and turning over to face eren, half of his face finally in the camera. you could tell he hadn't woken up too long ago, almost all of his hair falling out of his ponytail, frizzy pieces framing his face and around his head like a halo, although it was kind of hard to see with how dark it was in his room. "well now i'm in the room i'm sleeping in... the owners had two rooms so i took one with pieck since she's pretty quiet, but since there isn't three rooms sasha sleeps here too, she didn't mind making a makeshift bed, plus the owners apologized. ymir forced us to all share a room anyways because she wanted the other room alone with historia."
"yeah? well it sounds like y'all are still having fun anyways since you haven't been calling me."
"eren, we just talked yesterday."
"yeah, because i called you. you didn't call me."
"same thing." you huffed, turning to your back and resting the bottom of the phone on your chest, an angle that made eren laugh. "what are you doing?" you asked him, while your eyes darted around the room to study it since you never really got a chance to, being out and about everyday you've been here.
"thinking about you."
you felt your cheeks heat up, and held back your smile, rolling your eyes instead. "hm, i told you i'm co—"
"thinking about how i want you next to me, so i can feel you against me."
"eren, stop," you moved your face out the camera, of course the butterflies in your stomach decided to start flapping around.
"i'm not kidding baby, i was just going through my photos, that's how much i miss you... and i saw some of the photos you used to send me... how come you don't send me nothing no more?" he taunted you, and you didn't even know his hands were halfway down his pants as he spoke to you so enticingly.
"you know why. how did armin end up seeing my nudes?" you furrowed your eyebrows and turned the phone back to your face with a jokingly angry expression causing eren to burst out laughing.
"i told you i was sorry, it was an accident! historia saw my dick print that one time."
"that's because you sent it to me when she was using my phone, nobody asked you to send those to me while i was out with my friends."
"you're always out with your friends and never with me."
"you're such a baby."
"but i'm your baby, and your baby wants you right now."
you were at lost for words, your voice croaking when you tried to come up with something to say, but eren didn't mind, after a moment of comfortable silence he continued to carry the conversation for you.
"wanna feel that pretty body, i wanna kiss you and hold you," a faint noise was eliciting from the other side of the line, small constant sounds of fabric being ruffled almost— and alongside it, eren's soft panting. "the things i want to do to you, baby... i wanna fuck you so bad right now."
eren's hand was wrapped around himself, stroking up and down in a rhythm that you could hear from where you were thanks to the facetime call you were on. "eren—"
"that's one reason i miss you so much... i been fucking my fist to that pretty face almost everyday..."
you turned over to your side letting the phone rest beside you as you listened to eren through the phone. "yeah?"
"yeah, 'm doing it right now, that's how much i miss that pretty pussy."
somehow you found your own hand trailing down to your underwear, pulling the fabric aside and basking in eren's deep voice and praise. you didn't even realize the soft moan you made until eren's voice came in on the other line.
"you're touching yourself too? touching yourself to me?"
his voice— it was so low and grumbly, just like he had only just woken up, the way he spoke working you up. "mhm," you responded, and when he didn’t continue you took his silence as a way of him telling you to 'proceed', letting your fingers brush over your clit.
"i bet you miss me just as much then... miss the way i bend you over..." eren groaned at his own words, his hand tightening around his cock. his sweatpants and boxer were shoved down around his thighs, only enough so that he would be able to pump himself while laying on his back. "miss the way i fuck you so nice, right?"
"yeah.." you mumbled, you didn't really want to be in the position you were when your friends were sitting just downstairs but you couldn't help it, eren just had a natural charm to him that had you doing whatever he wanted you to.
"fuck, baby, if you were here right now i'd have you screaming like you always do—" you let out a low whimper at the thought, he wasn't lying, he did usually have you screaming and crying during your sexual endeavors, he was just that good once the two of you had learned what each other liked and disliked. "bouncing on my dick like that... you wouldn't even be able to touch yourself like you are right now if i was there..." you clenched at this because once again, he was right, he loved edging you, it's was something about the way you would cry and beg for him to let you come that turned him on so much. "fuck, i miss you."
you let a finger enter into you, and you tried to hold back your moans, your mouth agape at the feelings and you could only imagine it was eren's fingers instead. "i, i miss you too." and the noises, the squelching noises just had to be transferred over the call as well, eren letting out a low chuckle when he heard them.
"you're dirty..." he laughed, thumb slipping over his tip to collect his precum and smooth it down his length. "if you're gonna finger yourself show me,"
you squeezed your legs around you and turned onto your back. "eren..."
"let me see."
he moved his face into the camera, head now against his headboard and him still pumping himself while he watched you adjust his view so that the camera was flipped. at first, it was quite shaky while you pulled off your own sweatpants and underwear, putting them off to the side and then making sure the camera wasn't too shaky for eren. "yeah, right there, now put them back inside, put on a show for me, ______."
he was doing something to you, and it wasn't fair. you slipped your fingers back inside of yourself as he asked and let out a drawled out moan, eren's mouth dropping open much like yours earlier, head tilting back against the headboard as he lifted his hips up to meet his hand. "fuck— you wish that was me fucking you instead?"
you let out another whimper, your eyebrows furrowing and your eyes closing at his words; you weren't even sure if the camera was positioned properly anymore but eren wasn't complaining so you could only assume so. "uh huh,"
"look, baby." you opened your eyes again and looked at the phone. the camera was no longer on eren's face, it was now on his dick, his hand wrapped tightly around it moving up and down slowly. "can you see it?" and you could, albeit the dimness of the room, there was just enough light to see his movements. "you want this inside you?"
you nodded your head only to realize he wouldn't be able to hear you and instead let out a small "yeah", adding another finger into yourself and biting your lip to keep from moaning out while watching eren get himself off at you doing the same, you completely dismissed the words 'eren jaeger💍 took a facetime photo.' when they popped up on your screen, you were to amped up, but you knew you'd be complaining later.
"god, you're so beautiful, i can't— 'mma come." he whined, hips once again jutting into his hand. he was getting sweaty, feeling how close he was, his skin shiny with a thin sheen of perspiration, hair tie touching his neck as his ponytail was almost completely loose. his eyebrows were knit together and his complexion was flushed, with the phone in front of him to give you a good view while he stared down at it to watch you. "i want you to come first, make yourself come first for me."
your eyes fluttered, and you used your thumb to rub your clit while you let your fingers glide in and out of you, the wet noises making eren jerk off faster, a choked noise leaving his throat as he tried to hold back. "c'mon baby, just act like that's me, that's me fucking you so well," and he didn't even have to go on, your orgasm washing over you at eren's words and the stimulation, your fingers pulling out of you and your knees coming together while your face twisted in pure pleasure, the sound of eren unfolding on the other line as well.
"______!" he moaned, letting his cum spill all over his hand, and oh, what a sight. "fuck... did you like that?"
you flipped the camera back, placing it on the bed and using your one hand that was holding the phone to pull both your underwear and sweatpants back on. "i guess," you murmured once you had your bottoms on again. "i'll be right back."
"yeah, me too."
both you and eren left to clean yourself up and wash your hands, you coming back to eren being back first. "so when are you coming back again?" he asks, now his face once again fully in the camera laying on his stomach, clutching his pillow.
you held back a small laugh at his boyish grin when he looked at you, clear content in his eyes, the light from the phone illuminating his features. "two more days, i'll see you soon, eren."
"that's too long. can we do this again if i start missing you again?"
"no, this was a one time thing, i'm hanging out with my friends!" eren pouted at you and squeezed his pillow a little more then leaning forward and kissing the phone making you grimace at him and start laughing. "you're so weird."
"shut up and go hang out with your friends."
you and eren finally hung up the phone after a mantra of 'i love you' from both ends, you finally heading back downstairs.
"well that took forever." historia said, her eyebrows raised at you when you strut back in the living room.
"yeah cause she was probably phone fucking her boyfriend." ymir joked, but it caught you off guard because, she wasn't wrong.
"i wasn't!" you retorted quicker than you meant to, historia and sasha laughing.
"i took a nap while you were up there... that’s how long you took! we have to get ready, we're leaving to go out to eat at four pm." pieck yawned, stretching out her arms and legs and moving them from where she stretched them into your previous spot.
"okay, well then i'm gonna go back upstairs to get ready." you replied, turning back around to head back upstairs.
"don't waste anymore of our time being on the phone with jaeger boy." ymir scoffed as she watched you go up the stairs, historia hitting her shoulder from beside her.
"i won't!" you smiled to yourself, as you made your trek back up the stair, of course you wouldn't take any longer than you needed to getting ready, but you definitely  wouldn't waste anytime getting back to eren once you made it back home.
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chronical-ly · 3 years
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Unapologetically You
Bucky Barnes x Fteen!reader
Disclaimer: There will be no relationship besides friends until the reader ages up.
Summary: She was never supposed to be pulled into this. But they needed help.
Warnings: Cursing, sexual themes(Later on), killing, brainwashing, death, anxiety, mentions of attempted suicide, drug usage (weed).
Chapter 5
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She couldn't help but smile at her phone with every message that popped up. Warren was given the good to go a few days after the incident, his injuries and wing was mostly healed but he still had occasional sharp pains when ever he flew, it would take more time to fully restore to its strength.
Everyone noticed her change in mood, how happier she seemed and how she would always check her phone whenever a certain notification sound went off. It was painfully obvious to her family,
"(Y,n) is in love, Clint. I think I'm gonna cry."
The man whipped his head around and stared at his wife with wide eyes as if Laura had just grown another head, "What?" He looked at his oldest sitting in the porch talking to someone on her phone all while watching her siblings play in the yard. "You're crazy woman, she acts like that whenever the twins or Bucky calls."
"Ooh no," Laura shook her head with a smirk on her lips. "You're the crazy one if you can't see it."
Clint scoffed and mumbled something about he sees everything since he has the best eyesight in the game, even if he that is true the man couldn't tell what was happening.
"You're blind to your own daughter, she's growing up and that means she's going to fall for boys," Laura walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, her head laying on his shoulder. "That's the same way I look every time you call me..." Both parents looked at their oldest through the bedroom window with loving eyes, "it's just a matter of time before she starts asking for birth control and-"
"Aahh! Stop it!" Clint broke free of her hold, not wanting to think about that,
"Oh okay, so you would rather your have daughter have unprotected se-"
"I'm not listening! Stop!" Clint quickly pulled out his hearing aids before stuffing them into his pocket, though it was now silent he still had to avoid looking at his wife's since she knew that he could read lips.
He didn't want to think about his baby girl growing up, Clint still had two weeks until she was deemed an adult by law and he would like to view her as the same seventeen year old who couldn't give one fuck about falling for a guy.
But it was just a matter of time.
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"Get you head out of the clouds!" Bucky swung at the girl, full strength with his left arm causing her to tumble backwards and trip over her own feet. She levitated herself back up only to almost fall again as he threw more punches, she was already out if breath from only training for ten minutes. The solider was not letting up.
For the likes of her, (Y,n) could not figure out why he was pushing her so god damn hard. All she was able to do was dodge and even that was barely working. "Come on, you wanted me to go all out right?" Before she could recover from his latest attack Bucky's right fist collided with her eye, sending the poor girl a few inches back.
"(Y,n)!"
"Holy shit, Buck."
Pietro grabbed her before she fell to the ground, holding her already bruising face. He mumbled a curse, realizing what he had just done Bucky ran towards her with regret flooding his veins as he dropped to his knees,
"Fuck, I am so sorry! I thought you would block it or-"
"I'm fine." (Y,n) spat out, pushing both men away as she stood up on her own holding her for sure bruising eye, one her parents will most definitely ask about later on that night. As she started to walk off Pietro caught up with her, wanting to make sure the girl was going to the medical ward to get an ice pack.
Steve approached his friend, a worried look drawn over his features as he thrusted a thumb to where the two left. "Want to tell me what the hell that was about?" It was always a little unnerving when Steve spoke in a stern tone, especially when it came to the (Y,n). She's basically their kid, the Lil Barton with worse sarcasm than her father.
"I-I don't even know what fucking happened, I was thinking and I guess I got to caught up in my feelings or something- I swear I didn't mean to it Steve," He held his hand on top of his head slightly stressing out about the situation. God he felt like such an idiot.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You've been acting out all week, now it's fine when you yelled at Sam but (Y,n)? Do you need to talk about something?" Steve was right but he couldn't talk to anyone about how he's feeling. They'd all find it strange, wrong even but it's not like Bucky is going to act on those feelings.
He knows right from 'holy shit dude, what the fuck?'
"No, no I'm... I'll deal with it. I've just been stressed out lately," He put his hand down and sighed, feeling more than guilty. Bucky wasn't upset with (Y,n), he probably would never be mad at her but it was that guy she was hanging out with. Warren made him feel like he was going to steal her away from them, it pissed him off and Bucky accidently let it out during training.
"Well whatever it is you need to fix it somehow." Damn, he felt like some stupid kid but there was only one thing to do now. Apologize to (Y,n). Bucky left the gym already thinking up of what to say withy accidently revealing himself, the walk to the medical ward was slow, he almost turned around too embarrassed to even say something.
She sat on the counter holding an ice pack to her face with Pietro standing next to her, but upon seeing Bucky he gave (Y,n) a nod before walking sending the soldier a glare before leaving.
"How's your eye?" Without missing a beat, she out the pack down stared at him with a frown. A dark purple and yellow bruise was clear to see, there was no hiding it.
"What do you think?" (Y,n) pressed it against her eye once more, wrapping her other arm around her midsection. Bucky was going to speak up but she cut him, "how do you expect me to hide this from my parents? They're going to know what I've been doing and forbid me from even coming back here!"
He leaned back a little, shocked she had raised her voice causing a few things in the room to shake. All because he couldn't keep his damn emotions in check. Bucky moved closer and sat hopped up on the counter as she turned her body away from him, he understood where her anger is coming from.
The second Clint and Laura find out about what she's been doing there's no guarantee that the girl would be allowed back at the compound. "I really am sorry, I don't deserve your forgiveness but if it makes you feel any better..." He paused for second, "I'll tell your parents I was going in for an high five and accidentally socked you in the face."
A smile crept it's way on her face but she tried to fight it, "Not even I would believe that."
Bucky clapped his hands and rubbed them together, "there was a bug on your face and I tried to slap it off." (Y,n) looked at him put the ice pack down and scoffed while trying not to laugh,
"You're terrible. I'll just tell them I was laying in bed hovering things over me and they fell, it's happened before." God did those action figures hurt when she accidentally let them go, each one of them dropped on her face resulting in a few bruises.
Bucky reached up with his right hand and gently touched her eye, resting his palm against her warm cheek. He wasn't sure if (Y,n) meant to do it on purpose her head leaned into his touch with a soft smile. But he pulled away seconds later and held his hands together in his lap,
"We're Gucci... Right?"
She nodded and gave him a genuine smile, proud that he remembered the slang words she taught him. "Yeah, we're Gucci." A laugh erupted from her while placing the ice pack back on. These were the moments that meant the most, the ones would sometimes wash out nightmares of his past. It was her most of the time while others it was his new team mates, including Sam which made him want to barf when he woke up. That man annoyed the shit out of him.
The Avengers were done for the day, no new mission had come in and all of the recruits were tired from working so hard meaning they deserved to have a break, meaning it didn't take much for the twins to convince Tony to come back and throw a party. The philanthropist promised them it would be small one, just friends and family only people they knew.
Which included some of Rhodeys Helen Cho's friends who invited their friends who invited more people to another famous Tony Stark party, no one wanted to miss out on it.
"Jesus, hon. What happened to your eye?" Clint grabbed his girls face and turned her head to the side to get a good look. Lucky for her, both parents decided to come as well leaving the three younger siblings at grandmas house.
"I was playing tag with Pietro and Wanda and I got hurt, didn't catch the ball in time." Their game of 'Tag' was really a game of throw a basketball at each other and try not to get hit, if you're hit you're it and honestly she has gotten many injuries from that dangerous game.
"You're not gonna stop even if tell you too?" (Y,n) smiled up at him and shook her head no. If only he knew what she was still doing behind his back,
"Well, I gotta go watch your mom. You know, with her being an chronic alcoholic and everything she needs to learn when to stop," She punched his arm with a gasp trying not to laugh,
"I'm telling her you said that." Clint walked away pretending to be drunk, she wished that he never had to come out if retirement. They saw more of him at home, he was being the dad they needed him to be and more importantly he seemed more relaxed than ever. She also wished that when he finds out his oldest daughter is an official Avenger he'll stay the same.
(Y,n) skirted past strangers and vaguely familiar faces until she made it to the bar, relaxing a bit to be away from all the bodies. "You look like you've had a tough night there, sporting a shiner all proud." Natasha stood behind the bar speaking in an mid atlantic accent one she could not deny to play along with,
"You should see the other guy doll, I took his arm clean off his body." (Y,n) smirked and planted her elbows on the counter to rest underneath her chin.
"Sounds like quite the fight, what can I get you? One the house for a rough and tumbling fellow like you," Natasha picked up a glass and looked inside of it to make sure it was clean,
"Gin and tonic, hold the lime for me, sweets." She reached underneath the counter and opened the fridge pulling out a bottle of orange juice, Natasha grabbed the cocktail shaker and put ice in before the juice and shook it a few hard times before pouring it in the glass.
"Hope I made it the way you like it." (Y,n) took the glass and downed it in a few seconds, playfully slamming it on the marble counter before leaning closer,
"Mind if I ask you something?" The red head moved in so they were inches away from one another. "When you like a gentleman what do you do? Besides the usual bullying that comes with it." Natasha wondered why her niece wasn't asking her own mother but decided against saying it out loud, whatever the reason was she was glad that (Y,n) chose her to answer the question.
She pulled back and began making another phoney gin and tonic, "I've been with many men but I've only ever really fell for one."
"And what happened with him?" Natasha refilled her glass with a sad smile
"He took a plane and disappeared without a trace... Whoever this young lad it is you fancy so much I suggest that you don't let them get away." Before a response could come from the teenager the assassin walked away. (Y,n) tilted her cup back and forth thinking over her aunts words, she knew that Bruce and Nat had a thing but never thought that she was in love with the scientist.
Preoccupied with her thoughts she didn't notice the person sitting next time her grabbing a bottle from behind the counter and taking it for themselves, "you look pretty when you're thinking so hard, what are you thinking about?" She looked over to Warren sitting next to her popping open the champagne bottle and taking a swig,
"You stealing. Aren't you under age?" (Y,n) squinted her eyes at him as he smacked his lips and nodded.
"Aren't we in Louisiana?" He gave her a smile before taking her cup and pouring some in, not caring if anyone was looking or not. Warren wasn't a stranger to drinking like she was, when his dad used to have charity parties he would take drinks from the waiters tray and sit on the side lines at least now he had someone to sit with.
"You're kinda late you know, it started an hour ago." (Y,n) spun around in her seat to lean her back against the counter like him looking out at the crowd of bodies landing on the silver armed man,
"Blame Storm, she got pissed that I beat her in a race and wouldn't let me leave until she got a rematch, that reminds me - they want to meet you." She turned to him and tilted her head, taking a few glances at her parents before shaking her head no. "You know know what, I'm tired of you telling me no all the time so you are going to finish that drink and dance with me,"
Warren stood up and took a swig while waiting for (Y,n) to finish hers. She chuckled and downed the drink before standing up and taking his hand to the dance floor, he wrapped her arms around his shoulder held onto her waist with a bright smile.
"See? Isn't this fun? Huh?"
"I can't fucking dance and this isn't even a slow song." They both laughed in unison while swaying to the upbeat song in the middle of the room, usually she would be self-conscious about people watching her and mostly judging but there was something about him that made her comfortable with it.
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(Y,n) was lucky enough that her parents let her stay the night, it wasn't often they allowed her to but the alcohol in their system made the pair a bit loose with their rules.
It was late at night, two in the morning to be exact and her mind refused to let her sleep. It kept repeating Natasha's words as if she didn't get it the first time it was said. Getting up from bed she slipped on a pair of sleeping shorts and left her room slowly walking to the kitchen area where someone was already sitting at the counter.
"Can I help you with something, homeless man?" Bucky looked up from his cup to see (Y,n) walk in, a smirk plastered on her lips before looking down at himself. His T-shirt did have a few holes in it.
"What are doing up? It's late," She went behind the counter and grabbed a mug from the cabinet, putting it under the sink faucet for some water.
"Insomnia is a crazy bitch, gonna have to throw hands with her one day." Bucky smiled at that, shaking his head lightly,
"I'll be right next to you if that's the case." She watched his smile fade behind her mug, he seemed a bit preoccupied with whatever was on his mind but fought the urge to speak up and ask him. She was never good at handling people who looked sad or looked like they just wanted to talk to someone.
Her default for that is always make a joke or something vulgar, she never had to deal with these of things back home. Whenever Cooper or Lila was sad they'd tell her right away because big sister is always there to make them laugh.
"Do you like-like him? Warren I mean. Saw you dancing with earlier," (Y,n) scoffed,
"What are you twelve? And everyone saw us dancing," The serious expression on his face caused her to clear her throat and set her mug down. "Yeah... I like him or something." Bucky said nothing but nodded in response before standing up to leave, he waved her goodbye and started to walk down the hallway but stopped she called out to him.
"I lied... I don't like him. Not in that way," (Y,n) nervously played with the strings of her shorts with words repeating in her head.
"Whoever this young lad it is you fancy so much I suggest that you don't let them get away."
She stared him in his large blue eyes as her heart began to hammer at her ribcage at an alarming rate, "I like um- I like someone else. Not him though... He's just a friend." Bucky stood there for a few more moments before nodding once again,
"Alright, good night, Dove."
"Good night, Bucky."
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torilovestowrite · 3 years
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Dabi x Reader; Try Again pt. 8
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Synopsis: Years ago, (Y/n) was left by her villain boyfriend, Dabi after discovering an unexpected news. Ever since then, she never had a lover— focusing on her only son, Yuta. Later on, she meets Todoroki Touya— a new co-worker who seem to be persistent towards winning her heart and attention.
Ship: Dabi x Fem! Reader
❗❗❗Content Warning: Mentions of Abortion, Unplanned Pregnancy, Manga spoilers, Dabi is a Todoroki theory
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"Yuta L/n, you're not going out!" Y/n strictly reprimanded as she tried to keep her son still from his position, lying on bed with a cold towel on his forehead.
It was during a Wednesday when Yuta, y/n's son, had a fever that reached over 41 degrees. Y/n felt threatened about this because her son has never reached this temperature. It's too high— and he also stated something about his body feeling heavy. What could be happening?
"B-but... we're about to watch a movie in school today! I don't want to miss it!" Yuta began bawling his eyes out while Y/n sighed at his dramatic tone. Does it really have to be like this? Yuta has to be emotional and sensitive every time he gets sick? This only reminds her of him— the way he would caress her soft hands every time she would tend his wounds every after a tiring day— the man he used to love, Dabi, would appear to be more gentle and affectionate every time he gets worn out... or ill.
"We're going to watch a movie while you take a rest here at home, okay?" Y/n gently tapped her son's side in an attempt to make him close his eyes and sleep. "For now, take a rest. Or else, it would take longer before you could go outside."
Immediately, Yuta turned his back from his mother in an attempt to be more comfortable; and to have a good sleep. Y/n smiled at his actions. Good thing, her son has always been considerate on her hardwork and the way she disciplines him.
It wasn't too long until she heard a notification from her phone— a message coming from Touya.
touya ❣ : good morning y/n. how's ur pretty face doing?
It's been four months since y/n realized her feelings for Touya. Both of them started dating two months ago and so far, he has been understanding towards her obligations as a mother. Most of their dates included Yuta and there are times when Touya would volunteer to watch over him while she's away during her day shifts. Y/n could never ask for anything— Touya was doing his job greatly; as a boyfriend and as a paternal figure to Yuta.
you : yeah, i'm all good babe. thanks for asking. but yuta's sick rn... i dont really have anyone to take care of him and i need to go for my day shift.
touya ❣ : you want me to go for it? i mean, i only work during nights anyways
Y/n's smile lit up as she read his message. Finally! She thought. She could go to work!
you: sure thing babe 💗✨
Few more minutes, when Yuta has finally travelled to dreamland, Y/n left the house, wearing her thick f/c coat with her hair styled to become more neat-looking. Another day for work, she thought.
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It's been two hours since Touya arrived in Y/n's home. Using the spare key under her house's doormat, he decided to enter her house that was silent when he went inside. Until he heard a child's high-pitched scream coming from Yuta's bedroom. His instinct caused him to immediately run towards this direction; but what he saw caused a heavy sensation in his chest. Those familiar blue flames that was once his signature— as Dabi; the heartless villain who claimed 30 innocent lives.
"U-Uncle T-Touya!" Yuta cried in panic while his right hand was burning with blue and heated fire. "W-What should I do?! M-my—"
"Breathe." Touya immediately replied as he kneeled next to him, rubbing his back with his huge and rough hands. "You have to control your breathing and your emotions. You have to control it because the more you panic, the more it will get stronger."
Yuta closed his eyes and focused in calming himself down— taking deep breaths and thinking about things that he liked in life— ice cream, Y/n, Uncle Touya, pro-heroes... all the things that makes him happy. Slowly, the fire became smaller and smaller— until nothing appeared on his hands.
"I-It's gone! The blue flames!" Yuta exclaimed as a grin crept on his face. "Did you see that awesome thing on my hand, Uncle Touya?! That must be my quirk, right?"
"Yes, it's an awesome quirk that you have." Touya smiled sadly as he stared at the young and naive child— as if he was seeing his past self; the pure child who was corrupted by his father's evil desires and deeds. It was all fun and games knowing he has an awesome quirk like that... until his father, Enji Todoroki, decided to ruin everything for him.
But he swore to be someone better than him; to be a man suitable to be called a father.
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That afternoon, Y/n arrived at her home with such beautiful sight; Touya and Yuta scooped in each others' arms while the movie was left streaming. She smiled at the sight. It was so cute. For a few seconds, she almost believed that Touya was Yuta's father. The young mother couldn't help it but to take a picture of the two while having their peaceful slumber.
"I saw you," Touya spoke, "Delete it."
Y/n giggled as Touya stood up from his position as he tried to grab the phone away from her hands. It was such a cute sight. She was sticking her tongue out while she was trying to chase him. Y/n couldn't help but to feel as if they were all.. what? 17? Whatever, it felt cute, though.
"Yeah, whatever. Have that pic all you want. You can even make it your wallpaper." Y/n got her cheeks pinched by him as he gave her a light kiss on the nose. "I'm going now, sweet cheeks, I'm attending night shift for tonight."
"Sure, sure." Y/n smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek, as she watched his lean and toned figure leave their house. All that's left is her and Yuta. Slowly, his eyes opened to see his mother watching him sleep.
"Mommy?" Yuta spoke in a drowsy tone.
Y/n responded, hugging her son beside her while his eyes still looked sleepy. Seems that the sleep wasn't enough for him, huh? The young lady laughed at this, ruffling his hair, and deciding to ask him. "How was your day with Uncle Touya? Is it better than it was when you're at school?"
The young lad aggressively nodded and decided to tell Y/n the greatest thing that he discovered today.
"My quirk just manifested, ma! I have blue flames!" Yuta exclaimed as he tried to show it off with the tip of his fingers. Y/n's eyes widened at this— it created a tingling feeling in her heart. It was like a slap on her face. Yuta is really Dabi's son, isn't he?
"T-That's awesome." Y/n replied, trying to stop tears from flowing.
While her son was still busy talking about his day, her hands were able to feel something on the couch. It was... hard. She pulled out to see a black leather wallet. Did Touya forget his stuff here? Y/n sighed at his forgetfulness. Well, he's a person, she thought, so he has flaws too.
"Did Uncle Touya forget that, ma?" Yuta asked in a polite tone. "Bring it back to him tomorrow, okay?"
Y/n smiled at what he said. She really raised her son well. "Sure!"
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It was night time. Yuta went back to sleep and Y/n was busy contemplating inside her room— walking back and forth; thinking about whether she should check his stuff or what.
It's not what others would think. It's just that it's been two months since they got together but Touya only says few things about himself. All she knew is that his parents are living overseas and he's left alone here. He has siblings who lived with their parents in abroad. Nothing more, nothing less.
Aside from that, it wouldn't hurt to peek just a little bit, right?
Y/n sighed as she finally came to a conclusion to check his wallet to see if there's something that would tell more about himself. It's not like she was nosy. She just wants to get to know him at a better level. He's quite of a silent and mysterious guy himself, which got the young lady curious about him.
Of course, there was nothing new; just few IDs, bunch of credit cards (which Y/n thought was odd because if he had this much money, why would he work in an old bar as a bartender), and a thin wad of cash. Nothing else— until something that was so unordinary in her eyes— fell.
Her eyes widened as she saw that memoribilia. No words could come out from her mouth. Her vision felt so dark; as if it was slowly fading; and her heart hurt so much. Only tears could come out from her eyes. No scream, no words, no phrases— simply, nothing.
"Y-you..." Her fists clenched tightly as her form started shaking— she didn't know what to feel. Is it anger, sadness, remorse— what should she feel first? She began to wail as she stared and touched at this object from the past. Whatever that happened was too painful for her to bear.
"You fooled me... Dabi."
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That night, Touya was looking for his wallet. It was nowhere to be found; not even in his car. Maybe he left it at your place? Well, whatever the circumstances are, he was hoping that none of you would be able to find it. Maybe, he'd drive towards your place again and—
His thoughts were interrupted as his phone rang. The caller ID showed Y/n— and a selfie that she sent him as the profile picture. Immediately, he answered it.
"Hello, bab—"
"Don't you babe me. We have to talk." Y/n's voice sounded cold and harsh. She was angry... and he knew it. Touya knew that tone several years ago; and if he hears that, he knows that hell will break because of her wrath.
"What is it?"
"Stop acting dumb." Y/n scoffed.
"How the hell are you alive, Dabi?"
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a/n: i kinda did stop updating this but like bnha chapter 290 got me like 😭😭😭😭 dabi can i give u a hug plspslslslsl 😗😗
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The One Where [Y/N] [L/N] Can't Show Up To Her Toxic Family Dinner Alone, So She Turns To Her College Peer For Help.
Edited: 12-4-2020
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Once your college professor dismissed the class as over you were quick to open your phone and check your messages. Once unmuted, it vibrated and chimed a dozen times bombarding you. Messages from your mother overflowed your notification bar. You just didn't have the energy to deal with it right now. With a scowl, you set your phone back to mute mode and harshly shoved it into your backpack.
"Everything all right?"
Your chemistry partner was pilling books back into his backpack when he asked you the imposing question. He zipped the bag close, stood up, and turned to you, giving you a concerned look as he slung his backpack on his shoulder.
"I'm fine."
"We've been partners for nearly a year, I think I know you enough to know when you're not fine."
Your eyes glanced up at the white-haired man before glancing back at your lap. Your chemistry partner, Natsuo Todoroki, was a nice young man. Natsuo was funny and kind, he noticed when you were having a bad day, and he'd try to ease your troubles. Maybe that was why you often found yourself studying your partner more than your notes. Normally you'd relish under the gaze and attention of your charming, pretty partner, but today wasn't just one of those days.
"It's stupid. Like, really stupid, and unimportant."
"If it's bothering you then it's not stupid. C'mon, I'll buy you lunch and you can tell me all about your problem."
You huffed as you stood up and pulled your bag over your shoulder. You followed Natsuo to the cafeteria, while he walked off to get and pay for your lunches, you found some empty seats. Your leg bounced as you waited for him to come back. The idea of opening up about something so personal made you anxious.
"It's Soba Saturday."
"Thanks."
Natsuo took a seat across from you and smiled as you took a bite out of the food. Happy that you were happy with your food, Natsou digs into his own.
"So partner' what's up?"
"As I said, it's really, really, stupid."
"You're obviously worked up over it, it can't be that stupid."
You let out a ragged sigh as you took a delicate bite out of your food. Embarrassed, your eyes avoided him once you swallowed and set the fork down. Natsuo had shared so much with you as a friend and confidant, you knew about his family, every nitty-gritty detail, but you opened so little in return.
"My mom texted me asking if I was bringing a date home for Christmas. My parents... They're pretentious and rich, you know? Marrying, and settling down, becoming a house mouse while my husband takes over the family business. That's the future they want for me."
You clenched your fists just getting aggravated thinking about it. The toxicity was hard and you were trying your best to escape it, but you could only flee so much when you were poor without your parents. Natsuo reached across the table and grabbed your hands, pulling them into his cold ones.
"I know if I show up alone my mom's gonna get in my business, then she'll try setting me up with rich men she thinks are suitable. I just- I can't do another family Christmas alone."
"I understand what you mean. I told you how my dad's a bastard, he's tried setting me and my sister up with suitable people before, never works out, just makes us hate him. I don't even wanna go home for Christmas this year, so... I have a proposition."
"I'd love to hear it."
"I'll go with you."
His voice came out quick and fast, almost making him sound nervous, but Natsuo didn't get nervous, it wasn't a Todoroki trait. You look up from your lap to his eyes. A small smile formed on your face as he proposed the statement. You let out a chuckle as a light blush brushed your face.
"You wanna be my date?"
"We don't have to go like that, we can fake date. Think about it, you need a rich, suitable guy to show up with you. You need me. Someone to convince your pretentious parents you're ready to settle down, and, I, can get out of my own family Christmas and obligations to see the bastard man."
"Fake dating... Fake dating and convincing my parents that we're in love. That's a lot to deal with, you're sure your up for it?"
"Yeah, you might say... We already have some chemistry together."
You laughed as that feeling bubbled up in your chest. That feeling you got whenever you were around your partner, your lab partner. It was stupid, so stupid. The idea of fake dating him bubbled you, even if it was fake, the idea that he got to be your boyfriend for an evening or two excited you.
"Okay, you dork, it's settled. You're my fake boyfriend."
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Your leg bounced rigorously as the car drove on the road. You watched the road signs, anxiously noting how far away from your home you were each time a new one appeared. You lived a couple of hours out from the city you and Natsuo attended college in. Coming from a rich family, you and Natsuo probably would've attended the same social circles and school had you not grew up so far away.
Your thumb tapped away at your leg as Christmas music blared through the radio. Your whole body screamed anxious and distressed. Now that you've had time to brew and process the deal you and Natsuo made you regretted it. What were you thinking, taking your lab partner, who was also your crush, on an overnight trip as your fake boyfriend? It was just going to cause you trouble.
You had feelings for him and your family was toxic. The idea of letting him in was disturbing. It was your home where you grew up, the place you learned to hate yourself, the place that taught you to be closed off, and mean. He'll meet your mom, your dad, and your godawful siblings. He'll see how horrible your family is, and the idea of letting him see the environment you grew up in was so daunting.
What if he decided you were awful too? What if he changes lab partners?
"We're here."
"Great."
Your voice came out placid and tight. Your nervousness and exhaustion could be heard in your voice. Emotions brought out every time you saw your family, he mistook it as nerves brought on by the fear of fake dating.
"We should probably lie down some rules."
"Yeah, I've never fake dated before. I don’t know what you're uncomfortable with, but no kissing on the lips."
Natsuo pulled his keys out of the engine ignition and pocketed them while he lightly laughed at your proposed rule. Heat rose to your cheeks as his voice met your ears.  
"We're supposed to convince them we're in love, but I can't kiss your lips?"
"I know it's silly, but to me it's romantic and I’d like to keep this professional. Besides, you still have my cheek, hand, nose, and forehead."
“I see your points, if it makes you feel more comfortable then lips are off-limits.”
You let out a relieved sigh. You weren't sure you'd handle kissing Natsuo. It was too personal, too romantic. The more you progressed on this endeavor the more you worried. Your parents were gonna know, they were gonna know. 
"No kissing your lips, what about hand-holding?"
"We can hold hands, hug, anything a couple would do, just no sex or kissing."
"Two days, as a handholding loving boyfriend. Let's do this."
Natsuo got out of the car and while you zipped up your coat and fixed your scarf he rushed to the other side of the car and opened your door before you got the chance. His cold hand was on your hand pulling you out of the car, he smiled softly at you as he helped you out.
“Thanks, you didn't have to do that.”
“I wanted to, I'm your boyfriend after all.”
You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear as a light blush spread across your skin. Never had you been more thankful for the cold air for you had been able to play your pink cheeks off as an effect of the cold weather and not his words. 
“You go in, I’ll get our bag.”
“You sure?”
You nibbled on your lip as Natsuo walked away from you. He turned to you with an ever-growing smile present as he winked. 
“Yeah, I'm a good boyfriend aren't I?”
“The sweetest ever. See you inside.”
You made your way to the door and gave the heavy wooden door a hard knock. It wasn't long until one of the servants opened the door. The head butler, Godwin, opened the door and threw you a gracious smile before pulling you into a hug. 
“Welcome back, [Y/N].”
In your time living here as a child, Godwin spent a lot of time with you. It was his job to watch over you and your siblings along with the other staff members when your parents were gone, which was often. He was the one who taught you to be kinder and nicer, more humble than your other siblings. He was the one who encouraged you to go to college despite your parents raising you to live in a world with their racist, sexist ideals. 
“It’s good to see you, Godwin.” 
Your mother came down the stairs with her overly expensive Christmas dress flowing with her. She looked like the average rich person trying to show off her money. Pearls, diamonds, and obvious plastic surgery. Your father followed behind her, adorning an expensive tailored suit and a matching tie, no doubt your mother's idea to make it seem like they had a perfect marriage to their guests when it, in fact, was not. 
“Oh, [F/N], you're here!”
She walked up to you and awkwardly wrapped her arms around your body. It was weird and awkward. Your mother didn't like giving affection out to her children, or really anyone. Now that you were older, you didn't crave the attention from her. Your father didn't even attempt to greet you. 
“I thought you said you were bringing a guest, Oh I knew you were lying. Lucky for you I thought ahead and arranged for one of your father's friends to come over as your date for the evening.”
“Mother, anyone friends with father is going to be way too old to be a date for me, besides that fact, I did bring a date.” 
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed to ask your mother for help, I did give birth to you after all.”
She sneered her words at you. This was a classical move of your mothers because she gave birth to you then that must mean she knows you better than anyone else, she also used it in the stance that you owed it to her to do what she wanted.
“You’ll love him. He's the owner of a multimillion-dollar company, he's rich, and his wife just died! You’ve been single for so long, you need a man to take care of you”-
Your mother is cut off by the sound of Natsuo walking in with your bag and slamming the door shut, trying to keep the cold out. Considering it was an overnight trip, you thought sharing a bag might make you look more intimate and close. 
���Sorry I took so long babe, I didn't zip the bag all the way closed and it opened on the ride here, I had to put everything back in it.”
“Mother, father, this is my boyfriend.” 
Natsuo dropped your bag on the floor and shook your parent's hands starting with your father, and then your mother next, respectfully the way you shook hands with the rich. You supposed growing up as a Todoroki he had to learn these tricks and rules the same way you did. 
“Natsuo Todoroki, nice to meet you, sir, ma’am.”
“Oh wow, Todoroki? Like the hero family Todoroki?”
“Yes, ma’am... Endeavor is my father.”
You could tell by Natsuo's stance that he was uncomfortable with the way your mother was asking about his social status and checking him out with a tight fake smile on her face.
“Yes, I remember now, I saw your family on the news. How did you snag this one [Y/N]? A Todoroki, I'm impressed, then again... He is the brother who chose not to follow the life of a hero.”
You both ignored your mother's catty comment as Natsuo grabbed your hand and pulled you against his side. He kissed your cheek, eliciting a light blush for the second time that day, however, your mother's focus was on your 'boyfriend', and his focus was on your mother. 
“Feels more like I'm the one who snagged her.”
“Well, you must tell us how you met. Goodwin! Take their bag up to [Y/N]'s room!” 
You rolled your eyes as she yells at the butler. You'd think after years of working for her she would've remembered his name, but she didn't.
“Godwin, we can take our bag up, we need to change into our dress clothes anyway. Mother, you really should remember the names of your staff.”
“They're just the help, details like their names don't matter. Ever since you went off to that school it's put silly ideas in your head. Natsuo don't be afraid to remind her who's boss, she might try to force those ridiculous relationship norms on you.”
The comment comes from your father who had been mostly silent throughout the whole conversation. The comment comes from your father and it didn't sit well with Natsuo. As your father laughs at what he said, Natsuo picks your bag up and chuckles at him. 
“Oh, [Y/N] and I both know who the boss of this relationship is. [Y/N] attends more classes than me, so I always make sure the apartment is clean, and food is ready on the table for her. It's only fair, I wouldn't want her to think these ridiculous relationship norms where the woman cooks and cleans and the man provides is right.”
Before your father gets another word in edgewise, Natsuo pulls you along with him to the staircase, letting you guide him to your bedroom with appeased smiles on your faces. You pushed the door open and let Natsuo in before closing it and locking it. You flopped over on the bed, and he followed suit before taking a look at your room. It was the same as always, the way you left it after high school, never changing except for when little things got moved around for dusting and vacuuming by Godwin. 
“So... What'd you think of my parents?”
“They’re... interesting?”
There were a wide variety of choice words Natsuo wanted to use. He did not like your parents, and it bothered him knowing that you grew up being raised with such ideals. Natsuo might have had a bastard for a father, his father might have hurt his mom, and his family in more ways than one, but his father never once told Fuyumi that she couldn't pursue her dreams. He never once told Fuyumi that she had to follow old gender norms, never once was Fuyumi taught to layover for a man.
"It's okay, you can say it. They're good awful."
"I didn't want to upset you or offend, but my father literally drove my mom insane, he gave her a mental illness and he's nice compared to them."
"Just wait until you meet my siblings."
You let out a laugh as your fingers played with the blanket on the bed. Your hands were so close. It was sweet to him, the sound of your voice. He'd never admit out loud, but he was so in love with you. Ever since he first laid eyes on you in chemistry class. Ever since you sat down next to him and introduced yourself, ever since you accidentally blew up your first experiment. Ever since you kept apologising for catching him on fire, you hadn't a clue who he was, or who his father was. You were normal with him. Every little thing you did lead up to his feelings for you. Every little thing you did added to the strong feelings had had, like a brick house.
To the naked eye, Natsuo was a desirable man. He was rich, filthy rich, and he had that Todoroki charm. Everyone wanted him for his status or his looks. They didn't know him, the real him, him with an abusive father and fucked up family. For all those reasons, Natsuo always thought that you wouldn't want to be with a boy like him. Someone who came from such a broken background, someone so weak, unable to stand up to his father. Guys like him never got the girl, at least not the girl that he wanted but Natsuo also never imagined that you came from a background similar to his. It was so ethereal and special to be here with you, to be the one you were opening up to, even if it was a fake relationship, Natsuo was trying desperately to shoot his shot.
"You're so strong, you know that? Your parents raised you with these unrealistic standards on how you should act, but you're in college, you're pursuing your dreams. You're amazing."
Natsuo's hand reached out and grabbed yours, his cold one in yours soliciting goosebumps and a little shiver. You quickly tried to pull your and out of his and stood up to make it look like you weren't trying to avoid skin contact with him.
"Thanks, Natsuo... You're amazing too, I mean hello, they way you subtly told my father to shove his marriage ideals? It was hilarious, he was not expecting that."
You looked away from Natsou to hide the blush in your cheeks, you were thankful for the way he stood up to your father for you. You could never have done that in a million years.
"Anyway, we should probably get dressed, and go down before my mother thinks we've started having sex. You can get dressed in here and I'll go to the bathroom, just knock when it's safe for me to come out."
You grabbed your dress out of the bag and scurried into the bathroom. You started with makeup, then you reapplied your deodorant. You were so nervous that your family would see right through your lie. After taking a few deep breaths you heard Natsuo's knock so you quickly unzipped your silk, baby blue dress and pulled it up to your body. Nervously, you popped your head out the door and bit your lip.
"Can you... Can you zip me up?"
"Sure!"
You let the door open more and pulled the front of your dress tight against your body, worried and nervous to be partially naked in front of him. Natsuo sauntered into the bathroom and zipped the back of your dress up. His cold hands glide up your back and then fell down on your hips. It made you shiver again before throwing him a grateful smile.
"Thanks."
"No problem, you look beautiful."
You looked in the mirror at the two of you together. This time as the blush rose to your cheeks you didn't have the cold to blame or the ability to turn around and hide your face.
"Ready to meet the rest of the snake nest?"
"I survived your parents, I think I can handle your siblings."
Arm in arm looped together you made your way downstairs and into the entertainment room with Natsuo. Your siblings were sitting on the couch, but once you walked in their eyes struck you. They heard you brought a date and they wanted to check him out. Their eyes glazed over him some of them in interest, some in disinterest. All judging.
"I heard you brought a boy, didn't believe it."
The comment comes from your older sister. Her voice was full of disdain and disinterest, undoubtedly ready to leave.
"Yeah, mother said you brought a boy, didn't think he'd be so hot."
Natsou coughs uncomfortably as you showed a tight, fake smile to your sister. You couldn't lie, it hurt that your younger sister would so blatantly flirt with your boyfriend upon meeting him, whether he be fake or not.
"Don't be such a slut, [Sisters Name]. That's your sister's boyfriend."
Your older brother scolded his youngest sister for her lustful behavior and she rolls her eyes before she crosses her arms in a pout. Your brother was the nicest out of all your siblings. He was nice to you and your siblings in his own way, protective of his younger siblings, constantly scolding and trying to keep you all in place. That didn't mean he couldn't be a snake, he could just tolerate you and your siblings more.
"Besides, he's not all that hot."
"Oh he totally is, it's seriously a wonder how [Y/N] got him."
You brought Natsuo over to the couch and sat down next to him. You even made sure to sit close to him, close enough so you could lean into each other like a cute couple.
"I think I prefer your parents."
His words whispered in your ear earning a light chuckle from you. Your sister, the younger one, evidently didn't like how close you both were. With a harsh glare, she rolled her eyes again.
"How did you even meet? Seriously, I wanna know why he would downgrade to someone like you."
Natsuo scratched the back of his head awkwardly and nervously He didn't understand why your siblings were so mean to you. His father was a bastard, that closed you off, that he could get. Despite that, he and his siblings never put each other down like they were doing.
"More like she downgraded to me. We met in school, lab partners. She had all the boys chasing for her in school, but somehow she chose me."
Your sister scoffed and this time you rolled your eyes. She always gave you such shit over the littlest things. You didn't have the energy for this, at least not sober. You whispered into Natsuo's ear softly.
"I need a drink, you want one? We'll need it to get through the evening."
"If your alcohol mixing skills are anything like your chemistry mixing skills, then no."
"Meanie, I'm a great chemist, I practically carry our grade."
Natsuo chuckled against your cheek, before pulling back and kissing it. Again, a blush adorned your cheek with no way to hide it. It was brief and quick, but his cold lips ghosted against your cheek. All you could do was abruptly stand up with a smile on your face.
"I'm gonna go find an alcoholic beverage. I'll be right back, play nice with him."
Natsuo watched helplessly as you walked off into the distance. He sat there quietly, patiently waiting for you to come back. Natsuo was such a cool, calm collected guy, but alone with your siblings, he felt nervous. Seeing the way they acted with you gave him a bad impression of them, but he has to play nice because he was your boyfriend.
"You know, an alcoholic drink does sound great."
Your older sister stood up from the couch and walked off in the same direction as you did, the kitchen presumably, to make herself a drink as well. Soon, your brother left the room as well, your little sister bit her lip as she watched your brother walk off in the direction of the bathroom. She was quick to stand and in the place you once held occupied.
"My sister said play nice, but I'd rather play rough."
She slid her hand over his thigh and inched it closer to his crotch while she smiled up at him, nibbling on her lip.
"What are you doing? I'm here with your sister, I'm her boyfriend."
"Ugh, what do you even see in her? She's not even pretty."
Before Natsou could reply, before he could defend you, your sister climbed across his lip and planted her lips against his. He wasn't kissing her back, but with her on top of him, her pressing her face against his, and her fingers deeply gripping his clothes it was difficult to get her off of him. He wasn't kissing back, he was trying to push her off but as you walked up with two margaritas in hand all you saw was your fake boyfriend kissing your sister.
It hurt. It shouldn't have, but it hurt. He wasn't yours, not really. He was just your lap partner, your friend. He wasn't your boyfriend, you were just fake dating. He wasn't yours. He wasn't yours, but it hurt to see your sister all over him. He wasn't yours, but for the night he was supposed to be. He wasn't yours but for the sake of your lie you did what any girl would do after finding her boyfriend cheating on her: You dumped your margarita down the skank.
"[Brothers Name] is right, you are a slut! And you- you-"
As your sister pulled herself off of Natsuo she looked up at you shocked with alcohol dripping down her body, you ignored her and turned your attention to Natsou. Your eyes were blurry but you had to will yourself not to cry.
"I don't need you here. You can just leave."
You didn't wait for Natsou to get up and leaves nor did you want for him to talk and explain anything to you. You simply took off in the direction of your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Natsuo quickly jumped up on his feet and took off in the direction of your bedroom. He didn't knock, he didn't wait for permission, he just busted in and ran over to you.
"If you want to make out with my sister, that's fine. I get it, she's pretty, she's hot, she's better than me. She's everything you'd want, but you were supposed to be here with me! You were supposed to be here as my boyfriend! My parents were supposed to think we're in love. You were supposed to be mine, I don't care if it's fake, you cheated with my sister!"
The tears were leaking down your cheeks as you yelled at him. No words could pass Natsuo's lips, no matter how hard he tried. They couldn't. Seeing your tears, a product of him hurt. It hurt. He hurt you. He was trying his best to shoot his shot, he was trying to subtly woo you.
"Your sister came on to me, I tried pushing her away. She's really is a snake, you said it yourself!"
You still sniffled as you nodded at him. He was right, you had said that. He was right, she is a snake and this is exactly what she would do just to screw with your life.
"I'm sorry, your right. I shouldn't have acted like that, you're not actually mine. Natsuo, I do need you, I need you here."
"What if I wanted you to really be mine?"
You sniffling stopped as Natsuo took closer steps to you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled your lips against his. This was different from earlier. The kiss wasn't quick, it was long. It was long and passionate, yet cold. Despite your shivers, you found yourself leaning into him, into the kiss.
"You- You can't do that, it's against the rules."
"Screw the rules. I just- I wish you needed me every night of the year, not just Christmas."
Natsuo ran his hands through his hair nervously. He thought speaking against your father and defending you against your sister was enough to get his point across. This idea of verbally speaking it, it scared him. This was uncharted territory for him.
"I want you [Y/N]. I want you every day of the year. I want to kiss you on the lips, I want to hold hands, I want dates and hugs. I want more than chemistry class and Christmas gatherings."
"Then you can have me! Have me every day of the year. Be mine, every day of the year. Take me on a date, hold my hand, kiss my lips!"
Natsuo pulled you against him and your face collided with his chest. You buried your face in his chest as your arms wrapped around his body and a smile formed.
"Let's not fake date, be my actual girlfriend."
You leaned up and left a quick chaste kiss on Natsuo's lips with a smile.
"I don't want anyone else to be my actual boyfriend, I suppose you might say we chemistry."
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Madness Combat: Just Bros Being Dudes
AO3 Link:
(Hhh This Took A Long Ass While Lmao)
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Fandom: Madness Combat
Characters: Deimos, Sanford, Hank (Briefly), Jebus (Briefly), Tricky (Briefly)
Platonic Or Romantic?: Romantic Sanmos
Summary: Just A Normal Saturday In Nevada For The Boyfriends, Sanford And Deimos. They Also Share Their First Kiss With The Help Of Hank And Tricky Thanks To A Text Message. Also Deimos Makes A Lot Of Jokes, If You Know Them Then Congrats. :) If Not, That's Ok.
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The Sound Of The Alarm Clock Went Off At 8:00 AM, Causing Deimos To Wake Up From His Slumber. He Sat Up From The Sleeping Position He Was In And Yawned While Stretching Before Hitting The Snooze Button And Rubbing His Eyes. Looking Over To His Side, He Noticed Sanford Was Absent From His Side Of The Bed. It Was Cold, So He Had Been Probably Gone For A While Now. It Was Done Nicely Compared To The Smaller Man's Side Of The Bed, Which Was Very Messy.
Deimos Knew San Liked To Wake Up An Hour Or Two Earlier Than Him All The Time. He Did That Even If They Weren’t Being Bothered By The L33t / A.A.H.W (Agency Against Hank Wimbleton) Groups Anymore. Deimos Slipped On The Closest Pair Of Slippers He Had By The Bed And Headed Toward The Kitchen. There He Heard Pans Being Set Down On The Stove Or In The Sink To Be Washed Later And Bacon Sizzling In A Pan.
Sanford Was At The Stove Making Breakfast While Whistling One Of Their Favorite Songs. That Favorite Song Happened To Be Poker Face By Lady Gaga, Deimos Would Always Sing And Dance Happily To It While Sanford Watched And Laughed During Their Breaks In Between Missions. Deimos Instantly Smiled At The Sight Of His Boyfriend Being In A Good Mood On A Morning. Everyone Knew Sanford Wasn't Much Of A Morning Person, He Was Only Cheerful When He Knew He Was Going To Have A Good Day.
It Always Was Fun Going On Missions Together And Then Getting To Relax With Each Other Afterwards. They Loved To Chat And Goof Off With Each Other All The Time. The Smaller Man Quietly Shuffled Into The Kitchen Being Careful Not To Distract The Man Cooking And Sat Down In A Chair. Ford Smiled And Flipped The Pancakes In The Pan. San Turned Around To See His Beloved Boyfriend Sitting At The Table.
Sanford, Smug: “Enjoying The View, Dee?’
Deimos, Jumping In Surprise And Hiding His Face In Embarrassment: “U-Uh What? Yeah, I Like Roses. I Mean What-”
Sanford, Giggling A Bit: “What? Anyway, How Many Pancakes Do You Want?”
Deimos: “Ooo, Can I Have 4?”
Sanford Nods And Turns Around, Walking Back To The Stove To Continue Their Breakfast. Deimos Watched His Boyfriend With Love In His Eyes. Dee Loved Watching His Boyfriend Do Anything; He Even Has A Whole Photo Album Full Of...Just Sanford In Battle Poses, Laying Down, Sitting, Ect..
Sanford Knew About Deimos’s Pictures. He Didn’t Really Mind, It Was Just When They Got Posted Online And Girls Were Coming To The Posts and Simping For The Man In The Bandana. Cut Back To Deimos Looking At Sanford With Love In His Eyes, Dee’s Tablet Vibrated On The Table.
Deimos Quickly Picked It Up, And Saw It Was From Hank. His Panic Died Down A Bit, And He Just Stared At The Notification. Like Sanford, Hank Liked Getting Up Early So He Can Get Things Done. One Of Those Things Would Be Making Sure Tricky Wasn’t Eating All The Food In The Fridge. Tricky Normally Has To Be Fed At Least 8 Times A Day To Ease His Chaotic Nature For A Few Minutes At Most. Then Jebus Has To Look After Him For Safety Reasons.
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Hank: Deimos. Are You Up?
Hank: Deimos? It's 7:04 AM.
Hank: ?
Hank: Deimos??
Hank: Oh Yeah. I Forgot You Like To Sleep In
Hank: You're Probably Going To Wake Up At 8:30 AM, As Always.
Hank: Anyway, I Just Wanted To Say Tricky Misses You Guys. He Keeps Talking About You And He’s Wondering If You 2 Can Come Play With Him Later Today Or Tomorrow.
Hank: He's Happy You Two Are A Couple Now. He Bought A Gift For You Too.
Hank: Well….He Stole It, Then I Had To Pay For The Damage….AND The Gift
Hank: Also, Quick Question….Have You 2 Even Kissed Yet?
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There Was Silence For A Good 3 Seconds Until Deimos Screamed, Startling Sanford. The Tablet Fell On The Table Before Ford Could Even Reach His Boyfriend. The Man In The Bandana Hugged His Boyfriend To Calm Him. Ford Thought It Was Some Fangirl Who Messaged Him And Sent Something Gross As That Happened Very Often. He Took The Tablet To See For Himself, And Snorted When He Saw The Message. He Looked At Deimos Desperately Trying Not To Laugh At What He Saw.
Sanford: “You-” *He Quietly Giggles, Trying Not To Embarrass Deimos On Purpose* “You’re Screaming Because We Haven’t Kissed Yet?”
Deimos: “Well- I- Yo- We- He-”
He Was Immediately Silenced By His Boyfriend’s Lips Making Contact With His. They Stayed Like That For A Few Minutes Before Sanford Pulled Back And Got Back To The Stove. Deimos Just Sat There In Shock, His Face All Hot And Red. That Was Their First Ever Kiss, And Deimos Wanted To Be Involved Too. Just Thinking About It Made Him More Flustered. He Must've Been Spaced Out For A While Because When He Looked Up, Sanford Wasn't There. He Checked His Tablet Again And Saw A Notification: A Text From Hank.
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Hank: Lol. Sanford Told Me You Screamed When I Asked.
Hank: That Probably Was Really Funny In Person
Hank: If Only He Recorded It.
Hank: *[One Attachment Sent]*
{Hank: He Didn’t Answer My Question. Did You Guys Kiss Yet Orrr?
Sanford: Well Yes And No. You Embarrassed Him Lol. It Was So Funny Haha
Sanford: He Screamed When He Saw Your Message, Then I Kissed Him.
Hank: Pfft- Are You Serious?! Wow Lol
Sanford: Yeah Lmao. Made Me Throw A Pancake At The Ceiling. It Was Mine Too :(
Sanford: Good Wasted Pancake :(
Sanford: *[One Attachment Sent]* {Image Description: A Gray Tiled Ceiling With A Medium-Sized Pancake Smacked In Between 4 Tiles.}
Hank: XD}
Deimos: I-
Deimos: YOU!! >:( THAT WAS YOUR FAULT HANK J. WIMBLETON!!
Deimos: YOU MADE HIM WASTE HIS PANCAKE. THAT WAS YOU!!
Deimos: YOU FUDGING BULLY >:(
Deimos: I'LL HECKING FIGHT YOU!!
Hank: XD
Hank: Yeah Right Lol. I'll See You Later
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A Couple Minutes Pass And Sanford Taps Deimos On The Shoulder. Dee Turns Around To See His Boyfriend Fully Dressed. A Pile Of Clothes Was Placed In The Seat Next To The Shorter Man. Deimos Could Only Assume It Was His Clothing, As Hank Did Invite Them Over To See Tricky. The Smoker Popped A Cigarette In His Mouth And Left To Get Dressed. Once He Got Back, He Put His Cigarette In The Ashtray And Got Sanford Greeted With A Kiss. Well 2, One On The Forehead And One On The Mouth.
Deimos: “You Know, You Could’ve Waited Till I Was Ready For The Kiss.”
Sanford: “Why? It Would’ve Been A Year Or Two If You Said You Were Ready. That’s Basically How Our Relationship Started. Everyone Knows That, Ev-EVEN TRICKY KNOWS!”
Deimos’s Face Just Heated Up, He Knew That Was True And Couldn't Argue. After That Chat, Sanford And Deimos Got In Their Car And Headed To The Base. Deimos Was Messaging Hank During The Entire Ride. Hank Was Teasing Deimos A Lot About The Kiss, And How Deimos Reacted When It Was First Brought Up. Deimos Yelled-Texted At Hank Again, Causing The Man In The Red Goggles To Laugh Again. Dee Put His Tablet Away Once They Got To The Base. Of Course, None Other Than Hank Himself Was There To Greet Them And Welcome Them Back In.
They Passed The Savior, Jebus, Who Was Reading A Book, Supposedly A Bible Or Something He Could Find Lying Around. He Was Sitting At A Table With Red Wine In A Fancy Glass And Biscuits On A Plate. Deimos Wondered If Hank Told Him About It, Since He Received A Teasing Look. Sanford Just Thought Nothing Of It, And Wanted To See If Tricky Had Actually Changed Since Their Last Encounter With Him.
Once They Approached Tricky's Room, Or Area (Whatever You Would Call It), They Saw Signs Like 'Caution: Beware The Clown', And 'Do Not Enter Unless You Are Hank'. They Were Also Greeted By The Sound Of Someone Eating Something Viciously.
Looking From The Glass Window On The Wall, They Saw The Clown Filling His Face With All Different Kinds Of Food. He Stopped To Grab A Drink, But Got Distracted By Seeing Hank With Sanford And Deimos. Tricky Immediately Ran To The Glass And Smacked His Face Against It, Causing Ford And Dee To Jump Back.
Tricky Smiled In Delight After Seeing Deimos And Sanford For The First Time In A Long While. He Waved Through The Glass, Then Rushed To The Speaker. The Faint Sound Of Someone Yelling 'HAAANNK!' And 'VALID. FRIENDS' Could Be Heard Through The Speaker. The Door Suddenly Opened Slowly, The Smell Of All Kinds Of Foods Plus Blood Pouring Out Of The Opening And The Cracks. The Clown Immediately Jumped Out Of The Room, Startling The Trio.
Tricky: "SANFORD! HANK! DEIMOS! FRIENDS! VALID. YES."
Hank Actually Smiled Upon Tricky's Entrance, He Patted The Clown's Head Twice And Let The Other 2 Do The Same Thing After. They Talked About Everything That Happened, And Caught Up With Each Other. Jebus Entered The Room Half Way Through The Conversation And Joined In. They Chatted For Hours, Tricky Was The One To Point Out The Time To Everyone. Sanford Said That He And Deimos Had To Leave, As It Was Late (11:12 PM).
They Said Their Goodbyes Before Ford And Dee Headed Out. They Stayed Silent In The Car, Just Thinking About How Much The Others Have Changed. Tricky, Who Has Become More Friendly And Takes Baths. Hank, Who Is More Calm And 'Married To A Blender'. And Jebus, Who Has More Control And Is Starting To Learn Dad Jokes.
Deimos: "I Had Fun Chatting With Them After A While. I Just Wish Candice Was There With Us, I Miss Her."
Sanford: "...We Didn't Know A Candice."
Deimos, Grinning: "I Know Candice. I've Known Her For A While Now."
Sanford, Not Falling For It: "Good For You. Is She Nice?"
Deimos: "....Y-Yeah…...Although Her House Really Smells Like Updog. It's A Problem."
Sanford: "......Really?"
Deimos, Pushing The Joke: "Yes, Especially The Kitchen. It Really Reeks Of Updog. It's Disgusting, Bleck"
Sanford, Sighing And Smiling: "What Is Updog?"
Deimos, Giggling Like A Child: "Nahat Much Wh-"
Deimos Couldn't Finish His Sentence Because He Was Laughing. Sanford Just Snorted And Smiled, He Always Knew How He Could Get His Boyfriend Lost In Laughter. Even If A Joke Wasn't Really That Funny, Deimos Could Be Laughing For An Hour. He Absolutely Loves Jokes Of All Kinds And It Doesn't Matter Who Tells Them. By The Time They Arrived Home, Deimos Was Still Slightly Giggling And Wiping A Tear From His Eye.
Sanford Carried Deimos Into The House, As The Man In The Visor Finished His Giggling Fit. Ford Set His Boyfriend Onto The Couch And Started Getting Ready For Bed. He Left Dee Some Comfy Clothes To Slip Into For Bed. About A Couple Minutes Later They Both Were On The Couch In Pajamas (Or Just Clothes They Never Wear To Work).
Deimos: "Why Weren’t You Laughing At The Joke, Sanford?"
Sanford: "The Joke Wasn't That Funny, Deimos. You've Heard It Over One Hundred Times Already."
Deimos, Giggling Again: "But..It's Funny."
Sanford, Trying Not To Smile: "It-It's Really Not."
Deimos, Now Full On Laughing: "I- It Was Funny When Hank Fell For The Candice Joke." *He Smacked His Side While He Laughed* "It Hurt Like Hell, But It Was Worth It!"
Sanford, Smiling But Trying Hard Not To Laugh: "Oh Right I Forgot About That."
Sanford Then Let Deimos Cuddle Against Him As He Laughed Again. He Only Laughed Harder When Sanford Yelled, 'It's Not That Funny!'. Eventually, Ford Was Laughing As Well With His Boyfriend. They Laughed Until They Eventually Fell Asleep. Today Was A Good Day For Both Of Them, And They Were Happy They Could Spend It Together, Like Old Times.
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HANK ‘TRANQ’ LOZA x READER ⨟ PROMPT
Anon asked: could you write a fic/imagine of your promptlist (the new one) angst #21 and #22 with hank loza💖
21. “Please, talk to me”.
22. “You’re hurting me”.
Word Count: 1.3k
Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @angels-reyes.
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💬 : i think i have strength enough to have a beer
Long day. Bad week. Worst month. Finally, you have four days off from the hospital. You're driving on the way to Tranq's house, when your phone dings, lightning the screen. He replies to your last message telling you that he's at the club, and that you can come if you want. Actually, no. You don't want. You just want to lie down on the sofa, with him holding you and filling your face with a bunch of kisses. Stopping by a side of the road, you take the phone with a heavy sight dying in your lips.
💬 : okay
He just read it, but there's no answer back. Sometimes, you hate him. It's supposed he promised to spend the night together, but now seems like another Mayans party is more important than your mental health. He's not your boyfriend, not officially at least, but everybody knows that you're hanging out; even so, you can't reproach him for nothing because of that. You have to settle for being around him for a while.
The yard is full of Mayans from other charters, looking like a big meeting and a celebration. Parking your car before reaching it, you step out covering your mouth with a hand to drown a yawn. You're dressed with the white uniform of the hospital and a leather jacket. Your hair tied in a braid is a little mess and there are two slight eye bags over your cheeks. Yes, you look like shit, and Angel has to highlight it as soon as he sees you.
“Damn, mami”. He hugs you tightly, leaving a kiss on your temple. “Hey, Coco! Bring a beer to our nurse!”
“Thanks”. You just say, letting the oldest Reyes lead you inside the clubhouse.
But your steps stop dead when you find Tranq sitting in a couch with one of Vicki's girl on his lap and her waist being surrounded by the man. They're laughing with other members crew, sharing some drinks and old stories. Angel doesn't give credit either. Letting yourself go from his grip, you turn over your sneakers going out of there. No words. Just some tears running down your face, while you go downstairs to the yard.
“(Y/N)! Wait”.
You don't turn at the characteristic hoarse voice of the man, continuing your way to the black car parked outside.
“Hey, hey, wait! Where are you going?”
Tranq stops you, holding your forearm to make you face him, clicking the tongue loudly when he finds out you're actually crying.
“It's just a fr—”.
“I don' care, Hank. You don' owe me any explanation”.
“No? Then, why are you crying? Why don't you stay? Please… talk to me”.
“'Cause I came for you, but you're already busy”.
“She's my friend”.
“So am I”.
“The fuck are you talking about?”
“I don' sit on my friends lap and I don' let them touch me as you do. That's ‘the fuck’ I'm talking about”.
Tranq has both eyebrows raised up, crossing his arms against his stomach, because he knows you haven't finished talking.
“I'm… tired. It's been a bad month, and you promised me that…”
You think you're sounding so stupid that you don't continue de sentence, rubbing your face with both hands and cleaning the tears. Then, you have a deep breath.
“I'm sorry, Hank. I'm just… going home. Enjoy the party”. You just said licking your lower lip.
“Lemme' grab my things and I'll follow you”.
“I wanna be alone”.
“Why?”
“'Cause you're hurting me right now”.
He just nods with pursed lips, realizing he fucked up things for not giving you the place and the respect you deserve. Under his constant look, you step in your car to turn it on, and drive away from the clubhouse.
Your flat is empty, assuming that your two house-mates are having a party somewhere around Santa Madre. So it's kinda good have some time alone, crying without no one asking you what happened. You take a warm shower until the tips of your fingers wrinkle. After that, you lie down on your big bed hugging a pillow, without having a dinner. The little hunger you have, you lost a while ago. You're trying to figure out why he acted like this. Why he didn't keep his promise. And why he was holding a Vicki's girl, being or not being friends. But, who are you to asking for anything?
The cry appears again, more bitter than before, trying to keep yourself awake waiting for him to come, even if you told him to not doing it. Having the little hope that he would to do it anyway. But you end up falling asleep alone.
When you open your eyes, feeling somewhat rested, instinctively your left hand travels to your phone. Unlocking it you check on the notifications, but there are no calls, or messages from him. Maybe it means that you broke up last night, in case you were having a relationship. A knot grows inside your chest, leaving down the phone to rest your face on the pillow spitting a sad sigh. Some minutes after you decide to get up from bed, walking barefoot through the main hallway towards the kitchen, stopping your legs when you see Hank sitting at the table with a mug of coffee supported against his lips, having a sip.
“Morning”. He just says, sounding a little nervous, putting the drink over the wood.
“How did you get in?” You ask with a fine thread of voice, noticing how much your throat hurts speaking.
“Patricia was leaving when I came”. The man gets up from his chair, doubting between getting closer or not. “Are you ok?”
You just shrug your shoulders in silence.
“I'm sorry about last night, I swear to God”.
“It doesn't matter, Tranq. She's your friend”. Even if it sounds like a passive and aggressive comment, it's not intentionally.
“And you're mi reina. You were right. There are some things I mustn't do 'cause I owe you a respect”.
“You don' owe me nothing, Tranq. It's your friend, that's all”.
“Yeah, but at the end of the night, she just wanted to ‘make it up to me’ because I was fucked up by you”.
Your heart jumps hearing those words, quickly creating a movie in your head of what happened, letting your head falls down to your chest. You're about to cry again when he wraps your body between his arms, kissing your head.
“I did nothing”. He's quick to say. “I went home when you left… Uh, well… I actually sat for an hour at your door, waiting you to call me, at least to tell me that I was being an asshole. I didn' want to bother you, so I just went home”.
You surround his back with both arms, resting your cheek on his chest, tightly and closer. You feel stupid, so he does.
“Listen… I was thinking about packing some things and spend these four days at LA”. Pulling himself away, Tranq cups your face in his huge hands. “Just you and me, riding the coast. What you say… Would you like?”
You nod with your lips pursed in a blissful smile.
“Or we can go to Chihuahua. You're always saying you would like to visit it”. Suddenly he sound excited about traveling together for the first time, after six months together.
“Chihuahua”. You say then starting to laugh, after clearing your throat.
“Ok. Pack your things while I prepare you some breakfast”.
Leaning forward, he presses his lips on yours, placing his hands on the back of your head to push you a little closer.
“I love you, okay? Only you, mi reina”.
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Come On Over Baby
Summary: continuation to "Keep Bugging Me". Dosan gets a new apartment and everyone has mixed reactions.
Author's note: I have so many ideas about this fake world I created and I'm just going to live here for a while 🤷🏽‍♀️ I want these things to happen but the show just keeps waking up and choosing violence when they could choose hugs and kisses, it's a damn shame. Anyway if you wanna live in ignorance with me here you gooooooo. 💞💃🏾 Am I back to naming my stories after cheesy songs? Hmmm nobody can prove it *Hums Christina Aguilera* 
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It's not a easy decision, no chance at that when his mother stares at him like he admitted to killing puppies but he knows that he needs his own place. His phone calls with Dalmi are getting progressively more heated with them not able to get a moment alone since the event that must not be named.
The first time she asks him what he's wearing he looks down at his cable knit sweater and tells hers, "It's one hundred percent cotton. My mom bought it for me last week. It's very warm." Her silence and subsequent laughter makes him feel as if he's missed something important despite answering her question. With a giggle she replied, "You are really sweet Dosan. You're too good for this world." And he blushes immensely feeling hot under the collar at her excessive praise.
The next time, she simply sends him a message that causes his brain to go offline.
I miss your taste.
There's no way to misconstrue that statement and his brain supplies vivid images of what they did in this very room.
Gasping.
Slurping.
Moist.
He hurries to lock his door before letting his hands stray, her wet mouth filling his thoughts. Embarrassment isn't enough to deter him and her messages following make it clear she knows exactly the affect her seemingly innocuous message yielded.
So he starts looking for an apartment with Dalmi's help, she will be over a lot and it only makes sense that she should have some input. Her smile is honey sweet when he asks for her help, grinning at him with glee as she sips her iced Americano.
"I would love to help Dosan-ah."
The ordeal takes longer than expected but within weeks he finds a place, a mere twenty minute drive from his parents house and thirty minutes from Dalmi. They share identical sunny smiles as he signs the lease and buys their his new apartment. He has to repeatedly remind himself that he can afford this place regardless of the exorbitant amount of zero's. He's come a long way indeed.
Telling his parents about his move is uncomfortable to put it lightly, his mom is nonchalant and sulking in equal terms. Wailing that her only son is abandoning her for a pretty young thing, he's just thankful that Dalmi isn't around to hear her new nickname. His father on the other hand is over the moon, slapping him on the back and shouting about the strong will of Nam men. He fears he'll suffer from chronic back pain as a result of the thunderous pounds.
"Don't skip meals. Call if you need anything. You're always welcome to come back. " His mom promises, reaching out to smack his father as breezes by boasting on the phone that he has a free room in the house now and promises that they can use it for gatherings.
"Yes, yes! Bring the soju we should have a drink!"
But when it's time to bring all his belongings to the moving van, manned by Chul-san and Yong-san both parents are eying him with wet eyes from the doorway. He tries to keep his tears at bay but they all end up weeping in front of the gate, Chul-san screaming "They grow up too quickly!" Patting his mother compassionately on the back. He tries the same with his father but the dead glare stops him in his spot.
After a long day unpacking boxes, mostly his computer and tech supplies he collapses on the floor exhausted. With a dopey grin Chul-san is the first to leave, after Saha sends him a message complaining that she's bored and if he wants to hang him he better be there in ten minutes. Chul-san smiles like she sent him a love letter, he shakes his head but he's done trying to understand their relationship.
He waves goodbye to his friend, thanking him for his help and with then it's just him and Yong-san, who immediately starts to interrogate him about Dalmi and their relationship.
"How are things going?" Yong-san asks laying on the wooden floor with him as they both stare out the giant windows, the sunset is a majestic spill of colors.
His lips slide into an instantaneous grin, "I'm happy. Happier than I was in San Francisco."
Yong-san doesn't reply but he reaches across to squeeze his hand and wrap an arm around his shoulder.
They sit like that for a quiet moment.
Until his phone disrupts the gentle silence, the woman in question appearing on his phone. After a nod from his friend he answers the call.
"Hello?"
"Dosan-ah! Did you finish moving? I'm sorry I couldn't help you. Are you hungry? I can bring you food." Dalmi's voice is music to his ears, the rumbling of her engine vibrating in his ears.
He answers honestly, "Yes we finished, Chul-san and Yong-san helped me. It's okay I know you had to work today. I am a little hungry, fried chicken?" He knows now that he doesn't need to pretend to want fancy food, they both love fried chicken and its delicious simplicity.
She groaned knowingly, "I had a feeling you'd want chicken on a day like this. I already got some from that place you like. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
He smiles, nuzzling into Yong-san's shoulder contently before answering, "Okay. I'll see you soon."
He begins to lower the phone but then her voice rings out stopping him "Dosan-ah one more thing!" He immediately brings the phone back to his face humming to show his presence.
"I miss you. I love you."
His heart flutters never tiring of hearing those three words. If he could bottle it up and listen to it daily he would. He's addicted to her love.
"You too. I love you too."
Then they finally hang up cheesy smile etched in his handsome face.
"Wow. I see it now. You really are cockroaches in love. Gross but captivating." Yong-san teases pushing Dosan's head off his shoulder as he gathers his things. He temporarily feels a tinge of guilt, Yong-san is the only one in the group who doesn't have someone. He doesn't want his friend to feel like the fifth wheel.
His thoughts must play on his face because Yong-san mushes his face before sticking out his tongue, "Don't look at me like that. I'm fine we can't all be gross and in loveeee. I'll be stuffing my face with premium beef instead."
They both chuckle as he walks his friend it the door, saying their goodbyes with a quick embrace.
His nerves overtake him when he's alone. He checks his phone but there is nothing there to keep his attention so he starts at the spot where you would have a TV, then he realizes he has nothing here. What will he do with Dalmi? He contemplates texting her to let her know she should probably just go home. In the end his desire to see his girlfriend overwhelms his selflessness. They can be bored together.
Minutes pass and he buzzes her in, body twitching now from her nearing proximity. When she knocks at the door he all but races to answer the door, unshamed.
"Hi."
"Hey."
They stare at each other starry eyed before he moves out of the way and lets her in. Placing a pair of pink house slippers at her feet, at her curious look he explains with a shy shrug, "I bought them for you."
She smiles widely, thrusting the fried chicken at his broad chest.
"I come bearing gifts too."
The enticing aroma of the fried delicacy fills his senses and he takes the proffered bag, thankful that she thought to bring plastic plates and little plastic cups.
"I don't have anything to drink." He apologizes holding up the cups.
Pulling a bottle out of nowhere she then offers him a bottle of wine, deep red with a golden label. He is no connoisseur but it looks expensive.
"You didn't need to bring me wine."
She shrugs, "I wanted to. You're pretty cute when you're drunk."
He reddens remember that embarrassing night so many years ago, his first time sleeping at her house.
"Maybe we shouldn't drink that much."
She laughs loudly at his warning, pulling a bottle opener from her purse. He absently wonders what else is in there.
She pours the liquid into the plastic cups, handing it to him first and instinctively he leans in to smell the beverage. His nose dangerously close to the liquid before he realizes what he's doing and he hurriedly pulls away.
"Ummm... I-"
"Is that what you're supposed to do?" She asks before leaning in and sniffing her own wine loudly and without any grace. If he wasn't already in love, he would be falling right now.
They both sniff their wine gracelessly and munch on the crispy sweet meat, the dissonance of the meal doing nothing to stop their consumption.
Dalmi hums sweetly as she sits on the floor looking gorgeous with chicken grease on her lips.
"What?" She questions, licking her fingers clean.
He feels his throat tightening. Parched.
He looks at the ground, avoiding her eye as he downs his wine.
"Nothing. Just thinking. How was your day?"
And he listens as Dalmi tells him all about her long day complaining about her sister and how demanding she is, Dosan pointedly does not mention the fact that she's smiling or the fact that all of Injae's "annoying" habits sound like things that Dalmi herself does all the time. It didn't take him long to realize just how similar the sisters are but god forbid anyone mention that.
He smiles when she starts playing with her hair, thankful to be the one she shares her days with.
When he stands up to collect their garbage, walking into the spacious kitchen. She suddenly stops speaking droning off at the end of an incomplete sentence.
"Dalmi-ah?"
After throwing the garbage in the bin he washes his hands and wonders back over to his silent girlfriend, who is glaring at...the ground?
He calls her name again recapturing her attention.
Peering down he notices that she's staring at his phone. Which has a message notification.
Twisting his lips in thought he crouched down again rejoining Dalmi on the smooth glossy floor.
"I didn't mean to look. It was just right there." She's bites out taking a big gulp from her cup.
He has no idea what could possibly have her so worked up and he picks up his phone to see the answer.
I miss you stranger. Call me soon.
He gasps as soon as he sees those words on the screen: Han Ji Yoon.
He knew it wasn't mature but he'd never actually cut things off with her, he'd just slowly stopped calling her and answering her messages. Some might of considered it ghosting but he called it awkwardly disappearing, he'd never broken up with someone before so he just didn't know how. So he'd hoped she would get tired of him and stop trying to see him, it had been working until this message.
"Dalmi-ah I can explain."
He expects more of a fight but she looks at him, waiting. Expectant and glowering. Fire in her eyes.
"Okay. Go ahead."
He blinks at her stare and gulps when she scoots closer to him, invading his personal space. Not knowing how her proximity renders him useless at the best of times.
So he stutters out how he was too pathetic to tell the girl the truth and instead he'd ignored her and thought she got the memo.
Dalmi doesn't say anything at first and when she finally speaks her words make no sense and he wonders if he's drunker than he thought.
"Does she follow you on social media?"
He nods yes and before he knows what exactly is happening Dalmi is dragging him by his arm to the window and mashing their faces together to take a selfie on his phone.
"Stop looking nervous. Look natural. Smile. Dosan-ah."
She snaps away until she's satisfied and he watches in amazement as she posts the picture to his story with the caption, "New apartment with my love." She puts a little red heart and then decides against it.
"There you go. Now everyone will know that you're taken."
His chest is brimming with emotions and he finds his hands curled around her little chin, she leans into his touch easily swaying as if hypnotized.
"You're jealous."
Her lips pull into a sneer but something in his eyes kills her denial, her face breaking as she wraps her thin arms around his waist.
"Don't look so proud. I have people texting me too you know?"
And immediately he squints at her words, staring hard at the indent of her phone in her pocket as if to read said messages.
"Let's post that picture on your social media too." He demands feeling the fiery blaze of jealous lick at his heart.
Her eyes widen before she erupts into laughter, dragging him the rest of the distance between them pressing her joy into his mouth.
He sinks his fingers into her thick hair, swallowing the rest of her laughter allowing Dalmi to back her into the cool glass of the window. All his shyness melts away as he kisses her, emboldened by her moans and buckling of her knees. He catches her before she can fall, hoisting her up his long torso until he feels her legs latch around his waist. They kiss until his lips are sore, his tongue deep in her mouth as she nibbles at his mouth. The flavor of chicken and wine explode on his tongue as he licks deeper, intoxicated on Dalmi and her addicting lips. 
She teases the rim of his ears, breaking their kiss with a wet smack as they gaze into each other's eyes.
She looks as dazed as he feels. Eyes blown wide as she pants in his arms, almost boneless in his hold as she lets him take the full weight of her body. he barely notices, he has carried her too many times to count. It has become something of a habit. He’ll never recover from the spark in her eyes everything he lifts her, the faint blush on her cheeks. One of the only times that he can make her shy. 
"Dosan-ah."
He hums fighting to pay attention with Dalmi looking so breathtaking in his arms stroking his hot ears.
"We need to get you a bed. Very soon hmmm?"
This time he knows exactly what she means and he groans hiding in her shoulder as she rubs his head.
Bed. Yes. Getting that immediately. Maybe stores are open. He should go get it. 
Right now. 
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Am I the Asshole for Leaving a Negative Review?
So this was literally too long to post in the actual Reddit thread (3000 word cap, and this is apparently around 5000+). Since I'm a fucking hot mess right now, I'm resorting to posting it here instead of trying to chop it down. Verbiage will proceed as if it's still being posted on Reddit.
The title would suggest that this is a fairly straightforward debacle. However, if you've taken the time to click on this post, kindly buckle up and prepare to faceplant down the rabbit hole. I really would like to keep the prelude short, for brevity's sake, but fair warning this is gonna get long-winded.
Context: Around mid-November, I ordered a custom sculpture for my friend on Etsy, for her birthday in January. I had an in-depth discussion with the seller, having chosen them specifically for their unique style that I knew my friend would like. (I believe their shop showed up in my suggestions when I was looking for the right fit.) We went over all the details; cost, time requirements, etc. Photos were provided (as this would be a caricatured sculpt of my friend, with personal belongings). Our discussion was very cordial and pleasant. The seller seemed genuinely excited, which in turn made me more excited, and she created a custom listing for me. I put in the order as soon as it was up and everything had been finalized.
I used to run my own Etsy shop and, working as a freelancer, I understand how this process works. I eventually bowed out of the business when I developed some physical disabilities, since stagnating for long hours causes me a great deal of pain now. I've sculpted for my friend before, and though I'd never breathe a word of it to her, sitting at my workstation for that many consecutive hours and days really did a number on me. Hence why I sought to outsource her new sculpture.
For any situation like this, I tend to check reviews beforehand, quality of previous work, the usual. So at the time I was perfectly confident and my impression was that the seller was a delightful person to boot. She assured me late December or early January would be the shipment date, if memory serves. Which was perfect, because I'd be able to get it to my friend on time for her birthday, or very shortly after.
Upon actually seeing the custom listing, the projected timeline would have the item shipped out in late January, which was a bummer, but whatever. I assumed the seller was just covering her bases, in case of delay. Perfectly normal. The price was also a bit steeper than discussed, but I presumed I'd just misunderstood somehow and didn't want to rehash everything again. You don't know my friend, but she's one of the sweetest people on the planet and is worth every penny. Not to mention that quality takes time and effort, so I made no fuss at all. At the time, it didn't even occur to me to question it, tbqf. Given my own tenure in the industry, I'm viscerally aware of how important it is to compensate people fairly for their work. (Not that it should take a fellow artist to know that.)
So... time passes. I genuinely forget about the order because it's been so long. Around the time I do remember, the delivery date rolls around. There's been no update from the seller. I doublecheck my inbox on the app as well, just in case I wasn't receiving email notifications. Nothing. And the item still hasn't shipped. I give it another couple days and wait to hear something. Nada.
So I message the seller. Wait. Crickets.
Message her again. Zilch.
Well, shit. Naturally, I begin to sus that something's rotten in Denmark, folks. Time to click on the handy dandy "need help with this order?" button. For those who may not know, Etsy has you message the seller once more for information or follow-up and instructs you to wait a total of 48 hours before opening a missing item case. So, that's exactly what I do. I'm still patient, despite my concern. Still calm as a cucumber.
48 hours comes and goes. No response, no update on the order. I consider again if there's been a technical issue on my end, because it's happened in the past where messages simply weren't going through. This isn't the case, however, because Etsy now tells me I can open a case. They've logged no interaction or correspondence from the seller, and my attempt to reach out is on record. So, I open a case and choose the refund method. I obviously want the item, but shucks fam, it just doesn't look like that's happening. I did almost go with "I still want this item," but wasn't sure what all that would entail, if I'd have to further wait for a response that wouldn't come, subject myself to further headache, etc. I figured if there was a sincere excuse, like a medical emergency or something, I could always work it out with the seller and reorder. Because that was something else that occurred to me. Given the state of, like, everything in the world right now... the possibility of a health scare or irl obligation did not escape me.
However! Before I can even overthink myself into a plummeting void, I get the notification that my refund is processing. I don't know if Etsy is just that fast, had a specific reason to be that fast, or what. (If anyone has any insight on how these cases are decided, I'd be curious to know.) I'd assumed Etsy would wait to hear back from the seller or afford her a few days to get in touch on their end, but nope. My refund was processing within less than an hour I think after I'd filed.
Because I'm woefully discomfited if I don't have a clear understanding of any negative experience, I decide to check on her shop reviews to see if there's anything I can possibly glean. The latest ones, unsurprisingly, express similar frustrations as mine. Looking at the first page, there's one that's just 3 stars, no explanation. Another that's either 2 or 3 stars, noting a lack of communication, disappointment with their item, and a suspicion that the seller lied to them about something. A couple of others too which didn't seem to be overall negatively rated, but hinted at issues of communication. I'm just going off of memory with this in particular, and would rather not go back to the seller's page to check.
At this point, my mindset is: "Ah. So this person is a flake at best, and scammer in training at worst." Given that positive reviews are easily planted, and often artwork is stolen from other sites and used on Etsy to scam buyers, it's not that far a leap to deduce that's happened here.
Etsy then asks: "Care to leave a review on this item?"
Fine, I think. While I'm content to just move on, might as well let people know. Prior warning certainly would have saved me the time and effort. So I leave a review.
"Seller took my money, then never communicated. Never shipped my item. Had to open a case through Etsy to receive a refund. Either they're a scammer, or irresponsibly unprofessional. Two months. Delivery date came and went. Not a single correspondence. Shameful." 1 Star
At this point, I consider the matter done. I wasn't looking to drag anyone over the coals, just state facts. (That being said, I realize that sometimes tone can be lost over the interwebs.)
Cue the meltdown.
Since this thread doesn't allow for screenshots, I'll do my best to just copy/paste and format the text chain so it's easier to read. (I must apologize yet again for how excessive this is becoming. I guess that's why we're all here, lol, but I hate to inconvenience anyone.)
SELLER: Hi *My Username*, your item was being shipped out tomorrow. I would appreaciate if you removed your review until you received your item. Or at least sent some communication had you been so upset. There is no need for defamation and would appreciate your removal of defamation from my shop. I told you I had many orders and that time was tight. I had to take extra time for detailing and drying so that you can receive a proffessional result. Thank you for supporting a small business by being so understanding. Silence from our studio means we are working. Human to human, and profesional to client I have been nothing but polite and kind to you, I appreciate at least half of that back. Best, *Seller Username*🎨 I truly hope you find your happiness.
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ME: I did message you. Repeatedly. In order to even open a case, it's required to message and wait 48 hours for a response. Not to mention I would never settle on the most extreme solution until I had tried every other opportunity first. I received no reply. That's on you. I've run my own etsy shop for years, as well as worked as a freelancer for many more. There is zero excuse for utter radio silence like you've displayed, and then trying to turn it around on me. You're at fault here. And suddenly after trying to message, after months, after the delivery date has come and gone, and only after I've opened a case, you finally respond and magically the item is ready to be shipped? No. I don't believe you. I've already received my refund. Our transaction is done and there is nothing else to be said. "I truly hope you find your happiness?" Condescension when you are wildly at fault? Not a good look. You were indeed very kind and civil at the start, and I both trusted you and looked forward to what you'd create. Post monetary exchange, there was nothing said at all - civil or otherwise. Own YOUR mistake, as a business owner. If you're truly not looking to scam people, step up. Take responsibility. Being busy is inevitable. That doesn't mean you let people send you money and stop talking to them. If you're too swamped, cap your orders better. There are plenty of solutions other than making terribly poor excuses for your behavior, or lack thereof. My review was not defamation or unkind, it was the truth. It was an exact summary of events. I paid you almost $300 for a product, and then heard nothing back since, past the promised date of delivery - which was still beyond the estimate you originally gave me during our discussion. Not until I went through etsy did you finally take the time to acknowledge me. And clearly I am not the only customer who's taken issue with your handling of their orders. I took the time to comb through them too, to reexamine if they seemed planted or if anyone else had to pull teeth to hear back. Lo and behold, I wasn't alone. Step up. I have no ill feelings towards you, and I am plenty happy in a world where happiness is in short supply. *My Username*🥔 I truly hope you find your business sense.
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SELLER: It is ready to ship, I wasn't even notified that a case was open , until your emotional response. A couple of days after your message doesn't justify defamation and rage from your part. Our studio believes in being fair and have always been in the past. You have every right to be upset and express it, but as you know action can always be taken against baseless defamatory remarks against an LLC (me being a scammer and the rest of your defamatory personal remarks within your review and your messages. So yes, your item is ready and you have made it clear you do not want it. My best suggestion is to find another studio that will provide you a better quote for your project. Best of luck with your business and endeavors. And YES, I do wish you find your happiness. You can decide to take that in a condescending way but I wish it for you, your future, and your business since we after all work with humans. Best, *Seller Username* Also, as a experienced shop owner, you should know that reviewing someone's item you never received is just wrong, you inherently just wish to see my shop fail as you never held or seen a product of mine in person. Along with your remarks about the legitimacy of my business, not only is that wrong, I'll let you know it's unlawful.
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ME: Calling it an "emotional response" is condescension. And yes, baseless defamation is absolutely a legal issue. However - this was not baseless. It was factual. I said nothing that didn't occur in reality. I also made it clear in my review that my issue was not about the quality of work, but the quality (or lack thereof of service. It is a legitimate complaint that future buyers would want to know, and a built-in feature of etsy for just such reasons. This has nothing to do with imagined etiquette because your pride was nicked. If I failed to deliver what was promised and made no effort to contact or reply to my buyer, I would not be shocked whatsoever to see their frustration reflected publicly, and they'd absolutely be in the right to leave me a negative review. I'd have broken an agreed-upon contract - it'd be my responsibility to amend the situation.) Had I known your communication would be non-existent, I'd have never wasted my time. That's the point of service reviews. No rage, no "inherent wish" to attack you. Simple facts of life. Since it appears I must reiterate: I hold no ill feelings whatsoever. I don't know you, and you don't know me. Crap happens - it is what it is. But when paying for a service, you have to trust the one providing it. It's an obligation to share bad experiences to protect other consumers so they can make their own informed decision, based on past experiences of others. That's how it works. If that's incomprehensible to you, then I don't know what to say beyond shaking my head. If you truly weren't receiving notifications, which I sincerely doubt, then you should have reached out to me and we could have discussed the matter like two grown adults. Instead, you accuse me of defaming you and try to shift blame to someone who had no control of your actions. You could have explained that there was some sort of technical issue. You didn't. You jumped straight to a bizarrely victim-blaming attitude. Which, based on other reviews, appears to be a common if unfortunate occurrence of late. I say again: I was prepared to give you the benefit of the doubt. I did everything correctly, and leniently. Because of course life happens, life can interrupt. There are emergencies. So I waited. I gave it a few days over the delivery date. I reached out to you. I checked other reviews. I waited again, for the suggested 48 hours. When I heard nothing, I went through etsy's proper legal avenues. There still was no response from you until the case was ruled in my favor. But of course THEN you suddenly were getting notifications again. Of course. And yes. I was given the option to leave a review, so I did. I reviewed the service I received. If you were to give someone a large sum of money and they never said a word since, for months, as the delivery date came and went, would you or would you not assume the worst? Would you not assume you were scammed, or taken advantage of? Even if my messages for some reason weren't going through, you still failed to reach out to me of your own accord to explain the delay and assure me my money was still well placed. I also remained somewhat ambiguous in my presumptions, concerning the review. I offered an alternative scenario. Because I still don't know if you're trying to scam people or just genuinely not a good business person. Once again - I don't know you. You DO know the truth. It's up to you to sort it out and own up to mistakes. No one is perfect at the start, mistakes will always happen, but if all you do is deflect blame, you'll never grow or improve. You'll just continue to alienate clients and make a terrible name for yourself. I am well aware what the laws are. I think you could stand to give yourself a refresher. Beyond this, I have nothing more to say to you. Either keep clinging to your nonsensical threats while trying to insult me via obvious projection, or take some responsibility. Regardless your choice, it's not my business nor my problem. Good luck. ✌
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SELLER: Ms. *My Whole Ass Legal Name*, Thank you for making my case entirely. I am glad you are informed, as you are also aware that the moment you received your full refund was the moment your problem was resolved. That being said, your action and choice words after the fact were not only unnecessary but irrelevant as you already confirmed your resolve (FULL REFUND.) As for your illegitimate claim, " I still do not know if you are scamming people". You have the eyes and mobility to have gotten this far, which only confirms that the one who searched and reached out to my shop was you, not the other way around. My work and portfolio are clearly showcased, and if you did your due diligence and read my reviews before your purchase, I am sure you alone can answer your own "doubts". My mistake was being too busy to communicate to you that the wet finishes on your project caused a delay which was not not going to change regardless of what you said. Your error was choosing spiteful defamatory words to post on a public platform (after getting all your money back instead of messaging me privately, had you truly been so upset. You have the right to be upset, get your money back, but you do NOT have the right to slander and question the legitimacy of my LLC because you wanted attention, or to be spiteful.) I have had no problem helping clients in the past and yes, the order was running late, as these things tend to happen with my type of shop. Sculpting is a process, things need to be dry, perfect and detailed before I let them leave my shop as it is my name, and the good name of my ACTIVE and thriving business. If you do not understand my medium or what custom orders entail, I have no problem in filling you in. I have never had an issue that wasn't resolved in a civil manner, but every business has that small percentage of people. Again, Not only did you receive a full refund but have now wasted the time I have put into this project. After all, this is a traditional art studio where NOTHING is pre-made and everything is made from scratch in great quality. If you wanted a premade object or trincket you would not have come to my shop. Writing your aggressive, defamatory review gave no wiggle room for closure, resolve, and took away your right to have ANY of my work. This is the tone that YOU alone set. There is a way to carry yourself to not escalate matters and find resolve, but going 0 to 100 is not it. If I have to show you that there are real humans on the other side of this business, and that words have power in the real world, then I have no problem doing so. We have tried handling this in a civil manner, and have not only informed you of the defamatory remarks but have given you the opportunity to correct the baseless slander that you've decided to put amongst yourself. At the end of the day we have have proof of your completed project, your refund, and defamatory remarks. Now if you'll excuse me, I have understanding, respectful clients to work with and amazing projects to complete. We will be in contact. *Seller's Full Name* *Seller's LLC*
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ME: I'd like to say I'll keep this as brief as possible, but boy, this is a lot to unpack. Do not use my full legal name. We're not friends. We're no longer linked as client/artist. My words were not irrelevant. Factually, they were not. They clearly hurt your feelings and wounded your pride. But not irrelevant. I did my research before contacting you, yes. Your attitude and portfolio at the time gave me confidence and excitement. Then you never spoke to me again and ignored my attempts to reach out. There was nothing spiteful nor derogatory about my words - neither in my review nor in our private exchange. Kindly look up the words you're throwing around so you might understand them better before making use of them. Additionally, I looked at your reviews again, to see that others were experiencing the same issues as me. No communication, lying, disapproval of quality, etc. Yes. Zero communication was your mistake. A shame for both of us, and a shame for my friend who's not getting her birthday gift now. But she's been perhaps more entertained by the absurdity of this exchange than feeling any disappointment. So it evens out. I do have the right to question the legitimacy of your business. You accepted my money and then ignored my attempts to reach out when your own delivery estimate came and went. Because I wanted attention? 😂 I wanted what I PAID for. I mean this completely sincerely, no sarcasm, no bs: you need a vacation. Or a therapist. Or both. This is not an attempt to belittle you whatsoever. From one human being to another, and going just off our limited interaction, seek help. From the bottom of my heart. I realize this is probably just going to set you off further into another spiral, but please. For your own sake. Do some introspection and get some help. You're clearly a frayed nerve. I've been there. There's zero shame in taking care of yourself. Once again, not my business whatsoever how you live your life or the state of your health, but now you've lowered yourself to harassing a former client who YOU ghosted, and you're inventing scenarios that just didn't happen. Tardiness on the item was not the issue. I would have been happy to wait if you needed more time or if there was an issue. When I reached out to you, I was perfectly pleasant. But I heard nothing back whatsoever. I checked your latest reviews, and others had experienced the same. You can't build a business on lies or pretty veils. Bad reviews are going to happen when bad service is rendered. I also would have amended or deleted my review if there was a legitimate emergency on your part. Health concern, real life needing to take precendence, etc. But no, you suddenly emerged from radio silence only to accuse me of the wildest nonsense you could come up with on the spot. I do understand your medium. I'm also a sculptor. Both by hand and by 3D. Delays happen. You know what I do when it does? I contact my client or whomever I'm making it for and let them know. Because I'm an adult and I'm considerate. Silence doesn't mean you're working, it means you don't respect the clients who are paying you. It's truly wonderful you've never had an issue that wasn't resolved in a civil manner. I mean that. If you're being truthful, I'm glad for you. But that has no bearing here. You're literally in the midst of harassing a former client because you didn't like a review. I hope even you can appreciate the irony here. I understand you feel I wasted your time, but that is not on me. I had no answers, no response from you. Again, I DON'T KNOW YOU. I had no way of knowing that you hadn't just taken my money and dipped, or if there was some medical emergency, or whatever else. Based on the information I had, or DIDN'T have, all I could do was open a case. How do you not comprehend that I had no evidence my sculpt was even ready or started? Your work is beautiful. There's no reason to pretend otherwise. You're incredibly talented. But I don't want your work. You don't need to assert that I've no right to it. No matter how beautiful art is, if the person
behind it is a misery to deal with, I'm not interested. That's just how it is. And that's my right to culture whom I purchase from and who I'm comfortable working with. "There is a way to carry yourself to not escalate matters and find resolve, but going 0 to 100 is not it." Yet again, that lack of self-awareness is... staggering. "We have tried handling this in a civil manner..." You really didn't. You may have all the proof in the world of my completed project. You know who didn't have that proof? At any point in time? Your client. Me. Good luck with your amazing projects. I hope they do get completed and I hope your clients actually receive them. No, we won't be in contact. We're done here.
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SELLER: Miss *My Whole Ass Legal Name Again*. We are all humans here and this has also been acknowledged. Like you said, you didn't review a product, you slandered my shop. You found your resolve, you received your full refund, yet you felt the need to still slander and use defamatory remarks about my shop over the 1 message (screenshots and proof for this as well you sent after your project was purchased. If you would like to get technical and continue being dishonest, I did not "take" your money ,you hired me, you gave it to me, and our conversation will only prove that. My shop is ACTIVE, my abilities are polished, I love my job and will continue to do so long after this moment. I have already made clear to you and Etsy how we are moving forward.) As I said, you found your resolve and left a "shameful" slandering review to our LLC for an object technically "not purchased". Any further response will be considered as harassment and handled as such. I recommend you take this in all seriousness. Best of luck, *Seller's Full Name* *Seller's LLC*
At this point, I've stopped replying. This has been going on for days now. I have no intention to reply further, nor read any attempts to contact. Some manner of leftfield miscommunication is happening here, it has to be. I refuse to believe a living person is this... this. Even the wording of "I did not take your money, you hired me, you gave it to me, and our conversation will only prove that." Yes? Obviously?? I'm well aware I hired her. I'm well aware she did not rob me. I went through Etsy and received a full refund, and said as much both to her and in my review. I would understand her ire much better if she herself personally resolved the matter with me. For instance, if she and I had worked something out to my satisfaction and then I still left a negative review? Sure, that'd be a rather shitty, underhanded thing to do. But it wasn't her. She contributed nothing to the contention until after Etsy had already stepped in and refunded me.
Not to be outdone... the sheer, unhinged audacity of this sidebar in particular simply cannot be lost on me alone:
Her: We will be in contact. Me: No, we won't be in contact. We're done here. Her: Any further response will be considered harassment and be handled as such.
I've since updated my review, and filed a harassment dispute against the seller as well through Etsy.
Updated Review: "Seller took my money, then never communicated. Never shipped my item. Had to open a case through Etsy to receive a refund. Either they're a scammer, or irresponsibly unprofessional. Two months. Delivery date came and went. Not a single correspondence. Shameful. Update: Since leaving my review, seller has harassed me over the course of several days. (Capable of correspondence it seems only after negative consequences arise from their negligence.) There have been veiled threats, insults, and unhinged spam when the matter has already been resolved through Etsy. Seller deliberately uses my full legal name in these aggressions when I've asserted it's inappropriate. I've filed a harassment dispute against them now, and await interference. Use caution when purchasing from this seller. Displeasure will be met with hostility."
While I'm reasonably sure now that they're not actually a scammer, just batshit crazy, I was still uncertain whether I should edit the original portion of my review. No matter if I'm in the right or wrong, I don't know if it's the ethical thing to do, as it might be seen as an attempt to save face or something?
My Dispute Claim: "I ordered from *Shop Name* back in November. Recently, the estimated delivery date came and went with no contact from the seller since the date of purchase. I reached out to them, with still no response. Following this failure to communicate, I opened a case for a refund. Etsy ruled the case in my favor and I received my funds back. I then left a review that reflected my experience, and considered the matter settled. The seller has now been harassing me for several days (see attached photos, and I want it to stop. They've been using my full legal name, despite my assertion that it's inappropriate. They've insulted me, threatened me, and have been inventing scenarios and conditions that simply did not happen. (This of course can all be proven/disproven through both public and private interaction.) Overall, it appears they're trying to bait me into something aggressive or illegal, which for obvious reasons I want no part in. Furthermore, I want them to be barred from contacting me ever again. I don't care what goes on with their shop or personal account - I'll leave that matter to you. I simply want their interactions with me prohibited. At this point, I will let the attached photos provide the full context of this insanity.)As of today, they're still messaging me. It's my intention to ignore them. As this form only allows so many screenshots, you'll have to peruse our private logs for the rest. Do whatever it is you need to do, in that regard. If you require my permission to access them, you have it. I look forward to having this matter dealt with, so that my phone stops blowing up with this person's nonsensical outbursts. Thank you for your time. It's immensely appreciated."
Beyond this, it's Etsy's policy to treat matters privately - I expect for legal reasons. Whatever response or update I'm given through this dispute, I won't be able to share it here. I am permitted to provide additional remarks towards the case, though, so any advice or input here may encourage me to include more within the filing, if deemed necessary or pertinent.
Some background on me that may or may not pertain, may or may not be an overshare: I am not a social person, and I hate conflict. I'm autistic, have PTSD, and I recognize that there are plenty of shortcomings in my life that need to be worked on. Same as anyone else. In this specific instance, I know* I'm in the right. I know this shit is bonkers. But I also know where my weaknesses are, and sometimes I just don't get something. Sometimes I need things explained to me.
*Knowing doesn't always equal fact, which I acknowledge.
Furthermore, my PTSD involves gaslighting and victim-blaming, so in situations like these, I'm always floundering. No matter how certain I am. I've grown much better at identifying when someone is just a dickhead versus when I need some introspection, but I'll never be perfect at it. This whole exchange makes me feel gaslit as fuck, so naturally my defenses are up, and because of prior trauma I'm also second-guessing myself.
No hyperbole, this shit has cost me sleep and skyrocketed my anxiety. Not because of this one person going guano on me - I really have nothing of value to steal or stalk for, and my life is rather boring (just how I like it). Like, if they really want to go out of their way to try and sue me from across the country over a negative review, good luck I guess? Literally my only fiscal worth is disability, which I'm still fighting to get. My anxiety has taken such a hit I expect because of past trauma and the ever-prevailing fear that I've somehow fucked up a social contract or hurt someone who didn't deserve it.
My ideal scenario is chilling in pjs with my doggo snoring beside me, minding my damn business. Not declaring some random holy war on this person whom I've never met.
I've shared this embarrassment of riches with close friends and have been excessively assured that this woman is wildly out of line. While I trust them completely, I realize they're also my friends. They know me, they know the kind of person I am and know I'm not capable of whatever this is that I'm being accused of. However, I really feel like an outsider perspective would be beneficial here, and set my mind at ease. If nothing else, perhaps some legal advice could be imparted on how to properly handle this matter, should it escalate even further.
So yeah. I've never been the sort of person to just... air their shit aloud. Especially on the internet. I'm a very private person, often to a fault, and I guess we'll see if I actually press the post button.
If you've made it this far, I applaud you. You're an angel and a scholar. And may this also serve as a preemptive outpouring of gratitude to anyone who finds the time and fortitude to touch this mess with a ten-foot pole.
(ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ♥
[Disclaimer: I do have the screenshots and previously shared some of them here on Tumblr, but have since removed the post. The seller's name and photo were censored, as I've no interest in doxxing another person or subjecting them to possible harassment. However, given Etsy's silence requirement with the harassment claim, I think it best not to put them on public display at the moment. Whether identities are censored or not. I may be completely off base on this, time will tell. What I do know is that I want this person out of my inbox. Since Etsy doesn't offer a block feature, this is my best and only bet to be rid of her. If anyone has any input or suggestions about this, I'll be glad to hear it. Thanks, fam.]
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lunaofthevalley · 6 years
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The Little Mermaid of Manhattan
Peter Parker x Reader.
Plot: Peter is saved by a mystery girl one day in the park, and he will stop at nothing to find her.
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Growing up in New York City, Y/N had seen more than enough strange things in her lifetime. Aliens, giant centipedes, killer robots, superheroes etc. But besides all that it was New York City, a place that wasn't a stranger to weird things happening all around. But luckily enough Y/N had never experienced these strange things first hand, although she had dealt with a knock off Elmo at least twice, but no aliens or superheroes.
That was until one day at 7 am on a Saturday morning during her run in Central Park.
She was running her usual trail, one not many people took, which to her was good, meant she was away from prying eyes that could possibly judge her on the terrible running she did, which in reality wasn't that bad at all. She was running past the small lake she usually passes when a blur of red caught her eye.
She was going to ignore it and continue running but a splash and the sound of terrified ducks made her stop. She pressed pause to her music and took out the one earphone she was using before turning her attention to the lake. There in the middle bobbing up and down was what appeared to be a person. Y/N couldn't really make out what it was until she stepped closer, and upon further inspection she recognized it to be Spider-Man.
Y/N panicked, she didn't know what to do. She couldn't leave him to drown, nor could she just run off and ask for help, no one appeared to be close by and it just so happened she was also a selective mute. So that only left her with one option. She started by removing her electronic devices, then her jacket, followed by her shoes and socks.
She then jumped into the really cold water and began swimming towards the figure. As she reached him she couldn't help but give a silent thank you to her father for having her enrolled in those swimming and lifeguard lessons during past summers. What she though would never help her in anything was quite helpful at the moment.
She reached out and grabbed onto him in a way that would permit her to swim to the shore quickly. The lake she had always considered small now seemed like an endless sea. Once they were both safely on shore she softly dropped him on the grass before dropping down beside him, she had been tired enough as is due to her run, but was now even more so due to the impromptu rescue mission.
Once she recovered her bearings Y/N turned her attention back to the superhero. He still had his mask on and she didn't know if that was a good thing or not. She knew she would probably be breaking the most important superhero rule there was at trying to remove his mask, but she considered at that moment that air was more important than keeping his identity a secret. She looked around and found no possible way of removing the mask, it seemed to be connected to the suit.
She started feeling around his neck area and upper chest to see if that would help in removing the mask, but her efforts seemed useless. It was as if the suit understood what she was trying to do because next thing she knew the mask was gone as it has retracted.
That's when Y/N took a good look at his face and almost screamed because she knew him. She knew Spider-Man. She knew that head of messy curls, that nose, those lips, that bone structure. How could she not when she had spent almost everyday of the last 2 years looking at it.
Out of everyone in the world the last person Y/N had ever expected to be Spider-Man was Peter Parker, but here she was, staring down right at him.
After calming down and assessing the situation she noticed that the suit had kept the water out, which meant he was never in any real danger of drowning, but that the force of the fall had made him pass out.
She quickly retrieved her stuff, putting on her shoes and jacket, thankful that the cool may air was already drying her wet clothes. She then went back to look at Peter, not yet wanting to leave him alone. She sat beside him, looking down at his figure. As creepy as the situation was Y/N was honestly quite concerned for his well being, who knew how long it would take him to wake up.
Some time had gone by, Y/N wasn't sure, she just knew it had been a while due to the position of the sun. She was playing with the grass, being so lost in thought she had started singing a song to herself, something she only did when absolutely alone. It was an old song her mother used to sing to her before she passed. It was a Fleetwood Mac song, Songbird.
Her mom also used to call her that because Y/N loved to sing, but after her death, Y/N stopped singing and after some time she stopped talking, she was already shy enough as is, but after what happened to her mom she became so scared of what people could do she developed social anxiety as well, becoming not only silent, but an outcast as well, someone so shrouded in mystery, people tended to keep their distance.
She came back to the normal world when she heard grunting and some shuffling. She looked down and noticed Peter had woken up and was looking at her. She had gone into such a panic that she was frozen in her spot. She knew she needed to get out of there but her body wasn't responding to what her brain was telling it to do.
"Who-who are you?" Peter asked suddenly, squinting up at her, trying to make out a face against the bright sunlight.
That's when Y/N bolted. She couldn't afford to have Peter know who she was, nor that she had saved him. She went and took cover behind a tree, close enough to see and hear him but not for him to see her.
After a couple of minutes Peter sat up and looked around in confusion, looking at the lake, then down at himself and then in the direction he thought the mysterious girl had gone in. It was then that loud sounds invaded the calm area and next thing either of them knew an Iron man suit was landing beside Peter. Peter quickly stood up as he saw Tony exit the suit.
"What happened kid? I was calmly working in my lab when I got a notification from Karen that you were in trouble."
"I-I don't know Mr.Stark," Peter stuttered, "I was just swinging around and then I hit something and I fell and next thing I know I'm waking up right here with a girl looking down at me."
Tony gave Peter a questioning look, "A girl?"
Peter nodded, "Y-yea she was...she was sitting right beside me, singing this song, I don't know the name, I just know I've heard it, but she saw me wake up and then ran." He explained. "I think she dragged me out of the water, even though I couldn't make out her face because of the sun I could tell her hair was wet."
"I don't know how likely that is Kid, no one comes down this part of the park. I'm pretty sure there's no one even near here."
"I swear Mr.Stark there was a girl! And she saved me."
Tony patted Peter on the shoulder, "last time I checked Mermaids weren't real Kid."
"What?" Peter looked up at Tony confused.
"Saving you from drowning, singing a song, mysteriously disappearing. You sure her name wasn't Ariel?"
"What?" Peter repeated.
Tony rolled his eyes, "You should know this Pete, you're the pop culture expert and last I heard you were on a Disney movie splurge."
It took Peter a moment before he got what Tony was talking about. "Are you talking about the Little Mermaid."
"You probably watched the movie not long ago and the fall probably made you take quite a good hit to the head, so it's very possible you imagined the whole thing, it tends to happen."
"No Mr.Stark, she was real, I swear."
"Yea and I got a date with Ursula the sea witch." Tony fired back, "Now come on I want to take you back to the Tower and see how much brain damage you caused yourself."
Peter only huffed in annoyance before letting his mask cover his face again, and in the blink of an eye both him and Tony were gone. Y/N sighed in relief and came out of her hiding spot.
She was glad she hadn't been caught as she had no idea what she would've done had that happened, and she just hoped Peter would eventually believe Tony in thinking this was all a hallucination he had due to hitting his head upon impact with the water. Things would be different from now on, Peter Parker would no longer be the nerdy boy no one pays attention to.
She has seen him for who he truly is now and she would not forget it.
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impracticaldemon · 7 years
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BEEP: Saito > Chizuru 21 / 11 / 14 A long confession text that wasn't ultimately sent. During their special ops mission, Saito had typed a well thought-out a text to the unexpectedly lovely undercover geisha, but every time he started to hit "Send" he was interrupted. Chizuru's phone was lying on the tatami mat nearby, blowing up with FB Messenger notifications. From men harassing Chizuru. Sending her pictures of their... shortswords. She really ought to be more careful with privacy settings.
Okaaaaaaaaaay. So we are going seriously AU here:  forget letters, this is the Edo period with cell phones! And we are not going to think about that too hard, right? 👘⚔️ … with cell phones … 
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For those who want extra visual context, please see the Hakuouki Anime OVA, Episode 2. The setting is the Sumi, a restaurant located in Kyoto’s red light district. Chizuru has dressed up as a geisha in order to spy on Choshu rebels. Most of the Shinsengumi captains have found either reasons or excuses to be in the building.  
Saito and Yamazaki have volunteered to watch over Chizuru. Unfortunately, nobody expected Chizuru to be so lovely in her geisha attire or considered her effect on impressionable clients and Shinsengumi alike.
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Memories of Unspoken Love ~ Saito Hajime
Yukimura-san - 
Saito hesitated, then nodded to himself. Yes, it was appropriate to use the honorific given the subject he intended to broach.  Besides, if he hesitated over every word then this text, expressing his sincere (but polite) admiration for her, would never get sent.  Seeing her this evening looking so beautiful had shaken him, but had also strengthened his resolve.  He took a deep breath, trying not to waste even more time dwelling on her shapely neck or the way that the fine material had somehow emphasized her delicate bones or–
He stared down at the one word (plus honorific) printed on the screen.  He could do this.
I am sending this to tell you that I admire your courage–
Did he dare write his honest thoughts?  Some of them, at least?  Saito wiped a faint sheen of sweat from his palms, something he rarely had to do. 
–your courage for undertaking such a potentially troublesome task.
He couldn’t bring himself to say “and beauty”.  It was probably too forward in any event.
I realize that you may not have wanted to dress in such attire this evening; it may even be that you dislike it.  However, I want you to know–
#Beep!
Saito stared at the small pouch beside him.  Chizuru–ah, Yukimura–had apparently left her cell phone in her bag, whether by design or by accident. Well, hopefully it would not ring or beep too much and he could–
#Beep!  #Beep! … #Beep! … #Beep! #Beep!
This was ridiculous–or?  Maybe Yukimura was in trouble and she or somebody else was trying to signal him?  Or it was some other emergency? Either way, he couldn’t concentrate on his text with such infernal noise.
Cautiously, Saito pulled Chizuru’s phone out of her bag.  It bothered him that the phone was pink.  While pink was a pleasing colour for Chi–Yukimura–it did not enhance her role as a boy, in his opinion.  Very few boys or men wore lighter colours these days; even the Vice Commander’s habitual purple kimono was dark.
He glanced at the screen:  it indicated that there were eight new messages waiting.  Saito himself would never maintain a Facebook account with his own name and picture; he suddenly suspected that Yukimura might.  He wondered briefly how such a potential security breach had been allowed to arise (as does the author), however, that was not the immediate problem.
Since all of the Shinsengumi leaders knew Yukimura’s password (whether out of basic prudence or because she had left it as “password1″), it was a simple thing to check the messages in order to ensure that there was no emergency requiring Saito’s personal attention.
What the… heck?! Saito was almost forced to borrow from the Vice Commander’s vocabulary in order to express himself when he saw the content of some of the messages.  The texts were lewd enough, but in several instances the senders had taken pictures of… themselves.  
Saito turned red at the idea of Chizuru seeing such indecent content on her phone.  Without hesitation, he deleted it all, his swift actions suggesting more than a passing knowledge of both phone and app.  He allowed a minute to pass, but there were no further messages.  Frowning, but deciding that he should not invade Yukimura’s privacy any further without cause, he placed the phone back into the pouch and returned to his own message.  It wasn’t at all easy to concentrate now, but a few moments of meditation (and the thought that Chizuru would be spared distress) soothed him.
Yukimura-san - I am sending this to tell you that I admire your couragefor undertaking such a potentially troublesome task.I realize that you may not have wanted to dress in such attire this evening; it may even be that you dislike it.  However, there is something I want you to know so that I don’t regret keeping my silence later:  I think you look very pretty in the kimono that Kimigiku-san loaned you.
It wasn’t everything that he wanted to say, but at least he’d managed the part about looking pretty.  Saito felt heat rising in his cheeks again.  Now… was he going to go ahead with the next part?  He had promised himself he would, but maybe it was better to say nothing.  She had looked very lovely, however…  Not that Yukimura wasn’t nice-looking all of the time, of course–it would be illogical to think that make-up and a woman’s kimono would change her overall appearance to such a degree–but…  
He wiped a few drops of perspiration from his forehead.  It was now or never, truly.  He was not a vain man, but he thought that Yukimura seemed to enjoy his company, at least.  Perhaps she found him more restful than the others?  He did try to treat her with whatever consideration was possible under the circumstances.  Finding that reviewing his own merits (especially when compared to those of the Vice Commander, or Harada), was not helping his confidence, he once again set his doubts aside and bent himself to his task.  He wished that he could at least have a jar of sake. 
…loaned you.  I also want you to know–
–did he really?–
–that I admire you a great deal quite apart from how you have dressed for this mission.  If you are willing, and it is permitted, I would like to spend more time in your company in the future.
He could feel the sweat on his brow and the blood high in his cheeks. Did that actually convey what he–
#Beep! #Beep! #Beep!… #Beep!#Beep! … #Beep! #Beep!#Beep!#Beep!
Saito almost broke his phone as the cacophony assailed his ears and ruined his concentration.  What in the gods’ names was going on?  He had assumed that they had found her Facebook profile by doing an image search–she had been given a false name to use–but why were the messages starting up again now?**
** The answer to this question is as follows:  Chizuru had fled the Choshu spies’ room in some haste, distressed by certain proposals that had been made to her (although she could not fault the men involved, under the circumstances)., Some of the men had been smart enough or sober enough to have taken photos of Chizuru before her departure and had sent the first round of messages (because why run when you can text).  Receiving no response, they had finally gone looking for Chizuru, only to run into opposition:
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With one notable exception (”Yamazaki Style Ninja Arts Tatami Mat Flip!”), the lust-and-drink fortified pursuers had retreated in order to use more nefarious (but less dangerous) means to hunt the pretty geisha.  (Only theoretically less dangerous, as it turned out.)
Saito snatched up Chizuru’s phone, stabbed several buttons, and this time not only deleted the harassing messages but blocked the senders.  He was momentarily regretful that he didn’t have time to do a proper review of Yukimura’s privacy settings, especially as her security level was patently inadequate.
He then pulled his own phone out of his kimono sleeve and stared at the message he’d typed:
Yukimura-san -  I am sending this to tell you that I admire your courage for undertaking such a potentially troublesome task. I realize that you may not have wanted to dress in such attire this evening; it may even be that you dislike it.  However, there is something I want you to know so that I don’t regret keeping my silence later:  I think you look very pretty in the kimono that Kimigiku-san loaned you.  I also want you to knowthat I admire you a great deal quite apart from how you have dressed for this mission.  If you are willing, and it is permitted, I would like to spend more time in your company in the future. 
His fingers hovered over the send key, but then he changed his mind and added:
Sincerely ~ Saitou Hajime
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It might look a bit strange, with a text, but it seemed better to him.  Now, all he had to do was–
There was a rumble of heavy feet and male voices outside the door and Saito jumped up, seriously vexed.  What was it now?!  Was he never going to be allowed to text in peace?  Even as he slipped his phone away (he was taking no chances with anyone seeing his words), the door was flung open.
“Where’s the girl?” demanded Large Tough Guy One.
“Hey, the signal locator said she was here!  Where the hell is the girl?” shouted Large Tough Guy Two.
Saito felt his vision begin to go red.  These must be some of the men who had written the obscene messages to Chizuru!  And he still hadn’t gotten to send his own message!
“You have just interrupted a very important moment requiring my full concentration,” he told the men in cold, menacing tones.  “I am afraid that I will be unable to restrain myself.”
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“What?  Who the hell are you?”
“Yeah!  This doesn’t concern you–stay out of this!”
Saito heard the panel behind him slide open and knew immediately who it was.
“Saito-san!  Oh no!”
“I work as a bouncer for the Sumi,” Saito told Large Tough Guys One and Two (and their comrades). “Therefore, this is my concern.”  He risked a brief glance over his shoulder at the vision of loveliness that was Chizuru.  “Get out to the front entrance immediately, Yukimura,” he somehow managed to tell her.
She nodded obediently, although she looked worried for him, her large, brown eyes looking even larger and softer than usual.  It almost made his heart stop to see her like that!  But when Yukimura turned and fled, there was a growl from the men just inside the other doorway.
Saito’s face hardened and he knew that his anger was visible. He stared scornfully at the growing pack of men across the room from him.
“Come at me then.  I will be your opponent.”
Naturally, it was no contest.  Unfortunately, Saito’s text was never sent.  He tried to convince himself that it was just as well.
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