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[utahimeow]

SEX101 — kageyama tobio [lesson 2.]

summary — your virgin best friend asks you to teach him how to have sex.

pairing — kageyama x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. corruption kink, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive reader, kageyama is still inexperienced

word count — 3.8k

author’s note — stick around for one more part ;P

read part one here!

Kageyama thinks he's a terrible person.

He's finally seeing someone, a pretty girl who's not intimidated by him like everyone else is. She's so sweet to him, and funny too. She made him laugh without even trying.

So why are you the only thing that's on his mind?

He lays in his bed and his mattress has never felt so uncomfortable. He has practice in the morning, so he needs to rest, but every time he shuts his eyes to try and sleep all he sees is the image of you, his best friend, with his cock down your throat.

He still remembers your taste, so sweet as it dribbled onto his tongue. He remembers your lips, warm and plush against his. Your mouths moved together so... naturally, even though they shouldn't have. Best friends don't kiss like that. Kageyama ignores this, of course. He distracts himself by thinking about your eyes, peering up at him as he came in your mouth or rolling back as his tongue moved against your clit, your irises shining like he'd never seen before. He remembers the feel of your tits, so soft, so heavenly through your t-shirt. His hands were made for touching them, he thinks.

He can't wait to be inside you. Oh, the thought makes his head spin and the sooner he falls asleep the sooner it'll happen. Kageyama shuts his eyes, and now he welcomes your face that's there, and when he drifts off to a slumber, he's thinking about you.

Two days later, you get a text from your best friend.

hi

can i come over?

In an instant, you reply.

of course :)

Moments later, Kageyama texts again.

can you teach me?

You can't hold back the smile that takes over your face, knowing full well that his hands are sweating after sending the text.

only if you know you're ready

i am

ok then hurry up :P

Twenty minutes pass before there's a knock at your front door and you're shuffling down your stairs to open it. When you do, Kageyama's standing there, his body tense yet his face stony and mostly blank as usual. His eyes glint for a moment when you appear before you're dragging him inside and to your room.

He remains by the bedroom door after you've shut it over, even after you've launched yourself onto your bed with the assumption that he'd follow you, because he practically lives here and after practise it's always straight to yours and your mom makes him dinner and he showers here and he's been sleeping over since you were both twelve years old.

Now he stands there, frozen, as though he's in an unfamiliar place.

"Tobio? What's the matter?" you ask, maybe a little too harshly.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of his grey hoodie, he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, stares down at the carpeted floor as he contemplates. When you don't get any response from him other than a dejected huff, you push yourself off your bed and shuffle over to him.

"You that nervous?" you ask, low. His breathing quickens when your hand settles on his cheek and you force his eyes to meet yours.

"I'm... scared," he admits, and it's so unlike him to say something like that that it makes you shiver. Kageyama doesn't get nervous. Not before games, not before exams. So for him to confess that he's more than nervous is frightening.

"Of course you are. It's your first time," you assure him. "We don't have to do—"

"I want to," he says, his sudden eagerness giving you whiplash. "I'm scared, but that doesn't mean I'm not ready."

His words instantly put any sparks of doubt in your mind to rest, and you smile at him fondly.

"Okay, but you still need to relax a little," you say, swatting your hands at his raised shoulders until they fall. "Don't worry, I'll help you."

You take his hand, guiding him to your bed to sit him down at the edge of it before you crawl into his lap, placing your thighs on either side of him.

"Gonna kiss you, okay?" you tell him.

He blinks, and instead of giving a response he brings his mouth to yours. There's a swell of pride in your chest that only grows when you feel the weight of his hands resting on your hips. You kiss him back promptly, hands reaching up to grip his shoulders as your mouths mingle together. Somewhere along the way your tongue shoves against his and Kageyama squeezes at your waist in response.

Like instinct, your hips start to roll against the boy underneath you as the desperation for friction begins to grow between your legs. To your surprise, you sense his fingers begin to inch downwards, pulling at the band of your shorts and you can't help but grin against his mouth.

As soon as he pulls away, you pout, but it's seeing his cute, blushing face eases the disappointment.

"I wanna try use my fingers this time," he tells you and you could scream because he's so sweet. Your thumb strokes his cheek, your eyes taking in his facial features: his pointed nose, his pouty, frowny lips that are so soft, his pretty blue eyes adorned with a thick set of eyelashes, his carved cheekbones...

Maybe he's not yours yet. But he will be. You'll make sure of it.

With one last peck against Kageyama's lips, you crawl out of his lap and lay back against your pillows, waiting patiently for him. A voice in your head screams at you, tells you to strip and open your legs for him and let him finger you already, but the more sensible part of you figures that he'll never learn if you do everything for him.

Still delicate as he touches you, he nudges your knees open, kneeling between the space they create before his hands are pulling your shorts down your legs along with your panties. The look in his eyes is something you'll never get tired of. What is usually contempt is replaced with a twinkly daze as Kageyama licks his lips at the sight of you.

He reaches forward, fingertips just shyly teasing your hole, taking some of the arousal that's dripped out of you before he migrates to your clit. You gasp as he spreads your slick over your bud, drawing circles as he starts to stimulate your nerves.

"Tobio..." you whine, curious as to how he'll react. "Please, your fingers."

He stares at you, blinking, and for a fleeting moment you swear that the ghost of a smile appears on his face. The pads of his fingers keep tracing circles into your clit for a while, but after another pleading whimper from you, he slides them down to your hole once more, but never dips inside. He glances up at you, and it's clear what he's asking of you.

"Always start with one," you tell him. "When she asks for more give her two. Keep them curled up and move your whole arm. In and out. None of that.. 'come hither' stuff," you explain, demonstrating the motion with your fingers, the one that's never even gotten you close.

Kageyama gives a determined nod before he slips his finger inside, eyes widening at how little resistance there is from how soaked you are. He does as you instructed, crooking his digit upwards against your soft walls. He draws it back out and there's something so teasing in the way he watched the string of arousal that's attached. To your surprise, your entire face burns with humiliation.

"T-tobio," you breathe, begging but you're not sure what for. In any other case you'd never be so flustered, but because it's Tobio, it makes you grow hot.

With a hum, he slides back in, curls it up again and finds a steady pace with his arm, one that has you squirming around in no time. He urges the knot in your stomach to grow with every push and pull, tiny gasps and pants leaving your mouth as he brushes against your sweet spot repeatedly.

"Feels so good," you keen, your hips moving against Kageyama's hand. The cogs visibly turn in his brain, and before you know it there's a second finger dipping inside you. A high-pitched moan that slips from your mouth lets him know that he's doing good, gives him the confidence to keep going and he dares move a little bit faster than before.

While Kageyama's fingers are slender, they're still thicker than yours, and boy are they far longer. He reaches a part inside of you that your fingers could only dream of reaching, and it turns your brain to mush. Tiny pants leave your lips, broken ever so often by a whine of Kageyama's name. He feels it between his legs—the way you breathe the syllables out so softly, so desperately, is starting to get him worked up too.

You're starting to squirm more. Kageyama's attentiveness proves extremely beneficial because he notices it immediately. He picks up speed again, moving his arm now with the undying determination to get you to your edge. His eyebrows knit together for a second as he contemplates. Then one glance at your pleading eyes and your hanging mouth and he brings his thumb to your clit to move it in tiny circles.

"Tobio... fuck," you sigh. His face is scrunched into concentration, narrowed eyes flicking back and forth between watching his fingers sink in and out of your cunt, and your pretty face as he drags you closer and closer.

"Gonna cum soon, Tobio," you breathe. Each pump of his fingers sends jolts of pleasure to your core, every flick of his thumb sending shivers down your spine. Then before you know it, your orgasm hurtles towards you in a wave of tight muscles and a burning heat in your abdomen. Your eyes roll all the way back, your back arching high into the air, and Kageyama keeps on fucking you with his fingers even as you gasp and cry out with pleasure.

He stares at you, a mix of awe and pride behind his dark blue eyes. His heart is pounding, close to leaping out of his chest as something stirs within him. This satisfaction is the same one he feels when he makes a perfect set; when he scores a service ace; when he wins. That sensation of being untouchable, of having adrenaline flowing through his veins—he has it, knowing he's the one that's made you writhe, made you tremble, made you whimper.

As you lay there, recovering from your climax, you're as surprised as Kageyama. Sure, it's possible to mimic things from porn, and it's possible to follow your instincts, but aside from the timidness in how Kageyama slid his fingers within your pussy, it almost seemed like he knew what he was doing.

What he'd never confess to you is that he had spent the last few nights doing 'research'. Out of curiosity and the eagerness to impress you, he had found himself searching up tips online—in-depth explanations behind the female orgasm. Kageyama knew there was only so much you could explain to him, so he turned to the internet and absorbed some of the more basic pieces of advice, the ones he felt were imperative to making you feel good without you telling him.

As Kageyama withdraws his fingers, your hand latches around his wrist and you bring it to your mouth. He's awestruck as your wrap your lips around his digits and take them down to the knuckle, making a show of swirling your tongue all around them. You gaze at him the entire time, your tummy fluttering because he looks so nervous, all blushy as his lips part and he breathes hard. He shifts a little as his sweatpants suddenly become too tight.

You swallow down your own arousal, pulling his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and an innocent smile and Kageyama is convinced he's died and gone to heaven because if you're not an angel then what are you?

"You did so good," you say with sincerity, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips. "Thank you, Tobio. Now get on your back for me."

You push at his chest until you've swapped places with him and you're kneeling between his legs, pulling at the top of his sweatpants until they're off and tossing them onto the floor somewhere. His boxers come next, his pretty dick springing up when you've tugged them down his legs.

As if your hand is drawn to him, your fingers wrap around his thick length immediately, your mouth drooling at the thought of swallowing him. Before you can bend forward and wrap your lips around him however, Kageyama grabs your hand and panic sets into your chest in an instant.

"W-wait," he says. "I don't think you should do that."

"Why? Are you okay?" you ask. Subconsciously your hands move to his thighs, moving gently up and down them in an attempt to soothe him.

"I'm fine. I just... um..." He grows silent then, eyes breaking away from yours to look around the room instead. You sit back onto your knees, away from him.

"What is it, Tobio?"

"I just... wanna make sure I last this time," he finally admits. "For you."

Your heart nearly bursts. Kageyama, who hates being vulnerable in front of other people. Kageyama, while he's never struggled being vulnerable in front of you, has never looked so vulnerable as he does now.

You dive forward, shoving your lips against his because you couldn't phrase your adoration for him in this moment if you tried. "Are you sure?" you ask a moment later.

He nods.

"I owe you one though," you wink, giggling as he swallows hard. "I still need to get you ready first. Always gotta have some sort of lubrication, especially with your size."

You bring your palm to your mouth, spitting into it swiftly before taking Kageyama's cock in your hand and pumping it a few times. It's sweet the way he flinches a little and his thighs tremble at your touch, and you even hear the faintest moan from him. It makes you clench, the urge to have him inside you increasing with every second that passes.

You climb on top of him, straddle his lap so you can guide his cock between your folds. With your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you buck your hips up, eyes locked on the way his length gleams with a mix of your spit and your slick. Pre-cum drools from his tip in globs, adding to the sticky mixture. It's all so lewd, and he's not even inside you yet.

"Please... I can't," Tobio whispers, and it's then that you notice how his hands are twisted into your sheets so hard that his knuckles are white.

"Touch me first. Then I'll put it in," you say, maintaining the slow roll of your hips against his needy cock. You lift the bottom of your t-shirt up, just enough to expose your tits to the cool air, and Kageyama's eyes nearly bulge out of his head when you do.

God, he can't get over how pretty they are. He's drooling, and he knows he's touched them before, but not like this. Slowly, he reaches up, no longer focussed on your dripping cunt grinding against him over and over. Instead all he can do is observe in wonder as his hands cup around the soft mounds on your chest and squeeze. His stomach flutters at your moan, so he squeezes again, moves his fingers in circles until he musters up the confidence to tweak at your nipples.

"Oh, Tobio," you sigh. "That's good."

He gives a proud smile—it's something he read about. He pinches at the peaks and kneads your tits, no longer held back by any sort of hesitation.

"I'm gonna put it in now," you breathe out, waiting until he nods. "Try to hold out, yeah?"

To your delight, Tobio rolls his eyes, and a playful grin forms on his lips. It's wiped away the moment you tease your entrance with his tip, his eyes screwing shut, his hands flying to your hips.

This is it, you think. One swoop and he's all yours. He gives a shuddered breath when you sink down on him slowly, while you shiver at the sensation of him stretching you out. Every inch is heavenly, leaving you spiralling as he bottoms out inside you, until you're finally sitting on top of his pelvis.

It's even better than you could have expected.

You lean in, kissing him softly as Kageyama relishes in the way your pussy hugs his cock. It's everything all at once—soft, warm, wet, tight. You're not even moving yet. How on earth is he supposed to last?

"Can I move, Tobio?" you ask, smoothing your hands up his chest until they settle on his shoulders.

"Y-yeah, it's just tight," he says, eyes finally fluttering open again.

Slowly, you lift your hips, then bring them back down again, zeroing in on his reaction to your first movement. His jaw clenches a little and he pinches at your waist, and then his own hips buck up against yours so you do the same thing again until you find a steady pace and before long you're bouncing up and down on your best friend's cock.

"You like it, Tobio?" you ask him, bending forward once more to kiss him. This time you bring your lips lower, trailing along his jaw, down to his neck, leaving a flurry small pecks against his flesh there. So badly you want to mark him up, cover him in purple little bites—show Ayumi he's yours... But you restrain yourself. You're better than that.

"Yeah," he breathes, the end of his word morphing into a moan. "Feels really good."

"Yeah?" You lean in close to his ear, bringing your voice down to a mere whisper. "I've been waiting forever for this, you know."

You lean back with the sudden urge to see his face as you keep your hips bouncing on him, letting out high-pitched whimpers as his cock drags against your walls deliciously. He's so big that you're quickly growing breathless from the sheer effort it takes you to raise your body up and back down him, and paired with the pleasure that bubbles deep inside you, your limbs are starting to turn numb from bliss.

The sight of Kageyama beneath you is one you'll never get tired of. His eyes shine with a dreamy haze, his lips parted as tiny gasps leave his mouth and a peachy blush spreads all over his face. He looks like a mess. Worse than after any five-set match. And it's all your doing.

"Close, Tobio?" you ask, dragging your nails down his chest, relishing in how his cock throbs within you when you do. He answers with a hum and a nod and despite the burn in your thighs, you pick up even more speed.

"Me too," you tell him, clenching around him with a devious smile. Your hands move to where his ones rest on your hips still, and in one swift movement you pin them to the bed. By now you're fucking yourself back onto him with no intention other than to climax, all morals thrown out the window as you bask in the sensation of Kageyama's cock pulsing against your sweet spot. "Wait for me, okay? It's rude to cum before a woman."

It's mostly a joke, but Kageyama knows you're also half serious. He frees one of his hands from your grasp, attaching his thumb to the bundle of nerves right near where his cock slams in and out of you, rapidly tracing circles there, the way he knows gets you weak every time. Your clit is all swollen, so sensitive from your prior orgasm that you practically collapse the moment he stimulates it.

"Oh my- fuck, Tobio," you squeal, curling your fingers into his t-shirt as you clench around him involuntarily this time.

Next thing you know, your lower abdomen erupts with heat and your entire body pulses. Your brain short-circuits as your orgasm washes over you, legs aching and trembling but it feels so good. Despite how fuzzy your mind is, you find that you're still grinding against Kageyama however you've lost all previous momentum and force, now just shallowly bucking your hips to get you through your climax.

Kageyama's twitching underneath you, struggling to hold out for much longer from how your cunt squeezes around him.

"Cum for me, Tobio," you mumble, nuzzling against his neck. "Inside."

And that's all he needs to hear—a second later and he's spilling inside you with a strained grunt, his cock spurting out white, warm, sticky ropes until you're full. His chest heaves against your cheek where you lay resting.

The next few moments are silent, occupied only by soft breaths as you and Kageyama recover from your orgasms.

Eventually, you break the silence with a yawn when you remind yourself that this is supposed to be a lesson. "Aftercare is key," you say, voice cracking. "Especially if you go at it for a while, you have to check in on each other and make sure you're both okay."

"Are you okay?" Kageyama asks, so much irony in how innocent he seems while his cock is still buried inside you.

You giggle. "I am. But I meant now is the time to communicate your needs. For example I always get super thirsty."

You sit up, wincing as you slide Kageyama's soft cock out of you, already missing the fullness that was akin to a hug.

Kageyama glances to the left, spotting a water bottle upon your bedside table. He grabs it carefully and hands it to you after screwing the cap open. You're melting over him again, a common occurrence recently, but he's just so compliant.

"Thank you, Tobio," you say, taking the bottle so you can sip at the liquid that's deliciously refreshing as it slides down your throat. "So good for me."

After, you hand it back to him and he places it back in its original spot. Kageyama tucks his hands behind his head, gazing up at you with stars in his eyes.

"I also like being held after," you tell him. Slowly you lower yourself back down against his chest, nuzzling your face into his shirt so tenderly that Kageyama flinches. He's used to you being touchy, to the way you always have your hands on him; hell, he's even used to cuddling you. But something about this is different, it's new. It's got his heart pounding, and it's not from his climax.

It feels so natural when his arms come around you and they hold onto you tight, tighter than he's ever held you.

Kageyama is so caught up in the bliss of it all that he forgets that this isn't real.

read the next part here!

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[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 2

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His name was Rúben. But not Rubén with the accent mark on the e, no. His name had it on the u. And I learnt about it by making a fool of myself. As usual.

I had been working for Lucy for a month, doing it more as a nanny than just a piano teacher. Each day I would pick Julia up from school, take her home, practice for a while, eat something, and play with her until Lucy was back. Some days I would even have dinner with her and put her to bed. It all depended on her mum's schedule.

We were eating some cookies to celebrate that Julia had received a medal at school for winning a race, when someone rang the bell.

"Who is it?" Julia asked.

"I don't know. We aren't expecting anyone and your mum isn't coming until dinner time" I said, getting up from my chair and walking towards the door. When I opened it, there he was. My Chris Evans. He was the last person I was expecting to see.

"Hello again" he said with a big smile.

"Hi" I muttered, already feeling my brain starting to shut down, my jaw slowly falling to the floor.

"Is Lucy home?"

"Rúben!" Julia screamed, jumping at his arms.

"Hello, Julia" he said, picking her up as if she weighed nothing. "What is that?"

"It is a medal! I won a race at school today."

"Congratulations! High five" he said, lifting a huge hand. Julia's next to it was tiny, but I even mine would have looked small. "Is your mum home?"

"Mami is still at work."

"Oh, I see. Is she your nanny?" he said, nodding towards me.

"She teaches me piano but also stays with me if mami has to work. She's my guardian angel."

"Lucky you" Ruben smiled. "I think I'm gonna need one too, because I forgot my keys. Again."

"Oh, silly Rúben" she giggled. 

"Julia, I think you are saying his name wrong. Shouldn't it be Rubén with the accent on the e?" I asked, my brain deciding to work again. It had been too busy looking at that gorgeous man being all cute with her.

"That's on Spanish. I'm Portuguese."

"Oh." That's all I was able to say. Oh. I had tried to look intelligent like, look at me, I know languages. But I ended up making a fool of myself in front of him. Again. 

"It's ok, don't worry. The same happened to Lucy the first time" he said with a charming smile. "Are you also from Spain?" 

"What?" I said. My brain had frozen again after that smile, not being able to process anything else. 

"I asked if you also are from Spain. Like Lucy."

Dear God. He must have thought I was an idiot after having to repeat things twice for me to get them. 

"Oh, no. No, no, no. No." Too many no? Definitely. "I'm from here. Not from Manchester. From London. But from here. England." 

"I figured. You don't have their accent." How was he able to tell, when I had only been able to properly say three words in front of him, still remains a mystery. "Anyway, do you think you could give me the spare key Lucy keeps for me? It's on that drawer over there" he said, putting Julia down. 

"Sure" I replied, moving to pick it. "I guess it is this one? It has your name on it. And with the accent on the u."

"That's the one. I would have asked Roger for his copy, but he was busy."

"No problem" I said while handing him the key, our fingers slightly touching but being enough to make my cheeks feel very warm.

"I guess I'll be seeing you around if you are now Julia's teacher."

"Yep."

"I live on apartment A, so if you ever need anything..." 

I think that my answer was a nod. Or something like that. My brain was, once again, too busy thinking about other things. Like about something I needed and that he could give me. While being naked. Both of us. On his bed. Or his sofa. Or even the floor, to be honest. 

"See you around, neighbours."

"Bye!" Julia replied, closing the door. "Angel, are you ok?"

"Uh?" 

"You look... Weird. Did you not like Rúben?"

"Oh, no. I did." I liked him very much, Julia. Very, very much. "I was just thinking about our cookies. Should we leave one for when your mum comes back from work?"

"Yes!" she said, running towards the kitchen while I just took a big breath, trying to forget about the thoughts going through my mind. And I managed to do it. Though only until I fell asleep that night, when I started having the most pornographic dreams of my life with the hot Portuguese neighbour. With Rúben.

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[tookerthetookiest]

Wanderer/ Scaramouche x Reader

Kinda angsty

@fruityvegetable - OP's Idea

* Ok but imagine a fanfic w/ fatui recruit reader who has a big, fat, highschool level crush on scara. Scaramouche being him is obviously disgusted by this and pushes the reader away but they never really get the hint. He soon realizes that they'd do whatever he wants without question (besides leaving him ofc). So, he plays in. Leaning into their affection to get some other selfish motive he has. Reader is ofc, estatic thats scara has finally 'accepted' their love. *

This is what happened after the reader heard Scara talking with the other harbingers about how he's only using the reader for his own ideals. That's my shortened version, for more detail you can check out the Fruityvegetables account!! They repost some funny and cute pics too, so go on over to them!!

"Send for (y/n)! Now!" The indigo haired man yelled at a subordinate. Wasting no time the fatui agent scurried away to summon you.

You walked into his office with a blank expression, "Yes my lord" you said with a bow, not looking up til he spoke again. He was agitated, as per usual, though this time he had a reason. Since when had you become so monotone? Where was the annoying, energetic, loud person he hated so much. He paid no mind to it as you may have just woken up or something?? Yeah, that's probably it.

"Tch, I have a mission for you." You rose your head to see his cheek in his palm, elbow resting on his desk, eyes opening to look at you. He readjusted his form to sit in a more intimidating manner. Finally seeing your face he came to the conclusion you were most definitely tired. Eyes droopy, bags under them, an overall mood change, you even looked as though you were crying, but what for? He was worried, but him being him, he decided to just not care.

You only stood there, arms at your side, awaiting your order. The more he looked at you the more he wonders what has you in such a state, though your just a pawn in his game, he shouldn't he caring this much.

"I need you to go to X location and oversee that the items are getting safely transported to Y location" His eyes never leaving your figure, waiting to see your reaction. How he hoped you would say your normal "Of coarse my lord! How kind of you to allow me to watch over goods of yours!!<<333" or something along those lines. That never happened and much to his dismay you replied with "Yes Sir Balladeer, also I must inform you-" he cut you off "I swear if it's some dumb shit I'm going to kill you" He said, expecting this whole thing to be some sort of joke. How wrong he was "Ahem, as I was saying. I must inform you that I have requested to be transferred to Lord Tartaglia."

With that, something inside him snapped. Childe!? Out of all, you chose Childe! Plus you were his! Ahem, his subordinate of course. How could you just choose to leave out of the blue. Barely any warning to go with it, he was prepared to destroy whatever or whoever led you to this decision. "WHAT? WHY! HAVE YOU NO SENSE, ARE YOU THAT STUPID. LEAVING ME?? DO YOU REALLY HAVE A DEATH WISH?!?!!" Yes, he's been angry, that's basically his whole personality, but this was different. He was angry, jealous, confused, sad all in one.

"My lord, you should already know why I'm leaving. You yourself said I would eventually no longer be of use to you. I'll take my leave now." He was perplexed, he said what? Then it all clicked. You heard him. You heard everything he said. Just then he felt everything come crashing down. He was lucky you closed his door, he began.... Crying?

Tears were forming, his eyes wide, unable to process what was going on. Why was he acting this way, for some random person he could easily replace. He could live his life without you anyday, you were annoying anyway. The more he sat and pondered, the more tears flowed, the more he finally realized. He loved you. You weren't someone he could replace, no one in this world could ever truly love him as you did. You had no reason to love him for this long, he gave no reason, yet you still did. He realized he can't live without you, you were apart of his routine.

Now you were leaving? He thought 'Just like everyone else' but he realized once again, it was his fault.

He couldn't bare letting you leave. He rose from his seat, hat covering his face as tears fell, then he ran. Ran til he arrived at your room, not wasting a second to open the door. He looked up, teary eyed, only for them to be left open in shock. Was this the right room, he checked again, yup it was the right one. But where were you, the room was surprisingly empty. Had you planned this. He said it only a day ago, how were you this quick. The tears were uncontrollable at this point. "No, nononono no no no" he chanted.

He walked into the room, noticing a paper on your bed. "I will be leaving as soon as possible, it wasn't Tartaglia I was transferring over to. I'm not actually transferring over to anyone, I'm leaving the fatui, disappearing completely. It'll be hard seeing as everyone will be hunting me down as a traitor of the fatui. But I cannot bare the thought of someone I loved treat me as a mere peice to a puzzle and I know you will never love me the way I did you. I'm sorry my lord...... My love. " With that he searched the entire building, with you nowhere to be seen.

If only he realized his love for you sooner, maybe he could've prevented this. You were the only one to truly see him as a person, someone to be loved, cherished, admired. And he just threw you away. He deserved it, though it won't stop him from searching for you. He needs you back in his life. His new life, as a Wanderer. He's changed, changed for you, and he won't stop searching until he can live his life with you.

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I tried ┐⁠(⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠)⁠┌, it turned out way longer that I was expecting, probably got boring at the end. But I'm still proud of it! Hope you enjoyed reading this!! Please leave requests for me!!

Have a great morning, evening or night!! ☀️🌙🌅

#Scaramouche #Wanderer #scaramouche x reader #Wanderer x reader #Genshin x reader #Genshin impact x reader #scaramouche fanfic #scaramouche angst #Wanderer fanfic #wanderer angst

[burplewrites]

palentines day | tamarack & qiu

𓆉 | fandom: our life: now & forever

𓆉 | characters: tamarack baumann, qiu lin, reader

𓆉 | word count: 1,384 words (7,332 characters)

𓆉 | a/n: please. i need someone to tell me if this is wayyyyy too ooc. but anyways enjoy my first ol2 fic??? HAPPY VALENTINES DAY LOVES

"y/n, if you and your friends want a ride so you can carry all your stuff, we need to go now!" opal yelled from the front door, putting on her boots and adjusting her scarf. she was starting work a little later due to the special occasion in her child's life.

valentine's day, a day that happened every february 14th, once every three hundred sixty-five days, and y/n loved it. ever since they learned about the special day, giving gifts to the people you love, sharing kindness, and getting/giving chocolates, y/n had been in love with the day.

y/n glided down the stairs, with their backpack, and two big bags filled to the brim with gifts to give, and stopped right in front of their mom. "sorry mom, i was just finishing up my last one. it's really special!"

y/n said, while opal collected the bags from them to let them put on their jacket and boots. opal chuckled, feeling a little confused at the statement, since they stayed up an hour past y/n's usual bedtime to finish all the valentine gifts for their class and friends outside of class.

"y/n, i thought we finished them last night?" opal said, opening the front door and letting y/n walk ahead of her.

"um… yes, no, maybe so?"

"and what's that supposed to mean?"

"i can't tell you! no more asking mom, ok?" y/n said with a smile, before jumping off the porch, instead of using the stairs. opal could just weakly sigh as she locked the door and got everything situated in the car.

"ok y/n i won't ask anymore but, could you go get the other members of the trio? i called their parents last night, so it shouldn't be an issue. you got that trooper?"

y/n nodded and ran off to qiu's house, ringing the doorbell, collecting their friend, and bringing the stuff to the car, before doing the same thing with tamarack. once the trio was by the car, and all their stuff was in the trunk, opal dusted herself off and smiled.

"good morning you two, i hope you guys didn't stay up too late making all of these!" she teased, opening the back door for the kids to go in.

"good morning mrs. l/n! i finished mine a while ago since i have a lot of people to give treats to." qiu replied with a cheeky smile. he looked at tamarack and y/n before whispering, "i have something special for you guys, don't worry."

tamarack smiled widely, holding the seatbelt that went in front of her chest and waist. "i made some stuff for you guys too! and you too y/n's mom! oh, but i have to give it to you after school."

opal looked at the rearview mirror and smiled at tamarack before pulling out of the driveway. "thank you, i don't mind waiting so it's all fine. i hope you made stuff for your grandparents as well?"

tamarack nodded before pulling them all into a different conversation about what she found in the woods last night. opal took no offence from the switch, knowing this is how kids were and drove to school while the kids talked in the back. opal thought to herself on the ride there, happy that her child had friends that made them feel so comferable in this new place. they had been in golden grove for a little bit over six months, and y/n had settled in nicely, which was music to her ears. as she pulled up to the school and parked in the parking lock, she looked back at the kids.

"ok, you three! let's get this in your class, alright?"

she got out of the car, while the three kids met her at the trunk and started taking out their things. opal smiled and helped them by bringing in some of the larger things since she could practically see the energy radiating off the three kids, even if qiu disguised it better than the other two.

once they got inside the classroom, and opal said goodbye to the energetic trio, y/n excitedly took off their outside clothes, bringing all the gifts to their desk. this was business to y/n, and the quicker everyone got settled, the quicker the valentine's exchange could happen.

after mrs. murray got everyone settled and did roll call, she set rules up for the valentine exchange. everyone had the paper bags they made the day prior on their desks, decorated and bedazzled to their choosing, and the valentine goodies ready to be handed out by them. mrs. murray played some music and the giving began.

as mrs. murray sat at her desk, some kids would put things on her desk, either being bold about it or sneaky. it was cute to see the kids acting like kids. tamarack had some things for everyone, little drawings of things from the forest, like a pretty leaf she saw that reminded her of a certain classmate, or an acorn she picked up once. everyone got some candies from her as well.

when it was time for her to drop things off in qiu's bag, it was already overflowing. this was expected though, since qiu was pretty popular. the trio had talked about it in the car, all three of them agreeing that he was going to get the most out of them. tamarack tucked the card, candies, and pretty stones she found, in his desk, then turned to go put things in other people's bags.

y/n had worked hard to get something for everyone, secretly making a little bit more for their two best friends, and their new favourite teacher. they even had some for their uncle yusuf, granny and gramps, and mr. and mrs. lin. this was serious business for them. their valentine's gift for their mom was hidden underneath their bed, which they would give to their mom at dinner after she came back from work.

qiu on the other hand was putting things in everyone's paper bags except tamarack and y/n's. he had a 'better' gift for them since they were his close friends, and didn't want to make anyone jealous. he slipped to their desks and hid the presents in their backpacks, making a mental note to write down in his notebook that he needed to tell them where it was.

the gift exchange lasted a few more minutes, and mrs. murray surprised the class with cupcakes and cookies.

since y/n, tamarack, and qiu all got different cookies, they each split the cookies three ways and gave each other a piece of their own so they could all share. due to it being valentine's day, they were allowed to sit anywhere they wanted for the rest of the school day since they were only going to be eating snacks and watching movies. qiu sat on the left of y/n while tamarack sat on the right, letting the music play as the kids were talking about what they got.

"so, how was your first valentine's here? did it live up to your expectations?" qiu asked the two, licking his lips from the frosting, after y/n signalled to it.

"it was fun! i hope everyone liked me and the forest's gifts! i worked really hard on them!" tamarack said, kicking her feet while leaning back on the chair.

"it's not over for me! i still have a bunch of gifts to hand out! me and mom are going to the diner table tonight to drop off uncle's gift! mom called him and asked if he was working tonight, so its perfect! if we decide to have dinner there, do you guys want to come?" y/n rambled, taking a breath after they were finished.

"yes! i wanna go!" tamarack exclaimed, earning a chuckle from qiu.

"sure, if your mom lets us, then i would like to come too!"

"great, i'll try my hardest to convince her, and ill try convincing your parents qiu, and your grandparents tamarack! we can do this!"

qiu chuckled. "i thought you said i was scatterbrained! it's not even confirmed that you guys are going there to eat."

"…oh yeah."

#our life #our life now and forever #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #VALENTINES DAY YAYYYYYY

[idkversace]

that way • jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x fem

you and jude were a little more than friends, but you end up separating and you meet some time later with feelings still overflowing from your heart.

1,8k words

⚠️ warnings:

1. a little angst

2. It's my first imagine and English is not my first language, sorry for any grammar mistakes or whatever you feel uncomfortable with imagine.

I'm across the room looking around and thinking how much I wish I was home doing exactly nothing, when my eyes land on a person I thought I'd only see on TV while my brother watches the championship. But no, he's across the room looking at me intently, probably thinking the same thing that he'll never see me again. Jude Bellingham. We were friends but since he went to play for a German team, we don't talk anymore. He's taller than I can remember, better looking than he's been lately, and more muscular too.

He subtly nods his head in acknowledgment as he gazes down my body and for the first time all night I feel really good, grateful that I've put on the mid black v-neck dress that highlights the few curves that show on my body. When he looks up, I stare at him until I'm called by someone very close.

I didn't have the courage to go up to Bellingham and shake hands with the player of the match award during the world cup games, I didn't even have the courage to look in his direction as he sits next to his coach, in a tuxedo that enhances his beauty.

I remain at the bar until the awards start and I remain there until the end of it, as the new hire in the communication area of ​​the English team, recording everything to later do a review to post on the website. After the ceremony people start to circulate and that's when a hand lands on my shoulder and I know exactly who it is.

Jude. He's standing behind me smiling like the last time I was this close to him.

“Jude, oh hi! How are you?”

"Hi, fine fine and you?"

“Well too” – the number 22 scratches the back of his neck as he sits down next to me and orders a drink that I don't quite understand because I'm intoxicated by his perfume.

“What are you doing?” – Jude asks me when he decides to take the conversation more harmoniously.

"Nothing as interesting as you! Congratulations on the award, you deserved it, as did the rest of the team.” I answer looking at him and smiling at him.

“oh, you can't imagine, there were people who deserved more.”

“Always being modest” – I say and right after I order another drink, because if I'm going to stay here and not have that night on my mind I have to drink and I hope the party ends soon.

“Look, y/n I want to apologize for that night.” Jude looks at me and I'm sipping the drink the bartender just brought over.

“No need to worry, Jude. I understood what we had and everything is fine.” - I reply smiling but showing that it bothered me

“I want you to know that not a day went by that I didn't think about you and how I should have warned you, how I shouldn't have let it happen.” - Bellingham speaks

“You had my number, my Instagram, I wasn't incommunicado. But let's not spoil this night! One day we'll talk about it.” - I smile at him, when I see the director of communication coming towards us

“Y/N I hope everything is ok and you are enjoying it.” — Harry says and I smile back.

“Sir. everything is fine! I'm loving it.”

“Jude, Y/N will be our new communicator within the team, she will accompany you to social media.”

The night's winner smiles at me and mutters a "welcome to the team" as he excuses himself and leaves the bar.

I spend the rest of the evening being introduced to the entire team while trying to avoid the glares Jude is throwing my way. Confused more than I walked in knowing that I would clearly find Jude, knowing that night would play back in my mind until I got used to his presence.

As I'm getting ready to leave, I feel a hand on my elbow and I turn to find Jude looking grim.

"I need to talk to you, please!" - He asks me as he takes me to a door and opens it, he gives me a way to enter and looks at me again getting closer.

He leans me against the wall with his 2 arms touching my waist but without fully resting his hands on her.

“I was an idiot, okay? I know I was, I know I continued to be when I left you that morning and during these 4 years. But I was afraid of the new and the feeling I thought I didn't have. But y/n one thing I know today is that I can't enter into a relationship with the team advisor, much less promise you that I'll be here in England when you know I'm playing in Germany, but I like you when you arrive to be pathetic how much i check your instagram to see if you updated or how much i wish all this time people would touch your name so i would know about you” - Jude talks fast almost breathless, looking at him and i see the same boy from 4 years ago, the one who didn't promise anything but for one night was what i always wanted during my life.

~4 years ago~

I was getting ready for a dinner with friends. We were heading towards spring so the weather in London was warmer and more harmonious.

Camile picked me up at home while we went to the restaurant we talked about random things, she was going to college after the next summer and she was excited to start what I always dreamed of, communication, to work in sports or fashion.

Arriving at the restaurant, the group was the same as usual, greeting everyone who is already at the table, I sit down next to Bellingham, our star from Birmingham City. Jude and I have gone out a few times, but nothing more than kissing and cuddling. But today, especially today I shiver every time he leans towards me or when his leg covered in the jeans he's wearing touches my thigh.

Jude finishes eating his meal and places his arm on the back of my chair and leans in to speak in my ear.

“After here, are we going to go out together?” – I nod my head and he returns with his body erect but continues with his arm around me.

Dinner passes with a lot of laughter, conversation, food and desserts, so when it's time everyone starts to say goodbye. Camile asks me if I want a ride and I say I'm going with Jude.

“Where are we going?” I ask Bellingham as I buckle my seat belt.

“I don't have any place in mind, I just wanted to be with you a little longer,” Jude replies and I smile. "Would you be upset if we went to a hotel and I took you home later?"

“No, anywhere I just don't want to go home.” I say back. Jude gives me a questioning look but doesn't ask me anything.

He drives to the hotel, Jude gets a suite, and we go upstairs.

"Why don't we go to your place?" - I ask with him lying in bed and I'm taking off my sneakers.

“I wanted to be alone with you, and at home we would have everything but be alone.”

"And why did you want to be alone with me?"

“To do this”. He pulls me down until I'm sitting on his lap and kisses me. — “I waited all night to be able to kiss you, your kiss seems to be addictive” – Jude tells me and I smile shyly.

We spent most of the night exchanging kisses, caresses and conversations. I tell Jude my plans for this year, he asks me why I don't want to go home, and I tell him about the situation with my dad. We make plans for me to go visit him at the training ground to see him train. He tells me how the team is doing, the expectations.

I reveal all my insecurities to Jude, especially the one about my body, Bellingham makes me comfortable as he tells me I'm beautiful and that anyone who doesn't see it is an idiot.

We kiss and when I realize we are without clothes, while we sweat under the sheet and we repeat all the sex done again and again and again until we fall asleep.

I wake up in the morning to find Jude beside me and I get up thinking he's in the bathroom, but the bathroom is empty. I notice that Jude's clothes and sneakers are gone, but I think he went to have breakfast, I get up, get ready and wait for him to come back, since I'm not much of a breakfast person.

I send a message to Jude, and it is not delivered, I decide to go down to check where he might be, and I go to reception where he tells me that he stopped by earlier, paid and left.

Shock coursed through me and hurt surged through me. I was used, used by someone I opened up to for the first time and who has known me since I was a teenager.

~end of flashback~

Jude still has the same features, only now he has some hair on his face, he's taller because he leans closer so his face is at the same height as me, his eyes looking at me like I'm someone who doesn't know me anymore. And actually I am, because since that day my heart has been hurt, hurt by the whole situation and it has been used, used to think that someone would be interested in me. And when I found out that that day he had taken a plane to Germany because his training with the new team started on Monday. It was there that I broke down and felt abandoned by the only one who had eyes for me.

“Jude, I can't help you. I answer looking at him” — while I squirm to try to get rid of the wall and the encirclement of his arms.

“I needed to tell you this, Y/N. I'm sorry for leaving, I should have replied to the message or rather I should have told you everything about my plans, but I didn't because I was afraid of you being distant at night and I needed to have you in my arms.” - Jude Bellingham tells me while his grip on my waist gets stronger and I do my best not to give in to him and kill the longing that consumed me day and night.

"I really must go, Bellingham!" I say finally managing to get away from him and going to the door.

“Hope to see you soon, y/n,” Jude says from behind me.

"See you soon, Jude!" - I say and leave the room, going to the door and giving my key to the valet to get my car, and I see Jude going to his teammates and giving them a half smile.

I get in my car and count to 10, drive home with my heart heavy with longing for Jude's touch, but at the same time angry with him.

<let me know if you like it, I can bring more!!>

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #england #imagine #bvb #borussia dortmund

[zeglythofficial]

Tarot 🍊 here. Ok, well I'll just type what they shared with me through voice memos

Does R know about these allegations and did they affect their relationship?

She does know because she keeps tabs on everything regarding her, him and J. She says far more attention to things than people realize and she's worried about him and his career. She doesn't care about the rumors, doesn't let affect her or their relationship but she's worried about people believing them without evidence and well, sucks to write (for me, my friend is very nonchalant about it) but she feels that since J is being unfairly judged the same can happen to T and she doesn't want that.

2. How are their friendship progressing and how are her feelings for him?

Well, they seem to be more in touch with each other now and R is being more conscious about what she says and does, she seems overly conscious around him I'm general and doesn't want anything to cone between them like it has in the past. According to her they grew apart for a while and she kind of went nuts when that happened and fans noticed it.

She cares for him a lot but only thinks about it as a friendship that she cherishes a lot. She knows she fed into shipping but wasn't expecting it to last this long nor to be what it is right now and can't handle it right.

But they're talking a lot more now and that makes her happy/and it keeps her grounded.

3. Is T sleeping with other women while being in a relationship with BB?

Allegedly, he does talk to other women but doesn't follow through. But, however, on the other hand my friend says there's a lot of miscommunication and implied things that are causing huge rifts between him and BB and they won't last long. T does love her (in his own way) and she loves him, but he doesn't think that's enough and he's bored of their relationship 😐. There's no more spark or chemistry, the sex is boring and lackluster when they do have it and most of the time they don't because of time and him not being that into it.

He seeks out other women and talks to them but BB knows about it and doesn't feel like she can say anything because their relationship was never that serious even though they are together for a while - but they broke up and got back together at some point -.

4. I wasn't for my friend but I asked regardless, hope tarot red doesn't mind. But why is R in denial about her feelings?

My friend says that the best way she can explain it is that it's like she doesn't see them there at all, they are so hidden and muted/buried that she won't acknowledge they exist because if she does everything will go to shit

She doesn't think she can or has the right to love J and feel anything for someone else entirely. It doesn't compute to her and it doesn't make sense.

My friend says she loves J a lot and wants to be with him forever and can't think about T like that because there's too much at stake.

5. How much does BB know about T's behavior?

She knows everything and has never made a point of letting him know that she cares. She acts like she doesn't (the one time she did was with R because she believes her to be an actual threat).

In his head what they have isn't serious, again she's not saying he doesn't love her, he does, it's just he doesn't take most of his relationships serious at all and BB knows that and for a while was fine with it until R showed up.

The other girls she saw it as flirty behavior and slutty behavior, R she knows it's more and therefore it's more dangerous. It didn't matter to her so much with the others because he doesn't care about them, it matters more with her because he cares too much and she hasn't seen this side of him at all.

She has asked him once that he stopped replying to R and stopped seeing her as often behind people's backs (yes it has happened and it keeps happening), called R childish and immature for constantly needing him and he lashed out and said things he shouldn't have such as call BB insecure and say she doesn't get to decide how he behaves and with whom he hangs out with or is friends with. It was a huge fight and it's one of the reasons why they are drifting apart.

He has decided he won't allow anyone to decide what he should do especially when ir comes to R. He'll keep being her friend, he'll be in her life and he won't let anyone or anything change that even if they have to meet in hiding. So yes, BB doesn't like R and yes, they have argued about it because he makes himself more present in R's life than he does in BB's life.

More later 😉

Thank Tarot 🍊 for us!

1. Why is she keeping tabs on T anyway? Sure, their friends, but his life choices has nothing to do with her at all. And she’s always comparing T and J in terms of unfair treatment. There’s a reason people hate J. But I’m glad she’s not letting rumors affect their friendship with T.

2. Her public spiral in February was horrific. It was 2 weeks of torture. I hope to never see something like that again as her fan. It was very concerning and I know T triggered her going crazy. I’m glad they’re talking more.

3. And I oop! Not orange spilling the tea about their sex life 💀 BB needs to dump T omg. She’s young and beautiful.

4. R is young so time is on her side in terms of her feelings. So even if Zeglyth doesn’t have for another 5 years. Or even 10 years, she will still be young and they have time to figure it out. R wants to be with J forever? 😬 Girl…

5. Yeah, BB knows everything because WE know a lot and don’t have the full story lol. She’s on the same internet as us. I do think there’s a huge difference to him flirting with random women vs R.

BB asked him to stop seeing R? 😬 Sneaking out to see and talk to R? Omg. BB clocked R’s tea because R is childish and immature 💀 and what does R need T for? 👀 A huge argument happened? I need BB to stand up and tell T to lower his tone in her house lol. Sorry, it’s time for an eviction notice.

R and T sound very toxic ngl. Their prioritize their friendship over everything. It’s like an us vs them attitude.

#my answers #tarot Orange

[luminous-letters]

i thought that i followed you but aparently not (i do now)

I hope it's ok i request again, if youre busy feel free to ignore but maaan that Sebek where he doesnt realize he has a crush was soo good (and i finally know how to describe a fic like that), therefore is it posible the same trope but with Riddle? If so thanks

note: omg tysm for the follow 😳 and i hope you enjoy!

He does not have a crush on you.

Rule-breaker, disobedient, a rebel and sharp-tongued— Riddle has called you more names than that in his head. But he dare not speak any of them aloud, for it would be unbecoming of him and would go against his promise to turn a new leaf.

And promises, like rules, are sacred and shan't be broken. It is a philosophy he lives by.

But being lenient doesn't mean he would simply turn a blind eye to your mistakes and violations, that would go against everything that he's been taught. A casual remark, nothing too hurtful like before The Incident.

For example, he'd call you out on your improper posture or tell you off when you slouch. It would hurt your back if you continue to do so.

He would give you pointers on upcoming exams or activities, but not without a blunt remark. This topic is elementary, kindergarten-level even, it's appalling that you don't have the slightest grasp on the subject.

Or one time he caught you taking a bite out of Ace's cookie dough from the fridge, out of spite if he may add. Aren't you worried about catching unwanted microbes? Salmonella?

Though, looking past your hard-headedness and reluctance to abide by Heartslabyul's laws, you had a few good points.

You were quick to think like Ace, and silver-tongued like him as well. The only difference? You didn't let your talents go to waste, you didn't sit idly by but you improved and built upon it.

You'd often be seen scouring through Heartslabyul's generous assortment of encyclopedias and potionology books.

He admires someone who hones their skills, someone who rests not on their laurels and continue to improve. Such a person is worthy of his respect.

He would continuously deny any teasing or even subtle hints from his peers, namely Azul and Ace, especially Ace.

Again, he doesn't have a crush on you.

"Ah, Riddle, you seem to be in good spirits today," Azul remarked, glancing at the little folded note that was tucked between Riddle's notes.

"It seems that I now know why," he chuckled, "The Prefect seems to know how to pacif— ehem, to keep your temper at bay," the Octavinelle housewarden suppressed a laugh.

"I don't recall asking for your input Azul. If I were you, I'd be preparing for flight lessons right now instead of prying into personal affairs. Good luck, with your flight skills, a practice flight or two is necessary."

Azul looked offended, "How thoughtful of you."

And how could he forget Ace's teasing?

"Housewarden, you're smart and at the top of every class and all, but it looks like romance isn't your thing!" Ace said, slouching on one of the lounge sofas.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You can't hide how you look at the Prefect, especially not from me," Ace laughed, "You could say I'm an expert at sniffing out some pining peeps."

"Say, Deuce-y and I are one of the best wingmen here in campus! Ain't that right Deuce?" Ace called, "What? Oh, uh, yeah?" the freshman replied, looking puzzled. "Ace we didn't get Jack on a date, we made it worse—" "Shush!"

"We get you on a date with them, and in exchange—"

"No thank you," Riddle firmly said. "I'm confident with my skills already. I don't need any help, thank you very much."

"Worth a shot," Ace whispered.

"That reminds me, shouldn't you be preparing the garden for a croquet match by now?"

"Um....well, you see..."

"Go, NOW!"

"Yes, housewarden!"

He glanced at your most recent letter, smiling a bit. Then he caught himself.

He has a crush on you.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #gn!mc #gender neutral reader #twst oneshot #twst drabble #twst fluff #fluff #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #azul ashengrotto #ace trappola #deuce spade

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Imagine:

Being Arthur's right hand ( holy knight), his childhood friend and being "adopted" by Escanor.

Tsuki's note: Dad! Escanor. That's all.

So imagine this. You are a young teen right? A soon to be holy knight. You end up befriending night time! Escanor.

How? Well, you helped him around the tavern and was the only one interested in his poems.

You couldn't quite understand all the words he used but you tried anyway. He was absolutely happy for having someone listening to his poems.

The other sins and Arthur said they didn't know you liked poems. You replied:

Y/N: It's the first time I ever heard one. But you thought it was cute and quite sweet seeing night time Escanor so happy!

Arthur smiled at your kindness and the Merlin giggled. That was so typical of you.

Being friends with night time Escanor meant befriending day time Escanor which meant you had the oddest, yet sweetest relationship ever.

Day time Escanor taught you how to hold an axe properly, taught you how to fight proudly and graciously.

He also went dad mode whenever you were in trouble and seemed to be bothered by someone.

He became overprotective of you. Whenever someone would talk to you, Escanor would watch and listen carefully. Eyes on you. If the person noticed it, they got nervous. If they happened to cross eyes with Escanor, the man would glare. Just full on glare.

If you were having trouble in battle he would be there to help you in a blink. Escanor will pick you up and place you on his shoulder.

Depending on the time of the day, he may not let you fight:

Escanor: " you shouldn't dirty yourself with this"

Sometimes you get frustrated - you want to fight too! You want to be useful! And whenever you bring that up, Escanor laughs and pats your head.

The sins are shocked seeing Day time Escanor care so much about someone besides Merlin. A few jokes about him being your dad may appear, especially when they see Escanor getting pissed if someone tries to hit on you.

Of course, he would also be slightly annoyed at Arthur - you are a knight and your duty is to protect the king, but that doesn't mean Escanor is ok with that. Not at all.

However whenever you ask him to be nicer, Escanor stays silent for a bit and soon sighs and complies. Kind of. Thanks to you he also tolerates Arthur a bit more, you seem to care for him deeply and if he is hurt you are sad so…. You know right?

Night time Escanor is also sweet with you and appreciates your help! He often gives you advice on how to do daily things, on how to behave and other simple things like that.

He also tries his best to protect you!! Not in a fight, but with his wisdom! He is also very grateful that you protect him at night, but he worries a lot. Tries to help with injuries and apologizes.

If you have long hair Escanor might help you brush it or tie it! He will also teach you more vocabulary, make poems for you and I do believe he knows a lot about flowers so he will teach you about them!

In all dad! Escanor is protective and sweet.

I am sorry everyone I just had this brain rot after ending the anime XD I love Escanor and I am very sad about it all.

Thank you for reading!

#nanatsu no taizai #platonic! reader x escanor #imagine #Escanor nnt #dad! escanor

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 7

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"That was…" Ben whispered against June's lips, both of them trying to catch their breaths.

"A mistake."

"A big mistake, yes. We shouldn't do it again."

"We shouldn't, no" she said. "Imagine that someone sees us and tells the press."

"June Maxwell fell for Ben Chilwell's charm, they’ll write" he smiled.

"Charm? What charm?"

"The one that makes you keep your body this close to mine, your eyes fixed on me, your lips asking for more."

"You have me pinned against a wall, Chilwell. I can't do anything or go anywhere."

"You can, Maxwell. You just don't want to."

"Shut up."

"Make me" he smirked.

"You asked for it" June said before kissing him again, Ben pushing her against the wall once again, the little space that had been between them gone. 

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"There you are! I was starting to worry and… June, are you ok?"

"I am, yeah. Why?"

"You look… flushed" Leah said. "What happened in the bathroom?"

"Nothing" she shrugged.

"And why don't I believe you?"

"I don't know."

"June? Leah? No way!" someone said behind them.

"Mason?" both of them said as they turned around.

"I can't believe you girls are here! Earlier when I saw the photo you posted on Instagram I told Chilly that we may cross paths, and look" he chuckled.

"Chilly is here?" Leah asked.

"Yeah, somewhere. He went to the bathroom and I haven't been able to find him yet."

"The bathroom, uh?" Leah said, looking at June.

"We were joking about finding our New Year's kiss, so maybe he did."

"Maybe he did" Leah repeated, still looking at her friend.

"What about you, girls? Are you looking for a New Year's kiss?" Mason asked, his eyes fixed on June. 

"I don't believe in those things. You?"

"Me neither" June said, feeling her cheeks burn. Leah knew. She definitely knew about what had happened in the bathroom. She knew her too well.

"What a shame…" Mason sighed. "Oh, Chilly, here!" he called.

"Fuck" June said under her breath. 

"Where were you, man?"

"The queue for the bathroom was too… long" Ben said when he realized who Mason was with. Fuck.

"Hello, Chilwell" Leah smiled. "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Williamson. Maxwell."

"Hi" she muttered, her eyes fixed on her hands.

"Since we have found each other, why don't we have a drink the four of us together?" Mason asked.

"I think I'm going home" June said.

"What? Why?"

"I have a game in two days, I need to rest."

"As if resting would make you play better" Ben chuckled.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Going to bed early won't improve your performance, Maxwell."

"Well, unlike others, I still am playing."

"June…" Leah warned her.

"What? He is allowed to insult me and bully me but I can't do the same to him?"

"I don't bully you. I just…"

"Don't you dare saying that you are just stating facts!" she replied, raising her voice.

"If I wasn't right it wouldn't bother you so much" Ben shrugged.

"Fuck you, Chilwell!" she said, pushing him and walking away.

"Yes, run away like the coward that you are!"

"I'm not a coward!"

"Sure" Ben laughed.

"I am not" she said, walking back and punching him in the face.

"June!" Leah said, grabbing her friend and pulling her away from him.

"Are you ok, bro?" Mason asked Ben.

"I'm fine" he replied, touching his lip. He was bleeding.

"I think it's time we leave" Leah said.

"Yes, take her back to her cage. But make sure you close it properly, she bites" Ben smirked. Though maybe he shouldn't have done it, it hurt as hell.

"I'm gonna bite your head off, that's what I'm going to do, you moron!" June yelled, ready to hit him again. 

"Ok, that's enough" Leah said, struggling to stop her. 

"Happy New Year, Maxwell" Ben laughed as he watched them walk away.

"Happy… fuck you!" June yelled again, Leah barely managing to drag her to the exit.

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"Let go of me, Leah. Let go!" June said once they were outside.

"Do you promise me you won't go back inside and do something stupid? Again?"

"I promise. Now let me go."

"Ok, fine" she replied. "What the fuck was that?"

"What was what?" June said.

"All that with Chilwell."

"Don't say that name ever again."

"June, you punched him."

"I did. And I should have done it earlier, to be honest. It felt so good…" Though her hand was starting to hurt.

"How did that happen? How did you go from making out to arguing like that?"

"We didn't make out" she snorted.

"June…"

"We didn't. I would never make out with Ben Chilwell. Never, Leah. Did you hear me? Never."

"Ok, fine. I imagined it all."

"Yes, you did. Can we now please go home? My shoes are killing me."

"Yes, we can" Leah sighed. “But we have an unfinished conversation.”

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[born-to-lose]

I'm too smitten and anxious to function ugh

#writing? idk her. i prefer indulging in fake scenarios and then worrying about the tiniest things #i know i said i wouldn't go into detail but i'm terrible at hiding this kind of stuff #and most of y'all probably know who i'm talking about #deleting later because what if they read this ugh their sleep schedule is off the charts #i even went back to writing love songs so you know this is bad cause i only do that when i start bottling everything up #but literally i haven't been able to focus since the weekend for reasons you may know about #i'm vagueposting so hard now i'm sorry #i'm just kinda happy i'm not too depressed anymore and i haven't felt like this since my asshole ex and i broke up #i'm giddy and all and get super excited when they show up in my notes #am i in too deep? probably #but also i'm too scared to get straight to the point because i've done this many times and it always failed #i don't think i've had such a huge crush on anyone in like a year #and idk how to handle this #i went on a trip down memory lane today and read old chats and my god i fell hard #i'm definitely misinterpreting a lot of things here but i can't help it #fuck fuck fuck #i'm going to cry bye #ok one more thing i know i shouldn't be too worried about someone not replying because they haven't really been active on tumblr today #but i kinda am?? like shit tumblr let me delete messages i think i said something wrong #aaaaa damn #congratulations you have just witnessed a whole ass mental breakdown #sorry you had to read all of this #my heartbreak playlist is on why do i do this to myself #mel talks

[currymariana]

The tear in my heart (Chapter 4)

Paring: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Detective Y/L/N is the youngest yet the most skilled detective in Gotham’s Police, being one of the few James Gordon trusts with Batman stuff. After some time working closely with the Bat, Y/N starts to get the vigilante’s attention. But there’s no way this would work right? Getting close to you as Batman wasn’t a possibility, but maybe he could take a chance as Bruce, right?

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A/N: it took me two almost a week, but I finally ended this chapter, after editing and changing it so many times, and obviously... I'm still not satisfied. Wanted this one to be special and detailed and I think I got a little carried away when I saw it had already 8k words ksksksksks anyways... enjoy your reading. Hope you like it!

What do you suppose to wear for a date? Better… what are you supposed to wear for a date with a billionaire guy, who has given you close to no information about what are you doing tonight?

And that's how you found yourself standing in front of your closet for almost half an hour trying to decide what you should be wearing for tonight. You are not even sure how you found yourself worried about what type of clothing you should wear on a date with Bruce Wayne, a date you were not even wanted to go on in the first place.

Today is your night off and you are wasting going on a date that you are sure will lead to nothing. You don’t wanna date him, or anybody else by the fact, and sure you don’t want to be one of his one-so-many arm candy of the week. So you shouldn't worry about what you're wearing right?

Wrong! Your friend Andrea had got inside your mind after you told what happened and how you had accepted to have dinner with Bruce Wayne. She was more excited than you. She started to babble about where he could take you and how you would catch everybody's eyes by being on his side. According to her, you had to look presentable cause probably there would be photographers, reporters, and curious eyes on you the whole night

What only made you feel anxious and almost call him canceling everything. She was the one who stopped you and said that if you let this opportunity go she would kill you with her bare hands, and gave you a very repetitive speech about your prejudices with rich people and how you should give the guy a chance. If he asked you and even after being rejected he insisted, he was probably really into you.

You couldn’t see a single reason why a guy like him would be interested in someone like you. But you still decided to go for it. continuing with the thought you had last week about beeing able of taking advantage of the situation to have a fancy dinner and get rid of him once and for all. But here you are worrying about what you should be wearing.

After you picked your look, you started to work on your make-up, worried about keeping it light to not show that you put too much effort into it (which you didn’t, wearing only concealer and eyeliner and maybe some nude lipstick).

You were putting on your makeup when you felt your phone vibrate. Looking at the screen you saw his messenger.

Wayne: I'm leaving in 5, see you at the coffee in around 15 minutes

You couldn't help but smile a little at how straightforward he was. No “How you doing?” or a happy smiling face. Just a clean text message that tells you what you need to know. And to be honest- You kind of like that. No detour, no useless flirt. You already going to dinner together, you could talk during dinner. Talking in person is so much better. No need to waste time on stupid messages. It’s like he knows how you think, and you let it slip a little side smile on that, while you reply.

Me: Ok. I’ll see you there.

You replied just as direct as in his last text. After the awkward meeting and the conversation which lead you to this dinner on the station last week, you exchanged numbers and since then you have been texting only things like that, like the details of your dinner and where you should meet

He wanted to pick you up at home and then leave to the main event of the night (which according to him would be a surprise), but living in an old apartment in the Bowery, you suggested it would be better if you guys would meet in that coffee shop close to the station, you didn't tell him why, but after some reluctance from his part he gave him knowing better to not push you or something that could lead you on giving up on the dinner on the first place.

He was always assuring you that it wasn’t a romantic date. Just to “soon-to-be” friends getting to know each other and only after that it was up to you what next steps should be taken. But your stupid insecure mind couldn’t stop thinking he reals reasons to be taking you out. Maybe he really just wanted to get to know you. Maybe he wanted to have the experience of sleeping with a cop. Maybe he is just playing a big joke on you. You couldn't help but worry, having a thousand million thoughts running through your head.

Pushing those thoughts out of your head you decided to finish getting ready to head to the cafe on the way to start what seems that will be the longest night of your life.

When you arrived at the coffee shop there was no sign of him. The place had a few clients and Andrea was on the counter with a boring look… that’s it… until she sees you, and her face suddenly glows up and he started to exclaiming loudly.

“OH MY GOD!!! Look at you girl!!” she said excitedly jumping in your direction which got the attention of some customers, you rolled your eyes at her but your face was already red.

You were wearing some white dress you found in your closet, that you didn't even remember to own… well as you have no idea of where you're going or the dress code required you decided to put on a look that wasn't too fancy but it also wasn't too casual, with the dress, but adding a denim jacket (since the weather was a little chill) and sneakers. That seemed like a balance to you.

“You would believe the first date you had in centuries would be with Bruce Wayne?” she spoke excited finally getting in front of you, and taking your hand and making you give her a little turn (which you shyly did in the middle of the coffee shop)

“Can you keep it down?” you asked, warning her, giving her looks to some people around whom were paying attention to your interaction - since she was literally screaming and jumping in excitement - and she nodded said a little sorry “Plus, it’s not a date. It’s just a dinner” you added and saw her rolling her eyes “We just meaning to know each other and solve our differences out”

“Yeaaaah… sure!” she said sarcastically “And you expect me to believe you while you wearing that?” she said using her hands to show you her point before you could open your mouth to say something and refute her she spoke “... and when he is looking like that?” he said looking straight to your shoulder to something that was behind you when you turned around to follow her sight.

Through the big glass window of the coffee shop, you saw Mr. Wayne walking out of his expensive sporting car wearing a suit that suited him perfectly and looking fine as hell.

Well.. to be honest, he looked like that everyday nothing different than the suits and overcoats you saw him wearing every day but his hair was styled back perfectly in place. In the short distance he walked from his car to the entering door it looked like he was a model walking on the catwalk. You stood staring for a while before turning back to Andrea and warning her.

“It’s just a dinner and is only a one-time thing! So don’t get any hopes up!” you said quietly to her or was it to you too?

“Okaaay, you’re no fun” she replied annoyedly and rolling her eyes at you “but let me know if things don’t work out and give him my number, okay?” she added whispering seeing him getting close to you two “Let him know I would love to go on a dinner and ‘solve things out’” she joked doing quotation marks with her fingers and laughing a little and before you could say anything on her teasing she was leaving you there before he could reach you two.

You rolled your eyes at her before turned around only to meet face to face with a very well dressed Bruce Wayne, wearing a strong man colony and giving you a shy smile, when you realize you almost bumped into his chest you gave a small step back and decided to speak first

“Good night, Mr. Wayne! How have you been?” you said politely not wanting to give him any sense of opening, wanting to keep things formal the whole night. That would be a challenge since you couldn't keep your professional facade for longer than 40 minutes (believe me you had it timed before), before letting your usual talkative-energetic personality take over, but you decide you would try anyway. After all, you didn’t want this Wayne situation to pass from tonight.

“I’m doing great! Thank you for asking detective,” he replied even more politely with a side smile like he was mocking the way you were speaking, and he really was, Bruce could see what you were doing and decided to play along before you couldn't take it and starting to be your usual self. He added a little bow and rolled his hands dramatically. “Would this fair lady give me the honors of accompanying me this lovely night?” he said offering his arms for you to take.

“Can you stop that?” you asked annoyed and you couldn’t hide the redness in your face “Everybody is looking and we are not in the 1800’s” you added looking around and pushing the arm he had offered you

“Well, you right! So there is no need to be so formal and to call me Mr. Wayne” he smirked

“Is called beeing polite, and I speak like that normally” you replied defensively and crossing your arms

“As you wish” Bruce added sarcastically and you rolled your eyes “But please call me Bruce, the ones who call me Mr. Wayne are always old people who want to talk business” he added joking and smirking, and you nodded. There were some seconds of silence before he clean his throat and speak “So… should we be going?” he asked and you nodded he offered you his arm again as he did before, but you ignored and stepped out of the coffee shop, waving a little goodbye to Andrea who gave you an excited thumbs up and you left the room beeing followed by a happy Bruce Wayne.

Now in front of his car, he made a move to go to your side to open the door for you, only to see you already opened it so he let go before you could realize that and went to the driver's side. “So…. Where are we going?” you asked as he started the car.

“Ummmm, well… I have a friend who just brought a new restaurant and I thought we could go there” he said it firm hands on the wheel “It’s a very nice place, is reserved too, so we will not worry about photographers and everything! We will have a lot of o privacy to talk” he added not taking his eyes off the road and you only nodded again, you noticed that he seemed nervous with or lack of speaking but you decided to keep quiet and analyze him.

Impeccable clothing, he was wearing a suit that cost probably more than what you make in a month, giving a close look on his shoes and at his watcher you were definitively sure his entire outfit costed more than your car. His hair has styled the same as the first time you meet him at his house and when he went to the station, but different from when you went to his house to apologize, that was still your favorite look on him.

How he has comfortably in his house with jeans and a black shirt, with slightly messy hair... that seemed more real. Right now and on the other occasions you meet he seemed rehearsed, like… everything was just too impeccable like he was trying so hard to be perfect like he was desperate to show an image that you still don't know exactly what it is yet. But it didn’t seem real almost like a mask or something… I don’t know… maybe I’m just thinking too much.

As for his body language… he was nervous for sure, he has been showing signs of anxiety since he got in the cafe, the way he tried to play it cool with you beeing distance but his body language says he is uncomfortable with that, but again… too perfect to say a thing, a very well placed mask. His face showed that he has happy but there were signs of fear too. Maybe fear of things going wrong that you dump him again… not that couldn't be it… maybe fear of getting caught going out it an ordinary detective who is wearing a shein dress… which makes more sense.

You decided to spot analyzing him, you were starting to think too much, sometimes you thought you were thinking too much of yourself, and then it would hit you who you were going out to, how he could have any girl he wanted, how you were probably just on more in his list and there was nothing special, and then you would go to the other side and started to think too little of yourself, then you would start to feel bad and doubt everything… stop… just stop.. enjoy your evening and just stop.

Bruce notices your looks on him. He knew what you were doing, analyzing him with your “detective superpowers”, searching for signs in his body language or something, something you do a lot and helps a lot in the cases, but besides seeing you do that countless times he can say is weird to be the target of it for the first time. He feels like that you're looking right through his soul and in 30 seconds you going to find out the truth about him. Of course, you can’t do that… can you?

“Well… This place is nice '' you said awkwardly standing straight in your chair for what felt like the thirtieth time this night.

It wasn’t. You hated here. Actually, the place was nice, the decoration was beautiful and there was a piano melody just in the right volume. But to be honest, you weren’t comfortable… at all. It seemed like you don’t belong here and the people around and even the staff look at you like you really don’t, and you know that you don't belong. It’s weird.

Bruce himself hasn’t beeing bad, you chatted a little in the car, even shared some jokes about Alfred and his perfectionism with tea. But beeing here, just made you realize once more how it doesn't make sense to a guy like him to be here with a girl like you.

“Yeah it is!” he replied looking down at the menu completely focused on it not noticing your discomfort. “It just opened last month and it is impossible to make a reservation… But I guess being friends with the owner has its benefits right?” he said the last part laughing a little and finally looking up

“Yeah.. right!” you answered him with a fake little laugh in return. It was clear your discomfort of beeing in a place like this. He told you you could end the night whenever you wanted right?! You just opted to not end it now and to prolong a little to not be rude.

After texting a little and chatting in the car on your way here, you realized he wasn’t so bad and how he was actually doing an effort to make this night go well and prove you wrong about your assumptions of him. He was doing an effort to go with your mood all night maybe you could do some effort to at least finish the night. That’s why you didn’t express your discomfort out loud.

“You look good tonight,” Bruce noticed you weren't okay with the place, honestly he knew you wouldn't be, but Alfred thought it would be a better idea to bring you some romantic quiet place for you to talk, and stupidly he took you here. It was clear you were hating it, you were just too nice to say it in his face (especially after or messy begging) and he now he was nervous and anxious all over again. Things are starting to go south again! What a disaster!

“Aaaah thank you!” you said looking down at the dress you were wearing “Andrea who gave it to me, I have never used, until now! But it doesn’t seem quite fit for the place right?” you added while you were passing your hands through it. In your head, people in this place could look right through you like you didn’t belong and maybe the dress was the reason for it. If he had told you where you were going you would have picked a more formal dress, in the end, it was all his fault.

“I think it’s a pretty dress. It fits just fine” you felt nice about the compliment, you liked that dress if other people around don’t like it screw them, you did and now you know Bruce likes him too. You realize he said while giving a sign to the waiter who was making the way through your table.

Was he really going to order already? You haven’t even looked at the menu yet. He didn't even ask if you were ready to order yet. What is he gonna do order for you? Without even consulting you? And then it started again… Who does he think he is? Does he think I’m not able to order for myself? Is it because the menu is all in Italian? What an arroga-

“Can you ask the valet to bring my car, please? We will be leaving” you were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize the waiter getting to your table only to have Bruce folding the menu and giving back to the old man, the guy nodded and left right after.

“WHAT?” you asked not realizing that mean. You guys just arrived why he was wanting to leave already?

“C’mon! We are leaving,” he said fixing some buttons of his suit and slowly getting up. “This place is lame, let’s go somewhere else?” he asked now fullied up, you just nodded and got up as well following him to the exit door.

After a few seconds, his car was parked in the front of the restaurant, and started to make his way to the driver's seat, but you wanted to know what just happened, before following him to some other unknown place around the town. You held his forearm and he turned to you if a questioned look.

“What was that?’

“Well… I noticed you didn’t look so comfortable in there” you let go of his arm and he answered giving you a charming smile “So what do you say… Wanna go eat somewhere else?” he genuinely asked

You had a soft smiling by realizing he did notice you weren't enjoying the night beeing there. He asked if you wanted to go somewhere else.

Right here Y/N, that’s the moment you can answer you want to go home, get the rest of the night to rest and get rid of him. But do you want to?

Since the night started he had been nothing but nice to you. He had proved you wrong so far. The guy has shown himself as direct, funny, and attentive to details, you didn’t have to say a word about your discomfort. Not only has he notice as he didn’t make fun of it, maybe someone else would say it’s stupid, that you have no reason to feel like that or that it would pass soon. He just notice, understood, and left.

“Yeaaah… let’s go somewhere else!” you said smiling at him only to be met with an even wilder smile, then he nodded and went to his side of the car, as you were making your way to the door he stopped before opening his on looking at you above the car

“So… how do you feel about pizza?” he asked with a side characteristic smile, but hearing this you stopped and looked at him before nodding and smiling back.

One night Bruce was on another patrol night, things seemed quiet today, but this is never a good sign. Usually, it means three things:

Someone is planning and something bad is gonna happen in the next few days

Something bad is going to happen later

Or something bad is happening right now and he is not stopping it.

That’s when he hears it… an explosion, a big one. A few miles from where he is now. Well, it seems like it was number two.

After talking to Alfred, having the exact location, and making sure it wasn't just a distraction. He quickly got into his batmobile and drove the fast as he could to get there. It happened that one of Black Mask's clubs had been attacked, apparently, no one was hurt, but there was no one on the crime scene either. The building was still on fire but the firemen with Batman help the flames were extinguished. No longer after the fire was controlled you arrived at the scene. Apparently, your team had been called, to investigate what caused it.

“Hey!” you greeting him like you greet an old friend, and Bruce tried not to smile at that since it was funny how you weren’t intimidated by him like the others cops and didn’t repress your cheerful personality around him even knowing you weren’t getting a single reaction out of the bat.

“You never gonna guess who called me here,” you asked him with a smile and gave a pause probably for him to try to guess or say he had no clue (like anybody else would do) by seeing he just kept his eyes focused on his task not even showing a sign that you were there, like he was ignoring you but knew he was listening, he was just like that, knowing you wouldn’t get an answer from him you added “Black mask!”

As you said that, you knew you got his attention, he turned suddenly to look at you with what seemed an unbelieving expression (at least you think that is since this bloody mask cover most of his face) and you laugh at his reaction.

“Black mask called the police to investigate his own club?” Batman asked incredulously speaking with someone else the first time that night, e studied your face to any sign of a lie or a joke but you just laughed again and nodded

“Well… to be honest, it wasn’t exactly him, but some of his guys,” you said walking past him to investigate de crime scene as he was before and added while looking around “He seem really desperate to find out who did this to his club”

“And you gonna tell him when you find out?” you kept looking at some random wall with a smile on your face not missing to notice how he used the word ‘when’ and not an ‘if’, like he knew you would figure it by the end of the night

“You kidding me? Of course not” you said this time turning to him finding him standing in the exact same place as before just looking at you since the moment you turned around “You should have heard the phone call, he was screaming in the back, completely unsettled” you turned your attention back to the room looking for anything that could help you and noticed he started doing the same and you decided to continue the conversation as you both do your job. “He is definitely gonna kill who did it as soon as he found out. So I intend to keep that a secret, arrest the criminal and we gonna have to protect him from black mask”

Bruce smiled at your thought, he was turned back on you so he didn’t bother to hide it. He noticed the ‘WE gonna have to protect him’ he didn’t know or cared if you were referring to you and him or to the police, but he liked how of a team worker you were. Maybe someone else would kick him out of the scene since he is not a cop and isn’t officially allowed to be there. But you didn’t mind his help, by the fact you even liked it.

“Uuun great thinking! That’s the right thing to do” he briefly said in his usual deep voice looking around and you smiled soft at the compliment but keep your focus on the crime scene marking things as he was doing the same.

After some time in silence just studying the scene you weren’t talking anymore, you thought it uncomfortable to be in silence while there was another person around, it was weird to have two people in the same place and neither of you to say anything, but it was always like that with him. And it always ended on a one-side conversation with you just talking and he quietly just listen but also not complaining about it.

“You know… this place used to be a pizza place” you broke the silence still focused on something behind what seemed to be a destroyed counter “The pizza was horrible but it was cheaper than other places,” you said giggling a little remembering the time on your childhood when your brother would take you to a pizza place at least once a month since it was your favorite food. “I only eat here once and then it closed, didn’t know it became a club” and another moment of silence.

“I love pizza,” you said out of nowhere again only to break the silence. “It’s my favorite food, I know it’s silly and only like.. only kids have pizza as their favorite dish… But I’m a picky eater, as long as I have pizza, something sweet, and coffee... I’m happy”

Besides you had just left an Italian restaurant, he asked you knew any pizza place around since he didn’t know. Lie… he probably knew that neighborhood better than you but he wanted you to pick a place you liked.

“I don’t think you gonna like it,” you said quietly on the passenger seat fielding your hands and looking down

“I’m sure I’ll” he replied almost right away “As long as it has good food and you are comfortable I’m okay sure I’m gonna like it” he assured you

“It’s a small restaurant around the block, they have an amaaaazing pepperoni pizza,” you said excited exaggerating on the ‘amazing’ you saw him smile a little but soon you remembered who he was, he may be being just polite, or that's a trick he does to get girls or something, it really was a nice restaurant but it wasn’t the environment you expect to see Bruce Wayne in. “But.. Umm, is not fancy or anything” you warned him.

“It’s okay… I don’t mind” he assured you and to be honest you were expecting something in his face or his body language that could give away that he wasn’t so okay in the place as he says but there were no signs of a lie, he seemed really not giving a damn about how fancy the restaurant was. “And here between us…” he said taking his eyes away from the road and turning to you quickly “I don’t really like places like that. People are always staring at you waiting to see if you are gonna make some mistakes, they more worried if you pronounced the name of the dish right than their own life” he joked

You nodded because that's exactly how you felt when you guys got to the restaurant, but there was no way he could feel judged too… after all, he was one of them right

“Even if you are Bruce Wayne?” you asked turning to him and lifting one of your eyebrows

“Especially if you are Bruce Wayne” he answered giving a giggle and continuing “I don’t know… I feel like everyone is watching my every step, always having such high expectations about me, but really... they are just waiting for me to do something stupid to throw me under the train”

“You shouldn’t care about them”

“I don’t,” he said giving you a side smirk and you returned it. After some moments of pause, he asked “So… give me the adress.”

The restaurant was almost empty, you took a corner table and you were actually glad no one around seemed trigger about Bruce's presence there, everybody just minding their own business and if someone was paying attention to you two you haven't noticed.

The food has already arrived and you were now eating and talking.

And is funny how conversation just flows naturally, it was clear how the simple change of place made you more open. Like something simple as Bruce asking your favorite favor of pizza just so he could order it became a conversation about weird pizza toppings and suddenly you were talking about coffee and now back to the topic you guys were talking about in the car.

“Well… you can say you feel watched all the time, but you can say that people don’t treat you better because you are you.”

“Yeeah that’s the truth. But... “ Bruce started laughting but ended rubbing the back of his neck like he was nervous about what he was going to say next “I don’t like that” you looked at him confused “It’s weird, I feel like no one is beeing real you know?” and you nodded by noticing you were really paying attention to what he was saying “you know what… I will just stop, I’m just complaning for the sake of it”

“No no! I get it....” you said not noticing that all this time listening to him you were leaning your body closer to him slowly “I mean… I don’t get it exactly, of course, i live the exact opposite. But you have reasons to complain too, I guess rich people have problems too” you said in a joke tone the last part trying to light up the mood. turning your focus back to your slice of pizza.

“Thank you… by the way” he said cathing you in surprise turning to look at him with the slice o pizza still in your mouth and a confused expression, he laught at your sight and looked down to his lap while you placed the slice on the plate again before asking.

“For what exactly?”

“You didn’t…” he said rubbing the back of his neck (a habit he noticed now that he has been doing a lot around you) you confused look only seemed to grow but he continued “You didn’t treat me like them… actually… I think no one has ever messed with me like that before”

“Oooh C’mom with wasn’t that bad” you said whining and throwing your head back, and then rolling your eyes and laughing at his drama

“Yeah, it wasn’t” he agreed with you “I just like to bring that up to tease you,” he said drinking his soda “But… really… I like how things started despites our disagreements - it felt… I don’t know - real.” he added and seemed to regret his words almost immediately, you didn’t know why, but you knew you were liking to see this side of Bruce Wayne, he was really open to show you a side of him you didn’t know existed and you could feel his apprehension but passing through it.

Bruce was cursing himself at every work that came out of his mouth. He was feeling vunerable , he had never beeing so open in his life. But to be honest, he wanted to be able to talk to you for years now, not even in a romantic way, just talk like friends do, have someone real besides Alfred that he could just talk and maybe be himself, not Batman, not Bruce Wayne… just Bruce. And there was something so natural about this moment, like two friends sitting in a normal restaurant eating their dinners with their hands and talking about whatever. And yeah… that was nice.

“Well… in that case. You’re welcome. Let me know if you need someone to insult your intellectual again.” and you both laugh like some long-time friends.

After exiting the restaurant, Bruce mentioned that he saw an ice cream truck on the way and asked if you wanted to have some. And beeing honest the night wasn’t going so bad, you still had some things you wanted to talk about and on top of that, you couldn’t say no to dessert. You accepted and you walked side by side toward the ice cream truck. But there was something you couldn't get out of your head and decided to express your thoughts out loud.

“Is that why you asked to this…” you were trying to ask him something important but in the middle of the phrase you couldn't put together what was this… was this a date? just dinner? are two soon-to-be friends getting to know each other?

“Date?” he tried to complete for you but wearing an expression as confused as yours

“Is this a date?”

“I mean… you want it to be a date?” at this he stopped walking and looked at you waiting for the answer you stopped too but you didn’t know what to say. For you this was almost like a blind date, you were going out with a guy you barely knew, yes you were having fun but that doesn't have to mean that this has to go somewhere right?!

“I don’t know… I guess it is a date right?” and he just nodded and smiled looking at his foot but then went back to walking.

“But your gonna have to be more specific about your first question,” he said as you guys arrived at the truck and you stopped your current conversation to order the ice cream, you ordered your favorite flavor and Bruce asked for the same one as you did. He pointed with his head to a bank in the street where you both could seat, enjoy your ice cream, and continuing the conversation. You seated and you started devouring your ice cream completely focused on your current task that was to enjoy the ice cream you totally forgot about the conversation. “So…” and Bruce was the one to break the silence.

“Oww yeah - I was asking the reason you asked me on this… date” he looked confused to you, but really Bruce thought what the hell should I say now, but you completed “I mean… back at the restaurant when you said that I didn’t treat you different, is that why you asked me?” you asked non-stopping eating

“Yes…I mean not exactly but it could be one of the reasons I guess” he said a little shy but for some reason, you were getting angrier because once again your head started concluding things and you weren't liking the conclusions you were getting.

“Oooh! I see… is this like one of those things that a guy is used to have everything handed to him and then boom he meets someone who doesn't do that and he is suddenly interested, cause he sees it as a challenge right? Do you see me as a challenge Bruce?”

“What? No? That’s not it at all”

“Are you so used to have everything you want that you couldn't stand the fact that you wouldn't get something?” you were angry now and Bruce noticed

“Will you stop please?” he said annoyed and for the first time this night or since you meet him, you notice he was indeed annoyed but frustrated.

And he really was, Bruce was starting to get tired, is like nothing he could do or say was enough, you were always going to find a way to get angry, and try to find ways to make him fit in the stereotype of him you had made in your mind. He was trying so hard, still has not enough. He would always be the arrogant rich guy, who worries about shoes and cars, that couldn’t stand the idea of beeing rejected or something. Honestly with was frustrated.

You stopped by noticing his change of behavior.

“Will you let me speak now?” he said still in an annoyed tone and you just nodded he took that as a sign to continue “Yes, it intrigued me the way you treated me. Like I said before I don’t like when people treat me different just because of who I’m or how much money I have, honestly I think this is stupid.” he stopped for a few seconds to calm his voice and look at your face expecting you to say something, noticing you wouldn't say anything now the continued calmer

“But that hasn’t the only reason I asked you out. Definitely, it wasn’t for the challenge. I don’t know exactly why I did okay? It was a sudden thought. I thought you were interest, attractive, real, definitely different than any other girl I know… I just wanted to get to know you better, and see how it goes”

Wow... You could tell he was beeing honest, with no signs of lie or manipulation. He was actually Interest, real, different, and attractive… You could leave the attractive part for later, right now you were focused on his last sentence.

“You really just wanted to get to know me?”

“Yeah… Did I tell you right? Soon-to-be-friends? We have to be friends first before being something else right?” there was a pause and he took a long deep breath “Look… I don’t want to push you to anything or whatever. I’m not planning on just sleeping with you or start a relationship right now.” he said and you noticed his ice cream melting on his hand, but that didn’t seem to bother him, he was to focus on trying to make you see his point “Just want to spend some time and know you better, hope you can get to know me too. But I need your cooperation with that… What do you say?”

“Yeaaaah, I think I can cooperate with that,” you said giving him a small smile which he returned “And your ice cream is all melted now”

“Yes…” he said noticing how sticky his fingers were now and shook his hand while looking for something to get clean “and who fault is that?” he joked

“Definitely not mine, you were the one holding it”

“Yeah but you were the one who distracted me”

“I have no control over that… totally your fault” he giggled and you started looking at something in your purse that could help him, and when you found a napkin you handed it to him “Here! Take it”

“Thank you,” he said while trying to clean his hand and now you too sitting in the same bank you were close and you took some time to study him for like… the third time of the night, you couldn't help, you just like watching people and wonder what they are feeling.

You couldn’t help but get that familiar feeling again, something about him made you feel more comfortable, there was the familiar feeling you couldn’t quite place. But you let your mind go to other ways.

This Bruce Wayne you were talking to right now was different, more emotional, honest, more… real - than the one you expected to see. It got you questioning why he wasn't like that all the time, why he let Gotham portraited him like a rich playboy. The media only showed a drunk guy getting to trouble, or the guy spotted with a different girl every week. Well... he never denied anything.

“So… which one is the real Bruce then?” you asked catching his attention, he looked at you with a neutral face but you could see some microexpressions of fear… or was it surprise? you couldn't tell for sure.

What does she mean by that? what does she know?

“The one the media shows or the one I’m talking to right now?”

Besides trying to keep a neutral face Bruce had a shy smile on his lips and turned his look to the ground.

“uuumm - it depends… which one you like the most?” he tried to detour the conversation giving you a flirtatious answer.

To be honest, this was all quite scary for him, it was new to be that open with someone and the conversation was turning a little too personal for his liking, despite being glad that you were finally seeing his different side of him, was still kind of scare. This wasn’t in his plans. When he became batman, he didn’t plan to meet someone he actually wished to see the real him.

Honestly… Bruce’s head is just a mess.

“Oww smooth... I see… so you just pretend to be what you imagined the girl would like to see” you said in a joking tone “Is that your secret to get the girls Mr. Wayne?” you really didn1t believe that, you could see he was beeing real, the Bruce Wayne version you were seeing today didn’t look at all like the guy in the media, he didn’t seem like a guy who buys a hotel so that his girlfriends of the night would take a swim in the fountain.

He was the guy who made generous donations, who helped kids with his money, who made anonymous donations to the police, who took you to eat pizza in a local restaurant, who noticed you were uncomfortable and left the place right away. There were no signs of lie or manipulation when he talked or did these things, you could tell he was beeing real.

“What? No"

“Relax... I’m only joking. I can tell which one is real”

“Aaah yeah! I forgot you have “detective superpowers”

“Detective superpowers?” you laugh

“Yeah like you said before… that you can look at someone and see if they are lying. Like a human lie detector,” he said dramatically and you could tell he was teasing you since it would be the third time that time you explained that to him.

“I’m not a lie detector” you exclaimed loudly hitting him softly in his arm “It’s science”

“Yeah...sure.. science,” he said sarcastically “Watching someone behavior and be able to guess how they are feeling... That’s sound like a superpower to me” you had no idea how ironic this sentence is, and Bruce had to hold himself to not laugh as his own words.

“So call it a superpower then,” you said giving up on that topic “It helps on the job so… I’ll take it as a compliment”

“It is a compliment,” he said almost immediately and there was no more playing tone in his voice he was seriously looking into your eyes “I think you a brilliant detective,” he said holding his stare on you, you quickly looked down suddenly getting frustrated and feeling really great.

Compliment your appearance was okay. When someone said they liked your personality it was fine. But things got completely different when it comes to your job. You always worked so hard and put so much effort into your job that beeing praised for your job was the real compliment. It may sound completely crazy, and it probably is. But beeing told you are a ‘brilliant detective’ is way more satisfying than hearing ‘you look good tonight’

“Thank you Bruce!” you gave him a genuine smile and turned your eyes to his. It was probably the first time the night you said his name and he didn’t miss to notice it. You just stayed like that for a few seconds looking at each other in comfortable silence. The tension was pulling you to him but Bruce was still reluctant to not cross any line.

Then suddenly your phone ring took both of your attention. You both weirdly distanced each other not noticing until now how close you were, and Bruce cleaned his throat.

“Just a second,” you said taking your purse and looking at your phone he just nodded and he could think he was guessing things but at the same, he felt his vibrate in his pocket. You saw Jim’s contact flesh on your screen and cursed at it… damn it must be something important “I’m sorry I have to take it, give a minute”

“Of course!” he assured you and you got up from the bench taking some distance.

Bruce took the time you went to answer do call to check his phone. He was right.. it had vibrated and there was a message of Alfred blinking on the screen, meaning a Batman emergency.

Alfred: Something happening on Arkham

What great timing bad guys! Congratulations! Out of every night in the existence of humanity, they had to pick this one…

When he saw you coming back with your phone on hands he put his back in his pocket and looked at you who was already wearing an apologetic look.

“I’m really sorry! But I’m gonna have to call it for the night” you said putting your phone back in your purse.

“Ohh okay! Is everything all right? Did something happen?”

“Umm, something just came up at work... and I guess they need me or something! I have to go to the station”

“It sounds serious! Is everything all right?” someone please give an oscar to this man. Bruce asked played worried after all you were a cop on your day off beeing called at the station with urgent, any normal civilian especially a civilian in Gotham should sound worried.

“I’ll figure out! But I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about” you said trying to ensuring him. The moment you finished your sentence a light turned on in the shy and both of you looked up to see the bat signal shining in the cloudy sky. What a timing “Yeah… nothing to worry…” you said now sarcastically

“Well… tell sounds really serious!” it looked like both of you needed to get to the same place now, and he was already late “C’mon! I’ll give a ride”

“You don’t ha-”

“C’mon Y/N! The car is right around the corner! Let’s go” he said interrupting you and already walking to the car you followed him. Without failing to notice that this was the first time he spoke your first name.

The ride to the station was short and Bruce drove fast, you both barely had time to talk, only beeing able to talk about the pizza and how horribly the night started and how it turned to a pleasant surprise before you arrived at the police station. And he stopped the car.

You were getting ready to exit grabbing your purse and your jacket.

“Thank you for tonight! I actually had a lot of o fun, I must say… you really surprised me” you said looking at him he turned to you.

“Umm - your welcome, but actually I should thank you for accepting in the first place”

“Well, you wouldn’t leave alone so...” you joked and he giggled a little

“Yeah… I’m sorry about that”

“Don’t worry- you were excused the moment you bought pizza and ice cream” you joked again and turned your head to the big sign in the sky reminding you you had to be quick “I’m sorry we had to end it earlier”

“It’s okay the duty calls you” and me too

“I hope next time we can have more time,” you said with a teasing smile before leaving the car and closing the door, without even a second the windows went down and Bruce led to ask

“Wait… Next time?” you gave him a teasing smile

To be honest Bruce wasn’t expecting much of tonight. The beginning had been a disaster and despite the rest of the night been genuinely great, he wasn’t expecting you to want to continue. Maybe the pizza and something sweet thing you told Batman last year worked. But the coffee was still missing And he definitely wasn’t expecting you to suggest you should have the next time.

“Yeah- let’s do this again!” you said winking at him “I’ll text you later” you added before storming into the station.

Bruce stood there in shock for some milliseconds before starting the car and driving away. After all, it's not just you who have to job to do tonight.

Chapter 5

So that was the date... It took me so long to write it, and we will be seeing more Batman x reader interactions.

Hope you liked it and let me know what you think + if you want to be tagged

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[karmic-toast]

Ayaka's Little Sis Pt.3

Part 1

Good Ending

Alternative Ending (Thoma)

"Hey, Y/n. Ya doing ok?"

Thoma's light hearted voice appeared behind you.

You only bury your head deeper between your knees.

"Ayaka and Ayato have been really worried about you since you didn't return home earlier."

You feel Thoma's presence besides you.

'Good' you think to yourself.

"Please Y/n say something."

"Go away." you mumble.

"No."

You respected Thoma for his confidence and persistence, but sometimes it was very annoying.

"Fine. I'm jealous okay? Jealous of some stupid boy for a stupid reason."

"I know."

You look up and Thoma shivers. Your eyes were glittering with murder.

"Then. Why. Did. You. Ask. Me."

You would never act this way with anybody but Thoma.

He was the only person you felt could tell him everything.

Well almost everything.

"I guess I just wanted to hear it for myself. Y/n don't let that 'stupid boy' ruin your life. You control your own feelings as you are responsible for them. Sure, people might say or do mean things but the way you react is up to you."

A few seconds of silence goes by until Thoma starts hearing sniffles.

He opens his arms and you melt into his warm embrace.

You felt his strong, big muscular arms wrap around you-.

Wait a minute...

What?!

A fierce blush blooms upon your face.

When did you start having such thoughts?

"Y/n, do you feel ok? You look like you have a fever."

"I-i uuhhhh, arms."

Your brain was going haywire.

"Uh can I speak to Y/n?" A new voice arrives.

Thoma's arms wrap tighter around you.

"She's occupied right now."

"Y/n can I speak to you." The voice said more confidently.

You take a deep breath reflecting on the advice Thoma had given you and said "Yes I would like to talk to you too, Aether"

TBC

Hehe, I gotchu!

C'mon, I'm not that cruel enough to leave cruel cliff hangers.

I think.

Thoma lets you go and you stood eye to eye with Aether.

"Lets talk somewhere private." He says gently.

Even though you knew he did nothing wrong, there was still a part of you that resented him.

Deep breaths. Stay calm.

Aether leads you to a near bye cliff with a bright moon in the bg.

He sits down and gestures you to do the same.

Hesitantly, you sit next to him and looked up at the moon.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

"Aren't you supposed to be with Ayaka?" you reply coldly.

"Is this what you were mad about?" Aether gently squeezes your hand.

You look away, then admitted, "Maybe..."

"Well, don't worry about that. I don't share the same feelings for Ayaka."

Your eyes widen and you looked up in shock.

How could he not like Ayaka?

She was sweet, respectful, the most perfect girl you've ever met.

"It's because I like another girl, and that girl... is you."

You sit there in a shocked state, numb of any feelings.

Shouldn't you feel happy?

Aether was your crush after all.

But something felt wrong.

Aether closes his eyes and leans in for a kiss.

Panicking, you push him away, a bit harsher than you meant.

He opens his eyes, clearly hurt.

"What? I thought we... had feelings."

"I'm sorry but I've realized now, I love someone else."

"Huh? Hey, wait!"

You quickly escape the atmosphere you created and returned back to Thoma.

"What's wrong. Did Aether do something?"

Without replying, you snuggle your head into his chest.

Yes, Thoma was who you truly loved.

Wow.

This one is even worse than the 'good ending' TwT

Well I hope I made you happy!

#kamisato #kamisato clan #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayaka #ayaya #aether #thoma x reader #genshin impact #y/n #angst #fluff #inazuma #the end

[dystopia-fantasy]

Always read the job description -Part 1

Max was a fit, well built man. He had been body building since he was 14 and now In his early 40s he has the body of a god, but is slowly getting to the age when he needs to find another way to make money. He knows he can't take part in his competitions anymore, and needs to take it easy. He got great grades in school and college, proving people wrong that you can't be a nerd in a jock body.

Max had some money saved and was able to keep up on bills for a few months but needed a job to keep his large house, in the rich area of the city. He got a call from a business he applied to a couple of days ago, telling him to go in for an interview tomorrow, and if it goes well he will be sent straight on a trip for the company. He gets his new blue suit ready to be worn the next day.

The morning arrives, it's 5am, and Max wakes. He does his normal morning routine, making breakfast, working out, taking a shower, then gets his suit on ready for his early morning interview. Driving to the office building in the middle of New York, it's at least 50 stories high, and is made of mostly glass, and is one of the newest modern builds in the city.

On arrival a large man in his late 60s wearing a suit greets him, "hello sir, you must be max, Sir Mammon is on his way down to collect you, may I say what an amazing suit you have on today".

Max looks the man up and down, seeing the man's huge belly flowing out from under his dress shirt, showing a massive W shape, "thanks mate, you might want a bigger shirt" then points to his belly.

"sorry if I offended you sir, but all clothing has been chosen by Sir Mammon himself" Mammon is the big boss of the business "if you would like to make a complaint I can print you a form".

Max laughs, "No thanks, I'm gonna sit over there, tell Mammon im there".

"will do sir, have a great day" the man says while max walks away paying no more attention to him.

About 15 minutes later a young handsome slender man walks over. "Max is it?" He says behind Max.

"yes.." max says confused.

"I'm Mammon, nice to meet you" he smiles holding his hand out for a shake.

"oh hello Mammon, is wasn't expecting someone so young, no offence of course" max shaking his hand.

Mammon let's out a little laugh, with a little grin "it's ok max, people don't expect someone like me to own such a remarkable company like this one would you like to follow me, we can go up to my office, this is Mark by the way, he's my Butler". Mark is another large man aged around 50, he has a massive belly stuffed into his suit, hes huffing and puffing, like he ran a marithon, "don't mind him, most of my staff are..."

Max cuts him off "fat?"

They both laugh, "you could say that Max" the elevator arrives and they all walk in, "now max, you did read the whole advertisement correct?".

Max didn't, it's was 48 pages long, who would read it all? He just looked at the wage he would get, it started at $100,000 per month. "Yes, I did".

"that's good, most guys are more keen to keep their body's but I guess if your struggling you'll do anything."

Max now confused just nod's and watches though the glass elevator as they fly up to the top floor.

"where here sir" Mark the butler says peacefully in his British accent.

They walk into the room, and Mammon sits at his desk pouring himself a glass of wisky, and Max one too. Max looks around in aww, the room was covered in art work, with the walls painted in golds and whites and had its own bar. "How do you have all this money?" Max asked.

"a mix of many things, this company, and a few investments paid for this whole building, I have many other ways but we're not here for that." Mammon points at the seat," take a seat max" Max sits the chair is made from leather and is very comfy. "So, max, I've gone through your file, I think you're perfect for the job."

"so, does that mean I have the job?" Max replies confused, expecting to be asked a question.

"well yes, if you agree to the terms"

"terms?" Max still confused.

"well yes, you expect to be paid 10times the amount the normal person for this job without any terms or conditions?"

"well I didn't know.." Max gets cut off.

"Max let me simplify them for you. You sacrifice your body to the company, and in trade you get, $100k X the amount you weigh paid into your account per month, So if you weigh 450lbs, you get $450k a month."

"what the fuck? That's sick, I'm not doing that, I'm leaving" and with that Max got up from the chair and stood face to face with Mammon, with the desk all that is separating them. "Your sick, you fa**ot".

With that Mammon's eyes glow a bright red. "I'm a what?" Max got through back against the chair by an invisible force. "Max you could have just left with your freedom, but now look what you've gotten yourself into".

"Let me go, What the fuck?" Max says while traped against that chair, it chreeking with the force of his muscle.

"I'm a fucking demon max, I'm never going to 'let you go'" he took a second break to mock max, "now, what did you say? Fa**ot, was it?".

"fuck, I didn't mean it" the force pins him down harder, trapping his arms against the leather chair arms, and pushing his legs against the underboard. "Please let me go home, I won't do it again."

"shut up max, the process is already starting".

Max looks down to see his body deflating, his pecs turning from mountain peaks to a flat surface, his giant powerful arms turning weak and light. And then looking up he sees a whole new man infront of him.

"Not as big as I thought I would get, but boy I'm big" he took a break to admire his new giant arms and pecs.

"what the?" Max looks in confusion, "how did you do that? Give me them back".

"what are you gonna do max? I'm an infinitely powerful being and you, your an old man, or at least your going to be."

"I'm only 42, what do you mean, going to be?"

"you see I don't have my infinite life span on earth, so to stay alive and in this fit body, I absorb anything a guy has and I want. In your case, these massive muscles, but then I need to absorb their life force as well, in order to make sure I don't age."

"what do you mean life force?"

"well, you have roughly 50 years, worth of life left, I'll drain about 20 years leaving you in your future crippled body at around age 60, force you to work for the company for another 20 years, then when your 80 drain the rest of your life, which after you get fat won't be much, then you got to hell."

"man your sick, let me go, LET ME GO!".

A bright red light shoots from Peters hand enveloping Max's whole body, and he starts to age, his face wrinkling, skin dropping, eye sight worsening, hearing getting muffled, and mind changing a little. "Max, you ok old man?".

"yes sir" max was confused in his mind, why did he say sir?

"max, you ready for your Cruise? You can have tones of food for the next 6 months."

"Yes sir, I'm ready" max lifts his head, opening his eyes to see a new blurry room from his new old eyes.

"you're gonna need these from now on" Peters eyes glow and a new pair of glasses appear on Max's face he can now see clear.

"thank you... Sir", max blinks seeing Peter infront of him, "what have you, done to me".

"Max, I've turned you into the perfect office worker, old, brainiac, who is soon going to get fat and live the rest of his life, in an office chair for me, don't worry for accomodation you live here now, we have apartments on floor 30 to 40, all workers live here, it's policy, we have also sent a team to your house to, well, blow it up, that way nobody is going to be looking for you, becuase we can plant a body"

"give me... My.... Body back, give me... My.. life back."

"Max we both know that will never happen, now enjoy a life of gluttony, and prepare yourself for hell, that's gonna be worse then anything I can do to you." Peter snaped his fingers and a red glow enveloped max.

Recovering from the glow max sees two men infront of him with a trolly of sorts between them. "Is he awake" one says,

"I don't know" said the other.

"im- awake" max said in a much older raspy voice.

"good we can now start the feeding" the man on the left said, his body as muscled as a god, ripped from head to toe, and we can see everything.

Max rubs his eyes under his glasses and opens them again, "Fucking hell, put some clothes on both of you".

Both men where nude, one a ripped god, another muscled up but with a big gut. "Clothes are banned here mate" the beefy man said in a type of Australia accent, "you cant say much fella, look at that tiny pecker".

The men laughed pointing at Max's shriveled up old cock and low hanging balls, "what the fuck"max tries to move his arm to cover him but his arm doesn't move, he looks down to see him stuck in a chair, with a cut out hole under his ass, and straps tying him down, trapping him. "What... Are you gonna do to me?" Max asked sceared.

The men laughed at him again, "no need to act to sceared, we're here to feed you for the next 6 months".

"but... Sir said..." Max get cut off.

"he said you'd be going on a cruise? Fucking hell are you dumb? He's a demon, you shouldn't trust a demon" The muscled guy says.

"bro let's start the feeding we have 50 other guys to see and I wanna watch football Tonight." The beefy guys says, and in unison both their eyes glowed a bright red, showing they where demons too.

The trolly between them had several items on top, one long tube, which floated in the air for a few moments before shoving itself down maxes nostril and deep into his stomach, his head flipped back trying to wriggle it out, but it was stuck. Another item moved into his frame, a IV bag holder, holding a giant barrel type object made of glass, and two large bags floated of the table again and started to drain into the barrel, and the tube connected itself to it, starting a flow of the liquid into maxes stomach.

"done" the beffy guy said. "Now we'll be back tomorrow to refill your barrel, and clean you up if you make a mess, but youll basically be unconscious for the next 6 months, due to the drugs were feeding you."

"so enjoy your sleep mate, you'll litterally wake up a different man." The two men laughed and walked out, max tried fighting the restraints but in his crippled form could do nothing. The door slammed and locked, and the room fell dark, max screamed begging into the darkness to be let free, and to have his life back, which he had only an hour before, but nothing happened, nobody came. He felt the drugs taking effect, but tried to fight back, but it was useless, his body slumped and loosened. His mind fell blank as he drifted of into his 6 month hibernation.

[love-hatred-stuff]

>>>part.1 ;; >>>part.3(coming soon)

Title: partners in crime pt.2 } Jin-young [got7]

feat. Ok Taecyeon [2pm] & Kwak Dong-yeon

-> ^Vincenzo^

genre: mafia au

warning: mentions of killing/violence and weapons, a bit suggestive

word count: 1.6k

Third person's POV

It was the next day and already evening. Jinyoung and you had ended the last mission successfully, like always.

Right now you were on your way to your boss, you were about to have dinner with him. So you could talk about things that needed to be handled. But you had a pretty close relationship, so you also talked about private things often.

Taecyeon was ruthless and a little psychotic, but you know him for over ten years now and you were used to his sometimes heartless and violent behaviour.

Although he was unpredictable, he was kind of your role model when it was about business.

He was one of the most successful secret mafia bosses in this world, and of course this had its reasons.

But you cared way more about people's lifes than he did. He even threatened to kill his own brother, even though Dongyeon was always loyal to him.

But when Taecyeon didn't like the ideas of his brother or he wouldn't success in something, he would be punished right away. By the only relative he had left.

You got out of the car that had brought you to the disguised company that was unofficially leaded by Taecyeon. His brother was the official face of it, but everyone in your gang knew, he was just the puppet of the boss.

Then you used the elvator to reach one of the high floors faster. Exiting when you arrived and heading to the large office of him.

You knocked but didn't waited for an answer, since you never did that.

But this time you catched the two brothers; the younger one being pressed on his chair aggressively by the older.

And that wasn't all; Taecyeon was holding a knife against his siblings throat, who had tears welling up in his fear filled eyes.

You could tell at the younger's posture as well, he was scared to death.

You shook your head in disagreement and disappointment.

You were aware of the fact that this wasn't the first time, you boss had threatened to kill him with his own hands. But you respected the other one too, so you wouldn't let that happen.

Taecyeon's eyes found your body that slowly entered the room but he didn't dare to loosen up the grip he had on the other young male, who's gaze wasn't moving away from his brother because he was too scared to do anything wrong.

You let out a 'tsk' and continued to shake your head until you spoke up and stopped you movements, looking at the dangerous scene that was going on.

"Taecyeon, please. Let this poor boy be. What did he do this time to deserve this, huh?" You were asking for a good reason.

But his look only made its way to the terrified face a few inches in front of him now. He smiled, making him look like a psychopath.

"Tell her, brother. What did you mess up this time?" His voice was not rough, he intended on just getting a answer out of him, a knife at his throat was enough, he didn't had to be loud, as well.

You huffed in disbelief. He really wanted to do this in front of you.

The younger began shaking a choking out individual words, but definitely not a complete sentence.

Taecyeon got impatient and growled at him.

"In a whole fucking sentence." He the sharp thing pressed more against the other's flesh, cutting him successfully and letting a bit of blood flood out.

Dongyeon hissed in pain and a single tear ran down his cheek.

You thought he now had crossed the line and stepped a few steps towards them.

"Teac, stop now." Your eyes diggered in his like the knife he had pressed against the younger's neck.

And so your boss finally threw the knife elsewhere and let out a sigh.

His brother's heart hitted like a drum. Of course he was scared of the man that had killed his whole family.

The tall man turned around to keep himself under control as long as you were in the room. But he still wouldn't let go so easy, he hadn’t got a proper answer from his puppet yet.

"Now, Dongyeon. Answer now or I will show you that I don't care when someone is watching." He threatened and looked outside the glass wall.

The male, who still sat there, completely zoned out, looking a bit traumatised, now opened his mouth in hope to be able to form a sentence this time.

"I offered to take care of this company. So it wouldn't be a burden anymore." He stammered.

You smiled, proud at him and approached his seat, earning a scared gasp of him. You stopped immediately, not wanting to terrify him even more.

"Why not, Taec? Let him take care of this building. He learnt a lot from you. And you are still in control. No reason to be angry about. He just wants to help." You spoke to your boss, making him turn back around.

He gave you a grin. He liked you and maybe you were right. So he nodded in agreement, letting it go finally.

Then his gaze went to his brother again, stepping up to him.

And the fear in the man's eyes was back. You were watching and ready to make a move.

"Good, brother. Do a good job. Otherwise it will have consequences, understand?" He asked him.

Dongyeon nodded fastly, tremling under his intense gaze.

You realised under how much pressure he was because of his not so gentle older brother.

"No, Taecyeon. He will do his best, it's human to make mistakes and have failures. Don't expect your brother to make or have none." You made clear and made sure to keep a straight face while looking at him.

"Sure." He gave in. "Go home, Dongyeon. Get some rest." He told him, before getting over to the table and sitting himself down.

You were feeling bad for his younger brother. So you hugged him as you saw how much he struggled to just get up from his seat. He was so surprised but also scared that Taecyeon wouldn't want him to have physical contact with you.

In private the older had always claimed you as his, he remembered.

The man in your arms looked in his brothers eyes, checking his reaction. Of course Teacyeon did not enjoy seeing that, but he kept silent and began eating.

After some good seconds you let him go and he disappeared out of the room fastly.

You sighed.

"Let him rest more, Taec. He needs a break from you." You said while going over to your own seat.

"No, I need his face, to keep mine a secret." He refused.

You were getting angry at his impulsive behaviour.

"Hear me out, boss. Either you will be more friendly to him, or this will have consequences. I want him to have a clear mind when he handles things that involve our safety."

Taecyeon rose an eyebrow. He liked playing with you, too bad you were a good player too.

"What do have in mind for him? Will you make him submit to you and fuck him?" He tried to surprise you with his choice of words.

But you didn't even look up from you food.

"No, I'm not interested in that. I only want him to feel safe and not terrified of you. Stop threatening him, or I will threathen you." You cold voice filled the room.

"You impress me every single time, baby. But I wanted you to come here to ask you if you are still satisfied with Young's abilities." He stated, talking about business now.

"Yes, don't worry, Taec." You assured him and gave him a simple smile.

He leaned back while letting out a comfortable moan.

"You are truly the only one that never disappointed me. You are so fierce. Why won't you be my actual girlfriend?" He suggested, convinced you would obey him perfectly.

"I don't think that's a good idea. You shouldn't get romantic feelings for me, Taecyeon. I'm the wrong person for that." You confessed truthfully.

"No, no. Don't think that. I just want to call you mine already. People keep asking me about it and I'm tired of liying. It's decided already, little one. As you said, I'm in control and today I'm not in the mood to compromise or tolerate another protest. Do I made myself clear?" He checked for your answer.

You gulped. Even if you had a chance against him in a physical way, you could never win completely, if he didn't want you to.

"Yes. But I'm not your girlfriend to satisfy any of your sexual needs. I'm here to work, that's all I want."

He smiled at you words. He would be surprised to hear you tell him the opposite. And he respected that. Even if he would gladly accept it if you would change your mind.

"That's all I want for now, too." He replied while wearing a mischievous grin on his lips.

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