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[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

november with you | kylian mbappé (part i/iii)

kylian mbappé x original female character [+18]

synopsis: alice has been living in paris for a year, she found a perfect job and a perfect boyfriend in this city, but the cold of november is bringing back old memories she wishes she could forget. warnings: established relationship; mentions of cheating; angst; smut; domestic fluff; i have never been to france; minors dni.

(this is a sequel to the french exit, but can be read as standalone)

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Part I — Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

“Tonight with words unspoken

You say that I'm the only one

But will my heart be broken?”

“Don't laugh.”

“Why would I laugh?” Kylian asks, already laughing.

Alice tried to keep a straight face when looking at him, but she only has love in her eyes. Her boyfriend had a boyish smile on his face and it's a look that never failed to soften her heart.

“Alright, get your giggles out… But this is serious!” She says softly, holding back a smile.

The blonde held up her phone, displaying a picture of their cat to Kylian. Then, with her impeccably manicured finger, painted in a beautiful maroon color, she swiped to the next photo, which was nearly identical but featured the cat in a slightly different pose.

"Which one do you think I should post?" Alice asks. Her eyes, filled with curiosity, were fixated on him.

Kylian burst into laughter, reaching for her hand and the phone she was holding. He pulled her onto his lap, studying the pictures more carefully.

“Wait, let me see…” He says. He analyzes the pics with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, his playful smile never leaving his face.

The three of them – Alice, Kylian and Renoir, the cat – were in the living room of their shared apartment, sitting on their spacious, inviting couch. Outside, it was raining in Paris. The soft rain was casting a serene and cozy atmosphere over the home.

"I'm sharing it on my private account," Alice says. She’s staring at her nails as she speaks. A hint of something more weighed on her mind, and Kylian easily understood her unspoken thoughts.

"This one," he decided, "this one's just right."

He handed her the phone, and a smile spread across her face as she promptly shared the picture for her closest friend to see.

When Alice Morgan-Webber started dating Kylian Mabappé, the French media couldn't get enough of her. Once they made it official, it was like every news outlet fell head over heels for the couple. You couldn't escape their faces: it was printed everywhere. It felt as if the entire City of Love was cheering for their romance. Her stunning looks and magnetic charm had Kylian's fans from all over the world captivated. 

Being an American socialite, the attention she received inevitably turned into numerous magazine covers and fashion editorial features. Alice, who was already working at a fashion magazine, became a part-time model and a world-wide influential it-girl, all thanks to the apparent modern-day fairy tale she was living.

The thing about people is – they tend to lose interest when they see someone's face as often as the Parisians saw Alice’s. It wasn't long before the rumors began. Even though she knew they would come, Alice wasn't thrilled to hear them. People couldn't stop talking about one thing in her new relationship – how incredibly fast she had moved on after calling off her engagement.

The terms “cheating” and “affair” started to show up more and more in articles written about the couple.

Kylian comforted her, assuring her that the media's attention would soon shift to the next manufactured scandal. He eased her worries, pointing out that there were no witnesses to their supposed ‘love crime’.

"David knew I was seeing someone else…" She admitted, her anxiety rising at the idea of the true story of how they met being exposed.

"Baby, stop stressing about it. That’s not the kind of thing a man shares. He won’t speak to the media." Kylian gently smoothed out the lines forming on her forehead and gave her a soft kiss there.

But that was over a month ago. Now, it’s November, the autumn leaves are falling and the chilly wind is making Alice start to stress over different things.

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"I've been living in Paris for a year now," Alice says to Clara, her coworker and dear friend. "I knew it would take me a while to adapt, but now I feel like I'm back to square one."

They were in the meeting room of the magazine, having just finished a meeting. The two of them were used to staying a little longer to chat before returning to their desks. Working for a prestigious fashion magazine was exciting, but there were days when it felt like any regular desk job.

However, Alice had no interest in rushing back to her cubicle. She was worried. Alice looked out one of the large, modern glass windows in the room. "I feel like just as much of an outsider as when I first got here," she admitted. Her days were blending with the memories of when she had first arrived. Back then, she had a diamond engagement ring on her finger and dreams bigger than what real life could offer. It hadn't taken long for the chill, blue weather of France to affect her heart. It had taken Kylian quite a while to warm it up once again. Now, Alice was concerned that the weather was cooling her spirits. She didn't want to feel blue, not after making so much progress.

Clara nodded, trying to show her support. “But just because it may feel the same, doesn’t mean it is the same. Everybody knows you now, chéri, you’re a celebrity!” Clara hugged her friend, trying to cheer her up. “Let’s have dinner together, you need a girl’s night out!” 

Her friend is kind and well-intentioned, but there was a deeper feeling, a sense of not quite belonging, that Clara seemed to struggle to fully understand.

As her shift came close to its end, Alice found herself staring at her laptop, her thoughts drifting away. Kylian was in another country for a Champions League game – a chill ran down her spine as she remembered how David used to leave her alone for days without a word. Now she knew for sure he had another woman. Determinedly, she tried to dispel the intrusive thoughts from her mind. Kylian is working, she knows that. And Clara is right, this time is different. Alice blamed her insecurity and anxiety on her hormones and pushed forward with her day.

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"You smell so good," Kylian mumbled with his face buried in Alice's hair. He had just walked in the door and immediately enveloped her in his arms. "Why do you smell so good?"

Alice could barely speak through her giggles. "I smell the same, silly!" She almost missed his reply, his voice muffled as he showered her with kisses.

"Maybe I just miss you too much."

Peaches, Kylian thought. His baby always smells like peaches. It’s cold November but she always smells like his favorite summer memories. They had been apart for no more than 48 hours, but the moment they were finally allowed to hug each other again, they both shared a profound sense of relief.

Alice takes a moment to appreciate her boyfriend. His beauty. She stares at his face, making sure all her favorite details are still there. He’s really a sight to behold, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks warming. Even after all this time, just the sight of him was enough to make her blush.

When he takes her to their bedroom, their love den, she takes off his shirt in a hurry. She feels an instinctual need to see him – to admire him. She can’t help but reduce his athletic body to its aesthetic. Alice is a first hand witness to the sacrifices he makes to have that physique, but in the moment of pleasure, she could swear he was hand-sculpted by the gods themselves.

“I missed you too…” She confesses in a whisper, like he wasn’t sure of it already. 

It’s with devotion that they start to touch each other. With a passion that can only come from a strong bond. Kylian lifts her, wrapping her leg around his hips and finally kissing her on the lips. A guttural moan escapes him – every neuron on his brain was focused on the taste of her lips. 

There is nothing in the world quite like coming home to the one you love. And being received with such care, Kylian wondered what he did to deserve this much happiness.

“I love you.” He kisses her again. “I love coming home to you.” Another kiss. He gently lays her on the bed. Alice’s legs are still holding him close, she can feel him growing hard so she pushes him closer to her core. “And I love fucking you.” Another kiss, this time muffling a moan as Alice’s feels herself melting when she hears him say that.

Alice leans back into her pillow, sighing with her eyes closed. She takes a deep breath, feeling her heart pounding, as if it was trying to escape from her chest.

After taking off the rest of their clothes, Kylian crawls over her, placing himself back between her legs – only this time there was no piece of fabric keeping them apart. Flesh on flesh – their bodies were burning. She was wet before, but now the tension between them felt overwhelming. As Kylian moved, she let out a groan.

He had one hand beside her head, supporting himself, and another hand wrapped around his cock, gently rubbing himself on her folds. The sensation was electrifying, Alice wanted to reach down and guide him inside her. 

"You feel so good," Kylian murmured between kisses. He leans down, his voice a whisper in her ear, "Do you want me?" She nodded slowly, begging with her eyes, wanting for him to be inside her more than anything in the world. Kylian pushes himself into her – slowly and steady, stretching her patiently.

They both gasped at how amazing it felt.

“Oh my God…” Alice could barely contain herself. Kylian takes the opportunity to take one of her nipples in his mouth, he suckled and nibbled on it, causing Alice to moan and push herself against him. 

As he enters her deeper, thrusting into her, Alice cries out in pure ecstasy. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him for another kiss. They found a good rhythm and continued like that for some time. The heat, the tightness, it was all too much to bear, Alice could feel herself getting close – she was panting heavily. She reaches up and gently traces her fingers along his face. 

“Almost there?” He asks, whispering to her.

“Yeah.”

Kylian doesn't waste any time. He grabbed her hips tightly, his pace became rougher, more urgent and he groaned with each stroke, going as deep as possible, moving faster and harder until they were both crying out loudly, holding onto each other.

They fall side by side on the bed afterwards. Their breathing slowed down and Alice snuggled next to Kylian, with her head on his shoulder.

“You keep getting better at this.” She says, giggling.

“We keep getting better.” He corrected her with a loving smile.

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[thepalmofyourfreezinghand]

I don't know enough about Taylor Swift's new boyfriend to judge him but there are few things I dislike about this situation. I read somewhere he participated in a reality show to find a girlfriend. Do I think someone like him, a famous football player, needed it to find himself a woman? Of course not. Women fall like flies for men with his dating profile. Do I suspect he did it for the media attention that participation would bring him? Of course yes. And people like him do not change. Taylor seems to be ok with it which is where the problem lies to me because it throws a doubt on everything she has been saying for years. Did she really mean it when she said she wanted to live her relationships in private? Did she really mean that deep feelings grow outside of the public eye? I do not believe for a second that she acted the way she did and said what she said because Joe made her. She's always held the power in their relationship, even at the beginning. So what's left? That she didn't really think/feel it and did something against her own nature because she wanted Joe so badly and she knew she would've never had him or the world would have interfered if she had acted differently? Or did she really mean it and is now acting like she's ok with someone wanting and living differently as the pathological in this case boyfriend pleaser some accuse her of being? Is it something that people like me have any right to know? Of course not but you can't stop people from asking themselves questions when you start "showing" so much to the them.

So, I get your pov but I don't think I agree.

If I'm not mistaken, Travis said he did that dating show because he needed money. Now, would a televised dating show where one man gets to choose a woman be my first option to gain some income if I found myself struggling financially? Absolutely not, and those dating shows can be criticized in a thousand different ways (not Travis's one in particular, just in general). But it's something he did like seven years ago when he needed money, and he seems to laugh about the show and not take it too seriously now, which is actually very healthy.

I think people can change. This is true for Taylor and also for Travis.

Also, Taylor's relationship with Joe and its level of privacy wasn't the norm for her: her rs with CH and TH were much more "public". When she got together with Joe she was going through some rough stuff (to put it mildly), and it makes sense that she wanted to protect what she felt was the "one right thing" she'd made in her whole life (per her own words). Even so, her relationship with Joe became more public at times too (whenever Joe posted pics from Taylor's home or with the cats, for example, or when they attended award shows together), it wasn't always strictly private.

I think she meant every word she said while she was dating Joe, but that doesn't mean that she can't act differently now, now that she has different needs and she is in a different relationship with a different man who has a different personality. I just think we shouldn't hold what she's said years ago against her.

Finally, I think she's keeping her rs with Travis way more private than people seem to think. Yeah, we have the pap pics and she went to his games, but, beyond that, they haven't shared anything on social media and he's politely said a couple of words and then changed the subject whenever he got asked about her.

#taylor swift #travis kelce

[charybdiss]

Oh no! It's a life update from what basically amounts to a stranger who never posts to tumblr anymore! :O

Hello life has been weird and wonderful lately! Which is a shocker to those of you who do know me in some capacity since all of my life updates before I dropped off the face of the earth were pretty negative. Anyway! On with the show.

I've been working the same job for almost 4 years now (in October) and while it's not what I envisioned myself doing, it's the best paid position I've ever held and I'm finally clawing my way into a position that I could see myself staying in if they'll let me.

I'm training new hires currently, and I found out that I really enjoy teaching/training. It's technically a temporary "flex" position that may end at the end of the year but the worst thing that happens then is I go back to fielding customer phone calls for a while at the same pay rate until I am needed in the training department again.

We finally moved!! We're still renting but it's a cute little house all to ourselves with no shitty neighbors playing their music so loud it rattles the windows. We got in a huge confrontation with our neighbors in the old apartment before leaving where we had to call the cops and she basically streamed live on Facebook and all of her friends threatened to get together and "roll on us" so that was fun. I hope she got new neighbors in our place who are just as loud and obnoxious as she is. Hey, maybe the nazi and his girlfriend moved back in now that the original landlord is gone! Either way, not my problem anymore :)

I had been miserable there for over a decade already (we had been there for 16+ years at the time of leaving) but finances being what they were we couldn't really do anything about it. When we finally ripped the band-aid off and jumped into our current house, it was like night and day. I caught myself for weeks still tiptoeing around and being quiet and fearful that the neighbors could hear us. They can't!!! It's phenomenal!!! And our landlord is extremely nice and flexible and any little problems we've had with the place he has fixed as quickly as humanly possible, and lives in another town so he's never here to "drop by" and inspections aren't a thing anymore. Why didn't we move sooner? To think of all the years we wasted in misery.

I guess the final bit of news is that I'm pregnant! Which is another thing I kind of never thought would happen. We were just getting comfortable with the idea of just being cat people for the rest of our lives and I think the combination of being finally happy at work and happy at home just kind of...allowed it to happen? I don't know but we're very excited and also terrified. I just had my 20 week checkup today and everything is healthy and in order as far as docs can tell. I gave them like 8 vials(!!!) of blood a couple of months ago so they could test for everything under the sun and she looks good.

Coming up with names is extremely hard but being the dorks that we are we are not above considering our (more normal-human-leaning) Warcraft character names lmfao. ONLY IF NOTHING ELSE APPEALS TO US OMFG. We're not that cruel :)

I swear I'm not the type of person who will constantly talk about baby stuff and post baby pics (come on this is a semi-anonymous platform online and is not Facebook) but I will of course tag all of my posts about finding a name and any other wacky baby adventures under some sort of tag I have yet to come up with.

I will also reward (hahaha) your patience with this rambling life update with some drawings in a bit :D

#personal #life update #real life stuff #i don't remember how to tag or what to tag or what do do lmfao just let me know if you need something tagged and i gotchu

[h0ney-mochi]

hi hi honey!! it’s breaker again :)) i’m glad to hear you’re having fun and enjoying your holidays! i’m having fun with my friend as well <3 it’s the first time she comes in sardinia so i showed her around a bit and took her for a ride on my sup :D my family is here as well (my parents, my younger sister, my aunt, my uncle, my baby cousin and my cat) and my friend told me she feels more at home with my family than with her own :(( that made my heart break a little bit..

when i took her to the beach we started collecting pretty rocks (we left them there afterwards because it’s not allowed to take them away!) and she wrote our names in sand. then she drew a tiny heart and a ring between our names :0

we held hands and i did the thumb rubbing thing to her <3

yesterday in the evening we swam in the sea together and then we tried to take some aesthetic pics and vids. we put her phone on a chair to film us enter the water but then we literally saw it fall screen down on the sand and it all got into the battery hole. she laughed/screamed, i just laughed, she tried to blow the sand out and then she saw a bee coming her way and started to run and yell (in doing so, all the sand fell out of her phone). it was filming the whole time LMAO

also!!! there’s a little funfair here and i won a cute stuffed flamingo with my friend :D

every night we went out so i could show her how cool this town is during the night!! last night there was a band performing with lots of different instruments and so many people (including us) stopped by and singed and danced! the atmosphere was amazing <3 then around 2 am their performance ended so we started heading back home, and as we walked we started singing out loud :D it was so fun!

we live in a pretty big city (one of the biggest in our country) so it’s always very bright and it’s impossible to see the stars, but here we could! it was amazing, it always is. i love the stars <3 i come here every year and being able to see the stars will always be one of my favorite things about this holiday!

also, something i feel very happy about is that. well. first of all you gotta know i have the habit of smiling at the people i see crossing my gaze, it comes naturally to me especially when the person is close in age to me. the thing i’m very happy about is that. EVERYONE. IS. SMILING. BACK. HSJSKDKDKDJ

there are so many pretty girls, pretty boys and pretty people here who made my mood better just by having those cute smiles! :) one girl in particular last night had a smile so radiant it felt like she was lighting up the night for that split second our eyes met and she smiled. we were walking opposite ways, looked each other in the eyes, and smiled. HSKDKDK I’M GOING CRAZY HERE

i hope your summer keeps being as fun as you told me it is! or even more :) love you!

yours,

breaker anon~<3

OMG WHAT THAT'S SO CUTE AQWOEJJGREHRB 😭 that's so nice!!!! It is rather saddening that she feels more at home with your family rather than yours, but it's also rather comforting??? Wow??? The sand thing is sweet but the video thing omg.... poor gal, well,, at least the sand is out!

OMG STARS. Literally seeing stars is one of the coolest things ever. It's nice you get to see them!! As for the smiles.. I can imagine how happy you feel. Sharing smiles with some strangers is always something nice <3 I'm glad you're experiencing this!!! All of it sounds so sweet and fun! Breaker going Unga bunga bahaha, that's nice :)

Sending you love as well, breaker <333333

#☆°• ☆ ask box #☆°• ☆ anon mix #☆°• ☆ anons; breaker

[anjanahalo]

Reasons I might be asexual Part 2895

Showed pic of the black-footed cat being held by A Guy for Size Comparison to a coworker. She states “That’s a cute cat, and the guy is cute, too.”

Me internally, looking at For Size Comparison Guy: I mean, he’s not ugly, I can see he might be aesthetically pleasing, but how can you focus on him when Cat is in the photo. That is the only source of interest here, right?

Is the Guy in this thing

[taeyamayang]

Your last sentence winded me I was all smiling then I was like 🙃 I’m ready to cry now BUT DONT FRET I NEVER MISS A CHANCE TO SHOW OFF MY KIBBERS! Mimi isn’t very clingy, she’s more so of a diva. She wants what she wants when she wants it. Like if I wake up early to even go to the bathroom or something (it’ll be like 2 am and I’m half asleep just waddling to the bathroom) I’ll hear a loud ass “MURRRR???” and I’ll jump out of my skin and it’s just aria being all cute wanting attention and rubbing on me and flooping over on her side but like when I wake up later at like 10 or something and we make eye contact she skeets upstairs.Ok ouch ig. She also doesn’t know how to be held??? We pick her up and she’s just like 🧍‍♀️ stiff af. The other two know how to adjust and climb onto shoulders but she just keeps her limbs out awkwardly like she doesn’t know what to do. She kinda has a Hierarchy of who she goes to get attention from. It’s my dad (who DOESNT want the attention 90% yet he’s all the cats favorites), then my mom (mainly when she’s doing paperwork. I swear you have to look preoccupied to get this cats attention. Whenever I’m getting on my shoes about to leave she decides to hop on my lap. Like bruh where was this two hours ago when I tried to pet you put you pretended I was some random ass stranger. Ok not stranger bc she hates new people and will hide and will cut a bitch if you try to show her off but that’s besides the point.) then me, then my sister. Aria will fight for what she wants as welll. Like Thor was laying on my dads chest and aria decides she will too. By laying On Top Of Him with her booty all up on his face. Like Miss Girl??? She also is petty like when she tried to sit with my dad in a weird position or something and he pushed her off but Thor came later and later on him in like a normal position (he reclined his chair then) and aria was PISSED like she decided to lay with my mom who was on the couch next to the chair and GLARE at Thor. When my dad saw her doing it she whipped her tail around and sat the other way. She has ATTITUDE. I also looked for videos of her miiiiiii-ing at me but I sent them all through insta and they didn’t save. She was chirping at the birds so I tried to record that but my mom was like “GRAB HER!” So I freaked out and grabbed her like is everything ok??? Turns out she ripped off her collar again (she’s an independent kitty and WONT be held down by no collar!) So my mom then told me she will now be pissy at me and not her. Like wtf??? I do have a video of aria dipping her paws into water and licking them. It’s a old video but she still does it sometimes. I’ll post it on my blog since idk how to add it via ask 😔 BUT HERES A PIC OF HER IN A SOMBRERO (Unless I already shared it-adhd brain is wack- then no you didn’t rip) I love those little treat things in the tubes! My cats love them, especially Loki. But he’s a fat add that eats everything so. SPEAKING OF LOKI- subtle Loki reveal in the photos! Yes, that black thing he’s with in the last pic is Aria

so Aria has an attitude... IS THAT A TREND AMONG BLACK CATS BC FOR REAL MOMO HAS AN ATTITUDE TOO!! omg the hierarchy tho lmaooo and why does the not-so-cat lover always gets the cat's attention. my dad doesn't like furry stuff since it gives him shivers but she likes momo but when momo rubs her head or body on him he doesn't like it BUT MOMO LOVES RUBBING HER HEAD ON MY DAD'S LEG my dad does a quick sweep and be like "alrightttt momo that's the most i can do. please go to pea she can give you lots of pets." BUT WHEN I PICK HER UP SHE LOOKS LIKE A KID THROWING TANTRUMS when i put her over my shoulders she climbs to my back and lie down... SHE LIES DOWN ON MY BACK so i end up bowing for like 1 to 2 mins. she owns the house. she owns me. i am the cat and she is the owner.

omg i can relate to your mom doing papers and Aria has to jump in to get her attention because SAME. but your cat getting all clingy when you're about to leave is so sad 😭😭 i feel like i'll cuddle her for at least a minute before i go when momo knows i'm about to leave she gives me the puss in boots eyes AND STARES AT ME AS I LEAVE tho when i'm out for like a whole day my mom and brother tell me that momo looks for me around the house, meowing like i'll pop out from the walls. so when i go home i see her in our veranda waiting for me. she just sits there and wait and sometimes refuses to eat bc she likes to wait outside.

btw i saw the video. it is very peculiar BUT OMFY GENDBSNSHSNS IT'S SO ADORABLE??? YOU CAN SEE MY REACTION FROM MY RBBED POST

LOKI OMGGGG AHHHH THE TUMMY IS SOOOO FLUFFY GSNDBSJS loki loves to sleep next to your cats? ahhhhh loki looks comfortable lying next to aria who'w obviously bothered by a presence of a human next to her 🤣 /jk

YOUR CATS ARE SO CUTE you have no idea how much the pics makes me soooooo happy i will take more pics of momo and ching for you! so i can send them the next time i write to you :) please send more photos and tell me more about how they're like 😭

also, i am acquainted to your cats, your parents, and even your sister but i don't know your name (or have i asked before and i've completely forgot it?? i'm sorry if that's the case) what do you want me to call you? pseudoname? nickname? or just a name you wan5 me to call you

#CATSSSS!!! #must see #too adorable to skip #pea.asks

[alfareria]

love is me showing my mom all the pictures and videos of cats I see on my dash and her laughing with me

#so far in the past couple of mins I've shown her the post I reblogged abt the cats as cashier and customer #a kitten with weird eyes #then she showed me a pic of a cat being held #little windows

[aikainkauna]

I'm forever amazed at just how relaxed Doli can get when she precariously stretches herself out on my thigh when I'm lying down sideways.

#dolores #cats #kurnau #i had no idea cats could do this when it's only a human thigh--mine isn't cesare thin but not massive either #i could understand some tinier cat managing this but she's average-sized and i'm a petite hyouman #but nevertheless it's fucking adorabuls #finally got a good pic with this red skirt as it shows just how small a space we are talking about #it was more difficult to photograph when i was just wearing black tights and it all blended into a big dark lump #there are still random urps of annoyance from her from time to time though #if i pet her mid-sleep she always goes URRRP! even if you'd think it wouldn't surprise her to be touched #considering she is literally lying ON ME #sometimes she's had a nightmare while sleeping in my lap #and has started on her 'MJAAUH?! MAU? MAU?!?!???!!!' while literally in the safest place there is--my lap #so that's literally how confused and wtfy she is--shouting for help even when she's being held and cuddled already #poor flufflen

[seijorhi]

No Strings Attached

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Bokuto Koutarou x female reader

TW Age gap, power imbalance, manipulation, toxic behaviour, nsfw(ish)

Three months ago, you would have laughed at the very idea of having a sugar daddy. 

Then again, three months ago you were still living with your boyfriend and had a steady paycheck coming in every week. You can blame losing the latter on bad luck and an asshole boss, but the former-

You knew your relationship with your ex was far from perfect, but coming home from losing said job to find him buried balls deep in your next door neighbour was a bit of a slap in the face. 

Needless to say, in the space of a few days you were out a job, a boyfriend and an apartment. Which, somewhat inevitably, led to you being six wines deep, slumped over your best friend’s bed, sobbing over the wreckage of the life you’d built, suddenly ripped out from beneath you.

You can’t really remember whose idea it was, only giggling drunkenly between yourselves as Misuzu set up your ‘sugar baby’ profile. “Shh, no this is gonna be great,” she’d said, hitting at the hands that tried to grab back your phone. “Meet some hot rich old dude, ride a little dick, let him shower you in cash; all your problems? Poof, sorted!”

And even with the heady, rose tinted haze of your wine fuelled inebriation, you knew that it was just a joke, a bit of stupid fun born more out of an attempt to cheer you up than a viable plan to get the tattered remains of your life back on track. Calling some old creepy dude ‘daddy’ and pretending to love him (not to mention the whole letting him fuck you thing) just for a little money wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time.

Plus, you were fairly sure that you weren’t what most people had in mind when they thought ‘sugar baby’. It wasn’t ever meant to be anything serious, just dumb, drunken fun with your friend.

So when you woke the next day a little after mid morning with a head full of regrets and a pounding headache, the last thing you expected was to find a message from BigDaddyKou82 waiting for you, better sense told you to ignore it.

Honestly, you didn’t really want a sugar daddy, your love life was enough of a mess without throwing in a power imbalance like that.

You should have ignored the message, deleted it or shot him a quick reply politely explaining that you weren’t interested so you could put it out of your mind, and you would have-

If Misuzu hadn’t caught sight of the message first, snatching the phone out of your hand with a gleeful shriek. 

—

If you’ve learned anything in these past months, it’s that Bokuto Koutarou doesn’t do anything by half measures. So when he tells you he’s booked dinner for the two of you at an upscale restaurant in the city, you should have expected the package that’s hand delivered right to the door of your shitty little apartment. The dress is beautiful, expensive - though you could tell that just from the elegant matte black box wrapped in golden ribbon it arrives in. It’s exactly his style; short, revealing and just dancing along the edge of impropriety, not that that’ll bother him in the slightest. 

But it is gorgeous, and loathe as you are to admit it, it flatters you well.

It’s not the first time that he’s bought you clothes, your tiny closet’s almost overflowing with pieces he’s gifted you. He likes seeing you in the things he’s bought, sometimes a little too much, you think. But you’ve learned it’s better just to go along with it - he gets this wide eyed, beaming grin whenever he sees you dressed in the pretty things he’s bought you, and the sight of it never fails to make your cheeks heat, warmth curling in your stomach. 

The dress was not unexpected. The soft, lacy lingerie that comes in the accompanying box, on the other hand - that was new.

And of course, you barely have time to unwrap your gift when your phone flashes to life, an incoming call from the man himself.

“D’ya like it?”

The giddy excitement in his voice is unmistakable, and if you close your eyes you can picture the look on his face - golden eyes all hooded and hungry, that glittering, eager grin he wears when the two of you are out in public but his mind’s occupied with all the filthy, wonderful things he wants to do to you the moment you’re alone. 

Not that he’s ever that patient. 

“Um, it’s…” Fingers tentatively reach into the tissue paper, pulling the sheer, lacy bra out, warmth blossoming in your cheeks. The matching panties - a tiny scrap of lace held together with bows and thin black straps - really aren’t much better. Like the dress, the lingerie is clearly well made, probably cost more than your weekly rent, and the delicate set is arguably gorgeous (you can’t even argue his taste), but–

“You’re gonna wear it for me tonight, right, baby?” 

It’s not really a question; of course you will, because you always do. You would have thought by now that you’d be used to the gifts he showers you in. 

“Yeah, but Kou, you really didn’t have to spend all this money on me. Dinner’s enough,” you tell him, setting the lingerie back down. 

Dinner, and everything else for that matter. 

A chuckle echoes down the line. “But I like spoiling my girl. Like buying you pretty things,” his voice dips, “like tearing ‘em off you afterwards, too.” 

And despite all the apprehension curled up inside of you, a shiver of excitement runs down your spine. 

—

“So…” Misuzu pushes, leaning across the countertop with her chin resting on her palm and looking entirely too pleased at your discomfort.

“He… asked me to meet him.”

Her eyes widen, sparkling in delight as she gasps, “For dinner?”

“For a drink - one drink,” you clarify. You elect not to tell her that he’d initially tried to sway you into dinner, and it was you who’d talked him down to a drink. Truthfully, you’d probably feel more comfortable getting coffee, but meeting at a bar was fine.

One drink, and if things got awkward or he turned out to be a creep you’d be out of there in a heartbeat. 

“Oh my god!! My baby Y/N, all grown up and manipulating old, lonely men for money. I’m so proud,” she wipes a fake tear from her eye and bursts into a fit of giggles.

A crinkle appears between your brow as you frown at her, “He’s not even that old,” you grumble, “and it’s not like that. You know it’s not.”

“No?” she asks, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. “You know, for somebody who was so against me messaging your soon to be sugar daddy, you sure move quickly.”

She laughs at the glare you shoot her way. “You were the one who started this.”

“Mhm, and you were the one who didn’t stop it. Funny that, don’t you think?”

She looks like the cat that ate the canary; smug, glittering amusement written all across her face. And you hate, more than anything, that she’s right.

Because you’d meant to put a stop to it the moment you managed to wrestle your phone back from her. Afterwards, you’d blame the lingering hurt of having your heart broken, the insecurities and bitter humiliation that plagued you, the feeling that you weren’t good enough to stop your boyfriend from straying for making you so pathetically vulnerable and desperate for approval - but when you opened the chat instead of the sleazy come on’s you expected, his first message makes something inside of you flutter, warm and pleasant.

Holy crap, you’re beautiful.

Not exactly a sonnet from Shakespeare, but you can’t remember the last time any guy, much less your ex, called you beautiful. 

It didn’t exactly hurt that instead of the aging, creepy looking letch you were half expecting, the profile picture showed a rather fit, attractive man in a crisp, black suit with silvery grey streaked hair and an easy grin. Of course, it was a fifty-fifty chance that the pic wasn’t even him, or if it was then it was outdated or heavily edited, but it was enough to make you pause.

Enough to make you… curious, if nothing else.

But ridiculously attractive or not, you weren’t going to lead him on. If he wanted some pretty, simpering thing to fuck and throw money at, to call him daddy and be his sweet, obedient little girl - that wasn’t you. You’d explained that you weren’t really sure if this was your thing, that you probably weren’t what he had in mind, but surprisingly he hadn’t been put off by that.

Well what’s the harm in finding out for yourself? Maybe you’ll like it more than you think ;)

—

There were rules, when you started - lines you both agreed wouldn’t be crossed.

First and foremost, while it wasn’t exactly a conventional relationship - at least, not the kind you were used to - it was still a relationship of sorts, and there was an expectation of honesty in lieu of absolute exclusivity. You’d tell him if you were seeing anybody else, and Bokuto would tell you the same. Considering sex was on the table, it made sense.

You swore right from the beginning that you wouldn’t allow yourself to become financially dependent on him - you knew all too well that relationships were fickle things to begin with. That kind of dependency was half the reason you were in this position in the first place, and you wouldn’t - couldn’t - let that happen again. That didn’t mean that the arrangement wasn’t transactional. After a few initial meetings that went better than you expected, the two of you came to an agreement; a nice little sum of money he’d deposit weekly in your account in exchange for you being there when he wanted you. Dinner dates, skype calls when he’s travelling, spur of the moment weekends away in expensive hotels - whatever he wanted... within reason.

The thing is, despite his flaws - the little funks he gets into, his immaturity despite the age gap between you, the way he clings to you, mopes if you don’t pay him the attention he wants - you genuinely like Bo, he’s oddly endearing. Loveable, even. He reminds you a little of a puppy; eager for affection, bright and boisterous with boundless energy (and enviable stamina). He’s sweet and adoring and funny and he has this uncanny ability to make everything else fade away when you’re with him, to make you feel like you’re the only woman in the room, beautiful and perfect and entirely his-

But that didn’t make him your boyfriend. 

You weren’t lovers, and whether it was in two weeks or two years, you both knew this arrangement had an expiration date. And because of that, there were no strings attached. At any point, either one of you could end it without an explanation - no questions asked, no feelings hurt. 

—

Truthfully, you don’t know an awful lot about Bokuto’s line of work, only that his position within the company is senior enough that he can move around his schedule pretty much as he wants, leaving him free to see you whenever he likes. 

Which wasn’t a problem when that was once or twice a week. 

“Sorry, Koutarou, you know I can’t. Maybe tomorrow?”

The petulant whine that echoes down the phone fills you with an odd sort of  guilt. “Why not? You said no on Friday, too,” he pouts. “I miss you, baby. Wanna see you again.”

You shove down the faint, flickering unease that nudges at your gut. You’re not his girlfriend, and you find yourself wondering whether or not he sometimes deliberately lets himself forget that.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, you frown, “I told you I have work today. It’s too late for me to try and find someone to cover my shift, and if I call in again-”

You can kiss your job goodbye. You’re already on thin ice with your boss, and it’s not like new waitresses are hard to find these days. 

“Well… what time do you finish?” he asks, his voice thick with dejection, as if he already knows what your answer’s going to be.

You bite back a sigh, “Late. I’m on close again.”

The short silence on the other end of the phone is deafening. “… I’ll come pick you up afterwards.”

This time you can’t stop the soft sigh that escapes, “Kou, I’m gonna be exhausted, I won’t be any fun to be around.”

“Still wanna see you. You’re always working,” he grumbles. “Feels like you don’t have time for me anymore, baby.”

Slowly your eyes flutter shut, and you take a deep breath. It always comes back to this. “I need this job, baby. We’ve talked about this… I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I have the whole day off, I’m entirely yours.”

“All mine, hm?”

You smile, “All yours, promise.”

He hums in acknowledgement, not entirely happy, but temporarily placated. “Fiiiine. But I’m holding you to it.”

As if you expected any less. “I have to go get ready for work. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“I’ll see you later,” he promises, and you hang up a moment later. 

When he said that, you assumed that both of you were on the same page as to what ‘later’ meant.

Three hours into your shift, you hadn’t expected to return from the kitchen to find a grinning Bokuto lounging in one of your booths.

“He asked for you specifically when he came in,” one of your coworkers tells you, shooting you a playful wink. “Didn’t know you were into silver foxes, Y/N. But I can’t say I blame you, he’s hot!”

“Yeah, thanks,” you mutter distractedly, glancing over your shoulder to check your manager wasn’t watching before making your way over.

The smile on your face is tight as golden eyes flicker towards you. “Bokuto,” you begin quietly, “what- what are you doing here?”

An odd look passes across his face at the use of his family name, but the smug grin remains. “You said you had to work tonight,” he says with a cavalier shrug, as if that explained everything. 

“Yes, because I’m working! Kou, I need this job, I can’t-” you break off with a huff, darting another glance over your shoulder. Thankfully, your manager’s busy berating your co-worker for a screwed up order and hasn’t noticed your absence yet.  

Taking advantage of your distracted state, Bokuto reaches across the table to take your hand in his, his thumb stroking back and forth along the back of your palm. “Hey, hey, relax. You’re here to work, I get it, baby. I’m just here for some food, cross my heart,” he swears, drawing an imaginary X over his chest with his finger.

Gently tugging your hand back, you ignore the hurt little pout he gives you. “So you decided to drive twenty minutes across town just to eat here?” you ask, trying to keep the exasperation from colouring your tone. 

He shifts a little in his seat, cheeks flushing a dusty pink under your narrowed stare. “… Well, maybe I wanted to see my pretty girl, too,” he admits, “But I swear I’ll be on my best behaviour!”

Somehow, his words don’t fill you with confidence, but what are you supposed to do? Kick him out? Snap at him for coming despite the fact you told him not to? Taking a deep, steadying breath through your nose, you force yourself to relax. Bokuto’s not hurting anybody by being there, and so long as he keeps his hands to himself, so long as he behaves, it won’t be an issue.

He’s a paying customer, and you’ll treat him just like you would anyone else who walked through the restaurant’s doors.

Yet despite trying to reassure yourself of that, you can’t escape the niggling sense of unease sitting in the pit of your stomach. Even if he’s the perfect gentleman tonight, the perfect stranger, you’ve worked hard to keep your boring day to day life and the one you’ve created with him in nice, neat, separate boxes. Bokuto hasn’t met your friends or your family and outside of Misuzu they don’t have a clue about your arrangement with your attractive if somewhat clingy benefactor.

You don’t want them to know.

Him being here threatens that - it makes you nervous.

But you’ve been with Bokuto long enough to know that you can’t tell him that without hurting his feelings, and you definitely don’t have the energy to deal with that tonight. It’s a conversation for another day.

Instead, you allow a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips, “You know the food’s pretty average here, you might be disappointed.”

Bokuto grins again, mischief sparkling in those golden eyes, and your traitorous heart skips a beat. “Yeah, don’t think that’ll be a problem,” he leans in closer, “I’m far more interested in what’s for dessert.”

Warmth floods your cheeks as he snickers. 

—

For the most part he keeps his hands to himself, but you can’t quite bring yourself to relax when you can feel those golden, hungry eyes burning a hole into your back as you move around the restaurant serving other customers.

You pretend you don’t see the scowling glower he sends to the harmless office-worker who spends a good forty five minutes flirting with you every time you go over to check on his table.

Bokuto orders enough food to feed a small army and stays until close, leaving a more than generous tip on his way out. 

It goes without saying that he waits for you to finish up. The moment you slip out the door, calling out one last goodnight to your coworker, he’s on you, pushing you up against the brick alleyway wall, hiking your legs up over his hips as his mouth attacks yours, greedy and eager, swallowing up any and all protests you might’ve had.

He doesn’t take you home like you ask, but back to his penthouse suite, and neither of you get much sleep that night.

—

You’re halfway through washing your hair a few days later when your shower head splutters once… twice… and stops completely. 

A blockage in the plumbing, your landlord informs you rather apathetically. It’s affecting the whole floor and it’ll take at least a day or two to get somebody out to fix it properly, leaving you without running water for the entirety of that time.

In hindsight, there were at least three other people you could have (and probably should have) called first, but he’s already answering the phone before the thought even occurs to you. 

And then it’s too late to backpedal. You find yourself grateful that he can’t physically see the way you flush and fidget, pacing around your living room as you awkwardly try to explain the reason you’re calling at ten in the morning. 

“Would, I mean, i-is it okay if I come over to use your shower? Just for this one time, mine kind of got interrupted this morning.” 

God, from the way you stutter, stumbling over your own tongue, you’d think you were asking him to marry you. You’ve spent the night at his countless times before, but asking for a favour, even a small one like this - maybe you’re toeing an unwritten line in the sand? Bokuto isn’t with you because he loves you, he’s with you because it’s mutually beneficial for both of you, because of an agreement. 

He wants fun, easy, not you saddling him with minor inconveniences. Calling to ask him to come save you, albeit from something as mundane as a lack of access to a functioning shower, feels like something you’d ask your boyfriend to do. 

Not your sugar daddy.

But just as you’re about to backtrack and apologise for interrupting his morning, he speaks. “What d’you mean? Just come stay with me till it’s fixed.”

He says it with such certainty, as if it’s the most obvious solution and for a moment you’re stunned into silence. “A-are you sure? I don’t want-'' Don't want what? To be an inconvenience? A problem? “I don’t want to be in the way,” you finish lamely.

Bokuto just laughs, “Don’t be stupid, baby, of course you won’t be in the way. Just swing by the office and I can give you the keys. Or I can just get you another set made? I don’t know, we can figure it out later. I’ll see you soon, ‘kay?” 

And you have to admit, as apprehensive as you were stepping into his penthouse alone for the first time, showering in Bokuto’s fancy ensuite bathroom (which you’re fairly sure is bigger than your actual bedroom) is a hell of a lot nicer than doing it at home. The lotions he has are all expensive brands with french names you’ve never even heard of before, but they smell amazing and they leave your skin feeling all soft and silky. Even the shampoo he’s bought for you to use is far nicer than the one you have at home, though you’re secretly pleased that its scent’s similar - your favourite, actually. 

Did he buy them knowing that or was it just a coincidence, you wonder. You never thought to ask. 

Without work, or Bo for that matter, to occupy your time, you decide to take advantage of his gigantic TV, opening up Netflix and settling into his ridiculously comfortable couch… 

… And wake, a few hours later to the feeling of fingers carding through your hair and a pair of lips pressing against your cheek. 

Bokuto’s home, you realise with a start, and there’s drool on your chin. Face burning with embarrassment, you hastily wipe it away with the back of your palm and try to sit up, only for Bokuto’s hand to wrap around your wrist, halting you in your tracks.

“No, don’t get up, baby,” he says, easing down onto the couch beside you and shifting your head onto his lap so he can continue threading his fingers through your hair. “I like coming home to this.”

Still half asleep, curling up and nuzzling further into those warm, thick thighs of his, you miss the intensity of the adoration burning in golden depths as he coaxes you back to sleep.

—

The two of you are in bed, your cheek resting on his chest, his arm slung over your waist and knuckles brushing idly along your side, when Bokuto breaks the comfortable silence. 

“Move in with me.”

You tense in his arms, heart skipping a beat. For a split second, you’re almost positive that you misheard him. “I-I’m sorry?” You push yourself up onto your elbow, turning your head so that you can look at him properly.

But Bokuto doesn’t miss a beat. “Move in with me,” he repeats, golden eyes bearing down on you.

The expression on your face is frozen halfway between disbelief and hysteria, and you’re staring at him, waiting for that stupid grin to break across his face, for him to laugh and tell you how ridiculous you look, because of course he’s joking.

He’s joking, right?

“Koutarou,” you begin slowly, “Wha- I don’t… Why would you want me to move in with you? We barely- I mean, we’re not…” 

He shrugs his shoulders, “Why wouldn’t I? It makes sense. My place is bigger and nicer, and I like having you here with me. Feels right.”

It feels right??

“I-I can’t just move out of my apartment, Kou.”

His eyebrows knit together, and he huffs, “Why not? It’s a shitty apartment.”

“That’s not the point!” Knocking away the hand that reaches for you, you push yourself all the way up until you’re sitting properly. “I don’t want to move.” 

Owlish eyes narrow, a flash of irritation sparking. “Why not? It makes perfect sense for you to move in here with me. You wouldn’t have to work at that stupid job anymore for one,” he huffs. 

“Bokuto, I’m not going to quit my job,” you mutter. “We’ve talked about this.”

“Why, though?!” he explodes. “You don’t need the money, I’ve told you I can take care of you, whatever you want, baby, name it and it’s fucking yours. You don’t need to work and you don’t need that shitty little apartment!”

Like a crystal glass slipping from numb fingers, the fantasy you’ve convinced yourself you’ve been living shatters into a thousand jagged shards in the space of a single breath.

Oh, how naive you’ve been. How fucking stupid.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you inhale deeply, “Kou, that’s not-”

Strong fingers grip your jaw, and your eyes shoot open as he tugs your face back towards him. Your breath catches in your throat, heart hammering painfully against your ribs. His eyes are wide, pupils blown out, but it’s the intensity in his gaze as he stares at you, the blank expression-

“I love you.”

—

39 missed calls. 72 unread messages. 

Flowers, bouquets of roses, peonies and chrysanthemums piled up by your door between boxes of chocolates and other gifts you won’t bring yourself to open. 

Wide eyed, Misuzu gingerly steps over them, holding two steaming mugs in hand. “Holy fuck,” she murmurs, and for the first time since this stupid, awful mistake began, there’s not a trace of mirth to be found. “Y/N, I…”

But she doesn’t have the words, and you can’t blame her. 

“He told me he loves me,” you sigh. “He asked me to move in with him and told me he loved me, and I grabbed my clothes and all but ran.” You still can’t get the image of Bokuto’s face out of your head, the raw, aching hurt swimming in his eyes as you all but stumbled over excuses in your haste to get out of there. But he didn’t lift a finger to stop you, didn’t say another word.

He just watched numbly, hunched over against the headboard as you fled.

There’s a short beat of silence between the two of you as she sets down the drinks and collapses into the chair beside you. “And… do you love him back?” 

Exhaling loudly, you drop your face into your palms. “I-”

You like how he makes you feel beautiful, the filthy, wonderful praise he lavishes you in when the two of you sleep together, the way he touches you, fingers and mouth so eager to please as his cock fills you, inch by delicious inch.

You like being adored, treasured, and you liked Bo, but… you don’t love him.

That was never on the cards, that wasn’t what your relationship was.

Every line he ever crossed, every boundary he toed, you keep replaying them again and again over and over in your head like a never ending loop. You hadn’t even wanted this whole stupid sugar baby relationship to begin with, and every step of the way he was the one to coax you forward.

And you let him, swallowing down your doubts and your insecurities each and every time. You let him think that this was something else entirely… 

How had you not seen this coming?

“No,” you admit.

The hand that takes yours is soft, and when you glance over with eyes beginning to burn with unshed tears, Misuzu squeezes it gently. “Then end it. Walk away.”

And with your head on her shoulder, her arms wrapped loosely around you, you type out a short message to Bokuto. No strings attached and no questions asked, you’d promised each other that much when you’d started this mess. You wonder if it still holds true. 

I’m sorry. Clearly we were on different pages and want different things. I didn’t mean to lead you on or for things to go as far as they did, but I can’t do this with you anymore. 

You send it and block his contact, and when the tears come and painful sobs rip their way free, Misuzu holds you tight and murmurs soft reassurances. It’ll pass, all breakups hurt.

—

A week after your ‘breakup’ you get a notification on your phone that money’s been transferred into your bank account. 

For a moment, you think that maybe it’s an accident, a recurring transaction he’d simply forgotten to cancel (you doubt he’d even notice) until you click into the transaction itself.

It isn’t the sum itself that startles you - twice the usual amount - but the short note attached in the description.

I need to see you. Please.

You transfer the money right back into his account.

—

Without your weekly supplement from Bo, it doesn’t take long for you to come to the realisation that your current salary just barely covers rent and your bills, and if you want to eat anything other than two minute noodles in the foreseeable future, you’re going to need either more hours, or a second job. 

Thankfully, the timing works out well. When you go to your boss with your most winning smile to try and convince her of your plight, she simply shrugs and agrees, having had to let one of the junior staff go only a few days before. The one catch being that instead of working a mix of morning and afternoon shifts with the occasional closing thrown in, you’re now exclusively on close, five nights a week, Tuesday through Saturday.

Mostly, it doesn’t bother you. The shifts are long and you always leave feeling aching, drained and barely human, but usually it’s quiet enough, and so long as you can get the last few lingering customers out early enough, the actual close runs pretty smoothly between you and the other staff. 

It’s not what you really want to be doing, but you’ve learned to make the best of it. This is adult life, and for the first time since high school, you’re supporting yourself entirely. It might not be the greatest job in the world, and there are absolutely days when you just want to throw in the towel completely, but there is a slight pride to that fact. You don’t need anybody in your life to coddle or support you, you’re figuring this shit out as you go along.

You just wish, sometimes, that you could do that without having to work until the early hours of the morning.

On paper, the kitchen closes at midnight and the last customers are supposed to be out within half an hour of that. Then, between yourself and another server, you can usually get the restaurant tidied up and closed a little after one. 

You knew right from the moment you clocked on that tonight wasn’t going to be one of those nights. The girl who’s supposed to be on close with you called in sick and your boss hasn’t bothered to replace her.

It’s not the first time you’ve had to close by yourself, but it’s still a pain, especially when the last few customers take forever to finish up and leave. 

One of the kitchen staff offers to stay back, his bag slung over his shoulder, hand already on the door handle but you just shake your head with a tired smile. 

“Nah, I can handle it. Thanks, though,”

To his credit, he doesn’t immediately take the offered out. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. See you tomorrow.”

Without any help, it takes almost twice as long for you to finish up, and it’s a little after two when you finally flick off the lights and lock the doors.

Your feet are killing you, and all you can think about is sinking into your bed at home, burrowing into your blankets and sleeping for a week straight-

“Hey, baby.” 

Leaning against the hood of his car, arms folded across his broad chest and eyeing you with an unreadable expression, is Bokuto. 

The tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. 

There's nothing inherently threatening about him being here, but it’s the middle of the night, you haven’t seen him in almost two weeks and you don’t need to glance around to know that the car park’s empty. There’s nobody in sight.

Just you and him, and the few feet of distance separating you. 

“K-kou, what are you… what are you doing here?” 

He smiles at that, the way his name slips from your lips, but only for a fleeting second. It fades, and a cold, uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. 

“I missed you, y’know?” He pushes off the hood and takes a step towards you, “You didn’t call me.”

He’s always been bigger than you, towering over you looking like some Adonis with those rippling, powerful muscles of his. You used to like that strength, squealing in wicked delight when he’d hoist you up with a grin, hands gripping your thighs, squeezing your ass, your back shoved up against the wall so he could drive his cock deeper into ‘his pretty fuckin’ pussy’. 

But that was then. 

You’ve never been scared of his strength. Even that morning in the apartment, he didn’t lash out, didn’t scream or yell, he just… shut down. He wouldn’t hurt you, you know that.

That doesn’t stop you from skittering backwards like a frightened little bunny, your back hitting the wall.

The very moment you do, you watch as his eyes widen in surprise, hurt flashing for a split second-

-before they darken, his face twisting into a scowl, and you can’t escape the feeling you’ve made an awful mistake. 

Dread creeps its way up your spine, tightening like a vice around your chest, making it hard to breathe. Your brain is screaming at you to run, adrenaline surging through your veins, but even as your heart races and your breathing spikes, you can’t seem to move your legs.

It wouldn’t make a difference even if you could - with your back up against the literal wall, Bokuto and his car blocking your only escape route, you’re trapped; a fact that hasn’t escaped either of you.

Paralysed in fear, you can’t so much as twitch as he takes another slow, calculated step forward.

Desperately, you open your mouth - to try and placate him? To apologise? Scream for help? - but all that escapes is his name in a choked, breathless whisper. 

“Bokuto…”

As he stares at you, he almost looks regretful.

Almost, if not for the grim determination resolving like steel in those golden eyes of his. “I love you, and I know you love me, too,” he says, closing the gap between you. “I’m doing this for us, baby.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere bokuto x reader #yandere bokuto kotaro x reader #yandere bokuto koutarou #yandere bokuto kotaro #yandere bokuto koutarou x reader #tw manipulation #tw toxic behavior #tw kidnapping

[seidenbros]

I'm lost, I'm found in you

Pairing: Geraskier (Geralt x Jaskier)

Summary: Jaskier moved into the house he grew up in after his grandmother's passing. The house is quiet and empty (even with his cat Batman around) so he's looking for someone to rent the rooms on the top floor. Geralt as a war veteran suffering from PTSD seeks some peace and quiet outside of town with his service dog Roach, so he is the one answering Jaskier's ad, and moves in with him.

Warnings: mentions of loss/death, PTSD, anxiety, hurt, please let me know if I need to put anything else here

Word Count: 3861

A/N: It all started with this post, which then turned into some gathered thoughts of @bards-den and me, which can be found here and inspired my to do this pic/gif-spam for the Modern AU for Geralt and Jaskier (and I had to include Yennefer as Jaskier's best friend, and will probably incorporate other characters as well, we'll see)

This is pretty much setting the scene, so don't expect too much, especially since it's my first time venturing into this kind of stuff, so I hope you enjoy this.

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This was the house he'd grown up in. A house that had been filled with laughter, love and music, but that had been quiet for more than a year now. Well, not exactly quiet, since Jaskier was living here, but considerably quieter ever since his grandmother had died. Jaskier had lost his parents when he was still quite young, so his grandmother had taken care of him, had raised him and given him all the support he needed. But when she died, Jaskier had been the only living relative, the one to inherit everything, which meant the house as well. Before that, he'd been living on his own for quite some time, but he'd never really felt at home in his apartment.

At least twice a week, he'd visited his grandmother, had stayed the night. The upper part of the house had been pretty much turned into an apartment, just the kitchen was missing. Ever since her passing, Jaskier had been living here. It hadn't even been a question, because the house held so many memories. In addition, the feeling of home had settled inside him the minute he'd set foot into the house with his packed bags. All his other belongings were packed up and brought there after the house was in his name. It took him some time to get settled, especially because he wasn't living in the upper part of the house, but he was now living where his grandmother had lived.

There had been a lot to do around the house, some renovations, the garden, a new bathroom and kitchen... but he'd inherited all his Grandmother's money along with the house, which was a lot. He'd known that she wasn't poor, but he hadn't known just how much money she'd owned. It was a good thing, because that way, he didn't have to worry about money when it came to renovating the house, and he could even do what he loved without worrying too much about earning money. Sure, he sang in pubs here and there, even travelled for some gigs, and he was fortunate enough to earn some money with what he loved, but it wasn't like he was earning that much with his casual shows. Still, he loved being on stage, but in the end, he wanted to make his own music, and now, he really got that chance. While renovating, he'd even included a little studio where he could record his songs. The best place to write music, though, was either the patio when it was really warm outside, or the bay window looking out over the garden, where there was a nice, cosy place to sit. He'd already loved this place as a kid, and now, he appreciated it even more.

By now, he was rather comfortable with living here, and didn't want to leave this house any more. He'd even gotten a cat from the shelter, something he'd always wanted to do, but the timing hadn't been right. A black cat had found its home with Jaskier, and he'd named him Batman. Sure, it was sometimes a little weird, when he called for Batman, but then again... was it anybody else's business? He didn't want to go with Kitty, or Leo, Simba – especially because he didn't look like a lion cub. No, Batman fit him perfectly, and he was the company Jaskier had needed all this time.

But still, after more than a year in the house, it felt lonely, quiet, even when he was playing the piano or the guitar. It wasn't like he didn't have friends, for example Yennefer had been in his life ever since they were kids, but she had her own life, and couldn't stay here every night so that there was some life in the house. They spent time together and even had their movie nights and whatnot, which Jaskier really enjoyed, but the house was still too big for him. That was why he'd put out an ad to rent out the upper part of the house. It wasn't ideal, since they would have to share the kitchen, which was something most people probably didn't want to do, but Jaskier hoped that he would find someone. After all, sharing the kitchen meant some conversations, but the other person would have to be okay with that. He didn't want as much as he probably could get for a newly renovated apartment in a rather quiet neighbourhood – and some distance to your neighbours as well due to the size of his property. But maybe, people wanted to live in the city, feel it buzzing around them. Jaskier had been the same for some time, but now, he enjoyed being out here, having some peace and quiet, no neighbours that would complain about him making music in the middle of the night, because they couldn't hear him outside of his house. In his apartment, he'd gotten complaints from the neighbours, which had put a stop to his creative flow. Now, he didn't have to worry about it – at least now, because he couldn't say what it would be like with someone else living in the house. There were always pros and cons, but he was counting on the pros to outweigh the negative points.

After two weeks he'd nearly given up on getting a call from someone who wanted to see the apartment. There was no phone-call, but instead, there was someone at the door. Jaskier wasn't expecting anyone, so a little confusion made his brows furrow when he went to the door to open it. He was greeted by a mass of silvery-white hair, eyes that seemed to look right into him, a colour he hadn't seen before, but they reminded him of golden honey. Jaskier was taken aback, not sure what he could want here.

“Julian Alfred Pankratz?” The man asked, clearing his throat, making Jaskier wince. It had been a while since someone had called him that. His grandma for instance had refused to call him Jaskier, because he'd gotten the name from his grandfather whom he'd never met, so she always associated that with the husband she'd lost. It wasn't that he didn't like the name, it just didn't feel right. Jaskier was a name Yennefer and him had come up with, and it sounded way more like him than Julian.

“Jaskier, please. Nobody really calls me Julian anymore,” he said, leaning in the doorway, because he wouldn't just let a stranger into his house. Especially not a stranger with a dog, though the dog looked rather friendly. Was it a poodle? Maybe something mixed with a poodle, he thought. The dog was sitting a little behind the man with these fascinating eyes, which was a good thing. Not that Jaskier was afraid of dogs, but he didn't know how that dog would react to him or Batman, if he decided to greet the visitor.

“Jaskier then,” the other man said. He raised his hand, a piece of paper in it, and Jaskier could already see what it was, The ad for the apartment. “I'm here because of the apartment. I probably should have called, but I'm not fond of mobile phones and stuff, so I thought we could rather talk in person about this.” Surprise showed on Jaskier's face. It was rare to find someone who didn't have a phone glued to their hands nowadays. Jaskier himself needed his phone, and he quite enjoyed looking at videos on Youtube when he couldn't sleep, but there were also times when he put his phone aside and didn't look at it the whole day.

“I'm Geralt.” Jaskier whipped his eyes back up at the man in front of him. “And this is Roach... I hope it's okay, that I brought her, but she's my service dog, so we come in a package deal.” Jaskier wasn't sure whether he detected the hint of a smile or not, but there was so much going on in his heart head, that it was difficult to realize everything at once. He was about to ask if he'd really called his dog Roach, but then he remembered that his own cat was named Batman, so it was probably safer to not ask that at all.

“As long as she's fine with cats, we'll be okay.” Wait, he'd just said service dog, hadn't he? Of course, Jaskier was curious why Geralt needed a service dog, but this wasn't the time to ask. They'd just met, and if everything went well, they'd have a lot of time to talk. “Come on in,” he said, holding the door open for Geralt and Roach, then he guided them to the kitchen. Not a lot of people had been here since the renovations had been finished, so Jaskier was always a bit excited to show people around. In this case, though, Geralt didn't know what it had looked like before.

“Anything to drink?” Perfect host that he was, Jaskier flitted around the kitchen, putting some biscuits on the table, already on his way to the fridge, when Geralt asked for tea. Now, that was something Jaskier hadn't expected at all. By his looks, he would have thought that Geralt would probably like a beer, but tea was a pleasant surprise. While he was preparing the tea, he glanced at his visitor again, Roach sitting by Geralt's side completely at ease. “What makes you want to live out here?” Jaskier asked, not trying to be nosy, but genuinely curious about the man who might move in here. Okay, let's be honest, Jaskier was definitely going to say yes, because he needed someone else here – and when it was someone that good-looking, who could even blame him?

Roach sensed that Geralt was tensing up and lay her hand on top of his thigh, showing him that she was there. Before all this, Geralt had never thought, that he would need anybody in his life, least of all a pet that depended on him, but after Afghanistan, everything had changed. He'd made his choice for the military knowing full well that he could get hurt, that he could even die, but being in the position he was in now... He didn't know whether he would make that choice again. He'd seen, heard stuff that haunted him in his nightmares. Luck had been on his side that fateful evening when his comrades had been blown up, and he'd been the one furthest away. The only one who had survived this ordeal, and he had the scars to show it. It was a miracle that nothing more had happened than some broken bones and other wounds that had now turned into scars. The biggest problem was the damage to his ear, and he wasn't talking about the scar that ran down from his ear nearly to his shoulder. He'd lost fifty percent of his hearing in the right ear, and that was nothing anybody could fix. Yes, he had a hearing-aid that managed to balance that out, but... he didn't always use it. He didn't want to. Sometimes, it was just easier to shut the whole world out.

“I worked in Afghanistan,” he eventually said, picking his words wisely, but what good would it do to keep this from the young man across from him? Geralt was the one who wanted to rent the apartment, so it was only fair to tell JulianJaskier a little bit about himself. Not all the details but a little bit. He wasn't one to talk much anyway, “Came back half a year ago and I can't deal with the city anymore. Too loud, too crowded, and I thought it would be nicer for Roach.” Which had come to him as an afterthought, but in the end, it was nice to not have to walk to a park, but just walk around the area or play with her in the garden – which Geralt had already gotten a glimpse of from the outside. He needed a place where he could get some sleep and not be woken by every honking car in the middle of the night.

“Yeah... I get that,” Jaskier said with a weary smile, handing Geralt the cup of tea he'd prepared. Geralt's eyes didn't leave him, trying to figure out what had happened, because by the look on Jaskier's face something must have happened. It always did... “I grew up here with my grandma, but she passed away over a year ago, so that was when I returned here, renovated the whole place. It's actually a lot better than living in the city, I just needed some time to realize that.” Or maybe he'd had to grow up a little bit and learn to cherish the peace a home could bring.

“Sorry for your loss.” Geralt could only imagine what he'd been going through. Yes, he'd lost some of his comrades, but not someone who'd raised him. In fact, he'd never really had someone growing up. Only when he'd gotten older, he'd found his friends, that were more like family, his brothers, and none of them had left him for which he was grateful. “That's really good tea,” he said to lighten the mood, and it actually made Jaskier crack a smile, but it was still the truth. Ever since he was back, Geralt had turned to tea. There was something soothing about a good cup of tea, especially in the cold months.

“I can show you the rooms upstairs, but there is one catch.”

Oh, Geralt had known that. It was probably more expensive than it said in the ad, which wasn't a problem in itself, he had the money, but he didn't know whether he would have come here in the first place then. Or did he have a lot of parties out here and Geralt would have to live with the noises? Probably not... After all, Jaskier had said that he understood getting away from the loud and hectic big city.

“Upstairs is no kitchen, so we'd have to share this one.”

“That's it?” Geralt asked genuinely surprised. “That won't be a problem, as long as it's not a problem for you.” Relieved, that was how he felt. He'd expected whatever and then it was about sharing a kitchen? He could do that.

Jskier took Geralt upstairs and showed him around, showed him the newly renovated bathroom, the bedroom and everything else, and finished the tour off with the garden. It was still cold outside, so they didn't stay out there for long, but Jaskier got the feeling that the cold didn't really affect Geralt. It was probably time to light a fire in the fireplace once Geralt was gone.

“What is that?” Geralt asked suddenly and without waiting for a response, he walked straight towards the open door of Jaskier's studio. He didn't know why, but all of a sudden, Jaskier felt a little bashful. He tried to get past the white-haired man, but didn't really manage, because his broad shoulders filled out the door frame.

“That's my studio... It's soundproof, don't worry.” When he wanted to record something, or when he wanted to play the drums, he went in there, but usually, he played the guitar quietly while sitting in the bay window. It was probably not wise to mention now that he did that at three in the morning, so he kept his mouth shut. After all, he had a good feeling about this, about Geralt moving in, and didn't want to scare him away. Not that he really thought that anything could scare that man, but he didn't want to test his theory.

“Hmm,” was Geralt's only response as he turned around again to go back to the kitchen where Roach was waiting for him.

Geralt had moved in a week ago, and everything seemed to go well so far. They were still getting acquainted with each other, Jaskier pretty much tiptoeing around Geralt, because he was a little afraid that he would pack his things and move out again. He didn't deal well with abandonment. Never had. Back then he'd though his parents had simply left, abandoned him. It had taken a long time for him to realize that they hadn't left him willingly, but had been ripped from this earth. His first boyfriend, the love of his life had cheated on him after two years with him, and it had ripped Jaskier's heart apart. The song he'd written back then was one, he was still singing to this day, and it was a huge crowd pleaser, because most people could relate – mostly women, which said a lot.

“Maybe I'm just crazy, maybe I'm a fool, maybe I don't know how to love, but maybe I do,” he sang quietly strumming his guitar. Geralt was out running, as far as Jaskier knew, so he sat in the middle of his living room on the floor. Batman came to his side, snuggled up to him like he usually did. Close wasn't close enough for the cat sometimes, and it was more like he wanted to crawl inside Jaskier. A smile tugged at the singer's lips when he kept singing. “And I wonder does it blow you mind, that I'm leaving you far behind. I wonder does it stop your heart to know you're not my sunshine anymore.” His singing along with the guitar sounds had gotten louder, as it usually did when he came to that part. “Okay you're pretty, your face is a work of art-” But he suddenly stopped, when he looked up. There was Geralt standing in the door watching him. Sweat was dripping down from his nose, his hair pulled back into a ponytail, which Jaskier hadn't seen before, but it did things to him...

“I'm sorry, I didn't know you were back,” he said immediately, getting up and averting his eyes, because he had to pull himself together. Geralt was already a good-looking man, but that slightly dishevelled look, all sweaty like he'd been doing God knows what, was something Jaskier hadn't been prepared for.

“Just got home,” Geralt simply said, looking the musician up and down. Something was going on, but he didn't know what. And that song... Jaskier had a wonderful voice, he had to say, but so far, he hadn't heard him sing before. Just right now, and that song seemed to come from the heart. Maybe a broken one, but that made it all the more special, more meaningful. “I didn't want to interrupt you, I was just-”

“No, don't worry, I was just finished anyway.” Jaskier put the guitar away. He'd never been someone to be embarrassed about his work or shy to show what he was capable of, but right now, it felt like he was exposing himself way too much for his own good. Being on stage in front of a lot of people was one thing, but singing for just one person was different. With Yen, it always came natural, but she'd been there for him through all the hardships he'd faced so far, just like he had been there for her as well. That was what friends did for each other.

“Jaskier...” Geralt murmured, because he knew that he'd interrupted the younger one, which had been the last thing he'd wanted to do. The music had simply lured him in here, and he'd been curious to know whether it was really Jaskier singing here. And now they had this awkward situation with Jaskier leaving the room to go to the kitchen and Geralt watching after him for a moment before he decided to let it rest and retreat to his own rooms and finally shower.

The next time Geralt heard Jaskier sing was in the middle of the night. At first he thought he'd imagined it, but there was a guitar playing quietly. He was still awake at that time, not able to sleep, too afraid that the nightmares would come back and haunt him. The last couple of nights, he'd gotten a little bit of sleep, but had woken again rather early. He needed sleep, really, but the restless nights were something that had been haunting him ever since he was back. That was one reason he'd gotten Roach. At first, he'd thought that this was a stupid idea, because what could a dog do for him? It had only taken him two days with Roach to realize that he did indeed need her. Days were easier with her around, because whenever he got anxious, she was there to comfort him, to calm him down. When he woke in the middle of the night, she was by his side, calming him, but he still wasn't able to fall back asleep for a long time.

Tonight though, he hadn't slept at all so far. The clock revealed to him that it was four in the morning, so why was Jaskier still up? At first, he was irritated by the music, but it was rather calming, almost like some background music that could accompany his dreams. Good dreams, not the bad ones. But Geralt wasn't able to go back to bed right now. Instead, he pulled on his pants and ventured down the stairs as quietly as he could, signalling Roach to stay upstairs. It was dark downstairs, only a faint light shone in the living room. Geralt followed the sound and found Jaskier sitting with his guitar in the bay window, quietly strumming on his guitar, singing.

“And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I dont think that they'd understand.”

Iris... Goo Goo Dolls... One of Geralt's favourite songs. He wondered if Jaskier knew about that, but how could he? They hadn't talked about music so far, and it wasn't like Geralt was on social media and shared all the bits and pieces about his life. No, he rather liked that people didn't know every little thing about him. On the other hand, it was a classic song and pretty much everyone had heard that at least once in their lives.

“When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.”

Geralt watched him from the shadows, not wanting to interrupt him again. It sounded beautiful, melancholic, and the sad smile tugging on Jaskier's lips didn't really make it easy for Geralt to stay where he was, because he wanted to comfort him. He didn't even know why, because they'd hardly known each other at that point, but there was something that drew him to Jaskier.

When the guitar sounds stopped, Geralt froze in place, because he thought that Jaskier had seen or sensed him, but he didn't look Geralt's way, but instead picked up Batman. While Jaskier was busy with his cat, Geralt turned around to go back upstairs, but he overheard what the musician said quietly: “Maybe one day, someone will actually know who I am.”

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Stranger In The Crowd

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently ended the process of moving, Y/N is rightfully very tired but also very excited for the new chapter of her life. Funnily enough, this new chapter includes a newly formed long distance friendship/crush with a very special person from San Diego.

Requested by @boiled-onionrings Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and I’m really sorry you’ve had to wait so long for it to be posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

I let out a heavy sigh, relieved to finally be at home after such a long day of standing around in the Georgia heat with only a thin layer of fabric to protect my eyes and head from the scorching sun. Yeah, anyone who says that tent did well at protecting everyone under it today is nothing but a liar. I was in a short, strapless white summer dress, the fabric of which barely had any weight and consistency to provide heat of its own yet I still damn near melted. Ok, I’ll admit, some of the roasting heat probably came from the energy and force I put into singing the songs of my band’s new album ‘Starting At The End’. 

The mini concert we held in this large open field was meant as an introduction to the city of Savannah where all the band members - myself included - are actually from but we all moved to the West Coast to pursue our music career. And now that we’ve grown, and the majority of us are married, one of us is a father now as well, we’ve decided to return to our hometown. The decision was so spontaneous and was executed so quickly due to no one objecting to it that it still hasn’t me that I’m no longer in LA. The heat isn’t helping my ‘processing’ process but I’ll get to it eventually. Do I miss LA though? Not sure I do - I think I more miss the people I was closer to while I was there.

Suddenly, as if perfectly timed, my phone dings, notifying me that I’ve received a message. I don’t have to look to know it’s from - there’s only one person I actively text and his name is....

C ~ Your virtual buddy Corpse here, making sure you didn’t die of a heatstroke today. If you did indeed survive, just reply to this message, if not....don’t do anything, I guess.

I can’t help but giggle at the sight of the message. I promised Corpse I’d text him after the concert to let him know I was ok, but the even dragged out for longer than anticipated so I’m guessing he got worried.

How cute.

Me ~ Alive and well, but I do feel like a popped tire of an overloaded truck. Hope that’s a visually appealing description

Corpse and I met on the charity livestream Jacksepticeye organized and invited our band to so we could play Among Us with some of the best gamers and streamers on the internet. It was a huge honor and a ton of fun, definitely an event I’d like to repeat in the near future because I had such a good time and I know all my bandmates did too. We all got acquainted and even became official friends with the gamers that were practically our hosts, Corpse becoming the closest friends I’d earn. That livestream happened months ago and we still text just as consistently.

C ~ Oh I know EXACTLY what you mean. Anyway, as to not exhaust you further to force you into typing, how about you send me pictures to sum up your thoughts and emotions and plans for the evening

This is OUR THING trademark, mine and Corpse’s and no one can take it away from us. It’s a significant element of our friendship that enables us both to understand one another when one of us feels the way I described in my message - a popped tire or a deflated balloon. I’m usually the exhausted one - blame the many shows we do and the many meet-and-greets we organize for our lovely fans. It’s the type of exhaustion none of the band members mind at all, but we definitely need some time to recover from it.

As I go to sit down on my couch, the flower crown I’ve been wearing slips off the top of my head, falling on the floor, creating a soft noise that attracts the attention of one of my many cats - Sasha. She’s the youngest and most curious kitty in the family, always protected by the other four - Luna, Cassie, Silver and Lynn. Those four are far lazier and a lot more disinterested in comparison to Sasha who immediately runs over to see what’s fallen.

I smile to myself, taking the flower crown and undoing it to lessen it by a few stems to make it smaller, all the while being watched by the curious Sasha whose interest is rewarded in the end when I put the now adorably tiny flower crown on her head.

While she still hasn’t shaken the thing off I manage to snap a pic which I send to Corpse who opens it mere seconds after it was delivered. 

C ~ Sasha’s pulling off your aesthetic better than you. Sorry, someone had to let you know

I burst out laughing for two reasons - 1.The message itself, damn it! It’s hilarious; 2. Corpse has learnt the name of each one of my cats and never mixes them up - not even Luna and Lynn who look almost identical. That amount of attention to detail is astonishing and very meaningful to me, it genuinely warms my heart and that may or may not be dramatic but it’s definitely not exaggerated.

Me ~ You think I haven’t caught on yet? 

C ~ Well, if it makes you feel any better you pull off my aesthetic better than I do

He’s referring to the e-girl look I did for one show the band had in downtown LA one night. I was drunk and looking forward to trying new things so I improvised the hell out of my outfit but I apparently looked presentable enough to leave a good impression on Corpse despite the pic I sent him being a bit blurry and being a mirror selfie in the bathroom of the very bar we were performing in. It goes without saying that the mirror was dirty too - had a bunch of writing on it which Corpse said only added to the aesthetic. Looking back on it now I kinda agree, and luckily so did the fans in the comments of that same photo when I posted it on Instagram.

Me ~ Means a lot actually. Nowhere near enough to aid the burn of having a cat pull off cottagecore better than I do, but still helps XD

As if sensing that we’re talking about her, Sasha hops on the couch, poking her head over my phone to look down at the screen.

Now this is gonna be golden.

I take a selfie with my phone in my lap, the camera capturing both me and Sasha at a rather unflattering angle which has me losing my mind laughing when I send the picture to Corpse who immediately sends back a string of cry-laughing emojis.

C ~ I can’t tell which one of you is cuter

Me ~ If that was a compliment, I gotta say I appreciate it greatly

C ~ Just telling the truth ;)

It’s times like these that the butterflies in my stomach remind me just why I’ve started catching feelings for this man despite all the distance between us and despite barely knowing him - he knows me more than I know him but I don’t mind it, oddly enough.

I’m fond of our connection and though I sometimes dream of something more, I’m also content with what we already have considering that ‘something more’ seems rather unattainable as of now.

My phone dings again, clearing the fog of thoughts and presenting me with a new message from Corpse.

C ~ Oh, by the way, look what I got....

That message is followed up by a picture of a ticket. A plane ticket to Georgia! 

While I’m still busy stomaching this and dealing with my quickly rising excitement, he sends another message.

C ~ I hope to catch a The Silver Rays concert while I’m there. Heard they had an adorable frontwoman ;)

My breath catches in my throat as a wide grin spreads across my face. The thought of having Corpse so close to me sends those aforementioned butterflies in my stomach into a raving mood and they practically explode my insides with excitement and joy like I’ve never felt it before. I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that we’re about to go from having an entire country between us, to being just some ways away - him in the audience and me on stage without a single clue of who to look for. That’s part of the excitement though, I guess, part of the guessing game that’s gonna make our meeting all the more interesting.

He’ll be a stranger in the crowd and I’ll be a performer on a stage - seemingly two people who have no relation whatsoever. But damn does it go beyond that: No one has to know how hard I’m falling for that stranger in the crowd.

Me ~ I’ve heard so too, can’t confirm it though

If this is gonna be a guessing game, I’ll flip the tables a bit - I won’t take any guesses. I’ll let the answer come to me. I’ll give the first move over to the stranger in the crowd, let’s see what he does.

C ~ I’ll check and let you know, don’t worry

Not worried whatsoever, Corpsie. I’m not worried at all.

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modern!au/idol!au

characters: aether, lumine mentions: venti, xiao, kazuha, barbara, azhdaha warning(s): swearing because lumine and aether are siblings

notes: i've been lACKING these idol au's so im gonna write more idol au's because i nEEED it

You were seven when you were introduced to the twins. Coming from a foreign land, you struggled with the language they spoke in, but they were patient with you and taught you their language and much more. The twins were multilingual and explained it was from their frequent traveling and relatives from different places.

You and the twins were close, but Lumine spent more time with you, making Aether whine a lot. He would always poke sticks at you and hide your legendary, full art Pokemon cards to catch both Lumine's and your attention. It does work, but Lumine's mad.

"Aether!" She'd scream with a lisp because of a missing tooth. "Stop doing that!"

Oh, but Aether is a sibling, meaning he'd play the 'innocent' card. "Stop doing what? What am I doing?"

In the end, you'd always have to call their parents when they fist fight at the sand pit. "Aether and Lumine's mom! They're fighting again!"

"Again?" The tall blonde sighed. "Thanks for telling me, hon."

After a good scolding, Aether and Lumine would be totally okay the next minute like nothing happened. You were used to their banter and rightfully took your Pokemon cards back. Lumine stuck a tongue out, blowing a raspberry at Aether when he turned his back, grabbing three large sticks.

"Fight me!" He cried with glee, giving one stick to his sister and one to you. "I will be the grand king of the sand pit!"

You vaguely remember the rest. Maybe you lost the 'sword duel,' or maybe you didn't, but what you did remember was this tall kid playing with his cat and eating the sand. Forget the kid, the only thing you remember is his cat's name called Azhdaha.

Your hands close your story book. You would never admit to your friends, but Lumine and Aether that you still read fantasy. The other kids in the neighbourhood would laugh saying what you were reading is a kid's story.

"So what if it's a kid's story? If you like it, read it," Lumine says aggressively while Aether opens the door for both of you.

"Lumi's right. They think they're all grown up, but they're kids too," he closes the door behind him, waving goodbye to your grandma rocking on the porch. "What's the story about anyway?"

You walk ahead, leading the two to a local mall. Every week, Aether, Lumine and yourself would spend Fridays and Saturdays together.

You and Lumine often joke how Aether doesn't do 'Saturdays are for the boys.' To which, Aether would scoff and reply with, "Boys who say that are stupid, not all but most. Saturdays are for spending time with people you care about. I don't care if they think I'm weak."

You step foot in the bus, tapping the card to pay for your admission. The twins, walk behind, doing the same and sitting next to you on the bus.

"It's called 'Songs of a Siren.' It's cool, you should check it out." You say, scooting a bit closer to the side so Lumine could have more pace to sit. The bus is packed. Teenagers littered inside, only a few adults were there including the bus driver. "Let's leave. Teenagers stink."

"...But you are one."

"Well-"

After the next stop, you push yourself through the crowd, trying to exit. Lumine pushes people, muttering a few 'excuse us' while dragging her brother. Your feet land on the concrete sidewalk and you finally breathe freely.

You see the twins finally get off the bus and tilt your head, "Let's go, the mall isn't gonna wait for us."

Entering the mall, the first thing you pass by is a clothes shop. You and Aether share a look, quietly doing rock-paper-scissors behind Lumine who's beaming to go inside.

Rock.

Aether chooses paper.

You droop to the floor because you're dramatic, knowing that once you go in the shop, you'll be the one carrying Lumine's purchases.

"Alright, Lumine," you say sighing. "Let's go shop."

You see Aether in your peripheral vision, pumping his fist laughing a quiet, "Yes!" when Lumine takes out her wallet.

"I know you did rock-paper-scissors." She counts the bills from her wallet, "But I'm buying for Aether which means even if you carry the things I buy, Aether's gonna have it much worse because he will be trying on everything I tell him to wear." She grins, settling with a black debit card.

After hearing this, Aether tries to walk in another shop to avoid dressing up for Lumine, but his sister quickly catches on and pulls him by the ear and walks in the clothes shop.

"Let's go!" She says to you, "These clothes won't shop themselves!"

...

"This one?"

"No, you look like grandpa in that outfit."

"Well what if I like looking like grandpa, huh? What are you gonna do about it?"

"Some people can pull off the sexy grandpa look. You're not 'some people.'" Lumine pulls out another outfit from the rack. "Try this one," she laughs, seeing Aether's horrified face and pushes him in the dressing area.

This is the ninth clothes shop you three go to, and you were starting to feel bad for Aether who had to wear every outfit Lumine wanted him to wear.

"Lumi," you say calmly, having trouble holding five shopping bags on each arm. She's on a shopping spree and you wonder how she gets all the money to buy these things. "That should be enough shopping for the day. I'm hungry."

The blonde lifts a hand. "Hold on a second," she smiles before banging on the changeroom door, "AETHER LET ME SEE THE FIT."

You can hear the loud sigh from the other side of the door as it slowly opens. He only peeks his head out, shyly mumbling, "This is embarrassing. I don't want to walk out like this."

Lumine rolls her eyes and pulls the door open, revealing Aether in a white dress shirt and dark pants.

Aether lifts an arm, inspecting the design. "It's a bit..." he pauses, thinking of a way to not offend his sister. "It's not my style." His eyes seek for your help to back him up, but you couldn't. The style on him looks so ethereal to him, and Lumine has the same idea.

His twin ran up to an aisle and picked out two accessories: a silk cloth and a floral pin. Lumine shushes Aether who tried to punch her.

"Shut up Aether, you'll look great." She pins the black rose onto the front of his shirt and ties the silk cloth around his neck. She steps a few steps back, making a rectangle shape to symbolize a picture frame and elbows you lightly. "He looks okay for once."

Okay is underwhelming, but to describe Aether better, he looks celestial. The warm studio lights hug every angle of Aether from head to toe. His golden eyes seem to brighten more and the outfit only accentuates his physical traits more.

From the corner of your eye you spot a tall-ish man who has been wandering past the same aisle but never picking anything up. He wears ordinary clothes- a T-shirt and jeans (rather stylishly), but you know from his incoming aura he's more than just an ordinary person.

You tap Lumine discreetly while still holding onto her shopping bags and tilt your head towards the man.

Aether, who keeps picking on the cloth around his neck goes frigid when the strange man walks up to him.

"Hey kid," he says cooly. He looks Aether up and down, lifting his shades to see clearer, and pulls out a small business card from his pocket. "You look like idol material. Ever thought about being a part of a boyband?"

Out of politeness, Aether takes the card and laughs nervously, "Not really" He looks at Lumine and you for help, but you two pretend to not know him when he turns to you.

The man shoves his hands in his pocket, blowing a bubblegum and popping it. His hair slightly tousles when he turns, waving a hand.

"If you ever do decide if you wanna be an idol, auditions are held next week at 10AM," he saunters off. "If they ask who recruited you, tell them a man by the name of Valentin did."

His lavender irises looks back once more before leaving the store, "The people from Teyvat Entertainment are introduced by my very hands. Don't disappoint me."

The automatic sliding doors open for him and he waves the store greeter a goodbye.

You see Aether's eyes scanning over he card Valentin gave. His lashes flutter quickly, signaling you and Lumine he was either shocked, or confused.

Lumine grabbed the paper, a habit she picked up due to being a twin and having to share everything with Aether who won't share. Her lips part, showing the card to you.

Teyvat Entertainment.

A company who created the world's famous DCKZ and the idol, Barbara. Teyvat Ent. has one of the youngest, top rookies of the year because of a group called TVT Dream. A company with many celebrities' and the business card is legit.

A store worker no older than your age meekly walks up to the three of you and asks, "Hey, uh. Are you ready to purchase your clothes?"

...

Aether shoves Lumine (don't worry she shoves him 10x harder) on the stairs while you watch from a safe distance.

You wave hello to their mom before waltzing into their home like you did many other times. You were their third child in their mom's eyes.

You slam the twins' room open and lay yourself on the bottom bunk of their bunkbed. "So do you wanna check Teyvat Entertainment?"

You fish out your phone from your pocket and hand signal for Aether and Lumine to come close to see. Your phone turns on, showing the lock screen of the twins in their embarrassing toddler moments then unlock it. Quietly laughing at the twins who have their faces beet red from the photograph.

"Why do you have that pic? DELETE IT."

"Did mom give that to you..."

You ignore them, opening up Google and typing in the Teyvat Ent. website and search their contacts. You ask Aether for the business card, comparing the two numbers side by side, and Valentin is indeed one of the scouts for the company.

You shut your phone off, hugging the two siblings together tightly. "Whether Aether decides he wants to be an idol or not, we'll still be the best of friends."

Lumine grins, squishing your cheeks, taking a closer look at you. "Well, duh. Are you scared we'll fall apart? No, if anything you should be scared we're never going to leave you alone even if you're 60 and married."

You pinch her cheeks and start to say something until you hear sniffles and coughing. You turn to Aether who was hiding his tears.

"Shut up, I'm not crying." He harshly wipes away the water falling from his eyes, "When I go famous, I'm going to give you my autograph so you can sell it and eventually get 20 cars and houses."

...

You were a teen when the dark-haired Valentin scouted Aether to be a trainee in Teyvat Ent.

You note that without Aether, their home is extremely quiet. It's odd not seeing Lumine scream at Aether for taking her hair clips. It's odd not seeing Lumine aggressively pull on the colourful flower hairclips on Aether's hair, just to get the clips back. It's so odd not seeing Aether is general.

Lumine scrolls through her phone, looking for furniture to add to her new apartment she shares with you. The only thing in the newly bought apartment is three mattresses, three plates, and three cups, just in case Aether visits. Though, Aether visiting is rare. His visits only happen during December for Christmas, but even then he had not visited. It's been two years since you and Lumine last saw him.

You stare at your last sent messages to the blonde boy.

▶ hEY. (threatening)

YO

▶ take care okay? lumine's worrying all the time for ur health bc she keeps watching yt vids on how idols over-do themselves from training

haha thanks for telling me

are you sure it's not you who's worrying 🧐🤧

the last thing lumi sent to me was "FUCK YOU"

▶ well the last thing you sent to her was "U BUTT"

▶ and she took that seriously

are you siding with her?

▶ yes

oh okay, frick you too seen three months ago

Your feet pad against the wooden tiles, grabbing a glass of water while scrolling through twitter. You lift the glass to your lips and almost choke from the water you drink.

You click the link on the phone with the title "Debuting boy band already claiming the hearts of many! Please welcome 4nemo!" Four boys stand in the picture, one being Aether.

You place your glass to the sink and run to Lumine, sitting next to her and who her your phone. She reads it over and visibly shakes. You swear she was about to cry until she takes the phone from your hand and starts throwing it, "AETHER THAT BITCH. HE DEBUTES AND SAYS NOTHING."

You're mortified and pull your friend away from your phone, "THAT'S A NEW PHONE, STOP." You push her away and run to your device, clicking on the link.

"One, two, three! Hello we are," Aether, the familiar blonde says.

His group members follow after him. "4nemo!" They say in chorus. One by one they start introducing themselves.

"Hi I'm Aether!"

"Kazuha," one says with a raise of a hand.

An energetic member steps up with a grin, "And I'm Barbisabeto!"

"He's Barbatos, forgive him." Teal undertones make it's way to the camera, "Hello, I'm Xiao.

The one with twin braids step up, mischievously grinning. "Please take care of us and support us during our journey through the music industry."

His teal eyes squint behind the camera, whispering to the member behind him. "Psst, Xiao. I can't read I'm blind."

Xiao rolls his eyes and steps up, slightly bowing, "Please support our debuting group, we will see you in our music videos."

But Lumine and you never paid attention to what they were saying. Both of you just started crying insults of endearment to Aether because he looks so... different. His face had mature and he's a real idol now.

Reality sinks in.

Now that Aether had a growing fanbase, it's going to be harder to contact him.

"Lumine, how are we going to talk to him now?"

Lumine ponders a bit, resting her chin on her hand before smirking. "Let's create an Aether hate page."

"Yes, let's do it."

After a quick recording of Lumine and yourself, you posted the video online, and soon enough, it goes viral.

Lumine laughs, replaying the video.

"This one's for the boys with the booming system," You say monotonously in front of the camera like what you said was a speech instead of a song. "Top down, AC with the cooler system."

Lumine comes on screen, flipping her middle finger at the camera. "When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up. This one is actually not for the boys with the booming system. This is for the BITCH, AETHER WITH THE BLONDE BRAID. Look at you with your ugly ass smile," She speaks in one breath and it amazes you. "Make sure you get millions of hits or it's all for nothing. Oh Aether's an ass."

The screen shows your hand scooping the phone up and waving good bye with Lumine still dissing Aether.

You nudge Lumine, showing a comment written at the bottom of the video, covering a laugh.

"who's aether?"

"huh??! aether?"

"lOL Why Does The Person On The Left Look Like Aether?"

"OH 4NEMO DABUTE. SHUTUP YOU ANTI. THEY'RE GORGEOUS. YOU'RE THE ONE UFLY" ➡ "ahisfdh you obvi didnt watch the whole video. she said "make sure get millions of hits"

Lumine grins, commenting at the people calling her ugly and Aether way better looking. "Lol, IKR. the one on the left is trying too hard to look like Aether. it's like shes tryna be a twin or smthn"

Though, because of your viral "hate" video, 4nemo's popularity sky rockets because of the unknown 'Aether' of the group.

...

Aether watches the video on the news channel, because that's how popular the video got. He looks at his manager, "Can I send a hate video back?"

"Aether, no."

But the winds are troublesome as the ocean, because a boy with teal tips on his hair snatched the managers phone, running and giving it to Aether. "AETHER. DO IT RIGHT NOW."

...

It was a shock to you seeing people follow your twitter account.

"LUMI, [NAME], IM SRRY I LOST MY PHONE AND DIDNT WANNA TELL ANY1 OR THEYLL GROUND ME," said the tweet, tagging you in comments.

Lumine doesn't have twitter, so when she looks over your shoulder seeing the tweet with her name on, she grabs the phone and locks herself in the bathroom, "R U FR AETHER?U DIDNT REPLY TO MY HAPPY BDAY. WE SHARE A BDAY DUMBASS"

She calmly unlocks the door, giving your phone back casually while you whine, "Lumine! This is twitter! They're gonna cancel me!"

"I'll cancel them back."

Ding! You receive a post with you name under the comments again.

hello, i have to apologize for our member stealing the manager's phone to tweet that. i swear that kid's the most responsible, but he's been triggered. #kazuha

You quickly type back, under the hashtag 'kazuha.'

"@/4nemo sorry uh thats one of ur members twin & shes mad that aether never gave her a bday present when she gave 1 to him #kazuha"

notes: psst here's where i got aether's outfit inspo when they were outfit changing at the mall

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[kurosstuff]

A/N: so here's a donna x reader thing I thought of!! Also the reader is a maiden a head maid to be more exact- made the header with the only pic that DIDN'T come out terribly??? Idk how the fuck to make them?? Its- technically first pov but isnt exactly written that way idk man I'm dumb

Warning(s): blood, angie swears because I say so. Goes into slight depth of a small injury. FEMALE READER, panic attack(s) SPOILERS!! AND ANGST- this isnt a nice fic. It's not even close haha(but I changed some stuff around to make more sense so fuck you♡)

Donna Beneviento x F!reader: Right place. Wrong time

Parties sucked. Being a handmaid was fun and all but the biggest downside is you have to attend these.. events? You weren't entirely sure what they were but Lady Dimitrescu was very clear on you attending to assist her and the other lords during this time

"I swear if it weren't for Mother Miranda" Lady Dimitrescu spat out at the drunken fool-no her brother? You weren't actually sure what he was to her but they acted like siblings. Mother Miranda help anyone who asks- last person who did landed in the cellar "I would have kicked you out." Taking a drag from her cigarette. Leaning down and blowing into his face making the man start yelling as Moreau hide behind the table yet again-unless he wished to be dragged into the fight as well as he usually did during this time

If it weren't for two things happening with you. You'd probably laugh. But with how many villagers there are-the ones who hurt you. Your anxiety was racing. Even worse when the lord-no the women you were very interested in was here as well. The mysterious women dressed in all black as usual, Donna Beneviento and her doll companion, Angie by her side looking around frantically at all the new people. Jumping up and down excitedly

Deep breath...

Deep.. breath..

Turning you started out the door. Thankfully being the head maid you wouldn't exactly get in trouble with an extent of course(also helped the fact the lady and her daughters were well aware of your anxiety and were surprisingly kind about it?). As you moved you were unaware of a pair of painted eyes glancing at you before turning to another

-

The cool breeze in the air calmed you as you roamed around the garden. If it weren't for the weather it would have been such a beautiful sight. Well more then it was. Dispite the chilly air as winter was just rolling around the corner. The indication of it creeping up a bit closer with the speaks of ice and snow arounding around and on the flowers. Personally decorating then with their own weather, the crunch under your feet became louder as you got farther away from everyone

"So this is where you went?" A voice called out behind you, stiffening in response you could only hope for the best as you turned-half expecting one of the sisters, but you knew better then to assume that-if it was they'd have bitten you gently-as they could-before dragging you off somewhere

Turning around your assumption was proven correct. Standing infront of you was a small porcelain doll, odd colors painted on but overall handled with such care-you stared in awe before remembering yourself. Kneeling down a bit infront of the doll you smiled

"Why, hello Lady Angie" you started with a smile-watching the mock of a shock on her face, her mouth a gap more then it was before "would you like something?" Speaking softly to ensure not upsetting the doll if you even could? You weren't sure but you've heard that she had a temper of sorts on her

With a mock scuff Angie threw her hands in the air happily "ooo! 'Lady'? Can't remember the last person to call me that seriously" with a scratchy giggle she bounced around you happily. Almost intrigued with you "and what do I want? Hmm" she stopped infront of you again crossing her wooden arms in thought

"Walk with me"

She spoke suddenly after a moment rushing off you in tow- before her foot caught the long dress of hers. Almost sending her falling if you didn't grab her hoisting her up in your arms suddenly. Standing frozen for a second before placing her down gently

"Sorry Lady Angie." Looking her over you nodding in note of no injuries seen on the poor doll "rude to not ask but I'm glad your alright" before looking around her again to ensure you didn't miss anything.

Angie stood head titled to her side interested, holding her arms up to you she made grabby hands like a toddler would when wanting up. "Pick me up" she ordered with a giggle, kneeling down you gently grabbed her. Picking her up you held her against her hip, almost like a mom holding a baby or a toddler it seemed to be the best choice-her reaction was a happy laugh. Pointing off to a room she nodded her head towards there

"Off we go then Lady Angie" you said, walking to the door across the wintered garden. Opening the room to show the indoor version. After all Bela-the eldest likes to do some research on them every now and again-and some of the gardening things held vegetables for the other maidens to keep them "fresh" as they said.

The greenish room should more of the vibrant colors of the objects then the snowy wind from outside. Catching your attention was the chorus of 'down's' repeatedly from the doll-who in turn was put down on the floor gently. Rushing off she called for you to join her. Following close by you couldn't help but smile at her child like nature-dispite her crazy nature, it was very enduring

Turning the corner you didn't expect to see her maker-the lady of the Beneviento house. Donna Beneviento also the same one who caught your attention from seeing her for the first time. Growing a bit flustered you bowed your head towards her-gaining a snicker from Angie who whispered-or at least seemed like it- to the veiled women. Of what? You weren't sure but it must have been something if she suddenly jolted up almost nervous like

"Hello Lady Beneviento" you responded carefully. It was obvious to anyone who sees the Lady- she seems to not be be used to being social with others, "its nice to meet you, My lady" speaking formally as you've been taught-and reprimanded for repeatedly in the past. Thankfully now it stuck

Nothing but silence filled the room. No talking. No movement even from Angie who just stared at the Lord. Your anxiety crept up even faster now, did you say something wrong?

"..WELL!" Angie suddenly jumping up bringing her wooden hand onto your pant leg pulling you forward- with such strength for such a small doll. "Come on" she tugged again annoyed like a child would if their toy was taken from them

"Give me attention!" Smiling you followed her to the smaller table you've seen before- when you first entered you never knew why the Lady would want such a small table. Now with Angie you knew why. Sitting down infront of the doll you leaned forward awkwardly in the seat

"Thank you Lady Angie" smiling at the doll like child who held a cup of 'tea' flavored air towards you with a cackle and nod-unaware of the gaze on you both from the veiled women who underneath smiled slightly at the sight

After a couple moments of playing tea, Angie's attention was stolen from a butterfly getting up and chasing after it with a yell of- profanities which you could have only assumed she learned from the other Lords. Movement was heard behind you-aware of the other women you pretended not to hear as to not scare her off

A flower crowded your vision for a moment before you took it gently. Fingers grazing across the other women's gently-ignoring the way she flinched away almost like you burned her somehow "thank you Lady Beneviento" you replayed glancing over at the veiled women who moved to sit beside you-almost so still you would has mistaken her for a statue-if not for her breathing hitching softly as a smile crossed your face. You didn't want to scare her off as she finally started to relax around you, slightly but enough

Holding the flower you looked down admiring it with a soft smile- which if you remember correctly Bela-during her studies-called it a Calla lilies. Whatever it was, it was a beautiful flower. While looking at the flower you failed to notice the one who gave it to you watched intently. Almost like she was flustered- but it was hard to talk with her veil to anyone. Anyone but Angie-who giggled behind you. Ditching the Butterfly for the scene before her. It was not only surprising that Lady Beneviento gave it to you but it also confused you as to why. Twirling it in your fingers gently you glanced up to the black veiled women "Thank you Lady Beneviento" smiling before remembering you already thanking the women-you grew slightly embarrassed from the lack of response-unsurpising as it was.

Laughing that scratchy tone-almost like a disk being scratched you drew your attention to the doll clinging to your pant leg once more "oohh~" Angie started in a tease "Donna thinks your pretty~ I can see it I guess" Angie giggled pulling at your pants for attention-if it weren't for what she said you'd compare her to Daniela for her need of almost constant attention

"What?" Was all the response you gave as the veiled women yet again stiffened in response-before abruptly standing up. Looking up at her smiling getting up as well. Angie curling herself around your leg like that of a cat against their scratching post, the Lady before you stopped almost as if debating something before turning and leaving hurriedly. A groan was heard as Angie unwrapped herself from you and chased after Lady Beneviento'

"Aww why can't we keep them?" Was all that you heard before they left the room. A smile grazed your face at the comment. It wouldn't be all that bad to be a maid for the two Ladies. You looked at the flower in your hand unaware of the glowing yellow eyes watching with a knowing smile.

-

A loud call of your name rang through the building loudly- the same way it was usually used for a certain sister. Gulping the lump down you straightened your outfit as best you could to be at least somewhat presentable, the flower safely in the pocket of your front shirt poking out.

Rushing down the hallway hastily while making sure not to make it seem like your running. Getting to the lady of the castle while running from one of her daughters? Yeah not that fun. The memory of the incident where you did accidentally set one of then off thinking you were trying to run away. Rubbing the scar on your wrist shivering at the thought.

Yeah. Not again.

Rounding the corner to the front of the manor your Lady and Lady Beneviento stood almost like they were waiting for something, or someone. A loud snicker brought your attention to Angie who stated up at you, bowing your head at them respectfully-thankfully remember the first rule anyone would know

Rule 1- don't look at any of the Lord's until they gave you some sort of signal(you technically broke it? But they either didnt care or mind)

Lady Dimitrescu placed a single hand on your shoulder sending a tingle of fright and anticipation through you "I will be giving you my own head maid, Donna dear" she started nodding in your direction giving you a odd smile-almost knowing? Of something "to help around your home" with that decided-it was clear she would not be changing her mind. Not that you'd want her to either

"Oo! We get the pretty lady?" Angie giggled loudly making her run around you in circles chanting something along the lines of "Pretty!" And "tea partner" smiling softly at her, Beneviento tensed up in embarrassment at the thought of you in her home. But accepted none the less

Calling out your name as you all got ready to finally leave. You turned to your former Lord "Now" she started giving you a stern look "be on your best behavior. Treat her right." Placing a hand on your arm her nails slowly turning to claws before turning back to normal. Like a warning

-

Entering Beneviento's home you noted how.. homie it really was. Like a normal house minus the dolls around. Some on shelves others on random chests or just sprawled on the floor.

Smiling like a little kid on Christmas you let a small "woah" as you glanced around the Lady of the house watching you intently as you neared one of her dolls, a defensive one who attacked if an unknown/violent person enters in her home on instinct without her command. Nibbling her lip nervously under her veil she hoped you would grow uninterested in the doll.

She was wrong

"This is so cool!" You escalated getting way to close for everyone in the room. The other dolls stared worry surrounding them from their Mothers nerves being shot. The doll sprung to life-a sharp intake from Beneviento, Angie moved to get you away, She slammed her eye shut. Awaiting the scream of pain to come out. The blood. But nothing came. Slowly she opened to see what could only be a silent but swift kill.

Her mouth opened in shock. You held the doll gently in your hands-it didn't even try to harm you just stared curiously at you, "I'm assuming you made this as well m'lady?" With a tilt of your head you sent a smile her way. Shock and disbelief was all she felt-even Angie was stumped about this.

"W.." for the first time since she first learned to talk. Angie was at a lose for words. "Well of course you dummy!" She just as quickly regained her ability. With a nod of your head you placed the doll where it leapt from gently smoothing out its outfit and you moved back. Hands on your hips before turning to face the two once again

"Well I think its cute!" The dolls around the surrounding area chattered excitedly, their mother stood yet again stumped. They obviously liked you-and she had no idea what to do about it.

She ignored the giggle of Angie who stared at her knowingly.

-

That started your new routine.

Everyday you woke up, changed. Accompany Angie around to clean as she entertained(teased) you. Everynow and again one of the Dollmakers dolls that are capable of walking yet have no speak or full will of their own like Angie would pop up and just stare at you. Or follow you. But if you looked at then they'd run off

So that made you have another rule.

Rule 2- if one of her dolls pop up don't look at them depending on who they are, and if you see them politely smile and wave. Do not engage unless they do.

It seemed like almost everyone in the house liked you to some extent. Almost everyone. You knew the Lady Beneviento at least somewhat liked you even during the small times of seeing her.

Yet during the last couple of weeks you barely saw the Lady of the house herself. Just at breakfast through Dinner. When you bring the food in she brought the tea. She refused to let you make it- Angie said something about how that's her favorite thing(and only thing) she cooked. All the other times you assumed she had little to no interest in you.

That all changed when one day you drew her attention to you even more then you unknownly had.

While cutting the bread you glanced up watching Angie as she ran around the small room, in awe about how life like she was, even after the amount of times you've seen it and heard it- she acted like a child- it was heartwarming but it was still a surprise. "Fuck" you hissed moving your hand away from the knife, in your obviousness you accidentally cut your thumb. Some specks of blood. Looking up from the deafening silence Angie was frozen in the middle of the room staring at you mouth agape. As usual you imagined if she was truly alive you wondered if she'd outright laugh

Which she did. And to your horror mimicked you

"Fuck" Angie copied gleefully. 'Oh no' was all you could think of as you rushed to her "FUCK!!" She yelled out louder then the last

"No no Lady Angie please" you attempted to calm her. What if Lady Beneviento heard? Would she be mad? Or find this funny? You were almost scared to find out "don't say that word please" at that she froze before slowly turning her attention to you

If this was anyone else. Like for example the daughters you served at your time in the Dimitrescu castle you'd be dead right about now. That's when it finally settled in. You just gave an order. To one of the lords. And if not the most unpredictable one at that considering how out of the ordinary she is. They all were in their own sense but Angie is arguably a very very unpredictable doll. If you weren't already worried out of your mind, you are now

"Um-" you started before she floated close to your face frozen. It was a couple minutes. Long painful silence. If it weren't for this situation that was happening admiring the work done on the doll would have been something you would have been doing

"Fuck" she giggled making a deep sigh of breath you held in this moment. "Hehe~" laughing that weird laugh of hers rushing off leaving you alone in the living room. Around dolls that seemed to pierce daggers into you much harsher then usual. Like Donna knew what you just taught Angie that. Like she saw

But.. she couldn't have. She's in the basement.. right?

-

That night Angie still said the word and laughed like the 9 year old? You guessed? She was, but never said it infront of her mom. Thank god for that. But.. that didn't last long either

"Motherfucker" was the first thing you heard leaving your room. Looking at the small doll in question who just giggled at your shocked expression "you are a motherfucker" before rushing off laughing

"WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?" you yelled after Angie who in turn laughed even harder in horror you tried to wrap your mind around it. Did you say that? No. You're 50% sure you didn't say that word yet. At least not here

Standing in the hallway for a moment. Someone was behind you watching frozen not at you telling but at the young dolls profanity. Turning around you saw the one person you hoped wouldn't see or HEAR anything.

"L-Lady Beneviento!" You exclaimed bowing your head down harshly, "sorry about that I don't know where she heard that from" hoping to Mother Miranda she wasn't mad.

Silence.

A ear piercing silence surrounded you both in the hallway before the sound of a chuckle-then a deep soft laugh escaped the veiled women in front of you. Bringing her hand under her veil to probably whip away tears she probably had escape from how hard she laughed. Standing in shock at the scene infront of you-growing flustered before a smile crept on your face.

You could only hope you'd hear that lovely sound again.

"...thank you" a hoarse voice so soft you had to hold your breath to hear it clearly. It was even more apparent that she hardly spoke to anyone if it was that hoarse. But it was still the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. A smile crept up your face as your heart swelled in happiness. "Donna." She interpreted your thoughts making you blink in confusion

"Call me Donna"

-

After a couple of months you and the two Ladies of the house got closer. Angie followed you around like a duck yelling profanities or teasing you about your crush on her mom- that she somehow figured out. Just like now.

"Donna and Y/N sitting in a tree" Angie sang, dancing around the coffee table. Donna sitting next to you drinking a cup of tea under her veil "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" Angie spoke making the veiled women spit the tea out onto the table and the surrounding area.

"ANGIE" You yelled flustered but chuckling at the exaggerated reaction from Donna who was frantically whipping the spilled tea off of herself. Leaning over with a napkin you helped a bit

Silence filled the room when Angie ran out laughing the only slight of sound was the tick from the clock which sat above the door to the living room. Tapping the table you glanced at the time, realizing what the time was you jumped up catching Donna off guard

"Oh! Donna I have to see the Duke" you spoke looking away unaware of frozen panicked state. You hadn't left the house since the day you moved in, so you weren't aware of the jar, unaware of the village's state. Unaware of everything. With a gulp behind the veil the one thing that mostly plagued her mind.

What if you left?

What if you saw what she helped do and left her? Forever?

She couldn't deal with another lose- especially not you. Looking back you smiled at her gently, grabbing her hands gently rubbing the too with the palm of your thumb "I'll be back. I promise. I won't ever leave you or Angie, Donna I swear it"

Taking a deep shaky breath Donna nodded her head. "Alright. Just... don't be gone too long ok?" Donna begged-Hopeing it wouldn't seem too desperate- if it was you'd never comment on it.

"Of course" you promised.

-

The trip to the Duke wasn't easy nor was it too hard, bumps and bruises here and there. But in the end it will be worth it.

"Ah, the young helper from Lady Beneviento's correct?" The Duke spoke allowed rolling out of no where- you'd never figure out how he could do that. Or how the single horse could pull such a big guy either. A large grin appeared on your face

"Duke! Hey what's up?" Going over towards his shop you looked around a bit "it's been a bit quiet hasn't it?" The Duke froze turning towards you looking as you gushed over some of his items. A smile suddenly came onto his face

"Ah yes" he cleared his throat "I believe their planning on some..celebration of some sort for the Lords. And Mother Miranda of course" he concluded

"Ah, that makes sense!" Before you would say anything else something caught your attention. A single flower. A rose. If you could remember from the many books-and studies with Angie it means "Love" pointing to the rose "I would like to buy that one please" you spoke the Duke following your gaze and smiled softly

"Ah, a beautiful rose for a beautiful lord, my dear. Perfect choice" pulling out a couple more then just the single you assumed he'd pick he held them out to you gently, before you could pull your coin pouch out he held a hand to stop. "It's on the house, dear. You don't owe me anything"

"Oh! Well.. thank you Duke" smiling you took the Rose's gently in your hand turning and rushing off, rubbing the scar on your wrist in nervousness. The Duke watched in silence- he could only hope you'd stay safe looking back in his shop at the three statues he concluded- life isn't that fair nor kind to anyone.

-

Holding the flowers tightly so you wouldn't drop them yet gently so it wouldn't break, you smiled gently, today is the day, you were finally going to tell Donna how you felt. How much she meant to you.

Rushing up the trail to the house you couldn't help but shiver, a slightly unnerving shiver-almost cold. Obviously worried about the whole confessing thing. With a rub of your wrist you gulped deeply, biting your lip slightly-Donna would never cast you away for how you felt-she wasn't like that...

Right?

The closer you got to the door as it came into view, the more worried you became, walking around the sprawled out dolls around you took a deep breath and opened the door

"Donna. Angie I'm back!" You called out

Silence

Nothing came back. No quick pitter patter from the wooded feet of Angie sprinting towards you. Gulping down the lump in your throat you clutched the flowers a bit tighter still being mindful of how much strength you put in it.

The doll room! That must be were they are, walking around the couch you started down the hall before you froze everything happened in slow motion. The flowers falling, the white red speaks appearing in your eyes.

"No..."

The scream that pierced out of your throat in horror. Anguish and grief. The bloodied body of Donna laid on the floor Angie beside her. Blood pooled around them, it was obviously Donna's and by the looks of it- it stopped pouring out. Dropping to your knees with a heavy thonk-you ignored the pain in then. The static in your ears as blood rushed from your face. Bringing Donna's head onto your lap. You shook her gently

"Donna" you started tears rushing down harsh against your cheeks-all you saw was the blurrier vison of the women you loved "wake up" you begged shaking her yet again. Trying desperately to ignore the painfully obvious dull in her eye as her veil moved slightly, before you on instinct moved it to cover her whole face.

"Don't leave me" sobbing harshly you brought her closer as you shook. "I" gulping down the sob from your horse throat "I love you, please don't leave me alone"

"Please. Come back"

All you got was silence

Then another scream

#donna beneviento x reader #donna x reader #donna beneviento #resident evil #also the ending Ethan is behind you #ethan aha what are you doing behind me with that knife-reader #HAHAHA #everyone is dead no ones happy minus Ethan and his jar baby limbs #i wrote a fuck ton #i was going to make you Heisenbergs maid but idk how the fuck to write him #so i may do another one but that route?? #i had like plots for that hehe #also. is castle the same as a manor???? #idk #ima say it is lol #also i had to take stuff out because it got to long and tumblr was being pissy about it #so during the timeskip where she tells you to call her by her first name- you and her get closer you introduce her to a thing called TV and #angie won't stop watching pinocchio and has a wooden cigarette thing #donna gets upset about it so Angie fakes puffs smoke into her face #she gets time outs everytime #also you don't actually ever see her face. even at the end of the fic you wanted to give her that much #you know what i mean? #donnas last thoughts were how glad you weren't there that day. she wanted you to live happy #even without her-she would be happy #she only regretted not telling you how she truly felt #hehe.

[green-socks]

What More Could I Ever Need prologue

Pairing: Benny Miller x F!reader (Tangled AU)

Summary: Tangled AU where Benny is in the role of Rapunzel (without the hair thing) and reader is basically a female Flynn Rider. A criminal running from the law and a boy who has lived locked up in a tower go on an adventure together. And yes, there is an animal sidekick.

Words: 1,012

Warnings: kidnap of a child

Notes: Why yes it is another Benny AU based on a movie where I have reversed the roles (I definitely have a problem). Presenting Disney prince Benny! And I sort of blame @madrefiero for making me obsessed with this idea because she keeps (unknowingly) feeding me with inspo pics but I truly love it. A billion thanks to @writeforfandoms who has listened me ramble about this way too much and read it through to soothe my nerves <33. Oh and the title is from a song that was supposed to be on the movie soundtrack but wasn't. I couldn't resist opening with "once upon a time" and I won't apologize. But after that I will get normal I promise.

The pic is pretty much what prince Ben looks like to me.

MASTERLIST

Once upon a time there was a prosperous kingdom, ruled by a beloved king and queen. They had everything they could want, but there was a piece missing from their lives. Their dearest wish was to have a child, not just to have an heir, but a child to love.

After several years of hoping, the queen finally gave birth to a beautiful baby boy with golden hair, sparkling blue eyes, and the brightest smile. The day of the baby’s birth the sun shone so brightly that everyone present swore the new prince had been baptized with little drops of sunlight.

They weren’t wrong.

-

The little prince’s cheerful nature and sunshine energy seemed to only grow as he himself grew.

The queen simply doted on her son and refused to give him over to a nurse for more than what was absolutely necessary. She even put him to sleep every night by herself, holding her precious son close to her chest, singing him to sleep.

The queen sang to her child all the time, in fact, and at just a few months old he started humming tunes after his mother, mimicking the melodies. The first time that happened the queen felt like she had just drunk a cup of very strong coffee. Such was the joy of motherhood, she thought as she beamed at her son.

Month by month little Benjamin’s singing got stronger and stronger. And then one time the queen’s flu just disappeared when she was holding Ben and he hummed a melody to her. That was when she started believing there was something truly special about the boy. And it kept on happening until the nurse noticed it, the maids noticed it - even the palace cat seemed much more energetic after being petted by the humming baby.

And the word spread - as it so often does in big palaces like that. The staff talked amongst themselves, and then someone went home and told their family, who told their friend at the pub, and so on and so on.

Word of the rumored magical golden boy who possessed some kind of healing powers reached even the farthest corners of the kingdom. It so happened that they reached a woman who was struggling with the health issues getting older had brought along, and she wanted to see for herself if it really was true.

So she searched work as a cleaning maid at the castle. That way she was free to roam the palace unnoticed and gather information on the young prince.

One night she sneaked into the prince’s room through the balcony and tried to get him to sing to her. She held the baby in her arms and croaked a lullaby she knew.

And the baby started humming with her.

Instantly, she felt her pains going away. She felt younger even.

In that moment the woman made a decision - she would take the baby with her and raise him far away from the palace. Train his singing even more so that he could keep her young for years and years. The king and queen didn’t need this child’s magical powers, she reasoned, they were healthy and easily rich enough to afford any and all remedies if they happened to get sick.

And so she grabbed the baby from his crib and ran.

A palace guard saw her running away from the palace, only her cloak billowing behind her. He heard the baby’s cries getting farther from him with every step the woman took and realized what must have happened.

He alerted the other guards instantly, and they chased after the woman, but she had vanished. They searched for days through all the kingdom, but they could not find the young prince anywhere.

Eventually the king and queen had to tell the people to give up the search and admit that their son was probably in a land far away by now.

But they never gave up hope.

Every year on the prince’s birthday, the king and queen along with all the people in the kingdom released lanterns into the sky at night, partly as a prayer that their son would someday find his way back home, and partly to thank the sun for blessing their son with that drop of sunlight when he was born, the biggest gift they could have asked for.

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Meanwhile, little Benjamin grew up away from his parents, locked up in a tall tower hidden deep in a forest. The woman, Dagmar, who had kidnapped him raised him as her own, and fed him a new life story. By the time Benny was a little older, he had no memory of his true parents or true home and believed everything Dagmar had told him.

He was told that he could not go outside, because terrible things would happen to him; mean people would try to harm him. For Benny knew he was special, that his song could heal, and he knew that his mother only wanted to protect him. She explained to him that people had tried to do bad things to him when he was only a baby, and the thought scared him.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t sometimes long to go outside. Oh yes, he was curious; he wondered what it would be like if he ever went outside - would he be brave enough to face it?

-

Every year on his birthday Benny snuck out of his bedroom at night to go to the window and watch these odd lights flying across the sky.

For some reason he was drawn to them. Maybe it was because they showed up only on his birthdays, or maybe because they proved to him that there truly were other people somewhere out there. He didn’t really know what the lights were, or what they meant, but sometimes he thought they looked like drops of sunlight floating back towards the sleeping sun.

Those mysterious lights, more than anything else, made him dream about someday venturing outside to the real world.

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Chapter 1

tagsies @writeforfandoms @starlightmornings

#benny miller fanfiction #benny miller x reader #benny miller x f!reader #benjamin miller #triple frontier fanfiction #garrett hedlund fanfiction #garrett hedlund #i still don't know what i'm doing #i accidentally wrote something

[after-witch]

With Friends Like These (Yandere Dazai x Naive!Reader)

Title: With Friends Like These... (Yandere Dazai x Naive!Reader)

Synopsis: One of your friends thinks Dazai is controlling. Dazai doesn’t like that at all. 

Based on: Anonymous said:  I just finished your recent yan dazai hc and now all I can imagine is that he moves forward with a plan to get that person to be all theirs using any method necessary [note: referencing yan dazai with oblivious/nurturing s/o headcanons]

Word count: 1400ish

notes:  yandere, manipulation

Dazai's thumb easily flicked down your phone screen, checking for anything interesting, anything new, anything (or anyone) that conflicted with his view for your life. You were in the shower, blissfully unaware that he'd read every single "private" conversation you'd had over the past few months whenever he got the chance. It was easy. You didn't hesitate giving him your password, once you'd agreed to start dating.

He probably didn't even need to do this privately, he mused; he could convince you that it was something couples did. Still, that came with the calculated risk that you'd offhandedly mention it to someone else, and they would let you know that your boyfriend was being controlling. They’d probably pry out more information that concerned them and before he knew it, you might confront him or god forbid, get up the nerve to take a break. And that might lead to... other measures, measures Dazai didn't want to take, at least not if he could keep you willingly.

So far, however, your messages were unsurprisingly mundane. You sometimes sent photos of him and you--going out to eat, heading to a museum, or simply resting at his apartment--to the few closer friends that he hadn’t yet been able to chase off.

You used to send solo selfies, silly photos of you wearing comfy pajamas or trying out new looks, but he'd put a stop to that; so now it was couples-pics or nothing. A few photos here and there. Check-ins and emojis. The occasional cancellation on your end--his doing, usually, it was far too easy to get you to lessen contact with friends. All he had to do was withdraw until you were upset, then dangle his presence in front of you on the same day as previously made plans. Sometimes Dazai hated how easy it was to manipulate you.

Ah, there is something, Dazai thought. A message from your friend Orion something-or-other. Dazai had pushed you into cancelling your recent planned lunches and movie nights and catching-up-over-drinks evenings with Orion.

He didn't want you hanging out with anyone, really, but Orion was a particularly annoying presence in your life. He'd sent you a long, meaningful and concerned message after your recent cancellation.

Dazai felt his mouth settling into a frown as he read each word. ‘You are my friend and I care about you…’ ‘I don’t want you to be mad…’ ‘I’ve talked to the others about this… ‘ ‘It seems like he’s really controlling…’ ‘Trying to isolate you…’ ‘It’s not normal…’ ‘Let’s meet at our regular place tomorrow to talk, please.’

What a prying bastard, Dazai thought. Trying to put his nose where it didn’t belong--trying to put his nose into something that belonged to Dazai: you.

Worst of all, you’d replied to this heartfelt message: “I know you care about me! I would never be mad at you for sharing concerns. :) I will see you tomorrow and we can both talk, okay? :) :) :)”

Part of Dazai was furious that you didn’t shut down your friend immediately. You should have rushed to his defense, soothing Orion’s concerns and praising Dazai to high heaven. Yet another part of him recognized that it was just another facet of your exceedingly good nature. You didn’t want to hurt Orion’s feelings by shutting him down, so you would hear him out. But was that really it? Or were you having concerns about your relationship that Orion’s message tapped into?

Dazai hated loose ends, and Orion’s place in your life needed to be wrapped up--permanently.

**

Dazai loved it when you looked anxious. You reminded him of a little mouse--and he was the cat, naturally. And it was his favorite type of nervous, soft, submissive expression that you wore as you shifted from one leg to the other in discomfort. You wanted to argue, he could tell. But you could never get up the nerve to be so mean to your boyfriend.

“Osamu… he’s--he’s one of my best friends. I don’t understand.”

Dazai kept a firm, patronizing gaze, the type that typically kept you from arguing too much. “(Y/N). I really don’t want to share the details. They’re too… awful… for someone like you.”

At that, you practically puffed out your cheeks, and Dazai had to bite the inside of his own to keep from smiling. 

“I’m a grown adult! You can tell me things, you know. I’m not--I’m not a helpless baby, you know.”

He said nothing, instead wanting to see where you would take things on your own. It was helpful--it let him know where you tended to drift, when left unguided. And it was fun to reel you back in when you strayed too far from his own plans.

“Fine!” You said, throwing up your hands. “Then I’m going to meet Orion for lunch. Who knows,” you quipped, “Maybe what he has to say will be helpful.”

It was enough to almost piss him off. But he knew that anger was the easy way out, with you. He could yell at you once and you would probably meekly comply. But that was a short-term solution to a long-term problem. 

So instead, Dazai sighed, long and drawn out and filled with an air of I-told-you-so. 

"Okay. I really didn't want to have to show you this. But..." he let the phrase trail as he pulled out his phone and tapped on the messaging app. "Read these. This is why I think you shouldn’t meet with this friend of yours.”

He held the phone out like something dirty, and you tentatively took it into your own hands.  Your eyes slowly looked down at the screen as you noted an unlisted number on top of the screen. It was a number you recognized easily--the messages were from Orion.

Your thumb slowly swiped down as you read message after message, and oh how Dazai wished he could take a photo of the look unfolding on your face. It was beautiful. You were beautiful. Hurt and humiliation and even anger mingled in, a sort of deep-set anger that he had never seen from you before. Part of him was tempted to encourage you to confront your friend, if only to see that anger bubble over. But that was an exceptional risk, so the notion was quickly tossed aside.

The messages you were reading, the messages causing tears to prick your eyes and your cheeks to redden in shame, ranged from “Orion” insulting Dazai for dating you to threatening him into leaving you and finally to insulting you.

She's a dumbass bimbo who would open her mouth for dick with a smile as long as you told her it was candy. Did you know sucked off every guy at her old work? Do you really want your reputation tainted by being with a whore like that? Just trying to warn you bro. Break up with her before it’s too late. 

And the final message, sent that very morning:

After I’m through talking to her today, I’ll be sure to send you a vid of her lips around my cock. I don’t mind an easy lay lol.

It was the last few messages, barbed and hurtful and oh-so-nasty, that did you in. Dazai watched as your pretty face crumpled into a scrunched, ugly mess. You barely had the strength to set his phone down on the table before tears began streaming down your cheeks. You used your free hands to cover your face in shame.

After appreciating the sight for a moment, Dazai took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around you. You melted easily into him, slotting yourself against his side.

“I’m--I’m--” you said, barely able to get out the words. “I’m so-so sorry!” You sobbed more, shaking your head in disbelief. Dazai felt like he could practically see the years of friendship splintering away in your devastated facial expressions. Feelings of betrayal made you so beautiful. He would tuck that nugget of information away for later use.

“He--he just wanted us to break up so he could... could...” You couldn’t finish the sentence, and instead you rested your tear-streaked face against Dazai’s shoulder.

He hushed you, gentle and protective. “It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s not your fault.” He rubbed your back soothingly. “You’re just too trusting for your own good.”

#yandere dazai #yandere dazai osamu #yandere bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #yandere x reader #afterwitch writes #me trying to write insults: the movie #idk bro bro idk bro...