#I can’t be friends with someone who is rude to waiters

[saerins]

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖…

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 2.5k | content: fluff, pining, mentions of fake dating, jealousy, reader is kind of an idiot, sae loves to tease, best friend otoya, cussing

notes: hello hello i’m on board the sae love train once more , are you guys still with me ^_^

summary: what do you do when your best friend kind of sort of forces you to confess your two-year long crush when you’re not ready to? pray and hope for the best.

“i could just tell him for you.”

“eita, fuck no,” you throw him a warning glare as you chop the vegetables up with scary precision despite not having an eye on them. only because you know if you don’t explicitly tell him not to, that he’d think it’s no big deal and do it anyway.

and let’s say, you’d rather die than let that happen.

sure, you and sae had been closer back in high school; he sat behind you and entertained the secret notes you passed to him, he used to ruffle the top of your head whenever you pouted, he used to buy food for you during breaks.

but that’s all in the past and somehow, the both of you had drifted since then.

otoya deadpans, an unamused pair of eyes looking back at you from their spot across the island. “it’s been what, four fucking years since you graduated? grow a pair,” he retorts, attempting to steal a carrot but getting a slap on the back of his hand instead.

“bold of you to say that to a girl with a knife,” you snap at him, pointing the blade at his face.

to which he merely rolls his eyes, using two fingers to push it aside. “not like you’re that good at using it.” but he sighs when you silently turn your attention back to chopping vegetables. “does that mean i have to put up with your miserable face even longer?”

you and otoya continue to bicker, and you’re beginning to wonder how you’ve tolerated being best friends with him for the past four years. he’s a real piece of work.

“fine, fine,” otoya grumbles after you’re done with lunch, bangs over his eyes. “i promise i won’t tell sae anything, okay?”

that’s after you threatened not to let him hijack your house anymore for food. for someone who’s earning big bucks being a famous soccer player, you can’t make sense of why he won’t just get food delivered. maybe he just likes to annoy you.

“good. or else i’ll kill you.”

your crush on itoshi sae has been somewhat dormant for the past few years. and by dormant you mean that you haven’t tried making any moves because you’re too scared.

itoshi sae. one of the most famous international breakout stars in soccer. one of the most talented playmakers the world has ever seen. that comes with its own sets of pros and cons.

pros? he definitely doesn’t seem like he has much trouble doing anything he wants. he gets paid for every game. he gets paid for gigs. he gets sponsorships all over the place. which basically means that financially, he doesn’t need to give a shit.

cons? the media can be brutal. sae does something that’s remotely questionable and they’re all over it. he doesn’t thank a waiter that one time? automatically labeled as a rude brat by the paparazzi. and not to mention—the amount of girls he’s forced to fake date just for the sake of publicity.

you’re mostly pressed on that last part though, because they’re all supermodels or olympic stars or rich socialites. and compared to them, well, you’re just someone who happens to be in the same friend group and hang out together every once in a while when he’s back in japan. sae doesn’t even hang out much with the group, to your dismay.

it’s a pain, or so he says.

you wonder how you drifted in the first place. maybe it’s just the fame. you wonder if he thinks of you too sometimes.

must be your wishful thinking.

kind of makes you wonder whether he does have a secret girlfriend that he’s keeping from everyone. you wouldn’t really put it past him. it’s not like he has any super deep emotional bonds with any of you (that you know of). eita says he’s definitely single, but you think he’s just saying that to appease you. he already has his hands full having to watch you mope whenever you see news of sae and another girl and yet another dating rumor.

just as well. you think sae could do better than you, spending your friday nights at home, washing dishes at the sink and looking out at the tokyo skyline instead of out partying and living life with countless friends.

you don’t think you’re too shabby though. you’re a fresh graduate with a job at one of the most prestigious companies in tokyo you can think of. it’s not bad. but you can’t help but feel it’s worlds away from the one sae lives in.

the doorbell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts, nearly dropping the white marble plate you’re washing. your eyes snap to the clock in the living room. it’s almost 9pm—right about the time when eita usually comes knocking and asking you for supper.

groaning, you wash whatever’s left of the dish soap away from your hands and sloppily dry them against the bottom of your shirt, grumbling out loud about how you really should stop coming here whenever the fuck you want, eita while you stomp over to the front door.

you open the door, messy hair and bare face and baggy clothes, fully expecting to smack some sense into otoya eita when you feel yourself freeze up at the pair of eyes looking back at you.

they’re teal and framed by pretty long lashes and definitely don’t belong to your best friend.

what the fuck is he doing here?

this is one of the rare times that you’d actually prefer to see eita at your front door instead.

sae raises a brow, giving you a once-over. of course, he’s never seen you in this state—hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled, not a trace of makeup on your face. you’d made sure that whenever there was a possibility that sae would see you that you dressed yourself up as nice as possible. if you’d known he was coming over, you’d have at least dressed decently. definitely not baggy shirt and pants that you can barely see.

“uh… w-what are you doing here?” stupid, but the best you can manage.

he has his hands in his gray sweat pockets, and fuck him for wearing a black compression top. you can just make out the outline of his abs under there, the muscles on his arms already much too obvious with those short sleeves.

“dunno, eita said there was an emergency and i needed to get here,” sae says, wholly unbothered, monotonous as usual. he lets himself in, toeing his shoes off at the entryway, positioning them neatly beside your everyday sneakers.

fucking eita.

judging by what you know, sae was probably on his way for an evening jog when otoya called him. he still has his wireless earbuds in. you wonder if anything’s even playing.

sae takes it off once he catches you staring.

he’s not carrying anything. it’s just him. you wonder if anyone managed to catch him coming over. is his most recent pr stunt already over? won’t do either of you any good if he’s labeled as a cheater.

“so? what is it?” sae asks you, again, while he walks himself inside, curious eyes looking around your apartment, and suddenly you’re hyper aware. you hope to god you didn’t leave any of your inner wear lying around at random places.

in a panic, you rush over to him, blocking his path inside, both hands on his chest as you attempt to push him back to the front door. unfortunately for you, sae’s much stronger than you are, his body not budging an inch.

“it’s nothing, he made a mistake,” you sigh, giving up when you figure that sae’s only going to move of his own accord. “he’s probably just playing a prank on you, that’s all.”

you’re hoping, praying, wishing that sae will just take your word for it and go. because that’s what he does; he doesn’t hover much, doesn’t care about anything much at all. you don’t even know the last time he’s asked about how any of your lives are doing.

the world must hate you though, because sae only offers a grunt in response before looking towards your kitchen (you’re internally sighing in relief, glad that you cleaned your kitchen up before this). “i’m thirsty, you have anything to drink?”

you blink at him, stumped that sae is wasting his precious time in your apartment, but who are you to say no to sae, of all people?

“yeah, sure, juice?”

sae shrugs, “whatever.”

you turn your back on him, slowly taking your carton of apple juice and finding the nicest glass that exists in your cupboard, cursing yourself internally for not preparing for unexpected guests enough. you do this slowly partly because you’re trying to calm your stupid heart down, still not fathoming why on earth sae’s wasting his time with you.

carefully, you rehearse yourself in your head, where you’re going to step, how you’re going to walk over to him—you really are just hopeless. count it your bad luck that the moment you turn around, you nearly drop the glass because you’re forgetting a really fundamental issue here: your merch.

“no no no, uh—” you leave the glass on the countertop, scurrying over to where sae’s staring and thumbing at something on your coffee table.

sae looks at your flustered reaction, giving you way to grab your things off the table and stuff them in the drawer where they’re out of sight. he blinks at you, a slight amusement bubbling inside him.

“wow, big fan, huh?”

you don’t know what’s worse: you being your most unpresentable self right now or that sae just caught you having some of his merch.

“so you have some of eita’s merch lying around too or is it just mine?”

you could die of embarrassment right now.

back still turned to sae, you desperately search your brain for answers. thinking on the spot doesn’t seem like your strong suit right now.

“it… was a gift.” believable, right?

sae hums, as though he’s contemplating. “why just mine then? why not oliver’s or my brother’s?”

fuck.

“i don’t know, maybe yours was the only one that wasn’t sold out.”

“ouch.”

you didn’t mean to indirectly insult him but what’s a drowning girl to do?

sae sighs when you keep quiet, still staying out where you are, trembling too much to move. “didn’t know you were in love with me.”

this time, you whip your head around to face him—that same stoic expression of his unchanging on his face. “am not!”

his brows shoot up. “but you bought some of my merch.”

“i told you, it was a gift.”

you need to get paid for still standing up on your own two feet right now. your head’s way too giddy from the interaction, considering.

“even that figurine over there?” sae’s finger points to a small toy just barely visible behind the nooks of the bookshelf. it’s a small figurine; something sold a few years back when sae was just first starting out. you’d bought it because, well, you’d thought chibi sae looked cuter than actual sae. (especially now when he’s just staring blankly at you.)

“that was…”

“a gift?”

you think he’s making fun of you now at this point.

“anyway, we’ve established that there’s no emergency here so why don’t you just go?” you’re pretty sure sae won’t ever talk to you again—not after coming across what he did tonight. he probably thinks you’re a freak, probably questions why he even considers you his friend (to which you’re now wondering if that’s even true at all).

you make a mental reminder to yourself to kill otoya eita tomorrow.

sae lets you push him towards the entryway, apple juice long forgotten on the countertop, collecting condensation with water pooling below the glass.

“you must like me a lot, huh?” he ponders out loud as you continue pushing him towards the door. you see a hint of cockiness in his stare now, the slightest tug of a smirk on the corner of his lips.

“i do n—”

“be careful what you say,” sae cuts you off, toeing his shoes back on, looking glamorous as ever and you nearly forget that he looks straight out of a magazine even in his sportswear. “‘cause i’ll believe you.”

part of you wants him to just go already so your knees can buckle under, but part of you wants to ask him what he means. what’s he insinuating? isn’t the answer clear enough.

but now it’s way past nine and he’s all ready to go yet he’s still standing at your doorway, waiting for your answer. you want to scream no, you want to keep your secret safe, you don’t want him to know about the crush you’d been harbouring. but he told you to be careful what you say because he’ll believe you.

“s-so what if i do?” you stutter, failing to look him in the eyes, your stare focused on the air in between you.

sae’s features soften ever so slightly, like he wasn’t expecting you to give in so quickly, but it isn’t one of disgust. it’s more like one of pleasant surprise.

after what seems like an eternity, sae finally opens his mouth.

“you must’ve gotten jealous a lot with all those girls i’d gone out with.”

your fist instinctively connect with his arm, his stoic finally giving way to a grimace, palm rubbing his triceps in pain. out of all the things to say, he chooses to say that? you think he deserves it.

“you know what, sae? you can go back to your fake girlfriends, i could care less,” you snap at him, pouting. you hate that despite how ignorant his words are that you can’t find it in yourself to hate him.

sae exhales sharply, chuckling softly when he sees your pout, and you feel as though it’s the first time you’ve seen him like this even though it’s not. his hand comes up to ruffle the top of your head gently, and you’re reminded of when he did this to you back in high school.

“can’t do that, can i?” he tells you, that soft disposition gone and the stoic mischief coming right back. “not when i’m in front of who could be my real girlfriend.”

your heart might’ve forgotten how to beat.

sae leaves you standing there, left to your own devices as he exits your apartment, fully aware of his effect on you.

not long after he leaves (while you’re still standing in the doorway), your phone buzzes in your pocket. you fish it out and see his name there for the first time in a long time.

you smile to yourself as you read his message. okay, so maybe you’ll spare eita’s life for now.

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[sosuigeneris]

Socialite series: mentality

Here is a list of tips I keep pinned on my notes app.

You have to be competent in order for people to be jealous of you.  No one is going to be jealous of a lazy bum. Making people jealous isn’t the purpose of your life but it does indicate whether you’re successful or not. The better you are, the more haters you will have. Develop a strong sense of self esteem and get rid of your mediocrity.

If you weren’t invited, not informed or given a late invite - do not go. 

Nothing more embarrassing than showing up to an event where you weren’t invited. Now, if you were given a “pity invitation” don’t be rude in declining it. Be polite, cordial and respectfully turn it down.

Learn to be assertive without being aggressive and triggered. Keep a strong hold on your facial expressions and tongue. Raising your voice, rolling your voice, throwing insults only reflects badly on you. Learn to stay calm, cordial, facially inexpressive and poised during uncomfortable situations. You will be seen as someone with an upper hand because you’re clearly not falling for stupid shit and it’s very obviously beneath you.

Every group has the most influential leader. Figure that person out. See who people seek the most validation from, who makes the group decisions, who starts the gossiping - you found em. If you still can’t tell, there’s one more way - the most influential person is the richest or the prettiest in that circle. It’s normally one or the other. Even among rich circles, one person will stand out and people will lick her butthole if they could. I can give a solid example for this. A billionaire got married to his girlfriend, and she’s a part of my private business organisation. The rest of the members in our cohort are rude, indifferent, cliquey and snarky. However, when she enters the room, there is an instant reaction towards her - they all want to be friends with her, they’re nice to her, etc etc. She’s a lovely, sweet and pretty girl (thank God) but it just proves that even among the rich - the person with the most desired value (rich or pretty) stands out. The point being is this - if the most influential person tries you, nip that disrespect in the bud. Do not take shit from this person because the rest of the clique will follow suit. And keep the assertive point in mind.

Be open to different thoughts. But hold your ground and exude confidence. It’s okay if you don’t have an opinion on something. But if you do - don’t feel insecure in expressing it. I have a friend who’s really insecure. She often expresses her mind in a “questioning” way. for instance: a waiter was rude to her. She told us that story. But she seemed so hesitant: “I guess… he was rude??? I thinkkkkk he was rudeeee?” ‘I guess’ ‘I just’ ‘I think’ are what I call insecure statements. They make you look insecure and weak. A lot of insecure people tend to end their sentences in a questioning tone (pitch goes up instead of down). When you end your sentence with your pitch going down, you come across as confident.

When you are a beautiful, smart, well rounded woman, people crave for your validation. People want to be associated with you because it reflects well on them. Do not give your time or energy to bloodsuckers.

Be polite, NOT friendly. Don’t overextend friendship. You’re not their mommy. You don’t have to look out for people. 

Pretty privilege exists. Being skinny and pretty 100% changes the way people look at you. They will treat you with respect and kindness. 

#i’m just a girl #this is what makes us girls #female manipulator #divine feminine #just girly thoughts #this is a girlblog #female hysteria #it girl #hyper feminine #girlblogging #Socialite series #Socialite #Hypergamy #leveling up #that girl #soft life #level up journey #high value woman

[legen-wait-for-it-drarry]

second date

February 1st prompt for @hdcandyheartsfest: second date

(for my lovely, oblivious wife, who, at the end of our first date, still didn’t know whether I liked her or not. even after I kissed her.)

- : -

Decades of friendship be damned, he was going to murder Hermione for this.

“You need to get back out there, Harry,” she’d said, matter-of-factly, and then, before Harry could respond, she had conjured up charts - from behind the couch, not magically - and she was using her ‘called-on-in-class’ voice. Only this time the subject was his love life.

Still, the nostalgia had hit him the same way it did when he’d occasionally go back to Hogwarts to watch Quidditch matches, and he couldn’t help but smile at her. And maybe that’d had something to do with him saying yes to her absolutely bonkers idea of setting him up on a blind date.

“I need you to trust me,” Hermione had said so earnestly that it had worried him a little. It’s not that he’s shallow, per se, but that’s not exactly a phrase someone offers before setting you up with a supermodel. But he didn’t think Hermione was going to set him up with an actual troll or anything, so he agreed. Still, he continued to worry.

“I need you to trust me” rang in his head as he showered and then stood in front of his mirror, trying to do something to make his hair manageable.

“I need you to trust me” echoed around his brain as he got dressed, looked in the mirror, reconsidered, and changed. Twice.

“I need you to trust me” danced around in his mind, the words doing all sorts of fancy ballet moves, as he paced around his flat, back and forth for ten minutes, watching the clock the whole time, before giving up and Apparating out to the bar twenty minutes early.

His date still has ten minutes to arrive before Harry can even think about adding ‘being stood up’ to his list of concerns about this date, though that idea still makes his stomach clench unpleasantly. He takes a big gulp of water and tries to calm down and stop thinking about murdering one of his oldest friends. But really, he can’t believe he’d agreed to this nonsense.

“I should’ve known it’d be you,” a voice says, sounding only slightly exasperated. Harry swivels around on his chair, spilling ice water down his front, and watches in stunned silence as Draco Malfoy walks up to his table and sits in the unoccupied chair. “It’s nice that after all these years, Granger is just as predictable as ever.”

“It somehow never occurred to me that it would be you,” he manages to say, honesty spilling from his lips before he can consider if it’s too rude to say. Draco doesn’t look offended, however; he looks perfectly unaffected as he reaches out to the pitcher of ice water and pours himself a glass.

“No? Then I’m afraid you may not know your best friend as well as you think you do,” he says, and Harry bristles a little and opens his mouth to argue. The insufferable bastard across from him arches an eyebrow and Harry pauses. Considers his current predicament. 

Hermione’s been working with Malfoy – well, slightly Malfoy-adjacent - for about six years now, but he’s never really come up in all of her stories about her coworkers at St Mungos. They work in different departments, after all, and Hermione’s constantly so busy that it never occurred to him that she has a life outside of, well… the things he already knows about. When on earth does she have time for it all?

“You know what,” Harry says finally, “maybe you’re right.” And then he flags down a passing server for drinks, says “keep them coming, thanks,” and settles in for what is sure to be, at the very least, an interesting evening.

- : -

“So, you didn’t tell her?” Draco is saying a while later, and he’s doing that obnoxious sexy smirking thing that he does and – nope. Harry shakes off that thought. Then pauses. He’s on a date with the man, shouldn’t finding him attractive be a good thing?

The waiter brings his 3rd drink. Offers Draco another.

“I’m good with water, thanks,” Draco says. Then, to Harry, he says, “Should I be offended that you have to be inebriated to tolerate my presence?” Harry pulls a face at him.

“I’m not inebriated,” he says, rolling his eyes. 

“Not for lack of trying.”

“Worried about taking advantage, Malfoy?”

“Hardly,” Malfoy says. “I don’t put out until the third date, anyway. Why didn’t you tell Hermione?” he asks, abruptly changing the subject before Harry’s mind can dwell very long on the rest of his sentence.

“What?” he says instead, and the look Draco gives him makes him feel like he’s not making a good case for his sobriety.

“You’re so astounded that Hermione didn’t tell you about our passing acquaintanceship, but you never told her about…” he pauses for a second, “our history?”

“It didn’t matter,” Harry says dismissively, then cringes. “I mean –”

“No, no, by all means, don’t stop being honest now,” Draco says, putting up a hand to wave off any potential backtracking.

“My dating life doesn’t matter,” Harry pushes on anyway. “I don’t really tell her about every date I go on. I tend to keep her out of my love life ever since Ginny. They’re friends, I don’t want to make it weird.” And, oh gods, why is he telling Malfoy all of this anyway? It’s none of his business either.

“It’s probably why she feels the incessant urge to set you up on blind dates,” Draco points out, because of course he had to go and make a decent point on top of everything else. On top of being attractive and insufferable.

He’s definitely going to kill Hermione. Or at the very least, jinx her with something mildly unpleasant.

“In my defence,” Harry says, using a toothpick to fish in his bourbon cocktail for a cherry, “I thought it was going to be a first date, not a sequel to a notoriously bad first date.”

“Notoriously bad for you, maybe - didn’t even break my bottom 10,” Draco says dismissively. Harry snorts.

“Wasn’t bad for you,” he says darkly, “I got a concussion. How many of your dates have ended at the hospital?”

“It’s not unheard of,” Draco says vaguely. “I do work there, after all.”

“You take a lot of your dates to work with you? Remind me why you’re still single?”

At that, Draco rolls his eyes. “I did not ‘take you to work with me’, I didn’t even work there yet,” he snaps, getting agitated enough to use actual air quotes. He looks at his hands in midair as though he can’t believe it himself and immediately puts them back down. One goes to the bridge of his nose, the other clenches on the table. “You can’t possibly blame me for your concussion.”

“I took you ice skating, you’re the one who had to take something that was supposed to be romantic and make it all competitive.”

“I didn’t –”

“You absolutely did,” Harry adds, before Draco can bother denying it. “Probably traumatised a bunch of schoolchildren in the process.”

Draco mouth clicks audibly as it shuts. He clears his throat and, to Harry’s great surprise, his cheeks are a little pink. He looks down into his glass of water, determinedly not making eye contact. “I didn’t realise it was a date,” he says finally, after one more throat clear.

“What?” Harry asks, though he’s quite sure he heard him properly.

Draco sighs. He finally looks up, but this time makes eye contact with a spot just above Harry’s head. “Until the end, when you joked about it being one of the worst dates you’d been on. I didn’t realise we were on a date.”

“Jesus, Malfoy, you thought I just casually asked you out to go ice skating?” Harry says, and then, before he can help himself, he’s laughing.

“Your invitation happened to come a mere week after Hermione asked me over for drinks, I thought it was simply a coordinated effort to… foster amity.”

“Foster amity,” Harry repeats, rolling his eyes, but he’s still grinning. Everything is sort of clicking into place. “No, you oblivious git, I liked you.”

“Oh,” Draco says. A few different expressions cross his face before finally settling on one Harry doesn’t recognise. That pink tinge is still splashed across his cheekbones. Harry kind of likes it. “Past tense?” he asks finally, this time actually making eye contact and the weight of it makes Harry’s stomach clench.

He blinks at him. Wonders what Draco would say if he were honest, if he admitted how long he’s fancied him. “I… well. No, not necessarily,” he says instead, and now, the look on Draco’s face is definitely pleased.

He might actually thank Hermione for this.

“Well then,” Draco says, sitting up straight in his seat and smoothing out his already wrinkle-free shirt. “I propose we start over.”

“Meaning what, exactly?” Harry asks warily.

“It’s not really a difficult concept; I’m simply proposing a fresh start. Restart the date with both of us knowing it’s a date and knowing we’ve come here to go on a date with each other.”

Harry looks around the bar. All around him, chairs are stacked upside down on top of tables, and he can see a tired-looking employee in the far corner, sweeping the floor and shooting them glances.

“Not a bad idea, but I think we’ve overstayed our welcome.”

“Any ideas on where we can go?” Draco asks, standing and pulling out his wallet to pay for Harry’s drinks.

“Depends,” Harry says, then, unable to resist, he lowers his voice suggestively and smirks. “Does this technically count as our third date now?”

It takes Draco just a second to understand the implication, but when he does, that pretty blush is back again. He almost fumbles as he puts his wallet away.

“Good grief,” he mutters, but the corners of his mouth are twitching. “You’re going to make me regret this, aren’t you?”

Harry leans over, catches his hand. Tangles their fingers together. Much to his delight, this only seems to fluster Draco further.

He’s going to send Hermione flowers.

“Absolutely not,” he says emphatically and uses his grip to pull Draco closer. “Just in case you’re still lagging behind here, I’m going to kiss you now. Is that alright?”

(And because Draco still has to take something romantic and make it competitive, he leans in and kisses Harry first.)

#drarry #my fic #fanfic #prompt: second date #rating: g? #idk this seems pretty g rated lol #fluff #draco/harry #harry x draco #draco x harry #drarry fic #hdcandyheartsfest2023

[tender-rosiey]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒 | gojo x f!reader

| pt 6 | - | pt 7 | — [SERIES MASTERLIST]

something has to be wrong with gojo.

he is sweating and for the first time in a long while is actually nervous. he doesn’t know why, but the only thing he knows is that you guys are going on a date today and he is super excited, yet nervous.

it was as if it was just yesterday when he was only doing it for “research” but now he feels like everything you do affects him in a way he can’t give justice to its description. if had to put it into words though then he feels like his chest can burst at any moment and that he just has the strong urge to hold you, but he realizes that it’s not yet.

he can’t do any of that just yet.

you, thankfully after two months of platonic dates and begging, considered him a friend and someone you can joke with freely and smile without glaring daggers at him.

he was so sure back than that if looks could kill, every time you noticed him he would be dead 17 times over along with his whole lineage.

“hello, pretty lady!” you hear him yell and look back to see him waving his hand around.

you give him a small smile before greeting him back, “hey gojo; what’s up?”

he takes a seat beside you, “oh nothing! I am supposedly on a date with a an absolutely attractive lady; have you seen her anywhere?”

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.”

he rolls his eyes, whining, “you must’ve at least caught a glimpse of her in the windows.”

at that you quirk an eyebrow, “how exactly?”

“don’t you see your reflection in windows?”

you smack his shoulder lightly and he laughs, “I am very charming, I know,” he boasts before calling for the waiter.

you both order what you want and are now left to each other’s company.

“there is something on my mind,” he asks and you hum for him to continue, “how did you convince the elders to cancel the marriage?”

you recall the events before laughing, “I don’t think you want to know.”

“but I do!!”

“okay, hold your horses, kiddo,” you say.

“I am literally older than you; you’re pretty rude,” he grumbles.

at that time, the both of you were very much at each other’s throat and it was more than obvious.

you went to the elders one day, fuming and at your limit with that asshole.

“I demand a divorce,” you say, your words clear and sharp.

the old men gaped, eyes widening at your confidence and rather brazen attitude.

your grandfather is the one to speak up, “ you seem to have lost your manners in the time you spent with that imbecile of a kid, y/n.”

“don’t test me, old man; the only reason I am not chopping your head off is my dad.”

your father was always against whatever the elders decided, but because of his father, he was rendered useless.

“if you don’t let me divorce him; I swear to you, you will regret it.”

“what could a frail and weak woman like yourself do?” you hear one of the elders say with the others joining him with laughter.

that day, you left the room with divorce papers, and left behind 13 injured elders who dare not speak your name if questioned how they were hurt.

“that’s badass! like super cool!” gojo muses as he laughs, imagining the scene.

you take a sip of your drink, “obviously; you should’ve seen their faces.”

his laughter quiets down, “but really, that’s pretty cool of you; how did you not get an execution?

“threatened them,” you say, continuing to sip on your drink.

gojo waits a bit before talking, “I really wish that we would’ve been by each other side back then, like actually and by our decisions,” he says softly like it’s a secret between the both of you.

you aren’t used to him being like this, not one bit so you flick his forehead, “what’s in the past, stays in the past; we can’t change it. we can only focus on the future.”

he rubs his forehead, half-heartedly glaring at you.

gojo nods before his hand itches towards yours slowly, asking for permission.

he feels his heart do a little dance when you intertwine your pinkies because as small as the actions and touch is, it still means something and it’s proof that you guys have finally moved forward in your relationship.

a little part of him now feels guilty, isn’t he leading you on?

another part of him thinks that he isn’t.

why? because he already got all that he needs to know long ago, then what’s he waiting for?

is he unable to break it to you? especially after you finally let him in?

or is he falling for you?

he wants to shake his head at the thought, to deny it because as empathetic as he can get at times, he knows better than to let strong emotions take over his being.

he decides that he just considers you someone he can trust and rely on, a friend.

he also knows that if he continues falling for you then there’s no way out.

gojo starts seeing you in every part of his life after that date, thinking about you and how things would’ve been if you guys were together all this while.

how would it have been if you spent 9 years in love? where would the both of you be now? would it feel even better than this? is there any better?

would all your dates be filled with laughter and light-hearted talk that makes you both forget about the corrupted world you’re living in?

the strongest knows love is a twisted curse, but he can’t help but yearn for yours even silently.

“what’s got your mind in a twist, gojo?” he hears your voice, now his body slightly tenses but then quickly relaxes after it.

he was sitting on top of the jujutsu building, silently wondering how you knew he would be here but quickly pushes it to the back of his mind.

he laughs, “I am thinking about how pretty you are.”

“I will punch you.”

he doesn’t know how to tell you that what he told you is the truth. he is sure that you would dismiss it even if he assured you that he isn’t just flirting.

gojo is knocked back to reality when you sit beside him, “the kids are getting really strong; I am proud that our hard word is paying off.”

“you mean, MY hardwork. I am the main teacher,” he interjects.

you scoff, “you are barely here, you ass.”

silence fills the air and gojo decides that he needs to tell you about everything before you find out in an uglier way.

“y/n, I—“

“gojo, I need you to come to the clinic,” shoko shows up and catches the both of you.

he grumbles, “is it urgent?”

she nods, before she disappears, leaving the sound of her clicking heels.

you usher him to go and he does as told, soon after they are at the clinic.

“I can’t believe you!” she yells and gojo can already predict what she is mad about.

he sighs, “listen, I know—“

“no you don’t!”

his eyebrows furrow, why has everyone been cutting him off lately?

“you lied to me.”

“listen shoko, I know I did, but I was going to tell you anyways.”

“when?” she pressures, “after you get the ‘information’ you want from y/n?”

her heels click harshly on the floor as she is now face to face him him, “this is taking advantage of her.”

“well, I was going to tell her that all about it today, until you cut me off that is.”

shoko is speechless for a moment, “you don’t just tell people that! how do you think she will react?”

“that wasn’t the only thing I was going to tell her about,” he mumbles.

shoko quirks a brow, tone rather challenging, “oh? what were you going to tell her then?”

“you will find out sooner or later,” he concludes before stepping towards the door.

“gojo, don’t fuck it up even more.”

he nods, “you can trust me.”

soon, he is reunited with you on the roof once again.

“Oooo, what’s got your mind in a twist, pretty lady?” he inquires and you huff.

you look at him, dead in the eyes or at least blindfold, “dumb ways to kill gojo satoru.”

“wow, okay.”

“oh yeah! gojo,” you call, and for some reason his heart now flutters when you call his name and he wonders if that fluttering will feel even stronger when you call him by his first name, “why do you wear a blindfold now?”

he laughs, before raising his hands in quotations, “if you stuck around then you would’ve found out.”

“well yeah, but now I am asking so answer me.”

he takes a seat beside you once again, leaning pretty close, “so demanding.”

you swat him away, “just answer the question,” and ignoring the very offended face he is sporting.

he takes his blindfold off and you’re now face to face with his crystalline blue orbs that seemed to capture the entire sky in them.

“why do you think so?” he asks

you hold your chin in a thinking manner before snapping your fingers, “because—“ he anticipates your answer, “children are scared of it!”

he deflates, visibly so too, “no, it’s because it get overbearing having to see everything all at once, all the time.”

“poor you, I guess.”

he grumbles, “and they say I am not empathetic!”

your laughs rings through his head, and he doesn’t want to forget that sound.

will you laugh the same after he tells you the truth of the situation or will those eyes learn to hate him with great passion all over again?

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Drabble in which Dramione are set up on a blind date - which happens to turn into trivia night

A/N: I can’t stop writing ridiculous Drabbles please someone stop me 

“This has got to be a joke.”

“I’m going to kill Zabini.”

Hermione and Draco both stood, dressed to impress, in front of the same single table for two at Diagon Alley’s best - and only - upscale restaurant.

“You’re my blind date? I showered to come meet you?” She hadn’t meant it to come off as rude as it sounded but, come on. She’d shaved her legs for this.

“Charming. One would hope that you shower regardless of who you’re going out to see.” She noticed his, exceedingly obvious, glance up and down her body and was suddenly very conscious of her choice to show as much cleavage as this dress revealed.

...What? It’d been a while since her last date...

“My shower habits are none of your concern, Malfoy.”

“Do you want them to be my concern?” he asked, taking a step towards her. “I have pretty minimal criteria when it comes to the women I’m willing to shower with..”

A brief image of herself in a shower with him flashed through her mind before she shut down that nonsense immediately and sat at their table in a huff. “I was told my date was some smart, handsome Ministry executive.” 

“All of which I am, Granger.”

He wasn’t wrong, per se - in the years since they’d seen each other, Malfoy's looks had become better with age. He’d grown out his hair, which was gelled back neatly tonight, though he left a few playful pieces resting on his forehead. His entire ensemble screamed 'money’. She hadn’t known he’d grown so successful in his job.

She scanned his body as he had hers - his physique looked strong underneath his blazer, which caused her to begin wondering about his gym routine...

Which brought her back to the shower image...

But she couldn’t let him know she was having any of these thoughts, so she just asked -

“So…what do we do now?”

“Well, I expect you think we should just go our separate ways?”

Malfoy’s smile turned smug, as if he knew she indeed was about to suggest that they part ways. But because, even as adults, she wanted to wipe that smug look off of his face, and before she could regret her decision entirely, she said - 

"Let’s eat.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Malfoy said, sitting down in the seat opposite from her, “because I’m starving and the tab is being picked up by our miserable friends.” He opened the menu, “So I intend to overcharge their card with at minimum two appetizers and a bottle of their finest,” he peeked over the menu,  “do you prefer red or white wine?”

“Red,” she said. “And make it fancy.”

“One fancy red wine, coming up.”

After a quick chat with the waiter and a surrender of the menus, Malfoy folded his hands under his chin and regarded Hermione, curiously. 

“It’s been.. a while.” he said.

“Five years,” she agreed.

“So tell me Granger.. are you still a complete know it all?”

Without missing a beat, she rebutted, “I don’t know, Malfoy, are you still a complete git?”

Malfoy chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. He was handsome when he laughed. “Okay, I guess I deserved that. But, I asked my question for a valid reason.” He nodded over towards a standing chalkboard in the front of the room, on which read the words: TRIVIA NIGHT.

As if summoned, a stout wizard with a comically large mustache muttered a ‘Sonoros’ charm. With his voice now amplified, he addressed the crowd.

“Good evening, and welcome to our weekly trivia night!” A smattering of applause came from the tables around them, which, Hermione assumed, meant that everyone else in the restaurant was aware of the night’s activities before sitting down at their tables, unlike themselves. 

“Our friends are dead,” Malfoy muttered.

“So dead,” she agreed.

“We’ll start the night by confirming your team names.”

Along with their glasses of wine, they were handed as small slip of paper. She rummaged through her bag for a quill to write with. With it, she found a note that she didn’t remember seeing a few hours before.

She unfolded it and read the familiar handwriting.

Try to enjoy the date - he asked to be set up with you. Don’t let him know that you know. xx Ginny 

So he’d asked to be set up with her? She thought he hated her. Perhaps he was bored of his usual one night stands and opted for some hate sex?

“What’s this for?” Malfoy asked, pointing at the blank parchment they’d been given.

Hermione was startled back to reality. She stuffed the note back into her bag and closed the clasp.

“Oh - uh, each table is a team. We have to compete against the other tables. But first, we need a name for our team.” 

“Oh, I’ve got this.” Draco stole the paper and her quill, jotted something down and went to hand it in to the host. He wore the grin of a child on his face when he returned to their table. 

Hermione glared at him, accusatorially.

"What did you write?”

He merely shrugged. “You’ll see.”

The host announced 7 other teams before he finally got to theirs. He cleared his throat to reveal their team name, but after reading their slip of paper, became hesitant. He whispered something to his cohost, waving around the small parchment exasperatedly. After a brief discussion, the mustached wizard returned to the crowd with an annoyed look, like he suddenly despised his job.

“Let’s welcome our final team - Hiss Hiss Motherfuckers,” he said, but the curse came out as more of a mumble. His face had turned a shade of red that rivaled the color of Hermione’s dress. 

Horrified, Hermione whipped her head back to glare at Malfoy. “Malfoy, what the hell was that?”

“Oh, come on. He didn’t even say it right!” But he was laughing joyfully as he said it. 

Damn, he really was handsome. Maybe his intentions for setting up this date didn’t matter. She came to the realization that it would take very little convincing from him to get her to follow him.. anywhere, really.

She took another drink of her wine, trying to ignore her date’s...unexpected allure. 

“Everyone, ready your buzzers and let the game begin!” 

The host flicked his wand towards the ceiling, which caused every candle in the chandelier above to dim its light. The atmosphere became subtly more romantic, but Hermione barely noticed. Her mind was now too focused on the competition.

“So, what’s our strategy?” Malfoy asked.

“To win,” she replied.

“That’s - that’s it? The great Hermione Granger has no strategic plan to trivia night?”

She shook her head. “Just, whatever it takes for our team to win.” She pointed at a table near the hosts’ podium. “I’ve just seen they’re giving out trophies to the winners and I want one.” 

...What? She had a thing for trophies. So, sue her.

He regarded her for a moment - taking one more obvious glance at her chest - before leaning closer into the table. “What do you say we make the game a bit more - interesting?” 

Intrigued, she mimicked him, closing the distance between them. “What did you have in mind?” 

“How about we keep score of which of us can come up with the most answers first? A separate little competition between you and I? Unless - unless you’re scared that I might win?” His eyes glowed in the dim candle light. She suddenly wanted to do anything those lips asked her to. 

“Okay. Deal.”

“Winner gets to ask the other for a favor.” He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. “Any. Favor.”

Hermione nodded her agreement.

Just as their food was served, the first question was displayed. 

She scoffed. It was an easy one: “What year did the Quidditch World Cup hold its first game?”

She took a chip from her plate, just about to comment on the ease of the question, when her date slammed their buzzer and blurted, “1473!” With a sly wink at her, he marked the answer down on their score sheet.

“Draco - one. Granger - zero.”

The next question: “A bezoar is an antidote to most poisons, the one exception being what?”

-buzz- “Basilisk Venom!” 

Hermione returned his wink sarcastically, which made him laugh. She found herself laughing along with him.

“How many possible quidditch fouls are there?”

-buzz- “700!″ 

Back and forth, they answered questions they knew until, finally, they reached the end of the night and the final question:

“Name at least 3 ingredients of an Amortentia potion.”

“Oh, I know this one - ”

-buzz- “Ashwinder eggs, powdered moonstone, and rose thorns,” Malfoy said.

“Been brewing a lot of love potions these days?” she asked.

“No, no. I prefer to entice women using - other techniques.”

She could only imagine the other techniques he was referring to. 

With the game finally finished, the host tottered back up to his podium. His face was red again.

“Thank you for joining us for another night of trivia! The winners, who won tonight’s game by a landslide, are - are the - Hiss Hiss - dear merlin, please don’t make me say it again,” the host pleaded, pointing to their table.

“We did it!” Hermione laughed. She stood and, so overcome by the joy of their victory, grabbed Malfoy in a celebratory hug. 

She liked the way his arms fit around her waist. Then, she realized who she was hugging and promptly let her arms fall.

His hands lingered around her waist for a moment before he, too, dropped them to his side.

She cleared her throat apologetically, “Sorry. I - I was just so excited that we won.”

He chuckled - there was that tempting smile again - and he walked away from their table momentarily. Seconds later, he returned holding a very large 1st place trophy. 

She saw on the front, it’d been charmed to display the words ‘1st Place’ then change to read ‘Hiss Hiss Motherfuckers’.

"How about I let you keep the trophy - it may make you feel better about losing our bet.” 

“What?” She grabbed the paper he was holding out, upon which held their tally marks next to the number of questions they’d answered:

Draco: | | | | | | | | | 

Hermione: | | | | | | | | 

She tossed the paper back to him. “Fine, a deals a deal - what’s your favor?”

“I want a second date.” His gaze was piercing and unfaltering. He was serious.

Wanting to appear confident and sexy and not at all surprised that he’d want to go out with her again, she said, “Name the time and place.”

He grabbed her hand that wasn’t clutching her 1st place trophy.

“Well, it looks like they hold this trivia night every Thursday so - this table. Next Thursday. 7 o’clock. And you better brush up on your trivia knowledge - or don't. I’ve got a lot more favors in mind to ask of you.” His lips grazed her hand gently. 

Surprisingly, she was incredibly curious about what other favors he could come up with.

She may just let him win again next week.

“You’re on, Malfoy.”

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Sherlock x reader - choices

So Sherlock fakes his death but he and reader were in a relationship. After he faked death, she found it hard to move on, but after a year she dated a guy, and that guy turned out to fall for him, she liked him but she knew loving someone else is hard. So when he was about to propose that day Sherlock appears? - Anon 💜

Looking at your boyfriend from your side of the table, you smiled softly as he handed you a menu.

“I’ve never been here before.” You said.

“Me neither, I’ve heard it’s really good though.” Ryan smiled.

You hummed, looking at the menu, not really paying much attention as he spoke to the waiter about choices of drinks.

Once he managed to get the waiter to leave, you placed your order for food and he cleared his throat as he looked at anything but you.

“Is everything alright Ry?” You asked.

“I.. I have something to talk to you about..”

He started to fiddle with the hem of his napkin and you titled your head a little bit.

“I know after what happened you found it hard to love again, and I know even now you’re still having a hard time with it. But I love you so much (Y/N), I really do, and I know I’ll never be him but I was wondering if-“

Ryan was cut off by the waiter coming back, setting a plate down in front of you with simple writing on it.

‘I’m back.’

You frowned and looked up, only to nearly fall out of your chair as you found the face looking back at you to be one you never thought you’d see again.

“No.. no…”

Ryan jumped up and stood in front of you, holding his arm back to keep you behind him.

“Oh please you know you don’t need the hero act.”

“I.. I need to go…”

You spun around and all but ran out of the restaurant, you didn’t even bother to get a taxi, you just ran down the street until your couldn’t run anymore.

Then you finally got a taxi straight back to your flat and you slammed the door shut, locking it, and then you shut all the windows and locked them.

Your phone chimed and you pulled it out to see you have numerous messages.

John: we need to talk.

John: right now we need to talk I’m coming over.

Ryan: I’m not sure what happened back there but I think I understand. Call me or message me to let me know you got home safe. I love you.

Sherlock: it’s rude to run away from someone.

Sherlock: I’m coming over.

Sherlock: John said you moved again.

Sherlock: I know you’re reading these.

Sherlock: stop ignoring me.

You tossed your phone aside and just sat on your bed, head in your hands as you tried to process everything that was going on.

A pounding on your door knocked you out of your head.

“(Y/N) it’s me!”

Getting up, you made your way to the door and opened it, there stood Mary, John and Ryan.

You let them all in without a word and closed and locked the door again.

As you turned around John hugged you tightly, and finally your tears fell free as you hugged him back.

“John.. I.. I.. I saw him.. he can’t.. he can’t be…” you sobbed out.

He shushed you and lead you to the sofa and sat you down, Mary made you some tea and Ryan just sat with you, holding your hand lightly in his.

“I know. He’s just done the same to me.”

You sniffled and looked up at your best friend, shaking your head a little.

“I.. I can’t…”

“I know. I know you can’t. It’s okay.” He said softly.

Mary sat down next to John on the table and she smiled softly at you.

“If it makes you feel better John didn’t let him get away with it. He’s currently treating a bloody nose and a split lip.”

You cracked a small smile and looked at John who just nodded his head with a little smile of his own and you sighed.

Leaning back, you rested your head on Ryan’s shoulder as you just tried to process everything.

“I watched him jump…”

“Maybe he had a good reason?” Ryan offered.

Was he upset that your ex mysteriously risen from the dead? Of course he was, but he also knew how much Sherlock really meant to you.

You scoffed, shaking your head a little.

“No, no there’s no reason he didn’t tell us. And Mycroft? Jesus of course Mycroft would’ve been part of it…” you mumbled.

It made sense, Sherlock wouldn’t have been able to pull this off without the help of Mycroft.

Mary and John stayed for another hours before they had to go home, but Ryan stayed with you.

He ran you a warm bath, he made your favourite drink and ordered your favourite food since you hadn’t had a chance to eat at the restaurant.

And he held you in bed as you cried, all the unwanted memories coming back up to haunt you.

You didn’t dare leave your flat for the fear you would bump into Sherlock somewhere.

You ignored his calls and texts, you ignored Mycroft, only messaging Mary, John, and Ryan when he was at work.

Days slowly turned into nearly a weak, and you were sitting in the sofa when the door opened so you turned to look at Ryan who was with Sherlock.

“Wait! Wait! Please, just talk to him.” Ryan sighed.

He walked over and knelt down in front of you, taking your hands in his as he gave you a gentle smile.

“I love you, okay? I love you so much, but I know you can’t love anyone like you loved Sherlock. Just hear him out okay? It’s up to you what you want to do, if you want to be with him, if you want to just take a break, or be with me that’s your choice. No matter what I won’t be angry, and even if we’re not together I’m always going to be here for you.” He said gently.

Ryan stood up, kissing the top of your head he walked to the door and nodded and Sherlock who gave a nod back and closed the door.

He wasn’t really sure what to do now, so he decided to walk over and sit on the sofa opposite from you.

He looked up at you, you refused to meet his gaze. You couldn’t even look at him.

Even after all the stupid things he had done, you had always looked at him, but you couldn’t even meet his gaze now, and something inside of him hurt at the thought of it.

“I watch you jump…” you whispered.

“There’s a good explanation.”

“A good…”

You stood up and walked over to him.

“A good explanation?! I watched you jump Sherlock! I watched you his that floor! I had you blood on my hands!”

You went to slap him but he quickly jumped up, dodging your hand as he walked around you, hands in the air.

“I had to do it. I couldn’t let Moriarty win.”

“I don’t give a crap about him Sherlock! I give a crap about the fact you didn’t tell me! I blamed myself for your death! I thought about everything I could’ve done to prevent it!”

“Why would you blame yourself? You never made me do it?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sat back down, looking at your hands as you balled them into fits, resting your forehead on them.

“I blamed myself because I thought I could’ve done something to help you… I wondered how I didn’t see the signs…”

Sherlock watched you for a moment before he slowly approached you, taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

“There’s no good reason for what you did.. you faked your own death…”

“I did it for you.”

You looked up at him.

“I did it to keep you safe. John, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade, I did it to keep you all safe, especially you.”

“I don’t care Sherlock… I.. I don’t care. I cried at your grave every day, I thought I’d never love someone ever again, I thought I’d I loved someone they’d leave too…”

Sherlock sighed.

He didn’t know what to say, because he knew nothing he said could make the pain he made you feel away.

No amount of words could fix that damage.

“I… I’m sorry (Y/N).”

You looked at him. Never had he apologised for anything.

“I have no right pushing my way back into your life, none. I know that. But I’m a selfish person, and I don’t want to come back if I can’t see you again.”

“Sherlock you can’t just expect it to go back to the way it was. Not after this… maybe you can with John… but not me… not after what we had…”

Sherlock nodded his head.

“I know. But you’re the better part of me, the human part of me. The part of me that tells me when I’m being rude or unfair, you’re the part of me that I don’t want to let go because I can’t.”

He reached out and touched your hands lightly, pulling away before he clasped your hands between his.

“I never wanted to hurt you, in fact you’re the last person I want to hurt.”

Sherlock looked at your, staring for a minute before he sighed.

“He was going to propose to you tonight. He loves you a lot. You don’t know who to choose, and that’s okay. Just think about it, he’s a good man, you deserve that.”

Sherlock kissed your forehead, lips lingering there, his hand coming to hold the side of your face as he pulled away.

“I know you need time to think, I have a case but I’ll be back.”

Sherlock left the flat and stood in front of your door.

He didn’t know how to tell you that every night he thought about you, every day he pictured your smiling in his head.

You were the only thing that kept him going through everything, the only reason he carried on powering through everything that had happened.

All he wanted to do was hold you, never let you go again because these past two years were unlike anything he had experienced.

Sherlock never thought he could care for anyone like he did for you.

Sherlock Holmes was so deeply, madly, in love with you it drove him mental.

But he knew after what he did he didn’t deserve you to forgive him.

He hoped you would choose him, but he couldn’t read you like he used to able to, you had changed so much, all he knew is you still loved him. But you loved Ryan, and you didn’t know who to chose.

Did you choose your first love? The one who broke your heart and trust? The one you were so deeply in love with?

Or did you choose you second love? The one who picked up the pieces of your broken heart? The one who would hold you every night when no one else could?

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[festiveferret]

Match Made (Steve/Tony)

(Thanks to Emily for the VERY old prompt in POTS that I used for this!)

Tony tapped his fingers against the side of his sweaty coke glass. "Yeah?" he said, on a sigh. "Crazy."

His date, an unfortunate match on Tinder, barely paused in his monologue about drama at his office to acknowledge Tony's existence. "So then Laurie started implementing strict rules about copier codes, and it's all gone to shit since then."

Tony raised an eyebrow, nodding, then popped another gnocchi in his mouth. He chewed slowly, taking the excuse not to have anything to say. 

The launched into another treatise, this time on the importance of hiring an interior decorator, and Tony's attention wandered to the long line of the bar behind his date. A cute blonde guy in an old-school Dodgers jersey was waiting for his order, elbows hooked over the edge of the bar nearly holding him up on his toes. He was snack-sized, but delicious, and Tony found himself wishing he'd ordered something different tonight. 

"So?" Tony's date leaned closer. "Am I going to like it?"

"Sorry, what?"

"Your apartment. Am I going to like the design? You seem like a sleek, modern guy to me." He winked.

Tony's dinner threatened to come back up. He just couldn't take it anymore. He hated to walk out on a date - his last name was just well-known enough that it could cause trouble for him to make a scene - but this guy had been nothing but rude, condescending, and presumptuous. Tony cursed Tinder once more for ruining a night that could have been spent in his jimjams with a pint of rocky road and the game on.

Then the cute nibble by the bar looked up and caught Tony's eye, and Tony decided to go for broke. 

He grinned, huge and sudden, and waved over his date's shoulder at the guy. "Oh my god!" he called. He pointed at  himself. "It's Tony!"

The guy, clearly confused, took a few steps over to their table. "Sorry, I -"

"It's been years!" Tony exclaimed. "I can't believe it. How've you been?" He reached out and pulled the man into a gentle hug, whispering, "I'm so sorry, but please go with it," into his ear before stepping back.

The man opened his mouth, closed it, then tilted his head to the side like a curious dog. His eyes cut to Tony's date and the light bulb went off. "Oh, my god, Tony?" he said graciously. "I didn't even recognize you!"

Tony hoped the sheer relief that was rushing through him wasn't visible to his date. "I know, right. It's been forever. God, you look great!"

Tony's date stood up. "Hi, there. Old friend of Tony's?" He reached out a hand to shake.

"Steve," Tony's white knight said. "Nice to meet you."

"You too." He looked significantly between Tony and their mostly finished meal. "Were you ready to go, then, Tony? I'll grab the check."

"Don't you dare," Tony insisted. "It's on me." He flagged the waiter down. "Look, I hate to cut things off so sharply, D-a-? Daryl?" Suddenly all Tony could remember was the guy's dating profile name. Big D. How had he ever swiped right? "But Steve and I haven't seen each other in donkey's years and I just have to catch up. I'll call you?"

"Oh." Big D was clearly deeply disappointed. "I thought we were going back to your place?"

I never said that, Tony resisted the urge to growl. "Not on a first date, champ. But I appreciate the enthusiasm. I had a great time." He smiled politely.

Steve shuffled closer to Tony, radiating a fierce protectiveness that was startling, both because it came in such a small package and because he and Tony had only just met. "Nice to meet you, Daryl."

Daryl huffed. "Alright. Well. Goodnight, then. I'll order a cab." He grabbed Tony's sleeve and pulled him in to press a kiss to his cheek, then turned and made his way up to the bar, where he took a stool and pulled out his phone.

The waiter handed Tony the check. "Uh," Tony said to Steve. "Sorry."

"It's fine. I don't mind. Was he being a problem? Should we call someone?"

"Oh, no. Just not a good fit. But he clearly isn't someone who likes to hear no and I wanted to end things as quietly as possible." Tony looked back up to the bar. Daryl was ordering a beer. "Oh, shit."

"What?"

"Well, I thought he was going to get a cab and go, but apparently he's decided to drink his sorrows away instead. Which means if I leave, he'll probably follow me and take another crack at it. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Come join my table."

"Oh, god, no. I can't possibly ruin your night even further."

Steve laughed. "I promise you won't be ruining anything. My friends will get a kick out of it. You can have dessert with us while you wait for him to either get too drunk to notice you leaving or leave himself."

"You sure?"

"Of course. Come on." Steve took Tony's hand and gently led him over to a booth where two men and a woman were waiting. "This is Natasha, Sam, and Bucky." Steve pointed them out. "Guys this is Tony." He dropped his voice low. "His date was being kinda shitty, so we're pretending we're old friends."

Bucky immediately scowled. "Who do we have to beat up?" 

Sam's hand landed on Bucky's arm. "Down boy."

Steve shook his head. "Already offered. Not needed. Just keep Tony company while I grab the drinks."

Natasha patted the booth seat next to her, and Tony slid in.

A piece of chocolate truffle cheesecake, a beer, and a coffee later, Tony loved Steve's friends. He was almost grateful for the fact that Daryl had stayed at the bar, scrolling Insta and downing beers, one eye occasionally cutting over to find Tony, because it meant Tony had an excuse to stay right where he was. 

He'd learned that Bucky and Sam were engaged and the wedding planning was absolute chaos. He learned that Steve had met Natasha when he took her kickboxing class at the community centre and they'd been inseparable ever since.

He learned that Steve was bi, single, and that Tony was "exactly his type," according to Bucky and confirmed by the pink glow on the tips of Steve's ears. 

As the night wore on, Steve, who had perched himself on the edge of the bench seat next to Tony, had sunk closer and closer, almost tucked up under Tony's arm. Tony longed to pull him into his hold properly. How had a night doomed to failure ended up so amazing?

The rest of the table floated away, and all Tony could really focus on was the guy beside him.

Steve took a sip of his drink then caught Tony watching. He looked up, blushing, smiling. "Hey."

"Hey." Tony braced his chin on his hand, elbow rested on the table, curled towards Steve.

"You know…" Steve started, biting his lip.

"Yeah?"

"There's one thing that'll definitely turn Daryl off you forever."

"Oh, yeah?" Tony leaned closer. "What's that?"

Steve's eyes flicked down to Tony's lips. "I -" He leaned in a little then paused, leaving the last few inches for Tony to take.

Tony took them. He dipped down and pressed his lips to Steve's, gently, chaste, but there was still an electric charge to it, one that had them both breaking apart with a gasp. "Wow," Tony breathed.

"So I know you don't go home with someone on the first date, but how about a second date?" Steve asked.

Tony laughed. "This counts as our first?"

"Course it does." 

"I dunno, Steve," Tony said, and Steve's confident smile wavered a little. "Since we're old friends, surely it counts as at least our fourth or fifth?"

The smile reappeared. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then. Want to come back to my place and keep catching up?"

"I'd be delighted."

#stony #fanfiction #my writing #stevetonygames

[olderthannetfic]

It confuses me a little that infidelity can be such a big no-no for people in fandom (or at least from my personal experience in my fandoms). Like I get it from a squick/not my cup of tea perspective—people like what they like they don’t need a reason to dislike something.

But it’s one trope/theme where the dislike is so often framed in a moralistic light (“Oh no I can’t read/write that my ship cheat—that’s UNFORGIVABLE”) even from fellow live-and-let-ship-ers with dark tastes. They wouldn’t judge anyone who does write/read it like antis, I just mean it’s interesting to me that that often is their reasoning behind it.

I suppose it is a common problem in relationships out in the real world so maybe it’s just too close to home to emotionally separate from, and goes against that ‘one true love’ vibe a lot of romances go for.

Sorry treating here like shower thoughts but yeah as someone that doesn’t feel strongly either way about it, it’s interesting that so many friends with similar tastes I know, do.

--

I don't believe in one true love. I do believe that people are generally either cheaters or they aren't. If they did it once, they'll do it again. It makes them a weak-willed, cowardly loser. Villains may be evil, but they aren't always pathetic.

I also do not enjoy reading romances about people who kick dogs or who complain about children existing in public or who are rude to waiters. None of them are going to change their ways either.

People find it hard to believe in a happy ending involving a cheater for the same reason that many dislike those old romance novels with marital rape leading to love: they don't buy that the person could ever be a good long-term prospect for anyone.

[jnnul]

ready for love

a/n: decided to take a page of out of zo’s book and post a teaser myself lol. this one is a real rollercoaster, i’m ngl guys so lemme know what you think!

word count: 588 words (teaser only)

tags: slice of life, friends to lovers but also...it’s complicated?, everything is just complicated for no reason in this fic they’re just dramatic af, jaemin and y/n are platonic besties

"y/n loves dogs!" jimin exclaims, and you can feel your heart's walls crack a little further. there were many things you could handle - a cute boy with a dog? that was a little out of the realm of control.

"really? oh you'd love ray then - he's a big dog but he's got a lot of love. sort of a gentle giant," juyeon says, his eyes twinkling as he pulls out his phone to show you his wallpaper. it's a picture of him and ray curled up next to each other, sleeping in bed, both of them in the same exact position as they snored away.

"i swear, him and ray are the same soul in two different bodies. i've seen this guy have full on conversations with his dog. which would be weird but it kinda just works for them somehow. i kinda think that ray genuinely does understand juyeon," jaehyun snorts, nodding at juyeon's wallpaper. "that was when ray was still a puppy and he would copy every single thing that juyeon did."

juyeon shrugs, smiling as he tucks his phone back into his pocket. "not much has changed there, if i'm being honest."

you're about to say something about meeting ray when your phone rings abruptly, rudely interrupting the conversation. you frown as you flip your phone open, looking at the contact profile on the screen. jeno?

"hello?" you say as you answer the phone, pointing to the restroom as you excuse yourself from the table. from the corner of your eye, you can see the waiter coming with the bill for your table and you vaguely register the fact that only two cards are being put on the table (jaehyun's and juyeon's) as you make your way somewhere a little more private.

"hellooo? y/nnnn-ie? you stilllll at your, huh, date?" jeno slurs into your phone and you hear someone in the background, presumably jaemin, trying to convince jeno to stop himself from saying or doing something stupid.

"yes, jeno, i'm still at my date. that you interrupted, by the way," you say with a frustrated sigh. you check your watch and realize that it's only 9:30 PM and jeno does not sound like he's been taking it easy on the alcohol. "why are you drinking jen?"

"whattttt, so now i'm a shitty lover and i can't, heh, drink?" jeno grumbles into the phone and it's clear from the sudden silence in the background that jaemin has completely giving up on wrestling jeno's phone out of his hand. you had firsthand experience with drunk jeno - he turned into the hulk.

"jen, if you called me in the middle of my date to go off the rails about how you're a lonely fucker, i'm going to kill you," you hiss, smiling at the lady who comes into the restroom as you weren't threatening your best friend with murder.

"I'M NOT A LONELY FUCKER!"

oh, so this part jeno could say without hiccuping or slurring his words. fantastic. you sigh, switching your phone to the other ear as you wash your hands, getting ready to leave the restroom. there's a pregnant pause where no one says anything but you can hear the top gun theme song in the background so you know jeno's on the line.

"if - if i change, will you not go out with juyeon?" jeno mutters finally, just as you're leaving the restroom. "if i finally start getting serious about relationships, will you not go out with him? will you come home?"

#jnnul #jeno fic #jeno lee #nct fanfic #nct dream fic #nct dream fluff #nct fic #nct fluff #jeno fluff #jeno lee fluff #nct angst #nct dream angst #nct dream #jeno headcanons #jeno angst #nct

[bronzeeditsx]

Maya fanfic part 13.

This is quite a heavy part which includes you being kicked out by your family, smoking but also mature scenes. So if you are affected by any of these things feel free to skip, I don’t mean to do any harm.

You went out to a nice restaurant with your family which isn’t usually the case but it was probably because you were 21.

Not long in the meal did your family notice the necklace and ring you were wearing as they are expensive.

“Where did you get the money to buy that from?”. Your mum asked.

“Oh…my girlfriend got it me”. You said anxiously, messing with the ring.

“You have a girlfriend?”.

“Yep”.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”.

“I’ve not really had chance”.

“What is she like?”. Your dad asked.

“Well she plays centre back”.

“Millie turner?”.

“No”. You laughed. “Maya le tissier”.

“Oh…her”.

There was an awkward silence.

“What’s wrong with that?”.

“She’s only just joined hasn’t she?”. Your dad asked.

“She’s been here for almost four months”.

You then noticed a notification flash up on your phone. It was Maya, Thank God.

‘How’s it going?’ - Maya.

‘Alright thanks, just told them about us.’ -You.

‘That’s good, how did they take it?’.

‘They were mostly surprised I think, but anyway what are you up to?’

‘Just thinking about you’.

‘Hopefully i’ll be back sooner than later’.

‘i can’t wait to see you again, in that dress’.

‘It may look nice but it’s starting to get a bit uncomfortable’.

‘I guess i’ll have to take it off you then’.

You heart started slightly racing at how flirty Maya was being, considering you were at a restaurant with your family their attention wasn’t on you, your parents were just talking about work and your younger siblings were just bickering at each other.

‘I guess you’ll have to wait and see’.

A smirk was displayed on your face however you were suddenly cut off by the waiter who was waiting for you to order. Your face started to flush embarrassed by your lack of concentration on where you were, as your mind took you places of what you wanted Maya to do to you.

Quickly hiding your phone, you said your order and was glad to watch the waiter walk away.

“Pass me your phone, I can’t believe how incredibly rude you are being, it’s your birthday and you are ignoring your family, we barely see you as it is”. Your mum said.

“Wait, i’m sorry I was just messaging a friend who wished me happy birthday”.

“Hmm okay, but you better be telling the truth”.

“Of course”.

You placed your phone down next to you sighing with relief.

“Do you have games on your phone?”. Your younger sibling asked, suddenly picking up your phone that was right next to them.

“No not anymore”.

A notification then chimed and you felt you were going to have a heart attack that very second.

“I wish I could feel you now”. Your sibling read aloud, confused.

You froze in place not daring to make eye contact with anyone. Taking your phone back you replied “Where did you get that from?”.

“Someone called Maya sent it you”.

“For fuck sake”. You whispered under your breath.

There was then a silence until your dad spoke up. “Y/n leave, I can’t stand you being here, you’ve ruined the meal for everyone”.

“No please i’m-“.

“I said leave”.

“I-i’m sorry”.

“You are not apart of this family any longer”.

“What?”. You said with tears burning in your eyes.

“You chose this way of life, you did this to yourself”.

“Mum please”. You cried. She hung her head low not saying a word, she couldn’t even look at you.

You found it hard to breathe, not believing what was happening right in front of you. Wiping your eyes you hoped you were dreaming. But you weren’t.

Drinks were then brought to your table, the worst timing in the world. You picked up your dad’s beer and practically ran out the restaurant to your car, choking on tears along the way.

As soon as you got in you downed the pint hoping it would take all the pain you were feeling, but that was impossible you needed something stronger. You looked around and noticed a worker having a smoke break. Cautiously you went up to him hoping he would give you a cigarette.

“Do you have any you could spare?”. You asked.

“Shit, you look like you need them more than me”. He replied.

“Rough night”.

He handed you a cigarette and lit it for you.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”.

“No”. You replied, taking a puff. The last time you smoked was when you were 17 at a party and ended up becoming addicted for a few months before you had to give it up to focus on football properly. Shortly you felt your nerves slightly calm down.

“Actually i need to go back for my shift, you can keep my lighter and the rest, I have spares”.

“Okay thanks”. You replied, taking them off him.

“Hope your night gets better”.

“Cheers”. You said. He then walked back inside.

Finished with the first cigarette you put it out and tossed it in the bin. You made your way to your car lighting another then placed the rest in your glove box.

On your way back to Maya’s house still tears pouring down you face, now on the 3rd cigarette you questioned whether to actually go back. She couldn’t see you like this, but you had nowhere else to go.

You threw your last cigarette out your window before pulling up onto Maya’s drive. Sickness crept into your stomach at the thought of her even looking at the state of you, but it was too cold in the car to stay.

Knocking on the door you tried to wipe your eyes as much as possible but nothing could hide your puffy eyes.

“Y/n what happened?”. Maya asked in complete shock, you’ve never seen her this worried in your life.

You burst out crying again, unable to form any words. Hiding your face you walked past her to the lounge and slumped onto the couch. She walked in and sat down next to you placing a hand anxiously on your thigh.

“I-I’m dead to them”.

“To who?”.

“My family”.

“What…why?”. She replied in complete panic, tears also forming in her eyes.

“They told me to leave”. You said. Maya’s mouth hung open, finding it hard to process such information. “…and it’s my fault”.

“No, this is never your fault”. You shook your head in response. “What happened for them to do such a thing?”.

“They saw the…”.

“They saw what?”.

“I told them about how my apartment got robbed and they blamed it on my lifestyle choices, as in being with you”. You half lied.

“That makes no sense”.

“I know”. You sniffled, hiding your face.

She moved closer towards you attempting to comfort you. However you started coughing heavily due to the cigarettes.

“Have you been smoking?”. She asked, smelling the tobacco on your breath. You sheepishly nodded your head. “It’s okay, i just didn’t know you smoked”.

“I don’t”.

“Well, your final present was going to be finding out that we got the apartment, but that doesn’t even matter right now”.

“We did”. You replied, looking at her with excitement.

“Yes”. She smiled. You brought her into a hug now feeling slightly optimistic for the future.

“Please don’t leave me”. You sighed, rubbing her back.

“I won’t, you’re my family now”.

Pulling away you looked into her eyes. “I liked your text”. Her face then went slightly red. “I thought it would give you something to think about in case you had a bad night, but it’s not ideal now”.

“Why not?”. You said leaning towards her.

“Are you sure it’s what you want right now?”.

“I thought you wanted to feel me”. You whispered, repeating Maya’s message.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this am I?”. She chuckled.

“No”. You smirked.

“Do you want me to?”.

“Yes”.

She picked you up holding onto your thighs and made way to her bedroom. She then leant over you.

“Is this o-“. You cut her off strongly bringing your lips onto hers, instantly slipping your tongue in her throat, you put all your built up anger, sadness into that kiss.

She quickly unzipped your dress first knowing it gave you discomfort and it’s safe to say you were never going to wear it ever again. You wanted to forget about everything that had happened so she instantly went to where you wanted her the most, not wasting any time…

-

Now breathless you lay to the side of her, the pleasure just added to the chaos of emotions you couldn’t help but feel, which brought you to tears again.

“Did I do something wrong?”. Maya worriedly asked, turning to you.

“No”. You replied, still faced away from her. Her hand then brushed in between your hair, hoping it would give some comfort.

“I just can’t stop thinking about it”. Her hand then wrapped around you. “I’m sure they don’t mean i-“.

“They do”. You shouted. “My dad was clear”.

“Oh okay, sorry”. She replied. You turned towards her. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore”.

“We don’t have to talk at all”. She smirked.

#maya le tissier #muwfc #muwfc imagine #maya le tissier x reader

[because-of-a-friend]

Shapeshifter!Jeonghan

MASTERLIST

Thank you for all of your requests @blizzardfluffykpop​ !!!! I loved them both and had so much fun doing it! Again, sorry to everyone for letting this account die for awhile, hopefully I can get back on track! I only have one of my drafts left and then I can start answering new requests! 

Warnings: Supernatural themes, let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1K

As always gif doesn’t belong to me, if you like it, the link to the OP is right there so you can go give them some love!!!

Oh god can you even imagine him as a shapeshifter

He’s already mischievous enough

But with the ability to look like whoever he wants???

His antics would become insufferable

You get scary good at memorizing not only Jeonghan’s mannerisms but those of everyone around you

Because the amount of times he’ll turn into someone you know to prank you or get you to buy him coffee is insane

But once you get good at telling him apart from everyone even when he’s shifted into someone you know

He doesn’t stand a chance

Your best friend walks up to you but she’s wearing a smirk that she never has before

“Don’t even open your mouth, Yoon. Better luck next time.”

Once it gets to the point where he can’t prank you

He’ll just make you an unwilling accomplice in all his antics

You’ll just be out in a coffee shop when you take notice of a stranger who is acting exactly like Jeonghan

And you try to get him to sit down or cut it out without doing anything

But he always ends up making a scene of some sort

You’ve learned that if you go too far to try and stop him, he’ll just make you part of the scene

It’s not too bad

Usually he’ll just do some over exaggerated fall or something else ridiculous that makes everyone laugh

Sometimes he walks up to you and loudly announces that he has your order for rash cream

So you still give him an annoyed look when you know what he’s about to do

That doesn’t always work out for you either

One time you stared down a random women for ten minutes before realizing she was not, in fact, Jeonghan in disguise when he walked into the restaurant and waved at you

You felt so bad about glaring down a random stranger that you bought a dessert and had the waiter send it to her table lol

When you get angry at a friend and vent to Jeonghan, he loves to shift into them and mock them with their own face to make you feel better

Or if you have to have a serious conversation with someone and you’re nervous about it, he’ll shift into that person so you can practice

There’s a certain tall, buff, tatted character he created that he’ll turn into to intimidate away guys who creep on girls in bars or at bus stops or wherever really

If he makes a mistake and has to face someone for it, he’ll shift into someone who looks really nervous or innocent so that maybe they’ll go easy on him

Sometimes he just spends random days as other people for the fun of it

Sometimes he’ll change into someone who was rude to him and do something embarrassing in front of a bunch of people with camera phones so that hopefully footage of the incident will end up online

Which you find to be PURE EVIL

But he doesn’t want to hear it lol

He’ll shift into you when you’re unsure of an outfit you’re trying on so you can fully inspect how it looks on you

One time you had him turn into you and go meet with a professor you didn’t like to talk about your grade so you didn’t have to

He brings it up anytime you try to chastise him for using his powers for morally questionable purposes lol

Speaking of which

Halloween is when Jeonghan thrives while walking the line between right and wrong

He always insists that you guys go trick-or-treating

“Jeonghan, we’re grown adults, we can buy our own candy”

“Why would we do that when we can get so much for free?”

He’ll change into a kid

And make a circle around a decent sized area

Once he figures out who’s got the good candy, he’ll hit those houses again like ten different times as ten different kids

It’s truthfully so ridiculous

But you have to admit that it’s nice to just have a free pile of candy (the good kind) at the end of the evening 

If he knows you can handle it

Jeonghan will 100% shift into the monsters from the horror movies you guys watch to scare you around your place lol 

Or when you guys go to an actual grown-up Halloween party

Instead of getting a costume

He’ll just shift into an actual monster that he knows

Jun was so mad the year Jeonghan showed up as him lol

Jeonghan’s jokes definitely didn’t help

“Well ONE of us is gonna have to go home and change”

“And it’s YOU, hyung, you could be literally anything or anyone else”

Your life gets much wilder with Jeonghan around

Not just because of him

He’s only one being and once you get a handle on it, you’re pretty comfortable around his abilities

But since meeting him, the world of the supernatural has been opened up to you

It can all be very intimidating

(You actually couldn’t hang out with Jun for a hot minute after you found out he was a demon because it freaked you out so much - Jun never lets you live that down lol)

Sometimes Jeonghan and the other boys get ever so slightly annoyed with you because you ask each of them a million questions about what they are and how they exist and what powers they have

They also feel flattered sometimes because you’re just so fascinated and amazed by what’s just normal aspects of who they are

Although, before you got good at spotting Jeonghan when he was shifted into someone else

He messed with you a bit by turning into the other boys and lying to you about certain aspects of their species

To this day, Seokmin doesn’t understand why you direct him away from waterfalls when you’re all hiking together or where on earth you got the idea that waterfalls could be somehow fatal to vampires

Jeonghan is always right behind you two, trying to conceal his laughter

#jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #seventeen #svt #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan fanfic #jeonghan fluff #yoon jeonghan imagines #yoon jeonghan scenarios #yoon jeonghan fanfic #yoon jeonghan fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #svt imagines #svt scenarios #svt fanfic #svt fluff

[onecantsimply]

You briefly mentioned in your teen!reader fic that y/n goes to school and work. If you’re willing, can i request Jack visiting them at work?

Yessir yessir yes you can-

Jack was standing in front of a building, simply staring up at it for a few seconds. Though, he soon entered it, already hearing chaos within.

“Man spit that out!” “I can’t...! It’s too good..!”

The blond blinked. He then silently walked past the chaos, looking around. Someone seemed to come up to them on their own. “You look like you’re searching for something. What is it?” He questioned. “Oh. I’m searching for one of the workers here. Their name is (Y/n)?” The male blinked. “Who are you?” He tilted his head. “I’m their adoptive Father.” Jack answered, going just slightly cautious. Though, he seemed to tense down when the male then nodded. “Got it. Follow me then.” Jack silently followed after the man, looking at the chaos that had shown in the area. 

Hell, this was an entire bar fight. 

The other male opened a door. “HEY, (Y/N), YOUR DAD’S HERE!!” He yelled. (Y/n) took a few steps away from their spot to stay visible to the pair, standing a few ways in front of the door. “Hn? Oh, hi Jack.” They spoke while shaking a drink up. The blond by the door smiled faintly. “Hello, (Y/n). I just wanted to visit since you forgot a little something.” He held out a small bag. “Apparently some friend of yours sent it to you?” (Y/n) seemed to brighten up. They gently grabbed it. “FUCKIN FINALLY THIS UNIFORM’S TOO DAMN TIGHT!!” They ran off after, leaving Jack with a faint deadpan. “Language, please...” The male beside him blinked. “So, that all?” He questioned. “I’m pretty sure. Though I’d like to see how (Y/n) does in their job, if that’s okay?” Jack looked at him. “Yeah. Completely fine. They’re on their break right now though.” The blond looked at their nametag. “... I see. Well, is this place just essentially a bar?” Dylan looked up for a second. “... Pretty much.” Jack tilted his head. “Pardon me if this sounds rather rude… but why hire (Y/n) when they’re still… under the age requirement?” Dylan blinked. “… That’s not really up to me to answer. I’m not the manager, so I don’t know much. But if I had to guess, maybe the manager was desperate?” Dylan then hummed faintly. “... Though we have enough people now...” Jack looked towards a certain (H/c) haired person. They were now in a better uniform, seemingly more comfortable as they jugged some glass bottles around. “... I suspect that their performance is good, from how they’re still here?” The blond questioned. “Yeah. Maybe a little too good at their job.” 

“Hey! Spit it out! What did you just say?!” (Y/n) spoke while they dropped the glass bottles to the floor. They all shattered across it. “...” Their eyebrows gently furrowed for a moment before they picked up their glass bottle. “Ah, whatever! That shit ain’t hazing me!” They shook the liquid inside rapidly. “Alright, who the hell wants to open this one and get a spray to the face?” Dylan caught sight of Jack eyeing him faintly. “... Most times. They get serious when on the job.” The blond hummed softly. “I see...” He responded. Jack then smiled faintly. “Well, at least they’re doing good.” The blond then saw (Y/n) hand the bottle over a random customer with a chuckle. He popped the cork off, only to get a spray of beer to the face. “Alright!” Dylan loudly clapped twice, making the group look at him. “Break time’s over! Get to work, all of you! Switch out!” He spoke. (Y/n) and the other waiters had spread off. “Well, how long do you plan on staying?” Dylan turned to Jack. “... Just for a small while.” He answered. “Well, I actually don’t know.” He then tilted his head. “... Has anything happened here recently with them?” Jack caught sight of (Y/n) going behind a counter, making sure some glasses were cleaned off. Their color was one of focus. “Not that I would know of. I’ve really only been here for a few weeks, so I’m pretty new. You could ask the others who are on break though. I’m pretty sure most of them are better at explanations than I am.” Jack nodded. “Thank you, then.” He spoke. “Not a problem.” Dylan walked off to get to working while Jack had walked towards the counter. (Y/n) looked at him for a second before smiling faintly. “Hi, Jack.” They greeted, putting a glass mug on the shelf behind them. “Hello, (Y/n). I didn’t exactly expect you to work here...” They smiled faintly.

“Yeah... I kind of got put here because the former parents wanted free drinks...” (Y/n) looked to the side. “But generally, it’s really fun here. And now that the former parents are gone, I can go on and enjoy myself without worrying of them appearing randomly.” They smiled. “It’s a nice refreshment, so thank you, Dad.” Jack seemed to tense faintly from the name, though, his shoulders sunk as he tensed down. “Yes. You’re welcome, Dear.” He closed his eyes. “I want to ask you something... Has anything happened here to you?” The blond opened his eyes, seeing (Y/n)’s smile slightly drop. “Like what?” They questioned, starting to clean another glass. “Anyone bothering you in a way you have a distaste for?” (Y/n) looked up. “... Well, I suppose not recently. There was one guy when I was in my first month of working here. But he didn’t mess with me again after, somehow.” They blinked. “... I suppose that’s it though.” Jack looked around faintly, his eyes seeing the protective auras of the waiters and waitresses within the area. “... Well, you certainly have good people to go to when that happens. So if I’m not around, you can go to them for help, alright?” (Y/n) nodded as they started to clean another glass. “Got it.” They responded. “Well, I have my day off today, so I may as well stay a bit longer.” Jack spoke. “I’ll be off work after this anyways. It’s just a few hours this time for the Holiday.” (Y/n) replied. They smiled faintly. “So you and I can spend some time together after, if you’d like.” They spoke. Jack felt a smile of his own connect to his face. “... That would be lovely, Dear. He responded. “There’s a cafe a bit away from here if you want to go when I’m off work.” Jack nodded. “I saw when making my way over here. I go over there regularly.” He spoke. (Y/n) blinked. “Shit, really? That’s pretty awesome.” They smiled before receiving a gentle flick to the forehead. 

“Language. Just because you’re at work doesn’t mean that you can curse in front of me regularly.” (Y/n) smiled in a rather apologetic way with a gentle chuckle. “Right, sorry.” They replied. The person then continued with cleaning their glass. “What do you get from that cafe?” They questioned. “Normally, apple pie.” (Y/n) blinked, tilting their head. “... What’s that?” They questioned. Jack blinked as well. “... Okay... you’re trying it when we get there. I’m not letting you go when it comes to you not having tried apple pie.” The male’s eyes narrowed. “Right, right.” (Y/n) could feel their smile slightly grow. “Anyhow... are bar fights usual here?” They nodded. “Oh, yeah. Plenty of these occur during the week, so they’re pretty regular. We make everyone clean it up after though, since it’s their mess.” The person sighed faintly as Jack once again closed his eyes. “Well.... I could see why you’re so chaotic then.” He replied. “Hey-” (Y/n) gently put their glass mug on the shelf once again as they heard the blond chuckle. “Though still, I’m glad you have a nice work area. And don’t be afraid to give me a small talk if you get within that type of situation.” They nodded. “Got it.” They replied. 

#jack the ripper #jack the ripper x reader #Jack the ripper record of ragnarok #Platonic Jack The Ripper x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader

[cutiedwaekki]

GIMME A BIG BOY

Or were Seungmin's friends try hard to find him a date when he is very explicit in his ideal type. Fortunately every blind date they organize is always at the same place, at least the waiter is cute

A/n : so you see the song big boy by sza with snl ? Yeah consider this fic is inspired by it so i hope you'll enjoy it and don't forget to leave any suggestions if you want to

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Silence. Total silence. He must have been on another one of those awkward blind dates where his friends had forced him to go because "Seungminie since we met you are immersed in your studies and your studies only! Let us find you someone you can date!"

It's a good thing he liked his friends because otherwise he definitely wouldn't be here today being with a guy on his phone not even paying attention to him.

Then again, it wasn't the worst blind date he'd ever been on! Since he had told his friends that he was gay, they kept finding all kinds of guys for him but no one was right for him. Minho was too loud, Yeonjun was too tall, Wonpil looked like him and it was weird for him and there was even this weird guy who tried to sell him a life insurance during their date!

You would think that Seungmin was picky and yet when this whole blind date thing started he clearly remembered when Chan asked him if he had an ideal guy and he just said "I don't care about looks or character but I like big guys they are cute".

Did Chan or Jeongin ever find a big guy for him? No. Certainly finding gay guys in Korea was hard so finding a fat gay guy was harder but was it that hard? Seungmin said that he didn't care about looks, but the fact that none of them looked like the ideal guy frustrated him and so he found himself at least once a week in the same cafe, having become a regular there! But it's a good thing that the coffee was good and the atmosphere pleasant, otherwise he would have left the business long ago.

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Still nothing had happened, it had been silent and after paying him his drink the guy left leaving Seungmin alone at his table. So as usual he sighed for a long time and hung out on his phone still enjoying the quiet atmosphere of the cafe

-"Frankly I wonder where they found him, he's so rude" he grumbled as he crossed his arms. Sure he didn't mind not finding someone on his date and it had become more of a game for him to collect weird or funny dates but didn't he also deserve a simple romantic date? The typical cliché kind of date you see in movies and TV shows, the kind where even after you're done you want more. Now that he was graduated and working in a big agency, Seungmin wanted to enjoy it but it seems that the destiny refused to see him in love.

Or was it still not the right time?

-"If I were you, I wouldn't bother with such a rude and execrable person," said someone suddenly, making Seungmin jump slightly and turn to the voice.

The person he was talking to was a man, a little shorter than him with dark blond hair. His face was soft and childlike with his cheeks as Seungmin compared him in his mind to a squirel or a quokka with those swollen cheeks that hid food inside. But the best part, or at least the part that made him even more beautiful to Seungmin, was his slight overweight, which could be seen in the coffee shop uniform he wore, which seemed to be a little short on him, while the buns seemed to force his shirt down and cover his belly.

The more he looked at him and the more the waiter blush, making Seungmin come out of his trance to apologize and answer him

-" I know, but my friends keep setting me up on blind dates with strange people!" He replied

- "Well maybe they're doing their best or at least trying"

- "It's just that you don't know my friends! It's nice of them to organize all this for me, but honestly, apart from buying a coffee for a stranger, I never find anyone nice.

- "Oh I see ... I might sound blunt but every time I see you come in here I can't stop looking at you. I like you so please hold my number" he said before shyly giving a piece of paper to Seungmin. At first he was a little confused and took the paper, thanking the waiter who went away, saying that he had to work, which was true, but his red cheeks also showed something else.

Seungmin was a bit surprised because he had just happened. Did he really just get a waiter's phone number after his disastrous date? But also, since when were the waiters here so cute?

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Jisung.

That was the name of the cute waiter who had given her his phone number. Since the first time they had spoken they had not stopped texting each other or just spent a long time talking to each other after one of the messed up dates at the youngest. Obviously to avoid causing problems to Jisung to stop working during his shift to talk to him he often ordered a lot of pastries or coffees, lattes, etc. ... 

And if for all that he liked to drink all these caffeinated drinks, the pastries remained in majority for the quokka of which he had discovered was a big greedy has the sweet tooth thus justifying all its tempting curves on its body.

But don't get me wrong! Seungmin was certainly attracted to fat boys and yes the fact that Jisung was chubby made him cute and attractive but he also liked his personality and all the habits he had like stuffing his food in his mouth like a quokka or any other rodent or his passion for studio ghibli movies of which he seemed to know every single replica. He also liked the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his dog Bbama and his love for dogs in general and he even blushed when Jisung complimented him saying that he looked like a puppy.

He knew that Jisung knew that he was flirting with him, after all he had told him from their first meeting that he was attracted to him but the quokka did not know yet that he had succeeded in making Seungmin fall for him. It was only a matter of time before they finally got together

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- "So how was it? I saw you talking for a long time it's a change from usual" Jisung exclaimed while Seungmin could feel a slight hint of jealousy in his voice making him chuckle

-"What? Changbin was interesting and funny, at least he was a nice date" he said with a slight sneer, maybe he was going to play with the jealousy of the oldest

This did not please the waiter who crossed his arms before pretending to get up to leave the table. But although it was just to disturb the puppy he could not get up, at least not as easily and this was due to his ass being stuck on the chair that also did not stop squeaking since he sat on it. "I told them they were old and useless" Jisung mumbled weakly as he seemed to desperately struggle to get out of the chair while Seungmin looked on in confusion, not understanding the situation.

Had Jisung grown so fat to be stuck on a wooden chair? Surely since they were  together and the many outings they did at least 95% included food or at least Jisung eating but was it enough for him to gain so much weight?

Now that he thought about it, Seungmin realized that the quokka looked plumper not to mention his uniform that now drew a lot of his belly from which we could distinguish many rolls adorning his double belly. But the brunette decided to ignore the slight tingling in his crotch  when he saw Jisung stuck in front of him and decided to get up to help him

- "Huff .... W-What are you doing?" Jisung said suddenly as he saw the puppy come to his side and help him get unstuck "isn't that obvious enough?" He retorted before pushing his hands between the armrests and the belly of the blond to lift him. It took a lot of strength and long minutes of Seungmin fiddling with his belly and Jisung sweating before they managed to unstuck the blond who blushed brightly before thanking Seungmin

- "I... Sorry... Compared to Changbin earlier, I must be a bit of a stain" he said followed by a nervous laugh as Seungmin didn't know what he meant

- "Why do you say that? It's just an accident and it happens to everyone."

- "Everyone, huh? Do you know many people over 130 kilos who get stuck in a chair?" Jisung exclaimed with a slightly irritated voice

-"That's not what I meant! I meant it in the sense that you don't have to be ashamed, it's okay-"

- "If it's shameful! How can I think I have a chance with you when I'm just a whale incapable of-" but as he lamented, he was cut off by a pair of lips resting against his own, none other than the man who stole his heart.

Seungmin quickly detached himself before blushing at his act. "But i like this whale, he's adorable" he added before mumbling that he had to leave but Jisung quickly regained his mind and before Seungmin greeted him and left, he took his arm and came to place a soft kiss on his cheek "see you tonight at my place? He asked acang before the puppy acquired and left out of the cafe leaving a blushing quokka to work another three long hours to find the one who made his heart beat.

Finally these blind date had not been so useless right? Although Seungmin had found the one that fit him other than those stupid blind dates his friends imposed on him... or was it their plan?

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- "Do you ever plan to tell him?" Jeongin asked curiously as he had his head resting against the oldest's chest

- "Why should i ? I like that he thinks he found Jisung by himself. Why do you think each of the dates happened in the café where he worked? He told me he liked big boys so I found his big boy" said proudly Chan as his hand came to rub the blond boy's scalp.

Finally Seungmin's best friends knew him very well. They gave him a typically romantic and cliché date with a cute big boy.

#weight gain #my fic #my fics

[meetmymouth]

Miss Groupie on a DATE ON A DATE omg please check in on that situation because we all know Harry loves being petty and jealous

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warnings: language, oral (m)

word count: 1.3k

She looks at her watch, then at the doors leading up to the toilets. Has he ran away, she thinks to herself, then laughs at how pathetic that sounds. Like it was a film. Then, there he is, jogging towards her with a beaming smile, his crooked teeth making her smile.

“Sorry,” he says, sitting down. “There was a line. A… queue, if you will.”

“You’re funny.”

He chuckles, “I’d like to think so. So, what are we thinking? I heard the smoked salmon is really good.”

“Sure… ah,” she thinks about her later plans. “Or, I’ll just have the sweet and sour chicken.”

“You sure?”

“Yup.”

He nods, then nods at the waiter. The food arrives, and it’s really good. James is funny, and makes her laugh at the smallest thing. Though, she notices, it might be because she’s heard all the silly jokes already from someone else. Someone who would be waiting for her at a luxurious hotel room.

Harry.

When James cuts into his salmon, she can’t help but watch his hands work the cutlery. What’s weird about is that she can’t help but think about Harry’s big, veiny hands and how soft and strong they are. It makes her weak, both in the knees and somewhere deep inside that she can’t quite figure out.

“What is it that you do again,” James cuts through her thoughts and asks, smiling down at her.

She pauses, a piece of chicken still in the hair. “Oh. Um– I’m sort of unemployed at the moment. Well, not really,” she looks down at her food. “I do translation stuff. Work from home and stuff.”

He nods. “Right. Does that earn you money, though?”

“Yes, it does,” she quips, brows furrowed.

“Right.”

“And you,” she nods at him. “You work in logistics, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

It seems weird, the atmosphere, and he doesn’t add anything else after that. They sit and eat quietly.

Then, it gets weirder.

James coughs into his napkin. “You’re not seeing anyone else at the moment, are you?” He asks. She raises her eyebrows.

“What?”

“Since you said okay to the date? Should I assume that? That… you’re single and not seeing anyone else?”

“I… we’re not actually together. I don’t get why you’re asking me that.”

“It was a simple question. I gather you’re seeing someone then.”

She swallows, letting go of her chopsticks. “I am not. Not in that way, at least.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Wow?” She raises her eyebrows. “What’s that–“

Before she can continue, her phone goes off with a text.

They’re quiet after that, her texting back and forth occasionally as they eat. It’s rude, she knows it is, to be on your phone, though she can’t seem to let it go.

James thinks it, too.

“That your boyfriend, then?” He says, grinning at her in a wolf-like manner. She doesn’t like it one bit.

How can she even begin to tell this man that no, it’s not actually her boyfriend. It’s the manager of the person I fuck, she thinks. Pathetic.

“No,” she can only mumble. “Just a friend.”

“Does she know you’re on a date?”

“He. And yes, he knows,” she murmurs, reaching for her glass of water. She downs it in one go, wishing it was something stronger.

“Lovely.”

“Yeah.”

Well, that took a turn.

Just as she opens her mouth to ask something else, to make conversation, her phone goes off again, signalling yet another text from Jeff.

James and her share a look, and she knows their time has come to an end.

James smiles. “I’ll get the bill,” he says, nodding at a waiter passing by. “Thanks for coming tonight, I had a great time,” he says, though she knows he doesn’t mean it.

They leave, James giving her a kiss on the cheek, and she finds herself wandering the streets of Tampa. She gets hotdog, then buys herself a can of Redbull from a convenience store near the arena Harry's performing at, though she decides not to go in.

She finds a club, parties hard until three, and leaves alone.

Just as she's booking an Uber to the hotel, another text comes through.

Jeff: Are you back?

Miss Fabian: Back where?

Jeff: Hotel.

Miss Fabian: On my way.

Jeff: Hurry the fuck up.

Miss Fabian: ????? Excuse me, Jeffrey?

She takes another look at the text just as she's getting into the car. Harry. She knows it's him, because he's actually the biggest coward out there who keeps trying to communicate through his manager. She doesn't respond. Instead, watches the street lights get smaller and smaller as they drive.

She arrives at the hotel at nearly four, and is actually thankful Jeff comes down to get her so she doesn't have to wait at the lobby while they call everyone from Harry's team to ask if she's telling the truth about who she is and why she's here for.

Jeff nods at her, and they walk to the lift. "He's angry," he says, pushing the button for Harry's floor.

"Why?"

"I don't know, but he is."

"It's not like he's my babysitter."

He sighs, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "You two are making things so much harder for me. I'm not getting involved."

When they arrive at their floor, Jeff walks straight to where his room is as she walks towards Harry's. She has the key, so she gets in without any trouble, cringing at the smell of alcohol and weed.

He's in bed.

Naked. Hand on his cock, stroking himself slowly as he watches her take her coat and bag off.

"You look like a lunatic," she says, fingers already working the buttons on her shirt. "Did you get baked and wanked all night?"

Harry snorts, though his hand never stops moving. "I don't smoke while on tour. It was Alex."

"Hm."

"So, how was your date?"

Bingo.

She laughs, taking the last item of clothing off as she walks closer to bed, and gets on her hands and knees.

"I'm here now, aren't I?"

Harry bites his bottom lip as his thumb works the pink tip ever so slowly. "Late, but still."

"Don't make me angry."

"Yeah? We wouldn't want that now, would we?"

She doesn't say anything to that.

Instead, she swats his hand away and gets between his leg, then leans forward.

He's hard and leaking already, so she opens her mouth and takes him into her mouth, smiling with her eyes shut as he groans and tries to buck his hip. She licks underneath his cock, moaning around him when she feels the vein there, and swirls her tongue around the angry tip. The salty taste of him feels familiar to her taste buds, so she licks like she always does, takes him deeper and deeper until his hard cock touches the back of her throat.

Harry grunts, hands coming to rest on her hair. "Fuck," he murmurs, pulling the strands. "Such a cock slut, aren't you?"

When he cums, she takes all of it and swallows, moaning at the taste of him while Harry watches his cum drip down her chin with hazy eyes. With bitten lips, Harry shakes his head and chuckles, hand coming to rest on her neck as she tries to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Good girl."

"Your best groupie, right?" She tries, smiling down at him as he gets up and grabs the towel from the chair. He hands it to her.

"You're at least in my top three," he says, flicking her on the cheek.

"Oi. Bastard."

"Such a lovely mouth you've got there."

"Only the best for my sugar daddy."

"Yikes. Don't call me that," Harry says, getting his robe on as she wipes her face and chest.

"So," she says, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Will you take me to Disneyland and hold my hand on the rides tomorrow?"

Harry tuts, opening another bottle of water. "Miss Fabian," he says, watching her struggle to wear his dirty t-shirt from earlier. "Fuck off."

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[dreamilyjake]

pink silk | sim jake

pairing: jake x fem!reader

genre: almost! arranged marriage au (not really)

warning: quite suggestive

word count: 1.4k

(〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃) enjoy

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you stared at the silk slip dress laying on your bed. it was a beautiful shade of pink. it looks a bit short, but it's a stunning dress. you sighed. "i don't want to go to this dinner."

"honey, we've talked about this," your dad heaved.

"you're forcing me to go to dinner with someone i don't even know?" you scoffed and crossed your arms together. you can't believe your parents made dinner plans for you to meet with someone without your own knowledge. no, scratch that. it's not just dinner plans, they're marrying you off. what is this? you're being thrown into an arranged marriage life now?

"would you want to go if it's with someone you know?" riki, your brother cackled slightly, before your mom pinched his arm shutting him up. he rubbed his arm in pain. "riki, shut it!"

your dad pinched his nose bridge, exasperated "y/n, i'm doing this for your own good. i just want you to marry someone well off and a good man."

"i can't believe you're selling off your only daughter!"

you were fumed, though you sighed in defeat. there's nothing you can do but attend the dinner. you figured you might just go and run away if anything goes bad.

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as you arrived at the fancy restaurant, the waitress showed you the way to your table. you saw it was an empty table, thinking your dinner date was running late. tch, you couldn't believe you arrived earlier than whoever-might-show-up.

just as you boringly sat there waiting for your date, sipping your glass of champagne. rolling eyes at literally nothing. you hated this already. you sighed in annoyance, you wished you could go home already. why were you forced to be here? anyone with two eyes can see your grumpy mood.

that was until the corner of your eyes caught someone familiar. extremely familiar. you looked up as he walked near to your table. surprisingly, your frown slowly turned into a smile. a big smile at that.

"jake, it's you," sim jake. you weren't exactly the closest of friends, but you knew him through your mutual friend, park sunghoon, because they were best friends. sim jake and you never really talked that much. bumping with each other at times, you noticed the stares from the man when he didn't know you'd notice. the first time you met jake, you thought he was absolutely attractive. his nice-looking face, and his amazing personality that you only saw part of it. too bad, your talks with him never went past casual conversation and casual flirting. you were excited to see him.

sim jake, the handsome man, clad in a satin black dress shirt, matched with a black suit and pants. his visuals were astonishing. you couldn't really describe it in words of how handsome he was. his beauty just took your breath away. his hands were in his pockets, he looked absolutely stunning.

"you looked gorgeous, angel," he stood in front of you, complimented you with a little grin. he pulled his chair and sat across from you. your heart totally skipped a beat when you made eye contact as he looked at you. you were still smiling in excitement upon seeing him.

"i'd thought that you hated this dinner date."

"why would you say that?" you raised your eyebrow.

"seeing you from afar, you looked mad. but right now you seemed very pleased to see me. do you like me that much, y/n?" he teased and laughed that sounded like the music to your heart. you reddened with his teasing.

"oh, get over yourself." you rolled your eyes but said it with a huge smile on your face.

"do you like it that i'm here?" he smiled, placing his fingers onto his lips.

you scoffed, changing the topic, "don't you think it's a little rude to let the girl wait?"

he turned his head slightly, frowned a little, "well, i don't want to wait here and then find out i got ditched if my date decided to run away."

"now, who would ever ditch you?" you wouldn't ever confess you had planned to run off earlier. that was before you knew it was him. but, come on. it's sim jake. that's one hell of a dumb person could be to ditch him. would you run off if it was someone else? mayhaps.

he laughed again, "and i have ordered our appetizer. you know, because i was actually here first."

then the appetizer came in, the waiter later took your main course and dessert orders. your meal was served and both of you enjoyed your fine cuisine.

"so, angel, what do you think?" he started, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"i wouldn't actually eat if it wasn't you tonight," you said truthfully, scooping in your delightful dessert.

"careful angel. you're really gonna make me think that you like me." he chuckled and you could've sworn you saw a slight red tint appearing on his cheeks.

"and i'm actually talking about you having to marry me." and then it just dawned on you. this dinner date was a date to meet the man that your dad wanted to marry you off. you barely processed, marrying this fine man? oh god.

"hmm, do you want to marry me?" you turned the question to him, then resting your cheek on your palm against the table.

you saw he bit his lips, "this isn't really an enemies-to-lovers trope, sweetheart."

"then what trope is it?" you asked innocently, batting your eyelashes.

"anything you want, angel."

"oh and maybe, just maybe. when tonight ends, you might just end up on my bed, princess." he said again with a flirty smile on his face.

you gasped in feign innocence, "jake, what do you even mean? how dare you initiating pre-marital s*x on our dinner night?"

"with how fucking stunning you look in that dress? you really think i'm gonna have the patience to wait until we get married?"

when he knew park sunghoon has a girl friend, he was dying to see you and meet you. sunghoon always had these stories of a certain girl that he never knew of. when he finally saw you, it was super easy to develop a crush on you, jake thinks. you were the most beautiful person his eyes has ever laid on. the way you carry yourself with grace, the way you talk. it was just in a blink of an eye that he realised he was attracted to you.

｡*♡✧*。

true to his word. this fine piece of man does not have the patience to wait. when you were both done with your lovely cuisine, he was delighted to offer to bring you home. though, he did not drive you home and rather drove straight to his own apartment after asking you if it was okay to go to his place.

upon arriving at his penthouse, you were roughly pushed against the wall. "i'm sorry, angel, i just want to kiss you so bad. it's all i can think about," with his arm beside your head, he said the words just barely above whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

you bit your lips, "then kiss me jake." with that approval he attacked your lips with his delicious plump lips. you shut your eyes, feeling his warm and soft lips against yours. he smells fucking amazing with his signature cologne. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. he kissed you fervently, deepening the kiss like he couldn't get enough of you. he was kissing you like his life depended on it. nose grazed each other, as he tilted his head to kiss you more. when you feel his hands start lazily roaming your body, you gasp. it gave him the access to taste the cavern of your mouth, tasting your warmth. it was also warmth that blossomed in your chest. your heart pounded quicker in your chest, and your knees got weaker. you could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, it was only in a slip seconds that you're already addicted to how he made you feel. when he pulled out from the kiss, you were both panting heavily, gasping for air.

he draped his arms around your frame to pull you closer to his body. "we're in for a long night, angel."

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[sukirichi]

personal disaster

Toji took the personal invitation to be your personal disaster.

REQUEST. toxic toji + enemies to greater enemies + toji railing reader in front of someone they’re seeing because he doesn’t want to see you happy but he doesn’t want to “keep” you either

PAIRINGS. toxic toji x reader x mafia! leader noritoshi kamo (he’s just witnessing the fun, dw)

CONTENT/WARNINGS: rough sex, slight bloodplay, violence, toxic toji, toxic and abusive relationships, choking, begging kink (you’ll be surprised in what way), degradation, mass murder, mentions of blood, cuckolding, overstimulation, reader is kind of crazy, hate fucking, neck slicing, IT’S DARK okay? unedited too, sorry for typos and grammatical errors 

WC: 3.5k+

masterlist !

Your arm looped with your fiancé’s, his possessive arm wrapped around your waist. He glared at everyone who stared at you with a lust filled gaze, his cold eyes alone enough to send his people staring at the ground with a tug of their jackets to hide their erection. You almost felt bad for them, knowing that they always saw how your pussy took Noritoshi’s cock so well, but that was it.

They could only see but never had a taste of the specimen you were because you were the mafia leader’s fiancé, soon to be the Queen of his empire while you sat pretty next to him, getting richer and richer with each passing second before you fulfilled your duty and birthed him an heir.

Noritoshi wasn’t in a rush, though. He was a man of sensual pleasure, wanting to take his time with you and getting to know you, and take his time he did.

There was not a day that he didn’t have you moaning under his silk sheets, wrists already chafed from the handcuffs he insisted on using you, simply because he was a man who liked to exert dominance and craved being in power. You never denied him – how could you when all you had to do was spread your legs and you got that coin?

You were beyond a slut for him, however, and this much was clear when Noritoshi announced that you were his and his only.

When even that didn’t deter the curious hands of his people from pumping their cocks at the thought of you, Noritoshi have had enough. He roughly slammed his lips to yours before he melted at the sweetness of your lips, soon turning gentle before he slipped a ring inside your finger to make it official.

Noritoshi, dramatic as ever, wanted everyone to know about this engagement as loudly as he could without opening his mouth.

Your fiancé had a flare for the theatrics, which was why he didn’t blink an eye as he got you an expensive designer dress, hand-stitched, and flaunting you around – flaunting his soon to be wife hanging off of his arm proudly.

He guided you into his limousine until you reached a night sky nightclub that was notorious for its luxury. Not even the richest people belonging in the top tier of society could afford a single ticket, much less a private room. Noritoshi made the right choice by walking with you down the hallways, the walls transitioning from a glossy black to a velvet tint, leading into one of the VIP rooms that was already surrounded by his guards.

The whole way there, Noritoshi didn’t loosen his grip on you, making sure his hand was cupping your ass to flash your ring and his.

Several envious gazes and curious ones later, followed by hushed whispers before the pair of you disappeared behind the double doors, Noritoshi loosened up in his seat, satisfied that he’d marked his territory successfully.

Noritoshi uncapped a bottle of fine whiskey served by a shivering waiter, while you sat next to him, legs crossed enough that the poor blushing waiter flushed at the sight of your bare cunt.

You checked your nails, smirking at the velvet black acrylics Noritoshi was generous enough to let you borrow his black card for. The dress you wore was infinitely superb too, the bust firm enough to push your breasts high enough that the outline of your cleavage was just a step away from exposing your nipples – a tease, as always – just as how Noritoshi wanted.

He was like that; always dangling the treasure right in front of people’s mouths as they salivated in hunger, then bringing it back to his grasp just before they took a bite.

How Noritoshi, you thought.

Out of nowhere, muffled gunshots could be heard from the outside, your eyes cat-like as they glared at the door, waiting for people to burst through. Not a second later, one of your guards rudely invited himself in, pushing the curtain that hid a secret exit as he started babbling nonsense about a madman or something.

“What’s wrong?” Noritoshi asked calmly over his glass, swirling the glass with a satisfying clink. “What’s all the commotion about?”

“Sir, you need to leave! There’s an assassin here and he’s easily taking our men down!”

“Assassin?” he scoffed with a pinch of his brow. “What do you mean assassin? This is a private nightclub – isn’t our security tough?”

“Yes, sir, but he’s easily overpowering us—”

“This assassin you speak of,” you stopped inspecting your nails, placing them over your knee instead. A smirk painted your bold red lips when the guard’s eyes trailed downwards to your shaven cunt, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the sight before he turned away, stiffening harder once he met Noritoshi’s glare. “Is he tall, dark, has a scar running down in his lip and has a crazy look in his eye?”

“Y-yes, that’s exactly him.”

“Do you know who he is, darling?”

You scrunched your noise, uncrossing your legs out of poor mercy to this man. He looked like he’d faint soon – seriously, didn’t Noritoshi have enough sluts for his men to fuck? “An old friend of mine, although I could hardly call him that when he took everything from me,” eyes darkening at the memory of him, you pushed yourself off the velvet cushions of the couch, swiping at the gun strapped to your thigh. “You should leave, Toshi. I’ll handle him.”

“You’ll handle him? It’s unsafe – we need to leave—”

Sigh, he always worried too much over you. It was so easy for him to forget you lived an equally dark life prior meeting him, so you pressed your lips against his, making sure to mark the edges red to remind him he had nothing to worry about. As always, it shut Noritoshi up, his hands coming up to caress at your ass.  

“He won’t hurt me,” you assured, palms laid flat on his chest. “Now go.”

Noritoshi wasn’t given a chance when you nodded at his guard, who got the message and dragged his boss away rather harshly behind the curtain. Smirking, you made your way outside, adrenaline rushing through your veins and heat seeping into your core. This night just got a lot more interesting.

Your fun was spoiled, however, when you were met with blood stained walls and limbs torn everywhere. A sneer made its way to your face, not because you were disgusted by the sight, but because he was still as boring and upfront as ever.

He never let you had your fun.

“Toji,” you greeted the tall man sitting on top of the pile of bodies, brows raised because it’s been a long time and he still hadn’t changed. He still wore the exact same fitted black shirt that looked like it would rip into pieces at each of his movements, which to your surprise, never did. “Still as messy as ever, huh?” you clicked your tongue, bunching your dress up with your fists as you stepped over the bodies, making sure not to slip from the sea of blood. “Jeez. You’re not even the least bit concerned about the cleaners.”

“Sweetheart,” he crooned, mirroring your smug expression as he jumped down his throne of corpses, roughly tilting your chin up so you could look him in the eye.

Even with high heels, Toji effortlessly towered over you, reminding you again and again of the strength difference. Though you held your ground pretty well, and he knew this too, otherwise he wouldn’t have struggled so much in his mercenary work the moment you came.

“It’s so nice to see you again – or is that what you wanted me to say?” Your lips stretched for a sinister laugh, Toji beating you to it when his strong hands came to wrap around your neck, slamming you on the wall hard enough he blurred in your vision for a moment. You kept chuckling through the lack of air, tongue darting out to lick the blood of his knuckles. Toji growled, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you’ve done to me, bitch. You ruined my pretty face with those nails of yours.”

“Can’t blame a woman, Toji, you weren’t letting me cum.”

“To be fair, you were leaving me after you killed all my clients when I kindly asked you to keep your hands to yourself,” Toji sneered, head darting down to rip the diamond necklace Noritoshi got you onto the ground. You whined upon seeing the crystals scatter onto the floor, millions worth now dipped in blood. What a fucking shame. “But you’ve always been a naughty little minx, aren’t you? You just can’t keep your hands off of beautiful men.”

“Trust me, Toji, what’s inside their pockets are a lot prettier than faces,” you giggled as your hand came up to trace the scar on his lips, eyes narrowed into appreciative slits. “Nothing would ever be prettier than this.”

“Is it still a face you want to sit on?”

“Fuck, yes,” you admitted, pushing yourself off the wall to wrap your legs around him.

The momentum took Toji by surprise, forgetting that you were just as strong as him as he staggered two steps backwards. His grip tightened on your hip to steady you both, the sharp blade of his weapon poking against your thigh threateningly.

It didn’t bother you, and you only nuzzled your nose against his almost affectionately, staring him in the eyes as you mumbled, “I fucking missed you.”

“Then why did you leave?” he grunted while grinding you down on his cock, hissing for a split second when your killer heels dug into his lower back. He could feel blood leaking from how the shoe pierced him, but he made no move to push you away, enticing you to kiss the corners of his lips to worship his scar. He was so beautiful, sinfully gorgeous that you always lost your mind around him.

He was your end, your ruin, your destruction – and you left in a poor attempt to keep your heart safe.

“How long has it been since I had my hands on you, huh, pretty thing? Six months, maybe more? Time gets so blurry when I’m not buried in your tight cunt,” Toji buried his nose in the crook of your neck, using the blade of his sword to tear your dress open, leaving your lower half revealed to him.

“Oh, you asshole, that was expensive!”

“Don’t give a fuck, baby,” he rolled his eyes, and of course he didn’t. Toji wasn’t any better than you; both your minds were always clouded and hazy with sex. “You smell different. Got another man?”

“Hmm, and he’s much better than you are,” Your words ticked Toji off, knowing full well he always hated it whenever you poked at his ego. Toji was a man of many things, and every time you implied that he wasn’t something, you could expect that he would fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to feel your legs for days. Now that was exactly what you wanted, so you kept going, your nails travelling under his shirt to leave more scratches at his already ruined back – all thanks to you. “He’s rich, classy, handsome, praises me instead of calls me a little slut—”

“Aren’t you?”

“I am,” you agreed shamelessly with a sultry laugh, looking back at him with a devious glint in your eye. “But I like being worshipped every now and then.”

“Haven’t I done that enough? You talk as if I never made you feel good.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, nothing can still compare to your cock, Toji,” Your other hand shoved itself down his pants to feel him, soft pants leaving those pretty mouth of yours when felt his cock bare, the tip already wet with pre-cum.

Of fucking course Toji executed his missions on commando mode – he couldn’t be bothered to keep his fat cock imprisoned.

“But he’s richer. And he’s willing to marry me, breed me until I’m swollen with his children and pamper me afterwards. He’s willing to make me his.”

“You fucking slut,” Toji shoved his tongue inside your mouth, the moans spilling from your lips to his only encouraging him to align his huge length onto your already dripping cunt – always so wet and ready to be filled by him – before he slammed you all the way down. The sudden stretch had you biting on his tongue to muffle your moan, Toji’s hands bruising as he cupped your ass. Toji clenched his jaw upon feeling your walls embrace him warmly, his breaths ragged and faint.

It made your chest swell with pride at the thought that only you could make the infamous Fushiguro Toji this disarranged.

“What is it with you sticking to alpha males all the fucking time?”

“A princess wants her throne beside a handsome prince, Toji. Just because your family didn’t like you, doesn’t mean mine did too. I grew up being told fairy tales while you ran rampant in the streets,” you bit back, the sinister laugh painting the blood red walls dark because you knew Toji better than anyone, and one of the things that always set him off like a bomb was the mention of his abusive family.

You couldn’t wait to see how he would ruin you, and you moaned loudly when Toji grabbed your jaw until your cheeks were squished, the cold of his blade held against your throat sending a shiver down your spine.

“Are you the slightest bit aware of how much I want to kill you right now? Slice your lovely neck and fuck you while you suffocate in your own blood?” You gasped as you felt warm liquid slowly bleed out from the slightest cut, your blood sliding down your chest and under the leftover materials of your dress. Toji used his bare hands to rip the dress apart, your tits bouncing the moment they were freed from its confines.

The guttural groan that echoed from his throat was pure animalistic, similar to the carnal thrusts of his dick that pummelled into you. He pushed you flat on your back until your skin pricked with the shards of glass on the bar countertops, the pain only adding to your pleasure.

Toji kept you locked underneath his arm, his hands choking the air out of you while you clenched around him repeatedly, your walls sucking him in tight enough that Toji lost rhythm in his thrusts. “Only you would like that, Toji,” you choked out in a broken gasp, the man above you growling when you picked up a broken wine glass to push his hands off of you.

Blood coated both your bodies as Toji drove his dick deeper, hitting all the spots that only he could ever reach.

“I’m a man of rare taste.”

“So fucking rare,” you teased. Toji’s middle finger and thumb met once they wrapped around your neck, pulling you off the table to bounce you on his cock, using only his masculine virility and raw strength to fuck you good.

The sudden change of position had the tip of his cock pressing into your most sensitive spots, Toji’s angry grunts sinful yet so erotic as your bumpy walls kissed the veins of his cock.

Toji suddenly wrapped an arm under your breasts, flipping you over until you were met by the sight of Noritoshi standing still outside his VIP room, his gun aimed at the both of you. “Uh-uh – I wouldn’t do that if I were you, pretty boy,” he warned, his words taking a huge hit on Noritoshi when his arm wavered. “One cut is all I need and your lovely fiancé’s body would be swimming in her own blood. Now, you wouldn’t want to waste such a beauty, right?”

“Y/N!” he suddenly dropped his gun, hands raised in surrender beside his head. If Toji wasn’t driving his dick like a fucking animal, you would’ve broken Noritoshi’s nose, ashamed that he surrendered so easily. Noritoshi’s dark eyes turned to Toji’s, heat seeping off of him in waves. “I will never forgive you for what you’re doing!”

“Wasn’t asking for forgiveness, shorty,” Toji pressed, using two fingers to split your lips open, giving Noritoshi the show of his life as Toji’s fat cock stretched you open completely, your puffy lips wrapped around his swollen length.

You knew you looked so dirty right now, skin covered in blood, wearing nothing but your black heels that accentuated your legs while Toji split your body in half.

A strangled moan was pulled from you when Toji hitched one of your legs, his arm hooked behind your knee, completely exposing yourself to Noritoshi. Even though you couldn’t see yourself, the squelching of your pussy taking in Toji’s cream filled dick was so pornographic you couldn’t help the heightening of your arousal, breasts bouncing as Toji kept up his relentless pounding.

“Come on, sweetheart, let him see how much I’m stretching you out. Watch as she loses herself around my fact cock like the fucking whore she is,” Toji laughed, silencing your incoherent fucked out mumbled by shoving a thumb through your lips, smearing your lipstick to the side as if you weren’t a mess already.  “Oh, look at his face. You don’t mean to tell me he doesn’t know how filthy you are, huh, sweetheart?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“What the fuck did you say to me?” Toji slapped your ass, your walls clenching around him on instinct. Noritoshi’s eyes widened when you only moaned in response, the blissful smile on his ace rendering him silent. “Not so threatening now, huh, Kamo?” Toji leered, snickering at the apparent tent growing in your fiance’s pants.

It was absolutely sickening that he got off at the sight of his pretty little fiancé be used by some other man, but Toji respected all kinks, even if he didn’t have much respect for Noritoshi to begin with.

“Come on, sweetheart. Scream for me. Say my fucking name like you always used to. Let’s show this pretty boy here how awful you are before he regrets being with you,” Toji snapped his hips harder into you, causing you to see stars that mixed with the sight of Noritoshi falling onto his knees, your name a plead for his lips.

Toji’s cock only twitched at the sight of seeing someone so helpless, to see the infamous powerful Kamo leader beg for Toji to save you and let you go.

He always knew he had a begging kink, but he didn’t think it would come in this form.

“T-Toshi—” you moaned out, eyes snapped shut. You couldn’t think anymore, the only sounds filling your ears were Noritoshi’s cries and Toji’s ragged pants in your ear, his hand pressing down on the apparent bulge of your lower stomach every time he bottomed out.

“I said, say my fucking name.”

“Toji, Toji, fuck!” you leaned backwards and placed your head on his shoulder while he grabbed your hair to kiss you, that familiar heat beginning to form in your core. Unable to help it, your moans fell left and right, loud enough that it drowned out Noritoshi’s pleads. Toji laughed at both of you – called you the dumbest lovers alive – so he kissed you, more tongue and teeth than lips, his thrusts sloppy and desperate. “Oh, oh fuck, yes, yes, right there, oh!”

“You can never fuck her like I do. You can never make her feel good like I do. See how she’s moaning so pretty for me? You can never have her.”

“You’re so fucking unfair,” you cried out, hands tugging at his hair. Toji never let up for even a moment as his thrusts slowed; the new pace he set slow yet deep. Toji pulled out his cock slowly to make you feel him inch by inch, your walls licking at his cock vein by vein until only the tip was left inside, before thrusting full into you in one swift movement of his hips. “You can’t just break up with me and – fuck – tell me I can’t be with others.”

“I own you, sweetheart – I’m your personal disaster,” Toji taunted, large hands groping at your breast when your eyes snapped open, his last final thrusts turning your pussy to mush.

You came around him, hard and overwhelmingly so. Your hands wrapped around his bicep to steady your shaking legs, his name spoken like a prayer with malicious tone as if to curse him. Toji pushed you off his cock until you fell on the floor, his rough hands grabbing at your jaw again to face him, thick spurts of his cum painting your face.

Taking them all in like a good girl, Toji swiped his length over the slope of your nose and pushed the still hard cock through your lips. His hands gripped your head tight as he fucked into your mouth, nothing but anger shown through that scarred face while your jaw fell slack and sore.

“And I’ll break you over and over again until you’re reminded that you’re mine.”

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