#food doesn't sit right sometimes and sometimes i simply can't bring myself to eat more

[traumxrei-archive]

Can I just say how much I love the Mostro Lounge?? If Azul wouldn't charge me extra for it, I'd love a booth for myself. It'd be so relaxing! I could order from their menu, do some people watching, draw, do homework....it seems like such a nice place! And Azul would totally have limited time menu items, or seasonal items, or maybe even sell small but cute Mostro merch/accessories! And that's just the non-romantic stuff!

I love love LOVE the idea of having a lover who works there! Doesn't matter if it's as a waiter or cook or owner himself! To enjoy time at my bf's workplace while he's off working? To be able to watch him work? To see him being too busy to sneak glances over at me or if it's not busy to make kissy faces at him from across the room? Have him bring me my drinks/food? Have him get me a special discount? He gets to let me try new items before they're officially on the menu? To eat the cooking he made or drink the drink he mixed? Have him stop by with an order that I hadn't even ordered but he wanted me to have? Waiting for him as they close for the night? Helping him clean up so he can get out of there faster? Maybe even helping out when they are short staffed and getting to work with the bf? Maybe this time hes the one watching me while I'm too busy working to look back at him? Being told I did a good job, or getting playfully teased for a mistake?

Even just pining stuff- getting to sit alone with him while going insane on the inside for thinking "what if this would have been a date"? Saving up points to get Azul to give you pointers on your crush? Trying to either not let him know you have a crush on said person or even trying to avoid a name altogether? There's so many scenarios with just Azul too since he owns the place! And with his whole contract thing? He may not do it to the same extent as before, but come on, it'd be so thrilling to offer yourself to work at the lounge in exchange for him setting up a date with the guy you like (even more thrilling if the guy you wanna date is him heehheeeheheheheh)

anon i have positively ascended with this scenario. metaphysically my soul is rising into the pearly gates of heaven rn.

but honestly having your own booth at mostro lounge...like just a little place that all the servers know is reserved for you to sit at, and then they'd inform octatrio n maybe they'd swing by if they aren't too busy to check in on what you're doing...

you fuel my brainrot of octatrio with this whole thing- ik that you meant in general, but i can't help but think abt dating either of the three n doing all the cute things you mentioned sjdkfskf so have some very small drabbles featuring mostro lounge shenanigans with each of the trio n you if you were dating:

azul ashengrotto wasn't someone who got distracted by much. but the sight of his lover sitting prettily at one of the tables of the lounge he ran? and you were smiling at him from across the room? that was certainly enough to distract him.

"what is it, angel face?" azul had approached you after the tweels had teased and pestered him for a while.

you simply smile, "you look so handsome while you're working."

"ahem, that is hardly a reason to distract me from my work," nonetheless azul sits in front of you, cradling his chin in his palm.

"i didn't distract you?" you raise an eyebrow. "i didn't even call you over, you came on your own."

"that's...true," azul admitted bashfully. there was a high blush on those pretty cheeks of his that you could resist smiling even wider at.

"is it wrong to want to spend time with you?"

you blink at the question, "no, not at all." this side of azul sometimes surprised you.

you end up with azul, shuffling papers that were possibly of high importance right in front of you. even if you guys aren't talking, you don't mind. he's given you front row seats to watch him work after all.

jade leech is observant. he is certainly observant enough to notice when his lovely little partner waltz into the lounge just as closing time was approaching.

"and what are you doing here, pet?" jade asked as you made your way over to the table he was clearing off.

you pick up a glass, "i heard that you were closing up today, so i thought i'd keep you company."

he chuckles, thoroughly amused by your intrusion, "are you sure you aren't just lonely because i had full hours today?"

you nudge him with your elbow as best you could whilst balancing some parfait glasses, "don't tease me...and for the record, i did miss you a little but you're being mean so..."

it takes a moment for you to realize that jade isn't working and instead he's staring at you. it's a piercing stare, enough to send goosebumps flying down your arms as he approaches.

"let me give my little pet a kiss then," he said, smiling with his sharp teeth on display. "for being so patient and for helping me out."

safe to say it took a whole lot longer to clean up the lounge with your boyfriend relentlessly teasing you about how cute and flustered you were.

floyd leech wasn't having a great day. everything was so boring and azul had gotten mad at him, and all he wanted to do was run around, cause some mayhem, maybe even smash a glass.

that was until you walked in! his precious little sea bunny was here to play! he immediately pushed aside octavinelle student b and led you over to a seat at the bar, where he was currently stationed.

"heya little bun!" floyd said cheerily, stepping behind the bar. "what wouldja like today~"

"surprise me." he seemed to like your answer from the way his face lit up instantly. he started grabbing a variety of liquids that you didn't recognize. you just prayed that he wouldn't make something flammable.

"ta-da~" floyd pushed the drink in front of them, a tall glass in an ombre from blue to white. "'s called sea foam delight."

"that's not on the menu," you blurt out. you've come here enough times that you know the menu inside out and yet...

floyd was sending you a secretive smile, "this is the new seasonal menu! i'm givin' sea bunny a sneak-peek for comin' to cheer me up!"

oh. well. you were quite sure that azul wouldn't have been happy about this, but well, you drink it anyway. seeing that happy look on floyd's face was worth it after all.

(and uhm, we don't talk abt that contract thing bc that's already a fic waiting to happen and i do not need another wip *cries* i hope you like this tho anon-)

#/trau replies #/anonnie #/trau writes #mmm octa brainrot go brr #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenario #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #octatrio

[faithfromanewperspective]

remember being in a horrid shitty mood catching the bus back to my parents, thinking, if they just painted a bus lane on the fucking road my journey could take less than 45 minutes and be way more reliable. wondering why it isn't there, the infrastructure, surely i could afford the jail time if i just went out there and built it, they wouldn't tear it down right? footpaths and shit. cause it's still a pretty rural area. instead i'm sitting on the bus destroying my mental health, no wonder i feel better having moved out of the area, when every car that cuts in front of us and all the traffic we can't just zoom past feels like a personal put-down, an insult to my way of life that i've chosen because it's better for all of us, not just me.

and realising, when my head's out of the constant frustration of it having moved out to somewhere walkable, i can see it 'above the trees' if you will that i can whine and bitch about it all i can (and believe me i have) but any change like the one i want, is political. we do this for the city, we as the whole city do it together. of course it would be good, say the 3+ million of us living in greater brisbane, soon to be 4, 5, 6, 7 million in the leadup to 2032 and after, but it's the tragedy of the commons isn't it? my priority, say 3+ million minus one self-supporting adult in this soon-to-be megacity, is getting to work every day and putting food on the table. i've never had that strong of a survival drive, I'd rather do the right thing and invest my choices into something that makes for a better city than be able to work or eat but when it comes to my mental health? sometimes you've gotta learn the hard way, some things you can't change, and it's not worth losing everything over. you can't think if you're exposing yourself constantly to what's fucking up your brain like if i punished myself for the inaction of the city it might make it better.

i'm starting to learn it doesn't. change is political, it's about power, and people are like water (bear with me, i'm a hydrologist) because it takes volume, all going a certain way, to make the biggest impact. have the strongest force. erode grooves in rocks and wash away entire buildings (this is brisbane, we've seen it happen). what we need, is all these people, 3+ million of us and more, coming together around an idea. getting together, council can't do anything to stop a majority, not in australia at least, and the functionality of a city is something we all need. heck, traffic is bad for all of our mental health and i would bet both my kidneys that the impact of it on our lives and relationships is understudied and underreported exponentially. we can solve this, but individual choices alone don't do shit.

so i'll stop beating myself up for not being able to simply will all the traffic lights along my commute to be green, and turn the energy i put into being mad at all of those stupid annoying cars into the things i do best. it turns out i'm really fucking good at drawing up ideas and connecting with people. so i'll stop beating myself up about the fact that the uni degree i did so i'd know about these things and the job i do for Experience and Sustenance meant i haven't had time to do all of these things As Soon As I Thought Of Them (like you always got told to do for your homework assignments). instead i'll think in larger timeframes. 9 years til the olympics. 2 to finish my masters degree. 27 til the rest of the world is carbon negative like tasmania and bhutan. what can i do in each of these timeframes? and how can i prioritise it?

as i coax my brain slowly out of fight or flight, as i put my pencils and watercolours and maps to annotate out on the table in front of me and say 'take your time, but you're allowed to do what you love' i know the places that have marked on my soul stand out to me. south east queensland right out to the bay. western sydney and bringing dignity to our second cbd, parramatta. queenstown tasmania, for some reason. the murray-darling basin as a whole, gundagai and the murrumbidgee at its heart. the red dirt centre of this great land and all the peoples and cultures it holds. i can hold all of their perspectives. i can train my intuition to find out all of their needs. i can put myself into 26 million pairs of shoes and decorate the lands and i can do it respectfully and lovingly like i'm tattooing my own skin because it might as well be. tattoo it with the needs of all of us and all who have gone before. blueprints of functionality, functionality we don't have, and then meet all 26 million souls (okay, i probably only need 2 million if we're starting from brisbane) and say to them, would you dream this dream with me? will you imagine this lifestyle where you're less burdened? can you be a part of simply talking about it, because that's how we're going to make it happen? can you improve it, make it better, make it yours, knowing that when you do it imprints itself on your heart a little more, you feel a part of it? and then we're all part of it. it takes years, but it can happen.

so i guess i've got my life's work cut out for me, and i'm so fucking glad i could figure this out from something that has been frustrating me to no end, because 'you can't change it' doesn't work for me unless you switch it out like a child's toy for something more big and exciting that i can change instead. fuck you, conformity. i found what it can be for me. a dream so big it doesn't matter if i can only do some of it--and who says i have to limit myself to australia?

#urban design #personal mental health tag #silver bridges #urban planning #sustainable transport #sustainable lifestyles #sustainable development goals #socio hydrology #neurodivergence #not to mention climate change mitigation

[linagram]

To the guards: What has each prisoner requested the most of so far? Weather you let them have it or not is irrelevant.

thanks for asking! also, a note: both eiji and miki are guards, so that means prisoners can ask both of them to bring them something, however, most prisoners definitely have their "favorite guard", so it's like.. for example, a prisoner asks eiji to bring them something and eiji agrees to do it, but he doesn't tell miki anything about it (maybe he forgot or just thought she doesn't have to know). so yes, they actually don't know anything about some prisoners' requests simply because those prisoners prefer to ask the other guard for help! hope that makes sense djkslsl (and yes, i made everyone's favorite guards talk about the prisoners' requests)

Miyagawa Akio.

Eiji: His requests are nothing special, really. He usually just asks for books because he thinks that he has to study even in a place like Milgram. I have no idea why he's so obsessed with studying. If those books are not related to school, he just reads classic literature. His cell is filled with books right now.

Hanasaki Aimi.

Miki: She always sounds a little shy when she asks for something. I wish she knew that it's okay for her to request things, I just want to make her life here more comfortable!.. It's hard to say what she asks for most often, but if I'm not wrong, usually it's art supplies or bandaids. She also asked for some hairclips because she gave her candy-shaped one to me and her hair keeps getting into her eyes.

Ishizu Shun.

Miki: He almost never requests anything? I don't want to sound mean or rude, but.. I think it's because he always forgets his requests so easily.. And sometimes he's just too shy to ask for something. I understand his feelings, but, um.. Isn't he older than me? I'm pretty sure he's stronger than me too, so I don't think he should be afraid of me.. Ah, I remember him asking for the same manga Maruyama-san requested a few days ago after he saw her reading it!

Chiba Naomi.

Eiji: Most of the time the things she asks for are not something she wants, it's just something other prisoners were too scared to ask for. When I asked her about her own requests, she simply said that "she doesn't need anything and doesn't deserve anything". It's nice to have a prisoner like her here.

Sanada Kei.

Eiji: He keeps asking me to bring him stuff just because he wants to annoy me. He usually asks me for the most random things, because again, he just wants to see my reaction, he doesn't actually need them. Of course, I never let him have anything.

Miki: If Kei-san actually needs something and.. um, he can't ask Eiji-san to help him, he usually comes to me. I don't think there's anything he asks for that often? He asked for a camera once because he "loves his job so much, it's hard for him to forget about it". He also wanted to take photos of other prisoners and I thought it sounded nice, so I got him one.. It's not that "professional" though, but I think he liked it?

Yoshioka Eiko.

Eiji: Like Kei, she always comes to me when she needs something, but if he just does it to see how I will react, I think she just wants to.. uh, spend more time with me? She's so weird.. She usually asks for stuff like hair products, nail polish, makeup, etc. Her first request was a hairbrush.

Yano Asahi.

Miki: Most of the time he asks for food (especially desserts) and toys. I can understand why he'd want so many toys, he's still a child after all, but I find it weird that he asks me to bring him food. You see, he actually wants me to cook it myself and I just don't get it, Eiji-san is definitely better at cooking than me.. Asa- Oh, I meant Yano-san has a very difficult personality, so maybe he just thinks my reactions are funny? Though for some reason he also often asks me to sit with him while he eats. At first I thought that it's because he wants me to be there in case the food tastes bad, but now I think he's just lonely.

Maruyama Yurika.

Miki: Oh, Maruyama-san usually asks for manga or light novels! She always panics so much because she's afraid of not being able to buy the new volumes. Sometimes she also asks for anime merch, but I don't know much about anime, so sometimes I get her something she didn't want..

Kuroki Riku.

Miki: He asks for makeup products surprisingly often? He asked me to bring him hair dye once too. Though it probably makes sense now that I think about it, he does wear makeup and his hair is dyed after all. Some of his requests don't really make sense though.. Eiji-san is going to kill me for this, but he asked me to bring him a knife once. He claimed that he just wanted to show Miyagawa-san and Yano-san some "cool knife tricks" and.. u-uh, for some reason I just couldn't say no to him. He asked for bandages later that day.

Himura Reina.

Eiji: Most of the time she just asks for weapons and other dangerous things, but she never means it, she just wants to see if we will take her requests seriously. If we're talking about her other requests.. she really likes to request hats. All kinds of hats. She has a whole collection of them in her cell. She wanted to wear a different one every day but other prisoners didn't let her.

#i love how everyone's requests (even kei's) are so normal and then there's riku. #i love reina so much she's so funny and silly #as you can see if someone has eiji as their favorite guard they probably just want to die or they just want to annoy him #“but why does akio have him as his fav guard” who knows :) #(also one of those requests is going to be mentioned in one of the future vds. i think you know which one.) #❔answering asks ❔ #🗡️guard 001: sanada eiji 🗡️ #🌼guard 002: andou miki 🌼 #👑prisoner 001: miyagawa akio👑 #🌸prisoner 002: hanasaki aimi🌸 #💔prisoner 003: ishizu shun 💔 #🌿prisoner 004: chiba naomi🌿 #🍓prisoner 005: sanada kei 🍓 #💎prisoner 006: yoshioka eiko💎 #🍬prisoner 007: yano asahi 🍬 #🎀prisoner 008: maruyama yurika 🎀 #🎸prisoner 009: kuroki riku 🎸 #🎭prisoner 010: himura reina🎭

[theforgottendaydreamer]

i don't get why people i eat with always need to point out how little i eat. relatives, friends, strangers when i order- everyone's like "are you on a diet?", "is that all you're having? for real?", "you basically didn't eat anything". like?? i'm aware, i'm trying, sometimes food doesn't feel good, sometimes it feels amazing, it depends. if i'm with others, no matter who, i feel like i can't eat much, if i'm alone i eat a lot. and you don't see me pointing out how much you stuff yourselves. learn to do the same.

#food cw #it's not a choice or whatever #food doesn't sit right sometimes and sometimes i simply can't bring myself to eat more #i have too many sensory issues and food triggers them all #the sound of people chewing- with a closed mouth too- or of silverware scraping against dishes makes my jaw hurt. just writing this does #and when people run their hands over tablecloths to remove crumbs or whatever triggers a shoulder tic i can't control #even just thinking about touching any type of fabric like it is making me feel bad #but for the sake of information i must #then the food has different textures each time. it's not even about the taste. it's the texture #and so on and so forth #so god help me if someone else brings up the ''issue'' again. i will use my fork to stab you. #oh i forgot and my tea reminded me of another issue #i am entomophobic and deadly scared of bugs crawling in my food and drinks #hence why i always check my food

[weepinglevi]

patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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[liibrii]

fem!Miya!reader x Suna Rintarou || mostly platonic || part of the Third Miya series

Synopsis: A glimpse into your friendship with Suna during your 1st year at Inarizaki High school.

Warnings: barely proofread, general stupidity, there's a serial killer joke, reader is a lil shit

wc: 1.6k

a/n: naming chapters is hard 😭 as always feedback is greatly appreciated and if you wanna be tagged in future chapters let me know!

Friendship with Suna is one of those where you can't quite remember how or when it started. One week he was just that lanky guy sitting at a desk to the right of you, the next week you walked home together and you told him your brothers' embarrassing childhood stories in exchange for chemistry homework. In a way it's an echo of all your childhood friendships forged on the beach with other kids you only knew for a week but during that week you'd take over the world for them if they asked. But the one week friendship with Suna became two weeks, three weeks, and after the fourth you stopped counting.

Suna Rintarou is a funny guy. Not funny as in telling jokes or spouting quips and smirks. He's funny in a way that even now you can't really tell who he is. He's quiet. But not shy in the slightest. He moved over from Aichi and you cringe at the memory of saying: “Oh so that's why ya talk funny. I thought yer just pretentious,“ when he told you. Your ears catch on fire by just thinking about it. So embarrassing. But he must have pretty low standards for his friends because at the time he didn't really seem bothered by your slip of the tongue. The next day he offered you a chuupet and that was enough to buy your undying loyalty.

Suna's a funny guy. You don't know how he became your friend, you don't know what he sees in you that makes him put up with you. But you're glad to have an inside man on the volleyball team.

Years of living together with the same person makes one develop the ability of sniffing out trouble before they even start to happen. In this case it's four empty pudding packages in the trash bin that make you decide to nope right out of there before Tsumu tries to blame you for their mysterious disappearance. Again.

You put on music and walk aimlessly through the streets, one of those walks where it doesn't matter if you get lost because you have no clue where you're headed anyway. Everyone needs a stroll like that from time to time. Often they lead to situations that would otherwise probably never happen. Like running into a serial killer, but luck is on your side today so the only person you run into is a familiar lanky figure stretching by the side of the road. “Sunarin! Didn't expect to meet ya here!“

He looks up and his blushed sweaty face wears the same expression as ever. In the last months you've learned Suna has two expressions, the deadpan one, and the deadpan one with furrowed brows. “O, Miya. Well, I live nearby.“ Oh right, you did pass the bus station where he exits just a song ago. “Taking a stroll, are you?“

“Samu and Tsumu are having a screamin' match right now so I decided to get myself out of there before they'd drag me into it.“

“Tragic. Where are you headed?“

Your destination is 'who cares' so you join Suna on a walk. It's good he already ran his evening route because you're not in the mood to reenact a wanna be healthy person's only free time activity.

Just a short walk between the apartment buildings by the side of the road you reach a path of cobble stones that leads further between trees.  

“What? You didn't know there's a park here?“ Suna smirks and you're surprised his face muscles are even capable of stretching so far.

You shake your head, slightly embarrassed. “No, I really didn't. To be fair this neighbourhood used to be ruled by another clan so we never played around here,“ you quickly add as if children clan wars from years ago are a better excuse than simply being unfamiliar with this part of the town.

Suna doesn't comment but the corners of his mouth keep tugging up even after you walk through the park. Or maybe that's because you tripped over nothing while watching a cat cross your path.

“We have a cat back home,“ he tells you and shows you the picture of his little sister with a big fluffy orange cat on her lap.

“So cute,“ you coo, “looks just like ya.“

“Oh yeah, lots of people say she looks just like me. I think I'm more handsome though.“

“No, I meant the cat.“

This time you're the one prepared to jump away form a well aimed kick but Suna only gives you a disappointed glare. “I thought you were the nice Miya.“

You sympathetically pat his shoulder. “Sorry. My sincere condolences. Shall I send some flowers for the funeral of yer last brain cell? Samu always wanted a cat but dad wouldn't let him.“

“Really? Why not?“

“Oh he made the mistake of asking just after the mango incident.“

“The-“

“Only Miyas are allowed to know about it,“ you say, snickering at Suna's furrowed brows. You know curiosity is going to eat at him for weeks to come. Maybe you should come up with a cover story, just in case. “Do ya miss yer friends? Ones from Aichi I mean?“

Suna thinks for a moment, maybe still trying to figure out what a mango incident could possibly be. “Sometimes,“ he says after a while and a poke to his side, “but I met a lot of new people at the dorms. Inarizaki isn't that bad either. There's you and Ginjima, and your brothers sometimes, and ehm,“ he mumbles as he tries to remember whom else he could call a friend.

“If Tsumu or Samu bring this topic up just let them know ya were my friend first,“ you pout. That's the problem with having had siblings in the same class for the entire grade and middle school; all your friends were also their friends. “It can't be easy,“ you say, half trying to make him feel better, and half just changing the topic that's starting to turn his ears red, “movin' over here I mean. Ya really left all ya knew behind for volleyball. That's pretty admirable. Ya just might be as crazy as Samu and Tsumu.“

“Please don't compare me to your brothers,“ says Suna.

“That bad, eh? So what's it like? Livin' in a dorm?“

“Oh. Well. We're four in a room-“

“Yikes. And I thought havin' two other people in your room is a lot.“

Suna laughs. Oh, so he can do that. It suits him, you decide after a moment. “Now take into account that two of those keep leaving dirty socks around.“

“Oh I know what that's like,“ you nod, all too familiar with dirty socks under table, under bed and other parts of bed you'd rather not think about.

“I doubt you'd get in trouble for punching them though.“

“Oh I would.“ You look him over. “Ya don't really look like a punchin' type to me. More a very petty guy. Soy sauce in mornin' tea kind of guy.“

“You're giving me ideas.“

“Thanks, that will be one kit-kat. Or none if ya put some in Samu's water bottle.“

“All in all dorm isn't that bad,“ Suna tells you once you both stop laughing over the prospect of putting soy sauce into Osamu's drink. “Wish I could sleep a bit longer in the morning but what can you do? And I miss mom's cooking. We cook ourselves and the food is good. Usually. It's just not the same, you know? Want a chuupet?“

“Ya brought a chuupet to an evenin' run?“

You still gladly take the fruit stick. It's a rare occasion in which it isn't in danger of being snatched away by one of your co-spawns. You don't comment but the next day a neatly wrapped bento box waits on Suna's table.

Suna doesn't quite remember when you became friends. One day you were a girl from his class that looked suspiciously similar to those loud Twins on the volleyball team (the moment he realised your last name is in fact Miya too he felt incredibly stupid for not noticing sooner), the next day you're hanging with him during breaks and sending him messages along the lines of 'I'll buy you as many chuupets as ya want if ya tell me what happened at practice yesterday, I need to let Tsumu know who's the boss' that usually arrive in the middle of the night. Even if they wake him up your name popping on his screen still makes him smile.

Really it takes impossibly long for Suna to realise he doesn't enjoy being in your presence only because being friends with you is as easy as getting the ball around a block or because you're the one Miya to voluntarily share your food with him.

The moment the cogs finally fell in their place and began to spin, making the little 'there might be something more' thought appear is one he'll remember for the rest of his life, and will quite probably haunt his nightmares too.

That's the thing about emotions (truly the revelations of that day are almost too much for his volleyball focused teenage brain), they take over neurones in charge of sending information around the brain, bribing the ones running toward mouth to run faster than the ones heading towards the comprehension centre, and then you find yourself in awkward situations such as saying your name out loud in the packed locker room followed by: “She's really funny and amazing. I like her a lot.“

But the situation being awkward is the least of Suna's problems as two pairs of almost identical brown eyes stare him down.

Oh, shit.

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[kissy-kobos-garden]

plot: y/n carries Kobo to the bedroom after falling asleep on the couch.

genre: fluff, romance with a touch of comedy? idk ;w;

word count: 1,549

a/n: congratulations to our winner for the one-shot category of your giveaway! i hope you're gonna like this one, chloe!

what other way to best celebrate the end of the week? of course, a good 'ol movie night was one of the best ways to celebrate, especially if it was with your lover.

a coffee table filled with an array of dishes that you both whipped up from scratch, a couch filled with pillows and blankets, and lastly, a tv screen showing the new movie that you guys have been planning on watching.

"oppa, how many movies are we gonna watch tonight?" you ask while munching on the cheese katsu kobo cooked. "it depends... since someone might fall asleep while watching."

the recognizable teasing lilt of his voice had you scoffing, already known for a fact that it would be him who's going to fall asleep first. "you sure you're not talking about yourself, bub?"

a hearty laugh slips past his lips as he sways his body towards your side, slightly bumping onto you. "there's no one else in this room, baby." he whispers with eyes boring right into yours thus resulting in your cheeks heating up, and you pushing him away before placing the whole katsu in your mouth. "shut up."

"c'mon, we both know it's you who'd fall asleep first." he states as a matter of fact while taking a piece of tissue in his hand, hand going up to your chin to have you face him. "aigoo, my yeobo sure is still an aegi," he adds in and proceeds to wipe your mouth.

you watch him focus on your lips and was about to speak up when he decides to place a kiss on the corner of your lips. "ah!"

he chuckles before transferring his attention back to the food in front of him. "eat up, it's nice seeing you all full and cheeks round."

"why do you even like seeing my cheeks so round?"

if there was one thing kobo would love to play with or even nibble on... it was your cheeks. "it's adorable!" he beams before giving you a side glance. "and besides, your smile's really cute you know."

no matter how long you've guys have been together, he never fails to catch you off-guard. "here, eat up." you quickly divert the subject by quickly placing a piece of cheese katsu on his bowl.

a swift pinch on your cheek, kobo didn't think twice and proceeds to enjoy his meal. it stayed like this for quite some time until the two of you finished up your meals.

"i'll do the dishes," you say while pilling up all the plates and bowls. "no, no. i can't let you do it alone-"

you shake your head with a smile before squatting down to meet his eyes, "you've worked hard enough today, just sit back and relax alright? i've got this and besides, i need to take a quick shower."

sighing in defeat, kobo nods his head and leans in to give you a peck on the lips. "i love you," he says without looking away from you. "i love you too."

you bring all of the bowls, plates, and cups to the sink and begin washing all of them. from time to time, you'd look towards the living room to see what kobo was doing and one thing's for sure, you can see sleep finally dancing its way to his lids.

kobo has always been the type to deny that he isn't sleepy and that he's not tired but you know him too well. quickly drying up everything, you place them back to your cupboards and plate rack.

one last look at your beau, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him hugging ppippi while watching intently on the screen - frozen 2 was playing and he would casually sing along with elsa.

"don't fall asleep while i'm away, baby~" you coo as you stop by the couch, only to earn a furrowed brow from him. "i'm not a baby!"

raising a brow in response, you cock your head to the side - acting all confused and innocent. "then what are you?"

"i'm a manly man, of course!" he confidently beams, puffing up his chest with a cheeky grin.

it was fun teasing kobo sometimes since you'd always get a reaction from him. "whatever floats your boat, baby, just make sure you don't fall asleep okay?"

he jokingly rolls his eyes before giving you a small "okay" before returning his attention back to olaf.

you go to your shared bathroom and proceed in having that hot shower you deserve. it was as if all of the stress and tiredness was washed off along with the suds. it doesn't really take you long to take a shower but staying for a couple more minutes than your usual shower time wouldn't hurt.

putting on kobo's mickey mouse pajamas, you let out a satisfied sigh before making your way back to the living room - only to be greeted by a sleeping kobo.

he's all curled up on the couch with ppippi in his arms and dambee by his head also all curled up. the sight was definitely something you'd be happy to see for the rest of your life but the thought of how to carry kobo to the bed is the only thing you can think of right now.

"how in the world can i transfer him from here," you pause... turning your head towards the bedroom to see how far you have to drag him. "to there?"

kobo... is definitely bigger than you and you know you'd be a clown if you deny it. gently putting ppippi away, you wave a hand right in front of his face to see if he'd react. there were no signs of him waking up anytime soon so you gently wrap his arms around your neck and your arms around his upper torso.

"i know you're gonna wake up but..." you whisper before pulling him off the couch, making sure his legs doesn't drop way too hard. stopping on your tracks to see if he's waking up, you heave out a sigh of relief when he continues to snore away with his lips slightly ajar, drool already forming on the corner of his mouth.

widening your base of support, you slowly make your way to the bedroom. arms already becoming sore, and your body slowly bending backward due to the weight of his body.

but all is well since you're just simply carrying his upper torso and letting his lower body get dragged on the floor... right?

you grit your teeth and let out a curse as you feel beads of sweat forming on your temples, "damn you and your beautiful, muscular body."

the distance between the living room and the bedroom was finally shortened. a couple more steps and dragging of your lover's body on the floor, you've finally got in your shared bedroom.

however, thanks to you and your clumsiness, you trip on your own feet and have the both of you flying to your bed. a loud "oomf-" slips past your lips as kobo's body gets all pressed upon yours.

the sound of him groaning had you whipping your head towards him, only to see his half-lidded eyes searching for yours. "ugh, what happened?"

"i carried you all over here but... oppa, c-can you get off of me for a sec?"

kobo looks down at your position and hurriedly gets off of you while muttering a couple of sorry's and are you okay's. finally, it's as if your soul left your body, you sink in on the mattress before letting your eyelids flutter shut.

"w-was i too heavy?" he innocently and worriedly asks while getting in bed with you. "what do you think, big boy?" you retaliate without looking at him as you try to catch your breath.

you'd be lying if carrying him all the way from the living room to the bedroom didn't drain the life out of you. it felt like a week's worth of working out!

the sound of the shuffling duvet had you looking up, only to see kobo positioning himself on your side with arms all ready to lift you up bridal style.

before you could even let out a protest, he effortlessly lifts you up - nothing compared to how you carried him- and positions you on your side of the bed.

"i'm sorry for having you carry me all the way here, [y/n]," he says as he snuggles close to you. "but you could just wake me up and tell me to bring myself here."

you nod your head before turning your body towards him, grabbing his arm and turning it into an arm pillow. "i didn't want to wake you up since i know you're tired but yeah..."

kobo hums and pulls you closer to him, an arm finding its way to your waist. "i don't mind but thanks for carrying all the way here, [y/n]." he waits for your response and runs his slender fingers through your locks, pressing his cheeks on top of your head.

quite some time passed and all he can hear from you was your soft breathing. a chuckle erupts from his chest as he slightly pulls away, only to see you fast asleep in his arms.

"good night, [y/n]."

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[dumbass-mha-simp]

Hawks x Reader: Bad Idea

Another self indulgent Hawks fic that I've literally had in my notes for months. He lives in my head rent free along with my other 22 fake boyfriend's because I'm ✨mentally unstable.✨ It is a song fic tho, Bad Idea ft. Shiloh Dynasty https://youtu.be/kH9hJnT7KkE

Tw: food, depression, Hawks is honestly just feeling it bro- same dude,

Word count: almost 2k? I think

Requests are open! Honestly I'm probably terrible but the only things I can think to write are those imaginary situations I put myself in

(Y/L/N)- your last name

(Y/N)- your name

Thoughts or emphasized talk are in italics

Also idk why but I imagine he removes his feathers to shower since they probably need different cleaning conditions and also they just seem like a hassle in showers.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Here he was, the number two prohero. Everyone assumed his life was perfect, anything he wanted served on a gold platter. He felt the guilt creep up into him.

I should be thankful. The thoughts ate away at his mind in the rare seconds he got alone. You shouldn't be so selfish. So annoying. So insufferable.

Takami pushed these thoughts back. "No one needs to know how you think, Keigo." He whispers out to himself in his office.

He scrawled at paper work, trying to not let the self depreciating thoughts feast away on his mind. Unfortunately for him, different thoughts came up.

His best friend, Rumi had this friend. (Y/L/N). Smart, attractive, sometimes a little rough around the edges, but amazing. He found his mind wandering to them all too often.

They were mostly unknown, despite their insanely strong quirk. They preferred to stay out of the lime-light, through that irritable exterior sat overwhelming anxiety and shyness. But they always denied it.

He stopped himself as he realized he's spent 10 minutes only thinking of them, a friend. Yeah right.

He lazily walked out of the office waving to all his employees as he made his way outside. His eyes slowly dragged to the darkly faded blue sky, dusted in clouds. Cold, tired, aching. Just how he felt.

He took a slow brisk flight to his house, feeling the wind bash his face and the air flow through his feathers. He gently placed a foot on the metal railing of his balcony, taking a deep step to the ground and opening the door.

The emptiness rung through his apartment like a blaring siren. You have everything. How can you still want more?

The voices in his head screamed and clawed their way out. You're nobody. No one ever loved you. You're so alone. You're nothing but a tool to the commission. You're actual character is useless.

He shed his coat, boots, and pants. Looking to himself in the mirror as he removed most of his feathers. He looked exhausted as he stumbled into the shower, numbly.

The next ten minutes seemed to elude him when he wondered how much time has gone by of him staring at the shower wall blankly.

He dried off a bit then looked around his kitchen for something to eat. Have I eaten today? The buzz and light of his phone on the counter startled him.

"Hey, Hawks." A single, simple message from (Y/L/N). Okay don't panic.

"What's up?" He replied swiftly.

"I had this feeling something was wrong and wanted to check up on you."

"Why would you think that?" He tried to play it off like it wasn't true without actually lying.

"I'm not sure. Do you maybe wanna join me?" You asked.

"Where?"

"Well, every once in awhile when I need a break I go and stargaze with a night picnic. It helps me relax, and if you think it might help I'd want to. I can tell something's off." You were always so convincing. It felt like you weren't too nosy or snoopy but you understood.

"Text me where to be and when?" He let out a gentle smile at his phone.

"The dollar store on 4th in 10 minutes? So we can choose some snacks together?"

"I'll be there."

Did Takami think any problems where going to be solved with some food in the dark? No. But would he skip the opportunity to be with you, to find out how he really felt when it was just you two? Absolutely not.

He landed down on the broken pavement outside of the old dollar store, scanning around to see you.

"Boo!" A bump from behind had him flinching to see the sound as you stood behind him giggling. "Got ya."

"Very funny (Y/L/N) the most amazing trick yet." He rolled his eyes with a slight smile.

"C'mon let's go grab a bunch of terrible snacks and call it a picnic, bird brain."

You two walked into the store and walked a large circle around it, choosing chips and candy and drinks at your leisure. Once you got to the counter, he fights you to his wallet.

"It's my picnic."

"And I'm the very special guest who was so generously invited. I'm paying." He grins as you pout at him.

Grabbing the bags you placed them in the back seat as you offered passenger side to him.

"I don't like cars."

"Why not?"

"Cramps my wings."

You look at him with the biggest puppy eyes you can manage. "You already agreed to keep me company and pay for the snacks, let me do something for you?"

"Fine, but only cause you're pouting kid."

He gently sits in your passenger seat as you strap yourself in and turn the car on. The car hums and the music playing softly on the radio are the only things heard. The peace feeling too good to break.

Once you pull your car up into the parking lot of a small park and grab your bags, you begin leading him to your usual place.

"Hold these." You hand him the bags as you jump and climb up on top of a big metal container. You peer over the side with big eyes and a smile as you say to him, "now hand me the bags and do what I did!"

He looks at you with a wide smirk before simply flying up to join you. "Or you can do it the cheater's way." You pouted and bumped his shoulder.

"It's not cheating, it's using my resources." He says with a triumphant smirk.

"Your cheating resources." You pull out your gummy candies and started eating as you leaned back till you were laying down.

"Do you like the stars, Hawks?" You say like your sleep talking, staring into the night sky.

"Keigo." He shifts to lay down about a foot away from you. "You can call me, Keigo. And... I don't think I've ever taken time to look at the stars."

"No sneaking out away from parents to sit on vans and stargaze? Or watching the sunrise with a partner while eating fast food?"

"What kinda date is sitting in a car for hours staring at the sky and eating?" He laughs.

"Ah one that never really happened, he just said he would. But never mind that repressed shit." A sad laugh forces itself out as you stare between the stars.

"Was he cute?" He tried to sound funny but it came out more sympathetic.

"Sometimes," you laugh with him. "But he had really nice hands."

"Hands? That's an odd thing to find attractive." He turned his head over to look at you as your eyes seemed to burn holes in the dark milky blue sky.

He continued laughing with you about this guy but couldn't help an overwhelming feeling of jealousy. Who was he? Did he look anything like him? Was this recent?

"Keigo?" A voice snapped at his train or thought, "Yes, (Y/L/N)?" He replied rushed.

"Do you want your mini cookies?" You ask looking to him with the bag.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks." He mentions grabbing the bag from your finger tips.

He ate his cookies and thought as you seemed either lost in your head, or lost in the stars.

Loving you would be selfish. As such a high ranking hero, he's made a target for himself and anyone around him. He's broken down, can't feel. You obviously have other people on your mind. Someone like you wouldn't be single long.

"When did he leave?" He blurts out without thinking. Maybe it's a sore subject-

"Long ago." You look lost, your eyes searching and wandering but never grabbing hold of exactly where you should be. "Why?" Well I guess if I'm gonna start prying might as well go all the way.

"He thought that maybe he could love me. But now that's just ridiculous," you laugh coldly. "Who would love me?"

"Falling in love with you seems like a really bad idea. But not on your part." He whispers into the wind, hoping it'll carry his words away from you.

"What do you mean?" You look completely confused, almost scattered.

"You're quiet, and I'm someone who puts a spotlight on practically anyone around me. You'd constantly be put in danger. Plus I'm arrogant and cocky, nothing at all like you." He acted like he could see the stars as you could. He stared into them finding any way he could to avoid your eyes.

"You could get hurt or I could annoy you." He whispers.

"I had no idea you felt that way, Keigo." You whisper back, shock keeping your voice quiet.

His eyes burned holes into the night sky, he felt he shouldn't look at you. The mental image of you already wouldn't go away.

"You wanna know something, Keigo? I can read people like books, I can read stars like stories, and I can read in-between lines like they were in bold font. But, you always catch me off guard. Reading you is like a mystery novel. Sometimes intense, sometimes peaceful, but always keeping me wondering." You smile into the stars, you can tell he desperately doesn't want to see your eyes. "You're always leaving everyone on the edge of their seat, and when you leave you can't stop thinking of the next time you'll come. What you'll bring."

"I....I don't think I understand (Y/L/N)-" Keigo's soon cut off.

"(Y/N)"

"Well, (Y/N)- I don't think I understand." He tries to sit up and look at you.

"You catch me off guard, something about you speaks to me in ways I know you never actually would. I can see it, the way you stumble or hesitate. I can tell somethings scared you into silence." You've never had much chance to talk about the ways you analyze people, you wanted to tell him how you could tell the way he acted wasn't always good.

"I think you might be reading too much into this, kid." He tries to intervene.

"I get if you don't want to tell me." You stared up at the stars, waiting for him to do the same. "You see there?" You pointed to a star. "That's a constellation."

"They just look like stars." He seemed a bit disappointed that he couldn't see stars the way you did, with such knowledge and wonder in your eyes.

"That's cause they are," you giggled to him, "it's not like I can actually see the pictures either."

"You.. you can't?" He looked to you confused but slightly hopeful, how could they look at them but not see too?

"That's the whole point, Keigo. It's being able to see what's not really there. Sometimes I stare into the sky hoping to see any semblance of hope, but that's not how it is. You have to teach yourself to look at what could be there." He stared to you, a small content smile graced your face. You were beautiful.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Maybe, loving you isn't such a bad idea.." he looked remorseful, staring into the stars. Maybe he could see it too one day.

"What do you mean?" You glace to him.

"You see so much, you can read and see the things I want to see. I want to learn, (Y/N). I want to see how you do."

The smile on your face spread.

"I'd love to show you."

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[writersperpetualblock]

Breakfasts in a broken home.

A/N; Cuz I’ve got a major crush on older men. This was originally written as a Jeffrey Dean Morgan × Reader thing but halfway through I changed my mind to my very neglected baby Chris Evans of whom I never write anything. So here is.

Summary; How much can a broken marriage hold when there is nothing left to hold on to? You can try to ignore it, you can try to run from it. But the truth will always catch up to you.

Warnings: Sensitive topics such as depression, malnutrition and divorce.

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Reader PoV.

Waking up was hard, the air felt chilly even when the sun was already high up in the sky. A soft sigh escaped me as I turn around, half expecting my husband to be lay sleeping by my side. Half expecting him to be on the other side of the country, working.

Not surprisingly enough I find the second one to be the truth. Neither confusion nor disappointment drowned me anymore, now it felt more like a huge wave of empty crashed inside me. Just last night he had gone to sleep on this bed, craddling me in his arms, even after our heated fight. I closed my eyes, and without warning a tear escapes me. I knew what I was getting into when I married him, I knew he'd always be trapped in tons of work and have important things to take care of all the time. It was just sad that I wasn't one of those things anymore.

I could not gather the strength to get out of bed. I simply couldn’t. Not today. Not without my Chris.

Someone slowly knocked on the door. I was quick to wipe the tears from my eyes, hoping anyone would come through the door but my son.

“Come in” A skinny girl pushes the door open and enters the room head down. I was never a fan of having maids, but Chris insisted he wanted to give me the best care whenever he was away. And after a while of what would have been very lonely weeks at a time, I came to appreciate their company.

“Joan” I acknowledge the girl just a few years younger than me and with a baby boy near my owns age. She carried a tray in her hands and much to my dismay I sat up and instructed her to leave it on the night stand. She did so and gave me a small but bright smile.

“Mrs Evans, the kids asked earlier if they could go to the town’s annual fair that's taking place in a few hours. Of course Matteo wished to come ask you himself but I told him you were still asleep“ her brown eyes scan me, as if trying to decide what my reaction is going to be.

“I don’t see why not.” I try to give her a smile “Thanks Joan, you may take them yourself. I'll give you some money for the boys. Buy icecream, cotton candy or whatever they want and bring them back for dinner, all right?”

She nodded and walked out of the room with a smile. Then her head popped at the door again. “I will get them ready now and I'll tell Mateo to come say hi before he leaves.” She trailed off, seemingly unsure of her next words “He has not seen you out of bed in days Y/n.”

My eyebrows rise at that, and she closes the door behind her. Can't be mad when she's telling the truth, but the reprimand isn't exactly appreciated.

Taking one look to my breakfast I sigh, I didn’t feel much like eating today. But with Joan's words pounding in my head, I knew I needed some strength. If not for me for my son. But before anything else I reached for my phone to send out a single text.

: Where did you go?

As I awaited a response I slowly got out of bed and heade to the bathroom between dizzy steps, trying to recall the last time I had more than a granola bar and chocolate to eat. Not being surprised by the fact that I didn’t even remember. While brushing my teeth I managed to avoid a glance at the person on the mirror. Not wishing to see her swollen cheeks, or the dark circles under her eyes or her mistreated skin. After a layer of particularly pink lotion to my face and a cold water rinse I felt a tad more awake, trying not to sprint inside the bedroom at the first ring of my phone. No, instead I took my time drying my face and putting some handcream on. Finally heading out of the bathroom and straight torwards the phone.

Chris♡: They called me in to retake some scenes. Will be home by night.

Of course. The phone found itself being dropped back in the bed rather harshly. Like we didn’t have a marriage emergency going on.

I almost chuckle, marriage emergency… what kind of selfish bitch was living within me. It was his work, mostly what gave me and my son the spectacular roof over our heads and brought food on the table since I pretty much quit my job. I shouldn’t expect it to be less important. It’s not like his family was at stake here.

Suddenly shutting my senses to my thoughts I attempt to shake them off my head. But I can’t. All I do is contradict myself, all there is is a never ending inner fight with myself and it was making me lost. I had a son to look after. I needed to be more supportive of my husband. Of myself when it came to that. But I felt mentally and physically exhausted. And it needed to stop. Start with your breath...

When I consider that I have collected myself enough to pick at my breakfast and turn around there is an expectant little figure by the door. And I feel the wind knocked out of my stomach.

I gave him a small smile. “Hey baby” he quickly runs up to me and my body crouches on instinct, lifting him from the floor and squeezing him into my arms. I breath in the scent of his blonde waves. For a moment, all of my inner fight had dissipated. All of the struggle forgotten for a second and there is a smile on my lips. A true smile.

“Good afternoon momma” he wraps his short arms around my neck. My nose itches and for a second I think I may cry.

“oh I love you baby” I reply, sitting him on the bed. The pain on my lower back not going unnoticed as I do so, but I have mastered the art of acting and sit next to my son.

“Adrian is still getting ready momma, can we watch tv?” he looks up at me, baby blue eyes sparkling, just like his father’s do. "Mhmm" is all I get out. Could my own kid look less like me? It's as if Chris made him solo and I simply carried and gave birth to his offspring that had nothing to do with me.... maybe the nose.

We sat back on the bed. Matteo watching a cartoon, and me trying to eat my food like a little girl being watched eat, almost obligated. With a sigh I take a spoonful of oatmeal to my mouth. It wasn’t bad really, warm and creamy. I eat half of the plate and share a cookie with my son. We both lean back on the bed, Matteo with his small body against my side. I took a second to enjoy it but it didn't last. Joan knocked on the half open door, her son by the hand. "We are ready to go!"

Matteo smiled widely and jumped off the bed, sprinting towards them but stopping in his tracks and heading back to me. I giggled as he left a loud kiss on my cheek and then ran again to his friend. I instruct Joan where to find some money and she smiles, thankful. When their steos are out of earshot I turn the tv off and fill the bathtub with hot water. Deciding to make myself useful or something on this day.

It had been sometime since I'd last taken a nice bath. It was really cold outside so normally a quick shower would suffice, and I'm sure it was more than a day ago since the last one. Yes, I should be ashamed, but I didn't care too much. It's not like I was doing anything too exciting inside these many, many walls.

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Answering the 14th call of the hour a hand runs through my hair as I sit down on the small bed of the trailer.

"Hey Chris, what's up?" There's a tone of worry that I recognize.

My head starts spinning with possible answers, but I shake my thoughts away. "I'm fine, it's just Y/n."

"Oh, is she doing okay?"

"Not really." there's a pause as he gives me time to get my thoughts together "She isn't getting out of bed. She barely eats, she doesn't spend time with our son... I feel like it's my fault, because I'm always away and I've neglected her so."

"Hey I don't think it's that, she knows you need to be away Chris, I'm sure she understands that even if it's hard. And she can take care of herself."

"Yes I know she understands, but, just last night we had a fight. It was the first time I'd been home for weeks and she fights with me."

"You guys have a son that's 3, just couse she understands I don't think it's any easier on her, so you gotta give her some credit."

"I'm worried that she doesn't pay attention to him, what if he thinks it's because of him? I don't know how she might treat him when I'm not there."

"Chris! you know better than anyone else how much she loves Matteo. I couldn't possibly think of her as much as putting her hands on him, much less being mean."

"I know... I just worry, and all kinds of things just come up in my mind."

"Well you need to home more man, if you don't even know how things go in your house maybe it's time you quit."

"What? Scott I signed a contract, I can't just" my back hits the bed with a loud creak and I shut my eyes.

"Break it, I'm not saying it's forever. But you both have a lot of money. It could probably sustain you guys for a lot more years. Your wife needs you brother, and so does your son."

"I can't just..."

"Chris this is your freaking family!"

"I know dammit I KNOW!" Inevitably hot tears fill my eyes and I have to wipe them with the back of my hand.

"What are you so afraid of?" Scott asks and it makes tears to well up again.

A shocked sob came out with the next words "That she's gonna want to leave."

"Chris, Y/n loves you more than a human being can love. You can go and fix your marriage now, or you can keep working until the amazing woman that sits at your home sinks into a bottomless depression that drowns her and your son with her."

My brother's words hit me. I knew it was getting bad, but I was too scared to deal. It was easier being away and pretending I had a happy marriage at home waiting for me every time. But reality was creeping in more and more, I noticed that yesterday.

"What did you guys fight about yesterday?"

"Uh.., my drinking."

"Chris... you're not abusing it are you?"

"No I'm not, I just, had a few glasses because I was finally home. After weeks, and she got mad, said Matteo shouldn't have to see me like that, and I got mad because I really wasn't drunk," My head hurts at the memory of it "it got heated... fast, and I threw a glass against the floor and she got scared and I just... I feel like she sees me like stranger Scott."

"I would see you as a stranger if you were never home and on top of that started acting up when you were. I think you guys should take sometime off, talk things and maybe go to couple's therapy or some shit, I don't know. But you two have a kid, spend some time with him, don't fuck him up just because the two of you have problems. The jobs not worth it, the money's not worth it, at the end of the day, nothing is worth more than your family."

"I fucking hate when you get all deep with me" I chuckle, sitting up and resting my fforehead in one hand.

"That's only because I'm right." my brother laughs too.

"How about you? Are you guys doing alright?"

"Don't worry bout us, we're still on the honeymoon phase"

We both laugh and say our goodbyes, having my brother pep talk me. I knew I had to get my family back, even if I hadn't really lost them, yet. But I needed the incentive to do so.

Reader

The baths I prepare are pretty damn good, dare I say so myself. Laying back on the water, taking a few deep breathes. It does wonders. And suddenly an idea pops in my head.

When I was somewhere around 18 I struggled with depression for years. And one of the things that helped me through that was to write down how I felt, how I wished to feel and how I could improve my situation. It was how I took writing as one of my hobbies.

So I started typing away on my phone.

I know I am not as pretty as I used to be.

I never was too perfect, or perfect at all.

And I'm conscious that my body might not look desirable anymore.

Maybe, I never deserved your love.

Or maybe it was you who didn't deserve mine.

But we made it through the hate,

we had something so beautiful.

We made life.

And I wish things could go back to being so beautiful.

But I would still love you if you decided that I'm not enough for you anymore.

I will accept anything.

All I know for sure is just that this can't keep on like this.

We deserve to be happy.

I deserve to be happy.

For the good of the life that we created,

for the good of our son,

we must get better

wether that is apart or together.

"I had forgotten how much I suck at this." I laughed at myself, but that was fine, because it got the message across. I think.

I hope.

Divorce wasn't something new to cross my mind. I just never thought I would want to discuss it, not so seriously. My parents were divorced, and my mom and I did fairly good. My dad did great on the other hand.. It wasn't that I was scared of it really, because I considered myself capable enough.

My only fear was that I would never move on from Chris, I loved him still. I have loved him since our first kiss. But sometimes it felt as if I barely knew the person that I loved anymore. My heart was still clinging to his, but my mind could not be any more distant right now.

If I really wanted to save our marriage I had to act now. But I couldn't do it alone, and that was exactly how I felt that I was.

The water went cold, and I stood up grabbing the nearest towel. Stepping out of the bath I bent down to unclog it, and when I stood back up my ears rang.

I held onto the wall for a second, and it only got worse. The room obscuring and spinning at the same time. I am not sure if I slipped or if I fainted, but I could surely say there was a bit of blood running down my forehead.

And when I finally came back to it, I was already on an ambulence.

"Ma'am. Mr. Evans is on his way, you're okay."

My eyes went to the back of my head, it felt as if I'd been on a damn carousel for hours. What the hell was happening to me?

There was a distant voice asking me things, and all I could reply was dizzy and nauseous several times.

I fucked up, who was going to take care of Matteo. I couldn't take care of him in a hospital. He needed me by his side.

"You should have taken better care of yourself."

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[shinkookiefanfiction]

SHE'S MY NOONA

Chapter 15

Jungkook's p.o.v

She was so persistent to leave that she ran outside almost knocking herself on the wall "Min ah ssi." I tried calling her but she never turned back.

"Wae?, i was only joking to her." I smiled to myself "it's interesting so she is my new neighbour." I chuckled nervously after sharing a bed with noona."I guess fate can't be undecided." I said to myself as i went to get my shower. End of p.o.v

Later

Shin min ah was suprised and shocked. She only wanted a normal life and now she was about to leave when everything kept being complicated.

She was prepared to leave but couldn't handle that Jungkook was his new neighbour she wondered what if she ran to him on her way outside hence she waited for him to leave first.

"Did he leave?" She kept peeping through the hole "i can't believe i was under the sheets with him...wasn't he innocent? Aniyo " She thought leaning at her door.

At the company In the living room

The boys met asking each other about their nights and sleep and decided to revise the song. Jungkook who was still caught off guard smiling at himself more often.

"Yah Jungkook you seem to be in a good mood what happened? Did you get paid or something?" Jimin and Tae noticed.

"Aniyo, just got a new neighbour." He cried to himself " it seems you are already moving on." Jin cried sarcastically.

"Guys lets just get on with our business." RM cried after pausing from his rapping.

Min ah's p.o.v

I finally managed to get to manager Park but unfortunately he was with the boys. I had to get away...but why would i leave it's not like we really slept together.

Even before i managed to pull myself together Jennie came and dragged me out of no where "Yah who do you think you are not to come at work! Did you think you can keep this job forever i can really fire you!" She cried

Aish! I really hated her noise and character. Fine i should just show her my real colors. "Arasso, just do it make it easier for me cause this is what you want." I cried at her as she got mad.

"Hell yes i'm a super star, you can't look down on me so watch your mouth!" She cried as she started to attack me. I didn't want to cause trouble but i did not thinking it through.

Later

I was in trouble the manager and his boys were able to stop us. It wasn't fare she started the fight but i was to be blamed. That's right the rich and powerful will always have their way. I was sitted infront of my other manager who scolded me for doing that to a public figure.

"What would you do Min ah if she got hurt would you compensate the company?" He cried at me while i was the one who got hurt. They only cared for the princess just because she was worth it.

"Yah lets simply do this..i really pity you but i have no choice but to fire you...you are lucky Jennie forgave you." I was fired even before i collected my resignation.

"Kumaoh" i bowed to show my respect, I wanted this but it hurt. I walked along the corridor looking for manager Park wanting to leave that place.

Soon

I saw him walking around and stoped him "manager Park, thank you for your help but i wanted to return the house." I said to him as he looked confused and worried.

"Wae? Is it bad? Should i find.." i cut him off still feeling a little terrible giving the house away and having no place to go. "I appreciate the house is nice but due to some reasons..i..mean i got a place to stay." I cried smiling to him.

"Really ooh i thougt you could have lived there but you..know what? it's okay" he took the keys."Kumaoh manager Park you have been a great help to our family, i wish you well." I bowed as i was leaving.

I walked down the hall leading to the exit when somebody tightly grabbed my hand pushing me aside at the corner. It was him again Jungkook he looked angry.

"Yah leave my arm your hurting it." I cried trying to escape from his grasp but he was too strong. " Yah! Jungkook what's wrong with you now days you are acting weird." I cried

"Were you trying to leave again because of me?" He cried with his anger "are you that embarrassed or is this how you solve your problems?" He continued.

I just quietly stood there speachless "thats right i'm embarrassed how can i face myself after having stayed with you..you said you don't know me and yet i decided to consider you a stranger now i slept with that stranger ...how can i not be ashamed?" I cried forcing out all the pain i got today.

I could hear a chuckle escaping his lips..how can he laugh at a situation like this? "Did you also think i enjoyed having it with you?" He wasn't indeed the Jungkook i knew so i turned to leave.

"Arasso leave go have fun...i don't know where you'll go but just imagine me telling all my Army that a drunkard woman entered my room and took away my innocence." I heard him cry "ka! It's your fault any way you even stole ny first kiss." He cried.

Making me turn to what he said "you..you don't have evidence! How sure will they be?i didn't even touch you yesterday" I cried. " I'm famous and my apartment is attached with security cameras so." He smirked at me knowing that i lost against him.

"Why are doing this? Is this revenge for not fulfilling the promise? Mianhaeyo i couldn't " I cried as his reaction changed into a suprised one.

"Did you really think through? I'm over it already why would i keep my grudge all that year? I'm big now those times were just some memories." He said to me as i felt a bit disappointed.

"Then why are you really threatening me?" I asked as he made his way closer to me "cause i don't trust you..you know alot about us and mostly me." He said gently pointing at himself "so what are you going to kill me or something?" "Aniyo i want you to still take the job here and move back." He cried making me laugh.

"Wae wae are you laughing?" He glared at me " hey what are you to make me work here despite i'm already fired." I cried trying to make an excuse.

He then took me back to manager Park "Sunbae Min ah is very good at taking private pictures videos since you are looking for one, she's capable." He cried as his hyung stared at him.

"Really? Does Min ah really want this job? And is true you really take pictures?" The manager asked me as i wondered how he knew i took pictures but it was all a hobby.

I wanted to deny but i could see him about to tell the manager " it's true i really know how to take pictures and shoot videos?" I cried nervously.

"It's true Min ah is really good, i remember seeing her pictures...really at a good angle and very beautifully." Tae supported trying to convince the manager by showing him the pics.

" wow she's good how many talents does our Min ah have." Jin and Namjoon hugged me as i felt nervously

"You should really employ her she may cook for us sometimes." Suga cried from the corner as he slept on his couch.

"Well...since you boys suggested I'll give her a chance so i hope you don't fight with them." They all laughed as manager Park left leaving me with the boys in the dance practice room.

Now everything was awkward i was in a room full of handsome idols. That's when J hope, Taehyung and Rapmonster joined me making me feel comfortable.

Meanwhile

Jin followed Jungkook happily " i know why you brought her here." He smiled at him "arasso now you look happy since i brought her." Jungkook cried.

" aniyo i'm just happy you realised i was right and you were wrong." Jin cried hitting Jungkook and running off. " yah!!" Jungkook for once started chasing Jin.

Jungkook's p.o.v

Later the manager directed us to strike a few poses for the camera so we started taking turns. I sat under the tree with Jimin hyung and J hope as we watched our new photographer take photo and sometimes be corrected and correcting our hyungs what to do.

She looked really pretty taking pictures as she smiled. " yah Jungkook i think i get now why you like her." I realised Jimin who was also busy staring long at her.

"Yah don't give her those google eyes she won't fall for you!" I cried " she doesn't like you too atleast i'm cute." He cried making me mad. " Hey i'm handsome the golden maknae." I cried " but i thought you got over her." Jimin laughed leaving the area for his turn."Hey don't let Jimin get to your head he's just messing with you." J hope said busy with his earphones "i know." I cried

"By the way why did you bring her back and say she can take pictures as the job is it because it's your hobby?" J hope became curious as he spoke to me " i couldn't let her leave and live on streets so i decided to play bad inorder to get her come back." I spoke " whenever noona takes pictures she's always lost in her world.

"Is that why you became more interested in her ." J hope asked " aniyo." I cried as he smiled at me when it was my turn to pose for the camera.

There i was standing in front of her as her smile faded to a frown. I didn't like the look on her face i just wished to run but i couldn't so i took a breath and posed for the camera as she tried to correct me not wanting to come close to me but she managed as she put me at the right angle.

"This is your ugly angle." She muttered as she went to work on her camera "now smile!" She fake smiled infront of everyone.

Later

Shin min ah's p.o.v

It was lunch time as i continued to work on the pictures which they turned out to be perfect their smiles were all awesome especially Kookie that bastard...even though he's some idiot but his smile showed his true self.

"It looks like you've been staring at it for along time. " a voice cried from behind as Min ah panicked making her almost to fall but the guy helped her."

He was really handsome i guess he was one of our staff members. I heard from the others that he was the charming staff people would die to go out with, but his smile wasn't that nice like Jungkook. Jungkook had a true smile, i smiled back at him and started chatting with him as he brought me food.

End of p.o.v

"Guys shouldn't we invite Min ah to eat with us, i just love when we eat with her she makes the food taste better." Tae hyung complained making it awkward for the young one as his friends nudge him to stop.

"What they weren't even a couple, why are you still onto him Jungkook is already over it that is why he brought her here right?" Tae asked kook who was just okay "yah i'm fine it was just a crush so don't take it to heart i'm just the same me." He forced a smile to himself."Then i think it would be okay if noona dates someone else like him." Jimin cried pointing at Min ah who was just laughing with the staff guy. All the boys couldn't help but fall for her sweet charming smile and laugh.

"I never knew Min ah could be so perfect." J hope cried as Namjoon agreed on him. Jungkook could just take an angry sip on his drink.

"By the way why is she even speaking to that guy? He's just a player." Jungkook managed to cry "what's wrong kook is it disturbing you?" Suga teased knowing kook was all mad cause he did his toungue thing in his mouth.

"Aniyo I'm way over noonas, i like someone younger than me like IU sunbae." Jungkook cried as he smiled to himself.

"Really? I thought noonas were way prettier." Jimin muttered when Min ah joined and started taking pictures and videos of them eating as they just stared at her.

"Noona what do you think you are doing?" Jimin who stop to eat and couldn't concentrate " mmh? Taking pictures..ooh i get it you must be nervous?" " just all pretend i'm not here." She cried with a smile on her face

"Yah! How can we pretend your not here while you are so pretty." Tae who didn't realize what he said just blurted making Min ah blush.In order to avoid what just happened " ooh correct since Min ah is here maybe now can tell us who is pretty." Jimin the trouble maker cried making it so awkward.

"Tell us who's prettier IU sunbae or our Min ah ssi." Min ah was stuttered after what Jimin said "hey why ask that? It's weird." She nervously said.

It was really hard for Jungkook but he just stared at Min ah " obviously IU sunbae is prettier than noona since noonas age." He cried making Min ah shocked.

" Yah Jungkook what are you saying? Our Min ah is surely pretty." Namjoon said " guys i don't mind it's his choice so no one can blame him." She smiled at the boys as she proceed with her work.

Later Shin min ah's p.o.v

I was done with my job as i finished everything i suddenly remembered that jerk saying that i wasn't that pretty, i really don't care what he said he himself isn't that handsome.

I thought to myself only bumping into the staff guy who i made friends with "you what's your name?" I meant to ask him as he just chuckled.

"Mianhaeyo at first i was nervous and worried i thought you were one of the idols here!" I cried as he just laughed at me. Seriously how can i just meet someone without asking his name.

"I'm No min woo you can just call me Min woo i'm quite of an idol amoung the staff." He said to me.

"So are you leaving now are you coming to the gathering." He asked me as i got a glance to Jungkook waving me a signal, what is he doing " so are you.." then Jungkook appeared out of nowhere.

"Noona aren't you leaving? I want you to drive me home." He threw car keys to me pretending to play cool, why can't he just leave me!

" ooh No min woo my man what's up with your girlfriend?" He cried making everything to seem weird and awkward. "I don't h.." No min woo who tried to speak out but that jerk interfierd sending him away.

Then dragged me till outside " Yah what's wrong with you? Aah! are you trying to bully me now." I cried to him " i was tired and yeah right you are my neighbour." He cried

"Hey just tell the driver i'm just your photographer aish you are really persistent." I cried as he just stared at me as i cursed under my breath.

" hey did you curse? I can see it in your eyes" he said getting closer and our eyes locked as i hurriedly moved away nervously " what are you looking? these are the ugly eyes that we noonas have." I said to him as he just chuckled and entered in the car.

Is he crazy such a psycho, i continued to curse him

Later In the car

I was slowly driving as Jungkook stayed at the passengers sit next to me just dozzing off as he listened to his music in his earphones while tapping his fingers. I watched his unique habits he sometimes does.Sometimes he would behave like a child or an adult. It was very awkward full of silence in the car that's when i decided to switch on the car radio.

I was doing that when we coincidentally touched each other since he was also about to switch the radio " Mianhaeyo." I hurriedly cried before he thought of me as some pervert but was just quiet. "Why apologize it was nothing." He said

Thats right it was nothing why was i the only one over thinking it. I should stay calm its not like it's my first time to drive with a man. I cross shut my eyes not realising i almost hit a car making me to step on the break almost hit my head on the front but luckily i was prevented.

Jungkook saved my life putting his arm at the front of me preventing me from getting hit. " are you okay?" He looked worried as i noded back to him realizing that blood was flowing from his head making me worried. " Blood?yah i told you to take care of yourself first now look protecting me while you aren't " I cried to him. " you just can't keep making people worried about you !" I cried at him as he just smiled there like a fool.

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tell me something Norman only does (or at least is more likely to do) when you're not feeling well. also if you have anything else rattling around in your brain abt him this is your permission to spill it

puts all of his hours of (court mandated) therapy to good use, for once. i made a joke when i did that initial ship idea post last year about him and i basically just *pointing spiderman meme* if we have nervous breakdowns at the same time bc "IT'S FUCKING UP PRODUCTIVITY!!" but whenever he's on stable footing and i'm not he is very surprisingly good at handling it.

most of the time my breakdowns can be tracked, things put in place to mitigate it, but sometimes they just sneak up on me for no discernible rhyme or reason, and those are the ones that really upset me.

it's soothing, actually, to have him of all people there. to be able to get nothing out but 'i don't know where i am. i know i'm here, but i don't know what here is,' and have him simply tell me it doesn't matter. here has everything i need, where and when it is is meaningless, so i don't need to worry about parsing it out.

he makes sure to medicate and hydrate me, feed me if i can eat, and encourage me to sleep the worst of it off since that's usually the best thing to do so i don't end up dissociative and panicking.

if needed he makes sure to coax me into a shower or a bath, and does what he can to shut the world out. the oscorp servers are secure enough he can access them at home, and he has department heads for a reason. and 'if anyone truly can't get by for a few days without me then clearly i've been paying the wrong people too much money and we'll simply reorganize personnel when i come back'.

when i come out of it, finally, he can tell as soon as i wake up by the clarity in my eyes, the way i can actually focus on my surroundings again. i always wake up to find myself curled up next to him, usually in bed and to the sound of him typing on his laptop. sometimes i've woken up on the couch, balanced precariously on a mound of pillows and blankets in the corner of the sectional, and him seated on the other side of me with his feet propped up on the coffee table.

"hm, welcome back," he'll say, moving his computer and planting a kiss on my cheek. he orders food, and i eat whatever i feel like, gluten or not, and i spend a few hours re-orienting myself to not just here, but the tethers that keep here in place and connected fully to the world.

as a contrast, if i'm physically sick he tends to be less gentle due to my habit of ignoring my physical health on the basis of 'i'm not dead, it's fine'.

i made the mistake once of going to work with food poisoning, despite being able to keep nothing down for the previous two days but water, ginger ale, and pepto bismol. stood up too fast trying to reach for the sterile water dispenser and simply passed the fuck out right in the lab.

woke up in the oscorp medbay to find him at the foot of my bed, arms crossed, and asking me if i have ANY idea how many MEETINGS and DEBRIEFS he's missing right now.

"well, no one fuckin' told you to come down here and glare at me while i was unconscious," i told him, trying to sit up and frowning to find an IV with saline pulling against my arm.

"i didn't want to be in those meetings anyway but regardless, it's the principle of the goddamn thing," was his response.

and then sometimes, when he's the one losing his tether to here he'll reach for me in the dark and tell me all the things he can't bring himself to mention when he's planted firmly in reality.

he worries about losing it, again; that he's going to black out and wake up in the goblin suit covered in blood and ash and no idea whose blood it is. he worries that i'm not entirely real, just another illusion and machination by mysterio and mephisto.

"for all i know you're not really here, and neither am i. i could be tucked away in ravencroft still, curled on the floor of a padded cell and this is all just a dream to show me the things i can never have because of my inability to be a whole person." he wraps an arm around me, buries his face in the crook of my neck. "in which case, just let me keep dreaming."

it's probably better, in it's own fucked up way, than when his breakdowns led to death and international incidents and i know this, but regardless.

i'm not as good as guiding him back as he is for me, but since it's been such a long time since he had anyone even willing to leave the light on for him, he'd never complain about it.

#long post #ship: masks & menace #unreality tw #just in case ig uwu