#so all i have is 3 years as a waitress and 5 in my current industry

[fisheshavegill]

-- Crazy Rich Asians. PT. II

「 ✦ CRA ✦ 」

sunghoon fanfic! fem reader!

"It's not the men in your life that counts, it's the life in your men."

2k | disclaimer : quotations at the start may or may not have to do something with the whole story (could be an add on)

Read Crazy Rich Asians PT. I

no proof read | word vomit

indented text are just my personal descriptions <3

－ i got some lines from books ive read and movies ive watched! + the title of my fanfic doesn't mean the plot is mostly from the actual movie / book!

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. “ if it is real, it must by definition prove to be eternal?. “ .

– random flashback |. 📍 California

The waitress arrives, sets down all of our orders and disappears. 

I took out my fork as I swirled it in my pasta

“Carbonara?”  I offered him before eating it. 

Sunghoon shakes his head 

“Because it’s dairy?”

“No… I just prefer pesto” 

“Hmm. Impressive” “Very.....you” I say

A distinct ringing sound emanating from his pocket.  As the phone rings a few more times before Sunghoon finally takes it out of his pocket and looks at the screen

“One second”  he roses from his seat

I watched him walked away, his phone pressed to his ear. 

I looked at him through the window while I was sipping my tea.   

After a while the door bell rings, he came back again putting his phone to the pocket of his jacket. 

“So”, “How was your day?” He questions as he sits on the table, pouring water to his cup

“Lame” 

“Uhm” he hesitates to say  

“my mom's gonna have a birthday party”  he says out of nowhere, avoids looking at me while taking the silver utensils on the clothed table. "I planned it"

“I invited a lot of guests.” “All of my relatives and cousins know about it” He stops speed talking as he takes his first bite of steak.  

“And you” he weakly points me with his fork.

I didn’t say anything as I take another sip of my tea  

“Her birthday actually was yesterday, nothing so sleek about it and everyone was busy” 

“It will be held on Friday...in Korea” he added 

“That’s nice”

“So…. did you greet her?” 

“No..” I say 

“Why not?”

“I have been busy with stuffs”

“Like what?” 

I did not know what to say. 

"Look, I booked a flight for us" He broke the silence with hands clenched together

I take another sip of my tea

He sighs and leans into the table his voice was very low. 

“Ann, I understand that this entire situation has been extremely difficult for you. It has been for me too. I know that you have been trying to avoid my mom, but I want to remind you that avoiding her forever may not be the best solution.

Perhaps we can work together to find a way to face her again and move forward in a positive direction. What do you think?"

He whispered “Please just go for me" he held your hand as he rubs his thumb through your fingers. 

“Please.”  

Current time . the continuation of part 1

－exact 5 minutes after emergency left

Sunghoon's

His eyes were glued to the pages of a book that he had abandoned for weeks.

Sitting on the couch in the same room, while you were in bed. The silk pajamas draped his body comfortably as he sat partially facing the bed you were lying on.

The soft rustling of the pages turning was the only sound that filled the room

| Sunghoon had always remained true to his passion for reading books. His love for literature dates to when he was just five years old. On his birthday, his father gifted him a classic Spiderman comic. Since that fateful day, he has devoured countless books of all genres, from classic literature to modern-day thrillers. |

After a moment, he closed the book and placed it carefully on the see-through glass table in front of him. He leaned back on the couch, his head supported by the soft cushion, and looked up at the ceiling.

He reached up to his face and removed the eyeglasses he had been wearing to help him read the book. The dim light in the room provided by the single lamp on the desk beside the bed had made it necessary for him to wear them while reading.

As he rubs his eyes, his phone gets a ring from someone.

Mom

His eyes showed a bit of frustration as he hesitates to accept the call. But eventually does.

“Hi son.” A female voice muttered through the call.

“Good evening mom” he replies.

“How are you?” “How’s business?”

“Im Good” “Business? its he-“

“Uhm" – with a hinge of hesitation.

"If you are currently facing anything, please know that I am here to help you in any way possible. I am right beside you to offer my support, okay?"

The female voice assured him in a serious tone completely ignoring the fact she cut him off.

 "At the moment, there is nothing that is causing me any trouble or concern mom."

“oh... dont be so gullible” His mom says.

 "I appreciate your kind gesture of checking in on me. It's reassuring to know that you care."   -   The silence between them dissipated for a while.

 “Well, I guess if there's nothing to state about anything, I will be going”,

 the female mutters, closing the gap of silence in the call.

 "Goodnight"

she added as the call ended.

He runs his fingers through his hair as he deeply sighs. the head maid must had informed his mom about the state of the house and all the things that had been happening inside of it every day. All the things that were meant to be a secret, especially anything that revolves at the happenings in the house were all revealed to his arrogant mother. "

He couldn't help but wonder what else his mother knew and what her intentions were. He decided to step outside to clear his head. The swimming pool area was the perfect spot, with its beautiful bushes of flowers and serene atmosphere. As he took a deep breath, he sits frantically at the side of the pool lounger, tapping the fine fabricated mattress hovering it.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a single cigarette, carefully placing it between his lips. With a flick of his lighter, a small flame appears, and he brings the flame to the end of the cigarette, inhaling deeply as it ignites.

You thought he promised to you that he’ll never engage in smoking again?? No. It seems that the weight of his problems and struggles had become too much to bear, causing him to break that promise.

. 01/01 00:05 AM  

“Hoon are you there?”

Some laughter in the background and loud fireworks.

“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot. But I’m leaving now! Okay? Just wait there! Should only take me thirty minutes. I know, I feel really bad. Please don’t be mad. Call me back, okay?

As he hit the play button for the umpteenth time, a smile slowly spread across my face.

The old voicemail you left him on New Year's was like a time capsule, transporting him back to his days as a college student in bustling New York City.

How he remembered how much he had struggled studying with the constant, thunderous sounds of fireworks, which had filled him with a sense of unease The night progresses, the wind outside grew stronger and more forceful. Sunghoon could feel the gusts of wind through the bushes, causing it to billow fiercely.

The room was just as spacious as the one you both shared, but it was in a much better condition. The other bedroom would be undergoing maintenance tomorrow due to the extensive damage caused by the glass shatters on the floor and the tears on the wall

As he finishes his regular night routine he decided to just snooze it off. He carefully adjusted the blanket to cover you up entirely as he gently moved your hair strands aside that covered your face. Planting a soft kiss in your cheek before closing the lamp

morning - ur pov

As I woke up from the rays of sun hitting my eyes, I couldn’t help but feel a hinge of headache as I stood up from the bed. I looked around, everything seemed so foreign and unfamiliar.

I raised my hand to my head and began to scratch my scalp. I let out a drawn-out yawn. Standing about two meters away from the door, I suddenly heard a faint, muffled sound. It was difficult to make out at first, but as the voice grew closer, the words became clearer.

In a black suit and his phone pressed to his ear. And there he was, standing right in front of you.  As he notices me wide awake, his expression mirrored your own shock and surprise. A deafening silence filled the room as he stared at you, unsure of what to say or do.

After a moment, he politely excused himself from the call, putting it on hold

"Good morning." I say

Sunghoon smiled and nodded in response. There was some awkward silence in the room "Well…...I think you still hate me"  Sunghoon says as he starts finding something in one of the wooden drawers beside the door.

He let out a deep sigh and looked at me with a pout as he kissed my forehead, placing both hands on my shoulders. "I'm so sorry, darling," he said, trying to explain himself. - "Things have been hectic ever since I left for my business trip, and I haven't had a chance to reach out to anyone since that day." As he spoke, he began planting hundreds of kisses on my face.

Does he think I can forgive him easily? - "I have to go work again..” "I wont leave you for another 2 weeks". he said, brushing his hand through my cheeks. "I don't want to see you angry."

I watched as he leaned in to peck my lips, a smile creeping onto his face.  He grabbed his jacket and car keys from the glass table and kissed me one last time before heading towards the door. "I love you so so much," he said with a smile as he waved goodbye against the door.

 Despite his words, I couldn't shake off the feeling of anger towards him.

I stood on the balcony, only seconds after he had left the room.I watched as he made his way to the car, his jacket draped over his left arm and car keys in his right hand. Just before he got into the car, his gaze locked onto mine. "I promise I'll make it up to you," he shouted over the distance, blowing me a kiss. - - -

During that day, he went back to the house a with shopping bags intended to be  as an apology gift

He squats to my level as he laces my hand with his 

" I want to apologize... "

" I want to apologize for not being there for you throughout your struggles.. Two weeks may seem like a short period of time, but it could have been an eternity for you. 

My absence may have caused you some type of agony???, I am truly sorry. I hope that you can forgive me"

As he finished speaking, he looked into the my eyes and kissed my hand.

I stared back at him for a while, trying to see whether he was truly remorseful. After a moment of silence, I cling closer to him without saying a word. He pats my back.

“The night before your business trip” “You still remember it. Right?”  I say

He sighs  “What were you scared of?”  “I couldn’t seem to ponder it the whole conversation”

“Yeah. Forget about that” shrugging it off

why? just why did I feel like I had to be on guard on everything? 

Latter that evening I received a message notification 

message:

Don’t you wanna let him know about it?  You can’t hide it forever. 

" Hoon, Did you get any certain messages or emails today? " I say as he happened to enter the room 

Of course 

Did you happen to see it?

"Just event invitations and messages from Cass and my mom.  What about it?" as he looks into the wooden drawers.

Nothing. I sighed in relief

At this moment, it doesn't seem appropriate for him or even everyone to be informed about it. It is likely that he will discover it in due course??, but currently, I feel like the timing isn't right. I'll just hide it?

I don't know.

to be continued

authors note (DONT COME FOR ME YALL :) )

Hi there! I just wanted to address something with you guys....

I know that some of you might be wondering why did it take me so long to post the part 2 of CRA , and I wanted to clarify that it's not because I'm slacking off or anything like that. In fact, I'm really busy at the moment with other things going on in my life. I just wanted to let you know that even though it might take me a bit longer to post this series from time to time, that doesn't mean that I'm going to stop altogether or that I won't be back. I appreciate your support and understanding during this busy period, and I hope to be able to share more with you soon!

#park sunghoon #sunghoon #enhypen imagines #enha x reader #enhypen #enha #enha fluff #fisheshavegill #female writers #author #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe #hoonie #enhypen series

[bordysbae]

can i get 11. "can i get your number?" with jack hughes?

“stood up”

jack hughes x fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

i made this in class so i apologize if it’s crappy ugh

recently you’ve been seeing this guy, and today is your guys’ third date. he’s a little flakey when it comes to dates, but throughout all of the rescheduling, you guys finally found a day that works. currently you’re sitting in the small cafe, waiting for the guy who was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago.

another ten minutes pass by, and at this point the waitress has come over twice already. you’re a little embarrassed due to the fact you’ve had to state you’re waiting for someone twice now. after ten more minutes of waiting, you decide to call him. he doesn’t answer, so you leave a voicemail, “hey adam, it’s been 25 minutes. are you on your way? call me back, thanks.” you sigh after ending the message. you notice these three men who seem to be around your age giving you pitiful glances, which makes you even more embarrassed.

“i feel so bad for her, she got stood up.” nico states. “me too, she’s really pretty. i think i’m gonna go ask for her number” jack says. this makes both nico and dawson almost spit out their coffees. “what?” dawson chuckles.

jack gives dawson a confused look, “what do you mean what?” “are you an idiot jack? obviously she’s waiting for someone, what if it’s her boyfriend?!” dawson replies. “well first, you don’t know if you don’t ask. second, if that’s her boyfriend who just stood her up, i don’t think she should be dating him” jack shrugs before pushing his chair back and rising up from it. nico and dawson each share a glance at each other, before watching the 21 year-old boy make his way over to you.

“excuse me?” he says, grabbing your attention. you look up from your phone stupidly expecting it to be adam, but who you’re met with is way more attractive. “yes?” you ask softly, not trying to sound rude. “may i sit?” he asks, and you nod in response. “i saw that you got stood up, and i think you’re really pretty so i wanted to come talk to you” jack says shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

your cheeks begin to turn pink, and you try your best to hide it. “oh thank you! i must say, you’re not too bad yourself.” you smile. “i’m jack, it’s really nice to meet you—“ “y/n. it’s nice to meet you too jack.” you blush.

after a bit of talking with jack and explaining the situation with adam, you discover he plays professional hockey which genuinely shocks you. “wow! i had no idea, that’s amazing! i guess i’ll have to start going to hockey games” you exclaim. “you better, i’d be more than happy to see you in the stands!” he smiles. “whens the next game?” “tonight, actually” “oh really? i think i’m free” you say, pulling out your phone to check your calendar. “can i get your number? i’ll buy you a ticket, i’ll make sure you get the best seat in the house.” he says with a cheesy grin across his face.

“you sure that’s the only reason you want my number, hughes?” you say, a smirk-ish grin growing on your face. “oh were doing nicknames now? jeez, let me take you out on a date first” he chuckles, making you laugh as well. “well i guess you’ll need my number to do that” you shrug, as you hand him your phone to type in his number.

he saves his contact and slides you your phone back, and you see ‘hughes <3’ saved. he hands you his phone to type in your number, and that’s exactly what you do. “i’ll text you the details on your ticket, then maybe we can catch a late dinner afterwards?” he suggests. “that sounds great! and really jack, you don’t need to buy my ticket” “oh i insist. but i better see you in the stands tonight, right up against the glass” “oh you will don’t worry, i’ll be your little cheerleader” you chuckle, and he laughs as well.

“alright then, it’s a date! the game starts at 7:00, so get there around 6:30. and i’ll have someone come find you after the game so we can head to dinner” “thank you again, jack” “of course y/n, i’m really glad i met you. maybe something good can come out of being stood up” “that’s true, it’s not everyday a professional hockey player buys you a ticket to his game and asks you to dinner” you blush, making jacks cheeks turn pink too.

“i need to get going, but i’ll see you tonight y/n!” he smiles before getting up to go back over to the two other boys from earlier, who you now learned to be dawson mercer and nico hischier. you smile to yourself as his friends hype him up over his successful mission.

maybe getting stood up isn’t so bad after all.

#jack hughes #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #nj devils #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #nico hischier #dawson mercer

[my-shields-are-down]

Chenford + Emmett

REMINDER: I asked for one word prompts to trigger a fan fiction one shot. This one technically is not because there is more than a single word in the request, but I am going with it.

I’ve got 6-8 one word prompts in various stages of progress left in my queue. Keep them coming - they are busting through my writer’s block and I am having a lot of fUn writing them.

I will be posting all of these on AO3 as a collection when this batch is done.

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Tim laughs every time one of his basketball buddies calls him “Jimmy.” He knows they are calling him a ringer like Jimmy from the movie “Hoosiers” - the guy who can make a shot from anywhere.

Yes, Tim is an excellent shot, be it for 3-pointers at or behind the tape, or the free throws that everyone else hates. Tim excels at those too.

Looking at Tim, you’d think with his height, wing-span and large hands, that he’d be a natural basketball player.

You’d be wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.

While Tim is fantastic at the “glamour shots” of the game, he is not so great at running and dribbling, blocking, lay-ups, or defense. His dad had entered him in an Elk’s Club Free throw class, then competition when he was in middle school to keep Tim out of his hair while he drank excessively and fucked his way through the club waitresses out back by the dumpsters. Tim saw one poor girl pressed up against a smelly green bin one afternoon and then promptly signed up for anything and everything so he never would have to see that again. He became the reigning Elks Club “Hoop Shoot Free Throw” Champ for 5 years and “Hoop Shoot Wide Out” Champ for 4 years running. He was a master at making those far away shots, he just never learned to how to play the game to set up those shots.

Fast-forward 35 years and now he gets together with his former sergeants (Webb, Jansen, Hendricks and Gibbs) twice a week to play rec ball in the LA County First Responders League. He does a lot of running up and down the court until someone throws him the ball on the 3-point line and he scores.

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Tim can feel his retro high-top Air Jordans (white with MJ inspired Carolina blue swooshes) loosening up on his left foot. Sure enough, with 3:36 minutes left in the second half of the game they are currently losing, his shoe lace comes untied. That plus the forward momentum from yet another run up the court shoots his wedding band skittering across the court. He always ties the ring to his left shoelace for safe keeping.

When the “object on the court” time out is called, Tim jogs over to group of guys standing around waiting to play to grab his ring from….Emmett. His wife’s one-time ex-boyfriend. The fire fighter whose “hunkiness” they once debated..

Emmett and Tim lock eyes and smile - they were pretty good friends at one point. Emmett pulls his own gold wedding band out from his Kobe jersey on a utilitarian dog tag chain to show Tim the proper way to store his ring during a game.

Tim smiles and says thank you when Emmett hands him his platinum one and is asked, “Who is the lucky girl? Anyone I know?” To which Tim kisses his ring and looks at Lucy’s heartbeat recorded when thinking about Tim (when she’s experiencing butterflies) engraved inside, before bending down and retying his laces, securing the ring with a double knot this time.

Finally, Tim stands back up and smiles his biggest, “I’m so in love” grin and says to Emmett as the referee calls him back to the court, “I never did thank you for breaking up with her. By text message no less. I’ll tell Lucy you said hi.”

———-end———-

#chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #tim x lucy #i love this so much #one word prompts #Emmett #ask andrea #andrea writes #I love the idea of tim sucking at something athletic #I actually was the state elks club hoop shoot free throw champion when I was 12 #it’s a real thing

[cjmontgomery]

nina dobrev + she/her + female  –  have you seen cj montgomery around los angeles? the thirty year old is usually jamming to radio reject by magnolia park. word around the city is that they’re independent, yet, they can also be pessimistic, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently a/an courier/waitress/occasional stripper and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with her old, tattered sneakers. when i think of them, i think of random colors in her hair, never expecting anything good to happen, and growing up too soon. let’s hope the city treats them good! ( cally / 31 / she/her / cst / none )

So this is my girl with a troubled past CJ! Read more about her!

Full Name: Cordelia Jane Montgomery

Nicknames: CJ, Cordy

Age: 30

Birthdate: December 29th, 1992

Birthplace: Los Angeles, California

Occupation: Courier/Waitress/occasional stripper

Parents: Neil Montgomery (currently in prison) & Linda Montgomery (current location unknown)

Siblings: 3 younger (WCs!)

Children: None

Relationship Status: Single

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5' 7"

Hair Color: Dark brown (often with additional colors)

Eye Color: Brown

Piercings: Lower and upper lobe in each ear, industrial in right ear, helix, orbital, and tragus in left ear, nose, both nipples, belly button

Tattoos: A scattering of stars on her back, a dragon on her left hip bone, a middle finger on her ass, a dead rose on her left lower arm, a snake in the shape of a heart on her right thigh, a pawprint on her right wrist, moon phases on the back of her neck

Residence: A rundown apartment building in a terrible neighborhood in LA

Character Inspo: Max Black (2 Broke Girls), Fiona Gallagher (Shameless), Joey Potter (Dawson's Creek), Maya Hart (Girl Meets World), Shawn Hunter (Boy Meets World), Feyre Archeron (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Lysandra (Throne of Glass), Brooke Davis (One Tree Hill), Callie Adams-Foster (The Fosters)

(TW for Toxic Relationships, Sex work, Drug mentions, Alcohol mentions, Parentification, and Sexual Assault)

CJ was pretty much born with a reputation thanks to her parents. They were both known for trouble and had quite the tumultuous, toxic relationship, not getting married until after CJ was born. Neil's family was constantly in trouble with the law and he was no different. He probably spent more time in prison than CJ ever actually saw him. And her mother was a piece of work as well, being a prostitute and con artist, but not to support her kids. More for her own drugs and drinking habits.

She always came from the wrong part of town, the older, more beat up, poorer part of Los Angeles. You know, that part of the neighborhood people say to avoid, especially at night. They moved around from shitty housing to shitty apartments, mostly to avoid parole officers and people looking to get their money back. And as she grew up in that area, CJ found her own trouble at times. It quickly led to rumors about her, everything from the things her dad did to get put in prison (mostly true), the things her mom did around town (definitely true), and even questioning if her dad was really her dad (possibly true). And for some reason, everyone seemed to think she was just like her mother, who she looked a lot alike.

(TW: Sexual Assault)

She didn't realize people were drawing those conclusions until eighth grade, when she went on her first date and the boy tried to feel her up. She slapped him and told him no and he said she should probably be used to it considering what a whore her mom was. The next day, everyone had heard the rumor that she had slept with a boy on the first date, even though she had only had her first kiss.

From there, the rumors grew. CJ was known as the slut all through high school, the homewrecker and easiest girl in town. What those people didn't know is that she had only slept with a few people, that most of the guys who claimed they fucked her she had never spoken to. Some guys even tried to force themselves on her, thinking they were entitled to it. Those people also didn't know that the reason she skipped school so often was because her mom was on a bender and she had to take care of her sick siblings, or work extra shifts wherever she could get hired to pay the bills her mom forgot about.

Yes, as her father was in jail and her mother usually disappeared, it was up to her to raise her three siblings and try to keep the lights on and food on the table. She was the one who made sure they got to school, even if that meant she was late. That they got their homework done when hers hardly ever did. All her dreams were pushed to the side for her siblings, who she loved most in the world. She even ended up dropping out senior year because she needed to be able to work full time.

She quickly took any work she can, except prostitution. It reminded her too much of her mother. CJ was a waitress, a babysitter, a gardener, a delivery person... basically anything that would pay the bills. Not all of it was legal, but at least she got cash and could make sure they weren't kicked out. The first time she stripped was the month before Christmas. Her siblings knew better than to ask for a bunch of stuff, but she knew what they really wanted. And she told herself that for once, they were going to get a damn good Christmas. So she let go of her past and became a dancer, taking her clothes off for more money than she usually made. She didn't tell her siblings, not wanting them to think of her like their mom or be ashamed. But they did have a good Christmas that year. It wasn't something she wanted to keep doing, especially with the expectations of some customers of wanting more than just a dance, but she occasionally would do it when money was low.

It all paid off though, since her siblings got to live out their dreams to the best of her ability. They got to graduate and go on to do what they wanted. She told them not to worry about her or the others, to just get out of there the minute they could. Even if she felt stuck in her life, she didn't think they needed to be. They had a chance to escape. CJ had given up on her dreams of escape, of any sort of better life. She felt like this was just what she deserved now, that she didn't get happiness. But she would fight like hell for her siblings to have that. If she had gotten the chance, CJ would have loved to have actually gone to college, to become a veterinarian like she always dreamed of, but that's not the case.

Now that her siblings are all grown up, CJ has their shitty apartment that really isn't livable at all (hell, the entire building should be condemned) all to herself. She still has lots of debts to try and make up for, but she's getting by. She got a slightly fancier job as a courier, making bank taking those expensive contracts and papers around Hollywood for big shots. It means she has to strip less, but doesn't fully make up for everything, hence still waitressing.

When she gets the chance, she has her own fun. She is always dying her hair different colors or having her friends give her tattoos. She makes friends with the right people, the same ones who work shitty jobs like her. And often, they'll help her out by telling her if they need extra hands at a catering event or letting her in to the cool parties in Hollywood. They let her in the side doors or no cover charge and she has their backs too. Might as well take advantage of free food and drinks whenever she can.

Personality wise, CJ grew up way too quickly, giving her a very jaded and pessimistic view of the world and especially people. She doesn't trust people easily but those she does, she will fight for. She is very used to people knowing her reputation, so she assumes they do even before they open their mouths. Granted, she has learned that not all people believe the rumors, but it is still hard for her to shake. She has a lot of resentment for her parents and people who aren't thankful for the privileges they have, like not having to worry about money or family that cares about you. She has a habit of downplaying her struggles, not letting the people that care know how bad she has it.

She has had very few actual relationships because of the rumors, afraid that people only want her because of what they can get out of her. So she has sworn off of romance and dating entirely, instead preferring to read about it and have one night stands to scratch that itch. She came out as bisexual when she was twenty-one. Frankly, she is terrified of having kids, worried about screwing them up like her parents did to her. She feels like she isn't loving or good enough to be a mom. She doesn't seem to see that she was a mom to her siblings and they thought she did a damn good job at it.

#california.intro #bio

[quiltedcottage]

Tag game!

Thank you, @dreamy-green-ghost! This is a welcome distraction. 

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes and no. My dad liked the name. I guess there was a waitress he worked with who spelled it differently, and either he never stopped thinking about her (lol) or genuinely just thought the name was beautiful. 

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh my gosh, yesterday! But they were good tears. I was watching “Good Night Oppy” and felt all the feelings: joy, inspiration, awe, etc.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I used to. I think there’s really only a couple people I use it around anymore because they’re sarcastic too and don’t take it personally. 

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

No sports currently, but I played a ton growing up. Softball & BMX were the main ones. But then there was volleyball, track, basketball, badminton, cheerleading, Tae Kwon Do, skateboarding. My favorite was softball. 

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

Probably their energy? Maybe it’s years of customer service coupled with having to look out for myself as a child, but I make very quick assessments on how a person is likely to behave/if they are trustworthy.

7. What's your eye colour?

darker grey-ish blue-ish green

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

blow my mind! something meaningful even if it’s sad! so i guess neither, but of the two: a happy ending. 

9. Any special talents?

I can juggle and wiggle my eyebrows independently lol I have a knack for picking up many random talents. Master of none sort of thing. 

10. Where were you born?

Northern California

11. What are your hobbies?

Studying random topics is #1. Plus nature walks, graphic design, writing, reading. 

12. Do you have any pets?

yes, my black cat Rowena :) 

13. How tall are you?

5′6′’ (& 3/4 lol)

14. Favorite subject in school?

This is hard! Honestly whatever I am studying in the moment. I love learning. I suppose least favorite would be something like statistics or politics. 

15. Dream job?

Anything to do with staring at and pondering the universe. 

No-pressure tags: @almondmilkcore @worm-f00d @velvethopewrites

[missjessefantastico]

I was tagged by @juniperhillpatient (idk if the tag worked, help, but also thanks <3)

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

favorite time of year: rainy season! i especially love when there's thunder at night

comfort food: i... don't know, i was about to say tacos but i have a feeling that's just because i was eating tacos when i saw this lol

do you collect something: books and paper, but idk if paper counts if i use it, but it stays with me most of the time so maybe? paper collection by extension?

favorite drink: same as food, i'm inclined to say coke but maybe it's just bc i'm drinking it rn? i do drink a lot of it tho

favorite song: favorite song for what? to sing is "breathe" from in the heights and "she used to be mine" from waitress, i think they suit my voice, song to be dramatic to "it's over isn't it" from steven universe, to have imaginary artistic montages is "cut your teeth" by kyla la grange, and i want my death song to be "once upon another time" by sara bareilles

favorite fic: it depends on my current fandom, but! the ones that have stuck with me even after leaving are: how to fit your heart in a petri dish (steven universe), we found wonderland (jatp), i pledge allegiance to the band (jatp), lavender for luck (sanders sides) and the song in the secret room (atla)(rose, if you're reading this, i love all of your fics, i just have a thing for time travel so...)

this is the part where i attempt to tag enough people: @haikyuupaladin @siriwesen @mrsmarymorstan @queerhumanbeing ...idk, the first 5 people who see this lol

#food mention #tag game #txtjessefantastico

[returntosaturn271995]

Things that happened this past week

1. Got on a plane after gay pride at 5 am because I am a miracle worker. I smelled like Jenna’s beach bonfire and had glitter on my cheekbones for the duration of the flight. Side-kicked a soccer ball back to two kids in the airport because low key I can be cool sometimes.

2. Zach didn’t pick me up from the airport so I had to wait for Bill to pick me up and make the kind of hungover small talk that is probably used as punishment in at least 4 of the rings of hell.

3. Cuddled with Nate and Lauren’s cats in bed.

4. Watched Love Island to calm down.

5. Went on an actual date with Nate in Willow Glen on Monday, made out in the backyard like teenagers.

6. Tuesday was spent doing deep breathing. Couldn’t tell you much else. 

7. Wednesday met up with Sara Kashani for the first time in ten years at the Los Altos Grill. It was a lot of fun even if the waitress was up our ass the entire time. Nate came over again. 

8. Finished watching The Bear on Hulu. Amazing. 

9. Went out with Kendall in SF, met a bartender who apparently knows everyone and is opening a new bar called The Blue Whale. Kendall drew stick figures of all of us in his notepad, the one representing me had a speech bubble that said, “I have a sick mind.” True. I also have a sick body though, HEYYYYYOOO. Met up with Haydyn afterwards. 

10. Friday Nate came over to my parent’s place and we watched John Mulaney and cuddled. Very PG 13, which I secretly love. 

11. Looked over the Google Jobs with Lauren, saw baby Rosie (she’s still thickems), Eric, Ashely, and Rhys. Eric, Ash, Lauren and I have agreed to do a “tough mudder”. 

12. Continued to read “Kasher in The Rye” on the flight back. It makes me happy I gear up near Oakland and not in Oakland. Also makes me happy I’ve never done LSD and low key want to stop drinking for a minute. 

13. Got home, showered, currently washing my bedding and going to unpack the suitcase that never made it on the plane. 

All in all, not a bad trip. 

[dianight]

Seeing an artist go on a rant because a few entitled asks is weirdly validating.

I generally enjoy watching people lose their shit as long as it is “punching up” so to speak.

If it were say a customer and a waitress, the customer might be in the right (spoilers: they almost never are) but it is never justified[1] since the relationship customer-waitress favors the customer in current system. But if it is the waitress doing the screaming she will be righteous in all concievable situations; and less humoristically, if a person in such an imbalanced relationship is the one going off, you have logical reason to believe that person is justified.

So when you have an artist and people who view their art here on tumblr (or somewhere else but that’s another can of worms), and I see the artist rageposting[2] about the shit they get on their asks, it fills me with joy.

YES, you tell them off. Rip their head out if you must.

Like I’ve had people complain about shit I’ve created[3] myself and if I share something I do not care to hear anything about it. No positive, no negative anything. I don’t take compliments nor criticism well. I just want it to be there. A thumbs up is probably the highest praise I’ll ever want.

But I’ve also had people asking about stuff I’ve made 5+ years ago, and I can only explain so many times before I run out of patience that live moves on, you get new interests and old ones might fade away for one reason or another.

Anyway

[1] I had a customer tell me when I was apologizing “it’s not a big problem, I can wait one more hour” when the kitchen messed up 2 pizzas in a row. I had several situations where allergies were involved that ended badly (no deaths) and someone could be rightfully angry and they still didn’t shout at anyone. If someone can be (almost) dying and then not rage, a mixup, delay or other minor problem requires zero screaming at staff.

[2] Link for the particular post. I can remove it if it’s a problem. Not sure how “rude” this is.

[3] I draw but it’s not good and I’ll rarely post it. My videos are not really for tumblr, even if it’s easy to figure out who I am.

#dia talks

[deadendsave]

Barbara Short’s Journal (2023)

1: The mayor personally came by my office and asked me if I wanted to sell my property. He said the park was an eyesore. I laughed in his face. Coming into my office and insulting me, he’s so full of himself. I’ve been running this place for 20 years, and I’m not about to sell it. He tried persuading me by assuring me that the current resident would be given priority access to the apartments that would be built in its place… as if they could afford the rent.

2: I don’t like them Davis boys. Most people try to forget about that family and their mill, but I won’t. I see what the mayors plans are. He’s trying to run all of us out of here. He wants to bring in new residents who are younger and have more money. His brother’s just as bad as him. Last Sunday he tried to tell me I should sell the park to his brother. Pfft. The only reason I still go to his church is because it’s the only one in town.

3: To Do List: call exterminator for Ray / Collect rent from Brielle / Refill prescriptions

4: I went by Ray’s while the pest control man was there. I was disgusted by what I saw. I’m not stupid; I knew what him and his girlfriend had been doing in there, but I didn’t expect him to trash the place as much as they did. No wonder they’ve got infestations. The windows were all foiled up, and mouse droppings were all over the floor. He did a good job hiding all of his stuff, but he left a glass pipe on the counter. I was furious. I gave him a final warning.

5: Brielle’s short on rent again. The girl’s lucky I got a soft spot for her and that baby. I know she’s working hard waitressing, but I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep affording this. It costs a lot of money to run a place like this, I’ve got bill collectors calling.

6: Mayor Davis wants to buy Todd’s bar and Margaret’s bookstore. He’s trying to get rid of all the places that’ve been here for years. That man just doesn’t stop. Millhaven has beautiful historic buildings, I don’t know how his plans to destroy them all even for approved. Half of the town has been demolished for new constructions.

7: When I got home last night, I went to watch ‘The Young and The Restless’ on DVR, but an emergency news broadcast interrupted it. They said there’s a new virus going around, and it’s deadly if your immune system is weak.

8: This isn’t good, LHV isn’t some regular virus. The news didn’t tell us this at first and made it seem less serious. It’s turning people into monsters. I’m going to get some things from the grocery store and pharmacy, then I’m staying at the park so I can make sure everyone is safe. Nobody knows, but I’ve got a handgun in my safe at the office.

9: It just keeps getting worse. Portland and Salem are under full military control. Everyone in Millhaven is hiding in there homes. It’s only a matter of time before LHV hits us.

10: People are out of their minds. I went to the grocery store, and the shelves were empty. Everyone is buying everything up. I got as much as I could for me and the people are the park. I knew Brielle probably hasn’t gotten groceries yet.

11: Brielle’s so worried. She said her dad is coming to pick her up tomorrow. I don’t think it’s a good idea, but she said his house is secluded. I know she’s desperate, because she hates her daddy. I don’t understand how he could not talk to her all this time, but now he suddenly wants to help. He never helped her out before, kicking her out of his house at 17 because she got pregnant. I hope he keeps her safe.

12: That deadbeat never showed up, and now the phone lines are down. I told Brielle to pack up her and Leah's things. I'm taking them to my house, I’ll keep them safe there.

stray note, trailer park office:

I drawed this for you Miss Barbara. That’s you at your offise. - Leah

[femstyles]

X

#having a breakdown about my career #i hate going to work and feeling like shit #and i hate that i feel trapped in my job #my pay is high and im so thankful #but its not worth my mental health #and im struggling bad rn with my anxiety #like how do i just... change careers? i was stupid and didnt finish college #so all i have is 3 years as a waitress and 5 in my current industry #and im trapped because my company pays the best in our area so what now #im tired #i just needed to vent sorry #mental health #anxiety tw #kylees brain

[lilyginnyblackv2]

It always makes me laugh and roll my eyes when certain international anime fans try to act like Japan is some apolitical world that is free of anything “woke,” when Tiger and Bunny 2 is currently ranked #5 over on Netflix Japan’s Top 10 List (and it rose up from #7 to #5 over the past day, so I won’t be surprised if it keeps rising). This franchise was also voted as the best anime back in 2017 (literally #1) through an NHK poll with over 10,000 anime to choose from and with 600,000 votes (links can mess up visibility of posts sometimes, so I won’t link the ANN article on it, but you can find it with a quick google search).

So Tiger and Bunny is an extremely popular anime and the sequel is proving to be popular, well liked, and well received. Yet, this anime has all of the things that those certain international anime fans always moan and groan about being “Western ideals” and such. We have:

Under a Read More due to spoilers and length:

1. A black nonbinary character that goes by she/they pronouns in the English dub, is successful, and has been given a well written backstory that touches on the experiences of gender dysphoria, homophobia, transphobia, and not being able to find one’s place in society. That same character also experience her coworkers standing up for her and defending her against a transphobe.

Nathan is a successful business person and is treated like any other character in the show. In the first season, which came out nearly 11 years ago, there were some aspects of Nathan’s character that were not written as well as they could be, but Season 2, which is out now, has fixed this and those problematic elements of Nathan have disappeared from the show (but Nathan is not a perfect character either, none of them are).

2. An interracial marriage and interracial children. The thing to note here is that the wife is black, not white (which is more commonly found in anime), and no one bats an eye at this.

3. Ryan, a male character in the series, specifically refers to himself as a feminist in the dub. In the Japanese, he doesn't use that word (the Japanese loan word for feminist has a different meaning from its English counterpart anyway), but the sentiments he expresses are feminist in nature, so the translation works well. The talk they have on gender norms and expectations (ideas of protection vs. working together and viewing someone on the same level regardless of gender) are still the same in both the sub and dub.

4. Going along with this, there are young female characters in this series. The younger two are never, ever sexualized in any way. The series even shows the waitress in the local bar who, in the first season, wore a more sexualized outfit, now wearing a more practical outfit in S2.

One character that is sexualized (and was sexualized as a minor) was only ever done so when the series was being filmed from the in-series TV show camera perspective. It was also a point of concern for said female character's father, and works more as a social commentary on the whole concept of "sex sells" marketability and how that intersects with oversexualizing young women.

5. A creepy, gross stalker character returns. He tries to grope the female character and is just an all around creep / pervert. His actions are never shown as funny or something to hand wave away. He gets called out for being the creep that he is, and not in the usual "female character gets cartoonishly angry and calls their name in an angry tone" kind of way (which reads more like a call out that still tends to land more like a joke). No, he gets called out in a "you are going to jail, you sick creep" kinda way.

6. A rather prominent female character in the series puts on weight, and while this is commented on twice in the first episode, one being a comment one character said to themselves "Is that such and such?" and another a more direct commentary on said female character's weight gain. That latter comment was silenced the second after the character asked it. Since then, there has been no comments on this female character's appearance. She remains in a powerful position, nothing about her personality or habits have changed, her makeup, her outfits, and her attitude are all unchanged, and she is still listened to and respected.

8. One character calls out another for invading the privacy of two other characters.

7. A character that is heavily coded as neurodivergent is treated with dignity and respect, and the character that is actually shown having the hardest time to adapt to the others is actually the character that isn't neurodivergent. The series gives out the message that the other heroes should adapt to the neurodivergent character rather than forcing the neurodivergent character to adapt to them.

Edit: It has also been noted that rather than being neurodivergent this character's actions could be trauma responses. The way they have the other heroes learn to respond to him is a very positive thing either way.

And, well, the series is just largely queer in general. The way it presents its themes and explores the characters, their relationships, and certain societal issues is all just so queer. And this is a very popular series in Japan. But it also contains a lot of the things that a certain group of anime fans would scream and cry were "Western morals and ideals." I'm kinda grateful that Tiger and Bunny, especially Season 2, is kinda flying under the radar, because the anime community is starting to attract more and more fans who think like this. 

And it would be just straight up tiring to have to deal with views on this show (and the dub translation, they would likely all collectively lose their shit and say that the translator was trying to insert their own views and agendas into the dub translation because they used the word feminist...or something...ugh, I don't even want to think about it, lol).

But yeah, whenever I encounter one of those kinds of anime fans nowadays, I just think about Tiger and Bunny and laugh.

#tiger and bunny #taibani #t&b #tiger and bunny 2 #t&b2 #taibani2 #long post

[natsbaby]

Used to be Yours

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Singer!Reader

Summary: after everything that’s happened, was love truly enough?

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: angst, mention of cancer, mention of childhood trauma [physical and verbal], death of relative, funeral, moving on. lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: here’s the final part for the song fics series! This one’s inspired by She Used to be Mine from Waitress [so Y/N owns the song in this one but in the part where Y/N plays the song, imagine it as the melody part so one handed!] and this one is a little closer to home so I guess you can say this is an experience I’ve experienced personally, so I hope you guys enjoy this!

part 1, part 2

“Hey Y/N/N, do you wanna take like a 10-15 minute break? You’re not yourself today.” the producer in the tech booth cuts you off from your recording, asking you worriedly.

“I know I’m sorry. Yea let’s take a break” You sigh as you remove your headphones. You head back to the dressing room they let you use for the meantime, laying down on the couch as you sigh heavily.

It’s been 5 years since that fateful concert in New York, and 3 years since you last saw Scarlett. You two were in a rather stable relationship until eventually the distance of you being in London and Scarlett being in New York just drove you two apart. It was going to happen eventually that you wished you saw it coming. Although if you had to be honest, it was also your fault on why you two broke up.

You take out your notebook to find a song you’ve been writing. Once you find it, you get up and head to the little keyboard you were given to practice wherever you go. You sit down, putting the notebook in front of you. You play a few keys with one hand, taking a deep breath as you mentally prepare to sing the ending part of the song.

She is imperfect, but she tries

"Hey baby, you okay?” Scarlett asks as she looks at you worriedly through FaceTime. You nod your head, giving her a smile.

“Yea, I’m fine. My brothers and I just arrived at the folks’ place so I’m kinda tired from the travel” You didn’t want her to worry because these past weeks had been the hardest for you. You had to visit your parents because of your mother’s condition.

Scarlett sighs softly, looking to her left to check the time. “I can fly there you know, be there for you” she offers, making you shake your head no at her.

“Scar baby I can’t ask you to do that” you say softly making her smile warmly at you, feeling the warmth through the screen despite being thousands of miles apart.

“I want to, I’ll see you soon”

She is good, but she lies

You’re currently in your apartment with your brothers, trying to pack more things so you could hurriedly go back to your parents. As you pack, you see the tall stack of letters, sighing at how tall it is. You approach it, picking everything up as you scan through it. All you can see are bold red letters saying “URGENT” and you immediately know it’s from the banks you got loans from. You sit back on your bed, wondering how you’re gonna stay afloat. You groan in frustration, not knowing what to do. You feel the sudden weight of your dog whose laying on your lap, making you look at Sparky who’s giving you a sad look in his eyes. Your eyes soften at the puppy as you hug him tightly.

“I know buddy, but we’ll be fine. I promise. Maybe after all this, we could go away to New York for a bit. That would be fun, right?”

She is hard on herself,

You’re laying at the bed of one of your brother’s pickup truck, watching the stars in the parking lot of the hospital. You hear the leaves rustling, making you look up to see your girlfriend with a cup of hot cocoa.

“Have any room for one more?” Scarlett asks softly but smiles once you scoot over to the side and sitting up to make room for her. She sits down beside you, giving you the cup of hot cocoa. You take a sip as the two of you sit in comfortable silence.

“How’s your mom?” She asks after some time. You put down the empty hot cocoa cup as you lay down, she follows you as well laying beside you.

“Doctors aren’t sure if she’d make it. She’s unresponsive and bedridden right now” you say softly, not sure what you should be feeling with that. “Dad wants to make sure she has a shot in life so he’s putting everything in even though we keep telling him how we feel about the situation”

Your family went through a lot of hardships these past years. Both of your parents grew up through the second world war so life after that was just trying to create better opportunities for their future children. With that, your parents started to fight a lot as your mother ended up being a drug addict for some time and your father had to make sure she wouldn’t overdose and leave the children behind.

“That should be a good thing, right? Your father wants to make sure you have a mother” Scarlett asks as she looks at you. You sigh softly, turning to look at her. “Yea, but I can’t help but feel like it’s better to just.. stop, you know”

She is broken and won't ask for help.

“Dad you have to stop. She’s dying, you’re just making her suffer, making us suffer. The lawyers are coming after you and we’re not even sure what’s going to happen after her chemo” you argue with your father while he sighs and leans back from his chair. You’re currently in your father’s home office with your brothers, trying to figure out what to do next. The doctors mentioned that your mother might not have a chance to recover and would need to decide officially if it’s time or not.

“Y/N/N’s right dad, we’ve all given up. You and mom were never okay since we were kids so why keep going? We’re all adults now so you shouldn’t worry about our futures” Your older brother asks while leaning back against the wall, arms crossed.

“Just because we always fight, it doesn’t mean I’ll give up. I made a vow when we got married to stay together, through sickness and health.” Your father starts, making you roll your eyes as you sit down on the couch in his office. Your other brother who’s the eldest gently puts his hand on your thigh, trying to comfort you.

“Other than that, I can’t handle the fact that your sister isn’t married yet. I don’t want Scarlett or whoever she marries in the future to feel like Y/N has no chance with a family because she comes from a broken family.” Your father explains, making you glare at him.

“Scarlett will never think that way” you narrow your eyes at him, not okay with the idea of using your relationship in this way.

You remember all the late-night fights you would hear from your father’s office growing up, hearing every nasty word your mother would throw at your father. You also remember each harmful words she’d tell you growing up especially when you came out. Your brothers experienced all forms of physical abuse from your mother while you experienced all verbal abuse imaginable. That’s the reason why you never became close with your mother despite longing for it, and it didn’t help that your father feels this way with the situation.

You and your brothers had comfort in each other after you realized what’s truly going on behind closed doors, and you’d always run to your father as a kid asking what you’ve done wrong to get hurt. He’d always tell you that it’s never your fault, but you never believed him. You remember the feeling of loneliness, abandonment, and despair all the way to adulthood despite having loving siblings and a father.

Music became your escape from all the screams and your avenue to talk about your feelings without the awkwardness. However, you felt that the audience couldn’t handle the baggage you have if you were to use your personal life as the message of your music, hence the start of your career as the soulful singer.

“Whatever I give up. If you ever have to go on a vote, just let her die” you say bitterly as you get up, leaving your father’s office with the rest of your family to deal with the situation. You make your way to your backyard, seeing Sparky play with his ball. You smile slightly as he comes bolting at you, yapping happily. You sit down on the grass as you let him run around you. He lays down in front of you, relaxing as you give him belly rubs.

“Hey buddy, you like the backyard?” You smile at the little puppy as he yaps happily.

She is messy, but she's kind

You hear your phone ring, digging into your pocket and looking at your phone to see Scarlett’s caller ID. You answer the call, Sparky crawling onto your lap to see Scarlett as well.

“Hey, babe!” You grin at the sleepy blonde. “What’s up? Isn’t it like 2 am there?” You ask curiously making her chuckle a little.

“It is, but I haven’t heard from you in a few days. Wanted to check in on you” she says sadly, the guilt of your negligence coursing through your veins.

“I’m so sorry, but I’m here now” you start with a smile, gasping as Sparky jumps up and down on your lap to get Scarlett’s attention.

Scarlett grins at the little corgi, cooing at him through the screen. You smile as the two most important people [well, person and dog] interact in front of you. You think about what your father said about Scarlett and you know deep inside that Scarlett will never use the fact that you might have a broken family against you. You know that your relationship with her is doing really well, to the point that you already have the small and square box with a diamond hidden in your luggage to give her for when the time is right.

She is lonely, most of the time

You watch your mother’s casket being lowered onto the ground, a neutral face gracing your features. Sparky’s beside you in his little black tux, whining as he pats your leg gently. You look down at him, smiling softly at him and you sit down on the ground letting him crawl onto your lap. You watch as the people who attended the ceremony leave after giving their regards to your family. You feel Sparky sit up and look around making you look down at him curiously.

“What’s wrong?” You ask as he starts to bark in a direction, following his line of sight to see your girlfriend wearing a black dress with a matching black coat. You raise your eyebrow slightly as you let Sparky run to her.

Scarlett picks your dog up, giggling as he licks her face. She grins at the cute little doggie and makes her way to you. She sits down on the ground beside you, giving you a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

“Hey,” she says, letting Sparky go for him to roam around. You smile as you give her a quick peck on the lips. “I thought you’re filming in New Zealand”

“I can’t let you go through this on your own” your eyes soften at the sad tone, holding Scarlett’s hand as you give the back of her hand a kiss.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it but I’ll be fine” you start as you look at her, noticing the eye bags and tension on her shoulders. You open your arms for her to sit on your lap. You wrap your arms around her, nuzzling your face into her neck.

“I’m sorry for neglecting you. You don’t deserve it” you say softly, feeling Scarlett shake her head no slightly.

“It’s not your fault. Your mother just died and you guys were preparing for this day.” She reassures you as you pull back slightly, sighing softly.

“Yea, it’s been hectic but we’re surviving” you say softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Due to your mother’s medical bills, you and your siblings had to help pay for them causing your father to go bankrupt in the process. He lost literally everything so you and your siblings decided to stay longer than expected to make sure he’s okay.

What’s more surprising for Scarlett is that she hasn’t seen any of you cry over this. She knows that you and your family are grieving, but not a single person shed a tear. She’s worried that you haven’t really processed what’s going on or the news hasn’t sunk in so it was the reason why she decided to come to fly to you to make sure you’re okay.

“How’s your father and siblings?” She asks softly, wrapping her arms around your neck and fiddled with the stray strands of hair sticking out from your ponytail.

“They’re doing okay. The oldest’s planning to have our father stay with them until we figure out what he wants to do next. We feel like it’s safer for him to be with one of us until the banks back off from him” you smile sadly, feeling horrible for your poor father’s fate.

Since he also took loans to pay for chemotherapy, they started to demand the payments back but he couldn’t pay them back with all the savings going to your mother’s funeral and medical bills. You all pitched in to lessen the blow, but the bill reached up to almost half a million American dollars. It’s impossible to pay it back complete with all of your incomes combined, so it was decided to try and lay low until it can be fully paid.

“But we’re doing what we can so you shouldn’t worry, okay?” You smile at your girlfriend, but she knows better especially when your eyes have lost their sparkle since the last time she saw you months ago.

She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie.

“Scarlett I think we should break up”

Scarlett stares at you with all kinds of emotions from confusion to deep emotional pain as your words sink down to the pit in her stomach. You’re not meeting her eyes while you’re fiddling with your fingers nervously, a nervous habit she noticed from you when you started to date these past almost three years.

“Why?” She asks softly, worried that her voice would break as she tries to keep the tears down.

“With what my family’s going through and my travel back and forth between New York and London, I ended up neglecting you as a girlfriend and you honestly don’t deserve it. You deserve someone who’ll be with you no matter what” you explain, wiping a tear that escaped and rolled down your cheek.

“I also don’t want you to deal with someone whose family is close to going to jail. Besides, you’re a well loved actor, I can’t drag you down with me.. it’ll hurt way too much” you say softly, your voice cracking slightly making you clear your throat.

Scarlett’s heart breaks at your deflated and broken figure, noticing your weight loss and sunken complexion from the stress of trying to keep your family afloat. She knows how much you care for your father and siblings so the hit of your father’s financial issue really took a toll on the children of the family, especially now that the banks decided to take legal action against your family. You started to take more tour dates, write more songs for yourself and other famous singers just to get more income faster.

She sighs softly as she acknowledges your reason to break up which in reality is not what she thinks. She thinks that with the stress that you’re going through, she believes in her heart that your family will have to come first even though you would do anything to make it work. The idea of you initiating the break up in the first place already shows that you’ve done everything you could and it’s just over. What she doesn’t know is the true reason, which is because of what your father told you in his office months ago. You can’t handle the idea of Scarlett being labeled as someone she’s with whose mother is an ex drug addict.

She carefully approaches you, watching for signs of you retreating but smiling slightly to see none. She gently places her hands on your face, cupping your cheeks softly forcing you to look at her. She looks into your eyes to see the empty shell of the person she fell in love with, her heartbreaking into a million pieces as she speaks.

“It’s okay. You gave me the chance to be part of your life and it’s something I’ll always be grateful for. Even though we have to be apart, for now, we’ll meet again soon. We’re destined to be together but you need to take care of yourself before we allow ourselves to be one. Take care of yourself okay? We’ll be together again soon so this isn’t a goodbye. I love you beautiful, never forget that, okay?”

She is gone but she used to be mine

You sing as your voice breaks, finally breaking down after years of what you went through. Your entire body shaking from how much you're actually sobbing, crying onto the piano. The sudden hit of all the pain you've felt with your family and with Scarlett, you didn't expect to feel it all at once after singing that song you've written. You can feel your heart disintegrate inside your chest, the ripping and dissolving of each fiber bringing a deep ache that is unbearable. The memories of your time with Scarlett making everything worse as your sobs wreck through your entire body, gasping as you try to breath.

You wrote that song immediately after the breakup with Scarlett but you haven't had the chance to actually sing it because it hurt that much. You finally managed to calm down after crying for 30 minutes, ignoring all the knocks on the door from the people whose trying to get you back into the recording booth. You look down at the poor piano that's covered with your tears, chuckling sadly to yourself as you wipe the tears away with some tissues.

"How fitting, crying over a piece for the first time from a failed relationship" you mutter to yourself bitterly, throwing away the soiled tissues.

You look back at your notebook and close it, putting it away in your bag with intention of burning it when you get the chance. You look at the time and sigh softly, texting the producer that you're going home because you don't feel well anymore and that you're sorry. You put on a pair of shades to hopefully cover the puffiness of your eyes and some touch-ups, picking up your bag, and walk to the parking lot. You curse slightly under your breath at the strong downpour of rain you could hear through the walls of the building.

Your mind drifts to Scarlett for the first time in a while, wondering how she's doing since you stopped searching for her name after you found out she got together with someone named Colin. You didn’t bother following any more news about them since you didn’t think Scarlett would get together with someone after reassuring you all those years ago.

You open the door that leads to the parking lot to see a pair who were about to open the door, your head down as you try to dig for an umbrella in your bag. You look up as you hear voices then eyes widen as you see Colin Jost's arm wrapped around a 4 month pregnant Scarlett Johansson. You feel your world crumbling down around you as your eyes flicker between Colin’s arm and Scarlett’s baby bump.

With your focus on your family, you didn’t realize that your love life has sailed right in front of your eyes, already moving on and creating what you thought was a future with her. The thunder strike behind the couple taking you out of your thoughts, Colin putting their umbrella away as you and Scarlett lock eyes. Scarlett's eyes meet yours, gasping slightly as she realizes who it is. Colin's arm drops down to his side as Scarlett takes a step forward in which you take a step back.

"Y/N?" Scarlett asks softly, eyes softening as you take a step back and gripping the straps of your bag tighter in your fist while looking away.

“I-I“ you stutter, stopping yourself as you realize your stuttering to laugh a humorless and empty laugh, facing the couple in front of you.

“Wow, Destiny can really fuck you over without you realizing it” you give Scarlett the smile she once fell in love with years ago, now empty, broken, representing your now empty shell of a human being just put together with string. Her once broken heart breaking for the second time in her life, beyond repairable.

“Y/N/N pleas-“

“Congratulations, you make a beautiful couple and maybe a wonderful child together.” you cut her off, giving your regards to the couple as sincerely as you can while you feel the string that’s holding you together loosen up.

You give Colin a nod, in which he gives you a confused nod in return. You pass by the couple, walking under the rain just to get away as soon as you can. As you walk away, you can’t help but wonder if this is all your fault. The chilled shiver going down your spine as you realize that this is all your fault, and you’re just paying the consequences years later. You hear Scarlett calling for you as you walk away, ignoring her knowing that Colin will stop her from chasing after you.

As you reach your car, you pause for a moment to look back and see Scarlett being held back by Colin who’s trying to bring some sense into Scarlett’s mind. You give her one last smile, a smile goodbye with the rain pouring, drenching you from head to toe with your tears mixing with the rain.

You realize, in that moment, how fitting everything is. Your world turned gray, dark, and without a light at the end of it. Especially now with how Scarlett became the Symphony you were aimlessly looking for, eventually Falling in love in a Park where you thought a future was possible with her, and now, how she used to be yours.

#scarlett johansson imagines #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson #celebrity oneshots #natsbaby song fic series

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Burn The Witch 5 - Cross Your Heart [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Lying is supposed to be easy for spies.

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You were beginning to think undercover operations were some sort of punishments given to agents, because lying was one thing, but creating a whole life around that lie was another.

Not only were your knives replaced by a bunch of paintings on the wall, you now had some photos in frames; old photos of people you didn’t know, people who were supposed to be your “cover” family.

You’d still prefer to have your knives on the walls though.

“You’re my best friend, you’re supposed to be on my side!” you pressed the phone between your shoulder and your ear, and heard Chloe’s laugh.

“I am on your side, I just can’t do anything about your uniform.”

You plopped down on the couch, setting your heels down on the floor.

“Bucky might be from 1940s, but he knows that it’s the 21st century now,” you said, putting the heels on, “No reason to make me dress like a….weird pin up waitress.”

“It’s a part of your mission,” she reminded you, “What, you can kill a target with a wine glass but a pin up costume is where you draw the line?”

You clicked your tongue, “Anyone can kill someone with a wine glass. It’s not that hard.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Babe it’s not rocket science, you just break the bowl part, then use the stem to stab them in the—“ you got distracted when you opened the kitchen cabinet, “I’m sorry, why do I have so many kitchen supplies?”

She held her breath in excitement, “Do you like them?”

“I don’t know what to do with most of them.”

“Cover Y/N likes cooking!”

“And the real Y/N can’t stand her,” you deadpanned, making her stifle a laugh.

“So he hasn’t texted you yet?”

“Barnes?” you asked, “Not yet. Why?”

“Well, I took the liberty of taking a look at his messages the other day.”

“Oh God, don’t tell me,” you said, “He’s seeing someone else?”

“No no, not at all,” she said, “He’s totally single, and probably ready to mingle. With you, that is.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He and Wilson were talking about you the other day. Well, more like Wilson was telling him to get his shit together and ask you out.”

“I don’t think he’s the type to ask someone out via text,” you said, “I think he will come to the shop one of these days.”

“Why?”

“He looked sort of….” You searched for the word in your mind, “Uh-clueless?”

“Clueless?”

“Yeah, you know how assassins usually flirt,” you ignored her noise of disagreement, “He wasn’t like that.”

“You really need to focus on the personal details of his file.”

You scowled, “What is that supposed to mean?” you asked, “I know his favorite weapons, what knives he—”

“Personal file,” she repeated, “You know there’s more to people than their weapons of choice right?”

“I might have to engage in combat if I’m ever compromised, and do you know how many people walked away alive after engaging in combat with the Winter Soldier in all these decades?” you asked, “Three. Three people; Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, and they are legends. I might be good, but I’m not that good.”

“Just memorizing his arsenal can’t help you in this mission,” she said, “Did you know that he hasn’t exactly dated since becoming the Winter Soldier? His ex Connie ended up having 3 kids and a long career at the post office—“

“What am I supposed to do Chloe, stalk grandma’s Instagram?”

“No, she passed away 5 years ago.”

“Of course she did,” you mumbled, “Listen, I don’t have time for this. I’m already knee deep in my own cover, I can’t get into Barnes’s past when it’ll give me no advantage in the mission.”

“Y/N-“

“Trust me,” you cut her off, looking in the mirror to fix your uniform, “I have everything under control.”

                                              ***

You had maybe like one thing under control and that was the milkshake you were currently pouring into a mason jar. After a crash course in different recipes yesterday, you barely needed any help from your coworkers and seeing that the shop wasn’t very crowded, you didn’t have to rush.

And now you knew how to make three things; pasta, eggs and milkshakes.

If Keith were here, he would’ve said those were 3 main food groups.

“Tara, we’re running low on maraschino cherries,” you said as you shook the can and your new coworker turned to you.

“Oh that’s okay, there’s another jar are under the counter.”

You put the cherry over the whipped cream, and handed the jar to her. “There you go.”

“Another week of working here and you will come up with your own recipes,” she said, “Tell me the truth, are you like a spy sent by a rival company?”

You stared at her, then forced a laugh.

“I wish,” you said, “Maybe I’d be paid more.”

“Good point,” she said and walked to give the milkshake to the customer while you put the empty jar aside, then went under the counter to search for a new jar.

“Strawberries….” You read the labels out loud as you heard the wind bells chime by the door, “Figs, berries—cherries!”

You reached out to grab the jar and stood up but as soon as you did, you caught the sight of the figure by the door and held your breath, the jar slipping from your grip before you caught it mid-air.

“Bucky.” You breathed out, before you remembered to plaster a smile on your face.

Naïve, soft hearted civilian.

He stole a look around as if he expected someone to attack him at any seconds in a milkshake shop before he stepped closer to the counter you were standing behind.

“Hi.”

“Hi-hi there!” you said, putting the jar down, “You came!”

“You sound surprised,” he smiled and you shrugged your shoulders, shooting him a mischievous look,

“Better late than never, I suppose.”

He hissed in a breath, “Ouch, was it that late?”

“Just a little,” you said “So what can I get you?”

He looked up at the board over the wall, “What are my options?”

“Well, we have Unicorn Cotton Candy, Pumpkin Spice Latte, Candy Cane Passion, Lavender Macaron—“ you stopped talking when you saw the clueless look on his face and cleared your throat, “Or hey, maybe chocolate? We have chocolate milkshake.”

“Chocolate sounds good.”

“Coming right up.” You took a mason jar from the shelf to get to it and he grabbed his wallet, making you raise your brows.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Oh come on—”

“I’m going to make you an overly complicated milkshake if you try to pay for this,” you warned him, shaking the can before putting whipped cream on top of the milkshake, “It’s on the house, I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” he said quickly, making you point at him with the straw.

“Either way, I’m warning you. I’m armed and dangerous.”

“Consider me intimidated,” he said with a grin as he put the cash into the tip jar and you narrowed your eyes.

“Bucky.”

“Well technically, tip doesn’t count.”

“I wonder where I heard that before,” you muttered under your breath while he walked to pull himself a seat.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” you said, reminding yourself that your cover probably wouldn’t make dirty jokes and went to place the milkshake in front of him.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” You waved a dismissive hand and rested your elbows on the counter, leaning in slightly.

He was gentleman enough to not check out your cleavage, instead kept his gaze on your face, making you suppress a smile.

“You were right,” Bucky said, his eyes darting around the café after a couple of seconds, “About how this place looked. It is creepily accurate.”

“Really?”

“I mean we didn’t have a neon flowers corner, but…” he trailed off, “Yeah. Yeah, I would say so.”

“Is that why you look like you expect someone to jump out of shadows and attack you?” you asked and his head shot up before he scrunched up his face.

“That obvious?”

“Not that I have lots of experience but so far none of the customers looked this uncomfortable while drinking a milkshake,” you said, “Is it because deep down you actually wanted to try Unicorn Cotton Candy?”

“Oh no, I’m good with classics,” He held up his milkshake, “No I just think that I’m a bit….uh, rusty.”

“Rusty,” you repeated, “On what?”

“On this.”

You batted your lashes, looking up at him and you could almost feel him being lured in.

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow,” you said softly after a beat and he gulped, taking a deep breath.

“It’s just that you’re—“ he cleared his throat, “You’re very beautiful and it’s been decades since I last asked someone out for a date.”

Winter Soldier, credited with over 100 assassinations, you reminded yourself Don’t lower your guard, it’s just a cover.

Don’t believe in your own cover.

You bit down a smile, tilting your head.

“Well, I didn’t think you were rusty,” you said and he raised his brows.

“You didn’t?”

“Not at all,” you said, “For the record, I’m definitely going to say yes.”

“Are you?”

“Absolutely,” you grinned, “Once you actually ask me, that is. With words, not an implication.”

His smile was almost playful, “With words, huh?”

“I’m old fashioned like that,” you taunted him, “Let’s see how we can make it less awkward for you though. Would you feel more comfortable to ask me out if you knew some weird stuff about me?”  

“You know, that would help a lot actually.”

You tapped your fingernails on the counter, looking up at the ceiling, pretending to be in deep thought. Your superiors had always said the best cover stories were somehow based on real life without revealing your identity, so you figured telling him random things about you wouldn’t hurt or put the mission in danger.

“Well, I really like grapes but I don’t like the skin, so I end up peeling every grape I eat, one by one,” you counted with your fingers, “I watched a documentary once and now I can’t swim in any lakes because I keep thinking I’ll get attacked by that weird flesh eating bacteria. When I was sixteen, I was the president of the chess club but I had a boyfriend who didn’t believe in the moon landing—”

“I heard about the moon landing!” he said quickly, “I didn’t get around to watch it yet though.”

“Oh my God, you should.”

“What else?”

“I’m scared of peacocks,” you confessed, “I know everyone says they’re beautiful but they look like they’re waiting for the right time to attack you.”

He looked like he was fighting with himself not to laugh and he pressed his metal fist on his lips, his whole attention on you.

“You can’t laugh!” you exclaimed and he shook his head, trying to look as serious as possible.

“I’m not!” he managed to hide his chuckle with a cough, “Keep going, this is very helpful.”

You heaved a sigh. “Well, do you want to hear the most embarrassing one?”

“Absolutely.”

“I normally keep my phone on mute 24/7 but since last week it’s been on full volume because I was terrified I’d miss something important.”

The amused light in his eyes got softer and he lowered his hand, a smile warming his face.

Hook, line…

“I was um— I was hoping for you to call, you see.” you said, averting your gaze from him to look down for a second, biting on your lip.

His voice was raspy; “Were you?”

You shrugged your shoulders, mumbling an inaudible maybe, and his eyes trailed down to your lips before snapping up to lock your gaze in his.

“What time do you get off work today?”

And sinker.

Time to pull back.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth, “I work at the soup kitchen tonight.”

“Oh –I thought you said it was on Mondays and Wednesdays.”

“I did, I’m just covering for a friend tonight. Family emergency, she says.” you said and pushed your hair behind your ear, shifting your weight, “But my shift is over at 6 tomorrow and I can be ready around 7, I live really close by. If you’re- if you’re free, that is.”

“I am.”

“It’s a date, then.”

“It’s a date,” he repeated and stood up, “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“See you tomorrow Bucky.” You smiled as he walked out of the shop and Tara came closer to you.

“Wow, you’ve been here a month and you met someone that hot?” she said and winked at you, “Good job there.”

Right.

Good job.

                                             ***

“So, wait—“ Chloe came closer to sit between you and Keith, holding a huge bowl of popcorn, “He just showed up?”

“Mm hm.”

“And you have a date tomorrow?”

Keith uncapped your beer and handed you the bottle as you rested your feet on the coffee table.

“You’re being careful, aren’t you?” he asked you and you nodded.

“Sure.”

“He doesn’t suspect anything?”

“No, he’s buying this whole naïve soft hearted civilian thing,” you said while Chloe snatched the remote from Keith’s hand, ignoring protests.

“And are you?”

You dragged your eyes from the list of movies on the screen. “I want a horror movie.”

“Well too bad, I want an action movie.”

“We’re watching a rom-com and that’s final!” Chloe pointed at both of you, making you groan.

“Why does this keep happening?” Keith asked to no one in particular and she snapped her fingers.

“It’s my turn and my place so I pick the movie,” she said and shot you a look, “I’m still waiting for an answer, by the way. You don’t….you don’t have feelings for Barnes, right?”

Keith stole a look at you before turning to Chloe,

“I don’t think our dear friend here wants a relationship beautiful,” he told her, “Not after what happened the last time.”

You could feel the goosebumps rising on your arms as a shiver ran down your spine.

“I don’t even know Barnes all that well yet, but I can assure you he’s not the type to—“ you paused, “Do something that cowardly.”

Keith gritted his teeth. “Where is that asshole anyway?”

“Hungary,” Chloe said and you raised your brows.

“Undercover?”

“Yeah. I hope he gets compromised and dies there.”

“Very unlikely,” you murmured, “Anyways, what brought this on? My feelings for Barnes?”

“It’s just that I recently read Vincent Smith’s file,” she said, “You guys remember Vincent?”

“Who?”

“His code name was Marco.”

“Oh, I remember Marco!” Keith said, “That guy took down a whole unit by himself. What happened to him?”

“He is missing.” Chloe said and you pulled your brows together.

“Since when do agents go missing and we don’t know where they are?”

“Since they fall for the target.”

“No way,” Keith chuckled, “Badass spy Marco fell in love? Poor idiot.”

“You’re a terrible person, Keith.”

You sat up straighter, “Wait, did you say he fell for the target?”

“Yeah, I saw the reports from his handler. And now he’s missing, and I don’t want you to run away with Barnes like Marco did with his target.”

You and Keith exchanged glances and you clicked your tongue.

“Chloe babe, he’s not missing.” you said “He’s dead.”

She pulled back slightly, “You don’t know-“

“Yes I do. You don’t fall for the target and compromise the whole mission, not unless you want to end up dead.”

“There’s no report of that,” she insisted and Keith sipped his beer.

“What did his report say, sweetheart?”

“That he was removed from his mission before going missing.”

Keith scoffed, “Rest in peace Marco, you won’t be missed.”

“How do you know—“

“Because that’s the code,” you said, “If the report says he was removed from his mission and went missing, it means he was killed by an agent on our side.”

“We killed our own agent?” she exclaimed and you turned the beer bottle in your hand,

“He stopped being our agent the moment he fell for the target.”

Chloe covered her mouth with her hands, worry etched into her expression, “Y/N, please, please promise me you won’t somehow get too involved in this mission and fall for Barnes and put yourself in danger.”

You let out a small laugh, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“It’s the Winter Soldier we’re talking about,” you reminded her and chewed on the popcorn, “Trust me, that would never happen.”

“Cross your heart?”

You heaved a sigh and clinked your beer bottle with hers.

“Cross my heart honey,” you assured her, “There’s no way I’d sign my own death warrant by doing something that stupid.”  

Chapter 6

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more than words - pt.1

A/N: I’ve had this in my head for forever and a half so it feels good to finally sort my thoughts and random notes out. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The one person who you thought would be happy for you finally getting with someone decent was your best friend. After all, he had set you both up. Who would’ve thought he’d be the reason it all falls apart?

Pairing: best friend!Benny Miller/f!reader, Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, mentions of sexual acts/sexual refences (no smut yet but it’s coming so this is strictly 18+)

pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5 / pt.6

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Wednesday nights were pizza nights. A rule established in the early stages of your friendship with Benjamin Miller – a loud mouth, golden hearted ex-spec ops mess of a human being. A chance meeting one stormy day on the freeway, led to something you weren’t expecting – a friendship, and a solid one at that.

“– she damn near tried to suck the life out of me!”

“Jesus Ben, there are kids a table over.”

“So? They shouldn’t be eavesdroppin’ on conversations that don’t concern them.” He grins lopsidedly at your scowl of disapproval, ripping off a mouthful of pizza and humming as he chews it, head swaying to the faint music playing behind the bar. “You’re payin’, by the way.”

You snort quietly, “Don’t I always?”

He recoils, blinking in playful surprise. “Excuse you? I paid last…” he trails off, eyes rolling to the wall as he thinks but a frown soon pinches his brows. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I love you and I appreciate you.”

You laugh quietly, shaking your head as you signal for another round. “Anyways, reverting to our previous topic before you got carried away with your blowjob story.”

He makes a noise, snapping his fingers as he tries to rush chewing and swallowing his mouthful. “So,” he starts, “I’ve got a friend…”

You groan immediately, letting your head lull back. “Ben –”

This wasn’t anything new. Benny took it as his own personal mission to fix you up with anyone he thought could give you a good time and treat you well. Friends, colleagues, Hell – even his brother at one point. Will was lovely, by all means, but not your type. Both you and Will had agreed you were not a match in the slightest early in the evening, enjoyed a night of beer and pool, and then went your separate ways.

Although, now that you thought about it, Ben hadn’t mentioned setting you up with anyone for a long while. Not since before his mysterious trip.

You still didn’t know anything about it, other than he and some old work friends went on an apparent ‘vacation’. It was more than that – you knew it, and he knew you knew it, but you didn’t push the topic. Instead of interrogating him, forcing question after question on him, you let it go, sensing it was something he really didn’t want to talk about.

He had returned from that trip a few months ago, heavy with exhaustion and usually bright eyes dull and weary. You tucked him into your bed, and left him. He slept for hours. It wasn’t until much later that evening that you crept in to see how he was doing, and found him thrashing silently in the sheets, sweaty and incoherently mumbling, face pinched and puckered in pain. You didn’t wake him. Instead, you knelt beside the bed, softly stroking along his forehead until his erratic movements and breathing calmed. You didn’t bring it up.

“I know, I know,” he threw his hands up in defence with a small grin, “but I think you’ll like this one.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“No, I mean it this time. He’s a real good guy – one of my closest. I think you guys would really hit it off. I haven’t tried to set you up before because he was with the chick but she upped and left him alone with the baby and –”

“Sorry, what?”

“What?”

“He has a baby? Like a… like a child?”

Benny frowns defensively, “You’ve always said you want kids!”

“It’s still a huge commitment, Ben.”

“Jesus, I’m not walking you down the aisle! Just meet him and see where it goes. If it ends in some good sex, you say ‘thank you Ben’ and we move on. And if it ends in something more, you guys take it slow and buy me wings as a thank you.” He shrugs, looking thoroughly impressed with himself, and reaches for his beer, polishing it off in one swig.

“And what if it ends in bad sex?” You challenge, crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward to eye him critically.

He scoffs, “Woman please. I know my brothers. You’ll be in good hands.”

You take a moment to thank the waitress as she stops at your table with your beers. She lingers just a little on passing Ben his, an act he didn’t miss as he shoots her a wink and a honeyed, thanks sugar. She smiles, cheeks flooding with colour before she turns and waltzes off towards other customers, swinging her hips as she goes.

You’re expressionless when he finally turns back to you, “Sugar?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Façade cracking, a snicker falls past your lip and you chuckle. “Alright,” you concede, “you’ve got my interest. What’s his name?”

“Fish.”

… what?

“Come again?”

“Francisco – we call him Fish. Catfish, actually.”

“Your age?”

“Bit older.”

You sigh deeply, rolling your head on your shoulders in thought. You were curious, no doubt about it. Despite never being able to make anything last long-term out of the list of men Benny had set you up with, none of them were bad guys. They were all kind, funny and incredibly respectful. One great thing about Benjamin Miller was that he had an impeccable taste in character.

“I don’t know, Ben –”

He slips his phone from his pocket and swipes away at his screen before wordlessly handing you the device. It was a photo, taken from one of Benny’s many weekend trips into the wilderness. Your eyes are dragged from the incredible background of snow peaked mountains and lush green forests to the man standing beside Benny, tucked under his arm. Average build and height, a well-loved trucker cap hiding dark hair. Warm brown eyes, crinkled from a large dimpled grin between dark patched facial hair.

Benny, seeing the sudden spark of interest, grins around his beer bottle. “So, I’ll slip him your number?”

You tighten your jaw and hand his phone back, sniffing impassively as you reach for your beer. “If it means you’ll leave me alone, then fine.” You mutter coolly, ignoring his quiet chuckle.

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“Wait, wait – you have a best friend and it’s not one of us? I’m cut, Benny. Cut real deep.” Santiago Garcia was curious, to say the least. For years, he had known the youngest Miller and he had never mentioned anyone beyond their little circle or their families. “She cute?”

Benny huffs a chuckle, leaning across the pool table and lining up the final ball. “Hell yeah, she’s cute.”

“Where you been hiding her?”

“She moved away – only came back late last year.”

Santi hums, “Ironhead – she cute?”

Will half smiles, dragging his attention away from the pool table to shrug. “She’s alright.”

His bait works. Benny snaps it up – hook, line and sinker. He stands abruptly from his shot, cue just skimming the white ball, and points an angry finger in his brother’s direction, “I won’t take that shit. She’s a damn angel and you know it.”

Will chuckles to himself before returning his attention to Santi. “Yeah, she’s cute. Show ‘em.”

Benny briefly steps away from the pool table, opens his phone and brings up your Instagram profile, throwing it to Pope and letting him scroll through your feed.

“How come you’ve met her and we haven’t?” Pope aims his question at the older Miller brother, currently bent over the table and pocketing the black ball.

He half shrugs, straightening. “He set us up. It didn’t work out.”

Santi’s face puckers into a teasing glower, and he pouts at the younger Miller. “So, what? You set everyone else up and just leave me to die alone? What’s that about, Benjamin?”

Benny holds his arms out in obvious exaggeration, gesturing deliberately to himself. “You’ve got me.”

Frankie quietly sips his beer and watches in fond amusement, content to stay in the background and away from the bickering. Like Santi, his interest had been piqued but he was somewhat nervous about the situation. He already had feelings of apprehension returning to the dating scene after the shit show of a year he’d had, and those feelings tripled when it came to potentially dating someone close to one of his longest friends. He hadn’t dated in years. He was rusty. What if he disappointed you and Benny ended up kicking his ass? It could get messy real quick.

“I don’t know, man.” He finally pipes up, crossing his arms comfortably across his torso and reclining in the bar stool after peaking over Santi’s shoulder and at the screen he was lazily scrolling through. Ha. Way out of his league. “This kinda shit never works.”

“You sayin’ she’s not good enough for you?”

Frankie shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “You know I’m not.”

“Sounds like you are.”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I’ll take his spot. Give me her number.” Santi holds a hold out, clicking his fingers impatiently when Benny merely rolls his eyes. Pope grins, settling back into his seat and elbowing Frankie softly. “I think you should go for it, man. She seems great, and you need to get back out there.”

“I can’t, I’ve got Mena –”

“And Mena’s got her tío. Go for it. You’re just looking for excuses – no seas cobarde.”

Frankie chews on his lip as he gives it a bit of thought, wondering what’s the worst possible case scenario that could come from it. A busted lip? His self-image in ruins? Scared off from dating for the rest of his life? All things he could live with.

“… alright.”

Immediately, Benny perks up from setting the pool table with a large grin. “Yeah?”

Fish sighs, long and drawn out as Pope playfully pokes his side. “Yeah. Give me her number, I’ll message her now.” Before he freaks and changes his mind.

Maybe he was just thinking too much. What’s the worst that could happen?

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Tags: @anu-simps​

#francisco morales x reader #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x you #frankie morales x you #francisco morales x f!reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales #francisco morales #benny miller x reader #benny miller #triple frontier #pedro pascal x reader

[burnedbyshoto]

life is not a shoujo manga

— Kaibara believes that his life with you could be a shoujo manga. Why? One, he’s in love with you and two, you work at a maid cafe he is prohibited from visiting. But nothing happens in life without doing what you’re told NEVER to do.

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pairing: kaibara sen x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, modern!au, reader is a sex worker, maid cafe but make it kinky, dubcon (spoiler: reader just services kaibara despite his embarrassment), semipublic sex, master and maid dynamic/kink, blow job, sex on a table, marking

word count: 4,570

a/n: this is for the bnharem collab for sex work lmaoooo, this was hella inspired by maid-sama,,, kinda sorta, not really, but hey!!!! check out the rest of the masterlist and I hope you enjoy this!!! happy birthday to me :D

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Kaibara Sen was pretty confident in the fact that he was not in a shoujo manga.

There are, however, some claims that he can unashamedly admit make him believe that he might be in one. Here is his gathered evidence:

1. He had a crush on a girl (you) that was practically written to be nothing more than a crazy, hopeful fantasy.

Explanation:

Kaibara has known you for his entire life, but you, the airheaded, mind focused on only those around you, had never noticed him. You were bright, intelligent, witty, with blazing eyes and a curling smile, you were an enigma in the world, and he was a bystander just waiting for a day when you would notice him. Popular as you were, Kaibara knew he stood no chance at ever playing a role in your life. There was no room for his initial stoic personality, the way that he walks away from you as you near because, god forbid, you see his ears tinge pink.

All in all, you never knew he existed, and his crush would have to remain one-sided and unknown. But you see, reason number two is yet a testament to his denied belief that he lives a shoujo manga.

2. He had gained your attention one day by catching you one day when you tripped off a brick wall.

Explanation:

Talk about falling into the arms of the one you’re destined for! Kaibara had been walking home from the end of his first year of high school, and as he turned a corner, there came a yell and he looked up to see a body plummeting towards him. With adrenaline coursing through his veins and superhuman strength supplying him the strength and ability to catch you, Kaibara caught you bridal style. He held you there for a few moments, the air suddenly blowing and the blossoming cherry blossoms swirling with the winds. He swore your eyes brightened at the moment you locked eyes.

3. He had a (former) love rival.

Explanation:

Pretty self-explanatory, Kaibara would admit. Before his introduction to you, another male student in your class had been essentially building up his intentions to ask you out. Kaibara wasn’t one to step on people’s toes; he respected people too much and often just didn’t want to spend energy where he thought was unnecessary. But you were never unnecessary. Kaibara wanted you and found himself clashing heads with this other love rival, but he seemed to have won the moment Kaibara was accepted into the same university as you.

4. You were working at a maid cafe.

Explanation:

Kaibara did not have an older sister for no reason. Maid-Sama and Ouran Highschool Host Club were constantly on repeat when he was growing up! Because of this selected memory and application, he believed that time and time again, whenever maids were involved — or any type of service job — it was shoujo material.

Four points and that was four more points than most romances, and Kaibara was convinced that he was in line to become the main star of a real-life adaption of some obscure shoujo manga. All he had to do now was seal the deal and get you, his now best friend of nearly four years, to fall in love with him.

“I have work tonight,” you sigh from your place on Kaibara’s bed, your face twisted in a dissatisfied pout, feet kicking a bit on the mattress. 

“Call out,” Kaibara simply replied, his head resting upon yours as you both watched an old All Might film. “I don’t understand why the maid cafe is open so late anyways. Who’s even awake and wanting to go out?”

You chuckle at his words, fingers tapping on your thigh — as they do when you’re a bit nervous.

“It’s a cafe for foreigners and people who are up late,” you repeat the same line you always say when Kaibara asks why you would go in so late. “It works out, and it pays well.”

“How long is your shift tonight?”

“Ten until three.”

Kaibara groans, “that’s rough.”

You snicker a bit in unknown irony, “you have no idea.”

Time passes, and Kaibara realizes that it’s nearly nine-thirty by the time you pull away from the small mirror on Kaibara’s desk (he bought it so that you could do your makeup in his room), and he looks at you in your beautiful form. You looked ethereal in the makeup, big eyes, and painted pretty lips. You turned to look at him, a grand grin painting your lips, and for whatever reason, a spoof of unspoken for confidence, Kaibara feels himself speaking before he can stop himself.

“Go on a date with me? Next weekend?”

You froze, before chuckling, lips splayed in a lazy grin, “you’d want to date a maid?”

“Undoubtedly.”

Kaibara watched as you flustered a bit, teeth tugging and tearing into your lower lip as you shook your head. “You’re a dork, Sen,” you push back a strand of hair as you stand up, “but let me think about it? As much as I love the idea of potentially being your girlfriend, I need to think about how you would feel about my job.”

And Kaibara smiled despite himself, his mind thinking about how sometimes shoujo protagonists often deny their own feelings at first. Not that his life was a shoujo manga anyways.

“I can do that.”

You laugh, the sound pretty and light on his ears, and you shake your head. Kaibara warmed at the sound and stood up too, already knowing that it was time for you to leave.

“Alright, but I must leave you now, my eternal love,” you grin, speaking with a mock accent. Your arms open for your goodbye hug he has since been accustomed to giving you when you both went separate ways. “I bid thee well when I’m away for the week.”

Ah yes, you would be gone for an entire week on account of a school trip you were taking.

“I do not know how I may live without you at my side, but I will try,” Kaibara spoke back with a low accent, too, his smile hidden in your neck as he hugged you near. “Have a good shift, and be safe on your trip.”

“Obviously!”

Two things about your job besides the obvious (that it was a maid cafe) that Kaibara knew.

1. You made a lot of money there.

He wasn’t all too sure as to why. He’s been to a maid cafe before and has definitely been called Kaibara-sama by pretty-faced females in French maid costumes. He knew that it was a popular place for otaku men and foreigners, but he also knew that pay range-wise, it wasn’t that much better than a typical waitress job.

2. Under no circumstances should he, or anyone for that matter, follow you to work or try to see you while you worked.

This made sense to Kaibara even if he didn’t particularly agree. There was no denying that he wanted to see you in a maid costume, he’d be a liar if he said otherwise, but he realized how embarrassing it could be for you. The fact that he knew where you worked was good enough for him.

Kaibara sighed, his body collapsing onto his bed, and he pulled out his phone. He checked the time on his phone and smiled, seeing that at this point, you were already at work because you sent a text saying that you had arrived. A small notification warning him that his phone was about to die pinged on his screen, and he frowned, hand reaching for his charger.

But instead of the white cord, his hand grasped onto the rose gold charging cable he knew was yours. You needed the charging cable; you were leaving on a trip basically right after work! Kaibara’s mouth twisted, weighing his options in his head. He knew that you had no other charging cables; you had a knack for breaking them without meaning to. 

Shaking his head, he stood up.

This was about your charger for your phone.

It would be okay! He would simply step foot into the maid cafe, hand your coworker (he was hopeful he would see you) your charger, and leave! He wouldn’t stay! Nope! Not at all.

Kaibara nodded at his resolution and pocketed your charger before turning on his heel and marching out of his room.

It took a bit to get to the cafe.

Fushi’s Maid Cafe is what it was called.

Its hours of operation were quite weird, at the very least in Kaibara’s opinion. On its website, it said that it was open between 11 am and 5 pm, a reasonable range for its demographic; however, there were many times in which you would go in much later in the night. You were in a 10 pm until 3 am shift after all.

It was currently midnight as the trains were down for the night, and Kaibara had resolved to walk a near hour to drop off your charger. He didn’t really mind, especially if he sees you in that costume.

‘No!’ Kaibara thought, ‘you’re in a shoujo manga, not a hentai!’

He frowned, remembering to continue to claim that he was not living in a shoujo manga, and strode to the door. Confidence in every step, his game plan being repeated time and time again. 

Kaibara swung open the door, readying himself to hear the onslaught of a chorus of ‘Welcome home, Master!’ but instead… oh…

He froze.

“F-Fukuda-samaaaaa!”

He blinked.

And as the door closed behind him, the most fucked out, blissful voice that he had only heard in his wettest of dreams called out, “Welcome home, Kaibara-sama…”

Kaibara locked eyes with you sitting alone at a table, your eyes laced with blissful lust, lips pouty and wet. The maid costume you had on exposed your beautiful breasts, shoving the curves, the tender flesh, and your sweat shined softly off it. Kaibara felt his breathing become shallower yet deeper as the sounds of meeting wet sex, lewd cries, the maids begging for more, demanding more. The clients — the masters — speaking in tongues as they fucked the women against the chairs, tabletops, anything in which they could balance. 

Oh.

It made sense why you never wanted anyone to follow you to work.

Kaibara had been so caught up in the scene before him, the somehow sex maid cafe themed orgy (sexy party? But there was no group sex minus the man in the back fucking three maids!) that he hadn’t noticed you approach him. He tensed yet again when your hands fisted into his shirt, your warm breath brushing against his exposed collarbones, a curling sweetness emitting from your person and knocking his breath away yet again.

“Kaibara-sama, I never expected you to finally come. I’ve missed you,” you whine, pressing your body so close to his. Your stocking-covered thighs were brushing against his slowly awakening dick. 

“Y-Y/n,” Kaibara stuttered, and he winced at how not part of the plan that was. “I-I thought this was a maid cafe?”

“We are a maid cafe,” you sigh as if he was asking an amusing yet dumb question. Your arms wrapping around his neck, and hips rolling against his. “We service our masters however they see fit! I wanna help Kaibara-sama feel good now that he’s here.”

Kaibara hisses under his breath, the feeling of your thigh rubbing against his growing dick insatiable as it is slightly uncomfortable due to the rough fabric of his jeans. “I’m here to drop off your charger! You forgot it! I-I’m leaving after this.”

You grin, your laughter bell-like in his ear as you nuzzle your nose against the smooth curve of his neck. “I left it there on purpose; I wanted Kaibara-sama to follow me here and see if he could still love me like this.” Goosebumps flash across his body, and Kaibara whines at the back of his throat as you begin walking backward, taking him to the table where you once sat. “I never wanted Kaibara-sama to see me like this, never wanted Kaibara-sama to see and know what a big whore I am before he confessed his feelings to me. But Kaibara-sama followed me to my work and didn’t run away… I’m so blessed.”

Your hands landed on his chest, and Kaibara yelped as you shoved him onto the spacious, comfortable chair before the table. Your teeth bit into your lower lip, eyes practically glowing with lust as a single sleeve began descending from your shoulder.

Kaibara suddenly forgot how to breathe.

“I’m at your service, Kaibara-sama,” you whisper, eyelashes fluttering. “How may I help you?”

Kaibara was going to respond eloquently and affirmatively that he didn’t need you to service him, but the Kaibara-sama sounded so lovely.

“I— um, well— I— ohmygoD!” 

Kaibara nearly leaped out of his own skin as you pushed his knees apart and kneeled before him. Your eyes locked on his before glancing down to the prominent bulge in his pants. You grin, fingers stretching out and eagerly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his hard cock in less than ten seconds.

“Wowwww,” you breathe, eyes lighting up at the still hardening dick you were holding in your hands. “Kaibara-sama… you’re so big!”

You stared at the easily nine-inch dick in your hands, the slight curve to it making your core burn, and the bluish veins dancing under the skin making your mouth water. He was better than what you had expected him to be, and you wanted to know how he tasted, how he felt in your mouth and your pussy. 

His erratic breathing caught your attention, and you looked back up at him, the scarlet on his cheeks, the expression that told you that he was battling instinct and morals. It was up to you, his maid, to make the decision for him, it seemed.

“I’ll take good care of you, Kaibara-sama,” you promised, heart hammering in your chest as you leaned forward, and without much of an issue, swallowed at least half of his cock.

Kaibara’s reaction is instantaneous; the near howl of pleasure and surprise ripping from his throat is a sound you’re almost unfamiliar with. He was such a serious man; even when he was comfortable and energetic, there was a sense of seriousness to him. There was a time, however, that you remember him being near-feral, demanding, excited. It was when there was a competition or when his feelings truly and utterly overcame him. You smiled around his cock, your teeth barely scraping the length of his cock, and giggled.

You overwhelmed him.

But there was no time for celebrations, no time to think about how you were serving your master to the best you could; his hands were suddenly fisted into your hair, and his hips rolled up into you, fucking your throat. Tears sprung in your eyes, the uncomfortable sensation of his cock flushes down your throat, pressing so heavy on your tongue.

“F-Fuck, this feels so fucking good!” Kaibara gasps, his eyebrows scrunching and hips lifting off the seat to continue face fucking you. 

You relax your throat as best you can, chokes and gags pittering out of your mouth despite your best attempts. You hum, forcing your throat to allow the tip of his cock to go even further down your throat. Kaibara moans loudly, the noises he makes dripping down your back, making you feel sweaty, hot, and flush. His noises stir the heat between your thighs, making one of your hands go down beneath the layers of your puffy skirt to press to your throbbing clit, desperate to relieve the building, untouched tension.

“No!” Kaibara hisses, a single hand leaving your head to grab onto your wandering hand and bringing it back up. You yelp around his cock at the sudden movement, and you’re forced to come off his cock with haggling, rough coughs. Tears fall down your cheeks, and there's a thick line of saliva and precum trailing between the tip of his cock and the bottom of your lip. “You’re my maid, right?”

You cough, your lungs are burning with wrongly swallowed saliva, and the recent asphyxiation you had. Cocking your head to the side, you startle when he suddenly leans in near, pinching your cheeks between two fingers and drawing you near him.

“Answer me, y/l/n-chan.”

“Y-Yes!” you squeak, swollen lips trembling and your breathing hitching as you shiver. There was a fire in his eyes, a type of lust-fueled rage that made your skin tingle and crawl in the sweetest of ways. “I’m here to service Kaibara-sama.”

“Then why are you trying to relieve yourself?” he snaps, face so near you want to kiss him, and you whimper because his scolding and humiliation do nothing to ease the fire in your cunt… it only ravages it, letting it fester into a raging wildfire. “You’re here for me, your master, so fuck me — focus on just me.”

“Yes, Kaibara-sama!” you shiver, body tingling as you reclaim his cock in your mouth.

And unlike before, where Kaibara merely sounded like a man who was feasting upon the food of the gods, he sits up straighter, more commanding, a man who sat in his chair knowing his worth. He took on the deception of a master.

“Hold my dick with your hands,” Kaibara grunts, hands fisting the hair at the nape of your neck and forcing your head to tilt up towards him. “I can’t trust you.”

You nodded your head, hands coming up to hold onto the base of his cock that your mouth couldn’t take in. You were fucking him diligently and intently with your mouth, driving him further down, your tongue and hollowed cheeks doing all it could to please your master. You sucked his dick with the intention of promising him that you were worth it, of making him fill your mouth and throat with him so he could never doubt that it was him you wanted, him you wanted to consume.

“Such a good sluttly little maid,” Kaibara praised and degraded. His hands tighten almost painfully in your hair. “Taking my big cock so easily... Don’t tell me you’ve been practicing on other men.”

You make a noise that screams no.

You would never!

“Oh, no?” Kaibara grunts, his tongue licking out past his lips, and you shudder under his gaze. “Did my slutty fucking maid keep her mouth clean for me?”

You whine in approval, your lungs burning as he keeps you still on his cock, eyes deceivingly angry.

“Good… that just means I’ll have to fuck your whore pussy so good you’ll never ask or seek a  new master,” Kaibara grinned, and your eyes widened. 

It happened so fast, you were on the ground one second, and in the next, he had you pinned with your back against the table. It was almost uncomfortable, the edge of the table pressing into your spine, and your hands scrambled to latch onto his shirt as his jeans fell to his knees and his hands gripped the top of your maid outfit down, exposing your naked breasts. 

His hands found a place on your breasts, warm and calloused fingers moving against smooth, soft skin. You moaned loudly, hips twitching unconsciously as he brushed against the swell of your nipple. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Kaibara groaned, fingers pinching roughly against your skin, and you warbled a scream. It wasn’t painful; it was pleasurable. Your head swam in a way it never had before when you had serviced other men, your clit was throbbing with an increase of needed attention, and your voice keened with his praise. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you — wanted this. I wanna make you feel so good, let your master fuck you however I want, y/l/n, I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

You nod your head, words failing you, and you watched Kaibara let out a heavy stream of air out of his nose, a near perverted, happy grin on his face.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, Kaibara-sama,” you whisper, hands fisting into his shirt. “Ruin me. Claim me. Make me yours.”

His eyes flash dangerously.

“You were never not mine.”

And with a hand looping underneath your knee and with the sudden shove on your shoulder to knock you back, Kaibara pressed his cock against your wet, sopping entrance and shoved into you. You scream loudly, hands digging into his back as his cock enters you, unforgiving and demanding. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his hips as you shudder and shake, body twitching under the dull, hot stretch of him in you, your body sweating with the consuming heat and pleasure that his entrance gives you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you squeal, fingernails digging into his skin, face burying into his neck. “Kaibara-sama is so big, he’s stretching me out so much, I’m— I can’t—”

Kaibara clicks his tongue, his nose nuzzling into your cheek, “Don’t say that, y/l/n-chan. Don’t ever tell your master that you can’t. You can do anything so long as I ask of it, right? I don’t like the word can’t.”

You whimper, head nodding in understanding as you shift your hips partly for needed friction, partly for relief. 

“Stop that,” Kaibara orders, hands suddenly on your hips, preventing you from moving. “Ask permission from your master if you can move. You are here to serve me; you are not here for yourself. Do you understand?”

Your breathing is heavy, your legs shaking as you nod, breathlessly saying that you agree even though you need relief. You need to please your master; you have to make sure he continues to want your service: just you, no one else.

“Good girl,” he praises and somehow pushes even further into you.

You moan loudly at the movement, fingers digging into his skin yet again, and Kaibara laughed, teeth nipping at your collarbone. Your back is entirely arched, jaw slacked, voice dead on your tongue because the feeling of him buried deep within you is staggering. You let out a single happy noise, your mouth gasping for breath as your voice finally begins to come back to you.

“So tight, so hot,” Kaibara groans, his teeth dragging up and down your neck as his hips roll back and thrust back into you at his own pace. It’s steady, slow almost—a steady beat like a subtle heartbeat that kept you sane. “Don’t be quiet… I want to hear what I do to you; I want everyone to hear what I do to you.”

And a hand pinches your clit at the same time he slams roughly, with tremendous strength into you, and you wail.

It’s as if that wail was a starting sound, the sound that told Kaibara that he was in the clear to do whatever he wanted. To fuck you as he deemed, to make you fulfill your duty to providing and exceeding his every need and demand. He fucked into you, each snap of his hip, every roll, sending loud slaps through the room. The table creaked and shifted with every advancing move, and you rolled your hips up, fucking back into him, desperate to make his breath hitch and hiss in pleasure. His teeth buried into your skin, sucking and nibbling marks onto your skin, subtle and near bloody marks to show the world that you were his.

“Kaibara-sama!” you scream at a particular thrust, back arching wildly, eyes slamming shut as you moan to the heavens. “Kiss me please! Please kiss me—”

Kaibara’s mouth was over yours immediately. You cried into his mouth, shuddering and shaking as he continued his maddening dance with you, the endless, exciting cycle of tingling sensations and exploding warmth. His tongue entered your mouth, tasting of him, iron, and sweat. You moan louder, your velvet walls clenching and milking against his length. You don’t want to ever pull out; you want him, his seed, everything.

He kisses you like a madman, someone who believed that if he stopped, he would die.

You eat it up, returning it in full, unable to even believe you want him to stop. 

“You drive me fucking insane,” Kaibara pants, hands coming back down to your hips and keeping them in place as he suddenly, powerfully, and somehow rhythmically pounding into you in short, strong fucks. 

It’s overwhelming, the feeling of his girth stretching you out and abandoning you so quickly, the way his tip licks against your cervix, teasing up against your sweet spot. His face is desperate, needing, and so powerful that you cry to him, your master, your god. Your pussy is soaked with your essence, the sex spilling it all-around your thighs and on him, the wet squelching pounding making you embarrassed and so much more turned on. His teeth sink into your jaw, and your body is begging, twitching, the heat in your stomach overwhelming and no longer building but waiting for it to be unleashed. 

“K-Kaibara-sama!” you cry, a warning for the near-inevitable.

But you wail his name, the electricity in your veins and blood scorching the levels of your skin, and Kaibara takes that as a reason to do more, to fuck more. He drills into you at a new speed, a new power. Your head is swimming in the delirium, and your body trembles, the words “more, faster, harder” spilling from your mouth without consent, but tears build in your eyes as his fingers seem to almost spin against your clit and you scream.

You cum loudly, aggressively, all your energy destroyed as you hit the high. Kaibara moans against your bruised and marked skin; the warmth heat of spilling seed expelling into your cunt is a sensation that drives you insane as he collapses his weight on top of you. You’re breathless, speechless, a part of you unable to comprehend that your crush had fucked you before he had kissed you, that he was the best fuck you had, and how this man wanted you back.

It’s quiet for a bit, the two of you laying on the table as cum dripped out of your cunt, and he rested his head between your exposed breasts.

“So,” you finally rasp, a soft grin coming onto your face. “You have my charger?”

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“18000 yen?!” Kaibara barked, eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the older lady at the counter who was billing him for his session.

“We are a sex club, Kaibara-sama,” she sighed. “Not only did you have a three-hour session with our most requested maid, but you also marked the merchandise.”

“I couldn’t?!” Kaibara snapped but cooled down almost immediately when the lady pointed at a: ‘Fines for every mark on the maids!!!!’ sign. “Oh.”

“Take it from my paycheck,” you sing from beside him, bundled up in a coat, the marks he gave you completely hidden now. It was the end of your shift and closing time, after all. “I got him riled up without telling him the rules.”

Kaibara chuckled as you arranged a proper check for him.

He thought about what he thought of his life, and while he couldn’t say that his life wasn’t a hentai right now, he knew, without a doubt, that life is not a shoujo manga.

#kaibara x reader #kaibara smut #bnha x reader #bnha #mha

[lacunafiction]

Announcement: (Fernweh Saga)

Edit: This post does not contain the demo link, please reblog or see the link to the launch post below and thank you for the support:

>>> HERE. <<<

Hello! I hope you’re doing well. 

I am working on the interactive fiction, ChoiceScript game: Fernweh Saga: Book 1.

I hope to launch the first demo that will include the Introduction to Chapter 3 and is 81k words of pure story around the 1st of June (so in about 5 days). I realized I may have been a little too quiet in my corner of the Internet, lol. This is the developmental blog for the game where I also have more information about it, RO aesthetics/facts/info, inspiration posts, and developmental updates.

I would be honored if you check out the demo once I post it and I am happy to answer any questions you may have.

Best wishes! :D

-Aelsa Trevelyan

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The Short and Sweet Pitch: Fernweh Saga is a character driven, romance focused interactive fiction with slow-build horror elements that unravel as you move deeper into the plot. (There are 5 romantic routes and 4 ROs who are gender set based on the player’s preference.)

The Synopsis:

~Some homecomings feel more like rude awakenings, but this one will become a waking nightmare...~

You return to the small town of Fernweh after the death of your grandfather, which is ironic because you were explicitly sent away from the town by him following the tragic death of your parents in a house fire. It's been several years since you left. Returning isn't something that you had considered, but the vague letter you received about tying up loose ends was on fancy stationary and looked official enough.

What was supposed to be a quick trip to collect personal belongings and sign some legal documents soon spirals into a grim mystery when you learn of the odd circumstances surrounding your grandfather's death.

Familiar faces are all around, you know some of them as former childhood friends, rivals, or neighbors, but they may become current allies as you all try to unravel what exactly is going on in this small, seemingly idyllic, forested town.

A boy may be missing? Why does the waitress at the diner know your order by heart? What was your grandfather really doing out as his cabin? When will you get a good night's sleep again without any strangely interactive nightmares? Why do things seem unshakably familiar yet different?

A feeling of unease grows with each sleepless night spent within Fernweh's borders, but you can't leave yet...

It won't let you.

Features:

A customizable MC (gender, sexuality, style, physical features, etc.) alongside personality and other traits that will directly impact game play and how others react to you.

4 Romance Options; 5 romance routes.

Uncover the secrets of your former hometown that you now feel a stranger in. Things aren't adding up...But why is that?  

Fight, flee, struggle, run, or adapt to face whatever lurks within the town that is invading your nightmares; there is more to it than a boring ole’ monster…Much more.

Chances to develop both friendships and relationships with the main cast of characters that are tracked by a friendship point system.

An inventory system that will impact/unlock certain choices later in the game.

Many choices that allow you to shape the narrative and increase replay value.

Dynamic support characters who have opinions on you and  who you elect to romance, including the ROs who are not selected and are instead potentially befriended.

A variety of choices to respond to the RO to romance  them at your own pace and style, including a shy/flirty stat tracker.

The first demo will include the Introduction to Chapter 3 and is 81k words of story, it will eventually be updated with more chapter(s) as we go. Again, my hope is to launch on June 1st once I finish final edits.

Links: Tumblr Blog | RO aesthetics | About | FAQ

(I will eventually make a new post with the demo link and COG forum thread, so please be on the lookout for that, if you’re interested.)

#fernweh saga #cog wip #interactive fiction #reader interactive #choice of games #interactive story #hosted games #romance game #fernweh saga: book 1 #dashingdon #weekly updates #lacuna rambles