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shotorozu · 3 years

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you buy thigh highs

characters : bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto

fic type : headcanons + small scenario [kinda spicy but not actually nsfw y’know, fluff]

legend : [Y/N = your name] reader has thick juicy thighs, and reader uses they/them

notes : third year things because i feel like they wouldn’t date at all in their first or second year (though this isn’t nsfw)

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bakugou katsuki

a simple man wants simple things

besides ass, he’d like some thighs too. doesn’t matter how big they are—

but it’d be a plus if you had big ass thighs

anywaysss

he’s looking for you, his s/o

so he busts into your room, wondering what the hell you’re doing

and you’re sitting there, looking pretty

he’s standing near the doorway and

he sees that you’re wearing these beautiful orange and black striped thigh highs that complimented your skin perfectly.

gulp

scenario

he’s standing near the doorway, looking at your thighs that are covered in beautiful orange-black striped thigh highs.

it’s a rare sight, though you didn’t really hide your thighs from him— he’d never thought he’d see the day of your beautiful thighs sporting beautiful stockings.

“what the hell are you wearing?” he asks this a little harshly, doing this so he could mask his sudden urge to jump at you, smothering you with kisses

“oh, katsuki,” you smile, sitting up from your bed— you look down at your thighs “i just bought these, do you like them?”

he doesn’t say anything, as he watches you pull up the hem of the stocking up, but it only slides back down— excess flesh bulging, spilling from the sides.

before you knew it, he closes the door shut— hauling you over to him before his lips attack yours, crashing. you gasp in surprise, dipping into the kiss further.

bakugou swings your thigh over to his sides, gripping at your supple thighs with callous hands. when you let go, you pant.

“that was rough, katsuki!” you say, wiping the side of your thighs— he only smirks

“you like it though.” he teases, and he’s not wrong— nope.

midoriya izuku

this boy will COMBUST at the sight of your thighs

i feel like he’s really indecisive when it comes to which part he likes about you

top one- your face

top two- uhh..

he can’t decide. it varies!

but he usually settles with your thighs, they’re just so supple! the softness of your skin comes straight from wonderland

so one day, you guys are spending time together in your room

and he’s sitting on your bed, watching you unbox a package

and you pull out the ✨thigh highs✨

he stops for a moment, and he’s just focused on YOU now

and when you slide on the stockings, he’d probably collapse then and there.

scenario

midoriya, your boyfriend— is sitting at the edge of your bed. per usual, he’s doing his word vomit, spewing out ideas and date ideas while you unbox a package you received earlier that day.

he’s appalled when you pull out these white stockings with pretty pink frills at the top, and he’s just staring as you slide them on.

after putting them on, you notice how your green haired boyfriend stopped talking— and you turn to him, his face red, and eyes wide.

“do you like them, izuku?” you smile at him, and he only nods in reply— words practically knocked out of him.

you sigh, “they’re a little small at the top though, but i can make it work.” the stockings slide down a little, supple flesh spilling from the top— almost similar to the cream that rests on top of a delicious drink.

he squeaks in surprise when you slide them back up, your thighs bulging against the stockings. he practically short circuits— face beet red as he goes on a sudden spewl on how beautiful you look right now.

todoroki shouto

man of culture for sure

i feel like he’s also bouncing back and forth between what he likes

but, his top favorites are— face, thighs, and ass

anyway, he wonders why you don’t really wearing thigh highs.

he’s taken some naps on your thighs before, and they’re so comfy.

he won’t force you to flaunt them! he’s just curious why you don’t wear anything that accentuates them

then.. one day

you arrive at a date, in thigh highs

he almost just wants to haul you back home and admire them for the rest of the day.

scenario

todoroki stares at you in adoration, when you suddenly appear before him wearing black thigh highs.

it’s almost like.. an angel popped out of nowhere infront of him.

he’s sitting beside you during a picnic in the park, and his hand has been resting on your thigh the entire time, squeezing the soft skin occasionally— threatening to go closer and closer.

“you’re.. wearing thigh highs.” todoroki takes note out loud, his left hand squeezing soft flesh, while tracing cool circles with his right hand.

“oh, you noticed,” you smile at him warmly, “do you like them? i was worried if they’d be too much for today.”

as you say that, you slip the hems of your thighs up, the top of your thighs pressing against the fabric of the stockings— bulging against them.

he gulps, almodt short circuiting. he hopes his cheeks aren’t showcasing a terribly red blush. “they’re not too much,” he looks away momentarily

“they’re pretty, love. so pretty.” he swings your thighs onto his lap, though having you is enough— all he wants to do is go home and admire your thighs in its glory, maybe even squish them on each side of his head.

“shou, do you wanna go home?” you finally ask the question he’s been thinking about for the longest time, and he nods eagerly— placing his hand on your back, cooling you down efficiently

he can’t wait to go back. because then, he could do whatever he wanted with nothing stopping him.

oh, and if you think he won’t buy you more stockings— then you’re wrong. really wrong.

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rougebangtan · 4 years

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pairing: jungkook | reader

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff

word count: 1.840

prompt: old rock + can fulfill the ghostie bingo prompt

warnings: there’s a little making out in the end, so if you don’t like that, please be warned.

You roll your eyes in annoyance at the man in front of you. It is the third consecutive week that he has come to the store without making any purchases. The young man always wore all-black outfits, and would come by in the afternoons, granting you the honor of his visits. He would browse the store, flicking obnoxiously through the CD’s and records for hours on end.

One thing you had to give credits where the credit was due, however, was his impeccable sense of style. He dressed himself in a very unique and pristine manner; even as he tried to look badass, he most certainly looked soft and innocent. The amount of detail he put on his looks was nothing short of admirable. You caught yourself more than once enthralled by the way his earrings would dangle on his lobes.

The shop you work in is in a rundown spot of the city’s downtown which, in turn, had caused you to see all kind of people. Not many where as pretty as the handsome boy that was showing up so often, but you weren’t going to allow yourself to be biased; his pretty privilege had already cut him a lot of slack. You’ve grown impatient with waiting. It’s already been close to a month and the guy hasn’t bought anything.

Sucking in a breath, you think about your options. You have two: you either ignore him or finally set him straight. The choice is clear to you since your mama didn’t raise you to be a quitter. You feel yourself marching towards him before your mind processes the closeness between the two of you. You have your resting bitch face on and that’s what you attribute his stunned expression to as he gets even more wide-eyed.

With a silent sigh, you observe how he shifts in his spot, his legs alternating which one sustains his weight. Oh, boy, now he’s anxious? If anything, it’s you who should be.

“Hi,” you utter with a blank expression plastered on your face, adopting the most authentic salesperson persona you can. “We usually rather to let your customers pick what they want themselves, but you seem kinda lost. I’ve noticed you come to the shop often… I was wondering if you need help?”

He shifts under your gaze, looking absolutely caught off-guard. “Hmm, yeah,” he agrees while his hand goes to scratch his nape in a deflective move. “I could use some help… sorry about always leaving empty-handed. I’m just a very indecisive person.”

You chuckle lightly at that. The boy is super cute. “What are you looking for, pretty boy?”

“A gift.” He answers, and something evil stirs inside of you. You’re going to hell for the thoughts that swirls in your mind.

“A gift? For who? A significant other? A friend?” You query, subtly gauging his relationship status, and he seems to pick it up quite fast.

“It’s for a friend. We’re in a band together, and this store has many LPs that he’d like to add to his collection.” He explains, but he doesn’t keep eye contact for too long.

His cheeks heat up at how intently you pay attention to him. You figured that if he’d just waltz inside your workplace during three weeks to buy something, you had the prerogative to make him squirm.

“I like this one better,” you say as you pick up the Queen LP. “Their music definitely tells a story… I’m not quite sure about the words to describe it, but it just makes you feel nostalgic. In a good way, though. Makes your heart beat a little faster.”

As he stays quiet, you continue to go off about your favorite music in order to give him some insight in what to buy.

“Whereas this one,” you lay the LP in your hands down to grab another. “is kind of a little chaotic. I won’t say it doesn’t grow on you, but it’s a hard one to wrap your head around. At least for me.” You admit with a shrug.

“It’s hard to really get into it every time I try to listen.” His eyes were wide when you said that, and the pink shade that tainted his cheeks had started to creep up to his ears.

“I will take that one, then. Jimin will probably like it. He’s a chaotic person, so the concept suits him.” The man nodded.

“You sure? Don’t you want to hear a few tracks before you make a decision?” You question him, not wanting to be the one to blame in case the LP turns out to be a bad choice.

When he nods again in reassurance, you comply and walk back to the cash register, so you can ring up his purchase. What you don’t expect, however, is when he mutters: “What’s your name?”

You grin at the sheepish manner that he asks for it, and you wish you could hold his face between the palm of your hands seeing as he looks adorable, even with the pretense badass look. “Y/n. And yours?”

“Jungkook,” he replies earnestly.

“Well, Jungkook, it’s nice to meet you. Here’s your LP,” you announce and hand him the record. “It retails for a total of $15,99.”

He reaches on his pockets after taking the LP from you, and drops a 20-dollar bill on the counter. “Keep the change,” he whispers once he watches you moving around the register.

You gape at him briefly before you watch as he begins shifting again, and you could drool when he bites his already very pink lips. It’s not difficult to notice he wants to say something, but he doesn’t know how to, which is why you wait for him, Jungkook, with an expectant expression gracing your features.

“Thanks,” he settles on saying. Lifting the bag in hand, he clarifies. “For the LP, I mean.”

“You’re welcome,” you respond, a smile never leaving your face. “Thank you for your purchase. Hope you make good use of it.”

He still looks uncertain, but he nods and moves to the door to leave. “Yea, thanks again… Catch you a next time?”

It’s your turn to nod at his words. “Sure. See ya next time, Jungkook.”

When you return his hopeful sentiment, he beams, and as he makes his exit, you swear you could see a skip to his step.

Today was insanely hot, not even your outfit was helping, and you had chosen a smaller tank top paired with some bike shorts because of the weather. It’s been two weeks since you’ve last seen Jungkook, and your days felt like clockwork. You hated that he spent weeks coming to the shop, but as soon as he was confronted about it (very nicely, you add), he stops passing by.

You weren’t sure if it was the sweltering heat, but what you knew for certain is that the day passed in an agonizingly slow pace. You could count in your two hands how many people had entered the stop, and for that reason, you decided to close earlier. It wasn’t super early to close, though; it was only 10 minutes before your actual schedule.

When you get to the door, however, you’re met with a pleasant surprise. A scarcely dressed Jungkook is sweating in front of you, gasping for air, and his eyes twinkle in street’s lighting. He looks delicious, and the neediness you often feel quickly rekindles at the glorious sight you were gifted with.

“Y/n, hi!” He greets you, but you can see he’s still a little breathless.

‘Hi,” you greet back, second-guessing what you should do. You cave to the needy part of you that wishes to eye the boy for a longer while. “I was just about to close up… but you’re sweating buckets. Do you want a glass of water?”

He only signals in consent, and you step out so he could enter. You close the shop regardless, since that way you’d spare yourself of the trouble of leaving it open and Jungkook stays behind, watching as you do so.

After you give him a huge glass of ice-cold water, you observe him suspiciously. Resting against the counter, you wonder what was he doing there? His eyes are mesmerizing, and even as he gulps the refreshing liquid down, they never stray from your figure. You smile smugly to yourself. Your tank top left your bountiful cleavage on display as well as your back tattoos, and you’ve been proved that such combo had an interesting effect in men.

“What are you doing here, Jungkook?” You finally speak up when he stays silent. He seems surprised because his eyes, which were glued to your chest, are suddenly looking back at yours.

“Like what you see?” You tease.

He blushes at your statement and his hand soon find his nape. You noticed his recurrent mannerisms relied a lot on body language, and you could sense how shy the boy actually is around you.

“I forgot…” He mumbles with uncertainty, then shakes his head. “I didn’t know how to… askforyournumber.”

“What?” You ask, your eyebrows furrowed.

“I didn’t know how to ask for your number.”

“Oh?” You gasp, then slowly stalk over to where he is. “Really? You should’ve told me… instead of coming to the show so many times, then vanishing.”

You watch in entertainment as his eyes widen so much, it looks like they could bulge out of their sockets. “Oh… I’m sorry about that.”

“How about this, Jungkook?” You say and your eyes flutter while staring at the beautiful boy, at the way his tongue moistens his lips. “You give me a kiss, and I give you my number. Would you like that?”

He nods repeatedly, eyeing your chest and tattoos wantonly. “Do you want to touch?”

Without saying anything, Jungkook touches the ink on your shoulders reverentially, his fingertips soon finding the crook of your boobs. You also put your hands on him, sneaking them underneath his shirt, and you swear you had to hold back a moan when you feel his pecs.

Needless of verbal communication, your lips brush against his, and he eagerly accepts the kiss. The pair of you kiss for minutes, his tongue brushes against yours sensually and you lose it when you feel Jungkook’s hard dick poke on your thigh. As you separate from one another, you realize you don’t want his manly hands to get off you.

Resting your hands on his chest while you gaze him through your lashes, you try to ask him out in the most nonchalant way. “Do you want to get out of here?”

His smile is blinding, and his hands grab your hips in reassurance. “I’d love to.”

The smile on your face is also uncontainable, so you rush to pick your stuff up and lock the backdoor. On your way out, you almost can’t believe you’re in fact walking hand-in-hand with the mysterious boy that thought dropping by at your work was a good flirting method.

If it was good, you didn’t know, but it was damn well effective.

a/n: Sammy !!! here it is, i envisioned the reader as you @breadoffoxy ily! Jester, @youarejesting, thank you for borrowing me your prompt. I hope to have done it justice. 🤍

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every1studio · 4 years

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REQUESTED: “caught in an act; mafia version” [ateez]

genre: fluff + suggestive + mafia! au

ficstyle: bulletpoints + reactions

request: “ haiii could you please write ateez mafia au when you and him making out ” + “ Hi! Was scrolling on what to read and completely fell in love with your writing! Keep up the good work❤💜 I also want to request smth: ateez reaction about being caught kissing their girlfriends by the other boys! Thxxxx “

note: happy holidays + please read at your own risk

HONGJOONG

(type: the tease)

Hongjoong grabbed both sides of your jaw as he gently pushed you farther into the sofa

he had just came home from working with the godfathers of the neighboring mafia leagues

it took him hours on hours dealing with them; they were indecisive but didn’t know what they wanted

that’s why he loved coming home to you

someone who knew what they wanted and when they wanted it

and he knew what you wanted and liked

even just kissing him was like you were in heaven

maybe it was because he used to have a tongue piercing but he definitely knew how to please you with just his tongue

Hongjoong disregarded your moans for more as he kept it to just making out with you

because of your loudness, you didn’t hear Mingi walking in

“OKAY CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND.. GEEZUS..” he calls out as he places some paperwork down on Hongjoong’s desk

Hongjoong felt kinda embarrassed but also kinda proud of how uncomfortable he got Mingi

“you wanna get in on this?” Hongjoong jeered as he snaked his hand around your waist

you shoved him out of embarrassment; you tried hard not to make eye contact with Mingi

Mingi tosses a blanket over to you two, “I’ll pass this time, lover boy.. see ya later, Y/N..”

Hongjoong chuckles into your neck, “he said, “I’ll pass THIS time,” didn’t he~”

“maybe he did, but I want you right now..” you muttered under his peppered kisses; tugging at the hem of his shirt

he pulls away and wraps you in the blanket, “I DON’T KNOW.. MAYBE LATER~”

he sticks his tongue out as he shoves his hands into his pockets and walks out the door

SEONGHWA

(type: the ultimate dom)

making out with Seonghwa is like trying to fight for a breath of air

you’re always pushed up against something; the bed, the wall, the bathroom stall

even if you tried to subconsciously push him off, he’ll still be taking your breath away

literally

sometimes you’ll try to initiate things; just to rile him up, to tease him

it never works in your favor

he might let you led things like holding his hands, or kissing him on the cheek

anything more than that, don’t even think twice

but if you went for it anyways, he’d click his tongue as the first warning

grab your jaw to make strong direct eye contact and sternly state your name as the second warning

he won’t even give you a third warning; he’ll just push you up against whatever surface is available

so today was no different, you thought that maybe you could catch him after collecting his share of money

you hoped that he was tired so he’d be more off-guard

but the next thing you knew, you were pressed onto the leather sofa

the straps of your dress was falling off of your shoulders

your hair was messily draped around your face

as Seonghwa was locking his lips with yours

that was an image Wooyoung would be ingrained in his head for a LONG time

he had just entered the room to re-calculate the amount Seonghwa collected; he knocked a couple times but there was no answer

Seonghwa caught his eye and stopped; you thanked him for a chance to breathe

“you wanna just stand there or do you want in on this?” Seonghwa asked as he brushed his hair out of his face

“uh-um.. I can.. uh.. just come back.. lat-..whenever you’re done..sir...” Wooyoung trips on his way out

Seonghwa was really able to dominated anyone.. and probably everyone

YUNHO

(type: the teddy bear)

he was always sweet to you

even if he was notorious for ruining other people’s lives

he would always treat you so well

when he was with you, he’s a hopeless romantic

he always careful with you

well he tried, it’s hard when he’s such a big guy

a sweet, soft kiss always ends up him caging you into his body as he wrestles with your tongue

he loves how small you look under him

it turns him on even more

he always did this thing where he placed his forehead on top of yours after kissing

it sent shivers up your spine knowing that he was dealing with rings of mafia lords and here he was being so smitten by you

like you were with him

you could say all his underlings were jealous of your relationship with him

especially Jongho

speaking of that boy, he’s never even had physically contact with other person; romantically

so when he accidentally waltzed into Yunho’s study, he couldn’t help but tense up when he saw his boss smothering you

Jongho had to loudly cough to make himself known

Yunho frantically looks from the wall behind you to you and then to Jongho, with wide eyes

he tries to adjust himself and help fix you up

Yunho nods before turning around to face Jongho, “let’s go do work elsewhere yeah? How’s your day?”

he’d shoved Jongho towards the door and winks at you before making their way out

YEOSANG

(type: the robot)

Yeosang is a quiet man

but that doesn’t let him from getting what he wants

although he doesn’t seem like it, he enjoys having a heated moment with you

it will always but a spur of the moment

because he’s always over-thinking about timing with you

he wants to make it right for you

it was weird because when it came to mafia work; he didn’t need to even take a second thought

but when he goes for it, he REALLY goes for it

he always starts off with massaging your neck

sometimes he just continues sitting there massaging your neck

sometimes he’ll make his way down to your waist to hoist you up to his lap

he’ll start to pepper kisses on your jaw and slowly make his way to his lips

he loves massaging your body; anywhere basically

Yeosang started to get into one of those moments when he was driving you back from a dinner

he was just innocently tucking your hair out of your face

all of a sudden, you both found each other in the backseat of the leather seats of his car

Hongjoong was wondering why his colleague was taking so long

he could see the steam in the car and sternly knocked on the window of the car door

Yeosang straighten up in an instant and got out of the car first

he didn’t say anything and briskly walked passed Hongjoong

Hongjoong just nods to acknowledge you and follows after Yeosang; nagging at him

SAN

(type: the duality)

you get the best of both worlds with San

when he’s had a good day, he’s full of love and fluffiness

he’ll cup your face and squish your cheeks; kissing constellations onto your face

but if he’s had a hard day of work, he’s a little bit different

in the beginning, he’ll be standoffish and you’ll notice it

“babe... what’s wrong?”

you always start by giving him a little peptalk

he’ll push off your words of encouragements at first; seeing that he’ll be mad from whatever he was dealing with before

you’d rub your hands up and down his face to his chest; if you throw in a couple of teasing remarks

and he’ll have no choice but you shove his tongue down your throat

I don’t make the rules; this is the way that he is

“you don’t know what you signed up for..” he’ll chuckle against your mouth

but you’ll snap back with a smirk, “maybe I know EXACTLY what I signed up for~”

you guys can get.. um.. a little loud

but it vocally or just bumping into furniture or thrashing each other against surfaces

Seonghwa would come storming into the room; annoyed by the fact that you two have to be so loud

San would just pull you into his chest as he shoots an oh-so-sickly-sweet smile at Seonghwa

“we’ll be quieter~”

Seonghwa would roll his eyes and pick up his keys, “that sounds like a lie.. I’ll be out. just don’t make a mess or anything...”

MINGI

(type: the hinedere)

his appearance makes his job a lot easier

when he wasn’t with you, he was cold and cynical; almost sarcastic at times because he doesn’t take anyone seriously

it’s like a 180 degree flip when he gets off of work to be with you

“awh~ look at my cute, little, baby angel~”

he’ll start off by kissing you everywhere but your lips and then he’ll make you work for his kisses

which is where they get spicy

this is when he’ll let you sit on him as you lay onto his chest

he does this thing where he’ll smile the whole time that you two are kissing

he honestly can’t believe how happy horny you make him just by being there

frankly speaking, he’ll let you do ALL the hard work

because he’s gone most of the time and you know what he likes, so it’ll just be easier to let you do your thang

so basically he’s a little submissive for you

no one’s really seen Mingi like this

that was no one until Yunho accidentally walks into the room

“hey Mingi.. I need that file-”

everyone just stops everything that they’re doing

Mingi just yells out of no where, “AHHHHHHH”

Yunho just knows that that’s the cue to get tf out of the room but Mingi will continue to push him out of the room

WOOYOUNG

(type: the schemer)

plans everything

whether it be mafia wars or cute dates with you

everything happens for a reason with Mr. Wooyoung

and everything happens in his favor

so you’ll never actually win when you’re with him

what do I mean by this?

he’ll notice that you’re in one of your frisky moods

he’ll loosen you up

make sure to steal a couple of breaths

might exchange saliva; take your gum

rough up your hair

make you all hot and bothered

and then leave

just like that

he’ll leave

San would just be staring at the both of you with dead eyes

“you’re just gonna leave them like that?”

Wooyoung cocks his eyebrows at San, “you wanna do something about it?”

San rubs his palms as he eyes you, still in your ruffled mess, “I mean-”

Wooyoung would pull San by the collar of his jacket, “yeah no”

Wooyoung takes pleasure in seeing you sulk and be all hot and bothered; not being able to do anything until he comes back

JONGHO

(type: the one-who-doesn’t-know-what-he’s-doing-but..)

...BUT he does it with a little TOO much power

this boy does not know how to control his strength yet

so when he does something, like just a casual makeout

it turns into a tornado of mouth action

seriously

someone needs to tell this boy that too much is just.. too much

it’s probably not a bad thing

however he’ll get wayy into it

gets pretty handsy

grunts here and there

goes back and forth from attacking your throat to printing hickies sporadically under your jaw

like Mingi, no one has ever seen you like this

hell, you’re most likely his first

sooo... when Yeosang walks to inform Jongho about his appointment with some “old friends,” he’s in shock

Jongho almost didn’t hear Yeosang’s little gasp

Jongho shoots himself away from you and starts laughing

trying to distract everyone in the room from what just happened

“it’s not what it looks like-”

“so you’re telling me you weren’t just making out with Y/N?”

“yeah, so you’re telling him that you weren’t just making out with me?”

Jongho would be breaking out in a cold sweat, “wait.. what? of course.. I- I gotta get to that appointment yeah? yeah..”

both you and Yeosang would be shaking your heads as Jongho trips over the coffee table as he tries to exit the room

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the-static-and-i · 5 years

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Star-lit Date Night

//Hey yall, so depression has been kicking my ass and I dont know how to write whump without it being my/Sam's fault in some way, which is one of my big triggers, so I'm gonna pause on those for a hot sec and just write some fluff, because I need that so bad rn. I'm sorry about the prompts, I'll get to those as soon as I hate myself a little less, but for now just enjoy the kinda badly written gay cliche

TW: Gay panic, brief mention of not eating or sleeping much, mention of medicine, kinda suggestive talk.

Sam hadnt stopped telling everyone about this girl she had met since ten minutes after meeting her, which was three weeks ago now. If she wasnt texting her, she was infodumping everything about her to Kat or Sofia or occassionally Jackie and Nic when they were free and up for listening, and if she wasnt doing that, she was daydreaming about kissing her and moving in together, she had even planned their wedding.

Ren tried to keep her in check, so she didnt talk everyone's ears off about some girl they hadnt even met, but even she had to admit she was smitten with her too.

Of course, Ren didnt allow herself to talk to this girl, aware that there would be questions that she couldnt answer with a clear conscious. But she could at least admit she was gorgeous, and Sam's dramatic exaggerations of her beauty werent that far off, or were at least deserved.

They had finally gotten into a point in their friendship where Sam felt comfortable enough to blurt out that she liked her as more than a friend, and as they waited in an increasingly awkward silence, she and Ren decided that no matter what happened, they were glad to have met her.

Dani had responded positively, though! She liked Sam back, and wanted to get to know her more, so she invited Sam on a date on Friday night.

So she acquired permission for Sofia's car, and then waited in an anxious ball for the next two days to pass by. She barely slept and barely ate, only remembering to take her meds because of her alarms and Kat's gentle reminders.

Finally, Friday morning rolled around.

Ren took them to the bathroom, showering and shaving and curling their hair and washing their face with 13 different products, finally finishing with some "light" makeup.

Sam hated it, wanting to scratch at her nose and cheeks and forehead, but knew it would just mess up Ren's hard work. Admittedly, she looked pretty, and Ren's skill was impressive.

They left the bathroom in a towel, giving an awkward smile to Kat as she headed out of the cabin.

Arriving in their room, Sam realized she had to actually get dressed, but didnt know what the fuck to wear. She didnt wanna get out of the towel dress, didnt wanna wear pants or shorts or, gods forbid, a skirt.

So, the only option was a dress.

She had a few, and she liked most of them, but a couple were Ren's, and those were on the downward side of her "like" spectrum.

This is when Ren started stirring again, coaxing Sam to at least try on a few of hers, just to see how they looked with her hair and face all dolled up.

Sam decided to humor her, trying on three before finding one of Ren's she did actually like; a black long sleeve dress with a short skater skirt, and weird ass hole patterns along the whole thing. Weird patterns aside, it was a gorgeous dress, and hugged her body in some pretty flattering ways.

She kept it on, hanging up the other dresses and doing a quick spin in front if the mirror.

Oh yeah, this was a good dress; the skirt flared up and twirled around her, probably showing off her ass a little, but she would put on those dress short things that hide your underwear and call it good.

Despite how happy she was with the dress, there was a new one she got that she honestly loved, and had been waiting for an excuse to wear for a few weeks now.

So she slipped off the black dress carefully, pulling on the dark blue one instead, the pink and peach flowers catching her eye in the mirror immediately. She slipped her hands in the pockets and spun, flaring the dress manually. Even if she had to put work in, the action still made her smile, and she decided this one looked pretty too.

Ren sighed quietly, saying that they were both pretty but the black one was a little nicer, yeah?

Sam groaned, honestly unsure which she preferred. A quick glance at the clock told her that she didn't have a whole lot of time to debate, so she bit her lip and decided to get third party opinion.

Remembering Kat had just left though, her heart started beating faster in a small panic. She grabbed her phone and pulled open her messages, seeing the last person she talked to was Nic!

He would know how to do the date thing, right? I mean, he got the only person as cool as him, so he had to at least be able to advise her for clothes right? Fuck, she hoped so.

She snapped a quick picture of the blue dress while it was still on, quickly pulling it off and putting the black one back on.

Taking a picture of that too, she gathered both and sent them to him, captioning it "Fashion emergency, Ren and I cant decide what to wear for our, my? Date tonight!! Mind helping a little?"

She sent off the message, twirling for a second in the dress again, habitually reaching for pockets that werent there and frowning a little. She didnt dwell on lost pockets though, going back to her closet and pulling out different shoes.

If he picked the black one, would she wear heels or boots? Flats maybe? Not boots, for sure, but I have 4 pairs of black flats and 3 different heels.

Okay, fuck that, what about if he picks blue? I have 2 pairs of blue flats, plus a pair of blue heels, and any of the black shoes would be cute probably.

Sam groaned, quickly realizing she had far too many shoes, and she was completely hopeless with fashion stuff.

Luckily, she wasnt alone with her indecisiveness; Nic responding with a comment about how pretty she looked and how happy he was for her, finishing off by saying that her hair accented the blue one in a really pretty way.

Sam squealed and set her phone down, sliding the dress on and examining herself, brushing some setting power off of the chest and brushing down the skirt a little, finishing by fluffing her hair a tiny bit.

Yeah, she looked good.

She grabbed a pair of comfy blue shoes and a pair of cute heels that she could totally walk in if Ren was fronting, snapping pics of them on her bed and sending both to Nic, saying "You're a fucking lifesaver and I preesh you. Would you mind if I asked for one more?"

His response was quicker, "Go for more comfortable in case you're out for a while. Dont wanna cut tonight short cause your feet hurt!"

Sam laughed a little, enjoying the implications that Dani would actually enjoy her presence enough to want to hang out past dinner.

Still, she slipped on some small socks and the flats, floofing the hem of the skirt in front of the mirror again. Dad made the right call, and she was fucking rocking the look.

She took a better quality picture, showing off the whole look to Nic, writing a quick, "You're a fucking god and thank you so much!! Love you, dad :D"

She didnt wait for a reply, putting her phone into a sorta-matching bag and making sure she had her wallet and keys in it. Finally, she was ready, and ahead of schedule!

She left the cabin quick, making it to the car and driving off without incident.

30 minutes later, she was in the restaurant checking to see if Dani had already been seated. The host led her back to Dani's table, the latter standing up and pulling Sam into a hug before pulling away.

"You look stunning, Jesus Christ.." Sam blushed, stuttering out a small thank you and reciprocating the compliment.

Dani was fucking gorgeous, wearing fancy pants and a nice top, with a complementing jacket draped over the back of her chair.

They parted completely, Dani stepping back and pulling Sam's chair out, coming around to sit again after she pushed Sam in too.

They ordered drinks, neither of them getting anything alcoholic, and then food quickly, only quiet small talk shared as they decided.

Once the menus were taken though, Dani started firing off random questions that Sam struggled to answer, the questions getting more ridiculous as they went; "What would you name a pet dolphin?", "If you could name your super-sidekick, what would you pick?", "Who came to mind when I said super-sidekick?"

Eventually they were both giggling and laughing, Dani not holding back with her head tilted back and a big grin on her face, and Sam keeping herself quiet by biting her lip, also suppressing her own grin.

Their food came, and they made more small talk while they ate, learning small things about each other that Sam loved knowing; Dani loved shellfish but hated other seafood, and her first dog was named Popcorn, and her first girlfriend was in the 7th grade, and they kissed on their first anniversary.

Dani didnt push when Sam frowned at the mention of first girlfriends, avoiding the subject by instead asking her favorite sport, and if she had ever been skiing, and what her favorite halloween costume was.

By the time they finally finished dinner, including a relatively small dessert that they shared, it was 11 pm, and they didnt want to go their separate ways just yet.

So they split the bill and took their leave, heading a block over to the nearest park. Sam started shivering as they walked, but she pursed her lips and ignored it, bracing herself against the breeze that was colder than she was expecting.

Dani stopped in front of the intersection, not even hitting the crosswalk button before taking her jacket off and draping it over Sam's shoulders.

Only then did Sam realize Dani was so fucking tall. Like, she was 5'4, Dani was at least a whole head taller, with slightly broader shoulders and such big fucking arms.

Distracting herself quickly, she slipped her arms into the warm jacket while Dani hit the button.

The jacket was so fucking big on her, naturally. The sleeves went past her hands, the bottom edge coming down past her butt, and the shoulders were already sliding down her, well, shoulders.

Dani wrapped her arm around Sam, keeping the jacket upright and also keeping their warmth closer to their bodies.

They crossed into the park, still entwined and cuddling, both content to walk around in the quiet night for a while.

Sam glanced up at the sky, doing a double take as she saw the big moon and bright stars.

Slowly, she started asking Dani about how much she knew about space, sharing little facts and tidbits that she knew, until Dani asked her to share more. She took the jacket off after a moment of hesitation, laying it on the grass and sitting down on it, patting the space next to her so Dani could sit.

She complied, even following when Sam laid back fully, listening quietly but enthralled as Sam pointed out constellations and planets and even a couple satellites that they noticed passing by.

Dani entwined their hands, looking over at Sam with a small smile. She didnt notice the gaze, still caught up in telling the story behind one of the many constellations she had loved learning about. Dani couldnt help but smile with her as her shy smile grew into a big grin that she didnt even hide the longer she talked.

Sam finally tired herself out, looking over at Dani with her smile returned to its shy, apologetic size. She leaned forward before Sam could speak, kissing her shoulder gently.

"You're really smart, and you clearly know your stuff about this. I love hearing you talk about the stars and space and everything involved with that, Sam. And thank you for sharing," Sam was shocked, her mouth opening a little, like she wanted to protest but though better of it. Dani gave her a small but genuine smile, squeezing her hand gently.

Sam squeezed back, whispering a quiet "Thank you," before nuzzling her forehead onto Dani's shoulder, hiding her face and her slightly-visible smile.

When she pulled away, she caught Dani's eye, both of them refusing to look away. Her hair was a forest green but looked so much lighter under the moon, and San wanted to run her fingers through it.

Dani was a step ahead of her, turning onto her side and releasing Sam's hand so she could pull her into a hug. Her forehead was pressed against Dani's collarbone, but she was so comfortable and felt so safe already.

After everything, she could use a little safe.

So she hugged Dani back, looping their legs together and holding her close, and they stayed like that until the sprinklers turned on.

They both grabbed their shit and ran out of the park, dripping wet and laughing, Sam doubled over by the time they reached the outer sidewalk.

Dani gasped for breath, glancing over at Sam before another laughing fit erupted from her. In the midst of her own fit, Sam barely registered that she wanted to hear Dani laugh like this more often.

The puddles beneath them grew as they slowly calmed down, Dani still letting out quiet giggles every so often, while Sam was just smiling big and proud.

"Your hair still looks beautiful, this is unfair, you're like a goddess or something!" Sam froze, looking over at Dani as she spoke. Her hair was falling into her face, whatever she had used to make it stand up clearly not being waterproof.

"Y-your hair is absolutely gorgeous, and you're rocking the whole.. messy hair vibe. Like, shit, you're so fucking pretty, I could actually ki-" Sam cut off, her eyes widening a little.

Its not that she didnt wanna kiss Dani, but she didnt want her to feel obligated to, I mean it was their first date, and they were both probably cold, and she was getting closer, why was she getting closer?

Dani rested her hands on Sam's shoulder and cheek, giving her a second to pull away before pressing their lips together.

Sam's hands flailed at her sides, before Ren placed them on Dani's hips and kissed her back. Sam came back in control, her eyes sliding shut in near bliss. Dani’s lips were soft and warm, and her hands were playing with Sam’s hair.

They parted slowly, Dani meeting Sam’s eyes with a small smile.

“You kiss good,” Were Sam’s first words, barely a whisper as her eyes flicked between Dani’s and her lips. Dani laughed a little, leaning over and kissing Sam’s cheek quickly.

“You kiss good too. And thanks, Sam,” She was still smiling, and it had Sam smiling back. They stood there for a moment in silence, until Dani spoke up again, “Youre still shivering, do you want to call it a night?”

No, she really didnt, but she was really cold, and she had to take her meds before bed, lest she wake up like an asshole or have nightmares or both.

She sighed, not knowing how to explain any of that without sounding fucking psychotic, so she simply nodded a little. “’m sorry”

“Hey, no need to apologize, i get it, its 2 am and we both have class tomorrow, its all good. You had fun tonight though?” Dani hooked her arm through Sam’s, guiding them back towards the restaurant and where they had parked.

Sam blinked in surprise at the time, but didnt comment on it, instead answering, “This has been the best night ive had in.. ever? Its been so much fun just talking with you, and hanging out, and just.. being with you. Youre so sweet and funny and patient, and i.. really hope we can do this again sometime soon?”

Dani smiled, swinging their hands between them as she nodded rapidly. “Id be so down for that, and we can go out earlier than today? Just so we arent out all night?”

Sam nodded, looking up at Dani nervously, “Fuck yeah, or we could like.. i dunno, set up something so we spend the night together..?”

“Sam Kyle, are you implying-”

“No!! No, not like that!!!!” Dani started laughing again as Sam covered her face with her free hand.

When Dani calmed down again, they had reached the parking lot and stopped walking. “I wouldnt mind having a sleepover though, with or without that.” She said with a fond smile.

“That.. yeah, fuck yeah, how bout we plan something in the morning?” Dani agreed, and they shared another small kiss before going their separate ways.

Sam walked quietly into the cabin, sure Kat would be asleep by now. She shot a quick text to Dani telling her that she arrived safely, getting one a few minutes later saying the same. They said their thank you’s and good night’s, before Sam noticed she still had Dani’s jacket on.

She snorted as she saw herself in the mirror, flapping the sleeves briefly before deciding she did still look cute in it; the color even matched the flowers on her dress!

She took one last picture, and went to send it to Nic, finally seeing that he had wished her good luck before she even left for the date, and had sent another message asking about how it went. With a small smile, she hit send on the photo, the caption a long ramble about how much fun they had and that they were planning another one soon.

He responded with a small joke about the comfortable shoes, before saying how happy he was that she was moving on and finding some happy of her own.

They talked for another few minutes while Sam took her meds, got changed into pjs and washed off the makeup, saying good night’s of their own before she laid down to finally sleep, after three very long, anxious days.

She cuddled close to Peter, her amethyst necklace around his bear neck, bidding goodnight to the stars around her room and both her dads, finally having a completely dreamless night’s sleep.

#Sam #Daniella #Nic #Jackie #Kat #fluff #Sam writes #//based on an actual outfit i bought #//it was literally for this story so i could post the pics #//im not gonna do it until i hate myself a bit less #//cause my body image rn is awful #//but like. those exist #tw// medicine #tw// minor starvation #tw// minor sleep deprivation #//gay panic #//oh and sam and i do actually bid goodnight to our dads. and to stars. only i make wishes on them every night she just says goodnight #Cloak au #//might become canon at some point tbh

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ibitesharkbubbles · 6 years

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The Restless Worshippers

He didn't expect her to agree so readily. They had discussed taking the trip weeks before and she had seemed hesitant, cautious. Now, laying in bed, the subject came to mind again.

"I know it's a bit of a drive. And we'll definitely have to be careful once we get there," he said while watching her play with her hair. It was a habit she had when there was deep thinking going on. "Daytime is safer for going in... we should still bring a flashlight, just to be on the safe side, y'know?"

His careful planning was what tipped the balance of her indecision. She was the one who was rash, spontaneous; she loved having him around to pull into last minute adventures. "Flashlight and a picnic?"

"Let's grab something on the way there. The less we carry, the better -- we might have to run."

"Run? From who?" The thought of having to run made her less excited to go.

He moved close, kissed her cheek. "The place is abandoned, and the cops do patrol around from time to time. I'm sure we'll be okay as long as we're careful and quiet."

Feeling a little less nervous, she perked up. Nearly rocketing from the bed, she turned to him. "C'mon then, slow poke, no time to waste." Rummaging around for jeans and something with long sleeves, she didn't see him smiling, only heard the quiet laugh as he started to dress.

On the way, he told her more about their destination: "It's been abandoned for at least twenty years now. Place was shut down for all kinds of bad shit -- mistreatment, sexual abuse, keeping people well after they shoulda been released... patients just wandering around half-naked and drugged outta their minds. Sure, it was an insane asylum, but that's crazy."

He chuckled at his own joke while she rolled her eyes. "Why haven't they torn it down then? Place has gotta be falling apart."

"Some kinda governmental land dispute crap. Y'know, trying to figure out who's supposed to pay for demolition and all that. It was built back when they built shit to last, all brick and steel. You saw the pictures I pulled up on the internet... still standing tall and proud as the day it was finished."

"Yeah, it looks impressive in the pictures. I hope we don't get there and find it burned to the ground."

Slowing down to catch their exit, he glanced at her quickly. "If it's a bust, I'll take you shopping, okay? I already found an outlet mall not far from it." She wiggled in her seat; he knew how to plan ahead for every occasion.

Finding the parking lot that was within walking distance, they took a moment to gather their provisions. Fast food wasn't his first choice for breakfast, but she had insisted on getting some "eggy goodness" for energy. They began to make their way through the first patch of forest.

After a couple minutes, a path opened in front of them. He figured it was an old access road to the asylum and stopped to scan their surroundings. Across the way, there was a large wooden post with a sign on it. As they approached, he knew they were headed in the right direction:

"Sayermount Hospital

Private Property

No trespassing"

Underneath, scrawled in black marker: "Welcome to Hell" and an arrow pointing ahead.

She paused. "Hell? That sounds so inviting."

"Kids think their so dark and evil. Be prepared for lotsa dumb graffiti full of devil horns, bad grammar, and tons of penises."

"Wasn't sure if I wanted to go until you mentioned penises," she quipped, grabbing his hand and dragging him onwards.

It wasn't much further before they saw the tops of the main building peeking over the trees. Even from a distance they saw the overgrowth, greenery jutting off the roof and down the sides. The path wound around as if they had made it to avoid nature. A parking lot that had become a field appeared on their left; the concrete posts that marked the reserved spaces were tombstones of the past.

An intact gazebo, large enough to fit a wedding party, stood next to the lot. They decided to take a break, eat their food, and stare at what lay in front of them. Pictures did it no justice. As much as it seemed that the earth was attempting to reclaim the land stolen by man, man's testament to time fought back. Many of the windows were broken, and in a few spots the walls were open, but overall it was still in charge of the ground it stood on.

"Geez, will ya look at that," she pointed up at the edge of the highest building. A tree was sticking out, careless of gravity. Someone had tied a rope onto one of the lowest branches, and what appeared to be a stuffed animal was dangling in the wind. "Fucking weirdos... 'Oooh, I'm sooo clever, this'll be freaking people out'." She waved her arms in mock excitement. "'I'm so cool'... Tuh, idiots."

They stuffed their trash into an over-flowing receptacle full of beer bottles and other fast food wrappers. "C'mon," he said, stepping down onto the broken pavement, "Let's find a way in."

There were signs of a makeshift path along the side of the main building: trampled grass, broken branches, and shifted debris marked the way inside. A fire door, rusted and bent, was pried away just enough to squeeze through. The only light was what crept through with them, so he took out the flashlight. In the darkness of the stairwell, above and below swallowed their sight.

Even with the beam of light, shadows loomed all around. The way up seemed promising but after the first landing was blocked with stone and file cabinets, they worked their way down. Smells of mildew and stale air were heavy, and she tired not to breathe through her nose.

At the bottom, they could see sunlight pushing past the remains of low windows. It looked like a service corridor, doors spaced out along the left side. They peered in the first one and were disappointed by the empty room. The next two were much the same, only filled with litter.

The third room held their attention. He thought it was the furnace room, but a lingering odor pushed the truth into him quickly: they'd found a crematorium. Its large metal door was wide open and a series of platforms were slid out. A previous visitor left a sneaker sitting on the edge, probably hoping to give someone the creeps.

It worked on her. "Okay... I'm ready to move on now." She could see another stairway at the end of the corridor, and felt the need to get up and out of the basement.

Going up this time was easier. There were tiny windows all the way up, and aside from discarded paper and more broken bottles, nothing was in their way. They looked through the doorway at the first landing, seeing patient quarters on both sides. They traversed up to the next floor; it was the same except for a collapsed inner wall at the far end. The next floor held more interest, as he could see the signs for the asylum's chapel.

"This way. Watch your step." In one of the forums he had read there were talks that the chapel was the only room untouched by vandals. He hoped it was true.

Pushing on the door, it budged slowly, trying to keep him out. "Gimme a hand, please?"

"Only because you said please," she laughed, putting her shoulder to the door next to him.

It relented to their combined efforts. He was not disappointed; she stood there, in awe of the scene. The pews were straight, evenly spaced, moldy bibles sitting in the pockets on the backs of each set. A beautiful stained glass window in the shape of the cross lit the pulpit in a cascade of rainbows. High above, two ornate chandeliers still hung, bulbs glimmering. The only signs that anyone had been in there were scuff marks and handprints in the decades old dust. It was truly a stunning sight.

He walked slowly, taking it all in. Normally talkative, she was swept into silence, trying to fumble with her phone to take photos of their find.

*click*

He spun on his heels and shouted, "NO! DON'T!"

Startled, she dropped her phone. "What the fuck is wrong with..." was all she got out before he ascended on her. He snatched her by the arms and pulled her close, spittle frothing in the corners of his angry mouth.

"Taking images in this holy place is a sin!" His voice tore at her ears. "Blasphemy in the house of the Lord is a sin! Do you understand?!?"

Terrified, she tried to pull away, but his grip was iron, his hands hot. Something passed over his face, a shadow in the light.

A whisper wormed into her brain: "Blasphemer... heretic... sinner..." It repeated over and over, wrapping around her consciousness. 'Yes,' she thought, 'I am a sinner.'

He started yelling, more gibberish than words. "Foul foul foul thing arghhhplease thy faaaaathrrr... lick cleeeeannnn their harrrrrrrts..." Voices welled up from the ceiling, from beneath the pews. More shadows stirred, enticed by the new intruders. She was weeping, pleading for mercy, tears blurring her sight as the shadows blurred reality.

A newer noise piped in -- her phone chimed, the alarm she had forgotten to cancel. The sound grabbed the faint bit of her memory, dragged her back to temporary sanity. She could see the whites of his eyes, the tendons in his neck taunt with the strain of his ramblings.

With a jerking motion, she broke free of his grasp. He was motionless except for his mouth, drooling and spitting out nonsense. In a panic, she ran from the room, sprinting faster than she could ever imagine. Halfway down the stairwell she paused for a second.

'I should go back and get him,' she briefly thought, but a loud scream from the hall above pushed her back to flight. Retracing their steps was simple, yet the darkness of the basement disoriented her. Everything was closing in, the sun shying away from assisting her exit. She fell once before making it to the next stairway. The wet walls were almost comforting beneath her hands as she carefully groped her way up and out. The final door was there, right in front of her, the world waiting for her return.

The hand that snatched her by the ankle tripped her forward. Instinctively she kicked, screamed. It let go and she scrambled for freedom.

By the time someone found her wandering in the parking lot, the sun was beginning to set. An hour later, with police and an ambulance arriving, it was dark outside. The red and blue lights swung through the night. An officer on duty that night told his wife, "I wish they'd tear that damned place down already... I'm getting tired of all these missing kids...

"Tear it down and salt the earth."

#short story #amatuer writing

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dontmindifidontt · 3 years

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EARLY MORNINGS AND OVERTIME | Chapter 2: A Healing Meal

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader (fem, first person pov) Word count: 1851 Fic Summary: A smutty fic in which Nanami Kento brightens up the mundane, flour-dusted life a college dropout working in a bakery. Chapter Summary: Friday night post-work dinner and drinks with Nanami find our baker enjoying herself more than expected. Warnings: None yet.

Read on AO3. Masterlist. Please feel free to ask me to correct anything in the above info, this is my first fic and I want to be sure I'm following all fic-posting etiquette. Ty!

5 pm. That day.

Tank tops, cardigans, and dresses are strewn over my shoulders as I rummage through my overcrowded closet. I continue to pull fabric off the various hangers, pausing to press my thumb and middle finger against my right wrist each time it begins to ache from the movement. Every shirt I swipe a glance at is either too patterned, too plain, or somehow a mix of both. I try to shake the indecisiveness from my head as I wonder, Why are my nerves so high? Is this what it feels like to have a crush again? Wait, is this a crush?

Since I presume he will show up in the same grey pinstripe suit he wore earlier, I opt for a dress that's both appropriate for work and after-work dinner + drinks attire. For this I choose a simple navy blue snug yet professional sleeveless dress that rests halfway down my thighs. Helping my confidence is the fact that said thighs, and calves, are accentuated by the pale pink pumps on my feet. I add a few simple gold rings, tiny hoops that cuff my earlobes, and put my hair in a high-ish ponytail. I brighten my eyes with concealer, blend bronzer along the crease of my eyelids, and dab highlighter in each inner corner. A few extra coats of mascara, some liquid blush, and a matte nude cream lipstick completes my look. I haven't put this much thought or time into my outfit or makeup in months. Maybe Mei Mei was right, I deserve to have some fun on another person's dime.

One look at the clock and I know I have to leave now if I don't want to rush on my walk and end up sweaty. It kind of feels good to leave on time for once.

I walk back towards the shop at a leisurely pace, not even minding that I'm taking the same steps I usually dread on my daily commute. This feels different, maybe because I'm actually looking forward to what waits at the end of the walk.

I round the last turn before I reach the storefront and although I don't know this man at all (including his name), I'm not surprised he beat me there. I take a quick glance at my phone, his timing was exact.

"Hi, you mean it when you say 6 o'clock, huh?" "I take my working schedule very seriously," he quickly replies.

"Yeah, I hear that," I respond, recalling every single morning I clock in at the last possible moment and leave the second it's quitting time. "So, what's your name?"

"Kento Nanami."

"Nice to meet you Nanami, you can call me _____."

"The pleasure is mine, ______. Let's get to it then." He turns on his heel and gestures for me to follow his lead. Without thinking I follow, seemingly forgetting every instinct that would normally prevent me from blindly trusting any stranger. Well, former stranger may be more accurate.

"So where are we headed?"

"I figure since you likely spend most of your time in a bakery, you'd prefer something a little different for tonight." Still doesn't answer the question. How can he be both so straightforward and vague at the same time?

"You guessed right. What's the opposite of baked goods? A sushi bar?"

"Now you've guessed right. It's just around the corner here." He's still sporting a serious, though kind, look on his face, though he did seem to quicken his step as we round the corner to the nearby sushi bar. I'm familiar with this one since it's not far from work, though I've never actually eaten here due to the unaffordable pricetag on most of the menu.

With one hand Nanami pulls open the door, using his other to wave me in in front of him. I shuffled past, noticing the subtle yet alluring scent of his cologne. A perfect mix of sweet like vanilla and a little bit dark, like tobacco.

The hostess at the front of the restaurant looks up at him and immediately begins to smile, greeting him as if they are familiar with each other and wasting no time to walk us to a table by the front windows. If he can afford to be a regular here maybe I won't feel so bad about ordering from such an expensive menu.

As I lower myself into the soft leather chair Nanami had pulled away from the table for me, I looked around. Nearly every single person at the bar or in the surrounding booths and tables were dressed similarly in suits or dresses with heels. The restaurant was dimly lit but far from dark, I could still make out the intricate overhead light fixtures and beautiful finish of the wood on the bartop. It was somehow both fancy yet cozy, I can see why he may frequent this spot.

It also happened to be slightly more romantic-looking than I expected. I thanked my past-self for choosing a dress that fit my body a hell of a lot better than my apron did.

After taking a moment to observe my surroundings, I turn my attention back to the quiet man across the table from me. I guess it's up to me to make conversation. I figure I'll start with the lingering question I'm a bit nervous to get an answer on.

"So, how exactly do you plan to heal the ache in my wrist, Not Dr. Nanami?"

He smirked at that title and opened his mouth without letting the smile fall. "By means of distraction," he replied matter-of-factly.

"So you're saying it's all in my head?" Defensiveness begins creeping in and his smile dropped.

"No, not at all. Why don't you tell me three things about yourself, and when you're done I'll do the same."

Slightly caught off guard, I began to think, reflexively averting my eyes from his gaze and looking to the side. I quickly wracked my brain for interesting things to say about myself.

"Three things, okay. Well most importantly I'm not actually a baker or anything like that, I just happen to work in a bakery. I'd much rather spend my time reading or even cooking, but I needed the job ever since leaving school." I was already rambling. "Second thing is I don't usually take strangers up on their offers to mysteriously heal my-" I paused. My wrist - it felt... lighter all of a sudden.

He stared back at me, patient but with knowing eyes as if he knew what I was going to say next.

"It feels better, doesn't it?" he asked. Was that a grin slowly lifting the corners of his mouth? I stared a second too long.

"It does. It doesn't hurt at all anymore. What did you do?" "I told you, just a distraction," he said in a casual manner while slowly leaning back in his seat. I sensed there was more to the story than this, but didn't press for more. The relief I feel is enough for me not to ask another question.

"So you never finished," he went on.

"Never finished what?" I stared back.

"Telling me three things about yourself."

Oh, right. I got distracted at two. Was it really just a distraction, or does he genuinely want to know?

"I guess the third thing about myself is that I hate mornings. I really love sleeping in."

"And yet you work in a bakery?" he mused while I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yup, kinda relates back to thing 1, I need the job," I said while slouching a bit in my seat.

"Well I feel the same way, if I had it my way I wouldn't start my workday until 10am," he began as my ears perked, "Technically I wouldn't work at all if I truly had it my way."

"Cheers to that," I say in a joking tone yet with full sincerity behind my voice as I raise the stemmed glass of champagne the server seemed to have brought without prompting. Another perk of being a regular?

"Cheers," he responds while raising his own champagne flute.

I held his gaze, not breaking eye contact until the bubbly sip worked its way down my throat, warming my chest.

After setting my glass back down I scanned my eyes over the menu, one thick page of rough paper printed onto the front of sturdy leather back.

"I suggest the wasabi tobiko with qual egg," he shares as I skim that portion of the menu. He's suggesting caviar? Guess I know my next question for him.

"So it's your turn, tell me three things about you. Why don't you begin with what you do?" I internally laugh at my lack of subtlety.

"Simply put I take money from the wealthy and make those people even more wealthy. Can't say I enjoy it, in fact I've grown to hate everything the corporate culture represents. I'd much rather spend my day making people happy with baked bread than money."

I opened my mouth to interject with a joke but quickly shut it when I realized he was being sincere.

"Second," he went on, "I actually enjoy a few of the things you listed yourself. Reading, cooking, enjoying a drink after work," he gestured to the table between us, "are all the simple pleasures in life I like to occupy my time with." I stared, wondering if he truly meant it or if he was just saying that to copy my own admission. Though so far he has been nothing but genuine. "And third," he continued, "I don't normally help other people the way I did with you today."

"Oh?" I couldn't help but prod involuntarily.

"I tend to stay out of other people's business," he explained while sipping his drink. At that moment the server returned to ask for our orders. I chose his earlier recommendation while he ordered a bottle of white wine for us to share. Maybe I can see the fun in letting others buy me things after all...

"So you stay out of people's business, and yet here you are providing unsolicited help to me along with asking me to describe details about myself over dinner?" I couldn't help but poke at the obvious.

He continued to hold his relaxed posture, but let out what I assume is the faintest chuckle at my question. "Both of those things are correct, yes," was all he had to say on the matter. Again with the straightforward-meets-vague.

I guess two can play that game. "Well like I said I don't typically take strangers up on the offer but here we are."

He continued to stare. I stared back. Oddly enough it wasn't uncomfortable. By now the wine had been poured and I found myself simply enjoying the moment, savoring the taste of each sip, and peering over the top of the glass to the polished, though still mysterious, man sitting across from me. As tired as I was from the workweek behind me, I could begin to see why most people look forward to spending Friday nights anywhere but home.

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