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sharkorok · 11 months

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all eyes on you (enhypen)

or the moments that make everyone think you’re dating

cw/genre: idol!reader, reader doesnt have specified gender but implied to be a female, fluff, so cute bye, secret relationships, humor, u have delulu fans

requested: naurrr

a/n: ehe thx for 100 followers :) I hope my writing makes u happy because knowing people read my works makes me super duper happy! luv uuuu

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heeseung

-at an awards show your outfits were matching, like very obviously matching

-matching bracelets, you had one on your left wrist and he had one on the right, the colors matched each other, same style and aesthetic…

-he gets v nervous but also you were in some dating rumors with another idol so…he wouldn’t be mad if he was next tbh….BUT THEN UR GROUP WAS ASSIGNED NEXT TO HIM??

-dawg was sweating the whole time trying not to admire you and how cute you two looked

-but no every one of those “enhypen mma reaction” or “heeseung reaction focus” showed him very clearly staring at you 😭, twt had a field day with you two

-he can’t help it, you looked so good and how can he keep his eyes off his lovely s/o when they’re all dressed up + matching?? seriously his management was insane for putting him so close to you

-and when all groups were leaving he was seen literally sprinting to be closer to you

-ya dispatch didn’t even need to confirm anything after that awards show

the others r below!

jay

-during a live he got his guitar out and started playing all your favorite songs

-and this was literally a day after you named your favorite songs

-then to make it worse he was like “yeah these are y/n’s favorite songs don’t they have good music taste?” and then he kept talking about you and staff was sweating while watching istg

-the way he talked about you tho,,he either had a massive crush on you or you two were dating

-the ship edits the next day were insane honestly some of your fans need to get into the editing business because you genuinely believed a photo of him holding your waist was taken at inkigayo

-he doesn’t even try to hide how much he likes you istg, he goes out of his way to talk to you at awards shows and always films challenges with you, he gives the shippers so much content

-then another time jay cooked your favorite food in a vlog and specifically said it was your favorite food, name dropping and everything

-literally no one is surprised that you two are confirmed dating after a while.

jake

-accidentally went on live while talking about you

-he fully believed he closed out of the app when he was talking to jay and saying stuff like, “I’m really excited to see her at the performance, I hope we have time to hang out…” and then he hears notifications and sees that he was streaming and he nearly faints

-plays it off like he fully intended for everyone to hear that and continues like he planned on going live

-he’s also trying to hide the way his eyes flickered up to your rapid texts being like, “JAKE WHY ARE WE TRENDING ON TWITTER??”

-jay is behind the camera just trying not to laugh becuz how do you even recover from this one, literally all the comments are talking about you and him

-“y/n…? yeah ahahah I know her uh huh mhm anyways moving on” and his horrible deflecting skills are making it even more obvious

-and when you go on live?? oh u bet the comments are “did you see jake’s recent live?? are u cheating on us y/n?”

-u desperately distract by spoiling your comeback but there’s already 14k Tik toks analyzing every interaction you had with Jake and why you two are cosmically intertwined

sunghoon

-describes you to a T when asked about his ideal type

-he meant to just mention the broad details but he gets excited talking about u ok :(

-“yeah a good heart and around (your exact height), with (the hex code of your eye color) eyes, born on (your birthday), hobbies include (every single one of your hobbies) and also…(literally all the information under your kprofiles page)”

-ur fans catch on and are like “isn’t this literally y/n” and he’s like “omg nooo coincidence”

-it is NOT a coincidence bro he was fully thinking of you and only you during that interview

-anyways you don’t help the situation by describing him too when asked about your ideal type, but ur at least a tad less obvious 😭

-“yea I love guys who ice skate and stuff”

-u two definitely get scolded by management

sunoo

-sometimes he forgets to care about keeping things secret (like that lipton tea thing he did)

-so he’s showing fans his camera roll and he shows selfies you never posted before…in his camera roll…never before seen by anyone but him and you to the camera and is like

-“y/n’s visual is so perfect, right?”

-and yeah duh ur stunning and gorgeous but fans are distracted by your beauty for a second before being like “hm…how did he get those selfies and why r they in his camera roll”

-ur fans r thankful for the content tho so he kinda did everyone a favor

-but it’s a LITTLE suspicious…but neither of you address anything so it just festers a little

-until you two do a tik tok challenge together and he captions it with a heart emoji like oh my god 😭

-you’re not innocent either when you said “sunoo’s visual is so amazing” like both of you get some media training I beg

-everyone loves how obviously whipped you two are for each other tho :,)

jungwon

-accidentally exposes your polaroid in his phone case

-thankfully he has photos of his members and maeum but why were you there??

-he completely ignores it tbh he shows the photos to the camera and is like “these r the polaroids in my phone case. anyways.” n he’s playing it cool but internally he’s PANICKING

-“hopefully they didn’t see the heart I drew on the Polaroid,” he thinks foolishly

-we did.

-so you try to do some damage control on your own live when asked about why he has ur photo in his phone and ur like “oh we’re really close friends!!”

-n honestly that’s a good and healthy response because everyone has the right to their platonic relationships

-but jungwon’s heart he drew on your Polaroid was just a little bit tooooo suspicious…anyways this leads to fans over-analyzing every single interaction to the point you two weren’t allowed to be seen in a ten foot proximity at events for a while

-but at least it reminded jungwon to be more careful lolol

niki

-accidentally rizzes you up on live television

-you’re an mc for smth and you’re interviewing enhypen and you’re like, “oooh, some burning questions, what is your ideal type?”

-and Niki, with no hesitation fully goes, “you lol” and you see ur career flash before your eyes

-ur co mc is nervously laughing and niki realizes like oh wait we’re being broadcasted so he’s like “oh just kidding haha!!!” even though you two are making awkward eye contact while you’re mentally scolding him

-he’s so used to teasing and flirting with you in private so it’s a little hard to shake off in public

-anyways fans notice he’s looking at you a little too lovingly and being a little too genuine when he responded so it’s not long before you see ship edits on Twitter and tik tok

-doesn’t help when you answer the ideal type question with “someone who is playful and funny” thinking it was broad enough but ‘twas not <3

-he doesn’t really care too much but thought it was funny, even if he had to take a media training class again afterwards >:T

#enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enha fluff #enha imagines #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions

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wasteddmoondust · 2 months

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pineapple || james potter

pairing: james potter x reader 1,219 words, teacher and james go on their first date! what could go wrong? a/n: can you tell i am horrible at titling my fics... somehow i just need it to relate to what happens. so uh. enjoy!

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You feel your heart going absolutely crazy. You know it's first-date jitters, but somehow it feels worse this time. It's nothing special, really. You try to tell yourself. Just another first date. Just like other first dates (that has turned to nothing...) And now this first date is the father of one of the children you teach. Yeah, nothing special.

After several attempts to make yourself busy by looking at your phone, you hear your name. It's James and he's walking up to you.

"First name basis already?" you ask smugly.

He chuckles, "What? Sorry, I guess I'll just call you-"

"Please don't, I hate being called that outside of work."

"Got it."

The two of you walk together and he leads you to a quaint coffee shop, James swears by the coffee made here. When the orders are made you find a seat and sit down.

"It's been a while since I've been on a date," he says, hands fidgeting with the receipt.

"Same here," you admit.

He stops playing with the receipt and furrows his brows. "Really? But I'm the parent."

"And I'm the one taking care of your kid for a whole day, 20 kids, actually."

"Huh... and you don't even meet people in the industry?"

You snort. "Unfortunately no, a lot of them are older and married with kids. There's no one to date there. Trust me, even the older teachers try to make me get on dating apps. If anything, you're doing them a favour."

He grins that grin that makes your heart do a little flip. Oh god, it's happening, huh?

"I'm happy to do that."

You continue your conversation, keeping it light with small talk. Then, a waiter comes by to give you your meal and you both thank him. James' phone dings, he checks the message and he replies to it while you patiently wait for him.

He looks back up at you and keeps his phone. "Sorry, my best friend is taking care of Harry today, he was just sending an update."

"That's alright. Is he doing okay?"

"Harry?" he asks, looking a little nervous. His arms are resting crossed on the table. "Uh- yeah. He's fine. Not so sure about Sirius. He just said he's letting Harry use his tattoos as a colouring book."

You laugh. "Yeah, I can see that. He does love to colour. Have you always wanted to be a father?"

James looks stunned, but laughs it off. "Not a normal question for the first date, is it?"

"Well since you already are one," you shrug.

James thinks for a while before answering. "Yeah... I've always wanted kids... Well I'm sure you've seen from the documents I sent to the school when Harry enrolled. I'm widowed..."

You nod, you do in fact know this, you had read through those documents for every child. Understanding their family structure and dynamics can be a big help in understanding the child and improving their development in school and at home.

"She uh- had complications at birth and didn't make it." He let out a sigh and shrugged. "So now it's just me and Harry. And I wouldn't trade him for the world.

"You really love him, don't you?"

"I do."

"You know you can talk about him, right?"

James looks down and purses his lips. "It's just that... other people I've dated weren't really... keen on the fact that I have a kid. You know, another person's child and all."

You tilt your head down to try and make eye contact with him. Somehow, your hand reaches out to his. "You know that doesn't matter to me, right? I already knew you had a son, hell, I even taught him for a whole year, and I still accepted your date."

His mouth forms a small frown, but his hand grabs yours anyway. "I just didn't want to seem weird."

"You're not. Promise," you give his hand a squeeze.

"Is it too early to want to kiss you?"

You both stare at each other for a second before you burst out laughing, making him laugh too.

James starts to tell you about Harry, and visibly gets more comfortable the more he does it. He tells stories from his first words to potty fails. He shows videos and pictures. From there, the both of you fall into an easy rhythm of branching from topic to topic in your conversation. You exchange bites of your food. Before you know it, you're laughing while your meal is long done and you're both on your second cup of coffee.

For some reason, you feel an itch in your throat.

Nonchalantly, you ask, "Did your pasta have pineapple?"

"Yes, why?"

"Firstly, who the hell puts pineapple in pasta? Secondly, I think I'm having an allergic reaction."

James sits up in a panic. "Oh god- I'm so sorry-"

You cough into your first. "It's fine, it usually doesn't react as bad as it used to but I like to stay away from pineapples anyway. I'm not gonna die. Can you get me some cold water, please?"

He immediately stands up and gets you a glass from the counter. You down the glass in seconds and you feel better.

"I'm so sorry that was embarrassing-"

"You're sorry? I gave you a bite!"

"I forgot to ask, it's my fault."

He gently places a hand on your shoulder. "I'm so sorry, let me make it up to you"

"James, trust me, it's fine-"

"I'll bring you on a second date."

You furrow your brows. "You just saw me cough my lungs out from an allergic reaction and you still want to bring me out?" you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness.

"I mean... I still find you attractive after all that so if you find me attractive after I rambled about my own child to you though you have taught him for this past year I don't see why not."

At this point, you're pretty sure your cheeks hurt from all the smiling you've been doing the entire time.

Despite your protests, James insists on driving you home. When you reach the entrance to your apartment building, he tells you to wait before rushing out of the car to open the door to the passenger's side. You giggle and take the hand he holds out to you as you step out of his car.

He tugs the hand that is holding yours to make you face him. He's so close, you're desperately hoping your cheeks don't show how flushed you are.

"So... same time next week?" you suggest.

He nods. "No pineapples this time, guaranteed."

"And you're allowed to talk about Harry."

He beams at that, looking down and letting out a sigh before looking back at you. "Is it still too early to kiss you?"

"Yes, but for now I'll give you this," you press a kiss to his cheek. You slowly walk towards your building, your arms stretching until you gently let go when you're too far away. "I'll see you next week!"

And like that, you disappear into the building. James is left standing there, still in disbelief of the entire day.

He lets out a sigh, smiling, and gets into his car. He 's so excited to tell Sirius when he gets home.

a/n: if i'm being so honest i have zero idea how most allergies work so please don't get technical with me... also!!!! thank you so much for the love on part one eek i am on a roll i'm so happy to be writing this series.

taglist: @willows-lane @celosiastarr @nsr-15

#marauders x reader #marauders imagine #zee writes #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter x you

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spoilmesweetieforficssake · 3 months

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hi hi hi!! I love your fics so much and i don't know if you're still taking requests but if you are could you write a Melissa x reader where the reader is madly in love with Melissa and everyone kind of knows except for Mel. And when Mel starts flirting with Gary reader starts going on random dates to try and get over Mel, but Mel gets jealous and hates every person that reader tries to date. And their friendship gets all angsty but they of course end up happily together and everyone at Abbott is like "finally took you two long enough"

I feel like saying this has taken forever isn't actually an exaggeration - but better late than never! I hope after all this time that this is at least close to what you were looking for. I admit though, I got a bit indecisive with the ending, so there are actually two and you can pick which you prefer.!

Melissa and Gary are a thing, and you hate it. Worse, you hate that you hate it. You want to be happy for her, you really do, but you can’t help the way your heart clenches painfully every time you hear her talk about what she and Gary are doing together, or apparently the nausea that comes with seeing them together.

Still, you weren’t raised without manners and in love with your friend though you may be, you are Melissa’s friend first and foremost. So you slap on a smile and endure the looks of sympathy from your colleagues.

When you start to distance yourself it’s not because you don’t want to spend time with the redhead, but as an act of self-preservation. Your little Abbott family, who were annoyingly quick to pick up on the fact you were in love with the red head, are also quick to pick up on the shift.

Barb is the first to say something out loud, offering to set you up with a nice girl she knows. It’s unexpected and takes you by surprise. “Thanks, Barb. It’s really sweet of you but I’m not looking for anything serious just now.”

You miss the daggers being aimed at the kindergarten teacher behind your head and in making a break for the coffee machine you also miss the older woman’s raised eyebrow in response to a certain red head.

“So, how many matches did we get?” asks Jacob like it’s some kind of team game, as he comes into the break room to find you on your phone.

It had been games night the night before, but the board game had ended up set aside and Jacob and Janine got you set up on Tinder. Melissa suddenly becomes very interested in your phone screen over your shoulder.

“You really think you need an app to get a date?”

“Well we can’t all have our other halves roll in with our favourite drinks, can we?” you quip, ignoring her jibe. You keep your eyes on your phone, all too aware of the silence that has fallen over the breakroom at your comment.

You jump as Melissa suddenly leans over your shoulder, swiping at your screen.

“She’s too old for you.”

You turn to look at the red head with a raised eyebrow. “Actually, I set the age range myself, so she’d have been just the right age.”

She huffs and you turn back to your phone, and if you swipe with a little more vigour than before, well, it’s certainly not to prove a point.

You manage to set up a couple of dates via the app, but they’re terrible. What you hoped could be a chance to blow of a little steam ends of being up being a few awkward drinks with people who are more interested in their image and talking about themselves than anything else.

Not that you tell that to Melissa. No, as far as she’s aware the string of dates you’ve on have been great.

“Yeah, that’s why you keep going on new ones,” she quips one day.

“I didn’t say I planned on marrying these people,” you huff. “But it’s not illegal to want a little fun!”

Melissa snorts. “You’re not that shallow,” she smirks as she passes you on her way out of the room.

You lay your head on the table, groaning.

“Those dates that bad, huh?”

Your head flies up at the words, eyes wide as you take in Ava pouring a liberal amount of sugar into her coffee. Had she been there the whole time? “They’ve not been great,” you admit. “I don’t tend to well on dates when I’ve never really met the person, never mind barely messaged them,” you admit.

Ava cocks her head to the side. “You let Tweedledumb and Tweedleditzy set up that account, didn’t you?”

You nod, not quite sure where she’s going with this.

“Yeah, you ain’t gonna get dates who just want to do the dirty and not expect breakfast in the morning with something they set up.” She slides into the seat opposite you and holds out her hand. “I can fix that. Gimme your phone.”

She rolls her eyes as you flinch back. “You know what? Forget that stupid app. I’ll get you a date. You’ll love this one. Trust me.”

You’re not entirely convinced you do as she waggles her eyebrows playfully at you, but surely anything has to be better than the dates you’ve recently been on?

You walk in to the bar and for a moment you think that Ava has somehow set you up with Melissa. The red hair catches you attention first, the feminine curves a quick second, but then you realise the hair is not quite the right colour, the curves less pronounced. The description of the outfit matches though so after taking a moment to compose yourself, you make your way over and say hi.

Blue eyes meet yours as she stands and the woman takes a moment to look you up and down as you squirm under the attention. How people can do anything other than blush and stutter under the scrutiny of a beautiful woman you’re not sure. One thing you do know though, is that this woman is indeed beautiful.

“Ava said you might be a little nervous, so got you a drink.”

You thank her, taking a sip only to realise that Ava must have also told the woman what you drank. Your second sip turns more into a gulp as you proceed to down the drink. “Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “Could at least have asked your name before I downed the drink you bought me.”

She smiles at your embarrassment, extending a hand. “Joanne,” she offers. “Jo, if I decide I like you.”

“Here’s hoping,” you smile back, shaking the offered hand.

It’s going well, you realise. The conversation is flowing between you and can’t deny she’s attractive. She seems to like what she sees too if her flirting and casual touches are anything to go by. There’s just one problem. There’s another red head on your mind and you can’t help but compare the two.

Joanne seems to feel your hesitancy. “It’s fine,” she says, her smile turning gentle as she places a hand on your arm. “Ava suggested you might be a little emotionally unavailable, but it’s been a while since I had a date with a cute girl, so I figured what’s the harm?”

“Sorry,” you say, ducking your head.

“Don’t be,” smiles the red head. “Look, we’re here, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“You don’t deserve that,” you say, shaking your head.

Joanne merely smirks. “You’re buying the drinks.”

There’s something about her easy manner that puts you at ease. You look up at her, waiting patiently for you to speak. Ava had clearly told her more than your favourite tipple.

“What’s her name?” she asks.

You feel your cheeks heat up. Here you are, sitting on a date with a beautiful, interesting, apparently endlessly patient woman, and she’s asking about her. “Melissa,” you say in all but a whisper.

“Let me guess,” smirks the other woman. “Red head, my kinda age?”

Your blush only deepens.

Joanne chuckles. “Ava ain’t subtle, honey. But you know you gotta move on before your little heart breaks even more.”

The hand that had been resting on your arm moves to cup your cheek as she leans in to kiss you. It’s nice. It’s really nice. And for a moment, you find you’re not thinking about Melissa.

“Well fuck,” sighs Melissa, halting in her steps. She stands, unable to look away as she sees you in the bar, clearly on a date. For a moment, she’s not sure what to do. She had been on her way to your apartment, but she can hardly interrupt your night now. “What a shitty end to a shitty night,” she breathes, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets as she turns on her heel and heads home, her steps much less determined than they had been.

When Monday rolls around you’re in a better mood than you’ve been in a while. To your surprise, you actually enjoyed Ava’s date. She was good company, and after you were honest with her, it turned out she was also rather good at giving advice. The advice being that you should be the friend you’ve always been to Melissa, after all, it’s not the red head’s fault you fell in love with her. The kissing and light making out was just a bonus, really. A little fun never hurt, after all.

Melissa, however, isn’t quite so bright come Monday. She’s quiet, distracted and when you finally ask what’s wrong at lunch, she just shakes her head and leaves the room. You look to Barb, hoping she’ll take pity and at least cast a little light on the situation.

“She and Gary broke up,” she tells you quietly, her voice low to keep the other’s from hearing.

“Oh,” you breathe. You’re not quite sure what to say to that.

At the end of the day, you look up from your tidying to find Melissa loitering in your doorway. “Hey,” you say by way of greeting. “Barb told me,” you tell her, offering a sad smile. “Sorry to hear.”

She shrugs. “I think I knew it was coming…just, didn’t expect it to happen the way it did.”

You watch as she comes to sit on the edge of your desk. “Saw you out on your date on Saturday. Was actually on my way to yours.”

“Oh,” you say, your cheeks heating up. “Yeah, Ava set me up. She was great but we’re not taking it any further. Or at least, it’s nothing serious.”

“But you looked like you were having a good time, and she…”

You shake your head. “I was…it was…Gary’s an ass by the way, for leaving you,” is what finally comes out.

“Actually, Gary isn’t an ass” she sighs. “Gary called it quits because he asked me if I’d ever say yes if he asked me the question…and I told him I couldn’t.” She drops her gaze, hanging her head. “He knew it wasn’t just my past that meant I couldn’t say yes. He knew my heart wasn’t in it…”

You start putting two and two together and getting dangerously close to four. Gary broke up with Melissa because she wouldn’t say yes to that question. Because her heart wasn’t in it.

“Why did Ava set you up with that woman?” asks Melissa, still not looking up.

Unable to properly see her face, hidden as it is by her hair, you can’t read her expression as you’d like to. Your next words feel important thought. “Ava knows my type.”

Melissa nods, her eyes still on the floor. “Why ain’t you gonna see that woman again?” This time she does look up. “You looked like you were actually enjoying yourself.”

“I was,” you admit. There’s no point lying. She saw you, probably smiling and laughing. “Ava set me up with her because she knew I’d find her attractive. But she also told her I might be a bit hung up on someone else, so that night, when you saw me with her, I was probably talking about you.”

“You were talking about me, with her, while she was kissing you?”

That comment lets you place when Melissa would have walked by. You nod. “When you saw me, that was probably right around the time she told me I should think about moving on if I didn’t want to break my own heart even more.”

Melissa stands and is in front of you before either of you can think. She looks at you for what feels like forever, green eyes searching your face, for what you don’t know. She reaches up to touch your face and you close your eyes on instinct, gasping at the featherlight touch of her lips against yours. Covering the hand on your face with your own, you open your eyes as she pulls back. “I can’t do this if your heart’s not in it.”

“What if it is?”

* Ava

“Well I was gonna ask how you enjoyed my date but I guess I got my answer.”

The pair of you jump at the sound of Ava’s voice.

“About damn time you two got your shit together. If I’d knows all it would take to get you with this spicy white was to put another firecracker in front of you I’d have done it months ago!” She claps her hands excitedly. “Oh this is too good to keep!” She disappears from the doorway, only for her head to pop back around a moment later. “Just no funny business in front of the kids. But what happens in the supply closet stays in the supply closet,” she grins, waggling her eyebrows at the pair of you. With that, she leaves you, the sound of her heels echoing along the hallway.

“Ava!” scolds Melissa, thinking she’s going to have to take disinfectant wipes the next time she ventures into the supply closet. With Ava, there’s no guessing what level of depravity the room has been subjected to.

You know your cheeks are beet red, and you hide your face against Melissa’s shoulder.

“This isn’t exactly how I saw this going,” admits the red head.

Raising your head, you look up at her with hopeful eyes. “But you saw it going somewhere?”

She shrugs. “You seem keen on going on all these dates, how about one with me?”

Biting your lip, you take a moment to just look at her; the slightly shy expression, the twinkle in her eye. Nodding, you lean in to kiss her once more.

“You know I almost didn’t believe her.”

You pull apart to see Barb in the doorway.

Melissa rolls her eyes. “Anyone else wanna come and watch?”

A moment later Janine’s head appears around the doorframe, Jacob close behind.

“Seriously?” snaps the red head, hands on her hips.

Ava returns, a wide grin plastered on her face. “They wanted to come and confirm before I collected my winnings.”

“Winnings?” asks Melissa, eyebrow raised and tone bordering on dangerous.

“Hand it over people,” smirks Ava, hand extended.

“Oh hell no!” The red head snaps into action, heading for the group. “You did not bet on me!” She snatches the notes from Ava’s outstretched hand. “You bet on my happiness I’m sure you won’t mind if this goes towards it! Y/N? Let’s go!”

You look at the hand being held out towards you and are quick to hoist your bag onto your shoulder and follow her. You duck your head and blush under everyone’s gaze but can’t help but grin as your hand settles in her own.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” calls Ava.

The group watches you both go, Melissa rolling her eyes at the hollering they let out as she puts a possessive arm around your waist.

* Barb *

If Barb notices that Melissa is unusually reserved as they order their drinks she says nothing of it. Truth be told, she had only suggested the meal to make sure Melissa wasn’t left sitting in the house on her own on a Friday night, or worse, going out to the bars on her own in search of some company for the night.

“There’s something I gotta tell you,” says the red head, setting down the menu wasn’t even reading.

“You’re not getting back together with him, are you?” asks the Kindergarten teacher.

“What? No! No, I…that’s over and it’s for the best,” replies Melissa. “No, the night Gary broke up with me, I ended up going for a walk to clear my head and ended up heading to Y/N’s apartment, except I didn’t quite make it there,” she admits. “I saw her out on that date Ava set her up on.” She sighs, wishing she had waited for their drinks to have arrived. “And it made me feel…”

“Jealous?” Barb ventures.

Melissa looks up, meeting her friend’s eyes. “I guess that covers it, yeah.” Taking a deep breath, she pushes on. “Anyway, I spoke to her on Monday about it…and I might have kissed her.” Admission made, she looks away, pleased to see the waiter arriving with their drinks. She doesn’t even let him put it on the table before she takes it and raises it to her lips. It’s only when she finally sets her cocktail glass down, half empty, that she dares to look at her friend once more.

What she sees is a gentle smile.

“Took you long enough.”

“What?” she asks, a frown creasing her features.

“You have liked that girl since before Gary was even on the scene,” says Barb.

Melisa’s frown only deepens. “Then why did you push me, literally may I add, in his direction?”

At this, Barb’s smile falters. “I hoped it might make you realise how you felt about her.”

The red head lets out a huff, reaching for her glass once more. “Well that went well, didn’t it?”

“It wasn’t my finest moment”, admits the older woman. “But maybe it’s all finally working out in the end?”

Melissa fidgets with her straw. “So you don’t think she’s too young? Too…”

Reaching out, Barb places a gentle hand on her friend’s arm. “I think she’s in love with you, and I think you like her, a lot.”

Cheeks pinking, Melissa puts down her glass. “I do. A lot. A helluva lot.”

Knowing it says something in itself the fact the red head isn’t making a joke, but rather admitting how she feels, Barb knows this is the real deal. She knows if this goes South that hearts will be well and truly broken, but she’s seen the two of you together. You work well together. There’s a quiet in you that balances out the boisterousness of Melissa. A steadiness that although she won’t admit it, the red head craves.

“I think you could be good for each other,” she says softly. “And no, I don’t think she’s too anything.”

#melissa x reader #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x reader

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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okay babes, requesting this for my own selfish needs.

sunshine steve or eddie, whichever you prefer, totally babying/fawning over sleepy reader when she gets home really late at night from work.

I wrote this in my notes app and a customer interrupted all train of thought idk if this is the vibe sorry sorry sorry 🧡

Your mood was sour by the time you dragged yourself home from work. The day was awful, the traffic on the way into Hawkins was even more so and the skies had been a permanent shade of grey.

Worse still, Steve’s car wasn’t in the drive when you finally pulled into street. Your sour mood was practically curdling, a frown pinching at the skin between your brows as you pulled yourself up the stairs and through the door. You bypassed the kitchen, ignored the laundry basket full of clothes and dropped yourself onto your bed with an awful mix of guilt and dejection pulling at your chest. But sleep overtook it all too easily, especially after hours of paperwork and spreadsheets.

It was easy to let the pile of pillows take you in, bedsheets that smelled like fresh laundry and Steve’s cologne. You dozed until the door opened an hour later, the sound of soft footsteps coming down the hall, a happy, muffled hum of a song you didn’t know coming from the kitchen.

And when Steve realised you weren’t anywhere to be found, the bedroom door opened gently and you stirred, still frowning, like you couldn’t rid yourself of the bad day even after a nap. But the boy was flopping into bed with you, all smiles, flushed cheeks from the harsh wind that was still blowing at the window panes, his arms winding around your waist.

“Sleepy?” He asked, his face finding your neck. You grunted an agreement, clinging to him, suddenly desperate to be close, close, closer. Steve felt your hands sneak up the sides of his shirt, your nose pressed to his cheek. “Bad day?”

“The worst,” you lamented, squirming further into him, pressing him down into the bedsheets until he grinned. Steve hated that you’d had a bad day, but he loved that he could fix it. “M’so tired.”

“Baby,” Steve cooed, letting you clamber over him, knees slipping over his thighs until you were lazed on top, a koala bear-esque hug that had you wrapped around him. You made a pathetic noise, tucking your head under Steve’s chin. “Baby.”

“Want food?” He asked, quiet enough that you could hear the start of rain.

You shook your head, melting into him, boneless against his chest and inhaling his cologne, the laundry detergent you shared, the body wash he’d stolen from your bathroom shelf.

“Want this?” Steve tried again and he smiled when you nodded, pleased with himself. “Gonna let me love on you? Make my poor girl feel better?”

You answered with a soft sigh, head tilting to the side without a fight when Steve nosed at your jaw, kissing down the line of it, warm breath over your neck, open mouth kisses over the column of it. He turned you both over, dropping you back into the sheets so he could move over you, hands braced either side of your arms. He didn’t stop his kissing, just placed them where he could find skin, pulling at your collar to nose at the softness there.

“So sleepy,” he remarked, affection thick in his tone. You blinked up at him, stifling a yawn, gaze a little unfocused from the way he’d let his tongue graze over the pulse point on your throat. “Just the sleepiest girl, huh?”

You pouted at his words, warm with Steve pressed over you, hot from his syrupy sweet words. Every touch was fond, achingly soft in every way.

You only tore yourself away from him to let out the yawn you’d been trying to hold back, eyes and nose crinkling, arms lifting up above you until your bones cracked and loosened. Steve watched you the entire time, an awful lot of adoration in his eyes.

He grinned, poking at the soft stripe of your stomach that appeared when your shirt lifted. “Ooh,” he pouted, “big stretch.”

You grinned for the first time, eyes rolling and snorting a soft laugh before you pulled at his shoulders, silently demanding he cover you in his weight and affection once more.

Of course, he obliged.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #Steve harrington drabble #Steve harrington blurb #steve harrington oneshot #Steve baby blurb

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reds-skull · 7 months

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Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

Okay I realized a scene I love comes up in the fic on this chapter, so I was like "well, I'm not doing anything right now, why not write it?"

So I wrote it. Enjoy.

(This one has description of some gore and aftermath of torture, very short segments, not worse than was already in the fic)

Ghost woke up slowly, the slick residue of his nightmares fading away as he lifted his head and groaned. Soap had already woken up, and by the chipper way he moved around the room, a while ago.

The Sergeant is getting better at telling when he’s being stared at, and he turns around to raise an eyebrow at Ghost.

“Sleepin’ beauty is finally awake!” he says with a smile.

Ghost drags a hand under his mask, sighing, “time’s it?”

“500 sharp, sir” Soap provides happily.

The fuck’s kinda person is this cheerful at this hour? Ghost exhales loudly and finally gets out of bed. The Sergeant opens his mouth, to probably comment on his old man habits, but Ghost shoots him a stare that would’ve killed a lesser man.

Soap just gives him a shit eating grin in return, “not a morning person?”

Ghost walks towards the bathroom, “I’m a normal person, you’re the fuckin’ anomaly.”

The Scot barks a loud laugh that makes him feel a little less groggy.

At mess, the taskforce finds a table of their own, and the Sergeants busy themselves with an argument about one daft thing or another.

Price caught his attention and started speaking to him in his mind, “your nightmares are bloody loud sometimes, y’know that?”

Ghost bites on his toast, “don’t fuckin’ listen then.”

The Captain laughs a little before his features turn serious, “you wanna tell me how much of what the Reaper said in your dream actually happened?”

That’s what he dreamt about that last night? Fucking hell. Can’t keep secrets from Price.

“Won’t have to if you just told me, Simon.”

Ghost puts down his meal to stare intently at the Captain, “what did you see? In my dream.”

Price’s moustache twitched in thought, and he replied, “it said something about Soap bringing your demise?”

“It said ‘bringer of demise’, didn’t fuckin’ specify whose.” Ghost spat back.

“What else?”

Before he could stop him, he felt Price pull the memory to the forefront of his mind to watch for himself what unfolded on the plane that day.

“It told you to stay away from Soap if you wanna live?!”

Ghost banged his fist on the table, startling the Sergeants out of their idiotic bickering. He paid no mind to them, focus fully on Price, “I’m not going to stop working with the Sergeant just because my Reaper decided to be a little shit.” he snarls in the Captain’s head.

Price huffs, “I’m not going to let you die Ghost.”

“Did it say I’m going to die?!”

“Simon…”

Gaz cuts their exchange, “what’s going on? Are you two talking in your brains?”

Soap crosses his arms, “well, yer welcome to use your outside voice.”

Ghost gets up, “no need, we’re done.”

Before he can get out of range, Price tells him “keep yourself safe on this mission, Simon. We’ll figure it out later.”

He supposes that’s manageable.

Ghost and Soap bid their farewells to Gaz and Price, as they go on their own part of the mission, and walk back to the armory to get ready for theirs.

The two of them get dressed up, Ghost armed to the teeth with various throwing knives. He’s not going to use Limbo, not with Soap being right next to him.

And he won’t need to - Ghost is perfectly capable as a fighter with no abilities. There’s a reason the rumors about him as so varied.

Near inhuman in every aspect.

Soap is done before him (less knives, amateur), and now sits to watch Ghost finish up.

A low whistle makes him twist around, “haven’t seen this get-up since the last time we worked together, lookin’ good LT”.

…huh?

“Keep it tactical, Sergeant.” Ghost voices almost mechanically.

“Aye sir, yessir.” Soap gives him an overexaggerated salute.

He rolls his eyes and ignores the warm feeling spreading through his body for the billionth time.

The cartel member’s house appears in the distance after a few minutes of making their way through the wilder parts of Las Almas. Ghost and Soap take out the guards at the front gate and make their way in.

The house is a two storey, drab building, with no real defining features. It’s surrounded by a tall fence, and a smaller shed is stuck by the far left corner of the large yard.

The suspected location of the kidnapped people is by the far end of the house. They’re tasked with making it inside without alerting any alarms, lest they start killing the people trapped inside.

With the front door clear, the two soldiers open the door and instantly check corners, covering each other’s blind spots.

“Clear.”, Ghost announces.

“Clear.” Soap lowers his silenced pistol a bit, “seems awfully empty, LT. Sure we got the right house?”

“Affirm, stay sharp Sergeant.” Ghost starts forwards, Soap not far behind him.

He feels unnerved. The Sergeant is right, the house is quiet, as though it’s been deserted weeks ago. But a quick look at the amount of dust settled on the floors tells him it couldn’t be more than a few days.

They continue forward, clearing rooms methodically. Ghost has a sense of satisfaction from the act, an enjoyment in working together with Soap besides him for the first time.

They complete each other’s blind spots like puzzle pieces.

Soap declares the first floor clear, barring one last room at the very end of the hallway. Up until then they found several evidences that there were narcos residing here in the past, including a hefty amount of white powder, but they’re not here on a drug bust.

“On me Sergeant”, Ghost orders Soap before pushing the door open.

The scene inside is gruesome. Ghost is intimately familiar with narco torturing techniques, so the bloodied items strewn across the room were an unfriendly sight.

4 bodies lay in the room, and Ghost walks over to check for cartel tattoos on them. One of the bodies has dog tags, and he frowns while pulling it out of the dead man’s shirt.

They read “Thomas Anderson”. Why is that name familiar-

“Sergeant Thomas Anderson, 28. Revenant powers… ‘Breathing underwater?’”

Soap examines the torturing devices with wary eyes, muttering “steamin’ Jesus…” under his breath.

Ghost spots a large tub, filled with reddish water.

Anderson’s body is dry, besides the blood oozing out of his cold body.

The three other men in the room however… Their body is coated with an even amount of thinned blood, from their head down to their chests. They died from drowning.

What is the meaning of this…?

Ghost takes Anderson’s dog tags and stands up, “4 confirmed deaths, no survivors”, he radios in.

“Copy, exfil inbound in 30, get yourself there.”

They both exit the room, “copy, out here.”

Ghost turns to stand in front of the Sergeant, “one of them was a revenant”, he dangles the tags in front of Soap’s eyes. The date of Reaping is listed right under date of birth, like in their own tags.

Soap frowns, a certain anger washing over him, “what do you think they’re playin’ at?”

“We can chew on that back at base, for now let get to exfil-”

Ghost barely finishes his sentence when he sees Soap’s eyes widen, locked on something behind his shoulder. Half a second later, he’s being spun around, and the piercing sound of bullets fills the air.

Ghost’s heart hammers, and he finally focuses on the view in front of him. Soap’s wide, blue eyes.

And several blotches of red peppered across his torso, spreading quicker than Ghost can process.

“...Soap?” his mind can’t, refuses to make sense of the sight in front of him. Soap isn’t… he can’t be…

The Sergeant’s breaths are erratic, chest rising and falling in big swells. The shock in his eyes transforms, burns away.

Until all that’s left, is rage.

“I’m so sick of this…” Soap murmurs. Shouts in Spanish echo behind them, but Ghost have eyes and ears only for his Sergeant.

Soap lets go of his shoulders, and Ghost scrambles to take him in his arms.

But Soap turns around and walks away, legs shaking and hands burning brighter and brighter by the second.

One brave narco shoots at his shoulder, making the Scot stagger for a moment.

Ghost lifts an arm, to drag Soap back to him, to cover him from anyone who ever harmed him, to do something, anything.

But Soap unleashes a terrifying snarl and launches forward, grabbing at the narcos.

The explosions blind Ghost, screams and horrible sounds of metal creaking to the breaking point and bones snapping deafening him.

Soap whirls in the middle of this firestorm, exploding guns, heads, walls, anything in his path.

Ghost’s eyes water from the amount of dust and smoke that fills the air.

His Sergeant is radiant.

“Soap…” Ghost tries to stop the unstoppable. He just wants Soap to rest.

“Johnny…..”

Soap finally stills, carnage creating a halo around him, and all Ghost sees is the red on his clothes, the wheezing of his breath.

Ghost takes a step forward, and Soap collapses on his knees.

He rushes to grab him by the shoulders before he can fall further, “you’re fine Johnny, you’re going to be fine.” he sputters, pushing his Sergeant up to look at the wounds.

So many wounds.

He knows no one can survive this. Not even revenants.

“LT…” Soap whispers, voice weak and wobbly.

“You’re going to be alright, you…” air leaves his lungs without a sound. He can’t breathe. How can he?

How can he breathe when Soap lifts a trembling hand, the gentle warmth of flames licking at Ghost’s nape, and looks at him like that?

“LT… I’m not gonna-”

They both jump at the sound of car tires getting closer. The narcos called for backup…

Ghost can’t breathe. He watches Soap shivers in front of him.

He doesn’t have a choice.

Ghost takes Soap in his arms, hand on his nape mirroring his Sergeant, and presses his head to his own shoulder.

“Close your eyes, Johnny. It will all be over soon.”

He can hear Soap gasp, can feel his chest stuttering.

Ghost closes his eyes the moment footsteps enter the house.

Limbo courses out of him, darkness and emptiness and void filling the house, the residents of it screaming, snarling to take a bite at the intruders.

He holds Soap tight, pressing himself as close as he can. The protective wisps of light barely cover them both, but he will not let Soap be taken by Limbo.

Not Soap. Not Johnny.

In the next blink, Limbo is gone. The victims of the void quiet, as if they also mourn along Ghost.

Johnny pushes lightly at his chest, and Ghost separates them to look him in the eyes.

He seemed to try to form a sentence before a series of coughs wrecked his body, so Ghost laid him down on the blood-covered floor.

“G-Ghost”, he utters through clenched teeth, “d’ye… d’ye know how guns work?”

Ghost’s heart crushes at the sound of his Sergeants voice. He’s… not making sense anymore. Blood delirium isn’t unheard of… especially… especially with how much he-

“Yes”, Ghost softly whispers, more gentle than he ever learned to be.

“T-tell me”, Soap winces when more pain makes its way through his system.

Ghost wants to wither away with him. “The bullet goes into the chamber… and the primer is ignited to cause a small exp-”

His world stops completely.

“T-Teh cause a small ex-explosion.” Soap finishes slowly.

Johnny is…

“I’m not gonna d-die, LT”

Ghost’s eyes slide away from Soap’s, to the rest of his body. He slowly lifts his Sergeant’s shirt, to reveal multiple bullet holes where the tac vest didn’t cover him.

Bullet holes that are already closing.

Ghost wanted to scream out of joy, wail in premature unwarranted grief, shout at Soap for not telling him earlier.

But the radio informs them exfil is 10 minutes out, and they need to get a move on if they want to arrive in time.

Ghost slides his hands under Soap’s body, blood soaking his gloves in a way that takes him back 8 months ago. Back when it was different.

Soap grasps him like he’ll fall if he doesn’t.

Different, yet also the same.

The walk to exfil is quiet, save for Soap’s harsh breathing. Healing or not, he still feels pain.

The driver of their exfil car looks horrified at their shared state, but neither give an explanation and take a sit at the back of the car. It’s only after a few moments of nothing that Ghost mutters, “drive” to the Vaquero.

He feels numb, his arms and legs limp, gaze forward, but nothing truly passes through his brain.

Soap shifts beside him, letting out grunts of pain every once in a while. Making it obvious, despite what his heart tells him, that he’s very much alive.

The blood seeping under his fingernails feels freezing.

The Vaquero was at a loss of what to do with them once the car reaches the base. Ghost shuts the door loudly, and with it the connection to his heart.

Lieutenant first, human last.

“Where is medical?” He asks the man.

Ghost carries Soap all the way to the nurse’s hands, where he was stopped and told he had to clean up if he wanted to stay any longer. He wanted to scream infection doesn’t matter when the wounds will close in the matter of minutes, but the look on the nurse told him she wasn’t impressed.

He left medical to drag himself to the showers, energy left behind him with every step.

Showers are usually a short ordeal for him, as efficient as they come. But Johnny’s blood going down the drain made him linger.

30 or so minutes later he comes out, and for the first time in what feels like hours there's something in his brain, besides numbness.

It’s Price. Him and Gaz returned.

The voice in his mind sounds concerned, imploring him to explain why everything looks so dull there.

Ghost ignores it and goes to find his teammates.

“Ghost” Price greets, Gaz perks up from his previous position, head held in his hands. “Where’s the Sergeant?”

Ghost nods back at the hallway, “medical.” is all he provides.

Garrick startles, “Was he injured? What happened?”

“Flanked.” Ghost says, voice matching the emptiness in his head, “got shot.”

“Shot?! Fuck, where-”

“He’s immune.” Ghost cuts him off.

Gaz becomes confused, “immune?”

“To bullets. Primer ignition counts as explosion.”

The Sergeant sits back down, body slackening, “thank fuck…”

Price catches ghost’s eye contact, “but you didn’t know that.”

Ghost just… shrugs.

“Fucking hell…” the Captain looks away, “it was one of the redacted details in his file…”

Gaz frowns, “why would they redact that?”

“Reapers know.”

The next couple of hours zoom past Ghost. His teammates try to coax him out of his unfeeling self, but Ghost isn’t truly in base.

His mind is stuck in a cartel house, in the Las Almas wilderness. On bloody and soot covered floor, with a dying man in his arms.

On eyes, shining with burning rage.

Pain! Pain! Pain! All I'm making Ghost feel is pain!

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cookiesuga55 · 8 months

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Subscription Gainer

Gainer Jungkook has a subscription to a weight-loss tips magazine... just so he can do everything they suggest in reverse. He gets so excited every month to get his new book of health tips, food trends, and learn what dietitians say you shouldn't eat... which means Jungkook tries it.

Jungkook happily flips through it across the next few weeks to pick up things that keep his gaining-lifestyle exciting.

"Oh... laying down after eating increases belly fat?" Jungkook moves from sitting to reclining on his couch after chowing down on Chinese takeout, a hand resting on his full belly as he smiles down at it. "You fatten up for me, okay?" He pats his gut and belches, rubbing in bliss.

"Dairy is one of the top foods on the list of 'what wrecks your metabolism'. They say to cut out milk... it's bad for your thighs and waistline." Jungkook puts four big gallons of whole milk in his cart at the grocery store, fully intending on having a thick glass with every meal. He gets blocks of cheese, tubs of yogurt, and a carton of heavy whipping cream just to top it off, humming contently as someone peeks over at his peculiar purchases.

"Someone who drinks 1 to 2 cans of soda a day will expand their waist line five times faster than someone who doesn't..." Jungkook pants as he reads that one. "Thankfully I've got that covered." He takes another swig from his two-liter jug of coke and flips to the next page about combating a sedentary lifestyle, and kicks up his feet.

"Using a smaller plate will make you think that you're eating more, because your plate looks fuller. Limit yourself to only one portion. Oh that'll be fun-" Jungkook piles up food on a massive platter that he serves guests with on holidays and uses it as a plate for himself. He loads it up with a mountain of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, cornbread, and creamy mac n cheese. "It's still only one portion..." He giggles as he sets the feast in his lap and begins to dig in.

"Low-fat foods are loaded with sugar and can actually make you gain weight..." Jungkook frowns as he warily picks up low-fat mayonnaise off the shelf, feeling like he's betraying himself. "I'm putting all of my faith in you, dietitians. If you deprive me of the deliciousness of full-fat mayo-" He turns over the two bottles to compare the nutrition facts and his eyebrows shoot up. Three times more sugar. Jungkook whips out his phone, googling if sugar or fat is worse for weight gain. He grins as he drops the low-fat option into his basket and happily pads away, his tummy warm with the promise of extra poundage.

"Cut out fast food." Jungkook racks up points in his delivery app. The numbers on his scale climb up just as quickly.

"Choose foods that keep you full for longer. Sugar makes you hungry. Stay away from sugary foods late at night." Jungkook drags his carton of ice cream out of the freezer at 1 am, licking his lips as he pops it open. "Sugar and cream. Delicious and so fattening. I love you, ice-cream. Marry me." He groans around his spoon.

"All it takes is a surplus of 200-500 calories a day to see quick results of gaining fat." Jungkook's mouth waters, and his hands come up to slowly squeeze and knead at his flab as he reads aloud. "If you eat an extra 500 calories a day- a few oreos or dessert- it will take 6 days to gain 1 pound of fat." Jungkook groans, greedily grabbing the heavy pooling of blubber resting in his lap that he is growing. He shakes it, wanting to drool as his entire body responds in wobbles. "And how fat will you get by overeating constantly, huh? How fat will I get from one stuffing?" He asks his magazine as his gut growls just at the thought of being stuffed and fattened. Jungkook reaches for his takeout delivery app, cashing in his hard earned reward points as he imagines the hearty feast filling his greedy gut.

Oh, how the dietitians that work so hard to research and make this health magazine would scream if they could see how Jungkook uses it like a holy bible of ways to get even fatter.

#why is this so adorable ;u;

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paraliveimaginesblog · 9 months

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Hello!! I want to request Hibiscus for Allen please, thank you very much :D

Allen Sugasano:

Hibiscus - the realization of a friendship becoming something more.

Allen hated it when you talked to him about dating.

He had never voiced this so it’s no surprise you still did it, calling him to complain about a date or how someone had treated you. You’d received messages from people only interested in your looks, thinking the pictures you received unsolicited were even worse, but you never shared many details about those with him. He normally sat there, listened, assured that you deserved better, and when you hung up, he couldn’t help but mutter ‘what about me…?’

“You know, they call you like, every night.” Anne leaned forward on the counter, placing their elbows and holding their face in their hand. “I know it’s always about their dates, but don’t you think that’s weird? That they say something new about it pretty much every day?”

Allen crossed his arms, head tilted and eyes closed as he tried to think why that should be weird, finally accepting that he couldn’t figure it out, “Why wouldn’t they be on dates every night? They’re attractive enough, and friendly… They probably get messages on dating apps all the time.”

“Know what app they use?”

He never asked, never wanted to think about it more than he had to when you called him. He felt the jealousy flare up again, each time he thought he had it extinguished it rose like a phoenix and left behind a scorched shadow in his chest that would ache for days.

“No.”

“Hm.” Anne tapped their cheek, again pretending to be in thought despite knowing exactly what was going on here. “Have you ever actually tried asking them on a date?”

“…No.” Allen looked away from Anne’s smile, thinking it made him feel a little pathetic; he knew what he was doing when it came to hip hop, but fielding his feelings was certainly not at the top of his skill list. But even music had taken time, it hadn’t started off smoothly but his passion led to something more, and BAE was formed by the passion of three people coming together to do something they thoroughly enjoyed. Romance was harder to pin down, harder to ‘practice’ without going on countless dates but that would be meaningless to him when he only wanted to date one specific person.

“Text ‘em and see what they say.” Anne tapped their fingers against the countertop now, the clicking of their nails on the hard surface snapping Allen from his thoughts. “You never know unless you try, right?”

“But what if…”

“If they reject you?” Anne sighed, mirroring Allen’s crossed arms pose now. “Is that any worse than having to hear about them talk about other people all the time? Texting and asking when you know them is like, uncool, but I think you’ll be forgiven.”

So, he just had to take a chance, huh?

Allen had been through much worse, finger hovering over your name, trying to find his voice again as the ringing tone filled his ears.

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive Imagines #Paralive x Reader #Allen Sugasano #Allen Sugasano x Reader #Flower Meme #Scenario

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mariondeux · 2 years

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Hello can i request rinne x male reader nsfw drabbles, non-con if possible where reader is shu little brother and rinne fucks them in his dorm, but ofc reader try to ran away because he apparently hates rinne?! Imagine if reader try to tell shu about this rinne would threatening reader with the video tapes that he record during sex(i heard shu have bad impression on rinne hsjhsj)

— SYNOPSIS ; Rinne Amagi had you trapped in a cage you couldn’t find a way out of, all because you hated him.

CW ; NSFW, Non-con, rough sex, manhandling, degradation, non-con sex tapes, blackmail, threats of blackmail

WORD COUNT ; 755

PAIRING ; Rinne Amagi x Male!Reader

A/N ; This is 40% smut and 60% plot 😭

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

Tears flowed down your cheeks and landed on the pillow underneath you as Rinne brutally fucked his cock into your ass. His head hung low and teeth dug into your neck to keep you in place. Earlier, before he even shoved his cock in you, you had tried to escape by any means, screaming, fighting back, anything. Rinne was way stronger than you. He overpowered you in every way and nearly made you lose feeling in your arms due to how tightly he gripped onto them.

So, now you lay limp in his bed, sobbing in pleasure and agony. You hated the fact that he was actually amazing at sex, the way he hardly ever tired himself. It was like his stamina was endless; you don’t know how he’s even fucked you at the same merciless pace he’s been going at since the beginning. It hurt. It hurt so well.

“Shit! Ugh- fucking cumdumpster, Your ass is covered in cum and you’re laying there taking it all. Admit it, you secretly wanted this all along, huh?” Rinne’s hands grabbed onto your hips with a bruising grip, slapping your hips against his so you could feel every bit of his thick, juicy cock massaging your inner walls. “You wanted me to fucking ruin you. You’re just too shy to admit it. Hiding behind that facade that you ‘hate’ me.”

You sobbed harder, using your arms to weakly slap at his hands as you weakly choked out a ‘No’. The grin on Rinne’s face only grew wider, his thrusts coming to a sudden stop to flip your body around. He had you lay on your back as he hovered over you, grabbing his phone off his nightstand. He turned it on, going straight to the camera app. You furrowed your brows at the phone in his hands.

“Rinne, please, please don’t record this, I–”

Rinne harshly gripped onto your face, getting you to shut up instantly.

“I’ll do what I want, whore.”

You spent the next few days laying in your bed, crying or staring at the wall over what had happened. You hated Rinne before, but now you utterly despised him. He was a monster, hell; he was more than a monster. Rinne was worse than a monster and a demon combined. But.. your brother had your back, right? As far as you were aware, Rinne didn’t leave a good impression on your brother at all.

So, working up the courage, you finally left your place to go meet up with your brother. You were sure he’d be in his dorm at this time of the day. You just hoped Rinne wasn’t nearby while you’re there.

You looked around the area, steering clear of a certain wild redhead as you made your way towards your brother's dorm room. As you neared it, you could feel your heart swell with hope. Maybe then Rinne could actually back off once a third party had found out what he’d done to you.

But, before you could reach the door, someone harshly pulled you to the side and god knows where. You whimpered, opening your eyes to see the very person you didn’t want to see.

“(Name). Are you actually gonna fucking do what I think you’re trying to do?” He didn’t even sound angry. It was like he was mocking you. Calling you an idiot for getting your hopes up for no reason in his own words.

You swallowed, shrinking back into the wall you were currently pinned to.

“Rinne, please, just leave me the fuck alone! You’re a huge shitbag for what you did to me!” Your voice broke as you spoke, water already building up in your eyes as your vision grew blurry. You were tired. So tired of this guy's bullshit, why couldn’t he ever leave you alone for once?

“Watch your tongue, baby boy. You’re not the one who has this,” Rinne already had his phone pulled out, practically shoving his phone in your face as your own sobs from that night filled your ears. The groans and the way his cock disappeared into your tight hole. It was like it was happening all over again. Rinne’s smirked seemed to never leave his face as he rendered you silent. “If you even rat me out to your brother, I’ll show everyone how much of a whore you can really be.”

You swallowed thickly as your heart sank.

Rinne Amagi had just single-handedly ruined your life and stomped on every bit of hope you had left.

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boxingcleverrr · 7 months

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RE: tiktok like, I feel like I get defensive here and people misconstrue WHY, and.

Don't get me wrong: platform has problems.

The fast easy ones are, mainly: bullying, ease of doxxing, data gathering, but like. None of those things are exclusive to TT.

The next issues you get are the FOMO factor, which gets LOTS of people, I get it: if you are susceptible to doom-scrolling, tiktok is the absolute LAST app for you.

My ADHD doesn't really manifest that way! I get bored of my FYP after like 10-15 minutes, and swap to my Following tab, cause yanno, I treat tiktok like tumblr, with few adjustments. I don't feel the need to keep seeing what the algo feeds me after the first few fun comedy bits, recipes, new cosplayers I haven't seen before, and an egg-peeling live that will 100% snag me if I'm high.

The one other Modern Problem I'll lay at it's feet is the Bean Soup phenom.

Like, that algo in general has given SO MANY PEOPLE What About Me? Brainrot. Big Real!

What it has NOT done? Is make "The Youths" dumber.

HOW is the webbed site that was on the forefront of "eating tide pods isn't actually a thing that's happening" now falling for EVERY single "A dangerous tiktok trend is happening!" that crosses my damn dash?

There have always been people eating shit they shouldn't.

There have always been Youths (tm) doing things people over 35 don't like, from swallowing goldfish to tidepods and it's always been WAY less than the media would make you believe. It's usually, like, less than a dozen kids, if ANY.

And yeah, there have always been very real insidious assholes luring kids to their cause with altered versions of history.

AND YES, the internet has made all those things worse cause it's so far-reachig!

But not NEARLY to the extent the media would have you believe, and it's ALL of the internet these days, not just one platform.

But MAYBE take notice, that it's ALWAYS the one younger people are using the most, that gets the most targeted ire.

This past week, my tiktok FYP has all been yeah, still the aforementioned comedians and cosplayers, but they're vastly outnumbered by young people in Palestine, in Israel, in the US, all around the world, sharing info in real-time as it happens, and calling for peace.

What a great time to get moms on FB freaking out about a fake Osama-geddon., huh

#blathering

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tips-from-a-tech-worker · 10 months

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It's been some time, eh?

Howdy folks! It's been some time since I last properly posted on here, huh?

Just as a warning, I am going to be getting into some deeply personal stuff, as well as deeply distressing stuff relating to myself and wider society, so if you're not in the right place for that, I suggest you skip past this.

Firstly, I just want to say thanks so much for all of you still engaging with this rarely updated page. I post maybe once a year, and a lot of the time it isn't even anything to do with what I originally created this page for: to show off code that I thought was particularly pretty, or code that made something particularly pretty.

I still enjoy all that stuff, no doubt about it. But I've honestly found it quite tricky to be enthusiastic about writing code at the moment.

For context, I work at a university developing apps and websites for medical research. That sounds quite valuable and fulfilling right? I mean I thought so too for such a long time. But lately, I've been having my doubts.

A lot of what we do make creates so much added overhead for doctors, where they already barely have time to see patients as it is. It also adds so much overhead to the lives of patients who engage with these apps. Most of our apps are for mental health help, and our research studies show that participants always engage and love it.. But they're research participants.. They're already self-selecting to be engaged and interested. As it turns out, a lot of mentally unwell people do not have the capacity for any of the stuff we make - myself included!

On top of not feeling like my work is contributing - on the contrary, it feels like it is making things worse - universities here are, in practice, dictated by private interests and the "market", whatever the hell that is. It is nominally funded by the government, but they largely do not do that. Because of this, they run as businesses.

Oh, your department isn't profitable anymore despite doing incredibly important work? Well, the market says you gotta go. You and 10,000 people who work there.

Some academic staff have half an hour of free time in the middle of the day? Well, that obviously means that we can fire a tonne of admin and put all that labour onto the backs of the researchers.

Oh, we fired all the cleaners at the beginning of the pandemic, but now things have opened again we have no cleaners? Well the students can handle that one! That's free labour!

It's all a bit maddening.

On top of all that as well, our university has decided that rather than solve any of these issues, it's going to ignore them, on top of many other issues of racism, transphobia, homophobia, antisemitism, islamophobia, you name it! All this, in the face of raking in millions in profits every year.

I know a lot of that is nothing to do with software development, but as software development is part of my job, and my job is within the university, you might imagine that this leaves a slightly awful taste in my mouth.

What stings even more is that I thought working in the university was the preferable choice. I worked in a couple of privately ran tech companies a while ago, and it was hell on earth. And now, finding out that the supposed "escape route" is also as bad.. Code is the last thing on my mind. It's the last thing I want on my mind.

Just a bit about me. I am a non-binary person. I've known this all my life, despite not really having the language to describe it. Since I was very young, every encounter I had with "gender" REALLY distressed me for some reason. I had put it down to patriarchy, sexism, all that horrible stuff, and for a large part that was true. Like all that stuff is SUPER distressing. But it didn't explain the whole picture.

Over the pandemic I had time to properly sit down and reflect on myself and my identity - and SO much more but I'm trying to keep things focussed here! I finally put a pin in it, and that helped so much. A lot of the gender distress, whilst still there as background noise, went away. Clouds were lifted. ...Until now clouds found their way in..

Not sure if anyone is aware, but the UK (yes sorry I'm British) is a deeply transphobic society - well, at least the parts of it you are allowed to see through the lens of the privately owned media. Discovering, or at least admitting to myself, that I was non-binary was a huge step forward into the gaze of this society. A society whose public conversation is largely captured by transphobic actors. Lord Alan Sugar - ruling class in every aspect, JK Rowling - a castle owning bigot who wrote a few books that people seem fixated on, almost the entirety of the Conservative and Labour party, just about every newspaper column that exists (including the supposedly progressive ones).

On top of that, none of these people who are in control of society, or at least have a lot of influence over it, seem to want to do anything about the existential problems we're facing. Climate change, multiple health crises, poverty, etc. You name it, god forbid they action anything to resolve this.

But what has this got to do with coding? Well not much honestly.. But whilst all this is rattling in my head, and I am trapped making code for people that do not care about me - or at worst, actively want to see me removed from society - and I'm making code that doesn't do anything useful, I know I'm not doing anything that could help all this. I'm too shattered after a day of doing a job I hate to do anything positive.

I've taken the last month or so off work on sick leave, and honestly I am tempted to take more off. The ONE good thing about working at the university is it's sick leave policy. As an employee of 3 or more years, I am entitled to 6 months sick leave at full pay. I feel like I should probably make use of that, eh?

But during my time off I have been focusing on myself. Playing video games, streaming a bit, and hey, even faffing around with bits of code! But also..

I don't know if it's obvious from my videos - I mean, you'll have probably figured this out from this very post - but I am very politically engaged to say the least. And over the years of seeing issue after issue not being addressed by people supposedly there to help us, I've come to the conclusion that we should probably start helping ourselves. We live in a society where everything is dictated by a few very rich individuals, and the majority of us have to just accept whatever decree is issued upon us. I don't particularly think that this is a fair, just, or even effective structure of society. And over the past few years I've come to the realisation that it doesn't have to be.

Society is built and maintained by people who do the work. Farmers, mechanics, shop assistants, doctors, firefighters, teachers, and yes even coders. We spend our lives answering to a series of bosses telling us what to do, how to do our jobs, when we should work, when we should go home, and things really do not have to be this way.

As a bare minimum, I have become quite the advocate of worker-cooperatives. That is, companies that are owned, managed, and ran entirely by the people who work at them. There are quite a few examples of this across the planet but the largest of which is Mondragon.

But I don't necessarily think that is enough to fix the issues in the world. Sure, they help in the immediate. Give workers a chance to be able to control their lives, make a decent living, etc. But workers-cooperatives still have to engage in "the market" - again, nobody has explicitly told me what this is yet. But because they do, then the threat of climate collapse is still there. Some of you might have clicked as to where I'm going with this.

To put it plainly, I am a communist. Now already that is conjuring some fantastical image in your minds of a glorious (or despotic) workers' republic, men with big beards, and big red stars (which personally I am at least a little sympathetic to but I get why people would be hesitant of this). I just wanted to dispel a few myths whilst I'm here.

I advocate and am actively trying to help build a society where everyone in a community - be that a workplace, where a group of people live, or where a group of people play - has an equal say in how that community is ran. History has thousands of examples of collectively ran communities from early civilization right up to the modern day. And whilst none of them were particularly perfect (nothing ever is), they put people in a position where if an issue came up, people could coordinate and try and resolve this issue.

To do this, I am actively involved in IWW union organising. I think the best way for workers to gain collective and equal control of society is by capturing it one workplace at a time so that each and every workplace is fair to the people who do the majority of the work.

But what does this have to do with climate change? With transphobia? Any of it? Well, as said before, a lot of our society is owned by some very rich individuals who will do anything they can to keep hold of what they got. These people aren't inherently "evil" or whatever. But the system of which we exist in encourages them to hold onto what they have by any means necessary. To do this, and they might not even realise they're doing it, they will try and make sure that everyone else is at each others throats by pushing transphobia, racism, all that horrible stuff.

As well as this, those individuals often have friends who own the coal industries, the oil industries, the gas industries, etc, etc. All of whom make their living off those pollutants. It is in their interest to make sure those industries make money. They're not going to change their minds because that is how they survive. But were society controlled by everyone, especially those who would be actively affected by climate change, then something could actually be done.

Okay. But what the HELL does this have to do with coding? Well.. It was a starting point for me. It led to all these thoughts. All these realisations. I started thinking about what I was doing, what I was making. Then I thought about why I was doing it, why my boss wanted me to do it. Then kept expanding from there. Eventually, it painted this whole picture.

I know by this point I will have lost a lot of you. Some people will have immediately seen the long post and gone "Nah, I ain't reading that" and honestly I don't blame you. Some people will have seen the word "communist" and flown off into a rage-induced coma. Again, I don't necessarily disparage people from reacting like that in the face of everything people are told about communists. But I felt that saying all this in the open was appropriate. Every year it feels like we're coming closer and closer to collapse. We can already see it around us. Wear and tear. Cracks slowly expanding. And nobody is doing much to stop it. People are barely pointing at the cracks. Some people are insisting they've always been there, or that they're not there at all. I NEED people to know, and to do something, and to want to do something.

Congrats for making this far. I know the tail end of this has gone into a bit of a poorly structured ramble (as if the rest wasn't..). All this to basically say, I don't think I want to use this page to show off code. I think it can be much more useful than that.

From here on, the posts you will see here will relate to community organising (mostly workplace union organising) and practical things people can do to try and gain some sort of control.

I understand that this will upset, confuse, and even anger some people. But I need to do this for myself. But not only that, I want to do this for everyone else.

Feel free to unfollow, ask questions, do whatever. But please understand that things are getting a bit desperate.

Once again, thank you all so much for all the support and interest over the years. I started this in 2014/15 when I was in a bit of a pit of dispair and wanted to show off something I was passionate about to keep the darkness at bay, and you all helped so much with that. I don't think I'll ever forget this community, but I must move on.

Stay safe, and solidarity. xox

P.S. Apologies for the typos. I was going to run through this a second time. But I REALLY just want it all off my chest now. We can work through it together if need be. <3

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vinsmokewife · 9 months

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who is this person / chapter one

On a quest to find love on a dating website, Sanji falls head over heels for a woman with an interest in...alternative relationships that sends him down a rabbit hole of completing tasks for a seemingly sadistic mistress. But what happens when she turns out to be more than what she seems? Darkfic with themes of internalised homophobia, bad bdsm practices and lying about your identity to strangers on the internet. Please read with caution. This is NOT how BSDM should be practiced. Always practice Sane, Safe and Consensual practices boarders on being considered dead dove do not eat material read on ao3 read on ff

tags included: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers Internalized Homophobia Bottom Vinsmoke Sanji Top Roronoa Zoro Roronoa Zoro and Vinsmoke Sanji Bickering Sanji and Zoro are awful in this fic btw they both do terrible things Grimdark It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better Sanji is really homophobic in this fic because he's dealing with being bi jknjkn Roronoa Zoro is Bad At Feelings and deals with his feeling AWFULLY BDSM Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane Dead Dove: Do Not Eat i'm only tagging it as dead dove for safety because this is dark

authors note:

So, this is more like a personal little mission for me. I wrote a cringy fanfic called Who’s That Person when I was 13. That was ten years ago. I am about to turn 25 this year. I have been rewatching One Piece and decided I really liked the idea of Who Is This Person, but I wrote it poorly because I was 13. So, I am going to revise it. I still get comments on the sequel called Misery asking if I will ever continue it.

SO. With that said, this fanfic will be entirely different. No more ooc suicide attempts or just cringy sex scenes and DEFINATELY no mpreg if there’s a sequel. It will also be set in the modern world because I don’t know if I ever explained what verse Who’s This Person was written in. Probably didn’t think about it too much. Either way, I hope this is a lot better because I cringe whenever I read the original.

THIS STORY IS PRIMARY TOLD IN EITHER SANJI'S POV OR ZORO'S POV. Similarly to the original aha. But I will indicate it clearly in the story.

LOGGING ON; S POV

The idea of online dating had seemed abhorrent to Sanji. A self-proclaimed pristine gentleman who was interested in real romance and not the one behind a screen. Online dating, among his age group, seemed to kind of be the norm. When he had his weekly meetings with Nami and Robin (his gal pals), they (although, more Nami than anything) seemed to talk a lot about their online escapades. 

It was time to consider the possibility of modernizing his dating pool. It is time he experimented a little in the modern age. It was about time that he considered trying a dating app. 

It might have sounded very boomerish but it was more a case of not knowing what to expect online but maybe that was what was so exciting. Sanji rarely had any time to date as much as he liked. Being a chef at his father's restaurant was draining, and the hours were antisocial. Too many long nights and sleeping in to catch up with much needed sleep. He longed to date as he was a romantic person but there was never enough time in the day to date. So, here he was, finishing up a profile on a swiping dating app that Nami recommended. 

It wasn’t long until after the account was live, he got a few swipes. Naturally, he swiped right on pretty much all of them. Afterall, he would give every woman a chance. 

One in particular caught his eye, however. It made him stop before he swiped. A beautiful woman with dark brown hair, big blue eyes and a very soft feminine face. She looked like a model; someone who didn’t seem real. Her name was Zoey. It was even a question of whether or not to swipe for her. She seemed like she might be a joke. Either way, 

Z: Hey. Thanks for the swipe. I hope we can talk soon.

That was how this worked then. Huh. Easy. Quickly and with much eagerness, Sanji typed out a message in return. He was unsure if the same tactics worked online as they would in person. It was hard to gauge a reaction from not being able to see someone’s face but maybe that was the excitement.

S: I’m here now, dear. I’d love to talk ♡.

The annoying thing about this was the waiting game that one had to endure with these types of conversations. Nothing was instant. It wasn’t like when you chatted to someone, and you had to wait for every calculated move. It certainly wasn’t like normal dating.

Z: Cool. What are you up to? 

Well, wasn’t it obvious? He was spending his time being lonely talking to someone he had never met online. But, besides the point.

S: I’m talking to you, darling. Actually, I just made this profile two seconds ago. You are the first lucky lady I’ve spoken to.

S: What are you up to?

Z: Lucky me.

Z: I’ve just been to the gym. It was leg day today.

Z: So, I’m just going back to my apartment for a nice warm bath and a beer. Maybe a nap.

Z: I’ll be honest, this is my first time on an app like this. I don’t usually do the whole dating thing normally. But I was told I needed to loosen up and live a little by some friends.

Hmm. That was similar to him actually. Although it wasn’t so much that he was doing this because Robin and Nami encouraged him to. This was probably a good idea. Probably. Well, he was tired of his mundane life at Zeff’s restaurant anyway.

S: I understand, dear. I’ve never made a dating profile in my life.

S: I work at my father’s restaurant. Well, adoptive father. He practically raised me.

S: But he’s a piece of work. I have ambitions of being a chef, but he won��t let me in the kitchen. I wait tables. It’s not what I want to be doing. If I’m not waiting tables, I’m bartending.

S: I’m not sure if you’ve been to the Baratie?

Z: I have heard of it. Not really been in it. It’s too expensive for my taste… I prefer a shitty rundown bar.

S: Hmph. Baratie IS a shitty rundown restaurant in my opinion.

S: What do you do? I’ve told you I’m a waiter. Do you have some embarrassing day job then?

Z: I’m a personal trainer. I work at a gym.

Z: It’s not all that exciting.

Z: I’d pick being a waiter over being a personal trainer any day.

She seemed…down to earth. It reminded him of talking to Nami or Robin. Conversation felt incredibly natural. As he lay there looking around his surroundings, his room in his apartment that had cooking books strewn around the room that he had been looking into but everything else seemed very tame in comparison. Things were getting rather dull and predictable which made him what to spice things up and holding back in conversations such as these were not his style at all. It was time to be more… direct.

S: Hmmm. I don’t know… I’d kill to have a personal trainer like you ;)

Maybe a little too cheesy. He bites his lip and hopes it lands. There’s a minute or so with no message. Because it was a little bit of a gamble, the minute in between this message and the next one seemed significantly longer than any other message and to be honest, he was beginning to think he had down something wrong but that was all until the next message came through.

Z: Hm.

Z: If you want to play that game, I think you make a handsome waiter…

Z: A man like you serving my every need? I think that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do.

And…Sanji was not expecting that kind of response and it made him sit upright in the bed. It was…bold. Suspiciously bold actually. Normally his attempts at wooing women didn’t exactly earn that kind of response. It took him a few minutes to even think of what to say but before he could type something in return, she writes again.

Z: I have to go…run some errands.

Z: It was nice talking to you.

Z: I’m interested in getting to know you if you are interested in me too. I think we could have a very special relationship J

Z: See you later, Sanji.

Sanji almost at once replies back. The conversation is over quicker than it has begun but he doubts it will be the last.

S: Of course. I’ll talk to you later, starshine.

Zoey is now offline.

Sanji let himself fall back against the bed. It was a short conversation, but it left an impact on him. What kind of special relationship was she after? He thought about what she said for a minute but then disregarded it. After all, she was merely a stranger on the internet and perhaps she was only there to fill a need of her own but...

How does one conversation get you so invested?

He hadn’t forgotten about tonight. It may not have seemed interesting at first, but the start of the night from 6pm he had to go to work. Tonight, Zeff (his adoptive father) was working which meant that Sanji was front of house. He didn’t hate being front of house; it wasn’t a particularly hard job, but it meant he was as far away from the kitchen as possible.

See, Sanji had so much respect and admiration for Zeff. Zeff practically raised Sanji when no one else would. Zeff stepped up as a father to Sanji when his own father (who he doesn’t know or remember) abandoned him. Sanji had absolutely nothing to his name and not a roof over his head when Zeff found him.

So, it wasn’t as if Zeff and Sanji hated each other. There was a lot of love there but...not at work. Zeff kept Sanji as far away from the kitchen as possible, especially when he was working. If he wasn’t, he made sure Sanji wasn’t scheduled for kitchen duty. This brought a lot of frustration as Sanji wanted to be a chef and being a chef in Zeff’s restaurant seemed like the ideal choice for him but... There was a lot more to it than that.

To others, they never seemed like they got on. They are constantly bickering. Zeff telling Sanji that the reason he isn’t allowed to cook is because his cooking is shit, Sanji calling Zeff’s restaurant shitty and rundown...that kind of things.

However, he obviously didn’t mean it because nights like to tonight, Zeff would retire early and hand Sanji the keys to the restaurant telling him he’s on lock up duty.

Sanji didn’t mind. It was a moment of quiet for him. Once the staff were dismissed, Sanji would just do some admin out the back. Tonight was no different. However, he kept looking at his phone. Since Zoey, Sanji had managed to start conversations with other women. Some of them charming, some disinterested and some just looking for friendly conversation but none caught his eyes like Zoey did.

Sanji was in the middle of some paperwork in the office when he heard a bang on the door. It scared the shit out of him. He nearly fell off his chair but at once the voice that shouted out made Sanji annoyed more than anything.

“SANJI! I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE! I’M HERE FOR THE FOOD IN THE KITCHEN”

God damnit Luffy.

Sanji almost ran from the office to the front door where, in the darkness of the night, his friend Luffy was standing with his face against the window. Sanji unlocked the door.

“Hey! Do you want me to lose my job?” Sanji opened the door to see Luffy standing there. Luffy was one of his best friends. He actually met Luffy here; because Luffy ate Zeff out of house and home and got forced to do the dishes for a week as payment. He got to know Luffy and his antics. He admired Luffy’s carefree nature so much. Luffy merely smiled and pushed his way to the door, following him was his other friend, Nami.

“Hey Sanji! Sorry he was so excited to be here,” Her sweet voice said throwing him a wink which at once lessoned his anger.

“He just needs to keep his fucking voice down. I could lose my job if Zeff finds out he’s helping himself to food from the kitchen,”

Sanji had an arrangement with Luffy. Luffy stopped turning up the Baratie and eating without paying the bill, and Sanji would let him into the kitchen on nights he’s closing up and he had free range of the food that’s going to be thrown out. Sanji disagrees with the idea that food should be thrown out like this; at least let someone who doesn’t have much eat it.

Or at least Luffy so Zeff stops popping blood vessels whenever he comes by.

Just as Sanji is about to close the door, a hand grabs onto the end of it and pushes it open. Sanji didn’t see that they had taken their other friend along.

Roronoa Zoro. Sanji and Zoro were not friends.

“Aren’t you going to let me in, shitty cook?”

Sanji was so close to slamming the door right in his stupid moss head face and break that stupid look on his face. Zoro was built like a brick house and had a hair full of moss like hair. He just looked so stupid in Sanji’s eyes. He hated when Zoro tagged along like a stupid mossy looking dog.

“Not with that damn attitude,”

Although Sanji looked smaller in comparison, he had just as much strength as Zoro so he tried to push the door back only for Nami to grab his shoulder gently.

“Come on you two. Can’t you two stop bickering for once in your life?” Immediately, because it was Nami, Sanji opened the door and let Zoro in who basically barged past him. Had Nami not been there to defuse the situation, there would have been a fight as Sanji clenched his jaw watching Zoro just barge into Zeff’s restaurant like this, the disrespect!

“Fine. I’ve got work to do in the back. Will you PLEASE make sure Luffy doesn’t get into the good fridge? And that Mosshead keeps to a one drink minimun. He’s lucky I let him even have one,”

They both look at Zoro, who has made his way over the beautiful looking bar off the corner. He’s in the fridge looking for a beer. God, just the look on his face makes Sanji want to punch his face.

“Fine. Don’t worry. I’ll look after him. Just do what you need to do...please!” Nami said with that sweet voice of hers. If Nami didn’t only like girls...

“Fine. Anything for you~!” Sanji turned to go for the back, giving Zoro one last glare before he did. Then he went back into the office and started doing the administration he was supposed to have done a while back. About 5 minutes into it, his phone buzzes. He assumes it’s going to be Nami sheepishly telling him that Luffy got into the fridge or that Zoro has opened a second beer but...

YOU HAVE A MESSAGE FROM: Zoey.

Quickly, Sanji opens his phone and opened the app only to read her message.

Z: Are you awake? I just got back from the gym.

S: Yes, yes, I’m awake. I’m just cashing up for the night

His reply came rather quickly. He didn’t realise but he had been hoping for all day that she would message him.

Z: Good.

Z: I know we’ve only started talking but I like talking to you, Sanji.

Z: There’s something about you that I really like.

S: I’m very flattered. I enjoyed our conversation this morning too.

Sanji continued to type away at the admin on his computer. He was half paying attention to the conversation. Normally he would have managed to get this done quicker but he would stop every now and then to speak to Zoey. The conversation was really casual until near the end, just when he was away to finish cashing up, a message caught his eye as it came from entirely out of nowhere.

Z: So, Sanji, I want to ask you something, but I don’t want to scare you away. I really like the connection we have already, but I want to ask, what do you think about... kinkier stuff?

LOGGING ON: Z’s POV

“Hey Zoro...”

Zoro was barely paying attention to Luffy’s whining. Something about the good fridge being locked or something. Hell, if he knew. Luffy had currently found himself a bunch of plates of food that didn’t make the cut (but was fine otherwise) desserts, sweets and all that but he is still complaining about not being able to get into the fridge. However, it is not Luffy that is pestering this time.

He had lost track of time since Sanji had went into the back. He had been sitting at the bar, legs on the table on his phone. Not a habit Zoro often indulged in but recently, something rather interesting happened that made it more...so.

“Hey....Zoro!”

It seemed that Zoro was too invested in whatever was going on and that was annoying Nami. Since this morning, when she first seen Zoro, he’d been acting a little...bizarre. He was not one to be distracted by his phone unless it was for a reason. Sometimes, Zoro even forgot he had one but as of today, Zoro has been watching his phone like an absolute hawk.

So, Nami decided the next logical thing to do and while he wasn’t looking, Nami snatched it out of his hand.

“Wha-”

Zoro suddenly realised what had happened jumped to his feet and nearly tackled her, but Nami prepared herself for this and stood to the side.

“Oooh, you finally have a girlfriend? Is that why you keep looking at your phone?” So far, Nami didn’t look at the screen. She didn’t really feel the need to right now as she kept dodging Zoro who was increasingly getting more flustered with her.

“Nami, I swear... Give me it back or I will punch you across this room,” Zoro didn’t often threaten his friends. Not as a joke but Nami decided to push his buttons a little more as she then went to look at the phone.

“Hey, maybe I should introduce myself as one of your best-” Nami interrupted herself as she saw the contents of his screen. It was a dating app. It was a familiar dating app. It was a dating app that Nami frequented but... she never saw Zoro on it. Maybe he had blocked her, so they didn’t match. She seen the last message... that was sent by Zoro.

Z: So, Sanji, I want to ask you something, but I don’t want to scare you away. I really like the connection we have already, but I want to ask, what do you think about... kinkier stuff?

Sanji? No. Zoro and Sanji hated each other. They couldn’t stand each other. Why would they be...wait... Zoro’s name wasn’t Zoro. It was Zoey.

“Z-Zoro...what is...”

Just then, Luffy burst through from the kitchen just as Zoro had grabbed the phone from her hand and shoved it back into his pocket as if nothing happened. Luffy looked at the two of them and frowned.

“Hey. No fights without me! I thought Sanji would be finished by now,”

Nami didn’t know what to say. She felt like her head was spinning. What was going on between her two friends. She looked at Luffy and then Zoro before she took a step. “Should I go check on him?”

Although he never showed it, Zoro stepped forward with every intention of stopping her, “I don’t think dartboard brows will be long. Wasn’t there another case of food you didn’t seen near the door to the back? That’s normally where they keep the good beer as well,”

Luffy scoffed and shook his head, “You know I don’t like beer, but I guess I’ll go have a look. Thanks Zoro,” Luffy turned his heels to go back into the kitchen. That left Zoro and Nami alone again. Nami turned to look him before she started heading towards where she knew Sanji would be. That was until she heard Zoro’s voice.

“Don’t you want to know why before you storm off and make matters worse?”

Nami turned on her heels. She could barely look at Zoro right now. Zoro was, in clear view, catfishing Sanji on a dating website. She assumed it was because Zoro hated Sanji so much that he was going to make him miserable by doing something like this. To embarrass Sanji and humiliate him. Nami didn’t mind a bit of banter between friends. A little bit of bullying was fine, but this right here was taking it too far.

“I don’t care what reasons you have. I understand you hate Sanji, but this is really cruel Zoro. I thought you were above this,”

Zoro’s eyebrows knitted together as he watched her. He seemed calm enough. He sat down again, looking at her and shaking his head.

“You think I’m doing this because I hate him? Hm. Maybe it does seem that way...doesn’t it,” There was something about the way Zoro was acting that seemed very unreadable, but Nami could only assume that was the reason. Why else would you catfish someone other than...? Now it was Nami’s turn to be confused which Zoro seen and in the most casual way, he revealed a secret leaning back with a beer in hand.

“Did you know I’m gay, Nami?”

Nami now fully turned to Zoro. Nami took a breath. Something like this didn’t bother her. Nami was a lesbian and was happily in a relationship with another friend of theirs, Vivi. Their friendship group was pretty diverse. There was Luffy who was asexual and aromantic. Robin and Franky, despite being in a relationship, were both bisexual. Brook was an old gay man. Usopp was bisexual as well.

Sanji was the outlier. The one person who wasn’t like the rest of them...

“No, I didn’t know you were. Is this how you’re coming out to me? By catfishing one of my best friends? Because this is one hell of a coming out,” She breathed out.

“No, just listen Nami,” Zoro was clearly becoming a little impatient Nami could have laughed. She really could have. Zoro and Sanji hated each other. Or at least that’s what she thought.

“So, you’re...what... catfishing him. That’s pretty fucked up,”

“I didn’t intend on it being him. Listen, Luffy and Usopp made the profile on my phone as a joke. When I went to delete it, I got curious and started swiping through people. Sanji’s profile appeared. I only started talking to him today. It’s...nice to talk to him without him being annoying or antagonising me. It’s like we’re friends-”

“You know you could just talk to him too and not be a dick about it. This is a pretty extreme way of going about it. And what about that last message about kink-”

It was at that moment that Sanji appeared through the kitchen doors looking absolutely furious with Luffy who was covered in... chocolate. The two of them stopped looking angry at each other and looked at their friend.

“Zeff is going to be absolutely furious with me! A whole chocolate cake! Gone!” Sanji pushed Luffy who went and stood next to Zoro. Sanji looked at Nami and looked at Zoro.

“Who told him about the case next to the door? The one that’s clearly for cakes?”

“It’s just a cake,” Zoro replied casually, “I’m sure if Zeff lets you near the kitchen you can just make another one, waiter,”

If Sanji wasn’t already at 100, he was now with Zoro’s little comment. Sanji was ready to storm in that kitchen, but he took a moment to compose himself.

“I’m going to have to stay all night to replace that cake so whatever you three wanted me to do with you, I’m going to have to say no,” Sanji showed them to the door, “Now please, leave.”

“Fiiine I had my share. I wonder if Shanks has left me anything...” Luffy said as he headed towards the door. Zoro just looked at Sanji who scowled at him then Nami looked at Sanji. She wanted to say something about Zoro. About...Zoey...

“Sanji...”

“Nami... Dear, I’d love you to stay but I have a cake to make and Zeff will kill me,” Sanji never got mad at her, and he wasn’t mad at her. However, this was the politest way of saying please leave.

“Okay...” Maybe tomorrow, if he was free...she didn’t want to upset him more than he already was. She left and was left with Zoro because Luffy decided to go to Shanks house instead. It was awkward because Zoro probably knew what Nami wanted to do. They walked alongside each other and didn’t talk.

Until Zoro broke the silence. A deep almost regretful sigh left his lips as he stopped on the street. He looked at Nami before talking.

“I’ll delete the profile tonight. It was a stupid thing for me to do...”

Nami nodded in agreement. “Thank you Zoro. I won’t tell him if you do that...”

#zosan fanfic #zoro x sanji #one piece zosan

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