#'the vibes were toxic at the club' you said.

[fisheito]

still thinking about those promo pics where they locked the tops and bottoms in separate rooms

[weezerlvr228]

It's giving the...main character syndrome. like who tf does she think she is??? Y/N???

NO OH MY GOSH ANON. LET ME TELL YOU. LET ME FRIGGIN TELL YOU.

[ham1lton]

DO YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME ?

summary: assistant yn takes to instagram to answer some questions from her followers!

pairings: mentions of lando/reader, lewis/reader, max/reader, charles/reader, jude/reader and oscar/reader.

author’s note: thank you to everyone who sent in questions! i can’t thank you all individually, but genuinely i want to say i appreciated your asks!!! this series has only gone on as long as it has due to everyone’s interest and contributions ! <3

— part of the dream girl universe!

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(the camera turns to show yn, smiling as she balances the phone against the bathroom mirror as she attempts to finish doing her hair as she faces the camera. she hums along with the song in background which is anticipating by britney spears.)

YN: hello my darlings!! i promised i’d do a ig live once i reached five million followers and here i am!

user1: HI QUEEN

user3: are you at lewis’ house?

YN: no, i’m actually at my own apartment. i do have my own apartment. i don’t live with lewis? you do know that right? it’s important to me that you know this.

user4: coulda fooled us.

user2: this song is a BOP!

user5: thought u were couch surfing.

YN: anyways, i’m gonna answer some questions.

user6: if you had to describe your aesthetic in 3 words, how would you describe it?

YN: hmmmm…. i’d like to say fun, loud and sexy. i like bright colours. my dream comparison is to the hot older sisters from those 2000s movies. y’know? love graphic tees but also form fitting dresses. best part of having a athlete as a boss is that i always get to use his home gym to work out! and i get tips from his nutritionist and personal trainer all the time.

user7: is that the best part of your job?

YN: um… obviously roscoe is the best part of my job. we’re besties. lewis hates it. you know those trends were the family stand next to each other and wait for the kid to choose who’s arms to run into? we did that with roscoe and he chose me. i don’t think lewis has gotten over the betrayal.

user8: it only happened once though right?

user9: maybe it was a fluke?

YN: he said that so we did it five times… and he chose me every time. i really can’t help it that everyone loves me!

user8: yn, what is your type in a guy?

YN: it’s so specific but it’s also not specific at all? like i’ll need to feel out vibes and chemistry before i can say yes or no? but generally i like guys who make me laugh, i feel comfortable around and who smell good. also a cute smile is a big bonus.

user2: i need your thoughts on the new f1 movie and the season so far!!

YN: lewis winning his home race was just pure perfection. he’s the GOAT. i don’t care what you twitter warriors have to say. also charles winning his home race was very emotional for me. that’s all i’ll say. lando’s race win was so much fun cause we were in the club for hours afterwards. the film is a bit much but i keep seeing damson idris everytime i walk onto the paddock and that’s a treat. he’s so fine.

user6: hey yn where and how do i bag a man like charles?? i need a play by play …. i want princess treatment too😩😩

YN: babe i’ve been asking the same thing but lewis forbade me from taking roscoe out on walks to entice rich monegasque men. it’s very upsetting to me. i’ll text charles about your proposal, maybe he’ll accept?!

landonorris: HI YN 👋🏼

YN: hi lando! we still on for tonight?

landonorris: always 😁

user10: what’s happening tonight??

landoynnie: MY TIME TO SHINE 😁😁😁

landonorris: i love britney spears too!

user9: landonorris name five britney songs GO!

landonorris: slave 4 u, toxic, hit me baby one more time, anticipating (cause yn always plays it in the car) and deep in my heart.

YN: i do love anticipating. this is my pump up and get ready song!

landoynnie: WAIT…. U AND LANDO SHARE THE SAME CAR?????? U GUYS R MARRIED REALLY

user10: landoynnie ur delusional

YN: my normal apartment is close to lando’s, so he gives me a lift sometimes. no biggie.

lewishamilton: next time i’ll order you an uber yn.

landonorris: it’s better this way lewishamilton, good for the environment 😁

lewishamilton: 🙄

user11: yn, what does your daily routine look like?

YN: wake up, get breakfast. i usually make my way over to lewis’ if i’m not already there. i feed roscoe, take him out for his business if you get my drift. play with him, triple check lewis’ schedule and then lewis will meet me at around seven. he eats, then he goes for a run or a workout. i don’t join him so i sort through emails and boring paperwork. a lot of my job is basically just emails and paperwork. then i go with lewis to whatever events he has that day, do a bunch of behind the scenes work and then i come back. i eat dinner with him most days, and then i go home and sleep!

user12: sounds boring.

user13: sound sexy omg. i would DIE to be around lewis all day.

YN (laughing): it is boring! it’s a job.

user13: what are your fav tasks to do for lewis?

YN: i get to drive his cars sometimes. he has a bad habit of forgetting things so i’m the one who jumps in the car and goes back and gets it. i love doing that. the drives are so smooth and i get to blast my playlist but i always blast my playlists.

user14: do u listen to xnda’s feature?

user15: i listen to ur playlists all the time btw!

YN: pookies, i listen to xnda’s songs all the time. i get access to his unreleased stuff. i’m there when he records it sometimes.

user14: IM SO JEALOUS

user16: THAT SHOULD BE ME 😒😒😔

user17: pookie they are saying youre fucking that bald guy for diamonds, bags and trips is it true??? please say it isn’t 😭😭

YN: WHAT BALD GUY?

user18: THE WAY U DIDNT EVEN DENY IT???

YN: i have never slept with anyone for diamonds or bags or trips. i work! i have a good salary and a great boss. you can check my bank account honestly.

user19: is ur type bald men?

YN: god no! shout out to the baldies though.

user20: LMFAOOOOOO

user4: yn, i heard you were interviewed quite a few times for this season of drive to survive. can you give us a little spoiler? what was it about?

YN: omg who’s leaking this info…. but yes! i was! a lot of it was just about lewis obviously but who doesn’t love hearing new info about thee sir lewis hamilton? i don’t think i can tell you anything more than that. i’m scared i’ll get sued or that netflix have a sniper trained on me and will shoot me before i finish the sentence.

user4: thank you for what you did tell us!

user21: what is the most unexpected song u and lewis have sang at karaoke

YN: well, lewis is a better singer than me. so i like to do the rap parts but he’s also a better rapper than me. so i do like the adlibs. but we did umbrella the other day! that was fun. i usually do karaoke with lando because we both get so drunk it’s fun. also he can’t sing at all. so it makes me feel better.

user22: what do you and lando sing?

YN: we did high school musical the other day! i was troy.

user23: HELSOSO

user24: lando: oh is this necklace ‘Y’ for yn? 😃

user16: if lando is gabrielle… who’s sharpay and stealing yn from lando….

user19: obvi oscar.

user25: i miss landoyn’s drunk ig stories.

user21: speaking of music, yn how did you feel when jessica left snsd 😔

YN: i remember exactly where i was. same thing when zayn left one direction. they both affected me personally. worst day ever. she was my bias too…. my comfort bad bitch….

user12: ZAYN LEAVING 1D OH GOD

user13: i remember that…. my school was in shambles!!!

user7: SHOUT OUT JESSICA GIRLIES … we all suffered together 😔

oscarpiastri: hi yn. what’s this.

YN: hello oscar piastri. this is my instagram live. do you have a question for me?

oscarpiastri: yes. what are you doing later?

user21: OOOP

user12: oscaryn comes up to clinch the title of couple goals.

lewisynnie: say ur busy yn <3

landoynnie: why is he asking out his teammate’s gf??

charlesynnie: landoynnie maybe because they’re not dating and you’re delusional?

landoynnie: charlesynnie says the CHARLESYN STAN ACCOUNT !!!

judeynnie: the way all of you are delusional. did you see yn like the jude tiktok edit? that’s her man.

lewisynnie: judeynnie A FLUKE! a mistake. maybe she just liked the beat. it means nothing.

maxynnie: well. this is a lot. hmm.

oscarynnie: SAY YES YN!!!! OSCARYN ENDGAME PLEASE GOD!!!!

YN: i am free this evening. what do you have planned?

oscarpiastri: i’ll text you, see you later yn!

oscarynnie: WE WON WE WONW EON WE WON

lewisynnie: oscarynnie who cares.

landoynnie: literally like… 😹

user21: YOU’RE ALL DELUSIONAL HOW ABOUT THAT !

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[prettygiri222]

New Year New Me Us

Summary: your new year's resolution is to be done with your toxic ex, how long did it last?

Gojo Satoru x Black Reader PLOT + SMUT

“I don't want to keep doing this with you Satoru… we're done.” you managed out through hiccups. tears were streaming down your face from another pointless argument that started after your boyfriend came home from work. it became a constant and you finally reached your limit.

“...” Gojo bit back his tongue not wanting to say anything else that could hurt your feelings. but that ended up being the wrong idea. he watched in silence as you packed up your things.

you had a suitcase packed for a while now ready to leave but you couldn't do it. you and Gojo were high school sweethearts and he was your first everything. he was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, your first time, you met his parents and vice versa. so you didn't want to give up on him through a few hiccups. but it was too much now.

your friends, having witnessed the relationship from the beginning, watched how you slowly started hanging out with them less. your excuses went from “being out with your boyfriend" to “Toru says it's dangerous” to “Toru said it's too late” and lastly to “Toru said no.”

it was a shame seeing how you used to gush about the things Gojo has done and bought, to you not wanting his name to be mentioned during the few times you all got together so you could have a break from his draining antics.

with the New Year’s coming up at the end of the month they finally managed to convince you to dump him. you planned to participate in the new year tradition of eating twelve grapes under a table to hopefully invite a new love into your life, something healthy.

“bye Toru,” you didn’t look back once you reached the door. you had already steeled your resolve. you two were done for good. you heard him kiss his teeth behind you but he stayed quiet, burning holes into your back. he just followed you around the shared house that you were leaving to him since he was the one who bought it. you were going to stay at a friend's house till you got back on your feet.

“we're not done,” Gojo mumbled under his breath. you had already walked out the door so you didn’t hear him. he knew he wasn't acting as the best boyfriend right now but it was because everything was acting as a stressor in his life. and you were the only thing able to keep his piece.

but your friends were getting to your head and it pissed him off. always trying to take you out to parties and clubs. you were a good girl with a boyfriend at home so there was no point. that didn't stop him from attending though. your friends sent you pictures and videos of him at the same places he didn't want you going. 

when you brought it up he claimed that it was for business. since he's been in these places and as the owner of a few he knows the vibes and energy, “it's just single women dressing like sluts and horny men.” no place for his perfect housewife, although you were still his girlfriend by name. 

yet that’s exactly where Gojo had met you. it was at a mutual friend's house party and you were the one who came up to him. you had a huge crush on him back then, everyone did, he was a senior and you were a junior. after a few coolers and hushed whispers, your friends convinced you to go up to him. 

you stumbled over to him with your hips swaying to the music. he was in the corner standing up against the wall by himself nursing a red solo cup. once you were close enough his head snapped towards you, making you all flustered. he shot you a small smile wondering what a cutie like you was doing here. when you got back to your friends you were flaunting his number.

he was far from being done with you but for now, he was going to give you some space to clear your head.

☆☆☆

the different scents of musk, weed, vape, cologne and perfume both overwhelmed you and gave you a sense of comfort. it's been so long since you've been out with your girls, this was going to be a great way to bring in the new year. the music was vibrating through your body and the dark lights made way for a great ambiance. 

Gojo hadn’t left your mind since you broke up but he was at the forefront either. although you missed him at times and craved his presence you knew it was for the best. but tonight you had forgotten about him completely.

tonight you were dressed to impress. you adorned a honey blonde wig with big bouncy curls and a black satin jumpsuit that exposed part of your chest. you couldn't wear a bra with it so you wore some pasties to prevent a nip slip.

to avoid drama and actually spend some time together you and your gals had pre-booked a booth. as well as a table so you could participate in the new year tradition to bring in love as your friend snuck in some grapes. the alcoholic taste of casamigos burned your throat as you all took shot after shot. feeling your body and brain slowly begin to numb. 

it was a blur how you all got to the dance floor but bodies were rubbing and bumping against each other. you were whining, shaking ass, popping and locking and even threw some legwork into the mix. you and your girls were having the time of your life without the presence of any men, except for the occasional guy who came up behind one of y'all.

Gojo watched you with a frown face as you had fun in his establishment. you knew he owned a few clubs but he never told you the names not wanting you to stop by. little did you think you would waltz right in. it was the new club that was making a name for itself around the city that your friends decided on.

Gojo knew you were going to be out partying with your girls on the new year so he told his men to be on the lookout. once the bouncer let y'all in he alerted Gojo of your whereabouts. Gojo had pictures of you plastered all around his office, it would've been hard for his men not to notice you. 

anger coursed through his body watching as you let men come up and dance behind you. this was the exact reason he didn't want you coming to these kinds of places. though you rejected every advance to take it further it still had him seething. in his eyes you were still taken.

he took deep breaths to calm himself. if he wanted to win you over he was going to have to play nice. Geto, his best friend and right-hand man, gave him some advice, if he wanted to win you back he was going to have to show some growth. so that meant not snapping at every little thing.

and he was trying, it was so hard watching as you bounced around the club with your tits spilling out of your one-piece. how could you not feel the breeze? but he knew if he went down to the floor, picked you up in front of all your friends and took you home so he could fuck you until all you remember was his name you would be pissed. 

but it was hard. he was stone-cold sober so he could have a clear head when you two talked. anytime he came down to his clubs he was always high, he couldn't stand being around these types of people. most of the time he left it to Geto but when he had to present he was fried out of his mind.

“man fuck this shit,” Gojo's last straw was watching you giggle when another man slapped your ass when you bent over to twerk. he stormed out of his booth and towards you. the crowd parted at the sight of a 6 '4 pissed off heavily tattooed man storming through.

you oblivious to his presence kept on. “it’s the speaker knockerz,” the throwback song blared on the speakers, of course you had to show out.

“e-excuse me!” before you could get into the song a strong grip found your arm. you stumbled as it dragged you out of the crowd. your eyes trailed the body, the hand was attached to see who it was ready to scream at them. ice rushed through your veins upon seeing a familiar tattoo, you only knew one man with red lips tattooed to his neck with your signature underneath. “Toru…”

he didn't say anything but his grip on you loosened. you wanted to pull your arm out of his grip and head back to your friends but your heart panged at the sight of your ex-boyfriend. the clock projected behind the DJ's booth read 11:20. you should have time to sort this mess and say your goodbyes before the new year, right?

deciding to give him his last chance of the year you followed him to the back of the club and into the elevator. his hold on your arm hesitantly slipped down to your hand where he held his breath. he was testing the waters to see how you would react.

you did not pay it any mind, too busy collecting your thoughts. how did Gojo find you? you had a month of no contact and had him blocked and removed from every social you had. he didn't follow any of your friends so how did he know where you were?

the silence left you time to realize where you were, this place was one of his clubs. you sighed in embarrassment. you've heard him on the phone talking about closing a deal on a new place but you didn’t connect the dots. Gojo kept you in the dark about his line of work, not wanting you to get involved.

DING! the elevator reached the top floor and Gojo exited first with you slowly following behind, scoping out the place. he led the way to a door where two men dressed in uniform stood taller than him. “Sir.” they greeted him before turning to you, “Ma'am.”

“I don't care if the building is going up in flames, do. not. interrupt us,” Gojo spat out. they just nodded and opened the door. you raised your carefully threaded brows in shock. Gojo gestured for you to enter first which you did, uncertain to where this would lead.

you looked around the vast room stunned, it had a luxurious interior design. there were pictures of you and Gojo decorating the room. it was a lot but not enough to the point it was worrying but romantic. it's been a month since you last saw each other so he should have taken them down by now. but he didn't.

the room was thick with tension, no one wanted to make the first move. you, afraid to be on the receiving end of his anger and him, not wanting to say the wrong thing. 

“...princess, can you please look at me?” there he goes with that sweet nickname that made your knees feel like they were melting. when he used his charm he was irresistible to you. you loved it when he was sweet, it's how he wooed you in the first place.

but it no longer affected you, you've been focusing on yourself this past month. so no way were you going to let him back in with a few sugar-coated words. that's what you believed until you turned around and your resolve quickly depleted.

Gojo stood with his regular hunch in his back but he still managed to tower over you. he was wearing leather pants and a short-sleeve button-up that showed off his arm tattoos and gave a glimpse of the one on his chest, with a single chain decorating his neck. his hair was tousled back with a few strands falling out in the front. he looked really good, but you weren’t going to fold.

“Satoru…” a gasp caught in your throat when you looked up to see his bright blue eyes. they were swollen with eye bags underneath, a tell that he hadn’t been able to get enough sleep. god knows when the last time you two had slept separately before the breakup, always snuggled close. he hadn't had a proper sleep since you left.

“I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend as of late and I truly did not mean to take it out on you but c’mon you see how your friends get in these types of places.” Gojo exasperated, gesturing to the door. you frowned, if this was his attempt at reconciling with you he was going about it the wrong way. “you're better than this.”

“from what I remember I'm single and in your club so I'm just as bad as those girls you see,” this time it was Gojo who was frowning. his club was such a nice place with good music and food, there were lots of security and friendly female bartenders who made you feel safe. it was such a shame he wanted to keep you from it.

“you know that's not what I meant…” he shook his head looking down at your revealing outfit. suddenly uncomfortable in your outfit you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“so what did you mean?” the both of you stood in silence. he bit his tongue to hold back from saying something slick. you took his silence for the nonchalance he liked to flaunt. you sighed at the realization that he hadn’t changed in the time you were apart. there was no point in wasting any more time with him.

you moved to walk past him. “where are you going?” he asked, moving to block your path. you rolled your eyes at his advance.

“to be a whore-”

“don’t be like that, you know shit-” you could see how hard Gojo was racking his brain to find the right answers. your heart swelled a little, maybe he did have a change of heart. “you know how I struggle to find the right words.” 

Gojo was right, in this relationship, he always used his actions to show you just have much he cherished you acts of service and gifting giving being his main love language. he would go out of his way to open every door for you, he loved indulging you in your stuffie obsessions, buying ones he thought you would think were cute, a few even having his voice in them, and he pays for everything, clothes, nails, hair and makeup. 

when you fall asleep in his car after a late night drive he would pick you up and bring you to the room without waking you and complete your skincare so you wouldn’t wake up with pimples. he would surprise you with gifts after you completed strenuous tasks. and his exquisitely planned date nights he went all out for every Friday night. 

he took your stillness as you contemplated his previous actions as a chance, “give me consent,” you looked at him in surprise as if he had just shot you. he wanted to fuck? that’s how he planned to apologize to you? “give me consent and I’ll show you just how much I love you.”

“no.” you bluntly stated, visibly upset. after all these years this was how he viewed you, an object of sexual desire. you held yourself as you shivered at the thought, it made you feel disgusting. this was not how you wanted to start your 2024.

“I promise you you won’t regret it,” he picked up your chin so you could look him in the eye. you could tell he was serious about it, his eyes glazed over. but there was so much yearning in his eyes as he looked at you. “just say our safeword and I’ll stop, no hard feelings.”

butterflies you didn’t know you were holding erupted in your stomach at his gesture. you felt like your high school self again. getting all nervous when he would rest his hands on your thigh while he drove. 

“...ok, one last time...” you couldn’t help but already break your new year resolution and give in to his charming antics. and it wasn’t the alcohol clouding your judgment, that was just the effect Gojo had on you. whether it was a good or bad thing.

you found yourself pressed against his wooden desk with his hands wrapped around the sides of your neck pushing himself closer to you. your lips were captured in a passionate open-mouthed kiss. you moaned deeply into his mouth feeling him slurp and pull on your tongue. each caress sent waves of tingles to your neglected pussy.

his hands gently roamed your body, down your neck to grope at your breasts before they found a place at the curve of your hips. Gojo felt you rutting against the leg he placed between the both of yours. temporarily breaking the kiss he rested his forehead against yours to watch you get off on his thigh. he couldn’t feel you through the thick leather material of his pants but he knew you were wet. 

the way you move your hips against him was sinful. you had the motion of water pushing and pulling of water at the beach. the material of your jumpsuit was so thin the roughness of Gojo’s pants was enough to stimulate your clit. he grew hard just looking at you.

returning to your lips he could taste all the liquor you consumed throughout the night mixing with the fruity taste of your lip gloss. he devoured your lips this time, nipping at them as he swallowed your moans. when you struggled to keep up with his kisses stopped. 

he peppered kisses down your neck relving in the way you were so responsive and sensitive to his touch. you went from having constant sex to being celibate for a month, so you were definitely feeling it. 

“Toru…” you whined. you didn't have time for all of this. you wanted to get back to your friends before the countdown. not to mention you were going to have to clean up.

“I know baby, but lemme take my time with you,” once his kisses reached your chest he pulled back. he slipped the satin off your shoulder exposing your perky breasts that sat nicely without the help of a bra. “I didn't get to tell you earlier but you looked gorgeous today.”

the honest look in his eyes told you he was speaking the truth and not just wanting to get into your pants. it had you feeling all mushy inside. “thank you,” you shyly muttered.

he peeled off the pasties covering your nipples and dropped them on the floor fully exposing your brown tits and dark brown nipples. he quickly busied himself sucking on one while he fondled the other. he soon switched sides not wanting to neglect the other.

you were so uncomfortably wet. you could feel how your thong stuck to your cunt, your wetness seeping through your jumpsuit and dampening Gojo's pants. you arched into his mouth desperate for more.

“yea, I hear you,” Gojo stood up shifting his dick in his jeans. the tightness of his pants was insufferable but his focus was on you right now. he had to make sure you knew how he felt. 

he unbuttoned his shirt with haste not wanting to be apart from you for too long, revealing his cut abs and carefully trimmed happy tail. you took the chance to remove the rest of your jumpsuit and heels as well. clothes were strewn across the room without a second thought. 

he licked a long stripe from the middle of your chest and up your throat before finding his lips against yours. how he missed this, how he missed you. he picked you up and placed you on the desk, your bare pussy leaking onto the wood.

“need you now,” you whined, breaking away from the kiss. you looked into his blue eyes with your dark brown ones, both dilated but his were more noticeable. he hissed seeing your swollen lips and already fucked out face.

“I gotta stretch you out baby,” Gojo was big and thick. it was always a bit painful when you tried to take him without it claiming you were a big girl. but the stretch was so delicious, it had your nails scraping against his back. “haven't taken my dick in a while.”

he picked one of your legs and held it up by the back of your knee so he could have easier access. he collected the wetness seeping from your pussy and spread it all around your lips. coating you in your own fluids. “stop teasing me Toru,” you were so whiny tonight.

you let out a pleased moan when he finally slipped one of his fingers into your tight hole. he smiled down at where his fingers disappeared into your dark folds watching as you bucked your hips wanting more. when he tried inserting the second one it struggled to get past your ring of muscles. 

“relax,” he whispered. his warm breath fanned your face only inches away from your lips. your tightness proved to him that you hadn't seen anyone during your little break and he revelled in it. it meant he didn't have to pay anyone a little visit after.

“ok” panted out. you had to will yourself to relax, the little bit of stimulation was already overwhelming. you hadn't been able to even touch yourself in the month you were single out of respect for your roommate. so when he added another finger you lost it, feeling them nudge at your insides. when you started to clench around his fingers he knew you were ready. to your disappointment, he pulled out.

“oh hush” Gojo heard you whimper, he was going to give you what you really wanted. he unbuckled his belt and let out a sigh of relief. he felt like he was going to burst, his tight pants were cutting off the circulation of his dick. when he pulled out his dick it was flushed an angry red. he smeared your wetness on his tip, jerking himself a little. 

this time he laid you flat on his desk knocking off the paper and items he had on it with no care in the world, both of your legs rested on his shoulders. his ice-blue eyes were fixed upon your beautiful self, there was no way he could lose you. you were flawless in his eyes.

from your natural hair that he loved when you rocked to your brightly coloured and styled wigs. your aesthetic that seemed to be ever-changing from Y2K to coquette to bohemian to baddie to alt when you felt like it. the way you never failed to take his breath away with or without makeup. your body that looked amazing no matter what you wore and how it fit so perfectly against him.

but nothing made his day more than when he would come home from a stressful day and be greeted by your pearly white smile. someday it would be the smell of your home-cooked meals that greeted him first followed by you in a little apron only in your underwear claiming it gets too hot when you cook and he could feel the tension melt from his body.

“mhm,” you both moaned at the same time. Gojo intertwined his fingers with yours beside your head at the same time he pushed the tip of his dick into your stretched hole. you were so wet that he slid in with ease. his dick spreading the inside of your pussy as he pushed deeper into you feeling your wet warmth suffocating wrap around him.

“missed this, missed you Toru,” you blabbed, already drunk off his cock. Gojo was giving it to you slowly and deeply, he was making love to you. his hips were moving at a tamed pace making sure his tip kissed your sweet spot at the end of every thrust. he wanted to make sure he was consuming all five of your senses. and that he was all you knew leaving you no room to question his desire for you.

“yea?” Gojo was trying so hard to maintain his composure but he was about to go crazy. how could you try and keep this from him? try and leave him? Gojo maintained eye contact with you watching as you grew shy under the sheer intensity of his gaze. “gonna be my sweet little housewife again? let me put a ring on it so you won’t be able to leave me so easily.” 

“mhm,” you closed your eyes, a soft moan leaving your mouth. you heard his first question clearly but you didn’t want to give him the answer to avoid ruining the mood. you felt your orgasm slowly approach, there was that growing feeling in your lower stomach that had you grinding up against him. “I’m close Toru,”

Gojo frowned at how you so blatantly ignored his confession. he kept up his pace watching the in-between of your brows crease as you focused on the building sensation. your moans switched over to mewls as you drew closer. but he felt a pang in his heart, the anger from earlier begun to simmer under his skin again.

“you gonna cum for me, darling?” Gojo already knew the answer. he could feel the way your soaking cunt pulsated around him. you could only nod overwhelmed, your eyes were still screwed shut. it pissed him off how you were getting off on him while he was suffering. he roughly grabbed your chin and forced it up. “and look at me when you do.” 

“oh god,” you lost it at the command, barely able to open your eyes as it hit you like a truck. you cried out, feeling the building sensation burst. he let out a groan feeling your juices gush around his dick. 

“it’s not god princess, it’s me.” you could tell Gojo was angry now. he always snapped at the littlest of things when he was. his last straw was when you squeezed your eyes closed again, shaking from pleasure. you just weren’t listening tonight and it pissed him off to no end. Gojo didn’t say anything else as he turned you around, you were now stomach flat on his desk while your ass hung off.

“wait Satoru! what time is it?” you attempted to get up from his desk in a panic but his strong palm kept you down. what about the new year and your friends? he pushed his tongue against to cheek, you were trying to leave him again.

“oh, so you get to cum and I don’t and when you want answers you get them, is that right? you know that’s not how things work around here princess.” Gojo tried to keep his voice smooth but after years of knowing him, you could hear how he strained. “it’s my turn now so keep still.”

Gojo didn’t give you a chance to talk back, he inserted his slick-coated dick back into your gaping hole. there was no resistance this time allowing him to bottom about almost immediately. a gasp was forced out of your mouth with how rough he was being. you should have been used to it but you weren’t. 

“you don’t love me anymore?” his eyes darkened at the thought. no way in hell was he ever going to let you leave him. you were his little sunshine,  he wouldn’t know what to do with himself without you. he grabbed the front of your neck pulling you back into his chest so he could whisper in your ear, “you must’ve found someone else if you can’t even look at me anymore.”

“I didn’t,” you whined out. this new angle allowed him to reach deeper. you struggled on your tippy toes to maintain it while his cock plunged deep into your cervix, bullying it. tears began to well in your eyes, “Toru, it hurts.” 

“so say it then. say our safeword and I’ll stop,” this was Gojo’s attempt at provoking you. he knew it hurt, with the way your hips jerked after every hit. but he knew that you were feeling good. your moans were high-pitched and caught in your throat and your pussy was oozing more liquid than usual, it was running down both of your thighs.

you bite your lip. your safeword was at the tip of your tongue. if you said it you knew Gojo would stop no matter how angry he was. then maybe you could go back down to the club and ring in the new year with your girls. but you couldn’t.

your head dropped against his shoulder as you let out loud cries. if the guards didn’t hear you before they must be able to hear you know. the wooden desk rattled under you at the force of his thrusts. the ceiling of his office was nothing more than a blur at this point, your tears stuck to your lashes and clouded your vision.

“so why are you trying to leave me, pretty girl?” Gojo wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks. acting all nice and sweet as if he isn't bullying your cunt as he speaks. he relished in the way you were becoming putty in his hands.

“I already told yo-” he cut you off delivering an unexpected strike against your g-spot. “Toru!”

“told me what?” he was acting dense. while he kept his tattooed hand around your throat the other picked up your leg so he could change the angle of his thrust at will. he was alternating between hitting your cervix and g-spot. 

“oh fuck” you cried out. you felt your climax approaching at an alarming rate. you weren’t going to last much longer at this rate. the one leg you still had on the floor shook as you struggled to keep your balance and from pleasure. “I’m close.”

“what were you saying before?” Gojo purposely slowed down his thrust to draw out your whines, missing both of your spots with his shallow thrusts. you were going to be his again by the end of the night.

“nothing!!” you cried out pathetically. you reached out behind you to grab his back for some balance. but you still shook pathetically feeling as though you were about to burst. Gojo felt his balls swell at the sight of you all fucked out from him. 

“so we’re back together again?” Gojo asked already knowing the answer. he fucked you dumb, turning you into his little doll who said yes when he asked. it was so cute when you got like this. you hated orgasm denial so he used it as a punishment when you weren’t listening. you would do anything to cum. “you’re gonna let me put a ring on your finger, have you be my real wife?”

“yes! whatever you want!” you babbled. Gojo immediately picked up the pace, your sopping cunt was so wet that his dick was just gliding in and out of you. it was the end after that, your climax hit you harder than the last time, your toes curling in. your eyes focused on a dark spot on the ceiling as you let it all out, soaking Gojo’s dick. you could barely hold yourself up, “I’m cuming Toru!”

“Shit, me too princess” it didn’t take much for Gojo to cum after you. with the way your warm pussy wrapped around him and the liquid that trickled down his dick he couldn’t help but release inside of you. stuffing your insides with his thick load of hot cum.

after you both calmed down after your intense orgasms he set you down on his desk. he checked the time on his wristwatch seeing that it was now way past midnight, “happy new year, my love. may we see many more.”

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༉‧₊˚. episode 04: lonely star

preview: ". . .He knows a part of him is right, what he said wasn’t wrong. Perhaps, he could’ve said it in a different way—whenever he remembers the dejected expression across your features, the attempt at covering up the hurt behind your eyes by pulling away from him as though he was fire—his heart sits heavy.

And then the two of you didn’t talk again. He didn’t bother to try to text you, and you would never text him first."

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Tokyo was a bustling city. People escape from the mundane using any source of entertainment allowed. From going shopping to partying, the city provides numerous remedies for any challenging moment a person might experience. There, in the depths and labyrinth streets of Tokyo and its lively nightlife, exists a world that only unravels to those who dare seek it. Hidden between tall buildings and colorful signs, paradise on earth stands proudly.

A black car pulls up in the alleyway, parking right outside the back entrance of a disheveled looking building. The door opens and cigarette hits the dirty floor. A foot crashes the bud, adorned in squeaky clean shoes that do not fit the vibe of the creepy alleyway. Golden Glow reads in bright neon light right above the back door. The man’s slender fingers push the wooden door open, stepping into a vibrating world of sensuality and allure where reality and fantasy blur for hours on end at night.

The air is thick with perfume and anticipation, a line of rich men of all backgrounds sitting on the deep red plush seating facing the focal point of the strip club. Murmurs of who will be performing next fill the room and the tall man makes his way towards the VIP table.

“You’re late.” Kisaki doesn’t pull his eyes away from the curtains waiting to unravel tonight’s star, more or less used to this kind of behavior from his right hand.

“I had to take care of something.” Announces Hanma as he pulls his seat back and grabs a cigarette. The relationship he had with smoking was more of a toxic affair—a continuous tag of war between depending on the small bud and desiring a whiff of the substance when things get a bit too hectic. With each inhale, he feels a momentary release from existing. He’s never enjoyed it, not fully at least. Existing meant he had to abide by rules, which he never did. Breakups were nasty, women lashing out insults towards the man they called a God only a few nights prior—they should’ve known better, is what he tells them every time. He never claimed to be a good person, just a good—no, an amazing fuck.

Hanma’s dick serves as a distraction from his violent nature, he momentarily hypnotizes those women with each sharp and angled thrust from his hips. Deliciously dragging out moans, whines and profanities, proclaims of how godly he feels and how they’ve never had better. He is good at using and not giving much in return, he shows it through prioritizing his orgasm, only speaking when the dirty talk tips him over the edge. Shuji doesn’t budge as a pillow is thrown his way, ‘asshole!’ sounds from behind the door he’s just closed and he swears he could feels his fingers twitch. He’ll spare the cleaning staff of the hotel a blood bath tonight.

“You took too long,” Nahoya adds his two cents as usual, and the tall man wonders what the orange haired even provides for him to remain alive and attending special nights like these.

“It’s your club, you’re supposed to get here first.” Kisaki presses and the lights dim as the curtains open, revealing tonight’s a woman clad in a gorgeous set of deep red lingerie. She commands attention with the way her body carries her across the stage, each step is like a soft whisper, beckoning more people to look at her—admire her. She embraces the power she holds over the spectators, feeling a surge of dopamine push her to do better.

“You’re not my fucking dad. I’ll get here when I want to.” His fingers tremble as he drags the cigarette away from his lips, resting his wrist on the table as his whole hand shakes. You would think that years of smoking would get the man used to the motion, familiarized with the aftermath of each whiff—somehow, it doesn’t. Through furrowed eyebrows and behind framed glasses, Kisaki notes the unusual behavior from the man. He is far too moody, perhaps more than usual. Hanma took pleasure into killing, coming back from missions was almost as euphoric as an orgasm after being denied for so long. As far as his report went, the mission was done and Toman’s men were able to discard of the dead body rather easily. So what was wrong?

The younger man doesn’t say anything, he waits until the show wraps up and for people’s attention to drift elsewhere to speak to the taller man. As Hanma, not so quietly, slips away from the table and onto one of the VIP rooms upstairs, Kisaki soon joins him.

“So, wanna talk about what’s up your ass lately?”

“What do you mean?” Hanma’s voice is devoid of any emotion, but he still looks unimpressed as he casts half a glare towards Kisaki.

“You know what I mean. Something’s up your ass, you need to fucking pull it out and do your job. I don’t need a moody bitch as my first in command.”

Hanma’s heard worse over the years, he knows what it meant to be involved with someone as nasty and as disgusting as Kisaki. However, he was having a bad week and Kisaki came to him at the wrong moment.

“This moody bitch will blow holes into your brain and make it seem like it was a pathetic attempt to kill yourself. Don’t fuck with me.” The tension rises between the two men, silence engulfs the room that’s hidden to the rest of the audience. They’ve had to fight before, the scars littering Hanma’s arms a reminder of Kisaki’s knife slashing the man’s skin. The shorter man’s own scarred hands a grim testament to what Shuji was capable of doing. The two of them don’t speak another word.

Kisaki sits on one of the soft chairs facing Hanma, placing his gun on the tiny glass table. The other man does the same, and it feels like a silent agreement that neither of them was going to harm the other.

“I went to her place.” There’s no question about who he is referring to. Kisaki knows all too well who you are. He’s seen you from afar when you were all young, unknowingly grasping the heart of a delinquent who’s never known what the feelings he had for you even meant. His face twitches as he remembers the conversation he had with the man a couple of weeks ago.

“You found her?”

“She’s back in Shinjuku.” Kisaki doesn’t miss the way Chifuyu’s body tenses up when the two men mention your name. He’s managed to keep you away from this mess for years now, his plan was coming crashing down from a single interaction with Hanma Shuji. Like domino pieces lined up, the tattooed man blows on them and watches them tumble just for fun. He was after you just for fun, Chifuyu fears.

“And? What do you wanna do now?” Kisaki’s busy rummaging through papers in his drawers, he doesn’t lift his gaze as he continues. “Do you want the men to take her away or?”

Sensing his silence, Tetta raises his eyes and notices the deadly look on Hanma’s face. Had it not been Kisaki, a man who’s known him for years and was desensitized to his glares, he would’ve most likely fallen from his chair. His eyes became storm clouds, hiding their usual golden color and crackling with the threat of lightning. Hanma’s never cast him a look similar to this before, usually blessed with an emotionless face.

“No. I don’t want any of them near her.”

Kisaki leans back against his seat. He’s seen Hanma get riled up over things like missions going wrong, people pissing him off, testing his patience—this was a different kind of negative emotion he was displaying. Dare Kisaki say that it was fun to witness? Perhaps even unexpected from the tall man? But he doesn’t say a thing, only gives a curt nod and proceeds to finish the task at hand.

“Why is that?” he asks, curious to know what lead the man to end up in your place.

He glances towards his fingers which had long ago healed, he could still feel your fingertips against his skin, warm breath fanning over his wrist as you tended to his wounds with so much care, as though you were stitching a tiny tear in a delicate fabric.

“She cleaned me up.” Kisaki has to blink a couple of times, but he notices how Shuji keeps his gaze fixated on his fingers. He chews on his bottom lip out of habit. The band aid wrapped around them is unfamiliar, the man’s never taken care of himself this way—oddly enough, Kisaki feels that Hanma had a strange attachment to the adhesive strip keeping his healed cuts safe. It has been days since that incident, he most definitely did not need to cover his hands that way.

“Cleaned you up?” Kisaki pours himself and the other man a glass of whisky, pushing one of the glasses towards Hanma.

“Saw my hands and thought that I was in pain.” The taller man mumbles as he brings the glass of whisky up to his swollen lips. Downing the liquid like rapid fire, he slams the glass on the table and leans in his chair, head thrown back as he grunts.

“I think I fucked up.” Hanma admits, his hand covering his eyes. He hasn’t stopped thinking about you or your touch since that night. So soft, offering him what he has deprived himself of for years—you were so gentle with his hands, treating him as though he was made of glass. Your beautiful eyes witnessed the harm he is capable of causing to others, yet your soul set that aside to make sure he was okay.

Only for him to mess it up.

He knows a part of him is right, what he said wasn’t wrong. Perhaps, he could’ve said it in a different way—whenever he remembers the dejected expression across your features, the attempt at covering up the hurt behind your eyes by pulling away from him as though he was fire—his heart sits heavy.

And then the two of you didn’t talk again. He didn’t bother to try to text you, and you would never text him first.

He was growing impatient with each passing second. He wasn’t an expert at solving this kind of problems, let alone when it involved him in the equation. However, one thing was for certain; his insatiable need to feel you again made every moment apart from you feel like he’s been cursed with damnation.

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October comes to an end, you start to accept the atmosphere of loneliness that settles like a heavy cloak over the landscape. The days grow shorter and the nights longer, there are Halloween decorations displayed along the entrance of every apartment door. It’s adorable. Pumpkins, bats, and your most favorite—cats are all over the fronts of every store. You look up and find paper lanterns with spooky designs, themed displays in shopping malls, and themed merchandise in stores. You find yourself yearning for the celebration to linger a bit longer.

As the days turn into weeks, Hanma’s absence becomes palpable. You cannot ignore that the lack of his pestering feels strange and foreign, when you had only started speaking to the man again for a couple of days only. Like a shadow retreating to darkness, it feels like he never existed in your life. You’re back to living life the same way that you did before he suddenly reappeared in your life—you don’t know why you’re disappointed. After witnessing murder with your two eyes, you thought that Shuji would scare you. He should. Such an unpredictable man with a history of violence that remains unknown to you should instill a deep fear in you. Then why do you find yourself craving the presence of a man whose ruthlessness carves a path of destruction? A man whose words made it feel like walking through a field of thorns?

You pay your feelings no mind as you drown yourself in chores, making sure there was no speck of dust left on each furniture of your apartment. A shower soothes your nerves afterwards, the motion of scrubbing the dirt off of your skin a subliminal attempt at getting Hanma’s aura off of you. You make yourself a cup of hot chocolate, top it off with some marshmallows as you settle on the comfortable couch with a soft yet heavy blanket draped over your shoulders. The movie you picked for the night is nowhere near comforting, but you brush it off for the sake of Halloween vibes.

However, those feelings melt away as soon as ears pick up on the sound of footsteps near your door. It was pretty late for anyone to be visiting you, let alone on Halloween night. You set your hot chocolate down and walk towards the door in quiet footsteps, praying that you don’t make a noise by accidentally breathing too hard.

Behind the door, Hanma stands looking almost apologetic. His head hangs low not out of shame, but because he sees your shadow from under the door. He holds back a chuckle.

 “It’s me.”

When he hears no reply, he pushes himself off of the wall and walks away from the door. An uncomfortable feeling gnawed at his chest, but he refuses to acknowledge any of it as his hand reaches for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He lets one dangle between his lips as he reaches for the lighter. Until he hears the creaking sound echoing in the hallway.

Glancing back, he sees that your door was no longer closed, but he couldn’t see you either. His feet slowly drag him towards your doorstep once again and the moment he attempts to peek inside, your face pops from behind the door. The both of you pull away at the same time, you almost close the door in his face but his foot stops it before you could close it shut.

“I had to hide my cat. He likes to escape when I open the door.” You announce with a tone that appears to be protective, very used to your fur companion’s habits. Hanma nods, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. It wasn’t until you break eye contact that he realizes he’s been staring at you without uttering a single word.

“Are you alone?” He can see inside your apartment, he towers over you with so much ease. You shift your weight from one foot to another, eyes avoiding his as you stare back at the TV screen and the obviously empty living room.

“Yeah,” you pause, glancing back towards him. “Why?”

“I was thinking you could—“ he wiggles his fingers. “See if they’re okay.” You stare down at the band aids wrapped sloppily around the skin and have to fight back the urge to smile. “I tried to do it myself but I don’t think I did as much of a good job as you did,” which was true and very apparent.

You take a moment to consider your options, chewing on your bottom lip as you fixate your stare on his hands. It was relatively late at night, you were wearing a light sleep dress—this could either go right or horribly wrong. For now, you don’t mind taking the risk.

Pushing the door wide, you see the way his eyes glimmer as they scan your entire body from head to toe. He doesn’t hide that he is checking you out, even as he steps inside your place, he chooses to stare at you instead of scanning his surroundings like last time. You refuse to crumble under his gaze nor change what you were wearing, you close the door and make your way to the kitchen without uttering a single word.

Hanma suddenly thinks of something and he bites back the urge to smirk as he makes his way towards the kitchen as well. This is the farthest he’s been in your place, your kitchen is rather small compared to the one he has in his apartment, but he appreciates how full it is. From the fruit sitting on the counter, the coffee machine, the magazines, the small board where you have what looks like a to-do list written there—it feels homey. It feels like you.

You glance behind you, noticing the pair of shoes in your kitchen and don’t bother to look back, but you feel a tad bit annoyed.

“No shoes in my house,” no response. Surely, he wasn’t going to ignore you when you were about to take care of him.

“I said—“ your stomach flutters and your breath catches when you feel something land on your shoulder, hot breath fanning the tiny bit of skin exposed from your sleep dress falling to the side. You hold your breath for what feels like an eternity, body frozen in place.

“No shoes in the house?” his deep voice sends chills down your spine, his hands resting against the fridge instead of gripping your hips.

His fingers twitch when the smell of sweet vanilla and coconut hits his nostrils, your scent is intoxicating and he struggles with himself. Every instinct urges him to break free and surrender to the intoxicating allure, yet the tether of restraint holds Hanma firmly and keeps his impulse in check. He doesn’t want to upset you again, but he thoroughly enjoys seeing you like this. So flustered.

As he pulls away from you, you turn to face him and use the first aid kit to put space between the two of you, like a shield. If you were trying to appear intimidating with the scowl on your face, Hanma’s smirk tells you that you were failing miserably.

“What the hell is your problem?” you don’t even sound mad, just completely and utterly embarrassed. You were fighting a war between your brain and your needs—the warmth of his body lingered on your skin for far too long, and although his breath reeked of cigarette and something minty, it made you feel dizzy.

“You’re red in the face, doll.” He purrs, making his way towards the couch. This time, you were certainly not going to get down to your knees and treat his cuts. Not after the stunt he pulled.

“Shut up.” You groan, sitting on the couch.

“You’re like, totally vermillion in the face—“

“I will kill you!”

He snorts and comfortably settles on the couch right beside you. One glance at his hands and you can tell that it really isn’t that serious. You bring his hands close to your face, inspecting them as soon as you take off the adhesive strips. There are a few faint scars, but they’re all healed and he only needs to apply ointment to them for extra measure. You put them back in his lap for a few seconds, leaning forward to grab the ointment you placed on the small coffee table in front of the both of you. You don’t realize that you had both gone awfully quiet after that moment, for a few seconds you almost forget what his touch felt like until you feel a pair of eyes burning holes in your face.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” you blurt out, never meeting his eyes. You want to appear unbothered by all of this, by his intense way of giving you attention. But god knows how loudly your heart was thumping in your chest.

“Would you let me do it?” oh my god.

You don’t respond, you want to focus on the task at hand and step away from him as quickly as you can. The longer you felt him near you, the harder it was to contain yourself from matching his energy, his flirtatious comments. You were supposed to be mad at him, why did you cave into his request of having his minor cuts treated once again when the man ruined your mood the other night?

“No, I wouldn’t.” You say firmly, although your touch against his skin is very soft. Hanma can tell that you’re fighting an inner battle, you’re not good at hiding it. Your furrowed eyebrows make his own skin burn, his thumb craves to smoothen the skin of your forehead, get you to relax that jaw and melt against him the same way he does when the tip of your finger grazes his skin. He snaps out of his thoughts when he sees that you were already putting everything back in the white box, golden eyes staring between your hands and face.

“We’re done?”

“Yeah, you should be fine now.” You get up and head back to the kitchen, leaving Hanma alone with his thoughts once again. He notices that the movie you were watching was paused only 20 minutes in and the hot chocolate sitting on your coffee table was starting to go cold. It seems as though your night was just getting started and him showing up put it on hold.

However, Hanma doesn’t want to leave just yet. He can’t put his finger on why he feels the need to stay, perhaps the idea of going back into his car, driving to his empty place made him feel a little bit sick to his stomach. It was an unspoken rule for Hanma to never visit his place unless he really needed something. Clothes, money—he always packed those in a bag and left it in his car. His place—located in the heart of the city's shadows, is nestled within a towering skyscraper, its imposing structure casting long, foreboding shadows over the streets below. Whenever Shuji inserts the key card, he is greeted by an atmosphere steeped in mystery and menace. Dark, rich tones dominate the décor. Nothing about the 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms apartment made it feel homey. So Hanma avoided it like the plague.

He thinks he can find an excuse to stay a little longer with you. Should he take you out? He can’t. You were far too comfortable in your sleep dress to change into something else. The movie seemed interesting, perhaps a few sweet words would convince you to let him stay a little longer before he has to depart—

“Have you had dinner yet?” You break his chain of thoughts so easily, Hanma is a little taken aback at first. Glancing back towards you, he sees you holding two white ceramic plates in one hand. The pot, which he assumed had warm, homemade food in it, is sitting on the stove with a ladle inside. Were you offering him a meal?

“Not yet,”

“I figured you skip meals,” you say with a frown. You forget the grudge you’re supposed to hold against him, it nestles itself somewhere in the back of your head the moment you see Hanma lost in his thoughts. You glance at his face—not as full as it was when the two of you were kids. He’s never had chubby cheeks, but you could tell when the man had a good meal and when he hadn’t eaten properly in a while. You naturally find yourself reheating the food you made for yourself, grateful you decided to cook more than a singular portion.

“I don’t do it on purpose,” he clarifies, as though he needs you to understand where he is coming from but then his lips are sealed shut. He’s never had to explain himself to anyone, it’s a little foreign for him to be doing it with you.

“You forget?” you guess, your back facing him as you serve him a good portion of the katsu curry you’ve made. You make sure to give him a bigger portion than yours, assuming that the man has probably skipped lunch as well.

“Mhm.” With the way he engulfed you in his arms previously, you shouldn’t trust him so blindly and have your back facing him again. But you don’t seem to care as much, maybe even wishing he does it again. Instead, you hear a chair creak from behind you and see that the man has made himself comfortable in your kitchen. You hand him his food before sitting across from him, then the two of you dig into the food.

Hanma hasn’t tasted something this good in—14 years. Ever since his mother stopped cooking him a decent meal. You made a dish that’s such a delightful harmony of textures and flavors, engulfing him with a warm velvety blanket he would never throw over his own shoulders. He glances towards you and you’re focused on your food—at least, you look like you’re trying to focus. He sees that some habits never really left you. You ate fast, way too fast, never truly savored your food. You still had a habit of bringing the food close to your nose and inhaling the scent (he never understood why you did it). He can remember the last time you tried to smell something he was about to eat—a sandwich he had bought that had a weird mixture of ingredients, you leaned down to inhale its scent and Shuji swears he hasn’t laughed as hard ever since. The face you made was of pure disgust, pushing the bread back into his hands and away from you. You’ve always had such an expressive face—either that, or Shuji stares at you a bit too much.

The present situation mirrors your date at the ramen shop in sad ways. It is obvious that the two of you have grown apart, no longer needing to be so close to one another at any given moment. The person who sits across of Shuji Hanma is someone he recognizes but doesn’t fully know—he recognizes certain habits that even time couldn’t tear away from you. But your touch, your body and soul feel different. On them lingers this love and care you still held for the man along the years, but never to a full extent. It seemed as though even whilst with him, you were thinking of something else—somebody else. He could be mistaken and you’re just trying to push him away, but Hanma’s gut feeling never betrayed him.

His stomach twists in knots when he sees you reach for the jewelry adorning your neck—a necklace with a golden heart pendent. You hold onto it with so much care, cautious not to break the fragile accessory.

He is reading too much into it.

He pulls his eyes away from you once he’s done with his curry, polite enough to put his plate in the sink and wash it off for you. You stare at his large back in silence, contemplating your next words.

“Tonight’s Halloween.”

Hanma turns to look at you, his raised eyebrow an indication that he didn’t know where you were going with this.

“Yeah? You got a costume you want to show me?” he teases, bracing himself against your kitchen counter. You have to pull your eyes away from his hands and arms, ignoring the way your pussy throbs at how large he looks in your tiny kitchen. You realize what he says and make an offended face, standing up with your own plate and utensils and walking towards the sink.

“Over my dead body.” You nudge his side with your elbow, he moves away from the sink but still stands next to you.

“Okay then?” he questions as you turn on the water.

“You could stay and watch the movie.” You offer without looking at him. You were scared that your face would betray you, you almost slipped and said ‘with me’ and that would give him the upper hand, another thing to tease you about.

“Like a date night?” you halt your movements, quickly turning off the faucet and turning to stare at him. Your breath hitches when you see his face so close to yours. He isn’t trying to intimidate you, the playful glint in his eyes give away his true intentions. However, you can’t deny that having him so close to you was starting to be challenging for your self-control.

“I… I don’t know.” your voice is barely above a whisper. You try to build a wall between the two of you, put some distance, but it’s useless. Hanma stares at you with golden orbs that mimic lanterns lit up in the night, evoking a sense of nostalgia that felt so strange to you—

Up until now, Hanma was a mere teenage crush you had parted ways with on less-than-great terms. There wasn’t a single time during those twelve years where your heart yearned for the man, remembered the way he would make your stomach leap and be like a light at the end of the tunnel—why let such silly feelings resurface so unexpectedly? You could blame it on your celibacy, not having been out on a proper date for a couple of months now—but even as you look at it, you haven’t been this interested in anyone for a while.

What was Hanma Shuji doing to you? What was so different about him? Could it be that the man’s touch messed you up?

He steps closer to you, tall figure looming over your smaller frame in an attempt at caging you between him and the sink. He’s got a million things to say and yet, his lips remain frozen. Yearning to feel the warmth of your own softer, plushier ones. As you confess shakily, although your hands far too comfortable holding onto his shirt for it to sound convincing, he chuckles and you smell his minty breath.

Everything about him looks…inviting. You cannot look away from his neck, or his jaw or his lips. You’re lost in a trance, on this terrifying journey where you wish to be able to hear something other than your own heartbeat. Deafening, muting the world around you for a split second as Hanma leans down and captures your lips in a fiery kiss.

It’s different than the one shared at the ramen shop—there was no waiting, no longing for your touch for twelve long years. You were at hand reach, so close to him like a dream. Hanma needed you like the moon needs the stars, promised himself to tattoo the feeling of your lips against his for years to come—they fit perfectly against his, like a mold made specifically for his body. It’s surreal. The initial kiss is short, gently easing you into the sea of his passionate and intense loving, because when his lips reattach to yours, you’re being pinned to the wall.

His hands grab your face, they hold you in place like he’s been craving to breathe again for an eternity. You can smell him, feel him on you everywhere even with layers of clothes stuck to your skin, set ablaze like a furnace. His electrifying touch leave goosebumps in their wake, trailing from your cheek down to the back of your neck. There, his hand grips your nape before his fingers dig into your scalp.

When you gasp at his touch, Hanma’s heart leaps. Like a ticking bomb, it was only a matter of time before he unleashed a side of him he wasn’t sure he wanted to offer so early on. You’re such a tease, he thinks. Why were you giving him those eyes as he pulls away from the kiss? Why are you biting your already swollen lips if you didn’t want him to bury himself so deep inside you?

“Ask me to leave.” He says, voice firm as he tries to catch his breath.

“Shuji—“ you go for his face but he grabs your wrist mid-air.

“Ask me to leave, doll.”

“No.”

“This is your chance,” he leans down, close to your face and brushes his lips against yours. “—won’t stop if I start.”

“If I touch this,” his hand gropes your boob over your dress. “If I kiss this,” he yanks your head back, brushing his lips against your throat. “I promise you. I won’t be able to stop.”

At this point, you’re more than fed up with his teasing and crash your lips against his. You push yourself off the wall as get on your tiptoes to reach for his lips, and he decides to end your struggle and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You kiss him harder, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip as he marches towards your room.

“Didn’t take you for a biter,” his words are muffled against the skin of your neck as he kisses there. You throw your head back, allowing him more room to work with and you feel your back hitting the familiar soft mattress. The bed was made, but the blankets are quickly discarded to the floor as Hanma’s mess of limbs loom over your figure and plant hungry kisses on the skin that’s showing.

Thanks to your choice in outfit, Hanma finds it easy to strip you naked. Skilled fingers undo your bra to reveal your breasts in full display, but his hands are busy groping at your mound. You gasp at how rough he is handling your body, but the wet patch forming in your underwear indicated just how much you’ve been craving this kind of attention. His lips attach to your hardened nipple, whilst his left hand twists and fiddles with the other one. It feels like he is attempting to nurse on you with how hard he sucks, golden eyes staring deeply at your fucked out face. Messy hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, and your eyes barely able to stay open as he gives your erogenous zones the right amount of attention.

“Mmm you’re so soft,” he teases the nipple with his teeth and chuckles when he feels you try to squeeze your thighs together from under him.

“Shuji,” you breathe out, as soft as a silken thread.

Pulling away from your breasts, he admires the hickeys he’s painted across your skin—branding you as his on your very first night together. Sure, he’s done this before but never this passionately. He wants those bruises to never go away, glued to your skin like a tattoo and a constant reminder that this is what being his meant. He attaches his lips to your skin again, this time on your torso—he travels down to your stomach, passes your belly button before kissing right above your panties. He notices how drenched they are and hisses.

“Fuck, you’re fucking dripping.” He says as he moves them to the side and his mouth falls open, drool threatening to spill. “All for me, doll?” his thumb teases at your engorged clit and you whimper.

“Don’t tease, fuck—!”

You react almost immediately as he attaches his lips to your clit. Your legs try to close around his head but he is having none of it as he grips your thighs and forces them open, continuing his assault on your pussy.

“Shit, shit!” you gasp as he lays his tongue flat against the bud before moving his head from side to side while watching intently as you writhed and twitched under his touch. There was no way you could escape his mouth, tongue moving down to lap at your folds while his fingers pinched your clit. Hanma craves to exist between your thighs for the rest of eternity, a place so warm and so wet, offering him the best of both worlds.

He pushes two fingers past your folds, grinning from ear to ear when he sees the way your body tenses up. Curling them upwards, the combination of his rough finger fucking and his mouth’s continuous assault on your clit makes you cum hard. You’re writhing, crying desperately for the man’s head to leave your thighs. Soft “I can’t—I can’t!” resonate through the room, but soon die down when he spares your pussy and instead, litters soft kisses over the inner of your thighs.

“You did so well, took me like a champ,” it seems as though the only time Hanma shows any emotion beside boredom, is when he has you under his mercy like this. It’s when he makes you blush, flustered, angry or in this case, cum so hard that you have to take a moment to remember your name—that’s when he feels alive, as though life is worth living again.

Your heart thumps loudly when you hear him fumble with his belt. A sound that makes your ears perk up, eager with anticipation. You push yourself up with your elbows, licking your lips when you see the obvious bulge in his pants. It makes your mouth water, and your hand reaches down to palm him through his pants. A rough hand grabs your wrist, you look up at the man hovering over you with lustful eyes. You stare at him through your lashes, neither of you uttering a single word—he is telling you not to touch, not right now, and you are craving his body like earth needs the sun.

You squeeze the bulge, lips parting when he closes his eyes and leans down towards you. You hear a soft groan emitting from the back of his throat, and it’s your sign to do it again and even go further. Hanma puts a halt to your attempt with a rough kiss against your lips, pushing you back against the soft mattress until you are whining against his lips.

“Oh what is it?” he says, almost mocking your sounds. “Do you need something?”

“Shuji—“ you are way too embarrassed by how he is speaking to you, staring to the side. But he doesn’t seem to mind your bashfulness, rather indulging it by kissing your cheek and then your pulse. The kiss on the cheek is a stark contrast to how roughly he finger fucked you, and when he finally releases his cock and you see the way it jumps—your stomach twists in knots.

That thing will reach spots your own fingers haven’t been able to.

You panic when he starts to tease your folds, hands pushing at his shoulders to remind him to use protection. You did not want to have a kid running around anytime soon.

“I’m clean,” he says and a part of you can’t help but not fully trust him. He sees the expression on your face and chuckles, leaning down to kiss your neck as you melt back on the mattress.

“I get tested frequently.”

“I’m not on the pill—“

“Don’t worry, I can’t get you pregnant.”

You don’t have time to question what that could possibly mean, lips forming an ‘O’. You are forced to lay back and take it as Hanma’s cock keeps going deeper and deeper—you feel full of him. A sob erupts from your chest as you feel him pull his hips back and then—thrust.

He repeats the motion a few times, piercing eyes scanning your face like a hawk. He wants to memorize your body like the back of his hand, wants to tattoo the feeling of your warm and soft cunt at the forefront of his mind—you are so soft and pliable, making sweet noises that he easily swallows by kissing you deeply.

“Fuck you’re so sweet,”

You moan into his mouth when he angles his hips a certain way, Hanma grins victoriously against your lips and uses his hands to grab the back of your knees. Pushing them to your chest, he enjoys the sight of you taking his cock like a sweet girl. You’re so cock hungry, practically begging him to fuck you silly with those glossy eyes staring deeply into his.

“Yeah? You like that?” he purrs, his deep voice sending chills down your spine. He removes one of his hands from the back of your knee and wraps it around your neck in a possessive grip, watching as the early signs of your orgasm start to creep in on you like a shadow in the dusk.

“Such a nasty fucking girl—“ filth continues to spew out of his mouth at the same rate as your loud whines. Your eyes can barely stay open as he quickens his pace, jaw going slack when his thumb brushes over your sensitive bundle of nerves. He shamelessly leans back to stare at your pussy as he continues to fuck it, watching as his cock slides in and out of you. The room is filled with wet noises, the sound of skin slapping against each other reaching Hanma’s ears as he takes in the sight before him.

You were so pliant beneath him, no longer putting up walls in his presence. He loved it. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the tip of his cock keeps nudging at that one spot that makes you dizzy. Your hand wraps around his wrist as he continues to pin you to the mattress by the neck, you stare up at him with glossy eyes, thighs twitching and your back arching off as you finally cum.

Hanma swears he has never seen something as magical. You feel like a magnetic force, pulling him closer with an irresistible allure that ignites a fire in his stomach and sets his senses ablaze. It tips him over the edge, he empties himself inside you with a loud groan as he lets go of your neck and holds onto your boobs as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

Now what? It’s not like he’s never had sex before, he was in fact very good at it—but usually, he gets up and leaves the moment he empties his balls inside. Now, he worries that you would get the wrong idea, that you’d think he’s using you—does he want to use you?

Isn’t this what he wanted all along? To fuck you senseless the moment he saw you run towards the metro station in your tight skirt. His mind was reeling with all the possibilities of what could be underneath the fabric—perhaps a matching set, or if you wanted to be a tease, nothing.

He starts to wonder what his intentions were with you—he wanted to be your friend without getting too close to you. He couldn’t afford having you near him at all times, that came with a cost he wasn’t sure you could afford. In your arms, he didn’t feel as though he needed to prove anything to you—not his existence, nor his power. And for a man who lives his life in pure chaos, a house that didn’t have a mess isn’t one where he belongs.

His hands pull away from your body, his eyes scanning your face only to find that you were fast asleep. He could wake you up and tell you to go pee, but like a puppet, his own fears pulled on the strings as they desired—his feet carry him towards your door in speed record. Glancing one last time at the pot you left outside, he closes the door.

Even as he drives back to his place, Hanma can’t brush off the burning sensation sitting heavy on his chest.

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Smutober Day 11 ~ Prompt~ Changbin [M]

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

PAIRING: Changbin x Fem!Reader  

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI, STALKER VIBES, prompt: “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home”LIGHT  spanking, fingering

TW: Stalker tendencies are mentioned, toxic behaviour, I in no way condone this behaviour but this is a work of FICTION, all consensual 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

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There was no trying to reason with your stalker, he was always there, watching you, waiting for you and you knew that there was no escaping him not that you'd ever truly fought away from him before though. Maybe there was something wrong in your mind but you'd never feared your watcher, you'd always found him rather placid. That was until earlier in the night when he'd made a threat you could no longer ignore.

Your hand graced over your wrist as you remembered how hard he'd been squeezing your wrist in his grasp and you let out a small sigh. You'd been dancing with so many in the club and clearly, your stalker hadn't enjoyed watching other people being able to touch you and he'd come to you. The first time he'd ever touched you and spoken to you verbally. Before everything had been through notes, flowers or some text messages from unknown numbers. You could still feel his breath on your skin when he whispered in your ear.

"I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look after I get you home,"

You'd hightailed out of there so fast you were almost sure you'd left a cloud of smoke like you were some kind of cartoon character. Now you were in the "safety" of your own home which you knew wasn't safe, not even close. It was why you woke up to flowers inside of your home almost every day and then there were the times you'd woken up to notes telling you to get better locks. Thunder crashed outside and you jumped, turning to look at the balcony doors that were now open. But thanks to the darkness of October all you could see was the outline of your stalker staring at you, 

"You were a bad girl tonight." He said as he walked further into the room, Your hands shakily reached for the hammer you'd begun to sleep beside and he chuckled darkly. You'd never feared for your life but you'd slept with a weapon beside your bed just in case you ever needed it, not just for your stalker but who knew what could happen in the night.

"We both know if you were going to kill me, princess, you'd have done it long before now." Lightening flashed and you dropped the hammer onto the floor.

"Changbin?!" The hammer slipped down onto the floor, bouncing and almost hitting your toe but he pushed you out of the way and pressed you up against the wall.

"The one and only," He whispered, biting your lip as you slapped against his chest, How had you not recognised his voice earlier? Changbin was someone you'd worked with for years and when you left the company he owned he hadn't been exactly nice about it. He'd tried to bribe you back into the company and when that didn't work he tried to threaten you. Clearly, this was all some kind of game for him as a way of getting revenge for leaving him.

"I told you I wasn't coming back to work for you." You grumbled, staring at him as you reached for the lights and flicked them on. 

"Oh baby, you're cute. This isn't about work, this is about us and our undying chemistry," He ran his hand over your cheek, his thumb gently running along your bottom lip before pushing your lips apart while you glared at him.

"What makes you think we have that?" You weren't an idiot, the reason you'd left his company in the first place was because of the sexual tension that there was between the two of you. God, it used to drive you insane going to work every day and having to act as though you didn't want him to fuck you against every surface of the office. So you left. Cut him out and try to be cold so you won't have to talk to him anymore.

"You think I haven't seen you touching that pretty cunt when I'm watching you? I know it gets you off." Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him,

"Even before you knew I was watching, you were moaning my name," 

"You're delusional." You tried to play it off as though it was nothing, that he had no idea what he was talking about but it was the truth. You used to touch yourself and cry out his name almost every night, imagining him in every way possible.

"No baby, I took my Delulu pills this morning," He whispered before biting down on your lip, you let out a low moan and you hated yourself for it because he was right.

The idea of him watching you did get you off whenever you were laid in bed touching yourself and maybe it was the excitement of it all,

"I bet if I put my hand down your panties right now I'd find you soaking wet and all for me."

"I-I'm not wearing any." You admitted you'd gone clubbing without them on as it was just nicer with your dress but you let out a squeal as you were suddenly spun around with your chest pressed flat against the wall.

"Dirty fucking whore," He growled, flipping your skirt up and groaning when he found that you weren't lying and the slap was delivered against your bare ass making you hiss out and buck your hips into the wall.

"W-What are you doing?!" You squealed, you'd only ever read about spanking in books and you'd never imagined it was something you'd enjoy but you'd loved the way that felt against your skin.

"Making good on my threat, let's see how cute you are after your little punishment." You wriggled a little but another slap was delivered to your ass and you bit back a moan, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he did to you.

"Who touched this pretty cunt last?" He questioned as he ran his finger up your thigh agonisingly slow, almost touching you but holding back.

"Why?" You mumbled, not wanting to go into details about your past sex life.

"Because I want a list of people I need to kill for seeing what belongs to me,"

"I'm not a possession," You hiss at him as he chuckled a little,

"When was the last time someone touched you like this?" He quizzed, his voice soft this time as his other hand ran over your breast grazing over your hardened nipples and you sharply inhaled.

"A long time ago," You admitted shly before he pinched your nipple, your eyes fluttering shut a little,

"Changbin," It came out in a sweet, breathless plea and Changbin felt himself harden beneath his trousers. Tonight was supposed to be about punishing you but now all he wanted to do was please you. 

"I'm going to worship this pussy," He whispered as he watched you, your eyes found him and you bit down on your lip. You wanted nothing more than for him to bury himself inside of you, ruin you and fuck you until you're screaming his name.

"You're fucking drenched," He whispered as he dipped his hand between your legs, your head falling forward against the wall and a moan left your throat.

"Do you like this? Your stalker spreading you open?" He hummed, rubbing your swollen bud until his fingers were soaked,

"You want to get finger fucked by your stalker?" He whispered, biting down on your ear as you let out a whine, panting and rolling your hips back to try and get him to touch you more. He pushed your legs wider apart and pressed his thumb against your clit as he pushes a finger inside of you,

"You're so wet for me," He whispered as he pushed his finger as deep as it would go,

"Now answer my question, do you like being finger fucked by your stalker?" He curled his finger inside of you and you clenched around him tightly, letting out the loudest moan you'd ever heard yourself do.

"Y-Yes! Yes! Fuck!" You cried out as your head tipped back, landing against his shoulder as he dragged his finger out of you, lazily rubbing our clit in circles before slamming his finger into you again. Air caught in your throat as you screamed his name out, sweat beginning to build on your forehead.

"My dirty little whore, letting me finger fuck you when you claim to hate me," He pushed a second finger into you, stretching you out as your fingers curled into fists on the wall. The room filled with wet sounds as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, looking at you with a smirk.

"Changbin,2 You moaned out as you clenched around his finger, his pace increasing with every pump. Changbin leaned down, biting and sucking on your neck as he continued to fuck his fingers into you.

"C-Close," You warned him, your vision begins to blur as you felt a tightness inside of your stomach and your eyes screwed shut. No one had ever been able to make you cum so quickly before and you hated that it was coming from him, You hated how much you wanted this and you mostly hated how you never wanted it to end. Your legs squeezed together a little as you came around his fingers, screaming his name out as he gave you a toe-curling orgasm.

"Such a good girl," He whispered, pulling his hand away from you and looking at you as he took his fingers into his mouth cleaning them with his tongue. Your eyes locked onto his as you whined a little, throwing your arms around him before kissing him deeply.

The kiss was hot and commanding, he pushed you toward the bed laying you down as he took in the sight of you.

"I like this outfit on you, You've worn it a lot which means you like it too." He ran his hands over the fabric of your skirt and you frowned, Why would he notice what you were wearing?

"I didn't realise you noticed what I wore," He chuckled darkly at you, shaking his head. He'd noticed every little detail about you, from the moment you'd walked into his office all those years ago he noticed everything.

"Oh Yn, I notice everything about you," He whispered before kissing you softly, gently laying beside you on the bed as you rolled on top of him continuing with what he'd just started.

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab) // chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol/collegegrad!felix. waitress!reader. college au. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. friends to enemies to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining. cheating. abusive boyfriend/ex. drama galore. the sexual tension is REAL in this one.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. felix is reader's estranged childhood bestie. chan is low-key an asshole in this ngl. heavy topics are mentioned such as: abusive/toxic relationships, cheating, and pathological lying. drinking/partying. the summer vibes are real in this one. there will be humor/fluff throughout to balance everything. and ofc smut too because who am i if not a whore for filthy felix smut. 😉

word count: 2.5k

summary: ever since you were born, all you've ever known is living a simple life in the small australian coastal town of bridgeport bay. you're content with working at your parent's beachside restaurant angel waves for the rest of your life, and you're happy with your place in the world - you have good friends and an even better boyfriend. that is, until everything comes to a standstill when a familiar face from the past visits town for the summer. and in the wake of his return, lee felix upturns everything you thought you were content with here in your comforting little beach town.

a/n: how tf has it been so fucking long since I last updated this??? sheeshhh 💀 anyways bitches, I'm backkk and with a vengeance 😈 this bitch has finally got herself a girlfriend, and you best believe with that entails a whole new era of filthy pieces, fuck yeah besties!! 🥵 I'm estimating this series will have another 3-4 parts to it... I've planned to finish this by the end of jan 2024, thanks sm for all of your patience and support!

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Two weeks later, after the continuous ‘meetings’ that you and Felix had out on the beach early in the morning, you found yourself amid a popular club in the area, with Chris holding onto your side as the two of you swayed across the dance floor. 

 You had already finished your dinner at the fanciest Italian joint in all of Bridgeport, and you two were subsequently stuffed to the brim from all of the pasta and bread. Yet somehow, you still found yourselves at the local club, crammed in with the large crowd of other couples and single people. The smell of liquor and cigarette smoke was palpable in the air, the bass of the club songs vibrating underneath your feet and causing you to feel a little dizzy on your toes. 

 Or maybe the two shots of cherry vodka you had just drank were the thing making you dizzy. 

 “You’re so fucking hot- I love… love-” Chris began in a slur, as he tipped into you. You grunted against his weight, stumbling a bit and bumping into a couple that was right behind you. “So much better than… her…”

 Staying silent for a few seconds, your liquor-addled brain took a few extra moments to process his words. At first, you were flattered… you always loved it when your boyfriend complimented you and told you he loved you. But then, the alcohol flowing through your system seemed to melt away as your entire focus honed in on what he had just said. 

 “Chris… what do you mean by her?”

 He stared up at you with glassy eyes, bottom lip wavering just a little bit from the soju that was coursing in his veins. “W-Wha-”

 But you didn’t let him finish, as your heart started to race a little faster and you shook him off of you, disconnecting his arms from holding onto your waist. “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

 Your boyfriend flashed you a confused look, brows furrowing as he noticed the anger that was slowly overtaking your entire facial expression. “D-Doesn’t matter… you’re here now and-” He got cut off again by the sound of his phone ringing. It was loud as hell, and all of the music of the club suddenly drowned out as he pulled his phone from his jeans pocket. 

 Looking at it for a split second, he silenced it before shoving it back into his pocket. When he caught your focus again, your eyes were honed onto his phone. “Who was that?” You asked, folding your arms in defiance and watching his face for any hint of emotion. 

 Instead, he just offered you an easy smile, waving your concern away with a nonchalant, limp hand. “Nobody- was nobody.” And in that moment, you cursed him for being such a lightweight. For loving the taste of alcohol, but only being able to handle two drinks in before he was absolutely floored with drunkenness. 

 “Give me your phone, Chris.” You motioned to his pants pocket with your hand, eyes narrowing slowly as he leveled you with a serious glare. 

 “Why?” 

 “If you have nothing to hide then you’re fine with giving it to me for a second.” 

 “But I don’t see why-”

 “Give me the goddamn phone, Chris!” You screamed so loudly, that the people near you all turned to watch the scene unfolding. Maybe it was the vodka in you that caused the butterflies of anxiety to stir in your stomach, or maybe it was your worries and premonitions making you react so hastily. 

 He rubs me the wrong way… 

 The way Felix’s deep voice had said the words crossed your mind just then, underneath the bar’s flashing rainbow lights. You thought about your best friend again, when you impulsively reached forward and grabbed Chris’ phone before he could even realize what was happening. 

 And as soon as the screen brightened and you read the name under the missed call notification, you knew it was all over. 

 Everything around you, the loudness of the dance floor and Chris, and the people cramming in on all sides, suddenly melted into nothingness. Your breath honed down to a single point, your heart slowing down its beats as you slowly unlocked the phone. He had been using the same password since he was in high school. That much you knew. 

 One click of a button and the screen opened to his messages. To the contact at the top, bolded and covered in hearts. And as much as you didn’t want to know, as much as you wanted to be left in the dark, a tiny, quiet voice in the back of your mind prodded you on. 

 If you don’t find out now, you’ll never truly get clarity. 

 But the voice wasn’t yours. 

 It was… 

 Felix’s. 

 So you opened the thread. And you began to read. 

Today 

11:13 pm 

This bitch actually wants me to take her out on a date tonight- even though I’m fucking exhausted from working all week. 

 Well, at least you have me to look forward to afterward. :) 

 You mean I really get to fuck you tonight? 

 Of course! Why else would I give you the code to my apartment!? Just so that you could use it that one time?? Hell nahh~ ❤️

 You felt like you were going to throw up, and before you could read anything more, a hand was reaching forward and snatching the device away from your gasp. You peered up to see an enraged, red-faced Chris. 

 “Why the fuck would you do that?! I fucking told you no!” He roared, eyes alight with a certain kind of fire that scared you just the tiniest of bits. 

 Everything was scaring you at that moment. The entire relationship had been a lie. All those years, wasted. 

 Because perhaps, he had been cheating since day one. 

 Perhaps, he had been fucking someone else throughout it all. 

 Yeji. 

 Yeji. 

 Yeji. 

 Her name rang across the forefront of your mind like a sick kind of mantra. 

 Your best friend, your closest confidant. The girl you had been working with since you two turned sixteen. 

 But as it turns out, she had never felt the same way about you. 

 Chris continued to scream in your face, the alcohol taking over everything. And suddenly, you felt so light-headed. Like if you kept thinking about it, you’d pass out right there in the middle of the dance floor. 

 Heart shattering again and again into millions of tiny fragments, cutting through sinew and flesh and bone, you backed away from your boyfriend altogether. 

 Soon, you were getting lost in the crowd of people, Chris’ face disappearing in the midst of them all. And before you knew it, you found your back pressed against a wall, as you doubled over with the misery of it all, hyperventilating in panic. 

 Even still, you somehow found the sanity inside of you to pull out your phone. Through your bleary, tear-filled vision, you dialed the one person you knew at that moment who would always be there for you. 

 The line rang for a few moments, and you prayed to every God above that he’d answer. 

 Answer. 

 Please- 

 Fuck, please pick up-  

 “Hello?” His deep voice cut clear across your mind, clearing some of the cloudiness that had overtaken your entire system. 

 “N-Need you to pick me up- please.” You forced out, voice hiking up in despair with each word that you spoke. Your entire began to shake, as the reality of the situation crashed down on your shoulders. “N-Now.” 

 “Send me your location, I’ll be there in under twenty.” 

 He didn’t even question you, he just automatically knew you weren’t okay. 

 “T-Thanks.” You managed to say, wiping away the tears that were quickly falling down your cheeks. 

 “Wait for me- I’ll be there soon.” 

 And then the line clicked off and you were left alone again. 

 Alone in a room full of strangers. 

 And alone with the one person you thought you had known. Yet so suddenly, you didn’t know him at all. 

 Before you could do anything else, a strong hand was clamping down around your forearm and pulling you to the side. You were once again faced with a raging Chris, hands balled into fists and shoulders rising and falling rapidly with his anger. 

 “We need to talk!” He shouted over the booming club’s music that vibrated against the bottoms of your feet. Already, you were feeling so fucking uncomfortable under his gaze. 

 You yanked down at the sides of your tight-fitting mini dress. You wore the red one because it was Chris’ favorite. But all too suddenly, you were realizing how frivolous the entire night had been - the entire relationship, really. 

 “I have nothing to say to you,” You started, glaring down at the way that his hand clamped across your skin. “And get your hand off of me- you have no right to touch me anymore.” 

 You were pushing away from him and through the shuffling bodies in the throng of people before he could reply. You searched aimlessly for the exit, your feet taking you forward and out of the club as quickly as you possibly could. At that exact moment, you weren’t even thinking straight. You weren’t thinking about how Felix would find you if you left the premises of the club. Instead, you just kept walking. 

 Walking, and walking, and walking. 

 Almost like, if you walked far enough, you’d be able to escape all of the bullshit entirely. Like if you traveled a far enough distance, you’d be able to leave your broken, bleeding heart behind in that godforsaken, seedy club. You’d be able to forget all of the heartache and pain. 

  Instead, you’d be reborn again. Into a new woman, with no ailments and no shitty boyfriend to speak of. 

 You were so out of it, you didn’t realize you had begun to walk down the side of the highway until you were stopped by a pair of broad shoulders standing in your way. Staring upwards, your gaze caught the faint moonlight illuminated behind the figure looming just in front of you. 

 It was hard to see through all of the tears, but somehow, you found Chris’ face in the midst of it all. He was staring at you with an empty look on his face, an expression completely devoid of all feeling. 

 Like seeing you crying right there in front of him didn’t even phase him. 

 “Did you even fucking love me, during all of the time that we were together?” You asked, voice cracking at the end of your words. Your heart squeezed so tightly in your chest that it hurt to even breathe in. “Or was I just a means to an end?” 

 He just continued to look at you, eyes hooded and lips pressed together in a displeased line. Like you were a fly that was buzzing around his face amid summer, a complete pest but too fast to completely squash for good.

 “Or was I just a quick fuck for you? A body to keep your cock warm late at night, meanwhile you were out fucking her behind my back,” you said in a low voice, fists clenching at either of your sides at the reaction that he was having to everything. Because there was nothing. Nothing at all. Just emptiness, and no emotion or feeling or empathy whatsoever. And the worst part about it was that you couldn’t even utter her name. It hurt too much, to know that such a close friend had violated every part of your very being and spirit. “I guess I was just your trophy girlfriend- the pretty bitch that you liked to keep perched on your arm, tricking everyone into thinking that you were some perfect fucking boyfriend when really, you were getting your stupid, dick wet every single night-”

 After that, everything happened in a blur of movement and tears. 

 In a split second, the fiery burn was spreading across your cheek. 

 Traveling down, down, down, the column of your neck. 

 Pooling in your clavicle agonizingly. 

 Momentarily, all of your tears stopped. 

 Your heart felt like it was about to explode inside your chest - ribs poking the air right out of your lungs as you gaped up at Chris in utter disbelief. 

 “Don’t try to insinuate that I did shit behind your back, you stupid bitch. I only-”

 Then his hand was raising again, and you caught the look of fiery, unbidden fury deeply set within his dark eyes. 

 Just as he was about to strike again, he was stopped mid-air. 

 Your focus shifted off of the ass and onto… him. 

 In all of his messy, blonde tresses and dark, chocolate brown eyes with the beautifully, sun-kissed skin. 

 He held Chris’ arm in a vice-like grip, squeezing and squeezing until the tendons popped, causing your ex-boyfriend to yelp out in pain as he tried to rip out of Felix’s hold. 

 “If you ever try to land a single finger on her again, I swear I won’t fucking hold back,” Felix said, voice so low it was hard to register over the rush of the highway at your side. Then he was pushing Chris off, making him stumble backward on the sidewalk like the fool that he was. “Harm one hair on her head and I’ll fuck you over so much- you’ll be dead by the time my hands are off of your neck.” 

 Then Felix was bending down, eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second as he scooped your entire shaking form up into his strong arms. Holding you close to his body, you felt the comforting warmth radiate off of him and you were instantly soothed. 

 Melting into his grasp, the sobs wracked through your form, as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will the last twenty minutes out of your mind - your memory entirely. 

 As your limbs shook in his arms, he trudged forward, towards an unknown point. Most likely to his car, but in that moment, you couldn’t give a damn. You felt his heart beating wildly, as you pressed your ear against his chest. 

 “It’s okay, angel… I’m here now,” he whispered in a low, gravelly voice. Like he was barely holding onto his restraint - his sanity. “Just hold onto me, yeah? I’m not gonna let anything happen to you ever again- he’s never going to talk to you or touch you, ever again,” you felt his lips ghost over the crown of your head, as he pressed a gentle kiss there. “So don’t worry your pretty little head about it, okay? As long as I got you, as long as you’re mine, no one will be able to hurt you ever again.” 

 The corners of your blurry vision darkened after that, as you succumbed to the overwhelming feelings of it all. 

 And the last thing you remembered feeling, just as you slipped into the bleakness and let the fuzziness take over everything, was the feeling of him - so close to you, and holding you so tightly and carefully and securely against him. 

 Like he always had, since the first day you had met him - he was there for you when you needed him most.

To be continued...

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[ell-alexanderarnold]

a new angst series? lots of emotions and forbidden relationship vibes? xx

Unforgettable

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Summary: Y/n spends her summer with her boyfriend as usual but when she accidentally bump into a certain footballer in the club, her life becomes more difficult.

Angst & Fluff here and there

Warnings : This fic contains mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex and where the reader cheats, Trent toxic towards the end?. Tell me if missed anything x

Note: Back with a new series! This is my first request also so let me know your thoughts 💭

“And you are unforgettable, I need to get you alone”

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The summer has just started and as usual you and your boyfriend Jacob went to London to start off the summer break. You went there with no expectations just a chill start off the summer, going out clubbing, eating nice food at luxury restaurants - you name it.

But it’s not as funny as it sounds. Your relationship with Jacob is very difficult. You met each other when you were in middle school and since then you have sticked together, but your love for him were more passionate and stronger when you were younger. Now it’s more about having a boyfriend and company, you have lost feelings a long time ago. You don’t have the guts to break up with him and it’s becoming really frustrating. You’re taking one day at the time, hoping you’ll leave this summer without him.

It’s been a few days and all you’ve done is laying in your hotel room.

“Wanna go out tonight?” You asked Jacob whilst you were scrolling on your phone.

“Really? We just arrived maybe we can relax a little bit first” He answered.

“Yeah but it’s so boring” You uttered. You got up from the bed and went out on the balcony for some fresh air. In fact it was boring, Jacob was a very laid back person. You were the opposite, you really don’t know how you two get along.

You stood watching the city life when Jacob came up to you and hugged you from behind.

”Let’s go out then” He whispered in your ear and you immediately got excited and rushed back inside.

About 30 minutes after that you were all ready for the night. You and Jacob got an Uber with some other friends to the club that you were going to.

When you arrived there was people everywhere and loud music playing, you couldn’t hear yourself think. You and your friend Amelia sat down at bar and ordered drinks.

“So how’s the love life going?” Amelia asked and took a sip of her drink.

“Love life?” You chuckled.

”Yeah you and Jacob” She said as you turned your head to spot him in the crowd of people but you didn’t find him.

“We’re just staying together for one reason I guess” You shrugged, your friends knew that you and Jacob only were together because you’ve known him for so long and that it would be chaos if you left him, because you two are the couple who everybody always known about.

“Well I know how it is, when I left my long term boyfriend I was happier than ever. Look at me now, I’m living my best life” Amelia explained.

”Only if it was that easy” You sighed.

“It is trust me, just leave him girl” She asserted and now you felt dumb for still being with him after all this time.

“I’m going to find some lads” Amelia said.

“Alright, have fun” You replied and she got up from the bar. She turned around and spoke up

“And remember Y/n, live a little! Forget Jacob for a moment”

You nodded slightly and she left. Now you were sitting all alone in the club on a summer night. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you should be dancing with your friends and fun with Jacob.

You: Where are you???

Jacob: I’m havinf dun withg some mates

You scoffed at his message, Jacob was clearly drunk and you couldn’t be bothered. Instead you ordered more drinks for yourself.

You sat there for a while and suddenly you noticed someone sit down next to you. The guy seemed very pretty and his skin was glowing in the dark lights.

But you pushed the thoughts aside of the man who were sitting next to you, you have had one drink too many and a big headache.

“Fuck” You mumbled whilst you opened your phone, Jacob had posted multiple photos on his insta story while he was drunk, you just couldn’t stand being his girlfriend anymore.

“Can I help you?” Someone said, you looked up to see it was the man who sat next to you. His eyes met yours and you struggled to find words.

“Ehm” You voiced.

“Ehm, that’s not an answer” He said and smirked.

“Yeah sorry no, I don’t need your help” You shared and took a sip of your drink although you didn’t want more.

“Right, why haven’t I seen you before?” He told you, making your mind more confused as you still tried to find the words. It was hard to focus on him because of your state of mind.

“Probably ‘cause I’m not from here”

“I’m not from here either” He explained.

“Okay so where you from then?” You asked him.

“Liverpool” He revealed and then you immediately realised who you were talking to.

“Wait up, am I talking to Trent Alexander-Arnold?”

“You sure are” Said Trent and you were shocked, you couldn’t believe you sat here drunk and miserable talking to him.

“Ugh I’m way too drunk for this” You mumbled under your breath.

“So what are you doing here in London?” Trent asked and looked you up and down.

“I’m here spending the summer with some friends” You replied without mentioning Jacob.

Your conversation with Trent went on well, he told you all about his life as a professional footballer and many more things. You found him to be a really laid back person, which you didn’t expect of him. He seemed interested in what you talked about, his eyes were on you the entire time you spoke.

You were drowning in his brown eyes, you knew the feeling that was going through your body. You were falling for him.

You: Help I’m here talking to this footballer

Amelia: Omg! Who?

You: Tyrone? No wait I’m going to ask for his name again

”Your name was Trent right?” You questioned, feeling dumb for forgetting his name. But it wasn’t easy when your thoughts were everywhere at once.

“Yeah and yours?“ Trent wondered.

“Y/n”

“Y/n, that’s a beautiful name” He praised, you turned away so he could not see your cheeks turn red.

”I’m going to dance, wanna join?” You asked him as you got up from the bar, fixed your dress and Trent looked you up and down, again.

“I’m not much of a dancer, but I’ll do it for you” Trent shared and you smirked at him and took his hand out on the dance floor.

There were still many people in the club and it felt like the time stopped when you danced with Trent, he had his hands around your waist which filled your whole body with butterflies. As you danced together he whispered in your ear

“You look good in that dress”

His whisper sent chills down your spine and you wanted to get closer to him. Now you were face to face, only a small distance to close the gap between your lips. You inhaled his perfume and it made your brain go fuzzy. But immediately the thought of Jacob rushed through your head and that wasn’t supposed to happen, not when you tried to drink the feelings away.

But thank God the kiss didn’t happen even if you wanted to because suddenly Amelia joined you.

“Where the fuck have you’ve been?” You bellowed and Trent let go off you whilst you tried to hear Amelia. The music was getting louder and louder, minute by minute.

“I told you I was going to fetch some lads!” Amelia asserted, her eyes widened at the man who was standing next to you.

“Look what you have found here Y/n” She beamed as you furrowed your brows at her.

“I gotta go to the restroom, yous two have a talk” You said and left the dance floor.

-

Trent POV

When you left, Trent’s thoughts were all over the place. He kept thinking about you. What if you went to the restroom and never come back? He didn’t even take your number. All those what if’s was driving him crazy, he decided to have a talk with Amelia, hoping to get to know you more.

“How long have you’ve been friends with her?” He asked.

“Are you asking me?” Amelia wondered, surprised that he was talking to her.

“Y/n, for about three years maybe” She answered.

“Nice, you know if she got a boyfriend or anything?” Trent implored, he was desperate to know even if you didn’t mention Jacob before.

“Yeah, she hasn’t told you that?” Amelia uttered as she laughed watching Trent’s face turn into frustration.

“No, she didn’t” He simply said, watching you struggle to get past the crowd of people.

“Well, I’ll guess you’re stuck then. You never know with her” Amelia shrugged.

“What do you mean?” Trent questioned, eyes on you and Amelia at the same time.

“She’s trying to get rid of him, take your chance” She said as you finally manage to get back to your best friend and your new “friend”.

-

“I’m back, what did you two talk about?” You said as you looked at them both. Amelia gave Trent a look to not say anything about him knowing about the boyfriend.

“Oh we just talked about how we got to know each other” Amelia explained.

-

At this point you were so dizzy and wanted nothing more than to crash in your hotel room. And that’s exactly what you did, but it wasn’t your hotel room. It was Trent’s. How’d you manage to end up here you didn’t know but things escalated quickly and you were in his bed. You were exhausted but seemed to please him anyway and you could’ve swear that he pleased you as well, there was no hiding in that.

You laid beside him and couldn’t sleep even though you were so tired.

“I’m really glad I met you Y/n” Trent spoke up and stroke his hands through your hair.

And this is where Trent’s mission started. He wanted you, only you and was going to make sure that he claimed you from Jacob like a prize. Because he’d never met someone like you before, someone with so much light in their eyes and a beauty like no other.

You didn’t know what you were getting into, but it felt right. Trent felt right.

—

10 missed calls from Jacob

7 messages from Jacob

You woke up to see all the missed calls and messages on your phone, you groaned and pulled the duvet over head.

The realisation of knowing that your clothes that Trent took off of you last night were all over the floor and all of your other clothes in your suitcase at your hotel made it worse. You thought that you were not returning back to Jacob with the dress on from last night, that was just not going to happen. So you thought why not ask the man who was laying next to you for some clothes?

“Trent” You whispered and nudged him lightly, he was still asleep and he looked like an angel. But he didn’t wake up so you tried again but this time you pecked his cheek.

“Y/n” He hummed, stretching his arms and rubbed his eyes.

“Slept good huh?” You giggled, making him smile as he looked at you with his sleepy eyes.

“I was just wondering if I could borrow some clothes from you, kinda don’t want to show up to the hotel with my dress from last night.” You began, you were nervous. What if he says no?

“Yeah sure there’s some sweats and a hoodie in the bathroom” He simply answered, making all of your stress fade away.

“Thanks, now look away” You put forth, you didn’t want him to see your body on full display.

“Like I didn’t see you all naked last night but okay” He teased and laughed, buried his face in the pillow to show that he didn’t look.

When you went into the bathroom the clothes were laying there, you put them on. It was a black Under Armour hoodie that smelled like him, you were going to get used to that scent. You just didn’t know it yet.

You walked out the bathroom and Trent was smiling to see you wearing his clothes.

“It looks better on you than it does on me” He claimed.

“Really?”

“Really”

You collected your clothes from last night on the floor and got ready to leave. You were dreading it, you didn’t want to leave Trent. You wished you had more time with him but it wouldn’t work because you had to be there for Jacob, and in his books your heart belongs to him. You gave your heart to Jacob but you want to claim it back and give it to another person. A person who you only met last night, who has a hold on you that no one ever has had before.

“I’m leaving now” You told him.

“Was I better than him?” Trent teased and it made your heart skip a beat as you stood by the door feeling like a fool. It just came out of the blue, how did he know? Fuck, there’s no going back now you thought.

“What are you on about?” You implored as you let out a small laugh.

“Don’t act stupid, I know about him Y/n” He nagged and looked deep into your eyes as you stood there silent with no words.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He implied.

“I don’t like him Trent.”

“Then why are you still with him?” Trent went on whilst you were starting to lose your temper, you didn’t want to mess up your only chance with him.

“I’m not talking with you about this, we only met yesterday Trent. I’ll sort it out with Jacob later, okay?”

“Jacob, that’s his name?” He snapped.

“Yes, can I go now?” You announced, Trent got up from the bed, shirtless and approached you. He got closer and closer until your lips were inches apart from each other.

“Tell Jacob that you’re leaving him and afterwards, you call me” He whispered against your lips and then kissed you.

After that, you walked out of his hotel room with a head full of thoughts that will probably keep you up many nights ahead…

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Part 2 coming next week hopefully :D

[princesssarcastia]

things i’m still thinking about after my second showing of across the spider-verse

Ham and Noir never showed up at headquarters, but they showed up at the end when Gwen and Miles needed them.  I’m actually very curious about that—they both enjoyed working with Miles, Peter B., Gwen, and Peni in the first movie, so they don;t object to working with others on principle.   I wonder if their spidey senses pinged when Miguel or Jess showed up to recruit them, and they said no.  Or: they got all the way to headquarters, caught the vibe, and refused to sign up, not even to see their new friends.  Certainly, Noir is enough like Hobie to see the problematic elements of this place quickly and refuse to take part in it.  And Ham really loves Miles.  If he made it all the way to the part where they explain the anomaly, and how Miguel believes Miles fits in...I think he’d walk out.  My boy Ham would not have stood for that chase bullshit

(Or:  Miguel took one look at Ham and Ham’s world and said “Fuck that, no way.”)

(Or: Peter B. didn’t push for Miguel and Jess to recruit Ham and Noir.  Didn’t push for them to recruit any of the people he grew to love and love working with, during the collider incident, because he knows Miguel, and knows deep down that this environment is toxic, and not at all what he wants for them)

Which brings me to another thing I can’t stop thinking about: how Peter B. definitely knew Miguel before this whole inter-dimensional spider club got started.  They are definitely friends, or they were.  It gives Peter more leeway to fuck around with Miguel, and it gives Miguel more leeway to be an uptight fascist with Peter.

I also think that the reason Peter B. and so many other Spider-People buy into that bullshit narrative about canon events is because they, like so many traumatized people before them, want it all to have meant something.  They want there to be a reason, a divine purpose, a plan, so that their suffering isn’t pointless.  Peter B. has convinced himself that purpose makes the loss hurt less—and it’s not until Miles rightfully calls them all out on it that he starts to realize it actually makes it hurt more.

“All this loss makes us who we are!”  Bullshit, Peter B., you should know better.

We never meet another Miles, not once.  I know some people are speculating that 42!Miles was supposed to get bitten by that spider, but I don’t think that’s true.  

I think the Miles Morales in 1610 is something wholly new in the entire multiverse, and I think that should and does terrify the everloving pants off of everyone involved in the status quo.  In every peter who likes feeling special, who likes being The One And Only Spider-Man, In Every Universe.  In Miguel, who’s clinging desperately to the boxes he’s shoved the universe into so he doesn’t have to try and get better.

And Miles Morales is...oh, he’s mind-blowing.  I can’t stop thinking about the way he! plows! through! an! entire! multi-verse’s! worth! of! spider-people!  All of them!  It’s hard, but he fucking does it and he beats them and he’s RIGHT.   They should fucking crown him king.

Not only that—he beats them at the violence from the moral high ground!  He doesn’t give into despair, doesn’t take the easy route of “I couldn’t stop it, leads to, I shouldn’t stop it.”  He puts the onus on himself to do both.  To save the world and his father.

Miles Morales Is Better Than You

The way that Miles and Gwen seem to have some sort of trans-dimensional spider-sense hookup is so fucking cool.  Gwen stands in his room long enough to spider-sense out through the whole UNIVERSE and tell that he’s. not.  here.  they’re CONNECTED they have a CONNECTION.

Speaking of, Gwen Stacy is trans as fuck.  Claiming her now.

Hobie is a delight.  He sees, I think, what Peter B. sees (and what I think Ham and Noir see) which is that there’s something special about these kids.  (Obviously, that something special is that they’re the main characters.  But for the most part, Miles and Gwen are fighting head and shoulders above the rest of the crowd, and on their way to thinking head and shoulders above the crowd, too)

I wasn’t expecting the movie to focus on Gwen so much, but her story was heart-wrenching.  Her dad, picking her job over his daughter.  Getting a second chance, with some people she clearly desperately wants to be her new family, but that second chance is contingent on her ability to perform for the Mission—and comes at the expense of the only friend she’s made since Peter died.  And then...then she fucks up the mission.  And loses everything.  Big oof.  She gets punched in the face so many times, but every time she gets up angrier than before and starts hitting back.

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

So many people say they're being plagarised and offer no proof except all this hearsay. The one time I saw two people actually offer proof @selfproclaimedunicorn dismissed it as their writing and the accused were basically writing the same generic boring mid smut and weren't being plagarised at all or plagiarising. She says they were causing drama over generic expressions. The funny thing was the complainants fic was being recycled in a new fandom by the accused and nobody really took it seriously except a handful of their mutuals. It's you lot who create cliques and fear mongering and this idolatry worshipping writers with huge followings, in time creating your own worst enemies. People with clout somehow in the fandoms always act like corrupt cops. But it's people in the fandom who create it. I've never seen you reblog anyone's work except your friends. I've seen Natasha reblog different people and offer nice comments. But you and your friends don't. And Ange is .... I don't know. Will she be a bullet you dodged? She has a big following end she was part of a group who were unbelievably toxic until she changed (?) People are just awful in this fandom and you know it getting a taste of it yourself here and elsewhere. I've no doubt people whose OCs are overlooked and ignored or whose x readers are not read, their voices are silent and people steal from them voraciously and nobody cares. People friends with the bigger writers close ranks and shut everyone out and everyone else is scrabbling to fit in and be noticed. I can name on one hand writers who write for the fun and not attention or notes. I don't know you and I'm sorry you have suffered this but welcome to our world

honestly, i wasn't going to answer this because so much of it is just fucking stupid.

I know exactly what you're talking about re misa, and you tagged the wrong blog. it wasn't her that said that, it was @julyzaa - and you know what...she wasn't wrong. she was talking about two fics that shared a similar premise. and we both agreed that it wasn't plagiarism. it was just two authors who wrote an aemond smutty one shot with similar vibes. of which there are a million and one fics like that right now. there is an importance in being able to discern the difference.

and i'll just say it, this obsession of constantly bringing up Ange is weird. it's creepy at this point. you're welcome to dislike someone, but it's becoming glaringly obvious that there's individuals in fandom that want to blame an outside person instead of looking at themselves and the company they keep. in my time being Ange's friend, not once have I been bullied/harrassed/intimidated - not even in a joking way. the chatting never turns toxic and the only time we're talking about other people is when shit gets weird on the dash (like it is right now). that's just normal social interaction, babes. we spend most of our time discussing fic and the show and our real lives.

and frankly, i don't know where this idea of 'clique' came from or why it seems this is an accusation that's being thrown around - not just at myself but others. there's no clique. there's no secret club or burn book or whatever you think there is lurking out there where we're concerned. im so confused as to why it's an issue that friend groups crop up and people get close. that's the nature of being mutuals! it's weird to be angry at people for making friendships and taking those friendships offline.

this is my blog and i'm allowed to reblog what I want - as is everyone else. you don't have a solution for whole 'clique' conundrum you seem so concerned with, so I can only assume your answer would be for me to just reblog everything I see, in hopes that your work reaches an audience. and i'm not going to do that. i will reblog the stories and edits that speak to me, that inspire me, that i actually enjoyed. and i've become friends with a lot of those authors, sure. because i put in the effort to get to know them. i stopped posting on tumblr because I got no response when posting my fic. My audience is clearly elsewhere. But it's always 'will you reblog my stuff' but it's never reciprocated, so what's the point in supporting mutuals if the mutual relationship is gone? have you ever reached out to me? have you ever struck up a conversation or attempted to chat about something other than fic? no? then why do you have any expectations of me at all where your fic is concerned? maybe look that the relationships you have formed and you'll have your answer.

[multiverseprincess]

gaslighter pt. 2

sorry for this, I'm getting the toxicity of my periods out of my system with these- THESE ARE NOT NORMAL BEHAVIOURS DO NOT ENABLE THEM.

tw: creepy men (not pete), overthinking, lots of it, stalking (pete), post-break up vibes and sadness, heartbreak, things left unsaid and angst galore.

peter realizes that maybe, just maybe a break up doesn't mean that he can't still know what you were upto. he thinks it's okay, okay to keep tabs on you through webslinging persona.

not only does he follow you silently through the streets of NYC, swinging, jumping rooftop to rooftop- he'd try to be there every night but he thinks (that's slightly pushing it) but he also, sometimes just fall asleep on the rooftop opposite to your building, listening in here and then- to check see what kinda day you'd had.

he's not moved on, not at the pace he's at- he thinks to himself that he's done, you were it and if he can't have you maybe he's just not meant for it, he's done playing god he thinks.

he hears it then, when he's followed you to a night out at a club with your friends, a guy chatting you up and asking you for your number- his heart is in his throat, he knows that it's not his place and the fact that he just gets to see you love your life no matter from how far away it is, is a merciful thing, but if you added someone else to that- it's a double edged sword he'd carry forever.

you allow him another mercy, you turn the guy down, gently, as if there's anything else you are- "I'm sorry, I'm not into dating right now", you'd let them down gently, wishing them a good night and a cheers.

peter smiles to himself and chuckles, 'cheers to you too lovely', he thought to himself. he thinks to how he'd get you in the first place-

you were working at a cafe he had dropped by randomly, he was tired and needed juice for his patrol and he barely looked at you, looking at the confectionery in the food display counter, the light from it falling on his face, it made him look ethereal to you and the fact that he didn't look up and was tired, made you feel for him.

as he ordered, still looking at the display, distracted and unfocused, rubbing his face w his left hand and apologizing for not being able to pronounce something right, he placed his order- "um, um- yeah, a decaf and that pah-mee-ay (palmiers)"

you cleared your throat and he was still nodding, digging through his jacket, when you clear your throat once more making him look up

and you held his gaze as you did something you would never do to a stranger, much less a customer- "so you want a decaf and a pal-meay (palmiers)?"

you said it your lip movements a little more pronounced, his gaze drops to them for a second, making you smirk and he nods, his cheeks heating up at being caught a second time by you.

he's not dettered though, age and experience have emboldened him- "yeah that's how you say that?"

"mm hm"

"yeah and how d'ya say your name?"

it's straightforward, he felt his heart in his throat but you didn't know it then- he just knew he'd be a fool to walk away without your name and your number and maybe a date.

he thought you were the prettiest person he'd seen in a while, well, atleast pretty to him- the kind of pretty that made his muscles feel like mush and his stomach fluttery. you made him want to try, and something told him you'd be worth everything and more.

and it stands true when you walk out of the club, for a breather and stand back to wall in the dingy alley behind the club. he moves closer to the edge of the roof at that, closer to your side, just as he did-

"hey dollface, where are ya peepin huh? night's still young" the guy comes in out, the vibes are making his Spidey senses tingle.

"just getting a breather", you replied with a polite smile

peter was on high alert, his senses were going off

"yeah your mind changed on the number yet?"

"yeah still not ready, thanks"

"that's a pity hunny, could've been going home with me tonight ya' know- have some fun, maybe a lot?", the guy moves from the wall opposite to you, getting closer as they replied, their right hand is put next to your face and before his put his left one too-

two things happened- you kneed him where the sun didn't shine and elbowed his chest, while spiderman webbed his mouth shut and pulled him up, much to your surprise and amusement

"My turn!", spiderman said, sweeping him off his legs- he webs the guy upside down from the roof, while you step inside to alert the creepy guys friends that they should get him, and if they like their bodies the way they are- away from the club to never return.

as you are about to step out again, bidding goodbye to your friends with plans of how and when everyone's getting home checked and verified- you see spiderman waiting next to the clubs doors.

you smile at him and start walking home, him falling in step next to you

"salutations mister spiderman", you sassed, wanting to keep whatever this was breezy, you were 6 drinks down and it was not the week to end with a bad trip.

"hey lovely", he chuckled, his boyish voice immediately activating that numb part of your heart, spurring it to life and now it aches, yeah- you weren't ready to see him again. no matter what mask he put on.

"I can walk myself home you know?, I'm okay I've got a fully charged phone too" you wanted him gone, you were afraid if he acted casual you'd actually say or do things you'd regret and it's not good street cred to be yelling at spiderman- ask JJ.

"It would make me feel better to walk you home tonight, please let me- you don't have to, trust me, you don't have to do shit for me, but if you can, please let me do this" for me more than for you he wants to add, but the way you stop walking and turn to look at him, something tells him you get it. he only hopes that you don't say no now, he'd not push if you did though- that's not what May raised him to be.

you fold your hands ask you reply-

"yeah and you're gonna go back to rooftop stalking after that?"

his blood goes cold for a minute and he wants to bury himself alive.

"y-you knew?", wow no defence at all, pete, wow.

"Spidey you aren't very sneaky, not to me, must be losing your touch", you tsk'd walking away frim him as he stood still, you swayed your hips a little more, you knew he liked to watch you- you never stopped him, wouldn't either. if there was one guy you wanted watching you it was him, just his eyes.

he snaps into motion as you turn a block and jobs to catch up- "you knew? you're not mad? annoyed? creeped out?"

"I'm not mad or annoyed, I saw you the first day after the break up and I know you've got sini-

he clears his throat and you look at him in surprise, oh yes, inside voice

"um, bad guys, so yeah, I know you're just looking out, I'm not mad or creeped out, you're just annoying w how hard you try to not be noticed by me" I'd notice you in a crowd, pete- you want to add.

peter nods, he wants to add- yeah and I missed you, I wanted you to be safe and I want to see you be safe, I miss you, will you take me back, ever?

he wants to say so much and he watches you look at him expectantly, he wants to have it out, take you to your place, maybe come in and God just sleep, hold you, kiss you a little or maybe more and just sleep dreamlessly in your arms but it feels like a luxury he can't afford and doesn't deserve.

so he just nods, nods and says- "I'm gonna walk you home and go back to patrol, stay on alert, yeah?"

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Not Sure What Love Is - Barcelona Femení x Reader

Summary: R goes from not knowing what non-toxic love is to finding a love language that works for them, and a new family in the form of their teammates.

A/n: based on a revelation I had about my childhood and life now, so that's fun. warnings for toxic family relationships vibes at the start.

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“This is not what love is. This is not what love is. This is not what love is. Other people’s families are not like this. Other people’s families are not like this. I deserve better than this, I will find better than this, I have to be better than this. I can’t be like them. Please.”

Repeating this monologue in your head every time voices were raised in your family home was your attempt at being hopeful for the future. That whatever was ahead of you with your relationships would share no parallels or similarities with the familial relationships you’d grown up with. Not everyone’s parents yelled at each other so much each day, but still stayed together, leaving you trapped in a loud environment where you used to flinch when someone raised their voice at you next. Your eyes used to fill with tears whenever you were criticised or the voice raised slightly, but now you were numb, and doing your best to be hopeful.

That’s why when you had the opportunity to go to a club far away from the toxic family relationships you knew, you took it with both hands and ran before they could stop you and try to make you stay. Moving away from everything and everyone you knew gave you a new perspective, and a fresh start to try to relearn what had been tainted by your exposure to the toxic family relationships you had grown up with.

Your therapist back home suggested journaling to you, but also there were other things mentioned when you brought up leaving everything behind. Bringing back the things you loved that you had lost.

One of these things was that in your younger years before the criticism, you wanted to be an artist. So the first thing you bought in the airport to Barcelona was a sketchpad, a notebook for journaling and some sketching pencils. Even at the expensive price they were, you argued with yourself that you needed this.

Football was an outlet too, but not having family ready to criticise when you hit the crossbar or the posts instead of the net during a game wasn’t something you were used to. Yet Barcelona wanted you to join their attacking ranks due to the amount of injuries they had going on with their team at the moment.

You hadn’t managed to sketch anything on the plane ride over, the turbulence leaving you not wanting to risk spilling your sketching pencils everywhere, so instead, you journaled everything going through your head, thoughts, feelings, song lyrics, and little doodles as a practice for when you had some inspiration to sketch.

You were sat journaling outside on a bench, your agent saying nothing as they let you write down whatever you needed to write, until a spokesperson from Barcelona would appear so you could have the meeting the two of you were waiting for.

Following your agent through the facility, you slipped your journal back into your bag, allowing everyone your full attention as contracts were discussed, expectations were outlined for what the club wanted, and what you wanted now that you were in Barcelona. Your housing was still being sorted out, so you’d be staying in a hotel room for a few nights until everything was sorted. One thing you felt your face burn when you mentioned was your family’s reluctance to let you go, so you had nobody in Barcelona, but the manager smiled and said that wasn’t a problem, and by meeting your teammates, you wouldn’t be alone.

Your chest tightened slightly at that prospect, but the small smile on your face was unmissable.

One photoshoot later for the club socials later, you were heading back to your hotel room for the day.

Staring out the window at the Barcelona sunset hours later, you smiled as the golden hour light lit up the fruit bowl that you’d filled when your agent dropped you off at the closest supermarket to your hotel. Grabbing your sketchbook, you set to work.

It was only when it was dark that you finally began to laugh at what you had drawn. You were a little rusty so the shading and some of the shapes were questionable, but at least you could tell it was a fruit bowl?

Ignoring how your phone was lit up with messages from your family members trying to check in, having given up on persuading you to move back home and play for a club there. They’d stopped trying to persuade you to stop playing football all together when realising it wasn’t working, but you still didn’t respond to any of the messages, instead reading your emails and messages from your management, then reposting the post that Barcelona had posted in terms of you arriving and signing with the club today.

The post had been liked by some of your new teammates, you were yet to meet any of them, but according to the comments that you had glanced over before going to bed, they seemed excited to have a new addition to their attacking ranks.

Sleeping that night was tricky, you spent a lot of it staring at the ceiling until your alarm went off and you got ready for your first day. Your agent picked you up, wanting to finalise some details about your housing or something, you weren’t entirely sure but you skipped the hotel breakfast, stomach rumbling slightly until one of the staff heard, giving you directions to where the team would have breakfasts before training.

Nobody was there when you walked in, leaving you to glance around wondering about what the social cues and societal expectations were when another staff member walked in, helping you get sorted and seated at a table. Your bags were under your chair as you ate, eventually sliding the empty dishware to the side so you could place your sketchpad down. Practising your shading, you focussed on drawing one of the chairs. You were completely entranced by it all, so you didn’t hear your teammates arriving at the grounds and coming to get breakfast too.

Glancing to the side slightly, you watched from the corner of your eye as some of your teammates paused to take you in, whilst others made beelines for the breakfast foods before the eggs were all gone. You could hear them whispering in Spanish, asking each other who you were, before someone cut in saying you were the new forward Barcelona had signed.

Someone was about to sit on the chair you were currently sketching when you heard your agent call your name, gesturing for you to follow them. Flashing a small smile to the teammates watching you leave, you bundled up your stuff and followed your agent, who explained that you’d be in the hotel for another day or two before you could move into the place that had been set up for you.

“The captains want to meet you before training.” Your agent gestured towards the manager’s office door before heading out, checking you’d be okay as you slipped your sketchbook back into your bag before going in.

Meeting Barcelona’s four captains was interesting as you glanced between Alexia, Irene, Pere and Mel before realising the smudged pencil on your hand.

“Sorry, sorry, I was drawing… I draw a little.” You wiped your hand on your leg before realising it was definitely not shifting, grimacing a little as the captains just chuckled. You just hoped they were chuckling with you, and not at you.

One of the good sides of having beat your teammates to breakfast was you could get changed into your training gear in peace, locating the pitch after following some directions from a member of staff as you waited for time to catch up and your teammates to be ready.

The dynamics of adapting to new teammates wasn’t something you were completely accustomed to, since you’d been with your old teammates and known them since your academy days, so looking at doing group work at training was something that left your chest a little heavier.

Standing in thought, you didn’t realise that Clàudia had approached you until she was in front of you, asking if you wanted to pair up.

The two of you didn’t speak much as you went through the drills together, but you gave her soft smiles every time the two of you met eyes, before you finally worked up the courage to speak after glancing over the tattoos on her arms a couple more times.

“I like your tattoos, they’re really cool!”

Clàudia’s face lit up, the two of you quietly chatting about tattoos and other art as you began to open up, admitting you were trying to draw again after a while, but you didn’t think it was anything worth looking at yet.

You both spent the rest of the day during training quietly talking about Clàudia’s tattoos before she asked if you had or wanted any, leaving you to bite your lip before answering.

The conversation shifted slightly towards the end of training, your eyes lingering on some of your other teammates as you kept thinking about tattoos, quietly talking to Clàudia and pointing out some that you thought looked cool, quickly looking away before your other teammates spotted you both staring at them.

You ended up staying close to Clàudia until it was time to head back inside.

You raised an eyebrow as you spotted your agent lingering nearby, walking over to you with a sigh.

“Call your family so they stop calling me.” Your agent passed you your mobile, leaving you to grimace, apologising as your agent patted your shoulder before heading away.

Clàudia frowned as she found you sitting on the floor off to the side in the corridor, grimacing as you held the phone to your ear, barely able to get a word in as she could hear whoever you were talking to very loudly.

“Hey, stop shouting at me down the phone please, I know you don’t realise but you’re shouting at me. I’m fine, I’ll text you everything else, just stop calling my agent while I’m in training. Everyone’s fine, they’re lovely and I’m happy here… okay, okay, talk to you later yeah… bye…” you ran your free hand down your face as you hung up, freezing as you spotted Clàudia walking over to you, offering you a hand up.

Taking her hand, you gave her a grateful look before biting your lip.

“Do you want to hang out tonight? I haven’t really been anywhere and I’m stuck up in a hotel room until everything gets sorted out…”

You hadn’t intended for that invitation to end up with you and Clàudia watching whatever you could find on TV in your hotel room, the two of you chatting about tattoos again before moving onto other types of art. The subject shifted when you admitted to being nervous since you hadn’t introduced yourself to anyone but Clàudia at training today, unless you counted that nervous meeting with the captains.

“Everyone could tell you were nervous, and Irene and Alexia asked them not to overwhelm you at training.” Clàudia admitted, reaching out as you tensed up, watching in confusion as she tried to comfort you by holding your hand.

“Sorry, sorry, I just… everything before a few days ago was cold, and I don’t just mean the weather. I’m still getting used to everything.” You apologised, letting Clàudia take your hand as she chuckled.

“Our teammates can be very affectionate.”

“Yeah I heard about that with Spanish girls… I saw a post on social media about how fans can’t tell if some players are just friends or dating.” You replied, sipping your water as Clàudia grinned, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“See, it’s things like that!” you pointed out with a laugh, the first laugh you’d really laughed in a while, the sound weird to your own ears but Clàudia grinned even more instead.

It was after Clàudia left that you busted out your sketchbook again, opening google to help you work out the proportions as you began to sketch.

Clàudia turned up to training the next day, finding you sitting on the locker room floor, sketchbook in your lap, pencil in hand and your tongue sticking out slightly as you focussed on the paper in front of you. Her knee gently bumped yours when the pencil wasn’t on the page, smiling as you smiled at her but also flicked the sketchbook shut so she couldn’t see.

“Not until it’s finished!” you declared, slipping your sketchbook back into your bag, then tying the laces of your boots. Clàudia rolled her eyes playfully, rolling them again as you nudged her when Mapi walked in.

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you and Clàudia whispered to each other quietly about tattoos, a recurring conversation the two of you seemed to have until Mapi spotted the two of you watching her, raising an eyebrow as you both hurriedly looked away. This lead to Mapi walking over with a slight glare, enquiring why the two of you had been staring at her so much recently.

You glanced at Clàudia as she glanced back at you, both of you falling silent at Mapi’s confrontation, neither seeing how Alexia and Jenni had walked in and were now watching the scene.

“Uhh… we were talking about tattoos… and think yours are pretty cool…” Your voice was quiet, Mapi’s intense look scaring you slightly until it faded into a grin, excited to talk about one of her passions.

As more teammates walked into the locker room, they paused spotting you, Clàudia and Mapi sat on the floor together talking quietly, the three of you even sneaking looks at Jenni, or more specifically, her arm tattoos, as you began to doodle in your journal so you had something to do with your hands as you three chatted.

Mapi had tried to peek at your doodles whilst you were listening to Clàudia speak, but you covered your journal immediately, sticking your tongue out at Mapi before continuing to listen to Clàudia, who quickly explained that you didn’t want people seeing things until they were finished.

Heading out onto the pitch to train, you were working with the other forwards today, the uninjured ones anyway, as Clàudia and yourself walked out together, getting distracted momentarily by Jenni as she walked over from where she had been with Alexia. Clàudia smiled as you started to get to know the other forwards, your nervousness was still there, but being on the pitch seemed to help as passing and shooting drills began to occur after warming up. You and Pina passed the ball to each other until you nutmegged Jenni, then passed the ball to Clàudia, who scored. Clàudia ran over to you, pulling you into a hug as you looked at her slightly confused, but you hugged her back gently.

It was after the dynamic duo known as you and Clàudia continued to be chaos for everyone else during the scrimmages that you began to feel like you were fitting in at Barcelona. Jenni had approached after training, one arm around Clàudia and one around you as she walked you both around the pitch, chatting about something but you weren’t entirely sure what she was saying, spotting Alexia waiting for Jenni on the sidelines.

“I’m gonna go shower… you both should too, you kinda stink…” you smirked, running away before Jenni and Clàudia could process what you said and run after you. You heard laughter as Clàudia began to chase you, looking back to see Jenni’s playful offended look when she realised Alexia had also heard left you in stitches laughing.

As time moved on over the preseason, you hadn’t realised how many players you had begun to sketch since your drawing of Clàudia, but each time you bonded with a player or got to know them better, you sketched them in your sketchbook.

Like when you ended up sat between Irene and Sandra on a flight for the Champions League and whoever was sat behind tried to sneak at your drawing of Mapi, they covered you, allowing you to sketch in peace away from the players who hadn’t fully gotten the memo that you didn’t want people peeking at your work.

Or when Jenni made you laugh so much doing an impression of something that to this day you didn’t know what, but you fell out of your chair laughing and Clàudia had to help you up once she had stopped laughing too.

You bonded with Alexia after she got mad at you, thinking you were just doodling and not listening to her speech at half-time during a game against Real Madrid. It was only when you let her see what you were scrawling in your journal that she realised you’d been writing what she had been saying the entire time. She kissed your forehead in apology, smiling at the confused look on your face for that bit of affection before Mapi distracted you with a question about one of her pieces she’d been working on.

Leila had tried a few times to get you to dance, to no avail, but you’d watch with a grin on your face as she danced around with no shame.

Pere had tried to sneak at your cards whilst playing uno during a team bonding night, making you shuffle over in your seat until you were almost in Jenni’s lap, much to the confusion of Clàudia and Alexia, but Jenni busy trying to sneak a look at your cards too, making you stick your tongue out at her before moving away.

You’d bonded with a few of the others during a post-game celebration at a sushi bar. You had ended up asking Patri what she recommended since you weren’t sure, and ended up sitting in conversation with her for a chunk of the night.

Until a napkin hit your face, courtesy of Clàudia who had been trying to ask you a question about the drills for the forwards at the next training session for a while now.

Eventually, you had sketches of every player on your team, each goalie, defender, midfielder and your fellow strikers, all stashed in one sketchbook until you could put your plan into action.

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You had to get to the training ground earlier than any of your teammates for your plan to work. So, when you finally had that morning, after staying up messing with fixative spray to make sure your drawings wouldn’t be smudged in the process, you set up your exhibit.

Titled ‘locker room art gallery’.

Not very creative, but you hoped your teammates would get the point when they began to arrive, seeing the individual sketches of them on the wall, stuck up with blue and red washi tape, since blu tack risked leaving greasy marks and you were not wanting to be told off for making a mess of the walls.

The exhibit was ready and you were ready too, but for training, having chosen to hide out with the physios getting your ankles taped before sneaking out onto the pitch to warm-up on your own.

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By hiding out on the pitch, you could avoid seeing everyone’s reactions, a bittersweet feeling but you felt better practising your shooting rather than sitting in the anticipation of everyone arriving at the locker room.

You were so wrapped up in sending the ball into the goal attempting to do a free kick (even though Alexia was the one who would take those) that you didn’t see Jenni running over until she had sweeped you up into a hug whilst whoever was behind her caught up.

Jenni had barely let you go before you were swept up into another hug, recognising the tattoos on the arms wrapped around you as Mapi pulled back with a grin.

As more of your teammates began to emerge from the locker room ready for training, you received more hugs, forehead kisses, your head was patted a few times too. Clàudia waited until everyone else was done, lingering nearby until you were standing staring at the goal in thought. Wrapping her arms around your waist, she hugged you from behind, burying her face in your training jersey.

“Muchas gracias.” Her voice was muffled in your jersey but you heard her, smiling softly as you moved your arms back to hug her, even at the awkward angle.

“De nada.” Clàudia smiled into your jersey, leaning into you a little more as you made no efforts to move from her...

[t00nyah]

If you could make your own video game (think of an idea l and it just snaps into existence somehow) what would it be about and what mechanics would it consist of? What platforms would it be available for? Who's the target demographic? Or anything else you want to ramble about... I like to think of creating my own games sometimes.

haha they dont know i have a joke rpg game i made in a day to test my abilities.

in all seriousness though, i actually did have bigger projects that i never finished... so, just gonna drop that i'm a big fan of RPG maker games, horror ones, PSYCHOLOGICAL horror ones for even better score. and i am kind of a liiiittle experienced with rpg maker.

warning!!

this answer ended up containing a lot of sensitive topics(in my opinion??) and i tried my best to make sure to include them in tags AND before each idea's explanation, please check the tags and not proceed if those topics are sensitive to you personally!!

i had a project that i started making as a vent. that's the closest i had to actually making something. it was called zepphire's lair. zepphire is my sona from 2015 that had very bright neon colours that were probably UNBEARABLE to look at, then i tried redesigning her years later into something pastel. and then, umm... in 2022 i had issues with my style because i used to be VERY caught in 'oh,,,this one line is weird,,,how do people even like my art there's a stray pixel there...god.' and decided to do something about it. this 'something about it' was changing my art style to PURPOSEFULLY unpleasant to look at, messy and annoying. it was bright, i didnt care, and honestly i think it helped with being that critical to myself. anyways. sorry im rambling but it is important

so in 2022, when i had a giant relief of drawing in the most unbearable(and stunning at the same time) art style, i reused zepphire. FUCK PASTEL said me. NEONS ARE GOOD. it was a great decision.

so zepphire's lair was meant to be an rpg game where you play as zepphire. who in her head is still her young self that doesn't have to think about what happened. but in reality, her magical world she was meant to become a god of was destroyed and ruined because she wasn't responsible enough with powers granted to her. she is now the only resident of the Forbidden Location, an alternative world that people could get into by just clipping randomly. like you know when you find a spot in a videogame that doesn't have an invisible wall and you go OH. that. i wasn't sure how to continue working on it because it lacked story to tell as present. it had a past story to unfold, but i had no idea what would happen now. i had a thought of someone getting into FL somehow after long time and zepphire trying to solve this because they're clearly not meant to be there while in her head she's still stuck struggling with herself.

i want to put a little bit of assets i made for zepphire's lair, but since it's all very bright toxic neon i think i'm gonna place them at the veeeery end so you don't have to look at them if you can't stand it.

CW: cartoon blood!! a little bit of it!!

next up is my cool idea of a fangame! so, purrfect apawcalypse is one of my favourite game series. and i've been following it since first one and i have a LARGE fanmade setting set in the same universe! (in fact, two! i also made a reference for kitsune high which is set to be in an agricultural town inhabitated by foxes! it was a cool project)

the game idea was to make an rpg (because, again, that's all i know, lmao) that follows the Chatting club - a school interest club literally dedicated to rumors and just having a good time - as they unveil the secrets their school holds. cats and dogs disappearance cases? rumors of ghost around? who the heck lives in the garden and what're they up to? what is up with the Detective club's president Seraphima? there are many mysteries. it would have an overall vibe of the original novellas' series - a cutesy game about very cute furries and weird magic stuff happening, while also having a little bit...darker tone. like i was actually going to explore a very dark topic with this one but honestly? right now i really don't like the way i wrote it back then. if i were to pick up the idea again i deffo would try to rewrite it and make more sense into it. i like the detective vibe it had going though!

here are some references of the characters that are important to the plot! a lot of twists were planned for this story and i'm not going to tell them all because it's a secret tee-hee.

also as i searched for the refs i found that the working title of the game was 'purrfect meowting'

another concept for a game i had...which is a lot.

CW: contains themes of child neglect, probably abuse, general cat mistreatment, probably a bit of ableism(im unsure about this one) and maybe a bit of weird racism because one of mc's character's parent is weird and very stupid and we are allowed to hate her for that...i hope i mentioned it all.

i have a little ocs setting with three main characters that i refer as 'kitty girls' this story is tragic and is based on idea i had about making a story...about girls...but put them into life situations that would reflect what cats sometimes have to go through bc some humans are trash, but put it through a human lens, although not exactly. it also ended up a story that portrays children who've lost their childhoods for various reasons. idk how to explain.

these are Snowwhite, Rouge and Patches. their names were meant to be reflecting what another one's kitty sona is, but i fucked up, lol.

Showwhite is a picture perfect girl for her parents who's mostly been treated as a prize all her life, making her feel sick of herself. Rouge was neglected by her mom because 'she wasn't born red'(as in orange...like a cat...i used cat allegories every time i explained it but i think the implications are clear enough - her mother wanted her to look different.) and she lived a happy life with her grandparents. and Patches...is a deaf girl whose parents just couldn't take care of her properly so she ended up in an orphanage. she has awful attachment issues.

i won't explain the whole plot but their stories were meant to be kind of a portrayal of how some people treat animals as just objects, things they can just get rid of. a cat of specific breed, bred for specific traits which may be hurtful to it, a cat whose owner just threw it away after it not meeting the expectations, and a general theme of people not wanting to take in cats with injuries that make them 'not pretty' for them. i don't know why im tearing up right now but these make me so upset and i smh wanted to portray these issues though human characters, and while adapting them i realized that those awful stories ended up overlapping with how neglectful parents end up treating their children.

in the end they end up in cat heaven, where they all meet and get to be happy and be themselves. snowwhite learns to love herself for who she is and find out hobbies there, rouge just finally gets friends she lacked. also patches doesn't magically start hearing in cat heaven, she was given an option to but she felt overwhelmed a lot and ended up sticking to being deaf but not treating it as a bad thing, just a different thing.

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BONUS SECTION

i also have this unused character and concept art that i just made bc i finally felt like i could do something back in the day

her working name was 'vogel'

so. returning to zepphire's lair. one thing i forgot to mention earlier is that i also even made OST for it (didn't feel like it would fit the text above). this one is just the theme that plays in the first playable area

main menu theme...is too heavy for tumblr apparently. huh. it's a very simple tune it just goes on for very long (bc there's an easter egg if you listen to it for too long!!!)

next section contains bright images that im gonna put even deeper below!!

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title screen!

intro cutscene! small baby zepphire, and then zepphire acquiring her godmode key, and then ending up becoming a photoshooter!! the camera is important .

here she is!!! the cat herself!!!

a photo that she has in her inventory!! it's mewtona, her sister!

gameplay-wise i was gonna make it so you can collect random photos zepphire made and have to learn the implications of that and what it has to do with 'the photoshooting incident'. it would be somewhat close to omori - part of story is in reality and parts of it in headspace that explains the story.

I THINK that's all. sorry this took so long that was a lot of yapping!!!

[vivid-dreamscapes]

My best bitch ~A Mina x Fem!reader~

Summery; You and your boyfriend are going out to celebrate Midterm finals being over with you best friend Mina. That is, your most recent secret crush Mina. But with some alcohol and a little alone time, you finally lose control…

~~*~~

Well. Midterm tests were finally over. Now everyone could go back to obsessing over upcoming regular tests, and crammming for other quizzes.

But until then, every student in the UA dorms were finding a way to celebrate. Party at their dorm, getting together with friends, making love till the sun rise, whatever.

You on the other hand, we’re heading to a bar with your boyfriend and your best friend Mina. You were actually currently in the dorm room of said best friend, getting ready.

Upbeat music played loudly form her phone, a playlist of songs that sounded like they would be the intro to an old movie as she ruffled through her closet, while you applied makeup.

You sighed, plunging the wand into the lipgloss container, making sure to coat the thing with the light pink gloss Mina and recommended.

You looked in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. You honestly didn’t need it—you were fine looking as is.

As you pulled the wand back out, Mina looked over.

“Whoa there!” She said with a silly grin, walking over. She gently took the tube out of your hands, looking at you. “Don’t drown the thing! Here, pucker up.” She said, tilting your thin up with two fingers as she puckered up as an almost-example.

You paused and looked up at her. Then down at her lips. They looked soft, and plump. Perfectly kissable. And so easy to kiss too. All you had to do was reach forward and…

You sighed and did as she asked, pushing down the urge. No. You had a boyfriend. And she was your best friend.

Mina carefully applied the gloss to your soft lips with a smile, her hand resting on your chin as she applied a bit more before looking at you with a wide smile.

“There!” Mina smiled as you tried to ignore the sudden flutter of excitement in your stomach at the feel of Mina’s skin on yours, the feel of her warm breath on your skin. This was your best friend…. “You look amazing! C’mon, we should get going!”

You sighed and stood up. Right. Your boyfriend was waiting.

You both made it out to the parking and there he stood, leaned against his car, phone in hand.

“Hey Yusuke!” You said with a bright smile adorning your features, waving to him.

He was a tall boy with short, black hair and deep green eyes that lit up one second and glinted dangerously the next. He lifted his head up with a smile as he stood up straight, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“Hey babe.”

He said with a wide smile as Mina looked between you two with a light chuckle as she got into the back seat. He leaned down to kiss your lips softly.

“Mm, hey.” You said with a smile, resting a hand on his chest.

You had been with him for half a year now, and ever since then he’d been giving you…toxic almost manipulative vibes. Maybe that was just because You felt guilty for crushing on Mina though.

“Make sure I don’t drink too much, mkay?” You asked, looking up through your thickly mascara-coated eyelashes.

“Course babe…gotta stay healthy for me~.”

He said with a chuckle, giving your cheek a soft kiss as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders gently to steer you towards the car.

You noticed Mina raise her eyebrow from her spot in the back, as if she was questioning the sudden possessiveness you had never experienced from before.

You got into the passenger seat as Yusuke slipped into the driver’s seat, starting the car and started driving to the club.

~~~*~~~

Once at the club, you all got out of the car and the cool night air hit your skin. You suddenly realized the outfit you wore wasn’t exactly the warmest, but once inside things would heat up no doubt!

The three of you all went inside, the loud music pounding through your heart and ears as you all went to the bar. Yusuke leaned forward on the bartop, waving the bartender over for a drink.

“Three shots of vodka!”

You looked up at him, giving him a nervous smile. “Babe, isn’t that a bit risky?”

“Just some shots, we’ll be fine. Now relax…” He said with a warm smile as you rolled your eyes with a soft groan. He’s not a fan of being told no it seems.

The bartender places you, Mina, and Yusuke’s shots down on the bartop in front of you all.

“Just relax, have fun hon. Alright?” He gave your back a gentle pat.

You sighed and took the shot. Immediately, you had to try not to spit out the alcoholic liquid as the poison-like taste reached your tongue.

You swallowed it down with some force, wiping the corner of your lip. Then, against your better judgment, you looked over at Mina.

God she was so…ugh. All dressed up and in makeup and so fucking…shit. No. You had a boyfriend and he was right there.

You sighed and asked for another shot, downing it to get her off your mind.

Mina did the same, shaking her head at the taste. It was pretty bad, but it was better than her experiences with stronger types.

Yusuke gave another pat on your shoulder, a bit rougher than before as he downed his own shot and signaled the bartender for a beer.

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” He said with a chuckle as you nodded and sat down on a stool with a soft hum. The three of you sat in a quiet silence for a moment.

You sat in between the two as your thoughts ran rampant. The feel of being between the two of them made your heart flutter and skip in your chest. Sitting between your best friend Mina and your boyfriend Yusuke sent an electric feeling up your spine.

You couldn’t tell if your feelings towards Yusuke were even real at this point, the guilt of your love for your best friend weighing heavier on you as the minutes went by.

Your head was pounding. You couldn’t think, wether it was from the loud music, alcohol, or you messy thoughts

You just took a large swig with a sigh.

As you sat between the two and nursed your drink, the more you thought the more the guilt of not being able to be with the person you truly wanted to be with hit like a tsunami.

Mina was sitting so close to you, her arm accidentally touching yours, sending a spark of excitement up your spine. The warmth of her body so close, so close yet so far…

N Which unbeknownst to you, wanted the both of you a dirty look from Yusuke.

You noticed Yusuke’s hand slide down onto your thigh, giving it a sudden squeeze in a way that had the slightest hint of a threatening feeling behind it to it.

“You okay baby?” He asked with a smile, tilting your chin towards his as he leaned down giving your cheek a warm kiss as a spark of guilt, excitement, and happiness went through your body. You could still notice his hand squeezing your thigh with almost a possessive feeling.

“Fine.” You said simply as he shrugged and walked off once he saw a friend.

You and Mina headed over to a calmer room of the club, the lounge. Suede couches and chairs filled the room, different colors with tables.

You and Mina walked in silence before reaching a calmer lounge. Couches of deep jewel tones in the forms of dark greens, and dark purples filled the room.

You and Mina both sat down on one of the couches next to each other, the bright lights and loud music left behind for softer lighting and soothing music.

The two of you sat in a quiet silence for a few moments before Mina spoke.

“You okay? You seem quiet…” Mina asked, resting her head on your shoulder softly.

Her warmth immediately made you relax and feel better as you rested your head on top of hers, the guilt and frustration making your head ache.

“You’ve been weird lately….we’re you worried about midterms?” She asked, her words causing you to sigh gently and shake your head, not exactly how you would explain your feelings.

“Meh.” You said sluggishly, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. Half from drunkenness. Half from a failing attempt at being seductive.

Time seemed to slow as one glance at her lips led to a long stare. You couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away, her soft, pink lips looked perfect, and the light makeup just made it more tempting.

It would be just so easy to lean in, to finally taste her lips. The thought made your heart flutter, even the guilt seeming to fade at the idea.

You started to lean forward, your heart pounding and the guilt faded more with every single inch closer. Her perfume was something you wanted to bury yourself in, her warmth intoxicating.

You were so close, her lips looked so delicious. Your body was on fire with excitement and longing.

“Y/n, are you oka-”

You cut her off as you suddenly leaned in, your hand reaching up to her face as you closed your eyes, tilting your head, and kissed her.

Her eyes went wide and you pulled away, leaning against her chest.

“Your so…pretty…” You mumbled, the alcohol finally causing me to drift off to sleep.

Mina’s face was bright red as her brain processed what just happened. You just kissed her…well more like passed out after kissing her. She gently rested her hand on your cheek, feeling your cheek heat from the alcohol and excitement.

As she stared down at you with shocked golden eyes, Yusuke walked in, a bright smile. He clearly hadn’t seen anything happen.

“There you two are!”

Mina looked up as Yusuke walked over, giving him a smile even if her mind was still racing. She was clearly trying to calm herself, her face flushing a deep red as she tried to hide it from Yusuke.

“Yusuke!!! Hey!”

“You both doing okay?” He asked with a smile, resting a hand on the couch behind you both to lean down and look at you both.

Yusuke looked down at your sleeping self, giving a warm smile to you before looking up at Mina. “Passed out, huh?” He said with a light tone, giving a soft chuckle as Mina laughed softly, nodding her head.

“She drank a decent amount, she’ll be fine in the morning!” Mina said with a warm grin, looking down at your sleeping form.

Your boyfriend chuckled as he gave her a look, a flash of possession glinting across his deep green eyes.

“Better take the dumbass home then.”

He said, picking you up bridal style with a fake smile plastered on his face. Mina nodded and waved as he took you out of the lounge, before spacing out and gently brushing the tips of her fingers against her lips.

Why would Y/n do that? She thought before pausing. …and why did I like it?

[shoutabe]

hi, everyone! i hope you're having a wonderful weekend so far! 🥰 it's just me, ryan, here with another attempt at a fourth muse. i introduced boyoung not long ago, then dropped him, only to replace him with a muse that i had a clearer vision for, and with that said, i'd love for you to meet hinata shouta (b. 2005, he/him)! he hails from tokyo, but has resided in south korea since he was in middle school, so there's lots of room for all types of plots. discover more about him below, and if you're interested in plotting, leave a like and i'll reach out as soon as possible! 🐰

HISTORY.

born in tokyo to a homemaker/baker and an IT director, he lived a rather simple and sweet childhood. he has older siblings that are basically all athletic, and as the youngest, he followed in their footsteps; wanting to get involved in sports himself even if he wasn't especially good at them to start with.

upon entry to middle school, his father received an offer at an IT company based in seoul that he simply couldn't refuse, and though it was a massive transition for the family, they uprooted their lives and moved to south korea. mom opened up a small bakery, the kids joined new schools and learned a new language. all that.

shouta's feelings about this were not extremely positive. he had a hard time making the change. that, and he was bullied way more in seoul than he ever was in japan, which really affected his confidence. he's short, (adorably) bucktoothed, and his feelings get hurt waaaay too easily. it was easy for stronger kids to put a target on his back.

in time, he found community after joining the football club, especially because he kept the peace with everyone by bringing baked goods for them to enjoy after practices and games. they affectionately called him the team's "grandma" and he opened up to them more.

having worked hard to keep his grades up on-top of sports, upon graduation, shouta's college entrance exams were good enough to get him accepted into korea university's department of education. his first semester started in february 2024, and you guessed it, he's involved in the school's soccer club—go tigers! 🐯

DISPOSITION.

as i often enjoy to use astrology in constructing my muse's personality to some degree, i'd like to share that some of his placements are as follows: sun in cancer, moon in cancer, scorpio rising, venus in leo, and mars in aries. ✨ now, onto a (hopefully) brief deep-dive!

hinata shouta's a naturally rather shy person, one who possesses a delicate personality. however, despite being slow to open up, and possibly a bit intimidated by the idea of making new friends, there's a warmth about him that's hard to suppress. whether he likes it or not, he draws people closer to him with his sweetness and nurturing ways. being his friend is like a cozy warm hug, but he doesn't give his trust so freely. terrified of being hurt, he remains close only to a selective few.

that said, whenever he does latch himself onto you, he will never want to let go. is this a toxic trait? i don't know yet, but that's only because i'd have to see how plotting goes. my hunch is that it very well could be. he's a clingy person, he's often possessive of friends. his brothers and sisters all baby him, and he eats all of their coddling up like spoonfuls of sugar. he wants to be babied, and he's almost pathetic about it, but only to those who he considers friends; only when he feels safe.

that's honestly what he's all about. safety. security. he hides in his shell, puts up some type of armor, but beneath the shell is nothing but softness. he protects his own very fragile feelings. he's emotional.

it is impossible for him to hide his emotions. shouta is not a master of faking a smile. you will know how he feels about something by looking at his face. that, and his entire energy and vibe turns darker. in moments of agitation or stress, he can become a bit snarky, whiney, needy, and defensive. these feelings are only amplified when he's hungry. he genuinely loves to eat!

speaking of which, he also loves to share meals with others. his mom's taught him all she knows about baking, and he also spent a lot of time with her in the kitchen as a kid. over time, he's gotten really good at it, and he adores trying new recipes. he's not a professional, but it helps him calm down; reminds him of simpler times.

whenever he's not studying or practicing, he's almost definitely buried under piles of blankets in his dorm catching up on web-comics, which are his current obsession. he often latches onto things and learns everything there is to know about them, then exchanges said topic for a new one. he uses this knowledge to his advantage, even if most of the things he's gotten into are rather niche.

one of the reasons he loves web-comics so much is because of the romance. he loooooooves romance. he watches romance dramas, anime, films, etc. all of the time, and he especially loves the sadder ones. he finds an odd comfort in "the blues", loves content that assists in having a good cry.

in soccer, he's a winger and is known for his speed, flexibility, and agility. despite being somewhat lazy while he's at home, he does take care of his body and ensures that it's up to par for athletics. he eats well, too, even if he can sometimes be indulgent.

there is a light competitiveness to him. scorpio and aries add some edge here, and make him a fighter on the field. it's selective though. these mars influences are channelled only when necessary. he doesn't want to be seen as overly strong, as he loves being babied.

PLOTS.

i honestly prefer to brainstorm plots instead of list options for consideration! if you're interested, let me know and i'll do my best to assist in coming up with something incredible between shouta, and your muse(s)! 🥰

[just-some-guy-joust]

Tell us about Eden *holds up microphone to you*

Thank you all for indulging me I am going to yell about her so fucking hard <3 Same as my Amedeo rant, this one's LONG babey YIPPEE! This ended up being 34 fucking paragraphs!!!!

All art is by me, all links on character names lead to their toyhouse profiles

Content warnings: Unreality, toxic relationships, bad mental health

This is Eden! She/her, 20-22 years old (22 at time of Doomed By The Narrative), 5'1, a college student who's also in the college's gaming club! She's the best friend/sister of Aiden, another member of the club who's like super rich and inherited a fuckoff big manor from their parents (which I am mentioning exclusively for the context to explain the fact that the story is called In A Manor Of Speaking)

Eden is very very sweet and kind and energetic and fun. She's good vibes all around and she's friends with Everyone so hard. If you're familiar with my other OC I've shoved into one of my tournaments though, Amedeo, you... might know where this is going a little bit.

For a basic plot summary up until Eden has anything to do with anything, Aiden comes home one day with a demon, Viorel, who is VERY lost and confused and has no memory of how he got to the human world. They all pretty quickly discover Viorel is not the only demon coming through to the human world though. Vivian and Engel are hunting him down and don't believe him when he says he has no clue who they are. They send another demon after him to kill him, though it doesn't work well since he just befriends it and now it is also living in the manor having a good time. Afterwards, Amedeo, a member of the gamer club, starts acting... odd. He invites Aiden to hang out, and then they get kidnapped, Viorel having to go save them. It was only the first incident of many with Amedeo, and he slowly got worse, making everyone really uncomfortable and staying away from him.

Eden didn't want to sit by and watch this happen to her friend, so she tried asking it what was going on. It responded by attacking her, sending her on a trip to the hospital.

It was fine. It was ok. That was her fault, really. She should've known.

Amedeo was kicked out of the gamer club (she hadn't wanted that but she wasn't there to vote on it). Apparently he never went back to his apartment. Some time after his disappearance, Aiden died. She wasn't there when it happened. Viorel said it was Amedeo.

It was... it was fine. It was ok. It was awful. It hurt so much. Awful things kept happening to the people around her and she couldn't do anything about it. Her sibling was dead, it was getting so hard to breathe anymore.

It was fine. It was ok. Aiden... "survived" in a way. They came back as a ghost days later. Stuck in a computer, yeah, but they could still talk. They were still here. It wasn't fair of Eden to stay upset for long, not when Aiden was having the WORST time coping with their new form. So she puts on a smile and acts just like she did before. Everything's going to be alright. Even if she has to be the only one acting like it is.

More time passes. One day, she stares at the back window and finds... Amedeo. He's a mess. He looks like he's been hit with a truck, or like he's been sleeping under a bush the last several days. Frantically, Eden runs outside, chasing him down when he tries to run from her, and pulling him in for a hug. It was alright. It was going to be ok, she promised. How long has it been since you've eaten, do you need water, you can take a nap in one of the fancy beds, I promise I won't let Viorel hurt you I know you're worried, I missed you, I was worried about you, please come inside.

As time passed, things became comfortable again. Amedeo had really changed for the better and was trying so hard to make things right. Viorel built Aiden a new robotic body for them to haunt, and they were getting used to it well. The gamer club was getting back together. Eden, Viorel, and Aiden took a trip to the monster realm to learn more about Viorel's past after his sister showed up looking for him. Eden didn't... really understand what happened. Viorel was pretty upset, but she didn't know why. Just as always, she felt like she was missing something everyone else understood. This wasn't her story, after all. She was just there to smile and remind everyone it was going to be ok. She was a bright spot for them. She knew that. They returned to the human world, some new friends in tow, and things were back on track for a while.

It was fine. It was ok.

In the almost 2 years since all of this began, Reverie was the first person to ever ask her that.

Eden and Reverie begin hanging out a lot after that. Not just for the shoulder to cry on, they really do enjoy each others company. They got close, closer than Eden had ever felt with anyone. It felt... odd. She was having a really hard time naming her feelings for them. She cared about them but something was off. It was really hard to know what was nagging the back of her head. They kept bringing up weird existential ideas, never enough for a full conversation, but they really did have strange ideas about how the world functioned. She kind of liked it though. It was fun to consider the possibility. That maybe none of it was real. What a relief that could be...

"Hey. I want to show you something" Reverie told her one day. They guided her to a private room, making doubly sure no one was around. Confidently, they held out their hand. Above it, floating and glowing softly, was... a menu.

Save, load, quit, settings. A video game menu. Above their head, "player 2".

None of it was real.

Reverie is player 2 of the video game known as "In A Manor Of Speaking". They've played this game hundreds of times. Player 1... Viorel, had left them a long time ago, and has no memory of the nature of the world. So Reverie alone had been restarting the game over and over, trying to find a path that would let them finally beat the final boss and escape the game. If they could just win, they'd finally be able to leave and reenter the real world. 100% maxing out Eden's friendship level was one thing they still hadn't done, until now. They had a good feeling about this one. They were sure of it.

An NPC. That's all she was.

It made sense. She'd always felt that way. She wasn't even important to the plot. She knew it. Of course it'd take them this long to try maxing out her friendship, she was always just a background character. None of it was real. None of it mattered. She was doing such a good job of playing her role, wasn't she? A perfect side piece in a story that isn't hers.

She went along with it. Her odd feelings about Reverie made sense now, that wasn't fully her... she was programmed to feel that way. But she still cared about them. She still wanted to help. Shoving down all the thoughts, it felt so. Easy. To dedicate herself to their goal. She loved them, she cared about them, she hated them, she looked up to them. Something about them was magnetizing and she didn't want to leave. Of course. Of course she'd help. She knew now, that's what she was supposed to do. What a relief. None of it had ever mattered. It was a kind thought to her.

Now she was able to see the save points, the HP bars above peoples heads, sometimes she caught glimpses of dialogue boxes as Reverie spoke to people. They introduced her to someone very special that only the two of them could seem to see. Elysium. She was an AI made for the game to keep it running properly, and to rewrite bits of code, to expand the world they lived in. The game was always evolving because of her. Elysium acted rather cold and grumpy a lot of the time, but there was an undeniable warmth to her that Eden admired.

Knowing about the game was terrifying, but the time she spent with Elysium and Reverie... It was wonderful. She finally felt like she was somewhere she belonged. She never felt so special than when she was with them. It was fun, to be part of the game. It was the happiest she felt in a long time.

...Right?

She still didn't smile much anymore. Reverie dismissed her various concerns often, saying it was fine, she was an NPC, she wouldn't get it. There was always this look in their eye that gave her chills. Reverie would tell her to fight that monster, it's for the EXP. When she protested, they'd tell her, what's the problem? None of this is real. I'll probably have to reload anyways, so none of this will matter in the end. Reverie would get themself in dangerous situations over and over. When Eden was worried about them, Reverie never understood. If they died, they just come back, it wasn't a big deal.

They never really did look at her, or Elysium. Every movement they made felt scripted. Every word, carefully planned. None of it mattered, to them. If Eden was uncomfortable, what did it matter? She wasn't real. She wasn't real. She knew she wasn't real.

But it was fine. It was ok.

Months passed in a blur. Eden hadn't spent much time with her other friends the entire time. She wasn't even sure what they were up to. It didn't matter. They wouldn't have changed their actions if she tried. That was never her choice. But it didn't matter. It was time. Just her and Reverie, and the final boss.

As Reverie rambled about the plan, Eden silently stared down at her palms, as always. She was so... afraid. Worried. She wished she could just give herself some reassurance. ...And the game's menu silently popped up in her hands. It held Reverie's save. ...It wouldn't hurt, she thought. She pressed the save button. It gave her a little comfort.

It was so hard to focus she hardly noticed they were in the battle with Engel now. When had they...? It didn't matter. Reverie was shouting at her, and she snapped back into reality and joined the battle, sword in hand. Engel's blank eyes stared right past her, entirely focused on Reverie. Eden, took a step, and found herself behind them. Time seemed to slow. She didn't remember getting this close to them so quickly. But it was her chance. It was her time. She raised the sword, and brought it down.

Engel's head rolled to the floor, their body collapsing next to it. Reverie and Eden froze. Neither of them dared to breathe. Eden couldn't see anything but the blood on her sword. She nearly dropped it with how heavy it suddenly felt. But quickly Reverie's arms were around her. They picked her up, yelling in excitement, looking more happy than she had ever seen them. They smiled at her so genuinely, and everything melted away. That was all she wanted. She laughed too, the image of Engel's headless corpse disappearing from her mind, losing herself in the relief. It was all over.

The area around them faded to black and white, "THE END" appearing a few feet in front of Reverie. They dropped Eden, and ran towards it, reaching for the "quit" button. And then it was gone. The quit button disappeared right before they could hit it. Leaving only "Restart" and "Reload" beside where it had been.

Eden couldn't see Reverie's face from where she was, but she could feel the chill radiating from them. They were frozen place, the room silent. Then they laughed, something hollow and empty. Then louder, crazed and desperate. They collapsed to the floor, their laughs and sobs intermingling so well Eden couldn't tell the difference between them. She tried to reach out to them, but before she could reach them, she heard them speak.

"If I can't leave, then this world might as well rot."

A folder icon flashed above their now outstretched palm and they reached into it, crushing the code within. Eden immediately felt dizzy. The world began to crumble around them, glitching out in bright colors, awful noises emanating from the edges where nothing but void lay beyond. Eden could see flashes of other places, other people. The world was collapsing in on itself as Reverie laughed. It was so hard to think. It was so hard to be. Eden reached for her sword. It didn't want to stay in her grasp, but her resolve solidifying, she forced it in her hand.

Reverie turned toward her just in time for the blade to pierce their chest. They stopped, in shock, for a struggling heartbeat.

They laughed. They grabbed Eden's hands and pulled, plunging the sword farther through their back, and putting Eden's face closer to theirs. "Do you think this matters?" they taunted through wheezing breaths. "I'll just come back! I always have. I always will! This means NOTHING Eden!"

They stood there for what felt like eternity. Eden didn't know what to say and could barely even see them through the tears in her eyes. But slowly, slowly, Reverie's laugh trailed off. And their face betrayed a sudden hint of fear.

Nothing happened.

Nothing happened as their breath hitched again and their legs gave out, dropping them to the floor. Nothing happened as they coughed up blood weakly. Nothing happened. Their HP had already dropped to 0. It never took this long. Nothing happened. Frantically they opened the menu.

It was Eden's save. No, it was Reverie's. No... the names switched back and forth, never settling in place for long. "WHat did yoU DO?" they tried their best to shift their position despite the unbearable pain, looking for Eden. They spotted her in front of the "THE END" screen, processing what she was doing moments too late. She reloaded, and everything went black.

Through a painful haze of noise and color, Eden could hear Elysium's voice. "Do you see what you've done, Reverie?" "pl...ease..." "How the hell am I supposed to fix this?! Look around you Reverie! Look what you've DONE!" "ple.....please...pl... please" "I can only think of one way to fix this. I'm going to delete you. I hope you had fun in the time you were here."

"NO!" Eden screamed out. She didn't want this. But it was all she could do as she finally slipped into what could only be compared to unconsciousness.

She awoke who knows when on a couch in Elysium's room. After making sure she was ok, Elysium explained. She explained everything. Eden trying to reload a save she made when she wasn't even a player freaked out the game so bad, on top of the code Reverie had destroyed... it was a mess. Elysium had stabilized it. Reverie was... well, not really alive, but not really dead either. They were stuck somewhere in between, in the moment they would have died if they hadn't been a player who's supposed to reload if their save wasn't corrupted. But Elysium could fix it, she was sure she could.

Eden asked if this was how this was supposed to go. Elysium sighed, and said yes.

Eden's route in the game wasn't always like this. But Reverie had become so fixated on finding their exit and treating the world around them like nothing but a toy. Elysium hadn't known what else to do. So she rewrote the code, the story, she rearranged the narrative, so Eden would be learn about the game. So she would start to glitch out the system. So she could be invisible to Engel's eyes because she was glitching out so badly, so she could finally be the one to end the game. So Reverie would finally see there was nothing else. This world was all their was.

It was never about Eden.

None of it had ever had anything to do with her.

The narrative had been rewritten just for her. The months of pain. The horrible state Eden had found herself in, agreeing to Reverie's views of the world. That she was worthless. That she was nothing. That this world was a prison. All the sweet moments, all the comfort Eden had felt in those fleeting scenes. It was all for her. None of it was for her. It was always about Reverie. She was one more piece in this awful play.

Eden bid Elysium farewell, and went home.