#(STILL HAVEN'T FIXED THE TAGS BUT I'M ON IT!)

[d3wdropz]

Gojo Annoying Megumi and his S/O

Imagine being Megumi's partner- it's sweet and he's a gentle boyfriend. He's quiet and isn't the best at expressing his feelings so small gestures and quality time are his main forms of love language

You spend a lot of time in his dorm or yours usually his cause yours is messy. It's such a relaxing time, getting the chance to just chill and bond together. You read books, play board games, nap, anything really- everything becomes fun when you both do it together. This is especially true for Megumi who gets to indulge his inner child

Since Megumi didn't really get a childhood you both like to do activities that gives him the chance to catch up on some of the things he missed out on

His favorite thing to do in that regard is building legos- yes he's made you a bouquet for Valentine's Day

So on a random Sunday morning, you're both in your usual spot: Megumi's room. Specifically, on his floor as you paint his nails black. It's something you've both been meaning to try and today seemed like the perfect chance

Everything is nice and calm- you're focused on finishing his left hand and he's admiring how hard you're concentrating. It's quiet, perfect even

Until someone slams the door open

"Megumiiiiiiiiii- I got you souvenirs from London!" Unsurprisingly, it's Gojo standing in the doorway

You're left shocked, still holding Megumi's hand gently and taking a glance at the now ruined nail job

Megumi, on the other hand, is silently fuming at the sorcerer who just barged into his special time

Gojo's just as shocked as you, having heard nothing about Megumi being in a relationship. If it wasn't for the sudden discovery, he'd have the time to be bummed that his little 'Gumi didn't tell him anything- but at that moment he was just absorbing it in

You're all kind of stuck for a moment until Megumi sighs and speaks up "Gojo-sensei, can you leave?"

This, sadly, breaks Gojo from his thoughts and has him gushing over the two of you

"Oh my little Megumi is all grown up! When were you gonna tell me that you've got an s/o? You've been staying PG-13, right?"

It's so much at once that you don't even have the time to think about an answer before Megumi is slamming his door shut in Gojo's face. By the look on his face, he'd prefer you pretend that nothing happened

He'll have to deal with Gojo later and that's already a lot to handle, so you go back to fixing up his nails

After that first incident with Gojo, you and Megumi rarely have a moment of peace

You're eating out somewhere -guess who's tagging along and taking up the seat next to Megumi?

You're both training- Gojo takes time out his very busy schedule to yap about how annoying the higher ups are

The relationship you had with Megumi is no longer a private matter, Gojo's constantly hanging around and inviting himself to your outings

Things only ease up when Megumi reaches a breaking point and goes off on his annoying guardian well in his own megumi way

"This is the reason I didn't tell you about us- since you found out we haven't had even a minute alone. We're not immature or reckless, so if that's what you're worried about you can drop it"

You're standing there, sweating bullets and caught in between their weird father-son/brother-brother/uncle-nephew(?) bond. In your eyes, it's a stand-off for the ages, a teen wanting freedom and their guardian that still wants to baby them

To your surprise, Gojo starts sniffling before he cries out Megumi's name and jumps him. He's squeezing Megumi to his chest and nuzzling his hair, crying dramatically

"Ooooooh! My little 'Gumi's all grown up!" He lets out a loud whine and continues to sob, "It felt like just yesterday you were my little baby!"

When Megumi finally breaks away from Gojo, he's huffing and glaring- but the strongest sorcerer is still rambling "I'm sorry that I made you feel like a baby- you're a grown man now" he sighs dramatically "I'll start treating you like one"

Before Megumi could throw insults at him, Gojo's phone pings and he's gone in an instant, a faint "Great talk- gotta go!" is all that's left

The both of you are now left in silence, just as confused and alarmed as when Gojo first found out about you two

Only difference is the lack of his constant presence looming over your heads now

a/n so hi

I know i've been gone for like ever, but the fanfic writer's curse is real and its found me- i ended up getting diagnosed with bipolar disorder, i got accepted into the biggest university of my state, and i'm moving out at the end of the summer

life's been pummeling me but i'm trying to get back on track with my writing- thank you to everyone who've been patient with me!

[runningincircl3s]

Sinematic

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 12

chapter warnings: smut again i just can't help myself lmao (and this is kind of a filler chapter haha, and i wrote it before i changed the plot so sorry if it feels kinda out of place!)

a vinny drum stream would fix me rn i've had a week from hell, and i haven't even had the time to write which always makes me feel better :( anyways i kinda love this chapter it's pretty chaotic, editing it felt like a fever dream lmao

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Neither of you talked about what happened after that night. You pretended it never even happened, not to each other, but it always played on both your minds. Neither of you wanted to talk about it out of fear. You knew it shouldn’t have happened, but you both enjoyed it, so why was it such a problem?

You could hear Vin watching something on his phone, assuming he must be sat on the couch, as you walked down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Vin asked, stopping you in your tracks as you reached for your keys.

You glanced up to see him sprawled out on the couch- in the very spot it happened- one arm behind his head, the other holding his phone. His eyes were still glued to the screen, like he was only half-invested in the conversation, but you knew better.

“Grocery store.” That got his attention. His head snapped up, a smirk on his lips. 

“Finally.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, your eyes narrowing. 

“Nothing… Just that you’ve been living off my food for days now.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your keys. 

“Whatever, asshole. I'll text you when I'm on my way back.” You laughed, turning to the door. 

“Can I come?” Vin asked, sitting up. 

That made you pause. 

“To the grocery store?”

“Yeah.” He stood, stretching his arms over his head, his shirt riding up just slightly to expose a sliver of skin. “I’ve got nothing better to do.”

You hesitated, knowing full well that letting him tag along would mean constant distractions and a cart full of junk food, but the way he was already grabbing his shoes like it was a done deal made it clear you didn’t have much of a choice.

“Fine.” You sighed, though a part of you was happy to have him join you. "But we can't be too long, I've got plans tonight."

Vinny grinned, pulling his hoodie over his head and slipping his shoes on.

…

You regretted it immediately.

The moment you stepped into the store, Vinny was like a kid let loose in a candy shop.

“Do we need these? I think we've run out of this flavour.” He held up a pack of pop tarts. 

“No, put it back.”

He dropped it into the cart anyway.

“Vinny!”

“What?” He grinned. “You’ll eat them too.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, pushing the cart forward as he trailed beside you, tossing in things you definitely didn’t need. Chips, cookies, some different flavoured energy drinks. Every time you tried to put something back, he’d snatch it away from you and toss it back in with a look of pure defiance.

“You realise all this stuff is bad for you, right?”

“Yeah, and?” He shrugged, popping open a bag of gummy bears and throwing one into his mouth before you could stop him.

“Vin! You can’t eat that before paying for it!”

He only smirked. 

“What you gonna do about it?”

“I should’ve left you at home.” You groaned. 

As you made your way through the store, Vinny found ways to make it as annoying as possible- suddenly stepping in front of the cart so you had to stop, grabbing random items and insisting you needed them, playing obnoxious tiktok audios on his phone way too loudly.

It was like going shopping with a child. 

It was worse than going shopping with a child.

You turned the corner and immediately slowed your pace, recognising the aisle.

Vinny followed behind, but stopped when he saw where you were headed.

“Wait. Is this…?”

“Yes,” you sighed. “The period aisle.”

He blinked at the endless wall of pastel packaging like it was an alien language.

“Christ. Don't they all do the same thing? Why are there so many options?”

You scanned the shelves, before muttering,

“Shit- I forgot painkillers. Can you grab me the night time pads? It should be a purple pack, and make sure it's the one with wings.”

“Purple pack. Wings. Got it.” He nodded like he’d just been given a military mission.

You took off toward the pharmacy section while he turned back to the shelf, immediately overwhelmed.

Ten seconds later, your phone buzzed.

Vinny: I’m sorry but this is possibly the only time I'm going to get the opportunity to actually say this

Vinny: Babe I'm in the pad aisle what size pussy you wear

You stared at your screen, horrified and laughing all at once.

You found the painkillers you needed, then returned to the aisle to find him standing there with five different packs in hand, looking like a lost child.

“Vin...”

“I panicked.”

You took the right one from him and dumped the rest back on the shelf.

“You had one job.”

“I tried! But they all had different numbers and I had too google what it meant, then suddenly I was knee-deep in absorbency levels and wondering if I needed a menstrual engineering degree.”

You shook your head, biting back a grin.

“You’re the worst.”

“I’m the best,” he corrected. “Also, wings? Fancy. Your vagina deserves air travel.”

“Vinny.”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing the cart again.

“Come on. And don’t say ‘vagina’ in public again. Or anywhere-”

“VAG-”

You smacked a hand over his mouth before he could finish, laughing anyway.

You tried to avoid the seasonal aisle after spotting a giant teddy bear. You hoped Vin didn't see it, but when you heard his gasp and saw him point at something, you knew what it was going to be.

“I’m getting this.” He picked it up, it was almost as big as him.

You stared at him, deadpan. 

“Vin. You’re a grown man.”

“And? You still sleep with stuffed animals.”

You sighed- he had a point. And you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t cute.

“Fine. Put it in the cart. But that's it.”

Vinny grinned victoriously, tossing it in like he’d just won a battle.

By the time you made it to checkout, the cart was a disaster. Half your items you actually needed for the week were buried under bags of chips, candy, and now the giant teddy. 

“You’re paying for all your shit.” You informed him as you started packing it away into bags.

Vinny raised an eyebrow. 

“But you invited me.”

“I did not. You invited yourself.”

“You let me come. Same thing.”

You groaned, shoving the bag of open gummy bears at him. 

“Then at least hold your own junk.”

Vinny only laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulders as he grabbed the bag. 

“You love me.”

“I tolerate you.” You smirked, but didn’t push him away. 

As you loaded everything into the car, an idea crossed your mind.

You weren’t done shopping just yet. 

“I’m not ready to go home yet.”

Vinny leaned against the car. 

“So where to next?”

You thought for a moment, then grinned. 

“Wanna go to the mall?”

“Are you buying me something?”

“No.” You snorted. 

Vin sighed dramatically, but still opened the car door and got in. 

…

The mall was packed, full of couples, groups of teenagers, and parents wrangling their kids from store to store. You weaved through the crowd, Vinny trailing behind you, holding your bags for you after you bought something.

“Look at you, being a gentleman.” You teased.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Just don’t make me hold anything embarrassing.”

You smirked. 

“Define embarrassing.”

Vinny gave you a wary look, and you decided now was the perfect time to take things up a notch.

The moment you passed a lingerie store, you stopped.

Vinny, who had been focused on his phone, didn’t realise where you were leading him at first. But when he noticed you weren’t walking anymore, he turned, following your gaze to the store.

“Oh, no. No way.”

You glanced at him, feigning innocence. 

“What?”

He gestured vaguely to the store, looking mildly horrified. 

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” he said, already taking a step back, “I should not be in there with you.”

You tilted your head. 

“Why? Friends can shop for lingerie together, right? Me and Ang do it all the time!”

Vinny squinted. 

“You are evil.”

You didn’t wait for him to come up with another excuse. You just grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside.

As you walked in, you were met with displays of lace and silk. Vinny stiffened beside you, eyes darting everywhere except at what was hanging on the racks.

“You can wait outside if you want.” You offered, knowing full well he wouldn’t.

He scoffed, still continuing to follow on behind you.

“Okay. Suit yourself.” You smirked.

You took your time browsing, running your fingers over delicate fabrics, considering different sets. Every so often, you glanced at Vinny, who was clearly uncomfortable and a little flustered but trying to act like he wasn’t.

At one point, you held up a black lace set. 

“What do you think?”

His jaw tightened. 

“I think I’m in hell.”

You laughed, setting it back down, before grabbing a dark red set (his favourite colour, if you remember correctly) and holding it against your body, tilting your head as you inspected yourself in the mirror.

You pretended not to notice how Vin bit down on his lip as he watched you in the mirror.

“That one’s pretty.” You heard him say, and you pretended like you couldn’t feel your cheeks heating up. 

“You think I should get it?”

“And who would you be wearing it for?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For me,” you scoffed. “Can’t a girl want to look hot for herself?”

You meet his gaze in the mirror, and something in his eyes made butterflies flutter in your stomach. 

It lasts for only a second before Vinny clears his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Are you done torturing me yet?”

You bite back a grin. 

“Yeah, I think so. I’m buying this one.”

As you make your way to the checkout, Vinny follows close behind, and as you are about to take out your card to pay, he stops you, handing you his own. 

You feel your heart skip a beat as he pays for it, pretending you don’t notice the way his gaze lingers on the bag as you take it.

…

“The guys are coming over for dinner, right?” You asked Vin as he walked into the kitchen, filling his glass up with water.

“Yeah, we could order takeout though if there isn’t enough-”

“No! I’ve made plenty for everyone.” You laughed, stirring the pan of pasta. 

“D’ya need any help?” Vin asked after a pause. 

“No, it’s fine. You’re streaming anyway, I don’t want to steal you away from the fans.”

“I just ended it actually,” he said, leaning against the counter as he took a sip from his glass, “They’ll be here soon so I thought I’d get off early.”

“Well if that’s the case, I could do with some help…”

By the time dinner was done, the kitchen smelled incredible. You were just plating up when the door knocked. Vinny shot you a glance as he wiped his hands on a dish towel.

“That’ll be the guys.” He said, walking to the door in no rush.

He opened it, letting his friends in as he greeted them.

“Hey, chef!” AJ greeted, as he passed the kitchen. 

You waved at him, but then you suddenly spotted the pink bag in the hallway that you had forgotten to put away. You had been too caught up in cooking to even take it up to your room after coming home… and AJ noticed, and followed your gaze. 

His smirk was instant.

“Ooooh, what do we have here?”

Your stomach dropped.

Before you could move, he grabbed it, holding it up with an exaggerated wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Someone went lingerie shopping.”

Vinny, who had just reached into the fridge, froze. His eyes darted to you, then to the bag, then back to you. You could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“AJ. Put that down!” You warned.

AJ, of course, did not put it down. Instead, he turned to Vinny, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“So? Is this for you, or should we be concerned about some new mystery man in our life?”

“Oh, she’s got one,” Emil piped up, grinning. “Ciaran.”

Vinny scoffed, finally moving again as he grabbed a few beers from the fridge, and handed them out.

“Please. He’s a fucking joke.”

AJ’s eyes gleamed with mischief. 

“You sound pretty confident about that.”

Vinny cracked open his beer, shooting you a look. 

“Tell them. Tell them how fucking boring he is.”

You frowned, taking the bag from AJ and shoving it aside. 

“No! He’s nice.”

Emil leaned forward. 

“So when are you next seeing him?”

“Tonight actually." You admitted, grabbing your own drink, and ignoring how Vin almost choked on his beer. 

“Since when?” Vin’s eyebrows furrowed, but AJ butted in before you could say anything.

“Perfect. We’re coming too!” He grinned. 

You blinked. 

“Excuse me?”

“Oh yeah,” Emil nodded. “We’re gonna check this guy out, make sure he’s good enough for you!”

Vinny’s expression changed, and now his smirk was downright evil. 

“Oh, we should absolutely do that.”

You glared at all of them. 

“You guys are the worst.”

“It’s called caring.” AJ smiled innocently. 

As dinner went on, the teasing didn’t stop. Every time you thought they’d moved on, someone would drop another sly comment, and Vinny, the little shit, just kept adding fuel to the fire.

And then by the time dinner was finally over, you were seriously reconsidering your life choices.

Vinny leaned back in his chair, beer in hand, and smirked at you. 

“So, what time are you meeting him?”

“In about an hour.” You said, checking the time. 

AJ wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Plenty of time for us to get ready and tag along. Are you dressing up? Should we dress up?”

You groaned. 

“You guys are not coming.”

“Too late,” Emil grinned, stretching his arms behind his head. “We’ve already decided.”

Vinny chuckled, clearly loving the chaos.

“Come on, y/n. It’ll be fun.”

“For who?!” You shot him a glare.

“...For us.” He said simply, taking a sip of his beer.

You huffed, standing up to take your plate to the sink. 

“You guys are the worst, y'know that?”

“And yet, you still love us,” AJ teased, nudging Vinny after you had disappeared. “So, what do you think? We show up, sit at the bar, and keep an eye on things?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Vinny nodded, feigning seriousness. 

…

You sat opposite Ciaran at a small table in the corner of the bar, hoping that the guys wouldn’t spot you when they inevitably turned up. 

The night was going by very well so far, you were getting to know Ciaran better, and he was nothing like what Vin painted him out to be. He was fun, he was kind, he was attractive. 

But then again, he wasn’t Vinny. 

“...So that’s when I said nah I can’t do this anymore and I had to leave.” 

“And then did the band break up because of that?”

“No,” Ciaran sighed, sitting back in his chair, beer in his hand, “I think everyone was just ready to move on, do their own thing.” 

That was when you spotted them. 

Vinny, AJ, and Emil strolled into the bar like they owned the place, they already had a few drinks back at home so they were louder than usual, laughing and nudging each other as they scanned the room. You froze, trying to sink into your seat before they could spot you, but it was no use. AJ’s eyes landed on you first, and his grin was instant.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” You muttered under your breath.

“What?” Ciaran asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“I apologise for anything they say or what they do, they have good intentions I swear.” 

“Who?” He laughs. 

Before you could answer, Emil was already waving, and AJ, because he was the absolute worst, gave an exaggerated gasp and pointed at you like he’d just uncovered some grand conspiracy.

Vinny, of course, was the last to look. When he did, his smirk was lazy, teasing, like he’d been expecting this exact moment. 

Ciaran turned back to you, brows raised. 

“Are they friends of yours?”

“Unfortunately,” you sighed. “Just… Please ignore them.”

Like he could possibly ignore them.

Vinny led the charge, striding over, AJ and Emil right behind him.

“Y/n!” He grinned,  pulling out the empty chair next to you and sat down without asking, draping an arm over the back of it like he belonged there.

“Vin, you’re drunk, go home.” You muttered under your breath, but he didn’t listen.

“Well, well, well,” AJ mused, giving Ciaran a once-over. “Look at this.”

Ciaran blinked, clearly thrown off by the sudden intrusion. 

“Uh, hey?”

AJ and Emil pulled up chairs and joined the three of you. 

“So you’re Ciaran.” Emil nodded slowly. 

Ciaran shot you a questioning look, and you groaned. 

“Ignore them,” you repeated, shooting Vinny a glare, “They’re idiots. And they’re drunk! And I told them to stay at home!”

“Nah, we’re just looking out for our girl. Making sure you’re, you know… up to standard.” Vinny just smirked, picking up the cocktail menu and flipping through it like he had all the time in the world. 

Ciaran let out a small chuckle, clearly trying to keep things light. 

“Well, that’s sweet, I guess.”

“Isn’t it?” Emil grinned.

AJ turned to you. 

“So, what do we think? Any red flags yet?”

“No! You’re my red flag.” You shot back, earning a laugh from Vinny.

Ciaran, to his credit, handled it well. 

“I promise I have good intentions, I like y/n a lot and I promise I’m nothing but kind and respectful,” he said, looking at you with a small smile. “No need to interrogate me.”

Vinny scoffed. 

“Oh, this isn’t an interrogation.”

“Oh?” Ciaran raised a brow. “What is it, then?”

Vinny smirked, tilting his head slightly. 

“A test.”

You groaned again. 

“I hate all of you. Ciaran I’m so sorry.”

Ciaran smirked. 

“You seem to know me, but you guys haven’t introduced yourselves.” He chuckled, sipping his beer. 

“I’m AJ, this is Emil and Vinny. We’re y/n’s full time besties, part time wingmen.” He grinned. 

“Not after tonight you’re not.” You groaned. 

“Oh… I thought I recognised you,” Ciaran nodded at Vin, “You left with him the first time we met.” 

Shit.

“Uh, yeah that’s Vin…”

“The guy you live with?”

“Yep.” Vinny smiled, leaning back in his chair like he didn’t have a care in the world. “That’s me.”

Ciaran nodded, seemingly unfazed. 

“Cool. I figured.”

You didn’t like where this was going. You could practically feel Vinny’s smugness radiating off of him.

AJ, trying to keep things light, leaned forward. You could tell he genuinely wanted to get to know Ciaran, to make sure he was good enough for you. 

“So, Ciaran, tell us more about yourself. What do you do?”

Ciaran shrugged. 

“I work in the music industry, I heard you guys do too… I’m a writer and producer. I used to play in a band, but that fell apart a couple years ago.”

Emil’s eyes lit up. 

“Oh, nice. What did you play?”

“Guitar,” Ciaran said. “I did some vocals, too.”

“Sick,” Emil grins, “I play guitar too.” 

“Well, you probably already know but I’m a drummer,” Vin brags, sitting back in his chair, legs slightly spread, “I play for Motionless in White actually, you might've seen us play at Wrestlemania last year... What band were you in?”

You could feel him getting competitive so you shot him a look. 

“Vin, stop.” 

“What?” He said innocently, taking another sip of his drink as Ciaran talked about his old band.

“...I just like making music. I wasn’t really happy in the band but it was all I knew.”

Emil, who was actually interested now, asked,

“You still play?”

“Yeah, just for fun.”

AJ nodded approvingly.

“That’s cool, man.”

You relaxed a little. Okay, maybe they were going to behave. But you weren't so sure about Vinny.

Then he leaned in. 

“So, Ciaran,” he drawled, “if you had to describe yourself in three words, what would they be?”

You groaned. 

“Vin, oh my god, seriously?”

But Ciaran played along, tilted his head in thought. 

“Uh… chill, I guess? Thoughtful. And… I dunno, easygoing?”

Vinny smirked. 

“Sounds riveting.”

AJ elbowed him. 

“Dude.”

Vinny held up his hands. 

“I’m just saying. This is a test, remember?”

Ciaran just laughed. 

“You really don’t like me, do you?”

Vinny took a long sip of his drink before answering. 

“I don’t know you.”

It was a very Vinny answer, cocky, a little dismissive, but mostly just because he liked messing with people. You rolled your eyes.

Emil, trying to keep the peace, jumped in. 

“You know, I think you’re alright.”

Ciaran raised his beer. 

“I’ll take that.”

AJ smirked. 

“Yeah, you’re not bad. Pretty brave, actually, putting up with this one.” He gestured toward you.

You gasped. 

“Wow. Okay. I’m leaving.”

AJ grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders before you could escape. 

“Nah, you love us.”

Ciaran laughed, but Vinny just tapped his fingers against the table, eyes flicking between you and Ciaran.

You weren’t sure why, but something about it made your stomach flip.

“Look, man, if you’re just trying to get in her pants-” 

“For fuck sake, drop it, Vinny!” You raised your voice, “Stop!” 

“You weren’t saying that last night-” 

“You’ve got a cool accent, where are you from? Scotland?” Emil asked, ignoring whatever Vin and you were doing. 

“Northern Ireland,” Ciaran nodded, “Belfast.” 

“We’ve been there before!” AJ nodded, “Very cold… What brought you over here?”

“I moved to join the band and just never left I guess. I was originally living in LA but then after the band split I moved in with a friend over here.”

You could still feel Vinny’s eyes on you, even as the conversation moved on. His comment still burned in the back of your mind.

Ciaran, to his credit, didn’t react. You were praying he hadn’t heard. Or maybe he was just choosing not to. Either way, you could feel the shift in the air, like something was about to snap.

“...So now that’s why I’m just writing, producing, and working with smaller artists. It’s a lot more fulfilling than what I was doing before.”

“Sounds like a step up,” AJ smiled.

“Debatable.” Vinny scoffed under his breath. 

You turned to him sharply. 

“Vinny, you’re being rude.”

“What?” He feigned innocence, swirling his drink. “Just saying. Going from being in a band to just producing? Kinda sounds like you gave up.”

Ciaran frowned slightly, but his voice remained even. 

“I didn’t give up. I just figured out what made me happy. And I didn’t feel comfortable on stage performing.”

Vinny tilted his head, smirking. 

“Right. And what makes you happy now?”

Ciaran glanced at you before answering, but Vinny didn’t miss it.

“Writing music,” Ciaran said simply.

Vinny let out a low chuckle. 

“Right,” He took a slow sip of his drink before adding, “Well, at least it’s not someone else’s girl, huh?”

You could feel the rage burning beneath your skin. 

“Oh, you’re one to talk, Vin.” You growled, raising an eyebrow at him. 

AJ and Emil exchanged uneasy glances.

Ciaran tensed slightly, exhaling through his nose before setting his drink down. 

“Right.” His tone was calm, but you could tell Vinny’s words had landed exactly the way he wanted them to. “I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Ciaran, no, wait-” you reached for him, but he was already standing, grabbing his jacket.

“Thanks for tonight,” he said, voice still level, but there was a tightness to it. He turned to you, offering a small smile. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

You swallowed, nodding.

And just like that, he was gone.

…

“What the hell was that all about, hm?” You shouted at Vin as you walked through the door, finally home.

“I got weird vibes from him. I didn't think you liked him anyway.” Vin shrugged, shutting the front door behind him like this was the most casual thing ever.

“Well, I did!” You spat. 

“Yeah, right. He's not your type at all.” He scoffed. 

You turned around, facing Vin with an anger in you that you haven’t felt in a while. 

“Oh you're not serious, are you?” You seethed, stepping closer, your chest rising and falling with frustration. “You don’t get to decide who my type is, if I even have one!”

Vinny smirked, leaning lazily against the wall like he wasn’t the reason you were seconds away from losing your mind. 

“I don’t have to. You just proved my point.”

Your fists clenched at your sides. 

“Oh, enlighten me, asshole. What point is that?”

He took a step forward, closing the space between you.

“You didn’t run after him.” His voice was low, almost smug. “You could’ve chased him down, apologised, told him I was wrong. But you didn’t. You stayed. With me.”

Your breath hitched.

Vinny tilted his head, watching the way his words sank into your skin. 

“You didn’t go after him, y/n, because deep down you didn’t like him. Not the way you wanted to.”

Your heart pounded, anger twisting into something else, something more dangerous.

“You’re such a fucking prick.” Your voice was shaking now, your body thrumming with adrenaline.

“And you love it,” he taunted, voice dripping with arrogance, "Which is why you're not really into him..."

Your jaw clenched, your breath shallow as you stared him down, pulse roaring in your ears.

God, you hated him when he got like this.

You hated how right he was, and he could see it all over your face.

The tension between you was suffocating, your body practically vibrating with rage. Vinny stood there, so goddamn smug, so pleased with himself, and it made you want to scream.

Instead, you shoved him.

It wasn’t hard, just enough to get him away from you, enough to create space so you could think. But Vinny barely stumbled, just laughed under his breath as if you were proving something for him.

“What’s wrong?” He taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. “Mad that I see right through you?... I know you better than anyone, y/n.”

Your blood boiled.

“You don’t.”

He hummed, stepping forward again, instantly erasing any distance you’d tried to put between you.

“Don’t I?”

You glared up at him, swallowing hard. His face was way too close, his scent way too familiar, his presence way too intoxicating.

“You’re a fucking child.” You spat.

Vinny just smirked, his voice dropping lower. 

“And yet, you’re standing here with me instead of him. He never even got to fuck you, did he? We did it the fourth day of knowing each other, what does that say about you, about us...”

Your hands twitched at your sides. Your nails dug into your palms. Your heart pounded against your ribs.

Your hands moved before your brain could catch up, shoving at his chest again, harder this time.

But Vinny didn’t stumble. He barely even budged. Instead, his hands shot out, grabbing your wrists, holding them firm. His grip wasn’t rough, wasn’t cruel, it was steady and controlled. A silent challenge.

You should’ve pulled away. You should’ve kept fighting. But the way he was looking at you? Amused, infuriating, dark eyes drifting between yours and your lips like he already knew how this was going to end? It made your whole body burn. You had never seen him get like this before.

“You don’t want him,” Vinny murmured, voice low and certain. “You never did.” 

“Fuck. You.”

He grinned, leaning in, the heat of his breath ghosting over your lips.

“You’d rather fight with me than fuck him,” he whispered. “That’s how I know.”

You hated that he was right, and he knew it. And you hated how badly you wanted to prove him wrong.

Your pulse pounded in your ears, the heat of Vinny’s breath on your lips making your entire body tense. You hated him. You hated him. The smug way he stood there, the way he thought he knew you better than you knew yourself. The way he was so fucking sure of himself, so fucking cocky.

You wrenched your wrists from his grip and shoved him again. This time, he took a step back, but only because he let himself. His smirk deepened, and fuck, that just made you angrier.

“You don’t know shit.” You seethed.

Vinny tilted his head, mock-considering. 

“Don’t I?”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to punch him. You wanted to-

“Let’s break it down, shall we?” Vinny stepped forward again, slow and deliberate, backing you up until your spine hit the wall. His hands braced against the surface, caging you in. “Your friend sets you up to meet some guy, some nice guy, and what? You think that’s what you want?”

You swallowed hard, trying not to react to how close he was, to how warm he was, how you smell the alcohol on his breath- but you guessed he could with yours too. You both had a few drinks at the bar.

“I do want that.” You hissed.

Vinny’s smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it grew.

“No, you want to want that,” he corrected, voice just above a whisper, leaning in close, his lips a breath from your ear. “But that’s not what gets you all riled up, is it? I know you, baby, you don’t want simple or easy, it’s not… Thrilling enough, is it? 'Cause tell me... What happened last year? Why did you want me more than him?”

“Go to hell.”

His mouth brushed your jaw as he hummed, a low, knowing sound that made your stomach clench. 

“M’ already there.”

You should have shoved him away again. You should have walked away, locked yourself in your room, done anything but this.

But then his nose skimmed along your cheek, slow, teasing, deliberate, and your resolve snapped.

You turned your head sharply, lips crashing against his, and everything fucking erupted.

The moment your lips crashed against his, Vinny groaned into your mouth, his hands instantly finding your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. It wasn’t a sweet kiss. It was messy, all clashing teeth and pure frustration.

You hated him. You hated him. And yet, here you were, clawing at him, pulling him impossibly closer, needing more, needing everything.

Vinny pulled back just long enough to smirk down at you, lips swollen, breath heavy. 

“Knew it.” He panted.

“Fuck you." You spat, your hands fisting in his hoodie, yanking him back in.

Vinny just chuckled against your lips, but there was something darker in it now, something that made your entire body light up like a live wire. 

“That’s the plan.” He murmured, his teeth grazing your lower lip before he sucked it between his own, biting down just hard enough to sting.

You gasped, your fingers sliding under his hoodie now, nails scraping against bare skin. He growled, and suddenly his hands were on your ass, lifting you up as your back hit the wall.

Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and fuck, the way his body pressed into yours, his hardness pressing between your thighs, you felt dizzy- and it wasn't becuase of the cocktails.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” You hissed against his lips, grinding down just to prove a point.

Vinny groaned, his grip tightening, his head dropping to your neck. 

“Yeah?” he rasped, teeth scraping against your pulse point. “But you love it."

You've never hated him more.

Vinny’s breath was ragged against your neck. His fingers dug into your thighs as he pressed you harder against the wall, his body pinning you in place. You could feel him smirking against your skin, and it infuriated you.

You shoved at his hoodie, desperate to get it off him, and Vinny let you, only to immediately retaliate by gripping the hem of your own shirt and yanking it over your head. He didn’t even look at you before his mouth was back on yours, like he couldn’t waste another second without kissing you.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him groan into your mouth, his hips instinctively grinding up against you.

It was all so fast, so messy, so angry.

“Still thinking about him?” Vinny muttered, voice dripping with jealousy as he kissed his way down your jaw.

You laughed, short, breathless and mean.

His mouth crashed back to yours before you could fire off another insult, silencing whatever smart remark was about to leave your tongue. The kiss was rough, all teeth and hunger, like he was trying to devour the last word right off your lips.

You whimpered despite yourself, nails digging into his shoulders. You hated how good it felt, how natural, how right... like your body was made to fight with his and fuck with his and fall apart underneath him.

Vinny groaned, his hands skimming along the curve of your waist, thumbs grazing just under your bra.

“Say it,” he growled against your lips, his voice barely above a whisper. “Say you don’t want him.”

You bit his lip in response, making him hiss, your breath ragged.

“I don’t want him.”

“Say you want me.”

You hesitated, not because it wasn’t true, but because it was too true. Because saying it out loud made it real, and that was scary. But Vinny waited, his grip unrelenting, his breath hot and heavy on your cheek.

And you broke.

“I want you,” you said, voice trembling. "Always want you..."

Vinny made a low, guttural sound, half growl, half moan, before his mouth was on you once again, even more desperate and unforgiving. He kissed you like he’d earned it, just by being right.

You hated that he was right.

He pulled away just long enough to nod towards the stairs, and before you know it he's stumbling towards his room like a man possessed. Your legs tightened around him, impressed at his strength and how he had carried you up the stairs, and your hands tangled in his hair, dragging your mouth across his jaw, biting just to leave your mark.

He kicked the door open, didn't even bother with the light, and dropped you onto the bed like you weighed nothing. You barely had time to gasp before he was on you again, pinning you beneath him, undressing you with a maddening urgency.

“I fucking knew it,” he muttered against your collarbone, kissing and biting his way down your chest. “Knew you were full of shit the second you said you wanted a nice guy.”

You arched beneath him, hands clawing at his back, gasping when his fingers slipped beneath your waistband, tugging hard.

“And you’re what?” you panted. “The opposite of a nice guy?”

Vinny smirked against your skin, sliding your leggings and panties down your legs, his mouth following close behind.

“No,” he said, kissing the inside of your thigh, voice dripping with arrogance. “I’m the guy who actually knows what you want... what you need... how to fuck you.”

Your breath hitched, your head falling back against the sheets.

You wanted to deny it, you should’ve, but when his mouth finally met your cunt, you couldn’t do anything but cry out his name.

“You still wanna tell me I don’t know you?” he rasped, voice low and rough as his hands slid up your thighs, spreading them wider, holding them open for him as his tongue licked a stripe up from your core, teasing your clit with the tip. "That's what I thought."

You couldn’t speak, not with his mouth on you like that, not with the way he devoured you like he had something to prove. Your hips jerked up, chasing the feeling, gasping when he flattened his tongue against your clit and groaned like he needed the taste of you to survive.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, grounding yourself as heat coiled low in your belly. He knew every inch of you too well, every twitch, every sound, every way your body begged for more, and he knew exactly what to do with you.

He didn’t stop until you were writhing, the orgasm tearing through you so fast and hard you cried out his name like it was the only thing you knew.

And then he was on you again, kissing you messy and desperate, the taste of you still on his lips, his cock thick and hard against your entrance. He didn’t tease, instead he pushed in all at once, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt.

You choked out a gasp, clinging to him as he began to move, slow at first, then rougher, frenzied, all restraint unravelling as the alcohol and adrenaline surged between you. You rolled your hips up to meet his, your eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock brushed just the right spot.

“You make me crazy,” you whispered, voice shaky. “...I hate how you mess with my head.”

Vinny’s hips stuttered for a beat, and when he looked down at you, his eyes were darker, sharper, like your words hit deeper than you intended.

“Yeah?” he rasped, thrusting harder, deeper, dragging a gasp from your lips. “I hate when you do it too.”

He kissed you, bruising and hungry, swallowing the rest of your thoughts. But they poured out anyway, your brain too foggy and your body too wrecked to filter the truth.

“I know we’re more than friends,” you panted, your voice cracking as he fucked you harder, angrier, like the words lit something in him. “I know you feel it. You can’t fuck someone like this and pretend it doesn’t mean anything-”

“I don’t,” he growled, cutting you off with another deep thrust. “Fuck, I don’t, baby… I feel it.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the sound of it, the way his voice broke around the words like it cost him something to say them.

“I want you,” Vinny said, breathless, forehead pressed to yours again. “I want you all to myself.”

You whimpered, hips bucking up into his.

“Then have me.”

It came out ragged, almost a challenge, but Vinny didn’t need telling twice.

He let out a low, wrecked groan, burying himself deeper inside you with a sharp thrust that stole the breath from your lungs. His hands gripped your hips like he was anchoring himself, like if he let go, the moment would vanish.

“Fuck,” he muttered, head dropping to your shoulder. “You feel... shit so fucking good.”

You couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Your body was still shaking from your first orgasm, and now he was dragging you into a second, fucking you with everything he had, every thrust a wordless confession.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle.

It was messy. It was rough and real.

He fucked you like he needed it, like he needed you, your skin, your breath, your mouth on his. Like if he couldn’t be inside you, he’d fall apart at the seams.

“You don’t get it,” he groaned into your ear. “I hate how much I want you.”

Your nails bit into his back, your legs wrapping tighter around him.

“Then stop pretending you don’t,” you gasped, your voice a wreck of need and desperation. “Just… fucking stop.”

And maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was that everything between you had been building for too long, but something in him cracked wide open.

“I think about you all the fucking time,” he breathed, hips losing rhythm. “You don’t leave my head.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed- by his words, by the way his cock kept hitting that spot that made you see stars, by the weight of everything you’d both buried for too long.

“I want you too, Vinny,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “So bad, it fucking terrifies me.”

Vinny’s thrusts turned frantic, wild, like the words set something off inside him.

He kissed you then, deep and unrelenting, and when he pulled back, his voice was raw.

“You’re mine tonight.”

And that was it. You came again, harder than before, your whole body shaking beneath him as he followed you over the edge seconds later, spilling into you with a broken curse, your name on his tongue like a prayer.

You stayed tangled like that, both of you breathless and trembling, your foreheads pressed together, your fingers still curled tight in his hair.

And in the silence that followed, your heart pounded with the echo of everything that had been said, everything he wouldn’t remember tomorrow.

But you would.

Every word. Every breath. Every crack in his voice.

And it would haunt you forever.

...

The morning light streamed through the cracks in the blinds, waking you.

Your head throbbed with the dull ache of too much alcohol, but it wasn’t the hangover that was making you feel nauseous, it was the weight of everything that was said last night, pressing down on you like a secret you couldn’t shake.

Vinny was still asleep beside you, half on his stomach, arm slung over your waist. His hair was a mess, his lip still slightly swollen from where you’d bitten it. He looked peaceful. Undisturbed.

And completely unaware.

Your eyes lingered on his face, wondering if he'd remembered what he said... "I want you all to myself", "you don't leave my head", "you're mine tonight."

You swallowed hard and slowly peeled yourself away from him, careful not to wake him as you sat up, pulling the sheets around your bare body. The soreness between your thighs was a cruel reminder of how real it had all been. How raw. How honest.

And he didn’t remember.

You knew it the second he stirred and blinked up at you, hair in his face, brow furrowed like he was still piecing the night together.

“Mornin’,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep. “What time is it?”

“Almost noon,” you said, your voice steady even as your chest caved in a little. “You were out cold.”

He groaned, stretching with a wince.

“Jesus… I haven’t been that drunk in a while.”

You forced a laugh, light and nonchalant, like your heart wasn’t twisting in your chest.

“Yeah, you passed out after we… you know.”

Vinny smirked, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Bet I was great though.”

He didn’t remember.

Not the way he’d begged to have you. Not the way his voice cracked when he said he hated how much he wanted you. Not the way he’d confessed that you were in his head all the time.

You stared down at the sheets, fingers knotting them up between your hands, and managed a small smile.

“You were.”

He yawned, sat up, and ran a hand through his hair.

“Cool. I’ll make coffee. Want anything?”

You shook your head.

“I’m good.”

Vinny kissed the side of your head as he got up, like it meant nothing. Like you meant nothing. And maybe last night hadn’t changed a thing for him.

But for you, it changed everything.

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this ended up being so much longer than i intended lmao

@collapsedglasshouses @miss570 @dominuslunae @sunshine-lvrr @death-ofpeace-ofmind @blade-dressed-in-red @amelia-acero @kait16xo @oobleoob @pipidoll @justdamnpeachy @bluehairpunklol @renegadebirch @devilsfuckingdance @darkwhisperswolf

[arrgh-whatever]

[lunarharp]

idle yuri on ice scribbless

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

maybe replaying DAO, DA2, and DAI will fix me

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D

I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.

Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.

I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!

I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.

I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer

I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.

So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent images I suppose ~

[sciderman]

Me clicking “see all” on the tags of that post on why Nate likes Peter: “Holy shit”

[xknify]

back in the nightmare dimension. you guys want any souvenirs when i get back

[smalltimidbean]

Hmm

One of the handrails just fell off the wall...

[kanonavi]

I am once again tagged by @radellama, thanks a bunch!

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Last Song: Song of the Ancients / Fate, by Keiichi Okabe

Currently Watching: Still Trigun (1998), I am unfortunately too busy to watch much else (Though I do sometimes think about how much I want to rewatch TGCF season 2....)

Three Ships: Xiao/Venti, Feng Xin/Mu Qing, Minamoto Kou/Mitsuba Sousuke

Favorite Color: Still cobalt!

Currently Consuming: Nothing at the moment, last thing was some chai tea. Now I'm thinking about grilled cheese again tho...

First Ship: Leo/Takumi from Fire Emblem: Fates

Relationship Status: Unfortunately, no

Last Movie: I genuinely don't remember... It was either Spirited Away or a combined Megamind/How to Train Your Dragon movie night

Currently Working On: A lot of my current angst is actually over the fact that I'm too deep in the schoolwork trenches to actually work on any of my own personal creative projects. But, my other project besides the Genshin Poetry Gala fic that I've been working on for months now is a TGCF essay about how the main couple are representative of the story's main themes. They make my brain explode <3

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Tagging: @hollyisanonymous, @rubberbandballqueen, @tempests-bards-and-birds, @sl33pyr3v3ri3, @stardustdiiving, @h4msanta

[ebitenpura]

zevran: let's play truth or dare. i'll go first. do you like men

lang: (thinking) well he's not tamlen but maybe some dick could fix me

[aromanticasterisms]

iansan relevance right off the bat let's fucking go

[glacierruler]

It's not that you don't know anyone who is queer, it's that anyone who is queer hasn't made themself known to you...

[quirkwall]

In Arlathan, where the big hand was, my Rook started making so many hand puns without my input. Which is odd, since I barely pick the purple options. Honestly Lucanis ending it all with "people have died for less" was welcome. My Rook would not make such shit puns, I'm sorry, that's not my elf. The only time my Rook makes shitty jokes is to cheer up Bellara when she's sad and even then he's awkward about it.

[neriyon]

Hello! 12 and 21 for the Dawntrail questions for your purple catboy? :>

( 22 Dawntrail Inspired WoL/OC Questions )

Ohh hello!

12. What was their opinion of the culture of recycling souls and the use of regulators? Did this change as the story progressed?

Hawu'li is a white mage, so I feel like he'd be extra horrified over the whole concept. "You do WHAT to souls instead of returning them to the atherial sea???" or "Do you have any idea what that does to the balance if more souls stay out than go in??". Not to mention his knowledge of ancients and ascians and all that. Would their "removal of memories from soul" really work as well as they said it would? Atherial sea was said to do that too, but they already had met people who had memories seared too deep to be removed (Hermes), as well as reborn souls with shards of past still hanging around (his own unsudered self, Eleos, still hangs somewhere in his soul even if he's only made himself known like once). Not to mention the philosophical questions like "Are you still you if your soul dies and you have your memories planted in a new, unreleated soul?"

21. If they had to summarize their journey in Tural, what would they say?

Actually anwered this already here! But since Hawu'li had a brand new co-WoL with him this time (N'jinh, who's lore is still wip haha), I'll try to include some of his thoughts instead~

"Thoughts about the journey? Uhhh... I'm very new to this whole adventurer business to be honest. Not like I've even traveled Eorzea before, let alone across the sea to a new continent? Hawu'li kept telling me it'd be fine, that I'd like it and gain lots of new experiences, even if I had to sit in ship for ages to get there. The town... uh, Tuliyollal, was really cool! I've never seen a two headed mamool ja before, let alone them living in cities. And they had this crazy strong leader, Gulool Ja Ja! Bigger than anyone I've seen, and even with one head asleep he ended up actually keeping up with me! Also the big snake thing, whatever it was called. Those Alexandrians with their weird glowy rocks creeped me out a bit tho. I mean, who trusts their entire lives to some weird machine that just resurrects you if you die? If you don't trust your own abilities to keep you alive during a fight you shouldn't be fighting, that's just basic stuff. They have this very cool fight arena tho!"