#I forgot to repost this *MONTHS AGO*

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Rotating them in my brain like a microwave

[incorrect-mtg]

Rex: A card whose mechanic is gaining abilities from cards in graveyards shows Rex's paradoxical existence as both an individual being AND just a vessel for the brain – the existence – of others. This reflects how his body is destined to outlast his brain and puts into question what even *is* Rex's identity in the end.

Dogmeat: doggo find cool junk

[mikashisus]

should i finally post that lyney fic that’s been sitting in my drafts for like 5-6 months ..

or do u guys want me to finally write the next chapter of TATT.. or continue writing WTSBO…

[lxvenderhxzehv]

@containatrocity

Tell Me Lies + Lightening Strikes (1.01)

[a-b-riddle]

Part Three

Warning: If you don't like Taylor Swift, you're not gonna like this chapter that much, homie. But So Long, London is so fitting for this drabble series. (I guess a series since it's longer than a drabble at this point)

Can’t stop thinking about reader just trying to move on

You had to remind yourself several times not to check in with the guys. It had almost become second nature doing something big like this. But going to another country…

Not that they would care. You told yourself. It was for the best that way.

The expo went better than you expected. You didn’t believe that there would be a line out the door of eager readers wanting to read your book, but you got a decent amount. More than a few told you they couldn’t wait to read it. Several asking for photos and asking questions on any future books, a spin-off or even continuing the series.

When one a particular large group of girls your age asked for a group photo, you could have cried. They were had found each other in an online book club. You had given them your book several months ago. All copies signed with a note thanking them for taking the time to read what you had poured your heart into.

You had spent a large chunk of your free time talking to them. Bonding more so as women than over your book.

"Have you listened to Taylor's new album?"

It had only been out for two days and you had been able to avoid it like the plague. You didn't need to even listen to 'So Long, London' to know it would fucking gut you. So you would enjoy your time in the states. Save the listening experience for when you were packing up their stuff.

They had posted and tagged you before continuing on with the rest of the expo. You had reposted the photo to your own social media. Or at least one attached to the pen name you had crafted. You only had twelve thousand instagram followers, but it was something.

The first day was much like the second. You had attended several Q & A sessions with a panel of more experienced authors and managed to go to a few meet and greets. Before you knew it, it was time to pack up shop.

The agent the publishing house had assigned to you had stuck with you for most of the day. You were able to pick her brain a bit about new ideas for possible future plot lines and her thoughts. Overall, the trip was great.

Not only were you able to make great connections and take a lot back home with you to reference, but for a few days you forgot what waited for you back home. Or rather what wasn't waiting for you.

By the time your plane landed back in London you could barely hold yourself up. You left the expo, went straight to the hotel to shower, pack and head to the airport.

Your flight was delayed. Your luggage was taking forever to get onto the belt. It was only seven, but fuck if you weren’t ready to just call it a day. Tomorrow you would have to start again. Opening up the shop. Coming back to an empty flat. Maybe start gathering up the items the boys had left behind.

Should you give them in separate boxes or just one giant one and let them sort it out themselves? It was easy to discern whose sweatshirt and t-shirts belonged to who, but when it got to things like socks and chargers...

Yeah.

They could sort it themselves.

You could drop it off at Kyle's when you knew he would be at the gym. He was good at avoiding you anyway.

It wasn't until you stood in your apartment did it hit you.

You were alone.

For the first time in over a year you couldn't call one of them over to soothe that ache of loneliness.

For the first time in over a year, you had to relearn how to handle just being alone.

You usually showered at night. Washing away the grime of the day before settling into bed. But today was a new chapter. You woke up wanting to start it on a good note. Plus you went straight to bed after getting home so you still had a bit of airport funk on you.

It had been a week. One official since you had sent that text nailing the coffin shut. You had touched base with your friends who didn't bat an eye at you dating four men at once. They liked them, even if Simon scared them. You didn't give them the details of the breakup or the cause. You were pretty private in your problems and if you wanted relationship advice, you would seek an unbiased unopinion.

You had a good group of friends, but the moment you told them that you were well and truly heartbroken, they would insist the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. Something you were nowhere near ready for.

So you needed to look like you had your shit together. You put on a dress that was feminine and, most importantly, comfy as fuck. An A-line floral frock paired with a light sweater and some white trainers. You knew a few of your friends would be stopping by for tea so you need to look like you were taking the separation well. Even if you were barely holding it together.

With makeup and perfume on, you started the early morning stroll to your shop.

You loved openings. Starting up the register and selecting the playlist for today. Picking out the essential oil to put in the diffuser even though you mostly stuck with a lavender and vanilla blend during the spring months.

For the morning you stuck with a Taylor Swift Instrumental playlist you had found initially for studying, but you liked the peaceful feeling it brought. Even when it covered the most gut wrenching songs.

You had started to collect the online orders that had accumulated over the last week. Sending out the e-mails alerting to your patrons that their orders were ready for pick up. Luckily you weren't set to receive a delivery until tomorrow.

It was eight and everything was set. Although not many people came to a bookstore at eight in the morning, it really didn't bother you opening up that early considering you were the only employee that was on the payroll. It gave you the possibility of making money, but mostly you spent the morning reading or writing.

You flipped the sign over from CLOSED to OPEN. Ready to start take on the day.

You had turned the kettle on in the back room when your friends had stopped by around lunch. You always said it was just tea, but you always had an array of snacks on standby for you all to munch on.

Meredith was complaining about what a dick the new client at the law firm was being. An absolute slime who had been married to his wife for almost twenty-five years before he decided to fuck his twenty-two year old assistant.

Tabitha didn't want to talk about work. To her, her career in tech was just a paycheck. She did what she needed to do and left when she was done.

You talked about the expo and how your book. Although neither of them really read, they had promised that they would read your book. You didn't hold your breath. They had reposted your posts as well as making ones of their owns in celebration of you. Words of praise about your dedication and hard work.

You realized that even though they couldn't give you the support you needed as readers, they supported you blindly. You could have written absolute garbage, but they would still support you.

You talked about how many people liked your book and wanted pictures and to sign their copies.

Then came the question you had been rehearsing since you had texted them a week ago. They both shared a look before Meredith finally asked.

"How are you holding up?" You gave a half-smile and a shrug. So perfectly rehearsed in your head you were ready to deliver your lies lines.

"I'm fine," you lied. "It was just fading so there isn't much of a difference, I guess." Not necessarily a lie. "We just wanted different things and were on different paths in life." Not a lie. "It's for the best." You weren't sure if that last one was a lie or not just yet.

They both shared a passing look before returning their gazes back to you. "You know you can come to us about this stuff." Tabitha's hand reached across the table, placing a hand on top of yours.

"It wasn't going to work out." You added. "Situations like that don't and I should have known better."

"A situation?" Meredith asked. "When have you ever called it a situation?"

"It always was one."

"I love you enough to call bullshit." She raised her eyebrow at you, crossing her arms over her chest. "You loved them and you need to stop pretending this is easy."

"You're a divorce lawyer, Mere," You reminded. "You see marriages fall apart every day."

"I do. I get to see from across the table how a woman is still willing to take her cheating arse of a husband back. So the fact that you went from on cloud nine with all of them to not even talking about the break up is concerning to say the least."

"Tabitha," you looked at your only ally left. "A little back up would be nice."

"I'm with her on this one." She confirmed. "You loved them. Not that I cared, but if you weren't talking about books or the shop, you were talking about them. What you did, where you went. How they fucked you."

"I think I'll miss that part the most." Mere sighed. "I lived vicariously through you."

"You know you could actually date people." Tabitha suggested.

"I'd rather live with chronic carpal tunnel than a man." You almost choked on your tea. If you were wearing pearls you would have used the comedic relief of clutching them to break the awkwardness of the current topic of conversation.

"That should be put on a t-shirt." You suggested

"I wouldn't mind it on a welcome mat to be honest." Tabitha added.

"But in all seriousness, cut this bullshit." Meredith gave you an sympathetic smile. "We're here. Good, bad and ugly."

You returned her smile. "I know."

You had closed up shop for the evening. Your lunch had gone longer than expected so now you were left doing the dishes and clean up during closing. You were setting the last cup on the drying rack when you heard the front door chime.

Shit.

You must have forgotten to lock the door when you turned the sign.

“I’m sorry!” You apologized, making your way out of the back break area and to the front of the store. “We’re-”

“Closed.” He said, locking the door behind him. “I saw the sign.”

[roseamongroses]

IM FREEE

[2amriize]

hiii can u do bsf riize obliviously in love with bsfreader !!

˚⟡˖ when he is obliviously in love with you— RIIZE

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genre fluff

pairing bsf!riize x bsf!reader

ᯓ★ SHOTARO

You could tell Shotaro was in love with you by the way he always tried to make you laugh. He would always try to cheer you up, and he’d be especially concerned when he saw you feeling down or sad. He’d show up at your house with your favorite food and a small plush toy—one of the many he had already given you as part of your growing collection. Then, the two of you would settle on your couch, and he would put his arm around your shoulder.

"You know I'll always be by your side, right?"

ᯓ★ EUNSEOK

He would always have his eyes on you. Everyone could tell that whenever you were around, he couldn't stop looking at you, always with a small smile on his face. He would practically treat you like his girlfriend. He’d stand on the side of the road if you were walking together, put his hand on your waist if there were a lot of people around, and buy things that reminded him of you. You found it very cute that he did these kinds of things for you, but since he never asked you out, you thought he was just being (very) nice to you.

ᯓ★ SUNGCHAN

It was kind of obvious with Sungchan by the way he was super protective of you. He always wanted to accompany you to parties and keep an eye on you so no strange guy would approach you. Or rather, so no guy in general would approach you. More than protective, he couldn’t stand it when a guy started talking to you, so he’d always end up coming over to say, "y/n, I need to talk to you," just to pull you aside and then say, "oh, I forgot what I wanted to say..."

ᯓ★ WONBIN

He would blush. He’d blush and get a bit shy every time you were around. Even though you had known each other for years and talked almost every day, he couldn’t help but let out the occasional nervous laugh whenever he was with you. He also tended to send you a lot of messages, something he didn’t do with anyone else.

"Oh, that character looks like you. It’s really cute," he’d say every time he saw a character he found adorable.

ᯓ★ SEUNGHAN

I feel like Seunghan would be quite direct, so it confused you a lot. You had been friends for years, but a few months ago, the way he treated you had changed. You realized it one day when you were walking around your neighborhood while having ice cream. You were basically wearing your pajamas, with a sweatshirt on top in case it got cold, but Seunghan couldn’t stop looking at you. Suddenly, he took out his phone and snapped a picture of you while smiling.

“What are you doing, Seunghan? Delete that, I’m literally in pajamas.”

“Wow, you’re literally an angel. I think I’ll make this my wallpaper…”

ᯓ★ SOHEE

Sohee had always been cheerful and playful with you, and he loved teasing you. But lately, his personality when you were together had changed a bit. Now, every time you were close to him, you could sense a subtle tension in the air, a mix of nervousness and something else you hadn’t felt before. There were also many awkward silences, and you had caught him staring at you several times. His gestures had changed too. It was now more common for him to offer you his jacket when it was cold. Recently, he had even made you a playlist titled "To My Soulmate."

ᯓ★ ANTON

Oh… You could tell, but from his posts and reposts. He wouldn’t stop talking about how much he liked someone, that he couldn’t stop thinking about someone, etc., etc. But whenever you asked him who he was talking about, he’d ignore the subject or simply say, "Oh, just a girl I know," while avoiding your gaze, which made it even more obvious. Plus, everyone kept telling you how Anton would always talk about you to everyone when you weren’t around.

“I wish y/n was here…”

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invisible string

oscar piastri x reader, ex!lando norris x reader

part 1 part 3

in which she moves on with his teammate, but why should she care about his feelings? he never cared about hers. besides, oscar is a much better boyfriend.

this is for the oscar girlies and is also like 6 months after say don’t go!! (we’ll pretend 1989 tv was out 6 months ago for the sake of timelines😭😭)

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yourusername, 🤍🤍

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user1, WHOOO IS THATTTTT

⤷ user2, i might be insane but like… OSCAR????

logansargeant, i expected a better caption from you considering how much taylor swift you listen to

⤷ yourusername, i couldn’t think of a song to use oops

user3, what if it’s logan????

⤷ user4, not captain america stealing my gf

user5, that should be me holding your hand💔💔

lilymhe, i had to sit and watch you guys be so unbearably cute and i don’t get pic creds for the first one??? criminal!!!

⤷ yourusername, SORRY SORRY IM SORRY thank you taking it lils ily🫶🫶🫶🫶

user6, kinda hope it’s oscar or max just because lando deserves it

⤷ user7, max has a gf but oscar… i need

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f1wags, y/n y/l/n has arrived at the qatar gp with kika gomes, but for oscar piastri rather than the usual lando norris👀

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user1, fav homie hopper😋😋

⤷ user2, i mean it’s not like it’s unprovoked

user3, don’t let your boyfriend stop you from finding the love of your life🤞🤞

user4, i wonder how lando feels about this😭😭

⤷ user5, doesn’t he have a new gf?? he arrived at the paddock with another girl today so he can’t really be mad

⤷ user6, NOOO IMAGINE HOW AWKWARD THAT IS

user7, usually i hate wag accounts BUT i am kinda thankful for this i needed to know who the guy y/n’s soft launching is

user8, I KNEW IT WAS OSCAR OR LOGAN IM SO HAPPY

⤷ user9, if it was logan we could have more lily and y/n cause alex and logan are teammates💔💔💔

⤷ user10, i don’t think they have to have a bf from the same team to be friends babe

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yourusername, when he’s a sprint winner >>>> (pic creds: lilymhe)

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user1, SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP PUNCH ME IN THE FACE

user2, prettiest couple i love pretty people

oscarpiastri, ❤️❤️

⤷ yourusername, 🤍🤍

user3, i would not have wanted to be in the room when lando found out😭😭

user4, she’s just like me i would also date my ex’s friend if he did me wrong🤭🤭

⤷ user5, i’ve honestly shipped her and oscar since before her and lando broke up is that weird

⤷ user6, i don’t blame u i kinda feel like they suit each other more yk

lilymhe, CUTEST I LOVE U LOML

⤷ yourusername, I LOVE U GF

⤷ oscarpiastri, how did alex get used to this

⤷ alex_albon, i didn’t it’s just something we have to deal with unfortunately😕😕

user7, does this mean more alex and oscar🤭🤭

⤷ user8, IMAGINE DOUBLE DATES WITH THEM LILY AND ALEX

sorry for making lando a sucky person but oscar is my one love so😋😋also i had to repost this cause i forgot to add tags and it wouldn’t show up under the tags after i edited it and added them😭😭

[sans-enjoyer]

Inanimate Insanity Episode 16 Spoilers!!!!

its been like, two days since episode 16, and people are already arguing about Mephone's age. He is a child, and this didnt come out of nowhere guys, he's always BEEN a child:

^post from 2018!! 5 YEARS ago!

^Brian reposting art (amazing art btw<3) where Mephone is described as a CHILD and drawing in a childish way.

^Brian saying that Mephone is so young he doesn't even know how to SPELL.

Now; heres some stuff ive been hearing in argument against him being a child.

"Cobs is infantilizing him." I agree with this to a certain extent, he is acting like Mephone is a child who cant comprehend anything like an abusive parent. but thats where it stops. Children can ALSO be infantlized! But aside from that, Cobs even says; "I forgot how young you are!" Parents don't say that to their adult children, because it makes no sense unless Mephone is a child.

Secondly, why would Brian and Justin be doing the same thing? They say he's young!

"He has an adult voice." Robots don't hit puberty! This means nothing. Unless youre saying that the creators implied hes an adult because hes voiced by an adult, well i'll have to refer you to the images above.

"He hosts an entire show." Arguably not very well, also again, he's a robot, and also, theyre on an island! its not like you need a permit to film on a random island in god knows where. Any child can "host" a show if they have enough determination, general knowledge of how they work, and equipment, and would you know it Mephone has all three! He knows how they work because he watched them in meeple, and he can generate any equipment he needs.

"He's a robot, he doesn't have an age." True..? sort of...? But the thing is, being legally defined as a child is based off your mental capacity. Children arent as mentally/emotionally intelligent as grown adults, because they don't have the life experience nor the capacity to be. Mephone barely has ANY life experience, he grew up in Meeple, and then started the show immediately after leaving. And obviously, in Inanimate Insanity (and all object shows), robots are almost always sentient beings, unlike real life.

"He's much more mature than a child, especially one that couldn't spell." Debatable! First of all, he thinks things like 'going to jail for one day' and 'the calm down corner' are terrible punishments, like children. If you tell a child to go sit on the stairs for 5 minutes and frame it as a punishment, they will take it as serious as anything else. Secondly, he literally decided to make a random species of bat.. things? fight to the death because they ate his four month old ice cream. No mature person would do that... Thirdly, abused children ACT more mature than others because they HAVE to be. Abused children are not ALLOWED to act like children. They have to be mature for themselves because who else is going to be? Who else is going to take care of you when your parent doesn't? But that doesn't mean they arent still a child.

So now we tread into questionable territory. Is it okay to deny the idea that he is a child at all costs, just so you can ship him or sexualize him? There is really no other reason why you would deny that he is a child.

Now obviously; lets not harass anyone who has drawn ship art of him or sexualized him in the past. This stuff was not commonly known, most people thought he was an adult. But if you look deeper, he isn't.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk, if anyone reads this far (￣^￣)ゞI know I usually only post art, but this is an important topic to me as i am very hyperfixated on Mephone4 i swear i can't control it guys!!

Feel free to make any counter points, im open to discussion, but i am also very set on this opinion. Have a good day everyone!!☆

[scarletwinterxx]

middle finger and promise rings - jaehyun scenario

helllooooo a fluff moment with jung jaehyun. I was scrolling through tiktok the other day and I found a compilation of him laughing and it was the cutest thing ever so now we're here😅

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Jaehyun enters the apartment and the first thing he hears is your laugh. He hangs his jacket on the hook, takes off his shoes before walking towards the living room where he sees you lying on the couch giggling to yourself.

You spot him over your phone, quickly turning it off when you spot your boyfriend "Hi, you're home early" you greet him, walking towards him.

He smiles at you, opening his arms to give you a very much needed hug. He does everyday, without a fail. Whenever he gets home from work or somewhere, he asks for a hug from you.

"What were you watching?" he asks

"You"

"Huh?" he peaks down at you, still caged in his arms

"I was looking through my phone then I saw a bunch of videos, like from when we started dating until recent. You looked cute, especially when you laugh" you answer him

"I thought my laugh was loud" he chuckles, letting you to sit on the couch. You follow him, taking the seat beside him.

"It is. But I love it so much, you know you have this kind of laugh when you find something really funny and your face scrunches up in a cute way" you try to mimic it while Jaehyun watches.

You might as well tell him you'll marry him with the way you're making his heart explode right now. Moments like these are what he looks forward to the most when he comes home. The simple conversations with you, no matter how random they are, he cherishes them so much.

"Oh by the way, can we order chicken and pasta for dinner? Or chinese food? I can't decide, how about you what do you want?"

"Chinese sounds good, do you want me to call our favorite place?" he asks, already getting his phone out

"Okay, and this came in today by the way" you say, passing the package that arrived today. "What is it?" you ask, while waiting for him to open it

"I forgot, must've ordered this a long time ago"

Without checking the label he opens it. When he flips the unsealed package upside down, a velvet box falls on his lap.

The two of you freeze.

He should've checked the label. Jaehyun internally panics.

Meanwhile you don't say anything, waiting for him to do or say something. But he doesn't so you clear your throat, getting your phone on the table "I'll order, tell me if you want anything else" you tell him.

"Uh yea sure" Jaehyun swallows the lump in his throat, finally coming to his senses. Taking the box before excusing himself. You hear the bedroom door open and close.

After that night you don't mention anything about it. You didn't ask questions. You acted like you didn't see it. Jaehyun wondered if he should ask but he doesn't know where to start.

What do you think it was, did you have your suspicions, were you upset with him? These are the questions running in his mind. But you never said anything to him, like everything was normal.

He was debating if he should've just showed you what was inside. If you were thinking it was a ring then you're right.

About a few months ago, he ordered a ring after finally getting your size. He's still worrying if you'll like it. It's not an engagement rring, not yet atleast. The ring inside was a promise ring for you. You told him a story about wearing a ring ever since your teen years, way back before the two of you met. You bought yourself a ring, a promise to exchange it to something else when you get yourself a boyfriend.

You showed him the ring before, it was a simple metal band you used to wear on your middle finger. You never took it off, not a day. That was until he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Of course he had to get you a new one, he was just waiting for the right time to give it to you.

He forgot to check the email about the shipping and didn't expect it to arrive when it did. It definitely wasn't part of the plan to open it infront of you.

It's been a few weeks since then. You honestly kind off forgot about it. You trust Jaehyun will tell you in the right time.

Tonight, he's running a bit late. He got caught up in a meeting so when he got home you were already sleeping. He enters the apartment carefully, walking through the hallway and cracking the bedroom door slowly.

The lights were all off, the only light coming from outside but he can see your silhouette from under the blanket. Quickly but quietly he gets ready for bed, sliding beside you.

He turns sideways to watch you, eyes closed, face peaceful, breathing slow and quite. You're giving off the most serene aura, he can't think of anything else but you.

Your hand was resting open beside your head, he reaches a finger out to trace random patterns while still watching you. He missed you so much today, he don't want to wake you up but he wishes he can give you a hug.

He does that for quite some time, tracing things on your palm while watching you waiting for sleep to come to him too.

From random patterns, to short words. He's now tracing random words on your palm, like you always do with his. You always do it randomly, in public or when it's just the two of you. Most times you spell out the word 'I love you' on his palm, that was actually how you said it to him for the first time. It took him some time to finally realize it, and when he did looked over at you with a surprised look. Saying the same three words back at you.

Right now he traces the word 'mine' in yours, while his mind wonders just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

He believes this isn't the only lifetime he'll love you, it isn't possible. Wishing hoping praying that in all alternate universes, however many there are, that version of him meets their version of you.

Suddenly feelings emotional, he sits up on the bed before reaching for something in the bedside drawer.

You're a light sleeper, especially when you're by yourself. The only time you really fall into deep sleep is when Jaehyun's with you. That's why when you hear some ruckus from Jaehyun's side, you wake up from your slumber

"Jae? You're home?" you mumble, your eyes still closed

"Did I wake you? Sorry, baby. Go back to sleep, I'm here" he whispers. He pulls you towards him, resting your head on his chest. You cuddle him more, making yourself comfortable again.

You listen to his heartbeat to lull yourself back to sleep when you feel him take your hand that was resting on him, he puts something on you before you feel his lips kiss your knuckles.

"What are you doing?" you mumble, opening one eye to peak at your hand only to see a ring that definitely wasn't there before you slept.

You open both eyes this time, sitting up to look at it then at Jaehyun

"Explain" you tell him, gesturing at your hand

"It's a promise ring, remember you used to wear one before we started dating. It took sometime but I finally replaced that one, I didn't want to freak you out on our first anniversary so I waited until now" he explains

"Is this real or am I dreaming?" you ask him

Jaehyun chuckles before sitting up, now face to face with you. He takes your cheeks in his hands before pulling you towards him for a kiss

"This is very very real, my love"

"It's so pretty" you pout at the ring, a simple band with a diamond on it. Like a leveled up version of the one you used to wear

"I'm glad you like it even though I kinda ruined the surprise" he tells you

"I thought it was an engagement ring, not gonna lie"

He kisses you one more time before he pulls you down, settling you on his chest once again. "We'll get there one day. This time I'll make sure it's a surprise"

"But I am surprised, I love this surprise"

"And I love you, that ring is a promise to keep my promise of forever with you. One day we'll get there, one day I'll watch you walk down the aisle to me" he mumbles against your forehead, sealing it with a kiss after

"I'd love that, and I love you too"

"Let's go to sleep now, dream of me okay?"

[nekomanager]

.—001 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡ {𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐈}

one of TSUKISHIMA's university goals is to ruin the sassy student librarian and break all her rules; by the way, it's you

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ f!reader, rivals to lovers, library sex, pussy eating, bantering (a repost from more than a year ago) PART ONE - TWO

University wasn’t easy especially when you also have library duties part-time and that one day with a classmate from Literature class made it even complicated.

Tsukishima Kei, a wallflower during lectures, handed you a book for return. You scanned the barcode. “Overdue, I didn’t see that from you.” He’s responsible, uptight and by-the-book. It seemed impossible.

Though you meant nothing, he didn’t feel quite right with your comment. “So what? Are you the librarian now?” He sharply replied, scanning the payment QR Code with his phone.

That just rubbed you the wrong way either. “Yes, I am.”

A smirk appeared on his face. “As far as I’m concerned,” he leaned forward over the desk and whispered mockingly, “You’re just a student assistant here.”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath of patience. With a stiff smile, you professionally reverted back, “Your business is already finish now, Tsukishima-san. You may now go. If you wish to stay, I advise that you remain quiet before I ask you to leave the hall.”

Tsukishima just shot daggers at you, pinning you with his eyes before he turned around and went his own way.

Ha! The slight victory made you grin and gave you the confidence to add another greeting his way, “See you in class, Tsukishima-san.”

See you in class, indeed. After that encounter in the library, it was as if he suddenly became active in recitation. Tsukishima constantly opposed your views every time you shared them in class. It had been weeks, no, months since it was the case. You even heard your classmate picking their sides, placing their bets on who between you and Tsukishima would win the day’s lecture.

And everytime he’d visit the library, he’d return and borrow tons of books at the same time as if he was pissing you off. You were sure as hell that he was doing it on purpose and that he’s timing it perfectly to when you were the one in the desk duty.

You rolled your eyes. Just when you were thinking of how much he annoyed the shit out of you, you saw him reading a book in one of the long tables. Guess what? He grabbed a mountain pile of books. You wouldn’t be shocked if he would place that in the returning cart any moment now since you’re the one in the clearing duty.

You leered, intentionally choosing the aisle near his table and giving him a dirty side eye as you passed by him. You knew he picked that up and just as you predicted, he placed the piles of book in the cart right when you were about to push it off. There were only 2 books in there but when Tsukishima dumped his stuff, there were like about 8 now. Looking at the call numbers, the books were even shelved in the farthest back of the hall.

Asshole! You grimaced at him and he grinned evilly at you. Begrudgingly, you headed to the very last shelf where Tsukishima got his books. You placed some of them back in until you realized that most of what he picked were too high for you to reach.

“You need help?” Tsukishima said with a smug expression as he returned a book in his hand at the top shelf only he could reach.

“What are you doing here?” You snapped.

“Returning a book. I forgot to place it in the cart.” You scoffed and he added, “You would find it hard to shelf it anyway.” His lips etched in a mocking smile as he eyed the remaining books in your cart.

Scoffing, you kicked a ladder in front you. “I was just starting.” You picked up some of the books, stepped into the third level of the ladder and shelved them. Halfway though, you felt his eyes on you. Your gaze traveled to where he was looking and you noticed that your skirt rode up, revealing your garter belt.

“Pervert,” you reprimanded him and went down the ladder.

He immediately snapped away. “Who wears that in school?” Okay, he must admit it’s not the best comeback ever.

What? It’s not like you were wearing anything scandalous. It was just a simple pencil skirt and it’s unintentional that it rode up your thighs. “That doesn’t mean you should look, asshole.”

He huffed and rebutted, “As if there’s something to look at.”“Then why are you looking?” You said, walking past him and pushing a book back in the shelf harder than you intended.

You were surprised when you were grabbed by your elbow, pulling you away from the books that fell from above you.

“Careful,” he warned. Your gazes held each other. His eyes were now filled with concern. Genuine concern. You gulped as you heard your heart beat in your chest. You would be lying if you’d say his rebuttals in class made him less sexy. In fact, it made his snarky ass more attractive.

He scanned you from head to toe. Your clothes bothered him a lot, pulling off that sexy librarian look that never failed to give him fantasies every night.

“You only wear that kind of attire every Thursday.” He chided in as if catching you. In return, you stepped backward, feeling cornered by his height and inquisition.

“Why are you here only every Thursday?” You dared as he stepped forward closing you in. Your back hit the shelf as he towered over you. His eyes studied your pretty lashes and hopeful, needy, eyes. Yours probed his orbs, now showing vulnerability near your presence, losing control over his urges.

You wanted to push him away, but you also wanted him to pull you close. With how petty you acted around each other, he might just laugh at you in complete rejection. You poor little midget was actually attracted to him all this time. You’re hopeless and horny for him, it’s pathetic.

He was equally pathetic too. He couldn’t resist his bulging cock as he saw your lacy bra underneath that long-sleeved dress shirt you wore. And that sassy mouth of yours…the things he wanted to do whenever you open them to spit another off-handed comment his way. Fuck! Just fuck!

You were both breathing heavily and you noticed the way your chest rose and fell against him. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling heat in between. It was unbearable. You needed more. You couldn’t take it anymore and so was he when he smashed his lips against yours. Your mouth opened willingly and his tongue didn’t hesitate to explore. Your hand flew to his head, lacing your fingers around his strands. His hands roamed all over your body not getting enough of you.

He bit your lower-lip, smirking against it as he had been desiring to do that ever since you got into his head. You moaned and it gave him confidence to tease you, running a hand under your skirt and lightly tracing the edge of your stockings. He caressed your thigh and you leaned your head back as his fingers began reaching your pussy.

Tsukishima groaned. “You're so inappropriate.”

You moaned in a begging tone.

He smiled, disbelieving that the smartass Y/N whom he thought hated his guts with all her life was now begging him for more and that prompted all forms of logical reasoning to leave his brain.

He picked up a book from the clearing cart and pressed it against your pussy, rubbing the hard corner against where he thought your clit was to give you pleasure. “Oh, god…” You breathed out. It felt too good. You couldn’t help but hold his wrist with both of your hands, guiding him to the right pressure and tempo as you rocked your hips, using the book for stimulation.

“I never thought you love books this much.” He teased.

You scoffed. “What can I do? Mhmn~“ You panted. “This is all you got.”

A different surge of pride came over him after that sassy remark, which made him drop the book and had him on his knees. He pulled your skirt up and your panties down, inhaling deeply as he came face to face with your sopping wet cunt. His thumb massaged your slit before hooking your leg over his shoulder and digging in to eat you out.

Come to think of it, the signages said, Strictly No Eating, but it’s too late now. He was already overcome with lust and the taste of your delicious pussy so soft against his lips and tongue. He circled against your clit while sipping your arousal. You bit the back of your hand trying to cover your noises. Tsukki pictured the big Remain Quiet library sign in his head. Yes, he’s gonna have you break all the fucking library rules. He’d make sure you’d be making all sorts of noises in a while.

“Please…please..” You heaved, leaning your head back on the shelf as you grabbed a fistful of his strands and rode his face. His glasses now misty with the heat of your pussy and his breathing. His tongue started lapping rapidly.

You were losing your mind already and you could feel your orgasm approaching. Tsukki knew that, but he wasn’t done with you yet not until he's inches deep inside you and his dick was the only thing in your mind. The perfect payback for all the sleepless nights you gave him with nothing but desires on how your pussy would fucking feel, clenching him tight.

He pulled back and you whined a complain. You should’ve known he’d do this right when you were aching and desperate for him.

Cupping your cheek, he drew your lips in for a kiss. You melt like you were pleading more of him in your arms. Feeling his erection rubbing against your stomach, you broke the kiss and looked down at his pants. Involuntarily, you licked your lips at the sight of his hard-on. “Looks like you need a hand.”

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Summary: He was toxic, everything about him but neither could stay away. Not when he's staked his claim.

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Warnings: toxic, situationship, smutty smut smut, begging, praise, biting, possessiveness, degradation

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He looked at me, with a smirk on his face. “Is this what you wanted, huh?” he asked, as he pushed my head down, making me look at him from beneath my lashes.

“Y-yes,” I stuttered out, feeling his warm breath tickle my skin.

I felt him shift a bit, his hand going to my hip, lifting my leg over his head.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I-I wanted this,” I panted out.

I knew what he wanted to hear. I knew what it did to him.

“Tell me, amor. Tell me what you wanted. Say it for me.”

I knew I was playing into his hands. But at that moment, I didn’t care. I wanted it just as much as he did.

“I wanted your cock in my mouth,” I spat out, feeling myself get wetter as he smirked at me.

He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he shoved his cock down my throat, making me gag slightly.

I looked up at him through watery eyes, and he smirked.

“Good girl,” he murmured, thrusting into my throat. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”

A few months ago, I thought we were done.

I thought we’d finally managed to break free from our toxic relationship.

But we’d found ourselves back in bed together a month later.

We couldn’t seem to stay away from each other. Every time we tried to take a break, we found ourselves right back where we started.

I didn’t know how long I could keep this up. At the end of the day, he didn’t want me. He only wanted to fuck. And I’d been foolish to think it’d ever be more than that.

I’d told him I couldn’t keep doing this.

But I always came running back to him.

He’d come to my flat after his race, angry as ever that we hadn’t spoken for a week.

But that’s what happened when we broke up. We stopped communicating until one of us caved.

It always ended up being me.

That’s why I was currently on my knees, sucking his cock.

I heard a knock on the door, and I froze, looking up at Carlos in panic.

“Fuck, I can’t believe we forgot to lock the door,” he growled out, grabbing my hair to keep me in place.

“What if it’s a friend?” I asked, worried about getting caught.

“Then let’s hope they have a good show,” he smirked. “I’m not stopping now.”

I felt him thrust into me as he said it, and I couldn’t help but moan around his cock. His words did something to me. I was so turned on, I could barely think straight.

He leaned forward a bit more, making sure his cock went even deeper in my throat. I gagged slightly, trying to hold in my tears. But he didn’t let up, shoving even deeper.

I tried to push him off, but he only held me tighter.

“I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow,” he growled. “Do you understand me?”

I nodded my head, whimpering around his cock as he fucked my throat.

“Good girl,” I heard him say before he came down my throat, the hot liquid making me gag and cough.

I pushed him off as soon as he let go of my hair, backing up and coughing on the floor. Carlos just lay back on the bed, looking satisfied.

“Next time, lock the door, Y/N,” he chuckled.

I glared up at him, wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand. “Next time, maybe I won’t come back to you.”

I knew I’d only said it in anger. We both knew there’d be a next time.

He smirked at me. “We’ll see about that.”

I stood up quickly, smoothing out my dress.

“Are you leaving already?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Yeah,” I answered. “I need to get home.”

He didn’t stop me as I grabbed my purse and left his flat.

But the look he gave me as I went made me shiver. He’d be coming for me again. Soon. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no. Not ever. Not to him. Not to Carlos Sainz. Not to my Spaniard. Not to the love of my life. Not to my toxic situation. Not to my downfall. Not to the devil himself. Not to Satan. Not to my master. Not to my king.

“See you soon, Y/N,” I heard as I walked out. I didn’t turn around, just kept walking.

And I knew exactly what he meant by those three little words.

It was a few weeks later, and I was finally out of the city for work.

I was staying at a hotel for three nights. It’d been good to get out. I hadn’t seen Carlos since the last time we broke up and it was better that way.

I wasn’t thinking about him.

I’d moved on. And it felt amazing.

I was finally healing from his wounds.

I hadn’t answered any of his messages or calls.

And it’d been bliss.

I was getting ready for my meeting when I got a message from an unknown number. My heart skipped a beat as I saw his name pop up on the screen.

My hands trembled slightly as I opened the text.

“Don’t think you can avoid me forever, amor,” he wrote. “Meet me in the hotel lobby in 5 minutes.”

I stared at the message for a minute, wondering what the hell was going on. How did he know I was in town? How did he know which hotel I was at?

“Carlos,” I typed out. “Why?”

“I heard you were in town,” he answered. “Thought I’d come say hello.”

I read his text a few times. He knew I was leaving the city. He knew where I was. And now he knew what hotel I was staying at.

He was stalking me.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

“Meet you downstairs?” I asked him.

“See you then,” he replied.

I stared at my phone for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do.

But deep down, I knew it was already decided. I’d go meet him. I’d fall into his arms like the fool that I was.

He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans when I saw him in the lobby.

His dark hair was messy, like he’d just woken up.

“Hola, amor,” he said as I walked to him.

He held out his arms, and I stepped into them, burying my face in his chest.

“Why are you here?” I mumbled against his shirt.

“I told you,” he said. “To say hello.”

“Carlos,” I sighed. “Why are you really here?”

He laughed a bit, holding me even tighter. “Because you were leaving the city without me. And that couldn’t stand.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly that,” he replied. “You’re not going anywhere without me. Never again.”

He squeezed me tight as he spoke, making it hard for me to breathe.

“But-”

“You’re not leaving me again, Y/N,” he interrupted. “Never again. You’re mine. You belong to me.”

“Carlos,” I protested. “You don’t mean that.”

He stepped back and cupped my face. “Yes, I do. I want you. Always.”

He kissed me then, and I felt myself melting into him.

I’d give in to him. I knew that. We both knew that.

“Come with me,” he whispered as he pulled back. “Let’s go back to my room.”

I looked at the elevator, then back to him.

“No,” I said finally. “Not today.”

“Amor, come on,” he whined, pouting at me. “Just a few hours.”

I shook my head. “No. I have a meeting. I can’t miss it.”

His face fell slightly, and I felt guilty for a second before pushing the feeling aside.

“I’m sorry, Carlos,” I said. “Maybe later?”

He smirked at me again. “Oh, there will be a later.”

With that, he leaned down to kiss me goodbye.

And I watched him walk away.

I walked into the restaurant, looking for my co-workers. I saw them at a table by the window and made my way over.

“Hey,” I greeted them as I sat down.

They all greeted me back, asking how my flight was. I chatted with them for a while before the waiter came by to take our order.

I ordered some soup and salad and chatted some more with them before my food came.

I dug in immediately, feeling a bit starving since I’d missed breakfast.

I was eating when I felt my phone vibrate on my lap.

I glanced at the screen, seeing Carlos’ name.

I rolled my eyes slightly and tried to focus on my work lunch.

But then I felt it vibrate again.

And again.

And again. And again. And again. All within a minute of each other.

I couldn’t focus on the conversation anymore, feeling annoyed by Carlos and his incessant messaging.

“Excuse me for a second,” I muttered to my co-workers as I stood up from my seat.

They told me to go ahead and I walked away, to a quiet corner near the kitchen.

I opened my phone and saw the string of messages from Carlos.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“Having lunch,” I replied.

“Who are you having lunch with?”

“My co-workers,” I answered.

“You can’t take this much time off from me, amor,” he told me. “I have a need for you. One that can’t be met if you’re not here.”

“Carlos, you can’t expect me to be with you all the time.”

He sent me a picture of his cock, already hard, and I gasped at the sight of it.

“I can. And you know why.”

I did. Because I was his whore. Because I could never say no to him.

“Carlos,” I moaned out. “I can’t.”

But deep down, I was lying. He was pulling me in again. The picture was turning me on. I could feel it in my veins.

I needed him. And he knew that. And he was going to use that against me.

I looked back at the table, feeling bad for leaving my co-workers but knowing I had to go.

“I have to go,” I texted Carlos before grabbing my purse and walking out of the restaurant.

My heart pounded in my chest as I made my way to his hotel room.

I felt like a teenager sneaking out of the house, but I didn’t care.

I knew I was doing something bad, but I was a slave to him. A slave to his cock. A slave to his touch. A slave to the pleasure he made me feel.

I knocked on the door and he opened it a few seconds later. He was completely naked, and his cock was hard already.

“Amor,” he purred as he opened the door. “Welcome back.”

I walked in and he shut the door behind me, pushing me up against it.

“Missed me?” he smirked as he kissed me.

I nodded, and he pushed my dress up, hooking my legs around his waist.

“I’m going to take you here,” he said. “Right up against the door.”

I moaned out as he bit my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin. He loved marking me. And I loved wearing his marks. I loved letting him claim me.

“Do it,” I whispered. “Fuck me, Carlos. Please.”

He smirked again as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my entrance.

“You’re so needy,” he said. “Like a little slut.”

I moaned again at his words, loving the way they made me feel. He was a master at playing dirty. And I was a sucker for his tricks.

“Please, Carlos,” I begged. “Please.”

He leaned in and bit my neck again, thrusting his cock into me at the same time.

I gasped at the feeling of him inside me and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place as he thrust in and out of me.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear as he moved faster. “Good fucking girl.”

I moaned and whimpered, loving the sound of his praise. I knew I was his good girl. And he loved it.

He bit down on my neck and thrust into me at the same time, making me cry out as I came around his cock.

“You like that?” he asked as he continued to thrust into me.

“Yes,” I panted. “God, yes.”

He bit down again and I felt myself clench around him, making him moan slightly.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so tight. I’m going to fill you up now.”

I nodded, biting my lip as he kept thrusting in and out. I felt the hot liquid flood my pussy as he came, and he kept thrusting into me as he held onto my neck with his teeth.

“Mine,” he mumbled. “You’re mine.”

I didn’t answer, just held onto him as he moved inside me. I knew we’d do this again. We’d keep fucking each other until we were tired of each other. We’d fuck until we hated each other. Until we couldn’t stand the sight of each other.

But it’d never end.

I’d never let it end. He’d never let it end.

We’d keep coming back for each other. And it’d always end in me being on my knees for him, taking his cock down my throat. And it’d always end with his cum down my throat. Or on my tits. Or on my face.

It’d always be that way.

And I’d always let it happen.

Because he owned me.

Because I was his slave.

Because I was his little slut.

Because I was Carlos Sainz’ whore.

And that’s all I’d ever be.

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Summary: He's been gone for 4 months. 118 days without a phone call or a text. What happens when he finally shows back up to work? Will he give Kaela the answers she's looking for?

Parings: Roman Reigns x Black OC

Word Count: 2.2k

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Friday Night Smackdown August 2nd, 2024 

Where will you go now? Now that you're done with me Where will you go now? Now that you're done with me

Kalea Crawford stared down at her phone in shock. She could feel Jade and Bianca's gaze on her so she tried to school her features but the bold headline at the top of the page made her furrow her eyebrows. She felt like she was about to throw up. 

“Girl, are you okay?” Jade asked, her voice filled with concern.

“I’m fine,” Kalea replied a little too quickly, her eyes still focused on the phone. All three women knew it was a lie though. Kalea was anything but ‘fine’. If there was a word to describe how Kalea felt it was devastated. The longer she stared at the tweet the more she wanted to scream in frustration and anger. How could he do this to her? 

“When’s the last time you talked to him?” Bianca spoke up this time.

“It’s been a while.” Bianca and Jade shared a look. 

“How long is ‘a while’?” Jade pressed.

“I was giving him time, you know? He’s been dealing with so much these past couple of months, and I just thought.” Kalea trailed off with a shrug. 

“Lele -” 

“The day after Wrestlemania.” She kept her eyes cast downwards so as not to see the disappointed look on Jade and Bianca’s faces. 

“Wrestlema- Girl that was four months ago!” 

“I know,” Kalea whispered. She knew it was dumb but like she said, she was giving him time. He had just lost the Universal Title and had a bunch of personal shit going on. Every time she texted him, he either responded with one-word answers or he didn’t respond at all. 

I don't blame you You should be done with me I don't blame you You should be done with me

Was it naive of her to think he was still her boyfriend after not speaking for four months, Yes. But, she was in love. Kalea finally looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “I just didn’t want to push him,” she admitted softly. “I thought he needed space to figure things out.”

Jade shook her head in disbelief. "Lele, I get trying to be understanding and all, but this is next level. Four months without a single proper conversation? That's not space, that's practically radio silence." 

Kalea let out a humorless chuckle as she looked back at the pictures of Roman and his ex-wife. “Well, at least now I know why he hasn’t been answering my calls.” 

“You don’t deserve this,” Jade whispered and Bianca nodded, agreeing with her. “You are a bad bitch! You can get any man in here that you want.” 

“Aht!” Bianca cut Jade off, holding up her index finger. “Not any man.” Kalea laughed as she wiped away her tears. 

“Girl, you know what I meant. Don’t nobody want Kenneth's ass but you.” Jade pushed Bianca’s shoulder. “Anyway, fuck Roman.” 

I should've waited somehow I shouldn't have pushed so hard I always push too hard And now it's just a blackout

Kalea was grateful for her girls, but in the back of her mind, there was this nagging thought that his ghosting her was all her fault. She should have waited. She should have peeped game. Maybe if she had kept her mouth shut she would have been the one in his arms at the beach. 

Kalea was grateful for her girls, but in the back of her mind, there was this nagging thought that his ghosting her was all her fault. She should have waited. She should have peeped game. Maybe if she had kept her mouth shut she would have been the one in his arms at the beach. 

What the fuck was she thinking? Why had she sent him that fucking text message? She kept replaying the moment she hit send on that message, wishing she could take it back. He had already told her not not fall in love with him, but how couldn’t she? 

“Unh-Uh. No!” Jade exclaimed, knocking Kalea out of her thoughts. “You are not gonna sit there and wallow. Him being a dickhead is not your fault!” Even though she and Jade had only been friends for about 4 months, she could read her like a book. “I will not sit here and let you cry over him! No, wipe them tears, and go fix your makeup.” Kalea scoffed out a chuckle as she looked at Bianca who held her hands up defensively. 

“You heard her. Go get yourself together.” 

SummerSlam August 3rd 2024

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If looks could kill, Joe would have dropped dead where he stood backstage talking with Paul Heyman. He could feel their glares as he stood there going over tonight's plans. He knew he was an asshole for what he did to Kalea, but he was scared. Her love scared the fuck outta him. Being in love with her scared the fuck outta him. To everyone else, he was Roman Reigns, The Tribal Chief, The Head of the Table, but to her… to Kalea, he was just Joe. 

Kalea didn’t care about any of that. She didn’t care if he was the Undisputed Champion or the face of the company. She saw him for him. And that terrified him more than any opponent he had faced in the ring. The vulnerability Kalea stirred in him was a weakness he couldn't afford to have, not with his reputation on the line. He had pushed her away to protect himself, but all he had done was push away the one person who truly saw him.

“Big Uce!.” Joe felt a genuine smile come over his face as he turned to see Josh approaching with his usual easy-going grin.“Whats good man!” Josh then turned to Paul. “OG,”  He saw Josh’s eyes shift from his face to behind him. “Wassup with them?” Joe sighed and turned his head slightly to look at Bianca and Jade who still looked like they wanted to kill him. 

“Nothing just-” Joe replied, stopping short as he felt all the air leave his body when he saw Kalea walk up to Jade and Bianca dressed in her ring gear.  This was the first time he laid eyes on her and his heart clenched painfully in his chest.  Kalea's presence stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within Joe, his heart aching with regret and longing. Her eyes met his briefly, a flicker of hurt and disappointment clouding her gaze before she turned her attention back to Jade and Bianca. 

He couldn't bear the weight of her gaze, the silent accusation piercing his soul. Joe clenched his fists, trying to suppress the overwhelming guilt. He knew he had to make things right with Kalea, to explain himself and beg for her forgiveness. But would she even listen?

Kalea had a timid smile on her face as she looked at her two best friends.  “Girl you look bomb!” Bianca said and Kalea let out a breath. 

“How you feeling?” Jade asked, her eyes flickering behind Kalea’s head before flicking back to Kalea. 

Kalea’s smile faltered a bit. She went to turn her head to look behind her, to see if Joe was still there but Jade grabbed her cheeks and held her head. “Jade,” Kalea trailed off with an eye roll. 

“How. are. you. feeling?” Jade repeated. 

Kalea sighed “I feel fine, a little nervous but I got this. You are looking at the newEST WWE Women’s Champion. ”

“Alright now!”  

“Oh fuck.” Jade whispered, her smile had dropped and now a panicked look was on her face. 

Kalea’s brows furrowed. She opened her mouth to ask what the problem was, but before she could get it out, the problem spoke. 

“Kalea, can we talk?”  Kalea felt her heart start to beat faster as she turned to look at Joe. He had his hair slicked back into a bun, his new OTC merch, some sweatpants, and a pair of Air Jordan 1s. 

“I-” 

“She can’t” Biance spoke for her, arms crossed over her chest as she and Jade mugged Joe. Joe sucked in a deep breath already annoyed with Jade and Bianca. 

“Kalea?” He ignored Bianca’s statement, keeping his eyes on Kalea. 

“I won’t be long.” She said softly to Jade and Bianca. Bianca looked like she wanted to protest but Jade placed a hand on her shoulder and led her away from Kalea and Joe. 

I was fine with you bein' one of my hoes, for sure  She said she seen us bein' somebody goals, what are those?  I thought about givin' you the key to my heart, but it's froze

Kalea walked a few steps away with Joe, a mixture of nerves and curiosity swirling in her stomach. This is it. She thought. She kept her eyes downcast as they made their way to an empty part of the stadium. She could feel his eyes on hers but couldn’t find it in her to look up at him.  

“Kalea, can you look at me please?” The emotion in his voice shook her to her core.  As she slowly lifted her gaze to meet Joe's, she felt her heart skip a beat at the intensity of his stare. His eyes held a mixture of vulnerability and determination, making her breath catch in her throat.  “I’m sorry.” He finally whispered after a moment of them just standing there, staring into each other’s eyes. “I should have responded to your messages.” 

“Why didn’t you?” The pain in her voice damn near broke him. “An ‘i’m alive’ would have sufficed Joseph.” 

“Kalea –” 

You know the love was X-rated, it's how we made it

“It was because of my text message wasn’t it?” She cut him off. “You –, Because I told you I loved you? That’s why you ghosted me?”  She wrapped her arms around herself as if she was bracing herself for his response. 

Joe’s face fell as she shifted on his feet,  his guilt apparent. He took a deep breath as if steeling himself against a storm. “It’s not that simple,” he began, but Kaela cut him off.

“Not that simple?” She scoffed, her arms falling to her sides. “So fucking me was simple, but loving me isn’t?” 

“Kalea that not –” 

“No, I totally get it.” She cut him off with a chuckle but wasn’t shit funny.  “You were okay with the physical part, but when it came to actually feeling something, that was too much for you.”

Joe took a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to maintain control over his emotions. “Kalea, it’s not that I didn’t care. It’s—”

“Not that you didn’t care?” Kalea rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you cared, you would have faced it head-on. Instead, you just ran away, like a coward. I understand you told me not to fall in love with you, but you shouldn’t have been doing all the right shit for me to fall in love.” Kalea angrily wiped away the tears that fell. “All the dates and the – the little gestures. The way you looked at me, the way you held me. How was I supposed to not fall in love with that!?” She was damn near shouting now and she was grateful the part of the arena they were in was empty besides the two of them. 

She needed angles, I need angels, I'm fightin' Satan Leave me faded, I feel painless, I go out gracious I'm tryna feel a shade of greatness by celebratin' Bring entertainment, goin' brainless, like goin' dumb on my hiatus

Joe knew he messed up. He knew it when he ignored her first phone call. “I’m sorry.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say. He just wanted her to know how fucking sorry he was. 

Kalea shrugged "Sorry doesn't cut it,. Not this time. "

She turned to leave, but Joe reached out, grasping her wrist gently. "Wait, please. Let me explain."

Kalea pulled her wrist out of his grip. “It’s a little too late don’t you think Roman?” Joe’s heart fell to his ass. Roman? She was calling him Roman now? “You had four months to explain. But you didn’t want to explain to me then huh? You didn’t want to answer any of my text messages or phone calls. No, I wasn’t good enough for you. But I guess you’re ex-wife was.” 

Joe furrowed his eyebrow. “What are you talking about?” 

“Don’t play dumb. It’s not cute.” She pulled her phone from out of her bra and went to her Twitter, going to her bookmarks page and pulling up the tweet from TMZ. She shoved her phone in Joe’s hand. 

If Joe didn’t feel like shit before, he definitely felt like shit now. He hadn’t even seen anyone with cameras that day. Before he could say anything, before he could explain and beg for her forgiveness, she snatched the phone out of his hand.

Kalea's eyes were burning with anger and hurt. "Four months. Four months of silence, and then I see this?” She scoffed, shaking her head as she started to back away from him. “Just –, leave me alone.” She whispered, giving him one last longing look before walking away from him. 

Joe’s heart ached as he watched her leave, the depth of his mistakes more apparent than ever. He wanted to call out to her, to explain, to make things right, but the weight of his actions left him paralyzed.

Where will you go now? Now that you're done with me Where will you go now? Now that you're done with me Where will you go now? Now that you're done with me Where will you go now? Now that you're done- 'Til further notice 'Til further notice 'Til further notice (we'll keep you posted) 'Til further notice (I'll keep you posted)

WooHoo! Finally

I'm debating on making a part two. But I kinda like how I left it. .. sike, y'all know there's definitely gonna be a part two.

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# RAFE CAMERON — L’AMOUR DE MA VIE !

MASTERLIST !

REQUEST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ once upon a time rafe was the love of your life, now he's just somebody you knew.

002. WARNINGS !

✯ angst, cursing, drinking, probably (definitely) ooc rafe but we move.

003. NOTE !

✯ first rafe fic!!! requests are open for him so please leave any ideas you have (angst, fluff & smut) cause your girl is inspireddd l i can't tell if this is good but oh well, that's what i get for writing this late at night. leave a comment or a reblog if you liked this! (had to repost lol)

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The room felt heavier than before, all of the bodies around you made you want to crawl out of your skin and run away from the party. 

Rafe had his arm slung around a girl, her soft smile as she looked up at him made you want to puke. Or perhaps it was the alcohol. The feelings and drinks blended into each other, a concoction you were currently hating.

It was not right. Just a few months ago he was swearing his profound love for you, and now… Now he had found someone else. Someone who would fill the void you left, if there ever was one.

“Hey, there…” You heard a guy speak to your ear, his hot breath making you shudder.

“Huh?” Your brows furrow as you try to make out who’s talking to you but your vision is hazy. 

“You’re cute, wanna go outside?” The guy, who you did not recognize, smirked as he looked at you. He placed a hand on your waist, turning you around so you were right in front of him and effectively taking Rafe out of your line of sight.

The question almost made you gag, was this your life now that you were single? You hoped not.

“Why… Why would l wanna go outside?” You slurred, ignoring the feeling of being looked at. Like someone was trying to make you combust with just their gaze.

“I think you know,” he whispers, leaning in as if he were going to kiss you. 

You shook your head slightly, trying to push him away from you. “I want to go home,” 

“I can take you home,” he offered. “Or better, back to mine.” 

Suddenly, you felt someone pull you away from the guy. It didn’t take long for you to recognise the chest you were resting against, the hand grabbing your waist and the rough voice as he addressed the guy. 

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Rafe sneered at the guy, “You like taking advantage of drunk girls?”

“Hey man, didn’t know she was with you,” he said, raising his hands up as if that was the issue at hand.

“Doesn’t matter if she is,” he said harshly. “She’s drunk as fuck and you still wanted to take her back to your place.”

“Yeah, okay,” the guy rolled his eyes and started to walk away, as if he was annoyed at Rafe for pointing out his sleazy ways and cutting short his chance at a hookup.

You made a noise of protest when Rafe took his hand off your waist, which promptly made him place it back on it. Still, he wasn’t letting off on the guy. He never really did know when to back off.

“Next time I see you doing this shit I’m breaking your face!” He barked at the guy, making some heads turn at the commotion. 

“You didn’t have to do that… I’m not yours anymore,” you muttered, blinking as you tried to clear up the fog you were feeling. 

“Doesn’t matter, he was being a creep,” his voice was nicer, softer than before and it made your insides feel all fuzzy. 

You sighed, leaning more into Rafe’s chest, the smell of his cologne was so familiar, grounding you in the chaos of the party. He held you steady, and for a moment, you almost forgot where you were. Almost.

“Rafe, I’m fine,” you whispered, though your words didn’t sound as convincing as you hoped. The world still swayed slightly, and even though you hated to admit it, you needed him right now.

Rafe didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he kept his grip on you firm, his fingers pressing lightly against your waist as if reassuring himself that you were still there. The silence between you stretched, only filled by the loud music of the party and the occasional laugh of people passing by. You felt your head clear slightly, but the emotions were still a muddled mess inside you.

“I didn’t ask for your help,” you murmured, looking anywhere but at him.

“I know,” he replied simply. His voice was calm now, devoid of the anger from before, as if the guy bothering you had never existed.

You finally turned to face him, taking in the familiar features that once made your heart race but now only brought confusion. “Why are you doing this? You’re with her now.” Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but the question weighed heavy between you two.

Rafe’s jaw clenched slightly as he stared ahead. “I don’t know,” he admitted after a long pause. “But I couldn’t just let him take you.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say next. The lines between you and him were so blurred now, tangled with old feelings and unspoken words. You weren’t sure if you wanted to unravel them or just let them be. 

For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, suspended in the strange in-between space—somewhere between the past and whatever this was now. The party raged on in the background, but it felt distant, like white noise. All you could focus on was Rafe and the tension hanging between you both.

“Go back to your girlfriend,” you whispered, breaking the silence between you. The feeling of his touch on you was too much to bear, it reminded you of all the reasons why you fell in love with him and all the reasons why you broke up.

Rafe’s grip on your waist loosened slightly at your words, but he didn’t let go. He was holding on, maybe out of habit, maybe out of some twisted sense of obligation. You couldn’t tell, and you weren’t quite sure you wanted to know. The weight of his touch felt heavier now, like it carried all the things left unsaid between you; the apologies he never made and the lies you told yourself to survive the breakup.

“I’m serious, Rafe,” you continued, your voice wavering, but you pushed through. “Go back to her. You’ve moved on, right? Isn’t that what this is?” You tried to sound indifferent, but your voice cracked ever so slightly and he noticed immediately.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Is all he could muster, perhaps it was a pathetic response but it was better than nothing, right? He knew how much you hated his silence, the unspoken words and the way he pushed his feelings down. 

You stared at him, processing what he had just said. “She’s not your girlfriend?” you repeated, your voice flat, masking the confusion and the small flicker of something you didn’t want to acknowledge—hope.

Rafe shook his head slightly, his jaw tight. “No. She’s… it’s not like that.”

You let out a sharp, bitter laugh, unable to contain it. “Then what is it like, Rafe? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’ve moved on pretty easily.” You didn’t want to sound hurt, but you couldn’t help it. 

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face like he was trying to buy time. “She’s… she’s not you.”

“And yet you parade her around,” you said harshly, “What happened to never moving on?” 

Rafe winced at your words, clearly feeling the sting of them. “It’s not like that,” he repeated, his voice sounding weaker this time, as if he didn't even believe what he was saying.

You crossed your arms, trying to keep the vulnerability out of your voice, but the hurt was bubbling up, impossible to contain. “You said you’d never move on, never fall in love again because of me. But now you’re here, acting like those words never even mattered.”

It shouldn’t have shocked you that he could so easily lie, it was just who he was, but it hurt. You were always the one taking the brunt of his emotions, while he recovered seamlessly. 

“Am I just supposed to wait around for you forever?” He shot back, his voice raising slightly, “I spent weeks trying to figure out how to be okay without you, pretending like nothing happened when all I wanted was you.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening at his words. There was a part of you that hated hearing him admit how much he struggled, how much it had affected him.

“I didn’t ask you to wait for me, Rafe,” you said, your voice quieter now, almost broken. “I just didn’t think you’d move on so quickly.”

He looked at you, his expression softening slightly. “It wasn’t quick. It felt like forever. And none of it… none of it means anything without you.”

You opened your mouth to respond but found yourself at a loss for words. His admission hung heavy between you, like an unspoken truth you both had been avoiding. He took a step closer, his hand still resting on your waist, and you could feel the heat of his body, the familiar pull you had tried so hard to ignore.

“I don’t want her,” Rafe whispered, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear him over the music. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

Your heart raced, torn between longing and disbelief. “Rafe,” you breathed, feeling the weight of his words crash down on you. They should have felt like a lifeline, but instead, they twisted in your chest

“I don’t know if I can believe that anymore,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “You moved on so fast. You made it look easy.”

Rafe’s gaze faltered, a flicker of hurt crossing his face. “It wasn’t easy,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “I tried to forget you, but I can’t. I just… I keep comparing everyone to you. No one comes close.”

You stepped back, needing to create space, even though every part of you screamed to close the distance. “But what does that matter now? You’re with her. You’re moving on,” you said, your words tinged with bitterness. “You’re here with someone else, Rafe.”

He looked down, his jaw clenched tightly as he struggled to find the right words. “She’s just a distraction. I don’t want her… I want you.”

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to breathe. “But you’re with her,” you said again, your voice shaking. “You’re making a choice by being with someone else.”

“I thought I had to move on,” he admitted, frustration and desperation mingling in his tone. “I thought that’s what you wanted. But I realized I was only fooling myself.”

Your heart raced, torn between longing and disbelief. “You thought you had to move on?” you repeated, your voice thick with emotion. “What does that even mean? You can’t just use someone else to forget me, Rafe. That’s not fair to either of us.”

He stepped closer, desperation in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought maybe if I found someone new, I could forget the past. But I can’t. I keep seeing your face, hearing your laugh—it doesn’t go away.”

You shook your head, trying to process his words while feeling the hurt swell inside you. “And what about her? What about the time you spent with her?”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” he replied, his voice low. “I’ve just been pretending, trying to convince myself that I can let you go. But every time I see you, it all comes flooding back.”

His confession pierced through you like a knife, the truth of his feelings washing over you in waves. But even as you felt a flicker of hope, the bitterness of betrayal lingered. “And you think that’s enough? That you can just turn your feelings on and off like a switch?”

His expression shifted, a mix of frustration and regret shadowing his features. “I didn’t want it to be like this! I was trying to move on for both of us, but it didn’t work. I realize now that I just hurt you more.”

“Move on for both of us?” you spat, incredulity lacing your tone. “You think pretending to be happy with someone else was going to help me? You think that’s what I wanted?”

“I thought if I could just find someone else to fill the space you left—”

“Fill the space I left?” you interrupted, disbelief flooding your words. “You can’t just replace me like I’m some old shirt you’re done wearing! I was your girlfriend, your partner, and you just tossed that aside because it was easier than dealing with your feelings.”

His frustration peaked, and he clenched his fists at his sides. “You think I wanted to toss you aside?” he shot back, anger flickering in his eyes. “I didn’t know how to deal with the pain of losing you… I thought I was being strong by moving on!”

“Strong?” you repeated incredulously, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “That’s not being strong, Rafe, that’s being a coward. You couldn’t face your feelings, so you ran from them. You thought you could just fill the void with someone else, and now look where we are—arguing in the middle of a party while you cling to me like I’m your last lifeline.”

“Don’t act like you’re so innocent in this,” he countered, his voice rising with each word. “You didn’t want to fight for us either. You walked away first, remember? You made your choice, too!”

“Because I was tired of fighting a battle that was already lost!” you snapped back, frustration bubbling over. “I couldn’t keep doing this, holding onto someone who didn’t want to be held. And you—” you pointed a finger at him, your voice shaking with emotion, “you just made it worse by trying to move on without actually letting go!”

He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his anger. “You don’t understand! I was lost without you. I thought if I could find someone else, it would make me feel better. But it didn’t. All it did was remind me of how much I needed you. And now, here I am, stuck in this mess.”

You felt a rush of emotions—a mix of anger, pain, and something else that felt like desperation. “And what do you expect me to do about it? Just forget everything and take you back… You think that’s going to magically fix all the hurt you caused?”

“I don’t know!” he admitted, his voice a mixture of frustration and sadness. “I just know I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you in my life.”

“Then stop pretending!” you shouted, your voice cutting through the noise of the party. “But don’t expect me to just jump back in like nothing happened. I need time. You’ve hurt me too much for that.”

His eyes softened, but there was still an edge of frustration there. “And how long is that going to take? Weeks? Months? What if you never come back to me?”

“Maybe I won’t!” you fired back, the truth of your words cutting deeper than you intended. “Maybe I’ll realise that I deserve better than someone who thinks they can just toy with my feelings because they’re scared.”

Rafe’s face hardened, the hurt flashing across his features quickly replaced by pride. “So that’s it then? You’re just going to give up on us?”

Your chest heaved as you tried to come up with some comeback, something that would make you seem as strong as you wished you were. But you had nothing. 

“I think it’s best if I leave,” you say after a moment of silence, fully pulling away from him and brushing a hand through your hair.

“Wait, don’t—” he started, stepping forward, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“Just let me go, Rafe,” you insisted, your voice shaking slightly. “I can’t keep doing this. This back-and-forth… it’s tearing me apart.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but the words faltered. Instead, he stood there, frustration and desperation etching deep lines on his face. “You can’t just walk away from everything we’ve been through. I thought we were better than this!”

You felt anger rise within you, fueled by the hurt that had been building since the moment you realized he’d moved on without you. “Better than what? This fucking mess where you pretend to be fine while I’m left picking up the pieces? You think that’s what love looks like?”

Rafe’s eyes flashed with something between pain and anger. “You know what? Go. Leave like you always do; it’s what you do best.”

His words cut deep, the sneer on his face making you remember all the reasons you broke up in the first place. “You think I wanted to leave? You think this is easy for me?” you shot back, voice trembling. “I didn’t choose to walk away; I was forced to because you made me feel like I didn’t matter.”

“Maybe you don’t,” he replied, bitterness dripping from his words.

“Wow,” you whisper, feeling sober than before. You don’t know if his words are from the heat of the moment, but he makes them sound so real that the idea vanishes as quickly as it came. 

The expression on his face shifts, a flash of regret crossing his features as he processes his words. He opens his mouth as if to take them back, but the damage is done. “I didn’t mean that,” he says, though the conviction in his voice is weak.

“Didn’t you?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “Because it sure sounds like you did.”

His gaze drops to the floor, and you can see the internal battle raging within him. “I’m just—” he starts, then stops, as if he can’t find the right way to continue.

“Just what, Rafe?” you press, your heart racing as the weight of the moment settles over you. “Just trying to push me away? Because if that’s your goal, congratulations. You’ve succeeded.”

Rafe’s face hardens, and you can see the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “That’s not fair,” he snaps, his voice sharp. “I’ve been trying to figure this out just like you. I didn’t want any of this to happen!”

“And yet here we are,” you retort, anger flaring within you.

You look at him, feeling the familiarity of fighting with him. It hurts to admit that it’s all you really know what to do, it is almost natural for you both. 

He’s not perfect, and neither are you. But together? It’s like all those imperfections amplify and nothing else matters. You can both see the other in ways no one else can, and perhaps that’s what is so scary. 

“I’m leaving,” you say, trying to calm down and gather any semblance of stability to leave this damn party. To leave Rafe, once and for all.

He doesn’t move, his eyes still locked on you, but the hurt in his expression softens the anger that once burned so brightly. “You think walking away is the answer? Just running from everything?”

“It’s the only thing I can do right now,” you reply, your voice trembling with emotion. “Every time I’m around you, I remember what it felt like when it was good, but I can’t ignore the pain anymore. It’s suffocating me.”

Rafe takes a step closer, desperation creeping into his voice. “But we can fix this! Just… just give me a chance to show you that I can be better.”

You shake your head, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. “You say that now, but I need more than promises. Because right now, all I see are words that lead to more hurt.”

Silence hangs between you, thick with unresolved feelings and unspoken words. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over. You take a shaky breath, steadying yourself. “I can’t do this anymore, Rafe. I don’t want to keep fighting for something that feels so broken.”

His expression falters, and for a moment, you see the boy you fell in love with—vulnerable, scared, and desperate to reach out. “Please,” he whispers, the vulnerability in his voice making your heart ache. “Don’t give up on us.”

But you feel your resolve harden, the anger turning into a sorrow that feels all too familiar. “I think I already have,” you admit slowly, your voice breaking.

You turn to leave, the weight of his gaze pressing on your back. Each step feels heavy, as if you’re leaving behind pieces of yourself that were once so intertwined with him. But with every step away, you can feel the suffocating fog begin to lift, the finality of your decision becoming more clear.

When you finally step out into the cool night air, a weight lift off your shoulders. You leave the warmth of the party—and him—behind. The further you walk away the more your decision settles in, bittersweet and heavy. You know you’re not perfect, and neither is he, but for the first time in a long while, you’re choosing yourself over the chaos of your past.

And that feels like a victory, however small.

[lovewireds]

been meaning to post my designs for these little guys forever. insane splatoon rambling under cut to explain design choices and lore related things ... read my autism boy

btw this is a repost from our art side blog this was written and drawn like months ago <- minorly rewrote some things tho

thx splatoon users drfreeman & drcoolatta for fueling my splatvrai autism brainrot ... i hate u /J

GORDON

idk how to explain this but Theoretical Physicist is inkling coded . maybe its cuz splatoon species social hierarchy

Native ink color is Orange, but he has Dark Brown tentacle roots.

Uses custom weapons to attach in place of his prosthetic; It works best with Splatlings but can be adjusted to attach other weapons.

If the thing above didn't make it obvious, he's a Splatling main. He switches out depending on his mood though.

sighhhhh technically an Agent... stares at the ceiling...Main character...

His arm loss is like pretty much the same as in-canon but it's with the octarian army shrugs. don't ask me why he doesn't just regenerate it cuz hes a squid thats for me to know and you to find out. (get partially sanitized loser)

Born & Raised in Inkopolis pre-splashtags; He wasn't informed of the switch to Splashtags being expected when participating in most activities around Inkadia.

TOMMY

I forgot why i made him an inkling why did i do that. I think it was bc i didnt wanna make them all octolings but i was wrong srry we all make mistakes /hj I ALREADY REDREW HIM ONCE IM NTO DOING IT AGAINNN

Native ink color is orange-brown.

His hat has an eye guard for sensory reasons; He covers up as much of his skin as possible because he doesn't like the feeling of foreign ink on him.

He isn't a specific weapon main, he just uses any long-range weapon to minimize the possibility of getting ink on himself. If he has enough guarding, he prefers to use N-ZAP '89.

Makes his own gear for sensory reasons as well :) It's legal when ur dad's the G-Man.

Exclusively plays in Turf Wars, Anarchy Battles, etc with friends. He hates playing with people he doesn't know.

Born in Splatsville !! He feels like a Splatsville resident. His occupation is resident I cannot imagine him doing Anything

His dad is that creepy curtain in one of flounder heights windows /j

BENR(E)Y

Octoling bc I wanted him to be sanitized :) Other than the visual part of being sanitized, I thought him being clinically dead fits /hj also lore reasons below

Pre-sanitization, his native ink color was blue.

Great Turf War veteran; He didn't do anything in the war itself, he was just enlisted lol. He was primarily security for the Octarian Domes in the years after the war. Yes, that also means he is over 100 years old.

"Raised" (debatably) in Octo Canyon.

E-liter main (4-star Base + 5-star Scope) and avid squidbagger. He also uses any heavyweight weapons (dynamo, tenta, etc)

Absolutely hates working at Grizzco, he only does Turf Wars and Anarchy Battles. He only works at Grizzco during Big Runs. The type of guy that does X battles.

Professional Anarchy / Ranked / X Battler btw. That's literally 90% of what he does.

Got on Gordon's azz over him not having a Splashtag; i wonder what that parallels.

BUBBY

Genuinely don't have a lot to say about his design. He gives off Splatoon 2 Octoling vibes (showoff /hj) also i wanted to make his hair wispy like it should be.

Native ink color is a light blue-gray gradient.

The drawing doesn't give it credit but I swear those are glasses not goggles .. they're opaque-colored slanted oval glasses !! ^_^ u can interpret them as spiked or just eyelashes, both are right.

oh also the text under bubby says "Is Best" in some splatoon font we downloaded awhile ago . i think it was ripped from splatnet

Blaster main. I don't know how to explain this one but it feels right.

helps with the practical Map props (ie ink rails) and with some weapon gear manufacturing ^_^ tech guy

COOMER

Was going to make him an Octoling for the convenience of making his hair curly but i didn't want to make all of them octolings + i think his personality generally fits Inklings more.

Native ink color is an off white gradient.

Slosher main cuz he likes moving his arms. this makes sense to me. Also is a fan of Splatlings and other Shooters.

i felt ill trying to design coomer without making his eyes two lines with eyelids

War Veteran...Stole some octarian tech and got fucked up super limbs. Cyber Inkling stealing from octos !! [inkadia crowd goes wild] /j

anyways outside of the war™ he's a data researcher. just generally. he does shit with splatfests and eggstra work.

If you splashed him with ink he would stand unmoving. He would not shake it off.

DARNOLD

Ok i'll be honest the Octoling choice is primarily bc Octolings have the afro style & inklings have no textured hair styles (i didnt have the energy to design smth that could work) . His personality fits octoling too though :3

Native ink color is red-orange.

The fucked up guy that makes those drink effects people never use ( i use them ... )

He doesn't participate in Turf Wars or Anarchy Battles, but he works some gigs at Grizzco for extra cash every once in awhile !

the type of guy that goes after flyfish cuz no one else will . god bles !!!

not a lot to say about his design & his place in inkadia , it kinda speak for itself . he just wants to get by and make his drinks in peace . #autism ... he is pretty much exactly the same as his canon self

[choiseungcheolprincess]

More Than Friends// Choi Seungcheol

Bestfriend!Choi Seungcheolxafab!Black!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: You've been best friends for years. You can't imagine life without him. You don't know when the lines blurred, but you start to wonder are you the only one who feels this way?

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warning: Spit play, Praising, Fingering, Oral Use of nicknames (good girl, princess, baby girl)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞

A/N: Helloooo! Enjoy, like, and repost whatever you feel is right!- Cherry 🍒

I've been friends with Seungcheol for a while. He's been there for me when I needed him the most after the conversation at his apartment. The guy just finished practicing and wanted to eat and have drinks. Cheol called me and asked if I wanted to join them. I said yes of course. We were all sitting there listening to the stories of how Hoshi is intimidating while practicing for this comeback. I got up to get some food until Cheol stopped me and made me sit back down and made me a plate of food. 

"You guys operate like a couple," Jeonghan said sipping his beer. Everyone hummed agreeance. Seungkwan looked at me. 

"Your friendship dynamic changed. All we are saying is something changed." 

"What if you guys are soul mates!" Soonyoung said. I laughed 

"What is it with you and the soulmates theory Soonyoung?" 

"I mean everyone has one, platonic or romantic. What if you and Seungcheol Hyung are romantic soulmates" 

"Ignore him he's drunk," Mingyu said

"Am not!" Soonyoung said pouting then turning to Wonwoo to kiss him. Wonwoo just patted him on the head. 

No one said anything else, I knew they were right. I just don't know what happened to make the lines blurred. Was it before or after I found out my ex-boyfriend was cheating on me? That was six months ago: 

Me and my boyfriend were supposed to meet up for a date until he canceled on me. He said he had a bad day at work so I decided to go to his house and cook him some food. That was until I got to his apartment only to find him in bed with a co-worker. Heartbroken and unable to see through the tears. I called Cheol who immediately came to get me. Of course, my ex-boyfriend follows me out of the building at the exact time Cheol is pulling up and getting out of the car. 

"Oh of course you call him! You can't get mad at me for cheating when something is going on between you too!" He shouted out. Cheol helped me get into the car and then turned around to face the pathetic excuse of a man. I don't know exactly what was said, but seeing Cheol angry was not something you see all the time, but when he is. It's scary. After watching my ex-boyfriend's face change Cheol walked away and got into the car without saying a word and drove off. Playing with my bracelet trying to calm down, Cheol grabbed my hand and glanced over. 

"Are you okay, Princess?" He said softly. I shrugged. He pulled into an empty parking lot when tears began running down my face unbuckling his seat beat then leaned his seat back

"Cheol what are you doing?" I questioned he just ignored me, picking me up and over the center console and onto his lap allowing me to cry in his shirt, which was white. 

"Your shirt has makeup all on it," I said, sniffing. 

"I don't care, you need someone to cry on, and I'm here. If you care so much I'll take it off" He said I hit his shoulder making him laugh. One of his hands was placed on my back and the other was running through my hair. When I was done crying I got back into the passenger side, laughing at the stain on his shirt. 

"I'm sorry, about your shirts Cheollie" He looked down seeing the light stain on his shirt. He just laughed along with me. 

"Let's get some food and you can stay at mine tonight," He said I nodded. 

"Sounds good" 

Was that when everything changed? Or was it always like that and I just just just noticed now? Cheol's always been affectionate. His love language is gift-giving and physical touch. He does it with everyone. Was it when your boyfriend forgot your birthday and didn't show up to your dinner but Cheol made sure that you knew he remembered? Especially when he pulled out the jewelry box

"Happy Birthday Y/n" The open box in front of me showed a pinky ring. It was white gold and wrapped in white and pink diamonds. 

"S-seungcheol..." I whispered he just smiled at me gently taking the ring out of the box and sitting next to me tilting the ring a little so I could see the engraving on the inside 'To my princess, my best friend Y/N' and grabbing my hand to the ring on my pinky 

"Y/N-ah, You are one of my best friends. You have seen me at my best and my worst. When you heard of my injury you dropped everything just to be by my side. You ensured I wasn't lonely when everyone went on Nana's tour and I thank you for that. I can never repay you for everything you did for me, but I hope this is a start." 

I was playing with the ring on my pinky. Seungcheol comes back with food. I was placing it on the table in front of us. He handed me some chopsticks. 

"I thought we could share if that's okay" He whispered as I nodded, smiling a little. He sat down next to me. Still, all in my head, he nudges my arm with his shoulder 

“You okay?” He asked me, I just looked at him. When did I start looking at him differently, why haven’t I recognized my feelings for him? 

“Y/n?” I snapped out of my thoughts. I was leaning forward to take a bite of the tteokbokki. 

“Mmm, good,” I said, covering my mouth and chewing. Glaring at Jeonghan and Shua who were laughing. 

I ate in silence. I was listening to how excited they were about their comeback.

“You should do the challenge!”I froze about to eat the pork belly then laughed and shook my head. 

“No way I seen the footwork and there’s no way I can do that” I watched the video of the choreography and the break dance at the end of the song is insane. 

“You can do the bridge,” Seungcheol said they all nodded agreeing with what he said. I would deny it until he looked at me, pleading with his eyes. 

“Okay, teach it to me?” I said looking at him, his eyes softened and he nodded. I smiled taking a sip of water.  One by one everyone started to leave. First Soonyoung and Seungkwan. Shua next, Jihoon soon after. Vernon, Seokmin, and  Minghao, and Junhu. Mingyu and Wonwoo left after they finished their last beer. Jeonghan and Chan were left. Jeonghan looked at Chan who was in his own world at this point and got up Helping the younger and the drunker one up. 

“I’m gonna make sure he gets to his bed,” Jeonghan said leaving me alone with Cheol. We sat in comfortable silence for a moment until he looked at me. 

“You staying the night?” He asked I thought about it for a second then nodded. 

“Can I borrow a shirt?’ I said getting up and walking to his room. Knowing he’ll say yes. I went into his closet and grabbed a shirt, then went to take a shower. After I took a shower, I dried off and put on the shirt. I left the bathroom and found him sitting in the living room. As often as I spent the night in Cheol's apartment, you think I would have extra clothes over here. The only clothes I have are actual day clothes, and undergarments not pajamas, simply because I like wearing his shirts they are big and comfortable. 

“Movie?” I asked

“You pick?” He said. 

“I was gonna tell you to pick” I grabbed the remote, turning the TV on. We both sat down after we cleaned up scrolling through Netflix trying to decide on a movie. 

“Hmmm, do we have to watch a movie?” I asked not finding anything interesting enough to watch and taking the remote from my hands and clicking on the TV Show category. 

“Have you started watching Bridgerton?” He asked glancing over at me. 

“Have you?” I said laughing 

“You know that the only reason I’d watch this is with you,” He said pressing select and starting the first episode of season 3. We sat in silence, Cheol grabbed my legs and rested them on his lap. Running his hand up and my calf  I felt my heart flutter as his finger traced circles on my skin. Eyes focused on the screen. I couldn’t focus on the show anymore, my mind drifted as I felt the warmth of his hands. I felt myself getting turned on as I watched his eyes move up and down my body. I knew I had to stop this, but I couldn't move away.  Episode one is finished now on episode two Halfway through the episode you looked at Cheol. 

‘Tell him..’ a voice inside my head whispered 

“Cheol?” I said making him over at me. 

“Hmm?” He said still rubbing my leg. 

I can do this! I CAN do this right? 

It was the end of the episode and Colin and Pen kissed. I glanced over at Seungcheol who was looking at me. 

“What’s wrong, you’ve been quiet ever since I bought the food out.” He asked I shook my head the words stuck in my throat.  I can do this. I guess. 

“Cheol, I-” I took a deep breath pulling my legs off of him and moving closer to him. He looked concerned. I was playing with the ring on my pinky again. 

“Princess? What’s going on?” He said grabbing my hands. I looked at him biting my lip. Closing my eyes. 

“Seungcheol, we’ve been best friends a long time, right? I can’t imagine my life without you in it if I’m being honest, Cheollie. I don’t know why it took me so long even to realize this but. I-” Stopping to look him in the eyes. 

“I’ve been in love with you for so long. You’re everything I could ever ask for. Caring, protective motivational, and understanding, you take charge when needed and become the one person in my life I know will be there. These last few months being able to be here and be a support system for you watching you work to be back on stage with your members have been inspiring and made in love with you even more. ” 

He just stared at me. No words came out. I could decipher what he was thinking. I slowly moved my hands from his and got up.

“I should go. I’ll see you later?” Moving from him grabbing my phone off the table. His hand quickly grabbed my wrist. Getting looking down at me. 

“Were you going to leave? Without me saying what I have to say. Just gonna run out and pretend those pretty words didn’t come out of that pretty little mouth of yours.” His thumb ran over my lower lip. I sucked in a breath. 

“Princess... I have always been in love with you. Every time I tried to tell you, you were in a relationship or I was dating someone or having a fling, it has always been you baby. The first time you came to watch our concert and just seeing you in the crowd with that smile of yours singing along to all of our songs, you made sure to come to every concert just to show your support not only for me but for my members as well. Every show, every stage when I look at the carats cheering for us, I’m looking for you, you are the one to calm my nerves. You have not only helped me go through one of the toughest times in my life. Babygirl I fell and I fell hard for you ” He stepped closer to me hand on my cheek.  I could feel my heart racing as I looked up into his eyes. He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, my, heart full of joy and hope.  We pulled away, our eyes still locked. He smiled and kissed me again, this time more deeply. I melted into his arms. He sat down pulling me into his lap. Cheol kissed me again, this time passionately. I was lost in the moment, my heart racing as I felt his hands exploring my body. His hands on my hips moving them. Letting me grind against him. He bit down on my lip  I let out a moan of pleasure as his tongue slid into my mouth. We fought for dominance, which he won, of course, We pulled away panting. His shirt was over my waist his fingers digging into my skin.  His lips met mine again, this time with more intensity. His tongue made its way into my mouth, exploring every crevice. I felt my body temperature rise as my heart raced.

“Cheol” I whimpered against his lips as he raised his hips to meet mine. He groaned his hand sliding down my thigh I felt myself getting wetter as my desire for him grew more intense. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. I arched my back to meet his advances, my heart racing as I felt my body trembling with pleasure.  His fingers brushed against my clit, collecting my wetness with his fingers then start to rub my clit. His other hand moved higher, caressing my breasts as his lips continued to explore my neck. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I let out a moan of pleasure as my body quivered. His lips returned to my mouth, his touch sending my mind into overdrive. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax,

“Good girl princess. Tell me what you need”  He whispered against my lips. 

“I-I want your fingers, please” I whimpered body trembling with anticipation. He slowly inserted two fingers into me, his thumb rubbing my clit as his fingers thrusted in and out of me and I began writhing in pleasure. I felt my body tense up as I started to come undone. 

“I’m cumming!” I said. 

“That’s a good girl, use my fingers to cum” His lips returned to mine, and I let out a final moan of pleasure as my body shuddered in ecstasy. When I finally calmed down I tugged on the string of his sweatpants untying it.  He quickly removed his fingers from my pussy and allowed me to take his pants off. He stood there naked, his erection jutting out proudly. ‘Wow, he’s big.’  I thought to myself as I looked up at him with admiration. I reached out and wrapped my small hand around his shaft, feeling it throb in my hand. I slowly began to stroke him, feeling him harden even more.

“Shit, Y/n, make it wet baby. Spit on it, ” He said taking his shirt off and tossing it across the room. Taking my hand and spitting on it wrapping it around him again. 

“Good fucking girl,” He said panting. I smiled softly watching his face twitch in pleasure.  Finally taking him in my mouth slowly watching his mouth drop slightly. 

“Fuuuuuuuck, baby girl,” He said once I took some of him in my mouth. My hand wrapped around the rest.  He looked down at me, biting his lip. Learning what sends shivers up and down his spine. I pulled up to suck on the head of his cock. I started to move my head and hand up and down his cock occasionally deep throating him. 

“Oh, my fuck- so good at that” His raspy voice whispered his hand in my hair. My eyes never left his. 

“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this.” He said, then pulled me away from him. Bending down picked me up and placed me on the couch with him on his knees. Without a warning, his mouth attached to my clit. 

“Oh shit, Cheol!” I cried out my hands in his hair. His fingers slid into me again. Riding his fingers as his mouth worked on my clit had me arching me arching my back. He pulled away still fucking me with his fingers. 

“You don’t know how long I wanted this, princess. To taste you and feel you around me. Now that I know what you taste and feel like…I’m never letting you go” He said curling his fingers and hitting my G-spot over and over again. 

“Fuck, right there!” I moaned, and he smiled teasingly and said 

“Right here, princess? ” I nodded biting my lip, which made him spank my clit lightly 

“F-uck!” I screamed tightening around his fingers 

“Oh- no baby you gonna cum? You need to ask sweetie, let me hear you beg” he said smirking and spanking my clit again. 

“Please, let me cum so you can fuck me Cheollie” My hips meet his fingers in every thrust. His lips wrapped around my clit again making me gasp and whimper. I couldn’t help myself, the aura he gave, the control he had. The word slipped out 

“Daddy! Please can I cum?”  He smirked again before pushing his fingers deeper inside me and sucking and nibbling at my clit, making me moan louder. I felt my orgasm building, my body trembling with pleasure, and when it finally released, I screamed out in pleasure, my body shaking and trembling with pleasure.  I gasped in pleasure, my orgasm finally arriving. He didn't stop, continuing his ministrations until I was spent. Only then did he remove his fingers and lips from me, leaving me in a blissful state.

“Daddy huh?” He said standing up and taking my legs in his hands wrapping them around his waist. Sliding his cock through my lips. 

“Mmmh, please don’t tease me.” He leaned down kissing me. Biting at my lower lip pulling away 

“Beg me to fuck you baby” 

 “Please daddy, fuck me,” I pleaded. His lips curved into a smirk, pushing inside me., back arched gasping out as he bottomed out  He slowly began to thrust in and out, his grip tightening on my hips with each thrust. I moaned in pleasure, my body trembling with pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me, his breath hot against my lips. 

“You, feel so good. Like you were made for me” he groaned out kissing and biting my neck. I moaned out at the pain and pleasure he was giving me. He leaned up took my leg in his hand put it on his shoulder kissing it softly. The angle change made my mouth drop open, 

“Right there daddy, please” I moaned 

“Please what babygirll? Use your words” he said his other hand pinching at my nipple. I couldn’t think straight. My brain can’t even form the thought of what I was asking for.

“Princess, be a good girl and use your words,” He said hand traveling up my chest onto my neck. 

“F-faster please” I cried out. His pace increased, and my moans became louder with each thrust. He leaned down and whispered, his voice low and raspy. 

“Such a good girl, taking all of me. Asking so nicely. I always wondered how much of a good girl you’d be.” I tightened around him making him groan out. 

“Fuck,” Him hitting my g-spot the way he looked like he could spend forever in this position. Turned me on even more. Making me clench around him. 

“You keep doing that I’m gonna cum” He said I smiled and did it again. He groaned his thrusts stuttering. His hold on me tightened, he reached down and rubbed my clit I gasped as I felt him release inside me. Which triggered my orgasm. 

“Daddy!” I screamed out he continued to fuck me through it. He collapsed on top of me, our breathing still heavy. Once he caught his breath he pulled out. I whimpered at the loss of his warmth. I felt him get up he took me in his arms carrying me to his room and then the bathroom and sat me on the toilet. 

“Use the bathroom princess,” He said grabbing a washcloth and wetting it. I used the bathroom grabbed some toilet paper, wiped myself, and stood up. Seungcheol quietly wiped me with the washcloth and cleaned himself off picking me up again and leaving the bathroom. Walking towards his bed laying down with me on top of him. 

“You’re mine now baby girl, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon”