#I just don’t know who that is in the mirror but it’s not me and I can’t accept it. I’ve been trying so hard but I can’t

[hoshifighting]

Hi. I love your writings. After I discovered Tumblr and your account... I don't know if I've had any day without coming back here... I had a request.

Bathroom sex with Minghao. It has been going on in my mind all day... Either bathtub or shower.

Even though he's not so masculine like others... I feel like he has an incredible core strength. So maybe putting the reader against the wall? Also if you're comfortable, could you add the reader as someone who's overweight and gets insecure from time to time.

It's like Minghao is comforting them through showing how beautiful they are through intimacy? Feels like something he would do.

Love your writing. Take care

bath sex with minghao

WARNINGS: bath sex, insecurities, praising, nipple sucking, penetrative sex, a tear dropping here or there...

a/n: thank you my love for making me part of your routine 😭🙏 I luv seeing you here, you are soooo sweet!! sorry for making u wait for so long 🥺 love you too, take care of yourself, and drink lots of water plsss

you’d been spiraling about it all damn day. the way minghao’s hands just felt—long fingers brushing your skin in passing, his touch so casual but also so intentional. it stuck to you like a tattoo, made your brain fuzzy. you didn’t even realize it, but the itch of your insecurities had been gnawing at you. maybe it was that girl in line earlier with the perfect ass and the confidence to match, or maybe it was just the mirror, the way it always reflected every single thing you couldn’t fix.

but minghao sees you, actually sees you, and it ruins you every time.

“you’ve been quiet all day,” he says from the bathroom doorway, his head tilted like he’s already piecing you apart, trying to read the shit you don’t say. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

you don’t answer right away—can’t, really—because he’s standing there in just his sweatpants, waistband hanging low, hair still damp from his post-workout shower. fucking unreal. and you hate it, the way you almost flinch at the word “pretty,” because yeah, he means it, but your brain won’t let you believe it.

“nothing,” you lie, but your voice cracks. his eyes narrow.

“bullshit.”

you huff, looking anywhere but him. “it’s not a big deal. just—ugh, i don’t know, okay? can we not do this tonight?”

but of course, minghao doesn’t take that. doesn’t let you slip into your head and drown in it. instead, he steps in, closing the door softly behind him, like he’s locking the world out. “you know you can’t bullshit me, baby. talk to me.”

and then he’s right in front of you, hands sliding over your arms, thumbs skimming your skin like he’s earthing you.

you mumble, “i just—i don’t feel good today, okay? like… about myself.”

his brows pull together, and you hate that he looks hurt on your behalf. “y/n,” he says, his voice softer now, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“you wouldn’t get it,” you mutter, but the words catch when he lifts your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“try me.”

and fuck, he’s patient, doesn’t rush you, just waits while his thumbs start rubbing little circles on your hips. finally, you crack. “i just… sometimes it’s hard, okay? i see all these girls who look perfect, and then there’s me. i don’t even know why you—”

“don’t,” he cuts you off, firmly. “don’t finsh it, don’t do that. don’t talk about yourself like that. do you know how fucking beautiful you are? like, actually?”

you laugh, but it’s bitter, because it’s not something you believe. “hao—”

he doesn’t let you finish, leaning in to kiss you, like he’s trying to rewrite whatever nonsense’s looping in your head. his lips move with yours, one hand sliding up your back, the other curling around your waist, and it’s so easy to melt into him, to forget everything else.

“i’m serious,” he murmurs against your mouth. “you’re the most gorgeous person i’ve ever seen. i love every. fucking. inch. of you.”

you want to argue, but then his hands are tugging at your shirt, and the air shifts. he pulls back just enough to look at you. “can i?”

your nod is shaky, he peels your shirt off like it’s a ritual, and when he sees the hesitance in your eyes, he leans in to kiss your shoulder, your collarbone, every patch of skin he uncovers.

he’s backing you up against the shower wall, his breath hot against your neck as he trails kisses down your jaw.

“hao,” you whisper, barely able to get the word out before he’s hooking your legs around his waist, his strength catching you like it’s nothing. “wait, i’m—”

“you’re fucking stunning,” he says, cutting you off, his lips crashing into yours again. “and i’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

the sound of the water hitting the tile was loud, drowning out every thought in your head except him. minghao was everywhere—hands firm on your thighs, lips pressed to your chest, tongue teasing your nipples until you were squirming. the spray soaked through what little clothing you both had left, making the fabric cling before he shoved his pants and boxers down with one hand, the wet heap hitting the floor with an exaggerated plop.

“didn’t know your pants were that heavy,” you giggled. he smirked before leaning in to kiss you again.

“focus,” he murmured. his hips pressed forward, and you gasped when his cock brushed against your pussy—hard and ready, like it always was when it came to you. it was one of those things that made you feel… better, somehow. like maybe he really did mean all the things he said about how he wanted you, how he needed you. not that you’d ever admit it—god, no, he’d never let you live it down.

you squirmed against him, suddenly hyperaware of how high he had you hoisted. “hao, i—”

“relax,” he interrupted. “i’ve got you.”

“but what if—what if i fall?”

his jaw tensed, his hands tightened on you. “you won’t fall, y/n. do you trust me?”

you nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. his eyes narrowed. “say it.”

your voice cracked. “i trust you.”

“good,” he said, but there was a shimmer of guilt in his expression when he saw the tears welling in your eyes. his voice softened immediately. “hey, baby—fuck, i’m sorry. didn’t mean to sound so harsh. you’re safe, okay? i promise.”

his lips brushed your cheek, catching the tear that spilled over, and you sniffled, clinging to him tighter. his forehead pressed to yours as he whispered, “you’re safe with me. i swear.”

and then he rolled his hips, sliding into you, and whatever insecurity you’d been holding onto was gone—just gone. all you could feel was him, thick and deep, stretching you until your head spun. he groaned, his breath hitching as he bottomed out. “you feel so fucking good, baby. perfect. perfect.”

your fingers dug into his shoulders, a whimper slipping past your lips as he pulled back and thrust again, deep. the angle made you gasp, made your whole body shake in his arms. “hao,” you choked out, overwhelmed, and he just smiled against your neck.

“that’s it babe,” he murmured, picking up his pace, his hips slapping against yours. “see? i told you, baby. you don’t have to worry about anything. i’ve got you. always.”

his words melted into the steam around you, and soon you weren’t sure if it was water or sweat trailing down your body. he fucked you, his grip on you steady and unrelenting, making it impossible to think about anything but the way he filled you, the way he made you feel like you were his.

“shit—fuck, hao, i’m gonna—”

“i know,” he cut in, his voice thick and breathless, but that smug grin never wavered. “let go for me, baby. you’re so fucking beautiful when you cum. let me see you.”

and when you did—when your body clenched around him and your moan echoed in the steam-filled space—he followed right after, his hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go. his head fell to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he held you close, neither of you caring about the water still raining down around you.

“see?” he said after a moment, pulling back enough to look at you. his smile was soft now, tender. “told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”

[gotta-winwin]

(🎄) ... mirth and good cheer - xmas special teaser

⭐ starring: vernon

🎄preview: vernon used to fly back to new york every christmas for one reason only: his childhood best friend. christmas used to be his and y/n’s thing, until he got seemingly too busy to ever return. now, as y/n departs to korea for the first time, she can’t help but wonder if her and vernon would ever cross paths again. vernon, unbeknownst to her, has been wondering the exact same thing. as the boys set up their christmas tree in their dorm, he does his best to ignore how hints of y/n still seemed to linger throughout the holiday air. 

tw/cw: idol!vernon x nonidol!reader, childhood friends to lovers, estranged friends, slight miscommunication, fluff, slight angst, best christmas romcom vibes, features svt members, stubborn!reader, equallystubborn!vernon, use of y/n, flips between past and present day

🐻‍❄️ release date: christmas day

☁️ masterlist & a/n: dropping a vernon x reader fic for our xmas special! doesn't vernon just scream childhood bestie to lover (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ i just know i'm going to have sm fun writing this cuz the dynamic is so interesting! its already giving christmas romcom vibes and omg you guys are not ready.

11 DAYS FROM CHRISTMAS 2024:

“That’s not how it’s supposed to work.” Mingyu slapped Vernon’s hand away from the tree they were decorating. “It’s supposed to be symmetrical, not whatever you’re doing.”

Vernon had to admit he wasn’t really paying attention. Their dorm auntie, the one who came around once a week to clean up the place, had baked them gingerbread men as a Christmas gift, and the smell felt like it had seeped into the walls of their dorm. It was a nostalgic smell, one that took him back to his childhood, new york and-

“Vernon?” Mingyu waved a hand in front of his face. “Are you even listening right now?”

He blinked, brought back from his thoughts. “Sorry, hyung. What?”

Mingyu could only let out a deep sigh, moving to place the bauble where he intended it to be. “You’re like this every Christmas. If you miss her so much, why don’t you just fly back?”

Vernon didn’t really know why he wasn’t flying back. He certainly could be, they were off work for the holidays and a plane ticket back wasn’t hard to find. He would be doing himself a favor, putting himself out of misery and finally seeing his childhood best friend. The thing was, he wasn’t really sure if Y/N wanted to see him. He shrugged. “I don’t miss her.” It was a lie and everyone in the room knew it. 

CHRISTMAS DAY 2003: 

Everyone who knew either of them would say they were smart kids for their age. Both only five, they whispered secrets to each other like little middle schoolers would on the playground. 

“My parents say I’m going to Korea.” Vernon whispered to Y/N as they watched a christmas movie. “Forever.” Vernon always had a dramatic, theatrical side to him, even as a child.

Y/N could only frown. “Forever? Why?” She couldn’t imagine her best friend moving anywhere without her. “Am I going too?” 

Vernon mirrored her frown on his own face. “I don’t know.” Sensing her sadness, he reached over and gave her a hug. “I’ll visit every year.” He promised. 

“Every christmas.” Y/N insisted. She had always loved christmas above all else. “So we can watch movies again.”

Vernon agreed. “Okay. Every christmas. It’ll be like-” He paused, his young mind searching for the word. “Tradition.” He smiled at her, proud of the big word. 

“Promise?” Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, reaching out with her pinky, extended. “Pinky promise me.” 

Vernon grasped her pinky with his, shaking it firmly. He felt like a grown up, making one of those important business deals. “I promise.” Turning back to the screen, he let out a whine when he realized they had missed the best part. “We missed the part where the grinch screams down the mountain.” He complained. “I wanted to watch that part.”

Y/N got up, searching for the remote. “I’ll turn it back.” 

Their dynamic never changed, even as they grew older. Vernon walked through life, Y/N following behind him with eyes filled with admiration, gently nudging the boy whenever he got distracted and began walking off-track. It stayed that way even with the distance, until one Christmas, Y/N woke up and Vernon had not returned. 

CHRISTMAS DAY 2016:

“Mom?” Y/N called as she walked slowly down the stairs. She had returned home from university for the holidays and was confused when Vernon wasn’t at his usual spot to welcome her home. “Where’s Vernon?” He was usually back from Korea by now.

She didn’t like the look of pity her mother was giving her. “He didn’t tell you, honey? He’s been so busy with work, looks like he can’t fly back to join us for christmas this year.”

She felt her heart sink. She had been looking forward to spending time with him, even if it was just a couple of days out of the year. “Oh.” Of course, she understood. His work was important and she was sure the kpop industry couldn’t be easy. “That’s okay. I guess he must’ve been too busy to tell me.” 

--

“What are you still doing here?” Joshua frowned at Vernon, who was lying down on his bed. “Shouldn’t you be in New York by now?” He was used to Vernon flying back to New York every christmas since they had met. 

Vernon let out a huff. “Not going back this year, Josh.” 

“Why not?” His friend pressed, confused. Vernon was usually so excited to go back. “Isn’t your friend going to be sad?”

“I can’t miss any more practice before our comeback. One Christmas should be fine.” Vernon explained, although his voice betrayed his disappointment. He had been looking forward to going back home, to be able to see Y/N again. He thought to himself that one christmas couldn’t hurt, right?

One christmas missed turned into two. Then four. Then the timing felt too long and awkward and Vernon just never got the confidence to ever go back.

10 DAYS FROM CHRISTMAS 2024: 

Korea was beautiful underneath a sheet of snow. Y/N had landed last night, having made up her mind to give living in Korea a try. Ever since graduating university and landing a job as a screenwriter, her friends and family had always urged her to try working for the Korean film scene. 

She supposed she had always just avoided the country because of Vernon.

Her new job writing for some K-drama started after New Years. She thought maybe spending Christmas in a new place would bring back the mirth and good cheer the holiday used to give her, but she knew she was here for a different reason. A selfish and pathetic one. It burned her, that a part of her still wished to bump into Vernon after all these years. She knew he was doing well, SEVENTEEN was soaring through new heights and she had kept tabs on his ongoing success. It was the only way she kept going: his large internet presence sometimes made it feel like he never even left at all.

It hurt her the most that he could be doing so well without ever seeing her again.

Rounding the corner to the coffee shop, she rubbed her raw hands to regain heat. Ordering, she was relieved to find out she could still hold a conversation in Korean. It had gone rusty, the only people she ever used Korean with back home was Vernon’s dad and sister. 

“Hello?” Someone from behind her tapped her on the shoulder. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

[starrrcane]

Club lights

Abby Anderson x reader

warnings: reader has a boyfriend(🤢), and is quite insecure about their self, lesbian sex, a little bit of alcohol(since it’s set in a bar/club). Reader cheats on her bf

summary: modern!AU Abby Anderson helping reader discover a new version of theirself .

notes: this probably has a million typos pls leave me alone😞😞😞this is kinda supposed to be based off of Good Luck Babe by Chappel Roan, idk if it work. If this does well I have three more chapters ready to go😇 happy arcane eve!!!

The club was a cacophony of flashing lights, pounding bass, and laughter that felt like static in your ears. You sat at a corner table with your boyfriend and his friends, nursing a drink that had lost its appeal long ago. His hand rested on your thigh in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but it felt more like a leash.

"I'm going to the bathroom," you muttered, standing abruptly.

He barely glanced up. "Alright," he said, distracted by a game on his phone.

The narrow hallway leading to the restroom was dim, lined with flickering neon signs. You passed a handful of people, but one stood out—a tall, broad-shouldered woman leaning against the bar. Her sharp eyes caught yours, and a flicker of recognition passed through her smirk. She didn’t look away, even as you did.

In the single-stall bathroom, you leaned against the sink and stared at yourself in the mirror.

"You’re beautiful," you murmured to your reflection, adjusting your dress and reapplying your lip gloss. "You don’t need him to tell you that. You don’t need anyone."

The words felt hollow, and your chest ached with the weight of your doubt.

The door creaked open suddenly, and your heart skipped a beat. Whipping around, you saw her—the woman from the hallway. She stepped in without hesitation, closing the door behind her.

"You forgot to lock it," she said with a smirk, crossing her arms.

Your eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"

She shrugged, leaning against the wall. "I just wanted to see what a woman like you says to herself in the mirror. Guess I found out."

"Excuse me?"

She took a step forward, her gaze unwavering. "You know your boyfriend only sees you as beautiful when you're spread out for him."

Heat flushed your cheeks, anger and embarrassment mingling. "Who the hell are you to talk to me like that?"

"Just someone who sees what you don’t," she replied, her voice calm and unshaken.

You scoffed and turned back to the mirror, reapplying your lip gloss with unnecessary precision. "I don’t mess around with women."

She let out a low, derisive chuckle. "Those lip glosses only ruin the taste of kisses."

You glared at her through the reflection. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?"

She stepped closer, her presence filling the small space. Her hands found the edges of the sink on either side of you, caging you in without touching you.

"Do you really think a pretty dress and shiny lips are enough for someone who doesn’t see you?" she asked softly, her voice dipping into something almost tender.

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest.

"You looked so bored with him," she continued. "With all of his little friends. I thought maybe my company would suit you better."

Her breath was warm against your ear, and despite yourself, you felt your resolve falter.

"Let me decide who I want to spend time with," you snapped, stepping out of her hold.

She raised her hands in mock surrender. "Fair enough."

She turned to leave, but before she could reach the door, you blurted out, "Wait."

She glanced over her shoulder, her smirk returning. "Should I leave?"

You hesitated, biting your lip.

"I don’t want to do anything without your will," she said softly, her tone suddenly serious. "Or is that just what you’re used to with him?"

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you exhaled shakily. "I’ll be fine."

She stepped closer again, slower this time, giving you every chance to back away. When you didn’t, her hands found your lower back, slowly rising her fingers up them giving you a shivering sensation.

"You sure about that?" she murmured, her lips ghosting against your jawline.

You nodded, breathless.

You feel her fingers rise up your back and stop at your shoulder blands and move all of your hair into one side of your neck.

Kissing the bare side, the first press of her lips against your neck sent a shiver down your spine. Her touch was firm but careful, her hands sliding up your sides as she guided you back against ger own body.

The mirror behind you reflected the scene, your flushed cheeks and parted lips as she kissed a path from your collarbone to your ear.

She stops and goes back to your shoulder licking up two your ear. You shudder and giggle “that tickles” you laugh. She smirks at you and tears your underwear off of you like it was nothing too her. You gasp at the sudden breeze you felt down there.

"You’ve been holding back," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. "Let go for once."

Her hands roamed with deliberate slowness, brushing over the curve of your waist, the bare skin of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You felt yourself melt into her touch, a heat pooling low in your stomach as her lips claimed yours. It was nothing like the impersonal, mechanical kisses you were used to. This was something else—hungry, deliberate, and electric.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, her breathing uneven. "Tell me to stop, and I will," she said, her hands still cradling your waist.

You shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. "Don’t."

Her smirk returned as her lips found yours again, her hands lifting you onto the counter, with you leaning on your elbows back looking at her in a haze.

She slowly slides her left hand up your thigh making your legs split making room for her. Then she gets between your legs kissing your chest.

Your dress is barley holding your nipples in. While making eye contact she licks them through the fabric which gets a whining reaction from you.

She proceeds to kiss all over your abdomen. She pauses and pull down your dress from the top- only your boobs getting exposed, grabbing your waist she keeps kissing your chest.

The stops for a moment “take these things off” she says tugging at your heeels” you kick them off. With them landing the floor with a loud clank.

She goes down slowly making contact with your clit, licking a fat stripe from the bottom up, leaving your shivering. She proceeds to continue licking, and you cannot control yourself whatsoever. Your moans are echoing out in the bathroom. Your neck and shoulder start to get stiff from leaning against your elbows on your back, she looks up and sees your dazed look and your lips split apart.

Your close but she stops and says “almost got to carried away with myself.” She flips you over to your stomach still laying on the counter top a much more comfortable position still licking you from the back and she stops and pulls you up, and proceeds to walk backwards untill her back hits the wall behind her.

She has her leg in between your thighs. You practically sitting on her you say “I can barely touch the floor with my legs”, “I’ll hold you up”

She puts her hand between your thighs and start rubbing your clit in a circular motion making your posture hunch against her and whining her name out.

She sticks two fingers in your hole while your legs are still spread apart for her. Your expression is beautiful, the way her name is falling from your mouth like a prayer. The way your eyes can barely be kept open.

She sees your getting close and she stops and pushes you against the wall you looked at her confused on to why she keeps teasing you like this so you say “You started this. Now be good and finish.”

she pushes her legs up in between your again lifting you off the ground and replies “I sure am” she continues with her fingers inside of your thrusting in and out.

You could feel your self about to give out. You hunch yourself over her shoulder and try to make out the words “fuck I-im comi” you can’t. You just keep breathing heavy and arching your back off the wall she had you pressed up against.

Suddenly the rush you felt was indescribable. Your back left the wall and you shuddered with pleasure and pain. You hold onto her shoulders trying to gain back your strength again.

You let go and get off of her. You don’t say anything to her, sort of embarrassed you enjoyed that more than you’d like to admit. You walk over back to the mirror and you start fixing your hair and you ask her

“What about you then?” “Pardon?” She replies “You didn’t come. What’s your pleasure.” You say to her thinking your stating the obvious. Then she replies “to feel your shivering body beneath me is a unique kind of pleasure.”

You roll your eyes and snap back say “pervert” in a joking away, she puts her hands up in the air and shrugs “you liked it. I don’t care about the rest of it” she says with a smirk. You roll your eyes and snap at her to get out and she says “as you please” as a joke she says to you “what you don’t need help dressing?” You roll your eyes and flip her off. She laughs and leaves locking the door for you.

Later, as you returned to the table, your boyfriend looked up briefly.

"That took a while," he remarked, his tone indifferent.

You shrugged, sitting down as his hand found your thigh. The contact made your skin crawl, and you shoved his hand away.

"What’s your problem?" he asked, annoyed.

You stood abruptly. "I’m leaving."

"At least take money for a cab," he said, tossing a few bills on the table.

Outside, the cold air stung your cheeks as you flagged down a cab. The door opened before you could reach for it, and there she was, leaning back in the seat with that familiar smirk.

"You ruined my night," you said, though there was no real venom in your voice.

She raised an eyebrow. "Come back to my place. Let me fix it."

You hesitated only for a moment before climbing in, the door shutting with a satisfying click.

[second-star-to-motunui]

It’s Going To Be Ok

✨feat. Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia✨

Summary: They found you trying to hurt yourself and stopped you. Now they’re doing their best to remind you that you aren’t alone.

reader is referred to as Yuu (they/them)

tw// self harm, eating disorders, suicide attempts

note: life hasn’t been easy lately. most of what’s written is based on personal experiences. I wrote this to comfort myself, and I hope it can bring you comfort too.

“Yuu? Are you crying? What happened—hey, hey stop that, stop doing that!”

Riddle stopped Yuu from scratching, their arms red and bleeding from their nails. He rushed them to the infirmary and it was there that they broke down and spilled everything.

Riddle didn’t know what to say in the moment, but he hugged Yuu and let them cry into his shoulder. He apologized for all the horrible things they were dealing with and swore to them that they could come to him if they needed.

He makes it a part of his routine to check on Yuu after that and provide anything they need, from assistance with studying to even just a hug.

“How has your day been? Good? I see… I bought these gloves for you. Anytime you feel like scratching just put them on, then you can’t hurt yourself. Please come to me if you feel like hurting yourself again. We can have tea and talk instead.”

“The hell? What the hell are you doing?! PUT THAT DOWN!”

Leona had come to the botanical garden for an afternoon nap when he smelled blood. He found Yuu hiding behind a tree with a switchblade. They had scars on their arms and they were about to slit their wrist before Leona caught them.

Yuu dropped the blade and burst into tears. Leona took them to his dorm room and took care of them. He was scolding them for doing something so dangerous, but it was clear that he cared and was genuinely concerned for them.

If he wasn’t already around Yuu often, he’s glued to their hip now. He’ll eat lunch with them, nap around them and wait for them outside of their classroom so he can walk with them.

“Look at me. Look at me. You are not worthless, ok? Whoever put that idea in your head, ignore them. And if there’s somebody bothering you, you better tell me and I’ll deal with it, ok? I’m here for you.”

“Yuu, I’ve been looking for… Are you alright? You’re not fine, you’re barely standing! YUU!”

Azul caught Yuu before they could collapse. He asked when they had eaten last only to learn that Yuu had been deliberately starving themself from stress.

Azul gently escorted them to Monstro Lounge to get them something to eat. He was reminded of his own struggles with eating when he was young, and he couldn’t bear to see it on Yuu now.

He sends messages to Yuu throughout the day to remind them to take care of themself. Jade and Floyd keep a close eye on Yuu too. If they get even a whiff that Yuu is falling into bad habits, then it’s off to Octavinelle for lunch.

“Angelfish, may I speak with you? Listen… I know what it’s like to hate who you see in the mirror, but trust me when I say that hurting yourself won’t make it better. If you ever need to talk, I’m here for you. We can even do it over lunch if that helps.”

“Why are you crying? Was it something I said? Wait, wait, please don’t do that, please stop! I can fix this!”

Kalim doesn’t understand why, but one second he was talking to Yuu and the next they had burst into tears and started hitting themself in the head.

He stopped Yuu and hugged them tight, offering to do something fun to cheer them up. He tried dancing with them, playing a game, but nothing seemed to help. Jamil ended up having to step in.

In the end, (after a difficult conversation with Jamil) Kalim learned that the best thing he could do was let Yuu feel their feelings rather than ignore them with positivity. He doesn’t like seeing Yuu cry, but he’s more than happy to hold their hand through it.

“Hey so… Jamil said there’s something wrong in your brain that makes you sad all the time? No, no, not wrong! Uh… different? … A disorder? I see… well, if you want to talk about it I’m here to listen. Just… please don’t hit yourself like that again ok? Hit me instead! No? If you change your mind you can do it, I can take it!”

“What do you have there? Don’t try to hide it, give it here! Are you an idiot?! Don’t you realize what this is?!”

When Vil snatched the potion bottle from Yuu’s hand, he really hoped they genuinely didn’t know they were about to drink a deadly poison. Yuu began to cry and Vil’s heart broke because he realized they knew exactly what they were doing.

Vil has a long talk with Yuu about their troubles. They hated their hair, they hated their body, they hated themself. Vil takes their hands and swears to them that he’ll do whatever he can to help them. But first he has to know where they got the poison so he can assure they’ll never get their hands on another one.

Self care days become a weekly event. Light exercises, home spa days, clothes shopping, Vil will even allow himself a cheat day for desserts if it means bringing Yuu comfort.

“Oh no, have you been pulling your hair out again? It’s ok, no tears, let me see… Ah, it’s not as bad as it was last time. Don’t apologize, darling. Hair grows back. Come, let’s see how we can take care of it now and you can tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Yuu? Are you here I brought… Yuu? Oh no—hey! Wake up! Wake up! Ortho, I need help!”

Idia found Yuu unconscious on their bedroom floor, having swallowed half a bottle of pills. Together, him and Ortho get Yuu to a hospital and don’t leave their side until they awake.

Idia beats himself up so much after that because he knew Yuu was in a bad place mentally, he just never thought they’d do something so drastic. He wraps them in the biggest hug when they wake up, sobbing and apologizing and promising to be a better friend.

Yuu spends a few weeks in Ignihyde once they’re discharged from the hospital. Idia doesn’t say much, but he does watch their favorite shows and plays their favorite games with them.

“… You’re moving back to your dorm today, right? Ok… um—t-this is for you! It’s a new phone, I know the one Crowley got you sucks ass. Just… call me if something happens again. Or Ortho! We’ll be there for you ok? W-We care about you…”

“The view from here is lovely, isn’t it? You should watch your step, the fall would be quiet devastating.”

Malleus appeared at Yuu’s side before they could take another step towards the cliffs edge, holding their shoulder firmly and keeping them in place.

He talks about meaningless things for a little while before he gently holds Yuu’s hand and invites them to join him on a walk and get some ice cream. They leave together, right after Yuu has short cry in Malleus’s arms.

Malleus drops by Ramshackle every single day after that. Sometimes it’s for ice cream dates, sometimes it’s to invite them to Gargoyle Studies Club activities. Often he’ll just be there while Yuu does whatever. Yuu doesn’t know it, but Malleus waits until he knows they’re safely in bed at the end of each day before he leaves them.

“Thank you for spending time with me today. I do enjoy your company… I know human lives are rather short compared to that of a fae’s, but please don’t try to shorten it. You aren’t a burden. You’re wonderful. I’ll remind you that you’re wonderful every day if I have to. You’re very precious to me.”

[fawnhart]

SHORT N’ SWEET ! ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

pairings. drew x bambi!reader

warnings. tooth rotting fluff

authors note. I hope you guys like it!🪽Sorry for not updating a lot but I haven’t been super inspired lately and I just decided not to force myself to push stuff out if its not genuine </3

The snow drifted gently outside the windows of bambis brownstone, dusting the building in white, quiet, and peace.

Inside, the air smelled like warm vanilla sugar cookies, the kind that made you feel safe and cozy. Soft candlelights flickered against the walls, casting a sweet golden glow over the room, books like “indiana” and “La muse et l'écrivain” were scattered across a baby blue couch adorned with delicate, lacy pillows.

Ms. Mocha, her new kitty, curled up on one of the pillows closest to the heater, lazily batting at the fraying edges.

"Okay, I’m really freaking excited about this," Bambi said, pulling a pink, glittery panda face mask from the bag. She had pure excitement and mischief in her doe eyes, the one that meant she’d found something utterly ridiculous and she just had to share it with her man who was sprawled under her on the couch, his big hands on her waistline.

To bambi He was the sexiest man alive in that effortless, cool way, but right now, he was looking at the panda mask confused.

“I don’t know, baby,” drew said, rubbing the back of his neck, his voice warm with affection but she could hear the hesitation.

not very cool

bambi laughed, holding it up between her perfectly manicured fingernails. "Come on, it’s so cute—" she pouted at him "Plus, it’s fun. Right Ms. Mocha?"

Drew glanced at the fluffy brown ball , who was still lazily watching them from the pillow. "Mocha s’not impressed." He said playfully rolling his eyes

“First of all it’s Ms. Mocha and second of all, she is impressed! What are you talking about?" Bambi shot back, pushing her pointer finger into his chiseled bare chest. “You promised you’d do whatever to make me happy, right?.”

Drew raised an eyebrow, shifting his gaze to her. “I did, huh?”

Bambi leaned in, grabbing his face and pressed a long chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away. “Yes, you did. Now shut up and let me put this on you.”

Drew chuckled, knowing damn well he’d never really say no to his girl. Not when she looked at him like that, all warm and soft with the dim light playing over her features, rolling his eyes once more before leaning in for another kiss. “Alright, alright. For you, I’ll be a panda tonight.”

Bambi clapped her hands together and let out an excited squeal, it was one of those moments that made Drew’s heart soften in that way only she could do.

“Come on,” she said, already slipping the mask onto his face, “It’s cute! You’ll see.”

Drew closed his eyes and let her take over, she fumbled a little as she pulled the mask over his face, his cheeks getting red with the absurdity of it all when she handed him the baby pink hand mirror. “I look like a—“

"Sexy panda!" she said, voice muffled and amused “you look like a sexy panda” Bambi laughed

Drew caught her eyes, and despite the embarrassment of the moment, he couldn’t help but smile.

She looked so cute with the white-pink mask and the way her eyes sparkled even through the fabric. “dream girl” he thought

Her long silky hair was up in a sparkly claw clip after being tousled and wild from a long day of filming, in this quiet little bubble of time, with the snow falling softly outside and Ms. Mocha purring beside them, drew couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.

“So,” he said, settling further into the couch, letting his head rest on one of the cozy pillows, “how to lose a man in 10 days?”

“Duh” Bambi slipped off his lap and grabbed the remote. "I can’t believe you’ve never watched it”

They settled in together, Ms. Mocha curling up between the two

Bambi snuggled closer as the opening credits of the movie began to roll, “I love you,” she said kissing his bicep that was secure around her shoulder and neck

Drew threaded their fingers together “I love you more bambi ”

© fawnhart

[babybratzmaraj]

You Don’t Know My Name

Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond

You as Yourself

Summary: Today was the start of your day which already wasnt worth a lick of shit, but what if someone changes that?

A/N i gave the nigga a full name, yall gone see, but SURPISEEE! @megamindsecretlair you clocked me and it is Mr Terry that was in the coming soon, hope you enjoyed yet another cameo in this series and i hope you like it!♥️ also @violetmuses ik i gave you this idea, but i stole it back and i hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Warnings: Nothing, just pure cuteness and family time.

For Boosted Experience, Heres the Official Soundtrack. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2K7IeGXgQq7K16YP1Jb7yN?si=UCA3v7yZQieKWNRrBg0wdA&pi=u-4AXbUCgzR42u

Your eyes fluttered open at the annoyance of your alarm clock blaring in your ear, you looked over to see it was 7:45, 45 minutes past your time to get ready for work.

Over today already, you slammed your hand onto the clock, not giving a damn if the thing broke or not. You looked outside to see the sun’s beautiful attempt to wake the people of Earth, the vibrancy of the colors making you jealous that you have to work at 9:30 but choose to get up to prep for it.

You glanced in the mirror and almost gave yourself seven years of bad luck, The one time you take your braids out is the day you decide to get five more minutes of sleep, Luckily, you washed and blow-dried it the night before, so it shouldn’t give you a hassle, but your hair never agrees.

You turned off the alarm clock before the snooze timer exploded your eardrums, grabbing your phone to put on your get-ready-for-work playlist.

Summer by Kenya Vaun blasted through your pink headphones, enjoying the outside before heading to work which would take the whole song, but it was just a nice way to start today.

The vibrant colors scrambled away as the blues paraded throughout the sky, the clouds playing tag and creating little symbols and animals, you could stand still and watch the sky all day and not get bored, even the heart-shaped cloud winking down at you.

You approached your job with a fake smile, Westside Diner! Home of one of the best coney dogs in your opinion, the 1950’s 1950-inspired diner was filled with memorabilia from the past and fifties like decor, you admired how much time and effort was put into making the wonderful restaurant if only there was one for us black people.

You scurried across the street, smelling the breakfast scents that lingered out into the air and slapping you dead in your negro nostrils, envy filled your body towards the people who were enjoying themselves at this establishment.

Pushing open the door, the door suddenly became lighter, shooting your hands forward as you braced your fall, an arm flung around to catch you, a small ‘oof!’ flew from your mouth.

‘Please get off me, I’m finna clock out’ You said calmly in your head, closing your eyes to not see if there were any witnesses.

Your despair was vocal enough that a deep chuckle shook you straight, “No one saw it,” he said, low enough to be quiet as a church mouse. You turned around to see if the voice matched the face and whew!

This fine… Heaven sent of a man completely towering over you, he sported a brown sweater with khakis with black dress shoes with a gold buckle on the side, gold gracefully complementing his skin tone, and not too much gold to wear it drowns the color from his eyes, good lord his eyes! as ethereal as the sky.

“Alrighty buttercup,” you snapped your head around to see Ms. Olaynika, the manager and your third mother you have collected like a Pokemon. She snapped her fingers and hurried you, “It’s 8:54, Times’a ticking and food is ready to go in stomachs!” she finished before going back to her table like she didn’t just rush you, the professionality, you loved it.

“Thank you, hope you enjoy your day.” You thanked the man before scraming away from him.

“So you mean to tell me,” Your best friend Nicole stood there with a face with her arms crossed with her eyebrows scrunched up and away like her braids, “You had this fine ass man who saved you from embarrassment, held you for a long time, and had nice eyes?”

You smiled while rolling your eyes, “I just know that isn't what all you got from that.”

“No!” She tilted her head to the side as her voice went up an octave higher than normal, “I’m just saying I don't know how you standing right here talking to me instead of going downtown.”

“I wish, but I need a ‘you deserve it’ weekend, I’m tired of being cooped in the house.” you sighed walking up to the counter with Nicole trailing you. “I can’t have Mr. Bigshot to distract me.”

“You know that’s a damn lie,” she told you in a sing-songy voice, “You gone think about him all day and that's ok! You deserve that along with your ‘you deserve it weekend’.”

She was right, but you couldn’t let her know that she wouldn’t let you hear the end of it even after your shift. You checked the notebook to see whose section was where and when the time switch was. “And how do you know he finna be on my mind?” You asked without looking up from the notebook.

“Because he is currently, at your section, Have fun!”

You finally looked up from the scribbled on paper to see that he really was in your section, his glasses placed on the tip of his nose, his gaze fixated on the book, and he had a good pick! White Smoke by Tiffany D. Jackson, Your smile flipped inwards as you admired his taste in books.

You straighten your posture, checking if your shirt was ok and decent for the eyes to absorb. You pranced towards his booth with a smile on your face, clicking your pen to hide the fact that you were absolutely scared to talk to this man without your stuttering sneaking through the flaps of your mouth.

You stated your name with a smile and snuck glances at his book. He was at the part where Marigold was sneaking around her mom and her stepdad to make her very own weed farm, but it was destroyed by something or someone? Who the fuck knows, you never got to finish, maybe you can go to the library soon to catch up on it.

“Passionate reader huh?” He asked, noticing your desperate attempts to read along with him. You hid your smile behind your notepad, “You caught me, That is my favorite author, even though I only finished one book.”

“Really?” His eyebrows were hunched, sticking a napkin in place of a bookmark. “Yes! The book was called ‘Grown’. It was such a lovely book and-” You started to ramble about the book but you’ve realized, you don’t get paid for sharing interests, you get paid for working.

“What would you like?”

“Oh, you can’t do that to me.” he covered his heart as if he was just insulted, “You can’t leave me like that, I wanted to hear about this book.”

“Maybe if we meet again, I do look better outside my work clothes,” you joked and he laughed, your toes spazzing out inside your black Nike huaraches, He laughed! And he had a nice one, a very cute one along with his ear-to-ear smile.

“Coffee, Please, and whatever food you think I would enjoy.”

“Ooooook.” You jotted down his order, “And how would you like your coffee?”

“Sweet, Like you.” he winked.

“Give me 5 minutes and I’ll be back with your coffee.”

It’s been 20 minutes since you last gave Mystery Man his meal. Since he let you be the judge of what he ate, you gave him one of your favorites at this diner! The Western Omelette with crispy hash browns on the side with a smiley face in ketchup. While waiting at other tables, you observed him nervously, scared that he might not like your selection of breakfast foods, that you put too much sugar and whipped cream in his coffee, which you also made a smiley face on as well, he had you anxious and you didn’t like it, he was a cute stranger after all.

After a while you sucked it up, shaking your jitters away as you walked up to his booth. “Everything alright with your order?”

“Mm!” He signaled you to wait for a little minute as he took a sip of his coffee, licking his lips as he gently set the mug down, “I loved it, the hash browns may be my new favorite here.”

You felt relieved, your muscles that you didn’t even know were tensed eased, “I’m glad I can make your morning better! Would you like anything else?”

“Uh, A To-Go Box and a Fruit Punch To-Go please.” He smiled, grabbing a napkin to dab the sides of his mouth.

“I can start on the fruit punch and if you want, you can follow me to ring out your order.”

“No need,” he said, digging into his pocket and handing you his black card. This nigga is fancy.

You looked at the card almost dumbfounded. You never really saw a black card, only heard about it from Fabolous and movies and shit, but never seen it in person.

You carefully grabbed his card from his hands, “I’ll be back.”

You walked away and checked on your other table that wanted your attention before him. Making sure everyone was ok with their needs met, you walked to the cash register, punching in his food and coffee, sneaking a peek at the name on the card, Terrance Richmond. A sophisticated name for a sophisticated man, a wonderful sight to see.

You slid the card with the receipt into your waist apron as you asked one of your co-workers to ring in a new customer while you started on his fruit punch with light ice. The fruit punch here was delicious and it didn’t need to be watered down with hella ice.

Swiftly grabbing a To-Go box on your way out, you happily waddled towards Terry’s table. “Your Box, Punch and,” You dragged your last word as you pulled out his card and receipt out the apron, “Card, Mr. Richmond.”

“Oh! I see you snuck a peek for my name, it's only right I know your full one.” he teased you as he examined the paper.

“I don’t get paid for that, I get paid to service you.” you teased back as you can only hope you get to do that for free.

You gave him your pen and pointed to the line below the total, “Since you did pay with card, You need to sign here, for fraud protection purposes. While you do that, I shall be back with your copy.”

He silently thanked you, his smile growing wider and more innocent. You looked around and made eye contact with Nicole, making matching faces as you two met at the counter.

“Sooooo,” she started, “How’s Tall, Black, and Lightskin?” she asked as you covered your mouth, silently howling in the semi-busy environment around you two. “He has a name, it’s Terrance.”

“I’m not calling him that long ass name!” she huffed as she rang in her customer's order, “That nigga name will be Mr. Pretty Eyes.”

“Terrance too long of a name but Mr. Pretty Eyes is just right? Kinda backwards shit is that Yoda?”

“Care about that shit, I do not!” she perfectly said in Yoda, causing you both to snicker, tapping each other on the shoulder. “Plus must I remind you of that alien ass nigga you had a crush on in 6th-”

“Eugh!” You verbally voiced your displeasure with yourself, his face just flashing into your head. “We don’t speak about that vermin.”

Nicole threw her hands up, taking a pen from the clean cup to scratch her head full of braids. “Aw, Shit. I gave him my pen.” you reminded yourself scooting past her to go to his booth but he was long gone, all that was left was his fruit punch, your pen, and a 50 dollar bill. The writing on the cup said ‘Enjoy Yourself:)’. You looked around for his silhouette, but he was long gone, you smiled at his nice gesture of leaving you a fruit punch.

What a way to start off your morning.

Home, 8 pm,

You closed your eyes as your bed welcomed you back into its arms, the savory smell of chili floating around in your room.

You finished your shift with ease after your little encounter with that man. That’s rude, his name is Terry, Terrance, but permanently Terry. You have got to stop beating yourself up over something small.

But it wasn’t small, everything that flowed off that man was so intoxicating, a mystery in a good book or show that you just want to solve, but not so quickly, you needed some fun in your life.

After your shift, You and Nicole walked to your house to talk for a few and according to her, you were a daydreamer. Every few minutes or so, you would zone out, even her calling you Buttercup didn’t snap you out, and that’s close to an army vet being awoken by ‘At Ease’.

You denied it but you definitely were. You just couldn’t stop thinking about how his reading voice is, Was he gentle? Was he passionate? Would he carefully rub the pages before turning? Does he lick his index to turn it? Many outcomes, Many Possibilities.

A tickling sensation jolted you out of your trance, your eyes zapping to the culprit, which was your grandmother, “I’ve been yelling your name Cupcake!” she sarcastically smiled, waving the clean black spoon around like a mad woman.

“Sorry Mama Moonie,” You bounced to your feet, grabbing your phone off the bed before extending your arms towards her.

“Yeah, Yeah. When we get to this table you gone tell me what boy got my baby acting like she’s Tiana.” she pointed the spoon in your face, giving you an up-down before she walked away leaving you speechless. “Who said it was a boy!”

You trailed behind her as she grabbed two navy blue bowls out of the cabinet, peering at you like you must’ve forgotten who she was.

“Cupcake lemme tell ya,” she started, ready to tell you information you already knew by saying:

“I have been on this earth for 63 long ass years, that's 6 decades’ worth of knowledge compared to the few you have. You don’t think I have had those experiences where a man would have me ina spell! His aura haunts you in a way that makes you paralyzed, the masculinity he possesses within himself, and to not be an asshole in the same breath. I could go all day but you don’t wanna hear about my pussy being wet.”

“MOONIES!” you yelled as she started howling, your body shuddering at the thought of- That! But she is always so blunt in everything she does, you have no choice but to love it.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, swatting her laughter away, “But I’m saying, I’ve been there, so you might as well spill that tea before I clock that tea.” she finished, hitting the spoon on the pot before turning around with two full bowls of chili as she headed to the table.

“I have got to get you off of instagram reels,” you said aloud, popping the top on the pot and running water on the spoon before placing it over a towel to dry. turning around to see her shimmy into her way into the dark oak dining chair, her hands await yours.

“Let me grab crackers, I’ll join in a second.” you hurriedly opened the cabinet to grab the open box of ritz crackers, your feet shuffling to the left and the right before shimmying yourself into your seat, setting your crackers next to your bowl as you joined hands with Mama Moonies as you bowed for prayers.

“Lord I thank you for returning us to our safe and humble domain, may the food we are about to eat gives us the nutrients we need and the energy to finish our day strong, Lord I ask you for anything we don’t feel like talking about, to be in your hands, bless us with what we need, rid us of what we don’t. Lord, I also ask you to let our questions that need to be answered, be the answers that keep us sane. In Jesus name, Amen.”

The prayer ended and the tea quickly began to be spilled. You told Mama Moonies about everything, the one thing you loved about dinner time in this house, it was a time of love and happiness to be spilled around, with a lil bit of judgment here and there, but all harmless.

You told her about how the man basically saved you from embarrassment, wanted to know more about you, even made you get your own drink with a tip and a message, even telling her how you hoped he would become a regular. Her face stuck on a smirk as she downed her chilli. “Oh what Mama!” you exclaimed after having enough of her looks and giggles from time to time.

“Seems like you have a crush.”

“That I don’t!” Yes you did.

“You definitely do, and I don’t blame you, because you are either that or delusional, and my baby ain't that bullshit!” Welllllll.

“That man looks nice, is nice and the pockets right, of course I’m not saying you should go for his pockets, that would be wrong. But go for your heart child, open yourself, be free!” Moonies smiled as her arms expanded as big as the galaxy she was imagining, her wrinkled hand resting peacefully on yours, rubbing your knuckles with tender care. “I know you are shy, but it’s time to let it be known that you are here! be known that you deserve love and hey! God will bless you with a man, or that man. And hopefully, he packing.” Moonie's bluntness slipped out at the end, filling the room with belly laughter.

As the laughter died down, so did the food, bellies protruding out of their correct spots. “I’ll clean up, you go take a shower and enjoy your evening.” Moonies pat your hand, swiftly taking your bowl without your knowledge.

“You don’t have to!” You protest but she shot through your sign with a glare that will make a christian do Satan's stare. “Enjoy the rest of your night. I shall see you in da murrning!”

You blew a kiss towards her direction, pushing yourself up as itis started to race with your energy, and your energy was losing, but at least you can spend what you have left daydreaming about Mr. Richmond, something tells you that wasn’t your last time seeing him.

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[writerfromshikahr]

This goes with Part 1 which can be read HERE

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Enough, Illario (Part 2) - Lucanis X Rook Fanfic

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Rook’s legs dangled over the rooftop edge as she and Lucanis sat in companionable silence, watching the streets below. Their target would appear soon.

“I want to apologise for Illario’s behaviour earlier,” Lucanis said, breaking the quiet. “He doesn’t know when to shut up.”

“All good, Lucanis. He doesn’t get under my skin—though I dare say he’d like to,” she replied, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

Lucanis sighed, running a hand through his hair. “He’s always like this, though I’ll admit, I’m surprised...” He trailed off, catching himself.

Rook’s curiosity piqued. She turned to him. “Surprised by what?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, shaking his head as if dismissing his thoughts.

She arched an eyebrow but let her gaze drift back to the street below. “You were going to say you’re surprised he’d take an interest in me, weren’t you?”

“No, I would never—I mean—no.” The denial came fast, but not fast enough.

She snorted, her tone sharp but playful. “I’m not beautiful enough for your cousin? Wow, thanks for that.”

“Rook, that’s not what I was going to say.”

“Then what were you going to say, Lucanis?” Her eyes pinned him in place, unwavering.

He sighed, the weight of her stare leaving him nowhere to hide.

“Mierda, Rook... It’s just that you’re not his type. He tends to go for blondes with big...” He trailed off, gesturing awkwardly to his chest.

“Oh,” she said, lips twitching as amusement flickered in her eyes. “Well, I do have big—” She mirrored his gesture toward her chest.

Lucanis’s gaze flicked down before he caught himself, his face colouring as he immediately looked away.

“But I’m not blonde,” she added, her tone was teasing.

“No,” Lucanis muttered, still avoiding her gaze. “Still, he shouldn’t have flirted. It was inappropriate. You don’t deserve to be leered at that way.”

Rook tilted her head, studying him as his words sank in. A small, teasing smile curled her lips. “So, let me get this straight—your cousin’s behaviour is inappropriate because I’m not his type, or because you don’t think he should be flirting with me?”

Lucanis’s jaw tightened. He glanced at her, clearly flustered. “Both,” he admitted after a moment, his voice low but firm.

“Hmm.” She leaned back on her hands, letting her legs swing idly over the rooftop’s edge. “You’re awfully protective for someone who claims not to care.”

“I care,” Lucanis said sharply, then hesitated, he sighed, his frustration seemingly directed at himself. “I care about your safety. Your comfort. Illario doesn’t think before he speaks, and I don’t want you to feel... objectified.”

She leaned closer, intrigued by his reaction. “So, just to clarify—you care about my safety, comfort, and dignity, but not whether I’m his type?”

Lucanis groaned under his breath, muttering in Antivan. She caught the words “me vas a matar”—you’re going to kill me.

“Rook,” he said finally, his tone softening, “if Illario weren’t my cousin, I’d have broken his jaw for how he looked at you. Not because of who you are to him, but because of who you are to me.”

Her breath caught at the quiet intensity of his words. She wasn’t sure if it was the cool night air or his tone that sent shivers down her spine. “And who am I to you, Lucanis?”

He turned to her, his dark eyes flickering with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “Someone who deserves better than my idiot cousin’s attention.”

It wasn’t the answer she’d been fishing for, but the weight behind his words gave her pause. She turned back to the street, trying to hide the small smile on her lips.

“Well,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, “thanks for looking out for me.”

Lucanis leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his gaze followed hers down to the street below. “Always.”

[yizhou-time]

[ 20.08 ] mafia!hongjoong — hurt to comfort (?)

warning/s: mentions of kidnapping, is this a sickfic 😭

rina’s notes: LOOK WE ALL SAW IOMT I COULDNT NOT???? i havent proof read because i dont do that baddies trust their instinct :) also i love writing for hongjoong it's so easy because like omg i love him

“i’m a grown adult, san.” you frown at the man looming over you. he shakes his head and pulls his handkerchief out of his suit pocket. he considers handing it to you but watches you as you cough and moves to wipe your nose for you. “i’m an adult with a cold, you’re doing too much.”

he continues to wipe your nose, even hongjoong walks in. “an adult who was kept in a flooded basement. you wouldn’t be ill if you weren’t put in that situation. a situation that you were put in because of us. stop downplaing everything please.” he puts the handkerchief on your bedside cabinet and strokes your hair before walking out, giving you and your boyfriend some space.

the door softly clicks shut and hongjoong slowly teeters your way. he can’t bare to see you in a hospital bed and knowing it was his fault makes his heart hurt more. “i- you don’t deserve this.” he sits in the chair next to you and waits for you to finish your coughing fit before grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss on the top. he keeps it close to him, resting his forehead on it as he apologises. “i’m so, very, sorry, my love.” he kisses your hand again and continues to whisper apologies.

you take your hand out of his grasp and place it on his cheek. “i’m too ill to be angry and in too much pain to be upset.” he leans into your hand and turns his head to kiss your palm. “finding out about your little business through men who took me off the street wasn’t great but, hey, what can we do.” you laugh quietly, trying to find some comfort in joking however hongjoong being here was much more comforting.

“i promise i was going to tell you, i needed to so you could have someone with you but i didn’t and now-.” he reaches up and pushes hair stuck to your head behind your ear. “in all honesty, i wasn’t sure if we would be able to continue this dance we were doing. my heart wanted to but my head worried about things like this and look what happened.”

you shake your head at him. “you can’t talk about leaving me now.” he watches as tears well up in your eyes. “too much is going on for you to talk about that now, not when we need each other the most. who’s going to cuddle you at night when you’re already too hot? who’s going to bring me jelly when i’m upset?” his stoic face cracks a small smile and you giggle quietly.

“who’s going to be doing all that, huh?” he leans further into your hand and you stroke his cheek, mirroring his smile. you pull away from him and move across the bed to make more room, hongjoong gets the message almost immediately and stands up to join you. he pushes the duvet out of the way and lays down next to you.

he covers himself with the duvet and opens his arms for you to place your head on his chest, you do just that and wrap an arm around him. hongjoong hugs you and kisses the top of your head with a small frown. “let’s hope next time you’re ill it’s because you want to kiss in the rain again.”

his steady heartbeat is enough to lull you into a deep sleep quickly, after all you’ve been very busy these past few days and ending it in your boyfriend’s arms was all you could ask for now. he listens to your somewhat soft breaths and it’s music to his ears. you probably will wake up with a sore throat tomorrow and more sick than you were today but he’d rather you were sick with him than alone in your house or stuck in that basement. once he’s sure you’re down for good he closes his eyes, regardless of how uncomfortable he is all he’s needed the three nights without you is to have you back in his arms.

yeosang, yunho and seonghwa stand outside the small room, watching through the glass window on the door. small smiles fall on their faces as they watch their fierce leader fall into a state of tranquil. it was the calmest they’d ever seen him. they hadn’t seen your more intimate moments, san had been the only one to properly get to know you while the rest had only met you when hongjoong dropped you home or he was being dropped off to meet you. seeing him cuddled up was odd but it was what he deserved.

“his suit’s going to be creased.” yeosang shakes his head, still smiling.

“yeah, but he’ll buy a new one.” yunho looks at his friend then the couple.

seonghwa observes the scene in front of him. everything was right now, they were altogether. “come on, let’s get cleaned up and we can sort through everything tomorrow. i’m sure hongjoong wants to be there for it.”

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Bubblegum Pink

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Girly girl!Reader

Word count: 1137

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You and Rhea had always been an odd pairing, but one that worked. Her brooding, gothic style was the complete opposite of your sunny, feminine aesthetic, but it never caused any problems between the two of you. In fact, you both liked the contrast. She loved how unapologetically girly you were, while you found her dark and edgy vibe pretty hot. 

But now, with the release of the new Barbie movie, your worlds were about to collide in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

It all started when you saw the trailer. You’d grown up with Barbie, and seeing your childhood icon brought to life on the big screen filled you with pure joy. Naturally, you couldn’t wait to see it. Even more so, you couldn’t wait to share the experience with Rhea.

One night over dinner, as you twirled your fork through your salad, you casually brought it up. “So, the Barbie movie comes out this weekend. Want to come with me?”

Rhea, who had been chewing on a piece of steak, glanced up at you with raised eyebrows. “Barbie?” she repeated, her tone filled with playful disbelief.

You nodded eagerly, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yeah! It’s going to be so much fun. I was thinking we could, like, dress up a little for it? You know, something pink and Barbie-like. What do you think?”

Rhea leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a smirk. “Pink and Barbie-like, huh?” Her dark lipstick accentuated her teasing smile. “Babe, I don’t really do… pink. Or Barbie.”

You felt a pang of disappointment in your chest, but you didn’t let it show. You knew Rhea was right—dressing up in something so opposite of her usual style was a big ask. “I know, I know,” you laughed, trying to brush it off. “It’s okay, I was just being silly. You don’t have to. We can just go as ourselves.”

But deep down, you’d been hoping she might at least entertain the idea. Not because you wanted her to change, but because it would’ve been fun to share this experience together, dressing up and embracing the moment.

The rest of the week passed without much mention of the movie. You noticed Rhea hadn’t brought it up again, and you didn’t want to press her about it either. You told yourself it didn’t matter—after all, what was important was that she was coming with you, not what she wore. Still, a tiny part of you couldn’t shake the wish that she might try, just a little, to embrace your world the way you always embraced hers.

The day of the movie finally arrived, and you woke up early, excited to get ready. You’d been planning your outfit for days—a dreamy, pink flowy dress with cute accessories, glittery heels, and even a sparkly headband to tie it all together. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you smiled at your reflection, feeling like you’d just stepped out of a Barbie dreamhouse.

But when you turned around to check your phone, your stomach twisted a little. Rhea hadn’t said anything yet, and you weren’t sure if she was going to dress up at all. Maybe you had been silly to even hope she would.

You tried not to let it get to you as you waited for her in the living room, adjusting your purse strap and fidgeting with your phone. When you finally heard her footsteps, you stood up, ready to go, but bracing yourself for her usual all-black attire.

As expected, Rhea came in wearing her typical style—black jeans, a black band tee, and combat boots. Her dark eyeliner and signature smirk were firmly in place. But something caught your eye, and you blinked, not sure if you were seeing things.

Pink socks.

They were subtle, barely peeking out from the tops of her boots, but they were there. Bright, unmistakable, bubblegum pink socks. You stared for a second, processing the sight, and then your heart swelled.

Rhea shifted on her feet, her smirk faltering just a little as she noticed your reaction. “Don’t say anything,” she grumbled, glancing away with a slight blush rising in her cheeks. “It’s just socks.”

You were speechless for a moment, but then a wide, beaming smile spread across your face. “Rhea…” you whispered, your voice soft with affection. “You didn’t have to do that.”

She shrugged, still trying to play it off. “I know, but I figured, you know, it’s important to you. And they’re just socks. Not like I’m wearing a pink dress or anything.”

Your chest tightened with emotion. It wasn’t about the socks—it was about the gesture. Rhea had seen how much this movie and dressing up meant to you, and while she didn’t go all out, she’d made an effort. She’d stepped out of her comfort zone for you, even if in a small way, and that meant everything.

You rushed forward and threw your arms around her, squeezing her tight. “Thank you,” you murmured against her chest, your eyes stinging with happy tears. “This means more than you know.”

Rhea wrapped her arms around you, chuckling softly as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re lucky I love you,” she teased, though her voice was warm and tender.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at her with a playful grin. “I know I am.” You glanced down at her boots again, eyeing the pink socks with a twinkle in your eye. “And for the record, pink looks good on you.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in her expression. “Don’t get used to it, alright?”

“Too late,” you teased back, leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek.

With her arm around your waist, the two of you headed out the door. As you walked hand in hand to the car, you couldn’t help but feel like this day was going to be even more special than you’d imagined. Rhea might not be covered head-to-toe in pink, but she’d met you halfway. She’d made the effort, and that was more than enough to make your heart burst with love.

As you drove to the theatre, Rhea glanced over at you, taking in how happy and radiant you looked. “Alright, so what’s this movie actually about? Are we gonna sit through two hours of Barbie just being… Barbie?”

You giggled. “Oh, you’ll see. There’s a lot more to Barbie than you think.”

Rhea smirked, giving your hand a squeeze as she rested her arm over the console. “As long as I get to see you happy, I’ll sit through whatever you want, babe.”

And just like that, with her pink socks slightly hidden under her boots, you knew you had the best girlfriend in the world by your side.

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[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

what am i to you | pablo gavi [part ii]

🌧️ synopsis: In an attempt to get over Pablo, you go on a date, only to end up in the hospital with a sprained ankle. When Pablo shows up uninvited, trying to take care of you, the moment turns into a full-blown fight. tags: angst, unrequited love, emotional tension. (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) (around 2.5k words)

you can read the first part here.

After the confession, you both said you'd stay in each other's lives, like nothing had changed. You promised. But promises, you realize, are easier said than kept.

The calls become even rarer, and when they do come, they’re awkward, halting. He used to be the first person you’d call when you were bored, the one you’d go to when you needed to vent or laugh, and now? Now you just… don’t.

That’s when you meet him – this other guy. He’s nice, funny enough, interested. And he’s not Pablo. You don’t have butterflies, but there’s a kind of safety in that, a relief in the way he looks at you with no expectations, no memories weighing you down. So when he asks you out, you say yes, not because you’re excited, but because you’re desperate to move forward, to stop feeling like you’re stuck in that moment when Pablo said, “I’m sorry. I can’t give you what you want.”

The night of the date, you’re almost ready when your phone rings. It’s Pablo, and your heart jumps, he hasn’t called in weeks, and it’s like he knew, like he somehow sensed that you were trying to step away from him for good.

You answer, trying to sound normal. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he says, his voice distant, like he’s not sure if he’s intruding. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” you say, trying to keep it casual. You’re trying to decide between two different shoes for the date, and it feels wrong. “I guess we’ve both been… busy.”

It’s a lie, and you both know it. But you’re not about to get into that now. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, all dressed up, ready to leave.

“Actually,” you interrupt, “I’m kind of in a hurry. I have… plans.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you can almost picture the look on his face – confused, caught off guard. “Plans?” he asks, and you can hear an edge in his voice now, one he’s trying to hide. “Like… a date?”

“Yeah,” you say, forcing yourself to sound like it’s not a big deal. “I’m going out with someone.”

“With who?”

“Just… someone I met,” you say, trying to brush it off, “We’ve only talked a couple of times.”

There’s silence, and you’re about to check if he’s still on the line when he says, “So that’s what you’re doing now? Just going out with random guys?”

You get defensive. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know,” he snaps, his anger leaking into his words. “It’s just… you’re already –” He stumbles over the words, his voice tight. “Is that what you want now?”

“It’s not like that,” you insist, feeling the heat rise in your face. “You’re the one who –” You stop yourself because you promised you wouldn’t do this. You wouldn't blame him. But he doesn’t make it easy.

He lets out a bitter laugh, and it cuts deeper than you’d like to admit. “No, go ahead. Say it.”

You swallow hard, fighting the urge to lash back. “I miss you,” you say.

“It doesn’t look like you do,” he says quietly, and there’s a hurt there you didn’t expect. 

Your chest tightens, and you can feel the tears burning at the back of your eyes. “Pablo, you stopped calling,” you say, your voice breaking. “You left me here alone, what was I supposed to do?”

He doesn’t respond right away, and you wish you could see his face, wish you could understand what’s going through his mind. “I just… I thought we’d be okay,” he says finally, his voice sounding defeated. “That we’d get through this. Together.”

You take a shaky breath. “I thought so too,” you admit. There’s a silence that stretches on, heavy and suffocating.

“Yeah, well,” he mutters, “have fun on your date.” And then he hangs up before you can say another word, leaving you staring at your reflection, feeling like you’ve lost him all over again.

part 2

The date wasn’t going great, you didn’t have much in common with the guy, and things got even worse. One minute you’re walking across the street after dinner, pretending to laugh at some lame joke he made, and the next, your ankle twists under you, the pain shooting up your leg like a lightning bolt. You try to catch yourself, but you land hard, knees buckling beneath you.

The guy freaks out, asking if you're okay, but all you can focus on is the pulsing pain in your ankle. You're pretty sure it's sprained, but you're too embarrassed to admit it right away. He helps you up, practically carrying you to the nearest bench, and that's when you finally let yourself wince in pain.

A trip to the hospital later and you’re sitting in one of those sterile, white rooms, cradling your swollen ankle in your lap. Nothing too serious, just a sprain, but it’s enough to make you feel like an idiot. The guy’s hovering by the door, looking uncomfortable, like he wants to leave but doesn't know how. You can’t blame him. The awkwardness between you is palpable, and this was supposed to be a fun night.

You’re ready to get out of there, but you don't want to be alone for the discharge process. The guy’s already looking at his phone like he’s counting the minutes. So, you make a decision.

You pull out your phone, thinking of someone nearby, someone who won’t make things more awkward. Aurora. You don’t really want to call her, but she lives in the neighborhood, and you can’t stand the idea of sitting here with the date guy. It's nothing against him – well, maybe it is, but you really just need a friend right now.

You hit call, and it rings a few times before she picks up, her voice bright and concerned.

“Hey, what’s up? You good?”

“I’m at the hospital,” you say quickly, the words sounding so much worse than they feel. “I sprained my ankle on the date, can you come? Please?”

Aurora doesn’t even hesitate. “Of course, I’m on my way.” You end the call, grateful she’s coming, and feeling a lot better knowing someone familiar will be here soon.

A few minutes later, the door swings open. You expect it to be Aurora, but when you look up, you freeze.

Pablo stands there, his eyes wide with concern, his posture stiff. And right next to him, Aurora is visibly cringing, her face flushed red. She’s holding her hands up in an apologetic gesture. “I didn’t mean to –” she starts, but Pablo cuts her off.

“Are you okay?” His voice is frantic, as if you’re on the brink of death instead of sitting there with a sprained ankle.

You blink, taken aback by how he’s acting.

“I’m fine,” you say, a little too forcefully, but the last thing you need right now is to be treated like a patient. “Just a sprain. Nothing serious.”

Pablo doesn’t look convinced. He steps into the room, eyes scanning your ankle. He’s clearly overreacting, but it’s hard to argue with him when he’s looking at you like that.

Aurora stands off to the side, a sheepish look on her face. “I’m sorry, I called him,” she whispers. “I thought you’d want him to know.”

“Really?” you ask, a little irritated now, because it’s clear Pablo doesn’t know how to handle this. You’re still pissed at him for the phone call earlier, but now? Now it feels like he’s intruding, even though you’re happy to see him, just not like this.

Pablo, still standing too close, suddenly shifts his weight, looking uncomfortable. “I don’t know, I just… I thought I should be here,” he says, his voice a little quieter, like he’s realizing how ridiculous he’s being.

“I’m fine,” you repeat, trying to lighten the mood. “Seriously. I’m just waiting to be discharged.”

Before you can say anything else, the date guy clears his throat. You turn to see him stepping forward.

"Um, should I leave?" His voice is a little too high-pitched, trying to be polite but also clearly uncomfortable now that Pablo’s here. Pablo, who’s still looking at you like he’s trying to figure out if you’re dying, shifts his eyes to the guy standing by the door.

“Who even are you?” Pablo’s tone is confused, but there's also a sharpness to it now, something territorial. It doesn’t make sense, but you can feel the weirdness between them.

You open your mouth, about to explain, but Pablo cuts you off.

“Is that the guy you just had a date with?” His eyes rake over him. "Yeah, you can leave now. I got it." He waves him off, voice firm and final, like he’s the one in charge here.

“Pablo, what the hell?” you snap. Your blood’s boiling, you look over at the date guy, who’s still standing there like he’s waiting for a command. “Yeah, you can go now,” you say, softer, sweeter than Pablo, but the sentiment’s the same. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

Pablo scoffs, and it’s the kind of sound that tells you he’s annoyed, but it’s also kind of funny, considering he’s the one who’s ruining the moment. You’re not sure if he’s jealous or if he’s just being an idiot, but it pisses you off all the same.

Once the date guy leaves, the silence between you and Pablo is loud. You cross your arms, staring at him like you’re daring him to keep pushing.

“Well, now you can leave!” you say, voice cool, as you face him. 

Pablo doesn't budge, though. "And how are you going home?" He sounds offended, like you’ve done something wrong by even suggesting that he should leave.

You roll your eyes. “Aurora can take me,” you mutter, already tired of the back-and-forth.

Pablo’s face twitches like he’s winning the argument. “I drove Aurora here,” he says, smug. Like the fact that he’s the one with the car makes him the one in control now.

Your eyes narrow, but deep down, you know you’ve got no choice. “Fine,” you grumble, defeated.

part 3

Pablo’s arms are strong, but his touch is gentle as he picks you up, carrying you bridal style like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His hands are steady as he lifts you, his face close to yours, it makes you feel like you're back in that place where everything between you two was simple. But that’s not the reality anymore, is it?

He doesn’t say a word as he carries you to the couch, setting you down so gently it’s almost too much. You want to tell him to back off, to let you handle it, but you catch something in his eyes that stops you – he’s looking at you like you’re the most important thing in the world, and you can’t deal with that, not right now.

“It’s just a sprain,” you say, but your voice cracks halfway through, and you hate yourself for it. You hate how kind he’s being, how his touch makes everything hurt even more.

Pablo shakes his head. “I miss you too,” he says, his voice low, almost broken. It’s a call back to the phone call, to what you said earlier, and it’s like he’s holding onto those words for dear life.

Your heart feels like it’s about to shatter. “Then let me go,” you whisper, tears streaming down your face. “We can’t be friends if I’m in love with you, you idiot.”

He’s closer now, wiping the tears from your cheek, his hand lingering longer than it should. He’s too close, and you’re drowning in it. But you let him stay because, in some twisted way, it’s all you have left of him.

“Don’t go on dates with idiots,” he says, his voice is exasperated. “You don’t need them. You just need to be with me, and we can make it work. We can go back to how it was. I promise.”

You shake your head, trying to stop the tears that just won’t quit. “Just because you don’t want me doesn’t mean no one else will,” you say, the words bitter on your tongue. “Don’t act like I can’t find someone who can make me happy.”

Pablo’s face hardens, his eyes narrowing. “You’re just doing this to get back at me, and you know it.”

You almost laugh, shaking your head. “I’m not trying to get back at you, I’m trying to move on. I can’t keep pretending we’re okay.”

“You don’t need someone else,” he says through gritted teeth, his hand clenched into a fist. “You never needed anyone else. You’ve always had me.”

“Not anymore,” you snap, your anger flaring. “I don’t have you anymore! You’ve shut me out like nothing happened!”

His eyes flash, he steps closer, his hand reaching out for you, but you flinch back, afraid of how close he is, afraid of what it means. “I never wanted to hurt you,” he says, his voice so small. “I just... I didn’t know what to do.”

“You didn’t have to do anything,” you say, your whole body trembling. “You just had to stay.”

His face falls, and for a second, you almost reach out to him. But you stop yourself. “I want my best friend back,” he says, his voice cracking.

“You don’t get that,” you shout, the words rushing out. “You can’t pretend I’m the same person I was before any of this happened. I’m not!”

“I don’t care!” His voice rises, raw and desperate. “I don’t care if it’s different, I just want you in my life. I don’t know what to do without you.”

You pull away. “You can’t keep saying that.”

He looks at you, devastated. He’s leaning closer now, his hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing circles against your skin. It’s like he’s pretending nothing’s changed, pretending this is how things always were.

“Pablo –"

You push against his chest, the tears running down your face now, uncontrollable. “Please, just leave,” you say, your voice shaking, but you mean it.

You’ve had enough. You’re done.

But Pablo just looks at you, he doesn’t move, doesn’t leave, and for a moment, you’re sure he’s not going to listen.

“Please,” you beg, your voice breaking. "Just go."

Pablo’s hand brushes his own cheek, wiping away a tear he hadn’t realized fell. He speaks like he's trying to convince himself more than you. “I’ll come back,” he says. “To check on your injury, make sure you’re better.”

He looks away quickly. “I’ll take care of you... like you took care of me.” His words hang in the air, painfully.

You watch him go, every step tearing at you. As the door closes, you stare at it for a second, your body tensing as if it’s about to snap in two. And then you can’t take it anymore. You reach for the nearest pillow, throwing it at the door with every ounce of anger you’ve been holding inside.

“Idiot!” you scream, everything hurts – your heart, your head, your stupid, stupid tears.

You sit there, staring at the door, feeling the ache spread through your chest. It hits you like a punch – you haven’t touched him, haven’t held him in over a month. It feels like the end of everything, and it’s crushing you.

You curl up on the couch, hugging yourself, wishing things could go back to how they were before everything went wrong. But they can’t. All you have is the emptiness he left behind, and it’s swallowing you whole.

[isattt]

Part 1 - Warning: Suicide mention.

Tags: Haunted house, anypov (?), yandere level: low.

Theme: romance, spooky? (Not that much)

You stared at your phone, looking incredulously at the screen. The apartment was dirt cheap and thirty minutes from the university you attended. This really can’t be real... there had to be a catch, you knew that meant for sure there was something wrong with it, but as you eyed the price again, you just couldn’t bring yourself to let this opportunity pass, not after looking for so long.

When you first visited, the place appeared abandoned, with cobwebs and covered in a thin layer of dust. The landlord, a formal-looking man, reassured you that all appliances, despite the old appearance, were working perfectly.

“And well, if you need anything fixed, I will do it for you in a heartbeat, alright?” The man says, with a wide charming smile on his face, “Don’t be shy to come to me.” He says, patting away the dust from the top of the microwave.

You eyed the place, your eyes landing back to his. “If you don’t mind me asking... Why is it so cheap?” You ask, noticing the dust covered hoops with half made embroideries of delicate flowers, maybe someone old who passed away...? you think to yourself.

“Heh...” He says, with a humorlessly chuckle to himself, his smile quickly faltering “Well... a guy… he… you know...” He says with a slight tremble to his voice, rubbing his arm nervously “Sorry... It’s hard even thinking about it... I wish I could have done more...”

Your eyes widened slightly, quickly acknowledging what he was trying to say. You looked at him with a sympathetic gaze, taking his words in “Oh, I’m so sorry I… I didn’t realize.“  

“It’s alright, pal.” He says reassuringly, putting on a braver front. “I’m actually more worried about you now, you know? You alright with that?” He walks closer, carefully putting a hand on your shoulder. “Things like these make folks uncomfortable. I myself wouldn’t be able to do it.“

You stare at him, before looking away “Well... it’s pretty disturbing, obviously...-”, you say with a sigh “-but I really need it so...”

“I get you, I do,” He nods. “Hopefully, I can make you feel at home. Call my number if you need something, anything, alright? I really am not kidding,” He furrowed his brows, looking at the piles of hoops with a pensive look “So-” He suddenly clasps his hands together putting on a weaker smile than before “-when you move in it will be all cleaned up, I got you”

You mirrored his small smile with one of your own. “Thanks, Will.”

It’s been one week since you have moved in and you have settled in nicely. William did a good job cleaning everything. When you came back, it was almost like you stepped into a completely different place. Even the air of the place was new and lighter, even if still slightly cold.

Ever since then, nothing unusual has happened. You spend your days the same as any other day, just now in a smaller home than before.

Well, almost nothing unusual. The house was always chilly, making weird noises from time to time, and you often had nightmares about a tall man just standing at the foot of your bed, watching you sleep. But you would not let your paranoia drive you away from the best apartment you’ve found after almost a month of searching. Ghosts, demons, and such didn’t exist, after all. When the semester starts, it will be all worth it, you repeat to yourself, trying to find some solace in this situation.

Once you got home that evening after going out to buy your groceries, you noticed an odd recent addition to your wall, just by the entrance, a CO2 meter. Did William install it while you were gone? It was odd though, you never thought he would be the type of landlord to just enter your place uninvited. It was unlike him to invade your privacy.

You decide to take out your phone. Looking at the contacts, you send a quick message to him, trying to understand his intentions. Could it be something that was scheduled that I didn’t know about?  You thought to yourself as you typed your message, “Hey will, what’s up with the CO2 meter?” You hit send, putting your phone aside for a moment on the counter to unload your groceries.

“CO2 meter?” the screen lights up with his reply. You quickly pick your phone back up to reply, “The one you installed?” you furrow your brows, staring at his text with a confused look. Did he forget?  You keep staring at your screen, anxiously waiting for a reply... 

“I didn’t install a CO2 meter.”

“Is everything okay? Do you need me to come over??”

You suddenly feel the familiar cold from the apartment enveloping your body, making you shiver slightly. What could this even mean for you? Would someone really break inside your place only to put something like this and nothing else...? You for sure needed to take that thing down at least It might be a hidden camera or something.

“I don’t know, to be honest.” You reply to him.

“I looked at the cameras in the hallway for you, but I found nothing, pal.” He said, fixing his glasses on his nose with one hand.

William was sitting at your table, sipping on the cup of tea you had given him. He arrived not much later after your text, coming immediately to check on you. “It’s too damn bad I can’t be more helpful here. Even the cameras on the outside found nothing unusual.” He says, taking another sip of his tea.

You were leaning against the wall, staring at him while holding your own cup of tea, the warmth of the liquid providing you a sliver of comfort in this situation. “It’s okay... this is already better news than I expected,” you say as you shift your weight onto your other leg. “Maybe it was always there and, ugh, I don’t know, maybe I didn’t notice it before.” 

“Well... hah...” He brought the cup to his lips, hesitating before taking a drink of the hot liquid. “I noticed something though...” He continues, “It’s nothing horrible, I mean… It’s just... well, you can see for yourself” He lowered his cup to the table, bringing his phone out of his pocket.

You sit down in the chair by his side, dragging the chair closer to him. When your shoulders touch, William flinches slightly, but keeps the phone in place. You look between his eyes and the screen with a curious look.

The screen of his phone showed you the camera feed of your hallway. The timestamp showed it was around noon, a few hours before you found the CO2 meter on your wall. It was empty, no one coming or going. 

“Around here,” William said, forwarding the video. Nothing changed, still the same empty hallway. Before you could ask him what he had seen, the feed showed your door opening. No one came out, of course. You weren’t at home.

Then… the door closed by itself, the same way it had opened.

“What...” you muttered, staring at the screen with wide eyes. “But I locked the door...”

“I imagined you did.” He looks at you, an uncertain look on his face. “What do you think of setting cameras inside here? I could lend you one of mine.”

“Maybe...” you say, still shaken by what you had seen. You feel the chilly atmosphere of the house again, creeping up your spine. “I wasn’t so much worried about the meter anymore, but this is something else.”

He leans back against his chair, creating some distance between you two as he puts his phone away. “Look, I’m not trying to imply anything, but these sorts of things have been happening all the time. Folks come here, these things happen... they leave.”

He grabs the cup once again, running his finger over the rim of the cup. “I am not one to believe in ghosts, but…”

“If these things exist, at least the fella who is haunting you is the least dangerous ghost you could have, hm?” He says with a small smile, a wistful look on his face.

You raise an eyebrow at his statement, while he could be right, it’s hard to believe, given your circumstances “Well, he is still creeping me out, even if that’s the case...” You say harshly, suddenly feeling the cold air of the room leaving.

He nods understandingly “Mhm, I can understand,” he pauses, emptying his cup of now lukewarm tea and standing up to put the cup on the sink “I don’t know why, but it’s been a lot more active with you than with everyone else... when you sat close to me just now, I felt like someone was staring daggers at me! Hahaha!”

He finishes washing his own cup, walking to stand in front of you. “If you see him, tell him I miss his nerdy ass!” he says, grinning widely. “Let’s just install those cameras so you can sleep easy at night, alright?”

[torturedlexdepartment]

U Love U - Part 2

Rudy Pankow x fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, fuckboy Rudy, fingering, oral (fem and male receiving), rough sex

Summary: you aren't pleased when you run into Rudy at a party with someone else

Two weeks of agony. Two weeks of beating yourself up. Two weeks of regrets. Two weeks of hating him. Two weeks of going through a breakup that only existed on your side of things. You allowed yourself to be pathetic for the first week. Texting, calling, praying for any type of response that never came. But this last week you had enough. You knew it was over. He was never coming around and you were determined to find a way to be okay with that.

When you had heard there was a party tonight, you put on your sluttiest dress and spent extensive time dolling yourself up. You took one last look in the mirror and hopped in your car. You had a one track mind when you finally reached your destination. When you entered the house, you were greeted by tons of acquaintances, most you had known from high school and college. One of them paid extra attention to you and it wasn’t hard to figure out what was on his mind when you caught his eyes constantly scanning up and down your body.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked and you quickly nodded. You watched as he disappeared into the kitchen and searched the living room for a place to sit. You spotted an empty spot on a couch next to a couple that was making out. You didn’t want to bother them so you tried to be as subtle as possible when you snuck onto the couch, trying to give them as much space as possible.

“Do you mind?” The girl snapped and your eyes met hers, but quickly darted to the guy she was straddling.

“Son of a fucking bitch.” You seethed as you stood up.

“Y/N!” Rudy yelled as you walked off in the direction of the kitchen.

“Fuck you!.” You screamed without looking back. You hadn’t even thought it was a possibility to run into Rudy here. If you even thought there was a chance, you probably wouldn’t have come. You tried hard to compose yourself as you searched for the guy that was getting your drink. You didn’t even know his name but when you spotted him digging in the refrigerator, you quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the crowded kitchen.

“Woah, what’s going on?”

“Let’s go upstairs.” You blurted out over the music and before he could respond, you were practically dragging him up the stairs. You quickly found the closest unoccupied bedroom and pulled him inside, slamming the door behind you. Without a second thought, you pushed him down onto the bed and slid to your knees. You reached for his belt and heard him curse under his breath.

“Jesus, you don’t waste time do you?” He teased and you gave him a smirk. A loud knock on the door interrupted you just as you were about to pull down his pants.

“It’s occupied!” You yelled before returning to your actions. You had no time to get further before someone was bursting through the door. You knew you should have locked it.

“What the fuck is this?” Rudy yelled.

“Dude, get the fuck out!” The nameless guy yelled and you barely had time to get out of the way before Rudy was grabbing him by his shirt and dragging him out the door.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You screamed as he pushed the guy outside and slammed the door in his face, locking the door before he turned to face you.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing here Y/N?” He asked in a softer tone, visibly trying to calm himself down.

“It’s none of your business. Who exactly do you think you are barging in on me and running off my date?” You shot back and your heart felt like it dropped to your ass when you watched the expression on his face change to something you had never seen before.

“The only guy you’re fucking getting on your knees for is me.” He growled as he stormed towards you. You pushed him back, fighting the temptation to slap him across the face when he laughed at you.

“What you and I had going on is over. You made that perfectly clear two weeks ago. You don’t get to just change your mind when you see me with someone else. It doesn’t work that way Rudy. You don’t fucking own me.” You exclaim, fighting tooth and nail with yourself to hold back the tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes.

“I’ll tell you what I own sweetheart.” He closed the distance and the part of you that wanted to stop him was nowhere to be found when he pushed you down on the bed and hovered over the top of you. “I own these lips.” He whispers as he glides his thumb over your bottom lip, causing a hitch in your throat. “I own these tits.” His hand slides down the front of your dress and you whimper as he rolls your nipples in between his fingers. “And most importantly.” He teases as his hands trail down your body until they reach the bottom of your dress. You gasp when his fingers caress your inner thigh, trailing all the way until his hand fully cups you. “I own this pussy and she knows it.” His fingers push your panties to the side and you moan when he pushes two of them inside of you.

You couldn’t think about how badly he had broken your heart just two weeks prior. Or how you swore you’d never allow yourself to feel that low again. You couldn’t think of anything except the fact that he was on top of you, curling his fingers in a manner that turned you into putty in his hands as he edged you.

“Rudy.” You whined and he smirked before slotting his lips over yours. He kissed you softly, much softer than he ever had like he was purposely trying to fuck with your head. He slipped his tongue into your mouth as he increased the pace in which his fingers were moving inside of you. You were right on the edge and he knew your body like the back of his hand so he knew just the right moment for him to stop. He pulled away from you with the same smirk on his face as you glared at him.

“Come here.” He ordered as he stood up off the bed. You did as you were told, standing in front of him, waiting for further instruction. “Turn around.” You faced the bed as you felt his hands on your back. He slowly pulled the zipper down on your dress and you let it fall to the floor, leaving you in only your red lace panties. He spun you around to face him, eyeing you up and down briefly before grabbing you by the back of your hair and forcing you on your knees.

“Blow me like you were gonna blow him.” He growled as he quickly worked to free himself from his jeans. The tip of his cock was red and angry, desperate to feel the warmth your mouth would provide. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue and you hummed around his shaft when he inched all the way to the back of your throat. He groaned and wrapped his hand around your hair even tighter, tugging at it as you traced every ridge of his dick with your tongue. You sucked him down hard and deep and eventually, you let him take control so he could fuck your face. Saliva pooled out the sides of your mouth as you tried to focus on anything other than the fact that you were one thrust away from gagging on his cock. “Always such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He praised as he continued his merciless pace. Before he could utter another word, the familiar salty taste of his spend was coating your mouth and spilling down your throat. You swallowed around him, trying to savor every drop as he finally came to a halt.

When he withdrew from your mouth, he was quick to pull you up and forced you back onto the mattress. His fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties and pulled the material down your legs. He spread your legs wide and quickly dropped to his knees, burying his face in your needy pussy.

“Oh. Fuck!” You whined as he feasted on you. He flicked his tongue over your clit rapidly as he shoved three thick fingers inside of you. Your back arched when they found that sweet spot that took you to heaven and you clung to the comforter for dear life.

“There’s my girl. Always so desperate for me huh? My fingers, my tongue, my cock.” He taunted as he continued fucking you with his fingers, curling them enough to have you sceaming for him. He spits on your pussy before diving back in, flicking your clit a few times before closing his mouth over it and sucking gently. “I’m cumming.” You gasp as you finally hit your peak. You feel him smile into your pussy as you come down, trying to pull away from him as the overstimulation takes over any pleasure you were feeling. “Rudy.” You beg and he finally releases your clit and pulls his fingers from inside of you. He kisses the insides of your thighs before standing up to remove all of his clothes.

He slowly crawls onto the bed, spreading your legs as wide as possible so he can rest in between them. He fists his cock, pumping it back to life before slapping your sensitive clit with it. You hiss out in pain and he smiles before aligning himself and forcing himself inside of you in one single thrust.

“How bad have you missed me baby? You’re already squeezing me so fucking tight.” He grunts as he comes down on top of you, quickly snapping his hips forward as you cling onto his back. He buries his face in your neck and bites you, causing you to slide your hands up to his hair and tug until he’s growling in your ear. “I better not see you with anyone else every again Y/N, I fucking mean it.” He warns as he continues fucking you like it’s the last time he will ever be inside of you.

“If you can fuck around, so can I.” You spit out in between moans and he takes you by surprise by wrapping his hand around your throat.

“I’m not fucking around sweetheart.” He growls before capturing your lips. You kiss him back with the same intensity and he releases his grip.

“Neither am I Rudy. If you’re not gonna stop, then this is the last fucking time.” You say in the steadiest tone you can muster and you swear you could see a smirk forming on his face.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that, won’t we.” He taunts and before you know it, you’re on your hands and knees cursing yourself for ever leaving the house that night.

[srslyblvck]

the devil you know, avengers

pairing: avengers x fem!reader

synopsis: the avengers seem really desperate as they come to you—the person who went under their skin like no one else to help them win against hydra. while they are walking on eggshells around you, you are having fun causing chaos.

warnings: mentions of y/n (maybe), blood, violence, gore, sexual assault

word count: 3.9k

chapter: 10/?

series masterlist

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE SUN WAS SETTING, casting long shadows over the quiet, empty road as you and Bucky drove on, the old Cadillac’s engine humming as it sped down the rural highway. The landscape was sparse, fields stretching on either side of the road, with only the occasional farmhouse breaking up the horizon.

As the car rounded a bend, you spotted two figures up ahead—a couple standing by the roadside, looking a little worse for wear and waving their hands in an attempt to flag down a ride. You instinctively tensed, narrowing your eyes as you watched them. Something about it felt… off.

“Keep driving,” you muttered under your breath, eyeing the couple suspiciously.

But Bucky slowed the car, giving you a sidelong glance. “They look stranded. It’ll be fine.”

You let out a quiet huff, still watching them closely as the car slowed to a stop. “Fine,” you muttered, reluctantly. “But keep your eyes open.”

The couple hurried over, expressions of relief plastered across their faces as they climbed into the back seat, each settling into their spots with quick, grateful smiles.

“Thanks so much!” the guy said as he jogged up to the car. “Our car broke down a few miles back, and my phone’s dead. We just need a ride to the next town.”

“Sure, hop in,” Bucky replied, giving you a reassuring nod as they settled into the back seat.

As he pulled back onto the road, you leaned back in your seat, watching the couple through the rearview mirror. They were sitting a bit too straight, their eyes darting to each other every now and then, like they were keeping up a silent conversation. Something about their body language felt… practiced.

The guy noticed you staring and gave a polite smile, but there was a glint in his eyes that didn’t quite fit the friendly image. You smirked to yourself and casually unbuckled your seatbelt, causing Bucky to give you a sideways look.

“What are you doing?” he muttered under his breath.

Ignoring him, you turned around in your seat, eyeing the couple with a grin that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “You know,” you began, voice low and calm, “for two people hitching a ride, you sure seem pretty unprepared for this.”

The woman’s eyes flickered with a brief flash of recognition. But the guy kept up the innocent act, looking at Bucky as if for support. “I—sorry?”

“You heard me,” you continued, your voice dangerously calm. “Two ex-Hydra soldiers with a knack for sniffing out trouble. One’s a super soldier, the other one controls shadows.” You leaned forward, your gaze sharp. “So, why don’t you tell me who sent you?”

The couple exchanged a quick, fleeting glance. Bucky frowned, clearly baffled by your sudden change in tone. “What are you talking about?”

“Just drive,” you said, keeping your eyes locked on the couple.

The man’s friendly smile melted away, replaced by a smirk as he leaned back, letting out a dark chuckle. “Our boss said you’d figure it out. Knew you’d recognize us.”

At that, Bucky’s jaw clenched his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “Your boss?” he repeated, his voice low and cautious.

The woman beside him grinned, pulling a sleek handgun from her jacket pocket and aiming it at you. Her partner did the same, two barrels glinting in the low light as the car kept moving down the desolate road.

You didn’t flinch. Instead, shadows coiled around your fingers as you reached out, controlling their shadows as they twisted up from beneath them, wrapping around their necks like tight, black tendrils. The guns fell from their hands, clattering to the floor, as they struggled against the suffocating darkness.

Your smirk grew wider. “Tell your boss to go to hell,” you whispered, grabbing one of the guns.

Then, without hesitating, you pulled the trigger twice, silencing both of them in an instant. Their bodies slumped, and the eerie silence filled the car, save for the low, continuous hum of the engine.

Bucky glanced back, face a mix of shock and confusion as he stared at the two bodies in the back seat. He looked at you, mouth slightly open as if trying to find the right words but coming up empty.

You wiped a stray speck of blood from your cheek with the back of your hand, giving him a look that was part exasperation, part amusement. “Did you really forget how Hydra plans things? They’re not just going to let us walk away without trying to stop us.”

Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it again, shaking his head as he struggled to process what had just happened. “You could’ve warned me,” he managed, voice barely above a whisper.

You shrugged, slipping the gun into your bag. “Thought you could use the surprise. Besides,” you added, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth, “I didn’t want to ruin the fun.”

Bucky let out a sigh, finally finding his voice, though it was edged with disbelief. “There are two dead bodies in the back seat.”

You met his gaze, eyes glinting with that familiar hint of mischief. “Guess we need to find a new ride.”

After a good half-hour of driving in silence, with the two bodies stiff and slumped in the back seat, Bucky pulled the Cadillac off the main road and toward an old bridge that spanned a shallow creek. The bridge was rusted, the wood on the sides splintered, and no one else was around for miles. Bucky parked and cut the engine, giving the car one last, almost regretful look.

“Alright,” he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder and glancing at you. “Let’s dump the car and get out of here.”

You nodded, grabbing the bag of supplies you’d picked up at the gas station and stepping out of the car, breathing in the cool, night air. The two of you pushed the Cadillac until it was just teetering at the edge of the bridge. With one last shove, it tipped over, crashing down into the creek below with a splash.

“Well, that’s taken care of,” you said, brushing your hands off. “Now, let’s find a way to blend in.”

A few minutes of walking brought you to a slightly rundown McDonald’s, its faded sign buzzing faintly. It wasn’t much, but the thought of greasy fries and a stolen vehicle to get back on the road was a relief.

“This place might be even sketchier than that car we just dumped,” Bucky muttered as you both approached.

You snorted, glancing around the empty parking lot. The one saving grace? No cameras. That was a small miracle. “Perfect. All we need now is a set of keys.”

As you walked into the McDonald’s, your eyes scanned the patrons, looking for anyone with a half-decent car and, ideally, someone who wouldn’t notice they’d been robbed until you were long gone. Then you saw him—a lanky, thin man sitting alone in the corner, scrolling through his phone and sipping from an oversized drink. His car keys were lazily dropped on the table beside him.

“That’s our guy,” you murmured to Bucky. “Stay put. I’ll take care of it.”

You strolled over casually, taking a long route around the tables before “accidentally” bumping into him, your hand brushing the keys off the table in the process. “Oh, sorry about that!” you said, offering an apologetic smile as you snatched the keys up in a swift motion.

“No problem, sweetheart,” the man replied, looking up with a grin that immediately sent a chill down your spine. He looked you up and down, a little too long, his gaze landing on your waist as he leaned in closer. “Though, maybe we could make it up to each other?”

Your polite smile froze, and you stepped back, already disgusted, but his hand darted out, resting on your lower back as he leaned into your ear. “You came over here for a reason, didn’t you?”

You fought the urge to shove him, trying to stay under the radar. “Back off,” you said, keeping your tone low but firm. When you tried to step away, his fingers closed around your wrist, holding you in place.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” he murmured, his grip tightening. “You wanted something from me, didn’t you?”

Just as your patience snapped and you were about to clock him across the face, a hand gripped the back of his collar and yanked him out of his chair, sending him sprawling onto the floor. You looked up to see Bucky standing beside you, his eyes dark with anger as he stared down at the man.

“Touch her again,” Bucky growled, his voice low and lethal, “and you’ll regret it.”

The guy looked up, stunned, and wisely kept his mouth shut as he scuttled back, putting as much distance as he could between himself and Bucky. Meanwhile, Bucky turned to you, his hand unconsciously resting on your waist as he guided you away from the scene. You barely noticed, too busy glaring at the guy as you left him to nurse his bruised ego.

Once you were clear of the crowd, you turned to Bucky, feeling a mixture of irritation and relief. “I was handling it just fine.”

He rolled his eyes, releasing his hold on your waist. “Oh yeah, you were doing great. Right up until he was about to assault you.”

You huffed, looking away. “Fine, thanks. Or whatever.” The words slipped out before you could stop them, softer than you’d intended. You didn’t mean for him to hear, but he did, and he stilled.

Bucky gave you a curious look, his brows furrowing as though trying to process the fact that you’d actually thanked him. But you quickly averted your gaze, pressing the button on the stolen car key fob to find the vehicle. Somewhere behind you, Bucky was still standing there, half in shock.

The sound of the car unlocking drew both of your attention to a sleek, black Jeep in the back of the lot.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” you said, raising an eyebrow, satisfied.

The black Jeep rumbled along the desolate road, the landscape gradually shifting as you and Bucky crossed into Michigan. You’d been driving for the past hour, much to Bucky’s visible discomfort, as he occasionally clutched the edge of the seat like it might save him if you veered off course.

“Relax, Barnes,” you muttered, smirking as you glanced at him. “I’ve got this.”

“Sure, because that last turn didn’t almost kill us,” he replied, his tone dry as sandpaper.

You waved him off, turning your attention back to the road. The tension eased slightly as the first signs of civilization began to dot the horizon—a tiny, rundown tourist shop with a weathered sign boasting MAPS, SOUVENIRS, AND SNACKS. You pulled into the gravel parking lot, killing the engine and hopping out.

“Alright,” you said, stretching your arms over your head. “Let’s get this over with.”

Bucky frowned as he followed you toward the shop. “What are we even doing here?”

“Mapping things out for the others, obviously,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “I can’t have them wandering around like clueless tourists. Well… not that they’ll find this place easily even with directions.”

Inside, the shop was as rundown as the exterior suggested. Dusty shelves lined with expired snacks and faded postcards greeted you, along with an elderly man behind the counter who barely looked up as you entered. You made a beeline for the map stand, grabbing three identical folded maps of Michigan.

Bucky raised an eyebrow as you grabbed a red marker from a nearby display. “What’s with the marker?”

“Watch and learn, old man,” you said, plopping the maps onto the counter and spreading one open. With quick, precise strokes, you drew a route leading to your safe house, marking each map with a red circle at the final destination. “Now everyone gets their very own DIY treasure map.”

“Very thoughtful of you,” Bucky deadpanned.

“Right?” you said with a grin, folding the maps and tucking them into your jacket.

As you walked outside, you scanned the area until your eyes landed on a red trashcan far enough from the shop to seem inconspicuous. With an exaggerated flourish, you dropped the maps inside.

“There. Done,” you said, brushing your hands together. “Now, all we have to do is wait for them to catch up.”

Back in the Jeep, you grabbed the walkie-talkie and leaned back in your seat, your voice cutting through the static.

“Hey, everyone. Just thought I’d point out that none of you seemed even slightly concerned about where the safe house is. Not a single word about it. Kind of hurtful, really.” You smirked, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “But since I’m a generous and very nice person, I’ve left you all a little present.”

The walkie crackled before Steve’s voice replied, cautious as ever. “What kind of present?”

“Oh, nothing major,” you said, dragging it out for effect. “Just some maps. You’ll find them in the trashcan at the tourist shop right after you cross into Michigan. Red trashcan, can’t miss it.”

Tony’s voice cut in, sharp and skeptical. “Wait, you made maps? And put them in a trashcan?”

“Yes, Stark,” you said with mock patience. “And I even used a red marker. It’s very professional.”

“Professional?” Clint chimed in, laughing. “You’re sending us on a scavenger hunt!”

“It’s not my fault you guys didn’t think to ask where the place is,” you replied, feigning innocence. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Natasha’s voice came through next, calm but clearly amused. “I’ll admit, this is better than wandering aimlessly.”

“See? Nat gets it,” you said smugly. “Anyway, maps are there. Don’t lose them, or you’re on your own.”

“Noted,” Steve said, his tone dry.

“And hurry up,” you added, smirking as you leaned back in your seat. “Bucky and I might finish all the snacks before you get here.”

There was a pause before Sam’s voice came through, chuckling. “If you don’t kill each other first.”

You grinned, setting the walkie down and glancing at Bucky, who was giving you his usual unimpressed look.

“What?” you asked innocently.

“You really put the maps in a trashcan,” he said, shaking his head.

“Hey, it adds character,” you said, starting the Jeep again. “Now, let’s go. We’ve got bonding to do.”

Bucky groaned, leaning back in his seat as the Jeep rolled onto the road again. “This is going to be a long day.”

The Jeep rolled along the bumpy countryside road, the faint glow of the setting sun casting warm hues across the fields. You had your hands firmly on the wheel, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the quiet. Bucky, sitting in the passenger seat, looked out the window with his usual stoic expression, but his fingers tapped absently on his knee—a telltale sign of his irritation.

It wasn’t until the silence stretched into something a little too long that you decided to break it.

“So, Barnes,” you said, throwing him a quick glance, “you got any favorite road trip songs? Or do you just sit in silence, brooding like a moody teenager?”

He turned to you, eyebrow raised. “Brooding?”

“Yeah, brooding,” you repeated with a grin, keeping your eyes on the road. “You know, arms crossed, staring out the window, thinking about your tragic past or whatever.”

Bucky sighed, leaning back in his seat. “I don’t brood.”

“Sure,” you said, drawing the word out. “You don’t brood. You just sulk in a very manly way.”

He gave you a pointed look. “You talk too much.”

“Thanks. I try.”

You reached forward, flicking on the radio, and immediately regretted it as static filled the car. Frowning, you twisted the knob, cycling through channels until you found something halfway decent—a peppy pop song that instantly clashed with the rugged energy of the Jeep.

“Oh, this is perfect,” you said, cranking up the volume.

Bucky looked at you like you’d just committed a crime. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence as you started bopping your head to the beat. “You don’t like it? I think it suits the vibe.”

“The vibe of what? A clown car?” he muttered, reaching for the dial.

You smacked his hand away. “Hands off. Driver picks the music.”

“Driver also nearly killed us twice today,” he shot back.

“Oh, relax,” you said with a laugh, swerving the car slightly just to mess with him. His hand immediately shot out to steady himself on the dashboard, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered, but there was a flicker of something lighter in his expression—a hint of amusement he didn’t bother to hide.

After a while, the two of you pulled into a tiny rest stop—a place that looked like it had been forgotten by time, complete with peeling paint and a vending machine that seemed more decorative than functional. You stretched as you stepped out of the Jeep, glancing around.

“Well, it’s not exactly five-star, but it’ll do,” you said, heading toward the vending machine.

Bucky followed, watching as you squinted at the dusty selection of snacks behind the scratched glass. “What are you even trying to get? Those things are probably older than I am.”

“Funny,” you said, pointing to a packet of chips. “I bet this bag’s fresher than your jokes.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue as you fished some coins from your pocket and punched in the number. The machine whirred, the chips moving slowly toward the edge before stopping halfway.

“Are you kidding me?” you muttered, crouching down to glare at the stubborn bag.

Bucky crossed his arms, watching you struggle. “Karma.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, shaking the machine. It didn’t budge.

With a sigh, you stepped back and gestured to him. “Alright, big guy. Time to put those super-soldier muscles to work. Get my chips.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously,” you said, crossing your arms. “Come on, Captain Metal Arm. Impress me.”

Bucky let out a low chuckle but stepped forward. With one casual push, he tilted the vending machine just enough for the bag to drop. He grabbed it and handed it to you, his expression unreadable.

You took the chips, opening the bag with exaggerated flair. “And they say chivalry is dead.”

“Next time, you’re on your own,” he replied, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, betraying his amusement.

As the two of you sat on the hood of the Jeep, sharing the chips and watching the sun dip below the horizon, the tension of the day began to melt away.

“You know,” you said after a while, tossing a chip into your mouth, “you’re not as bad as I thought.”

Bucky glanced at you, one eyebrow raised. “Gee, thanks.”

“No, really,” you said with a grin. “You’ve got this whole brooding, tough guy thing going on, but deep down, you’re just a big softie.”

He shook his head, but there was a trace of a smile on his lips. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“Never,” you replied, smirking as you held up the bag of chips. “Want the last one?”

He reached for it, but you pulled it away at the last second, popping it into your mouth with a mischievous grin.

“Child,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Grump,” you shot back, leaning back on the hood with a satisfied sigh.

The quiet between you was lighter now, the kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled. For once, the weight of everything—the mission, Hydra, the constant running—seemed to fade, if only for a little while.

The Jeep creaked as it rolled along the uneven dirt road, kicking up small clouds of dust in its wake. The countryside around you gradually began to shift into something more picturesque—open grassy fields stretched endlessly on either side, dotted with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze. The sky above was a brilliant shade of blue, unmarred by pollution or city haze, and in the distance, you could see small cottages scattered across the rolling hills.

You pulled the Jeep to a stop near the edge of the village, cutting the engine. For a moment, neither of you moved, both taking in the view before you.

Bucky was the first to step out, his boots crunching against the gravel as he surveyed the area. His expression softened—confusion giving way to quiet amusement, and then to something almost admiring.

“This is it?” he asked, his voice low.

You stepped out, standing by the Jeep as the breeze ruffled your hair. “This is it,” you said softly, your tone carrying a hint of nostalgia.

Bucky turned, looking around with a kind of cautious curiosity. The place was nothing like he’d expected—serene, untouched, almost too peaceful for someone like him, or even for someone like you. He caught sight of a small group of children running across a grassy field in the distance, their laughter rising above the whisper of the wind.

“It’s… nice,” he said, his voice almost hesitant.

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you stood there, your gaze fixed on the horizon, where the sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting golden light over the landscape. The breeze shifted again, and for a moment, Bucky was distracted—not by the scenery, but by you.

The way the sunlight framed your face, softening the usual sharpness of your features. The rare, peaceful expression you wore, as if this place had pulled you into a memory too distant to touch but impossible to ignore. Your hair moved gently with the breeze, and the faintest trace of a smile played on your lips—one that was neither sarcastic nor guarded.

Bucky’s brow furrowed slightly, his confusion mingling with something he couldn’t quite name.

“This place… you’ve been here before,” he said, more a statement than a question.

You glanced at him, the momentary warmth in your expression replaced with your usual mask of indifference. “Yeah. A long time ago.”

He didn’t press, sensing that whatever history this place held for you wasn’t something you were ready to share. Instead, he looked around again, letting the calmness of the village settle over him.

“This is a good spot,” he said finally, nodding to himself. “Safe. Quiet.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, your gaze drifting back toward the horizon. “It’s the kind of place that makes you forget the rest of the world exists.”

The two of you stood there for a while, the silence filled with the sound of the wind rustling the grass and the distant clamor of life in the village. It was a rare moment—one where neither of you felt the weight of everything chasing you.

After a while, Bucky glanced at you again. “How long do you think it’ll take for the others to get here?”

“Knowing them?” you said with a smirk, leaning against the Jeep. “Probably long enough for you to fall asleep waiting.”

Bucky huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head as he leaned back against the Jeep beside you. The two of you waited, side by side, as the peacefulness of the village continued to wrap around you like a cocoon, keeping the chaos of the outside world at bay.

dividers by @dollywons

[venomwrites]

CaitVi but involve Jinx?

Spoilers for 2x08

Kind of a followup to Caitlyn cleaning VI up but it's not necessary to read that first

Caitlyn’s body moves without consent as she rides the elevator down. 

She has to do something to make this better. Something for Vi. She has been able to tell herself all kinds of lies with Vi’s absence. Probably with her time before. No, before she just listened to Vi’s bullshit. Because Vi wanted to make he happy. 

There is one thing Vi cares about. 

“I’ll take that,” she says, picking up the tray of food. 

Jinx looks small in the cell. 

Small in the same way Caitlyn saw when they first laid eyes on each other after the flare. She hasn’t since. Caitlyn is intimately familiar with the damage small objects can do. She tells herself she is not fooled by the small, curled up creature who is sobbing into her knees. The stupor that had her listlessly following them has eased. Caitlyn knows this part. Now the grief has dug in its claws. 

Your blood in her veins

Why do you sound like her?

“You sister survived surgery,” she says, unable to listen to the small sounds Jinx is making, “she’s resting.”

“Vi’s alive?” Jinx croaks. 

“Yes,” Caitlyn says. She could throw the food at the door and say nothing more. But she thinks of Vi just laying there and how furious she would be, “she isn’t out of the woods but the doctors don’t think she’s in any immediate danger.”

Jinx wipes at her face messily. Just that movement has Caitlyn jerking back, nearly spilling the water on the tray. She is better than this. Better than the memory of those ultraviolet eyes staring at her from her own bathroom mirror. 

“Did you see her?” Jinx questions. 

For a moment it’s Vi looking back at her from that cell. Where did you get these. Caitlyn tries to remember if they had the same eyes before the Shimmer painted JInx’s that color. But the memory of Vi is replaced by the image of her on the hospital bed and finally back to where Jinx is looking at her suspiciously. 

“Yes,” she says. Annoyance pricks at her, “I am not lying,” she snaps. 

Jinx just keeps staring at her and it is unbearable. Caitlyn drops the tray by the food slot and pushes it forward with her foot. She expects Jinx to grab her but she doesn’t. She just watches every move as Caitlyn nudges the tray forward and steps back. Caitlyn cannot take the gaze and walks over to the elevator. 

“Why did you tell me?” Jinx asks. 

“Vi would want you to know.” 

&&&

Vi crashes in the morning. 

It takes three doctors to stabilize her enough before they rush her to surgery again to cut her back open. Find the bleed. Find the swelling. Find what is making her die and relieve it before it can put her down for good. 

Caitlyn can only watch as they swarm over her. 

She’s powerless. 

“She had another surgery,” she tells Jinx. Jinx’s fingertips pause their listless drawing, “She’s alive.”

“She’s not getting better,” Jinx says. 

“That’s not what the doctors say,” Caitlyn shoots back. Jinx scoffs something that sounds suspiciously like Topsider and Caitlyn sees red, “what would you know?! You haven’t been around!”

Jinx lays her head on her knees and shifts enough to lock eyes with her. Caitlyn hates the appraising look in her eyes. She told everyone Jinx was dangerous. Vi always mentioned how smart she was. The bars of the cell are a cold comfort as Caitlyn gets the distinct impression Jinx is here only because she wants to be. 

“You talkin to me or yourself?” She asks. 

The desire to kill her rears up again and immediately gets overwhelmed by the guilt. Jinx is right. Worse, she knows she is right. Who is she to speak about Vi’s state in any sense but the medical one. It’s not just her new, urgent wounds. It’s her half healed ones too. Infected cuts, a fungal infection, vitamin deficiencies, concerning liver values—Vi has been doing everything but taking care of herself. And that, Caitlyn knows, is her fault. 

“I’m telling you what the doctors have said because Vi would want you to know,” Caitlyn says, trying to reach for the voice that puts obedience into people’s hearts, “That is the only reason I’m here. Not to talk to you.”

Jinx looks as though she is going to say something further. But then she looks back down at the floor. Her fingers resume their drawing. Caitlyn wants to remind her she can have her killed with a snap of her fingers. She has all of the power here. 

But then she thinks of Vi with the paddles pressed to her chest.

She has no power when it really counts. 

&&&&

“You say you were out of your mind when we were walking back,” Jinx says, “were you when you kissed her?”

It’s sometimes the bitterest pill to swallow. She can say she was not in her right mind. Dismiss her actions as those of a woman mad with grief. But she wanted to kiss Vi. She wanted to kiss her for so long. To feel the cut in Vi’s lips against her own, to feel what it felt like to have Vi’s arms around her. Not out of pity but out of desire. And they were, they were around her and then Caitlyn had to go and ruin everything. 

“Do you love her?” 

The words make her freeze. 

Jinx waits until she is crouched in front of the cell with the tray to ask. Vi is alive, healing. Caitlyn tells herself it’s security that drives her down here to deliver the tray. It’s been a hard day so she lets herself have the excuse. 

“Why would I answer that?” Caitlyn demands, “why would I talk about my feelings with you?”

Jinx considers her. 

“You keep coming down here,” she points out, “you didn’t even say if Vi had surgery today.” 

Caitlyn strongly dislikes being called out. But Jinx is not wrong. She does keep coming down here. She doesn’t even tell herself it’s because she’s concerned about someone poisoning Jinx. She barely touches the food except when she’s threatened with force feedings. 

“I want to know if there’s a person in you,” she says. 

“No,” Jinx replies. 

“No?” 

“She chose me,” Jinx says, “you’re trying to figure out why because you hate me.” 

Anger surges through her.

“You destroyed the Undercity and killed my mother! Of course I hate you!” Caitlyn shouts. 

The anger is blinding, but it’s unsatisfied. It doesn’t feel good to shout at this broken creature. She can cling to things like the law and intent all she wants. The fact is if Jinx was from a respectable family in Piltover a judge would call her insane and send her for treatment. 

“I kidnapped you.”

“What?” She looks at her.

“If we’re listing my crimes. I kidnapped you,” she draws on the ground, “I blew up my dad—“ her face tightens, “there are others,” she looks at Caitlyn, “Vi still chose me.” 

She’s back in that temple screaming at Vi. Hitting her. Leaving her. Like everyone leaves her. 

“Yes, alright. I hate that she chose you,” Caitlyn says before she can properly think. Jinx looks at her. Caitlyn doesn’t want to be here confessing things. But Vi is slowly dying up there. And Caitlyn cannot confess to her, “you’ve caused so much pain.”

“But she loves me,” Jinx says, “I was happy when she chose me but then I saw how unhappy she was without you,” Caitlyn feels sick, “she didn’t choose me completely. She chose you too. It just wasn’t enough for you. But she does love you.” 

Caitlyn presses her back against the wall. Somewhere she surely knew what Jinx is saying. Which means she’s right. It wasn’t enough. Vi never chooses anything in half measures and the fact she chose this to try it out—it stings. It feels like a betrayal. It isn’t and Caitlyn hates that she knows that and her heart doesn’t care. 

“Everything she did, she did it for you,” Jinx continues, “that’s what Vi does. She’ll go to the ends of the earth for the people she loves,” her eyes peer at Caitlyn’s through a mess of blue hair, “it’s hard to be loved like that.”

Caitlyn feels her throat go tight but she shoves the feeling back. 

They both know Jinx is right. 

&&&&

“It’s an eating day,” Caitlyn announces as she pushes the tray through the slot. Jinx gives her an annoyed look, “it’s been two days. You know what will happen.”

Jinx sighs and picks up the sandwich. On days when she eats her energy perks back. She’s more talkative, more alert. Caitlyn likes those days because it is much easier to hate her on them. She looks down at the water Jinx has used to paint things. Much to her shock, she recognizes something.

“Is that Jayce’s old studio?”

“No,” Jinx says, “that’s just some guy we robbed,” her brows knit together, “when everything went wrong.”

“When you blew it up!” Caitlyn says. Jinx pauses and for the first time looks intrigued, “I was there!”

“You were?”

“Yes! The door was jammed. We couldn’t open it,” her mind is spinning, “you—Vi was there?” Jinx nods slowly. Caitlyn tries to think back to that hallway. She remembers the sounds of people scrambling and the muttered voices, “I dropped something.”

“So did I,” Jinx laments, “after we heard you.”

“You heard me,” Caitlyn repeats. 

Jinx gives her a halfhearted annoyed look. Caitlyn knows she’s repeating things but she cannot help it. Vi was on the other side of that door. She presses her fingertips to her lips. Tries to imagine what Vi may have looked like at that age. Her stomach twists when she realizes the rocket Jinx fired at her mother was not the only time she tried to blow up someone Caitlyn loved. The familiar anger is acidic in her mouth but it’s more vinegar than bile. 

Because Vi was there too. 

And slowly Caitlyn is realizing that may matter more. 

&&&&

The day Vi starts to wake up is the worst day of Caitlyn’s life. 

She knows it does not happen all at once. It’s a gradual process. But it’s hell. She cannot kick the doctors out. She does not know what to do. She can only watch as they remove tubes and try to cajole a response from Vi. Vi struggles and makes the most horrible sounds that cut through Caitlyn’s defenses. It hurts so much to see she practically flees down to Jinx’s cell. 

“What happened?” Jinx is instantly at the bars.

“She’s waking up,” Caitlyn chokes out. 

“Okay? Why do you look like that?” Jinx questions, “Is she okay?” 

“She’s fine, she’s in pain,” she says. Jinx rolls her eyes like Caitlyn has just said the stupidest thing she’s ever heard. Maybe it is. Vi is always in some kind of pain, “I don’t like seeing her in pain.” 

“Me neither but you look wrecked,” Jinx observes. 

“I—“ Caitlyn stops. Collects herself. Jinx sighs and shakes her head. 

“You’re not going to do anything about it.”

“That’s not true!”

“You think when she wakes up its gonna be sunshine and roses?” She shakes her head, “Vi’s going to yell at you and scare you off. Just don’t hit her this time she’s still healing.” 

“How dare you!” Caitlyn glares. 

“I’m not the one who hit her,” she says. 

Caitlyn can scarcely believe her ears. Jinx has done so much worse. Nearly killed her more times than she can count. Caitlyn knows she has made terrible mistakes but this is different. Surely it is different. They are not comparable. 

You sound like her

 Only one of them flooded the Undercity with drugs. 

You sound like her

Hurt Vi

You sound like her

It’s her blood in your veins!

Caitlyn’s back hits the wall. 

“You sound like her,” the words slip out of her mouth, “that’s why I’m here. You sound like her.”

Jinx moves over and places herself in the corner closest to Caitlyn. It’s only a wall that separates them. In another world perhaps it is her in the cell and Jinx is the one who prevents all of this. Maybe then Vi gets to be happy. 

“You love her, don’t you?”

Caitlyn nods, though she knows Jinx cannot see her. She cannot say those words to her first. No matter how human she has become as they both wait for Vi to wake up. 

“What if she chooses me again?” Jinx asks. 

“I don’t know,” Caitlyn says.

“Will you still love her?”

Caitlyn wishes this was not a real question. Then she feels like a fool for realizing it will always be a facet of whatever it is between them. It is Jinx’s blood flowing through her veins. And Caitlyn has reflected her actions in every scream of grief. They have both brought Vi to this place. 

“Yes,” Caitlyn whispers. 

“What if you mess it up again?” Jinx asks. 

“I’m a Kiramman,” Caitlyn snaps, “we don’t fail.” 

Something sets in Jinx’s eyes. She considers Caitlyn for a long moment and then gets to her feet. 

“I’m not going to talk to you anymore,” Jinx says and walks to the far corner. “Next time you come down here it should be to kill me,” she says. 

&&&

Vi wakes up properly. 

And everything changes. 

[decaffeinatedcupcakekid]

If I had to change something about Boruto, it’d be the characters. Not that they don’t have a good basis, it’s just that their potential was absolutely wasted. They feel soulless. Like they have no personality whatsoever.

And I know that factually they’re all very unique like Chocho, Sarada and Kawaki, they all have the potential to be very motivating characters in their own right.

Except they aren’t.

Kawaki is a mirror to Sasuke, we’re meant to see him as Boruto’s rival with a tragic backstory. A brother, a sun and moon narrative that’s a complete replica of Sasuke and Naruto.

And that’s where the problem lays. They’re all just replicas of someone else. The og series also had this issue of making new characters like old ones e.g. Sakura & Rin, Sasuke & Madara etc. but those were actually well done. This is just a cash grab trying to replicate the previous series.

The Boruto series should stop trying to be something it’s not and actually embrace itself as a new idea while also NOT ruining previous characters. Ame was left in ruin, something Naruto never would’ve stood for, the boy we grew to love in the previous series is unrecognisable. And I get it, people change, which would’ve been cool and all to see if it wasn’t so poorly done.

For what reason does Naruto genuinely have to act like this? Yeah, he has a village to run that’s been booming ever since the war, except he has advisors in Ino, Shikamaru, Sakura and literally every clan head is on his side. His village is best friends with every other village. There is hardly any conflict. And you’re telling me he can’t come to his children’s birthday party? Mr ‘I want to be Hokage so people won’t look down on me’? But also he wants that because he has no family so he wants the villagers to love him. And he forsakes his family, who’ve loved him since the beginning, so easily?

They ruin old characters to the point where they may as well be from another universe because if they were half the people they actually were, that’d stop the conflicts before they start. And yeah, maybe the previous main character overshadowing the new one is a bad thing, I get that.

But if they were going to character assassinate Naruto as a way to solve this, I’d rather they have him killed before the main Boruto series started. That’d cause conflict. The pillar of peace just dying. Or like, anything else. There was no need to ruin Naruto for a soulless series like Boruto that only focuses on power ups.

And I know there’s going to be people who think the power ups are cool, that the two blue vortex is actually kind of cool. But that’s because literally every other character from the Naruto series is gone so that they can’t overshadow Boruto.

Naruto and Hinata? In another dimension. Kurama? In Himawari and weaker. Sasuke? In a tree. Gaara? Also in another dimension. Everyone is gone, and yeah, it’s tragic, but the shock effect wore off after Sasuke, it’s overdone now.

Every single character with depth is gone or hardly in the series. Sakura gets to stay because she’s a medic ig but as soon as Sarada needs a more dramatic route to her story, I guarantee she’s getting sealed off too.

The authors are scared to kill off actually important characters from the og series but are more than willing to ruin them. Everything is about them. Not Boruto.

No one was going to be happy with Boruto, I get that, people hate sequels. But the genuine apathy radiating off of that work kills me. The shock factor is over, move on.

I have so much more to rant about but I’ll end it here or I’ll never stop.

[siremasterlawrence]

Breaking In To The Movies

After shooting my first movie had to give you guys this and it’s also a thank you for hitting this page up with 4,025 followers.

Woohoo!

“I just landed my first acting gig so I need a new body.”

Scott Eastwood is at a some stupid celebrity sporting event held in a massive field in a stadium Hollywood, Los Angeles playing that idiotic game football in all of his overly masculine macho bullshit and showing off all of his skills.He brushes past most of the field running in a circle as he caught the ball falling to the ground as he hit the end of the field in a bit of excitement and he starts to scream his clothes obviously wet as ever and doing a little dance.I sigh rolling my eyes as he returns back to his seat taking a minute unbelievably he is careless to not be aware of mi presence is looming behind him and I reach my hand out for his bottle and grab it before he can see it happen.It is sad but I don’t give a shit walking back in to the end of the hall in the cover of the halls darkness the cap is unscrewed, the needle cap is pulled off and I inject it in to his bottle as it was nothing quickly returning it back to his bag.

Cockiness does have its disadvantages like well you know pride cometh before the fall as the saying goes I think to myself happily as I watch him gobble it down for the world to see and the camera finally pans on him as I begin to feel faint. I don’t really feel much at all as my eyes slowly close in time to a excessive amount of yawning then I nod off completely falling on to the bench fading out of existence and I appear right behind him.I laugh a bit as he starts to feel odd taking left hand he starts to yank on his collar as the whistle goes off he hops back in to the game excitedly it’s so pathetic, the sweat of beads so apparent in his face to go with this lethargic sportsmanship to boot he is a true laughing stock. Sorry! Cockiness needs to be corrected I think again following him as he pretends he is proud of his performance to the crowd, he then makes a dash for the bathroom placing his hand firmly on to the sink and screams in pain before he looks in to the mirror and sees.

“BOO!” I shout before unleashing a haunting laugh.

“Who the fuck are you?” He yells

“Your worse nightmare” my attitude assured

“Do I know you?” He thinks

“Go ahead! Guess” I state

“We worked together on a movie “ he replies

“Correct and now we will not be doing that “

“Wait! This most be by imagination “

“Yeah! Let me wet my face it’s a dream”

“Why bother? It’s a dream alright “

“Yeah! I’ll wake up soon”

“Go to sleep! Nighty night”

“Dumbass! Here we go”

“Let me close my eyes”

“Oooohh! My body bow “

“Not bad! Fine ass”

“For a white boi anyway “

“Time to go for a test drive “

“This is a nice see “

“Hey ladies “

“Hey fellas”

“Bring me some drinks stat”

“Who want to be in my entourage tonight”

“Yeah motherfucker’s”

“Uh uh! We are going all night”

“This loser thinks he is a sleep “

“I am Scott Eastwood “

“Who wants to dance?”

“Really? No one!”

“Boo!”

“You all suck “

“Guys or gals”

“Does not matter “

“I swing it right and left “

“Play both sides”

“I am Scott Eastwood Bitch”

“My budding career mixed with this body.”

“Yum”

The end