#SO I CAN'T INCLUDE IT IN GOOD CONSCIENCE

[fandomcringebucket]

PILLS - ST. VINCENT (MASSEDUCTION)

[lord-squiggletits]

One TF fandom argument that confuses me is when people put Megatron and Starscream versus each other like, when people say that it's "unfair that Megatron gets redemption but Starscream doesn't" (in regards to IDW1) because like. One, IDW1 in phase 2 was written by like 4 different writers, so you can't try to claim that there was some unified vision where the nonexistent Singular Writer of IDW was like "no Starscream isn't allowed to have nice things."

And second, I don't think the writers would even think of it that way? It's not like the writers were like "okay we have one Get Out Of Jail Free Card and we're going to spend it on Megatron, sorry Starscream maybe in the next reboot you can get it." The divisions fans make between X character likers and Y character likers are completely made up fandom drama and sometimes I feel like people don't understand that the writers aren't privy to fandom infighting/drama and wouldn't write Megatron and Starscream in opposition to each other as if one character's gain must come at the other's expense.

And finally............. IDW1 Starscream literally does get to be portrayed as a more morally gray person, have his feelings shown and treated as human, even make some friends/have people treat him nicely? IDK what fucking comics people are reading where they think that Starscream is treated as an evil villain with no redeeming qualities at all. Maybe it's the same Starscream fans who shit on TAAO/Scott or something, that's the only way I could explain it.

[bouncyenvos]

It's so good, i wish it wasn't squishmallow uguggugggh.....

[gambitandrogues]

Shoutout to Robbie Turner - dude learned to roll cigarettes in the communist party before deciding he wasn't interested in that and quitting

[drama-glob]

For those that think Ozzie doesn't care about the hierarchy or is somehow caught up in classism to actually want things to change for the lower class, I'd like for you to see this:

Look at the expressions each of the Deadly Sins wear as Blitz says this (except Belphagor since she's asleep so I didn't include her :/): Satan's is disinterested; Mammon's is gleeful; Leviathan's is cold (maybe sneering); Bee's is sad (as best as I can tell); but Ozzie's? That expression is more than just sad to me, it shows discomfort and guilt as he knows what Blitz is saying is true and he hates it. He also isn't looking away as if to try and make this blatant problem disappear, so that means he bears this weight on his conscience and it hurts; I honestly wouldn't be surprised if Ozzie (and likely Bee too) have tried in the past to make things better for all, only to be shut down like we saw in "Mastermind." :( In addition, while I can't speak for how well things truly are in Gluttony given how bad the Hellhound adoption agency seems to be, Lust at least seems to give its citizens the best quality of life from what we've seen, even though I know most of the population is incubi and succubi rather than imps and Hellhounds, but that's not nothing when we've seen how Greed and Wrath operate. :/

Yes, I know Ozzie's expression could also be related to how the trial went with Blitz being convicted, but considering Satan's bored/"I don't care" expression while Blitz is talking, I'm inclined to believe Ozzie's is related to what the other is saying about royals too. :/

So, as I saw on another post, maybe the question to ask isn't why Ozzie won't do anything and instead why he can't do anything because that is not the look of someone who is happy with the way things are for the lower class and is not blind to it. :( I mean, for goodness sake, Ozzie saw Fizz have a full-on breakdown in front of him about feeling like he's nothing without his title and barely worthy to even just work with a Deadly Sin, so even if Ozzie somehow didn't care about this issue or was unaware of it for THOUSANDS of years despite mingling amongst the deemed lower class all that time (so that means I highly doubt either was the case -_- ), he damn well would after that. (Yes, Fizz likely was dealing with internalized ableism too, but there's no way it was just that given how we saw Fizz's self-worth issues exist even before he lost his limbs, no doubt made worse by Cash Buckzo's influence as well :( ).

Also, just to put it out there since I haven't seen it mentioned yet, maybe we're shown this:

where they know Satan is uttering bullsh*t but don't say anything because it gives us a benchmark for setting up a future plot point of a royal civil war and we see which side of the fight they'd be on since they don't seem to like Satan and his forceful/harsh ways. :/ (Also, I'm pretty sure they'd be met with some form of punishment for speaking out against Satan, even if they are Deadly Sins too, so please consider that as well when it comes to reasons why they were silent; they have after all had thousands of years of experience dealing with Satan and how he'd likely respond :/).

[menlove]

hey can you please explain it to us? like how are we supposed to just understand? why would a large ethnic minority vote for an open racist who hates them? this is not intuitive

wasn't trying to imply you're just supposed to understand- sorry, it's just always a lil bit of a uh bitter inducing moment when this topic comes up bc it makes it really obvious that a lot of people just don't engage w the latine community

but basically, most latines are conservative christian. usually catholic (my family isn't catholic, though my grandmother was raised that way). a solid majority of them are one issue voters, usually on the issue of abortion because many catholics & conservative christians are one issue abortion voters.

there's also the immigration issue. a lot of these conservative latines do in fact care about better immigration reform, but a lot of them also have this attitude of "I did it legally, so why can't you?" so they don't even see themselves as a PART of the group being targeted. and if they do and they take issue with it, they tend to go "okay, but the republicans agree with me on everything else and I can't in good moral conscience vote for the other party who disagrees with everything I stand for as a moral christian"

and while many latines have voted blue over immigration in the past, harris leaned pretty heavily right on the immigration issue so it's like. to them. are you choosing the guy who agrees with you on everything but immigration, or the woman who disagrees with you on everything Including immigration?

and then you also have to get into the race of it all because race is beyond complicated in this case. non-black latines sit in a weird in between space with whiteness. to the right, we're white when we're Good. to the left, we're white when it's a Problem. whiteness is conditional. and this is the case for many demographics, but it's especially relevant here. when people sit on that edge of whiteness, they WILL throw each other and other minorities under the bus to earn the protection of whiteness. so you know. behave, vote red, show yourselves to be moral, legal citizens, and MAYBE you'll be granted the protection of being considered white in america. and we aren't. but that doesn't stop people from trying. even taking my dad as an example, I grew up with him talking about how much he hated white people. today, he's out here calling himself a proud white man who voted for trump. it's conditional. and people know whiteness is a protection. naturally, this leads to a lot of antiblackness in the community as well as just racism in general.

it just boils down to latines by and large being conservative christian/catholic and voting based on that rather than viewing themselves a minority race. and being way way more split on the immigration issue than people might imagine, because I've absolutely heard it parroted time and time again that "I got here legally, so can they"

[etz-ashashiyot]

Man, y'all so-called progressives and leftists really are gonna do your very best push me to being center-conservative, aren't you?

You have exposed the nasty guts of your political wing for the lies that it is.

Because here's the thing: you have no real principles undergirding your movements.

If you can be this antisemitic while claiming to stand for human rights without a trace of irony or a moment of self-reflection, then your movement is worthless and doomed.

"Listen to minorities about their own oppression!" "Rape is bad!" "Torture is bad!" "All peoples deserve self-determination!" "Stay in your lane and don't insert yourself into intracommunity conversations!"

"Great! Now make sure you apply all of these to all Jews, including Zionist and/or Israeli Jews."

If the left actually stood for any of its principles, I would say its fixable, I refuse to let these assholes define the movement, I'm not ceding any ground.

But it doesn't. And because of that, the flaw is fatal and the movement is irredeemable. The problem is the method itself. If it were fixable using leftist methods, it would already be fixed or at least efforts underway. But if anything it's just accelerating in the opposite direction.

Anyway my politics at this point are just that I'm a Jew. I can't in good conscience join the right or stay on the left. Perhaps centrism? If centrism is nuance and balancing needs, then sure. If it's neutrality and/or compromise with unreasonable demands, I can't afford to do that either.

[kitorin]

misalignment (n).

/ˌmɪsəˈlʌɪnm(ə)nt/

the incorrect arrangement or position of something in relation to something else. "in which, mikage reo finds himself both asphyxiated and confined within the unfortunate circumstances of his first love."

contents. mikage reo x gn!reader, unrequited feelings, no happy ending, right person wrong time (i think), reader and reo borderline drunk / wasted, unproofread misery, tiny implication at gaslighting but nothing like that happens, never written unrequited love nor experienced it (can't get rejected if i never confess !!)

Despite the intelligence and academic prowess he had maintained throughout his entire lifetime, Mikage Reo is fundamentally a fool; one who unwisely but desperately deludes himself as a means to remain blind to the truth.

The 'wanna hang out tonight?' text was the flame to his moth, effortlessly attracting him whilst having the full capability to incinerate his very existence, to destroy every part of him.

If years of friendship accompanied by unreciprocated feelings could teach him anything, it was that, to spend time with you, lining up was a prerequisite for Reo.

Free time for you was defined by work's leniency (which seldom seems to happen, but at least you enjoyed it), and the occasional period where you weren't obsessing over a drama or book series.

After that section of the queue, was quite literally everyone else. An invitation from you meant that Yukimiya was too preoccupied with modelling, Rin's overseas, Nagi was too lazy to respond and left you on read, Isagi's busy training, Kunigami's at the gym, and Hiori didn't have the time to travel that far.

Finally there was Reo, back up plan Reo, the friend that you could go to when no one was available; the friend you liked enough to spend time with but not enough to prioritise.

He steals a glance at you as you keenly sip from your glass. Self-hatred chews at his conscience, but the livid, and tired part of him shoos it away.

It's not a very nice thing to accuse one of thinking of another so lowly, especially a close friend, however the explicit signs of him holding little significance in comparison to others seemed to validate it. You and he have been drinking for a while now, without much word other than the 'hello's and quiet greetings when you first saw each other.

It's normal, the silence. It's just how things worked between you and Reo. Neither of you were particularly social, words weren't necessary to enjoy time together, that was one of Reo's favourite things about you.

He's always tired of speaking, having to maintain flawless image, that included appearing as someone sociable and eager to speak with others.

But with you, that expectation was nowhere to be seen.

You're now adults, but this is nothing different from the quiet walks to the bus stop back in high school. The ones where he'd do his best to steal a glance of how you look, soaked within the sunlight while smiling.

Chatter permeates the bar's atmosphere gently a few clinks of glasses can be heard which followed hearty laughter and the occasional cheer.

You're first to talk. "How's university been?"

"Good." Was the workload horrendous? Yes, and so was adulthood in general. Reo knows he has it easy; he can afford it easily and could still live comfortably without working a day in his life. But he still yearns for the same feeling high school had. "Hakuho was fun though."

You place your drink down, swallowing. "I know right? Never thought I'd say this, but I miss high school. It sucked most of the time. But you and the others made it so much better.”

Reo nods, as he gulps down more alcohol. “I miss it too. How has studying been for you?”

You huff. “It’s a lot. I feel like I spend more time studying than doing anything else. But it’s good. I don’t mind since I’m actually studying something I’m passionate about, you know?”

“I’m glad, then.” Reo stares at his whisky, swirling the amber in his glass. “Proud of you. I really am. You’ve come so far, and I just know you’re going to do well.”

Growing from a clueless high schooler to a driven, impassioned, medical student. A lot has changed, years pass yet he remains unloved by you.

God there he goes again, lamenting on his paltriness. It must be a relative of masochism; he could be safe and secure at home with a good book and cup of tea, yet he’s here drinking with the source of his pain, while tethering on the border of being intoxicated with alcohol instead of heartbreak.

With each drink, a wave of euphoria swallows him up, licking up his misery as if it were sand on the shore. Rationality and emotion bicker like seagulls quarrelling over food.

You laugh at his sweet words. “You drunk? Thanks though.”

“Drunk or not, I mean it. Seriously.” Reo knows his limits, but doesn’t bother correcting you. His face feels hot, not because of the soju, but because of you.

You’ve always been pretty, to a ridiculous extent. But absurd how a few years changes you so much. Reo can’t even identify the changes, he just knows you’ve gotten prettier; that his heart races faster whenever he sees you.

“Seriously.” You echo, and nod, and smile. “I miss seeing you every day. School was so much fun with you around.”

Another hasty gulp of soju. Reo can’t stand hearing those words.

I hate you.

Is it directed to you, or himself? Not even Reo’s quite sure. He does his best to ignore your kindness, if it were true then he would’ve been addressed you with a smile in the same way you’d speak to anyone else; he would know how his name sounds off your tongue. He would mean more than a last option, and all those texts wouldn’t be left on read, viewed out of genuine care rather than basic manners.

Even though he can go on about unfair this feels, it’s ultimately his fault for still spending so much time with you. You’re supposed to cut off the people who don’t value you. You’re supposed to only care for the ones who’d do the same for you. Reo should’ve cut ties with you long ago, yet he clings onto your relationship as if it meant more than anything else.

I miss seeing you at school everyday. Your words echo, and he does his best not to choke on his drink.

Formalities, not affection. It's not love, it's your way of manners. If you truly did care you'd be spewing those sorts of words out constantly, like when you're with Chigiri, or Anri.

"Reo? You good?"

"Yeah. 'm fine." It's a reflex, he barely had time to register the words leaving his mouth. "Are you?"

"Yah. I'm not the drunk one here am I?" You chuckle to yourself, bringing the glass back to your lips, averting your gaze elsewhere. "Were you always a lightweight? Your face is so red."

"And yours is so pretty."

There he goes, ruining your night with something stupid.

"Yup. Definitely drunk. You're saying weird things now."

And with that, Reo commands, requests, pleads himself not to cry.

"You know." Another shot of soju is swallowed down by you, punctuated with a refreshed gasp. "The me a couple of years ago would've been overjoyed to hear that."

It feels as though every interaction with you accentuates his one-sided love and it stings; time with you is mere salt to the wound.

Neither of you say anything for a bit.

Reo can recall your confession, an awkward text sent after a couple of months the two of you actually spoke. There's an unspoken boundary between you two, to not being up the topic of each other's crushes or of your confession.

A fair rule, but it's harboured questions. Reo hasn't got a clue on your love life and crushes. He knows of your obsession with romantic dramas, always binging whatever's trending, screaming on social media about having to wait a full seven days for the next episode.

If only the two of you were a part of one. But even fiction would probably destine him for solitude woven of heartbreak.

"I think you're the drunk one. Why bring that up now?"

You've finally halted on drinking. "Dunno. That was my first confession."

And you're my first love—he wants to say it, it's at the tip of his tongue yet he can't muster it to say it aloud to himself or even to Nagi; let alone you.

"Well, it was an honour."

It wasn't. Because the thought always intrudes into his mind. What if you had confessed a couple of years later, or even at least two?

Or what if Reo hadn't taken his sweet time to fall in love with you, if he had told you he wanted to get to know you first instead of a simple rejection, would you be in his arms?

"Shut up. I was a stupid kid back then. I promise you, I have absolutely no feelings for you. Not anymore."

Reo scoffs, he can't even fantasise of the potential between you two. You liked Mikage you'd see in the hallways; rich and top of the school; not clingy old Reo who feels ever so slightly too much for everyone he cares for.

Whereas Reo couldn't care less about l/n that just transferred to his class, but would die for the y/n he discovered throughout the years.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Never thought you did." He knew you didn't.

It wouldn't've saved him from his doom of unrequited love, but the timing was terrible. The heavens should've made your infatuation and his adoration align, at the very least. Even if it meant Reo remaining unloved.

A hiccup follows a breathless giggle. "Who did you like in highschool? There had to be someone. Why didn't you ever tell me though? You had so many fans, you must've liked one of them."

Because it's you. "Because you never asked." Reo shrugs, almost impressed at his own feigned composure.

"Now I ammm." Now your words are beginning to slur. "Whooo?"

It's you. And still you. Reo could say it right here and now. You're essentially wasted and probably won't remember it. And if you did, he wouldn't mind crossing an ethical line and fibbing if it meant concealing his pathetic vulnerabilities.

Perhaps one day he'll tell you, if the uninterrupted storm ends, and the skies clear, if Mikage Reo's heart will one day stop aching for you.

"I'll tell ya some day. When I feel like it."

"What?! You're not allowed to add that much suspense���and not tell me in the end."

And perhaps in another universe, he and you can be of the same constellation, instead of being galaxies apart.

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[ashlynnlylim]

Jimmy, back on earth

- Just a depressed sad sack of shit.

- Was jobless until Curly dragged him aboard interstellar delivery service.

- He spent most of his time sleeping in his apartment, either on the couch or the mattress on his bedroom floor. The cushions and futon were worn thin from years of excessive use.

- His apartment was shabby, in a weird part of town. Poor, that's it.

- He doesn't have a car; everything he needed was within walking distance anyways: convinience store, grocer, bank, whatever.

- He doesn't know a lot of people either, or like them. He finds it hard to deal with human connections. He can't be bothered with it.

- He wrecks stuff when he gets mad or annoyed. He's a physical and aggressive human. That's why his apartment is constantly in a state of disorder, musty and dark and suffocating.

- He smokes a lot and doesn't leave the windows (or curtains) open.

- He skips meals regularly, either to save money or just because he doesn't feel like putting up with it. That's why he's a skinny little bitch. He's not anorexic, though.

- Usual foods include: bread, chips and a lot of other junk food, mac and cheese, coffee, cigarettes.

- Sometimes, just to sleep through the most awful days, he swallows down sleeping pills like candy and sinks into the couch for nights on end.

- He used to cut himself but as he got older (mid 30s) he resented it because it was "girls' stuff" and made him feel like a sissy. Now he just punches walls and slams himself against cabinets, like a real man does :D

- He passes the endless time he possesses by watching the same five films over and over again, reading, or jacking off. He probably has a decent stash of good porno mags.

- He ejaculates at least once every three days.

- Sometimes Curly visits, to check up on him and make sure he's still alive. He sees Curly's concern and disdain towards his conditions of living as mockery and arrogance, and so hates it sometimes. He does like Curly's company, though. After a week of muteness, it's nice to be able to converse again.

- He likes going to Curly's a lot more. The latter's place was a lot more pleasant, more healthy. His jealousy grates against his conscience sometimes, though.

Alright, that's all I have for now.

[sinnabarmoth]

Seeing Caleb made me think… how’d the other LIs (Caleb too if you want to include him) react to US being the villain of the story, either in this timeline or in their respective myths?

I'm not as familiar with the myths so I'm just gonna go ahead and say main timeline, disregarding myths, and your villainy is unspecified but really bad! Like, trying to take over the city and destroying lives kind of bad. (Also I don't know wtf is going on with Yizhou's backstory yet so I'm working with pre-pronounced dead Yizhou.)

Zayne: Shocked and guilty. He's known you since you were kids and he never thought you capable of doing this, being the villain. But there you are and all he can feel is guilt because maybe if he hadn't disappeared for so long this wouldn't have happened. Maybe he could have changed things. He never thought the people he treated would end up hurt because of you and for that reason he has to fully turn away from you. It hurts to do but he cannot condone your actions, no matter your history or what he may feel.

Xavier: Xavier is absolutely betrayed. You had been fighting together for so long and suddenly you've turned against humanity. His heart absolutely breaks seeing this person that he admired so much and trusted with his entire heart suddenly turn on him. He tries to reason with you, tries to talk you down from this path, but you're too far gone and he can't in good conscience come with you. He's tempted for a moment but he can't. He dreads the day he comes across you on the battlefield because he is scared of what he may be forced to do to someone he held so dear.

Rafayel: Rafayel has fully turned to your side, almost zero hesitation. He is here for you and only you and he is not letting you go. Doesn't matter if this betrays his morals, he is sticking with you. Whatever made you so jaded that you had to turn into this, he wants to destroy it too. He will gladly stand next to you and tear down the world so that he can build a better one for you in the future. Sometimes you do things that makes him pause but he doesn't waver from your side. The only thing that could do that was if you went against him too.

Sylus: Sylus is enabling you. His file is already bleeding red and he doesn't care about adding more to it. You have gone full dark side and there is a part of him that mourns the sweet girl with a penchant for justice that he had known. But this side of you, this ruthlessness, the cunning, the drive, it's honestly incredibly attractive. Not only because your confidence and skills are physically attractive to him but because he doesn't have to pull his own punches anymore. He just hopes that you remember that this is a partnership now. If you try to take him down then he's taking you down with him.

Yizhou: Physically cannot believe what he is seeing. He knew that life was hard for you growing up having grown up alongside you. You had always been a sweet but mischievous kid, but this? He doesn't even recognize you anymore. When he tries to think of why this is happening all he gets back is more questions. He doesn't want to give up on you. He wants to believe that girl he knew is still in there somewhere and maybe, just maybe he can reach her. If only he can get close enough, otherwise he doesn't know what he is going to do.

[sgiandubh]

C might mean well, but I find businesses using charity to sell suspicious.

Dear Provocative Anon,

What you say deserves an audio (there have been two of them two weeks ago, compensating for last week's silence). I have many things to tell you and please excuse the delay:

They really can't win, with people like you, can they? And that goes for both C and S, mind you. No matter what they do and try to promote as a side project, there is always going to be someone unhappy and vocal about it. When it's not you complaining 'business using charity to sell' is 'suspicious', there's the other fuckwit asking recently why S hasn't given all MPC's profit to charity, as Paul Newman did with Newman's Own.

So, I will be brutally honest with you, Anon. I have thoughts and questions about your own point of view and this is partially why it took me so long to answer you. It would seem you are not familiar at all with what is called 'corporate social responsibility' (CSR), since at least the Sixties. Which means, in a nutshell, companies who choose to focus part of their activity and dedicate part of their profits to charitable projects. It is done with various degrees of ethics, success and bona fides all around the world, and it is often used as a strong marketing and sales argument.

Think about these people, whose brand is probably immediately recognizable wherever you go, spare perhaps Pyongyang:

I just picked this Coca Cola Foundation recent CSR project in Brazil totally randomly, using Google. Some might think it's just another cynical diversion: one of the world's biggest corporate profiteers, happily contributing to the current obesity pandemic (including in Latin America), suddenly showing one of its biggest markets they do have a conscience, after all, and a social one to boot. And addressing, at the same time, one of the continent's post-colonial bleeding wounds, which is to say, the organic imbalance between rich and poor, as far as access to means of production, land ownership and use and sales opportunities go. 480 farmers benefitting from Coca Cola's magnanimity is probably but a tiny drop of hope in an ocean of dour social injustice, but the truth is, Anon, if nobody does anything good, then nothing good will happen at all. It is as simple as that, and while their modus operandi is probably not exactly my cup of tea, you will have to admit it works, at least to some extent and for some people. Plus it greatly enhances the company's do-good, sensible and reliable global image, because of course, what happens right now in the state of Minas Gerais is but a tiny part of a bigger strategy.

Might I add that even those robber barons, à la Cornelius Vanderbilt or Jay Gould, who made their ruthless fortunes building the railroads of a still very young United States of America, ended up giving a very small part of their same fortune to various charities. It wasn't nearly enough what we would consider as 'reasonable', in 2024, but it did start a philanthropic trend, that took considerable speed after the 1919 Boston Molasses Disaster. The Sixties have just added more pragmatism and gave a name to what was, at its very start, quite an opportunistic endeavor.

Even so, Vanderbilt and Gould themselves did not invent anything, really. One should look to good old Europe to find what is probably the first big CSR project in human history, still going strong since 1521. May I introduce you to the Augsburg Fuggerei:

[for even more pious charity: https://www.fugger.de/en/fuggerei]

Renting one of those wonderful Hansel and Gretel houses for less than one euro/year, plus three daily Hail Mary is something to behold, right? Jakob Fugger the Young, the guy who had this brilliant idea (which, might I add, is still run and operated by the Fugger banker family, even nowadays) was literally a ruthless kingmaker, a colonial trade and exploration pioneer, but also a religious bigot who flatly refused to extend his charity to Protestant families. Still, his pious dream goes on - the Fugger Family Foundation even actively plans its next 500 years. This is Germany, after all 😉.

Those people’s money stinks more of corruption and crime than S or C’s ever could, Anon. Still, they are remembered as benefactors, by many. History is seldom cruel to those who are willing to pay for their posterity.

But you know what, Anon? Compared to the Fuggers and the Vanderbilts and the Goulds, S and C are really small fish in an even smaller, fickler pond. I think they are doing it out of their good heart and I think they are honestly, genuinely responsive to the idea of giving a chance to young, struggling artists. But, in the process, are they also trying to market themselves as more approachable and less controversial, considering the (oh, I shall never tire to repeat this, with gusto) cosmic amount of bullshit plaguing their respective public images? My somewhat cynical answer is also yes, Anon. To which may I immediately add that it's not even important: all that counts are the tangible results of whatever good things they do with their booze and/or fitness profits.

Results and helping trigger a change in one's life is all that really interests me, Anon. It seems to bother you, though, so I will cheekily end this long rant with a couple of questions: do you have a problem with poverty? do you believe in giving people a (second) chance, or do you think only the rich are worth considering and valuable?

If so, I honestly pity you, girl. For the real indigent in all this might be you.

[whateveriwant]

The Scenic Route

Civilian/Non-Military AU

Summary: You, your boyfriend, and his best friend go on a road trip together. One night, when his friend's asleep in the backseat, you and your boyfriend get up to trouble in the front.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: ~1.0k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (fingering, vaginal sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism – both include an unknowing/unconsenting party)

A/N: Hello! This scenario actually came to me in a dream lol. I'm sorry I haven't posted much as of late, but I've been trying to get over a nasty bout of writer's block recently. This drabble is the first thing I've been able to finish in months, so as always, I hope you all enjoy! :)

Just imagine it: you, your boyfriend, and his best friend are on a cross-country road trip for the summer. After miles and miles traversing winding roads and visiting quaint, historic towns, what started out as a fun adventure has become… mmm, less so. Because the days, maybe weeks, stuck together in a metal box with wheels has left you feeling a little… frustrated, if you know what I mean.

It's no one's fault, really. That's just the nature of extensive group traveling. But your poor boyfriend's friend, bless his heart, has really received the brunt of your ire.

Though it's not technically his fault you're all pent up, you can't help but feel a sort of unjust bitterness towards him. It's just that all the times you and Simon have tried to sneak away for a little 'alone' time, his friend was always hot on your trails, interrupting whatever tryst you two were trying to engage in.

So now, well over a week into your trip, Simon can tell you're about to explode. Trust him, he feels the same way as you, so at the first opportunity he sees, he takes it.

One night, when his best friend is fast asleep in the backseat of the car, Simon suddenly pulls over on a stretch of deserted highway. You think he's stopping because maybe there's something wrong with the vehicle, but then he's leaning over the center console, pressing his lips urgently to yours.

Immediately, you startle and try to push him back. "What are you—?"

"Shh," he hushes softly. "It's alright. He's asleep." He points his chin towards the snoring passenger.

And though a quick peek for yourself confirms Simon's words, that doesn't stop the concern from rising within you, especially as he undoes both your seatbelts. Even if his friend is dead asleep, he's still sitting just a few feet away in full view of everything. The proximity as well as possibility of him waking has you flooded with anxiety, and with your eyes locked on the sleeping figure, you try to protest your boyfriend, whose lips gently suck the hinge of your jaw.

"He could—"

But then Simon's big hand is down the front of your pants, swirling quick, tight circles around your neglected clit. You choke on a moan as he presses his fingertips hard against you, grabbing his collar when he dips lower, smearing them through your slick.

It feels so good yet so wrong all at the same time. But despite the guilt weighing on your conscience, ultimately, you can't help but be swept up in the moment.

Gaze still fixed on the man in the backseat, you let your boyfriend play with you however he wills. You twitch and groan, trying to keep your noises to a minimum, but it's difficult with how terribly brilliant he is at this.

He's smirking, the bastard, as he takes you apart right there on the side of the road. And when he stuffs you full with two fingers, causing your voice to suddenly pique, Simon urges with a low purr in your ear, "Shhhhhh... Don't wanna wake him, do you?"

~OR ALTERNATIVELY~

Simon, feeling like the third wheel on you and your boyfriend's road trip. Even though this trip had been planned for months and even though you two try to include him in everything, he can't shake that feeling of a deep tension directed towards him, from you in particular.

While you're not outwardly hostile to Simon, it's the little things he's picked up on. Like how multiple times he's caught you staring at him in the rearview mirror, or whenever he's accidentally brushed against you, you've reared back and caressed the spot like you'd just been burned.

And he gets it; he's not the most convivial of traveling companions. A few weeks crammed together can strain even the best of relationships, and especially so when you two weren't particularly close to begin with.

So imagine Simon's confusion when one night he's awoken by the gentle sway of the car rocking back and forth. At first, he thinks it's just the normal movements of a vehicle in drive. But then he hears something – the unmistakable sound of a woman's breathy moan – and his senses are suddenly on high alert.

With the motion of the cabin around him and the crude noises in his ears, it seems obvious what the two of you are getting up to. But they wouldn't, would they? Not when he's sitting right here.

Peeking one eye open, Simon's suspicions are confirmed as he sees you straddling your boyfriend in the driver's seat. Your arms are wound around the headrest, your face twisted up in pleasure, and Simon can just make out the naked skin of your hip as you bounce in his best friend's lap.

The sight is such a shock to the system that Simon's first instinct is to freeze, both lids flying open without thought. You two must've noticed him asleep and taken a chance to steal a quick moment together, and now he's an intruding third party who's become witness to something he was never meant to see.

Realizing what he's doing, he's about to feign sleep and pretend like nothing happened tomorrow. But before he can act, your eyes suddenly connect with his, and he finds he's hopelessly rooted to his spot.

Are you about to scream? About to cry out and call him a pervert?

So many possibilities run through Simon's mind, but what actually unfurls is even more surprising than anything he could've predicted.

Rather than being angry or shocked to see him peeping, you seem almost… amused. Aroused, if he didn't know better.

Keeping your gaze locked with Simon's, you flash a pleased, little smile, and continue eagerly fucking yourself on his best friend's cock. You toss your head back, grope your chest through your shirt, really put on a show for the man in the back all while the one in the front remains completely unaware.

And Simon, for his part, can't look away from the scene. Whether it's out of confusion or sheer curiosity, he watches on, keeping his eyes firmly glued to your figure.

Will either of you mention this come tomorrow morning? It's hard to say in the moment. But for now, as he's kept rapt by your performance, Simon's content to sit back and let this road lead him where it may.

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A/N: I'd love to know what you thought! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

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Prada You Chapter 4

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author's Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warnings: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, age gap, brief asphyxiation

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 4: Ride

I laid in my bed with my feet up against the wall. True Life on MTV was playing in the background, but I was paying no attention. My mind was on Jey. I still hadn't got the nerve to call. Every time I got the nerve to dial the number; Michael's warning would replay in my mind.

Yea, Michael was hater, but he knew more about these streets than I did. He was 13 going on 43. Wise beyond his years but I would never admit it aloud. I laid there thinking things over. My birthday was officially 86 days away.

"That's a big day, Nye. You can't miss going all out like that. Last year was cool but you gotta go harder," I reasoned aloud.

I was about to take a dive in dangerous waters. Sharks was beneath that surface so I knew I had to tread carefully even if I was shark too.

"Get what you need and dip, Nye. Do him how you did all the other dudes," my inner conscience advised.

I was known as a playa. I typically dated a dude until I got bored with him. Not too many could keep up with me. Rolling over, I grabbed the house phone. I had my own personal line so I knew nobody could eavesdrop on my conversation. I snatched up the folded card with Jey number on it. Pushing the numbers in, I had to calm myself.

The phone rang three times before he answered.

"State ya business," Jey said, coolly.

"Um, hey. You told me to call you," I shyly replied into the receiver.

There was a brief silence, and I swear I was holding my breath in anticipation.

"Bout time you called me. How you living, mamas?"

I exhaled, smiling wide.

"I'm good. How are you?"

"I ain't got no complaints. Shit no lie my day done got better since you called though" he imparted. 

This negro was smooth. I would have to check myself around him. However, two could play that game.

"Word? You gotta be around me more often. Can't have you out here having bad days. No. Not on Nye watch."

He chuckled. My ass could be just as suave as he was.

"So that's ya name. Our last two run-ins, it slipped my mind to ask. Nye, short for what?"

"Nyeya. What's yours?"

Another brief silence.

"Joshua. If you stick around long enough, I'll let you call me that, Ms. Nyeya."

He was making me blush, "I plan too."

Oh, I was acting real bold but I had plans. Playing safe wasn't gon' cut it. I had to stake my claim.

We stayed on the phone for almost an hour. I now had some preliminary information to go on. Josh- I mean Jey was 29. A Leo. No kids. No wife. No hoes but I felt that was a lie. And a whole lotta money that I wanted. I had to just wiggle my way inside his heart to get to it.

"You gon' come chill with me tonight, Ms. Nyeya," Jey queried.

I giggled. His accent was so cute to me. It was like some country twang mixed with a little southern gentleman thug.

"What time you talking?"

It might have seemed like I was moving too fast but the clock was ticking. I had to utilize every minute to maximize getting my party paid for.

"I got some thangs to handle. Tell you this, meet me at that white house on Bend Dr. around 9, aight."

Bend Drive was a couple blocks over but nothing I couldn't handle as far as walking. The white house was infamous because that was one of the Prada Bois traps.

"Okay. For sure. See you later then."

And with that we hung up. I hadn't realized it, but my heart was beating fast. This was really happening. I took a moment to gather myself before I called Kiyah, Natasha, and Nataya. This three-way phone call was necessary.

⸺

7pm rolled around fast. I had to admit I was nervous. My palms was sweaty. The heat from the straightening comb above me didn't help. Natasha was pressing my hair. The girls decided to come over and help me get ready. They was all for me going after Jey. They were aware of the benefits they would reap if I was the girl of Jey, ½ head of the Prada Bois.

"Nye! Stop moving before I burn yo ass," Natasha warned.

My foot was bouncing up and down in anticipation of what was to come. I had dealt with some dudes with money, but they wasn't on Jey level.

"Damn! My bad. I'm nervous as fuck. Like what I am supposed to do?" I worried.

My question sounded immature. However, Jey wasn't no immature little ass boy. He was a grown ass man. I felt inadequate on some level.

"Do you what you do to them other niggas that have them fallin' all over ya ass. That Nye Voodou," Kiyah cackled. 

The twins fell out laughing too. I couldn't help but join them. There was a rumor going around that I was putting spells on dudes because ain't no way dudes could be acting like they was. Some hating hoes started that; I just know it. I was bomb all the way around. What I had was rare. And that's when it clicked. I just had to be me. Dope ass Nyeya Noir Green.

"If he anything like Jimmy then maybe I can help you out," Nataya began. 

We all gave her our attention. She was sitting on the floor with her legs crossed with a VIBE magazine in hand.

"Well, hoe? We waiting," Kiyah blurted aloud.

Nataya simpered, almost like she had gotten shy.

"Um. Well. I don't really know Jey, but Jimmy speaks highly of him. He said that Jey is good dude," she paused. "He mentioned one night that the way into a Prada Boi heart is through seeing past what they do. Seeing them as humans."

I marveled at that. I guess there was more than meets the eye with Jimmy and the other Prada Bois. They had heart. I was hoping Jey was who Jimmy said he was.

"So, this nigga be opening up to you? This shit done got serious, huh?" Kiyah pried.

Nataya snickered.

"We just chillin'. He good people and he treat me nice. I think we can get there one day," she gushed.

I was happy if she was. We all deserved happiness so it wasn't no hating going on when it came to me.

"Damn! So that mean y’all boo'd up and we ain't?" Kiyah pouted.

"Un-uh, just you. I got a boo. You just lonely hoe," Natasha corrected.

We cackled. By 8, my hair was laid, and my outfit was on point. Nataya had let me borrow an outfit that Jimmy bought her. It was a matching red and white plaid two-piece shirt and skirt set. The shirt came down to my belly button. I paired that with some red chucks with white long socks scrunched down like leg warmers. It was cute. I sprayed on some Tommy Girl perfume that my mama had sitting on her dresser. I had said my goodbyes and was out the door by 8:30.

⸺

It would be hot as hell during the day but by night it would cool off. My freshly pressed hair blew in the breeze as I walked over to Bend Dr. The neighborhood was quiet with the usual dog barking for no reason. It was a Monday night, so the city was preparing for bed.

I approached the white house at the end of the dead-end street. Only the bottom windows was illuminated. Two cars sat out front. A black BMW and a red Grand Marquis with 22-inch chrome rims which I knew belonged to Damian.

As I got closer, my nerves showed up again. Questions bounced around in my head. Did he say knock? Am I just supposed to sit out here and wait? Do they know I'm out here? These types of dudes shot first and asked questions later.

So, I decided against knocking and took a seat on the trunk of Damian's car. It didn't take long before a stocky dude the same hue as Jey and Jimmy peeped out the front door. He looked a few years older than me from what I could see.

"Who you here for?" he called out.

"Jey."

He nodded before disappearing. About a five minutes later, dude stuck his head out the door again.

"Jey on his way out. Just chill for a few."

I nodded in response. I picked at the imaginary lint on my skirt for a while and then check my small mirror from my purse to see if anything was on my face using the light from the streetlamp. As I added more gloss to my lips the front door opened. Jey, Damian, dude from earlier, and another unidentified man stepped out onto the porch.

They noticed me as they continued their hushed conversation. I slid down off of Damian's trunk and lingered by the BMW which I figured was Jey's. Damian descended down the steps towards me first. He looked me up and down. I smirked, knowing what that was about.

"Hope your little ass ain't put in a dent in my shit, mami," he joked.

"Nah. I ain't do you nothin,” I smiled.

He grinned. Before he could say something else, Jey had a question.

"Ain't you got somethin' to do, uce?"

Nothing about his tone was nice. He was staring a hole in Damian ass. Damian shot me a side glance before hopping in his car without another word. I guess he knew what time it was. Jey wrapped up his conversation with the two dudes left. I was close enough to hear the car unlock even though I didn't see him push the button.

I took that as my cue to get inside the car. It smelled like Black Ice. The inside was nice, real nice. Leather seats, plush floor mats, and a phone. Yup, Jey was definitely paid. The driver side door opened up and a good smellin' Jey hopped inside.

"Aye I apologize about the wait. Money calls," he apologized.

"No worries. You good," I reassured.

Jey started up the car and the dashboard lit up like a spaceship. My eyes widened in amazement. I had been around fancy shit before; just not enough to be used to it. Most dudes had Fords and Chevy's. This imported stuff was fancy.

"You like what you see, huh?"

I glanced in his direction. He had his trademark smirk going on.

"Yup. Do you?"

His eyes widened.

"Gahdamn girl! You coming like that, huh? I like that shit," He laughed.

We pulled off from the white house heading to an unknown destination. My nerves had settled as we drove through our city. Conversation flowed effortlessly as we flirted back and forth. After a while I realized we had been going nowhere in particular. Just driving around, the city talking.

I mean I wasn't mad at that, but I had initially thought something different. However, when he turned off the main road onto a little dirt road, I panicked.

"Jey! Where the hell we going?" I questioned.

He chuckled, "Relax, it ain't what you think it is. You in good hands. Trust me."

I was still on edge but relaxed enough to sit back in my seat. A few moments later, the BMW finally came to a stop. We were perched on a dirt road that gave you the perfect view of the Downtown skyline. Through the windshield it looked like a picture. I beamed at all the lights. The skyline was beautiful.

"Oh wow. This is dope. How you find out about this?"

My eyes were wide taking it all in.

"By accident."

His reply was simple yet said so much. He turned the ignition off and relaxed in his seat. The car was quiet.

"What's on ya mind?" I asked, noticing his attention seemed elsewhere.

Those brown eyes of his shifted towards me.

"You."

There was a tinge of heat that overcame me when he said those words. I wasn't tryna go there with him but he if kept it up I would.

"Word? What about me?"

He stroked his beard as he sized me up. Shaking his head, "I can't put my finger on it but it's something, something about you just scream trouble."

My hand immediately flew up to my heart in shock. 

"What you mean trouble? Like good trouble?" I asked to clarify.

He laughed showing off the gold bottoms in his mouth.

"You seem hurt by that, Nyeya. I ain't mean no harm. Just calling it how I see it."

I was highly offended. How he just gon' prejudged me? I sat back, speechless. Not because I didn't have nothing to say but because it wasn't gon' come out the right way. I felt Jey watching me. I ignored the urge to look at him and just stared out the window. This wasn't going how I thought it would.

Silence. Nothing but silence for 10 minutes. He never took his eyes off me. It was like he was tryna figure me out, define what I was. I wanted to shift in my seat but feared it would come off as if I had something to hide. He ain't make it to the top of Prada Bois by being no fool. I'm sure he could sense bullshit a mile away. 10 minutes turned to 15.

"My age. It’s my age," I whispered.

11 years apart. A big gap to most. I appeared more of threat because I was young. At the moment, all my plans was slipping through my hands like sand.

"You think that's it, huh?"

This response prompted me to finally meet his eyes.

"Yea. You scared. Scared I'ma hurt you, set you up."

Without blinking, he explained, "Flip that around. I'm scared of what I would do to you."

My heart dropped into my stomach. He meant that shit with every fiber in his being. Ain't gon' front, I was low-key scared. However, Toy ain't raise no weak kids.

"You ain't gon' hurt me. If anything, you gon' love me."

I dropped my head after my response and sat back in my seat. My cards was on the table. Either I won this hand, or I didn't. There was brief moment of silence. A warm calloused hand traced the length of my jaw. Jey was caressing my cheek, moving to my hair, pulling the loose strands back behind my ear.

"Look at me, Nyeya."

I lifted my head in his direction, staring into those deep brown abysses he called eyes. Jey's hand slowly made its way down my face to my neck. I held my breath as his hand expanded and then slowly tightened around my throat. His eyes never left mines nor did he blink. I was pulled closer. And now we were only centimeters apart, face to face.

“Nyeya. Nyeya. Don't make me regret this," he lowly requested.

Filled with fear and ecstasy, I replied, "You won't. I promise." 

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Living Weapon Whumpee part 15

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, recovery whump, reluctant alliance, rejection by peers

The corner of Flint’s mouth quirked up into a grin, and he rested a hand on Whumpee’s shoulder. “Then welcome to my army, Whumpee.”

It took a full day of rest before Whumpee was able to walk again. And it was finally time for him to be introduced to the team he'd be training and working with -- Flint's elite team, Flint had told him. The best of the best.

And Whumpee felt... nervous. A new emotion for him. An underlying uncertainty that nagged his conscience. He didn't usually play well with others, used to being perfectly capable all on his own, but now he'd have to learn to work with a group of other trained fighters.

He'd told Flint he didn't need anyone else, but Flint had insisted, listing all the advantages to teamwork. And in the end, Whumpee hadn't been able to argue with his sturdy logic. So here he was, following his new leader as he was led down a hall to where Flint's elite team was.

There was laughter and friendly chatter that grew closer, until Flint entered a large room full of tables and chairs, that seated seven men. The room instantly went silent as a crypt when Whumpee emerged from behind Flint, no one daring to make a sound. The whole atmosphere shifted, the air charged with bristling apprehension from the gathered soldiers.

"Gentlemen, this will be the new addition to your team going forward. Meet Whumpee."

There was no cheering, no clapping, no celebration for the invaluable new member. Because everyone knew who Whumpee really was.

Most of the soldiers looked stunned or shocked, staring blankly at Whumpee and waiting for their leader's words to sink in and make sense, while others glanced questioningly at Flint in an 'are you joking?' sort of manner.

A few long beats of silence before a few awkward laughs broke out, edgy and nervous.

"Uh... You're teaming us with Leader's war dog?" One soldier coughed anxiously, shifting in his seat.

"I am," Flint said confidently. "Whumpee will need some guidance on how things work around here. I expect you to include him in training sessions and answer any questions he may have."

"Is that... safe?" Another voice piped up. "Having Weapon around... off leash?"

Whumpee tried not to take it personally, keeping his head up and posture stiff and confident. The man was just scared, that's all.

"Since when did my best team worry about 'safe'?" Flint chuckled. "You throw yourselves on the frontlines all the time."

"This is... different. Riskier."

"No riskier than risking being blown to bits by enemy explosives or mowed down by gunfire," Flint said evenly. "This shouldn't be anything you can't handle. If there are any problems or questions, you can report them to me. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Sir," a few reluctant murmurs sounded.

"Good. Whumpee, feel free to get acquainted with your new allies. And don't cause trouble." Flint gave Whumpee a reassuring pat on the back before he left, leaving him standing stiffly at the front of the room, seven pairs of eyes watching him intently.

Whumpee awkwardly shuffled over to sit at the table the others were at, noticing how they all cringed away from him when he came, not-so-subtly scooting their chairs to be further away from him. He didn't shy away from the accusing, hateful glances cast his way. He was used to it – even at Leader's base he had always been the outcast.

Only this time he was working to earn respect from his peers. An impossible feat, considering his now-allies had hundreds of reasons to hate him. The list starting with killer and ending with Weapon.

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5. wicked games, dm.

SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 1894 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — sorry for the wait, uni is killing my ass 😭 I CAN'T FIGURE OUT TUMBLR FOR MY LIFE IM SORRY GUYS

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

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V. WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?

Quiet. Everything was oddly quiet. Nothing or no one was bothering you, and everything seemed to go your way for the past week. Peaceful and quiet. Just how you like it. You knew you should be enjoying these peaceful moments as long as they lasted, but why do you feel so unfulfilled?

It was saturday and most of the students, including Athena, were enjoying their afternoon in Hogsmeade. with company of their friends. As for you, you decided to stay in your dorm for, even if Athena begged you relentlessly, you didn’t really feel like going out as last week’s events drained you mentally. But, no panick! You were not completely alone : Boredom and the heavy feeling of emptiness were so nice that they decided to grace you with their presence. 

To anyone who would set eyes on you right now, you looked like you carried the entire world’s burdens on your shoulders : you were sitting lazily on one of the couches of the common room, arm resting on the couch and your cheek resting on your hand all while looking at the floor with empty eyes.

Though, who could blame you? You were bored out of your mind : for the past weeks, sending anonymous letters to Draco Malfoy was your only source of entertainment and now that you had to stop, for your own sake, you felt like time refused to pass by.

In the best of worlds, you would still be having the time of your life by taunting Draco and you wouldn’t be having romantic feelings for anyone. 

However, this was not the case. Without you even realizing, you were beaten at your own game. You fell for draco during the process of writing him letters and you fell hard. 

Still, something was tormenting your mind : Why was Draco being so lowkey? It’s been a week since you had stopped giving him the letters and he didn’t do anything. You thought that it was weird ; His secret admirer bid him farewell and he didn’t even react. If this ever happened to you, you would travel the world and the seven seas to find them but Draco didn’t manifest any interest in looking for them. Zero interest. Nada. 

His strangely discreet demeanor was confusing you : Was he mourning the loss of his secret admirer? Did your prank scar his heart? Or, did he somehow find out that you wrote the later? If so how did he find out ? What has he been up to? Those questions kept repeating over and over again in your mind and, honestly, you felt like you were about to go insane. You were almost about to tear your hair out of your scalp. Literally.

Something was going to happen, you felt it. And it was not a good omen. Something was about to happen and it was not going to be to your advantage. In a way, the ball was in Draco’s court. You have no control of his next move and that was making you sick. But did Draco even receive the said ball?  Did he even get the ball you passed to him? Did he even know about the ba— "Snap out of it, Y/N!" you mumbled to yourself.

You’re looked away from the ground to take conscience of your current state : You were biting your nails while slightly shaking your leg. In other words, you looked like a complete maniac.

"Y/N." A hand softly touched your right shoulder and you snapped your head towards the said direction, "Are you okay? Is something bothering you?" You let out a sigh of relief when you saw Fides, your fellow Slytherin. "Oh—hey Fides!" you exclaimed,  "you scared me!" you said as you put your hand on your heart to feel your racing heartbeat. Fides’ lips curled into an apologetic smile, "my bad, I didn’t mean to!" She sat next to you, "are you okay? you don’t look so good."

For a moment, your mind wandered to Draco and the worries he drowned your mind with. You slightly opened your mouth ready to tell her what was really bothering you without omitting any detail but after a second of reflexion, you gave her a closed lip smile, "no, Fides, nothing is bothering me," you said softly, "thank you for your concern." Fides smiled at you, "If you ever need to talk to someone, I'm here," she beamed. You squeezed her hand, "thank you." 

"So, what's the latest news?" You asked to change the subject. Fides was always aware of every single thing that was going around in Hogwarts. She knew everyone's business from the teachers to the first years. Fides probably even knows your family's deepest darkest secrets and you'll never know how she had found out. It was pretty entertaining to hear her gossip unless she knew your secrets.

Fides' face lit up as soon as the question left your lips. It seemed as if she had been waiting impatiently for you to ask her, "okay, so you'll never guess this. I promise you'll have the time of your life with this information!" Fides got comfortable on the couch, "There has been rumors than Draco was receiving letters from a secret admirer right. I'm talking about actual love letters," she began explaining, "it has been going on for like⏤ I don't know, months and he never found out their identity," fides said, "shit, I've been trying to find out who the hell they were and I didn't even find out." 

Discreetly, you let out a sigh of relief, if Fides ever finds out first that you were the 'secret admirer', you were done for.  First of all, the entire universe would be aware that you wrote letters to draco. And, even though Fides was a nice girl, she had tendencies to run her mouth ; She would not hesitate twice to spread rumors about anyone, even her closest friends. 

 "Oh. My. Merlin! Draco has a secret admirer? please tell me it's a joke!" You pretended to be shocked, "Girl, even I was flabbergasted! like⏤ Who in their right mind would genuinely like Malfoy?" Fides laughed, "pff! yeah, right⎯ for real." You let out a forced laugh, "so what happens next?" you stopped laughing immediately and coughed. 

"You're going to need to brace yourself for this part." She came closer to you, "Apparently, Draco found out who it is and is about to confront them soon," she whispered, " I heard he got the info from a first year. Somebody saw Draco extorting the information out of the poor boy," she pursed her lips, "this is exclusive news, you're the first one to know this." Your heart dropped and your mouth hung slightly open, "I know right! I had the same reaction!" she slapped your shoulder, "I wonder who it is ! do you think they'll end up together? »

Draco had found out. Draco had found out and knowing him, he probably found a way to bring the gossip to Fides’ ears for he knew damn well that she would tell you and therefore, inform you that he knew. One thing is for sure, Malfoy's revenge was going to be violent and you only have to shelter yourself from the storm that was coming. 

You were probably thinking so much about him that you manifested his presence accidentally : you felt like you've summoned a demon for, suddenly, you saw his dark silhouette come through the door of the common room and his eyes immediately found yours as if the first thing he had planned to do when he would step foot into the common room was to find your eyes. 

Draco didn't walk further into the room. Instead, he stood tall not so far from the door with both of his hands in the pockets of his black pants. Malfoy did not break eye contact with you as he slightly tilted his head to the right while giving you a smirk.

As you maintained eye contact with him, you felt like your entire world was burning, but you didn't seem to mind because you were only thinking about one thing : did you always notice how handsome Draco is?

Draco saw how your face decomposed at the sight of him. He saw how you didn't even care about any of the nonsense that was probably coming out of Fides' mouth and how your focus was solely on him.

Draco's smirk only grew bigger when he saw you get up off the couch and he almost laughed out loud at the sight of Fides' confused face. Malfoy stood on his ground with his head held high as he watched you lope towards him with a rather angry expression on your face.

'How cute,' he found himself thinking as he stared at your face. You were probably as angry as ever, but how did you manage to still look so cute. Did Draco always notice how cute you were? Perhaps he always did or perhaps he never did but that's something he'll sort out later for right now, he needed to be focused on taunting you.

"So, you found out." You crossed your arms. "Yeah, I did." Draco mimicked your body language, "I honestly didn't know that you would stoop this low Y/N, really. Playing with one's feelings? Even I didn't think about pranking you like that," he fake pouted, "Oh come on Draco," you scoffed, "you're talking about morals? Don't act like for the past six years, you didn't do something equally as bad," you retorted, "You're just mad that you didn't come up with this idea before me. Admit it." Draco shrugged his shoulders while displaying a stupid smirk on his face, "Maybe I am," he said nonchalantly.

"What now? Are you going to get back at me or did I win the game?" you asked, "I'm not going to get back you Y/N, don't be silly," he said as if it was the most obvious fact in the world, "I gotta admit that you won," he started, "but at what cost?" Draco bended slightly so his face would be closer to yours which startled you and made you take a step back, "what do you mean?" you asked again confusedly. 

Draco smirked, "you fell in love with me Y/N," he said in a singsong "Why would I get back at you? isn't that enough torment for you?" he asked, "Me? In love with you? Plea⏤" Before you could even finish your sentence, Draco cut you off, "Y/N, I know that you smelt my scent in that potion," he laughed, "Books, expensive cologne, green apples?" he emphasized on the last words, "That's what you smelt and, oh⏤ What a coincidence! that's also what you wrote in that letter." You frowned your eyebrows, "Do you seriously believe in that stupid shit Draco? What are you, five years old?" Draco quirked an eyebrow, "Are you implying that Slughorn is a conman and amortentia is bullshit? Or, wait⎯ that magic doesn't exist?" Draco's face came even closer to yours.

"Darling, you fell in love with me. You can't deny it," he said slowly in a suave voice, "so, who's the real loser now?" he whispered to your ear. Your eyes widened, you tried to say something or anything to deny his statement but you couldn't because it was true : you are utterly and irrevocably in love with Malfoy.

Draco adjusted his posture so he could look at your face clearly. A victorious smile graced his lips as he watched you open and close your mouth to talk but words wouldn't come out your mouth. Without saying any other word, Draco left to go to his dorm and he left you freezed like a statue.

Draco should be celebrating his victory: you didn't deny any of your feelings for him, so that makes him the true winner, right? Though, Malfoy felt a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach and he felt completely confused. Why was the scent of vanilla, violet and strawberry cake lingering in his nose? 

It took a long time to Malfoy, but he finally put two and two together. Vanilla, violet and strawberry cake: that was the same fragrance he smelt in the envelopes, the amortentia and on you when he came close to your neck as he whispered to your ear. Draco stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened as he realized what it meant, "Fuck, I'm in love with her."

It's funny isn't it? Malfoy was too engrossed on taunting you for having feelings for him that he didn't realize that he reciprocated your feelings.

So, who was the real loser?

[yinyuedijun]

bllk s2's animation is hard to watch at the beginning (which is not the animators fault but the studio) but rin looooks so pretty in them and the finale aka the final match between him and sae was chefs kiss LIKE THEY REALLY GAVE IT JUSTICE! And the additional time for young rin and sae when they were younger?? Ugh so cute!!

can't wait for the day they animate the rest of the itoshi bros childhood and my long awaited match which is rin vs isagi vs kaiser in NEL!!

anywhoo since DP is set in the future, I wonder what's readers reaction was when sae and rin faced eo in the Under 17 (?) arc if you're gonna include that one in the story. Cuz I remember there was a snippet of Sae when he came home and woke up from doing the deed w/ DP! reader and reader was like "don't leave us again". Was that when he came home for U17 or is that a diff arc/story in the DP universe?

tysm for dp! and hope you had a awesome new year celeb!!

HI ANONNN honestly rin's face is the biggest temptation for bllk s2 for me 😭 every time I see a gif, the animation looks so bleak BUT HE LOOKS SO GOOD. I didn't realise they gave more screentime to the itoshi bros childhood also!!!!

I haven't touched the manga since the NEL began but I'm now tempted... Rin vs Isagi vs Kaiser I can only imagine the level of homoerotic homicidal tension 😍

desire path info below!! (tw incest)

SFSLJSKSS I'm so shocked you know this deep lore about desire path. like. WOW. I thought that snippet with sae was lost to time 😭 so like. that is actually a scene from an alternate version of desire path that I had to discontinue because it was giving me too much psychic damage to write. everything is different in that og version - rin is already in a romantic relationship with the reader by the time of the U20 match, and she and sae intentionally don't talk to each other at all. zero contact. if you want to know more about this original version of the fic, let me know and I can tell you! but I shall spare you for now as it would take forever 💀

BUT ANYWAY. in the current version of desire path - It is like. major drama at the U20 match. she and rin have a massively deteriorating relationship at this point, whereas her relationship with sae is estranged but she's kinda delusional about it and hoping he'll come back to her. she attends the U20 match hoping to see sae, and while they do meet up - he explicitly tells her that he doesn't want to see her again, which is something that he does with good intentions (he has a conscience and does not want to entertain her incestuous feelings), but it really breaks her heart. at this point she feels like both of her brothers really hate her. rin goes home from blue lock shortly after this, they get into a massive fight, and that's when she runs away. 😔

I think it makes the U20 a very weird event for sae - he continues to push away both of his younger siblings for their own good. it's to rin's benefit (for once) as it helps him grow as a soccer player, but it's to his sister's detriment since she doesn't have a support network. there are no good influences in her life. he acts all high and mighty to rin during those phone calls, but he's drowning from guilt over her lol