#but like i'm still not sure it could be anything at this point

[moon-fics]

Pool Day

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Reader

Summary: The team decided to request a pool, not thinking it would be made. Now, they have a pool.

A/n: Ugh! I love a good beach/pool episode! But this time, the relationship is established.

When Valentina asked if there was anything the team wanted in the tower, she meant like a training simulator or a chef. So, when Yelena spoke up, saying she wanted a pool, everyone backed her up. No one expected Valentina to actually go through with it because she didn't like them.

So, when Valentine announced the pool was done, everyone was flabbergasted. They were most astonished by the fact that she built it outside where the sun could be enjoyed. However, she said that was the last unnecessary request she'd be entertaining.

Of course, when the first day of summer rolled around, the pool was not forgotten.

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You sit at the edge of the pool with your legs under the water. You're thankful you had time to buy a new swimsuit. It wasn't the best one you could find, but it'll do.

Yelena has found interest in sleeping on one of the floats. She's knocked out as the float hits one of the walls of the pool. Meanwhile, John is in the shallow area drinking a fruity smoothie. For the most part, everyone is relaxing for the first time in a while.

You sense a presence behind you and immediately turn. You're far too late, as two pairs of hands shove you into the chilly water. Your entire body is submerged, and water enters your nose. You pop out of the water, coughing and wiping your nose.

When you finally look up, you see Alexei and Bob standing where you were sitting. Alexei is hands on knees laughing and pointing at you as if he's pulled off a master prank.

"Is the water nice?" Bob asks. He holds out his hand for you to take. Even after shoving you into the pool, he's still kind enough to pull you back out. You should just take his hand and be thankful for the refreshing dunk. You aren't that type of person.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" You grip his forearm and yank as hard as possible. He doesn't take a lot of effort to pull. The splash from his fall wakes up Yelena, who lifts her sunglasses as Bob pops up from the water.

"'Ey, I don't want any rough housing," She points at you and Bob with a raised eyebrow. "Don't wake me again," She warns and puts her sunglasses back on.

The moment Yelena is back to resting, Bob's arms wrap around your waist. His head rests on top of yours, and water drips from his chin to your nose. He creates a sort of shade over your face to block out the sun.

"I could get used to this," You keep your voice down. Bob hums in response. He sways both of you carefully while he enjoys the closeness. "Did you swim a lot in Florida?"

"Oh yeah, like, every day." He nods without hitting your head. He relinquishes his hold on you and spins you around to face him. "It was either the pool or the beach. I preferred the beach because when the wind is strong enough, the waves get super high."

"That sounds fun," You say. "We should have asked for a wave pool, too." You laugh. Maybe you can suggest it to Valentina as a way to train for water-based threats. Though you doubt she'd accept that answer.

"The last time I was in a wave pool, I got kicked in the head three times," Bob chuckles. His hands move to rest on your waist to keep you near him. "I'm pretty sure they should be banned for how dangerous they are." His face becomes serious as he thinks.

"Oh, you can't handle some waves?" You tease. You already have something in mind and begin floating away from him. His brows furrow, and he watches you get a few feet away. You wind up your arm and roughly glide it across the surface to create a small wave.

It drenches Bob once again, but once the splash clears, he's gone. Before you can react, his hands are on your legs. He efficiently drags you under, but cradles your head before it hits the floor.

You open your eyes, but the water makes everything blurry. All you can see is Bob's outline as it gets closer. His hands cup your face, and his lips press against yours as gently as possible. The kiss only lasts a few seconds due to a lack of air, but those seconds are like a treasure. His lips are all you can feel as your senses are blocked by the water.

When you emerge, you gasp for air, but he doesn't. You chalk it up to him having more experience in bodies of water than you.

Once you catch your breath, he calls your name. You look towards him only to be hit in the face by water. He forgets how strong he is and gets Yelena and John wet.

"Oh, come on!" John groans. He holds up his half drank smoothie that now has chlorine water in it.

"Ok, that's it! No more pool for you two!" Yelena shouts.

[urfootboii]

He was your gardener, until the day he walked in on you jerking off to foot porn on your computer. The screen was facing the door, and he walked in right as you were busting a fat load...so there was no way of denying or downplaying it. He laughed, told you that he accidentally broke one of your ceramic pots, and then left. You were beyond embarrassed.

The next week he showed up in some sporty Nike slides. He was lounging on your porch, drinking a beer from your fridge, but you didn't dare go out and face him. You were still so embarrassed about him walking in on you last Friday, so you stayed cooped up in the house and avoided him. This went on for the next 2 weeks until it was pay day for him...which meant that you had to face him to give him his money.

It had been 3 weeks total, and today you were going to meet him on the porch to pay him for his work. As you were sitting there waiting for him to arrive you couldn't help but notice what a mess your yard had become. It had always been kept so nice before, but it didn't look like he had done an ounce of work in at least 2 weeks. You were a little upset, but figured you'd give him the benefit of the doubt.

He arrived, and sat down on the love seat adjacent to you. There was a small table between you and him, and he instantly kicked off his shoes and plopped his soles right up on the small table, wiggling his toes and sending that cheesy foot smell up to you. You handed him the money, then he told you to go grab a beer. You hesitated, but got up and fetched his beer, before sitting back down.

He sipped and you stared, mesmerized by the soles in front of you. After what felt like several minutes he broke the silence. "So the boss is a total foot fag, huh?" He said, sipping his beer and wiggling his toes. You didn't know what to say or do, so you didn't say or do anything at all. "Y'know, I'm a pretty chill guy. I don't have a problem with letting you perv out on my feet while I enjoy free beer, in fact I could get used to it." He said. "But do you know what would be even better? If you could lick all the sticky sweat and bits of sock fuzz off of them." He said, pushing his soles even closer to my face.

At this point you were lost in the soles, so you just dove right in. He chuckled above you as you started making out with his toes. It took you about 45 minutes to get all of the smell licked away when he finally broke the silence. "Alright fag, you did great. My feet feel nice and clean again! Wasn't that so much better than jerking off at your computer while I slave away out here in the hot sun for your shitty yard?" You nodded, face still against his soles.

"That's my good boy. This is a much better arrangement than the one we had before, no?" He continued. I nodded again, my nose brushing against his toes as I did. "Good boy. You'd much rather pay me to come over once a week and let you lick my sweaty feet than to have me do your shitty yardwork, right?" He said, grabbing your nose with his toes. You nodded, moving his foot with you as he wouldn't let go of your nose.

"Good boy. I'll see you next Friday, same time same place. Make sure you stock up on beer and run to the ATM before I get here." He said as he put his shoes back on and left his filthy socks sitting on the table. You watched him walk away, and then you knelt down and took a big whiff of his stinky discarded socks.

[mymelllllinda]

Pretty Mouth 2 — Geum Seong Je x F!Reader x Na Baekjin

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” Seongje said, voice low . Baekjin didn’t speak at first, he just reached out brushing your hair from your face with a tenderness that made your breath catch. His eyes lingered on you, dark and certain. “He’s not wrong,” he said softly. “You’re breathtaking like this.”

cw: dark!seongje, noncon, forced oral, hair pulling, praise kink, degradation, slight breeding kink? #MDNI

link to part one here

“Maybe next time… I’ll bring Baekjin.”

That sentence has haunted me for a week.

Seongje said it like a threat as he walked out of the bathroom stall, leaving me on my knees, throat sore and spit-slick, the taste of him still clinging to my tongue. He didn’t look back. 

Baekjin.

He said it slowly, like a threat wrapped in silk.

And ever since, my brain hasn’t stopped trying to fill in what that "next time" looks like.

And then—

Snap.

A pen hits my desk, hard enough to make me flinch.

“Shit, sorry,” Jun-tae says, voice low and half-laughing. “Didn’t mean to wake you from whatever dark place you just went to.”

I look up too fast, heat blooming up my neck.

He’s already grinning, sliding into the chair beside me.

 His gaze flickers to my face.

“You okay?” he asks, quieter now.

I nod. “Yeah.” A lie.

Jun-tae leans back in his chair, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Haven’t seen you around much since last weekend. What’s up with that?”

I shrugged, keeping my gaze fixed on my notebook. “Nothing, really. Just been studying.”

A weak excuse, but I didn’t trust my mouth with anything closer to the truth.

Jun-tae let out a short laugh. “Studying?” He tilted his head, clearly amused. “Didn’t think I’d ever hear you say that with a straight face.”

Before I could answer Jun-tae, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around my shoulders from behind.

“Baku!” I breathed, startled.

He leaned in with a grin, chin brushing my hair. “Hey, hey! you guys up for fried chicken later?”

Before I could respond, he added, “And don’t even think about saying no.”

I glanced between them—Jun-tae still watching me closely, Baku’s arms heavy and warm around me, both of them waiting. The attention made my chest tighten, the unspoken pressure curling in my stomach.

I swallowed. “Yeah… sure. Let’s go.”

Baku gave a satisfied hum, and I felt his grip linger just a second longer than it needed to before he let go.

"I'm so full," Hyun-tak groaned, leaning back with a dramatic sigh like he’d just survived a war.

Baku snorted, stealing one of the last fries off his plate. “You say that now, but I swear your hand’s been hovering over the basket this whole time.”

“Let him breathe,” Jun-tae said, stretching lazily with a grin. “Hyun-tak’s body’s 80% chicken at this point. We should be grateful he hasn’t started clucking.”

Sieun laughed, deep and low, the kind of sound that made people lean in just to hear it again. 

Then my phone buzzed.

Unknown number.

I barely glanced at the others before unlocking it. One tap. Then the air left my lungs.

It was me. Staring back at myself through the screen—eyes wide, mascara streaked, lips parted like I’d just been wrecked. Because I had.

My chest tightened. My grip on the phone faltered.

FLASHBACK

“Seongje, what the fuck are you doing—delete that right now! You can’t—”

“Shut up.” His tone was flat. Razor-sharp. “You think you get to fuck around with that little pretty-boy, Baku, and not pay for it?”

He angled the screen toward me to see my own image staring back. Mascara smudged. Mouth open.

“You belong to me now,” he said. Calm. Cruel. “And if I see you near him again, hell, if I even hear his name in your breath, this photo goes to every inbox at your school.”

END FLASHBACK

"Hey."

I flinched.

Jun-tae was frowning at me, leaning across the table. "You good?"

“Yeah,” I said too quickly. “Yeah. Just spam.”

“Spam,” Baku joked, bumping my knee under the table. “Must’ve been your secret admirer confessing in Morse code.”

They laughed again, easy and bright.

I forced a sound that passed as a chuckle and shoved my phone deeper into my pocket.

But I could still feel it. The weight of Seongje’s voice. That picture burned behind my eyes. His threat.

And across the table, Baku smiled at me.

I smiled back.

Even though all I could hear was:

“You belong to me now.”

“Alright guys, I think I’m gonna call it a night. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, forcing a smile as I stood up.

“So soon?” Jun-tae asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah… sorry for being a buzz kill.”

“Nah, you’re good,” Hyun-tak said, stretching. “I was about to head out too. Want me to walk you home?”

I shook my head quickly. “No, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want to drag you out of your way.”

He hesitated. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” I smiled again, a tight one. “But thank you.”

“Alright... if you say so,” he said, still sounding unsure.

“Night, guys!” I called over my shoulder with a wave as I slipped out the door.

The moment it clicked shut behind me, the smile collapsed.

Gone.

I stood there on the street for a second, the cold air biting against my skin, my breathing suddenly too loud in the quiet night.

And then I started walking—fast. Hands shoved into my pockets, head down, heart hammering.

I was so deep in my thoughts—spiraling about that damn photo, about what Seongje could do with it—that I didn’t notice the car until it was already beside me.

The door swung open, and before I could react, hands grabbed me from behind.

Rough. Forceful.

I barely had time to scream.

“What the—fuck!” I yelled, kicking back, but I was already being shoved inside. The car door slammed shut before I could process what was happening.

Then I heard it.

“Oh, so noisy.”

That voice.

I froze.

Seongje.

He was in the front seat, half-turned in the passenger seat like this was all some casual meet-up. A cigarette dangled from his lips, lit with an audible click of his lighter. He took a long drag, exhaled slowly through his nose, and smirked like a snake watching a mouse twitch.

“Miss me?” he said, voice low and smug, as if this was all some inside joke I was too slow to catch.

I couldn’t speak.

My heart was beating too fast. My skin was ice.

He tapped ash out the cracked window and looked forward. “Let’s hit the bowling alley,” he said, like we were going for fucking ice cream.

The moment he said it, my stomach dropped.

I knew what that meant.

I knew exactly why he was taking me there.

I knew exactly who he was taking me to see.

“No—Seongje—please,” I stammered, panic rising in my throat. “I don’t want to—”

He turned his head just enough to glare at me from the corner of his eye, cigarette perched between his fingers. His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Did I ask you something, babe?”

Silence.

Complete. Crushing. I couldn’t breathe.

“Oh, right. I didn’t.”

His voice was calm. Too calm. Like he was talking about the weather—not about dragging someone off the street and shoving them into a car.

I pressed back against the door, fingers scrambling for the handle. It wouldn’t open.

Child lock.

He leaned his elbow on the seat, cocked his head, and smiled wider.

“Try it again,” he said. “Please.”

My hand froze.

I didn’t move.

“Smart girl,” he whispered.

And all I could think was:

Oh god! 

When we pulled up to the bowling alley, the air in the car thickened.

"Alright, everyone. We're here," Seongje announced, mocking cheer in his voice, like we were on some twisted school trip.

I didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

My body locked up in the back seat, my fingers curled into fists against my thighs, praying he'd forget I was even there.

But of course, Seongje noticed.

He turned, annoyance flaring across his face like a switchblade. “Hey! Get the fuck out.”

His voice cracked like a slap.

That jolted me. I scrambled to open the door, fumbling with the handle like a scared animal. My feet barely hit the ground before his hand clamped around my wrist, tight.

He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to.

He yanked me behind him, dragging me across the lot like he was pulling a dog on a leash. His half-finished cigarette hung from his lips until he spat it out mid-step and ground it into the pavement with his heel—never even breaking stride.

The whole walk, I felt it—eyes on me. They were watching him drag me like property, like a joke.

We slipped through the front entrance and into the hallway down the stairs.

I knew where we were going. I didn’t want to go there.

But Seongje didn’t care what I wanted.

We reached a door—Baekjin’s office.

Seongje kicked it open like it belonged to him and shoved me inside.

The room was dim, smoke still hanging faint in the air. Baekjin sat behind the desk, calm and unmoved, while Dong-ha and Seong-mok stood nearby, mid-conversation.

Everything stopped the second they saw me.

Baekjin’s eyes met mine.

My knees gave out.

I hit the floor hard.

“Didn’t think I could scare her that easy,” Seongje muttered, grinning as he stepped over me, like I was trash in his way.

I looked up.

Baekjin was still staring.

His face was expressionless. Not angry. Not surprised.

Just interested.

“Out,” Baekjin said softly.

Seong-mok and Dong-ha didn’t ask questions. They left quickly, closing the door behind them without a sound.

And then it was just us.

Seongje leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me like a wolf with a rabbit in it’s mouth.

Baekjin stood slowly, pushing back from the desk like he had all the time in the world. His movements were precise.

He circled around and stopped in front of me.

I couldn’t meet his eyes.

I stared at his shoes instead. Shiny leather.

I couldn’t breathe.

He knelt.

I flinched.

Then his hand came down grabbing my jaw with cold fingers and forcing my face upward.

"Eyes on me," he said quietly.

I met his eyes.

And immediately regretted it.

There was nothing human in them.

He tilted his head, studying me like a piece of meat someone had delivered as a present.

“What do we have here…” he murmured. “You look smaller than I expected.”

Seongje laughed behind him. “She’s fun when she’s scared.”

Baekjin didn’t respond. He just kept looking at me.

Like I was something beneath him.

Like I couldn’t escape even if I tried.

And I knew nothing good was going to happen if I tried anything.

Baekjin let go of my jaw with a slow, almost thoughtful motion, like he was deciding whether I was worth the trouble or not. His hand lingered a second longer than it needed to, and then he patted my cheek.

Soft. Patronizing.

Like I was something to be pitied.

Then he stood, gaze never leaving me, and slid his fingers to his belt. The click of the buckle sent a shock down my spine.

“I want to see how good your mouth really is,” Baekjin said, voice like warm silk hiding something rotten underneath.

He wasn’t smiling.

Not really.

Just watching me—calculating.

Behind him, Seongje let out a twisted little laugh, pacing like he couldn’t sit still.

“She’s got talent,” he said, grinning like a madman. “Been rating it five stars all week.”

He tilted his head toward Baekjin and clicked his tongue. “You’re gonna love it. She tries so hard when she’s scared. Starts off all shaky, but the second you praise her? She melts.”

He leaned closer to my ear from behind.

“She lives for it.”

Baekjin’s eyes darkened with amusement. “Do you?”

His voice was quiet. Too quiet.

The kind of voice that made your skin crawl even though it never rose above a whisper.

“I think you do,” he murmured, letting the belt slide from his waistband. “Because girls like you... the ones who pretend they’re too good for this? You break so beautifully when someone tells you you’re doing a good job.”

His gaze dropped to my lips.

“You want that, don’t you? To be useful. To be told you’re perfect when you’re on your knees. Even when you’re full of shame.”

I stared at the floor, pulse racing in my throat.

“Look at her,” Seongje cackled. “You see that, right? She hates this. But she’s soaked. Probably didn’t even notice.”

He crouched beside me, his grin wide, manic, wrong. “I’d say she’s got a praise kink... but the degradation’s what really makes her squirm.”

Baekjin gave the faintest nod, like he was filing that detail away. Like I was a lab experiment reacting exactly as expected.

“This isn’t about what you want,” he said, leaning down, cold fingers brushing my jaw again. “It’s about what you're made for. And you, sweetheart?”

He bent lower, eyes locked on mine.

“You were made for this.”

I didn't move.

Not until I felt Seongje’s fingers thread into my hair from behind, yanking my head back just enough to make my eyes water.

“Come on,” he whispered against my ear, tone high and sharp like he was barely holding back a laugh. “You know the rules. Good girls don't wait to be told twice.”

“Show him,” he said louder, for Baekjin now. “Show him how well you’ve been trained.”

My hands moved before my brain caught up. My knees ached against the cold floor, and I felt heat crawling up my throat.

Baekjin didn’t stop me.

He just watched.

Like a predator watching a trapped animal make the inevitable choice.

Seongje laughed again, a short, breathless sound like he couldn’t believe how easy it was. “She’s perfect like this, isn’t she? Scared out of her mind, but still trying so hard to be good.”

Baekjin tilted his head, still watching me with that same cold curiosity. “It’s fascinating,” he said. “How humiliation makes you obedient.”

His hand brushed my cheek.

Not gentle.

Just possessive.

“You want to be useful, don’t you?” he asked. “Want to be praised. Even when you’re on your knees, you want someone to tell you you’re doing well.”

Baekjin stood over me, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor. His eyes, cold remained fixed on my face. The belt dangled from his fingers, a silent threat and promise.

"Go on then," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Show me what that clever mouth of yours can really do. And don't leave out a single inch."

Behind me, Seongje laughed—low and dangerous, his voice bouncing off the walls like a warning. He fisted a hand in my hair, yanking my head back to bare the vulnerable column of my throat. Then he crouched behind me, close enough for his breath to graze my skin. 

"Fuck, I love watching her choke on it," he crowed, eyes wild with sadistic glee. "Especially since she acts all high and mighty at. Makes it so much sweeter when she gives in."

Baekjin's gaze never left mine as he slowly undid his fly, the sound of the zipper seeming to echo in the charged silence. He pulled out his cock, already hard and heavy in his hand.

"Open," he ordered.

My lips parted on a shaky breath, and he took that as the invitation it was. He pressed the swollen head of his cock against my mouth, smearing the salty precum across my bottom lip.

"That's it," he encouraged, voice low and rough, like gravel crunching under tires. "Take it in. Show me how well you can follow orders."

Seongje chuckled darkly from behind me, a sound that sent chills down my spine. "Fuck, I can't wait to see her gag on it," he said, voice dripping with twisted anticipation. "She's got such a pretty throat. I bet it's going to look even better stretched around your cock."

Baekjin ignored him, his attention solely focused on my face, on the way my lips parted wider as he pressed forward, pushing his thick length past my teeth and onto my tongue.

"Relax your throat," he instructed. It was gentle. Like he wanted me to do well, to please him.

I tried. I swallowed around him

Baekjin groaned, a low, approving sound as he felt my throat constrict around his length. "That's it," he praised, voice rough with pleasure. "You're a natural at this, aren't you? Born to be on your knees, choking on cock."

Seongje let out a high, manic laugh, still gripping my hair tight enough to make my eyes water. "You see that, Baek? She fucking loves it. Pretending to be all reluctant, but her throat's sucking you in like she can't get enough."

Baekjin started to move, thrusting shallowly at first, letting me adjust to the thick intrusion stretching my mouth. His free hand came up to grip my chin, holding me in place as he began to fuck into my face with more purpose.

"Look at me," he demanded, voice tight with concentration. "I want to see your eyes when you choke on my cock."

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as he hit the back of my throat, his length pulsing, twitching against my tongue. I gagged around him, throat convulsing, but he didn't let up. If anything, he seemed spurred on by my distress, fucking my face with harder, deeper strokes.

"Fuck, she's gripping me so tight," Baekjin grunted, hips pumping faster. "Her throat's like a fucking vice."

Saliva dripped down my chin as he used my mouth, my body, for his pleasure. Drool pooled on my lap, soaking into the fabric of my skirt as he fucked my face with brutal intensity. Seongje's grip on my hair never loosened, holding me in place as Baekjin took his pleasure.

"Don't forget to breathe through your nose," Seongje mocked, voice breathless with sadistic amusement. "Wouldn't want you passing out before he's done using that talented throat of yours."

Baekjin just snorted, the sound almost drowned out by the wet, obscene noises of him pounding into my mouth. The room filled with the scent of sex and the taste of him, thick and heavy on my tongue.

"Fuck, I'm close," he growled, voice strained. "Gonna fucking cum right down your throat.”

Baekjin slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt in my throat as his cock jerked and pulsed. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot down my throat, choking me, forcing me to swallow.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, head thrown back in pleasure as he emptied directly into my stomach. "Take it all, you fucking cock slut."

As suddenly as it began, it was over. Baekjin pulled out, his softening cock slipping from my abused lips with a wet pop. A strand of cum connected the swollen head to my mouth before breaking, dangling obscenely on my chin.

He smiled then, a twisted mockery of a genuine smile, more like the baring of teeth than anything else. His eyes glinted with a dark, satisfied light as he looked at the mess he created.

"Beautiful," he purred, voice like honey laced with poison. "You look so perfect like this.  You're really something special, aren't you?"

Seongje didn’t give me a second to catch my breath. He had me by the hair, his fingers twisted deep in the strands as he dragged me up, yanking me forward. I stumbled, catching myself on the edge of the metal desk that dominated the back of the office, the cold surface biting into my palms. I barely had time to catch my balance before he spun me around and lifted me onto the edge of the desk. My thighs clenched against the cool steel as he stepped between them.

"I've been waiting for this." he growled.

His voice was low, razor-sharp.

“For what?” I asked.

His hand slid up under my skirt, slow and possessive, until he hooked his fingers in my underwear and pulled them down with deliberate precision. “Waiting for you to fuck up, to give me a reason to put this pussy in its place."”

He unbuckled his belt with practiced ease, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he freed himself, gripping his cock at the base, spitting into his palm before stroking once.

“You ready, baby?” he asked, voice dripping with cruel affection. “already wet like a filthy little whore.” 

Seongje didn’t wait for permission.

With one sharp thrust, he buried himself inside me, thick and unrelenting, forcing a gasp from my throat that shattered the silence. The metal desk beneath me groaned with the force, the cold surface biting into my skin as my thighs trembled against his hips.

“Fuck,” he growled against my neck, his breath hot and ragged. “You feel like a fucking dream—tight, wet, and so fucking needy. I bet you were waiting for this, weren’t you? Waiting for me to use you like the little cum dump you are.”

His hands gripped my hips with bruising strength, slamming me back onto him again and again, each thrust harder than the last. My body jolted with the rhythm, spine arching involuntarily as pleasure twisted violently with shame. 

“That’s right,” he whispered, dragging his teeth along the shell of my ear. “Take it like a good little slut. This pussy was made to be ruined.”

Behind him, I could hear a slow breath.

Baekjin.

He was lounging on the couch like he owned the room, one hand lazily stroking his cock, eyes glued to where Seongje was splitting me open on the desk.

“Fuck,” Baekjin murmured, his voice thick with lust. “She looks so fucking perfect like that—stuffed full and shaking. You breaking her in good or do you need help?”

Seongje chuckled, low and cruel. “She’s dripping around me like a bitch in heat. She’ll be cock-drunk in a few.”

I whimpered, shame burning across my cheeks as Seongje fucked me harder—deeper—his cock dragging against every spot inside me like he was mapping me from the inside out. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat.

“You hear that?” he hissed into my ear. “He’s watching you. Jerking off to the way I use you. You like being put on display, you fucking whore?”

My moan gave me away.

Baekjin groaned from the couch. “Goddamn… she just clenched around you.”

“Of course she did,” Seongje spat, slapping his hips hard against mine. “She loves being degraded. Don’t you, baby? You love when we treat you like nothing more than a wet little hole.”

“Say it,” Baekjin called out, his strokes getting faster. “Say you love being used.”

Seongje wrapped a hand around my throat—not tight, just enough to make me feel the heat of his dominance. “Go on,” he growled. “Let him hear you.”

“I—I love it,” I gasped, my voice cracking. “Love being used.”

Seongje’s groan was primal. He slammed into me so deep I saw stars, his breath breaking against the side of my neck.

“Good fucking girl.” He said as he finished inside of me.

He pulled out with a filthy squelch, a trail of slick clinging to his cock as he stepped back. My body collapsed onto the metal desk—used, aching, shaking. I didn’t even get the chance to exhale before his hand gripped my jaw and turned my head toward the couch.

Baekjin was watching.

His dark eyes never blinked, his cock stroking lazily in one hand. His lips were parted slightly, breath uneven, his face was flushed with arousal.

He stood up slowly and circled the desk, his bare chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. I could hear the slick rhythm of his hand as he walked—slow, teasing strokes down his length as he approached the chair opposite the desk.

He sat.

Spread his legs.

And smiled.

“Come here, baby,” he said softly. Like he was inviting me into his lap for a hug. “Climb up and sit on my cock.”

My throat tightened.

I didn’t move.

He tilted his head, voice still soft. “Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart. You’ve already let him fuck you like a cheap little toy. You gonna pretend you’ve got any dignity left?”

Behind me, Seongje laughed—cruel, sharp. “She’s too fucked out to pretend anything.”

Baekjin reached down, stroking the tip of his cock with his thumb, smearing precum over the flushed head. His voice dropped lower, breathier.

“Come on, princess,” he cooed. “Be a good girl.”

The sweetness in his tone made the filth hit harder. It felt like being stroked with too much care—like a mouse in someone’s palm.

I slid off the desk.

Stumbled.

I dropped to my knees, breathless, my legs too shaky to hold me after the way Seongje had fucked every ounce of strength out of me. 

Baekjin watched me crawl to him, pupils dilated, the corners of his mouth twitching with delight.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “So messy already. All stretched out and leaking all over my floor.”

I reached him—shaking, breathless.

He patted his thigh gently. “Up. That’s it. Come ride me like a good little slut.”

I climbed into his lap.

His cock pressed against my entrance.

But he didn’t thrust up.

Didn’t grip me.

He looked me in the eyes and whispered:

“You do it.”

My lips parted.

“I want you to fuck yourself on me,” he said, so gently it made my stomach flip. “Because you need it, don’t you? Need to be filled again. Need someone to remind you you’re nothing but a greedy little whore.”

I whimpered—but I obeyed.

Slowly, I sank down, inch by inch, until he was fully inside me.

He let out a soft sigh, as if I was the most relaxing thing in the world.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Nice and full again. Just like you’re supposed to be.”

His hands smoothed over my thighs, deceptively gentle as he started guiding my hips.

“Bounce for me, baby,” he said, kissing the corner of my jaw. “Let me feel how tight this filthy little cunt still is.”

And I did.

Because his voice made it impossible not to.

Each movement dragged him deeper, his soft groans filling my ear like praise turned poison.

“You’re doing so well,” he breathed. “So fucking good for us. Just a pretty little thing who likes being passed around and filled up.”

He kissed my throat.

“Such a sweet, obedient little slut.”

My moan cracked in the back of my throat as I trembled in his lap.

Baekjin’s hands tightened on my waist, his breath suddenly harsh, uneven.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned softly, voice still wrapped in silk even as his cock twitched inside me. “You feel too fucking good. This perfect pussy, all warm and stretched and used up—like it’s begging to be bred.”

My body seized at the words. And he felt it.

“Yeah,” he cooed, thrusting up gently once, twice—deeper than before, slower. “You want that, don’t you? Want me to fill you up?”

His voice dipped into something darker.

“My cum inside you. Leaking down your thighs when you walk out of here.”

I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders—but I didn’t stop him.

I couldn’t.

His grip tightened.

“Say thank you,” he whispered against my lips.

“T-Thank you,” I choked.

And then he came.

A deep, guttural moan spilled from his throat as his cock throbbed inside me, thick warmth pulsing into me in slow, possessive waves. He held me down—buried to the hilt—as if he wanted every drop to stay inside.

I barely registered the moment Baekjin pulled out—his cum thick and warm as it spilled out of me, dripping down my thighs and onto the floor. My body gave out, slumping boneless against him, my mind fogged and flickering at the edges.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” Seongje said, voice low . Baekjin didn’t speak at first, he just reached out brushing your hair from your face with a tenderness that made your breath catch. His eyes lingered on you, dark and certain. “He’s not wrong,” he said softly. “You’re breathtaking like this.” 

fin

© 2025 mymelllllinda

[sapphirexsolarium]

Cruel Universe

tw: angst, character death (reader), hurt/no comfort, sylus x non-mc reader, couldn't proof read through the tears :')

wc: 1.1k

a/n: i rewrote this 4 times with several different plot points and completely abandoned the original plot i had, this is inspired by a fic i read with a similar plot line but i can't find it ; A ; if any of you recognize it please let me know so i can give proper credit

The loud thumping is incessant. Your breathing is slowed and you realize that thumping noise is the sound of your raging heartbeat in your ears. It's so loud. Obnoxious even.

Through the haze of your blurred vision you see him and her running to you.

"Oh good, they're safe." You think to yourself. In the end at least you could give him this.

-

"Do you think I'm a cruel man?"

You give pause, "I think you're pretty ruthless but cruel?", thinking over your answer.

"That's good to know." He quietly chuckles, polishing his gun.

"She called you cruel didn't she?" You try not to laugh but his glare at you makes you burst out into laughter.

"It's a little unfounded don't you think? We were just acquainted and she's already made assumptions about me." Sylus tries to reason with you but your laughter drowns out all notions of him winning you over.

-

"So, reincarnation huh?"

"Something like that." He shrugs indifferently after revealing to you his big, great secret.

"Wow… I didn't think the universe would be so kind to give us another chance much less reunite with our soulmates." You look up at the sky, streaks of reds, orange and pinks bleeding into the night sky as the sun slowly starts to peek out from the horizon.

"It's actually a curse."

"If my curse was to find my soulmate again… I think I'd be okay with that." The cold dawn bites into your skin and you pull your jacket tighter around your body. "There's hope in your curse. You'll find her again." That stings your chest a bit when you say that.

"I didn't think you'd be so sentimental." He pokes at your forehead before placing his jacket over your shoulders.

"A girl can dream about a love that transcends space and time." You wave off his hand, eyes downcast as you try to memorize the scent of his jacket. It's warm, smokey and a little bit sweet. You stare off into the distance as day breaks. You'll hold onto these small moments now, you can't afford to hope for anything more. "I hope you find her."

-

"What will you do now that she remembers?"

"Love her for the rest of my days." He softly smiles, looking out at the city skyline. Part of you is happy that he's happy and the other part feels like your chest has been hollowed out. Miss Hunter is one lucky girl.

You're fiddling with your switch blade when he asks, "What do you dream of?"

Your brows furrow, "Like when I'm asleep?"

He lets out an exasperated sigh, "No, silly. What are your dreams? Your grand schemes? The big goal in life?"

"Probably the same as yours."

He's surprised by your answer, "What ever do you mean?"

You don't meet his eyes, you're afraid you'll give yourself away. Instead you stare up at the night sky, "Find my soulmate, tell them I love them and live out the rest of my days with them." You're not really sure if that's your dream though. Especially when the one person you wish it to be, fundamentally cannot be. He's not yours. Never was. The universe said so, right?

"Oh…" He tries searching your eyes for an answer but you refuse to look at him. Maybe that's the answer he was looking for.

"…Do you really think that there's one perfect person out there for everyone?" You quietly ask, looking down as you hug your knees tighter to your body.

"No." It was his turn to surprise you. "Even with my destiny… I still believe love, even perfect love can exist anywhere and everywhere."

You look up at him for a moment before your lips break out into a teasing grin, "I didn't think you'd be so sentimental."

He rolls his eyes but smiles down at you, patting your head. "I think I'm developing some bad habits."

"I wonder why." You look down as he pats your head, the bittersweet smile hidden from his view.

-

The roaring fire surrounding you brings you back to your senses. The bright lights and sounds of distant sirens cloud your mind but one thing is certain, Sylus was in front of you. Holding your hand, looking so concerned, so worried. You've never seen him like this. Usually he's so confident and sure of himself.

"We'll go to the islands."

You chuckle, sputtering blood between your pained coughs. "Yeah… The beach house right?"

"Right. We'll eat whatever you want." His fingers holding onto your hand so tightly, it momentarily distracts you from the pain.

"That new cafe that opened?" Your breathing begins to labor, you're slipping away.

"Yes… And… And dancing. We'll dance the night away." Sylus, for the first time sounds so unsure. "You'll be alright."

"Dancing…" You softly smile, the idea of dancing with him under the moonlight feels too generous. Like you don't deserve that kind of bliss. After all, you're pining after a man who's in love with someone else.

What kind of person does that? You should've moved on but part of you selfishly held on. You held onto those soft, warm, quiet memories and told yourself that it was enough. You didn't need more.

What was your big dream? Your grand scheme? To love him. To love him for all eternity. Selfishly and quietly.

"Sylus…?" You try to hold on for a little longer but you can't feel the warmth of his hands anymore. You wanted more time, just a little more. "I'm scared."

"You'll be alright. I'm right here."

It's slipping away too fast. Your mind is swimming, filled with only him. You love him. You love him so much. You're hopelessly, desperately and pathetically in love with him. You're so scared that you won't be able to say it.

You look up at him, your eyes pleading to the universe to give you this one thing. It's okay if you can't have him. You understand that, you do. But you're begging, pleading for the universe to give you this at least.

"I… I love…" You try to push the words out with your final breath but it falls short. You weren't given the chance. In the end, you were denied your greatest wish even in death. In the end those words will always remain unsaid.

"No, please…" He squeezes your hand harder, watching the light fade from your eyes before you can say those words to him. He cradles your body in his arms. You feel so much smaller like this. He's never held you like this before and he's ashamed that this is the first and only time.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs against your forehead before pressing a kiss to it.

Perhaps the universe is not as kind as you made it out to be.

And perhaps… he is cruel.

"I love you too."

[plutodexay]

Thunderbolts* Headcannons

Them asking you out on a date and how they would go about doing it!

Includes Bucky, Ava, Walker, Yelana, and Bob! In that order

⋆˙⟡Bucky⟡˙⋆

He would be awkward but weridly confident. Like he would need to pysch himself up in the corner before walking over to you but would also have the idea that theres no universe in which you'll say no to him.

Its not the most romantic thing, he didn't bring flowers or a gift but he has that old timey mindset of how to do these things and that comes heavily into play.

"Would you like to go to dinner with me?" Bucky asked, a smirk on his face that for once showed no malice.

"Dinner?" You could feel your eyebrows furrowing at the simple question. Bucky was mostly distant with you, making this honestly a somewhat scary situation, but also an exciting one.

"I like you." His hand reached out to grab yours, the warm skin a contrast from what you'd expected. "And I would like to treat you to a nice evening if you'd let me." Emphasizing his words by bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss into the back of it. You knew what your answer was.

⋆˙⟡Ava⟡˙⋆

Something tells me she'd be waiting for you to ask her first, like she would be secretly staring at you and trying to egg on conversations that could potentially lead to the two of you being alone together.

If she did end up asking first, it would be out of despration or a slight outburst in the middle of a conversation. Asking is hard but she also doesn't want to risk you getting with someone else or leaving.

"I mean I have the reservation, I'll probably just ask some random tinder match to go with me ya know?" Yelena laughed along with you at your words, the topic of this stupid gifted reservation on valentines day driving you insane.

"Could take me." Ava muttered, face strained in annoyance as she stood by the both of you.

"Sorry say that again?" You asked, trying to make sure you heard her right, and you really hoped you did.

"Take me." Ava said louder this time, a tone of anger in her voice. "I'm right here, more than willing to have all the cringe romance shit you could just take me."

"I'd love to." Her face turned to one of pure shock, matching Yelenas similar expression. "You'd be the perfect date."

⋆˙⟡Walker⟡˙⋆ (Im still in the constant changing opinion of this man but I am a women of giving daydream ideas to people so enjoy)

I don't even think he asks. He's full of that surface level confidence that slowly fades the more comfortable he gets around you. His pride is intense so he just doesn't ask, he tells you.

Even with this he'll get visbily excited when you don't say no. He has an extra kick in his step when he walks away from you after it. You can't point it out until much later in the relationship which by then he'll admit to rehearsing it all in a mirror the nigth before.

"You me the park at 7pm tomorrow." John said as he walked up to you, no hello's or anything else.

"Oh yea?" You chuckled as you watched his smirk faulter at your pushback for just a moment.

"Yea, you have a problem with that." He took a step closer, keeping eye contact with you seemingly attempting to challenge you to push him furhter. You weren't going to, you knew that but the fact that he did not for these few seconds made it much more fun for you.

"I'll be there." You broke the silence, and all you got was a nod from him as he turned to walk away, watching as he walked as if he'd had multiple shots of expresso hilariously.

⋆˙⟡Yelena⟡˙⋆

Oh so stereotypical for some reason. Once she knows she wants you she will be getting you and that is the end of the discussion. She'd ask you while handing you a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers wrapped in perfectly tied ribbon.

It'll be done in private to, a timed place where nobody could dare to interupt. She wants it to be perfect even if its just a first date and she will make it painfully so. She won't have anything planned for the actual date though, wanting to get your opinion on it before hand.

"Is there any reason why we're out here?" You said aloud, looking around the quiet park. This specific spot you were in had nobody running around it, you could hear the rest of them off in the distance yet here and now it was just you two.

"I wanted peace and quiet so I could ask you." Yelena's tone was serious but her face gave off hints of excitment. You watched as she ducked below the bench to pull out of bundle of flowers. "For you." She extended the flowers towards you, waiting with a smile until you grabbed them.

"Why?" You could feel the confusion on your face as you switched focus between the flowers and her.

"I would like to take you out on a date if you'd let me." Now she was nervous, you could hear it but god was it endearing.

"Please do."

⋆˙⟡Bob⟡˙⋆

Sleepily, its the only time he has enough confidence. You two would be resting in the common space after a mission, everyone else had left to go to their own rooms but you two always watched something before doing so.

He'd be half asleep bundled under a big blanket on the couch next to you when he'd ask. Saying he'd been thinking about it for ages and would really like to start sharing couches. Falls asleep the moment you agree but thankfully remembers in the morning.

"We should share a couch one day." Bob mumbled, words coming out at the right commercial break.

"Yea?" You chuckled, pushing your own blankets down enough to get a view of his red but bundled face in the tv's light.

"Mhm." He hummed, eyes closed and shifting further down into the cushions. "If we go out on a date we could do it." A smile grew on his face, imagining that scenario.

"I'd like that." You responded, watching him grin adorbly. "If you'd like." You added, knowing his tired mind races from him often enough that it can and has become an issue.

"Zoo date?" He whispered, prying his eyes open to look at you with baited breath for a response that wouldn't ruin the moment.

"Zoo date."

[thewizardmus]

I didn't do it for the fame or glory or anything like that. Captain Oblivious could have all that. I was only in it to do my part, give back to the community, and all that. So when I was "an unfortunate casualty" five years back and written off as dead by the man I'd been under for years, I didn't go all ballistic on him and make a fuss, I just walked away, went home, the thing about a secret identity is no one even came to check.

The city threw a little parade for my funeral, and I went to it on a whim. Ended up holding up a little girl so she could see over the crowd with her sister. Even if Captain Obstinate didn't care enough to move, the city sure did. For the first time in a long time, I felt recognized. If I wanted I could come up with a new name, new costume, reenter the hero business under someone else who wouldn't make a big deal. I knew a couple heroes I would be able slide in with. And yet looking at Captain Obvious on that parade float, I knew that wouldn't be right for me. I took some time for myself, got some real sleep, got closer to my community.

Until I felt that itch again to get out there and help in a more hands on way. I didn't really want to do the whole costume and mask song and dance again, so I just bought a whole bunch of cheap hoodies and gloves and went back into the streets. I'm pretty sure most the city has figured me out at this point, but I don't really mind. An old grandma called me my old sidekick name last week before apologizing and calling me "sugar". I've gotten more "Welcome Back"s than "Who are You"s. Even though I couldn't be wearing anything further away than that bright yellow eyesore, the moment people saw my actions, my eyes, something, they began putting the pieces together.

Thing is even if the city knows, no one's said a peep about Ol' Lieutenant Loser, but he's still taken a massive sink in standing. Apparently walking in with a sidekick and walking out without one and no civilians doesn't exactly get you on 60 Minutes. Especially when your effectiveness immediately takes a nose dive. Turns out people realized I was doing the heavy lifting, metaphorically and physically, REAL quick.

So uh, I guess what I'm trying to say is no, I don't do interviews.

You were the sidekick to a super hero. You worked hard, doing all the labor while he got the credit but it's fine. Anyways, while saving people in a fire, you get trapped. You scream out for help, but all he does is stare at you. "Sorry, kid." He shrugs and leaves you there to die.

[toriaaniin]

Shared Camouflage

It's interesting that today, one year since we witnessed all that was Brazil — the moment the mask truly slipped. When affection outpaced performance and the chemistry between Luke and Nicola ignited in full view. It was unfiltered, unrestrained, and so radiant that no amount of PR could fully contain it.

In contrast, what we see now is distance wrapped in precision — carefully staged appearances, strategic adjacents, and silence where connection once sparked. The raw light of Brazil has been dimmed, not extinguished — hidden beneath a layer of calculated control.

This post isn't just a theory. It’s a lens — one that helps us make sense of a year’s worth of contradictions, silences, and staged appearances. If you’ve ever looked at the current narrative and thought “this doesn’t make sense” — you’re right. It doesn’t. And it’s not supposed to.

Because what we’re seeing isn’t love. It’s not intimacy. And it’s certainly not real connection. What we’re seeing is camouflage — carefully crafted, often clumsily executed, and shared by two people who seem to be working together to protect something more precious than publicity.

Camouflage Isn’t Accidental — It’s Engineered

Some believe (and I'm one of them) that these moments — the staged pap photos, the red carpet appearances, the cheek-kiss carousel — are just about fulfilling deliverables in a contract. But the truth is: you can’t fulfill a contract that requires public optics without involving PR. When the deliverable is “be seen,” someone has to make you seen. Whether it's a contracted pap walk or a red carpet requirement, there’s no version of that execution that doesn’t involve PR.

Some have claimed that this is 'not PR' — that it only looks like sloppy PR to the average onlooker. But that's a misunderstanding of how public deliverables work. A contract may set the terms, but PR enforces the delivery. It's not either/or. It's both. If anything, the sloppiness is a byproduct of legal precision — not its absence.

PR isn’t an afterthought. It’s the mechanism.

And that’s why the camouflage looks sloppy. Because it’s meant to. This isn’t polished, audience-facing branding. It’s box-checking. ☑️ Just convincing enough to pass legal scrutiny for those contractual obligations, just vague enough to confuse the public, and just sloppy enough to discourage deeper questioning.

But when you look at it for what it is — calculated opacity — it becomes harder to dismiss.

And what if that illusion is being sustained not by preference, but by obligation? Let's assume that the a contract in play dictates proximity, appearance, and silence. If true, it would explain the awkward optics, the blackout periods, the strategic adjacents, and the choreographed reappearances. It’s possible that Nicola isn’t bound by the contract directly — but is still subject to its limits. Because if the agreement requires that Luke not appear in a visible relationship with anyone else, then Nicola, by default, must be erased. Her absence is part of the terms. Her silence is part of the structure. This isn’t PR chaos. It’s PR containment — fulfilling terms, avoiding breaches, and holding back the truth until the structure lifts. Camouflage, in this context, isn’t just protection. It’s compliance. Someone is designing this illusion And someone is making sure the story stays just out of reach.

What They’re Hiding Is the Real Story

This isn’t the hiding of scandal. This is the veiling of a life.

If camouflage is being used, it’s because something meaningful — even sacred — lives behind the curtain. For months, Nicola and Luke appeared to orbit separately, but their timelines told another story. Nicola shifted her bespoke Claddagh ring from her right to her left hand on October 1st, sharing that switch in an IG story using her now-Claddagh-wearing left hand, pointing to her heart, and the message “Choose Love.” Coded not only as a nod to the Choose Love campaign she openly supports, but also as a carefully crafted message — one that said, without words, that she herself was choosing love. Not just any love — her love. A declaration made in silence, hidden in plain sight. A few days later, Luke was spotted in the background of a photo shared by Halley Brisker, on his phone in Nicola’s living room — a photo Nicola herself approved by both liking and allowing herself to be tagged in. By the end of that very week, Luke posted the now-infamous “BRB” suitcases photo featuring a red tote bag (believed to belong to Nicola) perched on top.

This was the moment the camo cracked. Just a little. Just enough.

The Blackout Between the Cracks

On October 21st, Nicola posted a Polin selfie and seconds later, Luke posted the same image. It was clearly coordinated. And while I'm a big believer that Nicola was in the room when Luke recorded his 'This or That' video for People's SMA issue, we have no proof. And then? Nothing. From that moment until the SAG Awards on February 23rd, there were no photos of Luke and Nicola together. No behind-the-scenes shots, no interviews, no casual sightings. On February 14th, a Bridgerton Valentine’s Day event shared a teaser for Season 4 — with two short flashes of Colin and Penelope onscreen. And for a moment, we all exhaled. Luke: proof of life.

But even that wasn’t live. It wasn’t current. It was pre-filmed — a gesture toward continuity without revealing anything real. And then came SAGs. And with them, came the truth: warmth, familiarity, chemistry. Undeniable.

Which tells us this: the gap wasn’t absence. It was orchestration. A blackout period — coordinated, complete, and deliberate.

That’s what camouflage looks like when it’s working. It doesn’t just hide the truth. It hides the possibility of truth.

Camouflage in Full Volume

By early 2025, camouflage didn’t fade — it evolved. When Antonia was reintroduced at the BOSS event on January 30th, it marked a shift in tactics: from silence to performance. Luke emerged from months of absence, not beside Nicola, but beside Antonia — not warmly, not convincingly, but visibly. In parallel, Nicola’s proximity to Jake increased, particularly during his run of performances in Sheffield that March. Her presence in Sheffield was confirmed a few times through casual fan photos, but Nicola never promoted herself there — she promoted Jake’s play. Their interactions seemed subtly framed, but never confirmed — just hints. Echoes. Just hints. Echoes.

After SAGs — where the real connection between Luke and Nicola reemerged with clarity — it would seem that the PR teams doubled down with Luke and Nicola’s 'adjacents.' Between trips to Sheffield for Nicola (note that Bridgerton may have been filming in the area) and papped photos of Luke with Antonia, running errands, Jake appearing unexpectedly as Nicola's plus-one at the BAFTA Nominee's Pre-Party, and again at the Canneseries event where Nicola accepted an award. Toss in Antonia this past weekend at both the Vogue-Netflix BAFTA Party, the BAFTA Awards event and the afterparty... clearly the adjacents were being firmly planted in the grand narrative.

Meanwhile, there were no public images of Nicola and Luke interacting at the BAFTA Vogue x Netflix Party. At the BAFTA Awards, the only recorded moment between them came via a grainy video: Luke leaning down to speak to Nicola, seated in front of him. No interactions at the afterparty either. No interviews. No posed photos. No public engagement.

What does this tell us?

That camouflage can escalate. That when a blackout ends, distraction begins. That PR doesn't just hide a narrative — it builds a decoy.

While Luke and Nicola remain camouflaged — seen only in flashes (like peanut butter chocolate gelato & MUFS), never confirmed — Antonia is suddenly everywhere, despite having no notable new credits. Meta AI blurbs now describe her as a “multi-talented artist” in carefully polished PR language, conveniently surfacing alongside BAFTA coverage and Nicola’s name. It’s visibility without substance — a spotlight cast not by relevance, but by proximity. And it only sharpens the contrast: the real story hides. The decoy glows.

The story we’re being shown isn’t less controlled now. It’s more. Only now, it’s louder. More calculated. Less about protection, and more about prevention — the kind that keeps the real story at arm’s length.

And that’s what shared camouflage requires: trust, timing, and precision — because the truth lives somewhere else entirely.

This kind of hiding only works if it’s built on trust. It means Luke playing the part of the distracted boyfriend, and Nicola letting people wonder. It means both of them withstanding silence when the truth could shatter everything. This isn’t passive. This is coordinated.

When Nicola follows Antonia after SAG buzz, she’s not supporting her. She’s dampening noise. When Luke posts Antonia in his carousel without a tag, without a caption, without interaction — he’s fulfilling obligation, not sharing joy. When Antonia posts vague IG stories at the same restaurant Luke dined at in Rome, or shares a quay in Cyprus after Luke posts his BRB suitcase — fans don’t see coincidence. Many believe it's trolling. Whether coordinated or not, these moments feel designed to provoke — not confirm.

And if you look closely, the cracks in the illusion are everywhere.

The unconvincing cheek kiss. The now booby-trapped Wikipedia page — locked and protected after multiple attempts to edit Luke’s relationship status were blocked, reinforcing the effort to freeze the narrative in place. The ongoing refusal to acknowledge or clarify Antonia’s role — neither through interviews nor through any direct engagement — leaves a vacuum that continues to speak louder than words. The way Luke and Nicola light up around each other even when they’re supposed to be “off.”

Camouflage can’t erase resonance. It can only delay its recognition.

And that’s why we keep looking — not because we need proof, but because we already see it.

Out of frame. Still protected. Still theirs.

Aaniin Xxx

P.S. This - Shared Camouflage - is the fifth entry (not including our mid-series reflection) in our unfolding series. In my next post, The Cost of Going Underground, I’ll explore what’s been lost in the effort to stay hidden — the connection that’s been camouflaged, the community that’s been fractured, and the story that might never be told aloud. It’s a look at the price of protecting something real.

P.S.S. Find a listing of this blog post series along with short summaries of each - including those not yet published - here:

[goooofy-goooober1121]

TWST Boys and 2010s Childhood Things

Source: I grew up during the 2010s

Ask box is open! Please Feel free to Request!

Reblogs are always appreciated!! <3

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Magic Treehouse books

Like idk if they're specifically 2010s things but I remember those being insanely popular when I was in elementary

If I remember correctly Jack was the levelheaded one so automatically he was Riddle's favorite character

Got frustrated with Annie a million times over for being impulsive

His favorites were definitely the "Learning From Heroes" books and I think his favorite out of those would be To the Future, Ben Franklin

Probably pretended that if he had a Magic Treehouse he would go back to the past to meet the Queen of Hearts

Trey Clover

Easy Bake Oven

OR

Those toothbrushes that would "play music in your head" while you brushed by vibration patterns

Tooth Tunes I think is what they're called?

I don't see why it can't be both

Definitely gets the Justin Bieber ones

Also somehow really skilled with the Easy Bake Oven????

Cater Diamond

Vine and Musical.ly

Was probably behind all those "RIP Vine" YouTube videos

Definitely had hundreds of those Musical.ly lip sync videos

Lowkey probably pretty big on Vine

Quotes vines ALL. THE. TIME.

He memorized all the sounds on Musical.ly

Ace Trappola

The FNAF Kid to Deuce's Minecraft Kid

Loredumps FNAF like it's his holy bible

This reminds me this one time I was doing health screenings at an elementary school for my high school's medical academy course

And I was supposed to check the vision of this one kid but he came up to me and was like

"do you like FNAF"

and I was like yeah I played it all the time and he just went OFF about how he loved Springtrap/Golden Freddy and all the lore and stuff

It was a very good conversation

I'm glad to know that today's children are not totally lost

Anyways storytime over that was Ace coded 100%

Also probably had those dumbass shirts like "I could be GAMING right now 🎮‼️"

Deuce Spade

The Minecraft Kid to Ace's FNAF Kid

Was deathly afraid of Herobrine

Tried to build the Herobrine summoning shrine (he saw a fake YouTube video) anyways

Also definitely tried to build the Aether portal

Wore Minecraft shirts religiously

Probably had a foam diamond sword at some point

Knows every Minecraft parody song by heart

Big fan of Stampy Cat and DanTDM

Probably got a virus downloading Minecraft mods

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Ipod touch/early iphones

Specifically just for music

LOVED to wear earbuds all the time

Will never admit it but he was a huge Bruno Mars listener

Idk why it just feels right

"The Lazy Song" became his anthem

Also consider: Animal Jam

Edgy ass lion or tiger avatar

He's rich so he was a member from day 1

Ran kingdom roleplays where he gets to be king always

Has every spiked collar under the sun and rubs it in people's faces

Ruggie Bucchi

He's a Nickelodeon kid

Spongebob (I know it's from before the 2010s but like it was still running and good during the 2010s so I'm including it)

Watched Victorious and iCarly religiously

Got WAY TOO INVESTED

Cried when Tori got stuck in that prison overseas and had to sing Michael Jackson songs to get out

Also really loved those old Goldfish commercials with the storylines

Jack Howl

Anything from the Razor brand

I'm talking scooters and bicycles

ESPECIALLY THE FLASHRIDER 360.

GIRL

THOSE WERE SO FUN

He thought he was the coolest kid on the block riding a tricycle that spun around and shot sparks out of it if you pulled a lever

Outdoors kid for sure

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Shopkins.

And I'm not talking about just a few.

BROTHER HAD A MONOPOLY.

King of trading Shopkins on the playground

Probably had all the ultra rare sparkly ones

Actually any collectable item was his and posted up in his little black market

LPS, Calico Critters, Pokemon cards, toy erasers...

Probably ran a whole shop, scrutinizing every single item offered to him for trade and drawing up "no take-backs" contracts

Floyd Leech

"Dank Memes" and ASDF movies

Somebody please take YouTube from him

EVERY WORD OUT OF HIS MOUTH IS A QUOTE FROM EITHER

It's like decoding a language that only he knows

Blasts 360 No Scope type shit

Huge fan of dubstep music

Fidget spinners too. Can't take him anywhere without hearing one whirring in his hand

Jade Leech

Chia pets and bug farms

I know chia pets were from like the 80s but they were still big in the 2010s

And as for bug farms he probably bought the ladybug farm and the butterfly farm

Cried when he had to let them go

Probably at some point had the Obama Chia Pet

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

The Wii.

ADORED Wii Sports and Kirby

Probably hurt himself trying to mimic the Kirby victory dance LMFAO

Also a big Mario fan

Probably forced Jamil to be Luigi while he went as Mario for Halloween

He gives me really big nintendo vibes ngl

A lot of light up sketchers

OH GOD HEELIES

Jamil starts growing grays at the ripe age of seven watching him roll down the halls

Jamil Viper

Just Dance and Cooking Mama

Uses Kalim's Wii to play both

Has gotten perfect scores on every Just Dance level ever

Uses Cooking Mama to get new recipe ideas

Big Smule fan too

Likes their piano game and the singing game

Jamil Viper breaks it down to Ra Ra Rasputin flawlessly

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

Rainbow Loom and Hot Huez Hair Chalk.

Brags to EVERYONE when he figures out fishtail looms

Has a Rainbow Loom bracelet for every occasion

Uses the hair chalk to color his hair whenever he feels like it

(That's where the purple in his hair comes from LMFAO)

So many chokers.

So many skinny jeans.

Also a massive Movie Star Planet player

Rook Hunt

Anything nerf

Anywhere he went, nerf darts followed

Definitely had the bow and arrow nerf

Probably kept a nerf super soaker in reserve for hotter months

SCARY good at aiming them too. Never missed a shot

Probably has crates of nerf darts "just in case"

ITS NERF OR NOTHING

Epel Felmier

Big fan of Diary of a Wimpy Kid

HATES Manny and gets secondhand embarrassment from Susan Heffley

His favorite is probably either Rodrick Rules or The Last Straw

Someone once convinced him that the Cheese Touch was real and he was never the same

Doesn't know if he hates Rodrick or wants to be like him

Relates to Greg (just not on the, yk, being a horrible person front)

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Club Penguin, Wizard 101, and Poptropica. Possibly Habbo Hotel too tbh

Hacked his version of Pokemon Go so that he didn't actually have to leave his house

Gaming Legend tbh

Probably ranked in the top ten on every server he got on

Had a million puffles and was a black belt in the Club Penguin martial arts minigames

Had a secret tumblr account at the PEAK of fandom culture and got really popular off it

Probably makes sad AMVs to like My Little Pony or something

Ortho Shroud

Slime.

Slime FIEND.

Unironically searched up "how to make slime no glue no borax"

His favorite is crunchy slime

But fluffy slime is a close second

Also I think he was a big fan of Kidz Bop

Had an earth shattering revelation when he first listened to the ACTUAL songs that Kidz Bop covered

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

Talking Tom/Pou/Clumsy Ninja type games

"Lilia the little creature mocks me."

Cares for each and every one of them like they're his actual children

Probably has a spreadsheet of care times

Feels guilty whenever he taps on the screen and accidentally triggers the "You just smacked your virtual cat in the face" animation

Lilia Vanrouge

A mix of 2010s mom and internet culture

On one hand he LOVES to play Candy Crush

You look over at him and he's locked in on level 190282938

On the other his entire playlist is nightcore

Also I think he'd be way into Nyan Cat

Has a DeviantArt account (take that as you will)

Silver Vanrouge

Pillow Pets.

PILLOW PETS.

Idk if they sell them anymore but he definitely has a pillow pets blanket

His favorite Pillow Pet is a sheep

I also see him really liking Beanie Babies

He has a collection

Sebek Zigvolt

Ninjago, Bionicles, and Beyblades

Idolized Kai from Ninjago for sure

Had too many Bionicles to count

Pretended he was a Bionicle on the playground and has most definitely attempted Spinjitsu

Challenges EVERYONE to Beyblade battles.

You can't escape.

Carries his best Beyblades with him just in case

BEYBLADE BEYBLADE LET IT RIP

[cacospirit]

future crow prospects for Lucanis to work with

Lace & Lucanis murder business

Lucanis: Ok you see those guards over there?

Harding: yea?

Lucanis: You go in from the right, and distract them. Ill sneak up behind and take them out

Harding: Oh... cool! Wait what did the guards do?

Lucanis: ...the guards didn't 'do anything', we just need to get past them to get to the target

Harding: that merchant guy? I already shot him

Lucanis: what?? when?

Harding: I don't know, like 15 minutes ago? I had a clear shot through the window when we passed through the yard

Lucanis: then why didn't you say anything??

Harding: I thought we were having fun, isn't that what missions are all about?

Lucanis: absolutely not! It's about taking out the target, mierda!

Harding: aww.... well I had fun at least

Daggers and Dragons

Lucanis: Ok, so, the target is in the building over there

Taash: That house?

Lucanis: Yes, so... it's gonna be guarded, ideally we can find a route that let's us....

Taash: *kicks in front door*

Taash: HEY IDIOT, WE'RE ASSASSINATING YOU

Partners in Crime

Lucanis: so we got a good vantage point, there is no need to be in a rush here

Neve: Oh I've done a stake out before. And... I could think of a few ways we could pass the time

Lucanis: Neve...! This is... we can't lose focus, it's important we keep our eyes out

Neve: Certainly... there are ways to do it while we both face the same direction

Lucanis: Ok that's... we're not doing that, still

Neve: doing what? I didn't even suggest anything yet, what did you think I was talking about?

Lucanis: Neve, by the Maker...

Odd couple in arms

Lucanis: Ok, so what you need to know about the target...

Davrin: All I need to know is that it's not a darkspawn, rather a living breathing person

Lucanis: Davrin there are worse things in life than darkspawn! In fact, the worst ills of the world very much come from the conscious decisions of living breathing people

Davrin: I don't know how you sleep at night

Lucanis: I don't sleep at night, I have a demon inside of me

Davrin: maybe the real demon is the one going around killing people for money

Lucanis: ok I don't know why I thought this would work

Assan: *squawks in concurring disbelief*

Death and Decay

Lucanis: Ok, do you think you know our target?

Emmrich: Oh, certainly. I did some research and it appears our misfortunate gentlemen is Ferelden, but interestingly enough has Rivaini ancestry on his mother side. Likely prefers to be cremated after death, a barbaric practice to be sure but what can one do, one must respect the local customs. And notably if there are buried dogs of previous ownership they are to be buried together

Lucanis: ok that's... we don't really have to worry about any of that. We just... kill them, then our job is done

Emmrich: well I don't think it hurts to go above and beyond to guide someone to the beyond. If we are to grant a trip to the other side the surely it ought to be according to the preferred customs

Lucanis: ok that's.... sure. Have you prepared any kind of weapons?

Emmrich: Oh! Right, that's also a part of it, uhm. Well... I might be a little rusty on my magical artillery

Lucanis: Mierda... at least Manfred is armed I guess

Emmrich: ...he's not supposed to be. Manfred, what... where did you get that knife??

Manfred: *hiss*

Lucanis: that's my knife!

Dalish and Danger

Lucanis: see that building down there? That's where our target is at. You have a bow right? You can cover me from up here

Bellara: right right... the target, the murder target, the target we're gonna murder. Uhm... would it by any chance be easier to blow the entire building up?

Lucanis: ...yes that would be easier. Can you do that?

Bellara: Oh, yes! I brought a bomb

Lucanis: a bomb??

Bellara: well it wasn't supposed to be a bomb, originally. I was trying to make a container that keeps soup warm for trips, but I cant really get it to work. At this point I'm fairly certain it's highly explosive

Lucanis: why would that become highly explosive??

Bellara: geez you sound like Strife. You wanna do this or not?

Lucanis: ok, sure, just... do your thing then

Bellara: Right! Uhm... *activates soup container and tosses it*

*bright flash of light*

*loud explosion*

*shockwave*

Bellara: well that was bigger than I thought, maybe it was for the best to get rid of it

Lucanis: ...Bellara where have you been keeping that?

Bellara: I don't know, I can barely keep track of things, most of the time... OH NO! I just realized something!!

Lucanis: What??

Bellara: I just thought of a way to make the soup container work! Well... I guess it's too late now

[ramshackle-ramblings]

It's Been A Long Day

Dipping my feet into the swirling, murky waters of x Reader. Enjoy, or something.

@sunnysidesevenup

~~~

You pushed through the door to the Mostro Lounge, so exhausted you could barely stand and so hungry you thought you might throw up. Jade's smoothly apologetic voice greeted you before you where even properly inside.

"Take-out orders can be picked up at the bar, but I'm afraid we are closed for di- Oh!"

He broke off as you pulled out your phone with your free hand to check the time.

"Shit, I'm sorry," you said quietly. You could feel tears gathering behind your eyes. "I didn't realize how late it was."

You stepped back, but he caught your wrist before you could properly turn to leave, gently pulling you forward. If you had been looking at him, you would have seen concern flit across his face, but the thought of making eye contact with anyone right now made you want to curl into a ball and sob.

"Right this way," he said quietly, guiding you toward a booth in the back corner.

"You're closing," you tried to argue, but there was no fight left in you. "I don't want to put you out."

"Nonsense," he answered. "What's the point of knowing the owner if you can't take advantage once in a while?"

The idea of taking advantage of Azul struck you as uproariously funny, and you smiled for what felt like the first time in weeks.

"Do you know what you'd like?" Jade asked after seeing you settled into the booth. It was right next to the glass wall with the ocean beyond it, the water leaving mottled patterns of light on the table.

You shook your head, looking at some point over Jade's left shoulder, still avoiding eye contact but at least maybe it looked like you were trying. "It doesn't matter, whatever's easiest. I really don't want to put you out."

Your eyes flicked to his face and he smiled softly. "You couldn't possibly put us out," he assured you gently. "I'll let the kitchen know."

You settled against the cushioned back of the bench as he walked away, relishing the way it softly supported your exhausted body, and not caring when your eyes slowly drifted closed. The quiet sounds of the Lounge closing, the tinkle of glassware and dishes and the muted hum of tired, end-of-shift conversations lulled you, and you felt the tension easing out of your shoulders.

The light changed, a shadow falling across you, and your eyes snapped open, meeting Azul's pale blue-grey ones.

"I'm so sorry," he said softly, placing a basket of bread and a little dish of herb infused oil on the table in front of you. "I didn't mean to disturb you."

You shook your head, pulling yourself up. "No, it's fine. You're fine. I'm the inconvenience. I can go so you don't have to work around me."

He shook his head. "You're not an inconvenience. The bread was going to go to waste if you hadn't shown up to eat it anyway." He pushed the the basket a little closer to you. "If there's anything else you need, just let me know."

You nodded, trying to rub the tired off of your face.

"Anything at all," he said, so firmly you looked up at him in surprise. His smile was as spurious as ever, but there was an earnestness in his eyes that you couldn't dismiss. You blinked at him and nodded your agreement. He gave you a little nod of his own and left you to your bread.

You dipped the bread in the oil, and the first bite was heaven. You weren't sure you'd ever eaten anything so wonderful in your entire life. You went through the first piece in what felt like seconds, vowing to slow down for the second one. Just as you had shoved another bite in your mouth, Jade appeared at the table with a glass of water, and some other drink. He placed both on the table in front of you.

You shook your head, trying to reiterate that you really didn't need all of this, they were closing, after all, but he had disappeared before you could swallow.

You picked up the drink, some swirling orange concoction that you were certain he'd put way too much effort into, and took a sip. It was cool and sweet and just as delicious as the bread.

Floyd showed up a few minutes later with a plate heaped high with steaming pasta. He set the plate down and slid into the booth across from you.

"I was gonna do shrimp, but Jade said he didn't think you'd appreciate the joke right now," he said. His tone was playful, but also careful. All the sharp edges and loud noises were quietly tucked away, waiting politely for you to be feeling up to them again. "So it's just chicken."

"I wou-" you started, but Floyd just raised an eyebrow.

"You don't gotta front, Shrimpy. We gotchu." His feet knocked against yours under the table as he stretched out. "Azul said you wanted something 'easy', so I made ya pasta, cause it's better than soup but you can still slurp it, and I cut everything up so you don't need a knife or nothin'."

"I meant easy for you," you explained, twirling the noodles onto your fork.

"Aw, that's sweet." He pushed his foot gently against yours.

You appreciated the misunderstanding, though you doubted it was one, though. The pasta required very little effort to get from the plate to your stomach, and you had very little effort to give.

Jade showed up with a pitcher of water and a cup of tea. He refilled your glass and slid into the booth next to Floyd, sipping quietly at his tea. Azul followed a few minutes later with receipt books and cash boxes, perching on the bench next to you.

He and Jade started going over the books while you ate, quietly balancing the day. Floyd occupied himself with folding napkins into interesting shapes. They managed to miraculously finish at the same time you did.

Azul gathered the books and slid smoothly out of the booth. Jade followed, gathering the dishes and sweeping them off to the kitchen.

You stared at the end of the booth and willed yourself to move. It seemed so far away, and you were so tired. After a minute you gathered the tattered remains of your willpower, and grabbed the end of the table to pull yourself to the end and force yourself to your feet.

You wobbled a little, closing your eyes as you steadied yourself, and suddenly you were braced against someone else, an arm warm around your shoulders, holding you upright.

You opened your eyes and looked up to meet Floyd's eyes, watching you gently, something akin to concern swimming below the surface. You looked away quickly, eyes focusing on the floor instead.

"We're invading Azul's after this to watch a movie," Floyd informed you. "You should come with."

"Are you, now?" Azul said dryly, walking up to the pair of you. Floyd nodded and grinned and Azul rolled his eyes. "You are welcome, though," he assured you.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Floyd was already leading you toward the door. "Yay, sleepover!" he crowed, and Azul trailed behind you. You picked up Jade somewhere along the way, and Floyd chattered happily with him, keeping you steady as you walked and not seeming to care how heavily you leaned against him.

They whisked you along, quickly and carefully, and presently you were nestled snugly between Azul and Jade, Floyd sprawled across the foot of the bed in full control of the remote. Your eyes were already heavy, and your only contribution to the conversation for the last several minutes had been little nods and non-committal hums.

"Just pick something, Floyd," Azul sighed. You nodded, or tried to, your head leaning to the side and coming to a rest on Azul's shoulder. Floyd looked back over his shoulder and giggled quietly.

You barely registered someone laying a blanket over you, and were soundly asleep before the opening credits of whatever movie Floyd had picked were over.

[midnite-c6]

heyy i can pls request a thanos and namgyu x reader, where thanos is readers step and brother and namgyu is his friend who had come over for a sleepover? maybe the reader accidentally does something wrong and they decide to punish her. <3

sorry im usin' your request for an idea i got that's like it, but it's only nam-gyu with thanos's sister! :0lowkey namgyu starts off gentle in this one (this is finally leaving the drafts!!)

nam-gyu x thanos'sister!reader warnings: 18+, dumbification, degradation, lowkey hate sex, DUBCON, filthy!nam-gyu, outside of the games, no proofread

•⁠⊂⁠ ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ shock. that's what he felt when he found out thanos had a sister. because why would someone who's rooted with such a deep mysogyny had any mother figure in his life? he also felt a tinge of sympathy, because he'd also feel bad if a person like him had a sister.

but you were tough, just like your brother su-bong, you had a fighting spirit, and you talked back. everytime he'd see you bickering with thanos, everytime you'd walk out the bathroom in just a towel, right infront of nam-gyu's eyes to see, thanos wouldn't miss to comment "you're really trying to flash my good ol' buddy over here?" or "cover up, slut! you're givin' nam-su a boner!" you'd spit back, "please! you're sluttier than me, don't forget it!" a finger flipping both of them as you walk to the other room of the small, cramped apartment, sharing an apartment with your brother wasn't on your list, you're tough, but the economy's downfall is tougher. "plus, nam-su, no fucking looking!" you add, and it was the hottest thing someone could do. he's almost puppy-eyed, though he shakes it off, it just gave him a better motivation-- to fuck that attitude out of you. and he does have a hard-on now.

nam-gyu was driven by motivation, to get something he wants, he plans every second on how to get to that point. so when your not-beloved brother decided to go out to by more alcohol, nam-gyu was practically jumping to see you. opening your room, (there was only one room besides the common area and bathroom, and you fought su-bong tooth and nail to get it.) seeing you laying on your bed, still in your towel, and on your phone, holding it up to get some signal since your not-beloved brother forgot (didn't have any money) to pay for the internet cable.

you'd look up, like you were grateful you were seeing anything but the constant loading screen of your phone, giving him an automatic glare. "no. get out." and in response, he only chuckles, he's not downplaying how he's so fucking good at getting under girls' pants. "oh, please, you look like you haven't felt anything in years."

you raise a brow. "seriously? i'll die before i let my brother's friend touch me." then die. he thinks, but he doesn't really wanna scare you off, not a pretty little thing like you. even though the words were the exact opposite, he'd take it as an invitation to come inside, you weren't far, the room's small enough. "yet you still haven't worn any clothes? your brother was right." you'd sit up, was this motherfucker for real? "i can have him kill you, you know." wow, you were just like him. "i don't think your brother cares whether i touch or fuck your brains out, you think that too, i'm sure." "i don't think you understand that i don't fucking care what you think, and i don't wanna fuck you." but they both, you hate to say it, were right, why else would you be wearing towels in-front of a grown man?

this time he'd actually jump on you, his silver chain necklace would hit your face slightly, making you wince, as he's got you caged underneath him, "let's test that, yeah?"

～つ⁠｡⁠☆

you'd try and flip him over, but obviously it didn't move him. at all. but it just gave him the 'yes' you would have never wanted to say, "let me-" he grips your jaw, tighter, to warn you, but not to shut you up, he loves when you'd speak back. "what? you're still the one under me, bitch." he spits out, just like how you talk back. in a swift motion, removing your easy-access towel, spitting on your cunt and you whine, a hint of submission. "you won't even fuck me that good." your words were venom, each time, but he deserves it, it motivates him just enough to prove something. "don't care." casual delivery, but there was nothing casual about how his dick was already twitching dreaming for you. he unzips his pants, pull down his boxers, already lining up to enter. "fuckin' idiot! i need prep!" you're ignored. "i'm not treating you like..." he'd just stare at your pussy, holding his aching dick. you'd moan as you feel his tip ghosting over your hole, "a princess, you aren't one, you're a common whore, yet ya' know that, right?" "you don't know a fucking thing about me."

and then-- it slid, the only lube being his spit, immediately hitting your cervix. it hurt. dragging his cock longer than he should inside you, his dick the perfect size to hit every spot that itches, no prep, but you get used to it, just like a proper and good slut, you knew how to handle dick, atleast his dick, now proven and tested. suddenly you know how to moan his name correctly, without any talking back.

it wasn't new to him, fucking a girl until he sluts them out, fuck their brains out until they only remember him, what's new was he reminded you of thanos, of his best friend, and maybe that's something he'd discover for himself. ～⁠ˆ⁠｡⁠☆

still dommy namgyu but wanted a kinda dom- reader too! and... hello sweeties time to hiatus for another half a year ... i honestly liked this concept :3

[thevoidstaredback]

Part 3

Now, Danny has a horrible sense of time. If he can't see the stars, he can't tell time without a clock. But, he was sure it'd been hours by now. Hours of sitting in the dark, ignoring Cassandra and they still weren't leaving him alone.

And Danny was hoping to sleep that night. Looks like that's not happening.

At some point, Danny couldn't say when, Cassandra had left the closet, though they left the door open. They'd come back in a bit later. They told him that they'd unblocked the door, but that no one was going to come in.

Danny hated that. He'd curled further into himself.

He'd toyed with the idea of just going intangible and invisible and just noping out of there, but he wouldn't be able to until Cassandra left him the hell alone. Something they were very much not doing.

"I know it's hard to be in a new place," this was another attempt to get him to speak. It would fail like all the other times. "We're not trying to hold you here against your will. You're not a prisoner."

Distantly, he wondered what Talia had told Damian about his coming to stay the summer in Gotham. Danny was very much there against his will, only going along with what Talia wanted because she had people watching his actual family. She wanted him to get along with Damian, to become an ally to the Bat that he can call upon at any give and time. She wanted him to be at their every beck-and-call like he refused to be for the League. Deathstroke wanted him to kill them from the inside out.

It's a miracle those two ever got along long enough to agree to use their collective DNA to create him. A clone he may be, but he still has two parents.

"I don't know what lie you guys were told," he whispered into the darkness, "nor do I care. Stop trying to get answers because I'm not giving them to you."

"You're scared, I get it-"

"I'm not fucking scared!" He shouted, "Get the hell out and leave me the fuck alone!"

He breathed heavy, hiding his face back in his arms. He heard Cassandra stand, open the door, leave, and close the door behind themself. Then, following their footsteps, he heard the door to the room he'd been forced into unlock, open, and then close again.

Invisible, he uncurled and left the closet. He was quick to lock and block the door again. Then, he activated his flight ability and used the broken window to climb up onto the roof.

It was night. No matter that Bristol was across the river, not even attached to Gotham Proper, he couldn't see the stars through the smog. Not even from the highest spire of the Manor.

"This sucks," he whispered.

A snort from the window in the tower below him. "Don't I know it." Danny stiffened, but didn't otherwise react. "The name's Jason. Don't use the roof to hide from vigilantes." They pulled themself out of the window and climbed up to sit near him. The closest they could get was the roof top. They whistled appreciatively. "You must have the best balance in the word to be sitting up there, kid."

"Don't call me kid."

They shrugged and sat down, "Cass said you've been hiding in your closet all day," they said, "She also said you told her you're not scared."

Danny scowled. "Did she also tell you that I told her to fuck off? Because I thought I was very clear about that."

Jason didn't react to the language he'd used. "She said you're acting pretty scared."

"I'm not-!"

"'Scared'. That's what everyone says."

"You're not listening." Danny growled at them. They shut up. "I'm not scared. I'm avoiding you because I don't want to be here."

It was quiet for a moment. Then, "Then leave."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

He didn't say anything. It would get back to Damian who would tell Talia. She'd probably kill Jazz or Dani out of spite.

Jason hummed. "I think it's a bit more than that."

"Think what you want."

"I will." They stood. "I'm gonna go tell the rest you've left your room. Dickie bird's been sulking for hours because you won't talk to him. Everyone's been excited to meet their new brother-"

Danny's powers lashed out as he bristled, freezing the spire and rooftop he and Jason were on. "I'm not your brother!"

"Woah!" Jason threw their hands up to catch their balance. "Chill, dude."

He scowled at the pun. It was funny, but he hadn't felt like laughing since Talia dragged him away from his home with little to no notice.

Jason caught their balance, then sighed. "Don't stay out here too late, yeah?"

Danny watched them pick their way across the ice before climbing down to the tower window. He let his invisibility wash over him as he got more comfortable on the rounded off spike he'd claimed. He'd stay out as long as he damn well pleased, Jason. No one gets to tell him what to do.

Part 5

[mysteryshoptls]

Azul Ashengrotto Shared Lines

Tutorial: You mustn't lurk in such a place, it's rude. Shall I show you the way?

Level Up 1 / Buddy Level Up: Well, well... How splendid.

Level Up 2: What do you think of my remarkable progress?

Level Up 3: I'm just getting started. Heh heh heh.

Level Max: Ah, yes, I can feel power surging through my whole body... I do hope we can continue this beneficial business arrangement.

Vignette Level Up: Someone with a soft touch like you would only be taken advantage of in a school such as this, don't you think? If you ever find yourself drawing the short straw, you should consult me. I promise you won't regret it.

Spell Level Up: I would like to be able to effectively use the magic I've cultivated. I hate wasting talent, after all.

Friendship Level Up: Thanks to your efforts, I was able to spend quite the worthwhile time here. …If it pleases you, do not hesitate to invite me back.

Friendship Level Max: I dislike being in debt to anyone. Next time, I shall play host to you. I’ve already scheduled it. I cannot wait to see your surprised look.

Uncapped: More... I want more power. Did you think this would be enough to satisfy someone like me?

Groovification: I feel wonderful today. If there is something you desire, this may be the best time to ask.

Lesson Select 1: Do you find your classes tiresome? It may help to think of it as a game in which you earn points from the professor.

Lesson Select 2: I am perfectly prepared to take any class. Choose what you wish.

Lesson Select 3: Do I have any tips for today's quiz? ...I could tell you, for a price.

Lesson Start: Let's do our best.

Lesson Finish: Have you grasped my competence a little better?

Battle Start: What an unfortunate soul.

Battle Won: Well, well, that was a great success, wasn’t it?

Trouble 1: Of course, it was simply justifiable self-defense. You see that, don’t you?

Trouble 2: That was a waste of my time, I’m still in need of improvement.

GIFT CALENDAR 2023: “How will you be spending the day?” As always, I will be awaiting everyone’s visit to the Mostro Lounge. On a cold day such as this, we usually receive orders for dishes that are more common in the winter season. I’m sure today will be a rather busy day.

Birthday Login Message 1: I’m honored that you remembered my birthday. However, it is unfortunate but I do not accept one-sided gifts… If you absolutely must, then please order today’s special dish from the Mostro Lounge. …I will join you as well.

Birthday Login Message 2: Thank you for your heartfelt birthday greetings. How kind of you to go out of your way to come to our humble dormitory. As my thanks, why don’t I invite you to my party? I’m afraid it’s reservation only, so please, I will need you to sign this document. ……You absolutely have no sense of mistrust, do you? Next time, I shall have to prepare a proper contract.

Birthday Login Message 3: Is there anything I would like for my birthday…? Of course, there is. As many things as would fill an endless ocean. However, there is no need for you to gift me anything. Whatever it is that I may want, I will acquire by my own hand! Nothing is as costly as a free gift, after all. Well, I shall at least accept your kind thoughts. Thank you.

Birthday Login Message 4: Oh, have you come to request something of me? It would be my pleasure! Please, tell me what it is you’d like. No matter how difficult the task, once it is entrusted to me… Eh? You’d like to prepare a birthday card for me? …Heh, I think you’ll find that person a difficult one to please. But very well, may I ask what message you’d like on the card?

Birthday Login Message 5: [Yuu]-san. Have you, by chance, come to celebrate my birthday? Good timing, I had just hit a roadblock with what I was doing, so I welcome the change of pace. You’re curious what this is? Well, it’s a new board game. The other day, I only just barely lost to Idia-san, you see. I absolutely must figure out a winning play before our next bout…! Oh, are you intrigued by this board game as well? Perfect, how does a friendly match sound, as I work through possible strategies?

Requested by Anonymous.

[cyanide-siren]

i'm real, sweetheart

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Just a few days after Dean was killed by the Hell hounds and sent to Hell, you find out that you're pregnant. Now, four months later, he comes back.

Warnings: None, just angst with happy ending <3

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After Dean's death, you didn't eat, sleep, go to shower, leave your house for days – you were practically unable to do anything. You barely managed to get out of bed and distanced yourself even from Sam. You didn't answer phone calls and eventually turned off your phone, ignoring Bobby and Sam ringing your doorbell. You simply sealed yourself inside your house, lines of salt in front of windows and doors to keep everything else outside as well. A mere precaution.

And sitting alone at home in tears, piles of used tissues and self-pity, it truly felt like a mistake you could have avoided if you had enough self-control.

It was the worst heartbreak you had and would ever go through, at least that's how it felt like. You hadn't experienced a death of a loved one before, but of course nobody would get used to losing someone important to them, not really. It truly felt like you could never move on from this.

You had known since the beginning of getting to know Dean and how he lived his life that it would be a mistake to let yourself fall in love with a hunter.

However, something unexpected happened soon after Dean's death. Something you hadn't seen coming at all. Just a few days after his death, you had started to feel sick and would vomit over and over again until your stomach hurt like hell and throat was burning.

You were pregnant.

You had stared at the pregnancy test, those two haunting lines, for what felt like forever, sitting on the toilet seat all alone. Unintentionally you had stopped breathing, your hands were shaking and heart racing so fast you felt like a heart attack wasn't far away.

Fuck. This wasn't what you had planned. Sure, you'd like to have kids but right now? Without Dean by your side? You weren't ready to be a single mother, even though you knew for sure that Sam and Bobby would be there for you and help you. But neither of them were the father of your child.

Having a part of Dean inside you, still with you, made you burst into tears for the hundredth time.

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Four months passed. Sam had tried everything he could to bring his brother back to him, back to you, but it was useless. There was no way to bring him back. He didn't bring you to the mess of several plans he had because a voice in his head whispered that they'd all fail and you'd only get false hope when there was no real hope left anymore.

That was, until Dean one day casually showed up at his doorstep. There he suddenly was, more alive than ever, looking at Sam, Bobby awkwardly standing next to him. Sam's first reaction was obviously that this was a demon dressed as Dean or a shapeshifter but it wasn't. He was Dean, his brother.

His brother had returned from Hell among the living. How? That was a good question which didn't yet have an answer.

"Have you gone to see Y/N yet?" Sam had asked after a while of chatting and trying to figure out what was going on.

"No, i haven't," Dean mumbled, his gaze falling into his hands on his lap. He was more anxious to face you than Sam for a reason he wasn't sure about. Maybe because Sam was way more used to the life of demons and Hell than you were.

"You'll cause her a damn heart attack if you just show up at her doorstep like this," Bobby pointed out, standing next to him arms crossed against his chest.

Sam knew about your pregnancy, of course he did. Your pregnancy wasn't too far in yet to show clearly that you were expecting a child, but if you wore tight clothes such as a top, people could definitely notice your growing stomach.

"Well, how should i do that then?" Dean asked.

God, going to see you again was the first thing he would have wanted to do after crawling out of his grave. He missed you more than anything else. The thought of you was one of the only things that somewhat helped him to stay sane in Hell.

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Sam and Bobby were coming for a visit tonight to have dinner with you. Sam came over to your place quite often these days to keep you company, knowing that you barely saw anyone, having almost no social life.

When they stepped inside your house, and you saw the third, highly unexpected visitor, the entire world around you stopped for a moment. Your body froze still and for a while it felt like your organs stopped working. You weren't able to get air into your lungs, heart felt like stone and brain not able to comprehend whatever the hell was happening. It all felt like you were dreaming or hallucinating.

"Y/N," Dean said. No, it was just someone who looked like Dean. It wasn't the real Dean. The Dean you fell in love with five years ago had died, there was no doubt about it. He was dead. This man, creature, in front of you? A demon, shapeshifter – whatever kind of monster, just not a human being.

When Dean took a cautious step towards you, you suddenly got the ability to move again, instantly taking two steps back towards the kitchen counter.

"Y/N, i –"

"We already tried that," Sam said, having expected you to have even worse breakdown. "And he's not a shapeshifter either."

Before giving Dean a chance to explain himself, you quickly grabbed a jar of salt from the table, opened the lid and threw the salt on Dean's face. He closed his eyes before getting salt into his eyes, seeing this sort of reaction coming.

Nothing happened.

You stared at Dean with wide eyes, throat feeling tight and chest heavy when Dean looked at you after brushing the salt off his face and hair.

The look in his eyes was full of both sadness and relief. "Y/N, sweetheart," Dean said quietly. "It's me."

Your eyes started watering but you forced the tears to stay in. "No," you breathed out and turned away from him, starting to pace back and forth, holding your head with your hands. Panic started to grow inside you. "No, no, no. I'm going crazy. I'm hallucinating, it's not real, not real."

Sam walked towards you and laid his hands on your shoulders, making you to look him into his eyes. "Y/N, listen," Sam said calmly and spoke his words slowly, making sure you understood everything through the pounding in your head. "He's not a demon or anything else than our Dean. We don't know how, but he got back."

You only looked at Sam for a moment like he had gone crazy. Dean was dead. He wasn't just casually standing in your kitchen after the past four months of being gone.

"It's not a trick, i promise," Sam assured you, squeezing your shoulder.

You slowly turned your head towards Dean, who had kept his eyes on you the entire time. All he wanted to do right now was to grab you in his arms and squeeze your body so hard that your bodies would merge into one. When you made eye contact with him, his eyes started to tear up too.

You fully burst out crying and let the tears flow freely down your cheeks. Dean walked towards you and finally wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into the tightest hug he had ever given to you.

"I missed you so much," you cried, clinging on his leather jacket with your fists, afraid that he really was just an illusion and would vanish away from you any second now. That this was all a dream and you'd wake up to the cruel and cold reality where he didn't exist anymore.

"I missed you too, love," Dean whispered, breath hot against your hair.

"You're real," you sighed, still trying to convince yourself that it was all real, taking the familiar smell of him into your nose.

"I'm real, sweetheart," Dean confirmed.

"W-what happened?" you asked, pulling away from him to be able to look into his eyes, being completely at loss of words. "How did you... how are you here? You died, Dean."

"I don't know yet," Dean admitted. "I'm trying to figure it out."

You only looked at Dean for a moment, trying to take in the sight in front of you and push it into your head that he really was there.

You cupped his face hard into your hands, squeezing his cheeks as you pulled him into a deep kiss.

"Maybe we should come back another time," Sam quietly mumbled to Bobby, who agreed. Without another word, they left you and Dean alone, slowly closing the front door after them as they returned to their car.

The kiss was everything you had dreamed of ever since you had lost him. You had feared that in time you'd start forgetting how his lips felt like on yours, how his touch felt like when his hands were wandering around your body. Now you wouldn't have to worry about it anymore, having him back – hopefully longer than just for a moment.

As Dean pulled you closer against him by your waist, he felt something different against his stomach. He pulled his head away from yours, breaking the needy kiss and furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?" you asked.

You were wearing a t-shirt, so there was only a thin fabric covering your belly. Dean looked down your body, and it didn't take you more than a few seconds to realize that he had noticed something different about you.

You took a step back away from Dean, covering your stomach with your arms.

"Y/N...?" Dean started, but you didn't answer right away, trying to form the words into something you could physically pronounce.

"I... i'm pregnant," you mumbled, looking away from Dean.

Dean's face fell. Had he heard you correctly? You were pregnant? He kept his gaze on your stomach which you were trying to hide behind your arms. Dean gently wrapped his fingers around your arm, slowly pulling your arms to the side to be able to rest his palm against your stomach.

"There's... a baby in here?" Dean asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"Mhm," you mumbled, feeling anxious.

"When did you find out about it?"

"Just a little after you... you know," you said and shrugged, not able to get the words of ending up in Hell out of your mouth.

"Oh," Dean sighed. He couldn't even imagine what you must have been feeling and going through, having to deal with that alone. To deal with that before having recovered from the loss of him. He, himself, had ended up in literal Hell, but he cared much more about your feelings, your sadness, than his own sufferings. You were his priority and would always stay as one.

Dean tried to process the entire thing in his head for a moment. This wasn't something he had at all expected to hear during this surprise visit of his. You weren't sure what to say either.

"Yes," you confirmed. Your cheeks were wet from tears and more was still coming, but now you managed to let out a laugh, which made Dean smile. The sad tears were slowly turning into happy tears.

"So, i... i'll be a dad?" Dean asked, not believing the words to be true.

Him? ...a dad?

He had been through misery and torture in their all forms for several decades, which for you was only four months. After all that suffering, he could simply come back home to you and find out that you were expecting a baby? His child? That was too good to be true. Dean felt like he didn't deserve such thing, especially after everything he had done to those poor souls in Hell.

Dean was able to come back to a woman who he loved and who loved him with all her heart. A woman who he could build a family with during these dark times.

"I love you," Dean said, holding your tear stained face in his warm hands.

All he wanted to do tonight was to hold you. The dinner on the table was starting to turn cold but you sensed that Sam and Bobby hadn't actually come here for a dinner, not as their main intention at least.

"I love you too," you said, the tip of your nose touching his. "But don't you dare to ever sell your soul to a devil anymore. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Dean smiled and planted a kiss on your forehead, pressing your head against the crook of his neck and brushed his fingers softly through your hair.

Dean was terrified, of course he was. Even though you and the pregnancy made him the happiest man alive, he was scared. Scared of a demon or other monster coming for you and ripping the happiness away from him. He didn't trust to keep good things in his life.

You were the light in his darkness, and he was going to do everything he could to keep you safe. To keep all three of you safe so Dean could provide you a life you deserved.

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[lokisprettygirl]

Fix You Fix me (Bill Skarsgård! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Au)

Read chapter 4 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 5

Summary : How long will you be able to keep the truth away from Eric? Eric stumbles upon something.

Warning: Fat shaming, body shaming, manipulation, reader lacks bit of a spine, emotional abuse, reader's weight will be mentioned because the fic demands it

Oh god. You couldn't even run even if you wanted to.

Your heartbeat sped as she suddenly got up, taking long strides towards you. The moment she was in your vicinity she gave you a big warm hug as if you both were best friends, you were slightly weirded out by the gesture especially when yesterday she was sending death glare your way for spilling the coffee on her.

“Heyyy y/n ..good to see you here..what are you doing here?” She asked, smiling from ear to ear, her white teeth sparkling, looking at you as if she was surprised that you could afford to be at a place like this. Well you couldn't but that wasn't the point.

“Ummm I'm here with my boyfriend…what are you uhhh doing here?”

The smile on her face was constant, she was definitely overcompensating because you had caught her sucking another man's face.

“Ohh just hanging out with friends” she answered so you hummed in response, you briefly glanced at the unknown man she was kissing just now. Friends? As in plural? No it was just one friend, one man, one whore kissing another man's girlfriend. “Look y/n..girl to girl.. since we are friends now. It's not what it looks like so don't say anything about this to Eric..”

She said to you so you crossed your arms. Girl to girl ? Friends? Sure you had known both of them for barely ten days but your loyalty lied more towards him.

“But you were kissing him” you mumbled sharply, surprised by the firmness in your voice. Why did it bother you that Eric was being cheated on? This was none of your business but it still bothered you a lot.

Maybe it was because underneath all that broodiness he really seemed like a decent guy.

“Yeah so? It's normal in our industry” she answered.

Shameless. Utterly shameless.

Was she really trying to gaslight you?

“Umm I don't think it is” You said to her, making her jaw clench in frustration.

The only reason she came here was because she wanted to stay incognito, it was an exclusive restaurant and only high profile people managed to get in.

She rolled her eyes, finally dropping her act.

“Look, just don't say anything to Eric. I'm not going to lose anything because he loves me and he's not going to believe a random client's words over his girlfriend.. Jesus, I thought we were becoming friends..can't you keep a secret for me?” She asked you, acting as if you were in the wrong that you caught her cheating.

“But if he loves you, why are you kissing other men?” You asked again, wanting to know why she would cheat on Eric. Ofcourse you didn't know him personally, but he was a handsome man and he was always nice to her.

“Look.. that guy over there" She paused as she gestured towards the whore friend of hers “He's a very influential man and he fancies me. I love Eric..i really do but you have no idea what he's like..all he cares about is his gym, his competition and his disab--” she caught her lips before she'd make this worse.

“You know he never takes me out on a date? It's me who has to initiate it.. and even then i have to drag him.. and it's not even fun because he refuses to eat anything that's not boiled chicken and other bland crap he is into..the only thing he truly loves is his body and that gym”

That was still not an excuse to cheat on anyone though. So What if he was passionate about his career and had dreams? Why dont she just break up with him if he wasn't a good boyfriend?

You were going to respond but then Jake approached you both.

“Where have you been?” He asked you before his eyes met with Regina so she gave him a smile.

“You must be the boyfriend..hii..I'm Regina” she brought her hand forward, smiling again from ear to ear, so Jake took her hand on his own and then much to your shock he bent down and kissed the back of her hand. The last time he did that with you was the day he had asked you out.

“Heard a lot of you..I'm Jake Smith..I'm a neurosurgeon” she let out a loud gasp as he said that.

“Oh my god you must be like a genius or something..lucky you y/n” she said to him. Now usually you fumed with jealousy when women who were prettier and hotter than you flirted with him but at the moment Eric being cheated on was the only thing that occupied your thoughts.

The worst part was that she seemed to have no remorse for it, she was instead justifying her actions. Maybe this wasn't her first time.

“Anyways..gotta go guys, hopefully we run into each other again Mr. Smith” she said to him before she pulled you in for a hug again.

“If you want to keep coming to the gym, just don't say anything alright” she whispered in your ear before she gave you a flying kiss.

Was she really threatening you when you had the upper hand in this situation?

Her heels clicked on the fancy marbled floor, you saw as she grabbed her homewrecking interloper's arm and they walked out of the restaurant.

“You see, you should dress up more like her..so classy” You heard Jake's voice so you looked at him briefly in disbelief “Don't worry I'll change your wardrobe..you're so hopeless.. it's cute” he said as he kissed your temple. The insult now sweetened by the affection.

*****

The following day at the gym you couldn't really concentrate on the workout even though Eric was shouting instructions at you. You kept thinking about Regina and her sidepiece.

“Y/N, focus. You’re going to hurt yourself”

You blinked, realizing your grip on the barbell was loose, your form was all wrong.

“Sorry” you muttered, avoiding his eyes.

Eric didn’t say anything for a moment but as you were resting between the set he finally spoke.

“You’re distracted” he said to you as he moved to the barbell to add a small plate on each side.

“Just…a lot on my mind” you said to him so he nodded.

“Want to talk about it?”

Yes. The word was right there on your tongue. But the memory of Regina’s hissed warning rang in your ears. Would he even believe you?

“It’s nothing important”

Eric didn’t press you any further, he wasn't your friend afterall, he just gave a tight nod and went back to guiding you. “Alright. One more set. Focus. Don’t waste your own time”

You tried. You really did. But every time you looked at him, all you could think about was how unaware he seemed. It made your chest ache in a way you weren't expecting.

How would he react when he finds out? You really needed to do something about it, you just didn't know what.

After another set, you grabbed your water bottle and sat down at one of the benches as Eric set up the barbell for another exercise.

“Ummm that day at the restaurant..those guys asked about the prep..what are you prepping for?’

He was unloading plates from the barbell, his arm muscles flexing with every move, he turned his head to look at you, a little surprised by the question.

“A show” he said simply “National physique championship. It's at the end of next month.” your brows crinkled with curiosity as he said that.

“Like… a bodybuilding competition?”

He gave a faint nod, glancing down as he adjusted the screws on the rod.

“Like that..but it's completely natural..so no drug enhancer and steroids” he answered nonchalantly.

“Mmm good I heard those things are bad for you”

“They are”

“Is this your first time?” you asked another question, he didn't know how to feel about this. He wasn't used to talking about himself. There was only one person who took that sort of interest in his life.

“Yeah… I mean, I’ve done a few things here and there but nothing on this level” Eric said, his voice quieter now, more focused “Nationals are... different. Bigger stakes. Tougher competitions. A lot of guys train years just to qualify..and the winning amount.. well it will change my life”

You watched the way his brows furrowed slightly, how serious he seemed about it. He wasn’t just some gym bro showing off for Instagram, this really mattered to him. It made your chest twist again. How could Regina not see this? The way she phrased it last night was as if he was a musclehead neglecting boyfriend who didn't care about her when he was just focused on a goal he had to achieve.

“Well I can't imagine you not qualifying.. you're the most disciplined person i have ever seen” his eyes met with yours, he almost smiled. Almost.

“Okay enough about me. Come back now..you don't pay me to talk about me” he said to you but it was well intended, you groaned but eventually complied.

Later that day after work when you reached home, you still felt guilty, what's the worst that could happen if you tell him the truth? But after what he told you, you couldn't tell him, right? It wasn't just about you losing him as a trainer and losing the gym membership, now that you knew he was preparing for a competition, you couldn't help but fear that this will distract him.

After showering and eating as you laid down in bed, you opened Regina's profile, she had put up a few stories so you opened it,

“Hey guys..get ready with me while I tell you about how this gorgeous set from gymshark was ruined by a jealous woman”

She said and then a picture popped on the screen, the purple jacket, the same jacket she had worn the day you spilled coffee on her.

“Bitccchhh” you gasped out loud as she narrated the whole story and made it seem like you had run purposefully into her. Luckily for you she didn't take any names or you'd have been getting death threats in your dm right about now from her ass kissers.

Everything was clicks and stories with her wasn't it? Did she even care about Eric? It was funny how your view of her had changed so drastically in the past few days. You almost used to idolize her life, now you knew it was all fake.

For a week you sat with the secret but everytime you saw a post where she was flaunting him shamelessly the guilt intensified. But you didn't know how to go about it either.

You had just returned from the evening gym session. Jake was home and the moment you got out of the shower he pulled you in the bed with him.

As he took your top off he looked down at you.

“Don't look like you have been losing anything yet honeybear”

He said with a chuckle as he pinched your stomach between his fingers or more like the fat.

You swatted at his chest, feeling self conscious all of a sudden, there was a smile on his face but his words made your stomach twist a little. You had been trying. Harder than ever, actually. Eating cleaner, cutting back on takeout, dragging yourself to the gym even when every bone ached. But Jake’s words landed wrong—less teasing, more insulting.

“It's been like two weeks” you defended yourself so he chuckled.

“Just saying..if you don't make progress in the next month we will change the trainer..god knows if he's even qualified”

“Ummm he's good actually.. people see results eventually”

He rolled his eyes before he bent down and began kissing you, that's when you felt the familiar churn in your stomach.

“Ummm Jake I think I just got my period” you said as you placed your hands on his chest to pull him away.

“It's okay..you know I don't care-” he whispered in your ear.

“No my stomach hurts.. and it will get worse if I don't take the pill..” he let out a groan of disappointment before he got off you.

“Just great.”

You heard him murmuring as you almost ran into the bathroom to take care of the situation, as you opened the medicine cabinet, you realised you had run out of the medicine.

“Jakey…can you get me the ibuprofen..it's the only one that works for me” he was relaxing on your bed , his phone in his hand, he didn't even look up as he answered.

“Just take anything..a painkiller is a painkiller.. I'd know better im a doctor” your eyes teared as the pain just went from 3 to 4.

“I don't have anything else .. please just get me some”

“You seriously don't have any other painkillers in that cabinet? What the hell do you even keep in there then?”

He got up and put his shirt on, begrudgingly he agreed to go out. You felt bad as he never really got much free time, you wouldn't have asked if it wasn't an emergency.

Your stomach churned again, painfully.

You sat down on the bed and grabbed your phone to text Eric. You didn't think you'd be able to go to the gym tomorrow morning.

You : Won't be able to come tomorrow ..i have cramps :(

You pressed the send button. He responded almost immediately.

Eric : Where?

Men right?

You : ummm period cramps

You texted again.

Eric : ohh

Eric: Rest tomorrow then. Feel better soon.

You : Thank you :)

.....

As half an hour passed, you texted Jake to ask if he was close, you felt as if you'd die, he should have been back by now, he then responded a minute later.

Jake : Got paged, emergency at the hospital..wait it out, it's just cramps..you'll be fine

Your eyes teared up, you knew how important his job was to him but it would have barely taken ten minutes to just drop off the medicine and then leave. But maybe it was a life or death situation and he had to leave immediately.

A minute later the buzzer went off so you got out of the bed and moved to the living room to speak through the intercom

“Hello? Who's there?”

You asked but no response came, maybe someone has pressed it by mistake. You sighed knowing that you'd have to go get it yourself. You pulled on a comfy pajama before taking the elevator below

But when you made it downstairs and opened the front door you saw something on the stoop.

A small paper bag placed neatly outside the door, the kind you’d get from the pharmacy.

You bent down slowly, picked it up, and looked inside.

Ibuprofen.

There was also a note inside the bag.

“For your cramps”

The handwriting didn't match Jake, especially the way the r letter was written, there was a double swirl at the each end of the r, every r was written in the same manner which was unique.

You felt as if you had seen it somewhere, maybe he got his assistant Shane to do it for him.

You smiled as you quickly turned around and went up to your apartment. You couldn't wait a minute longer, the cramp was only getting worse.

Ten minutes later when the medicine finally kicked in you picked up your phone and texted Jake. He was getting late but he made sure the medicine reached you.. Why didn't he just tell you?

You : Thanks :) love you

Jake : Huh?

He responded.

You : For this

You sent him the picture of the pharmacy bag along with the text

Jake : So you found it? Happy now? :)

You : Very sneaky. Why didn't you just tell me?

You asked him but he didn't respond. You figured he got busy with the surgery.

************

Later that night you were relaxing, you had taken a day off from work too tomorrow so you were pretty excited about the off day. Maybe you'd even make it to the gym in the evening.

You had started to enjoy lifting weights and working up a sweat. As you were mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, a text from Eric popped up.

Eric : Uhhh warm bath helps with the cramps

You couldn't help but smile as you typed your response.

You : Thank you. I actually do feel better now. Don't kill me..i know it's not good and all but I took a painkiller..my cramps get really bad.

You responded.

Eric : It's okay. Would rather not have you in pain if it's not from working out.

You sent a laughing emoji before you typed again.

You : Thank you for checking in :) I might come in the evening

Eric : Rest if you need to. You don't have to push so hard. You're doing good already y/n and I don't say that very often so I mean it.

You sat up as you read the message. He was kind of sweet when he wanted to be. And that made you feel guilty again. He didn't even know he was being cheated on.

You : Okay but I can come if I want to?

Eric : Of Course. You can do whatever you want

********

Next day In the evening you walked towards the gym. When you entered, Chance greeted you..

“He's not here today. Did you have a session scheduled?” He asked so you shook your head as you made an entry in the register.

“No I just wanted to do something light..I'll just use the treadmill and stretch” he smiled as you said that “Ummm is Regina here?” you asked him so he sighed.

“No ..thank god” he rolled his eyes.

“Why did you say it like that?” you chuckled.

“Well what can I say? She doesn't deserve him” he mumbled, his tone was one of frustration.

Why did he say that? Did he know something too?

“Why would you say that?” you asked him but then the phone rang so he excused himself. You didn't want to stand there and appear overly curious about the situation so you stepped inside the gym area.

The gym was quieter than usual and you were glad Regina wasn't around either. You finished your forty five minutes walk on the treadmill and then did some basic stretches Eric had been making you do everyday. Once you finished you grabbed your bag and water bottle to head toward the reception area.

But then you paused mid-step as you stared at the whiteboard.

It’s where Eric usually wrote down the workout schedule, mostly his own. You never paid much attention to it but something caught your eyes tonight.

The list was scrawled in thick black marker, sets, reps, the usual but your eyes were stuck on one letter.

The R.

Your breath caught as you made the connection. It couldn't have been a coincidence.

You had never seen anyone writing their R’s in that manner and without fail each time there were two swirls at the bottom just like the note that was in the pharmacy bag..

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Last Night

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After reading your last message Eric put his phone back inside the pocket of his hoodie. The fluorescent lights of the pharmacy flickered faintly above as he stood in the long line. Last week the woman behind the counter had promised a restock of the specific prescription he’d been hunting for days. He had no choice but to get it today before it would get out of stock again.

He shifted his weight, checked his phone again. No new messages from you. 

The chime above the pharmacy door jingled. Eric glanced over his shoulder, his gaze lingering on the man who walked in before he turned his eyes forward again.

He recognised the man really well. He never really forgot a face. It was him.

“Fuck you won't believe the long line here” the man said on the phone to someone “No the other one was closed actually” he sighed. Eric couldn't help but pay attention to the conversation.

“What can I say, she's such a klutz, she expects me to run out in the middle of the night because her stomach hurts. Jesus..I get one day every two weeks and this is how I get to spend it”

Eric turned his head slightly, expression unreadable as always.

His gaze stayed low, but sharp, as the man paced the aisle behind him, still on the call. 

“I swear, man, the things I put up with. She doesn't even do anything all day. Just lying around after her lazy job is done with. And now she wants Ibuprofen specifically. Can’t even take a goddamn aspirin”

Eric’s jaw flexed. It was anger. The way he spoke of you, he recognised that tone really well. Was this how he treated you? Did you know how he spoke of you behind your back? Or How he portrayed you in front of his friends?

Is he the reason you seemed so desperate that night to lose weight? The reason you reduced to tears?

 “Wait, hold on—Dr. Harris is scrubbing in on the Morris case? At our hospital?”

There was a pause, then a change in his tone. "Fuck no ofcourse I'm coming. I can’t miss that..it has been a dream of mine to watch him operate” he paused as the person on the other side spoke. “Nah, she’ll be fine. It's just a period. I’ll just tell her I was paged”

Eric watched as Jake turned on his heel and walked out. Without getting the medicine you had probably asked for. The door swung shut behind him.

Eric stood in line for several minutes, appalled and disgusted. He could’ve easily picked up the medicine and been on his way, it wasn’t like he was the one performing the surgery. And he knew enough about surgeries to know they took hours. Ten minutes wouldn’t have made a difference, especially not when his girlfriend was at home, in pain, waiting for him to come back to her.

As the line cleared in front of him Eric stepped up to the counter and passed his prescription slip.

“Anything else?” the pharmacist asked, bagging up the items he’d come in for.

He glanced over at the shelf nearby, eyes scanning quickly before he found what he was looking for. 

“Can I get a sticky note please?”

He asked the woman so she nodded and offered him the note and the pen,he quickly scribbled down the words and put the note inside the bag.

“For your Cramps”

He already knew where you lived, but not your exact apartment number. On the way over, he called Chance to see if you'd listed it on the registration form and luckily, you had.

He set the bag down on the stoop before pressing the buzzer, hoping you’d find it. The idea of you being in pain bothered him more than he'd like to admit.

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Around 9 at night the next day, he was walking back home after closing the gym when he saw something that made him stop in his track.

It was your boyfriend again. Arm in arm with a woman that wasn't you.

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SO STAY HERE WITH ME! ／ ...YOU REALLY ARE... ANNOYING. *️ stop fussing over everything i do. *️ i always... end up making you hate me, don't i? ( or; in another universe, things didn't work out. )

CW: 1.1K words, grammatically incorrect (?), angst, slight hurt/no comfort (???), fluff, gender not specified! reader, heavily inspired from the og scene | UCHIHA SASUKE! itoshi rin x HARUNO SAKURA! reader | blue lock x naruto

IT was late into the evening, but there you were, standing just a few feet away from RIN with an expression of utter disbelief. "Why are you hanging around in a place like this in the middle of the night?" He speaks, as if he had nothing to hide, yet you knew better.

HE'S right. Why were you standing at the pathway that leads to the exit of the village gates? You weren't sure until now. Better yet, why was he passing by this way? He knows you're not dense. You can clearly see him sporting a bag meant for long trips outside the village, perhaps the one for prolonged, higher ranked missions that rarely come by your team's way. It's just as you feared.

RIN ITOSHI's leaving the village.

"It's because you use this path to leave the village. I always..." You finally speak, tone solemn and almost wavering before you were cut off.

"Go home and sleep." The boy interjects, response as if he were commanding you rather than the usual nonchalance that you and Naruto hear.

Much to his dismay, you pushed forward with your questions, like you didn't already have a hunch about the answers. At this point, tears were spilling down the apples of your cheeks, dripping down onto the stone-patterned pavement.

"I'm telling you to keep your nose out of my business. Stop fussing over everything I do." His words came out cold, harsh and a clean jab to the stomach. Whatever part of you that still held on to the hope of this exchange being some elaborate sick joke, crumbled into nothingness.

"I always... end up making you hate me, don't I?" Is all you could respond with, because in the span of what was Team 7, from the day it was formed and up until now, you depended on Naruto, Rin, and Kakashi-sensei for your troubles. You held no water to the likes of them. You were, and still are, weak. The only time you managed to fight was to defend Naruto and RIN from the Sound shinobi during the Chunin exams, but that was barely a contribution. The summary of what you did in your official ninja career was whine about Rin, scold and/or occasionally banter with Naruto, and cry for help.

Your mind goes back to the times before now, where you all enjoyed yourselves, where ramen runs were so common because Naruto couldn't have a day without it. You missed all of it dearly, and your current speech about it seems to reflect among those times, then about how you understood very well what RIN's clan meant to him, expressing your sorrow and a means to work it out in a way that doesn't involve him joining Orochimaru and becoming a rogue. Maybe that was a last resort to convince him to stay? Who knows, the words coming out of your mouth is like something you can't control.

RIN speaks his peace anyway, rejecting any of your pleas. In the end, he's decided on revenge against his older brother SAE, the very man that put their clan into their graves. That was his reason for living. He's forged a path of darkness, one you can't ever comprehend in his eyes. Konoha is only holding him back, and he's already ruled out the rest of his shitty options.

Your pleas begin to fall on deaf ears, sputtering about solitude and just truly desperate.

"I love you, so very, very much! ...I'll do anything for you, RIN! So I'm begging you, please stay here! I'll even help with your revenge! I'll make it happen somehow, I promise! ...So stay here with me!" Your voice is raspy and weak in your confession, tears falling faster that before. You're breaking down, composure shattering along with your resolve, and RIN almost wavers in his previous judgement. "If that doesn't work for you, then take me with you!" You don't even speak afterwards, only sobs escaping your lips with your hands curled up into fists by your sides. But he can't be dragged down by the likes of you, Naruto, or even Kakashi.

"You really are... annoying, lukewarm." Those were his words following yours, as he starts to walk away, steps furthering into the path ahead of him, not sparing you a single glance.

"Don't go!" The phrase leaves your lips before you can even think. "If you go, I'll scream and—" Once again, you're interrupted. This time, it's not with RIN cutting you off with a retort, no. He quickly flits behind you without giving you time to react, muttering "Thank you, (NAME)." before knocking you out with a delicate precision. He places you onto the stone bench before taking his first steps into a new part of his life, leaving the village.

The night may have ended for you with such short notice, but for RIN, it continues. He meets up with the Sound 5, traveling with them into the night to Orochimaru's hideout. It may take a day or more to get there, he's not sure.

So when the group accompanying him stops in the middle of a dense forest a good distance away from Konoha, he finally falls into rest, letting his weary eyes close. He's got a long way ahead of him.

The moment RIN opens his eyes, though, he's met with a TV screen playing one of the later episodes of the 'Sasuke Retrieval' Arc on Netflix. A weight on him takes his attention.

It's you, quietly sleeping against his chest, curled up like you're shivering from the cold. You looked so peaceful, clinging onto him for warmth. A dream. Right, whatever he just experienced... it felt like a really odd dream. Maybe the Naruto marathon you suggested is getting to his head.

With a sigh, he glances at you for a moment before reaching for a blanket lazily hung over the couch's armrest on his side, pulling it into his grasp and drapes it over you with one hand, the other pulling you closer to him. It wasn't like him to sleep on the couch, but who was he to disturb you? He likes you close to him, as much as he refuses to admit it.

After settling you into a more comfortable state, he picks up the TV remote, logging out of Netflix and turning the TV off. 'We can watch the episodes we slept on another day', he thinks to himself.

Getting into a favorable position, his eyes droop with drowsiness, falling back into sleep. The last thing he thinks of before drifting off, is the hopes that you and him don't end up like Sasuke and Sakura (as far as he currently knows, they're on rocky terms). Sasuke is lukewarm anyway.

notes! ahhh oh my gosh it's finished! this was based on this post i made and honestly a reach but i love thinking about rin & sae as sasuke & itachi... the vision is there if you squint... also i lowkey felt lazy so a lot of the dialogue is literally like. copied off the original scene but i couldn't think much of a way to twist it up so!!! forgive a girl <//3 anyways kinda proud of this kinda not, there's a 20% chance i'll do more rin & reader as sasusaku or naruto & blue lock x reader crossovers... who knows!!

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