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obsessivevoidkitten · 11 days ago

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It Was in the Cards

Male Moth Hybrid Yandere x Male Moth Hybrid Reader CW: Noncon, gaslighting, drunkenness, drunk sex, brief mention of pheromones, general yandere behavior, fortune telling Word Count: 1.3k (Commission for @mothmaniacs featuring their OC Liu.)

Sweat dripped from Liu's brow as he belted out the lyrics to his band's new rock song. Shaggy brown hair thrashing as he banged his head. The band, Death's Wing Moth, was performing in a bar on campus. All the members were students and they had become quite popular locally. Especially among other students.

Liu was great on stage. A handsome moth hybrid with a lot of energy during performances but otherwise had a very nonchalant public persona. The very image of cool.

Of course, he was a heartthrob.

You were in the small crowd, clapping and cheering as he finished his performance. But you were more than a fan. You were his close friend, another moth hybrid student. Many eyes were jealous of you when you left the building with Liu.

Liu loved seeing you in the crowd. He played it cool in public, but he had a pretty big crush on you. Each time he saw you cheering for him, he felt like maybe it was proof that you liked him back.

That wasn't really the case, though. You just viewed him as a great friend. He was too shy around you to outright ask you, so as long as he still had at least a bit of doubt that you liked him, you were safe.

But things rarely remain so simple. And this instance was no exception.

He began to get very into divination. Crystal balls, reading tea leaves, a bit of palm reading. But, most of all, tarot cards. Part of his newfound interest in such things came from the fact that he had seen a fortune telling book on your shelf.

“You’re into this stuff?” He had asked as he flipped through the pages.

“Yeah, I just think it’s all so interesting!

Now, you weren’t serious into that stuff. Didn’t really believe in it. But you were pretty knowledgeable on the subject and Liu saw sharing a new interest as a great way to bond with you.

He got way more into it than you though, and when he asked you to tell his fortune via the tarot cards he always carried on him he put a lot of stock in it. And when the cards hinted at romance and friendship in his future he took your responses as flirting with him. Something about the way you told him about the cards.

“Y-you like me don’t you?” He twiddled his thumbs nervously as he asked you, no trace of his cool guy persona.

“Well… as a friend…”

He was dejected, but didn’t press the issue. He knew you liked him, all the hints proved it. But maybe he had just come on too strong. You just needed more time to consciously accept your feelings, that was all. Yeah, he was sure you’d be his eventually. The cards said so!

And when you were ready, he’d be waiting right there for you.

As the weeks passed however he came to realize that waiting was really difficult. Didn’t you realize yet how much you liked him and how much love he had to give you? He quickly grew more more desperate.

Things came to a head when he was throwing a party at the frat house he was a part of. Of course he had invited you. It wasn’t premeditated but he ended up pretty tipsy, with you getting flat out drunk. He blushed as he stared at you. So out of it. You clearly couldn’t hold your liquor, he was sure you’d had a bit less than him. Either way, he found it exceedingly cute.

When he had the opportunity his liquid courage convinced him that it was a good time to get you alone and revisit the topic of a relationship.

Liu approached you in the hall. You smiled at him before he suddenly grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into his room.

"We need to talk," he said seriously as he locked the door behind the two of you.

Being relocated so quickly while drunk had you a bit disoriented. You slumped down on the bed and looked up at him, dazed.

"What did we need to talk abou-" you started until interrupted by a hiccup.

You were about to reopen the topic of dating but seeing you all cute and confused, looking up at him helplessly... you probably weren't in the right mind for a conversation... and he was tipsy himself...

So he kissed you deeply instead. And when you melted into it, his heart fluttered.

When he pulled away, you looked so peaceful and innocent. You reached up and patted his head before gently petting his antenna.

"So sofffft."

A fellow moth should know all about touching another's antenna. It went right to his cock. Even if you were a bit intoxicated, it wasn't something you just forgot. He didn't stop you, though.

Liu kissed you again, lips crashing into yours before his tongue slipped into you. Taking your touch as proof that deep down you wanted this.

Your wings twitched as he carefully disrobed you.

The other moth took his own clothes off before getting on top of you, pinning your wrists to the bed.

His antenna bristled against yours, giving you a full does of his aroused pheromones and getting some of yours back as well. Irrefutable proof! He knew you liked him!

He momentarily unpinned you so that he could grab a bottle of lube from his night stand. He was so close to being inside you, he had jerked off to the fantasy several times.

Liu carefully applied it to your hole, massaging it in with then two then three fingers. You twitched and whimpered so needily beneath him.

"You need it bad, huh?"

He lined up his cock with your hole and sank himself in your warmth, savoring every second of the sensation. The smooth descent into his darling.

Liu went back to pinning your arms, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

With every thrust of his cock another wave of pleasure smashed into you like a tidal wave threatening to capsize you. He wasn't going hard at all, but you fit around his dick like a glove, and every movement from him reverberated inside you.

Every forward motion kissed that special place inside you.

He was sure you'd be the first to cum but then you were moaning his name.

"Oh, Liu~"

Hearing that, seeing your pleasured face under him, he just couldn't hold out that long.

Liu filled you with rope after rope of hot sticky cum. The throbbing of his cock quickly sending you over the edge, your cum getting on both of your bellies.

You were totally fucked out. A sweaty drooling mess that passed out quickly.

So precious.

Liu couldn't resist making love to you again as you slept.

The moth cleaned you up just a bit with some loose laundry, but his body demanded he go to sleep as well. He put his arms around you and held you close.

When you woke up, you were naked in a bed that wasn't yours, wrapped in the iron clad grip of Liu. Who was equally naked. Your head throbbed. You felt something slimy leaking from your ass. You couldn't remember exactly what happened, but your mind could fill in the blanks.

When Liu woke up, he explained everything that he remembered.

You had come on to him. Even going so far as to stroking his antenna. And then your aroused pheromones. Before he knew it, the two of you were making love! He seemed pretty ecstatic that you returned his feelings after all.

You supposed it had to be true if you went so far. You didn't want to hurt Liu, and he was really sweet to you.

As he kissed your cheek tenderly you figured there were definitely worse guys to date.

#yandere terato #yandere teratophilia #yandere x reader #monster boyfriend #monster reader #yandere boyfriend #male reader #yandere scenarios #not my oc

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toruforuu · 1 month ago

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ch.1 dusk of intrigues

slytherin!gojo who comes from one of the most eligible families of the wizard world. not for a flattering reason, their respect is earned by their old fashioned and brutal ways (and their never ending fortune). each member of his family inheriting the striking features which make up a Gojo. piercing blue eyes and pale white hair, the same shade as crestfallen snow

slytherin!gojo who was raised to take up after his family’s views and mostly their noble legacy, forcing him to take up after their morals which include a disgust towards the mixing of wizards and non wizards together. unacceptable

slytherin!gojo who recognised you during the ride to Hogwarts in your first year. you two never spoke before, however, he recalled seeing you and your mother in the newspapers a couple of times since she worked for the ministry. what also didn’t escape his clever mind was the fact your mother married a muggleborn. which makes you a mere half-blood, yet he was still intrigued by your alluring presence

slytherin!gojo who watched the sorting head yell out “ravenclaw” nearly instantly after it was placed on your head from the slytherin table. a twitch of something, perhaps disappointment, running through him

slytherin!gojo who was surprised at your lack of respect towards him and the other pure-bloods sharing his house, when you two interacted for the first time. you had the courage to call him out for bullying another first year who happened to be muggleborn

slytherin!gojo who took it as his utter goal in life to make yours a living hell for defying him. since no one else before you did. he got everything served on a silver platter, so why were you being such a brat?

slytherin!gojo who made sure to make fun of you with his friends every chance he got. throwing curled up papers at you in class, earning you detention at least once a week. by the end of the first year, nearly the whole house of slytherin knew to join on his remarks thrown in your way

slytherin!gojo who noticed throughout the second year the best way to get under your skin was through academics. he guessed you would be clever, given your house. so he spent extra hours studying potions just so he could end up with the highest score in the whole year. he took pleasure in seeing how worked up you got over earning a second place

slytherin!gojo who picked up quidditch during the first half of your third year. immediately earning himself a place in the team as the fastest chaser. living up the legacy of his father

slytherin!gojo who once passed your grade in history of magic (your favourite subject), smirking so smugly at you in the hallway. in the great hall during lunch. perhaps if he had known how much it hurt you, he would’ve stopped

slytherin!gojo who enjoyed playing quidditch even more when you were accepted into the ravenclaw team as a seeker. your positions were never really made up to interact, yet he always managed to annoy you. even in the air

slytherin!gojo who went to each game the ravenclaw team played, regardless if he was on the field or in the audience. simply to observe your team’s tactics. of course so he could rub it in your face when his team won over yours

slytherin!gojo who was very popular amongst the houses, especially with the girls. it was no doubt he was gorgeous. porcelain skin. daring celestial eyes. white locks. if only his attitude had been better, maybe then you would bring yourself to admit you found him charming too

slytherin!gojo who became a captain of the slytherin team not even a year after being accepted into the team, earning himself even higher popularity rank. as if he already wasn’t at the top

slytherin!gojo who noticed his eyes lingering on you and unbeknownst to him, he was thinking of you more than he wasn’t. and he did become aware, he left it unlabelled. burying any suspicious accusations

slytherin!gojo who once saw you in the muggle world. he didn’t stop by the muggle world often, only when necessary so it took him a by surprise to see you walking down the street with your dad whom he never seen. looking so casual, wearing the muggle clothes and all sorts of their dumb accessories. you were a part of their world too after all, he had to remind himself

slytherin!gojo who ended up kissing different girls at each party in slytherin’s common room, washing out the thoughts of you

slytherin!gojo who stopped trying to beat you in getting better grades over the time when he realised how much of a tool it took on you. depriving his high rank a little for you

slytherin!gojo whose heart stopped in its tracks when he layed his eyes on you as you were walking into the great hall with a gryffindor guy, his arm interlocked with yours

slytherin!gojo who started flirting with your friend just to get a rise out of you, to get back at you for dating that bloody gryffindor

slytherin!gojo who loathed every single second of yule ball. watching you dance the night away with the same pretentious gryffindor quidditch beater. his gaze so firm on you, on your stupid dress and all the muggle trinkets you wore along. his date got all fussy and left

slytherin!gojo who stumbled upon you sobbing your heart out in the astronomy tower. he debated whether to console you or leave you alone. he didn’t interfere and later that day he found out your gryffindor guy broke your heart

slytherin!gojo who sits in the great hall, his eyes focused on the gryffindor jerk who broke your heart with a smirk tugging at his lips. the guy’s face bruised badly from yesterday’s quidditch game. gryffindor lost to slytherin without a doubt, it wasn’t pretty

slytherin!gojo who almost loses his cool when you get knocked off your broom during one of the games against hufflepuff. you get yourself injured

slytherin!gojo who entered the pub in hogsmeade with his friends, seeing you sipping butterbeer with your peers in the corner. it was right before christmas break, the december air was all chilly and there was something almost magical about the atmosphere. he decided to leave you and your friends alone that day

slytherin!gojo who manages to get a sniff of your perfume by accident when you brush past him. he immediately picks up on the mix of plum and jasmin. never before and never since sensing something like that before. he thinks it must be from the muggle world

slytherin!gojo who once overhears you panicking over a book which is nowhere to be found in the library. a book you so desperately need to finish your transfiguration paper, a book which happens to be collecting dust under his bed. he slips it into your bag during quidditch practice later that day

slytherin!gojo who realised he was in love with you during the summer before your seventh year, the last one. and he can’t believe the time has passed so quickly. he spends the whole summer break thinking about you, reminiscing. never taking confessing his feelings into question or as something worth trying. solely due to his family

slytherin!gojo who is struck by your image when he has no other choice than to sit next to you on the train. you don’t speak on your way to hogwarts. he notices the subtle change in your features though, how your hair hangs a bit shorter now. the way you grew into someone who is able to take his breath away (you always managed to do that). hell he even takes notice of those absurd pins with some muggle lyrics sprawled across them on your bag. and suddenly confessing his feelings doesn’t seem so utterly impossible. at least for a moment

slytherin!gojo who notices you on the edge of the forbidden forest. he watches you out of curiosity. nothing happens for a long time. just when he is about to turn on his heal and walk away, a magical creature appears. allowing you to feed it. your gentle nature almost making him wince

slytherin!gojo who is torn between seeking you out and following the morals set by his family. your presence makes him ache to the point where he ignores you for a few weeks

slytherin!gojo who is back to his old self when your teams clash on the field, brutal as ever. and for the first time you don’t mind it

slytherin!gojo who begins dating the purebloods in his year, hoping his feelings towards you will pass as the end of the first half of the school year is coming closer

slytherin!gojo who notices your group of friends sitting by the great lake on his way to practice. he isn’t blind to how your orbs shine in the golden hour of late autumn, how you throw your head back a little as you laugh at something your friend said

slytherin!gojo whose parents once meet you at the ministry, by the side of your mother, of course. and they immediately recognise you from theirs son’s stories about his time at school. his mother uncomfortably flickering her eyes between you and your mother, sending you disapproving looks. she noticed her son’s sympathies for you long before he did

slytherin!gojo who leaves a neatly wrapped up gift by your room before you leave for christmas break. he went out of his way, buying few more of those pins in the muggle world. learning about the muggle singers for you. but it’s nothing, right?

slytherin!gojo who becomes very unlike himself as the school year nears the very end. he was never the one to be nostalgic, yet now as the end is near, he felt the urge to cherish each passing moment. he despised himself for wasting so much time pestering you without actually taking time to get to know you

slytherin!gojo who regrets never making you his, who regrets following his family morals which were drilled into his head

#jjk #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #hogwarts au #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n

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solelifauna · 6 months ago

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Definitely NOT Invincible (Yandere Invincible & Reader)

(Y/n) Grayson, daughter of one of the greatest heroes, learns just how NOT invincible she is. Thrown back in time after her death, she must warn the Guardians of the Globe of the oncoming slaughter while she also battles her own monsters (both figuratively and literally). However, her father and brother begin to gain interest in her strange behavior, something (y/n) could rather do without.

(Y/n) Grayson, the youngest member of the Grayson family, born to Nolan and Debbie Grayson, with your older brother, Mark, only three years your senior. Life growing up was idyllic in many ways—you had a loving father, mother, and brother who, at least for the first few years of your life, seemed completely normal. But you always knew something was different about your family, especially about your father and brother.

From an early age, you noticed how often your father would leave at odd hours, saying he was "called into work." When Mark turned 10, he and your dad started spending more time together, and they began excluding you from their bonding sessions. You were curious, but it wasn’t until your parents finally sat you down that you learned the truth: your father was Omni-Man, a powerful alien sent to protect Earth, and your brother had just started developing powers like his.

Excited by the revelation, you had a flood of questions—what it felt like to fly, whether you'd get powers, and what space was like. Though your father answered your questions kindly, the growing divide between you and your family was undeniable. Mark, once your geeky, lovable older brother, started to change. By the time you were 12 and he was 15, that change became frightening.

As Mark's powers grew stronger, so did his sense of superiority. He began referring to others as "humans" in a dismissive tone, something that deeply unsettled you. He no longer saw himself as part of the same species, despite being half-human. While he still had moments of warmth and humor with your family, outside of the home, Mark was becoming someone else—cold, calculating, and even cruel.

He rose in popularity at school thanks to his new powers, good looks, and charisma. He became the star athlete, using his power to brutalize opponents on the field, often injuring them far beyond what was acceptable, and then charming others to get out of trouble. One day, he came home covered in blood after beating a kid so badly that the other boy was left mangled and broken. Mark’s behavior was alarming, but what terrified you most was that your father approved of it. Omni-Man encouraged Mark’s aggressive dominance, much to your mother’s distress and your growing fear.

While Mark and your father’s relationship grew stronger, you felt more and more left out. Your own 10th birthday had passed, and your powers had yet to manifest. Nolan began spending less time with you, focusing on Mark's training, leaving you chasing the bond you once had with him. Debbie tried to bridge the gap, but you couldn’t help feeling the loss of both your father’s and brother’s attention.

The real turning point came when you were 12. One day after school, you were hanging out with your friends Hallie, Connor, and Weston in the reclusive meadow near your school. It was a peaceful, secluded spot until you were suddenly attacked by a strange creature—something none of you had ever seen before. It was monstrous, something straight out of the Dungeons & Dragons games you played. You barely managed to kill it, naming it a "Demogorgon" after the game. The four of you hid the body, terrified and confused.

You didn’t know what to tell your parents, but the scratches and bruises covering you were impossible to hide. Your father didn’t have time to deal with what seemed like childish nonsense, and the local law enforcement was baffled by the sudden attacks happening in your area. The creature you killed wasn’t a one-time event; strange attacks began occurring more frequently, leaving the community on edge. Still, your father was too occupied with his work for the government, and Mark was too wrapped up in his own world to help.

As time passed, it became painfully clear that your father was growing distant. You idolized him, but without powers of your own, it seemed like you were losing him. Mark, meanwhile, reveled in his strength, and with your father’s approval, his behavior became more dangerous and reckless. He started using his powers in more violent ways, and the line between heroism and cruelty began to blur for him. You watched your once-loving family dynamic twist into something darker.

Despite this, you chased after them both, desperate to stay close to the people you loved. You begged to join their training sessions, hoping that maybe your powers would eventually show. Yet, with each passing day, you felt the weight of their growing alienation. Mark was becoming someone you barely recognized—a far cry from the nerdy older brother who used to sneak you extra cookies at night and argue about comic book trivia.

Now, you and your friends are facing a looming threat from these mysterious creatures. The attacks are increasing, and no one seems able to stop them—not your father, not Mark, and not the authorities. As the danger mounts, you realize that you and your friends are the only ones who know the truth about the creatures. You’ll have to rely on each other to survive and solve the mystery behind these attacks.

Now at 15, your life had already turned into a living nightmare, but that year? That year, everything truly fell apart. You’d made it to high school, but the past three years had felt like an eternity. Your father was still physically there, but the emotional distance between you two had grown insurmountable. When he did spend time with you, it felt more like an obligation than a genuine connection. You weren’t stupid—you could see it in his eyes. He’d written you off the moment it became clear you didn’t have powers. To him, you were just another weak human, barely worth his time.

Mark wasn’t much better. He oscillated between two extremes: sometimes he was distant, barely acknowledging your existence at home or school. Other times, you’d catch glimpses of your old brother, the one who’d stay up late with you, watching cheesy movies and tucking you in when you fell asleep. Those rare moments of warmth became your lifeline. You clung to them desperately, as if each one could push back the growing darkness in your family.

But then there was the other thing—the real problem. The Demogorgon situation. What had started as a single encounter had become a full-on invasion. No one else seemed capable of dealing with it. Not your dad, not Mark, not the heroes the world adored. So you and your friends had decided to do it yourselves.

At first, it seemed impossible to hide the cuts, bruises, and sprains from fighting the monsters. But with your mom working full time and your father and brother too wrapped up in their own twisted lives to care, no one really noticed. You didn’t blame your mom—she was drowning in her own problems, trying to keep the family together despite everything.

You were fortunate enough to meet Haymitch—a rugged, grizzled man who’d been hunting the creatures for longer than you could imagine. He tried to tell you to back off, to leave it to the adults. But of course, you didn’t listen. You and your friends had been through too much, seen too much. In your stubborn teenage way, you refused to step aside, leaving him no choice but to train you. Over time, he became something of a mentor and a father figure, filling the void that your real father had left behind.

But that year? That year, the world came crashing down.

It started with the Guardians of the Globe. They were the strongest superhero team on the planet, and they were slaughtered—every last one of them. Except for your father. At first, the news rocked the world. Omni-Man was hailed as the tragic survivor, the hero who narrowly escaped death. But you knew better. Something felt wrong about the whole thing. Your gut told you there was more to the story, but you couldn’t imagine the scope of the horror that was to come.

Soon after, the truth emerged.

Your father didn’t come to Earth to protect it—he came to conquer it. And Mark, your once-nerdy, sometimes-kind brother, had fallen right in line with him. Together, they unleashed chaos on the planet. They pillaged cities, tearing through anyone who stood in their way. Mark, now going by the name Invincible, seemed to take after your father in the worst possible ways. The sweet boy who used to protect you from bullies was now a monster, crushing anyone—heroes, civilians, soldiers—who dared oppose him.

The world was plunged into ruin.

You and your friends ran, barely escaping the destruction. You thought maybe your father would have taken you, but no. You weren’t a Viltrumite. You weren’t powerful. You were just… nothing to him. Weak. Disposable. He had already whisked your mom away to a “safe location”—where, you didn’t know—but you were left behind. Haymitch stayed with you, leading your ragtag group as you all tried to survive in a world turned upside down.

You’d never felt so betrayed, so alone.

But even in the wreckage of your life, there was a flicker of hope. You had your friends, and you had Haymitch. And most importantly, you had a burning desire to stop your father and brother. Even if you didn’t have their powers, even if you didn’t have Viltrumite strength, you had something they didn’t—humanity.

And you were going to fight back.

Months passed, and the world’s governments were in tatters. Omni-Man and Invincible’s conquest was nearly complete. Entire cities lay in ruins, and any resistance from the human military or remaining superheroes was swiftly crushed. Yet, even amid the chaos, pockets of resistance formed. Small groups of survivors, including former heroes, started to organize, desperate to reclaim their planet.

You and your friends became part of that underground movement, thanks to Haymitch’s connections. He was no stranger to fighting overwhelming odds, and with his help, you quickly became proficient in guerrilla tactics. You might not have powers, but you had your wits, and you knew how to strike fast and hard, using the terrain and the enemy’s overconfidence against them.

Every day was a struggle, a fight for survival. You missed your mom, wondering if she was safe or if she even knew what was happening. As for your father… well, you weren’t sure what you felt anymore. Love? Hatred? Betrayal? It was all tangled up in a knot too painful to untangle.

And Mark. God, what had happened to him? Was he too far gone, or was there still a part of him that remembered what it meant to be human? The Mark you once knew wouldn’t have done this. But now, the lines were blurred. You didn’t know if he could be saved, or if he was beyond redemption.

The day started out like any other grim scavenging run. You, Hallie, Connor, Weston, and Haymitch had been searching for rations—anything to keep your group alive. The world had become a brutal place, where food and supplies were scarce, and desperation drove people to violence. It was only a matter of time before you crossed paths with another group, and when you did, tension rose immediately.

The air was thick with the potential for bloodshed. Hands hovered near weapons, and the slightest wrong move could trigger a firefight. But as the seconds ticked by, you realized that these weren’t just scavengers—they were survivors, just like you. What’s more, they were part of something bigger. The remnants of humanity’s greatest defenders had gathered in secret, forming a larger resistance led by the surviving heroes who had managed to evade the massacre Omni-Man and Invincible left in their wake.

After a tense exchange, they extended an offer: come with them. They said kids shouldn’t be out here, fighting for their lives like this. It took your group time to weigh the options, but the decision was unanimous—you’d all go. You’d join the resistance and help however you could.

Those weeks spent with the resistance were the best you’d had since the world fell apart. There was food, shelter, and—most importantly—hope. You trained alongside the heroes, working with them to organize missions, raid supply caches, and defend what little remained of civilization. For a while, you dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, you’d have a chance to fight back against the Viltrumite tyrants.

But in the back of your mind, you dreaded the inevitable. Every night, the fear gnawed at you—Omni-Man and Invincible would find this place. They always did. And when they did, there would be no mercy. No escape.

That day came sooner than you expected.

You were talking with another resistance member when the alarms blared. Panic rippled through the compound as the distant sound of gunfire echoed closer and closer. Then, the ground shook beneath your feet as the roof was torn open with monstrous strength. Invincible descended into the fray, a twisted grin plastered on his blood-splattered face. Omni-Man followed, cold and detached as ever, watching the carnage unfold like it was just another day.

The heroes fought valiantly, but one by one, they fell. Invincible tore through them with savage glee, while Omni-Man dealt crushing blows with deadly precision. It was a massacre.

You were frozen in place, too terrified to move, when you heard a booming voice cut through the chaos—your father’s voice. "To the rest of you," he called out over the battle, "you will die today. There’s no point in fighting." His words sent a chill through your bones.

Everything happened so fast. You tried to run, but before you could escape, a powerful hand grabbed the back of your shirt and lifted you effortlessly into the air. The breath was knocked out of your lungs as you were spun around to face the monster holding you.

It was your father. Omni-Man.

Your mind reeled as you looked at his face, stained with blood—an expression of cold indifference as he gazed down at you. You wanted to scream, to beg, to ask him why, but the words wouldn’t come. All you could do was stare at the man who once cradled you in his arms, who used to play tea party with you, who had been your hero.

But now? Now, he barely recognized you as his daughter.

You struggled, kicking and thrashing, but it was useless. His grip was iron. His gaze pierced through you like you were nothing. Then he spoke, his voice calm and emotionless.

"It really is a shame you turned out like this. So weak."

The words hit you harder than any physical blow could. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked into his face, searching for any sign of the man you once loved. But there was nothing.

He tilted his head slightly, almost as if considering his next move. Then, his large hand enveloped your head, cradling it—just like he used to when you were little—before he squeezed.

The pain was blinding. It was as if your skull had exploded under the pressure. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t think. Everything went dark.

You were dead.

Your father killed you.

You didn’t even get to graduate high school. You didn’t get to have your first crush. You were dead.

But then, you started to feel.

You were supposed to be dead. The pain should have been gone. Darkness should have consumed you. But you could feel again.

You violently jerked awake, gasping for air, your heart pounding in your chest like it was about to burst. Your mind scrambled to make sense of what was happening.

You should be dead. Your father crushed your skull.

Your hands frantically touched your face, your head, everything. You were whole. You were alive.

Your heart raced, your breathing ragged as you clutched your chest, desperately trying to calm the frantic beating. You forced yourself to focus, but only one thought kept swirling around in your mind:

‘How the fuck am I still alive?’

Last you remembered, your fathe—Omni-Man—was crushing your skull in, revealing just how much of a useless, weak, waste of Viltrumite DNA he thought you were. Then... nothing.

That’s when you noticed your surroundings.

Wait– this wasn’t the battlefield or a bunker. This was your bedroom. The walls were familiar, decorated with posters of bands you loved when things were still normal. The faded rug beneath your feet had that same worn-out spot where you always paced while talking on the phone with your friends.

But this wasn’t possible. You watched your house get destroyed when Invincible and Omni-Man tore through your neighborhood. You watched it crumble along with everything else. You scrambled to your feet, heart racing again as your mind tried to make sense of it all. That’s when you stopped dead in front of your mirror.

Your reflection stared back at you, wide-eyed and pale, but something was off. Way off. Your scars. The ones you had earned during your time in the resistance, the ones that covered your face, arms, and body from fighting to survive—they were gone. Not all of them—no, the scars from your battles with the Demogorgons were still there, thin lines across your skin like faint echoes of the hell you’d been through. But the deeper, newer scars from the resistance, from facing Omni-Man and Invincible’s destruction? They were gone.

Your breath caught in your throat as your mind raced to make sense of this.

Wait a minute.

Something clicked, a horrifying realization dawning on you. You spun around, desperately searching for your phone. After a frantic few seconds of tearing through your sheets, you finally found it, buried under your blanket. Hands shaking, you powered it on, staring intently at the screen as the date loaded.

October 13th, 20XX.

Four months before the Guardians of the Globe were slaughtered. Five months before the world would fall to ruin.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, the word escaping in a half-choked whisper.

Your bitch ass time traveled.

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astrotruther · 10 months ago

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Astro Observations

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⛔️ TW: mention of anorexia and drugging❗️

♡ Venus Square Mars may attract obsessive people. In particular, people who obsess over their looks or fetishize them in some way. Brooke Shields had a whole nation obsessed with her at the mere age of 12. Eugenia Cooney has infamously attracted hoards of anorexia fetishists with her content. People with this placement may have a higher risk of drastic weight loss or gain.

♡ Either I meet too many Capricorn Suns by coincidence or it's a rather common placement. One reasoning could be that April is an ideal month for marriage in many places, especially ones where it gets unbearably hot in June. Spring adds to April's allure. Traditional couples often conceive right after tying the knot, making the pregnancy due in Capricorn season.

♡ Lilith is associated with sexuality but people focus too much ONLY on that facet of it. Lilith is associated with many other things like power, revenge and how one becomes a social pariah.

♡ Planets at 0° may symbolize struggle. Lana Del Rey has Sun at 0°. The Sun represents our ego. She had many controversies in 2020 including the mesh mask and her Instagram rant undermining POC artists. Even after criticism, instead of apologizing, she remained defensive. I believe that planets at 0° provide a lot of room for growth if the individual is genuinely interested in self-improvement.

♡ Aries Moon (ruled by Mars) and Scorpio Moon (ruled by Pluto, traditionally by Mars) despite being similar are perceived quite differently by people. The sign of Aries gives child-like quality to the native. They come off as cute and their sarcastic remarks are perceived as good humor. E.g. Rihanna roasting Helena Bonham Carter's sense of fashion. Meanwhile, one eyeroll from a Scorpio Moon, and they may come off as hateful and jealous. My advice to Scorpio Moons who want to be in the public eye, please never put on the mean girl persona. Tap into your kind side, it'll be received in a positive way and you'll attract genuine support.

♡ Venus-Mars aspects symbolize beauty; the difference may lie in how people perceive it. Venus Trine Mars are often called cute. People with this aspect are well-liked and have a good reputation. These are the people who may never be cancelled due to the halo effect they have. No matter how massively popular they are, people won't be digging up dirt on them, which is also why very little is known about these people's personal lives. These people often become a household name due to that one iconic thing they did, even if they decide to adapt a lowkey presence afterwards. Let me emphasize this with an extensive list of examples:

✧ Nina Dobrev (The Vampire Diaries), Zayn, Leighton Meester (Gossip Girl), Adele, Kit Harington (Game of Thrones), Sabrina Carpenter, Tobey Maguire (Spider-Man), Kate Middleton, Mandy Moore (A Walk to Remember), Jackie Chan, Jenna Fischer (The Office), Ana de Armas, Josh Hutcherson (The Hunger Games), Constance Wu (Crazy Rich Asians), Rowan Atkinson (Mr. Bean) and Alan Rickman (Harry Potter) have this aspect.

✧ Taeyang being the only member of former K-pop group BIGBANG who's had no controversies (also managed to keep his relationship hidden for a long time before revealing it with a wedding announcement), Khloé Kardashian being the least disliked Kardashian/Jenner sister, Cardi B admitting to drugging and robbing men, starring in Hustlers that glamorized it, hitting her career peak with WAP the very next year really drives the point home.

✧ I've also noticed this aspect in almost all Bollywood IT girls of their time: Priyanka Chopra, Aishwarya Rai, Anushka Sharma, Ayesha Takia, Dia Mirza, Divya Bharti, Parveen Babi - all loved by the general public despite the media scrutiny and misogyny that prevails within the industry.

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thatsexcpisces · 3 months ago

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My least favorite placements (personal opinion)

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃

• please remember that these are just my personal takes and observations mostly based on people I’ve met/know and if it doesn’t apply to you, it’s most likely aimed at the undeveloped versions of the placement! 💕

#1: Virgo moons

I’m sorry I have way too many people in my life with this placement (especially family members) and y’all just know how to get under people’s skin. Every virgo moon I’ve met seems to physically be unable to hold back their unwanted opinions and criticism. Y’all will serve the meanest comment on a silver platter when no one asked or wanted to hear that shit in the first place and then label it as “just being honest/trying to help” like nah you’re just straight up being annoying. So many virgo moons are also control freaks and want to project their routines and habits onto other people and enforce all their little rules onto them and expect everyone to accommodate them and their needs without considering other people’s needs. Also, this placement tends to be very insecure with themselves and their own inner critics so must of the time they also protect their insecurities onto other people cause they can’t fix them within themselves and that’s probably also why they dish out little snarky critiques to the people around them. They can also be way too pessimistic and “conservative” which gets on my nerves sm like you take these people somewhere on a night out and they complain about the music being “too loud” or people “talking too much and being annoying” like chill Karen. Stop trying to be a perfectionist babe, it’s okay to make mistakes

#2: Venus/sun/stellium in the 10H

Having this placement on its own in your natal chart is a blessing in a sense because you may receive a lot of good luck when it comes to your public reputation and people like you but personally, I feel like being around people with this placement isn’t as great. A lot of people I know with this placement tend to come off as superficial or “social climbers” who use others for career and reputation benefits. These are the types of friends that will ditch you if you’re not popular enough or if people are gossiping about you because they want to make themselves look good and will ignore you in public but then be your bestie in private cause they don’t wanna be seen with you. They also only seem to always talk about their image or what other people think about them. For example, I know people with this placement who would complain about their social media or followers every time we hung out. They would always complain about losing followers or why they can’t “have enough followers” and what to do to gain many. I had friends with this placement who would also ask for a lot but never give in return and put themselves on a high pedestal thinking they are constantly worthy of praise or deeds from others. On the downside, these people may put a false mask to the public. They can appear as kind and good-hearted when in reality they may not be that way and know how to manipulate in order to get what they want.

#3: Leo/Sag mercuries

I will say that these people are super fun and know how to tell the best stories and they are also very good at making people feel included in their life. However, on the flipside people with this placement seem to live in a world that is only made for them and only has space for them to be in. I’ve met so many ppl with Leo & sag mercuries and it always seems so hard for them to acknowledge the fact that other people have feelings too and what they say can hurt others. They just think of themselves as the main character most of the time which when they do it excessively, it becomes really annoying. I feel like people with this placement just don’t have the ability to be introspective and reflect on their actions and things they say to understand if maybe someone took it the wrong way or if they’re being too much. They also have little to no patience or tolerance when someone else is speaking and they find it impossible to let someone tell their full story without interrupting or sharing something about themself like it’s okay to let others have the spotlight for once (Im a Leo moon so I’m lowkey dragging myself a bit here). Also similar to virgo moons, they may make rude or “honest” comments because they are very direct and when someone expresses that it hurts them, they get super defensive and fail to see it from another person’s perspective. Also talking louder doesn’t mean you won the argument

#4: Gemini Venus

Please figure out what you want omdssss. Being in a relationship with these people is not for the weak let me tell you. I have an Aquarius Venus so in some aspects I get along well with Gemini Venus but in others it’s like I can never read their mind and they’re constantly changing it every 5 seconds. You would expect these people to be very good and open communicators since they’re associated w mercury but most of the time it just feels like they’re on a non-stop adventure with whatever their brain tells them to do and you just have to guess what they want and do it or they’ll get bored of you and ghost you. I know y’all need constant mental stimulation but I feel like most of the time the other person is offering that to you but you just want an excuse to get with someone else. CHEATERS. Especially the men with this placement. Options exist and y’all love that. Also in general and with friends these people can be very flakey they’ll make it feel like you’re their best friend one day then you barely know them the next.

#5: Moon square Mars or Pluto/moon in the 8H

These people know how to get what they want and can be incredibly manipulative. Be careful and try not to play their game cause once you do, it’s a never-ending mind fuck. Many people I know with this placement are the definition of “secret opps” or your “secret haters”. They most likely have a lot of unresolved baggage or problems so they look for any opportunity to hurt someone else and take it out on them (when the placement is unhealthy/undeveloped ofc). Also, this placement to me screams “evil/narcissist” mother. These people probably had a mother that was really controlling or emotionally toxic and they grew up repeating her habits and will continue to act just like her. My step sister has one of these placements and she would do whatever manipulative things her mother put in her head, to other people and report back to her like a dog. These people are usually completely blinded and owned by their mothers. They’ve most likely had life on hard mode and they resent anyone who’s had things going better for them and they find it hard to be happy and supportive of others. Everytime I see this placement in someone’s birth chart, I know not to share too many details with them or trust them that easily cause they know how to hide and are calculated with betraying you.

#6: Cancer Sun

Idk some of them just rub me the wrong way. It really depends on their other placements but usually cancer suns with air placements in their chart get on my nerves cause they can be so passive aggressive and when you meet them at first glance you get this vibe that they’re trying their best to be fake nice to you but they secretly have it out for you. These people are moody asf bonus points if they have a water rising and when you ask them what’s wrong they’ll just sulk in silence and have an attitude until you actively do something to give them attention or make things better. These people also hold a grudge for life and sometimes over the dumbest and smallest things. They’re the type of people to dedicate their whole life to hating you cause you accidentally bumped into them when walking past them. Also their victim mentality is so tiring, they constantly seek attention and validation over small things and have a hard time taking accountability for their actions and admitting they were wrong.

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qsmpmiraheze · 2 months ago

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Feliz Aniversário, Cellbit!

He is mentioned in the most QSMP News columns - 11 out of the 24 official ones mention him by name at least once.

He canonically solved the QSMP Global ARG on his in-game PC.

He gifted flowers to all the eggs whenever he greeted them, especially to Pomme, and had a dedicated backpack of flowers to do so.

His in-game pets were named after his irl pets -- his dogs, Lobinho and Rui, along with his cats, Gengibre and Tofu. He and his girlfriend Lorena now have two more cats, Duninha and Chuvisco.

He is asexual.

Cellbit has thalassophobia (fear of deep water & deep sea creatures) and entomophobia (fear of insects, specifically, bugs with many legs).

He has a Bill Cipher tattoo (see below) as well as tattoos based on The Witcher, Hollow Knight, and Bo Burnham lyrics.

He is the creator of Ordem Paranormal, a hugely popular TTRPG series and system in Brazil. The two-part spin-off series Ordem Paranormal: Quarentena, featuring some of his fellow QSMP members, has the highest live viewer count of the TTRPG category on Twitch with over 215,000 live viewers.

His game Enigma do Medo became the fifth best-selling game in Brazil the week it came out and hit #1 on the Top Sellers list the day it released.

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alphajocklover · 6 days ago

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for so long I have been this loser nerd could you turn me into a extremely dumb douchebag jock or frat bro

You hated to admit it, but you shouldn’t be here. You wanted to be there, you really did, but deep down you knew that you weren’t the type of guy who belonged at a frat party, especially not one at the Beta Delta Epsilon.

Beta Delta Epsilon was the coolest, most exclusive frat in the entire university, one known for having incredibly muscular, manly members who most of the girls in the school openly lusted after. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t lust after them too, but as one of the only gay guys in school you were in the minority. Most guys wanted to be one of them instead of being with one of them, but being a gay nerd you found yourself wanting both, something you unfortunately knew was impossible. Not only did Beta Delta Epsilon accept only the most masculine, athletic men for frat, they also only accepted straight guys. It wasn’t an official rule of course, since that would break all kinds of rules, but it was rumored that you’d have to have slept with at least 30 different girls to even be considered to pledge. Which was part of why this whole thing was so strange. Why would an exclusive, popular frat, one that usually only lets in 15 members a year, decide to hold a party for potential new pledges, and invite… you? You were certain it was going to be some kind of prank, that someone in the frat had figured out you were gay – which wouldn’t be hard to do – and was going to make beating you up part of a loyalty test for the real new pledges or something. Still, even though you knew it would probably end with you getting beaten into a pulp, you decided to go. Going meant that you would actually get to see the inside of the BDE frat house, which was usually a privilege kept only for the members or the hot girls they invited to their wild parties. Being able to say he was allowed inside their frat house or considered to join, even as part of a prank, would be a big boost to his popularity, something he definitely needed, if only so that some of the less popular jocks who weren’t part of the frat would stop picking on him.

Things only got weirder as you entered the frat house. You had expected to be completely out of place, the only geek in a sea of studs vying to join the frat, but instead you seemed to be one of a dozen or so geeks who didn’t understand what they were doing there. Instead of the cream of the crop, this group seemed to be at the bottom of the barrel. Hell, you were probably the least geeky guy here, and that was saying something. As you awkwardly mingled with the others, more and more convinced that this whole thing was going to turn out to be some sort of massive prank, you almost didn’t notice as three people who looked like they actually belonged there entered. You immediately recognized them as three of the most popular members for the frat, Dan Chou, Chad Everton, and frat president Owen Holden.

Dan Chou was possibly the dumbest person you had ever met, but what he lacked for in intelligence he made up for in pure brute strength. He was infamous around school as the frats enforcer, the guy who beat up any geek who tried to speak out against the frat, or who just annoyed them a little too much. Rumor had it that as rough as he was against nerds, he was even rougher in the bedroom, and the parade of sorority girls who had left the frat house with blissed out looks on their face and a slight limp seemed to attest to that. Dan Chou was popular for one reason: because he was pure, unadulterated, aggressive masculinity. Every nerd in school felt a mix of terror and jealousy the moment he walked into a room. Currently he stood to the left of Owen, a disgusted sneer on his face as he looked down on each of you.

To Owen’s right was Chad Everton, the brain to Dan’s intense brawn. Well, not exactly. Chad was notably smarter than Dan, but what he was really known for was his charms. It was a well known fact around campus that Chad was an utter douchebag, one who cared little for others beyond what pleasure they could bring him, yet despite this well earned reputation he still seemed able to charm anyone into doing anything for him. Girls seemed to melt with every word he spoke, guys listened to him like they were in a trance, and even the nerds he mocked regularly would happily do his homework for him the next day. His cocky confidence and large ego seemed almost like a superpower that let him bend anyone to his will, or at least anyone outside the frat. He smirked at you and the rest of the nerds that were at the party, his grin tainted by an aura of arrogant superiority. Between Chad’s cocky smirk and Dan’s disgusted sneer however was something even more powerful than either of them: Owen Holden.

Owen Holden was… perfect. There wasn’t really a better word for it. Owen Holden was the golden boy, the perfect jock. Just as strong as Dan, just as charming as Chad, and more dominant and commanding than either of them. Dan dominated through his strength and the fear it caused, and Chad did so through his natural charms, but Owen… Owen was just naturally commanding. It wasn’t any specific thing about him, it was just him. If he said jump, everyone in school would say ‘how high.’ He had a calm, collected confidence that made it feel like he owned any room he was in. Right now he was standing in front of a bunch of geeks, flanked by the two other jocks, with an unreadable expression on his face. And weirdly enough, he was looking directly at you. You stared at him for a moment in pure shock, before a slight grin came to his face and he quickly moved on. “Alright you pathetic fucking geeks.” Owen said, the entire room silent as he spoke, his deep voice echoing through the frat house “You’re here for one reason and one reason only: we’re fucking desperate. We’ve looked up and down this school for anyone worthy of joining BDE, and all we’ve found are losers. Which is why we’re willing to give you pussys a shot.” All around you you heard the excited rambling as your fellow nerds turned to each other, some with looks of elation on their faces and others with plainly insulted expressions. You however weren’t excited or insulted, you were confused. Why would an exclusive frat want people like you to join? Even if they were having trouble finding new members because of their standards, why not let some of the lesser jocks join instead of going to the lamest geeks they could find? “Now, to be clear, none of you faggots are joining.” Chad said with a cocky smirk, a sadistic look in his eye as he watched multiple hopeful nerds deflate “At least not as you are now. See, BDE is a frat of alphas. And we aren’t going to lower out standards just for fucking attendance issues.” “But we ain’t gonna let our frat just die out either. So instead of lowering ourselves to you, we’re gonna build you dumbasses up.” Dan continued. Suddenly the room seemed to crackle with electricity. Your hair began to stand on edge as a strange electric charge flowed throughout the room. Out of the corner of your eye you could see some nerds try to make a break for it, only to find the doors locked. “Now, not all of you are going to get in. We only accept the best of the best after all. But you are all about to get a major upgrade. Welcome to the real BDE.” Owen said with a smirk as the electricity grew more wild, and the room was filled with a violently bright light. Your ears rang as your vision returned, and the lightning that had seemed to be shooting through you seemed to dissipate. It took you a moment to realize you were still in the frat house, and another moment to realize that something had changed. You have changed. Looking down you saw you had gone through a complete and total transformation. Your skinny-fat body had been overhauled, your new self having thick, manly arms, huge pecs, and amazing abs. It was like you had been replaced with another version of yourself, one who had been on steroids since he was 10. Looking down you could see that even your cock was bigger, a foot long sausage pushing against sweat pants you definitely weren’t wearing before. Looking around you could see that you weren’t the only one either. Every geek in the room seemed to have transformed into a stud jock version of themselves. You did notice, with a strange flush of arrogance, that you were one of the biggest of the newly transformed jocks. Before you could properly examine those feelings, Owen Holden spoke up once more.

“Alright. Now you guys actually have some fucking potential.” he said with a pleased smirk “Remember, only 15 of you get to join us. But the 15 who do, get a life of alpha male greatness, sports, masculinity, awesome bros, and will have the hottest girls on campus throwing themselves at you.”

As he spoke you felt a desire to join the frat growing inside of you. All of what Owen had described sounding fucking incredible, and you could already picture yourself as a member of the frat, dominating the school, hanging with other manly douchebags and fucking the hottest girls you had ever seen. It didn’t matter that you had been gay 5 minutes ago. Why would it? You weren’t some fucking faggot, not anymore.

“Now, we’re having our first round of eliminations in a week. Each of you is to fuck as many girls as you can before the week is up. The bros with the highest body count get to stay. The rest of you get cut, and have to settle for being in the lesser frats.” Owen said “Now… get out there and have some fucking fun.”

As you swaggered out of the BDE frat house, you could already feel your massive cock get hard as it pushed against your pants. You were going to get into this fucking frat, and you didn’t care how many bimbo sluts you had to fuck to do it.

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krosiefics · 9 months ago

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a taste of dispatch • danceracha x reader

M D N I 18+

WC: 3k

Summary: you are a Dispatch reporter, and while following some members of Stray Kids, you finds yourself in a situation, where the three members of DanceRacha wanna fuck you?

Tags: afab!reader, submissive!felix, dom!minho, switch!hyunjin, dispatch!reader, cnc(kinda), pure smut, pwp(?), piv, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), foursome, grinding, use of y/n, rough sex(?), overstimulation, cowgirl, doggy style, missionary,fingering…I feel like I’m forgetting some sorry

Today started off like any other day, another normal daily routine, get up, go to work, stay outside entertainment companies to snap photos of idols for the public. Sure people say your job is wrong and immoral, but you’ve gotta survive somehow. And that leads you to right now. Standing outside the JYPE building, no idols were scheduled to make a public appearance here today, but sometimes you like to come to the companies in case there is a sighting. The unannounced ones usually sell for more money.

It's cold and raining out today, it’s also near midnight. As you’re about to leave, three figures caught your eye as they walked out of the entrance of JYPE. Two of them had hoodies over their heads and another with a bucket hat, all three had masks on. Sure they could be employees of the place but one of them had purple hair poking out of his bucket hat. That made you suspicious of them.

You discreetly followed behind them, not too close but enough to make out their faces. Even through the masks you could tell it was the dance subunit of Stray Kids, DanceRacha.

They made their way down the streets of Seoul with two umbrellas in their hands as if they were any other person, bystanders too immersed in their own world to even bat an eye at them. They stroll down a popular club district street and look around before walking into a building with almost no light except the one outside. Heh, got you now. You think to yourself as you follow them in. You’re not dressed like how you’d think a paparazzi would, you have casual clothes that you dressed up slightly. You never want the idols you follow to realize they’re being followed by Dispatch. Sometimes you feel bad for the idols that you’re practically forced to follow. You want to give them their personal space, but making a living is hard and you’re not about to go sell feet pics online.

You open the door to the building and take only a few steps in before the door is slammed behind you and an audible click is made. Though it was dark, the faint light from outside shined through the small window by the door allowing some light inside. You whipped my head around to the door and there stood, in all his glory, the Hwang Hyunjin.

“See I knew someone was following us hyung.” He smirks down at you, a small huff escaping his lips. “What do you want from us, pretty lady?” You did not expect him to say that- especially the way he did…so sultry.

“What sorry,” You threw your hands up weakly in defense, “who are you?” “Don’t act coy with us doll, you’re one of those stalker sasaengs aren’t you?”

You pinch your brows with disgust, “First of all, how dare you think I’m a ‘sasaeng’, and second I don’t even know who you people are-“

“Then why were you following us all the way from the company building?” The freckled faced idol asked. “I had just gotten out of work and it started pouring as I was passing that tall building you three came out of, I was hoping to ask if you had an extra umbrella, I noticed you came inside and so I took the opportunity to ask.” You lie through my teeth, hoping your facade would fool them. You had to admit it was a stupid lie and wasn’t likely going to fool them, but you still had to try at least.

“Oh.” Hyunjin frowned, “I’m sorry, I just assumed-“

“She could be lying.” The cold faced man who hadn’t said a word spoke up. Minho eyed you up and down as you coward. “I’m not- I’m sorry, I’ll get out of your hair.” You back up towards the door. “You’re not going anywhere, doll.” Hyunjin says as leans against the door sexily.

“You really don’t know us darling?” Felix speaks up, asking as if they were the most known people throughout Korea, which is true, they are one of the most known people in Korea. “No, I don’t really keep up with celebrities or influencers.” You fib. “So, what do you do for fun then, doll?” The taller of the three looks over you.

“Take a walk…go shopping? I don’t really get too much time off work.” Now that’s not a lie, you don’t really get to do “fun things”. You follow idols around even when you’re not scheduled to.

“Do you wanna have some fun?” Felix moves closer to you. “What?”

“With us.” He responds.

Wait what-

Suddenly a hand wraps around your hip, squeezing at the flesh there. You know it’s Hyunjin, he’s the only one who is behind you. The touch of his lips on the side of your neck makes your body tense. What the fuck is happening right now?!

You laugh awkwardly trying to get these boys off, suddenly Minho inched his way closer to you, he reached his hand out and took hold of your backpack strap, sliding it down ever so slowly all while maintaining eye contact with you, it gave you butterflies. “What are you-“ He cuts you off with a kiss on the corner of your lips, you struggle to wiggle your way out of their grasp but as Minho’s lips move further down your neck, it feels just too damn good to not want more.

“Hey I wanna taste.” Felix mumbles from behind. Felix takes Minho’s place, leaving wet kisses along your neck. Unbeknownst to you, Minho started searching your bag. “Hah, so you are a sasaeng.” He says holding your camera. Shit. “No, I’m not.” You protest sternly, the younger boys are indifferent to the fact that Minho just pulled out a professional camera. “Oh, Dispatch.” He pulls out your employee badge from the side pocket of the backpack. ��Miss…Y/N.”

“So you do know us doll.” Hyunjin licked a stripe up your neck.

Shit shit shit, how do I get outta this situation?!

“Hyung.” Felix whines in your ear as he suddenly starts grinding against your hip. “H-Hey!” You stutter through your teeth while Hyunjin stops his verbal teases and lets his mouth wander up your neck towards your cheek. “Wh-What are you gonna do to me?” You cower as Minho steps in front of you, he leans forward so that his face is a few inches away from yours. “Whatever you want, want us to make you feel good? You could write an article on how good we fuck you.” You gulp at his words. You can feel his breath on your face as his eyes flicker down at your lips, you subconsciously lick them triggering a smirk from the older boy.

“Would you like that? Hyune’s mouth on your tits,” Minho hisses as he, hesitatingly, cups your breast through your shirt. He raises his eyebrows at you as if he were asking you if you were okay with what he was doing to your body. You notice his antics, You bite your lower lip, nodding at him to continue.

“Really? Hyune, I think she wants your mouth on her tits.” Hyunjin perked up at Minho’s sultry words. “Can I kiss you here doll?” Despite all of their actions so far, Hyunjin stills asks for consent to kiss you on the lips. You nod in response though he shakes his head, “Words darling.”

“Yes, please.”

What is happening right now? Why am I letting them do this, why do I want them to do this?!

The overwhelming lust that fills your mind begins to overload as Hyunjin locks his lips on yours. His lips were slightly chapped though you didn’t care, they felt so good against yours. His hands swat Minho’s away and roughly cups your breasts, you gasp at his action, he takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You failed to notice Felix pulling away from your hip, not until you opened your eyes while Hyunjin slipped his hands under the hem of your t-shirt.

Felix sat on a sofa nearby palming his crotch through his pants. Minho was fiddling with something on the wall, he finally managed to find whatever he was looking for and a light appeared from a side table by the sofa. Though it was a small light, it illuminated the room, allowing you to see the boys who surrounded you in better lighting.

“Sofa?” Hyunjin hummed against your lips, you hummed against his lips in response, not wanting to pull away.

Hyunjin placed his hands on your hips and guided your bodies towards the couch. He lowered his body onto the sofa, you settling on top of him as his hands explored the sides of your torso. A pair of cold hands touched you on your lower back under your shirt, hesitantly pulling it up. You tilt your head to the man who is doing the action, Hyunjin continues kissing your cheek and neck messily. Felix frowns at you as if he was just caught doing a crime.

“Sorry,” He apologizes, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You simply shake your head, lifting your shirt over your head, allowing the blonde freckled boy to gaze over your exposed chest. Though you’re still wearing a bra, you can tell he’s imagining you without it. Hyunjin pulled away from you when you took off your shirt, you glanced back over at him as he stared hungrily at your open skin.

“Hyung, how do you want us?” He asks Minho without ever looking away from you and your body.

Almost forgetting the eldest was in the room, you turned your head around towards the purple haired man. His eyes pierced into your own, as if he was waiting to attack. Minho purses his lips in thought as he nears the two of you again. “Well since I doubt Felix will last any longer, let him fuck her first, no?”

“Hey!” Felix exclaims as if he were offended, but secretly he was glad that he was offered to go first. Hyunjin simply shrugged in agreement, “Lix, how do you want her?”

“Shit,” The freckled boy breathed out as his hands went to your hips, “on top.” He said after a few moments. Hyunjin swiftly guided you off of his body and held you as Felix quickly undid his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down in one go before positioning himself next to Hyunjn.

Hyunjin’s thin hands caressed your sides as he helped you out of your sweatpants and guided your legs over Felix. The youngest boy stroked his cock as you settled yourself just under it, on his thighs. “Shit, can’t hold out much longer. Need to be in you darling.” Felix whined as he gathered your pantie lining and moved it to the side, allowing his cock to rub against your bare pussy.

“Oh God.” You moan out as you feel his warmth touch your skin. A pair of callused hands grab you by the waist hoisting you up slightly before aligning you to sink on to Felix’s cock. “Oh fuck!” You yelped the sudden intrusion causing your back to arch. Felix’s face scrunched up in pleasure as he filled your core with his warmth. Suddenly a pair of hands grip your hips, before even allowing you to adjust to the freckled boy’s size, lifting you slightly before guiding you to drop back down again. Another pair of hands made their way to your breasts, roughly massaging them as the other male forced you to bounce on Felix’s cock.

“W-Wait! Hyung!” Felix hands shoot up to your thigh, his fingers bruising them with how tightly he’s gripping them. “Shit, Imma cum.” Felix whines, his usual low pitched voice rising a few octaves at the stimulation. “It’s okay Lixie, you can cum. I wanna have my go soon.” Hyunjin said as he unclasped your bra, pulling it off your body and returning his hands to your now exposed breasts. The blonde’s hip starts desperately rutting up into your cunt. You support yourself by gripping onto Felix’s shoulder as the blonde thrusts into you and the oldest out the three boys gripped your hips, continuously pushing you down onto his younger friend’s cock.

Murmurs of curses flooded from Felix’s mouth, his usually tanned skin was now a shade of deep pink. His eyes shut and brows furrowed with pleasure. A few moments later of continuous assault to your lower region, the freckled boy finally spills inside of you. “Shit…my turn.” Hyunjin sighed before helping lift you from the painting boy underneath. “Look at her pretty tits, they’re so red from you grabbing them Hyune.” Minho smirked from behind you. He had detached his hands from your hips after Felix had cummed, you could still feel the pressure on your skin though.

“Hey doll?” You look to your left at the boy who was holding you up. You hum at him in question, “Can I bend you over?” Your cheeks flushed more than they already were, you simply nodded in response. Hyunjin shook his head disapprovingly, “I need you to say it please.” You hesitantly looked at his eyes before moving your body over the sofa, “Bend me over Hyun.”

Something snapped inside of Hyunjin, because next thing you know you already have his cock drilling inside you, the wet noises of your previous orgasm and Felix’s cum filled the room. “Shit, you look pretty like this, doll.” Hyunjin grunts as his hips falter slightly at his fast pace.

“You’re missing the way they’re bouncing though.” Minho hummed from your left, his eyes trailing over your chest.

Hyunjin’s thin hand moves to grope the flesh at your chest. His hips snapping into you as his free hand holds your waist. Your back aches from the position you hold over the sofa. Suddenly, a sharp pain spreads through your ass, a loud slap sound accompanying the pain. “Fuck doll, you’re ethereal.” Hyunjin sighed as his hips sloppily thrusted into your cunt. You knew he was close due to his sudden speed and uncoordinated ruts.

Soft groans slipped out of Hyunjin as he peaked at his climax, he poured himself into you. His arousal mixing with yours and Felix’s. Your arms gave out under you, you plopped onto the couch in a very uncomfortable position, though you could care less. Your body was too tired to care about comfortability. “So good.” Hyunjin breathed out to himself by your ear.

The tall boy slowly pulled out of your abused cunt. Flinching at the overstimulation, your eyes shut tightly. “Fuck kitten, you just had to take a break before my turn?” Minho’s voice was heard from behind. The purple haired man gently guided your body to turn over into a more comfortable position. Though it was weird to you that Minho was being so gentle as opposed to the way he was practically manhandling you prior.

“Here, just spread open for me, okay?” Minho cooed, bringing your legs apart leaving them to hang off the edge of the couch on each side of his hips. Allowing yourself to be used, your eye fluttered open from the sensation of another foreign force entering your leaking cunt. You whimpered as Minho slipped his cock inside you, though it was uncomfortable you didn’t want him to stop, you wanted more even though it started to hurt.

“Wait Min.” You weakly grabbed onto his biceps as he began thrusting into you. You whimpered as he talked you through it. “C’mon kitten, you can do it. Just let me use your tight little pussy for a little longer, yeah?” Minho’s breath ran down your neck, sweat beads falling, his hair sticking to his forehead. Your hands make their way to Minho’s back, scratching at the skin whenever he’d push too deep.

Your eyes filtered across the room landing on the two other boys who just stared at you with awe.

You weren’t self conscious this whole time, but now having made eye contact with the other two, that unusual feeling began to set in. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what you might look like right now. You grew embarrassed by the thoughts of what the others could be thinking.

Felix and Hyunjin watched as Minho’s hips thrusted into yours so sensually, as your legs hesitantly wrapped around his waist- pulling Minho closer, they watched as you cried moans while maintaining eye contact with them. Just you laying there all open for Minho, the way he used you, it made them want to cum again.

A few moments later Minho finally reached his climax, his orgasm spilling over inside of you. You felt so warm inside, the feeling of the three’s cum filling you made you tingly. After cleaning up the mess they had made on the sofa and on you, they help you get redressed before redressing themselves. None of them thought it would get this far and you’d actually do the deed with them, they didn’t know what to do next…or better yet how to leave without seeming like a heartless asshole.

“You okay?” Minho asked as he handed you your work backpack, you nod at him with a tired smile. “I didn’t go too far?” His demeanor shifted, hoping that he really didn’t overstep any unspoken boundaries. “No, you’re fine. It honestly helped me relax from the stress of work…though my back does hurt like a bitch.” You chuckle, massaging your lower back.

“Here’s some water, pretty.” Felix smiled, handing over a glass of water. You take a small sip before your attention is turned to your phone. It’s ringing. You reach over for the phone and notice it’s your boss calling. Shit. You pick up the phone only for your boss to yell at you for not submitting photos that were due earlier that day, on time. “Sorry, I’ve got to go.” You sigh after hanging up, grabbing all your things making sure you look ‘okay’.

“C’mere.” Minho motions for you to follow him out the front door, “We’ll make it seem like you happened to run into us.”

Hyunjin and Felix ran out after him. The rain had quieted down a bit to a small drizzle. “Stay there and just get a good shot.” Hyunjin winked.

You pull out your camera before snapping a quick photo when the three of them were distracted.

Maybe your job wasn’t so bad after all.

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Skininess is cold - Teen!reader

Summary: Teen reader is developing an eating disorder

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: eating disorder, body issues, low self-worth, mentions of food and wanting to be skinner etc

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Notes: Based on this request.

It all started at school.

Y/n was a professional athlete at Arsenal, but she was also a 17-year-old girl, so she had to have some sort of education.

The club and the school had an agreement (a real one, she even had to sign her name and everything) that Y/n would go to school three times a week and take part in all the activities, and the other two days she would do school from home, or well, school from training, as she did her school work between training sessions at Arsenal.

Y/n had a few good friends at school, but she wasn't popular by any means. She wasn't completely left out of her friend groups, at least not intentionally. Her friends were nice, but they were still teenagers and could be a bit mean sometimes.

They didn't quite understand Y/n's career. Sometimes they would make a comment that made it seem like Y/n played football as a hobby rather than a career.

When these comments were made, Y/n didn't try to explain herself, instead, she leaned forward and let them think what they wanted, afraid that if she over-explained herself and her life, her friend would think she was big-headed.

Sometimes Y/n felt alone, even when she was with her friends or team members. Her friends didn't understand the whole concept of a football career, and her teammates - although they tried to make her feel included - didn't really succeed most of the time.

Her older teammates, such as Leah, Beth and Katie, had taken it upon themselves to 'keep an eye on her', as they put it. They often acted as big sisters, making sure she settled in, did well at school and was healthy. They looked after her a lot, but sometimes it was overwhelming. Y/n also felt that it was difficult to talk to them about things other than football as they were 10 years older than her.

The youngest teammates, such as Alessia, Kyra, Vic and Lotte, weren't so hard to talk to as they had a lot more topics and interests in common, but it was clear that they weren't at the same stage of life. While the girls were planning a night out in clubs and bars after training, Y/n wasn't allowed to go because she was underage.

Y/n often felt like the odd one out. But she hoped that as she got older, things would get better and her teammates would start to see her as a proper teammate, not just a socially awkward football prodigy to be looked after.

Whenever Y/n and her friends sat on the grass during their breaks, the sun on her face and the slight tickling of the grass on her shorts made her feel like a normal 17-year-old. Not like someone with a lot of responsibilities. She was just like her peers at such times: a little moody and insecure at times, but funny and caring.

Y/n wouldn't describe herself as insecure, but in the last few weeks, she had noticed how frustrated she would get when trying to pick an outfit for the day, or how her heart would beat faster just thinking about media day and interviews.

But being a 17-year-old girl wasn't easy, especially when that 17-year-old girl was also a baller.

Y/n had always eaten well. She balanced her meals and was never hungry. She couldn't be, she was a growing athlete who needed nutrients to perform well and avoid injury. She had spent her whole life, since her youth group, listening to doctors and nutritionists talk about the importance of nutrition in an athlete's life.

Unfortunately, her friend hadn't grown up hearing the same things.

When they ate lunch together, one of them would point out how much bigger Y/n's portions were compared to the rest of the table. This made the food taste bitter in her mouth and Y/n suddenly felt too small, but she tried to brush it off with not-so-funny jokes about how she was just a naturally hungry person.

Y/n had to do an hour of PA at school, even though she was an almost full-time athlete. The school had given her the option of practising football, netball or athletics. Y/n didn't hate herself, so she didn't choose football; she also didn't want to be involved in any more team activities, so netball was easily crossed off her list, leaving Y/n with athletics.

Athletics was cool. She did mostly middle-distance races and was actually good at it - mostly, of course, because of her training and all the physiotherapy she did at Arsenal.

Running was fun because Y/n only needed herself to do it, and when she ran she could put all her thoughts into perspective and do something good for her body at the same time, which also helped with her football performance.

The feeling of her feet hitting the ground was liberating. The little bead of sweat running down her neck was somehow comforting.

The only part of athletics she didn't like was having to share the changing room with her other classmates. Y/n was used to changing in front of people, they did it all the time at Arsenal, but her teammates at Arsenal didn't stare at her or make comments about her body.

She was quickly in the changing room and went straight to her locker to get her PE kit, right next to Abigail. She was in the athletics team too, but she only did sprints.

Abigail and Y/n had never talked much before, so Y/n was surprised when Abigail turned to her bluntly.

"Wow, you've got big shoulders for a girl," Abigail had said, there seemed to be no malice in her voice, it was more like a statement of fact, but Y/n didn't appreciate it either way.

Y/n quickly took her tracking shirt and put it on, trying to hide her body without the others noticing. She didn't know how or what to say to Abigail, so she just smiled awkwardly at her before heading for the track.

It wasn't the first time someone had mentioned Y/n's body and how it didn't really fit in with what they thought a girl's body should look like. Y/n didn't quite understand, a girl's body was a girl's body. But she couldn't help being a little too confident and, well, different.

During the run, she kept pulling her shirt a few centimeters down her arm, but the fabric never seemed to cover enough skin.

It was a chilly Thursday night and Y/n was sprawled on the floor of her room, the rough carpet itching the outside of her tight irritatingly.

Thursday nights were the worst because Y/n had training at Arsenal from morning till night, and then she had to go home and do her schoolwork, all the while trying to maintain an eight-hour sleep schedule and get up at 6 am for in-person school the next day.

Y/n had a lot on her plate; she had a test coming up next week, a book to read for English class, and a whole essay waiting to be written.

On top of that, Beth had been bothering her throughout the training session, insisting that her tackling was sloppy.

Beth wasn't wrong, with so much on her plate, Y/n got too caught up in her own thoughts and didn't give a hundred per cent in training.

Y/n sighed and looked disdainfully at the textbooks scattered around her room. The young girl rolled her eyes before picking up her phone and scrolling through Instagram. Fuck school. The faint glow of the phone lit up Y/n's face as she scrolled through her friends' selfies.

Her friend didn't have to worry about looking professional, calm and collected on their Instagram page. They could post teenage stuff, blurry selfies or group pictures gone wrong for the whole world to see.

Y/n had to create a second, private account outside her main one. On this, she could post whatever she wanted, but only her friends and a few of her teammates followed her. She preferred it that way, as did her media team. They had come to a compromise: she would post match day pictures and behind the scenes on her professional account, and keep her private account for whatever she wanted to post, with no pressure to keep up a façade.

Y/n was scrolling away and noticed how many #ThrowbackThurdays there were in her feed. She decided she might as well join in.

It had been a while since she'd posted anything anyway, and frankly, she was so drained from the day at Arsenal that she just wanted to be a stupid teenager posting some pictures with a stupid hashtag.

She scrolled through her gallery and picked out a few pictures, most of them were selfies with her friends or random pictures taken throughout her day. She went through a few more until she found one from months ago.

In the picture, Y/n was sitting on the bed, legs spread, wearing a brown vest with matching tailored trousers. It was a mirror selfie, the phone slightly covering her face, but you could still see part of her left side.

It wasn't a thirst trap by all means, of course not. She was completely covered except for her arms, as she wasn't wearing a t-shirt under the vest.

She wasn't sure she looked good at all. The pimple on her face bothered her, she even thought about editing the picture to take it off. Y/n rolled on the carpet and stared at the picture some more. I mean, why shouldn't she post it? Maybe her friends would even give her a bit of a boost, her ego needed it today, right?

In a few seconds, the pictures were posted.

Minutes later, Y/n was asleep.

The next morning Y/n woke up with a carpet burn on her cheek from sleeping on the rug on the floor. The pain in her back also reminded her why she should always sleep on her bed.

Y/n rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched herself. But the phone in the corner of her eye caught her attention, the screen bright and buzzing, the annoying sounds of notifications filling the room.

Frowning, Y/n picked up the phone. Surely someone had died; that was the only reason she had so many notifications on her screen. But as Y/n unlocked her phone, she realised what she had done the night before.

13,456 likes.

548 comments.

Her heart dropped.

She had posted the picture on her main account, not her private one.

Of course, it wasn't anything inappropriate or anything that could get her in trouble. It was just a nice picture of her feeling confident while wearing something a little more stylish to Arsenal's annual women's dinner.

Still, she thought she was posting it on her private profile. She expected two or three comments from her friends, but now even sports profiles like Sky Sport and Barclays WSL had commented.

Y/n ran her hands dramatically over her face. If she had been born a Victorian child, her life would be easier.

Would it be embarrassing to just delete it and pretend it never happened? Fuck the 21st century and its social media-induced anxiety.

At first, Y/n thought about just deleting it, but then she saw that even her teammates had commented on it. Reading through the comments, she found some of her teammates. Kyra was true to her form.

Leah Williamson: Great way to show the world you're alive, kiddo.

Alessia Russo: Love the whole outfit xoxo

Katie McCabe: ❤️

Beth Mead: Look who showed up! Gorgeous girl.

Kyra Conney-Cross: Did someone hack u or something?

As she scrolled through the comments, she read some that weren't so nice. There were comments about her footballing ability, people criticising her lack of skill and people commenting on her body.

Some comments were downright mean. Others were more subtle. As she read them, her chest grew heavier and her eyes filled with tears.

She shouldn't care about the comments, they were bullshit... but what if they weren't? Maybe she should start paying more attention to how her body looked, instead of just worrying about her health and performance.

Abigail's words continued to play on Y/n's mind. Yes, she had a big shoulder, but if she ate a little less she could look different.

Y/n professional footballers could have different bodies. Some players were shorter, some taller, some girls were big and strong, and some were slim. Y/n just wanted to be on the slimmer side for once.

Y/n quickly got ready for school and took the tube, the loud noises of people talking around her made her feel uncomfortable, her palms were clammy and it seemed she couldn't help but tap her foot anxiously on the floor.

She still hadn't deleted the post. She probably wasn't going to, since a lot of people had already commented on it and the small Woso community on Twitter was talking about it. If Y/n deleted it, she would probably just stir things up even more.

At lunchtime that day, Y/n decided not to eat as she usually did. Instead, she chose a small portion of fried chicken and carrots. She was still hungry afterwards but decided to just concentrate on her schoolwork for the day and ignore the rumbling in her stomach and the headache that was forming in her frontal lobe.

When Y/n's school was over, she went straight to the tube, not stopping to say goodbye to her friends. She was already late for practice and, to be honest, her day at school had been awful. She zoned out during lessons and didn't pay any attention to what the teacher was saying about the next exam.

On the drive to Arsenal, Y/n scrolled through her Instagram. She had gained more and more followers, and the growing number made her feel a little sick. It was strange to go from 15,000 followers to 47,000 in less than a day.

It felt even stranger when half of her followers were still commenting on her pictures, pointing out the negative aspects of her body. Y/n knew they were just haters, but it still hit her in a bad way.

Arriving at Arsenal, she quickly greeted the staff and went to change into her training kit. She unexpectedly found Leah in the changing room, thinking all the girls were already on the pitch as she was the one who was running late.

"Hey kiddo," Leah said with a smile as she pulled on her boots. "Good thing you showed up, Renée was worried you got detention or something."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and pulled her hair into a ponytail. "Why does she always think I'm in detention when I'm late? I've never been in trouble before."

"First time for everything," Leah shrugged. "How was your day? Mine was awful, we had a lot of media day to do and you know I hate that."

Y/n smiled. "Mine was okay, at least I didn't have to stand in front of a camera all day, but I'm really sick of them lately, so I get your annoyance."

Leah gave her a look. "You're sick of cameras? You literally posted a picture yesterday. I feel like it's the first time I've seen a picture of you on Instagram that wasn't taken during a match."

"Well, that was a mistake, it wasn't supposed to be on my main account," Y/n explained, "and that's part of the reason why I'm sick of cameras...the media, everything that comes with it."

"But why? You look pretty, it's okay to post things about your own life, it helps people realise that you're not a robot and that you have a life outside the pitch."

"Well, yeah, but people are just mean," Y/n muttered. She hadn't intended to have this kind of conversation with Leah, not today. It wasn't that she didn't feel comfortable talking to Leah, but sometimes she found it hard to open up about personal things.

She would go to her captain if she had problems on the pitch. Would she tell Leah straight out that she had a body image problem? No. It felt too personal, too vulnerable and overall just embarrassing.

Leah frowned. "What do you mean? Did something happen?"

Y/n fidgeted in silence for a few seconds, not meeting Leah's eyes. Leah just stared at her, eyes wide, waiting for Y/n to tell her what was bothering her.

The Captain was very good at the silent and staring game, so Y/n gave in.

"It's that... some people just talk about how I look and how I should look and it's frustrating," Y/n finally let out a blurt. "I feel like it's never enough."

"I'm either too strong and muscular to be considered pretty, or too delicate like people my age. But at the same time, I can't look like most teenagers because most teenagers aren't professional athletes and don't have the same routine as we do."

When Y/n had finished talking, she realised that she had been holding on to her locker door a little too tightly.

It felt good to get her feelings out, her emotions weren't as heavy anymore, but the blush creeping across her face reminded her how uncomfortable she felt when she had to open up to someone.

"Oh kid, I didn't know you were going through this," Leah said, sitting down on one of the benches and patting the seat next to her. "Sit here, we can talk about it."

Leah looked at her pitifully. Y/n didn't like it very much, but she appreciated that Leah was trying to be supportive. Sometimes she forgot how Leah was in her shoes, having been a teenage professional footballer for Arsenal years ago.

But Leah, unlike Y/n, didn't really care what other people thought or what their opinions were. Y/n had a lot to learn from Leah, but the clock on the dressing room wall said she didn't have time to learn from Leah at the moment.

"Don't worry about it. It's no big deal," Y/n lied but still smiled at Leah.

The older girl didn't seem to believe her.

"I'm serious, I don't want you to feel like you have to keep things to yourself," Leah said in a soft voice that Y/n wasn't used to hearing. "It's hard being a teenager and having big responsibilities, but you have me if you ever need someone to talk to."

"Thanks, Le, but I'm fine, really," Y/n insisted, knowing that Leha wasn't the type to keep pushing.

"Well, I trust you'll ask someone if you need help," Leah finished, putting her arms around Y/n's shoulders and leading them to the field.

After a hard training session, the whole team gathered on the pitch, sweat on everyone's face. There was a big game coming up against Liverpool and Renée wasn't playing around, she insisted on working on everyone's speed and resistance.

Y/n thought she was going to be sick if she was honest. She didn't know if it was because the training was particularly hard or because it had been hours since Y/n had eaten, but by the end of the session her vision was blurred and her legs felt like jelly.

The youngest player sat down next to Kyra while Beth went around throwing protein bars at everyone.

"Protein bar distribution system." Beth kept shouting.

"Eat it up, kid, and don't say we don't share," Beth joked as a strawberry and white chocolate protein bar was thrown into Y/n's lap.

Y/n took the snack in her hands, fiddling with the wrapper as she debated whether or not to eat it. She was hungry, her head hurt and she was in a bad mood, but she didn't want to eat.

She could be strong enough to resist. It would all be for the greater good, a few weeks of eating less and she would be thinner. And then maybe the way her body looked wouldn't be a problem anymore.

The sun went down and all the girls talked and laughed. Y/n also tried to make conversation with Kyra and Alessia, but the older girls noticed that something was wrong with her.

"Bad day today?" Kyra asked, taking a sip of water and opening one of the protein bars. Hers had a nut and caramel flavour, and Y/n could smell the sugary scent. "You seem tired."

Y/n could hear her stomach growling but decided to ignore it. She could have an apple and some tea at home.

"Yeah, I'm... I'm just... I've got stuff to do at school." Y/n said. It wasn't necessarily a lie, but she didn't reveal what was really bothering her. It was enough that Leah already knew about the whole Instagram thing.

Y/n didn't want everyone in the team hovering over her, especially Kyra and Alessia, who were the only ones who treated her like a friend rather than a little sister. Alessia and Kyra were cool and Y/n wanted to be cool too.

"I get it. School is a nightmare." Kyra said, taking a bite out of the bar before lightly tapping Alessia's shoulder as she sat right next to Kyra.

"You can always ask Lessie for help, she went to university and all," Kyra added cheekily.

Alessia rolled her eyes playfully at Kyra but gave Y/n a warm smile. "Kyra's annoying but she's right, if you're having trouble with any subjects just let me know, you can come to my house and I'll help you study."

"Am I invited too?" Kyra asked with a pout on her face.

"You won't be of any help," Y/n said.

"Rude," Kyra replied, but changed the subject, "Hey, aren't you going to eat that? Please don’t make me and Alessia eat everything alone!" she joked, as she pointed at the protein bar, long forgotten by Y/n's side.

Y/n bit her lip. "I'm not hungry."

"Really? I thought you'd be starving after all that running," Kyra said. “Aren’t you going through puberty or something like that?" She teased, “I thought growing athletes should eat more.

"I had a full lunch today," Y/n lied. "I'm fine, I'll eat later. And please never use the word puberty around me again or else I’ll kick the ball in my own face"

Alessia and Kyra laughed at Y/n and didn’t say anything back. The three got caught up in other conversations and Y/n was happy they didn't keep on pushing.

She didn’t want to bother them with whatever she had going on. Alessia and Kyra always looked so confident and good in their skin, Y/n didn’t want to look like the awkward insecure teen.

Y/n the thoughts forming in her head weren’t good or healthy, but it seemed like they were stronger than her, and getting louder each day.

Notes: Please like, share and let me know what you think! Feedback is important and makes me want to write even more. :D

Notes//2: if somebody liked it I can write part 2 :)