#everything is fixed now but it ruined my vibes for the night.

[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Just sexual tension in this chap hehe, more explicit as we go. Gojo is really a dick at first FYI

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 4.2k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? .You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished. This was my first gojo fic so maybe a Lil less put together than my current ones

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Chapter 1

You looked up at him from your desk. You were tired, so damn tired. You needed a fucking break, a long one. Your mind wanders to that vacation away from Tokyo that will never happen, not because you don’t have vacation days or money. Nope, it was  because you work far too fucking much, twelve to sixteen hour days sometimes. For him, your damn boss, Satoru Gojo.

Always asking you to stay late, always running his errands, saving his ass, covering for him. Writing speeches, making presentations, finding him dates even. When Gojo wanted something, he got it, and it didn't matter if it ruined every plan you ever had, you had to get it done for him.

He ran casinos, owned a hotel, a nightclub, you name it, Satoru Gojo owned it. He’d inherited some from his family but mostly he was self made. Even the tower you worked in, Kamo Tower, was one of the best in the city. Everything Gojo touched seemed to turn to gold, or better yet platinum.

You had been so excited two years ago to be his intern, then ecstatic when you quickly moved up the ranks to be his head assistant. You made good money, enough to send home to your family and take care of them too. But you literally were constantly at that man's beck and call.

Your tired eyes lower as you rest your chin on your hand for a moment, for even last night at two am you'd had to run to his fucking rescue.

You were asleep, but the phone never stops fucking buzzing.

Dick boss: I need you.

You: no.

Dick boss: triple OT pay?

You: fuck. What is it?

Dick Boss: I'm in a bit of a bind…

The bind? Three passed out naked women in his bed, and a room destroyed, that he needed to get fixed so he could sleep. Yeah.

The night before? Well he had urgently needed you to pick out his outfit for his soiree, he was too coked out to pick apparently. And Gojo Satoru had so many three piece suits, ties and shoes, it was actually disgusting.

Nanami Kento walks up to you, overworked from his own boss in the building, a trait you two share as head assistants. He hands you a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup, with your name written on it in sharpie, clearly from one of the coffee shops nearby. If you had time to have a fucking life you would have flirted with him, for sure. Maybe he would have, too?

Dirty blonde and handsome, his suit stretched across his muscles just so… and fuck if he didn’t look like he needed a damn vacation too.

“Long night?” Kento asked, grabbing you out of your thoughts, an amused and tired expression on his face. You sigh, nodding.

“Thank you for the coffee. I owe ya one.” You let the sweet liquid hit your lips, eyes peering to Gojo's office. There was some lady in there, pretty as fuck in some crazy attempt at business stripper, but he for some reason was scowling at you. What, you dared to sip coffee and not work for two minutes?

“Not at all. Happy birthday.” 

“Shit that’s today?” You teased, but you did know.

“We don’t really get birthdays.”

“Haha no we don’t. But thank you!”

“Of course. Take care of yourself okay? Gojo is… ugh.” Nanami looked disgusted as he shook his head, pushing up his fancy glasses. You couldn’t help but giggle at that as Nanami walked off.

Your phone rings, because of course Gojo can't just come to you, you must go to him. Your eyes roll.

“Yes, Sir?” You answer the phone, tapping your glittery manicured nails on your desk, the one treat you gave yourself.

“My office.” That silken command may have excited most women, shit, most human beings, but it was a source of annoyance for you.

“Coming.”

You sighed, hanging up the phone and sipping your coffee. The office coffee usually went cold daily with the amount of shit you had to do. You smooth down your dress, adjusting the buckle of your belt just a tad before walking towards the giant glass office.

Gojo’s office had floor to ceiling windows surrounding it that had a ridiculous view of the cityscape below. You all were on the top floor of Kamo Tower, after all. The air was filled with a faint scent, woodsy and fresh, a signature fragrance that lingered in the space, distinctive to Gojo.

As you enter, you see Gojo himself reclining casually in a lavish chair, his signature Gucci sunglasses on, covering those ridiculous blue eyes. Which you honestly appreciated because he made shit hard to focus, even after two years of working as his assistant.

“Sir?” You stand there cautiously, thinking of just putting in your notice then and fucking there, like that dream you had in your two hours of sleep.

“Status update on my meetings?”

“I sent you them all.” He smirked, arrogant. You grit your teeth. “You have two meetings today, Sir, one for the new hotel partnership, then you have a meeting with Mr. Suguru about your casino. And of course, you have your event tonight.”

“Speaking of that, I need you to come with me tonight for the charity ball.” You sigh, shutting the door behind you, resting your aching head against it.

“I asked for tonight off.” You murmur, and Gojo scoffs, grinning, damn fangs like some vampire glinting from the sun that beamed in. He stands, stretching his long elegant limbs, before he walks closer to you, making the scent of him waft through your senses.

“I'll pay you well. Plus you’ll be going as my date for the event, not going to make you actually work. You'll get to relax and shit. Drinks and food.”

“As your date?” You blink, pursing your lips.

“I know, it’s kinda a dream scenario.” He laughed at his own joke, a habit he certainly had.

“Since when does CEO Satoru need a date? Especially me . I can just arrange you a date like I always do.”

“It's a delicate partnership and I need someone who is smart. Not eye candy. I need you, law school girl. Plus you’re American, and a lot of the people there are too. So it’s a no brainer.” You sighed, the comment about eye candy biting.

Men hit on you pretty frequently, any time you weren’t working, which you could not say was very often. But of course Gojo banged models on the regular, and you had no time to look like a model, you barely had time to slap on some mascara and concealer every day to hide how tired you were.

“So you don't need anyone pretty… is what you're saying.”

He pauses then, frowning at you. “You're very pretty.” He'd never said that. He'd barely complimented your work. You catch your breath; looking up at him, curious how he had gotten just an inch away.

“‘Not eye candy.’”

“We'll no, you dress kinda boring… like business and shit. Not sexy at all. I mean I’ve never seen you not in a business dress unless it’s at night and I call you, then you wear pajama shorts and shit?”

You snort. “I would dress up if I had a life. All I do is work.”

“Exactly, that’s what I mean by not ‘eye candy’. How you dress, not your looks. But I'll make sure your outfit looks killer, no need to thank me.” Gojo winks at you, lowering his shades, those insane cerulean eyes making you overheat against your will. Big and glittering with silver, the irises the prettiest blue that the earth could scarcely recreate. Eyes that made anyone do anything he wanted.

You were almost immune to that by now.

“It's my fucking birthday and you want me to do overtime?” You demand, and frowns with those full lips.

“Birthday?” Gojo looks confused, as if you should not have one of them, for it’s inconvenient.

“Yeah. Twenty-sixth.”

He evaluates you. “Why did I think you were like twenty two?”

“I’m not sure. If I was I wouldn’t even have my law degree yet, baby face maybe. But it’s my third birthday here, and you never give me the day off. I will absolutely not put in OT.”

“What, you have plans, hot shot?” Gojo chuckles, his tone mocking.

No. Sure don't. “Yep.” You lie. He knows.

“Cancel em.” He shakes a hand dismissively and you scowl.

“No.” You cross your arms under your breasts, and his gaze darts down for the briefest of moments.

“No?” No one turned Gojo down. No one ever told the gorgeous CEO no. His six foot four frame hunched as he placed an arm on one side of you, peering down, frown still on his handsome features. You bravely glare back up at him.

“No. Gojo, I'm really exhausted, and I just want to have fun and actually relax for my birthday.”

“Have fun with me. And make killer money. Win win.”

“That's work. Not fun.”

“Hmm.” He tilts your chin up with his long fingers, making you peer up at him, surprised at the contact. “I'll make it fun. Promise. Then I'll give you the day off tomorrow. Deal?”

“I could find you a smart American girl? Eye candy too.”

“You're my best, though, I need you.”

Bastard.

“Ugh. Fine.”

He grins, and you catch a breath as he backs away. “Good. I'll have the outfit brought to your apartment later? I’m assuming you don’t have anything fancy enough for this one.”

“Probably not. Fine. Need my size?”

His eyes are drinking you in as he smirks. “You think I haven’t gathered your size by now?” Your cheeks overheat. Though you’re used to him, at the end of the day you still had a damn vagina, and it reacted to him. He chuckled deeply, turning away and waving a hand. “You're dismissed.”

Just like that, your birthday night was just work. Work for Gojo.

***

“Can’t wait to put in my two weeks ugh.” You grumble to yourself as you finish up your makeup, for once having fun with it. If you had to work your birthday you would absolutely look gorgeous for it. Lashes, winged liner, red lips.

The dress he had ordered laid in a satin box on your white day bed. You sigh, opening it finally, and you blink rapidly as you look at the gown encased in baby blue and white tissue paper, the colors of Gojo himself. You gently pulled out the gown and most of your irritation died off.

Black and decked with sequins, it glittered in the light, it was a velvety fabric, as soft as a caress. As you slid it on it glided over your curves, accentuating the nip at your waist, the arch of your hips. The neckline plunged ridiculously low, revealing a generous amount of cleavage that you typically kept under wraps at work. You wonder how Gojo knew you had just so much up top…

Pervert is what he was.

Pervert with killer taste.

The dress had a slit that went dangerously up one of your well toned thighs, exposing nearly all of one leg, while the rest of the dress hit the floor. It was if he truly knew every measurement you had, for the dress could not have hit any better. Those damn analyzing eyes of his…

You spun to look at the back of the dress, which dipped daringly as well, exposing an expanse of skin, from shoulder blades down to the dimples on your lower back. You rummage through your little cherry wood jewelry box, eyeing to see what would work with the dress. Luckily, everything went well with black, so you snatched up a pretty silver cross necklace and earrings.

A text pops up, and you read it.

Dick Boss: Waiting out front in the car.

You: Just a few.

You slip on your shoes and spritz some body spray on, your favorite from Victoria’s Secret you save for special things, then slide on a pair of black heeled boots, contemplating putting on underwear. Did it matter what kind? It wasn’t like you’d had any dick since like college at this point. And you definitely weren’t fucking Gojo, since neither of you were interested.

You because you saw the girls he fucked. Him because… you weren’t ‘arm candy’. Or a dumb ass bimbo. Sometimes you wished you were, since they seemed sweet and happy in life, while you drowned.

Dick Boss: I’m waiting…”

Fucking Gojo. Ugh. You decide to slide on some lacy boy shorts, just in case that slit did go too high you’d have some coverage. Peeking one last time at the mirror, you had to admit you looked beautiful. You text Gojo.

You: Coming now.

You locked up and headed down the stairs of the apartment building, and there was Kiyotaka, Gojo’s driver, opening the door of the black limo for you. Kiyotaka, who somehow was your age now. That boggled your mind more than Nanami. Gojo wore people out, very clearly, but even you had it easier than Kiyotaka.

“My lady.” He said sweetly, and you smiled at him, sliding in, and there Gojo was across from you, long arms spread across the backs of the seat, his head rested back so that his throat was exposed. His head snapped down, and he looked right at you, no sunglasses, only those eyes. His lips parted, and you tensed, prepared for some lewd comment or rude one.

He blinked those white spiky lashes, arms sliding down as Kiyotaka shut the door, gaze taking you in ever so slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. You felt yourself holding your breath as it lazily traveled down and back up your body, clutching your little black evening bag tightly.

“You look…” He trailed off, shaking his head a bit.

“Thank you for the dress.” You cut him off. He exhaled, nodding.

“Of course. Consider it my birthday gift. You look… really fucking hot.”

You giggled at that. Not beautiful or breathtaking. But you’d take it. “Thank you, the dress is so beautiful.”

“Your body is that banging and you hide it like that?” He was somehow right next to you now, and you shiver a bit at the nearness. “I should reprimand you.”

You roll your eyes. “I can’t dress like this at work.”

“You sure the fuck can. I’m the boss, I say so.” His fingertips trailed down your shoulder, and it sent tingles through your body. Why was he so close? “I’m buying you a new wardrobe.”

“The fuck you are. I like to be professional, unlike you.” You smack his hand off errantly, and your bare shoulder grew cold without the touch.

“You do really look good.” You took in his outfit, a black tux, which fit his slim muscles perfectly. It was some shit Bruce Wayne would wear. Maybe Gojo was some super hero or villain. It would fit.

“You do too. You always do.”

“I know.” He winked at you, leaning forward to snatch up champagne and pop it, pouring you both glasses. You took one, letting the bubbles tickle your nose, taking a sip of the sweet drink, moaning softly and shutting your eyes.

“Delicious.” You lick your lower lip and find him a breath away. You don’t move, but you’re frozen, confused as he looks at you like he never has. “Satoru?”

“Are you really thinking of quitting?” He asked softly. You have never seen Gojo like this.

“How did you know?”

“I know everything, baby girl.” He gently runs his long fingers through your hair, a rare frown on his lips.

“Baby girl? The fuck, Satoru. Yes I was thinking of it, an seducing me is not going to change my mind. Is that the point of this?” You demand, irritated, and against your better judgement, fucking horny. His eyes study your own seriously.

“If that was my intention, you’d damn sure know.” Each word was bit out, distinctive, and his hand tightened in your hair, far too strong, yanking your head back. You scowl up at him, your hands clenched into fists.

“Oh, would I?” You challenged him, notching your chin up a bit. He laughed but it was without humor.

“How many women have you heard me fuck in my office? How many have you had to send home? You think I don’t know how to fuck the shit out of you if I wanted to. You wouldn’t even be able to walk.”

Gojo’s whisper was against your lips, and you could taste whiskey on his breath, mixed with his mints he constantly sucked on. He wasn’t touching you, but he was so close you could feel him…

“I won’t fuck you though, so what’s the point of even joking about it. You don’t want me anyway. Not your type.” He snorted, and one of his big hands came to your waist, touching the bare skin of your back and wreaking havoc on every sense you’ve ever had.

“You know my type?” You nod. His thumb brushed under your breast, an action that made the peaks of your breasts tighten, aching against the sequined gown. Damn if his gaze didn’t drop down. You cursed yourself. “The women who entertain me aren’t necessarily my type.”

“Hmm.” It grew difficult to focus. You sip your champagne, leaning back a bit, but Gojo’s grip stays. “It doesn’t matter. You’re talking out of your ass. Too much cocaine tonight?”

His grip tightened, and it made you gasp, looking up at his darkened eyes in the dim light of the limo. “I haven’t had any. I’m just pretty fucking irritated my best assistant wants to leave. You’re ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful!” You snort at that, tossing back the champagne and grabbing at his hand, his wrist, trying to get him off of you. “How the fuck, Satoru? I literally do everything for you!”

“And I pay you damn good!”

“I know. I’d rather be broke somewhere than do sixteen hour days. It’s my damn birthday and here I am!”

“As if you really had plans. You have no friends and no life.”

“Bullshit.” You grit your teeth, shoving at his hard chest. “That’s because I have no damn time! You think I wouldn’t have a boyfriend or something by now?”

“Maybe that’s your problem, why you’re so bitchy and stuck up all the damn time. You need to get fucked good.”

You slapped him then. Slapped your Boss. Slapped Satoru Gojo.

His hand caught your wrist, brutally squeezing, pale cheek just hinted with pink from your mark.

“Ring a little true?”

“I can get fucked if I want.” You yank your hand back.

“I didn’t say that. Clearly you can get fucked. It’s just you don’t even want to and you blame it on my hours, as if you were the type.”

“I’d fuck Nanami Kento if I had any damn time.” Gojo’s eyes widened at that, and his grip on your waist became brutal. “Yep. Sure would. He’s built as fuck, oh and he remembered my birthday. If either of us had time I sure would. So does that answer it for you?”

Gojo bared his teeth at her, a little blue vein in his temple popping out. Your heart beats in your chest, brutally, the thudding loud in your ears. “You… would fuck… Nanami… Kento?”

Each of his words were forced through his teeth.

Ah, you made him mad.

Good.

“Who wouldn’t? He’s hot.” You try to shrug casually.

“Out of anyone in the office?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Including me.”

You open your mouth to say yes, but you know it’s not fucking true. Of course you’d have fucked Gojo, if he wasn’t a dick boss, if he was just a dude…

Look at him.

“Cat got your tongue?” His free hand caught your chin, forcing your gaze to his piercing one. You gulp, licking your lips.

“No.”

“No, what?” His voice was a wicked caress.

“No… not including you. Goddammit. Is that what you want to hear? That I’m not blind? Of course you’re attractive, and you know it, stupid!”

He scoffed. “You’re childish.”

“You!” You shoved at him again, and he let you go, grabbing your glass and refilling it, watching you like a hawk. “It changes nothing. I am planning to leave. I will find a replacement, someone even better than me.”

“There is no one better.” He sounded sincere, a rare thing for Gojo, emotion cracking in his voice as he downed his own glass.

“You think fucking me will keep me as your damn assistant?”

“It’s worth a shot. I’m the best fuck there is.” He shrugged, some of that casual demeanor coming back, and you wanted to yell at your body for its reaction.

“It won’t happen.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“You’re my boss!”

“But you’re leaving.”

“I…”

“Hmm? You seem at a loss for words.” You scowl, looking out the window as the lights flickered by.

“Are we there yet?”

“Childish.”

“Says you!”

“You need a good orgasm. Or ten. Get you to be less of a stuck up nag.”

“I do not! And I am not!”

“You do, and you are.”

“I orgasm plenty, thanks!” You felt your body on fire at that, and Gojo couldn’t look more satisfied, like the Cheshire fucking cat, the grin as wide as it could go, running his hand through his silken white locks.

“Oh, do tell.” He practically purred.

“Cut the shit, Satoru. You’ve never talked like this in the years I’ve worked with you, where the fuck do you get off?”

“I get off in women. Or on them.” He shrugged, enjoying your open mouth, once again lost for words.

“You know I did not mean that!”

“Where do you get off? On a dildo maybe.” You blinked, eyebrows low in a scowl, wanting to hit him again. “No, don’t look the type. Maybe a rose toy. Hmm… or just these little things.” Gojo lifted your hand, already small but ridiculously small in his own, swallowed by him. “They don’t hit deep enough, do they?” His whisper shook you to your core.

You burned, breathless, as he held out his own hand to yours, fingers so fucking long they rivaled the length of a dude’s dick. Likely larger than the couple of dude’s in college, which was about all of your experience. He grinned as you stared on, palm hot and hard against your own.

“I… you…” You wanted to cuss him out. Quit right then.

You also wanted his fingers in you.

“I could get you off, put you in a good mood. We don’t have to have sex for that.” His hand took your own, putting your hand by your heat, between your thighs.

“Why… are you…act- acting like this?” You managed to breathe out, but you had no energy to move away from him, or shove his hand off. Because if you were being honest with yourself, you’d love to ride your frustration out on him.

“Maybe I realize how much I need you to stay as my assistant.” Gojo’s supple lips kiss down your jaw, firm but delicate, as his hand brutally grabs yours and shoves it against yourself, moaning in your ear. “Is my assistant already hot for me? Are you that easy to get wet?”

“Fuck off.”

It’s a whisper. You want it. And you hate him. You hate that your pussy is pulsing against your joined fingers through the barrier of your panties, that the moan in your ear made you wonder what he sounded like when he came. Gojo slid his own finger against your panties, pausing, moaning again, pulling back to look at you.

He was gorgeous.

Your chest rose and fell with your breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered, and something was just different. You saw Gojo with women, always so self assured. But something seemed surprised, vulnerable, when his long finger pressed against the damp sticky fabric, just grazing your clit. You arched your hips up, and his fingertip ran up slightly, pressing more, and Gojo’s lips were just a breath away…

“We’re here, Sir, my Lady.”

Fuck.

You two shot apart, and you struggled to catch your breath, adjusting your dress, gulping down one more glass for good measure. Gojo adjusted his pants, not even looking at you, clearing his throat. You cursed as you saw his tie.

“You can’t tie a tie for shit, Satoru.” You leaned over to him, pulling it apart gently and re-tying it. You noticed his Adam's apple bob up and down. He was quiet. Satoru Gojo, quiet. “There.”

“Thanks.” He said gruffly, and your eyes met.

What the fuck just happened?

Kiyotaka opened the door, exposing them to some cool night air, and you got out, curious just how the fuck this birthday night was going to go.

Chapter 2

Completed fic on ao3, will post chaps on here as well

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/140629990

[rafeys-sweetie]

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𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

| Prologue |

(You said we’re not together, so now when we kiss I’ve got anger issues. You said baby no attachment…)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ Situation-ship.

ᴄᴡ: ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ.

౨ৎ

There’s nothing poetic about a gas station at 1:47 in the morning.

The lights are too bright, the hum of the freezer section is loud enough to drill into your skull, and your uniform shirt sticks to the back of your neck with a special kind of hell sweat. You’ve got one headphone in, no customers for the last hour, and a slow, looping playlist dragging through your ears all synth, low bass, aching female vocals and lyrics about being used and pretending not to care.

It fits.

Your shift’s almost over, and you’re in autopilot. You mop. You zone out. You rest your arms on the counter and scroll your phone. You don’t speak unless you have to. And you never smile unless it’s fake.

So when the front door slams open like someone’s being chased, and a human hurricane crashes into you full speed, your first thought is fuck this job.

Your back hits the dirty tile. Hard.

A tangle of limbs and heat lands on top of you for a second before scrambling back, half laughing, halfcoughing, smelling like cheap cologne and smoke and sex and ocean water.

“Shit,” he breathes back a laugh. “You okay?”

You blink up at him. Blond. Grinning. Shirt hanging off one shoulder. Twix bar in one hand. And those eyes bloodshot but shining, blue like pool water that’s been fucked up with chlorine and sunburns and too many bad decisions. Stoner vibes.

“Jesus,” you mutter, pushing yourself upright. “Are you fucking blind?”

“Nah, just fast,” he says, brushing off his knees like you’re the one who got in his way. “You were standing there like a goddamn mannequin, I thought you were fake.”

You stare.

“I-okay, I heard it,” he says, backing up with his hands raised. “That sounded worse out loud.”

You say nothing.

Just fix your uniform, stand, and start walking back to the counter.

“Wait, wait-” He jogs a little to keep up, looking more amused than apologetic. “I didn’t mean fake fake. Just, like… super still. You know. Like spooky hot girl energy.”

You glance at him. “Spooky hot?”

He shrugs. “It’s a compliment.”

“You knocked me on my ass,” you reply flatly. “The least you could do is not be a fucking creep about it.”

He grins. “You’re kinda mouthy for someone who almost died in front of the Gatorade section.”

You don’t laugh. But your mouth twitches, just slightly.

He sees it.

And he likes it.

“Okay, shit,” he says, watching you from across the counter. “You work nights here? That’s crazy, you don’t look like you belong here.”

You roll your eyes and start scanning his stuff. Candy bar. Gatorade. A pack of gum. And of course a single gold-foil condom.

You hold it up with two fingers. “You’re kidding me.”

“What?” he says, feigning innocence. “A guy’s gotta be prepared.”

“For what, exactly?”

He leans on the counter, grinning. “I dunno…Unexpected threesomes, gas station meet cutes, accidental floor sex with a pretty girl I just tackled.”

Your eyebrows raise.

“Gotta say,” he adds, gaze dropping ever so slightly, “you took that fall really well, your thighs? Fuck. Like, Olympic level sturdy I was impressed.”

You don’t blush. You just stare.

“You realize you’re not charming,” you say, voice dry. “You’re just horny.”

“Can’t I be both?”

“No.”

He licks his lips and taps the counter with two fingers. “Alright. Fine. I’ll cool it. What’s your name anyway?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n,” he repeats tasting it. “Hot.”

You slide his bag across the counter. “You say that about everything with tits?”

“Not true. I’ve got standards. You’re just, like-” he gestures wildly “stupid hot like, ruin my life in a 7-Eleven bathroom hot.”

You huff. “You’re so full of shit.”

“And yet,” he says, reaching for his bag, “you’re still standing here.”

You cross your arms. “Because I work here.”

He leans in, elbows on the counter, voice low and smug. “Or maybe you’re curious.”

You meet his gaze without blinking. “Maybe I like watching men embarrass themselves.”

That pulls a laugh out of him loud, unfiltered. His hand rakes through his hair. His chain swings against his chest. He looks at you like he knows he should shut up but has no intention of doing it.

“I’m JJ, by the way,” he says, biting into the Twix like you didn’t just roast him. “In case you wanna dream about me later.”

“I won’t.”

“Liar.”

You toss his receipt at him and start wiping down the counter.

But before he leaves, he scribbles something on the back of the receipt.

His number.

He slides it toward you, eyes never leaving your face. “Just in case you get bored. Or lonely. Or wet.”

You stare.

He winks.

Then he turns and walks out the door, his beat-up sneakers squeaking against the linoleum.

You look down at the receipt.

- JJ Maybank. Call me if you wanna make a mistake.

An hour later, your phone buzzes.

Unknown Number: you forgot to kiss me goodnight

You: you forgot your hat, dumbass

JJ: shit.

that’s a good excuse to see you again intentional?

u trying to seduce me in that crusty uniform?

You: i’m trying to get through my shift without stabbing a customer

JJ: kinky.

u free tomorrow night?

i need my hat

and i’m bringing a blunt and snacks and condoms

(jk unless)

You: you’re actually the worst person i’ve ever met

JJ: and yet u replied interesting.

You: because you left your hat not because i like you

JJ: sure keep telling urself that

By the time your shift ends, you’ve exchanged 37 texts. Mostly dumb jokes, weed references, and him trying to flirt with you like it’s a competitive sport.

You’re not giving much. You never do. People drain you. You like silence. You like being in control. You don’t get comfortable with strangers especially cocky, pretty boys who look like they treat women like revolving doors.

But JJ… there’s something else under all the bullshit. He’s funny. Fast. Filthy, yeah but not dull. And for the first time in a while, something about the way he talks makes your stomach do this awful, embarrassing flip.

You hate it.

But you don’t stop texting him.

At 3:32AM, he says.

JJ: u got school Monday?

You: yeah

senior year

same as everyone else

JJ: no shit

i’ve never seen u around

u invisible or just exclusive?

You: i keep to myself

you’d be surprised how easy it is when you don’t give a fuck

JJ: hot.

mysterious loner girl energy

i’m into it

how many friends u got?

You: 3

maybe 2.5

depends on the day

JJ: damn

u really don’t fuck with people huh

You: people don’t fuck with me

JJ: i do

You stare at that one longer than you should.

Your fingers type and delete a reply five times before you settle on

You: that’s your problem then

JJ:u have no idea

You fall asleep at 4AM with your phone on your chest and a knot in your stomach you can’t explain.

He’s trouble.

He wants to fuck… That part’s obvious.

But you need more friends anyways at least that’s what your parents say.

[makeyoumine69]

Daddy Patrick going down on us, pretty please!🤭

Daddy Knows Best 3.0

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Patrick wakes you up in the best possible way (in his opinion, hehe).

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut, Daddy kink, oral sex (pussy eating and a bit of rimming), body worship, mild somnophilia, established relationships, fingering, Patrick is obsessed af, finger sucking, nipple play, hair pulling (Patrick receiving), dirty talk, pet names.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1.7k

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂: London Boys—I’m Gonna Give My Heart

𝐀/𝐍: Hey guys! This was supposed to be a drabble, but then…well, I guess I went back to my Daddy Kink era, lmao. I hope you enjoy it! I have several drabbles in my drafts related to Daddy kink, so I will probably spam with them in the near future!

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: [MASTERLIST]; [Daddy Knows Best 1.0]; [Daddy Knows Best 2.0].

The last day at work was pure hell, you were so tired and exhausted that when you got back to Bateman's apartment you blacked out too fast. You didn't even remember if you had sex or not.

Maybe you did, maybe you didn't, but knowing Patrick, you wouldn't be surprised if he used your exhausted state to his advantage, since he was definitely into things like Somnophilia. And what about that night when you suddenly felt dizzy after the glass of wine he gave you?

Too many questions without answers, but that's how it worked when you were involved with a man like Patrick Bateman—he kept you on your toes almost all the time and somehow you even started to love it, but it wasn't really easy to admit that.

The first rays of sunlight of that Saturday morning pierced through the blinders and cast soft shadows over your sleeping form. Bateman's bedroom looked immaculate as always, everything in its place, the white walls now painted a golden hue by the sun. You were deep in sleep, wrapped in a blanket, unaware that Patrick, who had been awake for a long time and you hadn't even heard his alarm, had already finished his morning routine, including his workout and a brisk shower. Now his attention was all on you, on the way your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the curve of your hips so fucking alluring that he couldn't resist touching them through the blanket.

A soft purr escaped your parted lips, but you were still asleep. Even when he slowly pulled the blanket down, exposing your barely covered form, you didn't wake up, which only made things more exciting for him. With a mischievous grin, the man watched as you involuntarily rolled onto your back and that was the perfect opportunity for him to dive between your legs as he lay at your feet, stroking your ankles and then your shins as gently as he could. Bateman didn't really want to wake you—not yet. Inflamed, he carefully made you spread your thighs wider, as if you were doing it on your own, without his help. Patrick wanted to believe that even in your sleep you belonged only to him, that every little fiber of you was his to crave, to possess, to ruin. He wanted to believe that, no matter how delusional his fantasies were.

"Mmm..." You suddenly gasped, your hands sliding along the smooth sheets beneath you, his eyes already fixed on your still relaxed face.

Fuck, you looked so sexy. 

Bateman could enjoy just watching you sleeping like this, but the nagging sensation in his gut was something he couldn't ignore—he had to feed it to keep himself from burning out from the fire blazing in his system. At a certain point, the man noticed that his own breathing was getting faster and faster, his control was still there, but the urge to just rip that transparent nightgown you were wearing was threatening to overwhelm him. 

Shit. This wasn't as easy as it was with other women. You were different and he hated himself for letting you affect him in such a way that he was now really nervous of doing something that would ruin his perfectly crafted façade of a gentleman. A boy-next-door vibe that was both his curse and his blessing.

But here he was, lying between your legs, his hands slowly caressing your thighs until he finally leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on your mound, then bending lower until he had to pull up the hem of your nightgown so he could feel your warm skin. The moment his tongue touched your delicate petals, you arched your back like a bowstring and somehow your hands found their way to his head between your thighs. 

Slowly, you opened your eyes and took a deep breath before looking down to see him pressing his face into you, breathing in your scent. At first you couldn't believe what you had just seen. Perhaps you were still dreaming?

"Patrick," you whispered his name and he kissed your sensitive clit in response. "Am I dreaming?"

Patrick smirked smugly, barely holding back a titter. "And what if you are?" His hot breath tickled your skin whenever he spoke. "Shall I wake you up?"

"No," you replied faster than you could think. "Please, go on."

"Please...?"

You smiled shyly and closed your eyes again. "Please, Daddy."

The second Bateman was about to call you his good girl, he stopped, thinking he had used that nickname too often. Instead, he decided to use the language of action. Without further ado, he plunged his tongue into your lascivious pussy, the taste hitting him hard— it sent shock waves through his body, he could feel the tension forming at the base of his balls. But right now he couldn't concentrate on anything but you.

As he lapped at your now wet cunt, Patrick had to hold your legs open as you convulsed, literally writhing on the bed at how masterfully he was eating you out. Knowing when to lick, when to suck, when to kiss, when to nip.

"A-ahhh-Daddy," your voice was about to burst from the excitement. Bateman didn't hesitate and only intensified his actions, taking your little nub into his hot mouth and sucking it rhythmically with that slurping sound that set you ablaze. "More... I need more..."

What an insatiable little whore you were, he thought, but complied, little did he know that your desperation was just the perfect tool to manipulate him. Bateman might be a good manipulator, using his charm to get what he wanted, but you were no different. For you knew that YOU were his weakest point. Whether he denied it or not didn't matter.

When he suddenly pulled away from you, only to lift your hips a little to give your asshole a quick lick, you wiggled in his grasp, feeling embarrassed, and the man didn't press further, returning to his previous position to continue playing with your throbbing clit. As he huffed against your slit, his face became more flushed than ever, his brown hair was nothing but a mess and he didn't even care if you pulled too hard at times, knowing you were so close to exploding right in his face. He could also read it from the way your legs were shaking, and when he decided to put them on his shoulders, you moaned even louder, prompting him to use one of his thumbs as a pacifier as he pushed it into your mouth. 

Whimpering around his finger, you sucked on it with all your might, feeling the coil in your core about to snap as your hands were busy tugging at his disheveled hair. You didn't even realize you were bucking your hips against his face, desperately anticipating the release that was about to wash over you like a waterfall. 

It was exhilarating and terrifying. Like an unstable element that could not be controlled.

"Fuck, you're so hot," the man murmured into your soaped pussy, now using his fingers to make you cum. First he pushed one finger in, then added another, curling them to massage the spongy spot. "So wet, mhm-mm you make Daddy so proud," oh God, his raspy voice was your personal turn-on. The depth of it, the velvety timbre, the vibration cursing through your bundle of nerves, it was getting too much. "But now... I want you to gimme everything you've got, sweetcheeks. Everything! Will you do it for Daddy?"

Damn, Bateman could be so persuasive sometimes. So demanding. Especially when he used his mouth like this, his digits knuckled deep into your pulsating cleft as he massaged you from the inside, lifting his hazel eyes to your tensed face from time to time as he wanted to witness you unraveling for him. 

Trembling, you almost bit his thumb as he cupped the soft mound of your breast, twisting your hard nipple between his wet fingers with calculated precision. After giving your blushing bud several wet strokes with his tongue, he suddenly pressed his perfectly shaped nose against it to nuzzle it. And that friction eventually helped you fall over the edge, and as you climaxed you froze in a silent scream, your head tilted back, your toes curled, and you had to claw at your own skin from the surging waves of pleasure. 

In fact, you just died and came back to life.

Patrick stopped only after he had cleaned every last ounce of your cum, savoring its taste and licking it off his fingers. Gasping for air, you tried to catch the sight of him with your disoriented gaze. The red tint that painted his cheeks, neck, shoulders and chest looked so sexy on him. 

In the blink of an eye, you sat down on the bed to get closer to him. Bateman didn't flinch, intrigued by your sudden audacity, and you didn't hesitate to trace a wet line across his rapidly rising chest. A lick, then another more tantalizing one that started between his toned pecs and went down to his happy trail, but then he stopped you.

"Uh, uh," he urged, pressing a finger to your lips. "I'm not playing these games with you."

Smirking, you gave him your most innocent look as you peered at him from under your lashes. "I just want to return the favor...you made me feel so good, Daddy. So, so good!"

The sly, fox-like smile that played across your face was both provocative and sophisticated, but it compelled the man to let you have your way only out of interest—he reassured himself. Nothing serious, he could swear. 

Wait, was he losing it already?

"Oh, that's really sweet of you," Bateman crooned, grinning brightly. "And how exactly do you want to do it?"

"Just lie down," you pointed to the spot next to you. "And I will take care of you."

Squinting, the man took a moment to assess the situation, for something was gnawing at him. Not that he thought you were capable of anything...anything of HIS style, but your sudden boldness was something new. Or maybe he just hadn't noticed that this boldness had always been there?

[To be continued...]

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[notbleachtea]

you like sleep token too? pt 2

pt 1

a/n: i'll probably retitle this in the next week, idk

warnings: suggestive but sfw, jk this is the recap epi, maybe next time it'll get hotter, i'm making this up as i go, reader written as afab

you arrived at the little rooftop wine bar, the warm amber glow of string lights casting a cozy glow over the terrace. nami was already waving you over, her silky orange hair tied up in a high ponytail, glass of rose in hand. robin sat beside her, elegant as ever, sipping something dark red and mysterious.

“finally,” nami said, scooting over to make room for you. “you’re late. spill.”

“i just got here, give me a second,” you laughed, sliding into the seat and flagging down the server for your usual.

robin’s eyes glinted with amusement. “you’re glowing.”

nami smirked knowingly. “you totally got laid, didn’t you?”

you choked on a sip of water. “what?! no! i mean- almost.”

now both of them were staring you down, hungry for gossip.

robin raised a brow. “almost?”

nami leaned in, eyes sparkling. “oh, this is going to be good.”

you sighed dramatically, cheeks already burning, and said, “okay, but you have to let me get through the story before you interrupt.”

“deal,” they said in unison.

you started from the beginning, how you'd been bumping into this guy, law, at the cafe for weeks. the mutual glances, the tension, the surprise sleep token incident. then you launched into last night.

“the vibe was just...electric,” you said, leaning over your wine glass like you were telling them a secret. “we were lying on his floor listening to vinyl, and i don’t know, it just happened. i kissed him, and he kissed me back, and things escalated really fast. like...clothes-riding-up, hands-everywhere fast.”

nami’s jaw dropped. robin tilted her head, intrigued.

you continued, voice lowering. “he pinned me. like, full-on wrists-above-your-head, knee-between-your-thighs, completely in control. and i was ready, guys. i was ready to go all the way right there on his living room floor.”

“oh my god,” nami whispered.

“but then- ” you threw your hands up. “his idiot friends barged in like it was a frat house! totally ruined the moment. my soul literally left my body trying to fix my dress.”

robin chuckled behind her hand. “how cinematic.”

nami was more blunt. “i would’ve killed them. that was your one-way ticket to hot vinyl sex.”

you nodded. “i know. i know. honestly, if they hadn’t shown up, i don’t think i would’ve stopped myself.”

nami raised an eyebrow. “you? on the first date? i was only kidding when i said that,” she laughed.

you shot her a look. “don’t you judge me.”

robin smirked. “we’re not judging. we’re just...impressed.”

“you say that now, but listen, if you saw him, you’d do the exact same thing.”

“prove it,” nami challenged, holding out her hand. “photo. now.”

you pulled out your phone and opened his social media profile. one photo of him in a black hoodie with his tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves did the trick.

nami let out a low whistle. “okay. i get it.”

robin leaned in, and even she blinked slowly, a faint smile playing on her lips. “he’s...gorgeous.”

“told you,” you said smugly. “that bone structure should be illegal.”

“details,” nami said, poking your arm. “how was he as a kisser?���

you grinned, cheeks flushing. “phenomenal. like, slow and deep at first, but then he got all possessive. i swear i forgot how to breathe.”

robin was nodding approvingly. “so, he’s confident but not cocky?”

“exactly. he had this little moment where he froze like he couldn’t believe what was happening, then just...took over.”

“god,” nami muttered, waving herself off. “you lucky bitch.”

“i knowww,” you said dreamily. “it felt like one of those scenes you read in smut books. the tension, the control, the music in the background, everything.”

robin sipped her wine. “are you going to see him again?”

“i think so. he did originally ask me to go to that sleep token concert with him, but that's not for a few months. he texted me first last night, so that’s a good sign. but he hasn’t messaged me today yet.”

“girl, if he doesn’t follow up after that, i swear.” nami started.

“he will,” robin said confidently. “he doesn’t strike me as the type to leave a story unfinished.”

you nodded, sipping your drink. “i just keep replaying it in my head, you know? the way he looked at me, just-" you finish that thought with a sigh.

“well,” nami said, raising her glass, “to law, then. may the second date include fewer interruptions and significantly fewer clothes.”

you laughed and clinked your glass against hers. “cheers to that.”

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💕 General Romance/Fluff Prompts

“I missed you.

Caught in the rain

First kiss

Jealousy, badly hidden

Holding hands under the table

“You make me nervous.”

Forehead kisses

Falling asleep together

“Are you blushing?”

Sharing a hoodie

“Stay with me tonight.”

Accidentally falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

“You remembered?”

One of them taking care of the other while they’re sick

Tracing the other’s scars/freckles/tattoos with gentle fingers

Slow dancing in the kitchen at midnight

“You talk in your sleep.”

Kissing their knuckles one by one

“You make me feel safe.”

Helping the other with a tie/jewelry/hair

“Come here, let me fix that.”

Nose kisses that end in giggles

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

Tucking a blanket around them when they fall asleep

Making each other laugh during a serious moment

Soft, sleepy morning cuddles

“This reminded me of you.”

Sharing a bed for the first time

Wearing each other’s clothes

“Can I kiss you?” whispered like a secret

👫 Friends to Lovers – Romance/Fluff Prompts

“I missed you.”

“You make me nervous.”

“Are you blushing?”

Jealousy, badly hidden

Falling asleep together during a movie night

Sharing a hoodie “because you’re always cold”

Helping them get ready for a date… with someone else

One of them confesses by accident—and immediately panics

“You’re the most important person in my life.”

One bed. Two friends. One night.

Waking up cuddled together after pretending to be “just friends” for so long

A drunken “I’ve always loved you” confession

“Why does it matter who I date?” “Because it’s not me.”

Realizing they’re in love while watching the other laugh

Bandaging their wounds and whispering, “Don’t scare me like that again.”

“Have you always looked at me like that?”

Slow dancing at a wedding—pretending it doesn’t mean anything

Friends pretending to date… but one of them catches feelings

“You always know exactly what I need.”

A forehead kiss given “as a friend,” but it lingers too long

“You never told me you had feelings for me.” “You never asked.”

Shoulder touches, lingering glances, almost-kisses

Falling asleep on their lap and waking up with a blanket tucked around them

Getting caught in the rain and laughing like idiots—until the moment turns serious

A shared look across a crowded room that says everything

“You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”

Accidentally calling them “babe” and trying to play it off

One of them almost confesses… then chickens out

The other finally confesses—and it’s everything they wanted to hear

“I think I’ve been in love with you this whole time.”

😢 Hurt/Comfort & Angst Prompts

“Don’t leave.”

Bleeding and still trying to smile

“It’s not your fault.”

Silent tears

A hug after a fight

“You’re all I have left.”

Bandaging wounds

Nightmares and comfort

“I’m so tired.”

One last “I love you”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurting?”

Shaking hands hidden beneath a table

“I didn’t think anyone would come for me.”

Holding them through a panic attack, whispering them back to reality

“I’d take your pain if I could.”

A tear-soaked shirt and arms that never let go

“I’m not okay. I just didn’t want to make it your problem.”

Stitching up their wound while trying not to cry

“Please don’t pretend you’re fine. Not with me.”

Rocking them gently while they fall apart

“Even when it hurt, I never stopped loving you.”

Collapsing into their arms after holding it together for too long

“I thought I lost you.” “You almost did.”

Whispered apologies in the dark

“Stay with me. Please. Just a little longer.”

Carrying them home after they pass out from exhaustion or injury

“You saved me. Even when I didn’t want to be saved.”

Crying in the shower so they don’t hear—until they do

“You don’t have to fix me. Just… stay.”

“I would’ve given anything for one more day with you.”

“You don’t have to pretend with me.”

Cleaning blood off their hands while they tremble

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were alone.”

Breaking down in the middle of a sentence

“If you walk away now, don’t come back.”

“You said you wouldn’t leave.” “I didn’t think I’d have to.

Finding them crying in a place they thought was private

“How long have you been carrying this?”

Holding hands under a hospital blanket

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

Voice cracking in the middle of “I’m fine.”

Rocking them back and forth, repeating, “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

“You didn’t see what I saw. You didn’t feel what I felt.”

Bruises in places that shouldn’t be visible

“Why didn’t you fight for me?”

“Do you regret us?” whispered into the silence

“I’m still here. You’re not alone.”

Coming home to find their things gone

“I never asked you to fix me—I just needed you to stay.”

Reaching for their hand and finding nothing there

“You left, and everything got quieter.”

Kissing their forehead while they sob into your chest

“I thought I was doing the right thing.”

Reuniting with them in a hospital bed after thinking they were dead

“Please don’t make me say goodbye.”

“I wish I hated you. It’d be easier.”

Clutching their shirt while whispering apologies

“It’s okay. You can break in front of me.”

Hearing their voice on a voicemail they forgot to delete

“Every time I close my eyes, I see you leaving.”

🌙 Soulmate AU-Themed Prompts

First words on your skin

A countdown to meeting them

Matching birthmarks

“I dreamed about you before we met.”

Feeling their pain

Shared thoughts

Color returns when they meet

“You’re my soulmate?”

Reunited in another life

“It’s always been you.”

The world is black and white until they touch

Hearing each other’s heartbeats across any distance

Names or dates that appear on skin when they’re close

Only being able to lie to everyone except your soulmate

“Every time I looked in the mirror, I felt like something was missing—until you.”

One sees dreams of past lives with the other—and remembers them all

Each time you die, you find your soulmate again

“I didn’t think you were real.”

They feel a physical pull whenever they’re near each other

One can’t say their soulmate’s name until they meet them

“You were the voice in my head my whole life.”

Writing something on your skin shows up on theirs

The first time they lock eyes, time literally stops

One remembers everything; the other doesn’t know they’re soulmates—yet

“We always find each other, no matter the life.”

Soulmates can hear each other’s music tastes like an internal playlist

When you touch your soulmate, an old scar glows or vanishes

The stars align—literally—when soulmates kiss

“I’ve been waiting for you in every version of the world.”

Your soulmate’s last thought before dying appears on your skin

You see the world in black and white until you touch your soulmate—then color floods in.

Only your soulmate can see your true eye color.

Their voice is the lullaby you’ve heard in your dreams since childhood.

Your soulmate’s first words appear on your skin—and they’re terrible out of context.

You can’t see your soulmate’s face until you fall in love with them.

Your soulmate feels every emotion you try to hide.

“Why do I feel like I’ve known you forever?”

Each life, you die before you can tell them you love them—this time, you’re determined.

Every lie you tell leaves a mark on your soulmate’s skin.

Their touch is the only thing that calms your nightmares.

You can borrow time from your soulmate—but it always comes at a cost.

When they cry, it rains wherever you are.

You start dreaming of them years before you meet.

“I’ve been drawing your face since I was a kid. I didn’t know you were real.”

Soulmate scars — you share every injury, new and old.

One of you dies young every lifetime—but this time, the cycle is breaking.

Your soulmarks glow when you’re in danger—and only your soulmate can see it.

Only soulmates can hear each other speak in a secret language.

“Every story I’ve ever written had you in it. I just didn’t know your name.”

Your soulmate’s favorite memory plays in your mind when you touch.

You can only see the stars when your soulmate’s alive.

The closer you get to your soulmate, the louder your heartbeat becomes.

You can’t dream until your soulmate is born.

One of you remembers past lives; the other doesn’t believe in soulmates.

“Even if you don’t remember me—I’ll find you. I always do.”

You hear your soulmate’s laugh in every life—even before you meet.

You both have the same scar — even though neither of you remember how you got it.

You physically ache when your soulmate is upset.

You write letters to your soulmate without knowing if they’ll ever read them—until one day, they write back.

“This mark? It’s always burned when you were close. Now it’s on fire.”

🌴 Vacation / Summer Romance Prompts

Sharing a bed in a too-small hotel room

Sunscreen smudges and flirty touches

“Let’s sneak out tonight.”

Watching the sunrise together

Getting lost in a foreign city

A kiss under fairy lights

Beach day chaos

Poolside flirting

Ice cream kisses

“Let’s never go back.”

A heatwave forces them to stay inside with nothing but a fan, board games, and lingering glances

Slow dancing barefoot on the beach at night, music playing from someone’s phone

The rental car breaks down and they have to hike the rest of the way—sweaty, annoyed, way too close

A thunderstorm ruins their plans, but they end up talking for hours on the balcony instead

Skinny dipping under the stars and a near-confession

Buying matching tacky souvenirs “as a joke”—but keeping them forever

Getting tipsy on fruity cocktails and admitting too much

“There’s only one towel. Guess we’re sharing.”

Heat-induced nap in a hammock—waking up tangled together

“You’ve got sand everywhere.” “Then help me get it off.”

Sunburn care turning unexpectedly tender

Carnival lights, spinning rides, and the kind of kiss you only get when you think the world’s paused

Pretending to be a couple to get a free room upgrade—and then questioning if it’s still pretending

“I can’t believe I’m spending my dream vacation with you.” “You love it.”

Falling asleep on their shoulder during the long bus ride back

Getting caught in the rain in light summer clothes—laughing, soaked, then suddenly serious

Unexpected midnight swim and soft confessions

“We’ll probably never see each other again, huh?” “Unless we make sure we do.”

A local thinking they’re a couple and they don’t correct them

That bittersweet last night—when no one wants to say what they’re really feelin

🌺 Summer Whirlwind Romance with a Stranger Prompts

“I don’t even know your name—but I know I’m going to remember you.”

Meeting eyes across a crowded beach… and not looking away

A shared cab from the airport that turns into a full-day adventure

“Want to ditch this party with me?”

Finding each other again after a lost phone number and one unforgettable night

Running into them every day in the same spot until you finally talk

“This doesn’t feel like a vacation fling.”

Waking up next to a stranger… and not regretting a single second

Dancing barefoot in the sand with someone whose name you just learned

“Let’s just pretend we’ve known each other forever.”

Missing your bus/train/flight—and ending up spending the night with them instead

The bartender who keeps slipping you free drinks and secret smiles

They speak a different language—but you understand each other perfectly

“We said no promises—but I don’t want this to end.”

Watching fireworks next to a stranger you kissed two hours ago

A chance photo taken by a stranger… and they’re in the background of all your favorites

Sunburns, shared smoothies, and slow-spoken confessions

“We have three days. Let’s make them unforgettable.”

They leave you a note at the front desk of your hotel

“I know we said it was just a summer thing, but I don’t want to go back to normal.”

A secret shared under starlight that you’ve never told anyone else

“Kiss me like we have forever—even if we don’t.”

The same playlist looping between your speakers while you drive through a sunlit coast

Accidentally booking the same group tour—spending the day side by side

“We met by chance. But this? This doesn’t feel like a coincidence.”

You save their number as “Summer Stranger” — but you keep texting them long after you leave

“I never do this. I don’t just… fall for someone.”

Leaving with sand in your shoes and a heart way too full

“Let’s pretend we’re in love. Just for tonight.”

Seeing them again one year later—in the same place, like fate never let go

☀️Fluff + Light Angst Prompts

Post-race hugs

“You’re the only one who believed in me.”

Getting caught on camera

Protective driver boyfriend

“Come to Monaco with me.”

Jealousy at the paddock

Making out in the driver’s room

Late-night Facetimes before a race

Wearing their team gear

Even if I lose, I still win if I get to come home to you.”

“I could hear your voice in the crowd—and that’s what kept me going.”

Wiping sweat from their forehead post-quali, fingers lingering

Arguing over safety risks after a bad crash scare—because you’re scared, not angry

A quiet kiss behind the garage before lights out

“I don’t care about the podium. I just needed to see you.”

Sitting on the pit wall, watching them race with your heart in your throat

“Tell me you’ll still love me when I lose.”

Sneaking into their hotel room after media day just to fall asleep next to them

Their hand slipping into yours during press chaos—gripping tighter than necessary

“I’m not afraid of the speed. I’m afraid of something happening to you.”

Helping them out of their race suit while they vent about a frustrating P6

“It was supposed to be fun—but it’s hard watching you hurt.”

Them snapping at you post-race, then pulling you into a quiet apology hug

Teammates teasing them for “softening up” since they started dating you

“You’re the only thing that feels real when everything else is noise.”

A kiss through the helmet visor

Being the first person they look for in parc fermé

Watching a highlight reel where the camera keeps catching them looking at you

“Don’t wait for me at the finish line if I don’t finish.” “I’ll wait anyway.”

Crying into their chest after a DNF—whispering, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

💥 Rivalry & Tension Prompts

“You look good in red… but I hate it.”

Post-race argument turns into something more

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Enemies-to-lovers pit lane vibes

Accidental hand brush

“Just admit you like me.”

Caught in a rain delay together

Heat of the moment kiss after a win

“Still think I’m just your rival?”

“Hate me all you want, but don’t lie to me.”

“You only beat me because I let you.” “You wish.”

Training together turns into pinning each other down — neither backing off

“One day, I’ll make you beg.” “Try me.”

Tension snapping during a press event — whispered threats in close quarters

“You drive me crazy.” “Good.”

Getting paired for a team-building exercise, forced to cooperate

“If I kiss you, will you shut up?”

That moment when silence falls after yelling, and they realize how close they are

Wounded in the same accident, stuck in the med bay together

“You’re so damn irritating.” “You’re obsessed with me.”

Their name in your mouth — venom-laced, or something softer?

Jealousy rears its head when they see you with someone else

A bet made in the heat of competition that leads to a night neither of you forgets

“You think you’re better than me?” “No. I know I am.”

Realizing they’ve memorized every one of your tells — and using it against you

Being caught by surprise when they actually defend you

“Why do you hate me so much?” “Because I don’t know how to want you quietly.”

Grabbing them by the collar — not sure if it’s to punch or kiss

“You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?”

That one moment their hand lingers a second too long… and neither of you moves away

“I’ll never forgive you — but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Arguing over who’s more stubborn — and realizing you’re both equally impossible

“You’re impossible to hate when you look like that.”

Forced to share a hotel room and trying very hard not to fall asleep in the same bed

The accidental “I love you” that slips out during a fight

“You’re the only one who can call me out and still get away with it.”

Training sessions that end with bruises — on bodies and hearts

“You’re driving me insane — and I don’t want it to stop.”

Pretending to dislike each other in public but stealing private moments

“Why do you always show up when I’m at my worst?”

“I hate you.” “Yeah? Then why won’t you leave?”

When their cocky smirk starts to feel like a challenge you actually want to accept

“You’re a distraction I didn’t ask for — but I’m glad you’re here.”

An argument that ends with them kissing you just to shut you up

“I can’t decide if I want to punch you or kiss you right now.”

Competing to see who can hold their gaze longer—and losing every time

“You’re my biggest rival—and my biggest weakness.”

Secretly memorizing their schedule just to ‘accidentally’ run into them

“I want to hate you. I’m just not very good at it.”

When a casual insult turns into a flirty dare

“If you ever leave, don’t expect me to come running.”

Holding onto their jacket after they storm off—smelling like them

“You think you can win me over? Keep trying.”

Tension-filled silences broken only by the scrape of fingers on a table

“I can’t stand you… but I can’t stand being without you either.”

Late-night texts that start as insults and end with confessions

“You’re the only person who sees through my act.”

A fight that reveals just how much they really care

“Why do you make this so hard?” “Because it’s worth it.”

When your rivalry becomes the only thing keeping you both sane

[xetlynn]

Chapter Four, Voices

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[Three] [Four] [Five]

I wake up harshly from the sun shining on my face. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I was laying in Bella's room on her bed. I stare outside the window for a moment. Then turning to check the time. It was 11, my eyes widen. "Shit!" I hurry off the bed, running down stairs and into my room.

"Woah, slow down! Slow down!" My dad yells after me. I say a quick apology after closing my door. I throw on a long sleeve and cargo pants. Trying to do my hair quickly. Knowing it's going to look a hot mess either way.

I grab my shoes on my way out, putting them on as I walk. Looking stupid as I do so. "Be careful, [Name]. Jesus." Charlie scoffs from the couch, his eyes on the tv. "Sorry, I'm late to meet up with Billy and Sam." I grab my keys and helmet. "Jacket, [Name]." He ignores what I said. I roll my eyes, heading back to my room and grabbing the stupid leather jacket. "Tell them I say hi." He takes a drink of his beer as I leave the house.

I throw the jacket on, putting the helmet on, knowing this will securely ruin my hair for the day. I start the bike and speed off.

I get to the Rez, eyes already on me from the people who stand outside or sit in their cars. Just like always. Always curious now.

Not negative like it used to be in my vampire days. I pull into Billy's driveway, kicking the stand down and leaving my helmet on the bike. I jog up to the front door. Knocking annoyingly loud.

The door swings open, "girl, calm down." Billy huffs, moving over so I can walk in. Every Sunday we've been doing these lunches so Billy and Sam can gather information about Hybrids. Learn more for their people. I agreed after the fight with the newborns. Sam and I sort of becoming friends. More, friendly allies. But it's something more than before. Nothing without another pair of eyes though.

"Sorry I'm late, had a last minute date last night. Got drunk as-" I pause as I catch the fact that I'm in front of my dad's best friend. "I got drunk off the fun vibes I had." I attempt to fix what was already broken. He snorts out a laugh. "I'm hiding a lot from your dad, hun. You getting drunk is definitely not my top priority." He leads me into his kitchen, Sam already sitting there. Writing something down. "Finally, you're here." He comments, not looking up at either of us. Just finishing a sentence on the paper.

"Yeah, yeah. Where's the food I was promised." I sit down on one of the chairs, opposite to both of them. "Eaten, you're 30 minutes late." Sam simply tells me, my jaw drops, shocked. "Go get her the dang food." Billy nudges him, my expression changes immediately. The large man sighs, getting up and getting my food from the microwave that sat there to keep warm.

"Thank you, Billy." I nod my head to him before digging into the amazing food. "No thank you to the person who just placed it before you?" Sam questions me with an attitude. I glance up with food in my mouth. Acting like I'm thinking for a moment before shaking my head.

"No." I mutter.

"All right, you two." Billy stops us from continuing. "[Name], has anything new happened?" He asks me, I stare at my food. Wondering if I should bring up the eye thing. Everything has been good lately. So... amazing. "I, I don't know." I shrug my shoulders, finishing up my food. I was hungry after last night. I'm grateful we don't get hungover but it definitely leaves some sort of effect. "You seem to know something." Sam says.

I glare at him then throw my head back. "It's small, means nothing probably." They stare at me to just tell them what it is. "At my sister's wedding my eyes changed color. Don't think it happened again though so. Nothing to worry about." I stand up, taking care of my plate. They didn't respond so I turn around to see them sharing glances with one another.

"Don't tell me it's something that's going to cause me pain. I'd rather die." I hide my face in my hands, throwing my head back dramatically. "No, we- We don't know what it means. Sit down." Billy sighs out, pointing to the chair I was just sitting in.

"Have you been doing anything different? Your diet? Anything?" Sam asks in a slightly aggressive tone, my body stiffens uncomfortable. I've been eating human food along with animal blood. Nothing truly different. I shake my head. "I mean I haven't been able to shift into my wolf form since the fight with the newborns." I bite my bottom lip. Not thinking of what else it could be.

"Why?" Billy tilts his head to the side. "It's uncomfortable. The feeling of being a wolf, also my clothes ripping. I don't have the money to keep dealing with that shit." I cross my arms, leaning back in my seat. Sam snorts out a laugh. "Do you know what color they were changing to?" He asks. I shake my head. "Just a lighter color than the contacts I usually wear." I tell them simply.

Then I hear voices outside, they were almost as clear as day but muffled from the houses structure. "I'm surprised they... along." I hear Embry's voice. I scrunch my eyebrows. Not listening to the two in front of me anymore. "I mean Sam's never.... [Name] just doesn't...." I can't make out what he's saying but I know that was Jacob. "We used to be best friends. I defintely..." I stand up suddenly, looking outside but I don't see anyone. I huff. "[Name]?"

"I'll be right back." I put a hand up, running outside. Where are they and why are their voices so loud. Like it's in my head. Like when I was a wolf speaking to Sam. I search the outside, I see in the tree line there's Jacob, Embry, and Seth but in their wolf forms. I furrow my eyebrows.

Wondering if they just turned or something. "Is their lunch over?" Seth asks and my eyes widen. "Why does she look scared?" Seth's wolf form goes to walk closer but I back up. "I don't know." Jacob says, his eyes piercing into mine. Then his own eyes widen when he sees I looked at him when he spoke. "It's like she can understand us." Embry makes a joke but Jacob huffs at him.

"Woah, what the hell." Embry puts two and two together. I begin to panic and make my way back inside the house. The three were yelling after me to stop but I don't listen. I grab my keys. "I have to go." I say, heading back to the door but Sam stops me. "What happened?"

"My stomach hurts. Gotta use the bathroom." I lie. "Just use it here." Billy interjects but I shake my head. "I need the comfort of my own. Sorry to cut this short." I put my head down and leave the house. Rushing to my bike. Quickly starting it. I look back to see Jacob running towards me but I already sped off. Holding my helmet in my hand. Putting it on as I drove on the road.

"Man, why can't I get a damn break!" I yell, speeding even more on my bike. Gripping the handles. Only slowing down when I know I'm getting close to home. Once I pull into the drive way I turn the engine off, harshly kicking up the kick stand and throwing my helmet to the ground. I start kicking the dirt. I feel my body get hot, the sweat sticking to my jacket so that was the next thing I ripped off.

I want to scream but I don't want my dad coming outside. The only thing that made it worse was the rain that began to fall. My body got so hot it was steaming due to the coldness of the droplets that fell on me. I clench my fists, angrily storming into the backyard then into the woods.

I make sure I'm far enough in the trees and begin swinging at anything I could. Breaking off tree branches and swinging those into rocks, breaking them like they were fragile glass. I was seething. I couldn't calm myself down. I didn't even understand why I was so angry. I feel myself getting hotter as it goes on though. The rain overstimulating me. I throw my long sleeve shirt off, leaving me in my sports bra.

My chest was heaving up and down like I had just ran a mile, it didn't look like it was calming down any time soon either. I think of everything that's been going on lately. I try to think of Alice and Jasper to bring my spirits up but nothing was working. I knew what was going to happen so I took my pants off. I'm just glad I got myself in the woods or I'd look like a fucking weirdo. I still do.

I let my instincts take over and I transform into a wolf. I snarl at the air, I sense two figures coming up on me and I growl turning around. I immediately stop myself seeing it's Alice and Jasper. I was still breathing heavily but seeing them made something in me soften. They were not even cautious as they came up to me. "Hey, it's okay." Jasper mutters, my wolf form whimpers, backing away from them. "You can come back as you, I brought a blanket. I had a vision, I knew something was wrong." Alice lifts a blanket that came from my bed. I close my eyes, calming myself down enough to transform back into my normal body. She instantly covers me and kisses my face.

Jasper grabs my clothes from the ground.

He gives me my shirt first and I throw it on while still covering my lower half. He then hands me my pants and I give the blanket back over to Alice as I pull them up. "What happened?" Jasper asks me, I let out a breath.

"Another stupid Hybrid bullshit thing!" I loudly exclaim. I feel a cold hand move up and down my back, soothing me. "Sorry, it's that eye thing. I guess it meant something." I rolled my eyes, taking my blanket back. Rain was still pouring down on us as we walked to my house.

"What did it mean?" Alice raises a brow. "Means that I can't stop being a wolf or my eyes will change colors and I can hear the pack when they're in their wolf form and I am not. It also means that my anger somehow intensifies which I didn't know could be even worse than it already is." I tell them in an annoyed tone. The feeling of wanting to throw things around came back and I took a deep breath. "I'm so over finding out new shit every few months. I would like to live a normal immortal existence but that's too much to ask for." I snort a laugh, not believing that anything I just said is my actual reality.

"You will eventually. The first couple of years is finding who you are. Certain things. It gets better." We stand in front of my bed room window. I lean against the house, the rain sprinkling down on us. "That's good to know I guess." I sigh out, holding onto the blanket, covering myself with it.

"I knew it's been too good for comfort. Wishful thinking that we could be good for a while." I want to slide down to the ground but Jasper pulls me into his arms. "Let's get you inside, my darlin." He whispers in my ear, Alice opens the window and she takes my blanket so I can climb inside.

I didn't notice them giving each other glances before climbing inside themselves house themselves.

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This one is shorter than usual lately.

There is sort of a reason for that. The eye thing is just another thing to stress [Name] out. It’s not going to be a huge plot line.

Also super excited for this book. You guys are going to hate me for the ending but teehee :)

Much love.

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Dune Fic Rec

Are you worried that AI is going to ruin humanity? Do twinks on a power trip turn you on? Would you call yourself a fan of pretentious cinema? Or maybe you just have a fetish for arranged marriage?

I was a moderate fan of the Dune movies, but after diving into the fandom I've become obsessed with the characters and the world. There is political intrigue, complicated family dynamics, questions about the role of gender, and a lot of people tripping on space drugs.

Below the cut are my favorite fics so far. Almost all are Paul/Feyd. Shoot me a message if I didn't list one of your favorites, or if you'd like to see a part 2. Happy reading!

this bleeding heart, pierced by @saltwaterpanda | Paul/Feyd

Omegaverse AU. Plans within plans are destroyed when alpha Feyd kidnaps omega Paul with the intention of making him his husband. To prevent both embarrassment and a devastating war, both their families pretend that the marriage was arranged to end their feud. Meanwhile, Feyd wonders why his fated mate is so cold to him, Paul must endure Giedi Prime and Feyd's attempts at courtship, and the Atreides plan to take Paul back.

Notes: Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I stayed up until 4am catching up on this fic. The dialogue and world-building is really good, not cheesy or contrived to fit the AU. Major GOT/HOTD vibes.

closeness / proximity by @bittcrblue | Paul/Feyd

A meeting with Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen triggers Paul's first heat. Leto Atreides comes to terms with what this means for the future. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen tries to behave for his new in-laws. Paul Atreides has other ideas.

Notes: I want to giggle and kick my feet when I read this! Its sooo cute! But also horny? Perfect depiction of love-sick teenagers. It's also shifting perspectives which I love. The ABO world-building is top-tier, everything is so natural.

Corrida by mnabokov | Paul/Feyd

“It is not a good morning,” Gurney growled, “When the son of Duke Leto is to be married to a Harkonnen.”

Notes: I think this was the first fic I read for this fandom. Immediately it opened up the world and showed me other fleshed out possibilities to this pairing.

Changing of the Guard by @saltwaterpanda | Paul/Feyd

Omegaverse AU. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen is to become Paul's husband and mate, and Duncan, Paul's designated heat partner, must oversee their first time together to make sure Feyd can be a proper alpha.

Notes: Feyd and Duncan covertly fighting for dominance in a threesome with Paul in the middle? Yes, please! I'm just in love with Feyd here, he's so confident and crass.

i've pulled you in, nowhere to hide now by @spicedrobot | Paul/Feyd

It was not the call of the divine that bent Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen’s knee. But there was no need to dissuade the rumors. Controlling Feyd requires peculiar methods.

Notes: Just beautiful writing that paints vivid pictures of Paul and Feyd. Very biting and harsh in the most delicious way. The push and pull for control over the relationship is great.

Westermarck by @granolapack | Paul/Feyd

Paul suffers through an awkward weekend at his Grandpa's house with his cousin. It's even more awkward than usual after he accidentally sent his cousin a picture of his dick.

Notes: Modern Day AU! Really fun and mischievous story. The dialogue is very natural and like the opposite of when you're watching a TV show and all of the teenagers sound like Gen Xers (can you tell I really care about dialogue? haha) I like seeing the subtle outsiders view as other people watch Paul and Feyd dance around each other.

your burning body, waiting by @granolapack | Paul/Feyd

The distance between he and his boy bride — both emotional and physical — does not lessen after the night that they both stand either side of their marital bed, and Atreides fixes him with a cold, resolute stare and tells him, in no uncertain terms, that there will be no love between them. Feyd-Rautha realises shortly after that when he’d said love, he’d meant sex.

Notes: SEDUCTION!!!!!!!! FEYD BEING A SEDUCER!!!!! FOR 6 CHAPTERS!!!!!!! the end

Like a Slow Blade by @jolinarjackson | Paul/Feyd

After House Atreides suffers a devastating attack by House Harkonnen on Arrakis, a now orphaned Paul is forced into an arrangement to live as Baron Harkonnen’s ward, alongside the Baron’s nephew Feyd-Rautha. With only Gurney remaining as his protection and Feyd-Rautha unexpectedly becoming something like an ally, Paul is determined to find a way to escape before they lose their lives… or themselves.

Notes: A story that is impossible to put down! Warning though it is pretty gut-wenching, I cried a few times. But also an addicting slowburn romance.

A poem for sad times by kullwahad | Paul/Gurney

Paul's first heat turns out to be an unexpected summer vacation for Gurney Halleck.

Notes: This fandom just knows how to do ABO right! This story is a really nice slow burn. So sexy it will have you on the edge until they finally fuck. Great dialogue and fleshed out characters here. Also stayed up super late finishing this, couldn't put it down.

(Also the title has "poem" in it, so I can't not share Josh Brolin's poem for Timmy! Actors, ammiright?)

The Burning From Within by th_esaurus | Paul/Duncan

If asked to describe Duncan, Paul’s language would not have changed from then to now. But the feeling was different.

Notes: Love the little details about Paul's resistance to arranged marriage. Some good insight to what the Atreides family dynamic is.

[swedishgoaliemafia]

34! I would love any director's commentary on it as well <3

(Ask meme)

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

I'm going to pull a hockey example because I'm guessing that's what you're thinking of. Putting it under a cut, but one of the first that came to mind was this bit from Catch and Release. Holtby in this fic pretty clearly was Mario's Therapy Goalie and therefore got some of my best therapy lines, so it was hard to choose between this and the conversation about anger, but I like this one because it also features Holtby being extra cryptic and infuriating:

"It's a lack of closure," Holtby told him one night on the road. He'd invited Mario to his room to have coffee and watch sitcoms, which had sounded like some sort of code until it turned out to be exactly what it said on the tin. (Mario was unsure how he'd feel about being propositioned by his goalie but like. He still showed up!) Holtby had taken it upon himself to be Mario's guide to the Washington Capitals, out of some heavily misplaced sense of personal obligation.

"It means you're special," Kuznetsov had said once, waggling his eyebrows.

Special sure was one way to put it.

Mario stared down at the generic white hotel mug in his hand. Two episodes of Superstore in, the coffee was undoubtedly veering towards lukewarm at best. (If you're going to be a protagonist in one of my fics you have to get at least one of my interests and at the time of writing this Superstore was my #1 sitcom.)

"Closure is for grief."

"There's grief when you leave a team," Holtby said. "And the way you did it was sudden. No chance to say goodbye. Your brain doesn't get to process it right." (Grief isn't just for death btw! Lots of things are grief! And Mario here is disenfranchising his own grief by minimizing and dismissing it.)

"So I just have to say goodbye and everything will feel normal?"

Maybe he sounded a little snarky, but it seemed preposterous. Especially when the Sharks hadn't bothered to contact Mario once since he'd been caught. He'd sent just one text, to Burnzie, asking him to let the team know how sorry he was.

There hadn't been a reply. (Admittedly this bit of the plot was sooooo hamhanded but I knew how the fic had to turn out and the guys chatting casually with Mario would have ruined his whole depression vibe so I was just like yeah. Let's just. Ignore how unrealistic this whole part is. We'll fix it in post.) (We did not fix it in post.)

He was pretty sure that was all the goodbye he was going to get.

Holtby hummed and leaned back against his headboard.

"If only it were that easy. The problem with closure is that it doesn't exist."

"But you just said that I need closure."

"Mhmm. Plenty of people do. But it doesn't exist. We always think there's going to be just one thing we have to do or say or have happen and then we can make ourselves move on. But that one thing doesn't exist. Closure isn't real. You might get that one thing you were waiting on, but it won't make you feel better." (Prime SGM therapy lines, kids, and I gave you this for FREE. I make a variant of this speech alllll the time.)

Sometimes it was nice to have one person on the team who consistently spoke to him, even if he did it because he felt like he had to, but sometimes that one person could be really fucking frustrating. (This is how my clients feel when I make that speech btw.)

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do?"

Holtby's smile wasn't a smirk, but Mario wished it was. It would have been a lot easier to hate that way.

"You keep living, every day, and eventually your brain will start to adjust. But until then you just have to keep going through the motions until it works."

Mario squinted at him. "Did you just tell me to fucking fake it till I make it?" (They hate when I say that even more.)

Now Holtby's smile was indeed a smirk.

"Hey, you've already made it, kid. You're the only one who hasn't figured it out yet." (A big thing writing this fic for me was that I wanted the Caps to maybe be a little careless, but not mean. I didn't want them to be villains. And I wanted to show that they did genuinely like Mario and care about him in their own way, and they did try to welcome him after the initial mishaps. But Mario was so busy getting in his own way and focusing on what he felt was wrong in his life that he wasn't open to letting himself learn to be happy somewhere else. The moral of the story isn't that the Sharks loved him so much that they saved him but that he could have saved himself the whole time and he chose not to because he was so trapped in his head that he couldn't see what was right in front of him. In another world this fic could have gone exactly the same but Mario wouldn't be caught by the Sharks and would instead learn to let himself love the Caps and be loved in return. You don't always get to choose your situation, but you do get to decide what to do with it once you're there.)

[borathae]

which one of bts do you think would be more into a 24/7 dinamic (d/s)

I don’t think any of them would be really into that 🤔 idk maybe it’s because I'm not into it, so I can’t really see them liking it either but I don’t think any of them could be into that kinda thing. Especially not with their busy schedules, they wouldn’t really have the time to truly live in a "constant kink, set rules, fixed roles and different levels of power" dynamic.

But to still give you something cause we love to fantasise on here, Imma give you a "who would want to have a set day in the week for kink with a 24/7 (24/1) kinda dynamic" MTL list

Most

Yoongi

Jimin

Jungkook

Namjoon

Hoseok

Taehyung

Seokjin

Least

Yoongi -> either as a pillow prince sub who also wants to be roughed up a little and spend ages between your legs lapping at your sweetness with his fingers oh so wet from pumping them into you or a Daddy Dom with some Findom princess treatment as well. He'd probably want to buy you everything you want, cook for you, bathe you where he sits behind you and goes oh so delicately and it slowly turns into sexy touches and slow kisses before he has his hand between your legs drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you, maybe even with his hands around your throat gently. help. (yeah besties we have reached the point where I finally accept that I like that he might be into that. Don’t look at me, I still need to cope with my own kink developments, also i am talking TRUE Daddy Dom aka a loving safe caretaker vibe without the toxic heteronormativ take on the kink obviously, also no age play)

Jimin -> I see him as a teasing, flirty babyboy (not age play just a cutie patootie) who wants to sit on your lap or face he also wants to get pegged until he can't cum anymore i said what i said or if he Doms as a soft Dom with a imma take care of you but also tease the fuck outta you kinda vibe who would probably slide his hand in your panties every now and then throughout the day to give you an orgasm and then act all nonchalant again while you are literally all ruined, before he ends the day with passionate sex in the sheets fnnd

Jungkook -> prettiest subbbb who just wants to push his limits and give so mucccch like it's giving hours of oral, thigh riding, cockriding where he doesn't get to cum, also bondage and some painplay i said what i said or complete soft Dom giving princess treatment and rough sex later *dies* like fuckkckc he'd just treat you so well throughout the day, give you neck kisses and do something soft like do your hair or your skincare for you BEFORE he literally ruins you in the sheets

Namjoon -> another canditate for true Daddy Dom or if he subs, I see him as a service sub babyboy a'la "i'm a smol and fragile cuddlebean" I feel like he needs to feel small (not age wise but size wise) sometimes and he'd want to use the day to be your little cutie with lots of cuddles and soft, meaningful sex later. As a Daddy Dom I feel like he'd want to rub your feet and give you slow oral on the couch, then read a book to you as he strokes your hair before making you ride him slowly, like he's giving soft but sexy

Hoseok -> lowkey I feel like he'd be mean (sexy) and just use the day to edge the fuck outta you and the night to fuck orgasm after orgasm outta you. I lowkey think he doesn’t sub a lot but if he does, he'd want the same treatment, but he'd be a lot whinier about it jfjadsj. he wouldn't want to leave the house the entire day and would probs already wake you up with his mouth on your sweetness like you and he would feel DONE once the day is over. this day is a sex day for him where he'd probably forget that it's about a D/s dynamic in the middle of it, which is why I put him so low. he just wants to fuccck

Taehyung -> surprise I put him quite low, but I feel like he wouldn’t really see the thrill in it. He would rather dedicate a day to romancing and the night to passionate sex. What he could enjoy is some findom where he takes you shopping and decides what you can and can't have, that could work for him. If he subs, I see him liking the day more because then, he'd want you to be artsy with him and he can look pretty for you

Seokjin -> I genuinely can’t see him liking it, he'd be all like "can’t we just do something else? Go somewhere fun, eat something yummy and then just dedicate a few hours to sex later?" if the dynamic truly has to happen 24 hours he'd want it reduced to petnames (like only calling each other Madam/Sir or babygirl/boy) for most of it and then dedicate a few hours to sex where more kink happens

[shiorilizzy]

My thoughts about Wriothesley

Literally my thoughts about him, and his personality when I play the game.

He had a wonderful childhood, before he knew the truth. He thought he was the lucky child in the world, had been adopted and lived happily with silbling.

Based on his personality when we get close to him (and his sense of humor), I think he used to be a talkative child. Not the energetic one but the one who has a positive, extrovert vibe. I can image Wriothesley, in the past, giving newcomers a sweet and encouraging smile while walking them around the house.

So well-behaved *sob*

His smile used to be so pure and sweet, kind. I think in a normal life, Wriothesley could be a kind entrepreneur or a nice, helpful officer. He is easy-going and willing to help others.

So when he knew the truth, it devasted him. Imagine your dear parents, your saviors, your most loved ones, you used to swear that you would protect them when you grow up, but actually use you like livestock. He would feel like a clown. He was furious from the betrayal. I’m sure it ruins every memory, warm feeling of him about childhood. I can imagine how struggling he was (or is) to endure the thought that his dear memory was nothing but fake.

Think about a lively teenager who suddenly lost everything. He couldn’t rely on anybody or anything. He must be angry so much. Why now? Why did they lie? Why they were careless to let him know the truth? Why?

I think Wriothesley, sometimes, just sometimes, wishes that he could die without knowing the truth. So he could remain as a pure boy who had a beautiful childhood.

But nothing can undo, his memory about his childhood now was stained by the dirty truth. He may talk about his past with ease now but it still bothers him.

After all those years, he still healing and comforting his wounds. He avoids touching it or digs deeper into it. He even doesn’t connect with any of his “silblings”, knowing that helping them could hurt him more.

Living in the fortress taught him that everyone has their own story, their own reason, well most of them. So do his “parents”, but he doesn’t want to understand that, he doesn’t want to empathize with them. If he does, who will empathize with him? Who will bring back his pure childhood to him? Who will let him have a life as a “clean profile” citizen? No one. So just let him despite them.

 That’s why he went himself to the criminal house in the teaser. He wants to protect that child’s world so she can live a happy life, unlike him. When that girl gets older, she will understand her father's guilt.

Although Wriothesley is an easy and sassy guy, he will bonk whoever tells children that Santa Clause isn’t real.

Overall, Wriothesley is deeply hurt and he is trying his best to heal that trauma. I know every character in Genshin has an unforgettable past but hyv did really well at Wriothesley’s. I can feel his pain and struggle through every single line. (or maybe because I like him too much ig lmao)

Wriothesley is smart with craft things. If whoever plays Tears of Themis, you will understand what I mean. Wriothesley plays with materials just like Luke. We can bring him a broken clock and he will fix it as if his hobby. Maybe he will even add more functions to that clock lmao. (Something like an alarm when is tea-time).

Wriothesley admits that he has trust issues and most of his friends are not human. I guess they are Melusines. They may be weird a little bit and cannot understand or act like humans, but Wriothesley can trust them since they are not as greedy as humans

As a happy boy he used to be, Wriothesley loves playing =))) He enjoys his daytime with many entertainment. He will delay work till night if it’s not urgent. He is smart enough to be lazy.

One more reason is he wants to sleep faster. If he does the work at night, it will drain his energy. As soon as he flops on the bed, he falls asleep. Better if he is tired enough that he can’t even dream of anything. He doesn’t want to sleep alone in bed, thinking about his life, past life.

Omg please Wrio let me hug you. I will pamper you into sleep every night QAQ.

Lmao he has a sweet tooth. I thought he likes the bitterness of the tea when I heard that he drinks it usually until I see this. Ptff men are just bigger boys.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

The Secret's out Part 4

An: I have no Idea how this started out as Christian and the readers' relationship getting leaked to becoming a whole ass horror movie. This will most likely be the last part! This part is also written in Christian’s pov because I felt like switching it up! Hope you enjoy and thank you all for the love on this story! 

Word count: 2153

Warnings: Violence, swearing, weapons, serious stalking, overall horror vibes

Summary: LuFisto kept her promise, making sure to make Y/n’s life miserable. Death threats, stalking and harassment ruining the family. It didn’t help that she was 8 months pregnant and now on bed rest. What happens when one stormy night their worst nightmare comes true. 

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Christian’s Pov: 

I remember Y/n telling me about the night terrors she used to get when she was a kid. They had gotten so bad that she got sent to a sleep clinic, which seemed to do the trick. Now here we are 25 years later experiencing the same thing. Although she said they were not the same as when she was a kid, she didn’t wake up screaming or crying but the waking up in a cold sweat, confusion, scared, paranoia and insomnia remained. It hurt me seeing her like this. 

I wasn’t a doctor but I knew this stress wouldn't be good for the baby. This drama with LuFisto had gone too far, she was sending us death threats. Isla was getting home schooled and Y/n was always worried that someone was out to get her. Of course if you have a stalker one of the first things you would do is get the hell away from wherever it was you were. In the meantime while Y/n and I looked for somewhere else to move we upgraded our security. Most nights having a car outside the home. Although the price was ridiculous I didn’t care we could afford it and if it helped Y/n’s peace of mind I didn’t care. This whole situation was ruining my family. 

Currently I sat in the kitchen, phone in hand. I had called the police for the third time this week and because no one had physically done anything they couldn't help. Just as I was about to head upstairs I noticed Y/n sleeping on the couch. Poor thing hadn't slept in days, doctors advising her to remain in bed for the duration of her pregnancy due to all of the stress. I placed a blanket over her and sat next to her. “I promise, everything is going to be ok. I am going to fix things” I knew Y/n was asleep and won't be able to hear me but my words were true. I took to twitter giving my two cents. ‘I am sick and tired of LuFisto and her goons harassing my family. I’m sure everyone knows that Y/n has done nothing wrong here. She is eight months pregnant and on bedrest because of your bull shit. You have been continuing to stalk us for months and I will be filling a restraining order. My daughter is getting homeschooled and I am not working because of your bullshit. I honestly don’t get it, it has been over a year and we are still dealing with your shit. I would appreciate it if you leave me and my family alone.’ 

I decided that I would join Y/n on the couch this evening. No way I was going to wake her up. Just as I was starting to get comfortable I heard Isla calling me. “Daddy, there is a monster under my bed” I went into her room and turned on the lights, searching under the bed and all over the room proving that there were no monsters. Hoping that she would go back to bed. Just as I was about to leave something caught my eye. I went to the window in Isla’s room and swear I saw someone standing outside next to the large tree in the backyard. I immediately ran outside and was greeted by nothing. I searched the whole yard looking for anything, nothing. By the time I came back inside Y/n had awoken and she was comforting a scared Isla. “Is everything ok?” She asked. I lied, not wanting to scare my already terrified daughter and get Y/n worked up about probably nothing. “Everything is fine. Isla, how about you sleep in our room tonight? Grab your blanket and your stuffies and meet us in our room ok?” She instantly took me up on the offer running up the stairs to grab her things. I walked over to the sliding door to the back yard and made sure it was locked. “You saw it too, didn’t you?” Y/n asked me as she walked up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You see I’m not crazy. You can see it too, what do you think it wants?” For the past few day’s Y/n had claimed to have seen something outside during the night. I went and looked for whatever it was she saw and always found nothing, this time I saw it with my own eyes. I didn’t know what to even say. I wasn’t scared, more creeped out, I was mainly angry at the fact that we had a stalker. “I don’t know” was the only words I could say. My brain was too invested in whatever it was that I saw. “How much longer until we can leave?” Y/n asked me as she lit some incense. I turned to look at her, meeting her green eyes before I looked at the boxes around the room. We had finally found a place to move, hopefully it would be temporary until we found a nicer home but the sooner we got out of this place the better. “Mover’s are coming next week, hopefully we get everything done within a day” I told her. Y/n gave me a sad smile before saying “We should go to bed, busy day tomorrow” to which I followed her. I tried to sleep but the uneasy feeling of being watched never left. 

***

It had been a few days since I saw that creature outside. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Everything had pretty much been packed away in boxes, waiting for the movers to take our things for the new home. I woke up this morning with a gut feeling that something was wrong and I knew Y/n felt it too. I sent Isla to be with my mother for the weekend so she didn’t need to deal with this. I felt like my life had become some kind of horror movie. Hard rain and fog setting the mood for this spring day. Y/n had been clensing the house everyday for the past few months, I’m not too sure exactly how that stuff works but I know Y/n. I trusted her that whatever witchcraft she was doing would help in some way. Last night the house alarm went off and I swear I heard someone walking downstairs but when I got there I saw nothing. That had been going on for the past two nights in a row and something told me today would be no different. I went downstairs to grab a few flashlights and lanterns in case the power went out due to the storm.

 As I looked in the dark closet I heard something. It sounded like someone had left the tv on. Going into our home theater I watched the image that played on the tv. It was Y/n’s and LuFisto’s match. That was weird, I was pretty sure no one went down there today and I just found it weird how of all the things that had to be playing. It freaked me out, the weird things just kept happening. Just then I heard Y/n scream. “Christian!, Christian, There is someone in the pool. Christian Cage I swear-!” I ran up the stairs to try and get to Y/n. I guess the basement door closed behind me and for some reason it didn’t open. We didn’t have a lock on the door or anything but It felt as if someone was leaning against the door, preventing me from opening it. When I finally got the door open I saw Y/n running towards me. “There is someone outside, floating in the pool.” I started walking towards the backdoor when I stopped in my tracks. There was something outside. I saw what looked like a person floating face down in our swimming pool. Whatever it was looked dead, I looked away for a second, going to reach the biggest knife we had to confront whatever it was that was outside. Just then I heard “It moved” I looked back and it was gone. Still, I told Y/n to call the cops and I went into the backyard. When I came back Y/n had tears in her eyes. “I promise I’m not crazy. You believe me right?” I knew what I saw, she was not crazy and if she was then I was crazy too. “No honey, I believe you” I told her, trying to give her a hug despite the bump in the way. 

For a few moments we just stood there in silence, just then I felt a kick. “Did you feel that?” 

“Yeah, she’s been very active” I knew it was only a matter of time before our daughter would be born and we had to create some stability within our life. This is no way to raise a child. 

Just then I felt my stomach drop. I heard glass shattering and looked up to see the glass sliding door that led to the backyard had shattered. Someone threw a brick wrapped in some sort of material through the glass, landing only a few feet away from us. Now it really felt like a horror movie. The storm had died down but night came fast, darkness surrounding us. With just my luck the power just had to shut off and I heard it. Footsteps, the porch creaked as the footsteps became louder and closer. “The cops are on their way right?” I asked Y/n “Yeah I called them, hopefully they will come soon” I grabbed the knife and Y/n stood behind me holding a bat. “I am going to kill that fucker” I muttered mostly to myself. 

In a matter of minutes that thing stood in front of me. Although it wasn’t armed you could tell that it wanted to inflict harm. Y/n and I stood back to back, she faced the front door and I faced the back. Just then the doorbell rang. “Why did you let me get that creepy doorbell?” Y/n asked, as the bell rang throughout the mostly empty house. She went to the door, trying to look at who it was, hopefully it was the cops. Of course it wasn’t, It was LuFisto. “It’s LuFisto, I’m still going to open the door. I’m going to bash that bitches brains in with this bat” I heard Y/n yell. 

She opened the door and like she said, whacked LuFisto in the head with the bat, causing her to fall to her knees. Y/n just kept hitting her with the bat, causing LuFisto to scream out in agony. On my end the mutated person who stood in front of me did nothing. Standing a few feet in front of me doing nothing. Just then the creature pulled a gun out of its pocket, shit. “Umm Y/n, I think you should stop” She turned and I heard the bat drop. She saw the gun pointed directly at her. I never broke, keeping eye contact with the creacher standing confidently showing that I was not scared even though I was terrified.

Just then as if on cue, I hear sirens coming down the street. Finally, just then I heard a shot. I looked and thankfully Y/n was fine. The bullet had completely missed, hitting the front window next to the door instead. Just then I heard several police officers enter and they yelled to drop our weapons to which I did no problem. The creacher did not. 

I stood next to Y/n as we watched LuFisto and that thing get arrested and put into the back of a cop car. We both gave our statements and handed over all of the security footage we had. Luckily for us everything was on film. Weeks of stalking and harassment filmed as proof, hopefully leading to some serious jail time. For the first time in a long time I felt relieved, things should go back to normal. We were safe now. 

..............

The past year has been the craziest year of my life. It didn’t even seem real, this was something from a sick movie. If this taught me anything it would be to live in the moment and not take things for granted. Hold the ones you love close and remind them how much they mean to you. This whole experience made me realize how much I loved Y/n, the things we went through together making our bond stronger than it was before. I was so in love with her and would do anything for her, anything for this baby. Anything to keep them safe, this sick and twisted experience made me realize I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Y/n. I was going to Marry her!

[blckbarbiedoll]

Ghost Of You (M.B.)-Chapter 19

I Bet On Losing Dogs

2019-Chicago, Illinois

Half a year had passed since the chaotic Christmas dinner. Donna's house was now fixed, and she was stable enough to watch Sophia and Eva for the night while the adults went out.

Angie finished up her makeup in the bathroom mirror, trying to get herself together in time.

"Holy shit." Natalie sighed, looking in the mirror. "I'm getting married next week."

"You're getting married next week." Angie grinned.

"Am I making the right decision?"

"What?"

"You've been married for like ever. What do you think?"

"I think you shouldn't compare any marriage to mine."

"True. A few months ago, you guys were on the verge of killing each other."

"We still are. We just hide it better."

"Do you think I'm gonna regret this?"

"You want me to be honest?" Angie grabbed her friend's hands.

"Please."

"Marriage is hard. It's really fucking hard. But spending the rest of your life with the person you love makes it so worth it. Natalie, you love Pete. He's a great guy. He makes you happy. You won't regret that."

Nat smiled and hugged her tightly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

'Knock, knock'

"Hey, we gotta go!" Richie called from the hallway.

The women exited the bathroom, Nat going downstairs. Angie leaned against the wall and smiled at Richie.

"Hi."

"Hey. You mind if I hide up here with you for a sec."

"I thought we had to go."

"I just needed an excuse to come upstairs."

"You okay?"

"It's just Tiff." He sighed, running his hands over his face. "She's pissed at me."

"What'd you do?"

"Nothing. We've just been getting into it lately."  He looked at Angie and saw her sympathetic expression. "But we're fine."

"You sound like me."

"I'm fine, Ange. You don't gotta worry about me."

"Oh, come on, Richie." She reached out to touch his arm. "I'm always gonna worry about you." 

"Hey." Mikey called from the stairs. "What's going on?"

"We're just catching up, man."

"Well can you do it downstairs? We got a party to get to."

"We're coming."

After Mikey went back downstairs, Angie turned to Richie and sighed. "Will you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Will you watch out for him tonight? I know it's a party, but I really don't like it when he drinks all night and mixes it with his pills. I mean, you remember what happened at Christmas."

"Don't worry. I'll keep him straight." 

She wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

🤍

"You're being weird."

Angie looked up from her half empty glass. "Huh?"

"I said you're being weird!" Tiffany restated. "Why're you so quiet?"

"I'm tired."

"It's nine o'clock." Nat told her.

"Look I don't wanna ruin the vibe. This is a bachelorette party, not therapy."

"Why can't it be both?"

"You don't wanna hear about all my shit."

"Is this about Christmas?" Nat asked.

"It's about everything."

"Talk to us." The blonde said. "That's what we're here for."

"I just...I don't know if this is worth it anymore."

"If what is worth it?"

"Staying with him. Because when he's good, he's the best. But when he's bad...I don't even recognize him."

"Oh, honey."

"I just feel so alone." 

"You have us. We're here for whatever you need."

Nat and Tiff softly held Angie as she sobbed into their embrace.

🤍

Angie squinted at the bright bathroom light while she wiped her tear stained face. The door opened and shut as she stepped into the living room.

"Hey. How was it?"

"Fine." Her husband grumbled as he kicked off his shoes.

"I talked to your mom. She said Soph is having the best time with her baby cousin."

"Yeah, I bet." He grabbed a beer from the fridge and leaned against the counter, taking a long sip.

"Michael, what'd I tell you about that?"

"I got a fucking headache, Ange. I can't take the nagging right now."

"You just came from a party."

"Would you get off my ass?"

"Mikey-"

"Maybe I wouldn't have to drink all the time if you would just stop your bitching."

"I can't fucking do this shit. I can't argue about this anymore."

"So why don't you just let me do what I want?"

"Because I don't wanna be married to an addict!" She said with a slight crack in her voice.

"First I was a junkie, now I'm an addict?"

"Yeah, you are!"

"Just 'cause I drink a few beers, and I need to take something for pain makes me an addict?"

"You go through two cases a week! That's what like six a day? That doesn't sound like a problem to you?"

"I'm a fucking adult! Alright? I'm an adult!"

"Where are you getting the pills, Michael?!"

"What?"

"It's been two years! No doctor would prescribe them for that long! Where are you getting them?!"

"Fuck this!" He smashed his bottle on the floor as it shattered across the room. Angie jumped back and tried to avoid the broken glass. "I don't need this shit from you! You think you're so holier than thou just 'cause you're doing okay and I'm struggling?"

"Michael, I have been begging you to talk to me! All I wanna do is help you, but you won't let me!"

"Yeah, like you'd understand!"

"So explain it to me! I am your wife! Don't shut me out! Talk to me, and we'll make this work! We always do! We have to make this work or-"

"Or what?"

"Or I can't do this anymore." She stumbled over her words with tears in her eyes. "I am so sick of fighting with you. I am so sick of sitting here and watching the man I love turn into someone I don't recognize! I don't wanna lose you!"

"I'm right here. I am right here, Angelina! Yet for some reason, you don't see me!"

"I wanna see you!" She sobbed, stepping towards him while she avoided the glass. "I wanna know you again! Just let me know you." She whispered.

The look on his face changed from anger, to guilt. His eyes began to water and he looked up to stop them from falling. She pawed at his shirt and brought him closer to her.

"You were right. I'm just a fucking junkie." He spoke quietly, cupping her face. "I'm sorry I'm such a fucking failure." He pressed his forehead against hers as tears fell onto his cheeks. 

"You're not a failure."

"I'm not a good husband. I'm not a good father. I don't deserve you."

"Shh." She wiped his eyes. "Don't say that."

"Fuck!" He raised his hand up. For a moment, Angie thought he was gonna hit her. He went on to repeatedly slap himself instead.

It truly broke her heart to see her husband like this. "Stop." She grabbed his wrist. "I got you."

"I told you that I wasn't good enough. I told you I wasn't what you needed."

"But you're who I chose. And I would still choose you a million times again."

He cried against her for a while until he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about the bottle. I'll clean it up."

"I'll do it. Just go lay down. I'll meet you in there."

"Okay." He nodded. He lingered in her arms a bit longer before walking into their shared room.

Once he was out of earshot, she sat on the floor away from the glass and sobbed into her hands.

[virnuileva-peto]

Hello! I wrote a Käärijä fanfic.

Content warning for self-doubt, swearing and sad thoughts that can ruin your memories of Kaivohuone gig. Don't like = don't read!

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One last time

Summary: Käärijä misses the way his gigs looked before he became famous and after a bunch of sad thoughts decides to perform Cha Cha Cha in the crowd at Kaivohuone.

First person POV, 713 words, choppy style. Very sad! Proceed only if you like sad writing!!! Mostly inner monologue but there is some plot there too, I swear!

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Shivers.

This crowd goes crazy. Excitement, joy, satisfaction, all these kinds of feelings pouring out of them. And rightfully so - this was one of the best gigs this summer, if not the best one.

The crew did a fantastic job. The vibe landed just right. The audience, welcoming and magnifying everything they received, giving it back to further power up the performance.

Both sides of the barrier resonating until it all started vibrating, shaking, quaking, inevitably leading to a disaster.

Break it down and be free.

The fans are having the time of their lives. They got everything they wished for and more. Surely they will remember this night forever. Sweat, spit, tears, screams. Photos, livestreams, gifts, memories. The whole club is completely filled with cheering and ecstatic shouts. And yet, even in this tightly packed atmosphere of celebration and fulfillment, something is jarringly missing.

Weirdly enough, it used to feel so much more complete and satisfying before this craze started. Back when there was only the front row at the gigs. Back when it was still possible to jump into the crowd and go wild, constantly in direct contact with the audience, almost tangibly feeling the energy flowing into the people and returning back in a feast of show and applause, performance and appreciation.

This was the norm before. Then this whole circus started, filling every waking second with duties, forcing the awareness to lag a few months behind. Only now it becomes obvious that this is all long gone. Now there is only security and bodyguards and barricades and limits.

The feel of longing to bring this back invites a thought to come to the surface. An oddly familiar thought, whose shadow for weeks has accompanied my every attempt at guessing the exact distance between the fence and the stage, but never bold enough to make me actually think it.

This will only get worse. I can no longer deny it. And the thought soon spawns another one: this will never come back.

I did not expect that in order to live my dream and conquer the biggest stages I will have to sacrifice what now might turn out to be my very soul. So damn cruel and wrong that I cannot have both. It's either sold-out venues filled with crowd partying like they never had before, or the ability to experience it alongside them. Impossible to decide, and once I choose one of them, the other is gone. This is bullshit.

Stop. Wait.

Who said I cannot have both?

There is one song left for tonight. Last chance to try and combine the best sides of my current and past life. Right here, right now. Let's do it as it's supposed to be done.

Insane.

Is it selfish? Is it the alcohol? Is it safe? Isn't it my own show after all, damn it?!

I'm doing it. Into the crowd, further, hotter, right in the middle. This is where everything will be fixed. This is where I return to life.

Not even Jesse's frightened face can stop me now. Shit, I hope nothing happens to me. If I die here, he will kill me.

And everything he and the whole crew will tell me afterwards will be absolutely true. This is ridiculous, risky, stupid, outrageous, and I know, and I agree! They will never allow it to happen again, and I will never try to do it again.

Fuck, this really is my last chance. This will never return. Just this one gig and I will have to part with my soul. Only the outer shell will continue into the future, selling music as a product, making money, never feeling complete again.

And if this thing right now doesn't work out, I won't even have anything to remember. Forced to live in the spotlight, smiling and accepting compliments, praised as successfull and fulfilled despite never really reaching the dream.

Is it so?

No, stop, wait, come on!

Stop.

What am I doing? Mourning things that did not happen?

Not a chance. Fuck it, we ball.

The audience is ready to have their minds blown. This is already the best gig of their whole lives.

I can make this the best gig of my own life as well.

Let's go.

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[petertingle-yipyip]

POOKIE now that the album has been out for a while what are your fav songs????

me personnally i cant pick they all already mean sm to me😭😭

once i saw it was a DOUBLE ALBUM i decided to wait till i had enough time to listen in full so i will listen right now and pull a you and give live ratings! (skip to the bottom for an overall feeling)

fortnight 8/10 - this is so ex coded holy “i love you and it’s ruining my life” literally of her relationships at some point, wow. i will say that post is an interesting collab for this type of song but i don’t hate it

the tortured poets department 6/10 - i liked the bridge (i think that’s what it is) the best. lyrically it’s good but not my fave and saying that ab the title track i hope doesn’t get me yelled at by anyone

my boy only breaks his favorite toys 9/10 - i claimed this one from the tracklist so i knew i was gonna like it. the best she stays with as she sings the title is perfect for an edit

down bad 7.5/10 - i didn’t expect her to come out cussing at me, okay ms swift. not a skip but not a daily listen either. crying at the gym is relatable though

so long, london 8/10 - i used this as a fic title lol but the cadence really shows how angry/tired she was by the time they split. the lyrics here are so powerful too. her imagery is always so beautiful

but daddy i love him 6/10 - idk why but this just doesn’t resonate with me the way i thought it would. still good though but i wouldn’t save it turn it on from my own phone

fresh out the slammer 9/10- having that one person who is your immediate thought, the driving force behind you, your everything is all i want and that yearning keeps me up at night

florida!! 4/10- nothing about this song drew me in 🫣

guilty as sin? 8/10 - “i choose you and me religiously” so matt murdock coded

who’s afraid of little old me? 10/10 - SO ex coded and rep coded “i was gentle, i was tame till the circus life made me mean” or “you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me” TELL ME THAT ISNT OUR GIRL EXODUS

i can fix him (no really i can) 6.5/10 - me with every fictional man i come across the “ woah, maybe i can’t” at the end is crazy, basically agreeing that he was such a mess but i was hoping to like this one a little more

loml 9/10- joe put her through it, holy shit

i can do it with a broken heart 10/10 - immediately can tell she was writing about herself performing from another perspective and i love the juxtaposition of a pop-dance type beat with these tougher lyrics “i cry a lot but im so productive” is literally me

the smallest man who ever lived 7.8/10 - the title feels like the inverse of the “loudest woman this town has ever seen” lyric and to me, it really highlights got she was always this icon whereas he was always ducking and dodging and not willing to live in that spotlight with her

the alchemy 5/10 - i feel like the message of this song went right over my head

clara bow 6/10 - it’s a cute song that (i think) documents the growth of her career and maybe the comparisons/comments she gotten as she’s worked and how people compare new stars to her

the black dog 5/10- it doesn’t really resonate with me

imgonnagetyouback 8.5/10 - is this the one some people are saying is similar to get him back! by liv? bc the only similarity i hear is the concept of not knowing if you’re gonna rekindle or beat the shit out of your ex

the albatross 8.5/10 - it’s like she knows exodus and elektra. “she is here to destroy you” but i think this is another way of her reclaiming her image/reputation through acknowledging and challenging what men/media say about her

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus 8.8/10 - honestly idk what ab this song but it’s so beautiful. i can’t explain it but its like a ballroom dance

how did it end? 9/10 - this song gives the vibes of a movie scene where two people are on swings at the night and then suddenly, one swing is empty (but still going) and the other person is just teetering on their toes

so high school 5/10 - gives me early ts vibes and it’s cute but not really me

i hate it here 7/10- not my favorite but i do like the beat

thanK you aIMee 6/10 - this is directed at KIM or am i tripping? also the guitar reminds me of debut era for some reason

i look in peoples windows 7.5/10 - this song is yearning, wanting to see that person just one more time and its me wondering if i’ll see my ex again, just to know what’d happen if he saw me again after everything he’s said to me

the prophecy 9/10 - i really love the chorus

cassandra 5/10 - didn’t really stick out to me and became background noise 🫣

peter 7.8/10 - its really cute and ik it’s probably more of a peter pan reference but the editors need to get on it and do peter x mj

the bolter 8.7/10 - i was not reviled by anyone except my own father so (we’re better now though) but i do run from intimacy

robin 6/10 - slow, sweet, cute little song

the manuscript 9/10- instantly loved it (forgot what else i wanted to say here)

overall, is a lyrically beautiful album. there’s so much emotion in the music and her delivery. her imagery is so beautiful as always. personally, i won’t say i love it but it is so so impactful. releasing 31 songs in one project is unheard of so i tip my hat to her ability to tell these stories with such grace and eloquence through such a marathon of an album. i like that you can hear bits of her previous albums in some of the songs and it is a very mature project imo. you can tell how much this meant to her and how much of herself she’s poured out. its an overall ~7.8/10 for me but i would recommend everyone to give it a listen

[drukhari]

hi king,

kinda need some advice, if you're feeling up to it and got the time. was getting some food earlier and just as I was leaving the counter, a girl runs up to me to let me know that her friend is interested in me and if I'd like her number.

the only thing is.... I have no idea what to text her since I didn't talk to her directly. I don't want to just text "hi" but I also dk what the vibe is

do you have any advice for this panicked gay?

on another note, how've you been? had any good pasta meals this week?

So the way I'd recommend approaching the situation definitely depends on whether it looked like the person in question was aware and on board with her friend giving you her number. If that's something you can confirm from what you saw, then there's no real pressure and you can just open real casually with something like "hey, my name is <insert your name here>, I was getting food from <insert location> earlier when your friend came up to give me your number. Assuming that you're still interested, I figured maybe we could get to know each other over text a bit? If you're not interested anymore, please just let me know and I'll delete your number no questions asked and no pressure."

However, if the person in question was totally oblivious to what her friend was doing or if you're not sure if she knew, then that changes things a bit. Sometimes friends will do that sort of thing to tease someone (which is pretty shitty tbh, because just giving someone's number out without their knowledge isn't okay), so if it were me in your position and I suspected that was the case, I'd probably shoot the person a text to the effect of, "hey - your friend came up to me and gave me your number at <insert location> earlier when I was there grabbing food. Your friend said it was because you were interested in me, but I honestly wasn't sure if that was something you were even aware this friend was doing, or on board with. If that's the case, no problem at all - I'll delete your number immediately and I'm sorry for the inconvenience (I'm also sorry your friend did that). If you were aware and cool with it though, just let me know and maybe we could get to know each other a bit over text and see where that goes?"

Honestly any time something like this has happened to me, it's been obvious it was meant as a prank for the person in question so I didn't bother with any kind of follow up, but in a situation like you described I'm the kind of person who prefers direct and honest communication even with someone I haven't talked to before, so I'm more likely to just level with the other person and lay all my cards on the table and see what their response is while making it clear there's no pressure regardless of what the deal is.

Think of it this way, worst case scenario you end up deleting or blocking the number and going about your day with nothing changed - you haven't met this person before so her lack of presence in your life won't feel different from before this incident even happened. Best case scenario? She's completely on board, and this ends up being the start of something new and good for the both of you.

I wish I could say I've had some good pasta meals this week, but no dice - I did have an excellent chicken finger sub the other night though (and kinda want another one now just thinking about it lmao). Maintenance finally fixed the AC so I'm the coolest I've been in days, why not ruin that with some hot sauce right? Hope everything works out, anon!

[dearreader]

hello! kelly’s back again to post her unsolicited thoughts on the surprise songs connecting to taylor swift tracks!

if you’re interested in seeing my other posts heres tokyo-melbourne and sydney night 1.

so, this isn’t the first song that i think taylor’s implied cheating was going on. for melbourne night 2 (2/17) she did the getaway carXaugustXthe other side of the door mash up (which i think is giving hints on but daddy i love him) so these assumptions were already there. but i think the difference between daddy i love him and guilty as sin? is that it might be more coming to terms with him cheating. with the other song it felt like she was coming to terms or just finding out he cheated, i also think it might be her trying to justify staying with him inspite of the cheating and trying to make it work (this is me trying on piano).

but this one feels more poignant. there’s more anger behind these songs (should’ve said no/you’re not sorry). in both cases she’s telling off her ex who cheated on her. she’s putting her foot down and saying enough enough and he ruined their relationship. and that plus new years dayXpeace on the piano is adding an interesting layer to the relationship (that i probably don’t need to say cause the dash has been losing it all day) that she was willing to try and fix this and would give everything to be with him. she was willing to do the long haul but he wasn’t in the end.

so my thought is the same as everyone else’s. taylor was giving everything to this relationship and he wasn’t giving that same energy back so it was weighing on taylor and, from the great war, she suspected he might’ve been cheating. but in that song it ended with revealing he wasn’t and they’re better now for it. but with how these surprise songs are presenting it seems like he was cheating but maybe continuously silencing her thoughts or worries but it was coming up so often that she was questioning if it was real and that maybe he really is guilty.

this is probably half assed and wrong so i’m sorry.

but with “who’s afraid of little old me?” i’m thinking it’s going to be a fun pop song. i’m thinking it’s got the blank space and anti hero vibes. i think it might be taylor getting back out into the world after being inside for so long and seeing the world eat her up. they fall to their knees with a new outfit photo or post. and she’s now kinda looking back and around and thinking of her previous short coming and now seeing she’s well loved. so she’s asking “who’s afraid of little old me now?”

i once again gave no idea for surprise songs, so im guessing me! and i did something bad. don’t ask me why i’m just going for it