#i feel like the song choice is not gonna make sense but i felt it in my heart

[tapestryundone]

CLUBBING IF YOU'RE CLEVER DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER AND MY HEART'S NEVER FREE!

[designernishiki]

so I watched the show and like. I wasn’t as angry as I expected to be. because it was so incoherent and so not resemblant of yakuza that I couldn’t really latch onto something to be mad about. like it’s just. such a mess.

[arbitrarykiwi]

Third Times a Charm: Taste Test 1/3

Nam-Gyu (Player 124) x AFAB Reader smut series

Summary: you ran into him three separate times. First was at a party, second time was at a club. And like his favorite drugs, he was addicted. The third time? Well he wasn’t going to let you get away so easy. Third times a charm and he was going to get his fix. ((Non-squid games au))

Warnings: smut(18+), drug usage(be safe, don’t do drugs, i don’t condone drug usage, all that jazz), mixing substances (…it’s a Gyu fic…there’s gonna be drugs) alcohol mentions, sex while under the influence, fingering, dirty talk, choking, exhibitionism, (he fingers you at a party), proof read but im dyslexic so spelling errors, read at your own risk

Additional chapters: Oral Fixation 2/3 , Bodytalk 3/3

The first time you ran into him was a house party.

You weren’t sure how you even ended up there- maybe a friend through a friend? You didn’t care, you were here for a good time!!

The music was loud, bodies were crowded around in someone’s loft apartment, drinks were flowing, and drugs were being passed around. You find yourself people watching as you sip from a solo cup filled with some liquor. Your friend group brings you out of a trance. Your mostly empty cup is thrown to the ground and someone replaces it with a shot.

“C’mon! take it and then hit this shit!” Your friend says pointing to the shot glass then she holds up her hand. On the top of her hand, along the back of her thumb was a white substance that you were familiar with. Wasn’t your drug of choice- but right now it seemed like just what you needed. You imagined that the heightened experience the substance would give you would only help to make this night more fun.

You quickly take the shot, the liquor burning your throat. “Now for your chaser!!” Your friend laughed and cheered, holding up her hand with the white powder.

Your nose brushes her hand, inhaling the powder and bringing your head back with a sigh. Immediately your senses are heightened, you feel like you’re buzzing and soon you’re laughing along with the group of girls who excitedly cheer on your escapades.

Your friends drag you into the crowd, the loud thrum of the music enchanting you into following them, a sway in your hips as you make your way into the sea of dancing bodies.

In the massive wave of dancing party goers- you got separated from your friends somehow, the music and substances keeping you dancing alone in the sea of people you seemed to pay no attention to. The loud vibrating bass of the song has your hips swaying, your arms running over the sides of your own body before reaching up into your hair. You felt free, all in your own little world, the drugs and alcohol in your blood stream making you feel like you're flying.

His hand snaked around the left side of your waist, across your stomach, securing itself on the right side of your waist, pulling you back against him.

You could turn around and throw a punch…but the skillful way his hips move against yours, the way his cologne fills your nose, and not to mention the multiple substances in your system, you find yourself moving your hips with his hand guiding you.

You tilt your head back to get a look at who is dancing behind you. He had dark eyes, dark hair to match. His hair was just long enough to tuck behind his ears, strands falling loose as he leans down to your ear. A silver chain is around his neck that falls tantalizingly between his collarbones. You smile sweetly at him.

“Here I was thinking I’d have to ask for your name first.” He says, a low timbre in his voice as he squeezes the small of your waist for emphasis.

His voice sends a shiver up your back. It’s a low gravely tone that tickles the shell of your ear. It has a mocking, degrading lilt to it, one that makes this all the more exciting.

“Maybe I want to do it different…” You found yourself humming as you turn yourself towards him, arms finding purchase around his shoulders. Your fingers play with the hair that sits at the base of his neck- an attempt to tease him or to ground yourself from the raging high, you weren’t sure.

His eyebrows raise as he looks down at you, his pupils blown and the whites of his eyes tinged red- at least he was just as fucked up as you, if not more. A look of a strange intrigue washes over his face as he looks you over. He’s overt about it, eyes looking at the swell of your breasts that is visible thanks to the low v-cut shirt you decided to wear.

It’s sleazy. But it’s so hot.

“Different, huh?” He hums, his arm around the small of your back keeping you pressed against him. You can feel the growing hard on that’s tenting his black slacks. He’s shameless about it too, making sure to maneuver your lower half over his erection with a deliberate guidance. “And how do you intend to do that, pretty thing?” He added with a tilt of his head, looking down at you with a smirk that you were sure was a drug in itself, making you feel higher the more you stared at him.

“You’ll have to earn it. Impress me and I’ll give you my name.” You say as you reach up to grab the silver chain that’s around his neck, pulling at it. He leans down, his face inches away from yours. You can feel the way his breath hitches as stares at your lips then to your eyes. “You think you could do that?” You say with a grin, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.

He chuckles, a low vibration that has you spinning. You could swear he was in your brain with how the deep laugh of his resounded throughout your mind and ignited goose bumps over your whole body. You can’t even respond before he swings you back around. Your back once again pressed to his chest as he slips a leg between yours, hovering you above his thigh as he moves your hips back against him.

It’s as if you are in another world, just you and him. Your eyes flutter shut and you let out a sigh of ecstasy. The people around you don’t matter, the music just a distant bass to keep the tempo of your hips. You were sure you couldn’t even focus enough to hear the lyrics if you tried. All that mattered was the feeling of his back pressed to yours, the feeling of the drugs and alcohol in your system, his rough hands gripping at the plush of your hips, and his hard on digging at the small of your back.

It was quick motion, one he did with such strategy you didn’t even realize what was happening until you felt the rough material of his pants drag against your core. Your eyes shoot open and a gasp leaves your mouth as he moves you in a deliciously slow back and forth motion along his thigh.

He guided you against him with a fluidity that had you second guessing just how much drugs you did. His head drops low once again to press his face against the side of your head. He takes a deep breath that has a shiver running up your spine as he shamelessly breathes in your scent. One of his hands travels from your hip, up your torso, and over your breasts to your sternum. Stopping there, his large hand is splayed across your collar bones, his thumb rubbing at the base of your neck.

Loud music be dammed, he was going to feel you come undone. And if he couldn’t hear the small whines and pants of breath that spilled out of your mouth while he moved you against his thigh- contributing to the growing wet spot in your panties- he was going to feel it.

He was feeling your breaths. The way your breath hitched when he flexed his thigh, the way it caught in your throat if he ground you down just a little bit harder, the way your chest rose- your whine lost to the loud music, when he ran his hand higher on the column of your neck, threatening to begin squeezing.

“How ‘bout this, hm? Impressed you enough?” He hums low, his nose brushing against the shell of your ear. Before you could retort, say some bratty comment, anything…he speaks again. “You can’t even deny it, pretty. I can feel you making a mess on my pants.”

You whimper, feeling embarrassed that you were letting him move you like this in the crowd of people around you that dance along to the music. You know he wasn’t lying either, you could feel the wetness from your panties bleed into his pants, making a mess that only helps him to move you against his thigh.

You just nod, a pathetic response, your head tilting back against his shoulder. You let him manipulate your body against his, his hand moving up your sternum to your neck, grasping at it and pulling you back against him more, tiling your head to look back at him.

“Look at you, fucked up beyond belief…on what is it? 4 different substances.” He rambles with a degrading tone, a large smirk on his face as he takes in the details of your face. Pupils blown, whites of your eyes stained red and your eyebrows turned up in a desperate expression that has a growl resounding from his throat. “And yet here you are…letting me manhandle you like this.”

He swears he could cum right then and there just by the look you were giving him. Eyes hazy and looking back at him with a doe eyed stare, lips parted as you try to find your words.

You can’t feel yourself become hotter, it’s like you can feel every thread of his pants kiss against your clit as he drags you against him. You bite your lip, trying to keep in your sounds, hoping to keep some decorum in the crowded house party. Letting a man you didn’t know get you off on his thigh? How debauched.

But you loved it.

“You poor thing…how am I supposed to learn your name if you can’t even speak.” He says with a chuckle, squeezing at your neck. You watch as he just stares at you, like you were the most delicious thing he ever had the pleasure to lay his eyes on. “I’ll go first…help you out a little, since I’m so nice.”

He snakes his hand on your hip around to the front of your stomach, and then lower, pushing down as he gyrates your hips harder against his thigh.

“W-wait, a-ahh-“ You didn’t even mean to let the wanton plea slip from your lips, but as it does, it just spurs him on. “Feels good doesn’t it?” He chides with a laugh, enjoying how easy you seem to be falling apart under him.

The drugs running through your system don’t help you, they make every feeling 100x more emphasized and it is damn near pathetic how little it’s taking you to get worked up. As much as you wish to say some snarky remark back, you can’t even think straight enough to scold yourself for not having more resilience.

“Name’s Nam-Gyu.” He says simply, stating his name first like he promised, his hand now working to bunch up the front of your skirt. The idea that anyone in this house party could look and see the two of you is still very prevalent but you couldn’t care. He releases your neck only to bring a hand up to your hair at the back of your head and force you to look down. The visual of his hand playing with the small bow of the panties you had on has your eyes fluttering shut with a shaky breath. You force your eyes open to look again. The ring on his pointer finger is cold against the skin of your pubic bone.

His fingers are long and thick, finding their way under your panties and making quick work to dip between your folds, smearing the mess you’ve mad. “Want you to say my name when I make you cum.” He says simply.

He is messy with it, rubbing his fingers between your folds as if he’s trying to memorize how you feel, playing with the arousal that has pooled in your underwear. He moves two fingers against your clit in soft, teasing motions.

He’s truly in his own world, mesmerized by the soft feeling of your pussy against his fingers. He swears he could do this for ages, just simply playing with you. He grins when he feels you grind up into his hand, a desperate attempt to catch your clit on his fingers anytime he pulls them back. God, you have got him hooked. As much as he wants to sit here and take his time with you, your eagerness spurs him on to continue.

He makes quick work of moving his fingers down, circling your entrance teasingly. He catches your eyes again, looking down at you with a hungry and drugged out gaze that leaves you entranced. You can’t find your words, every nerve is lit up by the feeling of his fingers- you swear you can feel his fingerprints, each microscopic ridge ruining you for anyone else that now dares to be with you.

His fingers work diligently, your wetness practically invites his two thick fingers into your cunt. You let out a choked breath, your body going slack. If it wasn’t for his one arm around your torso, you’re sure you would have fallen. When he’s knuckle deep in your walls, he pauses, a moan slipping out of his mouth as he finally feels just how tight you are. Your velvety walls were wrapping his fingers in a constricting vice that he never wants to leave.

His palm grinds into your clit as his fingers scissor themselves inside you. You writhe against him, biting into your lip hard enough to draw blood. It’s a rapid pace that has you twitching against him. It’s almost too much. The drugs in your system has you thinking his fingers were made for your cunt. The way they move in a delicious rhythm, spreading you open before burring deep within your warmth once again to massage the sweet spot inside of you.

“F-fuck N-Nam-Gyu.” You whine out in a desperate attempt to get him to slow down. “There it is…sweet thing.” He coos through gritted teeth, trying to restrain himself from fucking you in the middle of the crowd. “My name sounds so good coming out of your mouth..” He responds, not letting up. You can feel your thighs begin to become covered in your own wetness, his fingers not stopping, keeping up the nearly sadistic, rapid pace.

It’s embarrassing how fast you feel yourself cumming. It’s a wild wave of white hot heat that explodes over your body. You let out a gasp, your mouth soon is covered by his free hand as the gasp quickly turns into an obscene moan. Your sounds are muffled by his hand, your own hands latching onto his forearms in an attempt to keep your body upright. You can hear him growl low as he feels your pussy clench around his fingers in a spasm, your cum spilling out over his knuckles.

“Ohh…fuck….there you go.” He hisses as he finger fucks you through your orgasm. “Squeezing my fingers so hard…shit you’d feel so good around my cock…” He growls, more to himself than you but it has just as much as an effect.

He grips your chin, turning you to face him. His lips meet yours to swallow your cries as you continue to convulse around his fingers. It’s a mess of teeth and tongue, a desperate and hungry motion. He savors every moment of it- becoming addicted to the taste of your saccharine lips.

He massages you through it, his fingers pumping in gentle curling motions, wanting to drag it out. You whimper against his lips and writhe in his grip as you grind your hips desperately into his hand.

Your lips part with a messy string of saliva. You both are panting, recovering for the oxygen lost. He looks at you as if you’re a marble statue sculpted by the hands of an ancient artist. A rare marvel on display for him and him only.

His thumb runs across your bottom lip, disconnecting the remains of your kiss.

You fall limply back into him, your body twitching from the aftermaths of your orgasm. He drops his hand from your mouth, using it to brush back the mess of hair that was in your face.

You stare blankly at the ceiling as you catch your breath. His fingers are still nestled deep inside you. He nudges your cheek with his nose. His lips pressing gentle kisses on your jaw and then under your ear. “You with me still, sweetness?” He says with a chuckle as he nudges your face again.

You laugh with him, looking over to him and nodding. “That was…” You lose your voice as you try and catch your breath, a blissed out smile on your face. “Impressive?” He says jokingly, recalling the game he was playing- trying to impress you for your name.

You laugh again, nodding, leaning back into him. His fingers still inside you, he rocks you gently to the music, the motion almost calming. “Impressive enough to tell me your name?” He asked with a grin, his lips dancing along the shell of your ear as he speaks.

You’re yanked out of your post orgasm haze by a hand gripping onto your wrist that was balled into a fist by your side. You gasp, turning back forward about to cuss out the intruder out for ruining your moment with your new acquaintance.

You’re met with the face of one of the friends you showed up to the party with. Her face twisted into a worried expression as she looks at you. “There you are! We gotta go! KJ is black out and throwing up over the balcony!” Your friend says, referring to another friend, KJ, you had arrived to the house party with.

Your friend pulls you out of Nam-Gyu’s grasp, not noticing how your face was flushed and your legs were wobbly. You whine a pathetic sound as your friend yanks you off of Nam-Gyu, his fingers pulled out of your cunt in a rapid motion. She begins to pull you frantically through the crowd. You look back desperately, trying to give him an apologetic look for being taken away, assuming he’d be annoyed by your hasty exit.

Yet you didn’t see him angry. He stood in the middle of the dance floor, in the same spot you were pulled off of him. He stares directly at you, a smirk on his face as he brings his hand that was just knuckles deep in your cunt up to the air, spreading his fingers. It’s a debauched display, only for you. Your cum is between his fingers in ribbons as he spreads the digits into a ‘V’ shape. It’s shining in the lights of the party, hard to miss. He brings his fingers in front of his face his tongue slipping out between his lips to lick between the ‘V’ shape of his fingers.

He gathers your cum on his tongue, leaving it stuck out for a brief moment- making sure you saw it- before he pops the two fingers that were inside you, inside his mouth.

He rolls eyes, his head tilted back and his mouth latched to his fingers as he makes a show of letting you know how good you tasted. He brings his head back down and winks. He pulls his fingers from his mouth and smirks before turning on his heel and disappearing into the sea of dancing bodies.

Your friends drag you out of the loft apartment where the party was hosted. You stumble down the stairs, watching as your friends help KJ, who was throwing up into a plastic bag. Your mind is elsewhere.

As you stumble down the stairs of the apartment complex you can still feel your wetness covering your thighs. It’s a raunchy feeling, one that has you second guessing your standards but you can’t stop the grin that spreads on your face as you think about him once again.

And as you’re hauled into a taxi with your friends, all you could think about was him.

Nam-Gyu.

You repeated his name in your head like a mantra. You wanted so bad to go back into that party and find him, but the diligence of taking care of your friend kept you from doing so. You just hoped by some miracle you’d see him again.

It’s like you can feel the ghost of his fingers pumping in and out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you try to remember the exact way he felt, the way he sounded, the way he smelled.

Unbeknownst to you, he was already asking other partygoers if they knew you. Despite winning your little game, impressing you for your name- you were pulled away before you could tell him your name. And he didn’t like cheaters.

After the one taste he got of you, he’d be dammned if he didn’t get another.

[loricciardo]

TAG YOU LATER, charles leclerc.

pinned rules masterlist

pairing. charles leclerc x indie musician!reader

summary. an up and coming american indie musician tags charles leclerc on instagram after he wins the austin grand prix, never expecting him to see it; let alone comment. when he gets hooked on a dreamy demo she shared, not realizing she’s the one who made it… things spiral fast.

tags. female reader, fluffy, slight cussing, SMAU, usage of y/n as name is unspecified, unaddressed hate comments, reader is an american from texas,

author’s note. hey!!!! i’ve never in my life written a SMAU so i hope this isn’t too shit 😭 feedback is always welcome and appreciated!!!! lots of love ALSO I RUSHED THE END IM SORRY!!!

request are open, not proofread, based on this ask. looking for beta readers! x

🎶 stranger to me (demo) — by your band

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yn still not over yesterday. charles leclerc on the podium in my home state??? unreal. also if you see a girl sobbing during the anthem… no you didn’t.

tagged charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari

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charles_leclerc Merci ❤️ I didn’t see anyone crying I promise 😅 Also great song choice

↳ yn not you actually seeing this 😭😭 wait. wait. you listened to it?

↳ charles_leclerc Yes! On repeat actually. Who is the artist?

↳ carlossainz55 Mate… 😂😂😂

↳ charles_leclerc ????

↳ ferrarifan1 oh charles is dumb dumb

ynluvr128 Wait. Wait. Wait. Is this happening.. in real time?!

random IMAGINE THE CHARLES LECLERC is in your comments what is going on 😭

f1gossipgirl wtf is charles doing here lmao

random Another clout chaser 🥱 F1 isn’t the same anymore with all these wannabe WAGs

yourbandmate1 Way to promote the song go girl xo

↳ yn I DIDNT EVEN MEAN TO

↳ yourbandmate2 well it went up in streams sooo keep doing this 💝💝

charles_leclerc has added to their story!

🎶 stranger to me (demo) — by your band

yn has replied to your story:

yn okay so um. hi 😅 i didn’t want to say anything publicly because i was kind of dying on the inside and it just felt weird to announce but

yn i’m the artist btw

yn or… well my band is 😭 i wasn’t gonna release it but now charles leclerc listens to it apparently so that’s cool

charles_leclerc Wait

charles_leclerc No no no

charles_leclerc You can’t just casually be that good and expect no one to notice 😅

charles_leclerc That’s so cool. You’re seriously talented yn liked this message

yn thank you!!!!! 🤍🤍

yn i’m kinda glad you didn’t know 😭 it feels less weird that way

charles_leclerc Makes sense

charles_leclerc But now that I do know… it’s even more impressive

charles_leclerc You’ve got something special. The lyrics are very well written

yn that means a lot especially coming from someone who’s used to yknow…

yn engines n shit idfk 😭

charles_leclerc Hey!!!! 😡

charles_leclerc I write music too

charles_leclerc Well

charles_leclerc I mess around on the piano sometimes but still

yn wait for real??? youre a musician too??? what can’t you people do 😭

charles_leclerc “Musician” is a very very strong word I’m afraid

charles_leclerc I play a few basic progressions when I can’t sleep

yn honestly relatable af

yn that’s how stranger to me happened

charles_leclerc It’s a sign chéri. It seems to be working well for you ❤️

yn i’ll take that as encouragement to keep making sad little ballads then

charles_leclerc Yes! Please do

charles_leclerc I need new stuff to listen to. You have a very specific vibe and I’m addicted now 😅

yn well damn

yn guess i have to finish my next song 😭 charles_leclerc liked this message

charles_leclerc has followed you back!

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yn currently writing songs i swore i’d never let anyone hear. funny how quickly that changes sometimes. #MaybeWeWillShareThisOne #OrWillWe?

tagged yourband, bandmate1, bandmate2, bandmate3

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ynfan this era of her is so raw i’m obsessed

charles_leclerc 👀 Now you have to release it liked by yn and 5,279 others

↳ fan1 omg CHARLES AGAIN??

↳ hater i can’t tell if he actually likes her music or just wants in her pants LMFAO

↳ fan2 He is here before the fanpages are 😭

↳ fan3 is he not embarrassed 💀

carlossainz55 @charles_leclerc Did you switch careers or what?

↳ charles_leclerc I can’t just appreciating good music anymore?

↳ fan he’s SWEATING in these comments lol

lilymhe I vote yes for release DM me the drop 😌

↳ yn only if you pinky swear not to leak it 🤙

↳ lilymhe What do you take me for? 🤙

↳ fan omg not lily being in on it too

↳ fan soft-launch SQUAD confirmed

bff1 drop. the. demo. or we riot.

↳ yn y-y… yes maam 😅 (help she is holding me at gun point)

musicblogger22 I love watching you lean into this. your sound deserves to be loud 🔥

bandmate3 YESSSSSSSS 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

↳ bandmate3fan i want u so bad

f1gossipgirl ok but are we just ignoring the way Charles is basically soft launching in her comments?

↳ yndefender girl what??? 💀 they’re just friends???

charlesfan876 she’s literally milking this attention lol

ynhater4 girl one song on insta doesn’t make you a musician 😭

↳ ynHQ and yet he’s in her likes and you’re in the comments 🫶

f1updatesdaily can someone explain to me why this random singer is suddenly everywhere with the drivers??

random i swear if she doesn’t release this one i’ll cry

yncharlesshipper He’s gonna end up in a song isn’t he 👀

↳ fan he’s already inspired one idk what y’all mean

f1updatesdaily 📸 Spotted: Charles Leclerc out in Las Vegas with American singer-songwriter YN of yourband following the Vegas GP.

The two were seen walking around the Strip late at night after grabbing food. Fans were quick to recognize YN from a recent post where she tagged Charles after his Austin podium, where he left a suspiciously flirty comment. 👀

She is behind the indie track Stranger to Me that Charles recently shared to his story last week.

More than just a coincidence? Swipe ➡️ for more.

#F1 #CharlesLeclerc #Ferrari #VegasGP #WAGWatch #WhoIsShe #YnLn #LasVegas

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ynmusicfan THE WAY SHE’S BEEN LOWKEY FOR YEARS AND NOW THIS??

wagupdates she’s been on a few spotify editorial playlists lately too?? i’m smelling gold diggerrrr

fan “stranger to me” is about to chart isn’t it 😭

wherestheferrari not the guy who plays piano falling for a girl who writes sad songs

↳ charlesfan26 meant to be!!!! we love yn in this house 🏠

ynupdates IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?!?!?!

fan3 not the indie girlies entering the F1 universe now 😭

f1slayyy unpopular opinion but i kinda love this for him

f1anon Y’all she’s American and 4 years younger than him… plot twist

↳ yndefender2 am I the only one who thinks the gap is a little weird 💀 Charles is ancient

f1hatersunite fame-hunting 101 lol

charles_leclerc has added to their story!

yn has replied to your story:

yn are you trying to start rumors or are you just feeling bold today

yn also?? favorite sound????? i’m blushing pls

charles_leclerc Both are true

charles_leclerc Also you blush really easily, chéri

charles_leclerc It’s cute yn has liked this message

f1girlie CHARLES. LECLERC. JUST POSTED A GIRL ON HIS STORY. NO TAG. NO CONTEXT. I’M UNWELL.

lovedovedance wait wait WAIT is that the same girl who dropped stranger to me??? the vibes matchhhh

leclercdaily She had headphones on. “Favorite sound.” He’s either dating her or she made him a playlist that changed his life

goferrari69 not charles soft launching his manic pixie dream indie girlfriend while i cry over my physics exam

ynlovebot OKAY BUT. the caption. the framing. the fact she’s not tagged??? that’s real. that’s intentional. yn x charles era is here

delusionaldutch i fear this is the girl from vegas.

leclercgf we lost girls. wrap it up.

maxverstappenshrine me pretending i don’t care while zooming in and enhancing like i’m on NCIS

charlesloverreal no bc if this IS her then charles has TASTE. this is what a yearning man

haterhoe69 not another one of them falling for the ✨artsy✨ american girls 💀 y’all are weak

carlossainzstannie atp if she gets invited to qatar i’m logging out permanently

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yn wrote a song and found a soft place to land. 🤍truly forza ferrari 🏎️🇶🇦

tagged charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari, qatargp

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charles_leclerc Even your captions are poetic. Love you ❤️ liked by yn and 17,252 others

↳ yn ❤️❤️ forever?

charles_leclerc Is that even a question, chéri?

fan OH MY GOD

leclercsleftdimple that deep ass kiss just healed my trust issues

ynupdates her caption?? charles’ comment?? everyone shut up this is love

lando We’ve been knew but congrats Ig

↳ yn jealous much?

↳ lando Of him? Not a chance

↳ yn i meant jealous of me. we know you want a homoerotic relationship with charles liked by 162 others

↳ landofan THIS IS SO??? 😭

leclercnation she writes songs AND makes our boy smile like that?? wife material confirmed

hater27 i tried to hate but i listened to her song and now i’m just confused

WAGupdates this is why we never trust a man’s instagram story. full relationship arc in 4 posts

carmenmmundt She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s everything. He’s there. Love you.

↳ yn sending all my love carmen 🤍🤍 you’re welcome to hang out in the ferrari garage anytime george pisses you off x

↳ georgerussell63 Excuse me??????

↳ yn everyone is a ferrari fan! forza ferrari george

pierregasly finally. my timeline is at peace.

gracieabrams literally crying at this softboy era you unlocked 😭🫶

lilymhe Miss you girlie!!!!

↳ yn can we date instead

[thetrialsandtribulationsofeb]

it’s kind of ironic (and annoying) when some of GA watchers call buddie shippers “fetishizers” because we ship two best friends, but they root for bucktommy

when from what i’ve seen on my screen is that their relationship is just so freaking bad - they kiss, then they go on a date where tommy shames and dumps buck instead of being more supportive and empathetic, despite knowing that this is buck’s first queer experience. he doesn’t show up in the right costume for the bachelor party, he makes a weird joke about buck’s daddy issues (some people find it an icebreaker, but to me it felt inappropriate), they have a 6-month anniversary date where tommy gives buck a present he doesn’t like because he knows almost nothing about him, as proven by the hospital scene where buck’s best friend fills in on the lore. he breaks up with him because he’s insecure. he then tries to shoot his shot once again after their drunk hookup and reveals that he sees buck’s best friend as competition and is glad he’s gone, etc

there’s literally nothing for me to root for

like, if someone does ship two guys just because they’re hot together, then it’s the bt shippers

and they think that we want buddie because we want to “turn everything sexual,” but from all the buddie analyses i read, it’s not even the right point, ‘cause what we actually want is for them to be romantic (which they already are, but an actual confirmation would be nice)

and this whole issue of pairing buck and eddie with people just because they’re hot and available?? it happens with all their past relationships, actually

with ali, natalia, ana, and marisol there was no emotional connection shown - they were just so insignificant and the show just said, “yeah, this is his romantic partner. whatever”

and with shannon, taylor, and tommy, there were too many misalignments and conflicts, so i couldn’t like them either

i won’t say anything about abby ‘cause she was always meant to leave the show and be only at the start of buck’s journey

meanwhile, if i found what buck and eddie have with someone in my real life, i’d literally marry them. and i’m not even that into marriage - but with them, i would

and i would think that maybe the writers don’t know how to write a healthy and interesting relationship between a man and a woman and that’s why the strongest bond is between two male characters (like spn and its poor treatment of the women in dean and sam’s life), but it’s not the case either?? ‘cause bathena and madney exist

hell, sometimes they even make me emotional over random couples during emergencies

so the writers really wrote themselves into a corner with how they’ve portrayed buddie

and i’d think that maybe they’re against it, but all the scripting, acting, and promoting choices starting from season 7 tell me otherwise

either the people who are directly involved in the ship (tim, oliver, ryan, maybe someone else) are that stupid that they don’t see what they’re doing, or the bt fans are stupid because instead of shipping the two characters that actually have a beautiful connection with each other, they are more invested in some random couple just because tommy is hot and very clearly gay

buck and eddie can kiss and sleep with other people all they want, but the truth is, that romantically and emotionally, no one can compare to what they have with each other

and again, this is actually a classic friends-to-lovers trope, when no matter how much you try to build a relationship with other people, you always come back to your best friend because turns out they’re actually the right person for you

there are hundreds of songs, books, and tv shows written about this, and it happens quite often in real life

and if for some stupid reason (like tim minear maybe losing his mind), buddie doesn’t become canon, then i’m still gonna think that i’m right about my interpretation of their relationship and that he is wrong, because it’s the only development that makes sense for their story and for their feelings

and i’m anti-bucktommy till the day i die ‘cause something about people hating all of buck’s previous female love interests, but suddenly loving tommy - even though he’s just as bad for buck as they were - really pisses me off as a bisexual

it just screams biphobic and misogynistic to me

and like, yes, thank you for bi-buck-canon, but tommy is just a placeholder, because the only one who makes buck actually happy and gives him what he needs is eddie

after they get together, the writers can build other close platonic male friendships for “healthy male friendship representation” - like buck and ravi, or eddie and chim, for example

but buck and eddie? these two are in love with each other and they make sense as lovers

[channiesluvrclub]

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? - ᴄʜʀɪsᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʀ ʙᴀɴɢ

A/n: Hello loves! this is my first full length smut on here, I hope all of my Chan biased people really enjoy this. This was proof read but then again there could still be some mistakes.

Info/TW: Bestfriend!Chan, Fem!reader, Slight nipple play, Oral sex Fem!Receiving, ServiceDom!Chan, Aftercare.

WC: 2.8k

You were relaxing at your best friend’s house. Bangchan was always a sweetheart and most of your hangouts usually consisted of listening to music while doing your own things. Today was like any other, the both of you on his bed, r&b music playing in the background. In this case, The Color Violet by Tory Lanez was playing. It was a song commonly appearing in multiple of your playlists.

Bangchan settled his head into the side of your thigh, his eyes closing as he let the music sink in. “Hey, I think we listen to this song just about every time we hang out.” He giggled a little as he spoke quietly.

You looked down at him humming in agreement. “Well, it is your favorite song, so I’m not surprised.” Your hands subconsciously raked through his hair as you spoke to him. He seemed to relax even further, his muscles loosening. “I think I’m gonna grab a snack from the kitchen, do you want anything?” You asked Bangchan, your hands slowing down their motions. He shook his head.

You carefully slipped out of the bed walking down to the kitchen. Bangchan often let you free roam his house considering you two were extremely close. Whatever was his was also yours, you were practically dating him at this point, you were just too scared to admit it. Thoughts of the two of you dating flushed your head as you stood in front of the pantry, gazing over the array of snacks. Meanwhile, Bangchan sat in his bedroom, thinking about you and your body. In his eyes you were the epitome of perfection, he loved everything about you. He loved the way you dressed, smelt, looked, and acted. As he thought about you, he could hear the crinkle of snack wrappers downstairs. 

Bangchan thought about his possible choices for a second. He could stay here and suppress his feelings or he could go downstairs and make his move on you. Why sit around and do nothing if he felt so strongly about you? Bangchan got up and walked downstairs quietly. He snuck up behind you, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist.

You let out a high pitched squeak, dropping the bag of pretzels you had in your hands. “Bangchan?” You called out, letting out a sigh. “Shh, it’s okay angel, it’s just me.” He whispered, pressing a small kiss to the back of your neck. You shuddered under his touch, it felt so relaxing yet possessive. 

You turned around to look him in the eyes. “Why are you-” He cut you off, pulling you flush to his chest, arm wrapped around your waist. “You look extra stunning today, angel. What's with the extra makeup? Are you trying to impress me, because it sure did work.” You looked into his eyes, a devilish grin creeping across his face. 

Bangchan pulled you back to his bedroom, the bag of pretzels forgotten on the floor, his dog berry would probably find them within no time. Your heart raced, practically throbbing out of your chest. What did he want? Why was he doing this? Did he see you as more than a best friend?

Bangchan propped you against the pillows on his bed, hovering over you. “Is this okay?” He whispered to you, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You nodded in response only to be met with his disapproval. “I need words angel, I wouldn't want you to turn around and say I did this against your will.” He chuckled quietly. “Yes, please Chan, I think it's about time.” You looked deep into his eyes, searching for any sense of malicious intent. 

With your given consent he began to pull your t-shirt off, revealing that you had been lounging around without a bra this whole time. His eyes widened as he was met with the view of your breasts, nipples stiff and aching, all for him. He leaned down further, placing kisses down your chest until his lips reached the bud of your left breast. The way he hovered over you was tantalizing, it was as if he was teasing you. He looked up at you once more, asking for consent with his eyes. You nodded, gently running a hand through his hair. Bangchan smiled before pressing a soft kiss to the bud of your left breast, his free hand snaking up to your right breast to give it a little squeeze.

He looked up at you again. “You okay angel?” His eyes were filled with love and compassion, he truly loved and cared about you. “Yeah, I’m okay Channie.” You smiled down at him.

He continued to place kisses down your stomach, his lips now resting above the waistband of your sweats. Bangchan gently hooked his fingers under your waistband, pulling your sweats down carefully. He admired the sight of you, completely naked except for your lacy panties.

He sighed, eyes widening. “Oh angel, you’re so pretty.” He placed another kiss on your stomach before sliding your panties to the side.

You let out a small whine as the cold air hit your now exposed core. Bangchan’s eyes were glued to you, he was left breathless at the view of your pure beauty. He carefully slipped his fingers between your folds, your essence coating his long and slender fingers. His middle finger gently brushed across your clit causing you to shudder in pleasure.

You looked down at him, gently working his fingers into your core. “Channie, it feels so good. Don't ever stop.” He looked up at you, a smug grin on his face. “Then I should keep going? Maybe take it a step further?” He asked, a sultry tone in his voice. You nodded, grinding against his fingers, trying to get any traction that you could. 

Bangchan got up, laying you at the end of the bed. He then got on his knees on the floor, spreading your legs partly, the soft glow of the led lights illuminating your glistening essence that had dripped onto your inner thighs. His eyes were filled with a hungry look as he spread your legs further, pressing small kisses to your inner thigh. To your surprise, he didn’t hold back, pressing a long kiss to your clit. He began to gently suck on your clit, gently nipping at the pearl with his teeth every few seconds. Not enough to hurt you but just enough pain to fuel the pleasure. You moaned into your hand, trying not to make it obvious that you were enjoying his touch so much. 

Bangchan pulled away, snickering and looking up at you. “Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me angel. I want to hear you, be as loud as you please.” He smiled at you.

You looked down, slightly embarrassed. A slight blush spread across your face as he went back to licking and sucking at your clit. You could feel Bangchan’s soft hair against your thighs, the sensation being slightly ticklish. You pushed your hips closer to his face, the tip of his nose gently pressing against your clit, as his tongue now prodded at your entrance. A quiet moan slipped past your lips, the pressure on your clit being too much for you. This was an out of body experience. Your best friend making love to you was something you never expected.

Bangchan pulled away for a quick second. “Hanging in there angel?” You looked down, eyes met with his pretty, hazy, gaze. He was drunk off of your essence. You nodded in response, laying your head back into the pillows.

Bangchan dipped his head back into your plush thighs. He teased your clit with his tongue, his middle finger circling your entrance. By now you had lost all thoughts, the only thing in your head was the washed out sound of the music, which was long forgotten. You were close to your climax when Bangchan pulled away, looking up at you. 

He moved up to kiss at your breasts and collar again. “You want to go all the way?” He whispered, running a hand through your hair. You looked up at Bangchan, your eyes were hazy. “Yes, let’s go all the way. I love you… and if I’m being honest, I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He smiled after hearing your response. “Alright angel, protection of course.” He pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer.

The wrapper read “Her pleasure” That's sweet, he was always giving, never receiving. He wanted his significant other to get the pleasure rather than him. Bangchan quickly discarded of his clothing.  He then opened the wrapper, throwing it in the trash before sliding the condom onto his length. “Are you sure about this angel? I want to make sure you’re not feeling pressured. You know I won’t be upset if you want to back out of this?” He smiled at you, a nurturing look in his eyes. You nodded. “I’m ready Channie, let’s do this.” He smiled at you and then pulled off your panties completely. It was getting annoying having to push them to the side every so often.

He pressed a small kiss to your lips before positioning you in missionary. You looked up at him with doe eyes. “Channie, I haven’t done this before. Please be careful?” His eyes widened when you told him you were a virgin. “Oh angel, of course I’ll be careful. You’re still a virgin?” You nodded to his question. Bangchan let out a soft sigh. “Alright angel, well you should’ve told me sooner. It’s fine though, I’ll be careful. I will warn you and I’m not gonna sit here and lie. It will hurt your first time, but I promise it will feel really good once you get used to it. Still wanna go through with this?” You looked up at him, now reverting to a criss-cross sitting position. You contemplated for a while. “Yes, I still want to do this with you. I love you and I want my first time to be with you. I trust that you’ll take care of me and make sure I’m safe.” 

Bangchan smiled at you, now sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. “Alright angel, I’m glad you feel safe with me. I can’t wait to make you feel good.” He ran a hand through your hair before speaking again. “Alright angel, back into missionary.” You positioned yourself back into missionary with the help of Bangchan.

He reached over into the bedside table grabbing out a water based lube. He gently applied some to your entrance and then applied some over the condom. “Alright angel, let’s do this” He then pushed into you, his tip prodding you open. You let out a small whine of pain, you weren't used to something like this. He paused his actions, letting you adjust to his size. “Let me know when you’re ready for more angel.” He gently tapped your cheek with his index and middle finger. You were absolutely gone by now, head laid back onto the pillows, eyes rolled back. You weren't sure how to explain the feeling. It felt amazing yet there was still a tinge of pain. “Ready, please Channie.” You let out a breathy whine, beggingly.

Bangchan sighed before sinking deeper into you. He let out a strangled moan as your walls tightened around him. You tried to close your legs around him, it was a reflex. “No angel, you can’t be doing that” He smiled down at you, looking into your eyes. By now you had snapped back into reality, his brown eyes staring into yours, full of compassion and love. “Ready to keep going?” He asked, his voice was gentle, still husky though. You nodded, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the moment. 

Bangchan thrusted his hips into you. He bottomed out then pulled back, slamming his hips back into you repeatedly. God this felt like heaven, it was hard to even explain how good you felt. There was a burning sensation in your stomach, like a knot. Bangchan was busy slamming into you at an unhuman pace. Nobody had ever made you feel this way. You were too busy focusing on the pure ecstasy you were getting from this moment. “Channie… feels so good!” You let out a string of moans, the knot in your stomach tightening. Bangchan could feel your walls contract against him, he knew you were nearing an orgasm. He reached one of his hands down, gently pressing on your clit with his middle finger. You threw your head back at the contact. “Oh angel, you’re so beautiful right now.” He spoke quietly. His words were enough to throw you over the edge.

You released on his cock, letting out a long string of moans as he continued to gently grind his hips against yours. Your chest heaved up and down as you rode out your climax. Bangchan gently brushed a hand through your hair as your orgasm subsided. “Look at that angel, you just had your first real orgasm.” You smiled, eyes closed as you heard his voice. It felt amazing to experience that with him. That may have been the best 15 minutes you had ever experienced. Bangchan could tell from the gleam in your eyes, which you had now opened to look into his pretty gaze. “Channie… that was the best thing I have ever experienced.” You whispered breathlessly to him.

He carefully pulled out of you, rolling off the condom and throwing it into the trashcan at his bedside. “Let’s get you and me all cleaned up, okay?” Bangchan asked you with a loving tone as you propped yourself up on the pillows to look at him. You nodded in response to his statement. He smiled before helping you off of the bed and walking you to the bathroom.

Bangchan sat you on the edge of the bathtub before turning around to grab some things from under the counter. He grabbed some bath salts and massage oil. He then turned on the bath water, letting the tub fill up. The mirror started to steam up. Bangchan put some of the bath salts in the tub. “These should help you not be in so much pain tomorrow.” He smiled down at you. 

“Let's get in now.” He then stepped into the tub before sitting down. “Come on angel, just relax.” He spoke quietly, helping you into the bath carefully. You sat down, laying your back onto his chest. You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax. “Thank you Channie… I love you.” You mumbled quietly. He couldn’t believe you had said you loved him. Bangchan knew you had said it earlier but he didn't quite process it. He almost thought he misheard you. He carefully washed you off after squeezing some body wash into his hands. The liquid soap was cold and slippery against your body, the sensation was nice. His hands roamed over your curves, washing you off gently.

Once he was done rinsing you off he began to wash himself to the best of his ability with you sitting on top of him. At this point you were almost knocked out cold, still conscious but completely out of it. He finished washing himself before quietly whispering to you. “Angel, wake up, we have to get out of the tub.” Your eyes slowly fluttered open. He helped you up, then stood himself up. Once the two of you were out of the tub Bangchan wrapped you in a warm towel. 

He dried you off before quickly drying himself off. “Now, how does a nice massage sound?” His voice was filled with affection and care. You looked up at him with sleepy eyes before whispering. “No thanks, I want to rest.” He looked a bit taken aback before smiling. “It’s okay angel, let's go get in the bed then.” Bangchan grabbed your hand gently before turning off the bathroom light and leading you to the bedroom. He turned on the lamp on the bedside table as he helped you back into his bed.

Bangchan walked to the other side of the bed, getting in and snuggling up to you from behind. “You know I love you angel?” You smiled to yourself, letting out a small hum. Bangchan scooted behind you, his hand laying on your hip now. “Goodnight angel, thank you… for being my best friend and my love.” He spoke quietly, his voice was warm and a bit husky. You mumbled out a small “Goodnight.” before you closed your eyes, sleep washing over your body. Bangchan was left to think to himself in the dimly lit room. He couldn’t believe he had made love with you, his best friend. He never realized how much he loved you until now, how long he had been holding back these feelings. All you needed to know at the end of the day was that Bangchan was your person and he’d sacrifice the world for you.

[pinkslipxox]

love love love mom Billie could you do something when their teens?

hey my love!! Eeek yes ofc! Love you 🙈😘

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Billie sat in her home studio, surrounded by an eclectic mix of instruments, soundboards, and a wall covered in inspirational artwork and song lyrics. The familiar hum of her recording equipment created a comforting backdrop as she worked on the latest track that had been swirling in her mind.

Yet as the clock ticked closed to midnight, Billie felt an odd wave of motherly instincts overcome her. She could sense something was off, and following her instincts, she got up from her desk and walked towards her daughters’ shared bedroom, her heart racing with both curiosity and concern.

Billie panicked for a moment when she saw the two empty beds, but at the slight sound of muffled giggles and keys jingling, relief washed over her. She instinctively followed the sound to the front door. There, in the dim light of the hallway, were her twin daughters, both in their late teens, huddled together and whispering conspiratorially. They were dressed for a night out, hair perfectly styled, and a mischievous spark in their eyes.

Just then, Ava turned to the front door, her hand poised over the knob, while Mia peeked over her shoulder, clearly less sure about their plan. Before she could take another step, Billie cleared her throat, stepping into the light, her presence immediate and unwavering.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Billie asked, crossing her arms with a teasing authority.

Both girls froze, a mixture of shock and guilt flashing across their faces. Mia, with her dark hair framing her face, managed a sheepish grin, while Ava’s eyes widened, panic setting in as she quickly dropped her hand from the door.

“Um, nothing!” the first daughter, Ava, replied quickly, looking guilty.

“We were just, uh…” Mia stammered, her face pale.

Billie held up a hand, interrupting the girls’ stuttering excuses. “I can do this the easy way or the hard way,” she said, her tone playful yet firm.

Ava exchanged a nervous look with Mia. “What’s the easy way?” she asked hesitantly.

“If you want to go out, just ask. I might surprise you and say yes!” Billie replied with a grin, softening the moment. “But if you try to sneak out on me, it means I’ll have to wake up your mother���which, believe me, is the hard way.”

The twins exchanged dubious looks, the fear of waking Y/N settling in their minds. Y/N was known for her fierce protectiveness and would undoubtedly ground them for a month if she discovered their late-night plans.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Billie pressed, amusement glinting in her eyes.

Mia groaned dramatically. “Mom, we’re not trying to be sneaky! We just wanted a little freedom.”

Billie softened her gaze and walked closer. “I get it,” she said gently. “You two are growing up, and I completely understand wanting to hang out with your friends. But you know I worry about you.”

Ava took a deep breath, sensing the chance to speak her truth. “We just want to feel like we can make our own choices, Mom. Just this once?”

Billie considered their words, her maternal instincts battling with the desire to keep them safe. After a moment of silence, she sighed and smiled. “Okay, how about this: if you promise to be back by midnight, I’ll let you go—but you have to text me every hour. Deal?”

Ava’s face lit up with excitement, and Mia nodded vigorously. “Deal! Thank you, Mom!”

Billie chuckled, feeling a mix of pride and nostalgia for their shared moments. “Now go on. Have fun, but remember to be responsible. And if anything goes wrong, call me. I’m always just a text away.”

As the twins slipped out the door, elated and relieved, Billie couldn’t help but shake her head, chuckling softly to herself. She couldn’t help but feel a mixture of pride and nostalgia. Raising teenagers was a challenge, but with the right balance of trust and guidance, she knew they’d be just fine.

[zvezdacito]

Ranking Malleus's Valentines Messages from 2021-2024🔥

People finally got the 2024 ones so I decided to make a list like this. Mostly based off which ones have both the most interesting contents and which ones are the sweetest(?) in a sense to Yuu lol. Terminal Malleyuu brain + and I mean they are Valentines cards after all.

Going from least to most personally favored:

4th: 2023

Text: "To my dear friend-

Thank you. Never did I envision someone presenting me with the gift of sweet treats. It would be a shame for me to eat them all by myself. I think I'll share them with you. Would you be willing to provide the tea to go with them?"

Very broadly friendly and nice I guess, but the message of the text is basic and the design of the letter card is also kinda basic🥀 like tbh if you changed the color of this card you could mistake this for something Riddle wrote instead. The ones for this year really just felt like they ran out of ideas and gave up, this is the only one on this list I can say I definitely don't really like that much

3rd: 2022

Text: "To my good friend-

A gift? For me, of all people? Your tastes are...distinctive, I must say. Worry not, though- I enjoyed it, of course. What would you like in return, I wonder? I shall take great pleasure in speculating the answer to that question."

Definitely more interesting than the 2023 one and his personality really comes out in the writing here. Though because of how his closeness to Yuu is characterized here I now feel like it would make more sense if this was the first card and the 2021 was the second one, since if you take the cards to be written in a chronological timeline it kinda feels like Malleus's closeness to Yuu regressed out of nowhere

Not saying people can't change or grow apart later on, but here it kinda has the vibe that he straight up hasn't met them much yet so its as if this was earlier into their relationship. Basically feels if Book 3-4 Malleus got the gift, while 2021 is like Book 6 and onwards Malleus getting the gift.

I really like this one both for the yuu crumbs and it's characterization of Malleus himself, but it's number 3 simply by default of me personally liking the next two more. The gap between it and 2023 is huge😭

2nd: 2024

Text: "To my good friend-

Thank you for your gift. Hmm... This fragrance is meant for pleasure and relaxation? What a tasteful choice. I rather like it; perhaps I shall take more of an interest in these things. You would be welcome to pay me a visit, by the way, should you feel so inclined. I would enjoy sharing an old tale or two."

These are probably the most fun design for the letter cards so far. I think after last year (the 2023 one) they realized they really did run out of ideas for box shaped letters lol.

In general I just like the very sweet and casual friendship implied in this card. As usual he is doing everything in his power to invite Yuu to his place at any given opportunity. Cute how when they hang out they'll tell each other chismis stories, and that Malleus is gonna commit to getting into something just because Yuu gifted it to him. TLDR he's very comfortable around Yuu here that's awesome

1st: 2021

Text: "Dearest,

My thanks for such a truly wonderful present. It is only fitting that I should give you something in return. How about the gift of beauty? Perhaps the gift of song? Or... Well, never mind. Just a joke based on the legends, you know. I shall give you something I picked out myself."

I don't really think anything will ever fully top this one tbh. The greeting just being "Dearest" was so powerful they had to pull bro to the side and tell him to tone it down for the next 3 years🥀

The "gift of beauty song or..." lines can be taken as just him being 3 seconds away from jumping to smooch Yuu (given in the movie the last gift was true loves kiss related after maleficent cursed the baby) which is honestly kinda funny. Down bad /j

Ok back to the main point and minus speculations. This is tied with the 2024 one with showing how close and comfortable (shown by how forward and playful he is here no concern of maintaing image or such) this point of his relationship with Yuu is. This is also the card where he feels the most excited and energetic I guess which is why it's still my overall favorite. Displex had no choice contain the raw Malleyuu power in this one to avoid bias accusations idk

If you want to read into it more I think it's also kinda funny that this could lowkey be taken as him saying we suck at singing/look ugly. And the reason he stopped before revealing the last line is because he realize the joke had already come off as insulting to a human not familiar with the Briar Valley even if his intention was just to be playful as friends do.

Although that would be consistent with the characterization of Malleus as being honest if anyone's performance in something (even Yuu from what we see in voicelines) is lackluster.

He is constructive tho. In these same voicelines usually offers to help teach them to get better and acknowledging it as a feat/compliment itself when they slightly improve, instead of the fanon characterization (usually for masterchef comics) that once he finds out Yuu is behind something he will autonomatically just see it as good quality already.

So yeah idk that's nice and awesome

↑ Drive compiling of the rest of the 2024 Valentines letter pics I found on twitter. There's still some characters missing + trying to look for a clearer picture of the Malleus one lol

[jjjjeonww]

yoon jeonghan - "Habit."

featuring: yoon jeonghan and you

~~in which, jeonghan has had the habit of calling you, but how will he get rid of it now? inspired by seventeen vcu, Habit. word count - 995. (dont mind the header, i couldn't find anything else related to the song !!) a/n: . . . @hanniescookie @rosiemain, @kyeomviiee this is for u my loves!! okay but frfr, there's gonna be a kyeom fic for kae, and a woozi fic for rosie incoming soon HAHA (its still for u guys anws) and this one is to get back at augustine bc wtf was that seokmin angst dude. it broke my heart. .. jeonghan sat alone in his apartment, the dim lamp casting a soft glow on the pages of the book he wasn't really reading. his mind was elsewhere, as it always was these days. across the room, a framed photograph of you and him caught his eye. you looked so happy in that moment, your smiles wide and genuine. but that was before everything changed.

he remembered the way your laughter would echo through the room, a melody that had become all too rare. even now, the mere thought of you brought a bittersweet ache to his chest. he wanted to believe that he was okay, that time had healed the wound she left behind, but it was a lie. a cruel deception he told himself to keep moving forward.

his gaze drifted to his phone on the coffee table. the urge to call you, to hear your voice one more time, was overwhelming. but he resisted, knowing that it would only reopen the wound, making the healing process even harder. instead, he tossed the phone aside, burying his face in his hands as a sigh escaped his lips.

the silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. he longed for the days when your laughter and his would fill the space, when they would stay up all night talking about dreams and fears. but those days were long gone, lost to the sands of time and the choices both of you had made.

he closed his eyes, trying to block out the memories that haunted him. but even in the darkness of his mind, he could see you. your smile, your eyes, the way your hair danced in the wind. he was still hopelessly in love with you, and the thought of you having a harder time in moving on brought him a twisted sense of comfort. at least then, he wouldn't be the only one hurting.

but he knew he couldn't wish pain upon you, no matter how much he longed to feel connected to you again. he had to find a way to move on, to build a life without you. even if it meant living with this constant ache in his heart, this habit of loving you that he couldn't seem to break.

you and jeonghan walked hand in hand through the park, your laughter echoing through the trees. you had met by chance, eyes locking across a crowded room, and from that moment on, you were inseparable. you had become the light to his dark days, the warmth that chased away the chill that had settled in his bones before he had known you. with you by his side, everything seemed brighter, more vibrant, more alive. your smile was contagious, your joy a melody that he couldn't get enough of.

as you strolled through the park, the autumn leaves crunching beneath your feet, jeonghan pulled you closer, his arm wrapped around your waist. you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder, a picture of contentment and belonging. he never wanted this moment to end, never wanted to let you go.

"do you remember when we first met?" you asked, voice soft and nostalgic. "i knew from the moment i saw you across that room that you were someone special. your eyes, they held a depth, a sadness that I wanted to understand, to heal."

jeonghan smiled, the memory of that night etched into his mind. he had been attending a gallery opening with a friend, not expecting to meet the love of his life. but then your eyes had met, and everything had changed. "i remember," he said, his voice low and filled with emotion. "i felt it too, that instant connection. like a part of me had found its way home."

you both continued to walk, lost in their thoughts and the memories of their love story. you had been through so much together, weathered storms and celebrated triumphs. his love for you had only grown stronger, more resilient, with each passing day.

as they approached the old oak tree where they always sat, jeonghan pulled you into a tight embrace. cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that threatened to fall. "i love you," he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours. "i love you more than anything in this world. i want to spend the rest of my life loving you, y/n."

you smiled, a brilliant, radiant smile that took his breath away. "I love you too," you whispered back, your eyes shining with unshed tears. "forever and always, jeonghan. no matter what happens, no matter where life takes us, you will always be my home. my heart, my everything."

you sealed that promise with a kiss, a kiss that spoke of passion, of love, of a future that stretched out before you like an endless, beautiful road. ..

you were invincible, untouchable. the world could burn down around you both, and you would still have each other. that was the power of your love for each-other, the unbreakable bond they had forged through countless trials and triumphs.

but as with all things in life, your story was not destined to be a fairy tale. the path you walked together wasn't always smooth, and the weight of your past mistakes and misunderstandings would eventually take a toll. the arguments that started as mere disagreements grew louder, more heated, until the unthinkable happened.

one day, after a particularly nasty fight, you had walked away. you had left your shared apartment, taking only a small bag with your most precious belongings. you had left him behind, and with your departure, you had taken a piece of his heart with you.

and now as he sits in his once shared apartment, he feels his lips, the one that used to always call you, go completely dry, he realizes it's become a habit, a habit of calling you.

[forsaken-headcanons]

This is gonna be a long one, but a while ago I wrote up brief ways I see a handful of ships!

Coinrush / Paycheck - Not overly lovey dovey, but they don't hide they're in a relationship either. Attentive, caring, understanding, overall a healthy relationship. "What do you normally do while I'm gone?" "Wait for you to get back :("

AzureTime - First love. They're trying to figure it out as they go, and despite making mistakes they [usually] fix things. One fell first, the other fell harder. "You were a wonderful experience" "You were.. everything."

AzureTime pt 2 - Post sacrifice. Time still thinks Azure is everything, their first everything. So despite what they did, they believe that this is just another mistake they can work thru. Azure.. not so much. Time also views what happened to Azure as proof that respawn is a thing, and therefore they “Did Azure a favor” and now they can be happy again.

Builder/Shed - No one can tell if they're actually dating or if they're joking. They won't tell either. "20$ is 20$" vibes [I do not remember their ship name]

PizzaBurger - Elliot hates that he likes 7n7, refusing to acknowledge 7n7, but lets him get away with things he wouldnt for other people. 7n7 is just grateful Elliot doesn't actual hate him, despite the grumpy act. "It's not like I like you or anything" [lmao]

PizzaTime - Overly worried x glass canon. Time is happy to be there, and Elliot is,, stressed. But he loves them, and is always more than happy to help. [bonus if Elliot reminds Time of Azure] "You need to stop getting hurt" "But you always patch me up :D"

IChance - One sided, obvi. But Chance felt like he finally had a place in life, while ITrapped only saw him as a pest. [Insert that song Sarah- "Maybe cupid won't miss.. maybe?" "Sorry."] - bonus points if ITrapped realized he did actually like Chance after Chance realizes they don’t.

NoobTime - Hyper x Happy to be there. Noob always makes sure Time is included, and okay, and constantly checking up on them, while Time mostly observes, vibes, and enjoys their time with Noob. Time also scares people away from Noob when needed.

NoobTime ONESIDED - Noob just wants someone who makes them feel like they belong, and aren't a 2nd choice. Time keeps them on a string, easy to pull back when needed. No one will ever compare to Azure in Time's mind; they loved once. Their heart is still with them. [influenced by a one-shot I read]

PizzaDebt - There is 3 versions I like. Shockingly healthy, Toxic, and one-sided.

Healthy - They both just love each other, Elliot is Elliot, and Mafioso would do anything for this lame pizza boy.

Toxic - Usually Mafioso to Elliot- But toxic, manipulative, "Im the only one who will love you"

One-sided - Coin flip on who. Mafioso being closer to a stalker with a clueless pizza boy, or Elliot fantasizing about the mafia boss, and somehow always just.. wrong place wrong time. Or Right time if you wanted to run into the mafia boss.

Two Coins - "You lowkey freak me out but it's kinda fun" - Chance finds Time interesting because Time is spooky. Among other things, but the adrenaline rush Chance gets from getting spooked is a bonus!

Midnight In Vegas -Pre-sacrifice. They all just,, care about each other. It's a little hard to pin down my thoughts on it in this version. But it was healthy, it was good. I can see Chance or Time being the reason they all ended up dating though.

Midnight In Vegas pt 2 - POST-sacrifice. It's.. a strained relationship. Chance / Elliot still going strong, but they're not quite sure how to navigate what happened between Time and Azure. Time is distant, but still loves them all. Azure.. is extremely conflicted. But still genuinely cares, even if he's not sure how to respond to Time anymore.

These probably don’t make sense, but I like it

- ⚠️

I love all of these dynamic ideas for each individual ship, especially the ships with more than one dynamic. Midnight in Vegas could be an interesting story, I would follow along with it. I find all of these extremely creative! I'm not gay, but $20 is $20./ref/silly

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod (The Mountain Goats)

Held under these smothering waves/By your strong and thick-veined hand/But one of these days/I'm gonna wriggle up on dry land

"Songs about abusive parents dont normally get to me but john darnielle just has such a way with words that this one made me cry the first time i heard it. hes really good at taking just a snapshot of a situation and coloring it with so much depth that you feel like you know exactly how the singer (in this case his childhood self) is feeling in this very specific moment, ankitd it hits so much harder when your experiences overlap. the metaphor of surviving abuse as evolution against all odds is incredibly powerful to me. maybe this tournament is supposed to be more for songs to think about fictional characters to so apologies if this is too personal for what youre going for lol"

Fast Car (Tracy Chapman)

You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere/Maybe we make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere/Any place is better, starting from zero got nothing to lose/Maybe we'll make something, me myself I got nothing to prove

So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car/Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk/City lights lay out before us/ And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder/And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged

You got a fast car/Is it fast enough so we can fly away?/We gotta make a decision/Leave tonight or live and die this way

"I know it's an obvious one but YOU try playing it without crying I dare you"

"I cant explain the yearning but this makes me howl"

"OH GOD the longing!! The yearning in the recurring central image of the narrator and her lover on the highway, feeling this sense of limitless possibility and incredible hope!!! And then the verses take us with brutal efficiency through the collapse of their marriage, the way that the cycle of poverty stomps down on their hopes, and how with nothing left, the narrator does what her mom did and leaves!! Leaving the kids to experience the same thing she did growing up!! But it’s all punctuated and bookended by these callbacks to that central iconic memory of hope!!!!! But by the end we realize that the last line “leave tonight or live and die this way” offers only the illusion of a choice: when the narrator first runs away and later when she leaves her husband and kids, she’s still fulfilling her role in this cyclical generational story. God!!"

Fast Car submitted by @smallboyonherbike + @uchihasasukeofficial + @all-our-exploring

[sass-ruby]

Okay so um, I'm gonna be talking about these two episodes today! (Prepare BECAUSE OH MY GOSH.)

Alright, we'll start with the first one. Can I just say that, moon absolutely angered me so much. Moon, NO ONE IS ASKING YOU FOR AN EMOTIONAL SPEECH NOR ANYTHING. It's the fact that you COMPLETELY ignored sun, didn't even bother to check up on him, and then went to work in your lab to find a solution?? Looks like history is repeating itself. But.. why? Why is the same thing repeating again? WELL I HAVE A THEORY! Sun's gonna die, someway, somehow and that's gonna be the only way moon realizes. I think this because of solar specifically. When solar heard that moon won't check up on sun, he sounded absolutely disgusted. Keep in mind, solar lived in HIS SUN'S head. That sun ALSO had a moon, and I bet solar has watched the same exact thing happen. And what happened when solar's sun died? Solar's moon went insane! Imagine the guilt moon would feel, gut wrenching. He probably ALREADY feels guilty, but would rather let it consume him whole than to comfort sun or AT THE VERY LEAST HUG HIM

Sun was there with moon during moon's (valid) breakdown, but moon being there for sun? NOOO, OF COURSE NOT!

Also if moon's gonna start with the "I'm not good with emotions" stuff, I'll lose it. YOU HAVE PROVEN IN OTHER VIDEOS THAT YOU CAN, MOON. Neptor's funeral, OR HELL WHEN THE WHOLE FINDING OUT DAZZLE'S SECRET THING HAPPENED. He listened about every kid, comforted, reassured, he was there. Although, now he's just ignoring sun. I think it's because he's a coward. And by a coward, I mean that he's too scared he'll say something wrong or make it worse, because the word is about NEXUS, someone who moon HATES, though sun loves nexus, evil or not, he was still his brother.

Moon doesn't understand that, he's jealous most likely. It reminds me so much of when nexus wasn't insane.. he was bad talking moon, and when moon returned? Moon was bad talking nexus. Both didn't want to be like each other, they DESPISE each other, calling each other knock off's (okay, THAT PART WAS KINDA FUNNY I'M SORRY.)

But.. where is sun in all of this? He missed each one. He loved each one. He loved them. He still loves them.

But they BOTH didn't understand how their words hurt sun. They're so similar in some ways, it's absurd. AND THEY DON'T EVEN REALIZE IT. Reminds me of the song "over and over" by Rio Romeo.

If sun dying is the only way for moon to realize, I'll be willing to accept it even if it is quite sad. It's disappointing, truly.

Monty's and lunar's reaction, I expected honestly. By the way, lunar-, "he's doing worse than I thought he would be.." ARE YOU STUPID, HE JUST KILLED HIS EX BROTHER?? Didn't you go through the same damn thing too? As for monty, not even surprised one bit. He's always been like that, I never really liked him, but oh well.

And THANK YOU SOLAR FOR BEING THE ONLY SANE PERSON EXCEPT MAYBE EARTH BECAUSE GOSH THIS SHOW AIN'T FOCUSING ON SUN'S HEALTH MUCH.

The urge to b*tch slap almost everyone.

I genuinely want sun to have a breakdown, he chose moon, but moon didn't bother to even check up on him.

Gosh.

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ANYWAYS, TODAY'S EPISODE!

Just gonna add this picture again, because why not

Wow- genuinely just wow- that was-.. wow

So dark sun DID end up doing something. I must've missed something in the past video, but interesting..

I heard a person say, I forgot who it was but that SUN was the key of this whole plan

He killed nexus, he pulled the trigger and made a choice which means.. that way other suns also made choices instead of not acting

I have NO idea how sun managed to make that happen, BUT THE THEORY MAKES SENSE

In a way, I was right- he IS trying to stop the dimensional abuse of suns by them killing their own moon, I SUCK AT EXPLAINING

if anyone can explain this theory better than me, PLEASE DO.

I felt so bad for the sun in this dimension. Poor thing. Sounded scared and terrified, while repeating "I hate you", while crying and also while bashing HIS moon's head with a barrel

I wanted to hug him QwQ poor baby.. we need a name for him

ALSO HE'S MY CHILD NOW. I'M ADOPTING HIM.

Moon tried his best to keep that sun at peace, WHICH BRINGS ME BACK TO THE SAME TOPIC, WHY DOES HE HELP EVERYONE EXCEPT HIS SUN

I get it was a different situation BUT CMON.

I suppose I already ranted enough about that part, though

I would add more but I'm INCREDIBLY tired and all.. so um yeah-

[powertaco]

Dust Queen Episode 1 - Review

So for those that don't know Dust Queen (sorta based on a fic by @xx-whiterose once upon a time) has finally released. The first episode. Go watch it, comment, give it the thumbs of your choice, and what not.

Non spoiler review? - Brings back a lot of the feelings back from when RWBY felt 'fun' is the best way I can say it. At a bite sized and digestible 10ish minutes it's easy to take the time from your day to take a watch.

More spoilery review under the line

It starts off with Weiss in a sorta elsewhere or void. As a lovely throwback Weiss ends up calling for Ruby twice referencing a certain episode of the show.

She then sees a version of herself who doesn't moisturize, guesses it could be Ruby again, which means that maybe Ruby has been pranking Weiss a bit and then realizes it's herself and wakes up.

The team goes into an assembly and we see some playful interactions between monochrome, the sisters, and whiterose, and bees. It's a nice moment, but some of the interactions and dialogue are a bit out of place. If it's the end of the 2nd year then Ruby geeking out over weapons, which is in character, shouldn't garner the reaction it does from Weiss. She should be playfully encouraging it, or just going with it by this point.

In fact while I'd say I enjoy them overall I think Ruby and Weiss don't appear as close as they do in canon by the same point whereas the bees are even closer. It's a strange dichotomy which I can only chalk up to relying on the fanfic or your knowledge of it to make sense.

I'll get into it more when it happens.

Glynda appears and gives them the big thing for this episode. Missions without oversight. As a minor thing there was a great possibility for a joke here where Glynda keeps getting interrupted, and never speaks as a reference to the show, but that's a personal thing.

The team argue over missions, and we get to see some cool examples

There's a few minor animation errors such as escort turns into recon

without anything else changing in between one scene and the next. At first I thought it might have to do with the missions that were being chosen being removed, but several closed missions were still there. I could be missing something I suppose.

We get some fun interactions between the members again, and I really enjoy the way the princess side of the team interact and lean on each other for 'sanity' and Ruby and Yang subtly mess with each other as sisters do, something I sorely missed in later RWBY volumes.

Ruby and Yang will constantly be ruffling the others hair even in fights where Yang will playfully yell 'heads up' at Ruby and then leap over her head but make sure she ruffles her head as she does so

It's the sort of effortless family intimacy that makes the relationship feel a lot more real and I appreciate being put into the episode.

The transition of Yang into her super saiyan mode is exceptionally smooth. Hands off to the team for making it happen I really love it.

The music is as you imagined for a project this dedicated to emulating and bringing what you loved about RWBY entirely original, and very catchy. It sounds right at home next to most of the other RWBY songs from canon. I was reminded most of the vytal song when they fought Arslan and her dead weight that was generously called a team.

The music can be found here https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lByhMccvhHligIFoG7sJL7THLulEpJ0eg

There's a nice callback to the Emerald Forest for the Bees.

This is where the weird happens. Ruby and Weiss despite being almost third years they're acting when they fight like they're a week into this instead of almost three years.

The same way the rest of the team can predict and help cover what the others can do Whiterose just can't seem to?

Weiss puts an ice glyph in front of Crescent Rose so Ruby fires through it, but apparently Weiss didn't want her to do that?

Idk i'm gonna have to side with Ruby on this one. What else did you expect her to do in this situation other than shoot through the glyph when a Grimm is running at her?

The fight finishes, and Ruby has a silly lil gag of almost losing her balance. Kinda cute.

I'd say that out of all the fighting animations Weiss is probably the weakest. I can feel the weight behind Yang's punches, or Ruby ripping a Grimm in half but Weiss just piercing with her rapier feels...out of place. I know how the rapier works, but it doesn't sell the hits the same way the others do. It seems fine when she's using glyphs though. It might be something I have to get used to, but something in the animation is off to me.

I feel you Ruby. At any rate the fight is won, and Whiterose have an argument that sounds like it could have, should have, come out in early Volume 1 instead of Volume 4.

It does end with them being called Lovebirds after team mom Yang tells them to take a walk so you take what you can get.

I appreciate the constant Red and White roses in the background too. In almost every shot of the forest you can see them dotted around. As a (d)Wr shipper that is I found it cute.

If you like the tiny shipping details there's a lot. Yang's anger red eyes go away at Blake's touch, Wr blushing together, and despite the arguing always gravitating one anothers way.

There's a lot to love about it. The VA's for Blake, and Ruby especially deserve a huge round of applause. They're all good, but those two stand out amongst them all for sounding so very very close to the show VA's.

Music was great as were the sound effects. Animation was generally exceptional especially considering it's a fan passion project.

My only real gripes are that if you aren't familiar with the fanfic it can be hard to slot in where and what changes to the timeline have been made since it drops you right in here. What happened at Vytal? What are the Fang up to? Is there Salem? Is Cinder still around and plotting long term?

Why are Whiterose still arguing like this so close to their third year? How did the bees get so close?

That all being said if you are a fan of RWBY, especially the early RWBY and like them acting like a team of friends, and family then despite a few minor things that could get explained it's a def must watch for bringing back that nostalgic feeling.

I will say that if you're only watching for ships, and they aren't Whiterose or Bees then you might pass. There is going to be no Whiteknight or Blacksun or Baked Alaska found within.

Dwr though...

Maria /10

[humblefryingpan]

Do you guys wanna hear me ramble about which vat7k characters match each Taylor Swift era and specifically which songs in them? 🥺

Ofc you do here we go-

I didn't know what to say for most songs but I could explain almost all of them if someone asked me to. And feel free to argue with my choices or add more x

So Varian is very midnights - villain arc based on fear, plus not fitting in, and overthinking. Particularly mastermind, you're on your own kid, anti hero and vigilante shit (for the villain bit in tts). Lavender haze is him realizing he likes Hugo before he knows about the betrayal, and the great war is team radical/Varigo's overall story with fighting Donella? If that makes sense

Hugo is evermore to me, the fear of fitting in (but in a different way to varian, I explained in the tags) and the abandonment issues. And the general vibe but idk how to explain that. Specifically tolerate it, (with Donella) to me it's like him trying everything to prove his worth and her not really caring (no one can convince me she's a good parent :/ ).

Yong is 1989 because there's a lot of songs about what people thing Taylor is, rather than who she really is. He is constantly underestimated and trying to show he isn't like what people say. I'm not rlly good at characterising him so I'm just gonna move on (my apologies 😅)

Nuru is lover, but not necessarily in the "in love" way. She's underestimated for her femininity, and she gets involved with politics quite a bit bc of her kingdom. So I'm saying she's you need to calm down, and the man. And because I like Amburu - they're daylight (specifically because of the night references)

Amber is debut, based on the "young farmer in love" vibes. And also because I think the angry side fits her pretty well? Could just be me idk. I think place in this world and picture to burn are pretty Amber coded. And for amburu, tied together with a smile I think.

Donella gives folklore imo. Very clever, and the folklore breakup-y songs make me think of her with Ulla. She's guilty and went down a dark path because of how she felt Ulla threw her away. So I'm thinking illicit affairs, mad woman, and this is me trying.

For Ulla, the tortured posts department. Craves knowledge and pushes aside her life for it. Imo she's very the alchemy (ignoring the love stuff - "I'm the best" vibe and just alchemy in general), and fortnight is her and Donella (after the friendship split). Also loml but to me that's Donnie's pov

I don't know Cyrus very well. I think probably reputation? I feel like that's the one that fits him best but it's a surface level judgement.

[choerrysjubiles]

Hunger

Pairing: Shotaro x gn!reader

Warning: dark content! noncon, reader thinks theyre a vampire, blood drinking, drugging, nonconsensual sex acts (no penetration and reader perpetrates), cannibalistic thoughts

Wc: 5.1k

A/n: anybody like vampires? is that still cool these days? lol anyways, ive had this really vague vampire oc and i wanted to play around with the concept, hope you all can enjoy <3

and i prommy this isnt gonna be a common sight on my blog lol i was really stressed (and sick) when i wrote this and i still like the story i made so i wanted to share it :> dont worry about future posts they'll still be my usual content

Song: Hobbies - Aleyna Moon

You jolted awake, feeling a cold sweat cover your body. Your room was covered in a blue haze, shades of cerulean to indigo tinting your walls. You shifted onto your side, checking your phone to see it being just past nightfall. Sighing, you were relieved it was earlier. You hated getting caught in the sun when trying to have a relaxing morning, or night in your case.

You stretched, muscles tensing before melting into your bed. You felt for your phone, hands slapping around to feel for the cool glass screen, you opened your phone to check your work schedule. You clicked your phone off seeing it was your day off, today you could relax but tomorrow you’d have to buy groceries. Ugh.

There was something disgusting about walking through the bright, florescent stores. So bright, so full of smells. The aisles reeked of plastics and cleaners, the vegetables smelt moldy and green, checkout lines stunk of rubber and human sweat. The only area with a decent fragrance was the butcher counter, filled with the earthy, iron scent of blood and meat.

You wish you could live your life far from these stores but that was a privilege you were never granted. Feeding on people was a luxury, drinking a full bodied meal wasn’t what the average vampire could afford.

A sad reality you had to face every day. Vampirism wasn’t as sexy or fun as old movies or pop culture would have you believe. There were no bat transformations, no velvet lined coffins. No chalices of blood or garlic cloves you ward you away. Which wasn’t even true, vampires loved garlic, one of the few foods you could stomach.

The best depiction of a vampire was Jennifer’s Body. Cold, depraved, lifeless, gaunt. Most days feeling like you were on death’s door, feeling dried up and tired, greasy hair matching your dull skin. Smearing foundation across your face to feel some semblance of normalcy, of humanness.

That was until you could feed. Then you could feel your skin bounce with hydration, your mind clearing from the dark, heavy thoughts that weighed you down. Feeling carefree and energetic.

But that’s the deal, even when you never had the choice.

You laid in bed, waiting out the sunset to make sure you were clear to leave. You hated waiting. It would be just a few more minutes before you could leave and go out. As your thoughts passed by you remember watching those old vampire movies. Reading bad novels and teenage romance with weirdly old monsters that tried emulating a distorted sense of humanness.

That’s nothing like this.

Finally being nightfall, you got up and dressed. You never dress fancy or extravagant, a terrible stereotype for your kind. Vampires aren’t romantic or even enjoy getting “dolled” up. Only loser goth kids did that. A fine line separating the real and wannabe vampires.

As you finished dressing, you walked out of your bedroom to step into the world. You were grateful for living in such a nightlife heavy city, this being the few ways you could still connect with people while passing as their kind. Although the loneliness still got to you.

There was an emotion disconnect, feeling out of place even when masking so well as them. It was weird, very weird. Before you turned you felt just the same as them, a human who enjoyed the sunlight warming your skin, going to parks or arcades, spending time with friends and families at get togethers. But now, there’s just a void. Yeah, that’s the word: Void.

You don’t quite remember when you turned, but something happened. One day you woke up different. Feeling repulsed by the norms of your previous life. Like a switch turned on and changed you. Your family wrote it off as some transitional thing, something temporary or due to traumatic events.

Stepping outside, you walk down the hall to your apartment’s elevator. You feel a slight squeeze along your stomach. You haven’t fed in over a month. You think about who to call: Violet moved away, Brian stopped letting friends feed on him. Hmmm. Who to call?

Walking out to the street, your thoughts shifted from who to feed on to remembering how it felt. You missed feeding. The rush you felt when drinking, it was unlike anything. Feeling your body rejuvenate and spring back to life. It was one of the few things that brought your heartbeat back.

Most of the time you fed yourself on animal blood. Picking up ground meat and draining the blood from the package before drinking it down. It wasn’t your favorite, too much iron, you think. But it got the job done, regardless of how appetizing it was.

You, of course, still ate human food but it wasn’t as nourishing as blood. Still, you made your way to the closest fast food place, and even if you had to hold your nose, you ate something as a buffer between feedings.

You still felt that hollow hunger in your stomach, even after eating whatever meal you picked up. It wasn’t enough to attack someone but it was dull and you were sure you’d need to call someone for a feeding. Ah, the pains of being a vampire.

You did your usual routine, walking around your city and watching people interact with each other. Staying plenty far from the bright florescent lights from stores, you caught onto a smell that made your heart pound.

You’d usually find this pounding as an anxiety signal but this time it felt different. This time it felt primal.

You followed the scent, catching yourself in front of some prop shop. Looking at the storefront filled with notebooks, stickers, little decor items. You glanced over at where the scent was coming from, seeing a tall man with dark brown hair. You could see his round, almost downturned eyes, his full cheeks, and his bright smile stretching across his face.

Something gravitated you towards him. Something about him kept your eyes glued to him. You’ve never felt this, this magnetism. Didn’t being a vampire mean you were immune to these things? Was he a vampire?

And what scared you was how hard your heart was beating. You haven’t felt this since you were human, a life ago.

You moved beside him, saying a soft “Excuse me,” as you entered the store. You felt him eyes watch you, almost follow you as you looked around, picking up some pen or notebook to examine, anything to play out your forced meet-cute. You continued walking around, looking at their items as you watched his follow you. Just far enough behind to not be caught.

‘A cat and mouse game? He doesn’t know I’m the cat.’ You thought.

As you were close to checking out, he stood beside you, pretending to look at some shelf of items. You could smell him, under his cologne and fabric softener, you could smell his skin and the richness of his blood. You almost felt dizzy with hunger. He smelt intoxicating.

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

You blinked, looking at him. “No? I don’t think so.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He excused himself.

Your peripheral followed him, you couldn’t obviously follow someone, but he was interesting enough to try. You gave the store a final glance around before walking towards the check out counter, this man being conveniently a customer or two behind you.

Buying your items, you made your way out of the store. Keeping a steady pace to let him follow you, no matter how slow or fast me was. You could smell him come closer, slowly stalking you as you feigned prey. If he did something you could always eat him, you had the strength to do so.

You walked around, window shopping along some shop displays before moving towards an alleyway. This was a shortcut to the grocery store you’ve gone to, but you’re sure he doesn’t know that. You’re sure he’s like anyone else and takes a car or taxi around the city, using surface streets to move around opposed to the inner labyrinth of the alleyways between buildings.

You began walking into the alley, despite the lack of rain there always seemed to be puddles lining the walkway, probably from bad pipes. You could feel his eyes watching you, a giddy sensation beating through you: your heart beat faster, you felt a slight vibration feeling along your genitals. Something erotic about turning the cards on prey.

He began walking faster, trying to catch up to you, you turned a corner, glancing back at him as you test the waters. He followed you there, gaining on you. He almost behind you now. You felt a surge of anxiety shoot up your spine.

You began counting your choices: 1, start running. 2, turn and fight him. 3, you were sure there was a third option but you couldn’t think with the building anxiety.

Your pace sped up, it had been speeding up since you counted, turning on your heel with wide eyes, you threw a punch at him. Your punch landed on his ribs, you felt your knuckles bury into his bones, he was still walking as your fist was already colliding into his body. His breath flew out of him, falling backwards onto the asphalt beside some shop’s trash cans.

“Holy shit.” He barely spoke out.

“The fuck are you following me for?” Your voice was stern, almost reprimanding.

“Okay,” He tried taking a breath, still on the floor, “I was being a creep.”

“Yeah you fucking were.” You were about to turn on your heel again, walk away from him but his scent was even more intoxicating. The blooming of a bruise was pooling blood into his skin, wafting his scent to your nose as you kept your face stern and hard.

”I’m sorry.”

You scoffed, “Now you’re sorry.”

“I should’ve been less stalker-ish and acted normal.”

You walked over and crouched down to be, almost, face to face with him.

“Yeah, you should have.” You gave him a half frown.

“I’m Shotaro.”

“Now I can give the police station a name.”

“Please don’t!”

You stood, grabbing his wrist to pull him up.

“And if you punch like that, I surely wouldn’t wanna piss you off any further.”

You smirked feeling empowered by his comment, “So what are you doing following people throughout alleyways?”

“I still think you look familiar and wanted to ask for your name.” Shotaro explained, “Which is?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n.” He thought for a moment, “Never met a y/n before.”

“And I’ve never met a Shotaro before.”

“And now we can no longer be strangers.”

You laughed at his smile, “No longer strangers but I promise we’re far from friends.”

“I can live with that.”

His carefree smile and speech was almost irritating. How could a man just follow someone throughout a maze of alleyways and laugh about it?

“Where was your escape plan? You have to be going somewhere, unless you’re confused in these alleys.”

You looked him up and down, “I was headed somewhere, a grocery store, but you don’t have to believe me.”

“I do.” He laughed.

Shotaro moved a step closer to you, his scent growing stronger. He was sweet but not sugary. Not like a strawberry, not tart, but not dry like blueberries. Something different, something fuller. You had to remind yourself to be patient, you can’t just feed off of him now. Not in some place so public.

“What are you thinking?”

He leaned down to look at your face better.

“How trustworthy you are.”

“I am trustworthy, bad introductions.” He laughed, walking closer to you.

His scent kept getting stronger, maybe it’s not quite fruity, it’s sweet but fuller bodied. An assortment of scents melting together.

“Sure, we’ll start over like nothing ever happened.”

“I didn’t follow you into a creepy alley.”

“And I didn’t punch your ribs.”

You fake laughed while he began walking past you, looking back for you to follow. Reluctantly, you followed him.

“So, y/n, do you work?”

“Yeah, receptionist.”

“Ooh, nice. I’m a teacher at this one dance academy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He smiled.

You continued talking, slowly opening up about yourself as you found your way to some bar.

“Do you drink?” He asked.

“Only occasionally.”

“Is this one of those occasions?”

“Sure, I’ll have a drink.”

You two sat at a table together, ordering drinks before asking the bartender for more mixer. This wasn’t something you’d want to be drunk for.

“Are you a night owl?” He asked.

“Definitely.” You answered.

“That’s the most enthusiastic you’ve been so far.”

You laughed at Shotaro’s comment, “Hard to be enthusiastic when I’m with someone I just punched.”

“It still hurts, you have a good throw.”

“That’s a weird comment to say thank you to.”

“Do you have any interests- or no that’s not how to phrase it.”

“I guess I like gothic stuff, like vampires and gothic literature.”

Shotaro perked up in curiosity, “Cool, most of my friends just like working out.” He laughed.

“Really?”

“Some make music, but the main reader likes sci-fi.”

“That’s still cool, I’ve never been able to get that into sci-fi.”

The more you talked the closer you two scooted closer. You were more drunk on the scent of his blood than you were on the cheap alcohol put in your drink.

“It’s a bit late, oh! Would it be bad to ask for your number?”

Shotaro stared down at you, his round eyes almost pleading for you to say yes.

“Sure.”

You took out your phone, exchanging numbers before you stood to walk home.

“May I walk you home?” Shotaro was quick behind you.

“Only if you’re walking beside me and not behind me.”

Shotaro quickly moved next to you, keeping you on the inside part of the sidewalk. The walk was peaceful, quiet but not uncomfortable. You wondered how you could pull this off. Not tonight, though. You can’t tell him about your condition tonight. Maybe later, maybe you’ll watch him around here and there before thinking of a plan.

Arriving at your apartment building, Shotaro awkwardly leaned against the stone exterior.

“If you’d like you can come inside.” You said.

“I can?”

“As long as you don’t make a fool of yourself.”

“I can do that.”

You lead him to the elevator and to your floor, turning your lights on, you display your apartment to him. It’s never messy, you hate how bugs already gravitate towards the dark, but you are in need of a grocery haul.

“This is nice, I thought there’d be more gothic stuff.”

“More than velvet pillows?” You laughed.

Shotaro sat on your couch, enjoying how plush it was.

“Are you hungry? I can order something or try to cook.”

“What restaurants are nearby? I live more west of this area.”

You thought about it, “There’s a few Thai and Chinese restaurants, some more commercial some more authentic, a couple pizza places, there’s also a seafood place who delivers.”

“Hm, maybe pizza.”

“Okay.” You smiled.

You called in your order, sitting and talking with Shotaro until it came.

“This is really good.”

You nodded, “I’m sure it’s a front but a lot of people still eat there.”

He laughed, “Oh, what time is it?”

“12:30, why?”

“I have a class at 9, it’s fine though.”

“Did you need to get home? I can drive you. Unless this is your way of asking to spend the night.”

“I think I’d be stepping over a boundary if I asked that.”

You two cleaned up before helping him home, Shotaro was insistent on walking but did ask for you two to keep in touch.

“Where is your dance academy?”

“Off of broadway, kind of near that art museum.”

You nodded, you think you can picture it but it can’t hurt to drive by. Closing the door behind him, you looked up the academy on your phone. It was a juniors academy, helping younger people begin dancing and specialized in hip hop as well as being associated with the clinic next door, a dance rehabilitation facility.

Your night was filled with searching Shotaro up, finding his social media accounts, linkedin account, seeing photos taken from his friends, you found an old youtube account from his early teenage years, and a plethora of school photos, from picture day photos to sports accomplishments, he was in a couple dance teams before signing up with his academy.

“You’re an interesting one.” You commented.

Checking the time, you saw it was two in the morning. You clicked off of the many tabs littering your computer, stretching from your crouched position. Fatigue hit you, feeling drained of every ounce of energy you had, walking to your bedroom you fell onto your sheets before sleeping.

Your next day was monotonous. Walking around your local grocery store, trying to not gag at the strong scents of everything, and filling your cupboards with your haul. You walked back to your car, it’s been a month since your last visit with the butcher.

You were grateful his shop was nearby, just a street or two away from your complex. You drove over, parking easily before walking inside the rustic butcher shop. The scent of iron was strong, the butcher was grinding some meat together.

“Welcome!” He announced, “I’ll be right with you.”

You looked around at the display of meats, seeing which ones looked good and which were lower quality.

“You’re here for the usual?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.” You smiled.

He changed his gloves, walking to the back to get your bottled blood. You were grateful that butchers didn’t always throw that away, “It’s for my low iron.” You explained once and you were incredibly grateful he could give you the pints at a discount.

“We got extra meat shipments, so you have more than usual.”

“Thank you.” You said, taking your money out to pay.

After exchanging goods, you took your bottles to your trunk, placing it carefully in your trunk. Even with the sealed lid, you worried about spilling blood in your car. The drive back home was slow, careful to keep the bottles grounded in your trunk while also obeying the heavy traffic on the streets.

Arriving home, you lugged your bottles into the elevator, hoping no one smells the iron. Even if they did what were they gonna do? You’ve been doing this for plenty of months. Getting to your unit, you placed your bottles into your fridge, always just out of sight from the usual glance into your fridge.

The rest of your day was as slow as ever, washing your work clothes before setting your alarms to wake up. You cooked dinner and warmed up some of the animal blood to have with it, feeling a little quenched after some time from feeding. You showered before falling asleep, not even remembering your dreams, you wondered if you dreamt at all. Was vampirism more of a meditation or were you properly undead as they’re believed.

When your morning came, morning meaning 6:00pm, you ate before getting ready for work. This week was longer, the usual receptionist before your shift was out for something so you’re picking up her schedule alongside yours.

Arriving, it was sunset, the sky was orange and pink with clouds creating deep blue shadows. You set your things into your drawer, locking it before setting up your station. Logging in, you sat there, taking out a book to read while you wait for people to enter or ask you questions.

You could spend hours just reading, which was what you usual did while waiting for your shift to end. Being a part of the night crew, you were used to not seeing people for hours at a time. Most of the time it was your staff who walked by you, never actual people coming in and out of the building.

The hours continued stretching from book to book, checking what was on your computer, reading through files and time sheets, even reorganizing your work desk, seeing what people left or littered onto your workspace.

When the endless hours of your shift finished, you were quick to leave, logging out of the computer and clocking out of work. Your commute home was easy, being right before the morning rush. Arriving home, you ate something light before crashing onto your bed.

You’ve had this routine for a while, working, busying yourself for hours, then falling asleep right as you arrive home. When you’d wake, you’d do some chores, eat something, do your usual things before leaving for work.

Your routine was numbing you harder than usual; this with the lack of feeding was killing you. You were surprised when Shotaro sent you a text to hang out this weekend. You accepted, needing some escape from the hell of your twelve hour shifts.

When your date came, you were excited, wondering when the closest you could get to drinking from him. This obsession was clouding your brain. Your conscience clouded every time you thought of the scent of his blood, something overcame you and made you feel far hungrier than you’ve ever felt.

Shotaro picked you up, driving you to a restaurant before going to a bar he enjoyed. You two talked more, exchanging instagram accounts, and catching up from where you last talked. He was working on a performance he wanted you to come to.

“It is at your academy?”

“No, we don’t know where yet, but some auditorium, I can send you the details later.”

“I’d like to go.” You smiled.

Not long after, his friend began calling him,

“Sorry, this will just be a minute.”

You smiled, nodding as Shotaro walked off.

You were in a more secluded area of the bar, enjoying the privacy while talking to each other. Looking around, no one was near, no one was watching, not even cameras. You felt a cold chill travel your skin. You felt nervous, like you were going to get caught doing something bad. You were about to do something bad.

You dug into your bag, looking like any person trying to find a mirror or mint. You found the small plastic bag, a white powder being held inside. You gave another look around before dropping some on top of Shotaro’s drink, carefully mixing it around with his straw before leaving it exactly how it was left.

You wanted to wait, you really did. But the smell, the strong scent of his blood was too much. You were hungry, so hungry. It was wrong to drug someone to feed off of them but your hunger was clouding your conscience.

As he arrived, Shotaro said sorry, something about his friend leaving something at his house. You could barely hear him, feeling your heart beat in your ears as you saw him begin drinking his drink.

The drug worked slowly, far slower than you anticipated. Shotaro slowly began slurring his words, feeling weird and far more drunk than the few drinks he had could have felt.

“Do you need to go home? Here, let me help you.”

You lifted him up by his side, helping his walk to his car, setting him in the passenger seat, you drove to your home. Careful to not drive too fast for him or other drivers. Arriving at your complex, you helped him into the elevator. Shotaro looked like any other drunk person.

Walking him towards your apartment, he was stumbling more and his consciousness was fading. He laid out onto your floor as you shut your door.

‘Okay, so this is why much stronger people do this, not me.’ You thought, almost dragging his body into your apartment.

Splayed out, his eyes fell shut, fully passing out as you sighed, needing to drag his now unconscious body to your bed. You drug him into your bedroom, pulling him across and up onto your bed, you waited for his breathing and pulse to be lighter before getting your syringes.

Seeing his sleeping figure was weird, Shotaro was so full of life and energy, seeing him asleep felt off. But you shook him around, seeing him well out of it before taking out a fresh syringe and drawing some blood from one of his veins.

You grabbed onto his arm, poking against his skin at random spots and drawing blood. You filled a good 3ml syringe of his blood, transferring it to a shot glass before taking a drink. You felt yourself groan as you dripped his warm blood onto your tongue. The taste wasn’t too full of iron, earthy and full, it was a perfect blend. Thankfully the drug didn’t disrupt his blood, you hated when it did that.

Carefully you pulled another 3ml from him, taking another drink of it before you tried calming yourself down. You can’t take too much, even in these small doses. You felt yourself shiver thinking of feeding off of him. You wanted to, almost needed to, a month of hunger clouding your judgement.

You removed the glass and syringe, not wanting him to question what they were doing here. Before long, Shotaro woke.

“Are you alright?” You asked, rubbing your thumb across his forehead.

“My head hurts so fucking bad.”

You frowned.

“What happened?” He asked.

“I think someone roofied your drink, maybe they thought it was mine.”

“That makes sense.” Shotaro stared up at your ceiling.

“Do you need to go to a hospital? I can drive you.” You shifted in your seat, looking ready to grab your car keys to drive him.

“No, I’ll be fine, I’m just hazy right now.”

“Rest some more if you need.”

Shotaro turned to look at you, “Is this your place?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Your bed is nice.”

You laughed, “If you need anything I can get it for you.”

“I might rest some more.”

You stood, making your way to leave the room, thinking of your next plan. If you can keep doing this you can have some kind of regular feeding. But if it’s too often then Shotaro could catch on that you’re the only drugging him. Maybe he could grow a tolerance and wake up in the middle of feeding.

You could do more when he’s over, adding it to his water, maybe convince him he’s a lightweight. You turned around, hearing him call out for you. Walking into the door way.

“What’s wrong?”

Shotaro coughed lightly, “Could I get some water?”

“Of course, here.”

You quickly walked to your kitchen, getting him some water before stopping. You could drug him more, or you could wait, or you could do it. You quickly got a small bit of the powder and dashing it into the water. Stirring it enough to dissolve the powder before bringing it to Shotaro.

Walking back into your bedroom, you watched him drink his water, slowly lulling off to sleep before he passed out. It didn’t take long to pass out again. It was only being half of what you gave him in the bar, but it was probably enough to kick in faster with what was already in his system.

You hovered over him, watching him slowly descend into deep sleep. You’ve never felt this kind of power before, fully in control over someone, you understood why people did this. There’s a thrill that shot right into your core. A tightening sensation in your lower abdomen, you crawled over him and straddled his lap, sitting down before leaning in and smelling Shotaro.

You groaned, opening your mouth to lick and kiss along his neck, your hips grinding into his as you bit onto his skin. You had to stop yourself from latching on and sucking a hickey into his neck, any evidence of what you’re doing could ruin everything.

You felt his dick begin to harden below you, you crawled down, pulling the covers off and freeing him out of his pants. You could feel him twitch in your hand, slowly rubbing his shaft up and down as you could almost smell his blood in him. This smelt far muskier, being such an intimate area.

You licked his tip, pushing some of his length into your mouth, almost tasting the blood that was so close to your tongue. Pushing him farther into your mouth, you groaned thinking of how he’d taste from the tap. You looked up at him, feeling a thrill shoot into your core as you saw him sleep peacefully. Not even scrunching his brows or twitching his mouth.

You pulled off of him, tucking him back into his pants before you crawled upwards. Leaning over to your bedside table, you took out a small pocket knife, you always kept it there for an attempt at self defense but you didn’t think it would come in handy one day.

You gave his neck a light flick, seeing a small bead of blood form and drop against his skin. You latched onto the cut, your lips kissing along the wound as your hips found their way back to his. Rutting against him, you continued drinking from his neck, even the small amount felt filling on your tongue.

You pulled down your bottoms, grinding closer against Shotaro as you continued drinking. If you had less control you’d bite him, as your tongue drug across his neck you thought of how you’d eat him. Your hips slowing grinding against his, elongating your pleasure as you pictured it.

You’d, of course, bite and drink along his neck and chest, but you wonder what his flesh tastes like, biting against his calf or thigh. The visual of blood dripping from your mouth and smearing across his skin. The look of his face as you bite down, the visuals of pain and pleasure don’t look too far from each other. How his meat would feel against your teeth.

Shotaro’s a dancer, he’s lean and strong, perfect for quick bites or slow roasting. You felt your teeth hover and lean into his skin, not biting or dragging, just pressing light against him. You could bite him, you want to, but something pulls you away.

As your hips rut a final time against Shotaro’s, you feel full. Your hips shaking, arms close to giving out and falling onto him as your orgasm hits you. You look at the wound, almost closed by white blood cells as you remove yourself from on top of Shotaro.

You’re going to find a way to keep him for as long as you possibly can.

[animemensblog]

Invisible

Gojo x gn!reader

Summary: what happens when Gojo meets someone who is immune to his six eyes?

No warnings :)

It was a hot day, sun beaming down and causing sweat to build along your hairline. Your headphones weren't helping with the soft muff cupping your ear and rubbing against your skin. Although it's tolerable in the shade, that means nothing when you decided today all your errands would be done by walking or train.

As you turn the corner you notice a small convenient store with a huge sign advertising 'buy one get one' on all cold items during the summer. The choices were clear; spend more money to cool off or finish walking home and die the second you enter your no ac apartment.

When you opened the store door you could feel the vibration of the bell and a faint ringing that seemed to last forever. Your feet were sore but weren't dragging, they almost felt like they were floating. You reach down in the fridge, grabbing water and a juice. The condensation quickly dripped off your hands and onto the ground, as the drop falls it splatters and hits your leg.

You stare at the water dropping towards your ankle, soaking a part of your sock. It quickly becomes uncomfortable, and what better way to ignore it other than changing your playlist?

You start shuffling to the counter, standing behind a tall white haired man waiting in line. As it moves forward, you can hear the cashier and the customer talking very loudly. As if their heads are against your chest and yelling into it, the vibrating and thumping echoed in your lungs and stomach.

As you click on a new song, an awkward laugh in front of you erupts, shortly after the stranger turned around and hit you. His arms had swung and threw you to the ground, along with your drinks and phone which managed to disappear. When you look up he's standing there, staring like he saw a ghost, his eyes were blown wide and his mouth partially agape.

At first, you thought he was just shocked. I mean, wouldn't you be if you hit someone to the ground? Then, you noticed your shorts slid down your thighs, revealing the rather brightly colored underwear peaking through. Your legs shut as you stand up, giving him a nasty glare and a meek "pervert".

Gojo on the other hand can't grasp how he didn't notice you, or even hear you behind him. His six eyes are supposed to help him, right? So how did he miss you approaching, standing there for minutes and managed to throw you to the ground? It didn't make sense.

"I'm not a pervert" Gojo says as he follows you around the store

"Your stalking says otherwise"

His pace picks up so he's less than a foot behind you, "ha! I bet you wish that's what I was doing!" He says, striking a small pose in hopes you'd notice. "Really, I just want to make sure you're ok-"

You turn around, almost chest to chest. Usually he'd be excited someone so pretty came so close but that look said maybe he shouldn't be happy. "Leave me alone" you spit before going back to searching, he watches as you turn into the isle to the right and follows.

"I can help you, ya know! I've been told my sight is the best" he boasts, turning into the isle he saw you go into.

"Really? Because you didn't see me at all before" you mumble behind him, once again he quickly turns around to find you kneeling.

"How are you doing that?" His tone had switched, it sounded like he was worried, concerned. Almost upset.

"Kneeling?" You question

"No! That's not what-" He shakes his head and sighs, they're just a normal person he thinks to himself. "Nevermind" he sighs again, then went back to looking for your drinks.

You think finally, he's gonna leave me alone. Thats until he's yelling for you from another isle, "ohhh strangerrrr!" He says dramatically, "I found your drinksss!" You can see him waving his lanky arms over the shelving.

"Most annoying man I've ever met, and I've known him less than an hour. This is some bullshit for an already bullshit day.." you continue mumbling as you almost stomp to the other side.

When you turn the corner, he's still waving his arms. He truly looked ridiculous with that big ass smile, jumping up and down like he's done the impossible. You sharply inhale before getting a running start- if he isn't going to acknowledge you when you're in the same isle, you'll just have to get it back on your own.

Despite how loud the impact of your feet was, to everyone else they were silent like paper landing completely flat on tile floor. You jump up as soon as he comes down and yank the bottles from his hands then landing before you hit the fridges. The only sound anyone else heard was you landing- the running, deep breaths and mumbling had gone unnoticed.

For a third time, the Gojo Satoru couldn't see or hear you. You. A normal person he just happened to run into while he was picking up snacks for himself, Geto and Shoko.

"You're quite annoying, you know that?" You ask as you make your way back down the isle towards the counter. Gojo doesn't realize when he started walking, gravity was just pulling him towards you. It was screaming that he needed to know who you are, how you operate, every detail a human can possibly know about themselves. More specifically, he wants to know if you're good or bad, if you're loyal or untrustworthy, if you're single or taken.

He marches up beside you with (and you hate to admit it) a charming and bright smile. He nudges your hands out of the way and pays the cashier, then turns to you and only gives you one of the bottles.

"You can have the other one later!" He says smuggly before snatching his receipt from the guys hand.

"You're a cute couple" the worker says.

"What? Ew no" you argue while leaving Gojo at the counter. He's embarrassed to say the least and only shrugs as he follows you, again.

He silently, and blindly, followed you halfway back to your apartment before you turned around to acknowledge him. "Are you actually a stalker or something?" He takes a step closer to hover over you, placing a tiny flick to your forehead.

"How are you going to hear my answer if you're wearing those headphones?" He softly asks

"I can hear perfectly fine, unlike you." Your eyes narrow at him and he chuckles. That gentle laugh has your heart skipping a beat or two.

He hums as he opens your water and takes a gulp. "Hey! That's mine you creep" you say as you try to grab it.

"I'm not a creep!" He laughs, raising his arm above his head.

"You wouldn't be following me if you weren't" you say inbetween jumps.

He once again avoids the question, this time by walking around you. "Where we heading?" He asks

"I'm heading home, you're leaving me alone."

"Aw why can't I come?" He pouts, you scoff at him while you cross the street.

"Isn't it obvious? You're a strange man following me like a lost puppy. Of course you don't belong in my house."

"But I want to go!" Gojo whines

"Why?"

Why does he want to, he wonders, is there even an appropriate answer?

"I wanna know you" he mumbles as he looks down at you, waiting to see your reaction. He imagined it as cute, sweet maybe, instead your eyebrows are furrowed and you looked mad. And yet, you let him follow you. In silence, of course.

Your mom did say make friends. I mean, she never said bring strangers into your home, especially when they borderline harassed you. But you can't shake him off, plus he's seems nice? However nice someone can be after bothering and assaulting you.

You turn onto your street and stop, "how do I know you're not going to hurt me?" Your voice sounded weak to him, even softer than when you called him a pervert earlier.

"Why would I hurt you?"

"Why would you wanna get to know me?"

He chuckles, "why wouldn't I?"

You wanted to gag. What was this, a love sitcom?

"I'll tell you what-" you take a deep breath, "I'll give you my number and if I decide you're not a creep, or a pervert or a stalker, or-"

"I get it" he says as he rubs the back of his neck

"If I somehow decide you're not any of those things, I guess we can hangout."

"Hangout?! It'd be a date!"

You pull out a pen from your bag and grab his arm, "Just because you're not a disgusting man, doesn't mean I'll go out with you. It just means you can get to know me, like you said."

"Yeahh but I meant like I'd take you out to dinner or something."

"Then tell me that." you chuckle, a sound that was music to his ears.

"I'd like to take you out to dinner, or something."

"You're weird" you laugh and walk away, when you hear him following you shooed him away and disappeared down a small alley.

When Gojo looks down at his arm, ready to immediately put it in his phone, he sees '9-1-1' and "get help <3" written.